#thank u for voting for him though

[camzverse]

rereading ggy so i can type tony, holy SHIT all this boy thinks about is stories and journalism

[solaarbeeam]

MAKE THAT SIX — FURIN FIRST YEAR SIX

TYPE — RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS

SYNOPSIS — a look into your relationship with the furin first year six.

CHARACTERS — sakura haruka, suo hayato, nirei akihiko, kiryu mitsuki, tsugeura taiga, and sugeshita kyotaro

A/N:: i’d like to formally thank callum for getting the brain juices flowing cause DAMN i got SHIT TO SAY abt these five. ALSO!! nonnie if u find this, i did it <33 also! reader ks a member of bofurin, and is gender!neutral

— SAKURA HARUKA

— Oh my lord I’ve got a whole bunch of shit to say about this one.

— Please help this poor man out, he’s stressing over this so much.

— He’s already been voted grade captain, told that he’s formally trusted by the top dog of his school, and now he gets a significant other? He’s gonna break soon honey, if he hasn’t already.

— Expect that he has an issue with you getting hurt in fights even though you are a formal member of Bofurin and he has seen you fight long before the both of you got together. He knows you’re good at it and you can take care of yourself. He’s just a very worried softie :(

— Made Kiryu teach him how to use his phone in order to text you more often, even if you do see each other every day.

— Friendly spars! Fighting gives him joy and he’s a happy camper when he sees that you enjoy the sparring.

— Doesn’t know much about being a boyfriend but he always shares food with you even if you don’t ask for it.

— Lowkey ashamed to be out in public with you because of how he looks. He doesn’t want people looking at you weird because of him.

— Thought you were pranking him when you told him you loved him. He very much ran away. You had to go and chase him down for two hours to get the point across.

— Avid sleepovers at your house! He has the most peaceful sleeping face. Your wallpaper on your phone is him sleeping peacefully against one of your pillows.

— He absolutely screeched when he saw it too, by the way.

— Has major separation anxiety because of how he grew up. He needs you to be in eyeshot or somewhere he can easily find you.

— Has his location on all the time because why wouldn’t he? This man is loyal.

— Is the type to let you wear what you want because in his mind, you’ll just beat up whoever it is who’s bothering you. He’ll jump in if you want to jump them too.

— Nighttime walks. Even better when the stars are dotting the skies. It’s peaceful, and it makes him feel like he’s doing a good job with the whole boyfriend thing.

— Tugs on your Furin Jacket when he wants your attention.

— You absolutely sneak other clothes into his closet. His lack of opinions and choices are very concerning to you.

— Aquarium dates! He really likes sea life a lot and it’s cute to see him blushing from awe at all the dolphins and fishies!

— You have attempted to beat up his foster parents when they came through Makochi once. You, unluckily, didn’t get to because Suo and Nirei pulled up with the rest of the first year to run them out of town. He cried in your bed because he never thought people would care about him like that.

— His wallpaper is you and him holding hands on one of your night walks.

— Has let you put makeup on him before and let me tell you, Sakura Haruka is the prettiest man on the planet.

— You like to call his eyes pretty a lot. Like gemstones. No matter how many times you tell him, he still violently blushes and hides his face.

— The Grade Captain of Class 1-1 has a significant other, and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. No matter how much shenanigans you get into.

— SUO HAYATO

— Hm. The teasing gentleman. Let’s see..

— A certified back hugger. Mans does not care about PDA. If he wants to hug you, he will.

— Teaches you about his style of fighting sometimes, even though you fight similarly to Kiryu.

— Lets you wear his tassel earrings when you ask for them. He thinks they look adorable on you.

— He was so tempted to show off at the Tournament with Shishitoren just so you can see how good of a fighter he is.

— Will rant about tea flavors, although he doesn’t classify it as ranting. You do though, because that’s what it is, and it’s adorable to see him tall about the differences between flavors.

— He can’t cook for jack shit but let me tell you, that man can bake. Best believe you are a pastry taste tester for all his little baking experiments.

— You have absolutely pranked him with Natto in his food. This was the first of rare times you will ever catch him off guard.

— Beach walks. On the sand, on the coast line. That’s all I have to say.

— Can absolutely ballroom dance. He has ballroom danced with you at his house and is absolutely hoping you and him are forever so he can ballroom dance with you at your wedding.

— You sit on top of his desk at Furin whenever you can’t find a seat and drag it over.

— Absolutely almost flipped Tsubakino over because he thought he was trying to flirt, even though the both of you are first years. He was just caught off guard! All poor Tsubakino wanted to do was compliment you :(

— Kisses the back of your hand, similarly to princes in most modern royal media.

— Once again, this man does not give a flying fuck about PDA. If he wants to kiss you in front of the person taking your order at a fast food joint, he will and what are they going to do about it?

— Your wallpaper is him sitting on beach sand in the sunrise.

— His wallpaper is you doing something stupid. What can I say, he’s a tease. To himself, he’s a genius.

— He’s saved as Leonardo Dicaprio in your phone, for shits and giggles.

— Does the sidewalk rule expeditiously, even if your reflexes are better than most.

— Keeps his hand on the small of your back once you’re in big crowds

— Do all of us a favor and never team up in a fight, because the result? The opposing fighters are the finished.

— Assuming that under his eye he has a grotesque injury, you have very much kissed that injury senseless. Keep doing it, it makes him feel all warm and gooey inside.

— You baked gingerbread cookies together for Christmas. Umemiya came to raid them soon enough though.

— His mother loves you.

— Has already given you a promise ring. You wear it around your neck to prevent it from breaking while punching someone in a fight.

— If (more like WHEN) you get married, you were the one who got down on one knee and proposed to him. It was the closest he’d been to crying ever.

— Newsflash, he did cry.

— Will sling you over his shoulder no matter how much you weigh to assert dominance. He’s just a cheeky little shit.

— NIREI AKIHIKO

— GIVE MY BABY THE ASSURANCE HE NEEDS, OKAY??

— Okay but all jokes aside, reassure this man because he feels like dead weight to you all the time and he doesn’t want to be.

— Has a special page in his notebook just for you! Well, it’s more of a section really..

— He’s a cuddle bug. Give bro a bed, some blankets, a decently sized pillow and one order of you and it’ll be the best cuddles you’ve ever had.

— Texts you pictures of all the animals he sees when he’s doing solo patrols with Suo and Sakura.

— Your wallpaper of him is him petting one of the dogs in the neighborhood.

— Is the type to claim that you can and will beat someone in a fight whenever a non-Furin person claims they can fight.

— Do not, and I mean DO NOT, play tag with Nirei. You will lose. That man is a trackstar.

— Wash Day is your day, okay? That mam can and should be a licensed hairstylist. He will leave your hair looking gorgeous no matter what type you have from 1A all the way to 4C.

— His name in your phone is Pookie Bear. He died when he saw it.

— Your name in his phone is Heartie with multiple heart emojis after it.

— Lets you wear his hairclips and necklaces. He’s got too many to even comprehend.

— His love language is words of affirmation. You will never feel insecure with this boy (in his mind, that’s his job)

— Feels bad for forcing you to protect him all the time in fights but he’s always there to patch you up after.

— Speaking of patching up after, make this man a doctor as well cause the way you will NEVER, and I mean NEVER get sick when this man’s around is absolute.

— Is the fun fact king and will send you random, silly fun facts about anything and everything, it’s so cute.

— Amusement Park dates. Need I say more?

— He will share his food without asking. He wants you to try!

— His wallpaper is a collection of polaroid photos of the both of you after a Carnival Date.

— Nose kisses!! All day every day!!

— KIRYU MITSUKI

— Matching PFPs with you on every gaming platform you can think of. Is matching pfps with you on social media as well.

— Lets you pick out the piercings he wears during the day.

— You play with his Furin Jacket sleeves because their always drooping to a degree.

— You stare into his eyes as a pastime because they’re so??? gorgeous???? He has most definitely blushed because of it.

— Both of you are speed-based fighters so having the both of you tag team an opposing side is lethal work.

— Teasing. He’s not as bad as Suo but we’re not going to sit here and say that he’s not a tease.

— Makes a point to match with you when it comes to outfits to some degree, even if you don’t have the same style or taste.

— His wallpaper is you leaning back in a chair at Furin, with the sunrise hitting your face just right.

— Your wallpaper of him is him playing one of the many games on his phone.

— Speaking of phone, he has a separate album in his phone that’s full of pictures of you doing absolutely anything and everything.

— Is the type to egg you on into versing him in a game knowing he’s better just to see you get all pouty when you lose. He thinks its cute until you legitimately crash out.

— You’re in his pinned on his phone.

— Most definitely has a moodboard of the both of you, mostly shenanigans the both of you would get up to, but the rest of it is legitimate sweetness.

— You are saved in his phone as ‘My Player #2’. I don’t make the rules, you just are.

— Boba!! His favorite kind of dates are when you go around trying different foods and drinks. He’ll always get your favorite eventually though.

— Buys funny shirts on purpose to make you laugh. He also buys funny hoodies and puts them in your closet on purpose. That’s right, you don’t even have to ask.

— Lets you paint his nails. He’s a pretty princess, all he needs is to have it shown on the outside.

— Also lets you use his hair clips a lot! You and h have matching ones you wear with designated outfits.

— Matching phone cases on the month of your anniversary. I know I’m talking about matching a lot, but I think that matching with your significant other is a very Kiryu-coded thing to do.

— Karaoke nights with him are the absolute best.

— TSUGEURA TAIGA

— Yall. I have feelings about this one.

— Uses kisses as motivation to continue on with his workout routines. Yes, if you slide under him while he’s doing push ups, he will kiss you.

— Is a weighted blanket personified. In winter time you can and will be cozy.

— Love languages are words of affirmation and physical touch. However, he’s aggressive with the words of affirmation, the opposite of Nirei.

— Piggy back rides all day every day. Doesn’t matter where you are or who you’re around. As long as he’s got two arms, shoulders, and some upper body strength? Piggy back rides.

— It’s literally canon that he wears shorts in the winter. Do with that what you will.

— Gym couple gym couple gym couple!! Instagram and TikTok love them some of you two. You set weight-lifting goals together.

— Unstoppable Push and Immovable Force-coded.

— Most definitely asked what your aesthetic and virtue was when he first met you.

— You and him are often called the parents of the group because he’s the oldest first year.

— Intertwines his legs with yours when hand-holding isn’t an option.

— Gives you his bandanas after he’s washed them because he thinks they make you look so cute.

— His wallpaper is his arm wrapped around your waist in the gym mirror after a difficult workout.

— Don’t get hurt in a fight, please. He knows you can take care of yourself but that man is a brawler-coded fighter so pray for whoever managed to catch you off guard.

— He knows how to rollerskate so he’ll take you to roller skating rinks as dates! The rinks that he picks out always have the best food too.

— He canonically wears shorts in the winter, but sometimes he does to purposefully annoy you or get your attention. It works, but he’s being adorably stupid.

— I personally think that he would have you saved as your nickname, but it a cutesy way. He doesn’t see the point in making it elaborate when he can show you how much he loves you in real life.

— Is also a manhandler but most of the time it’s not on purpose. He’s just a very excited overgrown puppy man and sometimes he can’t tone it down, give my baby a break, okay?

— Charm Bracelets!! Whenever he works out, he takes them off because he will feel the absolute worst if they break. You will not be able to console him.

— He smells like tropical fruit by the way. It’s very pleasant, he blushes every time you tell him you smell good.

— Is also an avid sidewalk rule follower. In public, he’ll put one arm around your shoulders.

— Eventually the both of you get manipedi’s together because what’s the point of him having his dogs out all the time if his toes aren’t done?

— He is a TDI junkie and absolutely believes the theory that Chris MClain slowly loses his sanity throughout the show, and that Izzy was actually raised in the forest where Camp Wawanaka resided. You have heard and witnessed enough rants for several lifetimes.

— Is a huge fan of the goth duo from The Ridonculous Race because they apparently remind him of Suo because of how nonchalant he is. You cackled when he first told you.

— SUGESHITA KYOTARO

— If I’m going to be honest, him and Sakura are in the same boat in the sense that they do not know how to boyfriend.

— But it goes a little like this.

— He’s touch starved to no end so you have to fo at your own pace with him. Sometimes he’ll lean in, sometimes he’ll stand away at a certain radius. He loves you, you just gotta be patient.

— He doesn’t have preferences for anything, as stated in canon, so you often take him out so you can find his likes and dislikes and his absolutely no-go’s whatsoever.

— He, like Tsuge, will not save you as anything really special or cutesy in his phone because that’s what you have him in real life for.

— He fell in love with you by realizing that he gave more of a shit if you got hurt while fighting than the rest of the first years, Anzai included.

— Remember when I said that Nirei should be a licensed hairstylist? Well, Sugeshita over here might as well be the god of anything that has to do with hair.

— He has matching hair accessories with you too. It’s subtle, but he likes it that way. It makes him happy.

— Umemiya is practically his dad, just know that Umemiya approves.

— Only lets you play around in his hair. He does NOT play about his hair, lemme tell you that right now. It’s a sign of trust.

— Speaking of fighting, he prefers protecting you than to you fighting with him or beside him. He knows it’s somewhat wrong, because you’re not a member of Bofurin for nothing, but he has enough confidence in himself to protect you.

— It also makes him feel better about being a boyfriend, he doesn’t want to let you down in any way, shape, or form.

— You paid for his hair treatment once for his birthday and he actually almost cried.

— He is saved in your phone as “Kyo 🩷”, yes, he did lash out but it was very much adorable.

— Bought the both of you those matching Pandora puzzle necklaces. He flicks it at people in fights to assert dominance. He fiddles with it a lot with soft expressions. He loves you a lot, okay?

— On that note, sometimes the both of you absentmindedly flick your pendants at the same time as a way to say “yes, they’re mine, and yes, we will both beat your ass” on some telepathy thing.

— You took him out shopping till you dropped for his birthday and he almost cried in the middle of the restaurant.

— Lets you style his hair all the time. Half up-half downs, full ponytails, braid backs, and very rarely, he’ll let you curl his ends.

— He’s besties with the other first years because you pushed him to get some social interaction in. However, he’s an introvert and antisocial at heart so you know his social battery can only take so much.

— Matching hoodies. That’s all.

— His wallpaper is you in one of his graphic hoodies. He was super-duper happy about it. He really is a softie at heart.

— Doesn’t like traditional stuff all that much so instead of a regular date at a restaurant for Valentine’s, he did a rooftop date.

— “Why do I have to be like everyone else? I’m gonna be different.” - What he told Tsubakino.

— Is a sucker for bear hugs. Please bear hug him, he will melt like chocolate.

— Loves getting his hair brushed. Please do it for him. He’ll melt even more.

— He’s a biter. He bites to show love. He’s a chewer. Let him chew.

— Obsessed with self-care so he’ll make days for the both of you to do it together. Sometimes it’ll even be a date, especially when both of your individual products and the products you share are almost finished.

© solaarbeeam 2024.

[virgoilluminati]

can u please write a jude fic where your in a talking stage and he comes over and you both make out for the first time 🤭

It's been a long time coming...

A/N: this is my first request in absolutely ages so tysm you have made my day ✨❣️ As I am now unemployed (😜✌️) i have a lot of free time before i head back to university. So please if anyone has any ideas lmk 🥹

Inspo: Jude and You have been close friends since high school, but after one very drunken night, you admit your feelings for him, right before he leaves for the euro's. When Jude arrives home, he has only one goal, to give you that kiss that you've been waiting for.

Oh, you had royally fucked up.

So royally fucked up that you probably shouldn’t leave the house for at least the next two days, perhaps a week, even a month.

You’d told your best friend that you liked him, in a sweaty club, the night before he was going to the Euros. With the drink loosening your tongue, you blurted it out without thinking. The look on his face said it all; he was stunned into silence.

You and Jude had known each other since high school. He was in the year above you, but you both shared a huge interest in football. While he played for the boys’ squad, you played for the girls’. You got really close in the last year of high school as he began prepping for the under-21s football team while you were preparing for university. You became each other’s anchor, someone you both could rely on, no matter how tough it got. You told each other absolutely everything. So when you blurted out that you liked him, it was as if you had shattered an unspoken rule.

You had been drunk. That was the justification you were giving. You didn’t know what you were thinking; you couldn’t control what was going through your head. You couldn’t face him, not now. The memory of his expression replayed in your mind, a painful reminder.

You had sent him one text message, mentioning nothing about the incident, just wishing him luck in the Euros. Maybe he’d just forget it even happened. After all, he was pretty drunk too.

You had spent all morning preoccupying yourself with your uni work, taking the dog out for a walk, cleaning your room… basically anything to distract from the impending apocalypse. But it was pointless; every other second, you would check the blue tick on the message, with a simple “read” underneath it.

Hey, I hope the head isn’t too sore from last night ahaha. Best of luck in the Euros, I’ll be screaming your name at the local, love ya. (Read)

His response came about three hours later. In that time, you had gone through all five stages of grief. First, Denial: you denied that you even told him, that it was a huge mistake. Anger: you were angry that no one stopped you, as it was an open secret between all of your friends but him, but they had let you blurt it out. Bargaining: maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, you know. You could just say it was a mistake or you didn’t remember. Depression: this would be the end of your friendship—that he’d no longer look at you the same way ever again. Acceptance: your life was doomed, and that was the end of it. However, when his response came, you hadn’t actually prepared yourself.

Yeah, my head’s fine ahaha, though I think you drank more than me in the end. Currently on the way to the airport, Trent says hi. Pretty nervous about the Euros, I can’t lie.

You sat there staring at the three dots, wondering what else he was thinking. You cringed at him mentioning your drunkenness. He not only knew but he must’ve remembered. Oh god, this was going to be awkward.

You didn’t respond, noticing the frequent three dots on his screen going rapidly on and off. Sighing, you attempted to make a joke, quickly sending back a response.

I’m sure Trent is feeling it right now ahaha, how many shots did he have last night again? Don’t be nervous, you’ll be ace!

His reply came almost instantly.

Enough to need a new liver, I’m sure. Thanks for the vote of confidence. We’re about to board, talk later?

You couldn’t help but feel relieved. He wasn’t addressing your confession at all. Maybe he really had chosen to forget about it. Or perhaps he was giving you a way out, a chance to pretend it never happened. Either way, you seized the opportunity.

Sure, have a safe flight! Catch you later.

With that, you put your phone down and took a deep breath. Maybe this wouldn’t ruin everything after all. For now, you’d focus on the positives: Jude was still talking to you, and you still had your friendship, even if it was a little shaken.

The next couple of days were a whirlwind of activity. Jude was swamped with training and media commitments, so your interactions were mostly confined to texts. Despite the busyness, he made sure to check in frequently, sending you updates and little messages that kept the connection alive.

After the Slovakia game, which they won in a nail-biting finish, you received a call from Jude. You could hear the adrenaline in his voice, the excitement of the victory still fresh.

“Hey,” he said, a little breathless. “Did you see the game?”

“Of course I did! You were amazing! That last-minute goal!" you replied, unable to hide the pride in your voice.

“Thanks. It felt good out there tonight. The fans were crazy. Nearly thought we were goners—"

"Nah, I knew you'd pull through."

"Really?" His voice sounded hopeful, as if he had more to say, but instead, he coughed and continued talking. "Uh, listen, there is something I need to talk to you about.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “Okay, what’s up?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about what you said."

"What I said? When?" you responded, your heart beating faster by the minute.

"The night before I went, about you liking me. I thought I could just put it aside and focus on the tournament, but… I can’t.”

You swallowed hard, your heart pounding in your chest. “Jude…”

“No, let me finish,” he interrupted gently. “I’ve been trying to figure out how I feel. And the truth is, I like you too."

Tears pricked at your eyes. “Really?”

“Yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I told Dec and Trent, and after they completely humbled me, they made me realize—I think I've always had a bit of a thing for you. It’s just… I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to lose what we have.”

“You won’t,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “We’ll figure it out together. One step at a time.”

There was a moment of silence, then Jude let out a breath. “Okay. One step at a time. I like the sound of that.”

For the rest of the night, you talked about everything and nothing, letting the conversation flow naturally. The tension from the confession began to dissipate, replaced by a sense of hope and excitement.

The next game was against Switzerland, and you decided to go out to the pub to watch it with a couple of your pals. The place was buzzing with excitement, filled with fans donning jerseys and scarves, and the energy was infectious. As the match began, you found yourself nervously scanning the screen for Jude, your eyes automatically seeking him out every few seconds.

Your friends, of course, noticed.

“Honestly, if you stare any harder, you might burn a hole through the screen,” teased Sarah, nudging you playfully.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the blush that crept up your cheeks. “I’m just… making sure he’s doing okay.”

“Sure, just making sure,” Mark chimed in with a grin. “We all know you’re head over heels.”

“Guys, can we please just focus on the game?” you said, though you couldn’t help but smile.

As the match progressed, every time Jude touched the ball, your heart seemed to leap into your throat. You could hear your friends’ comments in the background, teasing you about how intently you were watching him.

“There he is again, Y/N! Are you taking notes on his every move?” Sarah laughed.

“Come on, give her a break. She’s just a supportive friend,” Mark added, though his tone was dripping with sarcasm.

You tried to ignore them, but the truth was, they weren’t entirely wrong. You were more invested in Jude’s performance than anything else. When he made a particularly brilliant pass, you couldn’t help but cheer louder than anyone else.

“Wow, you’ve got it bad,” Sarah remarked, shaking her head in amusement.

The game was intense, with both teams playing aggressively. Jude was in top form, making crucial plays and demonstrating why he was such an asset to the team. As the game neared its end, with the score tied, the tension in the pub was palpable.

Just then, your phone buzzed with a message from Jude.

Jude: Gaffer gave us 5 minutes, couldn't wait any longer to not text you.

You: What are you doing?! You're supposed to be on the pitch.

Jude: I think this is going to penalties, I feel it.

You quickly typed back, trying to infuse your message with as much confidence as you could muster.

You: Don’t worry, you’ve got this. I believe in you.

There was a brief pause before his next message came through.

Jude: Listen, how about this: if we win, I’ll take you out on a date.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you stared at the screen, rereading his words. A date. With Jude. Your heart was racing now for an entirely different reason.

You: Deal.

The penalties were agonizing to watch. Each kick, each save, each miss, had the entire pub reacting in unison—groans of despair, cheers of relief, gasps of anticipation. You were barely breathing, your eyes fixed on the screen as if willing the ball into the net with sheer force of will.

Jude stepped up to take his shot. The pub fell silent. You could almost hear your own heartbeat. He took a deep breath, ran up, and kicked. The ball sailed past the goalkeeper and into the net. The pub erupted in cheers, and you jumped up, your shout of triumph mingling with everyone else’s.

The penalties continued, and finally, it came down to Trent. The pressure was immense. If he scored, England would win.

The pub fell silent again as Trent prepared for his shot. You could feel the tension in the air, your heart pounding louder than ever. He took his position, focused, ran up, and kicked. The ball flew towards the goal, past the goalkeeper, and hit the back of the net.

The pub exploded in cheers. People were hugging, high-fiving, and celebrating. You couldn’t believe it. They had done it.

Your phone buzzed again.

Jude: We did it! Can’t believe it. Guess I owe you that date ;)

You couldn’t stop smiling, your heart soaring with pride and excitement.

You: You were amazing! We're so proud!! I can't wait x

Jude: Trust me, I’m looking forward to it. See you soon, Y/N.

You spent the rest of the night celebrating with your friends, the victory and Jude’s promise keeping your spirits high. Amidst all the revelry, one thing was clear: your relationship with Jude was about to take a new and thrilling turn.

The next few days were a whirlwind of emotions and excitement. Jude’s team had just secured a 2-1 victory against the Netherlands. The pub you were in was filled with joyous celebration and raucous cheers. You knew Jude would be over the moon, and you couldn’t wait to hear from him.

Soon enough, your phone rang with an incoming call from Jude. You stepped outside, away from the pub’s noise, to answer.

“Hey, Jude!” you answered, your voice bright with excitement. “Congrats on the win!”

“Y/N!” Jude’s voice was noticeably slurred, and you could hear the background noise of a lively celebration. “I can’t believe we did it! We actually won!”

“I know, it was amazing!” you said, smiling. “You were incredible out there.”

“Thanks!” Jude’s words were slightly jumbled. “I’m just so… so buzzed right now! Remember when we were kids and we’d dream about moments like this? It’s really happening!”

“I know, it’s like a dream come true,” you said warmly.

“And you were always… so pretty, you know? I never really understood why you’d hang out with me,” he continued, his voice full of affection. “Everyone loved you, and I was just this goofy football guy.”

You felt a blush rising. “Jude, it didn’t matter. We had so much fun together.”

“Really?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. “I always thought… thought you were too good for me. I was just this guy with a big dream, and you were this amazing person who could have been anywhere.”

“Well, I was where I wanted to be,” you said softly. “With you.”

Jude’s voice grew more tender. “I’ve always admired you, Y/N. Even back then, I was captivated by you. The way you carried yourself, the way you looked—it was like you had this light that drew me in. I was always amazed by how stunning you were, both inside and out.”

You could hear Bukayo’s voice faintly in the background. “Jude, mate, turn the phone off. You're pissed-"

Jude chuckled, though his tone remained affectionate. “I can’t help it, Bukayo! Y/N, you have no idea how incredible you are. I mean, just thinking about you—how beautiful you looked back then and how stunning you still are—drives me crazy.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Jude, you’re making me blush.”

“I’m just speaking the truth,” he said earnestly. “You’ve always been this amazing person, and I’ve been lucky to have you as a friend and now… maybe something more.”

You felt a warm flutter in your chest. “I’m really glad we’re sharing these moments together. It means a lot to me.”

Jude’s voice grew more serious, though still a bit tipsy. “If we keep winning, I want to make sure we celebrate together. I can’t imagine doing it without you.”

“I’d love that,” you said, smiling. “For now, enjoy the celebration. You’ve earned it.”

Jude’s laughter was warm and content. “Alright, I’ll let you go. But I’ll call you again soon, okay?”

“Sure thing. Enjoy the rest of your night, Jude,” you said.

As you ended the call, you couldn’t help but smile. Jude’s heartfelt, tipsy confessions and the sound of his celebration had deepened your connection, making you realize just how much you both meant to each other. The future felt full of promise, and you were excited to see where this new chapter would lead.

When England lost 2-1 to Spain, the crushing disappointment was felt by everyone, especially Jude. As he and the team made their way back, he couldn't shake the feeling of defeat.

You, back home, had been anxiously awaiting any word from him. After a few hours, you decided to check in, hoping he was doing okay.

You: Hey Jude, are you alright? Just wanted to check in.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzed with a message from Jude. The text was brief, but the words were heavy with the weight of the loss.

Jude: Not great, honestly. It's been a rough night.

You felt a pang of sadness reading his message.

You could picture him, lost in thought, longing for comfort.

You: I'm so sorry, Jude. I wish I could be there with you too. You wanna hang out tomorrow? Watch a crappy horror movie and crash on my sofa?

The reply came back quickly.

Jude: Sure. I could use a little cheer up. I'd better go, journalists want a chat before we board.

You stared at the phone, hoping your words brought him some measure of comfort. You knew how much this loss meant to him, and how hard he had worked for this moment. The idea of him being alone in his thoughts broke your heart a little more.

You wanted to do something special for him, something that would show him just how much you cared. An idea started to form in your mind, and you sprang into action.

First, you pulled out his favorite hoodie from the closet. It was slightly oversized on you, but it felt like a warm hug. You wore it while you tidied up the apartment, making sure everything was perfect for when he got home.

Then, you went into the kitchen to start cooking his favorite meal. The process was therapeutic, each stir of the pot a way to channel your nervous energy. As the aromas filled the room, you felt a little more at peace, knowing that you were doing something to help him, even from afar.

As the hours ticked by, you kept checking your phone, hoping for any update on his flight. Finally, a message popped up.

Jude: Just landed. See you soon

Your heart skipped a beat. You quickly finished setting the table, dimming the lights to create a cozy atmosphere. You lit a few candles, their soft glow adding a touch of warmth to the room.

When you heard the key in the lock, you rushed to the door, your heart pounding with anticipation. As the door opened, there he was, looking exhausted but so incredibly relieved to see you.

Without a word, he dropped his bags and pulled you into a tight embrace. You held him close, feeling the tension slowly drain from his body as he buried his face in your neck.

"I missed you so much," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

"I missed you too, Jude," you replied softly, running your fingers through his hair. "I'm so glad you're home."

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with gratitude. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you."

You smiled, cupping his face in your hands. "Come on, I made your favorite dinner. Let's sit down and talk about everything."

Later on, after you had let him get everything off his chest, you decided to watch a movie, something that would probably become background noise. As the movie played, you and Jude sat side by side on the couch, the tension between you that seemed to dance in time with the flickering images. You could feel the heat of his body next to yours, and every time your arms or legs brushed, a jolt of electricity shot through you.

You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye.

He was staring at the screen, but you could tell his mind was elsewhere. The furrow in his brow, the way his jaw tightened, the constant fidgeting-he was still wrestling with the aftermath of the game.

You wished there was something you could do to ease his mind.

As if sensing your thoughts, he turned to you, his eyes softening. "I'm sorry I've been a grumpy sod."

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your chest. "No, don't be. I'm your friend!" You smirk a little as you made eye contact with him for the first time that night. "I'm just glad you're here."

The movie continued, but the air between you grew thicker with unspoken words and emotions.

"Listen. About what I said-"

"We don't have too-"

"No we should! Because, i know I've been swept up with all of the euro's but- I meant what i said. I like you."

"I like you too."

You could feel his gaze lingering on you more frequently, and each time you met his eyes, it was like a silent conversation passed between you.

"Do you remember the last time we watched a movie together?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

You chuckled softly. "Yeah, you fell asleep halfway through."

He grinned, the first genuine smile you'd seen from him all night. "I was exhausted. You have a way of making me feel very relaxed. Always have done."

"It's a very good thing," he replied, his voice low.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at the intensity in his eyes. The movie, now a distant background noise, was all but forgotten. The distance between you seemed to shrink with each passing second.

"Jude..." you began, but the words caught in your throat. "I-." His eyes looked up and down at your lips as you settled into his embrace. He looks for any uncertainty before he continues.

"You make me feel seen. Like I can't hide anything from you. It's scary really-"

"Is that so-" you smile, your eyes casting over his lips.

"Mhmm. You make me such a good person-"

"Jude, just kiss me already." You laugh. He smiles instinctively,

He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. "Can I...?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, unable to form a coherent response.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. The world seemed to hold its breath as your lips finally met in a soft, tentative kiss.

It was like a spark igniting a fire, the kiss quickly deepening with a hunger that had been building all night. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss grew more intense.

You responded in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pressed against him, the kiss growing more intense. His lips were insistent, exploring yours with a desperate need. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, mirroring your own racing pulse.

Jude's hands roamed, tracing the curve of your back, sending shivers down your spine. Your skin felt electrified wherever he touched, each caress igniting a new wave of desire. You gasped as his lips left yours, trailing hot kisses down your neck, nibbling and sucking gently at the sensitive skin.

"Jude," you moaned softly, your fingers tightening in his hair. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your throat as he continued his exploration, his hands slipping under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back.

Your breath hitched when his lips found the hollow of your collarbone, his tongue flicking out to taste your skin. You arched into him, your body responding instinctively to his touch. The heat between you was almost unbearable, a consuming fire that threatened to engulf you both.

When you finally broke apart, gasping for breath, you looked into his eyes and couldn't help but smile. "Do you know how long l've wanted to do that?" you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of relief and desire.

Jude chuckled, resting his forehead against yours.

"Probably as long as I have," he replied, his breath warm against your lips.

You both knew this was just the beginning, but for now, the world outside could wait. All that mattered was the two of you, tangled in each other's arms, finally giving in to the desire that had been simmering between you for so long.

[icedemi]

ᡣ𐭩 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐗 !

FEATURING: dazai !

SYNOPSIS: dazai almost forgot his birthday?! might as well give him a night to remember forever . . .

CONTENT WARNING(S): NSFW content , MDNI , DOM! READER , SUB! DAZAI!! overstimulation , orgasm denial , kinky sex , gender neutral reader. NOT proofread..

ᡣ𐭩

" 'samu, guess what day ittttt issss! " you cheered, eagerly awaiting his response with your hands hidden behind your back.

— " i dunno, garbage day? shit! don't tell me we forgot to take out the bin again.. " he sighed as he retrieved his phone from his coat pocket.

" ill call atsushi, im sure he wouldn't mind emptying it for us " —

" ah.. not quite.. c'mon silly, take a look at the calendar! "

he turned his head to look at the calendar and noticed the 19th marked with "BIRTHDAY" in pink pen, underlined twice with a bunch of hearts around it.

— " ah so today we celebrate the unfortunate day i was involuntarily brought into this dreadful world..." he joked, his eyes lingering on the calendar before turning his gaze to you with his beautiful brown eyes... how could he look so good talking about depressing shit?? —

" oh, stop sulking and open your gift! " you huff, shoving the wrapped present in his face with a pout.

— he chuckled as he opened his gift, a smile spreading across his face. "awh darling, you shouldn't have..."

as he opened the gift his eyes widened at what he saw inside, he picked it up to reveal a vibrator.. —

" surpriseeee! I was thinking we could pass the time before your surprise party at the agency tonight. " you giggled, hugging his waist while teasingly rubbing your knee over his bulge.

— " my mmfph– s.. surprise party huh..? god 'donna you're so bad at keeping secrets... " —

ᡣ𐭩 —————————————

you two had been at it for hours now, dazai is a complete whimpering, whiny teary-eyed mess! god how cute and pathetic he looks

he's practically shooting blanks at this point, however you don't plan on stopping one bit! infact you even brought in a blindfold and a ball-gag just for him! how sweet of you!!

ever so sweetly dragging the vibrator over his flushed pink tip, occasionally pumping his dick just to watch his gasp and beg for more, desperately thrusting into your hand for release..

... just for you to remove your hand and vibrator

— " fuck! mngh-ph.. 'd-..ah!..donna.. c-cmon don't be so mean... " —

... " y'know, naughty boys who aren't grateful, don't deserve to cum... it's a privilege, not a right.. understand me 'samu? you won't be cumming until i allow you to.. "

he desperately whined, nodding his head ever so slowly before shooting it back as you grab ahold of his cock.

— a-augh!~ nmph~ !

" yeah... you’re a dirty slut, aren’t you? but you’re my dirty slut, isn't that right 'samu..? "

... " im gonna have so much fun breaking you tonight! "

ᡣ𐭩 —————————————

AUTHORS NOTES

— yea ur getting edged !! totally not me just running out of ideas 💔

.. sigh, tysm for voting on this !! it was rlly fun to write and i hope you enjoy it 😓😓

stockholm syndrome w fyodor is coming out tomorrow or friday, just a teeny warning it contains like medical / drug kinks??? idfk he drugs you and youre supposed to like it 😭😭

also should i start writing for other fandoms like hsr?? idk about genshin since i haven't been active since fontaines release 😓. 100% inlove w lyney though.. and fremi omg he's so cute

THANK U FOR READING ILYSM

© icedemi please don't steal, re-upload or translate my work ill cry and sob my eyes out!! reblogs r appreciated and ill literally let you makeout w me /pos

[maeumi-jng]

hiii!! i love ur writing it’s absolutely adorable 🥹🫶 i was wondering if you could write something about riki & reader and maybe the reader is just a little older than him like a few months to a year? and they are very adamant on giving him his space especially since he has dealt with… so much from older fans. but riki rlly likes the reader and he’s frustrated because he doesn’t want her to think of him like a kid maybe 🤔 but reader likes him back she is just scared bc she feels like what if she makes him uncomfortable? but then it has a happy ending because they talk it out & jungwon helps them 😭🫶 totally understand if u don’t want to take this request! even if u don’t, it’s alright i love ur writing sm

kiss her you fool

pairing: idol!riki nishimura x idol!fem!reader, childhood bsf!yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: riki likes you. you like him. if the maths is right, you should be together. but riki left one variable unaccounted for. or in which riki must get to the bottom of why you are withholding your feelings for him if it's the last thing he does

warnings: reader is a year older, ANGST, mention of c-19, DISGUSTING OLD CREEPY FANS, mentions of sexual harassment, insecurity, problems of young debuting and discrimination, and crying, jealousy, swearing, appearance of riize's anton, riki being an absolute menace but a communication king 😤, romantic confessions, cringe but fluffy, proof-read before dinner soooo ☺️

word count: 2k+ library: enhypen bookshelf

author’s note: it's my first request 😭 i got youuuuuuu. i didn't mean for this to get so um well sappy and sad, got a bit carried away with the 'older fans' thing, but thank you so much for requesting! i hope this is up to par ♡︎ // song rec is titular but not really incorporated

You had made a mistake.

A very big mistake.

Liking Riki Nishimura.

How exactly that happened... well almost four years ago now, in 2020.

The practical shut down of all things physical in the industry. No concerts, no fan meetings, no live performances, restricted filming... the entire world had gone quiet.

Yet, as humans had done since the dawn of time, there was adaptation. Online concerts that were pre-recorded and emphasised stage performances, masked filming with very few staff, well.. masked everything...

And in the midst of all of this, was I-LAND. The survival show that would form a new boy group. The same show that your childhood best friend, Yang Jungwon, was participating in. As his friend, former label mate, and a representative of BigHit, you were very enthusiastic, promoting the show when you could on your lives and consistently voting for him, producing the theme song, even coming on the last episode with your seniors.

Jungwon did it. He got first place. With almost 1.5 million votes. To withhold all your tears that day was a heavy task. You didn't want anyone to think that the votes had been manipulated due to your influence so you had kept a bit quiet about your relation to Jungwon. But you were just so proud.

People eventually found out soon though. Months before ENHYPEN was to debut with the claims that it just made sense that you two were childhood friends.

Along with him came six other people that you would soon make lifelong friends with, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki. You debuted quite early and despite being the youngest leader ever to debut and the maknae, friends were hard to come by (surprise surprise). So you welcomed these with open arms. Any friend of Jungwon was going to be a friend of yours.

You cherished all the members in their own ways but you couldn't lie and say Riki wasn't special to you. He reminded you of yourself. So young yet so passionate. Furthermore, he was Japanese. Living in a foreign country by yourself at such at such as young age... it had to be tough.

So in a way, you took him in. By that you meant your mother had basically accepted him as her son and you took care of him as if you were his older sister. You helped him with his Korean, your mother invested into learning Japanese cuisine so he didn't feel too homesick, always sending you with tiffins of food to the company or to the dorm, you stayed by him during the tough times... you made sure that he never felt alone, even for a second. You promised him.

The thing about debuting so young was that it often attracted the wrong type of people. You had gone through it and were still going through it despite turning twenty soon. Older fans... they seemed to love you. Especially, older men. From shouting your name loudly and asking for cute poses at fan signs to genuinely asking to marry you and specifically positioning their cameras at a certain angle to capture under your skirt... It was beyond you.

And Riki was going through the same thing, primarily with older women. Asking to marry him, seeing him shirtless, inappropriate fan fiction... the list of crazy was endless.

But your group and especially ENHYPEN wasn't having any of it. You all tried to the best of your ability to protect Riki but it just never seemed to stop. There were just so many weird people out there. It was infuriating.

You stuck to your promise. You made sure Riki felt safe and you could tell it was working. He was always honest with you, at his most vulnerable. He could share anything with you and he'd feel comfortable. You were the one person closest to him, there was no doubt about it.

But then you had to fuck it up. You got feelings.

You didn't realise it at first. But by the end of last year, you were sure. The long hugs, the stares that lasted a second more than they should've, Riki's abrupt clinginess... all of the mundane things were suddenly making you flustered and open the opportunity to having arrhythmia with all your fluctuating heartbeats.

You weren't sure what to do. It terrified you. How were you any different from the older fans? Well, of course there was a difference. But that year difference between the both of you... it was imposing.

So you did the only thing that made any sense to you. You gave him space.

You thought the space you were giving wasn't too obvious. You just wanted Riki to feel lighter and free.

But he noticed.

Immediately.

Riki noticed your wide smiles were now brief, the fewer texts you shared, the pathetic excuses you made to not hang out as much, the way you never sat with him to eat your mom's food... that the space you gave him was also physical given that you no longer sat right next to him but opted to sit diagonal to him (that way you weren't invading him too much).

Riki wasn't the type to beat around the bush. He directly confronted you. A trait that came naturally to him but was only furthered by the ever so direct Jungwon.

When you told him that you just wanted to give him a bit of space, given that he was older now and the whole plight of dealing with his 'fans'... Riki was in turmoil.

On one hand, an ever small part of him was touched that you cared so much. Not that was a surprise. You had the biggest heart he had ever seen.

But for the most part, he was frustrated. See, the thing was... he liked you too. A lot. Maybe too much for a normal human. It wasn't that you took care of him like a sister (if anything that combination would've made him throw up), but it was just you.

You entirely made him like you. Before he debuted, Riki was a big fan of you. He admired your work and passion, especially for as someone as young as you. Not to mention, he's pretty sure that you're the prettiest person in the entire universe. Never did he think he'd actually meet you. But then you visited I-LAND, twice. Once for the theme song and second for the last episode. And Riki was in awe of you. He couldn't believe it!

But that was nothing in comparison to finding out that he was debuting with ENHYPEN, a group that so happened to have Jungwon, your childhood best friend, and would often meet you to have their songs produced and composed.

And then you took him in.

He remembered it like it was yesterday. Heck, he could never forget it even if he tried.

You found Riki head down, crying alone in the dance practice room and you were immediately by his side. He was having an internal crisis.

It had been a few months since he had debuted and everything was going so well. ENHYPEN was popular. But his Korean was barely up to par, he couldn't keep up with everything that was going on, it was fuzzy in his head, people were commenting on his ethnicity and his looks in ways that discriminated him, he missed authentic Japanese food, he missed his annoying sisters, he missed his dad, his mom... he missed home. God, in that moment, he just wanted to go home.

You sat next to him, listening to all his worries quietly. By the time he was finished, he looked up at you with puffy red eyes that made your heart ache and apologised for burdening you with his problems.

He actually apologised.

For a moment, you were speechless.

So being an experienced person (well a year by age and a few more by career), you did what anyone else would do. Well, you hoped.

You wiped the remaining tears off of his face with your thumb and held his hands with yours. You looked him directly in the eye and told him, "You having nothing to be sorry about, Riki-ah. This... this is all normal to feel. To some extent, I know how you feel. I promise you that you'll get through this. I'll be by your side the entire time, hmm? I'm won't leave you alone. I promise."

With that, you brought him into a hug that he reciprocated. And this was the very moment Riki began to have feelings for you. After all of that and with everything you had done for him, how could he not like you?

Riki's frustration was beginning to peak. Ever since you told him you were giving him space, he had decided to the complete opposite. He was going to be up in your business 24 fucking 7 (if he could).

If you were going to sit away him, Riki would make his hyungs move so he could sit right next to you.

You were too far from him? He'd drag your chair close to him.

Your poor text response rate? Unannounced, Riki would walk into the room, rest his head on your lap, and scroll through TikTok, showing you all the videos he found funny.

But he needed to up his game. They say that flirting is a mastery of sort. It takes time, skill, finesse, if you will. Riki, however, is a fast learner.

"Cute hoodie, noona. But you'd look better in mine."

Backstage, you found him waiting outside your dressing room, on his phone. You sighed, shaking your head. "You're a living nightmare, Riki. You know that?"

Riki looked up from his phone, a smirk tugging away at his lips. His eyes grinned at you with their hanging lids. "So you do dream about me? That's nice to know."

When you gave him your most miffed expression, a soft laugh fell from his lips. "You look so cute when you're mad, noona."

The other time you were at HYBE cafeteria. You had finally given into your stomach's needs after slugging away for hours at a song. You spotted a nice yellow iced cupcake... it was calling your name. Just as you went to pick it up, Riki's hand intervened. His fingers brushed against yours, making you immediately retract your fingers. "R-Riki... yah, I was going to get that."

"I know," Riki said, amused by your flustered expression. "I'm going to get it for you."

Then came RIIZE's Anton. An idol who happened to be the same age, also produced music, also spoke English, had the most softest voice known to mankind, devilishly handsome, tall without stupid vitamins... and happened to be shipped heavily with you by everyone and their mother.

Also known as: Riki's worst enemy.

You were both coming out of the studio when Riki had caught the both of you on the way. From how he saw things, he didn't like it one bit. He didn't like the eye-smile Anton had when he looked at you nor did he like the smile you had at the poor joke he had cracked.

Hands shoved in his pockets, Riki stopped in front of you, interrupting your conversation. "Oh, hey, noona."

"Hmm? Oh, hey, Riki. Anton, this is–"

Completely ignoring the Boston-born but moved to New Jersey whatever-the-fuck guy, Riki just smiled at you. "Noona, you look so pretty today. What's the occasion? Me?"

You went home and screamed in your pillow that day (and apologised profusely to Anton (he said it was okay because anyone with a single brain cell could tell you and Riki were close)).

You had had enough.

The next day you had stomped into the dance practice room with Riki and Jungwon following after you because you had met them just as you were entering. Closing the door, you turned to your childhood friend who was placing his bag down.

With one hand pointing to Riki, "Tell him to stop it."

Jungwon raised a brow, looking at you incredulously. "Stop... what exactly?"

"I– stop... stop this," You stressed when Riki shuffled closer to you.

Jungwon looked at you helplessly. He knew how you felt. But he also know how Riki felt. In fact, he was the one who suggested him to be more obvious with his feelings... resulting in this. Clearly, Riki had misunderstood being obvious with being a bit more invasive. Probably, Jungwon's fault... What you two needed to do was communication.

Just as Jungwon opened his mouth again, he watched you push Riki so he stood a metre away from you. "Stay over there."

So much for communication.

Riki pursed his lips, pretending to ponder your suggestion. He took a step closer to you. "But I want to be next to you."

Your eye twitched in frustration. "Riki!" You cried out, balling your fists around the invisible air with annoyance. "Can't you just stop? I told you... you need space. With everything that's being going on for three years... I'm worried about you."

All the humour that was sported by Riki had disappeared in the matter of seconds. He chewed down on his lip, eyes darting around the room, registering what you had just said. He sucked in a sharp breath. "I'm not a kid, noona. Not anymore. I'm older. I have thoughts. and... I have feelings too."

You blinked, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I know but... I just... I just wanted you to gave some space. Some time to think for yourself as a person. It's important for you."

Riki's tongue poked the inside of his cheek. His eyes fell to you, meeting your tired gaze directly. "You said you'd never leave me alone."

Your eyes suddenly softened at his words while your heart ached. "Riki-ah, I'm not–"

"You promised, noona," Riki whispered, a flash of hurt crossing him. He took a step closer while you took another back. "You're afraid of something."

You furrowed your brows. "W-What? I'm not afraid–" You started to defend yourself but Riki cut you off again, not heeding to the warnings Jungwon was calling out.

"No, you are. What are you so afraid of, noona? Tell me... we can fix together. This time I'll help you," Riki persuaded, still inching towards you.

"Riki," You breathed out. God, you were a mess. All you emotions were everywhere. You didn't know what to think... what to say. "Why are you making this so difficult?"

Riki's hands stretched out, encasing yours with his. "I'm not making anything difficult. I think you're just in denial. In denial that I really like you. In denial that you like me just as much."

Your heart skipped a beat at the sudden confrontation. The guard you had built for the past few weeks had come flying down after taking every hit from Riki. "I... I don't wont you to feel uncomfortable," You confessed, "I don't won't you to feel pressured because I'm older than you... because of everything we've done together."

"Noona, I–" Riki's shoulders fell at your admission. God, the fact you were even thinking of that was entirely disheartening. "I don't feel pressured at all. You could never make me feel uncomfortable. I– you're the only person in the universe who actually makes me feel comfortable. No offence, hyung."

Jungwon raised his hands, gesturing his acceptance and dismissal at the same time.

Riki kept his eyes on you, hands tightening around yours. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me but that's not the only reason I like you. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You might not know it but you welcome everyone with open arms, the most beautiful woman I know, but don't tell my mom that, you're so smart, hardworking, caring... you make me want to be a better person. You make me happy, noona."

You blinked rapidly. Were you dreaming right now? Was this a prank of some sort? You removed your hands from Riki's, using the tips of your fingers to pinch your skin of your wrist. A small yelp slipped past your mouth.

Riki jumped slightly, startled. His hands immediately returned to yours, gently rubbing the affected area. "Noona," He chuckled, "This is real. All of it's real. My feelings for you are real."

"Just making sure," You laughed softly before sighing. A wave of heat washed over you and your mouth felt dry. What were you to say now? How do you respond to something so silly yet so valid?

"You can just say you like me, noona," Riki said, eyes beaming down at you in amusement.

Of course you had said that out loud.

You sucked in a sharp breath, slowly exhaling. "I... I like you, Riki," You mumbled.

Riki narrowed his eyes. "I can't hear you," He teased, grinning from ear to ear.

"Nope, nope." You retracted your hands. "I take it back. I'm taking it back... right now."

Riki laughed, reaching out for your hand, only to pull you into a hug. He lifted you gently, spinning you around with pure happiness rushing into his brain.

"Riki," You cried out, "I'm going to feel sick," You said, even though a full blown smile was on your face.

"It's okay," He retorted back, slowly coming to a stop and putting you back on the floor. "If you do..." His hand darted out to push back your hair behind your ear. "I'll take care of you. I promise."

After a brief minute, Riki turned to the empty area where Jungwon once stood. "Where did hyung go?"

"I think he left after you said I was beautiful," You cooed.

A flush of red tinted Riki's ears and cheeks. He folded his arms, getting defensive. "I... Well... it's true!"

© maeumi-jng | do not copy, post (repost is fine!) or translate anywhere else! thank you ♡︎ requests here!

[odxrilove]

☆ TXT AND THINGS THEY DO WHEN THEIR PARTNER IS A FIRST GRADE TEACHER

pairing: txt x f!reader

genre: hcs/scenarios, fluff, established relationship

a/n: requested by anon! song rec - fairy by dvwm.. thank u coco @enluv for helping me out and being my partner in crime ily ^^

back to masterlist!

☆ YEONJUN

gives you stickers he gets as freebies in his packages. Yeonjun is a sucker for a good pair of jeans, a heavy leather jacket and some silver accessories to top it off. The thing is, being fresh out of university and moving out of the dorms into a small studio is quite a problem when you’re a clothes fanatic such as yeonjun. So, to earn some money beside his job and keep his closet in order, he opens an account on some popular secondhand online shops. Yeonjun likes showing off his new finds to you, excitedly telling you about the deal he managed to get, how happy he is to finally get his hands on said item and upon seeing your soft smile, kissing you on the temple and whispering how he’ll make sure you two match. Sometimes, the package includes freebies, mainly stickers, which he immediately sets aside for you– you and your students would love this, he thinks. Yeonjun sells clothes too though, and you find it particularly endearing how he refuses to reuse any of the stickers as freebies, because they are yours, like he always claims.

☆ SOOBIN

buys the food for the classroom's pet. Soobin used to work at a pet store in his first year of university to be able to afford his own car. The pet store was also the place where you both bumped into each other for the first time, and where you ended up sharing your first kiss after you decided to swing by to check in on him. So in short, the pet store in between the old dinner and newly-renovated 7-11 meant a lot to the both of you. Years had passed and now you both only stepped foot in the store a few times a year, just enough to not forget the workers’ faces and see the new animals come in. The next time your boyfriend visited the pet store was exactly a few days after your principal allowed your class to get a classroom pet– a cute hamster whose name was Snickers, voted by your students. The owner of the store welcomed Soobin with a wide grin and a pat on the back, even offering him a discount on the hamster food you had begged him to get since you’d forget (he acted like you owed him but in reality, it was on his way to work and he could never resist your pretty pout). It would become part of your routine, your boyfriend buying Snickers’ food when needed and you accompanying him on the weekends, staring at the cute animals with joy while the store owner and his old boss teased him about the heart eyes he’d send you. Ah, young love, he’d say, laugh resonating through the store.

☆ BEOMGYU

sharpens the classroom's pencils for you every friday. Beomgyu’s week is usually always booked– when he isn’t studying or working, he’s playing the guitar and meeting up with friends and family. That doesn’t mean though that you aren’t spending any time together, but more often than not your dates or “quality time” moments are are the end of the week (he once claimed he likes it because he enjoys ending his week on a good note– tsk, what a romantic). He hasn’t outright told you that he likes the comforting silence when you’re both sitting in the living room, cozying up together and doing your own things, but the way he shyly nods when you pat the space next to you on the couch every time is proof. Sometimes Beomgyu just needs life to be a bit more peaceful, and sharpening all your classroom’s pencils while you grade your students’ papers next to him is exactly fulfilling that need. Once in awhile too, if he’s free, he will walk into your empty classroom with a grin as you do your “typical end-of-the-day teacher things”, ready to pick up every single pencil off the floor and from under the desks, just so you don’t have to collect them and you can go home, together.

☆ TAEHYUN

helps you paint your monthly and seasonal banners for your classroom. Taehyun isn’t a very artistic person– younger, he’d more the type to clumsily spread different colors of paint over the canvas, turning the stunning colors in a brown mess– but he fails to help you out if you’re feeling even the slightest bit out of inspiration. Truly, you had been planning and working on these banners for your classroom for months and to say you were getting tired at the unaesthetically pleasing sight in front of you was an understatement. The only banner you were missing was the one for fall but every time you tried to paint out a beautiful scenery with trees and fallen leaves, the dark colors only made you want to bury yourself six feet under. Only one call of your boyfriend’s name was needed for him to come running to your rescue, taking a pause to look at your “art” before stiffing his laughter and settling next to your on the ground. It wasn’t long before Taehyun had filled the banner with mushrooms and squirrels, brushing paint on the fabric carefully. He was proud of his artwork at the end and you could only smile, thanking him with a kiss and a promise to show his work off. When the next Monday came, you couldn’t help but snap a photo at all your students admiring the new banner, scooting closer to it to take a better look and giggling at the baby squirrel.

☆ HUENING KAI

prepares you your favorite drink in colorful thermos mugs. Huening kai wakes up around the time you’re getting ready to leave for work and every time without fail, he’s drag himself out of bed and to the kitchen to make you your favorite drink. While the water boils-- you usually have coffee, sometimes hot chocolate if you’re feeling a little bit silly– your boyfriend would walk over to where standing rummaging through your bag for your daily-use lipbalm and stare. He’d look you up and down and even wink at you if you make eye contact. He would compliment your outfit (“your shoes go well with your pants, they make you look taller”, “I like how you did your hair this morning”, “your eye shadow is cute, did you use the new pallet I bought you?”, etc..) and kiss you good morning before walking off to finish his daily task at the ping of the boiler. Just before you walk out the door, a sleepy voice calls out to you and a thermos mug is soon pushed in your free hand. The mug’s color matches perfectly well with your outfit and you blush at the effort, kissing him goodbye and leaving for work, ready to brag about your favorite drink and new mug to your students– you just know they are going to be thrilled at the flower print.

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[lovehotelreservation]

Amateur Hour

Summary: You, the queen of succubi. Him, the world's strongest.

Surely, a battle in bed would result in nothing else but your victory.

Right?

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: F!Reader/Gojo

IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME COMING + AFTER 87 YUMEJO GOJO DOUJINS HERE WE ARE

THANK U ALL TO THOSE WHO VOTED TO MAKE THIS SPECIFIC PIECE HAPPEN I APPRECIATE U 4EVA

PLS ENJOY MY SAUCE !!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

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Gojo Satoru’s days were numbered.

The most powerful jujutsu sorcerer in the world with unmatched skill, immeasurable strength, and–above all–pestering arrogance that knew no bounds.

He would serve as the perfect meal for you.

No, you had little intention to sink your fangs into his bones for a satisfying crunch.

Rather, you were wholly focused on one singular target:

His seed.

After all, having existed as a succubus for as long as you could remember, the thought of defeating the world’s strongest by merely draining him dry to the very last drop of his cum brought immeasurable mischievous glee to your very being. His reputation certainly preceded him—an irritatingly massive ego propped up high by his ungodly prowess as sorcerer and his dangerously carefree nature.

In parallel to him, you were heralded as the queen of your kind so you simply had to rise to the occasion at some point.

But at long last, you could stop counting down the nights for you to take strike. Spring had swept across Japan and with the blossoming buds of sakura trees, so did years and years of preparation finally take form.

There was no way you could just simply dive into Gojo’s dreams and drag him into your thrall–even as Queen of the Succubi, you knew you had to harness as much power and energy in order to properly take in his mighty seed.

From the moment he had become a target of interest, you became especially more ruthless with the countless amount of men you drained down. From Kabukicho’s crowning host prince to the most slovenly otaku, from repressed priests to homewrecking yoga instructors–there was not a single man whose dreams were safe from your succubus sucking!

No matter if it was a passing drowsy daydream or a vivid nightly fantasy, no matter the position used, no matter which hole you were utilizing, you were hard at work, collecting essences as you rendered each one of your victims into a weary milked out reservoir, all while your tail curled with bliss while the tattoo on your womb glowed brilliantly with vivacious power.

And it was on one particular night where you climbed off of one particular blonde that you knew you were ready to claim your rightful prize.

You licked your lips as you eyed the calm yet weary features of your recent victim as he continued to sleep, his expression furrowed even with the large sticky stain that marred the front of his pajama pants.

Grade 1 sorcerer sperm was like nothing else!

With such a delectable treat waiting in store, you giggled as you slipped into the darkness, preparing for the next evening.

Your last appetizer was delectable surely, but you simply had to refresh your palette so you could fully savor your main course.

The time had come for Gojo to cum!

Meet his match that is!

As the next evening rolled around, you did your best to contain your eagerness while you awaited for Gojo to head to bed, namely once he began to doze off into slumber. Experience from your other test subjects foretold that barging into the world’s strongest’s dreams would alert him of your presence, thereby putting up his defenses at best or unleashing his offenses at worst.

You waited and waited, your ferocious impatience being tempered by years and years of discipline.

And then, you watched as his body started to relax further into his bed while his eyes remained shut.

Though it was for a split second, you sensed what was undoubtedly him finally drifting to slumber, his subconscious revealed as his defenses lowered. Without hesitation, you smirked triumphantly and leapt forward from the darkness, conjuring entry into his dreams.

For as long as you’ve had Gojo in your sights, you always wondered what you would see within the depths of his mind. Some lascivious wet dream of him being surrounded by a fawning harem, a power fantasy of him being crowned king of the world while he gleefully subjugated every soul to his whims, a nightmare of him pitifully lamenting the destruction of his favorite pair of sunglasses–the possibilities were endless.

And yet, what you came to behold still managed to be a surprise.

You found yourself in none other than Tokyo Jujutsu High, namely with what looked to be his office.

For such a pompous man, the space was furnished quite simply, looking more akin to a trendy minimalist teahouse than a typical faculty room. Sleek wooden walls and floors, a lone circular window that peeked out to the rest of the school’s massive campus, a modest bookshelf where a few framed photos of him with his students and other close colleagues rested right on top.

The only spot in the office that looked to be in comparative disarray was none other than your target.

Reclined back in his seat, arms loosely folded over his chest, his feet propped up on his desk, Gojo was fast asleep, seemingly lost in an afternoon nap.

You couldn’t hide your glee, your thighs pressing together in anticipation as you hurried over towards where he sat. Though you were already barely dressed as is–what with a bikini top and a matching pair of panties, a standard attire for all succubi–you still couldn’t wait to fully strip yourself bare to thoroughly enjoy your time with him.

While you would have loved to have him writhe beneath you under the sheer might of your erotic might, savoring every drop of such a magnificent beast of a man was far more important to satiate your hunger. The less meddling from his end, the better.

It was as you scurried past his desk that something caught your eye, giving some pause to your movements.

Strewn upon his desk looked to be old newspaper clippings–given by the faint yellowing across the pages–and a class yearbook. The former consisted of headlines from various articles, the words “MISSING” and “DISAPPEARANCE” looking to be the most common.

As for the latter, you noticed the unmistakable symbol of a heart drawn around one of the student’s portraits. Strange as it was, for the briefest moment you felt compelled to inspect the yearbook further.

However, hearing Gojo yawn in his sleep was all you needed to remind yourself of what was most important at this very moment.

And without a moment left to waste, you immediately sunk down to kneel before his seat, your hands reaching forward to cup him through the front of his pants.

Your tail curled behind you in bliss before swishing about in excitement as you felt your mouth water.

Even without being erect, you could feel the sheer weight of his cock, your heart giddy at the idea of how much of his cum, how much of his essence that you would get to feast upon.

Knowing you needed him to be at his most aroused in order for you to truly savor his essence, you reached for his zipper and tugged it down, revealing the front of his dark blue boxer briefs. As his natural musk wafted by your nose, you shuddered with anticipation as you leaned forward to plant your lips against his cock through the material of his underwear. Feeling him quickly harden beneath your kisses had you feeling as prideful as ever–such a reaction from the world’s strongest only made you see that in the end, he was still a mere man who couldn’t hope to stand against the sweet sensation of your touch.

Your grin widened with each kiss while slick heat pooled between your inner thighs. In your haste, you quickly reached for the waistband of his boxer briefs, tugging at it until his dick finally sprung free.

With your eyes glittering at the swing of his delectably thick and long cock, you were captivated.

And effectively trapped.

It was as your hands reached to grab at the girthy base of his dick, your lips parting as you craved to begin suckling away at his tip for his seed that an unexpected sound had you freeze in place in sheer horror.

“You know, I don’t take too kindly to my sleep being interrupted, Queen Succubus.”

Immediately, your head snapped to the side, having to peek around his cock to look up at the pair of eyes that should have been shut tight.

Yet at the sight of glittering crystal blue, you gasped and instinctively prepared to dash back with the flutter of your wings.

The world’s strongest had other plans in mind, however.

“Where ya going~?”

As quickly as he spoke, he reached right for your shoulders and proceeded to hoist you up onto his lap, his muscled arms proceeding to lock around your body while his bare dick pressed right against the panties you were wearing.

And it was right as you were ensnared in his embrace that as your eyes blinked, you noticed that the lighting of his office had changed from the natural sunlight peeking from outside to a few warm glow light sources all while you felt your power wane considerably.

While your heart raced, you quickly glanced around to regain your bearings.

You were aghast.

This wasn’t his dream.

This was his apartment.

Your eyes widened.

The human world?!

Your body was as tense as could be. Even as the mightiest succubus, your powers couldn’t even begin to reach their full potential outside of your target’s dreams.

As your mind raced to think of a solution to your pressing dilemma, it was at the same time that Gojo proceeded to give your body a squeeze as he kept you locked within his arms, a teasing chuckle fluttering from his lips as he tilted his head to the side with a wink.

“So what do you think? The world’s strongest is the world’s biggest right~?”

Your eyes immediately narrowed as your lips curled with a snarl.

“Oh don’t you dare even begin to start–!”

You mustered every bit of your energy to break free within that instant–while you were out of his dreams, you were the only one amongst the both of you with wings after all.

Yet you couldn’t even muster a wiggle of your wings let alone the full breadth of a flap, what with Gojo’s arms keeping you still and secure within the confines of his embrace, seemingly oblivious at your attempt to escape all the while he began to muse out loud.

“Here I thought I’d finally get a full night’s rest.” A sigh left his lips, which soon puckered out into a pout. “I’ve been busy lately hunting down an old classmate of mine–someone who still owes me a lunch, mind you. It’s been so long since they were in town but they keep avoiding me.”

Your continued glare of incredulousness towards his incessant rambling didn’t deter his words–rather, it just encouraged him further as he grinned.

“Needless to say, I’ve been a little grumpier lately since the one person that I want to see apparently doesn’t want to see me.”

At this, you gave up on trying to escape with the power of your wings and instead tried to sharply pivot your weight in order to knock right against him, your voice venomously hissing out,

“Like I care about what you have to say! How could you have expected me, Gojo Satoru?!”

More amused than alarmed as you continued to attempt at shoving him down, he responded with a hum and a shrug, “Well Madame Succubus, I don’t know if you’re aware, but Japan is undergoing quite the decline in birth rate right now.” His eyes closed as he continued, a dreamy inflection lacing his words. “Usually spring is the time for fun sunny afternoon sex, but being handed stats from Yaga that people are doing it even less?”

As his eyelids shut, an idea quickly came to mind amidst your desperation to do anything to escape.

You were soon greeted by the sight of his crystal blue eyes quickly fluttering open once more as he declared, “Surely something was at hand!”

And it was at his last word that Gojo immediately reached behind to grab at your tail, which was preparing to strike its pointed end down into his thigh.

Relishing in the immediate irritation that struck across your features, he laughed triumphantly, “Not to mention–Nanamin was surprisingly drained of energy when I met up with him this morning. I take it that he had quite the lively dream the night before. I wonder why~”

It was then that you suddenly felt his index finger begin to twirl along your tail, coiling it around ever so slowly.

“On the subject of Nanamin though.”

You were startled to hear the humor in his voice drop right as he gave your tail a firm tug while the glint in his eye and the smirk on his lips only conveyed sheer wickedness.

“At the very least, if you’re targeting me, just be direct. Don’t you dare let other men distract you from your goal…!”

Upon his last word, Gojo proceeded to heave you down onto his bed, maintaining his hold around you while asserting his position right on top of your body.

The pressure was intensifying.

Pressure from the weight of his broad and chiseled physique that continued to anchor you down, pressure from the vice of his muscled arms that kept you caged, pressure from the heavy weight of his hard cock that pressed right against your body, pressure from the ungodly power that was just waiting to do something to you–if by some miracle you managed to knock him out so you could flee and rethink your plan, you were desperate to grab at the chance.

But for now, you just found yourself cast beneath his shadow as he hovered above you, his expression so frustratingly gleeful with pride as he cast his hand upon his chest with his bold declaration of,

“With this, I–Gojo Satoru–will take up the burden of saving Japan’s declining birth rate by besting the naughty succubus who’s been milking its fertility dry!”

You wondered if that sinking feeling you felt was your heart dropping or your body being pinned further down into his mattress by his toned build.

Still, while you knew the odds of somehow escaping were being stacked ever higher and higher against you, your pride would not allow you to falter before him. You were still queen after all!

“Besting how?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes, the expression on your face as defiant as ever. “Exorcising a demon isn’t the same as a curse, you know!”

Gojo’s hands suddenly slammed down onto the mattress by both sides of your head.

You tensed.

He grinned.

“Oh but you see, I have a special technique reserved just for you–” He lifted his hand to instead bring his palm right below your jaw, gently cupping your chin while his crystal blue eyes gleamed ever brilliantly while they stared right into yours.

“–I’m going to get you pregnant.”

His tone was sweet in its inflection yet there was still a firm finality to each syllable uttered.

Before you had time to express your utter shock with so much as a gasp, you were silenced by his lips suddenly crashing down onto yours.

His tongue delved right into mouth, his hand maintained its grip on your jaw, his hips grinded against your own–he touched you with such command, from keeping your lips and your thighs parted for his access.

The fact that you were left in a bit of a daze when he eventually pulled away should have alarmed you immediately–the world’s strongest in both battle and in passion? This was a combination that you could not subject yourself to further.

And yet, as your kiss was broken upon him drawing back, he only smiled from ear to ear towards you.

“This is me being my usual kind self by the way~” It was then that his other hand moved to rest right below your stomach, where your womb tattoo was present. As his fingertips began to trace along the insignia on your skin, he continued, “Why don’t I break you free from this curse?”

His words helped you finally break out of the haze caused by his kiss, your response vicious as you snapped, “What are you blabbering about now? Me? Cursed? I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised that the world’s strongest could also be the world’s stupidest!”

As you raved on and on, Gojo only smiled knowingly in response, even as his fingertips pressed further against your womb tattoo, his fingernails gently running over the edge of the mark as though it were a sticker that was in need of being peeled off.

“Guess that possession really did something to your memory, huh?”

Were it not for your boiling anger spilling forth, you would have noticed that there was a timbre to his voice that sounded rather disappointed, a tinge melancholy even. However, even if you had noticed the odd inflection, it wasn’t as though you were going to have much time to think about it anyway.

“Could you please try to make some sense you bastaRD–!”

What you noticed first was a sudden tearing sound that ripped through the air, soon followed by your entire body feeling the cool air of his room upon being fully exposed.

What you noticed next was the sudden hot heat of his cock slapping right down onto your wet core with a heavy thud.

You inhaled sharply, your gaze trailing down to see him begin to press and rub the blunt tip of his dick up and down the length of your slick folds. Though you shuddered from the sensation, you were torn at what was transpiring.

While you were getting what you plotted so desperately for. However, you were still at Gojo’s mercy so only god knows what was to happen from here.

“Come onnn~” Gojo goaded sweetly, tilting his head cutely from side to side with each word he spoke. “Do you want to be exorcised, or do you wanna get fucked? Exorcised or fucked?”

Prodding at the dripping entrance to your core, he continued on, catching and commanding your attention once more as he pouted.

“Hollow or full? Either way, I can do both…!”

And without sparing another moment, he proceeded to plunge his cock inside of you in one full smooth motion.

Both yours and his head soon threw back in pleasure, taking in the sensation of of being combined together at long last.

Though Gojo proceeded to set the tempo, working his way up to a brisk pace, your initial concerns were beginning to be at ease. While he had the upper hand for up until now–especially being in the human world–you were in your element and there was no way you could be bested by anybody!

He could tease you with his words, torment you with his touch, and threaten you with breeding all he’d like. The moment he unloaded his seed inside of you, victory would go to you—!

“Oi, where’s that attention of yours going, huh~?”

Gojo’s hips suddenly snapped right against yours, his cock pushing into you deeply, all while his fingers sought out your clit. Tight small circles rounded over the sensitive nub in tandem to the sudden vigorous pace of his thrusts.

You didn’t stand a chance.

Never have you squealed so shamelessly upon orgasming. You were here to conquer, not be ravaged!

And yet Gojo was in no mood to consider mercy. While you caught your breath, he went on to flip the both of you around, making it so you were made to straddle his hips. He kept his hands firmly on your waist to keep you still as he proceeded to hammer his cock up into your core from below.

Though you were currently above him physically, never have you felt more like a mere toy than at this very moment as you were directed to ride him at his desired tempo.

Chuckling at the expression of conflict and pleasure so clearly evident on your face, he mused, “Bratty as you are, you’re very beautiful, you know. I bet you captivated all your male classmates while in school~!”

And it was with one more pump of his hips up against yours just before he dragged you down to capture your lips with a kiss, keeping your mouths locked together as he pounded away up until you were left crying out with the surge of another orgasm.

While you slumped down against his chest in a sweaty heap, he only snickered as he scooped you up into his arms, eager to change positions with you once more.

The feast you craved was finally here.

You just didn’t anticipate for your meal to be served in this way.

His hands never once let go of you, always keeping a hold on your body to mold you as he desired with each new position he claimed you through.

At once, you were made to dangle up off the ground while he held you up high, his arms hooked beneath your thighs while his hands were clasped behind your head, your body left immobile as to continue subjecting your sopping core to his ravenous thrusts.

In another instance, this time with the two of you both resting on your knees in bed, Gojo grabbed and kept your arms pinned behind your back with one hand while he groped your breasts with the other, continuing on and on with spearing his cock into you from behind.

As you gasped and whined in delight, he gazed towards you with amusement, grinning cheekily as he brought his lips to your neck. “As I look at you, I think–no, I know a housewife life would suit you better than being such a naughty glutton~”

Giving your breasts another squeeze, he hummed, “What say you, darling? Let me conquer the Queen of the Succubi and you just give me cute kids to hold and tasty breast milk in return. That’s a fair trade, isn’t it?”

“To hell with that…!”

While your head snapped back to glare at him, what you received was yet another kiss from Gojo onto yours, his tongue happily diving right into your mouth. Speaking in-between sloppy kisses, he cheerfully quipped out, “I think a kid or two will help you calm down a bit!” just before rendering you senseless with another climax.

Though you were left to succumb further and further into ecstasy, it was not beyond you what he was doing.

With every orgasm he brought you to, he had yet to cum once.

Now, while Gojo Satoru was quite the outlandish and otherworldly man, he was still a man regardless.

You didn’t have to think further that he craved to spill every drop of his seed inside of you to make good on his promise to breed your womb.

But there was this idea, this feeling, this familiarity that above all else, he just simply and genuinely loved teasing you to your wits’ end most.

And on and on he did as the night went up until he had you bent over on your hands and knees with him hunched right over you from behind, his cock pistoning in and out of you with as little restraint as ever, his thick sturdy hips crashing against your ass with each punishing thrust. His lips falling by your ear once more, he spoke to you tauntingly, huskily,

“I wonder though, my dear succubus~ What will break first–this womb tattoo or you~?”

At that very instance, he then had one hand right on top of the mark upon your womb. While the warmth of his palm against your skin was as blissful of a sensation as ever, there was an alarming heat that was quickly emanating right against the very insignia that marked you as a succubus.

As you glanced down, you were utterly aghast at the sight, catching the faint blue glow of his powers being utilized. “You’re using–?! Cursed energy?!”

“Bingo!” Gojo chimed as he rewarded you by ravaging your core even further, angling his hips to ensure that he would hit the most sensitive spot within your depths. “That womb tattoo won’t be necessary when you’ll soon be committed to laying in bed with your one and only husband~! Lots of love making awaits you in the future, my lewd and lovely former succubus!”

Whether by his words or your physical endurance—either way, you were defeated.

Feeling your arms give way, you shivered joyously as you suddenly found yourself slumped on the bed, your ass still raised up in the air thanks to Gojo keeping one hand on your hip.

“In the meantime though–” He began, his voice still so pristine and cheerful as though he hadn’t spent all night devastating your body. “A man and a succubus–mating and fucking like animals. Don’t you find that just so amusing…?!”

Another smack rang out in the air, this time with his hand right across your ass.

Feeling the slick heat of your core tighten around his cock once again, he laughed deviously as he chanted, thrusting and spanking away, “That’s right–fall for me! Fall! Fall! Fall!”

At long last.

As you felt yourself become undone with pleasure, you were soon treated with smoldering, thick sticky heat as Gojo flooded your core with his seed.

A blessed sensation.

You were complete.

So enthralled with the pleasure of having him cum inside you at long last, you barely noticed another shift in your body right as Gojo drew his hand away from where your womb tattoo was.

Having been subject to his whims all night long, it wasn’t much of a surprise that you finally succumbed to exhaustion, your consciousness fading. Before you fully dozed off however, you felt Gojo kiss your forehead tenderly just before he murmured out,

“Defeating the Queen of the Succubi–I guess this makes me your king, right…?”

It was as he finished his sentence that he said another word.

A name.

One that you haven’t heard in so long but one that you knew deep within your heart was yours, all as you quickly drifted off to slumber.

Formerly teasing now fully tender, Gojo nuzzled your neck as he held you close, sighing with joy,

“From now on, the only man who you’ll spend your nights with, who will star in your sweet and wet dreams, who you’ll live your days out with is me–”

His lips found their way to yours for one more kiss.

“–just like we promised all those years ago.”

With you sleeping soundly in his arms, Gojo slowly dragged his hand along the small of your back in a soothing motion. While doing so, he peered down at your body. Seeing that your wings, your tail, and-most importantly of all—that accursed mark were gone at long last brought much relief to his features as he drew you even closer against his body, bringing his lips to your cheek.

Whenever it came time for you to wake up later, there would surely be a lot to explain.

For now, he was just glad that years of searching had finally been resolved.

All that was left was to make good on sworn promises and to simply never let you go ever again.

How he eagerly awaited that lunch date with you.

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LAIOS IS NEXT YEEEEEEHAW

[lucy90712]

can u pls pls pls write a fluff about reader congratulating pedri for being one of the team captain it would be so cute

A/n: this is short I'm sorry I just couldn't think of what else to write 

"We get to vote for the captains of the team tomorrow and I don't know who to vote for" Pedri said flopping down on the bed beside me

"You just have to vote for whoever you think will be the best for the team like who will encourage everyone on the pitch during a tough match and who will calm things down when things get heated those are the people you want the be captains" I said 

"This is why I always come to you for things like this you always know the best answer to give" he said kissing my cheek 

"This one wasn't too difficult I just thought about what you would be like as the captain as I think you have the qualities to be a great captain" I said completely honestly 

"Thank you amor I don't think I'll be one of the captains though the other guys have a lot more experience than I do" he said 

"I know but one day you'll make a great captain and I'll be your biggest supporter" I said 

~~~~~~~~~~

After the team all voted for their captains I asked Pedri who he voted for which was no surprise then I asked when they find out and he said he didn't know and he hasn't told me since. I thought they would try and get it done before the start of the season but since the first game has already happened I guess not. 

The first home game is coming up this weekend which is the first game I'm going to this year which I'm really excited about. Pedri finally gave me one of his shirts so I have something to wear to the game now all that's missing is just knowing if Pedri is one of the captains. I know there are more experienced players on the team who would probably be voted in over Pedri but I really do think he has the right qualities to be a great captain even if he's young and less experienced now over the next few years he's going to make an excellent captain. 

I finished work early today as my boss let us leave after we finished a big project we've been working on for the last few months so I made it home before Pedri. Most of the time he's home before me and he'll start prepping things for dinner then we'll cook together but today the prep is my job as I'm home first. I actually don't mind prepping things I find it quite therapeutic as I can put music on and just be in my own world. Today I was so in my own world that I didn't hear Pedri's car pull into the driveway nor did I hear him enter the house. He then scared the shit out of me when he put his arms around my waist in fact he's lucky I didn't have a knife in my hand or else things could've gone badly. 

Once I my soul re-entered my body I turned around to face Pedri who was trying not to laugh at how much he'd scared me instead of asking if I was ok. For some reason he was wearing the new home kit so I assumed the team had a photoshoot or something. Then I noticed that he had something on his arm like a yellow and red band which confused me as I don't remember the shirt having that on it. That's when my brain started working properly and realised he had a captains armband and he's actually going to be a captain this year. Seeing that just filled me me excitement and pride, Pedri has been a barca fan since he was a kid so getting to be one of their captains is a huge achievement and that just makes me so proud of him. 

I must've been staring at his arm for a bit too long as Pedri laughing brought me back to reality and I threw my arms around him. He picked me up which allowed me to hug him tighter and I could kiss him all over his face as that's my way of showing him my excitement. The smile on his face told me everything I needed to know about how much this meant to him to even be considered worthy enough of the title. He put me down on the counter and I just admired the sight of him with his captains armband which looks so good on him.

"I can't believe you're a captain now I knew you had the right qualities and your teammates clearly agree" I said 

"It really feels great that the guys think I'm worthy of the armband although I probably won't play with it much it still means a lot" he said 

"Whether you play with the armband or not you are still a captain and you can motivate the team anytime you are on the pitch" I said 

"When did you find out?" I asked 

"Like last week the day we all voted we found out then" he said 

"And you hid it from me" I exclaimed 

"I'm sorry I thought it would be more fun to tell you when I had the armband as you believed in me being worth if this position more than I did" he said 

"I suppose I can forgive you mi capitán" I said 

"I could get used to that nickname" he smirked 

"Good because that's all I'm going to call you now" I smiled 

He leaned in and kissed my lips belfry he moved and let me off the counter so we could actually make dinner. I wanted to celebrate Pedri's captaincy so as we cooked we planned a special date night for his day off training as we like to do that to celebrate big achievements in our life and this is definitely one of them. 

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when i found you, much younger than you are now (flatmate/dad!matty x reader)

ten years of self-titled!! can u believe!! anyway, a little fluffy drabble about the day the album was released, and also about the day it turned ten, as voted for by you guys. enjoy!

2013

when you enter the kitchen, the linoleum floor cold even through your fluffy socks, matty is staring at the fridge. namely, at the thing pinned between two shitty manchester fridge magnets - a futile attempt by you to reduce your shared homesickness when you moved down south.

he's staring at the calendar, which under today's date reads "75 album release day!!!!" in your handwriting, adorned with as many lovehearts and stars and smiley faces as you could fit in the tiny box.

not that either of you were at any risk of forgetting the date, mind, but you thought it would be cute to commemorate it anyway. "you can keep it as a memento in the future," you had said, as you wrestled with the paper and the bumblebee magnet and the laws of physics while putting the calendar up. "when you're living in a malibu beach house in a decade, married to a supermodel, you can look at that calendar and think of the day your first album came out. and maybe also of me, back in london, or manchester, or maybe edinburgh... i don't know where exactly, but most likely on the other side of the world from you and your gorgeous wife. it'll be cute!"

(neither of you thought it was cute whatsoever, though.)

matty turns when he hears your half-shuffling footsteps, face twisting into a sleepy smile that splinters your heart. he opens his arms as you near him, pulling you into a washing powder-scented hug and resting his lips on your hair. "hi, darlin'."

"hi," you murmur into his sweatshirt. "happy album day."

"thanks," you feel matty's cheeks twitch into a smile against your head. "feels quite surreal, honestly. we have an album out. mad."

you caress the space between his shoulder blades. "i can imagine - it's insane for me to even think that my best friend in the world has an album out. m'so proud of you though, babe."

"couldn't have done it without you, sweetheart. oh, that reminds me..."

matty breaks the hug - and, in the process, your heart - to reach for one of the CDs piled haphazardly between the radio and the kettle. he hands you one with an all too familiar cover art, accompanying his "here" with a grin.

"matty, i said i would buy it!" you protest. "i want to be a part of getting you a number one."

"that's cute, babe, but nah," matty folds his arms and smirks. "there wouldn't be an album without you, because there wouldn't be EPs without you and your room at uni. so, the boys and i figured that you were the perfect person to get the first album CD actually made."

your eyes fill with tears at the ridiculously sweet, ridiculously too generous gesture. "wait, really?"

"i mean, it was my idea, of course," matty winks, which earns him a shove on the arm. "but yeah, that's the very first 1975 album disc. open it, darlin', look at the lyric booklet."

sniffling, you do as requested; your sniffles turn to full-blown sobs as you take in the "to our favourite girl. thanks for the love (and the pints) xx" dedication written on the first page, sobs which only increase in volume as you take in the lyrics, handwritten by matty rather than typed.

you gently place the CD and booklet back on the counter, and pull your sweetly-smiling best friend into a teary hug. "thank you, sweetheart. i feel very special."

"you are," matty replies, tenderly stroking the back of your head. "you're the most special, to me."

your heart jolts at that, and you squeeze matty even tighter, pull him even closer to you. but it's not close enough to satisfy you, it never is - nothing short of his skin cells grafting to yours and consuming them would stop your heart and brain and nervous system aching for him.

well, a kiss would probably do it, but that's far less likely to happen.

the painfully tender moment is interrupted by matty's back pocket buzzing, which provides a blissful relief from the thoughts about kissing your best friend that were beginning to awake from their dormancy. alas, the relief is short-lived - matty sighs in your ear, and murmurs "will you get that for me, sweetheart? don't wanna let go of you."

with a hopefully-unnoticeable gulp, you slide your hand down matty's back and into his pocket to pull out his phone. you squint at the caller ID. "s'george."

"should probably speak to him, i s'pose," matty says, planting a final (and devastating) kiss to your head before letting go of you and taking his phone. "are you gonna go and listen to the album while you get ready for the party later?"

you grin sheepishly. "already bought and listened to it on itunes."

"you're incorrigible. but i love you."

"ooh, big word! i love you too," you smile. "and tell george i love him too, and i can't wait to celebrate with you all later."

matty winks. "will do, darlin'."

you wink back and grab your CD, turning on your heel and wandering to your bedroom to begin the arduous process of getting ready for the album release dinner and subsequent party. it goes by quicker than usual, though, soundtracked by the boys, punctuated by congratulatory texts to and from ross and george and a half-hour congratulatory phone call with adam, and powered by the excitement of knowing you can be extra affectionate with matty today and it won't be weird.

it goes by so quickly, in fact, that you're almost completely finished your makeup when matty peers round your slightly-open door. "hey babe, would you mind- oh, wow, you look gorgeous!"

it's almost embarrassing how warm your cheeks get at that simple statement. you swivel to face your flatmate, smiling bashfully. "thanks, sweetheart. i was a bit worried the eye makeup was too much for dinner, but i've committed to it now, i s'pose."

"no, it's perfect," matty says softly, coming into the room and perching on the end of your bed. you're perfect, he wishes he could add - it's cliché, but god, is it true. "i love it."

your cheeks burn, and lift of their own accord. "i'm glad."

matty smiles back just as widely as you. there's a pleasant silence for a moment, reluctantly broken by you before matty forgets his train of thought. "did you want to ask me something, babe?"

"oh, shit, yeah," matty nods. "would you mind - if you have the time, that is - drying my hair for me? can never get it to sit right. but like it's cool if not, i can do it myself, i just like it more when it's you doing it and-"

"matty," you interject, before he talks himself unconscious. "of course i will. just let me do my lipstick first, yeah? then i'm all yours."

all his. christ, what he wouldn't give. "take your time, darlin'. thanks a lot."

"s'no problem," you say, turning back to your dressing table and rifling through a pile of lipsticks. matty smiles as you open a few in turn, furrowing your brow as you wordlessly narrow down your colour options; the smile is wiped clean off his face when you drop your jaw and swipe a dark pink over your lips, forming them into an O as you make sure the lipstick is applied perfectly. fuck. your mouth.

(the lyric from talk! is most definitely about you, but he'll never tell.)

after the most agonising minute of matty's life, you turn around to face him. "ok, i'm finished making myself pretty. your turn, babe."

"you're always pretty," matty says, kissing the top of your head as you stand up to let him sit in the chair; he finger guns towards his reflection as he does. "and so am i."

you roll your eyes. "maybe it's best if the album doesn't go to number one, actually. your head might explode, healy."

"best make sure my hair looks good then, babe."

"when has it not, when i've styled it? it's me you're talking to, not george."

"fair point."

with a wink to him through the mirror, you rake one hand through matty's hair and aim the hairdryer at it with the other. he closes his eyes, sinking back into the plush seat, enjoying the soothing combination of warm air and your gentle touch - your nails lightly scratch his scalp the way you know he loves, and he hums contentedly. fuck the dinner, fuck the party, fuck celebrating the album; matty would be happy just to stay like this forever with you.

you'd be happy with that too, to be honest.

matty slowly opens his eyes as you put down the hairdryer and finish shaping his hair with your hands. you crouch to get the back looking just so, then rest your chin on his shoulder and smile at him through the mirror. "beautiful boy."

tilting his head so it rests on yours, matty beams at you through the mirror. "thanks, sweetheart. we do look quite hot, don't we? we should memorialise it, i think."

"now? we're not even dressed for tonight yet," you say, as matty pulls his phone from his pocket and opens the camera.

"trust me, babe, this is just the first of many pictures i intend to take to document this very important day. and the first of many pictures i intend to take of you, looking all hot and glamorous."

"charmer. alright, take the pic."

"alright, darlin'."

*

2023

when you enter the kitchen, the déja vu of a moment from a decade ago practically smacks you in the face. never mind that it's a different house, with a different kitchen and a different floor (tiled, not lino, but still cold under socked feet).

just as he was exactly ten years ago to the day, albeit with different hair, matty is staring at something pinned between two shitty manchester magnets on the fridge (also different - a smeg you were embarrassingly excited about buying when you and matty moved here). rather than the calendar from before, though, it's the picture the two of you took while you were getting ready to celebrate the album release.

again, matty turns to smile at you as you near him - well, as best he can with a toddler clinging to his leg and a 7 month-old baby in his arms. you can see in his eyes that the déja vu is getting to him as well. that, and the way his smile widens as he says "hi, sweetheart".

"hi. happy ten years of your first album," you grin, moving closer to kiss him quickly. dylan lets go of her dad's leg and raises her arms towards you; when you pick her up and kiss her cheek, she giggles and hides her face in your neck. smiling, you do the same to elena, who beams mostly toothlessly at you in response. "and hello to you too, my babies! were you good for daddy while mummy was at work?"

soft curls tickling your neck tells you that dylan is nodding, an action matty copies enthusiastically. "they were perfect," he says, booping elena on her tiny nose and making her giggle - your favourite sound on the planet. "they take after their mum, of course."

you roll your eyes. "ever the charmer, healy."

"you know it, healy," matty grins, relishing the chance for acknowledgement of your shared last name, the same way he's done at any opportunity since you took it as your own four years ago. "we were just talking about mummy, weren't we, dyl? how in that photo she thought i was going to be married to somebody else by now, but daddy always knew he wouldn't marry anybody but her."

your heart glows with overwhelming love for matty and his words; it quickly begins to burn with embarrassment at your past utter cluelessness, though. "well, i genuinely didn't think you liked me in that way, the way i liked - like - you."

"silly mummy," dylan giggles, playing with the pendant on your necklace that bears her first initial, as well as those of her father and sister.

you tickle her little tummy, and the giggles increase tenfold. "silly mummy indeed!"

your toddler's giggles fade into little hums, and her tiny face turns placidly serious as she looks at the picture of her parents. "but pretty mummy."

"the prettiest," matty agrees, trying his best to extrapolate elena's tiny fist from one of his curls.

"well, maybe in a few hours, once i'm ready for the party," you say, stepping forward to save your husband's hair from his mini-me's grip. it takes you both a minute, considering you're both operating with only one daughter-less limb, but matty's curls escape mostly unscathed from your baby's possessive grasp. elena might be a matty clone, but she really is your daughter, no doubt about it. "which i really should start working on, considering everyone will be here in... three hours. will you all sit with me while i do my makeup?"

"of course we will," matty nods, holding out his free hand for you to take with your own. "lead the way, wifey."

for the second time that day, although you're sure there will be many more instances of it, there's an overwhelming familiarity to the scene in your bedroom. with the exception of dylan sitting on the vanity, copying you and pretending to put her own makeup on with one of your clean blush brushes, and elena doing tummy time on your bed and babbling away happily, the process is much the same as it was exactly a decade ago - enjoyable, quick, interspersed with excitement and texts and calls from your equally-excited friends.

the soundtrack is also different, although it's still matty singing; instead of the songs about, well, drugs and blowjobs that had scored your pampering in the past, he's doing a medley of disney songs, nursery rhymes, and... "babe, is that britney spears?"

mirroring his youngest daughter and lying on his stomach on the bed, matty glances up, eyes gleeful. "yeah! lena loves it. look - oops, i did it again, i played with your heart, got lost in the game, ooh baby baby."

true enough, elena shrieks with laughter and taps her hands against the duvet in accompaniment to her dad's singing. you laugh too, picking dylan up and moving to sit beside the other half of your family. once you're settled, you scoop elena into your arms and sit her against your knees. "you have such good taste, my girl!"

"mmm, so do i," your husband hums, looking at you with barely-concealed attraction in his dark eyes. "you look gorgeous, darling."

over ten years of matty compliments, and they still shoot straight to your knees and turn them wobbly. you lift your burning cheeks in response. "thanks, sweetheart. you're not too bad yourself."

"you think so? because i was going to ask you about fixing my hair again-"

"i honestly don't think it needs it, babe."

"really? well, in that case," matty reaches back to grab his phone from his back pocket, before rolling to a sitting position and tugging dylan into him. "scootch in, then."

dylan watches her dad open the camera app. "photo now?"

"yes, munchkin."

"but my dress!"

"oh, you're your mother's daughter right enough," matty smiles. "we'll take one picture first, dyl, and then you can go and put your dress on in time for your aunties and uncles and cousins arriving, yeah?"

"ok."

"that's the spirit," matty ruffles his toddler's head, before putting his arm around you. "say cheese!"

after his girls oblige, dylan moves round to talk to her baby sister, while matty opens the picture to see how it turned out; you lean in and rest your chin on his shoulder again so that you can look too. "oh, matty, look how cute we all are!"

"definitely fridge-worthy," matty laughs, kissing your temple. he leans back slightly to look at you, bringing a hand up to lightly caress your hair. "i can't believe it's been ten years. for both the album and the two of us. although they always went hand in hand for me, to be honest. constantly thought about you while i wrote it. and i still constantly think about you now."

you press a quick kiss to matty's lips, wiping away your lipstick stain with your thumb - matty tries to kiss it as you do, which earns him a laugh and a "matthew" from you. "i love you, baby."

"i love you too, sweetheart. here's to the next ten years."

[camzverse]

vanessa shelly is sooo sp6. u dont even know. its insane

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“I feel free. It’s been some time since I felt like this without any other clinging emotions. How serene… Is what I would say if I didn’t hear shouting. I should get back inside.”

Tap Home Groovy: The outfit? Oh, Ryoko helped me choose it! I chose an interesting one myself, but Ryoko talked me out of it. I thought it was okay, but I trust her judgment! I’ve been told my fashion sense is odd multiple times before anyway.

Home Transition Groovy: Surprisingly an average level of chaos! I thought it’d spike dramatically since nearly the entirety of RSA is here, but it’s pretty manageable as always!

Glimmering Soirée is an even hosted by @starry-night-rose!!

Og post here!

More silly stuff under cut!!

Yayyy!! Finally done!!!!

Thank u for witnessing the story of how Kiyuu came here to see pretty ppl. Made a few lil stuff:

Kiyuu who, next to helping the Princes, volunteered to oversee the rest of the event as well (Crowley was super happy [with himself]).

Extra knowledge stuff for funsies:

Ryokiyuu had Grim in those baby carriers for the first few minutes of the ball. He ended up escaping though (They let him go because they felt bad and because they dressed him up fancy and trusted him enough and etc.)

Kiyuu would have fangirled over every single person in the party (usually secretly unless she knew the other person was comfortable receiving a flurry of compliments) and ultimately ended up not being able to vote for the Belle of the Ball (LOL).

Very honestly, Kiyuu probably hung around Jack and/or Ryoko (if she wasn’t busy) for the latter half of the ball because she got tired (not of socializing or anything, just in general) and went to one of the few people she felt most comfortable being vulnerable with.

I didn’t mention Azul and Malleus in the lines because like. I just couldn’t fit them in. So their relationships are!!:

Azul and Kiyuu have a strict business relationship because she used to work part time at the Mostro Lounge from Book 3 to Book 5 (Ryoko always double checked Kiyuu’s expenses because she was worried Kiyuu would get scammed). They’re amiable but not really close.

Malmal and Kiyuu are friends!! Kiyuu likes stargazing so they actually meet up quite often out of school. Kiyuu fell in love (aesthetic attraction) at first sight, and they have a normal friendship!

Here’s the one without the groovy:

and scrap:

Yay yay this event was so fun to draw for!! I loveeee ballroom types of events (as an otome isekai lover). And thanks for reading this far!!

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery

prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting

prompts used:

“Can you be my girlfriend?” “I already am.” “Oh lucky me!” 

“You look almost as pretty as this moon.” “That’s a street lamp.” “And you’re almost as pretty.” 

“Oh, I think we haven’t met before.” “We have been in a relationship for five years now.” 

“Let’s get you home.” “Oh, mine or yours?” “Ours.” “Oh, wow!” 

“How many drinks did you have?” “Yes, yes I am.” 

warnings: swearing, drunk ray

AN: yeah that’s a lot of prompts. But u can’t tell me ray wouldn’t be the cutest cinnamon roll when drunk.

I laughed to myself as I headed into the firehouse. Egon had called me and practically demanded I come get ray. The entire first floor was covered in beer cans and streamers. The evidence of whatever party they had thrown lay all over the floor and the ecto. There was a noise from upstairs and I shook my head as I started to climb the stairs.

“come on. Just one more.” Peter was trying to get someone to give him something and I nearly gagged before seeing Peter trying to grab a beer can from egon.

“Peter, I cut you off ten minutes ago. You need to sober up some before I let you have this.” Egon said, holding the can above his head. I let out a surprised laugh as I saw ray climb onto the table to grab the beer can. Both egon and Peter turned to look at me as ray grabbed the can and jumped off the table with a triumphant grin even as he nearly fell to the floor. He started laughing as he cracked it open and started drinking.

“What the fuck did I walk into?” I asked, walking over to ray to help him up. He took my hand and stared at me as he slowly stood up. His eyes were wide and I recognized the look on his face. I blushed when he made an ‘o’ with his mouth.

”oh, uh, I don’t…I think we haven’t met before.” Ray said, eyes scanning my face. I smiled softly at him.

“Ray, sweetheart,” I giggled. “We’ve been in a relationship for five years now.” He started pouting, the look on his face making it clear he didn’t get it.

“Oh.” He said. “Can you be my girlfriend? If…if things don’t work out…” I looked down and squeezed his hand.

“Raymond, I already am.” I said, kissing his cheek to drive my point home. Rays eyes went comically wide, making Peter laugh behind us.

“Oh! Lucky me!” Ray squeaked out. I smiled at him. I shook my head as I turned back towards egon. He shook his head at the two of us as Peter collapsed on the couch with laughter.

“How many drinks did you have?” I asked. Ray gave me a dopey smile.

“Yes,” he said, grin growing. “Yes I am.” I sighed and shook my head at him.

“ray.” I sighed as I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair. Ray moved so he was standing behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. I hummed as he pressed closer to. “Egon?” The man in question raised his eyebrow at me. “How much as this one had to drink?”

“half a case.” I sighed and nodded. “His last beer was an hour ago though. Well before the theft of Peter’s.”

“it’s going to be a long night.” I breathed out as ray tightened his hold on me.

“I think you’re right.” egon agreed. “I’m not sending him home to Dana like this. But you’re more than welcome to take ray home.”

“thanks for the vote of confidence egon.” I laughed. He rolled his eyes at me.

“I just mean that ray is going to be the lovey dovey boyfriend times ten and you’re more than capable of dealing with that.” Egon tried to explain himself. “Peter on the other hand…” he trailed off as we watched Peter try to come on to a pillow. “I do not want to subject Dana to that at all.”

“agreed.” I laughed as I gently pried ray off me. “Night egon. Peter.” I took ray by the hand and started to lead him downstairs.

“Where are we going.?” Ray asked.

“let’s get you home.” I said softly.

“Oh,” ray muttered. He took a second to step through the door before I tightened my grip on him, making sure he wasn’t about to fall over before heading towards our apartment. “Mine or yours?”

“ours.” I chuckled. Rays eyes went wide again.

“oh wow.” He breathed out. “I get a long term girlfriend and an apartment in one night.” He mused, casting his eyes to the sky. I looped my arm through his to better help him walk and squeezed his bicep.

“yeah. Lucky you.” I laughed. Ray smiled up at the sky as we walked. When he nearly walked into a lamp post, I stopped him and cupped his cheeks to make him look at me. “Hey ray sweetheart. You need to watch where you’re going ok? I can guide you but you still need to help alright?” He nodded before looking back up. I chuckled as his dopey grin came back.

“You look almost as pretty as this moon.” He said, looking back at me. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“ray, that’s a street lamp.” I said, running my fingers through his hair. He nodded, humming as he looked back up.

“yeah.” He said, looking at me again. “And you’re almost as pretty.” I shook my head with a smile before guiding him down into a kiss. Ray hummed happily as he kissed me back. “I feel like I keep lucking out tonight.” He breathed out as he leaned his head against mine.

“I keep thinking I’m the lucky one.” I said, gently scratching the back of his neck. Ray chuckled as a shiver when down his body.

“I think I’m sobering up some.” He said.

“well we can’t have that!” I laughed as he offered me his arm. We started walking back to the apartment again.

“yeah we can.” Ray said, leaning into me. “Sober is good.”

“you’re not wrong.” I said, leaning into him. “While I love drunk ray, I absolutely adore sober ray.” He smiled at me as we climbed up the stairs and headed towards our door.

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - A Ted Nivison x Reader

{{-Welcome to Chapter 8! Thanks for everyone that voted in the poll BTW. I don't know when I'll incorporate it into the fic but I do have another question for y'all: how much smut are you ok with being in this LMAO cause uhh...ya girls got some ideas but I don't wanna overfill it, yknow? Pls let me know, thanks, love ya to death ♡-}}

//General Warnings: 18+ Fic, (Minors dni), Reader is implied to be afab and under 5'5

Chapter Warnings: Little bit of conflict, suggestive flirting maybe??? uhhh yeah\\

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Chapter 8: How Do You Feel?

I try to move to the makeup team before Joe can catch up to me, but I feel him grab the back of my shirt to pull me back and turn me around, scowling at me. "When the fuck were you going to tell me?" Joe frowns at me, trying to keep his angry voice down so the others couldn't hear us. "Joe, I was--" I try to speak up, but Joe cuts me off.

"Look, I backed off after I saw the way he looked at you that night we played Jackbox, but you promised me you'd say if anything more happened."

"I know! I was--" I'm cut off again.

"Like, what was that? And what was with the kiss you guys filmed?"

"Okay that was different, that was for the--"

"Oh don't! Inviting him into your room was NOT for the play."

"I didn't invite--"

"Like how long has this been going on?"

"It literally--"

"Why didn't you tell me after the first time?"

"Holy fuck, Joseph! That WAS the first time!"

I have to strengthen the tone of my voice to finally overpower his frustrated ramblings, but I was a tad too loud. Some of the film crew had turned around and looked at us. The scene looked right out of a sitcom. I let out a heavy sigh and grab Joe's arm, leading him over to the stairs to talk to him privately, properly.

"You gotta let me get a fucking word in, Joseph.." I huff at him, speaking a little quieter as we move to the top of the stairs. "I was literally going to tell you before I went and got my makeup done. That's the only night we've spent together."

"So you guys literally just slept together, last night." Joe asks, phrasing it more like a statement.

"Yes. Tanner passed out in his room last night so he came into mine to work on stuff. Then...I don't fucking know, one thing led to another and we slept together."

"So why did he just kiss you like it's been a thing?"

"I don't know! He just--" I pause with an annoyed groan, shaking my head a little. "Probably to fuck with me."

"To fuck with you."

"Yeah, cause I told him I was gonna tell you. He was fucking with me."

"He knew you were gonna tell me?"

"Yeah! And he was fine with it. He just didn't know when or if he wanted the others to know."

"Really???"

"Yes!"

"So..." Joe's frustration quickly turns into amusement, his smile turning upside down like he was trying not to laugh. "So he just did that? Himself?"

"You mean kiss me in front of everybody? Yes. He's a prick.."

"And he didn't tell you he was going to do that?"

"No. It's taking all of me not to grab one of the water bottles and chuck it as his fucking head." I rub my forehead with my hand, trying to calm my frustration with him. It was a ridiculous way to reveal we were seeing each other, even though it was a little cute. "He could've talked to them about it later."

"Ted isn't a talker." Joe admitted with a shrug. "He doen't really...talk or ask, he just does. He didn't even ask if he was invited to my wedding, he just showed me the blue suit he was going to wear and I sent him the invite after."

"Well he was certainly a talker last night.." I mumble to myself, an annoyed sigh leaving me. I definitely intend to talk to Ted about this afterward, especially if we do intend to keep seeing each other like this. I'd be fine with him kissing me like that in front of Dan, Tanner and Joe, but I'd prefer it if the film crew were none the wiser, especially since we have yet to label anything between us.

"...How was he last night?" Joe asked with a mischievous smile on his face, nudging me with his shoulder a little to get a rise out of me. I relax a little, a smile sneaking its way across my lips.

"...Okay, you want me to be for real?" I ask him

"Abso-fucking-lutely! I need the tea." Joe snickered, nudging me a little again. "Come on, I gotta know, and I know you definitely wanna talk about it.."

I playfully roll my eyes at that statement, but he's not wrong. "...Well.." I pause for a moment, a blush appearing along my cheeks as I think back to last night. I recall the moment I realized he was going down on me, hearing him groan against my skin...

"...He knows where it is."

"Where what is?....AHHHH!"

Joe screeches in excitement at my statement and grabs my shoulders to shake me a little, definitely remembering the conversation we were having with Dan and Tanner before. I start laughing, trying to calm Joseph down from his almost animated-like elation. "(Y/N)! Oh my god!" Joe continues to cackle, covering his mouth when I shush him loudly. "Fuckin' get it, girl!"

"Okay, settle down.." I try to calm Joe down, chuckling a little at his excitement.

"Was he good? Is he good?" Joe continues to ask me questions, poking at me as if to prod the answers out of me. His constant interest in how Ted was last night was pretty funny, I gotta admit, and man...he was right, I wanted to talk about it.

"Oh my god, he was good. God, was he good.." I admit with a breathy giggle, getting another little excited screech out of Joe. "He kissed me and it was like...nothing else but this moment mattered, y'know? I fell right into his hands. The way he touched me was so...personal, and the dude treated me like I was his last meal, and afterward? Oh my god, his stamina, his voice, his..." I pause for a moment with a bashful little smile, nudging Joe a little without finishing my sentence. He knew what I was talking about.

"Would you sleep with him again?" Joe asks after a moment with a big smile.

"You kidding me? I hope Tanner falls asleep in his room again.." I admit with a laugh, getting a good cackle out of Joe as well. "100% I'd sleep with him again. God, he's hot."

"You guys are hot together."

"No, but he's super hot. And tall. Oh God, he's tall.." I admit with a heavy blush. "I'm not even a height kind of girl, but he towers over me. I can't look at him anymore without just...thinking."

"Thinking about him?"

"Thinking about what he could do to me.."

Joe and I both laugh together again. It honestly felt so good to talk to someone about all of the crazy thoughts that go through my head. I was hoping Joe would relax fully and allow me to gossip with him more often about this, especially if I sleep with Ted again. I appreciate protective Joe, but I like drama Joe a little better, at least in this case.

"Cmon, I wanna watch the makeup team work on you."

"They're probably wondering where I am."

Joe and I chuckle as we get up from the top of the stairs to head back into the living room. They had built like a mini tent, decorated with lots of bright lights and some partitions around to help make the area its own room, in a way. It wasn't the prettiest makeup room, but it's what we had and it worked. I take a seat down in front of the makeup station, which is the most expensive looking part of the area. We had an entire desk with a big mirror with a bunch of lights around it to really light up my face and all the makeup on the desk was top-notch quality, too. I didn't know Tanner even knew about all these brands.

Joe hung out with me as the makeup team worked on me, sitting somewhat behind me in a chair so we could talk in the mirror. We made sure not to make the conversation about Ted since we were around other people, but Joe would occasionally make subtle references to last night just to mess with me, it almost ruined my makeup at one point. He had made me laugh and I looked down with an embarrassed smile while they were putting eyeliner on me, almost made them put a huge black streak across my face. It just made us laugh more.

They had tried on a bunch of different formal makeup styles on my face, going through the decades of history before moving onto more fantasy looks. At one point, I looked like an elf straight out of Dragon Age, vallaslin and all. Tanner had hired a great team, I was taking a ton of photos and genuinely enjoying myself. A final look wasn't decided on right away so I watched as the removed the last bit of test makeup after an hour or two. Since we'd be filming a bit more today, they gave me a more natural appearance with their makeup before sending me back out.

At this point, the kitchen had been cleared of any extra food and garbage, say for a few donuts still in a single box. Ted isn't anywhere to be seen, but I see Dan and Tanner setting up some cameras over by the kitchen, looking like they were adjusting them. I let out a sigh, wondering what Ted had said to them once Joe and I went to the stairs. I suppose I should probably get their input on this whole thing as well. I was fine talking to Tanner, but I hadn't known Dan for very long at this point. He was a cool guy and all, but it's just...strange.

I approach them, sheepishly holding one of my arms behind my back.

"Hey, is everything almost ready?" I decide to ask them watching as Dan moved in front of the camera while Tanner looked through it. "Yep. Almost. Just...adjusting the focus.." Tanner replied, a little grunt leaving him as he stood up straight to adjust the length of the camera's stand. He wasn't making a particular expression related to what happened earlier. Neither was Dan. Maybe they don't know if I wanted to talk about it. That's understandable.

"Where's, uh...where's Ted?" I ask another question, the air feeling a little awkward at Tanner and Dan's normal demeanor.

"He went back upstairs again." Tanner answered, keeping his eyes on the camera.

"Again? Why?"

"Because he's getting a sweater for the wet scene"

I furrow my brows at Tanner. "The what scene?"

"The wet scene. You don't remember the wet scene?"

I look and feel extremely confused. Tanner keeps repeating 'wet scene' to me like I should know what he's talking about, but I genuinely don't. Christ, it's not like I was drunk last night or anything, why am I so scatterbrained all of a sudden?

"We're taking the pool out and filming the wet scene." He speaks again, moving away from the camera to look at me fully. He doesn't seem phased by the fact that I'm visibly confused.

"OK, uh...Tanner?"

"Yeah?"

"Assume that I have...no fucking idea what you're talking about."

"Okay."

"What's 'the wet scene'?"

"OK, so, yknow how we have the pool out back?"

"No."

"Ok--" Tanner chuckles a little at my confusion. "So there's that big section of the house at the side I tell people to be careful around, because there's actually a pool underneath all that. It's fake grass and everything. We're taking the pool out, getting some stuff in there and bringing Ted out. The wet scene is him pushing you into the pool with your clothes on. Then he gives you the sweater to wear."

I blush a little after Tanner explains how the scene is going to go. It's funny, I actually did remember that this Airbnb came with a pool but when we went outside that one time and I didn't see it, I just assumed whoever had put the place up had lied. It happens. Now I'm learning Ted is going to have to push me into this pool, apparently soaking my current clothes. Wonderful.

"Do I get to push him back at all?" I asked with a smirk, crossing my arms.

"I mean, not for the scene, but we can probably use the pool when we're not filming."

"Is it a big pool?"

"Oh yeah, it's got an attached hot tub too."

"Ha." I grin with a little head nod. "Let's go."

Tanner chuckles a little at me, moving back over to the camera before giving Dan a little thumbs up, letting him move away from the frame.

"You should let her push him first." Dan suggested with a smile. "Even just off camera."

"Why?" Tanner looked up from the camera with a raised brow.

"Because he kissed her in front of us."

Another blush appears along my face, an annoyed sigh leaving me. "I'm sorry about that, by the way." I speak up, my smile turning into a little frown. "I didn't tell him to--"

"Oh, we know." Tanner admits, cutting me off a little.

"Yeah, he told us everything." Dan admitted with a smirk, pulling up one of the spare chairs laying around to sit down. "Well, not personal stuff but he apologized and let us know that you're a thing."

So he apologized to them before he apologized to me. Then again, I was in the makeup room. He probably didn't want to pull me away from their job. I better get an apology later though.

"So...how do you guys feel about it?" I ask with a nervous smile, holding both of my hands in front of me.

"I mean..." Tanner pauses, chuckling a little as if to fill silence. "How does Joe feel about it, is what I want to know."

"He's...happy about it, actually. A little too happy." My smile grows, giving a little shrug.

"Then as long as it doesn't effect production, I'm happy too." Tanner nods a little at me before giving a shrug of his own. "I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner."

"Aw, we should've made a bet the other night! Dan groaned playfully at Tanner with a little laugh.

"We should've! I would've won!" Tanner grinned, scoffing at the lost opportunity. That implies he knew Ted and I would've slept together last night.

"Jesus christ." I look up a at the ceiling and laugh, shaking my head. "Was everyone expecting this to happen except me?"

"Yes." "Yes." Tanner and Dan reply in unison, getting an eye roll from me in response.

Ted comes back downstairs with a full white sweater in his hands, a knowing smirk on his face when he sees me talking to Tanner and Dan. I turn back to look at him, giving him a stern squint. I don't care how handsome he looks, I don't care that his stubble is perfectly shaping his face, I don't care that his eyes are twinkling in my direction, I don't even care that all of my friends have seemingly been shipping us since the beginning, I'm still upset with him and his dramatics from earlier.

"Oooh, she still mad?" Ted asks with a little purr, placing the sweater down in the kitchen counter before approaching the 3 of us, putting his hands on his hips.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here, please." I huff, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "What happened to 'I'll think about it'?" I ask him, referencing what he told me before we left my room.

"I did think about it." Ted replied simply. "When you smiled at me, I'd made up my mind."

"So you thought the best way to let everyone know we're seeing each other was to kiss me in front of them?"

"No, I just wanted to kiss you."

"You just wanted to kiss me?"

"Yeah. You looked cute. I wanted to kiss you."

I resist the urge to smile at him, trying to show that I was serious, regardless of how sweet he was being. "Yeah, well...it was a real prick move.." I mutter a little, looking down at my hands. "You could've at least let me tell Joe first."

"Why, was he upset?"

"Yes, he thought I was hiding it from him. He thought we had..." I pause, turning to look over at Dan and Tanner. They quickly move to try and look busy, but I knew they were listening. "...been seeing each other since we played Jackbox that one night."

"Honestly, kinda valid, I should've knocked on your door sooner."

"Ted..." I scowl at him.

"Okay, okay.." Ted chuckles and let's out a little sigh at my response, bringing one of his hands up to scratch the back of his head. "Alright I'm sorry. It was stupid of me.." Ted finally apologized. "You were just...I wanted to kiss you."

"Yeah, I get it, you wanted to kiss me."

"Do you blame me? You're very kissable, alright? I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?"

I don't respond right away, gazing up at him as I think to myself. I can't tell if he's buttering me up to calm me down, or if he's really just trying to be affectionate. Either of those options are both annoying and sweet to me. At least he's apologizing, I guess. It sounds genuine enough.

"...I should smack you." An affectionate smile creeps along my lips, uncrossing my arms to relax a little.

"Would that make you feel better?" Ted crosses his arms with a little grin, raising his eyebrows at me.

"I don't think you need to hit him." Tanner added with a smirk, moving over to the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

"She wants to humiliate me back, I already know." Ted explained, giving a mocking chuckle. "She's gonna spit on me or somethin'"

"Fucking spit on you? Jesus.." I scoff at Ted, furrowing my brows at him. "I feel like you'd like that."

"If it's you and you kissed me after, maybe.."

"You're disgusting."

"Oh yeah, I know. I see that you like it though..."

The confidence Ted constantly exudes was both irritating and attractive. He reads me like a book; I both hate it and love it. All I can do is roll my eyes, giving Ted a little push on his shoulder as a response. I sigh when he chuckles at me, a little smile making the corners of my mouth creep up.

"Alright guys, let's leave some of the flirting for the camera.." Dan smiles at us, gesturing to the backdoor to herd us outside for the next scene. Most of the crew had moved outside with some other cameras and had even gotten the pool all set up. There were some folding chairs laid out with some umbrellas attached to them, along with some towels and little empty glasses that were sat on the little tables next to the chairs. They had thrown some toys into the pool to really add to the atmosphere.

Apparently, Ted and I would be having a few scenes near this pool, one particularly at night that would involve a kiss. Now that I was more comfortable with him, I was looking forward to any more scenes where we'd have to kiss. Man, I'd love to kiss him more.

Once Tanner gets outside he explains how the shot is going to be filmed. It would be used as another establishing shot so dialog wouldn't be recorded, but we would be required to talk for a little before he'd be pushing me into the pool. Tanner had the idea to shout when he was ready for Ted to push me, but of course, Ted convinced him to just let him make the call, that way my reaction would be genuine. Prick.

Ted and I go and stand over by the pool once we're ready. I stand in front of him with my back facing the pool. I feel a little nervous about Ted just shoving me into it. I wasn't sure when or how he was gonna do it. Tanner was filming us by now, so we had to think of something to talk about for a good couple minutes before he'd push me.

"You wanna know a little thing about this morning?.." Ted spoke once we were alone, looking down at me with a small smile.

"Please don't tell me I snore.." I huff, crossing my arms in front of me almost defensively. Part of me wants to really watch his movement so I can duck and run when he moves to push me. I'd love to see him fall in the pool like an idiot.

"No, you don't snore." Ted chuckled a little, shaking his head. "You'll think it's cute, I promise."

"Alright, what happened this morning?"

"I, uhh..." Ted pauses, bringing one of his hands up to scratch his head a little. "I woke up, like, a lot earlier than any of our alarms. I think, like, 10 minutes before yours, actually. Anyways, I turned it off.." He admitted, gesturing in my direction a little bit.

"You turned my alarm off?" I raise my brows at him, a confused chuckle leaving me. "Why?"

"I wanted to lay with you a little longer.."

His tone definitely suggested he was genuine, causing me to go speechless for a moment. I blink at him like I'm waiting for the punchline, seeing his gaze become warmer.

"Tanner had told me that night that we could sleep in a little bit, so I set another alarm on my phone and, y'know...held you."

"I..." I let out a slight giggle, uncrossing my arms to place one of my hands on my stomach. I feel those familiar butterflies in my stomach again. "...How do you do that?"

"Do what? Change the alarm on my phone?"

"No, I mean, you..." I pause, biting my lower lip a little. "You have...so many layers to you, Ted. You show up out of no where, apparently you've been aware of me for a while now. You're sarcastic with me, you insult me, then you're sweet and genuine, then you're flirty and seductive, then you're just kind of a dick and now you're being sweet again.."

Ted let's out a laugh at my comment, giving me a curious tilt of the head. "'Kind of a dick'?" Ted repeats.

"Well, like, I...I can't read you, but it seems like you can read me. You flirt with me in your car, you--"

"Toyota Tacoma."

"Whatever, you flirt with me in your 'Toyota Tacoma', you hesitate to kiss me on camera but you slither yourself into my bed at 12 in the morning like you've been planning it, then you kiss me in front of my friends without telling me and now you're...telling me you turned off my alarm so you could cuddle with me longer? I just...I don't understand you."

Ted listens to my rambling with a content smile on his face, slipping his hands into his shorts pockets as I ramble. He was even a good listener. God, this is infuriating. No human being; no man can be this...right.

"I think that's just called 'having a personality', princess.." Ted let's out another chuckle, taking a slight step closer to me. "What's confusing, exactly? I like to mess with you. I like to make you laugh, I like to make you smile and I like to make you squirm. That's about it.."

"And you like me?.." I give him a flirty smile, tilting my head at him a little.

"I do like you, even though you're fucking annoying."

"Oh I'm annoying?"

"Yeah, it's ridiculous, actually. You're annoying, you're hot, I like hearing you moan my name, I like kissing you, you're....you're annoying, and then when you're really annoying I just wanna kiss you more."

"You sound just as confused as I am."

"I am. Trust me, babe, I'm just as confused about it as you, honestly, but I'm goin' with it."

"You're going with it?"

"Yeah."

"And why's that?"

"Because it's you. Duh."

I feel my chest and my cheeks warm up, giving him an affectionate smile and a chuckle.

"See? There you go being annoying again; that stupid fuckin' smile. Now I gotta kiss you.." Ted shakes his head at me, moving in closer to grab my waist in his big hands and pull me into a gentle kiss, a pleased hum leaving him when I don't hesitate to kiss him back, cupping his face in my smaller hands. Here's sweet Ted. God, this man makes me swoon. He probably forgot the camera was there again, but I didn't care. Tanner will appreciate the improv, I'm sure. Either that or he can edit it out. It's fine.

He breaks the kiss after a moment, smiling against my lips as he slowly snakes his hands up my body to rest them on my shoulders. I open my eyes to look at him, an infatuated smile stuck to my face. Ted's honeyed gaze looks over my blushing face, letting out a pleased sigh.

"....I'm gonna push you into the pool now."

"...OH YOU MOTHERFU--"

With one good push from Ted, I fall back with a sudden yelp. The swift shove makes me let go of Ted's face so I don't drag him with me, as much as I wished I did. I make sure to take in a quick breath before crashing into the pool on my back, hearing the muffled laughter and applause from under the water. I groan to myself and swim up to the surface, taking in a breath once I know I'm clear to.

"Oh my god! I'm gonna fucking kill you!" I curse at him, watching as he laughs hysterically at me. I try to splash Ted with a frustrated huff, but I can't help but smile and laugh as well. I mean, he got me good. I'm sure he was still being genuine, but he was able to get my guard down and get the perfect reaction for the film. I was content with that and honestly impressed.

I watch as Ted slips off his glasses and the white long-sleeved shirt he had been wearing so he can jump right into the pool with me, doing a huge cannonball just to splash me some more. "Ted!!" I yell at him again with a cackle, flicking my head back to get any hair out of my face. When he rises up from the water, we're both just laughing and splashing at each other.

"You screamed like a little girl!" Ted mocks me, throwing one of the pool toys at me.

"Yeah!? Well I'm about to fucking drown you like a man! Come here, you fucker!" I yell back at him, deflecting the pool toy so I could start swimming straight for him. As I'm swimming around, I could see that even Dan and Joe had come out to watch this, laughing alongside Tanner and the rest of the film crew. Man, every day I just become more and more grateful to be apart of this. This has been the best experience I've had all summer.

I hope it stays like this for the whole project.

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[eggluverz]

NOT A WEIRDO STALKER.

PART 5. a stalker or irresistible? [the end]

PAIRING. blade x f!reader

SUMMARY. modern au. you’re minding your own business as a research assistant and college student just trying to vibe. blade is a new team member who is somehow convinced you are trying to stalk him after all your chance encounters together. so maybe he’s a little obsessed with himself, but you find it cute anyway.

NOTE. final part!! a very short and sweet smau and it was a fun little way to explore this very chaotic story with blade :3 hehe i really enjoyed this whirlwind of a mini series and thank u all for reading!! i miss blade already t.t so def expect some more for him soon xx sof

“Have you decided what to watch yet?” 

A deep voice that sounded almost hoarse from having just woken up made you lift your head from your phone. Your new teammate and friend sat beside you on the sofa, a safe enough distance away so that you couldn’t accidentally make contact with him without meaning to. Even though Blade was sitting, his presence still took up the whole room. With his long dark hair and piercing red eyes, he was someone you couldn’t miss. 

There was no doubt in your mind he could fend off whatever was at your door. Even if it was the biggest of stray cats. 

You nodded. “I’ll go with what Dan Heng suggested! Great British Bake Off.”

Blade folded his arms over his chest. A look of annoyance crossed his face as he huffed. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were downturned, almost looking like a pout. “Why Dan Heng?” 

You tilted your head sideways. “Because he was the only one who answered the poll…” 

“I answered.”

“With a show that wasn’t an option to begin with!” you laughed, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow. “That basically doesn’t count as a vote.” 

“Wow.” He rolled his eyes but his stance softened at the brief contact. Blade unfolded his arms with a sigh, leaning back on your sofa and putting his right arm across the head rest. “Very politician of you.”

You crinkled your nose. “Fine, we can watch The 100 another time. When it’s not five in the morning and pitch black and scary.” 

“So there’ll be another time?” he mused. 

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked at you, his stare unwavering. Was that too presumptuous of you?

Blade basked in your silence. He was in his element. With his arms outstretched and his legs wide, he manspread on your couch, his knee softly pressing against your thigh. It was warm on your bare skin, even through his sweatpants. You never liked manspreading. You always thought it was rather rude. But why did it look so attractive when Blade did it? 

“There doesn’t have to be another if you don’t want,” you said with a huff, unsure if he was teasing you or if the prospect of movie nights was really something he wasn’t very keen on. You hoped it was the former. 

“Let’s see how tonight goes first.” Blade looked mischievous, a challenging smirk on his face as he gestured you closer. You moved so that you were leaning back on his arm. “Not that there’s anything you could do that would make me not want more.” 

“Oh really?” you said, amused. “From claiming I’m a weirdo stalker to finding me that irresistible?” You paused. “Why were you so sure I was one anyway?”

“A stalker or irresistible?” 

“You know what I meant,” you laughed, pleased he didn’t shoot down your flirting like you thought he would. 

He shrugged, tapping his foot against the floor. “Well, I just started noticing you around everywhere the past few months when I’ve never even seen you before. In the same classes as me, same apartment, same lab…” 

“That does tend to happen when we’re both in the same major living in the same complex,” you said matter-of-factly. “The lab though— I’ve been in that since my second year. You just joined now. So you were the stalker in that scenario!”

Blade rolled his eyes. “Then you get my number and ask me to dinner…” 

“I told you already! I saved everyone’s number not just yours!” You were exasperated, cheeks puffing up as you defended yourself. “And the dinner thing really was just me trying to show my gratitude—”

He held his hand up, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m only joking now. You don’t need to explain yourself. I get you weren’t secretly obsessed with me.”

You were more amused that he ever thought that instead of genuinely offended, but it still felt nice to have that cleared up. “Good.”

“Maybe now I wish you were though,” Blade whispered under his breath, surprising you. But you didn’t let your momentary shock allow Blade to take control of the entire situation. You wanted to contribute to it as well. 

You threw his earlier words back at him, eyes crinkling into a smile. “We’ll have to see how tonight goes first.” 

He nodded, pleased with your response. “We got a lot riding on tonight then, huh?” 

“It seems so.”

“Then let’s make it count.” 

taglist: @kissingkzuha @kaedear @yevene @vernith @yelshin @ceylestia @karma-gisa @elijahcrevan :) <3

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and worst of both worlds (part 12)

Tw: injury, yandere and monty just being a creep

the University option was 60% wben the votes were 20, idk y suddenly u guys decided to favour 5 blocks away from ur house too

Damn from what i seen theres like distinct team monty and team Yves, ngl as writer i am biased towards Yves he my favourite

Part 13

You told him that you need to go to class.

Montgomery frowned. "If ya' say so." He shifted his gears and began driving away.

You looked at the scenery around you. This place is definitely not somewhere you visited before, you see a few buses driving by. But none of which you recognize.

"You free during the weekends?" He asked.

You said no.

Montgomery pouted. "Well, when are you free?"

You shrugged and said being a university student is demanding.

He sighed dejectedly. "What do I know, I only have a high school diploma. Wasn't one for the books, I'd rather git' out there and make me some cash."

You stayed silent.

"You ain't built for that, it really ain't for the faint hearted. So you gotta stay in school and try your hardest, sweetheart. Follow your dreams of becoming... whatever you wanted to be."

You nodded in acknowledgement. But Montgomery kept talking.

"I came to the city 'cause I heard I can make it big there. I didn't really have a plan, I was hopin' I'd make big bucks and start my own business." He switched his blinker on as he readies himself to make a turn.

"It was totally harder than I thought. I moved from city to city, was broke in every single one and I had to live out of my car if I wanted to eat. The people, all of 'em were mean as hell no matter where I go. They're nothin' like the people back home."

Curiosity gets the best of you and you asked why didn't he just return to base.

He laughed. "I didn't wanna hear an 'I told you so' from my family. I had to fight to get out of that damn farm. I can't imagine the humiliation if I come back home, tail between my legs, empty handed."

The air between you became quiet after that.

"So... what are ya' studying?"

You tried your best to explain your degree and the profession that you're hoping to work as. Montgomery hummed in response.

"I dunno much about that. But it sure sounds stressful and too brainy for me. You're such a smart kid."

You said thanks.

"A little lackin' in the brawn department though. That's why you need me to protect ya'." He grinned. "We sure are such a great match! When I get that business idea of mine up and runnin', you're gonna be handling the books. I'll be handlin' the shop- the physical part. We're gonna be swimmin' in riches, in no time!"

You didn't respond to that, making his excited laughter die down quickly.

"...Or you could just choose what'cha wanna do. Fine by me, I'll fund it the best I can." Montgomery is starting to look uncomfortable, it seems like he's trying to make some conversation with you. But you didn't want to give him any more of your attention.

The rest of the ride went by smoothly.

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"Sixth period, I guess." He stopped in front of the entrance. You wonder if he's confused as to why he barely sees anyone around now.

You looked at the time. It's 11:45AM. The bus is coming in 5 minutes.

"Here." He shoved something into your hands. "Treat yourself to something nice." You uncrumpled it to reveal two $20 bills.

You thanked him and pulled the handle of the door.

"Wait! I want your number!" He got out of his car and ran up to you.

You said that you don't remember and you don't have your phone with you.

"You don't remember your own phone number?" He stared in disbelief.

You said that with the advancement of technology, no one needs to remember any phone numbers. It's all stored in the smartphone.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, I think you should memorize at least a couple of em'. What are ya' gonna do when your phone breaks, huh? You're gonna be doomed!"

Yeah. Like how you are right now.

You tried to end the conversation by agreeing and saying bye.

"I have an idea." You yelped as he grabbed you by the wrist. He pulled out a pen and uncapped it, Montgomery wrote a string of numbers on your arm.

You can only watch as he decorated your entire forearm in horror. How are you going to explain this to Yves?

"There, that's my number."

You pulled your arm away and told him that you're going to be late for class.

"Don't forget to call me!" He hollered as you move far, far away from him.

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Finally, $40 richer, 100% more disturbed, 200% sweatier, you reached your house. 20 minutes late.

You dragged yourself onto the porch and struck your arm repeatedly against the door. Panting with your tongue out like a dog.

You wiped the sweat off your brow as the door opened. Thinking it's one of your housemates, you tried walking past them, only to be grabbed by the shoulders.

"(Name)!"

You looked up and saw Yves with the most haunting expression you've ever seen on his beautiful yet bruised face. Half it was still concealed by his hair. There was a mix of worry, sadness, anger and relief. It was an expression that guarantees you're in trouble.

You stared at him for a few seconds, his dilated pupil never left yours. You felt like you were on a court trial during those 20 seconds, Yves seemingly scrutinizing every aspect of your soul.

You burst into tears, sobbing loudly and pathetically. You didn't know where to start, you had so many unmet needs at the moment.

You're roasting in your own skin and sunburnt, you don't even have a wink of sleep, you feel violated by Montgomery, your stomach hurts from eating the greasy fast food, your muscles are aching from that epinephrine shot, you have a headache, you don't like how your clothes stuck to your body and Yves is mad at you.

One of the needs was immediately met when he pulled you into a hug.

"I'm not upset at you." He whispered, pressing kisses on your head. You cried harder and sunk into him deeper.

Of course, he knew what happened, where you went and what Montgomery did. All of it was caught on surveillance cameras and they're easy to hack into. He heard the conversations between you and him, Montgomery should upgrade his phone, it didn't even put up a fight when he tried accessing it remotely.

All because he didn't predict that you would be anaphylactic to your new medicine. If you knew he's virtually everywhere and watching your every move, Yves would have immediately intercepted before you could even put a foot down on the floor.

Yves let you wet his clothes until you calmed down enough for him to pull you into the house, where it is much cooler and dimmer. Your nosy housemates were peeking from the hallway, but this time Yves wasn't acting so nice. He shot them all a death glare, which made them promptly retreat into their rooms.

He closes the door and leads you to the sofa. Where he allowed you to let your emotions out on his chest, while sitting on his lap.

A hand stroking the back of your head, another pulling you close to him. Yves placed his lips on your forehead as snot drips down your nose and onto Yves. He doesn't mind your sweat or skin flakes.

Yves does appreciate that Montgomery was there at the right time. When you started to rub your eyes excessively, Yves was already on the highway, doing 120 miles per hour on an 80 limit. He knows something is wrong.

Unfortunately, though, he was too late and Montgomery already drove off with you. So he had to do a detour and tailgate him instead.

He did all the calculations and thought of all the possible outcomes in his head. And... to his dismay, the best one was to let everything that happened to you happen. Yves lets go and allows Montgomery to be the hero for today for the sake of your life.

But you were never in any real danger. Yves was following closely behind this entire time. Of course, you're definitely going to be uncomfortable. However, he knows you're not stupid, he could not slip a single "coincidence" that will allow him to save you from Montgomery. It's going to be too implausible to happen given that Yves is still a relatively "normal" person in your eyes.

You hiccupped in his chest, apologizing over and over again. Yves assured you that you did nothing wrong. He reached for his bag, taking out a packet of wet wipes and dry facial tissues.

He began cleaning you with the damp towel. Yves did not flinch when you coughed right into his face and had thick, opaque mucus land on his eyelashes. He continued wiping away the snot and tears while letting a glob of green rest on his eye.

If you had lingered at the university longer, Yves would have 'coincidentally' bumped and picked you up instead. Under the guise of him searching for you because he arrived early at your place to find the front door unlocked, your bag in your room and your phone on the table. Very unusual behavior of you.

But he underestimated your desperation to catch the next bus. You have broken his records, that was the fastest you ever ran since middle school and he has the data to back it up.

Now that you're slowly relaxing, Yves removed the goop from his eye using another wet wipe. His long eyelashes clumped together from the moisture. He continued by drying you using the facial tissues, which includes drying the sweat from your back and to your rear. Who gives a damn if Yves has his hands up your shirt and down your pants, it's Yves. You trust him.

You didn't pay enough attention to wonder why he brought some aloe gel today out of all days. Yves snapped the lid open and applied a pea sized amount on his fingertips. Yves spread it evenly on your now peeling skin, you let your shoulders sag as the gel soothes the burning pain.

Montgomery proved himself useful, twice. First, by saving your life. Second, by helping Yves look much more appealing to you. Doesn't his feather-like touches feel nice? It's nothing like that brute's talons.

Yves only wished that he had half a brain to feed you something appropriate and not an artery-blocking lump of fat and sugar. Four, of them plus two grease saturated hash browns, to be precise. God, Montgomery is spineless, he should have stopped you or at least found a way to make you eat slower.

You fell limp onto him as he skillfully massaged your scalp with his fingers. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the tingles travel down your spine, causing you to forget about the soreness you've been experiencing.

Yves had a look of disdain when he caught a glimpse of Montgomery's phone number written on your arm in pen ink. He doesn't know when to quit, does he?

You never once stopped to wonder how he knew to prepare a pack of ice wrapped in a towel even before you came back. He brought the chilly item to your neck, cooling down one of your crucial points.

Yves continued massaging your head to relieve you of any tension. He ticked off his mental checklists on your needs, another thing is going to be off his list very soon.

He watches your eyelids droop until your eyes are fully closed. Now draped across his lap, you're starting to snore and drift into slumberland.

He sighed. Caressing your tender leg as you sleep.

"You are such a troublemaker." He quietly hissed. Scooping you into his strong arms.

Yves carried you into your room, where he lowered you onto your bed. He didn't put the blanket on you, because you will overheat, wake up and panic again.

He went out and retrieved his bag. Yves took out his portable fan and placed it near you, so the moving air could cool you down further. If you weren't so bashful and considerate, he would have installed a portable air conditioning unit in your room already. But he knows you will find the gesture too extravagant and start to spiral out of control with your self depreciation.

He closed the curtains, turned off the lights. The only thing illuminating the otherwise dark room are the holes in your curtains and his laptop screen.

Yves took a seat, put on his reading glasses and began typing away. One hand keying in the information, the other holding the wretched medication that hospitalized you.

[anti-cyra]

New Love and Deepspace au/series poll!

I have a few ideas in my head, but alongside fixing stuff here and there for other bots, tweaking stuff, and moving bots... I figured I'd try a quick poll for the next series so I'll know what to focus on! I still have, like, a few bots from when I held requests that I haven't made because my brain isn't braining for those, but they will be done and any other request informally given has still been noted somewhere if I remembered to list it down (sorry for the wait!!!)

Idk how many people on Tumblr follow me for my LaDS bots in particular but like, most of you who actually talk to me are for sure from the fandom soooo... I don't mind even if it's just the seven or so of you who show up in my notifs HAHAHA love u guys.

For clarification, I consider mini-series to be different from just making the same au for each bot. Series examples would be the Philos University and Philos Manor series. This is not the same as just making yandere/alpha/boyfriend versions for all the boys, which is more on just au versions. In this poll, there are options for both.

Also, all of these will include Caleb because I miss him, I love him, I need to make more of him...

general idea number one: Mini Series — Royalty AU, harem-ish (like the vampire one, but maybe more connected and more romantic for sure) where it's all the boys vying for you. Kinda arranged marriage vibes, too, I guess? Like my other series, it'll be 2nd POV!

general idea number two: AU Versions — Ex-Boyfriends! This is pretty straightforward. If you also follow my LOVER series, you know I'm a sucker for exes (not my actual exes tho they all suck just the concept lmao) and the pining and exes to lovers idea.

general idea number three: Mini Series — Mafia AU, may not be that romantic, but I'm still aiming for a harem-ish vibe and definitely... thrilling? I was thinking I'll also maybe do duo or trio bots for this one (the F4/F5 ones from the school series for this AU are a little too much I think) and also, you're the boss leader (sorry Sylus) ((on that note, I also kinda wanna add Luke and Kieran into this one...)) And again, in 2nd POV.

general idea number four: AU Versions — Girldads! I had an anon mention wanting to see girldad Zayne and I figured I'd also make one for the rest. This is under the assumption that you're also married to them, so it's also Husband AU and domestic.

I'll probably end up making all of these in the future, maybe according to the number of votes, as well. Thanks for participating, if you do! ♡

Edit: I might end the poll once I hit 40 votes or in the next day or so! A week is a bit too long, I just realized... but a day was too short... but those were my only options...

Update, at 41 votes:

aaaand that puts Royalty AU as first out! Don't worry though, I'll have Girldads out very soon as well ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

Update: Royalty AU out now!