#( hope u dont mind me snatching this!

[mikgreo]

hi! 🙈

do you also find it really attractive when guys say I know, baby I know. or something along those lines (///w///)

if your taking them could i request jik or hq characters doing this in some scenario/drabble. please feel no rush/pressure.

take care of your self too:)

“i know baby, i know.”

ft. jjk + hq boys fluff, slight nsfw, humor.

tags. nsfw for gojo oikawa and kuroo, rest are cute scenarios + some hcs i made on some.

chars. gojo/oikawa+ kuroo, geto/osamu, toji/atsumu, inumaki/kenma, yuji/hinata, megumi/kageyama, choso/suna, todo/bokuto, nanami/akaashi

a/n. tysm nonnie!! i didnt know if u wanted them separate or just in a group category..couldnt resist not giving gojo oikawa and kuroo smut. i hope this was what u wanted:((

gojo, oikawa, kuroo

you were sprawled out on his bed in his apartment. you were gripping the soft cushion sheets in pleasure, gritting your teeth, occasionally biting your lower lip to halt your moans. his long skinny fingers scissored their way through your gummy walls as if they owned the place. the tips of his calloused fingers hitting your g-spot everytime he thrusted in. you hated how vulnerable you became, how you melted like putty just from his fingers- but it just felt soo good. he knew your insides like no one else, knew all your sweet spots and how to make you cum. he was big- big being in understatement. he was huge, in your eyes atleast. prep was needed, always. even though you hated how long it took to get you ready.

“hngh.. i want you now- please!~” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder, as he looked up to you with a frown. “want you insideee..ngh! can’t wait...~”

“i know baby, i know. you’ll get it soon, ‘kay? i just dont wan’ it to hurt, my love.” he said softly, adding a third finger in. “just a little bit more, okay princess?”

geto, osamu

it was 3am, and you could not sleep. you tried scrolling through twitter and instagram for some time, but couldn’t. thats when you opened up tiktok, fully forgetting that, tiktok.. was a music app. and your volume…was halfway up. so when you opened it, it blasted for a second before you quickly swiped off the app, why were you so scared? well..

“y/n, what the fuck.. why are you up, go to sleep girl.”

your boyfriend was sleeping, and you hated waking him up.

“but i can’t sleep sugu/‘samu!! im not tireddd.” you whined, pouting. as if he could see you.

“dont care, go to bed or im snatching your phone away. l/n.” he growled and sat up rubbing his eyes.

“noo im sorry. please i cant sleep, babe!!”

“i know baby, i know. what if we cuddle and i tell you about my plans for tomorrow, hm? maybe it’ll help.”

toji, atsumu

“i want a dog.” you said glaring at him, who was sat on your couch.

“i know baby, i know. but yk we cant.. im fuckin allergic ‘member??” he shot you a mocking facial expression.

“but its okay, you can just take some Benadryl and you’ll be fineee! its not a big deal toji / ‘tsumu.” you pouted.

you walked over to him and sat on his lap facing him.

“if yur tryna seduce me into agreeing, its not g’na work babe.” he put his hands on your waist.

“ughhh!! can we atleast get like a cat or something?? please babyyy.”

“let’s leave this conversation for a different day, y/n.” he replied before pulling you into a hot kiss...that led to making out.. that led to your own personal problem for tonight.

inumaki, kenma (I PUT BOKUTO AND YUJI BC I WAS ORIGINALLY GONNA HAVE AKAASHI AND MEGUMI IN THIS TOO BUT I CHANGED MY MIND.. SO PRETEND IT SAYS PANDA FOR INUMAKI..)

yuji, hinata

it was getting late… too late. your boyfriend had a day off and decided to spend it by sleeping, completely forgetting the fact that you two agreed on walking around the park today.. he was just soo lazy :(

“sweetheart….get upppp. its 12pm, you needa wake up.” you whined as your boyfriend tightened his grip around your body. he was big spooning you, a position where not even an earthquake could move him out of.

“mmm, i know baby, i know. just…five more- five minutes.” he groaned into your ear, you could feel the warm breath against your earlobe, it sending tingles down your neck to your spine.

“if you get up, ill take a shower with you, and make you waffles.”

you had never seen him get up from bed that fast before.

megumi, kageyama

you and your boyfriend were having you weekly movie night, you were under his right arm while you layed your head on his lap, using the blanket to cover your view of the flat screen.

“babe….i dont wanna watch this..its scary.” you pout as you attempt to sink deeper into your boyfriends arms.

“i know baby, i know.. but i love this movie, so can we please keep it on?” he scratched the back of his neck.

“ughhh, couldn’t we just watch inside out 2 or something babeee??” you whined.

“that’s a kids movie, im fine where im at.” he flicked you on the forehead.

“stoppp!! owww.” you cried out.

choso, suna

you two were watching moana in his room, the room was dark and you were both on his bed, cuddling. everything was fine until there was a loud noise which you thought came from the kitchen. you thought nothing of it but your boyfriend…

“did you hear that? what the fuck.” he sat up.

“babe…you better not.” you warned him with a glare.

“it was a fucking ghost, y/n. i fucking told you theyre real. theres no way im letting somethi-”

you cut him off, “girl, ghosts are not damn real. if you dont lay your ass right back down i swear to god.”

“i know baby, i know.. but you gotta really think about it, what else could it be?” he bit down on his thumbnail.

“shut up, cho/rin.”

todo, bokuto

you were sitting on the dinner table- across from your boyfriend, who had told you he had something really important to talk to you about. some minutes passed and he was just sitting there, hands interlocked together, his leg beating up and down.

“babe…is everything all right? its been like 3 minutes are ya gonna say something?..” you softly spoke.

“there’s something..i gotta own up to.” he spoke, not moving a muscle.

“oh fuck no, if you cheated on me i swear to god-”

“are you crazy?,” he finally moved from his position and gave you a puzzled look, “of course not, its just..”

he took a long deep breath..

“when i was 5 years old, i went with my mom to the store. she was browsing and i wondered off and.. i saw this lollipop, that i really, like really wanted. and i picked it up and asked her if i could get it, of course my mother being my mother she said no. so i got angry.. and stuffed it in my little pocket. and she checked out and i got away with it. and i just keep thinking about it, and the more serious we get with our relationship i just cant bare the everlasting weight and guilt of this act i decided to act upon. so im telling you now.. if you wanna make your choice on whether you still wanna date a criminal like me.”

you got up from you seat, and sighed.

“i hope its April 1st today.”

nanami, akaashi

[schoenpepper]

Fishies

Intro: In your dreams, this eel merman loves to bother you the most.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, Floyd is a warning in and of himself, mentions of homicide haha, reader is yuu, i dont think i followed the req very well my bad, u and floyd are like super totally normal besties i prommy ahaha no romance here nope no sir, not proofread im like super ded, the glitch text is funny to me, yandere floyd and reader if u like squint super hard

A/N: Updates are slowing down a lot, I know, I'm so so sorry. Unfortunately, my course and univ are kind of competitive, and as someone who hates studying, I've been forced to actually study. Gross, I know. This is for my 300 follower event, for @anonymousplant. I hope you like it.

Masterlist

You’re a pretty normal person, at least, you’d like to think so.

But starting from when you were 5 years old, you’ve had a permanent, recurring dream. You tell your parents of a rowdy merman that tends to linger in your subconscious: his sharp-toothed grin, his sparkly tail longer than his torso, his pretty fins that fluttered when you tried to touch them. They didn’t believe you when you said he really liked trying to squeeze you to death, though they comfort you when you break into their room in the middle of the night sobbing your little heart out.

Yeah, Floyd is an asshole.

That’s his name, or at least, what he told you. You’re not too inclined to debate him on that considering his fondness of wrapping his ridiculously long (and freakishly strong) tail around you, squeezing you at a moment’s notice.

You thank whatever deity is listening that you can breathe underwater in your dreams. He does not seem like the kind of guy who wouldn’t drown you. You know, for fun. Every night when you fall asleep, you ready yourself to meet with your imaginary friend (that’s what your parents called him, though you prefer the term imaginary acquaintance, at best).

“Shrimpy! You’re here, hehe~”

You look at him harshly with your arms crossed in front of your chest, “You’re never this happy to see me. What do you want, fishy?”

“Neh, shrimpy~” the sparkles in his two-colored irises bring about a sense of fear in you, “do you know what dreaming like this means?”

“That I made up a weird eel merman in my mind?”

“I’m not made up. Don’t be silly, shrimpy!” Floyd’s tail slithers in the water, coiling around your legs, “Jade and I learned about it yesterday. You’re my soulmate!”

Ten-year-old you woke up in a nervous start.

Ew!

Why would you ever, ever, be caught dead being with someone like Floyd?! He’s annoying, and a fish, and so if you got together you’d be a fish too! But you don’t want to be a fish!

Your parents are surprised to find you in a very snappy mood the following morning.

“You left so quick, shrimpy! You don’t wanna be my soulmate?”

You snatch an iridescent fish swimming by, turning it into a big plushie with your dream powers. “But you’re annoying,” you stick out your tongue, “so I don’t want to be your soulmate.”

“Eh…?”

You glance at Floyd. He doesn’t seem too happy with your words—in fact, his eyes are narrowed and he’s swimming slowly, closer and closer to you. “But I like you so much, shrimpy~” he says, but there’s no expression on his face. He’s so, so uncomfortably close that you need to lean back to avoid touching him, “you don’t get to choose your soulmate, y’know? So it’s not like you have a choice, hehe~ But if you really wanna be rid of me, I can always squeeze you ‘til your eyes pop! If you’re dead, you wouldn’t have a soulmate anymore. Shrimpy, aren’t I so nice?”

“You suck.”

You kick at the dream water and swim away from the giggling eel.

“Wanna play chase, shrimpy? Okay~”

He’s not too bad. At worst he’ll get cuteness aggression and suddenly wrap himself around you, but most times you’re just chatting endlessly with him about what he calls “weird human things”, and you pester him for details about “normal fish things”. He talks about his octopus friend that he refuses to call a friend, and how takoyaki is his favorite food in the same sentence. You talk about having to dissect a frog in science class which he found really funny somehow. He tells you about his twin brother and their shenanigans together. You tell him about how your parents, your friends—no one believes you when you say that Floyd’s real.

He says they’re lame.

You’ve learned to keep him a well-guarded secret lest your parents recommend a mental hospital again, but he must’ve stuck himself real close to your heart when he starts becoming inseparable from your mind.

He’s become a really good friend.

With Floyd, no moment is ever dull, even when you’re just sitting together on some dream-conjured rock, leaning on each other silently.

There is no second in a day in which you’re not thinking of him. Your favorite part of the day is going to sleep to see him each night, spending hours with his eccentric tendencies. The fish has become a very important part of your life.

(Your friends in school ask you who you like in a discussion about crushes. You ignore the fact that his name is on the tip of your tongue.)

He’s your best friend. There is no secret you can keep from him, because despite Floyd’s usual laissez-faire attitude, one change in your expression and he’s onto you. You’d thought you would go through your entire life with him as your constant, you really did.

On your sixteenth birthday, he’s gone.

Not that he disappeared, but rather, you can’t dream anymore. You wake up the next day with no memory of any dream, and it fills you with panic. Your stomach is churning like a void is forming inside—an integral part of yourself is missing and everything feels so, so wrong. You make your bed and head downstairs to eat breakfast. Your parents question your demeanor in concern for your well-being, and you force out a smile. You tell them you’re fine? There’s no need to worry them about the loss of your imaginary friend, right? You’re okay. Maybe this is the change you needed. You’ll be an adult soon, and you can’t dream of a weird eel merman forever.

No no n̷̥̜̐ơ̷͉̪ ̴͚̉̾n̷͚̥͒̓o̵͍̾̆ ̵͍͑n̷̩̝͐ő̵̟ ̶̛̈́ͅn̴̟̣͝͠ȍ̴̢̜ ̸̳̾ǹ̷̳̮ö̴̠́

Where is he?

Where is F̸̛̛̛͇͉̳̝̫̹͒̏͒͊̐͜ͅļ̸̪͈̞̱͓̰̖͌̽̉̔̐̇̃̃̏ó̶̻̯̪̭̐͋̏͛͒̈́̇̽ͅy̶̟̳̬͉̙̖̫̙̻̑̏̌̔̇͂̋̌̕d̷̝͕̣͖̺̬̦̟̂͊͜?̶̧̛͕͎̼͔̈́̆ Ẅ̶̟̗́͠ͅh̶̦̞͚͙̣͛ỳ̴̢͓͓̗͔̗͓̀̉́͋͜͝ ̸̹́͐̿͛ī̵̡̛͎̪̭͉̫̋s̷̢͇͗̏̔͑̿́̚͜ ̵̡̟̄̀̈̆̎̓͝ͅh̵͕̓͂̍̀̔̊̏́ę̶̹̝̘̙̪̗͊̽ ̸̮̟̞͇̭͕̫́̆̀͑̓͗͜͠g̵̙̰̽̔̈́̃́̓̋̐o̸͚̱̟̳̘̦̖̊͐̓ñ̷̨͕͉͈̱̮̲̟ȅ̷͓͙?̴͖͎̳͚̟̲͚̂̔́̔͝͝

Why has he left you...?

Your vacation to your grandmother’s house does nothing to ease your worries (but if she ever heard you sobbing your heart out alone in your room, she never said anything about it).

There’s an old mirror in your bedroom in your grandmother’s house, owned by your late great grandparents. The floor length mirror is encased in an intricate gold frame, and it’s not too obvious until one night when you’d found yourself staring at it in a daze, but the reflection is off. It’s tinged with a layer of purple light, translucent and barely visible unless you pay attention. You try to sleep (it’s been evading you for three days, since the night of your birthday), cozy in your fluffy blankets and a blue unicorn onesie that your grandma had bought to try to cheer you up.

You’re woken by a bright light.

Careful, tiptoed steps lead you in front of the mirror. Your fingertips graze over its surface when a sudden force pulls you in—right in front of a crowd of a few hundred students.

So that was your first day in NRC.

You’d say it was nothing particularly remarkable considering everyone in this place has some sort of superpower, but to be honest, they think you’re so intriguing because you’re magicless. In their eyes that made you weak.

Helpless.

NRC is just filled to the brim with budding sadists.

Your first night in NRC goes a lot different.

It’s uncomfortable. The blankets and sheets are old and scratchy. The entire place is in disarray. It’s filthy and dusty and you’re sure you’re one step away from falling right through the floorboards because of how creaky they are. But tiredness makes for the best sleeping aid, and you’re prepared for another night of nothing.

You miss Floyd.

It’s a big shock when you’re met with your most beloved dreamscape instead of the void. Cold water that chills you to the bone, schools of colorful fish just passing by. There’s a long tail wrapped around a boulder, connected to a swaying half-human who’s blankly staring at the jellyfish. It’s all so familiar that your feet have acted before your brain has; you’re right next to him again.

(It’s where you should be.)

“Shrimpy!”

His voice is a welcome sound. His squeezing though, not so much.

“Floyd—ack! Ow ow ow!”

You almost swear you hear your ribs crack at some point with the way his tail and arms are putting pressure on it, but he only loosens his hold. He doesn’t let go.

You don’t mind that he doesn’t want to.

“Shrimpy’s so mean, why’d you gotta go no contact like that? It’s been so boring! I was super bummed, didn’t even wanna leave my room for that lame ceremony. Did you sleep when I was awake or somethin’?” he whines mournfully into your hair, “I thought… tsk, I told you soulmates aren’t changeable. Were you tryin’ to stop dreaming again?”

“No, the dreams just stopped,” you reply softly. It’s so oddly comforting to be in his arms, it makes you sleepy even in your sleep.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You weren’t tryin’ to stop seeing me again?”

“I wasn’t. I promise.”

He hums, almost in relief.

(You don’t feel his lips gently, so gently, leaving a kiss on your neck where he’d buried his head. It’s so unlike him, but you make him act so weird.)

Grim wakes you up to look for breakfast in the cafeteria, and your time with your (platonic 💜) soulmate is over all too quickly. But something is stuck in your mind as you’re trudging through dimly lit halls with cat in tow. You knew the name Night Raven College rang a bell, but for it to be the very same school that Floyd had been ranting about for a year is just so unexpected.

(You’re finally in the same world.)

Then, is he here?

You didn’t manage to tell him about your most recent adventures last night. Maybe you should ask around and see if anyone can point you in the correct direction. At least, that was your original plan. Before an almost-burnt statue, a broken chandelier, two idiots who are actually really fun to hang out with, an abandoned mine with hostile ghosts…yeah. It takes you at least three more days before you remember to ask about Floyd in the school. You wanted it to be a surprise, so you kept it a secret from him. Though you probably should have expected that with all the mischief you’d gotten up to, your name was bound to reach his ears sooner or later.

“What the—?!”

“Ack!”

“Woah!”

Your first real meeting with Floyd starts with your cat and your friends being pushed to the ground in a pile.

“Shrimpy! You’re in my school! And you’re the funny student that’s been causing trouble? Now I’m annoyed I missed orientation for the freshies,” he does not hug any looser in his human form, “coulda’ seen you earlier. I coulda’ squeezed you earlier too~”

“Too tight, loosen up a bit please.”

“Okay~”

Ace and Deuce are looking up at you in shock with how casual you seem to be with him, but you pay their reactions no mind, only walking towards them with Floyd still wrapped around you, reaching out a hand to help them up.

(You don’t notice Floyd glower at the trio, or the way his hold tightens ever so slightly.)

They don’t take your hand, but you smile and introduce your best friend anyway. “Guys, this is Floyd. He and I have been in each other’s dreams since forever,” you pat Floyd’s arm that’s slung over your shoulder, “he says we’re soulmates but just ignore him, he’s kinda crazy. It’s probably some freak coincidence.”

“There you go again shrimpy, I thought we were over this? You still don’t believe me even now?”

“Soulmates don’t exist Floyd, don’t think about it too much. You know you’re still my best friend.”

(Ace and Deuce look at each other. Neither of them want to be the one to tell you—)

Soulmates are absolutely a thing.

And with the way that the big bad school bully, known for terrorizing at least half of the student population, is basically hanging off you, there was just no way that Floyd wasn’t completely and absolutely enamored by his cute, magicless little soulmate.

They should probably warn Grim that the eel merman wouldn’t be letting you sleep at Ramshackle tonight.

Or ever.

[hariboz]

NEW YEARS KISS

“your best friend decides to volunteer when you complain about not having anyone to kiss on new year’s eve!”

pairing: bff!gyuvin x gn!reader

genre: fluff!!, friends to lovers!!

warnings: reader is somewhat of a romantic (?), reader is also said to be a little inexperienced in terms of dating!!, a little (implied?) jealousy from gyuvin, seunghan cameo (1. FREE HIM!! HE DID NOTHING!! 2. he was the first non-jebi guy i thought of <3), they’re cute <3, this is nawt my best work i literally wrote this on new year’s eve while with my family 😭

notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY POOKIES!! i hope all of you have an amazing, healthy and happy 2024 🥹🫶🏻 may all your goals come to fruition!! also, i’m very excited for a new year with my jebis, may they continue to thrive and be as happy as they can be <3 also, hope wakeone burns down xoxo MWAH LOVE U ALL <33 ALSO!! i picked gyuvin for this bc some knetz are pissing me off currently with their stupid hate for gyuvin, so i decided to write this bc i LOVE KIM GYUVIN!! IF YOU DONT MAY GOD STRIKE YOU DOWN

word count: 1.6k

you don’t mind being single, really. it’s not really the ‘being single’ part that makes you feel weird, but rather just…not getting to have the same experiences as your friends. always having to sit and nod along when they talk about a date they went on, or how they celebrated a holiday with their partner. it’s exhausting being surrounded by couples all the time. they’re all your friends and you’re happy for them, but when it comes to events like this, you really wish you’d have more single friends.

new year’s eve is supposed to be fun, filled with laughter and loud excitement for the coming year — it is all that, but it’s also you watching your friends huddle together once the countdown to midnight starts, sharing sweet nothings before celebrating the new year with a sickeningly sweet new years kiss.

all while you kind of just stand there, celebrating the arrival of yet another year on your own. for those few lips-locking seconds, at least. is it a little silly to feel left out? of course, but is it really that absurd to want to experience a new years kiss just like everyone else? well, you don’t think so. gyuvin, your best friend, sees things a little differently, though.

“it’s so stupid, i don’t get why you’re so hung up on it,” gyuvin huffs past his snacking on some chips, throwing you a sideways glance. “just think about it, most of them have a different new year’s kiss every year. does that seem like something you want?” you roll your eyes, snatching the bag of chips from his hands. “you don’t get it,” you stuff a handful of chips into your mouth, “it’s romantic. it’s like saying ‘i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you.’ you’re not romantic enough for this.”

gyuvin just gives you a skeptic look, turning his attention back to the drama playing on your tv. it’s silent for a while, both of you a little lost in your respective thoughts until gyuvin quietly speaks up, “does it really bother you? that you don’t have someone to….” he trails off, voice a little unsure. his voice is sincere and doesn’t have the teasing tone it had earlier so you’re a little caught off guard.

you clear your throat, answering in an equally small voice, “well…yeah, kinda? i don’t know. i just think it would be…nice, for a change, you know? i want to experience stuff like that too, instead of just always watching from the sidelines.” gyuvin nods, seemingly understanding where you’re coming from, and that was that. for now, at least.

you didn’t think much of that little one off conversation, neither of you bringing it up again in the weeks that followed. though, unbeknownst to you, that seemingly unimportant conversation kept knocking at the back of gyuvin’s mind every single day. he thought about it an embarrassing amount, really. he kept telling himself that it was because he thought you were being silly, and all those times he thought about being the one giving you your new year’s kiss were definitely nothing more than fleeting, stupid thoughts. nothing more.

which is why gyuvin is so conflicted when he walks through the door of your little friend group get together on new year’s eve, bags of snacks in hand, only to see you laughing with a guy he hasn’t seen before. there’s an unfamiliar feeling bubbling in his chest and he almost involuntarily thinks back to your conversation, to the fact that you really want to kiss someone once the clock strikes midnight — and it starts to mess with his head.

he’s quickly roped into a conversation with ricky and some of his other friends, though his eye seem to be glued to you instead of the people talking to him right in front of him; his eyes drifting back to you giggling along to whatever that strange guy was talking about every few minutes, the unsettled feeling in his chest spreading all over his body. “are you even listening?” gyuvin’s attention is ripped away from staring holes in that guys head when ricky addresses him directly, ricky’s hand on his shoulder bringing him back to reality.

“yeah, sorry.” the smile on gyuvin’s face is tight, ricky glancing to where you’re still speaking to the guy and it all makes sense to him. he sends gyuvin a sympathetic look and tries to keep up the conversation, though it’s clear gyuvin’s mind is entirely preoccupied.

when the calls for new snacks start, gyuvin immediately volunteers to filling the bowls back up in the kitchen, if only to avoid his eyes from drifting back to you and the guy — whose name is seunghan, he learned — and in turn dampening his mood even further. today is supposed to be fun, why is he moping around like this?

“what did the chips do to you? you’re practically glaring ar them,” gyuvin’s head whips around at your voice, the playful smile on your face lifting some of the heaviness in his chest when he sees you standing in the doorway.

“oh, hey.” gyuvin gives you a small smile and goes back to his snack duties while trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, “who’s the guy you’ve been talking to? you bring him along?”

shaking your head you reach over to steal a handful of cheese puffs gyuvin had just emptied into a bowl, “not me, but ahrin. his name is seunghan and she has her eye on him,” you mumble, “he’s funny and they both seem to like each other.” gyuvin nods, hand absentmindedly playing with his sleeves, “you think she’ll go for the new years kiss with him?” gyuvin asks, and you can tell he regrets the question as soon as he asked it.

you just shrug silently, the sudden mention of the kiss rendering you a little speechless. “ and you? you got anyone to kiss this year?” gyuvin says in an overly sarcastic tone, seemingly in an effort to loosen the tension a little. you snort at that, “ha ha, very funny. leave me and my romantic aspirations alone,” the lightheartedness in your voice makes gyuvin relax a little, and just when he’s about to speak, someone bangs against the kitchen door, demanding your attention.

“c’mon you two, we’re playing some games,” matthew calls before rushing back to the living room. you and gyuvin share a short glance before loading up on all the snacks and following suit, excited for the mess that is most definitely about to ensue.

two screaming matches, one round of (rigged, according to hao) just dance, three bowls of snacks and dozens of tears spilt through laughter later and the almost dreaded countdown to midnight is inching closer. the couples are slowly starting to separate from the group again, looking for an area that is less crowded and a little more romantic. your high mood is slowly starting to go down, the feeling of once again being the third wheel, in a way, accompanied by this off-putting feeling of loneliness in a room full of your friends bringing the self-doubt at the back of your mind to the forefront again.

gyuvin plops down next to you, stretching his long limbs with a groan, “god i hate sitting on the floor,” he looks around, the amount of couples in your friend group only now really hitting him, “damn, is that kiss really that important?” it was a rhetorical question, really, and he was speaking to himself more than anything, yet you turn to scowl at him.

you open your mouth to go on a rant about the lack of romance in gyuvin’s mindset when he suddenly turns to you, cheeks a little flushed but eyes filled with determination, “i’ll do it.”

you blink at him, “huh? do what?” gyuvin swallows, “kiss you. give you the new years kiss you want.” it takes a second for his words to register, before you splutter at him incredulously, “what— gyuvin why would we—“

“okay, time for the countdown! ten!” you hear from the other side of the room, and panic starts to fill gyuvin’s expression. “because i want to. i’ve been thinking about it ever since you mentioned it, and—“

“seven!”

“you said it was like saying that i have no idea what the new year will bring, but at least i will always have you, right?” his eyes search for yours, his pupils shaking and you nod, still a little stunned.

“four!”

“that’s exactly i want to tell you. so please—“

“three!”

“i want to be the one to give you your new years kiss. if you want—“

“two!”

and then, it happens. you grab his face and pull him close, hesitation for just a millisecond before your lips meet right as it reaches midnight. the fireworks outside colouring the sky feel almost pathetic in comparison to the burst of emotions exploding in your chest, it’s warm and fuzzy and just feels so right.

both of your faces are flushed bright red as your lips separate, but neither of you can keep from biting back the goofy smiles spreading on your faces. before you can even begin to think of something to say gyuvin leans back in, pressing another kiss to your lips.

and another. and another…and another.

you only separate for good when your giggles break through the kiss, gyuvin’s hands cupping your face, “i’d say that was a pretty good start into the new year, no?”

[lildreamycyclone]

Cherry Shortcake

(PartyBeetle fluff)

Pest was standing in the corner of the elevator. He spinned a new coin he snatched in his hand, whistling. There was almost nobody else in the elevator, if you exclude Jermbo, who stared blankly with his black eyes. Pest was on his way to Poob, since this party animal invited him to their place. He could ignore them, but somehow he agreed to come over? Why? He didn't know. He was such an asshole to them, and yet they still liked him. They did not mind Pest wouldn't care about them, they still were so nice to him. He blushed a bit, when he remembered Poob's annoying, yet adorable smile. Feelings are so dumb… TING! The chime of the elevator interrupted Pest's thoughts. He arrived at Poob's house. The beetle creature sighed and put the coin in the pocket of his black jacket. He entered the apartament. It was colorful, with striped wallpaper and some party decorations everywhere. Suddenly Pest stood up still, and sniffled the air. There was some sweet aroma filling the house… It was the smell of chocolate and the hint of cherry. Pest's horns rose up in curiosity and attention. "このヤリマンは何をしているんだろう… (I wonder what this bimbo is doing…)" he thought, as he carefully approached the kitchen door. "pesty!" It was Poob. They smiled happily seeing him, and they hopped to hug him. The moment Poob embraced him, made Pest blush a lot. He shivered, unused to physical touch, and gently pushed Poob away. "hai pesty!!! u came v early!" the partier said. Pest noticed they wore a white apron with stars, which was covered in flour and some chocolate stains. Their paws and their face was a little dusty too. Pest realized Poob left some flour on his black jacket, and he quickly dusted it away. "i made sumfing special 4 u!" Poob said. Their fluffy tail wagged, as they picked a porcelain plate from the kitchen. Pest quietly gasped as he saw it. It was a chocolate shortcake, with whipped cream and bitter choco glaze, with a little cherry on top. Pest's cheek's turned as red as the cherry, a bit suprised by such sweet gesture. He actually liked cherry shortcakes (altough nothing could beat apple pies). Poob smiled at him. "do you liek it?" they asked, with sparkly hopeful eyes. Pest rubbed his neck, then hestitantly took the plate. He grabbed the tiny fork and took a small bite… Holy shit. It was actually delicious. Choco cake with sweet cherry jam filling was literally melting in his tongue. His red eyes glistened, as he continued to eat the baked good. He mlemmed, revealing his crimson tongue, and looked at Poob. "im so happy u liek it, pesty!" Poob giggled, dusting some crumbs out of Pest's face. The feeling of the soft paw pad on his face made beetle creature flustered. He quietly whimpered, his horns lowering. "aww!" Poob chuckled. "dat wuz so cute!!!" Pest growled and covered his face in frustration. Stupid feelings. Poob playfully booped Pest. The butterflies in beetle creature's stomach fluttered even more. He pouted, blushing. Poob cupped his cheeks, with a mischevious grin. "dont be shy pesty!" they giggled. "Stop calling me Pesty… And stop touching me." Pest hissed. Poob just laughed. They loved Pest being so bashful. His usually cold and harsh demanour was breaking, revealing his softer side. "but u still liek my gift?" Poob asked, tilting their head, with this adorable smile. Pest sighed. "Yes… Thank you…"

[pacifymebby]

i fucking love all ur peaky blinders writings you do them so well!! i was wondering if u could write one of about the peaky blinders n a reader that’s involved in a mafia, yk she has power, she’s strong, not intimidating by men, doesn’t hesitate to point a gun at someone’s head

Aw lovely thank u i am v happy u enjoy my work its so lovely to here!! Im so new to writing peaky boys stuff so its cool to see people enjoying it <3 <3

Hope you like these x some of them are long, i guess i got carried away haha

Tommy

🌿He can tell there's something different about you, something dangerous, a different kind of higher class, the second he sees you..

🌿And when he learns who you are - a mafia princess - his mind is set.

🌿He has to have you... Not just once, but for keeps.

🌿It wouldn't just be startegically a perfect move, ot would also bolster his ego. This is a man who wants the whole world and to wed mafia royalty... That would be a pretty big chunk of the world.

🌿But it would be scandalous in many ways... Hes a politician, a sitting MP... And its no secret the corruption, violence and murderous tendencies of your infamous family. There would be no feigning innocence anymore.

🌿If he's going to be with you he'll have to do it with his whole chest, openly admit to his own corruption and wrong doing, he'd have to be the bad guy in the open...

🌿 And he'd have to play his cards right, he couldn't be playing games with you... He's fairly certain playing games will end with one of your bullets in his brain.

🌿 You're already used to the finer things in life so his wining and dining and usual tactics won't work on you. "Is all this supposed to impress me Mr Shelby?"

🌿Your family probably have tigers roaming the villa grounds you grew up in. You probably grew up alongside wild animals...

🌿 And youre supposed to be impressed by a country estate and race horses...

🌿 Actually the things that really attract you to tommy are these:

🌿🌿He's troubled, he fought in a war, one which your family watched and ignored... You secretly don't believe that the men in your family, know what its really like to be a man, fighting to protect the family... Though they tell you that's what they're doing all the time.

🌿🌿His roots, theres somrthing mysterious about it, the fact that he talks to his horses, the fact you've heard theres a gypsy curse on his head. It's more interesting to you than anything you've heard back in New York

🌿🌿 The fact that there was a time in his life when he had nothing, he actually clawed his way out of poverty...you were born into your riches, you've never really had to work for anything in your life, so youre in awe of the things hes won for himself.

🌿🌿 You also love the way he takes whatever he wants from the world, just snatches it up regardless of whether he deserves it or not. Youre hoping thats what he'll do to you. Steal you away from your family. Claim you as his own.

🌿But you wont admit any of these things to him, you play the princess personality up for all its worth because you like the idea of being the one thing tommy shelby can't have

🌿Tommys brothers think hes daft for even trying... They've seen you, heard rumours about you, they think hes way out of his depth... But tommy is determined

🌿 And one day when you finally give into the charm youd been resisting, you become the most feared couple... The mafia are secretly scared of your gypsy husband, they dont trust that he wont put a curse on them... And tommys family are terrified of you, the unpredictable, spoilt princess who will not hesitate to shoot someone dead just for looking at her funny.

🌿He can't tame you though and it concerns him, you probably make more trouble than its worth... You don't have the manners of the english and you refuse to learn them. Not even Tommy can teach you.

🌿 Calls you princess to patronise you, enjoys talking down to you and trying to put you in your place even if it hardly ever works. Showers you with gifts, and when he realises how drawn to his gypsy roots you are, he starts showering you with gypsy gifts, little trinkets hes carved for you himself, jewels with fine tales behind them, mysterious histories which capture your imagination.

🌿He likes to take you out on horseback to the middle of nowhere, lie down with you under the shade of a tree or on the bank if a river and tell you as many stories as he can, either from his childhood or gypsy tales you tell little children. Its his only way of getting you to calm down or behave yourself, of getting you to stop putting on that "fearless and fearsome mafia wife" personality.

Alfie

🐻Can't imagine you'd get on very well at first... If he realised his attraction to you he'd be angry with himself for thinking that way about a "wop"

🐻 He'd definitely try to ignore it... Which would be difficult because every time you were in a room with him you'd be little miss provocative, trying to get under his skin.

🐻 Youre not sure if thats because youre so used to all men falling at your feet that youre actively pissed off that this man wont... Or if its because you can see that he is attracted to you, but isnt acting on it (which would piss you off even more than the former) OR (and this is unlikely right, you would never!) perhaps you find him attractive. This slightly mad, older man who behaves as close to any mafia man youve ever met only rougher, not so well groomed. Hes a little gruff, theres something a little dirty about him...

🐻 Also youre a mafia woman... Youve been spoilt rotten your whole life by your father and brothers but youve never really felt the love of any of them... Youve only ever been treated like a possession by them... Which is a sure fire recipe for DaddyIssues™️

🐻 This gruff and slightly insane older man then, might be the only person who could ever be everything you ever needed...

🐻 But that discovery probably pisses you off even more, so its likely that in the moment went you realise what you really want from him, you raise your gun to his head, make him look down the end of it.

🐻 He's probably the only one of the peaky men who isn't actually scared of you, not because he doesnt think youre unpredictable and dangerous, but because hes not scared of death, hes looked it in the eyes one too many times to be scared of a "little girl" with a gun.

🐻 "Alright alright so youve got yourself a gun and youre not afraid to use it... You've come in here... To my humble bakery what i built up from absolutely fuck all... And you're waving that thing in my face like its fuckin christmas day and you just plucked it out of Santas fuckin sack..." "Did you get it for Christmas y/n? Did santa make it for you in the North fucken Pole?"

🐻 "You can pretend to be a mad old man all you like Mr Solomons but I'm not scared of old men..."

🐻 "Ohh well, thats alright then, thats good very good actually, cause see somet you might not know about me right? Im not afraid of little girls... Yeah?"

🐻 The remark would shock you a little, not much but enough to make you hesitate, and in that second of hesitation he could disarm you. Not that you'll ever make the same mistake again.

🐻 But this time he disarms you and pushes you back down onto his desk, takes your chin between his thumb and index finger so that you have to look him in the eyes. He can see how angry you are but he isnt deterred because he has control now and he knows he won't get that opportunity again for awhile...

🐻 "Looks like your daddy didn't teach you how to properly handle your weapons... Wouldnt make that mistake me... No, i, would, not." "And anyway, right... Somethin else i wanna know yeah... What kind of father yeah, what kind of fuckin father sends his little girl to the arse end of Camden Town to deal with his fuckin problems?" "You want my advice little girl, if i were you I'd stay right here, with this here mad old man... Cause i reckon he would know how to take care of you properly..."

🐻 So you have a choice, give into the feelings and desires which have been plaguing you since you first met him, or spit in his face and tell him you'd rather die... And this is a man who just might offer you deal or death, thats how much he's his heart and mind set on you.

🐻 "Oh and Tommy, Tommy my old mate, did i tell you, just a little warning yeah, and i know you wouldnt ever think about crossing your dear old friend right but... If that thought ever does come flittering and fluttering into your whimsical gypsy boy brain... Just remember, ive got Mafia connections these days right... So i wouldnt if i were you... "

Arthur

🍂 Shits himself when he sees you pull a gun on a man in one of the Shelby bars in London.

🍂 Arthurs been sent to keep control of them and here you are, a fucking woman... With your gun raised to the eyes of one of his patrons.

🍂 When he steps in "alright alright is someone gonna tell me what the fuck is going on here?" and you answer him cold and simple "This english pig called me a very unpleasant slur and that... Mr Shelby, i won't tolerate..."

🍂 You shoot the man in the head right there in front of everyone. Screaming errupts and chaos and panic set in but you just stand there, strong arm still outstretched. Finger still on the trigger.

🍂 Arthur just gapes at you in shock, hes never seen a woman shoot someone, the fact that youre so glamourous looking too... From afar hed have mistaken you for one of the toffee nosed london elites who usually come to dance and drink in his bars because theyve heard they are dangerous and riddled with gangsters.

🍂 But now it seems, he recognises that accent of yours, turns out youre the gangster.

🍂 "Sorry about the mess Mr Shelby," you give him a quick smile and knock the body on the floor with your foot and turn to leave.

🍂 "Well, hang on a minute love hang on a minute you can't just..." "let me stop you there Mr Shelby..." hes not heard that slanted italian american accent on a woman before but he likes it, "i ain't your love... And i can actually... The evidence is soaking blood into your beautifully varnished floor..."

🍂 He gets into a lot of trouble with Tommy for letting you slip off unpunished, for letting the whole thing happen in the first place...but arthur doesnt see how he could have done anything different.

🍂"You weren't fuckin there Tommy, you didnt fuckin see her..."

🍂 He spends a lot of time tormented with daydreams of you, wants to see you again because hes got it bad for you... Even has a particularly steamy dream about fucking you whilst you hold your gun to his head.

🍂 So when you come back to his bar not a week later with a little white flag you made yourself, hes stunned and speechless and he doesnt know what to say. You say youve come to offer him a peace offering, just between you and him.

Its a little white flag and a little vile of white powder which is his on the condition that he shares it with you.

🍂 So you end up getting high together and fucking, and recreating that hot and heavy dream of his.

John

🌼 Deeply suspicious of you, doesn't trust the italians. You aren't pleasant to eachother to begin with at all.

🌼 You refuse to call eachother by name, hes a "pikey" you're a "wop" and thats that. You resent eachother.

🌼 Which is a shame because Tommy only introduced you before the wedding as an act of mercy to his little brother...

🌼 When you walk down the aisle dressed in white, veil covering your scowl John feels his heart freeze.

🌼 Of course he can't be too unhappy, you are fucking stunning... Your olive skin, your long dark hair, theres something almost virgin Mary about you, especially when youre all in white and pure...

🌼 And you would be lying if you tried to pretend you didnt find the gypsy boy to be good looking. His freckles are cute. He's strong, bulkier than any of those italian boys that have been sucking up to your father hoping for your hand all these years. John looks like a man who might be able to handle you

🌼 But hes still a pikey and youre still a wop and you refuse to say a word to him the whole day of your wedding. You fucking hate your father and you fucking hate tommy shelby

🌼 And in the end thats what draws you and John together. Mutual resentment for the men who forced you together.

🌼 Consumating the marriage is intense... When youre alone together youre both pretty much pretending you don't want it, spitting insults at eachother, hate in your eyes as he backs you up against the wall and you tell him youd sooner die than let a fucking pikey get his hands on you.

🌼 Pisses him off "That can be arranged love don't you fuckin worry," the two of you reaching for your guns at the same time. Challenging eachother, neither one of you backing down, eyes locked, fingers on triggers.

🌼Until something overwhelms you both at once and you can't resist anymore. When you come together its violent and explosive. John enjoys the thought hes tarnishing you, taking your purity, vandalising your virginal self... And you enjoy being fucked against the wall, your hands squeezing his throat, choking him.

🌼 After this the dust begins to settle on your hatred for one another... Youre more united against Tommy and your father than you are against eachother. But you like to keep up the pretence. Its like a fun game you have, pretending to hate eachother then having intense the most intense sex when youre alone. Youre always trying to push the boundaries, testing eachother.

🌼 You still affectionately refer to eachother by your respective slurs but see if anyone else ever tried it... If anyone ever called you a wop, john would put a bullet in them quicker than lightnight, and if anyone ever insulted him for his blood, youd be the one firing your gun.

🌼 John enjoys the way people fear you, he likes having a dangerous wife by his side.

🌼 You like having a dangerous man by your side, one who isn't so sleezy and american and preocupied with their looks... You think hes a real man.

Bonnie

🍀 Poor sweet innocent boy has no idea who you are when he first meets you... And thats partly your fault because you do lie to him.

🍀Youre actually sick of people being so scared of you, you dont think they are really scared of you, you think they are scared of your father... Which isnt fair... Its making it impossible to find a man and pretty soon youre certain your fathers going to arrange your marriage to some sleeze in another mafia family for the good of the lineage anyway

🍀 When you meet Bonnie Gold after one of his fights which Ada Shelby snuck you into, he has no idea about your family, but you know everything about his... And you see one thing in him...

🍀 Escape. You don't want to be a mafia princess anymore. Like Ada you want to shed your family name and be your own person.

🍀 So when you're introduced after the fight you beg him to take you away, to help you dissappear. And him being naive and you being very fucking pretty, he's more than happy to oblige.

🍀 After his fight the two of you disappear together for several weeks, hes no idea of the trouble hes getting himself into, and youre naively trying to pretend this can last forever

🍀You love the nomadic life style, the not knowing where you'll be tomorrow or a week from now, the knowing that nobody can find you, that no one you meet knows a single thing about you. And you like the simplicity too...

🍀Bonnie can tell that youre hiding something from him but he isnt sure what and he trusts that youll tell him eventually... For you to be friends with Ada Shelby, for you to have been so desperate to get away from London... He knows that you have a darkness inside you... But like i said he trusts you... And he's seen a soft and innocent side to you.

🍀Over the weeks you spend travelling together you grow closer and closer. At night you sleep under the stars, wrapped up together in his big coat with a blanket over you both. In the morning you awake with the birds and he teaches you to hunt and to cook wild rabbit. You fall for eachother slowly. When you share your first kiss you feel guilty, you almost cry and he can tell youre upset.

🍀 "Don't be sad little dove, i know you're keeping secrets, i don't mind... You can tell me all your secrets when you're ready,"

🍀 When you return he takes you to meet his father, to tell him you want to be married, that youre in love which makes Aberama laugh. He thinks it hilarious because he can tell that his son still has no idea who you are.

🍀"Well miss youve certainly caused a lot of trouble without trying haven't you..." it turns out your father didnt take kindly to your disappearence.. The italians have been threatening the whole country trying to find you...

🍀 Bonnie is surprised, but quietly pleased... Not just with himself for having a mafia princess fall in love with him, but also because hes in awe of your defiance, this trick youve played on everyone including him... He thought you were sweet and innocent but here you are, a mafia princess whos brought the whole underground crime scene in britain to a grinding halt.

🍀 "Do you hate me Bon? I lied to you... Could get you fuckin killed? I understand if you never want to..." "Don't finish that sentence little dove," him hushing you, hand holding your cheek, thumb to your lips, "Don't need to finish that sentence," kissing you softly is the only answer you need.

🍀The first time he sees you pull a gun on anyone the man in question is your own father. Hes come to bring you home but you wont go... Bonnie is there as a peaky boy, standing with Michael and Isaiah watching and keeping his mouth shut. He knows hes dead if anyone clocks who he is. Your father threatens to kill every gypsy boy he meets until he finds the one whose stolen you... But you stand your ground.

🍀 "i wont lose my daughter to a fucking pikey..." "Then tell people I'm dead," you turn the gun on yourself your eyes locked with your father, your burning with defiance, a truly formidable lass, "I'd sooner blow my own brains out than continue to call you my fucking father..."

🍀 And its the fact he cant tell if youre bluffing that makes him back down. He gives in but tells you that theres no backing out, he'll tell the whole world youre dead, but you are dead, to him, theres no coming back. But you don't back down.

🍀"Your girls a fuckin terror Bonnie lad, hope youre going to tame her," Isaiah laughing eith Michael after the whole affair. "I fucken won't," Bonnies pretty much stubborn about that, he loves your defiance and hes proud cause he knows Isaiah and Michael are secretly terrified of you. Women who don't fear death are the most formidable creatures.

🍀 "You're incredible dove, that was incredible..." "but... You promise me now, you'll never point one of these things at that pretty little head of yours ever again..."

Isaiah

🐀Definitely bitten off more than he can chew. He's in love with you before he even realises whats happened to him.

🐀Doesn't know what to do with himself because for all his arrogance and confidence, he knows a girl of mafia blood is so far out of his league.

🐀Youre in London because your father has business with Tommy Shelby, and your father refuses to travel to the shithole which is Birmigham

🐀You came along for the legal drinking, the shopping and to see what all the fuss about "English" men was...

🐀And you don't think much of any of them at first... Most have them are a little ugly, badly dressed, dirty, with funny accents... And Isaiah has a funny accent but, he's good looking, and he has the cocky nature of any american boy youve ever met.

🐀He gets tasked with chaperoning you much to your delight... Less to your delight you know that one of your fathers men is trailing you too, just to make sure nothing bad happens, that this Peaky Boy doesnt try anything funny with you.

🐀You find it all bitterly amusing, youre a woman, not a mouse. If this Peaky Boy wants to try anything funny with you, just let him try, its you who will see to it he doesn't get very far...

🐀Although the idea of getting up to no good with an english gangster, one your father hates... Well its appealing to say the least. You're a bit of a brat, used to getting your own way, used to doing as you please and facing little consequences later...

🐀So you suggest to your new peaky boy that you both lose your dads man, you ask him to take you through the back streets until your fathers men can't find you... And isaiah knows he shouldnt but hes sensed the mood youre in and he cant pass up the opportunity to go too far with you. He wants to get into trouble with you... He has a feeling that Mafia girls fuck harder, more dangerously.

🐀"You wanna get into trouble Peaky Boy? My father will kill you for this? Aren't you scared?" "Not fuckin scared of anyone me sweetheart," "Fine, do your worst Peaky Boy..."

🐀It doesnt last too long because you don't have much time but its hot and heavy and rough... And its the best you've ever had, maybe thats just the adrenaline of knowing youre up to know good, the adrenaline of risking someone elses life for your own pleasure...

🐀And you do get caught, you suppose if you were being honest with yourself then you'd always known you would be.

🐀You get caught with Isaiahs cock still inside you, he's fucking you against the wall and youre not even being that quiet about it... your fathers man goes to shoot at Isaiah but you get there first, your shot killing your fathers man in a second...

🐀Isaiah is stunned, almost drops you but he doesnt want to dissapoint you so he tightens his grip, hes scared too, youre in so much fucking trouble and if anyone finds out what just happened Tommy will kill him before your father does...

🐀"Don't go soft on me Peaky Boy I'm only just getting started..." you practically growl, grinding your hips into his, and Isaiah isnt about to let you go, so he channels is fear and his amazement into fucking you twice as hard, growling to you about how much trouble youre going to get him into.

🐀But obviously its fucking worth it.

🐀You make him take you shopping afterwards and you return to your father with so many pretty dresses and shoes. A new red lipstick too.

🐀He obviously wants to know what happened, why his man hasn't returned with you and you speak before Isaiah can...

🐀"oh did you have someone following me daddy? We didn't notice anyone? Did you Isaiah?" the boy cant believe what hes hearing right now, youre asking him to lie not just to your father, but his own boss too... Still he does, after that day hes sure hed do anything you asked him to.

🐀You also make up a little story of your own, about how you were threatened by a man, someone tried to disresepct your dignity, you tell him Isaiah took his eyes for the insult and your father is quite satisfied that Tommys boy can keep you safe... So next time you want to go out, your father makes the condition that Isaiah has to go with you.

🐀Which you're quite happy with.

🐀"Youre gonna be the death of me love,"

🐀 So much of the time youre the one causing problems, getting yourself into scraps, because youre used to being a mafia princess, no one back home would dare say a word to you but over here so many of the men don't understand who you are... You wont stand for their shit

🐀So Isaiah does end up taking peoples eyes for you... Most of the time however its you that does the killing. Youre a real violent little brat it doesnt take much for you to decide to pull that trigger...

🐀Isaiah hasnt told any of his mates about what the two of you get up to when you get eachother alone... Its difficult for him to keep this to himself, usually he'd be bragging to high heaven about laying a woman like you... But he's keeping quiet because he knows it'll be you who kills him if he speaks.

Michael

☘️Meets you in America when hes been sent away by tommy... Hes harbouring that bitterness towards his cousin when he finds himself in dealings with the mafia on his brothers behalf.

☘️His life in America is good... He might not be there of his own free will, he might not be allowed to come back, but hes making it work, hes a feared gangster, a powerful and dangerous man

☘️And hes starting to get ideas above his station... Hes met you several times, youre always in his speakeasies drinking, getting snowed up and demanding Shelby gin on the house, your name affords you everything you want after all

☘️And he thinks you're another one of those pretty, espensive things he'd like to add to his collection.

☘️Youd be a real status changer for him, he could use you to win his feud with Tommy, finally be more powerful than his cousin...

☘️ And you're attracted to the brooding English man who runs this part of the city... He does dealings with your father so you know hes a real player in this game, hes dangerous too... And perhaps the only man arrogant enough not to fear the barrel of your fathers gun.

☘️Youve been going to Michaels bars and acting out, getting too drunk and causing fights because you want to get his attention. Its a childish way to attract a man but you know men like Michael Gray, you know that what they want is a possession, something they can tame, put in its place. Teach to be obedient. They like the challenge and secretly they like it when a woman threatens their ego and misbehaves.

☘️And you're right, youve read him like a book... He approaches you one evening at the bar and well, hes stern, hes aggressive, hes almost... Almost fucking rude to you...

☘️ "Miss y/l/n I'd like a word..." "Take your pick Mr Gray, how about two, fuck... Off..." "Don't test me love... You're going to come back to my office with me now, youre going to come quietly and then we're going to talk... And we can talk nicely or you can keep up with whatever this childish little act is alright? But you're going to come with me and we're going to have a little chat alright about the kind of behaviour which is and isnt acceptable in my establishment... "

☘️"Who the fuck do you think you are Mr Gray... Do you have any idea who i am?" "I know youre a little mafia brat with no manners... Anything else?"

☘️ Drags you by the wrist into his office where he practically pushes you down into a chair.

☘️ Stands before you and actually lectures you about your behaviour... About how he isnt going to stand for it anymore...

☘️" So whatre you going to do about it Mr Gray?" youre so cheeky, a real brat, but youre being provocative too... You know what you want from him and as you speak you open your legs just enough to catch his attention.

☘️ "So youre a whore as well as a brat are you?" this actually shocks you, you flush a little but youre idignant and you hold your ground. "Is that what you'd like me to be Mr Gray?"

☘️ He's going to teach you to behave, one way or another... And the only way he manages to is by fucking you into submission... Thats the only way he can get you to behave yourself for him, the only way he can make you beg his forgiveness...

☘️ Outside of the bedroom though youre still a spoilt brat and he doesnt help the fact, he buys you gifts, courts you properly, makes all the right moves on both you and your father

☘️Until eventually your father is convincrd that marrying you off to Michael Gray is the best business move he could possibly make.

☘️ So youre handed over to him on a silver fucking platter and though you pretend to remain defiant "Dont think this means I'm going to behabe myself Mr Gray..." secretly youre thrilled, this is exactly what you wanted.

☘️You want him to take you back to england with him, you want to meet the infamous Tommy Shelby... And when he finally takes you "home" dont be surprised hes showing you off like a pretty piece of jewellery...

☘️And should he really be surprised when Tommy catches your eye, when you realise that there are men more rich, more powerful and more dangerous than Michael Gray for you to persue.

☘️Threatens you, "you fuckin touch my cousin you little brat, I'll kill you..." but this jealousy, this new passion in him turns you on and so you find yourself caught trying to balance two men. Youre being selfish, youre taking everything you want, no matter who gets hurt.

Hope you liked them lovely ❤️❤️

[yelenghs]

(fem!reader, bully!reader, nerd!armin) (also armin wears glasses in this)

btw note 2 those of u who choose to interact; i am a minor.

nerd! armin who's had enough of you bullying and picking on him all school year!

now that you two have been assigned a project together, he can finally get a chance to get payback. you always thought of his as one thing; a loser. in your mind, he was nothing but someone to step on and walk all over. a doormat you can use to get good grades. but you always manage to forget just how smart he is.

without even knowing it, he'd slowly manipulate and gaslight you into a secluded area. claiming; 'it's more quiet over here! it will be easier to focus'. and as much as you'd try and go the other direction, the way to the library, he keeps on 'correcting' you. saying 'no, no! have you forgotten? the library is in this direction. well, i wouldnt be surprised if you did. especially with those grades of yours..'

eventually, he lead you to one of the storage rooms, in an area of the school that was barely ever used. "armin.. this isnt the library. what, are you playing dumb now? is that it- AH!" you were pulled into the cloest by your pink cropped jacket.

"armin, what the fuck!? what the hell is wrong with you!?" you shouted at him, shoving him back into the door. you tried to tower over him, attempting to intimidate him. yet, with strength you didnt even know he had, he quickly flipped the switch. he grabbed your wrists backed up into you, cornering you into one of the shelves.

"g-get on your knees.. if you know what's good for you." of course, you scoffed and rolled your eyes. "what do you mean 'if you know what's good for you'? i know exactly what's good for me and it's clearly not this. now let me go, foureyes, or i'll snatch those right off your face." you threatened. he knew you wouldnt do it, not when youre working together on this.

"you really are a dumb bitch." he retorted and you gasped in offense. before you could even speak, he kicked your right ankle; knocking you off balance. you fell to the floor, now face to face with his crotch. "you-!"

he pushed your head into his crotch, grinding against your mouth. "you dont even realize, this project is fifty percent of your grade. do you even understand what kind of i could get you in? i could get you suspended, or even expelled. professor levi assigned me with you in hopes you'd learn something from me." he unzipped his jeans, fishing his dick out of his boxers.

he laid it across your face, and your nose scrunched just from the scent of it. "but he didnt tell me exactly what he wanted me to teach you. maybe how to suck dick? or even please a man? who knows. but, you're too stupid to understand this assignment, so i'll do everything. in exchange you'll be my little play thing until im finished."

he tugged you back by your hair, his other hand stroking himself to how vulnerable you look right now. he pressed his tip to your lips, smearing his precum on them. "oh, and did i mention? we have two weeks to finish. and i'll take my precious time.."

with tears in your eyes, both from the pain in your ankle and the humiliation, you opened your mouth and submitted to him. immediately, he started to softly thrust his hips.

your mind was running laps. what if he tells the others? what if someone finds out? will he tell the professor anyways? you gave up trying to fight back, instead taking his surprisingly girthy, large dick in your mouth.

[hitomisuzuya]

Good day Suzu hope you had a great day and drink lots of water! Time for my (almost) daily request! And pls do finish up everyone elses request before u get to mine (I dont mind waiting Suzu💌) This one is kinda detailed so heads up: Argument between fem reader and Wanderer breaking out about something reader thinks was affecting their relationship negatively and wanderer simply jusy doesnt understand. Things get a lil heated and reader just storms out of the house needing some time to cool off. But imagine reader finally getting back at midnight persay and seeing wanderer sitting on the edge of the bed (in the dark) looking out at the window waiting for reader to come back. The both ended up apologizing and made out <333 probably reader is on top this time andnpraising and reasurring wanderer bc for sure that man was so afraid you'll leave his ass like the resy but no, youre fucking him good tonight 😄😄

a/n: There you are, dear ❤️ I love this ask, especially how you worded it. Coming right up for you. I hope you enjoy. Excuse me will I snatch this up to answer. I found my second wind because I am happy that the weekly wrestling show I watch is starting. (Yes, I know it may seem unladylike for a girl to watch wrestling but I love it. My mom had it on all the time while I was growing up😌)

It's slightly smutty at the end, but nothing too detailed.

Wanderer x fem!reader. Making up with the Wanderer after a heated argument.

"What is your problem!" An argument with Wanderer was beginning to get heated and fast. "I don't understand what you are so pissed about! Enlighten me!"

"Of course don't understand!" You snapped, yanking your jacket off the hook on the door. "You've been taking so many walks by yourself lately! You clearly don't want me around!"

He grabbed your wrist when you turned to leave. "Don't walk away from me!"

"Let go of me!" You yanked your wrist to free it from his grasp. "I just..I just need some time to myself. I'm going to see Nahida!" He actually flinched when you slammed the door behind you. "That's not time to yourself, idiot!"

It was well into the night when you returned. Nahida has calmed you down, reminding you to be patient with Wanderer. He was still learning a lot of new things, and he could get easily overwhelmed when he didn't understand something. You felt guilty about storming off.

Wanderer was sitting in the dark, staring out the window. When he turned his head to look at you, you had to cock your head to hear him when he spoke, his voice almost at a whisper when he spoke. "You came back..why don't you just ask to come with me? I always want you by my side."

A few tears welled in your eyes as you walked up to him. "Shit, now you are crying." There was something else in his eyes, something that was not there often if ever. It was fear. He'd honestly thought you weren't coming back. It was the one thing he feared the most.

Wanderer wrapped his arms around you when you straddled him. You rested your forehead against his. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you alone for so long."

"I'm sorry too," he replied. Remember moments like these. It was hard for the Wanderer to say he was sorry. You kissed him gently. "I would never leave you," you said before he pressed a hand on the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Your touch was the only he thing he wanted most right now.

Wanderer seized the opportunity to push his tongue into you mouth. You moaned, beginning to grind down against him. You stroked his cheek in reassurance. His breathing was starting to speed up the more his tongue explored your mouth, curling around yours in a way that made you shiver.

You were the one thing that he always wanted the most, especially your love and affection. "I love it when we make out like this," you said against his mouth.

You pulled away, but only for a moment to flash him a mischievous smile. "Don't worry, Wanderer. I'm going to fuck you good tonight." That made him chuckle softly as he flung you gently onto the bed, crawling on top of you to resume making out with you. He was more than eager to get having make up sex with you.

[lovebvni]

hii!! Im a christian shifter, but i have a question. Idk if you are christian, but if you can help me, that’d be great!! <3 also, hope your having a great day!

So, basically how should i try to shift as a christian? do i believe i can do it myself, or should i believe God makes me shift or not? Like how people ask the universe, etc, should i ask God?

And how could i make my scripts more christian like? (like how God would want it?)

Sorry if this doesnt make sense, and feel free not to answer if you dont want too! I just want to make sure im not doing anything wrong <3

have a good day, God bless.

(sorry for if i have bad grammar btw! english is confusing. And english is my first language 😭)

hii! yes i am a christian shifter. i would like to disclose my religious ideas are a little bit broader than the normal ones, so it may not have the same effect as if i was a conservative christian. i hope in my soul this can still help you though !! <3

so to include god more in my shifting journey, i literally pray every night for him to give me the strength to shift. i ask him to help me and guide me each step of the way with the tools, beings and people that have taught me thus far. i ask him to show me the way, and if it’s in his will allow me to shift the night in question.

but there is also some self confidence that comes into play. Philippians 4:6-7 says this “Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”

so basically, i interpret this scripture as give thanks that god introduced you to shifting, pray about being able to reach that goal, and work towards and have confident in yourself and god that it will happen. Like 1:37 “nothing will be impossible with god”

with implies you’re doing work too. you also have to believe in yourself! you can’t just say “god, can u feed my dogs for me to keep them alive? thanks man.” because it’s more likely than not he won’t do it. he definitely can! but that’s something you should be doing. and, if your dogs eat healthy, they will live long lives! :)

and that’s with the grace of god. he moves in every aspect of our lives if we know it or not.

with scripts, i really don’t know.. i mean i don’t physically script much but my best suggestion would be in your dr, preform activities you do here. such as reading the bible and praying.

i’m gonna be honest, i have one of the most unholy, jaw dropping, gut wrenching, soul snatching scripts known to this earth (which is why i haven’t posted them)

but i know, even in my drs, i pray and thank god. hell, even in my wr i literally said one of the first things i wanna do is meet jesus christ, okay?

but yeah. there’s nothing you have to add to your script, you just have to accept jesus into your heart in those realities too <3 and don’t give up on him

that’s all i have anon i hope this helps u <3 sorry it took so long to respond

[moonshine-nightlight]

Hi, I'm always very impressed by your world building skills, even in shorter stories! Do you have any advice for aspiring writers on how to build their fantasy world?

So i drafted a response to this in between working just far too much and then my computer crashed and i lost it. Then i was even busier so i never got around to writing it again but i am making some time this weekend, so worldbuilding post - take 2

My main, high level worldbuilding tips are:

Rule of Cool: worldbuild things you think are fun and interesting. not only is that the best way to get ideas you like and are motivated to write about, but other people will also think they're interesting too. have fun with it.

Iceberg theory: know more about the world than ever makes it into the story. people can sense when worldbuilding is shallow, so even if they never see the true depths of the world they can often sense it's there. plus if u know the whole picture, everything the readers do see will seem more coherent

Integration: i heavily integrate the world i'm building into the story i'm telling--so dig into the plot and characters and make sure that the world and the story serve each other well. your world is there to contribute to the story so make sure its fulfilling that purpose

For more specifics about how i personally world build and for some examples from my stories of the above guidelines, see below.

So firstly, i love worldbuilding. i just think its a ton of fun and could easily spend hours just thinking about worlds in my head. (i mean what else is there to do when ur commuting to work, amiright?) i think that does make it easier for me to take the time to do it right and makes the world come through more vividly in my writing. it can get annoying or tedious or be more challenging at times, but since i like it/find world building interesting, i'm more willing to put in the time and effort to whip it into shape and i get less frustrated with that part of the process in general.

i'm also always thinking about world building to some degree in the back of my mind. picking up interesting information, facts, snatches of cool ideas or images or whatever. then i throw all that in like a junk drawer in my brain so when i sit down to more officially write or flesh out a world, i already have spare parts at my finger tips to use or drawn on.

Reading and consuming other art and worlds also makes it easier to make your own, just lik reading is a key part of writing practice. i don't just mean fiction, but just anything about the actual world makes it much easier to make up your own--that can manifest as awe at the fireflies that actually exist or spite that dragons dont. Whether that's random youtube video essays about the history of musicals or drinks or fashion to books and articles and documentaries or just my friend's niche interests (or their regular jobs). i'm always taking worldbuilding notes in the back of my mind.

For a more writing specific example, i read this short guide '50 Ways to Kill a Mermaid' (its locked for AO3 so u hav to sign in to read it) and it was super fun and cool to read that info from a writer who had studied marine biology. then when i was fleshing out Don't Shoot the Messenger a year later, the problem of Satrasi being a sea demon in a fresh water pool and bloating came to my mind because i'd stored that tidbit from the article away for later use.

My personal method for worldbuilding and plot outlining is sort a brainstorming/Q&A i have with myself (i hope this makes sense when i'm done writing this all out lol).

I've mentioned this before but the prompt that inspired Dale was: "You’re pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them than your actual boyfriend."

So when that idea grabbed me, i started brainstorming about the world and asking myself questions. Why is the reader with the boyfriend if they don't really like them? What would make someone stay in a relationship like that? Do i want to make this a dark story? And i did not, i wanted it to be fun, so the arranged marriage angle came to mind. And if that's the premise then when is the story? is this our 'past' or another world entirely? diff world means more freedom so i automatically leaned in that direction.

Can the reader tell the 'boyfriend' has been replaced? Are demons a thing people know about? does the reader know that's an option? which is more fun? if the reader is worried about Dale getting caught, that's more room for hijinks so then yes, demons are known, but not common otherwise too many people would notice.

So my plot and worldbuilding are evolving in tandem and informing each other, based on the type of story i want to tell and how the characters i have in mind will react etc.

i run through a lot of ideas and turn them over in my head--trying out diff pieces to see if they fit--and am always willing to drop an idea or save it for another story if i don't think its working for the current one

For iceberg theory, i mentioned above for Dale would be the religions in that world. When i decided to introduce a priest like character (for discovery danger) i knew i needed to focus more on the religions than i previously had noted. the majority of what i came up with isn't int he story, but i think the fact that i know it helps me write when did end up in there, helped make it consistent, and means i can more easily work in allusions to it without having to work so hard those singular times.

For example, i'd decided to call the demon realm "the Depths" early on, which to me already invokes deep water and darkness, so i followed that through to sort height and air and light as being perceived more positively. fire and light are important symbols in this world and they primarily burn their dead--to bury someone below ground would be seen as almost condemning them and someone drowning is also seen as like, not good for their soul because what if it is 'pulled down' rather than 'ascending'. some of this was alluded to in the chapter, but most of it is not. this also helped me come up with the various "by the light" "dawn's ire" and other similar little 'religious' phrases and exclamations different characters use at times.

Meanwhile, in Sacrifice, the people living their are relatively non-religious--thats why they both don't pray to any other deities and it takes 5 years of problems to even bother trying an old god. it's not sacrilege because they're desperate people trying a long shot, not violating or abandoning a different belief. because i wanted the reader's main problem with it all to just be that they didn't think it work.

And why is she a translator? because i wanted to use the idea from that one post that goes around about how ridiculous it is in movies when their translated prophecies rhyme in english. why are they arguing about the translation? because its a dead language so no one really speaks it, that means the people who came up with it were here a century ago or longer. why aren't they here anymore? nomadic so they left and ended up staying away because of a natural disaster elsewhere. why is this town here now? a particular export/resource in this area became valuable enough for people to try to live here. the fact that its a lumber town due to some rare wood native to the area doesn't come up in the story, but i know it and i think that i know that about the town helps it feel more real, makes it easier for me to reach for new details when i need them

and going back to anything can be inspiration, let's talk about the doorlock in the very beginning of Finally Woken. its literally just a magical keypad/number pad but with different colored tiles instead of numbers because i wanted the reader to be able to get in, but i felt it didnt make sense for them to hav a physical key. and i thought it would look cool in Heshi's door and it went well with the fact that he's a glassblower . also, why is Heshi a glassblower? because i frickin' lov blown glass - i just think its so cool and pretty. that helped lead into the sort of artisan economy feel that world has.

Each of these stories has an outline and notes doc at a minimum. the notes doc is where i throw lik pics, inspiration posts, random worldbuilding ideas etc. only much shorter stories or stories that are heavily based in 'modern' world don't hav extensive random notes.

my Dale folder has subfolders for characters and the setting, as well as random worldbuilding files such as "demon summoning/magic" "spiritual belief and org" "fashion - feminine" and so on. Even excluding the plot outline and chapter notes (and not counting pics) i've got like, over 4k of random notes saved. dale is the one i hav the most of that for, but all my fics have some little section with stuff like that jotted down

in the end, i think the best way to sum up all that is with my three original rules of: put stuff u think is cool in your world, known more than you tell to help everything fit together and seem deep, and build your world around your plot and characters because they should all be working together to tell the story you want to tell.

honestly, i could ramble about worldbuilding all day so if anyone has any questions or wants more examples, just let me know ^^

[lokissweater]

Guess who’s back again after reading mlb Megumi 4 🫶😍😍😍

It’s 🦋 back to yap your ear off about how ABSOLUTELY AMAZING YOU ARE. I’ve tried and I think it’s impossible to encapsulate in mere words how amazing your writing is and how absolutely incredible YOU are nicole <333

Never a bad thing to say about you because the way the words flow if your works never fail to make me feel do engrossed in your stories and able to empathise as much as I do with all the characters. And I thought I was upset when Hana was trying to snatch away Megumi from our grasp but my god I was left BAWLING with how absolutely sweet and kind our hubby was at the end with the promise ring. The fluff just gets to me man I don’t know what to tell you.

Yes, this IS like the fifth ask I’ve sent because I never shut up but I always feel the need to sing your high praises because you deserve nothing less!

And never apologise for being busy, you clearly but so much effort into your works and I have no doubt you do the same outside of it. Just remember to take care of yourself, and drink water and eat and sleep and all that good stuff! It was also nice to get to read it on a Saturday knowing I had things to do but they can SO wait for me to read the fic and there are never any regrets.

And now I have homework to do and exam pieces & studies to practice on my cello, because I’ve been putting it off…

-🦋

(Even though I put it earlier… don’t mind that)

I LOOOOVEEEE YOUUUU 🦋🦋🦋 SO SO SO MICH OH MY GOD i saw and read your other asks too as well i CAAAANNNOOOTTTT I AM SO GRATEFUL FOR YOU THAAANKKK YOUUUU 😭😭💕💕💕💕

i am actually rolling on the floor with how much i appreciate you and everything you send in PLEEAASSEEE do not EVER apologize for yapping or ANYTHING I LOVE IT SOOO MUCHHH MESSAGES LIKE YOURS ARE MY ABSOLUTE FAAAVOORITEEE !! AND YOU ARE MY FAVORITE !!!!

thank you so much for taking the time to read the new gumi fic and that you loved itttt EVEN THO U HAD THINGS TO DO WHATTT PLS DO THOSE FIRSTTT !!!! 🥹🥹💕💕💕 AND I KNOW RIGHT WANTED TO ACTUALLY BASH MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL WITH HANA BUT GUMI LOVES US TOO MUCH HE DONT GIVE AAAAFFFFFF 😻😻🫶🫶

i still am OBSESSED that you play cello my brain is already concocting that wonderful idea you plotted into my head honey HEHEHEHE !!! I HOPE YOU HAVE THE BEST OF LUCK WITH YOUR EXAM PIECES AND STUDYING !! PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW THAT GOES!!

please remember to be kind to yourself and take care of yourself as well okay !!!!

I LOOVEEE YOUU CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU AGAIN IN MY INBOX !! <33333 💕💕💕💕

[kookie-doughs]

Could u pls post an aizawa fic 🥰

Hi anon!!! Thank you for your req <3

Well since theres not much i can take from your ask Ill write a oneshot i hope you dont mind the prompt i have >< if you meant series i currently have a hawks on going so i think he has to wait a bit ;p

I hope you enjoy this!

Word Fic

Coffee

Aizawa Shota x Reader

You, an ordinary girl, a corporate slave. Swamped with paper works and what not, find yourself caught in the chaos of a villain attack while on a simple coffee run. The cafe across your office was attacked by a villain with a weapon. His build was on par with the hero All Might.

As the villain finish robbing the cashier, he turn to you and your fellow customers. He approached your group, towering over you all. He snatched the purse from the woman a few tables away and went through it.

Whilst he was distracted, the door chimed signaling someone had entered. It was a familiar hero.

"Ah, I just want coffee. I'll come back another time then." The hero nonchalantly grumbled.

The villain glared at the hero, insulted at how he wasn't even batted an eye on.

"Hey Eraserhead!" He yells.

The tired hero turned with a tired look, "What?"

The villain looked around the room and somehow his look settled on you. He yanks you by the arm making you wince. He then throws you to the ground.

"Are you really just gonna walk away? What kind of hero are you?" He laughed stepping and kick you.

Using his wrap scarf he wrapped the other foot of the villain that was on the ground and pulled, making him fall back.

"You're not worth my time. There's a hero not far from here I'll call him over. Don't bother hurting them and just go back to robbing them."

As the villain got up he launched a relentless assault, Aizawa remains calm and focused, he expertly twirls his scarf, utilizing its length and durability to deflect the villain's attacks. With each precise movement, he creates a protective shield, weaving the fabric in intricate patterns to neutralize incoming blows and projectiles.

As the battle intensifies, Aizawa seizes the opportunity to counterattack. He entangles the villain's limbs with the scarf, restricting their movement and leaving them vulnerable. With a combination of swift strikes, he subdues the villain, rendering them powerless. He binds them tightly with his scarf, ensuring they pose no further threat.

With pain coursing through your body and your vision blurred, you struggle to stay conscious. Aizawa assesses your injuries quickly, recognizing the urgency of the situation. He swiftly applies basic first aid techniques, stabilizing your condition and providing temporary relief. His calm and composed demeanor serves as a reassuring presence.

Realizing that immediate medical attention is necessary, Aizawa makes a quick decision. He carefully lifts you into his arms, cradling you with a gentle yet firm grip.

He carried you out of the cafe figuring that its faster to get there on foot than wait 15 minutes to get to you.

Your coworkers widen their eyes in shock seeing your state as the hero ran pass your office.

It took 10 minutes before he arrived at a medical center. A doctor with healing quirk was there so you didn't need admission. After somewhere between 10 to 20 minutes, you were free to go.

You notice the hero who carried you here remained at the seat he took when they got you on a bed. You approach to thank Aizawa for his help, you notice a subtle expression of disappointment on his face.

"Damnit, its almost lunch time and I haven't gotten my coffee..." You hear him grumble.

Determined to repay his kindness, you suggest treating him to a well-deserved coffee.

"Hey, uhm, thank you for taking me here, doctor said I'm good."

He looks at you and nods, "You're good now?"

"Yeah..."

He got up, "Cool, I'm gonna go then. Don't overwork yourself you just got better." He gave a small smile and started walking.

Not letting him get far, you grabbed his scarf, "Wait-- I uhm... D-Do you wanna grab some coffee? M-My treat to thank you!"

"I'm a hero my job is to save people. You don't have to."

"I-I want to!" Your face was getting redder and redder. Your invitation meant nothing but as a sign of gratitude but you were still inviting someone out...

On a date.

Whatever reason it maybe. It is that.

Aizawa considers for a moment, then gave a soft smile, "Alright, you better take me to the best cafe I need a good one."

"I know just the place." You beamed and took his hand

From that coffee date onward, your relationship with Aizawa grows. Whether it blossoms into a deeper romantic connection or a lifelong friendship, only time will tell. But for now, in this small corner of the world, you cherish the simple joy of a coffee date and the beginning of something special with Aizawa Shota.

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[makipedia]

Tsukumo Yuki continued to occupy my brain for the third week in a row so may I request some Yuki x reader in which Yuki tries to help reader relax by spontaneously taking them on a date 👀

all this yuki content😭 ok yeah that sounds fun to write! also have u read 206???💀

Paring: Yuki Tsukumo x F!Reader (i hope u dont mind loll)

warning: none🙃

(reader is working in the police force after quitting on being a Jujutsu sorcerer lol)

You ran your fingers through your hair as you kept staring down the paperwork in front of you. There were so many words on it and your brain was racking with other thoughts separate from those papers on your desk. Your boss had given you a ton of papers to fill out from the last crime scene you'd previously investigated.

The tea you'd just made did nothing to help you concentrate as you kept tapping your finger against your scalp.

The clock kept ticking as the seconds passed by, turning into minutes, and you still haven't gotten down a single word.

Soon enough, your girlfriend, Yuki, walked through the door and proudly (and obnoxiously) marched through your apartment and opened your office door.

"Good evening, my love! I've been given yet again, another day off! Those annoying higher ups better start assigning me missions sometime soon! I couldn't tell you the last time I fought a curse!" She exclaimed as she kicked open your door, finding you with your fingers in your hair. Seeing as you didn't respond, she marched over and squeezed you with her big arms.

"You ok, honey? You seem a little.." She trailed off. You finally let a genuine smile stretch across your face as your hand trailed up to her forearm. "Stressed?" You finished, turning to face her. She nodded before glancing over and seeing the thick stack of papers.

"Jeez, was the case that serious?" She questioned with a judgmental face. You shook your head, "No. This case had multiple victims and I had to fill out what information I knew for each victim on every paper." You grumbled before turning back in your spinny chair. She frowned before reaching over and snatching the papers from you before you could get the pen back on the paper.

"Hey! I need that! Those papers are supposed to be given back by tomorrow and I've had since Saturday to do them!" You yelled, getting up and attempting to reach over Yuki's tall figure to grab your papers. "If you've had all weekend to do them, why'd you stall up until now?" She asked with a smirk. You frowned before attempting to reach your arm around her built shoulders once again. No luck.

"Besides, what's the worst that could happen if they're just a tad bit late?" She asked still keeping the papers behind her back. "Well, there's the possibility I could probably lose my job if I don't turn those papers in. And I don't suspect that we could be living off the minimum wage you get paid as a Jujutsu sorcerer with how little missions you get assigned." You said before reaching behind her for the third time and successfully getting the papers back in your hand.

"Well, you crime scene investigators do get paid a lot of money, so I guess that's a fair point. Anyways, you're taking a break. I bet you've been working on those papers all day today since you got home." She said before dragging you by the hand. You scoffed.

"At least let me get my jacket, jeez! I'm not trying to freeze out there!" You yelled before reaching for your coat and finally set foot outside the door.

..

..

The cold air hit your face as you stepped out of Yuki's car and onto the sidewalk while you heard the other car door shut with a thud.

"Seriously? Food? I ate a while ago." You griped before Yuki started walking towards the door. "Whattt?? I thought you loved Mediterranean food!" She exclaimed just before you got closer to the door with her.

"I do. It's what I ate earlier." You reminded with a small smile. She huffed before opening the door. "What's wrong with having it again?"

"Nothing." You replied with a soft chuckle.

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AHHH im sorry i took to long to write this :(( also sorry the endings bad💀 i didnt know what else to write :/

[bbina]

Ok so new anon 🥮 here and i just caught up with the past few chapters after reading other anon asks and BOY AM I FILLED W EMOTIONS.

Where do i start omfg first of all wonbin my boy he truly deserves better ☹️ he was conveying his feelings so much and y/n just had to stomp on them like it was nothing. He deserves happiness but y/n …. My god y/n she really pissed me off so bad these past few chapters. She showed so much vulnerability in her feelings when she was doing the fake boyfriend bs and all of a sudden that means nothing? I understand wonbin so much like i genuinely thought she was falling in love with him instead of sungchan but instead she was just leading him on. Or maybe shes confused. Personally i would not be confused about anything if such a perfect man like wonbin was in front of me what a fumble 😒 and truly who in the world gets their fake boyfriend jo malone lets be real…😭 need her to get her shit together with wonbin because all of her firsts were with HIM and not sungchan. Also sungchan is so annoying i hated how he was acting during the whole trip when he had his gf beside him.. yujin and wonbin BOTH deserve better 😭💔

Anyway i hope u dont mind this long ass ask 😵‍💫 but i love this series and am so invested!!! Praying y/n gets it together and actually recognizes she is in love with wonbin and its not just fake anymore before i snatch wonbin up for myself 😝

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just when it was starting to get real yn pulls shit like this 🥴🫵 why admit whats truly going on with u when u can just run away from it right ?!

NAWT SUNGCHAN GETTING BOOED AT AGAIN 😭😭

im genuinely enjoying asks like this bc of the way yall r acting like yn is quite literally not a self insert is sending me 😭 thank you so much for reading!!! im glad ppl rlly like btl 😭😩

[fanficfanatic000]

eddie munson x female reader

Chapter 18 (vecnafied) Story( i just moved to hawkins) Warning 18 plus .Spoilers ahead

It's a hallucination. Great. You turned around only to find the vecna. "Number 9 i thought you where dead" He says walking toward you "i-i guess im just hard to…. Catch" you didn't think you just sprinted forwards. Running while the vecna was walking.

Nancy pov: She was driving the bike with you on the back until suddenly you let go of her and fell backwards off the bike. Robin eddie and steve somewhat far behind "SShit! " I can't drag her the rest of the way at least not by myself… Nancy ran towards the other half of the group leaving you there shes trying to be quick. 4 minutes of her running toward the direction the other half of the group should be in. All while you're also running from the vecna. there they're "GUYS CODE RED!!" They saw her and rushed towards her as fast as they could. Eddie wounded. Robin and steve with weapons. Eddie:"what happened is she okay?!" Nancy:"the vecna it has her in a spell we need to carry her to the music"

Eddie pov : Walking forward with her not by my side makes me worried. Then he saw Nancy All the things playing throughout his mind. If your hurt. If the vecna got you. If anything happened he would die. Then he thought of his memories like when he pulled you on his lap or when he made you smile for the first time or when he blacked out from the pain of the bat bites and heard you say… you love him. The adrenaline flowing through him. He ran as fast to Nancy as he could "What happened is she okay?!" Nancy:"the vecna it has her in a spell we need to carry her to the music" All eddie could think about is you he ran his wound hurt but the thought of you being hurt would kill him so he ran and the group followed. He was ahead of them he's running faster then he thought he could.

Y/n pov: Feeling breathless the vecnas not anywhere to be seen. But I have to keep walking at least. I wonder how they're reacting all I can think of is eddie. I hope his bites and scratches are done bleeding "Nine stop running from me. " "FUCK OFF!" okay just run and think of something happy. Happy place. Hm eddie… "Enjoying the view" it was eddie. wait where am I.?. You looked around you're back at the lake with eddie. You couldn't help but stare at eddie for a couple seconds more his toned stomach and his playful boyish grin ok thats good. But of fucking course you would choose to run from the vecna in your underwear… wait where is the vecna…

Eddies pov: There she is. He looked at you laying there on the ground for moment then snatched you up in his arms while he sat and waited for the others. He was to tired and weak at this time to carry you alone so he just waited. A couple minutes later. robin nancy and steve showed up. steve: "okay me and eddie will carry her you two run ahead and find some music." Eddie and steve picked you up and began to carry you to the trailer.

Y/n pov: Where is the vecna the water you and memory eddie are standing in began to turn to blood. FUCK FUCK a-a different memory you take a deep breath in then out. "Chime the distraction" okay I im watching eddie play his guitar the vecna probably won't find me for a while

Eddies pov: after 4 minutes of walking were here finally we reached the music now she can get off of there steve:"Wheres the music?!" He said to Robin and Nancy. Robin: "we couldnt find… any… well any of the songs she might like, the closest we got is the alphabet kids tune or Christmas or the crap music eddie likes. And we dont have a disc player" eddie:"i have an idea what if i play for her…"

Y/n pov: Minutes passed and here you are in a memory waiting for your demise u-nless you fight themn you could escape his trance…. It's raining. The rain drops fall on you. You take a closer look and it's not water it's blood. "Henry" you say as you turn around knowing he's there. "Number nine why dont you join me in the destruction of the repeating realm we could rule together" You stopped and you thought about it. How it would be you and Henry ruling both realms… then you made your choice "I-i id rather eat dirt then rule with you!" After he heard those words he acted. He used his abilities to shove you across the hard ground scraping your back you screamed in agony.

Eddie pov: "I have an idea what if I play for her" steve:"well theres no other option" they set you down on the ground leaning up against the trailer eddie grabbed his guitar That's when the vecna dragged you against the ground. Making your body shake. He just ignored it and started to play and sing the lyrics for you of your favorite rock song

Y/n pov He dragged you against the ground but you got up back on your feet "nine i cant wait to snap your bones right infront of your freind s. So stop running from me its your time." He brought you infront of him floating in the air and he put his claw up to your face then you heard music it's your favorite song. Eddie's playing it.

Eddie pov: Come on y/n please wake up. I hope this works. Your body begins to float and it immediately makes eddie think of chrissy of what he saw happen to her. But he continued to play and sing.

Y/n pov: "I wont die without a fight." You gathered up you anger and you pushed the vecna back with your powers. You walked towards him slowly your nose bleeding. you saw a portal open with everyone on the other side. But you weren't done with Henry. You stood while he laid on the floor then he snapped your leg sending you to the ground. That only triggered you more. You made yourself float with your powers and you reached out your hand to Henry's face just like he'd done to fred, chrissy, and so many more You snapped his bones one by one. The snap was like if you stepped on a million twigs. Until He died with the last snap of his neck. You were brought out of the trance and you fell to the ground. Eddie dropped his guitar and rushed to you. Your nose bled all over your chest. Your broken leg hurting like hell. And you were tired. Your eyes started to shed tears by the pain but also seeing eddie again. He grabbed you in his arms and sat there with you. He was also tired and crying he thought he might of lost you. "Sweetheart i-i thought i lost you are you okay what happened?" "Eddie i killed him.. its over." The sky turned like a sunset the creatures of the upside-down died and grass spread across the ground. Green healthy grass. The storm was gone. "You did it sweetheart you really did it." Your leg felt better. You lean forward to look at it "its healed? My leg it healed" you lif up eddies shirt and take the bandages off to see his wounds healed well it left a scar but it's healed "Your healed " eddie:"y/n i have to tell you something i-" steve:"Lets get out of here!" You all climbed through the hole in the ceiling then you closed it knowing that you probably can open it whenever was nice Then everyone went home well except you Steve:"bye you two! See you next apocalypse" He waved and left "Eddie can i ask you something?" "No i have to tell you when i was blacked Out i heard… everything you said". "Oh sorry i i know you dont feel tha-" Eddie lunged towards you and kissed you Against a wall his ringed fingers on your waist. Then he pulled away to see your face. To see if there was discomfort but there was none "i love you sweetheart". "I love you " you say pressing your body closer to his. Blush spread across his face and yours. He grabs you and picks you up his waist leveled with yours. His cold rings on your thighs while you kiss him made a moan escape you. Eddie surprised by it he walked backwards with you then he sat on the edge of the bed with you on his lap still kissing then he stopped and pulled away He grabbed a ring of his finger and put it in his hand "y/n Will you be my girl" "Hell yeah" He took your hand and put the ring on it "My Girl"

After Everything got worked out Eddie got off murder charges because nancy got her story of a toxic waste leakage from hawkins lab approved The town just basically forgot it all happened. Your mom still works 24 7 But that's okay then Eddie can come over more. You joined the hellfire club became friends even with eddies freinds You go to eddies concerts and everything's great and the upside-down has become like a vacation spot for you and eddie he renamed it the place for his princess. You got a job with Robin and steve at blockbuster Robin and steve got girlfriends We got a new club member named Erica. Lukas's little sister and she's amazing I met eddies uncle he's nice Everything is great.

[arsen1cs4ng0]

shout out to the chip fandom for being legit TRAUMATIZING. not even saying that as a joke or exaggeration!!! i know/know of so many good people who got their mental health totally RUINED by the awful people there. im one of them!!! its SOO much more horrible than a lot of people realize or even want to talk/think about. so many are literally scared to speak of the effect it had on them because theyre scared itll happen all over again + because it was literally just That Fucking Bad. even im not coming off anon for this. fuck that!!!

from my perspective… theres genuinely like no good people left because they all got chased off + traumatized in the process. i honestly think even the writers themselves got chased off by the toxicity. the hiatuses + *the ending in particular* just line up WAY TOO WELL with awful shit happening for that to not be the case… :/

and it sucks too because it was such a good and diverse story! it was really finally getting interesting!!! some of the plot lines before it all just stopped were legit gut wrenching (/pos!!!) + incredible to watch! the way it humanized the characters was so!!!!!! GOOD!!!!! but it’s all gone now because some people are just total fucking toxic freaks and heckled + harassed literally everyone out of the community no matter how hard it tried to keep stable…. its so depressing. it was fun while it lasted but i never want to go back + it will literally never be the same as it was a couple years ago. and at this point i think that’s a good thing

sorry for the random suuuuper long anon. i know youre a smaller account and probably dont want to talk about this kind of thing. its just been on my mind and youre one of the few people ive seen be openly critical of it all. hope u have a nice day + this finds you well at least!! :)

[ this turns into a rant in the end but its gotta be said lol ]

hi anon, thanks for the ask !! i pretty much have no choice to be open about this all because no-one else ( apart from like. 2 people ) will, i would say much more if it wasnt for my awfully limited vocabulary LOL ( and unless you wanna see a 16 year old cursing and throwing every insult in the english language at the people who hurt / manipulated my friends, well um !!! )

it just hurts seeing the fandom get worse and worse, one of my friends was literally almost driven to suicide because of the toxicity and abuse from the modern fandom, my confidence was snatched away after shit that happened in june - everything has just been SHIT !!!!

ive been actively trying to disassociate from the fandom entirely but its been extremely hard ( especially with my hyperfix on who i call ''little guy the 2st'' - the most i can do is wait for the hyperfix to pass at this point ), everytime i check in i know its just gonna be the same now: people who pretend nothing happened and attempt to cover up everything that happened before they ''''apologized'''' ( and i thought they were gonna keep the bad shit they did up for accountability !! what happened to that ????? ), people who will desparately manipulate unsuspecting people just so their wittle friend can look like the ''uwu sweet bean x3 owo angel who was definitely never ever ever transphobic in their life !!'' - you get the fucking picture at this point LOL

everything has fucking demotivated me and i wish i could fucking scream at Those people, but whats the point of doing so if they're just not gonna pull their heads out of their asses and just admit what they did instead of being like ''WAAAAAH YOURE SUCH A MEAN MEAN PERSON I DIDNT DO THAT AT ALL STOP SPREADING LIES, N-NO !!!!! ;_____;'' ?? i dont care if i get attacked by those people anymore because its only gonna prove my point on how fucking toxic they are i feel so bad for unsuspecting people who dont know how bad the fandom really is and what they'll end up diving into like i did, like my ex-friend did too

again, thanks for the ask anon and im so so so sorry you had to witness this all :[

[theghostofwilburtheworm]

hi hello ghost thank you for enabling me anyway i’m gonna talk you about my favorite guy ever Ray!!!

so general information that’s important: he’s between the ages of 19-23, i do not like giving my characters actual ages bc that’s way too much work anyway, he works in The Council, which is a government facility specifically made for killing demons/soul eaters, hes pretty far up in the council (they work in ranks and stuff), he is in a qpr with another of my characters called soren and they live together, also ray is very close to his family

Ray is such a fucked up guy and i love him for it, he’s sooo naive and childish and stupid and before the story even starts manages to fuck up so bad he gets his demon killing license revoked (that’s not something that happens often at all) but he tries his best!!!! the specific reason why he got his license revoked is not very fun (lots of death) so idk if i should get into it but i hope you don’t mind if i don’t specify

His story actually revolves around the disappearance of a ton of people which the higher ups are trying so hard to cover up, as they slowly uncover more and more information the government tries it hardest for them to stop and i soemthing i really want to do if i ever write this is at the start portray the council as something beautiful that’s out there to help other and slowly become this jail ray cant escape, it’s also really bad for him bc not even soren trusts him when he tells him something bad was happening :D!! i have so many notes on the structure of the council and how it works but i think i would take soooo long actually explaining everything, i actually call his story the main story of the demon world bc i have multiple stories within the same world and this one is were you learn the most about how everything works and it makes me so happy, feel free to ask me about anything :O!!

ooooooh thats soooo coool!!1 i find the world so interestig1!!1 iremember i read a couple of posts of yours about that most of ur ocs where in this world (?) does monica's story also take place in this world?? :OOO also ray sounds lovely!! i would like to know more about his relationships with his queer platonic partner soren! or about soren in general their relatonship sounds very interesting!1! also is there some kind of category in wich demons are split?? like are some demons that are harder to deal with, are demons sentient'????' do they interact like humans?? are they a higer power beyond comprehension?? or are they more like animals?? (or all of the above abdjhb) also!1 id like to know how the council works if u dont mind dbahjbad i really like how u r picturing the council, like id some kind of man made cosmic horror, if they are even human, are the council human?? how does the lisence thing works? do they have to go through some kind of training to get their licesnes or they just snatch sum people from the street that they think are capable of handling the work of killing demons?? are the demons involved in the desapearence of people??? and is it bc of fuck ups from part of the council, OH or are the COUNCIL involved in the dissapearence and thats why they are trying to encover it so hard, is soren a demon hunter under the council and that's why he doesn't believe ray???? aaa so sorry if these are a lot of questios khkbdjhbsjh ur world seems very very cool aa PLEASE FEEL FREE TO ONLY AWNSER THE ONES U LIKE THE MOST JKJBJH :'D