#it’s not even 8am and Cloud is Over It

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Fyrn’s favorite activity is making potions too lethal for non-paracausal beings and downing them with little hesitation

Home brewed queensfoil tincture is her favorite

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BIT BY BIT… 💭 anton lee socmed! au

pairing: college student! anton x campus crush! reader

genre: college! au, social media! au with written portions, slow burn, pining, strangers to friends to lovers.

series synopsis: in which the quiet girl in anton’s language class who seems to never sit with anyone catches his attention. anton makes it his mission to get closer to her bit by bit and break down her walls. the only issue? she’s the last to arrive and first to leave, never allowing anton the chance to approach her.

series masterlist | 08: triple dog dare

it had been two weeks since anton had run into you in the dorms, where you built up the courage to give him a friendly wave and in return, got back a blank stare. you thought it was weird but you didn’t dwell on it too much, forgetting about it after spending a few hours at your brother’s dorm, sharing snacks with him and his roommate, sungchan while sharing stories about how your first semester was.

on the other hand, anton could not stop thinking about that incident. he kept trying to convince himself that maybe you were just bringing food to one of your friends, and not a boyfriend. he would lay in bed at night, searching your name on every social media platform in hopes of finding your account to confirm his suspicions on whether you were single or not. unsurprisingly, he couldn’t find anything about you online. you and him had zero mutual friends and he only knew of your first name so the only way he could get ahold of your social media would be to ask you for it in person. anton didn’t know whether to give up or keep pining over you from afar but he decided that he would at least try to make conversation with you before the semester comes to an end.

he was currently running over to class, japanese 101 to be specific, when he saw a familiar bag with an orange cat keychain hanging from it, recognising it as yours. he had never been late enough to end up being in the hallways at the same time as you but he couldn’t find the right side of his sneakers, the reason being due to a half-asleep sohee accidentally leaving the dorm in mismatched shoes in his haste to make it for his 8am photography class. in addition to being late too, anton was wearing one white shoe and one black shoe, all thanks to his roommate.

anton remembered the second lesson where he made it seem like he didn’t want you to sit with him by putting his bag on the empty seat next to him. together with the incident in the dorms two weeks ago, he probably gave off the impression that he had something against you. in an attempt to change whatever view you had of him, anton mustered up all his courage and sped up until he was beside you.

you didn’t expect anyone else to be in the hallway at the same time as you, due to the fact that you were always late and showing up minutes after the class had already started. you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you and you turned your head only to be met by a nervous-looking anton waving to you.

“so you do know how to wave.” you jokingly teased, anton’s ears going bright red as he was about to start stuttering out an apology for that day but you stopped him before he could embarrass himself further. “i’m kidding! nice shoes you’re wearing today.” you gave him a small smile as you both entered the classroom, heading to your seats.

anton had only ever seen you smile once before, which was when you were talking about your beloved pet cat. anton felt giddy just from a 30 second interaction and he knew he would be on cloud nine for the rest of the week. “c’mon tell me! what were you two talking about? you talked to her, right? considering you both came in at the same time. i saw her smile at you!” he couldn’t even be annoyed by seunghan’s incessant questioning, simply choosing to ignore the other who was grabbing onto his arm and shaking him back and forth.

anton had spent majority of the lesson spaced out, barely writing down any notes and instead, spent the time doodling hearts in his notebook. the only time prof won caught his attention was when he announced the next assignment.

“i’ll be assigning everybody a project on japanese poems, your task is to analyse it and write a report on it. you’ll be working in pairs and before you ask, no you cannot choose your partner.”

with how well everything was going today, anton had his fingers and toes crossed that the stars in the universe would align and prof won would somehow read his mind and pair you and anton up together.

“i’ll be reading out the pairs now so do listen up carefully because i’m only going to say it once. jungwon and hanni. seunghan and chenle.”

“what? no!” seunghan whined, not wanting to be partnered up with the guy he sat next to for one day, that day being the first and last time he ever sat with chenle, who kept farting during the lesson. the chinese student turned around and gave seunghan a big smile, who in return could only muster out a half smile and give him a thumbs up. anton would have burst out laughing at how dejected his friend looked but currently he was too busy trying to communicate with prof won telepathically. me and y/n please please please please.

“anton and ricky. y/n and jayoon.”

anton let his head fall onto the desk with a soft thud, disappointed that staring straight at prof won didn’t help his chances to get paired up with you. now he had one more thing to worry about. he didn’t even know who ricky was. he only remembered that he was a foreign student from china and he showed up in a suit for the only two classes he bothered to attend.

while anton was going through the five stages of grief all at once, you didn’t actually mind your pairing. you weren’t close to yoon but you and her had short conversations sometimes, talking about how hard the homework was or how prof won’s bald spot seemed to be growing bigger. before the lesson ended, you handed your phone to her to get her to type her contact in. witnessing the sight as he was packing up, anton muttered, “that should be me…”

“yeah whatever at least you don’t have a fart machine as a partner.”

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the art of purrsuasion - y. jungwon

jungwon has the purrfect solution for your unfurtunate situation

PAIRING: non idol! y. jungwon x reader GENRE: university au , fluff, friends to lovers | WORDCOUNT: 3.9 k WARNINGS: mild language? nothing rlly

Birthday Café Event! 

Jungwon blinks at the sign hanging over the door to his favorite café, willing the mirage to change before his eyes. Not that it would do much considering the walls plastered with large posters of some k-pop idol in various poses, accompanied by balloons and streamers hanging obnoxiously from the ceiling. 

The once cozy shop, tucked away in a less traveled street near his classes, had become a constant in his weekly routine. He found comfort in the quaint tables, the soft notes of music and the aroma of fresh baked goods flooding his senses as he grinded through his work. And yet, the café was betraying him now, the bustling crowd of fans indicating that today, his favorite latte and croissant wouldn't be there to soothe the sting of a 5 page requirement. 

“Jungwon!” a voice calls in greeting, and he whips around to meet your eyes, catching your quickly falling expression as you take in the packed café. “Woah…what the hell is going on?”

You were another new constant in his life, ever since the first day of the semester. You had stumbled into class late, your hair whipping wildly around you as you quickly slid into the nearest available seat. Luckily for Jungwon, it just so happened to be the seat next to his own. He had slid his notes over to you, receiving a grateful beam in return that had his stomach churning and his cheeks heating. 

That same seat was occupied by you the next day, and the day after that, and the next. Until, sometime between the muffled snorts at your professor’s sad attempts at jokes and whispered, “what the fuck does that even mean’s, the pair of you had become friends. 

Jungwon was all for trying new things, but what he craved was stability, playing by the rules, routine. You were the opposite, a whirlwind of a person coming into his life with all the force of a hurricane.

Instead of putting up his walls to maintain some semblance of security, Jungwon found himself swept away by your gusts of change, and happily so. Where he once had to drag himself out of bed, fighting the urge to skip his 8am lecture, he now woke even before his alarm had a chance to ring. You were his new routine. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday he would rush to get to class to see you, and every Tuesday and Thursday he would count the minutes until he could see you again. 

In a stroke of genius and a slight desperation to see you more often, Jungwon had suggested study dates sessions. You had regarded him with a smile tugging at the corner of your lips and mirth dancing in your eyes. Heat had licked at the apples of his cheeks and he had begun to stutter out an excuse when you had cut him off “Yeah, I’d like that, text me when and where.”

And so, another piece of you slotted into Jungwon’s schedule, study sessions at the café whenever the two of you could squeeze one in. Maybe the two of you had slight ulterior motives but your grades weren’t complaining and you certainly weren't either. Jungwon much preferred your “dates” to class time. It was the only time he could listen to you freely ramble about everything, from your kitten Dalgona to your frustrations, without the sharp glare your professor was privy to shooting at him. 

Now, it's been a particularly challenging week, with never ending assignments, a frustrating project and a three hour long lab on top of it all. Jungwon really needs this. Jungwon really needs you. 

You can almost visualize a darkening cloud thundering over Jungwon’s head as he shoots daggers at the café. Letting out a laugh, you bump your hip against his to grab his attention, “Hey it’s alright, we can find somewhere else to study, no need to commit arson.” 

Jungwon tilts his head inquisitively, “Yeah, but where? They’re doing construction by the Library Annex and the Main Library is across campus. We don’t have many options besides the big cafes but those are just as busy.” 

“My dorm is like five minutes away and my roomie’s gone home for the week,” you offer, Jungwon’s eyes widening comically in response. “Unlessssss, you want to stay at this café? Who knows, maybe you’ll get scouted by some big shot k-pop company. Get some fans of your own,” you tease. 

Jungwon scoffs, pushing you lightly as his cheeks flush with color. “As if. Alright, if you’re sure it won’t be an inconvenience let’s go to yours.” Beaming in satisfaction, you tug at his hoodie sleeve, leading him towards the direction of your dorm. 

He admires you silently, the way your hair bounces slightly with each step and the swift glances you give when you think he’s not looking. As if you think he might get lost despite the firm grip you have on the fabric of his sleeve. For a second Jungwon considers shifting his arm slightly to just interlock his fingers with yours, but before he can, you’ve come to a halt, looking at him in horror. 

“Wait! I forgot all about your cat allergy, will you be okay with Dalgona there? Maybe we should just look for another place?” you ask, your eyes round with worry. Jungwon looks down at you, trying his best to stop from melting at your cute expression. 

He shakes his head softly in denial, “My allergy isn’t that severe, I think I can handle a couple hours. Plus I’ve been wanting to meet Dalgona for ages anyways.” Jungwon gestures for you to continue leading the way but you merely squint at him skeptically. Huffing in false exasperation he takes your hand in his, pulling you forward. “Come on, I’ll be fine. I mean it.” 

Your pupils dilate at the action, flickering to where your hands are now joined. A wave of embarrassment washes over Jungwon and he laughs awkwardly, hurriedly trying to release his hold on your hand. 

Before he can, you’ve already interlocked your fingers with his own, holding onto him firmly as you begin continuing your journey to your dorm. For a second, Jungwon allows himself to be tugged along like a rag doll after you. 

Even from behind he can see the slight blush on your ears and cheeks as you desperately try to maintain your composure. The wind tousles your hair gently, pushing the strands back to reveal your features illuminated softly by the sunlight. Jungwon feels as if the air has just been stolen out of his lungs and he thinks that if it meant he got to see this view, he would gladly follow you to the ends of the Earth. 

It's not until the pair of you have reached your building and are waiting for the elevator, hands still linked, that something odd occurs to Jungwon. Glancing at the receptionist across the lobby, he leans down to whisper into the shell of your ear. “Y/N,” you startle at the feeling of his breath against your skin, looking up at him inquisitively, “Aren’t pets prohibited in student housing? Unless it's a service animal.”

You glance worriedly at the receptionist, signaling to Jungwon to wait for your answer. The elevator door opens with a chime and you hurry in, pulling Jungwon with you. 

It's only when the door shuts securely that you begin whispering conspiratorially, “Ok, yes technically Dalgona isn't allowed to be here. But I'm working on getting him written off as an emotional support companion. You don't understand, I need him,” you pout at Jungwon pleadingly.

“Alright,” Jungwon chuckles, swinging your hands together as you exit the elevator, coming to a stop in front of your room, “It’s not like I was gonna report you, I just don't want you getting into any trouble with housing.”

“It should be fine honestly, Dalgona is a really sweet kitty, he doesn't get into much trouble. The only real issue is my RA Renjun,” you gesture at the floor monitor's door down the hall, fit with a shiny plaque and complaints box. “He’s really nice though, he’s just a bit of a stickler for the rules. Which is his whole job so I don’t really have much place to complain.” 

You come to a stop in front of your door, shifting to grab the keys from your bag. Jungwon reluctantly releases your hand and you finally fish out your keys, opening the door and leading him in. “He’s been pretty close to catching me, sometimes Dalgona meows really loudly near the door and Renjun knocks. I just act like I’m not here and he gives up. I’ve been avoiding him like the plague,” you giggle and Jungwon shakes his head in exasperation. 

Jungwon takes in his surroundings while you set down your bag and fiddle with your speaker until Wave to Earth plays quietly in the background. Your room is cute, a large bed equipped with a fluffy duvet and numerous plushies pushed to one corner, and walls and shelves littered with albums, trinkets and plants. On your pillow sits a small calico kitten, his stare trained on the unfamiliar figure in his territory. Suddenly Jungwon’s caught in an intense stare off, sharp green eyes meet rounded brown eyes, both unwilling to be the first to break away. 

The tension is shattered when you suddenly chuckle at the scene, “What are you two doing honestly,” you giggle, scooping up Dalgona into your arms. “I’ve always agreed you were cat-like Wonnie, but I didn’t expect to see this feline face off,” you walk over to Jungwon, lifting Dalgona slightly, “Say hi to Jungwon baby,” you coo softly. 

Jungwon offers his fingers for Dalgona to sniff and he does so tentatively, before deeming the new intruder acceptable and nuzzling into his palm. “He likes you!” you squeal happily, looking up to find Jungwon already looking at you with a soft smile. Suddenly you’re all too aware of the lack of distance between your faces, the way his broad stature looms over you and the way his eyes draw you in.

 Laughing nervously, you stumble back, nearly tripping on your rug as you try to regain some semblance of normalcy. “Woah, careful,” Jungwon steadies you, his hand resting against the small of your back. 

“Thanks,” you breathe out, Dalgona leaps out of your arms with a meow, affronted by your jolts. The movement snaps the two of you out of your daze and you clear your throat awkwardly and step away from him. “You wanna get started on the review outline?” You gather your laptop and notebooks, settling onto your bed and beckoning Jungwon to come join you. 

Jungwon nods stiffly, and sits gingerly at the edge of your bed despite there being ample space for him to scoot closer. It's silent, an uncomfortable tension that you’ve never experienced with him stifling the air. Jungwon leans in slightly from his position, struggling to read the notes on the screen and you meet eyes.

You're blinking owlishly at each other when suddenly you both break into laughter, Jungwon doubling over until he's laying flat on the bed, right next to you. “What's wrong with us today?” you wheeze, wiping a stray tear from the force of your laughs. 

“I have no clue,” Jungwon smiled sheepishly, “We’re just being a little silly, I don't know why it’s so awkward. Maybe it's the new setting that's throwing us off.” You roll back into your back, mimicking Jungwon’s position until you're looking back into his eyes.

“Yeah maybe it is, we really should get to working though, this assignment is gonna kill us if we push it off any longer,” you grumble shifting back to look at the papers. Jungwon nods in agreement, and this time the silence that settles is warm, accompanied only by the faint sounds of music and Dalgona playing with his toys. 

It's hours later and Jungwon’s eyes have started to sting, the letters and words all blurring together. He lets out a sigh, throwing his head back dramatically to rest against your shoulder. You look at him in amusement, knocking your head against his playfully, “Am I losing you to the deathly grips of literary analysis Wonnie?”

Jungwon only groans in response, burying his face deeper into the crook of your neck. Absentmindedly, he thinks that you smell good, warm and slightly sweet, nothing like the scents that usually overpower his sensitive nose. It's kind of intoxicating, like the smell of fresh baked treats at the café, and Jungwon finds himself inhaling you subconsciously.

“Jungwon… did you just sniff me?” 

He halts, a prickling heat crawling up his neck, “No?” Jungwon denies meekly, unwilling to lift his head up.

“Oh my god you were sniffing me!” you giggle gleefully, “I don't think you can get any closer to being an actual cat Won, what's next will you meow for me?” Jungwon releases a sound of indignation, backing to splutter a series of denials, when Dalgona starts meowing rather loudly near the door. 

Immediately you shoot up from the bed, “Baby! Please don’t.” You grab his favorite toy on the way picking him up and trying best to mollify whatever was bothering him. 

There's a loud knocking on the door. You freeze, looking in horror at Jungwon who stares back, equally helpless.

“Y/N! It's Renjun!” you scrunch your face in panic, cursing your luck. “Come on, Y/N you can’t act like you're not here this time, I literally just heard your voice in there. Open up or I’m going to have to get the building supervisor and really don’t want to have to do that.”

“Oh my god,” you whimper, quickly placing Dalgona in your bathroom, equipped with toys and a mat to hopefully keep him occupied while you figure out how to save your academic life. You shut the door as quietly as you can and Jungwon walks over, rubbing soothing circles into your hip. 

“Don’t worry we’ll come up with something,” Jungwon whispers comfortingly, but you’re not sure he believes it himself. You smooth your hair, plastering on your most disarming smile and swing the door open.

Renjun’s stood with his hand hovering over the air, clearly poised to knock again. “Heyyyyy Renjun Oppa, it's been a while. I never see you anymore, I almost thought you were avoiding me,” you say brightly, hoping he doesn't see right through your ploy. The hand Jungwon has still resting on your waist tightens just a fraction at your words, before returning again to its ministrations. 

“Uh huh I’m sure you did Y/N,” Renjun says dryly, “Can I come in, we need to talk.” Your smile stiffens but you simply nod, inviting him in. He walks in, giving Jungwon a nod in greeting, Renjun doesn't say anything but you don’t miss the way his eyes scour the place, looking for any sign of an prohibited presence. 

With a sigh he pivots and turns to you, “Look Y/N I’m sorry to do this when you have company but you know what this is about. I keep hearing meowing from your room and you know pets are against policy. As much as I want to make an exception for you, I can’t. I don't want to get you in any trouble but I will have to file an official report for this.”

Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes as you begin to plead with him, “Wait Renjun please I can explain-”

“It was me.”

Both you and Renjun turn in unison to look at Jungwon incredulously. His cheeks are slightly flushed but his brow is set with determination. “The meowing, it was me.”

“Jungwon, stop you don't have to do this-,” you start but he waves you off, stepping in front of Renjun.

“I, uh get compared to a cat a lot,” Jungwon gestures at his face shyly but Renjun only stares blankly in response. “So I kind of have this habit of meowing, and Y/N finds it cute so I was just doing it to impress her. She just didn't open the door for you before because she wanted to save me from the humiliation.”

At this point you’ve faded into the background, hand clamped in disbelief over your mouth as your eyes dart furiously back and forth between Renjun and Jungwon. 

Renjun narrows his eyes, assessing Jungwon fully.

“You do look like a cat, I'll give you that, but you truly honestly expect me to believe that all this time the meowing I've heard from this room has been you and Y/N doing some weird kinky furry shit.”

“I do not have a furry kink,” you protest fervently but are silenced by both guys shooting you a sharp glare, one that clearly says keep quiet. 

“It's really not a kink,” Jungwon mumbles before meeting Renjun’s eyes defiantly, “But yes, that's the truth.”

Renjun scoffs in disbelief at the situation, crossing his arms across his chest. “Alright then, prove it.”

“Okay come on, that's too far, Jungwon you don’t-”

“Alright I will,” Jungwon cuts you off brazenly, clearing his throat before releasing a set of meows that sound almost entirely too similar to your kitten’s. Your jaw unhinges and you let out a strangled noise, you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or coo at Jungwon. His cheeks are now a bright pink, his hands instinctively coming up to make a claws, his sweater forming cute paws to accompany the image. It's all too cute, and he's doing it all for you, if Renjun doesn’t kick you out first you think you might melt into a puddle on the dormitory floor. 

Renjun sighs, pinching his nose bridge before letting his hand drag down his face. “You know what I give up. I can’t afford to be sitting here dissecting whether you guys are actually furries or not. I have an exam coming. Y/N I don't want either of us getting in trouble so if you are hiding a pet, please resolve the issue, or at least find a way to be more discreet.”

You nod feverously, thanking Renjun for not filing a report and basically pushing him out the door. He’s just crossed the threshold when Dalgona lets out a very untimely meow from the bathroom. Renjun freezes, swiveling around to question you further but Jungwon quickly intercepts, “Just saying bye, Renjun hyung!” 

Renjun looks as if he’s aged 5 years by the end of your interaction and so he surrenders with a grimace, giving a half hearted wave and walking towards his room. Jungwon and you wait with air lodged in your throats, ears pressed against the wood door until you hear the faint creak and click of Renjun’s room closing with finality.

You face each other, giving a simultaneous cheer of celebration before you jump onto Jungwon. He accepts your hug with open arms, lifting you and spinning you around in utter delight. The rush of adrenaline settles into a lingering flutter, and Jungwon sways you gently from side to side in his embrace. 

You're still nuzzled into the soft fabric of his hoodie, when you mumble, “I can’t believe you actually did that. And that it worked. Yang Jungwon, I could quite literally kiss you right now.” 

“Maybe you should,” he whispers so faintly, that for a second you question whether you even heard it at all. It isn't until Jungwon’s hand finds your chin, tilting it up to face him and his thumb swipes gently against your parted lips that you realize it's real.

It's with baited breath that you wait, painstakingly, for Jungwon to make a move. “What do you think hm Y/N?” he asks you with a smirk settled onto his face, “Don’t I deserve a kiss baby?” Instead, Jungwon’s rolled the ball back into your court, the decision is yours to make, and there's really never been any other choice. Not with him. Not for you.

You lean in and he meets you halfway, nose brushing against your cheek as he presses a soft kiss against your lips. Jungwon pulls back to look at your expression, the way your breath is stuttered, your flushed cheeks and your widened pupils. 

“I’ve been wanting this for so long,” Jungwon mumbles against your lips, capturing them in a proper kiss. The phrase makes your head reel with thoughts, but it's too difficult to try and dissect what he means when his fingers are buried into your hair and he tastes so good on your tongue. 

You don't break away until your lungs are burning, parting with a gasp. For a moment you both stare at each other, watching the rise and fall of your chests, not sure what to make of what just occurred, not sure what comes after. Jungwon’s suddenly filled with humiliation at the memory of earlier and he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “I can’t believe it took me meowing to finally confess to you,” he whines softly.

You let out a sharp guffaw, the tremors of your giggles shaking Jungwon’s head. He turns to look at you from his position, pouting playfully at being the subject of your glee. “Was that really a confession, Wonnie? All you did was ask me for a kiss,” you tease as you brush his bangs away from his eyes. 

He takes your teasing challenge in stride, straightening to look at you properly, his hands resting on your hips. “I like you Y/N. A lot. You're all I think about and all I look forward to being with. You’ve completely wrecked my schedule, my life and my dignity. Not only have I meowed for you but I'd even go as far as to bark,” he jokes, pinching your waist as you swat at him playfully.

“I know you’ve already got your hands full with one kitty in your life,” Jungwon continues smiling fondly, “but if you’ll have me I’d love to be the second.”

Your face might split from the smile you give him, eyes curling up cutely into crescents. “I like you too, Yang Jungwon. A lot. Honestly, I don't even like coffee, so if I can bear drinking those nasty drinks for you, I definitely think I can handle another kitty. Especially one as cute as you.”

Jungwon beams at the compliment, grabbing your cheeks gently to peck your face all over, when a rather loud meow resonates from the bathroom. 

“Dalgona!” You gasp in panic, breaking away from Jungwon to gather your kitty, checking to make sure he’s okay. Jungwon leans against the door frame watching you coddle Dalgona, giving the feline the kisses that were supposed to be his. He scoffs at the smug look Dalgona shoots him at having received all your attention.

You look up at the sound, smiling at the envy painted so clearly on Jungwon’s face. Leaving Dalgona to roam on his own, you cup Jungwon’s cheeks allowing him to lean into your palm. “What’s it take for a guy to get some affection from his girl around here,” Jungwon sighs theatrically in false annoyance.

A laugh escapes you, and you tug Jungwon forward by the fabric of his jacket until he’s flush against your body, his lips a millimeter distance. “You’ll figure it out, I find you can be rather purrsuasive when you need to be.

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Sigh.... I'm a woman lover, but right now, I'm falling heels over head for a man. Also unfortunately this is very specific to me so I'll be writing- I know, I know, - Fem reader.

Fem!Reader x Toji (JJK) || NSFW || Warnings: daydreaming, Toji being himself, at least from what i know of him, grinding, riding, belly bulge, lowkey crack treated seriously, masturbation, secret phone masturbation ??,😨 getting caught and bottom reader (i know, who even am I?)

Fuck.

You check the time again: it's 12, and you haven't gotten up yet.

You're starving, you're dehydrated, and honestly, you've gotta piss, but the insistent throb of your clit and the nasty images your mind keeps conjuring up keeps you chained to the bed, an unwilling prisoner to your desires.

You flip over on your back, hands moving to hold your breasts as air rushes over your soaked cunt. Why him? Why did it have to be the most cruel, useless, broke and lazy man you know? Was there no one else? Were you really that desperate?

Another scene pops into mind. It's Toji holding your breasts. His weight holds you down as he grinds his cock up and down your pussy, agonizingly slow. He was teasing you, and his cocky smirk paired with that unwavering gaze proved it.

Your back arches, your clit getting particularly sensitive as he grinds down harder, pinching at your nipples to coax little sounds out of you. The flex of his abs as he rolls his hips proves hypnotic, and before even you know it you're begging him to put it in, to fuck you stupid and fill you up with his cum. But oh, he's deaf to your pleas, dragging orgasms out of you from his torturous humping alone.

"Ughhhh." You huff and turn on your side, feeling your stomach growl.

God, you wish he was deep in your stomach right now.

Fucking you from the side just like this, your leg over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his waist as you scream, eyes rolling to the whites as he abuses that sweet spot inside you.

You're so wet you can hear the squelch of it all when he thrusts inside. It's coating your stomach, your thighs, overflowing around his thick cock and leaving a lewd ring around it. You're gonna have to throw the sheets out. You've never been fucked this good in your life.

And he knows it.

He reminds you when he leans down to whisper in your ear, his right hand leaving your hip to hold your face, dragging a calloused thumb across your bottom lip. "See how perfectly it fits inside?" He says. "Do you feel it?"

And you cry as you let out a warbled, "Yes,"

"I don't think you do."

He removes your hand from the death grip it has on the sheets to your stomach, and, for fucks sake, this idiot wasn't lying;

You really were feeling it now.

With each mind numbing thrust, a bulge could be felt. It was him, stupidly deep inside of you, leaving his mark so that no matter who you take after him, you'll always remember this spot as his.

Your phone goes off, and you think you might cry. Lying butt-ass naked in bed, pussy overflowing onto the sheets, clit begging to be touched, even just a little bit– and somebody has the audacity to call you? Didn't they know you were busy getting dream fucked?

It takes a lot of willpower, but you answer it.

"[Name]."

Of all fucking people.

Toji's deep rumble rolled out of your phone speaker like incoming storm clouds. You could feel another gush of arousal pouring out of you, and a sickening idea crosses your mind.

Fortunately, he doesn't comment on it. "Just waking up at this hour? I thought Miss Goody Two-Shoes would be up at 8am on the dot getting shit done on a Saturday like this one."

"He- hello, cough, um." Oh my fuck did you just SAY cough?!

You sit up, back to the wall. Your head tilts up as your hand creeps down your skin, it's goal burning hot with desire.

"Shut the fuck up, Toji... What did you need? You don't... Call me, ever, actually." Focus. You just need to keep him talking. And try not to make it obvious you're riding your fingers.

There's a bit of silence from him, probably confusion at your airy tone and disconnected speech. Then, "Tsk. I can't call a dear work buddy on our day off? I thought maybe we could go out, get to know each other-"

The only thing you wanted to know is if fantasy lived up to reality, but you digress. "How much do you need?"

He chuckles, and you have to bite back a moan. You're three fingers deep and it's still not enough, but you can't risk going to get anything bigger. As wet as you are, he'd hear the sounds and clock your shit instantly.

"Straight to the point. I spent my cut from our last job on.... Well, I'm sure you can guess." You can basically hear him wink. Ugh, why him? "I'm not much in the mood for cup noodles today. Slide me a couple bucks?"

You place the phone between your cheek and shoulder so your other finger can show your clit the appreciation it deserves. Your fingers match each other's pace, and soon you're rutting into your hand like a proper bitch in heat as his voice fuels your movements.

You try to groan, but it sounds frighteningly like a moan. Probably because it was a moan, but, you digress.

"Is this good enough, [Name]?"

You slide from the wall to the bed, letting the phone fall next to your ear. You were so close, just a few more minutes, you just need to hear him say your name.

He chuckles, and in the back of your mind you think you hear yourself say his name.

You choke, both on your shock and the force of your orgasm. It shoots out of you in the form of squirt, soaking your bed and covering you in your own sinful fluids. Your fingers keep going, the pleasure as torturous as it is addictive.

"It was cute, hearing you try to hide your moans."

Your hips aren't your own– rather, they have a mind of their own, rutting into your hand as long as they please, regardless of how hard your legs twitch or how loud you cry.

And there he is, right in your ear, even better than you imagined.

With a gasp, your legs give out and finally, it's over.

Your vision is blurry, and for a few blessed moments, it's silent on both ends. Then, you hear him slurping a straw from a very obviously empty cup.

"That's worth a couple hundred at least, right?"

You sigh. Yeah. Yeah it was.

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A/N: I wrote this but I guessed his speech pattern solely off what I know about his character sooooo. I'll be back to see if I can improve. Otherwise! Bone apple teeth:D

Sigh. This isn't as good as my other writing, but it was made with both love AND cum, I promise.

[airandyeah]

By The Beach Merman Nanami X Reader pt.2

Read Part 1 here ?warnings?: general confusion for all parties, alcohol consumption, excessive use of prescribed medication, let me know if i missed anything?

Y/N's side/3rd person:

Waking up in the morning was always a hassle for Y/N, especially after it already took long enough to fall asleep. She couldn't sleep, those hazel eyes burned into the back of her eyelids every time she closed them. She got up at 8AM, at least according to the bedside clock. She got dressed in simple black shorts and a white tank top, bypassing shoes. As she walked into the kitchen she turned on some music... Heaven knows that I'm born too late For these ghosts that I chase With these dreams, I inflate, painted skies in my brain... King of The Clouds by Panic! At The Disco... What a silly little song. Y/N danced around the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and filling it with cereal to eat, but not before pouring a glass of whiskey and throwing in a hand full of her medication that's supposed to help her depression. She's also supposed to take it with water, but whatever... I don't trust anything Or anyone, below the sun And I don't feel anything At all Feelings are complicated, she decided that a long time ago. So why not take these pills and down these drinks? Why not just... remove the feelings? She closed her eyes and danced around the room... I'm king of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted She was leaning back so far she was about to fall over, getting lost, until that pair of hazel eyes appeared before her closed eyes, she opened them, but they were gone... It had to have been some sick hallucination right? Mermaids don't... exist. Yeah. They don't exist. She drops onto the couch. Imagination, take me somewhere I don't know I'm lost but I better find it alone King of the clouds, of the clouds I get lifted, I get lifted Soon she feels sleep creeping into her eyelids, her last thought is those hazel eyes and that blond hair... I keep searching Oh, I keep searching I keep searching..... ~~~ It was a few days later that she began walking the beach in search of any trace that the night happened. She had her headphones blasting... Just One Yesterday, by Fall Out Boy... Her feet padded through the sand, bare as she walked along the shore, her eyes glued to the line where the water met the sand. "I thought of angels choking on their halos Get them drunk on rose water See how dirty I can get them, pulling out their fragile teeth And clip their tiny wings" She sung the lyrics aloud as she searched. She had bypassed any alcohol when she decided to search. And even took her prescribed 2 pills a day with water in the morning, she was taking this seriously. She didn't want to be clinically insane. " Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name, it will be held against you Anything you say can and will be held against you So only say my name" She still remembered every detail... That blond hair, those hazel eyes.... That... that... fire orange colored fish tail.... "If heaven's grief brings hell's rain Then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) For just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) oh" She kept walking, and walking.... she new she was out of it, deep in depression and her own thoughts when it happened.... but she couldn't have walked this far right? " I want to teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way Still, I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday (I know I'm bad news) For just one yesterday (I saved it all for you) For just one yesterday" It was soon after she thought this that she noticed something brown near where high tide would've dragged something... She ran towards it and picked it up... "Letting people down is my thing, baby, find yourself a new gig This town ain't big enough for two of us I don't have the right name o-o-or the right looks But I have twice the he- Suddenly it was like the music stopped, like time itself stopped. In her hands was her old brown T-Shirt with a four leafed clover and a... blood stain. This was it. She used this shirt to treat him! It had really happened! ~~~ Thoughtsss?

[isolaradiale]

"The subject of humanity has been a hotly debated one for a long time, in fact. For example: Ofiuco is not "human" but she had developed "humanity". One doesn't simply need to be a human to exhibit it. So under what circumstances might that "humanity" be tested? Perhaps... an event that must be survived at all costs? And can this humanity be retained if one's container is changed?"

It finally seemed like the cold winter's grasp was finally beginning to loosen its hold over the city. How was it that an island that had to be so relatively close to the equator even experienced winter in the way that it did? A question that plenty had asked themselves who lived in the city and yet the only answer was just to not worry about an answer.

At the stroke of midnight on that Friday night things began to seem odd. Had a new chill set in? Things became very cold very quickly, with frost gathering on windows and a terrible blizzard raging. But to make matters worse? Power across the entire city flickered and immediately shut off and communications were powered down. It became concerning because how would they brave the cold if it continued? Maybe things would look better in the morning?

It might have. If the morning ever came.

6am came and went. Then 8am. And 10am. And while the blizzard had finally calmed and opened up the sky, the Northern Lights that had emerged merely continued to dance across the starry sky. The city was frozen over and blanketed in an excess of snow. Everyone's lives were clearly at risk.

CHOOSE ONE... A GUARDIAN.

Everyone's phones should have been drained of their power and yet a voice called out from the phone's speaker. The screen would flicker to life it taken out, and options were displayed. Creatures. Animals. Were these supposed to be the "Guardians"? What did they do? Could they help? Who had sent them? With little other option, many began to make their choices and were rewarded with a warmth that allowed them to go on.

But with time? More than mere warmth would be provided to them. Accepting the help of a Guardian came with an undisclosed cost.

How much of your humanity are you willing to shed to survive?

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BRR... WHAT'S GOING ON?

Haunted by an eternal night, the entire island has fallen to a deep, dangerous cold overnight while simultaneously being buried in a heavy snow. The city's power and communications systems have also gone down with no signs of being restored anytime soon, making things rather dicey since temperatures are dropping as low as -37F (-35C). Adding to all of this? Abilities don't seem to be working. Needless to say this is a matter of survival.

But the city and the surrounding branches have become a proper arctic biome. While powerless buildings still tower high above, wildlife typical of a frozen climate that couldn't have even existed before thrives. And the night sky is filled with stars and the Northern Lights when not covered with snowy clouds.

And so it's a good thing that a mysterious benefactor has prepared a way for the citizens to survive. Taking temporary control of the otherwise inactive cellphones, they offer the people a choice. Choose a Guardian. And beneath that text? A list of animals that thrive in cold climates.

Upon selecting one of these animals you'll receive a number of benefits:

the extreme cold feels significantly less taxing, making surviving easier

you'll be able to sense others who have chosen a guardian nearby, making it easier to find and collaborate with others

you'll be able to sense sources of food, although in some cases it will need to be hunted

This all sounds convenient. Maybe a little too convenient for there not to be a trade off and, typical of the antics of the Stars, there is. As the minutes, hours, and days tick on it becomes difficult to ignore the signs. Perhaps your ears become similar to those of the Guardian you have selected, or maybe you grow similar fur at first. But with time these traits spread and worsen. And some instincts begin to develop that could hardly be considered "human". Seemingly you have borrowed the power of your guardian...

...But at the risk of becoming the very same critter you've selected. Because what can survive better in the extreme cold than a creature who evolved to thrive within it?

FAQ

Which animals can be chosen for our characters? You can select any animal so long as they survive in cold climates normally! Things like arctic foxes, snowy owls, seals, whales, penguins... You aren't limited to mammals alone so long as you abide by that rule when picking them! However they must be real animals that actually exist, not things like dragons or yetis.

How quickly do the side effects occur? It's up to you! You could have them onset immediately, or have them develop gradually over the event's course. There's no timeline beyond what you personally would like to do with them!

Can we choose more than one animal? Can we switch them mid-event? You cannot select more than one animal at a time. However you can swap your Guardian one time during the event if you aren't feeling it, or if you want to try something else.

What if my animal is already not a human and aren't affected by the cold enough to select a Guardian? The cold is so deep that it should be enough to bring about substantial risk for most citizens even if they aren't made uncomfortable by the cold itself. Machine lifeforms would function less efficiently, and even the more adept to the cold might struggle with all of the snow. If you need a reason to make your character select one, you can always speak with some friends or contact the masterlist for an idea in a worst case!

Do I need to select a Guardian for event participation? You don't! You could have your character not pick one at all. That said, you could also have them pick one and not show any side effects, as...

What is the minimum and maximum amount of side effects we can inflict on our characters? As mentioned previously side effects aren't required and you could leave your character unaltered! On the opposite end, you could completely shift your character into their Guardian animal if you'd like. Anything in between is fine too, so go as little or as hard as you would like!

"Instincts" are also mentioned. What would those entail? Essentially these would be things that would make them act more like the animal they are becoming. Like burying food in the snow to keep it safe, or hunting using certain methods if their animal is a born hunter. Again, these are optional and you could shift your character into an animal's form while retaining their human sense.

So powers aren't working during this event? Nope! But any weapons your character has retained are still available!

Would characters who are non-biological in nature gradually become biological? That's up to you! If that's an angle you'd like to explore with your character becoming flesh and blood then feel free!

Will the event have a part 2? No! However we will be posting "weather events" over the event's course that will change the conditions in the city in extreme ways temporarily, be it a blizzard or an even deeper chill. It isn't necessary to acknowledge these if you don't want to though!

When does the event end? The event ends at 11:59:59PM on Friday, March 29th.

[satorisoup]

★ THE AFTER PARTY

⋆ 2 - REAL OR FAKE?

the clock ticks to 8am as you stare at the phone in your hand, disbelief clouding your senses while you read over the message for the nth time.

being a rather small creator, it’s taken you almost 2 years to build the following you have as of now. it seems almost bewildering that a band with such fame could of even come across your account in the first place, let alone message you, and you’re screenshotting the messages without so much as a second thought.

there’s a prickling feeling of excitement and wonder that courses through your stomach as you type out your message to the manager. to your surprise, you hear your phone ding with a reply about 2 minutes after you had pressed send.

<- PREV ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ->

★ FUN FACTS

⋆ suna isn’t necessarily broke, he just finds it amusing to provoke you when it comes to money.

⋆ osamu is more of a rational friend while suna and atsumu are more so the “troublemakers”.

⋆ TAGLIST

if your name is in bold, i can not tag you.

@bontensbabygirl @aichiomei @toomanygoldfish @withlovekiki @strwbrryeyes @lifesucksweswallow

[bigfootsmom]

Soft prompt, Buddie: coffee in bed

“Babe, you didn’t have to,” Eddie says, pushing himself upright in bed to sit against the headboard. He winces, ribs still stiff and aching. 

Buck smiles that warm smile of his that pulls the corner of his lips up into an adorable dimple that Eddie wants to press kisses to. 

“I know, but I wanted to.” He presses a steaming mug of coffee into Eddie’s waiting hands the same time he presses a kiss to Eddie’s temple. 

Eddie makes a noise in the back of his throat, turning his head into Buck’s kiss until it migrates to where Eddie wants it — against his lips. The quiet rasp of their stubble makes Eddie’s skin tingle and he presses forward, mindful to keep his mug upright. Buck laughs into the kiss, something clear and bright. It makes warmth bleed into Eddie’s chest and down to his toes like the coffee in his cup has somehow spilled into his veins. 

When Buck starts to pull away, Eddie makes a disgruntled noise in the back of his throat, freeing a hand to grab at the front of Buck’s shirt. 

“Hey— where are you going?” It’s only as Eddie asks the question that he realizes Buck is freshly showered and already dressed for the day. “Why are you dressed? I thought you were off today.” 

Buck looks down at himself, patting his hands over his chest like he forgot what he was wearing. When he looks up at Eddie, there’s an odd expression on his face, almost contrite. He scrubs a hand over his face and then it’s gone. Eddie blinks, trying to decipher what just happened. 

“I uh— I have to go grocery shopping.” Buck rubs at the back of his neck, avoiding Eddie’s gaze. 

Glancing at the clock on his bedside, Eddie scrunches his brows in confusion. “You have to go grocery shopping at 8am on a Tuesday?” 

“Yeah, I forgot to go after work and there’s nothing to eat in the fridge.” 

Eddie frowns, disappointed. He had been looking forward to having Buck all to himself this morning. There had even been the hope that he would be able to coax Buck into staying with him in bed. 

A pained expression crosses over Buck’s face as a begging tone creeps into his voice,  “Babe, please don’t pout.” 

Eddie huffs. He is not pouting, he’s not…he is, but that’s beside the point. He is injured and laid up in bed and his boyfriend who he has barely gotten the chance to see between his shifts is abandoning him for the grocery store. 

“I’ll be quick, I promise. Just the essentials!” 

Snorting, Eddie tries to hide his response in his mug of coffee as he takes a sip. All the years that Eddie has known Buck, he has never known him to be quick in the grocery store. 

“Buck, you don’t need to go grocery shopping right now, come back to bed— you look tired,” Eddie tries to reason with his boyfriend, a pang of concern lancing through his chest when he notices truly how exhausted Buck looks. 

There’s a tired slump to his shoulders and dark purple bruises stamped under each eye. Now that Eddie’s mind isn’t so clouded with the combination of pain and fatigue from his injury and pain medication, he can see that Buck has been running himself ragged. 

Sighing, Buck looks like he wants to argue, but he sinks down to sit on the edge of the mattress. His weight makes the mattress dip and gravity pulls Eddie towards him. 

“I didn’t make Chris any lunch,” Buck whispers to the floor, eyes trained on his feet and face grim like he’s admitting to a great sin.  

“What?” Eddie asks, confused. 

“We didn’t have any food in the fridge because I forgot to go shopping, so I couldn’t pack him lunch.” Buck still won’t look at Eddie. 

Eddie can’t figure out why Buck looks so guilt stricken over this. “Did you give him money for the school lunch?”

“Of course I did!” Buck sounds offended that Eddie would even suggest he didn’t.  

With a wince and a grunt, Eddie manages to stretch out enough to place his mug on the nightstand before he reaches out for Buck. “Baby, I don’t understand what the big deal is. You made sure Chris has food, that’s good.” 

“Yeah but— you always pack him a lunch. He was upset he didn’t have it today.” Buck twists his hands together. 

“Buck, one school lunch will not kill him, he’ll survive.” 

Biting his lip, Buck finally looks up at Eddie. “I know, but I still feel bad.” 

As much as Eddie can with his limited mobility, he pulls Buck in close to plant a kiss against the soft baby hairs at his temple. “I know you do, baby. But grocery shopping can wait.” 

Still chewing on his lip, Buck seems to have an internal battle with himself before he stands up from the bed. For a moment, Eddie feels hurt that Buck is still going to leave despite Eddie asking him to stay, but Buck just stands long enough to shimmy out of his jeans before he’s making his way around the bed to his side. 

Eddie lifts up the blankets and Buck easily slots himself into the space, one arm looping around Eddie’s waist as he shoves his face into his pillow. Eddie smiles, content to pet through Buck’s curls with the arm that doesn’t tug on his still healing ribs. A few moments pass in comfortable silence and Eddie is toying with the idea of trying to get some more sleep as well when next to him Buck sighs a big mournful sound.   

“Do you think Chris will stay mad at me?” Buck asks, looking up at Eddie with his big sad eyes. 

“...You might want to get those popsicles he likes when you go grocery shopping, later,” Eddie suggests, emphasizing that Buck should not immediately go fulfill the task. To get his point across he possessively curls a fist in Buck’s shirt to keep him from leaping out of bed like Eddie knows he wants to do. 

Christopher really has no idea how tightly he has Buck wound around his finger. It’s something that Eddie thinks maybe should be kept under wraps, or there’s going to be a lot of popsicles in their future. 

“Fine, I’ll go later,” Buck retorts, words already soft around the corners with sleep as he sags further against his pillow. Eddie thinks he’s fallen asleep, but Buck pipes up again, “Don’t forget your coffee— gonna get cold.” 

Eddie laughs, nothing more than a soft huff of air as he waits for what Buck has to say next. But the only thing that leaves his lips is a soft snore.

completed prompts can be found on ao3!

[miniwrites1]

Scared of the Past (Running From the Future) - Part 2

Words | 600 Warnings | None (yet) Pairings | Theo Nott x Reader | Neville Longbottom & Reader (Siblings) Link to PART 1

When the sunrise broke across the Scottish Highlands, you were already awake, barely able to sleep after speaking to Theo the night before. All of your emotions and thoughts were running wild.

‘I can’t lose you amore mio.’

You sat staring at the reddish hues that scattered the sky, anxiety flowing through your veins. None of your dorm mates were awake yet, blissfully unaware of the mental battle that you were having with yourself at that moment.

It felt like the weight of the world rested on your shoulders and you were powerless to stop its oncoming destruction.

You sighed a heavy sigh, slipping silently off of the window sill and returning to your bed where your trunk lay at the end. You dug through it, pulling out a pair of blue jeans and a yellow jumper. Quickly, you threw them on, thankful that it was a Saturday and you didn’t have to worry about classes for the day. You could just spend your day however you please.

As the clock chimed 8am, you slipped out of the Hufflepuff common room and headed to the great hall, hoping to get to breakfast early enough to avoid your brother.

As you entered the great hall, you were hit by the sweet-smelling pastries and fruit that adorned the tables. The smell made you want to vomit on its own, but you knew you needed to eat something.

You took a seat at the Hufflepuff table, keeping your head down and grabbing a couple of pastries and some fruit. You heard more students entering the hall as you ate, including the familiar voice of Theodore Nott. You couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at the sound of his voice, giving him a fleeting glance as he walked past you with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, one of which was a suspected death eater by most of the students. You knew the truth, Theo had told you about Draco’s affiliation with the Dark Lord.

You returned your gaze back to the food on your plate, deciding that you’d had enough. You grabbed the remaining pastry and a tissue, gently wrapping it up and placing it in your pocket, deciding to save it for later.

You stood from the table and made your way towards the exit of the great hall. As you pushed open the doors, you almost collided with someone coming the other way.

“Bloody hell (Y/N)!” Your brother, Neville jumped back with a start.

“Sorry Nev, didn’t see you.” You mumbled with a shrug, barely able to meet his gaze.

You stared at you, a slightly concerned expression flickering over his face. He started to speak but you’d quickly vanished into a crowd of students, wanting to avoid a conversation with him. You couldn’t bare to face him, with the thoughts of running clouding your mind. You knew he’d be disappointed, possibly even angry. He’d see it as a betrayal towards him, your parents, your house and the wizarding world that was fighting for peace.

You’d prided yourself on your loyalty and your moral compass, it was what had suited you to Hufflepuff so well. But the feelings of confliction, of doing what was right for you versus what was right for the wizarding world had you torn and barely holding on. You knew you had to choose a path and once you stepped down it, you knew you wouldn’t be able to turn back. But what would you choose? To save the wizarding world alongside your brother and friends or to save the boy that you were hopelessly in love with?

[x-emeraldsky-x]

The sun was blinding from where they were sitting, the rooftop of the academy holding little protection from the harsh rays. The trees were a cut too short, the clouds straying clear from the burning star, not even the neighbouring buildings helped.

Three newly graduates sat waiting, hiding away behind their hands or arms, the heat tingling their skin as an indication that they'd start to burn soon. One was scowling, cursing under his breath at a man he didn't even know yet. Another was pouting, trying to keep his cool guy facade in front of his peers. The last one sat while holding long hair away from her neck, slumping over with her chin on her hand.

A puff of smoke broke them out of their bored misery, the three of them rushing to look presentable. This was their sensei after all, someone who'd teach them to be Shinobi, and even Sasuke wanted to make a decent impression.

When the smoke cleared, they saw a man who stood proudly on the railing. He wore the same uniform as any other Jounin but he had his left eye covered, the right side of his face was scarred terribly, leading down the exposed part of his neck and carrying to his forearms. He'd look intimidating if it weren't for his gentle smile.

He jumped down and greeted them loudly, his voice was deep but clear in tone. He behaved quite similarly to Naruto when he was excited. He introduced himself as 'Uchiha Obito'.

Upon hearing that, Naruto and Sakura turned to their third, like many kids would. The surname Uchiha wasn't very common anymore. Obito laughed as Sasuke turned with a huff.

"He's my little cousin!" He said, quite cheerfully too. He was very proud of his little Sasuke. "I practically raised him, so I asked the Hokage to let me be his teacher. Much to Sasuke's disgust."

Obito poked his tongue out playfully, recieving an embarrassed glare after Sakura and Naruto giggled.

"I know all about Sasuke, but," Obito kneeled down in front of the trio, focusing on just two. "I don't know much about you two. How about we take turns introducing ourselves. I'll go first!"

He smiled with closed eyes, oddly soft with his expressions considering the trauma on his skin.

Obito went through a list of all sorts of things. Things he liked and things he didn't, his favourite foods and his favourite hobbies, even his favourite type of chakra nature. All were hidden examples of what he wanted to know about them.

Naruto went next, eager to share.

"My name is Uzumaki Naruto! I'm the son of the fourth Hokage, but that's not very important. Uhm, I like a lot of things! I like ramen, I like cooking with my mum, and I also like to train with my dad! I don't like thunderstorms, they scare me, but I love to write!"

Naruto beamed with excitement, much like his mother would when she herself would talk. Obito chuckled at the nostalgia, Kushina was always a highlight to his training.

Naruto raved on for a while longer, seemingly wanting to cover all his bases before he lost them. Obito made mental notes on everything he could keep up with. Sakura listened quite intently too, smiling softly at Naruto's excitement.

When it came to Sakura's turn, she initially missed the cue due to her focus on Naruto. She scrambled to find her words.

"Oh, uh, I'm Haruno Sakura! I like reading, and studying. Not a big fan of spicy food, it rarely tastes good, but I love eating fruit! I'm not very good at ninjutsu, but I want to help people as a ninja!"

She fidgeted a little with her hands as she spoke, her tone carried a hint of nervousness as well. Obito suspected she wasn't used to being at the forefront of attention. He related quite a bit, he himself was often overlooked by his peers due to being a late bloomer.

"Well," Obito smiled assuringly to both of them. "I'll make sure I can give you the best support I can to help you with your dreams!"

He stood from his crouching position, stretching out his legs to ease the tension, and smiled widely.

"Tomorrow, meet me at training ground number 7! 8am! Oh, and you might want to skip breakfast. The first training sessions gonna be brutal!"

Naruto smirked. "Bring it on, I can handle anything you throw at me, Dattebayo!!"

[xuchiya]

https://twitter.com/yourdaddywill/status/1748687862696988816?t=zce8Juf3ihSe3DMsdCEPTw&s=19

imagine seonghwa had enough with all the stress stacking up day by day and wanted nothing but to return home to his baby girl—but when he did come home, he found himself and his dick stiffen at the sight of you, hoodie so short that your bottoms can be seen together with your thigh high socks with cute small bows.

and when you bent down, seonghwa has to. he has you over his shoulders, smacking, teasing even gliding his fingers up and down your clit as he toss you on the bed.

"strip now." and all hell broke loose when he flips you on your stomach then without even a warning or something, he had already got his cock drilling inside you. you squeeze him everytime he thrust backs in, sending seonghwa in a turmoil, "stop doing that and I won't make you cum until I say so."

but who are you? this is the only moment you got to see another side of seonghwa and to be dick down this so bad is one of your to do list. you teased him more until he had enough.

grabbing both of your arms, locking them on your back with one hand while the other smack your already beaten red ass as seonghwa started pounding in your pussy, driving you insane as the pleasure pure ecstasy has clouded your mind that it made your eyes roll and your tongue out as you mutter cursive words on how great is seonghwa fucking you behind.

"make that face again baby..." and you did, sending seonghwa on the next level to drill his dick inside your pussy wanting to paint every inch of your walls white, full of his cum. the thought of going balls deep inside you, loading you up more and more of his cum made his thrust harder and harder as seonghwa had exchanged his grip on from your hip to the back of your neck, his pace never faltered even if your pleases went on deaf ears.

"oh fuck seonghwa, too fast too fast!" but he didn't listen. his chest starts to heave as he felt his climax reaching, throwing his head back with a broken moan and load of cum had reach corner of your walls.

when he pulled away, seonghwa hold you down on the same position as he watches your pussy clench on nothing and one by one, his cum slowly drips out, sliding down your thighs or even dripping down on the bed sheets.

hehehehe

the video— THE VIDEO?!! PLS AND THE WHOLE IMAGINE?! ITS 8AM AND THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I WATCH SMTH BEFORE ACTUALLY SEEING THE PLOT ...

[that-tmr-girl]

Extra Sweet Breakfast

After making Aris a birthday breakfast a lot more happens in the kitchen than planned.

Blow job, oral

You hummed to yourself as you carefully flipped the pancakes, successfully making another perfect one. You were an early riser, but today was even more special. It was Aris's birthday which meant sacrificing that extra half hour of sleep to make him breakfast. Of course every year he told you you didn't have to and placed a grateful kiss to your temple, and every year you rolled your eyes and said you wanted to.

You were so immersed in plating them just right that you didn't realize Aris had walked into the kitchen and was admiring you from the doorway. Once you put the finishing touches you smiled at your work when you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist.

"Good morning love,"You greet, allowing his tight embrace.

"Good morning to you. You know you-"

"Didn't have to do this, and blah, blah, blah. Can't I just let me spoil my own boyfriend on his birthday?"You ask. He doesn't respond as he keeps you in his arms.

"The food's going to get cold if you don't let me go,"You point out.

"Eh. That's okay,"He shrugs. You just roll your eyes before spinning yourself out of his arms.

"Eat your breakfast,"You instruct.

"What if there's something much sweeter I could eat?"He asks in a low morning voice.

"At 8am? You don't think that's just a little bit early?"You ask.

"Nothing is ever too early when it comes to you,"He teases. Before you can react he spins you around. You resist the urge to laugh as he pulls you into him.

"I love you, you dork,"You tease, allowing him to dip you down and place a kiss into your lips.

"I would hope so. It'd be strange if I was the only one,"He whispers before pressing another kiss to your lips. This one quickly gets more heated, more passionate, as he picks you up and sets you on the counter.

"You know what else I can do to spoil you today?"You ask as your hands run through his hair.

"What?"He asks, pretending not to know as he is inches from your lips. Without giving him a proper answer you press your lips back against his. He licks your bottom lip, requesting permission that you happily grant, parting your lips so his tongue rests in your mouth. He lets out a blissful sigh before pulling away.

"You're amazing. Do you know that?"He asks, tracing a finger up your jaw.

"I faintly remember somebody telling me. Someone with nice brown hair, bright blue eyes, and whose birthday it is. Do you know him?"You tease.

"I think I remember somebody like that,"He plays along before pressing another kiss to your lips. All thoughts of eating actual food is gone as he moves down your neck. Gently nipping at your skin, you throw your head to the side to give him full access. Moving his lips further, he makes his way to your sweetspot. Sucking on your neck, you know he's littering your skin with marks.

Resting his hand on your thigh, he stops to pull your shirt over your head. Pressing a loving kiss to your temple, he moves his hand to your soaked panties. Pushing yourself against him, he smirks before trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach.

"My pretty girl,"He breathes out, getting on his knees. Pulling off your panties and leaving you bare, he kisses your inner thigh before taking the skin between your teeth. Moaning at the pleasurable pain, he does it again. Leaving a dark bruise, he pulls away and gently traces it. "Aris,"You groan as he licks a stripe down your middle. Slowly flickering his tongue against your clit, you lightly tug at his hair, needing to grab anything at all. Sucking down on your clit, your noises get louder by the second. Hooking one of your legs around his shoulder, he moans inside of you as you pull harder. Feeling the knot in your core tighten, he hums louder. Repeating his name, he plunges his tongue inside of you. Reaching your breaking point as black dots cloud your vision, you scream his name as you cum.

Licking up all your juices, he doesn't pull away until he's sure you're licked clean.

"Always so wonderful,"He whispers, taking your legs off of him. With your legs still shaking, you pull yourself off the counter. This time it's you on your knees. Admiring the sight, he runs his hands through your hair.

Undoing the string, you pull off his gray sweatpants. Seeing him already hard and his tip dripping with precum, you look up at him as you pull his boxers off. Taking his cock in your hands, you slowly start to pump him. Grunting, he thrusts himself further into your hand.

"Feeling impatient, aren't you?"You smirk. "Please. I didn't tease you,"He pleads.

Looking up at his eyes, you give small licks to his tip before trailing your tongue down the side. "Y/N, please,"He repeats. Doing as he said, you take all of him in your mouth. Letting out a relieved moan, he throws his head back as his fingertips graze your scalp. Bobbing your head, you hum as he moans louder. Pulling harsher at your hair, you feel him hit the back of your throat. Focusing only on the way he starts twitching in your mouth, you wrap your hands around what can't fit and pump him. With his breathing heavier, he twitches again as you moan around him. Glancing down and seeing the way you look with your lips wrapped around his hard cock, he reaches his breaking point. Shooting his seed down your throat, you swallow before pulling off with a satisfying pop.

"I really, really love you,"He breathes out.

"Happy birthday love,"You laugh, standing up.

"It is. It was extra sweet today,"He mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Before it can get too heated you pull away.

"Now eat your breakfast. It's probably sweeter."

"Doubt it,"He mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. Laughing again, you give in and place another kiss to his lips.

And a happy birthday it certainly was. For both of you.

[pantoneyoongi]

neon signs | those are called dates

title ; those are called dates pairing ; campus crush!yoongi x campus crush!you 

notes ; 

this is part of the neon signs drabble series, where drabbles are released in random order (but listed chronologically in the masterlist!) 

series description ;

namjoon doesn’t think it can get any clearer outside of yoongi building a giant neon sign saying i have the absolute biggest crush on you but apparently, book smarts don’t exactly translate when it comes to you and your massive crush on min yoongi. 

(alternatively: namjoon and hoseok try for three years straight to get you and yoongi together.) 

word count ; 1.5k

tags ; fluff, they’re just so soft, there’s a pov switch, pls go to masterlist for more / general tags 

the only reason yoongi thinks this class is worth it is because you’re in it with him. 

yoongi’s resting bitch face is particularly aggressive in the mornings, largely because it’s not resting, it’s active. he hates mornings. with a passion. if someone who isn’t you talks to him (hoseok and namjoon included), they’re bound to be on the receiving end of a very sharp glare. 

so it’s fortunate that you’re smart. smart in a way that nobody else he knows is, though he supposes hoseok might contend as a runner-up. 

chinese cinema runs from 8am to 11am every wednesday, but because the building is so far from his dorm hall, yoongi has to wake up at an unholy hour just to get there. but on what was supposed to be a miserable first lecture in a series of miserable lectures thereafter, you’d showed up like sunlight breaking through gloomy clouds, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. 

“i knew you’d choose sleep over making coffee,” you’d teased that day. “you can’t be mean to me today, okay? i got up early to make it.” 

(yoongi’s never mean to you. he simply doesn’t know how to be.) 

he swears he could’ve melted into the ground that day. granted, it took him a couple minutes’ buffer time to understand the picture before him, of your sleepy smile and the coffee your hands presented to him, but when it finally clicked that you - who barely even likes coffee and only drinks it when desperate times call for it - brought it just for him - yoongi’s pretty sure his heart jumped the gun from crush to in love for a hot second. 

honestly, he still has that image of you memorized, tucked close in his memory bank of moments with you that feel like they belong just to him. your rosy cheeks, still flushed from the early morning cold, the way your eyes were hardly open, the warmth that emanated from you in spite of the temperatures outside. everything about you from that day sits sweetly in his chest, a reminder that pushes him out of bed every wednesday morning to come see you. 

a month and a half later, your weekly chinese cinema lectures have now become a trade of food and drink between you and yoongi. you bring the drinks; yoongi prepares the snacks. he spends a little extra time the night before to pack them up, making sure not to forget them in the mornings (if they need to be fridged, he sticks post-it notes to every possible surface he might walk into so he won’t forget them). 

“mmph,” you don’t even say words when you walk into the classroom today, just make a noise and hold out the thermos for yoongi. your eyes are practically glued shut today; you almost miss the seat when you go to sit down, yoongi narrowly grabbing onto your elbow in time and tugging you just enough so you don’t tip over. your head lolls forward, and yoongi kind of wishes there weren’t arm rests between seats. maybe you’d lean on him the way you sometimes lean on namjoon when you’re tired. 

“late night?” yoongi asks gently, resisting the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear. you look terribly cute like this, lips pouting slightly and head bobbing. 

“mhm,” you hum. your head swings slowly up to look at him through half-lidded eyes. “i don’t think i’ll make it through this movie today. will you take notes for me?” 

yoongi would do absolutely anything for you whether or not you asked. 

“sure,” he says instead, because that’s what normal people do. he can’t help it when he reaches over to pat your head, and you lean into his touch a little. yoongi’s heart might give out. 

professor li gives some vague speech about today’s film, then dims the lights and starts the movie. on cue, your eyes fall shut, entire body tipping slightly to the side. 

it takes yoongi an embarrassing amount of willpower to pay attention to the movie. he could blame it on the godawful time of day, but truthfully it has less to do with his anti-morning agenda and more to do with how utterly distracting you are beside him, curled into your chair as small as you can get, a soft cardigan wrapped around your body. you just look so cozy. he wants the rest of the room to disappear, have you tuck yourself into him, like it’s weekly movie date night and you’ve fallen asleep watching like you always do. 

except you and yoongi don’t have weekly movie date night, and he has no idea if you actually would fall asleep every week if you did. the desire to know makes his heart feel a little tight in his chest, like it’s been looped on a string and is being tugged towards you. 

he doesn’t mind. he’s come to terms with his heart being subject to your any and every whim - and he has no qualms with it. 

as the movie slowly comes to a close, yoongi finds his gaze dragged over to you once again, resting his cheek against his palm, trailing his eyes over your features. the lights from the movie cast different colors over you, until it turns into the dim lighting of the credits rolling across the screen. yoongi gives you a slight nudge, one hand resting on your shoulder to gently shake you awake before the harsh lights are flicked on by the professor. 

god, there’s no way his heart can handle the way you blink slowly at him, hands coming up to rub the sleep out of your eyes. he chuckles softly when you squint a little when the lights flick on, yoongi himself blinking a couple extra times to adjust. when you catch his eyes on you, he clears his throat quickly and lifts his notebook, waving it slightly. “i took notes,” he mumbles. “i’ll type them up and send them to you later.” 

“i could just take a picture,” you offer, but yoongi raises a brow at you. 

“you sure you can read my handwriting?” 

your hand which is holding your phone freezes mid-air. your lips flatten together. “never mind.” 

he grins, beginning to pack away his things as professor li lets the class go. “come on, sleepyhead,” he swings the bag over his shoulder. “let’s go get lunch.” 

.

.

.

you wouldn’t say you’re a morning person, but it’s not nearly as offensive a time as yoongi makes it out to be. then again, you’ve never met someone more averse to being awake during the day than yoongi, so maybe he doesn’t make for the best example. 

regardless, there’s something about knowing you’ll meet up with yoongi first thing in the morning that never fails to get you out of bed on wednesday mornings just a little extra early to make him coffee (it’s instant coffee; you might like him but you’re still a broke college kid). it makes you feel a little fuzzy inside knowing you almost always go to lunch together after, both of you free for the afternoon. 

“dates,” namjoon always insists. “those are called dates, y/n.” 

you always wave him off. “i go out to eat with you all the time, joonie.” 

the resounding groan he responds with every time makes you smile even when you’re just thinking about it. exasperating namjoon may very well be one of your favorite pastimes. 

besides, it’s not like you’re wrong. you eat one on one with namjoon all the time. sometimes hoseok, too. there’s nothing date-like about grabbing a meal with one of the boys, so you don’t see why it’s any different with yoongi. 

you know, minus your stupid huge crush on him. 

your eyes follow yoongi as he heads up to place your orders at the counter. it makes you feel insane, the way he makes even a simple grey hoodie and jeans look incredible. you have to busy yourself with your phone so you don’t stare too long. when he returns with the food, he comes with a glint in his eyes that makes you tilt your head at him. he smiles like he’s got the best secret stored away, and reveals it in time with his grin as he pops a bag in front of your face. 

“matcha cookie,” he looks at you like he’s extremely proud of himself. matcha is your favorite anything. he sets the wax bag down in front of you. “copped the last one.” 

it’s not a date. you don’t go on dates with min yoongi. but he does things like this that namjoon and hoseok and sometimes even seokjin don’t do, and it makes you wonder if this is exactly what going on a date with min yoongi would be like. when he sits down and leans forward on his elbows against the table, the way you look back at him hides nothing of your adoration for him, entirely enamored by him and the way he remembers even the tiniest of details about you. his eyes crinkle back in return, and there’s simply no denying the way your heart flutters for him. 

series masterlist ; neon signs

taglist ; @thelilbutifulthings​ @bbsantc​

[aspiring-writer-hidden-voice]

⛅️

The grit and grime cling to your skin, making it feel irritated and dry, not to mention itchy. A glance at the window reveals a world you barely recognize. What happened to the people?… Where did the smiles go?… Why was the sky so dark?… How did things end up this way?… So many questions fill your mind as you lay in bed half covered by the sheets and pillow partially covering your face. The room is a mess, hell the whole place is from dirty dishes you’ve been meaning to wash to laundry that needs done to the trash building around the too full can beside the fridge that’s been empty for…you can’t even remember how long it’s been since you went grocery shopping.

All that you’ve known is survival mode.

Holding just enough energy to do the bare minimum, to keep up appearances that everything was fine. That raises the faint question in the back of your head of “Is this the new normal?” Unfortunately, that same tiny voice doesn’t have an answer for you, so it remains silent…for once.

What day is it? What time? Should you bother getting up? Was anything worth doing anymore?

Your lashes twitch when a notification bings.

For a second your hand remains where it is…until it slowly shifts across the bed to lightly pick up the device responsible. The screen lights up as you lift then bring it closer until your face is illuminated.

That’s when the world suddenly seems to bloom with color rather than the grayscale you’ve become familiar with as the text shows upon the screen from an unknown sender. It didn’t matter if it was a wrong number; an AI, an old friend whose number you’ve lost over the years, or a relative you thought would never reach out.

It was what you needed.

Your fingers dart across the screen to respond back. A few words turn into a paragraph…then two…then three…until it’s so long that it’s near impossible to see the beginning without scrolling. For a moment your finger hesitates over the send button and with a moment of silence you quickly delete it all then send “I’m fine”.

Or at least you think you do when it sends the whole thing.

For a moment anxiety grips you. Your eyes widen, heart hammering against your chest as its rise and falling of breaths quicken…

But then the response of “Whatever I can do, I will for you.”

And you believe those words as you glance up at the window just in time to view the rainbow that breaks apart the clouds.

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Hey, loves! Long time, I know! Lots of things have been happening lately and I’ll just cut to the main points:

Basement flooded with sewage

We three got sick with Covid like we did back in March and had to be hospitalized

The pipes are remedied with bandaids until we can move out

Field for Section 8 housing and are looking for Low-Income Neighborhoods

Our little one celebrated her second birthday in the hospital

We have come to the understanding and acceptance of her Cerebral Palsy, meaning I will most likely be her caretaker for the rest of our lives

I have alarms for 6am, 7am, 8am, 9am, and all through ought the day due to her feeding/meds schedule

My energy and esteem has suffered tremendously so I am now mustering the courage to face a therapist for antidepressants

Juggling being a mom of a special child, a wife, my ADHD and PTSD from childhood trauma, my depressions that I’ve been in denial about for the last five years, and being the middle person of everything else from pharmacy dealings to landlord…

Anyway~~~ so as I am working through life, I may or may not update as frequently.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step…and mine starts now.

[griefpersevering]

the ripples they cause

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: When She Loved Me

Notes:

Hello everyone!! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love you've been giving this fic - when I originally started writing it, I thought maybe a couple of people might want to read this strange fix it fic, but now over 15,000 of you have! It's absolutely mindboggling to me that so many of you are still here reading my silly little story!! Anyway, mushy bit aside, I hope you really enjoy this chapter. We've been building up to it for a while!

Sneak Peek:

It's nearly been a week since MJ's text.

Peter's barely slept since Tuesday. He spends his days poring over the spell book, making notes on the sections that will help them and mouthing the strange spells until he's memorised them. When the time comes, he won't need the book to complete either of the remaining rituals, just in case Doctor Strange decides to steal it back before then.

At night, he wakes up from nightmares of being trapped in a cell for the rest of his life. And like tonight, once he's awake, all he can think of is the emoji on the end of MJ's text.

He pulls the duvet over his head, trying to force himself back to sleep. There's nothing he can do about the rituals yet; not while they're still waiting for Yelena to return from Ohio with something belonging to her sister. And his trial is in the hands of the judges now. Matt, Foggy, Karen, and the other bridesmaid who is also a lawyer all assured him at the wedding that they've done everything they can.

His trial is supposed to take place tomorrow at noon, but they still haven't told him whether it will be postponed — or even better, cancelled altogether.

Every time he drifts off, his thoughts circle back to the text. What does MJ want to talk about? He hasn't spoken to her in weeks, unless you count the letter he asked Matt to deliver. But that was just a lie anyway; that his friend in California is having an operation, so he offered to fly over there to help him recover for a few months. No mention of Spider-Man, or the campaign she's been running in his name.

He rolls over, the duvet tangling between his legs. There's light peeking around the corner of his blinds, so it must be the morning. He'd been hoping for a lie in after the wedding, but if he's awake already, he may as well get ready to face the day.

By 8am, he's showered and dressed in his least crinkled shirt. MJ asked to meet at the donut shop, and it feels like returning to the scene of the crime.

He eats some burnt toast slathered in Nutella which does nothing to ease his stomach. Then, he gets out the ancient broom that came with his apartment and sweeps up the confetti that he tracked in from the wedding.

Yesterday was a nice break from his melancholia. Matt and Foggy deserve their happy ending, even if he feels a bit jealous. Besides, being married means they never have to testify against each other.

Maybe, when he finishes the rituals, he'll introduce Mr. Stark to them. He knows Matt isn't Iron Man's biggest fan, but he'll get over it. And he wants Tony to see that his sacrifice helped so many people in so many ways — the Nelson-Murdocks never would've tied the knot if it weren't for the Blip.

He pulls on his sneakers — now sans confetti — and slips on his coat. The sun is shining brightly this morning, and he takes it as a good omen. But although the clear skies will melt some of the snow, the lack of clouds means it's still freezing.

He said he'd head over to Brooklyn in the afternoon, so he's not in a rush. But first, he'll make a pit stop at the Midtown School of Science and Technology to make some more webs: he's running low, and whatever happens tomorrow, he has a feeling he'll need them.

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[neige-leblanche]

hey if ur an adhd college student and youre finding it impossible to do well in classes that start before a certain time (that one post saying 8am is impossible while 9am is possible is JUST ONE EXAMPLE it can be later bc neurodivergent circadian rhythms are diabolical) i love you; you're valid; you are not lazy for struggling to keep up attendance during times that physically do not work for you. please be gentle and forgiving with yourself; don't let guilt over missed classes cloud your mind bc that'll just make your productivity even worse. speaking as a senior my advice is to build your schedule around your body clock's needs when able, be kind and honest with your professors, and most of all care for yourself. go easy on the caffeine, take sleep meds if you're comfortable doing so, congratulate yourself for the things you do achieve and don't let yourself get caught up in the "[task] is impossible"/"[task] is actually really easy i just can't do it because i suck" binary. youre doing amazing good luck mwah.