#04. DRABBLE

[ghast1yghosts]

nsfw ish

steddie fuckin on a canvas using body safe paints.

it hangs in the living room above the couch. & as much as it makes them giggle and give each other a /look/ when someone compliments it—it’s also really special bc it’s literally representing their love & devotion

imagine the first time they pick like purple and yellow to use and it just turns fucking brown. they’re more strategic in their choices next time.

(maybe like blue and pink—maybe some black. no red for obvious reasons)

i feel like they do it all the time after they figure out how fun it is. most of their wall art becomes handmade /abstract/.

them trying to gift Robin one as a house warming gift and she outright REFUSES (bc she knows) and everyone is like “thats so mean wth 🤨”

THE PARTY BEING CONFUSED WHEN LUCAS AND MAX MOVE AND THEY DON’T GET A “STEVE AND EDDIE ORIGINAL”

they hold an intervention and all leave staring at the floor, tempted to never talk to either of them again.

eventually they get over it and actually think it’s kinda cute (if they don’t think about it for long).

wait- the party then asking them to make one for Hopper as a gag- (the byers/hop clan are out numbered). Hopper not caring much about it and Joyce /knowingly/ winking and hanging it up for a few weeks—she then returns it to them (maybe she even asks where they got the paint).

anyways—the showers that happen after. gently washing the other with the utmost care and attentiveness. little chaste kisses as the water turns cool. soft touches as they dry off together too.

maybe they do try red paint one time. its fine but then it’s suddenly not. the paint all the sudden too dark, too tacky. seemingly more and more spreads onto their hands & the canvas. Steve notices Eddie tense before he takes in the color too.

them immediately pressing their foreheads together—whispering quiet “it’s ok—you’re ok—i’m ok.” shakily walking to the bathroom—clinging to each other—having to close their eyes or stare deeply at the other to ignore the way the red paint swirls down the drain all too familiar.

i made it sad. why did i make it sad

nsfw ish again

ok consider—them dressing up all nice too in lingerie and stuff. having to throw them out afterwards bc they’re now drenched in dried paint.

if some of the colored spots are mascara, eyeliner or lipstick—no one’s the wiser.

[arafilez]

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It’s not like you are naïve or stupid but when your boyfriend comes over with that stupid, adorable smile on his face and sparkly eyes every bit of sense drops out of you. If you were the leads of a movie it would disgust you about how much in love the leads were.

So when Hyunjin walks in with a little frown on his face, your concern is immediately heightened to figure out what upset him this early in the morning. He looks up, smiling with his crescent moon eyes before eyeing his shirt and sighing. Again.

“What’s up, baby?” you ask, craning your neck towards him from the kitchen counter and glancing at the shirt. “It smells,” he whines lightly, a small pout etching his lips before it quickly dissolves and he says, “It is fine.”

“No, it is not,” you eye him in confusion and walk towards him to check. The shirt is absolutely new, only bought yesterday, so if it smells you are going to make sure to return it to the store with a complaint. You look down at the box and pick it up to your nose but nothing smells and you keep it down.

“Are you sure it smells?” you look over to Hyunjin who nods vigorously before stretching the shirt as an invite for you to smell it. He makes the usual disgusting face and even goes as far as side-eyeing the shirt and you know it.

It really does smell or else your boyfriend won’t be doing that. Maybe he is exaggerating a bit, but it still smells. “Wait, let me just,” your voice trails off as you bend down towards him and before you can take a whiff you feel his lips touch your head.

You jerk back abruptly staring at him in confusion as he giggles singing, “You fell for it.”

“What?” you stare at him in disbelief, not being able to process the fact that he just did all that to kiss your head.

“All that for a kiss,” your voice dies down when he cups your face and pecks all over it making you yelp and squirm at the same time. “Hyun no, it tickles,” his giggles cut off your voice as he presses a kiss over your lips and multiple pecks on them.

“What can I say? I just love kissing you,” Hyunjin says hugging you tightly and pressing another kiss on your head. You roll your eyes affectionately before hugging back this idiot. Your idiot.

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[pellucid-constellations]

angstober (2)

Prompt: "I want to believe you"

Pairing: college!athlete bucky x reader

A/n: This is the day four prompt so that I'm sorta following the timeline 😅 Enjoy more angst ♡

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He was staring at you, eyes beseeching you for an ending you had no ability to provide. The phone—the awful, wretched thing—was still pressed to the skin of your hand, burning your fingers as the screen dimmed. You shouldn’t have looked. She had just gotten to you, riled you up enough yesterday to make you concerned. 

“That’s not… it’s not—baby,” Bucky stressed. He had just woken up. His hair was endearingly messy, a big sweater shifting along his shoulders. If you weren’t so upset it would have had your heart melting. 

“You told me it was nothing. That she was nothing,” you breathed out, pain lacing your throat as you spoke. 

“It—she is! I don’t know what you’re seeing on there, but it’s not true.” 

You bit into your bottom lip in an attempt to quell the onslaught of tears prying at your eyes. Bucky took a step towards you, cautious. You were in the doorway, he was in the bedroom. If you wanted to leave there was nothing stopping you. 

“I want to believe you,” you choked out. “But I can’t. There is no other explanation for this, Bucky.” 

Why you were being kind, you had no idea. You should be angry, enraged. Furious. But more than any of that, you were miserable. This man you were besotted by, his brow twisted into an uncomfortable shape, his eyes flickering with panic, he was all you had considered. It was a lot to put that on a college relationship, but there was no one else. 

Bucky was so gentle with you. There was no one else in the world that knew how to kiss you right. No one that held you under the harsh lights of football stadiums and let you press your nose to their neck to warm it on those fall nights. There was no one able to distract you the way he did in the library, eyes boring into the side of your face without fail, smile small and private and years in the making. 

There was no one that could have hurt you this much. 

“What’re you seeing?” he asked, a rasp to his voice. The words were so small. 

It was cruel to make you read it aloud, to make you look at the pictures again, but you did anyway. “I’m seeing your ex-girlfriend's nudes plastered all over your phone. I’m seeing her text from last night—‘can’t wait to do that again,’” your voice broke, tears stinging your eyes. “I can’t believe you. You said… you said—” 

You couldn’t finish. It didn’t matter what Bucky had said—that he’d spun pretty words and promised you things that were impossible now. Your breathing was shallow as you flung his phone at the bed. 

He was quick to grab it, head shaking as he scrolled through everything you’d already seen. “No,” he whispered. “No, this isn’t—sweetheart, I would never do anything like this. Not to you.” 

You laughed, the sound wet and sardonic. “Well, you did. There’s no use acting like this, Bucky.” 

It had been risky with Bucky, at the beginning. College athletes were always risky. You had pulled away after the first date, assuming that was it; it had been fun, but there was nothing else he could have possibly wanted. But then he'd asked you on another. And another. The relationship has snowballed into something unexpected. You went somewhere and he followed. He called you every night and you brought him dinner after every game. 

This wasn’t something you had expected. Maybe a few years ago, but not now. This was unfair. It was agonizing. 

Bucky threw the phone back down without a second glance at where it landed. He took long steps to meet you in the doorway, and even though you knew it wasn’t smart, you let him hold you. He pressed his forehead to yours, your wet cheeks brushing his, his eyes boring into yours. 

This would be the last time. 

“Listen to me,” he spoke, more determined than you had ever heard him. “I don’t have an explanation, I only have the truth I got, baby. I don’t know how any of that shit got on my phone or whatever she’s talking about. You know she’s been on one lately. You gotta believe me.” 

A forlorn cry left your lips. Bucky was talking to you, but you were more concerned with the way he felt as he held you. 

This would be the last time. 

“You hearing me?” he asked, shifting to meet your gaze as it flew down to the floor. “Please, you gotta believe me. I love you so much, baby. Only you. There’s no one else in this goddamn world I would give that up for. After college, we're gonna go away, okay? Wherever I get drafted I’m taking you with me.” 

Everyone had told you you were being dumb. That athletes wander. That they have millions of options and you were just the pick of the moment. You had defended Bucky to no end. How idiotic. How unfair. 

A kiss pressed to your forehead, firm and steady from the way he held the sides of your head. Desperate. 

This would be the last time. 

“Say something. Anything. Please.”

“Goodbye, Bucky,” you whispered.

Later, much later, you’d learn that there were never any lies between the two of you. You’d learn that Bucky couldn’t explain because there was nothing he’d done. Getting someone’s phone was easy when they left it in a locker room all night. When they raced home to their girl after practice without a second glance at the thing. 

But later wasn’t now. And now, you were gone. 

[tobiotaesan]

teal jersey #04 m.j.h — part two

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synopsis: with the hopes of gaining new experiences when you enter high school, you didn't expect that you would end up as a new manager in-training for karasuno's volleyball club. and you most certainly also were not expecting you would be wearing aoba johsai's jersey on your first day in training with the first years first practice match with the team whose jersey you were wearing.

genre: fluff, haikyuu au! high school au!

pairing: aoba johsai player! myung jaehyun x karasuno manager (in-training)! fem! reader

word count: 4.3k

warning: none afaik

notes: mj is portrayed younger than fellow 03z line, sungho is a 3rd year and riwoo is a 2nd year.

taglist: @saritahwang

you sigh as you stare at yourself in the mirror. that was the most eventful five minutes of your life. maybe its a sign from the gods above that you shouldnt have accepted this offer and leave as soon as possible. another sigh leaves your lips but this time, sounding even more frustrated. your eyes peer down to the shirt you were wearing.

should you even be wearing this shirt when you are literally in training to becoming the manager of karasuno volleyball club? why didnt the karasuno members have no extra shirt to lend you? but then again, it wasnt their fault but that damn klutz from aoba johsai. you wouldnt have minded if he simply collided with you, you couldve just moved on and changed into yachis shirt but no! he just had to have a cup of iced americano on his hand when he did! and to make matters worse, you hated iced americano! you have always wondered why people enjoyed such poisonous looking beverage that tasted like all the problems life has to offer. and now, you smelled like one?

dont even start with the shirt the boy offered. what kind of athlete doesnt pack an extra shirt in their bags especially when they have a practice match but instead packs another jersey? you knew you were going to get looks from other people once you walk out of this comfort room. you looked like a walking peppermint for gods sake! aoba johsai high really had to choose a bright teal color for their jersey, huh? you opted to close your eyes and ignore the printed design on it as it was just a number anyway. oh you poor thing, if only it really was just a number. and if only you knew the surname that took over almost half of the design printed at the back of the jersey. you poor, poor, coffee scented thing.

after minutes of stressing over everything that just happened to you and the color of the jersey shirt you were lent by, you finally got out. as expected there were eyes on you, not many fortunately. but still, all the attention you were getting were unwanted by you.

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as you get near the gymnasium, you hear the sounds of sneakers screeching as it rubs against the tiles and grunting, out-of-breath gasping. you realized the practice match had already started. upon entering the gymnasium, the audience from the opponents school release a very audible gasp once they saw you. almost immediately, they each turn to the person beside them and began whispering. you could already see them going after you for wearing the jersey when you were sat at their opponents side of the court.

well, hadnt one of your players spilled coffee on my already stained blouse and the shirt i was supposed to change into, i wouldnt be wearing your schools eye straining colored volleyball jersey!

you sighed internally although your face was unable to refrain itself from frowning at your thoughts. you shake your head as if your are metaphorically shaking off any more possible thoughts about the unwanted attention you were getting from other people; not wanting to keep on stressing over the events of your first day training to becoming the clubs new manager.

instead, you put your focus on the game happening before you. gazing at every player on the court, observing the way they move as they all try their best to keep the ball in the air. the first years of karasuno were not bad at all. considering it is only their first game as high schoolers and playing altogether against another school, you could say they were quite harmonious. what was noticeable about them was that they clearly religiously watched all available footage of karasunos esteemed first year duo with the way they pass the ball to their spikers. still a little sloppy with managing their tempo however, the accuracy of landing it directly to the spikers hand is improving at an impressively rapid time. at a glance, anyone can tell the massive potential of these newbies. though looking at the current state of scores between the two teams, you cant deny that regardless of how much potential they own, it was incomparable to the unleashed talent and nearly polished skills of the opposing team.

it seems as though everything that your school team lacked, the opposition excelled in. such as how your first years are still a little rusty with their serves compared to aoba johsais eye catching server; clad in a teal jersey with the number four printed in front.

coffee spiller.

so he was the coaches aforementioned successor of the now argentinian player. he is, beyond a shadow of doubt, an astounding player of his team. you almost forgot of his earlier faux pas with how mesmerised you were with his skills. a first year possessing this much aura and charisma whilst playing on court, a pro in the making. it sends you goosebumps, the thought of how much stronger their team could be if this was a real match; althought their current gameplay screams as if they are already treating this like a real one. players like them are terrifying, natural talents from birth probably.

the sound of the referees whistle breaks through your thoughts, you see the line judge cross their arms over their chest signalling the end of the first set. your line of sight then moves to the scores showing on the scoreboard beside the line judge, 25-23. karasuno is definitely not letting their guards down, slowly showing their capabilities and not allowing themselves to be overshadowed by a big name private school (oh just how pissed your younger self would be at you with the way you speak of your former dream school).

you feel yachi hand you some towels to distribute to the players for their short break in between sets. its only the first set and yet they already look exhausted.

"damn it! Its only the first set and I'm already exhausted! Meanwhile, look at those...walking highlighters! They look like they just went on a stroll!" a first year from your team yelps. you nod on the walking highlighters part, you thought of similarly to yourself when you saw your reflection in the mirror when you changed.

you cant help but give a glance to the other side of the court; the first year player was right. the players from aoba johsai didnt show an ounce of tiredness at all! sure theres a little shine of sweat on their forehead but that was it. this game seems to be nothing but a piece of cake to them. and before you knew it, you were staring at them long enough for number four to catch you. he gave you a small smirk before gulping down on his water bottle.

immediately, you put your attention back to your team, taking hold of their empty bottles and walking out to refill them.

"hey, i can go fill these bottles by myself you dont have to come along," yachi nudges your side.

"what? no! its fine, im in training i should be doing these errands with you."

"seriously, i can do it myself. id rather have you stay here and watch the first years play, its also kind of part of the job to help them out by giving feedback on they played during the game. so stay, i insist," she pats you on your shoulders before walking out to fill up the bottles she was holding. the sound of the whistle blowing loudly puts your attention back on the court, its the start of the second set. karasunos first years seems even more pumped and energized compared to earlier when they all looked like they were about to lose their minds out of nervousness. you chuckle subtly at their change in demeanor clueless to the pair of eyes boring at the side of your face from the other side of the net.

furrowed eyebrows, a small pout and curious eyes. his wandering mind caught by the hand of his captain "tapping" the back of his head. he whipped back his head so fast he almost broke it, all that just to glare towards the culprit. and almost immediately, his gaze softens and lips protrudes more.

"stop looking at the other teams manager and focus on the next set."

"i wasnt looking at the manager-"

"yeah, you werent because you were staring, why? im pretty sure shes the aoba johsai girl."

"w-what? no! thats- i dont know what youre talking abo- how do you even know that?"

"focus. the next set is about to start."

jaehyun sighs deeply. his mind kept wandering to the thought of how come you didnt say or react at all to seeing him. was it because your first encounter was him spilling his drink all over you? and he hadnt even had the chance to apologize about it yet causing him to beat himself up on the inside. before delving deeper into his thoughts, jaehyun forces himself to focus on the game. as much as hed like to keep looking your way he had a game to play.

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the whistle roars throughout the entire court, signalling the end of the game. the visitors side of the court explodes in cheers and applause. the opposing team has won the practice match. one by one, the players lined-up at the center of the court for their final greeting.

"good work today everyone! you did really well on your first practice match despite you all being a bunch of nervous wrecks earlier," yachi greets the players as they walked towards the side of the court to sit on the bench. you immediately stood up to grab and distribute them towels and ice packs.

"have 20 to rest, 15 to clean up the court and then head to the locker room for a meeting," yamaguchi announces before heading outside with the coach. probably to discuss about strategies and the performance of the team today.

its your first time staying late within school grounds for a reason other than studying. the experience is rather interesting for you. well, the entire day has been an interesting experience. at least now, its over. you got to have a little chit-chat with some of the first years and were able to learn a little bit more about the team. you figured you needed to start learning about them as early as now so, you can help out yachi a lot more in the future.

you got to learn that the team originally had a libero. and that you shouldnt worry too much about learning the duties of a manager when yachi is no longer around, as the said libero had helped yachi with her tasks so much, that he sometimes acts as the substitute manager when yachi is feeling under the weather. however, due to an injury he got from last years tournament, he is still undergoing his rehabilitation process. but according to their coach and captain, he might be returning sooner than expected, as his doctors says he is healing very quickly. you felt slightly more relieved at the thought of someone still being able to help you once yachi graduates. you heard from your teacher about just how picky she was with whom would be replacing her. so, you really did not want to disappoint her if she ever checks up on the team and finds out you messed up something when she left.

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"thank you so much for today, yn! you were such a huge help to me," yachi hands you a packet of jelly with the biggest smile on her face, her cheeks were tinted with hints of red, the dim streetlights couldnt even hide them.

"i didnt really do much but thank you." you smiled back to her while grabbing the jelly from her hands.

"so, how was your first day?" she asks with a small skip in her steps as you two walk home together. you couldnt help but chuckle a little at her actions, simply finding her way too adorable to be your senior.

"hmm...it was very eventful...? i just didnt expect things to unfold the way it did today. im really glad i was at least able to get to know the first years a little bit after the match. but today was really fun, it was my first time watching a volleyball match up close," you replied with your hands gripping the straps of your bags a little tighter as you recall the events of today.

"im glad you had fun today! i know its only your first day in training and of course, you can still totally quit after the training if you really think it doesnt suit you, but im impressed by how quickly you were able to adapt easily with the surprise tasks earlier," yachi beams at you.

"speaking of— i totally forgot about todays practice match, i was planning on showing you around first and introducing you to the members," she continues, a pout slowly appearing on her face.

as you were about to respond somebody cuts you off. well, it was unintentional, they didnt cut you off on purpose. while you and yachi were walking past coach ukai's store, your attention was immediately taken by the bickering of two people walking out of it. almost instantly, you both recognize them easily, donning the white and teal jersey, they were players at today's game; specifically, coffee spiller and the captain. your steps slowed down before fully coming to a halt. meanwhile, the two kept bickering about something but they were overlapping with each other you weren't able to make out any of the words they were saying. it really wasn't your intention to overhear and stare at the two of them however, they were blocking the entrance to the store. and they were too engrosed in their bickering for you and yachi to be able to butt in and ask them to move aside. luckily, the captain averted his gaze (looking away from jaehyun in frustration) and met yours, he immediately smacks his friend in the chest to stop him from talking (poor jaehyun got air knocked out of him). he stops talking and follows his captains gaze, his eyes widen and jaw drops, looking like he just saw dinosaurs resurrect right in front of him.

"hey, so you were still at school? thank goodness we were still able to catch you before you went home," the captain grins and points at you. to which you respond with your head tilting slightly to the side and one of your brows rising. yachi turns to you mirroring the same facial expression you had while looking at the people in front of you. you exchange glances with yachi and shrug your shoulders when you realize she was looking at you questioningly.

"this guy right here, hes the one who spilled coffee on you earlier by the way, was rushing me when we got back in our school so we can go back here so he could see yo-" he points to jaehyun (coffee spiller) who looked at him wide eyed hearing the words spilling from his captains mouth. his hands fly towards the captains mouth in attempt to stop him from exposing his reason for being there, although it was too late for that.

"...see me? what fo- oh! your jersey, right?" you point to the shirt you were wearing.

"yes! thats exactly why im here!" jaehyun responds a little too frantically.

"no, he just really wanted to see y- hrmhrmm.." once again, jaehyun covers his captains mouth.

"right...well, i cant really give it back to you right now..."

"oh dont worry about it! jaehyun will gladly give you his jers-"

"ah! captain!" jaehyun whines at his captain after he successfully escaped from his hands. jaehyun turns his  gaze back at you worriedly. it was true, his captains words, but considering how many times you two have locked eyes today and you having no reaction at all when doing so, he had concluded that he was nothing but a 'stranger' to you. it seems that you have completely forgotten of who he was.

"give me your number." you hand your phone to jaehyun.

"what?" he looks at you, surprised. his heart skipping a beat at the small interaction.

"your phone number. ill text you when i can give your jersey back to you."

"right." his hands were trembling as it reached out to grab your phone from your hands. fingertips grazing each other as he does so, his palms were sweating and heartbeat echoing in his ears as he typed on your phone. you couldnt control the subtle chuckle when you saw his hands still slightly shaking as he hands your phone back to you. he flinches when he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. but before he could check the caller id, it stops ringing.

"thats my number. so you wont get surprised when an unknown number contacts you. thats all you need right? now, if youll excuse us, we actually need to buy something from the store." you waved your phone in your hand before slipping it in your pocket and gesturing towards the door they were standing in front of.

they immediately step aside to let you and yachi walk through. and right before you got inside, you feel a hand tapping your shoulder.

"if you dont mind me asking, may i know your name? i dont think jaehyun will tell me. im sungho by the way, im our teams captain." and before you could respond, jaehyun grabs the collar of his jacket from the back and drags him away from you causing sungho to fumble back. he tries to reach his hands out for you, his mouth opening to probably repeat his question but jaehyun beats him to it and wraps his forearm on sunghos neck. meanwhile, you and yachi stare at their disappearing figures dumbfoundedly. feeling like the whole thing that just happened was some kind of fever dream. both of you finding the entire thing weird. with a shrug of your shoulders, yachi pulls you inside the store finally being able to pursue your purpose of going there.

sungho urgently taps on jaehyuns arm, immediately bursting into a coughing fit as soon as hes free. turning to his junior with a sharp gaze but immediately switching to a concerned one. jaehyun looked like as if he was in a daze. his eyes were blank and was staring into the void (the empty street to the bus stop) and jaw hanging open a fly might come live inside of it. sungho couldnt help but laugh at the way he looked.

"hey, snap out of it and close your mouth." he playfully scolds jaehyun.

jaehyun slowly turns to look at him and slowly breaks into a grin, almost scaring the living daylights out of sungho.

"wah! captain, tell me im not dreaming right now! this is real, right? tell me its real!" jaehyun grabs sunghos shoulders and shakes him. its the happiest he had ever seen jaehyun become.

"its fine if she doesnt remember me...yet! this is good! even back then, weve never had such a long conversation. and the best part is she gave me her number! well...she asked for mine and then called me so i could save hers..." he animatedly moves his hands around in the air and dramatically trails off the end of his sentence.

"doesnt matter! i have her contact! and im gonna text her. tonight!" sungho was bewildered seeing jaehyun gradually transition from a walking zombie to a straight out from the screen nineties cartoon character in the span of a few seconds. he watched the boy skip to the bus stop with a huge grin on his face, all the traces of despair (jaehyun frantically walking around with his head in his hands at their locker room while recalling spilling his drink on you and not being able to apologize because they karasuno early. and then deciding he would run all the way back to karasuno to try and catch you before you went home) and nervousness when they bumped into you outside of the store right when they decided to give up and just go home, gone. this jaehyun in front of him was all sunshine, rainbows and sparkles. he couldnt help but shake his head in disbelief.

"at least aoba johsai girls identity is revealed." he muttered under his breath before running to catch up to jaehyun.

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you leaned back on your chair, staring at your phone screen. youve known jaehyun from before? but no matter how much you try to recall your memories, you cant really seem to think of having any memories of meeting a boy named jaehyun.

"ugh...why cant i remember him?"

you brush it off for and turn your phone away, placing it underneath your pillow. and with a sigh, you cuddle your blanket closer and drift off to sleep.

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your classes ended early so you decided to head right into the gymnasium to help out with the preparations, trying to make yourself get used to the duties of a club manager. however, as soon as you get there, you here sounds of a ball bouncing against the wall. you notice the door was also half open already so you slowly walked in. you notice a boy with orange hair and an undercut seemingly practicing. but he seemed unfamiliar compared to the players you met yesterday. he was also wearing casual clothing and not uniforms nor practice attire. so, you just stood by the door watching him with curiosity and wondering how you were supposed approach the stranger who could possibly be tresspassing the school right now.

whilst bouncing them against the wall, it accidentally bounces off your way. the boys gaze then ends up finding your figure standing by the door looking at him questioningly. and for a few seconds, the both of you just stared at each other in silence.

"who...are you?" youre the first to break the silence.

"i should be the one asking you that question. who are you? the only people who have access to this gymnasium are the members of the karasuno volleyball club, the coach and the manager." he replies coldly and with a suspicious look towards you. you even saw his eyes scan you from head to toe causing you to feel conscious of the way you look.

"thats rich coming from someone who isnt even dressed properly to be a player, too young to be a coach and definitely too guy like to be the girl manager of the team." of course you cant lose to a random boy you crossed paths with.

"you-" before he could even finish his words, he was cut off by yachi. entering the gymnasium.

"yn what are you doing here so early? im gla-...RIWOO!! YOURE BACK?!" yachi excitedly runs towards the boy while he gives her a smile back.

'huh? ri...woo?' you wondered.

"yn! hes the one yamaguchi and the first years were talking about!" yachi turns to you excitedly. you could tell how excited she was by this riwoo guys return.

"sorry for being rude earlier, let me restart this. my name is riwoo, jersey number 22! im the libero of karasuno! i was gone for a bit due to an injury but i have successfully finished rehab and will be returning soon! nice to meet you, manager in training for karasuno..." he approaches your still standing by the door awkwardly figure. he gives you a soft smile, contrary to his serious and piercing look he gave your earlier, and a hand to shake. for a second, you were frozen still, now that hes gotten closer, you were able to observe his facial features more.

'this dude looks more familiar than jaehyun...' you trail off in your head before realizing youve been staring at him for too long.

"o-oh...yeah, nice to meet you too. im yn ln, class 1-3."

you replied, taking his offer to shake hands. and as you were about to pull away your hand, you realized riwoo kept a hold of it. you look up to him and meer his gaze which was now closely analyzing your face. he furrows his brows further and leans slightly closer to inspect you while you just look back questioningly, wondering what he was doing.

"why do i ge the feeling that ive met you before?" he asks underneath his breath however he was so close to you that you heard it clearly. yachi just stands by where riwoo was standing earlier looking at the two of you weirdly.

"huh? were you two exes or something and you cant remember?" yachi jokingly suggests from behind with a chuckle, to which riwoo responds by turning to her and pointing at her with a big smile on his face.

"thats it! yeah, we are exes!" riwoo beams at yachi. on the other hand, you were left confused and shocked. you tried to rack your brain for any memory of having dated anyone when you were younger, but there was just none. it was impossible. absolutely impossible. your mom wouldve never let you date anyone so young.

"RIWOO YOURE BACK!! And wait- did you just say the manager in training is your ex?!" the three of you jump at another voice coming from behind you, yamaguchi and other team members staring at the three of you with the most confused face ever. not knowing whether they should be happy seeing the return of their libero or ask about the history you apparently had with their libero. you sighed in defeat before whipping your head to glare at riwoo and all he does is smile back.

'why do i have such a bad memory? why cant i remember anyone from when i was younger?!' you grunt silently in your thoughts.

to be continued...

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[hye5nly]

rent a boyfriend! - chapter 4

— 04 cocktail party!!!

written ~ 1.0k + smau

heeseung adjusts his tux, sweat building at his nape from nervousness. who would have thought that he'd be taking a girl out that he met from a sketchy site?

he rings her doorbell, unsure if the flowers are too extra or not.

a few seconds later, y/n opens the door, flashing a bright smile at him. honestly, she's surprised he is actually real herself even if she did not really question it. he is a fine man, especially in the suit he is wearing right now and in person. a small smile forms on his face as he hands her a bouquet of dahlias and roses. y/n's smile grows even bigger as she grabs the bouquet from him, pulling him into a hug as she steps outside her apartment.

"this dress is so pretty on you." he whispers in her ear as she links her arm with his, as if they've been a couple for so long. "you look good too."

exiting the luxurious apartment building, y/n is met with heeseung's NOT white van. his car was fairly nice, a black bmw. "you didn't bring a white van?" heeseung raises his eyebrows as he opens the door for her. "did you want me to?" y/n doesn't say anything, putting on her seatbelt. "this is a nice car." heeseung hums, "i got it as a gift by my brother," y/n nods, giving him the directions to the building.

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once they arrived in the building's huge parking lot, y/n tells him some reminders. "my parents are going to want to meet you right away, just be normal. please," heeseung hums. "don't worry!"

he helps y/n step out of the car, "should i leave the flowers in the car...?" heeseung shrugs, "are you going to come and get it later?" y/n thinks for a few seconds, "actually, i was wondering if you'd be able to drop me off tonight. you don't have to! just wondering." she asks nervously, which makes heeseung blush. "i'll drop you, no worries."

immediately when y/n enters the building with heeseung by her side, she hears her mother rushing excitedly to her, some of her drink spills on the way. "oh my god! y/n! is this the boy you were talking about?" y/n hums, "this is heeseung." her mom flashes a big smile at him, "hi heeseung, we should talk a little bit. i will go find your dad, y/n." y/n sucks in her breath, mouthing a 'sorry' to heeseung before her mom walks away.

about two minutes later, y/n's mom comes back with her dad, who greets heeseung. "you are a very handsome man, surprisingly. my y/n has never had a boyfriend before, so i was worried who'd she bring." y/n covers her face in embarrassment, hinting at her parents to stop talking. "what do you do? what do your parents do?" heeseung purses his lips at the bombarded questions. "i study law. my parents run a family restaur-" y/n elbows heeseung, "his parents are doctors." y/n's parents smile, "wow! that's really cool, y/n, you did a good job finding him." y/n smiles awkwardly, dragging heeseung away a few seconds later.

heeseung furrows his eyebrows when y/n told a lie.

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heeseung ended up meeting a lot of y/n loved ones tonight. he first met her parents— which was awkward, her friend group, her aunts and uncles, and her sister.

when heeseung excuses himself to the restroom, her sister, jinah, asks, "where did you meet him, y/n?" y/n quickly comes up with another lie. she won't have to see heeseung again after tonight, right? it won't matter. she'll send him the money and they won't talk again. "we met at the mall! yeah! he offered to pay for my stuff so it just went from there...." she smiles awkwardly and jinah knows she's lying. she can tell but she doesn't say anything about it right now. the last thing she wants her baby sister dealing with is more stress than their parents already give her.

when heeseung comes back, jinah excuses herself and the two just hang out by the food, munching on some of the chocolate covered-strawberries while talking about whatever.

"i honestly thought you weren't real, my friends kept saying so. your hair color kept changing in every picture." heeseung chuckles. "my friend sunghoon dyes my hair for me," y/n hums. "i like this color on you." he blushes, jokingly flirting with her back.

"do you want to dance?" heeseung nods and y/n grabs his hand, pulling him with her to the dance floor.

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the party ended and it was around 1:30 am. y/n was hugging her friends goodbye before being left with just her sister, parents, and heeseung. "heeseung, it was good to meet you. you seem like a nice man and you make my daughter happy, thank you." heeseung smiles at her mom and dad, bowing at them.

he also bows to y/n's sister, "get her home safely." y/n's dad says, to which heeseung nods. "don't worry, mr. jeon. i will."

heeseung considers placing a hand around her waist. he really thought she was the prettiest girl ever but this was only for one night, that would be too awkward.

"thank you for doing this for me, actually. i'll send you the money when i get home." heeseung purses his lips, "you don't need to send me the money, it's fine." y/n raises an eyebrow as she enters his car. "what? no, i'm paying you." heeseung protests but there is no point because y/n continues arguing back.

"i rented you for one night, so i have to pay you." heeseung doesn't say anything else but mumbling an 'okay.'

"you make a pretty good boyfriend, to be honest. do you have any girl you're interested in?" heeseung hesitantly shakes his head. "what about you?" y/n shrugs. "beomgyu's cute but he doesn't like me."

"the atrocious man you posted?" he jokes and y/n jokingly slaps his arm. "be nice!"

"he fumbled, seriously he fumbled." y/n blushes and turns to face the window, "tell me about it."

a few minutes later, they arrive at her apartment building. "want me to walk you in?"

"you don't have to," heeseung asks again and y/n says the same thing, so he just helps her out of the car and she gives him a quick hug. he hands her the flowers he got for her. "goodnight heeseung." she smiles, "goodnight."

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[astaldis]

@smubbles-etc

Chapters: 1/1         Words: 200 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion Characters: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion Additional Tags: Discord: Smubbles, Debt, Boys Kissing, Humor, Double Drabble, Geraskier, 2025 04 taxing smubbles

Summary: Geralt catches Jaskier writing something in his notebook that does not look like a poem.

[fiyero3305]

TUA Fic: Witchy Prompts 07

Witchy Prompts via @myloveforhergoeson

07. Mist

On October 1, 1989, Rachel Herschberger awakes early. She is restless in a way she can’t describe.

Nothing seems out of the ordinary. Her sister Sarah-Beth remains asleep beside her, apparently unaffected by the agitation that has found Rachel. The house is quiet. The animals are beginning to stir outside. The slightest bit of gray lights the sky. Unable to sleep, she sets to work on the day’s chores. If nothing else, she can put this energy to good use.

She steps out into the misty pre-morning, still uneasy. The world appears as it should, and yet it feels off-center. Perhaps it is only the mist and the darkness; Rachel has never liked feeling that she can’t see what’s around her. For that reason, she avoids heading into the woods to check the traps just yet, starting her day instead with sweeping the animals’ stalls and changing over their hay. She gathers eggs and replenishes water troughs. She even tackles some of the tasks that have been waiting for attention as she endeavors to distract herself: replacing the fraying ropes on the well buckets; filling in the divot by the gate that the goats have dug; scraping the peeling paint from the barn door in preparation for a fresh coat.

As the sun fully rises and Sarah-Beth and others awaken, she can more easily ignore the feeling with which she’d awoken. By mid-afternoon the mist has burned off and she feels nearly normal as she brings a fresh crate of milk jugs to the barn when something like embers from a fire catches her eye. The little sparks dance and swirl through the air, but unlike embers they don’t disappear. Instead they fly straight to her abdomen and suddenly her body is stretching, swelling, and there’s horrifying movement within her.

[babygirl-diaz]

Samtember Day 04: Siblings | Uncle Sam

586 Words | Rated G | @samsseptember

((I chose siblings for this prompt!))

The boat rocked from side to side with the wind as Sam sat on it with his knees brought up to his chest, staring up at the dark sky. The clouds were rolling in quickly and soon it would rain. An apt metaphor for his grief right now. 

“There you are.” 

Sam heard Sarah’s voice and looked up to find her standing on the pier with a concerned look. 

“Do you know how worried I’ve been?” She asked. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

“I just needed to be alone for a little while,” Sam shrugged. 

“And you couldn’t ask me for some privacy? Instead, you came out here in a storm, and worried me half to death?” 

“I’m sorry, Sarah,” Sam apologized but offered no other explanation. 

Sarah sighed and got into the boat. She crouched next to Sam and took his hand in her own. “I know you’re hurting, Sam. You’ve lost the love of your life. But you can’t punish yourself by coming out here and hoping that the storm would take you away.” 

Sam looked up at her and shook his head. “That’s not what I was-” 

“I’m your sister, Sam. You don’t think I know what you’re doing?” Sarah asked, giving him a sympathetic look. 

Sam hated that look. It made him feel like a wounded puppy. “He is supposed to be here, Sarah. I should have saved him!” His voice broke as he said and he could feel tears forming in his eyes again. 

“Oh, Sam.” Sarah sat down on the boat and pulled him into a hug. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved him. I can’t even imagine what you’re going through right now, but you can’t let this grief consume you. Please talk to someone. Someone who can help you through this.” 

“There you two are. I've been looking everywhere for you."

Sam looked up to find his brother-in-law, Kevin, standing on the pier. 

“The storm’s rolling in. Come on, we gotta go,” Kevin urged them. 

“Yeah, yeah, don’t lose your wits. We were just coming,” Sarah told her husband and let go of Sam to stand up. 

Kevin gave her his hand, and she got onto the pier and fell right into his arms. The pair laughed and Sam’s heart ached. It made him miss Riley even more. 

He got up and got onto the pier as well, and Kevin gave him a concerned look. “You okay?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” Sam replied, nodding. 

Kevin wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulders and pulled him close. “We got you, Sammy,” he said. “We got you.” 

“Yeah, Sam, we’re always here for you,” Sarah assured him. 

“Thanks, y’all, but I’m- I’m moving to D.C. in two weeks,” Sam told them. 

Kevin looked over at Sarah and then the two of them looked at Sam. “You sure about that?” Kevin asked. “I mean, you need your family right now.” 

“I need to be out there doing something,” Sam told them. “I can’t just stay here, hidden away. That’s not what Riley would want.” 

“RILEY would want you to take care of yourself, Sam,” Sarah told him. 

Sam sighed. “I will take care of myself.” 

“Sam-” 

Sam noticed when Kevin put a hand on Sarah’s wrist to stop her. 

“You do what you think is best, bro-in-law,” Kevin told him and squeezed his shoulders. “Besides, I hear Captain America lives there. Maybe you can get me an autograph.” 

“Yeah, like I’ll ever run into Captain America,” Sam scoffed. 

[sovietslugged]

. . . tag dump

[jinwoosungs]

04/21/25; 07:30pm

{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }

[ they catch you while you’re ovulating ]

featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb

notes: don’t mind me, i just got a short burst of inspiration with all these ovulation memes 🙂‍↕️

[ minors don’t interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]

sylus was the first to awaken when he felt you straddling at his waist. he doesn’t open his eyes, but chooses instead to lay in wait for you. his breathing was slow and even, further accentuating his act of remaining asleep.

the silky material of your nightgown was felt sliding down his chest, his breathing hitching in response to such a seductive sensation. it takes a herculean effort for his eyes to remain closed when he feels your hot breath against his skin.

yet his façade quickly vanishes the moment your lips latch on to his chest, feeling the way your tongue curls around his nipple while letting out a low hiss in response. when he fully wakes up did you move away from him, onyx eyes meeting with your innocent gaze as your fingertips trace at his hard wall of muscle.

“what’s gotten you so riled up, kitten?” sylus asks you, delving his fingers into your hair. you don’t answer him for a few beats, licking at your bottom lip as the onychinus leader follows each movement of your tongue. “i’m not sure, sy, i just woke up feeling so needy for you.”

you end up laying back against him, placing your panties stained with the evidence of your arousal on his hard abdomen. all too eager to see what you had to offer, sylus places an arm behind his head while watching your every move. you place one more kiss against his chest before planting your hands against it, steadying yourself while moving your aching sex back and forth on his abdomen.

your breathing quickly turns into whiny moans of his name, “ngh, sy, this feels so good…!” your movements become more rapid then, your hips losing its steady pace as it became sloppier with each second that passes. sylus could sense that your release was quickly approaching when his hands go up to grip at your waist, moving you toward his muscled thigh while clenching his muscles to help.

the friction was enough to make you climax, with you completely ruining your panties as your juices soaked through the flimsy fabric. your scent permeating at the air forces a low growl out of sylus as he removes you from his thigh.

settling you back against the bed, sylus rips apart your sheer nightgown, admiring the sight of your naked breasts and soaked panties for a brief moment before cupping at his erection. “you’re driving me crazy, sweetie. so i hope you’re prepared for what’s to come.”

it was often a rare occurrence for zayne to have a day off and actually enjoy it. and despite how you wanted to keep your distance to give him some space-

something about him had set you in a bit of a frenzy.

from his tousled hair to the faint scent of his aftershave-

you couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

each time he would look up from his novel and meet your gaze, his smile would be potent enough to make your heart lurch within your chest and the ache between your legs feel even more prominent. as if running on autopilot, you step closer to his side of the bed, putting down his novel before settling yourself on top of him.

he meets your gaze with furrowed eyebrows, “what is it?”

you shake your head, remaining silent as you trail your hands down his chest. his breathing hitches in response to your sudden touch, and you slowly began to unbutton his shirt before sliding it off of him. the fabric falls to the ground, leaving his upper body bare for you. he attempts to cover his hands, but you stop him, seeing the faint scars that decorate his skin while kissing at them.

“don’t hide yourself away from me. not when you’re the one i love the most.”

basking in his warmth, you press a few kisses down his abdomen, seeing the faint trail of hair that leads further down his sweatpants. “sorry zayne, something about you has become so captivating to me.”

you slowly slide down his pants and boxers, revealing his half-erect cock to you. sliding out of your own shorts and panties, you slowly began stroking him with the underside of your cunt, effectively causing the doctor to toss his head back.

“ngh… honey, are you ovulating right now?”

you bite down on your bottom lip, “i don’t give a fuck what it’s called, all i know is that i need you right now.”

when zayne’s cock was hard enough for your liking did you finally impaled yourself on him, making him cry out your name as you began setting a rapid pace. as you bounced up and down his cock, zayne was felt gripping at the sheets below him, falling even more in love with you each time you sank down on him.

xavier needed no further urging when you begged him to let you ride his face. in fact, the philos prince was already laid back on the bed (naked and ready for you) when you re-entered your shared bedroom.

your knees were clashing together, trying to provide some much needed friction as you became desperate for his mouth on you. he meets your gaze, seeing the sheer neediness in your eyes when he demands that you take a seat.

“you already know that i’m willing to do everything to make you happy.”

“but what if i suffocate you?” you take a step closer to the bed, letting out a gasp when xavier wraps an arm around your naked body. using one hand, he places you on his chest, true blue eyes now hidden by an endless void, “you won’t. go on and sit on it.”

the hoarse quality of his voice sends shivers down your spine, and you had to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come. when the ache between your legs became too much to bear did you finally make a move.

moving closer to him, you lift yourself above his face, feeling your arousal dripping from its center. before you could even change your mind, it was xavier who brings you down on him using his strength alone. the pleasure was immediate, with you feeling his tongue traveling deep within your slick walls. he began greedily devouring you, soaking up all you had to offer as his tongue kept pounding itself in and out of you.

and when he gently sucks on your swollen bundle of nerves was when you felt your climax quickly approaching. a broken cry of his name was all you could manage when you allowed your release to rush out of you and into his awaiting mouth.

you were in a daze at the end of your release, allowing the pinpricks of pleasure to course through you when xavier lifts your body off of him-

only to sit up before pressing your body down on his cock. with a startling accuracy, xavier manages to pierce through you, eyes going wild as he fucks himself into your heat. your soft moans echo throughout the room as you brace yourself onto xavier’s shoulder, losing count of the times he made you cum.

there was a strange heat felt coursing through your veins, filling you to the brim with red hot desire. you had woken up from what you assumed was a nap that lasted far too long for your liking-

leaving you itching with a need to be filled.

getting out of bed, you slowly began peeling off your clothes, your bare feet padding against the flooring of your beloved’s home. you had barely stepped foot into his studio when he opens the door, nostrils flared while raking his eyes down your form.

“you need me, don’t you?”

so caught off guard by his bold question, you were given little time to react when he pulls you into his studio, setting your naked body on the couch as he settles himself between your thighs.

“i swear i could smell you before you even came to see me.”

heat blossoms across your veins, making you feel shy all of a sudden, since the lemurian just confirmed that he knew when you were the most needy for him. spreading your legs a little wider for him, rafayel introduces a finger within your soaked walls, pumping them in and out of you all while exploring your center with a hedonistic curiosity.

“you feel so soft around my fingertips, princess, yet i just know you’ll feel that much better around my cock.” he continues to play your body like an instrument, drawing out your moans as they echo throughout the studio like a sinful lullaby. your arousal drips down from your center and into his fingertips, earning a groan from the young artist.

“you are going to be the absolute death of me, princess.”

removing his hand from your aching sex, rafayel meets your hazy eyes while licking away the evidence of your arousal. letting out a hum of approval, he spreads your legs once more, inhaling your scent before placing his mouth on you. your center was now completely engulfed by his hot mouth, with your hands delving themselves into his hair as you immersed yourself in the pleasure he had given you.

when you admit to caleb about having a wet dream about him, he was relentless with his questioning, wanting to know every last detail of your dream. through embarrassing stutters, you manage to tell caleb as much as you could remember-

which was how you found yourself in this current position, your cunt aching for him with your front pressed against the bed as caleb remains settled behind you. you couldn’t see him, yet you could feel the way he lifts you up by the hips, forcing your bottom half into an upright position with your heated face pressed against the pillows.

feeling the colonel’s hands tracing at your ass, you gasp when he gives it a hard smack!, chuckling darkly before spreading your legs even wider for him, “why so embarrassed, pips? isn’t this just me makin’ your dreams come true?”

he angles your hips slightly, revealing your center to him as he brushes the tip of his cock against your outer lips. trembling at the sensation, you let out a moan the moment he slides into you, making you feel every inch of his pulsating cock.

completely behind you now, caleb braces himself on the bed before pistoning his hips in and out of you, the sound of his cock rapidly moving echoing throughout the room. the sensation of it all was enough to leave you a drooling mess, with your back arched as you take in his cock over and over again in this new position.

“heh, you’re so cute…” caleb leans down to playfully whisper within your ear while thrusting into you, “now tell me, isn’t the real deal more satisfying than a mere dream?”

end notes: unedited, but i kept seeing these ovulation memes with all the women getting needy for their men on my page and had to write something as inspiration 🤤 maybe ill change my status to semi-hiatus thanks to these short bursts of inspiration ♡

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[snowfallcn]

tag dump.

[ghast1yghosts]

sapphic steddie but it’s ms. popular girl stevie harrington and eddie “ohmygodpretty💫woman💫” munson

eddie walking into a wall bc she sees stevie has /lip gloss/. /sparkly/ lip gloss. and stares a lil too hard.

[from-izzy]

you know me and my fluffy fluff fluff 😚 BUT ALSO SAME...I DON'T THINK I CAN WRITE ANYTHING OTHER THAN FLUFF 😭 EVEN THAT 20K SUNWOO WIP IS APPARENTLY NOT ANGST SKDJFHKDF 😭😭 thank you for reading vesper mwah! 💗

[04:42] | tbz kim sunwoo

"It's not disgusting okay?"

​PAIRING » tbz kim sunwoo x fem!reader TROPE/AU » ​established relationship au!, non-idol au!, the slightest friends to lovers (from their backstory) GENRE​ » sunwoo is so whipped for you, fluffy fluff fluff fluff, the slight tinge of angst, non-sexual undressing (reader is on her period and sunwoo is lovely and helps you change!), sunwoo being so in love with you, caring boyfriend kim sunwoo, reader blushing because sunwoo is so whipped for you, sunwoo reassuring you that staining the bed and his clothes that you're wearing is not a big deal at all, kim sunwoo is whipped for you (...did i say that already—), fast proofread once! WORD COUNT » 1593 ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~6 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is on her period, emotional rollercoaster for the reader (period hormones), descriptions of blood, undressing (non-sexual!)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

thank you for reading @deobienthusiast, @sohnric !! 💕

...also i'm so soft for this scenario 😭

Maybe it’s the love instinct that woke him up.

Sunwoo isn’t one to wake up in the middle of his slumber, content with the rest he would be awarded after the long days of yawning and the tears that would spring to his eyes whenever he did so. Maybe he woke up because his bed was warmer than usual with your presence next to him, hiding your face into his chest while you let out soft snores from your slightly gaped lips, unaware of the affectionate gaze falling upon you.

Though the sleep is still in his eyes, he couldn’t help but coo at your sleeping figure. The corner of his lips pulled into a smile, content with how peaceful you looked after yesterday's long crying session. His fingers brush the hair strands that inconveniently block your side view, taking multiple attempts due to how gentle Sunwoo is being to keep you asleep.

“You’re so beautiful,” he confesses with a forehead kiss.

You respond with a few shuffles making his eyes slightly widen, his whole body automatically staying still. Light groaning and mumbles fall out of you and your eyes still haven’t opened, your brain pushing you closer to the chest that acted as a barrier with the sunset. Sunwoo chuckles when you exhale in satisfaction with his hand on the back of your head to bring you closer.

“You’re too cute.” He’s so in love with you, his heart combusting with every small thing you do. “I’m so thankful you’re mine.”

If you were fully conscious, you would have responded with words or at least gestures that would convey the same meaning as the ones he just said. But unfortunately, the stomach of your muscles constricts and the crease between your eyebrows truly alerted Sunwoo, the feeling of drowsiness completely gone. 

“Sun…woo…” The pain pulls you of out his hold, your hands flying to your abdomen as if you’re trying to keep the body part together from falling out. 

“What? What’s wrong?” His body immediately sits up, one hand on your sweating forehead, the other clenching one of your hands on your lower body. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.”

His eyes answered his growing anxiety, the colour seeping through his bedsheets. At first, his eyebrows knitted in confusion as he recalls seeing the tracker on his phone; you’re a few days early, it’s happened before but never this early. His body springs into action first, jumping on his feet to carry your whimpering body to the bathroom. 

“Bubs.” He tries to distract you from the pain. The cover of the toilet seat clangs against its tank, Sunwoo slamming it open to get you to sit properly. “Tell me what I can do to help. Do you need anything?”

You try your best to answer but only incoherent words strung out of your shaking lips, eyes twinkling with tears due to the kicks and pushes on your whole lower body that is slowly spreading and growing worse by the second. With no proper response given, Sunwoo could only frown at your situation. His knees try to be comfortable against the cold tiles, eyes observing your every motion.

He would take your pain away if he could.

The way your body curls in front of him, arms tightly wrapped around your middle and the way the sweat trickles down your nape, making your body temperature spike uncomfortably. A curse is heard from your boyfriend when your sobs grow louder.

“It’s never hurt this much before.” And he’s never seen you in this much pain before. “I hate this…”

“I know, I know.” Sunwoo validates your feelings. He offers his comfort with the circling motions on your knees. “Should I get you a heat pack? The chicken and corn soup from down the streets? Warm water?” 

“I-I don’t know…” You shook your head. “I’m sorry I stained your sheets and clothes…” 

“Hey…” Sunwoo shakes his head firmly, “That stuff doesn’t matter to me, okay? Don’t even think of those insignificant things right now.” Sunwoo kisses the tip of your sweaty nose, reassuring you further.

Just like on cue, a lightbulb flashes on top of his head, recalling an episode that his sister told him about when she was having her own time. The realisation didn’t go past you and you just watched lifelessly when he ran out of the room to grab your spare underwear and the new pack of pads from the bottom cabinet.

“S-Sunwoo?”

You know that Sunwoo has always been a caring boyfriend. Observant and always keeping an eye on you in case you need any sort of hand. When you were both just friends, he had always held your hand whilst crossing the street or given you a pack of tissues whenever you started your meal—mind you you were already in high school at this point.

It's always sent your heart fluttering, your face flushed and your arms around his whenever he's by your side. 

Just when you thought that Sunwoo couldn't get any more observant, the way he peels the pad from its plastic cover, scrunching the piece of paper that covered the adhesive and patting the cotton on the right side of the fabric, he shows again that he still has love to give you. 

That he still loves you ever since he laid his eyes on you and shows that the words are true.

Sunwoo turns around, his hands on the waistband of the clothing, proud of his best work. For a second his gesture made your eyelids collect the tears that have been threatening to fall, and Sunwoo strides to you once more.

“I can see your thoughts, bubs.” Kneeling once more, his hands came up to stroke your cheeks, “It's not disgusting okay? It's part of your life to have periods.”

Sunwoo offers to at least have you change into some fresh clothes, his plan including helping you change out of your dirty underwear that is making you squirm and sensitive. The shake of your head renders Sunwoo hopeless, slowly seeing the arising panic start to show in your eyes.

“No…” It's when you realise once again just how much the time of your month renders you useless. The pressing of your arms on your stomach becomes stronger in hopes of relieving some pain. “I can't let you see that…that'll be too much…”

“I won't even look at your garment! I'll keep my eyes on you the whole time and I'll just throw it in the bathtub okay?” A thumb is thrown to the side to indicate the direction. “I can't let you be in pain and be uncomfortable like this, bubs.” A soothing press on the lips gets your mind back in place, and feel more connected to the present.

Your tired eyes open, greeting a pair of fond ones, Sunwoo scrunching his nose up cutely and bopping the tip of his nose with yours mischievously. The sound of your laughter relieves him, eventually urging him to press another peck to your lips.

“Promise you won’t leave me after this?”

“Stupid girl, I won’t leave you!” He shakes his head with the brightest smile on his face. “There’s no way I would do that to you.”

Sunwoo coils his hand tightly with yours, his thumb running over your skin before he lets out an exhale followed by an ‘okay’. You nod to him, understanding the meaning behind his words. He puts his hands gently on your hips, another series of circular motions over the fabric of his stained shirt. Gentle and slow—it makes your emotions bounce all over the small bathroom, crying and thankful for the forehead kiss he gives once more.

“I won’t look okay?” You smile, genuinely trusting his words.

You scrunch your (boyfriend’s) shirt to your waistline from the side to let Sunwoo hook the item of clothing underneath. The shirt still covered your private parts, it being oversized enough to keep that part of yourself hidden. Sunwoo keeps his eye contact with your half-lidded eyes, making silly faces to cheer you up—his eyes tell a different story though. 

“Done!” He flicks the tinted clothing to the bathtub away from both of your eyes. “Alright?” Checking on you.

“More than alright.” A wave of relief washes over you as soon as the clean cotton piece snaps on your hips. You stretched the ache of your ached back, straightening up and relaxing your posture. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He rises from his knees, cupping your face between the palms of his hands. “You’re so adorable.” Squishing your cheeks despite the complaints you gave him with the red hues on your skin.

But your mind runs back to the white sheets of his bed behind the door and your lower lips juts in guilt. Before you could even say anything else, Sunwoo places your chin between the pads of his thumb and pointer, tilting your head slightly to accommodate for the height difference. 

“I’ll change it.” Whispering against your lips. “I’ll get you some warm water so you just rest your body for a bit more and I’ll change it.”

Apologies wouldn’t work on him. You know that’s not what he wants this to be. “Thank you. Cuddles after?”

Like a delighted child, excited with the mention of his favourite thing to do with you, Sunwoo skips out of the bathroom and you hear the plush of the pillows and duvet that plops on the floor amongst the other rowdy things.

“You can compensate with as many cuddles and kisses as I want when I’m done!”

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[fushitoru]

the season of thorned roses ⸺ a bridgerton!au

pairing ⸺ duke!satoru gojo x fem!reader

summary ⸺ dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

genre/warnings ⸺ enemies to lovers, bridgerton au, angst, fluff, eventual smut, suggestive, jealousy, misogyny, regency era au, gojo being infuriating, reader also being infuriating, both of them are clueless honestly, all they do is bicker 💀, some historical inaccuracies, mentions of sex work

notes from the author: im aashi, and this is my first series on this app :p for anyone who would like to know, this does end with a happy ending. ty for reading!

masterlist | drabble | fanart

chapter index

01 ⸺ the debutante

you begin to get ready for your presentation for your debut this season, and satoru steels himself to find a wife. you don't get the reception you'd wanted from some, and satoru will soon curse himself for letting his tongue loose (6.3k)

02 ⸺ the aftermath

after an eventful first ball after your debut, you continue the season with thinly veiled vexation towards gojo. but fate is not on your side; you and gojo keep encountering each other, matching fire with fire (7.8k)

03 ⸺ the manor

you and gojo have just uncovered your mothers' matchmaking scheme: a plan that sends you both to his extravagant countryside manor in kent, arriving a week earlier than the rest of the ton. the question remains—can you endure gojo's insufferable nature during this secluded stay? (8.3k)

04 ⸺ the game

satoru has some revelations about you. both you and satoru share some quite...happening days at the manor, including an eventful game of pall mall. (4.9k)

05 ⸺ the fall

gojo comes up with a strange yet tempting arrangement, but the accident that follows it may cause epiphanies for the both of you. (11.8k)

06 ⸺ the house party

you are bedridden, recovering from your wound, when gojo delivers season-changing news. the house party that follows buzzes with tension, and an unexpected arrival that sends ripples through the ton. (7.4k)

07 ⸺ the rebound

after the arrival of your dearest brother, you pursue a new angle to the season, one to prove that you, the diamond, will not be scorned. new opportunities with duke nanami arise and with it jealousy and bitterness fester in the ballroom. (6.8k)

08 ⸺ the lake

both you and gojo discover contradictory feelings lodged deep in your heart, and a confrontation (with an unexpected ally) leads to a rather....wet conclusion. (4.6k)

09 ⸺ the embers

sukuna takes you on an excurion into town at night, where you both meet a stranger that gives you illustrative insight into gojo. on the other hand, satoru has to suffer his best friend's most terrible plan as of date (10k)

10 ⸺ the art gallery

duke nanami suprises you with an inquiry, and the panic caused by it leads to an encounter with a very unexpected person (4.7k)

11 ⸺ the geto manor (soon!)

drabbles/headcanons

01 ⸺ gojo unable to wake up on time after a wild night (suggestive)

02 ⸺ avoiding gojo after getting your period (suggestive)

03 ⸺ gojo walking in on geto at a brothel (nsfw, not canon)

03 ⸺ gojo when you're pregnant

[acid-ixx]

(03/05/25) — again &. again masterlist

by the bird and the bee

ft. platonic soft! yandere batfam! x gn! neglected reader

✮ MAIN MASTERLIST ✮

— TRIGGER WARNINGS !

- lowercase writing, emotional neglect, allusions to sexual assault, prostitution & physical abuse, kidnapping, alcohol abuse, drugging, themes of depression, dissociation, vague traumatic events, mentions of murder, amnesia, other warnings would be added soon.

— SYNOPSIS !

who would have thought that living with your rich, billionaire father and endless supply of sisters and brothers would actually end up being the worst thirteen and a half year of your life?

when your mother was taken away from you at the ripe age of five, you were forced to live at the solemn wayne manor with nobody to accompany you but the butler, alfred pennyworth.

there, you learn that giving up was better than trying to gain the attention of your ever-growing family. so you left, and never once tried to look back at the decades of neglect they left you with.

but when alfred, your kind caretaker, had started leaving clues of your sudden disappearance; that's when they all take notice and then on starts the ultimate race of chasing freedom, and escaping what once was your gilded cage.

little did you know your mother's dark past manifests itself at the worst of times.

— CHAPTERS ! ; 48k+ words

00. — oh, please leave me be.

01. — because you only notice me once i'm out the door.

02. — and you don't even remember my face?

03. — i need a drink, away from everyone.

04. — mors tua, vita mea / your death, my life.

05 : 01. — a halo in the pit of darkness.

05 : 02. — to be his child is all i want.

— DRABBLES ! ; #series: again &. again

dick grayson calling you his baby bird

why now? (yan! damian wayne)

brutus (villain au concept)

brutus: out for blood

what if you were never neglected?

just a taste (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

laughter is the best medicine (yan! dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake, damian wayne)

to you, my greatest passion (non-neglected au-verse)

brutus: both arms cradle you now

bruce finding your graduation picture

how to be a heartbreaker! (yandere harem)

mea culpa (mini chapter)

conflicting comfort scene with jason todd

dialogue spoilers related to above drabble

more about jason todd and hurt/comfort

dick and his baby blue eyes

time travel au concept

sharing the same features with damian

brutus: the only fucked up thing in this world is you

cause you're takin' it like a champ, sweetheart! (yan! conner kent - suggestive)

brutus: just a burning memory (yan! conner kent)

young, just us?! (yan! young justice au)

that's my type! (yan! john constantine)

dick's miley cyrus eyes

you shoving their neglect in their face and it backfiring

model reader concept

why can't we return to what we once were?

— ASKS ! ; #series: again &. again

dick's spiral into yandere-ism

leaving gotham, resenting alfred, changing last names

your mysterious identity &. conner being your love interest

dick seeing you as a child & damian's need to be your favorite

damian and his cool, matching bracelets

does dick close the door on you? nah, he doesn't even know you were behind the door

wally west as your love interest

you care now?

conner as your angry, protective bf

jason trying his damn best to be a brother to you

calling bruce by his last name only

calling alfred your dad ft. jealous bruce

how are damian and jason obsessed towards you

their nicknames for you

how bruce and damian would try to bond with you

will you still go to college after being kidnapped?

will the series have a happy ending?

why does damian hurt you? and why do you justify his actions?

the family stalks you even in-game

how tim is in the series

what are the characters' ages in the series?

what if you were hypersexual?

how feral is dick in the series?

— INCORRECT QUOTES ! ; #a&a: incorrect quotes

yan! villains kidnapping you

hostage situation

how to become a target to the wayne family

dick and you miscommunication trope in a nutshell

— FANART ! ; #a&a: fanart

happy birthday by @luffyadolover

diary by @luffyadolover

another reason they're broke &. finished art by @oh-nowo-i-got-uwu

a take on the reader's appearance by @luffyadolover

reader trying to study ft. the batfam's endless calls &. finished art by @ghostdoodlen

reader finding bruce and damian watching a movie by @luffyadolover

again &. again mv by @luffyadolover

reader and their playlist by @luffyadolover

a comic panel by @lucioleestolie

conner and reader flying through the skies by @ghostdoodlen

when all of a sudden, i hear this agitating noise by @punpunsonny

villain au reader by @lazyemmy

a&a oc: emile by @questionthegrapevine

graduation pic, conner comfort, and mirrors by @ghostdoodlen

neglected &. non-neglected reader by @lazyemmy

jason calling you his angel by @ghostdoodlen

alfred gives you a christmas gift by @luffyadolover

my own art teehee by me

male reader interpretation by @yukiyee-akian

dick being clingy by @lazyemmy

brutus reader interpretation by @plkjnb

reader cosplaying as mabel pines by @mothintheskies

— TAGLIST ! ; taglist is under construction!

@.lilyalone, @.secretomelettetroops, @.earlqurl, @.simpingfor-wakasa, @.amber-content, @.ruiroku, @.okaybutfullhomo, @.trasshy-artist, @.obsessedwithromance, @.jjsmeowthie, @.fairy-lenaa, @.ilovvmyhusband, @.6uuyuuhgy, @.plsfckmedxddy, @.lavender-moony, @.sweetheart-era, @.chemicalsandghosts, @.darling006, @.starringyau, @.samanthahanes, @.rosecentury, @.jaythes1mp, @.pi1nkl0ver, @.i-thirsty-boy, @.sharks-are-cool-l, @.silverklaus, @.samanthathanes, @.traumaramacenter, @.maddimoon, @.anxrq, @.thedarknesslord, @.h0rr0r-10ver-69, @.lazy-idate, @.cupids-pretty-boy, @.alishii, @.mel-star636, @.sitepathos, @.freakyotaku059-blog, @.dirtydiavolo, @.sunbleachedantlers, @.24hrsoflanii, @.ceramic-raven, @.une-lueur-dans-la-nuit, @.tdickensstuff4, @.thickerthanthieves, @.arlandvery, @.distressed-lezbo, @.bunbunboysworld, @.bellethesleepypotato, @.naina326, @.nebuluma, @.alliwantisadonut, @.alishii, @.kusakiguzen, @.sirenetheblogger, @.emmbny, @.ryukyuin, @.solkara, @.starsdotalk

[justarkive]

⋆｡°✩ The Jeons | JJK - masterlist

summary: a collection of chaotic family drabbles. thats it.

contents: family!au, non!idol jungkook, girl!dad jk, fluff, angst, sensitive topics sometimes!

these drabbles are not in order of hanas age !

send what ifs and drabble ideas! planning on rlly having fun with these ideas :)

note: im 19 with NO KIDS SO PLEASE. IDK THE INS AND OUTS OF BABIES.

separate smut section below !

check pinned for taglist !

main masterlist

01: Baby?

the one where jungkook and you can’t believe how tiny your baby is <3

02: Bathtub

the one where it’s hanas first proper bath and jungkook is freaking out

03: Gym Daddy

the one where jungkook works out with his baby at 4am

04: Protective

the one where jungkook is the best protector

05: Pork Belly

the one where jungkook makes pork belly for his baby and she isn’t impressed

06: The Little Chef

the one where jungkook and you will do anything for your baby girl, even if it means eating her strange dishes

07: Makeup Artist

the one where jungkook gives in to his baby all the time, even if it means having a stained pink face for the next 3 days.

08: Father Of The Year or Fairy Of The Year?

the one where you somehow convince jungkook to dress up as the tooth fairy for hana

09: The Little Wrestler

the one where it’s a fluffy and violent morning with little hana and her impatient dad

10 : Floral Fail

the one where jungkook never fails to pick you a bouquet every week, but this time he surprises hana

11: The Human Tank

the one where hana pushes jungkooks strength to the max

12: Mission… accomplished ?

the one where jungkook has to hide from his ‘friend’ and hana is the worst cover story ever.

13: Hair Betrayal

the one where jungkook gets a trim and hana hates it

14: Daddy Magic

the one where jungkook knows exactly how to calm down his baby ( and you find it rlly hot lol )

15: Too Much Love

the one where jungkook has too much love for hana and it starts to hurt

16: The End Of The Lip Ring

the one where hana rips out jungkooks lip ring

17: Arcade Day

the one where jungkook makes a random toddler cry ( on accident…)

18: Pigtails And Goodbyes

the one where it’s a school morning and everything hurts a little more than it should.

19: Nightmares

the one where jungkook is the best protector, this time against monsters

20: Sick Day

the one where its a quiet morning with your husband and your sick baby <3

SMUT:

Sensitive 🔞

the one where Jungkook worships every inch of you, and you let him.

Needy 🔞

the one where Jungkook gets cockblocked by you and hana

Ass or tits? (…Both + 1) 🔞

the one where its a triple kill. thats it.

The Drought (It’s not water) 🔞

the one where hana is a cockblocker ( again )

Flood Warning 🔞

the one where jungkook makes it his mission to ruin you. over. and over. and over again.

Asks and what ifs:

The end of the world (not an ask but i was bored…)

The Terrible Twos

The day Hana gets married

Jungkook as a grandpa

New Ink, More Love

A Girl

Sweet Sixteen

Her name, Out loud