#so I have to keep making a good impression

[cutielando]

thinking about lando’s streams where he played fornite with angryginge and imagine the reading joining in and being better than everyone, and lando being proud n shit. can just imagine angryginge’s comments about it

a/n: i've never played Fortnite, so I don't really know how it works and i'm using the right terminology, but just bear with me

You had heard his booming laugh from the moment you entered your shared apartment. Lando was talking to someone and laughing his heart out in his gaming room, which led you to believe he was most probably streaming.

You had been out and about doing some grocery shopping, leaving Lando at home to work on some simulator runs.

That, apparently, had transformed into streaming with his friends.

You smiled and shook your head, starting to organize your groceries before changing into something more comfortable.

Settling down on the couch after you were finished with everything, you had just put your hand on the remote to put on a show when the door to Lando's gaming room suddenly opened, his eyes immediately landing on you.

"Hey baby" you greeted him, giving him a smile.

He grinned and hurried over to you, taking your face in his hands and kissing you.

"I thought I heard you come in" he mumbled against your lips, making you nod.

"I could hear your laughter before I even opened the door. You streaming?" you asked as you pulled away, fixing the curls that had fallen into his eyes.

He nodded, taking your hand and leading you back to his room with him.

You weren't a stranger to being in his streams. The fans often requested to have you on there with him because you were a much better games than he was and they enjoyed seeing you destroy him and his friends.

The moment you were in the frame, you saw AngryGinge on his screen, laughing and groaning once he saw you.

"Lando, you dirty bastard. Can't compete with me on your own so you have to bring your girlfriend to help ya" he joked, making you laugh at the unamused expression on Lando's face.

He settled in his chair and pulled you down to sit on his lap, letting you get in a comfortable position.

"I don't need Y/N to beat you at Fortnite" Lando argued, making you arch an eyebrow at that.

You and Ginge exchanged a look before you burst into a fit of giggles, something that did not impress your boyfriend.

"I can go if you want, let you prove to Ginge just how good you are without me here" you argued, making a move to get up, but Lando wasn't having it.

He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you in place, which made Ginge huff and you laugh.

The chat was flooding with comments about you two, warming your heart at how much his fans loved and accepted you being with him.

You had been very worried at the beginning about how his fans would take the news that Lando was in a relationship and actually kept it a secret for the first few months. But thankfully, they have been nothing short of supportive ever since you announced it on the internet and after you first interacted with them at the Silverstone Grand Prix.

You felt very thankful for their acceptance, knowing how important Lando’s fans were to him.

Coming back to reality, you watched as your boyfriend and Ginge played a round of Fortnite, cringing every time Lando would mess something up which would always make Ginge laugh.

At one particular point, Lando had got Ginge killed, prompting a rant which sent your boyfriend into a laughing fit, clutching his bell with one hand and your waist with the other.

"Lando, I swear to focking God, you're the worst player I've ever seen" Ginge groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You laughed, which made Lando pinch your side.

"I'm not that bad, am I?" your boyfriend asked, looking at you expectantly.

You turned to face him and cringed, giving him a sheepish smile. Lando scoffed while Ginge's laughter got even louder. "Can't believe my own girlfriend doesn't believe in me" Lando grumbled under his breath.

Giggling, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a loud kiss on the cheek, feeling the blush coming on under your lips.

"You're not bad, baby. You just sometimes lose sight of the big picture and lose focus" you explained, trying to make it sound like you didn't honestly think he sucked at Fortnite.

"Y/N, you play with me. Let's show Lando how it's really done" Ginge suggested, and you turned to look at Lando to see his reaction.

Even though he was partially mad because you and his friend insulted his gaming skills, he wanted to see you kicking Ginge's ass and show the ginger head how it's really done.

"Only if Lando wants me to play" you reasoned, smiling at your boyfriend.

"Oi, Y/N, leave the lad. His ego can take a little beating, that bastard" Ginge commented, making the fans in the chat comment on how funny the whole dynamic between the 3 of you was.

Lando huffed, straightening his back more determined than ever.

"Babe, show him how it's done" he solemnly said, making you nod.

You got more comfortable on your boyfriend's lap, cracking your knuckles as you prepared for the match to start.

Lando couldn't help but admire you as you skillfully dominated the game, looking so effortlessly hot that he felt pride blossom in his chest.

While watching you play with Ginge, his eyes kept shifting towards the chat where fans were literally screaming at how cute you guys were and how good Y/N actually was at the game.

"Y/N! That's not fair, you're cheating mate" Ginge shouted in frustration as he was, once again, beaten by you at his best game.

You giggled, clapping a little as you leaned back against Lando. "You're such a sore loser, Ginge. Just admit it that I'm better than you" you teased, eliciting a laugh from Lando.

Ginge was fuming while the two of you were laughing at his antics, the fans having an absolute field day with the three of you.

"What were you saying about my ego, mate? Seems like you're the one whose ego can't take a proper beating" Lando said, laughing once he saw Ginge flipping him off.

"I hate you guys" he mumbled, while you and Lando were in your own little bubble.

Oh, the sweet taste of victory.

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[nkogneatho]

Y'all know those insecure girlfriends on tiktok when their boyfriend does their makeup accurately, they go “what bitch taught you that?” yeah, Gojo is the male version of that.

He knows he is attractive, and that everyone dotes on him. But you look out of this world. Everybody wants you. Like all of his friends have tried to hit on you a few times. They said it's just playful, but his insecurities kicked in.

One evening, you showed up to one of his totally unserious basketball games with his homies, cheering him every time he dunks.

“Suguru, my girl's watchin'. Gotta show off a bit, yeah?” he smirks, licking his lips his reflexes were so good that barely anyone else could keep up with him. It was like he had drank 10 liters of energy drink with the sudden speed boost.

You hopped in his arms when the match was over, peppering his face with kisses as he enjoyed his victory, showing a middle finger to suguru to which he rolled his eyes.

“you look so cool when you jump so high, toru!” you squealed in happiness. He really did look cool.

“hehe, you liked that, baby? Jumped a little higher just for you.” he kissed your forehead.

“hate to say it, but he is undefeated.” suguru spoke up. “feel like we need to put you on the court, y/n just to distract him so we can win.” your cheeks started burning up at that. You and satoru have been dating for a few months, but you were still not used to the way everyone talks about him as if he's a simp for you. well, he is and should be.

“i would still win though.” your eyes shifted to gojo. You were a little offended at that, even though it was just messing around. It was his habit.

“alright. Let's have a 1v1” the men did not miss the shift of your tone. Suguru knew satoru might be in trouble, while the white haired wasn't worrying about it too much. Because you're not too savvy with basketball aside from what he's taught you, and he is a pro. Sure, you would be mad later, but nothing he can't make up to you.

The boys spread in corners, as you and gojo exchanged a competitive gaze—yours was competitive and his was more of a “i love when you get riled up”—before the match began. The game was not anything serious, so all you had to do was score five points. It was a piece pf cake for gojo but you were being surprisingly competitive. You scored two points just as soon as he did. His homeboys thought that gojo was going easy on you but suguru knew he was struggling. But he lives up to his name and score two points, making him just 1 score away from his sweet victory. There's no way you can win now. If you miss this chance, it's over. But you remembered something someone had taught you and all that “i'd still win though” just pumped up enough adrenaline and oh. my. god.

Gojo's jaw dropped as you shot a three pointer, your lips widening into an evil grin, and all the boys cheered at your win. You were sure they're gonna tease him about today until eternity. Toru was impressed…well, for a few seconds before he hit you with a,

“which motherfucker taught you that? because I don't remember teaching you this yet.” you were laughing but his reaction was genuine.

“hey, c'mon now. don't call me a motherfucker.” suguru slid in, a hand resting on gojo's arm. “i'm a good teacher, aren't I?” he winked at you.

“the fuck? When the fuck did you teach her?”

“last week when we were playing at toji's party.” gojo was too busy playing beer bong at that time.

“thank you, suguru. And you…" you looked at your man, "where is allat “but I'd still win though” attitude?” you mocked him.

“ight fine. you got me. i was just messin' around and ya'know that. don't get mad at me, baby,” he snaked an arm around your waist. “we're both winners. We gotta celebrate properly, right?” he leaned closer to your ears.

“now let's see who wins in the bedroom, tonight. hmm? You know i gotta settle the score, princess.”

[coralwitchsheep]

I've missed you

A/N: Y'all, I finished it. THANK GOD. Anyways I hope yall enjoy. Thank you so much for the support 🙏🙏🙏. I also wanna thank @fuxuannie for her support and guidance.

Kenji Sato was a greatly known man. Always known for his skills in baseball, which he never really tried to deny (very humble). You were his childhood best friend, the friend that he always looked forward to playing with after school, or FaceTime once he moved to America. The change was hard on both of you, but you moved on from it. You ended up drifting, only seeing each other while your mom's FaceTimed, and even then, you just exchanged a few "Hi's" and went back to your business. Life moved on for you two. He became a successful baseball player, and you became a journalist. You admired him from afar, and he focused on his career.

"Mr. Sato, what was the reasoning you came back to start from the beginning?" That was a personal question. "I'm sorry, what's your name?" The mention of your name was enough to stun him for a few seconds before he returned to his charismatic persona. Obviously, he had to leave before answering the question, but you were one of the things that occupied his mind that night after handing over the job to the KDF.

Maybe you were being overdramatic? It's not like you should make a big deal out of it. Who cares? You've only been the bestest friends. It's not like you think about him 24/7 wondering if you'll ever rekindle your relationship. And yet, the sinking feeling when he leaves the room still haunts you. How can he leave so easily? Does he even remember you? All of your inside voices continue to pick at you until you're interrupted by a thump. You looked around to find that the thump came from outside your window. Now, being a lady and a not very strong one at that, this obviously stirred some panicking. Picking up a random heavy object and slowly approaching the window. You pulled up your blinds just to find a sheepish Kenji on your roof, waving through the window?

You obviously let the man inside, not sure if he was going to be able to not fall off your roof. He slid into your room, looking at you sheepishly as he sat down on the edge of your bed. "Hi..".

The air was so thick with tension that you could slice through it with a knife.

"So... how'd you figure out where I live?" You asked, low-key concerned. "I didn't, I just thought maybe you'd still be at your childhood house? There was a 50/50 chance it would be either you, either a stranger, and I'd get arrested." He half joked. You cringed internally at the fact that you were still in your parents' household.

Hesitantly, you took a seat next to him. You just sat like that until he quietly spoke up. "Have you been well?" You gave a shrug, "pretty good, not as well as you though, Mr. Sato.". He scoffed at your words. "Oh please, it's always been Kenji to you. And plus, I've read some of your published work, very impressive might I add."

Your heart skipped a beat at his last sentence. "You've read my work?" "Oh yeah, read it straight away. I've been keeping track of your articles."

He hasn't forgotten you. He hasn't forgotten you. You gulped down the emotions that lumped in your throat, trying to steady your voice before speaking. "What about you, big shot? You've been the biggest deal around here, not to mention America."

He chuckled and nodded. The tension seemed to ease up a bit, both of your shoulders relaxing as you felt more comfortable around one another. That was until your mother burst into your room. "(NAME) YOU HAVE BOY IN HERE?" Both of you jumped, clearly startled, Kenji almost falling off your bed. Her eyes widened at the image of Kenji. "Kenji, my sweet boy! (Name), why didn't you tell me Kenji was here? My dear, are you hungry?" She gushed over him until both of you ended up in the kitchen eating at the table with the whole family.

The mood was completely carefree and light as you and the famous baseball player kept bantering over how one of you farted in class during an important exam, your parents and siblings indulging in the jokes. At the end of the dinner, Kenji decided it was time for him to go, and you opted to walk him home. Your mother gave him a container full of food before squeezing him in a hug.

You chuckled at the scene, still breathing out laughs as you walked slowly, having him trail behind you until catching up with a quick jog. He smiled fondly as he looked over to you. "Your mom's still the same. Her food is still delicious too.." He trailed as he looked deep in thought. The night air was cool and breezy, the city lights lighting up the area. "Yeah, she missed you. A lot." You chuckled. You kept walking, looking straight until you heard him speak. "I've missed you." This caused a little stutter in your step, stopping to look back at him. Your heart raced as you stared at his expression, hoping to find only sincerity. "I thought you would've forgotten about me." You quietly whispered. "How could I?" He asked. His tone held sincerity and longing, and his eyes held sadness. "The kids were mean, always talking. I haven't had many friends." Your heart sank at his confession. You didn't think he'd have a hard time there. "They were talking?" "Talking about how I don't belong there. How I should leave. I just had to make them talk about something else." Your eyes pooled at the thought. Without thinking, you rushed to hold him in an embrace. In an instant, he wrapped his arms around you. "I'm so glad you're back.." you whispered into his chest. That night, you walked to his place, arm in arm, talking about all the changes in your lives. You talked about happy changes, sad changes, and most importantly, current ones. The present change was your relationship and how you've grown. Maybe it won't be like the one in the past, but maybe it's not such a bad thing. You won't be just little kids. You'll be adults who have their own lives, own thoughts, and wills. Who knows, maybe it will flourish into something more?

Yall, I was GASPING trying to edit this. Smh. Please comment if you want part 2. And please tell me if I did fine.

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 SUPERNATURAL danielle marsh x reader

↳ warnings idol!au stream supernatural!!

he vividly remembers danielle mentioning that ador is debuting a soloist, her remembers how excited she was about it, she couldn’t wait to have a new person under her entertainment and seeing her excitement made him excited as well.

who knew one soloist could ruin everything.

as soon as she debuted her name was everywhere, her face was everywhere, her songs were trending, brands were already wanting her and it’s been a while since a soloist has gotten this successful making it all more impressive.

her remembered how danielle rushed into his dorm and turned on the tv to show him the music video, there was a bright smile on her face, you would think the young girl on the tv hung the stars in the sky with how much danielle was obsessing over her.

“isn’t it so good?” she asked him leaning into his side

it was good really good, he understood why the girls name was everywhere, “your company really knows how to do concepts huh?”

danielle giggled in response, “I’m meeting her tomorrow to film a dance with her, I’m so nervous isn’t she pretty?”

“not as pretty as you.”

✮

“yn was so nice yesterday,” danielle said on their date, “I was so nervous, I wonder if she realized, that’s so embarrassing.”

“she probably didn’t,” he said squeezing her hand.

“hopefully,” she responded before her eyes trail behind him and widening, “oh my, she’s here.”

he turned around and indeed she was, yn in all her glory walking into cafe with who looked like her mangers trailing behind her “oh.”

she stood nice and pretty while one of her managers ordered her eyes trailing to side only to make eye contact with him and danielle, he could hear danielle gasp when yn tapped her manager before signaling something.

they watched as yn made her way over to the table giving danielle a bright smile, “dani! hey,”

the way danielle’s face heated up you’d think she was sick, “h-hey yn, what a coincidence seeing you,” she says trying her best to keep eye contact with the new idol.

“it is…” yn starts to say something but then looks at him and back at danielle, then a small smile makes its way to her face a teasing one, “are you guys..”

her furrows his eyebrows when danielle straightens her posture and cuts off yn, “what brings you here?” she asks laughing nervously.

he watches as yn and danielle have a conversation in front of him like he isn’t there, “well I better get going the drinks are probably ready, I would invite you but I wouldn’t want to ruin your date.”

yn gives danielle pat on the shoulder and turns away but is cut off by danielle getting up from her seat, “wait!”

“huh?”

“we were actually warping up, I would love to join you.” he looks at danielle confused and she gives him a look that says please I want to be her friend.

he reluctantly nods his head and then looks at yn, “yeah we were just wrapping up, go have fun.”

yn just gives him a nod and links her arm with danielle who flashes him a smile before rushing off with yn.

he sits in his seat for a while going over the recent events, that was weird, maybe he was just looking too into it, that’s what danielle would probably tell him.

✮

he definitely wasn’t too into it.

danielle wasn’t answering his calls all day, so like what a good boyfriend would do he immediately went to the new jeans dorms to check on her.

the door opens the reveal hanni, she gives him an awkward smiles and doesn’t invite him in immediately, “hey bro, what are you doing here?”

he stuffs his hands in his pockets, “just checking on danielle, she hasn’t answered my texts all day.”

hanni awkwardly scratches her neck and looks off to the side, “oh really? that’s weird…”

the way she said it threw him off.

“yeah, it is weird she always answers, do you know where she is?”

“do I? I do!” hanni fidgets and he’s starting to get really concerned.

“hanni…are you okay?”

“yes! of course I am why wouldn’t I be, dani is in her room come in!”

he slowly walks in and heads towards danielle’s but is stopped by hanni.

“knock first, you know.”

“um, okay.”

he makes his way to danielle’s and he hears her laughs and giggles which is pretty on the nose for the girl.

hearing the girls laugh made him completely forget anything hanni said and opens her door.

honestly what he didn’t expect to see yn the new superstar on his girlfriends bed laying on her head on danielles legs both of them in cute matching melody and kuromi pjs.

both girls look up, yn raises a brow at the man while danielle looks at him panicked.

there’s silence before yn awkwardly clears her throat, “hey…”

“hey…”

danielle carefully lifts yn’s head from her legs and gets up from her bed walking towards him and grabbing his hand and pulling him out the room with her closing her door carefully.

“hey, what are you doing here?”

he looks at her door before shrugging, “I’ve been calling me texting you all day and it was unlike you to not answer so I decided to check on you, I was worried but you seem perfectly fine.”

“you called and texted?” danielle askes before giving him an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry, it’s just I invited yn to sleepover today so I’ve been hanging out with her, I guess I got too caught up with her.”

“oh really?” he asks, “yn just seems to be everywhere huh? on billboards, on the tv and with my girlfriend?”

“it’s not like that and you know that.” danielle sighs before grabbing both of his hands, “I’m sorry and I will make it up to you.”

“promise?”

“I promise, now stop being dramatic and go back home,” she giggled.

maybe he was being dramatic.

✮

he wasn’t being dramatic.

he sits with his members as he watches yn perform at the award show everyone screaming and singing the lyrics to her her songs including new jeans who sits in front of them.

he watches his now ex girlfriend and her group sing along to their company mates songs, dancing and screaming her name.

“this must be painful,” his member whispers to him as the rest of them dance and sing to the voice, “she really stole your girlfriend huh?” he teases.

“shut up.”

she really did steal his girlfriend and it’s like it can’t escape the both of them because of how popular new jeans and yn is alone.

screw you ador.

yn had to be supernatural with how fast she stole danielle, she just had to be.

[packsvlog]

saw ur headcanon itch and wanted to scratch it

headcanons for new boyfriend gojo, toji or nanami?! 💞

damn im kinda in luv with u for sending this so quick, or whatever…

so, for new boyfriend i’m guessing recent relationship, right? cause i like the way you’re thinking, so let’s go.

ps: i try to make things normal, but i always create a plot, i’m so sorry (i’m not).

GOJO, TOJI & NANAMI AS NEW BOYFRIENDS. ⋆.˚

✶ 𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬: foul language / sexual innuendo on toji / reader has no gender.

✶ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

──── ✎ ° ⋆ GOJO SATORU, the helpless fool in love.

First of all, Gojo as a new boyfriend is a different person than Gojo as a boyfriend of many years, for the simplest reason of he does not not how to be a one. He knows how to be a friend or best friend, not to be biased by my own ships (stsg) but I don’t think Gojo is the type of guy to fall for a stranger — he needs connection, thrives of being know.

Your relationship with Gojo as best friends is quite normal, he acts as a child, you scold him for it, and one day out of the loop of normalcy, he catches himself eager for your judgmental stare and scoff. And you also notice how his mischievous smirks and absolute terrible pranks are always on you. You are the one to notice his crush, so you flirt back.

Enters the shocked Satoru, because canonically he gets no bitches, even if he is gets a lot of attention (from middle school girls) and has a cocky personality.

Your first date started terrible. I’m so sorry to be the breaker of such news, but as said before, Gojo doesn’t know how to be a boyfriend. He thinks that everything in life can be easily scripted, not noticing that you, as his best friend, doesn’t need to be impressed.

So, Satoru keeps telling you about his grande missions (forgetting you were there, fighting as good as him) or funny jokes (that you helped him make). He gets nervous when you kindly point it out, but you’re sweet with him, grabbing his hands and taking control of the talk, him following your lead. It kinda becomes a little something in your relationship, when Gojo gets lost, you light his way.

Soon, his nervousness goes away and you’ll be back to having your best friend, that now kisses you from time to time (all the time).

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUSHIGURO TOJI, the one who finally wins a bet.

Toji is the type to use dating apps and swipe right for the girls that pose with nice cars, or in trips all over the world — he wants to have a girl with money so he can gamble more, he is not a good boyfriend material, sorry.

But you are no dating app type of girl (sometimes you slip, but that’s unimportant). You’re just a hitman, that Toji catches talking with Shiu, he tries to hit on you, and you hit him, with your fist! It’s a match!

He is pissed off but not as much as he is intrigued. You have money, he knows that, but don’t get him wrong, your right hook send this man into a spiral of thoughts, he is already begging for you.

You know of Toji, his name spreads like wildfire in your line of job, he is a murderer and a bit crazy doing his work and way of spending his earning, but his looks outstanding him a lot. So, you make a bet, he stop gambling for a year, and you give him a chance.

You knew this was never going to happen, an addicted don’t stop so quick, and you barely see the guy. You think you are not an effort to be made.

Shocking the whole population and making gamble games loose a comically large quantity of money (he really will me missed), Toji keeps his word and now he is coming to make you pay for yours — a date is set!

As a new boyfriend, Toji needs to be reminded he is in a relationship. Sorry to say it, but it takes him four months to delete his dating app, he wasn’t using it, but it never clicked in him to do that. Toji also very much dates at home for the sole purpose of not leaving the room, you have to threaten him lots and lots for the guy to remember restaurants exists.

He sucks at first, but he is good at what he does with you, so you keep letting him get away with his slack of boyfriend duties, until you give him an ultimatum.

Now, remember that one year Toji kept himself busy with work and no gambling? You can say he has a large amount saved, and to shut your pretty ass up, he is spending with you — he takes you to Korea, buys whatever you set your eyes on, restaurants every day and bed bagging on the wall every night.

He is an asshole, but he can do a pretty job when his lovely partner threatens him.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ NANAMI KENTO, the one who fumbled first.

Nanami Kento is like the prize of life. Not to make a man the center of yours, but you can’t say you are not winning when this hunk of a male specimen who treats women with respect beyond the minimum is yours.

Women, men, everyone is fighting for him. You remember very well the eyes burning you whenever he was talking with you, specially Gojo’s six, prior dating.

Nanami is the set in stone exemple of how to be a perfect guy. But let’s make one thing clear, he did not liked you at first. Not because sometimes you can be weird like Satoru, is because he terribly wanted you, but he hates the idea of dying and you as well — both sorceress.

Contrary to popular belief and shocking a whole nation, Nanami Kento fucks up pre dating, ladies and gentleman. He shows up one day at job saying he is going on a date with a baker from his favorite shop.

You slip a few tears before moving out of the room. He sees them, and he hates himself for it. You both were almost dating, that’s why it hurts.

That night, while crying and eating ice cream and watching “How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days”, Nanami Kento knocks at your door, and soon as you open, he is kissing you. He never went to the date, he could never want anyone but you.

Your relationship, despite all of this, starts wonderfully. This man worships you, he makes sure you know how much he loves and care for you, there is no space for insecurities because he is filling everything with his love — you’re drowning in Nanami’s affection.

There is too many dates, too many flowers, too many trips. And this man does not work a lot, he hates to work, the clock hits his hour and he is out the door (curses get eliminated quickly). He is always coming home to you, no one can stop Nanami from falling into your arms.

As a punishment, he is forbidden from going to his favorite bakery — he doesn’t mind (he misses the onion bread so much).

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Slight Spoilers for Penacony's Story Quest

I keep thinking about this one dialogue option somewhere in the Penacony Quest, where if you ask Aventurine to give you more money, he immediately sends you more, which led me to think about how Yandere!Aventurine would most definitely love to spend as much money on you as he can as a way of convincing you to stay with him, which led to this little drabble. Enjoy!

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Aventurine loves to take you shopping.

Whether it's the gilded streets of Oti Mall or the luxury departments of Pier Point, as long as the price tags are exorbitant and the clothes are high quality, Aventurine loves to take you on shopping sprees. Together, the two of you peruse store after store, boutique after boutique, shop after shop. Try and ask the gambler why and he’ll only flash you a casual smirk, drawing you closer to him and interlacing one of his hands with yours. “Do I need a reason why, love?” He questions, pulling you towards him gently and guiding you to the elevator of his penthouse. 

He can still recall the look in your eyes when he first invited you out to dinner in Pier Point. Aventurine had planned the date perfectly by getting a reservation to some state-of-the-art interactive dining experience that would surely impress you. However, once the two of you had been seated at your table, he saw you looking at your menu, eyes full of fear at the long trains of zeros preceding every item. It was a sight he’d never forget. Instantly, he told you he would pay for it all, and despite your best protests, nothing could stop him from giving the server his card

Tonight you and him are back in Pier Point, revisiting some of your favorite shops. Or rather, the shops that garnered the most wide-eyed reactions from you after entering them for the first time. You were never forthright about the shops and brands you liked, as if you didn’t want to return and buy more from them. No matter. Aventurine is always careful to gauge your reactions, a smile falling on his lips every time he sees that starstruck innocence in your gaze.

Your pure soul is so fragile. He could shatter it with a single breath. A flick of a finger. A silent stare. He knows firsthand how quickly that golden glow can fade away. So can’t he just have this? Him and you attached at the hip, the perfect image of lovers in every passing stranger’s eyes; completely in sync, moving to rhythms and melodies only he and you can hear.

He’s well aware that his grasp on you in this dance may be too tight and controlling as he forces you along with him in this spiritual tango, but he has good intentions. He knows it. You know it. It’s why you let him care for you, let him pick out your outfits and take care of your finances. Aventurine knows best. After all, he’s seen the worst parts of the world and climbed out of his own personal slice of hell. The universe is a cruel place and all he wants to do is shield you from it all by protecting the gold in your heart and the stars in your eyes. The boutiques are all devoid of anything befitting of your beauty, not that Aventurine cares. It just means he gets to go order something custom-made, tailored to fit you and match him perfectly, arguably even better than going out and buying something from a store. While it pleases him enough to know he’s paying for you, when he sees you all dressed up and matching him to a T in shades of green and gold–well, that’s an entirely different level of satisfaction.

As you begin the walk back to Aventurine’s penthouse apartment, the gambler is already looking online for new designers to contact. You ask him why he’s doing this. Once again, a soft smirk plays on Aventurine’s lips. “For starters, you look gorgeous in them,” he says, squeezing your hand a little tighter as the two of you fight your way through boulevards bustling with people. “It also makes it easier to find you in crowds when you’re all dressed up,” he adds, pausing for a moment. “And I don’t want to lose you, my love.” Aventurine lifts your hand up, softly whispering his words against the skin of your knuckles before he presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand.

For a moment, there’s a slight tremor in his voice, his hand clenching even tighter around your own. It’s as though he’s afraid that if he relinquishes his hold on your hand, he won’t just lose you in the crowd, but forever.

The unspoken reason–that he likes to make sure everyone knows you’re his lover–lingers in the air around you like arms around your shoulders.

[ghouljams]

The 141 music thing just makes me think of soap having a hook up at a punk concert with a pretty little drummer. (Also ur ocs fronting an all female punk band)

ONLY BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT THEYD ALL PLAY. (Moon is a bass player I know this in my heart, underappreciated by fans and easily bullied)

(Birdie is lead vocals and lead guitar, Goose is on drums, Bee is second guitar, Duck manages)

Cw for MAJOR dubcon and oral(f!receiving)

You usually keep your head down during sets. Your eyes on your fingers, nodding to the beat the drummer lays down, keeping time with your body. You look up only to check in with the rest of your band, occasionally you catch one of them doing something stupid and smile to yourself. Your drummer throws her broken sticks into the crowd and you wander over to your standing mic to contribute your less than stellar voice to the chorus. Although you suppose punk doesn't necessarily need the best vocals in the world, and you still consider yourself a small time band(despite the people packed like sardines into the pit) so you're not really trying to impress anyone.

You glance at the crowd. There's some guy leaned against the stage, with blue eyes and a mowhark, and a smattering of piercings you'd bet money are hand poked. He catches your eye and grins, blinding you more than the lights ever could. You look down at your bass quickly.

"Come oan hen, gimme a glare," he yells, almost as loud as the music. You take a beat to flip him off. It only seems to egg him on. "Lemme lick your cunt," he yells again, leaning as far over the edge of the stage as he can. You fumble the next chord and raise your foot to stomp on the fingers that creep onto the wood.

His hand moves too quick, sliding out of the way before grabbing your ankle. You drop another chord, your fingers fumbling over the strings. The firm grip he has on you squeezes tight, before pulling away. His smile has too many teeth, feels more predatory than friendly. Your cheeks burn. Your drummer, Goose, throws her stick at him and yells. The thunk of wood against this guy's forehead brings you back to the present. One of your roadies, the big one Goose hooks up with, grabs the guy by the shoulders and drags him out of the pit. What a fucking asshole.

You go out back for a smoke after the show. The adrenaline of performance makes your skin buzz, you still feel twitchy in your fingers and your ears still ring from the amps. It's a great feeling, one you wish you could hold onto. The cigarette doesn't help, but it does feel good. The side door opens, metal creaking as people file out of the establishment. You tip your head back and watch the smoke swirl towards the starry sky.

"There you are." A deep voice calls from the doorway. You turn your head, cigarette poised at your lips. It's the guy from the pit, his teeth on full display.

"Fuck off," you turn back to your smoking, ignore the way he steps towards you. You try not to let your shoulders raise defensively. Guys like this are always all bark and no bite, show a little aggression and they run back home to mommy.

"That any way to talk to a man on his knees?" You can imagine it's a smile in his voice, but it would be just that, imagined. There is a warning in his tone, a baring of teeth that drips down your spine and settles warm in your stomach. You turn to look at him again, tip your head ever so slightly when you find him standing far too close, far too suddenly.

"You're not-"

He drops. His knees hit the pavement with a solid thunk, and almost as quickly his hands are ripping at the plaid skirt secured tight around your hips. Some old catholic school thing you'd grabbed at the thrift store, it felt good burning cigarette holes in it and imagining it as a 'fuck you' to the nuns that made your life hell. Now the holes only seem to give purchase to this man's fingers helping him tear at the fabricbefore pushing it up. Your hands fly to his face, pushing at him with a shriek and a heavy swear.

"What the fuck are you doing!" You yelp, scrambling away and bumping into the rough brick of the venue behind you. You glance to the mouth of the alley and find the view blocked by a dumpster. Your breath comes short and quick, your skin burning with anger.

"Exactly what I promised," the man hums, his fingers hook the lace of your panties and rip the seam in one firm yank, "licking your cunt."

Your words die on your tongue, his thumbs peal your folds apart, and suddenly it's humiliation burning on your cheeks. His thumbs smooth over your skin, letting him get a good look at you. He leans forward and you raise onto your toes, push at his head, try to squirm away from the heavy inspection of your hole. His hands grab your hips, iron as he forces you back into place. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, his eyes focused wholly on your cunt. His cheeks are red, the blue of his iris eaten away by his pupils.

"Fuck me, look at you," He breathes, "bonnie, bonnie," he leans close and you try to no avail to lift away again, his lips press tenderly to your bare cunt and you freeze, "bonnie pussy. Steamin' hell I'd die a happy man buried in you."

You push at his head and it only serves to tip him back, to open his mouth so his tongue can slide between your folds. He follows the push of your hands, letting you guide him back until he's flicking the tips of his tongue against your clit, his eyes trained on you.

"Why are you doing this?" You ask, your fingers trying to push further as he holds himself in place. The question seems to confuse him, his brows furrowing before you feel him push against your hold.

"I've got nothin' better to be doing," he hums. He forces your elbows to bend, his lips attach to your clit and instead of suction you're treated to the rolling heat of his tongue. The flutter of the muscle against the tight bundle of nerves makes your hips buck, your fingers gripping at his hair before he sucks hard and you feel a breathy whine tug at your lips. His tongue licks over you, over you, over you, before circling your clit, uninterested in anything but the main event. Your stomach jumps, heat sluicing through you at each roll of his tongue. Your skin buzzes with more than just adrenaline. Pleasure pumps up your spine ans you arch your back off the wall, pushing your hips against his face. You can feel the part of his lips before his teeth scrape over your cunt. It shivers through you, a danger, a warning, he'll bite you if you aren't careful. Somehow part of you wishes he would.

His tongue slides over your hole and you wonder for a moment if he's planning to push it inside. He slips it around and around the opening before his lips press to your cunt and he gives a loud obscene slurp. The noise fills the alleyway, his lips and tongue working to keep the messy eating loud. He shakes his head, draging your slick over you, forcing it down your thighs. His stubble burns, another faint pain part of you wishes were harsher. He pulls your hips down hard against his mouth, wiggles the flat of his tongue over your clit. His shoulders bully their way between your legs, forcing them further apart to accommodate. You've managed to keep yourself quiet this long, but your teeth are starting to dig into your lip painfully. He pulls back, one hand pressing hard against your stomach while the other slips between your legs.

"So soft f'me, aren't ya," his fingers squeeze your stomach, rub at your clit with rough calloused hands, "where'd all that fight go, eh?"

"You're-" you stifle a whine, his fingers rubbing so fast and hard against your clit it's mind numbing, "I- fuck," you tips your head back, bounce your hips against the feeling, your body more eager than your mind to see what this perv has cooked up.

"Tha's it love, give you something nice and big to bounce on in a minute, don't gotta worry." His voice is thick, greedy, your stomach drops.

He's not going to fuck you is he? A chill runs over you. That's- he can't do that, you don't know him, and you're in public, and you haven't even- God you didn't even say anything he just boxed you in and licked the fight out of you. You push at his face again and he coos, burying his mouth against your clit. His lips seal over your skin to suck and pull, letting your clit pop free only to start the process over again.

"Wait-" you breathe, feeling the blunt press of his fingers against your hole, "wait, wait, please."

"Listen to you getting polite," he hums over your cunt, his tongue darts out to slide through your folds again, his fingers pressing into you, "wait isnae a no hen, haveta say no for me ta stop."

"Don't," you moan, feeling his fingers curl. Two of them burns at your hole, stretching your rim without the leverage to spread your legs. You whine behind tightly closed lips, his tongue rolling sweeting against your clit as he scissors his fingers.

"Don't what hen? Stop?" He kisses your clit so sweetly you almost could forget he's a stranger in an alley. "Ahm nae, just openin' ya up."

Your breath heaves in your chest, shame, panic, and desire, mixing into some strange beast that claws at your ribs. You should say no, you should tell him to stop, Christ why can't you? Every time you open your mouth he jabs his fingers against that soft spongy spot near your entrance, that's why.

"Such a fuckin' slag," he grins, all teeth, "gettin' fingered in public is getting you off isn' it?"

"Ng," is all you can manage, your teeth grit and your body desperately caught in the silence you're devoting all your brain power to. Your hips rock without you meaning them to, your body warmed by his words, by the drag of his tongue and the curl of his fingers. Your stomach is so tight, your legs are locked rigidly, and your cunt clenches greedily around his fingers. If you were in control of yourself you might try harder to push him away but you can't, you don't even know if you want to. He said all you had to do was say "no", it's so simple.

"Come on hen, one syllable, or is that too much for your poor little head?" Its so cruel the way he teases you. "Whiney little whore," he bites the inside of your thigh, his voice growling in displeasure, "thought you'd scream." His teeth sink into the soft flesh, aching where you know they'll leave a bruise as his fingers speed up. You're speared on his thick fingers, each thrust winding the tightness in your stomach tighter. His lips fasten themselves to your clit again, the hand on your stomach traveling to squeeze one tit, then the other. The opportunity for escape barely registers, your hips canting and your exhales whining. He works you up and up and up, pleasure dripping down his hand, your clit tingling under his tongue, your muscles tighten and your spine arches. You bite your lip until you taste blood as stars white out your vision and your body goes rigid. Your legs shake, orgasm sweeping over you as his fingers and tongue stroke you.

You barely notice him spinning you around to face the wall, don't hear the metal of his zipper. You do feel the big roadie knock your mystery man's head against the wall next to you. Hear him growl out a:

"Supposed to be 'elping with the amps ya fucking slag."

"Thought I'd sample the merchandise," your man groans, his voice has that pinched sound that comes from someone holding their nose. You wonder if it's bleeding.

"Do tha' on your own time, not payin' you ta stand around, Johnny." Ghost, fuck you think his name is Ghost, tells him.

"Alrigh', alrigh', steamin' bloody jesus," Johnny gripes, his hands smooth your skirt down. You blink, your cheek still pressed to the brink. "Johnny" leans to kiss your cheek, smearing blood all over your face, you can feel the curve of his smile when he tells you, "Finish up later, yeah?"

[berrygoodjob]

Headcanons for Jin, haku, Alan, haru and Taiga who has a crush on the reader. But the reader is really introverted. Like social anxious, doesn't go out unless it's a must, has music blasting in their ears most of the time, BUT really good with animals. And when the reader gets comfy with them they're the most unhinged person they can meet. Btw I LOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEE your writing style

TD x Introverted (chaotic) Reader

Ft: Jin, Haku, Alan, Haru, Taiga

Jin Kamurai

—he hates it at first

—he takes it so personally like you’re only nervous because it’s him

—But he quickly realizes that you have social anxiety after seeing you in the halls once, walking with your head down and your headphones blasting

—he’ll chuckle a bit and realize that he should probably be a bit more lenient with you walking on eggshells around him because it’s just you being anxious and shy

—he’ll still be a grump

—but he’ll try to honest with you so there’s no room for your anxiety to make you feel bad with him

—he doesn’t like to leave his room much, so he’ll have Tohma follow you for a day to see what kind of things you like

—that’s how he finds out you like animals

—he will try to buy you a pet,,, please do not let him because he’ll start arguing with his father about it bc no pets allowed at darkwik

—he has a hard time understanding that he can’t buy your affection

—he’ll eventually just start asking you to hang out in his room and do separate things in the same space

—he’ll work or read while you do homework or draw or whatever else

—when you start getting comfortable and letting him see your true self,,, he’ll chuckle and scold you like you’re a cat that pushed something off a counter

—he’s very entertained by your chaos

—he’ll keep you around even more just to hear what you have to say about various topics of interest at darkwik

Haku Kusanagi

—he clocks your social anxiety right away

—he’ll do his best to make sure you’re comfortable and feel okay around him

—he’ll do the classic stuff like walking you to class (even with your headphones on) or holding doors for you to try to get you used to his presence

—he thinks it’s adorable how good you are with animals

—you almost remind him of Suba in a way, how you’re so quiet

—once he gets to know you better though, that association fades

—he’s impressed by how chaotic you are.

—he eats it up though

—you say something wild and he laughs and plays along

—you do something unhinged and he’s right there with you

—hell tease you for it definitely, but nothing that might offend you

Alan Mido

—is also socially anxious,,, especially with you

—he really really doesn’t want to scare you

—he’s trying so hard,,, Leo will try to blackmail/make fun of him for this

—but Leo actually pulls through with some good advice “just hang out with them. Ask about their interests or something…”

—hell start doing this more

—he’s a bit awkward, but it’s a bit refreshing to hang out with someone that’s not just an asshole (like many of the other captains)

—He starts slow, just asking you if you’d want to get lunch together (far away from Vagastrom)

—he’ll even offer to walk you to class a few times

—he will get lost on his way to your dorm,,,

—he’ll see how good you are with animals and his heart will explode from how cute the sight is

—he stays back though, not wanting to scare off you or the cat

—he’ll apologize for watching and tell you he just didn’t want to ruin the moment

—he asks you more about animals and how you got to be so good with them

—he listens to you intently and asks questions about more things about you

—once he gets to know you well enough for you to let out the more unhinged side, he’ll be pretty amused

—he wouldn’t have guessed you’d be so mischievous, but he likes it a lot

—though he will always worry and try not to let you get too unhinged because he doesn’t want you to become a target of any kind

—(but even if you did he’d fight tooth and nail to protect you and keep you safe)

Haru Sagara

—Haru is gonna be the most understanding here

—He gets it, and initially he just leaves you alone for the most part, not wanting to stress you out

—it’s watching you interact with peekaboo and the campus cats that really makes him fall for you

—he loves how good you are with animals so much

—will probably approach you like an anomalous animal, will be very cautious and watch your reactions carefully

— he’s thrilled and a little surprised when you start getting comfortable enough to show your real personality around him

—he wasn’t expecting you to be so chaotic 😭

—you kinda remind him of towa in a way??

—he’s just happy that you’re being yourself with him now tho

Taiga Hoshibami

—he’s used to people being nervous around him, so you attitude doesn’t surprise him

—he thinks it’s funny to startle you or take you headphones off

—it’s not until he sees you being the exact same around everyone else that he starts to question

—he feels like a bit of an ass for trying to get your attention like a kid on a playground….

—so the switch feels like it came out of nowhere, but all of a sudden he’s being very defensive and protective of you

—he’ll point his gun at anyone that dares to look at you in a way that might make you nervous/uncomfortable

—he won’t say much to you during this time either

—he’ll just walk around with you like an aggressive guard dog(or guard tiger,,,,)

—soon enough everyone knows not to bother you, fearing taiga’s wrath

—he thinks it’s cute that you’re good with animals too,,,, he tries his best not to eat around you. He doesn’t want you to get upset about the way he eats and he really doesn’t want to have to explain himself

—will ask you to bring peekaboo to him though, only half joking

—once you get comfortable around him and start showing off your more unhinged side, he feels like he just won the lottery

—he loves it so much

—you match his freak <3 (maybe not all the way but he’ll take what he can get)

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - minors/ageless dni i will block you. yami sukehiro x f!noble reader. oral sex (m&f implied), inexperienced but ambitious reader, slight age gap (yami is early 30’s, reader is mid 20’s) implied.

“Knew I’d find you here, kid.”

Your primly crossed ankles dangle off of the edge of the bed, hands resting atop your knees, and you turn to Yami with the prettiest snarl he has ever seen etched into your face.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that? You aren’t that much older than me.”

Closing the wooden door behind him, he chuckles and slowly unbuckles his belt with one hand, letting the leather and pouch attached to it fall to the ground with an unceremonious clang. His katana rests in his other hand, given the reverence of being placed on the small desk in the corner of the otherwise unimpressive space.

It’s certainly nothing compared to your quarters at home. You imagine Yami sandwiched between your crisp, perfect linen sheets in all of his oversized glory, wiping your release off of his lips using the gauzy fabric of your canopy. A chill zips down your spine, you play it off by shifting your hips and raising a brow.

The quiet while he goes through the motions unnerves you slightly. Silence indicates comfort and that has never been part of the deal for either of you. This is fun for him, something you graciously allow him to have at your expense. For you, it’s simply a tutorial on how to be a good wife.

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself every time you hear the utterance of his name and decide to press your luck by showing up at this same old inn in the same old room the two of you have now darkened more times than you can count.

“You’re not a kid, no.” He confirms, brow raised to mirror yours, shuffling with his thighs slightly spread while unlacing the ties keeping his pants closed. This mountain of a man looms and you glance up at him over the curve of his impressively defined chest, equally curious and afraid of what he’ll say next. “But compared to me? You’re nothing but green.”

The lack of elegance elicits an eye roll from you though your eyes still and quickly to fall at where his hands are working, thick fingers teasing you with every movement. You haven’t yet reached this intimacy with him yet, instead being treated to lessons in how a man should make you feel with his mouth and fingers and by allowing you to grind against the corded muscle of his thigh. Yami has seen you completely nude, spread and wet and ready for him.

Now it’s your turn.

Blood pounds in your ears, cheeks warming at the sight of the coarse hair growing just below the waistband of his pants. You swallow, hands pressed to your knees, glancing up at him with those eyes that remind him you are both cat and mouse in your own game.

Mouse for obvious reasons, even beyond the sweet way you squeak when enough pressure builds between your thighs and in your stomach that you drench his knuckles. Cat because you keep tempting him just the same, a predator beckoning toward him sweetness that could eventually be his undoing. It’s not his problem either way, he chides himself internally.

Besides, you are positively mousy right now, eyes wide as the moon outside the one window in this room while glancing at his now visible cock. The man can’t be sure what you were expecting but he has a feeling it may have been slightly less than what he’s working with, his half hardened girth bouncing against his palm as it fills with blood.

“Now tell me, little girl,” he smirks down at you, erection still bouncing against his palm, tilting his hips near your face. “When’s the last time you played with a toy like this?”

A dark chuckle sends another shiver down your spine, the head of his cock waving antagonistically near your mouth and cheek. Your body is practically screaming at you to act, to touch him or run your tongue along that slit that looks so enticing, but your pride prevents it. You remain sitting primly, glancing at Yami for some kind of hint about how to proceed next.

Your cheeks burn with arousal and embarrassment, ashamed of your own immaturity when faced with this situation. This is why you’re here, you remind yourself. To learn and figure out how to avoid this ever happening.

“Judging by that quiet mouth I have to guess, hm, never.” Laughing at his own joke, he wraps his fist around the shaft of his cock and points it toward your mouth, brushing the head against the seam of your lips. “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. I’m not judging you. Just teachin’ you, right?”

Cheeks still burning, you scoff yet tilt yourself forward enough that his cock touches your mouth. A moan escapes before you can swallow it and you let your eyes flutter shut, keeping unshed tears from escaping and running down your face. He’d find that too rich and you won’t give him the satisfaction.

You are childish and immature and stupid and…the voice in your head clears, another filling your ears and telling you what to do.

“Stick just the tip of your tongue out for me.” It’s Yami, clearly bent at the waist and hovering just above your ear, gravelly voice replacing your own mocking internal monologue. “Just a little. You could keep your eyes shut but they’re too pretty for that and I wanna see ‘em.”

The corner of your mouth lifts in a smile. Your lashes flutter open and hazel eyes gaze into your own, pupils dilated.

“There we go. Tongue out for me, run it along the tip.” He instructs and you follow, eyes glued to him the entire time. A groan in his throat causes one in you, a breathy whine not even a partially opened mouth can obscure.

He reaches to cup your cheek, rough thumb running over the roundest part of it, entire hand sliding downward until it clutches your jaw. The touch is gentle and you relax beneath his fingers, jaw unclenching. A smirk is your reward, his other hand tapping the head of his cock against the tip of your tongue.

“I hope you’re ready to learn a thing or two tonight because I plan on keeping you busy.”

You nod, now kitten licking him of your own volition. You’ve always been praised for your ability to pick up on most anything quickly and tonight will be no exception if you have anything to do with it.

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Trip Down Memory Lane

Summary: Dream gets absolutely fucked by a piece of metal

Notes: ~800 words

Warnings/Tags: None, have fun with this dumb fic, he doesn't get tetanus, queued post

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“You humans are so attached to objects,” Dream commented when he comes into the mess that is your garage. 

You barely jump, having long since gotten used to his impromptu visits. You’re in your messy gym clothes from high school, the t-shirt full of holes, and the sandals that have walked through Hell and Earth with. In the garage, you’re surrounded by the things of your childhood and two large boxes simply labeled “Donate” and “Keep”

“It is trash, but it’s sentimental trash!” You defended as you held a broken Skip-It in your dirty hands. You throw the plastic toy into an unknown corner you have now labeled “Trash”

Dream is content with himself as he watches you dig around and sort your things. He watches as colorful toys of your childhood get stacked in the “donate” box. 

“Holy crap, I forgot about these,” You smile, holding the ziplock bag of endless amounts of Silly Bandz. 

You walk over to Dream, opening the bag, and ignoring the few strands that managed to escape. You pick out a few that you thought suited Dream: a red flower, a silver crown, a blue castle, and a black bird. 

“Gimme,” You ask while looking at his arm. 

Dream holds out his hand to which you stretch the rubber around his wrist before letting go and letting the bracelets snap to the shape of his wrist. 

“It’s useless,” He commented. 

You simply rolled your eyes as you tossed the rest of the bracelets into the “donate” box. “You had to be there to get it.” You blurbed out and began to dig around once again. 

“I was trapped during the time.” Dream stated. Still, he looks at the bracelets on his wrists, snapping at one of them against his skin. 

“Right… I forgot about that,” You turn around to him apologizing to which he merely brushed off. 

The day continues as you go down a nostalgic journey of toys from your childhood. Your parent’s house required a good cleaning, but who knew you would have your heartstrings tugged at as you held onto the American Girl Dolls that your mom still kept for you. 

They went into the “keep” box.

“They hold more significance than the others,” Dream comments as he notices you carefully brushing back the hairs on one of the dolls. 

“Yeah, I used to tell them about my day while I brushed their hair when I was little. I think they know more of my secrets than anyone else in the universe,” You confessed. 

“I see.”

You continued in your sorting, stopping once to place with a noise tub for a few minutes, and then stopped again as you brought forth a metal Razor scooter. 

“Oh… my God,” You squealed, holding onto the scooter as you walked out of the garage into the summer sun. 

You readjusted the length of the handle before you started pushing yourself around on the scooter, feeling the wind blow against your hair and clothes.

Noticing Dream watching you, you decided to show off. “Watch this,” You smiled as you jumped while skating around and with a flick of your wrist, the deck swung under and around the bar before you landed on it once again. 

You skated back over to Dream, who, if you squinted hard enough, had a small look of impression on his face. 

“You try it,” You giggled, handing him the scooter. “Bet you can’t.” 

Never one to back down from a challenge, he took to the scooter. The metal where your sweaty hands had gripped is still warm as he takes over. He mimicked what you did, skating to the middle of the driveway. He jumped, he flicked his wrist, and then…

You winced, covering your eyes with your hands. You watched between your fingers as the deck of the scooter hit him straight in the ankles. You feel his pain, having felt it many times back in the day. 

Morpheus writhes as the pain shoots through him. You’ve never seen him cuss before, but you think he’s on the brink of it as the pain starts to make him spasm. 

He goes from human to a flopping fish, to a cat, to a cabbage head, to a roaring sea-faring monster, and back to human again. Each time, the Silly Bandz still wrapped around some portion of him 

You’ve since run to his side. “Are you okay?” You asked, the laugh in the back of your throat was sorely hidden as you watched the Endless lay motionless in the middle of your driveway. 

“No.” 

“Yeah, fair enough. Let’s get you some ice,” You laughed. 

While you’re gone, Dream throws the scooter into the “Donate” box with a glare.

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[caustinen]

Omg I’m actually so in love with your Hollywood au 😭😭 do you have any headcanons for them? Like how they started dating, or what they do on a daily basis, general domestic things!!

Hi!! Sorry I took so long to reply but your ask sent me SPIRALLING — this whole au was such a random quick thing and I never expected it to go anywhere, but thinking of a response to this I got so into it I might actually manage to write something!

Just the first meeting hc got so ridiculously long that I’ll respond to the domestic hc’s (I HAVE SO MANY) on a separate post and tag you! Thank you for the inspiration luv 💘

HOLLYWOOD AU! First meeting:

Their first impressions are not very good… John hasn’t made it big yet but he’s definitely getting some attention so he decides to relocate to Hollywood and find a good PR-team around himself despite having always thought that the marketing/branding side of his profession is capitalistic nonsense — and while he has changed his attitude to the exctent of ”if you can’t beat them join them”, he’d still expect all the suits to be cold business men who don’t care about the art of it all.

Gale on the other hand expects all actor clients to be self-obsessed nepo pricks; he’s been climbing in the industry steadily for years and enjoys the challenge of bringing the best versions of people out and finding them their best options (he takes pride in being very good at what he does) but since initially he ended up in the industry through his love for film, he’s also often annoyed by the up-and-coming stars who only care for the fame.

Loud, relaxed and seemingly no-care-in-the-world John fits this prejudice perfectly, as does John’s expectation for an uptight, borderline rude PR-executive in a suit — at the end of the meeting he chooses a much more laid-back seeming guy called Brady to represent him, and Gale is relieved he’s not stuck with him, he really is, despite the teasing, annoying smile of that bastard refusing to leave his mind for the rest of the day.

Their second meeting is somehow WORSE, in a week or so a meeting runs long so Brady invites John to after-work drinks. Gale looks so different out of his suit (now in a white t-shirt and black pants that hug his waist tightly, hair mussled and curlier after a long day of running his hands through it) that Bucky is absolutely blinded for a second and goes to introduce himself flirtily. Gale stares at him for a bit before informing him they met last week and while John is able to laugh it off with the others, this doesn’t exactly help with Gale’s image of him (why can’t i get that smirk off my mind when he couldn’t even bother to note me??)

It doesn’t help that Bucky gets very drunk and keeps seeking his company, not caring he’s only receiving grunts as reply to his stories told draped over the blonde’s shoulders as Gale sips on his non-alcoholic beer (he also shares the Buck story and starts calling him Buck like in the show), and whatever progress John might’ve done to make him almost smile a couple of times is undone immediately as he flirts with everyone else just as much when he leaves Gale’s side, cementing him in Gale’s mind as a playboy who’s gotten a bit too into his own head with his modest success lately and decides to forget all about him.

After that they run each other a couple of times at the office and social gatherings, and things are civil enough, they chat briefly each time but there’s some strange tension between them that makes Gale uneasy and John confused and a bit frustrated because he usually gets along with everyone but this man just seems to be immune to his usual charm; he can’t understand why the man is seems so cold and barely ever speaks up, that sweet smile he rarely sees him show others is completely wasted on him in his opinion.

They only properly meet again at a premier of John’s new movie a couple of months down the road, the first one under Gale’s firm, and end up in the backroom between the red carpet and John walking into the theater post-film (Brady is busy with organizing everything) and it’s TENSE, they’ve never been in a room by just the two of them and John is obviously nervous wreck which makes him antsy and Gale isn’t making any effort to make small-talk to ease his nerves (he’s not a natural at that okay, and esp with John he doesn’t know what to say)

Only when John is basically doubled over on the couch groaning into his hands as the film approaches its end Gale is forced to interfere. ”Why are you so upset?” ”They’re gonna hate it.” Gale is thrown off, never expecting to see this vulerable side underneath all that loud confidence. ”They’re not gonna hate it.” John scoffs. ”And how would you know?” Gale frowns, annoyed. ”Listen, it’s not Casablanca but you had to know that walking into the project, and you give it enough life to keep the tension up ’till the end. This is your best work since Thorpe Abbotts so just sit back and relax.”

John stares at him, mouth open, despair forgotten for a while. ”You know my work?” he asks, blindsighted, and Gale blushes and turns away. ”Maybe. I go to most films they show in my local theatre so don’t make too much of it.” John doesn’t have time to digest the words properly before he’s ushered to take the applause of the crowd, but it stays with him.

Things shift after that. John starts to pay attention to what Gale says, and realizes while he might speak rarely, when he does it’s always meaningful and thought-out. When Brady wants to make him do some new audition tapes he asks him to bring some of his collegues for second opinions, and he’s satisfied to see Gale roll up to the little studio they’ve rented one afternoon.

Wanting to impress Gale apparently works wonders because he feels like he reaches a new level with scene they’re working with, and the feedback reflects this. Even Gale gives him an approving nod, which somehow sends butterflies down his insides.

He turns his show-off when they go for drinks as a group next time to actually have a conversation with the blonde, and it turns out Gale is OBSESSED with old hollywood — whenever things were bad in his childhood home (often) he’d hide himself into the world of fiction of all kinds, and he’s seen an obscene number of films and loves learning trivia about it too, film star biographies are his favorite genre of books. He used to go to his little local movie theatre so much he was eventually offered a job there and could help with picking the movies, but his brief dreams of being an actor were never realized as he knew he needed a less pecarious job to give himself the stability his childhood home didn’t offer.

Learning these pieces of information draws John even more facinated with him, and Gale seems to be laughing at more and more of his jokes too. Once Gale lets his guard down he has also started to see John underneath the bravado, and makes mental notes to check out the books he recommends and he might even lightly flirt back these days, secretly enjoying the those dark, observant eyes fixed on him and squeezing into a surprised smile.

All in all, it’s been going better for a while until a faithful day, when they’re doing another auditiong tape. Bucky’s been rejected from a film he really wanted earlier that day, and his previous film has gotten some lukrwarm reviews upon getting into streaming services, so he’s in a shitty mood, and the unimpressed faces Gale keeps making annoy him to no end.

They call it a day and they agree to meet at a bar closeby to start the weekend and get everyone’s spirits up. The beer only serves to make Bucky more upset tho, espescially when he sees Gale hitting it up with someone who walks up to him, laughing at his stuff and looking relaxed in a way he never quite does with him. A bit drunk and a lot angry he follows him to the bathroom, Gale noticing him as he walks in with the same swing of the door. He turns around and greets him, the smile from talking to that whatever dude still lingering on his lips being John’s final straw.

”Oh, so you can be happy? Thought it was fucking impossible to achieve.” Gale’s smile immediately drops and his posture shifts, arms crossing over his chest. ”What are you talking about?” ”You’re always making those faces no matter what I do. You’ll ruin your pretty face with all that frowning.” ”What on earth are you-” ”When I try to talk with you. Or when I do a scene and you’re supposed to help but you just keep looking at me like I’m an idiot. I don’r get it.”

Gale starts to get upset too now, something John has never seen before, his calmness finally breaking. ”What do you want me to say?!” ”I don’t know, be fucking supportive for once?!” ”I am being supportive by being honest! Do you think that was the best you can do?” It surprises John, but he’s already too worked up to back down. ”Well what if it is?” They’ve gotten closer to each other in the empty men’s room, and Gale’s hands are no longer crossed, he’s pointing at John’s chest and staring him down. ”You have so much goddman potential, John Egan, and it’s killing me to see you waste it like that. Reach for something bigger. Get more complex charachters, more nunaced scripts. If it takes you hating me to hear that then so be it.” John scoffs despite the blush trying to creep to his cheeks. ”Well since you know fucking everything maybe you should help me find those roles.” ”I’m not your agent, or your publicist, or your mom, or your boyfriend, I don’t see how it’s any of my-” They’re practically yelling at each other, and without thinking John takes the wrist of Gale’s hand poking his chest to his and pushes it down so they’re chest to chest, noses almost touching, so close they’ve gotten. ”Maybe you could just help me out if you didn’t hate me so much.” John isn’t yelling anymore, and all of Gale’s nerves are on fire, he can feel John’s breath on his cheeks, his own pulse pounding in his chest. ”I don’t hate-” And that’s as far as he gets before John crashes their lips together, the small movement inevidable as the sun coming up each morning.

Gale makes a muffled sound into the kiss and goes to grab his shirt, pulling him closer as John reaches to cup the back of his head. The kiss is just as messy and teethy and perfect as the months of growing tension between them has promised. Gale wants to climb him and bite him and drag him down the floor, his own desire punching air out of him as John stumbles until his back hits the wall, his big hand protecting his head from the hard impact. They are lost in it until their lips are swollen and bruised and they’re both more than half-hard after being pressed so tightly together, and Gale bites his abused lips to silence a moan trying to escape him as John dips down to suck and lick on his sweaty neck, his own hand tangling in his curls and pulling and feeling victorious as John makes a choked sound. He pulls until their eyes meet again, and he’s sure his own pupils are as big as John’s as they stare at each other for a moment, both of them trying to catch their breath like they just ran a marathon. ”You drive me fucking insane,” Gale grits at him, and John laughs a short sound. ”I drive you insane?! You’re the one prancing around… Being all, you know, intelligent and sexy with your James Dean features and Paul Newman eyes.” Gale stares at him for a little bit, mouth open, before pulling him into another kiss.

They go back to Gale’s eventually (Gale comes back to himself enough to realize he does not want to be caught with all his collegues on the other side of the bathroom wall) and they make out for a while more, little less heated but just as passionate, but when it’s getting more intense again John has a moment of clarity and pulls away. He’s drunk and tired and overwhelmed and he doesn’t want this to be just a hook-up. Gale understands but asks John to stay the night anyway and he ends up sleeping on his coach that night. It’s a bit awkward in the morning because neither of them really knows what to say and John’s just about to leave, thinking this was a mistake after all, when Gale suggest they’d watch a movie, and the nervous hope in his face grips John’s heart enough to realize there’s no walking away from what he’s started to feel for this man. They watch a film, and another, and by the third the funny commentary both of them make has shifted into the movie playing in the background as they make out, Gale in John’s lap, and it feels right.

John ends up staying the whole weekend, they just watch films and make dinner together and get to know each other. John is scared he’ll overstay his welcome but Gale makes it feel natural, and the exciting newness of it all is addicting, and perhaps exactly because they’ve had to overcome so many of their own prejudices about the other everything feels more vibrant and exciting. Seeing Gale relaxed and smiely and silly and nervous as he rolls his eyes at him when he sings along to the radio as they cook makes his heart miss a beat. He’s completely prepared to not go further than kissing for now but after a delicious, footsie heavy dinner on Sunday evening at Gale’s kitchen they finally end up in bed, and it feels just right that their first time together is slow and searching and absolutely perfect, and they get the final confirmation that their chemistry seems to be working out pretty fucking well.

After that weekend, John never accepts a role without running it by Gale first (they often read them together naked in bed on the weekends, making each other giggle while dramatically imaging the scenes while leaning into each other amongst the fluffy pillows), and within a year he’s a rising star and his name is on everyone’s lips, but he’s only got one pair of lips in mind.

It isn’t just smooth sailing after that either, navigating a relationship and his career and the publicy, but as slow as their love might have started it’s all the more steady for it, and it never stops growing.

SORRY THIS GOT SO INTENSE!!! Literally all of this came to me as I thought how to respond to your ask so thank you for being a major motivation 🖤

[yanderes-galore]

Ok, this might be a weird one, but what about a yandere redeemed Petentious, with a soul who just arrived in heaven?

Oh now I feel he's just even more of a sweetheart- @okchijt helped with some final thoughts near the end.

Yandere! Redeemed! Sir Pentious with Angel! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Jealousy, Guilt-Tripping, Dubious companionship/relationship.

By the time you meet, Sir Pentious probably has gotten a bit used to Heaven.

It's nothing like Hell, that's expected, and he misses his friends.

Although Sera and Emily have been helping him the best they can.

He isn't quite sure what to do when he meets another new soul.

A new soul in Heaven can mean two things.

You've arrived from Earth and have always been good... or you're another redeemed soul from Hell.

The second option would mean Sir Pentious could've known you... but not necessarily.

I like the idea that as an angel he's nervous yet eager to try and be... good.

When he meets you, an equally new angel, he probably even gets ecstatic about it.

He's excited at the idea of welcoming a new soul, almost similar to Emily.

Sera warns the two other angels to be careful as Sir Pentious is still under watch.

Sir Pentious listens, yet can't contain the excitement.

He's probably someone who always thrives off praise, so he wants to do good with you.

I feel Sir Pentious doesn't change a lot as an angel... yandere-wise.

He's still clingy, easily excited, and eager to please.

So, to Sera and Emily, him being excited to meet a new angel isn't too out of the ordinary.

They only have to step in when Pentious starts to overwhelm you on the first meeting.

Sir Pentious probably begs to show you around, wanting to make a new friend out of you.

As a Sinner he was rather oblivious to innuendos and seemed too... incapable of being evil.

So maybe his place really was here?

Unless someone told you he was originally a Sinner, you wouldn't believe it.

As Sir Pentious leads you around, he's radiating excitement.

Pentious seems like he'd ramble all about the machines he used to tinker with and even say he's new to the whole friend thing.

Pentious is not a dangerous yandere, whenever he tries to be, he ends up failing.

He's clingy and easily jealous, but mostly just tries to please.

Whenever you react positively to his interests, Pentious lights up.

He can't believe he's impressing a new angel such as yourself.

It's a good thing his behavior was never that intense, as angels wouldn't be able to hide intense yandere behavior (Murder, Kidnapping, Etc.)

So he's very subtle.

Sir Pentious would be very caught up in the idea of you two being close.

He seems like an obsession at first sight kind of guy.

He sees his new angel obsession and is constantly following them like a lost puppy.

He often pleads with Sera to guide you around Heaven, clearly wanting to cultivate some sort of bond with you.

It feels really weird to say... but he's just so innocent.

He's unaware he's being too touchy at times with your wings or just you in general.

If you tell him to give you space, he reluctantly does with quick apologies.

It's hard to call him a yandere at times.

That's because he's very limited in what he can do in Heaven, while also naturally being more submissive.

The most I can see him doing is manipulating you into being beside him all the time.

For example, you're both technically new angels.

Shouldn't you explore Heaven together?

Sera and Emily no doubt have to keep an eye (or a few of them) on Pentious when they realize how clingy he is.

He was a Sinner after all... perhaps they sense a certain darkness stirring within him?

Sir Pentious keeps glaring at other angels, often accidentally drawing attention to you and him.

Sera would find the snake's obsession problematic.

Imagine if she tried to separate you two in an attempt to prevent conflict.

Only for Pentious to find a way back to you, slithering around you like you belong there.

If Pentious got any more intense (unlikely) then he may genuinely be kicked from Heaven.

That would separate you both indefinitely while Sera checks you over to see if you were corrupted in any way.

This would also drive Sir Pentious insane if I'm being honest.

The good thing is, you can control him easily.

He listens to you and lives for your attention.

He won't hurt anyone (hopefully)... but he will barge in on conversations to grab your attention like normal.

Pentious probably doesn't have hypnosis anymore, but even if he did he wouldn't want to use it unless he felt he had to.

Any underhanded tactics could get him in trouble.

So, Pentious sticks with keeping close and trying to steal your attention whenever he can.

If you ignore him, he finds a way to slither back into your gaze.

It's hard to hate him or be annoyed for long as you just feel... bad?

He tries so hard to set up little hangouts, saying he does it for you.

His manipulation relies heavily on guilt.

Pentious tries to convince you his jealousy is normal, that he feels betrayed that you'd spend time with other angels than him.

Pentious would give you puppy eyes to make you stay beside him.

Please stay a bit longer...

Please allow him to treat you...

Please allow him to care for you...

Please stop paying attention to other angels...

Please, please, please, PLEASE...!

Pentious will tug at your heart strings and expect you to relent.

Since you're such a good soul, you listen.

Which ends up tying you to him.

The awful thing about Pentious as a yandere is the fact you feed into it.

You defend him, you coddle him, because you can't imagine him doing anything wrong.

Even when someone like Sera tries to reprimand him or warn you of his behavior, you defend him.

He's your first friend in Heaven so of course you would...!

You want to defend him since he tries so hard to prove himself.

He's a better person! Nothing wrong here!

You don't realize your pity and protective nature has led you into a trap until it's too late.

Pentious doesn't even mean to guilt you half the time.

He's oblivious to his toxicity.

His whole yandere behavior is unintentional.

Yet he somehow succeeds.

Pentious doesn't even have to do much to get his way.

His natural behavior ends up drawing you in...

Locking you beside him just because you can't bear the idea of saying no to him.

[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 60

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

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A/N: There are narrations after the 4th panel and the fifth panel is a video.

Ryomen Sukuna was one magnificent creature. You wouldn't let anyone contest you on that, not that you wished to convey your thoughts out loud for anyone to hear. You were happy thinking that way as you watched him play volleyball with his friends. Apparently, they all used to play in high school.

You didn't know a thing about the sport, the most you've watched it was when you're flipping channels through your TV, but the way he moved around the makeshift beach court keeping the ball afloat showed you yet another facet of him.

The object of your attention since the beginning of the game maneuvered his way around the sand with calculated dexterity and successfully scored another one by blocking the incoming ball and slamming onto the opposing team's court. You couldn't help but smile whenever he would get a point, your left hand curling into a fist when you should not be moving it or putting strain on it. You'd applaud if you could.

Sukuna was good looking, intelligent and athletic. No wonder girls chased after him, and you had to admit that he looked beyond cool when he's dishing moves. His friends were calling him rusty in volleyball, but to you who didn't have any idea what exactly was going on, he was just amazing.

But then, that wasn't all you were looking at. You can't exactly pay attention to the game itself when your eyes only trailed his figure. The sun beat down on him, causing him to sweat, a thin sheen of it making his sun-kissed, inked skin glimmer in the daylight. You haven't been more acutely aware of his impressive musculature the way you were at that moment, watching his powerful thighs flex whenever he jumped up.

It wasn't the first time you were seeing him shirtless given the time you woke up at his place, but you couldn't really pay attention during those other times. Now, you had a full view of it with reason to keep your eyes on him. And the realization of his effect on you was like being splashed with cold water on the face when, at the start of the game, he removed his shirt. He pulled at it from the back collar, the supposedly mundane sequence of actions making you feel...well, things.

You've never really considered it, this aspect of him, and the fact that he's attractive wasn't really something you focused on. Bur the sight made you uncharacteristically hot despite the green popsicle stuck to your mouth, also disintegrating under the high temperature, dripping into your hand, making a sticky mess. It wasn't something you were aware of until you heard his familiar voice ringing through your ears.

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Me, U & Jealousy - Chapter 4

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This story is written in both present and past. Italics is the past and regular font is written in the present

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Chapter four

The plan was working. With Monica tagging along with the three, Jada and Sorai were able to occupy the company of Cameron and his friends. Sorai couldn’t believe it, for the first time she was able to hang out with a boy who reciprocated feelings with her. It was a new feeling, the subtle touching, the flirting, all of it made Sorai’s heart race like crazy.

No matter how many times Joseph made fun of her for her lack of experience, this was exactly what she was waiting for. Cameron kept his arm around her shoulder damn near the whole night, and with Monica keeping Joseph busy, Sorai knew that it was going to be a good night.

And it seemed like the night was only getting better for the two sophomores. It’s been going around that Aaliyah was trying to rally up a group to go upstairs to play seven minutes in heaven. What luck would Sorai have if Cameron gave her, her first kiss tonight. The thought alone sent goosebumps to rise against her skin. And as exciting as that sounded, Sorai was actually panicking. The idea of kissing was exciting, except she’s never kissed anyone before. What if Cameron thought she was bad at it? She doesn’t think she could be able to live with the embarrassment.

"Girl, stop that and pick yourself up! You had your crush in your arms all night and now that you have the chance to kiss him, you’re trying to back out?" Jada questioned when Sorai had managed to pull her away from the group into a quiet hallway.

"Jada, you don’t understand. This could be my only chance to kiss Cameron; what if I’m so bad he decides he wants to stop talking to me? You gotta help me." Sorai pleads, eyes shining with hope at her best friend and Jada lets out a laugh in disbelief.

"Girl, how the fuck am I supposed to help you?" Jada questioned tilting her head to side.

"Teach me how to kiss. Tell me what I’m supposed to do."

"Bitch… I know you fuckin lying." Jada laughed.

Sorai huffed. "I’m serious! Tell me what to do, I know it sounds childish but I really want to enjoy it."

Jada rolled her eyes at her friend’s dramatics. It was not that serious.

“First of all, I can’t teach you how to kiss with words. Secondly, if you really want to enjoy it, you just gotta let it happen. Follow his lead, it’s not rocket science you know?” Jada teased but it didn’t make Sorai feel any better. It wasn’t what she was looking for.

Call her dramatic but she refused to get locked in a closet with the only boy who looked past her ‘brothers’ and stayed with her.

“Easy for you to say, you and almost everyone else already had their first kiss. This could be my only chance to really impress Cameron; Jada please… you gotta help me.”

“Help you with what?” The girls heard behind them and they both froze at Joseph’s voice.

Fuck, how am I supposed to get away with this? Sorai thought to herself as both girls turned to face him.

“It’s nothing Sefa, don’t worry about it.” Sorai tried but he shook his head at her.

“Too late. What do you need help with?” He questioned and when both girls refused to answer, he furrowed his eyebrows with concern. “Someone bothering you or something?”

Jada sighed, rolling her eyes at his concern. “She’s scared to kiss Cameron.” She exposed making Sorai’s eyes widen in horror.

“JADA!” She exclaimed in disbelief. Did she forget who sefa was?

“What? He was gonna tear this whole party apart if he thought someone was bothering you.”

“Telling him I’m scared to kiss Cameron is no better, stupid.” Sorai insults.

Joseph watch the two friends argue about what they should’ve said instead and he raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Are you guys done?” He questioned after letting them go back and forth for a little bit.

Jada huffed, turning to Joseph. “Can you turn off big brother Joseph and just be our friend right now? She keeps saying this could be her chance but she she’s scarred to kiss him.”

“Good.” He stated nonchalantly; shrugging his shoulders. Sorai being scared meant he wouldn’t have to get out of character to make sure Cameron stays on his best behavior.

Sorai’s frown only deepened at his response. Her friends were literally no fuckin help. “Sefa! You promised you wouldn’t be like this.”

“I’m not doing anything. You being scared is a good thing.”

“I’m only scared because I don’t know how to kiss.” Sorai stated with an attitude, rolling her eyes and folding her arms over her chest.

Sefa laughed at her. He genuinely didn’t care about her attitude either. “Okay, so what the fuck do you want me to do about that?”

“Tell Jada to show me!” She argued.

“And why the fuck would I do that?” He questioned.

Sorai continued to pout and Joseph was content with just staring blankly at her. All of this was a confidence problem and Joseph already put in his head that it’s Cameron’s fault that he didn’t reassure her worries. It wasn’t looking out to a good start with him, if Joseph was being honest.

It wasn’t until Sorai’s bottom lip started to quiver that his resolve started to crack. Joseph let out a frustrated huff, finally agreeing to help.

“Fine. Jada go tell Cameron that Sorai will meet him upstairs. You… come with me.” He stated pointing at Sorai but she was Skeptical.

“Where are we going?”

“You want me to help you or not?”

Jada noticed her friends hesitance and pushed her towards Joseph. “Just go with him. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll make sure Cam keeps a seat for you. Now go.”

Sefa took that as his cue to take over, he grabbed Sorai’s hand and pulled her away from the quiet hallway he found her in.

Sorai let her feet just move, following him mindlessly because she was really worried that whatever quick lesson Sefa was going to give her wasn’t going to stick.

Time ticked as if seconds were minutes and minutes were hours. The butterfly feeling in her stomach would not go away and it didn’t help that Sefa didn’t tell her what he had planned.

He had pulled Sorai into a random room and locked the door, turning to face her. “Just breathe Sorai. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Sorai inhaled, and released a shaky breath. “Sorry. It doesn’t help that he’s probably the only guy in school who finds me desirable. I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s not true Sorai. You’re a very pretty girl; a lot of people find you desirable.” He softly stated to her and when she smiled at that, he felt good knowing that he was helping her build her confidence up.

“- Anyways, the key to kissing is to follow the other person’s lead and the slower the better.” Joseph instructed and Sorai nodded her head, letting him know she was listening.

“What if he uses tongue?”

“If he shoves his tongue down your throat, I might actually kill him.” Sefa blankly stated and Sorai let out a small laugh.

He was being serious though.

“Okay. When he kisses you, hand placement is important. On his cheeks or around his neck is fine.”

Sorai stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping her eyes on his face to gauge his reaction. “Like this?”

And he knows she was only trying to make sure she had it right but he couldn’t help the knots he felt in his stomach at her close proximity. A whiff of her Juicy Couture perfume swarmed his senses and its what fueled his next movement.

“Yeah, and if you do that, he’ll hold you like this.” And gripped onto her waist and pulled her closer to him.

The tension in the room had seemed to thicken. What was happening? Sorai was asking herself. The nervous feeling she was feeling got way more intense while she stood in Sefa’s arms.

“And then he’ll kiss me right?” She asked softly and he nodded in response to her question.

“Just follow my lead.”

“You mean his lead?” Sorai tried to correct but Sefa’s lips was already on hers.

Sorai froze.

Sefa is kissing me.

Sefa is kissing me.

Sefa is kissing me.

The thought replayed in her head as she stayed frozen in shock but it didn’t make him pull away. He squeezed her hips and started to move his lips against hers and she started to follow.

She was a little tentative at first, she didn’t know what she was doing but Sefa kept his lips on hers so she did exactly what he instructed. Follow his lead.

Her heart beating out of her chest as their lips locked. She couldn’t believe Sefa was kissing her and she was liking it.

When he pulled away, Sorai was a panting mess. A small smile etched onto his face, because it happened exactly how he imagined it would. He was her first kiss, not Cameron.

“Still nervous?” He questioned, and Sorai shook her head at him.

“No, I think I got it now. But-“ she started but cut herself off, she didn’t know how to ask her question.

Sefa was patient though. “But what?” He asked softly and Sorai leaned closer to him.

“Show me one more time?” She whispered and without any hesitation he kissed her again.

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Sorai had made sure to avoid the samoan family at all cost. She also never jumped at the opportunity to interview the bloodline, she made sure to give those chances to everyone else.

Kayla always asked her why she gave up the interviews with the boys who were proudly walking around stating they were her brothers. And given that Sorai only told Kayla that these men were like her brothers, she didn’t really have an explanation to give her.

Plus, she didn’t really trust Kayla. Couldn’t risk telling her anything because who knows if she would’ve ran and told them.

It may have been childish at her big ass age but who could blame her? And even though Jada helped her keep her distance from the family, she was constantly in her ear about getting ‘closure’ and Sorai was getting tired of it.

“Its only so many times the twins gon take no for an answer Rai. Your lucky they’re only able to catch me when I’m around other people, but let Joe find out my work schedule if he want to, them twins finna be on my ass.”

“What, you gon rat me out cause you think the twins giving you pressure?” Sorai questioned turning her neck sideways at her friend.

The girls were in Sorai’s office having lunch again because she didn’t want to accidentally bump into anybody. She wanted to be cautious, she refused to take any chances running into any of them and she thought that so far she was doing a great job. Until of course Jada, as always, brought her back to reality.

“They’re giving you space but sweetie I think they’re running out of patience. I know what they did hurt you… but I don’t think they know they hurt you.” Its the same song Jada’s been singing for five years now, Sorai was over listening to it. She never really gave Jada the full story anyways.

“Jada, I don’t want to keep talking about this.” She tried to dismiss the conversation once again but Jada wouldn’t let up, she was going to get her best friend to face this as a grown up one way or another.

“Okay. Well what you gon do when they decide to stop playing and take action? What happens when the twins put you in a position where you can’t run and are forced to face them and answer the questions you know they have… then what?” Jada asked and silence took over the room.

Sorai knew Jada was right, but it wasn’t something she was ready to face. Not now. “Jada please, can we talk about something else?”

"Fine, my parents are coming back to the states.” She informed and Sorai’s eyes widened at the news.

“On my gosh really? Are they visiting or are they coming to stay?”

“They’re coming to stay for just a while. I think it’s cause of Jordan’s accident - my mom feels guilty for leaving, thinks if she stayed, she somehow could’ve prevented it from happening or something like that.”

Sorai nodded her head, she could understand that. “How is he by the way? I haven’t had a chance to go see him yet.”

“He’s fine, he’s been around Melina cause she wanna play nurse.” Jada rolled her eyes, “I hate that it took a car accident to make them realize how they feel about each other.”

Sorai shrugged, it was something she could relate to herself. “Sometimes, it takes something traumatic to happen to realize you’re in love with that person.”

Jada scoffed, “No. People know exactly how they feel, whether they decide to repress those feelings or not is up to them. Especially Melina, I’ve watched her and Jordan play best friend for years. Jordan following her like a lost puppy in love but scared to tell her. Imagine if something had happened to Jordan, she would’ve been gutted knowing she love him too and never got the chance to tell him.”

The conversation was triggering Sorai again unbeknownst to Jada, and she knew that eventually she would have to open up and explain to her friend exactly what went down with her and sefa.

“It’s not easy. You remember how long it took me to admit that I was really feeling Chris in College?”

“Sorai you did not like Chris, but whatever you say girl."

That’s fair. Sorai shrugged her shoulders because Jada was right; but that was not the point. "Okay but I thought I liked him and it was hard for me to just come out the blue and tell him. Plus, who walks around telling people they have a crush on them? That’s unrealistic."

Jada rolled her eyes; "Girl please, that’s not unrealistic. Get it off your chest and move on."

Sorai had to laugh at that, Jada was the last person to be saying that bullshit….okay maybe her then Jada. "If that’s the case, go out there and let Tez know you feeling him."

Jada let put a playful groan, "Girlluhh, that`’s different." She tried to defend but Sorai wasn’t going for none of that shit. Jada was spitting nun but bullshit.

Before either girls could speak; a knock came at her door. The person didn’t even wait for an answer, just opened the door and peek his head in. It was Eddie - the backstage producer who showed her around on her first day.

Sorai sent a smile his way, "Hey Eddie, what can I do for you?"

"Paul sent me to get you, we need Kayla elsewhere tonight so we need a journalist for a bloodline segment and they all requested you." Eddie informed.

Sorai froze - No…no…. This could not be happening. "But I thought you had to work over 90s and do a great job at that before we could interview the main event? I’ve only been here two months."

"And you’ve been working hard, give yourself some credit. Plus, Cody requested for Kayla and Joe requested for you so paul thought it checked out. We have about half an hour before they go on so meet us in their locker room to rehearse in 10." And with that he left, unbeknownst to him, leaving the girls in shambles. What the fuck was happening? And what the fuck did he mean they all requested me?

Jada watched her friend in her state of panic and felt her heart sink. Albeit she wasn’t really fully aware of what exactly those boys did to her, she could see that Sorai still carried that pain in her heart.

"You want me to come with you?" She softly asked, wanting to approach the situation as delicately as possible.

Sorai looked at her with widen pleading eyes, "Please, I really can’t go alone right now."

And Jada agreed because she couldn’t just leave her best friend like that. Too bad the boys had other plans in mind and they were all determined to get some answers.

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Dominik Mysterio NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) He needs to feel you close to im after sex. Whether you do this by maybe cock warming him or just simply pulling him closely into your chest is completely between you two. He adores when you leave soft kisses all over his chest and tell him how sell he did for you,

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Dom of course loves his hair, i mean come on have you seen his luscious locks? He is a boob guy 100% he loves when you two have some alone time if you let him lay in your lap and just softly suckle on your nipples till he feels calm or falls asleep.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) very messy messy boy, Dom cums so much that its almost impressive that much can come from him in general. If he doesn't cum inside you then he likes to make a mess all over you and himself.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 100% has humped your pillow while you were gone, he gets so needy for your touch that he will go to any means to just feel something of you near him while the poor baby cums everywhere.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) He has very little experience. He understands the full concept of sex and obviously has done it before but when it comes to exploring his kinks he actually has always been a little bit shy when expressing them so he has little experience with that area in particular.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) He loves having you ride him when you're rewarding him for being your good boy. He adores that he can reach up and grab your tits and see your face when he plays with your nipples. "Fuck Mami keep riding me, wanna see these pretty tits keep bouncing"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Little bit of both. He loves the moments you two share together where you can giggle and smile while you enjoy the feeling you two are giving each other. Though he loves the more serious moments when you make him beg or he makes you beg (the second option being more rare) just as much as the goofier times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Dom prefers to shave it down quite a bit, though he still has a very small tidy bush. His hair is a very dark brown that borders into almost being black in color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Whiny. He is always whiny in the moment. Intimacy is something that comes naturally to him so he is always super loving and romantic with you during sex. However, a;; he does is whine, "Mami, I need it faster!", "Mmmmmm No more, Mami, I'll be good I promise!", "It's too sensitive!".

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He likes to masturbate alot actually, being on the road alot it's something he has kinda grown used to, though if you really wanna get him riled up set the rule for him of no touching without Mami's permission.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Mami Kink slight spanking degrading and praise body worship pegging

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Anywhere to be honest, he doesn't care if he gets caught. He is getting fucked at the end of the day and doesn't care who knows it. Though if he had to pick a favorite place it would be on the couch in the judgement day clubhouse.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) His Mami of course. He loves that you protect him, love him, please him, and so so much more that he couldn't even name if you asked for all the reasons. His motivation is simply your love for him. Though it does turn him on when you use a stern demeanor with him when he's broke a rule or misbehaved.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Sharing you with someone outside of the group he trusts (You'll see more about that in the R section). Anything that involves silent treatment, If you are giving him a punishment for being a bratty boy just don't make him feel ignored it breaks his heart to think you don't wanna talk to him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Dom loves receiving. though he actually prefers giving. He will stay 'between your legs for hours if you'd let him. He loves being able to hear you whine for him, it makes him feels so good to know he's making you fall apart with just his mouth. " Jus a little longer, Mami....Just wanna taste a little more"

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Dom really likes a mix of thins when it comes to pace, sometimes he likes soft and loving sex other times he loves a more rough and fast experience. It really all spends on two things, if he has been a brat or not and his overall mood.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Loves a good quckie. He would adore it if you pulled him somewhere backstage on Raw and sucked his dick for him before he goes out. Bonus points if it's somewhere you might get caught so you have to cover his mouth with your hand to soften his loud whines.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He is down to experiment to a certain extent. e can get jealous sometimes when the idea of sharing you with someone comes up but if it's someone he really trusts then he will be more comfortable with the idea, Especially Rhea, Finn. or Damian.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Usually only one round, though this is mostly because he likes to be edged and denied the ability to cum so that when he does get to his orgasm is better and more intense.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Dom Dom loves toys. You guys have several that you use, everything from cuffs, straps, to anal toys, most of which all are for dom.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Let's be honest here, you tease him far more than he teases you. Though he may bratty tease you like wrapping his arms around you waste and saying something like "I wish i had a mommy who would take me home and suck me dry, but i guess I'll have to find someone else to do it huh?". He wants to tease you into feeling jealous so you'll put him back in his place.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Loudest bitch in the world. There is zero way you could ever sneak around with dom because he 100% is gonna get you two caught.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) You once walked in on him humping a pillow while he though you were gonna be gone for a little while. He loves when he sits in your lap and you make him rub his hard leaking dick across your leg for just a little bit of pleasure.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Dom Dom is roughly 6 inches with a light pink to his tip. He doesn't have any prominent veins that show or anything of that sort.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Super freaking high, he has so much energy to get out he figures sex is the best way to do so, Hence why his drive is so high.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Almost instantly. The poor babe is just so seepy afterwards as soon as his head hits the pillow he is out.

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Nothing Has Changed - 6

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Words Count: 2,143

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

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Even though you and Ransom have started talking again, you don’t fully trust him like before. He could have warned you about his family’s plans for you.

If he claims he can't escape from his parents' grasp, you find it hard to believe, knowing how Ransom will stop at nothing to get what he wants. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s bribed people.

This time, you will stay on guard. At least you’ve got the pen drive with you. It’s your insurance in case someone tries to frame you again.

After Ransom left your apartment, you continued packing up all your things. Being a minimalist, you don’t have a lot of stuff, which is helpful. You quickly gather your essential belongings, load them into your car, and leave the city to return to your hometown.

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In the small town, everyone drives the same type of SUV. So, when your red Lamborghini enters the town, it catches everyone's eye. People are amazed, but there’s also a hint of jealousy, especially from Natasha. She grits her teeth when she sees you flaunting your wealth.

Before heading back to your father’s house, you stop at the pawn shop where you sold your Rolex.

You walk into the store and see Mr. Rogers carefully examining a pearl necklace while Steve talks to another customer. You clear your throat to get their attention.

Mr. Rogers looks up and says, “Yes? Oh, Tom’s daughter. I heard you went back to the city.”

You bristle slightly, realizing every move you make is a topic in this town. “I decided to stay a while to take care of my father. I’m here to buy back the watch I sold previously.” You show him a stack of cash.

“I’m willing to pay more,” you add, placing the money on the counter with a firm expression.

Mr. Rogers nods, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the cash.

Mr. Rogers was impressed with you. “It’s alright. I won’t ask you for more. Wait a second, I’ll get your watch.” Then he called his son, “Steve, could you accompany Y/N?”

'No, don’t leave me,' you thought. There was an awkward moment, but Steve followed what his father said.

He nodded at you, and you did the same. While waiting, you took a good look at him. He looked different, taller, and had put on some muscle. But one thing that stayed the same was the pencil he always kept on his right ear. He’s an artist and always draws, which is why he keeps a pencil nearby.

“Are you still drawing?” you asked.

Steve never thought you would want to talk to him. “Sometimes.”

“You should tell the truth to your dad,” you said.

“The truth?” Steve looked puzzled.

“Your dream of becoming an artist,” you clarified.

Steve widened his eyes, surprised that you remembered.

“Speak up. That’s what I did after I left this town, and everything opened up for me,” you said, then continued, "Not that I care."

Before Steve could respond, his dad appeared with the watch. “Here’s your watch.”

The Rolex, the first luxurious item you ever bought with your own money, was back in your hand. It had been a gamble to sell it, but it was a promise to yourself that you would find a way to get it back.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. Then you left the store without looking back.

After you left, Steve continued to stare at the door, even though your car was no longer in front of the store. Something you said had ignited a fire in him. He turned to his dad. “I want to say something.”

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You drove back home, the familiar sights and sounds of your small town easing some of the tension from your shoulders. Unexpectedly, Bucky's car was also there when you arrived.

Tom's face brightened when he heard the car, and he eagerly waited at the front door, greeting you warmly as you entered the house.

“Are you exhausted? Do you want something to eat?” Tom asked with concern, guiding you towards the dining table.

You glanced over and saw Bucky, but you chose to ignore him for the moment. On the table, there were scattered papers and a calculator, indicating some sort of ongoing work.

Tom let out a sigh, gesturing towards the mess, “Ah, it’s messy. I’m helping Bucky with the accounting, although I’m not very good at this.”

Then an idea seemed to strike him. Your father looked at you with hopeful anticipation, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, his gaze shifting to Bucky, “Maybe she could be a temporary auditor at your hotel.”

You and Bucky locked eyes, a mix of surprise and hesitation passing between you. What was this? You had just returned home, and now your dad was suggesting that you help the person who had once bullied you?

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