#I was wondering why one of the cashiers was looking at me funny

[prolibytherium]

Accidentally went out in public and did several errands with a rainbow dog collar on I'm going to kill myself.

[skymar13]

Bakusquad jealous? What? Definitely.

: idk what to put this under

Bakusquad being the most jealous ppl

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Bakugo

Bakugo never had a reason to be jealous of anyone. He was a power house in every subject : smarts, strength, and definitely looks. So why did he get so anxious and annoyed when he sees dunce face flirting you up? You weren’t even dating so why did he feel so off about you giving someone else attention?

It was a simple conversation between you can kaminari. You were talking about your match from the sports festival where you had completely crushed him in a matter of seconds. But when you look across the table you see bakugo looking like he has to take a fat shit. When he looks up your eyes meet, he start walking over to where you and Kami are letting out a gruff “Let’s go. Meet me at ground beta in 5” he left you with no room for argument so you say your goodbyes to kaminari and do as you were told. When you arrive bakugos already there starting his warm up. You do a couple of stretches before you begin your spar. Usually bakugo would hold back but he’d never tell you that. But today was not like that. The punches were connecting and you ended up on the floor with him hovering over you. Before you can push him off he leans in close to your face looking into your eyes. You were speechless wondering his next move. “Why were you talking to dunce face?” He said out of nowhere pushing himself off of you pulling you to your feet expecting an answer. “We went over our fight from the festival” you said with a questioning gaze “then he didn’t need to be giving you so many compliments. ‘You were smoking’ ‘you are so strong and talented’ ‘I’m glad it was you I lost to’” he said mimicking Kami’s voice making you chuckle “you jealous?” You said snickering making him furrow his brows “what the hell no ofc not” he looked away before continuing “I just want you to be mine Goddamnit, I’m the only one who can compliment you like that. Not dunce face not anyone else just me”

I don’t think he even realizes he’s jealous but when he does he’s not going to overreact until it’s just you two. Esp if you aren’t dating.

Kirishima

Kiri had never been a jealous person sure he had his insecurities but he trusted you and trusted that you’d love him and him alone. So why did the cashier flirting with you make him so damn mad?

You were giggling as if the guy handing you your ice cream was the funniest person ever. He’d made a couple of jokes about the flavor you’d chosen it was barely worth a smirk so why were you laughing so damn hard? Kirishima side eyed you and the cashier before paying slapping the money on the counter not even bothering to collect his change pulling you by your hand out of the shop. You had questioned his actions but assumed he wanted to continue yalls date asap. You had started talking about another subject but quickly noticed his uncharacteristically sour mood. “What’s wrong with you?” You said poking his shoulder jokingly. “ why’d you laugh so hard at his jokes huh? Really was it that funny?” he said looking at the floor in that moment you realized that he was jealous but his jokes weren’t what made you laugh. “He had a booger hanging from his nose it was hard not to giggle so I used his jokes to cover it. I thought you’d notice too!” You said chuckling but in reality kiri refused to look the guy in the face. “What? I embarrassed myself.” He said before pulling you into his side messed up your hair and laughing when you shoved him off

He’s not going to have an insane reaction but he will act on it because why wouldn’t he? He’s calm but also heated!

Kaminari

Kaminari has always been a flirt. It was unintentional at most times. So why did he feel so icky whenever a guy did the same to you?

You had been walking down town when one of those interview podcasters came up to you and your boyfriend. He complimented your outfit and your hair and your makeup and your perfume. “You’re doing too much” Denki said with a dull gaze making the guy stutter over his words. He quickly began doing the same thing he was before with all the compliments and he lost it. “Stop recording this is done” he said covering the camera looking the guy in his eyes “but we still need a couple more shots the cameras about to die man we can’t start on someone new!” The man said in retaliation making Denki feel worse than he already was he used his electricity to charge it “there happy?” He said sarcastically before grabbing your hand and dragging you away

Kami would def do smth about it. And he’s not afraid to say something either just because that’s who he is if he can speak up to bakugo he can speak up to a “nobody”

Sero

Sero hated when you trained with other people. But he knew it wasn’t good for either of you to solely train with each other bc not every villain would have the others quirk.

When he walked into ground beta he was surprised to see that you were already there, hiding in an alley way of one of the fake buildings trying to fix a piece of gear that had been broken. He waves over to you and you put your finger to your lips with a harsh glare. He wondered who you were training with and why you hadn’t told him before hand when he asked you to train with him. Soon the answer to his question arrives as Monomas booming voice is heard from a building behind him. Using your own quirk against you to jump down to where you had been. “I quit monoma my shooters are lodged and they’re tightening around my wrists and it hurts” you said banging your support item against the wall to get it un stuck “okay guess 1A ISNT ALL THAT ITS CRACKED UP TO B-“ “shut it” was the last thing you said before walking over to sero planting a kiss on his cheek but you notice his sharp glare and scrunched up nose barely reciprocating your kiss placing a barely noticeable peck to your cheek. “Why’re you so grumpy Hanta?” You said finally freeing your hand “why didn’t you tell me you were training, especially with monoma, I hate that guy” he responded as you guys walked out to campus “well I knew you’d be all..silly about it” you said lacing your fingers noticing the way his face contorts even more “but it was wrong of me to do that and I should’ve considered how you’d feel but I know how you feel about training with other people.” You quickly let out “fine your apology is accepted but only because I’m hungry and you’re paying” he said looking down/up at you with a smile.

He’s a jealous person but he definitely understands and doesn’t over react. Does love the affection you give him afterwards though. He won’t take advantage of it though….right?

Mina

Being a girl in a wlw relationship was so hard. Especially when adding other girl friends into the mix. Close friends that sometimes tipped Mina’s scale from bestfriend behavior to down right flirting.

All the 1A girls decided to have a sleep over in hagakures room. It was a fun night of face masks, nail painting, gossip and flirting? Mina sat across from you and Ururaka as you two talked about everything and anything. This was fine she knew how close the two of you were until she saw the way Ururaka cuffed your cheek wiping off some crumbs from your face. Strike 1. Later on in the night when everyone decided it’d be nice to do each others hair and makeup the first person to volunteer to do yours was Ururaka. She was doing your eyeliner and couldn’t get you close enough so she half way straddled your waist before quickly moving off once she was done. Strike 2. When everyone decided it’d had began to wind down they put on a movie you were sandwiched on the floor between Mina on your right and Ururaka on your left. Ururaka lifted her arm up leaving it hanging on the bed above your shoulder you hadn’t even noticed in all honesty but Mina did. Strike 3. Luckily by now everyone had gone to sleep except the three of you. “What’s your deal Ururaka?” Mina whispered harshly looking over your shoulder to her “what?” Ururaka said confused even you through a worried glance at Mina “you’ve been all up on [name] all night” she said getting up from her spot you quickly following behind as she left the dorm room quietly closing the door “you okay Mina?” “Are you okay? Why’re you letting her get all over you like that?” She said pink cheeks turning into a deep red as she crossed her arms “wdym?” You said scratching the back of your neck “you can have friends but I don’t want them touching you cupping your face straddling you arm on your shoulder?? Those are all moves being put on you.” She looking into your face she knew you didn’t see it that way but she still confided it. “Okay I can be more aware of that” you said cupping her cheeks as she moved her face over to kiss your lips “thank you” she whispered noses touching

Definitely reacts a lot like Denki and will say smth. She knows her worth and she trusts you but when it happened too many times she’s not afraid to speak up and won’t cause a fight about it..

Jirou

She knows there is no way in hell you’d leave her for Mineta so why do his constant comments rile her up so much?

Everybody was siting in the common area. You and Jirou were sitting on a couch you in jirous lap as you scrolled on TikTok. You had the bliss of being unaware of the conversation Denki and Mineta were having, but she didn’t. They were in the kitchen loudly making themselves a snack when out of nowhere Mineta says “I really wish [name] wasn’t [sexuality] she’s so hot. Boobs galore. Jirous a lucky woman to get that all to herself she’s greedy” face red about to cream his pants “Mineta dude no.” Denki said disappointedly hurrying out of the kitchen area to play Mario kart. Jirous face quickly contorts into a look of disgust and anger. You felt her stiffen and when you looked over to her it was a face you’d grown too know very well her jealous face. “What happened?” You whispered curling into her more “Mineta happened” she said through gritted teeth looking down at you you licked your head up smooching her lips with a giggle “leave him he’s gonna die a virgin” she laughed at that laying her chin on your head wrapping her arms tightly around you “yeah”.

She’s a very jealous person but honestly poor baby just needs reassurance. Plus she knows you and that you would never want to hurt her.

[saerins]

─── 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 1.6k

notes: this man is taking over my life >:( if anyone knows how to get over him pls let me know i hate him <3

summary: nothing’s necessary except his talent in soccer, until you appeared. and now, he’s got a new challenge.

itoshi sae is great with soccer—anything that involves him on the pitch, he’ll ace it. he excels at everything he learns on the field, easy as pie.

he’s never really bothered to try to be good at anything else.

as his girlfriend, you know this. you’ve seen him perform and it makes you wonder why someone like him is even with you.

but that makes it especially funny in times like this, when you see him staring at his laundry in shock because his whites turned pink.

“what the fuck?” he’s mumbling to himself, and you’re trying not to snicker from his living room, pressing your lips together.

it’s also funny when you hear him groaning from the kitchen, making you switch your camera off as you play hooky from your lecture and tiptoe out to see what happened.

you wonder how much you’d get if you photographed him right now, staring panickedly at his frying pan, his grilled chicken burnt to a crisp.

sometimes you can’t hold in your laughter, like right now, and sae whips his head around to glare at you.

“you know, i can cook dinner if you want,” you offer him.

sae scoffs, waving you away, “i can do it. just go back to your lecture.”

he’s stubborn, and you think that’s adorable, so you leave him to it.

you ate very tough skinless chicken that night. you told him it’s not bad, just to spare his feelings.

“you’re really quite hopeless with all of this,” you mumble absentmindedly as you look at your white dress shirt, a hole in the shoulder blade.

“shut up, i’ll get you a new one,” sae grumbles, grabbing it from you and tossing it in the bin.

it’s really quite cute how he tries to help with your chores, especially when he found out how swamped you are with finals and your part-time job as a receptionist at a big shot law firm. sae can be thoughtful when he tries to be.

sure, he ends up being more trouble than help, but you’re kind of entertained by his fuck ups so you let him be. it’s part of his many charms; he is an absolute beast on the field, but he’s like a child outside of it. he’s grumpy and stubborn and such a baby. you’re wondering if he can ever live alone because of it.

“here, wear mine,” sae says, offering you his white button down shirt instead.

you weren’t exactly living together, but you stay over sometimes, and most times he’s the one staying over, only because your apartment is more well-equipped for day to day life.

and by that you mean that, at the very least, your fridge is well stocked, vegetables and meat and whatnot, and you have detergents and bathing necessities and everything a guest could possibly need.

meanwhile, even if sae’s apartment is ten times more beautiful and luxurious than yours, his fridge is empty because he always orders takeout without you around, and he only has just enough supplies for himself. which isn’t a crime, but obviously he hasn’t had much of his past girlfriends staying over because he got stressed that one time he had to buy you pads and tampons.

you smile to yourself when you remember how panicked he was while he was at the feminine care aisle in the supermarket, rambling on and on about how people are staring at him because he kept taking all the different brands because he doesn’t know what the fuck you like.

he ended up giving up and getting one of each, and you’re greeted by one of his fanpages on instagram posting about it, a sighting by one of their followers coupled with a picture of sae trying to hide in the hood of his jacket, face beet red while the cashier processed his entire basket of tampons.

now his house has a whole year’s worth of tampon supply.

that was also the night where everyone found out he had a girlfriend.

“you wanna head out for dinner later?” you ask him as you button up his shirt on yourself.

sae drags his eyes over your body. you look good in his shirt, he should let you wear his stuff more often. but you turn his way and he averts his gaze just in time.

“sure, you end at 8?”

you nod.

“fine, i’ll pick you up later,” sae says and shoos you out the door. he glances at the clock on your wall.

3pm. he has about four hours to settle this.

you find sae parked outside the lobby when you end your shift.

“have fun with your dreamy boyfriend,” the other receptionist coos, shooting you a knowing look before she walks off with a wink.

you bid her goodbye and then turn your attention back to your boyfriend, who’s so busy with his phone that he doesn’t even notice you coming.

if someone were to tell the old you that you and sae would turn out to be lovers in the future, you’d have laughed your ass off. he used to be nothing more than someone you used to watch at soccer matches, just some guy who seemed to live in such a different world than yours that you never imagined you’d ever get together with him.

who knew that a single conversation you had with him at the age of seventeen could’ve spurred you to where you are now, age twenty-one and still very much in love with each other?

maybe you should’ve flirted with sae sooner. maybe you should’ve annoyed the shit out of him and made him notice you more before that night.

but you’re not complaining—you’re happy with where you are right now.

you’re getting good grades at school, your employers are very satisfied with you and would offer you a permanent position there any time, and you have a wonderful boyfriend, even if he is surly and inexpressive most of the time.

“hey there,” you greet as you get into his car, and sae gets spooked so much he drops his phone on the ground. again, one of his many charming qualities. you note how he hates horror, the complete opposite of his brother.

sae’s ears turn red from embarrassment, but he picks his phone off the ground and drives off, a hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on your thigh.

“were you busy earlier?” you ask sae once you’re both halfway into dinner, suddenly remembering how he chased you out of the house.

sae cocks his brow, “not really, just had a meeting.”

“oh, with who?”

you’re wondering whether it was with his manager, maybe there’s more sponsorship deals for him. or maybe it was with his coach, about soccer stuff you wouldn’t understand.

“your parents,” he says, so nonchalantly you almost think he’s kidding.

“wait, baby what?”

sae’s eyes flick up from his dinner to you, long lashes framing those pretty teal eyes. his hair looks so soft you kind of want to run your hands through them, but you tell yourself to focus now.

“they just wanted to talk to me because i sent them an alarming text,” he says, not so helpfully because he doesn’t elaborate further. plus, the fact that his face is as stoic as ever doesn’t alleviate your worries that it’s something bad.

“what did you tell them?”

sae’s expression doesn’t change. “secret.”

“babe, you’re killing me.”

sae sighs, his hand in yours as the both of you walk back to your apartment. “the last thing i would do is kill you,” he says, fumbling for his copy of the keys to your apartment. “who’s gonna do my laundry for me then?”

you slap him on his arm, getting to hear him snicker for the first time tonight. he unlocks your door and lets you walk in first, and the moment you do, you’re frozen in position.

there’s rose petals on the floor, scattered around the living room. there’s photos hanging off of delicately strung ropes, all photos of you and sae. photos of the both of you the first time you spoke on the pitch, photos of you meeting his parents and brother, photos of your first couples trip to europe. your coffee table has become a makeshift photo spread, even more photos spread out on it.

“w-what’s all this?” it comes out as a whisper, but sae hears you.

you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, a pair of lips pressing a kiss onto your temple. “i love you, y/n,” he whispers, and you think you’re dreaming because he rarely ever says it, he’s more the kind of person that shows it.

but in this moment, it’s both. and you’re overwhelmed, in a good way.

itoshi sae is great with soccer, and he’s never felt the need to even try and be good at anything else. but not now, not anymore.

when you turn around, sae is on one knee, a beautiful bright diamond ring sitting in a velvet box on his palm.

“marry me, y/n,” sae asks, in a very sae-like manner. like he knows your answer and he’s cutting to the chase.

you tell him yes anyway, because there’s no way you’d ever say no.

that night as the both of you lay in your bed, nervous fingers twiddling with each other’s, each of you looking into the other’s eyes, sae’s decided on his life mission.

sure, he’s probably a pain in your ass when it comes to household chores. but he’ll learn. he’s also probably insufferable when he’s being stubborn, but he’d never want to be someone else’s problem.

for you, he’d do anything. for you, he’d put everything else second. for you, he’s going to be the best husband there ever was.

[ghostssweetgirl]

Hello, I hope you are well. 141 men+Konig and Roach.Alex. How do they react when they accidentally see female reader in the city for the first time? And just like that. The reader is shopping at a grocery store. And men do not know her. because they never saw the reader's face. but the reader recognizes them because she has seen their faces before and the reader says. What's up? (name) I'll send you a photo of the reader's gaze. so the reader works on the same team as them but right now it's a free day

Have a nice day :)

Hey there! I really like this request <3

TF141 + König + Roach + Alex Reacting to Seeing the Reader's Face (in public)

warnings: cursing, other than that, none. they think you're pretty 😍

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Simon happened to be shopping in your town. No, he didn't do it on purpose. It was just on his way home.

You were shopping as well. You lived in a big city, so it wasn't unusual for you to be unmasked when doing your business. No one here knew you. You were on the pet food aisle, glancing over the ingredients of a specific brand until you suddenly felt a familiar presence walking by along the outside of the aisle. You look to your side and... spot Ghost.

Why was he here? Not like, why was he shopping, but why would he come to your city? It was too many people for his liking.

You watch him walk by, he doesn't give you a second glance as he goes about his business.

You set the bag of food down as you abandon your cart, walking fast to catch up to him. "Ghost!"

He heard a familiar voice call behind him, but as he turned around, he didn't know who he was looking at and how they knew his callsign. "What's up?" you asked, tilting your head at him. He stopped in his tracks, looking you up and down. "Bloody hell are you?"

You nervously laughed. "Y/N...?"

He was in disbelief. Wow, you were quite beautiful. He didn't think you'd be ugly, but my goodness, he was swept off his feet. "Fuckin' hell, kid," he rasped, chuckling nervously, you could tell.

"Sorry, I forgot you've never seen my face."

"Forgot to warn me you were quite stunning, too, darlin'."

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish

He heard about this big grocery store from a friend, deciding to check it out. It was also the one you were at, trying to find some new clothes.

In your own little world, you weren't paying attention to the fact you were absent-mindedly taking over the aisle as you were folding a shirt back up.

"Excuse me," a voice called from behind you.

"Sorry," you muttered, moving out of the way. The man gave you a polite smile, and as you made eye contact, your pupils dilated, recognizing your teammate, Soap. "What's up?" you asked.

"Oh, jus' shoppin', nothin' much." You looked into his cart, curious. Some beer, socks, small food items. Also hygiene products. He watched you nose into what he's buying, wondering who the hell this random (pretty) lady is.

You stifle a laugh, looking at the soap in his cart. "Soap." He shook his head, softly chuckling. "Wha's so funny about that?"

You teased him. "Soap! For Soap... Come on, do you not get it?"

For a minute, he recognized the voice but couldn't put two and two together. Wondered if you were who he thought you were.

After awkward staring, you throw your arms up playfully. "Soap! You must not... recognize me...?" "Y/N...?" you continued.

He just figured it out, the way you emphasized his name. "Y/N... Shite, yer... beautiful," he muttered. "Didn't think I'd ever see your face, lass."

Captain 'John' Price

He was just leaving, checking out with his cart full of his selected items. Damn this long line, he'd be here a while.

You were walking in with an empty cart, eyes glued to the front of you. Wanting to get in, and get out. You take notice of the long line. Sighing in annoyance, you go about your business.

You make your way up to the front, expecting the line to have made progress. Nope, still long. Some person had 3 full carts, and was giving one of the cashiers a hard time. Not to mention it was one of the rush hours of business. You look around to see a bunch of grumpy, tired faces. It was all just regular people, until you saw your captain. You smiled, hesitant to say hi to him, not wanting to be a bother.

"Hey, Captain Price!" you sang. He fixed his gaze onto you precisely, questionably. "What's up?"

He met you halfway in between the queues. "How in the bloody hell do you know who I am?" his voice was low.

"Because... I'm in the task force, silly," you laughed. "Y/N."

"Oh," he said plainly, his body visibly relieved. "Well, kid. Near freaked me out, some pretty lady knowin' my rank."

"Sorry," you blushed. "I'll leave you be, then? See you at work."

"Nice to see ya, y/n," his bright blue eyes beamed as they crinkled from his wide smile.

You were nearly finished up shopping, when you walked next to Gaz.

You didn't notice him at first, but when you did, he smiled at you with a polite nod as if you were a stranger.

You smiled back. "What's up, Garrick?"

He squinted his eyes at you, wondering how he knew you.

"I'm sorry, remind me of who you are?"

"Y/N, silly," you quipped.

"Oh," he sighed, looking over the features of your face. "Nice seein' you without the mask."

You almost blush, reaching up to soothe your unmasked face. "Thanks. Definitely didn't expect to see you... here."

"It was just on my way."

"Yeah, well, I hope you're enjoying your time off," you smiled.

"You, too, y/n," he smiled back, walking off but making sure to get one last look at you before you walked off, memorizing your face.

König

It's been such a long day already, and here you were stuck at a busy grocery store in your city. You usually stopped by here every so often, but didn't think the store would be busy when you came here today.

You were pretty much just looking at useless stuff at this point, to pass time by as the queues were not moving. You sigh as you grew tired of looking at this nonsense. Seeing some queues move, you finally hopped in one. You were in a hurry, and that was obvious, but so was someone else.

You almost bumped carts with this man, and before you go to apologize, you hear his thick German accent being the first one to apologize profusely. "I... am so sorry! You go ahead, ma'am," he muttered.

"König! I am so sorry!" you giggled. "I was in a hurry, I didn't see you there! What's up?" He stuttered, hands nearly shaking at you knowing his name. "I... was just shopping here."

"Are... you okay?"

"Ja... yes, I just... sorry, I don't think I know you..."

"Y/N! I don't have my mask on..." you rubbed your cheek. "Sorry to confuse you."

He was taken aback by how beautiful you were. He was already an anxious man, finally being able to put a voice to a very pretty face felt quite nice, but finding out just how gorgeous you were was making his heart slam against his ribcage.

"I-sorry," you could hear his nervousness, it was admittedly very cute. "You are very pretty, Maus."

Roach

You had gone to the store to get some alcohol, it was one of your days off and you wanted to enjoy yourself.

You went to the aisle, and started browsing.

You grabbed a few bottles of wine, and an extra bottle of liquor for another day and started walking out of the aisle to leave.

Until someone came around the corner.

You smiled as you spotted your teammate, Roach.

"Roach! Hey, what's up?"

He made eye contact with you, and you could tell he was confused.

"Sorry, do I know you?"

"It's Y/N! Sorry, don't have my mask on," you apologized, blushing.

"Oh. I was wondering how some beautiful woman knew me," he laughed. "It's nice to see you."

"Thanks, Roach," you smirked. You bid your goodbyes as you walked off, not seeing him look back at you once more.

You were stumped on a product, deciding if you should buy it. You started looking around for products that seemed popular, and went with the correct brand.

You were on your way to the front, when you spotted someone you knew. Alex. He was either in a hurry, or just wanted to get to where he was going, but you followed him.

You about lost him, but finally caught up.

"Alex! Hey!"

He looked around at a few people before he looked at you.

"What's up?" you smiled at him.

He stammered his words. "Hi. Who're you? How do I know you?"

You laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes. "Y/N."

"Damn, nice to see your face, lil lady," he chuckled, eyes wide at your beauty.

"Aw, thanks," you replied. "Enjoying your time off?"

"You know it." You both did some small talk before you had to make your way out. You waved goodbye at him, and he returned it with a polite smile, watching you as you walked away.

"Damn, she's beautiful," he whispered under his breath.

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A/N - Hope this was good! I've never written for Roach or Alex, so I don't know if I wrote them out well, but thank you for this request and sorry it took a while to get finished! <3

[heartfullofleeches]

Lmfao honestly lawyer darling and V would just be do funny. Reader would just be panicking wondering how they're gonna defeat this man against 100+ charges towards him 😭

Get this bitch an aspirin and a vacation anywhere that gets them a million away from this rat-

Reader: Okay, so - you say the man you hired to run over the victim was a cashier at a convention store about a block away from your home. With no surveillance cameras in the area and you discussing everything in person right now it's his word against yours. If you say absolutely nothing when you're called on maybe we can get you out of here-

V: ....has anybody ever told you how amazing your ass looks in that suit?

Reader, kneeling: Vince - please listen to me this one time. Your parent's money can only get you so far in life

V: Sorry - I kinda stopped paying attention after you got on your knees

Reader: Why did I become a lawyer....

V: If you're looking to change career paths I already have a maid outfit in your size. Fair wairing - it might be tight in some areas...

Reader: Vince, if you do not shut your mouth I'm going to be the one on trial.

[sugusearrings]

( ‘ better .’ ) You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? Cause I am. You keep my hand around your neck, we connect, are you feeling it now? I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. I got so high the other night, I swear to God, felt my feet lift the ground. Oh yeah, Your back against the wall This is all you’ve been talking about In my ears Nothing feels better than this.

— summary: gojo satoru is living a life nobody knows about. not even his two bestfriends. he wants you (fem!reader) all to himself. — genre: super fluff but the end :( — playing: better by khalid — note(s): this song reminds me of gojo so much just being happy and living his life. daddy gojo needs a happy ending and come home already! 😭 but i'm so so sorry for the end please forgive me. very brief mention of smut though. might be some spelling errors, kind of tired and lazy to do rn sorry. — word count: 3k

Satoru Gojo is the strongest sorcerer alive.

He is the honored one.

He is gifted with the Six eyes.

And he is one cocky motherfucker. He always knew about the power he contained which did give him an ego boost. Nobody can tell him otherwise, he is the strongest and honored one.

Many would wonder who would put up with Satoru and his egoistic attitude? Underneath it he is very caring of everyone and he can be funny too. Sometimes. Or at least Shoko and Suguru would say. But they did enjoy their snowy color hair friend and of course he loved his two closest friends.

It was just another day of Gojo bragging how he conquered today’s mission. Shoko was texting on her phone while Suguru was ordering a coffee at the cafe they stopped at because Gojo was whining and pleading to go there since last week. Gojo stopped rambling as his perfect shade of blue eyes looked through the glass of the treats they had on display. Suguru noticed his friend eyeing all the sweets. He knew where this was going.

“Are you really going to waste money on all those sweets, Satoru?” Suguru asked, taking a sip of his coffee. Gojo looked over at the raven hair boy and grinned. It was like he read his mind.

“And why wouldn’t I? Shouldn’t the strongest get a reward?”

That’s when he heard it. He heard a gentle giggle coming from inside. The cafe was small so it didn’t take long for Gojo to see you with your group of friends. He saw the group wearing the same school uniform so it was obvious you all went together. He wasn’t sure if you were giggling at him or with your friends.

But it caught his attention.

He was so caught up staring at you he didn’t even hear the cashier trying to get his attention so they could take his order. He waved them off before making his way over to you.

“That was bold of him.”

Shoko said, reaching to grab Suguru’s coffee for a sip. Suguru nodded. He was taken aback by Gojo's sudden action. His dark hues watched as his best friend brought a chair to sit at your table to talk to you. He noticed the faint blush on your cheeks as you laughed at one of his corny jokes.

“Very bold.” Suguru smiled at Satoru coming back towards them with a cheesy grin on his face.

“Not only am I the strongest and honored one, I am the most handsome.” He announced proudly.

“Is that so Satoru?” He chuckled while taking his coffee back from Shoko. Gojo nodded, getting back on line.

“Very much so, Sugu!”

The two boys looked over seeing you shyly wave at Satoru before leaving the cafe. “She thinks I’m very handsome.” He winked at Suguru then turned to wave goodbye to you.

“She probably said that so you can leave her alone.” Shoko chimed in. Suguru chuckled watching Satoru pout like the brat he is.

“Oh yeah? Then why would she give me this?”

Satoru proudly showed your name on a napkin along with your number. Shoko took it to examine it while Suguru’s bangs draped over her head as he leaned over to read. They were pretty shocked his corny lines actually worked.

“Maybe she’s desperate.” Shoko mumbled. Satoru gasped dramatically, holding his chest with his hand.

“Hey!”

“Name..is very pretty. But she’s definitely a non-sorcerer. Maybe she does actually like you, Toru.” Suguru smiled. Satoru was still pouting, and took out his yellow flip phone. “I’ll text, name right now!”

Satoru grumbled. He glanced over to see his slice of strawberry cake ready to be eaten. He handed the cashier his card and grabbed the bag.

A whole day passed and Satoru received no text back. Of course his friends teased him about how you gave him a fake number. He started to lose some hope. Maybe his friends were right. Maybe you gave him the wrong number just so he can leave you alone. It kind of hurt but he wasn’t going to tell Shoko and Suguru that. He really thought you two hit it off the other day.

Satoru was actually in his dorm just laying on his bed in the dark. He was actually nodding off into a nap when he heard his phone buzz. He groaned quietly, reaching over for it. He assumed it was Suguru texting him to ask where he was. But when he saw an unfamiliar number he furrowed his white brows. He opened the text.

hey satoru. it’s me, name.

He quickly sat up and sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes widening and his heartbeat stops. You actually text him.

heyyy name. wat’s up?

Was that too basic? Was that too dry? Shit. Why did he reply so fast?! Now he looks desperate.

Another buzz.

i’m good! srry i didn’t reply yesterday, i got caught up studying and ended up passing out with my book on my chest.

Satoru chuckled lightly, imagining you so tired you slept with the book in hand.

u probably looked so cute like that.

Buzz.

oh please lol

no seriously! but don’t study too hard, don’t want you too tired you’ll forget about lil old me

i’m sure it’ll be hard to forget someone like you, satoru.

He smiled down at his small screen reading over that text.

You confirmed to Gojo that you were a non-sorcerer without even saying it.

You went to regular school and had a pretty normal life. You were raised by a single mother who works in a hospital as a nurse. You had a younger sibling who was in grade school. You hated math but really loved literature. You wanted to be a teacher not so much a nurse because you saw the long hours your mother worked. She didn’t have too much time for you or your sibling so most of the responsibilities were left on you. Your favorite color was blue ( of course he made a joke it was your favorite now because of his eyes - he might be right on that but you didn’t tell him that ). You also had such a sweet tooth.

Gojo decided not to tell his best friends about you replying to him. Maybe it was selfish of him to keep them out of it, but he just didn’t correct them when they asked about you again. Soon it was forgotten and nobody brought you up. Gojo also kept it to himself of his power, him being a sorcerer. He just told you he went to a good private school. Lucky for him, you didn’t ask any follow up questions.

Whenever he had a long mission and it would be hard to text you back, he would just say he was studying for an upcoming exam. You were very understanding because you were going through the same thing. But when Gojo did come home, he would call you.

You two would speak on the phone for hours. He liked the sound of your voice. He liked the silence you two would share on the phone. It could be a whole hour of silence and he was content just hearing you hum a little tune or curse under your breath while you were looking for something you misplaced. Gojo would fall asleep to the sound of your voice late at night. You would tell him goodnight before you went to sleep yourself. Being with you, Satoru was not the strongest.

He was not the honored one

He didn’t need his Six eyes.

He was just Satoru Gojo.

When Gojo didn’t have missions, that’s when you two spent time together. You two would flip a coin to see if you were going to one of his favorite restaurants or one of your favorite museums. The day would always end at the cafe where you two met. You two would share a slice of strawberry cake and each would take a turn eating the strawberry on top. But Satoru would always pretend he would forget whose turn it was and would let you eat it.

When you graduated school, you did invite him to the ceremony. You swore you didn’t see him in the crowd. But he was there, cheering your name so loud it caused you to flush and get a little embarrassed. After the ceremony, Gojo hung out with your family and they adored him. Your sibling thought he was so funny and your mother couldn’t get over how charming he was.

When it was time for him to go, you walked him downstairs. You insist you would walk him to the bus but Gojo rejected the offer. He didn’t want you walking back by yourself.

“Thank you for coming, Satoru. It means so much to me.”

You told him with a smile looking up at him. Gojo felt his throat drying up and his palms becoming sweaty. He bit down his lip feeling his heart race picking up. You noticed he was awfully quiet. You furrowed your brows. “Toru?”

Gojo leaned down to press his lips against yours. You froze up a bit before you could react, Gojo pulled away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry I-I just couldn’t…I-...fuck!” He yelled, grabbing the bridge of his nose dropping his head. You stood frozen not even noticing him having a melt down. When you finally snapped out of it you saw the dark red on his cheeks with a frown. “I-I didn’t mean to cross the boundaries like that honestly, name. I won't ever do it aga –”

You pulled the collar of his jacket down enough so you can kiss him back. His eyes widened behind his sunglasses. He reacted faster than you did, he placed his hand on your cheek and began to kiss you back.

So you two began to date once the summer began. Did much change between you and Gojo? Not really. Your mother and friends were surprised you two just now became a couple. They just assumed you two were already dating.

He was just a lot more affectionate. He would hold your hand anywhere you two went. He would kiss you while waiting to cross the street or hold you from behind. Gojo would take pictures of you or the two of you whenever he could. When he would pick you up he would have a gift or flowers. Most of the time it was both.

He was the perfect boyfriend. Your friends loved him so much he was always invited when you guys would hang out. Even girls night, they would invite Gojo. They love when he would come for karaoke especially.

Gojo liked this life he had on the side and didn’t have to share it with anyone. He wanted to keep you away from that as much as possible. All to himself.

But at the end of the summer, everything changed.

Gojo was late to come over for a date you both planned. He’s never late to anything. He even shows up at least half an hour early. When you were calling and sending texts over and over, you knew something was wrong. So you just waited till it was time to go to sleep.

Late at night you woke up to a pair of cerulean blues staring down at you.

“Gojo?!”

You nearly yelled startled. He hushed you not to wake up your sibling who was sleeping. You sat up and was ready to ask him so many questions. Like how did he get inside of your apartment? Why was he just showing up now? But Gojo fell onto his knees then broke down into sobs. Tears streaming down his now red cheeks. The cry was from heartbreak. You got off the bed to comfort your boyfriend.

That’s when you found out about his best friend, Geto left.

And everything else.

It took a few days for Gojo to explain everything to you. About curses, his mission, his six eyes, his friends, and everything else. It honestly made your head spin. At first you thought he was mad and just making it up. But once he showed you his infinity and tried to get close to him. You physically couldn't. It was like a force field was keeping you two apart. You were dating Satoru Gojo, The strongest sorcerer alive.

The honored one.

Gifted with the Six eyes.

Did that change anything between you two? No.

You just wish he was honest in the beginning but you understood.

It was a lot to tell anyone who wasn’t part of that world.

Gojo barely left your side since his best friend Geto left him after killing the entire village and his parents. He wanted to kill non-sorcerers like you.

“But Toru, Suguru can just come any day now and kill everybody.”

You frowned as you stroked his white hair as his head was laying on your chest. He liked to hear your heartbeat and cuddle into you. He picked up his head with his beautiful blue eyes staring at you.

“You don’t think I can protect you, name?” He asked you. You shook your head sitting up making him sit up.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You might as well have.” He shook his head. You frowned.

“Satoru, it’s kind of scary to hear your friend wants to kill people like me, who aren’t sorcerers.”

“But he won’t!” He raised his voice making you lean back. Gojo grabbed both of your hands and stared into your own eyes.

“I promise to protect you with everything, name. I swear nobody, even Suguru, will never lay a finger let alone breathe the same air as you. I love you so much, name I can’t lose you too. I’ll never let you be in any kind of danger because of me.”

Your face was heating up while you stared at him eyes wide.

“Y-You love me, Satoru?”

Gojo blinked, realizing he confessed his feelings to you just now. He could feel his own cheeks heating up. He let out a chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I guess I got lost in the moment. Just trying to be heroic to my girlfriend.” He laughed nervously. You giggled and placed your hand on his warm dark pink cheek.

“I love you too.”

Gojo gives you his infamous grin before he kisses you passionately. That same night you and Gojo made love for the first time. It was the first time for you both. Gojo could feel himself becoming nervous for the first time in his life. You could tell he was but you reassured him you trusted him. You love him and he loves you. He made sure to be gentle with your body. He would look up at you with his white thick eyelashes fluttering with his blue hues darkening with lust. “Is this okay?” “I’m not hurting you am I?” “You’re doing so good...such a good girl.” “You look so pretty taking me whole like that.”

It took two days for Gojo to finally lose some stamina.

Satoru felt the weight being lifted off his shoulders when he told you the truth. But he still kept you separated from that life. The further you were from it, the easier it would be to protect you. You weren’t mad but some days it was overwhelming seeing him come home with bruises or blood on his clothes.

There were nights you would wait up for him and he wouldn’t come home till the early morning. You did feel helpless you couldn't do more for him but he reassured all he needed was you to be home waiting for him. But you stood by him for all these years. Especially when he brought in two children named Megumi and Tsumiki to live with you both.

After graduating university, you moved in with Satoru. He became a teacher at his old school and you became a teacher in grade school. You grew a bond with Megumi and Tsumiki. Both knew you weren’t a sorcerer but didn’t treat you any different. They both saw you as a mother figure and adored you.

After a long day at work you walked into the cafe where it all started.

Where you met your husband for the first time.

You could still hear his cheerful laugh and his gorgeous smile.

His eyes practically glowing whenever the sunlight would graze against them even with the shades on.

“Welcome! How can I help you?” The cashier asked with a smile. You smiled back already knowing what you wanted to order.

“Hi can I get a strawberry cake,” you started then paused a bit but the cashier was patient, “sorry I kind of got stuck for a second, haha.” you giggled. The cashier nodded and wrote it down on her pad. “Oh also can you write something on it. “It’s a ghoul?” The cashier looked up with a wider smile.

“Because it’s Halloween right?” She giggled. You smiled again.

“Yeah! ” You handed her your card. She gave the card back once she was finished ringing you up.

“I think it’s cute. You’re practically glowing.” She gushed, making you blush a light pink. You walked over to take a seat. You reached into your purse to take out the sonogram you had done earlier before going to work. You smiled warmly seeing your precious baby resting in your belly. You could see the circle they made with the computer with the “IT’S A GIRL”.

You knew your baby was a girl.

Your hand was placed over your slightly swollen belly. Your wedding ring glistening by the light. You checked your phone for the time then you started to look at all the photos you had of Gojo or the both of you. There were some photos of Megumi and Tsumiki. There was a video you took when you told Gojo the news you were pregnant. He nearly broke the ceiling. Literally. You let out a small giggle. You knew he was going to be over the moon finding out about your baby girl.

What you didn’t know was that

Satoru Gojo

The strongest sorcerer alive,

The honored one,

Gifted with the six eyes,

Was being sealed tonight.

[dontopenfairies]

“Jesus! It’s pouring!” She covers her head with her arms as she strides quickly across the parking lot. He jogs a little to try to keep up.

She stops under the awning of the super market, smiling at him over her shoulder, lit by the yellow glow of the windows.

“What did you need again?”

“Just coconut oil,” he says, and she lets go of the handles of the basket she’d started to pick up.

Onto the black mat just beyond the sliding doors and then across the tile and down the aisles he follows her.

“Where do they even keep coconut oil?” she wonders aloud. “Hey, that’s cute.” She uses her foot to point at a small blue water bottle on a low shelf. “I should get you that.” She laughs at him over her shoulder.

“I think that’s for kids…” he says, trailing behind her as they round a corner and head up the next aisle.

“Here it is!” She takes a jar of coconut oil off the shelf and passes it to him just as he reaches her. “Is that the right kind?”

“Yeah! This will work!”

“Oh my gosh, look at this!” At the end of the aisle, there’s a little cardboard display full of stuffed animals. She squats down and pulls out a brown monkey clutching a little blanket. “This is so cute. And it’s so soft, too! Feel that.” She holds it out to him and he pets it very briefly and awkwardly before dropping his hand to his side again.

“Oh, come on, isn’t that cute? I think it comes with the blanket, too, aww.” She straightens up, still holding the monkey. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah, um, it’s cute.”

“Okay, I’m getting it for you,” she says decisively. He follows her to the register and she sets the monkey down on the conveyor belt and points at it to tell him to set down his coconut oil, too. She makes small talk with the cashier as she unsnaps her wallet.

As soon as they’re out of the store, she falls into step next to him and leans very close. “You’re doing okay? Do I need to check you when we get to the car?”

“Umm…”

“Okay, I’m going to. You didn’t get your pants wet in the rain, did you?” She glances over his shoulder.

“No!”

“Okay, I was just asking, jeez.” They’re next to the car. It’s still raining hard. She clicks the key fob and it makes a little chirp-chirp sound as the car unlocks.

He gets in and starts to fasten his seatbelt but she stops him. “Just a second, okay?”

“Not here…”

“Is anybody looking in our car?” She reaches around and undoes his belt while he squirms in the seat.

“No, but…”

“Then everything’s fine.” Her hand reaches down his pants and squeezes his padding. “You’re dry. Good job.” She puts her arm around his shoulder and squeezes him for a second.

“Yeah, I know when I need to go to the bathroom and everything…” He zips up his fly and buckles his belt before pulling on the seatbelt again.

She twists her key in the ignition. “Uh-huh…and that’s why you wet yourself on Monday, right?”

“Not a lot!”

“Enough to soak through your pull-up.”

“Well, maybe…” He looks at his hands in his lap.

She puts her hand on the back of his headrest as she backs out. Once they’re on the road, she passes the monkey to him. He sets it on his lap and strokes the blanket with his hand.

“You’re so funny. You were all embarrassed in the store but I knew you wanted that toy.”

“Maybe a little bit…it’s really cute.”

“What are you making us for dinner again?” She slows to a stop. The rain hammering on the window shield is warping the red traffic light outside.

“Thai coconut soup,” he says, moving the monkey from one knee to the other, pretending it’s jumping around on its own.

“That is going to be so good in this weather.”

Just a few minutes later they pull into the driveway and he undoes his seatbelt and grabs his coconut oil, ready to jump out of the car.

“Hey hey hey hey,” she says, catching him by the shoulder. “Not so fast. Let me check you again before we go inside.”

[webslingingslasher]

if you’re still taking requests can you do "why do you seem upset?" "why the hell do you think..." hehe 🫶🏽

changed the wording around, still fits.

You watch Peter hand over a twenty to the cashier. 

You wonder what they’re thinking as they take the cash, on the surface do they just see a boy buying a girl ice cream? Would it be the first date, or hundredth? Maybe they see a happy couple, a couple that was out on the town and suddenly the girl had a sweet tooth that just couldn’t be shaken off so she had to drag her boyfriend in to buy her some ice cream. 

Peter hands you his cone while he pockets the change, you take your chance and steal a lick. You poked at him for his flavor choice but a small part of you regrets not choosing it. The cashier nods at you two and welcomes in a family, it’s too cold to walk around with ice cream, so you shuffle into a booth near the exit. 

A little girl pulls at her sister’s shirt, when her attention is met she points at you two, mumbled whispers and blushes. You wonder what they’re talking about, does she see a solid relationship? One that mimics her parents, does she look at you like she wants that too? Her mother looks over, and shoots a polite smile when she notices you recognize her children pointing at you. 

You smile back, she looks at Peter and awes, you wonder what she’s thinking. 

Have you just reminded her of a first love? 

Did you remind her of when she was your age in that booth with her husband? 

Does she see the tear tracks? 

Did she see through all Peter’s bullshit too? 

It was too cold to walk around with ice cream, the family agreed and stuck in a booth across the shop. Peter started to bite around the edge of his cone, you’ve only swallowed three spoons worth, it didn’t taste as good when the air was still thick. 

It’s funny how one argument can set a relationship back, and not even in an we need time apart, but in the awkward tension. You know Peter better than you know anyone, most days even yourself, but when petty arguments take place you don’t know how to hold his hand or talk to him anymore, as if you wonder if he even wants you to.

“Penny for your thoughts?” 

“Are we gonna break up?” 

Peter snorts, he takes a bite of his waffle cone, his nose has a dot of ice cream, he tries to poke his tongue higher up to grab it, it doesn’t even come close. 

“Baby, you gotta stop jumping to that.” 

Sure, you understand where he’s coming from. You do ask that, a lot. But, it’s because every time you have a fight you think ‘this was it, this is the one that did it,’ you know with everything in you that you’ll be the one to fuck it up and one day Peter won’t have it in him to get back up. 

You’re terrified of that day. 

Peter’s sleeve comes up to wipe his nose, he notices you’re so upset you can’t even enjoy your ice cream, it’s rare, usually after an augment he takes you to get ice cream, it started as a joke in the beginning of your relationship and it’s stuck, even with the bad fights, like tonight. And it would always make it better, tonight you were stuck in your own head. 

“Why are you so upset?” 

You choke a spoonful in your mouth, you look over at the family, dad is letting his daughters try his flavor, the scene makes you want to cry. 

You wonder what they see. 

A girl finding something so simple admiring? 

A girl who projects her life in theirs, like that could be her too? 

Maybe just a lonely girl who didn’t dare allow herself to dream of such fantasies because she always fucks it up? 

“Why do you think?” 

It wasn’t the argument, it wasn’t about that anymore. It was over, the ship had sailed and treaties were signed, it was the underlying root of the argument that was the issue. Peter’s had this talk with you a million times, but you just can’t let yourself fully believe that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

“I love you. I love when you fight with me because I know you care about us, it makes me know that you’re fighting for this, that you want us to grow together so we can stay together. I love when you get so upset you’re nearly shaking, because I know that’s just a fraction of the passion you have for us. I love when you get stubborn and won’t back down because you swear you’re right, because you want me to have your back. And fuck, honestly, I really love when you ask if we’re going to breakup after a fight, because it gives me the chance to tell you how much I really, really, really,” 

Peter takes a gulping breath, “really, really, love you.” 

A feeling settles over like never before, it’s warming and gentle. It’s a part of you that can never truly believe you can have a good thing dying off, because you do have a good thing, his name is Peter Parker and he’s not going anywhere, he promised, because he really, really, really, really, really, loves you. 

You look back at the family once more, the mother catches your eye. She gives a knowing smile and winks, her eyes dart to the back of Peter’s head. In one look you can see what she's saying. 

‘You have a good one right there, don’t let him go.’ 

You lean over the table and press a kiss to Peter’s mouth, it’s sticky but one of the best kisses you’ve ever had. He’s surprised, but welcomes it. You plop back down in the booth, his lips puckered still, “one of these days I’ll believe you, until then you’ll just have to keep declaring your love for me.” 

Peter crunches down on his cone, you follow suit, ice cream has never tasted so good. 

“That’s like telling me I just have to breathe for the rest of my life.” 

[starboyyoongi]

detangled. ateez au

⭑ summary: unable to a set an appointment with your favorite braider, your roommates decide to step in and help. the problem, though? the three of you had absolutely no idea how to braid—at all.

or, in which you, hongjoong, and wooyoung (damn near) fail at doing your braids at home.

⭑ pairing: kim hongjoong x jung wooyoung x choi san x black fem!reader

⭑ warnings/tags: cursing, lots of confusion, questionable hair parting skills, joong and woo bickering, use of nicknames (“ji” and “mama”), play fighting

⭑ notes: in light of me stressing over getting my braids done, i decided to write something a little light hearted and funny about the boys trying to help reader do her braids. i also thought that this would be a cute way to kick off the series? idk but i hope that you guys enjoy and feel free to leave feedback! x

and then there were nine series masterlist

YOU ALWAYS PRIDED yourself on being able to figure things out relatively quickly especially when it came to others. it’s how you ended up becoming the unofficial mom of the group a couple of years ago. the boys, and just about anybody who knew you, knew that they could always depend on you to come up with a solution.

when it came to yourself, however, things were… different.

it was like all of your problem solving skills went out of the window and your body became riddled with anxiety. you didn’t know what to do when it came to solving your own problems. sure, you could ask someone else for help, but why would you want to run the risk of being looked at as stupid or incompetent? it was a silly thing to worry about, yes, but you couldn’t help it.

if anyone was going to come up with a solution to your problems it was going to be you—plain and simple.

however, your current problem was starting to feel more and more like something you couldn’t do by yourself. as you stared at the pieces of braiding hair strewn out in front of you, you wondered why you thought that this would be a good idea. while you knew how to manage your natural hair and do a couple of plaits or twists whenever it was necessary, you were by no means a braider.

that was something reserved for either your mom or your braiding lady who you had been loyal to for the last four years. speaking of said woman, she was the reason why you were in this mess to begin with. she was booked solid for the next few weeks which meant that any plans to get your hair done was basically thrown out of the window.

you were desperate, though, and instead of finding someone else to do it and risking your hair being botched you decided to do it yourself. you now recognized that in theory this sounded like a good idea. you felt so confident as you picked out your hair color and browsed the hair beads section in the beauty supply. you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face as the cashier rang your items up and you thought about how cute your hair was going to look.

but that was in theory.

in reality, you were a confused mess standing in the middle of your room clutching your phone in one hand and a comb in the other. you didn’t have the slightest clue where to begin and it was stressful to say the least. just as you began typing something in tiktok’s search bar, you heard a knock at your bedroom door followed by hongjoong saying your name in a sing song kind of tone.

“jia, babe, have you seen my— oh. what’s, um… what’s going on here?” hongjoong asked.

you peaked up at him with a fake smile and held your comb up as you said, “nothing. just getting ready to do my hair.”

hongjoong raised an eyebrow in confusion. “okay… so what’s with all of the pieces of hair on your bed? and why is your hair still up?”

“because i’m just getting started.”

“by looking at your phone all anxious and whatnot?”

“ugh. okay, fine,” you sighed. “i don’t know what i’m doing, joong. i thought that doing my own braids was going to be easy, but i completely underestimated things.”

“do you need some help?” hongjoong asked.

you opened your mouth to say no, but then you hesitated. now really wasn’t the time to be picky and deny any help that was offered to you. because again, braiding your hair wasn’t your forte. and if you could get an extra pair of hands to get the job done then so be it.

you nodded in response and watched as hongjoong smiled at you before loudly calling wooyoung’s name. it took a few seconds, but soon your other roommate was popping his head into your door frame and asking, “what’s up? everything okay?”

“yeah, but are you busy right now? jia needs our help doing her hair” hongjoong explained.

“no, no, i’m not doing anything right now,” wooyoung smiled. “however, i’ve never done hair before so i’m not sure how this is going to turn out…”

“don’t worry. i have a bunch of tutorials in a little playlist i created and we have all the supplies that we’ll need,” you said half reassuringly. you weren’t sure if you were trying to convince them or yourself. “so we should be okay.”

right?

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑

you guys were in fact not okay.

twenty minutes later, the three of you found yourselves situated in front of your mirror trying to follow along a hair parting video you found on youtube. the video was pretty straightforward to you, but the same couldn’t be said for wooyoung and hongjoong. where wooyoung was confused about how big to make the parts, hongjoong was confused as to why so many were needed in the first place.

“the more parts, the more braids, joongie,” you tried to explain, but to no avail.

hongjoong scrunched up his face in confusion as he said, “yeah, but, like… won’t it be too much hair? and will parting your hair hurt?”

“why would it hurt, hongjoong?” wooyoung huffed out with an eye roll. “clearly jia’s hair has been parted before and it’s never hurt her. are you stupid?”

“you don’t know even know how to part her hair to begin with!”

“neither do you, fuck face!”

“oh, fuck yo—”

“okay!” you said loudly as you paused the video. “clearly this is getting out of hand. how about one of you work on pre parting my hair for now? what do you say, wooyoung?”

at the mention of his name, wooyoung started to nervously laugh. he wanted to say no so, so bad, but he couldn’t. he had such a big soft spot for you that saying no felt like it was impossible. hell, he doesn’t even think that he’s ever told you no before and he wasn’t about to start now.

so with a nod of determination, he positioned himself behind you, comb in hand. your hair had already been blow dried and taken out of the messy ponytail that you had it in earlier. all that was left now was for your hair to be parted then braided.

“ready, woo?” you asked.

he gave a thumbs up.

“ready.”

hongjoong watched as his (clearly nervous) friend began to part your hair. for a minute, it felt like things were going well. wooyoung had managed to part a straight line across for the first row before starting on the square parts. everything seemed fine until hongjoong realized that the squares were all different sizes.

he stifled a giggle as he looked away, not wanting to draw attention to himself. but you had noticed and asked what he was laughing at.

“nothing, babes,” hongjoong replied. “just looking at woo’s, um… squares is all.”

you narrowed your eyes at him. “why’d you say it like that?”

“like what?”

“you know. like something was wrong with the squares or something.”

“pfft, no. there’s nothing wrong with the squares…”

“okay, good.”

“…except for the the fact that they’re different sizes and look goofy from this angle. but aside from that, everything’s fine.”

“what?!” you screeched out, immediately twisting your neck to try and see what wooyoung was doing.

“i thought that i was doing a good job! they look fine to me, ji, i swear—” wooyoung tried to explain.

you wanted to believe him.

you really, really did, but one glimpse of the back of your head told you otherwise. you sighed and told wooyoung and hongjoong to switch. if hongjoong was just as nervous to part your hair he didn’t show it. you sat still as you felt the end of your rat tail comb glide through your hair once more.

you couldn’t see it, but hongjoong had somewhat managed to fix wooyoung’s square partings. once everything looked okay to him, he moved on to start making the second row of squares. wooyoung had been standing beside him watching closely the entire time without saying a word. once again, it started to feel like some progress was being made. if hongjoong could just get through parting your hair then—

“your parting is ugly as shit, joong.”

hongjoong threw wooyoung a nasty glare before he glanced at you in the mirror and gave you a very unconvincing smile.

“he doesn’t know what he’s talking about, jia. the parting looks great! woo’s just being a fucking hater” hongjoong stated, but you didn’t miss the way that his voice faltered at the end. that was all that you needed to shoo him away and twist and turn your neck in the mirror once more to see the damage.

okay, so maybe wooyoung was right—hongjoong’s parting was definitely on the weird looking side. you couldn’t deny it no matter how hard you wanted to.

you sighed for what seemed like the nth time that day. if you guys couldn’t even get the parting right, then there was no telling what the actual braiding process was going to be like.

you started to weigh your options.

on one hand, you could forego the entire thing and style your natural hair for the next few weeks instead. there were quite a few styles that you had been meaning to try on pinterest anyways and your hair was finally long enough for some of them. the only downside was your lack of patience and sort of laziness when it came to doing your hair. a cute slick backed hairstyle that was meant for two days could easily turn into a three week old, caked up gel mess on your head.

on the other hand, you could continue to go through with the braiding process. you had more than enough hands to help and your best friends didn’t seem to mind redoing anything for the sake of wanting your hair to look good. plus, you had more than enough tutorials on deck for practically every part of the braiding process. the downside, though? you were taking a huge risk with your hair being botched—the one thing that you had been trying to avoid this entire time. as much as you loved your best friends, they weren’t experienced braiders and it would (most likely) show.

in other words, you were fucked.

sort of.

kind of.

you groaned in frustration before you spun around in your seat to face wooyoung and hongjoong. you looked up at them, eyebrows furrowed as you said, “guys, i don’t think that this is working.”

“you think?” wooyoung immediately deadpanned.

hongjoong gave him a nasty glare before he nudged him rather painfully in his side. he ignored wooyoung’s whines for help as he asked you, “what do you want to do then? should we keep going or…?”

you shrugged in response.

hongjoong hummed as he started to wrack his brain for a solution. it had become apparent to him over the last hour or so that the three of you were not cut out to braid hair whatsoever. the whole thing was a bad idea from the jump and hongjoong knew that. but he was so desperate to help you out that he was willing to ignore the possibility of the whole thing falling apart.

now, though, as he stared at the uneven parts in your hair and the frustrated look on your face, he felt bad—awful even. there had to be a way to fix things. you guys couldn’t give up just yet.

“what if—” hongjoong started, but wooyoung quickly cut him off.

“san. we should ask san.” wooyoung said.

“what? san?” you said in a confused tone.

“yeah, san,” wooyoung said with a shake of his head. “he has a little more experience with braiding hair and could probably follow the videos better than we can.”

you chewed at your bottom lip as you thought the sudden suggestion over. you had no idea how wooyoung even knew that san could braid hair in the first place, but you weren’t in a position to really question it. either you agreed to ask for his help or you called it a day and stuck to hiding your hair under a bonnet for the next few weeks.

“okay,” you agreed. “call sannie and ask, but you better not be lying to me, woo. or else i’ll beat your ass.”

“so will i!” hongjoong chimed in.

“but you just hit me! what the fuck, joong,” wooyoung complained as his fingers started to fly across his dimly lit screen. just as he finished sending the text and was about to lock his phone, he saw the three little bubbles pop up. they disappeared for a second before wooyoung’s phone buzzed with san’s response.

sanieee 🕺

LMFAOOO of course you two dumbasses messed up

tell ji i’ll be up in a few 😁

⭑ ⭑ ⭑ ⭑

seven hours.

it had taken you and san (with occasional help from wooyoung and hongjoong) seven hours to braid your hair with an additional twenty minutes spent adding beads at the end. that part would have taken less time, but hongjoong had no idea how to add them and kept dropping the beads every five seconds.

by the time you guys had finished both braiding and beading your hair, your fingers and arms were in pain. san was pretty sure that his fingers had gotten cramped up and you had a feeling that you’d be finding braiding hair and beads in odd places for the next few days.

the boys watched as you kept turning in the mirror to see your hair, the grin on your face growing wider with each turn. you swung your small, long pink and red braids from side to side as you took a quick ten second video of yourself. you tilted your phone down slightly and zoomed in a little on the clear and black beads that adorned the ends of your hair. simply put, your hair was fucking stunning.

you took a few more videos and pictures before you finally set your phone down to work on your edges. as you rummaged through your drawer for your edge brush, you caught san’s gaze in the mirror. just as you were about to thank him for the millionth time in a row, you suddenly remembered what wooyoung had said earlier.

“he has a little more experience with braiding hair and could probably follow the instructions better than us.”

dipping your brush into the half empty jar of edge control, you called out san’s name. he tore his gaze away from hongjoong to look at you as he answered, “yes, ji?”

“a little birdy here tells me that apparently you,” you started as you pointed your edge brush in his direction. “know how to braid hair. i’ve known you for how many years now and i’m just now finding out about this?”

“oh. um…” san ran a hand through his hair as he laughed, slightly taken aback by your question. beside him, wooyoung and hongjoong were watching you two and giggling like two little kids.

“well, i wouldn’t say that i know how to braid. i only know how to do plaits and stuff, you know? basic shit” he said.

you turned around to face him and raised your eyebrows in disbelief.

“you just braided my entire head and you gon’ sit up here and tell me that you only know how to do ‘plaits’? and ‘basic shit’?” you questioned, not entirely convinced by his answer.

“but it’s true though?” san said with a a shrug of his shoulders. “and to be fair, i was just following along and being patient. braiding isn’t that hard to do.”

“okay, now you’re just being a show off, dude” hongjoong muttered with a roll of his eyes.

you barely managed to stifle your giggles as san suddenly shoved hongjoong, causing him to fall off of your bed and land on the floor with a loud thud. it took all of five seconds for hongjoong to get back up and lunge at san. you watched as the two men rolled around your bed play fighting with one another and messing up your neatly spread bed in the process.

you shook your head and turned back to your mirror to finish doing your edges. you could hear wooyoung in the background repeatedly yelling out “fight! fight!” and hongjoong and san giggling loudly. as you finished fixing your baby hairs and putting your things back, you couldn’t help but stare at all three of them in your mirror’s reflection and smile.

you didn’t realize how long you had been smiling and looking at them, though until wooyoung asked in a teasing tone, “uh oh. what’s got you smiling so hard, mama?”

“you guys, duh. although,” you squinted your eyes at them a little. “you look like a bunch of idiots right now play fighting on my bed and stuff.”

“yeah, but we’re your idiots and you love us, so…” wooyoung joked with a toothy grin as he dragged out the ‘o.’

you rolled your eyes at him with a dramatic sigh, but you didn’t disagree.

“of course i do. i’ll always love you guys. forever?”

“and always, mama.”

[danikamariewrites]

hi i was going through your eris x bratty reader fics, im literally obsessed with them, and i was wondering if i could request eris saying no to the reader after she asks him to buy her smthn and the reader just starts bawling her eyes out be he's never said no to her🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ this would literally be so funny, reader would literally be so confused, like what’s no??? what do you MEAN no?????

Did You Just Say No?

Eris x reader

A/n: I love brat tamer Eris 😚

Warnings: bratty reader

Taking you shopping was supposed to be a reward. For you because you managed not to behead any of his advisors this week. And for him to see that stunning smile of yours. Eris loves making you happy, but today he felt like conducting a little experiment.

Eris didn’t punish you earlier this week for acting bratty. He just reprimanded you a little and promised you anything you wanted if you were good until Friday.

You were in the last shop before you and Eris were to go back to the Forest House. A small yet very expensive boutique in the city. You had already picked out an exquisite dress, a pair of shoes to match, and a few other things.

Eris had no idea what you could possibly have left to buy but he waited patiently. You skipped up to your mate holding a beautiful autumn brown tunic with small leaves embroidered on it.

The garment was draped over your arms as you came to a stop in front of Eris, giving him your sweetest smile. “Can I please get this one Eris?”

Eris seemed like he was contemplating his answer. Which was odd. He always said yes. Eris looked you dead in the eyes, face straight and said the worst word ever to you, “No.”

You were so taken aback you physically stepped away from him. Your face contorted in sadness and anger. Your mind was running a million miles a minute, trying to comprehend what Eris had just done.

“What?” Your voice breaks and your eyes narrow at him. “What is no? What do you mean?” Internally you’re panicking. Is this how he’s ending your relationship? Does he not want this dynamic anymore? You weren’t sure you could change, Eris has treated you like a princess since day one.

“No, you cannot have it.” On the inside Eris was praying to the Cauldron you didn’t make a scene right now. Maybe a public place was not the best idea for this experiment.

“Well, why not? You said I can have whatever I want?” Your voice was slowly rising with each word. “Is that not an option anymore?” “No, you just cant have this particular thing. You’ve had enough today.”

Ass soon as the words left his mouth Eris realized it was the absolute wrong thing to say. Your eyes went wide and you couldn’t help the sob that came out of your mouth. Tears started falling fast.

“Do you not want me any more? Just tell me you don’t love me anymore Eris! That’s better than no!” You tossed the tunic onto the chaise lounge in the middle of the boutique, crossing your arms and turning from Eris.

The other patrons kept shopping but occasionally snuck looks at the two of you. Eris was shocked by your words. Of course he loved you, how could he not? You are perfect to him.

Eris lightly grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him. “My love,” he says softly, “I will always want you. How could you even think that?” You sniffled, “Because you said no. You never say no.”

“Love, I didn’t know you’d react like this. I’m sorry. Of course you ca get whatever you want.” You stopped crying and leaned away from Eris, a bright smile on your lips. “Yay! Thank you!”

You pecked his cheek and collected the the tunic from lounge, speeding to the cashier to put it with the rest of your shopping.

Eris shook his head. He was happy you bounced back quickly but her was sure you’d give him an attitude about this later.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

7/11 late night run.

Humming to themselves, Star wonder if a slushie sounded good right now. Sure it's like what 10 pm but who gives a shit their an adult. Grabbing their keys and wallet Star texted Faust quickly.

'Wanna do a snack run w me to the 7/11 down the street?'

Grabbing a hoodie and shoes Star smiled hearing a ping from their phone. Checking the notification it showed Faust saying yes and that he's walking there right now. Giggling excitedly Star rushed out the house and looked around for Faust.

"Boo!" A voice rang out behind the streamer, causing them to jump. Turning they saw their boyfriend giggling to himself at their reaction.

"Woooowww....Your so funny." Sarcastically saying Star smiled as they hugged him. The bluenette snorted and reciprocated it, then linked arms beginning to walk to the 7/11.

"I knooww riiigghht? But anyways, what made you wanna get snacks?" Asking, Faust looked ahead and was glad the moon lit the sidewalk. It was surprisingly bright outside for it being night time.

"Wanted a slushie. Also why not? Not my first fuck it we ball moments." Joking Star hummed seeing how well lot the night was. "I love nights like these."

Their whisper made Faust nod in agreement. The two than began talking about a new game coming out. It was a multi-player one and Star asked Faust if he wanted to play with them.

"If there's gambling let me tell you Ima spend so much money on it." Laughing at Faust, Star then noticed that the 7/11 was close. Wiping a tear they turn to Faust.

"What do you wanna get? I might get a snack as well." Thinking of what snack to get along with he slushie. Star dragged Faust into the convenience store, he shrugged before going down the candy isle with his lover.

"Hhmm, kinda want hubba bubba. Hehe the name is so fucking silly." Giggling to himself Faust grabbed the gum. Then also grabbed a bag of live saver gummies, Star nodded before grabbing their snack.

"Want a slushie too or are you gonna get a drink from the fridges?" Asking Star was glad that the store was mostly empty besides the streamers and the cashier.

"I'm gonna get a snapple. Maybe a bag of chips too. Need my red 40 intake." Mumbling Faust went to the fridges. Star got the idea of getting chips too so om the way to the slushie machines they grabbed a bag as well.

Getting a combo of their favorite flavors Star got the biggest cup and smiled triumphantly. This was a good 7/11 run so far.

"Hey Star you want those calypso drinks? I remember you wanted to try one." Asking loudly, Faust grabbed the flavor they wanted to try. Snorting Star thought how funny it was that the blue haired man just yelled.

"Yeah fuck it why not. Wanna eat and drink these in the parking lot?" Questioning back, Star heard Faust humming.

"Sure why not?" The streamer walked to the cashier, who looked so tired. Quickly putting his things and Star doing the same, paying then leaving a tip in the tip jar. Hopefully that would make the cashier feel a bit better about their night shift.

"Would you wanna be able to fly oorrr....teleport?" Speaking out loud, Star began eating their snacks. Faust paused gaining into deep thought about the question.

"Hhmm...Honestly teleport. I kinda hate heights." Mumbling as he chewed on his gummies. Star nodded before telling him which on they'd get. Which somehow sparked a debate on which super power sucked.

"It's obviously super strength. What if you hurt someone on accident?" Huffing out, Faust sipped on his drink. Star nodded wiping their mouth from their slushie.

"I see your argument, but counter. It being invisibility. Literally what can you do? Your basically just a normal person but you can just disappear." Throwing their arms up, showing how dumb they thought the power was. Faust snorted seeing how into the debate they were.

"I love this." Whispering, Faust ate some chips before looking at Star. This was a nice putting together, maybe both can consider this a date.

"Yeah me too. Now back to the discussion because I just though of like fire powers being a bad power-" Beginning another ramble, Star told how it was bad. Faust nodded along as he finished his drink, smiling softly.

God, Star was such a dork. The blue haired man couldn't help but think how lucky he was. The fact this cool person thought he was nice enough to get to know and then date? Yeah he won big time.

[chaosgremlinmunson]

April fools?...🫣😳

Minors dni, smutty funny content ahead, 18+ only please!

Eddie had a plan. He was sure it was going to either be hilarious or he was about to die by either Robin Buckley or Steve Harrington’s hand by the end of the day, but he had a plan. First thing was first though, he had to get Chrissy on board, and that, he was sure, was about to be a challenge. However, as luck would have it she also thought it was a great idea. Well, she thought he was hiding the eggs in the appropriate room, but hey, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt right? Right? Ok, so maybe his platonic soulmate might also kill him, but no one could ever say Eddie Munson didn't commit to the bit.

He strolled into melvads on Friday morning grabbing bags of cheap plastic eggs, and snickered when he saw glitter as well, thought why not and tossed it in his cart as well. When he approached the counter the teenage cashier just looked at him for a moment, rolled her eyes and rang him up. He bought a couple disposable cameras as well, and headed back to his van making his way to his and Chrissy's apartment. When he came in she was sitting in the armchair, near her leg was a couple bags from their favorite fetish shop out in Indy and she grinned at him.

“You think Robin will finally get the clue I'm into her after her Easter gift?” She twirled her hair around a finger, and reached into her own bag laying out a baby blue corset and pointed to his bag, “don't worry I got the things you wrote down for yours.”

Eddie laughed, coming to sit beside her kissing her temple, “I think if anything, she's definitely going to have some thoughts after this.”

((smut under the cut))

They made a night of it going full on fashion show, boudoir shoot. Eddie trusted Chrissy for the more exposed photos, he wrapped himself in nothing but a sunshine yellow ribbon, accentuating every curve, and giving a full view to the thick swollen present he wanted Steve to have most of all.

The photos were developed that weekend, a friend owing him a favor, asking no questions, and Eddie got set to stuff the eggs. Half with photos, the other half glitter bombs. He waited for Tuesday when they'd have their weekly movie night, the one night they all collectively had a scheduled day off and came to Steve's and while Steve showered he got busy hiding the eggs around the house. He had practiced acting innocent when he was anything but, so no one was any the wiser when they all gathered. Robin found the first egg as she and Chrissy went to sit on the loveseat.

Robin looked at the egg confused for a moment before opening it, falling sideways while screeching and throwing the egg at Eddie's head. Steve came rushing over, leaned down to pick up the egg and his face went crimson seeing Eddie in a leather harness and assless chaps. He gulped and looked up at Eddie, and walked back to the kitchen to grab their drinks and then screeched himself, finding another egg Eddie had hidden.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” He said running out and handing the egg straight to Chrissy, refusing eye contact. She looked down to see the photo she's taken riding her toy in the corset, her face going red in embarrassment before standing up and tackling Eddie straight to the floor.

“Edward Nathaniel Kristof Munson! You said they would be hidden in their rooms and only Robin would see me, and that I would win my Birdy! You lied, you, dramatic, overgrown, wet cat! I'm burning your leather chaps, and your new yellow sparkle plug!” Chrissy had him pinned her hands gripping his hair not realizing the absolute bombshell she just dropped as Eddie yelped.

“Chris! Chrissy-bee, love of my life, queen of the world, most beautiful and wonderful best friend of mine, I did it for April fools! She still got to see! And at least this way you know she's going to see it!” He was wiggling under her trying to get away.

“I'm going to put bleach in your shampoo, I'm going to replace all your records with pop music! I'm going to tell Steve about the scrapbook!” She was screeching at him, her tiny frame hid how strong she really was and Eddie was starting to regret this idea. Then he realized, shit, they're still in the living room. All of this was said in front of both of their crushes. Dear God in heaven he did not think this through, at all. Chrissy seemed to come to a conclusion at the same time as Eddie did because they just made eye contact and both stared eyes wide before standing up slowly looking at the floorboards. Disaster gays, that's what they were. Jesus H Christ, Eddie just wanted to disappear and pretend this hadn't happened at all, but clearly now it was way too late. Steve grabbed his hand and his eyes went wide again as he led him into his room away from Robin and Chrissy, he pushed Eddie onto the bed and climbed into his lap pulling Eddie's chin up to look him in the eye.

“You couldn't just tell me the normal way huh? Had to be as dramatic as possible, had to be a little riot and get the blood pumping?” Steve emphasized the last bit by rolling hips down into Eddie's lap as he gasped, “I should make you wait for it. I should punish you for being such a bad boy and showing off. No one but me should have seen you that way.” He nipped Eddie's neck whispering into his skin, “As a matter of fact, I am. Robin is going to yours with Chris, and you Eddie, are going to go around this apartment and get every. Single. Egg. And you're going to open each one so that your photos end up only for my eyes, and Chrissy's will be set in Robin's room. Then you're going to clean my mess you make. And if you do a good enough job I might just let you have a treat.” He licked up the side of Eddie's face who shuddered and nodded, his hands gripping Steve's hips.

Steve slid off his lap and watched Eddie, an eyebrow raised in expectation before Eddie moved to start gathering everything. He opened every one over the trash, that way glitter didn't get anywhere and separated the photos like Steve asked. He rushed around cleaning the house, leaving everything as immaculate and clean as Steve typically had it and stood in the living room his hands clasped behind his back as Steve made his way through the house checking everything was done to his standard. When he came back to where Eddie stood he looked him over for a moment.

“On your knees.” He commanded and Eddie fell straight to his knees, thankful for the plush carpeting under his legs. His mouth was already watering as he looked up at Steve waiting for his next command, “open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

Eddie rushed to comply and Steve placed his fingers into Eddie's mouth who immediately sucked them in as Steve inhaled shakily still keeping control, he reached other hand up to Eddie's mouth and brushed his fingers over his cheek.

“Was this what you needed? Something to shut you up, make you sink? Fall apart slowly?” He growled, he moved his hands up to Eddie's hair tugging at the strands before pulling him up to his feet and crashing their lips together. “Strip.”

Eddie hurriedly pulled his shirt off, he tripped over his pants but still rushed to get undressed and stood before Steve again who came up in front of him before making his way slowly around Eddie appraising him.

“You're doing so good for me. Such a good boy when you want to be, hmm?” He ran a hand up Eddie's thigh cupping his ass before smacking it once, “This what I need to do for you? Tell you what to do?” Eddie's eyes were fluttering and he was leaking down onto the carpet.

“I can be good for you, only for you. Please, Steve, please.” Eddie panted his hips quivering trying not to rut against the air.

“Do you think you've earned it?” He leaned into Eddie's space whispering in his ear tugging his hair again, “Do you think you deserve me to touch your pretty little cock yet?” Eddie whimpered, he knew he wasn't small but Steve being mean was making his skin light up in the most delicious ways.

“Please, I can earn it. I can be so good for you Stevie. Please, please, just tell me what to do.” Eddie whined.

“Bend over.” Eddie bent over the back of the couch where Steve had led him. “Use this, and open yourself up for me. Don't come until I say you've earned it. Be my good girl.”

Eddie keened high in his throat and got to work opening himself up in front of him, he arched his back and after a few moments was shaking, Steve pulled his hand away to look at his progress and put two of his own thicker longer fingers inside of him. Eddie screamed his name, his head whipping back and arching into the touch.

“So you can be good.” He said moving his fingers in and out quickly, just as he felt him clamping down close to release he stopped, all Eddie heard was the zipper of his light blue jeans and the schlick, schlick, noises of his pumping himself before he buried himself to the hilt bringing Eddie up against his chest, he placed a hand over his throat not squeezing, just resting and bite the junction just under his ear, “Ride me like a good girl Eds. Show me how badly you want it.”

Eddie groaned rolling his hips back against Steve as he felt him all around him, “fuck Stevie, I love you, fuck I love you.”

“I know Eds, I love you too. Now ride my cock like the whore you tried to be in your little photo shoot.” He squeezed his neck softly sucking his earlobe into his mouth rolling to meet his thrusts.

“Steve please, I'm so close, can I come please. Please, sir, please, please, please.” He begged, Steve growled and bit his neck, before slamming into him harder.

“Come on my cock, don't touch yourself.” He panted his rhythm getting sloppy but harder.

Eddie cried out clamping down hard on him, come painting across the back of the couch over the quilt Eddie had bought him for his birthday recently and Steve wasn't far behind.

As they came down Steve still holding Eddie in his arms as he softened he kissed over Eddie's neck, “You're still a little shit. But God, do I love you.” Steve breathed in between kisses, “I want you to be mine. Officially.” He said turning Eddie to face him.

“Stevie, I've been yours for longer than you've known.” He leaned and kissed his lips, “Happy Easter baby.”

[deltaromeo3]

ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ #2 —Daniel Ricciardo

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x childhoodbestfriend!reader

Summary: Finally returning home after a few years, she reunites with her long time bestfriend; the all too famous Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Will things rehash between them or will it take a turn for the worst?

previous chapters here: #1 | #3

sidenote: im open for requests!

“Y/N?!” You turned your head towards the direction of the voice.

“Ella?!” You engulfed her in a hug.

“Oh my god I haven’t seen you in years! What are you doing back in this shit place?”

You chuckled at her remark; not because it was funny, but because it was true.

“Ma’s birthday. She says she invited your family over. I’m guessing you’ll be there too yeah?”

Ella nods. “Mm-hmm.” She pauses and looks at you suspiciously, like you being here was too good to be true. “You never come back home for jack shit so this must be special.”

You laughed, “That’s true but this time she literally begged me to come home, even offering to pay for my ticket. You’ve any idea why she insists she needs me to be here?”

Ella shrugs. “Nah, I’m as clueless as you.”

“Of course." You accept the defeat, wondering why you even asked her in the first place.

Ella chuckles softly. "It was nice bumping into you but I've gotta go. Catch ya tomorrow?" She smiles.

You nodded, smiling back at her. “See ya."

Ella walks away and you enter the corner shop. You went straight for the snacks, picking out your favourites; sour cream and onion chips with a packet of tim-tams.

You went to the cashier, placing the snacks down on the counter. You looked behind towards the rack of cigarettes for a second, deciding if you’ll be needing them or not. You only smoked when you were stressed and oh man... the level just keeps on increasing.

Fuck it.

“Oh can I please have one Marlboro Ice Blast as well? Thanks.”

You didn’t forget to grab yourself a lighter while you’re at it. The cashier retrieves the cigarette, scanning it along with your other items. You check out and leave the store, making your way to the bench across the store and taking a seat.

You placed the cigarette between your lips, lighting it up. One puff… two.. three…

“Enjoying yourself?”

“What the fuck!” Startled at the sudden voice, you turned behind to be met with your sister, who was laughing.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“You always head down here. What’s so special about this place anyways?”

-

2006.

“Oi Danny! Slow down, I’ve got short legs y'know!” You say, out of breathe from trying to catch up to him.

You hear him laugh. “Alright princess, I’ll slow down.”

“T-thank you,” You bend down, placing your hands on your knees, panting.

“Sheesh I didn’t know you were so out of shape,”

“Shut up Daniel. I’m not some go-kart… formula 2 driver… ugh, whatever it is that you are.”

He laughs again. Oh that laugh... If you could hear it everyday on repeat, you would.

“Whatever it is? Cmon now, i’ll make it to the big leagues and you know it,” He winks at you and all you can afford is to roll your eyes back.

“Yeah yeah…”

Daniel was leaving in a month's time and honestly, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to stay or at least convince him to (but you knew he didn't need that much convincing if it comes to you). But you knew it was selfish so you kept quiet and said nothing.

“The usual?” He asks as he places his bag down on the bench.

“Yeah,”

“Give me five minutes, and don’t you run away!”

You chuckled. “Now why would I do that? I love spending time with you.”

He smiles. “Of course you do. Anyone else would die just to be in your position right now.” He says, exaggerating the statement. He was so full of himself.

“Please don’t start.” You rolled your eyes. “And can you hurry please? I’m having the munchies,”

He laughs yet again. “Yes maam,” He salutes to you before jogging off to the store.

You sat quietly on the bench, kicking your legs. Usually, it would’ve been Ella, Caleb, Daniel and you. But ever since Ella and Caleb were a thing, their presence slowly faded from the group and suddenly it was just you and Daniel… which you didn’t mind at all to be frank.

“Hi,” He graces you with his presence.

“Hi,” You replied as he takes a seat beside you.

“Blueberry slushy and… sour cream chips for you! Oh don’t worry, I got Ruffles this time, didn’t make the mistake of getting Lays like last time. Ooh! I also got you tim-tams just in case.”

Tim-tams. You smile. He remembers...

“Thank you Daniel.”

“Daniel? Oh no, what did I do wrong? Was it the chips? Im sorry I should’v-” He starts to ramble with a panicked look on his face.

You cut him off. “No no! You did nothing wrong. Just.. thank you yeah?”

You can see his eyebrows furrow, confused at your sudden attitude change.

“Are you okay?” He places his palm on your forehead, as if to check for a fever. You laugh at his antics.

“You’re being weird. And can you call me Danny like you always do? Sounds weird when you call me.. Daniel.”

“But that’s... your name?”

“Yeah but I like it when you call me Danny.”

You smile. “Okay, Danny.”

“That’s more like it.” He says, scooting in closer to you. “Now are we gonna share this slushy or what?!”

-

Present.

“No..nothing special about this place.” You took another puff of your cigarette.

“Okay.” She takes a seat next to you, but you knew she wasn't buying it.

“Are you gonna stay a little longer this time? You haven’t been home and I miss having you around.” Your sister asks.

“If theres a reason for me to stay then sure,” You confidently say because you knew you had no reason to stay apart from her, your dad and your friends. But that wasn't enough to make you stay, no, you needed more than that.

“Oh I’m sure I can find a reason for you to stay.” She smirks.

“Is that so?” You cock your eyebrows at her, surprised at her confidence.

“Mmhmm. Just you wait.” Your sister says, determined.

-

A/N: hehehe finally its out!! i hope you enjoyed it :)) thank you for the love on chapter 1! do let me know your input, feedback (good & bad) appreciated as always <3 let me know if you want to be tagged!

🏷️: @mysticalnightenthusiast @moonvr

[felonytaxevasion]

Arc 2 Damages

Catching up on my horribly behind Pact Annotations 😔

2.1

“Blake,” Rose said. “It’s fine. It’s done, you’re in charge, I’m the backup. You want me to keep the criticisms to the most vital points? Fine. You want me to do the research and supplement what you’re doing, fine. You win.” “I don’t want to win. I want us to be on the same page.” “The same page? You got the power, I got… this. How do you have a partnership if things are this unequal? Let’s face it. Look at what happened to Molly. Grandmother is willing to use us as expendable assets. I’m nothing more than a piece in a greater puzzle. I’ll serve my role, and the road ends there. I’m the most expendable one of us.”

I severely SEVERELY doubt this Rose. Like I don't want to invalidate your feelings here but I feel like if you were a normal vestige you would also be named Blake and not y'know. Rose 2. Like presumably she got to root around for whatever reality she wanted so she not only picked girl Blake but she picked girl Blake who is named after herself.

Like Ivy is not named Rose. Presumably it was not your parents first choice. Though actually I do wonder about that. Was there a rule in reality proper about not naming your kids after Rose Sr. That feels like a really obvious appeal tactic I'm surprised none of them went for it.

“I don’t deny that they’re fucked up. But grandmother lived. She hit the ripe old age of eighty-five, and I doubt you do that while messing with stuff like this if you’re dumb. Besides, dumb people aren’t the type to spend the kind of power it takes to make a sapient being, only to throw it away like you’re talking about.”

Yes exaaactly

She shook her head. “No. Nothing. The early ones… I sort of skipped past the earliest diaries, because a child’s writing is hard to read in big doses. Some stuff on the relationships between the different groups here. But if you’re looking for tips on where to focus our studies, we may have to look a bit further.”

Very curious if the pages Rose read were the pages we got in the last interlude. I feel like the knowledge of why she didn't induct her children is valuable data to have. So if Rose knows it and isn't sharing that's suspicious. But also she might just not know. There's no way of knowing if the interlude is what she read. Deceptive and wiley Mr Wildbow

Cheap side-mirrors were about four dollars for a pair, round mirrors about six inches across. I checked that I could see Rose inside and grabbed twenty. I think she might have actually smiled, when I glimpsed her.

:)

His mother was forty and looked ten years older, by the condition of her skin and hair, her arms full with a bundle of shirts with superheroes on them.

WHICH SUPERHEROS??? A NOBLE BUG CONTROLLING GIRL WITH BIG WET EYES PERHAPS???

“Fine,” I said. “Let me give the basket to the cashier-” “Don’t be an asshole,” Callan said. “Go put it all back on the shelves and racks.”

This is so fucking funny. According to Blake and Rose Callan is a horrible asshole who conspires to ruin the lives of those around him for his own gain. But he draws the fucking line at being rude to service workers.

Three of the ribbons stood out from the rest. Too straight, too narrow. They were like spears that had penetrated Callan, Aunt Irene and Christoff and plunged into me. Forced connections between us. Too direct to be natural. Someone had aimed them at me.

The other funny possibility is that the DuChamps specific brand of fuckery said "bother Blake as much as possible while helping the average citizens of Jacobs Bell"

The girl smiled, giving me a look. Confident, brash, if I remembered right from the vision. Her brother kept his eyes straight forward, watching the ground for slick patches and lumps of snow he might stumble on. He was burdened down with bags of stuff, while she strutted.

Very interested to see how their relationship ends up paralleling or contrasting Blake and Rose's

Also I'm trying so hard to picture them as normal humans but at some point my brain decided to see them as the green haired Betty spaghetti villains from DreamWorks Trolls. It's making it very hard to take them serious

She would be the Briar Girl. No other name. A recent addition to the local population, as of six years ago. She apparently lived full-time in the woods and marshes behind Hillsglade House. Grandmother’s suspicion? She had contracted with a familiar too powerful for her to handle, creating something that was less a partnership than a practitioner dominated by the spirit. The bear-thing would be the familiar, the stick her implement.

She's very Rachel adjacent in a way

Maggie Holt, the girl with the checkered scarf. She was a teenager, making her slightly younger than the Briar Girl, and her eyebrows made her look perpetually angry, helped by a swift, graceless manner of walking.

Too an extent it really feels like Wildbow is taking maximum advantage that his reader base is coming from worm and hoping/expecting a new group of unruly young adults forming a found family via rebelling against authority like the Undersiders. Like at this point in the story it's so easy to imagine Laird as the sort of Armsmaster equivalent and Blake Rose Johannes Maggie and Briar unionizing to take him down. It's a clever misdirection and a compelling argument for reading the Wildbow Chronicles in order of writing

2.2

Vestige? “Of Rose?” the North End Sorcerer asked, his eyebrows raised. “Yes,” Padraic spoke out loud, at the same Laird said, “I don’t think so.”

I also have lots of questions about how much of Rosie is Blake and how much is Rose Sr

That being said. I don't think Padraic is the best judge of these things.

“Well,” he said. “Let’s get this out of the way. Who’s interested in taking the deal?” Wait. What? “Not seeing any raised hands,” Laird said. “It’ll be good if we get this out of the way, before it gets messy.”

You know maybe it was unfair to Laird to compare him to Victoria Dallon. He seems like he actually uses his brain to strategize sometimes.

“My rose has done what she aimed to,” Padraic said. “You’ve offended two of us, Aimon Behaim. Johannes and me both.” “I’m not Aimon, my name is Laird,” Laird said. Padraic looked a touch annoyed at being corrected. “Aimon, Laird, Lame Airhard, no matter. You’ve wounded me, ignoring me in this critical moment. I have far more to lose than you, don’t I? An immortal lifespan, against, what, thirty more of your years? Twenty of your wife’s? Sixty two of one daughter’s, fifty one of another, one of a son’s life? Add them together for your family as they are now and you have, what?”

If I were in Pact I would 100% die to some Padraic related shenanigan. He's so cool and funny. I like that he's kind of an ally to Blake and Rose by complete accident just on the grounds of being incredibly inconvenient for everyone else around him.

Also he seems to like Rose Sr lots so I'm excited to learn the history there. I hope they kissed. Not in a shipping way just in a I think the concept of an incredibly dangerous Diablerist and an exiled Fairie Prince having a terrible awful fling with no redeeming qualities has lots of comedic potential

Johannes and Maggie. North End Sorcerer and the girl with the checkered scarf. And, I had to note, a small contingent of goblins. The dog walked alongside Johannes, through slush and snow, the long hair not getting wet or dirty. Johannes wore a white coat, and it was pristine.

In a better world they could have been a fun sequel to Aisha and Alec. Which I say not to imply these characters are actually similar to Aisha and Alec. Just that they could have been a fun kind of different spin on that character archetype/friendship dynamic

2.4

“Being more honest means you stock up more goodwill with the universe and any others you meet. Borderline dishonesty is useful, lying by omission is better yet, and unvarnished honesty is better still. I can’t quite interpret it, but perhaps you were joking? Sarcasm?”

Nooo don't take away his sarcasm it's one of his most charming traits

“A vestige is fragile. Defy the natural order, and the vestige suffers.” “And a damaged vestige drains energy,” I said, glancing at Rose.

👁️👁️

2.5

“You’re wrong,” she said. “The things they conjure up are there. They’re fabricated, and it’s this affinity for things that have been crafted that helps the Faerie avoid being touched so easily by fabricated things. With glamour, the Faerie might create an image of a flower. It’s an image. But as they put power into it, it gains substance. As people see it and recognize it, they feed power into it. Plant that flower in a garden, leave it be, and it will grow as any flower might. It becomes a part of the garden, and the garden adapts. It adapts to the viewers, becoming what they want and expect to see. A two way street. Given opportunity, it becomes as much of a part of things as if it was always there.”

In my friend groups discord we have a custom emoji called So In The Chronicles that is deployed when one of us wants to go on a long spiel about something related to World of Darkness or Chronicles of Darkness

"Anyway imagine that right here. I'm not gonna get into it but just know I'm thinking it. Also I really wanna try and bait my Chronicles friend into reading Pact As your partner Rose already said, they’re weak against the unrefined, against crude things. That includes attitudes."

OH BLAKE YOULL BE SO GOOD AT THIS

“Yes,” she said. “Ornias. He once placed stars in the firmament, but he now calls them down to earth. Say his name seven times.” “Perfect. Ornias,” I said. “Jesus penis fuck, Blake, no,” Rose said.

LMAO

I was just grabbing this passage because they keep bringing up Ornias later and I wanted to note what's said about him but now I also want to keep a record of Rose saying Jesus Penis Fuck

Also idk if Wildbow would even want to get into it but how exactly does religion work here. Like if belief gives power and names call forces would a genuine devout Christian be protected by invoking Jesus or God? Many such questions

“Stupid, fucking, impractical sword!”  I hit the weapon instead.  As she leaped back, she couldn’t  move it out of the doorframe.  One downward swing, and the pipe struck the blade. It broke in four different places along the length.

I think I understand the glamour stuff really well but I wish I didn't because now I'm thinking about how easy it would be to reverse engineer a magical girl into Pact world. Like you get a young practitioner raised on precure in here, give her a fairy familiar and put a focus on glamour and transformation and you could get a precure duo practitioner and familiar. They could even have a fancy glitter wand as their impliment

“-nament,” I finished. “Ornament.” No fucking way was I ever saying that name a seventh time.

Does he just have to say it once from now on or does the count eventually get set back to zero. Cause idk about Blake but I would definitely at some point make the mistake of saying it when recounting this incident to someone else later and summoning the guy

“I think I see why she might have picked you,” Ms. Lewis said. “Blake was picked, then?” Rose asked. “It’s not just him being the second heir?” “I already said too much. Take your prize, Blake.”

👁️👁️

I really need to stop using the eyes they're not saying anything really but like what can I say to this. What does this MEAN lewis

“Mom! Fine! Stop- stop and listen, don’t call it a favor, then. Call it a repayment of the favor you owe me for taking Jo to her six-in-the-damn-morning dance lessons for the last half a year.”

You know I have to say there's a certain point at which feminity** in fiction just becomes so boring. Like speaking as Femme Lesbian. Like Padraic and the other fairies are a really fun feminine in the sense that they're pretty Fairie Royalty who like to dress in pretty clothes and flirt. But they're also horrible drunks who could kill and probably wouldn't do it in a clean way. There would be blood and stuff

The DuChamps seemed fun at first, being an all girl line of practitioners, but then you give them the least messy practice, they all take fairies as familiars, and now they also do Ballet and get grossed out at Blake's Spit and Blood. Also I don't think being white and blond is a feminine thing but it's another contributing factor in making them turbo boring to me

**also obligatory I am a non binary femme lesbian using short hand gendered phrases to express abstract personal concepts of gender please don't take this as a "Tumblr user felonytaxevasion thinks feminity is composed of dressing nice and hating spit and also that men can't be fairies or do ballet" or anything like that please I will kill myself

2.6

Gonna start speed running some commentary I don't think I have much to say about the rest of this arc

I'm very sad about Lewis saying Blake is going to die soon but I'm also not convinced he won't beat the odds so I don't have much to say on that

I turned to look. A girl in a checkered scarf, sitting on the stairs by the front door. “Maggie,” Rose said.

MAGGIE I LOVE YOU MAGGIE

The little dagger had a funny blade, wavy. It looked more decorative than useful. “What is it?” I asked. “Kriss-style athame. It’s used a lot in Wicca, but that’s more because this one guy was a blade aficionado. I like it more for its roots as a sacrificial blade.” “You do much sacrificing?” Rose asked. “Nah. But I like the old stuff, the mysteries, the biblical stories about God as a deity of sacrifice and blood. It resonated with me.”

On the topic of gender this is a really fun Maggie gender moment. The next chapter talks about implements and how swords and weaponry are representative of Masculinity to others. And Maggie uses a knife, small sword, but the blade is curved simultaneously disrupting the """"phallic""""" imagery and also interrupting a knifes traditional purpose of slashing and stabbing.

But then also also she chose the knife specifically for its historical roots in violence but specifically organized violence used as a means to an end (sacrifice). Incredible but if character building I think especially in combination with how she's tied to Molly

Not much to say on Gathered Pages as of This Moment

2.7

“This is exhausting,” Rose said. “Watching every word you say, watching every word others say…”

Hey world building question if a practitioner declared "I'm about to lie now" would they be able to then lie without being forswarn for doing so. What if you lie and then follow it with "what I just said was untrue" does lying and admitting it count for anything

If you can't lie even while declaring you're about to lie then "I'm about to lie" is an automatic out because if you don't lie after then you've lied right then

If I forget something and lie on accident but to the best of my knowledge do they still get me?

I think I would either be a great practitioner or explode myself on day 1 no in between

“That’s her stuff, there?” Maggie asked. I had to raise myself up off the couch a bit to see where she was pointing. The duffel bag and pile of clothes was still on the floor just beneath the arm of the couch. I collapsed back onto the cushions. “Yep.” “Didn’t really know her that well. Saw her a few times. She didn’t show at the council meetings until the last month, and I don’t think she was game. Took her longer than it took you guys to realize you can go out and maybe not die.”

Not to be that annoying guy that makes everything about shipping but what if they had a doomed Yuri moment. I know Maggie killed her. That's a pro not a con

Speaking of

“Maggie Holt is the one who orchestrated the attack on your cousin, Molly Walker. She had command of several goblins and ordered them to strike her and leave her alive. She did it at our behest, in exchange for small favors, gifts of power and offers of knowledge.”

Highlighting to myself the "leave her alive portion" that could mean the goblins didn't listen. That Molly simply bled out after the goblins left, or that someone else did the killing blow. Interesting phrasing and I wish literally anyone asked for more details

“Doesn’t count, or we’d be lying every passing second. Blake, she wasn’t even a person to me. They talked her up, big bad diabolist who didn’t know what she was doing. I only really talked to her after I ordered the attack, saw how she wasn’t doing anything except defending herself, and I realized what I’d done. I tried to call it off, but it doesn’t work that way.”

How long was the attack??? Multiple days?? Just one night???? Many a question left unanswered about Molly Walker

Okayyy cutting off liveblogging here I have a lot of feelings about Maggie backstory but not a ton of thoughts phrased into sentences about it

Also I have like five more chapters to finish annotations for oops. I might run through three pretty quick I have a lot more to say about 4 and 5

[lexxiie]

Can you do one about spanking the jjk boys????? Lots of love!

WHEN YOU SPANK THEM

I actually already did this, however I didn't particularly like the last one, so I figured a part 2 wouldn't hurt.

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji.

SATORU GOJO

Isn't Satoru the funniest boyfriend on earth? He's soooo funny, it's absolutely wonderful, isn't it? No. Not when the jokes are always at your expense. It really isn't funny when he's the only one laughing, which is usually the case.

Having time with him to go on dates or just to hang out is great, you don't get to have him all to yourself all that often, but sometimes you wonder what it would be like to take a break from him once you actually are together.

As you walk through the mall, staring at some clothes you liked, Satoru jumps out from somewhere behind you while screaming "boo!"... For the 11th time today. You don't really mind him scaring you, the problem is how embarrased you feel after screaming out loud every single time, and that embarrasment is exactly what he finds funny about the whole thing.

You decided it had been enough, that you deserved revenge. What could possibly embarrass the man before you? Probably nothing, but you had to try. As he picked the clothes you liked before and headed to pay for them, you went quietly right behind him. You knew that it was impossible to take him by surprise, he obviously knew you were behind him, but he never expects anything dangerous of you, so he doesn't make an effort to pay attention any further than that. When he grabs the bag full of newly payed clothes, you smack his ass as hard as you can, making sure everyone heard. "Thanks, love!" you scream as his head slowly turns to you in utter disbelief. The cashier is in complete shock, and so is everyone who witnessed that. After Satoru recovered from the whole thing, he looked at you with a smiled that symbolized a declaration of war.

KENTO NANAMI

You can't really think of anyone who has ever cared for you the way Kento does. You have never had to wonder wether he loves you or not, you just know he does and have always known. You truly could not be any happier than you are with him, not even if you tried.

He does everything he can to make you happy, and you truly appretiate it. However, he can be too serious sometimes, so you try to ease him from time to time, remind him that it's okay to relax.

He obviously takes his job very seriously, and for the last couple of weeks, he had been very busy, which is why you decided that you were gonna convince him of having a date night as soon as he came home. The moment you heard the door open, you ran to Kento's arms, almost tumbling him down. He got worried at first, thinking that something might have happened to you, but you quickly let him in on your brilliant idea involving a date.

The sorcerer looked at you apologetically, explaining to you that he wanted to sleep early tonight in order to wake up early tomorrow. His comment was not appreciated by you at all, obviously. As he turned his back to you to place his coat in the closet next to the door, you spanked him as hard as you could. Why? you were not so sure, but you did. He turned to look at you with the most shocked expression you had ever seen on his face, but you stayed firm and decided to take advantage of his confusion. "You will go out with me tonight" you demanded. It was clearly not a question anymore. Kento looked at you for a little while, before smiling, still confused. "As you wish, darling."

GETO SUGURU

You were truly so sad. Your day had been going sooo well... Until some guy asked for your number right in front of Geto. Now he was throwing a tantrum, walking ahead of you on the street, as if he hadn't come with you. You knew that he wasn't being serious about it, but you also knew that deep down he was a bit upset that you didn't slap the guy and recited your wedding vows too. A simple "No, I have a boyfriend" wasn't enough for him.

"Come on, Geto!" You yelled, urging him to come back and go on with your date, but he continued walking with his arms crossed, pretending that he didn't hear a sound. "Did you expect me to spit at him back there?" You asked him, letting him know how absurd his behaviour was. "Yes! You failed me!" The man yelled back, still commited to his useless tantrum.

You were tired now, then, the best idea ever crossed your mind. You aproached him quietly, and once you were close enough, You smacked him hard enough to make a loud sound, making Geto stop on his tracks. It took him a little while to finally look at you, with a surprised smile on his face. "Did you just spank me?" He asked in disbelief. "Well, that's what you do when a child is being unreasonable" you answered with confidence. A mischevious smile appeared on his face all of a sudden. "Yeah, exaclty."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

You recently got the best pair of pants ever, they made your butt look huge, you absolutely loved them. The only person that could possibly love them more than you did, was toji.

Whenever you had them on, he couldn't help but spank your ass quite often through the day. It's not like that bothered you... At least not the first 15 times, though you must admit, it was becoming a bit annoying now.

You were both watching a movie, cuddling together, but after a while, your hand was grasping air as you went in to grab more popcorn, so it was time to go get more. You broke away from Toji's grip as you got up from the couch, but before you could get too far, a light smack took you out of your thoughts. Enough.

Pretendig like nothing happened, you microwaved more popcorn and yelled Toji's name, claiming you needed some help. He got to the kitchen rather quickly and poured more water for both of you, while he was facing away, you reunited all the strength your body had in the palm of your hand, spanking Toji quite hard. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, but soon broke into laughter. "How cute" he pointed out, it didn't take him long to chase you all over the house, planning on getting revenge.

For those who read the manga and want to feel even more angst, I recommend: When you have a nightmare, where I almost predicted the future.

[cceanvvaves]

another chance; p.jh

(moved to isanggayfrog) warning: none

"kids, am i right?" you say, trying to look casual as you leaned against the wall with a drink in your hand.

you'd been watching the woman ever since she entered the restaurant. no, you weren't trying to be a creep, you just noticed that she had a child with her. of course, there was nothing wrong with that exactly, but she looked so tired and worn out that you wanted to do something.

so when she left the place with her son crying, you turned to the waiter. "excuse me," you call one over to your table. "that woman who just left with her son. could you tell me her order?"

he gave you a funny look. "uh, i'm not sure i'm supposed to-"

"no, no," you cut him off, taking out your credit card, "i'll pay for her. and myself. i'm done."

the woman returned shortly, her son asleep in her arms. she returned him to his car seat and, although her face was weary, her eyes were full of love. you took your chance to approach her.

now, she glances at you, her hand automatically reaching for her sleeping son's hand in a protective manner. oh wow, her eyes.

"i mean," you add hastily, not wanting her to understand it wrong, "they're cute and all, but sometimes they can be a bit much." you punctuate your sentence with a small laugh, trying to sound friendly, but her expression remains unchanged. you sigh. "i'm not doing a very good job, am i?"

"what do you want?" she half-snaps.

you understood why she was wary. after all, who wouldn't be if a random person in a long, black coat suddenly just talked to you? "i noticed you and your son earlier," you explain. "i.. volunteer at my sister's preschool, so i know a thing or two about kids."

the woman evidently relaxes. "yes..." she says softly, looking fondly once again at her child. "i don't know what's wrong, sometimes. maybe it's because he's a little lonely. it's just me and him, after all."

"where's his father?" you blurt out, not thinking. she scowls again, the aura surrounding her turning hostile. you mumble out a quick apology, but she waves it off.

"it's alright. when he found out i was pregnant, he just disappeared. we weren't married yet, but engaged and were about to in a few weeks. he's a coward," she added, "for leaving. maybe he wasn't ready for fatherhood, but that doesn't mean he had to abandon his son completely, does it?"

"i completely agree," you nod. "your son is adorable. it's obvious he has your genes." whoops. hope she doesn't think you're hitting on her.

she blushes anyway, so you keep going. "if i may, i would suggest he tried going to my sister's school. she's a wonderful teacher, and the children are well-behaved."

"i'll think about it...?" you notice her words end in a question mark, and you grin.

"y/n. i'm y/n."

"i'm jihyo. nice to meet you."

"nice to meet you, too, miss jihyo. please, think about my offer."

"of course."

you sent her a playful salute and she smiles, walking up to the counter. but the cashier says, "your meal has been paid for, ma'am." she looks around for you, but only sees the tip of your coat flash out of sight.