#sorry this is messy i just agree w/ u

[aliidarling]

Ok so reader only know ghostface without the mask and one day catches him take off his mask during a kill and she says that’s hot and he finds out she has a mask kink and maybe like predator prey with squirting ?

He’s lucky she’s into bad boys. Fluff to nsfw

make you mine

ETHAN LANDRY x fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary: you have a study date with your crush and walk in on him wearing his silly ghostface robe

warnings: smut, p in v, blood, oral, light choking, creampie, sweet and mean ethan kinda, mask kink, ethan is our cute psycho bae

i hope you like it :) i’m sorry i didn’t really know how to include predator prey

nsfw content below !!

it had been a few months since you met ethan. he was all you’ve ever wanted— sweet, caring, smart, and dorky. you were into all the same things, from star wars down to gaming. the only thing that wasn’t identical between the two of you were your study habits.

you wouldn’t say you were a troubled student, no, you were struggling student. you needed help, and who’s better to help you then your hot crush who happens to be a straight A+ student?

you had talked it over with him the other day and you both agreed you’d come down to his dorm tonight for a study date— session. he said chad was with tara tonight so it would be just the two of you, ridding you of chads loud yelling. chad was nice, you loved him, but he could get quite a bit annoying when it comes to his gaming or sports shows.

so here you stood, knocking on ethan’s dorm door. silence is all that answered you. you were quite annoyed, you had been standing here for a few minutes now, staring at the wood in your face and waiting for it to open. but thus, no answer. worst part? you could hear the sound of someone walking around and moving things inside. ethan was home. was he ignoring you?

“ethan?” you call out, now getting a little worried. there had been a killer on the loose recently, going by the name ghostface. his shrieking mouth and wide black eyes lingered in your head, for good and bad reasons you didn’t wanna discuss. a voice whispered in your ear, telling you ethan was in trouble inside.

your hand found its way on the handle and slowly turned it, blinking in surprise when it opens with a small creak. it wasn’t like ethan or chad to leave their door ever unlocked. odd.

you step in and immediately freeze at the sight of blood trails on the ground, splattered over the floor and leading to ethan’s room. you gulp nervously and quickly lock the door behind you, worriedly rushing to his kitchen to grab a knife before slowly walking towards his bedroom.

you peeked your head in, looking around the dark young adult room. he had a large bed in the corner of the room, with dozens of pillows and a plaid navy blue blanket, his clothes hanging on the edges. his desk was next to his bed, also working as his nightstand, with his gaming set up on the top. you loved his gaming set up, it was always fun to play on it or watch him play himself.

but it wasn’t how messy his room was that had you gaping in shock— no, it was the sight of him standing in the middle of the room with his back to you, black robe stained with bloody smears on his body, and a familiar mask in his hands. he was looking around the room in a rush, trying to change out of it quickly before you came, you assumed.

“ethan?” you choked out, your voice pathetically small.

he jumps at the sound of your voice, immediately turning to face you. his eyes are wide, brown curls messy and his plump lips parted in surprise. horror takes over his expression as he gawks at you, holding the mask silently for a moment before shoving it behind his mask.

“what are you doing here?” he coughs awkwardly.

you gaze at him, blinking dumbly.

“we.. had.. a study da— session.”

“..right.” he gulps hard. he didnt forget, of course he didn’t. he had been freaking out all week about having the perfect night with you. he was gonna play a movie and study with you and play some games— not whatever the hell this is.

“..you’re.. the ghostface.” you mumble and step forward, shutting the door behind you. he blinks in surprise at your easiness and how you weren’t on your knees crying. you were calm. collected. it freaked him out a little.

“you’re not screaming and crying.” he comments, dark eyes staring you down as you finally step face to face with him. a small smile tugs at your lips, hands going to gently pull the mask from his hands to look over the white plastic now stained red.

“i’m just glad you’re okay,” you mumble, rubbing the blood smudge, “i saw the blood trail and assumed the worst.” you smile up at him. he shudders.

this was weird. you weren’t scared at all. no, you were giving him bedroom eyes and showing your pretty little smile at him. he wants to scoop you up already.

“you do realize i’m the ghostface, right?” he scoffs, one hand going to gently take your chin. his robe and bloody appearance gives him more confidence, letting him take ahold of your face to pull him closer. “the same dude who’s been trying to kill all our friends.”

he doesn’t miss the way your cheeks burn up at his touch. a small grin appears on his face. he couldn’t of fallen in love with a more perfect woman.

“as long as you don’t hurt me.” you smile sheepishly and look him up and down, scanning his attire more clearly now that you’re up close. it’s slightly sparkly, the fabric glistening from his led lights.

“i would never hurt you.” he coo’s, gently rubbing his thumb against your porcelain skin. his gloves are thick but you can still feel his warmth against your skin, rubbing a small amount of blood onto your skin. he smiles at the contrast of your cute face with the blood stain.

your lips part by themselves as you look up at him, lashes batting. he takes one good look at your face and immediately knows what you want. one hand wraps around your small waist and the other tangles itself in your hair, pulling you against his lips with a small moan.

the kiss is gentle and slow, soft pants leaving the two of you between each kiss. your skin felt milky in his hands. you had imagined the two of you kissing many times— during your lunch break and when you had movie nights with the whole friend group, but you never imagined it like this.

with blood all over him, the ghostface mask in your hand and his rough hands gently scooping you up into his arms. his muscles have never been more prominent, making you cling tighter and let out a small moan into his lips. he groans at your soft little noise, pulling you closer and starting to walk you towards his bed.

with a soft thud your back hits the mattress, blinking up at him with a flushed expression and a smile creeping onto your lips. he begins to put his mask off to the side before you quickly catch his wrist, “wait, don’t.” you say. he frowns down at you in surprise, brow raising up.

“don’t what?” he hums in amusement.

“keep.. it.. on.” you mutter hesitantly.

oh, you were gonna be the death of him for sure. your cute little smile and big eyes blinking up at him innocently, as if you didn’t just ask him to fuck you in his mask. he can’t help but immediately smash his lips back onto yours, taking advantage of the last few seconds he’ll be able to kiss you.

his hands are gentle with you but in a hurry as he tugs down your clothes, pulling down your bottoms and yanking your top off you. he’s trying be careful— but he can’t wait any longer for your sweet taste.

“i’m gonna use my mouth on you and then i’ll put the mask on, okay?” he whispers, glancing at you with pleading brown eyes. you nod meekly and part your thighs, watching as he lowers his head between them and presses a soft kiss to your folds. you let out a soft exhale at that, your hands going to tangle themselves in his soft hair. you make sure you don’t accidentally pull his hair too hard.

his lips aren’t very experienced when it comes to pleasing women but he tries his best, sucking at your clit while his gloved fingers prod at your hole, gently sliding in a finger and curling it up into your g-spot. the noise you make motivates him further, his sucking increasing in its pressure as he wiggles his finger.

“please, just like that-“ you gasp, your legs finding their way over his shoulders. your feet kick lightly against his muscular back, eyes fluttered shut in bliss and mouth agape with noises falling out like a broken record.

he hums, muffled by your pussy. the vibration makes you shiver and clench down on his fingers. he notices and decides to add in his second finger, giving your clit a few little nibbles to distract you from the stretch. you whine lewdly and he chuckles lightly.

a few more minutes are spent of him slowly building you up until you fall over the edge, moaning happily as he drives his thick fingers deeper and deeper until you cum on his fingers, some of it getting on his chin. his lower face glows with your essence, parting after a moment with a slow breath.

“so perfect for me.” his lips perk up, hands going to tug at your waist, pulling you further down the bed until your right under him. he kneels over you, grabbing his mask and pulling it back on. your reaction is immediate, cheeks flushing at the sight of the tall masked man, bloody mask and robe looming over your naked form.

“never thought you’d be into this, doll.” he muses, feeling a switch in his personality with the confidence the mask gives him. his hands are quick to pull his robe aside, pulling his hard cock out from his sweatpants. it slaps against his abdomen with a soft squelch, the pre cum glistening with his tip throbbing red.

“gonna be a good girl and take this cock?” he asks gently, crawling over you.

“yes ghostface..” you giddily smile, grinning up at him as he presses your thighs to your chest and giving him access to your core. he smiles under his mask in approval, gently rubbing circles on your thighs, before pressing his head against your opening. he watches your face as he slowly inches it in, going deeper and deeper into your gummy walls, splitting you apart in his girth.

“fuck, feels s’good ethan.” you say in an almost whiny tone, gawking at the stretch and how good it feels to have your best friend finally dick you down the way you’ve been imagining for months. you’re rendered speechless as he impales you slowly and gently, relishing in how you moan so pretty.

“it’s ghostface to you, baby.” he corrected with a cocky tone. once the words leave his mouth, he delivers a harsh thrust into you, making you bite down and squeak. the stretch is barely there anymore— your wetness letting him easily make his home inside you.

“s-sorry, sorry, please ghostface—“ you quickly replied, chest heaving up and down as he starts a pace. your mouth falls open as his fat head slams against your cervix, hands holding your thighs tightly down with an almost bruising grip. when you imagined finally having sex with him, you pictured gentle and slow love making, not this.

his shrieking expression stared down at you emotionlessly, the blood reminding you he had just murdered someone before pushing his cock inside you. their blood was all over the room, staining the floor and now your porcelain skin. and for some odd reason, your pussy clamped down on him harder at that.

“you’re— so— so damn, tight—“ he hisses lowly, a guttural groan coming from him. he harshly slams inside you, one of his hands going to wrap around your throat and squeeze. the choking catches you off guard, blinking up at him in distraught before whimpering pathetically.

he snickers at that. “such a god damn whore,” he laughs, squeezing your airway gently while thrusting harder and harder into your pussy. “moaning like a slut while the blood of an innocent person gets all over them.” he huffs.

he pulls himself down, pressing his chest against your thighs. “my slut, right?” he coos in an almost sweet tone, mocking you no doubt. you nod with a muffled cry, feeling your orgasm near once again. he could feel himself growing close to his climax as well, his cock throbbing intensely inside you.

“fuck— fuck, gonna cum? gonna cum for me?” he gives your thigh a little swat before pressing his rough fingers against your clit, pinching and rubbing it harshly as you squeal. he doesn’t let up on his pace at all, rather taking your choked up noises as more reason to go harder.

your nod is eager and messy, big watery eyes gazing up at his mask. your pussy was too tight and he could feel himself cumming already, his thrusts slowing down until he gives you one last little jerk of his hips. a soft sigh leaves him as your walls spasm around him tightly. his eyes widen in shock as you squirt all over his cock and robe, a gasp leaving the two of you.

it’s silence for a moment before he starts snickering, staring down at the mess you made of his robe. your cheeks turn red and you weakly sit up, blinking at him with dazed eyes and swollen lips. he could see the light mark his hand made around your neck, making him almost harden again.

“s-shut up, i didn’t know i could do that!” you hiss defensively, blushing and squeezing your thighs shut. he laughs and shakes his head, pulling his mask off and shaking his curls free.

“dont worry about it baby, just lay back. lemme clean you up and then maybe we can do that studying.” he snorts. you roll your eyes and reluctantly lay back down, staring at him.

“are you, uh, actually ghostface?” your small question breaks the silence as he fixes you up. he scowls down at you.

“yeah, dumbass.”

[lizzieisright]

hey hurt/comfort idea:

soo what about the reader and abby being best friends for years and reader always had a crush on abby. they go to a party and abby introduces her new gf to u. she always liked her but thought reader didn’t (always a bit horny around reader, but they know eachother since childhood so abby mistakes readers flirting as being flirty like friends) so reader gets absolutely hartbroken, drinks till she passes out but abby takes care of her ofc. abbys gf is always with her tho so it just hurts even more.

she avoids abby till the next frat prty or smth (maybe it’s college!au) and then they hook up, abby can’t remember cause she’s too drunk and is back w her gf

very messy but i hope u get the idea :P

(also to make it more hurtful make abby mean while she’s drunk bc she’s going through a rough time but isn’t telling anyone)

It took me so long, I'm so sorry

Palestine: what can you do

I've changed a few things (they don't hook up) because I can't deal with cheating, and I couldn't decide on what ending I wanted so there's a poll in the end.

Tags: Modern AU, childhood friends, Angst, pining and unrequited love, of course.

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Abby is a fucking God, and you come to this conclusion when you're 11 and she helps you with your stupid assignment.

When you're both 14 you start to understand that what you feel for her is not, in fact, an admiration. 

You come to this conclusion when you sit in her bedroom and she jokes about teaching you how to kiss because you're a loser and you agree - and yeah, the kiss is a mess, but now you both know that you want to kiss girls. And you want to kiss one girl in particular, but Abby is your best friend and you won’t do anything that will lead to losing her.

Being a God means Abby is out of your reach and you have to live with your stupid feelings.

You're jealous of every boy who jokes around her to get her attention.

You're jealous of every girl who dares to look at her a little too long.

Abby is popular and she starts dating and it breaks your heart every time, and you can't look at other people because all your gods look like Abby.

"Why don't you go on a date?" Abby asks once when you're 16 and you're eating pizza in your bedroom, watching another marvel movie. "I think Jen likes you."

"I don't want to." What would be the point if the only person you want to date won't ever look at you this way?

"Why? Don't you get horny like the rest of us mortals?"

The worst part of being in love with your popular best friend is that she recently lost her virginity and she can't shut up about sex because she is excited about it.

"I have my hand, Abby." You roll your eyes at her.

"But it feels better when the other person does it." Abby winks and puts her hand on your thigh. "It's better, isn't it?" She rubs your thigh and your breath hitches. She looks at you, playful, and goes a little up on your thigh, and your face burns.

"You belong in horny jail, Anderson." You laugh, but don't move her hand: if you move it she'll call you a chicken, but she is a chicken enough herself to not move it further.

And she doesn't.

You live your life peacefully, dealing with your feelings as best as you can.

Then college starts and you're too busy to think about Abby 24/7 and you feel like it gets easier. Like you can breathe around her and you almost don't feel pain when she talks about her sex life.

Almost.

You know it's easy to deal with because all those girls in her bed are temporary while you're in Abby's life forever, and not because your feelings suddenly fainted. Abby likes to sleep around, she is a flirt even with you - a lot, actually, she thinks she can get away with a lot by saying she is touch-starved and then her hands wander off somewhere they're not supposed to be, and you let her, because you'll take whatever you can.

So you go through Abby's fuckboy phase with ease, because sex talk is way better than feelings talk.

A few years pass and suddenly the feelings talk starts, and you're slowly dying inside, because Abby likes someone. Abby talks about how nervous she is around her, she is always on her phone texting her, she is always busy when you want to spend time with her.

You hate this girl with all you have, because she takes Abby away, she takes everything away - Abby is not touchy anymore, she only hugs you briefly when you see her, she is not listening to you half of the time, too caught up in her fantasies.

You hope her girl is a bitch and an asshole and toxic so you can talk Abby out of it, but then Abby tells you she is going to introduce you at the party and you cry yourself to sleep that night.

"How do I look?"

"Like you need Jesus." You say honestly because Abby in the muscle tee and a pair of cargo pants makes you ache.

"Yeah?" Abby looks at you through the mirror with that fucking smirk she knows you like. "Am I fuckable?"

"We both know you prefer to be on the other end of that word, Anderson." You roll your eyes and put your shoes on only to straighten up to Abby's face way too close. She looks you up and down.

"You're very fuckable though."

"Fuck off." You huff and open the door of her apartment, hoping she won't tease you for being flustered. "Let's go before Manny gets so drunk you'll have to carry him. Again."

You spent the night in dread of meeting Abby's girl, dreaming of seeing her red flags or something to have a real reason to hate her to Abby's face, but then Abby lights up and she excuses herself to go and meet her girl, while you try so hard to not throw up from your nerves.

The girl is gorgeous.

"This is (y/n)." Abby motions at you and you smile politely. "This is Mia."

"I'm so happy to meet you." Mia smiles and she looks kind and genuine and fuck, you can't hate her. There's no jealousy in her, no fake smiles, no tense body language. "Abby loves you so much."

You swallow hard.

"I put up with so much of her shit, she doesn't have a choice." You joke and Mia laughs.

Mia is funny and cute and you understand why Abby likes her, because it's impossible not to. Mia is a type of girl that you'd think of as a bitch because she is popular, therefore arrogant, but when you get to know her she is a total sweetheart who'd help you find a way to your class if she notices you're lost.

This is hard.

This is going to break you.

You can't cope with this. You can't cope with seeing Abby's gentle gaze on Mia, with her careful touch and constant care. So you excuse yourself and go to the bar to get drunk, as if you can drown your feelings by dragging them to the bottom of the bottle. You dance and you drink, you dance and you drink and repeat it five other times until all long islands make you feel sick and you can't walk by yourself anymore. You're an independent woman and you refuse to ask for help, but when you can't order a taxi for the fifth time because your eyes are so blurry, Mia comes to you and holds you by your elbow.

"We will take you home, okay?" She says kindly and you feel your lips tremble. We.

"Jus- can you c'll a taxi f'me?" You slur, but you feel Abby's hand on your waist as she supports you. "Don't wanna ruin your night."

"You're not ruining anything." Mia says cheerfully and orders a taxi when Abby gives her your address. "Happens to the best of us."

The drive home makes you super dizzy and Abby has to put her hand between your head and the car door because you hit it all the time. The moment the car stops and Abby goes around to help you get on your legs, you throw up on the ground and it's a miracle you don't get everyone's shoes dirty.

Abby decides to carry you to your place and you can't shut up even for a second.

"I'm s'sorry guys. Not a good first impression. I really like you, Mia. You look kind. Like a grandma. In a good way, I'm sorry." Mia giggles. "Your laugh is very cute. It's cute, right Abby?"

"Yeah." Abby agrees quietly and what you don't know is that for her your drunken rant was way cuter than her girlfriend's laugh.

"Yeah. You look great together, I'm s'happy for you Abby. Haven't seen her that nervous because of a girl in years, can you imagine, Mia? You make this asshole nervous." You're chuckling sadly, you want to cry because you don't make Abby nervous.

No, you just embarrass her in front of her girlfriend because you're so pathetically in love you can't deal with it and drink half of the bar until you forget how to walk on your own.

Abby helps you change and Mia gives you water. She makes sure there is fresh air in your room and she tucks your blanket, and you close your eyes to hide your tears because Mia is so nice. She is a dream girl and Abby is so happy and there is no space for you anymore.

Because Mia took your place in that forever equation.

On the next day you text your apologies to both Abby and Mia (she followed you on instagram and asked you how you felt) and you can't deal with this. It hurts so much because you love Abby so much and you want her to be happy but it seems like the price of it is going to be your heart.

So you start avoiding her as best as possible, and what is more sad - it's not even that hard. Abby is always with Mia, fuck, Mia even asks you to come with them to hang out, which you always find an excuse not to. Library, fever, other plans, other plans again, sorry, paper is due tomorrow, my aunt is in town (she is not). Anything to not meet with them.

You still see Abby during classes and you give each other life updates, but it's been weeks since you actually hung out and you accept the reality that yes, there's no place for you in Abby's life anymore.

You cry every fucking night.

Then Abby suddenly remembers you exist and she asks you if you want to hang out, just the two of you, because she misses you. You miss her too and you agree.

You regret it the moment she cuddles you in front of her tv. She has a girlfriend now, why is she so touchy again? Did something happen with Mia that Abby came to you?

"Is everything okay with Mia?"

"Yeah, she is great." Abby says and buries her nose in your neck.

No. You can't deal with this.

So you start avoiding Abby at all costs after this - you can't shake the feeling that this is cheating, because for you Abby's touch has never been platonic, no. And it never felt platonic either, it was always giving you hope because Abby was flirting and touching the way friends don't touch each other. Maybe one day she'd finally give you a chance, you thought, but this day never came.

It is another party a month and half later - yay, Abby and Mia have been together for two months now! - and you don't know if Abby is going to come, but you hope she doesn't. You know she knows something is up and she will want her answers if she meets you.

But you have fun. You play games, you drink, you dance, you get flirted with and you forget about your pain just to get so drunk again you can't help but go outside to find a place to cry in peace.

You miss Abby, you miss her because she is a part of you and yes, you're in love with her, but she also your best fucking friend and you hate yourself for being in love with her, because it ruins your life. It has been ruining your life since you were fourteen and actually understood what you felt, but now it was getting serious.

"(Y/n)?"

Fuck.

You wipe your tears and look at Abby who is standing right in front of you.

"Hi." You squeak and she drops on the knees to look at you.

"Did something happen? Why are you crying?"

"I'm just sad. Don't worry." You try to smile but Abby's frown makes you cry more. "I'm going home anyway, so you can enjoy the party."

"What the hell are you saying? I'm not leaving you."

She should. She should leave you and not complicate it further.

Abby calls a taxi and you chuckle in your head - If you had a nickel for every time Abby was taking your drunk ass home, you'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

You tell her as much because the meme is funny and you try to be positive.

Abby helps you out of the car and this time you don't throw up.

"You know, last time I totally embarrassed myself in front of Mia." You chuckle and make your way upstairs with Abby's arm around your waist. "She is cute, I'm so happy for you."

Abby chuckles and leads you inside your apartment, but between the two of you she is mostly sober and she has some questions, and she wants her answers. You know this too, so when you sit on your sofa you feel like all your shields are crumbling: you’re giving up on hiding this from her. If this is the end, so be it.

"You've been avoiding me." Abby says quietly, looking you in your eyes like she is just a little bit mad. 

"Yeah, I know." You admit with a chuckle. "You have a girlfriend now, it's so cool. When was the last time you liked someone like that? Back in school?"

"So you've been avoiding me on purpose." 

"I don't think you can avoid someone accidentally, Abby.” You say, not holding back your venom. “Anyway, I’m so happy for you.”

“Why are you avoiding me?” Abby moves closer to you  and you swallow your tears because there’s nowhere to run.

“Because it’s easier.” You shrug. “I just want you to be happy, okay? Does Mia make you happy?”

“Yeah.” Abby admits and you start crying again: it hurts so fucking much. 

“Good. It’s good. I’m happy for you.” You sniffle and Abby huffs, annoyed.

“Stop saying that. Stop avoiding my questions.”

Inside you all hell breaks loose.

“I love you, okay?” You finally burst. “I love you, and it hurts so fucking bad and I can’t fucking see you with her or know that you’re with her! What do you want me to do? What would you do if you were me? I can’t- I can’t-” You throw your hands desperately and bite your lip, too angry with this whole situation.

“I love you too.” Abby says, confused.

“No, no Abby, you don’t understand.” You’re quiet and angry, almost spitting every word out. “I’m in love with you. I’m not jealous as a friend, Abby. I’m jealous because I want to be in her place, okay? Fuck, I wanted to be in your every girl’s place since you started dating girls!” 

There is silence. You thought it would be terrifying - this silence - but right now you feel nothing except how dizzy your head is. You feel empty and there's no tears anymore. Abby stares at you in shock, her fists clenched, and you chuckle cynically. 

“So can I continue avoiding you now or should I suffer more?”

“Fuck, (y/n)..” Abby sighs and rubs her forehead, going over her face with her palm. “Fuck. Don't do this to me.”

“Well.” You huff, annoyed. “Not like I have a fucking choice, Anderson.”

Abby throws her head back and stares at the ceiling while you do the same, trying to keep your drunk ass stable. You feel like eternity passes before Abby speaks again, and it is strangely comforting, having your best friend here with you, in this boat of pain, and sharing it with her. 

“All these years. All these years we could have been together.” Abby sounds like she is mourning. 

You thought your heart broke when you met Mia? Forget it, it's broken now.

You sob, howl almost, and Abby is suddenly holding you in her arms, placing kisses to your hair. Her heart can't handle seeing you cry, never could - yes, she tried to move on with Mia, and it worked partially, but all her effort went to shit just now. You're the most precious girl to her and nothing can change it. Abby swallows and braces herself, suddenly making a decision in her head, all her anxiety about what is a right thing to do gone. 

“You know what? Fuck it. Fuck all that time we've missed. I'm not letting you go now.” Abby says in your ear and you sob even more violently. “Come on, baby, I'm here. Let me see your face.”

You can't believe it. You can't even process it: is it your drunken dream? Are you hallucinating? It would definitely not be the first time. But you look up at Abby and she gently wipes your tears and there’s so much love and hurt in her eyes it’s hard not to break into another sobbing fit. 

“I've been in love with you since we were seventeen.” Abby smiles at you and you shakily smile back. “I’m sorry it came to this. But I'm here now.”

“I love you.” You say feverishly and Abby's restraint breaks.

She kisses you hungrily, practically devouring you, and you're weak, so you return her kiss and press into her, soaking in her warmth and strength. Abby is solid and tender, she holds you like she cares and you cling to her for a moment.

But then you remember yourself and push Abby away, shaking your head.

“No. You're better than this. You're not going to betray Mia like this. I'm not going to let you, Abby. We're not doing this,” You motion between yourself and her. “Behind your girlfriend's back. And I'm also fucking drunk.”

Abby chuckles and kisses your forehead. 

“Come on, I'll help you get into your bed.”

Everything else after is a blur as Abby helps you change and covers you with your blanket, and you fall asleep. You can't wait for the morning to come.

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[neuvistar]

i present to uu… a kim dokja mini thirst cuz i need him so bad! ++ think of this as a filler, cuz i feel the need to write something after all the requests drowning in my drafts soooyes! i don’t like keeping u all waiting so here’s a lil filler <3

for warnings ! suggestive, dokja x afab reader but i didn’t rlly specify their gender, this is so messy n all over the place i’m sorry this isn’t the best, uhmmm dokja being such a sweetheart mhm mhm mhm, vaginal sex, kim dokja is good w his fingers foreals, some use of nicknames overall suggestive content !! | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

“can i give you a kiss..?” was all dokja asked. you could’ve sworn you heard a quiet “please?” afterwards, but maybe that was just your mind playing tricks on you. dokja felt his face get warmer and warmer by the second, his heart racing as he could almost feel it pounding through his chest with how close his body was to yours. swallowing a lump in his throat, his thumb drew small circles on the flesh of your hips, eyes filled with desperation and plain lust. for you.

“mm.. of course you can, pretty”

he didn’t expect you to agree so easily. your response made his face flush even farther, dokja’s pupils dilated as he leaned in.. his arm on your waist. he pressed his lips against your own, kissing you deeply yet so passionately. how can someone’s kiss be so dirty but so gentle? his eyes fluttered shut as he held it in for as long as he could.. allowing his body to do all the talking before gently placing his hand the back of your neck to keep you still on his lap, oh yeah.. you’re not going anywhere anytime soon. dokja’s kisses were absolutely deadly, that’s why you loved them. he always took his sweet time with you, holding you ever-so gently as if you were a feather. kim dokja couldn’t keep his hands off of you either as his fingers travelling underneath your shirt, pinching your sensitive nipples.

“mmf!— s’pretty dokja..”

he planted chaste kisses against the base of your neck, watching your body jolt at the sudden contact as he chuckled against your skin. “you’re prettier.” he murmured in your ear. “you’re really pretty.”

“all for you.”

you began to grind your wet heat against his thighs, licking your lips. fuck, he wanted you so bad. and you grinding and pressing your pretty pussy against his thighs wasn’t helping. not at all. dokja bucked his hips against yours, you knew dokja.. he wasn’t just gonna turn down your desires. his lips latched onto yours again. “y—you’re too pretty babe, it’s almost hard to resist you.” he admitted, pressing soft kiss on your cheek before gesturing you keep going, rubbing yourself against his thigh at a quicker pace. dokja’s fingers shook as he struggled to hold hold himself back, trying his absolute hardest to fight his urges.. his urges to pick you up and bend you over over the table and fuck you like it was his last day on earth. he can’t do that, no. not yet. dokja pulls your shorts and panties aside, not waiting any longer as he sinks his slender fingers inside your drooling cunt, thrusting them into the sweetest spots of your walls. he curled his fingers inside you, you came almost immediately on his digits because of how well he was hitting your areas, pumping them slightly faster now. the lewd sounds of squelching was all that could be heard, mixing in with the whimpers and whines that left your pretty lips.

“dokja..” your boyfriend pressed his thumb against your clit, body shuddering as you moaned his name, tightening your grip on his clothes. you could tell dokja was slowly losing control of himself, fingers tugging at your nipples roughly. he began hastily undoing his belt, easing the discomfort of his erected cock as he aligned himself with your entrance, bucking his hips against yours almost immediately. your mouth hung open, throwing your head back at how full you already felt, yet he hasn’t even fit half of his length inside! “dokja!”

he felt so so good, you felt so full.. his cock sliding in and out of you so easily like that.. he knew just how well he could fuck you, he knew no one else could fuck you like he could. he knew that so so well. he grew more desperate for you, savouring the feeling of you clenching and pulsing around his dick every single time he hit a good spot. your body squirmed under his touch, eyes rolled to the back of your head at how harsh his thrusts were, your juices painting his dick with a creamy halo of white. “please.. please ah—“ he whined, lifting your waist. dokja held you in place, his thrusts grew harsher as he practically slammed himself inside your cunt. your moans gradually got louder, almost too loud.

a hand slapped over your mouth instinctively, mewling loudly as your fingers gripped harder at the softness of his coat, “f—fuck.. i think I'm stretching you out quite the bit right at this angle, h-hm?” he couldn’t stop his thrusts no matter how hard he tried, dokja shuddered as your soft lips touched him. your kisses felt like fire spreading across his skin. it felt heavenly to him, he couldn’t get enough of you. “you feel so good,” *he whispered between kisses, “more.. more please. i need more of you, i-i—“

in a blink of an eye, your back was pressed against the wall.. dokja’s arms hooked under your knees as he held you up, slowly setting you down on his cock, rubbing against your wet slit from time to time. “give me more.. please. ‘want you so bad already.. let me— fuck.. i wanna feel you even more.. please!”

special tag 4 my bff @yanqingisim

[chaosology]

invisible strings

Sam Kerr x reader

uses this+this request

warnings: underage drinking, gay pining, not proof read so u can call me out on grammar and i wont get my feelings hurt.

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September, 2003 - Perth, Australia

"Mum, it's so obvious she doesn't want me there!" You whined. Your mother was haphazardly chucking a soccer ball in a birthday bag, arranging the blue paper around it so it was semi-presentable. Bless her, but you knew Sam wouldn't care for the wrapping.

She had awkwardly handed you a party invitation after school that day as you plucked your bags off the racks.

"My mum said I had to invite a girl to come, sorry. There's good cake, though. It's ice cream."

She ran off almost as fast as she appeared, leaving you outside your Year 4 class alone. Why you? You weren't sporty at all, she could've at least invited one of the netball girls - they were always picking Sam for their teams, too. You were the anti-Sam, spending lunch with a small group of girls playing hopscotch and batting your eyes for the teacher's approval.

Black marker in your hand, you scribbled down a messy "happy birthday, Sammy K" in one of the white spaces on the ball. Your mum had taken you to Big W to choose one after school immediately after, given the late notice. You held it back, admiring your work. Would a heart be appropriate?

Yes.

You only turn 10 once, right? You added it front and centre on the ball, writing your name in the middle so she knew who it was from (though, she could probably tell a tween boy didn't make such an effort).

The party was, as expected, all boys. Sam's mother had greeted you warmly at the door, ushering you in with a comforting (and almost apologetic smile). Sam ran over excitedly to grab the gift bag off you, grabbing your arm to pull you over to the snacks table. You were introduced to all the other boys there, most of whom you knew from school.

You smiled shyly at all of them, spending most of the time sitting on the folded chairs outside while nibbling on some fairy bread and praying your mum would come get you. Sam ran around with the boys all afternoon, leaving you all alone with your thoughts. As it turned out, you had gotten the wrong type of football for Sam. You felt guilty for rushing at the shops, but Sam had hid the disappointment well, even complimenting your handwriting.

As the day came to an end, you were joined by Isaac. He was a friend of Sam's from an outside sports league, but had forgotten his asthma puffer and had to call it after two hours of straight footy. You talked most of the afternoon, complaining about your random 10 year old problems. You couldn't help noticing the way Sam came to talk to you more when she noticed Isaac there.

She probably just felt bad, you thought.

October, 2007 - Perth, Australia

Things had blossomed with Isaac. You remained friends for a few years, which eventually grew into something more romantic. He was your first boyfriend, and unfortunately your first love.

You were both invited to a party up in the hills. He had begged you to go, having become engrossed in the rumours of cruisers and beers being supplied by who-fucking-care's older brother. You had little interest, but his incessant nagging was beginning to piss you off, so you agreed.

Unfortunately as you both matured, Isaac changed. He was egotistical and big-headed, busy with AFL and making crude comments when he thought you weren't listening. It was hard not to see him in a different light, but sometimes you were offered a small glimpse at the small, sweet boy who sat out of breath next to you at the party.

You tugged on the hem of the sort black dress you were wearing, trying desperately hard to pull it further down your thigh. Isaac suggested "something sexy" for the party, much to your disagreement. You relented, and were now regretting it as you faced the chilly atmosphere of Perth's spring. He showed little interest in you while you sat next to him in on the couch, only passing you a beer and whispering "don't be lame" in your ear. Safe to say, the party kinda sucked.

You considered telling him you were going out front for air, but the way he was basically eye-fucking Karen Davies made you think twice. You wandered outside with teary eyes, Corona bottle in your hand as you breezed through the crowd of sweaty teenagers.

"Y/N?"

You turned, face to face with... Sam? She was older now, with slightly longer hair down to her shoulders and dressed in an oversized hoodie. Why was she giving you butterflies?

"Hey Sam," your voice came, "Sorry, just getting some air."

"Mind if I join?"

You motioned wordlessly for her to follow, her hand placed lightly on the small of your back as you navigated the halls to the front yard. God, you were so glad she couldn't see the red hot blush that painted your cheeks.

The two of you found yourselves sitting on the curb, legs stretched lazily out into the street.

"So Isaac's a dick now, 'ey?"

It was so nonchalant that it barely seemed hostile, Sam just took another swig from her bottle, grumbling when she noticed it was empty.

"You also don't have to drink the rest of that, you know? Doesn't make you lame or whatever."

You silently passed her the bottle, expecting for her to just chuck in a bin when she passed one next. However, she downed it in one go.

"Dickhead! I thought you were gonna throw it out! What if I wanted that later?" You laughed, playfully attempting to shove her off the curb. She only giggled in response, lightly shoving you back.

"Hey, I never got to say thanks for that soccer ball all those years ago," she started, "I actually play now. Mum 'n dad made me stop AFL, all the guys are bigger than me. But I actually really like soccer, your ball was the one I first used." She looked almost embarrassed confessing it, a small blush spreading across her face.

"Oh god, I remember that. Sorry, I think I scribbled all over it."

"Nah, it's cute- It's cool, sorry. It's cool, I liked it." She stammered, getting what looked like progressively more and more red.

"What are you up to now?" She said, awkwardly trying to change the subject.

"Oh I dunno, not much. Studying a lot, really. Isaac's been so odd lately so it's usually just me... It'd be cool to be a doctor, I think."

She looked up, eyebrows raised.

"No way! I always knew you'd do something like that, you were such a teacher's pet in primary school... The smartest, most nerdiest one there." She was back to her playful teasing now, and you found yourself slightly wishing that she'd flirt like this more.

What about Isaac? Were you a bad person? Why was Sam making you feel like this? Your head was starting to spin aggressively, the alcohol taking it's toll on your slight, 15 year old self. Sam grabbed your arm, rushing to hold back your hair as you crawled over to a bush, puking all over it. You felt too sick to be embarrassed.

Most of what you remember was her putting you in a taxi and slipping her phone number in your pocket. The next morning, you made sure to find the little note and stick it to your wall, staring longingly at the message written on it.

"Let's be friends - Sammy K"

You also broke up with Isaac.

April, 2014 - Perth / New York City

Y/N Y/L/N: haha sorry, is this the right Sam?? :D

Samantha Kerr: no way, yeah! how r u

Y/N Y/L/N: good! i'm so sorry i never messaged u after that party :( my mum never let me get a phone

↳ i wanted facebook to find u

Samantha Kerr: heheh no worries, what time is it for u rn?

Y/N Y/L/N: it's 9pm LOL aren't u here??

Samantha Kerr: nopeee :p i'm in new york

↳ i play soccer here! well for a bit cos i have to go back and forth

Y/N Y/L/N: no way, that's so sick... i'm jelly. stuck studying rn

Samantha Kerr: u haven't changed

Y/N Y/L/N: didn't u call me "teacher's pet" >:)

↳ med is super fun tho... come see me for sport injuries

Samantha Kerr: ...

Samantha Kerr: how's Isaac?

Y/N Y/L/N: omg Isaac haha, long gone... not my type

Samantha Kerr: ur type... not dickheads i'm guessing?

Y/N Y/L/N: *men

Samantha Kerr: LOL hahahaha same

↳ welcome to the better side

Y/N Y/L/N: ^_^

↳ how's things for u???

Samantha Kerr: heh yea good, the team here is super sick. NY is cool, lots of weird stuff... and christmas is so cold. my gf from here tho so she always makes fun of my accent :DDD

Y/N Y/L/N: ohh cool srry didn't know u had a gf... met thru soccer??

Samantha Kerr: yeh, we play for the same team. she's awesome

↳ someone @ home for u?

Y/N Y/L/N: haha no :/ someone but i don't think it'll work out

Samantha Kerr: aw that sucks,,, don't give up tho

↳ we should hang when i'm back next!

Y/N Y/L/N: that would be cool. i'd like that!

December, 2016 - Perth, Australia

She was always on your mind, but could she say the same of you? You and Sam had gotten so much closer over the years, texting 24/7 when either of you had the chance. She was returning back for Christmas and you were on your way to pick her up from the airport, helping to surprise to her family.

You hadn't been able to date properly since that conversation with Sam on the curb. Nobody else made your heart skip a beat like she did, and you found yourself yearning to feel her touch once again, even if it was brief. You didn't care. You comforted her when she went through her first serious break up, and she would stay on call for hours while you broke down about the pressures of med school. It felt like there was something pulling the two of you together, and god, you hoped she felt it too.

Standing at the International Arrivals gate was nerve-racking. Every flurry of passengers sent your nerves flying, eyes anxiously darting from person to person as you picked at your nails in anticipation. You were so nervous, you almost missed her.

She was finally here.

Her short hair was tied back, and the dark rings under her eyes proved how drained she was from the flight. She lugged a large, black suitcase with her, looking around until her eyes met yours.

You both rushed forward. She engulfed you in a warm hug that felt like... home?

No words were shared as you stood there in each other's embrace.

The car ride to Sam's house was comfortably silent, but you couldn't help but notice how Sam's hand had come to rest on your leg as you drove. It felt like it was on fire, but she didn't acknowledge it, sunglasses over her eyes as she looked tiredly out her window.

You were probably just reading into things, Sam admitted once that she's a really touchy person. You didn't want to lead yourself on.

Sam's family had invited you inside for the celebrations, surrounding you with all sorts of questions about schooling and your life. In a quiet moment, it was just you and her mother alone on the couch. Her siblings and dad were outside chatting at the barbecue, with the two of you remaining inside to escape the heat.

"She loves you, you know," her mother said matter-of-factly, "you love her too."

"Excuse me? I swear I-"

"Oh, don't be silly." She replied, leaning to hold your hand.

"That girl looks at you like you hung the stars. I get so many calls of Y/N this... Y/N that... She's besotted."

"I- I don't know what to say," you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill, "was it that obvious?"

"Oh, no no. Don't worry. Us mother's have a way with things. Don't think yours doesn't see it too."

You laughed, raising your head to meet your eye. She released your hands, patting you on the knee as she walked off at the same time Sam conveniently entered. Nice one, Roxy.

"God... do you remember that birthday party I had?" She laughed, coming to sit next to you. She stretched her arms over the top of the couch, her fingertips only inches from where you were currently resting.

"How could I forget? Hey guys, this is Y/N that doesn't play footy - isn't that how you introduced me?"

She just laughed at your mock offence, small apologies leaving her mouth as she reminisced.

"I mean, it wasn't a lie."

"Oh fuck off, Kerr." You shoved her lightly, watching as her hand came to her chest to feign offence. You both fell quiet, meeting each other's eyes in a once again comfortable silence.

"Why me?"

Sam looked taken aback, her eyes down as she searched for an answer.

"Why not you?" She said, looking up. You could tell the mood had shifted as her eyes met yours, a hint of vulnerability across her face.

"I think... I think I always knew it was you."

"Sam-"

"No," she spoke softly, her hand coming to hold yours, "Just let me finish?"

You nodded.

"I can't really explain it, but there's just this pull. It feels like I can't stay away, you know? We always found a way back to each other, even after all these years. It's just- It's just always you"

The tears that were threatening to spill finally did as you pulled her close. You could taste the salty tears that left both your eyes as your lips met hers, a soft kiss that felt like it lasted a lifetime. Her hands came to hold the sides of your face, deepening the kiss until you were gasping for breath. Reluctantly, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

"I think I love you, Y/N."

"I think I love you too, Sam."

July 14th, 2020 - London to Perth

"Have you got your comfy shoes, babe?"

A small "fuck!" echoed from your shared bedroom as your girlfriend scrambled to fish her shoes out from whatever pile she had thrown them in. Standing by the door, you watched as she stumbled forward and pulled her socks on, almost knocking over several pot plants as she did so. At 3am in the morning, she was not exactly a vision of grace and elegance.

The two of you had bounced around countries as Sam switched clubs, settling in the UK as she signed a contact with Chelsea. Your medical degree allowed a job almost anywhere and so you quickly found work at a nearby children's hospital, much to Sam's delight.

At the moment though, you were saying goodbye to your London apartment as you jetted back to your hometown. As far as you knew, there was no specific reason to be returning home, with Sam citing homesickness. You thought it suspicious as she was there only two months ago, but never bothered questioning it. You both missed Australia and eventually planned on moving back, but for now you were happy living a busy life in the UK.

Sam always had a thing about planes, as you came to learn. She was ok when they were completely in the air, always able to distract herself with some form of tv or movie (or sleeping pills), but you could tell by the way her knee was bouncing that this time would be no different.

"Hey, it's alright", you said, palm reaching across to settle her, "we'll be ok, these things are freaky safe now."

"I know. Logically I know it's fine but I just... I can't help it"

You only sighed, kissing her cheek and taking her hand in yours. The safety video played on the screens in front of you as you pulled her head to your shoulder, stroking her hair. Her body relaxed into yours as her breathing steadied, and you could feel her racing heart start finally slowing down.

She was drowsy from the early wake up and easily fell into a peaceful slumber. You prayed for no turbulence, admiring the few freckles and lines that were littered across her perfect face. She needed the rest, having been so anxious about this trip and her upcoming tournaments that the stress had almost permanently darkened under her eyes.

With her hand in yours, you soon followed her in sleep.

July 17th, 2020 - Perth, Australia

"I need to shake off the jetlag, wanna go for a walk?"

You turned suddenly as she called from the bathroom, walking out and drying her hair.

"Mum said they redid the park up the road, good field for soccer... We can practice some more if you'd like?" She asked, almost nervously. You had requested Sam start teaching you more about the game; a role she took very seriously. She was showing you all the tricks she'd learnt, even trying her hardest not to laugh when you fell flat on your ass several times in a row.

The two of you set off just before golden hour, navigating the streets of Fremantle to the park. Sam's hand was in yours the whole time, the other holding the soccer ball close to her hip - she was being so protective other the goddamn thing.

"I'll stand here, we'll just go back and forth until you get your confidence up."

She was taking several steps back away from you, positioning the ball at her feet before kicking it towards you.

"You know this is the one you gave me, right?"

You kicked it back, reciprocating.

"God, you're such a sap... Love you for it, though." She only laughed, winking as she did so. Even after 4 years, she still made you blush like you were 15.

The both of you continued, going though the motions until Sam decided to give it a forceful kick, landing it far behind you.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Sorry, love. Rules of the game; she who missed must go fetch."

"That's not even- Oh, whatever"

You ran off as Sam followed behind you - why was she moving from her spot? That's when you noticed it.

"Hey dummy, this isn't even the ball I gave you - I used black maker on mine." You jokingly shouted back, picking it up to hold it by your side. "Got some fangirl groupies to replace me, huh? Can't believe you thought I used red marker."

She stood a few metres away from you, a small smirk on her face.

"Why don't you read it then, genius?"

You looked down, confused. What was she playing at?

Marry me?

It was written neatly in red marker, a giant heart below it - just like the one you first gifted Sam at her party all those years ago. You looked up, only to be met with the sight of Sam on one knee in front of you, a small blue box in her hands.

"Well?"

She had tears in her eyes, but her smirk remained.

You were still speechless, the red words echoing in your brain. She wanted you to marry her. She wanted you to be her wife. You sank to your knees to be level with her, gently grabbing her face to pull her in for a kiss.

You could feel her smiling against your lips, sliding the ring on your finger wordlessly as your mouth met hers.

[impactedfates]

helloo there! can i request smth?? ^_^ could you do where the reader has crush on xiao but they are usually is very timid and shy/blushy around him.? they run away whenever he pops up! (xiao likes them back!) u can choose the rest tysm! :3 💗💗

★ A/N: Xiao is such a sweetie though, love him. I have him on my NA and he's like my only decently built character. I should really log back into there and take care of my characters.

☆ Genre/Trope: Romantic + Fluff + Mutual Pining

★ Format: Short Fic (W.C: 904)

☆ Warnings: None (I think?)

★ Extra: Reader is the same height as Xiao // Xiao might be OOC // Traveler Lumine // Reader not from Liyue -> Moved there to start a business (You can choose) // Might be a bit messy sorry!

Shy Away - Xiao x GN! Reader

“You called?”

Spoke the adeptus appearing behind you and the blonde traveller. You yelped a bit and was quick to hide yourself behind Lumine who sighed out tiredly. She looked towards Xiao and attempted to move out of the way however you continued to stay behind her. Paimon could only watch in disappointment, looking towards Xiao who was confused.

“OH MY ARCHONS JUST-”

“NO”

And with that, you were quick to rush off, leaving a very flustered Lumine and Paimon and befuddled Xiao (who if you looked closely enough, he seemed almost…hurt?)

How’d it come to this? To you requesting help from Lumine and Paimon to confess your love to Xiao, yet when it came time too. You ended up rushing away from him like always.

Oh right, now you remember.

A few months back, you had met with Lumine when she came by to celebrate the Lantern Rite. You already knew Xiao at the time, it’d be weird if you didn’t. He was one of the adeptus of Liyue of course. It wasn’t until Lumine introduced you two properly that you found out he also knew you.

He’s not only heard of you from Shenhe and Ganyu but also during his patrol around Liyue, he would catch himself staring at you just a bit longer than needed. He’d always brush it off as.

“They moved here to start their business, I’m only keeping watch because they might be dangerous”

As if it hadn’t been a couple of years since you moved here. Zhongli was the first to point it out and the ex-geo archon could only chuckle as he witnessed his adeptus face become redder and redder.

When you two did properly meet, the feeling you two already semi had for each other only grew. When you found out you were falling for Xiao, you just could not bring yourself to tell him right away…leading you to many situations…

~~~~~~~~~~

You hummed to yourself a bit, sweeping the floor. Your eyes caught onto a jade necklace Xiao had gifted you for your birthday, with a small smile. You went over and took hold of it in your free hand.

Unintentionally, you must have whispered his name as the next thing you knew, you heard someone behind you and gently speak out your name. And despite you knowing who it was, perhaps your body acted before your mind as you quickly whipped around and nearly hit Xiao with the broom. He ducked and just looked at you in confusion and concern.

“...Are you okay [Name]? Are you hur-”

“AH, X-XIAO SORRY. BYE”

Was all you could muster before dropping everything and rushing out…of your own home…

~~~~~~~~~~

“[Name]? Are you listening”

A hand waved in front of your face and when your eyes finally focused, your mind stopped the long day dream you had of how your life with Xiao could be like if you two were to date.

Then your eyes finally landed on Xiao who looked at you softly…his face inches away from yours, you fell back with a small yelp banging your head on the wall which Xiao was quick to check on you.

“S-sorry! I um, don’t w-worry about me”

“...You banged your head on the wall [Name]...are you able to answer what I asked you?”

“Oh! Yeah of course…yes I agree”

Xiao sighed softly, bringing a hand around to rub the back of your head to soothe the pain.

“I asked what flower was your favourite…”

~~~~~~~~~~

“[Name] wait!”

He called, as he witnessed you run away again. He didn’t even do anything, nor did you. You just wanted to give him lunch of almond tofu you made yourself.

But the smile he gave you and how gently he took it from your hand, the slight touch as his hands grazed your own softly was perhaps too much for you, and before he could thank you, you had already run off.

He looked down on the ground, not wanting to possibly bother you. Zhongli came and stood beside him.

~~~~~~~~~~

This isn’t even talking about all the times you nearly embarrassed yourself in front of him or the amount of times you ran off thinking that’s the best thing you can do.

You’ve talked to Lumine and Paimon about it and eventually they had convinced you to confess to him. You’d call his name so he’d appear and Lumine and Paimon will be there to support you in the confession, so that’s what happened!

Which brings you back to now…hiding from him once again. You sat under a tree as you tried to cool down your face which was increasingly heating up…until a hand felt your forehead.

“...You’re heating up a lot”

Came an all too familiar voice. Your eyes met with Xiaos as he looked at you. You weren’t able to run away anymore. Your back was met with a tree and Xiao was in front of you. And you couldn’t just leave him without another explanation again could you?

“Sorry”

“For what?”

“Running off”

“It’s okay”

Silence filled the air as you two didn’t know what to say, before Xiao cleared his throat.

“...Lumine…she uh…”

“D-did she tell you?”

“She did…she said she was tired of you shying away…”

You silently cursed Lumine under your breath, but at the same time you knew if she didn’t say then you’d never be able to confess properly.

“...S-so?”

“I love you too”

Been working on this ever since I got it, decided to work on the smaller requests as well on the side fsrght

I hope this is okay! I might've missed some mistakes though...

[leviathans-watching]

could u pls write the brothers x a reader who dropped out of school/college? having a rly hard time rn and i could use the comfort, tysm <3

having a hard time in the human realm

includes: brothers x/& gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

wc: .7k | rated t | m.list

warnings: crying, breakdowns, implied depression

a/n: i'm sorry you're having a hard time :(( i wish you all the best and lots of love and comfort. hope this helps! my inbox is open to chat, request, or leave feedback!

mammon exchanges worried looks with asmo when there’s no response when he knocks on the door to your apartment. it had been nearly three months since you’d returned to the human realm and since you’d first separated, you hadn’t missed a single weekly call. until tonight, that is.

and combine that with the fact that you weren’t responding to anyone, weren’t active on any social media, and now weren’t answering your door… mammon’s getting seriously concerned.

“let’s break in,” belphie says, and it’s a testament to how worried lucifer is that he agrees.

“i can pick locks, hold on,” asmo says, dropping to his knees and pulling a bobby pin out of his pocket. man, lucifer must be really worried if he’s not even remarking on this!

a moment passes, and then asmo pushes the door open, rising back to his feet. he leads the way into your apartment, and mammon takes in the dark interior. it’s messy and cluttered, a far cry from the neat and tidy room you’d kept at the house of lamentation, and it’s also silent.

lucifer takes the helm then, moving through your living room. mammon can see a dim kitchen with piled-up dishes, and then gets distracted by another door. presumably the door to your room.

mammon knocks on that one, then opens it. like the rest of the apartment, the room is dark, with thick curtains pulled over the window. mammon steps over the clothes all over the floor, towards your bed, which is messy with sheets and blankets piled up.

but thankfully, there’s a person there too. mammon puts a hand on your shoulder, grateful he can see the rise and fall of your chest. so, at least you’re still alive?

shaking you gently, mammon waits for you to wake. his brothers crowd the bed around him, but stay quiet.

with a gasp, you sit up, looking around wildly. “w-what?”

“it’s just us, mc,” beel says soothingly, and you calm slightly, then squint, confused.

“what are you doing here?”

“we were worried,” levi volunteers. “you weren’t answering your ddd and missed dour call.”

“oh,” you say slowly, probably still waking up. “that was today? i’m sorry, i’ve just been really…busy. and wait, you guys decided to break into my apartment?”

“busy?” says lucifer, dodging the accusation question. “with school?”

you look to the side shiftily, and mammon’s glad his eyes can see well enough in the dark where a human would struggle. “something like that.”

“cut the crap,” asmo says suddenly. “what’s going on, mc?”

without warning, tears well up in your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you say miserably, scrubbing at your eyes with your sleeve. “i’m sorry. i’m just so tired.”

mammon wraps an arm around your shoulders (were they always this fragile feeling?), and pulls you to his chest. “what’s wrong?”

“it’s just so hard!” you say after a breath. “i miss you guys so much. every day. it feels like a piece of me is missing. and as hard as it was to adjust to the devildom it’s even harder re-adjusting now. i miss the house of lamentation and being at rad and all of you. i can’t do this.”

“i had no idea you were feeling this way,” lucifer says quietly, guiltily. mammon feels the same way. how had he not noticed you were hurting?

“i stopped going to my classes,” you continue, a sob ripping free. “there’s no way i can get any credits for this semester. i want to go home.”

mammon locks eyes with his brothers. there’s no way they’re leaving you here tonight.

“let’s take you home, then,” he says, and you blink up at him.

“wait, really?”

“there’s no rule saying you can’t come back,” lucifer says. “i thought that’s what you wanted. after all, you were only supposed to be an exchange student after all. but if we had had any idea of how much this would have hurt you, diavolo and i would have never let you leave. so yes, let’s go home.”

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[snookienthusi4st]

Near nsfw hc’s when 🤑 maybe the alphabet 🤤

gotchu anon, ty for the req!!

sorry i’ve been busy w work, brat tamer saiki req i see you and i will get to you someday i promise

near nsfw alphabet

warnings: smut, language, gn reader

nsfw under the cut

a(aftercare)

aftercare isn’t foreign to him! he’ll happily take care of you afterwards, and it might give him a bit of an ego boost seeing how relaxed you are with him around

b(body part)

i feel like his favorite on himself would be his hair, just cause he twirls and plays with it a lot. if you gently pulled his hair during sex, he’d cum no questions asked

his favorite on you would be your hands or your neck, he likes kissing you there

c(cum)

not super messy with his cum and usually prefers inside you or in your mouth, doesn’t seem like he’d like unnecessary messes :b

but he’s fine with adapting depending on what makes you feel comfortable

d(dirty secret)

would love being a sub but it’s more of a fleeting thought for him

unless you wanna try it and then he’ll agree and let you take charge

e(experience)

little to no experience, but he catches on fast with how smart he is

if you’re a virgin, he’ll be touched that you trust him enough for something that vulnerable and it’ll make the whole experience more meaningful to him

f(favorite position)

if he’s a dom, having you in his lap with him deep inside you

if he’s a sub, missionary with you on top

g(goofy)

if you ever laugh during sex because something funny happened, he’ll give a small lighthearted scoff and maybe chuckle if it was funny enough

sex is a bonding experience to him so anything that makes the both of you happy is a win for him

h(hair)

he’s incredibly clean looking, and as long as it’s hygienic he does not gaf what you look like down there

i(intimacy)

he’s so sweet bro

like whoever’s in control, he’ll be so physically careful!! and if he’s on top he’ll make sure to tell you how thankful he is that you love and trust him this much

“that’s it, just like that..you’re perfect, i love you so much. keep going, i’ve got you.”

j(jackoff)

he didn’t often until you got together, and now he can’t stop thinking about you when you’re away

k(kinks)

he’d have a praise kink for sure, feeling your hands on him and your voice telling him how good he’s making you feel

plus he’s totally a switch but besides that he’s pretty vanilla

l(location)

he’s not really anywhere else except the spk building but on the case where it’s somewhere else, he’ll probably want to wait until you two are somewhere more private

m(motivation)

so mr. low libido does get sexually frustrated from time to time, in which he’ll be just a bit rougher with you in bed

but besides that, he doesn’t really get like turned on unless it’s obvious you want to do it

n(no)

no heavy bdsm, he’s too scared to actually hurt you

also no exhibitionism, he’d be wary of anyone watching you two go at it

o(oral)

would go with giving over receiving since having you below him instead of equal has never really been his preference

also there’s something so addictive about the feeling of your hands in his hair and gently tugging him where you want him

p(pace)

slow and steady, his ass is winning the race

don’t get me wrong, he’ll go faster if you ask, but he just likes getting to feel you and savoring the feeling because of how little his sex drive is yk

q(quickies)

sees the helpfulness to them, but would probably never do it unless you wanted to

u(unfair)

he normally likes pleasing you quick as he can plus he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you so it’s never intentional, but he does have a slower pace so it might seem a bit unfair

if it’s obvious you want more, he might catch on in the moment and stay the same pace with that little knowing smirk on his face

v(volume)

he’s a whimperer i can just feel it

but he’d be around the average volume, not too loud but you can still hear him fine

w(wild card)

would totally be into using toys on you like vibrators

and since he’d be in charge, he’d talk so cocky

“you’re shaking, y/n. you want me to stop? no? hold still then, let me take care of you.”

“that’s the spot? right there? that’s it, let it out, ‘m right here..”

x(x ray)

a little above average size wise, but he seems like a grower

y(yearning)

he has a low sex drive but he’ll be turned on if he knows you want it

like if you get touchier with him and communicate to him that you want to, that’ll get him hard real fast

z(zzz)

gets to sleep pretty fast, since the man can already nap like a cat, but he tries to wait for you to fall asleep first

[inkdrinkerworld]

idk if you're currently taking requests or if you've already done this idea before but I just thought about it and directly thought of you anyway

what if reader's dealer is currently out of city so they send her to get whatever thing she usually takes to one of his trusted dealer friends, the og dealers friend being dealer!remus and like reader doesn't know bc it's the first time she buys from him but turns out she's the sister of one of his friends (idk which one it free for you to choose lmao) and obv she doesn't want her brother knowing abt her little drug secret so she makes a deal (like agree to go on a date w him or smth)with dealer!remus so he doesn't snitch on her.

I hope that was clear enough cuz in my head it sounds as clear as day but k just realised this request is so messy I'm so sorry luv u xx

i get what you mean babe! it isn’t messy at all! cw: bbf!dealer!remus, a little bit of anxiety,

you can’t believe your luck when you get to the dispensary and see remus.

your belly is swimming with anxiety but you know you can’t back out now. you’re the only one in and his soft, “i’ll be a second.” is making your heart race.

“fuck,” you whisper, fingers wringing each other as you approach him. “hey remmy.”

he turns around with record speed and shakes his head at you.

“you’re not here to pick up the cookies are you, dove?”

you really wish you weren’t right now.

“if i say ‘no’, will you still give it to me and not tell sirius?”

remus gives you a gentle smile. out of all of sirius’ friends, you and remus were the closest. he always had your back and was always interested in what you did.

you watched a new movie? remus would love to hear about it. read a new book? give remus a review so he can read it too.

you were almost a little bit closer than him and sirius but that was partly because you and remus danced around the fact that you liked each other more than friends.

“do i get to know how long you’ve been partaking?”

you sigh, digging at your cuticles making remus frown. he reaches for your hands and squeezes them.

“about two years? maybe a little longer?”

he only nods, not wanting to say anything that can be interpreted as judgement.

“but no one knows rem. siri can’t find out- he’ll lose his shit.” you say and remus sighs.

sirius might lose his shit. he might not. he might lose his shit specifically if remus sells to you.

“we can make a deal okay? so he doesn’t find out.” you nod, hands shaking in remus’ and he really feels bad that your other dealer bailed.

but he also feels like this is a good time to act on his feelings for you. this predicament gives him an easy way into confessing and he can’t deny the opportunity.

“what kind of deal, remmy?”

he kisses your knuckles, “we’re gonna go out tomorrow night. someplace nice, just me and you. okay?”

you frown. “what kind of deal is that remmy? you don’t really get anything from that.”

remus chuckles, “of course i do, dove. i get the evening with you, in that pretty dress you bought last week.”

you give him a bashful smile and remus knows he’a on the right track.

“just me and you? and you don’t tell anyone?”

“my lips will be sealed. oh, and another thing,” you wait with baited breath as he leans over the counter into your space a little, “no going back to your other dealer.”

you nod, your eyes flitting to remus’ lips and then his eyes again. “no going back to my other dealer.” you repeat and he smiles, kissing your cheek before pulling away.

“let me bag up your cookies, dovey.”

[hyunsvngs]

omg the anon that asked abt skz + aphrodisiacs sort of had me thinking who in skz would be most likely to take one of those silly sex enhancer pills w you HEJEHEJEB

i think jisung would looove this just bc of how fucking horny it makes the both of you and how wet and messy and feral the sex is. makes him stay hard and last a lot longer so you just go at it allll night until you’re both spent

chan i think would like it too, but i think he’d prefer if only you took the pill. loves seeing you all horny and needy and desperate for him and loves loves loves how sticky wet and gushy it makes your pussy. i read that the pills specifically for women can make orgasms super intense so i think he’d really like overstimulating you and hearing all the noises you make for him :3

hmm i also see seungmin agreeing to do this with you but right as you swallow the pill he ties you up to a chair or the bed while you’re waiting for it to kick in, and whenever he notices youre breathing a little heavier or whining a bit more, he knows it working—and he doesn’t do anything abt it! he’s so mean :( maybe he’ll jerk off over your body and make you watch and beg for him to touch you or fuck you because it hurts from how bad you’re turned on and how much you need his cock. he’ll rub your little clit with his pretty fingers and you’re so relieved your begging worked! ..that is until he pulls his hand away and smacks your cunt.. “desperate little painslut,” he’ll croon as he jerks his dick harder and faster at the way your pussy leaks more slick at his vulgar words and actions. i need him so bad

feel free to share your thoughts !!! hehe

(can i be 🦨 anon plz.. skunknon)

BABY ARE YOU AN AUTHOR??? WHAT THE FUCK?.?.? IM JUST GONNA TYPE AS I READ.

OK SO JISUNG WHAT THE FUUUUUCK U BROKE MY HANNER HEART. I NEED HIM SO SO BADLY WHAT THE FUCK!!! SOMEONE GIVE ME JISUNG ?!?! CHAN HOLY SHIT YEAH HE’D JUST WANT U TO TAKE IT SO HE COULD TEASE U N FUCK U OPENN:( WHAT THE FUCK SEUNGMIN. IM SORRY ALL IM SAYING IS WHAT THE FUCK BUT IM GENUINELY IN SHOCK

also i LOVE THAT ANON NAME

♡ juno

[vapolis]

not to out myself but seven from infamous isn't even that bad 🤓 why is everyone coming after them lmaooo imagine u getting kicked out of your own band and them still being successful nah I'd be worse

#and every interaction w them has been sure distant but whaaaat am I missing#so far I went after every ro and it's been fun#the outrage from asks I've seen from the authors blog is hilarious now that ik whats going on

THIS!!! seven’s reaction about the band fight is realistic- they feel hurt and acted according to how they feel (even if they hate mc which makes sense with their personality. like. i understand ppl are hurt by seven’s feelings towards mc currently but it makes sense for seven as a character lmao- they feel a lot and express it a lot! does that mean mc deserves the amount of seven’s bitterness? well not really? maybe? i don’t know. i try to see both sides tbh but i feel like i understand seven more tbh. and they have been distant but as a defence mechanism and also BOTB is eagerly waiting for them both to interact and i feel like the last thing seven wants rn is more drama😭)

sorry for this ramble i just wanted to state my thoughts! :D

yeah, I agree their reaction makes sense considering the history. I don't even get the vibe that seven hates the mc? I might be in the minority here but the one POV scene we've gotten from seven just shows how conflicted they are and how they can't help themself with falling back into the mcs orbit -- that's at least how I read it.

their bitterness isn't even that bitter. maybe I'm just used to more drama and toxicity from other IFs or books in general I've read but they're just hurt. like that's it. Idk if I played it wrong or something but even playing a mc that's still in love with seven and it's not that bad. that's not me saying the mc deserves it either way and I've definitely played for max drama with some of the choices I picked but at the end of the day their interactions have been distant but ok.

maybe I'm really just someone that loves maximum messiness but I don't see it in their route (despite us still being just at the beginning).

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

mon ange analogique

long list of headcanons of YJH with an s/o who radiates the same energy as him and reciprocates his evilness

pairing: jeonghan x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: VERY SUGGESTIVE, goofy ahhhh writing, fem!reader, reader is implied to be masc and more dominant towards jh lol, established relationship, intentional lowercase, messy keyboard core, cursing, implied smut, mentions of svt members as extras, TOUCHY JEONGHAN, JH AND READER ARE CHAOTIC EVILS

heheheh so you're dating THE yoon jeonghan? good for you

so you alr know this man is annoying but in like, a very charming way

the members totally were on ur side everytime you banter coz they've had enough of jh terrorizing them that they were so glad he finally got a taste of his own medicine

KARMA IS A BITCH

"jEoNgHAnNie, nUgU aEgi?"

ಠ_ʖಠ

tf did u just say

dw he gives you the response you want :D

you once played mafia together in a group, with u as a mafia (unbeknownst to him) and him as a citizen much to his dissapointment

as lovers, of course you instinctively trusted and tagged along with each other

BUT WHAT HE WASN'T EXPECTING IS FOR U TO KILL HIM FIRST

his jaw drops to his feet with the turn of events

BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE, CRIMINAL OFFENSIVE–

HE TRUSTED YOU.

HE ACTUALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE TOGETHER IN THIS HOW COULD YOU

like i said, karma is a bitch

it all came back to bite him in the bum

he knew you were something else, your personality that mirrors his own is very amusing in his eyes, he was enamoured by how you acted

very head-over-heels for you

whenever you bully or prank him, all the times when he pranked his members flash before his eyes as he finally gets a taste of what it's like on the receiving end

he looks at you like you just committed a horrendous crime in front of his eyes

oh you're bullying HIM now? how dare you

of course his competitive ass gets revenge on you afterwards bcs THIS IS WAR

of course your banters and pranks on each other are always lighthearted, he wouldn't do or say anything out of the line purposely to hurt you, and you wouldn't do the same either

however if it somehow happens that you hurt each other, which is a very rare occurence, it would always come to healthy resolve because you both talk it out immediately

you value each other's boundaries

he would pull your wrist and wrap your arm over his waist as he settles you on his chest

"there, there, i'm sorry jagi, i won't do it again." he gazes down on you and gives you a soft smile, his long hair framing his face beautifully

even if he's usually frolic, he knows when to take things seriously

besides, he'll never do anything he knows you wouldn't like (!!!)

humiliation for the sake of pranks is a big NO. that's just horrible

having ideas for dates and what to do while spending time w/ each other were never a problem, considering the fact that both of you have the same hobbies and tastes!

you want to try this ice cream bar downtown? he's been eyeing the same shop too!

he wants to build legos? sure, you're sitting beside him in an instant while reading the instruction manual

you're bored and you want to play chess? he immediately whips out a chessboard

your habits are very similar

he cackled when he found out you also keep plastic knives in your bag

and you like taking care of each other and the ppl around you

everybody loves mom mode jeonghan and fears mom mode y/n

this also results to the both of you thinking the other is prettier than each other

he doesn't just think you're prettier than him, he KNOWS you're prettier than him

whilst you also think he's the prettiest. you would always tell him he's prettier than you

while the members also say all say you're a lot prettier than hannie (in which hannie wholeheartedly agrees on), you're actually equal in terms of this

he will throw himself at your feet if you're fem

but jeonghan also loves it when you express your masc side

he will call you "handsome" if you're masc

you don't have to worry if ever you're insecure about how you're too masc or too fem or both

because he knows what it's like ;)

he believes everyone is free to express themselves

bcs he embraces his feminine side too <3

in conclusion, it doesn't matter if you're masc or fem or BOTH he is in LOVE with YOU

jeonghan is WHIPPED whipped

sometimes he's like a female friend when you're in dates lol this is so fukin cute

he'll clasp your arms together like besties while you're recommending each other skincare products inside the mall

and bribe shopkeepers tgt for discounts while you're at it

he'll ask someone to take your picture while he poses like the female lead in kdramas

he closes his eyes and intertwines your hands and leans his cheek comfortably on your shoulder

it's cute

when he's feeling a little more giddy he either latches on your arm and basically climbs on you to make you his human monkey bar while he howls in laughter

or HE'LL STRAIGHT UP WRAP YOU IN EVERY LIMB OF HIS

you do these to him a lot too LOL

when it's him in the receiving end he welcomes and accepts your coddling you with open arms

he'll even willingly submit to you and offer himself if only you asked

e.g when you suddenly corner him and close all possible distance while backing him against the wall, wrapping your leg around his waist and burying your face on his neck

he isn't even fazed because he's alr used to it he just resumes what he was doing before (like fiddling on his phone) for a few moments before he turns it off and completely focuses on you

instead of being shocked he pulls you even closer with an arm on your back as he smirks in satisfaction

anyway

in public places, you alone can already make men AND women's heads turn

then jh comes in

he's behind you in a poker face while he protectively wraps his arm around your shoulder as he towers over you

"THAT'S HER BOYFRIEND?!"

it's either in shock

bcs THE BOTH OF YOU R SO HOT TOGETHER WHAT THE FUCK

or dissapointment bcs you're taken

BUT THEY CAN NEVER RLLY FIGHT HIM TO GET TO YOU BCS OH NO HE'S HOT TOO

BI PANIC ALERT 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

and they see how much you were alike in the littlest things

u two are so versatile and expressive

although having said all these, you never clash personalities

u two r so compatible

jh would clown you for literally anything

but he would also absolutely trade anything for your affection with 0 hesitation

he even claimed that he would sacrifice shua and cheol's lives for him to have your hand in marriage, to you also because you're the devil

NO, U

"you dumbass" but affectionately

in games when you're in the opposing teams, when you're playing against each other, you're mistaken if you thought he would go easy on you

he knows what you're capable of and it'll take the same amount of plotting to take you down

however when his teammates accuse you of sinistrous intentions, he will defend you

he'll even encourage your cheating lol

"SEE THAT? MY JAGI TOTALLY WHOOPED YOUR ASSES"

minghao who was in the same team looked at his hyung, (who was fkn CHEERING for YOU. YOU, FROM THE OPPOSING TEAM) in disbelief, as if hannie was an embarrassment to nature

he'd be like like "dude, which side are u really on ????"

he would let you cahoot with '95 liners cheol and shua against him

the three of you would gang up against him tgt bcs it's payback time for how many times he's wronged y'all

it's comedic how he can manage to stay calm under a lot of pressure and come at you like it's nothing, but he gets agitated when the members r stealing your attention from him LMAO

sk caught hannie pouting and slacking off while looking at your figure from afar

"how dare they ??!#?#@!?!" insert comical shouting text bubbles on the top of his head

cue angry snowball face

he would straight up walk to your side of the team nearing you with the intention of retrieving what's rightfully his.

he throws his arms around you and drags you away to his post on the other side, and you're like "hannie why are you dragging me here my teammates are on the opposite side"

you're only opponents but you're still his

squishing your cheek with his own while his arms were wrapped all around your waist and shoulders, smothering you with kisses

you're very competitive yourself. so when the game gets heated and you're in your serious mode, the two of you get worked up going against each other

y/n: "let's do this instead. jeonghan would think we wouldn't go for the simplest way, so that's exactly what we're going for."

y/n: "jeonghan would try to ambush us from the other side because he knows the way around this course. let's go this way and corner him from behind and use his own dirty trick against him 👹"

what adds more to the challenge is the fact that you thought you both know how each other thinks

but you actually DON'T.

you two are very unpredictable

you're good at reading his tactics tho so he almost never escapes from you.

taunt and mock him when he loses and watch him FOLD

EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

watch out tho bcs he'd be coming for your ass on the next game/round

you once betrayed your team just to face him head on

at the same time, jh did the same to his team cs he won't back away from you challenging him

ending, it turned to a match between the two of you

you both love mind games, which is why as much as it's hard for him to defeat you, it's hard for you to defeat him too

he gets scared of u sometimes lol

he thinks he's not the biggest enemy there exists in society, YOU are.

you're the alas of the team you're in. they know they're covered when they have you

altho it's funny when you think about how you're rivals in games but you sleep by each others head at night with limbs tangled LOLOL

BUT IF IT SO HAPPENS THAT URE IN THE SAME TEAM IN GAMES

OH NO NO NO NO NO EVERYONE HIDE AND SAVE YOURSELVES

💥💥

jeonghan jumps in joy when he found out he's teamed up with you

everyone makes a commotion

"oH NO NOT THE TWO THEM TOGETHER–"

everyone knows they're doomed the moment it's set

yk how in gose svt purposely keeps mingyu, cheol, and hannie away from each other in separate teams?

they do the same thing to you two, forcing you away from each other

bcs everyone also wants you in their team/s

i mean who wouldn't ???

"JEONGHAN-HYUNG GET AWAY FROM Y/N-NOONA! IT'S NOT FAIR!"

cue dino and jun pulling your arm but your body is being coddled by hannie at the same time, as he hoarded you to himself

dk get on his knees and clasps his hands as he practically BEGS you two to at least have one of you in the other team

"no can do 😚" jh wraps a leg around your hip while he shields you from his members

you're insufferable together

CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS CHAOS

they all call you "the devil duo" 😈

bcs HELL unleashes when you're working together

very partners in crime type of rs

you're like the chuuya to his daza–

ahem

with both of your analytical sense and strategic thinking merged together, you're invincible

you can defeat multiple member teams with only you and hannie's alliance

jokes of "let's dominate the world together, jagi 👹👹" every now and then

yes you two go and RULE THE WORLD

DON'T BE SHY SET THE WHOLE CITY ON FIRE–

he calls you the queen and labels himself as the king

roles can be reversed tho, the both of you don't mind

"jagi, i'm the queen and you're the king, okay? 😏😏😏" he leans to your ear and gently whispers while tauntingly looking at the glaring members from the other side as you two were sitting tgt

be careful tho, bcs there are still circumstances wherein he turns his back from you in games

in short, he might betray you to win

i mean he's still jeonghan after all

the key is to betray him first before he betrays you :D

or just strangle him

W option

the members are always very hooked on watching how you beat hannie in his own game

bcs he totally deserves that

everytime the scene unfolds they immediately "😎🍿"

let me tell u this,

hannie fkn loves when you outsmart him

he'll look at you with heart eyes, flabbergasted, yet at the same time astounded when you do

heart eyes heart eyes

you might have had unknowingly turned him on a little tho–

he has a lot of respect for your ability and intelligence

and INTELLIGENCE IS HOT AS FUCK

but then that loving smile slowly turns into a sly smirk as he is in the middle plotting a new strategy to outsmart your outsmarting

which results to you outsmarting his outsmarting to your outsmarting

a cycle that never ends

*/inserts "finally, a worthy opponent"

he loves how intelligent you are. you're even most likely to be more intelligent than him

he loves his plotting smart-mouthed little devil, y/n

he's very thrilled, there wasn't single boring moment in his life since the moment he met you

PILLOW FIGHTS !!!!!!!!!

he cheated once and used a blanket to capture and immobilize you, and you fought the urge to slam his head on the headboard

"you– you cheating freak!" you wiggled out of his arms as he squeezes you in a hug

"oh but you love this cheating freak 😏😏" he wiggles his eyebrows

the members openly babbles about how you were their "sacrificial lamb"

bcs hannie's annoying mischievous ass gradually toned down thanks to you, because most of his pranks were all darted to you now

and so the "let's sacrifice y/n [to jeonghan]" became an inside joke between you and the members

everytime han's evil tendencies dart to the members, they whip you out and place you in front of hannie as a human shield

THESE LIL SHITS

because ure the only one who can take hannie's bs and u actually fight back

jeonghan would galdly accept their sacrificial lamb tho 😏😏

from his own words, just who is he to refuse you?

we all know how clingy hannie is

lingering touches here and there, your touchy, affectionate nature applies when you're together

but not in a overexaggerating or overwhelming way (always rmmbr that it's ok to be clingy as long as u still respect your partner's space dawg)

he can and WILL bite your fingers when you're off guard

one moment he's fidgeting with your hands

and then he CHOMPS on your long fingers

you jumped in your seat and glared at him the first time he did this and the brat only laughed at your reaction

very funny

when u make out, expect a lot of biting

will bite your lips, your jaw, the plush part of your neck, your collarbone, EVERYWHERE

and i tell you when he bites, he bites HARD

mHmmm

he loves it when you do it to him too

pls DO IT TO HIM

there was a time while you were hovering on top of him and kissing his neck, you look up to see his disheveled state with his mouth agape and half lidded eyes, an arm holding your waist while the other covers his mouth with the back of his hand as he huffs in pleasure

😳😳😳

*blushes like a sl–*

I'M ABOUT TO COMBUST INTO FLAMES 🚒🚒

hannie's clingy ass can never keep his handsy handsies away from you

everytime he sits beside you he chooses to scoot to you as close as possible on purpose, even if the sofa had more room and space for him to need not to squeeze you in the corner

he sprawls his limbs everywhere on you on purpose. on your thighs, stomach and face

sometimes he even pretends to "accidentally" sit on your lap, putting all of his weight on you like you were a part of the fuckin sofa

"oh, sorry, it's your lap's fault for looking a little too comfortable 😏😏" unapologetically

there was one time you had enough of him doing this everytime so you kinda just accepted him sitting on u

you leaned forward and hugged his waist in place on your lap while he hummed in satisfaction

what he didn't expect was when he was off-guard, you leaned toward his neck and pecked a kiss on the exposed skin and BOY

HE JOLTS LIKE A HOT KETTLE WHISTLING FROM SUPPRESSING HOW HOT HE FELT, HIS FACE TURNING REDDER THAN A TOMATO BECAUSE THAT WAS SO ???????? 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳

his little friend immediately went ↗️↗️↗️ iykwim

he's shinggi banggi boong boong banggi'ing his way out of there and shutting himself alone in a room somewhere🚪🏃

he couldn't sleep for NIGHTS

he also felt something shift in him the first time you meaningfully called him "hannie"

"you're such a wuss, hannie~" you looked up at him while exchanging banters and

his grin grew wider, grazing his hand on your jaw, "that's the first time you called me that. say that again."

he tends to miss u a lot

one time in a beach somewhere in jeju during a summer vacation with svt, he was quietly chilling on a lounger seat with his dark, almost black shades on, while the members were noisily playing beach volley not very far from where he's sitting

he can hear sk and soonyoung's distant yowling everytime they miss the ball

he's not interested in playing because there's no "you" as his opponent

there's just 0 thrill when you're not there

he snorts as he imagines you intentionally spiking the ball at his face

hannie wondered what you're up to at that exact moment

he loudly sighed, "i miss y/n..."

"you'll see her again soon when you go home, hyung."

"you're right." he props himself from the lounge chair and grabs his phone while putting on his beach slippers

"where are you going?"

"i'm going home 👹"

"what?! jeonghan-hyung, NO–"

"jeonghan-hyung, YES."

the members held him down and almost tied him up on the lounger chair

that night in the hotel room, he fills the void of longing for you by facetiming you

the members wanted so bad to stuff both your mouths with pillows from how noisy you are while laughing with each other late at night on screen

of course it's done as a joke they love seeing you and jh having fun together

and the both of you are only doing it on purpose just to piss them off, you stopped immediately and let them sleep in peace after

the two of you are still mindful when and when not to fool around after all <3

they can never really get mad at u two

coz how could they? you two r literally their parents

hannie labels you as second mom of svt, the first one being himself

"make sure drink your meds, wonu-ya ^^" hannie gives wonwoo his medication "thanks, jeonghan-hyung."

cue you walking past them, your attention somewhere else, casually handing wons a bottle of water to help him with downing the medicine, while your eyes were on dino, nodding while listening to the story he's enthusiastically telling you

dino is obviously your favourite child

"dino, nugu aegi?" and he'll willingly answer "y/n-noona's baby <3"

"how about me, dino? u don't love me anymore? only y/n? 🥺" hannie asks with a pout

all the svt members grew very attached to you that they can't even imagine hannie without u anymore

u and hannie are a package deal ^^ so cute

you're rlly made for each other

hannie gives you weird ass compliments that you would've found endearing if only it made sense

he would leave you confused as fuck

while he's in his pajamas sitting on the sofa beside you with one of his knees folded to his chest, the tv remote on his hand, he turns to you with a flat expression

"y/n if you were a dinosaur, you would be a velociraptor."

you respond with a perplexed "why is that?" and he turns away from you to go back to watching tv without another word like nothing happened, and without further elaboration following his statement.

he wasn't even watching a show related to dinosaurs

ಠ_ʖಠ ????

that's an oddly random hell of a compliment

was that even a compliment?

"yes" -hannie

one time on his birthday party somewhere in paris, after the bustling party ended, you spoke to him in private in your shared hotel room to finally give your birthday present

still bejeweled and dolled up in your black dress, you put on a blindfold on his eyes as you led him inside the dim-lit hotel room

the blindfold you put on him covered the entirety of his vision steadily

"i didn't know you were into this kind of thing." he teases you

you narrowed your eyes and glared down at him despite knowing well he can't see you

when he took off the blindfold to open his eyes, he was welcomed by the sight of a whole life sized figurine lego set of iron man

he was in awe, he thanked you and asked you to help him build it together, which you agreed on

"this is the second possible best birthday gift for me, love."

"what's the first?"

"you." he grinned meaningfully, it's the same mischievous grin he usually displays when he's plotting something

you sensually ran your hand through his silky hair and responded to his suggestive comment

"i'm sure you'll eventually get that second birthday gift of yours later." while fondling his necktie from the button-down shirt under his tux that he wore at the party.

he contained his laughter and once again latched himself to you, "i love you."

you hugged him back, "no. i love you."

hannie always likes adding a spice of a little mischief to every situation, so he used that opportunity to catch you off guard and dip his finger on the frosting of the vanilla cake on the coffee table behind you to smear it on the tip of your nose

you widened your eyes and chased him all over and around the hotel room

"YOU'RE DEAD, YOON JEONGHAN!" you chased him acting like a vixen trying to catch a rabbit, jumping over furniture

pls manhandle him

hannie likes strong women

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

yoon "i want a woman to kiss me and hug me😚🥰but at the same time, like in the bedroom... just ROCK MY SHIT U KNOW🏋️‍♀️just BEAT THE FUCK OUTTA ME👹U KNOW🤯coz i deserve it😇" jeonghan

you wanted so badly to punish him

an idea he wasn't against at all—in discreet

after wiping your nose, you tackled him on the floor when you caught him

he looks up at you, taking in your beautiful features, not missing the evil grin on your lips non-verbally saying "i got u now 😏"

he tucks your unkempt hairstrands behind your ear

"can i claim my second birthday gift now, y/n?" he tilted his head, looking up at you and staring at your lips, his eyes shining from the dim light

you wanted to punish him, you say?

let's just say... you did get what you want that night, with the help of his tie, and the flimsy blindfold you left lying on the floor.

napipopetake him to heaven 🔝

:D

best bday ever

hanniehae <33

[noskipnotability]

GRAHAM COXON IS GOD

ive recently been obsessed w him so who else would i ask for fics if not you??

I was thinking like he works at a record store and ur a regular and u always chat and hes got a bit of a thing for u so he invites u to one of his gigs as he recently started to play some stuff and u have a great time and yeah !! Idfk dont put me in charge of thinking of the concept im out of inspiration

TOOTH ROTTING. TEETH FALLING OUT.

Anyway i loved ur liam fic ur amaze i hope all ur exams go alright!!

-⛄️

first, I’m sorry for being gone for a while, I got into a bit of a writing slump, but I’m back!! second, thank you and they went great!! lastly, this is a great rec don’t underestimate yourself I hope you like it. I’m happy to see you again ⛄️ much love, jay xx

It started one summer afternoon. You were out with your friends, taking in the rare sun with the brightest of smiles on your faces. While walking down the boardwalk, you had spotted this small record shop. It took a bit of persistence, but they had agreed to look around to escape the heat. 

Behind you, they laughed and kept telling the story from the other night after you'd left. Though, you weren't really listening; your eyes scoured the rows and rows of records, pulling some out to inspect and the occasional one to take home. 

The fan beats down on your group, cooling your skin revealed by your tank top and shorts. You had a flannel wrapped around your waist from early that morning when it was far windier and the breeze chilled you a bit too much. 

From the moment you stepped in, you could feel his eyes on you. It burned your skin despite the air pushed out to you, traveled down wherever he could get his eyes on, not hidden by your clothes. But, it mostly kept on your face. 

You'd only caught a glimpse of his black frames and old band shirt. You were scared to look over, that if you did he might stop watching and you strangely enjoyed the attention he was providing you with. 

One of your friends groaned, causing you to look up to them, "God! Mi said to be there ages ago, can we hurry up!"

It wasn't a question, more of an order. You look down to one of your favourite records and two you wanted to check out in your hands. Sighing, you tell them to go ahead and that you'd be there shortly, they rushed out the shop and left you and the few other people only. 

You loved them to death, but sometimes you needed a breather from how intense they were. It was all party, no silence, so now that they were gone you felt like you could breathe easy again. 

His eyes were on you again. You assumed he looked away to your friends as they left, but now the burn had returned. Not in a way that hurt, no, it was softer than the sun had been that day. It was more like the spring, a reminder of what you loved, the not-too-hot weather, flowers blooming their saturated colours, the air less polluted by the smoke. 

You make your way from the last row, your eyes glued to your shoes as you walked. One foot in front of the other, you whispered in your head. 

He swallows the lump in his throat as you place the three records as gently as someone would their newborn onto the surface. His hand shakes nervously behind the till, you notice when you finally look up, but choose to ignore it. 

His hair is a messy dark brown that just barely covers the tops of his ears. His eyes are a matching dark brown that shine richly in the sunlight. Intoxicating, they are. You feel yourself falling at the sight, though you don't realise it now. A small smile graces his sweet face, one that finds itself on your own unknowingly. His glasses are pushed up his face by his cheeks and you feel an itch to correct them, but restrain yourself because he was a complete stranger and it'd be incredibly weird to do so. 

His voice is quiet and he stutters slightly, like he was uncomfortable with his words. "Is this all?"

Your smile raises a bit higher as you nod. He pulls a bag from his side, the shop's logo on the front, and carefully placed the records inside to not damage them. You see him hesitate before he speaks up again, "You've got good taste." He gestures to your favourite which sat on the top, "Did you hear their new album? It was brilliant, y'know, I think it's their best work so far."

Your impressive collection was built from many different stores, but you'd never thought you had heard a worker speak with such a passionate tone before. You laugh softly but agree, "Yeah, they've really progressed as a band. But I think I like this one the best, still. It's nostalgic, my dad would always play it for me."

He raises his eyebrows as he considers your words then nods slightly, "I get that, it's still really good," he chuckles a bit awkwardly, "To each their own, I suppose."

You walk out the shop a few minutes later, the need to get to Miles' house for the party ever present. You were sure to be hammered with questions of what took so long, but the enticing nature of the man, who you now knew was Graham, eased the interrogation you knew you'd receive. It was also then, that you decided you would have to come back, at least for a chance to talk with him, not disrupted. 

—

Just the next weekend you returned, Graham was sitting around the shop, on break. His head jumped up at the opened door rang its bell and his face lit up at the sight of you walking in. When you turned to his direction he tried his best to make it seem as if he was minding his own business, but it was clear as day to you that he was watching. It made you smile stupidly at the thought of him being infatuated with you as you were with him. 

In all honesty, you definitely didn't need more records right now and definitely didn't have the money for it. You hoped to look around and maybe sneak in a chat or two with him while you browsed.

Your hands flicked between each row as before, this time with less focus. You almost wanted to laugh at how obvious it was when he slowly but surely made his way over to you. He was quiet and shy, but so sweet. 

Every joke you told made him laugh that addicting sound and every time you flirted his cheeks would flush and he would turn away and hide. Your own had gained a reddish tint that you wore proudly. You wanted him to know. 

He stood slightly taller than you but he leant down a bit when he pretended to scour through the vinyls, keeping his hands busy so he could listen closer. 

After that day, you felt a need deep within your heart to keep coming back. Two short interactions had wormed their way into your routine and every weekend you would stop by to see Graham. You could swear half of your paycheck each week went to buying music, but you had to admit it was worth it. 

You weren't the only one who'd felt changed. No, Graham was happier, more energetic. He felt like himself again. 

There was no longer this slump of repetition that drained him. Instead, it seemed like someone had finally taken off a broken record and replaced it with a new. The songs flowed easily, the sound eloquent and boisterous. He kept putting the needle back to the start at the end of each week just so he could hear your part again. 

The band had noticed. How could they not?

Each time they met up, Graham was brimming with excitement to practice or write, he seemed more in tune with them than ever before. Usually, he'd stay more out of the way, but he wanted more now. It's why he was awaiting your arrival that Saturday. 

The clouds hovered over the sky and a light rain drizzled the air during the surprisingly warm summer. Tomorrow, they would play a small gig at their local pub. Of course, they knew not many people would show up, but they were still jumping out of their seats to actually play a show. It was the first they managed to book in a while. Graham had been practicing with all the free time he had after he formed this plan. The plan that fell into action at the ring of the bell. 

Your coat was covered in darkened spots from the drops and your hair a bit more frizzy at the humidity, but you still took his breath away. Literally. His lungs emptied of air as he tried refilling them and now backing out of his plan. His heart beat out of his chest, he could hear the loud rhythm echo through his body and it felt like it bounced off the walls. 

His hands fiddled with the hem of his battered, striped shirt as he approached your smirking and gorgeous face. It grew as he called your name in a greeting, he pulled you into a somewhat awkward hug and placed a quick peck to your cheek. 

The both of you walked, side by side, down the aisles with your bodies brushing and fear of the other turning away dancing around. His laugh was calming from your joke and he cleared his throat, the question on the tip of his tongue. You looked curiously up at him and he almost melted right then. 

"Would you want to... see my band play tomorrow night?"

His voice was quiet and you overly aware of how much your answer would mean to him, but the shock still hit you into asking, "You're in a band?"

Graham's eyebrows knit together and he has to stop and think for a second, had he really not told you? His jaw slacks and he struggles over his next words, "Well—Yeah, I am. It's not anything big, but it'd mean a lot if you came," he shrugs turning away in the way you had grown to admire, "You obviously don't have to! I-I'm just saying, I would appreciate it!"

You snicker despite your previous shock still lingering. Looking back, it should have been clear, but it somehow sweeped over your head during conversation. You nod and wave him off, "I'll go. Just tell me the time and place—I'll be there, Gra."

—

You left early to get to the pub before the gig started so you could come and meet the band, but traffic was a lot worse than you had prepared for, leaving you to barely arrive before they came onstage. You were panting to catch your breath as you joined the small crowd around the stage, standing near the back. 

Cheers erupt as they make their way on the stage, everyone excited for some music to start. A blonde man with blue eyes takes his place at the microphone, he was pretty but in an overly confident way, Damon if you remembered his name right. The bassist and drummer, who you knew as Alex and Dave, found their own places. And finally, Graham makes his way out. His hair is disheveled in a crazily attractive look and his glasses balanced on the bridge of his nose. His cheeks are flushed in the heat of the pub. You notice right away as he scans the crowd, waving your arm to catch his attention. 

When Graham locks eyes with you, a involuntary sigh falls from his lips in relief. After not seeing you back stage, he was scared you bailed on him. He really felt this was his only chance to impress you, maybe even win you over. If only he wasn’t to blind to see how you already were. 

There is no warning and the first song starts blasting through the speakers. You become entranced with how he moves. His hand gliding on the fretboard, him strumming practically perfectly, his look of absolute concentration, his smooth voice coming through his own microphone that still managed to sound beautifully shy. You’re jumping around with some group of girls that dragged you with them when they saw you alone. It’s hot in the small pub, but you’re so high off the energy and happiness, nothing else matters but you and him. 

[intrusiveinks]

I have a question. What is your MLP poly au about?

Sorry for the bad formatting I'm on phone and in a rush bc I spent all lunch writing this lmao

I also wanna start out by saying you don't have to agree with all my hcs n I don't mind other interpretations of these characters obviously, lmao

Tbh it's mainly just like random gay little hcs of mine, mainly surrounding the mane 6 being Poly, of course. I suppose it's technically one of my more fluid aus, as in not everything is honestly set in stone bc I can't decide if I want some of it to be darker or completely keep it more to Canon yet.

It's technically similar in some aspects to my Elements of Necessity Mane 6, just... a lot less horrible overall? Still not the the best ponies but also not the Worst like Necessity plans on being once I work on that again. (Especially w similarities w Twilight at least at first)

Despite shipping (almost) all of the mane 6 together (I just don't rlly see AJ n Pinkie as dating in any way, even if I don't entirely think they're actually related (I don't think they ever officially confirmed things in the show even later on so I could be wrong!)), my main fixation is on Dash x Pinkie x Shy and then also Twi x Rarity x Aj, and when talking to a friend I thought the concept of those two trios actually getting together first (and going through a semi-dramatic (kinda rivals in some cases) to friends to lovers thing and finally calming down then girls from both groups start falling for each other and it's chaos ALL OVER AGAIN!!!

Twilight is a lot more like ep 1 Twi (can u tell I loved that version of her) and she's not super social and when she is she can be rude (sometimes on purpose) and she's very work oriented and perfectionistic, even after she befriends the mane 6 in a similar way to the first ep, she doesn't do a super immediate flip and she doesn't ever entirely drop all of her more unsociable mannerisms because they are a part of her, she's not a total dick, but I like the thought that even people who don't socialize normally can be friends and have friendship!

Aj is a workaholic and kinda judgemental, especially if she doesn't really think somepony is as tough/mature/reliable as her, but she still tries to be polite because of how she was raised. A lot of those judgements normally happen when she feels like she's forced to interact with ponies who aren't relatives, (Rarity cough cough) but a lot of her judgements are because she forced herself to grow up fast and later on some of her frustrations turn out to be because she likes the others and not just bc she's annoyed.

Rarity is pretty much the same but even more slay serve dramatic queen in some aspects, she's actually pretty self conscious though, and for a while she's put herself in a creative rut because she feels ponies only want certain designs from her and she's scared to expand from that. (I wonder if 5 mares w different styles could help her out with that ;]) also kinda a workaholic.

Fluttershy is a EARTH PONY I do think unicorn Flutters is interesting but she's literally so earth pony coded idc!!! She's pretty much the same except a lot of her interactions (especially w Dash and Pinkie) are based on her admiration of them and then it becomes romantic over time. Similar with AJ and Rarity but in a kind of different way. With Twilight she actually relates to her social issues and ends up reaching out more when Twi is struggling to help her and the two of them get a bit of a bond sharing interests. Flutters also doesn't really care about getting messy and loves wilderness activities! The darkness is scary, but if she's scavenging in the day or sleeping in a tent she feels a lot safer, especially if she knows it's just some animals nearby (like a bear. And not a monster).

Pinkie is a pegasus like her Granny pie was because I said so, though she is the only one out of all her siblings to be one, (Maud, Lime, Marble, and Octavio), so she was actually raised on the ground, hence her hopping a lot of the time because it's like a middle ground for her! She's kinda mentally ill, and very ND obviously! She's been besties with Dash for AGES to the point Ponyville thinks they're gay before they even start dating (they don't say anything to be polite, Twilight is actually the one who says it out loud (she's still new) and it kicks off a "wait??? Do I like her??" For the two ponies who for the most part normally don't care about who they might like).

Dash is your local loser gamer boy but he's not only a boy she's also a girl (both states are masculine bc gender is a fuck!!!) She's still egotistical but a lot more aggressive in certain places too because of her own self consciousness issues. She's not diagnosed with ADHD but God he really needs to be! He actually deals more with storm clouds and the aftermath when it comes to weather! She's literally only been open with Pinkie about doing silly things like stimming for Ages bc she has a problem with admitting she may think she has anything. Kinda similar to how she ends up bonding w Twi over reading Daring-Do.

Idk if I've been too open about things but the base hcs for pronouns/Gender/etc for the mane 6 (at least in this au) are

Twilight - She/Her - Cis - Bisexual (She doesn't know it yet)

Rarity - She/Her, They/Them - Nonbinary (I can't decide exactly? Maybe a demigirl? Genderfluid? I'm unsure.) - Unlabeled

Apple Jack - She/Her - Cis - Sapphic (I'm not sure on anything for her yet I just know she deffo likes girls)

Fluttershy - She/Her, They/Them - Demigirl - Queer

Pinkie Pie - She/Her, They/Them, He/Him, It/Its, (Probably neos too) - Nonbinary (not really any solid gender identity but mainly goes as some form of a girl) - Pansexual

Rainbow Dash - He/Him, She/Her - Bigender (Male and Female Specifically) - She likes girls but she doesn't really care to label herself on specifics.

[weird-is-life]

hiii can u write reader x Spencer? platonic

a fluff where reader comes out as a lesbian

only if u feel comfortable

Hii, ty for the request! I could definitely see Spencer being a total wingman for the reader and everything 🤧hope this is okay! Warnings:pet names, use of y/n, fluff, (0.7k)

You haven't been a part of the bau for a long time. You are basically still a newbie, but thanks to the team you feel like you've been there for much much longer.

And especially, thanks to one particular agent, Spencer. He's been so sweet and such a good friend to you from the moment you stepped a foot into the building.

But that's all he can ever be to you, a good friend. And he recently invited you for a Halloween movie night at his place and you fret about him thinking of it as a date. But you agreed to go, before you could truly think about it.

So right now, you are stepping in front of his door on a completely random day. Preparing for the probable end of your friendship.

You knock on the door and wait for him to open. You can hear some shuffling and his shout 'I'll be right there'.

When the door opens, it reveals Spencer with a messy hair and a comfy clothes, you've never seen on him before.

"Y/N? Hi, what are you doing here?" he asks a little confused, but still very sweet to you.

"Hey," you greet him sheepishly," I'm sorry I came unannounced, but do you have a minute? Could we talk?"

"Of course, come in," he says, zero hesitation in his voice.

You unsurely stand in the middle of the room, completely in your head at the moment.

"You okay?" Spencer asks, slight concern laced in his expression.

"Yeah, I just don't know how to tell you what I need to tell you," you sigh, eyes looking everywhere but Spencer.

"It's okay, whatever you want to tell me, I'm here for you. But it's also okay if you decide you don't want to tell me anything. I completely understand, " he reassures you, his kind smile and soft eyes easing the worry about loosing your friendship with him a little.

You let your thoughts settle in your mind, before you start speaking. "Okay, so Spence. I like you, I really do. You've been a great friend from the start and-and you've helped me adjust better to everything at the bau. I'm very grateful for you and that you are always here for me....." you take a big breath, before you continue your rant," but Spence, I can't come to the movie night. I'm not sure if I understood it wrong or something, but I...you probably intented it as a date. W-which in any other situation  I would be happy to go on, but I can't. Because-.....because I-I am not interested in men, Spencer. I'm sorry."

It takes Spencer a couple of seconds to comprehend what he's just heard. But his reaction surprises you.

"Fuck...I'm so so sorry y/n. If I made you feel uncomfortable in any way, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. But I genuinely want you to come over for the movie night, the others will be there, too. I should have mentioned the team'll be here. I should have known how the invite must have sounded to you, I'm sorry." He gives you an apologetic smile, eyes wide from worry.

"And more importantly, I'm happy for you, y/n and I love you, no matter what. You are a great friend and you deserve to be happy," he carefully takes one of your hands into both of his amd gives it a friendly, reassuring squeeze.

"I-I...thank you, Spence. It means a lot," you respond, teary eyed. You braved yourself for much worse reaction, not this, his lovely words warming your heart.

He carefully gives you a tight hug, until you have to push him away, gasping for the air with a chuckle.

"And for the next time, Spence. Please be more specific on the number of people that you invite somewhere," Spencer laughs at that, cheeks going red.

"I'm sorry, I really am and I will definitely remember to do that for the next time," he says, voice very sorry and amused at the same time.

"Good." You smile at him, cheeks puffy from all the crying not stopping you from smiling big at hjm.

Spencer, the sweetheart he is, invites you for a friendly! coffee as an apology and a way to let you know, that he loves you no matter what.

[rebornologist]

Greetings ✨

I wanted to ask if u could make some headcanons about a reader that's Tsuna's (younger) twin sibling? And just kinda how that affects their relationship with the guardians (if that's too many, maybe just Tsuna and Gokudera)?

(btw I am the anon that asked for the gokudera + shy but affectionate s/o and I just wanted to say I absolutely adored those headcanons, thank you so much for writing them 🥺❣️)

I hope you have a wonderful day👋

omg hiii lovely, this is such a cute idea so I tried my best with it! It isn't super fleshed out, because I had to kind of fill in gaps of how his sibling's personality would be like, but here are some of my thoughts :')

♡ Tsuna w/ a twin ✧

CW!! mention of death (in the original TYL timeline), maybe a biiit of a stretch/OOC

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Tsuna with a younger twin sounds so adorable, I think they would have a great relationship and his sibling would be his number one supporter, despite the pressure he feels from his parents. When he’s feeling down on his luck, he always turns to them for a willing ear and words of support. Coming from a similar cultural background, I think that Nana would have been harsher on Tsuna growing up because she had higher expectations for him being the older brother (“not by much!” he always argues when his younger sibling tries to leverage their being 20 minutes younger to get what they want), but at some point she kind of shifts to focusing more of her hopes in his sibling, especially if they were doing better academically.

Now, depending on if y’all are fraternal or identical twins, Gokudera would have had a field day learning that Tsuna has a twin sibling if it was the latter. I can imagine his “That.. that wasn’t Decimo?! Oh I’M SO SORRY, HOW COULD I EVER MIX UP THE TWO OF THEM, MY DEEPEST APOLOGIES DECIMOANSDKJANSD” (proceeds to sulk)

I really like this concept, because it changes what happens in the future as well. I can only assume that Tsuna’s sibling would have a sky flame as well, and they would technically be next in line for being the boss if Tsuna.. y’know. The guardian that would be most tense about this would be Gokudera. He would want to make a good image of himself for them, since they’re Tsuna’s family... but there’s also a seed of suspicion in him, especially early on, when he begins to overthink about how.. messy, mafia inheritance can be. I think as time went on, Tsuna’s sibling would fight alongside the family, and when things got really bad in the future, the sibling was actually the one that everyone had to turn to in the event of Tsuna’s passing. Technically, that timeline has been written over, but there’s probably a ton of mixed feelings about it from the guardians, because Tsunayoshi had really grown into the perfect boss for the family. His twin just knew him the best out of everyone, so they had to step up when Tsuna was gone. The guardians respect them greatly, but to have to face someone that looks exactly like Tsuna would really break their hearts, and some (Gokudera, Ryohei, and Lambo) would have a harder time hiding their mixed feelings.

When Tsuna first went missing in the present, his twin lost their appetite, and it truly felt like a part of them was gone. I really like the idea that they had to find each other again in the future, because they were transported at different times, and Tsuna definitely cried tears of joy to see the familiar face of his twin in the future.

In natural younger sibling fashion, I think his twin is actually the more aggressive one. They’re more extroverted, but their temper is worse, and they aren’t afraid to say it like it is. This is likely from standing up for their loser-Tsuna twin brother in their childhood years. I think Tsuna’s twin would get along very well with Ryohei, with them actually wanting to push Tsuna to join a club and put himself out there more, which Ryohei really agrees with. Lambo, in childhood, would probably start beef with Tsuna’s twin, just to run and hide with Tsuna because he knows that Tsuna’s the good cop of the duo, but when he’s grown up, he actually ends up being more respectful/afraid of Tsuna for how much he’s changed as he grew into being a mafia don.

Chrome… is amicable with his twin. They’re friendly and respect each other, since they also defended her when Gokudera was giving her shit when she first met him. If Tsuna’s twin hangs out with Kyoko and Haru often, then they’re likely to be one of the girls™.

Yamamoto likes pretending that he can’t tell them apart, even if they’re fraternal. However, he is one of the people that has actually never mixed them up.

Hibari took the longest time to notice that the twin existed, because his fascination with Tsuna grew very slowly, and by extension, his opinion on the people around him and the other Sawada.

Mukuro.. tried to possess the twin to either pretend to be Tsuna, or to leverage them for Tsuna. They kind of became his.. plan b in case possessing the future Decimo did not work out. He speaks to Tsuna in a weird and semi-threatening way, but somehow he's even weirder and more threatening to the sibling because their reactions amuse him.

[aureatchi]

hnnn miss reverie… the thoughts of fyodor is currently filling my brain… i need to let it out-

AXNAJXJS fyodor dostoevsky would akin your love to a chess game, each piece and movement signifying the decisions and the outcomes that both of you would make throughout your relationship. but then he thinks your love is like playing the cello, each note resonating with the memories you’ve made with each other, but that each wrong melody is like a misunderstanding, both (wrong note and misunderstanding) of which happens rarely, if at all.

he’d burn the world to see his plans in effect, but then he changes his mind. he’d burn the world still, but he’d burn it for you if you asked, so long as it goes well with his plan.

(i know he wouldn’t literally but please listen-) he’d give his heart out for you, in all its bloody, visceral mess, because while he believes secrets and plans make him invincible, he has finally gotten the courage (and he’d finally decided after a long, long while) to give you his heart as it is. he believes that his love should be presented as it truly is. messy, bloody, and all for you.

he’d give his brain too, if you wanted, but he’d dangle it like a game first, see if you can read between the lines and decipher it. but when all is said and done, fyodor dostoevsky is a man of secrets, allure, and the charisma that drew you towards him in the first place.

fyodor dostoevsky can finally be vulnerable (to an extent) around you, because to him, he considers you important. now have some tea with him and listen to him read in his mother tongue, da?

adjajs that’s all !! i could talk about him for months, i recently just got possessed with testing his character out, sorry for the long ask qwq

ouu miss lia you’re my fav for sending these thoughts to me !! >ᴗ< pls don’t apologize i was so happy to read this ask <3 big BIG AGREE !! on the comparison to love as a chess game ♞ …i’ve always envisioned tht fyodor would imagine his lover as his queen on the chessboard (& honestly off the board too !!) bcz the importance of the piece…i could delve into tht sm more but it will be saved for a fic ehe ;)

second thought reminds me of how he would canonically gift a country to someone he loved. so so true, his plans rly would shift to include u. you got so poetic w this <3 this whole thing gave me sm thoughts ate !! def sitting down w/ him rn to listen to him read an istoriya :)