#( ❥ ‘you hate hanging out with us don’t you?’ )

[cameronsprincess]

— summary: stuck at the chateau with jj— who hates you— during a hurricane turns into a night you definitely didn’t expect.

— pairing: jj maybank x kook princess!reader

— warnings: smut! 18+ hate sex!! dub con, fingering, protected sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking, spanking, some language, jj is a so mean in this. i think that’s all.

↠ note— i literally found this in my notes from back in June lmao. thought i’d finish it and post it.

❥ the storm— j.m

“i’m not afraid, sare! i just don’t necessarily like storms. i don’t understand why you and john b. couldn’t stay here tonight”

a sigh leaves your lips, fingertips pushing the thin curtains of the room you’re in to the side as you watched the rain pour down, the trees roughly swayed from the strong winds as booms of thunder and cracks of lightning fill your ears.

sarah chuckles. “y/n/n you’re going to be fine! besides jj is there too, why don’t you go hang out with him? the storm should be passed by morning”

you groan, letting the curtains fall from your fingers. quickly turning your body, you make your way toward the bed, tossing yourself back onto the mattress as you roll your eyes.

you’d gladly hang out with jj, but he hated you. you never understood why, but he always acted like he would rather be anywhere else when you were around.

“jj hates me, sare. you know that”

the sound of john b’s voice and sarah’s giggles fill your ears, making you roll your eyes again.

“he doesn’t hate you! he just doesn’t like kooks, so he’s taking his time on warming up to us”

boom!

a loud rumble of thunder causes you to slightly jump. you completely throw the fact that jj hates you out the window and jump up from the bed, slowly making your way toward the door. “okay sare, i’m going to find jj, y’all have a good night”

sarah says her goodbyes and you hang up the phone. you slowly pull open the bedroom door, slipping out of the room in search of jj.

you make your way down the small hallway and into the living room, finding a shirtless jj standing at the screen door of the house as he watched the storm roll in.

you find yourself staring at him longer than you probably should, but you couldn’t help yourself. you had thought jj was attractive from the moment you first laid eyes on him, and how couldn’t you? he was beautifully tanned and toned, his back muscles contracting with every move he made, his messy blond hair framed his face perfectly, his perfect plump, pink lips, and his eyes. his bright, ocean blue eyes could make any girl melt.

but you would never openly admit any of that.

“hey j, can’t sleep either?”

your voice startles him, making him jump and turn to face you. his face quickly turns into a look of annoyance when he sees it’s you, not like he could see anyone else, you’re the only two here.

he turns back toward the door, his focus back on the storm outside. “what do you want?”

you sigh, running a hand through your hair and sitting on the old couch.

“i just couldn’t sleep, it’s really coming down out there huh?”

jj groans, resting his head against the screen door before he pulls back and turns to face you. “are you really trying to make small talk with me right now? you and i don’t get along, so let’s not pretend we do”

you scoff, turning yourself on the couch and sitting on your knees to face jj fully. “you don’t like me, i try to be nice, but you make it so goddamn hard when you act like you can’t stand me!”

jj opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it when a loud rumble of thunder shakes the small house. you jump slightly at the sound, your eyes going wide as you frantically look around the small house, cursing yourself for coming here in the first place and getting stuck overnight with jj fucking maybank.

jj notices your tense demeanor, snorting out a laugh as he smirks in amusement. “you’re seriously scared of a hurricane? haven’t you like lived here your entire life?” he pauses, snapping his fingers in mock realization as he laughs darkly. “oh wait, that’s right. kook princess is used to her generators and big fancy house on figure eight, never been stuck in a small house on the cut during one of these i assume?”

you sigh exasperatedly. “why are you such a dick, jj? what the fuck have i ever done to you?”

“i just don’t fucking like you”

you groan, pulling yourself from the couch and making your way into the kitchen. you pull the fridge open harshly, grabbing a beer and popping it open. you bring the rim to your lips, taking a long sip from it before harshly sitting it on the counter. “well good to know. i don’t fucking like you either, you’re a complete asshole who thinks he’s some hot shot because he’s attractive, but newsflash, you’re not special jj”

jj’s head whips in your direction, his eyes narrowed toward you. he takes a few long strides toward you, making your breathing accelerate the closer he got. your bodies were so close together you could feel his breath fanning over your face, and you were sure he could hear your heart rapidly beating in your chest. you swallow thickly, straightening yourself and locking your eyes with his.

you gasp loudly, your hand hitting the counter and knocking your beer bottle onto the floor when he wraps his large hand around your throat, squeezing so tightly your vision began to instantly blur from the tears forming in your eyes.

“and you’re a fucking kook princess who thinks the world revolves around her. you think everyone has to fucking like you, but newsflash. you ain’t special either, princess”

you begin clawing at his hand, trying to pry him off of you, but he was much stronger than you. you whimper as he squeezes tighter, his fingers surely bruising the skin of your neck, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched you struggle under his hold. you tried to get words out, wanting to beg him to let you go, but you couldn’t breathe, much less talk, due to the grip he had on you.

“what was that princess? i didn’t quite catch that”

you dig your fingernails into the back of his hand, leaving half crescent shapes in the skin. you use your free hand to continue pushing at his chest, hot tears flowing down your cheeks as you felt your head becoming fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.

jj finally releases your throat, pushing you back into the fridge when he does. you begin gasping for air, trying to suck as much oxygen as you could back into your lungs. “what the fuck jj? are you fucking psychotic?”

you begin rubbing at your throat, trying to ease the sting from where his hands were. another gasp leaves your mouth when jj is in front of you again, bodies so close you could feel his bulge against your thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. he takes his hands and tightly grabs your arms, turning your bodies and pushing your back into the countertop, more pain shoots through you from the impact.

“you really need a fucking attitude adjustment, princess. and i think i know just how to fix it”

your breath hitches in your throat as jj inches his face closer to you, his lips ghosting over yours. you’d be lying if you said the aggression that spewed from him wasn’t a turn on to you, the ache between your legs and arousal pooling into your panties an obvious indicator that you were in fact turned on.

“what- what’re you gonna do? hmm? i bet you don’t even know how to properly fuck a girl” you spit out, your noses brushing over one another as you keep your eyes locked on his.

this just made jj even angrier, he places his hands back around your throat, smashing his lips against yours roughly. you let out a strangled moan when he slips his tongue into your mouth, using the grip on your throat to pull you further into him.

you melt into him for a moment, your lips moving fervently with his. it’s a mess of teeth and tongues, the feel of jj’s hard cock pressed firmly into your thigh making you wetter, needier. he releases your throat, running his hands up the sides of your face and digging his finger into your hair, tugging at it lightly.

your mind begins racing, your senses finally hitting you. you push jj off, slapping him across the face, his head whips to the side from the impact.

“i’m not sleeping with you, jj”

jj slowly turns his head toward you, bringing a hand up to rub at the spot you’d just slapped. “oh yeah? i’d bet you’ve soaked those pretty little panties of yours, why don’t we find out, hmm?”

you begin rapidly shaking your head, biting down on your bottom lip so hard you taste blood. you try to push past jj’s body, but he has you caged in, your back firmly pressed against the counter top. jj’s hands fly to the waistband of your sleep shorts, pushing a hand down and into your panties, his thick fingers running through your slick folds making your head throw back in pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as you try and stave off your moans.

“what’d i say? you’re fucking soaked, your pussy is begging to be fucked by me”

a small whimper escapes your lips when jj shoves his index finger into your soaked core, thrusting it in and out of you slowly as his dark eyes stay locked on yours. you could see the enjoyment on his face, he enjoyed watching you fall apart for him, he loved the control he had over you in the moment.

and as much as you wanted to push him off of you, tell him to go fuck himself, you were enjoying this too much.

“jj” you breathe out, chest heaving up and down.

he swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, shoving another finger into your cunt. he begins harshly thrusting them in and out of you, his palm firmly pressed against your clit.

you feel your orgasm building inside you, the band threatening to snap when he curves his fingers slightly, hitting that sweet spot deep inside you that no man has ever found.

“i-i’m gonna cum, jj. fuck, s’close!” you whine, grinding yourself against his hand, chasing your high as he pushes his fingers roughly into you. you begin clenching around his fingers, your release threatening to burst out of you.

jj stops, pulling his fingers from inside you and sucking them clean. “mmm, the princess tastes so good, who knew?”

you throw your head up, eyes narrowed toward him in annoyance. “jj what the fuck, why’d you stop?!”

jj chuckles darkly, his hands flying to the back of your hair as he smashes his lips to yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. you moan against his lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

he pulls your lips from his, holding your head back as his dark eyes burn into yours. “bratty little sluts like you don’t get to cum that easily”

you pout. “but-“ you begin but your words die on your tongue, jj’s tight grip on your hair pulling a whine from your lips. he begins pulling you to the couch by your hair, your legs failing to keep up with his long strides causing you to stumble and trip over your own two feet.

jj tosses you onto the couch, a dark laugh falling from his mouth as he watches you stare back at him in frustration.

“take your clothes off, now”

you hesitantly pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor in front of you before you move to pull your shorts and panties down your legs. you feel your face heating up, feeling a little too exposed in front of jj for your liking.

jj sucks in a sharp breath, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes scanned the length of your naked body.

he takes a step toward you, making you flinch and scoot yourself further into the couch. you weren’t afraid of him, but after the way he’s been all night, it was out of instinct to flinch away from him.

“don’t be scared, gonna fuck the attitude right out of you, and then we can go back to acting like the other doesn’t exist, got it?”

“o-okay”

jj pulls at the waistband of his sweatpants, shoving them down his legs and kicking them to the side. your eyes go wide when you see his impressive length pressed against his thigh through the fabric of his briefs. you’d always heard rumors about jj’s size, but seeing it for yourself, he looked much bigger than you’d expected.

jj leans forward, gripping at your arms and yanking you upright. he pulls you to your feet, sitting on the couch and patting at his legs, making you cock your head to the side in confusion.

“c’mon, lay across my lap”

you do as he says, laying your body across his lap. you weren’t sure what his plan was, but you were too turned on to care, whatever he had in store for you would be worth it.

slap!

you wince, the feel of jj’s hand landing harshly on your ass making you whimper. “what’re you-“ slap! jj’s hand lands another harsh slap against your ass, tears forming in your eyes from the pain left behind.

“just a little discipline, you need to learn not to talk back all the fucking time, not to have such a fucking attitude”

he lands another harsh slap to the other side of your ass, the burn you felt from his hands making tears flow quickly down your face.

jj begins rubbing at your ass, his large hands kneading at the flesh. you sigh in relief when you think he’s finally done with the spanking, but your mind goes blank when you feel him land yet another rough smack.

he pulls you up, sitting you on the couch and wiping his thumb across your cheek. “stop fucking crying”

you sniffle, nodding your head and wiping your tears away from your face.

you watch as jj makes his way toward john b’s room, returning quickly with a condom in hand. you watch in awe as he slides his briefs down his legs, his large cock springing free and slapping at his stomach.

“stop staring, princess. s’not nice” your eyes meet his, an amused smirk on his face when he sees the look of fear in your eyes. he strokes himself a few times before he rips the foil packet open with his teeth, sliding the condom down his length and stepping toward you. “it’ll fit, don’t worry. and if it doesn’t, i’ll make it fit”

you swallow the lump in your throat, nodding your head as you watch him fall onto the couch. “come sit on my cock, want you to ride me”

you stand from your spot on the couch so quickly you trip over your own feet, stumbling forward, hands pressed firmly into jj’s chest. you throw one leg over his waist, straddling him and gripping his cock in one hand. you begin grinding your hips over his length, a low groan pulled from him.

“stop fucking teasing me, i don’t want to have to hurt you again, but i will”

you nod your head, reaching behind you and grasping his cock in your hands, stroking him softly and lining him up with your entrance. you push the head in slowly, gasping when the thick head pushes into you.

jj groans. “fuuuck”

you fully sink yourself onto him, a loud moan falling past your lips. you dig your fingernails into his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck as you sit still, trying to adjust to his size.

jj grips your hips, sliding you up slowly before pushing you back down harshly. your breath hitches in your throat when the head of his cock hits your g-spot. “fuck, jj, fuck!”

he lands a slap to your ass, a whimper falling from your lips at the action. “move, now” jj demands, both his hands landing harsh slaps to your ass cheeks again.

you quickly do as he says, bouncing yourself up and down his length. the sounds of both your skin slapping together, soft whimpers and loud moans fill the room.

jj runs his hands from your hips to your ass, gripping at the flesh hard, landing smacks as you continue to bounce yourself up and down. “such a good fucking slut, bouncing yourself on my cock, the cock of the man that fucking hates you”

you whimper, jj’s cock pushing into you so deep you could feel it in your stomach. the head of his cock continuously hits at your sweet spot, the band in your belly begins to tighten, your vision blurred with tears. “jj, i’m gonna cum- fuck! i’m gonna cum!”

you hear jj tsk, his hands making purchase on your hips again as he stops your movements. “you don’t fucking cum until i say you can, got it? brats don’t get to cum whenever they fucking want”

you whine, your hand slithering between the two of you, fingers finding your clit instantly. you begin rubbing slow circles around your sensitive bud, trying to chase your orgasm despite jj’s telling you no.

jj’s hand grabs yours, pulling it from your clit and twisting your arm behind your back. “are you disobeying me, princess? i would recommend you not do that”

jj begins pounding his hips up into yours, his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot, a string of curses and moans falling from your lips at his continued abuse to your cunt.

“such a tight fucking pussy. who knew the girl i fucking hate would feel so fucking good” jj groans, his voice low and raspy.

he begins placing sloppy kisses around your neck, his teeth nipping at the skin. you feel his thrusts getting sloppy, letting you know he was close to his orgasm. “j, can i please cum? please” you whine, tears flowing down your face from the pressure you felt between your thighs.

jj sinks his teeth into your shoulder, his dick stiffening as he bursts into the condom.

“fuckfuck, go on, cum. be a good slut and cum all over me”

his words were all it took to send you flying over the edge, your release bursting from you in body shaking euphoria.

“jj, shit, feels so fucking good jj” you cry out, his hips pounding into you a few more times before he goes limp beneath you.

you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to slow your breathing. jj slaps at your ass, making you lift your head as he lifts you from his lap, tossing you to the side.

jj chuckles, standing from the couch and pulling the condom off of himself, tossing it into the trash. “thanks for that, i’m gonna sleep good now”

he opens the fridge, pulling out a beer and opening it. he takes a long sip as he makes his way back into the living room, grabbing his underwear and sweatpants from the floor and slipping them back on.

“we don’t talk about this, ever. got it? it was just.. hate sex? someone had to fuck the attitude out of you. this changes nothing, you mean nothing to me, and i still hate you”

you sit on the couch, tears beginning to fill your eyes again as you stare at him in shock. you felt dirty, used, hurt. he just fucked you for fun? he still hated you? you were regretting your decision to sleep with him now, even though you never fully said you wanted to, you never said no, never stopped him.

jj laughs darkly at the expression on your face, taking another sip from his beer, his head shaking in amusement as he disappears down the hallway and into john b’s room.

you bring your knees up to your chest, letting silent, choked sobs escape your throat. jj fucking maybank. this changed everything, and now, you fucking hated him as much as he hated you.

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[lizardboiii]

At The Tone ┃ DCU

Barry Allen x Spider-Woman!Reader

┃ Summary: Sometimes bad things happen to good people - and that’s where the Justice League comes in. Too bad you weren’t interested.

“Think I forgot how to be happy Something I'm not, but something I can be" Billie Eilish, "What Was I Made For?"

│cw: SFW, alcohol abuse, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief, hurt/comfort, violent themes

│wc: 3.9k

│chapters: One shot

│notes: This fic has been sitting unfinished (with 2k words!!) in my drafts for a WHILE. randomly decided it needed to see the light of day ig. was gonna make it nsfw but i low key hate it and just wanted too move on oops. enjoy <3

・❥・

│One Shot: At The Tone

You have five new messages.

“Good afternoon, Spider-Woman this is Cla-”

You heard a throat clear.

“It’s Superman. I see you still aren’t picking up any of the team’s calls,” He swallowed thickly, “I understand your recent loss was… hard. Something none of us would have wished for anybody.”

You could feel the tension in his voice.

“Please take all the time you need. The league is more than capable of taking care of New York in your absence for the time being.”

The sound of a pen clicking disrupted the message every so often, “But at least give us some indication you're alive…and well. The team cares about you,” He chuckled warmly, “Even “Mr. I Work Alone” Batman himself.”

His laugh dropped abruptly with a soft sigh, “Call me back when you can.”

Beep

You crawled out of bed slowly, dragging your duvet behind you like a cloak. The plush cotton laid heavy on your shoulders. You wondered if this was how Big Blue felt every morning - the weight of knowing everything depending on him once he bore his iconic red cape. 

You knew what that weight felt like, and you knew what it felt like to have it all come crashing down.

You have four new messages 

“How’s it hanging, Spidy? Haha, you get it?” A dramatic sigh escaped the machine, “Sorry, poor timing.”

He took a moment to regroup, “It's Green Lantern, just calling to check in. Headquarters has been depressing without you. I mean even Martian Manhunter is down in the dumps. It's a total bummer.”

Another sigh, “Listen you don't have to call me back if you don’t want to, but at least let Flash know you're still alive. He needs you more than he lets on.”

Beep

You groaned at the shrill ring of the answering machine. The outdated tech was too cherished to be discarded but the pulsing headaches you received from it almost outweighed the fond memories of Aunt May.

Thoroughly woken up, you entered your kitchenette. Your eyes shifted between the week old coffee pot on your stove to the half empty Hennessy bottle next to it. 

Maybe this time you would make the right choice. A sober evening is a good evening. However, the battle was always rigged to begin with and the winner already predetermined.

The Hennessy felt burdensome in your hand as you took a long swig. It burned violently down your throat, eating at your skin, before finally settling warmly in your stomach. Though you hated to admit it, it satisfied you more than any pot of coffee could.

Staggering to your couch, courtesy of one of New York’s finest sidewalks, you flopped down. The cushions were well used and musty. But who were you to pass up a free couch?

You have three new messages

“Spider-Woman.”

There was a lengthy pause.

“Your recent inactivity has caused some concerns regarding your whereabouts. The league seems to be having a hard time focusing on missions with your absence.”

Bats’ uncertainty leaked through the phone as he thought of his next sentence, “You have my condolences, Webs. However, the league cannot continue to work with this distraction. Please report to the Hall of Justice immediately.”

He hesitated, “We are worried.”

Beep

An involuntary snort escaped you. Bats’ attempt at comfort was interesting to say the least. He was surprisingly awkward for a leader of the Justice League. Though you supposed dark and brooding was his brand.

You have two new message

“Greetings, Spider-Woman, Wonder Woman speaking.”

You could hear muffled arguing in the background.

“Batman may have been a bit…straightforward in that last voicemail,” She attempted a fake laugh, “Please do not mind his bluntness, he is merely just as concerned as the rest of us. In his own way at least.”

A loud slam made her curse under her breath.

“I apologize I must go, the “children” are fighting again. Don’t hesitate to call back. See you soon, Webs.”

Beep

Lifting the liquor to your lips, your brows creased when only a drop hit your tongue. Out already?

You let out an exaggerated sigh before placing the empty bottle on your coffee table. A quick glance at your barren pantry told you everything you needed to know. You’d have to go out and get some more. You felt your face scrunch. That means you have to go out in public.

You weighed your options. 

You could stay inside and continue to peacefully hide from the world, but you're guaranteed to sober up eventually.

Or you could make a quick trip to the convenience store down the road and pray the minimum wage employee can’t smell the alcohol on you from a mile away. 

You hummed thoughtfully. Though, now that you think about it, there’s a off chance you might run into the supe that’s covering your city for the time being. Then again, there’s a very high chance it’s not someone from the Justice League, a member from The Team at best. 

Massaging your forehead, you tried to remember the last time a Justice League member took a leave of absence. A blonde goatee flashed in your mind.

That’s right. Green Arrow was out for a while when he got busted up pretty bad. His protégé, Speedy, ended up babysitting Star City in his absence. You bit your lip. 

But you didn’t have one of those anymore.

You have one new message

“Hey Webs! Sent me to voicemail again, huh?”

An awkward laugh made the machine crackle.

“Just calling to check up on you. How are you doing? Feeling alright? Just say the word and I can grab you anything from anywhere. I mean literally anywhere. They don’t call me the fastest man alive for nothing!”

You could practically hear the large smile embedded on his face.

A large sigh passed through the speaker, “It’s been a month now. The team misses you…I miss you. A lot actually.”

He paused.

“Just call me back alright? I need to know if you're okay.”

Beep

Your hand paused over your front door handle. Flash’s deep voice was like a siren's call, beckoning you in. 

What you’d give to turn around. What you'd do to call him back. It took everything in you to force yourself away from his voice.

Your best friend. 

Your confidant. 

Your everything. 

You have zero new messages

・❥・

You weaved through the bustling sidewalk with a slight wobble, managing to dodge a third of the people you almost crashed into. Night was quickly approaching. That meant the streets were only going to get busier. 

More people = More crime = More superheroes.

Fumbling into a dimly lit alley, you avoided Main Street completely. It was too risky. Even in your civilian disguise there was no guarantee your voice wouldn’t be recognized - mainly by your teammates but especially by… Flash.

You recalled how often you sought each other out in the Hall of Justice. Whether it was meddling in the business of others, or simply enjoying the company of one another.

His hand always seemed to find its way to the small of your back. Gently resting. While his thumb delicately circled the thin fabric of your suit. 

He leaned in closer than he should. The dull smell of his cologne inevitably picked up by your heightened senses. 

It wasn't how friends should behave - but that's all you ever were. Friends.

Thwack!

You slammed yourself against one of the side walls in surprise, extinguishing your mind of complex thoughts. Creeping closer, you cursed in your head when harsh thumps and muffled grunting filled the air. 

“Where’s my money, Huey?”

Crack!

“I-I don’t know! Please!”

Whack!

You recognized the tell-tale sound of blood splattering against the ground, akin to paint splashing. The sound made you nauseous. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you thought of your next move. 

Now, on any normal occasion you’d swing in all heroic and save the day. But today was different. You were different. 

Excuses flooded your brain as you tried to explain to yourself why you felt little desire to help the abused man. 

Your suit was at home crammed somewhere in between an ugly Christmas sweater and a latex bodysuit you practically begged Cat Woman not to give you. 

Even if you had the energy, you were still considered MIA to the league. You’d basically be spoon feeding them your location. 

Your internal dilemma didn’t last long as the pummeling swiftly came to an end. Peaking around the corner, you watched the assistants retreat into an adjacent alley. They moved lazily. Clearly they didn’t expect to be caught.

You could still catch them.

You found yourself making an internal description. Two Caucasian males both wearing black beanies and disgustingly outdated puffer jackets. The taller one sported purple and green. While the shorter preferred yellow. 

Your foot shifted before you felt yourself hesitate. Maybe you shouldn’t. They’d probably be caught soon enough anyways. 

If anything, the supe covering your city would swoop in and haul their asses to the local jail. Especially when you called an ambulance for the man who was passed out on the ground. It would put this area on tonight's map. You sighed and finally allowed yourself to relax. 

This was fine. 

Everything was fine. 

Shifting your eyes to the ground, you located the poor soul who suffered the attack. His breathing was ragged and wet. You were quick to put two fingers on his neck, checking for a pulse. A wave of relief crashed through you when you felt a steady beating.

Pulling out your phone, you immediately dialed 911 and requested an ambulance, anonymously of course. You stayed with the man until you could hear loud sirens growing closer. Your sign to leave. 

Exiting the alleyway, you reached the small convenience store in record time. The adrenaline in your system was starting to make quick work of the alcohol in your bloodstream. 

You could feel your senses beginning to come back. Eyes clearer. Ears sharper. You could practically hear the heartbeats of everyone in the store. 

Groaning at your misfortune, you beelined for the alcohol section in the back. My god was it beautiful. Itching to return home, you grabbed a random bottle that had the highest percentage. Taste didn’t matter. Only the effect.

Glancing at your selection you choked on your own spit. 30 dollars?? The glass bottle was swiftly put back as you grabbed the cheapest one you could find. Tucking the Shitty K under your arm, you turned to walk to the register.

“PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP, OLD MAN.”

You froze. Extending your neck out, you caught a glimpse of the register. 

Purple, green, and yellow.

You had to be fucking kidding.

You watched as the two assailants from the alley held the elderly cashier at gunpoint. His form shook like a leaf. 

“Please! Just take the money and leave!”

You caught his eyes as he begged for his life. Tear filled and shaking. You could have prevented this. If you would have just stopped them when you had the chance none of this would have happened.

You could have saved the man in the alley. Saved the poor cashier.

You could have saved Uncle Ben too. 

Your eyes watered. Fucking pathetic mistake. What the hell were you doing? You weren’t a teenager anymore. You were a grown adult who should have learned from your mistakes by now.

Shifting your eyes from the vodka to him, you pressed your lips in a thin line. You didn’t know what hurt more. The fact that you were repeating past mistakes or the fact that you wanted to take the more expensive alcohol and leave unnoticed.

When did you become this? 

No wonder you let Spider-Girl die.

You needed a drink. Desperately.

Abruptly, a whiplash of red and yellow snatched you from your daydream. The streaking shape blew over the newspaper stand before spinning around the starstruck perpetrators. You knew those McDonald's colors from anywhere. 

Kid Flash.

Like any speedster, he removed the gun in milliseconds before tying up the confused robbers. They stood no chance against the meta-human.

Dusting off his hands, Kid Flash smiled smugly at the dumbfounded duo, “Guns aren’t currency, you know?”

The man in yellow thrashed violently, “What the hell-Kid Flash!? Why are you in New York? Spidey taking a break or something?”

You cringed.

Kid Flash’s boyish voice laughed awkwardly, “Something like that.”

You need to get out of here. Now.

Slowly backing into the aisle, you clenched your teeth when your elbow hit the shelf. The bottles tinked in a symphony, altering everyone in the store of your presence. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Instantly, you snatched your coat hood and covered your face and hair. Staring into the grime covered tiles, you prayed Kid Flash wouldn’t think too much of it.

“Hello?”

Of course. The one time he’s actually thorough.

“Are you alright?”

Bright yellow boots came into your vision as you tried to conceal yourself further. You hunched into yourself with clenched fists. Mistaking your actions for something else, Kid Flash placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey it’s okay! You don’t have to be sacred!”

You bite into your lip eager to escape the conversation, “I’m not. Please let go.”

Kid Flash laughed, sounding a little too similar to Flash in your opinion. Removing his hand from your shoulder, he stood next to you with his hands on his hips. 

“Then why are you hiding?” A red glove entered your vision. It was headed straight for your hood.

You slapped his hand away, “Didn’t your parents tell you not to talk to strangers.”

He shrugged, “That rule doesn’t really apply to superheroes.”

You couldn’t contain the breathy laugh that left your throat. You hate to admit it but you actually really missed the kid. 

However, you failed to realize your mistake. If anyone knew your laugh it was Kid Flash. You spent way too much time around him and Flash for him not too.

There was a long pause. 

“…Webs?”

You flinched hard, “Wrong person.” You internally cursed at yourself for the obvious slur in your voice.

“Are you drunk?”

“…No.”

His hand grabbed your upper arm tightly, “Where have you been? Are you okay?”

You gently pulled against his hold, attempting to break free without force, “I’m fine.”

“No you aren’t,” Kid Flash raised his hand to his ear piece, “Just let me notify Flash-”

“NO!”

Your arm flew up to the communicator without thought. Taking advantage of his surprise, you were able to snatch the high tech earpiece from his loosen grip.

“Hey!” 

Kid Flash grabbed at you. His lanky limbs attempting to reclaim his lost device, “Let go!”

“You let go!” You shoved his face away with the palm of your hand. 

Kid Flash merely continued to grab at the air around you, “Never!”

If this was any other situation you would have laughed. The pair of you looked like children fighting over the last dessert.  

However, this wasn't just any situation. This situation involved Flash. 

“Listen to your elders you brat!” Finally, after a well fought struggle, you managed to hold the device out of arm's reach. A much needed success after the month you've had- 

“Webs?”

You halted in your tracks.

The small communicator in your hand blinked on and off, identifying an unstable signal. 

“Webs is that you?” Flash was urgent, “Wait there! I'm coming-”

You crushed the device in your hand. Terrified.

Small fragments engraved themselves into your skin, dotting your hand red. What have you done? 

“Batman’s gonna kill you for that, you know?” Kid Flash laughed in an attempt to lighten the mood. 

You frowned, uninterested in entertaining him. Kid Flash merely smiled awkwardly. It was evident the boy was taken aback by your unusually serious demeanor. 

The thought didn't take up much space in your mind. You could only think of one thing. When would Flash decide to appear out of thin air?

As if conjuring the hero, a red bolt flew through the mostly empty convenience store. The glass doors shook from the force. While newspapers scattered through the air, Vogue landed atop the cashier's head. 

Though he moved faster than the speed of light, he stood before you still. Unmoving. It was as if you might fade away if he got too close. 

“Webs,” His voice was laced with reverence. 

Your mouth went dry, “Flash.”

The tension between the two of you was thick enough to cut with a knife, suffocating you. Maybe this was how Flash planned to get back at you for ignoring him. Slowly killing you with hypoxia. A metaphorical death pertaining to how he felt during your absence. 

“Woah, this just got really awkward.” 

Kid Flash’s voice suddenly reminded you of his presence. He swayed uncomfortably. Trapped between you and Flash.

The younger male pointed his thumbs at the door, “Should I leave…or?”

“Yes.” 

Startled at your synchronous voices, Kid Flash quickly shuffled toward the door, “Alright. See you later?”

Flash nodded his head in response, ushering his protégé away. Kid Flash couldn't leave fast enough. Magazines, once again disturbed, twirled around the ground from where he left.

You stared at the loose paper. Preferring the sight of perfume ads then whatever expression Flash held. From the corner of your eye you should see him shift. He moved with unease. Your mouth curled slightly. He never was able to stop moving for long. 

“Webs, I-”

You cut him off, “I’m sorry.”

Flash furrowed his brows in confusion, “You don’t need to apologize. It's not your fault.”

“But it is,” You clenched your teeth in frustration, “It's always been my fault.”

The taller male crossed the space between you hesitantly. You flinched when he placed his large hands on your shoulders, completely engulfing them. 

“It wasn't your fault, Webs. Nobody could have known.”

“I could have saved her,” you finally met his gaze, “I was right there.”

You saw his eyes widen slightly, clearly used to your masked form more than your real face. 

Your name spilled from his lips. 

Not just Webs - your name.

You took a shaky breath, “Barry.”

The name was foreign on your tongue. You had tried to keep your personal life separate from hero work. Though that only lasted a year. Barry managed to weasel his way into your home life before you knew it.

You wouldn't have it any other way.

Barry’s hands slid from your shoulders down to your hands, caressing them softly. “Believe me when I say this,” He took a deep breath, “I’ve been in your position before. We all have.”

Breaking eye contact, your stare bore into the wall of cheap booze, “I know.”

“And I know,” He cupped your cheek, “That drinking away your problems won’t help. It only makes it worse.”

You bit your lip, “I just want to forget.”

“I know. God, I know. I want to go back and change that day every time I open my eyes,” He placed his head in the crook of your neck, “But I've been down that road before. And it's not sustainable.”

Your eyes felt hot, your throat dry, “I don’t know what to do.”

Barry pulled your smaller frame into his arms, “No one does.”

You sunk into his embrace, inhaling his scent.

“Let me take you home, Webs.”

“Okay.”

・❥・

You held tightly onto Barry, arms circling his neck, as he brought you home. You had barely enough time to blink before you were standing in front of your apartment’s door.

Barry hesitantly let you down from his hold. Though his arm stayed wrapped around your waist for support. You gave him a gentle smile as a thank you. 

Unlocking your door, you were immediately reminded of the state of your apartment. Dirty laundry and loose items scattered the floor. 

Shame crept up your neck. The uncaring attitude towards your humble abode seemingly disappeared.

Barry entered slowly, taking in the messy state. His eyes were quickly drawn to the empty bottles strewn about your floor. Unsurprisingly, he began to pick one up. Then another. And another. You snapped when he started to replace your trash bag.

“Barry.”

His head whipped toward you, only focusing on you.

“That's enough,” You tried grabbing the bag from him, “You don’t need to.”

Barry held onto the plastic tightly, “I want to.”

You shook your head, “It's my mess. Leave it.”

“No.”

You jolted in surprise at his commanding tone, “Why?”

He tossed the bag to the side, “Why?” 

Laughing dryly, he shook his head, “Why not? Why wouldn't I take care of you?”

You averted your gaze, “I don’t need you to take care of me.”

“But you do,” his voice was imbued with desperation, “If you didn’t, I wouldn't have spent a month doing everything in my power to find you!”

Your face felt hot, “I didn't ask you too!”

Barry closed in the space between you, “You didn't have too!”

You weren't sure when the tears began to pour down your cheeks, “I never wanted you too! I just want to be alone! Why can’t you let me be?”

“Because I can't let you be!” Barry’s hand slammed down on your tiny island counter, “You're all I think about! From the moment I wake up to the time I go to sleep, all I know is you. I would rather you hate me for the rest of my life just to see you for a moment than ever ignore you.”

You felt like a deer in headlights, “What?”

“That day when Spider-Girl died,” He gripped the counter, slightly cracking it under the force, “I felt like I lost a piece of you too. And I could bear it.”

You felt like you lost your breath when Barry met your gaze again. His eyes were laced with anguish. Bloodshot rims already forming.

“I know you're hurting. I know what I am experiencing is nothing compared to what you are going through,” He searched your eyes, “But I'm in love with you! And I have been for as long as I can remember.” 

The start of a cry made his voice waver, “And this is definitely poor timing for a confession, but I can’t lose you-”

You weren't exactly sure which one of your muscles was still intact enough for you to move. However, the feeling of plush lips against your own thwarted any other thought.

Barry stood rigid for a moment. Hands clenched at his sides. Then, he dominated the kiss like his life depended on it. His hands held onto your waist tightly, before slowly making their way to your face. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this happy.

Pulling away, you took shallow breaths, “I love you.”

Barry smiled and swiped a loose teardrop from your cheek, “I love you too.”

The warm moment didn't last long. Your mind was quick to remind you that there was a reason Barry had to confess in a messy studio apartment rather than someplace special. That reason was because you were broken.

You pressed you mouth into a thin line, “Do you still want me even if-”

“I want you no matter what,” Barry didn’t allow you to get another word in, “We can go through this together.”

He placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “You're not alone, Webs. You never were.”

You swallowed hard, “Together?”

"Together."

・❥・

[httpsdana]

Promt 6 where kenan tries to make his friend reader jealous by getting a girlfriend and hanging out with her when he is with reader until reader actually finds someone who she thinks he cares for her. Kenan sees her with the guy and confesses it to her

What Could've Been~Kenan Yildiz

・❥・prompt list

・❥・masterlist -> part 2

・❥・who I write for

6-“Maybe if I had told you how I felt sooner, none of this would’ve happened,”

Kenan wasn’t sure when it started—the subtle pang of jealousy whenever y/n mentioned hanging out with other guys or the way his heart raced when she laughed a little too much at someone else’s joke. But instead of admitting his feelings, he made a mistake.

He got a girlfriend.

It wasn’t serious. She was sweet, pretty even, but she wasn’t her. He told himself it was just a way to get over y/n or maybe to test if she cared about him the same way. So, he brought her everywhere. To game nights, parties, even casual coffee runs where y/n used to have him all to herself.

y/n noticed, of course. She wasn’t blind. And with each visit, each laugh he directed at her, something in her cracked.

“Kenan, does she have to be here every time?” she asked one evening when she'd invited him to hang out, hoping for just a little of the old normalcy.

“She’s my girlfriend,” he replied casually, leaning back in his chair like it didn’t matter. “What’s the big deal?”

She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “Forget it. Do what you want.”

He should’ve stopped. The pain in her voice wasn’t lost on him, but his pride wouldn’t let him admit it. Maybe he thought if he kept this up, she'd eventually say something. But the day she walked into the party with another guy by her side, laughing and holding his arm, Kenan realized he’d gone too far.

Mateo. That was his name.

Kenan hated him immediately, though he couldn’t find a valid reason why. Mateo was polite, funny, and, most infuriatingly, he made y/n happy. Kenan watched them from across the room, laughing like she hadn’t in weeks, and something ugly clawed at his chest.

Later, when he found her alone in the kitchen grabbing drinks, he cornered her.

“So,” he said, leaning against the counter, “Mateo, huh?”

y/n glanced at him, her smile fading. “Yeah. He’s great.”

“He seems... fine,” Kenan said, his voice tight. “But you don’t really like him, do you?”

Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. “Just that he doesn’t seem like your type.”

“Maybe he’s not. But at least he treats me like I’m important,” she shot back, slamming the fridge shut. “Which is more than I can say for you.”

That stung. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, stepping closer.

She crossed her arms, glaring at him. “You parade your girlfriend around like you’re trying to prove something. Do you have any idea how humiliating that’s been for me? Watching you act like I don’t matter anymore?”

“You think I don’t care about you?” he snapped, his frustration bubbling over.

“Do you?” she countered, her voice trembling. “Because it sure doesn’t feel like it.”

The silence was deafening, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. Then, Kenan sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Maybe if I had told you how I felt sooner, none of this would’ve happened,” he muttered, his voice breaking.

y/n froze, staring at him with wide eyes. “What did you just say?”

“I’m in love with you,” he admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. But I was scared, okay? Scared you wouldn’t feel the same. So, I screwed everything up.”

Her lips parted in shock, and then anger flashed in her eyes. “You’re unbelievable.”

“What?” he asked, taken aback.

“You say you love me, but instead of telling me, you decided to get a girlfriend and rub it in my face?” she said, her voice rising. “Do you have any idea how much that hurt, Kenan? How many nights I spent wondering why I wasn’t enough for you?”

“I thought—” he began, but she cut him off.

“You thought what? That I’d magically figure it out while you flirted with someone else right in front of me?” she shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “You’re such a coward.”

The word hit him like a slap. “You’re right,” he said softly. “I am. But I swear, I never meant to hurt you.”

y/n looked away, swallowing hard. “I don’t know if I can just forget all of this, Kenan. You broke my heart.”

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life fixing it if you let me,” he said, stepping closer but not daring to touch her just yet. “Please. I love you. Only you.”

For a long moment, she didn’t say anything. Then, finally, she looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and something else—hope.

“You have a lot to make up for,” she said, her voice trembling.

“I know,” he whispered. “But I’ll do whatever it takes.”

When he reached for her hand, she didn’t pull away. But when he leaned down to kiss her, she pulled away gently.

"break up with your girlfriend first. she doesn't deserve this" y/n murmured, making Kenan smile at her thoughtfulness

It wasn’t perfect, not yet. But it was a start.

[nanivinsmoke]

❥ 1000 Years Too Late

❥ heian!era sukuna x fem!reader

warnings: TRIGGERING & HEAVY spoils for the recent jjk chapter, if you don’t wanna be spoiled nor triggered, please don’t read.!

❥ trigger warnings & tags: mentions of death, suicidal thoughts & attempt, struggles with grief, reincarnation of sukuna’s deceased lover, unwanted pregnancy, depression, (sukuna inhabited a different body when he was with you) etc...

note: punishment for all my hunnibuns, since yall didn’t submit for the summer event. also i added a lil twist on the jjk plotline to fit this

it was over. they won, but you lost. lost the one thing that mattered to you.

you knew this was going to happen, but nobody can prepare you for death. how could they? especially for this one. they would judge you and shun you away from the academy, if they knew how you felt.

you watched as they rejoiced, reuniting and celebrating the end of sukuna, while you stood there sulking—trying so hard not to wallow in your sorrows.

he was the love of your life and now he is gone.

you stood at the spot where he died, trying so hard to feel his spirit or his energy, but there was nothing. he was truly gone. the two of you had fallen in love by accident, you couldn’t remember how it began, but you could remember how much the two of you loved each other. despite you both being on opposite sides, you couldn’t hate each other.

it was unfortunate how the world turned out for the two of you.

you entered your apartment and you immediately tensed up—immediately being hit with the cologne he used to wear. should you even be here? everything reminded you of him, the last plate in the sink that he used, the smell of the aftershave he used this morning, his crimson red slippers by the bed and his side of the bed that had grew cold.

you were alone, left alone once again. you lied down on his side of the bed, cuddling under the plush blanket, staring up at the ceiling—darkness clouding the room. ‘why’d you have to leave me? how am I supposed to move on?’ a tear trickled out of your eyes and then the flood gates opened.

you spent the whole night crying your eyes out, heart yearning for him once again.

the following days had gotten worse for you, you felt like you were decaying—mentally. you hadn’t left your place, ignoring the calls from your coworkers and your parents, you hadn’t showered, you had no motivation to nor have you eaten anything. his death took everything out of you, all you could do was drink. drink the pain away.

you sat in your bed tossing back the bottle of jack daniels that was sitting inside one of the kitchen’s cabinets. you had been drinking so much that the burn that accompanied the liquor had faded and it started to taste like juice. the vibrating sounds of your phone made you tense up, irritating you by the second while you ignored it; making you pick up—ready to drunkenly curse out the person on the other side.

that is until you heard their voice, the voice of your boyfriend's killer, the only one who knew of your relationship with the king of curses. yuuji itadori.

“hello? y/n–sensei?” you cringed, swallowing back your anger as you answered him back.

“hello yuuji, what’s up?” there was a pause on the other end and you took the opportunity to take another swig of the dark beverage.

“we haven’t seen you in a while….i just wanted to see how you were doing….” you had to stop yourself from chuckling, swallowing more and more of the bronze drink.

“im fine. is that all?” your words came out harsher than you intended, but that would’ve been a problem if you were in the right state of mind. “i'm not buying that. im coming to check on you, sensei. I’ll be there soon.” he said, hanging up on you—making you curse in frustration. you threw the bottle at the nearby wall, the glass shattering into a thousand tiny pieces and staining it with its contents.

you knew you shouldn’t be mad at him, he was a kid after all—being pulled into this mess, having to deal with everything as well. but, you didn’t know what else to do? who else to blame?

you got up from your bed, sulking on the way to the bathroom; stripping off your clothes and stepping to into the shower—turning on the water to boiling hot; the water burning away your thoughts. this was the only time you hadn’t thought about sukuna, the shower freed your mind. all you could think about was the pleasing feeling of the scalding water piercing your thoughts.

after a good ten minutes in the shower, you got out and put on something comfortable, waiting for the teen to come to your place. and a few more minutes, he was there, staring at you—like he could see right through you. “you miss him, don’t you?” the pink haired boy spoke, not wasting anytime. you looked at him and chuckled, before going into your favorite cabinet; the liquor cabinet. opening the strong bottle of vodka, you quick downed some; ignoring yuuji.

“before i killed him—,” he paused, seeing the look on your face after he said that before continued, ignoring your eyes. “he told me to go to this place, must’ve been his castle years ago, and told me to find this crate with your name on it.” he went out into the hallway and grabbed the crate, bringing it in to show you. it was filled with a bunch of letters, all signed to you.

“i never read any of them, y/n–sensei, i figured it was something special for you. help you get closure.”

“closure?” you stifled a laugh, raising any eyebrow at the boy. you burped, picking up the bottle of alcohol and shoving some more of its liquid down your throat. he could see that you were drunk, but you were also hurting.

“how the hell would you know what i need? hm?”

“because it’s not good to carry everything on your shoulders. trust me i know.” he put his hand onto of yours, eyes holding sincerity, but you couldn’t see that; heart wouldnt let you. you pulled away from him and stood a few feet back—face contorted into a scowl. “you should go.” yuuji opened his mouth to protest, but he knew shouldn’t. instead, he turned on his heels and head for the door, before saying one last thing.

“sensei, if you ever need help, im one call away.”

you avoided those letters like the plague. walking past them each time you went to retrieve a new bottle of your liquid medicine. you didn’t have the strength to, you feared that it might push you over the edge.

sukuna was on your mind heavily as you sat on the couch, flipping through the channels on the television—with a bottle in the other hand. you decided on a channel, a romantic movie playing on the big screen. you laughed in disgust at the main character, so helplessly in love—stupidly in love. you cringed when the character experienced her first heart break, rolling your tired eyes at her dramatics, that is until she received a letter. a letter from her lover.

it was like you were watching a movie about yourself. like someone was controlling you life in a way. you looked at the letter’s sitting on the island before looking back at the tv, before you got up and went over to the crate. You swallowed thickly and rummaged through them, pulling out one that had caught your eye. you ran your hand over the black ink, his handwriting thick and neat, envelope smelling just like him.

carefully tearing it open, you stared at the contents, finding a seat at the island.

‘ a thousand years ago, i ruled the world. i was nefarious, everyone bowed down to me—they respected me. i was king and then there was you, my queen. ’ you paused, taking a minute to process what the hell he was talking about. you took another swig from your personal mini bar before looking at the letter once more.

‘ i know you’re confused, i can see your face scrunching up in my mind. cute. ’ you giggled, heart swelling at you imagining him, imagining you.

‘ you were born a thousand years ago. you were everything i was not. you completed me, even though you were just a human, you made me feel more than just a curse. you made me, me. ’ your lips were trembling and you had to bite them to stop yourself from crying. he always had a way with words.

‘ you were fearsome, a little cruel at times (my kind of lady), but you were respected. however, some people didn’t feel the same and they had it out for you. you were cursed, one that would ultimately end up taking your life. after a passionate night of love making between you and i, we shared a kiss and that was the last one we ever shared. you died in my arms that night ’

plip. plip. plip.

your tears stained the letter, heart breaking into a thousand pieces. you knew that he was crying as he wrote this letter, words smudged where he was writing—that was rare for him. he was heartbroken just like you were.

' I watched the light go out of your eyes. i had to bury you. i was filled with emotions, one that i know a bit too well. rage. i killed everything and everyone in sight, trying to find a way to get you back…..it took me forever to find one. until, i met you again. the day that I saw you, i knew i had to keep you safe. you were fighting against me and i had to act like i didn’t know you, it was all part of my plan. i fell for you ten times harder and you slowly did as well. however, i found out that the curse reincarnated with you and how to break it. ’

you sipped the last of the burning booze, wiping your eyes that continuously watered with sadness. you pinched the letter, no longer wanting to read the rest of the letter, but you knew you had to. you had to know why, why the love of your life had to die.

‘ i found out the way to break it about a week ago and by the time you’re reading this, im probably already gone. the only way to break this curse was for me to die and i didn’t, you would die and be reincarnated over and over again if you continued to fall in love me. i couldn’t do it, I couldn’t see you die another thousand years later. i couldn’t lose you. so im doing what i gotta do. im sorry. ’

oh. the paper got wet.

the black ink smudged with your rainfall of tears. you couldn’t stop, your heart aching, breaking into a thousand pieces. why did the universe hate you? what did you ever do to deserve this? why did you have to live?

the bottle of bacardi fell to the floor, as you stumbled getting up—vision blurred with your sadness. you stepped on the clear shards, pricking your feet as you walked, not caring about the stinging sensation coursing through them. you staggered towards the bathroom, gripping the sink’s cool porcelain, & opening the medicine cabinet that lied behind the mirror. you picked up a random pill bottle, whipping the cap off and pouring a small handful into your mouth.

swallowing it with the help of the water from the sink’s faucet, you slid down to the tiled floor—sitting there until the drugs took full affect.

your eyes were getting weaker and weaker by the second, heart beating crazily in your chest and all you could do was lay back and smile. you were finally at peace, ready to be reunited with your love. until you felt a buzzing in your pants pocket. you weakly reached in and pulled out your phone, seeing the missed notification from itadori. oh. you smiled and opened the device, going to your text messages and pushing the little microphone icon.

“goodbye, yuuji.”

the effects of the pills consumed your body, putting you in a comatose state—a white light taking over your mind.

the sounds of medical machinery caused you to stir, eyes lids heavy as you tried to open them. the brightness of the lights above you, made you cringe, until you relaxed and was able to open them completely—taking around your surroundings. you were in fact, still alive.

you noticed there was tube inside of you mouth and you started to panic, that is until who hand came over and unplugged it for you, allowing you to gasp for air. “you’re lucky to be alive, y/n. thank yuuji for that.” shoko’s raspy voice rang in your ears and you met her eyes, tears welling in them.

“and did you know that you’re pregnant?” shoko asked and your eyes widened, there was no fucking way. after all that drinking you did, how can something like that survive in you?

almost like she could hear your thoughts, the brown haired woman spoke once more, “there seems to be some cursed energy in there. i don’t want to or need to know how, but i do need to know what do you plan on doing with it?” your mind was running a million miles per minute, a kid? a fucking fetus? you couldn’t, you couldn’t raise it—not now, not ever. not until you got help.

just as you were about to respond, there was a knock on your door and in came the pink haired teen. he smiled and looked at shoko, whom nodded her head and exited the room—leaving you two to have a mini staring contest. until, he decided to speak first, “I’ve got your text last night…I nearly raced over there—scooping you up and bringing you over here, auntie.” the name he called you made you raise an eyebrow.

“i went back to get a few things for you and I found the letter. it’s not your fault, you couldn’t control the past more can you control the future. it’s not his fault either. my uncle did what anyone would do in his situation, he might’ve dragged it a couple of times, but he lost the love of his life.” yuuji said with a little eye roll, causing you to chuckle.

“i know about your situation too…whatever you decide, im here every step of the way. you don’t need to do this on your own. he broke the curse so you could live, so live. “

you took those words to heart as you laid in the hospital bed, recovering. there was no doubt that you missed him and needed ryomen—but you know that dying now would make his death a waste. he died so you wouldn’t have to suffer, he was man; a cursed man yes—but he was the bravest man ever and you would forever love him.

“i got the last bag yuuji! tell fushiguro to help you with that one!” you shouted to the pink haired boy, grabbing the last bag from your empty apartment. you had recovered fully in shoko’s care a few weeks ago, you also signed up for therapy—to help you understand your feelings and better your mental health. you decided on getting rid of the unborn fetus, you were in no shape to carry such a thing. you weren’t strong enough and you knew sukuna would understand.

you sighed, looking around once more, taking in the memories before you moved to your new place. however, just as you were about to go, a white envelope caught your eye. you thought you shredded them all, but it seems that one was forgotten. setting down the bag of clothes, you leaned against the island and quickly opened it—heart thumping in anticipation.

‘ my love for you will never die. don’t fret my queen, ive might’ve been a thousand years too late, but i will forever love you a thousand years more. until we meet again. — ryomen . ’

you smiled, tears pouring out of your eyes while you kissed the letter, before bringing it over to the stove and lighting it on fire; burning it to a nice crisp.

that was the end of your story, but the beginning of a new one. take care, sukuna. and see you in hell.

[simpforboys]

Hi! I saw you wanted some Xavier requests.

So here I am with an idea 💡

So basically the reader helps Wednesday investigating and they get to Xavier's shed. He found them and Wednesday comes up with the excuse that the reader wanted to ask him to the Rave'n. A detail is... the reader "hates" him a lot😜🤘

Hope you like the idea. I haven't seen it done yet..🤷🏻‍♀️😂

hardest to love

xavier x fem!addams!reader

summary: after wednesday drags you to xavier’s art shed, you accidentally end up with a date to the rave’n.

warnings: enemies to lovers 🤭, swearing, fluff ending

i made this addams!reader because i thought it fit perfectly, no physical descriptions used tho!

AHHHH I LOVED WRITING THIS I HOPE ITS GOOD

“i cannot believe you dragged me out here.” you rolled your eyes, leaves crunching under your boots.

wednesday had practically begged you to come to xavier’s art shed with her. she insisted he had some sort of connection with the monster she was hunting.

“quit your complaining, it’s giving me a headache. and not the good kind.”

she had picked the lock to the shed and opened the door. you followed after her, seeing hundreds of drawings hung around the room.

“i told you.” wednesday exclaimed, showing off the illustrations of the same monster over and over again, the one wednesday claimed to see the night rowan died.

“this doesn’t make any sense-“

“i think it makes perfect sense. xavier and rowan were roommates, xavier was there the night rowan was attacked.”

as much as you didn’t like xavier, you also didn’t like how wednesday would go around throwing accusations.

you and xavier had immediately got off on the wrong foot. ever since the first day of school, he accidentally made a comment you didn’t like.

the dislike just grew the more he tried to hang around wednesday. you wanted to keep your family safe, much to wednesday’s dismay.

wednesday started gathering some of the drawings to use for evidence. “put them back, wednesday-“

“no. i need these.”

you and wednesday started bickering. all of a sudden, you heard leaves start crunching. “we need to leave.”

you exited the shed and wednesday followed after you. you two tried to silently walk away, but the stupid leaves made it almost impossible.

who the hell makes an art shed in the middle of the woods?

“y/n? wednesday?” xavier called out after you.

the two of you turned around almost instantly. wednesday stuck the drawings behind her back as she pursed her lips.

your stomach flipped with nerves. xavier approached you both suspiciously.

“what are you guys doing here?” he asked.

you were about to speak when wednesday blurted out, “y/n wanted to ask you something.”

“huh?” you said confused, wednesday kicking your leg.

xavier’s eyebrows furrowed at you two.

“about the dance…” wednesday trailed off. it was very difficult for her to hide her amusement at the look on your face.

“right…” you rolled your eyes.

“oh?” xavier smirked.

while you didn’t like xavier, the feeling was one sided. he had tried to apologize multiple times to you, but you never listened.

“are you really going to make me say it?” you asked through gritted teeth, heart pounding in your chest. your hands were shaking.

“oh, absolutely.” xavier grinned.

“w-“ you started. the words just didn’t want to come out of your mouth.

“will…”

“take your time.” wednesday whispered loudly. xavier laughed and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“will… y-you… go tothedancewithme?”

you rushed the last part out. you felt like you were going to faint as xavier looked you directly in the eyes.

“i’m sorry, could you repeat that?” xavier teased.

“i’m not repeating it.” you replied in a hostile yet embarrassed tone. your face was extremely hot.

“yes. i thought you’d never ask.”

“neither did i.” you mumbled to yourself.

➽─────────────────❥

you were beyond pissed at wednesday. pissed was an understatement.

“i cannot believe you made me ask! don’t you ever think, wednesday?” you were pacing around your room.

your normal calm nature was completely rattled.

but you weren’t the only one rattled.

xavier couldn’t believe you had asked him to the rave’n. ajax sat on xavier’s bed as xavier paced back and forth.

“i mean- why would she ask me?”

“maybe she secretly likes you, dude.” ajax replied.

xavier kept rambling on about your behavior and how sudden it was.

you were doing the same to wednesday. she was miserable as she wrote her novel.

“as much as i love to hear you in pain, could you please be quiet?”

“no! this is your fault, all because you’re obsessed with some stupid monster.”

“and you’re not obsessed with the idea of xavier thorpe taking you to the rave’n? hmm? don’t even lie, y/n. i see you stare at him in class. your cold demeanor will soon drop.”

➽─────────────────❥

you dreaded the day until the rave’n. what didn’t help, was thing insisted you wear a black gown to stand out.

“why am i even going?” you sighed. you sat on your bed with your head in your hand, staring down at the gorgeous black silk.

thing had even stolen a matching pair of black heels.

“i invited tyler to go with wednesday.” thing signed to you. immediately your mood changed knowing wednesday would be as miserable as you.

thing quickly signed to you to get dressed. you groaned, grabbing the gown and shoes. thing turned around as you slid the silk up your soft legs, a mid-cut v neckline that showed just the slightest cleavage.

you looked in the mirror and couldn’t even deny how good you looked.

thing then motioned for you to sit down. thing then proceeded to fix up your hair and gave you a nice necklace.

“thank you, thing.” you gave the hand a little kiss. thing signed, don’t mention it.

and there was a knock on the door. all the weight of the world just crashed down on you within two seconds.

“shit, shit, shit.” you swore as thing went over to open the door.

you spun around nervously and tried to find a place to hide. “woah.”

you pursed your lips as you turned around slowly. xavier, dressed in all white, looked at you in awe. he was holding a corsage.

“you look-“

“thanks.” you nervously held your hand out and he slipped the corsage on. you couldn’t help but notice his own shaking hands.

you shut the door behind you both. there was an awkward silence as xavier struggled to find something to talk about.

meanwhile, you were struggling to walk in your heels. “you okay?”

xavier motioned to your awkward walk.

“heels are the worst. they torture your feet, and not in a fun way.”

xavier smiled at you, offering his arm.

you hesitantly accepted. when his warm arm met your cold one you both swore some sort of electricity went off.

the walk through the quad was almost embarrassing. the weird looks everyone gave you as you walked with xavier.

it only got worse when you walked into the dance. “you guys look amazing!” ms thornhill complimented.

xavier thanked her, sensing your uncomfortable stature and brought you off to the side.

“do you see wednesday?” you asked him over the loud music.

you needed to talk to her.

“is that-“ xavier nodded towards where wednesday stood awkwardly with tyler.

you left xavier without a second word, striding over to wednesday. her blank gaze met you and she walked away from tyler to meet you in the dance floor.

“this is worse than a wedding.” wednesday said in disgust.

“i see thing got you back for what you did to me.” you motioned over to tyler, dressed in all white, standing there watching you two.

“thing was out to humiliate me. i at least saved us.”

you blinked at wednesday.

“someone misses you…” she motioned over to xavier looking at you like a sad puppy. he was talking to ajax, but his eyes never left yours.

“i guess we should get back to our dates.” you sighed.

“unfortunately.” wednesday agreed.

➽─────────────────❥

goo goo muck played loudly from the speaker.

you watched as wednesday did her dance with tyler, not even noticing your own body began to sway with the beat.

“wanna dance?” xavier asked.

you stared at him before nodding slowly.

if wednesday was dancing, you can dance too, right?

your body moved with the beat, the crowd forcing you and xavier tightly together.

it was freaky how close you two were. he moved his shoulders to the beat, eyes looking straight into yours as you did the same.

unbeknownst to you, everyone could feel the sexual tension between you too.

xavier’s body language quickly met yours and before you knew it, you danced together in a rhythm that surely anyone in a two feet radius could sense.

your face was mere inches from his, hands brushing against each other as you moved.

and you couldn’t even deny how good xavier looked. under the strobe lights, his hair slicked back into a bun, his white suit.

and before you could realize it, your lips were centimeters away. his lips slightly grazed yours, his big hand coming up to cup your jaw.

but as soon as xavier was about to connect your lips, the sprinklers started to go off releasing red substance everywhere.

“what the hell?” xavier groaned, the liquid getting all over his suit and face.

you stuck your finger into your mouth, xavier watching you in shock.

“paint.”

people screamed as they slipped onto the wooden floor. everyone made a run to the doors, the night ruined.

but for xavier, the only thing that was ruined was the fact he almost kissed you.

“let’s get outta here, yeah?”

you nodded at xavier as you held onto his arm once more. he led the two of you outside and into the quad where nevermore students stood upset.

“i have a spot where we can clean the paint up.”

➽─────────────────❥

xavier took you back to his art shed. the drawings and paintings you previously saw with wednesday were now gone.

you stood silently, watching xavier wipe the paint off his face and neck.

he removed his suit jacket, leaving him in his white button up and pants. the buttons to his shirt were slightly undone, leaving some of his chest exposed.

“you know, i never got to ask. why did you hate me so much?”

xavier was now staring at you. you felt nervous under his gaze.

“it wasn’t hate. it was dislike. i did not like the comment you made about my family in the beginning of the year.”

“it wasn’t meant to come out that way, y/n.”

“but it did. it did to me.”

xavier walked up to you. his piercing blue eyes stared directly into yours. you felt chills run down your body.

“i’m sorry.”

and you could tell he meant it. you’d never seen such a sincere look in someones eyes before.

“can i?” he motioned to the clean rag he lifted slightly above your face.

you nodded hesitantly.

xavier carefully ran the rag along your cheeks, nose, and forehead.

he stopped when he got to your lips, a strange look in his eye.

seeing the way he looked at you made you realize that everything was just one sided.

and with that realization, you grabbed xavier’s waist and pulled him into you.

xavier immediately kissed you, dropping the rag as he cupped your face.

you’d never experienced such passion, let alone in a kiss.

the electricity you seemed to feel appeared to get stronger, and maybe a couple sparks would fly.

but that didn’t matter, because xavier had finally got you. and you finally got what you never realized you needed.

[daddy-suguru]

𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞

anonymous - asked a question!

Everyone says Kento is a soft dom, and ngl I see it! But some days he just needs to come home to you already on your knees, waiting for him in that cute little set he likes (or maybe nothing at all). Some days he just needs to pound you until neither of you can move, and then sleep like a baby. It’s therapeutic, really❤️

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 ⇝ You help Kento relieve some stress by letting him fuck your throat till he cums.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ❥ explicit, stressed!strict!kento, friends with benefits au, service sub!reader, praise/encouragement, pussy slapping, throat fucking, gagging, hints at mirror sex, mentions of a buttplug, size kink, dacryphilia, light biting

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ❥ 2k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ⇝ I got very carried away with this. Because Kento would be so rough because he’s stressed but the words his sweet. Rough yet sweet stress fucking with Kento is top-tier brain rot that I devoted my whole day and night to this. If you can’t tell I really want his cock in my

‘Kneeling at the front door with your hands behind your back and your mouth open now.’ You are walking to the front door before you can even finish reading the text. Unlocking the front door and kneeling.

Your thick, thigh highs socks protect your knees from the chill of the floor. And the moment you hear the doorknob turn, you clasp your hands behind your back. Then tilt your head back, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out.

You don’t move as you hear the door shut and lock. Or when you hear Kento’s shoes hit the ground. Since based on him coming home two hours late, work had to be rough.

You hear a heavy sigh before Kento says, “You should play housewife for me more often. Coming home to you kneeling wearing my button-up shirt and no panties, waiting to suck the sweat off my cock is a sight I want to get used to.” Even after taking a shower, you didn’t want to pick a different shirt of his. When the shirt he wore yesterday still smells strongly of Kento. Since you were already breaking the first personal rule to being friends with befits with Kento by staying the night. Why not break another one and wear his clothes?

Kento finally steps in front of you, filling your vision and staring down at you. Your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy dripping from the way his tight red shirt hugs his chest.

Glancing up at Kento’s face, your reflection in his glasses catching your attention. You look needy with your mouth open, just waiting to be filled. With your spit dripping from the tip. While some of it trickles down your chin.

Kento says, “I hate working overtime. It has been every day this week.” The grabs his tie, undoing it and walking behind you. Kneeling to bind your wrists with his tie. Then reach around your body, his large arms making you feel smaller. As it sinks in that even when he kneels next to you, Kento still looms over your shorter stature.

Slowly Kento undoes each button of his shirt, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you in my shirt since I first saw you wear it this morning.” Spread the shirt apart. And the slipping his hands between your thighs, parting them.

The cool air hits your dripping wet pussy. Giving you a chill that quickly vanished as Kento slaps your pussy twice. The wet sounds making him groan,

“So fucking wet and pretty all for me to ruin.” While the sharp stinging becomes a burning ache.

He tells you, “Swallow.” And right after you do, you beg,

“Please let me help you relax. Use my mouth, pussy and ass however you want to Sir. I want to make you happy and sleep.” Sticking your tongue back out.

Kento makes quick work of undoing his belt and zipper, pulling himself out. And quickly getting your attention to drop from Kento’s handsome face to his thick cock. With his heavy cock hanging so close to your face. That his thick mushroom-like tip drags along your tongue, smearing his sweet pre-cum.

Kento says, “Such a sweet, good girl letting me use your warm mouth, nng,” He groans while he quickly thrusts his cock deep into your throat. Which squeezes him as you roughly gag. He pauses there lingering while you gag as he says,

“Couldn’t help myself your so wet and soft, need to feel your throat clenching my cock while I choke you with it.” Pushing his pants down, freeing his fat, heavy balls.

Kento sets a rough, face pace. His abs clenching every every thrust. While his heavy balls hitting your chin with every sharp thrust.

There is no other brace you get, other than his large hand cupping the back of your head. The heavy groan that passes Kento’s parted lips has your pussy clenching around nothing. While your clit throbs with the need for attention.

Kento says, “You look so pretty with spit dripping down your chin. Gagging so loudly while you try your best to handle my cock. You’re already doing so good for me.” Your eyes burn while tears blur your vision of Kento. With his flush pink cheeks.

He runs his hands through his blond hair, messing it up. While he says, “Choke on my cock just like that. You look so pretty crying because you can barely handle me” Your tears roll down your cheeks causing Kento to pick up his pace.

Kento groans, “I can see the outline of my cock in your throat every time your pretty mouth takes all of me. And when you squeeze me mmm. you’re going to make me cum so fucking quickly.” Placing his other hand on the top of your head. While he still his hips, jerking your head up and down his length.

His thick heavy cum spurts down your throat while be moans, “Mm got to make sure I cum in your pretty mouth so I can last longer fucking my frustration into your pretty pussy. Going to make her puffy and bruised from how hard she is going to take my fat cock.” Slipping his cock out of your mouth slowly.

A shaky groan passes his lips as a tremor passes through his body. While you refuse to let him go, hallowing your cheeks and sucking harder. Kento’s voice is breathy when he says,

“Get in the bedroom.” You stand up and turn around. Heading towards the bedroom with Kento following behind you. And when you look over your shoulder you freeze. Your brain goes blank while Kento slips his dark red shirt off his broad shoulders.

The dark red of his shirt matches the bright bite marks on his chest. Which leads down his hard abs, to the light blonde happy trail that leads down to the short patch of hair.

Kento smiles, while he slips off his glass. His tired, sleepy eyes burn with hunger as his gaze slips down the shape of your body. He says,

“Stop admiring me and go in the room.” He roughly slaps your ass, the force of his slap causing you to stumble forward. And encouraging you to finish the taking the last few steps towards his bedroom door.

Walking through the bedroom door, you hear his pants hit the floor behind you. You smile and say, “I can’t help it, you’re so damn handsome.” He wraps his hand around your throat, bending down and biting your shoulder. While you cry out, he grabs a handful of your ass. Digging his nails into the softness of your squish and groaning loudly.

Kento pulls away and telling, “Am I? Then I want you bent over in front of the mirror with your beautiful ass in the air with your legs spread apart so I can see your pussy juices dripping down your thighs.” He lets you go and you walk over in front of the mirror.

Bending over in front of the mirror. You take in the sight of yourself. Wearing thigh-high socks with Kento’s large white button-up shirt hanging from your torso. With your bound-up wrists resting on your lower back.

You hear a dresser drawer open and then close soon after. And moments later Kento appears behind you with a bottle of lube in hand and a buttplug. He tells you,

“Since you love admiring me so much if you take your eyes off me even once you aren’t cumming for the hour that follows.” He pours some of the cool lube onto your asshole. Which he smears out with the tip of the toy.

[intoxicated-chan]

𝟎𝟎𝟏 *ೃ༄ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲

© 2023 Intoxicated-Chan, I do not allow my work to be copied, translated, modified, adapted, or put on any other platform with permission. None of the photos used belong to me! Credits to @/cafekitsune for the divider!!

Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.

Word Count ➳❥ 2k

(A/n) ➳❥ PLEASE READ! I’ve decided to add Olivia Octavius because I love her character. I am asking you all for your thoughts and opinions. Anyways, enjoy reading!

Content Warnings ➳❥ Swearing, manipulation, emotional blackmail, thoughts of violence…

» » YOU’RE HERE « « ⊰ 002 ⊰

Clickety clack! Clickety clack! Clickety clack! Clickety clack!

The sounds of your keyboard were the only thing heard in your freezing room, not like you could tell with your blasting headphones.

You shivered for the hundredth time. Your legs become sore from remaining crossed, your neck ached at your hunched over posture. In turn, you sat up. You let out a strained moan as you stretched your limbs. Your laptop was set to the side as you stood to stretch even more. The headphones were moved to be around your neck, rubbing your ears as some kind of relief.

As much as you’re determined to get your work turned in on time, your mind was distracted. The nervous pit in your stomach grew by the hour, part of it was relieved and the other, saddened. You have a scheduled meeting with your counselor in a half hour.

It’s just a half hour, no need to get all worked up. But you grew impatient, you felt like time was moving purposely slow just to screw with your emotions.

Like before, you were distracted. You couldn’t get your piece turned in on time if your own head hates you.

You changed into appropriate clothing or the weather. It was chilly out but not too cold. Just some simple sweats, sneakers and a hoodie. You brought your necessary items with you in a small bag and headed out, making sure you locked your door. Then, out You went to the campus.

You put your headphones back where they belong, and played your music. You took your usual path to the counselors office, walking random floors until you arrived on time. You arrived at their office and knocked on the door.

“You can come in, (Y/n).” You open and quietly shut the door, seeing your counselor sitting at their desk. They typed a few more words before turning their attention to you, “I noticed on your application that you’re open to internships. Are you still interested in them?”

You slip your headphones off and take a seat, “Still not sure if I am.” You admit, “I don’t think I can do work without getting paid.”

“Well, you’re just in luck.” The counselor types a few more things into their computer and turns the monitor to your direction, “Alchemax is a multinational chemical corporation. The CEO is willing to hire an intern.”

You lift an eyebrow, “A Chemical corporation? But I’m a writer.”

“I know you are but the CEO has high connections all over the place. Every student who has worked with the CEO or even worked a simple job in Alchemax now is making lots of money doing what they love. Their majors were completely different.”

You look back at the monitor, then to your counselor, “...I’m not sure if I want to do an internship with Alchemax.”

Your counselor sighs, “You do understand that Mr. O’Hara is one of the major donors. He’s the only reason that the community college is still up and running. It would be a tragedy if he stops donating money.”

Money. Of fucking course. It’s always about the money.

Your head hangs low, “This may be the chance to push your writing career forward. In the future, when you look back, you’ll be filled with guilt knowing that you had a chance. So, what will it be?”

“...I’ll do the internship.”

“That’s the spirit! Write up an email, have me as your referral, and then send it to Mr. O’Hara. I’ll write down his email.” They began writing down on a post it note, “You’re making the right choice and it’s like I told you in the beginning of your first year, I know you will become a great writer.”

You paced around your room. This feeling wasn’t nervousness, it was pure panic. Why did you let your counselor convince you that Alchemax was good enough? No, it wasn’t! You knew nothing about chemicals!

And the research wasn’t enough. There was no way a learning writer could ever work with a company with the complete opposite!

You paced around your room. This feeling wasn’t nervousness, it was pure panic. Why did you let your counselor convince you that Alchemax was good enough? No, it wasn’t! You knew nothing about chemicals!

Your email was finished, ready to be sent off. But you couldn’t. How could you not? This was your dream, to become a writer. Yet you didn’t want to become one where all eyes were on you, you wanted to be a simple writer, nothing all.

“It would be a tragedy if he stops donating money.”

You hated it. The feeling where everything was put on your shoulders and it counted on you. You couldn’t afford it if Mr. O’Hara does stop donating. You fucking hated it. You clicked send and began beating yourself up on how weak you are.

Alchemax Building // 12:50 PM

It’s almost been an hour. Where is this O’Hara guy?!

Your leg bounces up and down, as you continue to look back at your phone only for time to slowly move by. You sat here for over an hour after the receptionist told you it would only be a few minutes. A FEW MINUTES.

Why did you say yes to this again?

When you thought about leaving, the evaluator pinged and the doors opened. It revealed a disheveled and annoyed man who kept his eyes focused on the doors.

You take a deep breath as you stand, “Um, excuse me?” But he walks right by you, “Excuse me!” You say, louder this time.

The man responds with a heavy sigh, “Yes?”

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n), I’m a student at the (only) community college and I sent an email about an open internship.”

“Lyla.” He said and a woman appeared next to his head, “Were there any emails about the internships?”

“Well yeah, I read them all to you.”

“A heads up could’ve been nice.”

“Yeah yeah, I gotta check in on the R&D before they blow out another window.” She disappears.

“Right. This way.” He leads you to his office, opening the door and letting himself in first. You enter behind him, the door closing.

“As you know, I’m Miguel O’Hara, CEO of Alchemax.”

“I’m aware.”

Mr. O’Hara sits down with a heavy huff, “And then you must be aware that there is no need for an intern.”

You freeze in place, “I’m sorry?”

“If I remember correctly, you’re a writer applying to Alchemax.”

“I understand that but-”

“What purpose does a writer have in Alchemax? What purpose can you provide to the company?” He lifts an eyebrow, clearly trying to piss you off and sadly, it was working.

It was amusing to him. You could see the cocky smirk on his face as he waited for a response.

“The company was given to you. You then became the leader in rebuilding structures and in general, Earth. after numerous incidents (which is strange). But there have been gray areas in your company’s past which people like to bring up. You are thriving for change, and but at the same time, you hate change. I want to help you towards your goal and you don’t like people helping because you know you could do it yourself. The reason why the public kinda… hates you.” You now mumble, your head hanging low in embarrassment.

Shit! I said too much!

“What was your name again?”

“...(Y/n) (L/n).”

“I give you two weeks.” He sighs, “If you don’t screw anything up in those two weeks then you have a job here.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. O’Hara-”

“But if you do, then you go back to your community college and don’t even bother to try to come back. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good.” Mr. O’Hara leans back and opens his laptop, “Lyla is down at the Research and Development Department, make sure the insights are correct. She’ll explain it to you.”

“Um, of course.”

“Tenth floor.” He said before you walk out the doors of his office.

Did you forget that your heart was racing the entire time? Or that you wanted to punch him in his face?

R&D Department // 5:22 PM

“Here at the Research Department, we keep the company competitive. We stay up to date on any new material and we’re always trying to improve. But we also keep an eye on the market, any incidents.”

“Incidents?”

“I thought you told it to Miguel. Alchemax rebuilds anything after an incident dealing with whether it be a building or someone doing something stupid, Alchemax is always to the rescue!”

“I need you to pass these to Dr. Octavius and put a rush on them. She’s been asking for them non-stop.” The man shoves the stack of papers into your hands and returns to his desk.

You held back the urge to sigh and curse at the man. But you have no standing here. You were a simple unpaid intern for two weeks. If you screwed up your chance, then you can kiss your dreams goodbye.

Did I tell you how much I hate it here?

“Of course I can.”

If I know where her office is.

After minutes of looking at name plates, you finally find her office. You transfer the papers to one arm and knock on the door.

“Those better be the reports I’ve asked for.” You hear.

“Yes, they are.” You respond.

“Then come on in!”

You carefully enter her office and see that it was more of a lab than office. A strong smell immediately hits your nose and you try to keep yourself composed to make it to where the lady seemed to be looking through a microscope.

“Don’t be shy.” She said, still not looking away, “Come on over.”

You reach her desk, setting the files down, “Is that all?”

Finally, she looks up, eyeing you up and down, “A new employee? Wow, it’s a surprise that Miguel finally got his head out of his butt.”

“I’m sorry-? No, no, I’m just an intern… For two weeks.” You correct her.

“Ah! The classic two week deal.”

“He’s done this before?”

Dr. Octavius nods with a smile, “He’s done it to most of the new employees here. Me especially. He never did like my drive and focus on science.” She uses her leg to pull up a rolling chair next to her.

You sit, mainly because you didn’t want to go back onto that floor, “I’m listening.”

“The press was all over one incident when I blew up a room after I came up with another idea. Who would’ve thought a collider would explode and so he put the two weeks rule, if any of us does something stupid, we’re done for. No excuses.”

“And there is no excuse for this.”

You jump out of your seat and turn around, Mr. O’Hara stood at the door, “You have around three more hours before you have a break. Care to explain?”

You open your mouth to speak but Olivia stands and places a hand on your shoulder, “I asked her for her opinion on some new tests and if she could hand these results to you.” Handing you a thin file.

You walk over to him and hand them to you, “Leave.” He tells you, “And go home.”

You hurry out the door and not look back.

“What are you trying to do Olivia?” He asks.

“I don’t know what you mean.” She pulls off her glasses and starts to clean them.

“This isn’t the first intern that you asked for an opinion. You do understand that they are interns, interns. They have no say, they have no experience in whatever they are doing.”

Olivia puts them on and lets out a playful sigh, “And you do know that I have to warn the interns that a simple mistake ruins your mood. Everything ruins your mood.”

“They can drag the company to the ground.”

“Is that what you’re angry about?”

“She’s my intern.”

“Then shouldn’t you be teaching her?”

Mr. O’Hara shakes his head and walks out, slamming the door on the way.

“Now that is a man with issues.”

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[jsungshine]

could we get a list of your ocs that are friends/close, we need more internal karaverse interactions 🙏

❥𓂃🪩⋆˚.•📁✩‧₊⋆ kara !

omg YES I WILL I LOOOOOOOOOVE THE KARAVERSE EEEE. ao imma focus on cross group friendships cause each group has their own dynamics and that’s a different post. i also don’t wanna add romantic relationships so this is all just friendships for now.

so our main group is heeyoung , minji and taeji, the fucking chaos triplets. jen is a recent addition the squad but she’s really fitting in with them i love it. mimi joins them every now and then but she’s quite a solo person but when she’s there they have fun. they get in a lot of shit together but they’re so fun and fresh. a sub division of this group includes the boys like james of triptych, jisung and hyunjin.

taeji is especially close with james since they’ve known each other since their trainee days. taeji , james and jeongin are a very close trio.

next is our party girls sora, kelsey and kiera. calling them friends is even a stretch they kinda just are around each other and go out together. sometimes they hang out with minchae she’s an npc oc i created that is jangmi’s ex childhood best friend. she’s a model and actress and gets the best drugs so they hang out. non of them really like each other but are a lot more involved in each others lives than they will admit.

sora and sol are one of the closest pairings in the karaverse. they’re like brother and sister and adore each other. he really is her support system and so sweet. they used to include fin a lot in their friendship but ever since their breakup they obviously are back to being a duo.

a fun little group stella, mila and nova. the three of them are very close and i looove them cause they’re all so different but mesh together so well. they’re literally the coolest people you’ll ever meet. they’re so like aloof and mysterious ugh so sexy.

next is our artsy gays; mila , stella , dayna and arin. they love to frequent galleries and go to fun exhibits not super close but hangout a decent amount.

next we have akiko and trin. theyre a cute lil duo , trin is a lot more quiet and doesn’t stand up for herself but luckily she has akiko. they’re joined at the hip and in basically in love with each other i’m obsessed fr.

iris used to train at cube and so she’s close with vivid but she’s one of sora’s best friends. they liked each other as trainees but decided to just stay friends and that was the best thing they could’ve done honestly because they make amazing friends.

lastly there’s jangmi and minseok as well as jangmi and sam from triptych. minseok and jangmi were mcs together and jangmi fell for him but he’s in love with his bandmate jun so they’ve become really good friends. jangmi has struggled with friendships and through minseok she met sam and they are instantly clicked. she decided that they’d ignore their romantic interest in each other to focus on their friendship because it means so much to her.

honorable mention to jinah bora and jade. nothing significant but like at parties they interact a lot

that’s all the significant ones i can think of. obviously they cross paths a lot at like parties. lemme know if you want all the romantic relationships or like people they hate too cause this was so fun lmao yayyy

find my ocs here; @alwaysvivid , @nct-krown , @inter-stellar-jyp , @karaverse , @p0ppingjelly

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A Secret Santa gift for @tingerines!

Summary: Leona and Jamil found out they had an error in their chosen person to give, and so they decided to work together to create you the gift.

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┏ ⋙ Secret Santas (Jamil x Reader x Leona) (not specified romantically or platonically, up to you) ┛

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“What the...” Leona squinted his eyes as he looked at the paper slip he held in his hands.

Because of the headmaster, the “Secret Santa” game was compulsory to all students and unfortunately if you got a name you did not know, you would have to spend weeks frantically going under cover. 

For Leona, this sounded like a nightmare. Regardless of who’s name, he’s got to prepare a gift for SOMEONE. That’s a lot of work he doesn’t want to get his paws hands dirty on. However, it seems that Leona had gotten a name that he didn’t mind. A name greater than Rook and Floyd (well, “obviously” he would say-).

Your name.

But what to get for you? What to get for you...

Walking away from the box of slips he begrudgingly lined at, he bumped into a student, his slip of paper flew out of his hand and swayed towards the ground with another slip of paper.

“Hey, Viper watch where you’re going,” the Savanaclaw dorm leader said with an irritated tone. Jamil just frowned, muttering a half-hearted apology as he reached down to grab his slip of paper.

“Hang on...” 

“What?” 

Jamil reached over to take the two slips of papers as he inspected them with a baffled look on his face. “Why do they both have Y/N’s name on it?” 

Leona squinted his emerald eyes, and sure enough, the slips of paper had your name written on both of them. “What the hell?” Leona took the two slips in disbelief as Jamil rolled his eyes.

“Listen, why not we take this to Headmaster Crowley? Some sorry student won’t have a gift because of one of us.”

“What if it’s an odd number of students?”

“You really want to risk that?”

“Why not? Come on, let’s just work on a gift together, no?” Leona smirked. Leona didn’t really care what the odds were. He just wanted to do less work AND still be able to get you a gift. That sly, sneaky, SMUG dusty cat really is such a pain that Jamil understood. However, he noted that if he did tell the headmaster, he’d risked the chances of not being your secret Santa. He sighed, as he averted his eyes away from the lion and crossed his arms with the same frown still present on his face.

“Fine.” He hated how Leona smirked, but whatever. He’ll get this over with and done, and on the way decide if he wanted to take the full credit or not.

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“Oh my sevens...” Jamil groaned as he turned to look at Leona with an annoyed look. Baking a log cake was something foreign to Jamil, and Leona was doing literally nothing to help him. Not even reading out the ingredients he required to use. “Are you gonna help?”

“Maybe,” Leona yawned. Jamil gritted his teeth, hand clutching onto the spatula even tighter as he stirred the sweet Christmas cake batter with bitterness.

Who does this guy think he is? You know what, I’m definitely taking all credit, it’s true I’m doing everything.

As Jamil continued stirring, he heard his senior yawned, grunting softly as he saw turned to see the lion stretch his stiff muscles and lazily dragged his feet over to the kitchen counter.

Leona blinked, as he looked towards Jamil who averted his eyes away from him with a frown. He turned his head towards the raspberries Jamil was supposed to cut laid on the chopping board untouched. Without saying a word, Leona grabbed a knife from the wooden holder, before swiftly slicing them.

“Hey! Wha-!”

“You needed to slice them up, right? Well, I’m doing it for you.”

Jamil stood baffled and dumbfounded as Leona nonchalantly cut up the raspberries. What a weird guy...

Leona peered over to Jamil once again, emerald eyes blankly looking at the vice dorm with a bored expression.

“...So, I heard from Kalim you’re going to spend Christmas over here.”

“What about it?”

“Don’t you have a sister? Don’t you wanna see her?”

“Well, Kalim’s family’s coming to NRC for a visit, and I need to be there to prepare.”

“Well that’s shit,” Leona bluntly replied.

“What’s your deal, seriously.” Jamil was just ticked off by this point, as this man in front of him was giving him so many mixed signals that he doesn’t understand.

“Listen, you should probably tell Kalim you’d rather go be with your family right now. Besides, he’s someone with plenty of servants, right? Just go be with em.”

“And why do you care?”

“I’m making sure you don’t regret being wasting your time and not being a big brother to your little sister.”

Jamil looked at Leona, the dicing of the raspberries being chopped up with the knife, the smooth, sharp and silver metal hitting the wooden board. 

“Listen, my brother most of the time never was available for Christmas since he’s too busy with his King duties. Whenever he does show up, he gets super disappointed when he can’t come see us, and his face...” Leona paused, “Well, I can clearly see regret written all over.”

“The situation’s getting better over the years, but listen, I’m not saying neglect your duties, but don’t forget to not neglect your family. Otherwise, your face would pucker worse than when you swallow a whole lemon.”

Jamil stared at Leona in awe. Just what in the Sevens-

The boy’s eyes faltered, eyelids half-lidded as he looked dazed and caught up in his moment of self-reflection.

He smirked. “You think my sister’s as thoughtful as you are? I never knew you as the little brother would care so much about your older brother?”

“Oh don’t push it, Mr. Bleeding Heart-”

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“Hey, Y/n.”

“Hm?”

You turned to see Leona yawning as he approached you, Jamil trailing behind. You blinked curiously at the pink cloth that seemed to wrap some kind of block, log even, as you smiled kindly.

“What’s up?”

“We’re your secret Santas. Don’t ask why you have two,” Leona bluntly replied, giving your gift which turned out to be a crudely frosted log cake, yet the decor of it were placed exquisitely with detail, as if fitting a puzzle piece to perfection.

“Hope you enjoy, Y/n,” Jamil politely smiled.

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Hey, sorry for the late gifting @tingerines but I was your secret santa! I’ve been away, out of town so wasn’t able to send your gift on Christmas like how I had originally planned to.

Hope you enjoy!

<3

[cloveroctobers]

somebody like you — joe x oc x bode leone

A/N: here’s my attempt to write for joe again! It’s the month of fluff so I thought why not? I just want my man to be happy so…but we’re also talking about ME here who loves a little (A-LOT in this case—some difficult topics will be discussed later on throughout this piece) angst on the side. I should seek therapy, ha! Anyways, You’ve been warned?

S/N: if you haven’t seen fire country this is me telling you to watch it. Although I’m using a gif for a different character/show that I haven’t watched…we’re gonna pretend that this works for bode’s character! Max has always been a cutie to me sorry lol. + GIFS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERs ALWAYS! + kinda lengthy unintentionally.

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she doesn’t know what time it is or care.

What she does know is she hates the person calling her right now. She was supposed to be sleeping in—which was always but that’s besides the point! Winters in New England can be brutal and she wasn’t much of a winter girl. Let’s just say she couldn’t wait for spring to arrive so that the view can provide some sort of livelihood around here. Now don’t get her wrong, the snow was pretty to look at and there were some fun activities to get into but after almost breaking her car door due to it being frozen shut? She was done.

After what felt like the twentieth buzzing from her phone, she made a attempt to reach for her bedside table. If her long arms didn’t reach out far enough to grasp her phone, then that was the person on the other line’s problem. Lucky for them she was able to grab it, snatching the device close to her face. With slits in her eyes she rested the phone right by her face on her pillow and slid a finger across the screen.

“What?”

A laugh was breathed into the other line by a familiar voice, “come on! Don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”

“I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour now, wanted to invite you up to mine for breakfast.”

“I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour now, wanted to invite you up to mine for breakfast.”

“I’ve been trying to call you for over an hour now, wanted to invite you up to mine for breakfast.”

A grunt sounded from her throat, “I thought we had a understanding. You don’t wake me up until after 6pm.”

Joe wasn’t surprised at this response. The pair were complete opposites, whereas he didn’t mind early mornings which allowed him to get things done—especially as a business owner; while she was the creative night owl and thrived when the stars twinkled in the navy sky.

“I made hashbrowns along with other surprises,” Joe persuaded, making her eyes peel open at the thought, “and I’m actually out front.”

Which really means the back entrance, however due to where his ranch was located, it was really the front entrance for him.

Letting out a long sigh, she flopped on her back in thought as she stared up at the ceiling that appeared as if it was experiencing some water damage. She knew if she mentioned this to her dad over her weekly facetime calls with him, she wouldn’t hear the end of it. It also looked as if it was starting to spread but that was another problem for another day. She had to worry about if she wanted to move from this metal-framed plushy bed.

When a growl erupting from her belly, she found her answer.

“Fine, you win this time.” She sat up and stretched with her hands raised high above her head, limbs stiff, “Let yourself in, I’m gonna get myself ready.”

The wind could be heard from the other line as Joe pulled the screen door back, “I always win…but thanks for your permission, your majesty, my arms were starting to get frostbite. And hurry up, some people are starving here.”

“Hurry up, some people are starving here.” She mocked the man as she picked up her phone ready to hang it up, “Kiss my ass, Joseph Narine.”

And was in fact met with the dial tone as Joe held the phone in between his neck and shoulder. He couldn’t help but laugh at his friend’s grumpiness, kicking the back door shut with his leg as he carried the food through the entry way. Joe could still feel the draft of the fifteen degree weather as he stood in the entrance, the wooden stairs peeking out from up head while he turned to the door on the left.

His brown eyes immediately went to the door mat in front of the storm door, chuckling to himself as he read the message that never got old to him which read: protected by fuck around and find out surveillance. The man shook his head as he managed to twist the knob open. A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he felt some warmth inside of the farmhouse brush over his face. Taking a few steps to the oval table covered in plaid tablecloth, he placed the tray of food on one side.

Joe stared over at the various of plants that decorated the two tables right in front of the bay window, out into the snow covered scene out back. Sure she had a nice view but Joe actually preferred the view on the side of the house which held the screened-in porch better, since he could see out towards his own land instead. Smiling to himself, he was brought out of his thoughts as a meow caught his attention.

“Hey, Cassius.” Joe greeted the black feline that jumped onto the table. He then picked up the cat with one hand to pet behind his ears, “you know your mom doesn’t like you on the table and I’m guessing she’s been depriving you of food because of her terrible sleeping patterns.”

He glanced over at the pet bowl that rested against the white panel column that divided the kitchen from the living room. “I got you, boy.”

Joe told the black oriental shorthair as he placed him back onto the floor. First Joe moved over to the deep stainless steel kitchen sink to wash his cold hands, then back around to the pantry for Cassius’ food.

“There you go.” He caressed the cat’s back as he heard some creaking from up ahead.

He stood up as she stomped into the kitchen, “whaaat?! She’s alive!”

She took the rope to her fuzzy housecoat to whack at Joe who laughed at her. She then reached around to gently latch onto Cassius’ tail, caressing it as she said, “hey, babe.” Before carrying on her way.

“Tea or coffee?” She asked, although she already knew the answer.

Joe went back to the table to push the poinsettia further down the table as he went to work unloading the breakfast, “uh tea.”

“Grey.” She stated just as he added at the same time, “Earl Grey.”

Giving a thumbs up at the brown skinned man, Joe found himself softly smiling at the woman as he returned back to his own task.

“No work today?” She asked, while preparing the electric kettle.

Joe huffed as he took a seat, deciding to pick with her, “there’s no way I had work today waiting around for you.” Which earned a swift middle finger from the woman, “Nah…todays the day I let my new assistant manager run things for me.”

Her eyes went wide before she clapped it up for her friend, “I’m proud of you! I’m also a little shocked that you’re allowing this.”

“I am too,” Joe furrowed his brows, “but don’t think for a second that my guard is completely down. I’ve got cameras set up that I can tap into at any time from my phone, I also will be checking in with Ginny and Padma and will be there for closing shift just to make sure things are in fact, running smoothly.”

The electric kettle began to whistle just as she slammed the cabinet shut, now holding two mugs. It was her turn to laugh as she set the mugs on the opposite counter, disappearing behind the wall to retrieve the kettle from next to the stove and back to his mug.

“Tell me you’re not a control freak without telling me you’re a control freak,” she responded as she filled the mug with steaming water, “I thought days off are meant to be just that.”

“It’s a partial day off,” joe argued as he bit into a raspberry white chocolate scone, “this is my business we’re talking about here. Sure it’s been two weeks already with them but this is the real test.”

She couldn’t be mad at that, considering hearing how much of a pain in the neck it was for Joe to get the blue farm up and running. However he was headstrong, determined, and persistent and wouldn’t give up on his goals in life.

That was admirable.

“Well have some faith in them,” she suggested grabbing the tea bag next to place into a mesh tea ball strainer, then carefully placed it into the water, “you did hire them with good reason.”

“Yeah, it was in the budget.” Joe stated matter of factly which made her roll her eyes.

Of course this is what he would say. If Joe could do it all on his own, he certainly would. He did it in the beginning when he first started out and would try again if it ever came down to it. Joe can take the weight when he didn’t have to.

Carefully placing the mug in front of him, she attempted to snatch the scone that he was eating but Joe was too quick for her. Her stomach growled almost in anger as she sucked her teeth at the man who raised his hands in surrender.

“The hell was that?”

“It’s called hunger and you come to my house eating in my face without offering me a bite? And I made you tea? How shameful!” She whipped back around, tossing her robe over her pajamas as she grabbed the canister of sugar and back to the fridge for a slice of lemon.

Joe snorted, reaching for the small spoon to place three drops of sugar into his tea and plopped the lemon slice into the beverage, “You’re showing your true hospitality skills so don’t take that out on me. I bought the food!”

“Which you didn’t share!” She yelled back as she filled up her mug with ice.

“There’s a whole tray of food.”

“I wanted your scone.”

“There’s more scones in the container.”

“I wanted yours, Joe!”

“Well, that’s too damn bad!”

Which made the pair snicker at the joke while she prepared herself some ice coffee. Which never made sense to Joe, if it was freezing outside you should have warm items not cold! It was a whole debate between the two and he didn’t hide the judgmental look he shot the woman’s way as she finally plopped down in the chair beside him.

She rested her head in the palm of her hand as she sipped at the straw inside of her mug, watching Joe watch her.

“You went out last night?”

“You know I did.” She popped her tongue, before setting her bagel mug back down.

Joe inhaled at that.

She had a history of being a party girl once before back in college she told him when they became friends. She seemed to have it together after college was over with internships and working more minimum wage jobs, until she landed a job with a great company out here as a model builder. She shit-talked the job just like many people did their own but found joy in creating miniature houses and crochet objects to sell on her Etsy account.

“I hope you’re taking care of yourself, Darcy.”

She snorted at the man’s concern as she plucked up the said hash brown and held it up in the air then sunk her teeth into it, “Okay dad, I don’t need a lecture from you either.”

This was true since her dad sat her down earlier that year to steer her in the right path. He even encouraged her to get back into therapy, which was funny since he was ignorant towards the whole thing until he got with his new psychologist girlfriend. She was always in Darcy’s dad’s ear about something and she didn’t particular care for her either.

As petty as this was going to sound, at her big age, she’ll never be Darcy’s mother.

It felt too fast for Darcy’s dad to move on from the passing of her mother, in her opinion. Yet he didn’t want to hear that and kept the topic mainly on his daughter and her issues.

“I know,” Joe was gentle with his approach, “I just want to make sure you’re doing okay, that’s all.”

“I promise you I’m not throwing my life away,” she reassured her dark haired friend, “As a thirty year old, I should be wrapping it up and brainstorming about a 401k right?”

“I didn’t say all that,” Joe tilted his head to the side with a small smile, “anyone can still have fun at this age, we’re still young and cool as shit but i just hope you’re not into…anything else.”

“Don’t worry bud,” she said after chewing her potato, “none of that hardcore shit is ever entering this glorious body again. Sticking to the tequila and the occasional shrooms.”

Joe nodded as he blew at his tea, “…anything else for the pelvic pain?”

“Let’s talk about something else!”

Joe knew that was the limit as he sipped at his tea. He paused as he thought this over, “Georgia’s going to trial in a couple of months.”

Darcy hummed at this, unsure what to say. She knew how Joe felt about the southern peach and how he was still in denial about her being able to kill someone—let alone Cynthia’s decaying (at the time) husband. However she knew only bits and pieces of what Joe knew about her background and how she shifted Wellsbury the moment she rolled into town.

“And you’re gonna be there?”

“She’s my friend, I should be there.”

“Are you though,” Darcy asked with slits in her eyes, “you don’t really know what anybody’s capable of and then your whole thing with Cynthia…” she found herself gagging at the image of that happening and still struggled to swallow that down.

Joe frowned at this. It was a difficult decision considering he didn’t know where he really stood and Cynthia…it was either never the right time to discuss it or she was too busy to be bothered—all things considered of course.

Joe announced, “If you were accused of a crime, I would be there for you.”

“Duh,” Darcy clicked her tongue, “you might even be the person I call to help me bury the body…but our relationship is not the same as those two.”

Joe sighed, “you’re impossible!”

“I’m realistic.” She beamed as she finally bit into a scone, “don’t let your crush on Georgia and your past relations with the red head cloud your judgment. You don’t need to be involved in their nonsense.”

Exhaling Joe glanced off to the left out the window, in thought for some time, leaving the two to quietly eat their brunch.

“Hey, if you don’t know this already. I love you for your generous heart but those two and their problems don’t have to become yours unless you let it. Some may call it selfish but I call it smart, you have to protect yourself first and always especially if you let emotions get in the way. And if you don’t, I’ll kick your ass.”

Joe listened carefully to what she was saying but couldn’t help but to take it with a grain of salt. He knew Darcy meant well and if he let his big sister in on his business, she would probably tell him the same exact thing. They were alike in a lot of ways…don’t tell them he thought this! Darcy was in protect mode as Joe was in concern mode and that’s simply because they let each other in.

The brown skinned man puffed out a breath as Darcy was eating, lightly swinging her crossed feet back and forth while she watched Cassius run off into the living room. Her attention then went back to staring out the large window, which gave the wide view of land and hills covered in thick snow.

“Oh!” A thought suddenly occurred after awhile, “I think I drunkly made you something last night.

“Really?” Joe quirked up his brows in wonder.

She shoved the rest of the scone into her mouth as she scrapped the chair back, “mhm. It’s somewhere down here, I just hope Cassius didn’t chew it up.”

“He wouldn’t dare!”

“He’s only on his best behavior when you’re around so maybe,” Darcy shrugged her shoulders as she walked around the chair to enter the living room.

Joe took the time to look around the kitchen as he continued his breakfast. It’s not like he hasn’t been over plenty of times before, it was almost as if this house was just as much his since he had a key himself. He couldn’t help but to wonder what this house would look in the next five years—he even thought about how his ranch would look also! Would they still be neighbors from a distance? Joe didn’t ever see himself living out in California where his parents and sister resided. He was too attached to Wellsbury and always felt at home.

“Here you go!” Darcy called out, tossing this thick but soft object at Joe who scrambled to catch it, “I was going to name it for you and everything but I can’t do all the work for you.”

Joe analyzed the green object with beady eyes and a small pink v-lined smile, “is this a pear?”

“Yup! Don’t ask me how long it took me to make because I hardly remember anything when I got back here. Just that I was hungry and made that for you. And since I can’t give you any pears from my pear tree right now, that’s the best that I’ve got.” Darcy informed Joe who found himself smiling at it.

He’s seen a few of Darcy’s crochet items on Etsy and even purchased a few to send to his niece and her friends out in California. Now he was getting his very own and knew that it was meaningful.

“Well…you could also share your pear jam that you have sitting on your shelf back there.” Joe teased.

“You needy, ungrateful, asshole,” she spewed back making Joe laugh.

“No, seriously. All jokes aside, this is really awesome and I appreciate you thinking of me, even if when you’re shit-faced.”

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself, Narine.”

“Someone’s got to.” Joe winked at Darcy who rolled her eyes.

Darcy glanced at the sage pear and asked, “do you really like it? Or you just like it to not hurt my feelings?”

“Shut up, you know I do. If you wanted, I would buy all of the crochet things you make, since the dollhouses are more expensive and might be a little suspect when I have the guys over—but that just means it came from you! And I know you make these crafts with such care and I like supporting you. Whatever you need. I just think you’re pretty neat, that’s all.” Joe rambled and Darcy found herself sitting up straight as she listened to him.

He was rambling. It was something that he did when he let his nerves get the best of him?

“You think I’m pretty and neat or just pretty neat?” Darcy challenged.

Joe felt his eyes widen, “Geez. Who’s flattering themselves now?”

She smiled a real soft smile at him that made Joe feel something inside. Something he felt once before, except this warm feeling began to spread from not only his chest then to his cheeks but all over.

What was happening?

His hand soon found her clothed wrist before slipping his hand to lock with her’s. This was new. Darcy watched this interaction, squeezing her own hand back against Joe’s. The image was nice to examine, how his hand fit like the perfect puzzle piece against her own. It took some time for her eyes to meet his, she ended up taking a sharp breath, thanks to the intensity that was in his coffee bean eyes just now.

“Is it crazy to love you?” Joe suddenly said; that Darcy had to mash on her ear to make sure she heard him correctly.

She laughed it off, “no, just look at me. I’ve got all the best qualities but to be in love with me? Maybe. If that’s what you’re saying.” She quickly added.

It was Joe’s turn to squeeze her hand, “maybe everything we went through with everyone else, is the reason why we should be together.”

He was leaning towards her now, his hand still in her’s while he crossed over with the other to cup her warm face, “can I love you?”

Was Darcy dreaming right now? What the hell was going on? This was just supposed to be breakfast and now it led to this? Was Joe okay? Was she okay?! She was sure she was holding her breath but she’d be lying if she said her heart wasn’t pounding in her chest right now. It’s not like she didn’t ever think of the possibility and made up a secret contract if they weren’t married by thirty-five…you get it but was this out of convenience for him? Or could they truly be something great? At this time? There was so much to discuss but his breath was brushing against her Cupid’s bow and the weight of his forehead felt comforting against her own.

Her eyes were locked on Joe’s as he kept glancing from her’s to her lips. All she had to do was seal the kiss and Joe was the one waiting for her answer. He didn’t want to continue pushing boundaries—if he was but he always led with his heart.

Her lips were parted and just as she was about to brush her lips against his, a pounding at the front door caused them both to jump away.

Joe cleared his throat, rubbing at his mouth as Darcy fought to slow her breathing. The knocking and the doorbell kept going, almost rapidly as Darcy seemed to be in a dazed state.

“Can you get that?”

“It’s your house.” Joe held his hands out in confusion but the glare she sent his way, made him sigh, placing the crochet pear on the table as he began making his way through the living room.

He passed through the living room and down the narrow hallway to the front door. Unlocking it, Joe pulled the door open, a little annoyed to reveal a man standing with his back to the screen door.

Once he turned around, Joe couldn’t believe who he was seeing right now. He heard all about him and seen pictures but what was he doing here?

“Uh, hey. Is Darcy around?”

Joe awkwardly stretched out a smile and held up a finger behind the screen door and slowly went to close the door, “just a second.”

He sped-walked down the hallway back to Darcy who still sat frozen, hands clutching her iced coffee now in thought.

“Darcy…you’ve got company.”

“Who is it?” She kept her eyes trained out the window.

“It’s Bode.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorted.

However when she received no response from the man, her head snapped up to meet his gaze.

“You’re not joking?”

“Nope. He’s here, probably freezing out there too.”

“Joe!” She scrapped her chair back, “what the hell is he doing here?”

“I don’t know!” He yelled with raised shoulders,” Maybe you should find out.”

“Why?”

“To get closure.”

“I should get my bow and arrow.” She decided, “and shoot him in the ass, all the way back to California.”

Joe gripped Darcy’s shoulders to keep her from heading the opposite way and through the doors to get the said item from the screened in porch. He turned her back around, still gripping her shoulders and tried to be encouraging, “it doesn’t need to go there.”

Darcy raised a challenging brow.

Joe corrected himself, “I stand by what I said. Just hear him out so that you can both move on.”

“So we can get together?”

Joe paused, “…if that’s what you want?”

“Well, what do you want?”

“I want you to be happy!” Joe exasperated, “and it would be fantastic if that ends up being with me but—I think you need to get through that chapter first.”

“It was kinda closed when he basically told me he was done with my ass after I screwed him in that place.” Darcy muttered, letting Joe let out a low whistle.

He knew how much that stung.

“Just...go with the flow. And if things go south and you need a tag team? I’ll be here.” Joe cracked his knuckles.

Darcy snorted at Joe’s attempt to be threatening, “you’re too cute, Joey.”

Joe was bashful with a shrug of his shoulders as the door bell and knocks sounded again.

“Always so impatient,” Darcy scoffed, “wish me luck.”

“You’ll be okay.” Joe gave her shoulders a squeeze and a gentle rub, “and I’ll be here finishing this delicious breakfast all by myself.”

Darcy groaned as she stomped out of the kitchen and headed to the door. Joe watched with a small smile on his face, rubbing at his beard before he moved to take a seat back at the head of the table. Shortly after, Cassius reappeared to sit in Darcy’s seat instead.

“Thanks for the company, Cassius. I think I’ll need it.” He commented as the cat meowed at him.

Darcy took three deep breaths and glanced down at her outfit. She was still in her damn pajamas—which didn’t equal to her being at her baddest but whatever! This wasn’t about showing off, they had bigger issues to face and she didn’t exactly know what he was here for.

Taking a few more seconds to herself, she opened the door to see Bode there in the flesh blowing heat into the palms of his hands. His curly hair was longer now and lost its pattern…and she hated it. The crinkles were evident by his eyes, most likely due to the stress of losing his baby sister, having a falling out with his dad, and landing his ass in jail most likely resulted in that. He appeared still tired behind his blue-green eyes, otherwise than that he still looked the same.

“Darcy. Are you gonna let me in? It’s freezing out here and I’m definitely not used to this type of weather.” Was the first thing he said to her.

She titled her head to the side, hand still on the door, “what are you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be fighting fires or whatever it is you got yourself wrapped into?”

“I can explain all of that if you just—can we talk inside, please?”

Darcy swallowed, giving the man a hard stare before she unlocked the door and stepped to the side to let him in. He stalked in, standing in the official entryway and peered around.

“I see you’ve done well for yourself.” His low voice boomed off the walls.

Darcy almost slammed the door shut, locking it behind them as she turned to face the taller man. Crossing her arms, she eyed his boots covered in snow, “shoes off in my house. The snow messes with the wood.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Bode muttered as she carried on down the hall.

Bode figured it out for himself to place the shoes by the empty space underneath the mirror on the wall. He didn’t see any other shoes in the entry way, only a bookcase to the right, and a grandfather clock to the left. There was also a bedroom to the left with a daybed and to the right, he spotted another bedroom with a full-sized bed and wallpaper. No signs of any baby furniture, Bode noted to himself as he briefly glanced at the steps.

Perhaps there was something upstairs?

He took his time walking down the hallway, the wood creaked at his steps which let Darcy know he was heading her way. The living room was bright and open with a mixture of white and light gray paneling, along with a large painted white built-in entertainment center. There was a flatscreen on the wall that Bode admired before he turned back to Darcy who was watching him in curiosity.

One leg was crossed over the other as she sat in a green chair, waiting on him. She had a finger pressed into her temple as she pointed with the other, “you can take your jacket and drape it over the chair if you want.”

“Thanks.” Bode answered while he moved by the fireplace and plopped down on the brown bubble leather couch.

He wasn’t sure how long he would be here but he also had some respect. The man decided on unzipping his jacket and pulled his beanie from his head, scooping some hair behind a ear while spreading his arms along the length of the couch.

Darcy’s eyes were hot on Bode’s as he met her stare and held it. However his held amusement in them that she just wanted to smack right off. His intention wasn’t to be smug sitting here right now, not after how they ended but it was a little humorous that she still had so much fire in her—always.

“I’m not here to attack you—

Bode started just as Joe called out, “Tea, coffee, or water?”

Bode was confused as he leaned forward, then remembered that there was a man that previously opened the door. “That depends…are you the new boyfriend and plan on poisoning me?”

“Only if she sends the signal.” He vaguely called back.

Bode laughed at this.

“Um, I think I’m good for right now. Thanks man.”

“Sure.” Joe went quiet, now messing around with his phone.

Darcy sighed, beginning to roll her neck around, “Bode…why are you here so unannounced?”

“I’m pretty sure you have me blocked so…there really wasn’t any other way.”

“Couldn’t use your mom’s phone to reach out first?”

“I think she’s blocked too…which actually hurt her feelings by the way.”

Darcy began chewing on her bottom lip. She didn’t particularly feel a way towards the woman, she was a mother after all but she also didn’t appreciate being bombarded by Sharon Leone either.

Bode deeply inhaled, “look…I just want to apologize for everything. I don’t like the way things ended between us and it wasn’t anything you should take personal…I was just dealing with—jail. The weight of it all and everything else surrounding it. Unfortunately  you became part of that and you didn’t deserve any of that.”

It was Darcy’s turn to exhale at that. Slowly she nodded her head, “but I had to take it personal because I opened myself up to you when I shouldn’t have. We should have strictly stayed friends, especially since you just ended things with Cara.”

“That wasn’t that fresh.” Bode muttered, “We were together in high school up until I first started using. I always felt like she was more into me than I was into her…which is shitty to say but the truth. We later had a slip up when I moved out of edgewater but we never got back together. When I looked at you, I didn’t see temporary. I don’t know what I saw.”

“Oh, how special do I feel.” The words were dry, coming from Darcy’s lips.

Bode continued, “I’m not trying to do the whole comparison thing but I just want you to know that i shouldn’t have treated you as a one-two night only and then ghost you. I’m sorry about all of it and for saying that’s all you could be to me. I’m sure you’ll make someone very happy if it’s not—sorry man, I didn’t catch your name?”

“It’s joe!” He answered with a mouth full of food.

Darcy stared up at the ceiling in annoyance.

“Joe,” Bode smiled a bit, “and I’m not expecting any forgiveness just yet…just some understanding and for you to tell me anything that you need…or feel.”

Darcy picked up on Bode’s words and knew that he knew something. He was officially a free man and seemed level-headed but Darcy knew that was probably only a matter of time.

“I thought about all the things I would say to you but I didn’t get the chance because once you finished what you had to say, time was up. I wrote you a letter, kept it for months, then I burned it. I wanted to sleep around to get over you but that wouldn’t give me satisfaction. And months later when I’m back here in the MA…I have your mom knocking on my door just like you.” Darcy lightly shook her head at the memory and now Sharon tried to persuade her.

Bode propped his elbows on his knees then. He licked at his bottom lip, “where are they, Darce? Where’s our baby?”

Joe flinched in the kitchen.

Darcy wasn’t sure what noise came out of her throat just then but she felt like she was suffocating. She already knew that Sharon knew since she came to plead her son’s case, thanks to her dad being good friends with her and knew Bode’s dad, Vince avoided the topic all together. So the secret was out of the bag and Bode knew…but how much?

“Bode,” she started, “do you think a baby is going to fix this?”

“No…but I deserve to be in our child’s life.”

“I would have never—I wouldn’t no matter how big of a paper cut you left on me.” Darcy was strong with her words and he knew she meant them.

“Then why did you never tell me?”

“You hated me.”

“I never hated you,” Bode denied, “I hated my situation. I’m telling you my actions never had anything to do with you. Never.” He placed his hand on his chest.

She remembered the rough but passionate love-making, how he never wanted to look her in the eyes while he welcomed her in between his thighs. The first time she didn’t think much of it but the second she had to question it. That argument was short lived since the guards were escorting them away from each other. It continued on the phone but never finished, on her end, since everything was always timed.

He didn’t make her feel wanted.

She wasn’t sure why she was seeking that from him in the first place.

“…there is no baby.”

“What?” Bode whispered, “my mom told me. I-I saw the sonogram your dad had. The screenshot of your growing belly he had as his screensaver. What are you talking about?”

Darcy hugged herself then, feeling her insides ache. “She didn’t make it. I was eight months, six when your mom stopped by. Your mom wanted to adopt her because i wasn’t ready to be a single mom or rather a mom period. That’s why she came out here on her own. The baby was stillborn and I had to deliver her…the whole thing was brutal and traumatic…I wasn’t ever expecting you to come here.”

“…so you just assumed it would be better if I never knew at all.” Bode caressed his beard with his knee beginning to bounce in agitation.

That’s when he took the suede stool in front of him, lifting it up and over at the fireplace. Joe was on his feet in a instant as Bode began pacing the living room floor now. Darcy remained seated, holding her hand out to halt Joe from approaching him.

Bode rubbed at his mouth, “did you name her at least? Or think about how our daughter would have been better motivation to continue to get my act together? Or were you only thinking about yourself like you always do?”

“You think I’m selfish? I was dealing with this shit all on my own! You were risking your life everyday with those fires. You don’t know what that felt like feeling a life that you created growing inside of you, day by day, just to be ripped away like it never happened!” Her face was hot as she spoke her words, “To release death into the world instead of life! You don’t know! You don’t ever let anybody in, so why would you place that pressure on a growing child? to be better when you should want that for yourself! It’s not always about you either, Bode! I mean my god!”

Bode swallowed then, hearing the pain that was in Darcy’s throat. He knew that it must have been devastating and he would have done his best to be there or at least have his mother—

“I’ll fix the fireplace.” Bode glanced at crack, “but I just wish you would have told me.”

“What difference would it make? You didn’t love me. And she’s gone, we wouldn’t be a family and I didn’t want to be a mom.”

Bode was frowning now, “mom said you were pretty far along when she saw you last. There’s a cut off time if you didn’t want her—

“I know. I was going to give her to a family that could support her better. Love her better.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t love my daughter?”

“I don’t know what you’re capable of Bode.”

“Wow,” He was in shock, “at least I know how you really feel.”

“I mean, how do you think it would work?”

“I don’t know but I would at least try! Which is something you didn’t want to do or want to give me the chance to do. And I have rights!”

“Those rights wouldn’t help you as soon as the court saw you have a record.”

Joe sharply inhaled at that and even dropped his head hearing this.

That was a harsh thing to say and she knew it.

They all did.

“I don’t mean to sound like a bitch but that’s just how the screwed up system works. I had the best interest for the baby, for her, if she made it.” Darcy began to zone off but that was short-lived.

“I don’t know if I believe that.” Bode muttered, “it honestly feels like you took what little time we had away. I was in the dark. Once my year was up I could have tried to get custody, or at least my parents or shit, even your dad could have raised her! so you didn’t have to be bothered. I’m on the right path now and that says more than what you’re doing.”

“Excuse me?” Darcy sat up now.

Bose folded his arms together, leaning on one leg more than the other as he pressed a finger to his cheek, “Your dad’s girlfriend told me that you’re going out more, blacking out…which sounded odd to me since, hypothetically, if you just gave birth not too long ago and easily gave our girl away…what were you celebrating exactly?”

“Fuck her and fuck you.” Darcy bit.

“It’s a valid thought.”

“It’s bullshit.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah because if you really think the decision to give up a child—my child,” Darcy felt her throat tightened as she pointed at her chest, “would be easy then you don’t know me at all. And to think we called each other friends once upon a time.”

“Well I guess we’ll never know, will we?” His stare was hard on Darcy’s who clenched her eyes at this time.

It sure felt like he was blaming her for the death of their child, although there was medically nothing that could have prevented this tragedy.

“I don’t ever want to see you. Just disappear again, you’re good at doing that.”

“Whoa, hey.” Joe intervened, “I think there’s a lot going on right now and the both of you should stop this and try having this conversation again, once you’ve both calmed down.”

Bode scoffed out a laugh, “that’s the problem with her man, she didn’t want to try. She wanted to get even. I deserved to know.”

Joe knew the last part of the sentence to be true but it wasn’t his place to speak on.

“You’re the one who shut me out back then! Why would I use our baby to get you to talk to me?” Darcy was on her feet now.

“Don’t you get it? None of that matters! I’ve lost enough in my life and my daughter is just another thing to add to the list! But you couldn’t give me that because you’re too pissed about old shit!. When you knew, it shouldn’t have been about us anymore. Are you listening?!” Bode couldn’t help but to let the emotions raise his tone.

“Get out.” Darcy felt her eyes burning.

Bode just stared at her.

She screamed, almost murder, “GET. OUUUT!”

He raised his hands and slowly stepped back and away from the woman. Bode leaned over the couch and snatched up his hat that he clenched tightly in his hands.

“…can you at least tell me if you named her?” Bode repeated while stood sideways in Darcy’s view, keeping his gaze straight.

Darcy sniffed and puffed out, “Cherie Leone. She had your dark blonde hair and your nose; she was a beautiful baby.”

“Hm. despite what you think, I would have given her the world.” Bode felt himself getting choked up too, a balled up fist went to his mouth before he sniffed and turned to exit the house.

Joe stepped after him, unsure what to say but knew that must have been hard to finally hear the truth. However his friend was behind him and as he turned to her, he had to quickly catch her by the waist as her legs gave out from underneath her.

The pair sat in each other’s arms with Joe caressing Darcy’s face as she sobbed. Darcy sobbed so violently that she was struggling to catch her breath, which worried Joe.

“What do you need me to do?” He was trying not to panic.

Darcy sat on her knees, pressing her forehead into Joe’s chest, one hand caressing her back while the other applied pressure in the crook of her neck.

This was what she needed.

Somebody like Joe.

[mint-gee]

only one for me ♡ ricardo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ summary ❥ due to your past relationship, you couldn’t help but feel very insecure about your new relationship with ricardo.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ pairing ❥ ricardo x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ genre ❥ fluff & angst

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ warning ❥ insecurity, comparison, getting cheated on by your past relationship.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ word count ❥ 879 words.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ author’s note ❥ i am so so sorry for not replying this request sooner, i hope whoever requested this still read this!

“Good morning, kitten.” As you opened your eyes slowly from a deep sleep, you could hear a hoarse voice of your boyfriend, Ricardo. You turned your head slightly, seeing him looking at you with such admiration on his face.

You realized you had fallen asleep in his room instead of your own room. Your cheeks slowly turned red, and you began to panic and covered yourself with his blanket, causing Ricardo in a confused state.

“Go away!” You said, covering yourself. Ricardo furrowed his eyebrows as he tilted his head, questioning your odd behavior.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, trying to touch you but stopped when you pulled your hands away.

“I– I don’t want you to see me like this,” You said softly, still covering yourself from him.

“Huh?” He let out a disbelieving “huh”, struggling to comprehend the situation. “What do you mean?” His voice seemed concerned.

“I’m scared that you’d hate me seeing me like this after I woke up,” You answered, voice trembling.

His voice softened with genuine confusion and concern as he chuckled lightly, “Why would I hate you for that?” Ricardo asked, his tone laced with sincerity.

Your voice trembled slightly as you responded, “I don’t know. I’m scared that you won’t like me if I don’t look like my usual self,”

Ricardo’s expression softened further, his eyes filled with warmth as he gently reassured you, “Y/N… You don’t have to worry about that. I love you for who you are. You are beautiful, morning face and all. Nothing could change how much I adore you,” He slowly pulled the blanket, reaching out to take your hand and intertwined it with his.

“Thank you,” You whispered, a small and grateful smile appeared on her lips.

That afternoon, you and Ricardo went on a small date at a local restaurant. As the two of you were sitting while eating your lunch, a beautiful woman suddenly came up to your table.

“Ricardo? Is this really you?” She asked, looking shocked to see him. His eyes widened as he smiled. “Hey, Elena! It has been so long since I’ve seen you,” He seemed excited as he shook the woman’s hand.

The woman noticed your presence and gave you a smile. “Is this your lover?” She asked with a teasing tone. He grinned proudly and nodded. “This is Y/N. Y/N, this is Elena. My sister’s best friend,” said Ricardo, introducing Elena to you.

You gave her an awkward smile, bowing your head a little. Elena chuckled and patted your shoulder. “You are so cute, no wonder Ricardo is into you.”

Elena turned to Ricardo once again, “I need to go now, I got work to do. It’s nice seeing you, and you too, Y/N!” Elena left the two of you.

You could see Ricardo smiled after Elena had left and that made you overthink. “Do you like her?” You suddenly blurted out that question.

“Elena? Well she’s nice. She used to come and hang out with my sister, but a few months after my sister passed away, she moved out of town,” said Ricardo.

“Ah, I see. I could see you and her being a perfect match,” You muttered, causing Ricardo to stop eating and look at you.

“Y/N… Is something bothering you?” He asked, tilting his head. You could see clearly his face was worried. You shook your head, faking a smile.

“It’s just that… she’s really pretty and… you seem like you like her. She deserves to be your lover instead of me,”

Ricardo’s brows furrowed as your words hit him, a hint of frustration flashing in his eyes. “Y/N, don’t say that,” He said firmly. “You’re the only one I love, not anyone else. No one could ever replace you.” His voice then softened as he continued, “And who said you’re not beautiful?” He asked, his tone gentle yet firm. “You’re the most beautiful person to me, inside and out. Don’t ever doubt that,”

“I’m sorry, Ricardo. I’m just scared,” You confessed, looking down at your food.

“Be honest with me, Y/N. Why do you keep thinking about this stuff?” Ricardo asked, taking your hand and holding it tight.

“It’s just that…” You bit your bottom lip, feeling hesitant. “In my past relationship, I got cheated on. My ex-boyfriend never seemed to like me for who I am, and it made me scared that history might repeat itself,”

Ricardo’s expression hardened as he listened to your words, a flicker of anger crossing his face. “That jerk doesn’t deserve you,” He said. “But you’re with me now, and I’m not like him. I love you for who you are and I’ll never let anyone hurt you like that again.”

“Listen to me,” He said firmly, reaching out and holding your chin, making you look at him. “If you ever feel insecure or unsure about anything, I want you to be honest with me. We’ll talk it out together, okay? I’m here for you,”

You smiled and nodded, holding back the tears as his heartfelt words stirred in you. It was like Ricardo had transformed into a completely different person – so caring and understanding. Feeling his warmth, you knew deep down that you could count on him.

[slytherinshua]

Don't Go

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. classmates to lovers. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kisses. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: sejun x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.2k.

You set your books and notes down on a table in the empty library. Sejun would join you shortly for your tutoring session. You had been meeting every day after school ended for 7 weeks now, and it had quickly become your favourite event.

You thought it was funny - you used to hate the idea of having to tutor someone. Being responsible for teaching them a concept they already should have learned from the teacher? Having to sit through and explain it to them a million times before they finally get it, cause they’re slow? It sounded like torture.

But Sejun wasn’t like that. He was smart, quick-witted, funny, and overall pleasant to spend time with. You rarely had to explain something more than once before he got the hang of it. The tutoring sessions were less because he was falling behind, but because he was gone during usual school hours.

He told you that training to debut as a k-pop idol wasn’t that demanding, but you could tell it drained him. He sometimes came to tutoring already tired, and you worried he didn’t get enough sleep.

You checked the time on your phone again. Today was a tight schedule, as you had to catch a blind date right after the tutoring session. You weren’t originally planning for it to be today. And you were nervous to go, but your best friend was determined to get you a boyfriend before the second semester. You’d have to apologise to Sejun for having to end early today.

You spotted his pink hair in the hallway, walking into the library with a dimpled smile. Your mood shot up from just the sight of him. Just normal friend things… You thought, somehow convincing yourself before he came to sit down next to you.

“‘Afternoon!” He greeted cheerily.

“Good afternoon.” You laughed, flipping open your book and grabbing a pen. “Shall we start?” He nodded eagerly, resting his head on his hand, and looking at you.

You felt a little flustered by his stare today, but you shook it off. It’s just Sejun, this is normal.

You began to explain the concepts that you had learned in the class that he had missed last Thursday. You went over the math first, as it was relatively simple to explain and the homework was light for the week.

As you talked, Sejun zoned out a bit. The light from the window behind him shone on your face, lighting it up in the most magical way. He wasn’t sure what the special occasion was, but you wore a light yellow dress instead of your casual wear.

He kept tracing a line from your hair down to your neck with his eyes, always finding himself stopping at your lips for a moment, lingering. He had to shut down the thoughts in his head immediately. Don’t think about kissing her and make this complicated.

You finished explaining how to do this new way of problem-solving, and handed over a worksheet to Sejun. He had barely heard a word you said, and it took a lot of effort to tear his eyes off your pretty face and to the boring worksheet.

He looked over the problems, realising that he really should have been listening. But, he figured out how to solve them without your helpful instructions, and finished all 15 problems in 20 minutes.

He turned back to you, smiling, “I finished.” 

You had gotten out your makeup bag to try to touch up your face in time for the blind date. You turned back to him, brush stuck in midair, “Right, let me check over them…” You glanced at the paper, nodding at his neat handwriting and quick, effective solutions to all the problems.

“Perfect. What would you like to do next?” You asked, looking back to your hand mirror for a second, before putting away your makeup brushes and small palette.

“What’s the occasion?” He asked, observing you. He’d never even seen you wear makeup, or a dressy outfit during a tutoring session. But today, you adorned both, not helping his struggle to suppress the urge to kiss you.

“I have a blind date after this.” You said, “I should’ve told you before, but we might need to end early today.”

“What?” He asked, shocked. His eyes had widened slightly, and he bit the inside of his mouth to try to stop himself from saying what he was about to.

You shrugged, “I don’t know, my friend set it up for me. Might as well go? She wants me to get a boyfriend before the second semester, and I don’t know anyone else who’s going to ask me out.”

“Don’t go on the blind date.” He said suddenly.

“What? Why-”

“Don’t go.” He said seriously, surprising you. He always had a light, happy air to him, but right now, he seemed dead serious. You gulped, looking back at his dark eyes and matching his stare.

You watched as his eyes stayed on your eyes, then flickered down to your lips, and then he broke eye contact entirely, looking away with a sigh.

“Sejun… Why do you care whether I go on a blind date or not? I know it’s not because it’s cutting into your tutoring time. You don’t care about stuff like that.” You said slowly.

“I can’t say why.” He responded, and you felt more confused than ever. What reason could he possibly have that he couldn’t even tell you?

“Then I’m going on the date.” You concluded, turning back to your bag.

“I said, don’t go.” He said desperately, grabbing your wrist. You froze up with the physical contact, turning back to him yet again.

He didn’t give you time to say anything before he was moving closer to you, and within an instant, you felt his lips touch yours. Your eyes closed as a response, and your heart pounded in your chest. Lim Sejun? Kissing you?

He pulled back, “If you need to get a boyfriend so badly, at least give me a chance, not some random dude you’ve never even seen.” He whispered, looking away again.

“Do you mean it?” You asked, making him look back at you.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Just needed to make sure before I do this.” You explained, leaning in quickly to press a kiss to his lips. “I won’t go on the date. You’ve convinced me.” You smiled at him, eyebrows raising, before you pretended to turn your attention back to your books.

You observed him from the corner of your eyes, fighting back a smile when you saw him blush and smile widely, looking back to his paper.

“You’ll be my girlfriend… right?”

You nodded, “‘Why wouldn’t I?’’’ You repeated his words from before, making you both giggle softly.

“I’ll take you to get ice cream after this is over.” He said, giving you a pretty dimpled smile.

“Why isn’t it over already, then?” You asked, looking back and forth between him and the textbooks that neither of you were going to study anyway. He smiled cheekily, grabbing the books and putting them back in his bag.

“Let’s go.” He held out his hand for you, and you took it gingerly, your heart racing in your chest again.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-bluehair

[solastay]

Color Wheel (Chapter 1)

Color Wheel (Chapter 1)

(artist! Taehyung x artist! fem reader)

❥pairing: Taehyung x reader

❥genre: college!au, artist!au, fluff smut, crack

❥rating: M

❥summary: Kim Taehyung and you were best friends for over a decade. Between watercolours and tons of acrylic paint, will an art contest and a memorable trip finally reveal what is inside an artist's heart?

Colour wheel: A circular diagram of the spectrum used to show the relationships between the colors.

I dream of many things. Many of which I consider to be impossible or rather unlikely. A word that I’m fonder of because it hurts less. It’s gentler on the heart.

I dream of things that are unlikely to happen. Those dreams feel like a canvas. They trick my mind into a fictional reality, a different world where everyone is who I want them to be and follow the lines of my sloppy sketch. They bring happiness, not the genuine type, but the one you get from immersing yourself deep enough that it feels real. Only to be confronted by the first rays of sunshine that warm the body but not the heart.

In my dreams, everyone has a colour within themselves. Said colours reflect their personality. The ones who shine green are, general rule, fun to hang out with. Others shine yellow, those always have food to share. Others are red, owners of a competitive nature. However, only one person shines blue and grey.

“Admit it (y/n), you can’t live without me".

It truly felt like I couldn’t, but he didn’t need to know how much I wished that he felt the same for me. How I wanted to be the one he craved for.

“Well, who else would drip coffee on my couch and call me at ungodly hours to eat take-out? Yes, a necessity in my life.” It wasn’t irony, even if my tone betrayed me.

“You underestimate me, I am a vital piece in the puzzle that is your life, and therefore, I think it is also vital for me to see what you have been drawing on the sketchbook I gave you.”

Of course, he would eventually ask that.

“You can see the others, not this one.”

“Not even if I say that I love you very much?” he mumbled hugging my pillow and staring with big bright eyes. He has always known most of my weak points.

“You would make a great actor, Tae” I replied, not batting an eye, used to those same old techniques.

He frowned, following my every movement while I got off the chair to get a jar of water. “What makes you think I’m lying!? You hurt me every day…”

I knew Taehyung's words were honest because he declared his love on a daily basis. He says it to the meaningful people in his life. Those were never empty words, he meant them, he truly cared about the people around him. Although I know that what he feels for me is no more than the love you feel for a long-term friend. He has said so before.

He loves words of affection, both receiving and delivering them. It’s the way he is, and I know better than to get my hopes up.

He is often the one who texts first and the one who wears a smile as often as possible. It becomes annoying how much his smile can brighten up a gloomy day. I hate that, it doesn’t matter how much I try, I can’t ignore it, or him. He is always there.

“How dare you to doubt my affection” he dramatically laid down on the couch, taking the space for himself and glancing upside down at me.

“I don’t doubt your affection Tae. However, I do think that one day, you are going to declare yourself to the woman of your life and she will think you want a piece of her food.” I answered going back to the kitchen.

“I do love you, tremendously and hopelessly so, can’t imagine where I would be if it wasn’t for you” he mumbled the last part while sitting up “But I feel like I am missing a part of you”.

He had a reason to feel that way. As an artist, he understood that the way one expresses themselves through lines and colours was a huge part of their life. It was no exception m. Sharing your art is sharing part of you. Your drawings and paintings were the way you perceived not only yourself but the people around you.

“Well, I appreciate your interest, but I’m not planning on showing it to anyone, any time soon. But if you must know, if it satisfies your curiosity, it’s just filled with anatomy studies.”

Showing the sketchbook was out of the question because it was filled with sketches of him. Yes, I draw many people. Many people I don’t even know, just as a practice, meaningless doodles. But Taehyung soon became my favourite model. I realised that when, in the middle of a lecture, I found myself drawing a random outline, that wasn’t at all random, it was his profile. It was his nose and his smile, and it was everywhere. That very moment was one of the first signs that made me realise I was a cliché. A disgusting and predictable cliché. I fell in love with my best friend.

“Interesting… Where have you been getting your material, hm?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Pinterest, as per usual.” A pillow was thrown at his face.

“Alright, I won’t insist on the subject, you draw your muses, and I will depend on my imagination. I just find it funny that you let me read your diary back when we were twelve, but I still can’t see your sketches.” he took the jar of water from your hand and wasted no time in dipping his round brush.

“Bingo. The quirks of being an artist.” You give him a wink while making your way back to his side.

“It’s been years and you still manage to keep secrets from me.”

You approach him and mess up his recently dyed blue hair “Well, one day you might know them all. Maybe when we are both old and grumpy”.

He looks at you endearingly under his dishevelled bangs “I hope we are still painting together by then.”

“Do you really believe I would stop sending you classical art memes?”

No matter what changed, I hoped he would, at least, stay by my side. Because I can handle the changes of life, but having him with me makes it much more bearable, even if he doesn’t love me as I wish he did. My therapist says I should consider letting go. But “letting go” means leaving behind the movie marathons we religiously do on Saturday nights, the awkward-but-not-awkward-at-all dancing in the living room whenever a funky song comes on, the funny comebacks and the meaningful embraces. I know I am not ready for that, and I am not sure I ever will.

To my dismay and disappointment, Tae is not open to the idea of having someone like that in his life. Which seems to go against the overall image he portrays to the people around him. He is flirty, touchy, and a hopeless romantic, but all of that was not necessarily directed towards a significant other, at least not a lover. He lives for the beauty of poetry and watercolours and the sunny afternoons by the flower fields. He dresses like he is in a Luca Guadagnino movie, listens to jazz and loves Vincent Van Gogh. His colours are beautiful, I could never replicate them as much as I tried, because I fear. I fear for my sanity, but since I can’t afford to be far away, I pat myself on the head and say that it’s okay to mourn for the thing that will never be. I’m okay.

Or at least I should be.

That’s what comes to mind during the current situation. It’s the end of the year, and we have just received the news that we were both selected to participate in a painting competition. The prize is for the piece to be presented in the biggest art museum in Seoul.

Now, let me clear things up, first and foremost. We are not exactly full-time artists. We graduated art school a couple of years ago, but ever since then, Tae still works as a restaurant server, a part-time job he picked up as a student which ended up being enough to pay rent, and I am a receptionist in a nearby hostel, having started half a year ago. I have been making commissions and illustrations here and there but it’s hardly enough for the end of the month, while Tae has kept art as a hobby.

Tae was the first one to know about the competition and I ended up signing in, on the condition that he would too. After that we promised that for once, we would try to accomplish something more than just pretty doodles on the corner of the page because we believed that at least one of us could make it big. Tae always said that I would win, while I never doubted, he would be the one.

We have always painted together and even though I hated many of my drawings, he was always there to show me how they were not at all worth ripping to pieces. During the last four months, we met every two days to work on a piece to submit for the contest, and even though I am not one to brag, we did a pretty good job. The first selection of pieces was just about choosing the contenders for the bigger competition. If they liked the artwork, the artist was officially approved for the event and could start working on the official project.

And we were in. We both made it in. Which meant that it was time to work on the bigger picture.

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Her doorbell had rung three times that morning. In an attempt to wake herself up, she threw on the first pair of sweatpants she could find and washed her face with cold water, trying and failing to blink the sleep away. Whoever was behind the door, could not wait more than thirty seconds, and it made her grunt and drag her feet to the door, rather than hurrying up. She gave her apartment a quick look around, noticing her pile of unwashed laundry and desk covered in papers and shrugged. After all, there was only one person who would dare to bother her so early in the morning, and his flat was in a worse state, she could bet her life on it.

Opening the door slowly, she stared at Taehyung’s glowing smile and moon-shaped eyes. “Rise and Shine!” he greeted.

Fucking golden retriever

“Morning” she replied with less than half of his enthusiasm.

Extending his arms filled with groceries, he excitedly gave her one of the bags “I brought breakfast, care for a decent meal?”

“If you insist…” she smiled, letting him in, closing the door after he crossed the entrance and made himself at home.

This wasn’t anything unusual but it did not fail to make her heart flutter. It was obvious that he would bring blueberries and her favourite type of bread, and she would have the sesame snacks he always asked for when he was around. He knew where everything was, every pan, fork, and cup, so it didn’t take him long to get everything ready for the pancakes.

“You know, one of, if not the main reason that makes you come here to cook is that you’re too lazy to wash your dishes” she peeked over his shoulder.

Looking down at the frying pan, he slightly smiled “I can’t deny that, but your apartment is much cosier than mine.”

“Hmm fair, you’re also a better cook than I am, so I can’t really complain.”

He kept a smile on his face. It was warm and genuine, and he seemed to glow while flipping pancakes and preparing two plates with berries and cream. She hated it. She truly hated it, but he was a magnet that would pull her into his vicinity with no resistance.

After a comfortable silence, Taehyung started speaking again in a soft tone. “I’ve been thinking about something…”

"Oh no." she snickered.

“I think we should take a break from this."

“From what?

“From this, the city traffic, the noise, the people…” He put his fork down. “I think that if we are doing this, we should do it the right way and take some time for ourselves, maybe a week. Just us, nature and two blank canvases. I miss painting like that.” There seemed to be a slight pout on his lips while he ate another blueberry.

She understood what he missed. The school times when our lives were based on the colours we put on paper. The way we used to paint the sunset just because we had time to draw one more line. She missed it too. How the flowers seemed more yellow when he laid on the grass, and the way he took her hand to trace that same colour because she didn’t make it bright enough. After the paint had run out and the stars were visible, they would lay down, talking about anything and everything, because the world was their own. They would make it their own.

That was love in its purest form, and even though she missed it dearly, she feared it would be the last drop that would make her break. A week alone with him would be simultaneously a dream and a nightmare.

“Where did this idea come from?” She asked in hopes of gaining some time to think of an answer.

“I thought about it as soon as we submitted our entries… we could go to my late grandmother’s place.” He seemed nervous, which was unlike him. “No one would bother us there. It would be like a spiritual retreat.” He explained while looking at his food, drawing a smiley face on the pancake with cream.

She kept observing him and decided that, in order to avoid the question, she would ask even more questions. “I��m not sure Tae, a whole week? Is your boss even okay with that?”

“I haven’t skipped a day, and he’s got more clients because of me. I’m sure he would let me off the hook for a few days…” He smirked, raising his gaze. “I think this would be good for both of us.”

“What about Yeontan?” She genuinely worried about the little dog more often than not.

“Yoongi will take care of him.” He readily answered.

She arched an eyebrow. “Fine, but did you consider my job?”

“For a matter of fact, I did, and I know you haven’t taken holidays in forever so it’s time to take what is yours, my lady.” He ended with a triumphant wink.

“Well, fair, but I also have several commissions.”

“Yes, but I know you, and I know they will be ready in three days if you want them to.”

She slumped in the chair. “Tae…”

Taehyung seemed to have given himself a second to think. Saddening his smile, he added “Unless you don’t want to go.”

“I wish I didn’t.” She sighed.

He held her gaze for a few seconds, before looking down once more. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize; we’ve been through this.” She replied nonchalantly.

Tae’s shoulders tensed up and he quickly tried to amend the situation. “Well, I know, but-”

“It’s fine, Tae.” She finished her food and got up, taking her plate to the kitchen.

That was what she told herself every time they would be together. Tae knew about her feelings, and she knew he didn’t feel the same, he was clear enough. His words were engraved on her brain like a mantra.

She heard him get up and bring the rest of the dishes. While cleaning the counter, she suddenly heard him stop behind her, and gulp before saying “I just…I don’t think I can do this any other way.” He put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around to face him. “I can’t unless I leave this place, and I know I need you with me. I know I am being selfish, but I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t think it would be good for both of us.”

“What do you mean?” She crossed her arms still holding the kitchen cloth in her hands.

“I mean that you could use the break too. Do you think I don’t notice that your eyes don’t shine as they use to? My (y/n) pours her soul into everything she makes. I don’t want to see you lose that passion.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sorry to disappoint you, but that is just adulthood.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” He was truly serious.

Of course, he would say that. The forever hopeless romantic.

“Tae,” she paused. “What I have to paint is not what I want to paint. People are not looking for a new Dali or Gogh, people want what they want, and they want it fast. Of course, I lost my spark! Back then I didn’t know how tiring my life would be. How I can barely pay my bills, even though I have two fricking jobs.” She exasperatedly explained.

“But this contest could be your chance! Our chance!” He now held both of her shoulders, too close for comfort. He wasn’t gripping her skin, his fingers held her both firmly and delicately, like if he ever let her go, he would never see her again. “If one of us wins, we will have a foot set inside their world.”

She scoffed. “Always the dreamer, Tae.”

“Please, believe in yourself. Let me take you on an adventure. I know we both have what it takes to win.” He then looked down and took her hands in his, throwing the cloth to the sink. His eyes had none of the insecurity they once had when they looked up in determination. She saw vulnerability, yes, but also a fire that burned like no other.

“Please (y/n), I need you. I can’t do this with anyone else.”

With that final sentence, she knew she would end up signing in for her doom. Her nightmare. How could she deny that from him? How could she, when he asked for her like she was the only one in the world? She didn’t find the strength to say no, and she was sure she would regret it.

“I’m going to think about it.”

“Do you promise?” He asked not breaking eye contact.

“I promise I’ll think about it. It’s not a yes.” She emphasised.

“I’ll take that, thank you so much (y/n).” He took her face in his hands and kissed her on the forehead.

Oh, how she wished her heart hadn’t turned into an orchestra, and that her cheeks hadn’t turned a deep colour of red. And that she hadn’t melt at the warmth of his hands and the softness of his lips. She hated it because when she felt him holding her face and saw him looking down at her in awe, she realised that she had said yes.

[kaes-wonderland]

Kogayamagoshi

Headcanons

❥ Warning: Haikyuu (Romantic) Rarepair

❥ Finished: April 19, 2023

❥ Kae's Notes: I have no idea what has been going on with me lately with writing, but we’re in a love/hate relationship right now- So, take some Kogayamagoshi headcanons, featuring aroace Tsukishima. Please no hate!! Just trying to have some fun. This is my OTP poly ship, it makes me giddy anytime I think about it, AND THIS SHIP NEEDS MORE LOVE AND CONTENT!!! Please see my Navi for more info♡

HOW THEY MET

Well, it started with Koganegawa and Tadashi meeting during the practice match between Karasuno and Date Tech (during S4 of anime). Y’know, when Kogane said “Tsukki!!” and Yams got all bent out of shape? Well, Tadashi had a crush on Tsukkishima for the longest time, and when he found out that he had competition when it came to the salty blond’s heart? Kanji unknowingly became more than just rivals on the court. Although, much to their embarrassment, Tadashi found out months later when Kei came out to him as Aroace. Automatically he felt guilty for being a jerk to Kogane, so he asked Tsukki for his number to apologize to him. In true Kanji fashion, he didn’t even realize and explained he lost feelings for the blond and was talking to someone named Goshiki. So, they became friends!! Yamaguchi and Goshiki then met through Kanji, and while things were a bit tense, they soon blossomed into the trio no one knew they needed. ♡

IN THE BEGINNING OF THEM ALL DATING around the first few weeks, Tsutomu didn’t know that they were dating, just thinking they were all hanging out and stuff. When she found out, she was super embarrassed for not knowing. To make her feel better, Kanji hugged her and refused to let her go, except when Tadashi wanted to give her little kisses.

THEY ALL HEAVILY STAN Lady Gaga and Halestorm. They all flipped out when Halestorm did a cover of Bad Romance

TSUTOMU HAS A HARD TIME expressing her love to her boyfriends, so she shows her love by actions, a.k.a. doing things to make Kanji and Tadashi’s life easier and happier. She does her boyfriend’s chores when their tired so they don’t have to, or make them their favorites drinks after a long day. And to say I love you? Buys them their favorite flowers.

POST-TIMESKIP Yamaguchi always arrives home before their partners, but can always assume Goshiki will be home soon after. So, before he gets home, Tadashi will prepare snacks and drinks for them to share. 50/50 depends if they’ll shower together or Tsu wants their alone time, but regardless it always ends up with them taking about their day, to how they miss their boisterous sunshine boyfriend. They joke about bored they are without him, until Kogane comes home and tackle them with love

WHEN THEY HAVE TIME IN THEIR BUSY SCHEDULES they will go on arcade dates. Tsutomu has a love/hate relationship with those Claw Machine games as they are for “babies” according to them, but he can’t win anything and it infuriates them. Kogane is a whiz at them though, and always tries to win matching prizes for all three of them. He’s skilled at the games where you put the balls in the holes too. Thought, Goshiki is an expert at air hockey, and Yams is a professional when it comes to those coin games or the ones you have to stop at the perfect time.

COFFEE IS A BIG NO-NO for Koganegawa as he get SUPER hyper, but still gets it when them and Tadashi are alone, buttering him up. Goshiki always scolds him for giving them coffee, but Yams just isn’t immune to Kanji’s “puppy-dog eyes” like Tsu is.

CUDDLES ON THEIR HOUSEHOLD consists of Kogane and Tadashi making a “Tsutomu Sandwich”. Different positions are used too, but they use this method when she’s over-working herself. They just drag her to the couch or bed, and once they do, Goshiki knows she’s not leaving anytime soon, and doesn’t even try to fight them anymore.

BEFORE A GAME Yams always gives them foreheads kisses as a “good luck charm” Kanji loves them, and always asks for one, two…seven…more kisses. Tsutomu gets really embarrassed, especially when Tadashi does it around their teammates, so he instinctively moves away a lot. Especially since it’s someone from another school/someone who just got done kissed someone from another team. But Tadashi always acts really sad, which makes the other’s heart wrenching, so she hesitantly gives them a headpat so their love wouldn’t be sad anymore. But it was all an act on Yams part, just to get some type of affection.

A LOT OF THEIR FIRSTS were initiated by Koganegawa as he was just too excited to wait, pumped to share these intimate moments between the two he loves. Although, their first kiss was initiated by Tadashi when they were parting ways after a training camp. He kissed Tsutomu, then Kanji, which lead to her saying “You both get on my nerves…but I love you two.” Which ended them having an extra long group hug.

POST-TIMESKIP Yamaguchi always has sympathy for their two partners after their practices/games. So, he makes sure to give them the full treatment and pamper them, especially if they had a game vs each other. Goshiki gets all embarrassed by it even though they secretly like it and Kogane couldn’t be happier by all the attention.

GOSHIKI IS NOT THE…best at accepting touch. Although, she never did mind Kanji’s arm around her shoulders or her and Tadashi’s pinkies interlocked together. ♡

KOGANE ALWAYS FEELS sooooooo incredibly bad if he accidentally squeezes his partners a little too hard in an embrace as he doesn’t realize his own strength. But no worries, YamaGoshi always makes him feel better in the aftermath <3

THEY ALWAYS HAVE LOTS of movie marathons with tons of different picks. Sci-fi, romance, and surprisingly horror movies. The horror ones are picked actually from Koganegawa as they love when their partners cling onto him during the extra scary parts.

BOTH GOSHIKI AND YAMAGUCHI get really jealous when they see people flirt with Kogane…and the poor baby is so oblivious to flirting he just thinks they were being friendly. They never blame Kanji, so they always send the person flirting with their man death glares.

POST-TIMESKIP When Tsutomu and Kanji have a game against each other, Tadashi is always decked out in both teams merch. Usually Kanji’s spare jersey and hats and pins from Tsutomu. Sure, they get weird looks, but he’s a fan of both of them—their number one fan to be exact. Both of them can’t help but blush when they see Yams in the stands, cheering his heart out for both of them ♡

©k_kae- 2023 — all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, or repost my works and claim them as yours. But reblogs, likes, and comments are alway welcomed. Thank you, stay positive シ

[sincerely-krp]

honestly, i would looooove to be a fly on the wall when it comes to gen rps bc i have no clue how it works?? // for me, and a large majority of others, we try to portray the idol as they show their personality to be publicly. Schedules are followed, events talked about etc. but there is leniency in this for the sake of getting to write and have interactions with others. With idols free time, if they publicly talk about something they’ve gotten up to then yeah a lot of us will talk/post about that too. But sometimes we’ll make stuff up that could be related to something we’ve done ooc or could be talking about having watched a movie with someone etc. - being on hyperbeam to hang out is part of that leniency for the sake of again having another way to interact with others.

Some people do take ooc too far which the majority of us disagree with doing because that’s not the point of rp. Personalities can be tweaked /slightly/ to fill in gaps from info about the idol. Ultimately, you’re playing a character the same as any other rp. But the character is just based on a real person instead of someone else. Think of it as like - say you pick an idol faceclaim for your oc, and then you take your favorite actor or movie/book character and make your muse fit their personality, traits, interests etc. it’s kinda similar except the faceclaim and personality etc all come from the same person with small adjustments where necessary.

The biggest thing with gen is just making sure you have a basic understanding of your muse, what they’re like, their interests, what types of relationships they have with their members (if in a group) and if they have any other idol friends you can interact with. It is very obvious when people come into gen being their ooc selves. And it’s very obvious when they know barely anything about their muse, especially when they make no effort with group members/idol friends (you don’t have to get along with everyone you try to interact with, but an effort should at least be made with the people you muse canonically knows and is friends with)

I hope this maybe helped a little? (If you’re not op and wanna reply to this hating on gen, don’t bother. This person asked very nicely and I hope I gave a genuine answer back. There is no hate needed here)

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[heartfairy]

The Gift

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: vi (arcane) x fem!reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “Vi decides to give you a beautiful gift, something you’ll remember for a long time. If not forever.”

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff + smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,4k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: established relationship, playfulness, happy tears, domestic stuff, shower sex, thigh riding, fingering, lots and lots of kisses, lots of cuddles. first half of the fic is fluffy and the second half is just fluffy smut.

⟶ A/N: a soft smutty fic, as usual. just so you know I have 3 other fic ideas that I am currently writing… I promise you. you’re not getting rid of me just yet! If I’m being honest this is a soft filler fic before the OVERFLOWING tooth rotting fluffy smut part you’ll get afterwards. I hope you enjoy this uwu

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Vi knows basically everything about you. Since you both started off as close friends to best friends to lovers… it’s kinda required. At least that’s how she feels about it.

She knows that you’re very sensitive and have some occasional sensory issues. How you love with your whole heart, or hate something like your life depends on it. The colour orange for example, you can’t really explain why but you don’t like it. Unless it’s peachy and pastel yellowy orange, that’s how you’d say it. Neon orange, the worst colour that exists. She knows you have a soft spot for plushies, you’d always be happy with a plushie of your favourite animals or character. You’ll never get enough of owning them either. Even if the bedroom is filled with them.

You love cute things. Pastel colours, especially lilac, baby pink, light blue, mint or light green. You despise spiders, you yell the other direction as you beg her to take care of it, thinking about it makes her laugh. She knows you like to read books during your free time, getting lost between the pages. You also love sunsets and sunrises. You love heart shaped things, clouds and flowers or plants.

To summarise it, she just knows you through and through, just like you know Vi better than herself sometimes.

Violet also remembers very vividly when she first moved in as your roommate that you told her that you’d love to adopt a kitten or a cat someday. To make you feel less lonely. You probably never adopted one because Vi moved into the apartment at the beginning of you getting the place.

She knows you’re not lonely anymore, but she can’t help but think about it either. You’re obsessed with cats, and she knows that they are one of your favourite animals.

So one day, she decided to get you one. She’s been secretly researching and buying all the essentials a cat would need. Such as a litter box, food and some toys. Vi would like to think that you have no idea of her plan. She is very adamant on keeping this a surprise as long as she can.

It is the evening, you finally enter the apartment while you yawn. You just came back from your work, your art studio. You didn’t bother to call out that you came home because usually you’re the first one that’s done with working. Dropping the keys next to the little side cabinet next to the door, you quickly take off your scarf, beanie and your jacket. You hang it on the peg before making your way to the living room.

You let yourself fall on the couch the moment you reach it. You moan while closing your eyes as you feel yourself sink into the cushions, feeling your body relax. You enjoy the silence for a while until you hear a crash coming from the hallway.

You open your eyes and frown, you thought you were all alone. “Vi?” You shout as you stand up, making your way towards the sound.

You hear a muffled “Yeah” coming from the spare bedroom. The one Vi used to sleep in before your relationship became romantic. You hear her shuffle before you hear her lock the room, making you gasp.

“What are you doing there?” You laugh.

“It’s a surprise!” She yells back at you.

You shake your head in disbelief, “Come on Vi, please open the door.”

“Not yet, be patient please!”

“You know I hate when people are being secretive,” you say teasingly, loud enough for her to hear.

You hear shuffling again “Baby, you know I’d only keep secrets from you if it’s to surprise you,” you hear her say, her voice a lot louder than before. You realise that she’s next to the door.

“I know,” you grumble.

You hear the door unlock, there’s a moment of silence before she opens the door just slightly too peek her head out. Her hair looks dishevelled, messy. You see that her face is flushed. It's a funny sight, seeing your girlfriend like this. You giggle as she looks at you.

“Are you making fun of me? I am literally peeking my head out just to say hello to my girlfriend,” she complains with a hint of playfulness. “I guess you don’t deserve my surprise.”

“No! I’m sorry.” You say quickly as you try to stop laughing.

“Alright, since you’re trying to be good for me… you can see what my surprise is,” she says as she opens the door just slightly so you can slip inside. “But first, close your eyes.”

You smile mischievously before you try to look serious again, closing your eyes for her.

“And no peeking!” Vi says because she knows how curious and impatient you can be.

“Okay,” you say, keeping your eyes closed. You hear the door slide open for you and seconds later you feel her take both of your hands in hers. Guiding you inside the room you hear a tiny meow. You gasp loudly, thinking you already know what her surprise is.

You hear Vi curse under her breath making you bite your lip. “You can open your eyes now,”

You slowly open your eyes and find a tiny black kitten lying on a little blanket on the bed. You feel your heart melt at the sight, as she meows again. All your attention is on the cute little creature in front of you. You can feel Vi’s eyes on you as you approach the kitten on the bed, they sit up and crawl to your direction. Sitting down on the bed the fluffy little thing tries to get on your lap.

You feel your eyes well up with tears while the kitten purrs lightly as you caress their back. You can’t believe this. Tears roll down your cheek as you coo at the little kitten lying in your lap. You look up, meeting Vi’s eyes seeing her look at you with so much warmth.

“Is this for me?” You say through sobs.

She walks closer to you sitting next to you, instantly wrapping an arm around you. You lean your head against her shoulder as you nuzzle against her.

“Yes of course, she’s all yours.” She whispers, kissing the top of your head.

“Ours,” You reply quickly.

Vi smiles as you continue to cry softly against her. Vi pats her lap and you pick up the kitten gently in your hands and Vi wraps her arms around you, picking you up and moving your body onto her lap. She places her head in the crook of your neck as she hugs you closer to her body while you pet the kitten in your own lap.

“What are you going to name her?” She says against your ear.

“Kiki,” you say without thinking.

“Kiki? Like your fave little Animal Crossing character?”

She feels you nod against her “Yes, like the black cat in Animal Crossing.”

Vi chuckles “Why?” She asks, knowing the answer already.

“Because she’s a black kitty with big yellow-greenish eyes just like Kiki and because Kiki is my favourite.” You say as you look up at her with a big smile on your face.

Vi leans up to press a soft kiss to your temple, making you feel all warm inside. You feel yourself melt against her. “Perfect name for a beautiful kitty.”

“Perfect just like you,” You say as tears well up in your eyes again and you lean up to press a soft kiss to her lips. “Thank you.” You whisper against her lips.

“Anything for you, princess.” She says before kissing you again. You both kiss languidly for a while, just enjoying each other’s company and love for one another. After some time you hear the kitten meow. She pulls away first, both of you looking down at the little kitten on your lap.

“I think it’s time for dinner.” You say happily, wiping your tears off your face.

“I guess so, let’s make some dinner then.” Vi says with a huge smile on her face.

——

After dinner is over, you’re cleaning the dishes as Vi is playing with the kitten in the living room. You still can’t believe she gifted you a kitten. You’re truly over the moon.

As you’re cleaning, your mind is drifting off elsewhere. You’re daydreaming about the domestic life you have with Vi and you feel your heartbeat faster as you think about her. You don’t hear Vi approaching you, so lost in your own thoughts.

Arms wrap around you slowly making you yelp in surprise. She chuckles against your neck at your reaction, “So deep in thought that you didn’t hear me come into the kitchen, baby?” She knew you too well.

“Yeah…” you whisper.

You feel her delicate lips tracing the length of your neck, pressing soft kisses down your neck onto your shoulder. You smile when her hands slide across your stomach to keep you close against her chest.

“I love you,” you murmur, tempted to drop everything you’re doing to wrap your arms around her.

“I love you too, missed ya.”

You continue to clean the last plate in your hands until it’s done. Afterwards you’re cleaning the sink with soap making it shine. You smile as you turn around in her embrace, wrapping your arms around her quite quickly.

“You know… I missed you too today.” You whisper, your lips ghosting against hers for a second before your lips meet in a gentle kiss. For a while you’re both just kissing, enjoying the feeling of each other.

You pull away from her but not before giving her lips a quick peck. “I’m gonna shower.” You say as you walk away.

“Oh—”

“Are you coming?” You say with a playful tone.

Vi looks at you with wide eyes for a moment until she composes herself, taking the hand that is holding out for her. You pull her to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You’re leaning against the door of the bathroom looking at her while you bite your lip. She looks so hot, she always does. You walk towards her as she smirks at you, grabbing the collar of her hoodie, bringing her lips down to your mouth.

“I want to undress you,” you whisper against her lips. She moans against you as you tug at her sweatpants.

“Only if I can undress you.” She says teasingly.

“Yes, please do.”

You undress each other quickly, while you both continue to kiss each other passionately. Violet seems determined to devour you whole, determined to make the most of this desperate kiss.

Once both of your bras and underwear are off, she pulls away slightly as her hands caress the length of your arms, admiring your body. “You’re so pretty. So beautiful.” She says as she’s caressing the side of your face, she tilts your chin, her lips ghosting against yours. She slowly glides her lips over yours, nudging them open. You part your lips wider, urging her to kiss you more, deeper, because all you want to do is give.

You whine against her lips as you feel her hands move from your neck to your waist, all the way to your ass. You pull away slowly, her pupils are dilated and she licks her lips before she squeezes the flesh of your ass in her hands.

“F-fuck, Vi.” You moan as you pull yourself away from her hold. “We should get in…”

Vi stares at you hungrily for a while before her gaze drifts to the shower. “Good idea,” she says smiling cheekily.

You quickly step into the shower with one foot and reach for the shower handle, turning the shower on. Once you step out of the shower, you feel her hands around your waist again, pulling you closer as she leans down her head to kiss your neck.

You giggle at her affection, knowing that Vi can never get enough of you. You pull away again as you notice the water is heating up. Stepping into the shower, you sigh as the warm water falls on you, the steam already relaxing your muscles. You turn to face the water, closing your eyes as you let it run off the back of your scalp, your hands coming up to rub over your face.

Soon, you feel the front of her body against your back. Her hands are sliding against your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to her. You can feel your breath growing shaky as you respond to her movements, turning your body around in her embrace. Your arms encircling the back of her neck, your lips leaning up towards hers.

She gladly meets your lips halfway, as you’re standing on the tip of your toes. She kisses you slowly, teasingly, like she has all the time in the world, her hands squeezing your hips, pressing her own hips against yours as she finally deepens the kiss. You gasp as her hands knead your ass, giving her the opportunity to slide her tongue inside her mouth.

“You’re truly the hottest person I've ever seen.” She murmurs against your lips. Her own lips become more and more eager as she backs you slowly against the shower wall. You hiss slightly as the cold wall hits your back but the uneasiness is short lived as Vi tucks her face into your neck, her lips pressing soft open mouthed kisses below your ear.

“Says the hottest girl I’ve ever seen,” Your fingers tangle in her hair, which is dark pink now, because it’s soaking wet. Just like your heat, that’s now touching her thigh. You didn’t notice that she brought her thigh between your legs, too lost in the feeling of her touch and kisses on your neck.

You whimper loudly, leaning your body even more against hers and you feel your body tingling all over. A second later you feel her lips crash against yours again. You feel so overwhelmed, your heart hammering against your chest as you roll your hips down on her. Grinding your sensitive clit against her muscular thigh.

“B-baby—” you cut yourself off with a loud cry as her hands move you back and forth, the delicious friction against your throbbing heat causing you to close your eyes as she moves you back against her thigh. Moaning softly as you feel Vi flex her thigh against your pussy.

You gasp as she moves her leg up to apply more pressure to your clit, bucking your hips instinctively to continue rocking them without her guidance. You’re trembling as you drag your hips back and forth, occasionally moving in circles. You feel so close, the coil tightening below your waist. Her thigh is so thick and strong, the pressure on your clit driving you insane as you roll your hips faster, supporting yourself by your palms placed on her abdomen as small whines leave your mouth.

Her eyelids hang low as she watches you, her eyes concentrated on each roll of your hips, each grind of your pussy against her muscular thigh. Your body trembles the more you drag your pussy against her, feeling so close to your release, you try to move your hips faster. Her hands dig in your hips, guiding you against her thigh once again the second she notices you slowing down. Flexing her thigh repeatedly against your dripping centre does it, makes you double over as you cum against her skin.

Your head leans against her chest, as you try to catch your breath while you slow down your movements against her. Her hands slide over your back as her arms pull you closer against her while she pulls her thigh back.

You look up at her, your breath still laboured. “Did that feel good?” She asks as a gentle smile plays on her lips.

“Oh yeah, definitely.” You mirror her smile as you wrap your arms around her neck.

“You did so well for me, you’re always doing so good for me. I love you so much.” She says before she leans down to kiss you. The kiss starts off gentle, but soon evolves into something more passionate and deep. She brings your body closer to her, and you can’t seem to quite catch your breath.

You open your mouth to swipe your wet muscle against her lips, her lips slowly opening up for you to slip your tongue inside. Your tongues dance against each other slowly, her taste is so delicious, making you moan against her lips.

Your hands travel from her back, all the way down to her waist, your hands occasionally squeezing her flesh. One of your hands is slipping all the way down to her wet heat in between her legs, while the other is holding her body close to yours. All the while you’re kissing her deeply. She whimpers when your fingers pass by her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Your fingers slide up and down her slit, slowly spreading her outer lips for you to slip two of your fingers inside her. She cries out as you rub your fingers against her walls. You press your palm against her clit as you gradually pick up the pace of your hand.

Her legs almost give out on her at the pressure against her clit combined with your fingers playing with her sensitive spot inside. You steady her with your other hand as you smile against her lips. You swirl your tongue against hers as she moans in your mouth. Her thighs tremble so hard as her noises start to become more high pitched.

She opens her eyes, meeting your playful eyes as she pulls her mouth from yours to cry out loud as her hips stutter against your hand as she comes undone. Vi tightens and untightens around your fingers as she rides out her high. After a while you slip your fingers out of her as she slumps against your body. Both of your hands catch her body and you smile.

“God that was so…” She says breathless against your neck.

“I know, I wanted to thank my girlfriend for giving me such a beautiful gift.” You say as you lean your head down to press a kiss on her, now soaked head.

“You know you didn’t have to,”

“I know, but I wanted to. I shouldn’t be the only one that’s always getting all the pleasure.” You say softly.

She straightens up after you say those words. “Is that what you think? That you don’t pleasure me enough?”

You bite your bottom lip as you try to avoid her eyes, “Well yeah, kinda.”

You soon feel her hands on your cheeks, tilting your face to hers, making you look into her eyes. “Erase that thought out of your head, you do pleasure me so much that you don’t even realise.”

You smile softly at her words, leaning against her touch. “Thank you, you know how insecure or how much I doubt myself sometimes.”

“That’s ok, I’m just here to remind you that those thoughts aren’t true.”

You wrap your arms around her as you hug her close to you, your head on her chest. You both hold each other like this for a while. Until Vi speaks up again.

“What do you think about this, we go and watch a movie in the living room after we clean up?” She says as she smiles down at you.

“Perfect idea.”

You both wash each other, your hair and your bodies, as you occasionally share some kisses, touching each other softly as you clean yourselves. It’s so intimate, in a way that it’s not even sexual anymore. Just soft and sweet. And oh so gentle.

Once you’re both finished, Vi steps out of the shower first grabbing a big fluffy towel for you. Wrapping the towel around you once you’re out of the shower. She grabs one for her and wraps it around her.

“You’re so beautiful.” She whispers to you as she dries herself off. Once you’re both dry she wraps her towel around her and pulls you against her, holding you close to her.

You could stay like this in her arms forever. Eventually you pull away and she smiles mischievously down at you.

“The first one that has their pyjamas on and sits on the couch gets to pick out the movie.” She says quickly before running off to your shared bedroom, giving herself a head start.

“HEY!” You yell as you run behind her, both giggling as you try to be as quick as possible.