#oneshot prompts

[firstclassthot]

Otp prompt #80

Person A and B are skipping rocks at a pond, except B doesn’t exactly know how. Person A stands behind B and places their hands on top of B’s to teach them how to skip rocks.

[chrasilla]

angst prompts

"They won't wait for you forever. So you need to decide if all your resentment and pride is worth losing them for good."

"You're everything to me, but clearly I was just a short phase in your life."

"I just want you to be happy." "The only way you can make me happy is by staying far away from me."

"I miss you, but I miss me more."

"You from the beginning we had an expiry date."

"You shouldn't be with me. " "I know. Yet here I am."

"I must have loved you in another life." "But not in this one?"

"You could stay, for me." "That's not enough for me to stay."

"I always thought I'd be someone's first choice, but I'm not even in your top five, am I?"

"I love you, but I barely know you. I don't think you even know yourself."

[acatalystrising]

Yes, it’s November, but the oneshots stop for no one! I’ve had this idea bouncing around in my head for a bit so I finally got a chance to write it!

This oneshot is a veterinarian!(f)reader x TBOBF Boba, no warnings, just lotssss of fluff (and a cute rancor) enjoy!

Here’s a link to part two and three!

Alsooo this one may or may not have been inspired by this…

Oneshot: Moth to a Flame

He was back again.

You heard the now familiar tisk tisk of beskar spurs striking the wooden planks of your walkway, announcing his arrival long before he opened your door. You crossed your waiting room and slipped behind your desk, already rummaging for his package.

You’d never forget the first time Boba Fett stepped into your clinic.

Broad, stern, wearing green beskar that spoke of years of violence and a bounty hunting career soaked in blood. He looked the part too: built like a tank, black clothing that could far too easily hide bloodstains, boots and gloves made of functional leather, helmet with a T-visor that slowly turned, scanning everything and missing nothing.

And yet Boba Fett, the bounty hunter turned Daimyo of Tatooine, hadn’t threatened your life that day. He’d come for medicine…for his rancor. His voice had been rough, like mountain stone, yet carrying a warmth that reminded you of the way spotchka settled in the back of your throat after a long day.

You’d been afraid, intimidated - but advised him calmly, as professionals should, you’d wagered, your concern for the animal overriding your fear for your life. And it had worked - he’d thanked you, paid you handsomely, and left without another word.

And yet, for some reason, he kept coming back. It was usually for more medicine, but recently it had been for something as small as a treat, or advice…and despite your reservations, you’d nearly grown accustomed to his presence. He never threatened you, and always ensured you were paid more than the goods were worth - but still. He was a killer, you knew, and killers couldn’t be trusted.

Perhaps it was for the best, you thought, even as his shadow fell over your doorstep, made larger than life by the binary suns - for the best that you had a working relationship with the new Daimyo. If relations were good, you’d be able to stay in business - then the animals you cared for would be safe. Even if you were entertaining something much more dangerous than a rancor to keep it that way.

He stepped inside - armor slightly dusted by the sandy terrain, silent as always. You dipped your head in a greeting and lifted the brown bag of medicine onto the counter.

“Hello,” you looked at the expressionless helmet, nerves twisting in your gut, and dared to give him a small smile as you gestured at the small paper bag. “Here for the usual?”

He nodded slowly in acknowledgement, helmet dipping nearly gracefully as he approached, gloved hands resting on the edge of your desk as he took the bag. Your gaze dropped to his thick fingers, absently wondering how many people he’d killed with those hands, when his voice crackled over the vocorder.

“The medicine is appreciated, but,” his helmet titled slightly to the side, as if pondering his words. “I’m here for another matter.”

Alarm spiked your chest, and you could have sworn your heart dropped to your stomach. You tried your best to remain calm, collected - but you clenched a shaking hand underneath the counter to ground yourself.

“Is something wrong?” You frowned, unable to fully eradicate the quiver from your tone. “With the medicine, I mean?”

He was silent for a moment, long enough to make you wonder if he was plotting how to kill you. What could you have possibly done? You couldn’t die now - you had two sick banthas, three loth cats, and a nexu cub you’d managed to wrangle from a merchant all depending on you to survive.

“If I have, I promise I can make it up to you,” you knew you were babbling, fear slowly overriding logic. “I never meant to-“

He held up a hand, helmet gently shaking side to side.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, mesh’la.” His tone was still carrying that gravely rasp, yet had somehow imperceptibly softened.

And there he was again, saying that word you didn’t understand…what the kriff did it mean? Was he insulting you? But the way he said it nearly made you feel weak kneed. Damn, he was dangerous.

“The medicine’s helped, but I’m told he’s depressed.” He crossed his arms, weapons on full display, and you waited with bated breath for him to continue. “I need someone to look him over, ensure he has what he needs. Would you be willing?”

Wait, he was asking you to inspect a rancor? The biggest animal you’d worked with was a bantha, and your experience with predators was lackluster at best…

And besides, this wasn’t just any rancor…it was his. At the palace. Jabba’s former palace. In that gods damned pit where so many had met their untimely demise. That place…didn’t have good memories.

“You’ll be safe, I give my word,” Boba’s voice broke you from your thoughts, but he didn’t sound impatient…in fact, he seemed entirely understanding. “You’re the only one I’d trust around him.”

You raised a brow, but nodded. You always knew when a pet’s owner was sincere - there was a weighted concern in every voice, every expression. And even though you couldn’t see the Daimyo’s face, you knew he was being genuine. And so, even though you knew you were probably signing your life away, you felt yourself nodding.

“Okay, I’ll help. When do you want me to stop by?” You nearly wanted to roll your eyes at yourself.

Here you were potentially facing death, and yet you were conversing as if you were going on a regular afternoon picnic with the most notorious bounty hunter in the galaxy - what a funny notion.

“The sooner the better, I wager.” He shifted, fingers tapping lightly on his gauntlet, either in boredom or agitation, you couldn’t figure. “Do you have any appointments for the rest of the day?”

Oh karking hell. You were so going to die.

“Umm,” you nervously scanned your daily schedule that you already knew was unfortunately blank. “No, all clear. It’s…a quiet season.”

His helmet shifted to scan the room before looking back down at you with a nod. “You’re welcome to accompany me back, then.”

You nodded, trying your best to still your quivering hands as you made your way around the facade of safety your desk had created. Boba Fett looked down at you, silent and immovable, as you stopped before him.

I, you thought to yourself, am so dead.

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You’d seen the confused and frightened looks cast your way as you’d walked through the streets of Mos Espa with none other than the Daimyo himself.

You hoped that someone would be charitable enough to care for the animals after your death. But the chances were always slim. At least the rumors would spread, you wagered, thoughts swirling in the tangible silence between you and your armored companion as he led you through the darkened underbelly of the palace.

I’m dead, dead, dead. Sentenced to be rancor food for Maker knows what.

You kept your gaze locked ahead, hoping you wouldn’t embarrass yourself in your final moments. But you could also be wrong. He’d only ever been true to his word, and he hadn’t once hurt you or threatened to do so. Your thoughts were still a swirling mess when he stopped at a door, glancing down at you.

“Stay with me, but don’t be alarmed. You’re safe.” Boba’s voice was nearly calming to your nerves as he opened the door, the barricade sliding out of the way, as you both stepped into the cavern beyond.

It was a massive cave, littered with stalactites and stalagmites bared like teeth, but that wasn’t what held your attention. Your gaze was locked on the giant, impossibly massive, deadly creature laying at its center. A rancor, in the flesh.

It rumbled a low growl, huge fanged maw parting, and slowly shifted to its feet. Boba, you noticed with wide eyes, approached the beast completely unafraid. You watched, blinking in shock, as he removed his helmet and tucked it under an arm, reaching up to pat the creature’s neck as if it were as tame as a bantha. He turned to face you, still scratching the rancor’s neck.

“He won’t hurt you,” he spoke calmly, deep voice nearly melodic without the vocorder, and gestured at you with a flick of his gloved fingers. “But he does want to say hello.”

Oh stars, you weren’t expecting Boba Fett to be attractive. Nor did you ever think you’d see the Daimyo smile. But he was - so genuinely enamored by this giant beast that his small grin was infectious.

And so you stepped forward, daring to approach the beast. It watched you with glittering eyes, those massive teeth still parted, but Boba walked around to its head and stood beside you.

“See? A friend.” Boba placed a hand on the small of your back, keeping his eyes trained on the rancor, which shook its head and let out a huff. “She’s gonna make sure you’re okay.”

Friend? You glanced at him, striking features focused on the rancor, and you felt a warmth settle in your chest when his gaze shifted to ensnare yours, something altogether soft in those dark brown eyes.

You noticed his hand was still at your back, touch surprisingly gentle. He spoke softly, as if to comfort both you and his gargantuan pet, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d misjudged him. Perhaps there was more to Boba Fett then met the eye.

“Can I…” you regarded the rancor with a tilted head, a small smile slowly creeping to your lips. You couldn’t help it, being in such close proximity with something so magnificent. Well, two magnificent things. “Will he let me pet him?”

“Yes, I’ll show you how,” he turned to face you, so dizzying close, and held out a gloved hand. “Do you trust me?”

Part of you still wanted to say no, knowing all too well that he could still kill you. But you saw nothing but kindness in that stern, scarred face, the corner of his plush lip curved in a small, beckoning smile. You nodded and dared to slip your hand in his.

You noted, even as he raised your hand with his toward the rancor’s nose, that his touch was warm and gentle - not at all what you’d expected from one of his reputation. And when you felt your fingertips brush against the rancor’s tough hide, it rumbled, pressing its head into your hand with a soft sound you almost interpreted as a purr.

“Oh my gods, this is amazing! He’s so sweet, look at those pretty eyes,” you couldn’t help but gush, your love of animals kicking into overdrive, and you gave the scales a gentle scratch. “Let’s make sure you’re okay, all right?”

You glanced at Boba, and found he was watching you with such a tender warmth you nearly felt your knees go weak.

“Knew this was a good idea,” he smiled fully now, rumbling voice rolling through you and settling in your chest. “You like him?”

Kriff, kriff, kriff. He was attractive, dangerously so - his skin a rich tan that flickered bronze in the torchlight. You didn’t want to stare, but you couldn’t help it, feeling drawn to him in a way you couldn’t fully grasp. You found yourself wishing the Daimyo was asking about himself.

“I do, he’s amazing. I never thought I’d ever be able to see one in person, definitely not this close,” you looked back at the rancor, hoping to hide your blush. “Will he let me examine him?”

“Yes, he will,” Boba chuckled, the sound rumbling through your chest to your toes this time, and you distinctly felt a warmth settle in your core. Ohhh kriff, you were in trouble, but not in the kind that you’d been expecting.

He finally let go of you, and you found yourself missing his touch, forcing yourself to focus on the matter at hand.

“Hey sweetie,” you brushed your hand over the rancor’s face, checking his eyes and ear cavities. “All clear, no discoloration. That’s good. Let’s see those teeth.”

You fearlessly dropped to a crouch beside its face, and it rumbled again as you brushed a hand underneath its jaw. You kept a respectful distance from those massive fangs, but noted that this rancor was already earning a clean bill of health. You felt Boba’s gaze on you as you worked, and your cheeks flared. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about - and why he’d chosen you of all people to entrust with this opportunity.

“Well, he’s in perfect health,” you stood and scratched the rancor’s neck, earning another pleased rumble. “Oh, you like that huh? What a good boy.”

You finally pulled away, knowing you’d done what he’d brought you here for, and found that he was still watching you. Surprisingly, you didn’t feel uncomfortable under his gaze, and you turned to fully face him with a small, shy smile.

“Thanks, for this,” you reluctantly lifted your hand from the rancor and it butted its head into you, making you chuckle despite your nerves. “He’s healthy, just needs interaction. If you ever…you know, need someone to work with him, just let me know.”

“You’d want to come back?” His brows flew upward in surprise, and if he was entirely shocked by this development. “I don’t want to scare you.”

You nearly grinned, a giddiness settling in your bones despite the fact that you knew you should be afraid. At least wary, of the man in front of you. But he’d been talking about himself, not the rancor, hadn’t he?

“You don’t scare me, neither of you do,” you crossed your arms and dared to regard him with a small smirk. “That is, if you wouldn’t get tired of me.”

“I could never get tired of you, little one,” he closed the distance between you, hands held loosely at his sides, and you absently wished he’d touch you again. “I’m glad that you like him.”

“His owner’s not half bad either,” you felt the words slip from your lips before you could stop yourself, and you dropped your gaze to your boots to hide your furious blush.

But Boba Fett merely chuckled, and you felt the soft leather of his gloves bush against your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his.

“You don’t have to hide that pretty face,” he lifted a brow, lips curved in a welcoming smile as his thumb gently caressed your jawline. “You’re welcome here anytime, mesh’la.”

Oh stars, if you didn’t get a hold of yourself, you were going to melt. You took a breath, realizing too late that you were leaning into his touch.

“What…does that mean?” You met his gaze, molten eyes so warm and inviting, you felt you wanted to dive in despite the potential danger.

He held your gaze, face mere inches away, and you resisted the urge to recklessly learn forward to capture those damn lips in yours.

“It means beautiful.” His gaze flicked between your eyes and lips, and you held your breath, the tension palpable as he leaned slowly forward…

The rancor suddenly released a playful rumble, head-butting you both. You tumbled gracelessly into his arms, and Boba held you gently against his armored chest, a deep, warm laugh rumbling from his throat and sending tingles down your spine.

“Someone doesn’t like being left out,” he patted the rancor’s neck, arm still wrapped around you. “I want to ride him, you know.”

You did your very, very best to not let your thoughts take an improper turn at that comment, given that there was something else you’d be fine with riding - and you smothered a smirk as he met your gaze with a raised brow.

“Perhaps, if your schedule isn’t too busy, would you like to have dinner here tomorrow?” He spoke so smoothly, so gently, you nearly didn’t notice that he was gently caressing your back. “That is, if you’re interested…”

You nodded vigorously, earning another chuckle, and hesitantly placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I’d like that very much,” you met his gaze with a smile of your own. “If you’re interested.”

“Ad’ika,” he leaned forward, warm breath washing over your skin, and gave your cheek a soft peck. “I’d be honored.”

[writing-with-emy]

120 Prompts (sorted)

40 prompts for each (fluff ; Angst & Funny)

All my prompt lists in one place: 🪽🪽

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Fluff:

#01 - “I would like to join you in acknowledging the difficulties of your life.” ; “You are the WORST at this comfort thing.” #02 - “This? These tears? They are not a weakness. They show how strong you are and how strong you’ve been. And when you’re done, look back and know that you were strong enough to overcome what you once thought to be impossible.” #03 - “That’s disgusting. You’re lucky you’re cute.” #04 - “Why are you still here?” ; “Because I care about you, you asshole.” #05 - “On a scale from one to ten, how bad of an idea do you think it would be if we got married?” ; “Off the charts. Let’s do it.” #06 - “Take my Hand.” ; “Why?” ; “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!” #07 - “What we have, it’s not love. Not romantic love anyways. It’s comfort.” #08 - “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?” #09 - “Good. Judge me. Take apart every word I’ve ever said, strip me of every action I’ve ever taken. Then know, for certain, that means it when I tell you that I love you.” #10 - “Unless I screw this up again, I’m going to marry you.” ; “Well you better not mess this up.” #11 - “Keep your sorry’s for when you need them and never apologize for doing the right thing, no matter who tells you otherwise. Even me.” #12 - “I never said ‘Thank you’, did I?” ; “For What?” ; “For… Well… Everything.” #13 - “I’ve discovered I love you.” ; “When did you discover this?” ; “Since all my decisions started to revolve around you.” #14 - “They look good together. Odd, but good.” #15 - “I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you.” #16 - “Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” ; “Yes.” ; “What if I just break his nose a little?” #17 - “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second. Because if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” #18 - “You’re not that easy to find, you know that?” #19 -”You know you’re my favorite, right?” ; “I better be.” #20 - “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way they watch you, how they whisper when you appear. They think you’re going to save them.” #21 - “Isn’t he cute?” ; “Who?” ; “____” ; “I’m worried about you.” #22 - “Those things you said yesterday… did you mean them?” #23 - “Why are you doing that?” ; “Doing what?” ; “Treating me like a person.” #24 - “Why are you staring at me like that?” ; “I think I just… finally understood you.” #25 - “Bring home all of them.” ; “But-” ; “All. Of. Them.” #26 - “I didn’t think you were the type to lose your sanity for a girl.” ; “I didn’t either.” #27 - “Hey! Those are mine!” ; “Not anymore!” #28 - “I’m really nervous.” ; “Why’s that?” ; “...I’ve never danced before.” #29 - “You love her don’t you?” ; “Was it that obvious?” #30 - “Don’t get up. I’m comfortable like this.” #31 - “Here, lay down in my lap.” #32 - “I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?” #33 - “I’m not going anywhere.” #34 - “You make me feel save.” #35 - “You’re my family.” #36 - “I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don’t like.” #37 - “You don’t ever have to petrend. Not with me. Not ever.” #38 - “I trust you. More than anyone else.” #39 - “You don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here.” #40 - “I don’t like ____. I like you.”

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Angst:

#01 - “What can I do to make you feel as beautiful as you look to me?” #02 - “You're changing.” ; “So is the rest of the world.” #03 - “You have to die in order to live, and I had to live in order to die.” #04 - “I met Evil when I was only a child.” #05 - “You are about to die! Aren’t you scared!” ; “I’m used to it by now.” #06 - “You only did what’s best for you.” #07 - “Keep your sorry’s for when you need them and never apologize for doing the right thing, no matter who tells you otherwise. Even me.” #08 - “Good. Judge me. Take apart every word I’ve ever said, strip me of every action I’ve ever taken. Then know, for certain, that means it when I tell you that I love you.” #09 - “You made your choice and I made mine. Just because you can’t live with yours doesn’t mean you should shame me for living with mine.” #10 - “I’m not your little girl anymore.” #11 - “We’re going home,” she finally whispered “we’re finally going home.” #12 - “I can’t exactly help you if you won’t let me.” #13 - “It’s time for you to pick a side, either your with us, or against us.” #14 - “People make their own decisions. And sometimes, they decide to go for a while. And sometimes, it takes time to understand why.” #15 - “There’s nothing to lose, when you’re lonely and friendless.” #16 - “What’s going to happen to them?” ; “Nothing you can change.” #17 - “If you fall in love with two people, go with the second. Because if you really loved the first you wouldn’t have fallen for the second.” #18 - “Those things you said yesterday…did you mean them?” #19 - “The saddest thing about betrayal isn’t how you got betrayed, but by who.” #20 - “Of course I still love you. But trusting you is a different question.! #21 - “I won’t let you die.” ; “I don’t think that’s how it works.” ; “I am Death, honey. I decide how it works.” #22 - “Stop telling me you’re okay.” #23 - “You’re doing the right thing.” ; “Then why does it feel so wrong to me?” #24 - “You give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. I’ve seen it. I know who you are.” #25 - “I- I can’t stop it, I’m sorry…” ; “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just breathe. You don’t have to be sorry for anything. I’ve got you.” #26 - “How dare you! I.. I Trusted you!” ; “Sweet, naive little girl/Boy/child. Trust is for children. You, my dear, are a soldier.” #27 - “You know I’ll win.” ; “And you know I’ll fight.” #28 - “Why are you staring at me like that?” ; “I think I just… finally understood you.” #29 - “DId you really not see it? Or were you too afraid to look?” #30 - “It’s okay to cry.” You held his/her face in your hands. “It’s okay.” #31 - “There’s no Happy ending to this, right?” ; “Not likely, no.” #32 - “You say you’re my family. But where were you when I was hurt, when I needed someone, when I needed you? You weren’t here, but they were. Always.” #33 - “Why are you doing that?” ; “Doing what?” ; “Treating me like a person.” #34 - “Who are we to each other?” ; “You tell me.” #35 - “Let this be a dream, I can’t take it if it’s reality.” #36 - “I mean yeah, I didn’t need my heart anyway. Who cares it it breaks?” #37 - “You don’t scare me. Your anger scares me.” #38 - “If you’re going to break my heart, can we do it outside?” ; “But it’s raining.” ; “That way I can go all-in on my melodramatic movie moment.” #39 - “I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know… fall in love with me.” #40 - “You love her don’t you?” ; “Was it that obvious?”

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Funny:

#01 - “Allow me to introduce myself.” ; “Umm, isn’t it a bit late for that?” #02 - “That’s definitely not true.” ; “Of course it is. I read it on WIKIpedia.” #03 - “YES COOKIE-” ; “-s that are for your sister/brother/sibling , hands off.” ; “You made her/him/them cookies and not me?!” #04 - “Are you Insane?” ; “Do you really want me to answer that?” #05 - “You really think this is a smart Idea?” ; “Nope.” ; “Good. I’d be concerned if you did.” #06 - “How do we keep getting into these situations?” ; “Eleven years of friendship and I still don’t know.” #07 - “Where is the Idiot, anyway?” ; “I’m right here.” ; “Surprisingly enough, I’m not talking about you this time.” #08 - “Do you trust her?” ; “No… but I trust her anger.” #09 - “We’re lost.” ; “No we aren’t!” ; “Yes we are!” ; “No we aren’t!” ; “Fine then - Mr./Mrs. Navigator, where are we?” ; “Err… uh, we are… right here.” #10 - “Your arm is bleeding.” ; “Oh really? I hadn’t noticed that half of my goddamned blood was flowing out of my arm, but thanks for letting me know.” #11 - “Are you sober?” ; “I’m moderately functional.” ; “I’ll take that as a no.” #12 - “What’s our exit strategy?” ; “Our what?” ; “Oh my god, we’re all going to die.” #13 - “Watch your mouth kid. You are one sentence away from starting a war.” #14 - “If you do that again, I’ll throw you out that fucking window you- what are you doing?” ; “Checking how high the drop is, see if it’s worth it.” #15 - “Hey! Watch it! You’re scaring her!” ; “ME scaring HER!?” #16 - “I Don’t like saying, ‘I told you so’, but-” ; “The hell you don’t, it’s your favorite phrase.” #17 - “Just because you are speaking in a different language, doesn’t mean that I don’t know when you are cursing me out.” #18 - “Did you get my note?” ; “Of course I got it. You taped it to my forehead while I was sleeping.” #19 - “I think I actually hate you.” ; “yeah I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” #20 - “You look very nice tonight, I love your-” ; “What do you want?” #21 - “It’s a long story.” ; “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.” #22 - “I feel like I’m being stabbed.” ; “How do you even know what it feels like to be stabbed?” #23 - “How on earth do you open a girl’s diary lock?” ; “Trust me, I got this. I had sisters growing up.” #24 - “You are the worst human being on the face of the planet” ; “Aw, that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” #25 - “You are all remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?” #26 - “You’re not my favorite Person today.” ; “I’m not your favorite person on any day.” #27 - “Just take a deep breath or something!” ; “TAKE A DEEP BREATH!? it feels like my insides are being RIPPED OUT!” #28 - “I hate you” ; “Why? I’m lovely.” #29 - “What the hell kind of noise was that?” ; “I sneezed.” ; “That was NOT a sneeze.” #30 - “I don’t want to look like a princess, I want to look like a formerly evil queen who reluctantly redeemed herself for the side of good.” ; “You read too much.” ; “Damn right I do.” #31 - “I thought you said you knew how to get inside!?” ; “Yeah, well, that was a lie.” #32 - “Hold on; you died.” ; “Yeah, well it didn’t stick.” #33 - “Are you there?” ; “Physically, yes. Mentally is debatable.” #34 - “We can’t just steal it!” ; “Of course not! We’ll just borrow it for a little while…while they aren’t looking.” #35 - “Ten years of friendship and this is the treatment I get.” ; “I met you yesterday!” #36 - “Can I keep it?” ; “No.” ; “Pleeease!” ; “...fine.” #37 - “So what’s your plan?” ; “My plan was to follow your plan!” #38 - “Why are your hands purple?” ; “That’s a very good question.” #39 - “What are you doing up at four in the morning?” ; “I might ask you the same thing.” #40 - “This is the worst plan ever.” ; “Why? Because I made it?” ; “Yes.”

[leyleywrites]

𖤐 PROMPT LIST | ANGST, ONE 𖤐

⋆༺ in some instances, when a prompt is used, it won’t be exact to the one on the list. think of them as more of a guideline for the dialogue.

© leyleywrites

“that’s not fair and you know it!”

“so that’s it then?”

“all of this… for nothing?”

“you don’t know me.”

“you don’t get to say that!”

“get out of my face.”

“i’m begging you, please…”

“oh c’mon! you know better than that!”

“i can’t lose you, at least not like this.”

“this is me swallowing my pride and apologizing.”

“i can’t even look at you.”

“what are we even doing…”

“you cannot be serious right now.”

“this is gonna hurt, baby.”

“when were you going to tell me?”

“don’t lie to me.”

“i just… i don’t understand.”

“shhh, c’mere. it’s okay.”

“breathe with me. you’re doing so good.”

“i know it hurts…”

“stay with me, you got this.”

“stop, please, stop.”

“i can’t take anymore.”

“just shut up, please!”

“go on then, since you seem to know everything.”

“that’s not what i meant.”

“so? it doesn’t even matter anymore!”

“you’re still hung up over that? it was ages ago!”

“you’re driving me crazy!”

“oh so i’m the bad guy? just because…”

“you’re not even listening to me!”

“get out of my house.”

“baby, please. five minutes is all i ask for.”

“you dismissed me, like you didn’t even know who i was!”

“this isn’t the you i fell in love with.”

“no, i’m done. i give up.”

“you won’t even admit you’re wrong!”

“you don’t get to play the pity game anymore!”

“suck it up.”

“wake up! this is reality, not some fantasy in your head!”

[medium-kat07]

Tntober day 1; Music

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Ao3

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It was 4am. Wilbur definitely should not drive at 4am.

Which was why he had Quackity switch places with him.

Quackity sighed as he buckled himself in. “Was this all a ploy so you can choose the music for the rest of the drive?”

“Maybe,” Wilbur teased, bringing up Spotify on his phone and switching through playlists. “It’s your car, anyway.”

“Wilbur, I’m not listening to your bullshit playlists, it’s the same damn song on repeat.”

“The best kind of playlist.”

“Play one of mine.”

“I think not. You have the privilege of driving, I have the privilege of music.”

“The priv- the privilege of driving? Are you crazy? Look at this shit- we’re on the highway at 4am, right on the 60 mile speed limit-” He takes a sip of cherry cola and places it on the dashboard- “-because your dad’s gonna be pissed if he wakes up with you gone, and the brakes fuck me over every time I drive this damn car. We’re in a super speed death machine. I want to pick the fucking music.”

The cars around them slowed to a stop, and they found themselves at an intersection.

“And now we’re stuck in traffic.”

Wilbur winced. “I know I… shouldn’t have kept us out so late.”

“You shouldn’t have insisted we come out here in the first place. George lives a thousand fucking miles away, and his parties are just an excuse to wreck his mom’s house. We know this.” Quackity tapped on the steering wheel worriedly. “I know my parents won’t give a shit, but your dad’s got a curfew, and he already hates me.”

“He doesn’t hate you, he just doesn’t like that you got in a fight with Techno.”

“Techno gave me a permanent face scar, I think that asshole maybe deserved-” Quackity cut himself off with Wilbur’s stern look. “Never mind. Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Wilbur sighed, “He was being an asshole.”

Traffic didn’t move. There was a short silence between the teenagers. Quackity took another sip of his cherry cola.

“Hey, why don’t you pick the music,” Wilbur mumbled. He handed his phone over. “While you’ve stopped.”

Quackity took it from Wilbur’s hands with a quiet “Thanks.” Wilbur tried not to focus too much on his touch.

The car was cold, and Wilbur was colder. Quackity kept the fans on and pointed them towards himself because he was a demon with fire under his skin or something, and was constantly complaining about heat for no damn reason. He radiated warmth (in a lot of different ways.)

“Oh my god, your playlists are shit,” Quackity chuckled, and Wilbur smiled along, despite the personal offense he took to that. Quackity scrolled for a little bit before tapping something and handing the phone back to Wilbur.

The radio spurred to life. “Connected.” A rich, melodic tune started playing.

Wilbur checked his phone.

“This is the Romance playlist,” he laughed.

“Hm?”

“I said this is the Romance playlist, Q,” Wilbur repeated.

Quackity shrugged. “Didn’t even see it. I’m a simple man; I see Paramore, I click.”

“-not a walk in the park to love each other, but when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.”

Wilbur turns off his phone and turns it over on his lap, staring out the passenger side window and trying to ignore the implications.

“-after all this time I’m still into you…”

The chorus came up, and it’s Wilbur’s favorite song, he swears, but he couldn’t find it in him to sing along. He worried about whether that would be awkward. (He only mouthed the words, just a little bit.)

That is, until Quackity starts mumbling the lyrics under his own strained breath, and things kind of devolve from there until they’re both belting the song at the top of their lungs.

Most songs from there on were ones both of them knew. Wilbur couldn’t tell you why, he doesn’t even remember where he heard the songs first, but it didn’t matter. Quackity was ecstatic about it.

Wilbur recognized a shattered streetlight through the hazy drizzle outside. They were almost home. He let a breath escape him and looked over at Quackity, who was singing along with a golden smile to a song Wilbur forgot the name of.

They pulled up to his house.

Quackity turned down the radio and ran a hand through his hair, careful not to disturb his beanie. “Alright. Good luck getting in.”

It was 5am then. The street was entirely dark except for a streetlight off in the distance. Wilbur didn’t move. He just looked at his friend for a bit.

Quackity downed the last of his cherry cola and stuffed it in a bag in the back seat before sitting up with a sigh. He caught Wilbur’s gaze.

Wilbur had no idea what song was playing softly, distortedly, through the speakers when he leaned over the center console to kiss Quackity, and he never will. He’ll only remember cherry cola, cold air, and his friend’s shocked, flushed expression when Wilbur opened the door and stepped out of the car.

[titlemewickedwonderland]

REQUEST ARE OPEN!

Hello, my little Wonderlings! I know it has been a while since I have posted much of anything; I have had such a busy few months and writer's block has been a bitch. But, I would like for you guys to know I'm back and ready to start writing again! This means that REQUESTS are OPEN! Below are fandoms that I am happy to be able to write for again! Any questions just PM me! You can choose from a list below the ideas paired up with whatever character you'd like! OR just send me an idea! Even if it's not on the list below I may still write it just hit me up!

Fandoms Below Include

Shadow and Bone

Six of Crows

The Sandman

Doctor Who

Supernatural

Actors (limited; ask first)

The Last Kingdom

Ghost (Limited to Ghouls only)

House of Dragons

Game of Thrones (Limited: ask first)

[NEW!] Anime List Avaliable

Bleach

Naruto

Black Butler

Fairy Tail

My Hero Academia

Fruit Basket

Hellsing

Vampire Knight

If any of these interests you send me a request! More fandoms and animes will be added later when I come across them! But until then let me know what you'd like for me to write for you! :)

[j-nightingalesb1tch]

hey guys, i'm not new to the dragon age fandom but i've only recently started writing for the game. i currently have an ongoing adoribull fic called through smoke and fire, but i wanna write some more oneshots involving the characters.

so this is a request for any prompts or ideas you have that i could write. either message me, send an ask, or comment on this post and i'll give them a go.

i have only played inquisition so i'll only be writing characters from that game. my personal favourites are dorian, iron bull, cole, cullen, solas and varric but i am open to other ideas.

[diabolimeservavit666]

BMoL Oneshot Ideas (Part 1)

(Can't promise that it will come quick but I appreciate the responses.)

[firstclassthot]

Otp prompt #79

Person A: Are you showering?

Person B: ….No?

Person A: Without me? :(

Person B: Dude I’m literally not showering????

Person A: Oh.

Person B: Did you…. google pick up lines?

Person A: In my defense, the article said they were sure to work

[amyyythestarry]

Eve Of The Moons Poll.

Decided to do a voting thing for my au, whatever gets the most votes I will write a really short oneshot about, like the mini comics or ASHK.

This was also inspired by @NellyRain37/🍄Nelly🎃 on Twitter, they have a witch Nene au and it’s good so far!

Also, Halloween costumes? I’m gonna be Strawberry Shortcake with my sister, who’s Blueberry Muffin!

[acatalystrising]

I have been so, so touched that so many people have enjoyed my Boba Fett x f!Veterinarian story! I love their dynamic a lot, and simply had to write more. This may be a three part, (or more, depending on how much it takes over my life), but for now, here is chapter two of Moth to a Flame!

(Also, c’mon, he’s such an animal lover and it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside - he’d totally bond with someone who loves them too!)

You can read chapter one here and chapter three here!

Oneshot: Moth to a Flame Chapter Two

You nervously smoothed the wrinkles in your dress with shaky hands as you stood before the palace gate.

Boba Fett’s palace.

You’d agreed to have dinner with him, but you already felt vastly out of your league. Your income wasn’t the worst, but most of it went to the animals - leaving you with carefully budgeted credits. In fact, it was only because of Boba’s generous overpayments that you’d been able to afford the dress you were wearing. It was simple, really, a deep olive green that you couldn’t help but notice would nicely match his beskar.

But now you were overthinking that, too.

Would he think you were stupid, for matching his colors? Or would he be offended, even? Perhaps he would take it the wrong way, even though you weren’t sure what wrong way that would be? You nervously nibbled at one of your nails, thoughts swirling, as the gate began to open with a mechanical grating that resembled a scream.

It opened to reveal Boba’s right hand, Fenenc - the master assassin eyeing you with a small smirk. You’d never seen her this close - always at a distance, at Boba’s side. Your gaze dropped to the massive blaster rifle in her gasp, but she merely beckoned you inside with her free hand.

“He’s waiting for you,” her voice was dry, but not entirely unkind - she seemed to note your color choice with a slight tilt of her head, eyebrow quirking with another smirk, before turning and walking away. “Follow me.”

You nodded, heartbeat pounding in your ears, as you followed the woman through the maze that was the palace’s interior.

This was the second time you’d been inside, and you found yourself absentmindedly wondering how the rancor was doing. That…and what you were getting into. Dinner sounded safe enough, but you weren’t sure what to expect - nor did you fully understand Boba’s interest in you. But you supposed there was only one way to find out.

“Wait a moment,” Fennec stopped before a flight of stairs that descended into another room, standing in front of you as a stranger pounded up the stairs with a string of curses.

You flinched as he passed, recognizing his garb as that of a merchant, and frowned at Fennec in confusion once the man stormed out of earshot.

“Must not have liked Boba’s terms,” the assassin shrugged with a roll of her eyes. “Should be clear now.”

She descended the stairs and you followed, heart pounding in your throat as you stepped into the massive room. Your gaze immediately fell upon the throne, large and imposing - and the figure who sat upon it: Boba Fett.

He looked like a king - armored frame larger than life, seated confidently, muscled thighs spread…you swallowed, your nervousness hitting in waves as you stopped before him.

Boba had removed his helmet and was pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. You knew very little about the inner workings of life as a daimyo, but it was clear that it was…complicated.

“Your date’s here, boss,” Fennec shot another wry look at you, and Boba looked up before you could hide your nervous blush at her choice of wording.

The moment his dark eyes met yours, his lips curved in a fond smile, a light dancing in his irises despite his apparent exhaustion. Stars, what exactly did you mean to him?

“Hello, little one,” he stood, helmet tucked securely under his left arm, eyes never leaving you as he descended. “I’m honored you wanted to return.”

“Of course,” you dipped your head in a gesture of respect, heartbeat still hammering away when he stopped before you. “Thank you for your hospitality, Mr Fett.”

“Please, call me Boba,” his voice was so warm it prompted you to meet his gaze, only finding a warm fondness in those dark amber eyes. “You look beautiful.”

“I - thank you, Boba,” you felt another blush flaring your cheeks despite your best efforts to keep your wits about you, and he offered an arm with a gentle smile.

“I hope you’re hungry, the chef went a little…overboard,” he nearly smirked, that light dancing in his eyes despite the danger you knew they held.

You placed your arm on his, once again noting how warm and solid he was - yet another reminder that this was real, and not a dream. He dipped his head at Fennec and led you down the hall to a dining room - a massive spread of food stretching across the long table. Your eyes widened at the sight, and Boba chuckled, the sound rumbling through your chest.

“You weren’t kidding,” you couldn’t help but smirk as he led you to the table, pulling out a chair for you. “This is…so nice, I don’t want to inconvenience you.”

“You aren’t,” he sat beside you, at the head of the table with a soft shake of his head, pointedly meeting your gaze with a hunger that spoke of more then the dinner you were about to partake of. “I’m…glad you wanted to come back.”

You sensed a certain degree of surprise in his tone, and you nearly frowned, wondering if he thought you wouldn’t. Maybe it was because he was aware of his reputation. Or perhaps his status? Did he think you weren’t interested? You weren’t sure, but he’d proven so far that he could be kind despite his blood soaked past, and you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him in a way you’d never felt with anyone before.

“Of course I wanted to, I-“ you were interrupted when your comlink beeped in the pocket of your satchel, and you blinked, wondering who the kriff would be trying to contact you. “Sorry about that, anyway-“

It beeped again, this time in rapid succession, and you met Boba’s inquisitive gaze with a shrug. Great, just great. Of all the times to be interrupted - the ONE time you actually were on a date - (if that’s what this was?) someone had to interrupt you.

“It’s okay, you should take it,” he watched you with an understanding nod, seeming genuinely concerned, so you nodded, fishing it out of your purse with a slight frown.

When you answered, you immediately recognized your friend, Kali, who had been willing to watch the animals for the night.

“Hey - I’m so sorry to interrupt, but one of the banthas is sick.” Her voice was frantic, crackling over the line, and you frowned, concern twisting in your gut. “I think she’s dying.”

“What? The female? She was doing so much better. What symptoms?” You leaned forward in your chair, heart pounding, a cold chill rushing down your spine. No, not now…

“She won’t get up, seems to have a fever. Won’t drink any water either,” Kali’s voice grew soft, scared. “She was like this when I got here, I don’t know what happened…”

Oh kriff, you couldn’t loose her. You’d worked so hard to nurse her back to health…

“It’s okay, I’m sure you did your best,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with a shudder. “Keep an eye on her, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

You dropped to comlink in your satchel with a sigh, dropping your face to your hands, elbows propped on the table in an assuredly unladylike fashion - weariness settling in your shoulders. How embarrassing. This wasn’t good. But how were you…

“Need a lift?” Boba’s voice interrupted your chaotic spiral of thoughts, and you looked up to find him watching you with no small degree of concern. “I can get you back to the clinic.”

“Oh stars, I don’t want to inconvenience you, I’m so sorry,” you gestured at the spread of food with a heavy sigh. “You’ve done so much, I don’t want to waste it.”

I don’t want to leave, you wanted to say.

But Boba seemed to understand. He stood, keeping his eyes on you as he extended an arm to help you from your chair.

“A sick animal takes priority. Besides,” his warm hand enveloped yours as you stood, and he wrapped an arm around your back, face so close to yours that you could have kissed him. “Any time spent in your company is worthwhile. And I happen to know a thing or two about banthas.”

-

Boba’s speeder slowed to a stop in front of your clinic, but you didn’t want to let go of him yet.

You sat behind him, arms wrapped around his chest, and had dared to tuck your chin against his shoulder to ward off the cool desert night air. You couldn’t help it - he was so warm, strong, and grounding…

His deep, rumbling chuckle roused you from your thoughts and you finally broke away, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he helped you off the bike.

“Sorry…” you tried to mask your muddled thoughts with a smile as you headed to the door, Boba ever present at your side.

“No apology needed,” he quirked a brow at you as you unlocked your door, a small smirk on his lips. “You can hold on to me as long as you’d like later, if you want.”

Your cheeks burned with a furious blush as you entered the clinic, Boba stepping in behind you. It was minimally lit, and you turned toward your stairs with a sigh.

“I’ll be right back. Can’t help a bantha in this,” you gestured at your dress with a sigh. “Though I can wear it next time I come to the palace…that is, if I haven’t worn out my welcome.”

Boba’s eyes burned in the dark, but he nodded, ever the gentleman.

“You never could, little one,” he kept his helmet tucked at his side, head dipping in a small nod. “I’ll be waiting.”

You felt impossibly weak-kneed at his low, husky voice - the endearing term making your heart beat even faster. Stars, the things this man did to you…he’d barely touched you, and yet you were nearly putty, trying your best to walk up the stairs without betraying the tremor in your step.

If it had been any other man with you, alone here after hours, you would have felt afraid. But not with Boba. He stood silently by the door, keeping a respectful distance, but you felt his gaze locked on you like a gentle caress as you ascended to your rooms.

-

Boba Fett was in trouble.

He’d been in many rough scrapes in the past: deals gone wrong, bounties doing anything and everything to try to escape, other bounty hunters double-crossing him, the sarlacc…

But this was an entirely different, and new, sort of trouble - and it came in the form of the lovely woman currently inspecting a very, very sick bantha.

You’d changed into a simple shirt and pants, but he found you just as alluring, if not more so, a tough creature of Tatooine…and yet, somehow still a beautiful flower. He watched you, keeping these thoughts to himself for the time being, as he ran a gentle hand through the creature’s thick fur.

“She has a fever, but this medicine should help,” you injected a needle’s contents, brows furrowed in concentration. “She was just fine earlier…”

“That’s not your fault,” he regarded you with a small smile, keeping his tone gentle for both you and the beast. “She’s strong. You both are.”

You smiled, and stars, it was bright like the suns themselves - it nearly took his breath away. He fell silent, thoughts twisting down a darker path, one he hadn’t wanted to face. He knew anyone connected to him would always be at risk…balancing on a knife’s edge between life and death. He’d managed, for so long, to avoid any attachments beyond what were necessary. But that had changed after the sarlacc - his tribe had helped him see the truth: that he didn’t need to be alone. And try as he might to avoid a path that could only lead to sorrow, he took them in as if it were second nature…Fennec, the mods, Krrsantan…

And now you.

You, who took his breath away the moment he’d first met you. Had captivated him in a way no one ever had. Who unknowingly held his heart in your hands despite his best attempts to fight it. You could destroy him, he knew. You could be the chink in his armor, a weakness that could get both of you killed…

But damn, he was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. There were worst ways to go, he supposed. But still…he didn’t want to pull you into something that you didn’t want, nor did he want to see you hurt…

“There. All done.” Your voice broke through the storm in his mind, and he looked up, meeting your inquisitive gaze. “You okay? I’m sorry if this bored you…”

Bored? He regarded you with a small smile, pushing his worries back down for now.

“I could never be bored with you, mesh’la.” He stood, helping you to your feet once you’d gathered your supplies. “Will she make it?”

You nodded, another blush creeping on your cheeks, only causing his smile to deepen.

“She will, thank you for your help, Boba,” you met his gaze earnestly, lips curved in a tired smile. “Hope this didn’t ruin our date too much…that is, if that’s what this is.”

“Only the first of many, I hope,” he gently took your arm and kissed your knuckles, never breaking eye contact. “You certainly did not.”

“Good.” You dipped your head shyly, hesitating for a moment, before broaching the space between you to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you. For everything. Also…I’m free again tomorrow evening, did we want to try dinner again?”

Maker, you made him feel like a man years younger…he couldn’t help but be swept along for wherever this took you both.

“Anything for you, princess.”

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Idolification.

Pairing: Yandere!Itadori Yuuji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 5.0k.

TW: No Curse/College AU, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Prolonged Stalking, (Unintentional) Emotional Manipulation, Oral Sex, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader's 27, Yuuji's 22), Intimidation, Brief Mommy Kink, Pepper Spray, and Obsessive Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry.”

“It was an accident, you don’t have to—” Yuuji was cut off by another splash of milk, quickly followed by another jet of water. Her makeshift treatment was harsh, the temperature alternating unpredictably between ice cold and scalding hot, but Yuuji took the abuse with a smile that was almost bright enough to distract you from the red, aggravated skin around his eyes. Almost. “It’s alright,” he managed, eventually, doing his best not to sound like he was being slowly drowned in your bathtub. “Believe it or not, that’s only the second worst thing I’ve gotten in my eyes.”

Knowing him, it was probably closer to the fourth or fifth, but that did little to ease your guilt. He’d been leaving as you were getting home from your second twelve-hour shift of the week, and from there, it’d been a comedy of errors. He spotted you coming down the hall, haggard and bleary-eyed, and saw the babysitter who’d spent more summers than not keeping him (and, by association, his older half-brother) out of trouble before their family fell off of the face of the planet, and reacted the way Yuuji reacted to most things – with open arms and a contagious smile. You’d looked at him, a far cry from the kid you’d spent so much time looking after, and seen a very strange, very grown man loitering outside of the door to your shoebox of an apartment before charging towards you with a manic expression and, well, you had always wanted an excuse to use the pepper spray you carried near-religiously. It was only a shame it had to be on someone as sweet as Yuuji.

Now, you were on your knees on the floor of your bathroom, your fingers tangled in Yuuji’s hair as your roommate gently waterboarded him with a cartoon of organic oat milk in one hand and your decade-old showerhead in the other. The front of his t-shirt was soaked through, his lung half-flooded at least, but he was still grinning like you’d greeted him with a blank check and a litter of puppies. “Honestly, it’s on me,” he insisted, his enthusiasm too potent not to be genuine. “Miss Shoko mentioned she was living with someone.”

At the mention of your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, your attention shifted to the woman in-question. You weren’t an idiot. After the shock died down, it hadn’t taken long for you to piece together why a young man would be rushing to get out of your apartment while your attractive (albeit, socially dead) roommate was home alone. When she met your prying eyes, you shot her a pointed glare. “Cradle rocker.”

She threatened to turn the showerhead on you, but relented as soon as you flinched away. “He’s in one of my classes,” she muttered, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft groan. “We’re out of milk,” she said, shaking the empty carton. “Let his eyes air-dry. I’ll be in my office – come get me if he starts crying again.”

“I’m a doctor too, y’know.”

“You’ll be a doctor in another year. Right now, you’re an intern.” She eyed Yuuji wearily. “An intern who physically assaults her patients, at that.”

Without any real way to retort, you stuck your tongue out – a gesture Shoko mimicked as she slipped out of the crime scene that was your bathroom. Despite Shoko’s advice, you fished a towel off the nearest rack and handed it to Yuuji, who accepted it with a grateful hum. “I really am sorry,” you repeated, burying your face in your hands. “It’s just, it’s been so long, and you look so different, and god, it’s been—”

“—ten years,” Yuuji filled in, probably tired of hearing you repeat the same two excuses. “I remember, ‘cuz you invited us to your graduation that year. I wanted to go, too, but Gramps got sick and…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with an airy chuckle. “You know how it is.”

“Oh my god,” you gasped. “I loved your grandfather. How is he?”

Yuuji’s smile wavered for the first time. “He passed, actually. A few years ago.”

Fuck.

If the building was going to collapse and bury you in the rubble, that would’ve been the time.

“Sukuna’s doing good, though,” Yuuji went on, kind enough to pretend there hadn’t been a lapse. “He opened a restaurant a few months ago. It’s a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but it’s been keeping him out of the ring.” His expression brightened. “And you’re a doctor! I mean, I knew you would be, but you’re a doctor!”

You felt your face heat up his brother’s name, your eyes falling to the tiled floor. “Almost a doctor. I just started my internship.” And they’d already managed to work you half to death. “You’re in med school, right? Shoko never teaches undergrad.”

“It’s my first semester,” he said with a slight laugh. “It’s harder than I thought it’d be, though. Miss Shoko offered to give me a few pointers, but, y’know—” He sighed, let his head lull back. “I’m starting to think I’m just not smart enough for stuff like this.”

“You shouldn’t say that kind of thing about yourself. You’ve always been—” You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp, clapping your hands together. “If you’re struggling, let me help you study! I have tomorrow off, and I promise, I’m not as strict as Shoko.”

Immediately, he straightened up, your towel still strung around his neck and his smile returned to its full brightness. It only dimmed slightly when he glanced down at his damp shirt. “…there won’t be as much pepper spray this time, right?”

His smile was as contagious as it’d been when he was still a kid, begging you to let him stay up yet another hour past his already-lenient bedtime. Despite his bloodshot eyes and your lingering, only slightly lessened guilt, you found yourself biting back a grin.  

“No pepper spray, this time. I promise.”

~

“Room for one more?”

She glanced over her shoulder as you struggled past the jammed sliding door, taking a moment to evaluate your stiff shoulders and strained smile over the thick frames of her glasses before nodding curtly. Your relief was immediate and all-encompassing. Honestly, you should’ve known better than to do anything but shake your head and flee the country when Yuuji invited you to hang out with a few of his friends, but he’d sworn up and down that it wasn’t a party and promised that you wouldn’t be out of place and pouted in a way you’d never been able to resist. You were starting to think that, no matter how old you got, you’d never learn to say ‘no’ to Yuuji.

The blaring music was only vaguely muffled by the glass, the blurry outlines of other guests playing behind thin curtains. There was a red solo cup in your hand, a lipstick stain on your cheek from a girl who’d passed out half an hour ago, but you were hyper-aware that you were too old to be at a college party with people at least half a decade younger than you, in the best cases. You braced yourself against the balcony railing with a soft groan, crossing your arms and hanging your head low enough to warrant a hum of sympathy from the woman next to you. She held up a box of cigarettes – the cheap kind you and Shoko used to split on the days you had to decide between food and rent – and you accepted her offer with the kind of gratitude you could only assume a starving lion would’ve shown to a limping gazelle.

“Maki,” she said, shaking one into your open palm and fishing a lighter out of her pocket. “You’re one of Itadori’s friends?”

“You could say that.” You let her light you up before taking a shaky drag, the bitter taste a welcome distraction. “I’ve been tutoring him for a few weeks. I think he just invited me as a way to say ‘thank you’.”

Her eyes flashed with recognition, the corner of his lips turning upward for the first time. “You’re the chick who used to babysit him. (Y/n), right?”

“He’s mentioned me?”

“He won’t shut up about you. Every other word out of his mouth is ‘(Y/n) this’ or ‘(Y//n) that’.” She tapped her cigarette against the edge of the railing, sending a few flakes of ash fluttering down to the street below. “Megumi gets it the worst, but we’ve all had to see the fucking pictures.”

“That… that sounds like him.” You forced out a half-hearted laugh, then wavered. “I’m sorry, pictures?”

Maki opened her mouth, but the balcony door was jerked open before she could respond. Yuji appeared in the open entryway, cheeks flushed and grin wide. He drawled your name in a single slur before moving on to more important topics. “We found a—We found a karaoke machine! ‘gumi thinks he can get it running!”

You sent Maki an apologetic look, but she only shrugged, a sliver of a grin. “Better get him tucked in.”

This time, when you smiled back, it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

~

It took a month for Yuuji to start ‘forgetting’ his textbooks when he came over for your little study sessions.

It took three for Yuuji to drop the pretense of studying at all – calling you out to some late-night diner or lethargic early-morning café or, better yet, showing up at your apartment door unannounced and empty-handed with only that unnerving smile and a half-baked excuse to spend time with you.

It took six for his hand to drift just a little lower than your shoulder while you watched some awful, b-rated horror movie on your well-beaten couch. You let him reach your waist before clearing your throat and shifting away, your smile pained.

“I… I think you should probably leave,” you half-mumbled, your voice shaking. “It’s getting late.”

“We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Predictably, Yuuji was undeterred. His persistence used to be endearing, but now, it just felt unfair. “I don’t mind sleeping over, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s not like we’ve never spent the night together.”

A nervous laugh, his hand planted just a little too close to your thigh. “I wish you wouldn’t phrase it like—”

“I mean, I know I’m your type.” It was almost impressive, what he could say with such an innocent expression. His free hand found its way to your other side, pinning you between the arm of the couch and his broad chest. “I know you had a thing for Sukuna, and everyone says we’re practically identical. That means you should be into me too, right?”

“Yuuji,” Your eyes darted to your phone, left absent-mindedly on your coffee table. The urge was there, but it wasn’t like he would actually hurt you. He’d always been a sweet kid – a little overzealous, but that wasn’t a crime. This was just… a bad decision, one you had to stop him from making before he did something he’d regret. “Sukuna is my age, and—”

“I don’t care about that.” He cut in swiftly, definitively. His bright eyes had glazed over, catching the dim light of your T.V. as he leaned in further, as his face came to hover less than a full breath away from yours. “I’ve loved you since I was eight. Can Sukuna say that?”

“That’s not—”

“I know you used to fuck him.” His chest was touching yours, now, his breath hot against your skin. “I know you’d fuck him again, if he was here. I know—”

You didn’t give him a chance to finish. It was a weak blow, simultaneously hesitant and instinctual, but your open palm made contact with his cheek with a deafening crack, his head snapping to the side and putting that much more distance between his body and yours. He moved to cup his swelling cheek, and you took the opportunity to slip out from underneath him and stumble to your feet. “I think you should leave,” you repeated, the words spat hastily enough to blend together. “Please, Yuuji.”

For a second, he didn’t move, didn’t speak.

Then, he turned to face you, his smile wiped away and his expression so blank, you couldn’t remember how you’d ever looked at him and saw anything other than void.

He didn’t say anything, only pushing himself to his feet and shambling out of your living room. You kept your eyes on the ground until his footsteps faded out of earshot, until you heard the front door creak open and slam shut with enough force to shake the walls.

When you were sure he was gone, you collapsed onto your couch and laid motionless while an actress screamed in the background.

~

“Your golden boy’s asking about you, again.”

You groaned, buckling at the waist and burying your face in your arms. Shoko glanced up from the exams she was grading, but whatever sympathy she might’ve felt apparently didn’t warrant the effort it would’ve taken to reach across the table to comfort you. “Satoru’s been getting it, too,” she went on. “That’s how you know it’s bad. I can’t remember the last time someone managed to talk over that narcissist.”

“I’m sorry.” You couldn’t remember how many times you’d already apologized for Yuuji’s recent fixation. “He’s… probably just worried about his grades, or something.”

Her lips quirked into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

“I was helping him study,” you admitted, reluctantly. As much as Shoko had to hear about your unruly patients and patronizing coworkers, you’d been less open about how much time you were spending with a student fresh out of undergrad. “He’s never been that good with school. I used to have to help him with his homework in elementary school, too.”

This time, she decided your conversation was important enough to earn her full attention. “Itadori’s one of my best students.”

You felt your chest tighten. “But, the first time he came over, you were tutoring—”

She said your name, curt and blunt, and you went quiet. With a sigh, she shook her head, dropping her pen entirely. “When was the last time I offered to personally tutor a struggling student?”

You swallowed dryly. “Never.”

“And when was the last time I gave our full address out to literally anyone?”

“Never,” you said, again. After a second, you added, “Well, there was that one time with Iori…”

“Not the point. I know you don’t want to hear it, but the kid’s a creep. You might have to—”

She was cut off by your phone buzzing against the table. Your eyes scanned over the caller’s name scrawled across the dim screen before moving back to Shoko, her gaze now narrowed into a sharp glare. “Don’t.”

And, for a second, you didn’t. You convinced yourself that you wouldn’t. You told yourself that, after you bought Satoru around of drinks as an apology, you’d do… you’d do something about Yuuji, even if you weren’t sure what you could do, just yet.

Then, you let yourself picture the kid you used to watch for a few dollars an hour while his grandfather was sick and his brother was on the other side of town doing something dubiously legal at best, dead in a ditch at worst – all wide eyes and scuffed elbows and lopsided grins. You let yourself remember the way he’d ramble about his day after you picked him up from school, and how excited he was the first time you made it to one of his school’s sports days, and how he’d clung to you and sobbed the day before his family moved to the other side of the country. At the time, you’d been thankful to have one less responsibility, relieved that you’d never have to see Sukuna again. You’d been selfish, even for a kid.

The phone was in your hand in a moment, the call answered in another. You stood as you brought it to your ear, hoping that would be enough to block out Shoko’s mumbled cursing.

“Yuuji?”

~

The silence in your car was thick, nearly suffocating.

It’d been one of Yuuji’s friends calling from his phone – the dark-haired one with the monotone voice, barely audible over the blaring music of whichever nightclub they were standing outside of. He’d asked you to, in his own words, ‘come get your problem child’, and when you’d asked why Yuuji needed you specifically, he’d only handed the phone back to Yuuji and let you listen to a full minute of whining, your name the only coherent thing to make it off of Yuuji’s tongue. Shoko urged you not to go, and yet, twenty minutes later, Yuuji was slumped over in your passenger seat, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in an uncharacteristic frown.

He was less talkative than he’d been on the phone. The clingier stages of his inebriation had passed, leaving room for a disassociated sort of passiveness that meant, even if you’d been brave enough to try and start a conversation, his response wouldn’t be anything worth that kind of effort. By the time you reached his apartment complex, the knot sitting at the pit of your stomach was equal parts dread and second-hand embarrassment, but you tried to keep your tone light as you turned to him. “It’s time to get out, Yuuji.” And then, when he failed to move, “You’re on your own from here.”

He looked at you, eyes unfocused and hands folded almost childishly over his lap. You softened more than you should’ve at the sight. “…do you need help getting home?”

A second of thought, a quick nod. You shouldn’t. You knew that you really, really shouldn’t.

And yet, somehow, you found yourself in front of Yuuji’s door, fussing over the lock as Yuuji clung to your side, his face buried in the dip of your shoulder. He was cooperative enough; able to stand on his own with minimum swaying but not so lucid that it took more than a gentle suggestion to lead him to his bedroom, where he was more than happy to collapse onto his unmade bed. With a shaky exhale, you turned to leave, but something caught on your sleeve – Yuuji’s hand, when you could bring yourself to check.

“Stay,” he mumbled, his voice dampened by the sheets his face was buried in. “Please?”

You felt your throat go dry. “I can’t.”

You expected him to go shrill and whiny, but he proved to be a touch more mature than the ten-year-old you used to babysit. Rather flatly, he asked, “Why not?”

How were you supposed to answer that? Would it be good enough to say that you didn’t want to, that you couldn’t spend your night looking after a drunk kid you’d known a decade ago, that you’d already done more than you should’ve just by giving him a ride? Was it worth trying to talk to him at all when he could barely hold his head up? Would it do anything to soften the burn of the bile rising into your throat to point out that, the last time you’d been in the same room as him, he’d tried to—

No, it wasn’t and it wouldn’t and you had to leave. With your heart racing in your chest, you tried to jerk yourself out of his hold, but his vice-grip only grew tighter, his head rising up from the mattress just enough to let him stare at you with those big, bleary eyes. “Why not?”

“Yuuji, this isn’t—”

He was so, so much stronger than he had been, the last time you’d seen each other. One second, you were on your feet, at his bedside, and the next, you were on the floor of his bedroom, forced onto your hands and knees while Yuuji’s body pressed into yours from above. “I love you,” he said, his voice as steady as it’d ever been. “I love you, and I—Fuck—” He panted against the back of your neck, something uncomfortably stiff grinding against your ass. “It makes me so fucking hard when you say my name like that.”

A hand slipped under the hem of your top, his palm pressing into the small of your back. You moved to speak, then thought better of it, biting into your bottom lip as your anxious squirming turned to full-blown struggling. Yuuji only laughed, the noise airy and affectionate, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you that much closer to him – making it that much more impossible to get away. His free hand worked clumsily at your top; drawing it up and over your head. You fought against it at first, but froze the first time you felt something stretch a little too far, heard fabric tear. This couldn’t happen, but you absolutely couldn’t be stranded in Yuuji’s apartment with no clothes and no way out.

With his face buried in the back of your shoulder, he cupped your chest, catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching with just enough force to draw a low, strained whimper from the back of your throat. “So cute…” He nuzzled deeper into your neck as his touch drifted. Your skirt was drawn downward – a long piece, something you’d thrown on without much thought – then discarded completely, his own shirt wrestled off in the same motion. You felt his fingertips slip under the hem of your panties, but he pulled away and straightened his back, instead. For a second, you let yourself believe that he’d come to his senses, that whatever sick idea he’d gotten into his head had finally worn off, but the arm wrapped around your waist only drew tighter, hauling you off of the floor and into his arms. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the edge of his bed, and Yuuji sunk onto his knees between your open legs.

“I know you’ve probably slept with other people – aside from my brother, I mean. It’d be nice to find out you haven’t, though.” His tone was distant and dreamy. He was still drunk, but not drunk enough for how he’d been acting earlier. Not drunk enough for what he was doing now. He traced the pad of his thumb over your clothed slit, keeping a hand curled around your ankle to keep you in place. “I used to hear you with Sukuna – in his car, and his room, on the couch after you two thought I’d fallen asleep …” He trailed off into an airy laugh. “He likes to show off – always has. If he wasn’t my brother, I think I’d kill him.”

He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss into the inside of your thigh before shifting his attention to your pussy; his tongue laving over the thin material covering your cunt. You were crying, now, openly and audibly – your choked sobs almost loud enough to block out Yuuji’s quiet groans and pleased grunts. However his obsession might’ve made him think he felt about you, your distress didn’t seem to affect his appetite. Your panties were pulled down your legs and slid into some unseen pocket. With the last barrier between you and him gone, he was free to trace his tongue over your slit, to latch onto your clit and suck in a way that made you want to bury your face in your hands and scream. You tried to – crossing your arms over your face, but any sound you tried to make was quickly strangled into a broken moans as his tongue fucked shallowly into your pussy. It was invasive, disgusting, but your body didn’t care. You felt cunt clench around him as his nose ground into your clit, his need for air irrelevant while he spread you open with his tongue. Your thighs clenched shut, attempting to block him out, but his only response was a reverberating groan – and hand on your thigh encouraging you to squeeze him that much tighter.

You couldn’t tell which you hated more; the unwanted stimulation or the fact that your body was reacting to it, heating up where you needed it to go cold. As he sunk further into you, ate you out like a beast starved, you clenched your eyes and willed yourself to go numb, to ignore the sloppy sound of your slick on Yuuji’s lips. It was useless, though, as futile as trying to ignore him in the first place. Your back arched off the bed, legs twitching where they hung limply over his shoulders, and—

 —and Yuuji pulled away with a sharp gasp. He was on top of you before you could process that he was moving, his mouth crashing into yours before you could think to avoid him. The kiss was brutal, rushed; all teeth and tongue and lips shoved against yours with enough force to bruise. The only hint of tenderness was the soft, satisfied noise he let out as his tongue raked across yours, the bright grin painted across his lips when he drew back from you. “It’s alright.” He brought a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and brushing away tears with his thumb. “I’ve slept with other people too, ‘cause I knew I’d need a little practice to catch up with you. Could never go all the way, though. I just thought about you, and…” He blushed, simpered, like he thought he could pass himself off as the shy, lip-biting schoolboy with your slick coating his chin. “I guess I just didn’t really want anyone else to touch me. Not when I knew I’d see you again.”

A horrified sob bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal in your chest. Yuuji didn’t seem to hear it, only sighing as he pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. “You don’t have to do anything,” he muttered, his hands falling to your waist. “I want to take care of you, tonight.”

You watched in stunned, paralyzed horror as he pushed himself to his feet, as he hastily worked off his jeans, his boxers (the dark material already notably stained with proof of his arousal). You made one more feeble attempt to squirm out from underneath him, to get away before his attention turned back to you, but confused and betrayed and so, so exhausted, you didn’t stand much of a chance against Yuuji. All he had to do was glance your way, his expression as warm as it was soulless, to leave you helpless against him.

He was eager enough not to reposition you, not to draw this out with the pretense of romance. With one hand on your hip and the other planted near your head, he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and forced himself into you, bottoming out in a single thrust.

It was agony – pure and unrelenting. Any semblance of gentleness, of restraint fell away as soon as Yuuji was inside of you, as soon as your hyper-sensitive cunt clamped down around his cock. He cursed under his breath before collapsing, his chest pressing into yours as he tried to bury himself that much deeper inside of you, to chase the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth. As hard as you tried not to think about Sukuna, Yuuji hadn’t been lying when he said they were alike. He was just as insatiable as his brother had been any time you let him but his hands on you; just as rough in the way his hips ground into yours between sporadic thrusts. There’d been bruises, the next day. At least Sukuna had been the type to make sure he was gone by the time the damage set in. You doubted Yuuji would be so kind.

“I—I’m sorry,” he managed as he buckled into you. Panting against the dip of your shoulder, he took your hips in his hands and dragged your ass of the mattress, his brutal pace stuttering as he found a new angle to abuse. “Next time—I’ll be gentle next time, I just need to—”

His cock hit something soft and sensitive inside of you. Reflexively, your hands shot to his back, your nails finding skin and tearing. The moan Yuuji let out in response was nothing short of sinful; hitched and guttural, ragged and loud enough to block out the wet, slick sound of his cock pumping into your cunt. “M—” His hand wraps around your thigh, catching you under the knee and dragging it towards your chest, letting him fuck into you that much deeper, that much faster. His face never left the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid to give you space to breathe. “Mommy, ‘m sorry, I need to—”

His teeth sunk into your throat as something hot and thick flooded into your cunt, as your body went stiff and your vision burned white. While his climax was sudden, intense, the peak to a decade’s worth of patience, yours had to be dragged out of you despite your attempts to hold it back, to deny yourself pleasure in the vain hope that it’d somehow be able to convince Yuuji to stop what he’d already finished. It seemed to hold you there in that state of dark, distorted euphoria for minutes – Yuuji’s movements turning slow and languid as he nursed you through your orgasm.

Eventually, mercifully, he went still, going limp above you with his canines still planted in the curve of your neck. If there was any pain, any other unwanted burdens he could force onto you, you were too lost in your own despair to notice, too distant to feel anything other than the mildest tinge of dread as he pulled back, raising his head just far enough to stare down at you, adoration heavy in his eyes and his grin wide and love-struck.

A small, naïve part of you found the sight suffocatingly familiar, while the rest could almost convince itself that you were looking at a stranger.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “friends don’t look at friends that way” prompts

“Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 

“Stop staring at me like that, it’s making me feel things I don’t want to feel.”

“Your eyes are always on them.” “…Are they? I haven’t noticed.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“You look like you want to devour them.” “Shut the fuck up, that is so not true.”

“Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.” 

“You staring at me like that is giving me false hopes so I’m going to need you to stop.”

“So like… Do you like them or something?” “Why would you think that? How could you think that?” “Because you keep staring at them like you’re in love or something.” 

“Stop eyeing them like they’re a piece of snack, you fucking weirdass.” “The fuck? I do not do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I can’t help but stare at you because you’re just so…” “So…?” “Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

[fictionalshippingbean]

Just A Quick Question

So I've been posting Writing Prompt Oneshots for my ship of my au Sans, Cinna and Dream on my Wattpad and was wondering if anyone would be interested if I post them in here?

[5sospenguinqueen]

Sebastian: I hear you like bad boys.

MC: Yeah, I suppose so.

Sebastian: (to Ominis) Tell her.

Ominis: He's literally the worst.