#what i rlly need to do is finally think about if any of these guys have special interests……..probably not too hard to find some

[bonestrouslingbones]

its rlly funny to me that i’ve always pictured all my skeletons with different forms of neurodivergence but for a very long time was too “scared” to actually think of any as outright autistic so even when headcanoning someone with audhd it was still always a wishy washy thing

and then now that i’ve been coming more to terms with my own brain & interacting with more people like me on a very regular basis i’ve come to understand the fact that i don’t have a single papyrus that is not very obviously audhd

[eleu22]

You guys do not appreciate Gaz enough so I’m here to sell him to you

this shit is important so yall better read

I truly don’t understand the lack of Gaz love -

ok well

I do at some level

I think the argument usually levied against his character id that he’s boring

but beautifully stated by tumblr user mockerycrow in their character analysis of him

CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO HAVE A TRAGIC BACKSTORY TO BE INTERESTING CHARACTERS

press keep reading to fall in love with Gaz

Who is Gaz?

I’m going to start out with who Gaz is as a character

morality

Gaz is someone who has a strong sense of morality and struggles with the balance between doing the right thing and doing the morally right thing, there’s this debate between long-term morality and situational morality that Gaz struggles with

look im maybe not the most linguistically talented person on earth so im just gonna throw in a few quotes which i think gives Gaz

Gaz is someone who admist chaos and war is trying his best, trying his best to be a good person, to be reliable and to do the right thing

if thays not lovable idk what is

relationship to price

ok so i think this aspect of Gaz’s character is what people tend to focus on

and as much as the omg price’s son shit is cute i think he’s become a vehicle for people to emphasise price’s daddy factor (which like dont get me wrong keep up the good work)

but i think theres so much more to that

i forgot who wrote this but someone said something about Gaz trying to follow in impossibly large footsteps and i think thats so accurate

going back to Gaz’s struggle with morality there’s so much untapped potential in the idea that his idol, may not be an amazing person, having to come to grips with the idea that Price, his role model can look at a woman and child as interrogation leverage is something that i think people need to look into more

OK so now

Untapped Potential

so here are somethings which i

idk if this is like the correct phrasing

headcannon? idk i just think these are parts of Gaz’s character which could be rlly interesting to explore

ahem

yes Gaz is a good guy, but that doesn’t make him passive Gaz has shown moments of anger, like in the interrogation with the butcher when he lunges at him or when him and price first meet

i think the fact that Gaz is so calm and collected but has these moments are cracks in the facade he creates

i believe personally he has a lot of repressed anger whether it be at the world, at himself, at his captain hes an angry dude hes just better at keeping it under wraps

and i know we don’t really have many details on his backstory but cmon there’s no way u sign up for a job like this and don’t have any issues whatsoever

i think this quote is so good for this because he’s harnessed his anger, it’s what makes him good at his job, a knife, a weapon

i think another interesting concept for Gaz is guilt

the fact that he cares about whats right and wrong how does he feel going to sleep at night? do these things haunt him? is he irredeemable?

i think its like that one quote “the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t. My guilt does not purify me.”

Final Thoughts

anyways guys thanks for coming to my ted talk

i know this was really messy but i just want to encourage some Gaz love because i think he’s a really interesting complex character who we just need to dig a little deeper into

i hope this incites some more gaz love

THANK YOU 😳

[kxsagi]

HIII HSUSHDXB I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH I HAVE A REQ PLS HMO.. I saw a tiktok where a girl was "getting ready" and her bf came in and asked "what are u getting ready for? " and she answered "u mean what are WE getting ready for?" and basically she was gaslighting him into believing they had a date that day😭 I RLLY RLLY RLLY wanna see this with Isagi, Bachira, Barou, Gagamaru, Chigiri Kunigami and maybe Ness😭😭 IF THEY ARE TOO MANY U CAN PICK FROM THEM PLSS and also can u write it so y/n tells them it was a prank when the guy is halfway thru getting ready??

“𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧”

a/n: i made an smau of this here, but i thought it would be funny to have headcanons of it as well + with more characters!

also hiii and thank you sm, thank you for this request and for being so patient!!!

ft. isagi yoichi, bachira meguru, barou shoei, gagamaru gin, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, ness alexis, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

you’re standing in front of the mirror, doing lip balm like it’s a ritual, curling your lashes for no reason. isagi walks in holding a protein bar, squinting. 

“what are you getting ready for?” you go, “what do you mean we’re getting ready for?” … and you watch his entire soul glitch like he missed a line of code. 

he panics immediately because he has zero memory of making plans and now he thinks he’s in trouble. 

“oh… yeah, yeah, totally. obviously. i didn’t forget. no way.” he’s wiping his mouth like he’s prepping for war. 

he starts brushing his teeth at light speed. throwing on cologne. asking you casually: “wait so uh… where are we going again?” “the new italian place you said you’d book two weeks ago 😐” he goes pale. he pulls out his phone to check the date. 

you finally tell him it’s a prank when he’s literally trying to iron his jeans (which he doesn’t know how to do). 

“… you’re evil.” 

but also he laughs so hard and clings to you like a koala. you’ve unlocked his trust issues. 

bachira meguru

you’re putting on mascara and muttering to yourself about the time, going “we’re gonna be late,” just loud enough for him to hear. 

bachira appears upside down on the bed. “what are we late for?” you flip your hair over your shoulder. “our thing.” “our… thing 😃?” 

he does not remember any plans, but he’s so down to clown. “OH YEAH. yeah yeah yeah. that thing. the secret one. where i wear pants, right?” 

he’s throwing on the loudest outfit possible and humming some song he made up called date night explosion. “do i bring snacks? do i need ID? is this a passport kind of date or a flip-flops kind of date?” bro is spiraling in giddy confusion. 

you tell him it was a prank and he GENUINELY looks around like there’s hidden cameras if he looks hard enough. “wait, no, fr?? we’re not going???” five seconds later: “okay, but we should still go out because i look hot.” 

barou shoei

you’re in the bathroom doing eyeliner and mumbling, “ugh, i hate being late. he better hurry up.” 

barou walks in, looks you up and down, and frowns. “… what the hell are you talking about.” “our reservation? babe? it’s literally today?” he stops. blinks. doesn’t say anything. but you can see the fury building because he thinks you’re accusing him of forgetting. 

he disappears and ten minutes later you hear loud rustling. he comes back… in a BLACK BUTTON-UP with his signature gold watch. 

“let’s go.” he says it like a challenge. like if you don’t walk out the door right now, you’re the one who’s unprepared. 

you’re CACKLING as he grabs his keys. “baby, it was a prank.” stare. another stare. “delete your tik tok account. now.” (he still looks stupid hot tho.) 

gagamaru gin

you’re in the kitchen putting on lip gloss and sighing. “he’s always running late. so unprofessional.” gagamaru blinks. “who?” you look at him like he’s the idiot. “you. for our plans?? hello??” he absolutely does not remember this, but he just nods slowly like “mhmm yeah… our plans…” 

he’s in the bedroom now looking at his closet like it’s a puzzle. “do i wear the good socks? or the socks with the pizza on them? … wait is this indoors?” 

he literally puts on cologne, does his hair (with too much gel), and is halfway through making a sandwich “for the road” when you tell him it’s a prank. 

blank stare “wait. we’re not going to that underwater zoo…?” “we were never going anywhere.” “can we still go anyway. i already made the sandwich.” 

chigiri hyoma

he’s scrolling on his phone on the bed while you’re putting perfume on like you’re about to go to prom. 

“what are you getting ready for?” “what do you mean what are we getting ready for?” his phone is dropped. his soul leaves his body. “WAIT. is that TODAY? YOU SAID SATURDAY, I THOUGHT YOU MEANT NEXT WEEK–” he’s tripping over his hoodie while trying to pull it off. 

five seconds later he’s half-dressed, holding two different shoes and yelling, “DO I LOOK HOT OR JUST LIKE I’M TRYING TOO HARD?” 

he’s genuinely stressed because if he didn’t plan properly, he’ll hate himself for a week. 

you tell him it’s a prank and he just stares at you. “i just put on my lucky perfume. and shaved my legs. FOR THIS?” he flips a throw pillow at your face. “i was testing how fast you could react under pressure.” “i’m gonna test how fast you can run when i chase you with a curling iron.” 

kunigami rensuke (pre-wild card)

you’re spritzing setting spray and murmuring “okay i’ll be done in 10, then we can leave.” kunigami turns around from the couch like, “leave for what?” “you’re joking, right?” his jaw drops. “NO?” 

he goes into boyfriend emergency mode. you’ve never seen a man wash his face faster. 

while putting on his shirt he’s like, “wait, do i need dress shoes? are we meeting your parents? are we going to a michelin place or– do i have to talk?” 

the way he genuinely tries so hard to look good for you is making you feel bad halfway through. 

he’s combing his hair. RE-applying deodorant. looking at himself in the mirror like “don’t mess this up.” 

you go “baby… it was a prank 😭” kunigami stares at you in pure betrayal. “i mentally prepared myself to give a speech at a wedding banquet. i thought we were eloping.” 

(you make it up to him with pizza and cuddles.) 

ness alexis

you’re humming while doing lip liner, muttering “ugh, i knew he’d forget” under your breath. ness comes RUNNING. “WHAT DID I FORGET? DID I FORGET A HOLIDAY?” you blink at him slowly. “our date?” “oh… ohmygosh. i forgot. i’m the worst. i should jump into traffic. or get hit with a purse.” 

he’s LITERALLY sprinting around the room. one sock on, shirt backwards, hair a mess. 

“does this tie say ‘i’m sorry for being the worst boyfriend’ or ‘i’m emotionally available’?” 

he’s typing up a formal apology note and reciting it in the mirror. 

you’re CRYING laughing by the time he’s halfway through styling his hair. “love. baby. sweetheart. i was PRANKING you 😭” he freezes. like a statue in a thunderstorm. “i was going to write a haiku. for NOTHING???” (still makes you read the haiku anyway.) 

itoshi rin

you’re in front of the mirror, smoothing your hair and sighing like you’re about to attend a gala. rin looks up from his phone and goes: “where are you going?” “what do you mean we’re going?” immediate emotional shutdown. you literally see him buffering. “did… did we have something planned?” you go: “you told me not to wear heels this time. you literally said that yesterday.” his soul LEAVES his body. “i did?” “yeah? we made those reservations, remember?” “OH. YEAH. OBVIOUSLY. I REMEMBER.” 

he walks out of the room trying to breathe through the stress and three minutes later you hear drawers opening like a raccoon got loose. 

10 minutes later: full outfit. chain. fixed his hair. sprayed cologne. then gives you the fakest cough ever: “how much time do we have left?” 

you wait until he’s standing by the door to go, “hey so it was a prank.” stare. longer stare. “you know what’s a prank? us dating. block me.” (he doesn’t block you. he lays face down on the couch for two hours.) 

itoshi sae

you’re in the closet picking out a dress, talking to yourself like, “ugh i swear he always forgets special occasions.” sae walks by mid-sip of coffee. “what special occasion?” “what do you mean what occasion. it’s today?” 

his jaw drops slightly but his face stays neutral because he will literally DIE before he admits he forgot. “i didn’t forget. i just… wanted to surprise you later.” (no he didn’t. he’s sweating.) 

you tell him, “you said dress fancy casual, remember?” “... yeah.” sae is literally googling "fancy casual outfits for men" in the bathroom. 

he tries on three button-ups and squints at the mirror like “i look stupid. is this too boyfriend? too desperate?” 

you walk in and go, “hey babe. funny story. there’s no date. it was a prank.” he turns his head in slow, painful silence. “... i hate you.” “you look hot tho.” “... i hate you less.” (you better make out with him immediately or he will mope for the rest of the day. and he’s so good at moping.) 

kaiser michael

you’re humming while curling your lashes. kaiser comes in half-asleep, shirtless, wearing pajama pants with pineapples on them. “you look like you’re about to win a beauty pageant. what’s the occasion?” you blink at him. “you’re joking right. we’re getting ready for our date.” 

he raises an eyebrow like you just challenged him. “huh. bold of me not to remember.” “you literally made the plans last week. you said it’d be a surprise.” 

kaiser smirks like, “ah. of course i did.” proceeds to spin around and walk off like this is all part of his master plan. 

you hear music blasting from the bedroom. this man is having a full fashion montage. 

he’s trying on three chains, shirts shirts, his leather jacket. STRUTTING. posing in the mirror like a teenage girl before prom. 

texts you from the next room: “how hot do you want me on a scale from 1-10 or should i just shoot for god-tier?” 

you wait until he starts spraying cologne to tell him it was a prank. kaiser.exe has stopped working. “you’re joking. i already picked out my camera angles for couple pics.” “well now it’s a house date.” “this is psychological warfare and you’re winning.” (he makes you film a fake tik tok date just to use the outfit.) 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[himexoxo]

✿ Sick days.. ✿

- Romance Saja x fem! reader

“ʜᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜɴᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ…”

WORD COUNT: 1,852

This is a part two! But you don’t rlly hav to read part one if you wouldn’t like too! !Part one link!

!NSFW!, Fem!reader, Romance Saja x Fem!reader, Romance takes care of sick reader, Cunnilingus, eating out, finger!ng, kissing down body, Top Romance Saja, NO PROOFREADING

Reader is Sick after her night in the rain with Baby Saja, so Romance brings her some food! And then eats her out!

AU: An AU where reader and HUNTR/X. are turned into demons by Gwi-ma and get trained by and are now living with the Saja boys. - BETTER EXPLAINED AND SEEN IN PART ONE -

You still haven’t told the girls what happened with happened with Baby during training, I mean what were you even supposed to say? “Yeah we trained and hunted, then he fingered me and we got ramyeon on the way back?” They were going to think you were crazy, and now really wasn’t the best moment to be having a crisis. Since you were sick in bed at the moment.

Thanks to that afternoon in the rain you had caught the nastiest cold ever. You couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you were constantly on the verge of tears and felt like you were dying from the fever. Who knew demons could catch such colds?

Zoey had brought you some sketchy herbal medicinal water from a weird alley corner store that nobody has probably ever heard of. Then her, Mira, and Rumí were off to go train and practice, “Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Mira said sitting on the edge of the bed while you were under the covers. “Yeah we can totally stay if you want!” Zoey smiled coming up behind her. “Yeah we can stay.” Rumí sais too. They all seemed super worried, normally Mira always worried about you when you got sick or needed anything but Zoey and Rumí were being pretty sweet too. You didn’t need to worry them any longer with your problems plus you’d probably get better soon.

“No you guys go, I’ll stay and rest.” Mira gave you a half soft smile and kissed your forehead before standing back up. “Call me- Us if you need anything, okay?” You nodded and smiled at Mira to ease her worries and the girls left, so now you were probably all alone. Thats what you thought until you began hearing some racket in the kitchen, pans and pots and a bunch of whispered arguments. If the boys were trying to keep quiet it they weren’t doing a very good job. Then you saw the shadows move under your door, “No I’ll give it to her!” “No I will” “Move it I’ll do it!” Was that? Abby and Romance? Just then Romance burst through the door, a tray in hand and he immediately used his back to block the door before locking it.

“Romance?” You called out softly curious to what he was doing here with a tray, was it for you? You sort of wanted it to since you were kind of hungry but you didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t and you also didn’t wanna look spoiled or needy. Weird why were you thinking like this, so deeply about how they perceive you? Why does that matter?

He finally got off the door and cleared his throat before doing a signature hair flip and smirking at you. “Bet You missed me?” Fuck ass Justin Bieber hair flip always made him think he was all that. “What are you doing here? Leave.” You asked harshly before leaning up in bed against the soft pillows and giving him your best attempt at an attitude.

“Heard my Princess was sick, so I brought you some soup.” He smiling smugly like he was just so proud of himself,

“I’m not your princess Romance just give me the damn food.”

“Fine.” He said with a teasing pout on his lips placing the tray in your lap, the tray had kimbap, soul, and some tea! You immediately began digging in excited to finally have some food since you hadn’t really been able to get up and make yourself anything. Romance casually decided to lay out on his side and watch you eat. After a moment you looked up, he was still pouting and watching you eat. You swallowed your last big bite and opened your mouth to say what he was probably waiting for.

“Thank you for the food.” He smiled softly, “You’re welcome.” He said tilting his head not making a single effort to leave or even move at all. Him just watching you eat was making you pretty uncomfortable. “Yeah thanks… you can leave now.” You said awkwardly smiling, “Are you trying to get rid of me already? You aren’t even going to offer me any? How rude hm?” He teased smiling up at you, “Hey you never said you wanted any you know-”

“Well I do.” He interrupted leaning up, and sitting in front of you. You picked up your chopsticks and grabbed some kimbap, you smiled mischievously. “Say Ahh.” He stopped, for a moment he was a bit taken aback, then he smirked and he dropped his jaw a bit and a soft “Ahh.” Was heard, you fed him the kimbap and he chewed away like a happy baby. You saw the way his eyes lit up when his soft pink lips finally touched tasted the kimbap. “This is actually good.” He said excitedly grabbing another with his bare hands, “Hey! Not all of its for you!” You yelled smacking away his hand, too late he had already popped another two into his mouth. You moved the tray away, “HEY!” “Comon Sharing is caring!” He laughed leaning over you to try and grab more from the plate.

“It’s supposed to be for me!” You groaned before smacking your hand on his face and pushing him off you, he laughed as he laid back down. “How ungrateful you are.” He pouted and looked over at you, meanwhile you’re eating away happily. “Uhm yeah it’s mine.” He sat up again and way now right in front of your face. He grabbed another pair of chopsticks that was on the tray, he clicked them at you. “Click away all you want you aren’t getting any more.” You groaned as you continued eating, he squinted his soft yellow eyes and just as you picked up the last kimbap and brought it in between your lips, he leaned in and ate it, his soft lips rubbing against yours as he chewed. His face was now less than an inch from yours.

He chewed softly, then he swallowed and stared at you. Then he looks down at your lips and leans in, his lips felt so good and soft but hungry as he held your chin up, pulling you into him. The kiss was nice and tender you couldn’t help but melt into him for a moment. “Thanks for the meal.” He chuckled pulling away slightly. You immediately jumped into action and tackled him pinning him down on the bed. “My kimbap! You animal!” You yelled and he only laughed at your angry state above him. “What the fuck is funny?! I’m mad at you.” Romance chuckled and cupped the side of your face. You stopped for a moment and looked into his face, his eyes softened and his lips once again met yours as he pulled you back in holding his hand on the back of your neck. His lips were currently eating yours alive in a languid entwine, he pulled back and looked deeply into your eyes “Let me make it up to you?” His voice was Smokey and in a soft whisper, his mouth still with a soft smile.

All you could do was nod “mhm” you murmured softly, before you knew it he had swiftly flipped you over and pinned you down. His hands had yours over your head as his lips devoured yours, he roughly pushed his tongue through your mouth like he wanted to eat you alive. Your heart was beating like crazy when he finally pulled back a little. You were panting like the air had been sucked out of and then he began to kiss down your neck and throat. His hands began removing your shirt, his claws pulling up and breaking the buttons one by one starting at the bottom then the top. “Oops.” He chuckled when the last button was clipped off by his claw and your tits spilled out. “Such nice tits princess, you won’t mind will you?” He said as his thumb began massaging over your hard nipples in a circular motion as he continued kissing down your tummy. This earned a soft whimper from you as he squeezed your breasts softly and massaged. He chuckled at the whimpers you tried to hold back then he hiked up your skirt, “How about let’s take a look down here shall we?” He teased before bringing two fingers to massage your pussy through your panties.

“These panties are soaking baby doll. Tsk tsk tsk.” He clicked his tongue at you before hooking his finger on your panties and ripping them. You gasped as the cold air brushed up against your exposed skin, two fingers teased up against your wet entrance making you throb and tighten around nothing. “Romance,” you growled through gritted teeth as he kissed through your inner thigh. “Shhh.” He hushed glaring up at you, His tongue darted out trailing down your thigh, making you whimper at the fact he was just so close. “Awe this pretty pussy wants attention? Fine I’ll give it some attention.” He swiftly pulled your legs over his shoulders leaning you up as he darted his tongue in to taste you. He flattened his wet tongue through your entrance and began licking down your gummy walls making your back arch up even more off the bed.

Another whimper escaped your mouth as he began sucking and slurping, his tongue hitting your deep spots making your shameless moans fill the air. His fingers began massaging your glistening folds as his tongue went in and out of your sweet spots, he was basically just tongue fucking you and you were loving every second. A finger darted into your clit hooking roughly into you as his tongue devoured your pussy.

“Fuck, Romance! Fuck!” Tears began to swell up in your eyes as you felt yourself getting close to finishing. By now you were grinding your sweet pussy into his mouth, your hips rolling onto his tongue begging for him not to stop. “Cum for me sweet girl, you can do it baby.” He said adding in another finger his tongues precision only speeding up fucking into all those sweet spots making your eyes roll back as you finally came. Your legs shook in ecstasy as your orgasm came down hard making you moan out Romance’s name making him chuckle slightly. Once you finally fell back on the bed catching your breath was a fucking challenge. Romance simply chuckled as he watched you settle back into yourself after he knocked your soul back out. (Or whats left of your soul)

“You did good, princess. You forgive me yet?” He teased smiling looking over your flushed out face. “Shut up Romance.” You groaned, “maybe next time I’ll have to teach you some manners.” You both laughed as he wrapped his arms around you nuzzling into your neck. “Wait next time?” You mumbled, looking up at him a bit confused. “You don’t think that after one night I’m letting you go, right princess?” “No I suppose knowing you, no.” You both laughed softly, this definitely beat any other lonely sick day.

-XOXO, HIME

[shroomyv]

1st sunrise together

(not your last)

Remmick x female reader (one shot)

A/N: alr people…I haven’t written in months…finally tryna start writing again and stop trying to make story perfects and put out what I enjoy writing and not what I think evb else needs or wants from me. On that note thanks for 300+ followers wtf. Also uh this is my first sinners fanfic (def won’t be my last) so bear with me pls. Just a lil short thing for you guys. Once again, sorry if this was mid, took a small ass prompt and extended it sorry. Comments and reblogs are appreciated (I love talking to u guys sm)

Summary: you and Remmick have been around each other for a bit. Getting comfortable in ways you live, love and do things. Your guard is always up but his has begun to go down. What happens if one day you aren’t on a hunt with him cause he makes you stay home and does something different. “You’re just paranoid—that won’t happen.” Is what he tells you all the time. 9 times out of 10, you’re right.

WC: 2.6k

Warning: death, angst, lil cringe, fic moves rlly fast, little terrible world building moments, mentions of blood, mentions of religion (holy water, is that a mention?), mentions death, mentions of gunshots and guns.

It'd already been 3 years since his teeth seeped into your neck.

They drained your body of blood and brought you back to life—just with a few changes and tweaks to the way you were able to live out life now.

The man who bit you, your husband, Remmick. He stayed by your side just as he promised before you allowed him to bite you.

He cared for you just as you asked and needed, and you tried to return the favor whenever possible.

He made sure all your needs and wants were met as soon as he could make it happen.

If you were hungry, he’d make sure you’d get full. If you wanted to be held, he’d carry you. If you wanted to hear music or dance, he’d crack out that banjo and get to playing.

He made sure to keep you as happy and protected as he possibly could.

You two typically had a nightly ritual of going to get bodies to feast on to cure your hunger if you weren’t tending to each other's wounds from the night prior or relaxing after a passionate night.

Whenever you two went out hunting, you had a sort of ritual of burning down the houses once you were done with the bodies. You were a no-evidence kind of girl, he didn’t understand why, and thought he wasted time waiting for the sun to come up—you just couldn’t care and continued to burn whatever house you two raided.

You two had different ways about how you dealt with business. Whatever way you dealt with it, you knew it was always better when it was two of you dealing with it instead of one suffering with the issue alone.

Out of the two of you, one of you almost always got roughed up by the end of the night if a human was fighting back from you trying to bite them.

This night, it was you.

Remmick was pissed, livid actually. You don’t think you’d ever seen him take greater pleasure in killing someone, ever, once he finished killing whoever put a few bullets in you.

“You need to relax…” You said “yer getting worked up over nunin'’ you know I’m gon heal so just breathe and relax.”

You tried your best to calm him down—you hated when he was constantly worked up, especially over things you considered small. He didn’t consider you getting hurt a “small thing” to him; it was a big issue.

You grabbed onto his suspenders, pulling him back into the bed with you.

“It ain’t no small thing…sure you’ll be fine in a week but y’know how much I hate seeing you hurt.” He said, voice sounding all pissed but trying to relax it to not worry you.

he was still on the issue and you didn’t mind it as long as he stopped working himself up over it.

Your forehead pressed against his—you two sharing any warmth you possibly could to each other. His arms began wrapping around your back like a snake, holding onto you like he never wanted to let go.

You winced for a second as he got ready to let go, but you wrapped your arm around him so he wouldn’t try and move away.

“Remmick…stop worryin’.” You gave him a reassuring smile as he kissed your face softly.

“You can’t tell me to stop worryin’.” He said

“And why is that?”

“‘Cause ya do the exact same thing.”

“Hm…well, it’s ok when I do it.”

He just rolled his eyes at you—finding what you had to say was unfair but knew he could argue against it because he’d lose anyway.

You two were always worried back and forth, taking turns on who would be the one panicking for the night. It was mostly you so you had gotten used to it but whenever it was him you wanted him to relax and not press the issue.

Your head still pressed against his as you two took in each other and every feature. Your arms still wrapped around his body, and his still wrapped around yours…

A few moments of silence filled the air before Remmick finally spoke again.

“You gon eat tonight…you ain't touched nothin’ since we last went huntin’.”

He squeezed your hand—getting your full attention as this was his way of telling you he had to go out.

“Well, let me get on up.” You said.

Before you could get off the bed—he leaped up and stood in front of you.

“No darlin’.” He said, “you gon stay here and rest.”

“We don’t really need sleep….besides, I’ll be patched up in a day or two at most.” you said

You began to look him up and down—what he said was silly to you, and you didn’t agree to it at all. You tried to stand again, but this time he put his hands on your shoulder, keeping you down for a second.

“Remmick…”

“Please, jus’ stay here…I’ll be back, promise.” He said softly.

Your eyes and his met as he was giving that same little pleading stare that a puppy would give you when it did something wrong.

You just huffed—you were annoyed you couldn’t go with him, but if he wanted you to rest that badly and promised that he’d come back, you’d just stay put for the night.

“Fine, Remmy.” You said

You pulled him in by his suspenders, giving him a kiss. He quickly returned it as you let go of his suspenders and he leaned in closer pushing you down on the matress a bit more.

You broke the kiss to speak.

“Uh, Remmy, don’t you have food to be getting? You're on a time limit with that sun.” You said teasingly.

He just cleared his throat before pulling himself up.

“Right, yes.” He said, “When I get back though, I want more of whatever that was gon’ be.”

You just chuckled as you watched him leave out of the door into the night.

A few minutes had passed before you stood up to do some house chores—thought you might as well pass the boredom with some work.

You walked around the house as it felt a little lifeless without Remmick there—you knew he’d be back soon as promised, but you were just as impatient as he was.

While you were walking around, your eyes were jumping onto every object, seeing if anything needed cleaning or if it was out of order.

Your eyes finally came to the nightstand, and you saw nothing wrong at first glance till you looked back.

A box of matches, your box of matches was still there…

That same box of matches you used to get rid of any evidence whenever you two went out.

“Shit.” You murmured.

Your mind racing with worry as per usual about him. You told him you’d stay put, but you had a certain way of doing things, and you didn’t want to stray away from the usual.

You just swallowed down whatever worry you had in your throat. He could handle himself, he lived this long without you, he’d be fine.

hours had begun passing—you knew the sun was gonna be up sooner than later.

That worry you swallowed down began climbing right back up your throat. Pacing back and forth around the room like a madman, you had not a clue where he was.

You were ready to leave and try and find him yourself until a loud, frantic bang caused you to get up and dash to the door.

As soon as you opened it, you saw him.

Remmick—beaten up and bruised. A few gunshot wounds, blood all over his face and body, rips to his clothes, and nasty gashes and cuts on his face.

You knelt to where he sat, trying to pull him back up to his feet. You had nothing to say in the moment—your top priority was getting him to safety and patched up.

Remmick stood up with your help as you examined his face. He grabbed your hand tight, stopping you as he needed your full attention.

“We gotta go.” He said, “We gotta go right now, darlin’.”

You just nodded—you got ready to turn back into the house to grab a few things before you heard screaming and gunshots. People were out hunting and searching for you.

“Ain’t no time,” Remmick said as he grabbed you by the back of your dress.

You were dragged out by your back until he released it—you two dashed through the woods.

It was pretty rare for you two to be haunted when you were usually the ones doing the hunting. Sadly for you two, it was more of them and not enough time to fight back. You just needed to run and find shelter.

“Remmick, why ain’t you bring them damn matches.” You murmured but he heard every word.

“Thought I wasn’t gon need em, clearly it was a full house. I’m sorry, let’s just get out of this then you can yell at me later.” He said

His hand grabbed onto yours tightly, running through the woods with you, trying to find any safety. If you two weren’t on the brink of getting murdered—you’d consider it romantic.

Gunshots flying into trees as bullets miss you two. Water splashing as whoever was chasing you tried to fling holy water on you. You two just gave each other that soft-eyed look before you kept running.

He wanted to keep you safe—he promised to keep you safe.

Now he was falling short on his promises.

You didn’t care—as long as you were with him,, you considered yourself safe. You just kept running until you bumped into him and realized he came to a stop.

“What’s wrong?” You shouted.

You just looked up and saw the moon was going down. Sun was just coming up quicker and quicker.

“Remmick, we can find some place to go, cmon.” You said, “We just gotta go, cmon.”

He quickly pulled you to the side—you two now under a tree, trying to think of anything to get yourself out of the situation. You could deny it all you wanted, but there was nothing more that could be done in that moment.

“I didn’t take them matches—didn't do things the at we usually do it. Now I messed it up.” Remmick spoke in a wimpy sort of tone.

“Remmick, I’m not about to scold you for this.” You said, “atleast not right now. So relax we gotta get out of this ok?”

He was used to you scolding him for the small things, and any other time you would’ve, but now it was life or death. If it just so happened to be death, you weren’t about to spend your final moments scolding him. You just pressed your head against his hoping that time would freeze for you just for a second and it felt like it did.

You started to cry—he wanted to cry. He had broken his promise, he said he’d always keep you safe, always make sure you were protected.

The sun wasn’t slowing down for anyone, it was gonna come up eventually. The hunters drew closer, and little tears became flowing pools of water.

“I broke my promise—I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He murmured.

He tried his best to calm you down while he was panicking himself. He began holding you tighter, but the sun began to shine through the leaves on the tree. You two didn’t have much longer. You were either gonna die by the sunlight burning you to ash, or die by the hands of hunters that weren’t finished off.

“Remmick.” You said in a stuffy tone

You swallowed down your tears as best as you could for a second to talk.

“I know you said you keep me safe, and you think you broke the promise.” You said, “If you wanna make it up to me, just keep one promise you made.”

You two began curling into each other tightly as he held onto you as best as he could. His skin took the majority of the burns from the sunlight as he tried his absolute best to protect you from the heat that was coming.

“And which one is that?” He asked

“Staying with me.” You said, “and I want you to stay with me…and watch the sun rise.”

His head lifted up,, and so did yours. His eyes were weak and questioning what you just said. He couldn’t believe this is what you were saying but he knew you two didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“Cmon.” He said

He grabbed your hand, leading you out of the woods into the open sunlight. You two were met by a river—memories filling your mind of all the times you two went there at night. Your life with him was flashing before your eyes.

The hunters were here, and so was the sun. You drowned out their screams to catch you guys—you were so focused on him and the burning pain that flowed through your body that you couldn’t give two shits.

His hand stayed clasped onto yours—you two burning up quicker than you were before. Smoke coming from your body as if you were food being cooked and prepared.

You two finally reached the lake. Feet soaking in there as if the water was gonna save you but you knew it was over—your forehead just pressed his as you began to cry weakly, and he just held onto you tighter and tighter.

Memories flowing through your mind of the life you had with him.

That first time you met, the time he turned you every promise he made, every kiss you shared, every passionate night you two enjoyed, every meal shared, every life taken.

It all rushed through you faster than ever before.

You never expected it to be so short, you wanted it to be longer. Remmick spoiled you rotten—because you’d forgotten you can’t just get everything you wanted.

Tears and screams of agony still left your face as he held onto you tight—he held you tightly in that same warm embrace he always did. He tried to calm you down as best as he could, giving you comfort in whatever way he could in the moment. It only helped so much.

Both of you sizzling and burning alive by the second, smelling like rotting meat and flesh, getting ready to be thrown out. Your flesh melting to his at this point, you two were becoming one, except this time, it was physically.

Remmick kissed you softly on the forehead before speaking.

“I’ll meet you again—next life, we’ll try again. I’ll keep you as safe as I can, and I'll love you jus’ like I did in this life. Promise.”

You just looked at him, and the ash began to surround both of you. You were silent—taking in your final breaths as you knew your time on earth was over.

Hunters could’ve came in that water at any time and put a stake in your backs—they just stayed in the woods, watching what they caused all go down and finish.

You ignored them, eyes just stuck on Remmick and how his body was melting away right before you. Memories of how you would patch him up whenever he was like this flowing through your mind as you were silent.

You just felt weak, you couldn’t save him, and this time he couldn’t save you.

“You gotta respond, give me something,” he said, “Don’t let these last few seconds be silent. Speak to me, say whatever’s on your mind..”

He gave those same pleading eyes that he would always give to you when you were mad or he wanted you to reason with him.

His crumbling hand reaching towards you face to wipe off the tears as best as he could before you spoke again.

“I’m scared.” You said

“Me too.” He replied

For one second it was dead silent before you picked back up the conversation speaking again.

“Promise I’ll be patient, but you keep your word, Remmick.”

“I will,” he said, “I promise I will, darlin’.”

Foreheads pressed together one final time. He gave you a smile and you returned one until your lips met–whatever was left of them, at least. He began humming a soft tune painfully. He tried to hide any sadness he had in the moment from you, and you respected it.

He just hummed soft melodies that he would play or sing for you whenever you were home with him to comfort both of you as you were ready to leave this body.

You got to see a sunrise with him–and what made it even better was the fact you’d get to see more with him in the future.

The ash of both your bodies wisped away in the wind, but not a single spec of dust separated.

You’d be reunited soon.

You'd just have to be patient, like he asked.

Just like you promised.

[imdoingjustgr8]

hey

soooo... how have any fellow td fans been coping recently

meme aside, i got """a bit""" of a vent coming below that no one's obligated to read. and if you do, forgive me if it ends up long asf and kind of all over the place. it was 5 in the morning when i began writing and i just want a place to get all my thoughts out or i won't be able to sleep in peace.

so, here it goes:

td suddenly being taken down out of nowhere and confirmed to be canceled, never to come back was a massive bummer and all, but honestly? i've been taking the news of the official td discord server's impending deletion much harder. don't get me wrong, i do feel really damn bad for outlaik, i just find him dropping td much easier to accept than seeing the first and only big dc community i've ever joined, that encouraged me to post so much sonexe art in the first place, hell, even have made a bit of a name for myself in (literally being known as "the sonexe guy") be sent to oblivion along with it.

to think that i initially only played a random goofy-looking sonic.exe roblox game out of sheer boredom, to think that i initially joined the discord to only make player reports and maybe lurk around. but when i discovered the creations channel, i've ended up checking that very channel almost religiously, posted alot of my own silly drawings, and met so many cool, funny people and amazing fellow artists that have inspired me to this day.

i've only been around for 2 (and a half?) years, so to see everything go down to shit so suddenly was really jarring. i tend to be a really sentimental guy, like "i hoard 1000+ pictures of a sand sculpture i just built in multiple angles" levels of sentimental, so the thought of all those fun interactions and discussions, creative takes and suggestions, and amazing art that i couldn't all save becoming inaccessable to look back on, to become completely wiped out soon has been pretty distressing to me. it doesn't help that most of the artists i've followed on there don't seem to have links or have posted on other platforms.

one of my biggest comforting hopes at the moment is that if anyone else from on there i've interacted with happens to see this and recognize me, artist or not, i'd be really happy to give you a follow! and to those who don't, if i might not see you again for awhile or ever, i wish you well and hope you know you're cool asf. like, i seriously feel very lucky and grateful of how nice and unexpectedly crazy-supportive everyone was, especially with my first ever sonexe post. i really mean it when i said you're all what encouraged me to post without fearing massive judgement and made me feel excited to share my silly doodles and ideas. seriously, thank you all.

also, i feel as if this is something that needs to be said, or atleast said more; i hope that people would learn to be more considerate of outlaik's pov on everything. i seriously doubt anyone would have the motivation to continue a project they wanted to move on from long ago in the first place. getting a copyright claim on his ass, having his acc and dev career at risk, still being constantly interrogated about td's return (bc of ppl making shit up) when he's already done all he could was just the final nail in the coffin for him with the game. i respect him wanting to just quickly move on and i do hope he finds successs, possibly pull even more than what he got from td with current and future projects he can fully enjoy. i'd also have to thank him and his game for bringing us all together in the first place.

ok big sappy rant over. idk how to end this gracefully i just rlly want to go to sleep atp lmao. i've been typing for 4 straight hours kill me rn

good mor-night 😪

[pombeom]

okay never rlly done this before but here me out, txt fic inspired by "guess" by charli xcx and billie eilish. i dont have a member preference but i based it on tae (›´ω`‹ ) HERE ME OUT roomatetyunx reader. txt and reader's friend group decide to go out for dinner/clubbing. reader has secretly been liking tae for a WHILE, and THIS WAS THE NIGHT. and reader puts on a very VERY short skirt/dress (they know what they were doing) and purposely leans down when tae is behind them *evil laughs*

(also imagined it as afab but idrc)

sorry i dont have anything else to add but you now have the reins (๑˘ꇴ˘๑)

guess | taehyun fic (nsfw)

nsfw, mdni!

pairings: domroommate!taehyun x subtease!reader

warnings: soobin present at the start, lots of mentions of underwear, teasing, fingering, scissoring, wall sex, creampie, squirting, messy sex, taehyun is kinda kinky, panty stuffing, mentions of exhibitionism, they both have sex while standing up, taehyun gives orders and reader follows, nicknames (baby, slut), unprotected sex, lots of dirty talking, am i forgetting something??

a/n: thank you so much for your request! decided to go with taehyun cos i could envision your request so clearly. you guys are such teases istg but im all here for it 🤧

Being Taehyun’s roommate isn’t for the weak. The way he’s come back after his daily workouts in his compression shirts with his hair pushed back made your knees quiver every time he would walk in through the door. You swore it was a secret you guarded with your life but everyone around you seemed to know of your little crush. Your friends managed to catch on as soon as they witnessed your head swivel whenever he’d walk past, staring a little too longingly in his direction. 

“Y/n you should just tell him at this point. I can’t watch you drool over him any longer, it’s gross,” Soobin advises you on your way out from class. 

“No but what if doesn’t feel the same way?” 

“Trust me. He does. And if he doesn’t then that’s his loss. I’ll bag you up if he doesn’t want you,” his wink had you reacting with a disgusted scowl.

“Anyway, we’re meeting up for dinner this Saturday. One of our friends has had to cancel last minute so there’s an extra space in the reservation. Wanna come? Taehyun’s coming too you know. Maybe you can finally tell him how you feel.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Oh come on. We’re heading the the club after. It’ll be fun.” 

“Fine. Only because you insisted.” 

“You don’t need to lie to me. I know you’re only coming cos Taehyun’s coming.” 

“Shut up.” 

By the time Saturday evening rolls up, you had planned your outfit and gone through your confession speech multiple times. You finished your hair and makeup and slipped into a black mini dress that was slightly too short but it hugged your figure so well that you wanted to show off as much as you can. You pair it with a black kitten heel, preparing for your time at the club later that night. But most importantly, your needy cunt was exposed through the black lace underwear you wore under your tiny dress. 

Feeling a sense of feigned confidence, you step out of your room, heading into your shared living space where Taehyun was waiting. He’s sat sprawled across the armchair, taking up the entire seat as he manspread whilst scrolling through his phone. Upon hearing the clacking of your heels, his head jolts up taking in your presence. He eyes your naked thighs, feeling the sharpness of his gaze lasering through your legs making your knees go weak. 

“You look nice,” his compliment has your confidence crumbling as you instantly resort back to your usual shyness. 

“Thank you,” your voice comes out more strained than you wanted but this was a reaction to the current wetness building up in your folds as you begin to notice the way his shirt clings to his body, looking almost see-through under his brown jacket. 

“You ready to go?” 

He follows you to the door when suddenly you pause.

“Hang on. Just need to fix my heels. The strap is a little loose.” 

You arch forward, bending down to reach your shoes as the back of your dress rides up. You felt exposed as your underwear was evidently wet but you sought the thrill of provoking a reaction from the man behind you. Even as you were still bent down fumbling with your straps, you felt his gaze staring heavily into your core, past the black lace fabric. 

“Ok, I’m done. We can go now.” 

You hand barely reaches the doorknob before you’re being pulled back into his chest. 

“You think it’s funny to tease me like that?”

“Mhm?? What do you mean?” 

“Playing dumb won’t work on me.” 

“I don’t get it. What are you talking about?” You kept egging him on with your masquerade of innocence, each step getting him a little further to your desired goal. 

“You’re still gonna keep going with that? Even after you flashed your underwear to me?”

“What? I did that? Really? I bet you don’t even know the colour of my underwear.”

“Oh baby, I don’t even have to guess. I saw that black lace with my very own eyes. That little bow was cute too.” 

You hadn’t noticed until you felt his breath against your neck but he has inched closer to you, his arms slowly crawling up your legs, grabbing onto your waist. Your cheeks burned from the closeness you had been longing for. 

“You wanna tell me you did that on purpose or are you gonna keep pretending that you flashed me by accident?” His voice grumbled, echoing through the chambers of your mind. 

Your breath was shaky and unstable as you managed to answer his question, “It was on purpose, Taehyun.”

Before you knew it, his lips came crashing onto your, sucking the life out of you. The lustful kiss had you moaning into his mouth as his tongue darts into yours, claiming you for himself. 

“I knew it. Now take those panties off.” 

Lifting your dress up, you slip your underwear down, letting it fall to the ground as the wetness begins dripping down your legs.

“Shit, look at you. Fucking drenched already. Bet you’ve been dreaming of this: wanting to strip naked in front of me just so I can get a look at how much of a slut you are for me. Am I right?” 

“You’re righ- ahh!” 

His fingers circle your entrance before you get then chance to finish, teasing your hole. Before long, he pushes in 2 long fingers, struggling to keep going in your tight, clenched pussy. 

“God, are you a virgin? You’re so fucking tight.” He groans as he manages to get his fingers deep into your core, feeling the tightness squeeze his digits. 

“Mhmm… I am. Wanted your cock to be the first inside me.” 

“Fucking hell. You’ve been waiting for me all this time huh? Guess I’ll have to give you everything you’ve dreamed of.” 

His fingers scissor you walls, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. The way your muscles are pulled sends shock waves running down your leg, almost losing sensation in them as you’re on the verge of collapsing, gripping onto Taehyun’s shoulders for support. 

“I want your dick in me. Now!” You demand. 

“Why so desperate? You’ve been such a tease and you won’t even let me finger your cunt. But ok, I’ll give it to you. Just don’t expect me to go easy.” 

He unzips his trousers, pulling them down along with his boxers in one go. He strips himself of his jacket, remaining only in his white form-fitting t-shirt. 

His cock springs up onto his stomach. The tip is red while his length is girthy and long beyond average, the veins matching the ones that run up his forearms. He teases your hole by pumping just the tip in making you grind against him, hips rolling as you force yourself onto him. 

He pushes your back up against the wall, controlling your movement before slamming straight into your gummy walls, your moans shrieking out from surprise. 

“Fuck Taehyun! Keep going like that!”

His movements are controlled and precise, making sure to hit the g-spot with each pump. Your moans become uncontrollable with the increase in speed, crying as he slams into your repeatedly, abusing your cunt. 

He then lifts up your thigh, holding it against his waist, allowing him to hit different angles making your mind feel fuzzy at the new sensation. 

“Fuck. If you keep clenching round my cock like that, I might cum already.” His grunts are disheveled and all over the place as he begins to lose control over his speed, rutting into you like some dog. 

“I’m gonna cum too. Please. Please come in me.” Your whispers are the only sound that comes out you as your voice has cracked with all the screams you let out.

He spills his spurts inside you, coating your walls in white as you feel his dick throbbing inside your trembling pussy. Your orgasm hit like the ocean onto the rocks, the speed at which you came leading to a spray of liquid to shoot out. Your eyes instantly shut, feeling exhausted from being fucked out to your climax. 

“You squirted?” 

“I guess I did.” 

After letting your body cool down from the intensity, you pick up your panties, getting ready to slip them back on, when Taehyun’s voice hisses at you, grabbing your underwear from your hands before shoving them up your stretched hole, pushing it in deeper and deeper until it remains stuck in your sobbing cunt.

“Let’s see how you tease everyone else looking like this.” 

“But Taehyun, it was only meant for you. I can’t go out like this. Let me out them back on, please” 

“Only for me huh? You only want me to see you in this state?” 

You nod frantically, “You’re the one I like Taehyun.” 

“The little brat likes me. Well I like you too. Your pussy was made for my cock and you take it so well. But you still deserved to be punished for teasing me like that. Keep the underwear stuffed in your pussy and go put on another pair.”

Following his orders, you head back to your room, picking out some pink panties, feeling the black lace slipping out. You push it back in and secure it in place by hitching the pink pair up high. You waddle back to Taehyun who was now fully dressed again. Your legs feel uncomfortably shaky as you walk but his arms hold your waist, supporting you. He bends down checking that you’ve followed his orders, grinning with satisfaction as he catches a glimpse of the pinkx

“Good girl. Now no one can guess what you have going on under there but me.” 

[justarkive]

TABLE 3 | JJK ch6

“For good service, and cute waitresses.”

pairing: pre!military jk x waitress/secret fuckbuddy!oc

warnings: profanity, angst, humour, fluff, celebrity au, idol!jungkook , jungkook shows up unannounced, angst at the end :( oc finds something which makes her rlly upset, FLIRT. jungkook. they are quite literally so into eachother. he catches her stalking him (sorry guys, i had to.)

wc: short n sweet today guys </3

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: @jenniebyrubies @dreamersparacosm @darklove2020

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The morning sun filters through the blinds, streaks of light painting lazy patterns across the walls. You blink against the brightness, groaning softly as the weight of last night lingers in your body—not in a bad way, but in that way where reality feels just a little softer, like a dream still clinging to the edges of your mind.

There’s a weight beside you, the warmth of another body tucked comfortably into your side, and when you finally force yourself to turn, you see Nari sprawled across your bed, mouth slightly open, one arm draped over her forehead dramatically. She’s still out cold.

You blink, piecing things together, and the memories from last night rush in—the way you and Jungkook had sat together outside, the way his voice had dipped when he asked if you’d ever listened to his music, the way his eyes lingered a second too long before Nari had pulled up.

And then the aftermath.

Nari had driven you home, but the second you’d stepped inside, it was like you’d both been hit with a second wind. She’d barely even gotten her shoes off before launching into questions, voice high and excited as she demanded every little detail.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. You guys were looking at each other like… like…” she’d flailed, eyes wide, “like you were the main characters in a romance drama. It was disgusting.”

You had only laughed, cheeks warm, shoving at her shoulder. “It was not that deep.”

“No, babe, it was,” she had insisted, leaning in, eyes twinkling. “So? How do you feel? What are you thinking? Are you like, head over heels already, or are we still in the honeymoon denial phase?”

And so it had gone. You’d ended up talking for hours, the energy of the night refusing to die down, until at some point, the exhaustion had hit all at once. One minute you’d been lying on your bed, still caught up in conversation, and the next, Nari had been out like a light, curled up next to you, and you hadn’t been far behind.

Now, as you blink against the morning, everything feels just a little surreal.

Nari shifts beside you, letting out a dramatic groan as she stretches. “Mmm, why is the sun attacking me?”

You laugh, reaching over to nudge her. “Because you insisted on sleeping with the blinds open. ‘Natural light is the best alarm clock,’ remember?”

She groans louder, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in a pillow. “I was a fool.”

You sit up, stretching your arms above your head. “Come on, we need to get ready. We have work.”

At that, she lifts her head just enough to peek at you, a slow grin forming. “Ohhh, you mean you have another excuse to check your phone all shift?”

You roll your eyes, shoving her again, but she only laughs, sitting up and ruffling her hair. “I don’t blame you, though,” she says, hopping out of bed. “If Jungkook was texting me, I’d be obsessed too.”

“I’m not obsessed,” you mumble, but your cheeks betray you, warming at the thought.

Nari wiggles her brows as she makes her way to the bathroom. “Mhm. Keep telling yourself that.”

The morning goes by in a blur of getting dressed, brushing teeth, and trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness. By the time you’re both ready, it’s like clockwork—grabbing bags, slipping on shoes, and heading out together.

—

Work is… work. The usual rush of customers, the clatter of dishes, the low hum of conversation filling the air. But there’s something different about today.

Or rather, there’s something different about you.

Your phone buzzes in your apron pocket, and despite knowing you shouldn’t, you can’t help the way your fingers itch to check it.

[ iMessage ]

Jungkook: hows work? missing me much?

You bite back a smile, shaking your head.

Y/N: dont flatter yourself too much, and it’s boring, same old.

Jungkook: Too late. You thinking about me?

Y/N: I’m thinking about how I have actual work to do.

Jungkook: But still texting me. Interesting.

You scoff, but before you can type a reply, a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Oh my god, you cannot be serious.”

You look up just in time to see Nari smirking at you from behind the counter, arms crossed.

“You have been glued to your phone all day,” she teases, leaning in. “Is it him? It’s him, isn’t it?”

You huff, slipping your phone back into your pocket. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She gasps, placing a hand over her chest dramatically. “Wow. Lying to your best friend? This is serious.”

Before you can retaliate, a customer approaches, forcing Nari to straighten up and greet them with her usual bright smile. But as you go back to work, you catch her watching you out of the corner of your eye, that knowing smirk still playing at her lips.

And maybe, just maybe, she has a point.

By the time your shift ends, you’re exhausted, feet aching and mind still buzzing. You barely have time to get comfortable when your phone lights up again.

Jungkook: home yet?

Y/N: yeah, just arrived wbu?

Jungkook: Good. You left something with me, by the way.

You frown, sitting up a little.

Y/N: ??

Jungkook: Guess you’ll just have to see.

Your brows furrow, confusion settling in, but before you can ask what he means, there’s a knock at your door.

Your heart stops. No way.

Scrambling off the couch, you hurry to the door, barely remembering to check the peephole before swinging it open. And there he is.

Jungkook, standing in your doorway, looking way too pleased with himself.

In his hand, he holds something up—a tube of lip gloss.

“You left this,” he says, smirking.

You stare at him, processing. “You—”

“Figured you’d want it back,” he adds, voice light, teasing.

Your jaw drops. “You could have just told me! What if someone saw you? What if—”

He grins, stepping forward slightly. “Relax. No one saw me. I promise.”

You hesitate, searching his face for any sign of uncertainty, but he looks so… content. Like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Then, softer, “I’m sorry. Should I go?”

Something in you hesitates. You should probably be annoyed, but the truth is, you don’t want him to leave.

You sigh, stepping aside. “Just… come in.”

His smile widens as he steps past you.

“Ignore the mess,” you add quickly, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

He chuckles, looking around. “Looks fine to me.”

And just like that, he’s here, in your space, and your heart is racing for reasons you don’t entirely understand.

But one thing’s for sure.

You really, really don’t want him to leave.

“You want anything to eat?” you ask, already making your way toward the kitchen.

Jungkook follows lazily, hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie as he leans against the doorway. “I’m not complaining if you’ve got something.”

You hum, opening the fridge, scanning its contents. “Uh, I don’t have much. Just… some leftovers, snacks, instant ramen.” You glance at him over your shoulder. “That work for you?”

He grins. “Instant ramen sounds perfect.”

Rolling your eyes, you grab two packets and start preparing them. You can feel Jungkook’s gaze on you as you move around the kitchen, filling the pot with water, waiting for it to boil. There’s something oddly comfortable about it—having him here, leaning against the counter like he belongs.

“Your place is nice,” he muses, eyes drifting around. “Very… you.”

You scoff. “What does that even mean?”

He smirks. “I don’t know. Cozy. Lived in.” His eyes flicker to the corner of the room, where a small collection of potted plants sits near the window. “You really like plants, huh?”

You glance at them, smiling softly. “Yeah. They give me something to look after.”

Jungkook nods, stepping closer to get a better look. “I get that. I have a dog—Bam. He’s basically my kid at this point.”

Your lips curl into a grin. “I think taking care of a whole dog is a lot harder than a few plants.”

“Maybe,” he admits, “but they both need love, right?”

Something about the way he says it makes your chest tighten just a little. You turn back to the ramen, stirring absentmindedly. “That’s sweet.”

A comfortable silence settles between you as you finish cooking. A few minutes later, you’re both curled up on the couch, bowls in hand, eating in companionable quiet.

Jungkook glances around again, his gaze landing on a small shelf filled with books and framed pictures. Setting his bowl down, he stands and makes his way over, examining them.

“You and Nari, huh?” he muses, picking up a photo of the two of you, arms thrown around each other, wide grins on your faces.

You swallow your mouthful of noodles, nodding. “Yeah. We’re really close, if you cant tell.”

“Oh i can, trust me.” He tilts his head slightly. “You’ve known each other long?”

You nod again, settling into the couch. “Since I started working at the restaurant. It’s been… what, five years now? She was one of the only people who talked to me when I first got there. I was kind of an outsider, didn’t really know how things worked. But Nari showed me the ropes. We’ve been inseparable ever since.”

Jungkook’s lips curve into a soft smile as he places the photo back. “That’s nice. It’s rare to find people like that.”

You glance up at him. “What about you? Do you have a best friend?”

There’s a slight hesitation before he answers, like he’s carefully choosing his words. “Yeah. I mean, I’m close with all my members—we’re like family at this point. No- we are family actually- and I have friends outside of work, too.” He looks at you, a small, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. “Why? You jealous?”

You roll your eyes, but your cheeks warm nonetheless. “Oh, totally. Just dying to be your best friend.”

He chuckles, plopping back down onto the couch beside you. “I mean, you’re already halfway there.”

You shoot him a look. “Oh, really?”

“Mhm,” he hums, nudging you playfully.

You shake your head, finishing the last of your ramen. The conversation slows, but it’s not awkward. If anything, there’s something… nice about the quiet, the way you’re just sitting there, existing in each other’s presence.

Jungkook leans back, exhaling softly. “I like this.”

You glance at him. “Like what?”

“This,” he gestures vaguely between you. “Just… hanging out. No cameras, no expectations.”

Your heart stirs at his words. You don’t say anything, but you don’t need to.

Instead, you just nod, letting the moment linger.

And for a while, neither of you move.

Jungkook watches as you disappear into the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind you. Left to his own devices, he leans back into your couch, stretching his arms before letting out a deep breath. His eyes wander around your apartment again, settling on your coffee table.

Your laptop sits open.

Curious, he nudges the touchpad, bringing the screen back to life. The last thing you had open was a YouTube tab, and without thinking, he clicks on it.

That’s when he sees it.

His name. In your search history.

His eyes widen slightly, scanning the list of videos you’d recently watched. There were quite a few. Some interviews, a couple of performance clips, even an edit—oh, this was good. A slow grin spreads across his lips as he scrolls further, and then—

Oh.

One title in particular catches his attention. BTS Jungkook - Permission to Dance in LA (Full Focus Cam! + Backstage)

Jungkook raises a brow, amusement sparking in his chest. Oh, this was too good. He glances toward the bathroom, making sure he still has time, before clicking on the video.

The music starts, and he watches himself take the stage, all confident and fluid, moving effortlessly across the screen. But then—then the camera zooms in on that part.

The part where he’s fully feeling himself, exuding every ounce of charisma he has. Where his movements are just a little too smooth, a little too suggestive. He smirks.

Just as the video reaches the peak of that moment, the bathroom door swings open.

You step out, stretching, but freeze the second your brain registers the music playing from your laptop. Your stomach drops.

“Oh my god.”

Jungkook looks up, beaming. “Oh, hey, you’re back.”

Your eyes snap to the screen, and you almost die on the spot.

The video is playing in full volume. Full volume.

“Oh my god, no—” You rush forward, but Jungkook is faster. He clicks pause, turning to you with the biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen.

“So,” he drawls, leaning back and folding his arms behind his head. “You’ve been doing some research, huh?”

You slap the laptop shut so fast you swear you almost break it. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he says, shaking his head, clearly thriving off this. “It’s exactly what it looks like.”

You groan, covering your face. “Oh my god, this is so embarrassing.”

Jungkook hums, pretending to think. “You know, I was wondering—if I looked at the watch time, would I see a certain part being, like, replayed a few times?” He quirks a brow, his smirk devastating.

Your jaw drops. “I—absolutely not—”

He chuckles, dragging his tongue along the inside of his cheek, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah, but for real,” he says, tapping the laptop. “I totally get it. If I were you, I’d watch me too. I look too good in this.”

You groan even louder, ready to just fling yourself off the couch and onto the floor. “Please stop talking.”

“Oh, I will not.”

Jungkook leans in slightly, lowering his voice in mock seriousness. “Be honest—was it this part?” He reaches for the laptop again, and you launch forward, grabbing his arm to stop him.

“I will kick you out.”

He just laughs, looking far too pleased with himself. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered.”

You glare at him, still gripping his arm. He just grins.

And you—well, you’re never opening YouTube around him again.

——

You glance at the clock, surprised by the time. It’s getting late, way later than you expected.

“You’re here pretty late,” you remark, your voice casual as you stand from the couch and stretch a little. “Don’t have anything to do tomorrow?”

Jungkook gives you that lazy smile of his, the one that you’re learning to recognize by now. “Nope. No work tomorrow,” he replies, his voice a little husky, like he’s savoring the moment. “I just wanted to chill for a bit, you know?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Just wanted to chill?”

He shrugs, a little shrug of the shoulders that makes him look even more relaxed than he already is. “Yeah. You’re good company, and it’s been…a long time since I’ve had a chance to just, you know, hang out.”

The words hit you in a way you weren’t quite prepared for. Something about them just settles in your chest—this quiet honesty, this rare openness that he’s letting slip.

“Alright,” you say, a little softer than before, before plopping back down on the couch. You hit play on the movie, the soft glow of the screen filling the room.

For a while, the two of you don’t say anything. The movie plays in the background, but it’s not really what you’re paying attention to. He’s sitting next to you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his body, his presence beside you just…there.

And then, almost without noticing, he moves slightly.

You’re so wrapped up in the movie, in the strange sense of comfort that’s been building between you two, that when his arm moves over to your shoulder, you barely even flinch. It feels natural, effortless—like it’s something that’s always been meant to happen.

His arm settles around your shoulders, just resting there.

And, before you know it, your legs find themselves stretching out, and you casually drape them across his lap, feeling the soft, undeniable weight of his presence. Your heart beats a little faster, but you pretend like everything’s normal, like you’re just watching a movie like any other evening.

Except you’re not.

You don’t realize how close you’ve gotten until halfway through the movie, when you glance up at him. His face is lit by the glow of the TV, and you’re struck by how peaceful he looks, how relaxed, how…at ease.

You try to tear your eyes away. Focus on the movie.

But it’s impossible.

You end up staring at his side profile, unable to help it. The way his hair falls just a little in his face, the curve of his jaw, the way his lips move when he laughs quietly at something in the movie…

It’s too much.

You blink rapidly, your gaze flicking away, heart racing. You try to concentrate on the movie, on what’s happening on screen, but your brain’s too occupied with the fact that Jungkook’s right there, his arm around you, your legs on his lap, and the tension between you two building slowly, almost unnoticeably.

And you feel it.

You feel every beat of your pulse, every breath that’s just a little too shallow. You feel him. Every inch of him.

God, what is this?

You bite your lip, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts, but the more you try to focus on the film, the more you find yourself distracted by his presence. It’s like he’s the only thing in the room, the only thing that matters right now.

And when you glance back at him again, his eyes flick to you, catching you in the act of looking at him.

His lips curve into a slow, teasing smile. “You good?”

You nod quickly, but the heat rising in your face betrays you. “Yeah, fine,” you mumble, shifting a little uncomfortably, trying to play it cool.

But your thoughts are anything but cool.

The rest of the movie seems to blur around you as you try—unsuccessfully—to ignore the way you can feel him so clearly, so undeniably, right there beside you. His warmth, his scent, the way his hand occasionally brushes against your arm.

You’re so distracted you don’t even hear what he’s saying until his voice breaks through your thoughts.

“Hey,” he says softly, voice laced with something you can’t quite place. “You okay?”

You nod again, but you can’t seem to get the words out. The space between you feels electric, and it’s like the air around you both has thickened, changed.

He doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t say anything else either.

But he doesn’t need to.

——

You’ve long forgotten about the movie. The credits are rolling on the screen, but you couldn’t tell if you’re even watching anymore. It’s just noise in the background now, filling the space between you two. You’re sitting on the couch, the last of the snacks between you, sharing what’s left of them. The atmosphere is easy—comfortable, almost.

Your fingers brush when you both reach for the last chip. Neither of you pulls back, and it feels like a long moment where you both just look at each other for a beat. He’s got this amused look in his eyes, like he’s caught you in some kind of subtle game. You’re not sure who’s winning, but for some reason, you don’t care.

You end up laughing a little too much over the fact that the bowl’s completely empty now, and somehow, your legs end up tangled together on the couch. It’s ridiculous. You both just keep laughing, but the longer you sit there, the quieter the atmosphere grows, and there’s something about the way he’s looking at you that makes you feel a little dizzy. You can’t really explain it, but the more you look at him, the more you can’t not look at him.

For a while, there’s a comfortable silence between you two. He’s stretched out on the couch, fiddling with the edge of the blanket, and you can’t help but notice how different the vibe feels. It’s not the usual playful teasing. There’s something a little more…real about tonight.

It’s him who breaks the silence first, his voice a little softer than before. “You ever think about what you want in life?” His words are a bit of a surprise, but the question’s casual, almost like it’s something he’s been thinking about.

You raise an eyebrow, unsure of where this is going, but you can tell he’s not just being playful. There’s something more to his tone. “What do you mean?” you ask, trying to keep things light, but your curiosity gets the better of you.

He hesitates for a second, glancing away, as if he’s considering his words carefully. “I mean… what do you really want? Like, when everything calms down? When you’ve done all the crazy stuff and finally just get to have the life you want?”

You blink, a little taken aback by the sudden shift. This isn’t the Jungkook you’re used to—this isn’t the playful, teasing guy who’d rather joke around. This feels different. You glance at him, and his face is unreadable, eyes staring into the distance, like he’s trying to figure it all out.

“I don’t know,” you admit, honestly. “I think I just want… peace. Like, the kind of life where things aren’t so… loud. You know? Maybe I want that simple, boring life, where everything just makes sense.”

You think that would be the end of it, but he nods slowly, like he gets it. Then, out of nowhere, he says, “I think I want that, too. I want something simple.” His words come out softer now, and there’s a vulnerability there you didn’t expect. “Something real. I want to settle down one day, but I don’t know if that’s even possible, with everything I do.”

You can’t help but feel a small rush of warmth at how genuine he sounds. The Jungkook you know is the center of attention, always surrounded by people, always in the spotlight. Hearing him talk like this, so open and honest, makes your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t think I could do it if I didn’t have something real to come home to,” he continues, almost to himself, his gaze fixed ahead. “Like, a love that isn’t… complicated. No drama. Just someone who’s there, you know? Someone who gets it.”

You swallow hard, realizing just how different he is from the persona he puts out there. Jungkook, the idol, the magnet for attention, is telling you he just wants simplicity. And for some reason, that makes him even more attractive.

You stare at him, your thoughts momentarily distracted. You didn’t expect him to be like this, didn’t expect to hear about what he really wants—what he really needs. And the more you think about it, the more you realize you want to kiss him right now. But you don’t say it. You don’t act on it. Instead, you find yourself just looking at him, caught in the moment.

It’s then that the sound of the movie’s credits fill the room, the music fading as the screen goes dark. The sudden shift makes you blink, pulled back into the reality of the situation. You look at the time—it’s 3 a.m. already.

Jungkook glances at his phone, a soft curse slipping past his lips. “Damn, time flies.” He gives a half-laugh, glancing at you. “I really don’t have anything to do tomorrow. I kind of want to stay… longer.”

For a second, you can tell he’s seriously considering it, and the idea of him staying makes your chest tighten. But you manage to pull yourself together enough to say, “About that… sorry, I have work tomorrow.” You let the teasing tone back in, trying to lighten the moment. “You can always just waltz up here again, if you feel like it.”

He raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin crossing his face. “I might just do that.” He stretches, as though he’s ready to stay the night, and for a second, you think he might. But then, with a playful look, he stands up, running a hand through his hair. “Alright, I’ll let you get some sleep. But don’t think I won’t be back,” he teases, the air between you two charged with unspoken words.

You laugh, but inside, you feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re both on the verge of something new.

You walk Jungkook to the door, the quiet of the night around you both making everything feel oddly intimate. As he stands in the doorway, he looks at you, his expression softer than usual, like he’s trying to remember something. You both linger there, not saying much. It’s one of those moments where you’re not sure what to say, but you know neither of you is ready for this night to end.

“Guess I should get going,” he says, his voice quiet, almost reluctant.

“Yeah…” you trail off, not quite sure if you’re ready for him to leave, but you smile anyway. “Thanks for coming by.”

His eyes flicker, and without a word, he pulls you into a quick hug, one that’s warm and a little too long, just enough for you to catch a breath before you both pull away. It feels like something more, but neither of you acknowledges it.

“Take care, alright?” he says, still holding your gaze.

You nod, feeling a little out of breath. “You too.”

Then, he steps out, and just before he turns to leave, he looks back, grinning. “I’ll see you soon,” he teases, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah, maybe,” you reply, trying to keep the smile on your face, even as your heart beats a little faster than normal.

The door clicks shut behind him, and you stand there for a moment, just listening to the sound of the night. Your mind is still reeling from everything that happened tonight, the closeness, the teasing, the moments that felt like they meant more than they probably did.

Shaking your head, you move to tidy up, putting away the empty snack bowls and the remnants of the movie you’ve long forgotten about. The house feels quiet now, almost too quiet, and you find yourself moving around automatically. You go into your room, taking off your shoes, tossing your jacket onto the bed, and sitting down at the edge.

You pull your phone from your pocket, deciding to unwind with a bit of scrolling through your timeline. The bright screen feels like a good distraction from the swirl of thoughts in your head. Sending Jungkook a quick ‘Hope you got home okay, goodnight :)’ text,

You’re mindlessly tapping through posts when something stops you cold—your heart drops into your stomach.

It’s a video. Of Jungkook.

You freeze, staring at the thumbnail. The video’s not recent—it’s been uploaded recently, but you have no idea when it was actually filmed. You press play anyway, your finger trembling just slightly.

It’s him, in what looks like his apartment, laughing and stumbling around with a girl in his arms. The two of them are playfully navigating their way around, and a dog is trailing behind them, wagging its tail. You don’t recognize the girl—her face is blurry from the angle of the shot, but you can tell she’s close to him, like the two of them are comfortable.

You’re not sure what his apartment looks like, but you know that dog. You’ve seen it on social media before. And you can’t miss the way his hair’s styled, that signature long, grown-out mullet he’s been sporting. All the details are accurate enough that it seems too real to be fake.

But the girl? You have no idea who she is.

Your stomach tightens, a pit forming inside you as your mind races to make sense of what you’re seeing. The casualness of it, the familiarity between them, makes your chest tighten in an unexpected rush of jealousy. You watch the video again, trying to figure out what exactly is making you feel so uneasy, but the more you see, the worse it gets. The image of them laughing together, the dog following them like it’s just another day, makes everything feel like it’s out of your reach.

You don’t even know how long you’ve been staring at the screen when you finally snap out of it, but the realization hits you hard—this could’ve been filmed weeks ago, or maybe it’s been recent, and you were none the wiser. You can’t tell.

The uncertainty of it all makes you feel like you’re drowning. You don’t know what this is. You don’t know what it means.

You pull the phone away from your face, staring at it as your heart continues to race, unsure of what to feel.

All you know is that seeing this video makes everything feel like it’s slipping through your fingers, and you’re not sure if you’ll ever get it back.

[oscquinn]

SUMMER SNOW j. hughes x pop star!reader

TAGS & WARNINGS → my first smau?? crazy!! fc is sabrina for most pics, reader's stage name is summer :))

SUMMARY → in the midst of your national tour, a romance brews between you and a certain devils player. shown through insta posts!

A/N → hiiii guys the hockey brainrot is so bad. quinn fic when?

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summermusic same arena, same weekend, same shade of red. jersey you were so sweet!

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yourbestie thanks for the front row seats @njdevils

njdevils any time!

user01 summer looks sooo good in red

njdevils jersey magic 😉

user02 i love summer and i love the devs this is amazing

user03 oh she’s a hughes fan okay

user04 ugh imagine they dated

user05 that’s so far from reality dude 💀

user06 imagine!!!

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njdevils two icons in red 🏒💋

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summersmusic 💋⛸️ (❤️ by creator)

user01 didn’t know admin was a summer fan!

user02 wait… there have been rumors about summer and a hockey player…

user03 bro don’t push it

user02 i’m just saying. does admin know something we don’t?

user04 MY FAVS

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summersmusic put a lot of love into this one. “loyal” is yours at midnight 💋

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user02 NO FR

user03 “think i finally found a man that’s loyal” ugh i need what they have

user04 they aren’t together?

user03 they are in my head

user05 he liked it too!

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jackhughes time off on the slopes

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jackhughes pipe down

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user06 AND HE USED ONE OF SUMMERS SONGS

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summersmusic ice princess ⛸️

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user01 PLS THIS IS CLEARLY A DATE

user02 their friendship is everything to me

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user06 i can’t tell if he’s shooting his shot or implying they’re together 💔

user07 choosing to believe they’re dating

user03 straight to the jacksummer evidence file (❤️ by creator)

user04 NOT A DRILL SHE LIKED THIS ONE TOO

vogue maybe winter is your season

user05 and with loyal as the song. people died!!

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jackhughes i’ve got summer on a snowy day ❤️

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user01 AWW WITH THE HEART 🥹

lhughes_06 so do we get free concert tickets now or…

teamsummer stop by any time!

user03 i’m not breathing until summer releases her hard launch too

summersmusic PLEASE BREATHE I’LL POST RN

user03 HAHA SUMMER ILY!!!

user04 ugh she rlly is the people’s pop princess i love her sm

user02 oh i KNOW summer wrote the caption

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summersmusic u guys were right, loyal is about him

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[konpeitonom]

college! dating headcanons for grant curly. pt1

sfw— lowercase intended ^_^

fem reader —

requests are open and heavily encouraged, i write for every mw character ^.^

notes; majority of these are self indulgent, and an excuse to take a break from my finals! the people on tumblr need my mediocre headcanons. not proofread im lazy. there *was* gonna be a nsfw section but i guess only if the people rlly want that..

— god he would be so unbearable at first. he’d try and find an excuse to hang out with you and that excuse would be studying. like, whether or not you guys live on the same floor in the dorms or just in the same class he’d always be like..

— “hey do you have notes for ___”, “do you wanna study with me in the commons?” “what grade did you get on the paper? we should compare next time”

— he would be so annoying about it and he wouldn’t even realize. sorry. haha.

— he’d just chalk it up to him being a bit more comfortable with you, you’re easy to talk too! but in reality he just needed reasons to see you. and what better excuse than classes?

— as a study partner however. maybe you get things done. most of the time you do. him however? he kinda needs someone to keep him in check. if hes alone he’ll end up doodling on all his papers and have to go back to a far away building to reprint his assignments.

— he’d doodle animals i think. big animal guy. he’d compare you to animals he thinks are cute and you may or may not take offense to that. it’s his way of flirting, honest!!

— i think after awhile he’d be more open to inviting you to other things. i’d start with school events then movies then maybe walks in a park nearby! he is not dense, if you seem uninterested he’ll back off.

— once you two start going on dates (whoever confesses first, it is up to you..) but nonetheless, he will insist on paying first. at least for the first few. if you don’t intervene he’ll pay for all. haha. it’s just how he was raised.

— cute cheap things though. like maybe a drive in movie theater, or ice cream, or walking around a pretty area downtown.

— he seems like a mint chocolate chip guy. the type to deny that it tastes like toothpaste. it’s just mint!! that or something healthy. as healthy as ice cream could get.

— he would play some kind of sport. i do not know a thing about sports, so i’ll leave it at that. he’d want someone who’d come to his games and support him and be there!! being there is the way he feels most loved, most likely.

— he would get injured so easily. whether that be from sports or him just being clumsy he is susceptible for injury- someone out there is out to get him.

— he’d like it if you patched him up. he likes being taken care of too! after a few times he’d just end up feeling bad and do it himself, but if you insist he wouldn’t mind that either..

— i also mentioned in my general headcanons that he is a morning person. in college that is true as well, but he would be taking the fattest afternoon naps. you, friends, family, school, work, sports… he is taking a nap.. maybe join him!!

— this is a common occurrence in curly fics. but he is the big spoon. he likes squeezing and squishing you like a plush doll.

— with all that on his shoulders he is not the best at managing his time. he would be extremely apologetic if he was late in anyway to a date and such but it’s bound to happen.

— he is friends with other girls. sorry. i think it is a green flag if a guy can be friends and only friends with girls. just means they view girls as more than a potential girlfriend. he’d never give you a reason to worry about him cheating, but if you had any sort of insecurity he’d adjust that thought process of his or just give you extra reassurance!

— during finals/mid-terms he is extra attentive to you. it is a stressful time for him but that must also mean it’s stressful for you too. small things like getting you food when you’re studying, making sure you’re taking breaks.

— ideal college bf. need a guy like him.. sob.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you do a really angsty sister fic but with a cute ending but it’s very angsty

yesss! here ya go!

“Unnoticed”

Sturniolos x sister

Warnings : none rlly.

Y/N had always been the odd one out.

She knew her brothers loved her—of course, they did. But love and attention weren’t the same things, and lately, it felt like she had been completely erased from their world.

Chris, Matt, and Nick had each other. They always had. Three inseparable pieces of the same puzzle. And Y/N? She was just the extra. The fourth wheel in a group that never needed one.

At first, she tried to brush it off. They were busy, that was all. Filming, traveling, editing, working on their brand. She told herself it wasn’t personal.

But then the missed dinners started.

Then the unanswered texts.

Then the times she walked into a room only for them to leave moments later, too wrapped up in their own lives to notice her standing there, screaming on the inside.

She stopped trying.

If she didn’t reach out, would they?

If she didn’t show up, would they even notice?

Days turned into weeks, and it became painfully clear that the answer was no.

The final straw came on a night that should have been normal. She had been in her room for hours, curled up in bed, feeling the weight of her own insignificance pressing down on her chest. She wasn’t crying—she was past that.

Then she heard them downstairs, laughing. Loud, carefree, completely oblivious.

She checked her phone. Not a single message from any of them.

They were all together.

And she wasn’t even a thought in their heads.

Something inside her snapped.

She grabbed her jacket and slipped out the front door without bothering to text them. It wasn’t like they’d care.

It was cold. The wind stung her skin, but she barely felt it. Her legs carried her forward, away from the house, away from the suffocating loneliness that had settled in her bones.

She ended up at an empty park, sitting on the swings, her hands gripping the rusted chains as she stared blankly ahead.

She wanted to disappear.

Not in a dramatic way—she didn’t want to die or anything. She just wanted to stop existing in this way. Half-there. Half-seen. Half-loved.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. Probably just some random notification.

But then it buzzed again. And again.

Frowning, she pulled it out.

Chris: Where are you?

Matt: Y/N, answer the phone.

Nick: Are you okay? Where’d you go?

A bitter laugh bubbled up in her throat. Now they noticed? Now they cared?

She stuffed the phone back in her pocket, ignoring the way her hands trembled.

Minutes passed. Maybe hours.

Then—footsteps. Rushed, frantic. And suddenly, all three of them were there, panting, their faces pale with worry.

Chris was the first to speak. “What the hell, Y/N?” His voice was sharp, but his eyes were soft. Scared. “You just left without saying anything!”

Y/N stared at them, expression blank. “You would’ve noticed eventually.”

Matt flinched. “Of course we would have—”

“Would you?” she interrupted, her voice cracking. “Because I don’t think you would’ve. I don’t think you would’ve even realized if I stayed in my room for days, or if I stopped coming home at all.”

Silence.

Nick took a shaky breath. “Y/N… that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is,” she whispered, feeling the lump in her throat grow. “I’m invisible to you guys. I’m just there—some extra piece that doesn’t fit. And you don’t even see me.”

Chris stepped forward, guilt written all over his face. “Y/N, we—”

She shook her head. “I used to be your sister. Now I’m just a background character in your lives.” Her voice broke on the last word, and she hated herself for it.

Matt looked like he wanted to argue, but he couldn’t. Because she was right.

And they all knew it.

Nick ran a hand over his face, looking like he was about to cry. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “We never meant to make you feel like this. We just—” He exhaled shakily. “We fucked up.”

Chris swallowed hard, his hands balling into fists. “You’re not invisible to us, Y/N.” His voice was thick with emotion. “You’re our sister. Our baby sister. And we love you more than anything. We just… we got so caught up in everything else that we didn’t realize we were pushing you away.”

Y/N wiped at her eyes, shaking her head. “I don’t need some guilt-driven apology.”

Matt stepped closer, his voice gentle. “We’re not just apologizing. We’re fixing this. Because you’re right—we haven’t been there for you. And that’s not okay.”

Nick nodded. “We miss you, Y/N. And we’re not letting this happen again.”

Chris hesitated for only a second before pulling her into a crushing hug, burying his face in her hair.

And for the first time in forever, she felt seen.

Matt and Nick wrapped their arms around them too, holding her tightly, as if afraid she’d slip away if they let go.

She sniffled. “You guys are so annoying.”

Chris chuckled, his voice muffled. “Yeah, but we’re your annoying brothers.”

A small, watery smile tugged at her lips. Maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t so invisible after all.

[stargazedwinchester]

Casual | Dean

love a bit of chappell don’t we guys xox

i rlly enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading it!! this is very much inspired by the song, but not necessarily a songfic :)

CW: mentions of s*x, nothing too provocative

Summary: You and Dean are casual friends with benefits until you uncover the truth about how you actually feel toward him.

Word count: 1,133

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

“I, uh, think I should get you home,” Dean says. The silence is palpable. You feel awkward and like you don’t belong, so you let out a defeated sigh. He’s shirtless, his slight 6-pack glistening with sweat as he attempts to dry himself off with a towel. You felt as if you couldn’t catch your breath, whether it was just from the insane sex you had just endeavoured or Dean’s pitiless words that filled your lungs with regret.

“Okay.” You give up. Each time you attempt to feel a connection with him — a real, deep connection, it’s like he wipes it from his memory as soon as you’re both finished and goes back to reality. Post-nut clarity, if you will.

It’s not like he doesn’t find you attractive. Hell no. It’s his intense lack of commitment issues and mommy/daddy issues that give him such a hard time completely dedicating himself to someone. The hundreds of arguments you had gotten into over the people he had slept with whilst also sleeping with you just gave you second-hand embarrassment. In fact, it was downright wrong it should’ve been illegal.

You manage to tumble out of bed butt-naked, slowly getting your clothes back on ready for the silent drive home. You almost gape in awe at Dean’s silhouette. Heavy feelings weigh down on your heart for someone who doesn’t even think of you in any other way other than for intimacy is so challenging, especially on your own self-worth.

Dean doesn’t say a word to you. He sits back down on the bed and starts typing on his phone. He’s wearing a light grey t-shirt and charcoal grey jeans. The small screen lights up his face and a slight grin slowly appears and your heart sinks. Without even looking, you already know he’s talking to some other bitch, in which he’s probably going to go pick her up after he’s dropped you off at home.

“You ready?” You ask him, breaking the one-way tension in the room. “Yeah,” He says, standing up and leading you out toward the car.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

On the drive home, it’s dark and rainy. The streetlights emit a dim, dusty champagne colour, yet the awkward tension isn’t anything worth celebrating.

“What’re you doing after this?” He asks, not breaking focus from the road. “Probably just go straight to bed,” you reply, shrugging lightly. “What about you?”

“I’m going to go visit a friend of mine,” He coughs, then purses his lips. “She lives about half an hour thataway.” He motions his pointer finger toward the left.

She.

The anger builds up inside of you. After all this time, you had thought that he wasn’t seeing anybody else, that you had only mindfully agreed that this thing stays between the pair of you, and this included sleeping around. What a fucking tool.

“Listen, it’s nice and all that you’re giving me a lift home, but you’re really taking the cake by pretending like you’re not seeing other people.” You lock eyes with him, and his expression changes.

“What, so you’re jealous now? Is that it?” He scoffs, and you freeze up. “So what if I am? We had an agreement that we weren’t gonna sleep with anyone else! We said that!” You start to raise your voice, frustration running right through your blood as it starts to boil.

“I’ve mentioned it to you multiple times before. I don’t understand why you can’t listen to me! It’s fucking gross, Dean! You need a huge reality check because this isn’t gonna last forever.” You wave your finger between yourself and Dean, indicating that whatever it is that you both have going on is at its final straw. He scoffs again, shaking his head. It’s almost like he wants to say something, but bites his tongue. He presses his foot on the pedal, coming to a stop. It’s that sudden you hit your head on the headrest.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Take me home.”

“Lis-“

“Fucking take me home, Dean. I mean it.”

For the rest of the drive, you’re in silence. Nothing on the radio, no cassette tape playing, not even the windows open to hear the sound of the rain pattering on the windscreen.

♱⁺. ⋆˙✧⋆✧˙⋆⊹.♱

He parks the Impala outside of your house, and since the quietness has given you a second to rethink the whole situation.

“Dean,” you start, and his big, puppy-dog eyes glare at you with regret. “What’s up?” He asks and this time it sounds like it was with genuine concern.

“I have to tell you something before I go.” You state, and he nods, listening.

“The reason why I was jealous is that I’m in love with you, Dean. It’s hard seeing you go away and spend time with all these different people and I just get a fraction of you. It’s unfair that I’ve spent the last year or so falling in love with you and you see me as nothing more than someone to play with.” You pause, then take a deep breath.

“You don’t need to say anything else because I’m done. It’s friends or nothing. If I hear nothing from you within the next 3 days, then I’ll know where your priorities lie.”

You start to collect your bags together and open the passenger door. He’s left stunned, his eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes showing enough sadness to make you want to apologise for going off at him and then travelling back to the motel for round 2.

You can tell that the cogs are turning in his head, thinking of what to say that would completely win you over. But there’s absolutely nothing that he could do or say that could make you turn back around. You shut the door, but the window is still open.

“Y/N, hold up a sec,” He yells through the window while you’re almost halfway up the path. You turn around and lock eyes with him.

“Please come back, let’s talk about this.” He leans over to the passenger seat, his gorgeous forest green eyes staring up at you.

“3 days, Dean. Prove that you’re not an asshole and I’ll think about it.” You say one last time before turning back around to the front of your house. The last thing you want is Dean never wanting to see you again.

You enter the entryway to your home and make your way up the stairs. Opening up your bedroom door, you take a moment to collect yourself, instead of thinking God, what have I done? You sit proud that you have stood up for yourself against someone who has clearly used you for nothing more than his own selfishness. And if that is the case, well... so be it.

[fuckitupfelix]

hi!!✨ i rlly rlly love your fics and idk how to say this but i wanna request u one, if thats alright! its about the reader being a manager at karasuno and openly gay, so one day (night, after practice) kageyama asks reader that how he knew he was gay, because he was doubting, and reader tells kags to practice kiss to really know if he's gay and they kiss kiss 💋💋 add things if you want cuz this may seem kinda short but its yr choice!! thank u

ahh thank you im glad you like my stuff!! this is such a cute idea ahh i hope i wrote what you had in mind well 🫶🫶

trial kiss ♡

kageyama x male reader

word count: 0.8k

how is he supposed to figure out if he likes guys?

FEM ALIGNED DNI

kageyama never really tried to give his sexuality a label, purely because he’d never really thought about it. sure, he thought some girls were pretty, but since most of his time was spent thinking about volleyball, he didn’t attempt to explore relationships any further. maybe he should have?

that didn’t really matter now, because now he’s sprawled out on the floor of the gym, eyes absentmindedly glancing over the ceiling. practice had just ended, and most of the team had gone to the clubroom to change. maybe he should go do that too— later, though. he’s got one main thing on his mind right now; (name). kageyama didn’t have any classes with him, so the only times he’d get to see him would be at lunch or during practice. he was curious about (name). yachi had mentioned him being gay when kageyama had tried to ask her for advice about guys, saying something about how (name) would be the better person to talk to. maybe he would.

(name) was always super attentive in conversations, giving everyone on the team tips on how to improve, and always bringing in extra snacks he’d make. he cared about his teammates.

kageyama finally sits up, his legs still stretched out in front of himself. his gaze falls onto (name), who’s currently tucking his notebooks into his bag.

“(name)-kun.” kageyama calls, and the manager’s head snaps up. “can i talk to you about something?”

(name) nods, shrugging his bag back onto the bench before making his way to where kageyama sat. he plops himself directly next to him, crossing his legs. “what’s up, kageyama?” he asks, leaning over.

kageyama shifts in his position, moving to stretch out his legs. “you’re. . . you’re gay, right?” he asks. he stiffens up when (name) laughs. was it a stupid question? was yachi wrong?

“yeah, i’m gay. any reason you’re asking?”

“how’d you, like. . .” kageyama furrows his eyebrows, his face morphing into a frown. “like. . . figure it out? did you always know?”

“mm, i definitely didn’t know my whole life,” (name) chuckles again, and this time kageyama notices how warm it sounds. “but i really liked one of my friends in middle school. i thought we were just really good friends and i cared about him a lot. but, deep down, i kind of knew that wasn’t true? like, i was lying to myself. one day, we were hanging out, and i kissed him.” he shrugs, leaning his body weight back onto his arms. he looks up at the ceiling, almost like his eyes were searching for something.

“but yeah! that’s how i figured out i was gay,” (name) grins.

kageyama frowns again. “so i need to kiss a guy to see if i’m gay . . ?” he asks. (name) laughs again.

‘warm. . . ‘ kageyama noted.

“i’m not saying you have to kiss a guy, that’s just what helped me figure myself out.” (name) pauses, an imaginary light-bulb glowing above his head. “you wanna try it now?” he grins.

“what, kiss you?” kageyama sputters, sitting up straight. “Seriously?”

“only if you want to!”

. . . kageyama did want to see if something would happen. it’s just a kiss, right? He’s kissed people before—- it was just one or two girls that kissed him on the cheek in elementary school—- but still! nothing bad would happen. It’s just to see if he’d like it.

“. . .okay.” kageyama nods. “sure.”

(name) nods. he scoots closer until their shoulders touch. he plants a firm hand on kageyama’s shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of his shirt subtly. it’s at this moment kageyama notices a few details about (name) he hadn’t noticed before; a lock of hair that looked the slightest shade lighter than the rest of his hair, how pleasant his smile was, and the fact that his hands were slightly colder than kageyama expected them to be, even through his shirt.

(name) leans in, and kageyama mimics, albeit a bit slower, and their lips connect. strange. that's the only word kageyama could think of to describe it. Just like his hands, (name)’s lips were kind of cold. it was almost refreshing. by the time all of these thoughts flit through his mind, (name) has already pulled back.

“So? what’d ya think?” he asks, tilting his head. kageyama was a bit confused— disappointed, almost.

“that’s it?” he voices his thought out loud, and (name) feels his face grow warm with embarrassment. “you didn’t like it, then?”

“no. i mean, i-i did. it was just. . . shorter than i thought.” he manages.

“ahh, getting greedy now, are we, kageyama?” (name) giggles, nudging his shoulder against the setter’s. “at least take me out on a date, first.” he jokes.

“okay.” kageyama says it so fast (name) has to do a double take. “okay?” he repeats.

“Yeah. i’ll take you out on a date. is that, uhh, okay? am i allowed to do that?” he asks, squinting.

“. . . of course you are. and i’d love to.”

i hope you liked it!!! i love kageyama so much aghh

[leviscolwill]

ballroom extravaganza

pairing: jude bellingham x f1 driver!reader

summary: you always hated arguing with jude, but even more so when you're about to race monaco's streets (wc: 1,7k)

req: jude bellingham x f1 related f!reader ! (driver if u can or js a driver’s relative) where they argue before a match/race that doesn’t go really well + she crashes/dnf or he gets rlly hurt in a match

contents: jude is jealous, reader drives for mclaren w lando (sorry oscar my beloved </3), possible racing inconstancies (i can't drive to save my life), reader crashes (nothing too bad happens tho), gasly slander sorryyyy, language ??, quite angsty but happy (&fluffy) ending i swear

note: i didn't want to make either jude or reader 'the bad guy™' so i hope i didn't side with one more than the other writing the argument part :| i had so much fun writing it, so i hope you enjoy reading it (lmk by rb and giving feedback !!). finally, thank you for requesting anon,, i hope you like it 🫶

now playing: ballroom extravaganza by dpr ian (moodswings in to order)

"i'm just saying, i don't like the way he looked at you when he said that"

"you're being ridiculous jude, he's my teammate and i've known him for years."

jude had always been the jealous type, and you never had any problem with this, until now. he tried to tell you how lando was flirting with you when that's really just how he communicated. sure, he was kinda flirty at times, but he knew you were in a relationship and never crossed any lines with you. but jealousy seemed to get the best of your boyfriend in that moment.

"that's not the point y/n, i'm a man and i know what he meant when he said he'll take you to this 'perfect seaside italian restaurant if your boyfriend won't'. and you just stood there laughing." his voice was louder now, and you hated it whenever jude screamed, especially when those screams were directed at you.

"you're delusional... he didn't imply anything with that, he was only joking." you tried to reason your boyfriend.

"i still don't like it, i'm not asking you to never talk to him again, just make it clear you're-"

"but he knows that jude! i talk about you all the time, let's be serious for a second, come on." you laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation you were in, 45 minutes before the monaco grand prix fighting with your boyfriend in your driver room, it was probably the last thing you should be doing on a track where your focus was the most important thing.

you were always grateful whenever jude made time to see you racing because you knew how packed his schedule was. but right now, he was the last person you needed to see given the circumstances.

"jude, please just leave, i'm sick of fighting."

"i'm not leaving, we're having this conversation whether you like it or not." he said in a calmer tone, but it was too late, the damage was done.

"well, you're in my room right now and i want you out. i need to focus and you're not exactly helping right now."

"but we need to talk it out, i don't want you to go while we're fighting." you would have sworn his voice broke a bit when he ended his sentence.

"maybe you shouldn't have picked a fight with me then! maybe you shouldn't be here at all actually..." you practically whisper the last part and you immediately regret the words that came out of your mouth, knowing well you didn't mean them.

"okay then..." jude quickly gets up and you can't help but look at your feet, you can almost feel the sad look on his face.

"i love you."

you wanted to say it back but he closed the door with a loud bang before you could mutter any sound.

the only thing jude left behind was the faint smell of his cologne for you to think about what just happened and not focus on your race at all.

deep breaths. deep breaths were what you needed, you tried to shift your focus on your start, how you needed to get away from sainz, given how close he was to you. whenever your mind drifted off to the argument you had with jude, you found another thing to focus on before the race. the formation lap would start in a couple minutes, your focus needed to be on monaco's streets for at least an hour and a half, then you'll handle the rest later with jude, you always did.

the formation lap started and everything went perfectly well, you just had to wait for the red lights to turn off and you'll be gone, no more thinking, or overthinking.

"it's lights out and away we go in the streets of monaco."

perfect start, now you just had to race like you knew how to for 78 laps. nothing you couldn't do.

the first 46 laps went perfectly, you managed to overtake carlos' ferrari and pierre's alpine. everything went well, then you thought about jude, you knew he was probably still mad at you but you still hoped he was watching the race, waiting for you with papaya-coloured headphones. as your thoughts kept going you were about to get to the trickiest part of the circuit, mirabeau.

as your focus shifted back to your race, you forgot the most important thing, the biggest danger on track is the other drivers.

your brain barely had time to register the bright blue alpine trying to overtake you when there was clearly no space. next thing you knew, your head hit the cockpit. before you hit the wall at god knows what speed, you thought about how you didn't tell jude you loved him back, and how you hoped he was still aware of how much he meant to you in that moment.

pitch black, no sound at all, you couldn't feel anything for about thirty seconds because of the shock.

then everything came back. you felt the urge to move your legs around, they moved. perfect. then you felt like your position was unusual, you came to a conclusion on your own, your car was on its side. you didn't even get to think about getting out because you felt a horrible pain in your head, where it was hit you assumed.

and lastly, you saw the medics making sure you were okay, you moved your hand for them to understand the message. you were okay, they helped you out of the car, saying you would be taken to the infirmary.

you couldn't stop smiling, you felt terrible about the race and it was probably the biggest crash you ever experienced but everything was well, your family and friends saw you get out of the car safely, and you'd be able to tell jude you loved him. everything was well.

you had to answer the medics questions that made you feel like a 4-year-old: "what's your name ? do you know which day of the week it is ?" you knew it was for safety reasons but you absolutely hated it.

jude opened the door in pure jude fashion, loudly. you almost stopped waiting for him at that point but he was here finally.

he didn't even talk to you, words weren't needed. he just held you really tight even though you were still on the, very uncomfortable, infirmary bed. you felt his arms that were holding onto you shake as he kissed your hair.

"you have no idea how fucking terrified i was y/n." while jude had been to a fair few races with you, he'd never seen any big crashes, let alone involving you. yes, you could only imagine how scary that must have been for him, feeling powerless over the situation, you knew it all too well. you felt that way when jude was injured and you were absolutely helpless, of course you never wished for your boyfriend to ever feel that way, but here you were.

"i love you." you felt like it was the first thing you should say right now. "so so so much. i'm sorry for not saying it earlier." jude looked at you as tears started to form in your eyes, he quickly wiped them away and kissed away the sudden wave of sadness surging through you.

"and i'm sorry for getting mad at you, i shouldn't even have told you about it before the race, it was-"

jude was cut short when someone knocked and opened the door quickly after. pierre came in with a sorry look on his face, you heard he dnf after he damaged his car. poor thing.

"y/n, are you okay? i'm sorry about-" he started rambling with a french accent.

"i'm fine don't worry, just... can we talk about it later? you can come to our motorhome, they make great coffee there i swear." you tried to joke to lighten up the atmosphere, but it was still as tense as before.

if looks could kill, gasly would have died right here the way your boyfriend eyed him in silence, his gaze following the driver on his way out.

"what a fucking dickhead. how is he driving a whole f1 car? even i would do a better job than him i swear..." your boyfriend's pettiness amused you, even more so knowing that boy couldn't ride a bike without scaring the life out of you.

his features visibly changed and you knew he wanted to talk your argument out, as you were both calmer about the situation. but he didn't get the chance to speak a word before lando opened the door.

"what did that french hooligan do to my favourite teammate? that was a barbarian try at overtaking really." you laughed at your teammate being dramatic, as always.

"i'm fine, i think gasly needs prescription glasses though, i don't know where he saw the space there but i'm okay."

once again, you felt jude's eyes burning holes in lando's skull as he went silent, he quickly took the hint and left.

you couldn't help but burst out laughing at jude when it was just you two in the room.

"you need to stop glaring at people like that."

"i just don't like him." you took his hand as he looked at you, his look much softer than the one he gave pierre and lando.

"i only want you. alright? it doesn't matter how lando views me, whether what you think is true. he will never be you." you told him stroking your thumb on the back of his hand.

"i know that, i was just mad at how he acted with you. i'm sorry about that. i trust you, 100%. i just don't like how comfortable he was making these comments y'know."

"i get that, i'll make my boundaries clear with him, okay? let's not fight over silly things like that anymore."

jude softly grabbed your jaw and kissed you, you could tell you both needed this talk, and this kiss, to clear the air.

you pull out of the kiss first, suddenly feeling the urge to annoy him.

"you know... you look good when you're jealous, i might try that more often..." jude faked a serious face.

"if attention was what you wanted, you just had to ask love." he joked as you playfully hit his arm.

"just no more leaving without saying 'i love you' alright?" he asks before quickly kissing your forehead.

"never again."

[jujumin-translates]

[A3!] Tsuzuru Minagi | [R] Casually Showing Skin Mode | L3tt3r Fr0m A Gy4ru

Tsuzuru: (And I’m finally done with classes for the day. Okay, guess I’ll head home—.)

Tsuzuru: (Hm? That’s quite the crowd. Wonder what’s going on…)

Taichi: Ah, Tsuzuru-kuuun!

Juza: Good work.

Tsuzuru: Oh, so you guys are here too. Is there some kinda event going on or something?

Taichi: I dunno, we just got here. It sure is busy. Wonder what’s up.

Juza: Huh, there’s a whole lotta stuff here. They’ve got random things, books, ‘n even household appliances lined up.

Tsuzuru: Ahh, I get it… It’s probably a reuse market.

Taichi: Reuse market?

Tsuzuru: It’s a kinda on-campus event where students who are about to graduate give away things they don’t need anymore to younger students.

Juza: Now that ya mention it, you got a book of short stories at the last one, didn’t ya, Tsuzuru-san?

Tsuzuru: Yeah, I was curious about this one that one of the upperclassmen told me about, but it happened to be out of print.

Taichi: Damn, lucky! Where’s that book now?

Tsuzuru: After I finished reading it, I started passing it around the company to anyone who wanted to read it.

Tsuzuru: That reminds me, I wonder who’s got it now…

Taichi: Who are the ones who wanted to read it?

Tsuzuru: Umm, Miyoshi-san, and Takato-san have already read it… And I think Furuichi-san and Tsukioka-san said they were interested too.

Juza: I’m interested in readin’ it too.

Tsuzuru: Gotcha. I’ll bring it over to you whenever I get it back then, Juza.

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Tsuzuru: I’m back.

Tsuzuru: (...Huh, did I leave a book out on my desk…?)

Tsuzuru: (Ah, that was the book we were just talking about. What perfect timing to get it back. I’ll go and bring it over to Juza right aw—.)

*Paper falls out of the book*

Tsuzuru: …Hm? Did something just fall out of it?

Tsuzuru: A note?

Thx 4 l3nding m3 thiz, Tzr-kun. I w4z rlly impr3zz3d w h0w clvr th3 f0r3shad0wing w4z. Th3 nam3z of th3 flwrz n th3 flwr l4ngu4g3 m3nti0n3d n th3 prlg s3nt such 4 shvr d0wn my spin3 tht I rlzd tht th3 clprt mightv3 4ctlly b33n TwT nstd 0f xD. If I w3r3 t0 pl4y tht r0l3, M sur3 thtz wht I wld d0…

Tsuzuru: The hell…? Is this a cipher or a prank or something?

Tsuzuru: —Ah.

Tsuzuru: Is this… that gyaru-speak thing?

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Tsuzuru: Jeez, he better still be here…

Omi: Welcome back.

Izumi: Hey, Tsuzuru-kun, would you rather have curry udon or soy milk curry hotpot for dinner tonight?

Tsuzuru: Aren’t both of them still curry? Well, it was pretty cold today,  so hotpot would be…

Tsuzuru: Wait, that’s not what I’m here for! Is Miyoshi-san here?

Omi: Kazunari’s in the kitchen.

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Kazunari: Lookin’ for me~?

Tsuzuru: The hell is this? I literally can’t read any of it…

Kazunari: Oh, gyaru-speak! What’s this about?

Tsuzuru: What do you mean ‘what’s this about’...? You didn’t write this?

Tsuzuru: It was stuck in the book I just got back, and you’re the only one who would write something like this, Miyoshi-san…

Kazunari: Ermm~, well, it wasn’t me.

Tsuzuru: What? But if it’s not you, then the people who I lent the book to after you were Takato-san, Furuichi-san, Tsukioka-san—.

Tsuzuru: No, it had to have been you, Miyoshi-san.

Izumi: Maybe if you read the note you’ll be able to figure out who wrote it?

Tsuzuru: Right. Umm—.

Tsuzuru: …

Tsuzuru: Yeah, not happening. I’ve got no clue what it says no matter how hard I try to read it…

Izumi: Let me see. …Umm, I can’t read it either.

Omi: Those don’t even look like sentences to me.

Tsuzuru: Damnit. What are we gonna do…?

Kazunari: I’ve gotcha, fam. I’ve got this gyaru-speak translator website.

Kazunari: Just gotta take a pic, scan the text, and… copy-paste and translate ♪

Tsuzuru: That’s incredible… So, what does it say?

Kazunari: “Thank you for lending me this, Tsuzuru-kun. I was really impressed with how clever the foreshadowing was. The names of the flowers and the flower language mentioned in the prologue—.”

Kazunari: “Sent such a shiver down my spine that I realized that the culprit might’ve actually been crying instead of laughing.”

Kazunari: “If I were to play that role, I’m sure that’s probably what I would do…”

Kazunari: Wait, could this be…

Tsumugi: I’m back~.

Tsuzuru: Perfect timing. Um, Tsukioka-san. About this note…

Tsumugi: Ah! Thank you for the book, it was really interesting.

Tsuzuru: No, not that…! Did you write this, Tsukioka-san?

Tsumugi: Yeah. Ah, did I forget to write my name on it?

Tsuzuru: Forget about that! Why is it in gyaru-speak!?

Tsumugi: Kazu-kun told me that gyaru stuff and gyaru-speak are really popular nowadays, so I tried using it.

Kazunari: Ohh~, yeah, so, I might’ve told TsumuTsumu about that translation website the other day…

Tsuzuru: So it WAS because of you!

Tsumugi: Ahaha, maybe I should’ve written it normally. Sorry, my bad.

Izumi: I never would’ve thought it was you, Tsumugi. That was quite a surprise.

Omi: Yeah. Good thing we figured it all out.

Kazunari: But like, wasn’t it kinda fun? It was like a little cipher game.

Tsumugi: Yeah, and it was really easy to do. Why don’t we recommend it to the others?

Kazunari: Banger idea, bestie! I bet RonRon and Taicchan would eat this up, don’tcha think?

Tsumugi: I bet Azuma-san and Homare-san would enjoy it too.

Tsuzuru: Wait! Quit trying to come up with weird trends!

[fourthavecafe]

Love your fics soooo much!! One of my favourite nsfw tickle writers! Would you do a fic where there reader is taking to a guy (maybe unintentionally flirting even) and she gets punished for it by Sakuna or any of them rlly?)

when talking to a neighbor takes an unexpected turn

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It had been a perfectly normal day. The air was crisp, the sky cloudless and I was just about to make a cup of tea when a knock at the door interrupted my quiet moment. I opened it to find my neighbor standing there, holding an empty measuring cup.

“Hey” he said with an easy smile. “Sorry to bother you, but do you have some sugar I can borrow? I just realized I ran out.”

I smiled back, naturally polite. “Of course, give me a second.” I disappeared into the kitchen, grabbing a small jar of sugar and handing it to him. “Here you go. Make sure to return the jar, okay?” I added with a playful chuckle.

“Absolutely. Thanks so much” he said, lingering for a moment. He made some small talk nothing out of the ordinary asking about the weather, if I’d heard about the neighborhood barbecue coming up. I responded cheerfully, happy to engage in a bit of harmless conversation. It wasn’t like I had much else going on.

The moment seemed unremarkable, but that all changed in the blink of an eye.

Literally.

I hadn’t even turned back toward my living room before I felt the world shift. One second I was standing at my front door and the next, I was lying flat on my back in my bedroom, limbs spread out and tied to the corners of my bed. The jarring transition sent my heart racing as my eyes darted around the room.

What the hell just happened?

“S-Sukuna?!” I stammered as my gaze finally settled on the figure looming over me. His crimson eyes glinted dangerously, his expression eerily calm—too calm.

“You’re quick to call my name now” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Where was that loyalty when you were standing there flirting with the neighbor like a common street whore?”

“What are you talking about?!” I snapped, trying to tug at the bindings on my wrists and ankles. “I wasn’t flirting! I was just being nice h-he needed sugar!”

Sukuna tilted his head, his gaze cold and calculating. “Oh, you’re just nice now? Smiling at other men, laughing at their stupid jokes. Do you think I didn’t hear you?” He leaned closer, his tone dipping into something more dangerous. “Let me make something very clear to you. You are mine. My property doesn’t talk to other men, let alone flirt with them.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” I protested, my voice cracking slightly under the weight of his intense stare. “You’re overreacting!”

A slow, sinister smile spread across his face. “Overreacting? No, I don’t think so. In fact…” His claws extended, sharp and deadly, glinting in the dim light of the room. “I think you need a reminder of who you belong to.”

Before I could respond, his claws descended, not with the violence I expected but with terrifying precision. One pair of hands latched onto my sides, his claws tracing slow, deliberate circles over my ribs. Another pair ghosted over my armpits, while the last pair moved down to my hips and inner thighs.

“What are you doing?!” I yelled, jerking against the bindings.

Sukuna’s grin widened. “Teaching you a lesson. Let’s see how much defiance you have left after this.”

The sensation hit me like a lightning bolt. His claws dragged against my skin in a way that was maddeningly light but unbearably effective, sending jolts of unbearable ticklishness radiating through my body.

“N-no!” I gasped, biting back a laugh. “Stop it, Sukuna! This isn’t—ha—funny!”

“Funny?” he repeated, his tone mockingly curious. “I’m not trying to be funny. I’m trying to remind you that you’re mine.” His claws worked with terrifying precision, alternating between slow, teasing scratches and sudden, unpredictable jabs that left me gasping for breath.

I writhed against the bonds but there was no escape. The sensation at my ribs and armpits was relentless, but the claws at my hips and inner thighs were a new level of torture. Every time I tried to twist away, his claws found a new spot to attack, as if he had mapped out every single ticklish nerve ending in my body.

“Okay! Okay!” I managed to choke out between helpless bursts of laughter. “I get it! I get it—ha—please stop!”

But Sukuna didn’t stop. If anything, my pleas seemed to amuse him. “Oh no, we’re just getting started” he said, his voice calm and unyielding. “If you had time to flirt with your neighbor, then you certainly have time for me.”

“I wasn’t flirting!” I shouted, though my words were barely coherent through the laughter spilling uncontrollably from my lips. My stomach ached from the strain of it, tears streaming down my face as Sukuna’s claws continued their merciless assault.

His hands at my sides moved to my belly, where he began tracing maddening circles around my navel. “Such a sensitive spot” he mused, his tone almost clinical. “It’s fascinating how easily your body betrays you. Perhaps if you spent more time obeying me and less time entertaining others, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“You’re insane!” I managed to yell, my voice high-pitched and breathless.

Sukuna chuckled darkly. “Perhaps. But you should’ve considered that before disrespecting me.” His claws at my hips pressed just slightly harder, sending fresh waves of ticklish agony through my body.

I thrashed against the restraints, my resolve crumbling with every passing second. My laughter turned into breathless gasps, my protests dissolving into incoherent babbling as Sukuna’s claws explored every ticklish inch of my body with terrifying efficiency.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he paused. His claws hovered just above my skin, and I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest heaving.

“Do you understand now?” he asked, his tone calm and measured, as if he hadn’t just spent the last several minutes reducing me to a helpless, giggling mess.

“Yes” I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, what?” he prompted, his claws twitching ever so slightly, a silent threat.

“Yes, I understand” I said quickly, desperate to avoid another round of his merciless tickling. “I’m yours, okay? I get it.”

Sukuna’s smile returned, satisfied and predatory. “Good” he said simply, his claws retracting as he leaned down, his face inches from mine. “Let this be the last time I have to remind you. Do you understand?”

I nodded frantically, my body still trembling from the ordeal.

“Good” he repeated, his voice a low growl. He pressed a fleeting kiss to my forehead before rising to his full height. “Now, clean yourself up and stay away from that neighbor. You won’t like what happens if I see you talking to him again.”

With that, he disappeared as suddenly as he’d appeared, leaving me tied to the bed, breathless and utterly defeated.

As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, one thought echoed in my mind: I really needed to stop answering the door.