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My girlfriend started going to the gym again and decided she'd come over after gym just to "flex" her progress, and get some kisses before going home to shower(and rest).
And I just kinda imagined James Potter after quidditch coming to visit his s/o to flex his 'Quidditch muscles' and stealing kisses all sweaty, before he went to shower the practice off him.
#i am in too deep#shit ym gf and i do turn into headcanons#it's actually funny#i tell her about it and she laughs#she is so james potter coded#what a simppp#what if i write this out as a drabble#miko rambles#james potter#james fleamont potter
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Simon Riley who is just a little confused when he receives a drunk phone call from you one night, his sweet sergeant, hiccuping and giggling over your words— ‘Hi—Sir, could you come pick me up—up from the club? ‘m a little drunk.’
But he threw on his sweats anyways, was in his car without a second thought. Shoving random strangers out of the way as you clung to his bicep within minutes, trying his best not to push his arm deeper against your soft breasts and stomach.
When the two of you finally made it outside, he’s entirely too relieve to pry himself from your grasps, cool his burning skin in the fresh air. But when his focus finally drifts to your figure, scantily clad, irritation pulses his temples.
“Why the hell did’ya call me? You ain’t got any friends?”
You giggled, slurring over your words as you pushed to your tippy toes, leaning closer to his face, and crossing your hands behind your back.
“You’re my lieutenant, aren’t you? You’re supposed to take care of me.”
#or something like that#cherri writes#softaestluv#cherris drabbles#call of duty#cod#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#simon ghost riley x you#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x reader#ghost cod#idk what this is but I wanted it posted and out of my mind#thanks for your time
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nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.
he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.
snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.
"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."
"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"
"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."
"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."
your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.
you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"
"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.
this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.
"fuck..." he cusses lowly.
"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"
"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.
"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.
from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.
#nanami's undercut has me in a chokehold#like he is so fine#and for what#for WHAT#he's a carrot dangling in front of me and i am a rabbit#the one thing i want#but always just out of reach#nanami kento#nanami kento smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento x you#nanami kento x y/n#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk nanami#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk x fem!reader#nanami x y/n#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami fluff#kento nanami#jjk kento#nanami smut#nanami drabbles#jazzy writes#jazzy rambles
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loverboy steve harrington would absolutely fuck his girlfriend on her period cw - period sex kinda (fingering but no p in v), reader with a vagina and breasts 18+

"This helping at all?" Steve asks as he rubs firm circles into your lower abdomen just below your navel where your uterus ails you. You don't have to see him to know he's frowning.
"A little," you admit though it's far from convincing, curled on your side in the fetal position where you'd been holed up all day. The first twenty-four hours of your cycle were always the worst. Steve had been attentive all day-- bringing you light foods and keeping you hydrated. The warm pressure of his palm has brought only a brief reprieve from the incessant cramping.
Steve hums from his place cuddled up behind you. When he doesn't continue, you assume that's it; until he says, "Did you know orgasms can help with period cramps?"
You scoff, "Jesus, are you really trying to get in my pants right now?"
"Hey, no," his suddenly serious tone captures your attention, "I'm not joking! It's not about me-- I wanna make you feel better."
You're slow to turn onto your other side and face him, "You're serious?"
"Dead." And you can tell he's not lying.
"Where did you even learn that?" You ask, mildly curious.
"Girl told me once," he half-heartedly shrugs where he lays in front of you, "Might've been Rob, I can't remember."
A pause. The idea that he's not just fooling around making your cheeks heat up with newfound embarrassment, "You wouldn't... you wouldn't, like, think that's gross?" You question skeptically.
You still have half a mind to think this is some sort of sick prank, until you realize your bodies have been pressed together for nearly an hour now and there's no sign at all of his own arousal. This was purely about you.
"'Course not," he assures you with a hand to cradle your cheek, "If it might help, then I think we should try it."
Your expression must stay doubtful because he doubles down, "Promise I won't look if you don't want me to."
You nod, albeit tentatively, but his expression is beyond pleased. "Can I kiss you?" He asks quietly, lips a breath away from touching your own.
"You don't have to ask to kiss me, Steve," you huff a laugh, suddenly breathless and admittedly a little nervous.
"Want this to be about you," Steve whispers, low in his throat, "whatever you want."
"Okay..." it's more whimper than actual spoken English, but Steve understands, kissing you as softly as his words had promised.
The hand that had been previously massaging your tender lower abdomen travels further south, but he takes his time. Still caressing firm circles as he goes, still kissing you languidly. His tongue tastes minty as it swipes across yours. You can't remember the last time you'd taken things this slow, but it makes the fire in your belly burn all the brighter.
His deft fingers slip beneath the hem of your underwear, and you barely even notice; too lost in the feeling of his lips devouring you and the smell of his natural musk wafting infiltrating your senses. You think, maybe, that he'd done it on purpose.
"Gonna touch you now, okay?" He checks, somehow sounding the sexiest and most loving he ever has simultaneously.
Merely his words alone have you keening before he even touches you. He doesn't have you waiting for long, though.
He collects the concoction that is your arousal and residual blood pooling between your legs, spreading the slick through you folds and rubbing tight but gentle circles around your bud. You cringe inwardly at the insinuation that he has your blood on his fingers, and Steve notices. Of course he does.
Steve shushes you, "Relax, baby, you're so beautiful," his lips find the spot just below your ear, barely speaking more than he's kissing, "So glad I get to make you feel better."
"Steve--"
"Yeah? That feel good?" He knows it does.
"Yes," you gasp.
"Good."
Maybe you won't be needing that Midol after all.
#ran out of motivation to keep writing this so it's short#you'll take what i give you and you'll like it <3#stranger things#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#series#steve x reader#stranger things series#joe keery#steve harrington angst#steve harrington smut#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington blurb#stranger things blurb#blurb#steve harrington one shot#one shot#oneshot#stranger things fic#smut#steve harrington drabble#drabble#soft smut#joseph david keery
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~ a little something about waking up next to Dazai, and he's unbearable as always ~
"I might just eat you alive..." He mumbles to himself, barely audible. His eyes are half-lidded, and he's barely blinked.
He's been watching you sleep next to him curled up like a kitten for the past hour, way past the time you usually wake up. He's the oversleeper, not you, and it makes him hyper aware of your bodily functions and if they're okay. He hasn't eaten properly in days, but you don't need to know that. He's rabid, and he knows he's being a total freak right now, but who will worry for you if not for him? He must rise up to be the voice of reason, the watchful eye that keeps you on track even if he can barely keep himself alive! He wishes you'd stay forever, where he could avoid his problems and take care of your every single need. He should be everything you need... He hopes. Then you'd never leave, and he would make sure to eat more, just for you. How perfect... selfish.
God, he just wants to crawl inside of you and make you his home, it's almost pathetic. You'd find him vile for the things he would do for you and your happiness, despite you already being so accepting of his dark past... You're simply heaven sent. He takes a deep breath, and lightly runs his knuckles down your jawline, as if carving them out of the precious material that you're made of. You begin to stir, and his pupils dilate instantly as he pulls back with anticipation.
"Mmm... Osamu..."
You murmur sleepily as your chest rises up and down ever so slowly. He's freaking out. It's bad for his health to hear the way you say his name as if it were a healing oath, a spell that only works on him.
"Wakey wakey~"
Dazai's propping himself up on one elbow, a calculating smile plastered on his lips as if he were in on something you weren't. You pop open one eye, and groan softly.
"You're up... early"
"Yes!"
"Why..." You yawn like the silly little thing you are. He gasps in mock offense, clutching his chest.
"Can't a fortunate guy like ME just be happy that we both live to see another beautiful day?!"
He winks, and boops the tip of your nose, this gets a muffled snort out of you that causes you to bury your face into the pillow. He's addicted to the rush of causing any joy in your life, it's disgusting. When you don't lift your face back up, he scrunches up his face, and reaches out to stroke a strand of your silky hair, but his intrusive thoughts win and he tugs on it as payback for possibly falling asleep again. He needs your attention, and you're sleeping? Insanity. You swat at him, blindly smacking his arm away.
Oh, how he loves that you're the only person who truly sees him past his myriad of theatrics.
"Oh my... a slap from you feels wonderful!"
He rubs his arm, and grabs the hand that swatted him, bringing it up to kiss the pulse point on your wrist. Feather like kisses, almost undetectable... until you lift your face up from the pillow, finally.
He gazes at you as he rubs his face onto your hand like a cat greeting its owner, purring as if he were starved for affection. For a moment, his gaze becomes more serious, detached, as if he were thrown back into a distant memory. He can't describe the feeling, but the way your hand feels against his cheek is a warmth he hasn't felt in ages. His eyes sting, and he blinks the wetness away before you can notice as he hears your angelic voice again. He's back to his usual self.
"Osamu... You're being annoying"
"You think I'm just annoying?~"
His voice comes out in a tender whisper, his mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. He's insufferable. He could be anything for you if you wanted it. Especially annoying! He almost drools when you roll your eyes affectionately at him, the coldness in his heart disappears as he leans in just a little, invading your personal space as always, eager to hear your reply.
"Amongst other things, yes..."
You flash him a sweet little smile, and it mends all that is wrong in the world. The pink in your cheeks is starting to turn red, and it sends him to the moon. He hums, slowly nuzzling himself into the crook of your neck, it's his turn to curl up. You run your fingers through his messy hair that tickles you, feeling the warmth of Dazai's breaths against the back of your ear.
"Hmm, do I look like a pillow to you?"
He can hear the smile in your murmur, and he pulls back from your neck briefly, peering at you through his messy bangs, those intense hazelnut eyes demanding your attention, and his voice drips with an aching devotion that oozes like honey. he moves his lips to your ear, and whispers.
".. You look like an angel to me."
He watches you self destruct at his painfully smooth delivery of a compliment, and secretly rewards himself for once again giving you another reason to never leave. He's got it all!
Romance, self deprecating humor, an inability to properly process his emotions and grief, but more importantly, an undying commitment to stay alive against all odds so that he may see another day of you in his arms... or you helping him change his bandages... or-
He's cut short by you grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him into the most sinfully delicious kiss known to man, and he could swear that despite all his efforts, this might be what ACTUALLY kills him.
#i don't know what happened i started typing and then i blacked out#slightly obsessive dazai...#this is just a soft launch for how badly i want to write yandere dazai#bungou stray dogs#dazai x reader#bsd dazai#dazai fluff#I THINK WE SHOULD ALSO SEE DAZAI HAPPY SOMETIMES#osamu dazai x reader#this cannot possibly be a drabble anymore im sorry this is so long#i need a horse tranquilizer so i can actually relax#osamu dazai#dazai x you#i want to hold him and choke him out help meee#bsd x reader#dazai imagines
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cockwarming dilf!mingyu thoughts (nsfw)
summary: thoughts on reader cockwarming dilf!kim mingyu :3
contains: 18+ nsfw! mdni!!
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thinking about cock warming and slow fucking dilf!mingyu
after closing the bedroom door behind him, mingyu turns to meet your gaze. the moment the two of you make eye contact, you both gravitate towards each other. the slow movements of feeling up his chest turn into rapid ones trying to undress each other.
walking backwards to mingyu bed, falling into the white sheets with him hovering about you. grazing open mouthed kisses and licks across each other's necks. nosing against each other’s skin as he slips into you. feeling so so so full as you grind down onto his pretty cock.
slow movements of mingyu's hips hitting every spot making you in absolute bliss. the pace slowing down to barely slow fucking. heavy breaths, quiet moans and slips of whimpers filling the room.
trying to keep quiet so none of his kids hear the two of you. mingyu having his arms wrapped around you and his head laying on top of your chest. you have one hand trailing down the curve of his broad back. the other hand is carding your fingers through his hair to move it away from his sweaty forehead.
the summer evening breeze cooling down your flushed skin. the sunset view illuminating his honey skin. the warmth of your and mingyu's bodies lulling the two of you to sleep.
bun note: my other mingoo writing -> bestie fwb!mingyu headcanons
author note: do not distribute my work on other platforms without my consent. if you see my writing in places other than this tumblr account, please let me know. my writings are purely fictional fantasises for fun. the people i write about are real human beings and should still be treated as such. please do not take my writings seriously or as truth.
#buntanteen writings#kim mingyu x reader#mingyu x reader#mingyu smut#mingyu fluff#seventeen thoughts#seventeen imagines#seventeen x reader#svt x reader#seventeen headcanons#seventeen drabbles#seventeen smut#seventeen fanfic#seventeen scenarios#svt fanfic#svt imagines#svt smut#pls kindly let me know if there are any issues!!#this is totalllyyy not inspired by a very vivid dream i had two mornings ago about mingyu whattttttt#i think i was his side hoe or rebound or someone he cheated on his wife with???#cuz one of his three kids caught us and said “dad what about mom?"#hoping that dream dilf mingyu was divorced or smth#i woke up before i could find out the drama :<#it was so much for me to handle that i just had to write it down haha#i hope y'all enjoyeeeddd#it took a bit to post cuz i was trying to find the right pics to convey the vibe haha
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hugs weren’t something the seven lords did often. they weren’t part of public appearances, and it’s something that proved difficult for them. even if it came naturally, that didn't mean anybody wanted to hug them.
but, hugs were something you had him doing much more often. whenever you were overjoyed, you’d throw your arms around him. when you were upset, you’d lean into him, arms open. even when there was no occasion, you’d hug him. hugs became synonymous with you.
it didn’t take him long to learn how much you loved them. so, whenever you were in a state, he’d reach for you. if you were stressed about family, anxious over a test, overwhelmed in a crowd, or even just in need of that enveloping comfort. you didn't need to do anything. maybe it was the pact, or maybe it was just how well he knew you, but he always had perfect timing.
breathing in his comforting smell and feeling the gentle warmth never failed to help you regain your strength. listening to his heartbeat, and letting your head rise and fall while rested on his chest was something only you were allowed to do. however long you needed him, even if it was all day, he'd be there.
and no matter what, at the end of the day, he’ll always be there for you. whether he’s touchy feely, or not, his arm will always be open. it's the least he could do for you.
after all, everyone deserves to be hugged.
#trying out something different just cause i felt like writing something fun but didn't know what to title it lol#gn reader#drabble#obey me#obey me!#obey me x reader#obey me satan#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me asmo#obey me! shall we date#obey me levi#obey me! shall we date?#obey me beel#obey me belphie
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Imagine…

Phainon, who would deem you as a sun and view you as the pinnacle of perfection in his life. He once saw you somewhere and decided to look into you after seeing how glaringly bright you are. Throughout his life, one haunted by the horrors of his past, you became the anchor to his reality, fully capturing his mind onto the present time.
The scream of the devil inside his mind hollowed out at the sounds of your laughter.
On some days, the scream was louder, harsher, even tempting.
Phainon, who would inscribe a sun over his neck just so he could get reminded of you every time he looked at a mirror. He sighed, caressing the sun softly as if he was touching you. Sometimes, once the sun had settled nicely to his skin, he would latch his fingernails to it, letting small prickles of blood flow out and taint the ever-so-lovely sun. His breath would hitch at the thought of you drenched in his blood.
Perhaps, the devil was him all along.
Perhaps, he was the one screaming inside his mind, scratching his soul with the itch to let loose and claim you as his one and only treasure, his sole sun.
Phainon, who would eventually relent to his desire, taking you all to himself. He would beg, down on his knees, for you to love him as he loved you. His heart soars high to wrap itself on your own, swallowing your whole being to be all his, alone.
“It’s my sign of love for you, Sunshine.” He whispered to your ear, forcing your hands to wrap around his neck.
He smiled, soft, as if proud of the bloody sun he had made.
#𓏲❅ ︴writing#a/n: it's funny how i said that this was an art blog yet the first thing i uploaded here is a writing#phainon#yandere phainon#phainon x reader#yandere phainon x reader#hsr#hsr x reader#yandere#yandere drabble#yandere hsr#yandere hsr x reader#((this is written with just my imagination when i saw his sun tattoo or at least what i think is a sun & this is written before 3.0))#((modern au i suppose? it's also loosely implied that he carved out the sun but it could also be possible that it was just a tattoo))#((last info. it's implied that he has memories of being a 'devil' if you know what i mean))
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content warning: blood
Loyal to a fault
bonus + other versions:
Bonus:
Alt:
the words on Ghost's body reads:
LOVE (level of violence)
it takes a monster to destroy a monster (poorly cropped i apologize)
Loyal Dog
Vēnor (Latin verb for hunt, chase)
this is something very different to what I usually do I hope yall don't mind....also this was me when I was sharing this with my friends...because priceghost/ghostprice dynamic really gets a grip on me
#im gonna be honest when I first drew this months ago I didnt intend for it to get this bloody#all i wanted was Price holding a leash to Ghost#there's#so much feelings i have for this ship that i cannot articulate#I have a friend on twt their handle is bearcvck and jesus they have the best priceghost fics/drabbles ever#should check it out if you want >:3 they also do ghoap#idk i have my own thoughts with this piece but no matter how I write it it doesn't quite bring out what im trying to say#so if you want I would love to see your interpretation of this piece!#not the best thing i've made bcuz they're both very stiff in terms of posture#learning curve still to do non-chibi rahhhh but im trying and that's what it matters#tumblr pls dont bonk me i've covered Ghost's tatas with words PLEASE#gummmyart#doodle#priceghost#ghostprice#captain john price#simon ghost riley#price x ghost#ghost x price#john price x simon riley#simon riley x john price#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#cod#cod mw#scheduled
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🍃 ⊹ᡣ𐭩₊⋆ ─── getting high and making out with barry
you huffed, making your way back to your bedroom as loud music pounded in your ears and practically shook the floor underneath your feet. you had tried to get your brother to turn it down at least a little, but he was drunk and probably high out of his mind—as he usually was when he threw these stupid parties—so your words had gotten you nowhere.
you should've known you wouldn't get a moment's peace when your parents announced their anniversary trip, leaving you and your brother in your big house on figure eight all alone for a week.
where your brother was always throwing or attending some big blowout, trying to impress his asshole friends and any girls that would look in his direction, you much preferred solitude. you liked spending your time in your room alone, bingewatching cheesy romcoms, gruesome horror movies, and any and all procedural dramas you could get your hands on.
even you could admit that it was a little pathetic, living life as a glorified recluse that had never even had her first kiss at the ripe age of eighteen, but sometimes, you preferred it that way. though, sometimes, when you were really getting into your own head, you found yourself lonely and craving adventure—not that you would ever go out and seek it.
"oh," a noise of surprise fell from your lips, your body reacting with a small jolt as you re-entered your room and saw a boy sporting a buzzcut, probably a few years older than you, smoking a joint on your bed.
The boy took a long drag, exhaling the smoke slowly as his deep brown eyes slowly raked over your figure, a smirk playing on his lips. "shiiiit, sorry," he laughed. "this your room?"
of course, it was just your luck that a handsome��and way totally stoned—boy would have stumbled into your bedroom during the five minutes you had abandoned it to go argue with your stupid brother.
"uh, yeah," you nodded, eyeing him warily as you hesitantly closed the door behind you to drown out the sounds of the party downstairs that had carried.
he hummed at your answer, nodding as he took another hit. "you mind if i hang out?" he asked casually, as if he wasn't a strange man in your bedroom, which you suddenly felt very uncomfortable in as you realized a man had never been in your room before. the room practically screamed lonely loser virgin with the way your stuffed animals were propped up on the pillows neatly.
"i guess not," you shrugged, your cheeks turning warm as you tore your eyes away from his piercing gaze, looking down at the fluffy pink carpet at your feet. you should have asked him to leave, but you didn't, instead allowing him to continue occupying your space.
he grinned, patting the space beside him on the bed. "come here," he beckoned, his voice low and smooth, almost hypnotic. "no need to be shy, princess. i don't bite...unless you're into that."
your teeth caught your lip, nibbling slightly as you considered his words. it probably wasn't the safest idea to sit next to a stranger on your bed with no one else around, but he seemed nice enough. either way, your body seemed to react before your brain could catch up and decide better of it, carrying you over to him and sitting on the edge of your bed beside him.
you looked over at him nervously, your fingers dancing over the stitching of your pink quilt, carefully plucking at it—a nasty habit you had that was slowly pulling the string out.
"you're so jumpy," he noted, his brown eyes following your movements with interest—his pupils dilated from the weed. "and quiet, like a little church mouse," he grinned, clearly teasing you as he took another drag and slowly blew the smoke into your direction. "you got a name, church mouse?"
you coughed a little, waving the smoke away as he blew it at you. his eyes bored into yours expectantly, willing you to give him an answer, and you did, quietly telling him your name.
he repeated your name slowly, letting it roll off his tongue, as if tasting it. "pretty name for a pretty girl," he said smoothly, his eyes never leaving yours as he shifted a bit closer, his thigh brushing against yours and making your breath hitch. "name's barry," he introduced himself.
you felt a little silly that something as small as eye contact and his leg brushing yours was having such a big effect on you, making your heart race in your chest as your eyes widened a fraction, but everything about this moment felt so surreal—like something straight out of those cheesy romcoms you loved so much.
he smirked, noticing your quickened breath and wide eyes, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. "relax, princess," he urged, offering the joint to you. "maybe some of this will help mellow your ass out."
"i don't smoke," you said, eyeing it warily. truthfully, you should've said 'i've never smoked' in the name of honesty. you'd be lying if you said you weren't atleast a little curious, but you'd always been too afraid.
"oh, come on," he coaxed, his tone softening as he held it out to you again. "just one hit. it'll help you chill out," he explained, seeming to know the exact right things to say as he patted your thigh comfortingly. "i promise it won't hurt you. i mean, it's not like i'm offering you meth or nothin'."
you bit the inside of your cheek nervously, contemplating his words. it wouldn't be so bad if you just did a little, right? besides, you couldn't live your whole life so sheltered and afraid. reluctantly, you reached out and took the joint between your fingers, your gaze darting apprehensively over to him.
"atta girl," he praised you, his voice low and encouraging as you guided the joint up to your lips. "inhale slowly," he instructed, his eyes locked onto your parted lips. you nodded, carefully placing it between your lips and sucking in. "hold it," he told you, licking his lips subconsciously as he watched you carefully. "there you go," he cooed, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your thigh as he watched your brows furrow in your attempts to hold the smoke in your lungs.
your inexperience was apparent when you exhaled, breaking out into a coughing fit that had your cheeks blazing with embarrassment.
he chuckled softly, rubbing your back as you coughed. "it's alright, princess, you did good," he reassured you, taking the joint back and taking a long drag himself before exhaling slowly, the smoke curling around his face. "you'll get the hang of it."
"thanks," you said softly, your stomach feeling all fluttery at how nice the boy was. you grinned after a beat of silence, feeling a little less shy and a lot more happy as your body buzzed, clearly affected by the small amount of drugs you'd ingested—it was just your luck that you were a total lightweight.
"see? i told you you'd mellow out," he said with a soft laugh, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders as he pulled you in a little closer to him.
"uh huh," you giggled softly, looking up at him. your eyes widened a fraction as you realized just how close your faces suddenly were, his warm breath fanning over your face as he smirked down at you.
he licked his lips slowly as he gazed down at you, his hand moving to gently cup your cheek. "you're pretty, you know that?" he murmured, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "real pretty."
"thanks," you breathed out, looking up at him. you'd never kissed anyone before, and in any other situation, the rational side of your brain would probably be screaming at you to pull away, but he was awfully pretty and the way he was staring at you had your heart skipping a beat.
"you gonna let me kiss you, princess?" he hummed, his gaze locked on your lips as his thumb gently pressed down on your bottom lip, making you part your lips slightly.
you stared up at him, as if you were in a trance. your mind was slightly foggy, and all you could focus on was his hands on your skin as you nodded. you really, really wanted him to kiss you.
his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and then, ever so slowly, he leaned in. his hand slid from your cheek down to the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he angled your head back gently. your eyes fluttered closed as his lips brushed against yours, so soft and warm. you leaned into him, letting him set the pace and following his lead as your hand curled into the fabric of his t-shirt.
he kissed you slowly, savoring the taste of your lips. his other hand slid down to the small of your back, pulling you closer as his tongue teased the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. you weren't quite sure what came over you, but you craved feeling more of him, tasting more of him, so you parted your lips, letting his tongue slip into your mouth and slot against yours.
he groaned lowly as your tongue tentatively slid against his own, deepening the kiss. his hand on your back slipped under the hem of your top, his fingertips brushing against the bare skin of your lower back. you hummed into his mouth, grip on his shirt tightening as you tried pulling him impossibly closer. the feeling of his warm hands on your bare skin had your head spinning.
when he finally pulled back, you were both breathing hard, and he smirked at your dazed expression. "we should stop," he murmured, his voice tight with barely-contained self control.
"right, yeah," you nodded, your body alight with desire, but as much as you wanted to, it probably wasn't in your best interest to lose your virginity to a man you'd just met. doing drugs and having your first kiss slash makeout session seemed like enough adventure for one day.
his heated gaze never left yours. "alright then," he said, his voice still rough. "we'll, uh, we'll finish this later, yeah?" he asked, his hand still resting on the small of your back.
you giggled at his phrasing, your stomach doing flips at the thought of seeing him again and the idea that he wanted to see you again too. "i'd like that," you smiled softly, nodding.
he grinned wolfishly, standing to his feet, your eyes following his movements closely as he headed to the door. "i'll see you around, princess," he winked, opening your bedroom door and allowing the sounds of the party going on downstairs—which had completely slipped your mind amidst everything that had just happened—to fill the room.
"yeah, see you around, barry," you nodded, your mind still reeling as you watched him leave and close the door behind him. a wide, stupid grin broke out on your face as you fell backwards on your bed, squealing excitedly to yourself.

#🎀#𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 📖 sol writes .ᐟ#probably so ooc#but yk what#he's MY babygirl#so yall arent allowed to criticize me#also probably wildly innacurate#idk the one time i got high i greened out so#clearly im not an expert on all things drug#barry outer banks#outer banks barry#barry obx#obx barry#barry x reader#barry fanfiction#barry fanfic#barry obx x reader#outer banks#obx#outer banks fanfiction#obx fanfiction#barry drabble
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as someone who does not write prose that much, does anyone find it more nervewracking to share your writing than it does to share drawings.... i mean both kinda bare our hearts here, but i feel like putting it into words makes me more embarrassed KLSAJDA
#tbd later#tryna dip my toes into other creative avenues so i dont burn myself out on drawing#the writing itself isnt even that bad it's just basic character exploration drabbles but im sitting here like 'is this corny' LAKSJDA#it's all pwactice.... i know......!!#i feel less embarrassed by showing a drawing bc i think it conveys what i want to say more clearly than my words can LOL#shocker that the artist is a more visual person#me: (tries to write something poetic) is this too gay
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there's an east wind blowing beyond your bedroom window.
you know it's from the east because the rain falling outside is hitting the windowpane in a soft tap-tap-tap that occasionally intensifies on a particularly strong gust. you know your bedroom window faces east because every morning you can see the sun cresting in the distance, diffusing—soft and pink and warm on your favourite days—through the gauzy panels of your curtains.
"you up yet?"
it's not morning now. far from it, in fact. the night's still only new, though it's already fully-dark outside—and has been for most of the day thanks to the dreary weather. it's late enough in the evening that most businesses have closed their doors for the day and people have returned to their homes, but not quite late enough to justify the fact that you're already curled up tightly underneath the covers of your bed.
you roll over in your comfortable cocoon and spy touya in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watches you.
he's got his coat on.
"are you going out?" you ask him, your voice a little thicker than it usually is. you've been awake for a while, but your afternoon nap (that ran longer than you expected) has left it hoarse from disuse.
touya makes a quiet sound of agreement. not quite a grunt, nor a hum, but something somewhere in-between the two.
you push yourself up slightly in bed, propping your body upright on your elbows. "but it's raining."
touya hates the rain, and has for as long as you've known him. he's the first one to complain when dark clouds roll in, to curse as his teeth chatter and he shakes droplets from his hair when he steps through the door after getting caught in an unexpected downpour, to go out of his way to avoid making plans that require him to leave the house at the slightest mention of inclement weather.
"'s letting up a bit, i think," he answers from the doorway with a little shrug. "i just need to run to the convenience store, anyway."
he shuffles a little further into the room as you lift your hand and reach out for him, approaching the edge of the bed wordlessly and slipping his hand into your own. he peers down at you from your bedside as you lift his hand and press it to your cheek.
"what do you need at the store?" you ask him, your lips pursed slightly. it's not that late, and the weather really isn't that bad, but you'd still prefer he stay here with you.
"ran outta patches today," he replies, though there's something almost a little resentful in the statement. even his expression is a bit more annoyed than it had been a moment prior, in a way that almost makes you giggle—but you suppose the nicotine withdrawal could be playing a part in that.
"just patches, right? not patches and a pack—"
"not patches and a pack of cigarettes to tie me over on the walk home," he finishes the sentence for you before you get the chance, rolling his eyes a bit. "i know, i know."
he frees his hand from your grip and pokes your cheek lightly, earning him a little laugh you can't help but let slip through your lips.
"i'm 24 days in, you know. not about to throw it all away now," he reminds you pointedly.
"good," you reply with an encouraging nod and a somewhat cheeky smile. you never doubted him anyway. "make sure you take an umbrella."
he nods, his touch still lingering against your cheek. his fingertips skirt down, tracing along your jaw, until he reaches your mouth. he presses his thumb lightly against your chin, seemingly just to watch your lips part.
"d'ya want anything?"
you shake your head in dissent, but then pause, your eyes lighting up.
"can you get pickled ginger?"
"pickled ginger?" he asks you, a bit incredulously. "again? thought we just got some of that."
"i finished the jar earlier," you reply with a shrug.
"that can't be good for you," touya remarks dryly, letting his hand drop from your face. "you're gonna start pickling yourself from the inside out if you keep eating so much of that stuff."
"it's not my fault that pickling is the superior form of food preparation." you flop back lazily against your pillows, meeting his gaze resolutely. you lift your fingers as you list out the various accolades. "cold, crunchy, sour, kinda sweet, sometimes spicy—what's not to love?"
touya's nose wrinkles. he's never been a huge fan of pickles, but especially not in the volume you've been consuming them lately.
"whatever you say," he answers, knowing now after all this time when he ought to bow out of an argument before it starts. "mom texted me earlier and said she was sending yumi over with side dishes tomorrow, and there'll probably be pickled vegetables in there. so you can wait until then."
"fine," you sniff, and you may pout a little, but touya knows your excitement at his little sister coming to visit outweighs any annoyance you may feel about having to wait a whole twelve hours to get your fix.
outside, the wind picks up again, and the tapping against the windowpane gets a little bit louder.
"sounds like it's getting worse," you murmur, your face turned in the direction of the window. you glance up at him again, blinking from where you're sprawled out across your pillows. "you sure you wanna go out in that?"
touya nods, kneeling at the edge of the bed and dipping down so he can press a kiss to your forehead. you're still warm from sleep, and soft in all the ways he's come to depend on. you smell like your shampoo and your sheets—and a little bit like him too, since the floral-printed bedlinen is as much his own now as it is yours.
"be back soon," he speaks quietly into your skin before pulling away.
you wave him off tiredly, and as he leaves the room, touya wonders if you'll be asleep again before he returns.
he pulls his shoes off the rack in the genkan, tucked away next to yours, and leaves his slippers there as he stuffs his feet into footwear better suited for the elements. he grabs his keys off the little table in the entryway, the keychain you bought for him at the aquarium glinting in the light as he tucks them into his coat pocket. last, he grabs the umbrella from just beside the door—he doubts he'll even use it, but you told him to take it, so he does.
there's an unexpected break in the rain as touya steps out into the spring night, and he blinks up at the sky overhead a bit incredulously when he realizes his luck. he doesn't linger to appreciate it for long, knowing that at any moment his fortune could change, shuffling off in the direction of the convenience store at the other end of the street.
he sidesteps puddles along the sidewalk on his way, admiring how the streetlights ripple in the surface as he passes.
touya used to hate the rain, but he can't help but think that it's not so bad when he knows that he has somewhere—and someone—warm waiting to welcome him home.
#idk what this is if i'm being real w u all#touya i want to make an honest man out of u#let me domesticate u i'm begging#touya x reader#touya todoroki x reader#bnha drabble#bnha writing#writing
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LESSON NO. 1
a/n: bassist!geto teaching you how to play the guitar. loosely based off this but not really connected. as requested by @alcospray 💟 i dont play bass so i just watched a whole bunch of videos for just one song - any bass players wanna correct me feel free to do so ;"). only if u look like geto tho /j. they havent say the three words to each other yet, read it with that in mind :3
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“any update from your fan?” gojo nudges him playfully as they wait for the principle of the university to introduce their band for the freshmen orientation, which, weirdly, something that the four of them never thought would happen. they sang about topics that wouldn’t normally get talked about or were shunned — politics, capitalism, authoritarianism — and yet being introduced by the principle of their place of education was quite ironic.
the bassist doesn’t hear gojo at all, not even when his best friend tries to tease him by calling you his fan. there were too many things in geto’s mind way even before this whole performance: his finals, a rival band that sought out to create false rumours about them, you.
always, you, the unexpected distracting thing that infiltrates his mind without fail. from the first night you trodded over to his dorms, opening up to him and letting him take care of you, to the many dates after. he’s taken you to cafés, watched you study way too many times, or simply let you sit through one of his song formation days.
a conscious effort to keep his distance and everything is just you, you, you, and geto is terrified. he’s never liked the kind of love with strings attached, with those mushy, complicated feelings, but no one-night stand, no quick fuck has ever made him feel the way you do.
but lately, he’s seen less of you, unwillingly accepting the principle’s offer to perform for the freshmen because he knew you were one of the group leaders ushering in the new students. at least he could try to search for you in the crowds, even getting a cheeky little text about where your group was meant to sit a week ago. he could be granted at least that when you both have been working so hard for final exams that you two could hardly see each other.
although, throughout their whole set, he sees everyone but you. he loses the bass line often, looks lost on the stage, needs to be cued in, something that never happens to the geto suguru. he’s always been a natural, and yet when it comes to you, you ruin him in the best way possible.
“hey— hey! man, what was that?” gojo slaps him on the back but it doesn’t even register in geto’s head, not really bothered by how he messed up the performance if it wasn’t for gojo’s vocals and shoko adding in her own improvisations for her parts. nanami can only shrug as he comes around to geto’s front.
“she wasn’t there, i looked, too,” nanami mumbled, tapping his drumsticks on his shoulder, “but you’re the most passionate guy i know who loves his guitars and bass lines.”
gojo has to chime in, “he’s the only bass guitarist you know, nanamiii!” and shoko pulls him back with a smack to the back of his head.
the dark-haired guy only clicks his tongue, “sorry ’bout him.”
nanami waves his drumsticks before pointing them at his face, “i know you’re obsessed with her, but i don’t wanna be a drummer if i can’t work with my bassist. sort this out before our next gig. she’s a sweet girl . . just, not when it’s at the expense of the band.”
geto only sighs in relief, landing a hand on his drummer’s shoulder.
“thank you, nanami.” the two exchange smiles before he gives a salute to his other two friends (“do you think he finally loves someone enough for him to be distracted on stage?” shoko says, and gojo gasps dramatically), heading out from the wings and down the stairs at the front of the stage where people look confused at the recent performer looking high and low for where your group was meant to be seated.
he sees not you, but rather your group leader mates who he’s at least seen pictures of, so he has no qualms about heading over to ask about your whereabouts — “the last thing she told our head group leader was that she was down with a nasty flu . . terrible fever and all. our main group leader went to her dorms to check on her and she’s unfit for doing orientations activities. we just sent her loads of soup packets and pei pa koa’s.”
geto laughs at the last part, knowing your need for sweet things. when it’s combined with a soothing coating for your throat, it’s pretty much the only thing you take when you’re sick. with a quick thanks, geto races for the campus bus straight to your dorm, the bass carried on his back rattling with his capo, chord sheets and mute nosily.
at least your annoying roommate’s gone home before school starts so it’s only you when geto knocks on the door. his knuckles rap against the wood, heart breaking when he hears your hoarse voice answer from the other side. soon, he can hear your feet moving towards the door, but it takes a while from how your body is, knocking over some things in the process.
“c-coming!” you groan out, wrapped in layers of clothing and feeling so hot you feel like you were in hell. but you aren’t expecting the sight when you open the door: your boyfriend panting, the guitar case behind him only telling you he’s come straight from the freshmen gig, the expression on his face.
“s-su!” you exclaim, both excitedly and a little worried because you didn’t want to get him sick, something you regret immediately when you go to clutch your throat.
“oh, baby,” geto brushes the hoodie off your head and brushes away the mess of your hair, “you look so pale, i— i would’ve come sooner if i knew—!”
“that’s why i didn’t tell you,” you pout, pushing away his hand gently and stepping back. it hurts to speak, but you feel like you at least need to explain your absence to him, “i was afraid you’d ditch the performance. also— don’t want you to get sick.”
suguru’s expression softens, “don’t worry about me, doll. come,” he takes one more step towards you and you feel so safe with him you don’t take a step away, “let me take care of you.”
the next hours are full of geto, a revered bassist in an upcoming band who dons long hair, piercings and has a menacing dragon down his arm alongside some boots, taking care of you. he runs back and forth between the pantry to make sure you have enough hot water, boiling hot soup to drink, enough layers to keep you warm and even calling gojo to get some tylenol from the supermarket.
“take a breather, sugu, i’m not gonna die,” you laugh slightly with a rasp to your voice, squeezing his hand as you rest against his shoulder. he’s made sure you at least have something in your stomach and enough hot water to power a hot spring, worry showing through his heartbeat when the hand he holds is still so warm.
“you’re heating up loads, baby,” geto frowns, turning his head to plant a kiss on the top of your head. he rolls his eyes when he hears it’s because you’re here. “do you want me to put cool towels on your head?”
you giggle again and cough, sniffling the mucus back up your nose, “no, it’s okay — you’d have to go to the pantry again to get water and i just want . . you here.”
suguru only hums, something akin to a melody that you don’t quite know but you’re happy to listen to his gruff voice anyway. the way he vibrates as he hums sends a calming feeling right to your body, and how he looks and feels so different from the very first time you were alone together.
he seemed so cool, passing the blunt to you and blowing his smoke into your mouth, kissing you like you’re just another girl in his roster; but right now, you were far from it.
now, not only is he still cool, but he’s also the most caring person you know and is something so far from his appearance and band: this is just one in many instances of how much he takes care of you. from the same fingers that strum upon the stainless steel, they travel miles over your body, your face like the first songs he learned on the guitar, weaving a melody and language so intricate only the two of you speak it.
silently, you feel him push you forward while he slots his legs on the other side of your body, letting you naturally rest with your back to his chest. “wanna learn?”
“i am in the most terrible state, suguru,” you whisper, reaching over to take a tissue. there, you blow your nose and clear out your nostrils until the next round, groaning softly at the grossness of the tissue.
“ohh . . but wasn’t someone saying that she isn’t dying?”
your jaw drops, “i can’t believe you would use that against me.”
the corners of your boyfriend’s lips turn up in a sly smile, “just quoting my girl. but—”
this time, he’s the one reaching over much further than you, hand clutching the neck of the guitar through the bag. gently, he settles it on both your laps, laughing when a small oof leaves your lips at just how heavy his bass was.
“i’ll do all the playing, you just mirror my movements.” with one more kiss to your temple, geto reaches around easily to play the starting notes of psycho killer. while there’s a clear layering of the lead, vocals and drums in his head, you’re just left confused by the repetitive bass.
but soon, you’re able to catch the notes that repeat over eight counts, hypnotised by the other’s longer fingers as they transition into the chorus line. it’s a little more complicated, now, descending into chords that you frankly don’t have any grasp on. one look at your face is enough to send him into soft laughter.
“okay, okay, let’s just focus on the verse.” if you weren’t feeling lightheaded from the fever before, you are now when geto curls his hands around yours, placing your finger easily on the fifth fret of the first string.
“so here . . we have the first bar of A notes, easy? then . .” he demonstrates the first four notes, plucking the strings for you before moving it down to the third fret to play the G note. a small smile spreads across his face when you slowly get the hang of it: six notes of A, two eighth notes, and then a G on the same string. geto slowly releases his left, letting you play on the melody while he helps you to pluck.
“that’s it,” still natural, it doesn’t faze geto at all to nuzzle his head into your neck from behind and to start kissing up your shoulder to your jaw, fingers still expertly plucking the string. the both of you repeat the bass line until he’s grabbing your awkward right hand and quietly, he angles your fingers so you’re following him, “you’re a fast learner.”
“i have a great teacher,” you mumble, and suguru doesn’t tell you that you just willingly kissed his jaw out of habit — because he knows you’d freak out at the possibility of getting him sick. it’s sweet, that in your delirious state you’re still acting out of admiration at the back of your mind. like the bass, loving geto feels as natural as the repetitiveness of psycho killer.
the bass notes reverberates through your bodies, just almost acting like a trance that makes your fingers falter upon the steel strings. he goes on to slowly play the chorus, stretching his fingers into weird shapes. he plays various chords, voice cracking just a bit when he tries to sing the vocals and you laugh softly.
“i just don’t have satoru’s higher register.” geto jokes, knowing you’re close to falling asleep from the way you hum and give one worded answers, so he easily takes over from you, changing it to an easy song. you let the low notes of the bass serenade you to sleep as you curl more into your boyfriend, but not before you hear a glimpse of geto’s harmonised singing to yellow.
it’s not often you hear him sing, being a bassist and all, but there is a nice edge to his voice — not quite made for vocals but you know he can do it if he tries. and even if you don’t voice it out, geto thinks the same thing. it’s similar to this stupid love thing that’s got him all tangled up and distracted, too, and he realises so many new things about himself through you.
you give love a fresh breath of life, nothing like the things suguru sings about in his unfinished demos and notebooks — multitude of things that involved you and his fucked-up perceptions and the foolishness of his parents telling him he’d find the same. you are all he thinks about when he sees the black cough syrup and he can’t stop craving the feel of your body against his.
the moment your breathing turns even and you sag against his embrace is when the strings stops and his breathing escalates. in geto suguru’s arms is the personification of something he never thought he would let into his life, yet you carry the choirs of love and acceptance so effortlessly like heath’s bass guitar solos and atsushi sakurai’s spotless vocals.
suguru’s head simply falls onto your unknowing shoulder, a small fuck that leaves his lips and a smile that he can’t contain is all he needs to know.

@mysugu @suget @slttygeto @na-t0 💟
#i had to give this lore 😭😭😭#also SOOO self indulgent#pei pa koa lovers rise#school has left me burnt out omfg ... i hate this 😭😭 what was i writing#any gals wanna help me check my wc cauusseee im out lol#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen geto#geto x reader#jjk geto x reader#geto suguru fluff#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto x you#getou suguru x you#getou fluff#getou suguru x reader#jjk drabbles#jjk fluff#jjk scenarios#jjk x reader#geto suguru x reader#jujutsu kaisen getou
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<3 abby is the type of gf to open a jar for you even when you’re mad at each-other
🫙🥒
◦ imagine you guys got into a argument for whatever reason and are now giving eachother the silent treatment
◦ it’s so childish and silly, refusing to leave the same room yet acting as if the other doesn’t exist pls
◦ lets say you’re trying to open a jar of pickles (those big fat dill ones that aren’t sliced just bc they’re my fav)
◦ and you already know from past experience there’s no way in hell you can open that jar
◦yet you’re stubborn about it, really trying, refusing to ask abby like you’ve done every other time
◦ you get into it, making little puffing noises, getting flushed from exertion, hurting your hands
◦abby’s sitting close by just frowing at your back. she knows you’ll keep going until you break the jar or something
◦ so while doing so you don’t hear abby come up beside you, looking down at you like 🫥
◦ she just. holds her hand out without a word, letting you decide if you want her help or not (but is it rlly a choice if you can’t open it without her)
◦ you let out a quite little sigh before handing her the jar also without a word, not even looking at her
◦ and you definitely don’t pout at how quickly and easily she gets it open
◦ like seriously? you were slaving over it for 5 minutes
◦ she offers the jar to you and you take it, turning your back on her and placing it on the counter
◦ she bites the inside of her cheek but says nothing, heading back into the dining room, until a gentle tug on her arm stops her
◦ she turns back around to see you offering her a pickle in your outreached hand, one already shoved in ur mouth, the jar reclosed on the counter (much less tighter then it was before, probably barely closed tbh)
◦ and when she takes your offering she definitely doesn’t have to hold back a amused grin at the way you still refuse to look at her, cheeks warming in embarrassment
◦ she takes a bite, making sure it makes a obnoxious loud crunch sound, and then quickly leans down to kiss your cheek with pickle juice wet lips
◦ “abs, that’s gross…” you whine lowly, dragging out the s, pouting up at her while wiping your cheek with the hem of your shirt
◦ “aww, sorry baby” she mocks your pout and whiney voice back to you, using her own hand to rub ur cheek with a playful eyeroll
◦ you take a bite and quickly place your own pickle scented kiss on her chin before ducking under her arm and scurrying away with a giggle
◦abby chuckles to herself and follows after you <3

#ೀbunsdreams#idk what possessed me to write this bc i haven’t had a pickle in like. a year#point is abby is opening all my jars#that is something i actually struggle with it’s hard for us out here …#tlou abby anderson#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson imagine#abby anderson x you#abby anderson drabble
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He hadn’t seen that glare in years.
Technically, he sees that glare pretty consistently, practically every other week, really. But ever since Victor adorned that mask, he hadn’t seen the full effect of it. The brows drawn down, shadowing his eyes and making them look angrier. The slight upturn of the mouth making it into a barely tamped down sneer (Victor actually tried to be somewhat civil in college, by his standards). And just the overall tenseness of the muscles.
These days, Reed only saw the eyes, and although it’s difficult to tell with the mask in the way, he could swear the glare’s different. Indifferent, really. The glare of someone who thought himself above Reed, above everything.
Reed never thought he’d see that original glare again, not since Victor had taken that plunge into denying his humanity.
But here it is. On the face of an Oscorp employee (intern?). The glare of someone assured of their own intellect, and less assured of everyone else’s. The glare of someone heading down Victor’s path.
But not there.
Not yet.
Not ever if Reed has anything to say about it.
He glanced at the name tag of the potential intern as he passed by.
Peter Parker.
#all heroes secretly want a chance to save one of their villains from ever heading down that path#and run the risk of attaching themselves to a proxy#drabble#written at a bus stop so not v proofread and not enough time to really plan out what I was writing#reed richards#mistaken villain Peter Parker#he’s just annoyed at whatever nonsense Norman is trying to pull#Peter Parker#Spiderman#spider man#spider-man#mr fantastic#dr doom#victor von doom#even tho he’s only thought about and isn’t actually present
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‼️Self Indulgent, Mentioned Female MC/Non-MC Character, Probably OOC Zayne, I'm too stupid to write someone so smart, written with romantic relationship in mind but can kinda be read platonically‼️
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“What does it feel like to have someone love you? ”
He pauses his movement in flipping to the next page of the book he was reading. Closing the book and setting it down, not even bothering to bookmark it as he brings his full attention to the girl lounging on the other side of the couch.
Just a few seconds ago, they were both quietly reading. Separate books and yet peacefully together. But now there seemed to be a strange tension in the air after the girl beside him blurted out a rather peculiar question.
“Why do you ask?” His response to her question was another in kind.
She looks at him, blinking with a rather cute confused expression on her face. He sees her eyes widen before turning her head away, a tinge of red dusting her cheeks and reaching the tips of her ears.
“I..said that outloud, didn't I?” In a soft and hesitant tone, she spoke.
‘Ah..’ He thinks. It seemed that his companion accidentally spoke her thoughts aloud.
He hums as a response of affirmation to her question.
The room falls silent. A sort of tension in the air. Zayne doesn't move closer nor give any words of reassurance that it was alright and that it happens to everyone. Instead, he thinks about her previous query seriously—aiming to give her question a serious answer.
“What does it feel like to have someone love you? ” He repeats her question aloud as he ponders how to answer that question.
She visibly flinches before curling up slightly into the pillow on her lap.
“Please just forget-”
“I think it'd feel like..a blanket on a cold winter night. Or the feeling of having someone hold your hand through a scary appointment.” His voice cuts her off.
She slowly uncurls herself to look at him. He was looking at her. She notes to herself that his hazel eyes had a softened tinge in their corners paired with that small and barely noticeable smile of his.
“I think, having someone love you..feels like jumping down a tall place, knowing someone was down there ready to catch you.” She listens intently, nodding slowly.
“Like, learning a new hobby with someone close and you know that it's alright to make mistakes because you're both new at crocheting and it's kind of cute that one ear of the bunny you made is bigger than the other.” She lets out a soft laugh before moving closer to his side of the couch.
“And I think, having someone love you feels like you can freely ask them the strangest questions seriously and get an equally serious answer without judgement.” Her eyes look down, her lips pursing slightly before settling in a soft smile.
“Thanks, Zayne. For answering my question seriously…” In her mind, she sounded awkward saying that and maybe she was. But, she was sincere.
It was only then did Zayne move closer, taking her into his arms and placing a soft kiss on the forehead.
“Mn, anytime.”
At that moment, she thought of her own answer to her question.
What does it feel like to have someone love you?
Like nothing else mattered when you were in their arms. So secure and safe, so warm and kind.
It felt like Zayne.
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