#I think I'm getting better... slowly..... I hope

[nightingale-prompts]

Danny had promised the movie was kid-friendly but also said the previous movie "Her Melody" was technically kid-friendly too. So the better question was if it was emotion-friendly because this family was full of sensitive people.

"It's based on my puppy Cujo." Danny said holding up the movie case called "Echo & Ash"

It was hard to say no to Danny. He looked hopeful and sad. So movie night would happen.

Damian was not giving a proper memo. Last time Danny brought a movie Damian slept in Dick's room and everyone was super clingy. It was....new. Not a bad feeling but it was pathetic how a single film did this. It was actually Alfred's favorite as well.

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Movie: "It's your new friend Eddy. She's a girl so give her a good name." "She barks everytime I talk so her names going to be Echo." "That's a wonderful name"

The movie started with a feel-good story of a boy named Everest and his first pet. A puppy named Echo. Echo followed him everywhere and loved running in the woods with Everest. The family sighed collectively that nothing sad had happened.

But this was a Danny movie so emotional trauma will be had.

One clear day the two were playing when the camera suddenly shifted to the woods. Nothing could be seen other than trees. The camera shifted like it was being held by someone and you realize. The threat isn't out there...there was someone there and they are currently holding a camera as they watch the boy.

Uncertainty builds as Echo suddenly stops. Her ears stand at attention as she zeros in on the camera, her eyes laser-focused.

Then she begins pulling Everest away. She makes him chase her out of the woods. But the camera stays stationary and not moving to follow.

The scene lingers a little too long before the view shifts upwards and in another direction as heavy footsteps follow.

Stephanie: Oh god, I hated that.

Barbara: I don't think I remembered to breathe.

Movie: One afternoon as Everest walks home alone after running from a group of bullies a car races down the road. As the car rears closer a series of barks rang out. Echo chased the car like a mad dog. Everest felt a shove on his side as the dog's body pushed him aside.

There was sharp bark, a thud, and a whimper.

Then the scene shifts to a vet office. There is no sound other than a soft piano. Everest cries with Echo in his arms as a vet kneels next to him, probably explaining what's going to happen. Echo pants heavily before she slowly stops and closes his eyes. Then she is gone.

Damian: *bitting his lip and trying to hold back emotions* Nightingale...What. Is. This.

Danny:*smiles gently and shrugs*

Damian: Daniel! No!

Danny: It'll be okay.

Bruce: It's okay Damian. Come sit next to me.

Movie: Echo wondered around the endless woods for what felt like forever until a voice called put.

"Hey, puppy! What are you doing here?" The boy asked.

Echo sniffed around searching.

"You looking for someone?"

Echo whimpered as she turned in every direction searching for her family.

Duke: Ah, nooo. She's so cute.

Movie: "Well, I'm Ash."

Echo sniffs the boy briefly before turning to keep looking elsewhere.

Echo wondered for a long time. Night and day passed but she wasn't getting tired or hungry.

"Only other spirits pass through here. No one stays like you do. Did you come to keep me company?"

The boy was very talkative but Echo didn't seem to mind. Slowly she warmed up to him and spent time playing with him. Her ghost friend was happy to have her.

But she would still think about her family.

In the real world, Everest couldn't stop thinking about Echo. He was all alone now.

"She probably hated me."

But he didn't feel like she was gone. Sometimes he felt a brush against his leg or strangely a push on the swing. A ball rolling on the ground towards them alerted him one afternoon. He had been hiding in the backyard again from the neighborhood boys when he felt it.

"Echo?"

The wind blew against his face and somehow he knew for sure she wasn't alone.

Damian: Daniel, tell me now that they see each other.

Dick: Damian, be nice. Just watch the movie.

Movie: "Is that your friend doggy? That human?" *bark* "Why is he crying like that?"

Ash hovered near the boy making a cold wind brush past.

"Hey, you shouldn't cry. Your dog is right here. She's been badgering me to help her visit so the least you can do I put on a smile." Ash said. "Come on! Get up!"

Evening he couldn't see Everest heard something in the back of his mind. He knew he wasn't alone.

Dick: He kind of reminds me of Jason.

Jason: What's that supposed to mean?

Dick: nothing bad...not good either.

Movie: Over time Everest learned to see and not just hear the spirits. Playing with them after school. He was able to run with Echo again and have a friend like Ash. Ash also played tricks on his bullies.

However, Ash would always look over his shoulder, and when it got late Ash said it was time to go.

"Can't you just stay a little longer? The sun still up." Everest complained.

"But it's still winter. It'll be gone in minutes. Besides we can't stay on this side for long. We have to go." Ash's eyes didn't leave the horizon as he scanned it.

Duke: Calling it now. Ash died after the sun went down.

Stephanie: No shit, Sherlock.

Bruce: Language.

Movie: "Ash? I've been wondering. How did you die?"

Echo whined pawing at Ash.

"Don't worry Echo it's fine. I don't remember. Most ghost I've met do but I don't really know."

"The other ghosts?"

"Yeah, they come over from the other side sometimes to visit but they have to go back. They are all older so they take care of me. I can't go there with them though."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. They said that I couldn't move on until I get what I needed and let go. But I don't know what that is. I'm scared though, of leaving the woods."

"Oh...is these something you want now?"

"I wanted a friend and then Echo showed up and now I can visit you. So I think I'm happy now."

Barbara: Am I insane or does Ash look like a slightly younger Phantom.

Cassie: (in sign) I thought so too. But I'm not sure. That guy rarely shows up.

Movie: "It's dark! You need to leave! Hurry!"

"Not until you tell me the truth! You're hiding something! You've been hanging around looking for something! You won't tell me anything! Then when I found that burnt-up shack you yelled at me to leave and not come back! I thought you were my friend!" Everest screamed at the ghost.

"Ever, please! Go home! It's not safe here." Ash pleaded with tears in his eyes.

But it was too late. That monster came. The same one from Everest's nightmares. The visions he had gotten after seeing Ash. Instead of just a black shadow, it was a man.

Bruce: *takes a sharp breath*

Jason: No. God damn it. Don't do this.

Tim: Danny. Tell me this isn't-

Danny: *holds Tim's hand* It'll be okay.

Movie: The man who lurked in the shadows had waited look enough. He had always been there in those woods just out of frame watching and hidden in the tree line. You couldn't see him but you felt him every time the camera panned around the woods. The barren leafless trees giving the illusion of safety since you could see more than in the summer and the noisy leaf litter on the ground would warn you. But not when it was dark and certainly not now that the noisy dog wasn't around.

Everest had forgotten that even with ghosts he was still alone.

Everest was taken to that shack deep in the woods as Ash screamed unheard to the ears of the living and knowing very well what would happen next.

But spirits like Ash can't say after nightfall. Not when they feared the dark. But Ash persisted, fading but still hanging on. His ghost form flickering like a flame. Echo was dead but her mission and life were the same in death. She would protect her boy.

The ghost dog sprinted into the night back to her old home. She bumped into anything she could to cause a ruckus and catch the adults' attention. Knocking over family photos until they noticed Everest wasn't home. Making the worry enough to look for him.

All the while a pyre was built for another soul.

Damian: Come on...

Movie: The climax rushed by as the fire burnt and a search party was launched. But when it was over all the sound stopped and a body was zipped into a bag. A family held eachother and cried. A serial child killer was put in handcuffs.

The worst part was how believable it was. Even Ina story of talking to ghosts and pranks the reality of these cases still exist.

But there are small blessings. As Ash cried in the dark a pair of arms wrapped around him and a wet nose pressed against his cheek. His two best friends were here and they all felt ready. It was time to see the other side now that they were together and not alone.

Dick: I am..not okay.

Barbra: I hate that I actually enjoyed that.

Bruce: *brooding*

Damian: I'm going to bed.(he didn't and went to check on his pets)

Jason: ...

Tim: I trusted you.

Danny: But it's a beautiful ending.

Tim: Okay yes but...still sad. They died!

Danny: But they are together. That's a happy ended. Not the happiest but it's not the end for them. Death is just a new chapter not a bad one.

Tim: You optimism scares me and it is unneeded in this family.

Danny: I'm family now~

Tim: You're mine at least.

A continuation of this

Danny: I got another movie for us!

Tim: Danny, I love you so much...but I can't take another sad movie.

Danny: But it's really good and it has a good ending.

Tim: Really?

Danny: It's about a boy and his dog. You see his dog dies-

Tim: Danny no.

Danny: Let me finish! The dog dies but meets another boy who's a ghost on the other side. It beautiful story about a dog who goes back and forth to keep his friend safe. The two boys become friends and unravel the truth behind the ghost boy's death. Come on Tim...I worked hard on this one.

Tim: Fine, but only if I can sucker everyone else to watch it with us.

(Danny doesn't consider death to be a sad part of a movie or a bad ending.)

[coupsctrl]

just you and me

genre: fluff

pairing(s): scoups x femreader

word count: 405

notes: aah hii! this is my first post on herree!! hope u enjoy :)

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It was a rainy night. You're cozied up on your boyfriends bed as you watch him play his video games. Times like this you are really grateful for him, it seems like he changed you for the better.

He's always so gentle with you, and doing subtle acts of service to show his love for you. Like moving your hair out of your face when you're eating, walking on the side closest to the road on the sidewalk, always having an arm around your waist or on your lower back at all times, and you're so grateful.

After a while of just watching him, more like admiring him, you decide to go up to him. He's very clearly focused on the game, so you try not to disturb him a lot.

You attempt to climb on his lap, but obviously, he notices.

"And what are you doing hm?" Cheol asks, with that stupid grin that made you fall in love with him.

"Sitting on your lap, was it not obvious?" You reply smiling warmly at him, and he chuckles silently.

"You bored, cherry?" He asks softly, moving a hair out of your face which makes you smile down at his wide eyes looking up at you.

"No," you shake your head "Just wanted to be closer to you."

He gummy smiles, putting his controller down on his desk as he holds your waist down onto him, looking up at you like you're the only thing in the world.

"You can keep playin-"

"I don't want to" He shakes his head.

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck as you hug him, feeling the warmth of his body now connected with yours.

He hugs you back, rubbing your back slowly & lovingly that you even shiver a little bit.

"What's the game you were playing? I haven't seen you play it before." You ask, pulling away from the hug & reaching to play with his brown fluffy hair.

He closes his eyes and hums in contentment for a moment before opening them & responding,

"The boys got it for me for my birthday, and i'm just now trying it out." He responds.

You nod. "You like it?"

He just looks up at you smiling as he nods. He mumbles a "yeah" as he cuddles more into you again, this time pulling you into a firmer hug.

And you just think to yourself,

"How did I get so lucky?"

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I hope you guys like this even just a little bit, let me know what you think!

[mhahaikyuus]

I have my reasons

tags:; : royal au, gojo x f!reader, fluff, childhood best friend gojo, gojo is deeply in love

wc:; 1k

a/n: I just wanted to post it's been a while bc school is whooping me DOWN. let me know if you like it and I can make it a series, hope you enjoy :)

Your corset was digging into your side as you shifted in your seat trying to subtly fix your dress. It was no use. Your maids painstakingly putting you in this elaborate outfit for today like a ornate China doll.

You sighed in acceptance at your view. The hot sun beating down on the crowds of the most elite in the country as they mingled on grassy fields. You fanned yourself with ornate flimsy fabric from the heat to no avail.

The emperor had announced a lively tournament to last as long as he saw fit since success from the war. 10 long years of conquering had finally come to an end. The clans all requested to join together to celebrate.

All the women in their best, made polite conversation an walked around the estate. The group of loud men cheering and belching their stories through tart wine and sudsy beer. The emperor boasting of his exploits and battle wounds surrounded by yes men, your own father included.

You were the daughter to the closest advisor and political genius of the emperor. Your father and the Emperor had been a pair since they were young themselves.

Now you were forced into a tight corset, flowy dress, pins sticking into your scalp the result of a elegant updo your maid, Helena had fixed.

You sat at the table of the emperor wishing to be anywhere else at the moment. You never enjoyed royal events since you were a child. You could think of 40 different better ways to spend your time than socializing with your so called peers. They were draining to deal with and you had to maintain polite composure.

"Hey...pstt."

You side eyed your best friend who was failing to be discrete in getting your attention, leaning towards you.

"What Toru?" You said to his wide blue eyes. His usually wild white hair combed down and he was wearing his colored glasses with traditional robes.

He smiled at finally getting your attention and your nickname for him, "How much longer?"

You let out a small laugh at his words leaning a bit to talk, "We're only on the third course." He was always impatient at these events.

He let out a small whine, dropping his head on the tablecloth. You nudged him with your leg to get him to stop. He huffed drawing himself up into sitting up.

"You know how Emperor Gojo is."

He rolled his eyes and almost slouched like a child, "My dad is so attention seeking, we get it."

You almost choked your drink at your best friend's words. He couldn't be serious.

"Yeah, it's a bad trait to have." You said to yourself with a laugh before taking a sip of wine.

Satoru and his father didn't get along great but there was no denying that he was the rightful heir. He was the chosen one, and a mirror image of the old emperor.

The party was getting rowdier as time went on. The royals taking advantage of the endless wine and beer. Singing and loud cheering as people socialized was getting to you. The loud noises hurting your ears slowly starting an ache in your temples. Your social battery was depleted.

"I'm about to leave." Gojo said suddenly turning to you in his seat. His leg jumping under the table. He was ready to make his exit.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, "Where?"

He shrugged and a loud cheer erupted on the other end of the table.

Gojo turned to the distracted crowd then back to you. His large hand slipping out the sleeve of his robe to hold your own. He grabbed your hand and began to pull you through the crowd. You stumbled getting up from the table.

"Toru, we can't just-" You protested but followed him his hand firmly gripping your own. He continued through the crowd as you gripped his hand firmly to keep from tripping over your dress.

"We just did." He said pulling you into a dark archway from the crowd.

This was a familiar area of the castle, since you two were children exploring different areas of the Gojo Estate. The area he pulled you into was not a well visited. Maids would use it occasionally if a room was blocked off as an alternative route.

Gojo's hand slipped from your own as you walked down the empty hallway. You let out a sigh of relief at the silence feeling your own head not beat in irritation. The only noise in the otherwise silent corridor were your heels clicking on the stone floor. You bunched up your layered dress and sat on the window's ledge.

Satoru watched you as you settled in, his hands in his robes as he leaned against the wall. He would rather spend time with you than anyone else.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." You said with a smile watching your feet dangle as they swung under you.

He returned a cute smile, "You were fading."

You shrugged, "Parties aren't my thing, Mr. Social." You teased wiggling your eyebrows at him.

Satoru could feel his face heat up at your words letting out a cough avoiding your eyes. You smiled at his red tinted cheeks.

Your best friend was the first born son of the biggest clan in your country. He was charming and wasn't bad looking. Of course he had his fun with women, taverns and brothels. You were more of the introverted side. Enjoying your time at the estate with books and music.

He rolled his eyes at your words, kicking the dirt under his feet before meeting your eyes. "Wasn't just for you ya know. I had my own reasons." Satoru replied simply.

You. He thought.

"What?" you asked, Satoru looked like he wanted to say something but was holding back.

"Nothing." He shrugged hopping up on the ledge next to you. His much longer legs crossing in front of him. Gojo's breath hitching every time he was able to smell your sweet perfume but you never noticed. You two enjoyed the silence sitting with each other.

"Lady Wu was-

"so drunk!" You finished for him and you two laughed gossiping about everyone in your own little world for the rest of the party.

[dsireland86]

Anonymous asked:

Can you do a little something about Bad omens, they are playing truth or dare and maybe Noah has to take a body shot off reader that leads to more? If you feel comfortable writing about it ofc! 🤍

So, stupid tumblr app decided to be dumb again and posted this story before it was finished, so I had to pull it and redo it. Also, it strayed from the original concept and plot, because this is what came to mind when I started writing. I'm sorry!!!!! Hope yall like the fixed version. It's a lot better and a little dirty. Sorry... my mind went too far with Noah body shots 🤯

Truth or Dare

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The music was too loud for Noah. He had a pounding headache and was exhausted from the six week run in the U.K they’d just got back from. Day's after returning home, the band's management team insisted on throwing a welcome home party to celebrate the biggest headliner the band had done to date and a number one single. So, he was playing nice and pretending he was enjoying the party. Noah hated it and he was miserable.

"Can you at least look like you're having a good time," Matt complained walking over to meet him. "He can't help it that he has a resting bitch face, Matt. Go easy on him." Noah scowled at Jolly, who just simply smiled. "I want to go home," Noah whined, falling down onto a nearby couch. "I feel you," Folio agreed, sitting down next to him. "Why did you agree to this, shit, Matt?" Noah pouted. "Hey my hands were tied, dude. I wasn't really given an option here. Believe me, I'd rather be somewhere else," "Yeah, like held up in his house watching Grey's Anatomy," Jolly chuckled, pulling his long hair back into a bun. "Don't be hating on my show," Matt muttered, checking his phone. "Great. I've got to go meet upper management. Fuck this shit," turning around and walking away as the others just stayed back, laughing.

Folio sat his beer down on the table and removed his hat to scratch his head. "Poor Matt. He suffers so much for us." "Yeah! He'd better. We make him a lot of money," Noah stated, crossing his arms.

Nicholas came walking over the couches, munching on a banana. The other three just stared at him.

"What the hell, Ruffilo?"

Nick looked over at Jolly. "What?" he shrugged.

"Where at a high class party with caviar and shit and all you can find to put in your mouth is a banana?" Jolly criticized.

"Yeah.Caviar is gross and nothing else looks good," staring at a group of giggling girls that walked by him. Nick just shook his head.

Noah laid his head back, pinching the bridge of his nose, when another group of girls came over to them, dressed as if they were looking to get some. Jolly's eyes widened and Folio just pulled his hat down a little lower.

"Excuse me, we need some help," one of the girls asked, her words partially slurring.

Noah raised his head, slowly, instantly regretting he did.

"Sure. What do you need," he replied, reluctantly.

The girls looked at one another, whispering in the other's ear and giggling.

"It's our friend's birthday, and we're trying to get her to do body shots by playing Truth or Dare, but she's refusing. So, we thought that if we could find some really hot guys, she'd change her mind."

Noah looked over at Jolly, begging him with his eyes to come help. Jolly just hid his grin and shook his head, no.

"I, uh, I don't think I'm qualified," "Do you have chest hair or anything around your belly button area?" one of the girls asked. "What! That’s random." "Lift your shirt up. Let me see," one of the girls ordered.

"No!" "Noah, stop being a pansy and just show the girl your chest. It won't kill you," Jolly blurted out, earning him a heated scowl from Noah. "Will you leave me alone if I do?" Noah fumed at the girl who was about to cause him to snap. "I don't know yet. Show me and I'll tell you."

Noah sighed heavily, lifting his shirt.

"I can't see. You have to lift it higher."

Noah growled, glaring over at Jolly who was fighting his laughter. 

"You're dead, Karlsson," Noah threatened.

Noah lifted a little higher, hating that he was degrading himself this way.

"You're perfect! Come with me," she ordered, grabbing Noah's hand and yanking him off the couch. She and her friend drug Noah behind them as he tried to fight the grip they had on him.

"Hey you two have let me go, like right now!" Noah demanded.

They led him to another part of the venue and into a room filled with more people and louder music that was about half the size as the one they'd just come from

When his eyes landed on her, Noah almost couldn't breathe. She was so damn pretty and had a smile that could soften even the hardest heart. She was wearing a cowboy hat and a sash that read "Birthday Girl," and the moment she turned and looked at him was the moment his life changed forever.

"We found one," the two girls that drug him over told her.

The girl looked from her friends around the table to Noah, obviously very confused.

"What are you talking about? Found one what?"

She shyly looked over at Noah and smiled.

"A fucking hot guy with tattoos that you can take your first body shot off of the next time you spin a dare."

The girl groaned and threw her hands over her face.

"No! Oh god, please tell me you didn't just go out there and hunt down some random guy to bring over here to play a stupid high school game!"

The two girls were about to protest, but Noah beat them to it.

"No! Actually, I wanted to come. They said it was your birthday, so I thought I'd come over and hang for a little bit."

The girls grew quiet, laughing amongst themselves.

"I'm Noah," he introduced himself, leaning in a lot closer than he meant to. He could smell her skin, the scent of rainwater bamboo engulfing his senses.

"Y/N," she replied. Noah smiled, and all Y/N could think was, "Oh shit."

Noah was hot. His lean frame, covered by a white hoodie, towered over her. She would’ve given anything to touch his body, to dig her nails into his flesh and grip the arms that would hold her down, and run her fingers through his short, anime style haircut. Looking down at his hands, Y/N noticed how big they were and the tattoos that were drawn over his skin. Telling from the ones on his neck, she assumed he had them in many other places too.

"Are you okay?"

Noah's deep voice pulled Y/N from her thoughts. She smiled, nodding her head.

"I'm fine, sorry."

Noah gave a gentle laugh.

"So, Truth or Dare and body shots, huh?"

Y/N groaned. "Shit. Please ignore my stupid friends, okay. I don't know what possessed them,"

"I think your friends are just trying to help you have a good birthday," Noah interrupted, trying to sound positive in hopes of getting what he was secretly yearning for.

Y/N raised an eyebrow

"Someone's being optimistic." "You don't think so?" "No," Y/N shook her head, looking over at the girls who had just taken shots of something. "They always have hidden motives."

Noah reached over and brushed her fingers with the tips of his, hoping to pull that beautiful smile out of her again. This behavior was totally out of character for him. Noah never allowed his feelings for someone he'd just met to affect him the way he was allowing them to right now, and it was only a matter of time before the girl in front of him said or did the wrong or right thing that would make him snap.

Y/N shivered the moment she turned and faced Noah. The heat that spilled from his gaze was enough for her to feel internally, forcing her to clench the muscles of her sex as her arousal soaked her panties.

"Hidden motives are a dangerous game to play," Noah pointed out, unable to look away from the heated look in Y/N's eyes that was causing his dick to harden the longer he continued staring. "It's better to just be truthfully honest and up front, if you don’t, don't you think?"

Y/N swallowed hard, a small smile twitching her lips.

"I do."

The tension between them was thick and sweet, like honey. They way she peered up at Noah through her lashes shot through him like a bullet headed straight for his semi-hard length.

"Hey! Are you playing?"

Noah and Y/N looked over at the table where a group of her friends were crowded, the one yelling at them holding an empty beer bottle. Y/N hesitated before looking at Noah.

"You really don't have to do this. I know this isn't the ideal situation for you, and you have no idea who any of these people are."

"I'll do it." "Really?" Y/N asked, surprised.

"Yeah. It's your birthday, and anything here has to be better than what I was having to suffer through over there,” flicking his head in the direction where he came from. 

Y/N gave Noah a small smile. "Okay, well, if you're sure." "I'm sure," Noah replied, giving Y/N a tight-lipped smile.

This group of friends was nothing like Noah's group of friends. He gave up drinking and the party life years ago, trading it in for video games, movies and anime nights with his friends. This wasn't his scene, and he was starting to believe it wasn't hers either. They watched the bottle spin over and over, going through four people before it was finally Y/N's turn. Praying hard for a miracle that it wouldn't land on a dare, she was severely disappointed when it did. But with only one look at Noah, her perspective changed quickly. Noah wasn't surprised when her friends dared her to take body shots off of him. It was the reason for the grin on his face. The first one that happened was awkward for him to do with everyone watching, but he kept his eyes on Y/N, doing his best to block everyone else out. Standing in front of her, wondering if their night together was really over that quickly, Noah acted on impulse and closed the slight gap between the two of them. Lifting Y/N's chin, his eyes darted between hers and he saw the very thing he was looking for flash across them.

"I can't believe you're letting me do this again," Y/N grinned, watching Noah remove his hoodie this time. "It's your birthday, Pretty Girl. Birthday girls always get what they want,” Noah stated, lying back on the two tables that had been pulled together.

With a bottle of tequila in one hand and a dish of limes in the other, Y/N sat them down on the table next to the salt. Noah kept his eyes locked on her, watching every expression her face made. Taking a risk, he reached over, underneath her mini skirt, and slid his hand between her things hearing the small, slight gasp that quickly turned into a whimper. Noah raised an eyebrow, clenching his jaw as his huge hand grasped the inside of her thigh tighter before moving a little further up. Y/N didn't stop him, but instead, moved closer to keep their moment more discreet.

"Your thighs are so fucking soft and warm," Noah praised. His big soft hand with their long fingers slowly ran up and down her skin, making her shiver. “I wonder what would happen if I did this,” brushing fingertips over her throbbing hearted sex.

The slight buck of her hips gave Noah the response he wanted. His infectious smile returned to his lips, making Y/N hungry to taste them.

"You're playing dangerously, Noah," Y/N warned.

"I asked you if you wanted to," he replied, lifting his shirt high enough for her to take her first shot. “So, are you?”

Y/N opened the tequila and slowly poured it into Noah's belly button, being as careful as she could be. Noah's stomach muscles flinched causing his skin to prickle and she wondered if it would have the same response if she were to go down on him right then. She wanted to find out, especially when she noticed how hard he was. It took a lot of restraint to not touch him

"See something you like?"

"I see a lot that I like," she grinned, taking a lime slice from the bowl and bringing it to Noah's lips.

His hand remained between her thighs, as he continued caressing her skin, slowly, giving Y/N a pleasured feeling that set her nerves on fire. She parted her legs a little more, giving Noah more access to her sweet spot.

"Open," she ordered and Noah obeyed, biting down gently on the green rind. Pushing his head to the side, Y/N poured the salt onto his painted skin and ran her tongue over it, over the faded green leaves that rested just below his jaw. It pulled a deep throated growl from Noah and clenched the inside of her thigh. Y/N moaned from the feeling, knowing fully well there would be a bruise there by morning. Quickly, with the salt still on her tongue, she moved to Noah's lower half, sucking the liquor straight from his navel until every bit of it was gone before moving to his mouth and taking the lime. Noah watched with lust filled eyes as she sucked the juice from the rind, tossing the table when she was finished.

"What?" Y/N asked, noticing the look on his face as she returned to her normal height. "Shit," Noah breathed, half-smiling. "I think that had to be one of the hottest things I've ever seen."

Y/N giggled.

"Well, it sounds like you haven't seen a lot." "Oh, I've seen plenty."

Noah moved his hand higher up her thigh, waiting for her to stop him, and when she didn't, he ran his fingers over her pussy.

"Your panties are moist, pretty girl. Do I make you wet?"

Y/N whimpered, biting her lower lip.

"What if I did this?" swiping over her clit. "Noah," she gasped, gripping the table.

Noah laughed, soft and low.

He sat up, throwing his legs over the side of the table, and pushed her panties to the side, pressing the pad of his finger lightly between her folds. He made a sound that was almost inhuman, swallowed up by the newfound warmth he'd discovered. His fingers rubbed gently at first, pulling tiny gasps from her lips as his tongue and teeth marked faint lines across her skin as he made his way towards the bottom of her throat.

"Damn, you're so fucking wet; so tight. God, baby. You're sweet little pussy feels so good," Noah muttered.

Y/N could hear the excitement and the tiny crack that followed in his voice. She sighed, closing her eyes and absorbing the feeling of Noah's sensual assaults inside her. She didn't care if this was wrong. She didn't care if people could see. All she cared about was if Noah was capable of making her cum.

Moaning the moment Noah slid two fingers up inside her, Y/N raised her head, looking up at him. Noah was gone, lost in the moment just as much as she was. He hummed, satisfied with the feeling of her tight pussy already clenching around his fingers that thrusted deeper and deeper each time feeding the array of quiet moans that escaped her lips the harder she worked herself against his hand.

"I want you to take another shot off me," Noah ordered.

"Mmm, I can't, not while your fucking me like this," Y/N protested, keeping her eyes locked on him.

"Yes you can. Just try it. You'll like it, I promise," Noah grinned.

Y/N's stomach fluttered as her heart beat faster. Doing what she was told, she salted his neck and instead of putting the tequila in his navel, she poured it into the small spot between the two bones at the bottom of his throat, right below his adam's apple. Noah slowed his movements as Y/N rose to the tips of her toes, licked the salt and lapped up the liquor, grabbing the lime from Noah's teeth.

"Fuck that's hot," he confessed, kissing her forehead. He could feel her legs trembling, her body starting to shake and even though she was making being a gentleman about the whole thing difficult, he refused to be apathetic.

"Come here," he whispered gently, returning to the soft thrusting of his fingers against her inner walls, taking his time to completely undo every tensed muscle in her body.

Y/N scooted closer, lifting on her toes to give more access and placing her hands on Noah's thighs for balance.He pulled her in and pushed her head down, allowing her to rest her forehead against his shoulder.

"Stay with me, baby. Keep your hands on me. I've got you," Noah encouraged her, wrapping his free arm around her and holding her as close as he could. Y/N gasped and moaned, clawing at the fabric beneath her hands as Noah took them to another dimension. They were no longer where they had been. They were somewhere else; just the two of them.

"Oh, god!" "God isn't here, pretty girl, I am. And it damn well better my name on those lips when you cum," Noah growled

He held Y/N to him with one arm while using his free hand to thrust up into her. Her back arched, and she allowed her head to fall back as Noah latched on to her throat. He bit down, sucking the saltiness of her skin off .

"Noah, this is dangerous. What if someone sees," Y/N panicked, making a poor attempt at getting out of Noah's grasps. "I don't fucking care if they do. I just want you, I need you to cum for me, baby. Give me the satisfaction of pushing you over the edge."

Y/N couldn't deny the hungry desire for her she saw in Noah's eyes. It was feral, and all she wanted to do was feed it. Pushing her hips forward, she gripped Noah's shoulders and worked her pussy against his hand, right before he slipped in a third finger. A low curse left her lips as she bit the lower one to cover a moan.

"You're going to cum for me, aren't you, pretty girl?"

Her pussy clenched around his fingers and soft whimpers replaced any words she wanted to say.

"God damn, yeah, that's, baby, ride my hand," Noah coaxed her, paying close attention to Y/N's body and the signs it was giving him. "You like that, don't you? You like me fucking your wet, needy cunt with my fingers like this, twisting them inside you. Tell me you do," he breathed, trying to ease the urgent need to cum himself "I do! Fuck, Noah, I shouldn't, but I do really like it."

Her abdomen was on fire, her head spinning from the overwhelming coiled tension building in her lower back. Her breathing was shallow as her quiet moans started to draw closer together, and her head fell back, closing her eyes. Noah wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, lifting her head.

"Eyes on my pretty girl. Watch me when you cum. I need to see the look in your eyes when you cum all over my hand," he ordered, breathing heavily.Y/N nodded "I can feel you squeezing my fingers," he whispered, ghosting his lips over hers. Y/N tilted her head in hopes of capturing them, but failed. "Noah, I'm about to cum!" she gasped once Noah found that spot."Right there?" "Mmm-hmm, don't stop, please don't stop!" "I won't as long as you keep your eyes on me," he promised. And she did.

Pressure built in Y/N's lower half, the ache strengthening with every thrust of Noah's fingers or the swipe of his thumb over her clit and in a matter of seconds her walls fluttered around his fingers, her climax reached its peak, and her orgasm crescendo throughout her entire body.

"Oh god, Noah," she cried into her hand before she collapsed onto his chest.

"There it is, that's a good girl. I can feel your cum dripping down my wrist, baby. Fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

Noah took a deep breath through his nose, trying to keep it together.

"I'm about to fucking cum!" he growled through gritted teeth.

Y/N wasted no time. Grabbing the front of Noah's pants and briefs, she pulled as Noah lifted his bottom and released enough of his thick, swollen cock right as the milky white liquid shot all down the front of her skirt. Noah groaned, resting his forehead against hers.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N," he swore over and over, chest rising and falling rapidly as he covered himself up, but Y/N was only laughing quietly.

"Don't be,' she replied breathlessly, looking into Noah's eyes. She pulled back and brushed the hair out of his eyes before kissing his forehead."We both got what we wanted."

Noah grinned. Reaching over, he grabbed the tequila, salt, and limes.

"What are you doing?" "It's my turn. Lay your head back," he commanded, and Y/N obeyed, feeling as if her heart was about to beat out of her chest.

Noah repeated the same steps as she did when taking the shot off of his neck and swallowed quickly, trailing his lips with a little bit of tongue up her neck, kissing as he went over her jawline and took the lime from her mouth. Y/N could only give small exasperated moans as her eyes met Noah's. They were dark, full of an eagerness for more.

"Yum," he smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Happy Birthday, pretty girl." Y/N just shook her head, smiling.

They found a bathroom where Noah was able to clean his happy accident off the front of Y/N's mini skirt. Neither one spoke, both of them either too embarrassed, ashamed, or sad from everything that had happened or was about to. Maybe it was all three. Walking around the corner of the bathrooms, Noah's phone vibrated. It was a text in the band's group chat asking where he was. He texted back that he was coming, then pocketed his phone.

"So, uh, thanks for the really awesome birthday gifts," Y/N teased.

Noah felt his ears and cheeks instantly heat up, forcing him to rub the back of his neck like he normally did when he got embarrassed.

"Yeah," he laughed, dropping his gaze to the floor.

"Seriously," reaching out and touching Noah’s arm, assuring him she was.

Noah locked eyes with Y/N, desperately aching to kiss her. She was so pretty, with a sweet smile and the kind of laugh he could get used to hearing a lot of. But deep down, he knew that wasn't going to happen

"I gotta go. Gotta get back to my friends..."

"Yeah," Y/N laughed nervously, "of course."

"Do, uh, is there any chance I could have your number?"

There was an awkward silence.

"Um, Noah, I,”

"Oh god, I'm sorry, you're don't, er, you're not, shit, never mind," Noah stuttered, apologizing quickly.

"No, no, it's not like that, it's not that I don't want to, it's just that, well, I just shouldn't," Y/N stated, peering up at him.

That's Noah realized, that was Y/N's way of letting him down gently. His pocket vibrated, saving his heart from realizing what his head had just figured out. Matt was freaking out. He really had to go, now.

"Right," he slowly nodded, suddenly feeling like the biggest fool around. "I'm gonna go. My band's about to receive some kind of an award, so I've got to hurry."

"Your band? Wait… what?"

"Yeah, anyway, it was really nice to meet you and I hope the rest of your birthday is great," he yelled, turning around and running in the opposite direction as Y/N called his name from behind him.

"Dude, where the fuck have you been?" Matt scolded.

"It's a long story. I'll tell you later."

"Hey," Jolly called, tapping Noah on the shoulder. "How did it go? Was the friend nice?"

Noah remained silent for a moment, wondering how to put into words all that had happened. There weren't enough and there never would be.

"Yeah," was all he could say with a smile. "She was pretty nice. It was fun, for the moment," shrugging his shoulders.

Jolly chuckled, patting his friend on the back as they followed Nick and Folio out to where their managers were standing. The guests cheered and whistled, cameras flashed, and hands were shaken as the guys were awarded and congratulated with a number one single award from one of the biggest music companies in the country. Noah looked out into the faces of all those cheering for him and his best friends, eyes stopping when they came in contact with a pair he recognized instantly.

Y/N's mouth was wide open as she stood in the crowd looking at the man whom she had just shared a very intimate moment with and nobody but the two of them knew. She was with somebody, making Noah's heart instantly fall into the pit of his stomach. He'd just fingerfucked some other guy's girl, making him feel low and dirty. The guy turned around, and Noah recognized him instantly. He was a friend in the business who worked for the record label. The guy looked from him to Y/N, and Noah watched as he gently shook her to get her attention. Reluctantly, Y/N tore her eyes away from Noah and exchanged a few words with the guy glancing at him one more time, before walking off with her face in her hands. His friend shrugged, waving to Noah, before turning to follow after Y/N. Noah smiled softly to himself, knowing it wasn't going to be the last he’d ever see her again. 

[murderbot-moodboard]

As a queer person (I'm a not-quite-out-yet asexual lesbian), I'm hoping the Murderbot fandom doesn't cut off our nose to spite our face with regard to the TV show. Alexander Skarsgård is an ally to LGBTQ+ people and POC, and if we're not going to have a queer POC actor portraying Murderbot, I don't think we could have a better actor than Skarsgård to do it. Recent US politics has shown that bigotry is alive and well, in large part thanks to decades of targeted propaganda against BIPOC and LGBTQ+ people (shoutout to Annalee Newitz's book Stories Are Weapons, can recommend). Who better to help fight for us than a straight white "masculine" man who is happy to portray a nonbinary character with it/its pronouns, alongside a talented cast of BIPOC? Changing the world happens slowly, and in these polarized times we need all the allies we've got.

[xaeoism]

LOVE ON THE CLOCK! ✧ A scaramouche x gn! reader short series

The current day is : DAY 1 - Cold chisel in hand

Your eyebrows are drawn together, arms crossed as you glare at your phone with looks that could kill. It sits on the wooden table in front of you, turned off and silenced to prevent the ringer from sounding for the nth time today from a certain someone's constant messaging.

However, silencing it doesn't stop the phone from vibrating on the table when another message is sent out to you. You stare at the device with a questionable look, before your arm slowly reaches out towards it. You hope it's from your parents, or maybe a friend, asking you out tonight so you have an excuse but when you turn on the phone, the message you received was from none other than Scaramouche.

You let out a sigh of defeat, coming to accept the fact that whatever happened the previous day was in fact, reality. Just as you were about to press onto his last message to give him a reply, a call comes through, his contact name displayed in bold letters. Just how impatient can this man be?, you think to yourself, clicking your tongue in annoyance before answering his call.

"Were you deliberately ignoring my messages? Or were you just waiting to hear me recite the message with my actual voice?", he snapped, irritation coating his words.

"Don't flatter yourself, if you hadn't been so impatient as to call, you would've gotten a response from me in that same minute.", you retorted.

"Don't try to act all smart right now, you had from the morning until the early evening to reply to one of my many messages."

"Can I not have a life? Must I be there at your beck and call every moment? If that's the case then I'm sorry my dear sir Scaramouche, I'll be sure to adhere to your every demand like a dog from now onwards."

You hear a grumble on the other end before his voice fills your head again, "Look I've got no time for your childish antics, we had an agreement yesterday and you will see through it with your utmost effort. The restaurant is the Sapphire Soirée and the reservation is under Kunikuzushi at 7."

"Childish?! You had better take your words back or your humongous ego will be the only thing you're eating dinner with-!", you shout angrily before he ended the call, leaving you scowling at your lock screen.

So, the Sapphire Soirée, hm? Didn't take him as one that dines at such fancy restaurants, you thought while noting the time, pushing yourself off the chair to start getting prepared to meet him later.

The restaurant exudes pure extravagance, with an atmosphere steeped luxury. It's floors and seats are draped with plush royal blue velvet, creating an atmosphere of opulence. Hanging above, golden chandeliers cast their warm, radiant glow, their intricate details shimmering in the light. The ceiling is decorated with delicate gold accents to match the chandelier's brilliance, adding onto the grandeur of the place.

You slowly make your way to the main counter, admiring the restaurant's magnificence as you do so.

"Hello, do you have a reservation or will you be needing a table tonight?", the employee asks with a cheery smile.

"Oh, I have a table under Scara- I mean under Kunikuzushi.", you correct yourself.

The worker checks the reservation list for a second before directing you to a private room. When they close the door behind you, the atmosphere immediately changes, now that it was just you and him alone. You take slow steps towards the empty seat directly facing him, unsure if coming down here was a good idea.

"Are you going to seat, or do you want me to help you with that?", Scaramouche asks with an eyebrow raised, to which you glare at him while sliding into the cushioned chair.

You both look at different parts of the room, unsure of how to start a conversation.

"You look nice?", you start off, stealing quick glances at his attire for the day. He is unimpressed at your words, perching his head on his palm as he looks at you and scoffs, "Are you asking me a question or are you complimenting me?"

You sigh heavily, calming yourself down before you start again making sure to emphasize the fact that it was a statement, "You look nice today."

"And won't you tell me something I don't already know?", Scaramouche taunts, the corner of his lips curling upwards. You frown at his smile, "You really are an egotistical, infuriating man." He snickers at your insult, reaching for the menu to start ordering.

Once the food arrives, you start to dig in, having not had eaten any lunch that day from waking up late. When a fork drops a piece of steak on your plate, you halt your actions to look up at Scaramouche cutting his food into thin slices before eating them.

He doesn't meet your gaze as he goes in for another piece, "What are you looking for? Eat up, you look starved."

You look back at the meat, gently poking it before bringing it to your mouth to eat it. "The meat was really nice, thanks Scaramouche." He hums at your thanks.

"Is there any place you'd like to go?", he asks, his eyes half-lidded as they look up, awaiting your response. A moment of silence passes through before you reply with a no.

"Need I remind you of the rules that came with this agreement? Here I am, patiently getting to know you yet you refuse to put in some effort of your own."

You sigh a little before giving in, "I guess I'm sightly interested in what the nearby amusement park has to offer?"

"See? Saying that from the start wouldn't have been so hard would it now?", he says, rolling his eyes at you.

You caught the eye roll and the two of you immediately start another bicker again.

The evening stretched out longer than you expected, as had this outing you went on with him. Your many conversations had their ups and downs — mostly your dry responses and his somewhat playful teasings, but they never felt forced upon you.

When you return to your seat, you realized that your dishes have all been cleared, save for a delectable looking dessert sits in front of you. You look at him, then the dessert, then back at him with squinted eyes. "What's this?"

"It's your dessert, quit staring and eat it before it melts."

"I didn't even mention what I liked.", you muttered under your breath but his choice wasn't wrong, in fact, he had managed to pick out your favourite flavour of dessert.

"You didn't have to, your keychain there answered that."

Attentive, are we?, you thought to yourself, a spoonful of the dessert already in your mouth. You take note of how he doesn't have a dessert himself, and before you knew it, your hand had scooped a generous amount of your confection, and held it right in front of his face.

"And what, pray tell, are you doing?", he asks, a frown plastered on his face as he looks at the sugary treat in repulsion.

"I'm not sure, but won't you just eat it?" You push the spoon closer to him.

"I'm not a fan of sweets, take it away from me.", he grimaces, he could tell from a glance that a lot of sugar went into the dessert.

You fake a sigh before teasing him, "Here I am, trying to improve our relationship, yet you refuse to put in some effort of your own."

He glowers at your words. How dare you use his own words against him? He clicks his tongue in annoyance before he reluctantly eats the dessert.

You prop your head on your other arm, giving him a bright smile as you watch his face contort from the sweetness of the treat. "How is it?"

Anger was evident on his flawless features when he looked up to meet your smile. "Disgustingly sweet."

Your smile stretches further across your face before laughter spills out from your lips at his incensed expression. Scaramouche glares at first, irritation flickering in his eyes, but then — perhaps against his better judgement — a small chuckle escapes him. The sound was soft, nearing reluctant, but soon his mirth overtook his irate mood.

You open your eyes at the sound of his laughter, the genuineness of his laughter and smile, paired with the warm glow that lit up the side of his face by the chandelier above made him look all the more beautiful.

"You should smile and laugh more, Scaramouche. It'll make you look more approachable to the people that want to get to know you.", you drawled, admiring his looks.

He then spoke in a low, soothing tone, "And after experiencing it first-hand, do you not want to get to know me more?"

You give him a half-hearted glare, surely he knew how you felt about this pact you both made.

"Anyways, calling me Scaramouche everytime feels as though there's a great distance between us. You can call me Kunikuzushi, or Kuni, for short instead."

"Kuni? Ku-ni.", you murmur under your breath, feeling how his name rolls off your tongue like silk.

As you were thinking of his name, you looked outside the window, the sky matched the description of a black velvet curtain at that time, with stars studded all over it. "It's getting fairly late, I'll get the bill so we can leave.", your eyes never leaving the window as you spoke.

"You're right that it's late, do you need a ride home?", he asks, concerned about your well-being.

"It's alright, I'll hail for a taxi. You can head home straight."

"Alright.", he concedes, standing to grab his coat. "Also, don't worry about the bill, I've paid it while you were away just now."

"Oh, how much was my part? I'll pay for it.", you inquired, to which he ignored, promptly walking out of the room towards the entrance of the restaurant.

You chase after him, and asked more forcefully, "Hey, how much was my part? I'd like to not be indebted to you again."

He turns back with an unreadable grin on his face. Then, he leans in, his voice dropping to something nearly intimate.

"If you want to pay me back so badly," he murmurs, "just make sure you get home safe, alright?"

He steps onto the curb, an arm raised to waive down the next taxi that comes. As the vehicle slows down to a stop, he turns to you, his expression unreadable as he opens the door with ease.

"See you tomorrow.", he says, his voice smooth, carrying an undertone of something unspoken.

"Yeah.. see you.", you hesitantly respond, slowly nodding along.

With that, you slip inside. Before Scaramouche steps back from the taxi, he tilts his head down to meet you with his eyes narrowed.

"Don't be late tomorrow, I'd hate to have to drag you down myself."

The door clicks shut after he closes it, and you're left to your own thoughts. Don't be late? Are we really heading for the amusement park tomorrow?, you think to yourself. As the taxi drives off, you catch a glimpse of Scaramouche standing there, watching as you drive off into the night.

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Synopsis : When a man that helped you before comes up in with a proposal, can you refuse? It involves 5 days of him trying to win you over — whether through cunning tricks or genuine moments shared on dates and excursions. You're sure that you won't fall, that in 5 days, you'll get your ordinary life back. But how strong is your will to resist him?

[vnfadinglight]

Let me propose to you another (not really fun) way to look at ACoTaR as a series.

Firstly, forget that it's a romance. It's not anymore. Horror would be a better description.

Secondly, make few assumptions:

1) The way Feyre tricked Tarquins's mental walls to let her through and change his way of thinking without him realising? Rhysand is daemati of over 500 years, he knows it and USES IT freely.

2) Rhys lies, including to Feyre, when it suits his narrative.

3) One thing he didn't lie about? He believes mating bonds exist to produce the strongest offspring. He sees himself as the strongest High Lord so a child he would have with his mate would be even stronger than him and that is his goal.

The whole idea is sounds quite anti-Rhysand but I think it makes him way interesting of a character.

Instead of a romance we see a story of a girl being slowly manipulated to break up with her (now) ex, isolating from any support outside NC, losing own beliefs and personality and being used by a guy and believing that it was HER IDEA.

Let's go book by book

About ACOTAR

Rhys mentioned that he had dreams about Feyre hunting and he went to Calanmai to see her. Assuming that he didn't lie to her this time we can guess that he suspected a mating bond before it snapped UTM. So he went there to see his mate - someone he needs for his offspring.

Then we have all of Tamlin's storyline. But instead of focusing it on romance with Feyre let's focus it on 50 years this man spent sending his own people to slaughter. Amarantha's curse is basically psychology torture for this man whose only fault was that he didn't want her. But when he thought that all hope had died, Feyre showed up and he chosen HER over whatever Amarantha was doing to him UTM and was planning to do.

UTM happens. In there Rhysand:

Forces Feyre into a pact where she has to see him regularly, in his place, unattended

Uses his daemati powers to have her drink wine

SA her. For what reason (other than his own gratification) I don't know. He claims he wanted to provoke Tamlin to kill Amarantha but imo he would just rovoke Tamlin to kill him instead. How does it count against Amarantha? Never mind, figured it out. See later.

Don't remember if it happened in ACoTaR or later, but Rhys lies about taking away Claire's pain to make himself look better. He doesn't do it when Feyre's in labour pain, that's for sure.

Blames Tamlin for "not getting Feyre out of UTM when he had a chance". But Tamlin did - he send her back to human lands just before 50 years was over. She come back to save him anyway. He tries to paint himself as opposition to Tamlin with clear distinction of who "the real bad guy is". He basically wants to put that thought in Feyre's head.

About ACOMAF

I don't remember this book as well as the others but there are few key points.

Feyre is forced to learn how to write and read using this silly "Rhysand is the most handsome High Lord" lines. How many times do you have to write it for it to stick in your mind?

Also, while Rhys is teaching Feyre Mind Shielding he has a full and unrestricted access to her head. He KNOWS that she is afraid of closed spaces. He also knows that after all those weeks of him SAing her UTM, Tamlin is absolutely paranoid about about Feyre spending any amount of time with Rhysand. As you would be. Add to it that Tamlin seen her DYING IN HORRIBLE PAIN (were was your power to take away the pain again, Rhysand?) and I'm amazed that he didn't lock her in her bedroom earlier.

So what if... That trouble on the border that Tamlin was tending to when he locked Feyre... Was all Rhysand's doing?

I could keep going like this but I have stuff to do.

It just explains so many weird behaviours in the series. HL meeting? He used his powers to placate them.

[joudeq]

kento x reader

~ cornball

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modern au : nerd!nanami x reader

tags : fluff / AWFUL jokes / hes a silly nerd / TW: exams / modern au / jjk / kento x reader (not gender specific) / oneshot

a/n : just a short nanami drabble bc i love him hes such a stupid loser

context : hes your nerdy roommate and you're both studying for upcoming finals, you find yourself overwhelmed with the workload and he tries cheering you up

ALSO 8 followers i love u guys

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The low hum of your desk lamp filled the otherwise quiet room. The exam was just a couple of days away, and the tension was eating away at you. You had been studying for hours, your brain already tired of trying to memorize everything. Each sentence on the page started to blur together, and you found yourself thinking more about how much you wanted a break than the material in front of you.

Nanami, on the other hand, was the picture of composure. He sat across the room, as usual, his posture straight and his focus unwavering. You could hear the sound of his pen scratching across the paper, making meticulous notes in the margins of his textbook.

You tried to focus on your own work, but it was useless. Your mind kept wandering. Finally, you couldn't take it any longer. You let out an exasperated sigh, slumping down in your chair.

"I'm going to fail," you mumbled, rubbing your eyes in frustration. "I can't do this. There's s no way."

He glanced up from his work, his usual calm and composed expression softened by a hint of concern. "You're fine," he said gently. "You've been studying for weeks. You'll be ready."

You groaned again, feeling the weight of your anxiety pressing down on you. "It just doesn't feel like enough. I can't focus. My brain is mush after digesting that much chemistry at once!"

He set his textbook aside and stood up slowly, walking toward you. He was always so composed, like the world was always under control. But tonight, something about the way he looked at you made him seem a little unsure, even bashful.

"I think you need a break," Nanami said, his voice unusually soft. "Maybe... maybe I could tell you a joke? That might help, right?"

You raised an eyebrow, unsure if he was serious. Nanami? Kento Nanami? Telling a joke? You could never imagine him doing such a thing. His usual serious, no-nonsense demeanor didn't exactly scream 'comedian.'

"You?" you asked, almost teasing. "You want to tell me a joke?"

He shifted awkwardly, his face turning a faint pink, and you could tell that this was definitely not his comfort zone. "Well, I thought It might make you feel better?"

You sat up straighter in your chair, genuinely curious now. You didn't expect your roommate to go for something like this. "Alright, I'm all ears," you said with a genuine smile, even though it was a little teasing.

Nanami cleared his throat, straightening up and pushing up his glasses as though he were about to deliver some profound piece of wisdom. There was a nervous energy about him, and you could see the awkwardness in the way he held his hands at his sides. "Okay, here goes. It's a simple one, don't get your hopes up." he muttered.

You waited expectantly, trying to hold back a smile.

"Why don't skeletons fight each other?" he asked, the serious tone in his voice making it sound like this was a big deal.

You blinked at him, confused but intrigued. "Uh,why?"

And without missing a beat, Nanami hesitated for just a moment, then nervously blurted out:

"Because they don't have the guts."

....

A long silence followed. Nanami's gaze flickered to the floor, looking extremely uncomfortable as he waited for a response. You froze for a moment, processing the full weight of the corny joke. You stared at him, and he was just standing there, his cheeks lightly flushed, clearly waiting for you to either laugh or tell him how terrible it was.

You couldn't t help it. The awkwardness of it all was too much. You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach as you practically collapsed onto the desk.

"Oh my god, Nanami," you gasped between giggles. "That was...That was so bad!"

Nanami's face turned a deep red, and he immediately looked away, a little embarrassed. "I thought it might help - you know, make you smile," he stammered, scratching the back of his neck. "It was a good joke, right? I mean - it's classic humor," he looked at you then, his eyes sparkling as if he was seeking your approval, a small smile curling the corners of his lips as he watched you laugh.

You wiped away a tear from the corner of your eye, still chuckling. "It was so bad that it was hilarious. I'm literally dying here."

Nanami shuffled awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond. He had always been so calm, so serious, but seeing him this flustered made him even more endearing. He cleared his throat again, still trying to regain his usual cool. "It was just a joke," he muttered, his hands still slightly trembling. "I thought I'd lighten the mood."

You straightened up, finally able to control your laughter, and gave him a softer smile. "You definitely lightened the mood. In a very unique way."

He rubbed the back of his neck, still flushed but also looking a bit relieved that you weren't somehow upset. "I shall try harder next time. Maybe I'll work on my material."

You smiled at him, feeling your nerves ease a little. "Nah, you're good. You've definitely earned a break for the night. But next time, maybe leave the dad jokes for another day, okay?"

He raised an eyebrow at you, a little embarrassed but also clearly pleased to have made you laugh, even if in the most awkward way possible. "I'll take your criticism as a compliment."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through you, It was the way he had stepped out of his comfort zone just to make you feel better, to bring some levity into your stressful night.

Suddenly, the tension in your shoulders seemed to ease, and you realized that for the first time tonight, you were genuinely at ease. Nanami had managed to make you forget about the looming exam, if only for a moment. And in that moment, everything else felt a little less important.

You paused for a moment, looking at him with a soft smile. The warmth in his expression was enough to make your heart flutter, and without thinking, you stepped forward and gently kissed his cheek, your lips lingering for just a second.

Nanami froze for a moment, his face going beet red. "W-What was that for?" he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

You smiled at him, feeling a rush of affection as you took a step back. "For making me laugh," you said softly, your eyes lingering on his flustered face. "You're a good guy, Nanami."

He blinked, still processing the kiss, and you could see the tips of his ears turning red. "Oh, um.. thank you," he mumbled, his usual stoic nature failing him for a moment.

The awkward tension in the air was gone, replaced with the comfortable silence between you two. You both knew that the exam was still there, looming over your heads, but for a little while, it didn't matter.

Well, not until you opened the exam paper in front of you the next day.

Sheesh, you seriously should've studied for this.

[pagelets]

Rumors- C.S

Synopsis: when a romantic trip to the mountains gets a little tense because of a dating rumor. Inspired by this song.

Word count: 2.3k

Disclaimer: showering together, lots of touching, doesn't have smut but I don't think it's completely sfw (tbh idk haha).

Notes: Hi, guys! This lil idea popped in my head and I couldn't help but write it hehe. Also, reader has curly hair cause I forgot to take my delulu pills in the morning haha if your hair isn't curly just pretend it's so you can enjoy the story (honestly doesn't actually change anything).

It's the end of January. Lunar New Year holiday. The weather is still cold, and there's nothing better than spending this time in a warm cabin in the middle of the snow with the love of your life. Soobin has wanted to ski in the snow for a while now, and being able to take you with him feels like a dream.

He walks through the soft snow, leaving footprints behind. It’s freezing, and even with warm clothes, he feels his muscles stiffening, his cheeks reddening, and the hairs on his body bristling. He quickens his pace toward the cabin he rented for you both to spend a few days in, kicking off his boots at lightning speed the moment he reaches the porch.

In an instant, he's inside the house. It's silent except for the soft hum of the heater in the background. He takes a deep breath, the warmth of the room soothing his lungs, and his body, rigid from the cold, finally relaxes. He removes his winter jacket and walks through the house, looking for you. The wooden floor creaks slightly under his steps.

As he approaches the shared bedroom, the distant sound of water hitting the porcelain shower floor grows louder. He grips the doorknob and hears your sweet voice humming Heaven on the other side. He smiles— you’re his biggest fan. So he opens the door slowly, the fruity scent of your shampoo filling the air. He inhales deeply, hoping to intoxicate himself with your scent. You don't notice when he steps inside the bathroom. He finds it amusing. So he simply crosses his arms and leans against the marble sink, watching you with curious eyes.

When you turn to grab your toothbrush from the sink and find Soobin standing there with a goofy grin, you jump, startled, "Ah! Damn it! You scared me! How long have you been there?" "Long enough to enjoy your little performance" "Ah… that was nothing...". He grins, "I think it was adorable". He heard you sing before, but his words still make you blush. Embarrassed, you look down at your feet and change the subject, "Why did you leave so early?" "I went to buy food" "Why? I could cook for us" "I know, and I love your cooking, but I wanted to surprise you since you always cook for me. But… well… I didn't have the courage to give you anything I made myself", you laugh, "So you bought it instead?" "Yeah, but it’s a surprise. Spoiler alert, it's something you really like", he says, his voice is low like a whisper. You smile, "You're adorable" "No, you are", he replies, a bit shyly.

You observe him— he looks so good in long sleeve shirts with his long hair cascading down his shoulders, "Hey, Binnie", your voice is soft, almost sensual, "Hum?" "You're cold. Come warm up", his lips part slightly in surprise, "How do you know I'm cold?". You giggle and point to your nose, right at the tip. He mimics your gesture, trying to understand what you mean, until a lightbulb pops above his head, "Ah! My nose is red, isn't it?". You nod, laughing, he's so cute.

But he's not just cute, you know that. You've been beneath his bare body before, feeling the heat of his skin, experiencing how his raw masculinity turns you inside out just to put you back together again. And you see it now as he undresses before your eyes— first, the black long sleeve shirt, revealing his lean torso, his defined abdomen, almost as if sculpted by a renaissance artist. Then, the black sweatpants, followed by his boxers, which hide the very cause of your ruin.

You step aside as he enters the shower. The two of you stand under the cascade of hot water amidst the steam, just looking at each other. He swallows hard. Soobin has seen you naked countless times, but every time feels like the first— he’s mesmerized by your curves, every inch of you. And then, his body panics. His throat tightens, his stomach flutters, and his heart skips beats. Nerves take over.

You’re too perfect.

You laugh because the water makes his bangs fall over his eyes, "What is it?" "Your bangs", he blinks, unable to see anything. Running his fingers through his hair, he pushes it back. You look at him as if he were the Monalisa, mesmerized, barely believing he’s real, "I like it when you wear your hair up" "Really?", he smirks, stepping closer, "I should wear it like this more often, then. Since you like it so much". This time, you swallow hard. His voice is lower, more sensual, and he’s so close you can feel the heat of his body even with the hot water pouring down both of you.

The atmosphere in the bathroom grows heavy, the tension between you is almost palpable, like if you don't touch each other soon, everything around you will explode. Slowly, your hands brush his shoulders, running downward on his abdomen, timidly exploring every part of him. Even though you know his body by heart, every new touch teaches you something new— a new sensitive spot, a new place that makes him shiver.

He watches you without blinking, your touch sending waves of electricity and oxytocin coursing through his veins. Then, he touches you too. His hands move from your back to your breasts, squeezing gently, fingers brushing your nipples in slow, circular motions. You shudder, your breathing grows heavier, so heavy he can hear it. Then, his hands settle on your waist, gripping firmly, pulling you even closer, your bare bodies pressing against each other, warmth flowing through your skin.

Slowly, he leans in, lowering his head, his lips brushing yours. He murmurs, a smirk on his face, "You know… I would’ve joined you even if I wasn’t cold". You smile against his lips, and then he claims them in a warm, slow, mindful kiss— tasting every inch of your mouth, sensual and deliberate. There’s nothing cute about the way he holds you in his arms at this moment.

Your heavy breath blends with his, your hands gripping the back of his neck to keep your legs from giving out under the overwhelming rush of dopamine flooding in your veins. You feel his heart pounding hard against yours, his hands now sliding from your waist to your ass, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. You giggle. He pulls away, laughing with you before resting his forehead against yours.

He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply—your scent, your presence. You don’t need to take it further. Not every act of intimacy is defined by sex. Sometimes, a touch, a kiss, a single word is enough. Being close to him is enough for you.

After a few more minutes in the shower, you both decide to eat before his stomach growls loud enough to shake the mountains. He dries off and gets dressed quickly before his phone starts ringing:

‘Manager'

He frowns. He’s on vacation— with you. There’s no way they’re trying to burden him with work right now. He ignores it and turns his attention back to you, drying your hair with a towel, you look so beautiful in his oversized shirt. His phone buzzes again, he checks the screen:

'Manager'

“Shit", he mutters, "What is it, Binnie?” “My manager keeps calling me" "Then answer it", you say nonchalantly. He looks at you like you just said the most absurd thing in the world, "What?” “I’m on vacation with the love of my life. I’m not answering anything work related”. You laugh, he overreacts so easily, “Then just send him a text" “Why?” “So he knows you’re unavailable for the next 5 days”. He looks at his phone, then at you, “Well… only because you asked".

You smile, satisfied, and continue drying your hair. Soobin opens his messaging app, there's at least a hundred unread messages. His fault for keeping notifications off when he travels. He clicks on his manager’s chat— twenty messages asking him to call back. He exhales sharply.

Choi Soobin: ‘I’m unavailable for work matters. Please take that into consideration'

It takes less than a minute for a reply to pop up:

Manager: ‘Just look at this and tell me it’s not true'

He sends a link to a popular Korean gossip magazine, “What is this?”, Soobin mutters. His jaw drops as his eyes scan the headline:

‘TXT MEMBER CHOI SOOBIN RUMORED TO BE DATING ADULT FILM STAR'

Imediately, a lump forms in his throat. It’s almost funny how stupid it is, yet just the thought of you reading and believing it sends chills down his spine. He quickly replies to his manager.

Choi Soobin: 'Of course it is not! I don’t even know who this woman is'

Manager: 'Thank God. We’ll sort this out as soon as possible and make those responsible pay'

Choi Soobin: 'I don’t care about the money. Just make sure the truth is known'

Manager: 'I'll handle it'

Soobin locks his phone, his heart in his throat, and looks at you. You’re fixing your curls, first brushing through them to form ribbons, then scrunching them with your hands. He loves this little ritual of yours— the way you take care of yourself, the way you embrace yourself as you are.

He steps closer and hugs you from behind, burying his face in the curve of your neck and taking a deep breath. Your hair cream smells like watermelon, "I want to eat your hair". He looks at you through the mirror, your eyes meet and you know something is wrong, “What did he tell you? Do they already want to take you away from me?” “No. They don’t”.

He knows you trust him, and if he says it’s not true, you’ll believe him. But the people who spread dating rumors about idols are skilled at making nonexistent evidence look completely real. He fears you’ll find out— not because he lacks trust in you, but because he’s terrified of losing you. He can’t imagine a life without you. At the same time, he knows that if you go online, see the headline and realize he knew but didn’t tell you, then he’d really be at risk of losing you.

So he decides to ignore the tingling anxiety in his stomach and begins to speak. "Apparently, there’s a new dating rumor". You look away, stopping your hair routine. You swallow hard, not because you fear betrayal, but because you fear ruining his career. The thought of everything he worked so hard to build crumbling because of you is terrifying. "About… you and me?", you ask, your voice unsteady. Against your back, you feel his heart pounding like crazy, “N-no. It’s about me and an actress. A porn…”, he wants to tell you, but his voice falters. Still, you already know what he was going to say.

Your eyes widen and meet his in the mirror. Tears roll down Soobin’s face, "Y-you… you know it’s not true", he sobs, "Yn, I would never…”, he can’t speak anymore, fear grips every fiber of his being. You turn to face him but he drops to his knees, burying his face in your belly, soaking the hem of the shirt you’re wearing. You know it’s not true. The Choi Soobin you know would never do something like that. Even so, you let him have a moment to process the shock.

You run your fingers through his hair, holding him against you, "Hey, it’s okay," your voice is calm and sweet. He looks up at you, his face red, his eyes still teary, "Come here", you call him. He stands with your help, his body still trembling, "These people don’t even know you well enough to make a plausible rumor”, your voice carries a hint of amusement. He chuckles, though his voice is still hoarse, "I know". You wipe his tears, holding his face in your hands, "It’s okay. I know I’m the only one in your life" "Yes", he nods quickly, repeatedly, "The only one. Today and for the rest of my life". You smile, "I love you, Soobinnie" "I love you too, Yn. So much".

He seals the moment with a kiss. He tastes the salt of his own tears spilling from his eyes again. It breaks your heart to see what some people put him through. He pulls back slowly and wipes his face, "Don’t cry, baby. You are going to be okay" "As long as you’re by my side, I will. Please, stay with me for forever". He looks down and takes your hand, "Be my Mrs. Choi". This time, you are the one crying, but differently from soobin, your tears are out of happiness, "I can't imagine myself not being your Mrs. Choi". He smiles and presses a kiss to your hand— right where your ring will be.

At night, you both fulfill another dream: skiing together. You’re standing at the top of the mountain, the snow creating a white blanket covering everything below. You’re both terrified, "So… who’s going first?", you ask, trying to mask your nervousness, "I think the saying goes, ‘ladies first" "But the groom walks down the aisle first". Groom. Soobin is your fiancé now. It’s surreal to think about it, "BUT before being a groom, I’m a gentleman. So, I insist, you go first".

You roll your eyes and put on your ski goggles, "Fine. Pussy" "Hey! I’m not...". But you’re no longer listening. You’re already sliding down the mountain, skis on your feet. The wind rushes against your face, but the sensation is freeing, "YN! SLOW DOWN!", you hear Soobin shouting from behind, but you ignore him.

The speed is thrilling but you’re forced to stop when you see a child in your path. You brake, sliding until you fall into the snow like a sled. From a distance, Soobin sees you with your face buried in the snow and hurries over, worried, "Yn, Yn! Are you okay?". You hear the concern in his voice, but you’re laughing, "I’m fine! That was fun" "Thank God". He places a hand on his chest, relieved.

You take advantage of his lowered guard and pull him into the snow. You make snow angels together, laughing, enjoying each other’s company.

You know this man is yours.

And he knows you are his.

No rumor could ever make you both doubt that.

[taruruchi]

Making plans for valentine's drawings as if christmas has already passed

[buttercup-art]

hey

[indigo6f00ff]

i think what's been putting me off of digital art for a while is that the way i was doing it just took like too long and was too tedious for my brain to want to focus on so i'm trying out New Ways Of Doing Things that have similar results to my old style (imo) and this is a result of Practice Arting. anyway here's the guy with the same name as the character from cloudy with a chance of meatballs

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i will always think of myself as the one who brought russ fully into your life via argent and it makes me feel like i've done something good!

SOOOOOO GOOOOOOOOOOD omg, honestly this was the best thing that has happened to me within probably in the last decade, i am always forever grateful to you for this. i rank it up there with other important lifechanging events like when i stopped living with my dad.

whenever i think of the ways russ has really helped me and continues to help me, i also think about you. if you hadn't shown me argent, none of this would be a thing, at least not to this extent. i don't know how this year would have gone without him, but i'm positive it wouldn't have been anywhere near as good for me as it has been, thanks to you.

plus with this happening, it helps me remember that people sharing things they like with other people is a good thing, whether it's hit or miss, they like it or not, doesn't matter, because something like this can happen and change somebody's whole world around. all it could take is one link sent to the right person. and even if it doesn't do that, it's just fun to share things if they're interested in exploring it because i know it's fun for me when i'm sent stuff.

still trying to get through my problem of feeling like i can't talk about my interests much or at all in direct conversations, but thinking about all of this helps.

[blackjackkent]

Slowly discovering the freeing power of the words "I know this is bad but I'll fix it in editing."

[yangjeongin]

i asked my manager if i can work part time and she's going to talk to our boss this afternoon to ask him please pray 4 me i need to work less than 40 hours a week so bad i am withering away bro

[sinnettini]

past 1.30am and i can't sleep... but like i'm thinking that i almost survived this year. almost made it. so close