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[f14fun]

dc it-girl (mv1) - chapter 1

synopsis: in which case y/n, an it-girl that hails from the united state's capital, washington dc, meets max verstappen in an unexpected occurence at the redbull showrun in her home city. both not knowing each other, immediately find themselves in a once-in-a-lifetime love story.

general info: !fem!poc!black-reader x mv1 faceclaim: asia monet ray + other girls from pinterest/insta!

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things to note: yes, in this story i am changing the characters for a bit, i know that david coulthard was driving, but in this case we can pretend that that was max. also, he will be in dc for a publicity event for a week. please let me know if there is anything else you need me to clarify. happy reading! 💙📖💭

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Florence was always looking for shit.

She was always looking for shit for us to do, places to go, food to eat, but sometimes, it was a lot.

Like today. Although it was only the nineteenth of April, the sun was blaring down on the little city of D.C. (namely, the District of Columbia, for all of you non-natives) like an absolute bitch. And I, immune to alcohol poisoning, foot fungus, and slightly-immune to bad breath, was not absolutely not immune to the wrathful rays of the sun.

Zilch. Nada.

So when I originally left the house in a cardigan, I immediately went back in to change into a tank top and jorts. It was hot. I was hot. And Florence wanted to spend the whole day walking around the city doing God knows what.

That's how we ended up stumbling across a parade.

Every know and then when I would visit D.C., I would sometimes almost accidentally show up right in time for an event. Sometimes I happened to love the event, other times, I sometimes left, queasy, dizzy, and claustrophobic.

I wasn't sure what to make out of today's event.

At first, when looking from an outsider's perspective, it seemed as if I had walked into one large, large, cult meeting. Oh no.

Every one was adorned in shapes of navy, cheering, screaming, and worse of them all, holding a goddamn can of RedBull's Energy drink.

The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and caffeine, a cocktail potent enough to keep even the most exhausted of souls awake for days.

Banners fluttered wildly in the hands of fervent fans, each emblazoned with logos and slogans that screamed allegiance.

Vendors weaved through the throng, hawking more cans of the ubiquitous energy drink, their cries barely audible over the din.

Occasionally, a shower of confetti would rain down, sticking to the sweat-drenched skin of the masses, creating a mosaic of glittering chaos. The atmosphere was electric, charged with the raw energy of thousands of voices united in a singular, frenzied purpose.

Ew.

RedBull being one of my least favorite sodas (can you even call something you vehemently dislike a favorite at this point?) already made me additionally pissy.

So when Florence and I had just arrived at D.C. and walked towards Pennsylvania Avenue, it was too late for us to realize that the event was actually ending, and the crowd was dispersing.

Even as a girl who hails from the city, I do get quite nervous and claustrophobic around too many people. So to my utter horror, people from the flood of the RedBull cult were heading straight towards us, scattering like a pack of fleas.

Too late.

I had lost my tight grip (I swear I was holding on to her hand super duper tightly!) on Florence's hand, and we ended up getting separated from each other. Calling her name would be no use in this throng of people.

My heart pounded in my chest as I desperately scanned the sea of navy shapes, each person indistinguishable from the next in the dimming light.

Panic set in, and I could feel the beginnings of a cold sweat on the back of my neck. I tried to push my way through the crowd, but it felt like swimming against a relentless tide. People brushed past me, some nearly knocking me over in their haste to leave.

The overwhelming noise of their chatter, laughter, and the occasional burp of a RedBull can opening filled the air, making it impossible to concentrate.

It was gross. It was disgusting. I was disgusted.

I spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Florence’s distinctive red scarf, but all I saw were faceless masses. My phone! I fumbled in my pocket, my fingers trembling as I tried to pull it out without dropping it. Just as I managed to get a hold of it, someone bumped into me, and the phone slipped from my grasp, landing with a sickening thud on the pavement.

“Dammit!” I muttered under my breath, crouching down to retrieve it, praying it wasn’t shattered. As I picked it up, I glanced around again, my heart sinking. Florence was nowhere to be seen.

In this crowd of sickeningly electric people over an energy drink, I was dead. Six feet under. Tired, and I had just gotten to D.C..

I looked around in despair, realizing that I must have walked a few blocks without even noticing, my mind too frazzled by the chaos and my separation from Florence.

My phone was clutched tightly in my hand, my lifeline in this moment of utter confusion. I tried to call Florence, but there was no signal. "Damn this shitty data!" I cursed under my breath, feeling my frustration bubble over. The crowd seemed to close in around me, their excited chatter and laughter a stark contrast to my growing panic.

My fingers tapped frantically at the screen, hoping that maybe, just maybe, a bar of signal would appear and rescue me from this nightmare. I could feel the beginnings of a headache forming, the kind that starts as a dull throb and quickly escalates into a pounding, relentless pain.

The one goddamn day I had left the house without my morning coffee and this shit decided to happen to me...

In a desperate attempt, I switched my phone to airplane mode and back again, praying for a miracle. But nothing changed. The crowd jostled me from all sides, pushing and pulling like a relentless tide, each shove adding to my rising sense of helplessness.

I glanced around, trying to find a familiar landmark or a quieter spot to regroup, but all I saw were waves of navy shapes and faces blurred by motion and anxiety.

"Florence!" I shouted again, my voice barely carrying above the din. The energy drink-fueled chaos was suffocating, a cacophony of noise and movement that seemed designed to disorient and overwhelm. I caught sight of a bench a few feet away and made a beeline for it, hoping to gain some semblance of stability.

I was in a twisted, sick, alternative fever dream where my nightmare fuel was in fact RedBull™, ha ha ha.

Whatever, I could probably find her somewhere around the city, I mean, it wasn't that big...right?

So there I was, in D.C., by myself. Not like I wanted to go in the first place that morning, but whatever.

Lost in thought, I was just wandering around, not really concentrating on anything in particular. Horrible city instincts, might I add. Because of my absentmindedness, I clearly did not notice when I walked into someone.

More like someone's RedBull drink walked into me.

I could not escape the nightmare fuel fever dream RedBull™ agenda, couldn't I.

Now I was extremely pissed off. The icy liquid soaked through my shirt, a cold shock that made me gasp and snap back to reality.

Looking up, I was two milliseconds away from berating whoever spilled this devil-drink all over me. But my harsh words died on the tip of my tongue the very instant that I looked up.

I was looking at a man. But not just any regular man. An extremely handsome man.

His startling icy turquoise eyes connected with mine. His stubble, a little overgrown, looked so hot. His mousy, brown touseled hair gave him a nonchalant yet strangely put-together look, and I was all in for it. And I, a girl who never stops talking, I was rendered speechless.

From the first glance, everything about him seemed perfect.

Except for the fact that he just spilled RedBull all over my white tank top and he was even wearing RedBull merch, from head to toe. Like who does that? What fashion choices...

He gave me a sheepish smile, clearly embarrassed. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice smooth and sincere. "I didn't see you there." His soft, European (?) accent lulled me to silence in an instance.

I wanted to be mad, I really did, but his charm was disarming. "It's fine," I managed to say, trying to suppress the butterflies in my stomach. "Accidents happen."

"Let me help you," he offered, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a pack of Kleenex tissues. He reached out towards me, seemingly wanting to put his hands on my shirt.

"Oh, oh, that's okay," I said, freaking out internally. If this handsome European man touched me that close to my boobs I might just have to propose to him that very instant.

"No, no, no, I insist," he said, his accent getting thicker, clearly not understanding my drift. He was too handsome to be doing this shit, I swear.

He came closer towards me, and I instinctively backed up a bit more. Not catching my drift (once again), he took a larger stride towards me. I, unprepared for this wild encounter, didn't step backwards in time, so the sexy European man in all of his glory, collided into me.

And down we went.

It must've been a funny sight to see from the average passerby. Them just minding their business. Maybe walking their dog. Or perhaps getting a morning lattee.

Bam.

Lying in the middle of the street are two people. Just there.

I would've hit my head on the pavement and probably cracked my scull wide open if not for the RedBull man. He had cradled one arm around my head, the other wrapped tightly around my waist. I think (?) he was helping me to try to stop the fall.

To no avail, we still fell.

What he disregarded, though, was when he tried to stop the fall, was the reason why we were falling in the first place. As grabbed my head as we fell, he also let go of the RedBull can. So now, free in the wind and open towards the chaos of the District of Columbia, the RedBull can fell.

Fell where? You may ask. It fell over us. It fell everywhere. The sticky, icky drink splattered across both of our faces, its cold, sugary droplets clinging to our skin like a caffeinated rain shower. The can, released from his grasp, seemed to defy gravity for a split second, twisting in the air before gravity's inevitable pull sent it crashing down.

The can hit the ground with a soft thud, its contents erupting in a fizzy explosion of energy. The liquid sprayed outward in all directions, catching us both off guard.

Streams of RedBull arced through the air, some landing on nearby pedestrians who stared in disbelief, while others formed tiny puddles on the sidewalk, reflecting the cloudy yet impeccably humid D.C. sky above.

For a moment, him and I laid on top of each other (weird and freaky, I know), frozen in a tableau of absurdity, our faces now adorned with streaks of sticky red liquid.

A passerby, caught in the crossfire, chuckled as they hurried past, muttering something about needing to wash their dog now. It was a scene straight out of a slapstick comedy, and despite my initial shock and embarrassment, I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

And you may think, oh wow, that is horrible. That must hurt. Your joints, your back, your legs. And to that I say, yes, yes, and very much absolutely yes.

The very sexy (slightly less sexy, now that we were mangled on the disgusting sidewalk) European man was laying on me with all his bodyweight, and it very much hurt.

To make matters worse, our faces collided. You ask, where did your faces specifically collide?

Our lips. Our lips collided, and they touched.

And me like the dumbass I am, when I see a face coming towards mine unexpectedly, eyes closed, and especially a face who's male.... I puckered up.

Yes, I was stupid.

Now, I was on the floor, sticky, and kissing a stranger.

Out of context, that sounds like a funny and strange sentence. But this whole scenario in the first place was out of context, so bear with me. I mean, how often do you end up on the ground, covered in energy drink, and accidentally kissing a stranger in the middle of the day?

It was like something out of a quirky rom-com (okay, more like the evil-twisted beginning to one of those abduction horror stories grown-ups tell you when you are a kid), except I never imagined I'd be the protagonist.

But in that split second, with the taste of RedBull lingering on our lips and the chaos of the city swirling around us, there was an inexplicable spark. It wasn't just the caffeine rush; it was a moment of shared laughter and unexpected connection amidst the sticky mess.

In this moment, I was either going to die because he was about to kidnap me, or sheerly die out of embarrassment. Or, I would will myself to die, this was not happening to me.

He pulled back, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" he asked, his accent making his words sound even more sincere.

I tried to laugh it off, but the awkwardness of the situation was hard to shake. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just… sticky." I wiped at my face, feeling the sugary residue cling to my skin.

He helped me to my feet, brushing off his clothes with an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to… I mean, that was not… you know," he stammered, clearly flustered.

"It's okay," I reassured him, despite feeling mortified myself. "Really, it's fine. Just a little... unexpected."

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair. He winced, as he realized that his fingers as well as his hair smelled like RedBull. "Well, this is definitely not how I imagined meeting someone today."

"Me neither," I admitted, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and amusement. "But hey, at least it's a memorable encounter."

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, I guess this is one way to make an impression. I'm Max, by the way. Professional RedBull spiller and accidental kisser."

I laughed, the tension easing. "Nice to meet you, Max. I'm Y/N. Apparently, I'm your victim for today."

"Victim? More like an unsuspecting hero," he replied with a playful grin. "Seriously, though, I'm really sorry about all this. Can I at least buy you a coffee to make up for it?"

"Well, considering you saved me from cracking my skull open, I think I can let you off the hook," I said, trying to sound casual while still feeling a bit flustered. "And coffee sounds good."

"Great! I know a place just around the corner. And I promise, no more RedBull," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. (Yeah, the biggest lie I was ever told. Do not trust sexy men, they are all liars)

As we walked towards the café, the awkwardness of our first meeting began to fade into a shared sense of humor about the absurdity of the situation. Max continued to apologize, making light-hearted comments about his job with RedBull and his less-than-perfect coordination skills.

"You know," Max started with a grin, "I guess I should add 'professional accidental kisser' to my resume now."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not sure how many job openings there are for that, but you'd definitely stand out."

"Well, it's all about making a memorable first impression, right?" Max replied, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Definitely memorable," I agreed, taking a playful jab. "Though next time, maybe aim for something less sticky?"

Max feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. "But where's the fun in that? Besides, it's not every day you get to meet someone while wearing your finest RedBull cologne."

"I have to admit," I said with a smirk, "you wear it well."

Max chuckled, nudging me playfully. "Hey, it's an acquired scent. You'll get used to it."

"And here I thought coffee was supposed to be the only thing brewing today," I teased, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.

He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Who says we can't have a double shot of excitement?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at his playful flirtation, feeling myself relax even more in his company. "Well, as long as it doesn't involve any more airborne beverages, I'm all in."

Max raised an eyebrow, pretending to look offended. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy our little RedBull shower?"

"Let's just say I prefer my caffeine in a cup," I replied with a grin, sipping my coffee and meeting his gaze over the rim. "So, Max, what other talents do you have besides professional beverage mishaps?"

He leaned back, pretending to ponder the question seriously. "Well, I can juggle three balls at once. And I'm pretty good at making people laugh, unintentionally, most of the time."

"I can see that," I said, laughing softly. "You've definitely brightened up my day, unintentionally." Continuing, I said, "I was lost in that throng, no, no, no, cult of people wearing RedBull on Penn Ave. It was absolutely horrible, never again."

He guffawed loudly, so loudly, at my slightly funny joke, I for a second, thought that there was an underlying joke in my statement that I had not caught (spoiler alert, there was).

Max guffawed loudly, his laughter infectious. "Oh, I'm sorry," he managed between chuckles, "but you have to admit, it makes for a great story."

"You find this funny?" I asked, feigning offense while trying not to laugh myself. "I was traumatized by energy drink enthusiasts!"

"Hey, at least you made it out alive," Max quipped, wiping a tear of laughter from his eye. "And here you are, sharing your harrowing tale with a fellow survivor."

"Survivor?" I raised an eyebrow, pretending to assess him critically. "Or secret admirer of RedBull?"

Max shrugged, his smile mischievous. "Maybe a bit of both. It's an acquired taste, you know."

"You are just saying that as a cult member, I can't really trust what you say still. I am so sorry, but you could not pay me to drink that can of dog piss," I jokingly rolled my eyes.

Max burst into laughter, his amusement filling the air around us. "Dog piss? That's a new one! Trust me, I'm not here to convert you," he said, grinning widely. "But if you ever change your mind, I'll be here with a fresh can and an open mind."

"Hmmm... okay," I reluctantly said. (Yeah, fat chance you would get me to drink RedBull willingly)

"That only made him laugh louder. "So I've heard," Max replied with a grin, clearly taking my comment in good humor.

I chuckled, feeling a sense of relief that he wasn't offended by my playful jab. "I mean, it takes confidence to rock the RedBull look from head to toe," I added, trying to soften my teasing with a smile.

"Exactly!" Max exclaimed, his laughter subsiding into a grin. "You've got to commit to the brand, right?"

"Absolutely," I agreed, nodding. "I have to hand it to you, though. Not many people can pull off such a bold fashion statement."

"Well, thank you," Max said, his tone light and playful. "I guess you could say I'm all about making a statement."

"I can see that," I replied, unable to resist teasing him a bit more. "I suppose next time we meet, I should wear something equally attention-grabbing to match your style."

Max laughed, shaking his head. "Please do. It'll make for an even more interesting encounter."

Everytime he spoke, he made direct eye contact with me. It was so sexy and seductive, and I don't even think that Max knew what he was doing was hella attractive.

I, not immune to anything today I guess, fell hard for a stranger that I had just met.

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florence.jwilliams: girl we got separated and first thing you do is be big backed??? be so fr... where are u

yourusername: on a date! 😁

florence.jwilliams: oh!-

florence.jwilliams: don't be selfish and bring me back a iced coffee w almond milk and a croissant pls.

yourusername: croissant 👌🏾, beverage 👎🏾, i've had enuf of beverages and spilling today. 😭

florence.jwilliams: oop, tea

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author's note: a little short but sweet! ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾 part two will be out sometime within the next two weeks, comment if you want to be added to the taglist! ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

[candychasse]

Hey, please, could you do male osoro x male reader? Whatever scenario you want, I just need some male osoro in my life! 😭😭

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!

A Date With Osaro.

Contents: Male reader, delinquent shenanigans, Y/n is smitten with Osoro lol, as per usual not proofread so sorry if any spelling errors.

Side note: sorry I've been super delayed in requests, time management is not my strong suit.

How He Asks You Out..

Your soul nearly left your body when your crush pulled you aside in the hallway. And then you came to your senses and remembered he was regarded as one of the 'leader' of your school's delinquents. So to say you were conflicted was an understatement.

While you were deciding whether to fear for your well-being or be grateful your crush even paid attention to you. You failed to notice the ever growing blush on the face of the boy who is cornering you against a wall in the now emptied hallway. His clementine orange eyes glared over your head at the wall behind you, he knew if he looked at you he'd be rendered speechless.

Mentally cussing himself out for how lame he must look right now. He finally speaks.

"Meet me after school tomorrow outside the gates."

How you both prepare for the date.

To say what Osoro said didn't help would be an understatement. He was perfectly unclear. As you ironed your uniform, something you never usually do, you didn't know whether this will be what you wear to your funeral or to the first date with your future husband. As you brushed your teeth you didn't know whether you were about to have one or five of them knocked out after school, or was about to kiss your crush today under the setting sky.

~Meanwhile with Osoro~

Luckily for Osoro he did know what he was preparing for. But unluckily for the young delinquent, he had zero experience in dating before this. His friends were no help either, giving advice along the lines of 'if you smoke while on the date, offer him one too!' Or 'Never ask two different people out on a date on the same day." So now he stood in his bathroom, debating whether or not to even go to school today. But the thought of you standing alone waiting by the gates for him motivated him to at least give it a try.

And the date begins.

It seemed the whole school was whispering today, you tried to shrug it off but the amount of ominous 'good luck's you've heard today is enough to make you a nervous wreck. It honestly made you feel ridiculous for even thinking he'd genuinely ask you out. So now here you stand, nervously waiting for your inevitable fate.

While you were praying to every god you know of, Osoro was slowly walking over to you, equally as nervous though he'd never admit it. "Hey." He said all awkward and nervous. "Uh, Hi." You replied, trying to decide whether you wanted to look at him or avoid eye contact. Then he did something unexpected, he laughed. And smiled. You feel your face heat up immediately. "What?" You asked, now looking directly at him in confusion, people don't usually laugh at the people their about to beat up right? Right?!? To your dismay He only laughed more in your face at your reaction. "You looked exactly like a fucking frog when you were doing that!" He responded, causing you to be caught off guard. "What on earth is that supposed to mean?!?" You replied, now suddenly far more willing to square up. "Chill out, you looked cute staring off into two different directions." He said casually still smiling. 'Cute?!?' You thought momentarily before it clicked. "Wait so this IS a date?" You spoke, shock fiddling your face and voice. "What else would it be?" He asked before taking your hand and leading you to who knows where.

Osoro's hands were rough and his grip was unshakable, much like a stone in the middle of a rapid river standing strong. Osoro could hardly keep track of the direction he was going with the thought of the boy with fancy hair and shiny eyes walking hand in hand with him. Feeling butterflies grow in his stomach he picks up the pace. Rushing into various alleyways as you could barely keep up.

Osoro finally slows down when you both reach a small and honestly kinda dinky, ramen shop which looks as though it could fall apart at the touch of a hand. "You like ramen right?" He asked, letting go of your hand and turning to face you. "Uh, yeah. Who doesn't?" You say as plainly as you can, still internally freaking out over the fact this is in fact a date.

Entertaining the restaurant, you're met with a delightfully warm restaurant. With warm lighting, vintage decor from the seventies, and the smell of fresh ramen broth. You both sat at the counter, the worker greeted Osoro with a warm smile. "Osoro! Is this the boy you've been talking about?" The worker teases but quickly shuts up after a clear 'shut your trap before I shut it for you.' Glare from Osoro. You would've noticed the worker didn't even take your order before going to get the food, had you not been mesmerized by Osoro putting his golden hair up into a ponytail. If he was in ancient greece he'd be turned into a flower, he was just that handsome.

"So, how did you find out about this place?" You asked. "I hung out in the area last summer and would grab lunch here." He answered plainly, which took you aback. "Really? From what I saw there wasn't much to do in the alleyways. What did you do anyways?" You questioned as the food was placed on the counter in front of you. "Gang wars." He said casually before taking a bite of his ramen, causing you to choke on yours. "Oh, don't worry my gang won." He said with a small smile. Clearly amused by the way concern and curiosity glimmered in your eyes.

The rest of dinner was equally delightfully awkward. With you asking a generic ice breaker and Osoro replying the most casually unhinged answer. But soon enough the end of the night came, and so did your curfew.

"Thanks, this date was actually rather nice. I can't believe I actually thought you were gonna beat me up tonight." You said scratching your cheek slightly from embarrassment. "And what? Steal your lunch money?" He asked teasingly, causing you to flush and laugh at the comment. "Yeah I guess so." You replied. "Have a nice night Osoro." You said happily ending the conversation and turning to leave.

But Osoro grabbed your arm before you could turn. And before you knew it, his lips were pressed against your own. It took you by surprise, but was a nice surprise, much like this date and night.

[kokomyass]

OKK i thought of one

I was thinking a gojo fic for a change and reader is a new teacher at the school so he kinda shows her everything but the whole time he's being super flirty and stuff. YKWIM😭😭

Also second person (you/your)🧍🏾‍♀️I physically cannot read it any other way.

THANK UU BBY LOVE U LOADS😋

GURLLLLLL I LOVEEE THAT REQUEST AND SORRY IT TOOK AGES IVE BEEN SO BUSY....

LOVE YOU MORE BB 🥰🥰🥰

i hope you enjoy!!! (icl I'm half asleep)

Gojo Satoru ☆ The Ropes

Gojo x Fem!Reader Genre: ☁️ Word Count: 1014 Trigger Warnings ⚠️

synopsis: in which, our favourite flirtatious gojo satoru shows the newbie (you) around!!

Second Person POV

The morning sun spilled through the windows of what would be your new classroom, casting a warm glow on the empty desks arranged neatly in rows. Today marked the beginning of your journey as a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu High, and you couldn't wait to dive into the world of sorcery and education.

You has been born into a family of sorcerers and it had been your lifelong dream to teach and help influence younger students to pursue a life of sorcery. When you saw job positions released for Tokyo Jujutsu High, you couldn't help but immediately apply...especially when the famous Satoru Gojo was known to be a teacher there.

You saw Gojo as a role model, someone you wanted to impress....to live up to....

Just as you were organizing your lesson plans and looking at student profiles, the door swung open with a flourish, visibly shocking you as you let out a yelp, and in strolled Satoru Gojo, the infamous and irresistibly charismatic jujutsu sorcerer.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Gojo's voice rang out, his signature smirk evident even though his eyes were hidden behind his ever-present blindfold.

You couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at his sudden appearance. "Oh! Uhhh...Good morning, Gojo-sensei," you greeted, trying to maintain your composure, being slightly astounded as to how handsome and undeniably attractive he was.

"Ah, you must be the new teacher, Y/N!! You certainly are a sight for sore eyes....I've been waiting to meet you," Gojo exclaimed, his enthusiasm infectious as he sauntered over to you. "I'm here to show you the ropes, teach you the tricks, and maybe sprinkle in a little bit of charm along the way."

Your face flushed red as he placed a hand on your shoulder, putting you in close proximity considering you just met along with the extremely obvious flirting.

And so, your day began with THE Satoru Gojo as your guide, leading you through the labyrinth halls of the school and introducing you to the eccentric staff members.

It was rather shocking to you that not a single teacher had one good word to put in for Gojo no matter how much he begged.

Nanami encounter

"Gojo is indeed powerful....but I have no respect for him." Nanami stated folding his arms ignoring Gojo's presence.

"Oh...um-" you weren't sure what to say at all and whilst you were thinking about what to say, you have been dragged away by Gojo.

As you navigated the bustling corridors, Gojo regaled you with stories of his own misadventures during his time as a student, each tale more outrageous than the last. You couldn't help but laugh at his antics, feeling yourself relax in his presence despite the weight of your new responsibilities.

"Well Y/N, I've said enough about myself and my duties...what made a beautiful lady like you want to become a jujutsu sorcerer?" Gojo turned to look down at you as your eyes widened at his unexpected question.

You blushed at his compliment as you answered looking at him, "Well, I've always believed that being a sorcerer is so fun, and that we need to protect all of those who can't protect themselves...and being able to do that gived me a feeling that I can't describe."

You looked up to the sunset thinking about what you said as Gojo stayed silent looking into the distance. It was the first time foe the whole of the day that you had seen him so...quiet...

After a few more seconds of silence you heard his voice.

"I like that Y/N." he turned to you smiling as you turned back smiling at him too.

"Teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High isn't just about imparting knowledge," Gojo explained as he demonstrated a particularly intricate spell. "It's about embracing the chaos, rolling with the punches, and maybe even pulling off a few flashy moves to keep the students on their toes."

You chuckled as the Gojo you had grown accustomed to had come back.

Throughout the day, Gojo's flirtatious remarks and playful teasing kept you on your toes, each interaction leaving you both flustered and entertained. But beneath his charming facade, you could sense a genuine desire to see you succeed in your new role, which made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

As the sun began to set and the day drew to a close, Gojo walked you to the school gates, his presence as electrifying as ever.

"Well, Y/N, it looks like our adventure together has come to an end," Gojo said with a dramatic flourish, his hand brushing against yours as he leaned in close. "But remember, if you ever need guidance, advice, or just someone to banter with, I'll be here, ready to lend a helping hand. Here is my number if you need anything."

With a wink and a smile, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving you with a renewed sense of confidence and a newfound appreciation for the magic of teaching at Tokyo Jujutsu High. And as you watched him go, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected mentorship of Satoru Gojo, the enigmatic jujutsu sorcerer with a heart of gold.

You look at the pice of paper he gave with his 'number' on it only to see not only his number but a little message saying.

'....and to go on a little date too... ;)'

lil extra!!

It had been a month or so since you started working at the school and it had also been a month since you were dating Gojo....and life never did have a dull moment....

"What do you see in that man. I thought I warned you."

You and Nanami were in the staffroom alone as you waited for Gojo to take you out on a date.

"Nanami....he isn't that bad you see he always buys me-"

Just as you were about to finish your sentence, Gojo burst in shouting.

"SWEETS!!" you smiled as he finished you sentence without knowing handing you your favourite sweets happily.

"See Nanami, that's why I love him "

dayum um tired as hell, will edit letter....I hope you enjoyed especially my favour gorgeous gal 💜💜😍💜💜😍💜💜

[hunieday]

Momo - Idol Star Prince Stage Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access it, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yuki: Momo, I’m coming over with Okarin right now.

Yuki: I think we'll be there in about 10 minutes.

Yuki: Momo?

Yuki:

Yuki:

Momo: 

Momo: Roger that~~!!

Momo: Sorry for replying late 😭 I was taking a nap!

Yuki: I got scared.

Yuki: You always contact me first, so

Yuki: Were you up late last night?

Momo: Yeah 🥺

I had the morning off today, so I went for drinks with Mitsuki and got carried away 😆🍻

Momo: Sorry for worrying you ( ;∀;)

Yuki: If it's Mitsuki-kun, it's fine.

Yuki: As long as it’s not a suspicious person who came from who-knows-where to lure you away from me

Momo: Eek! Yuki...! Your handsome levels are so high that I’m fully alert and awake now 🤩💫

Yuki: Sometimes I could be the one who wakes you up. Not bad.

Momo: Then can Momo-chan pretend to be asleep tomorrow morning so you’d wake me up with your super handsome move? 🫶✨

Yuki: Hmm?

Yuki: Your text is too small for some reason. I can’t read it.

Momo: You’re hitting it aren’t you lololololol

Momo: How about we wake up early together once in a while ~(*´艸｀)

Yuki: 

Momo: Ah! ! You're distracting me with a sticker!

Momo: I’ll have pull all the tricks i have under my sleeves to wake you up 😤

Yuki: I was really surprised when I got shoved into the car in my futon.

Momo: That’s the day I couldn’t come and wake you up right? because I had to go to another job. Okarin took drastic measures lolololol

Yuki: Isn’t Okarin too strong?

Momo: I heard that Maneko-chan was teaching him some good muscle training methods 😤

Yuki: You’re telling me that the cute Okarin is buff under those clothes? i hate it

Momo: It's funny when you imagine it so stop it lolol

Momo: Oh right!!! That day Okarin and I bombarded you with a demonic amount of rabbichats, but you didn’t wake up at all. And even after Okarin came and woke you up, you ignored my messages completely!

Momo: Just as you were worried about me because I responded late just now, at that time I was worried too !!!!

Yuki: Is that so?

Momo: Yes!! Go reread the rabbichat!!

Yuki: I don't remember when it happened so I can't find it

Momo: Try searching for "bird-brain" 💥

Yuki: Bird-brain

Yuki: It's true, you got angry

Yuki: I probably answered you out loud

Momo: But I couldn’t hear you obviously ?! ヾ(oﾟДﾟo)ﾉ

Momo: I got angry because Okarin sent me a report about your maintenance being over, but you yourself didn't inform me about it!

Yuki: What even is the end of maintenance?

Momo: A report from Okarin saying that Yuki has started service again (see: he’s awake) 😤

Momo: I can stay calm until the regular maintenance is over, but an unexpected emergency maintenance is troublesome cuz I don’t anticipate it 😤😤

Yuki: Somehow that sounds tough

Momo: A formidable enemy even😤‼️

Momo: By the way, hear me out…

Momo: Even my bedhead is too much of a formidable enemy today!!

Yuki: That’s hilarious

Momo: It looks like a japanese top knot 😆

Yuki: We’ll be there in about five minutes.

Momo: yikes~ lololol this is the kind of hair that would break even a makeup artist's spirit lolol

Yuki: Well then, today I'll wear my hair in a japanese top knot so we’d be matching.

Momo: Huhhh !? We’re not filming a variety show today, we have the Idol Star pamphlet shoot?!

Yuki: If we match, you wouldn’t feel lonely, right?

Momo: 

Momo: Yuki, so handsome,,,😭 Coming up with the concept of a japanese top knot prince out of nowhere😭

Yuki: I just proposed the idea to Okarin and he immediately rejected it.

Yuki: Are you changing Idol Star’s concept into one of a lord?, he said.

Yuki: Aren't lords and princes the same thing?

Momo: You’re right lololol

Momo: But I think Yuki can become a handsome prince even with a japanese top knot! ! (*'ω'*)

Yuki: Really? You were angry at me earlier, did you calm down?

Momo: What?! You were actually worried about that?! I’m not mad at all !!!!!

Momo: Even if you’re a sleepyhead, even if you reply out loud to a rabbit chat, Yuki really is a super handsome super darling prince ‼️😭🫶

Yuki: The super handsome super darling prince will soon arrive at your house, Okarin is parking the car.

Momo: Yay‼️

Momo: I'll roll out the red carpet and wait (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo: 

[abiiors]

Okay okay okay but what about the reader being married to Ross but she’s really tired that he’s always out of the house in the studio with new singers until late and she’s always alone and he kinda neglects their marrige and doesn’t realize it? And it’s super angsty because she would do anything for him, but he’s never there for her anymore. Like something along the lines of Tove Lo’s “true romance” - ‘We are meant to be, I'd die for love and loyalty’, because the reader just feels that Ross doesn’t care about her anymore and would rather spent time with those other girls until late - because that’s what he does everyday

i’ve been thinking about this for a while, idk if this makes any sense 😭😭

why... would you make me think of this you're evil 😭😭 i changed it a little bit because i just cannot make him that much of an asshole :( but here you gooo

your footsteps echo in the house as you walk up to the kitchen counter. it happens a lot these days, this echo around your house. it's a constant reminder of how this place remains empty more often than not; even on days when both you and ross are in town.

first, it was because he wanted to work on the new album in solitude.  you were supportive, giving him as much space as possible. then when the recording started, he basically turned into a machine, staying at the studio till odd hours of the morning. all he had time for at home was to have dinner and pass out. 

you see it all on twitter, all the updates on his life--what he's wearing for the day, what his hair looks like--all through the screen of your phone, all next to fans and strangers alike. he always looks the same in them, smiling and happy and like a proper rockstar. but the rare few times you see him his eyes are glazed over, there are tired circles under his eyes. and you've lost count of how many times he's fallen asleep halfway through conversations.

at this point, you can count on one hand how many times you've seen him in the last month. and you're supposed to be living together for fuck’s sake!

"you’re home," his voice comes from somewhere behind you, making you jump out of your skin.

"jesus, ross! don’t do that," you press a hand to your chest, trying your best to keep the irritation out of your voice. it bleeds through anyway. 

"do what?" he asks nonchalantly and the irritation bubbles up more and more to the surface. your skin feels uncomfortably warm, almost like a rash might break out if you tried to swallow your anger anymore.

"nothing," you shake your head, "you’re home today…" the sentence trails off, unsure and awkward. ross raises an eyebrow. 

"yes, it’s a sunday. and this is my house too remember.’ there's an unexpected bite to his voice, something that almost makes you flinch.

the snark makes you retort. "well, you have been using it as a hotel an awful lot lately." you turn your back to him, making your way back to your bedroom. 

when did he even come back? where did he even sleep? the made looks unmade only on your side, his is still arranged neatly. just as cold and untouched as it was last night.

ross follows you because this fight, or argument, or whatever it is, is clearly not over. 

"what’s that supposed to mean?" he stops at the threshold, arms crossed in front of his chest.

you turn around to look at him. he looks like the same ross as always, with long hair, and a rough beard you've always adored. he's wearing the t-shirt you bought for him a long time ago, back when you still bought surprise gifts for each other. it strains over his arms--old and faded and familiar in a jarring way because there is nothing familiar about him right. nothing familiar about the way he stands there and looks at you. he looks like your ross and yet looking at him makes you feel…nothing. 

"don’t act dumb, ross," you retort. suddenly there's no more energy in your body. suddenly it's all so tiring and weary that you have to stop whatever you're doing and sit on the edge of the bed. "do you even know when you were home the last time?"

ross looks a little taken aback, opening his mouth and closing it again when he can't immediately come up with a retort. a second later he rolls his eyes, "so this is what it’s about? that i’m not constantly here—"

"you know that’s not what this is about," you interrupt, "don’t make me out to be some clingy child!"

"and yet you’re holding my job against me! you know how important it is that this turns out good for us. you know how important—"

"definitely more important than me anyway," you mutter under your breath, not even trying to keep the bitterness out of it. it's not fair and it's not the right thing to say. you know how dedicated he is to his music but this time you're tired. just this once you want to stomp your feet and demand his attention and yell at the top of your lungs about how neglected you've felt. air out all your grievances until you don't feel so heavy and burdened anymore.

"what was that?" he's suddenly standing up straight, no longer leaning against the doorframe, "are you being serious right now?"

it would be so easy to take it back, to tell him you didn't mean it and you can try to be more understanding. but the anger rising in you burns every rational thought.  

"you heard me," you try to push past him. all you want to do is be alone, lock yourself in the bathroom for a bit, and just have a good cry, but of course, ross blocks your path. 

"leave me alone, ross," the tone of warning clear in your voice, "you were fine doing that for the past couple of months anyway."

"i have been home!" he sounds incredulous, "you’re acting like this is the first time you’re seeing me in six months." ross paces around a bit, rubbing a hand over his face, "besides, it’s not like you have been home a lot lately."

"well, sorry i didn’t wait for you to come home and finally spend some time with me!’ you yell back.

at some point, you got tired of waiting around. you started making plans with anyone and everyone who would ask you to hang out. you started staying at work later than necessary, doing more work than anyone asked of you. 

"fuck," he mutters, "i just…i don’t know how to make this work anymore," he turns around, facing away from you. the coward doesn't even have it in him to look you in the eye anymore. 

such a simple sentence, “i don’t know how to make this work anymore”, but you feel your heart shattering into a million pieces. when did it come to this? when did you and ross stop being the best thing in each other’s life? when did everything go to shit?

there's no other woman in his life, that much you're sure of.  and he hasn't flipped a switch overnight, no. this has been coming for a few months now. frankly, it's surprising that this fight hasn’t happened sooner. 

"so this is it then? you just...don't know?" your voice sounds smaller than it ever has. there was a time when ross would have instantly turned around and apologised. he would have pulled you into his chest and said sorry till the word lost its meaning. he would have done anything to show he cares.

but he just sighs, still looking the other way. 

the silence is suffocating, none of you willing to acknowledge it, to say the words that would fully seal the deal. all ross does is shake his head and walk away. 

two minutes later the front door gently thuds shut. he didn't even slam it shut, there's no anger behind it, just bitter resignation. 

you sniffle, wiping the few tears that slipped out, and get your suitcase out. you'd just pack the essentials now; an overnight bag, some documents, and work stuff. ross wouldn’t be home for the next few days anyway. and even if he was, you aren't so confident anymore that he would try to stop you from leaving.

[aro-geo-turtle]

OH MY GOD I HAD NO IDEA IT WAS DROPPING TODAY I THOUGHT IT WASNT COMING FOR ANOTHER WEEK AT LEAST

SCREW YOU SLEEP SCHEDULE ITS MALEVOLENT PART 41 TIME

Omg I’m so scared I’m so fucking scared

Arthur screaming at Kayne, what a beginning

Divorce time hehehe…ow

John baby 😭😭😭😭 all is forgiven on my front!!! I love you! Ahhhhhhh I think he’s finally airing out a bunch of stuff that’s been building up inside for a while. Owwwww

I wonder if projecting again is going to be as easy as they’re assuming it’s going to be. It was kinda a heat of battle thing. Either way, the physical toll on Arthur is a good cost to balance it out story wise

This is why John and Arthur work so well together, they fight but in the process they get all their feelings out there and communicated. They don’t let secrets and resentments fester without confronting them

And then they pack their shit up and work together, even when still angry. John’s voice when he tells Arthur that it’s ok 😭 because describing surroundings, looking for shelter and directing Arthur on how to get there is familiar territory, he knows how to do that and do it well so it’s all going to be ok now 😭

Jfbdjdb Arthur reaching for a light switch. Yeah this is going to take some adjustment

Aaaaand a monster already, yay! …wait a second. Jfbjdbdbfbdbdbb omg. An owl!! It’s the bathroom mirror all over again

John is finally able to openly talk about his time in the dark world 🥺

But also Arthur telling him he gets its a hard topic and he doesn’t have to when he’s not ready 🥺 and what we were all thinking, that he would have forgiven John for the deal

PET OWL PET OWL. Come on they deserve it! And I did not expect Arthur to be a huge owl nerd lol that’s so unexpected and wonderful

Welcome Alexander the Owl to the party! I’m so happy about this.

Spooky claustrophobic crack already, huh? Wonderful. S4 was a reprieve from the caves and it couldn’t possibly last any longer. And of course it looks like a mouth. Why not.

Ok writing down this broach description cause it’ll probably be important or metaphorical later: two gazelles, the baby escapes while the parent is eaten by a lion, angry snake in a tree in the background. Weird. A snake in a tree immediately makes me think garden of eden symbolism…

Please don’t enter the spooky crack guys.

No you’re going to fall off the ladder you guys fall down every hole and break every staircase/ladder you go on yep yep that’s exactly what I meant.

Omg letters. They’re going to find Oscar’s letter oh gosh I’m going to cry noooo Oscar’s letter was ruined????

They didn’t lose the gun for once??? Damn. And this is going to be far more advanced weapons tech than this era, this could be super helpful!

Wait Oscar’s letter??? It’s ok??? And they remember him???

Into the crack we go! Damn they’re both getting poetic now

These two spend far too much time in caves for a claustrophobe and a nyctophobe

Flesh! Wonderful! Is this thing actually a mouth?!??

Mmmmmmm ahhhhh what is happening????? This is very freaky! Oh no oh no was that an egg sac???? Ahhhh nope nope nope nope the sounds are not making this better! My only consolation is that it isn’t spiders, I was very scared about that for a sec!

Two paths is diverge in a yellow wood evil flesh cave…

John does seem to have gotten a lot better about his fear of the dark, I guess he’s just had to deal with it enough and been in enough situations where the darkness is actually helpful to get better.

Trapped in a cave with skeletons. Oh not only that, it’s a dungeon! Oh! Oh no! Can we help this guy???

Aaaand that’s where we leave off. Oof. Imma need to process this one. If I can stop laughing about Arthur being an owl nerd lol

[barbieb0y]

with a snap of the fingers.

day 6 already!! we're in the final stretch!!!!

for today, i went with a comfort unasked for yet welcomed ! and a wall of snow keeps us hidden kinda

this one is definitely more elaborate than my previous work ... bc this one's a fantasy au!! ive had this vivid image of paper cut and joe being a mage and a blacksmith respectively and them being kinda neighbors in a village. but it kinda extended to other characters too so you may see them here. also i used my actual name here bc paper cut doesnt sound like it'd fit in a fantasy setting 😭 and also his personality here is kinda inspired by a character named beryl from a game called sword of convallaria! here hes a really skilled mage whos kinda cocky but ultimately still a socially awkward dude who doesnt go out much. lol

if i have time, i'll expand on this au a little more! but for now, aside from what i said above, this au has sonetto as the "main character" or the hero who keeps coming back to the village from dungeon raiding (bc i cant see vertin doing it despite her technically being the protag in re99). kinda like dungeon meshi (<- read like 5 chapters of dunmeshi)

i love roguelikes so the idea of the hero reviving after dying in an always shuffling and changing dungeon appeals to me. so that happens to sonetto in this au

SORRY FOR THE WORD VOMIT i just enjoyed writing this a lot. anyways

Safar hates to admit it but he is very much snowed in.

Usually he wouldn’t mind the blizzard causing it - hell, sometimes he’d celebrate - but he needed to go out to get some potions from Sotheby across the village. It’s just misfortune after misfortune for him this winter season.

He can only mumble complaints under his breath as he instructs various (previously) inanimate objects to tidy up the place. It’s a rare occasion as he can be… quite the disorganized individual, despite having the convenience of magic literally at his fingertips. Though the process itself isn’t as magical, ironically enough.

Everything comes to a stop when he hears a banging on the door. His complaints double as he stomps over to the door. He quickly casts a translation spell, just to throw a warning to whatever monster threatens to break into his house.

“Get the hell out, you freaks! Do not piss me off!”

Instead of growling and howling, he is instead met with some coughs. Very humane coughs (or at least, humanoid). His temper subsides slightly at the possibility that annoying winter monsters finally got the hint after many, many years.

“I have no idea what you’re saying but it’s me, Joe! Y’know, the blacksmith next door?”

The big, tough guy next door? The sole source of all the sound pollution that made Safar soundproof his walls? Well, at least it’s a human. They’re supposed to be good at reasoning with other humans. At least, the mage hopes so.

Even then, it’s strange that the blacksmith is out there during a literal blizzard. Like it or not, the mage has to let the tough guy in, lest he dies out there. The snow-drenched blacksmith stumbles in, which helps with the mage’s attempt to open and close that front door as quickly as humanly possible.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

The host spouts the moment he slams the front door. It’s a genuine question asked sort of out of concern but the mage has to admit he didn’t want any kind of visitor, monster or not. Thankfully, his little inanimate servants managed to clean up the place in time for the unexpected visitor.

“I was on my way home but then the snow got super heavy and well. Your place is nearer and my balls are freezing.”

Safar can’t argue with that. He can interrogate where he was from once they settle down. And so the mage surrenders to his fate with a sigh, making his way towards his shelves flowing with ingredients of many varieties. Making the blacksmith feel right at home will be a piece of cake.

“I do not want to hear about your freezing balls. Sit down over there, I’ll make some tea. Or are you more of a coffee guy?”

Out of habit, the mage starts throwing out everything he’s not looking for. Joe is oblivious to this despite all the noise he’s making and simply enjoys himself on the very comfortable couch, right beside a very cozy fire.

“I’m fine with anything.”

The blacksmith begins to lay down on the couch. Safar knows well that Joe has the luxury of being a guest and it’s common courtesy for him to treat the guest well but he can’t help but think for someone so big and tough-looking, he sure as hell seems content to not put those muscles to use.

Well, whatever! He’s a mage for Pete’s sake! He has the convenience of using supernatural powers to aid him in his daily activities! And moving things around with magic is child’s play for the best mage in this village!

He proves this point by snapping his fingers, which drops a whole tea set (with cookies on the side) on the coffee table in front of Joe. The guest jumps from the sudden movement, though the self-pouring kettle remains unfazed.

“And anything you will get.”

The host smugly proclaims as he struts towards his guest. With another snap of his fingers, lanterns illuminate the living room. He looks around the room, pondering if there’s anything else that needs some finger-snapping. Ultimately, his gaze lands on the fireplace. He sneaks a glance at Joe.

“Is the fire warm enough?”

Increasing the heat of the fireplace requires more effort than just finger-snapping but the extent of it just consists of the inconvenience of having to grab an extra ingredient from his stuffed shelves. Yet Joe only smiles at the host, as warm as the flames that lick the smooth stone.

“Yeah. The perfect temperature actually.”

Safar’s smug smile turns into a genuine one. He has to admit – the guy’s energy is contagious. Having his mood lifted up slightly prompts him to join his guest near the fireplace as he quite literally lifts himself up off the floor, hovering in midair in a cross-legged sitting position. Joe pretends to not be impressed but the mage can tell he’s stealing glances.

It’s easy for the mage to forget certain tricks up his robe’s sleeves are unthinkable for other people, especially for a regular human such as Joe. Some think the mage can be a little too boastful for his own good but Joe isn’t part of that crowd - he deserves to be boastful. He’s the most skilled mage in the village! That much can be seen with the huge certificate that’s pinned up right above the fireplace. The words “BEST MAGE IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE” in the mayor’s crude handwriting swell with pride.

“...Reminds me of my forge back home.”

The blacksmith comments on the warmth of the fireplace, but it also alludes to the fact that he has a certificate in his workshop too - except it says “BEST (AND ONLY) BLACKSMITH IN CHARLESTON VILLAGE”. He always chooses to ignore the words in the parentheses.

Joe lets his eyes wander around the small establishment. It’s a simple little house, the only doors there being the front door and the bathroom door. Everything else is open-ended and connected, with only some half-walls partitioning specific rooms. The place is both tidy and messy. He doesn’t even have to try to feel right at home. Maybe he already is.

…Or not, because Safar is basically a stranger to him.

“Oh yeah, where were you going before the storm hit anyway? I thought you didn't go out of your smithy?”

Right when he thought to start up a conversation, the mage had that handled. Even the blacksmith himself forgot he was out and about still when the storm hit. He racks his brain at the interrogation.

“Sonetto just finished another dungeon run and managed to bring back some good metals for me to mess with and uh… I got excited.”

Safar can never understand Sonetto’s insistence on making her way down that cursed dungeon. But he supposes that strong sense of justice is the reason why she’s The Hero. Bestowed with powers of reincarnation, she’s basically immortal. He can’t help but feel a bit bad for her though.

He never understood why so many yearn for eternal life. Initially he believed that those people merely have an innate desire to be remembered forever which then translates into desire for immortality. Yet he doubts Sonetto is one of these people, despite being The Hero. She’s… really just a good person at heart.

The mage tries to illustrate the image of both Sonetto and Joe in the same room. Hm. A little too full of sunshine for his liking. But no doubt it’d be a delightful room to be in all the same.

“Probably should’ve stayed put then, dude. There’s a reason why people say patience is a virtue.”

The mage comments as a cup of tea makes its way towards him. He downs all of it in one gulp.

“Don’t remind me. I’m impatient as hell.”

The host has to give it to him, he is self-aware at the very least. Safar laughs at his response, Joe pouting at the former’s reaction. The mage then offers a sincere smile. “I get it. Why do you think I use magic for everything?”

He has to admit it too. The mage can be a very prideful person in front of others but behind that closed door, he yearns for a lazy life just as any tired person does.

“Lucky. All I got are these awesome muscles.”

Joe flexes his left arm, bicep bulging boastfully. The mage finds himself entranced by the display. It’s a reminder of his preferences for people to stare at. His gaze is a little too shameless.

“Like what you see, don’tcha?”

Blood rushes to Safar’s face almost immediately at his comment. He would respond but he knows the words that’d leave his lips will stutter. So instead he turns towards the fireplace, attempting to be enchanted by the flames’ dance instead.

“...This is nice. We never really had the time to get to know each other.”

To his relief, Joe changes the topic just as quickly as he was to tease Safar. The latter says nothing for a while.

“Yeah.”

Joe was definitely an uninvited guest but Safar would be lying if he says that his presence is not comforting. And for the time being, the blizzard outside will keep them hidden from the outside world for a little while. More than enough time to forge a friendship.

And it’ll be easy as snapping your magical fingers.

[dearmrsawyer]

hello! it has been a long time since i've talked through my day! this one had such a big turnaround that i needed to document it, mostly for myself.

i had an appointment with a 'root canal specialist' today bc i had my first app with my new dentist a couple of weeks ago and his xray revealed an abscess wow how fun :) i couldn't feel it bc that tooth has a decade old root canal so there are no nerves to reveal there is anything going on!! fun!!!! he's a super nice dentist, i like him but he made me very panicked lol he was showing me how close it is to my sinuses on the xray. so he was like 'go see this guy asap' bc he wanted to know whether there was a chance my old root canal could be redone or if i'd have to get the whole tooth removed/an implant, all for the low low price of $5-6000 🙃 but obviously you can never see specialists asap!!! so i've been walking around for 2.5 weeks with dread/phantom pains that by the time i saw him the infection would've spread and idk had catastrophic consequences??? and then today when i went there was CONSTRUCTION at the turn i needed to make and the road was closed and i was like i don't know how to get there from another street??!?!?!??! i spent 10 minutes driving through suburban streets and my navigation kept trying to take me back to the original route with the closed road, and its the middle of town so there was nowhere i could just temporarily stop and look at the map, and i called them almost crying to let them know i'm coming but i might be late bc i just can't navigate these streets jegjkdgkjdkg

anyway i MADE it, i think i parked in another business's parking lot and just hoped they didn't care lol and then the lady at the desk was like 'our other specialist will have to see you bc the guy you're here for isn't here' so i was feeling uhhhh not good after my dentist talked him up so much. AND my dentist didn't send over my electronic referral and i had LITERALLY been stressed that he would forget to do exactly that for the whole 2.5 weeks oh my god, thankfully they didnt even seem to care. but then as i was filling out the paperwork in the waiting room 'no judgment' came on, and then 'wolves' right after??? and i was like this seems deliberate to try and calm me down 😂 and when the substitute specialist called me in he was so extremely calming and talked me through my options, one of which is indeed to try and redo the root canal bc he's confident he can, it would still cost a lot but wayyyyy less. he also said i could 'do nothing' (which is obv risky, and i would never do nothing, but that made me realise my infection is not about to bust through and spread across my sinuses any second, one fear down!). he was just softly spoken and super relaxed and he made me feel like this was not in fact a crisis and said i could go and think about what i wanted to do, and just call for an appointment when i decided. and then when i went out to pay 'i want to write you a song' was playing 😭 i asked the receptionists if there was a 1d fan in the house and one of them said it must just be a random playlist on spotify, so this was all a complete coincidence????? i told them i was enjoying it very much.

anyway long story short i had already taken the rest of the afternoon off work to go work in the garden, but figured there was a good chance i'd be so down about an unexpected and immiment $5000 hit that i wouldn't want to do anything, but i drove home feeling extremely reassured that i had options and i was not on the clock to decide, and also very relaxed by 1d playing in the background the entire time. i have also been extremely stressed that i would need to take the next step asap and this would be such a bad time as mum is working 50 hour weeks right now bc of the referendum, so i am on caring duty with nonna/nonno anytime we don't have carers here. but there's time! i had a v good afternoon in the garden after all!

[wri0thesley]

That’s adorable, stop ✋😭 if Kaveh doesn’t have an idle like that I’m going to have a strongly worded discussion with Mihoyo because that simply will not do. I can see him rooting around in all his pockets, growing progressively more frustrated and then finally giving up with a big huff and a grumbled vow to let Al-Haitham have a piece of his mind later. So cute … but also, consider him seeking out an audience he can vent to about his “pain in the ass roommate”, finding himself in your company, graciously being invited to wait at your place until he can be let back into his own home, perhaps commiserating over a glass of wine together, and things taking an unexpected, heated turn … 👀 I’m all ears @ myself right now because idk where I’m going with this either lol but I like it. Torn between Kaveh being such a soft, sincere romantic who can charm the pants off just about anyone, or a slightly pathetic, skrunkly puppy dog type that whimpers at the first kiss. Egads.

And yessss I’m so happy Yaoyao is finally escaping from the basement 🙏😭 it’s a shame she had to sacrifice Baizhu to do it but I’m sure he’ll understand. Her animations are all very, very cute but the one with the rabbit confused me just a bit - idk why it was spitting whatever those things were in such a wide area? In the clip I saw it looked like they were picking them back up after the fact so I assume they’re the healing component of her kit but?? That seems like a pain when they’re spread out that far. Either way, she’s a must for me. I love her design and the fact she uses a spear is just!!!

i am absolutely insane about kaveh today unfortunately (and every day but seeing alhaitham leaks and his drip with a quote from kaveh . . . i want him so so bad. faruzan describes kaveh as an "artsy romantic"!!! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN!!!! mr kaveh!!!!).

i love how yae and raiden have the same bird in their idle, that always makes me super happy; i hope that kind of matchy-matchy thing carries through, especially because it seems like 'being roommates with alhaitham' is a big thing they keep coming back to again and again for him!

YES. kaveh, please, i humbly offer you my lodgings and my bed also. and to be just a little over-flattered, despite the fact he started off here just to complain - after all, this is renowned architecht kaveh sitting with you. surely he could have his pick of people to complain to or to spend time with? and perhaps kaveh can even see the little bit of hero worship in your eyes and it emboldens him to make a move . . . sigh.

[oooohno]

Nana 🤍 skshsks please I was thinking if I should keep that last line or nah and then was like 'oh God fuck it, whatever', I wrote it just because and then 😭🤣

Oh my thank you for being always so supportive, I was so scared literally omg

Really thank you, I giggled reading the tags 🥹🤍

That lady better have enjoyed it, in this economy such a show is quite rare~

K 💕 I’m glad you kept it in! It was super funny & so unexpected! I really enjoyed it hehe. And please don’t be scared! This is just tumblr & we’re all here to enjoy fandoms & take a break from our regular lives!! And of course I’m gonna support you! We’re friends & I cherish you so much 😽

I hope you have a great day today!!

[gettatranslations]

Unforgettable Memories！Yumigeta Ako (23.09.10)

Good evening🌝

I'm Yumigeta Ako🛑

Thank you very much for your comments yesterday！

There are lots of things I want to touch on、but I'll get straight into talking about today's Yoyogi performances…！

Firstly… Incredibly！Incredibly！

I was able to take a photo with Ishikawa-san✨

I'm super happy that I was able to meet my beloved Ishikawa-san…！

In past LIVE footage、Ishikawa-san's dialogue during Shabondama gave me a lot of motivation like 「Hawawa」😂

Then with The☆Pea〜ce！、I found lots of variety show appearances from the past and I got obsessed with Ishikawa-san's personality…！

One thing I look forward to every day is Ishikawa-san's Insta update(*ˊᵕˋ*)

So when she was announced as one of the OGs that would be performing、I was really really happy❗️

I got to hear her perform The☆Pea〜ce！live

And her 「Everyone together nowー！」

Was just so cool…

I've got to keep progressing the Morning Musume。that my senpais created！This is something I felt really strongly today！

I'll keep working hard👍❤️‍🔥

Also our Yoyogi performances…！

Thank you very muchー！！！！！

Well ー I have so many thoughts、but it really did fly by…

Each and every performance was so amazing…

Every performance had completely unique songs、and costumes and audience members！

Doing 3 different performances in such a short space of time felt completely different from being on tour、so it felt fresh and also nerve-wracking and exciting！

This was my first time since I joined fully participating in a performance、and the fact that my first stage was at Yoyogi National Stadium First Gymnasium is something I never could have imagined so these have been two days full of unexpected things

But I feel like I was able to show 「I'm proud of what I did」！

I've experienced a lot of things during these 2 days and also during the rehearsal period！

Our Autumn Tour will start really soon、so I want to apply everything I experienced during these concerts in the next ones too！

To everyone who came to see us、and to everyone who cheered us on、really really MAX really thank you very much💖

I had so much funー❗️❗️❗️

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Well then it's time for today's 【Gettaa Life】✨

Today was my first time wearing a headband with a costume❗️

Plus I don't normally wear headbands 、so I literally haven't worn in over 4 years…

So I didn't know how to wear it〜😭

But then Sato Masaki-san was nearby

And she said 「I'll put it on you！」✨

So this headband was placed on me by Sato Masaki-san！

Isn't that great〜

But until it was on I'd tried various things

But then when Sato Masaki-san put it on my head、Sato-san's hands slipped

And it ended up looking like a band that you wear at Sports day。😂

Ishida-san saw this and fixed it for me。

So I guess it was actually Ishida-san who put this headband on for me…？

Sato-san looked so funny laughing at the headband on my forehead that I started laughing too(*^^*)

I Getted 「Knowledge of how to wear a headband」✨️

Sato-san、Ishida-san

Thank you very much！

That's all！This has been 【Gettaa Life】！

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T/N News and information has not been translated

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Tomorrow we're into full on Autumn Tour mode！

I'll keep racing towards the finish line☆*。

Everyone worked hard today！

I'll sleep well and eat well and reflect well on today's memories so that tomorrow will be a good day too🎵

Well then I'll see you tomorrow！

This has been YumiGettaa Ako！Good night🐝🐝🐝

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 433 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

I’m sorry for posting this SUPER LATE!! With school and all of that now occupying my schedule, these might be uploaded every week around this time. 😓 I apologize in advance. 🙏🏽 BUT AYO. LETS GET IT, LETS GET IT, LETS GET ITTTTT!!! So last chapter, when Daniel’s mom heard that Daniel was looking for Jinyeong Park, she reacted like this:

And everybody was like, “Whaaaaaaat? Why she do dat?” 🤔 Well, everybody grab your popcorn because we gon LEARN TODAY-

WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!!! BARK, BARK, BARK!!! AWWWOOOOOOOOGAH!!!!!! *ahem* Sorry everybody, just lost control for a second there. Brain malfunctioning, and whatnot. I guess PTJ wanted to add James Lee into the Bathrobe Club or something.

AWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Got me howling and shit. 🗣🗣🗣

Pleeeeease tell us Mama Park. WE NEED TO KNOW!!! 😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Awww this broke my heart. 💔 Whatever happened with Jinyeong must’ve been painful for her to bear the past like that.

Oh wow. So now we get a dad reveal of Daniel's father? Nah, sorry. They don't look related to me. There also could have been some sort of issue here. Like, Jinyeong used to be Daniel's dad's best friend. And Daniel's dad might have had some sort of issue with fertility or something, so he decided to ask Jinyeong to donate sperm because he sees him as his brother...? Idk man. That's just my theory...

Ah, so THAT'S what happened to Daniel's dad. Ok, ok, that makes sense that his mom would raise him on his own all this time. But, I really want to know how his mom got to such a state that she has to collect cardboard boxes just to provide for her son...

IDK DANIEL, THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY THAT JINYEONG COULD BE YOUR BIOLOGICAL DA- ... My theory is so far-fetched. 💀💀💀💀 THIS AIN'T IT.

AYOOOOOOO. CALLED IT. (not the sperm donor part) BUT THEY MUST'VE BEEN BESTIES!!! 😳

AHHHHHHHHH JAKE IS BACK!!!! But ik he isn't ok emotionally. This guy going through a lot. 😔

NOOOOOOOO. BABY BOY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. IT ISN'T YOUR FAULT!!! It was unfortunate that they got caught, but you really didn't intentionally lead them to that situation. It just so happens that they got captured. 😭

YESSSSS GO SAVE THEM JAKE!!!! GOOOOOOO!!!

YES YOU CAN!!!! JAKE, I BELIEVE IN YOU. 😤👍🏽

Oooooo who will it be? 👀

Ohhhh dang. It's another person from the 0 Gen. 😳 I wonder what his role was in Gapryong's Dragon Fist gang. But I stg. If this man backstabs Jake after telling him that he's indebted to his dad...

*WARNING: O F F E N S I V E M E M E*

Sorry, but this is what I imagined in my head. 😬

Athlete's Foot is back. 😭 Also, I can't wait to see his family's reaction to his new self. 😎

HE'S SO CUTE HERE!!! AHHHHHHHHH DANNY BOY SUPREMACY!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Ohhhh boy, and they're back at it again... 💀💀💀

OMGGGGGGG HERE IT IS!!!! (forget all of them snickering about Daniel, I just wanna see their reactions 😈)

HAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS. BOW DOWN, AND BEHOLD, PEASANTS!!! 😤😤😤 /j

It really do be like that.

I love how proud Mama Park is of Daniel because he has matured so much. Just like I mentioned in the previous chapter, his character growth really is something else. So proud of him! 💖

Whew, it's Grandma's turn...

I'm sorry guys, I had to squeeze all of these panels all in somehow. 😅 But DAMN. HOW DID THIS TURN FROM 0 TO 100 REAL QUICK??? It went from happy family bonding to THE CONJURING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WTHHHH. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (Tbh this gave me flashbacks to the Cult Arc ngl)

And Grandma got some beef with Jinyeong Park. SHE SAID, "CATCH MY HANDS, YOU BASTARD!!!" BUT HEY, SHE MAY BE OLD BUT SHE CAN STILL THROW 'EM. 😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 TBH I FOUND THIS SCENE HILARIOUS FOR SOME REASON BECAUSE OF HOW UNEXPECTED SHE REACTED ALL OF A SUDDEN. She always seemed like the calmest old lady ever, but I guess this scene switched it up a bit. A COMPLETE 180° LMAO. EXCITED FOR GRANDMA PARK TO TUSSLE AHAHAHAHAHA (That was a joke. 💀 If she does end up doing it, then I'm afraid that she might hurt her back.) But I hope they DO explain what Jinyeong's deal is.

Overall, I'm VERY sorry that this is really late, and for the lack of memes again. 😭😭😭 I hope y'all will still look forward to these, and I'll try to upload the next review for the upcoming chapter sooner. ❤️

[versadies]

Hi, and congrats on 3k you 1 000 000% deserve it, well done ! <3

Could I please get mixed yakisoba, sticky honey roast, mint jelly and pop’s teas, dango milk and mustard?

Thanks and again, congrats on the milestone 💖 (p.s: this event is so cute but it made me so hungry for no reason lmfao 😭)

stumbling words — arataki itto x gn!kamisato!reader

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order. STUMBLING WORDS

date. arataki itto (w/ gn!kamisato!reader)

receipt. mixed yakisoba (arataki itto) + sticky honey roast (friends to lovers) + mint jelly and pop’s teas (fluff/comfort) + dango milk (normal au) + mustard (drabble)

spices. fluff/comfort (the only thing comforting here is the wholesomeness), friends to lovers trope, wholesome, this fic supports itto being super nervous around his crush hc, no cw

ingredients. in which itto asks traveler to help him with something unexpected… asking you out on a date to go to a festival.

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chef’s note. tysm comrade !! i’m very delighted to know that you think of my event theme as such. i honestly got hungry too when i made the prompts 💀💀💀

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the oni’s wingman

“...i’m sorry, what?” aether asks, not believing what the oni had just asked him as paimon’s mouth opens agape. in all honesty, when itto had asked the traveler to help him with something, he expected that he’ll be hunting more onikabutos,

but this? this is much more than just onikabutos.

itto scratches the back of his head with a nervous chuckle, hues of red are visible on his face. “w-well uh, you see… this is sorta like, my first time and i really, really don’t want to mess things up, and you’re the only person who i can talk to about this – could you help me ask y/n out on a date to the festival?”

aether blinked a few times.

“...y/n? you mean the y/n kamisato?”

it’s not the fact that itto somehow fell in love with you, the second sibling of the kamisato clan, that surprised the honorary knight. it’s the fact that someone could make the arataki itto become a flustered mess that surprised him.

itto nods in response, his smile reaches up to his eyes from you being mentioned. “yes. you’re the only person i can think of who knows them a lot and i think it’d be great if you help me, y’know, like a wingman?”

“what do we get in return?” paimon asks, crossing her arms.

“..a treat from me?” itto said hesitantly. although the way he said it was doubtful, aether paid no mind to it. if there’s one thing he knows about itto, he’s quite a genuine person. so when he says he’ll treat aether and paimon in a hesitant tone, it’s not because he’s hesitant on treating them, but because of the fact he isn’t sure if he has the finance for it.

oh well, free food is free food.

paimon could care less as well, her eyes brightening from itto’s response. “say no more! we’ll make sure you’ll ask y/n in no time!” she exclaims, flying around the oni happily, who sighed in relief.

“you have my thanks, sunshine! when can we do it?”

aether and paimon immediately shoot each other a look. now that they think about it, it seems as though the universe is on itto’s side. they were basically done with everything they had to do for the day and are free to do whatever they want… not to mention the fact that thoma told them you’re free from your duties in the clan as well when they had asked how you and ayaka are.

the traveler’s mouth twitches up. “how do you feel about today?”

it didn’t take long for aether and paimon to find you in inazuma city.

however, what took long was them helping itto practice asking you out on a date. if traveler could earn a mora each time the oni brushes his hair profusely before continuing to practice, he would’ve been possibly richer than diluc ragnvindr himself.

it’s sort of endearing, to be quite frank. the oni claimed that he’s your bestest friend in the whole world and will be the bestest boyfriend you’ll ever get, only to instantly turn into a blushing mess when he realized what he just said.

now that they both think about the ridiculous number of times when itto messed his confession up, only celestia can tell if itto could pull this off.

when they spotted you eating at shimura’s restaurant, they instantly gesture itto to quickly come up to you and ask you out, immediately hiding behind the building that’s not too far away from where you are and allow them to listen to your conversation.

“h..hey y/n!” itto called, causing you to look away from your food and turn to itto’s direction with brightened eyes.

“oh, hey itto, it’s good to see you!” you ask, stopping yourself from eating your meal first when you spotted the oni. “are you here to eat dinner as well?”

he froze for a moment. this is not what he practiced with traveler and paimon at all!

“uh, n.. no– i mean, yes?”

hearing “yes” as his response caused you to excitedly gestured to him to sit down on the empty stool-chair that’s next to yours. “you can sit next to me if you want? i was starting to eat.” you said.

in panic, itto turns around to where aether and paimon are hiding, causing them to panic as well and motion him to do what you asked. they honestly didn’t care how certain onlookers noticed the honorary knight’s presence, eyeing them strangely at the sight of him and paimon hiding behind the building.

“thanks, i uh, appreciate it..?” itto spoke, sitting down next to you. wait, is his hair okay? did he put in enough perfume or did he put in too much? crap, what was he supposed to say again?!

“it’s no problem, really. it’s always better to eat food with someone instead of eating alone, right?” you replied with a small laugh, causing itto to laugh harder out of awkwardness.

it truly amazes aether how you didn’t shoot itto a strange look from his reactions, but it’s safe to say he and paimon knew things would not go well, especially since itto looks like he’s about to have a bean allergy attack.

itto then clears his throat, wiping his hands on his lap nervously. “so uh, y/n,”

you gave him a curious look on your face. “yes?”

“i was lying, actually. i-i didn’t really come here to eat dinner, i’m here to uh, tell you something..” he said, scratching the back of his head.

your expression immediately changes to concern. “oh dear, did something happen? you can tell me anything, i’m your bestest friend, after all!”

ouch, he did not just get friend-zoned!

itto chuckles nervously. should he really shoot it? what if you only see him as truly a friend and not something more unlike how he sees you?

he glances once more at the traveler's direction, and the blonde-haired man doesn't hesitate to profusely gesture to him to continue as paimon gives him a thumbs-up in encouragement.

he then remembers what they told him before he was sent away to where you are.

“if you feel a lot nervous and can’t find yourself to do it, then all of our efforts are a waste!” paimon replied when itto had asked them what happens if he can’t do it. “i’m sure y/n will accept it, you’re a great guy!”

aether nods in agreement, giving the tall man an encouraging pat on the back. “paimon’s right, i’m sure y/n wouldn’t reject you. who would even reject the number one oni?” he said, trying not to show the cringe look on his face when he called itto the number one oni.

nevertheless, it didn’t matter to itto if aether cringed from such title. it was enough to make him feel confident. sunshine is right, the oni thought. i am the number one oni! i can do this!

itto immediately looks back at you, who’s still staring at him in concern.

“well uhm, i know this might sound like a surprise, but i just wanted to ask if you’d uh…”

you tilt your head, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “if i’d…?”

itto feels his cheeks warming up. no, he can’t yield to his nervousness! he needs to get it together!

“i-if you’d uh… uhhh…”

someone is killing him now.

aether immediately gives himself a face-palm. out of all the times itto could’ve stumbled over his words, it had to be the time when he’s actually going to confess!

paimon lets out an irritated noise. “that’s it! i’ll do this myself–”

before the honorary knight’s companion could even take one move forward, the two instantly heard you laughing, causing aether and paimon to freeze.

…huh?

it’s safe to say that itto copied the same reaction. why are you laughing? does he look that humiliating–?!

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry for laughing!” you said, trying to refrain yourself from laughing. “it took you long enough to actually ask me out to go to that festival.”

itto, aether, and paimon’s eyes went wide from your words, taken back by surprise.

…you knew this whole time?

“...w-wait, you knew?!” itto exclaims, paying no mind to how some people passing by gave him a strange look for his loud outburst. “how?! i didn’t even say anything – can you read minds?”

you laughed once more, wiping a small tear from your eye. “itto, i was in uyuu restaurant when you told the traveler about it. all of you were quite loud enough for me to overhear from another room.” you explained.

itto could tell his ears turned redder. how embarrassing, you knew all along because of his loud mouth!

you then pat his shoulder. “you really didn’t have to practice for the whole morning and afternoon just for me. i’d still accept your offer even if you’re just stuttering the whole time.” you said reassuringly.

his heart fluttered. he praises the gods above for letting him meet a person like you. however, his lovestruck expression immediately falls when he realizes what you also had just said.

“wait, so that means you’ll.. g-go out with me?!”

you hummed, your smile reached up to your eyes. “of course.”

itto immediately stands up, punching the air above with his fist. “aw yeah! i knew you’d say yes!”

you watched in amusement as itto calls over aether and paimon, who both flinch when they hear the oni’s loud voice calling out to them and expose their hiding spot.

“hey guys! did you hear?! they said yes!” he yelled, letting out “whoop! whoop!” sounds.

before aether and paimon could say anything, someone else had beaten them to it.

“let’s go, boss!” one of the arataki gang members cheered as he came out from a bush, followed by another member of itto’s gang to come out from his hiding spot and the next. “we knew you’d rock it! we’ll make sure to leave you love-birds alone today!”

what the hell… aether thought to himself with wide eyes. how long were they hiding there?!

[murdock-barnes]

Mommy likes it <3

Elektra Natchios x Fem!Reader

Summary: Elektra worked up your body a bit too much and you accidentally slipped a word that she ended up liking😏

Warnings: smut, tribbing, edging, praise kink, mommy kink

A/N: I’m Elektra Natchios’ whore first and human second😩 Lately I’ve been having lots of thots about her so here is this tiny little baby for u❤️ I hope you like it💋

PS. sooooo sorry for still not writing the requests, I’ll get back to it as soon as I can. Please don’t hate me I’m super busy but I love y’all sm😭😭

18+ MINORS DNI

“Please…” your voice cracked. Elektra has been edging you for the last hour and you just couldn’t take it anymore. She said she wanted to play with her food today so she prolonged your torture while having that wild gleam in her eyes, your desperation feeding her flame.

Now she was on top of you and her strong thigh found place between your legs where you need her the most. A groan left you when she pressed her thigh to your core, your thigh also pressed into her center. She had a wicked smile on her face. Fuck, she was so beautiful! She leaned in a bit and her gorgeous tits were just inches away. You couldn’t resist reaching forward and catching her nipple in between your teeth. She threw her shoulders back, baring her boobs to you. You sucked and licked while she practically ride you.

Unholy moans left your mouth. You threw your head back “Please… mommy.”

Elektra lifted her head, looking at you in awe. However, you were too lost in pleasure to notice what you just said. Oh but she loved it! Seeing you like this, begging to her, begging to mommy.

“You wanna cum baby? So desperate for mommy. Aren’t you?” She grind on you harder and kissed you sloppily “So pretty. My baby’s doing so good for me.”

All you were was a wet, moaning mess. “Please, please… please.”

“Just a little longer, honey,” she said, her hot breath burning your neck.

Your breaths were short, your sight blurry. Elektra shifted her position, now aligning her cunt with yours. An unworldly sound left your lips at the contact between your legs. Her clit grazed over yours and you took in a sharp breath. Her wetness was blending with yours. Each time she snapped her hips, wet sounds reached to your ears, riling you up even more. Your pathetic whimpers were mixed with Elektra’s deep moans. You were shaking with the pending orgasm and Elektra’s quick thrusts were shaking the bed.

“You gonna be good for mommy? Yeah?” Elektra was so close too. The unexpected name you called her made her a bit too exited.

“Yes, mommy. So good. Yes, please… please! God!”

“Go on baby, come all over mommy! Cum on mommy’s cunt!” She breathed out.

With her approval, release took over your body. Your eyes rolling in your head as you moaned her name over and over again. Your legs shaking around her when she found her peak. Her body shaking on yours. Her moans were muffled by your neck. Elektra kept on her thrusts riding both of you to the end of the pleasure. When her pace came to a stop, she put her whole weight down on you, burying you under her. Honestly, what a perfect place to die!

Elektra lifted on her elbows locking eyes with you. She brushed your hair away and cupped your face. A smirk found its place on her lips “So… mommy, huh?”

You now realized what you said in the heat of the moment. A blush crept up to your cheeks and you tried to get free of her hold.

“No,” she stopped you, laughing. “Don’t be ashamed. Mommy likes it.”

She buried her head in your neck, leaving kisses and bites while tickling you. You left a sigh of relief before getting lost in the laughs with her, the love of your life, your mommy.

[teshine]

Obey me Dateables reacting to:

finding themselves under a mistletoe with you!

»[brothers ver.]

summary: you've told the brothers about a silly little tradition humans do during christmas; kisses under the mistletoe.

» a/n: sorry if this was a bit too late for Christmas. this literally took me days to think for ideas loll 😭 hope y'all still liked this tho!

Diavolo ♡

it all started when Lucifer told him about your little mistletoe story

he found it rather interesting

to a point where he made sure to set one up in the council room 💀

he just wanted to be a good friend and play match maker okay

but oops, things didn't go according to plan. (again)

bcs the next day you decided to arrive 10 minutes early for a student council meeting, and surprise surprise, so did diavolo.

he would start a little small talk. eventually leading him to admit that there was actually a mistletoe above you both.

when I tell you it took you a second to process it

he literally just randomly blurted it out

"ah that reminds me! there's actually a mistletoe on top of us right now!"

says with with a matching big smile on his face like It wasn't a big deal.

"this is definitely unexpected isn't it?... maybe it's fate?"

he'd probably be flustered and smiley, heart pounding faster by the minute.

"can I... kiss you?" he'd ask.

the last thing he wanted was for you to be uncomfortable. of course he'd respect if you'd say no.

if you agree, he'd let out a light chuckle. fingers holding your chin, lifting it up slightly and gives you a heartwarming kiss against your lips.

gives you his big goofy smile afterwards

like damn, how can one human make his heart race so much?

also, ma'am, sir, if you're not I love with him yet,, HOW?

whoever passed by y'all and witnessed everything, definitely thought it's like they witnessed some cheesy romantic movie scene.

if news spread and Lucifer finds out, ahA save yourself cuz he'd probably scold you until diavolo admits he started everything.

Barbatos ♡

today you got a call from barbatos who needed help. your help specifically.

he wanted to try out new food recipes from the human world

who are you to say no to the oh so mysterious butler?

and that's why you're now in the kitchen of the demon lord's castle reciting the ingredients of your favorite human food

a few hours past and the food was ready for taste testing

Id like to think he'd feed you a spoonful of everything he had made. waiting for you approval.

would smile wider when you tell them it tastes amazing.

moments later while in the middle of savoring his dishes, you took notice of the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling. and you name it, it's right above you.

I can lowkey imagine mc choking and a panicked barbatos giving you some water 😭

anyways, when you questioned him about it, he just tells you Satan (+ Asmo) came by to put them all up and that Diavolo left it as it is.

if you had super speed, you'd zoom back home and smack the living hell out of Satan and Asmo

"Lord Diavolo also mentioned about the tradition in the human world— kisses under a mistletoe, correct?"

all you did was nod. looking down, way too embarrassed to look at him right now.

he'd chuckle and let out a "hmm.. it does seem pretty interesting"

"yeah...... it is..."

and mind you, this man is always calm and collected. he'd probably deal with this situation easily

suddenly you'll hear light footsteps. he'd slowly walk towards you. slipping two fingers under your chin and lifting it up. you were wet with his face only inches apart.

the more you stare at him, the more visible his blushing cheeks become. cute you thought

would say shit like "have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" to make you 10x more flustered

you hate him for it, but that all fades away because he leans in and presses a chaste kiss on your lips.

he wouldn't admit it out loud, but he's always wanted to know what it was like to kiss the human he's very much interested in.

side note: after this encounter, if y'all become official, he'd make your favorite human food in a heart beat. you wouldn't even have to ask.

Solomon ♡

since it's the holidays, you'd wanna go home for atleast a day right?

and by home, I mean to the human world

which thankfully, Diavolo gave you permission to

butttt there's just one condition. he'll allow ONLY if someone comes with.

and Solomon just so happened to be free for that day.

so ofc you agreed, anything to see family. besides, what could possibly go wrong, right?

...

yeahhhhh no. 💀

cuz when you brought solomon home with you, your family IMMEDIATELY thought he was your boyfriend.

bro not even after a second, he was SWARMED by them asking questions.

mf may have look calm and smiley but man when I tell you his red ears say otherwise

was lowkey a bit disappointed when you assured them that he was jUst a FriEnD.

he thought your embarrassed face was adorable when your fam exposed your embarrassing childhood memories.

but time flew by and you were told to check out the beautiful evening sky.

aka the place where a mistletoe is.

you knew damn well your family had something up their sleeve.

you warned solomon about the gut feeling, but he only laughed it off

and while at the middle rambling about you family's antics,

someone opens the balcony door and goes "oh and by the way, if you haven't noticed yet, you're under a mistletoe heheh" then left.

heheh? HEHEH❓❓❓

for a few seconds he thinks he may have malfunctioned a bit, but tries to calm the fuck down

"your family is really something huh?" he'd say with a light chuckle.

at this point, you wanted the ground to swallow you up WHOLE.

"haha... w-well y'know, you dont.. really.... have.. to...." you'd trail off as he walked towards you

he'd slowly pull you by the waist, closer to him. face only centimeters away.

"and if I do, hm?"

"i- uh- um..."

he swears, he may sound alright, but his beating chest makes him think it's so loud you'll probably here each beat.

he'd smile and finally close the small gap between you. kissing you like you were the most delicate thing that existed.

que the loud ass squealing household.

god being with yoh has definitely been a treat since the beginning. cuz man if he could repeat time, he'd play this part of his life on replay.

maybe things went wrong in the right way?

Simeon ♡

I honestly think it would happen in the school library.

you needed help with some lessons, and remembered Simeon saying he could tutor you whenever you were having a hard time.

and so you both meet up in the school library.

a few lessons go by, and Simeon declared that it was time for a little break.

as a break, you both walked around the library together, scanning a few books. looking around as if you haven't been there for the nth time.

while strolling, you notice Simeon coming to a stop.

"y/n look. they set up a mistletoe— a lot of them actually... reminds me of the rumors I heard about"

oh

well this is awkward..

you'd both would stare at it for a bit as if staring would make it magically disappear or something.

you decided to play it off. thinking Simeon would probably care less, or wouldn't be interested in any of these nonsense things.

but nooooo you thought wrong. man, you have no idea how he just wanted to grab your face and kiss you right there and then.

except he was just.. nervous. he didn't know what to do or how to act.

"a-ah. nah, don't mind it, mistletoes are just for a silly little tradition anyway-" you'd say to break the award tension

you were supposed to walk away.

supposed to.

but you felt a light tug on your sleeve. as if signalling you to wait.

turning around, you'd see Simeon with his hand on his nape.

his pretty cheeks would be dusted with bright pink. shyly looking away.

Its probably because he didn't really know how to ask for a kiss

"I... I uhm.."

you didn't any more words. his actions were obvious.

say no more gorgeous angel!

the closer you get, the deeper the shade his cheeks turn

with both your hands reaching up to cup each cheek, cradling his face. you could practically feel him melt under your touch.

he's screaming on the inside.

is also thanking god for hearing his prayers

dear lord the things you do to him. it drives him absolutely crazy.

with heart eyes, he stares into yours. seeing you coming closer and closer.

then finally, you gave him a soft and gentle kiss.

that was it. his heart was beating, almost like it was gonna explode

his legs felt like they were too weak to hold him up.

just like that you got him wrapped around your fingers

never in a millennium did he ever think he'd fall for a human. and yet he did

now he wished time stopped. wanting to stay in your hold til who knows when

that's when he knew, he'd do anything, and I mean absolutely anything for you.