#hoping to get to other asks faster aaaa

[grozva]

depending on your music tastes, this oc question might be hard (or incredibly easy lmao).

is there a score or instrumental piece of music you associate with your oc(s)? if so, why? what about the music makes you think of them or feels like them? if you don't know enough scores/instrumentals to feel confident answering, then maybe a song where the lyrics may not match your oc/their story, but the energy, sound or vibes of the song does.

and if you earnestly don't have answers for the previous requests, throw any oc-relevant song at me. slap me with it like a mackerel.

AAAAAAAA HELLO <:0 thank you for the ask omg >:3cc there was gonna be much more cause i am. so very enthusiastic about music. but i ended up cutting a few characters out because the post would be 1) too long 2) take even longer to deliver. the hard part was not the music, but to explain my choices jksjlsds. cant believe that this turned out to be not so much about the characters themselves but about the places they're associated with. i dont know if i can properly articulate about what's in the music that makes me think of them so instead i said what the music makes me think of, if that works oTL

ENRI tmnt 2003, 2012

i chose her tracks to match the energy of her dreamwalking adventure. when she enters dreams as a silent explorer. never having had a dream of her own, she's gliding through dreams to see what goes on in other people's heads, guarding the peace of their mind when it's needed.

BUBBLE-outtake7, night lights, Debris, The Other Side of the Door, Nanachi in the Dark, Abyss of the Sea; some dreams are pure and affectionate, some are disturbing, dark and twisted or impossibly confusing and some have so much going on that its hard to keep track of them. she knows she doesn't belong here, but still enjoys observing and studying what she sees. she conceals her presence and keeps her intrusion into dream itself minimal but she isn't always successful, so occasional action is inevitable. sometimes she encounters nightmares, obviously. and more aggressive…? creepy? if that's the right word-- tracks, the ones that feel like there's something going on, are here to reference exactly that.

if that's any help at all, i associate her with alice in the wonderland and hollow knight in the hallownest (mainly dream nail related elements).

MEDUSA tmnt 2003

the scores i picked for her are meant to reflect the feeling/mood/energy of her lair. not an entirely creepy stone statue garden or snake nest one could expect from a medusa inspired character, but a part of that vibe is present. it's located not too far from underground city that we see in episodes 13-15 of season 1 (and then some more in season 2 and 3) so expect crystals and bioluminescence. while there's an eerie and tense feeling to it, it can feel cozy and tranquil as well, if you're a friend of hers.

Lady of Gorgon, Kyne's Peace, JUROIMOH MUTATION, Crystal Peak, The First Layer, Path of Desolation;

to clarify, she's not supposed to be outright hostile, it's just that she will respond exactly with the attitude you give her. she is rarely genuinely interested in other people and avoids anyone who lurks nearby. especially those who venture deeper into that part of the caves where she resides, so usually such visitors get scared away if they stay for too long. they are in her territory, and she wants to make sure they realize it. you can't see her but she always knows when you're there.

[miguelhugger2099]

Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry

[nian-7]

hii!! Sorry if I’m bothering or smthn, but!- can I request some Engine x fem reader headcanons???

How was their first interaction like after they met for the first time in the Janitors Headquarters? What was Engine’s first impression of fem reader? How and why the interest began? AAAA I’m sorry but now I’m respectfully obsessed with Engine

I hope you can do it and thank you so much beforehand <3

hello! i don't mind at all, please enjoy.

Engine x fem!reader

✧first impressions

✧fluff, no pronouns used, i really need to catch up with reading this..

-Likely didn't take much note of you when you first joined. You were a new recruit and he, of course, greeted you when you came by to meet some of the other Janitors. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.

-You'd occasionally see each other and he'd greet you, sometimes asking how it's going and how you're getting on being a Janitor now. He's pretty chill with you even when he's looked up to by many.

-Engine likely doesn't ask you to hang out or anything like that. It's up to you to approach him with the question and he'll likely agree to a hang out as long as there's nothing that needs to be done.

-It's hard to tell if Engine has any sort of interest in you at first. You can't read him too easily but there will be subtle things that show his interest.

-1. You'd start seeing him a lot more often around base. It's honestly weird when you see him more than 3 times in a day and it's his excuse to just see you. It's his way of being interested in you.

-2. He actually seems like he takes you seriously when you talk to him. There's actually eye contact and he listens to you. Sometimes he seems to not take others seriously when they talk to him and he laughs it off but he does listen to you and what you have to say.

-His interest likely started once you both hung out more. It'd be a very slow burn relationship to start. It's very easy to become his friend but, for him to develop interest is a different story. It takes much longer and once he's learned a lot more about you.

-Similar interests help move that process along faster. He enjoys it if you both have a similar interest to talk about to each other because it sparks up an easy conversation when neither of you have anything to say.

-I'll give a vague description of what Engine would look for in a partner as well.

-1. Someone who's passionate about whatever their hobby or interest might be. Bonus if he's also interested in that same hobby or interest.

-2. Someone who's dedicated. Doesn't matter what it is but, something about strong dedication makes something inside him feel fuzzy.

-3. He doesn't even so much as blink at body types. He would prefer a partner who is shorter because he'd like to tease or poke fun at them. He doesn't care what body type you have, as long as he likes you for who you are and your cute face then it works for him!

-4. Engine likes someone who'd be able to tease back or at least take the teasing he'd dish out to you. He'd enjoy being able to fluster you but, he'd also find it fun to go back and forth with the teasing.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[moonlightsmasquerade]

(not canon to mim swap, I just got the idea after seeing one other ask)

Taken in the night like Helena

He woke up to a loud crashing somewhere outside his bedroom. Something around his apartment could have fallen over, or the upstairs neighbors, that for some reason were still awake at such ungodly hour, had dropped something.

Aaron couldn't tell and couldn't bring himself to care either. It was a quarter past three in the goddamn morning, and he had an especially early shift that day, since Dallas was putting a large chunk of the products on sale and had asked Aaron to make up another two hours of work, just in case the store got filled with customers as his boss half-jokingly imagined.

Dallas had always been more of a jokester, but business was business, and Aaron had known his boss for long enough to know when he was being actually serious or not, so as much as it bothered him, he'd put up with the extra two hours for his boss's sake.

It was raining today, and the rain had always helped Aaron fall asleep more relaxed, so he decided to chalk the strange noise up to something upstairs falling from a shelf or so.

He covered himself with his blankets again and closed his eyes, hoping to get back to the quiet world of the unconscious.

It only took a few minutes for his body to completely relax, and he could feel his mind slowly slipping away.

The rain was still falling down softly when the crashing noise was heard once more, but this time, from somewhere on the side his bed faced. It was impossible to see anything, but Aaron could feel without a drop of doubt that something dangerous was in there hiding.

As quickly as he could while still being fatigued from a disturbed sleep, he reached for his bedside table's drawer, and grabbed the letter opener he never really used but kept anyways for emergencies.

This was an emergency.

He approached cautiously, as cautiously as whatever was in the darkness would let him, and he was trying to maintain a brave face when something changed. Shifted. Whatever had been in there had moved.

Aaron couldn't say if that was good news or bad news, so he gripped the letter opener so tightly his hands turned pale, and turned around slowly, not wanting to do a much too abrupt movement and accidentally cut himself.

It was mocking him, because it kept shifting, and he couldn't exactly tell was "shifting" even was, but all he knew was that it, whatever it was, kept moving around faster than an insect, until Aaron had made a full circle and ended up staring back at the wall the thing had been to begin with.

'Just let it get bored and go away. I'm tired of monsters' Aaron thought, half-exhausted half-annoyed.

Leaving the fatigued young man alone wasn't what the shadow man did when he manifested right behind the other, holding out both hands far too fast for a normal person to even see, one covering the human boy's mouth and the other grabbing his wrist, and perhaps his wrist didn't break, but the boogeyman gripped so tightly and so fast that it might as well have, for Aaron dropped it in a second after having been holding it firmly for quite some time.

There was no moment to look back at the attacker, no moment to properly breathe and process the situation, only one for the letter opener to make a small sound when it hit the floor, and in the next one both Aaron and the shadow man were gone, leaving a bedside table opened and a messy bed behind.

Ellen woke up from her dreamless sleep for seemingly no reason, not a normal one at least. She felt an uncanny feeling that something really bad had happened, even if she couldn't place her finger on just what exactly that 'something' was, but she somehow knew she had to intervene or it could go downhill even faster.

She hoped it didn't have to do with Aaron. He had been complaining of so many nightmares lately.

-Ace Anon

OOOOOOOOOOOO

Aaaa this is so good, oh my goshhh

[syn4k]

It took me an embarrassing amount of time to realize you guys wrote one of my favorite fics on ao3

Like I didn’t make the connection between the names on the different platforms then was like “ashes au haha like that one story?” Then realized it WAS that story and that you wrote it

I wanted to let you guys know that ashes au is The Best and every chapter rips my heart apart and stitches it back together halfway (in a good way)

I love how Gem and Fwhip are Trying to get along and sometimes it’s fine and sometimes it’s tenser than rubber band about to snap and oh god it makes me think of my own siblings. And Pixl!!! He is the densest and saddest character. The day he comes to terms with the fact people will want him around is the day the world will spring back to life haha.

I cannot wait to see where the story goes next and whenever I check my bookmarks for updates I always look to ashes au first

-Starry

anon, please know that the intial response up here when we saw this went like this:

lance [clicking the askbox expecting another ask game ask]: oh shit, ray look at this ray (the main person up here who has actually physically written the vast majority of Ashes): what? lance: look at this ask ray, walking up to the front screen: yeah? oh what the fuck? oh wow. holy shit. hold on WHOA.

and then we proceeded to keysmash about it on Discord. based on our very normal reaction, one can clearly judge that we get asks of this moniker a lot and are used to it (joking)

seriously though, this ask has made our evening and probably our entire weekend due to several reasons- hold on let me make an itemized list real quick hi its ray i stole the fingers i am going insane over this. Hello. Hey.

do not worry anon i would have done the exact same thing if this wasn't our fic that we were writing. it has happened to us before on multiple occasions as well you are not alone

AAAAAAAA???? AAAAAAA?? AAAAA? AAAA! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! AGH!

if you or a loved one have experienced physical or emotional pain while reading this fic, you may be entitled to financial compensation

yeah uh. Yeah theyre siblings alright! some days they are getting along just fine and some days they are literally ready to dropkick each other into a tree

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[merakiui]

Imagine aether is visibly stressed out and tired from everything that's being going on from mondstadt to inazuma. You see this and asks him if he's alright. He knows how nice you are. You've sympathized with everything he's gone through and he knows you trust him. So he suggested an idea of how you could help him "destress". You're immediately offput by what he wants and deny, not wanting to ruin your friendship with him, and just being generally against loosing your virginity like this. He persist in a different way, by manipulating you. You know all about how upset he is over his sister and how no one wants to help him :( you aren't like those other people are you? You aren't gonna leave him with empty promises right? Not wanting to break his poor heart you considered.

Ending 1: Aether successfully manipulates you and you agree to help him. Through the "destressing" process he just chants how nice you are and how he's so glad you guys are friends. You think you're doing the right thing but as soon as aether speeds up and his words turn more into gibberish, worry overthrows you as you tell him to slow down. He can hear you, yet he doesn't listen. You agreed to this didn't you? Why stop now? But in the midst of his unclear words he mentions how close he is. This is when you start to panic. You attempt to do anything to get him off, Pushing him away, screaming, crying, telling him to stop, telling him you don't wanna do the anymore. but he refuses to listen. He won't let you ruin this for him. He needs this. You wanna help him don't you? He just ends up covering your mouth if you get too loud anyways. But reaches his peak and you're deeply upset over this, but it's not like you can scream at him about it now. You're too tired and your voice is just filled with barely audible sobs.

Ending 2: You deny Aether's suggestion due to the same reasons. Not wanting to ruin anything and just not wanting to have your first time like this. You quickly became fearful as his eyes narrowed at your excuses. You apologized hoping and you were about to walk away but he grabbed your wrist keeping you in place. This is when you knew something was wrong. This wasn't like him. You don't wanna be here anymore. You're scared. You tried hiding the fear in your voice but it was obvious, as you stuttered at him to let go, talking about how his grip was hurting you. He spoke up again. You're really hurting his feelings :( don't you see how he needs this? Needs you? Why would you deprive him of this. You firmly stated for him to let go and that you didn't wanna go through with this. He didn't take it well as he pushed you against a surface. At this sudden movement you grew into a panicked state and started raising your voice and stating how this wasn't like him and how he needs to stop. He wasn't going to listen to you no matter how loudly you repeated the same words. Tearing off whatever you had to cover yourself and forcing himself inside. This is the point where you started to sob. This wasn't your friend anymore. You don't even know who this was. Aether wouldn't hurt you like this. Aether wouldn't force himself on you. Aether wouldn't use his struggles to make you do this. But that's exactly what he was doing. All you heard was slapping and consistent chants of how much he loved you and how good you felt and even worst, how he never was going to let you go after this. You were loosing yourself in your own panicked thoughts until the slapping got faster as he buried his head into your neck. You knew what was gonna happen as you sobbed for him to stop as if he would listen or even consider. But he didn't.

(anyways mind empty only snapping aether noncon <3 )

Aaaa yes yes!!! It feels like it’s a matter of time before he snaps… He’s been through so much, so of course he needs to de-stress every now and then. Good thing he has his dear friend to rely on. <3

[dracowars]

Really love your draco ficsss 🤗🤗🤗 i was wondering if you can make one before the war where draco obliviated reader then looks for her after the war aaaa would love to see your take on ittt tag me

remember me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,8k

summary: where draco obliviates y/n

a/n: while doing research for this one i didn’t even know that when you use obliviate, you can’t reverse it anymore if you’ve used the wand for another spell :o i guess you always learn something new lmao @belladaises i hope you like it! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Footsteps and screams echo through the dark corridors of Hogwarts as Draco finds himself in one of the hallways after apparating there mere seconds ago. Getting to the right place at the right time, he immediately gets hold of some of the Slytherins, including his friends, whom he pulls with him, informing them about his – or rather Lord Voldemort’s – plan. Draco knows what he has to do, but he also knows the consequences his actions will have.

His hands are shaking, and he is having a difficult time to breathe after they walked from one side of the castle to the other, wands drawn and always at the ready in case there are any emergencies or incidents on their way. What Draco did not expect, however, is that he will find you along his way.

With a pained expression on your face, you lean against one of the cold brick walls, about to lose your footing and to fall to the ground when Draco is already at your side and catches you in his arms before you can hit the hard floor. Previously, he quickly ordered Blaise and Goyle to move on without him and wait for him until he is done here. Carefully, Draco sinks to the ground with you and places you close to him in order to be able to take a closer look at you.

“Y/N! Y/N, what happened?”, he asks you with concern in his voice and already reproaches himself internally for not being here to fight by your side. But he knows that he can’t. After all, you are on the opposite sides in this terrible war.

Slowly, you raise your head and do not seem to recognize him at first, until your vision clears, and you look directly into his worried face. You immediately push yourself closer to him, his closeness bringing you some calmness and making you feel protected and safe, although walls are blown up around you while wizards and witches give their lives in the bitter fight for Hogwarts.

“D-Draco? You are here”, you breath out, your voice rough and strained from your previous screams. You had split up into groups to face the Death Eaters, but you were separated from them when a part of the ceiling fell down, several pieces burying you beneath them. The hope that is now reflected in your eyes upon seeing him, here and with you, breaks Draco’s heart. You really think he is on your side.

It is only when you groan in pain that Draco realizes that you are clutching your leg, which is covered in blood.

“Come on, I will get you out of here”, he whispers to you and helps you straighten up, the guilt plaguing him. You are badly injured, and he was not here to prevent you from getting hurt. Carefully, he puts your arm around his shoulder so you can move faster together than if he would carry you. Since it is not anything than safe here right now, Draco hurries to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“It is not as bad as it looks. I promise”, you try to calm him down, but once your foot touches the ground you twitch in insufferable pain and pull your foot back with a hiss, your hand immediately going to your tigh where it hurts the most.

“What happened?”

“I was careless and then a part of the ceiling buried me beneath it.”

The shock on Draco’s face is enormous when he realizes what could have happened, how it could have ended with you laying under masses of bricks with no one knowing. That he could and still can lose you in this bitter war for life and death. Briefly, he carefully inspects your leg – broken – and without any hesitation, he picks you up in his arms and carries you to a safer place. The safest place would probably be where all students, who do not fight, are hiding, but if Draco asked you about it, he would have to pass this very important piece of information on. And thus, he would also leave you to a terrible fate.

“You are safe here. For the time being”, he finally says as he places you at the end of a staircase that no longer leads to where it originally should, and kneels down in front of you, stroking his hand over your cheek lovingly. Shaking, you place your own on top of his and press his palm to your skin to feel its warmth.

“Draco, if we make it to the seventh floor then-“

“Do not tell me. Please”, he almost begs you. His pleading leaves you puzzled and slowly but surely makes you doubt why he is actually here. Gently, Draco takes your hand in his and places a delicate kiss on your knuckles. You sadly watch him until you bring up the courage to ask this one question that burns on your tongue.

“Why are you here, Draco?”

The realization hits you like a train, much more painful than the pain in your leg, when he just looks at you with glassy eyes and fails to give you an answer. Tears well up in your eyes when you notice that you no longer have your loving boyfriend in front of you, but your enemy.

“Why, Draco?”, you ask him desperately, the first tear already finding its way down your cheek, but Draco does not have the heart to look into your eyes, too scared to see the pain and disappointment in them. Sighing, he shakes his head, letting it sink.

“Everything will be fine, I promise”, he manages to say while his heart contracts in pain. Suddenly, he perceives voices that are still far away, but he hears them coming closer. With trembling hands, he reaches for your wand, which is sticking out of your boot as he has made his final decision. Confused, you look back and forth between him and the wand in his hand.

“What are you going to do? D-Draco? You do not have to do this”, you stutter out as he looks directly at you with his gray eyes which seem much darker now. Gray eyes that once shone with so much affection and now only radiate a tremendous coldness that makes you shudder.

“Now listen carefully to what I say, Y/N. You have to promise me that you will not use your wand anymore”, Draco explains to you, but you can only look at him speechlessly while tears run down your cheeks in waterfalls, not knowing what he will do next.

“I am so sorry”, is the last thing he says to you before casting a spell. “Obliviate.”

With these words, Draco pulls any memories you have of him out of your mind. Every shared laughter, every shared grief, he frees you from all of it. He frees you from the burden of ever knowing him.

With one quick movement he puts your wand back in its original place and quickly stands up, watching how your face loses all emotion as you abruptly stop crying over nothing. Before he can regret his decision, he turns away from you and looks into the corridor from which he previously heard the voices. At the other end of the corridor, he discovers Neville Longbottom, who is running through Hogwarts with some students. Clenching his fists, Draco walks in the middle of the corridor, facing them from afar.

“Neville!”, Draco shouts as loud as he can, immediately gaining Neville’s attention, who now comes running towards him with his wand drawn, ready to attack. Draco swiftly runs back to where you still lean against the wall, but just as Neville turns around the corner, Draco disapparates to another part of Hogwarts.

You are safe at last.

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Surrounded by nothing but rubble and ashes, Draco wanders through the last remains of Hogwarts alone. His clothes are torn apart, and his face is soiled – all signs of the bitter fight that took place here before. But now it is over. They lost.

But Draco does not care who won or lost. He chose to switch sides in the end anyway. All he wants now is one more thing: to find you and to make sure you are okay. Every time he trips over a lifeless body on the ground, he looks away in fear that he may recognize your face in one of the corpses. Pressing his hand against his aching left shoulder, he walks into what is left of the Great Hall and a glimmer of hope builds inside of him as he recognizes Neville standing in the middle of it.

Quickening his pace, Draco walks towards him, his gaze fixed on the people he is currently talking to. When Draco gets to them, however, his heart sinks and panic pervades him as he does not see you. You are not here.

Desperately searching for any signs of you, he looks around, his pulse getting faster by the second, until Neville finally taps on his shoulder and points to somewhere behind him. Draco turns around immediately, only to see you limp into the Great Hall with the help of Ginny Weasley, improvised stabilization around your broken leg.

Tears of joy well up in Draco’s eyes and he cannot help but run up to you and close you in a tight hug that almost knocks the both of you off your feet. Draco exhales in relief, clutching his arms around your fragile body, glad to hold you in his arms again, until he notices that you are trying to push him away.

Realization his Draco and he abruptly moves away from you.

“What was that supposed to mean?”, you ask him reproachfully, irritated as to why Draco Malfoy almost suffocated you in a hug.

“I- Well-“, he stutters, but the fact that you actually do not know him anymore is driving an ache through Draco’s chest again. “Where is your wand?”

“Excuse me?”, you huff out, the confusion evident on your face, but Draco quickly reaches for you wand before you can react, which pokes out of your boot, as always. Internally praying that you listened to him and did not use it when he was not by your side, he reverses the Memory Charm and watches a white streak touch your temple, piercing through your skin before vanishing completely.

You blink once, then a few times rapidly, adjusting your eyes to the light and when your gaze falls on Draco, tears well up in your eyes right away.

“Thank God”, Draco sighs in relief and hugs you tightly, but this time you actually return the hug. Weeping, you claw your hands into his shirt, your tears wetting the fabric, whispering what an idiot he had been and that he should never do this to you again. But at this moment nothing else matters.

You survived and found each other again despite the difficulties and obstacles. And from now on nothing and no one will separate you again. Ever.

[littlesniggy]

Nice Hair

Anon: AAAA i've been meaning to send you a request, but i've just been stuck on interesting scenarios. i think i've got a good one (hopefully). what about f! reader coming back from a mission Law sent her to, it's almost been 2 weeks, but she comes back with longer hair than before which gets different reactions not only from the crew but especially law (he doesn't express it until privately). things get steaming and basically lots of hair pulling from law and h's more dominating in bed.♥ thank you!♥♥

Thank you so much for the request! Hair pulling is just the best and I bet Law (even though he probably wouldn't admit it right away) loves doing it to his partner. I hope you like it and please let me know! Warning: 18+, nsfw, smut, hair pulling Paring: Law x female reader Word count: 2.2k

“There she is!” Bepo exclaimed and waved at you while the submarine was approaching the small island. You were sitting on a tree stub, waving back at him with a smile. “Captain! There she is!” he called Law, not stopping waving. The others hurried to the bow, joining Bepo and calling your name. Law came out, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms, watching you from afar as you told the others how your mission went. Law was listening but he was a little bit more occupied by a small but noticeable change in your appearance. “Your hair looks amazing! Are you gonna grow it even longer?” Bepo complimented. You blushed slightly, taking a strand between your fingers. “I don’t know yet but I like this length.” You said with a smile, receiving even more complements. Only Law stayed silent which made you a little nervous about your new look. Did he not like it? “Y/n-ya, once you’re done talking can you come to my office? I want you to tell me how the mission went in detail, especially if you got all the information we need.” Law said and without waiting for an answer he went inside. His crew watched him leave in slight confusion that he didn't welcome you back at all but started babbling again not thinking too much about it. Your eyes lingered on his back a little longer but eventually you joined them, enjoying to finally being able to talk to them again. Law never liked to show affection to you in public so you wouldn't push him.

A hesitant knock on the door notified your presence. “Come in.” he said, watching you enter the room. “Good to see you, Y/n-ya. I’m glad you’re fine.” He said, getting up from his chair and rounding the table, coming to a stop in front of you. You looked up at him, a small smile on your lips. “Good to see you, too, captain.” You got up on your tippy toes, giving him a soft kiss to the lips. It seemed like a huge load fell of his shoulders as he kissed you back. He was worried something might’ve happened to you during this time. He would’ve blamed himself for the rest of his life. “So, you wanted to talk to me about the mission?” Law looked at you with a smirk, his hand coming up to your shoulder and twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers, inspecting the length from up close. “That can wait. I’m way more interested in this new look of yours.” He mused, pulling your hair slightly towards him, capturing your lips in another kiss. You reciprocated the kiss, putting one hand on his neck and pulling him even closer. He pulled you with him to his desk, leaning against it with his back. One hand moved down to you hip the other one was buried in your hair, massaging your scalp with his nails. You felt his hard dick press against your lower stomach and you grinned into the kiss, breaking it for a moment. “Someone seems to be excited to finally get some action again. Have you been lonely without me, captain?” Law grabbed a hank of your hair and yanked your head back, exposing your throat. Instinctively, you pressed your hair on his, trying to pray them away. Law grinned smugly, leaning down to your ear. “It seems like you’ve forgotten your manners on that island. I think I have to teach you again.” He nibbed on your earlobe, biting down and nibbing on it again. You gave a small moan, pressing your lower body against his. The captain’s smile widened a little to your reaction, starting to kiss your neck. Law pulled your head by your hair to the side, giving him even more access to your delicate skin. He kissed, licked and sucked on it, leaving red and wet trails for everyone to see. After the initial surprise of him pulling your hair you let go of his hand and instead grabbed his clothed dick with both hands, one stroking his shaft, the other one grabbing his balls through the thick denim. Law panted against your skin, stopping for a moment to compose himself again. His free hand moved to your stomach, opening the button of your pants with a swift movement. His hand found its way inside right after, passing your panties and sliding against your clit, feeling your wet cunt. You moaned

in response to his touch, grabbing his balls a little bit tighter as a reflex. “Damnit, Y/n-ya.” He hissed, his dick twitching in its restraints. You giggled, moving your hands up and opening his pants as well, pulling them down together with his briefs. A sigh next to your ear told you how relieved he was to finally be free. You grabbed his dick with your hand, tightening your grip a little before you started to move your hand up and down; slowly, to let him feel every inch of your hand. Law grunted dissatisfied and his hips bucked against your hand but you didn’t give in. Slightly annoyed at your teasing he pulled his hand out of your pants, a harsh look on his face. “I’ve just told you that I needed to teach you some manners and here you are trying to tease me? I thought you were cleverer than that, Y/n-ya.” His voice was calm and predicting, not leaving any room to argue. Plus, you wanted him to pay your hot core more attention so you decided that it was better to apologize. “I’m sorry, captain.” You panted, starting to move your hand faster but Law didn’t have any of that. “Nice try, Y/n-ya. But you had your chance. Now, we’re gonna do it my way.” A shiver of excitement ran down your spine and you could just nod at him. With a swift motion he span your around, pressing you against the desk, his warm body pressed against your back. His dick was sandwiched between your bodies but you could feel its heat nevertheless. You tried to move your ass against it but Law was having none. His hand found its way back into your hair, grabbing it almost painfully, his other hand disappeared into your pants once more. He let two fingers slide over your slit, spreading your lips a little before moving up and circling your clit. “L-Law…!” you mewled under his touch; eyes half lidded and mouth open. “What is it, Y/n-ya?” he asked. You could feel his smug grin against your neck. His fingers were always this close entering you but they pulled away just before you could feel them inside of you. “Please what, Y/n-ya? I need you to be specific.” A hot thrill rushed through your body making you coat his fingers even more in your juice. “Put your fingers in me, Law.” You panted, desperate for his touch. “Why? I can feel you throb under my touch just as I speak. You will come in no time so why would I want to waste my time?” He as right. With each circle of his fingers, with each slide of them over your slit you got closer to your orgasm. But this wasn’t what you wanted! “I want to feel you inside of me!” you whined, grabbing his wrist and trying to push his fingers into your dripping cut. A sharp pain pulsed through your head as he had yanked your head to the side painfully, leaving you gasping. “Don’t get too cocky, Y/n-ya. You don’t deserve to cum around my fingers. So, if I say you will come by me playing with your little clit, you will cum, understood?” You could only nod at his words, feeling your orgasm rush closer. “I haven’t said you could cum yet, have I? If you cum now I will fuck you cunt today but stick to your mouth from then on until you’ve learned how to behave, understood?” He knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it in; you were already pushed too far towards the edge, it was just a matter of seconds. Law pinched your clit between his index finger and thumb, twisting it a little bit, making you jolt against his touch. Your nerves were on edge, ready to burst any moment but you were adamant not to climax yet. You tried concentrating on something else, anything else, really but Law was too good with his hands. You were like wax in his hands, melting into his skillful touch just to be formed to his liking. With a sharp push against your clit he sent you over the edge, making you cum in your panties. Panting, you were leaning forward, on both hands on the surface of his desk, supporting your trembling body. Law watched you for a moment before he pulled out his hand, a disappointed frown on his face. “I’ve told you not to cum without my permission, haven’t I?” his tone was flat but something animalistic resonated with his

words. You barely realized him pulling your pants and panties down, leaving your lower body exposed to his eyes. He grabbed your thigh and lifted it up, placing your knee on the desk. You looked at him over your shoulder, your cheeks bright red. “I’m not done yet.” He simply said before he sneaking his arm around your body to the front, touching your clit again. You tried moving away but his hand found its way back into your hair (yet again!) and held you in place. Law pushed his hips forward, his dick moving against your wet folds but not entering you. A long moan rumbled through your body. Out of the corners of your eyes you saw the thick tip of his dick move over your slit and soon, after he pulled his hand away a little, against your clit. God, he felt so good! You started moving your hips against his, trying to feel more of him. The captain pulled away a little, examining his glistering dick and grinned at you. “Take a deep breath, Y/n-ya.” Was the only warning he gave you before pushing himself inside of you. You arched your body to this feeling, a loud moan echoing throughout the room. It hurt slightly due to him not properly preparing you but you enjoyed the feeling nevertheless. His grip in your hair tightened and he pulled your head back, making you look at him as he leaned over you, pressing himself deeper inside of you. “Good girl.” He murmured. His hips started moving against you, loud skin on skin sounds could be heard even outside his office. His free hand found its way to your clit again, rubbing at the swollen nub, making you moan out in pleasure. Law pulled your head back as far as possible then capturing your lips in another hot kiss. Your neck hurt, your back arched but it was all forgotten when he pinched your clit again, clenching hard around his dick. He groaned in pleasure against your lips, picking up his pace. You could feel your juice running down your leg, leaving a hot trail on your skin. The sounds you let out were dirty and lewd, making anyone who might be listening blush in response. You wanted to move against his thrusts, wanted to feel him deeper inside of you but he hold you tight, not giving you any room to move on your own. Law broke the kiss and let his grip a little loose in order not to hurt you too badly. His hand on your clit also let go and was instead placed on your ass, smacking it lightly. With each light smack you clenched around him, bringing the two of you closer and closer to your climax. The captain’s grip tightened in your hair, grabbing it with such a force you feared he might rip them out. You moaned in response, closing your eyes and letting him handle you as he pleased. “You’re close, aren’t you?” he panted, watching his dick disappear inside of you over and over again, making him feel oh so good! “Y-yes!” you sounded breathless but he understood you, picking up his pace again. “This time, you’re gonna cum when I tell you, understood?” He demanded, knowing he was pretty damn close as well. But he wanted to tease you for earlier. “I-I’ll try!” Law was satisfied with you answer, leaving over you again, his mouth right next to your ear. “On the count of three you will cum around my dick, okay?” A nod was your only answer, your brain at the point where it couldn’t produce coherent sentences anymore. “One….” He started, licking over your ear. You pressed your eyes shut, concentrating not to mess up this time as well. “Two….” He continued, smacking your ass again. “Hngh!” you suppressed a moan, wanting to cum so desperately but not wanting to disappoint him. It took forever for him to say ‘three’ but when he did you came with a loud scream, throbbin with him still inside him. But it didn’t take him long to cum as well. With a couple more thrusts he got into an upright position, arching his back and cumming deep inside of you with a low groan.You felt his semen fill you up and his grip in your hair let loose. Tired, your body collapsed on the desk. Law pulled away after a moment, cum dripping out of your cunt as proof of the naughty things you’ve just

done. “I really like you new hair. I bet it’s great for face fucking you as well.”

[tenthgrove]

aaaa i've been waiting for this so excuse me if i make another request haha. so one of my favorite scenes from "the new batman adventures": https://youtu.be/3a77anCmsLg from 1:52 to 2:38

may i request something like that for la squadra? i would love to see a member and reader argue about gas lmao

Beginner’s Error

La Squadra x Reader (GN), Romantic, SFW

Description for those unwilling/unable to watch the video: Harley Quinn and the Joker are fleeing from Batman and Batgirl by car after a heist. The car breaks down and the Joker angrily tells Harley he thought he told her to get gas. Harley justifies they're too broke to be buying gas. This argument continues for a while until Batman catches up, causing the Joker to flee as Harley is apprehended.

Formaggio- Look, if it can be in any way considered a chore, it goes into one of Formaggio's ears and out the other. Formaggio may be one of the members with his own car but it's basically running on fumes and that's largely due to Formaggio's poor maintenance of it. The cops come round the corner and find you arguing about Formaggio's poor responsibility, and why you can never go on long trips without borrowing one of the other cars as a result. They're so perplexed they completely miss the miniature bomb Formaggio chucks at them during the distraction.

Illuso- The most dangerous thing about Illuso is that he considers himself a responsible person. If you tell him to get gas he'll mix up his memories and assume he's done it even if he hasn't, because he would never be so stupid as to just forget. And no, he's not going to back down on that point, even as you sit in the broken down car, the fuel indicator right in front of him proving him wrong even as he insists he got gas. Well, the good news is that you are in a car after all, so Illuso pulls you both in through the side mirror when he spots the police coming. You can continue this argument in the mirror world.

Prosciutto- Okay if one of you forgot to get gas, we're going to have a problem because when you're with Prosciutto, literally every chore is timetabled out for who agreed to do it and when. If it was your responsibility, there's no getting out of taking the fall. If it's his, no it isn't. Prosciutto isn't skipping chores if it kills him. As you try your line about being broke Prosciutto asks how that came to be about. The only thing more specific than his chore timetable is his monthly budget, so if you're out of money for gas, that means you've been spending money you shouldn't. You're almost glad for the police interrogation after they catch you, because it's nowhere near as bad as the one you just got from Pros.

Pesci- Even if it is entirely your fault, Pesci's not gonna push an argument about it, saying it isn't on you that he forgot to remind you. If Pesci was the one to forget, he'll be even more apologetic. Unfortunately, this leads to a completely different back-and-forth with each of you trying to accept blame for yourselves. So at the end of the day, you're still sitting in the car and not running as the police speed after you. You get a whole knew round of apologies in the police van as Pesci babbles about how sorry he is for not thinking faster. Next time, you think you'll just leave a reminder on your phone to go to the petrol station.

Melone- Melone isn't the worst with chores but going out to get things is a different matter. He's so glued to his screen he tends to put off leaving the house more and more until eventually it's too late in the day. There'll be no surprises if he forgets to buy petrol. Melone owns up to his mistake but downplays there severity. It's fine! He can just grab his bike from the back and escape like that, he says, making no attempt to do so. Eventually you just have to wrench his phone from his hands to stop his texting and tell him to fucking RUN! It's still too late though. Better hope Melone already made that junior because otherwise you're going to the jailhouse.

Ghiaccio- Oh dear god you better hold on to your hat, otherwise he might scream so loud it falls off. Ghiaccio's not exactly renowned for staying calm when a mission goes wrong and if it's because of a mistake on your part, ooh boy. He's never going to let you live this down. Don't expect to get away with saying you're broke either, because the squad keeps money aside for stuff like that if you knew the car would be needed for missions. You have no excuse, and you're going to sit here and take it as Ghiaccio tells you how irresponsible you are until- oh shit is that the police? You're lucky Ghiaccio has White Album and doesn't care about potential witnesses. The bad news is that Risotto does.

Risotto- If you've gotten to this point, it means that Risotto is so black-out tired that he didn't check the fuel meter as he got into the car. Unlikely, but possible. He has had a lot on lately. With Risotto there is no arguing, he just scoops you up, activates invisibility, and runs. No way he's letting the police catch you over a silly mistake like that. But then you go and start arguing with him as you're running. The police turn a corner and find two ethereal voices bickering over gas. Two of them quit on the spot.

Sorbet and Gelato- Three people in a relationship and you all forgot to buy petrol. Yep, sounds about right. It's usually Sorbet who's tasked with stuff like this, but you and Gel did agree to sort it while he was busy preparing for the mission, so it's all on you. Gelato, the fucker, completely lets you take the fall, so now it's a three-way argument. As the police show up, Gelato even shouts at them to give you a minute to finish this before they intervene. Then, he and Sorbet proceed to completely slaughter them all. Par for the course.

[corruptratcat]

AAAA HELLO THIS IS 🌻mew🌻 i saw that you still have early requesting slots opened for the pjsk x reader requests, so can i ask for a minori x gn!reader scenario where they’re practicing on the rooftop before minori met haruka and the others? thanks!! :DD

Don't give up yet

Minori Hanasato x gn!reader

Back at it again in the school rooftop practicing on dances as usual was a daily routine you and Minori had taken "One, two, three four," Minori's breathing can be heard as you walked around each other in a circle hands on the back "Five, six, seven, eight," You were putting your hands on your chest then one by one you open them up, your movements were slow compared to Minori who was doing it all a bit more faster.

"I'm so tired, do you think we should," You took a moment to breathe for a while "Take a break?" Minori turned to you and let her hands go from the pose, grabbing her phone from the bench she placed it on as you heard the video play "I'm so tired~" You complained and went over to Minori's back "A water break is enough! We'll have to keep trying harder and harder if we want to be idols!" You got startled by Minori's movement and smiled at her seen confidence and determination.

"Honestly I could've given up from all those rejections that we got." You stared at her in the eyes "But honestly..." Looking away to grab your water bottle near the side of the bench and drinking it all letting out a sigh and putting the water bottle back and rubbing of the sweat from your face, Minori does the same and quickly puts it back sitting on the bench "We can't give up yet, we'll have to give it our all!" Minori looked like she had sparkles of hope in her eyes even after all this time.

You let out a small sigh and approach the fence and hold onto the railing "Do you really think there'll be any hope left for us?" You look at the view from the school rooftop looking all around if there's any idol agency even wanting you in the first place "Of course there is! This is our dream, we made a pinky promise when we were young right?" Minori gets up and stands next to you showing her pinky to you.

"Right?" Minori said it once more as you got your hand up and showed your pinky to her as well "Right," you smiled and held each other's pinkies, letting go and looking at the view for a while Minori walks to get her phone as you turn your head at her, she looked satisfied and placed the phone back at the bench "So, let's practice shall we?" Minori readied up as you got to your starting position, Minori played the video and quickly headed to her position "Alright one, two, three, go!" Minori shouted out.

[sxfik]

a king and his rusty throne (i'm just skin and bones)

read on ao3 • main masterlist • law school masterlist

summary: Lawyer Han Joon Hwi never yields, fighting endlessly. The court was his domain, where he held the power over his opponent. The only exception, of course, is his 5'6" passionate, animated girlfriend, Attorney Kang Sol.

request by anon: Hiii here’s a prompt I saw on twitter. Not mine. I hope op doesn’t mind me submitting this here.

kang sol a untying joonhwi’s necktie would be so...

a/n: aaaa thank you so much for sending this prompt in! this is a lot shorter than my usual stuff but i couldn't get this scene out of my head. i hit writers block on my other fic so i wrote this instead and surprisingly it was much easier to write! anyways, hopefully i can post the other one soon. as always, enjoy <3

word count: 1354 words

After solving a murder, clearing an innocent man's name and capturing an assemblyman for corruption just in his first year of law school, and going on to becoming the top prosecutor in his department, one would think prosecutor Han Joon Hwi wouldn't be shaken by anything. And to be fair, he isn't. Despite having to combat so many injustices, he wasn't one to cower in fear nor let himself get emotionally involved. No, nothing would shake him.

Oh, except for his 5'6" girlfriend who had enough passion and fire to make him doubt how well his argumentative skills really are. Just as he had walked into their shared apartment, his talkative, ardent girlfriend had already launched into discussing the latest Supreme Court case ruling.

"It doesn't make sense! Even though some of the concurrent opinions made good points, the dissenting opinions had a better line of reasoning. The court should have been a lot more divided on the decision," Kang Sol rushed out her arguments, one after the other as her hands were fevorantly emoting, as if she was preaching.

After graduating Hanguk Law School, both of them had kept in touch and despite his every effort, his love for her only grew the more time he spent with her. As he was helping her practice her main argument for her upcoming case, he couldn't take it anymore. Watching her deliver her arguments so succinctly, her voice strong and decisive, drew him to her and he kissed her, with all the love and emotion he had felt for her ever since they met. He confessed to her, right there in front of the sacred court, his hands still in her hair, his lips still red and swollen from her bites, his breathing still hurried.

Despite dating for five years, Han Joon Hwi still felt like a teenage boy watching her, head over heels and moony eyed for the fiery, clumsy girl that had stumbled into his life. Though he held the power in court, Kang Sol held the power over his heart. He was never a match for her, no matter how good his grades were, no matter what position he held. Her eyes could take him apart bit by bit, pealing back every layer until he was bare skin and bones. And he'd offer every piece of him to her before she could ask him for it. He'd kneel in front of her, time and time again, if it meant he got to keep her in his life.

It was terrifying, like looking into the vast blue ocean and contemplating just what monstrosities it held under. But as the waves crashed into him, his heart and mind was soothed, the water drawing him in until he was captured into the riptide and yanked under. And the scariest part? He didn't resist. He just let her sweep him in until the fear he held was washed away. Until an unending, unyielding peace swept over his skin, his bones. Until he was cradled and lulled by her power, her passion, her love.

He watched her grow into the woman she is today, arguing at the pots and pans in the kitchen as soon as he walked into their shared apartment. And even though the exhaustion was heavy on his shoulders and chest, the sight of her walking around their kitchen, wearing his sweater, her hair down to her shoulders, was enough to erase every bit of fatigue from his soul.

"Sol-ah, you know that argument would never hold up in court," he chuckled as she whirled to face him, her gaze narrowed. He was still in his work clothes, only pausing to discard his briefcase when he entered, before he leaned against the kitchen table to listen to his girlfriend. Watching her argue so passionately was distracting, to say the least, and it was evident in his voice. The thoughts of kissing her against the counter was overwhelming, with Sol left heavily breathing after her rant and his mind clouded with thoughts of other activities.

His gaze was still on her as she stepped closer, as his breath quickened and chest tightened. She narrowed her eyes slightly, her lips almost curving into a smirk as her hands traced up his chest, landing on his tie at the collar.

"And what arguments are acceptable, Prosecutor Han Joon Hwi?" she glanced at him, mischief dancing in her eyes as she pulled on his tie, bringing his head down to her level. Her lips paused only centimeters away from his, taunting him, and his gaze was solely focused on her soft red lips, yearning to press his against hers.

"You," he breathed out, "don't play fair, Attorney Kang Sol." Her proximity threw every rational thought out the window, the hold she had on him only growing with her closeness. If she asked for him to beg, he would as long as he was able to press against her lips, push against her body.

"Hm," she pretended to think, her gaze still on his lips, "I don't see you complaining."

Taking his chance, he surged forward to meet her lips, pressing against it insistently. Sol's hand tightened against his tie, pulling him closer to her, before her hands traced down to the buttons on his suit jacket. Unbuttoning them, she slipped her hands underneath his suit and against his white shirt, the warmth of her hands seeping through the fabric until she pushed the coat of his shoulders and discarded it on the floor.

Her hands traced over his shoulders, her grip tightening on his shoulders before her delicate hands traced up, up, up, until it reached his tie around his collar. Slowly, she untied the tie, almost like she was unwrapping a present and it took all the strength in him not to ask her, no beg her for her hands to go faster.

Her lips were addicting on his, the softness of her lips contrasting the passion of the kiss, as he buried one hand in her hair and the other cupped her jaw, pulling her in closer. Her tongue brushed against his lips and he groaned into the kiss, his voice almost guttural. It was frantic and unrefined, but he could only feel the need to have her closer, to feel her.

He turned them around, Sol now against the kitchen table as his tongue grazed her bottom lip, sucking slightly and she gasped against him. His hand left her jaw, tracing its way down to her collarbones and curving around her waist and pulling her close. Both of his hands traced down then, hooking around her thighs and lifting her until she was placed on the kitchen table.

Drawing away slightly, Sol turned her attentions towards his jaw, pressing insistent, hot kisses down until she reached his throat. Joon hwi felt his heart quicken as she sucked lightly against the skin of his throat and groan at the feel of her tongue lightly brushing the sensitive spot. It was bliss and it was enough to wind him up, enough for him to capture her lips once more and press deeper and all consuming kisses.

Her legs came to wrap around him, pulling him in closer as her hips slightly rocked up against him, the kiss swallowing his groan from her ministrations. His hands traced up from her thighs until it found the edge of her shirt and he placed his hands against her burning skin, her fire threatening to consume him. It drove him insane, the feel of her body pressed so deliciously against him, the softness of her skin enough to drive him into madness. It only made him pull her closer, ask for more, beg her to keep kissing, keep going.

"Is that a convincing argument?" she pulled away slightly, her voice was almost a whisper, her breathing heavy. Her skin was flushed red and her hair was messy, and yet she was still the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen.

"I think I need more evidence," his breathing was labored, as he let her pull him into her vast ocean once more.

[wincore]

vixen | nakamoto yuta

pairing: kitsune!yuta x female!reader

words: 5.1k 

summary: every year, you visit the fox who claims to know everything about you. 

genre: fantasy/folklore, fluff, angst(?)

warnings: suggestive, mention of past bullying, one excessively flirty nakamoto yuta

song rec(s): clear and sunny - sou (cover)

a/n: this is for all you furries who aren’t quite furries yet muah (im joking) but aaaa love exploring folklore and also i should put in a disclaimer that not every aspect adheres to the original tales of the kitsune <3 i did not proofread btw and i am very sorry

Some things never change.

Examples: boys, shitty friends, death, and the scent of nostalgia. To you, that very scent happens to be the earthy smell of chrysanthemums and a faint waft of spices from the kitchen in your parents’ house. To you, October is not just another month. To you, there is one more thing that never changes and it is not your belief in old ghost stories. 

Around this time of the year, the autumn festival begins in a flurry of vibrant red smudges and a whiff of excitement, in streets suddenly brought alive. The skies are candied orange, and it’s the only time you aren’t tired of home. This time is also when you find yourself right in the clutches of the one demon you swore you’d avoid for the rest of your life. You swore. It’s not your fault that said demon is a little, let’s say, tempting. 

Tempting in the most vexing, infuriating way possible. Bewitching, cruel, seducing—all that foxes are and all that you’ve heard of them could not have prepared you for an encounter. Folklore runs deep through you. The memories of a certain fox-boy run deeper. 

It is not the festival you are here for. 

You yawn, leaning against the wooden door frame of the shop. It would be inappropriate to fall asleep on the job, especially since there are a bunch of children staring idly at you. You close your mouth quickly, resting the back of your hand against your lips. Late afternoon is an easy time to fall asleep. You have half the mind to snarl at the kids to scare them off, their gaze getting on your nerves and when you think you will, you turn the other way. Manners come first to you, no matter how temperamental you get. 

The procession has gathered a crowd. Some shouts and squeals from the children make you slump further. At least they’re having fun with whatever stupid game they’re playing. You breathe in the autumn air. A part of you wonders if you simply let your feet lead you down the stairs, you’d be free of this entire ordeal. You shake your head. Temptation has always been hard to resist—never meant to be resisted but you’re much older now. There is dignity to be answered.

October is mild—your grandmother’s shop is still on the verge of collapse, your mother still yells at you for misplacing kitchen utensils and your old friends from school still gossip about who you’re dating. It’s like the script never changes; people change the meaning, twist their words in the same old pattern. If you were a little less behaved, you would have poured your drink over their heads yesterday. 

You clench your jaw. It’s always an ‘Oh, you’re so attractive’ and an ‘I wish I could date as many men as you do but I’m loyal to my boyfriend’, or even a ‘Must be nice being surrounded by boys all the time’. You know what they mean. It’s not the first time you’ve been called a fox, and you don’t think it’ll be the last—at least until you decide to stop letting your hometown suffocate you. Maybe you’ll accept what they say. You have heard of what hatred left unchecked can do.

If you’re honest, you haven’t been with too many men. If you’re a little more honest, none of them have ever made your heart race.

You watch the children play with a keen eye, their painted masks ridiculously large for their faces and in brightly coloured clothes contrasting well with the town. You might not be allowed to fall asleep, but there’s nothing against closing your eyes for a second or two.

The image of glinting yellow eyes and a fanged smile pop up and you quickly open your eyes. You don’t know why your heart beats so loud at the mere thought of him, thoughts in which his lips are full and painted red, and his bright smile is stretched upon them. Sometimes, the thought of him is in gentle washes, his hand fixing your hair, or a flirty smile when you dare stumble upon him on a particularly sleepless night. You shake your head to get rid of the thought. That is not love. Some sort of embarrassing attraction, maybe. However, the friendship you have is worse.

“I see you’re a slacker as always.”

Your grandmother’s voice breaks you out of your cycle of thoughts and you’re almost grateful.

“I sold approximately zero sweets,” you snort. “Why can’t we just do away with the shop?”

“You’re starting to sound like your mother,” your grandma calls from behind one of the counters, distaste ringing clear in her voice. 

You sigh. “Fine, but… you work way too hard to make these for them to not sell.”

“Maybe they would sell if a certain little lady would stay and help.”

You groan, leaning your head back. “You know I have work in the city.”

Your grandmother waves her hand about, dismissing your reasoning. She fiddles around in the shadows for a bit before coming forward with more boxes than she should be able to hold.

“You don’t have to feel too guilty. Yuta’s been helping out,” your grandmother informs fondly. “You could learn a thing or two from him.”

You’re not the superstitious sort and yet still, your heart beats faster. For him, or for the bad omens foxes bring to a household—you don’t know.

You scoff instead. “He’s not as great a guy as you think, grandma. He can be really mean too!”

“Oh, I doubt that. Have you seen his smile? Impossible.” Your grandmother waves it off before drawing nearer, voice hushed without reason. “Have you thought about it then? He is handsome, isn’t he?”

“Grandma.”

You’re not sure what old women go through in their youth that makes them something of a matchmaker in their later years. You think the whole ordeal is messed up. There is no way you’re going to stick your nose into your grandchildren’s love life; it’s gross.

“These should be enough for the children, no?” Your grandmother asks and you look up.

“You’re giving them away for free?” you question, furrowing your eyebrows. “And you talk about bad business.”

She places her hand on her hip, pointing an accusatory finger. “You’re going to lecture your grandmother?”

You raise your hands up in defeat, standing up to help her with the red boxes of acorn candy and paper wraps of roasted chestnuts. You end up with the entire load in your arms, your grandmother happily shuffling about as she locks up the store.

You turn sharply at the surprised sound behind you. The evening has settled in and glowing lanterns bring forward the evidence, the darkening streets flooding with round droplets of light.

But it is not the festival you are looking at.

Yuta looks somewhat serene, your cheeks heating up despite yourself. You look at him with bated breath, hoping the boxes obscure your face enough to make the vaguely positive emotions less evident. The dark red jacket draped over his shoulder does not look out of place—in fact, he fits in so well you would’ve mistaken him for another face in the crowd if he weren’t stupidly gorgeous. He looks at you with no strong emotion in the eyes before breaking into a smile; and when his hand strokes the top of your head as a greeting, he seems fond. He always does.

“Grandma,” he calls with his best smile, turning to the old woman.

Your grandmother doesn’t need any more convincing of his character. 

“Oh, there you are! Did I tell you (name)’s back? I wanted to break the news to you earlier. Ah…I must have forgotten.”

You glance from Yuta to her. Is this another one of her tricks and tests?

“She’s always here this time of the year,” he responds, laughing politely.

“Ah, you remembered,” she says, eyes crescent as she smiles back. “Help her with the boxes. The city has made her so frail.”

“I’m good,” you choke on the words, hurriedly moving away and almost dropping one of the boxes.

You slip on your sandals and scurry off faster, wishing he’d just stay behind. He always has. The air makes you shiver but you’re adamant; and it’s not the only trait of yours to make relationships fail.

“You know, you should be nicer to old friends.”

You try not to react when Yuta takes the boxes from you, matching your pace almost effortlessly.

“I thought foxes ran away once they’re found out,” you snap, reluctantly letting him take the packages.

Yuta rolls his eyes. “I see you still aren’t very fond of me.”

“Not when you’re tricking my grandmother like this,” you hiss.

“You call helping trickery?” he retaliates.

“Foxes bring bad business,” you mutter.

“I’m the reason your grandmother’s business is somewhat above the water.”

You sigh, exasperated. There’s no point in wasting your breath. You look away, crossing your arms as you walk, the silence between the two of you suddenly awkward. Even so, you’re not going to open your mouth for him.

“Would you two slow down?” your grandmother calls, voice weary. “We’re already there.”

The two of you halt in your tracks immediately, taking mellow steps back to her. She looks over the two of you with furrowed eyebrows and you try to think of an explanation when she starts laughing.

“Oh, I don’t mind the two of you flirting,” she says, littered with slow laughter. “Just make sure the food is where it’s supposed to be.”

You’re about to refute when Yuta laughs, the sound still boyish and lively. “Of course. (name) missed me so much this year, she couldn’t help herself.”

You give him a pointed look which he ignores, deliberately or not. “We- I wasn’t—”

“Grandmother, if you’ll give us permission,” he interrupts, settling the packages on the table by the food stall and smiling wide. “We’ll go enjoy the festival now.”

She bobs her head in affirmation and Yuta grabs your hand to pull you into the bustling street, your silent plea for help ignored by your smug grandmother.

“What are you doing?” you ask, slipping your hand from his. “You aren’t- You aren’t trying to eat my liver, are you?”

“Why the liver? Can’t I have the rest of you too?”

It’s not like you were particularly alarmed but his response makes you feel a flush of embarrassment.

“It’s been a year since I last saw you,” he says before his voice turns a shade cooler. “Have you thought about my proposal?”

You fall silent. The overthinking started last year too. Your thoughts and dreams, so easily pervaded by him and all it took was one sentence. 

“We should get married.”

“Why did you even think I’d agree to that?” You try not to get too flustered. He knows all your petty weaknesses and you’d rather not have them on display for him to stare and pick at. “What the fuck would I get out of marrying you?”

Yuta whistles. “I like your tongue. But—yes, to answer your question, you’d get a very handsome and capable husband. Your bed will always be warm and oh, speaking of beds—”

You clamp your hand over his mouth at the suggestive look he sends, worried about being spotted by one of your school friends. Ah, right—friends, the very same people that smell of jealousy and won’t miss any opportunity to throw a jab your way. Friends. You can’t believe you’re still afraid of their judgement.

“And why do you want to get married to me?” you ask, looking into his eyes.

There’s a pause, filled with the chatter of the crowd.

“You look like you’re afraid of finding someone,” he speaks finally, ignoring your question. “Or is it the other way around?”

You roll your eyes, ready to walk off when he grabs your wrist to pull you closer to his chest. It draws some looks from nearby people, your eyes darting from face to face in fear. You take a deep breath and look at Yuta again, almond eyes distracting. 

“People will think we’re lovers,” you whisper, almost a hiss.

“What’s wrong with that?”

You breathe out in disbelief. “You’re really something.”

“What? Why did you always come to meet me then? Behind the keyaki tree?”

“It wasn’t for you,” you lie quickly. “I had nothing better to do.”

Pining after a fox? You could never have feelings for him. Even so, your answer comes off childish and silly, and somehow he’s the only one to be able to draw that side of you—the you that is messy and unprepared.

Yuta smiles in return. “You think people can’t fall in love with us the same way they fall in love with most everything.”

It’s a statement, not a question.

“How conservative of you,” he leaves with an airy remark, but not before urging you to follow him.

The sizzling sound of food being fried and the knocking, clicking sound of children playing games, all these forgotten sounds grow louder and for a second, if only you let yourself, you could close your eyes and it would be just like your first date. 

No. It’s different. You look up, eyes trailing over Yuta’s back, his golden hair, how his figure moves with ease and confidence.

It is different.

You raise an eyebrow at the box of takoyaki Yuta shoves towards you, an expecting look across his face.

“You like this, don’t you?” he asks, an uncharacteristic hesitation in his voice.

You hum in response, taking the box from him and saving yourself the trouble of asking whether he paid for it or simply charmed his way through. 

“Eh, no thank you?” he complains. “How polite.”

You scrunch your nose to accompany an exaggerated smile and he laughs, the two of wandering over the asphalt streets. Your hands are close enough to brush—and if a twenty-something year-old woman can feel jittery because of it, hands truly are meant to share warmth. The smell of candy and caramel fills the air, making you smile. You’ve saved enough for the taste of home, you think. 

The taste of home. 

Inevitably, the thought of kissing your companion crosses your mind and you stop in your tracks. Whatever. It must be natural when someone as attractive is beside you. Those aren’t feelings. You curse yourself for feeling like a teenager again.

The festival grounds aren’t as shabby as you expect them to be. The city,—if you could call this one—stops here and the earth spreads out to the forest behind. The crowd also thins, and you take a fresh breath. They’re selling old books in the corner, but no one seems to be there.

“The raccoon dogs,” Yuta whispers in your ear, with an arcane smile. “Want to visit those rascals?”

You roll your eyes. He knows you’ve heard one too many folktales for a lifetime, seen one too many. It’s time to go home, especially now that the thought of thanking him crosses your mind. You’re about to turn when your shoulder crashes into someone else’s. A surprised, syrupy smile greets you, which you cannot return for the first few moments. Yui’s smile wavers and you flash her a quick smile. A friend. Her arm is looped through her lover’s, the one she never shuts up about and suddenly the urge to pour water over her head returns.

Yuta glances from you to her before pressing his lips together, as if suppressing laughter. You’re almost offended when Yui laughs flippantly.

“You’re on a date too? I knew you couldn’t stand spending the festival alone,” she says, tugging her lover closer. 

People have always told you who you are and what you do. As if they know better.

You smile awkwardly. “It’s… actually not—”

“Oh, don’t be shy.” She gently pats your shoulder before leaning in. “He’s a real catch. As expected from you. You can never leave the boys alone.”

You know what she really means. You’ve heard the same words in high school when she was shoving you into a wall behind the school. The sickening smile is still on her face.

You gulp, feeling sixteen again. The lack of people around somehow makes it more awkward and you’re about to excuse yourself when suddenly, Yuta bumps into Yui and his warm drink spills over her left shoulder. Your eyes widen, more in confusion. When did he leave? You don’t doubt his ability to sneak past people, but surely you couldn’t have been so enraptured in your own feelings that you barely noticed.

“I’m so sorry,” Yuta says, voice honeyed with surprise.

Yui looks like she’s about to explode when she looks at him, her expression dropping to a calmer one almost immediately.

It’s an easy look to recognize. They always have it when they first meet Yuta, whether it’s the smile that’s too dazzling or the pretty round eyes. 

How persuasive, those eyes.

“Ah… I must have not seen you,” she says faintly, and Yuta’s smile widens.

Before he can stir up more trouble, you slip your arm into his and pull him away, not caring for another polite apology to an old, almost nameless face.

“I was having fun,” Yuta complains, voice still smug and calm.

You glare at him and it only seems to add fuel to the fire, to whatever cold fire dances at his fingertips. 

“You’re happy, right? Don’t look at me like that. You should reward me.”

You don’t respond, looking away and hoping to get at least a word in about how troublesome he is every single time you visit. Yuta has other plans, however. Leaning his head to look you in the eye, he maintains a distance which looks perfectly decent but feels less than so.

“How about a kiss? I deserve one, don’t I?” He moves his head closer to yours, making you shy away.

You grab him by the belt and pretend to not catch a glimpse of the pleased look on his face as you drag him into a secluded part by the forest.

It’s quieter here, so much that you can almost hear your own heart drumming in your chest, and the faint light of the distant festival grounds doesn’t help much at all. It’s dark as dusk, and you can only make out Yuta’s jawline and a faint smirk over his lips. You think that if a fox ever wanted to eat your liver, this would be the perfect spot.

“You did something,” you finally utter the words. “You did something to me.”

“Why do you think I did something? Do you mean love?” he responds with a cheeky smile. “This means you’ve been thinking about me? How cute—”

“Yuta, stop it,” you warn. 

“Or what? You should stop me yourself.”

You grab the lapels of his jacket, the cloth bunching as your knuckles turn white. The anger you feel isn’t the first of its kind—it’s just a little funny how it’s always Yuta every time, making you remember the burning feeling time and time again. You find yourself unable to respond. 

“Oh, don’t hold back,” he provokes, leaning in.

You push at his chest in exasperation, but he grabs your wrists before you can retract your hands.

“Scared?” he whispers.

You pull apart anyway, a scowl over your lips. “You’re as annoying as ever. Don’t you have anyone else to bother?”

“Ooh! Sharp claws. You’d be lovely as my fox-bride.” he teases. 

Your face flares with heat. “I’m not your… I’m not a fox.”

“I didn’t say a fox, I said—”

“I know what you said,” you snap, massaging your wrist so you don’t have to look at him.

Yuta falls quiet for a moment, voice lower when he speaks again.

“Is it so nasty to be called a fox? There are worse things, you know.”

You scoff, growing increasingly annoyed. “Of course you’d say that. I hate it. I hate this town. I hate foxes and I hate you.”

Yuta places a hand over his chest, gasping with no emotion. Your eyes linger over his long, painted nails a little longer before you meet his eyes. A part of you regrets saying the words but you couldn’t help it. The shroud choking your hometown makes you want to scream at the top of your lungs every time you’re here. You hate this place.

But you don’t hate him, after all. 

You try to clear yourself of the thought. A gentle gust of wind brings you back to the present, Yuta still glancing at you with no giveaway to what he’s feeling.

“You wouldn’t make a terrible fox though,” he says, eyes sharp. “Don’t they know you’re a vixen already? How many livers will you eat?”

You suck in a breath, tears stinging at your eyes. However, it’s not like you to get so easily affected by him. No. No, somehow that doesn’t make sense either. Those words do hurt from Yuta and you’re not sure if it’s just because he's the only one you didn’t expect them from.

“You…”

“What? Aren’t you going to lash at me again? You’re so predictable.”

His voice is calm despite your obvious annoyance and you feel flames lick at your heart. Your hand moves before you can think, about to meet his cheek when he grabs your wrist. You struggle, trying to pull free but to no avail and you use the other hand to hit him in the chest. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t bother him and that same feline smile curves up his lips.

You feel something you haven’t before, a warm growl at the pit of your stomach.

You push with all your strength, catching Yuta off guard and he stumbles backward but not before pulling you into him. Consequently, either of you lose footing and land on the grass with a sudden thud, Yuta’s side pressed against yours. His hands still clutch your wrist, and he shifts to hover over you.

“We used to wrestle like this as a litter,” he says, erupting into full laughter. “Ah, memories. I don’t even know if they’re alive or dead now.”

Yuta is much stronger than he looks, and he’s taken your tantrum as a source of amusement much to your infuriation. He has your hands pinned back, eyes unaffected as he scans over your face. You try to shift but there’s just too much weight on you. You breathe slowly, chest rising and falling in time with his. His earrings sway gently in the wind, dangling a few inches above you—he’s pretty, so pretty. Admitting defeat has never been your forte but now that your senses are gathering again, you feel a flush of embarrassment for losing your temper. 

Or perhaps, it is something else when you register the lack of distance between your noses.

“Playtime’s over,” Yuta coos. “You’re kinda cute when you’re losing.”

He tilts his head, an adoring smile over his lips. For a moment, they’re all you see.

Can a fox comfort you? Can a fox make you feel loved on the darkest of nights? Your mind races with questions your heart does not want to answer. 

Yuta leans in to close the distance and despite every nerve in your body, you turn your head away. You can hear him gulp, the following moments painfully quiet before he gets up. Your breath is soft and shallow, lying on the ground till you get enough courage to sit up. 

You almost gasp. His tails are clearer under the dim moonlight, all nine of them golden and luxurious. The light hitting his face isn’t any less flattering and once again you are reminded of how handsome he is, fairytale or not. 

Yuta looks uncomfortable, and that’s a first for you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, though you don’t know why.

He waves his hand dismissively, annoyed.

“Yuta,” you take a step forward.

“I see the way you look at me,” he says quietly, “Is it not want?”

You fall silent, biting your lip so you don’t retort violently. He doesn’t look particularly malicious when he says that but you do not want to give him the satisfaction of an answer yet.

He quietens for a moment before a look of curiosity flashes across his features.

“What is it then?” he asks. “Is it a secret? Foxes love secrets. Tell me.”

Despite every bone in your body burning up, you find it in yourself to laugh.

“I don’t think I could keep a secret from you if I tried,” you finally say, before bursting into soft laughter again.

Yuta looks at you puzzled, lips parted while he stands frozen as if he were a painting. A daunting, reckless, heavenly painting.

“It’s not want,” you answer quietly. “It’s more than that. Even if I hated it. I like you.”

Yuta’s ears perk up at your confession. “So- so you admit, then? You are interested?”

“I could blame you for this, you know?” You shrug, hugging yourself once the night starts to feel cold again. Yuta begins to take off his jacket when you stop him, gently pressing your palm against his chest. 

“You’re a fox, after all,” you whisper. “Like me. What they think of me.”

Yuta purses his lips. “Does it really hurt you? No, wait. Did they- did they—”

“Now, you tell me,” you cut him off. “Why do you insist on getting married—to me?”

There’s a pause. The crickets chirp a merry tune despite the leisurely darkness of the night.

“You’re not terrible,” he says, nonchalantly.

You glare at him and he raises his hands in defeat. He looks wearier the more you look at him.

“I want to grow old,” he mumbles after a long pause. “Properly.”

You hold your breath.

“And you want to do it with me?”

Another flower blooms in your chest, as if he hasn’t planted a garden in there already. The lights from the festival flicker down, the lanterns burning brighter in the distance. He glances at them for a moment, your eyes still fixated on him. 

The tails glow even brighter in the dark, as if gold in broad daylight. You’ve always been curious about him and his kind, all the stories; but he says he’s too old to remember if you ask.

You reach out to touch one of the tails, wondering if the fur is as warm as it looks. They’re pale and captivating, but they look so soft—they shouldn’t belong to an animal so vicious. Is he, though? Is he all that you think he is or have all these years failed you? If anything, he’s quite probably not as much a fox as you are, you think bitterly.

The fur is warm, but the realization is short-lived.

A short growl leaves the corner of his mouth. Yuta glares at you like he was stolen from and yet, you do not move your hand. Some part of you wants to aggravate him further.

“I’m not a pet,” he snaps. “Stop that.”

“You should stop me yourself,” you mimic his voice.

Yuta’s shoulders relax, and he looks down but you can still see the trembling smile on his face. It’s the way he looks at you, you think to yourself, maybe that's the reason after all.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say, feeling warmer than the autumn night should allow.

“Like what?” he asks, still smiling.

You look away. 

“You’re not too fox-like, you know?” you mumble. “You’re just annoying. And flirty. And annoying.”

Yuta chuckles, before pressing his palm to the top of your head. 

“And you’re lovely.”

You give in to the gesture of affection, leaning your head to press against his shoulder.

“Why do you even do all this? What do you get out of it?” you say, voice muffled. He hears you clearly, however.

“Because I love you,” he responds, as if coming to terms with it himself. “More than you think.”

There is no joke, no flirtation to his tone, no decoration upon his words. It’s plain, and laid bare. And sometimes, simplicity is scariest. 

You pull back, lips pulled into a frown. The air is cold once more; the longing for warmth flowing into you. The silence is worse.

“You don't believe foxes can fall in love,” he states softly upon a wavering smile. “I knew that. Of course.”

A part of him believes it too.

“I…” you begin, and for the first time, you are afraid of promises in the name of love. You are the one making them now.

“I’ll believe you,” you whisper, “I’ll believe you so please… please take care of me.”

You place your palm against his cheek, his skin bewitchingly warm. 

“Only if you take care of me,” he whispers back, leaning in.

This time, you do not move.

The lovers’ kiss you’d been searching for—lovers’ warmth, lovers’ comfort—all of it comes crashing down once Yuta tightens his arm around your waist, the other hand resting gently at the base of your neck. He kisses with the right amount of pressure, the vague taste of sweet berries in his mouth.

You used to fear his touch, like he would eat you whole; even if they have been gentle, always. This time, you might as well let him. He presses his lips from your cheek to jaw to neck, lingering at each spot enough to make you clutch at his shirt tighter, taking in short gasps of breath. You kiss for a little longer, like time means nothing.

“We should go back,” you whisper, pulling apart.

Yuta kisses you again, the distance unacceptable. 

“Yuta—”

He kisses you once more, your calls falling on deaf ears.

Finally, after another long kiss, he pulls apart enough to rest his forehead against yours, eyes still closed.

“It must have been hard for you,” he mumbles.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you scoff.

“Foxes are faithful lovers, you know?” he insists.

You laugh. “What do you mean?”

“It means I’ll follow you everywhere.”

He stands up straight, his thumb stroking your cheek as he bites back a smile.

“I don’t think we should get back tonight,” he suggests all of a sudden. “We could book a hotel. That’s the place you use these days, right? I’m sure your grandmother will understand your absence—”

You groan, resting your forehead against his shoulder and he presents a delighted laugh in return. It is warm by his side; he is warm. You find it easy to forget the failures in love, the loneliness of a lover that isn’t meant to be yours. Folktales are just long tales, after all. You smile to yourself. 

You should’ve known—it was the fox all along. 

[captainsolare]

BAKUGOU KATSUKI + PRO HERO AU + REMEMBER THAT MARRIAGE PACT WE MADE? WELL, IT'S TIME, AND WE'RE STILL SINGLE AAAA congratulations on your milestone <3

A/N: Hello Faye!! You’re such a sweetie, thank you for requesting 🥰🥰 

Pro! Hero Bakugo + Remember that marriage pact we made? Well it's time and we're still single

Tags: alcohol mention, tipsy marriage pact 

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Five years might seem like a short time but there are 1,825 days and 43,800 hours in that time. Memories crammed into months on a calendar, and the brain being the way it was, there was plenty of room for forgetting, especially pacts made while a little tipsy with someone you barely knew. 

Five years ago, Bakugo Katsuki's 21st birthday, spent at some bar somewhere with friends and friends of friends that had simply been dragged along that night. You were one of the ones dragged along, lured with the promise of drinks however you liked them and a night out with some attractive pro hero friends who hadn't quite made it big yet. 

Somehow you found yourself on the balcony with the birthday boy himself, he'd disappeared a while ago and you were just eager to get away from the crowd for a while, pounding club music wasn't quite your scene. "Why do you seem so sad, birthday boy?" You asked, joining him in leaning on the railing. Inwardly Bakugo flinched, was his turmoil really that obvious?

 "Tch, I'm not sad. It's my birthday after all." 

You frowned, you'd just met the man tonight but there was this inexplicable sadness about him, almost unnoticeable, but you could tell it was there. It was somewhere in his eyes, especially when couples passed by. Like now, as he glanced down at a laughing couple walking below. 

"Tell me, are you lonely? Is that why your eyes look so sad?" 

His red eyes met yours after a sip of his beer, liquid courage for opening up to a near stranger. "And what if I am? Sometimes it's hard you know? All my friends are in relationships, happy ones and I'm just here, alone." 

Before you could answer, he was off and running, eyes transfixed on the city before you. "And maybe I'll be alone forever. Hell, I haven't exactly been looking, not really. I wasn't nice to people in school, so that's out and I have a fat chance of meeting anyone if I make it big, they'll probably just want to use me for my money." 

You swallowed, hoping you wouldn't regret the words that were in your throat. "What about a marriage pact?" 

He met your gaze with confusion, surely you couldn't be serious? This had to be some alcohol-fueled nonsense. Why would you, someone he had just met tonight, someone who didn't know any of his hopes or dreams or failures or regrets, want to make a pact like that? 

"With me? I surely can't be that bad right? Besides," you lightly touched his arm, "I'm lonely too." 

He studied your face for any sign that you were screwing with him, finding none, he took another sip and a light blush ran across his cheeks. "What would the terms be?" He asked after a drawn-out silence, fingers rhythmically tapping on the railing you still leaned on. 

You hummed lightly, trying to force your fuzzy brain to think. "5 years? We'll both be 26 then, plenty of time to find someone else." 

Bakugo considered your terms then nodded, lips turning up into an uncharacteristic smile, "Alright, that settles it then. If we're both still single by 26, we'll get married." 

With a clink of your glasses and a quick entry into the calendar app on both your phones, it was set. A reminder for exactly 5 years in the future, two words long: Marriage pact. 

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Your phone woke you up with the loudest alarm you had ever heard in your life. Bolting upright in bed you scrambled to turn it off, quickly turning the sound off you set your phone back on the nightstand, rubbing the sleep from your eyes for you to check what alarm had woken you up. 

Your mind raced with confusion, then panic as everything came flooding back. Birthday party. Drinks. Balcony. Marriage pact. You hadn't seen the man you made it with in years, how many had it been? 4? 5? 

Katsuki Bakugo had made a name for himself as a Pro hero by this point, right now he was probably surrounded by all the models and money he could ever want, would he even remember you? Was he even still single? Where even was his agency? 

You found the address, surprisingly only a 20-minute taxi ride from your apartment. 8:30 AM flashed on your alarm clock. Can I catch him before he leaves for patrol? 

You rummaged through your closet as your mind filled with flashes of doubt. Does he remember me? Does he even want to see me? 

You made it outside and into a cab, leg bouncing with nervousness as you willed time to go faster. 

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Bakugo was at his agency, he'd spent the night here doing paperwork, boring. "Happy birthday to me." He muttered, sitting down at his desk, eyes flicking to the giant stack he still had to complete. If only hero work didn't involve so much paper. 

He supposed he should look at his agenda for the day, as he grabbed his phone a notification filled the screen. Marriage Pact. It read. He wracked his brain for what this could possibly mean, but only curse words came to mind. 

Before he could collect himself, his assistant knocked on his office door, "Excuse me, sir, there's a L/N F/N here to see you? They're not on the appointment schedule, should I send them away?" His phone clattered to the floor, skittering off to who knows where. "No." He said, more forcefully than intended. Bakugo's heart was pounding. "Send them in." 

You were ushered into a spacious waiting room, then a spacious office, and there sat a rather nervous-looking Katsuki Bakugo. As you stood in the doorway, you nearly reached for the doorframe for support. "H-hello. Do you remember me?" 

Your voice was soft, shaky, different from how it sounded all those years ago, but he could tell, you were the same person from that night. He stood up, hand wandering to rub his neck, "How could I forget?" 

Bakugo strode across the room and shakily extended his hand to you. To his delight, you took it and it just felt right. Your palm seemed to be molded for his and your anxiety melted away. "Breakfast if you have time, birthday boy?" 

A smile graced the Pro Hero's features, and you were reminded of the night you met all those years ago. "Of course, anything for you, dear." You chuckled at the pet name, it sounded so strange coming from the burly man. As you walked out into the fresh morning air with the birthday boy, getting to know him like it was the first time, it was awkward and clunky, but really you wouldn't have it any other way.

[halloweenismyfav]

Ok lemme start by saying THIS SET UP IS HELLA CUTE AND I’M JELLY 😭😭 second: I see requests are open👀 think you can hook a girl up with some Diluc fluff . Maybe like Diluc with an fem!s/o who’s like the opposite of him? All cheery and goofy and she loves jumping on his back 🥺 ALSO ALSO ALSO: CHARACTER INTERACTIONS?!? I’m falling in love 😭

《 Note: Hi Pocket!! I can definitely do that for you. Thank you for the compliments on my setup too! I'm trying my best to make it look nice and I'm smiling a lot at how sweet you are. Sorry that these are kinda short. Hope you enjoy nonetheless! 》

《 Opposites Attract 》

Warnings: None!

Genre: Fluff

Romantic or Platonic

Pairing: Diluc and Fem!Outgoing!Reader

Constructive critisim is appreciated!

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I'm gonna get straight to the point, everyone is shocked at how you of all people are dating the Diluc of Mondstadt.

You're so bubbly and outgoing, see the good in almost everyone, and are so goofy 24/7...that's why everyone was confused when Diluc hesitantly said you were his girlfriend.

Kaeya was all "awww my brother has a girlfriend!!" while Venti was "this calls for a song" and everyone else was just kinda shocked.

The fact that he could be talking to someone and you just jump on his back without warning still is hard to get used to, but he just kinda lets you do it since he doesn't want to make you upset by saying you can't do that.

-> He loves you too much to tell you no.

There was a time when you tried to make friends with a hilichurl (no I'm not joking) and Diluc had to save you since you came running screaming that a hilichurl was coming to kill you.

-> He saved you but called you a dummy for what you did. It was endearing though.

Yep, he loves to call you a dummy, smiling or smirking every time he calls you by the nickname.

Being close with Kaeya comes with this too, it's a package deal. You date one brother you're friends with the other.

You constantly tell Diluc you love him and it makes him a bit flustered at how easily you say the words. He tells you he loves you too of course but he somehow always manages to stutter when he does.

Overall, he thinks you're a bit too much at times but he loves you for it so please never change!

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"And so I-" "Diluc!!" All he had to do was hear you yelling his name to know that you were about to jump on his back. "3...2...1.." Right when he hit one you landed safely on his back, his hands supporting your legs. "Hehehe, hi!" You simply giggled as Jean stared in shock for a moment. She then eventually joined you, giggling as well. "Do you have to do this every time?" Diluc asked with pink tinted cheeks. "Sorry, your face just gets kinda red and I think it's cute." You said as you poked his cheeks with your index finger. His face only got redder when you did this. All you did was giggle.

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"AAAA, DILUC HELP ME!" For some strange reason you thought a hilichurl would want to be your friend, but all it did was do a small screech-like noise before charging at you with it's club. Diluc turned around to see you running towards him faster than the wind blew...a hilichurl was behind you. He sighed before grabbing his weapon, knocking out the unintelligent being with ease. "I just wanted to be its friend..." You mumbled. The redhead chuckled at your behaviour before ruffling your hair. "You dummy. Why would you try to befriend a hilichurl?" "I don't know! It seemed lonely I guess?" You tried to fix your hair but were stopped by your boyfriend who placed a light kiss on your head instead. You smiled at the gesture. "...I love you!" You exclaimed with an even wider smile. His cheeks went as red as his hair, but he smiled sheepishly and said "...I-I love you too." Even though you're a bit of a dummy, he still loves you unconditionally. He always will.

[frogtanii]

It’s me! Wind anon! I literally just woke up from a series of naps and I’m not fully awake yet but I wanted to give my reactions as soon as possible!

Let’s start with my reaction with the vans? That was pretty straightforward actually. I think that Kuroo might be the next one to get his redemption arc? Considering Bokuto favoring YN over Meiko, I think he’d definitely try and confront YN and make sure she isn’t doing anything to hurt Bokuto. In any case I think that by the time they are going back, someone will shift from Meiko’s van to YN’s van. Maybe making the excuse of “evening numbers out more” and such if they’re the not confrontational type.

Ah...next would be Bokuto... it’s heartbreaking to see some of his beliefs? His choice of a single room because he believes needs to get better faster is not the way to go. If anything, I think room divisions should have Sakusa and Bokuto rooming together. I mean, in terms of an energy standpoint, it would make sense for Atsumu and Bokuto, but Sakusa actually knows the therapist and I believe he just has more knowledge and experience than Atsumu does regarding this. However, Atsumu wouldn’t be a bad choice at all for roommates. He still has the ability to be calm and serious, so he would definitely be quick to get help if it was needed. I feel like Kenma would definitely be a single room person though. Like, he isn’t the type of person who would be able to match up to Bokuto’s energy and he doesn’t really have the knowledge that Sakusa has so I feel like of the pairings he would be the worst? YN and Bokuto would be fine in terms of whether or not she can help him but as YN is a girl and Meiko has been shown to throw around blame, the last thing Bokuto needs is to get insulted by Meiko and isolated from the others in that group.

Next on the agenda...YN and the swimsuit. She’s so pretty. And cool. I am aro/ace so I personally am reading this more like a narrative than a self insert, so I see YN as more of her own person in a sense? I would befriend YN so much. I would give her hugs. And help her against the nonsensical spew of BS Meiko and her group throw at her. YN Supremacy!!

Next, the reactions to YN. I don’t really know what to say regarding this? Like...they are appreciating our gal sure...but they’re being a bit...ick. I dunno, I’ll end it here.

And the ending :0!!! First, aaaa what happened to Bokuto? Did Meiko do something? Besides that (not to undermine it or anything—his health and safety is indeed the top priority right now) but Kenma called and asked for YN’s help publicly. The fans would be rioting. YN has a small fan base rn, (though chances are she got some more after she was noticed to be mistreated?) but Kenma has a larger fan base if I remember correctly—and Bokuto has an even larger one. Sure, I would’ve loved to see fans react to some not serious stuff like the image YN posted of her in her swimsuit, or about their reaction towards a beach episode and the view and such, but this is serious and people have already caught on to that. Bokuto has a large enough fan base that they should know that it’s likely he isn’t treated badly by Management. So the fans are now left in a position where they don’t know anything. They would be asking YN, Kenma, maybe even the other members of the house, and there will have to be an answer to appease the masses.

Okay...I think that’s it for my reaction and analysis of the chapter? Onto my reaction to the asks and such...

Wind anon didn’t expect readers appreciating her asks and looking for them? I mean, I am flustered right now so... I am very happy though. I appreciate you all.

Next reaction... E for Everyone is so cool. I don’t know what else to say. I would 10/10 be cheering them on when they go get vengeance for our gal.

Anyway! My thoughts/headcanons are what I’ll be ending with. (I have a lots to say OvO’) so, I think there should totally be competitions of sorts between YN’s team and Meiko’s team. Not just for the beach but also when they get back. YN is able to eat well now so our gal is strong! I wanna see her best Iwaizumi in arm wrestling. I want Meiko to feel scared and wary of how she acts after.

As always, much thanks for your work! Take care of yourself. We all appreciate you lots and lots fr0ggy!

wind nonnie!!!!! i always look forward to ur asks & i know others do too!! — & i hope ur naps were good <3

i agree w ur rooming ideas (&& they may be implemented, we’ll see hehe :0) you’ve gone so in depth n it makes my heart warm!!

AKRJKE my brain is so little but ur words n thots are so big!!!!! aaannddd i’d love to see yn arm wrestle iwa LMAO hehehe

[sugastar]

They fall in love with a male

((hi there! thank you for requesting, this is such a cute request!!))

Jin

“Y/N! Could you come in here for a minute?” Jin calls from the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook from beside you snicker. “Oh no, mom’s mad at you~” Jimin teases. You then hear, “Yah! Do you not wanna eat dinner Jimin?”

You laugh at how quiet Jimin gets at that and head over to the kitchen, where Jin is chopping some vegetables. He gives you a small glance and picks up a spoon from the pot.

“I need you to taste this for me, and give me your thoughts.” He spoon-feeds you, and you let the taste develop, thinking.

Jin stares at you and feels his heartbeat a little faster. He stares at your lips, how there’s a tiny piece of the sauce stuck to it. His hand twitches, like he wants to reach out and wipe it out.

Instead, he mentally shakes the thoughts away and motions towards you of the food. You wipe it off, and smile at him, saying that it should have a little more spice to him, and bound away from the kitchen.

He blushes a little, trying to focus on the dinner. As he stirs the sauce, he tries to think that the spoon was his feelings in his heart, stirring.

Yoongi

The two of you have been internet friends for a while, and you shyly suggested to meet up.

Yoongi agreed, but the thing is, he has a small crush on you, but the other thing is, he doesn’t know that you’re actually a guy.

Well, not that really mattered to him anyway.

He waited by the airport, flowers in hand, he swears to god that he can feel sweat forming at his forehead.

And then he sees you, and he knows it’s you from you texting him that you will be wearing a red beanie with a single gray stripe through it.

Oh no, he’s in for it now.

He shyly greets you and hands you the flowers. You ask him if he’s disappointed, and he hugs you gently, whispering that you were perfect.

Hoseok

You stood in the doorway, smiling at Hoseok twirling and twisting his body to the beat of the music.

After the song finishes, he turns and smiles at you, pulling you by the arm.

“Dance with me Y/N!” He exclaims, and you laugh nervously, moving your feet carefully so you don’t step on his feet.

The music changes to a more slow song, and Hoseok brings you closer. You blush a little, avoiding his gaze.

He realizes and steps back a little. “Sorry” He whispers. You shake your head, not minding the closeness and start to take the lead.

Hoseok giggles and sways along, not minding the small giddy feeling rising from within him.

Namjoon

“Everybody make some noise!” One of the rappers exclaim. The crowd cheers, along with you and your buddy. Two other rappers come on stage, and your gaze drifts over to the tallest one.

He introduced himself as Rap Monster and starts to rap. His words and the way he gains the attention of the audience amaze you. You can’t help but feel excited and hyped.

Afterward, he and the other two walk around, people chatting with them. Rap Monster turns and looks at you, smiling. You note to yourself that he has dimples.

He walks over, introduces himself as Namjoon. You greet him and fall deep into conversation. He was amazing even off the stage, with an attractive face and philosophical words, you couldn’t help but ask for his number before you leave.

He shows you his dimples once again, and hands you his number, with a tiny squeeze to your shoulder that he has his hand on.

Jimin

You can feel arms snake around your waist and a chin on your shoulder. “Heyyy.” You turn slightly to the right and see Jimin, who’s grinning at you.

“Hey, Jiminie. Want some?” You offer your spoon to him. He opens his mouth and makes an “aaaa” sound as you bring the spoon to him.

“It’s good as always hyung~” He sings songs. You expect him to move away, but he doesn’t. In fact, his arms grip tighter around you and he nuzzles his face against your neck.

“You’re so warm.” He mumbles, and you can feel your face flush. “You’re awfully flirty today.” You comment. You can feel a smile grow on Jimin’s face.

“Well, maybe it’s because there’s a cute hyung in front of me to flirt with.” Your face blushes, even more, earning a giggle from Jimin.

Taehyung

“Hyuuuung.” A deep voice calls from behind you. You turn around, facing Taehyung. “What is it?”

“Can I cuddle you?” He whispers, making you blush a little. You nod, and he shuffles a little closer to you. “Thank you Y/N hyung.” He whispers again, closing his eyes.

You hope that your heart isn’t beating too loudly, as you think he’s asleep. You can feel his sturdy arms cling to you tightly, soft and slow breathing against your ear.

“Go to sleep.” He whispers again, making you jump slightly. Tae shuffles in bed again, pulling you closer to him. He then pats your hair and starts to him a small tune.

You close your eyes and fall asleep. He stares at your sleeping figure, leaning in close to give you the softest kiss against your hair, and falls asleep.

Jungkook

You can hear Jungkook laugh at you from across the room. “Stop laughing Kook.” You say, trying to read something on your phone. “But hyung, you look so cute!” “Doesn’t mean you should laugh at me, and I don’t appreciate being called cute.”

He walks over, and tilts his head, blocking your view of your phone. “But everything you do is so cute.” You pout, trying to move your phone away. “See? Like that. You remind of Jimin hyung.” You glare at him. “Then go tease Jimin-ah then!”

Jungkook takes a seat next to you, pinching your cheek softly. “Nope, I’m going to keep teasing my favorite hyung.” You roll your eyes. “I’m feeling the favoritism very much.” You sarcastically said.

He laughs again and flips the dog onesie hoodie over your head again. “Bark for me puppy~” You punch him lightly. “More like I’m gonna bite you instead.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t mind that too much.” He says with a straight face. You blush and go to punch him again, making him laugh once more. You start to chase him around the living room, yelling threats to him while he continues to laugh. “Love you hyung!”