#i would immediately know not to take it personally if they’re like fidgeting or on their phone while i talk or smth

[arionawrites]

how tf did me facetiming someone i matched with on tinder turn into them giving me unsolicited advice about giving people your full attention after i already let them know that i recently got diagnosed as adhd and it’s hard for me to focus on just one thing/person and then them telling me that “based on my behavior” they think i’m autistic like ?? didn’t ask, we literally started messaging each other like a day ago, even if i am autistic (which wouldn’t be a bad thing if i am) when has it ever been socially acceptable to tell someone you JUST MET that you think they’ve got some kind of mental disorder/illness/disability/etc.

my friends have mentioned that i might be autistic and that’s fine bc i’ve spent a lot of time with them and they actually know me and i take their perspective of me very seriously because they’re the people who see me 100% unfiltered and have known me whenever i’ve been completely unmedicated. i trust their word.

this person from tinder, however, i have sent like maybe 20-30 messages to where we talked about nanowrimo and i was like omg it’d be so cool to meet someone who also writes, whether it’s as friends or as more, i would love that—only for our facetime call to be less than 20 minutes long and for them to try and diagnose me as autistic just because i, after ALREADY TELLING THEM that i have adhd and after them asking about meds and me telling them that i haven’t taken my adhd meds today because i didn’t have work and also i’ve taken multiple naps today which has made my head even more foggy and made it even harder than usual to focus, found it difficult to focus.

like. i wasn’t unresponsive. i wasn’t ignoring them. i was listening and i was responding, i just also was looking between my phone and my laptop screen.

which okay i understand that maybe i’m just frustrated because of the “based on your behavior” comment because an 18 minute facetime call does not give someone enough interaction time to try and fucking diagnose me as anything, and maybe this is more of a we just didn’t vibe and that’s fine, i don’t think they’re like a bad person or anything and if nothing else i’m glad the mismatched vibes were felt before deciding to meet up or anything, but also.

eighteen minutes. literally eighteen minutes and they fucking “based on your behavior i think you’re autistic” and “here’s some advice, when meeting new people you should give them your full attention”

FUCK that.

[hysteria-things]

TREEHOUSE

based off of this, this, this, & this

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft dom!nate x virgin!sls!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: reminiscing your relationship with nate where it all started: in his treehouse.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, FLUFF, swearing, p in v, praising

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,181

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: day ONE of nate week!

so pumped😇

creaking from the wooden panels of nate’s treehouse sound from underneath your shoes. some would say treehouses aren’t for nineteen-year-olds, but your boyfriend will strongly disagree.

it still stands after almost two decades, hundreds of memories made here with him and your older brothers. it’s been a while since you’ve been up here, but even if he doesn’t admit it, you can tell nate still hangs out from how tidy it is.

“you still have the pirate hats.” you giggle, pointing to them neatly placed on a shelf above the small sofa he has against the wall.

each hat matched your personalities, with your names written in your favorite colors. they’re faded by now, but you can still make the writing out.

christopher. matthew. nicolas. nathan. y/n.

your brothers are wonderful with you dating their best friend because nate liked you for years. ever since you were children; and he never gave up on you.

summer break is a kid’s favorite time of year. the sun is shining, the nice weather, hanging out with your friends day by day. it’s great.

four boys bicker in front of the ladder, and a young y/n is sitting on the porch steps playing with her dolls.

“dude, just ask already!” chris argues, holding a fake pirate hook in his hand.

“yeah, what’s taking so long?” nick chimes in.

matt’s arms are crossed over his chest. “he’s got a little crush on our sister, that’s why.”

“i do not!” nate yells, eyepatch over his eye and his pirate hat lopsided. he stomps his feet in a tantrum-like manner. “girls probably don’t even like playing pirates!”

they bicker for seconds more, until matt’s had enough and pushes the boy toward you. he hesitates, but walks to the stairs. “hey, y/n!” he exclaims, taking a seat next to you.

you smile, setting your toys down. “hi, nate.”

“would you— um…” he turns to the triplets, and they motion him to hurry up. he sighs, looking back at you. “would you like to play pirates with us? there’s an extra hat.”

bringing your finger to your chin, you think and then nod. “sure! i’d love to play pirates!”

nate grins from ear to ear, grabbing your hand and leading you toward your siblings.

that’s not the only heirloom hidden in plain sight. the screws are still stuck in the wall where the NO GIRLS ALLOWED sign used to be until you guys started hanging out alone and he threw it away immediately.

there are still old decorations from previous years, like the spongebob blanket or the mario and luigi plushies. as he got older, though, the decorating became more mature.

another core memory is when he asked you to be his girlfriend right where you’re standing. well, he tried to ask, but he couldn’t get the words out.

“can i ask you something?” nate questions, refusing to make eye contact as he fidgets with the gaming controller in his hand.

you nod. “of course.”

“so, um… do you want to, uh—” he stammers as your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“what do you mean?” you giggle.

“um, y’know. do you want— uh, to be— um—”

“are you asking me to be your girlfriend, nate?” you ask, smirking while raising a brow.

his face heats up, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah.”

the sound from the small TV completely fades, your inner thoughts taking over instead. now, it’s nighttime, and the fairy lights in the treehouse make the room dimly lit.

your head rests on his chest, his heartbeat soothing to your ears.

even though you guys have been together for a while now, you’ve never done it. hell, you’re still a virgin. nate’s been patient with you every step of the way. “what’re you thinking about?” he asks.

shaking your head to snap out of it, you look up, already seeing him staring down at you. “nothing.”

he knows you’re lying, and patiently waits there until you sigh. “i’m ready.” you start as he listens intently. “i want to… have sex… with you.”

he smiles warmly, taking a piece of hair and placing it behind your ear. “are you sure?”

nodding, he then starts to lean into where his lips ghost yours. “yeah?” he whispers, your eyes set on his mouth, so badly wanting to kiss him.

the softness of his lips syncing with yours has your legs squeezed together. he leans more in, deepening the kiss while also laying you flat on the cushions. your knuckles turn white to how hard you’re gripping on his shoulders when he starts to remove your pants and underwear.

“you’re tense.” he points out, rubbing the outside of your thighs in a soothing motion. “relax.”

you didn’t realize how tense your body was until he pointed it out. taking a deep breath, he starts to untie his bottoms.

“breathe for me, okay?” he reassures, lining himself up before slowly moving his pelvis forward. it hurts for sure, but it’s more of a pressure feeling. “relax.” he says again, feeling your anxiety.

a pained moan leaves your lips once he’s in, and it just hits you that your childhood friend, who turned into a crush, and is now your boyfriend is inside of you. “you okay?”

you nod, taking his hand in yours. “i know you tell your brothers everything but—” he cuts himself off with a groan when his dick twitches, desperately wanting to move. he starts to thrust his hips slowly, low whines tickling from your throat. “for my own sake, don’t tell them about this.”

his thrusts get gradually faster, but they’re soft so he doesn’t hurt you in any way. the pain soon turns to pleasure, arms wrapping around his neck. he keeps asking if you’re okay every two minutes, so to shut him up you kiss him passionately.

“nate.” you exhale, licking your lips and lifting your head slightly to look at where you’re conjoined. his dick is coated with your juices, the slap of your thighs banging together.

“nathan.” you moan louder, throwing your head back and arching.

“you’re letting me fuck you so well.” he grunts when your walls clench around him. “you’re so pretty; i love you so much.”

your eyes widen in surprise. it could be the intensity of the moment, but that’s the first time he’s ever said those words. “i-i love you too.”

clenching again, your legs twitch with each movement of his hips. “i-i’m going to cum.”

he pecks your forehead. “go ahead, baby. you’re doing so good for me.”

you whimper, your orgasm flowing out of your pussy and onto his base. he fucks you a little more through your high, before pulling out and painting your stomach white.

whispering sweet nothings into your ear, he lays on top of you, rubbing his hands all over your body. “i meant what i said, by the way. that i love you.”

you smile, blushing at the same time. “so did i.”

that’s when you realized your relationship will only blossom from here, all because of this goddamn treehouse.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72 @ripmattitude @p1xieswrld @alorsxsturn @txssvx @sttzee @multiluvr @delilahprentiss @matthewsspecial @sturnolio-luvs @sturniolho @suga-daddy-69 @tworosesblackthorn @luckistar-posts @gnxosblog @junnniiieee07 @sturnioloslurps @tylerthecreatorsrealwife @flowerxbunnie @imaslut4kehlani @sturniolosandmoree @hertvgirl @whoreforchrissturniolo @sturniolotriplettoplover @stars4matt @freshsturns @loverrsposts @sturnlcvr @elliesturniolo1 @tpvmz @user283926392 @lalalands86 @sukiipjs @sturniologirl813 @leahrab @chrissturniolosslut @h3arts4harry @sturnioloblogs @creamoncreamoncream2 @luv4kozume @ivyyyyyysposts @mirxcle1 @iluvm4ttsturni0l0 @catalina-island @mbsbaby @mattsdollie @pinkfarts @slut4mattsturn @thesturniolos @vickeyzloserz @nononopenono1 @bitchydragonparadise @gdsvhtwa @hrt-attack @bellasfavbisexual @dwntwn-strnlo @venusbabysblog @meerkatzthings @crazychrisl0v3r @maggieflms @strtuniolo @mutualsafe @riasturns @sturniolowhore @antpile00 @ashley9282828 @stingerayyy2 @sturnsjtop @luverboychris @yapperchris

[jenchan-writingmultis]

Twisted Wonderland Boys x Fem Reader in their respective Fairytales (Series)

(Kalim's Part)

Previous part (Azul)

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A/n: I forgot to add Vil omg, I'll write about him along with Malleus, I just wanted this out cause I enjoyed writing this so much, and I couldn't wait to post it! I hope you all like it! Kalim here is based on the Sultan in Aladdin so not the villain, but I didn't want to leave him out. Content Warning: This Fic will be tagged as 16+ since it is a bit suggestive along with mentions of Gorey themes (Azul), it’s very vague. I haven’t finished Book 6 and Book 7 because I’m stuck in Tartarus, but they’re not done here yet. Potential Inaccuracy in Indian Tradition, Indian and Greek clothing, if ever you see inaccuracy about it, please let me know, I only did a bit of research about it. The reason for potential OOC was cause I mixed both the classic Villains with the personalities of our beloved boys. You have a child with Kalim here!

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First Batch would be: Riddle, Leona, Azul

Second Batch would be: Kalim, Idia, Malleus

List of Villains interconnecting with each character:

Kalim = The sultan Idia = Hades

─────❅───── Kalim: You didn’t know why you were sitting down on an extravagant throne, a dozen of people looking upfront and bowing to your presence when you awoke, feeling a gentle touch on your face, you stirred up from your slumber, looking at your side. Seeing Kalim in the flesh except, he looked more mature than your Kalim.

“My love are you feeling alright?” he traces his fingers lightly on your cheeks, careful not to smudge the makeup you were wearing, you didn’t pull away, but you kept staring at him, admiring his adorning features, earrings twinkling under the light, showing real gold on it, Kamar bands knotted gracefully around him, he looked the same except he seemed more kingly than your little boyfriend.

“Kalim?” you murmured, moving your hand, wanting to touch his hand which he took notice before smiling, he traced his fingers on yours. “You fell asleep during our daughter’s birthday” he clarified, suddenly confused why you looked surprised.

“Daughter?” you asked, the sari that adorned your figure, jewelry around your clothing as you stood up, hands squeezing a bit of your flesh in attempts to keep yourself calm in a stressful situation, Kalim took notice as he stood up with you, placing his hand on your waist and drawing you closer. "Ladies and gentlemen," he captured the attention of each guest, you two look like the perfect couple in each of family member there, "my wife seems to be feeling a bit under the weather. Please continue to enjoy the party! we'll be back shortly. “With that, he signaled the band to start playing music.

“My love, what’s wrong?” he asked gently, letting you go as you looked at him, you were confused and lost, where are you? Why do you have a daughter, wait YOUR daughter with Kalim right?

“Kalim” you fidget a bit, “Are we married?” you ask, your fingernails look really tempting to bite right now.

"Of course," he said almost immediately. "We got married on your 20th birthday." Cupping your cheeks, he pulled you closer and gave you a gentle kiss.  “Our daughter will get candidates from different families, you arranged it a few hours ago” he continued, when you kissed him back he felt relieved, you’ve been acting weird ever since you woke up from your sudden nap.

“I…” Feeling conflicted, Kalim couldn’t help but worry, He pulled away giving you a bit of space “If you want, we can cancel the candidates for now,” while that was frowned upon due to the disrespect, he’s not the one to force your kid with him to marry, although he would be happy if she found a lover and get married.

You had an inkling of what happened, vaguely remembering that potion you and Deuce created and exploded on your face, with the timeline, your first guess was it was the future, but you were younger/older than he indicated.

“We can take a break and rest,” Kalim kissed your hand, “I don’t want the guests to see you in such a state,”

Despite this Kalim potentially not being your Kalim, he was sweet. In your real world, he could be overbearing at times, but he always tried to improve and not treat you like a servant. This older version of Kalim seemed to have successfully overcome that habit, putting your needs first before his own desires.

"I’m fine” You showed a bit of affection by kissing his cheek, which made his heart beat faster, it was a gesture you often do with him that got him all flustered. “We should go back, I don’t want our daughter to feel abandoned there,” you said jokingly, making Kalim chuckle.

“She’s doing great honestly, she got your face and my personality” referencing to his extrovertedness when he was younger, and he still is, just more tamed.

You wouldn’t mind this dream of yours, after all, Kalim was still the same, the only downside was the sudden shove from being a commoner to a Rani, but it was a change you’re willing to adjust for… till you get back to your world, hopefully.

(Idia's Part) ─────❅───── A/n: here you go! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა @wisteriarose214

[yanderederee]

I love your work and your whole blog is just so amazing! I would like to request letter A for Baji from Tokyo revengers. Thank you, have a nice day dear! :)

This one’s going to be longer than normal— sue me. Read more cause it’s long

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Baji Keisuke is a very intense person. When he feels strongly about a person, it’s hard not to notice. He goes out of his way to give Pah’s dog extra attention when he’s away, carries Mikey to and from places when he falls asleep randomly— everyone feels at ease when they’re with Baji because he is a safe person that they know they can trust.

So for his significant other; of course he’ll show his affections openly. Though it may look like less like romantic affection than it would a doting mother (does that make sense?)

Baji will wholeheartedly take care of you.

You have a stomach ache in public? He rubs your back and finds a place for you to sit, or takes you home immediately if you want. Even if he’s not entirely sure how to fix your issues, he’s dutiful in the way he cares for you.

Order something you don’t like at a restaurant? You got two options, you two can swap meals (because he doesn’t care what he eats as long as you’re happy), or he’ll order a safer option for you.

Can’t sleep? He’ll be half delirious, but he’ll stay on the phone with you and let you chat while he mumbles back replies to make you feel better. Battery might be shot tomorrow but he only uses it to stay in touch with you anyway.

Leaning into romantic affection: not so much into the casual stuff like hand holding (he’s a little squirrelly and gets frustrated if his arm is locked down for too long), but loves looping his arm over your shoulder and holding you close to him at all times. It’s more than showing people you belong to him, it’s also the comfort having you near brings him.

If he’s sitting and getting stir crazy, he’ll play with your fingers. It eventually becomes a fidget of his so he doesn’t realize he does it, but everyone else does.

Likes cuddles, specially holding you. He loves feeling you wrapped up in his arms and pressed into his neck. He could get lost in thought and lay there for hours thinking of all the things he adores about you.

If you fall asleep, he’ll stare at your face; gently pat your hair or trace your features… he’s star stuck thinking about you.

Also shows his affection in protecting you. Can not stand when other people waste your time. If you’re enjoying the conversation then sure, he’ll endure. But if you show any sign of fatigue or annoyance, he’s quick to swoop in and come up with an excuse to get yall going.

That goes for his own friends too. If anyone so much as gives a backhanded comment about you, (I.e: she’s leeching all of your time Baji/Cant you go anywhere without her?/she’s fine but I don’t like having her around/etc), he goes off. There was nothing fucking wrong with you and if you were content being by his side, then he would happily keep you there.

“Fuck you say? Ain’t no one ask you, so keep your shit shut.” He can get really aggressive with his language and dialect, don’t try fighting him further than that, it will end in fists and blood.

Speaking of, is happy to beat the shit out of anyone for you. There’s not a lot that is beneath him. (More on this @/Blood) He doesn’t hit girls, but he will pull their hair and scream in their face for a long time until they get the picture to not mess with you.

Overall: Baji only becomes an intense yandere if other people get involved. If it’s just the two of you, he’s extremely doting and careful with you, but does his best not to stir you into complex feelings that might cause you to leave him.

[sixeyescurseuser]

(2)

Geto had sensed Gojo’s presence ever since the alpha entered the infirmary. Because his heat symptoms mainly consist of nausea and muscle cramps, Geto can do nothing more than lie on his side facing away from the door, dying on the inside while the best friend he’s trying to hide from barges into the room like he owns it.

The omega lets out a shaky sigh. 

“What, did you come here to gloat about how you were right this entire time? That’s pretty shitty, even for you, Satoru,” Geto mutters. He doesn’t receive a response. 

The thing is, Gojo isn’t thinking that at all. While he’s admittedly quite dumbfounded at the turn of events, Gojo just knows that Suguru is the only other person who can keep up with him. 

And Suguru is an omega, who is currently very much in heat, in PAIN.

Frozen in the doorway, Gojo doesn’t have time to rethink everything he’s ever been taught. Belatedly, he realizes what his instincts have been yelling at him this whole time.

Suguru’s in heat!

Help him!

Comfort him!

As the silence drags on, Geto becomes more resigned to the fact that Gojo is witnessing him like this. Pathetic. Weak. Vulnerable.

Whatever, Geto feels like vomiting and hiding away forever anyway. Fucking heats, man. 

But Gojo doesn’t leave. Frankly, the alpha still doesn’t say anything, and Geto is just about to tell him to leave when footsteps sound across the tiled floor. Geto tenses up as the alpha rounds the bed. 

Then, a mop of soft, white hair comes into Geto’s view. Gojo kneels down, face at level with Geto’s. Gojo’s expression looks…concerned. No smugness in sight.

Not something Geto was expecting at all.

“Satoru?”

Gojo uses one hand to brush aside Geto’s bangs that had fallen into his eyes.

Amidst the stomach cramps and pounding headache, Geto’s heart swells. 

“Tell me how I can help,” Gojo pleads. Geto’s glazed eyes widen in disbelief. He almost doesn’t register the question enough to answer. 

Luckily, Gojo repeats, “I’m serious. Suguru, please, let me help you. I don’t like seeing you in pain.”

Without wasting another moment, Geto grabs at the hand that had brushed away his bangs.

“Take off your shirt,” he rasps out, then as a second thought, “And your pants.”

One minute later, Gojo stands like 🧍🏻in his pink heart-patterned briefs while Geto happily puts the newly-acquired shirt and pants in his nest. Unbeknownst to Geto, he lets out content rumbles during the process. 

Gojo finds it very cute. However, he’s also very aware of how rudely he intruded into Geto’s heat room; the alpha begins to fidget, unsure if he’s allowed to stay any longer. 

“Well, if that’s all, I’ll get going-“

“Shut up and get in my nest,” Geto growls. Gojo immediately moves to comply.

As soon as Gojo climbs in, Geto plops himself half on-top of the alpha, and then drags the sheets on top of them both.

“This is your penance for talking shit about omegas,” Geto states, pillowing himself on Gojo’s pecs. His heat-muddled brain tells him to bite the skin.

“I didn’t- OUCH, that hurt," Gojo cries out, but he still wraps his arms around the omega's waist. "Suguru, I never meant any of that about you. I would never say you’re a burden."

Geto continues nibbling on Gojo's chest.

“Doesn’t matter, I don’t want you taking back what you said only because I fit into that category,” Geto snarls. He noses his way to Gojo’s neck and doesn’t hesitate to lick over Gojo’s scent gland.

Which was kind of a mistake because now Gojo’s cotton-candy scent mixes deliciously with Geto’s chocolate and lavender scent.

(Oh, they’re both only in their underwear, Gojo thinks. How…nice.

(Gojo @ his dick: “Don’t u fucking dare”)

Geto feels himself slick a little. Luckily, beneath him, Gojo is too preoccupied with the way Geto’s tongue feels on his neck.

“F-fuck- oh my god,” Gojo whines, breathing heavily. Astonishingly, his alpha isn’t roaring at him to flip Geto over and switch places. In fact, it feels more like being pampered than being challenged.

Alas, Gojo is still very sensitive. No one has ever so much as touched his scent gland and Geto is just going to town on it, kissing and sucking on the delicate skin. He tries pushing the omega back but Geto growls at him in warning before going back to his task.

“Suguru, slow down,” Gojo coaxes, lightly pulling at Geto’s hair. Geto raises his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. 

But before he can protest, a pair of lips gently presses to the spot between his cheek and eye.

What?

Gojo’s cheeks turn pink, crystal-blue eyes shifting to the side.

“Sorry, that was supposed to be to your forehead,” he admits.

Geto blinks once, then twice, pupils dilating by the second.

“Try again.”

Gojo nods. He leans up and lands a peck on Geto’s eyebrow. 

Geto laughs freely at that. Gojo feels like a goddamn saint for causing that.

The alpha begins littering Geto’s face with kisses: on his nose, his cheeks, his chin, finally his forehead, and then once at the corner of his lips.

Geto purrs deeply, the deep vibrations steady between them.

Gojo now cups both of Geto’s cheeks. The omega’s expression is relaxed, world’s different compared to when Gojo had first entered the room.

Looking at him like this, Gojo yearns to be somehow even closer to Geto. 

“I want to kiss you,” Gojo confesses, caressing his thumb against Geto’s cheekbone. “Will you let me?”

If possible, Geto’s purring even louder. He completely melts into Gojo’s large hands, then wavers a bit as he nods his assent.

But before Gojo can bring their lips together, a knock sounds on the doorframe, startling both of them.

“Geto, I brought the juice pouches you wanted,” Shoko interrupts, placing a carton on the table. She slams a sack down as well. “And stole more clothes from Gojo’s room, because you two will definitely need it.”

She side-eyes her friends, who are frozen in their compromising position. Geto doesn’t move more so because he’s really comfy. He opts for hiding his face in Gojo’s neck.

Gojo, on the other hand, can’t manage anything other than a viscous snarl in Shoko’s direction.

“Woah, calm down, lover boy. He’s all yours,” Shoko says, holding her hands up in surrender. 

“You went through my closet?” Gojo bites out.

“Yep, Geto asked me to,” Shoko answers. “Later.”

With a salute, she walks out and closes the door.

“You really told her to?” Gojo can’t help but ask, urging Geto to come out from his hiding spot. 

Geto nuzzles against Gojo’s scent gland.

“Just in case you reacted badly,” he said. “Cause you know, I lied to you and everything. I wouldn’t have blamed you if you left.”

Gojo flinches so hard, he jostles Geto into lifting his head. 

“You thought I would leave you? In this state?” Gojo asks, a bit hurt. Geto shrugs, eyelids lowering. 

“I don’t know. I can’t think straight when in heat, Satoru. It’s easy for my thoughts to spiral,” he says.

Gojo scoffs, but he understands. Ruts can get like that too.

“Well, I’m telling you right now, I’m staying here for as long as you’ll have me,” Gojo declares, cupping Geto’s cheeks again. “You’ll never have to deal with another heat alone again, not if I can help it.”

Gojo pauses, uncertainty flashing across his features.

"If- if that's what you want."

Geto stares down at Gojo with a twinkle in his eyes.

Gojo thinks he’s never looked so beautiful.

Without repyling, Geto surges forward and kisses Gojo’s soft lips, pressing down for a long moment before parting.

But Gojo doesn’t let him go far. The alpha guides Geto down into a second kiss, then a third, and a fourth-

Geto hums in approval, feeling like the luckiest omega in the world with such a strong and caring alpha underneath him, providing kiss after kiss. 

Gojo’s eyes have slipped shut, allowing Geto to control the kiss. A swipe of the omega’s tongue and Gojo is opening his mouth, moaning when Geto boldly licks in.

Their combined pheromones swirl in the air, clogging the room with their scents. They keep kissing, bruising their lips and working their jaws until they’re sore. 

A new energy spreads from their lips all the way to the tips of their toes, and they begin to paw at each other under the covers. 

In the next hour, Geto’s heat officially escalates for the first time.

[latherinhoney]

Watching

(ricky & jiwoong - zb1)

genre: non-idol au

description: you catch two guys staring at you the whole night, why not have a little fun?

word count: 1.9k

warnings: eating out, blowjob, nipple sucking, fingering, cum eating, riding, creampie, reader is tipsy, everything is consentual, not proofread

a/n: hello everyone! I have not posted in idk how long 😭 but I got the urge to write a fanfic probably bc I'm procrastinating on finals but I hope you all enjoy this is VERY self-indulgent lmao but I hope you all enjoy

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You drank a little more then what you had bargained for at the club. Stumbling a bit and feeling your body start to warm up. The alcohol making you feel warm and fuzzy and giving you liquid courage. Pretending to pull on the hem of your dress attempting to look distracted, you look over to check if they’re still staring. Sure enough they still are.

The two guys who had been staring you down the whole night. Your eyes glancing over over to accidentally meet theirs. They had been staring you down the whole night, a look of lust lingering in their eyes. As if they we’re just waiting for the moment you would flag them over to you.

Though you couldn’t deny that men were very attractive, they looked like models that had just walked out of a magazine cover. You noticed as they kept leaning into each other to whisper something into the other person's ear. To which they would glance over at you making sure you made eye contact.

Jiwoong had a bulkier build with perfectly styled hair and a smile you couldn't deny. On the other hand Ricky had a slimmer build though slightly taller than Jiwoong but carried a more serious expression.

After finishing fidgeting with the hem of your dress and realizing that they're still looking over, you feel all the blood rush to your face. You curse knowing that they're essentially waiting for you to call them over but can't bring yourself to do it. It felt wrong but the alcohol in your system had you second guessing. You go up to the bartender and ask for another shot, looking over your shoulder and sure enough they're still staring.

Once placing the shot in front of you, immediately you chug it down, wincing at the taste and burning feeling down your throat. Taking a deep breath you turn around and instantly your eyes meet. The look in their eyes turning from lust into hunger. You motion over with your eyes, pointing into the direction of the bathroom and start walking over.

Almost as if you were going to disappear right in front of them, the men quickly rush over to the bathroom right behind you. You can see them taking a quick glance to make sure no one's watching them and follow you rapidly into the bathroom. You feel heat overtake your face as you head for the last stall and hear them right behind you.

You turn around and see them locking the stall door and staring you hard up and down. Taking in the sight of you, as they slightly bite their lip.

“Fuck, I'd been waiting for you to call us over” grunts the man with a broader build.

“Can you at least tell me your names, so I can at least know what names I should be moaning?” you ask.

The man with the slimmer build chuckles

“ I'm Ricky and he's Jiwoong” he says pointing to himself then the other man.

“But I'm not here for introductions, I just wanna see what's under that dress” he motions walking over to you.

Ricky sits you down, as you can feel the heat start creeping up your face and pussy. He starts to slip the top part of your dress down, fidgeting with the buttons. Once done he slips it down slowly taking in every inch of you before your boobs bounce out. Sucking in his lip as he sticks his hand out to grab onto one of them.

You can't help but moan at the feeling of him slowly starting to massage your breasts.

“Shhh” Ricky puts a finger over his mouth “someone might hear us”.

He continues to massage your breasts, running his thumb over your nipple. One of your most sensitive areas you could almost feel yourself coming from it alone. Squirming around from the sensation your pussy was begging to be touched.

Noticing Jiwoong squats down and runs a finger over the cloth of your underwear. Barely managing to hold your moan in, he laughs and continues to run his finger up and down your slit. Eventually causing your underwear to be soaked.

“Does baby need me that bad?” He cooes has he starts rubbing his finger over your clit. You feel your twitch from the sensation wanting to move away but him holding a tight grip on your thighs.

Letting a small whisper pleading for him to fully touch you, he finally stops and pulls your underwear to the side.

“Fuck you have such a pretty pussy” he groans as he sticks his tongue out and licks your slit. Your body burning with lust and need, you beg him to keep going.

“ Such a needy baby” he chuckles and continues licking up and down your slit. Sticking his tongue into your hole and starting to tongue fuck you. You can feel your body burning, becoming increasingly hotter by the second.

Ricky continues to rub on your nipples and watch you squirm under Jiwoong’s grip. Lowering his head down, he takes a nipple into his mouth starting to suck on it. Causing you to arch your back at the feeling of overwhelming pleasure. He feels pleased with himself knowing your struggling to keep yourself together.

Taking turns alternating between sucking each nipple, he watches as Jiwoong eats you out with no mercy. Jiwoong sucking harshly on your clit then switching to licking up and down has your brain short-circuiting. He smiles as he continues licking up and down your slit knowing you're close.

Between Ricky sucking on your nipples and Jiwoong eating you out, you knew you weren't gonna last much longer. Your thighs we're pressing into the sides of Jiwoong's head as he continued to swirl his tongue around your clit. You could feel the knot building in your stomach getting increasingly tighter and tighter.

Feeling the pressure of your thighs Jiwoong knew you were close, he was practically drowning with how wet you were. Slipping his fingers into you, he starts pumping in and out.

“Come on baby cum for me, cum onto my face” he moans into your pussy eating you at a feverish pace

The feeling in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter until you feel it snap.

“Fuck, i'm cu-cumming” you stutter as you continue to ride out your high on Jiwoong's face.

Slurping up all your juices, Jiwoong continues to eat you until you beg for him to stop.

“Fuck, taste so good” he moans continuing to suck “such a good girl”

“Please” you beg for him to stop. Body too limp to fight him off. Giving you one last lick he pulls off and places a kiss on your lips.

“Taste so good baby” he smirks into the kiss.

Ricky pulls away from your nipples and you whine from loss of contact. He lets out a slight laugh and looks at you in your fucked out state. Pussy swollen begging for more and nipples all puffy.

“My turn” Ricky says to Jiwoong and motions for him to help you get up. As Jiwoong helps you get up and steady your balance, Ricky sits down and begins to unzip his pants. Pulling down his boxers, his cock springs out. Stiff and already leaking pre-cum. When he was watching Jiwoong eat you out it was becoming increasingly hard for him to keep his composure.

The way he saw you clench around Jiwoong's tongue he could only imagine how you would feel on his cock. In your lulled out state you could only feel your pussy beg for more as Jiwoong helped stand up.

Your pussy clenching at the sight of Ricky pulling out his cock, begging to fuck yourself on it.

Ricky motions for Jiwoong to help bring you over.

“Sit her down slowly” Ricky tells Jiwoong “let her adjust first”

Jiwoong brings you over and helps you spread your legs apart to sit onto Ricky’s cock. Practically drooling at the thought of you finally being able to fuck yourself on his cock, you slowly start to sink yourself onto him. He was thicker than you expected, stretching your pussy out. Once finally on his cock, your body was pleasing to start moving up and down.

Ricky felt like the could come already with how hot and tight you felt. If this is how he felt already with you just barely past his tip he didn't know how long he'd be able to last. You felt like a vice on his cock once fully seated, he needed to start moving desperately.

Immediately he start pounding into you both of you letting out sighs of relief once you started feeling the friction. You felt so hot and warm, Ricky’s head was spinning and it was becoming hard for him to keep his sanity.

Jiwoong’s cock was pressing against the fabric of his jeans watching the both of you. Palming his cock through his jeans, he starts to unzip and pulls out his cock. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn't get any friction.

Getting fucked in your blissed out state, you feel something tap the side of your face and when you look you see it's Jiwoong motioning for you to open your mouth. Opening your mouth wide open, he sticks his cock in moaning at the feeling. As best as you can you grab him by the base and start rubbing up and down, licking his tip. Jiwoong grunts at the feeling, needing more.

He sticks his cock further down your throat causing you to choke but making him feel desperate. He continued to throat fuck you as he desperately needed to reach his high.

Ricky continued pounding into you, his cock rubbing over your g-spot again and again. You knew you weren't going to last much longer and glancing over at Ricky he wasn't going to either.

His head was spinning, body feeling feverish and the only thing on his mind was chasing his high and he could feel it approaching. The way you gripped onto his cock, getting tighter and tighter by the second he felt like he was going insane.

Jiwoong felt himself nearing as well, pulling out every few seconds to give you a breather and then going right back into it. The way your throat clenched around his cock only made him want to fuck into your mouth harder.

You felt overstimulated, getting fucked twice at one time but all of that was blocked out by the need to cum. The feeling that you had in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. Without warning, the knot in your stomach had finally snapped cumming all over Ricky's cock.

“So fucking tight, I can't take it” Ricky grits through his teeth as he continues fucking you through your high as he continues reaching his own.

The grip on his cock, becoming so tight and warm he gives his final thrusts before unloading into you.

“I'm cu-cumming” he moans as he continues fucking his load into you.

Overwhelmed by the fact that both of you had finally come, you weren't finished just yet as Jiwoong was still reaching his high.

Continuing to fuck into your face, you could see his face contort before finally cumming. One last sloppy thrust and he shot his load directly into your mouth, whimpering from the feeling. Pulling his cock out from your mouth, he leaned in to give you a kiss.

Pulling away he moaned at the sight of watching you swallow his load. Your body felt overwhelmed and extremely sensitive. You winced when Ricky lifted you up and pulled his cock out of you whining at the loss of contact. Sitting you back down on his lap again, his load slowly dripping out of you onto the floor.

“So…” Jiwoong sheepishly said “wanna go for round two back at our place?”

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✧Summary~Your teachers notice you’re a little off, so they help you relieve some stress so you can focus.

✧Warnings~ Fingering, they do it on a skimwing, size difference, dom!neytiri, dom!ronal, sub!reader, threesome(FFF), teasing, slight edging and overstim, age difference(but they’re all of age.) and I think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy love<33

✧Translations~ Numey:student, Yawntu: loved one, lover, beloved person, Yawne:Beloved, Tìyawn:love

It was almost eclipse, and both Ronal and neytiri were still training with you diligently. Your mind starts to wander though, slowly trailing towards thoughts of Ronal sliding her hand up and down your body while the other trails between your legs,pushing her finger against- “Numey!, are you listening?” Ronal says sternly, getting your attention immediately.

Your whole body goes stiff at the sound of her voice, neck snapping in the direction of it. “Yes! Yes, I’m sorry. You were talking about how you make the salve right?” You ask, trying to save your ass before they lecture you.

Neytiri sighs, putting down the bowl of herbs she had in her arms. “No, yawntu..we were showing you what you do after you apply the salve on a wound.” The name she calls you makes your heart race, but it doesn’t stop your features from flushing in embarrassment,tail coiling around your leg for comfort.

You take a breath before speaking, hands instinctively tangling and fidgeting together. “I’m sorry. I’ll listen better this time I promise.” You say softly, glancing at the both of them quickly before looking back down at the half made salve below you.

They both look at each other before coming to a silent agreement, Neytiri walking over to you to sit down next to you, Ronal doing the same.

You shift in your spot uncomfortably, not knowing how to act with them sitting so close to you. “Tìyawn, we’re going to take a break for now. There’s no reason to keep going if you can’t focus.” Ronal states harshly, but it was the truth.

Neytiri places her hand on your thigh softly, caressing it back and forth. “Would you like to tell us what’s going on with you?” She asks genuinely, studying your expression intently.

You let out a shaky exhale at the question, making both of their expressions soften. “I’ve just been really stressed as of recently, and it’s hard for me to focus on anything with my schedule so full of important tasks and responsibilities. And it’s never bothered me as much as it does now and I don’t know why.” You ramble, playing with your hands the entire time.

They exchange a look over your head before standing up, signaling for you to do the same. Neytiri grabs your hand gently, pulling you into the direction Ronal was walking. “Come on yawne, we know exactly what you need.” She says with a teasing glint in her eye.

They take you to where all the skimwings were, Ronal mounts hers swiftly before offering you her hand for you to get on as well. You accept the it gratefully, using her hand as balance to get on the creature below you.

You don’t even notice the pair of hands on your hips until Ronal takes off, glancing behind you to see neytiri smirking down at you.

As you get further from the village, they trail their hands over your body more. Making your breathing get uneaven and nipples to harden against the soft feathers on your loincloth.

Neytiri lowers her head next to yours, placing a soft kiss at the back of your neck. A chill running down your spine at the soft touch. “You know yawntu, if you wanted some help so you could focus better..” she says calmly while trailing her hand to your inner thighs, rubbing small circles over your clothed clit. Making you gasp softly. “You could’ve just asked.” She pushes your tweng to the side before running her finger up and down your slit. Her voice was so smooth,angelic, and sensual and fuck did that make you wetter than you ever knew.

They both smirk at the change in your scent, making their touches turn into more firmer, teasing ones.

She pushes one of her fingers into you slowly, before pulling right back out and circling your clit in slow, precise, circles. You whine at the emptiness of her fingers before that’s silenced by Ronals soft, plush lips against yours.

She swallows every moan and whimper of yours greedily, trailing her hands to your breast to tug and pinch at the sensitive flesh however she wants. Making your pussy leak and clench around nothing pathetically. You move your hips into neytiris hand, trying to get her to where you need her most.

She laughs softly in your ear at this,placing a few kisses to your shoulder before nipping at it lightly. “If you want something yawne, be a good girl and ask for it.” She coos, nibbling at the sweet spot on your neck, making you arch your back into Ronals touch.

“Mm~..please, tiri…”

“Mhm, I still don’t know what you need sweetheart..” She teases, a smirk painting her face as you look at her with a pout on yours.

“I need your fingers inside of me tiri, please!” You huff, bucking your hips into her hand impatiently.

“Mhm..so needy, little one..” Ronal quips before taking your breast into her mouth, licking and biting on it greedily. Her attack on your sensitive flesh makes you gasp sharply before that turns into a loud moan at the feeling of neytiris finger plunging into your leaking cunt.

The squelching nosies that came from your cunt were loud. So loud that you know you should be ashamed of how much this whole thing turns you on, but yet all your focused on is the coil in your stomach getting tighter whenever she curls her finger against your sweet spot.

“What a dirty girl…so wet just because of her kayurus touching her a little bit? How awful..” neytiri hums, slowly adding another finger as she rambles. The stretch of her slender fingers makes your eyes roll back and mouth agape, reaching inside of you deeper than your own fingers ever could.

Ronal glances up at you, enjoying the blissful expression on your face. “Mhm just look at her tiri…I think she’s enjoying this a little too much..” she remarked, adding onto neytiris teasing.

The embarrassment you felt from their words makes you whine pathetically and hide your face against neytiris chest, but your body completely betrays you, your pussy throbs and clench’s around her fingers greedily whenever they talk. Making her giggle darkly. “Oh yawne, don’t hide from us..we know you want this. And this pretty body of yours reacts to us just how we want it to.” She coos, resting her chin on your shoulder as she increases her thrust and tightens the circles on your clit.

Your legs shake almost automatically after that, hands flying to both of theirs to ground yourself. You bury your face into neytiri chest more, making Ronal growl angrily and your antics. Wrapping a hand around your jaw, she turns your face towards hers,looking into your eyes heatedly. “Don’t hide from us, Tìyawn. I want to see your face while tiri makes a mess of you.” She warns gently, echoing neytiris statement from earlier.

You nod your head at her lazily before letting out a yelp when neytiri adds another finger, the stretch making your coil get tighter. The loud squelching of your cunt and your moans becoming more frequent and longer was all they needed to know to figure out you were close, making both of them smirk at each other with the same cocky look in their eyes before they lick and suck on whatever part of your sensitive skin they see.

“Tiri!..I~mhm!..please!” You whine, sloppily moving your hips to the rhythm of her thrust. “Mhm what’s that baby? Wanna cum on my fingers?” Her voice dripping in lust. “Yes! Please..m’so close~..” you slur, drunk off of the pleasure they’re giving you.

Ronal wraps her hand around your throat, squeezing gently to get your attention. “So pretty when you beg tìyawn..and such a pretty little toy for us to use. Isn’t that right, tiri?” She taunts, neytiri hums in agreement, to focused on how tight your cunt was squeezing her fingers.

She kisses the top of your head before resting her own against it, her lips right next to your ear. “Go ahead pretty girl, cum on my fingers.” She orders lowly, and your body doesn’t deny her one bit. You come undone with loud moans and whimpers, little blubbers of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ leaving your plush lips.

Your body goes completely slack in Neytiris arms once your high is gone, making them both laugh softly.

“This definitely won’t be the last time we play with you, yawne.” Neytiri warns before kissing your lips lightly, Ronal doing the same before she turns back around on her skimwing to head back to the village.

A/N~ I don’t really like this, and ik it took me wayy to long to finally post it but I don’t know what to else I could do to fix it😭I definitely will be writing for the girls more tho bc I don’t see enough fics with them so lemme change that for my babies🥰..but I hope you guys enjoyed this and I hope it was worth the wait 🫶🏽 now I can finally start writing whatever I want!! Stay hydrated and safe bbys🩷

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 9)

Jacob Black x Vampire!Swan Reader

This has been in my drafts for over 2 years 😂Proceed with caution, steamy make out session and some blood drinking.

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It has been ten minutes…maybe more since Y/N was taken into the Cullen’s meeting room. It’s been radio silence, since Bella and Edward came back from their honeymoon. When Y/N does emerge, Jacob knows immediately, something is very wrong.

“Jacob,” she reaches a hand toward him. “Come with me?”

Jake moves to stand, twining their fingers and allowing the vampire to lead him out the front door, down to his bike. He leans against it, expectantly. “You gonna tell me what the hell’s going on?”

“Bella’s pregnant.”

“With what exactly?” Jacob grimaces.

“Carlisle isn’t sure, they’re…we’re trying to figure it out.”

“So make them take it out of her, he’s a doctor.”

“Jake,” Y/N shakes her head, “she doesn’t want it out.”

“What?”

“It’s her choice and I won’t take it from her.” She knows what it feels like.

“This is different.” This is fucked.

“She thinks Carlisle can turn her at the last minute.” Y/N fidgets with his fingers as she speaks.

“Can he?” The wolf clears his throat.

“It’s possible.”

“But not probable.”

“Baby,” Y/N frowns, “I don’t want to fight. I need you to help me, help her.”

Jacob sighs, “what can I do?”

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Charlie is not so easily swayed, he knows Y/N knows something. He watches his eldest daughter intently at breakfast.

Bella is sick with some kind of bug, currently recovering at a luxury facility in Sweden. Or so the story goes.

The sheriff eyes his oldest daughter over the morning paper.

Y/N catches him, meeting his eye with an awkward smile as she forces a spoonful of cereal into her mouth.

“When did we start lying to each other, kid?” Charlie asks.

“When it became necessary to keep you safe. I think it’s the same on your end.”

Charlie is taken aback by this. It’s the most honest answer he’s got from her in months. “If you’re in some kind of trouble, or Bella is-”

“It’s not the kind of trouble you can help me with.”

“Wish you’d at least talk to me about it.”

“I wish I could, Dad.” Y/N admits.

“But you can’t. For the sake of my safety?” He knows this game.

“All of ours.”

Charlie sighs. “Do you know anything else about Bella? How she’s doing?”

“I know she’s alright.” For now. “That’s all I know.”

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Days pass in a blur, Bella withering away as her belly grows.

“How’s dad?” She asks Y/N, curling both legs up under her, on the couch.

Y/N tosses her a blanket. “He’s alright. He misses you though.” She can’t imagine what he’ll be like when they actually…leave.

Bella nods. “How are you?”

“I’m ok.” Y/N lifts a shoulder. She has to be. “The baby could be here anytime now, I need to hunt so I’ll be gone for the day.”

“That’s fine.” Bella’s teeth chatter, she is so cold.

“I’ll leave Jacob with you, he can be your personal hot box.”

“N-no.” Bella forces out, “you don’t have to.”

“I’m not letting you suffer anymore than you already are, Bella.” Y/N mutters, bitterly.

Jacob is leaning against the doorframe, with his arms crossed, waiting for his queue.

Y/N makes her way over to him, feeling his arms encircle her waist, crushing her to him. She nuzzles into the crook of his neck. “Will you stay with her?”

“Yeah,” his words are lost in her hair.

She presses a kiss to his jugular.

“I would let you.” Jacob whispers, “if you want to try, so you don’t have to leave her like this.”

Y/N pulls back, searching his eyes. “No, Jake.” It’s come up before. Bite me.

“I’m not affected by your venom unless I’m already injured.”

“No.”

“It’s no different than you drinking from an animal. I heal fast, it won’t be an issue.”

Y/N opens her mouth to protest.

“I can feel you,” Jacob reminds her. “There’s nothing to feel bad or guilty about. I want you to.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N doesn’t want to further complicate their relationship.

He nods, “come on.” They find an unoccupied room in the Cullen’s home. Jacob flops down on their cream colored sofa, patting his lap.

Y/N eyes him, warily. Climbing to sit over top his thighs, facing him.

Jacob brushes Y/N’s hair over her shoulders and out of the way. Kissing her lips, her forehead, her nose, “bite me.”

She finds a spot on the side of his neck, peppering his beautiful skin with her kisses, breaking it with her teeth.

Jacob groans, turning his head to give her better access.

Y/N whimpers as his blood fills her mouth, trickling down to ease the burning in her throat.

“You’re ok.” He swallows and she feels it against her tongue. “I love you.”

Fuck. Y/N rolls her hips against his. “I love you.”

“I know,” he guides her back to the opening on his neck. His heart beats faster at the pull of her sucking swallows, he hopes she never stops. Jacob sighs contently as she takes her fill of him on the Cullen’s sitting room couch.

Her lips are on his, the moment she’s finished. His bitter blood in her mouth, it’s not as good as the animals she’s accustomed to feeding from. The only thing making the taste bearable is the knowledge that it’s his. Jacob’s blood fueling her, filling her. Belonging to him so wholly.

Jacob tastes the blood and kisses her anyway. The wound on his neck has already begun to heal, he pulls her closer. He never wants her to drink from anything but him again.

Perhaps it’s the imprint, or the reincarnation, maybe it’s just love. Whatever the culprit may be, they are in it now, too deep to ever surface.

Only one thing could steal them from revelry now. The sound of Bella’s tortured screams. The baby is coming.

Part 10

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-;༉‧₊˚✧  𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐝𝐨 𝐢?

⚡︎ pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader

⚡︎ summary: megumi doesn’t have crushes, he didn’t think he could have one. but he doesn’t think this feeling is normal.

⚡︎ warning: this is so fucking fluffy it’s sickening, “pretty”, “beautiful”, “gorgeous”, “stunning”, i told ya this was fluffy. 

⚡︎ word count: 4370

⚡︎ a/n: heyyyyyy guyssssss….. okay i know it’s been foreverary. i’m sorry. i got sick, had major tests, lost motivation, got sick again, still had a writer’s block, went on vacation, got sick AGAIN, and still had zero motivation. but alas, we are here. we have motivation. and we aren’t sick. I know i should’ve spent my summer writing, but i did not and school starts back up this month, so this is 1000% bad timing, but hey who cares. but yeah sorry i was away for four months. hopefully, i’m back this time. enjoy and happy reading <;33

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Despite the fact that he has a lot to say, Megumi Fushiguro is quiet. Very very quiet. It isn’t that he didn’t know what to say, he does. He just doesn’t feel like talking unless he absolutely has to. And even when he does speak he’s always so calm, his voice always sounding like he was bored, even if he isn’t.

But not with you.

Of course not with you.

He always engaged in the conversation when you were there. He actually sounded like he wanted to be there too. It was obvious that he only preferred the conversations you were in. He hadn’t even noticed this until it was pointed out to him. 

“Why do you only talk when Y/n’s around?” Nobara asked him once you had finally walked away. She was one of the first people to notice it. Two weeks ago when it almost seemed like the two of you were having your own conversation, even when the both of you were with other people.

Megumi looked at her confused. “What are you talking about?”, he turns away but Nobara follows him.

“You only ever talk when they’re around”

“That’s not true”

Nobara huffs, “That is true.”

Megumi rolls his eyes, “I’m talking to you now.” He says plainly.

“Yeah, but only because you have to. You actually want to talk to Y/n”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re being weird.”

This comment offends Nobara, “I’m not being weird! You’re being weird, Fushiguro!” She crosses her arms.

“Okay Nobara,” he says unphased by her comment.

After that day he really thought about it. Was he really like that? He knew he was quiet. He just assumed he was quiet with everyone. He would’ve noticed it by now, wouldn’t he? He would’ve caught on that he talks to you more, right? Why did he talk to you more?

Once he got to that question he rolled his eyes to himself. That’s the most simple answer. It’s because you and he had more in common. Why else would he talk to you more? That is the only answer, right?

Plus it makes more sense. He spoke to you more because the both of you have more in common. Which is why he didn’t notice before. Duh, obviously. No other reason.

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He hadn’t thought about it for a while. Not after he came to his conclusion. Not his conclusion, the conclusion. It was the last thing on his mind while he was walking to his room, fidgeting with the pen in his hand. 

No, of course not he’s not thinking about how comfortable he is when talking to you. How easy it feels to talk to someone he thinks is thinking the same thing as him. Cause that’s stupid. Why would he think that? 

He drops his pen thinking about it. He curses himself before crouching down to get it. When he puts his hand out another hand brushes his. Wait, what was that? He immediately pulls away and stands up. Once he’s up he realizes the person’s hand it belonged to was you. 

You looked up at him, still crouched down, and laughed a little before picking it up. “Sorry, Megumi. I didn’t mean to scare you” you say, offering the pen back.

What was that?

That thing that happened, what was that? He couldn’t explain it.

“I didn’t get scared. Thanks.” He takes the pen from your head. But his mind is so clouded.

What was that? That feeling when your hands touched. Something weird happened.

He was used to feeling something he couldn’t quite put his finger on whenever you accidentally touched each other. Or whenever either of you were close to one another, he got used to that feeling.

But this.

This was different. What was that? It was like, his stomach did something. Something it’s never done before.

You laugh lightly at him, “You alright? You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

That was a nice laugh he thought before he snapped out of his trance. Wait, you’re still here? “Uh, yeah. I’m alright. Just something weird happened.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Weird?”

“Yeah, weird. It’s probably nothing.”

“Are you sure? Seems like it’s bothering you.”

Megumi shakes his head, “it’s nothing. Thanks for picking up my pen”

You smile and nod as a quiet you’re welcome. You start the opposite way he was walking. “I’ll see you around, Fushiguro.”

Megumi looks back and smiles a bit, “see you around.”

You look back and give him the usual kind smile you always give him, before looking in the direction you were going. Megumi still looking at the direction you were leaving in.

“Whatcha smilin’ at?”

Megumi jumps and looks in the direction of the voice. He rolls his eyes once he sees it’s Gojo. “I’m not smiling.”

Satoru smiles, “So you weren’t just smiling at Y/n”. He points in your direction.

Megumi shakes his head no and shrugs. “Why would I be smiling?”

“You tell me,” Satoru says, walking away shortly after.

Why’s he acting weird? Scratch that, he’s always weird. Megumi shakes his thoughts and walks back to his room. Why has everything been weird lately? It’s starting to annoy him.

Once he relaxes on his bed he picks up one of the books he has lying around. While reading though, he can’t get that feeling out of his head. It wasn’t like he felt butterflies but it felt like something. He couldn’t explain. There has to be something for it. Some sort of word or phrase for it. It was like that one feeling he always felt around you was enhanced.

He hadn’t even asked himself why it happened. Why did it? There has to be a solution to this problem. Maybe it’s because he wasn’t expecting you. Yeah… that sounds right. He was too much in his thoughts, didn’t see you, and didn’t think you would be there to grab his pen. Duh.

Then why was he thinking about your laugh? To be fair, it was a cute laugh. But you always laugh cute so. How couldn’t he think of it? 

See? There are simple answers to these stupid questions he keeps asking himself. 

He’s too much in his mind, he needs to stop thinking about them. 

It’s not like he hasn’t time to think about anything anymore when the pink-haired boy bursts into his room. He groans but doesn’t object. He needs to get a few things off his mind anyway.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ｡･ ───

Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara were just talking to one another. Well, more like Nobara and Yuuji were talking to one another while Megumi just stood there and watched.

When Megumi glanced around, he noticed you talking to Panda and Maki. You looked pretty-- happy. Yes, pretty happy. It didn’t seem like you even noticed the rest of the students.

He hadn’t even noticed that Nobara had walked away until he saw her walking in your direction. When she had arrive you had that big smile and laughed at something she had said. Cute. 

“You’re staring again”

Megumi turned his head to face Yuji. “Staring? At who?”

“Y/n.” he smiles.

“I’m not staring at Y/n.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not doing this with you” Megumi rolls his eyes.

“But you have to” Yuji pouts at him.

“I don’t. I wasn’t looking at Y/n.”

“Then why were you looking over there?”

“Something caught my eye.”

“You mean, Y/n.” Yuji smiles, he knew he wasn’t wrong. But he knew Megumi would just deny it.

Megumi huffs “No, I mean something.”

“Well whether it was something or a special someone. Y/n’s looking at you.”

“They are?” Megumi looks up immediately. Yuji was right, you were looking at him.

Once both of you shared eye contact, you smiled a bit more but didn’t steer away. There goes that feeling again. You seem to giggle a bit before pointing down. He raises an eyebrow and looks down next to him. Yuji just looked at him with a big smile. Megumi rolls his eyes and turns back to you, but you weren’t looking anymore.

“Did you see that? They only looked away when you did. Bet that made butterflies in your stomach. Oh! Even better, it feel like your stomach was doing flips.”

That was it. His stomach felt like it was doing flips. That-- that’s perfect to call it. That’s what it’s been feeling like recently.

Meumi rolls his eyes, “shut up.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ｡･ ───

You and Megumi were sitting on some steps alone. It’s been a long time since the two of you have been together, just the two of you. So, he’s feeling a bit nervous, even when he’s not showing it.

Megumi had brought up a topic that he knew you really liked. A topic you knew a lot about.

And that’s when you went off. Like a complete switch from being so calm and comfortable. To be so excited to be talking about this topic and quick because there’s so much to talk about. 

He kinda found it cute. 

It was cute.

You were just rambling about something you really really liked. He didn’t dream of interrupting you, he didn’t want to. He just wanted to watch talk passionately about something you cared deeply out.

“Right?” You say, sounding out of breath.

Oh.

“Yeah, yeah. Right. I agree.” Megumi had no idea what he was agreeing to.

You laugh lightly at him. “You didn’t hear a word I said.”

“No, I did.” He lied, he was too busy admiring you to hear.

“You’re such a liar” You laugh. “I could’ve said anything and you would’ve just agreed to it.”

Megumi smiles at you, “Okay maybe I wasn’t listening to everything. You were just talking too fast, I couldn’t keep up. I’m sorry.”

You smile back at him, “It’s okay, I was speaking really fast”. He can’t believe you bought that. You look at your wrist and huff. “Great, I don’t have a hair tie.”

“Oh, I have one.” 

Megumi takes one off of his wrist and hands it to you. You just stare at him like he’s insane.

“What?”

“Why do you have a hair tie?”

Megumi shrugs, he knows why he has a hair tie. “I don’t know. Just had one on my wrist”

You take the hair tie from him and start putting your hair up. “Is this the one I told you to hold for me like two weeks ago?”

“No.”

Yes.

You smile softly at him, “You sure?”

“Yeah, why would I hold a hair tie for you from two weeks ago? That’s like, I really long time to have one. Especially since I don’t use one.”

You giggle at him, “Oh really? That’s a shame. I was just about to talk about how cute you would’ve been if you did keep it on you.”

Megumi’s face feels hot. Why does it feel hot? It only ever feels hot when it’s hot outside. It isn’t hot outside. Why does it feel hot? 

“Okay, maybe I did keep it on me just in case you or anyone else needed it. It’s a decent thing to do. It doesn’t-- it doesn’t mean anything” He says, his face feeling even hotter.

You giggle at him and smile as you look at him. “Are you blushing?”

Yes.

“No.”

He hears you giggle again, oh now those are butterflies in his stomach. “I’m not blushing.” He insists.

“You’re totally blushing”

“Am not. Why would I be blushing?”

“Because I indirectly called you cute”

Oh, now his face is even hotter. What is going on? Why is it doing that? Stop that.

“So? That doesn’t mean I’m blushing.”

“But it means it’s making you blush.”

Megumi rolls his eyes, and you laugh at him. 

“I’ve never seen you blush before.” You tell him, a light laugh still in your voice.

“That’s because I never blush” he grumbles.

You smile softly at him, “Sure. Well, the ‘not-blush’ on your face looks really handsome on you.”

What.

“What?”

“Y/n!” A new voice is heard. When the both of you look over you see Maki waving you over. You look back to Megumi and smile again, rising from the stairs. “I’ll see you later Megumi,” you say before walking away.

What did you just say? You just say that and then walk away? That’s not fair. You can’t do that. Now he’s blushing more. This-- this isn’t fair.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ｡･ ───

Megumi’s in his room, reading now. But you literally called him cute and handsome. In a span of 5 minutes. On the same day.

And you didn’t even seem phased by it. Like you said it was so causally and like it was normal. 

How was he not gonna blush? It was cute.

He puts his book down. Now that he thinks about it. From everything he’s read, heard, or seen. Is he, crushing on you?

No.

No.

Cause if he was he would like… know, right?

Like he would know he has a crush on you. That’s like the whole point. He’s supposed to know he has a crush on you. 

Then why doesn’t he?

Well, there’s a simple explanation, he doesn’t really crush on people. He doesn’t pay people mind that much to actually have a crush on them. It isn’t his thing.

Maybe, it’s his thing now. Could it be? With everything happening. Talking more around you, his stomach flipping when you’ve touched, liking the sound of your laugh, smiling at you, staring at you, admiring the way you ramble about something you’re interested in, having a hair tie for you, and now blushing around you.

Could he have a crush on you…?

Megumi shakes his head and the thoughts away. There’s no way. No. He’s just, going through a phase, it’ll go away.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *. ☽ .* :☆ﾟ｡･ ───

It didn’t.

If anything it got worse. Megumi’s now paying attention to the little things. The little things he’s starting to enjoy more and more. Like the way, you run your fingers through your hair. Or the way you scrunch your nose when you smile sometimes. Or the way you fidget with your necklace when he compliments you. Or the way you look away before you try not to laugh at something.

But this doesn’t mean he likes you. Nah.

This just means he finds you… interesting?

Yes! That’s it.

He finds you interesting, that’s all. 

“Oh look! I think this fits here” You say, putting a puzzle piece in. Looking at him and smiling.

“You’ve always been better at this than me” 

You laugh a little at his comment. The two of you are used to doing puzzles together. Granted, you only do it when you’re bored out of your mind. But either way, both you and Megumi actually kinda like this activity. The quiet music in the back just adds to the comfortable atmosphere.

But when you both started doing puzzles, you insisted on making it a challenge to see who can put the most pieces on the board. The both of you did the edges together, that was the safety round. But once the edge was done everything was fair game.

You actually started to get quite good at doing puzzles too. You were winning more of the challenges than Megumi was. He would always get you some sort of snack after as well because you won. Even when you rejected it, he always got you a prize. Even when you did win, he obviously didn’t mind. Seeing you happy and smiling at the expense of his failure sat well with him. 

There were times when Megumi would put the most pieces down and win. But he would still always get you the small snack prize. Using the excuse of “you tried your best” to give it to you.

“That’s not true. You’re good at this” You reply to him with your usual soft smile. God, that smile.

Megumi just shrugged. “Maybe I’m good but that doesn’t mean you’re still not better at solving puzzles than I am.”

You don’t want to admit it to him but you are a little better than him. Just a little. You’ve convinced yourself at this point that he just lets you win. It just seems like he’s always wasting time not trying to put the pieces together but getting distracted by looking at something. And Megumi rarely gets distracted. So that just means he lets you win. 

“That’s cause you don’t try hard enough,” You say, turning back to the puzzles.

“I try plenty enough”

“If you did, maybe you’d win more” You laugh a little at his expense. 

Megumi rolled his eyes with a small smile on his lips. You weren’t wrong. He never tried too much when doing puzzles with you. He doesn’t mean to. It just so happens he gets preoccupied with looking at you.

He can’t help it. I mean, look at you. Seeing you concentrate on something like a puzzle is a cute sight. Watching the gears in your head turn to try to solve something is nice. 

He’s starting to get what Yuji meant about him staring at you. He does like to look or stare at you. But like he’s convinced himself, he can’t help it. There isn’t a real possible answer.

Unless…

Now that you’re next to him. He’s really thinking about the idea of liking you.

It can’t be. He would have to know. Everyone knows when they like someone. That’s what people like the most about crushing on someone.

That would explain why he’s currently feeling all tingly or his stomach doing that weird thing. 

He doesn’t like you, does he? He would know.

It isn’t an impossible idea. I mean you’re- unbelievable. Looks and personality-wise. You’re beautiful, gorgeous even. You’re stunning. Plus you’re so easy to talk to. Like, he feels the most comfortable talking to you. It’d be easy for anyone to crush on you. He’s certain there are other people out there that are crushing on you. Other people out there that are would be more than lucky to be around you. Other people that want to be close to you.

He’s happy that he gets to the one close to you. Thankful that you choose him to be around. And although he’s a little shy about the idea, he’s excited to have a crush on-

Hold on a second.

What.

He couldn’t. That-- no. No way. Is he serious?

“I don’t like you, do I?”

“Excuse me?”

His eyes widen. Did he just say that out loud? That wasn’t meant to be said out loud. Wait you look angry. Oh my god did you think--

“Oh no no no no. Not like-- No I do like you. I just--”

“Are you sure? It seemed like you had to think about it.” You crossed your arms. Oh no. You didn’t believe him.

“No, I swear! I love being around you. I promise you. I do like you.”

“Then how come you had to question it?”

“No, I wasn’t--” he sighs. “I wasn’t questioning it like that. I was questioning it, in a different… Way”

You pause, now your thoughts are racing. A good different or a bad different? “What… kind of way?”

He rubs the back of his neck nervously. He couldn’t lie to you. He’s lied to you enough about little things. He can’t do that now. “Romantically?” he says, sounding more like a question.

There’s a pause in the room. A long pause. He thinks he blew it. He knows he blew it. You’re never gonna talk to him again.

“Romantically?” You ask quietly.

This is the end. This is the end of everything. Of the puzzle days. The hanging out together. The having a hair tie on his wrist. The blushing, stomach flipping, butterflies. All of those days. Gone. 

“Hey, look this piece goes here” Megumi trails off the topic, putting a piece on the puzzle. It fits perfectly.

You shake your head and gently take his hand and from the possible. “No, we’re talking about this. Now.” 

Megumi sighs and turns to you. He doesn’t want to ruin this. He would prefer if you brushed past it and acted like it never happened.

“What do you mean romantically, Megumi?”

He really didn’t want to do this. He’s never had to do this. “I’m trying to figure out if I like you or if I like like you.”

There goes that pause again. This silence is so loud. It’s deafening. Megumi’s body feels cold from how worried he is. “You’re trying to figure out if you have a crush on”

Megumi just nods in response. He doesn’t trust his voice to try not to sound too desperate. He looks down at the floor from the seat he’s in. he’s contemplating if he should just leave. Never leave his room again and just rot in his own embarrassment.

Then he hears your small quiet laughter. His head picks up. Great, now you’re laughing at him! Maybe you’re just laughing at how funny this situation is. You wouldn’t laugh at him… would you?

“Are you laughing at me?” He asks.

You continue to laugh and nod. 

Oh… that’s awesome. Wow, that’s so cool. Yeah, he’s gonna rot in his embarrassment now.

“I am laughing at you, but not for the way you think.”

Not for the way he thinks? He raises an eyebrow, confused.

“Megumi, I’ve been showing you I like you for months now. And you’re just here, in your head. Trying to figure out if you have a crush on me.” You laugh again. “It’s a bit funny.”

Wait… did he hear that properly? 

Megumi… showing… like you…. Months… head… figure out… crush--

He did hear it correctly!

“What do you mean you’ve been showing me you like me for months?”

You laugh. “You’re kidding. You haven’t noticed?” Megumi shook his head no in response. “Everyone has noticed. It was painfully obvious.”

“It was not.”

“It was.”

Megumi huffs. “No way it was obvious. That doesn’t make any sense. I would’ve noticed.”

“You were too busy in your thoughts. Maybe because you were trying to figure out if you like me or not” You laugh.

Megumi was silent. He didn’t know what to say. Was he too distracted with figuring out his own feelings to even realize how out and open you were with yours?  

“But let’s not talk about that, yet. Let’s talk about if you’ve figured out if you like me or not.”

“I haven’t. Not yet anyway. I’ve never really had crushes. This is all new to me.”

You smile softly at him, “That’s fine. We can figure it out together.”

“What if I don’t like you?” He didn’t even want to think of that outcome.

You sigh and run your fingers through your hair. “I’ll get over it and we’ll act like this never happened.”

Megumi smiled and nodded, “Alright. How do we find out?”

“Well, firstly. You have to be 100% honest.”

“Honest, got it.”

You smile, “Alright so. With you, I get butterflies in my stomach whenever you look me in the eye.”

“Like this?” He smiled.

You giggled and nodded, “Yeah exactly like that. Or I get super nervous when our arms touch.”

“You don’t seem to get nervous.”

“I’m a good actress.” You smile. “I also sometimes go out of my way to see you. Like I actually want to be around you.” 

Megumi blushes lightly but nods, “So what does all of that mean?”

“Those are a few signs that prove I have a crush on you or like you. So now you tell me how you feel, and we’ll figure it all out from there.”

Megumi nods and takes a deep breath. “Well… my stomach does this uh-- thing where it feels really weird. Like it flipped” he says sheepishly.

You giggle but nod, “That’s good. Anything else?”

He nods again. “Yeah, you know when you said you want to be around me? I feel the same way. I really want to be around you. Like a lot. And also, I think you’re really pretty. And cute. I like the way you laugh and smile as well. It’s really-- uhm. It’s really nice”

You and he match blushes. But Megumi doesn’t stop. “Yeah and like, sometimes I plan my conversations with you. Only sometimes though. Just because I don’t want to say the wrong things around you. I really like spending time and talking to you because I think I feel the most comfortable with you. Like it’s so easy to talk to you, it’s crazy. And you always make spending time with you a good time so. It’s no surprise why anyone wouldn’t want to hang out with you.”

“Yeah, you’re easy to talk to too.” You giggle.

Megumi sighs shortly, “Like that. That laugh you just did. I really like it. Or when you’re talking to anyone, you always sound like you know what you’re talking about. It’s nice to hear. Or when someone’s talking to you and you’re listening to them. You have this look that’s just. Captivating.”

There’s a long pause. You don’t need to say anything. You just smile at him, letting him process. He knew.

“So, I think I do like you.”

You laugh at him and nod. “Yeah, I think so too.”

Megumi blushes brightly, “Now what do we do?”

“Now we plan something. A date. How about Saturday, we go to the arcade. Together, obviously.” You give him a kind smile.

Is this really happening?

“Saturday. Yeah, that sounds-- cool.”

Is he actually going on a date with you on Saturday? And doing it so casually.

You smile, “Perfect.” You turn back to the puzzle. “Now, let me show you how much better I am than you are at completing puzzles.”

You pick a piece and place it to the piece he placed down not too long ago. The pieces fit perfectly together.

aaaaaaa! how cute was this?

[jynxpsiche]

Sweetener was soooooo cute!!!!! I loved it!!!!!! We need dad!Tangerine for real 😂

Like father, like son

💌. Summary: even if they are not related by blood, Tangerine and the baby are pretty similar…

or

…Tangerine and the baby being literally father and son.

💌. Warning: female reader, slight swearing. Personal headcanons. Quite short. English is not my first language! I don’t know many British slangs!

You would have never thought they would be so similar.

When Tangerine gets angry, his face assumes a grumpy expression, his eyebrows furrow and his mouth becomes a pout.

Indirectly the baby assumes the same exact expression.

It’s like they’re connected by a mental bond.

Lemons finds this particularity hilarious.

You are just confused.

🍊. “A’right mate, get fuckin’ lost.” he says, his face furrowing in irritation and anger.

Immediately, on the baby’s forehead some small wrinkles appear and his eyes angrily look at the stranger.

Lemon’s laugh echoes from behind them.

🍋. “I fuckin’ love it when they do that!”

Tangerine always tries to contain his anger and most of the times he fidgets with his rings or simply holds your hand and/or waist.

When uncomfortable the baby does quite the same thing, he grips your shirt tightly or hugs your neck when you pick him up.

They both love forehead kisses!!

Always asking for them!! At any fucking time!

🍓. “You two good?”

You ask when you spot both Tangerine and the baby on the bathroom’s doorstep.

🍊. “He wanted a goodnight kiss…”

🍓. “You don’t want one too?”

🍊. “No no I’m fine…a’right just one…”

Together they are a menace to society.

Nobody is safe around them.

Obviously Tangerine would come up with the worst idea ever and the baby, with his attitude, managed to back him up!

Even involuntarily!

Fucking. Ridiculous.

Both are drama queens.

If something doesn’t go as planned, we’ll be ready for a hell of a ride.

The baby in Tangerine’s arms gazed curiously at the toys displayed on the shop’s shelves.

One in particular catches his attention, but he doesn’t like the color. Tangerine clearly understands that.

🍊. “Is it possible to have this one in anotha color?”

“I’m sorry sir, but these are the only left.”

Don’t ask how, but the baby immediately understood what the employer said and he pouts and makes angered noises.

🍊. “The fuck ya mean you have only this? Fuckin’ unbelievable. Let’s leave this shit.”

Tangerine starts to walk away and the baby simply glares at the employer with a superior aura.

“I’m not payed enough for this…”

They match outfits!

Tangerine is always dressing the kid with clothes that matches his style and color.

Such divas.

Sometimes he even buys matching ties.

And even if Tangerine seems annoyed, he loves when you take pictures of them.

[1starqi]

So Let's Go See The Stars

genre: fluff, making you feel single

warnings: barely proofread, sappy, they kiss like twice

pairing: mark x reader

word count: 629

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Now Playing: So let's go see the stars

It’s a restless night under the clear, starry sky. After missing the rainstorm that blew through and hours of tossing and turning, you steal your resolve. You tiptoe around your room, grabbing your necessities. In your pockets are a strawberry chapstick, headphones, and your phone in its baby blue case. Around your waist is a lightweight raincoat that does little more than break the wind. You double-check for your glasses, finding them right where they’re supposed to be, perched upon your nose bridge.

You creep down the old, creaky, carpeted stairs that face your red front door and tentatively turn the golden knob. The floorboards creak beneath you, but your parents and siblings are far past asleep. You step out onto the dark street, lit by episodic lamps that cast a dim orange hue across the street.

You text the one person you wouldn’t mind not being left alone by.

<<can’t sleep, walking around>>

The gray icon of him typing back appears almost immediately despite the late hour.

<<i’ll be right there. our spot?>>

You type out on the keys, the Y, the E, and the S.

“Mark?” You call out softly into the dark where a figure, approximately his height approaches you. You know it’s him because of his stride and the visible white logo on his sneakers that reflects the minimal light from the street lamps above.

“I’m here.” His familiar voice comforts your brief uncertainty. You wordlessly meet him and start walking the direction he came with him. This isn’t routine, but your relationship grows stronger in each other's silent company. 

He puts a comforting arm around your shoulder as you lean into him, and you feel the occasional rub of your shoulder. He breaks the silence of the humid night. “I was hoping I could walk with you, even if just for a minute.” He confesses quietly. “This feels like a scene from a movie, right?” He’s referencing the faint stars that glimmer above your heads.

You think for a minute before deciding to tease. He doesn’t mind the silence. “I’ll be the smart, attractive, kind main character, and you’ll be…” You pretend to think, “My loyal best friend? My charming love interest?” This is your ulterior motive, flustering him.

“I could be.” You can hear his breath hitch in his chest from your proximity. “I don’t know if I exactly fit charming, but I could be your love interest.”

“Promise you’re serious?” You ask faintly.

“Serious as I can be.” He’s fidgeting with the sleeve of the wrinkled shirt you threw on before you left the house. A firefly blinks in front of you. It’s the first one of the summer.

“I’d let you be my love interest.” You tell him, burying yourself a little further in his side, waiting for his response.

“Would you let me kiss you?” His sentence is abrupt, but the answer comes easy to you.

He turns to face you, “Yes.” Your lips and his tenderly meet under the streetlamp, it’s slow and perfect. You hook your arms together behind his neck to pull him closer. He kisses you like you’re the only thing he’s ever missed, and maybe you are.

When your lips break through heavy breathing, you smile up at him and pull a case out of your pocket. 

“I have the perfect song for this.” You grin, and he takes a wireless bud in his hand and sticks it in his earring-clad ear. You put the other in yours and press play. 

“I didn’t know how much I missed you.” He mumbles against your lips as the first drum line hits. Void of word, you push your lips back into his

“Sunsets, it's full of dreams. 

So, let's go, see the stars right now.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ramble: it's a gorgeous rainy night and i was listening to bnd bc i looveee them (wish i could write for them but i just dk their personalities yet) and figured this is a good song for a songfic

[acotarharlot]

Surprises

Summery: Reader and Azriel find out they’re expecting.

~

It had been weeks by that point. You had been feeling nauseous and fatigued. Thinking the cause had been overworking and stress. Rebuilding the city and fixing what the war had damaged. Nothing was more important to you. Nearly losing everything that had ever mattered. The grip that Azriel had over you. You felt like you could never relax. Knowing how close, just how very close, everyone was to ceasing existence. Or just how badly the war could have gone. While everyone had come out, you still felt that loss. The loss of what could have been. It could be trauma, no matter. You wouldn’t allow yourself to come that close. That’s why you hadn’t shared any of what you had been going through.

Any smell of food you had loved, made you unfavourably Ill. And you had been exhausted. It had to of been the pressure and exertion. Everyone was coping like that though. You knew Rhysand was working double time, and same with the rest of the inner circle. Taking a break was not an option - knowing that someone else would have to pick up your slack. Azriel had gotten up early that morning just as he usually did. However you certainly were not a morning riser. And even more so not recently.

It wasn’t like a sickness you had had before. No sniffly nose, no cough. But you knew you needed to cut down somewhere, and training was the better option. Of course Az had something to say about it. You promised you would be back next week. You were just going to see Madja. Fingers crossed and praying, you had hoped she would have some magic tonic that would cure you. The idea of being the weaker link was enough to furrow your brows. The Shadowsinger had no idea of your struggles. You tried your best to block it from trailing down the bond. Just this week you had vomited a couple of times, thankful Az wasn’t there to witness. Not that you were embarrassed. But he had missions and If his head was in the wrong place, he was certain to get injured. And you hadn’t want to be the cause. Hoping you could have this figured out before he found out. While he was the most kind hearted and giving mate. He had a low self esteem. His childhood deeply affected how he processed and reacted in situations and you knew he would take it personally.

So you sat patiently, in the waiting room, of the best healer in all of velaris. You tried not to fidget, but you couldn’t help pick at the skin around your nails. Frankly you were nervous. Irrationalising the outcome of your visit. What if something really was wrong? How would you cope? Would she be able to help? So deep in thought about all of the horrible illness that you could potentially have, until your name was called. You realised it was your turn to go in. Stumbling a little you searched around the familiar room. She had a variety of subtle herbs and plants. Tonics and medicines. Finally settling on Madja’s face. Taking in her wrinkles and kind eyes, She smiles.

“What can I do for you today Y\N?” Madja could decipher the difference about you. You had a glow enthralling all of your features. Even your scent had started to alter.

Hesitantly you couldn’t help but look around the room, trying to find the right words to explain your situation.

Clearing your throat “I’ve been experiencing symptoms lately, one’s that are affecting my ability to do my job. I just feel so tired. And sick. I feel like I can’t keep anything down.” You exclaimed. You felt frustrated at your body.

Looking at her face you can’t help but be confused at her still smiling. Madja read your expression immediately. Which preempted her to explain.

“My dear, I think you’re pregnant”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks. You had clarity now over your symptoms, but the diagnosis came with it’s own set of new problems. Your mind was telling you this was a bad time but your heart was swelling with love. Your mother had been tender hearted, giving and nurturing. You wanted to be a mother like that. The issue was that it wasn’t just you who the decision came down to. Of course no matter what, you would be the parent any child deserved. Anxiety crippled your ability to think. You realised you hadn’t physically reacted to the discovery. Madja was still looking at you.

“I…i…” you stuttered. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Of course I’ll have to do some tests Y/N, but I’ve been around long enough to know a pregnant fae when I see one.”

Pregnant. That was the only word spinning through your mind. It had only taken another 15 minutes for Madja to complete her tests and confirm the diagnosis. Thanking her you bid your goodbye. As you were departing she grabbed your wrist, turning to her - she cut you off before any words of yours formed.

“A baby is a very special thing, do well to be happy. Once in a lifetime are we blessed with such pure things.” Nodding your head, you smiled.

Feeling thankful for the fresh air outside of the medical building. You hoped you hadn’t let any of your emotion betray you by shocking down the bond. You wanted to tell Azriel. As a couple you hadn’t ever discussed having a family before. He was your only family, and if he didn’t want this - with you. The hole forming in your heart was enough for you to understand what would happen. At first you were worried but the more you thought as you walked, about a baby. The more you wanted it. You had so much love to give. But Azriel had so many things, His job, our enemies. Just the thought of someone harming your baby made your skin brush cold. The risk was significant. The war made you realise how vulnerable you truely were, how hard you fought and still couldn’t protect the people closest to you. When Cas had been sliced open, Azriels wings wounded. Rhysand literally dying, just as Amren had sacrificed herself. That was what the future held for you. Of course you suffered greatly during the war, encountering your own set of injuries. If you had a child, you couldn’t be so reckless anymore. You weren’t sure if that’s the fate you wanted for a baby.

That’s if Azriel wanted to have a part in it.

Just the uncertainty of his reaction. You sat down on a park bench. How where you even going to tell him? You had to think of plan B. Not just yet you thought. You had to be fair and give him the choice.

Looking at all the people, you saw them laughing. Couples, friends, families. You wanted that. But was it selfish? Of course you didn’t plan to get pregnant. You had barley seen Az actually, for a while, only having been intimate a few times, about a month ago. Thinking back you hadn’t taken your pregnancy control tonic. Idiot you thought to yourself. It was your fault. Putting your head in your hands you started to cry. This was so confusing, how were you supposed to feel? Surely not like this?

You felt someone sit on the bench next to you, looking up you saw Azriel. As someone who usually held a plastid face, he was showing a lot of concern.

“What’s wrong Y/N? I felt your distress down the bond.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Stop with that, I’m always available to you. What happened?”

His hands were placed on your knee and back.

Taking a breath, now was not the time to be a coward. You would be okay.

“I haven’t been well lately.” You saw him frown.

Continuing on, “ So I saw Madja, and uh, I’m pregnant.” You felt his hand tighten on your knee and you assumed the worst. About to apologise again he pulled you into a bone crushing embrace. The tears started to slip again.

He kissed the back of your head.

He pulled away once he realised you had been gently crying.

“Are you not happy Y/N?”

Wiping away the wet drips on your face, you let out shaky exhale.

“I just didn’t- I wasn’t sure if you would want this. We’ve never spoken about this…possibility in life.”

“I want you, forever. And whatever you want. A baby, no baby. I know it’s new but we can manage. We always have.”

You tried to smile but you just felt emotional.

“Cmon, you look after me, a baby is nothing compared to what I put you through.” He gave you a grin. Seeing how jovial he was, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?”

“Y/N! I promise. I can’t even express how much I want this. A little you running around, what else could I ask for?”

Lifting your brow, “who says it won’t be a little you?”

He reached up to push a stray hair behind your ear “With any luck, I will have a beautiful, intelligent, compassionate, fiery, little girl, who is just like her mother. You couldn’t help but blush at the compliment.

Little did you both know that you would grow a mischievous little boy exactly like his father.

[alittlefanatic]

Hello! I had a pretty crappy day today…

I was wondering if I could get head canons for a wally x reader

where the reader gets scared of themselves when they’re mad so they start crying.. if thats okay?

I hope you had a great day! dont forget to drink water!!

My body is begging for water thank you for that, but yes sweetie I got you!! I don't like it when I get angry myself either, it's a distressing emotion for me, so I hope this brings you comfort!

Wally Darling x Reader who gets scared at themselves when Angry

🍎 Wally is very sympathetic and understanding toward the reader. Wally also gets very scared of themselves when angry, and he understands how distressing it is! Although in his case, Home is causing more of his emotional outburst, as Home controls him slightly. Wally first realized his own fear when he became very angry at Julie for spilling some paint, and lashed out at her, immediately regretting it afterward to the point he locked himself away. He didn't want that for you. 🍎 Whenever you get angry, Wally lets you get it all out. While he knows it's distressing, he also knows it's healthy to get your emotions out. Feeling your emotions doesn't make you a bad person. He helps keep you from doing anything rash, remaining very calm in those moments. 🍎 When the outburst finally calms down, and you start crying, he is IMMEDIATELY there to console you. He lets you know that he's not upset or hurt, you just had big emotions that needed to be let out and that's ok! He helps you to take deep breaths to try and calm yourself down, and when he feels your more calm, he asks you what you need at that moment 🍎 If you're ok with physical touch, Wally is right there, letting you hug him or hold his hand as you try to calm down. You can squeeze him as tight as you want and he won't mind, anything to calm you down! 🍎 If you aren't a fan of physical touch, he is still there anyways to calm you with his words. "Neighbor, you are more than ok. You have a right to get angry and frustrated. No one thinks ill of you for having emotions, you are still the most. Having emotions is what makes us alive! That's what makes us special. That's what makes you special. 🍎 He'll ask you if you need a friend or alone time when he believes you've completely calmed down. He still wants to respect your boundaries and if he is the one that made you upset to begin with, he wants to do his best to fix what made you upset. Romance Version

❤️ No matter where you are, Wally knows how exposing that feeling is, and will immediately pick you up and take you home, reassuring you along the way that you are not a burden or a bother. ❤️ He will grab your favorite snacks, a blanket, and maybe something to fidget with if you so desire. He will keep you on the couch, and listen to your vents, rebutting them with love and understanding. ❤️ "Neighbor, there's nothing you could do that would make me hate you. I understand how thoughts and feelings are, and I am the same way. I understand how you feel, truly I do. I know you would be here for me in those same moments. I promise you I'm never going to hate you or leave your side, you are too precious to me to lose, and I want you to know that." ❤️ He would give you a little kiss on the forehead and play with your hair until you are in a calm state. Then after that, would either ask you to paint with him as a calming exercise, or do something that you would want to do!

[mattmurdocksscars]

Flinch

So, I’ve had this written for like... two months? Three? I couldn’t ever decide if I wanted to post it but here we are. 

We all know how much Matt likes to touch his S/O’s neck. What would happen if that person had past trauma paired with that kind of action?

Warnings: Talk of past abuse/abusive relationships

Word Count: ~1300

Tag List: @budcooper @shakespeareanwannabe @aellynera  @peachy-aisha  @harleywaymustdie @enjoymyloves​ 

Deep down, you knew your boyfriend would never hurt you. Just the idea of Matt Murdock, attorney at law and night-time vigilante, purposefully hurting you was preposterous.

But even knowing that, you couldn’t help the way your body reacted.

It was just a normal morning. The two of you were at Nelson and Murdock, just joking around with Foggy and Karen. You can’t even remember what you said but Matt reaches over and puts his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing gently.

Your reaction is instantaneous and involuntary.

You flinch, hard, and Matt immediately lets you go as your heart rate spikes and adrenaline courses through your veins. Your body instinctively curls away from him as if expecting a blow and you squeeze your eyes shut.

It’s silent for several minutes, the blow your body is expecting never coming. Slowly, your eyes open and you take in the expression on everyone’s faces. Matt looks like you’ve just sucker punched him; one hand tentatively reached out for you. Foggy and Karen are both horror-struck as they watch. Your brain finally seems to catch up with what just happened, and you can’t help but to choke on a sob.

“Sweetheart, what-“

“I’m so sorry.”  You bolt. Your fight or flight instinct has kicked in and there’s nothing you can do to stop the way you need to escape. Matt makes a strangled noise and moves to follow you, only stopping at Foggy’s voice.

“Matt, wait. Let them go.” Matt whirls to face Foggy with a baffled and wounded look on his face.

“You don’t think I actually-“

“God, no. I know you would never. Whatever just happened though? We all know that was just instinctual. Give them some space. Let them calm down.” Matt wants to argue but he trusts Foggy, so he nods. Foggy walks over and gives Matt’s shoulder a squeeze.

“It’ll be okay, buddy.”

The rest of the day passes slowly. Matt finds himself constantly listening for you, hoping you’ll come back. Karen and Foggy do their best to keep him distracted but even they can’t deny that they’re worried. Matt goes over and over what happened, cursing his penchant for reaching for you without thinking. Truly though, how could he have known? You’d never once reacted that way to his touch before and he did his best to remind himself of that.

It’s just after 5, the three of them finishing up for the day when Matt finally hears your heartbeat coming closer. He’s immediately up and out of his chair, his head poking out of his office and his focus on the door. Your heartbeat is elevated and now that you’re closer, Matt can smell the stress on your body. His focus catches the attention of Foggy and Karen, who turn to him in confusion.

“Matt, what-“

“Shhh.” He hushes Karen instinctively, his full focus turned on you. He hears you climb the stairs and slowly make your way down the hall. You pause just outside of the door and it’s only as your silhouette comes into view through the window, that the other two realize what’s going on. The three of them hold their breath as you hesitate before finally opening the door and stepping inside. You don’t look at them yet, just turning and shutting the door behind you before locking it. You stay facing the door for several moments until you finally take a deep breath and turn to face your friends.

The silence drags on for several long minutes as you fidget. Matt can’t take it.

“Sweetheart… are you okay?” He wants to go to you, to pull you into his arms and assure himself that you’re not hurt. It takes every bit of control to keep him in place. You take a deep, shuddering breath before finally speaking.

“Before… before I came to Hell’s Kitchen, I had a boyfriend. He… wasn’t good to me.” You shivered as you started your story. You could see understanding dawning on all of their faces. You held up a hand as all three of them opened their mouths to say something.

“Please… I just need to get this out. I need… I need you guys to understand.” You looked between the three of them and waited until they all nodded. “I was with him for four years. He was nice in the beginning. Isn’t that how it always goes? But as time went on… he got more possessive and more aggressive. Eventually, I could only go places with him, see the people he wanted me to see. Anytime I did something he didn’t like, he’d hurt me. In one way or another. Obviously, he couldn’t do anything when we were in public so he… took to grabbing me by the back of the neck. It was his way of letting me know I was trouble.”

Matt couldn’t help the low growl that seethed out of him. That anyone had dared to treat you in such a way ate at him and the Devil in him wanted nothing more than to hunt down the man that had done this to you and make him pay. The softer side of him wanted to pull you into the safety of his arms and hold you, assure you that everything would be okay, and he would never let anyone hurt you like that again. But you were still standing so far from him and he would respect the distance you’d placed yourself at. The smile you sent his way was a sad, broken thing and his chest ached at how much he knew you were hurting right now.

“One night, I did something and set him off. He drug me home and… he beat me. Harder than he ever had before. He ended up leaving me on the floor of our apartment and as soon as he walked out of the door, I knew that he would likely kill me when he came back. So I… packed a bag and I ran. I emptied out the little bit of money I had left in my personal bank account and used it to get as far away from him as I could. I told no one where I was going. It wasn’t like I had any friends left; he’d made sure I was alone. I came here, because what better place to hide than a city with millions of people in it? I met you three a few weeks after I got settled and… well, you know the rest from there.” The room was silent as you finished, everyone taking in the information you had just dropped on them. Matt is the first to break the silence, stepping cautiously towards you.

“Can I touch you, sweetheart?” He asks gently. You hesitate before nodding slowly. Matt closes the rest of the distance between the two of you and gently pulls you into his arms. He holds you close to his chest and you clench your hands in his shirt.

“Matt, I need you to know that I know you would never hurt me.”

“Shh, sweetheart. I know.” He smooths a hand over your back and cups your head to his chest, swaying slowly. “I am so sorry that anyone would ever treat you like that. I hope you know you’re safe here. We’ll never let that man hurt you again.”

“Matt’s right.” Karen says, her and Foggy tentatively moving closer as well. You turn your head so you can watch their approach. Matt is loathe to let you go and so they simply stand beside the two of you, Karen setting a soothing hand on your shoulder.

“We’ve got your back. Karen and I might not be as scary as Mister Devil over here, but we’ll still keep you safe.” Foggy’s joke manages to pull a laugh from all of you and you feel some of the tension drain from you.

Standing there, with your lover’s arms around you and your best friends beside you, you feel the safest you’ve ever felt.

[fanfictiondreamscape]

“I’m Not Jealous, I Swear!”

Request: may i request a drabble with yuri plisetsky? reader is a skater from Japan, about the same skill level as him, and they're already in a relationship. can you do something with reader being jealous? i apologize my wording is terrible

Title: “I’m Not Jealous, I Swear!”

Genre: a lil mix of angsty, fluffy, and romantic (if you squint, in some cases). plus some tiny comedy cuz yoi antics- 

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky X GN!Reader

Notes: So, this was pushed back for the longest time, but it’s done now and I hope it’s to your liking! I apologize that it took me as long as it did to finish it, but college dealings, work, my birthday, and a ton of other personal crap came along and decided to knock me square on my ass. 

That said, it’s done now and ready to read! I really do hope you like it, and I also really appreciate the request itself! (And don’t worry about the wording, I understood it perfectly!)

Below the cut!

You and Yurio were connected at the hip when possible. 

Though you hailed from different countries, you both managed to convene and get to know each other over the years and the multiple competitions. Though you were both in the same age groups each time, you both never really interacted until the time Yuri had come from Russia. 

You and Yuuri were the only officially registered Japanese figure skaters, and you had seen the whole fiasco with Victor and Yuuri. The drunken dancing, the absolute lack of awareness for personal space, and the extreme secondhand embarassment. 

And the eye contact you made with the blonde Russian boy. 

The words that Yuuri spoke directly to the face of the renowned figure skater rang true, apparently. Especially when you were met with the face of said figure skater and Yuuri, red-faced. 

The rink was no different, as you were skating beside the taller silver-head and the raven-ette was stuck behind the walls. You shared a very surface level conversation with the world-renowned award winning figure skater, as well, but mostly kept to yourself until you left the rink. 

That is, until you went to see about going to the rink with the two the following morning. 

You dropped by the hot springs early in the morning, seeing as the sun had barely even started to rise yet. Dead tired, but determined, you met with Yuuri’s family and were provided a breakfast fit for a god by his mother. 

Footsteps were heard through the walls, and expecting no one else besides Victor or Yuuri himself, you kept eating. 

“You!” 

What. 

And the rest was history. 

Yurio and yourself never failed to appreciate and improve the others abilities throughout the experience of the two Russian skaters residing in your home. 

Even after he lost to Yuuri in the small competition that was held, you and Yuri made a promise to keep in contact. And keep in contact you did. 

Facetime calls, text messages, funny pictures from Instagram, and videos and songs for the upcoming Grand Prix resulted in the two of you developing a bond that people could only dream of finding in their life at any point. 

When you both finally met again, you being trailed by Victor and Yuuri (who also happened to be attached at the hip), you and Yuri immediately made a b-line for the other. 

Anyone around the two of you could clearly see (or at least confidently infer) that the two of you were dating. And dating you were.

As soon as competitions and practices were done for the day, you and Yurio agreed to meet up at a popular restaurant. Upon hearing of the plan, Victor had decided to take Yuuri there and join you two. 

“Victor, I was kind of...well, hoping that Yurio and I could dine together. Alone. In peace.” You punctuated your words with sharp looks at the tall skater-turned-coach. 

“Of course, however-”

“No, Victor, I’m saying that Yuri and want to be alone. On a-” You gulped, this would be the first one you’ve had with him in months. 

Victor sent a knowing look your way, watching as your body tensed up. Fidgeting with your hands was all he needed to see to solidify what he was thinking. 

“Alright, alright! Yuuri and I will go someplace else, then, yeah?” And, alas, the plan was set.

You met with Yuri - or at least planned to - at 7 PM. Stood beside the door in your most flattering semi-formal wear and warm jacket, you pulled your phone out to text him. 

‘are you almost here?’

Exiting your messages, you slipped your phone into the pocket it resided in previously and wrapped your arms around yourself to keep your body as warm as you could in the winter weather. 

Yawning, you kept an eye out for your blonde boyfriend, watching the streetlights to see if his slight frame would pop out from the shadows. 

Peeking around a corner, you noticed him walking along the sidewalk, but he was accompanied by someone. Someone that was not you. Someone that was getting a little too touchy - something that both you and Yuri had to agree on. 

The girl had ears on her head, leading you to assume that she was one of his more forward fangirls. Practically hanging off his arm, she had hearts for eyes and Yuri looked like he was fighting the urge to throw up at the mere sight of her. 

By the time he was within earshot, you could hear her gushing about the area and the sights within it, which ones would be best for him to see, causing you to flare red. 

People around you would have seen steam bursting out of your ears if it were possible. 

“There you are! I was getting worried about you,” you shouted, speedwalking to meet the boy and the brat midway. “Did something happen?” 

Yuri sent a semi-panicked, semi-annoyed glance to the fan to his side. “Crossed paths with a fan on the way here.” His eye twitched as he ripped his arm from her grasp as easily as he could. “Sorry about that.” 

You, in a moment of impulse, grasped his arm and hugged him close to your body. “It’s all good, seeing as you’re okay, darling. Should we get a table now?” 

Yuri went red, as did the girl that trailed him, and you just snuggled yourself into his side. He blinked, lost, before stuttering out and low answer. “Yeah, sounds good.” 

The girl huffed and stormed off, glaring at you when she’d peer over her shoulder when sulking away. You just sent her a smug grin, mouthing the words ‘He’s mine’. 

It took him a solid ten minutes to regain his composure, which happened to hit him when the both of you were already seated in the restaurant. Your jacket was off, and you had your phone laid to the side of the table, waving your hands in his face. 

“Are you there?” 

Blinking himself to reality, he spoke. “What just happened?”

You raised an eyebrow, turning away and pursing your lips. “Nothing much. Scared your fan off for you, though.” 

You diverted your attention to a really attractive neon sign at the corner of the room and got flustered. Yuri narrowed his eyes. “Mhm, sure, of course. Totally weren’t jealous, were we? You just helped to get her off my back?” 

Your nose scrunched up. “Yes, that’s right. That’s why.” You crossed your arms and sat proudly in your seat, lips still pursed and attention still away from the blonde. 

“You know you always avoid eye contact and act all haughty when you lie, right?” His smirk burned itself into your memory and flashed behind your eyes despite the fact that you weren’t able to see it at the moment. 

“I- I do not.”

“That was another lie.” 

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“No, it wasn’t.” 

“Sure it wasn’t.”

The air around you two turned playful. 

With his voice dropped, Yuri leaned into you as you remained firm in your stance. “You also know that you are absolutely adorable when you’re flustered, too, right?” 

You deflated and, if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, the tips of your ears were starting to flush. “Here? Really?” Your eyes were wide. 

“Finally got your attention.” He smiled, small but meaningful, and continued. “You aren’t going to lose me to some shameless fan, okay? You’re my one and only, alright?” 

Nibbling your bottom lip, you nodded slightly. “I know, it’s just that she was getting handsy and it was getting late and you were getting uncomfortable....”

“That’s true, but that wasn’t why you cuddled me in street, was it?” he taunted, the tone of his voice light, airy, and teasing. 

“I swear, I wasn’t jealous!” 

“I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Anyway, what did you want to eat tonight? My treat.” 

[minjix]

trouble→ jj maybank x kook!reader

requested! Hey! Can i request for jj? I'm back to my jj era but there's so little fics of him, and most of them are smut, and i want some angst with fluff too ya know!!!!

Anyway, I'd like some season 1 vibes, so could we have kook!reader helping the pogues to steal that water drone thing (dont remember what that was) and she runs with jj when the dog follows them and then you get the rest

I really just need more jj 😭

summary: in which you’re a troubled kook.

a/n: i gotchu <333 also I made the group split up simply to get more jj x reader time :))) love this request btw <333

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse and criminal activity, also went of script cause this bitch was too lazy to pull up the actual scene :) also didn’t want to exaggerate the fluff, but I can easily write a part two if requested :)

masterlist:

You stood waiting by your car, waiting for the pogues to turn up. You had been relaxing at home when Kie had texted you, asking for a favor.

And out of boredom; you agreed.

So there you were, leaning on your car, waiting for the group to turn up, and they did with a pissed of JJ Maybank.

“What are they doing here?” He glared at you, his heated gaze locked onto yours. You knew who boy was, heck, everyone knew of him. He kept to his friend group and his dad was an abusive asshole.

You weren’t phased, being quite used to not being liked despite being a kook. You parents and teachers called you a troubled teenager, and you wholeheartedly agreed. You got into fights, and you were quite known for stealing shit and getting away with it, which why Kie needed you.

“Hello to you too, Maybank.” You smiled at him, taking step closer to the hesitant group.

“We need them.” Kie said, looking at the three unsatisfied boys. “They’re good at being sneaky.”

The blonde haired boy never took his eyes off you, “they’re a kook Kie.” He spat venomously.

You could take being disliked but being on display in front a group of people who hates you simply because of where you’re from made a lump grow in your throat.

You turned to Kie, fidgeting with your fingers, “maybe I should leave,” you trailed of, walking backwards to your car.

“No! We are going to do this,” she glared at her friends, “or I swear to god.”

Pope sighed and slapped Jj’s arm to get him to stop glaring at you. “Kie’s right man.”

And that’s how you found yourself trailing next to pissed of Maybank.

“Have I done something?” You hesitated to ask, the tension thick. He ignored you. You sighed. “Okay, look,” you grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Can you be more mature? I haven’t done shit to you or your friends,” you glared at him. He was quiet for a few seconds, and a sarcastic chuckle came from the blonde haired boy.

“You’re a kook, that’s enough reason for me.”

You snorted, a bit relieved actually. “That’s it?” A smile grew on your face. It made JJ confused. You continued, “it’s just, nobody really likes me, with reason of course, I’m an outcast I guess, and i thought it would be different when Kie needed my help, because I’m the last person people choose to trust.”

“Why?” He whispered his blue eyes softening after your rambling. You shrugged your shoulders. “I do shitty things, I steal and break things, I fight people when I’ve had too much to drink.”

The blonde haired boy laughed as you both started to walk slowly. “You’re a kook and you steal?”

You laughed yourself, “yeah, can’t help it.”

He gave you smile, “you sound like a pogue.”

That’s win, you thought to yourself. Your took a quick glance at his lips and immediately looking away, your face warm.

You laughed, “yeah, I guess that’s why the ‘kooks’ don’t like me.”

His smile was still present, growing more relaxed by the second, “welcome to our side.”

Not even a second later you both heard barking, ensued by Pope yelling out in fear. The blonde boy beside you immediately took of into a sprint with you running after.

You grabbed Maybank once again, almost letting go when your hand latched onto his instead of his forearm. And the dog made its appearance. It skidded around the corner, it’s eyes set on you and JJ.

“Shit!” You shrieked and pulled JJ away from the animal who’s drool was dripping onto the sandy ground.

It felt like you had been running for years when the blonde haired boy made you stop. He immediately pushed you towards a ladder, connected to a boat, urging you up first.

You both collapsed on the deck, breathing heavily all while the dog below kept barking. And then a man’s voice and you swore you heart leapt out of your chest in fear.

JJ heard your breathing quicken and slapped his hand over your mouth to both help and silence you.

“I know you’re there!” The man yelled over barking and you took it as a sign to remove JJ’s hand. “If I get arrested again, they’ll send me to juvenile detention” you eyes, wide with panic was stuck on his blue ones, less panicked as he thought of what to do. “Do you trust me?” He asked in a whisper.

Your face scrunched up involuntarily, “trust you? Dude, I barely know you.” He chuckled, nodded his head in agreement, “yeah, I know, but for now, do you trust me?” It was quiet as you thought it over. It was well know that JJ Maybank was loyal, no doubt about it. “Yeah, I trust you.”

He gave you a smile which turned forced as he stood up, his hand grasping yours, and you found yourself trying to force him back down before you realized that this was the moment where you put your trust in him.

You both stood, and JJ let you go to raise his hand in surrender. “I’m Luke’s kid!” The guard below became quiet as stared up at you two. “He said he’d beat me if I didn’t get shit for him. He’s still pissed that he got fired.” You stared at the boy beside, who’s hand once again connected with yours, giving a squeeze.

You watched as he sniffled and his eyes turning red. You found yourself frozen in shock. Kie never went into the reason of why she needed your help and you felt an ache in your chest when you thought about this being the reason. The tears that rushed down the flushed face of Maybank told no other story. He was being serious.

The security guard looked emotional too as he sighed, “it’s okay kid, come on down.” JJ helped you down, his hand immediately grasping yours while the other wiped the onslaught of tears rushing down his face. “Thank you,” He sniffled, your eyes now staring on the ground, not knowing what to do. You felt helpless and you hated it.

“Now leave.” JJ thanked the man once again and quickly dragged you away, still wiping his tears. And then he smiled.

“What the fuck.” He glanced your way, looking way too smug but the look in his eyes said something different. He wasn’t exaggerating.

“And that, Y/n is how you lie.” And despite the emotions rushing through your head in a dizzying pace, you found yourself smiling too.

You all gathered by Kie’ van, having successfully stolen the drone for whatever the group needed it for.

You stood, watching them as they all jumped into the van before JJ peaked his head out, “you coming?” He smiled at you, and you found yourself in the van with no questions asked, simply satisfied to be included even though you knew it was only for the moment, when they needed you.

JJ sat beside you with a grin, his hand once again making its way to interlace itself with yours, and you couldn’t help matching his grin.

“Wanna help us steal 400 million dollars?” The blonde boy asked with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“Seriously?” You look around to the van to see everyone nodding, “you may be a kook, but you’re trust worthy,” John B said and you watched as they all nodded along.

“Then, count me in.”