#but if it's right in front of me and unexpected i just. wont do anything

[jrueships]

that's right babygirl. never upset daddy.

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BE MY VALENTINE — JISUNG.

pairing: jisung x reader(afab) genre: smut, NSFW warning: established relationship, vibrator in public, edging, overstimulation, begging, slight dirty talk, slapping rule implied, no clear dom/sub dynamic a/n: it’s part of my valentine’s collab!

the perfect boyfriend equaled your boyfriend. you could stand by that statement for life. honestly, your morning of february 14th started like your birthday. you didn’t think jisung was capable of something so romantic.

“good morning, jagi!” his soft voice, followed by neck kisses, woke you up.

you opened your eyes and gasped in awe. the entire room was filled with heart-shaped balloons, and the bed was strewn with roses. good thing you were a heavy sleeper, so jisung could easily do such surprises for you.

of course, he cooked your favorite breakfast in bed, and while you were eating and looking at him with the most fond look, he told you about the plans for the day.

“but…” he said with a cocky grin.

“but?”

oh that didn’t seem any good. the cheeky smile on his face was making you rub your thighs in impatience.

“i have a present for you.” jisung said, handing you a box wrapped in ribbon. “it’s not the only one for today, but you need to open this one right now.”

you quickly set the plate aside and began to untie the ribbon. did he gift you something from your wish list? the box was small, so it could have contained anything. a new phone? concert tickets? jewelry? an engagement ring?

“vibrator?” you looked at jisung in surprise.

“with a remote.” he added proudly.

not to say that you were upset about the gift, it was rather just very unexpected. why did he say that you should open it right now?

meanwhile, jisung was looking at you with a smirk, analyzing the emotions on your face.

"did you figure it out?"

"what do you mean?" no. you didn't figure it out at all. what did a vibrator have to do with anything? was this some kind of allegory for another gift?

"i want you to put it inside yourself." okay. it was already a good start. "and walk with it inside all day. for every orgasm you have, there will be one slap at the end of the day."

“what? are you serious?" you were taken aback. jisung has never been a fan of sex toys. especially in public.

“as you can see, jagi.” jisung grinned. “do you like my gift?”

“i don’t know.” honesty was the key. you really didn’t know how to feel about it. the idea sounded intriguing, but you’ve never tried anything like it. what if people see your dumb expression when you cum?

“jagi, i wont let you get embarrassed in front of anyone. trust me, please. i will make you feel good.” jisung knew you were very sensitive and would get worked up very easily, but he was confident he would be able keep you away from losing your control infront of anyone.

“okay…” you agreed.

“do you need help putting it inside?” jisung’s eyes were glossy, already undressing you under his gaze. you were still in pajamas, but to him you looked sexy in any clothing. he bit his lips in anticipation; such a pervert. you were wondering, if you said no right now, how crazy he would go.

you threw off the sheets, letting him climb on top of you and pull you into a kiss. he was impatient, biting your lips as if pushing you to action. his tongue slid against your bottom lip, deepening the kiss. and that alone made your pussy dripping. his hands finally reached your thighs, gently stroking your skin. his fingers then put your panties aside, toying with the clit just for a second. you moaned into his mouth softly.

the vibrator slid in with ease. you were already soaking wet just from kissing him.

“i’ll turn it on once we’re out, ‘kay?” he pulled away from you, string of saliva still connecting your mouths.

you nodded in agreement. whatever makes your boyfriend happy.

getting dressed with a vibrator inside was an unusual feeling. it was turned off, and you barely felt it inside, but at some angles it pressed against the walls, causing your legs to tremble. how could such a small thing bring so many sensations?

once you were dressed and ready two of you headed out to the small market in the city center. there were many attractions, a ferris wheel, food courts and other entertainment for couples. there were so many people already. the small market felt like a shopping mall, it was so easy to get lost in the crowd. it seemed like every couple in your city decided to spend the day here.

you kept giving nervous glances at jisung’s hand inside of his pocket as the two of you walked together. you had no idea when he’d activate the toy. probably the moment when you least expect it.

“relax, jagi. you’re making it too obvious.” he spoke to you nonchalantly, holding your hand in reassurance.

“relax? how am I supposed to relax when-”

the sudden trigger of the vibrator caused you to stop mid sentence; a surprised moan left your lips. the vibrations were much more intense than you imagined it’d be. was this supposed to be the lowest setting?

“...when I’ve got this thing down there…” you continued your sentence, sending jisung a fierce look.

“just try to enjoy it.” he said, his cocky grin still present. “no one is looking at you.”

he was right. the crowd was so big that no one was paying attention to you.

you hand was still holding his in a matter of safety, you felt so exposed all of a sudden. each time someone passed by the two of you, you carefully avoided any looks or stares you could’ve gotten.

you felt anxious, your cheeks were flushed, and yet — why did you feel so good? jisung wasn’t letting you get used to a particular setting — changing it to a higher one each time someone walked by, making your walls clench around the vibrator. jisung was enjoying the show; the way your body reacted was making him grow big in his pants.

you were so wet; you were worried that your slick would leak out and dribble down your inner thighs.

with another change of settings you let out a particularly loud sound, immediately trying to hide your face in the crook of jisung’s neck.

“hey,” he laughed. “don’t be embarrassed. let them know how good you’re feeling right now.”

you were holding onto him, trying to form a proper sentence. “ji.… ahh…”

he pulled you closer by the waist, pressing your lips together. with the other hand, he subtly set the vibrator to a faster mode. you moaned in the kiss from new sensation and clenched your walls uncontrollably.

“ahh… ngh- stop ji- jisung.” your cheeks were fully red by now, and you were holding his hand like a lifebuoy.

in fact, he didn’t stop, but kept on enjoying the way your eyes shut and palm went over your mouth to cover up moans. if you were to be honest, you were already close to giving in. you were about to forget about that stupid slapping rule, you could live through it, even thought you probably wouldn't be able to sit down afterwards.

and then he suddenly put an end to it before you could feel any satisfaction, leaving you feeling disappointed and empty.

“ji?” you cried out, bringing your face closer to him, trying to capture your lips together.

“you’ve asked me to stop several times, jagi. isn’t this what you wanted?” jisung observed each of your facial expressions. the one full of complaint, the one that showed how flustered you were, and the one he was most excited to see — the one filled with plea. what you didn’t know was that he was barely holding back from ending his own game. his cock twitched with anticipation when he saw you begging him to fuck you.

“please?” your face was hidden in the curve of his neck.

“please what, jagi?” jisung chucked.

“turn this thing on again… i want to cum-“ you whispered in his ear, not daring to speak any louder than that.

jisung decided to play nice today. it was valentine’s day after all. he merely raised the intensity on the vibrator again, his own breathing quickened at the sound of you moaning in his ear. you inhaled sharply and pressed against him, fingers digging into his shoulders.

from afar, the two of you looked like an overly affectionate couple, with the way your body was pressed against him and his arm supporting you, while his eyes never left your face for a second.

you have noticed how positioning yourself in a certain position angled it up in a better way. jisung was still edging you, turning it off as soon as your eyes closed. he knew your cumming face too well. you could have came ages ago if he hadn’t kept ruining it.

“ji, please... ‘m so close…” you plead with a hushed voice as you were on the verge of letting out a loud moan.

he gently stroked your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with his fingers.

“are you now?” he asked smugly, leaning his face impossibly closer to yours.

“just please let me cum… stop edging me.” you were basically begging him at this point. the crowd was long forgotten — the only thing you could think of was your approaching orgasm.

jisung felt a familiar throb in his dick as he listened to your plea. he smiled fondly and captured your lips with his own, his hand sliding down to lightly massage your breast. you were rapidly inching towards your climax again. his hands and lips combined with the toy were doing good job at getting your panties all drenched. jisung smirked against your lips, swirling his tongue around yours as you tightened your grip on his jacket. breaking the dizzying kiss, you gasped, and your body jolted as you were nearly there.

“please, please! ‘m cumming!” you panted as you felt the orgasm rush through your body.

jisung’s hands tightened around you, holding you in place. your legs trembled as you went through your orgasm. it was so intense, the toy kept stimulating your walls, prolonging the sensations.

once you finished, jisung kissed you gently on the temple, letting you know that you did well for him. however, he did not turn the vibrator off completely, just put the setting to lowest, giving you with a bit of overstimulation. you jolted uncomfortably in place, adjusting to the new sensations.

but then you were pulled out of your euphoria when his palm touched your butt with a loud smack.

“ah!” you exclaimed, looking at him in disbelief. he did not just slap you in front of all these people. “you said slapping would happen at the end of the day!”

“well… i lied.” jisung put on his cheekiest smile, squeezing your ass tighter with his hand.

how were you going to survive whole day like this?

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[daydream-cement]

second prompt is larissa x teacher!reader, basically smut based on the “you wont tell a soul” desk climbing scene but r is being a brat, defiant and purposely revving larissa up not doing what she wants r to do or r being like “make me” or “what are you gonna do about it” larissa being like “i like it when you talk like that, it makes me want to destroy you” basically punishment/spanking, with some praise and degrading thrown in there

Do What You're Told

Larissa Weems x brat!reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: We are entering into another smut area that I have yet to delve into. I hope I got it right.

You went into the Principal's office with a plan. There had been sexual tension between the two of you for months since your arrival at Nevermore as the new Outcast History teacher. It was palpable as you sat in your one-on-one meetings.

You had set this up. Larissa had created this meeting to have a discussion about your participation in the Rave'N. You planned to get her angry. Hopefully, she would then take that anger out on you.

"Y/n, did you bring the forms like I asked you?"

"No." You shrugged, sitting in chair in front of Larissa's desk, empty handed. You didn't complete any of the tasks she asked of you.

"Okay..." Larissa was a little confused. You were typically very on top of things, so this break in habit was jarring, "What about the decorations? Did you and the students discuss any plans there?"

"No." You repeated. Your heart was beginning to beat a little faster. This was so unlike you to be so outwardly defiant.

"Y/n. This is unlike you. Are you well?" Larissa's eyes narrowed as she leaned forward in her desk chair.

"Yes. I'm fine. I-I just didn't want to." It was hard to say that last statement. You were actually very excited for the Rave'N and you and your students had many plans.

"You- You didn't want to? Well what have you done, y/n? Do tell." Larissa could feel her anger rising at how disrespectful you were being.

You look Larissa up and down, a darkness to your eyes. You smile, tilting your head, "I haven't done anything, headmistress."

Larissa shifted her jaw as she looked up at you. You could see the rage in her stare. You did it. You pissed her off. Your mouth went dry when she finally spoke, "Do you need to be punished?"

"Do I?" That was the cherry on top. Your look down at her was completely defiant. You were beginning to enjoy the bratty behavior you were displaying.

Larissa put a hand on her desk, slowly rising out of her chair. Then a second hand came down. You felt the moment that your panties became damp. She was crawling across her desk at you. Your breath caught in your throat.

"I like it when you talk like that... It makes me want to destroy you." You seemed to have forgotten how tall she was. How she came across the desk and was face to face with you had you weak in the knees.

"What's stopping you?"

Your response elicited the most devious of smiles from the older woman. She slowly rose up from her desk, straightening her spine. You sucked in a breath when she began coming around her desk. You released the breath when she stopped in front of you. Her hand came up and stroked your cheek.

"Bend over the desk." Her voice came as a whisper. Your heart began beating faster and faster. Larissa dropped her hand from your cheek. Both of her hands moved to position you where she wanted you.

You were now bent over her desk, your cheek pressed against the finished wood. You felt like your heart was racing like a rabbit's. Larissa could sense how nervous you were.

"Shhh, pet. If you didn't want to be punished, you shouldn't have been such a little brat." One of her hands was pressed to your back, keeping you on the desk, her other was lifting up your short, flowing skirt.

The first spank was unexpected, bringing a whimper from your throat. Larissa tenderly rubbed your ass, making you feel calm before she spanked you three more times in succession. You couldn't help but squirm under her grasp, but your struggling let her to spank you an additional two times.

"Did you learn your lesson, baby?" Larissa asked, her hand kneading at the, now red, flesh of your ass cheek.

"Maybe I need a little more reinforcement." You could see the smile on Larissa's face from the corner of your eye from your response.

"I like the sound of that." Her hand drifted from your ass to your dripping cunt, "Oh... You are so wet. Do you always get this wet from being a naughty girl?"

"Just for you..." You manage to get out before you feel her fingers slip under your panties.

"You just know the perfect things to say... Don't you, pet." Larissa pulled your panties to the side, gently dipping one finger into you. You release a groan of pleasure in response.

"Someone likes that... Good girl..." Larissa begins moving her finger in and out, adding a second finger when she felt like you had gotten used to the first.

Her movements brought endless whimpers from you. Your hands moved up and gripped the edge of her desk. You were in pure bliss from the feeling of her fingerfucking you.

Her hand lifted from your back, and seconds later you felt her fingers begin rubbing at your clit, "Beg to cum. I want to hear you beg."

"Please, headmistress. Make me cum, please..." You were able to suppress a moan for a moment to do what you were told.

"Promise to be a good girl for me?" She had you right were she wanted you. She could feel you begin to tense around your fingers as she slowed down her pace against your clit.

You groan in frustration.

"Say it."

"I promise to be a good girl." You hadn't realized she got on her knees, but you came to the realization when you felt her tongue on your clit. She was going to finish you off with her mouth. Your moans persisted, you knew you were close to the edge.

You had been so pent up from all of your past flirting with Larissa. The sexual tension and now the events of tonight came crashing down. Your eyes squeezed tight as you let out a final cry of ecstasy.

"Good girl... But I better have those forms on my desk tomorrow morning." Larissa stood from her spot on the floor and gave your ass a final spank before bringing your skirt to cover you once again, "You are dismissed."

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Company

An - I have received requests! And thank you so much for them! Just please wait as it take me time to write my stories, but I will eventually get to your requests!

Paring - Chris Sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Summary - You and Chris are friends until something unexpected happened :o

Request - No!

Warnings - Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD (I swear one of these days I will proofread something 😭), Maybe cringe? One or two curse words.

Word count - I don’t even know 😨

Im sitting on the couch as I hear the front door open, with Chris and Matt walking through it. Me and Nick turn to look at them as we pause the tv. Matt looks exhausted, but Chris seems happy. He walks over to the couch and plops down next to me as Matt goes to his room.

“What’s got you in a good mood” I say to Chris as he lays down on my lap, smiling.

“Oh nothing, I’m just glad that we’re back home, I hated that place. Nothing to do there” he said, complaining.

“It was just the grocery store, stop being such a big baby” Rolling my eyes as I lay back.

Nick giggles as he gets up from the couch and goes to Matt’s room.

“Nick? Why are you giggling” I asked, concerned.

“Just wait till you realize it” He says closing Matt’s door.

I Look at Chris to see if he had any idea to why Nick just did that, he shrugged his shoulders. I grab my phone out from my hoodie pocket and go on TikTok, I put my fingers in Chris’s hair, because it helps him relax and he loves when I play with his hair. I giggle at a couple TikTok’s and occasionally show Chris TikTok’s I find funny.

A couple hours later

I’m still scrolling on TikTok, as for chris, he has fallen asleep on me from my fingers playing with his hair, although he’s asleep, I don’t stop, I like the feeling, his hair is fluffy. I look up from my phone to see that Matt walks out of his room, him looking at us, barely seeing anything because of the dim lights, but is able to make out us.

“Hi Matt” I say quiet, not trying to wake Chris.

He doesn’t say anything, just giggles the same way Nick did earlier. He walks back into his room, and I’m now pestered. They wont tell me what’s so funny. I shake my leg a little, Not to much but enough to wake Chris up.

“Chris?” I whisper.

“Hm?” He mumbles, shifting a little bit.

“I need you to get up, I can take you to your room if you want” He whine’s.

“But I’m so comfortable” he starts to complain about how he doesn’t want to move.

“Or you can stay here and I’ll be right back?” I question

“Fine, Just be quick” he says sitting up to let me go.

I Walk to Matt’s room, with Matt and Nick inside. I walk in and shut the door.

“Okay guys. What’s so funny” I say crossing my arms

“You and Chris.” Nick spoke up.

“Your gunna have to elaborate on that.” I say now leaning against the wall.

“The way you and Chris act around eachother” Nick said like I was supposed to know what he was talking about.

“How do you not see it?” Matt chimes in.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about, we’re just friends” I say. It’s not that I don’t love Chris. I’ve had a crush on him for a while now, I just don’t feel that he feels the same way, so I won’t say anything about it.

“Yeah right. It’s going to come to you soon.” Nick says shrugging.

“Nothing going on betwe-“ I get cut off by Chris loudly groaning, signaling for me to come back.

“There’s your boyfriend calling” Matt says with a chuckle.

“Shut up! And he’s NOT my boyfriend.” I say leaving his room, rushing back to Chris.

“Took you long enough” he said as I sat down.

“Sorry your brothers can be a pain.” I say pulling my phone back out. I could hear him whine.

“What’s wrong now?” I say careless.

“You stopped playing with my hair” He pouts.

I could tell he was pouting by his tone. I don’t complain once again and put my hands in his hair. I could tell he’s satisfied by the way he was fixing himself into a better position. I started to think about what the other two said, they might be right, but there’s no way he could like me back. Right? I start to get tired, so I turn off my phone and grab a blanket from behind us on the couch and put it on me and Chris. It doesn’t take me Long to fall asleep considering of how comfortable I am.

I Wake with Chris still asleep on my lap, looks like he hasn’t moved an inch. I grab a pillow close to me to replace the feeling of my lap with the pillow so I could get up to use the bathroom. I walk out of the bathroom, with Nick coming out of his room at the same time.

“So how’d you two love birds sleep.” Nick said, sorta whispering.

“First of all, we are not lovebirds, And two, I slept good.” I say dramatically, as I walk away.

Nick goes into the kitchen and I go back to the couch, sitting away from Chris so he can’t hear my phone playing. A couple hours later, Chris wake up, sitting up, looking around for me.

“Good morning Chris.”

“Did I sleep like this all night? Like with the pillow?” He said as it looked like he was starting to turn sad.

“No, I did it this morning because I needed to use the bathroom.” I say concerned on why he was getting sad.

“Oh okay.” He says getting off the couch and walking to his room.

I don’t move from my spot on the couch, only scrolling through my Pinterest feed. Matt and Nick must have heard Chris leave so they came out to the living room together. They both sat down beside me, smirking.

“Seriously guys, nothing is going on between us!” I shake my head

“Yeah right! “Just Friends” don’t lay on eachothers lap Like that.” Nick said, along with Matt shaking his head in agreement.

“I didn’t even lay on his lap! Only he layed on mine! I don’t think there’s anything weird about it, like if you guys wanted to lay on my lap, I wouldn’t care.” I shrugged my shoulders

“Yeah, but we wouldn’t complain if you were gone for a couple minutes.” Matt added on.

“How blind are you too see that he like you back.”

“Woah there buddy. I don’t even like Chris. Chill.” I roll my eyes.

“What ever you say” Nick said as him and Matt walked off.

I scoffed as I told them that I would be leaving. I headed off to Chris’s room to tell him as well. I peak through to the door to see Chris on his bed, on his phone.

“Hey Chris, I’ma get going.” I spoke.

“Why?” He sits up as he gets upset.

“I have a home too you know.” I say fully in his room.

“But this is your second home, so why not stay here.” I lean back on the wall at his response.

“I could possibly come back” I say suggesting

“Yes please.” He shakes his head up and down violently.

“Okay then, I’ll text you when I’m on my way back.” I said leaving his room.

“Yes ma’am” He said leaning back in his bed.

I roll my eyes as I head out of their house, getting into my car. I’m back at home and I take a shower, washing my hair and body, and shaving. I get out of the shower and brush my teeth. I get changed into a very simple outfit. I put my hair into half up half down. I don’t do my makeup, just put on some lipgloss. I put on my shoes and get back into my car. On the way I saw a Starbucks, and decided to get something to eat and drink. I text a group chat I made with all four of us to let them know I’m on my way back over. I received one “Ok!”, an “See you soon” and a “YAYY”. I Like all the messages and went back to driving.

I walk through their house to find all three of them laying down on the couch watching a movie. I set my phone and keys down, and give them their drinks. They give me smiles and thank yous. I nod and sit down in between Nick and Chris. It’s almost instant as Chris put his head back in my lap, just like from last night. I look up to see Matt and Nick looking at me. I shrug my shoulders and roll my eyes. I put my fingers in his hair as soon as I can or else he’ll throw a fit like a baby.

A couple hours later

A couple hours later and Chris has fallen asleep, I’m still wide awake and so are Matt and Nick. Matt gets up from his spot and signals me to follow him, so I tell Nick to take my spot for now, he starts complaining quietly, and starts talking to himself while we’re gone.

“Do you need something?” I asked crossing my arms.

“You know, while you were gone for that short period of time earlier today, Chris wouldn’t shut up about you and how he couldn’t wait for you to get back.” Matt suggests.

“And? What are you trying to suggest?” I say looking at him.

“Gosh, it’s kind of sad. Both of you like each other! Make a move or something!” He says throwing his hands up.

“Where did you get the idea that I liked him?!” I say in disbelief.

“It’s so obvious. And says every time you’re with him. You guys are like puppy dogs for each other. I’m just saying.” He says shooing me away with his hand movements. I scoff as I walk away back to Nick.

“Finally you’re back” Nick says rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah” I say sitting back down where I used to sit.

I sigh as I realize that what Matt and Nick were saying made sense. I never thought that Chris would like me back, but who knows Chris more than anyone? That would be his brothers. Nick sits up from his spot and walks to his room as he says goodnight to me. I want to sleep but it’s kinda hard to when Chris is on my lap, although I was able to do it yesterday, I just want to lay down, not be sitting up. I shake Chris to wake him up. He groans, again.

“Chris, you need to get up.” I say whispering.

“But I Like it here.” He whines

“I know but I need to sleep as well.” I say helping him sit up. He doesn’t say anything, he just stands up and wobbles. I stand up and go by his side to help him keep his balance. I grab his side as I help him into his bed. I turn around and was about to leave until I heard a voice speak up.

“Wait..” He says, putting his arm out for mine.

“Hm?”

“Can you stay with me?” He says, practically begging.

“You want me to sleep with you?” I say, concerned as I tilt my head. He just nods, kinda pouting with it.

“Uh sure.” I say climbing into the other side of him, laying down. I turn to look at him, seeing him look up at his ceiling, closing his eyes. I feel like I should ask him is he likes me, before I have to wait for another chance.

“Chris?” I only receive a hum in response. 

“Do you like me? I mean, Like like me..?” I say turning the opposite way.

“Yes..” He says as he drifts off into his slumber. He’s probably going to forget we even talked about that by the morning. But I couldn’t stop thinking about his response. I couldn’t stop smiling either. If I recall, I fell asleep smiling.

I woke up with Chris’a arms wrapped around me, his head on my shoulder. I wanted to get up so I could get some breakfast, but part of me was feeling that I shouldn’t. So I decided to go back to sleep for a little longer, or at least until Chris wakes up. I could feel Chris shifting around as he sat up, yawning.

“Good morning” I say as I sat up as well. He gives me a smile as he put his hand though his hair.

“Do you want to talk about last night?” I say looking at him.

“What is there to talk about, nothing really much left to explain.” He says shrugging his shoulders.

“Well maybe… but wh-“ I get cut off by Nick opening the door. His jaw drops.

“Oh my god. MATT!!!! Wait you two didn’t, you know?” Nick says jumping up and down waiting for Matt to come over.

“No! And quit jumping up and down.” I say kind mad. Why is he screaming this early. Matt turns the corner and looks inside the room. He turns to Nick and they both start jumping and screaming together.

“Shut the fuck up!” Chris yells.

“Finally you guys, it took you long enough to realize it.” Matt spoke up, slowing down his jumping. I roll my eyes as I get up from Chris’s bed, shoving my way past Nick and Matt to get to the kitchen. I could hear Nick and Matt talking to Chris but I didn’t care what they were talking about. All I cared about is my food. I was starving. I sat down as all three of them walked out of his room. I couldn’t stop looking or thinking about Chris. I think Matt noticed because he kept looking back and fourth constantly at me and Chris. I look down and my bowl of cereal as they chitter chatter.

“Okay guys, i think I’m going to go home today.” I say putting my bowl of finished cereal in the sink. Chris looks at me and pouts.

“But why?” Chris says whining. Me and the other two brothers look at each other.

“What?!” Chris says throwing his hands up.

“You act like a complete Baby around her, and when she has to leave.” Nicks says.

“I do not” Chris says in disbelief.

“You kinda do Chris. But I mean you do you.” I say shrugging my shoulders.

“Could I just hangout with you a little longer?” He says walking up to me.

“But I wanna go home. I love you all but I wanna go home for a day or two.” I say looking up at Chris.

“I could just come over for a little bit?” He says suggesting.

“Uh sure just give me a little bit when I get home, okay?” I say smiling. He nods as I leave to go give Nick and Matt hugs. I wave at Chris as I Walk through the door, heading to my car. I drive home and immediately get into my shower. I get out and I brush my teeth and do my hair into a claw clip. I get into comfy but cute clothes. I turn on my fairy lights in my room and light two candles. I get my MacBook from my bed side table and go on Pinterest until I hear a knock on my door. I hop up from my bed and walk to the door to find Chris on the other side. It’s starting to sprinkle outside so I tell him to hurry in.

“Hi.” I say leading him through my nicely cleaned house and into my bedroom. I lay down on my bed, making space for him to lay down next to me.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I say turning on my tv.

“How about, The tomorrow war?” He says.

“Isn’t that the scary movie with Chris Pratt?” I ask.

“Yep.” He nods.

“I’m not sure, I’m not the best with scary movies, I thought you knew that.” I say pulling my blanket over the both of us.

“I know, but that’s why I’m here.” He says smiling at me.

“Okay then.” I say putting my head on his shoulder. The movie was almost over, I was think that there was no more jumpscares but was I wrong. The monster popped up from no where which made me scream and turn over onto Chris.

“I can’t do this no more.” I said, fake crying.

“Stop being such a baby” Chris said. I sit up in shock.

“Says the one who complains whenever I have to leave you, even if it’s just for a couple of minutes.” I say, playfully smacking him.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” He rolls his eyes as he pauses the movie and sits up.

“Why’d you pause it?”

“Well we we’re taking and I wanted to do something really quick.” He says tilting his head.

“What did you want to do?”

“Well um, you can’t get upset or anything, okay?”

“Well it depends on what it is.” I say giggling.

“Well um..” He says scooting a little closer to me. He grabs my neck and pulls me in. Next thing I know, he’s kissing me. The boy that I loved for so long is kissing me? I pull back, trying not to have things getting taken too far.

“Did I do somthing wrong?”

“No. Just think that we can take it slow.” I say smiling as I lay down. He smiles back as he unpauses the movie and lays down with me. I lay on-top of his chest, as he starts to play with my hair. It’s now night time and we have been watching more movies together. I get up to check the time on my phone.

“Holy. It’s 2 in the morning. Do you think Nick and Matt have locked the door yet? Do you want to sleep here?” I say getting back in bed.

“They probably have, so I think I should. Do you mind if I take a shower?” He says getting up.

“Yeah, I can get you a towel, I have alot of body washes so you can choose what you want. I only have an oversized hoodie, which it might fit you? I’m not sure.” I say getting up.

“I don’t need it, do you have any shorts I can wear tho.”

“Yes I do! Don’t think of anything wired. I wanted to order some shorts but I accidentally ordered it in men’s, so they should fit.” I go to my dresser and give him the nicely folded shorts. He nods and heads into my bathroom. I run to my hall closet and get a towel for him. I put it on the bathroom countertops and u shut the door. I lay down on my bed thinking about the kiss that happened earlier. I could still feel his lips on mine. I get up and go into the kitchen to make us a quick snack. I bring it back into the room with Chris just exiting my bathroom.

“What’d you make?” He says shaking his head in the towel.

“Just a couple pizza rolls.” I say setting them down along with me sitting down. He throws the towel in my hamper and sit down with me. We turn on the tv and watch movies while we eat the pizza rolls.

“I’m going to go to sleep, do you want the lights or the tv on.” I say grabbing the remotes.

“No, but could you turn the lights down?”

“Yeah.” I turn the lights down, not so bright that I could see his full face but so I could see some of his features.

“Goodnight Chris.” I say, kissing his forehead as I turn over.

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An - Hi guys! That one was a long one! I was thinking of writing a part 2 for my Angst of Matt?? Hopefully this didn’t make anyone uncomfortable 🙏🏽 I thought it was kind of cute?? Anyways, thank you guys SO MUCH, for all the love on my other stories! 🫶🏼🤍

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Nalu Fanfic

The Resort

This is one of my Wattpad WIP :)

Wattpad name: thefairytalewhore

PART ONE

Lucy's POV

'Gosh why am I so hot right now? I feel like I'm inside a sauna. Ugh, I can't move what the heck.' I finally open my eyes and it takes me a second to adjust to the light blinding me from the window. When they finally adjust I notice my issue.

"NATSU!!! GET OFF OF ME! Seriously! Move it, you big oversized man lizard!" I try to push him off of me but he is way too big for my small arms to move him. 

"Hmph, geeze Lucy can't ya keep it down. You are way too loud in the morning," Natsu says with a little bit of husk to his voice completely ignoring my insult and command for him to get off. 

"No I cannot keep it down and no I am not loud! You are just on top of me crushing me and I am sweating to death under here, move it already!"

Natsu rolls his eyes and FINALLY gets off of me, rolling over away from me. Thank Mavis, I think I was about to suffocate. 

"Why are you even in my bed anyways. You know you're not supposed to be in here, but you never listen. It's like anything I say to you just goes in one ear and right out the other."

"Hmm what did you say?" Natsu replied.

Thats it...

"LUCY KICK!!!"

"AHHHHHH! Ow Lucy.. What the heck was that for?" Natsu said with a little bit of pain in his words. When I looked down I saw him cradling his abdomen. Good, he deserved it. 

"You weren't listening to me. Also, we need to get going to the guild! We have a whole day ahead of us! I am going to go take a bath and I expect you to be up and ready when I come out." I give him a stern look to let him know I am serious. 

Anytime this happens he always ends up falling back asleep and it takes us so much longer to get to the guild. Natsu has been sneaking into my apartment through my window more recently. I don't understand why he wont use the front door. I have told him numerous times to stop doing that. I even gave him a key, because he just barges in so often anyways. I figured it was going to be less of a hassle. There is no getting through to his thick skull. Ugh, men.. or maybe just Natsu. 

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I finish taking my bath and when I come out Natsu is actually up and ready for once. He even made some breakfast for us... 

"What happened? Where's Natsu?" I walk up to Natsu and pull him in, touching his face and pulling at his ears and tousling his hair to make sure this is him and not a hologram or something.

Natsu just laughs and pulls me into a hug, surprising me. "I thought I should make you some breakfast for almost suffocating you this morning. Sorry about that by the way.." he says with a blush covering his face.

I pull away from him and give him a shy smile, a small blush rising to my cheeks from the unexpected hug. He has never hugged me like that before.. "No problem.." I reply. "...Let's eat and then we can head to the guild together!"

Natsu's POV

I don't know what is going on in my head right now. I had this pull in my gut to go to Lucy's apartment last night. She gave me a key, but her bed is right by the window so I have less of a chance of waking Lucy up by just going through the window instead of the front door. 

I remember when I saw her last night all I wanted to do was to lay next to her and cuddle her into my warmth to keep her safe. 'She looks so cute when she's sleeping.' Wait... where'd that thought come from? Get it together Natsu. She doesn't like you like that.. 

I fell asleep not too long after that unusual thought, still cuddling Lucy to my body to keep her warm and safe through the night. 

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Suddenly I wake up to a very loud, "NATSU!!! GET OFF OF ME! Seriously! Move it, you big oversized man lizard!" 

"Hmph, geeze Lucy can't ya keep it down. You are way too loud in the morning," I say, still tired from going to bed so late. 

 "No I cannot keep it down and no I am not loud! You are just on top of me crushing me and I am sweating to death under here, move it already!" I can hear the plea in Lucy's voice as she is trying to get me off of her. I roll my eyes and roll over to the side so I can stop "crushing" her. I start to fall asleep again still so exhausted.

"Why ...you ...y bed any..... You k.....not sup... to be in here, but y..... en. It's like any...o you ju....the other."

"Hmm what did you say?" I groaned out.

"LUCY KICK!!!" 

Next thing I know I am being kicked in the stomach. Why do I always get myself into these situations.. 

"AHHHHHH! Ow Lucy.. What the heck was that for?" I said clutching my stomach. That girl can swing a mean kick. I think she rearranged my organs..

"You weren't listening to me. Also, we need to get going to the guild! We have a whole day ahead of us! I am going to go take a bath and I expect you to be up and ready when I come out." She gives me a look that she thinks is serious, but I just think it makes her look cute. Wait, again Natsu? Seriously, snap out of it. 

Lucy goes off to take a bath and I decide that I should probably make her breakfast to say sorry for almost suffocating her this morning. I don't want Lucy to be in a bad mood and I want to see her start her day off with a smile. 

I finish getting breakfast together. I made Lucy's favorite.. pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and orange juice.  Hopefully she likes it. I want to start taking care of her more. She is always taking care of me, feeding me and letting me crash at her place. 

As I am finishing putting the table together I hear the door to the bathroom open. I instantly get these butterflies in my stomach when I see her. She looks so.... radiant. The sun shining through the window is making her golden hair glow. Her body... wow.. she has on a tight white crop top and a short skirt that shows off her lean tanned legs. Then her scent hits me. Strawberries and vanilla.. I take in a deep inhale and I can feel my hard on tight against my pants. Her scent is.... intoxicating.

I quickly mask my features as Lucy finally looks over to me and a look of shock is displayed on her face. She makes her way over to me saying, "What happened? Where's Natsu?" in a disbelieving tone. She starts touching at my face and pulling on my ears and moving her hands through my hair trying to make sure I am real. My hard on is growing even more tight through my pants. 'Sweet Mavis, she needs to stop. Her touch feels like a delicious flame caressing my body.' 

Trying to get her to stop I laugh at her attempt to make sure I am "real" and pull her in to an unexpected hug, keeping my pelvis away from her so she can't feel my arousal. I know my face is blazing pink from getting all hot and bothered by her. I am trying my best to hide it, but I don't know if she can tell.. 

"I thought I should make you some breakfast for almost suffocating you this morning. Sorry about that by the way.." 

I look down to Lucy and to my surprise she has a tint of pink to her porcelain soft cheeks as she gently pulls away and says,  "No problem.. Let's eat then we can head to the guild together!!"

"Sure Luce, maybe we can find a job just the two of us can go on together!" I reply hoping that I don't sound too enthusiastic about the idea about us spending some alone time together. 

Her blush deepens as she nervously says, "Y-yeah," then with some resolve "sure, of course!"

I sent her one of my signature goofy grins and she sent me a smile right back.  

We finished our breakfast with some small talk then made our way over to our gild hall to look for a job, just the two of us. 

What job will Lucy and Natsu end up taking? What will happen when they go off together just the two of them? To be continued..

Hi everyone! Thank you for giving my story a read. If you could let me know how I am doing in the comments that would be great! This is the first fanfic I have ever written.

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Sibling headcanons [1/3]

(you are here) -> PART 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Important note: To the person who requested this, I will be splitting this into 3 parts so its more doable... and bearable to read through. Sorry that just these two took so long :') Enjoy tho!

content: [gn!reader], [olderbrother!kageura], [olderbrother!ninomiya]

status: unedited/not proofread + requested

character(s): Masato Kageura, Masataka Ninomiya

warning(s): mild cursing. Uhhh... likely wont be proofread? I dont think they're too OOC, but Kageura might be...

extra: Masterlist

(reader is around 10 years younger in my mind but its written in a way where you can imagine the age gap as whatever)

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Masato Kageura:

Ur probably one of his favorite people tbh, if not THE favorite

Why?

because ur emotions towards him arent so prickly AT LEAST 60% of the time

Puts up w whatever antics you do and might go along with it

But also gets fed up w you so quickly

He's aggressively protective? Kind of.

Kage knows when you're upset w him due to his side effect

When he senses that, he usually does try to talk to you.

100% hates it when ur angry or upset towards him for more than a day.

He does his best to not have outbursts towards you

Always encourages you to stand up for yourself and gets absolutely pissed off if you dont.

He'll defend you despite that though

Will scold you when he's done

"Why're ya mad at me this time?!" He groaned in frustration, turning to face you.

The annoying, prickly sensation was crawling across his skin. He knew it was coming from you, the only other person in the room.

You glowered at him from your spot on the couch, right across the room from him.

"..."

"..."

Kageura gave you a narrowed eyed look of which you returned.

He apologized, "Alright, damn... Sorry for making a scene earlier."

"Good," you said.

Someone had bad mouthed you for outfit choice and the both of you had heard it. Kageura had expected you to at least give them a stern look but you didn't do anything. So, he stood up for you like a good big brother would.

Masataka Ninomiya:

He isn't as cold and arrogant towards you as he is to everyone else

But he is blunt and is still kind of an ass

Personally, I think he wouldnt be the best older brother, but also not the worst.

Would probably hurt ur feelings tbh LOL

and he'd mean it

If ur the type to friendly to everyone, it annoys him

He wont tell u tho (the one thing he wont bring up)

Ur still ur own person after all

Are u talented in something? Anything?

Ur not his sibling anymore /j

Ok but seriously, in his trivia it says he hates ppl with talent lmaooo

I have the feeling that if u are, he doesnt subject you to his opinion about that but always has that icy stare whenever he see's u doing whatever it is

You call him "Masa" and he doesnt care until you say it in front of someone, especially if they're from Border

In the end, ur his younger sibling and he treats you accordingly

Maybe buys you gifts for special occasions... but always gets u smth for ur birthday

Idk, he's just not the greatest sibling out there.

It was your birthday today. Everyone had wished you a happy one throughout the day. Well, everyone besides your own brother. But what could you do? It was the Masataka Ninomiya after all.

After his shift at Border, he dropped by your room. Usually an unexpected thing, but he seemed to remember that he had a younger sibling when it was your birthday.

"Here," he said with his normal blunt tone.

You didnt question him and simply took the item (pretend it's smth you've wanted for a while now). It wasnt even wrapped up...

After silently swallowing your subtle displeasure, you were thankful in the end, "Thanks Masa."

He ignored this nickname and began to walk out.

"Dinner's ready," he said from over his shoulder.

You suddenly couldn't help but wonder what his reaction was when he found out he was going to have a younger sibling. An amusing thought crossed your mind. It would've been really funny if he had actually made a face of worry or discontent. You were definitely going to bring it up to your parents during dinner.

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to be continued...

word count: dont feel like looking

start: 7/04/23

finish: 7/09/23

a/n: gonna be honest. just these two should NOT have taken this long. the procrastination is hitting me... I PROMISE PT2 AND 3 WILL BE OUT SOON... <3

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If only.... - yjw

SIXTH CHAPTER : the truth unfolds...or does it?

Note : kind of a long chapter :]

You were waiting for Jungwon to come back with popcorn. It had been a while since he was gone and you had started tapping your foot to be patient.

"Hey I didnt know if you liked salted or caramel so I got cheese" said Jungwon carrying a huge bucket filled to the brim with popcorn. You smiled at him but instead of focusing on the popcorn all you could focus on was him. Damn did he have to look so fine!

Reaching the door you felt something scratch your neck but you didnt think of it much thinking it was a bug.

"Ah these are our seats K-12 and K-13" said Jungwon leading you to take a seat. Soon the theatre went dark and the screen glowed brightly. During the movie nothing interesting happened. Just occasional exchange of smiles, your hands touching while reaching for the popcorn and your stomach going nuts due to the butterflies fluttering inside.

The only reason you got jungwon to see 'Monster Bride: the wedding' was to strike a conversation regarding unusual events and creatures and then lead it to yesterday's incident but somehow you didnt have the guts to. He seemed into the movie you could sense that as his cat eyes shimmered and you could see the reflection of the screen in his mesmerising orbs. "Why are you staring at me?" He questioned with a gentle smile. "No reason" you said casually to brush it off but your insides couldnt lie. You had fallen, fallen for Yang Jungwon. But it wasn't love, you thought, anybody would fall for a guy like him.

All this time while you were thinking about your feelings, Jungwon was staring at you just like you had. "Now why are you staring?" You asked with a light chuckle. "No reason" he said mimicking you. Rolling your eyes you reached for the popcorn but instead he held your hand and pulled you closer.

You thought you both were going to kiss so you tried your best to brace yourself, control your heart from exploding. But the look on Jungwon's face was......the look of horror, as though he was frightened. He tucked your hair behind your ear to get a good view of your neck. And there he saw, the scratch which you thought was just a random bug bite had turned red and purple looking as though it was spreading. Jungwon knew exactly what it was but you were just confused.

He dragged you out of the theatre and towards the exit. "What's wrong?" You asked him while walking hurriedly.

"See for yourself later." That was all he said.

"Jungwon this is the boy's washroom, I shouldn't be here" you said as he stopped to check if anyone else was in and locked the door. He then stood beside you in front of the mirror and you saw it. The scratch, it looked terrifying. You face dropped and you put you palm over your neck.

Meanwhile Jungwon was wetting his handkerchief and placed it on your neck.

"Did you know when Yoonjae scratched you? Did it happen last night?" He questioned pressing the handkerchief around the scratch gently. "So it was a lie" you stood silently as Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows and looked at you. "Whatever I remembered wasnt a dream now was it? Who are you really Jungwon?"

"Is that really important right now?" He said focusing back on your wound. "Of course it is. I thought I had lost it."

Jungwon didnt say anything, not because he didnt have anything to say but because he didnt want you to know that his fangs had appeared looking at the tiny drops of blood dripping down your neck from the wound.

"So now you'll just not talk, fine" you said pushing his hand away from your neck. You had said you wont ask him, you wanted to find out without him knowing, but things didnt go as planned.

"Dont do that, it wont heal Y/N!" Jungwon yelled as he pulled your hand and cupped your face to turn towards him. You looked into his eyes. They looked.....worried, like he cared deeply about you. Suddenly one of the stall door opened with a bang and inside stood an unexpected visitor.

"Funny seeing you both here"

Yoonjae? You thought.

"Yang Jungwon, I'm here to settle everything fair and square. An eye for an eye, an arm for an arm" he said removing a sleeve of his jacket to display his shoulder....... armless.

"Oh and that was me who scratched your little sweetie. It's not infectious, wont spread more than that. I had to get your attention to me somehow" Yoonjae said using his nails to sharpen his fangs as thought they were a nail buffer.

"When will you stop trying Yoonjae, isn't losing an arm enough. I dont know what you have against me" Jungwon said standing in front of you.

"I idolised you" Yoonjae said looking down at his feet.

Hearing that Jungwon smiled at him. He knew why Yoonjae always wanted to fight him. To prove he was better, but Jungwon didnt want to fight with anyone. He extended his hand and grabbed Yoonjae's hand. "One, two, three, four I declare the thumb war." Suddenly Yoonjae's face lightened up as though he remembered something from his past, a sweet memory.

You did not just see two teenage boys, one without an arm settle an argument by playing thumb fight.

"Aw man you won, you've always had strong thumbs. Well now one thumb. So what are you going to do about the arm, stitch it back?" Asked Jungwon which left you utterly confused. Stitch an arm back?

"I can go around saying 'I lost it in a battle' or I could just stitch it back. I'm surprised you remembered that by the way" said Yoonjae referring to the thumb fight.

"Of course I do"

And with that Yoonjae disappeared.

"What the fuck was that?" You said out loud.

Master list hehe

[quirklessidiot]

Title: pretty eyes [short story] Pairing: Gojo Satoru x gn!reader [soulmate au; takes place eight years before the yuuji and sukuna fusion] Genre: josei, romance, fluff, comedy, and your normal tragic angst!

Summary: in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. Warnings: language, blood, minor manga spoilers, mild ooc gojo and death

Notes:  can we all just sit down admire satoru? Like the eyes man, the attitude omg... Ah im so sorry in advance  if hes ooc here sksksk it is my first time to write about any jjk characters and I havent fully grasped them yet despite reading the manga anyways i wont be online next week and tomorrow so i decided to publish this ahead of time. ily all and again thank you for the love and support, it does mean a lot *bows down* see you all again when i’ve got time? jskskss i fucking hate college and online classes, satoru save me please soulmate au’s [not read in any particular order nor are they connected, they just share the same trope]  Pretty eyes [gojo vers.] ||  lasting blues [toji vers]

tragic soulmate au series || taglist 

“Pretty.” were the very first words you uttered in complete awe as you saw yourself in the mirror and no, this wasn’t directed to your physical appearance. It was directed to your left eye, the eye of your soulmate.

Contrasting to your normal boring color on the right, your soulmate’s eyes were ethereal and unreal. How could someone have such pretty eyes? It was completely surreal at that point that you refused to believe that someone with these eyes were actually human.

You placed one hand and gently caressed the left side of your face where the pretty eye rested, “You must be an angel.” you muttered, “Only angels have pretty eyes.”

Thus      like every child     you gave your soulmate a nickname, ‘pretty angel’  and every night before you slept, you’d wonder out loud how your pretty angel was doing, if they were nearby, or anything like that. You wonder what type of food they like, do they like to leave the window open for a cool wind or do they like their chocolate hot or iced.

Yet as you grew older, the pretty angel faded out into your thoughts. The pretty idea of soulmates and love disappeared like the story books you read as a child. The pretty blue eyes on your left is forgotten as life takes a toll on you.

They say death was inevitable, when your mother died in middle school, you watch as your father’s left eye turn to your mother’s color. You watched as he clenched her hand, like it was some last resort of plea. You watched him cry as he passed by the mirrors and you wondered, would it hurt like that too?

It baffles you how beautiful and cruel the soulmate system was.

How every time your father would stare at his own reflection, his left eye would be nothing but a reminder of your dead mother.

You let out a second meek cough in the quiet bookstore that night, the sounds of the car passing by were nothing but quiet noise to you as you immerse yourself in the literature book you were reading, your students would surely love this one.You let out another cough as you turn around to find a small space to read since standing for too long made you tired too quickly. 

You’re too enchanted by the words of the author that you don’t even notice the rather tall man in front of you.

You look up, ready to give a quiet apology but stop short when you notice how ethereal the stranger looked. Albeit he wore a pair of weird Lennon shades at this time of night, he reminded you very much of an angel with his snow white hair.

You don’t even notice how your left eye is returning back to it’s normal color, the stranger does though and it surely was odd to see his eyes on a stranger.

“Well,” the stranger has a shit-eating grin decorating his handsome features, he definitely looked like trouble for sure, “This is unexpected.”

He lowers his shades and your eyes immediately widen as you suddenly cup the left side of your face, you’d recognize those unique eyes anywhere, after all, you had those on your left eye since you were born, “Y-You.” you muttered, the shock momentarily eating you up.

“Yeah, me.” He grins, loving the sudden attention, “Wow, I was expecting something like fireworks or flowers to appear.” He suddenly teased, bending down to your level.

Now that you notice it, he was very, very tall.

“I…” You blink, trying to gain your composure, “Wow…”

“Did I pass your expectations?” it’s been a few minutes since you started talking and all he has been doing is teasing you. 

“You do look like an angel.” You complimented and his eyes widened at the rather out-of-place compliment, “Your eyes are very pretty, thanks for letting me borrow them for twenty-two years.”

Gojo Satoru thought he had the upper-hand, after all, you looked quite meek but when you said those compliments, he was sure that you were going to be the teasing one in this whole-soulmate thing.

So he tries to one up you.

“I’m Satoru Gojo but you can call me tonight.” He grinned, trying to tease you once again, the corny pick up line sounds suave but your blank expression says otherwise.

“I’m Y/N L/N and  think I should call you in the morning, it is quite late right now and I still have classes at eight am.” You mumbled, looking down at your watch, “How about you just walk me home, then?”

“Okay.” Satoru immediately raises his hands, signaling that he was giving up, “First off, you should be more hyper aware that I may be a serial killer.”

“Are you?”

“What?”

“Are you a serial killer?” you repeat, “That would be awfully disappointing if my soulmate was one since I’d immediately give you up on the police. I’m not interested in being in a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing and I think it’s too early for me to die.”

“You’re very upfront about these sorts of things.”

“Well, you’re very teasing for someone who just met their soulmate a few minutes ago.” you shrug, “So, are you going to walk me home or not?”

“Ah, bossy too. I love the attitude already.”

“We’re spending our whole lives together. You might as well get used to it.”

You’d think the idea of soulmates would scare you after the firsthand experience with your parents but curiosity always got the best of you and the white-haired man proved that maybe it would be different this time.

Throughout the few months you’ve spent with him, You’ve noticed that Gojo Satoru and you may be alike in some ways but in most ways, he was different. 

First, he was enigmatic. You’ve known the man for a couple of months now and you’ve been going out on dates but you don’t know much about him except that like you, he’s a teacher at a good school and he tends to be conceited when he talks about his personal skills as a teacher.

“...What are you doing?” Satoru asked, peeking from behind your shoulder as you type in the grades of your student for your class.

“I’m grading my students.” You muttered, it was after dinner at your place and he was lazing around your place, the sound of faint jazz music could be heard throughout your small space and the wafting smell of freshly baked brownies filled the room, “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something since you're a teacher?”

Satoru quirks a brow as if you had said something odd then it seemed like realization had dawn upon him at that moment.

“Ah, I’m not doing much since my students are on break.”

“Didn’t you say that last time?”

Silence filled the room and Satoru breaks it off with his very famous ‘heh’ that made you inwardly roll your eyes and chunk the pillow that you’ve been hugging towards his direction, “Stop slacking off, you’re a teacher.” You scold him mildly, followed by a small cough.

“Ah, Y/N-chan. You’re so mean to me,” He frowned, handing you the mug filled with water, “...No fair.”

“You're a teacher and you’re slacking off.” You deadpanned, ignoring his sly ways of trying to get you in his arms, “How is that even fair?”

“My students can handle themselves so well that I don’t need to babysit them.” He hmphed,  arms crossed and head held up high in a rather arrogant manner. You could only only scoff back a reply at his rather haughty attitude but you’ve gotten used to it to the point where you just roll your eyes.

“You’re a very bad teacher, Satoru.” 

“Hey, I am considered one of the best and it’s an honor-”

You clicked your tongue and just pinched his cheek in reply to get him to stop drawling on about his achievements. You wondered if you dated a man child or something.

Second, despite his teasing nature and good looks, he’s a rather shy bean and has some insecurities about it too, maybe it was because there were moments where you couldn’t really understand your soulmate and his puzzling life. He didn’t tell and you didn’t want to pry because you technically both had your whole life to get around that subject.

Luckily, you seem to have found a remedy for moments like that.

“Satoru…” You called out to your soulmate who was staring at the nutrition content of the wafers on his hand, “Satoru!” 

“Oh, sorry. What were you talking about?” he finally snapped out of his daze and turned to you who was standing there, hand on your hip. The crispy wafers on his hand are long forgotten. 

Your soulmate is good looking, alright. If anyone were to pass by him they wouldn’t see the minor zilch of worry in his eyes.

“Are you alright?” You ask, walking closer to him, completely serious.

“...You aren’t going to leave me, right?” 

You raise a brow at the sudden question, wasn’t he too young to have some mid-life crisis? Was this because of the soulmate movie you watched late last night about the soulmate leaving their other half to rebel against the system and because of his partner’s family?

“Why would I leave you?”

He blinks once, then twice, the only sound that could be heard was the familiar music playing throughout the grocery store, it was as if no one was there during the mid-day. Satoru proceeds to look away, “I don’t know. What if you realize that you don’t like me as your soulmate and you followed what the dude did in the movie?” he started to mumble, mouth pressed on a straight line.

“Ah, the whole rich in-laws.” you blinked, “Don’t tell me you’re a son of some huge clan in japan that’s loaded and I’m going to be a disgrace to your family name or something?”

It came out as a joke at first, it really did and you were going to laugh but when you notice the straight face he has on, you realize it was anything but a joke.

“Oh.” 

“Yeah, Oh.” 

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one asking that question then?”

“What?” He almost half-yelled, eyes wide behind his usual shades that he seemed to wear a lot, “That doesn’t make sense!”

“Neither does your question, Satoru.” You frowned, massaging your temples, “I should be the one asking you that, are you going to leave me?”

“Of course not.” He sputters out.

“Then there goes my answer too.” You replied, huffing out as you grab the sweet wafers on his hand to put into the cart, “You’re very weird.”

“You’re weird.”

“No, you are.”

“You seriously asked me if I’d leave you because of your rich family in the middle of the day.” You deadpanned, inching closer to him to the point where your lips are brushing against his.

“This is unfair.” He huffed, suddenly turning red, “You’re attacking me in broad daylight.”

“Oh dear.” Your beguiling eyes, enjoying his rather embarrassed state, “This isn’t attacking, Satoru.”

Then you closed the distance between you two, his eyes seemed to widen behind his shades at your forward approach, clearly you guys never did PDA. You took this as an opportunity to lick his lower lip so you could slip your tongue in and as he starts getting into it and placing his hand to cup your ass, you pull away with a big smile on your lips, “That’s attacking.” you grinned.

Satoru seemed to have regained his senses quickly after that rather heated public make-out session, he placed his hand on top of his mouth and feigned embarrassment, “My, My, I didn’t think you’d enjoy those types of things in public.” he was back to his normal teasing self.

Well, that seemed to have worked very well.

“Mhm,” 

Yet unknown to you those thoughts still lingered in his head, it wasn’t just his family that he was worried about, it was also regarding his job as a jujutsu sorcerer       something he has yet to mention, he’s not even sure if you’d believe him       it’s a normal occurrence for people like him to die in this occupation and he’s scared that one day, you’ll see your left eye turning back to his eye color with no valid explanation.

Not only that but the amount of people who’d go after you to get to him, he clenched on the shopping cart tightly

“I’m tired.” You cut his thoughts short and Satoru turns to you, unlike him, you weren’t physically active so you tire easily, even joking around that you were a granny in a child’s body, “Can we sit down after this and get some gyudon?”

“Sure Y/N.” he grins, giving you a one-arm hug and kissing your temple.

Third, he’s terrible with kids, period, no questions asked. 

Your eyes narrowed to slits as he brought in one of his students named Megumi, the boy is quiet and compared to your giant and teasing soulmate, he’s serious. In fact he was more serious than the tiny pinky of the white-haired man.

“...Are you kidnapping a third grader?”

“He’s one of my students.”

“You don’t even know the first thing of looking after kids.” You pointed out, “And didn’t you mention that you teach high school students?”

“Well,” he drawled on, “It’s kind of a long story but he’s technically a genius.”

You let out a stifling sigh, “You’re impossible.” you mutter, bending down to the small boy’s level, “Would you like something to eat in compensation for him annoying you?”

The boy nods mutely.

“I wasn’t annoying him!” He corrects.

“He looks very annoyed standing next to you.”

“That’s literally what he looks like!”

You roll your eyes in reply and turn to the young boy, handing him a pastry that you had brought earlier. You  watched Megumi eat his pastry in front of the television that played some child-friendly show as you let out a soft cough and pour yourself some water

“Are you alright?” Satoru asks, resting his head on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” You replied, “Why’d you ask?”

“You’re looking quite pale these days.”

“Maybe it’s the allergy season, already.”  you nonchalantly replied, taking another gulp of water, “You’re terrible with kids, by the way.”

“That’s why I’m a high school teacher, Y/N.”

This connects you to your fourth observation, he’s nonchalant and easy going but he harbors a rather deep worry for you to the point where you wonder if he was really your soulmate or your mother incarnate. Three years into the whole soulmate thing with him, you still couldn’t help but think that he’s doting nature was quite adorable.

You feel like you’re coming down with a cold these days, your head has been throbbing and your cough is worsening. Satoru’s eyes are filled with nothing but worry as he handed you some medication. Your soulmate was now a mother hen and if it were different circumstances, you’d laugh it off.

“We should go to the doctor.” He nagged you once again.

“I’m literally going to sleep it off.” You hoarsely replied, “I’ll be fine, Satoru.”

“You literally sound like you smoked a pack with your voice, are you sure?”

“I am.” You glared, “Don’t sleep-”

Before you could even finish what you were saying, he flops right next to you in the bed, “-I literally told you to not sleep next to me.” you scolded him.

“A mere cold won’t phase me.”

“I swear to god, Gojo Satoru. I’ll kick you out.” He ignores your ministrations and snuggles his head on your neck, his warm breath tickling it, “You’re impossible.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly.”

“Hey.”

“I’m kidding.” you let out a quiet chuckle, looking down at your soulmate and running your hands through his white hair, “I love you very much, you idiot.”

“Hard same.”

“Never mind, I take it back.” you giggle.

And after a rather short playful banter between you two, you find yourself sleeping and snuggling on his long limbs. You think all is well, you really do. That was until you wake up later at three am in the morning with a loud coughing fit. Satoru immediately sits upright and opens your nightlight but what he sees next, scares him more than the curses he has ever encountered.

Your sheets are now stained in blood from the coughing fit that had just happened and you're completely taken aback too, completely breathless.

“Y-Y/N…” He gulps down, quickly taking the sheets away from you, “Let’s go to the hospital now, please?”

“...L/N-san, have you been getting coughing fits before this?” the doctor asks, looking up from your chart. Satoru watches you shake your head as you clench the paws of his jacket, the doctor takes off his glasses, “How about coughs that don’t seem to go away? Getting tired too easily?”

Satoru doesn’t like where this was going, he doesn’t like where this was going at all.

“Um, just some dry coughs and I’ve always been an inactive person.” You quietly replied, contrasting to your usual bright and teasing demeanor, you looked too tired this morning and Satoru just hopes it’s because he dragged you out of bed at four am to get yourself checked asap.

“Y/N-san, has any of your family members been diagnosed with lung cancer?”

The whole room is silent and you could almost hear a pin drop, Satoru feels his knuckles suddenly turn white, “I recalled my okaasan died because of that.” You replied silently and the doctor nods feverishly.

“...Y/N-san...It pains me to say this but the reason you’ve been experiencing this is because of the tumors located in your lungs.” Satoru feels his heart drop when he hears those words, “We have to do further tests to confirm-”

“Do it.” Satoru cuts the old doctor off, his hands are visibly shaking already, he hopes that this was just a misdiagnosis, that this doctor was just a bad one or better yet whatever excuse his mind could make up at that moment, “Do all the tests needed for Y/N, please.”

Fifth, he’s very supportive towards you and your impulsive decisions. If he could join you in it, he would but you usually decide against it.

It’s another quiet night for you as you sit across from your soulmate at the dinner table. You’ve grown awfully thin and your hair was starting to fall off due to the chemoradiation, this day marked the third month since you found out that you have lung cancer just like your mother. Surgery was apparently too risky so the safest option right now was this treatment. 

You don’t deny the anxiety eating you up every day, specifically the fear of death, you’re even more worried for Satoru since not only had he been paying for your treatment but he had opt to take care of you, saying that his job would be fine without him since you were going to get better soon anyways.

“Would you still love me if I shaved my hair?” You asked, your voice still quite hoarse.

“You kidding me? I’d still love you even if you turned into a roach.”

You immediately crinkle your nose in disgust, “That’s disgusting.”

“Honest reply.”

Truthfully, the man had been your rock these past three months. You knew how hard it was for him to be happy around you, how he had put on a brave front and remained positive saying that this was just going to be a rough couple of months and you’d be back in no time despite the bleak outlook.

It kept you sane amongst the tragedy.

“I wanna shave my hair.”

“Like right now?”

You nod, “Can we use your electric razor?”

“You want me.” he points to himself, “To cut your hair?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else to do it.” You grinned.

And that’s how you ended up in your bathroom after dinner, Satoru’s shades on the side and his concentration directly on your scalp. You had literally told him that he just needed to do it the same way as he shaved his beard but he was still scared. Apparently, he had never shaved anyone’s hair before.

“...Okay, Y/N. Here goes…” He proclaimed, switching the razor on. As bits and pieces of your hair fall to the ground, you feel your cheeks getting wet and your shoulders tense, Satoru is quick to notice the switch of emotion and immediately turns the razor off before bending down in front of you, “Woah, woah… Y/N….”

“I-I…” Your lips are quivering as the tears fall faster when you see his pretty eyes staring back at yours, you try to let out a laugh but instead it comes out as a choke sob, “Sorry, this is stupid. I’m literally crying over fucking hair.”

“No, of course not…” He replies, enveloping you in a hug, “Of course not.”

Satoru feels you start to shake in his arms and he knows he should keep his emotions in check, he’s a sorcerer for crying out loud but seeing you break down for the first time in three months had him shaking too, you didn’t deserve all this, fuck, you didn’t deserve any of this at all!

“Would you like me to shave my hair so you’d feel a bit better?” he asks. After recovering from your breakdown, you had asked him to continue shaving your hair because you might as well be done with it.

“Please don’t.” You reply, wiping your tears away, “We’d look like eggs.”

“Cute eggs, you mean.” He corrects, teasing you and trying to cheer you up, this was all he could do and he hates it. 

He really hates it.

What good was the title of being the strongest when he couldn’t save you from all of this?

Lastly, if you hadn’t highlighted it enough. He has pretty eyes, contrasting to your dull and boring ones, you always loved how different his eyes are. Sometimes you wondered why he dared to hide them behind his crappy and overused Lennon shades.

“Can I see them?” 

Your room is dimly lit as Satoru sleeps next to you on the hospital bed, you were growing weaker and frailer by the day and you could see the toll it took on your soulmate. You were heavily reminded of your father who was sitting right next to your mother on her deathbed.

“See what?” He yawned.

“Your eyes.”

“You’re awfully in love with them, huh?” 

“I’ve always been in love with them from the moment I saw it in the mirror.”

Silence envelopes the room with your statement and as requested, he takes the shades off and now you’re greeted by the most beautiful blue eyes that you love to look at in the reflection since you were a child, “Pretty.” You muttered, raising your frail hands slowly to cup his face, “Pretty eyes.”

Satoru takes in a deep breath as he places his hand on top of yours, the silence is heavy. You both know what’s about to come in the next few days, you’re lucky if you even last a night. Yet he doesn’t want to talk about it, he shuts the topic off quickly when you try to even raise it.

“Yeah.” he mumbles, staring at you, “Pretty.”

You let out a quiet laugh, “I doubt it, I’m anything but pretty now.” your voice hoarse, making him lightly squeeze your hands, “Will you be bringing Megumi tomorrow?”

“Yeah, the brat said he saved enough money to get you your favorite pastry.”

“That’s good.” you blinked, “I’m tired.”

Satoru feels his shoulder tense at your words, they were so plain yet at the same time so heavy, “Should I call the doctor?” he asks. You shake your head and just snuggle on his chest.

“No,” You mumbled, inhaling his scent and basking on his presence, “I want your warmth next to me.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“You know, you’ve always had prettier eyes.”

Yet you don’t reply and he feels your grip on his sweater lessen, he doesn’t even need to see his reflection to know that his left eye has returned back to your (e/c) ones.

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magical mischief (2)

hogwarts!au

character(s): diluc ➡ mentions: kaeya, sucrose, childe, venti, baal, diona warning(s): swearing <3

notes: it was supposed to be diluc, zhongli, and thoma but diluc's unexpectedly got longer than i hoped oOPS so i made a separate one for zhongli and thoma

part 1: kaeya, childe, albedo

gryffindor!

diluc

everyone knows of the gryffindor prefect. some people would mistake him as ravenclaw for being so studious; some people would mistake him for slytherin for being so closed off. in his first year of hogwarts, people often mistook him as hufflepuff for being friendly, overly polite, and outgoing. the hufflepuff mistake changed when he turned sixteen.

no one knows what happened to his sudden change of personality. no one but kaeya and a strange, childhood, ravenclaw friend that works with another even stranger ravenclaw.

sucrose pushes her glasses up, watching you create another explosion in her room.

you cough, wiping off the ashes from your face. the black smudges on your face don't go away. sucrose hands you a handkerchief and you gratefully accept it, finally getting the grime off.

"project sixty-two oh-eight is unsuccessful." the mint haired girl notes in a journal. "moving on to..."

you tilt your head, giving her a nod to go on but she stares at the space behind you. you turn and see kaeya, cracking open the door with a quiet knock. you frown, his uncharacteristic actions feel so weird. he usually just blasts open the door with a flick of his wand and sashays inside.

"kaeya?" you ask after apologizing to sucrose for interrupting her. "what's up?"

the slytherin clears his throat, opening the door more widely. "may i have a moment of your time? preferably not here, though."

he's so... formal. unlike himself.

you wave goodbye to sucrose and promise her to do another experiment next time then direct your attention back to the boy in front of you. "sure, outside?"

he nods. with a swish of his robes, he walks out. you note his posture is so unlike him. his strides are more rigid, less carefree. it's like a comparison from a beauty model to an uptight CEO.

he leads you right in a place where you can see the black lake. it's awfully farther than you expected. you thought he was going to lead to to the court yard, or at least the slytherin common room.

"kaeya, you're not acting like yourself." you comment.

"haha!" an airy laugh escapes from someone. you jolt, surprised from the unexpected guest. you feel two hands clamp your shoulders. "you're absolutely right, my dear."

you knit your brows, walking away from kaeya and... diluc. you slap a hand over your mouth. "wait, diluc- did you just laugh?!" did he just call you 'my dear' with a peppy tone

kaeya grumbles in displeasure. his arms cross while his brother leans on him with a carefree attitude.

you make an 'o' shape with your lips, piecing the clues together. "oh.. oh." you try to remain stoic and serious about the situation, seeing how uncomfy kaeya- no- how uncomfy diluc is.

you gasp out laughing, clutching your stomach. you crouch on the ground unable to control your laughs and look up to the brothers with tears in your eyes, "oh- please! you've switched bodies! how?!"

no wonder the slytherin had been acting all curt and polite. diluc in kaeya's body pinches the bridge of his nose. "the new first year did this," he starts to explain. "took one look at me and said, 'i will destroy the wine industry!' i don't even know how the kid knows of my family's business in the muggle world."

"placed a spell on us with weird words while having a quidditch practice match," kaeya finishes. "but really, who doesn't know of the winery? even the purest of purebloods know of it."

kaeya (still in diluc's body) looks at the red portion of his robes with a scrunched up nose. you're unable to tell if he hates how the robe feels on him. or if he hates wearing gryffindor's colours.

you hum, scratching your head. "you want me to undo the spell, right?"

"if it isn't a problem," diluc presses his lips together. with one glance at your unsure face, his shoulders droop. "you don't know how, do you..."

you smile sympathetically. "i'll try my best to undo it, but just in case, we need to find that first year, to the source itself"

kaeya raises his arms behind his now red hair, "great! it feels so weird to be seeing with both my eyes. or well, with both diluc eyes. the kid's name is diona. she's also in slytherin like me. diluc will lead you to her."

"what? why me," diluc asks.

"because you're the one who looks like me, duh! i cant go in the slytherin common room if i look like gryffindor prefect. just bring [y/n] with you. childe can also help-"

diluc glowers, "you still hang around that scum?"

"you still keep that vase?" kaeya throws sweet poison to diluc.

you chuckle nervously when you see them bring their wands out. "so, diona? let's find her."

kaeya raises a brow, and smirks. "toodles~! i dont want to spend another minute in this grump's body. that donna girl keeps trying to give me a pie- i dont want seven different pies." he wriggles his fingers to show his goodbye.

you shiver. it's so weird to see diluc- when you know diluc isn't actually diluc in his body. but his face keeps smiling and showing emotions with kaeya's soul inside. it's weird to not see only little quirks of his mouth or his typical sighs.

but really though, you could stare at kaeya's new face. it's strange seeing diluc with a scheming face: the one kaeya typically wears

"please at least try to not get into any trouble..." diluc purses his lips. "i'll try to act like you- you try to act like me."

you stare at diluc with owlish eyes. diluc? acting like kaeya?

it seems kaeya has the same reaction, because he freezes. luckily for him, he's quick witted, "oh? act like you?" he musters the grouchiest face and crosses his arms. "hello, i am diluc ragnvindr. i am a grouchy gryffindor. i hate kaeya. i hate lots of slytherins, especially the beautiful, gorgeous asshole named kaeya," he praises himself.

diluc fights the urge to throw him into the black lake. you laugh, dragging diluc away and leading him to where the slytherin common room is.

"i've only been here once, but i am acquainted with childe, so he can show us around." you bump his side playfully and stand outside the slytherin common room.

"CHILDE." you yell with your hands amplifying the noise.

"WHADDUP SHAWTY," you hear a shout from behind you.

you nod to diluc, encouraging him to somehow find a way to get the slytherin password from childe. you know he hates him, but you want to see dilucs words come true. you want to see how he acts as kaeya.

he lets out a shaky sigh and smiles so casually. the smile is so pretty, it hurts. it's a shame he doesn't do that with his own face.

childe beams seeing the two of you, "hey comrades! what are you all standing around for?" he prods around, eying diluc then snaps his fingers as if realizing something.

you wait a bit for diluc to say something, or act more, but it seems he's done his acting gig and goes straight to the point. "what's the password?"

you deadpan. childe's gonna question him now and he'd have to say he's actually dilu-

"yeah sure no problem! it's 'reckoning'"

diluc says the word to a blank wall and enters through the door. you squint your eyes and make a face at childe. "you're up to something, i know."

he shrugs and pushes you in after diluc. "tell diona i said hi."

...

you sit at the lounge, waiting for diluc to show up with diona. your brows crease, because diluc is right. childe knows something others don't. you don't recall telling childe you were trying to find diona.

you doubletake, seeing a hufflepuff drinking an absurd amount of butterbeer from who knows where. they hang their arms around a slender, purple haired slytherin who tries to push him off with disgust.

what is venti doing hanging out with the slytherin queen. he'll die-

"venti," you hiss, reaching out to try and let him live a bit longer.

he hiccups and waves you over. he 'whispers' to the slytherin next to him. oh he's in trouble now. "psst, baal. is that the one all the slytherins are talking about?" his whispers are shouts at this point.

the slytherins at the lounge freeze, hoping you havent caught on yet.

baal hits venti's head with a hand, "shut up. you're ruining the plan."

you snort seeing venti spill his drink on his clothes.

"but baal," venti downs what's left in his mug. "if that grumpy gryffindor wont confess to [y/n] then how on earth is the plan even going to work? he barely even talks to [y/n] these days because hee likes [y/n] too much." he says as if you're not in the room. he continues babbling even after baal kicks his shins, "kaeya's plan won't work if diona-"

oh shit so it's kaeya's plan and every slytherin is on it

baal drags venti out of the common room and throws him out and all the other slytherins hastily leave to their own rooms.

diluc coughs from behind you, now transformed to his normal self and with who you assume is diona. pink peppers his face while he tried to cover his face with his fiery hair. "um, i found diona. she swapped me back."

diona sticks her tongue out. "that ugly kaeya made a deal with me on something and i had to oblige! it's honestly so pathetic how you can't confess so deal or no deal: i had to do it, but the uglier bard ruined the whole plan so i turned you back."

diluc dusts imaginary dust off his cloak and grasps your hands. he looks down to his feet, still unsure of whether to do this or not. "well, you heard it all. it's a shame it couldn't be from me but-" he rambles. with other's he's confident, but with you he's a mess. "i hope you can accept my feelings. if not i understand, i'll go on with my day and you'll never have to see me."

he holds his breath, silently quivering with the lack of response you give. a hand lifts his chin up and he stares at your eyes, nervous.

you didn't say anything, but you smile and give his the warmest hug.

he knows the answer now.

he wraps his arms back, silently thanking kaeya for his idiotic plan. it's stupid, but it worked in the end.

BONUS!:

"KAEYA I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS"

kaeya swirls a gold goblet with sparkling grape juice inside. he wolfishly grins and holds his cup up with a hand. "a toast for master diluc! for finally confessing, if people can even call it that."

he lowers it, placing it on his lips but never drinking it. he grins under the cup seeing diluc's wand in his hand flaming red.

"it's not even my fault." kaeya starts to explain his bullshit to diluc, "you can blame yourself. honestly, it gets tiring seeing you pine for so long and avoiding them like you weren't childhood friends with them."

the tips of diluc's ears turn red, not wanting to agree with his brother, but it was true. he was hopeless in the romantic department by himself. he can reject thousands and millions of people. he can have who ever he wants, but you aren't "whoever." you're the most special someone to him and that made him scared.

kaeya hands his drink to diluc, "do i get a thank you?"

diluc scoffs, yet accepts the drink. "thank you," he quietly mutters.

part 3: thoma, zhongli

[marigold-doms]

Could I request an ATEEZ one? How would they react (as doms) when y/n disobeys/is a bad girl? Thank you so much!

A/n: I’ve never done reactions before but... there’s always a first! I ALSO went ahead and added what type of dom I think Ateez would be.... guys, I had a liiiiiittle toO much fun with this.... I apologize in advance if some members aren’t that elaborated. You guys can always request for more... [PLZ. Plz REQUEST MORE LIKE THIS i had fun:)]

(Know that these are based off of the interpretation and personal opinions that I have of the members)

||ATEEZ Reacts|| to their S/O being a bad girl

Hongjoong:

Manipulative/sadistic!dom

When you’re a bad gorRL... Hongjoong is def not the type to say anything about your behavior out loud. You’ll just know.

By the look he gives you. The way he reacts to you. Even the way his hand goes to grab at your side when your in public.

He just has his subtle ways of reminding you that you’re crossing the line.

He’s traditional. 3 strikes and you’re out. Meaning if you refuse to listen to his warnings the first three times. You better pray that when you finally arrive home the he’ll be too tried to actually punish your dumbass.

In which-he never fails to do.

You know how he threatens the members by telling them “come to my room after this.”?

Girl don’t be surprised when he lowers his lips against your ear to whisper “I better find your disobedient ass in my room after they leave.” Literally as the members hang out and have a good ol time in your apartment.

He doesn’t like repeating himself and when he punishes you he definitely makes it a point to make sure your know what your did wrong.

Hongjoong is the type not only to make you count as he spanks you but he’s the type to make you say “I’m sorry daddy for *insert terrible sin*.” After every hit.

His smirk grows wider from the increasing amount of tears that flow from your eyes. (Kinky mans)

I personally love a sadistic dom lol besides the point

He probably likes when you tell him that it hurts.

“Good. I want you to hurt, sweetheart.”

“Daddy can’t hear you. Moan louder for me.”

The type to tease you and when you least expect it, enTeR you. nO prep. LIKE DAMN.

Questions you. “Such a bad girl... I didn’t even touch you.” Hongjoong sharply rotates his hips against your dripping core. Filling your walls as he stuffs himself to the hilt. “who told you to get this wet for me?

No one asked but ...he’d eat it out after fucking all of his cum into you.... okeiii NEXT-

Seonghwa:

HARD!dom

I wouldn’t want to cross daddy Seonghwa if i were you.

Not only is he sadistic boy number 1 here, he’s also a power bottom.

You can be one of two types of a bad girl.

One: a helpless submissive with absolutely NO dominate tendencies in her what so ever or TWO: the sub where BRAT is literally her first, middle, and last name.

Too bad for the both of you- Seonghwa has a solution (read:punishment) for both

“Fine.” His intense eyes glare at you as he finally stops holding your wrists above your head. “Since you want to be like this, Get on top of me.”

You: 👁👄👁huh?

You’ll either be shocked or jump at the opportunity to take the small ounce of control that he’s letting you have.

Whatever you choose, He uses this to his advantage. Once you’ve settled yourself on top of him and he’s fully inside of you, he makes sure that he has your full attention before devastatingly telling you “You better not slow down or I’m. Not. Fucking. You.”

Yunho:

SOFT!dom🥺....😳

In the most disappointed voice, “Baby, what did I tell you about not listening to me?”

His form of punishment.... NO. TOUCHING. AT. ALL.

Don’t get me wrong, he’s a soft boy...buT THAT DON’T MEAN HE AINT KINKY. (Kinky... but make it PRETTY)

He’ll tie you up with cute little silk ties and make sure your legs are parted as he settles in between.

Baby. Get ready for sum sensory overload because this boy LOVEs to tease you.

Those slow...soft, gentle kisses and strokes to the inner parts of your thighs. All leading up to your leaking-DESPERATE core.

-only to go RIGHT back up to your shaking knees.

30 minutes to a whole hOUr. He will keep your toes curling from the LACK of “center” attention.

Your panties completely soaked through and the most he’s done is breathe over your aching folds.

It wrecks him just as much as he wrecks you.

DONT GET ME STARTED ON THIS MAN’S SIZE kINK. (Thank you giant line for giving atinys size kinks)

You wont even have to trigger him for this. As soon as his hand goes to cup over your tiny core. He groANs.

“...You’re so fragile and tiny, princess...” His hands travel over your goosebumped navel. “My cock would break this tiny, innocent body of yours...”

He LIVES for the reaction that your innocence has from his dirty talk (is that a corruption kink I see👀??) that crimson flush that your face has or the way your eyes tear up. He just UGH! He almost wants to give you something you don’t deserve.

“But... only good girls deserve daddy’s dick.”

You plead to him that you’re a good girl and it’s just MUSIC to his ears. But he likes to play with his food before he devours it.

“Maybe I shouldn’t make love to you, baby... You couldn’t possibly take all of me.”

[IM SHUDDERING GUYS I WANT HIM TO BREAk-]

Anyways.

He just wants to see all the disobedience and brattiness leave your body before he finally fills your needy cunt with his warm cum😳

Yeosang:

Rigger!dom (lowkey a cocky shit too. I see him tying his sub up and teasing her like that)

“I don’t care. Ass up, face down.” The vibrator buzzes through your body as he forcefully presses it against your unexpectant clit.

Our precious dom Yeosang here loves to admire how much of a mess your body can make with barely lifting a finger over you.

It’s the opposite and he doesn’t even make contact with your skin.

You decided to act up and you also decided to test his limits by questioning his authority over you.

Granted he doesn’t use toys often but thats why it’s called a punishment.

You don’t get what you want.

Yeosang knows that what you really want is the rock hard dick throbbing inside of his pants.

He gets “mad” at the mess you make from cummming. “That’s all, baby? You can cum from this useless little toy?”

Yeosang lowers his face to level with yours as your high spirals. Making sure to flash you a contradicting smile. “Guess you don’t need my dick then.”

He ties you up, cuffs you, latches you-honestly you can pick— and make sure that you are completely unable to move.

Bitch. He’ll masterbate in front of you and force you to watch him please himself.

“You had your fill, Doll.”

With your arms above your head and legs spread for him to bask in the pool leaking out of your wetness, he’d bring himself closer and closer to the edge. Until finally coming over to you, getting between your legs...and releasing his cum all over your deprived body.

You’d whine and try to twist out of your restraints, feeling totally wronged.

Not to worry tho. Yeosang loves punishing you, just not as much as he loves fucking his cum into you.

“I think my bad little girl’s had enough.” Spreading his cum over your stomach.

“You deserve a good fuck.”

San:

EVIL!dom

He LOVES when you’re bad.

It gives him a reason to punish you and release the sadistic beast inside of him.

Degrading, dirty talk, overstimulation, spanking, face slapping, teasing....

I could go on but i wanna save the suspense for when you talk back to him-

He’ll chuckle. “So you think it’s funny?” San seems like the type to grab your hair to get your attention so he’d hold your hair in his hands as he forces you to look at him. “We’ll see how funny it is when my dick is fucking into your delinquent little mouth, princess.”

Contrasting stimulus

-and what i mean by that is:

He’ll be pounding into you ruthlessly while whispering so gently into you ear like “look how pretty my girl looks with my dick filling you up...aww baby, you look absolutely adorable...”

LIAHSIFUKGSIFLYAGf-I’m fine

Orders you do do things that are basically impossible. Fully aware that you’ll never be able to obey even if you wanted to.

“You better not cum all over my cock with your filthy little pussy.”

....obviously, you cum around his dick and he takes your face into his hands and slaps you for disobeying as he keeps rutting himself into you.

“Aww...” Watches your eyes tear up from the overstimulation. “My pretty toy can’t take what daddy gives her....”

He stops momentarily to shower your tear-stained face with kisses-

“Too bad my bad baby... “ His hips begin to rock into you with a vice. A devilish smile spreading across his face as he sees the mess he’s making of you. “ You’re giving me another one.”

UUUPMH

Mingi:

Cocky!dom

This tall punk loves knowing that he’s the one messing you up.

Add the size kink and there you go!

He’s talking all kinds of “damn babygirl, look how fucked out you are because of me.” Or “I am I too much to handle that you’re near tears?”

borderline degrading but with a tasteful amount of self praise that lowkey gets him more hot than you actually telling him that.

What a Leo.

AnYWAYS

When you’re being bad.... Mingi is not his name.

You call him one of two things.

“Master” and/or “Sir”

He does not answer you unless you call him either of those things.

“I think my pretty little fucktoy forgot how to address her superior....”

I have a feeling that there will be a lot of orgasm denial

He’ll draw you deliciously to the edge at LEAST 3 times before he’ll even consider letting you cum.

He won’t be satisfied until he thinks you’ve had enough.

Which is-trust me- probably too much for your body to handle but hey-

YOU DECIDED TO PISS HIM OFF SO WHOS FAULT IS THAT?

—but also... rag doll y/n??? Anyone??? No?? just me?👁👄👁ok—

-more over

He might have slight sadistic tendencies but it’s more for pleasure than it is for actually inflicting pain unto you.

He’s a little soft in that aspect because he would hate to think that he’s harming his lovely baby

Mingi basically wants you putty in his hands

Once you’ve finished playing the back and forth between who’s truly in charge, it’s basically a battle of who can make the other more of a mess.

I genuinely think that dom Mingi is the type to start out punishing you but by the time he’s lost in the pleasure of it all, he loses it and completely showers you orgasm after orgasm.

Talk about making a punishment into a fun-ishment.

Wooyoung:

Degrading!dom🥵 (evil dom pt2)

Oh my goodness help me- this is about to be spicy... he WRECKS me in ways that I truly want him to

He wants you to know that you’re a bad girl.

Acting up? “You dumb slut.” Grabs a fist full of your hair.

Talking back? “Say that again, my cute little whore.”

Turning him on during the most inappropriate time? “I can’t wait to get home and fuck you into submission.”

DELICIOUS DIRTY TALK i will say at the very least.

Not that Wooyoung is sadistic but he likes seeing you in sexual pain.

He’ll make fun of how much your body loves his fingers, dick, tongue—as you should.

“Fuck. Look at your pussy drooling from just one of my fingers, you dirty slut.”

Teases how you moan and stutter

“Huh, baby?” He leans in as he fucks into you. “What? “D-daddy-please I can-I cant” what? You can’t what, princess??” He practically laughs at you for being so delirious and fucked.

I feel like Ateez doms just love a good stream of tears rolling down their sub’s faces. Whether it be from overstimulation, pain, or pleasure. They just sadistic like that.

Soo that being said. “Cry for me baby. Come on babygirl, cry for me. Show daddy how fucking good he punishes you.”

Jongho:

Brattamer!dom

He’s definitely into power play.

The type of play where you test his limits and when you think you’re winning-bUt the game is sO rigged that you lose EVERY time.

STRONG boy.

Loves pinning you down to get your bratty ass still.

It excites him so much when you talk back to him.

Almost as if he expects you to be bad.

Get used to bending over.

He LOVES spanking you over his knees.

There’s something so visceral about his hand creating red marks on your pretty skin that makes his cock throb from how much you squirm and beg.

Not too much dirty talk is exchanged... rather... Master Jongho likes to act. He wants to SHOW you how bad you are.

From the marks on your ass to the hickies he leaves over your breasts.

POSSESSIVE. Even if you aren’t thinking of other guys, I have a feeling that he’d somehow punish you for even looking too good.

It’s the simple grope to your ass when no one is looking and the way his eyes pierce yours as if he’s a lion on the hunt, feasting his eyes on his helpless prey.

“Didn’t I tell you not to wear this out?”

You’re trained so well that for the rest of the night, you try to obey him.

YOu sEe... that’s not how things work when Jongho gets riled up.

As soon as the door closes and right when the lock clicks.

He’s forcing you to your knees and makes you apologize to him.

Either you listen or it’s your bare ass meeting his hand, belt, paddle, ruler...etc.....

Begging? That’s a HARD yes for jongho. It’s practically what fuels him into turning into more of a harddom.

The punishment is basically the ride up the top of the roller coaster. When he finally sticks it in?? GIRL expect to be sore for DAYS.

A/n: I hope you guys liked my first reaction!💕~ sorry if there are errors, I wrote this in a rush of excitement.

[secretbangtnn]

summary : Getting a letter from a very prestigious school was something that you could have never expect, and even more unexpected was that you didn’t need to pay a penny for it. Beautiful news that were too good to be true, but oh how stupid you were to not question such a perfect chance to get away from your shitty life.

notes:

Guys i would be more than happy for some feedback, its my first time writing in english and im more than nervous. Im not sure if what i wrote is good or even understandable. + i would be more than happy to start an ask game with this book

Chapter one

Living or in your case existing was always somehow calm. Everything you do had a plan and everyday had the same pattern, like a boring vase that stood in the same kitchen you actually were. Blue marble tiles awfully similar to tears that run down the woman's cheeks, making them a little bit more redder than before.

Not that they weren't that color before, always blushy and ready to be seen. And maybe that's why you had that sour taste in your mouth while watching them, knowing that your own were as beautifully red as hers.

"why?" a simple question sounding now like the last call for help. Voice groggy and nose runny making the sight before even more unbearable to look at. But why weren't you moved, why the tears didn't make you guality like they should. "you planned this?! You planned to leave me alone like a selfish bastard!"

Looking down didn't seem like the best option, knowing that it could just take the nerves in the room to a whole new level but you could not stop yourself. She was always one to guilt trip you into everything.

A little shout left the chapped mouth making you jump a little while lifting your head simultaneously. Sight before you seems to worsen and as you took a step back the woman took another two in the end catching your small wrist in her clawed hand.

Hissing and looking dead in her eyes made you somehow more conscious of the whole situation.

“I didn’t know.” and you really did not. Gritting your teeth so hard that it felt like some of them could fall out at any moment seems to stop you from doing sudden movements.

Breathe in and breathe out.

“Of course you think I am stupid! Just like your father, bringing me to insanity step by step. But that’s what you wanted from the beginning, am I right?”

“Stop being delusional mom” Oh how hard it was to say the name of that woman. Mother of child that she forgets most of the time, only to remember at the most shitty time. Today was exactly one of the examples of why your dream was just to wake up not seeing or better not having to think of that woman.

“Am i now? It’s you who wants me like this.” She laughed, throwing her head back in the motion. Elegant column of her neck now easy to see, showing purple and red marks similar to those from claws. “You thought I would not know, you thought you could just run away like a scared little child. Now tell me, how long were you planning this o-or maybe it was your father’s plan from the beginning.”

“I didn’t know about it, I didn’t even apply to any of the schools and you are the one that should know that.” toxicity leaked from your voice in big streams, but it was something that u could not stop at that moment. She was doing it again, acting crazy and psycho making everyone question why she wasnt getting hospital help yet.

“So you are saying that it’s my fault? You were supposed to care for me, for your ill mother, not that you are useful for anything else. How could you even think of disappearing, going to school so far away and leaving me to rot here myself like you were not meant to end like this too!”

Snatching your hand you looked at the woman once again, tears in eyes making you look fragile. Her own body looking weak, nearly dead limbs hanging from a malnourished body, showing the world wrack of a woman she was. Complexion ill looking, but what was not in her case, pale looking with green, purple and blue spots everywhere the skin was shown.

“Why are you being so shocked? Don’t tell me you thought you were going to leave someday.” Her laugh made you grit your teeth, jaw starting to hurt from the tension you were keeping. “Once again you showed how foolish you are, just like your father, just like that scumbag.”

“You are insane.”

“That we already know, so why don’t you come back to your room and start preparing for tomorrow. I want to eat a really nice breakfast next morning and maybe then after we can talk about what job you are going to have to make a living for us.”

And that was your sign to go, not looking back at the sick smirk on your mother mouth momocking your whole being. Step by step you saw the old stairs, in some place missing the color. Your room was nothing special, at least that what people said, for you it was some type of heaven. Peace that you could only catch while being there, laying on your old bed while looking at the dull ceiling.

Closing the door, you exchaled a heavy breath, sliding down on the flat surface of the door. Eyes closed like you have always done after an intense situation, today was not an exception to that.

Asking yourself what just happened, how and why. Unconsciously you looked at the letter beside you, laying so weirdly on the piece of not carpeted floor. The big fault in a little piece of paper. It was funny how this thing made such a bad influence on your life just by arriving on your doorstep.

The fact that the only person you could compare yourself to now is a story character of the name Harry was nearly not as funny as it sounded. However how u can explain getting a letter from a prestigious school you for sure did not apply or even looked up not even thinking about getting a scholarship to having a chance to think about it.

By any chance you were not stupid, but your ambitions flew away with another day in this shit hole you called home. Main reason being your own mother, which not only made it clear but for sure would kill you faster than let you leave.

You took the letter, keeping it in your hand like some unknown object you have never seen before. The texture itself is weird, making you shiver in some way. Big letter stood on the black piece of paper meaning only one thing.

Oh yes, that definitely was unsetting.

You remember clearly the first time you read the words that were put in this blank envelope. Big chance waiting for you, welcoming you with big arms and assuring you that you have nothing to be scared of.

And maybe those words were the one that brought you to that situation. It was not even three hours after the fight with your mother. Sun long down now moon shining on your pale face. Packing everything you tried to be quiet and quick hoping that your mother again ate too much of those big pills.

Big bag now laying down on your bed with a small letter beside it looking as innocent as before. You were not even seventeen making decisions that would cost you more then you can imagine. Living hell with possibility of going to another but in that moment nothing mattered like running away from old monsters.

Floor cracked under your feet even thought you were considered as a lightweight. How could you not be so malnourished when your mother forced you to teach yourself how to cook, never letting you eat before her. You tried to reason her moods or harsh behaviour to you but no matter how many times you tried it always ended in another reason why your life was just simply sad.

Running away was a good decision. You tried to say it so many times to actually believe in those empty words. The truth was that you were an innocent little child, not even a full adult that has never tasted a social life or had a friend.

“It will be alright.” Taste on your tongue after saying this a little sour with a heavy backpack danglin on your right arm. One step and then another, you touched the cold handle of your white doors. It was the first move to make and probably one of the hardest.

Bag on your arm is even more heavy making you realise what is happening. Silent breath flowed past your lips preparing you for your next step.

You pushed it closing it carefully while hoping that the oldish touch to the wood wont make an appearance in a loud noise. Silly smile now seen on your face with big relief in the back of your mind. The hardest part was just before you.

Your mothers room, not fully closed - like always, she needed to make sure nobody would come uninvited. It was just one of her weird characteristics that came with such a messed up mental health.

Small noise came out under your feet, not loud enough to wake up the woman next door but audible enough to be heard from closer.

Photos all around you telling you that you were getting near the main door. Little pictures with you inside faded from ears of hanging, making you stop for a while.

Smooth glass now under your fingers as you touch a specific photo. You and your mother being in the green garden of your grandmas. Happy vibe and pretty smiles now nearly unbelievable to witness on either of faces. It hurted or maybe it was just the adrenaline escaping from a sudden stop.

Oh how the sweet monet was quickly destroyed by the harsh noise from one of the rooms, and you exactly know which one. Loud thud rang out in the quietness of the house, making the silence even more noticable. Your breath escaped leaving you in a big ball of nerves and anxiety.

One...two...three

Silence like the one before big storms but maybe just this time it was not that. You couldn't withdraw now, you were too far and too close to the feeling of freeness. So you did the only thing that came to your mind.

Catching a sliding backpack, you turned to the door in front of you, knowing that just behind them is waiting something so much bigger than your old mother. How stupid for you to not rethink your decision, and believing your innocent mind that its just a good thing, better life that could only make you happier.

So you did it, you took the heavy steps that echoed in the narrow corridor. Light breeze touched your face, and just like the first time you gasped at the feeling. Door closing not that gently as you started running as fast as you could.

Silly smile now on your face with a bouncing bag on your shoulders keeping you on the hard ground. It was feeling similar to the first sight of the ocean or the first taste of sweet ice cream on a hot summery morning. You were in ecstasy choked by the overwhelming emotions.

And maybe because of that you were completely unaware of the danger that waited for you on that chilly night. How could you think about it when everything seemed so distracting almost as you were dreaming and in that moment you probably were closer to believing in this being a slumber.

So as you sat on the cold bench of one of the parks near your home, realization finally came silencing your beating heart. Colder weather now felt more real, as it bit your rosy cheeks. You shivered, keeping your backpack on your lap, trying to hide behind it from a chilly wind that seemed like it came from every side.

Being alone hit you like a truck and the little noises of the night didn't help your rising nerver. You started to lose your breath, feeling your tears sliding down your numb cheeks. It was terrifying now with the knowledge of your wellbeing and adrenaline wearing off with every second.

“Mom?” A silent plea that came out of your lips with shakiness that was more than noticeable. You didn't know why you said that, but the woman was probably the only person you knew. Such a sad truth that you needed to understand. You were alone now, and with that thought a more shameless sobs left your mouth with an occasional whimper.

You were sure you were going to end up dead. That you won't see the new sunset with how your body shivered. Not knowing how life worked or what is bad or good you were a little lamb that waited for hungry wolves to eat her whole.

And maybe one of those predators just saw his next meal. Long strides brought him just in front of you. Your sobs are too loud to make you hear his boots coming closer and closer. His breath just centimeters away from your head, brushing your hair like the not forgotten wind.

“Sweetheart?” It was a calming voice, not too deep but definitely belonging to a grown man. Your posture momentaly stiffened, as your closed eyes now looked at the big leather shoes before you. Your whole body is not moving, only shivering because of the chilly weather and light clothes. It was funny how suddenly you have forgotten about being alone, now wanting just this, wishing for all of this to be a big nightmare.

A deep sight left man's lips reminding you about the realness of the whole situation. You could not move, completely scared, your fingers clutched the bad praying for something to happen. The plan to just act like you were not there, ignoring the man fastly ended, when he sighted once again and crouched just to your eye level.

Deep brown eyes, looking at you with nothing but softness. If you didn’t know better you would say the man looked as if he knew you, cared and was in big relief finding you. But your mother's words echoed in your head, making you believe that every man walking on this planet is bad.

“What are you doing here sweetheart?” Once more this deep voice pierced you. Your mouth opens to answer, deeply knowing that nothing will come out. You just looked in his dark eyes, wishing that maybe he will be the one who can read minds. His eyes now on you, more concerned than before, observing your shivering body.

He was tall and broad for sure, towering over your figure surprisingly even while crouching down. His huge shoulders covered by a creamy coat which now was getting dirty by laying down on a pavement, as it partly hid his expensive looking boots.

Too distracted you didn't notice his hand coming to touch your red cheek, now gently stroking the redness of your skin.

“What a poor soul, so cold and left alone without a coat. Tell me sweetheart would you come and let me warm you a little?”

[zentalikestodraw]

@12-days-of-rexsoka

Day 3 | Force Bond / AU

Ahsoka broke the nib on her quill for the third time that day. Ink was everywhere. She resisted the urge to throw the inkpot at the wall, and managed mainly because ink was expensive and then she’d just have another thing to put on her supply and requisition list.

Running a country was expensive, as it turned out.

She had just dipped her fourth nib when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Relieved to have a respite from reconciling accounts (how did the army manage to go through so many cartons of nuna jerky?!) she put down her quill. A small being entered, and Ahsoka smiled.

“Ganodi.” She folded her hands in front of her, ready to listen to the youngling, whatever she might have to say. “What can I do for you?”

“The king requests your presence.”

Oh. She hadn’t been expecting that, although she couldn’t say it wasn’t welcome. Rex had been oddly distant these past few days, and she wanted to take the opportunity to confront this…whatever it was.

“Tell him I’ll be right there.”

After checking that there wasn’t any ink on her face, and putting on a fresh tunic, Ahsoka hurried to Rex’s quarters. The King. It had been months since he had been elected to take the throne, and bring their land from a time of war to a time of peace. Peacetime was relative, of course. Lately the Vizsla’s had been causing problems, as they were wont to do. Part of Ahsoka was worried that Rex would dispatch her to deal with them. Which she could do, of course, it’s just…she didn’t want to be away from him for so long.

She knocked, but didn’t bother waiting for an answer before she burst into his office. The first thing that caught her attention was the fact that the court painter had practically leaped three feet into the air, and the second thing was that Rex’s face was much redder than usual.

Oh. That was unexpected.

Ahsoka almost closed the door there and then, but decided to stay. She had been summoned, after all. For their part, the painter took their leave, and scurried past her, closing the door behind them on their way out.

“Ahsoka. Thank you for coming so quickly.”

“Of course, Rex.” I would do anything for you.

Awkward silence. Rex wasn’t quite looking her in the eyes, which hurt more than she really wanted to say. Fine, then. If he wouldn’t start, she would.

“Care to explain why you’ve been avoiding me lately?”

Guiltily, Rex looked at his hands. Ahsoka didn’t think it was possible, but he flushed an even deeper red. Then he took a deep breath and straightened up. Chin high, shoulders back. Rex, the leader. The warrior. The king.

“Yes, actually.”

Ahsoka raised her eyebrow. “I didn’t think it’d be that easy.”

She was rewarded with a slight smile. There he was. Her Rex.

“Ahsoka, I—” he broke off, before mumbling. “I shouldn’t even be doing this here.”

He was clearly in distress. Ahsoka reached across the table and touched his hand. Yes, she wanted answers, but she also wanted him to be comfortable. “Take your time. I’m here.”

“You always are.” She loved it when he smiled like that. She felt appreciated. Cared for. “That’s why I want you in the royal portrait.”

Ahsoka frowned. “I thought it was only for family.”

Rex sighed. “Well, that’s the thing. I tried telling the court painter that at this point, we are family, but they wouldn’t have it. ‘In writing, by blood, or nothing,’ they said. Which is why—” Rex lurched to his feet, or attempted to, at any rate. The worst breaks had healed, but he still needed a great deal of physical therapy and time before he could walk on his own again.

“Maker’s sake, Rex! Sit down! Let me call Kix.”

Rex resisted for a moment, then conceded to Ahsoka’s firm hand on his shoulder, forcing him back down.

“I feel like an idiot.”

“You’re not.”

Rex looked down at Ahsoka’s hand on his arm, then took it in his own. “Ahsoka.”

“Rex. Just tell me.”

He looked her solidly in the eyes then. His gaze was warm, and earnest, and ever so slightly afraid. “I want you to stand next to me in the portrait.”

Ahsoka started to say that wasn’t possible, but Rex cut her off. “Let me finish.”

“You’ve stood by me for years. As long as I’ve known you. In battle, in victory, in loss, in joy, in grief, you’ve been with me through it all. And I want you to continue to stand by me.” He squeezed her hand. “And I want to stand by you.”

Ahsoka stared at him. He couldn’t mean…could…? “Rex, what are you saying?”

“Ahsoka Tano, will you marry me?”

Ahsoka blinked. “Are you joking?”

Rex pulled his head back. He had imagined many responses (and was hoping for an enthusiastic ‘yes,’ especially after Echo had him nearly convinced that Ahsoka did, in fact, have more than just friendly feelings towards him), but not that. “No. Why would I be joking?”

“You want to marry me.”

“Yes.”

“Because I’m useful to you?”

Definitely not going the way he had planned.

“No! Ahsoka, I want to marry you because…you are brave, and kind, and beautiful. You make me want to be a better man. And I love you.”

There was a flurry of movement, and it took Rex half a second to realize that Ahsoka was kissing him. He’d dreamt about it, ever since he realized he was in love with her (and had been, for a long time) a couple of weeks ago. It was infinitely better than his dreams.

“Is that a yes?”

“Most people say ‘I love you’ before they ask someone to marry them. But. Yes.”

Running a country was difficult. But it was better with Ahsoka by his side.

A month later (a month which included a marriage, an insurrection, and countless hours of sitting in front of the court painter) Ahsoka and Rex found themselves looking at their portrait, hanging proudly in the hall.

“We look serious.”

“Pretty sure that’s the point. I think we look good.”

A further moment of reflection. A shared smile. Rex and Ahsoka walked out, hand in hand.

[traekenimagines]

Explosions: A Theo Raeken Imagine

Request from Anon: hiiii ,i wanted to request an imagine where y/n and theo are secretly hurting cause after everything that happened theo apologized to everyone but her cause he knows she loves him but he doesnt know what he is feeling and knows he hurt her the most (cause they used to be really close friends since kids but there were always feelings ),so she wont even acknowledge his presence ,and theo cant stand it but tries to play it cool until he cant take it anymore and explodes in front of the WHOLE pack

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

Y/N was trying her hardest to hide what she was feeling. It had been two weeks since Theo Raeken had apologised to the pack for what he had done.

She hadn’t been there then and no attempt had been made on his part to apologise to her.

She should have hated him, but she couldn’t. Not when she loved him, not when she still couldn’t bear the thought of life without him. Even though her heart was hurting, she thought the best thing to do was to ignore him, to try and forget about him.

It was difficult. Really difficult.

She could see him talking to Scott in the library, could hear them discussing the latest threat in Beacon Hills. She tried to focus on Liam and Mason studying opposite her, tried to greet Lydia and Malia with a smile on her face as they made their way over to Theo and Scott.

She tried and tried to ignore him, but it was really difficult.

He had been her friend for so long, and she had fallen hopelessly in love with him. She had thought he felt the same way about her, but if the past fortnight told her anything, he didn’t care.

But then why was he looking at her like that?

“Okay, I admit that mistakes were made.” Theo was fighting back yet another insult from Malia about his planning strategies when it came to facing the newest threat to Beacon Hills. There wasn’t really any emotion behind his words, not when he could see Y/N studying.

They had been friends for so long, and he had fallen in love with her this time round. He knew she was hurting, and knew that he should have apologised to her to, but he couldn’t find the right words. How did you explain to someone that you had intended to turn their life upside down, but it was okay, because you loved them?

Theo couldn’t do that to her, for risk of hurting her more.

But now she was ignoring him, pretending that he didn’t exist, and it was killing him. He said his words loudly, hoping she would hear them, hoping she would look up at him, hoping she would get the point. He was sorry, he really was.

He just needed to her to look at him, to talk to him.

But she still didn’t look up, and Theo was pretty sure he was about to blow. He had played it cool for the past two weeks, but he wasn’t sure he could do so for much longer.

“Okay, I admit that mistakes were made.”

Y/N heard him, heard the intention behind his words. He wanted to hear her, wanted her to notice him. She wanted to look up, wanted to feel those fireworks in her chest that exploded every time she looked at him, but she couldn’t, couldn’t give in now.

And then, she heard something else.

“Oh for God’s sake, Y/N. Just look at me!” She looked up at that, at the anger, at the exasperation of Theo’s tone as her pack stared at her. She wasn’t quite sure what to say as Theo stalked over to her with determination, as those fireworks went off loud in her chest. “I’m sorry, okay?”

Theo was in front of her now, and his tone had softened as he took her hand in his. Y/N stared at it, not entirely sure what to do next. She figured the best thing would be to let him continue, her heart beating fast.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything to you. I just, I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk hurting you again.” He wiped a hand over his face. “I love you, okay? There, I’ve said it. I love you.”

Oh, well, that was unexpected.

Theo regretted the words the moment they came out of his mouth. He regretted exploding like that in the middle of the library of all places, in front of all her friends. He knew they were staring at them, but all he could think about was the fact that Y/N hadn’t removed her hand from his and she was looking at him with an expression he couldn’t quite name.

He should have said something, should have tried to backtrack, but the words were stuck in his throat.

Not that it mattered when Y/N leaned over and kissed him.

That certainly took him by surprise, but it didn’t take him too long to fall into her, into the feeling of his lips on hers. The scene faded and for a moment, it was just the two of them, and Theo swore he could hear fireworks exploding in the sky.

She parted from him, and smiled. “I love you too.”

“Well, thank God for that. Otherwise this would have been incredibly awkward.”

Y/N surveyed the scene, the pupils and the pack still staring. “Oh, I think it already is.”

But Theo didn’t care. Everything had been fixed with Y/N and that was the only thing that was important.

Just like those fireworks, those minute explosions, everything was beautiful.

Masterlist

[vemuabhi]

I Ship Us - Oikawa Tooru

“Today might be the chance to grasp the chance to let your talent bloom. Maybe tomorrow, the day after, or next year… Maybe even when you’re thirty. I’m not sure if physique has anything to do with it, but if you think that it will never come, it probably never will.”

– Oikawa Tooru

Annyong Haseyo!! The summer event of @tooweirdforyou​ is open, Please join it if you can! This is my part for it. Damn this is my first time writing for Haikyuu and I am so happy to write for this event and also for Oikawa. I have a thing for jerks. and he is becoming one of my favourite jerks.

Pairing : Oikawa Tooru X Fem! Reader

Word count : 1.8K

Warnings : None, its all fluff

Summary : Oikawa never forgot you from your first meeting. After days, he meets you again in a beach. Will he be lucky enough to ask you out?

A/N : I head canon Oikawa as a mess when he is in front of his crush. so... I’m sorry if its too OOC. Please give this one shot a try!

I was listening to Butter by BTS and Trust me I love it!! Its released today and I am so smitten by it. Please give it a shot, you wont regret it.

“Iwa chan, I told you we could win todays match”, Oikawa wiped the sweat off his neck with the white towel in his hands.

Today Aoba Johsai had a practice match with Fukuoka Gakuen and Oikawa lead the team to the victory. The sky turned into the beautiful orange colour and the team decided to go home for the day.

Oikawa ran towards Iwazumi and placed his arm around his shoulders. “So let me continue the story from before Iwa chan, that fan was so into me and wanted to date me and I-”

“Um, excuse me”, A voice made Oikawa to stop his story for which Iwazumi was greatful. They turned around and saw you. Your eyes lit up seeing them so close. Especially that adorable player that you always admired for a long while. The captain realised you were a fangirl instantly as he saw the stars in your eyes.

Oikawa stepped towards you and said, “Ah, I’m sorry but, I am tired and can’t give you my sign right now”

“Actually, I didn’t come here to get your sign but, Iwazumi Hajime san’s”, you replied and Oikawa froze in his place while Iwazumi’s eyes widened. It was the first time where a person came towards him to take his sign and the first one who straight up said it to Oikawa, who always teased Iwa having no fans.

You went towards Iwazumi and took his sign, while all this time, Oikawa stayed like a stone. You smiled widely looking at the sign and after thanking him, you left. Iwazumi looked at Oikawa who was still staring at your back as you walked away. That was the first time, Oikawa felt his heart skip a beat for something outside Volleyball.

“Oye! DumbassKawa!! What happened?”, he said shaking him rigorously. The setter turned to his friend and saw the proud smile on his face.

“So, now you can’t say I don’t have any fans ShittyKawa”, he said and then saw that his captain’s cheeks turned red like a tomato. “Iwa chan, I don’t know why but, my heart is beating like crazy fast”, he confessed. Iwazumi understood what happened immediately and chuckled, making his captain even more confused.

“Wha… What happened Iwa chan? Why are you laughing?”, he asked without any clue. Iwazumi turned to him and said, “Looks like someone got a crush”. Then it hit Oikawa like a ton of bricks. He was definitely in many, like many relationships and just got dumped that morning. But it didn’t affect him in any way. ‘So… this is how a having a crush feels like’, he thought.

“And… don’t even make me mention those red cheeks of yours DumbKawa”, Oikawa’s thoughts were broken as Iwazumi stated and walked away from him.

“Ah!! Iwa chan! Wait for me”, the setter ran behind his best friend to catch up with him. But he wondered how to even see you again? Would you even appear before him? He didn’t even knew your name nor your high school name. He sighed and walked towards his house after he and Iwazumi took separate paths.

Even after many days, Oikawa didn’t forget about you but he didn’t let this bother his concentration towards the game. As they won another match, the volleyball team decided to go to beach to celebrate their win.

The gang went to the beach after dropping their bags in the hotel. They were so hyped up when they saw the beach before them. They all got chaotic and played in the water. As some of them played with a beach ball.

That night after having a great meal, everyone slept peacefully except for one. Oikawa couldn’t sleep, so he left the place and started to walk in the beach aimlessly. The beauty of the beach increased much more at night. It was calmer and peaceful, which lacked in Oikawa’s life as he was always surrounded by cheers and claps.

As he walked he caught a glimpse of a person eating Popsicle. A lady, when he observed carefully. It could be because of his footsteps that made him to have eye contact with yours. His eyes widened at your sight, his heart started to beat faster and his cheeks turned red. This was so unexpected and he didn’t even imagine running into you here. He almost searched every high school he went for matches. Hoping you’d be in any and would come to meet Iwazumi again.

You recognised him and muttered, “Aoba Johsai Oikawa?!”, the moment he heard his name coming from your lips, he had to take even deeper breaths to maintain posture and not faint because you were here for real.

“You okay?”, you enquired as you moved closer to him as he seemed like in pain to you. He nodded his head and gave you a small smile. ‘TALK TO HER!!!!’, his head was exploding but, for the first time in life, Oikawa couldn’t talk.

“Great then. Need company captain?”, you asked and placed the Popsicle near your lips and stared at the sea.

He took the chance and stood beside you. ‘AHHH!!! She called me Captain! That’s so adorable! What should I talk? How should I talk’, his mind and heart were playing games with him till you initiated a conversation.

“Do you wanna have this?”, you asked as you offered him another popsicle which you had in your bag. He stayed still and didn’t answer making it awkward. Actually he was a mess, he didn’t even believe his eyes. You, his first and the biggest crush was now offering him a Popsicle.

“So… you don’t want?”, you raised an eyebrow at him as you started to pull your hand away but he stopped you.

“Wait!! I’ll take it!” he exclaimed as he looked into your eyes. You chuckled and handed him the Popsicle. He couldn’t even think properly now. ‘Ah great! I messed up’, he thought as he looked the sand underneath him.

“Its beautiful isn’t it”, you said and his eyes landed on you. He followed your gaze to the sea and smiled softly.

“Its peaceful and calming, that’s why I like the ocean so much. At night its beauty even increases”, you said making his smile even wider, because he thought the same.

“Especially the stars make it even prettier”, at last he said a proper sentence without messing up making you turn towards him. “That’s what I thought too”, you smiled at him not knowing, how much of an effect you had on him.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Ah! My… My team won a match and we thought of celebrating so we came here. We will leave after a couple of days though… what are you doing here? Isn’t it dangerous this late at night”, he enquired wanting to know the answer. But internally he was grateful to meet you here.

“My friend’s brother had a beach wedding yesterday and she invited me too. I’ll leave tomorrow though. So I thought to look at the beach one more time before I left”, you answered and continued, “Maybe I really should go back now”, you said looking back at the hotel and he didn’t fail to notice it too.

“Let… let me drop you”, he said and walked with you towards the hotel. Still eating the Popsicle. “You people are really amazing players Oikawa san”, you said taking your last bite of the ice pop.

He heard this compliment from many people, but yours made a difference to him. He was on cloud nine when you said that.

“Thanks. May... I ask for your name”, he desperately needed to know about you.

“I’m Y/N L/N”, you replied making him light up.

“So, L/N san, Can I ask you what place you study at?”, he wanted to get as many answers as possible. Because he was scared. Scared that you may not appear again.

“Ah, its Fukuoka Gakuen, the place where we first met. Maybe you don’t remem-”

“I Remember!!! So, that was your high school”, he cursed himself for not guessing it, or even asking advice from Iwa chan.

“Woah! I’m surprised that you do”, you said as you gave him acknowledged look making him blush and smile at the same time as he ate the last bite of his ice pop.

“Ah, So… We are here”, you said as you stopped at the entrance of the hotel and but he got dejected at how soon you guys reached the place and how he had to let you go now.

“Thanks for accompanying me Oikawa san”, you said and walked towards the hotel. But suddenly you felt a strong grip on your wrist making you stop and look back. Oikawa was looking down but was trying to say something. His grip was strong but wasn’t harsh or hurting.

“Y/N san, do you think, if I come to your school, will you meet me?”, he didn’t look at you as he asked that.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard it but, you had to reply, “Why does the Mr. Popular want to even meet me?”, you asked only for him to get closer to you. You knew he was taller than you, but… with him this close, you couldn’t avoid noticing that. You realised how the articles about him were all true on how handsome and well-built he was.

Oikawa looked deep into your eyes and replied, “I never once forgot about you from the day we met. Trust me, I wanna take you out. I’m worried if I even will get another chance, so please tell me”, it seemed more like pleading in the end.

You gulped and nodded, “I’ll meet you, if you come to my school”, and failing to hide your blush you covered your face with your other hand. He lit up and thanked you. After he let your hand go, he tricked you to give your number to him by using puppy eyes at you. Damn it was impossible for you to say no to him at that point.

He waited for you to get into the hotel before walking towards his hotel. He felt warmth in his heart as he looked at your number in his phone. And you also felt your heart beat becoming faster as you thought about him.

The next day you did get a text from him telling you to save his number too. And from then you messaged each other. And after 4 days he even came to your school to meet you. Damn you got stares from many people but neither you nor he cared, because it was turning into something just as the beautiful as the sea view you saw together.

You both walked side by side with each other as he sneakily slid his hand into yours and linked fingers together. When you gave him a questioning gaze, he just smiled brightly and walked ahead. “I ship us”, he murmured making you blush even more. It was definitely turning into something beautiful.

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[tooweirdforyou]

Hi-yo💙 hope your having a great day/night i was wondering if i could request Zoro with a female reader confessed to him but he says no cause he want to focus on finishing his dream first.

You could end it how you want to i wont mind

Zoro Rejecting A Confession For His Dream

A/N : ;-; my heart hurts. Too angsty for me, especially it being Zoro too? God. 💚😖 thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy.

note : I fucking loved this when I finished.

Summary : Zoro receives a confession. He rejects it to pursue his dream. However..

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“I’m sorry, but I can’t return your feelings.”

You feel yourself forcing a weak smile onto your face as you nodded once at him, already understanding his rejection towards you.

You had just finished your confession to him, standing in front of him on the hill with the cherry blossom tree in center, it’s petals falling down on the both of you.

“That’s what I expected..” You mumble before seeing his brow raised and him about to speak. You quickly waved your hands to dismiss it.

“I-I mean, I just understand is all, I can’t force you to reciprocate my feelings or anything, you have your own choice!” You restated, offering a better smile to the swordsman.

Skeptical, Zoro just sighs softly and brought a hand to his hip, gliding over the hilt of his swords as he did so.

“I’m sorry, [Name]. I made a promise that I’ll be the world’s greatest swordsman, and I can’t have anything hold me back.” He firmly states, hands at his sides as he stares at you, waiting for your reaction.

You only smile softer and nod at him, which surprised him a bit. He didn’t think you would understand nor take his rejection so well.

“Of course. You have a dream and I don’t want to be in the way of that. If that’s what you wish, then I’ll support you from the sidelines.” You genuinely spoke, placing a hand on your chest as you smile warmly at him.

You couldn’t do anything but smile at him with closed eyes, ignoring the aching in your heart as your heart strings tightened inside.

Clutching your shirt a bit, you hoped to ease the pain that was building up as you tried to keep the smile on and prevent the tears from falling. You weren’t going to show weakness now, not in front of Zoro especially.

Zoro’s expression softens when he sees your forced smile, your eyes hiding the small, pained and hurtful look in them and small tears that were forming.

He already had an idea of your feelings, yet he never said a word. Only continuing to be close with you and enjoying time with you up until your confession to him just now.

He feels regret building up in him, aching his chest at the sight of you trying to stay strong for him. It made him sad and hurt but he couldn’t give up his dream now. Not when he was nearing the end of his goal. Even if he still had much to learn.

Looking down a bit, he bit his lip and exhales quietly.

“Thank you.. and.. I’m sorry.” He repeats gently, looking away and brought a hand up to his neck, rubbing it a bit. He wasn’t sure what to say anymore.

Honestly, if he wasn’t so focused on his dream, he most likely would have accepted your confession. He noticed he had some small feelings bubbling up inside him too, but he always suppressed it down.

He felt weird around you and knew it was feelings but if he let his emotions get the best of him, he would never get the title of world’s greatest swordsman.

“It’s okay, really, Zoro. Don’t apologize for having a dream. Don’t apologize for having a goal in life. You’re doing everything to achieve it, and I love you for that.”

Glancing to you, he saw the small tear drop falling down your cheek as you quickly wiped it away and continued to have a smile on your face.

His eyes widens slightly as he ignored his gut punching him inside, telling him to ignore his dream and take you into his arms right now.

“Though.. Can I ask you one favor?”

Zoro brings his hand down from his neck and furrows his brows slightly. “What is it?”

You smile softly and shake your head to shake off your nerves and look straight at Zoro.

“Can I kiss you?”

Zoro widens his eyes, taken back by your question. “H-Hah?” You shyly chuckle and rub the back of your neck.

“Can I kiss you once? Then we can forget about everything. I know.. it’s a weird request but, before I have to force myself to move on away from my feelings towards you, I.. I want to feel your lips on mine just once, if that’s okay?”

Zoro felt his cheeks warming a bit, unexpected of your question as he just exhales and scratches the back of his head. “..Fine, if that’s what it’s going to take..”

You smile in relief and bowed your head. “Thank you, it’ll be quick and simple.”

With that, you step closer to him and hesitantly reach your hands up to cup his cheeks.

Zoro stares with his usual expression as he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close, it feeling comfortable and warm to be in such a position.

You stare into his eyes and ask softly. “..are you sure it’s okay?” You wanted his full permission before you did so.

Zoro rolls his eyes and then closed them, bringing a hand to cup your cheek and pulled your face towards his, and immediately locked lips together.

You instantly melted into the kiss, shutting your eyes as you kissed him back softly, counting in your head for one second, before trying to pull away.

But you couldn’t.

Zoro was holding you close, pulling your head and keeping you there, as he tilts his own and deepens the kiss.

It just felt so right.. as if you two had kissed a thousand times before.

Zoro opens his eyes to look at you as he kissed you, staring at your face relaxing in his touch and felt as the kiss became more passionate.

The petals of the cherry blossoms were landing around you two as you kissed.

Finally, after what felt like hours but was nearly a minute, Zoro let go of you and allowed you to pull away.

“Z-Zoro, I-“

“Shut up.”

In a split second, Zoro grabbed your wrists and pulled it towards him, staring down at you with his eye. He was dead serious right now.

“Wait for me.”

You furrow your brows in confusion. “What?-“

“Wait until I become the world’s greatest swordsman. It won’t be long. Until then, wait for me and I’ll be yours. You hear me?”

You could feel your heartbeat starting to pick up at his words, mixed emotions running through you. “W-Wait?! So you mean-“

“Yes. I accept your feelings. I love you. But I’m not going to be yours until I achieve my goal. Until then, you better stay single until it’s time for you to be mine.”

Seeing how serious he was, Zoro’s lips formed a smirk as he stares at you. “Got it?”

Speechless, you could only just nod slowly, mouth gaped at him. “O-Okay..”

“Good. I’ll be waiting for the day those lips meet mine once more.”

And the cherry blossom petals swayed as they fell gracefully, on both of your heads and dropped down to the ground around you.

The start of a blossoming relationship.

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A/N : AAAAAAAHHHHH I LOVE THIS A LOT ACTUALLYYY!! 💚😍🥰 I hope you did too!! :D

Y’all really thought I was going to make it end angsty? You got me messed up-