#and yall wonder why i was going off yesterday???

[into-f0lkl0re]

kk arnold x reader

this is for all my kk arnold girlies (yall dont get enough love it hurts)

warnings: none i think maybe just my horrendous spelling

sfw (i might do something nsfw later but idk 🤷‍♀️ If yall like this i will)

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Before dating

* y’all are either team mates or you like work on the uconn wbb team for something

* i cam honestly see you working on the media team (yk how it is with the kk arnold show)

* like you are a student at uconn but you do this to put on your portfolio/resume and also it pays

* you are the only media girly who puts up with kk’s antics

* like everyone else runs for the hills when kk starts acting up but you are there trying not to kys- i mean laugh

* like the whole team loves you cuz you take fire photos and you are just awesome and amazing in general

* but kk is like 😍😍😍 “she doesn’t find me annoying or atleast acts like she doesn’t” 😍😍😍

* talks paige’s ear off about you to the point where paige is contemplating murder

“Paige-paige did you see y/n today”

“she looked so pretty i wonder if she thinks about me”

“do you think we should invite her on the live”

“ paige do you think y/n likes crumbl”

“ i bet she likes warm cookies”

“ do you think she would want to hang out with me?”

and paige is just like 😟🔫

“kk why don’t you just ask her? what is the worst she could say?”

“GIRLLL BOO ARE YOU DUMB TF?!?!?”

“kk the worst she could say is no”

“SHE SAYS NO AND THEN NO MORE KK ARNOLD SHOW AND THEN WHATS THE POINT OF ANYTHING??!!?”

“you have issues”

kk:☹️

the entire team gets so pissed off by kk’s rambling that they take matters into their own hands

it’s after practice or media day or something and you are packing up your gear and kk is just like admiring you from the bench. paige and ice just kinda grab her and push her towards you whispering “man up dude”

kk being kk stumbles and almost falls on top of you then awkwardly just like stands there 🧍‍♂️

“HI”

“oh hey kk what’s up?”

“you took good photos today”

“thank you”

“ofc! you also look really pretty today”

you like her and yk that she likes you so you mess with her a little

“so i didn’t look pretty yesterday?”

“UH-NO-YOU-I MEAN-“

poor girl is sweating

“YOU ALWAYS LOOK REALLY PRETTY”

“thank you kk you look really pretty as well”

“you think i’m pretty?”

“ofc i think you are pretty kk id be blind not to”

“would you -uh- maybe like -uh- wanna go out sometime just us or not like we can invite the rest of the team unless you want it to be just us which would be cool but if you dont-“

“kk i would love to go out with you”

“c-cool like just us? or like the team?”

“like just us”

“ok! cool! cool!”

kk is frantically wiping her sweaty palms on her shorts and does not know what else to say because she didn’t plan this far ahead she just kinda assumed you would say no

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while dating

* kk absolutely adores you

* she is a big physical touch person

* it’s how she shows her love

* she will just lie on top of you and hold you and will not let you go

* she holds on to you for dear life

* like if you have to go to the bathroom while yall are cuddling she is having a fit

“kk get off i have to pee”

“so you are telling me you don’t love me”

“kk you are lying directly on my bladder get off”

“so you hate me and you wish i was dead”

“kk literally what??”

“why do you wanna leave me???!??”

“kk i promise i will be right back”

“ can i just come with you “

“..fine”

she sits outside the bathroom while you are in there

she once tried to hold your hand and you were like

“i love you but i have limits i will not hold your hand while im pissing”

•she loves showing you off to the live

“bab-baby cmere the live wants to say hi”

“hi live”

“yall this is my beautiful girlfriend”

“baby we are doing a talent show what’s your talent?”

“yall my talented girlfriend is gonna sing for yall”

“kk i don’t want to sing”

“baby please”

you end up singing like shake it off or something

“YUP YUP THATS MY GIRLFRIEND!!”

“DOESNT SHE SOUND GREAT!-ANY HATE AND YOU ARE BLOCKED✋”

* you take all of her fit photos and she loves it

“kk baby move over here so the sunlight is infront of you- look to the side and then down- ok perfect hold on-“

and you are just like crouching weirdly with your digital camera or phone trying to get the best angle and you always do

and anyway yall are just perfect and wonderful together

this is kinda shit but i love kk and she deserves more love

i hope yall like it 🤞🤞 please send in requests idk who to do next and idk what to write for fics

thank you for all the love 💗!!!!

big forehead kisses💕💕

-faye

[suguru-getos]

fractures // geto suguru x f!reader // chapter 5

masterlist // summary: the reader is depressed as fuck, going through it yall 😔 suguru finally decides to let her go because he could only take in so much without causing irreparable damage to his own mindset about monkeys. // warnings: angst, comfort (yeah geto sama became suguru for a moment), mentions of fucked up mental health.

hurts… hurts when you didn’t go to the invite suguru had for you, to walk with him in the gardens. its embarrassing whatever your condition is right now. forced to sit amongst everyone who loathes you & hates you for lunch. four days… four days are left now. last night had been bearable, you didn’t accept geto’s offer to join him in the gardens for a walk, and didn’t sleep out of the anxiety of him hurting you. hurts… his grip on your psyche hurts.

it seems detrimental to engage in a conversation amongst a group of people who clearly think they’re better than you. hate you just because you’re weak perhaps. before you realize, you’ve ended up gazing and glancing at the plate. tears flowing from your eyes and a weak sniffle escaping you.

mimiko & nanako glanced at the wounded deer they all have kept in their den. you. “she’s crying.” nanako pouts, you look so beautiful to her she wishes she could just be your friend honestly. though, she doesn’t have the guts to confront suguru about it. “sickening…” manami scoffs, looking at you. “stop crying and stop making the lunch unbearable, i can barely stand your monkey stench.”

monkey stench…

you wonder what that even means. suguru, is awfully quiet. he’s just observing you as you desperately try to wipe of your tears. “be grateful you’re given food at all. waste of space and fucking breaths.” manami snarls again, “or should i beat the shit out of you again just like when i did when you tried to slither out like a pest?”

so much hatred… these people held so much hatred it was eating you apart. scatching you, hollowing you to the very core. you don’t want to be hurt anymore. or maybe they better do a good job at it and hurt you enough so your heart stops.

“that’s fine,” suguru hums, “just focus on the lunch manami.” his words sound like an order. something no one can stand against. it was weird, how it somehow helped you feel the slightest of a shield against their sharp jaws.

you could barely finish the lunch, the food’s taste wasn’t the issue exactly. it was the environment. gently leaning the plate away with more than one-third of the food finished, you get up to leave. no one says anything to you. weird… these people feel weird.

another day passes, and suguru’s affect on you has lessened beyond imaginations. he just lets you be. you wonder why is there a change of heart like this. does he plan to kill you directly? why hasn’t he just hurt you like he usually does? neither have his lackeys. it’s eerie, how you sleep on the bed today, just like you did yesterday night & stare at a wall. the dark circles in your eyes have been daunting. you look like a sack of flesh forced to be alive. it’s unbearable. you wish it would stop. you wish your brain would stop it…

desperate- you gasp and get up and off the bed instantly. hands clutching at your scalp and tugging at your hair with a whimper as you scream cry. everything that’s happened to you so far reminds you of the hell you’re forced in. how geto suguru makes you feel, how you immediately wish this was just the biggest nightmare you’ve ever lived.

suguru… can’t sleep either. it’s weird. his mind is just not working how it should. that’s always been the problem with him. he’s always been someone who’s unfit to be a sorcerer. he cares so much. that’s why he couldn’t stand his comrades & his own friends dying because of filthy monkeys who create those very curses. then why is his heart being torn apart brutally at the sounds of you crying. why is he taking a walk right ‘outside’ your door. this makes no sense. why is he being partial to you? to check his resolve, he’s killed seven monkeys today. all those who should have been useful but weren’t. then there’s you, tearing him apart just with the sound of your sniffles. is it because you’re beautiful? no- that’s not it. it’s just because he doesn’t know where to place you in his self righteous scale of morals.

you need a breath of fresh air, and when you lurch forward to your bedroom door and open it, you’re left aghast when you see geto sama standing in front. you lean back a few steps. blinking rapidly to see him clearly with the foggy vision you hold due to your tears. “i- i- wasn’t - i wasn’t trying to run.” you babble, observing him. watching his feet, his face. “please believe me i wasn’t trying to run- i was just trying to have some fresh air.” you explained yourself, sobbing out at the bone chilling fear.

“please please please — “ you fall into your knees at his silence, face covered with both hands as you break down. “please don’t hurt m-“

suguru just looks at you, eyes softening, his own eyes glazed at your torment. his little monkey pet. “i believe you.” he hums, walking towards you and crouching. he doesn’t need to necessarily touch you. but he does anyway. holding the back of your head and forcing you to lean against his chest. soft pats on your head as you cry out. he is silent. saying anything seems insolent. he can’t really do anything but hope you quiet down with that. why is he even doing this… he doesn’t have time to think through it. it’s impossible.

no… you’re changing him. he can’t have you do that. you can’t change him. that’s impossible. he has a goal to meet. he has to erradicate all the monkeys in this world to make sure sorcerers can live freely. he can’t be sympathetic for a fucking monkey—

“i’ll let you go tomorrow.” he hums, and your eyes widened, what is he even saying? “your parents will give the money within three says, i can’t stand you crying out everyday like a bad omen in my own house.” he hums, watching your facial expressions change to one of pure shock. “you understand? now don’t make me change my decision by crying anymore.”

you desperately nodded, wiping your tears over and over and over like a traumatized child. it is heart breaking really… maybe when he’s without you, and away from you, he would get back the losing and faint sight of his goal.

the next morning, you wake up, groggy as ever. whatever happened last night seems like a fever dream. you don’t even have the energy to think it was reality. maybe geto was tired of you crying and screaming & wanted to shut you up temporarily. yeah, that’s what it seems like at the end of the day. you drag yourself to the bathroom, and take a shower. thoughts jumbled up in the brimming brain fog. you’re tired, your mind & body are unable to keep up with the rapid anxiety you have burning within you.

“good morning.” you blink when you hear geto’s voice while combing through your hair. “morning.” you respond, gazing at him through the mirror. “let’s go.” he raises a brow, watching you, scanning you. maybe you will smile…

maybe… he will see you smile for the first time ever. he’s spend a few hours yesterday night trying to imagine how pretty you would look when you’re smiling brightly. when your lips curl up… do you smile with your eyes? would they squint up? how would you look? he can’t wait but want to see you blossom like that. pathetic really.

“yeah.” there is no response apart from that. you’re dreading this. you don’t know if you would be able to survive when you’re out of here. the fear that’s been instilled inside you wouldn’t just go away like that. as heartbreaking as it is, your body has given up for now.

and that’s exactly what happens. everything passes in a haze. the echoes of multiple footsteps as you walk to the estate gate & sit in the car, eyes fixated at your nails and scratching them up throughout. you don’t register anything until you actually reach home. a faint beep sound is the only thing you hear and the faintest echoes of your parents crying and hugging you. your friends visiting you in the coming next few days and weeks. everything is nothing but a faint echo. you feel like you’re drifting apart, losing a sense of reality. you don’t remember how long it has been since you’ve been back. or if your parents gave suguru the money anyway, or if you are still dreaming about this whole thing and stuck in the geto estate. maybe you died when he carved the word “monkey” in your arm and these are the last bits of delusional memories your brain has in store for you before finally pulling you into slumber….

depressed, numb, and done for. you are done for.

[slushycoookie]

Fooling Around

Relationship: Miguel O'Hara x GN! Reader

Word Count: 778

Content: Smut...kinda, you and Miguel basically have phone sex, Minors DNI!

Summary: Miguel gets bored during patrol so yall fool around.

A/N: Thought about this yesterday so I had to write a little something something

Miguel was bored.

He stood atop a high rise, overlooking Nueva York as Spider-Man. For the past week while patrolling the city, nothing happened. There was the occasional purse snatcher or a group of guys ganging up on someone in the alleyway. But no villain of the week. No drastic explosions or saving hostages from a burning building. Nothing.

Usually amid his boredom, he called you. Providing him the entertainment he needed before calling it a night. He worried if he was bothering you, but you quickly pushed away his doubts. So he called you.

“Hi Miggy.” You greeted in a pleasing tone that made him smile. “Patrol boring you again today?”

Miguel scoffed, “No. I can't call the person I adore and admire in my life?”

“I didn't say that. You know I like it when you call.”

His heart jumped, doing his best to keep his calm demeanor. “So? What are you doing?”

“Just got out of the shower.” You casually said. “Like I just put on a towel when you called.” 

He closed his eyes to envision you in a towel. Body still wet, skin soft, and smelling oh so good. “You showered without me?”

“Mm I'm not waiting until midnight to shower with you.”

“Last time, I came home around 11.”

“Oh wow, an hour difference!”

The entire time, Miguel was swinging around, enjoying the back-and-forth banter. He stuck his claws into another building while looking at his city again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you getting out of the shower. “Are you…still in your towel?”

Silence was on the other side. He bit his lip, not knowing why that slipped through his lips. 

“Yeah.” He let out a breath he was holding in. “Why you wanna know, hm?”

“Because I want to take it off.” Miguel bluntly said. He turned inward to the building, making sure no one had a clear view to see what he was about to do. It didn't take much for him to get hard at the thought of your naked body. 

“Do you now?” Your voice oozed with flirtation while you shifted through the call. “Aren't you supposed to be patrolling right now?”

“I am. I'm still paying attention.”

“Uh huh.”

Miguel sighed, “I'd rather go home and run my fingers down your spine. Kissing you like you deserve.”

“Mmm…” His body formed goosebumps at the mellow sound. Soon his hand went lower, palming himself. “And then what?”

“I'd kiss that wonderful neck of yours while running my thumbs over your nipples…But since I'm not there, can you do that for me, cariño?”

“Okay…” He imagined you pinching the nub, circling your fingers around them with ease. With a few button presses to his watch, he unsheathed his cock, giving it a few strokes. 

“Good. You're always so good for me, baby.” He shuddered at your desperate sounds, running his thumb along the tip to gather some pre cum.

“Mig…” You pleaded amongst your sighs, “Come home…”

“Not yet. Spider-Man still has a job to do.” He pressed his head against the wall, fighting the urge to go against his word. He did want to go home and fuck you into your shared bed. But he didn't want to neglect his duties. “Since you're so desperate for me, I'll make sure you come,  okay?” You made a noise in agreement, but he wanted to really hear you. “Use your words.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Now, touch yourself for me.”

He groaned at hearing you pleasuring yourself for him. Touching yourself as if he was doing it. Moaning for him as if he was doing it. He loved it. Loved you. He stroked himself while he listened, claws deep in the building as he held on tight. 

“Fuck…Miguel…” 

He rolled his eyes back when his name escaped your lips. “Hm? You getting close for me?”

“Yes…”

“Do it. I'll put you on speaker so the whole city can know who you're crying out for.” He did just that, thrusting his hips in his hand as he was close himself. You almost screaming for him was going to tip him over the edge. And he was ready for it.

A loud explosion was heard a few blocks away, the sound of people screaming and running for their lives. 

“Miguel? What was that?”

He put his head upwards to the sky, holding back the loudest sound of annoyance he could muster. God was not being kind to him right now. “Got to go. Sorry.”

“It's okay. Be safe.”

“I will.” 

Hanging up, he quickly swung to the scene. Whoever decided to mess with his fun time with you was going to get it.

[hyacintheros]

Brand New City

4. Art Is Dead

|| (Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader)

Series Masterlist Previous Chapter

Pairing: Marauders Era Characters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mean James

Word Count: 2.1k

P.S: I'm sorry it’s been awhile, going through writer's block :c Anywho, let me know what yall think!

“Y/N, darling? You look flush..” Cissa asks her, as the girl is falling into her breakfast. Cissa quickly props her up, feeling her head. “Oh you're going to need some Pepperup Potion, what happened?” The older girl pulls her up and supports her on the way to Madam Pomfrey. She thinks back to last night. 

—♡—

Running into James, her parchments and books fly everywhere. “Sorry, let me help you with tha-”, James’ eyes scans over who he bumped into, retracting his helping hand with a disgusted look.

“You look stupid down there, just where you belong.” He says with a sneer, glaring while she picks her books up.

Standing back up with her things in order, she asks, “What is your issue? No matter how nice I am to you, it's like I've cursed your bloodline with the way you're acting!”

“You're my problem! A Slytherin! How could you call yourself a good person being in that godforsaken house? Don't you know what your house is known for? What they did to my family?” He pours out to her, anger glistening on his face.

“I have don't nothing wrong! My family has done you no wrong. You hang out with my cousin for Merlin's sake! Why does my house make me different? Why do the colours I wear change your perspective?” She yells out, pent up anger spilling with every word.

He steps forward, getting in her face. “Your house, your people, hurt my family, my parents! You and your cult of Death Eaters! Have you no shame?” He huffs in her face, pushing her back.

“Well if you haven't noticed, I'm a muggle! Why would I tangle myself in those ideals? You're literally best friends with my cousin, who is also a muggle, if you haven't noticed!” She pushes back, trying to move away from the wall.

In a burst of impulse, James pulls his wand out, “Aguamenti”. A jet of water douses the girl, soaking her to the bone.

Before she can retaliate, the boy runs away, likely back to his common room. The water-drenched girl heads to the Dungeons, her own common room awaiting her after curfew.

Padding her wet feet into the dorm, she keeps quiet, in hopes of keeping her roommates asleep. 

She's too tired to run a bath, instead opting to change into her pyjamas and sleep with a tower on her pillow to dry her hair.

—♡—

“Oh look at you dear! Come sit on the bed, I'll fetch something to make you feel better.” Madam Pomfrey instructs, running off to her medicine cabinet.

Narcissa helps sit Y/N down, her shaking and shivering preventing her from denying help. “I'll tell your friend Remus so he can tell your professors that you can't come.” The sickly girl nods haphazardly.

The black haired girl leaves back to the Great Hall, making sure to tell Remus at the Gryffindor table before heading back to her own table.

Madam Pomfrey sends her off with a Pepperup Potion to her dorm, telling her to sleep away the cold. 

She wobbles and trips, using the wall as assistance back to the dungeons. Upon entering the common room, it's empty with the fireplace lit. The girl heads up to her dorm, drinking half of the vial.

—♡—

“Well what do you mean she's sick, Remus?” The redhead persists, not noticing any signs of the cold or flu yesterday.

“I'm not sure exactly, one of her friends told me so I could tell the professors, but that's it.” Remus picks up his bag from under the table, waiting for Lily to follow along to class.

“I guess it makes sense why she told you first, you share most classes with her… should we visit her after classes are over?” Lily asks, her eyes glossy, never having seen her cousin sick before.

Remus ponders, wondering if they should give her privacy today. “We'll see after class? Let her rest a bit.” The two part ways to their respective classes, Remus let's Professor Sprout know that Y/N can't attend.

—♡—

Madam Pomfrey had given the girl some Pepperup Potion, sending her down to the Slytherin dorms to get some rest, sending her Professors a notice for her absence. Pomfrey assumed the girl she came with, Narcissa, has already told some friends.

In bed, she feels worse than before, telling herself that you have to feel worse before you feel better,  which in hindsight, probably isn't the right mindset. She pulls the jumper tighter, puffing up her blanket more to get some warmth.

She shakes and shivers, restless and hungry, having not eaten as Cissa caught her right before she could grab breakfast when she sat down. That being said, she's too jello-like to fetch any food. Instead, praying that she'll be able to fall asleep soon.

Turning over to the nightstand, the girl rummages through the drawers, hoping to find any muggle pain killers she'd brought with her. Grabbing the case of painkillers and a small vial of night-time cough syrup, she takes it in hopes of feeling a little better, risking the unknown side effects of it being paired with a magical Potion.

Finally, thirty minutes later, the shivering stops and her mind at ease, falling asleep with a jumper on and two blankets resting on her. A dreamless nap overtakes her, soothing the girl mentally and physically.

—♡—

Severus had heard the news from Narcissa, gathered notes for her in the classes they shared, telling himself to visit her after classes are over. 

By lunchtime, Remus had told Lily, Sirius, and a boy named Peter who had recently joined their little group of friends. James had heard through Lily, a twinge of guilt was felt in his stomach, seeing Lily worried for her cousin. He stuck to his act as a comforting friend for Lily, not wanting to see her too worked up over it, knowing he caused the girl to feel sick.

Sirius and Lily had shoved small snacks into their pockets, waiting to visit Y/N after class, while Remus took notes for her in class, grabbing a book he thinks she'll like from his collection. The three Gryffindors meet up in front of the Slytherin common room, now a little stumped as they don't know the password.

“What are you lot doing standing like duc- Ow!” Lucius gets a good smack on the arms from Narcissa. “Here to see Y/N? I'll let you in.” Cissa says with a charming smile. She looks to the portrait, “Anguis”, the portrait opens up, revealing the common room.

Cissa drops Lucius at the couch, then looking towards the red-robed kids. “Come on then. I'll take you to our room.” She grabs Lily's hand and walks to the girls dorms, the two boys following suite.

Pushing the door open, the sound of gentle, yet disturbed snoring filled the room, like something was blocking her nose. They pile into the room, approaching her sleeping form. Cissa opens the door, hearing a knock.

Severus walks in, parchments in hand, scanning the room of its guests, eyes landing on Lily. “Oh Severus! It's so good to see you.” The red-head says, not having seen him in a while. The Raven haired boy smiles, then greets her. 

“Have you taken notes then? I think you're in some classes that I don't have with her, do you think we could combine notes then?” Remus says to him, seeing the stack of parchments the Slytherin boy carries. 

“Some notes are overlapping, but I think we've got everything.” Severus tells Lupin, knowing they have one or two classes together. They sort through both piles, placing them carefully on her desk.

“Do you think we should let her sleep? Don't want to wake her up..” Lily says to Narcissa, wanting her opinion. “Honestly, I think she's slept about three or four hours now.. We should let her sleep more, heard her rustling in bed all night.”

The older girl let's them stay a little bit to leave some snacks for her, Sirius had munched a little through his during class, so it was mainly Lily who put some food on the bed-side table. They leave her dorm, thanking Narcissa for letting them in.

Cissa toddles back to Lucius, “They're not that bad, you know?” The blonde headed boy scoffs, rolling his eyes at her statement, going back to reading his book. 

—♡—

Feeling terribly warm, being covered and layers of heat, she wakes up sweating, pulling off blankets and jumpers in the hopes of feeling coolness on her skin. Panning around the room, she spots a bun with some spreads. a teeny jar of strawberry marmalade and butter.

It's just past the evening, still an hour or two before dinner. She gladly takes the bun, not having eaten since dinner last night. As she munches, she looks at the desk, seeing a stack of parchments. 

Getting up, the girl surveys the parchments flipping through, obviously being done by two different people. Skimming through the notes and titles, she realises it's class notes. Recognising Severus’ cursive, yet not being able to pinpoint the other person's handwriting, yet still feeling a sense of familiarity.

She goes back to the bed-side table, finishing up the rest of the Pepperup Potion- oddly tasting like strawberry cough syrup.

Bella enters quietly, unsure if the ill girl was still asleep. Gazing at the bed, the curly-haired girl perks up, “Darling, how do you feel? Cissy told me you weren't doing too well..” Y/N smiles, grateful she has people who care, like Cissa and Bella.

“I think it was just a small fever, feel almost better now.. D'you know who left these?” She says, referring to the snacks and parchments. “Cissy said she let your Gryffindor friends visit, plus Severus!” Bella responds, not being in the room when they visited.

The girl hums in acknowledgement, a sort of warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of her friends. Although, the reminder of the red house gives her a bad taste, thinking of how she got sick in the first place.

“What time is it? S'it time for dinner yet?” She pouts, still terribly hungry after munching the small bun. Bella nods and grabs her hand, pulling her to the Great Hall.

—♡—

“Now, you look much better than this morning! Keep this extra potion just in case you feel a little tingle of the cold left, right dear?” Madame Pomfrey hands her a small vial for safe keeping. She thanks the nurse, heading back to her dorm.

Travelling through the halls, a few students still linger before curfew, chit chatting with their friends. Behind her, someone calls out for the girl, “Hey! Did you get the parchments?” Remus, looking oddly dishevelled, says.

“It was you! I did, thank you so much by the way, don't know how I would've know about Uric the Oddball… Are you alright?” She points out how in a hurry he looks.

He shrugs it off, attributing it to a late night jog. “You look much better, glad you're doing well.” Y/N chuckles, thanking him once again for the notes. They quickly catch up about the day, Remus telling her about Sirius’ newest adventures.

Remus looks at his watch, his eyebrows pinching a little, “You better head to the dungeons, curfew is about to hit. Have a goodnight Y/N” Remus quickly says, rushing off.

Confused by his behaviour, the Slytherin instead chooses to think about how he wrote the notes for her.. her cheeks flush pink at the thought! Would he think she's slacking off just because she's sick? How troublesome. She goes back to the dorms, promising herself to study the topics before tomorrow's classes.

Briskly walking back to her dorm, she doesn't want to have another encounter with Potter, fearing he'll make her more than just sick. She ponders on what he said last night. ‘Death Eaters?’ What would make him think that she, a muggle born, would be a Death Eater?

Reaching the common room, she sees Lucius and Narcissa first. Plopping down, Lucius tells her the newest drama of the Slug Club, how terribly artificial the cherry pudding tasted. She laughs, finding his choice of topic amusing. 

Spotting a long, raven-haired boy, she greets Severus, thanking him greatly for the potions notes. “S’not like you needed them.” The boy snaps back. In turn, she pats his shoulder, returning to her dorm to get some studying done. He waves her off, going back to his book. But deep down, he feels his head go lighter at her recognition…

[yngtort]

— Head pusher

chan | lino | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

NSFW ★

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Xfem!reader your bf had been locking himself up in the studio for about a week now, probably stressing over the upcoming release of their new album. neglecting you and himself, without realizing it. So you, like the good girlfriend you are, try to give him some piece at mind.

When you walked into the room, you were immediately greeted by the backs of 3rachas heads. The trio sat, going over each track and what last minute details they wanted to add. You sure they if you just stood there, they wouldn’t even notice you.

“Hey guys.” You said, gaining both changbins and chans attention. Jisung didn’t budge however, headset still covering his ears— blocking out any noise.

“y/n, hey.” “Yo, wassup girl.” They said with hearty smiles.

“Nothing much,” you replied as you made your way to jisung. Your hands slide over his shoulders and feel him tense under the touch but when his eyes meet yours, he relaxes.

“Oh, hi” jisung smiled , taking off his headphones and turning in his swivel chair to face you. He places his hands at your hips, fingers playing with the belt loop of your shorts. “What are you doing here, mama?”

Your heart swells at the nickname— it’s been a few days since you heard him call you that and it sounds just as sweet as the first time he said it.

“Just wanted to check up on y’all.” You tell, feeling his grip on your hips become firmer. Fuck, how you missed his touch.

“yall— as in me and chan too, not just your boyfriend?”changbin said knowingly, making you and jisung laugh.

“there’s that, and lix told me to come let you know that the brownies are done.” You told and watched as the three of them perked up.

“Already?” Chris asked, sitting on the edge of his chair. He looked like an impatient dog, imaginary tail wagging vigorously.

“Mhm,” you nodded. “You better get going if you wanna get some. I heard jeongin is plotting on your share.”

A few glances are passed between each of them before chris and changbin are standing up and bidding their goodbyes to the couple.

You turned back to jisung, “don’t want any brownies? Don’t you need a break?” You asked and he shook his head.

“Nah, I gotta finish up this song.” He said looking up at you with tired eyes, a slight strain in his voice. “Deadline is coming up fast.”

“But ji. You’ve been locked up in here for hours”

Jisung watched the look of concern take over your features. He was well aware that he’d been overworking himself— but it was gonna be worth it in the long run. He needed this album to be perfect, even if it costed him a few brownies.

“I’m almost done, y/n. I promise.” Your boyfriend reassured, placing a kiss on your tummy.

“You were almost done yesterday.” You huffed, not falling for anything. “I’m starting to think like this studio more than me”

“Well, if I’m being honest—” you slapped his shoulder. “Kidding, I’m kidding.” He laughed, loving the way you glared down at him with those pretty eyes.

“seriously, ji. I’m getting worried.”

“I know, mama. I know.” jisung coaxes, before pulling you into his lap gently. He wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his face into your neck, placing soft kisses along your skin. “I’m almost finished and when I’m done, I’ll be all yours.”

-

He said he was almost done. Almost.

So why were you both still in this goddamn studio? Both Chris and changbin had came back, but only to collect their things— and they were gone again. (Snap) Just like that.

You were frustrated, but not more than him it seemed.

For the past hour, Jisung was clicking and rolling his going against his cheek. something wasn’t going right, you didn’t know exactly what, but you could tell.

And yet jisung was still buried into his computer screen, giving it so much attention that you wonder if he was in actually in a relationship with it— like his name was sheldon j. Plankton.

“Jisung,” you called out, placing a hand on his thigh and for the first time in a while, jisung looks at you. When he does, he immediately notices that glint in your eyes. One that had him gulping dryly as his chest tightened.

He knew that you were pissed.

“Hmm?” He hummed, “what’s the matter, love?”

“are you seriously asking me that?” Your grip on his thigh tightened, making his breath hitch. “We’ve been here for hours.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just can’t seem to finish this last part.”

“Then just call it a day, ji.”

Jisung sighed, “you don’t understand— i won’t be able to relax knowing that this isn’t completed yet.”

This man was completely stressing himself out. His body was aching for some kind of relief but he just wouldn’t give in. So you were gonna force him.

“W-what are you doing?” Your boyfriend asks he’s pulled back from the desk, wheels on the chair squeaking obnoxiously.

“Making room.” “Making room?”

You silently answer as you slide between him and the desk. Promptly getting on your knees, leaving him gaping at you.

“I worry about you, yknow?” You say, laying your head against his legs. your long lashes flutter up at him, eyes glazed over with innocence and jisung could already feel his dick twitching. “You’ll burn out if you keep being like this”

“But I guess it’s my job to keep you from getting to that point, yeah?”

Jisung gulps as you pop the button of his jeans loose and unzip his fly. He hadn’t realized how much he was craving your touch until your hand is down his pants, pulling out his simi hardened length.

“Fucking hell,” He hisses as the cold air hits, a shiver cascading down his spine. It doesn’t help that your fingers are just as icy as they’re wrapped around his shaft.

You pump him until he’s hard as a rock, precum pooling at the tip of his dick. “it got up so fast. You must’ve missed me more than I thought.” You teased, thumb swiping over his slit.

“Y/n, baby, please” he panted, eye squeezing shut for a moment.

“Please what, ji?” You tilted your head. “Cmon, say it with your chest.”

damn, you really knew how to get under his skin didn’t you? The way you played with his emotions, controlling him and making him feel completely vulnerable— he loved it all.

He placed his fingers under your chin, rubbing his thumb over your plump bottom lip before guiding it onto your tongue. “This.” He whispered, “i want this pretty little mouth of yours around my dick.”

‘Cute’ you thought as you replaced his thumb with his raging erection. You tenderly suck on his tip, cleaning it of the precum that sat there and then guided him down your throat. You can feel his head hit the back as you take him whole.

Jisung groans at the sudden warmth, bucking his hips up and forcing himself deeper.

“S-shit, your so fucking hot, swallowing me up like this” He moans, his hands fisting a tuff of your hair. “make me feel so good.”

You hum around him in response, bobbing your head at a slow meticulous pace.

But jisung was rather impatient today. you can tell by the way his hips were rolling against you.

Before you knew it, he was out of his chair and thrusting into your mouth. The man was so desperate, dick rubbing your throat raw and you just know it’ll be sore tomorrow.

He was such a vocal man, His Loud whines and moans fell from his lips rapidly like he was rapping the lyrics to one of his songs.

“damn it, y/n- why do you have such a sluttly mouth?” He asked, pounding ruthlessly and completely disregarding the tears that rolled down your cheeks. There was no stopping him, your boyfriend got such a kick out of using you like his own personal fuck toy and taking all his stress out on you.

you stay like that for awhile, jaw slack, saliva rolling off your lips while jisung fucks your face — until he loses his sense of rhythm and his thrusts become sloppy.

“cummin, ‘mm cumming.” Jisung slurs, rutting needily against your tongue. He pushed your head further, as if he wasn’t deep enough, and emptied his load down your throat.

Maybe it’s because it’s been awhile, but the amount of seed that you consumed was a little concerning. It filled your cheeks as ji continued to ride out his high.

“I love you so much.” He told through a whimper, letting his dick slip from your lips with a wet pop.

“I love you too.” You said and gave his head a soft kiss.

“Now let’s get out of this damn studio.”

:)

[lanareadsbooks]

I don’t understand us

This is part two to “I’m confused about us” tho it can be read alone,

Tags: fem!reader oral(f) receiving, spanking as punishment, crying reader, no real spoilers to the show, mean!billy, no use of y/n (I can’t do it! 😭) also this is kinda short but I’m writing two other stories rn. (Also this is not proofread)hope yall enjoy!

I’m still… confused about us. You thought as the cowboy bellow you ate you out like a starving man. But as good as it felt you couldn’t help thinking about how much your ass hurt since he had just smacked the shit out of it.

Your relationship with Billy made you torn. One second he was absolutely mean to you, pulling you over his knee for doing literally nothing. didn’t fold your panties? that did it. Didn’t do your homework right? That did it. Cussing when you stumped your toe? That fucking did it,

Sometimes it made you mad how he acted “is he not man enough to just ask me to be with him?” You thought, no he’s probably the manliest man I know. Than what is it?

Knock knock knock.

You heard as Billy hit your door, he usually just opens it but yesterday he walked in on you changing, he blushed so hard, you laughed thinking about that moment. Yes? You said as you opened your door. I’ve got to go out tomorrow so I won’t be back till early morning. You sighed internally. Billy was always going out at random times. But I guess that’s better than him having a real job and being gone every day.

The first time he went out he told you

“Don’t even think about sneaking out because I will know about it” he said dominantly. You laughed it off thinking there was no way he could actually find out about it. You didn’t go far. You actually just went down to the edge of the fence like 10ft from the house and pet the horses. Sometimes you wonder why the horses were always coming and going. Never seeing the same one more than twice usually.

But of course, the minute he got home he came up to your room. Hey when did you get back- you tried to ask but were cut off.

As he grabbed your face, not harshly enough to hurt you but it wasn’t pleasant. Why can’t you just listen?! He said with a bite in his tone.

I told you to stay inside. But no. only good girls listen. Your a bad one. ain’t cha? He said, letting go of your face. His words brought tears to your eyes. While your still defiantly a ‘’brat’’ as billy calls it. Sometimes your just not in the mood to have someone upset with you.

You sigh. Looking him in the eyes. Billy I-ugh its not a big deal. I was basically 5 ft from the house.you said sighing. Not a big deal? Little girl.

I decide what’s a big deal or not. He said darkly. And I say you disobeyed me. And since you did that you earned your self a good longgg spanking. He said with a condescending smile on his face.

I- billy your so damn mean, you said slightly pouting. Mean? Oh honey, ill show you mean. He said in a scary dark tone.

And boy did he. He made you sob over his lap by using your hairbrush. When you first started crying you heard him laughing. Above you. Is this his idea of fun? Making me cry? You asked yourself. The thought of it made you mad. So you rebelliously kicked your feet, something you had never done before. This… did not make things better for you. He just started smacking your ass a bit harder.

When it was finally over he gently picked you up and put you on your bed. You were still sobbing because your bottom hurt. And you were still upset billy had laughed at you. The whole spanking thing was embarrassing enough without him laughing at you. (you were also incredibly wet)

You had turned away from him as he sat on your bed. Usually billy tried to console you a little bit. Even though he wasn’t very good at it.

But you shrugged his hand off when he placed it on your shoulder. Stop that honey. He said in a much sweeter tone than before.

No go away. you said ,your voice muffled by the fact that you had your face shoved in your pillow. Sweetheart non of this would happen if you would just obey me. I shouldn’t hav to obey you! You said shooting up from your spot on the bed. You don lemme do nothing. You said with a slight lisp in your voice from crying so hard. I- I can’t even go outside. You said in a whisper. Ugh honey. Everything I do is to protect you. I’m not exactly a loved man around these parts, and I and can’t have anyone thinking they should use you to get to me. Ok? He asked.

You sighed, ok .you agreed. But quickly turned back over into the pillow giving the illusion you were still upset at him.

Now girl. He said in a laughing tone. What is it gon take for you to forgive me?

And that’s how we ended up here. With you grinding your face down on his nose like there’s no tomorrow. He didn’t mind, he defiantly didn’t mind

But you still didn’t understand your relationship. Some nights he had his face buried deep in your cunt, and sometimes he scolded you like a child or yanked you over his knee if you upset him. I don’t understand us. But oh well.

Ok that’s part two! I really like writing for billy but I really want to write for my true love. ✨Finnick✨ I’ve been in love with his character since we first saw him. Tho I write him kinda ooc and like to go a darker route so be prepared for that lol. But comment if y’all want anything else to be added into the next part. Love y’all! #-lanawrites<3

[whowantslovergirl]

tojiandy/n

Toji Fushiguro x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: not really, this is purely based on Carlo and Sarah if you don’t know them look them up on insta or tik tok, THEY ARE THE CUTEST, basically that but with toji 🥳 miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Toji adapting to the American lifestyle and Y/n recording it all

posted: March 31, 2024

Toji trying publix sushi for the first time 🤭

The video starts with Toji sitting in front of a try of sushi. “So today Toji is trying sushi. Are you excited?”

He’s smiling and nodded. “I don’t think it’s going to be good.” He said while a little of his accent slipped out. “What?! Toji you’re going to love it.”

“I don’t even know what this is?!” He said laughing and you joined in. The video cut to Toji putting the sushi in his mouth. You are looking at him in anticipation behind the camera. He’s trying not to smile. “You like it?” He didn’t say anything but he did eat it. “It’s okay?” You just nodded.

He liked it and the comments also thought so.

user he def liked it 💀

urfav___ publix sushi is so good i can’t blame him 🤣

daddyy/n guys he liked it he told me 🙄

tojif replied i never said that?

He’s sad he forgot to get me flowers 🥰

The camera is facing Toji again and he’s telling you how he forgot to get flowers on his way from work. “I was so excited to give them to you and I forgot.” You just laughed a little. “Toji it’s okay.” He immediately shook his head. “No it’s not Y/n. You talked about wanting flowers yesterday! And I was going to surprise with flowers.”

“But for the house Toji.” You said laughing. He just looked at you. “I’m sorry ダーリン” (my darling)

“It’s okay my love.” He leaned in for a kiss and you ended the video.

user2 PROTECT THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS

cxuwk he genuinely looked so sad 😔

cutie i love him 😫

daddyy/n replied me too 😫

Smiling weird while Toji talks about how we met

You guys were in the kitchen, at the island. You guys were sitting on the seats you propped your phone on the paper towel roll. And press record.

“So Toji a lot of people been asking about how we met. And I like the way you tell the story. So tell it.” He nodded and began talking. “We met when Y/n was on trip with family and they were at dinner.” While he was telling the story you started smiling weird trying so hard not to laugh. He continued the story not knowing what was happening next to him.

“And I got her number and I was so happy and then-.” He cut himself off finally noticing what was happening. “Why you smiling like that?”

“Like what?”

“You just smile weird.”

“I always get happy when you tell the story you know that.” You pretended to be annoyed. “Oh ok.” Then he continued the story and you started smiling weird again. He saw you again. “You’re doing it on purpose!” Then you started laughing. “No I’m not?!” Then he started laughing.

lomlheidi_ HE SO FUNNY PLEASE

daddyy/n dw guys we’re actually gonna do a video on how we met 😭

Surprising Toji with his son

The video starts with you in the car and you are on your way to the airport.

“Today I’m surprising Toji with Megumi.”

“Now it’s no secret that Toji has a son, we both talked about it before, I would even consider Megumi to be my bonus son. And he calls me his bonus mother.”

“Yall are probably wondering why doesn’t Megumi live with you guys? Well it’s because Megumi goes to a school that is not offered here in America and he wanted to complete school then move here. We FaceTime him every single day. We love him with all our heart and Toji been a little sad missing his son so I called Gumi and one thing led to another I’m on my way to the airport.”

The video cut to Megumi in the car. “Hi Gumi!” You said hugging him and him hugging you back. “Hey Y/n.” “Are you excited to surprise your dad?” He nodded excitedly.

_____

To make everything more believable you invited your family and they all know about Megumi being here. You set a camera up in the living room and moved everyone over there for a ‘family picture’

“Ok everyone gather around I want to take a picture!”

Everyone gathers around and takes the picture. “Ok now Toji gonna take one by himself.”

“Wait why not you too?” You just shrugged and while he was posing Megumi slowly came in.

“Ok say cheese.”

“Cheese!” You took the picture and showed him. He saw Megumi in the picture and got confused. He turned and he saw his son in the flesh. “Oh my god!” Everyone laughed and you smiled. “ここで何をしているの” (what are you doing here?)

“Y/Nは私を追い出しました” (Y/n flew me out.)

They started communicating and smiled at them. You love your bonus family.

user3 OMGGG I LOVE THIS

jahsj why megumi kinda….

tojif replied please not my son 😔

daddyy/n guys stop making thirst traps of megumi Toji is literally going crazy

megumif replied keep them coming i like bragging to my friends

yujii__ replied WERE UR FRIENDS?!?!

How Toji proposed

You guys were at restaurant with Toji on one knee and you tearing up.

“Can you want?” You just laughed. He leaned in for a kiss and the camera cut to him asking again.

“Can you want?” You nodded and hugged him.

You love him and he loves you.

You’re Toji and Y/n.

[wannaseewhatshangin]

Love theif<3

You and Dallas were currently roommates, or actually hallmates. You lived at Buck's so you could work, Dallas lived at Buck's because he wanted to sit on his lazy ass all the time.

"Shut that music up, Y/n!" Dallas yelled from his room.

"How about you shut up, Dickface!" You screamed back.

This was a daily thing, it was like Buck was taking care of two hot headed kids with anger issues.

He could be funny sometimes but he was just impossible to like. Ya'll have been fighting since y'all met, since y'all came together as a gang.

You knew the Curtis brothers because they lived next to you for your whole life, and then here comes Dallas trying to make you miserable.

Two-Bit, Soda and Steve said it's because he likes you, but you never believed that shit.

Dallas came in your room, and just stared at you.

"Can I fucking help you?" you asked, waiting for a stupid response.

And you were right about the stupid response because he knocked everything off of your dresser and onto the floor, laughed, and ran out also leaving the door open.

"Ughh!" you exclaimed before stomping over to Dalla's room.

You slammed open his bedroom door, making him jump a little.

"Hey, man. Easy on the door"

"Fuck you, Dally." You cursed.

"You wish." He said back, smirking.

God, that stupid smirk on his stupid face.

"Why do you do this to me? What did I do to make you fell like you have to fuck up everything?"

"Oh quit your bitchin- also that's mine." He said guesturing to the sweatshirt you were wearing.

He would be lying if he said he didn't think you look cute in his sweatshirt.

"So? you take my stuff." you said.

You picked up your lighter, which was sitting on his nightstand.

"My lighter." you said, holding it up in his face.

"It lights my cigarettes better than matches."

"My cigarettes that I just bought yesterday night. I know because I wrote My name on the inside."

"oh yeah, ay while your bickering can you hand me one?"

"My blanket." you said, snatching it off of him.

"It's soft!" he said, trying to get it back.

"Ugh! I'm gonna kill you" you said, jumping on top of him, starting to smack him on his arm.

He grabbed your hair, tugging hard at it.

"Ow you bitch! Let go of my hair!" You yelled before grabbing his hair, giving him the same pain.

"damn, I didn't know you were a freak like that." He smirked, half just tryna get a rise out of you, and the other half was actually impressed.

"Shut up, you are a freak just as much as I am. Now let go!"

You started to pull harder, taking both of y'all onto the floor, continuing the cat fight out into the hallway.

"You let go of my hair first and then I'll stop."

You paused for a second, thinking it over,

"You lyin?"

"Honest."

You slowly let go of his hair, before being tackled to the ground.

"You are a fake ass bitch!" You said, trying to get loose.

"Aww, you mad? Nah, you know you like playin around with me."

Before you could say something back, y'all were interrupted .

"What in the actual fuck is going on in here?" Buck's voice was heard, interrupting the fighting.

"Tell Dally to stop being a bitch! He keeps taking my stuff, coming into MY room and completely messing it up, it has been like this since we've met each other and I'm sick and tired of it!" You screamed.

You could see Buck's face, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yall follow me." He said plainly.

The two of you followed him, wondering where he was taking ya'll.

It was your room.

"Hey what are-" before you could finish, the door was shut.

"Hey! Let us out! I don't wanna be in here with him!"

"Well learn how to wanna be in there with him. Ya'll aren't coming out until y'all become besties." Buck said through the door, locking it.

You sighed, turning around, seeing Dallas laying on your bed, playing with your stuffed animal.

"Aww don't be mad Ms y/n." He said, making the stuffed animal look like it was talking to you.

you rolled your eyes, nudging him a little, telling him to scoot over.

You brought out some candy from your drawer and your remote, turning the TV on.

you threw a pack of candy at him.

"Shrimp dick." You said, your eyes still on the TV, finding a movie for y'all to watch.

"Biatch." He said, opening the candy and eating some, passing you some as well.

There was definitely some progress made, since y'all are sharing food and actually sitting down on your bed next to each other. And the insults decreased slightly.

))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

"I think he's the killer, what do you think?" You asked, taking some candy out of the bag.

"I agree, he's creepy as fuck. He looks like he about to jump through the screen and slice me."

He laughed, looking at you.

He kept his stare going for at least 10 seconds,

"What?" You asked, rubbing your face, thinking you had candy on you.

"You know I don't hate you right?" He asked, pulling the cover around him more.

You sat in silence before answering.

"Then why did you tease me, bully me and all that shit since we met." you questioned, taking some candy from the handful that you had.

"Because I like you" he mumbled, secretly hoping you didn't hear, even though he wanted you to know.

"You serious?" you asked, kinda scared he was just trying to fuck with you.

He laughed.

"Girl if I bully you for that long without giving up, I'm pretty fucking sure I'm serious. Is it bad that I like you?" He said, starting to get insecure.

You had a smile that could just make him cry and shook your head. before grabbing his hand.

He stared some more before leaning his head on your shoulder, pulling the cover over the two of you.

He just wanted to lay with you, maybe Buck should do this more often.

[megs-98]

A Gentle Touch Under A Canopy of Wonder and Beauty

Well.. this was supposed to be something short and sweet for Valentine's Day yesterday. It got away from me and turned in a behemoth. It also took me on a bit of an emotional roller coaster as I wrote it so :') anyhoozers I hope yall enjoy <3

Inspiration from @write-it-motherfuckers romanced themed prompts 2 'A gentle touch against a sleeping face' and 8 'Tracing scars with a loving gaze'

Pairing: Gale x f!reader (Tav)

Summary: (This turned into a different take on Gale's love confession) Tav and Gale share a night together, saying, and doing things, that they need to get off their chest before they reach Moonrise Towers.

Tags: Explicit!, little bit of angst? (if you squint), expressing feelings, Mystra hate, female receiving oral, vaginal sex, sweet Gale, soft fucking, mutual orgasm, some religious themes during the smut (it's my favorite) idk I just have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this pixelated man.

Word count: 4.6k

“But now she has declared he is to be given a chance of redemption.” Elminster’s words still reverberate in your mind, even weeks later after meeting the man for the first time. You and your party were traveling through the mountain pass after leaving the gith creche. As you approached the bridge that would have taken you to the Shadowlands, you were quick to notice an elderly wizard looking at a map, looking a bit unsure of where he was meant to go, although this was a ruse as you were exactly who he was looking for. 

“Ah, hello! Might you spare a weary traveler a moment of time?”

You indulged the man as he explained that he was Elminster Aumar and was tasked with finding Gale of Waterdeep and how he had heard whispers within the weave of where Gale and the party might be. He disregarded Gale’s questioning of his sudden appearance by continuously asking for a respite from his travels at your camp . Reluctantly you all set up camp for the night and as Elminster finished his snack of cheese and wine, he asked that Gale accompany him to the prodigal wizard’s tent for some privacy. You stayed far enough away from the two to give them a moment together but close enough to hear what was being said. That’s when you heard Elminster explain to Gale that Mystra, the goddess of magic, the one who Gale had previously given himself completely too, knew what was happening to you and your companions. 

“If Mystra knows what’s happening then why isn’t she doing anything to help?” You asked angrily as you came up to the two men. Elminster explained that that was why he was there. He was delivering a message, and charge, for Gale. The message being that if he wanted a chance to be forgiven for his transgressions, he was to use the orb to rid the world of the Absolute with the charge giving him control of the combustion of the orb. He was to sacrifice himself. Gale had to calm you down as you started to yell at Elminster for delivering such a message and believing that that was something Gale would actually do. As unsure as Gale seemed, he told you he was determined to do what he needed to gain forgiveness with the goddess, to which you reiterated that there was a different way and that you would do what it took to find it. 

You spent the next weeks doing what you could to show Gale that detonating the orb wasn’t the answer. Making sure to shower him with praise when he made dinner, doing small chores around camp to help him, and finding any time you could talk with him about.. anything really, among other things. The two of you found yourselves growing closer as your travels progressed, often flirting with each other, occasionally holding hands, and exchanging the even rarer pecks on a cheek or forehead. You just wanted to make it known to the wizard that you cared for him and couldn’t stand the thought of losing him. 

That’s how you found yourself in front of Gale’s room in the Last Light Inn. As you got closer to Moonrise Towers, and closer to the heart of the Absolute, Gale remained resolute in his decision to do what was asked of him. Sleep evaded you as you laid in your bed, thinking about what was to come, how you were going to lose the man you loved, and how you hadn’t truly expressed your feelings yet. 

Padding silently across the landing of the inn’s second floor, you stood in front of Gale’s door, quickly knocking before you talked yourself out of it. It felt like an eternity waiting for Gale to answer the door, you were so lost in telling yourself this was a bad idea and you might as well leave that you didn’t notice that the door was cracked open, with the man of your affections staring at you. 

“Tav, what can I do for you this evening?” He asked as he opened the door for you, inviting you in as he pulled on his outer robe, as he was only in his sleep pants. 

You fidgeted with your hands as you came in, looking at everything but Gale, unsure how to explain yourself. Admittedly, there wasn’t much to look at in the room, a chair in the corner of the room opposite of the bed, a wardrobe, and a side table next to the bed with a singular lit candle. It made you realize how small the inn’s rooms actually were as you continued to scan the room. Gale cocked his head a bit looking at you as he came closer, finally catching your eyes. Oh, how you could so easily get lost in those brown eyes of his. He often had a solemn look behind his eyes, which was unsurprising after you had learned everything he had been through. Between being cast aside by his goddess, condemned to spend however long in his tower due to the volatile nature of the Netherese orb that was within him, alone with only his tressym, Tara, to keep him company and provide help for when his arcane hunger struck. Having to figure out how to remove an Illithid tadpole from yourselves before potentially becoming mindflayers, and now being told he should sacrifice himself so he might gain forgiveness from Mystra. You watched as Gale grabbed your hands, smoothing his thumbs over the backs of your hands, bringing one hand up to his lips and placing a gentle kiss on your hand in an attempt to still your wandering mind. You saw the love in his eyes as he looked at you as you were sure your eyes were a mirror image of his.  

  “Please, my dear, tell me what you need.” The sincerity and concern in his voice, something you were still not entirely used to from a potential partner, almost caused tears to prick up in the corner of your eyes. You surprised both Gale and yourself as you wrapped your arms around his neck, taking in deep breaths, his lingering smell of old parchment and ink helping calm you.

“I can’t sleep, I was hoping I could sleep in here with you?” You asked, muffled against his skin. You felt as Gale’s arms closed around you, bringing you in closer to him to deepen the hug. You could also feel his shoulders stiffen at the request. Of course the two of you had cuddled up close to each other by the campfire or during your late night talks, but close proximity for the entirety of a night as the two of you slept was uncharted territory, something the two of you had not yet taken part in. Gale took in a deep breath before pulling away, a small smile on his face. 

“Of course you can, dear.” He said as he stepped away, one of his hands was still in yours. “I’ll go ask the tiefling boys for an extra pillow and blanket so I can sleep in the chair.”  A distinction he made as to not presume that you meant sleeping in the same bed as him. As much as that was something he wanted, he recognized that neither of you had specified where your relationship was going with the man, even though you both knew there were strong feelings for each other there. 

Your grip tightened on his hand, stopping him in his tracks. You shook your head and looked to the bed. Gale’s eyes widened as he realized what you meant, that you wanted to sleep in the same bed as him, just as he wanted. He felt his heartbeat quicken, thankful in this moment that Elminster had given him control over the orb. Now wanting to take advantage of being about to feel a whole spectrum of emotions again without setting it off, he knew he had to let you take the lead at this moment. He saw just how vulnerable you were allowing yourself to be with him and he wanted to do what he could to show that he appreciated your openness with him. 

“I just want to lay with you, be close to you. I’m scared for what’s to come and I just need to know you're here..” You whispered as you drew your hand back from Gale’s, wrapping yourself in your arms, feeling a bit foolish for thinking this was something that Gale was ready for or even wanted with you. Gale gave you a quiet hum as he came back to you, lightly caressing your arms as he pressed a kiss into your temple. 

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” He said as he took off his robe, taking your hand to lead you to the bed. He held his arm up, motioning for you to lay down first. “Lay however you need to, there isn’t a lot of space and I want you to be comfortable.” 

You were quick to get under the covers, with your back pressed against the cool wall, watching as Gale entered the bed, both of you unsure of how to lay. You let him get comfortable before cuddling into his side, letting his arm wrap around your shoulders as you held him around his waist, bringing your leg up over his. You brought the covers over the two of you as you both settled into each other, a mixture of comfortability and timidness as the two of you got used to being entwined together. 

Soon enough, as you laid there in silence enjoying each other’s company, you could hear steady breathing coming from Gale indicating that he had fallen asleep. Your mind began to wander again as you laid next to him. Thinking of everything the two of you had been through together, from pulling him out of the portal he had found himself stuck in to the first time his arcane hunger affected him. You sighed as you thought of how he was not quick to tell you about his condition, not out of frustration at him necessarily, moreso at the fact he thought you would cast him aside because of it. As you let your thoughts distract you, your eyes looked around the small room again, your focus being brought back to Gale. Well, it was brought to the earring he wore on his left ear. Carefully, you moved your head back to get a better look at it, taking it in between your fingers that had been absent mindedly rubbing Gale’s side with. It was a simple star that held the weight of Gale’s world within it. It symbolized his loyalty to Mystra, the one who Gale had been in love with, now the one who told him he needed to use himself to end the cult that was the Absolute. 

It was a small insecurity of yours, knowing that the man you had fallen in love with had been intimately involved with one of the gods before he met you. You tried to shake those thoughts as you know that Gale cares for you and that his relationship with you is vastly different from the one he had with Mystra. You let the earring drop out of your fingers as you looked at Gale, admiring his sleeping form. Appreciating how serene he looked as he slept. As you watched him sleep, your eyes drifted to the faint lines sprouting from the corner of his eye, connecting to the orb confined in his chest. Carefully moving your arm, you brought a finger up to softly caress the lines. You traced the lines down his cheek, lightly dragging your finger across his beard, noticing the few gray hairs starting to grow in. Continuing to follow the lines down, you reached where the orb illustrated itself on his chest. You had never seen it this close before, as Gale was always wearing his robes or sleep shirt. You sat up a little to get a closer look at it, bringing your hand away from the man when he started stirring, acting as if he were about to wake up. 

Once it was evident he was still asleep, you were back to inspecting the orb. You remember Gale telling you the story of how he became one with the orb. After tracking down what he thought was a tome containing part of the missing Netherese weave for Mystra, hoping to give it to her to get back in her good graces, he opened the tome and was only met with a swirling black mass: pure Netherese weave. It had latched itself on to Gale, forcing him to become its new host as it demanded more and more magic to devour. You felt sad for the man as you thought of his desperation to win back the goddess who obviously wanted nothing to do with him, only acting on his devotion to her. That sadness quickly shifted, though, to that of distress as you realized that the orb had embedded itself into Gale’s skin. Tracing over his chest, you could feel how his skin was raised as if there was scar tissue along the edges of the orb, a physical manifestation for the bomb that was within him. Your heart ached as you thought of what he went through, not knowing what was happening after what happened, only knowing crippling, debilitating pain as he and Tara struggled to find a potential cure for the darkness living in him now. You had been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed Gale was awake, watching you closely inspect him. Watching as emotion overtook you, though he wasn’t sure what was causing your sadness. 

You felt the heat of tears in your eyes again as you continued to look at Gale, trying to wipe away the tears that had escaped. Feeling Gale shift beneath you as he tightened his arm around you, you put your hand on his chest, trying to get him to lay back down. You felt his free hand against your skin as he cupped your cheek, wiping away your tears. 

“While I do love seeing some tears in the bedroom, I’m afraid these are not the tears that should be occurring right now.” He said as he pulled you into an embrace. You buried your face in his chest, apologizing for waking him up. 

“Shh, you have nothing to apologize for, my angel. Now, tell me what has you so worked up, hmm?” He said as he rubbed a hand down your back. 

“This shouldn’t have happened to you.” You said quietly. “You were just trying to impress a goddess who only saw you for your abilities.. She never loved you, she only loved what you could do and the loyalty you had for her. She used you. She didn’t see you for the man that you are. How kind, caring, and considerate you are. How you can realize, and admit, your wrongs. How you just want to be loved for you. And now you’re stuck with an all consuming thing in you unless you agree to blow yourself up. It’s bullshit, Gale. You deserved, and still do deserve, better than Mystra.” You had sat up at this point, starting to get angry, sitting next to Gale, who was still lying there rubbing your back. He smiled at you as you passionately expressed yourself, giving you another hum of acknowledgement. 

“Good thing I do have someone better than Mystra by my side now.” He said as he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed.

You looked at him, perplexed, as he held out a hand to you. 

“I was hoping to save this for a different time but I do believe that now is as good a time as any.” You grabbed his hand as you sat on the edge of the bed with him. Watching as he took his hand away, closing his eyes. Obviously concentrating, he started murmuring to himself as he gesticulated his secret words with his hands. You patiently watched, trying to figure out what spell he was casting. Within a few minutes, you saw the ceiling start to change. Your eyes grew wide as you watched the ceiling of the small room turn into a night sky of varying shades of blues, greens, and purples, littered with constellations. 

Once Gale was finished, he flashed you a brilliant smile as he looked at you. 

“Well, what do you think?” He asked, obviously proud of himself. 

“Gale, it’s breathtaking. You never cease to amaze me.” You said to him as you continued staring up at the illusion, unable to take your eyes away from it.

“I’m glad you like it. You were the inspiration behind it, you know.” You turned your head as you heard his words, seeing that he was already looking at you. There was so much trepidation as well as love in his eyes. 

“This is what I see every time I even so much as think of you. I wanted to show you how I see you, but if I’m being honest, it really does pale in comparison to your beauty. This isn’t something that I can do often anymore, but tonight is different. As we both know this may be one of my last nights alive and I wanted it to be special, under a canopy of wonder and the likeness of the beauty of the woman I care most for… There is no turning away from the inevitable, at least this way it will be on my own terms.” You noticed a fearful tone in his voice as you listened to the man. 

“Nothing is inevitable, Gale. I can’t lose you, we can find a different way.” You laced your fingers between his as he watched you. 

“One moment with you could sate me for a lifetime. I’m glad you helped me all those weeks ago. You immediately showed your propensity for helping others at that moment. And in that moment, I found myself drawn to you. Not a day goes by that I don’t find myself falling harder and harder for you, Tav. I often find myself wishing that things were different, wanting to be back home again, with you, so I could court you properly, say everything I want to say better. But the reality is that time is short.. I’m in love with you.” 

You let his words sink in as he scanned your face, desperately hoping that you shared his feelings. The look of disappointment fell across his face as you dropped his hand. However you took him by surprise as you moved to straddled him, grabbing his face, and crashing your lips against his. You heard his shock turn into a moan as he deepened the kiss, causing the concentration for his illusion to break, leaving the two of you left in just the dim candlelight. You carded your hand through his hair as he brought his tongue against your lips, seeking entrance. You both moaned as you felt your tongues dancing around each other. Gale’s hands started to roam your body, coming underneath the hem of your shirt. You cupped his face as you pulled away from the kiss, a whimper leaving him as he had started losing himself in how sweet your kiss tasted. 

As you tried catching your breath, you brought your forehead against his. You saw him looking at you, unfortunately still unsure of your feelings. You didn’t need to connect your tadpoles to know what he was thinking, that he was hoping that you shared his feelings, even though the kiss the two of you just shared should have been his answer. 

“Gale, I am hopelessly in love with you. I love you more than words can express.”

 As soon as the words left your mouth, Gale had his lips back on you. Messily kissing you as he stripped you out of your shirt, kissing every inch of your skin that he could reach. You relished in his touch, running your hands down his chest as he pawed at you. A moan escaped you as you felt Gale’s mouth close around one of your hardened nipples, causing you to heave your breast farther into his mouth. Keeping an arm around your waist, he lifted you as he stood so he could lay you down on the mattress. He continued kissing down your body as he removed your pants, tapping you on your thigh to signal you to raise your hips. 

You did as he silently requested, helping him get your pants off. Gale sat on his knees between your legs, barely brushing his hands down your thighs, sending a shiver through your entire body. 

“Gods, look at you. You’re so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky to be blessed with someone like you?” 

“I could say the same thing about you, Gale.” You smirk as he continued stroking your legs. You watched as he lowered himself again, peppering kisses down each of your legs, slowly kissing his way back to your lower stomach. He watched with half lidded eyes as you moaned and writhed under his touch for him, occasionally bucking your hips, trying to get him to kiss you on your aching core. He chuckled as you put one of your hands in his hair, trying to guide him.

“Gale, please. There’s only so much teasing I can take.” You whined at your lover, unable to find any friction for some sort of release as he laid himself down, bringing an arm around your hips as to hold you down.

“Ah, ah. Impatience is not a virtue that suits you, my love.” He winked at you as you rolled your eyes at him. “But I do suppose you’re right, we’ve both been wanting this for far too long.” 

Gale moaned against you as he finally put his tongue between your folds, feeling euphoric as he finally had his mouth against your dripping cunt and hearing you moan his name like it was a prayer meant only for him. He knew in his mind, though, that it should be him chanting your name like a prayer as you became his new idol of devotion in this moment. This was the point of no return for Gale as he continued to eat you out. The way you tasted, rolled your hips against his face trying to help bring yourself closer to the edge, how your body reacted to his touch, and how his name sounded on your sweet voice. He was yours, from now until his last breath. Nothing in this world would take him from you now, gods be damned.

Once you had reached your climax, Gale ascended your body, once again littering kisses wherever he could. He lovingly watched as you fought to catch your breath, recovering from the best orgasm you have had, carefully getting out of his pants. He pressed bruising kisses against your neck as he gave his aching cock a few strokes, groaning as he finally felt a little bit of relief. 

“I can’t wait any longer, angel. Please, I need to feel you around me.” Gale begged as he kept his hardened length just barely away from your soaked and aching entrance. You quickly nodded as you let out a breathy please. 

You let out a gasp as you felt Gale place his cock between your folds, thrusting a couple of times to cover himself in your slick, while hitting your already sensitive clit. You felt Gale shift his weight as he placed one of his forearms on the side of his head, his other hand pressing his tip against your entrance. Slowly, oh so slowly, he sank himself into you, able to bottom out from how wet you were. He stilled once he was completely in you, placing his other arm by your head. His knuckles white from how hard he was gripping the sheets, trying not to cum already from how good you felt. You were as equally blissed out as he was, sinking your nails into his back as you felt the slight pain from being stretched out and how full you felt. Your senses were nothing but Gale. In addition to how he filled you, you could feel how he set your skin ablaze, you could smell the musk that was the result of your bodies coming together as one. You felt as his beard slightly scratched you as he put his face in the crock of your neck. All of these feelings only amplify as you finally feel Gale start to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you using long, languid strokes. You brought your arms around your lover as you tried to pull him impossibly closer to you, almost trying to physically become one. 

Gale knew he couldn’t last much longer, between hearing your soft moans directly in his ear and how it felt as if your pussy was made for him. He was ready to topple over the edge but he needed to get you there again first. He knew you were close as you clenched tighter around him. 

“Uhnn, Tav. You’re taking me so well, love.. I’m not, oh gods, I’m not gonna last much longer.” You clenched even tighter around him hearing his praise. 

“Shit, you feel so good.. I need to come again, sweetheart. I know you’re close. Can you cum again for me?” He asked as he pressed a kiss on your mouth. 

You nodded, to fucked out to give him a proper answer. Seeing you nod, Gale pulled out of you, a whine quickly leaving you. You felt as he grabbed your legs, pulling your knees over his shoulders. Just as fast as he left your cunt, he was back in you, changing from slow, loving strokes, to hard and fast strokes while keeping a bruising grip on the back on your thighs. The cord you felt in your core was quickly being pulled tight, on the verge of snapping, with this new angle and intensity. Gale was hitting your spot so perfectly, your back was arching off the bed as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. You could hear Gale singing his praises as he moaned, still trying to hold off his orgasm. You felt as he quickened his pace even more, quickly feeling as he brought you over the edge again, screaming his name as you came. Gale dropped your legs, caging your body with his, slowing down his thrusting, as he finished with you. He helped you both ride out your high, pulling out once he knew he was softening in you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he got up to get a rag out of the wardrobe. Carefully, he cleaned you up and then himself, tossing the rag somewhere across the room when he was done. He helped you move over in bed so he could lay down next to you again, tangling your limbs together as he held you close. You quickly fell asleep as you laid against your lover. Gale, as tired as he was, couldn’t help but stay awake as he thought about how there was, in no logical way, any chance he could go through with sacrificing himself now. He had something much bigger than himself to live for now. Your love. And he wasn’t about to lose that over some god who couldn’t even compare to you in any way, shape, or form.

[augustvandyne]

Hiii, so I was wondering if you maybe could write something about Angela where she’s surprising reader with a vacation to Paris and maybe also her proposing on that vacation. Sorry if it’s confusing or any spelling mistakes English isn’t my first language. :)

i haven’t wrote for angela in a hot minute yall. it’s been a while and i don’t like it!

on another note, i’m going to start taking requests for celina juarez as well!

paris

You tightly grasp onto Angela’s hand as if your life depended on it.

If there was one thing you hated more than criminals, it was flying. The worst part was that Angela wouldn’t even tell you where you were going!

All you knew was she came up to you yesterday morning before your shift and told you the two of you were going on a surprise vacation.

And now she was just laughing at you as you all but broke the bones in her hand.

“Baby,” Angela grabs your other hand. “You need to breathe. We aren’t going to crash.”

“How can you be so sure? I mean—“ Your frown turns into a smile when you see Angela staring at you in that way.

The way she looked at you when she first told you she loved you. You loved that look. It was like she got lost in you - like she could watch you all day. Like no matter what you did she’d find amazing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You cry softly, leaning your head against the headrest on the seat.

“Because you’re gorgeous,” Angela shrugs. “And I love you.”

It wasn’t like she didn’t tell you you were beautiful or gorgeous all the time. Or that she didn’t tell you she loved you at least three times a day. It was.. well, you weren’t quite sure what it was.

But something was definitely off with her, and you couldn’t wait to find out what.

“I love you too,” You breathe in nervously. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out soon, my love,” Angela promises.

You tap your feet against the plane floor nervously.

“We’re landing,” Angela tells you, leaning over to kiss you on your cheek.

“I didn’t break your hand did I?” You ask, your brows drawing together with worry.

“I don’t think so,” Angela flexes and extends her hand. “But a few kisses should make it better.”

You laugh and kiss her knuckles.

Paris was your dream. It was everything you could ever imagine and more.

You remember yours and Angela’s first date clear as day. When you told her your dream was to go to Paris. Even if it was just for a few days. And here the two of you were.

“I’ve been saving up since our first date,” Angela shrugs. “I know how much Paris means to you, and I wanted to see you happier than ever.”

You all but melt in your seat, “Ang.. I’m already happier than ever.”

Angela tilts her head, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“Okay, I’m definitely happier than ever right now,” You admit, “But you make me so, so happy. This is just exhibit A.”

“Oh, I see where I stand,” She jokes.

“You know you’re my number one,” You smile gratefully. “I love you so much for doing this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I know.. but I wanted to. Plus, any reason to get you in a dress,” She shrugs, eyeing you up once again.

You’d went out to a nicer restaurant for tonight. Previous nights you’d just went to cafes and smaller shops, but tonight Angela suggested a nicer restaurant just so you could “experience” it.

Your favorite part was that Angela wasn’t fluent in French like you, so you got to order for her most of the time. Which was fun.

“You know I’d put on a dress just because you asked,” You told her.

“Hmm,” Angela lifts her brows suggestively. “I’ll have to take you up on that once we get back to LA.”

You chuckle, looking away for a split second.

“Don’t go all shy on me,” Angela smirked. “You are so cute. Look at your face getting all red.”

She knew just what to do to provoke you, because then your hands were making their way to your face, hiding your reddening features. Which gave her just enough time to pull the ring out and get down on her knee.

Your mind flashes back to a conversation you shared with Jackson a few months ago.

“How are you and Angela?” Jackson asks, his eyes focused on the road in front of him.

A smile formed on your face at the mention of your girlfriend’s name, “We’re good. We’ve been living together for a while now. I feel at peace.”

“Oh?” Jackson shared a smile with you, sparing you a small glance.

“What?” You frowned.

“Nothing,” Jackson gave you another glance that had you on the edge of your seat.

“What?!”

“Exactly how long have you guys been living together, now?” Jackson pulled into the parking lot at the station.

“I don’t know.. four or five months now?” You shrugged nonchalantly.

“And you’ve been dating…”

“Nine,” You answered. “What are you getting at?”

“I’m just saying.. maybe.. if she takes you on any vacation - specifically a surprise one - she might be thinking of taking the next step with you,” Jackson suggested.

“And what is that?” You had a look of confusion strewn across your face, like you genuinely didn’t know.

“Marriage,” Jackson said.

“Oh,” You turned to look out the window. “I don’t know. She might not even want to marry me.”

“Trust me, she wants to marry you,” Jackson opened the door and climbed out.

“What does that mean?” You asked yourself before jumping out of the car and running to him. “What does that mean, Jackson?”

“I’m just saying,” He shrugged. “If she didn’t intend on marrying you she probably would’ve told you already. Plus, she’s the only one who can put up with you.”

You smacked him.

“What? I’m just being honest.”

You laughed along with him and parted ways after noticing Angela at her desk.

“Hi, my love,” Angela logged out of her computer, all her attention immediately focusing on you.

“Hey,” You smiled and leaned down to give her a kiss, ignoring Jackson’s smirking expression in the background.

Your breath is caught in your throat as you remember the memory.

He was right.

God damn it, he was so right.

“I love you so much, Y/n M/n L/n,” Angela is shaking on her knee, and you realize how much she really loves you, as well as how nervous she is. This was what she was planning, and you couldn’t think of a better reason to go to Paris. “I want to marry you and spend the rest of my life with you, because I think I’m the only one who will put up with your obsession with Gilmore Girls, or you picky eating habits. Or how cold you need it to sleep.”

You chuckle, tears growing in your eyes.

“You’re the best P2 I know, not that there much competition, and I’m not just saying that because I hope you’ll marry me. I’m saying that because that’s what I know,” Angela looks at you with a soft expression. “I love you, okay? I brought you here because this is what you wanted more than anything. And I know we can’t afford to do our wedding here, but I plan on having our honeymoon here. So please, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” You jump up, and so does Angela.

She wraps her hands around the back of your neck, leaning your forehead down against hers, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Jackson—“

Angela laughs and shakes her head. “I know. He got in my head too.”

“I love you so much too,” You admit.

“You better.”

[tonyboneysblog]

ACCIDENTAL NAB P3

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

notes: PART THREE YALL! this was going to be posted yesterday but we went into a school lockdown🤪

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far from your home! On accident…

Part 2: ACCIDENTAL NAB P2

“wakey wakey, princess..”

you recognize the voice, it’s hawks, you can feel the early sun settling into your skin.

“mph…” you groggily let out.

He giggles softly, “cmon, early bird gets the worm.”

“let me sleep more, the sun just came up…” you say quietly.

something’s laying on you, it feels heavy but it’s warm. You had already guessed it wasn’t hawks since he sounded too far away so you just assumed it was the blanket- until the blanket hit you.

“Ow- what was that for?!” Your eyes open quickly to see a mischievous hawks staring back at you.

“Had to get you up somehow.”

You look behind him, Dabi and Tokoyami are still sleeping, so really there was no point in waking you up either than just wanting to annoying you with his squawking.

“Go annoy someone else.” You say bluntly.

“Hmm, nah I don’t think so.”

“why’re you annoying me”

“why’re you so mean?”

you look away slightly at the comment, it didn’t hurt you but no one ever called you mean..except for him.

“My sisters think I’m great.”

“well your sisters aren’t here, are they?”

“I wonder whose fault that is?”

hawks laughs at your banter while you just stare at him with a stern look, the one you used when your sister broke some type of plate while ‘’trying’’ to help the maids.

“Maybe if you were nicer to me than I’d let you get more beauty rest.”

“it’s hard to be nice”

“Why’s that?” He cocks his head into the pillow more.

you stay silent for a moment, “I don’t know.”

you close your eyes. It’s quite, maybe if he stopped talking you could drift away into sleeps kind, warm arms.

“That’s fine, you’ll have to figure it one day thought if you’re gonna be the queen.” he says softly.

“yea” is the only thing you utter after.

you yawn loudly, still tired, the suns starting to hurt your eyes and it feels like it’s getting to hot under the covers. At least they’re soft…

your covers move again slightly, you assume it’s just hawks just get off the bed but the weight never shifts

you open your eyes again but instead of the soft white it’s the same beautiful red as hawks…avian wings.

You think he’d say something about your staring but he stays quiet, thankfully.

you’d like to pet them, they look soft- but, it feels like the same as if someone just randomly petted your dog without asking. It’s your dog so why touch it without the ask?

So you just stare, which is arguably more weird than touching…

They start twitching slightly- is he nervous? you’d assume he gets tons of looks since there so large and bright.

“wish you had a pair of your own, huh?” He says.

“I like them, only good thing about you.”

“Well aren’t you discourteous?”

“I’m surprised you know that word, bird brain.”

you hear the beds behind hawks starts to creak, then comes the yawns.

Tokoyami is the first to speak, “Good morning hawks, y/n.”

“Morning!” you say happily, Tokoyami was nice.

The three men raised from their beds, hawks left you a little colder. They talked about how their day should go, eating, selling more to different traders in town, etc.

you were blissfully laying in the soft bed, Dabi wasn’t kidding when he said the were nice.

“Princess?” Hawks calls. You only groan as a response.

“I can trust you enough to have the gag not be on your mouth, right?”

It’s not like you would talk a lot with it off anyways, you nodded despite that.

Hawks smiles, he had a nice smile, “good, now cmon put on your scarf, let’s go eat.”

The walk to the tavern wasn’t that long, you were able to pass by a few shops, some for flowers, furniture, or just pawning. The four of you passed by one of the pawn shops, where they sold most of your royal things.

The owner looked at you, looked away for a moment, then looked back and started waving his hands trying to get your attention.

“M-Mr. Hawks! one moment please?” He says.

Hawks cocks his head to the side while the man runs up to him, pulling him aside to where the three of you can’t hear their conversation.

You can tell by the expressions on hawks face that the news he’ll have won’t be very good, he argues quietly, then beckons Tokoyami to come closer.

He whispers something in his ear, then Tokoyami walks away.

Hawks then shoos away the old man, turning back towards you with a sour expression.

“Can’t sell the stuff here apparently, boss says it’s ‘too suspicious’ for a town like this.” Hawks says with a distaste.

Dabi sighs, “where are we supposed to sell it then?”

“Night market, heard it’s moved down to Skinningrove.”

Dabi whistles, “Now that is one fucked up place.”

Now you’ve never heard of “skinningrove” but SableStome was just fine even if Tokoyami and Dabi hated it, so you assumed it would be fine!

“What’re you looking so happy for huh?” Dabi says.

“Hm? Nothing, just excited for the next adventure.” You reply.

Dabi chuckles, “well you know why they call it Skinningrove right? Cause they skin people there- and you’re milk bathed skin would sell for some pretty penny yknow.”

“Dabi, don’t scare her.”

Well isn’t that just amazing for you?

Hawks looks at the distraught expression on your face, “Just stay close to me and you’ll be fine.”

“They won’t be scared of you pretty boy.”

“I’ll give them a reason to be scared then.”

Dabi just shakes his head with a small smile.

You can hear a carriage approaching, then the owner coming out with your belongings.

The four men start packing all your things into the carriage in preparation for Skinningrove, aren’t you just so excited?

Hawks then ushers you inside, you sit down on one of the boxes. Hawks thanks the owner then waves goodbye as you start moving.

He looks back at you, you looked terrified after Dani’s little comment about being…skinned.

He sits next to you and hands you something red, it’s a feather, one straight from those pretty wings to be specific.

don’t say pretty.

“Here.”

“Why are you giving me this?”

“Skinningrove is always a little hectic, don’t wanna lose you.”

“Do they really skin people there?”

He groans softly, “Only sometimes…”

well I suppose that makes you feel…slightly better?

“I can hear through it, just a little bit, so if you get swooped away you’ll be able to talk to me.”

“Thanks, hawks…”

You can feel the carridge shaking slightly on the bumpy road that leads out of SableStone, you’re still scared of your next adventure but at least hawks will protect you?

no, don’t think that.

your father would never even have you near this place…or out of the palace.

hawks gives you freedom at least.

he’ll keep you safe.

[justiceforfoxface]

i agree we need more sfw coriolanus fics

can i request a fic where corio and reader are acquaintances in university, until they slowly but surely become closer and closer

i just want to read your depiction of coriolanus and what he’d be like in uni 😍

ok a) amazing idea b) i did not know what format to put this in so it sounds weird to me but i hope it sounds okay to yall c) enjoy :)

*I DON’T HAVE A CREATIVE TITLE FOR THIS*

:) 

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Warnings: none. no use of y/n. this is sfw because were severely lacking in coryo fluff.

tried to keep coryo mostly canon here but i hope you like it :)

……..

Coriolanus Snow.

Everyone knew of him.

No one knew about him-or, that is to say, what he was really like. Just that he studied under Dr. Gaul herself and didn’t have any friends.

You had worked together once before, and you walked the same route to school. Every day, you would acknowledge each other, with just a nod, and that would be it. 

It probably seemed like just another thing to cross off on his daily to-do list to him, but to you, it was genuinely nice. You didn’t have many friends either, so even though he was acknowledging you out of pure manners and no actual friendliness, it made you feel a little happier.

One day, you got to University for breakfast like you did any time they served it. It didn’t taste good, but it was edible and filling, which was all that mattered to most students of the University when they had to get up early and clean themselves up to attend school.

You got yourself some food and then sat at a table, prepared to people-watch like you always did. Not in a creepy, stalkerish way. Just in a way that, if you had a camera and a permit, would be completely normal.

And your first people-watching subject, like it was most of the time, was none other than Coriolanus Snow himself.

He ate alone at the opposite corner of the room, his eyes never leaving his meal. He was the only student that didn’t have some sort of constant gossip about them, and yet he interested you the most because of that very reason. 

And then, his piercing blue eyes looked up and went directly to you, catching you in the act of staring at him and startling you. When he looked at you, you tensed up. You weren’t quite sure what you were bracing yourself for, but it couldn’t be good.

Instead, he just looked back down at his meal and continued to eat as if nothing had ever happened. 

Strange.

Your eyes traveled over the crowd of University students to move on to watching Lysistrata Vickers.

………

You get your breakfast the next day at the University like any other day, only to find Coriolanus Snow sitting at your table, directly across from where you normally would sit.

You consider walking over to his normal table and sitting there, but your curiosity overcomes you and you sit across from him. You eat in silence for a minute or two before he speaks.

“You were watching me yesterday.”

There was no point in denying it. “I was.”

“Why?”

There was no point in lying, either, not really. “Because I was interested. As to why you don’t have any friends, and why you sit alone every day.”

Coriolanus goes silent, and you begin to wonder if you’ve said something wrong. But then, he stabs at his meal with his fork and says, “I’m sitting here right now, aren’t I?”

You don’t know how to respond to that, and you doubt he’d take kindly to you saying, “That doesn’t count,” so instead, you stay quiet.

And it’s the best breakfast you’ve had since you began university.

…..

This becomes part of your daily routine as well. You and Coriolanus walked to school together, and sat and ate breakfast together in silence. No one else noticed the change, or they just didn’t ask about it. Sometimes, you would greet Coriolanus, or ask how his day was going, but you wouldn’t get long responses. He didn’t seem one for small talk.

You were one for small talk, but you could respect that he wasn’t. 

He spoke to you sometimes in class, as he did to other students. If he disagreed with anyone-or agreed-everyone would know it.

One day, after class, your things fall on the floor, and as you pick them up, Lysistrata approaches you, hands your book to you, and says, “I don’t know what you did, but it’s working.”

“What?” you say, very confused.

“Coriolanus.” Lysistrata explains. “Haven’t you noticed? He eats with you. He actually talks to you, and it’s not just to call you a failure. I think he likes you.”

“That doesn’t mean he likes me, it means he tolerates me.”

Lysistrata raises her eyebrow. “With Coriolanus, tolerating you is just him expressing his love for you. Trust me.” Her voice changes slightly. “I’ve seen it.”

You weren’t a mentor, but you remember once hearing that Coriolanus had some sort of something with his tribute last year. Lucy Gray Baird. From Twelve. 

You decided to ignore Lysistrata and ask Coriolanus about it the next day. She was joking, right? Or perhaps she was serious and just very wrong. Coriolanus didn’t love you.

Although, if he did-you wouldn’t turn him down.

……

The next morning, you build up your confidence on the walk to the University. The silence seems more awkward than peaceful.

When you get to breakfast and sit down comfortably, you slowly begin with, “You know, yesterday, Lysistrata was talking to me.”

“Hmm?” Coriolanus said. He was uninterested, which was clear as he took a bite of his food and largely ignored what you were saying.

You pressed on. “She said something…strange. About..you.”

That got his attention. His eyes went straight to yours, and you felt heat rise in your cheeks. 

Why couldn’t his eyes be brown or something?

“What’d she say?” he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and putting his fork down.

“She said…” You started losing all your confidence as his eyes read your soul. “She said she thought that you, um, loved me.”

There was no reaction on his face. “What did you say to her?”

“I said I thought she was lying.”

You cleared your throat, already drying up from nerves. “Was she?”

“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

You became slightly irritated, even though you knew it was never good to be irritated at Coriolanus Snow. “I just said I thought she was lying, was she?”

A small smirk curved up the edge of his lips as he put another forkful of food to his mouth. “Yes.”

Your smile was pasted on your face on the outside, but on the inside, your face fell. You really thought you had something. That maybe you could’ve gotten the elusive Coriolanus Snow to show emotions. But maybe it was just a stupid idea.

“Right.” You whispered this, trying not to let your voice crack.

Why am I crying? Don’t cry. It’s a little thing. Don’t let it get to you.

You felt a surprisingly warm hand on your face, and you saw Coriolanus gently wiping a tear off of your cheek. 

“Don’t cry,” he said with a surprising gentleness. 

“Sorry,” you said, nodding and yet trying not to shake his hand off of your face. It was a nice, warm touch. “It’s a-it’s a stupid thing to cry about, I know.”

“Love’s not stupid.” Coriolanus said it almost angrily, and yet the anger was not directed at you. “Trust me, it’s not. It’s not stupid, but it does make you do…stupid things.”

“Like what?”

“Like…” You were praying that the next words he said were, Like saying you don’t love someone when you really do, but instead he just said, “…lots of things.”

…

Your daily routine stayed mostly the same. Except you talked during breakfast. About what? Everything. Some days, political conversations that bored you to death and made the spark in his eyes light up more than anything. And some days, conversations about the most random things that made both of you laugh.

Coriolanus’s laugh was what made you understand why people found rare things so precious. It was hard to get him to laugh, but you tried as much as you could every day, and relished in the little burst of happiness you got every time his small smile expanded and his eyes lit up.

You began to think he had maybe been lying about not loving you-but you tried not to think about it often, just in case you jinxed it.

But…he wouldn’t move away if your elbows or knees brushed against each other. With each passing day, he seemed more interested in what you had to say. 

And sometimes, when you walked to school together, your hands would brush, and he’d wrap his hand around yours, your hand disappearing in his, your fingers intertwined.

He’d always let go when you got close to the university, leaving your hand warm.

But you hoped one day he would walk up the stairs still holding your hand, or maybe even all the way to breakfast, and he’d sit next to you instead of across from you. 

It would happen someday, you hoped. But you knew Coriolanus wasn’t going to do that for just anybody. And even though you hoped you were more than just anybody to him, you were willing to be patient.

Word Count: 1,494

[thevoidscreams]

Room for growth

Chapter: 1 Warnings: none so far (Lorgar might get a bit clingy in the future)

"Do you have more of this series here?" The voice, buttery, rich and warm, washed over me, and I hummed into my tea. Turning, I saw Lorgar holding the first book in a series I had enjoyed as a teen.

"Finished already?" It had taken me days to get through the first book, but Lorgar had only had it since that morning. It was just getting to early evening.

His cheeks tinged red, and he set the book down on the end table by the comfortable recliner I'd gotten for him off Craigslist.

"It was quite a good read, I will admit. Perhaps a tad bit predictable... but I can see why you enjoyed the story so far."

That made me smile. I got up to go to my room, the books were all in boxes in the back of my closet.

The apartment wasn't very big, especially with two people now. But with the new position I'd taken at work. The idea of actually owning a house was looking like a really good idea.

Especially with all the financial aid the government had recently rolled out to families with Astartes and Primarchs in their homes. I had loved having him in my home. Even before the financial aid. Bringing him into my home had made my life fuller. It had made me wonder if maybe Lorgar would enjoy having one or two of his sons to keep him company when I was away. And as I understood it, primarchs were meant to be with their astartes.

I brought out the second volume and went back to the living room.

"So Lorgar.. can I ask you something?"

The short, tan warrior looked up from the place he'd settled and smiled at me. "Of course."

I fought the urge to go to him and scoop him up in a hug. Gosh, he was cute. I mean, if he'd been a normal man, I... I shook my head clear off that notion quickly.

Lorgar waited patiently for me to continue, his vibrant violet eyes watching me.

"You know how I recently got that promotion? Well, with it came a significant bump in my pay, and I was doing the budget yesterday. I think we could stand to have a few more house members. And if we're going to be looking for a proper house here in the near future, I thought that having more rooms might mean we could bring home some of your sons. If you're alright with the idea. I think it'd be nice for you to have some of your gene sons with you."

Lorgar all but leaped out of the chair to bowl into me. Nearly knocking me from my feet.

"That would be wonderful! My hearts have been so heavy without my beloved sons. This would bring me no end of joy." He exclaimed, his face buried in my stomach.

I wrapped my arms around him and froze slightly. As an odd sensation of what I dared to call wrongness rolled over me.

Lorgars' face was buried in my stomach. Just above the highest point of my ilium.

Lorgar sensed something immediately and retracted. "My apologies, I did not mean to cause you discomfort."

I felt a deep need to rectify the situation and did so, taking Lorgar by the shoulder. "Hey, no, I was just startled is all.. are you.. taller?"

Lorgar looked at me quizzically, then down at himself and seemed just as confused as I was.

"I am.. unsure."

I ran the tip of my tongue over the back of my teeth and sank deep into thought.

It was obvious he was, now that I really looked at him. When he'd first come to live with me, his head only reached up to the bottom of my hips. The top of his head had been just a hair above where my leg connected.

"Well. I'm sure it's nothing. I'm gonna get dinner going."

Lorgar nodded, and he gently took the book I'd been holding. He seemed equally lost in thought.

Dinner was quieter than usual, and I spent the time on my phone, googling.

'My primarch is taller than I remember?'

The search came up with multiple results of other adoptive families worried that their Astartes had suddenly shot up a few inches in height.

So I wasn't the only one.

I scrolled till I saw a blog posted by someone I had been following for a few months.

[Hey yall, I gotta say I think Sanguinius and his sons are getting taller!!?!?! And I know I'm not tripping cause the beds I had made for him and his three sons (even if they hardly use them) are actually a bit cramped for them now. Am I the only one having this problem? If he gets any taller I might be looking at having to buy a new house. I don't have the space for three full sized astartes and ESPECIALLY not a full sized primarch. 😑 😰

But I won't give up on my family. I love them so much even if I have to buy a mansion to keep them with me. Please does anyone know what's going on?]

I went to the message tab and found a ton of replies of concerned astartes families sharing much the same sentiment.

I looked over to Lorgar, who was eagerly consuming his second plate of dinner. He ate a lot for someone his size already. I bit my lip.

I'd already offered to bring one of his gene sons into my home. I couldn't take that away from him now.

The next tab I opened was my email and began one to my social worker, Tabitha.

[Hey Tabitha,

I recently found myself with a new position at work in a decent pay increase. I know Lorgar has been lonely while I'm away, and my boss has been cracking down on people bringing astartes (and primarchs) into the office during our busy season. I wanted to know if you could connect me with a potential WordBearer who is in need of a placement. I can provide any financial documents you need just as I did before.] I sent it and got up to put my dishes in the sink. "How's the dinner Gar?" Lorgar hummed around a mouthful of food, nodding his delight of the dish. His violet eyes glittered in appreciation. "Glad you like it."

"May I have the rest?" He asked, always polite when asking more of anything, as if he understood just how much mire he required and felt guilty about it. "Of course you can." And I for my part found it impossible to deny him. After dinner I decided to head to bed early. In the shower I thought about all the posts, that I'd seen and began to worry. After toweling off and getting dressed in something comfortable I got into bed and opened the realtor app on my phone.

I needed a better house, something that Lorgar would be comfortable in, I scrolled for what felt like an hour, ruling places out as I looked for the perfect spot. The door creaked open and I lifted the corner of the blanket, Lorgar got into bed and got comfortable next to me. He rarely used his own bed anymore.

"I emailed Tabitha. I asked her about any of your sons that might need a placement."

Lorgar wrapped one arm around my chest and hugged me as best as he could. "Thank you."

I kissed the top of his head gently. "Of course. You don't need to thank me Gar."

"But I wish to, so I shall." He peaked at my screen. "What are you looking for?" "A new place. If we're expanding our family we may need more space."

He nodded. "That is true. I know you will find us the best space for our family." He yawned and rested his head on my chest getting ready to nod off. "Our sons will need plenty of room." It took me a minute to register his words. As I inspecting the land size of one property that looked promising. "What was that?" I asked. But as usual he was asleep almost immediately. I envied that ability of his. "Must have been a slip of the tongue." I reasoned, it happened occasionally.

I set my phone down and plugged it in. I had the next day off and wanted to take Lorgar out to mingle with his brother. Magnus and his placement family lived nearby and Magnus's placement person had called, asking if we could meet up as his brother was missing him. It was going to be a surprise, but I also wanted to ask If they'd noticed anything about Magnus that was unusual as of late. Yawning I turned into Lorgar, hugging him close. It would be a tomorrow problem.

[girlygguk]

sour straws - jjk (a fame drabble)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc

synopsis ; siren is getting attention, hanna is freaking out, and aera runs into a wide-eyed puppy dog at the corner store.

previous chapters ; prologue | one | two | three | four | five | ...

warnings ; some strong language

content ; aera & siren are going viral, a jaera fluffy piece

word count ; 2.3k

lowercase intended / unedited

a/n: thank u guys sm for enjoying the story! here's a drabble to tie us over until the next chapter, love u all xx

the video of aera mentioned in this drabble ; click here

taglist ; (crossed out = can't tag💔) @0anodite0 @heartjiminie @aloverga @cuntessaiii @adeptiixiao @yourallaround-simp @kaitieskidmore1 @captain_neo2526

date: april 2016 ; a week or so after the events of chapter two

thump.

"what the fuck?" aera spluttered in a tired daze, lifting her head to stare at a groggy ha-joon glaring at her from her side of the room. she had launched her pillow at the elder girl and was now clambering off her bed to retrieve it.

"your phone won't stop buzzing, and you just slept right through it," the maknae grumbled, "it's our sleep-in day! please for the love of god—" joonie's pleading was cut off ironically by another vibration of aera's phone. aera swore she saw joonie's eye twitch at the noise.

"okay, okay. calm down, she-hulk," aera huffed, leaning over and grabbing her phone from the bedside table to silence the device. a pleased kim ha-joon waddled back to her bed with her pillow sandwiched in her arms before flopping onto the mattress. she was asleep again within seconds.

wiping the sleep from her eyes, aera tapped on the screen of her phone to awaken it and sighed at the 8:34 am that blared back at her. she had only gotten to bed at four in the morning after working on a new arrangement for their album with han-na yesterday. no wonder she slept through the alerts.

aera swiped through her notification centre in confusion, seeing dozens of comments on all her socials, but twitter was the most prominent. she opened the app and a low, shocked gasp escaped her mouth when the trending tab caught her eye.

trending in south korea

2 — #HwangAera

she could feel her pulse in her throat, wondering if this had something to do with their performance at gayo daejejeon last week. did she mess up and not notice? was everyone making fun of her? eyebrows pinched in utter confusion, aera tapped on the hashtag and waited for it to load with a heavy heart.

she recognised a few of their most active allures' accounts at the top of the feed and felt exponentially more at ease.

'@ asamislove: 1/1000 reasons to stan siren: #hwangaera'

[ video attached ] 

jesus, aera thought. she last saw that video when it was posted on their company's socials at the beginning of 2015. it was one of the recordings she took to send to their vocal coach when she and the girls were given techniques to work on. it barely garnered views when it was posted, the majority of the audience being dedicated allures, and if we're being honest - there are very few of those. why is the video getting attention now?

aera scrolled for a few minutes; eyes still squinted with fatigue while she spam liked every post she saw. she couldn't believe that so many people were sharing the video - people that had no idea who she even was. her teeth rolled her lower lip back and forth in angst as she read through all the praise for herself and siren alongside the video.

'@ moonlightmomo: wow yall are FAKE for not telling me about siren sooner #hwangaera #siren'

[ video attached² ] 

'@ sirenstepstool: may i remind you all that this is their main DANCER? yea hurry up go stan #mywife #hwangaera #siren'

[ video attached³ ] 

she felt her heart race again as her gaze shifted from her phone to her roommate, watching as the blonde clutched her pillow, soft snores blowing through her lips as she slept. deciding not to wake the sleeping devil just yet, she sat up and quietly threw on a pair of sweats and a hoodie before tiptoeing out of their dorm, en route to bother someone else who would, without a doubt, be awake. jang han-na.

"ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod!" han-na cried, scrolling through the seemingly endless retweets of aera’s video on twitter, a shit-eating grin adorning her lips. "of course it's you who goes viral. we all sent in similar videos. bitch." the elder jokes, giggling when aera delivers a wack to her hoodie-clad arm.

aera and hanna are currently sitting outside of the park entertainment building, perched against the wall of the structure, reading through all of the comments on their social medias. this was aera's go-to spot when she needed a moment to herself, or if she had to talk to someone on the phone without the four of her nosy sisters sniffing around to see who it was. the younger of the two had hummed in thought when hanna asked if she came out here often as she followed behind her. a moment passed before aera shook her head, a lousy "just thought it looked nice," leaving her lips in response.

"they're talking about us, unnie. like everywhere." aera spoke in shock, now on instagram, seeing how the mentions of their group's hashtag had more than quadrupled in the span of a few hours.

hanna nodded, eyes not even tearing away from her phone to respond, "our music video views are going up too. oh my god, our followers. two hundred thous- fuck i need to call dae-jungnim. i feel like i'm going to puke." aera watched in amusement as hanna scrambled to her feet, dashing inside to head for the office and call their director.

the cool breeze of the morning air nipped at the remaining girl's skin as she pulled her knees closer to her chest, head falling back slightly to rest against the building behind her. her phone was balanced on her knees as she lifted a hand to tap on it and check the time. 9:03 am. she had an hour before she had to head to practice.

her tiredness was suddenly forgotten as she sent hanna a text saying she was going for a walk and would return before practice started. aera shoved her phone in the pocket of her sweatpants before heading towards her favourite corner shop.

the bell above their local convenience store door whistled as aera entered the shop. she waved politely to heejin, the owner's daughter, who returned the gesture with a cheesy smile. aera was mid-walk toward the candy aisle, head down as she checked her bank app on her phone to avoid her card declining at the checkout, when her body came in contact with a wall.

"aish," she cursed under her breath as her phone slipped from her hand. it was, in fact, not a wall that she ran into, but instead a person. a white shirt and black sweatpants adorned his figure as he scrambled to pick up her phone that slid across the floor.

he shifted the two mini bottles of banana-flavoured milk and bag of sour straws into his left hand before leaning down and grabbing her cell phone off the floor with his right. aera's eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the back of the stranger's head, wondering why he looked so familiar. when he bent back up and turned to face her, she then realised why.

"oh shit, aera! hey! sorry, i was in a rush," jungkook apologised, handing the girl's phone back when he reached her. while she was checking the device for any new defects, she gave up with a heavy sigh. it was hopeless to identify any new marks, the screen was already covered in cracks.

"no, don't apologise," aera shook her head, "i wasn't looking where i was going. and this thing is a piece of shit. i'd probably thank you if you broke it."

jungkook lifted his eyes back to aera's face after shamelessly trailing down her outfit when she was inspecting her phone. sweatpants and a hoodie is his favourite outfit on her, she always looked so warm. he smiled at her lightheartedness before speaking, "what are you here for?" he knew what she was getting, what she always gets, but he asked for the sake of it.

her eyes dropped to the candy in his left hand, and he watched with a smirk as her eyes squinted at him. "hm, i wonder," she rolled her eyes teasingly, resuming her trek to the confectionary aisle. and he followed.

"you little shit," aera gasped when she reached the section that hung her favourite sweets. completely empty.

his smirk was yet to leave his face as he watched her spin to face him. "last bag," he nodded before faking a pout. she shook her head in disbelief, "you don't even like them!" she was right. he didn't. but she loved them. and he might be trying to build a tolerance for them.

"i don't know what you're talking about, these are my favourite." he lied, suppressing a laugh when her face contorted into a confused gape.

"you are evil." she whined, turning away and walking further down the aisle. and he followed.

"i'd be happy to give them to you," he offered simply. at that, she whipped around at record speed, staring at him with hope.

"really?"

"mhm."

"okay," she nodded, holding her hand out, "gimmie."

he nodded along, holding the candy out towards her. aera reached for the bag but before it was in her grasp, he pulled his hand back swiftly.

"for something in return."

a soft whine left her lips at his childishness, her arm dropping to her side. "you're so annoying," she scoffed through a chuckle. "what do you want?"

"come for a walk with me," he shrugged, tongue poking out to wet his dry lips while he watched her eyes roll back, one of her biggest habits.

"now?"

"yeah."

"i can't, i have practice at 10." but of course jungkook knew that. he knew her schedule to a T, memorising her ridiculous rehearsal hours so he knew when she would most likely respond to his texts.

"it's," he grabbed his phone from his trousers to check the time, "only ten past nine! that's plenty of time."

"you are insufferable," aera lied, taking the sour straws from his hand before turning on her heels and heading to the refrigerators. once again, like a lost fucking puppy, he followed.

she grabbed a bottle of dragonfruit vitamin water from the fridge, "c'mon then," she said softly before heading to the checkout.

aera was in the middle of making small talk with heejin when jungkook reached them. heejin rang up aera's order and as she stepped toward the eftpos machine, jungkook plopped his drinks onto the counter and slid ₩25k toward the owner's daughter. heejin smiled before cancelling the eftpos transaction and put the cash through the register.

"jungkook." aera's eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, watching as he waved his hand in a keep-the-change motion before thanking heejin and grabbing the groceries. aera thanked the girl as well before walking through the door that he held open, stepping into seoul's brisk morning air.

jungkook handed aera her drink and sour candy before cracking the lid on one of his banana milks and taking a big swig. he offered her a sip as they walked next to each other, but she shook her head, already tearing into the bag of sour straws.

pulling two out of the bag, she stopped walking and bit into one, holding the other to his lips with a smirk. "go on then, if you love them so much." he stopped walking as well, glancing down at the rainbow lolly stick covered in tangy sugar. he internally cringed thinking about actually eating it, but nevertheless leaned closer and took a big bite out of it from her fingers.

if there's one thing about jungkook, it's that he is horrible at hiding his emotions. so he just doesn't. it's one of the things aera has always liked about her friend. she appreciates his authenticity and forwardness, whether or not it can annoy the shit out of her sometimes.

he only makes it through two bites of the sweet before his face contorts into a pained scowl, causing aera to fall into a fit of giggles. "god, that's disgusting. your tastebuds are messed up." he shakes his head with a smile, her laugh subsiding the pain of eating the atrocious candy.

they fall back into a steady pace as they resume walking, enjoying the comfortable silence while they both indulge in their snacks. they had been walking for about ten minutes now, jungkook snorting at some stupid joke aera had made before he looked forward, noticing his company building up ahead.

the park entertainment building was not far from bighit at all, which is why the two nineteen-year-olds share a favourite convenience store. "did you want to come say hi to the guys?" jungkook offered, looking over at aera while she finished her mouthful.

"can't, jungkook. practice, remember?" she reminded, stopping in her tracks, causing him to as well. she shoved the bag of sour straws into his hand, "share some with bangtan-sonyeondan-seonbaenim and tell them i said hi," aera teased. jungkook rolled his eyes at her formality, bumping his shoulder with hers before tucking the candy into his pocket and heading back toward the direction they came.

"where are you going?" aera asked in confusion, and his head turned slightly to her with furrowed brows.

"walking you back?" he said just as confused, as if it was the only possible answer in the world.

"what? no? your place is right there," aera gestured towards his company with her bottle of vitamin water, "that's just a waste of time."

"no, it's not." he shook his head, the corner of his mouth pulling into a smile. he would walk her to busan if she asked him to. "come on, you'll be late." he ushered her towards him and waited for her to start walking with him again. and she did.

[r1ya4aa]

Sultan e Qalbam

ꗃ ⋆ ࣪ . 𝟏 ᵘⁿˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ.

SOCCER PRISONERS🗣️🔥

BACTERIA ADDED A PERSON TO THE. GROUPCHAT!

Isagi:

Who did you add again bachira..

bacteria:

Chill it's raichui

xxx-xxx-xxx:

now who in the right mind would name there child raichui.

Chigiri:

You are so real for that

Kunigami:

Who are you

xxx-xxx-xxx:

I should be the one asking that..

Bacteria:

WE BKUE LOCK

xxx-xxx-xxx:

Oh okay

Bacteria:

N U?????

xxx-xxx-xxx

l/n y/n

who else is in this gc?

Isagi:

All our friends from blue lock

I think..

nagi changed xxx-xxx-xxx to y/n!

y/n!:

cool

shithoe is online!

shithoe:

GIRL STOP BEIG SO DRY

Y/n:

FUCK YIU WANT ME TO DO?

Shithoe:

Bitch 😒

Y/n:

NAHH YOU CANT BE TALKING WHEJ UR FRIENDS CALL YOU SHIT-HOE☠️☠️☠️

shithoe:

GIRL UR NAME SOUNDS LIKE A SPELL LIKE WHAT ISBTAHT💀

Kunigami:

Alright y'all that's enough

shithoe:

Stfu wannabe hero

Y/n:

Thats embarrassing...☺️

Shithoe:

Even she agreed 😜

Y/n:

Girl I was talking to u..☠️

Chigiri:

BSHAHAHSH

Bacteria:

LNFAOOOO

Y/n:

Anyway gotta go I have training 🙁

Isagi:

Training? Do you play any sports?

Y/n:

Ye I do actually

Y/n is offline

Bacteria:

OHHH WHAT RU PLAYING??

Oh...🙁

Y/n is online

Y/n:

Mb what happened

OHHH WHAT RU PLAYING??⁀➷

Basketball

Shithoe:

Boorrringgg🙄🙄🙄

reo is online!

Reo:

It's been a while since a last played

Which school are you playing for?

Y/n:

Seirin

Reo:

SEIRIN??? NAHH U MUST BE MAD GOOD

Y/n:

HAHAHA TYSMM

Reo:

Y'all are playing for nations  this year right?

Y/n:

We have a few more matches to win before we get to the nations

Matter of fact we unfortunately have a match tmr

Isagi:

Why 'unfortunately'?

Y/n:

1. We have two matches scheduled in ONE DAY.

2. The second team is hella strong n there secretary AND coach is mad annoying

nagi:

Sounds like a hassle.

Y/n:

Fr.

ANYWAY I ACTUALLY GOTTA GO NOW

BYEBYE YALL

Bacteria:

BYEE Y/NNNN

Shithoe:

I hope u lose your match and get depression and become emo for the rest of ur life

Reo:

Bye y/n!

Isagi:

Good luck and Byee!

Y/n went offline

Nagi went offline

Chigiri went offline

Reo went offline

Bacteria went offline

Isagi went offline

Kunigami went offline

Shithoe went offline

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♡。　／　　｜　　＼。　♡

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SOCCER PRISONERS🗣️🔥

Bacteria:

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

@Y/N

Y/n:

Yes?

Bacteria:

SOSOSOS

HOW WAS UR GAME??? DID U WIN??????

Reo:

Yeah I was wondering the same thing

Shithoe:

I bet u lost😹😹

Y/n:

We won

But like that aomine guy was hella strong

Not strong enough tho😈

Reo:

He's the reason I quit actually

Y/n:

It can't be THAT bad..

Reo:

You don't wanna know...☺️

Y/n:

Oh!

Rin:

Congratulations

Y/n:

Thank you!

Who are u btw ?

I don't think you've ever texted since I've been here

Shithoe:

Ye some of us had training yesterday

and omg

SINCE WHEN IS RIN BEING SO NICE😱😱😱

Rin:

They seem normal unlike you

Shithoe:

At least ma man wants me🥺

Rin:

who tf.

Shithoe:

Your brother ofc😜

Isagi:

Didn't he block you multiple times?

Y/n:

Imagine being so desperate

Rin:

^

Shithoe:

Stfu eyelashes jr.

Y/n:

I bet his eyelashes r beyond gorgeous

Aryu ✨:

His eyelashes really are glamorous✨

Y/n:

Eyelashes reveal when

Bacteria:

I got u pookie

Y/n:

WOOOOWWWW⁉️⁉️

Gorgeous

Fabulous

Meow

majestic

Pinterest coded

Art deco coded

Beautiful

Blushing

You remind me of my cat

Shithoe:

NAH PINTEREST CODED? THATS TOO MICH FOR HIS UGLY ASS

Rin:

Thank u I guess @Y/n

At least I don't look like a fucking cockroach 😐

Chigiri:

CAT REVAEL RN

Y/n:

*picture of a cat*

Chigiri:

awwwwwhh

I'll kidnap ur cat y/n ☺️

Y/n:

Fuck off☺️

Bacteria:

YALL I HAVE AN IDEA

CUTE CAT BTW POOKIE

Y/n:

Tysm pookie wookie

Isagi:

What's ur idea bachira?

Bacteria:

LEST DO A FACE REV

shithoe:

Ye I'm down

Kunigami:

Sure

Bacteria:

ILL START batchira meguru 😋

Y/n:

Aww you're so cute

I wanna bite ur cheeks 🙁

Bacteria:

Aw Tysm pookie 🙁

Shithoe:

IM NEXT shodou ryusei baby 😈

Y/n:

PUT THAT PHONECASE AWAY ☠️☠️

2/10 ig (im being generous 😒)

(Eyeliner tut when??)

Aryu✨:

Aryu✨ (jyubei 🤕)

Y/n:

Glamorous

8/10

Aryu✨:

Ohhh✨🤭

Takemitsu:

Aaoshi tttttttakkenmixysi

Y/n:

what.

Takemitsu:

IM SO SORRY IM VERY NERVOUS AND MY HANDS ARE SWEATING

Y/n:

OHH UTS OKAY

Bacteria:

I got u takemitsu

Aoshi takemitsu

Y/n:

Awhh

7/10

Isagi:

I guess I'll go next :)

Isagi yoichi

Y/n:

10/10

Handsome???

u look smart

Isagi:

Thank you!

Eita is online!

Karasu is online!

Barou is online!

Nanase is online!

Hori is online!

Kurona is online!

Eita:

Yo

What are we doing

Bacteria:

Face reveal

Karasu:

For who?

Hori:

Read the chat fucking dumbass

Hello y/n! I'm Hiori yo

Y/n:

adorable

10/10

Eita:

I Like girls who play basketball

Karasu:

Didn't you tell me a few minutes ago that you're into shy girls?

Eita:

I Like em both😼

Y/n:

9/10

I feel like your a cheater

Karasu:

He is.

Y/n:

1/10

Y/n changed 'Eita' to 'Cheitar'

Cheitar:

WHAT.

Karasu:

LMAOOOSJJEHEUSH

Karasu tabito

Y/n:

Fix yo Hair old man ☠️

Cheitar:

BHSHAHAHWHWH LMAOOO

shithoe:

LMFAOOO

Bacteria:

HEHSHWHSHHEHE

Karasu:

I thought we where good y/n 😒

Y/n:

You thought wrong 😜

Reo:

Anyway

Reo mikage

Y/n:

OHHHH⁉️⁉️⁉️

10/10

Reo:

Thank you! I'll do nagis one too since he's asleep

Nagi seishiro

Y/n:

He reminds me of a snowman

9.5/10

Bacteria:

I'm so sorry y/n we have to go training 😔

Y/n:

Oh that's okay!

Isagi:

bye y/n!

Y/n:

goodbye Isagi 🫶

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989 WORDS!

[🥟]— hi…I’m still trying to figure out how to use and write on this app🙏 and can anyone explain to me how to add pictures without like the text disappearing or smth like that, TYSM!!

[raamitsu]

JUST SOME THOUGHTS REGARDING CH. 259 💭

Yesterday, my friend on Twitter revealed to me that a lot of Choso stans were having a dissatisfactory discourse with Todo’s sudden appearance because it underwhelmed the atmosphere that was supposed to be the only focus between Choso and Yuji 🤔 Even though I have a Twitter, most of my focus are on the important causes, since getting involved with anitwt discourse would bring me no good.

Not going to lie, it is a very good point. I know JJK is known as a series where there is no room for emotional moment or mourning for the lost ones in a war - in fact, the reason why JJK is quite different is because of its direct and straightforward plot. There have been plenty of deep interactions too but it’s unlikely for Gege to invest in it that much, and if you noticed, we are only getting them through flashbacks - which is why majority of fans were hoping for a training arc before Gojo vs. Sukuna took place.

Couple of people found “training arc” to be very typical just like any other Shounen series, and not suited with JJK - but the readers who requested it did not even asked for big revelations. If the author is a good writer as people claimed to be, he can continue with foreshadow or hidden clues because I bet nobody will give a fuck until Gege reveals it few chapters later. Literally no one wanted Gege to drop so many information, people just wanted some more interactions at the moment Gojo was unsealed. Sadly, in the previous flashbacks we have gotten so far, it was then revealed that not one of the team ever interacted with him so it was a bit upsetting other than his old friends + Ino, Nanami’s close associate.

Now back to Todo’s appearance, do you remember how it went seconds after Gojo lied on the ground and dead? Kashimo instantly went to the battlefield then straight ahead to Sukuna. It happened again in Chapter 259 and again - no space for mourn.

Dunno about yall but I personally believe there will be no problem to have Yuji had his breakdown moment for awhile (ex: Shibuya blackout) and trust that it’s very much needed for someone like him who stands on business every single time - to show that you can be wrecked easily when your opponent gets a few steps ahead of you, makes you feel like you’re going to regret for the rest of your life and deserves to die.

In my opinion, this panel below has the potential to be the most vilest cliffhanger Gege could pull off but I wonder why he didn’t this time. This is why I refrained from making any post for new chapters, because Gege is known for twisting or crashing the reader’s POVs.