#always reminded of that chilling student's question

[uc1wa]

18+ minors dni

OCT. 24 — KINKTOBER ‘23

CORRUPTION & DADDY KINK WITH GETO SUGURU

ktober m.list

tags: fem reader, weed, penetrative sex (fingering), spit, college au, naive reader, reader is called bun twice, kinda grimey suguru, incredibly self indulgent

she, orange soda

maybe if you were like his exes he wouldn’t have been so interested in you. maybe if you weren’t as sweet and innocent, and didn’t go out of your way for him all of the time, maybe suguru wouldn’t like you to the extent to which he did. maybe he wouldn’t lust over you when you did something as simple as sucking on the spoon the way you did, getting every last drop of whatever you were eating off of it.

maybe if you didn’t wear a skirt, that wasn’t even that short, in his car when he picked you up, he wouldn’t have his red eyes trailing all over your body in ways that made you look away and bring your knees to your chest, cheeks turning pink.

"y’just so pretty, baby," suguru says as he slips the blunt past his lips, inhaling the hot air that’s going straight to his lungs, making his eyes a red that you’ve never seen before.

you can only grin, watching the man smoke the herb thats smell was always lingering on his jackets and sweaters. the smell that you used to grimace at when he first started his journey into your life, a smell that now reminded you of the man you’ve grown fond of. a somewhat warmth and homey feeling filling your chest as soon as you smelt the bud.

"thank you," a blush finds your cheeks and your eyes look away. while his words always found their way to your heart, it was more so the tone in his voice. the raspiness, caused in part by the smoking he did on a near-daily basis. the depth that sent chills throughout your body, you don’t think you’d ever get used to him.

the stoner who—somehow—you befriended. he wasn’t your usual type to be friends with, nowhere near the type for you to even have a crush on. all of your exes were well-to-do men who had potential and came from good families.

and maybe that was it, the darkness of geto suguru that was all too enticing to your goody-two-shoes self. you weren’t sure if he was a straight-a student, nor the family he had at home. you knew he skipped classes and went to parties, two things you wouldn’t dare to do. but, the crush that formed in your heart every time he’d invite you to hang out with him only bloomed more. especially now, the feeling of intimacy filling your stomach as you felt special enough to be with him as he smoked.

his hand finds your cheek, turning you to look at him. "who’s my pretty girl, hm?" he questions slowly, the high taking over even his words. you laugh a small laugh, "’m your pretty girl, sugie."

his lips lean forward to meet yours in a kiss that steals your tongue right out of your mouth, and he eats the pretty whimper that you give him right up. the sound getting lost in his throat, biting your bottom lip just as he lets go of you, drowsy smile and all.

"mhm," he hums, eyes slow in their looking at your lips that are the tiniest bit swollen until they’re looking back up to your eyes. "say daddy for me, baby," and the command makes your eyes widen slightly.

you didn’t know what to think of it. none of the other boys who entertained you asked to be called the name. nothing even close to it. but, suguru must like it, so you’re easy to give in. easy to please the man who praised you so highly in the confines of his car.

"pretty for you, daddy," you say and suguru falls back in his seat, eyes falling to the back of his skull because he can feel the word going straight to his cock. the blunt almost falls past his fingers, but it doesn’t as he lets out a low groan.

leaning back, he opens his eyes while a smirk tugs at his lips. "that’s my girl…" he starts, tilting his head in his palm. "wanna try something new, hm, baby? you’ll look so pretty." suguru thinks you’re the prettiest when you’re like this, all dumb and wide-eyed beside him. he knows he can bring you to this state, can have you following in every word that he says, despite the balanced head on your shoulders and the a’s that adorn every essay and exam you submit.

and if you really thought about it, maybe you’d question your own choices and attractions, but that was hard to do under suguru’s dark eyes. his gaze alone enough to bring you to a pile of mush, listening like a trained pup.

a nod that has his hand rubbing your thigh, unintentionally (intentionally) moving under your skirt only the tiniest bit until he’s holding the soft flesh. "come sit on my lap, bun," he motions to his legs that are as spread as much as they could be in the confines of his car. though, with his seat pushed all the way back, he seemed comfortable and there was enough room for you to sit your plump ass on him.

but, you’d never done that before. the extent of your sexual history was a simple and vanilla-based missionary, and you didn’t know there was a world past that, even if it began at sitting on your mount that was suguru’s sweatpant-covered lap. it might not even be with a sexual intention, you think. there was an ounce of hesitation and the red that spread from your neck to your cheeks was painfully and embarrassingly obvious. but, as everything else asked by the man before you, you complied like a good girl.

as soon as thighs spread on either side of his own, your hands darted to pull down the ends of the skirt you sported. the feeling of his warmth touching your core in a way that deepened the heat on your cheeks. it was safe to say the feeling was foreign, especially when two big hands found your waist and suguru's eyes read your body that was slumped in a way as he played with the lip ring that sat against his lower lip.

he found amusement from the way you fumbled with the way the skirt exposed more skin of your thighs, even more so when he found reason to readjust himself. his slow-growing erection hitting your panties and the sweetness that lies beneath the thin fabric. he chuckled when a yelp came from your pretty lips, legs trembling and fingers nervously playing with the hem of the fabric.

"was that so bad?" his words begin to slur together, taking another hit and blowing it downwards, the heat gracing your skin. with eyes that seemed to be glued wide and feigning innocence, you shook your head, coughing when smoke made its way into your lungs.

then suguru tilts his head, fingers touching the skin you're gracing him with as if it was his own. "you ever been touched before, bun?" and now your heart rate is spikes to a quickness that makes you swear the thumping was audible. no, you'd never been touched like this before. your previous boyfriend was not man enough to listen to your wants and needs, too pathetic to learn your body other than to get himself off.

"n-no, sugie," and suguru tuts with a shake of his head at that.

"who?" you look away, "no, daddy. never been touched before." and the man knew that. he knew your pussy was close to untouched. it was as if he had a nose for girls who needed his help delving into their sexual desires or his own desires. there was a blurry line, but he swore it was to help the girls he graced.

tapping the blunt in the ashtray that sat on his middle console, his other hand slowly but surely made its way up and up your thigh 'till he felt the hem of the cotton panties you wore. "y'know... i'm your boyfriend, right? i can make you feel real good," fingers played with the fabric.

your stomach was slowly dropping, and your cunt was slowly dripping. confusion filling your head on if you wanted to give yourself to suguru, hoping he'd be better than your previous partner. he made you feel butterflies like no other man had given you before, so who's to say it wouldn't follow into love-making with him?

"you want that, don't you sweetheart?" his words pressed and had a mind of themselves. a mind that was replacing yours, making you feel like putty when you nodded your head. you didn't feel like you were in your own body when you did so, unknowing of what was pushing you to give yourself to the man you'd only been dating a few weeks.

suguru made the decision for you, lithe fingers dancing across your panties until they found the middle, where your cunt was hiding. with his other hand, he flipped the skirt upwards, hem stilling at the fabric of your shirt. once again, embarrassingly, you looked away, hand coming to your lips to cover them as if you'd moan if you didn't.

never had you felt so exposed, and lidded eyes that drank in your skin weren't helping.

"ever touch yourself when you're in bed?" he questions, palming your heat, eyes traveling to meet yours. indulging in the small and shy rocks of your hips and hand that covers your mouth. that just won't do, he thinks, pulling your hand down and holding it with his own, movements against your core never halting.

the question makes you think, embarassed for the nth time tonight to admit to the fact that you have desperate attempts of trying to cure the coil that grows in your belly; never giving yourself enough to have a true finish. "sometimes," you say in a whine, squeezing your eyes shut as if it would halt the humiliating responsiveness of your body and voice.

suguru thought it was cute. "not enough to cum, hm?" it's as if he set a camera in your room to know. you shake your head once more, shamefully. "aw," he coos, "my pathetic girl, can't even make herself feel good?" you lick your lips, remnants of weed hitting your tastebuds.

"need daddy to teach me how to feel good," once again, the feeling of leaving your body came with that sentence alone. maybe it was the hotboxxing of the car you were sat, smoke fogging your brain up the same way it burned your eyes.

suguru didn't let a second pass, grabbing your jaw with the hand that wasn't rubbing at your sex. overwhelming smell and taste of weed touching your tongue as he didn't feign asking permission to enter the depths of your mouth. rather pressing his open lips to your own and forcing himself in with a darting tongue that licked the inside of your cheek, cold metal hitting your lower lip.

the movements of his mouth felt slow while simultaneously feeling fast, a smile crept its way to his lips when he felt your hips slowly but surely moving against his palm. so, suguru decided to play nice. after all, you were his good and nice girl.

a middle finger and ring finger find your entrance, and he groans into your moaning mouth at the wetness. "what happened to my good girl? all wet like a fuckin' slut," he says between kisses. his words hurt somewhere in your chest, a spiking pain touching your heart at the same time it touches your core and you don't know what you're supposed to feel. dizzying confusion continuing the feeling of cotton stuffing your brain.

your head shakes, spit coating your lips like a thick gloss while suguru's tongue stays poked out, licking your lips as you turn your head. he thinks you're about to say something, but hums contently when you resume kissing him all messy and sloppy. spit filling the parts of your mouth that tongue wasn't while his fingers reach into your depths, beginning to finger fuck you.

then, suguru pulls away a few centimeters, only enough for your noses to graze one another. the warm hand that's wrapped around your jaw moves upwards, thumb pushing your lower lip down, opening your lips. without a warning and a second to collect what was happening, suguru spits his own into your mouth.

no, you'd never been with somebody as daring as suguru. was he even considered daring? was this normal and you were just shielded from the vulgurness of the outside world, enclosed in your corner of campus with studies being the only thing swirling around your brain more times than not? a million thoughts ran through your mushy brain, but not one was clear enough to have an answer. you didn't study for this.

"swallow," he pushed your lower lip to make your lips manually close, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his. with a dazed look in your eyes, you swallow the spit that tastes burnt and smoke-infused. when he'd seen your throat contract, he was quick to curl his fingers inwards, pushing against a gummy spot that had your eyes close shut.

a choked moan had you falling forward, arms wrapping around suguru's neck and finding a steady rhythm to grind against his digits, all the while he continued fucking you with his long fingers.

and, no, suguru himself had never been with a girl that had the level of innocence that you had. sure, he loved virgins and those who were shy—but you were a completely different species from them. and it made him want to bring you to your knees even more. the impure things he wanted to do to you only started here, and he'd train you like a dog until you'd beg just for a taste of his cock.

"who's making you feel good?" his lips brush against the soft skin of your neck, sucking the flesh in a way you were inexperienced to. with eyes closed, falling into the warm embrace that was suguru and the hoodie he sported, you opened your lips. "d-daddy's mmm daddy's makin'... making me feel good," you moan into his ear, riding his fingers to tomorrow.

with the trained speech already intact, the only thing left to do was to teach you how to ride him just the way he liked. how to suck him off, not with too much teeth, but grazing over his veins. to make you his perfect little cumslut until he got tired of you. until his tongue begged for a new flavor and he'd find his new prey.

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[arvandus]

Sick Day

Barbatos x GN!Reader

Warnings: None. Just fluff... pure self-indulgent fluff.

NOTE: Minors and ageless blogs DNI or follow or you will be blocked! While this writing is SFW, my blog is NOT.

Your DDD pinged and you peeked your head out of your warm covers to check the message with bleary, aching eyes.

Barbatos: I did not see you at RAD today.  Are you alright?

Warmth heated your cheeks and it wasn’t due to the fever.  Your fingers typed back your response.  I’m sick.

Barbatos: Oh dear, that is unfortunate.

You smiled and typed.   I’m surprised none of the brothers told you.

 You waited as you watched the ellipses appear.

Barbatos: I was only there briefly to gather paperwork.

There was a pause.  More ellipses appeared then vanished, and a moment later, reappeared again.

Barbatos: I shall bring you some tea and honey cakes.

You silently giggled to yourself and buried your face in your pillow before responding.  You don’t have to... besides, I don’t want to get you sick.

Barbatos: How easily you forget that we are different species. I highly doubt I’ll be susceptible to your cold, although I appreciate the concern.  But it does beg the question of how you got sick while being surrounded by demons...

You bit your lip for a moment and then typed.  Solomon and I went to the human world for brunch a few days ago...

Barbatos: ...I see.  Then he is the one to blame for this. I shall have a word with him after my visit.

You chuckled to yourself.  Go easy on him, Barb. It was both our idea.

Barbatos sent the winking demon emoji but nothing else.  You set our phone back down on your nightstand and once again buried beneath your covers as another fever chill washed over you, making your bones ache.

---

You must have fallen asleep because next thing you knew, you were being roused by a gentle hand on your shoulder.  The sudden presence of someone in your room made you jolt awake, only to be met by a pair of familiar green eyes framed in dark green hair.

“B-Barbatos...”

“Apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you...” he replied softly. He still held the tray of tea and cakes in his left hand, perfectly balanced, and he set it carefully down next to your bed.  You noticed two empty teacups and a lidded teapot with steam curling out of its spout.  “I had knocked, but you didn’t answer.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you laid back down, the blanket tucked securely around your neck.  “Were you worried about me?”

His lips curled up slightly.  “Perhaps a little,” he confessed.

Then Barbatos looked at you, taking in your appearance with a slightly furrowed brow. “Hm...” he removed his white glove and placed the back of his hand to your forehead.

Your heart pounded at the sudden skin-to-skin contact, and you wondered if he noticed.  How good was a demon’s hearing anyway?

“You seem worse than I had anticipated...” he said.

He began preparing your tea for you, pulling out a small satchel of herbs from the inner pocket his RAD uniform.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“A personal remedy I put together,” he replied.  “It contains herbs from the human world that are meant to help with fever and aches.  Tulsi leaves, ginger, honeysuckle... just to name a few.”

You watched as he set the herbs into the strainer and placed it back into the teapot. You both waited as the concoction brewed.

“How did you find time to put this together?” you asked curiously.

“I prepared it before your first arrival to the Devildom. When I knew we would have human exchange students, I made it my duty to ensure we were well stocked with any possible needs in case of situations such as this.”

You smirked. “Always so prepared...”

“A fact that I am grateful for now.” His smile softened under the gentle weight of worry.  “Us demons do not like seeing you like this... it reminds us how fragile and mortal you are.”

Your chest felt tight and you placed your hand over Barbatos’s, your fingers squeezing his softly.  His cheeks flushed the slightest bit, his eyes widening at your blatant affection, and yet his own fingers reciprocated, curling around yours.

“I’m not dying, Barbatos... It’s just a cold,” you smiled.

He gave a soft chuckle. “I’m aware, but the discomfort remains just the same.  We sense time differently than you do... it feels slower, at least here in the Devildom, where change happens over thousands of years instead of decades.  We don’t always realize how quick and unforgiving it is, especially for humans.  We think there is enough time and yet there never is.”

He stared down at your hand, his thumb running across the knuckles of your fingers.  “Your species burns bright, but you also burn out much faster. It makes it difficult for us to love and even more difficult to let go when the time eventually comes.”

His confession left your heart heavy and your mind dizzy.  Tears stung your eyes.  “Barbatos...”

But before you could continue, he changed the topic.

“I believe your tea is ready...” he said with an artificial lightness.

He relinquished your hand and began preparing your cup. You watched quietly as he added honey and lemon.  When it was finished, he held it out to you.

You pushed yourself up and adjusted your position until you were sitting next to him on your bed, shoulder to shoulder.

“Thank you...”

You took the cup and sipped it. You hummed pleasantly at the warmth that followed down your throat.

“Is it to your liking?” he asked as he poured his own cup.

“Yes, thank you.”

He smiled, pleased with himself.  A mutual quiet fell over both of you as you both sipped at your teas and nibbled at your cakes.

When the cups were finally empty, the fatigue returned.  You leaned your head against Barbatos’s shoulder.

He looked down at you.  “Are you alright?” he asked softly.

“Mhm... just sleepy... “ you mumbled.  Then in jest you said, “did you slip anything else into that tea you made?”

Barbatos chuckled low in his chest.  His arm came around your shoulders in a partial embrace and he gently grazed his fingers on the curve of your shoulder. 

“I would never,” he replied.

More of your weight pressed against him as your body relaxed beneath his touch.  Slowly your head slid down into his lap, your hands pillowing beneath your cheek and against his thigh. He stiffened at first, but then breathed out a small gust of amused surrender as his hand began to pet you from the crown of your head to your arm in calming, soothing motions.

You closed your eyes.  “My muscles ache and my head is foggy,” you complained.

“You should rest,” he chided.

“I am resting...”

Barbatos chuckled. “I meant in your bed, beneath your blankets.”

“But you’re warm...”

“Your bed is also warm...”

“My bed doesn’t pet my hair.”

Barbatos laughed gently, deep and rich, and you couldn’t help but smile with your eyes still closed.

“Very well.  Let us make a truce.  You will lay beneath your covers and I will continue to pet your head.”

“Deal.”

Slowly you sat up and repositioned yourself until you were bundled snuggly.  Barbatos sucked in a quiet, calming breath to ease his nerves before he scooted next to you. He kept himself on top of the blankets, a crucial barrier between himself and you.  But you still did your best to snuggle into his side, your head tucked beneath his chin.  His hand continued its gentle treks across the parts of you that felt safest. Your body relaxed beneath his touch, and Barbatos closed his eyes as he inhaled the scent of your hair before releasing the air in a relaxing exhale.

While he didn’t like you being sick, he found this particular arrangement to be... quite nice... even if his heart was pounding wildly in his chest like he’d just run a marathon, every nerve of his body alive everywhere your body touched his.

“Barbatos...”

“Yes?”

“Your heart is beating really fast...” he could hear the teasing in your voice, wrapped up in beautiful delight.

You knew.

His own words echoed in his mind.  ‘We think there is enough time and there never is.’

‘Well...’ he thought, ‘no sense in denying it...’

“It’s because I want to kiss you,” he confessed quietly.

Your entire body tensed with bridled joy, and you couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across your lips as your cheek rested against his chest.  “I want you to kiss me too.”

Barbatos looked down at you, seeing nothing but the top of your head.

“Then look at me,” he said.

But even as he said it, it was his own fingers beneath your chin that tilted your face up to him.

Then he captured your lips gently with his, his hand cupping your cheek. Your skin still felt flushed, your breath hot with fever and laced with the scent of honey and tea.  But you hummed happily as he kissed you, and it was enough to reassure him, to make his chest warm with delight.

When your lips parted, he placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Now rest,” he chided, “so that you can heal and I can no longer worry over you.”

You nuzzled down into your bedding in acquiescence, pressed against him.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you mumbled sleepily.

“Always,” he replied.

A minute of silence passed, and Barbatos was nearly certain than you’d fallen asleep when you suddenly spoke again.

“Barbatos...”

“...yes?”

“Can you stay until I fall asleep?”

His arm squeezed you gently and he placed an indulgent kiss to the crown of your head.

“Yes.”

[shujohajohaminnie]

Office hours

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, Fluffy 

Word count: 3304 

Summary: The top student is having issues with a class she thought she would ace, only to find out there's a reason for her failing grade. 

A fab!reader, profanity, Pet names, Kinda Public sec, Raw sex, Breeding kink, Possessiveness. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything. 

The end of the semester was around the corner and you couldn’t lie, you were stressed out. You were top of most of your classes making sure to turn in the work either on time or early. So passing all your classes was going to be a breeze right? WRONG! You were passing all your classes except one. English lit. It wasn’t a hard subject, in fact, it was your favorite subject since you were a kid, the problem here was your professor. Kim Seungmin. He was known for being incredibly strict, but you were late to register leaving you with no option but to take his class. What you couldn’t understand was why the hell were you not passing his class, you were turning in his work, and you were sure everything was right. Was he failing you? No, he couldn't be. 

Adding to your stress was your shitty job as a coffee shop barista. The pay was shit, the hours were worse and the people were just unbearable. But you had a deal with your parents, as long as you were working and going to school, they’d pay for your college. It was the times you’d get home from work at two a.m incredibly tired, feet aching, in full body pain, and still have to complete your homework that you really wanted to just quit going to school in general. But you had dreams you knew you could only pursue through continuing your education. It would all be worth it, you had to remind yourself. 

You weren’t entirely shocked when Professor Kim asked you to stay after class to talk, but you were nervous. “Miss y/l/n” “Yes?” “I wanted to talk to you about your grade in my class” “Yes, Professor, I also wanted to talk to you about that as well” “Good, so you know that you are at risk of failing my class” “Yes professor, and I wanted to ask you why that was” “I have the exact same question for you y/n” Hearing him say your name sent chills down your spine. You weren’t blind, you noticed how hot Professor Kim was, but you hated him, no not hate, detest, you detested your Professor, Kim Seungmin.  “My class is starting… come to my office after and we can further discuss your grade” You nodded walking out of the class with your head low, why was he such an asshole. Such a condescending prick, and only to you, yes he was strict but he wasn’t rude to the other students. So what the hell did you do to piss him off, and why the hell did you feel so turned on when you were around him. 

“Hey” Hyunjin smiled, handing you a cup of coffee. You sighed, taking a seat in between him and a sleeping Minho. The perfect combo to cheer you up, your two best friends, and your favorite spot on campus. “What's wrong” Minho whipped his head up after hearing those words leave Hyunjin's mouth. Taking the role of the protector of the group even when he was tired. “What happened, who did it, what happened” “Minho Minho… I’m okay it’s just Professor Kim again” “Oh” he sighed, taking a sip of your coffee and resting his head in the palm of his hand to fight off his desire to sleep. “What did he do this time? '' Hyunjin rolled his eyes, putting down his pencil to give you his full attention. “He told me to go to his office after his class to discuss my grade” “You’re still failing?” “Yeah… but I don’t know why, I know the work that I’m turning in is correct… and I always turn it in early.”  “I seriously doubt that it has to do with your work…” “You think he’s failing me, Lee?” “I know he’s failing you” “Maybe we shouldn’t assume that yet” “Well do you have a better reason Jin?” “Well no-” “Then y/n I say you march into his office and demand to know why exactly your failing, and don’t be nice about it, stand your ground” “Okay” “What are you going to say” “Excuse me sir-” “ No fuck that… go in there and say hey asshole why the fuck are you failing me” “Please don’t say that y/n” “Then what do I say?” “Just go in there and say you know what I don’t understand how I could be failing when I understand all the material being taught to me, and ask if there’s any extra credit work that you could do” “You could do that orrrrrr you could do what I said” “Minho he already hates me, why give him even more reason to hate me more” “Okay but if you're going to do what Hyunjin said, at least don’t be completely nice about it” “Do whatever feels right to you” Hyunjin smiled patting your shoulder as you rested your head on the table. You were extremely tired, going to sleep at five in the morning just to wake up at seven in the morning to get ready for your nine a.m class. You sighed feeling overwhelmed by the situation trying to figure out what you were going to tell Proffesor Kim. In the midst of your thoughts you couldn’t fight your tiredness, taking Minho’s offer to cuddle and go to sleep on the beanbags the library stored. 

“Y/n… Y/n wake up” “Huh” You groaned sitting up. “What time did you have to meet Mr. Kim” “at 1:30 why” “It’s already 1:45” “FUCK” You yelled quickly gathering your stuff and making your way to his office. 

“Professor” You huffed walking through his open door. He was typing away on his computer not bothering to look up. “You’re late” “Yeah I’m sorry there was traffic” “You want to try that again?” “My cat died?” “Is my class a joke to you y/n'' he sighed, finally looking up at you.“What no no no absolutely not” “Because you seem to treat it as such” He stood up smoothing out his shirt.” you don’t come to class half of the time” He spoke lowly walking around his desk to you. “You’re an amazing student y/n, you’re incredibly smart, but attendance counts as a grade too” he closed the door locking it. You looked up at him noticing the close proximity. “I work sir and my manager sometimes schedules me during school hours” “And you could’ve told me so, I would’ve understood and tried to help you out” “I’m sorry, but sir… why am I really failing your class, I know my attendance grade wouldn’t impact my actual work grade enough to bring me down to an F” “What are you suggesting… that I’m failing you” “No no of course not” he scoffed, backing away from you walking towards his desk again. He sat down in his chair interlocking his fingers as he looked you up and down. 

“I have been failing you y/n” he smirked his eyes growing darker as they looked at you. “Y-You have?” “Mhmm” “Why” “Because I wanted to get you here” “Here?” “Here… in my office… I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get you here if you were passing my class” “S-Sir… why did you want me here” “Please Y/n call me Seungmin, you didn’t have any problem calling me that in you essay you turned in” “I’m sorry?” “You know… you’re a fantastic writer… but this erotica you turned in, well… it wouldn’t slide with any other teacher.” “Professor I’m lost” “Have a look” he signaled to his computer. You quickly made your way behind his desk, your heart beating out of your chest. What was he- Oh my God your eyes went wide as you read the first lines of what you thought was your Hamlet essay. 

I touch myself at the thought of you. As my fingers trail down my naked skin I imagine it’s your hands. I know it’s wrong to think of you this way, you’re my teacher, I’m your student. But I can’t help it. I want to feel you, I need to feel you. I want to be wrapped around your hands forever, but how can I? How can I possibly grasp your attention? Did you notice my skirts get shorter? The buttons on my top were undone. I just want you to lay me down on your desk while you make love to me. Looking me right in the eyes so I know that it’s real and not just a dream. Seungmin what do I need to do to be yours? 

You felt your body tremble as your eyes scanned the short work of pure filth you had written about you and your professor, it was the outcome of a night filled with too much drinks. You must have titled it wrongly and turned it in. “Professor… I am so sor-” “You know when I first saw you walk into my class I was stunned by how gorgeous you were, then I got to grade your work and see inside your head. So smart, and so beautiful you are, you drove me insane. After the first week, I knew I needed to have you, then you submitted this and confirmed that you felt the same way too” “Seungmin” “Yes honey” “Fuck me… please” 

He quickly grabbed your waist pulling you closer to him, kissing you like his life depended on it. His free hand clearing the top of his desk, disregarding everything onto the floor with a loud crash. “Seungmin… they’ll hear” “We’re the only ones here y/n… we could be as loud as we want” he whispered against your lips. Just hearing him say that made your eyes roll back as a moan slipped out of your parted lips. “You like that honey… you like being able to scream out my name”. He laughed picking you up onto his desk, Sitting back in his chair, he examined you closely. He noticed the way your thighs clenched together. “Show me baby… show me how wet I make you” You bit your lip as you spread your legs wide for him. Much like the other days, you wore yet again another short skirt.  “You wore these for me?” He asked his finger trailing up the fabric of your black lacey underwear. You picked out your outfits especially for him, from the underwear to even the socks with the ruffles, prepared to look amazing for him in any circumstance. 

Yes, you detested him, but you didn’t hate the idea of him fucking you like you two didn’t have class tomorrow. “Who makes you this wet?” He smirked his fingers looping into your underwear band peeling them off your sopping cunt achingly slow. “Hmm?” “You” You whispered, your hand grazing his. You didn’t feel like waiting you wanted him now. He finally managed to get your underwear off, slipping them into one of his drawers before he turned to look up at your face. The look in his eyes was different than when he would usually look at you. He wanted you just as bad, all he wanted to do was flip you over and fuck you. He had pictured this for so long and was happy that it was finally happening, But he also wanted to tease you. His fingers trailed up your thighs pushing them apart wider. You pulled up your skirt higher for him to see you, all of you. “Fuck” he groaned seeing your pussy glisten with arousal, you were thinking of him, he got you like that. “Who’s pretty girl are you?” “Your’s” You gasped feeling his fingers slip into your tight hole without warning. He got closer, pressing his lips to your inner thigh. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his lips so close to where you desperately wanted him. He gave you one more kiss before he began to lick at your clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You grabbed his shoulders for stability as you threw your head back a quiet moan slipping out your lips. “Louder… I want to hear what I do to you” “FUCK” You cried out as he moaned into you, sending vibrations through you, helping you closer and closer to your peak. “Can I see those pretty tits honey… show me your pretty tits” He smiled curling his fingers up and hitting your favorite spot perfectly. You arched your back wanting more of the feeling, more of the attention, more of his love. Your fingers plaid with the hem of your shirt slowly inching more and more up. You made the best choice of wearing a matching black lace bra. Could you even call it a bra, it wasn’t covering hardly anything. He groaned at the sight his free hand going straight for the clasp in the back, undoing it in one swift movement. “Take it off” “Yes sir” You giggled following his orders and placing it in the same drawer where he was holding your panties. “Seungmin I’m gonna cum” “Cum baby… cum for me”. He played with your clit again pulling your closer and closer till you were releasing on his tongue, not stopping his movement, wanting to get you through your orgasm. 

“You taste so good” He smiled grabbing the back of your head and pulling you into a hungry kiss, much like before. You could taste yourself on his tongue, it was better than you ever imagined. Your fingers would never be able to do you justice, they weren’t his fingers. No other person's mouth would feel as good on you like his did. It’s like you two were made specifically for each other. You know he’d know it as soon as he’d feel you wrapped around him. Fit perfectly just like a puzzle. “Seungmin… I need you” “You have me honey” he knew what you meant, but he wanted to hear you say it. He wanted to hear the words from your mouth, he needed to know he wasn’t dreaming.“I need you to fuck me” You whispered against his lips, trailing down his jaw and neck. You wanted to leave a mark. If you could leave behind your initials you would, but this would have to do. You needed the girls that were constantly around him, whether they were his students or other teachers, they needed to know he was taken. He was your man, and they better not fucking touch him. 

“Yeah that’s what you want” “Mhmm” You hummed continuing your art on the soft skin of his neck and collarbone. He pulled you off the desk turning you around so that you were resting on your stomach bent over the desk. Just like you imagined it time and time again. You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his pants coming undone and falling to the ground. As much as you wanted to be the one to do the honors, and give him the best head of his life it’ll just have to wait until next time. “You’re my pretty girl” “All your’s” You moaned feeling him trail his already leaking tip through your wet folds. “Forever yours” You reached for his free hand interlocking your fingers. You kissed the top of his hand as you felt him slowly press into you. You bit your lip as you felt that delicious stretch you so badly craved. Much like him, his cock was long, and him not wearing a condom allowed you to feel every vein, every beautiful detail. Surprisingly he was thick, which you didn’t expect. He wasn’t thick to the point that it was painful but thick in the way that he filled you perfectly, and he thought so too. This definitely wasn’t a dream, no. It was heaven. 

“Tell me when” He spoke through gritted teeth, it was taking everything in his not to just thrust into you like crazy, like he would his hand almost every night at the thought of you. No, you were real, and he could really hurt you, so he had to be careful. “G-Go” you nodded gripping his hand tighter. He pulled back and slowly sank right back into you. He gasped at the feeling, this was truly better than he could've ever expected. “You… you feel so good” he groaned digging his fingers into your hip as he continued to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace. For sure to leave a bruise. A mark with a lustful memory. “Seungmin” you breathed out your nails scratching the wood of his desk. Leaving behind lines in the glossy finish. You were leaving behind a memory yourself. For every time he came to his office to work he’d see that and remember this exact moment. 

“We can be as loud as we want” his words echoed in your mind. As the pleasure began to sink in moans started to slip out of your lips. Pure pornographic sounds, he didn’t hold back either. Speaking profanities and praises. If someone were to pass by it wouldn’t be a secret what was happening behind the locked door. With the way that both of your moans bounced off the walls and combined together into a beautiful song. The way that the sound of skin slapping filled the room. It was obvious. But you didn’t care, neither did he. He quicked his pace feeling the way you tightened around him giving him a sign that you were close, he wasn’t that far off either. He moved his hand from your hip going straight to your clit. You threw your head back onto his shoulder gasping at the intense pleasure you were feeling. “You gonna cum pretty… you gonna fucking cum” He spoke through gritted teeth, fucking you harder. You nodded not being able to form words. Tears began to fall down your face. No doubtly ruining your makeup. “Seungmin… I- Uh… I” “I know baby I know…. Cum for me… can you cum for your professor, can you be a good student and come for me”. You did shutting your eyes as you felt yourself release on his cock. “Where do you want me to cum y/n… you want me to cum on the pretty face” “In me” you whispered holding his arm that wrapped around your chest. “Oh pretty girl you want me to cum in you… You wanna have my babies” You moaned at his dirty words, nodding your head yet again. He grunted painting your walls white with your cum, continuing to thrust into you through his orgasm. 

He sighed sitting in his chair pulling you into his lap, still inside you. He opened his laptop and went into his grade book adding a zero behind all of the ten’s he had previously graded your assignments as. “They were 100’s all along” “So you just wanted to stress me out” You laughed rolling your eyes as you pulled down your shirt catching your breath. “It got me you… didn’t it” “You always had me Seungmin… you would have had me sooner if you were nicer to me”  “Don’t sit here and lie to me that it didn’t turn you on even a little bit” “Maybe it did, but I really thought you hated me” “I could never hate you Y/n”

[romanreignsbae]

I’ll help you - R.R

Me and my boyfriend Joe of 2 years now have always supported eachother no matter the circumstances. More recently Joe's schedule has been hectic as ever, because football season has started and he has a minor problem consuming him.

Since he came into college on a full ride scholarship for football this doesn't mean grades don't matter. He's an student athlete so his grades are always took into consideration before football.

Me and him have basically have all our classes together. In one class specifically, he's been struggling and is on the verge of failing, if his grade goes any lower, he will be taken off the football team until it goes back up and he can't have that.

We have a test in 2 days that's worth enough to bring his mark back up, so here I am in our dorm room trying to help him study.

I'm explaining the question thoroughly to make sure he understands. "So, Joe do you get it?" I ask him. I get no response so I look up at him seeing he's staring at me in awe. He then keeps eye contact while pushing my hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear. I blush profusely.

"Your so gorgeous baby, you know that" he talks in low voice while questioning me. But no- I can't fall for this right now.

"No Joe don't try to sweet talk your way outta this, you gotta get your grade up otherwise you won't be able to play" I remind him. He groans loudly before throwing his head back clearly annoyed.

I don't blame him because this is a pretty hard class, even for me. "C'mon Joe-" I get cut off with lips being smashed onto mines.

I try to pull away but he only deepens the kiss. I decide to let him get everything outta him, before I lecture him a little. He pulls away smiling at me with a proud look on his face. He reaches out and runs his finger over my now bruised bottom lip.

"Joe now seriously let's do a few more questions…then we can lay down and take a nap together" I try to compromise.

"Alright fine" he replies. What takes about 30 minutes we get through about 4 questions and I can see Joe's kinda starting to get the hang of it.

"Can we finally lay down?!” he pleads me in a whiny voice.

I nod my head and leads me to our bed. I lay down on my back and he crawls on top of me, laying his head on my chest. I start running my hands through his hair and within a few minutes I hear light snores. Before I know it I feel myself falling into a deep sleep too.

I wake up the next morning and get ready for my first class. I always wake up earlier then Joe because I like a fresh start to my day. I usually wake Joe up around 15 minutes before we leave cause he barely takes any time to get ready.

We get through all our classes and before we know it, it's break. Me and Joe hold hands walking through the courtyard. Usually during break we just sit under a tree and chill. I read occasionally if he wants to throw a football around with his friends. But it's rare cause he claims he would rather spend his time with me.

We place ourselves down under the big tree that gives a shadow to block the sun. I open my book bag and pull out the text books we need for him to study.

"Babyyyy nooo, not during break" he whines. I try not to giggle at his tone.

"Yes Joe, you have a practice that runs late tonight, when you get home your not gonna wanna study and the test is tomorrow, so you need to study" I explain.

He surprisingly complies and nods while he leans his head onto my shoulder.

"Ok so I'm gonna give you a few practice questions, and if you need help wait until the end, I want you to try these yourself at first" I announce.

I grab my notebook and write out a few questions. I hand the book over to him and I see him writing. A few minutes later he hands me back the notebook.

He had a confident look on his face and I hate to burst his bubble but these were all wrong. "Joe sweetie, these are wrong, but you got all the steps right, your just rushing the end" I exclaim.

He's truly so smart he just needs to try harder, and if he did I'm confident he would be doing phenomenal in all his classes.

"I know, I just don't have any motivation for this type stuff" he tells me. He leans forward and tries to give me a kiss. I back away and he groans.

"Y/n baby, please let me kiss you" he begs. A idea then pops into my head.

"Okay Joe, how bout every question you get right, you get a kiss, but… don't rush otherwise you won't get one" I compromise to him.

His eyes light up. He shoots up and sits up straight. "Yeah yeah lets do that, gimme some questions" he says almost excitedly. I laugh at his excitement.

I hand him the notebook and this time he takes about 20 minutes, I calmly read waiting for him.

I look over the answers and squeal. "Yes Joe! These are all right! I'm so proud of you, your gonna do great on the test" I exclaim.

He smiles at me proudly "that's because I have the best tutor" he tells me. He then quickly pulls me by my sweater and smashes his lips onto mine. We share a mini makeout session, until I feel my head throbbing in pain.

I quickly pull away and keep my eyes shut, the pain is so bad. "Hey! What the fuck man! Why the fuck would you do that" I hear Joe yelling.

I open my eyes and see that a football is right beside me. Great. I've had a football thrown at my head.

"Owww" I whine out while trying to contain myself from crying.

Joe collects all my books and puts them into my bag, he then picks me up and I nuzzle my face into his neck, his cologne calming and distracting me from the pain.

When he stops walking I open my eyes to see we are in the nurses office. Joe explains what happend to me to the nurse.

She quickly tests me out. "Ok well, it's not a concussion, but I suggest you rest now, stay home from school tomorrow and go back if you feel right" she tells me.

I thank her and we leave, while we walk to our dorm room, Joe's shit talking the guy who through the football at me, and about how he's gonna beat him up during practice.

When we get back Joe lays me down on our bed and gets a ice pack placing it on my head.

"I'm gonna stay here, instead of go to practice today" he lets me know.

I feel guilt wash over me. "No no, go Joe I'll be alright" I try to convince him. He doesn't budge at all though and pulls me onto his chest.

The rest of the night we spend cuddled up in our bed watching movies and order takeout.

The next morning I wake up before Joe per usual and decided I don't feel good enough to go to school. I wake up Joe and inform him he needs to get ready, but I'll be staying here.

He offers to stay with me, but I protest since he has that test today.

"Your gonna do great baby, just remember take your time and double check your answers." I tell him.

When it's time for him to go he kisses me softly before asking if I need anything before he leaves, which i refuse to.

I spend my day reading a book I've needed to get to, I took the opportunity since I had nothing better to do.

I look at the time and see Joe should be back any minute. While I'm finishing the book I hear the door slam open. I turn to my side to see Joe with a massive smile on his face.

"Baby, baby! Look what I got on the test" he practically yells. He walks over to me and sticks his hand out. I take the paper from him to see '93%' bolded in red in the corner of the page.

"Joe, you did it! I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!" I tell him excitedly.

The rest of the night is a calm night, I decide I need some fresh air so I sit on the bleachers reading during Joe's practice. And we spend our night embraced in each other's arms.

[v-love]

The Name “Coryo”

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader, platonic Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader, brief appearance by Tigress.

Warnings: a bit of angst, brief violence, drinking. other than that, fluff. snow is kinda ooc in this, but we all have some guilty pleasures.

Summary: You, Sejanus, and Coriolanus have been friends for many years and throughout the years, you’ve grown to have a longing for Coriolanus. an eventful party causes everything (including your feelings) to be unraveled for both you and Coriolanus to see.

Word Count: 1353

DRABBLE

Requests: Open!

The story continues from the teaser bellow the cut.

the cool breeze brushes your skin gently, sending a soft chill down your spine while reminding you that winter is soon to come. you wait patiently for sejanus to show up as he told you he would, the students of the academy filtering out of the building. the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump, spinning quickly to see who made the noise. the sweet sejanus you had been waiting for was smiling down at you with his best friend coriolanus at his side.

it took you a second to process that sejanus was speaking to you, your eyes staring at coriolanus before shifting to sejanus. “i’m sorry, what were you saying? i’m in my own head lately.” you say, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Coriolanus didn’t let you know that your staring amused him, choosing to keep his collected demeanor.

now, Sejanus wasn’t stupid. he was your friend as much as he was Coriolanus’, he knew about your attraction to his best friend and if he was being honest, it was entertaining. to his surprise, Coriolanus speaks before he has the chance to. “he said he was inviting you to a party of sorts his family is throwing. we all are invited, i would like you to come with me as my date." Coriolanus says, his voice capturing your attention immediately with his pretty tone.

you were surprised, after all the years you and him had been friends, he had never asked you to be a plus one by him. “i would love to go with you, when is it?” sejanus then hands you a small card in response, one of many you were going to see today being given. “everything’s on there.” sejanus’ familiar eye scrunch being there as he smiled at you. as you looked at the card for the information, you missed how sejanus bumps coriolanus gently on the side, trying to get him to say more.

Coriolanus shoots him a pointed look, not wanting to out the fact that he too was attracted to you. Sejanus rolls his eyes at him a little and just then you look back up, both boys shifting to look at you. “do you want to match?” Coriolanus says quickly, not thinking about a different way to make it sound more appealing. you stare up at him before nodding, a soft blush blooming on your cheeks. “sure, we can match. i didn’t know you liked doing stuff like that.” you say, a smile softly gracing your lips.

he thought he would melt right there if it wasn’t for sejanus speaking up about how he loved the idea of matching with someone. just then, they all hear his mother calling for him from the backseat of their car. Sejanus blushed and bid his farewells as he got into the car, leaving you and Coriolanus alone.

“why do you always call me Coriolanus?” he asks after a beat of silence, looking over at you. you were surprised by the question and looked back at him. “i didn’t know you wanted me to call you anything else.” you responded, your eyes big and wide with curiosity. “well, i want you to call me Coryo.” he says, looking down at you from his nose. you only nod and watch as your ride pulls up to the sidewalk as it always did. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask him, the driver opening the car door for you. “you’ll see me tomorrow.” Coriolanus responds and watches you get in the car, your gaze meeting his.

“i’ll miss you until then, Coryo.” your tone was shy as you spoke, giving him a soft wave as the driver closed the door. he watches as the car drove off into the distance with a warm feeling in his chest. “she’ll be mine.” Coriolanus let the words sink into his mind.

“she will be mine.”

the day of the party came and you were being fixed up. “there’s no way he asked for all these to be done to me.” you mumble as you look at how exquisite you looked. Tigress giggles a bit as she curls your hair. “he didn’t, i did.” she says, ignoring your small protests. her fingers worked quickly to finish you up, the dress sliding on perfectly. “you’re stunning.” she muses, nodding a bit to herself as she circles around you.

later Coriolanus knocks on the door, asking if you were ready to go. as you step out of the room, you watch as his mouth slightly drops. he always knew you were beautiful, but this felt different. he took your hand and led you downstairs to join everyone else.

you all made it to the party, everyone and their mothers actually being there. you and Coriolanus hold each other’s hand as you both walk through the place. Sejanus was quick to greet you both before being swept away to greet others. “care to dance?” Coriolanus leans down and murmurs in your ear.

you agree instantly, wanting to avoid the dumb questions people had about your life. his hands gently guide you and you both dance together. “you look beautiful..” he comments, looking down at you. you smile a bit. “you look dashing yourself.” you say, your lips curling more as you see a tinge of blush adoring his cheeks.

“Tigress truly outdid herself.” Coryo says as he eyes sweep over your form. you felt shy as you looked up at him. “my eyes are uphere.” you say, giggling softly as his eyes dart to yours. “i can’t admire you a little longer?” he asks, a charming smile now on his face.

you shake your head and laugh a bit. “no, not even a little longer.” his hands tighten their hold on you as you dance, keeping you safe almost. “alright then, my lady.” he says with a dumb, regal accent. Coryo was different tonight, he didn’t care about whether or not anyone was watching to see if his cool facade would slips. he was simply enjoying the time dancing with you.

“i have something to tell you.” he says, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “promise me you’ll stay by my side no matter what i tell you…” he says to you quietly. “of course, you’re one of my best friends…” i respond, wanting to say more but letting him continue. you watch as his muscles tense a bit. “im running for president as soon as i can.” he says, watching your reaction.

“president..?” i repeat, looking up at him. “Coryo, that’s really big…” i say, looking a bit worried. “im going to support you no matter what, but i have to remind you of how cruel the Capital is already…i don’t want you involved in this like that..” you say, expressing your concern. Coryo’s hands cup your cheeks. “im sure you’ll change your mind when i say that i want you to be my First Lady.” he gently caresses your cheek as he speaks.

you stare up at him, speechless. “Sejanus is going to be my treasurer…at least i wish him to be.” Coryo speaks again, looking into your eyes. you blush softly and look away. “you want me to marry you.” i state and see him nod a bit. “yes, i do…” he confesses, all the years of that tension between you both breaking.

you reach up and kiss his lips gently, feeling him tense once more before his hands hold you closer. it was a quick kiss, but it sealed your fates. you were devoted to him, he was devoted to you. “you’re my equal.” he says to you, smiling a bit. “we can and will rule Panem.” he says and watches you nod. you kiss his lips again and the night couldn't have ended any better than it did today.

you were his equal. you were his partner. you were his First Lady, although that was to be determined by the public. you were his everything. Coriolanus was ready to go into University with you by his side, already figuring out how to start building up his reputation.

Author’s Note: hey everyone!! i’m so sorry for all the delays, storms were happening and it was hectic. i am planning on making this a series, so i’ll be working on part 2 very soon!!

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[svltzmans]

she's just not into you - r.b.

robin buckley x fem!lesbian!reader

steve has been looking at y/n y/l/n for months, to no avail. she just seems to have no interest, even with steve's kind gestures. he doesn't understand why. robin does.

a/n:

hi!! omg this is the first time i'm ever writing something like this! i hope someone sees it and likes it lol :) pls ignore any grammar mistakes i tried my best!!

"i can't believe you managed to score a date with the hottest girl in all of hawkins after my millions of failed attempts", steve remarks, his hands running through his almost-too-long coffee-colored locks. "you've seen it! she just isn't into me at all."

"well, you're not exactly tom cruise or anything", robin responds sarcastically, still lugging her trumpet case from the pep rally.

"tom cruise probably couldn't even pull y/n y/l/n anyway."

"but i could."

"don't remind me!"

the two best friends continue down the halls of hawkins high, robin's heart still pounding remembering what she had managed to pull off minutes prior.

she has a date. a real one.

with y/n y/l/n.

she feels like she'll always remember the exact moment y/n's lips lifted into a smile as she accepted her offer.

the hawkins high pep rally was one of robin's least favorite events of the year.

she loved playing the trumpet. she actually really did.

but playing it in front of her high school full of judgemental jocks and cheerleaders wasn't quite her speed.

nonetheless, she knew she would get to see y/n y/l/n in the crowd. and that made her confidently apply a little extra makeup in steve's car, despite the background noise of steve's babbling.

robin's heartbeat kicked up the second steve pulled into the hawkins high parking lot. she scanned the crowd, but caught no sight of the girl she wanted to see.

that was, until she stepped into the stuffy gym and began to ascend the bleachers.

"robin!", a familiar voice sang.

"oh, y/n! hi!"

"i'm excited to hear you play. i'll be right near the band section!"

those words make robin's stomach start to twist.

"i'll make sure to play as best as i can then!"

y/n laughs in a way that makes robin's cheeks flush a red so deep it's almost maroon.

"oh, y/n, i wanted to ask you a question actually."

oh god, it's happening.

"what's up, robin?"

it's actually happening.

"can you meet me below the bleachers at the end of the pep rally?"

robin's heart pounds while she waits for a response. sure, y/n doesn't know her plans, at least not yet. but simply the thought of her and y/n in privacy makes her feel nervous.

"yeah! i'll meet you there!"

robin simply smiles genuinely, nods, and starts the short walk to the band section of the bleachers.

the pep rally flies by in a blur. robin almost forgets the songs she has to play countless times, her mind only focused on what she wanted to say to y/n.

finally, the student population starts to file out of the gym, and robin makes her way to the bottom of the bleachers. to her surprise, y/n is already standing there, leaning against the wall.

"hey rob!"

the nickname sends a chill down robin's spine.

"y/n! you beat me here!"

"i couldn't keep the best trumpet player in hawkins waiting."

robin's face falls flush again, her hands nervously folded in front of her.

"i guess i'm okay. lots of practice."

"no, robin, you're really good at it. i know a pep rally is supposed to be about school spirit and whatever other bullshit, but i was watching you play. and trying to listen despite how loud everything was."

robin is shaken by how genuine y/n sounds. she knew y/n was kind. she had just never experienced it this personally.

she knows she can't hesitate any longer.

"y/n, do you wanna maybe go get a coffee with me tomorrow? after school?"

she had done it. she had asked one of the most coveted girls at hawkins high on a date.

countless hawkins boys had asked y/n out. robin had even witnessed some of the rejections y/n had dished out, noting the guilty look on the girl's face.

and steve was right. he had tried, quite a few different times. y/n was always kind to him, but never in a more than platonic way. he didn't understand why. had he done something wrong?

"of course i will, robs. that sounds like a lot of fun."

robin then understood why.

[sea-of-dust]

Could we please get general relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, Haru, and Sumire (if you'll write for her) from Persona 5?

Power of LOVE!!!

Phantom thief girls x GN! Reader

relationship headcannons

notes: ima have to start naming p5 annons 💀. Also, THEY'RE MULITPLE?! Thank you for reminding me to add sumire and akechi to the clarification post btw

This girl WILL know your clothing size but by a simple glance and go "you want me to dress you?" You don't have to answer that question you WILL be bought clothes along with other things you like

She likes leaning into you, smirking a bit and whispering in your ear "we should kiss" "!" your face is as you turn around and look at her of course you give in using a book to cover the views of other students,Ryuji, or you'll just look at her shocked. Either way she still ends up satisfied one way or another

She likes when you come to shoots with her. Happy when she's posing and she just sees you throw a little thumbs up, it's always lifts her spirits.

She will not let you leave without her. You could be getting ready to go and she'd just "where are you going?" "Home, my mom called I told you" "take me with you!" "You're already home though" "Home with with you wait here lemme get dressed!" You had to explain to your mom the sudden guest

She's bragging about you. Alot. If she feels like she can't go a day without telling Ryuji "they made me breakfast I love them so much" she thinks of you so much it almost scares her when you tap her shoulder. "Ann?" "Yes my darling?" "." Ryuji looks at her "Why yes my dear" "oh my god" he burries his face into his arms leaning into the desk as you two continue to call eatchother affectionate names.

She probably has your dox from the school ids has been down bad since. It's way more obvious when you two start dating. "You're so soft just like what the Id shows" "excuse me?" "Oh- nothing"

study dates early on are her go tos, as soon as you two get more used to each other she's often on doing simple domestic things with you.

Will sneak around you when you're in shibuya you're not escaping. So when you turn around and see her thinking it's a coincidence it's suddenly a date. She would come home nearly collapsing but it's worth it

Tries not to ask much of you except when it comes to school one homework she KNOWS you didn't do it's over. "Did you do your science packet" "yea why?" "Good what's the answer to 2" "two uhhhh...d?" "...I'm comming over" "ITS JUST THE FIRST PAGE" you bond with Ryuji over this you two come to school after those nights with background music and look like you two about to crawl to class.

She WiLL cling onto you!! If you dare to go anywhere scary you will have to run with her added weight. She tries to run with you and then one ominous can shes weak in the knees, so you try to avoid scary things to the best of your ability

Its obvious she's gonna be dragging you to akihabara. New game came out? "HEY Y/N" "I'm already dressed" "YAY! RUNNING OVER"

She's 100% calling you a cringy name as SOON as you pick up. "Hey my pookie wookie smuckum baby shawty thingy nugget person human thing" "...." "DONT HANG UP"

She wants hugs forever stay with her!! You should sleep over!! You should stay on a call for her for an entire day. Yea she loves these little brain thoughts while you're terrified of them.

Forces you to match pfps on ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING. No matching pfps? You Hate her simple. "I wanna use this theme I found" "do it with me!! 👹👹👹👹" "chill with the emojis!"

Joker and Sojiro WILL run a check on you as soon as Futaba isn't there. You date her you must answer these dubious 5!! As much as the intense looks were exchanged turned to "wadya think" looks back and fourth little to say that approved

She's sending you everywhere with her! You're having dates every week and will almost straight up refuse to let her pay

Very affectionate and often likes showing pda, if you aren't much of a fan it's alright she'll be minimal with it or just stop all together. She does like laying her head on your shoulder while your walking together

Interested in watching shows you like and talking about them she's gonna come up to you and be like "you haven't watched this scene yet?" She doesn't spoil it but it's incredibly tempting to just to get your reaction.

She dosent insist but she loves hand holding in public. She tries not to squeeze too hard but your hands are so warm! When you initiate the hand holding it just makes it so much better.

Refuses to let you sleep in another room. If you so dare to say "you have the bed ill sleep on the couch" expect the very momment you drift to sleep to be lifted off the couch and with her to the bed. If you ever so dare to wake up and try to leave the girls gripping you tight "where are you going?" Her voice is so soft almost distracts from the fact you might need a doctor after this squeeze. "Stay here I don't wanna be left alone with all the plushies" she rubs her face into your back, seeing no other option you slept there.

She daydreams of you SOOOO much. It's crazy she thinks of you so much she finds It hard to focus. She'd think it's embrassing she thinks of you so much but then she'd imagine you brushing her hair to the side and going "you look wonderful today Sumire" girls brain just BOOM

If you'd ever dare to say you haven't eaten, she'll open her bento and offer a bit of it to you. "I don't see why you can't have some?" "Sumire...I don't like sausages" "don't worry there's rice" "you really don't have to"

She wants to try and play a sport with you. Don't wanna run? Table top tennis! Or maybe darts! She will need encouragement, but is super good

She likes asking out on just outings in shibuya to just "I'm watching my senpai's right now wanna see if they'll put their rivalry aside and be normal?" You go with her no matter the reason the only time this back fired was when akechi recognized you and tried to get you to settle if vegans eat animal crackers

She won't tell you when she has an issue that much. Unfortunately for her, you notice quickly hugging her or patting her head. She won't tell you, but she loves when you do this. It's comforting knowing she doesn't have to say a word and you'd be there

[http-angelite]

can you do Craig Tucker x reader head canons??ఌ Like what is he like before and after the relationship. Like give me the good sides and the bad sides and silly sides of a relationship with him.

(i mainly want the silly side)

The reader is preferably fem but cab also be gn if you want! ALSO DRINK WATERఌ

LOVE, ANONఌ

❦❦❦

♡ craig developing feelings for you ♡

characters: craig (aged 16-17)

note: since this is such a broad request and i have SO many ideas for craig i decided to make multiple posts based on this request. that way it won't be ridiculously long, and it'll be easier for me to write + organize. i hope that's okay! i will continue working on the others as soon as i upload this, and they will all be posted sometime today ♡ tysm for reminding me to hydrate, i don't think i've had a single cup of water today, so i'll get right on that :)

➤ fem reader

you and craig both go to the same school. you share a few classes with each other, but neither of you really ever talked or engaged with the other. there was no particular reason for that, you just had your friend group and he had his.

he wasn't the kind of person to start conversations with anyone he wasn't friends with or didn't know. you were a lot more outgoing than him, but you've just never had much of a reason to talk to him. he seemed, to you, like the kind of person who didn't wanna be bothered, so you didn't.

he saw you around school pretty often, and he had to admit that he thought you were really cute. after some time, he began to notice you more and more. you laughing with your friends, helping others with their work, almost always smiling and doing your best at everything you did.

he didn't often pay attention when another student had to present something in front of the class. if it was you up there, however, he couldn't help but watch and listen. he enjoyed the way you spoke so eloquently with that sweet tone of your voice.

the more you caught his eye, the more he thought about talking to you and being your friend. you always seemed so nice to everyone you talked to, and people always seemed happy to talk to you. but he has a hard time starting conversations, and found himself overthinking every time he considered trying.

craig noticed that you rarely, if ever, participated in any kind of drama with other students. you were just kinda chill and very unproblematic. he definitely appreciated that, since he did his best to stay out of drama himself.

he had always heard nothing but nice things about you. if you ever came up in conversation with his friends, he'd hang on every word spoken about you. he'd sometimes ask his friends who knew you more about what you were like.

one day, you and craig were paired together for a group project in one of the classes you shared. he was nervous, but excited that he now had an excuse to talk to you, and you kind of had no choice but to talk to him. you were pretty excited to meet someone new, get to know him, and maybe even become friends. :)

you two moved your seats next to each other, introduced yourselves, and exchanged numbers. he did his best to keep cool and participate in conversation, trying not to seem awkward, but you could tell that he was a bit nervous.

you guys started texting each other with ideas about the assignment, as well as plans to meet up to work on it, but then you began also talking about other things. you would often ask questions about him. you'd ask how his day was, what his favorite classes were, what kind of hobbies he had, and other things like that.

he greatly appreciated what a good conversationalist you were, as well as the fact that you were interested in learning about him. it made him feel more comfortable and confident when he spoke to you. then he began to ask you similar questions about you in return.

he learned that you were actually pretty funny and intelligent, on top of being kind and pretty. you were able to make him genuinely laugh, which was kind of hard to do. when he looks back on it, he believes that was the moment you had officially stolen his heart.

you and craig started hanging out together to work on your project. you both found a significant amount of joy in each other's presence, and you both began to look forward to every time you met. you guys got the assignment done a little early since you both enjoyed working together so much that you did so practically every day.

you both started to consider each other a friend instead of just a classmate, and he slowly began to develop feelings for you. since he wasn't much of a romantic, and he had never really had these kinds of feelings for anyone before, he did not understand them much at all.

his friends, on the other hand, immediately noticed how much craig seemed to like you. i mean, he was so different with you. he was nicer, more talkative, and he smiled more with you. they noticed every time he'd giggle at a text you sent him, every time he said something complimentary about you to them, and every time he complained about another guy being too close to you or talking to you too much. he definitely liked you.

every time they brought it up to him, however, he'd deny it, thinking that his friends were just jealous because none of them had such a friendship with a girl. but, the more they talked about it, the more he realized that he did, in fact, have feelings for you.

"no, i don't have a crush on her. I just don't want her to date anyone else."

"just because i think she's the prettiest girl at school doesn't mean i like her."

"sure, i think about how i'd like to hug her and hold her hand all the time, but that doesn't mean anything."

"yes it does, dude."

"... nuh-uh."

"yeah, sometimes i think about what it would be like to kiss her but... wait, guys, i think i have a crush on y/n."

they were so relieved when they finally got it through his head.

but now is when he really starts overthinking. he had no idea what to do with these feelings now that he actually knew what they were. should he tell you? does he ask you out? how would he even go about that?

he does want to ask you out, but he's never asked anyone out, nor has he ever been asked out before, so he had no idea how to do that.

craig also feels like you're way out of his league, and he was worried that you might agree with him. he worries about not being good enough for you in general. and what if you don't like him back and it messes up your friendship and/or you stop talking to him?

and, don't get me wrong, he typically is not the type to be insecure (although, he also isn't the type to be super confident), but he feels like he's just being realistic when he thinks that you deserve better than him. he has a hard time displaying his emotions, so he thinks that you'd probably prefer to be with someone who would be more openly affectionate with you.

he has no idea that you've developed feelings for him too. if you confess to him or ask him out first, he will be sooo happy! you'll get to see his cheeks turn pink as he gets all shy and speechless, while trying his hardest to stay cool.

if you don't, then it probably takes him a little while before he ever tells you how he feels. he's just so nervous! he's so happy being your friend that he'd hate himself if he ruined what you guys already have together.

it most likely takes one of your or his friends telling him that you have a crush on him for him to actually start planning on how to ask you out. but, no matter how many times he plans out the moment in his mind, or how suave he is when he does it in his head, he definitely just blurts it out at the most random point in conversation and it catches you hella off guard.

"so, then my friend said that we should all go to-"

"i'm in love with you."

"what?"

"what?"

he will not repeat himself pls don't make him

"what did you say?"

"nothing."

you take a second to process, making sure that you heard him correctly, before you giggle and his hand in yours.

"i'm in love with you too."

once those words leave your lips, he smiles so earnestly, in a way you, and many others, had never seen before.

my second request! ty for reading :) i hope you enjoyed! i am going to take a little break before i work on the rest of this request bc my laptop died as i was about to post this the first time and it deleted the whole thing, so it took me twice as long to finish bc i had to start writing the whole thing over again :,)

ty for requesting! any and all feedback is appreciated ♡

[justcallmecj]

Seeing Your Dragon Form: The Rest of Them

Well, here's the last of the students. This will be a short chapter with only Cater, Ortho and Silver since they're the only ones that didn't fit into a previous category. After this, I think I'm gonna write a staff chapter and finally end this series. Enjoy~

Cater

Someone needs to take this mans phone away. Before he runs out of storage.

He literally screamed when he finally saw you.

Not from fear. Not from panic. No. From pure cuteness overload.

He rushed over to you, honestly stunning you for a short while, and pulled out his phone.

When you finally processed what just happened, he easily had around twenty pictures taken of you and a folder specifically for those pictures already made.

It's not like you particularity minded. After being friends with Cater for so long, you got used to the picture taking.

He's honestly really astonished.

Cater's always seen you as this amazing being that he admires. He doesn't quite understand it himself, but something about you just makes him want to be near you.

So, that's what he does. He sticks close around.

After Cater gets through the initial photo high, he chills out.

He's usually a pretty high energy person, but he doesn't know how you'd react to that in dragon form. He doesn't want to accidentally cross a line.

So, he sits down next to you and pats the forest floor next to him, signaling for you to come join him.

He couldn't resist snapping a picture when he saw how cute you looked with your head peacefully resting next to him.

He almost audibly gasped when he saw your ear twitch form the sound of the camera click.

"I'll make sure you get to see the pictures later!! But, for now, let''s just sit here." He whipped around to face you while his face lit up. "OMG!! You won't believe the funny videos I found today. Let's watch them!!!"

Ortho

This kid is the epitome of excited little brother.

The mist does nothing against him, so he's immediately on top of you.

You're pretty sure you can hear him activate like six different scanning and data collecting systems.

You expected that.

Within only a minute, Ortho had collected tons of data about how the transformation happens, how your body systems physically change, and quite a bit about how you change mentally (which isn't a lot).

After that, he just became extremely giddy and excited.

He asked dozens of questions, speaking too quick to realize you couldn't and wouldn't answer him.

He poked and prodded a few scales until he realized that was rude and apologizing.

Eventually, when he was sure he gathered everything, he settled down.

He just sat and watched. When he noticed you looking at him with confusion, he gave and answer.

"Oh, I expended a lot of energy today and my battery is in the 40s. Plus, my brothers unfortunately not at the dorm right now, so I'll have to wait for him to properly hook me up to my charger. For now, I'll save energy by shutting off a few systems."

Excepting that answer, you resting your head near Ortho, getting close enough that he could pet your head, which he did once he understood your intentions.

 "You kind of remind me of the cats in the videos my brother watches late at night." Ortho was recording that whole time and showed the video to Idia later that night when he was charging.

Silver

You couldn't tell if he was chill or just didn't have the energy to show what he was feeling in the moment.

Regardless, he stood in place until he felt you were relaxed and comfortable.

When that time came, he calmly approached you until he was at the end of your snout.

He reached out a hand and gently placed it on the bridge of your nose.

He didn't move his hand, just left it there. It was actually a really nice feeling.

Unlike Sebek, who had never seen Malleus's dragon form which left him in shock after seeing yours, Silver has actually seen Malleus in that state. Of course, it was when he was a young child, but that doesn't mean much.

Considering that Lilia had raised both Silver and practically Malleus, Malleus was one of the first people Lilia had introduced Silver to.

As a child, he was weary of Malleus. So, Malleus had revealed his dragon form to the young child in hopes of him getting more comfortable around him. And it worked.

Because of these childhood experiences, Silver wasn't frightened, wasn't weary, wasn't out of his element. He knew exactly what to do.

Which is why he didn't move when he placed his hand on your snout, finding it best to stay calm and still, knowing how heightened your senses may be.

And it was appreciated. Silver was the last of your friends to do this. You found it easier to take it one by one for stress reasons. The others all had so different and versatile reactions, all fitting of their personalities.

Those that were more silent were quick and analytical. Those that were loud were all over, a lot to handle at once. Others were stiff and weary, which took more thought and patience from you.

Silver, however, was pure calm and still indifference. He wasn't excited or studying you. He wasn't asking questions or keeping a distance nor coming unnecessarily close.

He was just there. His eyes were tired and slow, his muscles loose and drowsy. He was tired, but made sure you knew he was there.

Silver said nothing. Eventually, his feet got tired and he sat, soon falling asleep. When he woke up, you were there, human again, and watching him with an appreciative smile. A smile he returned.

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Highway Home

Jazz and Kyle have a little chat about their brothers after the brothers in question leave the two of them stranded on the freeway and forced to walk home.

Based on the prompts: Jazz and Kyle are stuck wandering the freeway after their brothers show up and steal Kyle's car. [from @camels-pen], and “So how do you feel about the fact that ‘that Fenton kid’ always refers to your little brother, whose infamy has made him far more well-known in the school than you?” ...Maybe Jazz wants some crazy rumors too. [from @dragonsdomain]

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[Warning for death threats (to siblings), and a creepy guy showing up for a hot minutes, but thankfully Jazz and Kyle aren't stupid]

"Well that just happened," Kyle Weston said flatly as his car drove away with his brother and that Fenton kid inside, apparently chasing after something, although Kyle hadn't seen what.

He looked to his side where the other Fenton kid was standing with her arms crossed, looking only mildly annoyed, given the circumstances. She had been catching a ride with him back from the academic decathlon team victory party—they'd kicked Elmerton Central High's ass, and Jackie Calloway threw a huge party at his fancy house in Polter Heights to celebrate.

The party had been awesome, but Kyle wasn't really a night owl, so when Jazz—the team's MVP—said she was gonna head home early, and then her parents wouldn't pick up the phone, Kyle offered to give her a ride.

Now the two of them were standing on the side of the freeway as it grew steadily colder and darker. Which was... significantly less awesome than hanging out at Jackie Calloway's party.

Even so, the two of them knew their respective brothers well enough that a circumstance such as this was all but expected at this point.

"Guess we're walking home," Jazz said with a sigh.

Kyle groaned, but didn't outright complain as the two started to walk along the side of the freeway toward home. The cars on the road passed them at frighting speeds, throwing gusts of wind their way that did nothing to combat the rapidly cooling evening air.

"At least it's only one more exit," Jazz pointed out optimistically.

That one more exit was over a mile away, and they would have to walk the whole way like this. Kyle hadn't even had the chance to grab his jacket when Wes forced him out of his own car, yelling that it was some kind of emergency.

"Wes doesn't even have his driver's license yet," Kyle grumbled. Wes only had. a learner's permit because he spent all his time screwing around with Danny Fenton instead of doing driving lessons with Dad. "If he wrecks my car, I swear I'll kill him."

"I wonder what all the rush was," Jazz said thoughtfully. "They didn't exactly explain much when they kicked us out. I hope they'll be okay."

Kyle really didn't understand what Wes' deal was with the Fenton kid. It seemed like Wes hated him one day, but they were buddies the next, and then enemies again a week later. He hoped they either made out, or broke up, or whatever needed to happen to make the two of them chill out.

He looked over at Jazz again, and reminded himself for the second time that she was a Fenton kid, too. He wondered if it ever made her self-conscious, that even though she'd been going to Casper High for tree years compared to her brother's one, his reputation was so much more significant than hers.

Sure, pretty much everyone knew Jazz Fenton. Her tutoring list was substantial, so a lot of students even knew her personally, but if they didn't, most still knew of her. Kind, helpful, in line to be valedictorian, highest scorer ever on the CAT exam. But people knew Jazz in the back of their minds, whereas what they knew of her brother was front-and-center. His reputation spread far and wide, so basically everyone in town knew of him.

The passing cars had been too loud to let them carry a conversation, but when there was a lull in traffic, Kyle figured he might as well take the opportunity to ask while it was just the two of them.

"So hey... does it ever, like, bother you that when people say 'that Fenton kid', it always refers to your little brother?" he asked. "I mean like, how does it feel that his infamous reputation has made him way more well-known around school than you are?"

Jazz side eyed him, pulling her cardigan closer around her.

"I'd think of all people, you'd know," she replied. "Aren't you basically in the same situation with Wes? I don't think I've ever heard anyone say 'that Weston kid' and mean you."

"Fair point." He shrugged. "But still, I'm curious. Same situation, different people right. Maybe you feel differently about it than I do."

"Alright, I'll bite," she relented. "But you've gotta tell me your feelings on the matter so we can compare. Otherwise, it's not very scientific."

"Deal," Kyle agreed immediately.

Another car drove passed, and they paused their conversation until the Doppler effect had faded enough for them to be hear.

"So how do you feel about it?" Kyle prompted once it was gone.

Jazz looked into the distance, her lips pursed in consideration, and then she shook her head.

"I don't know really," she said. "I guess mostly I'm just concerned for my brother, you know? What if this reputation he's developed as a weirdo and a troublemaker follows him into college and his future career? What if it prevents him from being able to network with people, and make new friends? But also...."

"Yeah?" Kyle encouraged, sensing that this 'also' was gonna be pretty juicy.

"Well... maybe I want some crazy rumors too, you know?"

A car drove by right as she started to reply, and she had to yell to be heard.

Kyle put on an incredibly satisfied grin at that. He was right. That was a juicy 'also'.

She waited for the noise to fade before continuing.

"I mean, there are people at our school who genuinely, unironically believe that my brother's bladder can predict ghost attacks," she said. "How nuts is that? Your brother swears up and down that Danny is a ghost himself. And ever since all that pirate stuff, the entire freshman class thinks he's some kind of ghost hunting badass, even though he still gets bullied by the football players.

"There are people on the academic decathlon team—some of the smartest, most logical kids in school—who are completely convinced, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Danny is some kind of bad luck charm, because of a series of total coincidences that happened when he sat in on one of our practices. None of them were even remotely his fault, he was just waiting around so I could give him a ride home from school because he sprained his ankle.

"Obviously, I don't want people thinking I'm bad luck, but maybe something just a little weird going around about me would be fun," she finished. "Or make me seem like a little less of a goody-two-shoes at least."

"You want some kind of bad girl reputation?" Kyle teased.

"Well... no," Jazz said, half-shrugging and half nodding. "I like being a goody-two-shoes, but that's not all I am, you know? I can be just as creepy, and badass, and mysterious as Danny can." She punctuated her statement with a pout that was neither creepy, nor badass, nor mysterious.

Kyle shook his head and chuckled.

"To be honest, I don't get what the deal is with our school's obsessive ghost superstition," he said. "I've got a lot of friends online in gaming groups and I've never met anyone as adamant about the existence of ghosts as our classmates at school. I don't know if it's a gimmick, or some cultural thing I missed out on, or what, but it's so over the top."

Jazz laughed out loud, although, for the life of him, he couldn't tell if she was laughing with him or at him. She didn't say anything though.

He knew that she used to be just as much of a staunch skeptic as he was, but at some point in the last year, public opinion on the existence of ghosts had shifted dramatically, and he wasn't sure if her opinion had shifted with it or not. Even if she did believe in ghosts, at least she wasn't as much of a fanatic about it as everyone else was. At least she never spent an hour trying, unsuccessfully, to convince Kyle that ghosts were real.

"Alright, I've said my piece," she told him with a smile like she was humoring him. "Your turn. How do you feel about your brother being so much better-known around school than you are."

"Hmm...."

Kyle thought about it for a moment, his brows furrowed under the edge of his baseball cap. He probably should have thought about it before. It wasn't like he didn't know this was coming.

"I would have to say... I guess I'm like, half annoyed, and half relieved."

"Interesting," Jazz replied. "Elaborate."

Another car drove by, and they both shivered in the wind it blew their way. It was fully dark now, and Kyle was really regretting the fact that he hadn't thought to grab his Jacket when they got stranded.

When the chill passed, and the sound of the engine faded, Kyle chuckled to himself.

"Alright, sure," he allowed. "I'm annoyed because most of the people I talk to, when I mention Wes, they immediately recognize his name, and then they say they didn't even know he had a twin brother. So like, at least people know you exist, even if your brother's more well-known than you are.

"And I'm relieved because have you heard Wes' reputation?" Kyle all but snorted. "People think he's a total nut-case, some kind of raving mad conspiracy theorist. I'm much happier to wallow in anonymity than be the target of constant mockery. He's got such a reputation that people won't even believe him when he says something objectively cool.

"In computer class one time, a girl remarked that she hadn't seen any ducks at the pond in the park lately, and Wes said that was because they migrate south for the winter. Common knowledge, right? Except because it was Wes that said it, she opened a new tab and googled it right in front of him."

Jazz busted up with laughter. "Oh my god, really?"

"I swear to god," Kyle confirmed. "So yeah, if my choice is between obscurity and whatever Wes has got going on, I think I have the better end of the deal, honestly."

"Okay, I can see your point. At least for as wild a reputation as Danny has, his credibility is still pretty high."

"He did get featured in Genius Magazine," he remembered. "Some... gorilla thing, right? That'll boost anybody's credibility."

"Ha! Fair enough, yeah," she agreed. "Somehow, I always forget about that."

"Too bad my brother's just a doofus and not a genius," Kyle joked.

But Jazz didn't laugh at that, only smiled in such a way that was knowing as much as it was amused.

"I don't know," she said, and Kyle didn't like her tone as she said it. It wasn't... mocking exactly, but she spoke as if she knew something he didn't, and that bothered him. "Maybe he's just misunderstood."

"Maybe he's just a pain in the rear," he retorted with a scoff.

Another car came by, but this one slowed when it got close to them.

Kyle saw Jazz tense up, and he put himself between her and the strange vehicle, just in case.

A man leaned out the driver's side window to talk to them. "You kids need a ride?" he asked.

"No thanks," Kyle told him, smiling politely. "We haven't got much farther to go."

"Just the same, it's gettin' late," the man insisted. "I don't like the idea of two kids wandering the highway in the dark for any distance."

"And you like the idea of two kids climbing into a stranger's car any better?" Kyle raised an eyebrow. "If it's all the same to you, we'd rather take a mode of transportation that's guaranteed to get us where we want to go, instead of landing us dead and buried in the woods."

The man scowled. "Is that anyway to talk to a good Samaritan just trying to help?"

"What did you expect?" Jazz pitched. "You're a total stranger trying to pick us up off the side of the road even though we didn't indicate in any way that we were looking for a ride? You can't seriously be worried about us running into a creeper and not realize that you're acting like one, can you?"

Kyle glanced back at her and her thoroughly derisive look, impressed for a moment, before fixing his gaze back on the man, who scowled at the both of them, but pulled his head back in his car and drove off, grumbling the whole time. They waited until the man was a long way down the freeway before they started moving again.

"Damn, you sure told that guy," Kyle commended. "You can be badass."

Jazz flipped her hair for effect and rolled back her shoulders. "I did tell you, didn't I?"

"That you did."

"Now, come on. Our exit's just up ahead, let's take it before another creep drives by that we can only hope takes 'no' for an answer."

"Good call."

Their conversation faded as the two of them started to run ahead to the downtown Amity Park exit where they could finally get off the free way and onto the much safer surface roads.

Once they were back in town, they struck up a conversation about academic decathlon, and the computer camp Kyle went to, and the colleges Jazz had been touring lately as she chose where to apply.

Kyle's apartment was much closer than Jazz's place, but since it was already well after dark, he offered to walk her all the way home if she wanted. She thanked him, but politely declined, assuring him she could handle herself for a few blocks, and it wasn't a dangerous neighborhood. All the same, he asked her to shoot him a text when she got home so he wouldn't have to worry about her, and that, she did agree to.

He was just logging into his favorite online game, about ten minutes later, when the text came in from her, letting Kyle know she hadn't died on the way home.

It turned out Wes wasn't as stupid as Kyle thought he was, because he brought Kyle's car back in the same condition he'd taken it, and he'd even filled the tank. After examining it for scratches and dents, Kyle decided that his brother could live another day.

He asked Wes why he had taken it in the first place, of course. But Wes had replied with a long, convoluted story about the Fenton kid losing his powers and they needed it to chase after some evil, uber powerful ghost. After a couple of minutes, Kyle just cut him off and said he didn't need an elaborate lie and if Wes wanted it kept private so bad, he could just say so.

That, of course, made Wes irrationally angry, which was hilarious, and made the whole ordeal worth it in Kyle's opinion. He got to see his brother seethe, and he had a nice conversation with Jazz Fenton, so all in all, he couldn't even find it in him to be that mad about his car being stolen.

[pinkarachnia]

Lesbian Anime Review #12 - Revolutionary Girl Utena & Adolescence of Utena

Hey

That was funny revolutionary

How does one review a piece of media so foundational to everything else that it inspired?

Going into Utena, I felt like I wanted the show to prove itself to me. Why is this one always put on such a pedestal? When something is so universally acclaimed as this, it sets expectations so high it should be unreasonable for it to meet them.

And yet.

Utena serves as a reminder that sometimes we put pieces of media on a pedestal because they've earned gold.

In this show a girl transforms into a cow and the cow returns for the movie.

My biggest criticism of this show is it needs a flashing lights warning all over it. Some of the shots are really difficult to look at, which is such a shame considering how gorgeous the animation can be.

I don't know if it's possible for me to have an original thought about Utena. After finishing it and the subsequent movie, I spent some time listening to people's takes, impressions, and theories about it. I gained a lot of insight through that process. It helps that people have had a lot of time to dwell on this show and its meaning. When I finished it, I felt that I was still searching for more of that meaning. Utena doesn't try to explain what its themes and symbolism mean and a lot is left to the audience to interpret, but I got the distinct impression that it was supposed to carry a specific meaning, not something vague or nebulous. For a while this meant that I felt frustrated that after everything I still had lingering questions, as though there should have been answers I could have found, but by now I think I'm content. I found answers to the questions that needed answers, and what was left could remain unanswered and that was okay.

Anyway, Nanami episodes.

Utena is a show that has a serious plot with the duels and the student council and the absolute destiny apocalypse and all that, but every 4 episodes or so you're treated to a precious gift in the form of an episode centred around this little shit head.

She's the best character and she has ridiculous episodes that seem only tenuously canonical but I'll be damned if they weren't fantastic.

I really liked the part where she was pursued relentlessly by a group of elephants while she tried to acquire a rare spice to create a curry that will reverse Utena and Anthy's body swap.

RELENTLESSLY.

So this anime is about a girl called Utena who wants to be a prince because when she was a kid, a prince showed her kindness when her parents died and gave her a ring that would apparently lead her back to him eventually, and she thought that guy was sick AF.

Utena is good at sports and wears a masculine school uniform and all the girlies like her. She learns that the student council at her new school is fucked up and they've all got the same rings as her, which identify them as duelists. They have sword fights to determine who has the right to marry the Rose Bride, a girl called Anthy. Utena thinks this whole system is batshit, but she has to fight duel after duel because she just keeps winning and people keep challenging her. Anthy seems unnervingly chill about a lot of it, but also seems genuinely happier when she gets to be with Utena rather than any of the other freaks who are dueling for her.

Damn everyone in this show wants to beat up Anthy so bad! I mean, Utena doesn't but they're like girlwives so that's to be expected but everyone else loves smacking her around. I can understand why Utena's default response was to go protector mode, even though her attitude of wanting to protect Anthy and fight for her would be the thing that ultimately condemns them to inevitable tragedy.

Spoilers below the gifs!

The rest of this review is going to be messy. I'm not sorry.

At least one of the themes of Utena was unclear to me until after I had watched the movie.

I understood that the school represented adolescence in general and that escaping the school meant breaking free of that and becoming empowered with independence.

At the end of the series, Utena has a sword fight with the big bad, frees Anthy from her prison and presumably dies in the process. She had spent the whole series fighting for Anthy and trying to win her freedom, but the flaw in her thinking is that she never tries to help Anthy by empowering her. She destroys the power structures that were holding Anthy in place, but in the process she destroys herself, when what Anthy needed was for Utena to give her the strength she needed to leave on her own. Even after all the duels fought for her, Anthy doesn't have the courage to take that step by herself, and while Utena is fighting her evil brother, she stabs Utena, which might be the thing that ultimately kills her. Just like how Birdie Wing Season 2 stabbed me in the back after I gave season 1 a 10/10. Utena is dealing with a lot of her own shit this whole time too, which doesn't help her see through to the heart of the matter.

This is contrasted in the movie, Adolescence of Utena, which confused me initially because people had insisted that I watch it after the show and I assumed it might help me to understand more of the show, but it was mostly the opposite.

The movie is maybe an alternate universe, maybe a time loop. It's never elaborated on. The point is it's a retelling but a bunch of the parameters are changed. The relevant part here is that when Utena decides that she wants to help Anthy, instead of fighting her battles for her, she transforms into a car. Cars are used in Utena to represent the power of adulthood and the freedom it confers; the main villain of the series is almost always driving his car and uses it to manipulate and influence people. Utena turning into a car that Anthy can drive to escape the school was the exact thing she needed. From that point, Anthy becomes the protagonist of the film and is able to move forward herself. She is literally in the drivers seat, which is a kind of empowerment that Anthy in the series is never given. This is how I came to understand why Utena failed in the series.

I also liked that in the movie, Utena appears to go into it knowing she likes girls. In the series, there's a conversation towards the end where Juri is talking to Utena about her relationship with Anthy and Utena's response is to push back on the idea that she and Anthy have a romantic connection; she says that it's different from the way Juri feels about Shiori, that it's more "pure". In the movie, when Anthy is insisting that she's become Utena's wife after she wins a duel, Utena's response is that if they're going to have a relationship, they should move forward at a more natural pace. She doesn't deny that they could have a relationship, she just doesn't like that Anthy immediately shifts into wife mode the moment Utena wins a duel. But then they have a romantic dance and it's all good.

I haven't even talked about "all women are rose brides" and it's difficult to put into words how hard that hit me.

The imagery of Anthy in her rose bride outfit speared with a thousand swords holding her in place and the main villain talking about how actually, all women are just like that: items to be owned and preserved in adolescence without any power to choose or act for themselves. This show did so much.

And the Nanami development was unreal. The joke character who has an episode where she's despairing because she's convinced she laid an egg is the character who discovers that Anthy is being sexually abused by her brother. She's just had her own arc where she learns that her own older brother isn't blood related to her. He then comes onto her like, "this is what you wanted right?", and she rejects him. Nanami is repulsed by what she learns about Anthy and even more that Utena continues to live with Anthy while unaware. The way they grow her as a character is incredible. Thanks Nanami. Hit him with the 10 hit combo into command grab.

I could write another entire review just about Juri and her whole deal. Juri is the fencing club captain and she's crushing on the most toxic girl in the universe who's doing the whole Kaguya-sama bit where she thinks that if she tells Juri she likes her then she's losing at love, so instead she keeps getting into other relationships so that one day Juri might get jealous enough that she confesses first, but Juri just continues brooding and yearning. It's that toxic codependent yuri that everyone keeps talking about and this time I didn't even clock it when I watched the show, I need another lesbian to explain to me why people like Shiori. When I watched it, I just assumed she was a bitch! I was the Juri in the relationship, assuming Shiori was just an evil straight girl.

So yeah, everyone was right about Utena. It's one of the lesbian anime of all time. Ikuhara does it again. This guy really is my favourite director. This does mean I have some bias because I love all the things this guy does with his shows. I just need to watch Sarazanmai and I'll have seen them all.

Of course I'm giving this a 10; if not this then what are 10s even for? There's a lesbian sword fight in almost every episode. I'll be thinking about this show for the rest of my life. And I shouldn't need to remind you, but I cannot be killed. Zettai unmei mokushiroku.

Fuck, would it be too cringe to get that as a tattoo?

[restlesschilled]

TMagP 007 Reaction

Note: I'm a backer so this was done on Tuesday the 20th and set to post on Thursday the 22nd

Pre Statement

Same Night?

oh butterfly skins lovely

CELIA ASKING THE RIGHT QUESTIONS

"your sure"

Celia what a queen is she trying to find Jon and Martin?

okay so there is no way she doesn't know shes gotten pulled into a new reality right?

is Celia an audience plant?

Statement

hi chester

IM SORRY WHAT

HILL TOP CENTER BRANCH IN OXFORD

HILL TOP ROAD HILL TOP ROAD WE HAVE A HILL TOP ROAD ALERT

CHESTER REALLY WENT "HI CELIA I SEE YOU"

thats really jon in there isnt it?

LINE MANAGER YOU SAY (i know its just a term in the UK but it will always make me think of stellar firma)

"chill" and it was "all good" HAHAHAHAHAHA

ITS THE ANATOMY STUDENTS??

oh so the fur rug had teeth? oh that's nice

WAIT IT HAD TEETH, LIKE THE APPLE?

they're just trying to offload stuff a get a big tax deduction lol

sabbatical reminds me of the time Tim tried to ditch the institute and kept getting payed but was compelled by eldritch horrors to come back

"It was at this point I began to sense that I was starting to lose control of the situation." this statement is so season 1 Jon coded

TAXIDERMY ALERT

everyone these may be avatars of the buried

DING DING DING ITS THE BURIED

WEVE GOT A HUNTER EVERYONE

Post Statement

"The voice threw me" YEAH I BET IT DID CELIA

"Better than Norris, whiny little toad" dsfjgalkjgeruyiaog I MEAN SHE ISNT WRONG BUT DAMN ALICE THATS COLD

Oh god imagine when she hears Norris for the first time

IM SORRY WHAT

SAM WHAT

WHY DO YOU KNOW THAT

WHAT

THE

FUCK

HE SENDING EMAILS

WHAT DID THE EMAIL SAY??

"i have multiple copies of you FAILING TO DO SO" AHAHAHAHAHA

I still don't think Lena is willfully evil and I feel like this further makes my point, shes pushing people away to keep them from getting as deep as she is, like shes basically an archivist.

GWEN NO

GWEN DON'T DO IT

CAT2RC3338-03022016-12022024 the date of this shift is the same as last weeks episode which I assumed it would be because of Alice showing Celia around

I'm legit shaking

[theragethatisdesire]

I know you’ve said writing gojo scares you butttttt since he’s in your lineup for requests I was thinking number 9 with fluff and whatever else you want (: thank youuuuuu

okay i am still scared of writing gojo BUT he's so tasty i just genuinely can't deal with it. thank you for your request my love<333

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Since the day you tumbled into Gojo Satoru's sheets, you knew what your last words would be. From the moment he raised his blindfold to peer down at you with those icy blue eyes, you knew he would be the death of you. You just hadn't been willing to accept how literal that feeling would be.

Standing between the special grade curse and Nobara, unconscious on the floor behind you, the knowledge that Satoru is dozens of miles away with no idea of the position you're in sinks in your stomach like a rock. You're no novice, special grade curses aren't something that keep you up at night, but what hadn't been included in the intel was that this specific special grade had swallowed one of Sukuna's fingers. The lack of Itadori's presence is enough to tell you that Satoru, and by extension, the school, was unaware of this fact.

The curse shrieks at you menacingly, shockwaves of cursed energy echoing off of the walls of the warehouse. You feel a thick swallow slide down your throat, steel yourself.

Since the day you first felt Satoru's hands on your skin, his mouth on yours, you knew your last words would be.

Damn you, Gojo Satoru.

"That's not very nice," comes the voice over your shoulder, the very voice you've been desperate to hear for the last half hour. Not having realized you'd spoken out loud, you jump at his response, startled.

"Satoru?" You call out, disbelieving and unwilling to look over your shoulder, take your eyes off of the special grade that's snarling at you across the room. You don't want to acknowledge that it might really be him in the interest of not brewing a fresh batch of false hope in your chest, but you can feel a cold chill wash over you, a hard, invisible shield encasing you from the world around you, and realize that he's encapsulated you in his infinity.

"The one and only," Satoru, the master of nonchalance, turns you around, pulls you in for a deep kiss. You let out a muffled cry of annoyance, and Satoru pulls away, pouting. He frowns deeper, features wrinkled with uncharacteristic worry, when he gets a proper look at you: bruise already forming on your cheekbone and lip split. "This asshole really roughed you up, huh?"

"You didn't notice your unconscious student when you warped in?" You tip your head meaningfully towards Nobara.

"She'll be alright," Satoru and his damned six eyes don't look too concerned, a little crease appearing between his brows as he cups your chin, "are you?"

"I'm okay, I'm just," you hate the way your voice breaks, cracks under the weight of your exhaustion, "he has a finger, one of Sukuna's."

That finally catches Satoru's attention, and he nods determinedly, a small smile curling the corner of his mouth at the prospect of a fight that might actually entertain him.

"Hold on, I'll get us out of here, okay?" Satoru pushes you behind him, one of his large hands gripping your waist firmly in reassurance. "Just hold on."

It takes Satoru all of ten minutes to exorcise the curse, procure the finger, and not break a sweat while doing it. Sometimes you have to remind yourself that you're not an inadequate sorcerer, far from it, but that he's the Strongest. It's a comfort and a thorn in your side all at once.

"How did you know?" You ask him later, propped up on his kitchen counter with ice held to your swollen bottom lip.

"Know what?" Satoru hums, wrapping strong arms around your waist and nuzzling into your shoulder like a dog.

"That I needed your help today. How did you know?"

"Don't you know better than to ask silly questions?" Satoru leans back, boops your nose with a long finger. "I always have an eye on you."

"Thanks for sparing me a sixth of your focus," you roll your eyes, resting your forehead against his shoulder, too tired to deal with Satoru's chipper attitude.

There's something in the way he hugs you next, something in the way he pulls you so tightly against him that you can't breathe, the way he has his infinity off so you can really feel him against you. Something more than...whatever this is, whatever mess you two have created of your feelings for one another, of the blurred lines of professionalism and living on the precipice of certain death that keep you a hair's breadth away from truly being together. Satoru mumbles something unintelligible into your hair.

"What?"

"I'm sorry," his voice is hardly above a whisper, it trembles like you've never heard before, "I would have never let you take that curse on if I'd known about the finger."

"I am a sorcerer you know," a breathy laugh escapes you even through the tight knot in your chest, a desperate attempt to make the moment more light-hearted because you don't know if you can handle more of Satoru than he's already given you, "it's in my job description."

"I don't care," Satoru answers you, squeezing tighter, "if I had been any later, if the curse had been any stronger-"

"Satoru," you cut him off, leaning back to look at him. He's more solemn than you've ever seen him, no sparkle of mischief glimmering amongst the ice of his eyes, no smirk threatening to split his face open. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not going to lose you," he says, voice firm and soft all at once, "not today, not tomorrow. Do you hear me?"

"Yes," you whisper, eyes wide with shock.

"Good." Satoru's voice rings with finality as he pulls you back into him, rubs little circles into your back with his fingers. You can feel his chest thudding with the telltale rhythm of a pounding heart where it's pressed to you.

Maybe whatever you have with Satoru isn't rose petals and rainbows, but in his arms, you feel your body slump, your sharp-tuned instincts dull, and for the first time in years, you feel your eyes flutter shut and your mouth pull into a sleepy smile. Whatever the two of you have definitely isn't perfect, but it's home, and for now, that's enough.

[magicschmidt]

LIVE DEMO

mike schmidt x fem!reader gif creds: klausbens a mix of pure fluff + antagonizing pining ՞• ཅ •՞ bleh!

this came to me right when i had to go to sleep. i did not go to sleep.

have this that's so raven girl next door vision of becoming abby's diligent babysitter who refuses to take the title of her favorite - even if the schmidt household is breaking your own charts - BUT ALSO mike's daytime college passenger princess who gets dropped off after abby has - positive this is the least he can do while he hasn't paid you + that he's up to ALL good getting to know who abby never shuts up about, right?

your free ride is actually mike's test run on you - your live demo.

PLEASE READ UNDER THE CUT & SCREAM WITH ME please 😥 im begging you 😓

whatever the boymath, you don't turn him or your guys' world record coffee runs down. it's convenient! caffeine is inevitable for you both: him to steer the wheel as high-alert as can be, & you who lies through her teeth about the couch being cozy - mike wants to make up for the neck pain by painfully obviously sliding the barista an extra to double-shot your cup, but you swat at his arm and claim the gas he's using on you is more than enough - ways ahead that pizzeria of his.

oh, in addition to their television as background asmr teensily tinily running up the electricity bill.

you've never been, but whenever you do zoom past freddy fazbear's, you make it a point to ask what was up that shift, and by that i mean squeeze absolutely everything you can out of him.

you don't take 'uh... it was interesting' for an answer, it leaves too much to the imagination - sometimes its begging mike to do his best impression of a very hallucinatory?? very sinister?? balloon boy laugh which you echo, and he pretends to find chilling - or bombarding him with unserious ass questions like 'did that ominous cupcake gnaw at the iron bars of the vent again yesterday/today?'

you throw all time expressions out there, having lost track of it when you're with him anyway.

mike racks - ransack's his brain for when you've gotten so curious. why he can't let the yawning do the talking instead. or music you both hate. why he's so bothered by your persistence, but not in a bad way. he used to guess it was fair game you wanted to get to know him too. he likes that you always, always seem to be having fun with both him and abby, despite the inconsistency of your payroll.

now, the change from interviewer to interviewee is just common sense - just a touch more rare to you. he appreciates you.

& don't even try lying to yourself; you wake up in the morning for mike's reactions. you tuck abby in bed like your life depends on it, improv story-telling your heart out with her sticky-note flipbook per her request; it's a team effort.

with her turn up first, abby usually sits at the backseat with her headphones on and music off to take note of the dopey looks you guys exchange. she thinks 'it's too early for this', and not in the 'non-morning person night owl' way, but to nag at herself to 'stop already shipping y/n with mike they don't know e/o that well yet!!!!!!' way.

it is almost as if getting the worst night's rest ever on the thinnest cushions even earlier compels the sun to rise and shine faster;

you fucking grind!

once your university not finally and moreso unfavorably comes into view, you touch up in your side's visor mirror. mike takes this as his cue to sneak what he counts as glances through the car's, and shockingly, you never catch on that he can't get enough of doing so - his attention divided with students scattered and stupidly j-walking outside.

your live demo has gotten a bit out of hand.

is mike kidding himself?

you are too presentable.

there isn't a need to babysit with mike there, snoring appropriate in position of cheery radio hosts. you don't need to remind abby if she brought her crayons after coloring with you all night the night before, or loan her your airpods when her headphones die.

this is overtime. you're just about hanging out on a time crunch.

you're beside him, barely awake but busying yourself with a tangled id lace. mike grounds himself, reminded your whereabouts was compensation enough.

that relief is temporary when you briefly flash him a sheepish smile, breaking it with a yawn and a nose scrunch for unintentional added measure.

you're overqualified, and a month's actual pay can't cover this! if this goes on, can he just sit idly by and allow you to take the bus home? the red alarms go off in his head.

mike is so screwed.

he scoffs when you flip the mirror up - what's light-hearted mockery to you fixing your hair up is him letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

he stares and yet, he never remembers to trace your features.

everytime mike looks at you, it is the first time; whether it's from the corners of his eyes with most of them on the road, or even the other way around on days he would morph everything else into a blind spot. he'd willingly run over a professor for seconds; in hopes its the one teaching you at ass o'clock & you'd maybe get a free hour to tail him to the station for probation and twirl a telephone cord in your fingers with a glass panel between you two just so you're face-to-face.

if luck strikes him, vanessa would be on perimeter, and you'd sit as you are right now but in her police car all together. mike, of course, sticks to the former, focusing so that none of you have to get in trouble. those are just thoughts that keep him up at ... well, noon, when he gets home.

so give him a break!

when he hazards infront of the main entrance after multiple repeats that you could walk there from the gate - he genuinely wishes you a day much much better than his shift, which you always giggle at.

you know today's already been granted when your back is off the seat, but your butt isn't!

this accidentally prompts mike to unbuckle your belt for you. his arm is not reached over across you in some cheesy romcom meetcute for one, because his car is actually practical and has the buckles and latch plates in the middle.

but your head whips to thank him a little too quick - you end up bumping foreheads.

you unapologetically giggle again, to which he groans an 'ow', and a sly 'what? want me to step out and grab the door for you too?' all while that damn seat belt on your shoulder is replaced with the strap of your tote bag - courtesy of mike slinging it back on for you.

your eyes twinkle with mischief; at how this kinda proximity isn't forced, but natural.

the tint on mike's car does not save for how flushed you are.

his tongue dances with a follow-up question to take you right there as well as out on a date, but for now a smile plays on his lips.

"jeez, i got it this time!"

you yell, and you're rushing off with your heart fluttering out of your chest.

mike just rolls his eyes when you manage to leave your door behind wide open - the cherry on top of the lack of sleep-induced ditziness, but just as he's about to do your single duty as passenger princess?

you come back to gingerly give him a kiss on his cheek.

"a tip as my chauffeur! be grateful i didn't fire you for getting out before me! i'll let it slide just this one-hundredth time!"

of course by tip you mean* payback* for what you are only now realizing are growing feelings for your new knight in airbagged armor - and you're off for real.

mike could care less what you mean though, now that he knows you voicelessly wished him the same thing. aren't you just the showcase of grace?

no way in hell mike has it in him to chat you up to the neighbors now. it's time padlocks get a price hike! and maybe you a promotion to girlfriend ... if you'll accept him?

... it's safe to say he has to avail more of your services 😵‍💫

bonus: mike's a puddle of a man in his seat, and the honks from the line that has formed behind him are music to his ears - if a puddle had any?? what an odd way to loudly encourage him to get a 'honk if you love love' bumper sticker 🤭

a/n:

YES we r on Christmas Break but as a college girly, abby isn't the only one who needs bedtime stories to knock tf out ... my go-to scenario @ specifically 6 AM was to imagine PINING, yea ewww

yearning

or worse yet: admit we r head over heels for our fictional cute neighbor whose favors never run out. they aren't even ones he asks us for, we just go the extra mile which cld srsly fit better on our resumes - to which he somehow returns tenfold - & no one feels like they acc owe each other, we just all-around GAIN A 2ND CONSCIOUSNESS IN THIS 1 CAR RIDE that we ARE IN FACT crushing on e/o VVV unprofessionally! just went in the direction we simultaneously literally + friendship-wise got so close all of a sudden!

AGAIN i wrote sleep-deprived for the ULTRA HD 4K STINGY YOUTUBE PREMIUM EXPERIENCE so clearly the act of 0 proof-reading has been perfected! feel free to point typos out - out typos ?!?!?!? whatevs so we can laugh @ them TOGETHERRRR & i wish you the polar opposite rest u had in this ficlet! great GREAT night everyoneeeee! 💤

[tinukis]

Random but... Sabosan modern au thoughts?? (if you like it, of course) 👀

modern au my beloved (also sabosan in my asks i cheered)

anyway !!! i love modern au So Much and like there will be many different versions because im indecisive <3 but my favorite one is college au (thank you one piece academy for being my inspiration for some things. like thank u for giving me cafe worker sabo???) + im a college student as well... not that i have a social life but it'd be nice to have your favorites in your situations. i wont lie, it's hard to imagine ace and luffy in college. maybe ace has a better chance but luffy? hard to imagine unless hes into gymnastics or something but anyway this is about sabosan

sabo and sanji meeting is inevitable thanks to luffy. but it was more like passing by and just meeting luffy's friends at their house. however, sanji cannot keep his eyes off sabo and he hoped that no one would notice (they did. except sabo) out of respect though, no one brings it up or forces it out of him. they do tease him here and there but it all falls on sanji's shoulders and he gotta deal with it himself. but luffy is always willing to help if sanji asked. luffy tells him where to meet him and where he works, he doesnt have every little detail as these two were just the biggest ones.

again, sabo works at a cafe so sanji decides to go there and check it out in his free time. sanji just chills there and straightforwardly asks to talk to sabo (doesnt specify what) and bc he was luffy's friend, sabo was willing to listen. he does ask to go on a small break for this as he thought it was something urgent but a small talk was fine. i think sanji was a little awkward on how to approach this cause he honestly had no idea how exactly he felt about sabo (still questioned his sexuality poor guy) like did he have a crush on him or simply felt like being his friend? who knows! anyway sabo carried most of the conversation til sanji felt more comfortable to open up a little bit. they do have a great time talking and bond about luffy before sabo had to work again, but he invited sanji out once his shift ends.

after hours they end up strolling around the neighborhood before it got too dark and sanji really liked to be around his presence. he seemed very gentleman like, too. and sabo's relationship with his coworker/friend reminded sanji of luffy and another certain redhead. sanji noticed that sabo was able to cook and offered recipes which sabo was eternally grateful for. as the day ends, sanji thought he hit it off with sabo well. and even before heading home, sabo handed sanji his phone number so that they could make plans to hang out more or even just talk over the phone. (though it kinda complicates things more for sanji bc first off he had a "love at first sight" moment when he laid eyes on sabo, and every time he saw him whenever he'd visit luffy, it was hard to Not Look at sabo every time his presence is felt. and now sanji finally mustered up the courage to talk and officially befriend sabo just to get his number at the end? not only that they technically went on a mini date after his shift? even if it was a little stroll, sanji would be lying if he said his heart wasnt going to jump out at any moment)

on sabo's end, he admired sanji and was grateful to have someone like him look after his little brother in his stead sometimes. as mentioned before, sabo did Not notice sanji's glances at all so he was a bit surprised that sanji would talk to him.

theyre dynamic in modern au is friends to lovers but also mutual pining bc theyre silly like that

[v-love]

The Name “Coryo” | TEASER

Release date: January 6th, 2024

Paring: Coriolanus Snow x fem!reader, platonic Sejanus Plinth x fem!reader

Warnings: a bit of angst, violence, drinking. other than that, fluff. snow is kinda ooc, but we all love to have some guilty pleasures.

Summary: You, Sejanus, and Coriolanus have been friends for many years and throughout the years, you’ve grown to have a longing for Coriolanus. an eventful party causes everything (including your feelings) to be unraveled for both you and Coriolanus to see.

Word Count: 647 (teaser only)

Finished piece: The Name “Coryo”

Drabble: As The Swing Goes

Requests: Open!!

the cool breeze brushes your skin gently, sending a soft chill down your spine while reminding you that winter is soon to come. you wait patiently for sejanus to show up as he told you he would, the students of the academy filtering out of the building. the sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump, spinning quickly to see who made the noise. the sweet sejanus you had been waiting for was smiling down at you with his best friend coriolanus at his side.

it took you a second to process that sejanus was speaking to you, your eyes staring at coriolanus before shifting to sejanus. “i’m sorry, what were you saying? i’m in my own head lately.” you say, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. Coriolanus didn’t let you know that your staring amused him, choosing to keep his collected demeanor.

now, Sejanus wasn’t stupid. he was your friend as much as he was Coriolanus’, he knew about your attraction to his best friend and if he was being honest, it was entertaining. to his surprise, Coriolanus speaks before he has the chance to. “he said he was inviting you to a party of sorts his family is throwing. we all are invited, i would like you to come with me as my date." Coriolanus says, his voice capturing your attention immediately with his pretty tone.

you were surprised, after all the years you and him had been friends, he had never asked you to be a plus one by him. “i would love to go with you, when is it?” sejanus then hands you a small card in response, one of many you were going to see today being given. “everything’s on there.” sejanus’ familiar eye scrunch being there as he smiled at you. as you looked at the card for the information, you missed how sejanus bumps coriolanus gently on the side, trying to get him to say more.

Coriolanus shoots him a pointed look, not wanting to out the fact that he too was attracted to you. Sejanus rolls his eyes at him a little and just then you look back up, both boys shifting to look at you. “do you want to match?” Coriolanus says quickly, not thinking about a different way to make it sound more appealing. you stare up at him before nodding, a soft blush blooming on your cheeks. “sure, we can match. i didn’t know you liked doing stuff like that.” you say, a smile softly gracing your lips.

he thought he would melt right there if it wasn’t for sejanus speaking up about how he loved the idea of matching with someone. just then, they all hear his mother calling for him from the backseat of their car. Sejanus blushed and bid his farewells as he got into the car, leaving you and Coriolanus alone.

“why do you always call me Coriolanus?” he asks after a beat of silence, looking over at you. you were surprised by the question and looked back at him. “i didn’t know you wanted me to call you anything else.” you responded, your eyes big and wide with curiosity. “well, i want you to call me Coryo.” he says, looking down at you from his nose. you only nod and watch as your ride pulls up to the sidewalk as it always did. “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you ask him, the driver opening the car door for you. “you’ll see me tomorrow.” Coriolanus responds and watches you get in the car, your gaze meeting his.

“i’ll miss you until then, Coryo.” your tone was shy as you spoke, giving him a soft wave as the driver closed the door. he watches as the car drove off into the distance with a warm feeling in his chest. “she’ll be mine.” Coriolanus let the words sink into his mind.

“she will be mine.”

Author’s Note: hey y’all!! i’ve decided to post the coryo fic first!! i’m super excited for you guys to read it!! if you guys like it, i’ll do a part two and maybe i’ll do smut idk 😝 be on the look out for the sejanus fic i’m doing after this one!!! <3 also sorry if this isn’t as good, i’ve had to take a break from writing bc of school. college is not easy guys.

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