#i mean atleast i have SOMEONE to hold my hand

[ostrobothnianoccultist]

I’m holding hands with my favourite boy and watching top gear

[ohbueckers]

WHAT’S MY NAME? i come alive in the nighttime. okay, away we go. only thing we have on is the radio.

THIS IS PART FOUR! pairing, paige bueckers x tutor!oc. notes, i think after this we can label paige as a crashout. this was so fun to write LMFAO. i’ll also be making a masterlist soon. warnings, minimal arguing ou… more sexual content & possessive paige? real tender or whatever.

liana sat between her two friends, their laughter mingling with the low hum of conversation around them. it had been a while since she had allowed herself to relax—her mind, atleast. no tutoring sessions, no basketball players, and, well… naomi was still there. she was always anywhere liana was, even if it wasn’t physically. paige had started to become that for her as well, but in a scarily good way. she was consuming her thoughts. tonight, however was just about good food, good drinks, and good company in a restaurant they’d been to a countless amount of times just outside of storrs, because quite frankly, there is literally nothing to do in storrs.

on her left, sat her friend amara, who was leaning back in her chair, her long faux locs cascading over her shoulders as she toyed with the silver ring in her septum. across from her was malik, dressed in his usual vibrant button-up, the fabric stretching slightly over his chest as he gestured exaggeratedly while recounting a story about his latest date. his animated storytelling along with the side notes had them both in stitches, and it felt good.

“i’m just saying, if he orders another round of oysters, i’m gonna have to start questioning his intentions,” malik teased, his grin widening as he leaned forward. amara snorted, nearly choking on her drink as she held up a hand, beginning to wave it around.

“okay, okay, but you survived, right? and now you know what to avoid on your next date,” she replied, always one to find a fair conclusion. she had one happy perspective on life, something incredibly admirable but also annoying at times. “wait… speaking of dates…”

liana froze for a second, her fork hovering over her plate of pasta. she had been waiting for this. a night out meant catching up, and catching up meant eventually diving into the complicated mess that was paige and naomi.

over the course of a few weeks, paige and liana had grown closer, sharing intimate moments that hinted at something deeper, yet never fully crossing that line. naomi, on the other hand, was becoming more aware of the growing distance between them. i mean, how could she not know? it was becoming painfully obvious liana was seeing someone else, sneaking around. but maybe she just didn’t wanna believe it.

she had been putting in more effort though, which was also an obvious factor. it was like she was holding onto something that had died out awhile ago, and while liana had found a distraction—or whatever it was, naomi just became more possessive. she always had been.

she’d been stopping by her apartment unannounced, resulting in paige having to hunch over in the closet for fifteen minutes (which the blonde still won’t let her forget), sending thoughtful, but not worth much texts, and even suggesting they spend more time together. but naomi had yet to ask the question that remained unanswered, despite it being the most important: where did they stand? and liana, in turn, didn’t have the answers… so maybe it was a good thing she hadn’t.

“what do you mean?” she asked, faking her innocence with those wide eyes, twirling some more pasta around her fork.

“liana, please spare me!” amara shouted, throwing her hands up in the air in mock surrender as she burst into laughter. her necklace caught the dim light above them, glancing at malik, who already knew what was up, then back at liana, whose quiet demeanor hadn’t gone unnoticed. “you’ve been so unusually quiet tonight, and i know exactly why. it’s because of paige, isn’t it?”

liana’s fork hovered over her plate as she looked up, trying to play it off with a shrug. but amara wasn’t having it.

“doooon’t even try to deny it,” she continued, leaning forward on her elbows. “you didn’t even know her a few weeks ago, and now she’s all you think about. and might i add, she’s paige bueckers of all people. like, i can’t believe my bestfriend is climbing that coconut tree.”

liana began to hide her head in her hands, elbows propped up on the table. “amara!” her smile was infectious, and despite her attempt to scold her friend, she couldn’t help but let it slip. amara grinned back, knowing she had hit a nerve.

“you ever talk to naomi about… all this?” there it was.

liana’s smile faltered for a moment. “not really. i mean, not directly.”

malik raised an eyebrow from his spot across from the two girls. “not directly?” he repeated, clearly not aware. “y’all still haven’t talked?”

liana sighed, her fingers toying with the edge of her napkin. “we’ve talked… but not about this. not about where we’re headed, what we’re doing. she’s trying, but—”

“but it’s not the same,” amara finished for her, her tone softening. “i get it. things got weird after… you know. but maybe talking it out would help.”

liana nodded, though she wasn’t convinced. she knew her friends had their history with naomi too, so it made sense as to why they’d try and help her out, even if it was just a little bit. they were the ones who had introduced them, after all. naomi knew her better than anyone before paige, but now… paige might just be stepping her up.

malik chimed in, swirling his drink lazily, the ice clinking against the glass. his eyes were half-lidded, a sure sign it was time to get out of there before he had one too many. “i’ve never really seen her with any girl. paige, i mean. like, ever. she’s always got that ‘untouchable’ vibe, you know? like she’s too focused on basketball to even bother.”

he wasn’t exactly wrong, and everyone knew it—but liana, seemingly always out of the loop and a homebody for that matter, didn’t. she went in completely blind, only to come out knowing everything. the blonde definitely did have her fun, but liana was indeed different.

amara picked up her own drink, grinning ear to ear. “and yet, she’s in your phone. clearly, you’re the exception.” she was just glad the topic had changed.

liana shrugged, trying to play it cool even though her insides were twisting. “i don’t know about that.”

malik laughed, shaking his head. “nah, you definitely are. trust me.”

liana smiled, a rather lazy one, but her mind was already elsewhere, thinking about paige. she pulled out her phone, her fingers itching to text her. it was almost funny how she hadn’t had any desire to reach out to naomi, like this blonde had swept in and made her forget. they had been messaging on and off throughout the night, nothing serious—just a few jokes, some comments about her day. but now, with the alcohol in her system and the her friends’ words fresh in her brain, she found herself wanting to reach out again.

she unlocked her phone, the screen lighting up with their latest conversation. paige had just sent her a picture of her sneakers—beat-up and covered in scuff marks after hours of practice.

You’re the one with the endorsements, remember?

😂 True, true.

You made it home yet?

liana glanced around the table, watching as malik and amara engaged in a slightly tipsy debate about whatever was on their minds. she smiled to herself before typing out her response.

We’re about to head out and call an Uber soon, so I’ll call you when I get home.

paige’s reply came almost immediately.

Let me come get you.

You’ve had a long day. You don’t need to do all that.

Liana dpmo 😂

You know I wanna see you

I’ll be there in 5.

she hesitated, looking at her friends once again who were now deep in conversation. she laughed softly at the pure absurdity of her situation, sending a quick reply before locking her phone and slipping it back into her pocket. “alright, guys. change of plans. paige is coming to get us.”

amara raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on her face. “look at that, getting the vip treatment! could get used to this.” she nudged her, eliciting a playful glare from liana who was all around pretty tipsy and ready to go, but the thought of seeing paige tonight made things a little better. maybe she really did have her wrapped around her finger, or she was just lucky. perhaps both.

a few minutes later, they were outside, huddled together against the cool air that november brought. liana spotted paige’s car pulling up, and as the headlights washed over them, she felt her pulse quicken. when the car came to a stop, paige stepped out, rounding the corner and looking effortlessly good in a simple black hoodie and jeans. her hair was tied back in a low bun, and she flashed the three in front of her a smile.

“y’all ready?” paige asked. she hadn’t even looked tired, like she woke herself up for this.

amara blinked up at paige as she approached. “you’re taller in person,” she said, squinting as if trying to confirm it.

“it’s the shoes. but i am all legs,” paige entertained, helping amara into the car before making sure malik was good himself. once everyone was settled, liana climbed into the passenger seat beside paige, who gave her a quick glance as she started to fasten her seatbelt.

the car rumbled to life, and as paige pulled out of the parking lot, the conversation in the backseat continued, but liana found herself more focused on the subtle shifts in paige��s demeanor—the way her fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, the small smirk that lingered on her lips. she was nervous. or anticipating something.

the rest of the car ride was pretty silent as malik and amara’s laughter and voices gradually faded into sleepy murmurs in the backseat, neither paige nor liana wanting to break it, knowing there were things better left unsaid while her friends were still in the car. even though, with the way amara was slumped against the door and malik’s head was tilted back, they probably wouldn’t have acknowledged or remembered much of anything by morning.

paige had her elbow leaned against the door, fingers stroking her chin as she drove with her opposite hand. it was a casual, almost absent-minded gesture, but it still held liana’s attention. she tried not to stare, but the small bit of alcohol she’d had made it harder to care. she seemed deep in thought—her eyes fixed on the road but her mind clearly elsewhere.

when they finally arrived at the dorms, liana turned in her seat to make sure her friends were okay to walk themselves. malik was already half out of the car, mumbling something incoherent as he navigated his way to the door. amara followed behind him, offering a tired wave to paige’s cracked window as she mumbled, “thanks for the ride, superstar.”

the blonde chuckled, waiting a few before pulling off. liana’s apartment was a bit of a ride from campus, but she found it less hectic to have her own space. “still can’t believe paige bueckers made time for me tonight,” liana said softly, almost teasingly, as she let her eyes wander wherever they wanted to go.

paige glanced over at her, one eyebrow raised in jocularity. “i always make time for you.” she hesitated, letting her shuffled music play through the car for a brief moment. “a four hour practice today, and i couldn’t resist seeing you before tomorrow.” and it was true. between all the practices, the games, and everything else pulling her in different directions, she had still made time for liana.

paige was used to getting what she wanted. not that she ever had to really try, it just happened. so the fact that liana was toying with her, in knowing of it or not, fully and completely messed with her brain. on the court, she could control the game, dictate the pace, and make split-second decisions that would leave her opponents scrambling. off the court, it wasn’t much different. with liana, she thought she’d be able to break her barriers down from the moment their first tutoring session ended, and she did in a way, but there was one that still needed to be tore down, and the fact that it wasn’t exactly easy frustrated her… because the barrier was a person, and a person is a hard obstacle.

the thought of liana’s smile, her laugh, the way she’d tilt her head slightly when she was really listening… it all made paige crave her more. the little things. and knowing that naomi had access to that and much more before she’d even met her, made her blood boil. yes, maybe they weren’t exactly together, but her teammates had really gotten into her head about the history thing, and the truth was, it did matter. it made things complicated. made it so that paige couldn’t just step in and take what she wanted without consequence. without someone getting hurt.

the conversation shifted, liana going on about her day as she leaned against the headrest. she made sure to leave out conversation details, but when paige was comfortable, she was one to prodde… and let’s just say blondie is already real comfortable.

“so, you didn’t talk about me?” paige pressed, her tone light and all-around teasing. normal.

liana’s usual wide eyes were lower and more lidded tonight, meeting paige’s with a growing smile. “is that so hard to believe?”

paige laughed, shaking her head. “it’s hard to believe because it isn’t true.”

they shared a look before liana looked away, rolling her eyes. the blonde licked her lips, stroking her chin once again as she thought about the next question. the one she really wanted to ask.

“talk about naomi, too?” paige asked casually, trying to keep her voice steady, almost as if it didn’t matter to her.

liana’s smile faltered slightly, and paige noticed. that small hesitation, the brief change in her expression—it told her more than words ever could. paige had learned that she was bad at hiding that. it made her think about how long she could keep this from naomi.

“yeah, a little,” liana admitted, her voice softening as she glanced out the window. her mind flashed to the conversation she’d had with amara and malik earlier. the part where naomi had been brought up and dissected, the part she’d deliberately left out when talking to paige just now.

the taller girl’s grip tightened a tad on the steering wheel, not purposefully… almost instinct. of course she did.

paige hesitated for a moment, choosing her next words carefully. she didn’t want to push too hard, but the question had been on her mind for a while, lingering in the background of their conversations. it finally slipped out, almost too casual, yet loaded with everything she was feeling.

“have you?”

it was a vague and simple question, but it required a longer response.

liana turned her head away from the window, her eyes narrowing slightly as she faced her. “why, paige?” her tone was a little sharper, mainly because she didn’t expect paige to force this type of reply out of her. she knew what she was getting at, but she wasn’t about to make it easy for her.

paige let out a breathy, frustrated laugh, shaking her head. “man…” she stopped herself in attempt not to raise her voice. “you gon’ fix that attitude around me, liana. i’m just askin’. just wanna know if… y’know… if she came up. that’s all.” her was on the road, but liana could see the way she subtly shifted in her seat, her knee angling outward as she manspreaded just slightly.

liana’s jaw tightened, and suddenly the dashboard was the most interesting thing ever. “you already know the answer.” her voice was a mumble, and you can believe she indeed fixed that attitude after being asked.

paige’s lips pressed into a thin line, running a hand down her face. “aight, cool. just makin’ sure.” she tried to brush it off, masking it as that being the only thing she wanted out of her question as they pulled up in front of liana’s place.

the car fell into silence, the engine the only sound being heard as paige shifted into park. she leaned back in her seat, exhaling slowly, trying to cool down atleast a little bit before either of them spoke. she clasped her hands together in the area her open legs left her, gazing down. she hated feeling like this—out of control. because although she was upset, there wasn’t much she could do about it.

liana sighed herself, uncomfortable with the tension their words had brought. the situation had sobered her just enough as she unbuckled her seatbelt, but didn’t move to get out. instead, she looked over at paige, her expression soft. “you really want me to stay clear of naomi?”

paige turned her head, meeting liana’s eyes with a quickness. that was all she wanted, she just knew she couldn’t be the one to say it. “i mean… i ain’t gonna lie, it’d be nice. but you grown. do what you want.”

“shut up.” liana rolled her eyes at the nonchalant act, a small smile tugging at her lips. “you and your half-ass answers.”

paige chuckled. it seemed like her smile was enough to make her forget about everything as she reached out to brush a stray curl from liana’s face. “nah, i’m serious, though. i just—” her voice trailed off, and liana could see the conflict in her eyes, tilting her head a little as if daring her to finish her sentence. let her be vulnerable.

before she could overthink it, liana leaned in, her lips brushing against paige’s, testing the waters. the blonde responded instantly, her hand sliding to liana’s neck, holding it gently as she deepened the kiss. the intensity spiked, eyebrows furrowed as they attempted to devour every bit of each other, heads leaning in opposite directions.

liana shifted, climbing over the center console and straddling paige’s lap which had become her designated spot at this point, her fingers sprawled out on her shoulders. paige groaned, her hands gripping liana’s hips as she pulled her closer, glancing down at where their bodies met. the kiss turned hungrier, more desperate.

paige’s hands roamed over liana’s body, exploring the curve of her waist before slipping down to her ass, squeezing possessively. she immediately got back to work, using her hand to tilt her head to the side for better access to her neck. liana gasped softly when she felt paige’s lips linger in one spot, then the slight sting of her teeth as she bit down gently, marking her up.

“p, did you just leave a hickey?” liana asked, completely breathless as she touched the marks on her neck.

“mmhm. a few, baby.” her voice was a low murmur, but the girl atop her had managed to make it out. she trailed her lips back up to liana’s catching her mouth in another kiss. the car felt like it was getting smaller, and definitely hotter. liana’s hands moved up under paige’s hoodie, fingers brushing over her abs before reaching her breasts. paige groaned into the kiss, her breath hitching at her touch. she was being drove to the absolute edge with this girl.

her grip on liana tightened, pulling her even closer, and the kiss deepened, both of them losing themselves in the moment, as if nothing else existed outside of that car. but then liana pulled back slightly, her breathing ragged, her eyes shifting between paige’s eyes and lips. “‘m gonna tell her.”

paige blinked, momentarily disoriented by the sudden shift in conversation. “what?”

“naomi,” liana clarified, glancing down at her hands. “i’m gonna talk to her. end it,” she repeated more clearly.

paige’s heart pounded in her chest, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. was it really that easy, all she had to do was ask? she didn’t respond right away, just kissed her harder, almost like she was sealing the promise between them. liana responded just as eagerly, fingers curling into the fabric of paige’s hoodie as if she needed to hold on to something solid.

it was only when they both pulled back for what felt like the millionth time that night to talk, breathless and flushed, that liana realized paige had whispered something else—something she couldn’t quite make out. she opened her mouth to ask, but paige was already leaning back, her eyes searching liana’s face. “can i come up?” her voice was softer now, hesitant.

liana hesitated herself, stopping her movements. since ted’s they’d done a lot, clearly, but had never really took it all the way. she wasn’t sure paige was even aware of why. she needed more time.

“not tonight.” she saw a look of slight disappointment on the blonde’s face, and made sure to add that it would be soon. they’d need to find a right time, and right now, while there were still some things to sort out, it wouldn’t have been good.

paige chuckled, nodding against the headrest. “alright. soon.”

[princessbrunette]

imagine it’s like a week to valentine’s day and reader is pouty rafe hasn’t asked her but he just assumed they’re automatically each other’s valentines but reader doesn’t think that so shes just like :(((

maybe i can do angst cos omg ……..

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you waited n waited all of february for him to ask, even up until the night before. you knew grand gestures in a relationship wasn’t exactly his vibe, unless of course he’s threatening to kill someone for you— but you thought he’d atleast ask. you’ve spent the day with him, waiting for him to pop the question and now he’s dropping you home, pulling up outside your house.

you stare out the window, before turning to look at him.

“see you tomorrow, yeah?” he eyes you, a little confused by your unusual quietness. you stare at him for another moment before bursting into tears. “hey— hey? woah? the fuck just happened?” his eyes widen, tilting his head to get a better look at you.

“why—” you hiccup. “why don’t you want me t’be your valentine?”

“wh—” he has the audacity to laugh, closing his eyes for a moment in disbelief before squinting at you. “so— so, lemme get this straight— we’ve been dating for, how long now? you got me talkin’ your ear off about how i’m gonna put a ring on your finger one day, fuckin’… fill you up with babies, but you think i’m not your valentine?”

“you’re supposed to ask me.” you mewl and he closes his mouth, looking around as he collects himself, running a hand over his jaw.

“i-i didn’t know i was supposed to. alright— i’m-i’m kinda new to all this shit, baby you’re the first fuckin’ girl i’ve taken seriously in forever n’i’m expected to know this shit straight off the bat without you tellin’ me? ‘n i’m the bad guy?” he rants, pointing to himself with both hands which prompts you to swiftly open your door and get out the car, shoulders wracking with sobs as you walk toward you car. “shit.” he whispers between grit teeth before punching his steering wheel and yanking his door open, walking around the car to follow you.

“okay— hey, look at me. stop, stop.” he jogs to catch up, appearing infront of you, holding you by the arms to stop you from walking. you look down, sniffling and he sighs, wiping the tears away. “look i… i shouldn’t have said that, okay? i just— i lost my temper ‘cus… i feel like i’m not doin’ right by you when i’m really trying i mean i got the reservations and the flowers and everything for tomorrow…i just…” he explains helplessly, brows furrowed. you look up at him, and he can tell you’re feeling swayed by his explanation.

he clears his throat. “so, uh… will you be my valentine please?”

you can’t help it, a smile breaks out on your face even despite the sassy way he said it, nodding your head. you sniff, batting your wet eyelashes at him.

“yeah.”

“yeah? not gonna freak out on me again?” his own smile starts to build and you shake your head happily. “alright. good.” he pinches your cheeks and presses a long kiss to your forehead before pulling back, pointing a finger at you. “so i’ll pick you up tomorrow, yeah? wear something pretty for me alright?”

you seem satisfied enough and he watches you skip off happily before he saunters back to his car, climbing in and sighing, resting his arms on the steering wheel. “you are so fucking whipped, man.” he drawls to himself.

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[katsukiiizbf]

𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝..?

with xiao & wanderer...

somebody give this man a hug istg

hes traumatised. like??? having your friends killed is enough -- BUT THERES MORE?! like someone give him a break pls MY GOD

Anyway, itll take him a long time to open up, especially if your human (vision having or not) because of his karmic dept.

Once youve gained his trust through almond tofu, the barriers will slowly break down. It’ll probably start with him randomly appearing to gift you something once in awhile, or watching you from afar when your traveling.

then he’d develop feelings, acting with you how he does the traveler, more open, friendly. he’d appear out of nowhere just to talk to you.

but after endless days of his pining, he’ll kiss the back of your hand goodbye, a faint blush on his cheeks as he faces away from you, vanishing into the night -- left with the cool breeze against your fuming cheeks and butterflies in your stomach.

so yes, he is your baby girl, but with too much baggage for just him to carry.

oh? another dark haired anime boy with trauma? add that one to the list-- so yeah, hes traumatized, i mean no shit sherlock?? i lowkey felt bad for him during the sumeru archon quest :((

he’d obviously be distant at first, actively pushing you away (unlike xiao) in an attempt to avoid being abandoned again. But the stubborn side of you dosent give up.

you begin to follow him around like a lost puppy, no matter how much he complains. Wanderers delusions of ’i dont enjoy their company!’ quickly fade away when after months of traveling with you, you get a fever.

Despite his icy nature and sharp tongue, he finds that he genuinely cares for you, replacing the wet towel on your forehead, holding your hand when you seem to be in pain -- flushing when you wake up momentarily to feel his touch.

Hell gaze into your eyes while you stare into teyvats star-littered sky, admiring your beauty -- love?! No! No way! He could never fall for you and your stupid hair!

At this point hes beyond in denial -- delusional.

even nahida has caught on, the god who wishes to feel like a human does.

but once you prove you wont leave him, wont abandon him like he has been oh so many times before, his walls come crashing down -- atleast for you. His recognition of his feelings begins his downward spiral of finding the right time to confess.

a/n: requests are open!! and can someone give scara a hug :(((

[lucszli]

Having a Dottore segment fall for you –

Part 2 !

part 1 :

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; Being in a relationship with Zandik definitely wasn't your usual fairytale love story. You never imagined that your first boyfriend would be someone like him, but that doesn't mean you'd choose anyone else in the world over him.

• You thought you were inexperienced with romance, but upon realizing how inexperienced Zandik was?

• You had to take the obligation of teaching him basic things, such as what love even is, and what lovers are, and what they do.

• You definitely didn't expect him to try and kiss you as soon as you explained what kissing is and the fact that couples usually do it.

• “I thought we were supposed to kiss?” He would ask, innocently tilting his head while you were all flustered up, having to explain that it wasn't necessarily something you two had to do. (Atleast, not yet..!)

• Honestly, for a genius, you were stumped that there was a topic even he was unsure about.

• As the days passed, you noticed he was slowly becoming clingier to you.

• At first, it was small things, like purposely sitting close enough to you so that your bodies would touch, or not moving when your hands brushed.

• When he first initiated holding your hand, you felt yourself smile so wide that it probably looked creepy.

• ... He almost felt worried because he's never seen that expression on you before, but you told him it was a good thing.

• As far as you knew, Zandik would also sneak out just to see you. You were still not that familiar with his family situation, but you assumed it may be similar to yours.

• After all, your parents didn't even notice (or care for that matter) that you were sneaking out practically everyday. Since you still see him, you assumed that his dad hadn't noticed as well.

• Oh, how unfortunately wrong you were.

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“[Name.]” You heard Zandik's voice from behind you, and you turned around and smiled at him. “Zandik, hi! I missed you.” You said without really thinking, and you both awkwardly looked away, either from embarrassment or being flustered. “..Me too.” he paused, looking at the basket you were holding in your hands. “Oh? What's this?”

You got over the initial embarrassment (due to not being used to saying things like that yet,) and went closer to him to grab his hand, and started walking towards your usual spot. “Oh, I thought we could have a picnic! We usually just sit and talk together, which is fine, but.. It would be nice if we did something else,” you explained, letting go of his hand to place the basket down.

Zandik watched as you set up the picnic blanket and started laying out a variety of food on it. “Did you cook all this, [name]?” he asked, kneeling down next to you to help you set up. You smiled at him and nodded. "Mhm! I'm sorry if it's not that good.. I'm not really the best cook, but I usually cook for myself.”

He only nodded in response, but this simple gesture was enough to make him feel that same warmth he was still unfamiliar with. This was the first time someone cooked for him specifically.

You two sat next to eachother, indulging in the food that you made. There were times when you would feed him the food or vice versa, and even if Zandik tried to look annoyed by this, you could tell he was enjoying it atleast.

Time passed by quick, and the sound of laughter and talking filled the atmosphere, as it usually did. Even if you two talked for hours everyday, it was like you never ran out of things to talk about. Once the food was finished, you both cleaned up and put the containers back in the basket.

You set it off to the side, and sat back down next to him. “So.. was my food acceptable?” you laughed nervously, worried whether he actually enjoyed it or if he was just pretending for your sake. “Hm.. It was rather pleasant to eat. Good job.” he replied, same seemingly blank expression as always, but from the twinkle in his eyes, you could tell he was actually happy with it.

You sighed in relief, before smiling again. "That's great! If you want, I can cook for you more.”

You two fell in a comfortable silence at some point, and you held his hand, leaning your head against him to truly enjoy the moment. He didn't make any movements of protest, so you took that as your sign that it was okay for you to be this close to him. Moments like this were a little rare, as you were a bit too shy to initiate any physical touch; so you were glad that he was accepting it.

Zandik was looking out at nothing in particular, just happy that he was with you. If he had to be honest with himself, he was still a little nervous about this whole ordeal with you.

He was worried about what could possibly happen if the others found out about you, what could happen if prime found out. Would he be tossed out for being a defect? Or worse, what if something happened to you?

Since he'd sneak out the lab everyday, he was worried at first that someone would eventually notice, but since he's been doing it for so long, he decided not to worry too much. It's been fine up until this point, what could possibly happen, right?

He glanced over at you, and he could feel his lips turning up ever so slightly in a smile when he saw that smile you'd always give him. Nobody's ever looked at him like that before, and he wasn't sure what you saw in him to look at him like that, but he had no complaints.

The moment just felt right, and he recalled what you explained about kissing and how couples did it. You turned it down the first time, but he had a feeling you wouldn't if he tried again right now.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your lips. It was a chaste kiss, your lips being pressed together for only a few seconds.

When he pulled away, he couldn't hold back a chuckle from the expression you had on your face. When you started to ramble on about how that was your first kiss (and his), and other things that didn't really make sense to him, he only looked at you in admiration until you finally calmed down, looked back at him and gave him a kiss back.

If his feelings for you made him a defect, he wouldn't mind being seen as one any day.

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• You two eventually parted ways before it got too dark, and you hugged him goodbye before heading back home.

• He stayed in place until you were out of sight to make sure you were safe, atleast.

• When he got back to the lab, he went on his usual route to stay out of sight.

• He didn't expect to be greeted by prime. He almost flinched, but luckily he held it back.

• He was about to just walk away, assuming it was just a mere coincidence before hearing a question he was dreading to be asked.

• “Would you care to explain where have you been going all this time?”

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Authors note : Boom, part two ! I hope you guys enjoyed this, I wanted to make it sweet. :) Thank you to everyone who read part one, and I'll definitely be posting more parts. Maybe 1 or 2 more?

side note: this isn't proofread, apologies for any mistakes !!

[mangosrar]

cerebral

matt sturniolo x fem reader

this isn’t proof read 😛😛

suggestive ???

i knew this would happen. it happened with the last guy i went on a date with, and the guy before that. they just werent him. it was such a horrible feeling to sit across from someone in a restaurant searching their face for a more familiar one, one that had memories etched into his smile lines, one that had a piece of you with him. but the feeling of having him, but not being abel to have him, wasnt much better.

it was hard, finding the middle ground between my ex and my best friend. we both promised that if we ever broke up nothing would change between us. but it did. i was more cautious of him. i picked my words carefully when they left my mouth. i studied his body language whenever i was close to him. he was like a ticking time bomb. he could be set off at any minute.

lazy footsteps could be heard before i saw matt pad his way into my living room before he plopped himself down next to me. he let himself in. of course he did. he leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees before turning to look at me with a sad smile on his face.

"you okay?" his voice was hushed. like if he spoke too loud i might shatter. i just nodded with a gloomy smile on my face.

"so why do you look so sad y/n?" he knew me so well and i hated it. i couldnt differentiate wether he knew me so well because he was my bestfriend for so long, or if because he was the love of my life at one point.

"just the date. i dont think you wanna hear about it" i let out a sad laugh as i spoke. his eyebrows furrowed for a second before he replied.

"youre still my bestfriend y/n. just because youre my ex too doesn’t mean you cant tell me about the new guys" he sounded genuine. like he didnt care about the new guys. like he wasnt mad about them. but he should be. i wish he was. i wish he was repulsed at the thought of me ever being able to move on from him. but he wasnt. i kept my eyes trained to the ground. there was a heavy silence as he searched my face. i could feel his wandering eyes burning holes into me. like he could see straight into my brain.

"he called me cerebral matt" i paused, eyes still boring holes into the carpet beneath me. "i didnt even know what it meant" i raised my eyebrows and let out a huff of air through my nose. "would it have killed him to call me pretty instead?" i finally looked up at matt to see his eyes still on me. a look on his face that i couldnt decipher. i hated that he could see my walls crumbling.

"you are pretty y/n" he cooed, his voice so sickly sweet. matts hand moved onto my leg. rubbing slow circles with his thumb. i hated this. i hated that he could sit there and tell me this and not be mine. how could he promise to soften every edge and hold the world to its best when he was killing me.

"you cant say thing like this matt" i pushed his hand off my leg and just like that the walls were built back up again. his eyes dropped to his hand that was now slumped onto the sofa then back up to my face. he knew this was coming.

"why not?" he knew why. he just wanted to hear me say it. i paused momentarily. weighing up my options. deciding wether to say the real reason or to just leave it hanging in the air and say something that we both know is a lie. i didnt know where i stood with matt. he would treat me like in still his girlfriend in some ways, caring for me, being a shoulder for me to cry on and always being there to hold my hand when i needed him to, but he would drop it after a few seconds, leaving cold, heart shaped scars in his wake.

"because im still in love with you" tears were threatening to spill as i spoke. his face didnt move a fraction. he didnt even blink, just staring at me like he was deep in thought. this was old news for him and he probably could have beat me to it but atleast he was kind enough to let me say it. matt didnt even speak. he just kept staring at me as he brought a gantle hand up to the side of my face.

before i could even pull his hand off my face his lips were on mine. i didnt have the type of self control to pull away. i leaned into him, craving the closeness, luckily he got the hint and pulled me into his lap so i was straddling him and the kiss grew heavy, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, his wandering hands grabbing and groping whatever skin he could. he moved his mouth off mine and began trailing wet kisses down my neck and jawline making my breath hitch and my eyes close.

he began sucking and biting the skin on the side of my neck making me while. my hands found home in his hair, tugging softly, earning a satisfied hum from matt before he spoke against me.

"lets just get back together mh?" i was so lost in the way his lips felt on my skin i didnt even register what he had said until a few seconds later. i immediately pulled his head away from me and stared at him with wide eyes.

"what?" surprise evident in the sound of my voice.

"i dont see what the problem is, we both still love each other and i hate seeing you go on dates with shitty guys so why not?" i couldnt even reply to him. i just stared at him with my wouth hung open. what the fuck.

"if you dont want to, ill stop, but if you do, just say the words and ill give you whatever you want." he sounded so sure.

"yes" that was all he needed before he smirked and brought his lips to mine again, kissing me, hot and heavy.

the kiss was sloppy and desperate, both of us urgent for a touch we craved so badly. he ground his hips up, pressing his hard on into my heat making me whine into his mouth. i felt him smile against my lips before he kissed down my chin and throat before licking a stripe up it, pulling a moan from me, causing my hips to stutter against his involuntarily.

make up sex is good for the soul.

pt 2 coming soon an it’s spicy 🤓

taglist: @christinarowie332 @biimpanicking @soursturniolo @freshlovehacker @urmyslxt @kitaysworld @kvtie444 @chrisenthusiast @flowerxbunnie @mattsd0ll @itsjennarose @hearttshapedkisses @lovingsturniolo

[beforeimdeceased]

I’m actually in LOVE with crybaby!!! It’s so good😫😫😫

CRYBABY! - (E.W) PT8, FINAL PART!

pairing: mean/cruel ellie x sensitive/emotional reader.

synopsis: you weren’t you anymore.

a/n: it’s so over…thank you all for the love you’ve shown crybaby! i’m happy to say i’m actually proud of something i’ve written, for the first time in a long time. thank you for reading and for all your comments and support! tags: @skylerwhitwyo

you’re a crisis of my faith

masterlist.

you weren’t you anymore. you weren’t you when abby opened the door to find you and ellie tangled together in an illicit affair. you weren’t you when you looked into her eyes, saw the pain and agony, and asked her if she didn’t mind closing the door. that you were busy doing something.

you weren’t you because you didn’t chase after her when she left. because you didn’t apologize, you just went on as you were. forgetting. you went on forgetting all the way home in her car. melting the pain away, filling the silence with meaningless conversation she was too upset to engage in. knuckles white while she gripped the steering wheel.

you’re not yourself.

at first it was fun to let go with ellie. she liked that you didn’t care anymore. that you could joke around with each other. that she didn’t have to walk on eggshells with you. or atleast, that’s how she felt. until she was missing you on tour one night.

alone in a bar, waiting for dina and jesse, she came across someone that looked as doe eyed as you used to be. her heart started to sink when she skipped over.

another bar, years ago. when you’d caught her after another show in which she’d made a mistake. you came to her with flowers from a fan and a note. “hey ellie this is—“

“fuck i’m such a fucking idiot.” she blurts. you sigh, anticipating a string of curses and insults, but she sees the note and the flowers. “what’s this?”

“it’s a note from a fan, she didn’t get to catch you before you ran off.”

she holds her hand out and you place the piece of paper in it. standing as you hold the flowers. watching her read it.

this is the first concert i’ve been to in a while and i just want to say thank you so much. i struggle a lot with social anxiety and big crowds and stuff but i really wanted to see you. i’ve been a fan since i found your guy’s cover of take on me on soundcloud and it struck a deep chord within me. you’re amazing, you know that, but i just wanted to tell you that. just in case you forget.

— your biggest fan

you hand her the flowers, pretending not to see her tears. pretending not to feel teary eyed yourself. because you’d never seen her sad cry. you’ve seen her angry cry plenty of times, but never fix her face into a frown and let the strains of tears overflow. you look away as sadness fills the space between you.

“you’re ellie williams right?” the doe eyed girl brings her back to the present. she nods. “in the flesh.”

it only took a couple drinks and ellie’s charms to lure her away from the crowded area. nestled in the corner of the bar, ellie latching her mouth onto the girls neck. imagining your body in place of hers. pretending her moans were yours. wishing that she was you.

she’d felt dirty after she finished, a feeling that was entirely new to her. you both weren’t obligated to only be with each other after that night in the bathroom, but she couldn’t get you out of her mind. maybe it was because the girl reminded her of you? then she remembered that you weren’t like that anymore. that you had completely changed.

when tour ended and the group returned home, you took it upon yourself to throw a party. the old you would have gone for a small get together at your house, with the three of them and donuts, but the new you was leaning towards some club soirée.

you were excited to show everyone more of the new you. a new style to match your new personality. a new way of living to replace your old one. completely killing the girl you’d been before.

you met them at dina and jesse’s place, ensuring you’d be there the second they got off the tour bus. excitedly rushing over to give them a hug, and ellie an awkward handshake. they look you up and down, taking in your changed appearance with concern. “new clothes?” jesse speaks up.

“new me.” you shrug, helping them carry their bags up.

when everything is settled in, they all grab a seat on the couch. you slump into their loveseat, sighing. “so there’s this party...”

dina shakes her head. “no no absolutely not. i love you, but god we’re exhausted. no party tonight.”

“it’s tomorrow. it’s your welcome back party.” the corner of your mouth twitches. “i want to sleep for atleast a week.” dina huffs. “i need to go shower right now actually.” she gets up, placing a kiss on your forehead when she passes by. jesse does the same, following behind her.

you don’t take offense to it. this might’ve hurt you a little bit in the past, feeling stupid for planning a party when it’d make sense that they want to rest. now, you didn’t care. you could party by yourself. you could party with ellie.

you look over at her, and she looks like a wounded stray. like she’s guilty of something she didn’t do. you get up and join her in place of the lovebirds. a wide smile on your face. “are you gonna come to the party?”

she breathes. “maybe. i don’t know yet.”

it’s silent for a beat. you pull out your phone and she remembers the day she took it. the agony in your voice when you were asking for it back. the day she made you cry. she shakes away the thought.

“how about we play a game?”

the peace you were experiencing in the moment felt foreign. it’s been years since you had a chance to have quality time with ellie. without her ruining it, ofcourse. it was almost like those first few weeks back when you met. playing all the board games lodged in the bookshelf of jesse’s parent’s place. before him and dina had moved in together.

these were those very same games. monopoly, sorry, connect four, and more. you settled on connect floor, crisscrossing your legs on the floor. she joins you, getting comfortable.

“i’ll keep score!” you offer, going to your phone’s notes. before you can do much about it, you realize that it’s shutting off because the battery is low. you lodge it into your back pocket and shrug, grabbing an empty envelope off of the couples counter. “my phones dead, i’ll just write it.”

then you’re making a t chart, and ellie feels as if all the air is being kicked out of her lungs. your handwriting is the same as the one that was on that letter.

but that can’t be true, right? this is the same fan who’s been writing her for years. this is handwriting that’s been on signs held up at shows. the handwriting on a small cluster of loyal groupie’s handmade tshirts.

but surely she’d have noticed this before. you’d written in front of her before, right? memories were fuzzily being put back together in the moment. your unfiltered and unconditional love for her. your kindness that you’d extended even when she was mean to you. even when she was cruel.

even when you’d had enough of the tear filled nights and decided you needed time away. you still asked how ellie was, she could hear it on the other side of the fucking phone. when you were talking to dina and jesse. when you were communicating love through them to her.

you called all those rehab centers to get her help, that’s how jesse had found one so fast. you left her meds on the table for her the next morning, not dina. it was your voice telling her she’d had enough. it was you, being brave enough to take her verbal lashings because you knew if she didn’t take it out on you, she would take it out on herself.

it was you, it was always you. she was remembering now.

“ellie?”

you look away from the paper to find her crying. crying because the you that was always there, had slipped between her nimble fingers. had melted into the cracks of hatred. she was crying because she realized why she was feeling out of sorts. she hadn’t gotten a letter this week.

a letter from—well, you.

she wanted to yell at you. to scream at you. to call you stupid for staying around when you know how she is. she wanted to curse herself for getting you to let your guard down with a fake apology, and fucking it up all over again. for pushing you past your breaking point.

“i don’t wanna play anymore.” she felt disgusting. she felt like she was going to be sick. “ellie what’s the matter—“

she’s hyperventilating now, watching as you slowly slide towards her. extending your arms while you try to catch her in a hug. she thought back to the days she called you useless. called you pathetic. called you a crybaby.

you hold her, and it’s the first time she’s ever truly felt held. the first time she’s in your arms and she’s sober. the first time she’s in your arms and she feels sorry. truly, terribly sorry.

you pull her in closer to you, turning her onto her side so you can rub your thumb across her cheek. wiping some of her tears away. she begins to cry even harder, but you don’t push her away. even when your pants are soaked and snotty. you let her lay there, and cry into you.

[solarnomoon]

ice ice baby - park sunghoon

the first time you went ice skating you almost fell. thankfully a taller guy was there to catch you. surprise surprise, of course it had to be sunghoon, king of the school, ice prince, whatever.

pairing >>> sunghoon x male reader

tags >>> college au, fluff, strangers to friends to more than friends (lovers?), ice skating, falling, idfk, sunghoon being a little forward

author's note >>> LOL hello i apologize for dying. i realize how much i miss this account and ive just been itching to come back so here i am

you knew coming to the ice rink was a mistake to begin with. i mean, come on, your ass was a fucking ice skating virgin: you'd never been before, so why would you even bother starting now?

alas, your best friend had stayed up all night watching yuzuru hanyu videos and all of a sudden, he felt the urge to begin ice skating, compelling you that it's "a calling" and if you guys didn't "drive to partake in the artistic media form that is ice skating" then you'd "lose the individuality that the human spirit guides us with."

...whatever that means.

at least he paid for you! a win's a win sometimes.

"c'mon y/n, you have to get off the railing at some point!" sunoo calls to you, skating in reverse to watch you. the edge had become your safety net, allowing you to actually move somewhat on the ice. sunoo on the other hand had somehow become a pro within the 15 minutes since you guys arrived, being able to skate forwards, backwards, eyes closed, anything possible. he even started gaining an understanding of how to spin, and was attempting to learn how to execute an axel.

you were still just trying to walk normally, not knowing how to know the difference between skating and walking. "sunoo, unfortunately i cannot let go of this fucking railing or i will die."

the boy just laughs at you, eyes rolling back. "you're exaggerating, just let go for one second!" you watch as he leaves you, gliding along the ice as if it was simply made for him.

building up the confidence, you finally stray away from the railing, letting go of your one protection spell from you upright and you on the floor. as you float along the ice, you feel that sense of freedom that sunoo was pestering you about, and you speed up, the skates on your feet becoming an outlet for your vitality.

but unfortunately, you were not yuzuru hanyu, nor were you kim sunoo. you misplace one foot, causing an imbalance in your body. you knew this was it. in front of all of these people, atleast 4 500 for sure, you were going to literally eat shit and die.

as you begin to fall, you brace for impact and close your eyes, but the collapse never happens, and instead, you feel someone's body holding yours, catching the impending descent to the ice.

"you okay?" the guy asks, and only after he said it was when you opened your eyes and looked up at him. though it takes you a moment, a flash of recognition eventually appeared in your brain. park sunghoon. king of the ice, king of the school. the renowned ice prince, the ice skater that competed in the olympics. "oh, y/n. are you okay?"

"y-yeah, sorry," you cover your face with your hands, muttering under your breath, "oh my god i almost died."

apparently it was in fact, not under your breath, because this gets a snicker out of the man, responding to you, "you did not almost die. maybe fall, but death is too much." he grabs you by the arm and skates you both toward the edge again, allowing you to grasp onto your lifeline once more.

"thank you, sunghoon. i'm sorry again for... i don't know. maybe it was a good thing, now you know that i'm shit at ice skating, i don't know how you do this." you observe him with your full attention now, noticing how he's dressed in a basic outfit with a beanie and headphones as if he knew that this would be a simple activity for him. not only this, but he has sunglasses on, presumably to hide his demeanor: he's kind of a celebrity around here.

"it's alright y/n, i told you already. plus, you're not that bad. you're just... learning." he seems like the last part was an afterthought, and you assume that he was going to say something more negative before changing his wording. "are you here alone?"

"nah, i'm here with sunoo. what about you?"

he flashes a quick smile, lifting his sunglasses to make eye contact with you. when he does, you look at his face closely, and realize he really is as cute as people say. you never really cared to notice him, as to you, he was just some guy that happened to have an expertise in ice skating. seeing him up close, you understand why people could develop crushes: his face was perfectly symmetrical with the only thing varied was the mole on his nose, but he has an extremely aesthetic face. his body was also perfect, broad shoulders with a smaller waist.

huh.

"just here alone. now i'm with you. so not alone." when he smiles, you could see how cute he really is, his fangs on both sides of his teeth accentuate his cuteness, offering a tinge of fierceness if he was focused. you both stare at each other for seconds too long, neither of you wanting to break the gaze. eventually, he looks away, saying to you, "wanna see something cool?" obviously you nod, and you watch as he skates away, accelerating before jumping right into a double axel, landing gracefully before coming right back to you.

you clap quickly, not wanting to let go of the edge for too long, "wow, impressive! i could do that too probably."

"oh yeah, cause you're like the best skater right? i think i've watched your videos before online." he motions a rectangle in front of him like a screen, "y/n l/n, triple axel, into a hydroblade, ending with two flying spins."

you scoff, flicking your wrist in front of him. "you know it bro, real recognizes real."

"for real." he looks at you with a straight face before bursting into laughter. "you're pretty funny you know, i'm surprised we haven't talked much before."

you scratch your head, "well, it's pretty hard when you're just the coolest, bestest, sexiest, beast of a skater." you joke with him.

"you think that of me?" he asks, one fang turning visible as he smirks.

"i was actually talking about me, thank you very much."

he hits his head in faux stupidity, smile not faltering from his face however. "oh, silly me. i should've known, like you said."

"what did i say?"

"real recognizes real." he removes his gaze from you to check his watch quickly before looking back at you. "you know, it's getting pretty late for a guy like you."

you whip your phone our from your back pocket. "sunghoon, it's literally 5:32 in the p.m. i can literally see the sun still."

he laughs awkwardly, "well, still late for a pretty boy like you."

"p-pretty?" you stare at him, wondering whether or not he meant to tell you that or not. "what are you talking about dude?"

"i said what i said. i meant that it's late, the ring closes at 6 today because of some hockey players wanting to run scrims before their tournament," sunghoon explains, leaning on the railing next to you. "i'm probably gonna leave soon anyway, so maybe you and sunoo can join me in getting dinner? if you want of course, i don't know if you have plans already."

"honestly, me and sunoo are supposed to get dinner with just each other, so maybe-" you begin to tell him, but then you notice sunoo talking to his crush on the other side of the ring, and a second later a text from said boy shows up.

[5:34 PM]

ALERT. CODE BLUE.

OK LOWKEY I REALIZE U DONT KNO WHAT THAT MEANS WEVE NEVER DONE CODES ANYWAY ICU TALKING TO SUNGHOON SO GO HANG OUT WITH HIM I WILL HANG OUT WITH MY MANSSSSSS XOXOXOOXO

"-you know what? let's get dinner. sunoo is actually busy all of a sudden." you roll your eyes when you make eye contact with sunoo, him giving you two thumbs up and a cheeky smile as his crush types something down on his phone.

"perfect. i wanted it to just be us. maybe i'll kidnap you and put you in my basement." the confusion on your face must've been evident, because he immediately follows up with "i was kidding. let's just get dinner." with that, he leaves you once again, skating around the rink with a few more tricks before coming back to you, signaling for you to follow him.

you do, getting out of the rink walking along the edge before sitting down next to him. you reach over to untie your laces, before sunghoon ushers you back, simultaneously getting on his knees in front of you, holding your right skate in front of him. "what are you doing?"

"untying your skate, why?"

"i can do it myself, you know?" you look straight into his eyes, tilting your head slightly.

"pretty boys shouldn't have to do anything," he suggests before giving you a little wink, causing you to turn away, not able to meet his eyes after his stupid flirtatious comment.

"w-well, what about you then!"

he removes your skate before moving on to the next one. "oh, so you think i'm a pretty boy huh? good to know." he unlaces your other skate before sitting down next to you, untying his own with haste. it clearly comes from experience, because it's no less than 15 seconds before he's up again, grabbing his sneakers, along with your own to your surprise. "here. so you don't have to get up."

"how do you know what my sneakers look like?"

"i saw you come in."

you lightly hit his shoulder. "so you were watching me the whole time?"

"cute boys deserve attention, wouldn't you say so?"

he goes back down to your feet and signals to put on your sneakers again. "i mean yeah but... you? finding me cute? hard to believe i guess."

"can't be that hard," you allow him to finish tying both shoes before helping him off the ground. you didn't even notice but he also had switched shoes with dexterity, leading you to wonder how much experience he has with these kind of things. "i've been watching you for a while honestly." he waves with his hands in front of you. "not like that, but more of like you're kinda like my school crush in a way."

you can't believe your ears. park sunghoon, king of the school, ice fucking prince, had a hallway school crush on you? y/n l/n. you didn't even feel like you stood out that much, just wanted to get your degree and leave. "school crush? there's just no way." you begin to walk away, not being able to face him without embarrassment flushing your face.

however, he clearly had other plans. "y/n." he grabs your arm, forcing you to look up at him. his eyes bore into yours, keeping you in a trance as you look at his face. "you're one of the cutest guys i've ever seen in my entire life. and i've seen a lot of people in my life already. please, just trust me when i say this."

and that was all the validation you needed. "oh. okay sunghoon. i trust you."

"good boy. now let's go get dinner, alright?"

and with that, he led you to his car to drive to dinner.

maybe the ice prince wasn't so cold after all.

[devoutekuna]

Matching outfits

Includes- Toji, Sukuna, Nanami, Gojo, Geto

Sukuna-

Sukuna doesn't know how to make clothes, nor does he want to learn. So he raids a village in hopes to find a fashion designer who could make his daughter a matching outfit. "Tell her then" annoyed at the fact that he even had to do this. "I want to be matching dad!" Jumping at the idea of matching her father, he was her idol, wanting to be like him when she grows up, much to your dismay. "You want to be just like him?" Dreading for the poor girl's future. Trembling at the sight of the four armed man.

Atleast a week later, he had returned with his little girl. "Look daddy!" Jumping up and down as she showed the kimono. "Yeah yeah" laughing at how excited she was. The woman still bowing, not daring to raise her head from the ground.

Nanami-

Nanami- is very thoughtful, so when he hears that his daughter wants to be like him when she's older, as much as he doesn't want her to become a Jujutsu sorcerer he goes in full force, hiring someone to make an exact replica of his outfit, even adding in a skirt for her to have options.

"See daddy! Now we're matching" twirling around, she added her own little twist to the outfit by having a skirt on since she wasn't feeling the pants. Sat on the sofa trying to catch up on some paperwork, he almost spat out his coffee from how cute she looked, hair tied up in two pigtails, even the same tie and shirt colour, green glasses to complete her look. "Awe, you look pretty sweetheart" patting the cushion beside him.

Gojo-

"I'm done!" Bringing his son out to show you, holding his son by his armpits, feet dangling in the air. "I made him look cuter!" Chubby cheeks flaring a shade of pink as if he was about to cry. Your son looked rather cute, wearing the exact same uniform like salty always wore, they were identical, both white hair and blue eyes, defying your genes entirely. "My baby has always been cute" taking him from your husband's hands, laying him on the sofa. Grabbing his pink cheeks, only making him cry. "Satoru!" Slapping the back of his head. "I didn't mean to" trying to defend himself.

Geto-

"I need a matching robe for my daughter, I'll raise your rank if you get it done by next week Sunday" That's what he explained to the fashion designer a few weeks ago, that's exactly what he did, gave the follower a slightly higher rank, he was thinking about killing them but he atleast had some sympathy left. It was the anniversary of becoming a leader so if course he wanted to celebrate, bringing his daughter along in a matching outfit, she looked so much like him, like a gender bend version. "Ah, daddy I look just like you!" Giving herself a quick twirl before walking out of the curtains, standing Infront of all her father's followers. "Yeah you do" patting her head as he overtook her, sitting down.

Toji-

Normally he never plans stuff out but the second he heard the news that you were pregnant he's already planned out the gifts. "How about this?" Showing you the outfit he styled on his daughter, the little girl wearing a black bodysuit with a pair of grey sweatpants. "So you dressed her up like you?" Looking back from the sofa, you had to admit that she did look sure as she matched with her father. Minus him not wearing a shirt.

"Yes" saying it proudly as he placed himself on the sofa, right next to you. She seemed to enjoy the outfit as much as he did, clapping her hand as she stuck her tongue out.

[thetraingotsetonfireonmidnight]

Can I please request headcanons with adrien/cat noir dating a fem reader that is shy and introverted :) ty!!!

Indeed you can !

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔑𝔬𝔦𝔯 / 𝔄𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔫 𝔄𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔵 𝔖𝔥𝔶 ℑ𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪!𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Adrien is probably both the best and the worst person you could possibly date as an introvert.

On one hand, he's super sweet and understanding!

Need someone to order for you? He's gotcha!

Need someone to cling to while at an uncomfortable party? He's by your side the whole time.

Don't want to talk to someone but you're too shy to end the conversation? That's ok, he'll do it for you! He'll walk up and make some excuse about how you have to go.

If someone is asking to hang out with you, and you don't want to go–but you don't want to straight up tell them that– he's given you full permission to blame it on him!

"Aw sorry, I have to attend my boyfriend's next photoshoot! You know how busy we can get."

And he's constantly hyping you up.

Whenever talking to others, he always brings you up atleast once.

If you're nervous about something, like an upcoming test or event, he's always there to remind you that you can get through it. He 100% believes in you.

He'll remind you of all your strengths, and that your weaknesses don't define you.

"Sometimes I wish you could see yourself the way I see you."

If you're nervous about making the first move, he's already 20 steps ahead of you. He'll always be the first one to reach for your hand or plant kisses on your cheek.

And when he's Chat Noir? He's basically your free ticket to paradise: being able to go outside without interacting with anyone.

He takes you up high on rooftops where no one can see you

You two don't have to say a single word. You can just bask in the silence asyiu watch the sunset.

Don't feel like talking because your social battery is out? That's ok! He can talk and you can listen. You don't have to say a single thing.

But with all the positives out of the way, there is one tiny problem-

He's famous.

While you try to keep your relationship with him a secret, inevitably, everyone finds out.

Now that it's been made public that you're Adrien's girlfriend, you're constantly surrounded by reporters.

Everyone you talk to is interested in your relationship

Plus angry fangirls posting not so nice things about you.

Adrien tries his best to calm his fan base down, but there's only so much he can do.

To not fuel the fire, he tries not to be too affectionate in public (which is very hard for him because he wants to give you all of his love 100% of the time).

And as Chat, he tries to treat you as if you're a stranger. Last thing either of you needed was for someone to think there was some sort of weird love triangle going on

Except that's exactly what happens because someone caught him giving you a rose during his break while on patrol.

Once again, he has to calm the fan base down, as everyone is convinced you're a blonde magnet.

The other downside is that Adrien can be clingy.

So when you're not feeling like being around people- and that includes him, he's stuck missing you. He respects your space, but he very much texts you while you're away. Give this man a stern talking to about space.

Oh, and if you want something from him...you have to...ugh, communicate that to him 🤢

He can be very uh...socially unaware...yeah let's say that.

So if you want to kiss, cuddle, hold hands, whatever, and waiting until he eventually gives you one isn't working, you can't just give him hints.

Doesn't matter how obvious they are.

"My hand is feeling a little cold."

"Oh I'm sorry, I think I have some gloves you can borrow!"

"I'm feeling lonely over here. If only my loving boyfriend hugged me."

"Am I the boyfriend you're referencing or is there another guy I don't know about?"

Now as Chat, he's a bit more aware.

But that doesn't mean he won't tease you

He likes seeing your fumble to explain to him that you want a kiss from him.

"You know what I want!"

"I'm afraid I don't, ma chérie. Enlighten me."

He's a little shit and he knows it.

But he's also yours and you love him for it.

[cevherien]

Malibu's Finest ⊹ ࣪ ˖

ft. Johnny Cage

Sugar Daddy!Johnny Cage x Reader

Your sugar daddy spoils you a little too well, life's going great. Crazy to think he is this good to you when he's only your sugar daddy.

A/N: We are so back in the himbo business 😼

Tags; Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy, Lingerie, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Dom/sub Undertones, Soft Johnny Cage,

Johnny had his hand on your waist as you two left the Michelin Star restaurant, holding you close to him and pressing against you with his lean body. Leading you towards his ridiculously expensive Mercedes to take you back to his penthouse.

"Let's get back to my place for the night, yeah?" his voice a little raspy, almost making your nipples harden.

You nod and smile with a genuine "Of course." His calloused fingers find their way towards your hips, trailing them down from their previous hold on your waist.

He opens the door for you and then walks to the drivers side of the car to get in himself, he gives your left thigh a squeeze as he gets the engine running.

"Today was great, Johnny," you say sweetly, he always knew how to spoil you.

"Everyday where I get to be with you is great baby." he then leaves a small peck on the crown of your head, leaving you flustered as he does. Crazy to think he was this good to you when he's only your sugar daddy.

Even crazier to think that you were able to find someone like him, not only was he incredible attractive, attentive, lean and good in sex but he fucking paid you to be around him. You were getting paid to have the best times of your life. And the best sex of your life.

You genuinely wonder how he got all that money, yeah he was an actor and all that but.. he really had too much, i mean he was able to afford all that and those rich people black credit cards. You had asked him previously but his answer was a plain 'i have connections with the government'.

And if you tried digging deeper into it he would always say something about being a professional in the field and yapping about how he's too good of an asset not to pay so much and whatnot afterwards. His line of work was out of limits, it seems.

To think that riding his face while you jack him off with your hands wasn't off limits but his job was. Life worked in weird ways.

You hadn't realized but you've been staring at him for quite some time while he drove thinking he wouldn't notice since he was busy with the road, only to come to your senses when he looks at you from the corner of his eye and a small chuckle leave his lips.

"W-what?" you mumble, caught off guard.

"Nothing,,"

Your relationship with Johnny being only pseudo-romantic and transactional changed nothing to you, he made you feel good and you would never deny this to yourself. Even if you had started this thing with him for monetary reasons, it turned into something much more real and sentimental.. atleast on your end.

He gives you a wink as you turn your head away from him to the window and watch the outside as the drive home goes through.

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Ah, Cage Mansion.

You are never not surprised at the sight of his house, all the other properties next to his too no less. You weren't so familiar with gated communities but this one seemed to even go above and beyond. To be expected of Johnny Cage of course. It's a mystery how this man wasn't married already.

He takes your hand and walks you to the entrance, making his way by the grandiose garden. The cold night air makes you shiver a little, but his presence giving your stomach a warm familiar feeling you can't really explain.

One of his housekeepers opens the door and gives a small nod to him then to you, "Welcome back home, Mr. Cage."

"Good to be back."

She takes your coats and your purse then excuses herself, leaving you two alone. It was getting late anyways so Johnny takes you towards the masterbedroom. You were familiar with his place even though it sometimes felt like a maze trying to make your way around.

"You want to take a shower?" he asks looking back down towards you from the stairs as he continued to hold your hand firmly.

"I'm s'tired.. maybe in the morning?"

"Whatever my girl wants." he then pulls you close by your hand, arms finding the small of your back and leans in gingerly to kiss the corner of your plum glossy lips, teasing himself with the taste of them.

"Johnny stoopp-!" you chuckle in a flirty sweet tone fit for a real sugar babe, your ways been stuck for so long yet he makes you feel all the different. Don't wanna admit that yet though, he'd probably laugh at you anyways. Just breathe in and do what you do best, you tell yourself.

He laughs back in return, but not without giving you a small peck on the lips leaving you wanting for more, slowly pulling you into his bedchambers with a firm grip a little too close to your ass.

Out of all the pay pigs you had, johnny -which you are really inclined not to call him that, his charms were really getting to your cute little head apparently- been the best to you by far with a fucking landslide. Normally you don't feel like a human with those men, as cheesy as it gets you really feel butterflies in your stomach with the way he treats you. Kicking your feat and twirling your hair with the thought of him.

Futile, you think, 'he just sees me as a way to get off, a pretty face, his eye candy'

Within the blink of an eye, you reach your much anticipated destination, the door to the master bedroom slamming against the big ticket wooden frames and getting you out of your dazed trance state with Johnny all over you not long after.

You kiss him again, pressing your soft lips against his. Your eyes are closed, your bodies touching, mouths slowly opening for one another. His sweet touch pulls you in close, squeezing you in his arms.

Hands slide slowly down your body. You close your eyes, breathing deeply as you feel his touch. His fingers brush against your skin, exploring your curves. You feel his fingers press lightly, and then harder, against your cheeks, your thighs, and finally…

His breath catches in his throat as he whispers, "I need it."

This earns a moan that leaves your system with an urgency that could only be explained with intimate touch, show don't tell.

“You’re wearing the red lace, baby?” he murmurs, lips brushing softly against your neck.

"Yes daddy, like you asked."

"Good baby, always s'good." Johnny pulls your dress down impatiently and effortlessly, his mouth moves down to kiss around your breasts following the lines of your lace lingerie as his hand finds your underwear. Dampen in the center with your arousal

Wet eager tongue moves along your collarbone and he nibbles gently on it, “As much as i love seeing you like this I need you to be completely naked baby,” he whispers, hands moving towards the clasp of your bra.

You let him, as you do. With a soft "Mhm." and thats all he needs.

Fingers tug on the clasp with eager motions, the cloth unfastening and spilling out your breasts. "Mmm," he murmurs, eyes tracing down along your skin as his tongue meets your nipple. He suckles on them for a little then before you know it you he walks you over to the bed with his hands and mouth all over you and sets you down on it as he pulls back with a pop and a saliva trail separating your swollen puffy nipple and his mouth.

He quickly tosses his clothes to the side, leaving him bare to you as you take in his features you love so much. Trailing up from his chest to V line towards his hardening cock that's standing loud and proud.

He presses your shoulders back against the bed and gets on top of you shortly, using his height to his advantage. Hands glide up your thighs and he slips one on between your legs and caress the skin, teasing your eager pussy. He leans forward once again, whispering into your ear.

"Mm..." you gasp, his fingers finally reaching your bundle of nerves. Johnny's pressed up against you, his eyes locked on yours.

"Baby's so wet," he whispers. Between you his shaft lies thick and ready, pearling at the tip with his milky white pre already. But he so generously makes sure to take care of you and prep you before anything else. The gentleman he was.

His tongue snakes out and he licks softly at your wetness but he doesn’t press further than that. You whine at a need for more stimuli, eager for anything he might have for you.

"Johnny- Please, god, need you just so bad."

He bites his lip as he starts licking you softly. And he makes sure to pay extra attention to your sensitive spots. He keeps glancing up at you with a almost sinful expression on his angel face.

"Mm," he chuckles, "just wait. You haven't felt anything until I'm inside you baby," he teases, his fingertips gently massaging your folds without much press, just enough to get you over the edge asking for more.

His touch too good not to respond, with moans of his name spilling out with wet slick noises of your cunt and his tongue, nails imprinting where you've been holding them tightly.

His teeth scrape your clit and thats the last straw to your resistance, making you cum on his face with praises and pecks to your hood while your juices like honey, saccharine dripping down his chin.

Your chest falls with a content huff, head fuzzy with your orgasm hitting you in all the right places. Calling daddy so sweet he almost has an aneurysm. Cherubic. Angels be damned.

"You ready for me babygirl?" pulling away from your wet center only to grab a handful of your ass to spread you apart on his sheets, white soft and crumbled.

Pussy still throbbing and leaking you nod, giving him an easy slide in with your wetness dripping down your fluttering hole. He slides in, one single thrust with no signs of struggle from your velvet like walls.

"Fitting just right, yeah baby?” His hand traces along your body, thumb brushing against your clit in makeshift circles as his eyes look into yours with thrum.

"Daddy,-" you melt against his skin with a soft grunt.

He puts one of your legs over his shoulder and brings you closer to his face. "That's better."

His one hand slides beneath your back to gently press you against him completely as the other drags up your thigh, pulling you into a slightly better position to continue. "I'm gonna try to hold out and last longer this time, I think you deserve it." And you bite back a moan.

With that, Johnny rolls his hips in a delicious rhythm slowly against you, lips brushing against eachother as he licks your bottom lip for you to give in and open your mouth. As soon as you accept the intrusion he massages his tongue against yours and starts sucking on it not long after.

Lips slick and swollen, he pulls away with a trail of saliva connecting you together. Hips start slamming harder against you as he never breaks eye contact. Pulling your hips harder almost bruising them.

"God, baby,” he moans, “your little pussy is so tight.”

"So much, daddy- It feels s'good nngh,"

"Yes honey, so good," he grins and starts to trail his fingers down to your stomach settling on your belly where there is a small bump coming up with each thrust, his tip visible stretching you out.

His other hand reaches your clit to pinch and roll it with the rhythm of his hips, wet with both your juices. Feeling drunk and intoxicated on his dick; tits going up and down, hard nipples pressed against his chest giving them some friction and all you can think is how good he makes you feel.

The sound of sex mixed with his smell and movement intoxicating you, lips agape with sweet calls for his name escaping your system between his feverish moves.

That soft moan prompts a faster, deeper movement as he presses up against you, his breath hitting against your neck. "Mm that’s it,” he chuckles grinding and working you open, “take it all, your little pussy can take it."

You cry out as his tip kisses the opening of your womb, cunt eagerly milking his girthy hard cock.

"Daddy- Yes, yes, god, please," you plead, head dizzy.

"Feeling good sweetness?" his movement never faltering, going with a pace that almost burns your insides.

"Mhm, yes daddy s'good nmgh"

You squirm with a rush of arousal gushing through your slick hole as you cum stupid on his cock, half open eyes rolling back with your tongue out involuntarily.

He growls as you clench around him and whine; going up and down like a ragdoll, limbless.

"Baby's making daddy feel so good..." he mumbles, his fingers biting into your thighs. He pushes at your hips, his arms straining to keep him locked against you. "Too good," he whispers again.

Johnny was closing his release too, you could tell by his face and his cock twitching inside of you.

"Fuck, baby" he keeps rocking into your eager pussy, caressing your sides while he gets closer to his release. "Im close sweet girl, you ready?"

Nodding, you pull him in for a sloppy wet kiss, all spit and tongues while he spills his hot load inside of you, groaning against your lips.

He rides out his pleasure with quick strokes, fucking you into the mattress dumb. You hold onto his shoulders with the last remaining strength you got left.

The air was musky and heavy with your breaths and sex, leaving your pussy throbbing against him.

Johnny drops a final open mouthed kiss then slowly slips out of you with a silken pop, your pussy almost sucking him in not wanting to let go. A soft breathy whine heard from you, feeling empty now that he's pulled out.

White dripping down your thighs as he lays next to you, chest heavy with previous adrenaline and primal lust.

Both of you disheveled and content, he pulls you to his side and spoons you, cleaning can wait now. All you need is to cuddle him close.

[d10nsaint]

HOW YOU COMFORT THEM WHEN THEY CRY | Kdj, Yjh, Lgy, Lys x fem! reader (platonic for the minor)

request: here !

saint, stfu?!; dtop my inbox id rotting I need to write fastar

KIM DOKJA

when Kim Dokja cries, its bound to be in an isolated place late at night, so nobody can find him. he wouldnt want to worry anybody with his ‘stupid’ feelings.

The sound of sniffling awoke you, making you step out of the tent that you slept in. When you fully stepped out and looked around, you saw Dokja sitting on a log by the fire.

“…Dokja? Are you alright? Why are you still awake?”

He jolts as he notices you, and quickly wipes his eyes. He turns around at you and smiles.

“..what are you doing awake, (y/n)? Is everything alright?” He asks, his eyes red, but heavy with confusion and comfort.

“I could ask you the same thing…” You say, walking towards him. You sit on the log next to him, and he watches. He thinks of a response to satiate your curiosity, but cant come up with a good enough excuse.He sighs and looks at the fire.

“It was nothing. I was just thinking.” He says, resting his head on one of his hands.

“I mean, you can talk to me if you want. I wouldnt mind,” You say, putting your head onto his shoulder.

He smiles at you and sighs attentively. He felt so lucky to have someone to talk to.

YOO JOONGHYUK

When Yoo Joonghyuk cries, he suppresses the tears, making them drop slowly like faint rain before a storm. He tries his hardest to hold his tears back, keeping his head down so nobody can see him cry.

As you finish a monster, you look over at Joonghyuk, ready to smile at him, but then you realize something.

Hes just standing there. In the rain.

He would usually usher you to get ready to move on and fight another monster for the benefits, but he just…wasnt saying anything.

“Are you alright, Joonghyuk?” You say, walking up to him with a hand out steadily, trying to reach his shoulder.

As your fingers slowly touch his coat that was soiled by the rain, you realize his broad shoulders were shaking and he flinches, then quickly swats your hand away. You sigh, pouting, watching him turn around and mutter a quiet “m’ fine.”

“If you ever need anything, you can talk to me. We’re friends, after all. Im here for you.” You say, as you pick up your equipment and look at his back.

“..we dont have time for this.” He says, walking away, expecting for you to follow. Little did you know, he wanted to take you up on the offer.

LEE GILYOUNG

when Lee Gilyoung cries, it’s bound to be after a tough encounter with a monster, or after a nightmare. He hyperventilates—unable to breathe or focus on anything.

You deliver the final blow on a monster, out of breath. You stand there for a few seconds, trying to atleast regain some of your stamina. It was a close fight.

You turn around to check on your crew, firstly checking on the youngest, Lee Gilyoung.

When you reach him, you quickly realize the little boy was shaking.

“Gilyoung?! Are you alright?” You say as you go down on your knees and look up at the boy. His eyes were red and his shoulders shook, with a quivering lip.

He tries to respond, but his words come out in hiccups, and he takes sullen breaths of air as he tries to breathe.

“slow down, its okay,” you say, rubbing his shoulders, trying to calm him down. You take a water out of your inventory, then look at him.

His breath slows down back to normal, and he drinks some of the water, as his lips stop quivering.

“..i think im feeling better now.” He says, looking up at you. His eyes were puffy and he sniffled. He looked downwards, ashamed.

You gave him a hug.

“Im so glad you’re alright, Gilyoung.” You say, as you rub his back. He reluctantly hugs you back, but then quickly melts into the hug.

“Thank you, Unnie.”

LEE HYUNSUNG

Lee Hyunsung’s tears are big droplets, flowing from his puppy eyes. His eyes get extremely watery, and he sniffles a lot when he cries.

After a tough day, Lee Hyunsung comes home to you and sulks, his big eyes watery and his mouth pouty.

You drag him to the bed, and he tells you about his day, all while sniffing. When he gets to the worst part of his day, he fully breaks down in your arms. You stroke his hair, telling him that everything is going to be okay.

As he slowly stops sobbing, he immediately apologizes—he says that “no man should cry to his wife,” and that “he should be comforting you, not the other way around”.

His eyes are red and puffy, and his lips are pouting as he looks down as if he’s disappointed in himself. You put a hand on his cheek and kiss it.

“Honey, it’s alright. There’s no reason to feel this way,” You say, smiling at him. “I’ll comfort you, and you’ll comfort me. Simple.” He smiles down at you, then wraps his arms around you, nuzzling into your chest as you two lay down.

“How did I get so lucky…?”

[crowpickingss]

Sexy to Someone

morgie x gn! reader

summary: the reader is unknown but wants to be recognised, why not be recognised by the kid your scared off

warnings: none

a/n: we need more morgie fics, this is loosely based on the clario song

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You were a regular student a Merlin High, you’re parents weren’t that recognisable so no one knew who you were. To them you were a background character you just were there.

However all you wanted was to be recognised by atleast one person to have they know who you truly are was a far off dream for you. Although one day when you were following your daily tradition of pacing down the hallway you attracted some unwanted attention by bumping into a VK.

To you the VK’s were the scariest kids in school they were mean and would bully you if they knew who you were. The VK you happened to bump into turned around to face you “I’m so sorry for bumping into you” He looked you up and down then left.

The next day Morgie was hot on your trail he watched you from a distance taking in everything about your appearance. He was mad at himself for not noticing you earlier. Still he watched you from afar.

After that he never stopped, he would always be close to you and never let his eyes leave your figure. One day after he finished talking to hook he went to look for you, to his surprise he found you talking to another guy. Jealousy courses through his veins.

He had to hold himself back from attacking the prince taking to you. The prince happens to look over at Morgie giving him the death glare and quickly walked away from you. You called out to him but he was long gone. You turned to your locker defeated and sad that your best attempt at a conversation had been cut short.

Morgie felt a wave of guilt hit him in the heart. He had done that he was the reason you were sad. For the first time ever he decided to right his wrong and he approached you “Hey, you alright I saw that guy run off on you” you looked over to the VK standing next to him “Uhm yeah I’m fine” He noticed your look of terror on your face “Don’t worry I won’t hurt you, I just wanted to check in”

You take a step back a little confused to why Morgie Le Fay of all people was checking in on you “I’m fine” He slung his arm over your shoulder “Did you want to hang out with me and my friends, I know you don’t have any” You look at him a mix of shock and anger covering your face “rude, just because I don’t have friends doesn’t mean you need to point it out”

He retracts his arm and clears his throat “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you” You laugh “Watch what you say next time, but yes I’ll hang out with you” He nods and grabs your hand making your cheeks turn bright pink.

He walked you over to the picnic table his friends usually sat at. You saw most of the VK’s well all of them besides Uliana. Morgie took a seat next to hook and you sat next to him on the end of the bench across from hades.

Maleficent was resting on hades shoulder and hook was polishing his hook. Morgie put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer “So Morgie, who’s this” Hook looked over at you while saying it. Morgie rubbed his hand up and down your waist “This is y/n, there cool people just don’t know it yet” Your cheeks pinkness intensifies.

After the group splits up Morgie follows you into the library. He sits down with you as you read over your textbook “God this is boring, is this all you do” You shut the textbook “No, I’m just revising well I was” He looked at you confused “Why did you stop” You helped him out of his seat “I was just wondering why you suddenly started taking to me” this time Morgie’s cheeks turned pink “I- uh I just thought you looked lonely”

You put the textbook back where found it “I’m sure there is another reason, you can tell me” He lets out a nervous laugh “I may have a teeny tiny crush on you” You whip your entire body around so fast you put the magic carpet to shame “You what?” He laughed again “I like you, like a lot” You bring your hands to your hips “Morgie Le Fay catching feelings for an unknown, I like it” He looks at you confused “God can you not read the signs, I like you too”

He grabbed your hands “You like me too, but when I approached you the look on your face made me think you were going to freeze up” You laughed “I used to think that but now I kinda know your not that bad of a guy, I’m willing to get to know you better” He kissed you on the cheek “I can accept that” You rest your head on his shoulder “I know it just happened but I love you” he smiled “I love you too”

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[0hnogracie]

I Love You. Im Sorry.

SUMMARY : Angst , no happy ending , heartbreak , mention of y/n

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hello private account 💜

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Y/NBURNIOLO : chris?, what is this?

↪️ CHRISTOPHERSTURNIOLO : y/n. I Can explain

NICOLASSTURNIOLO : chris? what the fuck. call me

MATTSTURNIOLO : really? cheating on y/n with a bougie bitch

↪️ Y/NBURNIOLO : Ily matt

USER : this was NOT your private account.

↪️ USER : no shit sherlock

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After seening chris new post on instagram i didnt know how to react. Do i be mad, Sad? Im honestly both right now. He made me look so stupid, Atleast i know the reason hes been ghosting me. For some rip off blonde bitch thats been wanting to be me?. I always choose the wrong guys. I feel like a fucking fool.

INCOMING CALL ‘ Chris 💜 ‘

I pick it up ‘ What Do You Want Chris? ‘ i spoke softly into the microphone waiting for him to start talking. ‘ Y/n You Have To Let Me Explain! ‘ he says quickly ‘ No Chris You Left Me For Some Bougie Bitch. ‘ I say hanging up starting to tear up all over again. I hear my door open ‘ Chris?! What The Fuck Get Out! ‘ i say shouting at him with tears coming down my face

TWO AUGUSTS AGO .

‘ Please Y/n, Im Sorry. Let Me Explain ‘ He spoke softly ‘ Why Chris?, What Is There To Even Explain. ‘ I say sitting back on my bed avoiding any type of eye contact with chris. ‘ Y/n It Was A Honest Mistake. I Promise. ‘

THATS THE WAY LIFE GOES .

‘ Chris.. We Have To Stop Seeing EachOther. We Either Have To Break Up Or Take A Break. ‘ I spoke firmly holding back the tears that im fighting ‘ Y/n We Cant Break Up. ‘ He Says Sounding Hurt But Im Not Gonna Fall For His Tricks Anymore.

I LOVE YOU, IM SORRY.

‘ Please Y/n. I Love You, Im Sorry. ‘ He Spoke confidently sitting down next to me trying to hold my hand. ‘ But You Still Cheated On Me Right? And You Choose The Girl i HATED The Most. ‘ I say pushing his hands away from mine

YOU WERE THE BEST BUT YOU WERE THE WORST

‘ Y/n Just One More Chanc- ‘ I cut him off ‘ No Chris. Leave My House, And Dont Call Or Text me. ‘ I say making my final decision And pointing at the front door giving him a sign for him to actually leave. ‘ Fine. Bye Y/n I Love You ‘

THATS JUST THE WAY LIFE GOES

His i love you sounded so real but maybe im in denial. I hate men, They never know what they want. I feel Like a loser for whatever just happened just now. Its not like chris but maybe its my mind thinking that.

Y/N HAS CHANGED HER INSTA USER ‘0hnoy/n’

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The “ I love you’s “ that are repeated in my head like a music note.

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CHRIS 💜

y/n please talk to me

Y/N 😊❤️

What?

CHRIS 💜

Can we try over?

Y/N 😊❤️

Not a chance chris. Stop texting me or im blocking you.

CHRIS 💜

But!

*a contact has been blocked*

A few months later I made a song called ‘ I love you im sorry ‘ Publishing it. It blew up and i gained more support and followers supporting my music i even gained some fanpages and edits. Until i seen a dm from someone i never wanted to see again.

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A/N : sorry guys deal w that ending cus idk how to end this story AND I LIKE NEVER WRITED BEFORE SO THIS IS KINDA MY FIRST STORY PLS GUVE TIPS OR SMTH THANK U.

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#1 ::

You were a 3rd year teacher at Toyko Jujutsu high. Recently, two of your students had been suspended; gojo couldn’t miss that opportunity.

“Nice going, [name]” he mocked in a sarcastic tone, a toothy grin rested on his face—sitting on your desk making all sorts of expressions.

“I’d rather have my students suspended than executed.” You retorted with a hum, deciding to take a seat next to your boyfriend. Gojo was quick to take your hand in his.

“Itadori is loads of fun!” He mumbled; A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you held his hand.

#2 ::

You were out with gojo and the first years: Megumi, Nobara, and Itadori.

Nobara, itadori and gojo were all admiring something—you had no idea what is was. While you and megumi were seated on a bench nearby.

“How can you handle Gojo?” Megumi asked in a monotone, his expression was filled with boredom as he checked his phone several times. “I can hardly see someone as calm as you with someone as.. chaotic as gojo.” He added with a frown.

“I’ve known him since we were first years, I guess I just learned how to calm him down over time.” You said with a smile, leaning back on the bench.

“You should teach me th-“ megumi spoke, but was quickly cut off by gojos loud scream of your name.

“babe, I just found this stand with really good kikufuku, try some!” He said, handing you a piece as he happily munched on his own piece.

#3 ::

Megumi was practicing on a field in the outskirts of the city, you were watching him and giving him some pointers.

“Were you about to summon mahoraga?” You said, brows furrowing, glancing at the way his hands are positioned.

“possibly.” Megumi said, a slightly rasp voice as his hands were now in his pockets. You chuckled at his words. But the warming scene had shifted when a loud thud caught you off guard.

“Volcano head?” Megumi said confused, you shook your head.

“No, this one seems stronger than that one.” You responded, your stance quickly changed into a battle stance. “Megumi, go get help.” You ordered, he didn’t bother responding and quickly went off.

“I’ve seen you around with gojo before.” The cursed spirit said, eying your every move. “I guess you could be my one way ticket to gojo.”

The cursed spirit had an incredible amount of cursed energy, it was Atleast 13 of sukunas fingers. And you were only about 8. You sighed as you knew you were going to loose, it was just a matter of how long you could hold up.

you held up decently, it had been around 15 minutes. Sure you were badly injured, but it wasn’t something shoko couldn’t heal.

“Gojo satoru, if you don’t show up right now. I will kill this girl.” It said, you were still able to put on a good fight for around another 10 minutes. Or that’s what you thought.

Before the finishing blow was able to reach you, gojos voice filled the air.

“You can’t go around killing people that mean a lot to me.”

#4 :: MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD

he said he was the strongest, everyone knew he was the strongest. It might’ve just been in the modern era, but they all knew he would win.

but there he was, being broadcasted from Mei Mei’s crows, half of his body lying on the ground. It had a soft smile plastered on his face. Sukuna momentarily praised him.

your eyes were widened—filled to the brim with tears. hands covering your agape mouth. Itadori’s hand rested on your shoulder in an attempting way to comfort you.

“I will win” what a liar. If he said he’d win, why was he lying dead on the ground. You refused to believe he was gone. The same energetic, confident guy. Tears started streaming down your face, but you were angry at him, it wasn’t Gojo’s fault, everyone knew it.

but he wished you knew how you were the last person in his mind, before he died alongside megumi.

[scarletwinterxx]

loving's so easy to do - mark lee scenario

okay but tell me why do i think Mark is the type of boyfriend who would giggle if he sees you wearing his initials on a necklace? ksksksksks istg this boy got me kicking my feet in the air giggling like a school girl😭😂🥺💛

anywaysss i hope you like this one! 💛

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"Hi, baby. I missed you" Mark says the moment he sees you walking down the pathway towards him. He tilts his side to the side while he stares at you lovingly. If any of his friends is here right now, they would call him whipped but he would not care one bit because he is.

How can he not be when you're smiling like he hung the sun in your sky, you skip towards his open arms waiting for you to come to his embrace.

"Hey you, what are you doing here?" you ask him, still clinging to him. You feel him kiss the side of your head, smiling at the action you stand on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

"Can't I pick my girl up after work?"

You blush at his words and he loves it. He knows the effect he has on you, he knows that even after dating for a few years you still blush when he calls you his girl.

It's not a secret you want to keep, if you could you would scream it at the top of the tallest building for the whole world to hear. You are Mark Lee's girl.

"Let's go, we can grab dinner then go over your place?" he asks, still not letting you go. Instead he steps to the side to open the passenger door for you.

"Sounds like a plan" you smile at him, then you look towards the passenger seat ready to get in but you saw a bouquet of blue tulips resting there

"Baby" you look back at him, he just smiles back at you.

"It's my favorite, and you know what those flowers mean? Inner peace, you're my inner peace. My heart's rest and home"

Feeling so happy you're in love. You thought this is what all those books were talking about, finding the right one.

He ushers you inside the car, helping you buckle in before making his way to the driver's side. He closes the door before facing you with a big smile on his face,

"What?" you ask

"What what?"

"I know that look, love. There's something else is there?"

"Okay you know me too well, but I saw this and I thought of you. If you don't like it, it's totally fine-" "I haven't even seen it, and shut up any gift from you I'll love it" you tell him.

This time Mark couldn't help himself, he leans closer to you. Pulling you gently towards him so he can finally kiss you, he's been waiting all day for this. He kisses you softly and slowly, like he's refreshing his memory of how it feels to have your lips on his.

"Okay okay, here I hope you like it" he says after the two of you broke apart. It's a small bag with a small box inside, you look at him skeptically before opening it.

Inside is a dainty necklace with the letter M hanging on it. The chain was simple, something you can wear everyday. Safe to say it was perfect.

"Lovie, I love it" you pout again, feeling a bit teary eyed

"Hey hey no crying, do you love it that much" he chuckles, taking your face between his hands. You nod, you can't wait so you put it on yourself

"This is so cute oh my gosh I'm never taking this off" you say while looking at your reflection on the mirror.

Unbeknownst to you, Mark is watching from the side falling even deeper in love with you.

"You know I love you right?" he mumbles

You look over at him, holding his face in one hand "I know, you tell me like atleast four times in a day" you tease him. Leaning over the console to peck his lips

"I love it, thank you so much. And I love you"

With Mark, you proved loving someone could be easy. Being with him feels like all the puzzle pieces of your life are finally falling into place. Even on bad days, he can make it better because he truly is everything good in your world.