#i was tossing around a few ideas and then suddenly he came to mind and everything just clicked

[frostfall-matches]

[ matchmaking... ]

@kamesama : [ match report ready ]

your match is…

✦ Gojo Satoru

Considering how much of an absolute menace the man is on most occasions, it’s safe to say that Gojo would delight in pestering you. The way he pesters you is similar to the way he pesters Nanami - you have this stern, serious, put-together demeanor about you and Gojo wants to see it crack, whether it be you snapping at him or cracking a smile. The first handful of interactions you have with him will likely end with you scowling at him while he laughs and makes his escape, with an “until next time!” thrown over his shoulder. He’s perceptive, able to tell that you hold quite a bit of yourself back when you’re not close with someone. It’s purely curiosity at first; you’re the newest little puzzle for him to figure out and he isn’t emotionally invested. So why is it that the more you start to show your true colors, he finds himself latching onto each of your reactions to his antics? When did he start hoping to impress you and make you smile?

Gojo is absolutely delighted when you open up, showing your wild and affectionate side. Letting loose in his presence once you’ve grown comfortable with him, the things coming out of your mouth are out-of-pocket and even startling. He can’t help but crack up, mirth in his blue eyes and a wide grin on his face. This is something he encourages at every turn, loving the way that you brighten around him, loving the way that you brighten him. Yes, he loves your meticulous, organized nature - even if he teases you about it - but this is a side of you that you only show to select people, and he’s honored to be one of them. And when the time comes that you have to get back to the grind, surrounded by strangers and acquaintances, there’s a quiet chuckle that leaves his lips as he sees the shift in your demeanor, your face settling into a stoic expression and your spine straightening as you square your shoulders.

He melts into your hugs, wrapping his strong arms tightly around you in return. His heart rate settles when he’s able to hold you. Being so untouchable all the time can wear one down… he doesn’t have the luxury to simply leave his defenses down all the time. Add to the fact that he simply hasn’t had the chance to become emotionally close to very many people. It’s no wonder that these moments are so dear to him - being able to indulge a bit, let his walls down, let you in. He starts to seek out your touch just as much as you seek out his, but he won’t admit that he’s perhaps a bit touch-starved.

He relishes in your straightforward, blunt nature. Gojo could really care less if your words might occasionally seem insensitive to some; in his opinion, there are too many people who hide behind polite smiles and roundabout, vague responses. You’re direct and straight to the point, something that is increasingly helpful when time is short. Instead of placating someone, you’re going to give an honest answer. Gojo finds this part of you so refreshing, and sometimes so amusing. You won’t need to worry about rubbing him the wrong way - he has thick skin and more than enough confidence in himself. More importantly, he knows you’re not trying to be hurtful or insensitive; you tend to just call it like you see it. However, that doesn’t mean that he won’t act like a wounded little puppy, asking you how you could say such a cruel thing about him.

As goal-oriented and ambitious as you can be, you remember to take time to enjoy life. It can sometimes be difficult for you, prone to perfectionism and high ideals, but you carve out a small space for hedonism in your life. Gojo so often comes across as happy-go-lucky, living life to the fullest, but he’s masking the fact that he feels trapped by this title of the strongest. He does often enjoy life’s small pleasures on a superficial level, but it can feel a bit empty, a bit meaningless. You could very well be a good influence on him in this aspect, forcing him to slow down and just focus on the moment, focus on the amount of peace and happiness that can be found in these little things, such as indulging in his favorite dessert with the company of someone he cares about. He begins to learn that it’s okay to indulge here and there, despite the weight on his shoulders.

You’re strong-minded, highlighted by your firm boundaries and principles. This works very well with Gojo, who exemplifies strength in any way he possibly can, even when it weighs heavily. It’s clear that you value yourself, your time, and your space; you have no intention of letting anyone disrespect that. Gojo might push people’s buttons (including yours) while bantering and teasing them, but he makes it a point to avoid crossing any major boundaries. Your values are held tightly to your chest; they make you who you are, form the core of your motivations.

He’s so fond of the fact that you know who you are and are insistent on staying as true to yourself as you can. Your strength of mind is also shown in the way that you’re decisive. You weigh your options carefully, but it’s not long before you make a decision; and you stick to it. Ever-so-flighty Gojo can be decisive… but there are times where he simply hands the decision-making to someone else. Don’t be surprised if he throws a handful of date ideas out at you, expecting you to pick one.

He’s happy to indulge in coffee dates with you. Considering his sweet tooth, he opts for drinks heavily saturated with sugar, milk, and artificial flavorings. He also doesn’t have a go-to drink since he has fun trying out new flavor combinations. His ever-watchful eyes are quick to pick up on your habits and drinks of choice. A delicate eyebrow quirks when he notices just how often you have a cup of coffee with you, even when you two haven’t gone out on any recent café dates.

“Are you sure you should be having that much coffee?” he teases, knowing he really has no room to talk considering his sugar addiction. Well, everyone has their quirks; there are much worse things that you could be obsessed with. In a surprisingly domestic show of love, Gojo learns how you prefer to make coffee for yourself while at home. Anytime you might want a cup, Gojo insists on making it himself. Once he learns your routine (and assuming it works out with his own irregular schedule), he gets your coffee ready without prompting so it’s ready for you when you head out the door.

[buckysgrace]

Seriously no pressure if this is too weird I get it 💀

Let’s say you’re friends with Billy and you’re both at this party and when you meet up later he’s shirtless, horny, drunk and wearing eyeliner and a fuzzy leopard coat (you have no idea how he got like this but it’s so hot). You end up in his tight tiny Camaro backseat, door open, his legs hanging out as you let him do whatever he wants to you right there with people walking by.

I literally cannot get that image of him out of my head! Like Dacre in drag, I don’t know 🫠 (Then I wake up to Joe in a blonde wig 😂)

Not weird at all!! He would look so hot dressed up like that (goooosh joe in a blonde wig too?? whew)

CW: Unprotected drunken sex, some degradation, blow jobs

Billy was a wild card when he was drunk. You never knew what to expect, or what he might do. He certainly became more boisterous, touchy and wild. You knew why, but he never liked to talk about that either.

You didn't really enjoy parties, but you did whatever Billy wanted to do. You usually expected for him to lose you in the crowd, but he kept a tight grip on you wherever he went. Like he wanted you near him. Or perhaps that was wishful thinking on your part.

"What are you wearing?" You giggled as he approached once again, his shirt long gone and replaced with a fuzzy leopard coat. You blinked your eyes a few times, squinting to confirm that he had black smudges around his eyes.

"Found this upstairs," He explained with a lazy grin, his blue eyes filled with amusement as he leaned forward, "Why?"

"You look silly." You responded, raising your eyebrows again as you looked him over. You shook your head, trying to figure out where he had tossed his shirt.

"Just silly?" He questioned as he bumped his shoulder into yours, stumbling a little bit. You could still feel the alcohol buzzing in your veins, so you couldn't imagine how he felt at the moment. He could drink you under a table, that was for sure.

"Handsome," You said slowly as you pressed your fingers against his bare chest softly, feeling just how hot his flesh was against yours, "Did you steal that?"

"Is it stealing if I'm returning it?" He snorted as he rested his arm over your shoulder, holding you close as you both made your way down to his parking spot.

"When are you planning on doing that?" You continued to tease him, enjoying his musk that rolled off towards you. You liked how he always smelt like his strong cologne, as if he bathed in it.

"Soon," He teased as he dragged his fingers across your shoulder softly, "I saw you watching me earlier." He replied a second later, taking you by surprise.

"You were loud," You said in defense of yourself, "Hard not to watch." You said honestly, furrowing your eyebrows tightly together.

"You sure that's the only reason?" He asked, sounding a little cocky as he came to a halt against his car. The paint was slightly warm from where it had been sitting out in the sun earlier.

"Yes." You said a second later, suddenly aware of how close he was. His eyes twinkled, like he knew something that you didn't.

"Look at me," He mumbled as he gripped your chin, "You're pretty, you know that?" You felt yourself relaxing against his touch, soaking in his strong hands against your skin.

"I guess I do now," You replied with a soft smile, "You're pretty too." You told him honestly. He had thick eyelashes, a button nose and strong cheekbones. He really was handsome. Anyone could see that.

He was suddenly real close, near enough that you could smell the cheap beer and strong cigarettes from his tongue. It made your heart hammer a little harder in your chest but you didn't back down. You stayed put, continuing to stare at him as you tried to figure out his challenge.

"You have a pretty mouth," He mumbled as he moved his fingers closer towards your mouth, "I like your lips." He said at last, his eyes glued in that direction as your mind suddenly felt jumbled.

"Oh," You mumbled, your heart racing as you tried to make sense of what he was saying, "Thank you. You have-, You have pretty lips too." You said in response, mentally kicking yourself at how bad that sounded. His lips curled into a soft smirk, like he was still flattered.

"Yeah?" He replied in a cocky manner as he popped the front door open and sat on the seat. You were about to protest, sure that he shouldn't be driving, "I bet you'd look even prettier on your knees."

"Excuse me?" You asked, blinking quickly as you moved your hands onto your hips. You were sure that you had heard him wrong. He had never been this forward before.

"You heard me," He said with a smirk, "Wanna see how you look on your knees. C'mon. Nothing wrong with that." He shrugged his shoulders, his gaze unwavering as he stared up towards you this time.

You debated his suggestion for a long time, before ultimately deciding that it was all in good fun. He was teasing you. It was what he did. There was no problem in entertaining him just a little bit. It was all in good fun.

"Happy?" You asked as you rested your hands on your knees, staring up towards him. His eyes were hooded, the blue a little darker than usual. He moved his hands forward, cupping your jaw once again. You lingered in his touch, trying to pretend that it didn't feel that good.

"Almost," He replied as he traced his thumb across your lips, "I wonder how your mouth feels around my cock." His words sent pleasure through your body, made your clit tingle as you anticipated his next move.

"You wanna feel my mouth?" You asked him softly as you moved your hands up towards his thighs slowly, "You sure?" You questioned him, watching the way his eyes filled with lust and hunger.

"'Course I am," He smirked as he traced your lips again, pausing before he sat up a bit to unbutton his tight jeans. You watched in interest, staring at the bulge that formed in his pants, "You're not gonna be a bitch about it, are you?"

"No," You whispered softly, feeling desire rushing through your chest as you stared at him. You'd wanted him for a long time now, unsure if he really knew that or not. You exhaled deeply, heart hammering as he pulled his hard cock from his jeans, "Oh, wow." You replied, taken aback by your own words as you stared at his thick girth and long length.

You moved your hand to him slowly, wrapping your fingers around his girth softly and earning a groan from him. You languidly stroked him in your hand, squeezing softly towards his base as sweet sounds fell from his tongue.

You rubbed your thumb across his slit, spreading his precum down the length of his cock as you continued to tug on his cock. You liked the way he watched you, how he wanted you to look right up at him the whole time. It gave you a burst of confidence, made you feel powerful even though you were on your knees.

You pressed a gentle kiss against his fat, red tip as a rough exhale left his lips. You did your best to hide your smirk, flattered with how much he was enjoying the feeling of you. You licked away his precum, breathing in his musk before you slid him into your mouth.

"Jesus," He groaned as he pressed against the back of your neck, his fingertips digging into your skin as you stretched your lips around his big girth. You relaxed your jaw, rolling your tongue underneath the base of his cock to get yourself fully comfortable, "Such a good little whore. Look at you, so easy. Just for me."

His words left a tingly feeling through your body, your mind fuzzy as you slowly began to move your head along the length of his cock. You gripped one hand at his base, using the other to squeeze his balls as your spit soon coated where your hands were.

You gagged a little too hard as he thrusted up, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making your eyes flutter. You rolled your tongue around his girth slowly, blinking the tears from your eyes as the taste and smell of him became overwhelming.

He groaned, tapping at the side of your cheek to draw your attention up towards his blue eyes. He looked pretty with his dark eyebrows furrowed together; his red lips parted as grunts continued to fall from his tongue.

His fingers pressed against the curve of your throat, exploring your smooth skin as you continued to savor the sensation of his heavy cock against your tongue. It was all over with too quickly, leaving you desperate for more of him.

He pulled you away from his cock, giving your lips a much needed break as he dragged you up towards him. You straddled him awkwardly, doing your best to fit in the car as he crashed his lips against yours.

He kissed you deeply, messily as he licked away the drool and precum from your mouth. It made you moan, made you grind your hips down against him for some much needed relief. You wanted him. You wanted him more than you'd ever wanted anyone before.

He looked up at you, eyes bright like the stars as you ran your fingers through his hair gently. Your lipstick hard smeared against his lips, spreading onto his cheeks from how passionate and fervent you'd been kissing.

"Billy," You moaned as he kissed the corner of your lips, making your body curl as he brought his strong hands up against your boobs, "I want you so badly. Please."

"Mhm," He grinned against your mouth, exhaling roughly as he rubbed at your hips, "You wanna ride my cock? Right out here, like a little whore?"

"Your whore," You moaned, feeling his cock twitch against your inner thigh, "Please." You begged him, needing to feel something. He wasted in time as he roughly tugged your skirt up over your hips, then messily slid your panties aside.

"Pretty," He whispered as he dragged his thick fingers against your wet folds, making you croon in response, "She's all wet for me." He said with a laugh, his eyes hazy as he watched you.

His gaze was so intense that you nearly turned away from him, unable to handle the fierce look that they held. You gulped softly, rocking your hips forward to distract him. You needed him.

"Nasty little slut," He tsked as he slid the tip of his cock against your wet hole. He watched you, keeping eye contact as he slowly slid his tip inside of your weeping cunt, "Such a good girl, taking me so well."

He pulled you forward, keeping his strong arms around your waist as he slid you further down along the curve of his cock. You gasped at the sensation, your walls stretching around his thick girth as he slowly filled you.

"See," He breathed out huskily, making you whimper at the tight way he gripped your hips, "You can take it. Doing so good for me, such a good little slut." He mumbled as his lips ghosted against the side of your neck.

You stayed there for a moment; his cock filled deep inside of you as your stomach twisted in pleasure. You could feel it spreading up your spine, down towards your toes. It was white hot, making you press yourself harder against him.

"Oh God," You whined as you leaned back a little bit, gripping his knees to stay balanced as he began to drag you along the curve of his cock, "Jesus, Billy." You moaned, feeling a fresh wave of pleasure rush through your body.

You could feel him throbbing inside of your walls, every curve and vein brushing against your sensitive cunt as he brought his thumb down against your clit. He pressed onto the sensitive bud, making you cry out a little louder as your cunt dripped around him.

"Mhm," He groaned as he continued to drag his mouth against your skin, his teeth nipping at the nape of your neck gently, "You sound so pretty on my cock. Gonna let everyone know whose making you feel this good, yeah?" He huffed, grunting as he admired the way your pussy hugged his thick girth.

The thought of anyone catching you two should be horrifying, but it left you with a new intense feeling as you began to rock your hips forward a little harder. Your moaned grew louder as the tip of his cock pressed deep against your spongy walls, hitting the sensitive spot you so desperately needed.

"Yeah, yeah," You breathed out rapidly, your mind focusing on how much deeper he seemed to go every time you inhaled, "Jesus, you feel so good. God." You began to whine, your thighs trembling at the way he continued to rub at your clit.

Your bodies moved in unison, rocking against one another and savoring the feeling as he used his free hand to squeeze at your hip. His fingertips dug into your skin, sure to leave marks as he continued to rock you along the length of his cock.

His groans were heavenly, better than any song you'd ever heard on the radio as the sound of your flesh meeting his began to fill the little cramped space. You could feel the lust inside of you growing, the pleasure spreading as your muscles twisted in anticipation.

"Fuck, fuck," He groaned as he pulled you closer, eyes even darker from the eyeliner around his eyelids, "S'good for me, baby. That's it. Cum all over my cock." He reassured you, guiding you through your impending high.

It crashed into you at once, making your toes curl in your shoes as you gripped a hold of his shoulders tightly. You pressed your lips together, trying to keep your moans at bay but unable to do so. It all felt so good, made your body shake and eyes roll into the back of your head.

"Billy," You whined as your fingertips began to thread through the fuzzy jacket, gripping onto anything as his thrusts became rougher and deeper, "Oh my God, yes." You spit out, your tongue numb and thoughts fuzzy.

He huffed, eyebrows knitting tightly together as his cock filled you to the brim. You moaned at the sensation, burying your face into the crook of his neck as a rush of curses left his tongue.

You gasped as you felt his warm spunk filling your walls, coating your pussy with part of him as he began to claw at your flesh. It was depraved, so sinful and glorious all at once.

He nudged his nose against your cheek softly, mumbling something that you didn't quite catch as you tried to collect yourself from your orgasm. Your ears still felt like they were ringing, your lungs strained and body warm.

"What?" You asked, shaking your head softly as you blinked in confusion at him. His lips were still smeared from your lipstick, his eyes messy from the sweat that had collected from his forehead. He looked handsome, very handsome.

"Nothing," He said instead, eyes drifting over your features as your heart began to hammer roughly inside of your chest once again, "It was nothing important." He reasoned, leaving you nodding your head slowly as you wondered how things would ever go back to normal.

[takenbypeter]

Chocolate Fixes Everything

Willy Wonka x reader

Words: 1179

Sick fic for Willy Wonka, made this cause I’m sick again and I’ve become sick so often these past few months 🙃

Accepting requests for Willy only right now send me any requests plz I’m on a Wonka high rn

You couldn’t believe it. Your throat was itchy, your nose was sore. You could barely get past fifteen minutes without a horrendous cough flying out from the back of your throat. Your nose was stuffed and if it wasn’t stuffed, it was runny, which is why you kept a box of tissues close by. It wasn’t the fact you were sick that you couldnt believe, it was the fact that you were sick only a mere weeks ago and here you were, ill again. Typically this didn’t happen to you but recently it seemed like your immune system was against you, (maybe it was because of all the chocolate you had eaten recently but who knows).

While many of your friends had got the message of your sickness it seems like Willy wasn’t one of them.

“You wouldn’t believe the idea that just popped into my head!” Wonka shouted as he practically tossed your door open, your eyes shot wide as you suddenly became fully alert at the abrupt activity.

Willy on the other hand walked right past your bed which was positioned on the opposite side of the door, with his mind clearly focused on whatever his new idea was.

“Noodle and I were discussing and she had just reminded me of—“ his words were cut off and his upbeat pacing came to a halt when he finally realized you were still in bed.

His expressions seemed to relay curious, then sadness as his facial lines deepened. Without missing a beat he pulled up the wooden chair nearby. “What happened? You look horrible.”

A knowing smile tugged at your lips while you pulled your blanket further to your chin, “gee thanks, that’s just what everyone wants to hear when they’re sick.”

“You’re sick!? No that can’t be, I remember you being sick only two weeks ago.”

You nod acknowledging the fact while his face shifts into surprised? Or maybe excitement…? Stunned? It seemed like all of the above.

“Well you’re in luck,” he exclaimed scooting himself back towards the desk across the room, setting up his small briefcase factory on the table, “because I have something that’ll make you feel right as rain,” he stops tinkering with his case for a brief moment to shoot you a mischevious look, “chocolate rain.”

You rolled your eyes while he turned right around whipping a concoction together.

“Willy, I love your enthusiasm but chocolate can’t just make everything feel better.”

“Says who? Who says?”

“Medical doctors that’s who!”

“Oh doctors schmoctors,” he waves the concern off.

“Chocolate does fix everything. And this isn’t just regular old chocolate.”

Attention grabbed, you watch peculiarly as he pushes buttons and pours things in different areas of his case.

“Last time you got sick you felt awful for practically a week and a half, and I started making this since then,” his briefcase makes whirring noises as it gets to work mixing the ingredients. “Now let me ask you, what do you typically take when you have a sore throat?”

“A spoonful of honey with lemon?” You ask, unsure if that was the answer he was looking for, I mean many people do a variety of things once sick, but you took a shot in the dark anyway.

“Absolutely. But that feeling only lasts for a short time. But with this candy I designed, it lasts far, far longer.”

The machine stops and out pops a single candy, shaped simple and evenly square, as green as a lime. And with that candy in hand he returns back to you across the room.

“This is a Choc-well, because as soon as you eat it you’ll feel well,” you gave him an odd look, “the name hasn’t been hashed out yet.”

He motions for you to open your hand and he drops the small piece in your palm, to which you look at suspiciously. “It’s chocolate?”

“Yes. The outer layer is a milk chocolate, while the inside is a honey like substance from the Beezle-midge. And then inside that, is a tiniest drop of twang from a lime.”

“Beezle-midge?”

“It’s a small type of insect that usually travels in groups, except when separated and given the right incentive it secretes honey.”

You winced grossed out by the fact, “ew.”

“It’s good, trust me. Now try it.”

With one final motivating look from the boy you took the chocolate and popped it in your mouth.

“If you want it to really work suck on the chocolate, don’t chew,” he instructed just as you were about to take the first bite. But you did as told enjoying the chocolate. Little by little the chocolate layer disappeared into your mouth as the honey started to make its way to the front and Willy watched on as you ate the delicacy.

After a few moments of honey came the tiniest twang of flavor just as he said and just like that the candy was gone.

“So, how does it feel?” He asks and for a moment you’re not sure what he’s asking for.

“How does your throat feel?”

You oh-ed before closing your mouth in thought. The taste was on its way out but your throat felt much better, it no longer hurt from soreness and you didn’t feel any itchiness no or scratchiness.

“It feels…normal! Like it doesn’t even hurt. That’s amazing! How does that happen?”

“The honey from the Beezle-midge as it’s going down puts a small coat along your throat which lasts practically a whole day.”

“That’s splendid Willy, truly astounding!” You praise sitting up in bed. True you still had your other symptoms but at least you didn’t have to worry about your throat or coughing for now. Willy displayed a bashful smile at the compliments that he took to heart.

“Why didn’t you give this to me last time?” You asked curious as to why he just let you suffer, surely it couldn’t be just cause he forgot.

“Well actually…” he tilts his head back and forth before continuing, “you being sick last time is kind of the inspiration for it.”

This was not a new thing, Willy used many different people and experiences as inspiration, but he suddenly felt so shyly in telling you about yourself being his inspiration. Why? Was it because he didn’t know how you were going to react? He knew you would react well of course, you always did when it came to his creations.

“You made this…” you pointed to air essentially now that the chocolate was gone, “because of me?”

He nodded modestly, “last time you got sick, you missed out on a lot, and we missed you a lot in the factory.”

You grinned a toothy grin, “aww that’s sweet, and this chocolate is so cool!”

At your exclaim he felt relief, “good, I’m glad it’s working.”

That made you pause, “glad it’s working? What does that mean? You haven’t tested it before?” You asked worried.

“That’s not what I meant, geez. You do that one time,” he mumbled as he went back to his small briefcase factory.

[heartsforvin]

Can you do one where y/n gives vinnie head while he’s streaming🤭

FUN AND GAMES

girl no joke had this idea when i first started writing for vin 😭 thank you for the request !!!

also when is it my turn to give this mf head while he’s streamin ???

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral (m receiving), praise, hair pulling, cussing, dirty talk, use of pet names, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: you can’t help but have a little fun while your boyfriend has his

vinnie was currently streaming while you sat on your shared bed on your phone. he’s been streaming for about an hour now, and you were starting to get bored.

he’d pause here and there and glance over at you, mouthing am ‘i love you’ and saying he’d be done soon. you thought soon would be twenty, maybe thirty minutes.

it wasn’t.

“vinnie,” you whine, extending his name out of dramatics. “how much longer?”

your boyfriend turned his chair to look at you, pushing his headset off his ear a bit so he could hear you.

“a few more minutes, baby.” he told you, you just groaned and laid on the bed.

you laid there for a minute before an idea came into mind. you knew vinnie was also on discord with his friends, which made this idea a bit more fun and exciting.

it’s something you’ve thought about doing for awhile, just trying to find the exact right time to do so.

scooting off the bed, you toss your phone onto it before walking over to vinnie. he feels your arms wrap around him from behind and looks up at you with a smile.

you reciprocate the gesture, moving your hands down his chest as you keep the smile on your face.

he’s about to ask what you’re up to but you beat him to it. before he can speak you’re pushing his chair back a bit to get under his desk.

vinnie can take a hint at what you’re about to do but he just goes on with the stream and talking to everyone.

that is until he feels the cold air hit below his waist. muting himself from everyone, he looks down and sees you with his cock in your hands, stroking him softly.

“hi baby!” you say with the sweetest smile, as if you’re not jerking him off right now.

“the fuck are you doing?” he whispers although he’s muted.

you gesture to his dick which is in your hands as if it isn’t obvious. you giggle as you continue your movements.

he groans as you continue to work your hand up and down him, giving him the sweetest smile.

“got bored, wanted to have some fun while you had yours.” you say.

vinnie stares at you for a minute before he hears one of his friends ask where he is. that’s when he unmutes and replies. “sorry, my girl needed somethin’.”

you smile at him one last time before wrapping your lips around him. vinnie covers his subtle moan as a cough as he continues his stream.

as the stream continues, so do you. you push your legs together to try and rid the ache that’s in between them.

vinnie glances down and notices, a smirk plastered on his face before he says, “you gettin’ horny just by sucking me off? dirty girl.”

you don’t lift off him to respond, just batting your lashes as you bob your head on him.

it takes everything in the boy above you to not let out a sound when he hits the back of your throat. he just quietly groans, hoping no one suspected anything.

your pace quickens and you decide to get at least a bit more of a reaction out of your boyfriend, so you take his balls in your hands and give them a squeeze.

vinnie gives you a daring look, which just makes you smile and continue your previous movements.

you thought that’d get him going but apparently you did nothing. not even him telling you to behave.

as you continue to work your mouth on his cock, your hand moves up and down around the base as you do.

suddenly you feel vinnie snake his arm around you and grab your hair, making a makeshift ponytail.

he thrusts his hips harshly, making his cock hit the back of your throat again as you gag.

“look at you,” he whispers. “takin’ my cock like such a good girl. aren’t you, baby?” he asks.

you don’t respond, which earns you a tug to your hair. “asked you a question, princess,” he rasps as you continue to work on him. “are you my good girl.”

the praise goes straight through your head and you moan around him in response, hoping that’ll be enough to satisfy him.

it does, and he returns the noise as he thrusts into your mouth again.

quickly muting himself, he turns his gaze back to you and looks down at the sight in front of him.

he doesn’t care if anyone catches on as to what might be going on, all he cares about is the feeling of your lips around him, making him feel oh, so good.

“gonna cum, pretty,” he moans when he feels the familiar feeling in his lower belly. “where you want it, baby?”

all you do is moan around him as you continue to bob your head and jerk him at the same time.

he takes that as a response and before he can tell you he’s cumming, you’re feeling the warm liquid run down your throat.

you pull off him with a smile, feeling proud of yourself. vinnie smiles at you in return as he moves his hand from your hair to your lips to catch some of the liquid on your lips.

“open,” he says before you open your mouth and he sticks his finger inside. “good girl.”

once you regain strength, you crawl out from out of the desk as vinnie tries his best to pull his boxers and shorts back on.

once he does, he hears his friends asking questions as to why you just came out from under the desk.

he’s definitely not hearing the end of it anytime soon, but it was definitely worth it.

hey yall !!!! i loved this one SO much and i bet all of you are going to, too (:

first time i’ve felt like writing after i get off work 🥲

thank you to the anon who requested !! i hope you loved it and it lived up to your expectations <33

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[stayteezdreams]

Let Me Love You

Plot: You and Wooyoung are meant to be, at least he thought so. So why are you so determined to refuse him?

Pairing: Idol!Jung Wooyoung x Make Up Artist!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Request: Wooyoung + “Why wont you let me love you?”

Requested by: @hanni-bae44

Warnings/Notes: Use of Y/n multiple times. Kissing. Angsty/Emotional for most of it.

Words: ~2.8k

"I like you Y/n, like I really, really like you."

"...I know."

"I don't think I've ever met someone so perfect for me."

"Wooyoung."

"You know we're meant to be together right?"

"I- I cant, we can't."

"What do you mean? You feel the same as me...don't you?"

"....No."

Wooyoung chest was tight as the memory replayed in his head. Your words and actions didn't match, it made no sense. It was tearing him up inside. Because he knew you liked him, you had too. If you didn't then what was everything the two of you had been through?

The hours spent together, the flirting, the stolen glances, the unspoken conversations, the moments of eye contact that lasted way too long, the dates you labelled as "hang-outs". The gentle touches both of you pretended didn't happen.

Pulling out his phone he read over the last text he sent you asking to meet up three days prior. You saw it, but hadn't replied.

Tossing his phone onto the table he let out a frustrated sigh. What was going on?

Biting the inside of his cheek he shook his head, standing and grabbing his phone again. Determined to figure out what was going on.

Your apartment was quiet as you scrolled through your phone, your mind constantly returning to Wooyoung's message. You wanted to see him, but you knew it was a bad idea. It was best to distance yourself before things got too serious.

Others at the company began getting suspicious about your relationship with Wooyoung. Any time you were together others eyed you, many giving you dirty or disappointed looks. Whispers followed you anytime you were near him.

Things were often tight-lipped at the company. If an idol was dating a staff member, other's wouldn't be allowed to say anything. But that didn't mean they always followed those rules. And a scandal was the last thing you wanted to cause for Wooyoung and the company. He would deal with the backlash and punishment from the company, and you would probably be fired, or transferred. And it would be your fault.

Wooyoung didn't seem to be bothered by the idea, by the conflict it could cause. The problems for him, or for you. So you had to be the one to deal with it, you had to be the one to protect him, by hurting the both of you. So you pushed away your feelings, and pulled away from him.

You had already started to distance yourself when Wooyoung suddenly confessed to you. It broke your heart to walk away from him, to reject his confession, when you wanted nothing more than to tell him you felt the same.

Looking at the nearby coffee table you smiled to yourself at the stack of boardgames. Wooyoung came over a few nights a week when he could, for game night. You would often spend hours playing games, sometimes the other's would come as well, turning it into a slumber party.

On the nearby mirror, polaroid photos were pinned around the edges. Many of you and your friends, many of you and Wooyoung. Everyone assumed you were best-friends. But you weren't, not really, you were something...else. Something between best-friends and lovers, but neither. An 'almost' something.

You jolted when a sudden knock echoed through your apartment. Glancing at the clock, you frowned. You hadn't ordered any food, why would someone be here at seven in the evening?

Walking to the door, you checked who was there and your heart skipped a beat. Wooyoung was standing outside your door, obviously antsy as he seemed to bounce around on his feet.

Taking a step away from the door, you brought your hand to your chest as your breathing became uneven.

He knocked again and you held your breath. You heard an audible sigh from the other side of the door.

"Y/n, open up! I know you're in there I heard you walk up to the door!"

You closed your eyes and cursed to yourself. Did he actually hear you, or was it a bluff?

He knocked again. "If you don't answer I'll stay here all night!" As his voice got louder you internally groaned, not wanting him to disturb your neighbors.

Reaching for the door, you pulled it open just as he was about to knock again. Wooyoung let out a breath as his eyes fell on you and your disgruntled face.

If he wasn't upset he would find it adorable.

Without letting you speak he walked past you and into your apartment. You closed your eyes briefly as you took in a deep breath and closed the door.

"What are you doing here Wooyoung?"

He spun around and let out a deep breath. "Why are you running from me?"

You remained silent, unsure of what to say. He let out a frustrated sigh as he began pacing.

"I don't understand how we could go from being so close and obviously interested in each other, to you distancing yourself and rejecting me as though you hate me."

You flinched at his words. You would never hate him, you could never hate him. But maybe it was best if he thought you did.

"I'm sorry I made you think I felt the same."

Wooyoung stopped and stared at you his eyes wide. "What do you mean?"

"We ar- were friends Wooyoung. If you thought I had feelings for you, you were wrong, and I'm sorry for whatever I did that made you think I felt the same as you. But I don't."

He stared at you as his face slowly dropped, making your heart ache. Shaking his head he walked up to you, setting his hands on your shoulders and staring into your eyes.

"You're lying, I know you are. I just don't understand why."

You let out a frustrated sigh, "Why come here if you aren't going to listen to anything I say?"

"Because I know you feel the same! I know it."

"You know nothing!"

He jumped at the volume of your voice, he had never heard it so loud, so angry. There were tears edging your eyes and he frowned. Why were you lying to him? You knew he could tell you were lying, but why were you being so persistent? What happened?

Pushing his hands away from you you grabbed your door handle and opened the door. "I think you should leave Wooyoung."

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped when your eyes seemed to be pleading to him.

He let out a sad sigh, his own eyes burning with the threat of tears. Walking past you and out into the hall he looked back at you one more time as you closed the door, your broken voice sending him away with heartbreak.

"Don't come back here again."

Wooyoung stood outside your door for what felt like an hour, tears eventually falling as he realized he had lost you. The confusion and hurt made his chest tight with pain. What had happened? Why did he confess? Why did he ruin what you had? Why were you so determined to lie about your own feelings? Did someone say something? Someone at the company?

Eventually walking away, his heart was heavy and heartbroken, but his stubborn determination still clung on. He was not giving up, not on you, not now, not ever.

Wooyoung's eyes were following you around the room as you set up your makeup station. Everyone was preparing for a shoot and it was the first time Wooyoung had seen you in a week.

His heart ached as he watched you, refusing to even look in his direction. His heart leapt when someone told him to got to your station to get his makeup done. He shouldn't have been surprised, you were always the one to do his makeup. You were often referred to as 'his' makeup artist, even if you did the other's makeup as well.

He saw your disdained reaction before you got back to arranging the makeup. As Wooyoung sat down in your chair his eyes never left your face, watching as you refused to look at him.

Over the last week, he had heard whispers about the two of you. You hung out a lot at the company, but hadn't so much as looked at each other in a week. Everyone was wondering what had happened, but no one was willing to ask.

"Y/n." He said your name softly, noting how you paused for a second before continuing to grab products.

"Y/nnnn" his voice was a bit more whiny this time making you close your eyes and sigh.

Finally looking over at him you saw how pleading his eyes were. Why wasn't he angry with you?

"Just because you don't like me doesn't mean you have to ignore me."

Your chest tightened at his words. You hated how much you hurt him, but you needed to be resolute. You couldn't be as willing to risk his idol image as he seemed to be.

Wooyoung tilted his head slightly as you remained looking at him. He could tell you were battling your own thoughts and feelings. Before he could talk again, you cleared your throat.

"Don't talk anymore, I'm going to start."

He smiled softly as you began doing his makeup, at least you spoke to him, even if it was the politely tell him to shut up.

Your job had never felt worse as you did Wooyoung's makeup. His eyes never left your face, as he scanned your eyes and even your lips multiple times. You knew he wanted to speak, but there were too many other's around you.

You were also aware of the eyes and quiet whispers around you. You and Wooyoung were never this quiet, especially when you were together. His makeup always took the longest because of it. But this time he was the first done.

Finishing up, you set your thing's aside, "You're all done."

Wooyoung leaned closer to you, speaking softly, "Y/n."

Standing up, his voice causing goosebumps, you turned away, "I need to go clean the brushes."

Wooyoung let out a sigh as he watched you leave, he could feel Seonghwa watching him from nearby. He, along with the other's were aware of what happened, and they were just as confused as Wooyoung.

After the shoot, and with some encouragement from the others, Wooyoung walked around the company looking for you.

Finally finding you as you began to leave for the day, he took the chance to steal you away.

You let out a gasp of surprise as Wooyoung sped past you, grabbing your wrist and dragging you along with him as he went.

"What are you doing?" You whispered with a obvious surprise as you looked around to see if anyone saw what was happening.

Entering into a stairwell no one used, Wooyoung cornered you against the door and stared you down.

"I'm not leaving this time. And I wont let you. Not until you explain to me what's going on."

"Wooyoung."

"Why did you lie?"

"Lie about what?"

"That you don't have feelings for me. I know you do, and I know you lied. I just need to know why. Tell me why you wont let me be with you."

You opened your mouth to speak, to push him away harshly, to tell him you weren't lying, but your words died on your lips.

Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he caressed your cheek with his hand. "You know how I feel. You know I adore you, I'm head over heels for you. I want to be with you more than anything, so why wont you let me? Why won't you let me love you?"

Your felt your lips tremble as his words shook you. You did know those things. You knew he adored you, and you knew you adored him too. You wanted him to love you, and you wanted to love him.

You let out a soft sigh as you closed your eyes briefly, giving in, encouraging yourself to finally tell him why you rejected him.

"It's because you want to be with me more than anything that you are blind to why you can't."

He frowned and you shook your head softly.

"How could you not understand Wooyoung? It doesn't matter that I have feelings for you, or that I adore you too, that I want to be with you too. You hear it all the time Woo. Idols can't date."

Realization hit Wooyoung like a truck as he stared at your sad eyes. That was why? Because of the risk?

He lowered his head and let out a breath. Of course that was it, how could he be so stupid. Even if they didn't have a dating ban, even if you hid you were dating, if you got found out, it would still cause a scandal. It would cause issues for everyone. Him, you, the company. But you would only care about him, about what it would do to him.

Looking up, he met your eyes again. "You rejected me to protect me didn't you. Because you knew I wouldn't care about the risk?"

You remained silent but the way you avoided his eyes told him it was true.

You spoke again, your voice soft. "If we were to date we have to keep it a secret. I don't particularly care about that part, but, it would be stressful wouldn't it? Always having to hide, never getting to go out together easily. And if we got caught? You know how bad it could get. We would be ridiculed, bullied, insulted, we might even be forced apart. Is it really worth it to you?"

Even though your eyes showed your sadness, and your words your concern, Wooyoung couldn't help but smile.

Gently grabbing your face, Wooyoung leaned in, pausing briefly as he met your eyes, before pressing his lips to yours.

Your breath caught as you moved to push him away, but stopped short as he deepened the kiss. Closing your eyes, you found yourself gently grabbing at his arms.

When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. "Yes, it's worth it. Anything is worth it if I get to be with you."

His name left your mouth as a whisper, "Wooyoung."

He shook his head softly. "Y/n. You are focusing too much on the bad that could happen. Don't forget all the good things. Even if we have to remain a secret, we would still be together. We could have dates at home, or groups dates where it would look like we're just hanging out. We could find a hundred ways and reasons to be together. And if it was found out, even with all of the hate and ridicule, you know there are those who would support us, defend us, and protect us. Focus on that."

He caressed your cheek again, "I am serious about how I feel about you Y/n. I already talked to the others, I had a meeting with Hongjoong and the managers. They would be blind if they didn't see how I felt about you. Yes it might be hard, but it would be worth it if we could be together, even in secret. Because it tears me apart not being with you at all."

Wooyoung's words shook you. He had thought about it more than you gave him credit. You bit the inside of your cheek as you pressed your forehead against him.

"But what if you regret it?"

"I wont. I promise."

"You don't know that."

He cupped your face, making you look into his eyes. After he gazed at you for a few second, he leaned in, pressing another soft, quick kiss to your lips.

Pulling away he smiled softly, "Maybe I don't know for sure. But what I do know is how I feel about you now. And I know that those feelings wont go away easily. I have enough love for you now, to last a lifetime. So please Y/n, be with me. Let me love you."

You stared into his eyes for a moment, the silence between you so loud your ears were ringing. A small smile finally graced your face as you nodded slowly.

A grin spread across his face "Yeah?"

Giving in completely, your smile widened as you nodded again, "Yeah."

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, you wrapped your arms around him in return. Your heart was pounding and a thousand thoughts and worries rushed through your head, but you didn't care as much about them now, they didn't scare you as much. Not now that Wooyoung understood, and was willing to protect the both of you as best as he could.

Stepping away from you, Wooyoung looked into your face with a bright smile as tears brimmed his eyes. You were sure you looked the same, as he gently cupped your face again before leaning in to kiss you once more.

The future might have it's moments of struggle, but you were confident now, that you would get through it together.

xx End xx

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[justatasteofyourpoison]

Too many cooks…

(A Hazbin Hotel/Alastor x Fem Reader fan fiction)

Part 2

I didn’t expect to write any more smut, butttt I had so much fun writing the last one (take that depression! :D) This idea came to me while casually preparing a roast on Sunday and singing along to the HH soundtrack. Enjoy!

Pairing: Alastor x Fem Reader

Plot: It’s your turn to cook for the HH gang, but Alastor decides to distract you…

Warnings: 18+, smut, bdsm, blood, rough sex (not for me, but maybe you), slight praise k*nk, p in v.

Word Count: About 1.3K

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The hotel was a hub of joy and excitement tonight, it was Friday night and that meant party time! Each week you all took turns cooking a slap-up meal for each other, then put on music, drank and laughed into the small hours. Last week Sir Pentious served up some sort of inedible egg dish which didn’t go down too well, especially when you all had noticed a couple of his egg boys had mysteriously disappeared… But anyway, it was your turn to shine and you were determined to cook something amazing for everyone!

You had it all planned out, cook a few things to suit every taste; something meaty, something veggie, something carby and something buggy… “Ugh” you scoffed as you placed the tray of roaches into the oven. It was Nifty’s favourite and who were you to deny the endearing little creep?

Niffty ran in and out of the kitchen gathering plates and cutlery to set the table. “Thanks Niffty, you’re a star!” You chimed as she grabbed some plates. “No problem! Everything must be perfect!” She sang as she grabbed some more plates. “And clean” she muttered wiping the top plate manically as she struggled through the door.

You laughed to yourself and began preparing the vegetables on the large island in the middle of the kitchen. “I think I’ll have everyone’s tastes covered with this spread” you thought. But then you remembered - Alastor. Alastor who had invited you to his room last night… Your heart fluttered as you remembered the evening’s amorous activities… “I don’t have any venison for Alastor, he’ll be so disappointed” you thought sadly. You didn’t want to disappoint him, especially now that you were his new flight of fancy.

You continued chopping up vegetables when a familiar feeling washed over you. The static was back and that only meant one thing… “Hello my little Doe” a voice suddenly whispered into your ear. You jumped violently and accidentally pierced the knife into your finger. “SHIT!” you yelped in pain as scarlet began dripping onto the white marble. You grabbed the nearest cloth and pressed it tightly to your finger before spinning round to see Alastor stood there. “Hey Alastor, sorry” you said meekly. “No I’m sorry my dear, I need to learn to not sneak up on people when they’re holding knives. Especially not Niffty, she’s a total liability…” He trailed off, “but here, let me help you” Before you knew it the cloth was tossed aside and Alastor had your finger in his mouth. A seductive look in his eye as his tongue swirled around, making sure to get every drop of you. When he was satisfied he let you go and wiped his mouth across his hand “almost as tasty as last night” he purred looking intently into your eyes. You blushed. “Now don’t be coy with me Y/N, you’re no innocent” he said leaning in closer before gently pressing his lips to yours. Your legs felt weak feeling him against you.

“What are you cooking?” He enquired inquisitively after pulling himself away from you. “Err, a little of this, a little of that” you said brushing a loose hair behind your ear. “But…” you began sheepishly “I haven’t got any venison for you, I’m sorry.”

“Oh don’t worry about it” Alastor said coolly “I prefer to catch and eat it fresh” he said almost salivating at the thought. “But the fact I slipped your mind makes me a little sad…” He said his tone changing. Your stomach fell, you never wanted to disappoint the Radio Demon. “I’m sorry Alastor” you said avoiding his gaze. “But, I know how you can make it up to me” he grinned demonically.

Before you knew what was happening Alastor had spun you around and was pressing you down onto the cold marble worktop, his crotch pressed against your buttocks and his powerful hands holding you down by your neck. “Al!” you squeaked in surprise. “Y’know that bit of blood has got me yearning for a little bit more” he growled leaning down over you, his lips against your ear. His lips brushed down to your neck before biting into the flesh gently, his crotch rubbing against you. His lips trailed back up next to your ear. Your face was now flushed hot with excitement. “Last night was wonderful, I think it’s time for round two” he whispered seductively. Your heart skipped a beat, “But what if someone comes in?” you questioned, amazed that you both hadn’t been interrupted already. “I’ll make sure no one will” he said before licking your ear slowly up and down. From the corner of your eye your saw green lock appear on the door. No one would be disturbing you.

Alastor slid his hands down to your black skirt and hoisted it up. “These tights will have to go” he said sternly ripping them off with his claws. You winced as he then spanked your bare arse cheek. “Do you like that Y/N?” You did like that, a lot. “Yes Alastor” you moaned.

“Good girl” he purred as he began sliding your thong down to your ankles. You could hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers and felt your body tighten with excitement. He bent back down to your ears “Ready my Doe?” he cooed. “God yes Alastor” you whimpered.

His clawed fingertips traced their way down your back towards your buttocks, he dug his claws into the soft flesh and thrust himself into you roughly, you yelped in pain but didn’t want him to stop. He grabbed you by your pony tail and pulled your neck up, his lips back on your neck giving hickies. He moaned deeply with each thrust into your soaking pussy. “You’re mine” he growled as his stood up tall thrusting harder. His cock was deep inside you, tickling you just were you wanted it. “I thought you were punishing me Al” you moaned. Alastor laughed “Its not my fault you like it you little slut. Now, come for me” his thrusts became faster and the feeling was sensational. He dug his claws into your hips drawing blood and you felt yourself coming hard at the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain “fuck!” you exclaimed before moaning uncontrollably. “That’s it my little Doe” Alastor panted. “My turn!” He thrusted roughly, you could feel your hips starting to bruise from being bashed against the counter. But you didn’t care, all you wanted was Alastor to get there. He leant into you and grabbed your neck before groaning loudly. His cock pulsing inside you as your pussy was filled with him.

He kissed the back of your head before standing up and swiftly dressing himself. He gently pulled your underwear up and let your skirt down. He picked up the tattered tights and laughed “looks like I owe you more clothes!” before making them disappear in a puff of smoke. You chuckled as you turned to face him. You could never get over that face, that smile... He leaned in and gave you a soft kiss. “I’ll see you at dinner my Deer. There may not be anything I’ll eat, but some Rye with friends is always a welcomed treat.”

“Sounds good to me” you panted, still trying to recover from what had just happened. Before Alastor reached the door he stopped and turned “I’ll send some of the girls in to help you finish dinner, you’ve just used up a lot of energy so I’m sure you could you some help.” He said with a wicked grin. With a snap of his fingers the lock was removed from the door and he left inconspicuously.

You braced yourself on the counter. “What just happened…? Fuck!” You laughed to yourself removing a hand from the cold counter to wipe the sweat from your forehead. “I’d better clean up this blood, it looks like Niffty’s tortured someone in here…”

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[mins-fins]

where do we go

&&. conversations between lung destroyi— i mean, smoking cigarettes.

pairing: lee donghyuck x gn!reader

genre: some weird thing idk..

warnings: smoking, readers got some bad friends

word count: 0.9k

notes: can you believe this.. TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY!??? okay my first hyuck post today was a timestamp i posted while on the bus home but hey!! two posts in one day is crazy.. also both of them being for haechan, i don't like him guys i just had two good ideas containing smoking and he was the first idol that came to mind 😖 he's the loml fr 💗 but no no no im not a sunflower dont get it wrong 🙏 also i dont smoke, based this off shit i've read and observing all the adults in my life who smoke around me 🙁 dont crucify me for not being accurate #smokers

"you have a lighter?"

the question strikes you as odd. you snap out of your street lamp gazing and turn to the stranger beside you. you blink a few times, as if you couldn't fathom why such a question would be asked. the stranger waits patiently for your answer, mouth seemingly zipped shut after asking the question. "what?" you inquire like an idiot.

"a lighter" he reiterates, raising an inflammable joint tucked between his index and middle finger in the air. you allow for your mouth to form a small 'o', and you clear your throat, suddenly feeling flustered. he snickers lightly, and your almost afraid that he's laughing at you. "you don't smoke?"

you smile weakly, just sighing as you begin rummaging through your pockets. "no it's just.. today's not my day, i'm upset about some shit that's all" when you finally find the lighter you remember you placed into your pocket, you passed it over to him with a throw. "here".

the stranger doesn't seem to be that interested in your lighter anymore, his face coloring in concern at the sound of you being upset. you aren't sure why he even cares, there's no reason for him to. you ignore his look of concern, just rubbing your eyes. "oh? what's upsetting you so much?"

you allow for yourself to snort at the words. "it's nothing, really, i don't want to burden you with my issues" you dismiss him with a wave, watching as he lights the cigarette and takes his first drag of the joint.

"no please" he responds, blowing the smoke out through his lips. he tosses you back your lighter. "you gave me your lighter, so i'll sit here and listen to you vent your issues" he places a prideful hand on his chest, as if you were supposed to celebrate him for that or something.

"wow, should i clap for you to honor such generosity?"

"well you don't have to, but i would love if you did" oh! so this guy is a comedian, your tongue pokes through your inner cheek as you let out another silent sigh, straightening your posture in your seat. your train isn't coming for another ten minutes.

"oh lord where are my manners? lee donghyuck!" he pairs a charming smile with his introduction, and you almost laugh (key word: almost) at the allure of this stranger. he holds out his hand for you to take, presumably for a handshake, and it's not like it'll kill you or anything, so you take his hand, shaking it.

"l/n y/n" you respond, he doesn't hold your hand for long, his grip quickly slipping away from yours as he leans back in his seat sighing.

"alright then, y/n" he begins, playing with the joint in his fingers. "what's making you so upset tonight?"

"do i have to tell you?"

"would you rather sit here in silence and watch me destroy my lungs?"

the answer to that question is easy, no, when given the ultimatum, talking about your issues seems much easier than whatever else he was saying. "it's just— my friends suck! they call me overdramatic for wanting birthday gifts and then they proceed to blow up my phone with texts!"

donghyuck raises an eyebrow, blowing out more smoke. "they didn't even try to get you gifts?"

"they didn't even remember my birthday!" you shout, getting more and more irritated as you recall the incident. "i've literally gotten ignored all day, they only just remembered like two hours ago! can you believe that?"

"what a bunch of assholes.." he mumbles, a smell of burnt cigarettes in the air. "what kind of friends are those?"

"right? and now they're just expecting me to answer their calls!? they can go to hell for all i care!"

"petty" donghyuck comments absentmindedly, his smile doesn't go unnoticed by you, he has such a nice smile, you note. "i like it" he says again, playing with the joint in his fingers.

"i have every right to be petty, they don't deserve my attention.." you brush dust off your sweater, looking forward at the train tracks, your eyes cast up at the board which usually displays how long until your train comes. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me".

"what's wrong now?"

"train is delayed".

"ah" donghyuck resists the urge to laugh at your look of defeat, he doesn't want to upset you. "guess were gonna have to walk home".

you groan at the idea, but you stand up, though begrudgingly. "i don't live anywhere near this place" you shove your hands into your pockets, now annoyed by the fact that you'll have to walk home, just another horrible thing to add onto your horrible day.

"well, we could always walk together".

at donghyuck's suggestion, you give him a baffled look, and he finally does laugh at the look you share with him, taking another drag of the joint tucked between his fingers. "were still strangers, i'm not sure that's safe".

"you gave me your lighter, were basically soulmates".

the statement makes a baffled chortle escape your lips, and you click your tongue at his words. you try your best to ignore the constant buzzing of your phone. "wow, your a comedian aren't you?"

"a proud one too".

the words get another laugh out of you, and you look down at the floor, at your moving feet. "at least let me walk you out of the station, i don't want to leave you here".

"how endearing, lee donghyuck" you tease, finally looking up at him and meeting his eyes. he seems to like those words, because he allows for his lips to turn up into a grin. he drops his cigarette onto the ground and puts it out with his foot. "fine, i'll let you walk me out".

"thank you! i won't disappoint!"

[fics-a-plenty]

Shopping Trip

Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin

Word count: 649

TW: shirtless Halsin, imagined to take place in Act 3 but no real spoilers

I went back and forth about posting this, but figured why not. I can't be the only person that put Halsin in an outfit with no shirt as soon as I had a chance to. 😂 The angelic scion outfit is just *chefs kiss*

Astarion even said that he would probably outlaw clothes if he could. Who am I to deny him of less clothing!

Anyways, this is a short little thing I wrote at like 2am. So enjoy!

Halsin shifted uncomfortably as he stood in front of the mirror. No matter how these new clothes were adjusted, being in so many layers made the druid feel so constricted. While he was told multiple times that he could move freely, he felt like if he moved at all the fabric would rip apart.

"At least try to look like you're enjoying yourself, love." Astarion's voice came from behind him, the red eyes taking in every inch of the man in the mirror.

"I must be honest, this is not quite what I had in mind when our Heart said that we had things to do in the city." Halsin responded, turning to see his partner's reaction, only to find the vampire staring at how his upper arms filled out the sleeves of the nice clothes they had put him in.

"I know this isn't exactly comfortable Halsin. But we need to make sure that we have some nice clothes while we're here. We can only walk into so many parties in our armor or camp clothes." You said, walking in with a couple more options for him to try.

"If it makes you feel any better, at least you can see how good we're making you look." Astarion responded, taking the items you had brought over, automatically taking one of the options out to put away. He smirked at you slightly offended 'Hey!' as he went to put it back.

"My Heart, I'm not sure that these are really necessary. Shouldn't we be focusing on-" Halsin hesitated for a minute, glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was listening, "other things at the moment?"

You looked back at him with a sweet smile. "The world can handle us not working for an hour or so." You responded as brought one of the shirts to him, holding it up to his chest to get an idea of how it would look. "Besides, how often do you think we'll have a chance to let Astarion free in a shop like this after it's all over."

As if on cue, the high elf walked back into the room with a dark green piece of fabric, "I know were meant to be looking for some nice party clothes, but would anyone really complain about this?" He said to you with a smirk, holding up a wrap around skirt with nothing but gold arm bands to go with it.

"I think we definitely might need you to try that on." You responded quickly, tossing the shirt you had off to the side, completely forgotten.

After a few minutes, Halsin stepped out of the charging area. He didn't even make it to the dressing area before you and Astarion were swooning. You bit your lip as the pale elf let out a low whistle. The large elf couldn't help the deep chuckle that rumbled his chest at his partners' reactions. While most people would feel uncomfortable with the lack of coverage, the freedom it gave him made him feel much more at peace.

He purposely flexed his back slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror, his lip curling into a smirk at Astarion's almost purr at the sight.

"Okay, but do we really need party clothes? Where would we really wear them?" You managed to get out. Your face flushing as you met Halsin's eyes in the mirror, causing him to shift a little and flex his arms against the bands.

"Well in that case, there's a matching set for you too." Astarion said with a laugh as he rushed off to grab you an outfit to match. Your head turning to call out that you didn't bring enough gold for multiple outfits.

"Maybe this trip was worth the time." Halsin's voice came as a shock when it was suddenly next to you, pushing you towards the changing area as Astarion returned.

[nikolaiismysugardaddy]

When you can't fall asleep - headcanons

pairings... gn!reader x Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo

fluff! - short scenarios

I apologize for any mistakes in advance - english is not my first language!

Hope you enjoy! xx

Dazai Osamu

You were tossing and turning in your bed, trying to fall asleep, but even the clock ticking kept you awake. Dazai was sound asleep next to you, and it pretty much pissed you off. He was facing you with his back, peacefully snoring. You bit your lower lip and hugged him from behind, burying your face in his messy hair. You remained in this position for several minutes. Your helpless attempt made you let out a huge sigh. 

Dazai woke up when he felt your huge exhale in his hair and slowly, carefully turned around. "What’s the matter, belladonna?" He asked while yawning. "Did you have a nightmare or something?" His words were blurry; he was still half asleep. 

"I wish." You sighed again, even more painfully. "I can’t fall asleep." You rolled on your back and looked at the ceiling. 

All of a sudden, Dazai snuggled up to you. "I can feel you’re annoyed. Come, come, hurry!" 

You couldn’t guess what was on his mind, but you blindly followed his order and made yourself comfortable in his embrace. You felt a tiny bit better. 

"Now, close your eyes, bella, and focus on my voice." He tightened his arms around you. You could hear his heartbeat in his chest. "One little sheep. Two little sheep…" "You know I’m not a child anymore, right?" You giggled a bit. 

"Sssh, don’t interrupt. Try to relax, okay?" He said in a very gentle tone. You nodded to his chest, but you still feel confused about whether this would be helpful or not. "Now… One little sheep. Two little sheep. Three little sheep." You felt your eyelids get heavier. His voice was somehow calming and soothing. "Four little sheep. Five little sheep. Six little sheep." You let out a silent yawn into his chest. "Seven little sheep. Eight little sheep. Nine little sheep." He gently caressed your back while counting; you felt sleepier already. "Ten little sheep…"

Chuuya Nakahara

"Chuu, I can’t sleep." You suddenly turned to the ginger, who held you in his arms. You couldn’t tell if he was already asleep until he spoke up.

"Me neither. But…" He stopped for a moment." Wait here." Chuuya pulled out his hands from under your body. "I’ve got a great idea to solve this problem."

He carefully walked out of the dark room. You could hear some glass shattering from the kitchen. In a few minutes, he came back and crawled to the bed. 

"Gimme your hand!" You hesitantly reached out your hand. He placed a wine glass in it, and you heard some gulping sounds. 

"What the hell, Chuu?" You asked doubtfully; you were pretty unsure about the success of this idea.

"Don’t be so picky and trust the process. I’ve heard that drinking red wine before bed helps you fall asleep easier. So, cheers." He raised his glass and toasted with yours.

"I heard drinking on a daily basis is called alcoholism, you know?" You gulped down your drink, then burst out laughing as you heard him choking on his drink from the surprisingly harsh comment. 

"You’re ungrateful. I just wanted to help you, you know, Y/N? And this is what you say in response?" He poured another glass for the both of us. 

You drank up your wine again quickly and put the glass down beside the bed on the floor. You crawled into Chuuya’s lap like a kitten. "Sorry, Chuu" You said in a blurry, sleepy tone. "But… I feel sleepier, you see…" You yawned and curled up even more. 

Chuuya’s huffish attitude washed away as he heard you mumbling. He kissed your forehead and gently caressed your back. "Told you, you ungrateful little…" He smiled warmly in the dark as he heard your breathing paced. 

Edogawa Ranpo

Ranpo quietly sneaked into your shared bedroom; he was working late again. He stopped for a moment in surprise that you were still wide awake, reading a detective book in bed. "It’s pretty late now, ain’t it, Y/N? Why are you still up?" He sneaked in beside you under the blanket. He leaned in close to get a good look at what you were reading. "Well, at least your choice of book is good for falling asleep quickly. The main character is…" You quickly placed your palm on his mouth. "Ranpo! We've talked about this hundreds of times already. I know you already know who the culprit is in every book I read, but you see, I want to find out myself. So please." You looked up at him with a terribly exhausted look on your face. His emerald green eyes widened even more. 

"Okay, okay, but…" He gently held your hand, which had been on his mouth moments before. "What’s the-" He lightly shook his head, like he had found out the problem himself. "You can’t fall asleep, right?" 

"So that’s the reason why they call you the Greatest Detective in The World." You giggled because of your own teasing comment. "The answer is obviously yes." A huge sigh escaped your lips, and you couldn’t hide the weary look on your face. 

He looked deeply into your eyes and frowned his eyebrows; suddenly, Ranpo turned around and drew out the nightstand’s drawer. He clamorously rummaged through the drawer until he took out a small metal box from it. 

He looked like a little child when he gave you the box. "I think this could help…" He pouted. 

You were a bit suspicious when you opened it. The box was filled with lavender flavored sweets. "I read in an article that lavender helps you fall asleep, so I kept some here for, you know… just in case." 

You were overwhelmed by your happiness since Ranpo never offered his treats to anyone. A huge, warm smile spread across your face, and you leaned in to give him a light peck on his cheeks. "We can share, Ranpo.” His eyes immediately sparkled at the generous offer. “And… thank you."

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[jenosbliss]

pairing. fem!reader x jisung | genre. fluff | wc. 0.6k | warnings. the reader is short, few cuss words

[8:36 pm]

Late evening supermarket runs weren’t a usual practice for you and your roommate. While showering, she suddenly realized that she had run out of pads and it was that time of the month. After a thorough search, a lone pad miraculously appeared.

Exiting the sanitary aisle, you mused about snacks. “I’ve been craving Cheetos,” you said languidly. “You’ve mentioned that five times this week,” your roommate retorted with an eye roll. “No one knows me better than you, my love,” you teased, blowing her a kiss as you dashed to the snacks.

The excitement was short-lived. Not because they were out of Cheetos stocks but because they had decided to place them on the top most shelf, which was far out of reach.

“Are they for real” with hands on your hips you scoffed. Despite several leaps toward the tantalizing orange bag, it remained just out of grasp. “Y/n, I’ll order them online, or we can check another store. Or let’s get Doritos!” your roommate suggested picking up the said snack which was kept on a lower shelf.

“I will get this Cheetos only.” Settle for less? No way! You weren’t a quitter, no matter how bad a situation was or how tough a challenge was, you won’t give up. People may think of this as stubbornness but you weren’t raised a quitter. If you want something you will get it.

“You can’t get-” before she can complete you cut her off mid sentence, “No. Please find a staff member who can probably help us.” Maybe they have a ladder or something as there’s no way an average height human could reach that!

When she went to find help, not being able to wait for someone you contemplated more creative solutions to get the Cheetos. One idea that came to mind was to throw a shoe at it and knock it down, which was stupid, but desperate times call for drastic measures.

Hence, the left shoe was removed, target was set, and shoe-missile was launched at the enemy territory –the Cheetos packet laughing at you– after careful calculations. There was just a minor setback… the shoe missed the target and went all the way to the next aisle.

“Oww! What the fuck” was followed by quick shuffling and footsteps leading to you. The flight and fight mode kicked in an instant, flight was the best option but you needed your shoe back, therefore you settled for the latter… fight.

A young man, wearing a grey hoodie which covered his forehead along with black hair falling in front of his eyes, looking absolutely breath taking without any effort appeared in your aisle holding your shoe.

“This belongs to you?” He asked swinging the shoe on two of his fingers and was that a smirk?God he was hot. “I’m really sorry… I was trying to get that packet,” you explained, pointing to the Cheetos.

He seemed tall enough to easily retrieve the bag, just a stretched hand and there he is giving you the packet without any issues! Well you hoped he would voluntarily help you but maybe that wasn’t what he had in mind.

With a perfect aim unlike yours he tossed the shoe back at your head making you yelp. “Hope your brain starts working now.” Men open their mouth and ruin everything, he along with his actions ruined it. “Hey! Are you out of your mind?” He let out a dry chuckle at your words.

“You think so ‘Miss who goes throwing shoes at random people’ huh?” He taunted, leaning against one of racks looking at you unamused. “I said it wasn’t intentional, but what you did is dumb!” Huffing loudly at his casual attitude, you crossed your arms over your chest.

His icy voice filled the area as he spoke “Watch that pretty mouth of yours. Throwing stuff around like a careless idiot doesn't make you look smart.”

“Ugh! What’s your problem dude? I apologised already and if you can’t help me then please leave for god’s sake.” Not expecting his help, you returned your attention to the Cheetos packet.

He smirked at your stubbornness. “I’d rather watch you struggle.” he said, amused, his eyes following your movements. Choosing to ignore his presence, which was anything but easy, you focused on your target.

Again an idea struck you: the racks seemed sturdy, so if you stepped on the bottom shelf, you might reach the goddamn packet. Without hesitation, you climbed onto the bottom shelf. Still, you were unable to reach the top one, hence, you decided to step on the next one, gripping the upper shelves for support, both feet off the ground.

Jisung watched the whole scene unfold in front of his eyes. Not budging at all to help eben though he knew how dangerous this could be, finding this entertaining or so he thought until he saw one of your foot slip, causing you to lose balance.

As if on cue he rushed to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to support you. He didn’t expect you to fall completely, landing on top of him. The chaos ended with him on his back, you in his arms.”

“What an idiot” he groaned in pain. “Do you think you’re Spiderman, climbing the racks, thinking you won’t hurt?” Wincing, he spat out his words. Maybe it was the closeness that made you not argue back, but all you could manage was a timid “sorry.”

A red hue crept up your face realizing how close you were to his face, his arms still wrapped around you securely, this was both embarrassing and exciting. "Y/N! Oh my god, what happened?" A concerned voice of your roommate pulled you out of your thoughts.

Stumbling, you stood up and pointed accusingly at the boy still on the ground. “I fell while getting the Cheetos, and he,” you cleared your throat, cheeks still flushed, “he saved me.” Jisung, hissing from the pain in his back, stood up too.

"Jisung?" She asked recognising him. "Oh hey neighbour." He said surprised. Neighbour? Whose neighbour? Her parent’s? “Is she your friend?” He looked you up and down with a disdainful look. Your roommate nodded her head in slight surprise. “She’s such a pain in the ass, how do you even put up with her?”

“What the-” The audacity of this Jisung boy. You were about to defend yourself when your roommate put a hand over your mouth and pulled you out of the aisle and the store. “See you later, Jisung.”

“What was that?” you huffed angrily once you got home. “God, Y/N, Jisung is our new neighbor! You met Chenle and Jaemin, right? Well, Jisung just moved in yesterday. I didn’t want you to start a fight with him,” she explained.

Chenle and Jaemin were so sweet and humble, they even help you carry stuff whenever you ran into them at the parking lot, always had the warmest smiles while greeting you and this Jisung guy on the other hand… let’s not get into it. You practically hate him already.

Jisung wasn’t like his friends, and knowing he was your neighbor, he’d make sure your life wasn’t easy. But still the next morning you found a packet of Cheetos on your door with a note reading “For the Feisty and Stubborn one. Nice to meet you neighbour ;)”

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[arcadia-of-pluto]

Twist of Fate; Chapter Ten

Parings; LADS OT4 x reader

Word Count; 3,395

Themes; isekai, eventual smut

Rating; 18+ for swearing and some mature content

Notes; Hey guys, I decided to update on Sunday instead of Saturday. I felt a bit drained yesterday, played some 'Fields of Mistria' and came up with some more ideas to use in the future for this fic. Also, I realized I said this was my favourite chapter- I lied. It's the next one, but I do love the ending of this one.

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Once you’re done eating, you stand up from the chair and tuck your phone back into your pocket then leave the room. You pause half-way out the door, noticing a set of folded up clothes on the statue to the left of the room then look down at the clothes you wore to the Nest. You have been wearing them for a few days now…You sigh, grabbing the clothes and you head back into the room you were just in. You change into the clothes which were just a simple pair of dark, ripped blue jeans and a black t-shirt. The t-shirt is almost too big for you so you just tuck it in and put on the black boots, that were also provided for you. You wondered for a moment if this was Sylus’ shirt, but you quickly brush away that thought and head outside to meet up with the man.

Your walking slows down as you notice he’s changed as well. Wearing a zipped up leather jacket with the matching leather pants as he leans back against a motorcycle. His fingerless gloved hands in his pockets as always. Though your mind is in shambles seeing him dressed like this, you do your best to act unaffected. You walk closer with a small sigh, and the moment he notices you, he tosses a helmet toward you. You catch it and raise a brow, “Are we going to experience the sights and sounds of the N109 Zone?” “Do you have nine lives? Curiosity killed the cat.” His voice is as cold as ever as he stands up straight and turns his back to you, about to get on his motorcycle. “Then…I shouldn’t go.” You try your best to stand firm, holding the helmet back out to him and Sylus cocks his head to the side, his back still toward you before he sighs and turns around. He walks up to you, roughly grabbing the helmet before plopping it onto your head. He fastens the helmet, tilting your head to look up at him. “You like to bargain, don’t you?” He asks before turning his back to you again, he sits down on his bike, putting his hands on the bars.

As he does this, you notice black and red smoke swirling around you before it firmly wraps around your body, tugging you onto the motorcycle. You let out a shout of surprise as you land behind him on the seat, one hand going to his side to steady yourself. “But you’re not yet qualified.” Is all Sylus says as he revs up his motorcycle and drives off. “Are there no speed limits in the N109 Zone??” You ask, your arms subconsciously wrapping firmly around Sylus’ waist as the sights around you blur with how fast he was driving.

The motorcycle suddenly halts to a stop as Sylus drifts into the parking lot. He gets up, pulling his helmet off with his back to you as his evol wraps back around you to take you off of his vehicle. “If you want to stay out of trouble, behave yourself inside.” He says as he turns to face you and you decide to be a bit bratty since, after all, he needs you, “And if I refuse?” Though, that wasn’t a smart idea. His evol wraps tightly around you and you let out a strangled noise as it pulls you closer to him. “It…hurts!” You wince out, breathing a bit heavier as you panic a bit. “You’ll hurt even more,” He whispers, his gaze unwavering as he looks down at you before he withdraws his evol and turns his back to you, walking toward the large sliding doors of the warehouse. You quickly follow behind him, silently as you wrestled with your thoughts.

“Who is it? If you want to order something, bring your own protocore. I won’t accept anything that isn’t high grade.” You hear a man say from inside of the building. You watch as Sylus immediately makes himself at home, pulling a rolling chair with him as he walks before sitting down in it. He crosses his legs as he starts to flip a knife in between his long fingers. “Mr. Sylus? You usually don’t do surprise visits.” The shopkeeper says as he looks over at the white haired man. “I got you a guinea pig,” The seated man says as he flips his knife around, “It’s time for your evol linkage alteration project to have a living test subject.” Test subject? “Wait…You want to alter me?” Your brows raise, voice filled with surprise and a bit of betrayal, even if you didn’t trust him. You had at least expected him not to hurt you or if he did, that it wouldn’t hurt too badly. You search around the room, already panicking and looking for a way out.

“In that case.. . let me take a look first.” The shopkeeper says, keeping his attention on Sylus. So your opinion didn’t really matter here, it seems. The shopkeeper, who seemed nice enough, waves for you to follow him as he walks around a large table and when you turn to Sylus, he’s tapping the knife against his palm. You look back at the shopkeeper who is standing next to a high tech looking chair and sigh as you walk toward it. You take a seat, resting your hand on the scanner on the armrest. Since you can’t feel at ease, you look over at Sylus who was still playing around with the knife. Well, at least he looked hot doing it. That helped a bit with your nervousness, oddly enough. Then, you look over at the shopkeeper who was typing around on a hologram screen. “Sir…you’re not actually going to alter me, right?” You ask with a nervous laugh, “I’m just a normal evolver.”

“Trying to bargain with me is pointless. No one can change Sylus’ mind.” He shrugs, staring at the hologram screen in front of him. Then, he glances over at you, “...You have the resonance evol?” You look away from him with a small sigh. “Did they do anything while I was gone?” You hear Sylus speak as he tosses the knife to the side. It’s clear he’s not speaking to you. “Nothing too dramatic. Just two explosions, one in the northern suburbs and one in the Bloomshore District,” The shopkeeper says as if this is just something normal to say. Bloomshore District? Why does that sound familiar? Memories of the explosion you saw when you first arrived in this world flash before your eyes. This is related to what happened two months ago…

“They just made a bunch of shoddy products. I overestimated them,” Sylus muses and the shopkeeper sighs, crossing his arms over his chest, “And after doing all of those shameless things and making a mess, then they want you to be their scapegoat.” Scapegoat? So Onychinus really wasn’t to blame for the explosion…? The shopkeeper goes back to the hologram screen and you take the chance to speak up. “What are you talking about? Someone else made those two explosions happen?” You were still feeling heartbroken over losing Caleb and grandma, the feelings of the original main character still running rampant in your body. You look over at Sylus with a distraught yet disappointed expression on your face. “Oh dear, you look disappointed.” Sylus muses, glancing over at you out of the corner of his eye. Not even bothering to turn his head to look at you. Your breath leaves your lips in a stuttered sigh as Sylus continues to psychoanalyze you, “Instead of searching for the truth, you’d rather swallow a lie that makes you feel better.” He finally turns his head to look at you and you turn your gaze back to your hand on the scanner.

“I’m afraid she’s not a suitable recipient. Her evol linkage is completely normal. Only the strength’s been suppressed.” The shopkeeper says as you lift your hand from the scanner, rubbing your wrist. Sylus raises a brow as he looks over at you, the shopkeeper now standing in front of him. “Did someone put in a suppressor?” “I…don’t think it’s physical.” The shopkeeper says as the leader of Onychinus rises to his feet and walks over to you. You quickly lift your hand up to say something, “It’s- It’s not my fault. I can resonate just fine with others.” You repeat what you said at Sylus’ home. Your hand closing in a fist as you weakly drop it into your lap, feeling a bit defeated that you can’t just resonate with him. “And that thing I asked you to alter…How’s that?” Sylus turns his head to look at the shopkeeper. “...It was difficult, but the maximum energy burst value has been increased tenfold.” The shopkeeper presses a button on his wrist and a wide set of double doors suddenly opens. Your gaze being drawn in that direction and your eyes widen at the sight of a big, bulky wanderer?

“Are you really going to use it?” The shopkeeper asks but Sylus answers by pointing at it with a finger, his evol energy shooting out toward it. The creature suddenly moves as if waking up. “She’s suppressed right? She just needs a little stimulation then.” The white haired man says and of course, your mind takes it in a dirty direction but you can’t ponder on that for too long because you realize he means he wants you to fight this thing.

“You’re insane-” You groan, standing up from your chair, your hands immediately going to your dual pistols. It seems Sylus wasn’t going to help you fight. Great. You lightly hit your head with your pistol and tighten your grip on them. You take a deep breath as the creature steps out of it’s ‘room’ and comes toward you. “Is it really necessary to fight in such an enclosed area??” You tilt your head back before shaking your head. As if your opinion matters at the moment, Sylus does what Sylus wants. You should’ve realized that by now. He’s actually kind of infuriating.

You do pretty well in your fight, all things considered. You’re not exactly sure what this is supposed to accomplish and as you’re distracted by those thoughts, you notice the creature’s large fist coming toward you and you tense up, ready to move out of the way but it suddenly stops. Its glowing fist goes dark and limply drops to the ground as it shambles back to its room.

“Alter her energy linkage now. Make it as strong as possible.” Sylus says as he walks toward you with one hand on his hip. He grabs hold of your wrist and you struggle, trying to pull away from him. “That’s not what we agreed to!” “Relax,” He says as he slams your hand against the wall behind you, “You can handle it.” Your hand squeezes shut into a fist as you struggle in his grasp, his other hand resting on your shoulder to keep you pinned flat against the wall. His long fingers pry your fist apart, lacing your fingers together as he leans close to your face. Your breath caught in your throat as you found your will to get away slipping from you.

“Ahem- uh, Mr. Sylus! I think there is…another reason why she can’t resonate.” You hear the shopkeeper, your ears slowly turning red as you were reminded that someone else was in the room with you. Though, you were happy that the shopkeeper was finally coming to your rescue. Sylus steps away from you a bit, turning his head to look at the other man with your hands still interlocked together. “You see… her evol is special. It utilizes the waves generated by the human brain’s magnetic field Maybe her brain’s magnetic field produces repulsive waves against you. That’s why she can’t resonate with you.” You? Feeling repulsed toward Sylus?

“Get to the point,” Sylus says, his brows furrowing together as an annoyed expression washes across his face, not looking at you nor the shopkeeper now. Almost seeming like he’s pouting. “To make a long story short…On a subconscious level, she’s either rejected you, scared of you, or…”The shopkeeper is a bit unwilling to continue, not wanting to upset Sylus, “disgusted by you.” He rubs the back of his neck and Sylus scoffs, staying silent for a moment. “Even if she undergoes alteration you won’t be able to resonate with her so long as she’s still…hostile toward you.”

Sylus sighs, turning toward you as if it's your fault this is happening. His brows were tightly knit together as the shopkeeper continued speaking, “And Mr. Sylus, if the alteration fails, she will be completely ruined. We need to address the cause first…” “Which means there’s something wrong with her.” The white haired man immediately pins the blame onto you, grabbing your wrist once more and you try to tug it away, bringing your other hand up to tug on his fingers, “You…Let go of me!” You were offended he had the nerve to say something was wrong with you when it was his fault in the first place. You struggle with pulling his hand off as the shopkeeper tries to mediate, “By the way, I have an evol stabilizer in the storage cabinet. I’ll make her use it.” This finally gets Sylus to let go of your arm with a sigh and you rub your wrist as he looks at you and then nods for you to go with the shopkeeper.

You quickly follow behind the other man, happy to be away from Sylus for the time being. The man leads you to the second floor and speaks, “Right now, you need to stay calm, Miss.” As he talks, he bends down to pull out a dusty electronic device from underneath a cabinet. “The N109 Zone is a chaotic place, and you have a part of an aether core. Accompanying him is the safest option.” “You know I’m carrying an aether core?” You ask, suddenly a bit suspicious. A burst of red light appears and scans your whole body. Several windows pop up on an old fashioned display screen, which shows the data is being analyzed. “I… recognized that protocurve. Monitoring aether cores used to be my job,” the shopkeeper admits and you look over the dusty electronic device, noticing an inconspicuous mark in the corner. You saw it in the files grandma had left behind for you. “The N109 Zone is a mess right now. An outsider like you who’s unfamiliar with the details can easily lose your life so sticking with Sylus might not be a bad idea. Better to be with him compared to some other people.”

“Sylus is…an unreasonable man. He may only want to alter me right now but what comes after that? What if I can never resonate with him? What would happen to me then.” You try to stay firm with your feelings but the shopkeeper, exasperated, shakes his head, “You’re just not used to the darkness yet. There are predators lurking in these depths that you haven’t seen.” What is up with everyone saying you haven’t seen darkness yet?? “Some people are even scarier than him?” You raise a brow, your thumb pointing behind you. “You say Sylus is heartless and unreasonable but sometimes, those with hearts are even crueler than those without.”

Hmm…Like Xavier said, the N109 Zone is very divided. Each faction only recognizes its own “allies”. Fighting alone is obviously not a good idea in a place like this but…if you really have to stay close to Sylus, you weren’t sure. On one hand, it might be safer but on the other, he’s unpredictable and unwavering. The shopkeeper’s concern seems to be genuine. After weighing your options, you nod and flash him a reassuring smile, “I understand what you mean. I’ll give it some thought.”

Beep

The lines on the screen rise and fall, showing two intertwined curves. “All right, there’s nothing wrong with your evol. The energy of the aether core inside you is also stable. Have you figured out what you’ll do next?” He asks and you blink a few times. The aether core’s other half is one of the items at the auction. Naturally, you don’t assume you could just get it by yourself. The only advantage you have is having part of an aether core in your heart. Since you can resonate with the energy…You should be able to sense its location. The real problem is figuring out how to escape the “predators lurking in these depths” after you get your hands on it.

The N109 Zone is currently a mess and there were going to be enemies no matter where you went. If you have to work with someone, the strongest person here would probably be the best option. You might have to end up making a deal with Sylus. Once realizing this, your next step becomes pretty clear. You get up and say goodbye to the shopkeeper before looking back at the familiar mark on his equipment, then back toward him. You notice his dark, weary expression. “Were you acquainted with my grandma?” You ask, softly. All he does is wave his hand, gesturing for you to leave as he presses his lips together in a thin line. “If all goes well for you. Whatever happens, then I can say I’ve repaid Miss Josephine’s kindness.”

Up until now, what everyone assumed was Onychinus was hunting down researchers who worked with aether cores before…but that shopkeeper, who seems to have a strong connection to grandma, is seeking Sylus’ protection. Maybe something else is going on…You head back down the stairs, lost in thought before noticing the workshop is empty.

“...Sylus?” You call out, noticing that the door curtains which were closed when you arrived were now rolled up. You sigh, running your fingers through your hair as you step outside, glancing around for Sylus’ motorcycle…which is nowhere to be seen. “What the fuck…did he just ditch me?” You mutter under your breath, fighting the urge to pull your hair. “Sylus?” You call out once more, just on the off chance he’s hiding nearby or something. The only response you get is a faint thud from the unlit alley near to the workshop. It’s probably trash that fell onto the ground or a cat.

Great. He disappears just when you were actually thinking about whether or not you should work with him.

There’s only piles of scrap in the empty, dimly lit streets and as you look around, your heart pounded in your chest. You were suddenly anxious and nervous now that you were actually left alone. Maybe...after confirming that he couldn’t resonate with you, he finally lost his patience and interest..At least you’d be able to move freely now but that didn’t make you too happy since as everyone said, this place is unfamiliar to you.

“Would you like to buy a flower, Miss?” You jump at the sudden voice and you turn to look around before looking down at a child. She had dirty brown, possibly blonde hair and she was entirely adorable. She appears to be about eight or nine years old. “No thank you, sweetheart.” You place your hands on your knees as you talk to you. “Would…you like a gun, bullets, or a protocore then? I have them all.” She says, as if this is a normal thing for an eight or nine year old to say.

You sigh, crouching down next to her and tap her basket before you pull out some money. “How much for a flower?” “Mmh…” She looks you up and down before smiling, “Five dollars?” You let out a small laugh, giving her ten as you take a forget-me-not flower from her, a flower meaning true love and memories. You tuck it behind your ear before you smile, “Hey, do you know where I can buy some intel, sweetie?” “That’s easy! Follow me.” She rushes you to stand up, hooking her index finger with your pinky.

Two sets of footsteps echo across the empty street. Meanwhile, you can hear the sound of flapping wings in the distance. You look up at the sky in curiosity but all you see is nothing except dark clouds that obscure the moonlight.

I hope you enjoy the slight changes that I did, like having the reader actually buy a flower instead of just going for information. I think, in that situation, I would've done the same thing. I would've bought a flower and then asked for some information, because if the poor kid is out selling flowers or guns on the street, she probably needs the money. Not to mention, I'd rather buy a flower from a kid rather than money.

I also feel the need to continously apologize over the fact that I'm god awful at writing combat focused scenes, but I feel like it gets better as the story goes on. I just decide to skip the combat most of the time and faintly describe it. Anyway, chapters eleven and twelve will be out next weekend since I'm slowing down how many I post at once!

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[grogusmum]

WIP WEDNESDAY/SNEAK PEEK

Dieter Bravo x muse!f!Reader

A Xanadu inspired AU

A/N: Just a little proof that I am working on this idea threw out there earlier in the summer

Prologue: Don’t Walk Away

“Dieter, I foolishly thought a loving person could…” Anika was past crying, but the sadness in her eyes would break anyone's heart. But Dieter was too angry, so instead, he spat -

“No,” she sighed, “help you. Fill the void that you had been filling with -”

“Fix me!?”

Dieter knew Anika loved him and didn't make a project of him, at least not on purpose. But he was feeling defensive -

“What, Anika?”

“Every excess. I was enough of a distraction for a little while. But my novelty has worn off, I guess.”

And that is when Dieter’s tears began to fall.

“I’m sorry, Dieter, this is goodbye.”

He wanted to yell, cover all his insecurity and pain with rage, but he could never do that to Anika. But he couldn’t bring himself to be magnanimous about it either. All he could muster was a broken ‘fine’.

The fire is dangerously high, but Dieter doesn't much care as he tosses another painting on the fire. They’re shit and only represent his manic despair. When he reaches the bottom of the pile, he shuffles back into his studio and pulls out his most recent sketch pad. It fights him a little, and when he gives it a forceful tug, some loose drawings float to the floor. He trains his eyes onto the one on his croc clad feet.

The Cliff Beasts Debacle was finally complete, with his wife walking out the door. The one and only good thing he said came from that ridiculous film, and the fucked up experience of making it. Dieter would love to say he just threw himself into his work, but parts began scarce ever since. (Shocker.) So he drowned himself in whatever mind altering substance was available and painted. It only reminded him more of the worst time of isolation while making that wretched movie. So, not helping.

It’s you.

Eyes wide and a playful knowing smile; at some point, he had added color, and your eyes look so real. He looks around at the other drawings, some large sheets of good art paper, some torn scraps, all you. His muse. His beautiful muse. Now, if he was with anyone and described you as such, they may think he’s waxing poetic about a lover who supported and inspired him. Sure, you were his lover. And you did support and inspire him. But when he says you were “his muse”, he means it. Literally. A daughter of Zeus… and Mnemósine. Not that he can't pronounce her name, so he kind of forgets about the titan goddess of memory (to her vexation).

Dieter picks up the watercolor; his hands trembling. He looks out the picture window at his impulsive bonfire. He grabs a few items in his art studio, bursts out the door, rounds the pool, and places the portrait on a nearby table. Out of his pocket, his pulls a zippo lighter and a small bit of wood, lights it until the end is glowing, and sends off a sweet smoke.

“Terpsichore!” the actor intones. He’s only ever used the name one other time. Generally calling you by the name you gave him. But for this, he uses your greek name. The Official One. Trademarked and all that.

“I - I beg - I beseech you, return to me. You came to me once, and I squandered your gift and, um, yo-your favor. I have learned my lesson. Just let me prove it to you.”

The glow of the fire flickers on his face in the halflight, and he murmurs your name. The one you gave yourself, the one he moaned when you touched him - “Please come back to me.”

Suddenly, the Santa Ana winds kicked up, and his rendering of his lovely muse is pulled from his hand and flies up on the draft made by the fire. He can't see if it went into the blaze or not, only that it went up and over. Then the quiet but for the snap and pop of the flames was interrupted by the blare of a fire truck siren, called by a neighbor, no doubt.

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[leclercsredhelmet]

Florida 𓆉 Logan Sargeant

A/N: Hi there! This is a little Logan blurb that popped into mind a few days ago and I decided to post it because it’s Miami GP week. Sorry if it’s short but I hope you enjoy it!

“What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida”

The summer sun was bright and beamed down. Your skin was hot to the touch but you didn’t mind it; the tan would be immaculate afterwards and it wasn’t like you weren’t used to the sun. Lying on the towel and a book held high above you, the waves crash softly and you let out a peaceful sigh.Droplets of cold water suddenly fall on your face, you scrunch your nose at the temperature.Placing the bookmark on the page you close the book and put it inside your bag. Fingers lower your sunglasses and you look up at Logan who was looking down at you.

Laughing he let a few more droplets of water fall on your face. You giggle, “Lo that’s our drinking water.” “I know I just wanted to get your attention for a bit,” he replies while tickling your nose. Smiling and rolling your eyes you turn around and sit up, Logan crouches down. “Get in the water with me, you’re almost done with the book anyways. Por favor” he pleads. Of course you couldn’t resist when he used your native language, obliging you to stand up.

Grinning Logan grabs your hand and breaks into a sprint forcing you to follow him. As your bare feet come into contact with the sand you can’t help but giggle and follow him. Without breaking contact you wade into the ocean and once deep enough you dive under the cold water, hand in hand you swim a short distance before resurfacing to catch air.

Logan gives you a look full of pure love and adoration, “What?” You ask him as you kick lightly, “Nothing,” he says smiling. “Why are you looking at me like that then?” You counter. He just swims towards you and grabs your waist, “You’re so gorgeous,” he says and you just laugh and your arms find their residence around his neck. You kiss him softly, his lips taste like sea salt. “I missed doing this with you,it’s my favorite thing, ” he said. Happily you hummed, “What about it?” You asked and Logan tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “The sun, my girl, the waves. It’s all I need” he said and you laughed. The two of you swam for a while more before drying off. Packing up your things Logan carried the bags and grabbed your hand swinging it back and forth. You giggled, “Can I drive now Lo?” You asked. Logan smiled, “Of course baby.”

Logan tossed the keys and you caught them, twirling them around your finger you opened the door and climbed in. Turning the ignition you picked the music while Logan tossed the bags in the back and climbed in. With the top down you drive down the streets of Miami as you sing along. Florida by Taylor Swift came on and Logan raised the volume, smiling you both belted out the lyrics. Both you were out on the balcony looking out at the sunset, Logan had his arm around you and your head rested against his shoulder while your fingertips trace lazy patterns up and down his arm.

“Days like these make me want to not return to London,” you say and Logan hums in agreement. “We can come back for winter break and stay longer,” he says before kissing the top of your head. “I like that idea, let’s just stay here for a bit before getting on any more planes” you reply with a laugh. “Please, we need to stay in a single place for more than a week” Logan replies and you both let out a laugh as you continue to watch the sun go down and disappear among the buildings.

Traveling with Logan is something you thoroughly enjoy, but days like this when you can relax before his home race and have some alone time are precious. While neither of you can’t deny you love London, Florida will always be home to you two and any chance you get to come down here doesn’t go to waste.

(all photo credits go to the respective owners)

[jake-g-lockley]

Cookies and Whiskey (Javier Peña x reader)

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A/N: This is co-authored by @lil-stark ! She literally handed me the most beautiful idea on a platinum platter AHHHHH. I loved writing this so much, my heart is so happy at soft!Javier.

Word count: 2.7 k

Warnings: yearrrrrning

You glance at the clock as the man before you stubs out his cigarette and loudly yawns. He rubs his eyes with the edge of his palms a groan emitting from deep within his chest.

“Tapping out, Peña?” You smile understandingly.

“None of these words are really words anymore.” He mumbles as his big brown eyes meet yours causing the army of butterflies to tickle your insides.

The past few days have made everyone increasingly tired and you could see that it was taking a toll on everyone, even on the DEA’s most resilient. You and Javier often burned the midnight oil at the office, not wanting to mix business with the comfort of your homes. It worked out easy for you because you’d often commute to work with Javier, with the additional advantage of Javier living in the same apartment complex as you.

Javier slaps the file he was working on close and stands up to grab his jacket, with you following suit. You smile at the guard who took the office keys from Javier, locking the office behind the both of you. The ride home was relatively quiet, only punctuated by you humming something that had been stuck in your head. Javier focused on your humming, feeling his whole body tune towards you as he drove on autopilot.

The spell only broke when Javier turned the corner of the street to the apartment complex, his demeanour turning slightly sour at the prospects of having you leave him for the night. He spends most of his day with you but he can’t seem to understand why he feels the nauseating need to continue being around you. The few hours that he spends with you not around are agonising to him, hurts him in places he didn’t realise could hurt.

You closed your eyes the second the complex came into view. You always hated this, saying good night and not having a good night. Sometimes you find yourself hearing so hard that you would fight the urge to kick Javi’s door down and barge in like you owned the place, taking what was rightfully yours.

You glanced at the way his hands gripped the steering, strong and powerful. You wondered if they would grip you the same, holding you down and steering you in the right direction. You sigh to yourself and set your hand on the handle, waiting for Javier to stop the car.

Javier tries hard not to feel the indescribable anguish as you click the car door open, gently closing it behind you. He loved how your hands held the capability to kill but chose to be gentle with everything else. It mesmerised him, the way you would hold files, papers, or coffee mugs; he wondered if you would hold him the same way, fragile and breakable. Then something fired up in him when you would hold a gun, powerful and strong, the agility showed him something that he could not resist.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” You say as Javier admits defeat with his emotions and slips the key into the lock.

“Only if you get me coffee.” He replies with a fond smile, before slipping inside.

He shuts the door and sighs softly, his eyes becoming heavier by the moment as he tossed his keys into the glass dish by the door. He can’t keep going on like this, his mind was overruled by thoughts of you. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, not carrying where it landed. You were not his to keep or to lose and he needed to get his priorities straight. Slumping onto the couch, he presses his face into his hands, groaning slightly at his plight.

He sat like that for a few minutes, getting his thoughts straightened out. He didn’t want to dream of you, only to wake up in the morning, upset at the fact that nothing was real and he had to go back pining for you. He was rhythmically massaging his temples with his knuckles when suddenly, a knock sounded at the door.

“Javi?” Came your soft voice, making Javier immediately jump up from the couch, all thoughts of sleeping evaporating from his tired mind.

He scrambled quietly, trying to find his shirt that he threw away, but it was nowhere in sight. He tried to act casual, slowing his steps as he approached the door, slowly opening it and peaking around to see your sheepish face.

“Everything alright, hermosa?”

A few minutes ago, you had sleepily trudged your way to your unit, trying to fish your keys from your bag, your mind filled with thoughts of Javi. You frowned when your fingers couldn’t grasp the familiar keychain amidst the mess of your bag. You knelt down and split the contents of your bag onto the floor, rummaging through to find your keys. A panicked pang slammed into the depths of your stomach as you realised that you had left your keys at the office.

You bite your lip as your mind shifts to your second option as you eyed the window to your unit, contemplating whether you should break it. You could just sleep over at Javier’s place. The both of you were already inseparable, it wouldn’t be so hard for you to just crash on his couch for one night. Your brain was still going through the scenarios as your legs began to carry you towards Javier’s place.

Eyeing the rust on the knob, a voice saying “Are you sure?” sounded in your head. You sighed and knocked the door, praying that the man hadn’t already succumbed to his tiredness. Your mouth dropped open as you eyed the golden skinned, half-naked man who opened the door. You blinked up at him as you registered his question, your brain slow and mushy from the sight you have been blessed with.

“Uh, yea, umm. So a little bit of a problem, I'm locked out of my apartment, and I don't want to break any windows just to get in.” You ramble slightly, and Javier’s mouth twists into a light smirk.

“Well, you know you're welcome here, make yourself at home, I’ll get you some clothes you can change into." He says as he takes your bag from you and steps aside, opening the door a little wider for you to step inside.

You had been to Javier’s unit before, during Steve’s birthday and it was the complete contrast of the man you knew at work. It was homely to say the least, constantly smelling of candles and cookies, along with the lingering scent of cigarettes that Javier would chain smoke. It's warm inside, humid really, explains why his shirt is off, but doesn't make it easier to stay focused.

“Do you want a drink, or water?” He gently asks, setting your bag aside.

You blurt out "water" without thinking twice and he nods, walking to his room to get you the stuff you need. He comes back and hands you a towel, toothbrush, one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants.

“Bathroom’s down the hall, to your right.” He says softly, nodding towards the small hallway.

You quietly padded towards the bathroom, your heart soothed at the hospitality he had shown you. You stripped as fast as you could, eager to get under the water to soothe your aches and knots. When you were done and switched off the shower, you heard the soft tinkle of music and you smiled, slipping on the clothes Javier lended you. They smelled like him, coffee and smoke, your favourite things about the pretty man.

You step out and make your way back to the living room, where Javier is sitting on the sofa, his hand over his face as the other one holds a glass of whiskey, your water on a coaster on the coffee table before him. The radio was playing sweet melodies and you sank into the sofa, leaning slightly forward to take your glass of water.

You watch as Javier tips the rest of the whiskey into his mouth and stands up, going to his little bar and filling it with another finger of the brownish liquid. The music changes and it's one of your favourites, making you smile as Javier approaches the couch again. He sets the glass onto the coffee table and holds his hand out for you, making you blink up at him with a confused look.

“Wanna dance? I know this is your favourite song.” Javier says, a little too smoothly for your liking.

You smile and slip your hand in his, letting him pull you up. You cling onto his shoulder as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer than he intended to. Your eyes fall onto where your hand settled upon his shoulder, trying hard not to linger at the sharp toned muscle. They quickly snapped back to his eyes as he pulls you away from the coffee table, into the empty space of the living room, swaying you and him to the rhythm.

“So, are you really locked out of your apartment or did you want to see me?” He breaks the quiet suddenly, making you roll your eyes at him.

“In your dreams Javier, I really am locked out.” You sigh, your hand unconsciously tightening its grip on his shoulder.

“Well, then pinch me because this does seem like a dream to me, cariño.” Javier says.

You let go of his shoulder and pinch his cheek without even waiting for another second and he laughs, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Actually, to be completely honest, I wouldn’t mind seeing you like this more often.” He whispers, almost to himself, but you were already hooked, questions flooding your head.

“Like what?” You say, watching him from under your lashes.

“Like this, wearing my clothes, in my arms, doing whatever we pleased.” His face was so close to you his breath fanning your face.

“And what do you think would please the both of us?” You whisper, your lips now a hair's width from his, your cheeks blazing.

“Baking cookies.”

“Huh?”

This was certainly one of the top five things that you hadn’t expected from Javier Peña.

“You know, making yummy cookies and then eating them?” His eyes were twinkling under the dim lights and you couldn’t tell whether he was humouring you.

“Say yummy again.” You ask, a laugh edging up your throat.

“Yum-my” he punctuated, squeezing your hip, causing you to giggle.

“Fine, show me how you bake cookies, Agent Peña.” You smirked, trying not to melt at the way he was holding your hip.

You were sure you were in a fever dream, soon you were perched up on the kitchen barstool, watching as Javier mixed up ingredients in a bowl. You had to swallow a little more times than you had intended to, your mouth pooling with saliva at the half naked man whisking eggs. He was meticulous, carefully measuring out the ingredients one by one.

As soon as Javi left the kitchen island to put something in the fridge, you reached out to pull the mixing bowl.

“Do not eat raw cookie dough, cariño!” He shouts and you jump in your seat as your eyes snapped to Javier who was glaring from the open fridge, his hands on his hips.

“Fine.” You pout and slump back.

Javi moves on to scooping the cookie dough onto the trays after preheating the oven, pressing extra chocolate chips onto the flattened cookies. Without a word, he takes a little bowl and fills it with chocolate chips, sliding the bowl to you. You grin and pop the chocolate chips into your mouth as you continue feasting your eyes.

“Your stare is going to burn a hole through me, angel.” Javier suddenly says, when his back is turned to you, sliding the cookie trays into the oven.

“I wasn’t staring.” You stammered a little and Javier turned around slowly, anchoring his hands onto the kitchen island separating the both of you.

“Says the person who loves me saying the word ‘yummy’.” He smirks.

“Your charm won’t work on me, Javier Peña.” You say, straightening your back.

“Well, I beg to differ, hermosa.” He licked his lips and leaned in.

Javier decided to test out something that Steve had told him over a couple of beers, crossing his fingers and toes, hoping to god that Steve wasn’t just teasing him.

“Bullshit.” You said, all sing songy and Javier decided to finally catch you at your own act.

“Well, I wouldn’t be so confident, given the fact that I know what Steve knows.” He says and you swear your heart almost stops.

Steve fucking Murphy.

You had confided in Steve and Connie a long time ago, them being your closest friends. You told them how you felt about Javi after a few too many glasses of wine and they promised to keep it a secret. You made a mental note to place a swarm of ants in Steve’s work drawer if you ever got out of this situation alive.

“Well maybe Steve lied.” You say, your response automatic.

Big mistake.

“So you know what I’m talking about?” Javier raised an eyebrow.

Your breath hitched as Javier circled the kitchen island and prowled closer to you.

“Steve can’t lie for shit, angel, we both know that.” His eyes were sparkling with something unknown and you didn’t know whether you wanted to reach for the unknown or stay planted in your seat.

So instead, you slip off the stool and edge away from him.

“Thank you for your hospitality Javier, I promise this won’t happen again.” You mumbled your eyes downcasted.

You turn on your heel and try to walk to the bedroom when his hand wraps around your wrist and twirls you, making you collide with his chest.

“Is that really what you want, hermosa?” Javier says as you tried to catch your breath.

You nod, trying your best to keep eye contact. What was the use of trying though, you were already caught.

Javier suddenly dips his head into the crook of your neck, pressing a gentle kiss onto your searing skin, making you shiver.

“You’re a worse liar than Steve, amor.” He murmurs, his nose pressing into your neck.

You stiffened in his arms, making him stop his ministrations and look up. You were looking at him like he was your world but there was a veil of doubt covering your eyes and Javi could sense it.

“Hermosa, que paso? Did I do something wrong?” Panic rushed over him, terrified that he had taken it too far.

You took a deep breath, trying to word the things you wanted to say gently.

“Javier, you cannot use me and then leave, my heart can't take that. Please.” You say, your eyes welling up in tears at the prospect of you and him ruining what you already had with him.

“Oh, cariño.” He sighs and literally melts at the sight of your tears, pressing a lingering kiss onto your temple as you wrap your arms around his bare midriff.

Suddenly, his hands are on your arms, easing your grip around him. He drops to his knees, still holding your hands as he gazes up at you.

“Look, my sweet angel. You’re my best friend and I would literally die if I had to choose to walk out on you or us. So don’t you dare think that it would happen in this lifetime or in the next few lifetimes.” Javier surprised himself with what leaves his mouth, your presence making him delirious.

You kneel down too, bringing yourself to be at eye level with Javier. You cup his cheek as he pulls one of your hands to his chest. You search his baby doe eyes and smile, a feeling inside you blossoming and you realise that he was most definitely true to his word.

Before you could think twice, your lips were on his, kissing him softly. He sighs ever so gently and pulls you closer, falling back slightly and letting you lead. You pressed harder against him, licking his bottom lip gently when suddenly the timer goes off, causing the both of you to jump.

The both of you laugh shakily, your cheeks tinted in the prettiest pinks. Javier stands up and pulls you with him, turning off the oven, before kissing you again.

“Let’s snack, then, maybe, continue this in a place a little more, quieter?” Javier whispers.

“Okay.” You whisper back.

Just like that, your little mishap had the biggest silver-lining you had ever encountered. You squeeze Javier’s arm a little tighter as he pulled the cookies out of the oven, smiling to yourself.

Everything was going to be alright.

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[yoonlattesworld]

Hi:)

I love your writings 💞

Can you do a very shy reader interrupting yoongi's vlive?

Shy and innocent-MYG

Idol yoongi x shy reader

Synopsis: he wanted to hide you from the harsh world filled of envy and hatred. But soon he realized that it was time to face the world together. So why not start with a live filled with millions of people?

Genre: soft fluff, teeny tiny angst

Warnings: none but my cutie patootie shy mc and her cutie patootie loving boyfie.

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A/n: hello my lovie I'm so sorry it took so long but i hope you like it! And thank you very much 💖

Author's pov

You sighed for the nth time as you tossed on yoongi's side of bed hoping his scent would help you sleep but although it gave you a sense of comfort, the sweet slumber never came.

You were slowly starting to feel annoyed because half an hour ago you were feeling so sleepy you almost fell asleep on the dining table so yoongi told you to take a nap which you were very much looking forward to. But the moment you laid on the bed, all the sleepiness disappeared and you were suddenly wide awake.

You assumed you'd pass out the moment your head hit the pillow because of how many you woke up last time. Maybe you knew what would help you sleep but you didn't have the heart to disturb him.

Although he has told you many times before that you never have to hesitate to enter his studio if you need him for anything. He reminds you many times that you can freely call him and he would leave everything pending just to hold you if you want. But even after dating for almost a year, the shyness in your voice while asking for something never disappeared.

You've been shy ever since you can remember. Hell you'd even think twice before asking something from your parents because you didn't want to bother them. That's the reason you've been laying on the bed wide awake since almost 45 minutes because you were too shy to ask him to come and hold you. Sometimes it became very frustrating to overthink every possible scenario before asking for something.

You have no idea how can yoongi be so patient with you when you'd beat around the bush half the time before finally saying what you wanted to. But yoongi has no problem with it. He has made it clear many times that he finds your shyness endearing. He thinks your eyes resemble of an innocent puppy's.

Kicking your legs in frustration you pouted as you yanked the blanket off of your body, suddenly feeling a little too warm. Should you go to his studio? What of he's working? What if he gets mad at you for disturbing him? No he wouldn't get mad right? It didn't help that you were feeling sick since yesterday. You'd get extra clingy whenever you were sick.

Flopping back on the bed you whined quietly.

~▪︎~

Yoongi leaned back on his chair with a small sigh when his eyes caught another 'yoongi marry me comment' he hid a smile behind his hand as he thought of how many marriage proposals he had gotten in the last year. Leaning forward, he squinted his eyes to read the comments which were flowing a little too fast "i can't read the comments when they're going so fast" he rasped, his voice deep and the small chuckle leaving his lips even deeper as he saw a few more marriage proposals.

'I already have someone i want to marry' he thought to himself as he talked about random things to entertain the millions of armies watching. Sometimes he wondered if his and the other member's lives were boring or not. But hell millions of people watched jungkook Wash dishes so he assumed talking and replying to comments won't bore anyone.

"Yoongi oppa what do you like in a girl?" He mumbled before humming deeply as your smiling face popped in his mind. "I don't know maybe i like a simple girl who shares my interest in music?" He questioned 'i like the innocent shyness in a certain girl'

He smiled fondly as the image of you shyly kissing him goodbye before he went to work, came in his mind. He almost started talking about you when an army commented "do you like shy girls, or bold girls?" And this wasn't the first time it happened.

There's been many times when he has almost started rambling about you,his hidden girlfriend. Sometimes he wants to hide you in his arms, and keep you to himself so you wouldn't have to get hurt from the harsh world. But there are times when he wants to show you off to the whole world. Show that you're the only girl he loves. Of course armies are a very precious part of his life. But he wants to show everyone that no rumored female idol or actress can take your place.

He knows that the countless articles about him rumoured with an idol bothers you but you've never once questioned him. He knows that you have your full trust In him but he also knows that you try to hide your sadness in front of him when your eyes catch another useless article. He knows that you want to be able to go outside freely without any fear of someone seeing you both. He wants nothing more than that either. But he also knows the dark side of this world which is filled with envy no hatred. He knows what the feeling of getting constant hate can do. He has experienced it and he never ever wants you to experience the same thing.

Hell he's willing to carry all the hate on himself alone just so it wouldn't reach you. That's why even after being together for almost a year, he's still not ready to reveal you to the harsh world. He's aware that the true armies will love and accept you for who you are. But still he can't help but worry-

"yoongi?" his eyes snapped up towards the door when the softest whisper reached his ears. He momentarily forgot about the curious fans watching him when his eyes took you in.

It felt like he fell in love with you all over again.

You looked like an angel, peeking from the door, just wearing one of his oversized white hoodie. It was big on him so obviously it was huge on you. Your pretty long hair seemed a little messed up and he assumed you had been tossing around on the bed. You smiled shyly which lifted his lips in his own soft smile.

Looks like you both hadn't realised that he was still live and the comment section was flooding.

Bts.love: why are you smiling?

Purple/girl: what is he looking at?

Bangtanlove: someone is there with him

"hi" you whispered giving him a little wave to which he extended his hand towards you, mumbling "hey doll, what's wrong" you shaked your head and pushed some hair out of your face as you stopped forward and took his hand, allowing him to pull you towards himself.

Again the comments went crazy

Meow: who is doll??

Certainarmygirl: OMG HE'S HOLDING SOME ONE'S HAND

Kookiegirl: yoongi?!?

"nothing's wrong I just missed you" you said shyly as you stepped in between his legs. His hands found their place on your soft bare thighs and he gave them a soft squeeze, completely unaware that people could see you. Well not your face because you were standing but it didn't take long to understand that a girl was standing In between their beloved idol, yoongi's legs, wearing yoongi's hoodie and playing with yoongi's hair while said yoongi looked up at you like you held the world in your arms. Again completely unaware that millions of people were going crazy at the moment.

Yoongi'swife: h-he has a girlfriend

Yoongimarryme: goodbye time to leave and become a saint

"I missed you too babygirl" he rasped taking your hand and pressing soft kisses on the tips of your fingers causing you to giggle softly when something moving on the laptop caught your eye. The said something moving being the comment section. Your eyes widened as you realised that the live was on and people could see him holding you "oh my god" you gasped taking your hand away from his hold and stumbling back until you were out of the view.

Yoongi looked at you with wide eyes as you pressed a hand over your mouth and pointed at the open laptop "wha-" oh. Yoongi blinked at the laptop realising that he was now looking at not 5 million but 13 million people. How in the world did it get to that point in 5 minutes??

"what do we do now?" you whisper yelled, watching yoongi sighing and burying his face in his hands for a second but taking a deep breath and looking the laptop again. While you were freaking out thinking of every possible outcome, yoongi was as calm as ever. "well" he cleared his throat before looking at you with a low chuckle "come here doll"

Your eyes widened even more than before. He must be kidding right? You shook your head rapidly only for him to raise an eyebrow "come here. Everything will be fine" he mouthed, his eyes determined and full of love. You hesitated for a moment before taking a small step ahead until you were yoongi's reach and he pulled you on his lap.

"oh god" you whispered as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head "army" he smiled "meet my girlfriend"

You were almost shocked at fast the comment section exploded. Almost because right now you were shocked because yoongi suddenly announced that he is in a relationship. Looking up at him he mumbled something about not being able to read the comments and you whispered "I'm sorry I didn't knew you were live"

Looking at you with a soft smile he mumbled "it's okay doll. I wanted to do this since a while. You gave me another reason to" you smiled slightly as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your lips "now answer the questions angel. It seems like they're now here for you" he chuckled as you smiled nervously seeing all the questions flooding in.

"isn't she lovely?" yoongi grinned as you shyly waved at the camera "hi I'm an army like you all too" you smiled "it's nice to meet you, my name is y/n"

Sugagirl: you're so pretty!

Btsarmy: yoongi how can you do this to us?! 😭

Certaincat: at least I can get a partner now that he's not single

Of course there were a few questionable comments too but yoongi didn't give you a chance to see them.

Yoongi sighed, leaning back against his chair and watching as you continued chatting with the fans as if you all were life long friends. Well now no one wants to see him I guess.

Kissing the back of your head he rested his hand on your bare thigh, as he whispered "I love you doll" you looked at him for a second as you smiled softly "I love you too"

Thank god weverse didn't have an option of sending voice recording because somehow, people were squealing in the comments so what would happen if there was a recorder?

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Reviving Love

Jason Todd x Reader Summary: Jason wants to forget that the two of you ever happened, to leave the past in the past. Yet, when he runs into you again he can't help wanting to revive what he thought was lost.

Chapter 1

All Dick had to do was keep his mouth shut about Jason’s life from before he died, but that would be too much to ask for obviously. Sometimes Jay wondered if his older brother saw bringing up his past as a sport, to see just how far he could push him until there was a crack in the façade. Jason knew Dick well enough to know that he was probably just making up for shit he didn’t do when they were younger. But, he didn’t have to bring you up. 

The question was innocent enough. In a moment of downtime where they had been doing their own shit on opposite sides of Dick’s apartment, the sudden question was tossed into the air like it was an afterthought. “Jay, whatever happened to that girl you dated in high school?”

It threw Jason for a loop, making him question multiple things at once. He suddenly wondered if Dick could read his mind, and what exactly you had been doing. The only response he could muster was, “Probably living her life, Dick. I don’t give a fuck.” 

Dick seemed put out by the idea of Jason not caring about you, saying that it had been the first time he’d ever seen him so happy. He didn’t bother to respond, because the more Jason added to the conversation, the more Dick would continue it. All he wanted to do was clean his gun in peace. Unfortunately, the mere mention of you had him suddenly distracted. Flashbacks of memories came to him abruptly. The thought of his younger self so stupidly smitten sat there in the forefront of his mind with rosy cheeks and a toothy grin that was the result of something you had told him. 

Dick pulled out his phone, announcing that he was going to search for you on Instagram. Jason shook his head, telling him to just leave you alone—To leave you in the past where you belonged. 

“I’m sorry, Jay, but you’ve been single too long and, as your older brother, it’s my job to be your…Aha!” Dick got up from his spot and crossed the room to him in a few proud strides. When Dick threw himself down next to Jason, despite the warning to be careful since guns were out, he shoved his phone toward him. “Look, found her.”

“That’s great,” Jason said, scooting away. Dick was already getting more on his nerves, and being too close was setting him more on edge. He wouldn’t admit aloud that you were just as beautiful as the last time he saw you, and chalked up that compliment to being in the limelight of his memory. 

Groaning, Dick pulled his phone away to scroll down on your profile. “She’s pretty. You should hit her up.”

Jason snorted, “And say what? Hey, I know you think I’m dead and all, but I was wondering, wanna go on a date? No, Dick. Leave it alone, I’m not interested. She’s probably moved on anyway.” 

“You say that…” 

Jason stood suddenly, grabbing his guns off the table in one fell swoop to put them into a duffel bag before grabbing the rest of his things. When Dick tried to dissuade him from leaving, he was majorly rejected. Jason told him again that he didn’t want his love life to come up, there wasn’t time for one, and, above all else, he didn’t want his fucking past brought up, either. 

“You can’t continue being bitter, Jay,” Dick said as got up to follow him out. “You gotta move on.”

Now, that irked Jason more than anything else, and promptly told his older brother that he could fuck off. He was fine and had been for the past six years. Most importantly, Jason assured himself, and Dick, that he didn’t want to know you again. 

Unknowingly—and unfortunately for him— Dick had sparked a struggle that had Jason pacing around his apartment throughout the rest of the day. He wanted to know that if you saw him again would there be any recognition or was he just a faceless someone you talked about in stories of the past? It was a topic that he shouldn’t have been thinking about, but it was curiosity that drove him to look you up. 

He hated that when he saw your photo on the screen that his heart fluttered.