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[kotoal1011]

Hi hi!! I have a message for you!

Hello darling, I hope you've been well.

I've come to wish you happy holidays. May this new year give me enough strength to protect you and enough warmth so that I can show you how much you matter to me.

I truly thank you for being in my life and seeing me for who I am. I shall never forget your kindness and care, you've made my soul feel at home whenever I'm near you.

I promise to always take care of you and keep you safe. You will always be my number one priority, no matter what. I love you more than life itself.

Kotoko.

I'M MELTING AAAA THIS IS MORE THAN WHAT MY HEART CAN HANDLE,,,

I love you so much Ko.toko, I know you'll always be there for me to keep me safe no matter what <3<3<3

[nomairuins]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[800db-cloud]

Hello hihi!! Lately I've gotten into Pizza Tower and every time I search up Pizza Tower fanart for some inspo, your art always seems to pop up! Just wanted to say your PT art is a big inspo for me and I love your art It's very cool and nice to look at!!:D Soory for rambling sdksjkkjs

that is so so sweet and aauuhg… tysm that really does mean a lot to me 🥹

[triona-tribblescore]

Hello, trionaaa

I decided to make you cry :3

*clears throat*

Triona, my mutual. I love your art and animation. Your art inspired me to draw and your animations are so beautiful and pretty that it makes me want to try making animations. I thought I was dreaming the time you followed me back on my first account. I love your humor as well, your so fun to talk with. I always get smile everytime your online, your just so incredible, I just wish I can hug you!!

I love you so much, Triona!!! /p

DIONAAAAAA IM SOBBING- STOP OMG-WHY ARE YOU SO SWEET :'((( <3333 Audibly SOBBED when I read this, oh my god. Thank you for all the absolutely beautiful words it made my whole day. Hugging you so much virtually I promise, I can't wait to see where all your art and wonderful oc's will go :') and your animations if you do end up making any!!!! I bet they will be so so amazing

sending luv your way <333

[sunrizef1]

big reputation pt 2

Pairing: Logan Sargeant x Reader, Max Verstappen x ex!reader

Warnings: Cursing

Authors note: sorry this took so long bbgs

Pt 1 Pt 3

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alex_albon

Friend???

Yeah, real fucking funny

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Get out of my DMs

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lilymhe

“Friend”?

Girl that's the love of your life

“Not because he owns me but because he rly knows me” or whatever

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Ah I love him 😍

lilymhe

Trust me, i know

I've seen more than I want to

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fernandoalo_official

friend?

Querida, ese hombre te ama.

yourusername

You're the third person to comment on the “friend” thing

fernandoalo_official

Porque las únicas personas que no saben que os queréis son ciegas 😂

translation: (Friend? Darling, that man loves you) (you're the third person to comment on the friend thing) (because the only people who don't know you love each other are blind)

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logansargeant

Friend???

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Oh my god

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oscarpiastri

I don't appreciate being cut out of this picture

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Are you my boyfriend or his teammate

oscarpiastri

I'm his friend 😔

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you'll get an Insta story the day Im in your garage for race day

oscarpiastri

But you'd never be in my garage

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Well 🤷‍♀️

oscarpiastri

Damn 😔

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logansargeant

DELETE DELETE DELETE

THEYRE GONNA FIGURE OUT THATS ME AND BURN ME AT THE STAKE

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LMFAO

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yourusername guys!!!! Ive seen the support on reputation and after the year I’ve had, I’m so grateful for every person that’s listened to and supported the album. As a little present for your support, I’m going on tour!!! This is only leg 1, so if there isn’t a show near you, look out for leg 2 after this one, we’ll be visiting several more countries and cities! Tickets go on sale tomorrow at 10 AM, I can’t wait to see you all on the Reputation Stadium Tour!!! 🖤🖤🖤

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user1 YESSSSSS LETS GO

user2 omg I’m gonna be back in the trenches of Ticketmaster again

user3 I need to hear don’t blame me in a packed stadium plssss

user4 no KC????

yourusername we’ll be in kc on leg 2 100%!!!

user4 LFG!!!! Tysm bae

user5 damn she loves Vegas doesn’t she

user6 the most random schedule ever lmfao

user7 she’s going to Austria!!!! No one ever goes to Austria!!!

user8 this is the first tour I’ve seen that isn’t just entirely American cities lmfao

user9 there’s like actual European cities instead of just London lol

user10 I think I recognize the order of some of these stops…

user11 Baku is so random lmfao

user12 why does she go back and forth to the us like 4 times??? 😭

charles_leclerc can’t wait!!!!

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user13 she’s coming to Hungary 😍

logansargeant this schedule looks a bit familiar 🤔

yourusername wonder why that is 🤷🏻‍♀️

user14 these tickets are gonna be so hard to get

landonorris so which show are we all going too then

oscarpiastri from the looks of it, we could go to all of them

landonorris I might not go that far 😅

logansargeant I will 🫡

lewishamilton my votes for London n1

carlossainz I say Madrid

fernandoalo_official how about both

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user15 I live in France but I will be buying tickets to Madrid and London in hopes of seeing the drivers

user16 OHHHH ITS THE F1 SCHEDULE

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📍Toronto, Canada

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yourusername Toronto you were absolutely electric for opening night of the Reputation Tour!!! I’m in awe of how many of you came out to support the show and I hope it lived up to your expectations! It was also nice to see some friends come out to support before their race this weekend 🫶. Thank you so much Toronto, I’ll see you guys again for Night 3!

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user17 WAIT THIS IS SO CUTE

user18 the show was so good!!!!!

user19 did yall see all the drivers hanging out in the vip tent 😭

user20 y/n kept pointing at the tent during every love song 😭😭😭

user21 it was so amazing!

landonorris what is that picture of me, I do not remember that

yourusername it’s from when your flight landed at two am and you both showed up to soundcheck at 6 am

landonorris and you decided to post that one???

yourusername it’s the only picture I have where you’re not wearing McLaren merch 🤷‍♀️

user22 wait Oscar and Lando showing up to soundcheck is kind of adorable

fernandoalo_official it was very good chica!!

yourusername thank you Nando!!!

user23 that picture of Alex and Lily is so cute

lilymhe it was so amazing, I’m so glad the schedule happens to line up so I can go to more shows!!! 🫶

yourusername you can have a reserved spot in the vip tent lils ❤️

lilymhe 😭🫶

user24 why is Logan tagged on the microphone slide??? He’s not in the slideshow but he’s tagged???

user25 slide 8 is 100% him but she just didn’t tag him, I know it

lewishamilton this is Lewis Hamilton erasure

yourusername ahhhh I’m sorry lew! I don’t have a good picture of you at the show where you’re not out of focus!

lewishamilton this is what happens when I let Fernando take pictures. Guess I’ll just have to go to more shows until I make the slideshow 🤔

yourusername you’re welcome any time, it was great to have you 🫶

user25 slide 8 is so cute 😭

logansargeant so good 😍

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user26 now why did Logan have the least to say out of anyone 🙄

user27 I’m convinced it’s because they’re sitting next to each other right now

alex_albon lilys now obsessed with the show so I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of us during leg 1

yourusername don’t act like you didn’t have fun as well

alex_albon oh I definitely did, I’ll have to start planning new reputation themed outfits to match the crowd

yourusername the bleached hair would match perfectly

charles_leclerc me and Alex had a wonderful time, thank you so much for inviting us!!!

yourusername it was so great to have you both supporting the show!

alexandrasaintmleux it was beautiful, mon chou!

yourusername tysm Alex ❤️

user28 all the drivers in the comments 😭

oscarpiastri Lando cried

landonorris no I didn’t stfu

yourusername there’s pictures lan

landonorris New Year’s Day is just so heartwarming 😔

yourusername dw lan, there’s also pictures of Oscar crying

oscarpiastri you know why I cried 😔 I’m just empathetic for his happiness 🙄

user29 “I’m empathetic for his happiness” okay so that’s about Logan and you can’t tell me otherwise

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lewishamilton

Honored to make it into the slideshow 🫶

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lol you’re welcome lew

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alex_albon

Why do you have a picture of me asleep

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guess

alex_albon

Lily?

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Of course

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georgerussell

I’m going to be completely honest

I was completely black out

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I could tell

Not offended

georgerussell

Hey I do remember the giant snake though

this just means I’ll have to go to more shows and remember those ones

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You and Carmen are always welcome

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landonorris

Thank you?

Not sure to reply to the small-ass text

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dw the lmfao wasn’t about you

landonorris

Yeah, I assumed lmao

Glad I could avenge you 🫡

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[velvetreds]

Can you do 🐙💍💐🍺 with Inumaki? 🎀🎀

here u go !! my handwriting is actually much better btw.

yes this is a confession — toge inumaki x gn!reader

wc <1000 || event

cws: swearing, one mention of death threats, gn reader

arranged marriage is not something you particularly adore. thankfully, you're able to pull things around enough for your husband to be your friend, toge inumaki.

he's a bit of a freak but at least he's nice and not like the weird guys from other clans..

totally the type to buy you flowers "for his beautiful spouse xx"

if you remind him it's an arranged marriage he'll be like, so?? it's for show, dude. (it isn't)

after the wedding he goes to yuta's and ugly cries cause you look so perfect and he's literally in love with you

he leaves colourful sticky notes around the house with cute messages; "what a nice friend!" you think at first

it feels weird to actually fall for him after the two of you get married

you being as oblivious you are, feel extremely guilty for this "one-sided" thing

you start regarding him completely differently

has he always looked this good in everything

he lets you borrow all his clothes — whatever you want, it's yours from the moment you lay your eyes on it

"if we're a married couple, might as well let you have the perks too."

text to speech is a godsend

one night the two of you are lying in bed (with an awkward amount of space between the two of you) when you're overcome with an unusually high amount of guilt. you roll over onto your side to look at him. he's still awake, staring outside at the stars. before you can say anything, he types something out on his phone — really fast — and gives it to you. the bright light hurts your eyes, and you have to squint to read the words.

shootimg star mkae a wisj

your eyes trace the stars path as you murmur a wish, propping yourself up on one elbow to get a better look. inumaki looks detached, distant as he — you assume — makes his wish, too.

"what did you wish for," says the monotonous voice of the text to speech app.

"i can't tell you," you reply. "my wish won't come true that way."

he shakes his head obstinately.

"it's just us here, so it's fine," says text to speech.

"i wished for you to get your happily ever after," you confess finally. "i took away any hope you had of a proper relationship, and—"

"shut the fuck up," the monotone voice tells you, and toge is scrambling up to switch the lamp on and scribble something on one of the post-its from the pile that you consistently keep refilling every day. he shoves it unceremoniously into your hands, and it takes all of thirty seconds for the words to register in your brain.

"what the fuck, are you serious right now?"

he grins awkwardly at your reaction, not knowing if it's a positive response or not, but then a moment later, it all becomes clear.

timeskip :3

tysm for reading n following !

love,

hyena

[all444miles]

— JERSEY LUV PT.3

— pairing: e42!miles x blackcoded!fem!reader — genre: fluff, barely suggestive — summary: the attractive things Miles does that makes you fold. — a/n: I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHILE N IM SORRYY, i lowk got writers block n just couldn’t be bothered, but SHES BACKKK AND TYSM FOR 800?? RAHH ILYASM !! this is lowk a bday present for me (its my bday when this posts) but ANYWAYSS enjoy! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

part 1 part 2 !

MILES MORALES that cuddles and kisses you almost immediately after he’s come back after a long day of missing you (he’s always missing you.)

“Princesa, I missed you like crazy. Now c’mereee, lemme kiss you.”

MILES MORALES that matches his jordans with you. Whether you're a jordan person or not, you’re putting it on with a matching bapes hoodie, and you better not crease em 😭🙏🏾

MILES MORALES that sends voice notes instead of messages. You two could just be talking through text and he just randomly sends a voice note. Do you fold? Absolutely.

MILES MORALES that kisses your hand when you two are out on a date. What can I say? He’s a hardcore romantic.

MILES MORALES who told his mama all about you (he is whipped) when you two first started dating, and when you first came over his mom was sure to let you know.

“So you must be Miles’ girlfriend? ¡Habla tanto de ti!” (He talks so much about you!) “Mama, please–” “He always goes on about what stuff you like, and how gorgeous you are, it’s so sweet.” “Mama, me estás matando ahora mismo.” (Mama, you are killing me right now.)

that cuddles and kisses you almost immediately after he’s come back after a long day of missing you (he’s always missing you.)

“Princesa, I missed you like crazy. Now c’mereee, lemme kiss you.”

MILES MORALES who’s love language is words of affirmation. This man is all about telling you how much he loves you, and he’ll write paragraphs just to show how much he does.

MILES MORALES who has you as his wallpaper. Honestly, he has you as his everything.

MILES MORALES that pokes his tongue into the corner of his mouth when he’s trying to think. He does so much that he doesn’t even realise he does it. You do though, and it makes you weak every time.

MILES MORALES who does act tough in public, but behind closed doors, he’s the kind ets all sad when you don’t greet him with a kiss.

“¿Ay, qué hice, mi vida? I ain’t gettin’ a kiss today? Did I get you mad?”

tagslist: @seraaphicss @laaailuh @hiimayee @onginlove @laylasbunbunny @arielliio @milesmolasses @missusmorales @thatgirlmiah @paraccosm @tinkerbelle05 @fictarian @zalayni @whitejasmine @444morales @writings-ofthe-heart @m4rihrts

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

likes, reblogs, comments and asks are always appreciated !

[sexydoffyman]

please Just ignore this message if the request makes you uncomfortable.

can i have a fluffly reader with s3xu4l 4bus3 tr4uma x konig? just idk, no smut tho, thank you. id really appreciate that.

if it makes you uncomfortable even responding to this request just delete it, its okay, ill understand. if not, id really appreciate if you answered and told me if this made u uncomfortable and you preferred rejecting this request, so i can know if its going to be done or not.

tysm either way 🫂

SAFE

genre: fluff, angst

characters: König

A/N: here ya go🐙

You sat in a shower. You heard him call but ignored him. You were staring into the shower curtain. You felt dirty. You were trying to clean yourself up desperately. That’s what you’ve been doing for two hours. The water bill must’ve been up in the skies now, but you couldn’t even think of that.

König tried to get to you through your phone twenty times. You could’ve been asleep, but he knows you are a light sleeper. He thinks that he’s panicking for no reason. He hopes that he’s only overthinking it. He hopes you forgot your phone while you went out. He’s desperate.

You are washing yourself constantly with his 3 in 1 shampoo. It was the closest thing to you. You are crying in your shower, unable to comprehend what just happened. You feel hopeless. He is in his car, driving well past the speed limit while dialling your number for the twenty-first time.

You don’t know what to do as your world crashes down on you. You try to calm down, failing over and over again.

He’s running up the stairs of your apartment. He is so glad that you gave him a spare key. He opened the door and in one swift motion ran inside your apartment. The sound of water droplets hitting the shower floor was the first thing he noticed.

He felt his shoulders ease a bit. Walking into the shower, his eyes met with yours. As one of his problems left his mind, another appeared. He started to wonder for how long you’ve been in the shower. After opening the door, he stopped to look at you. He saw it in your eyes. The way you looked at him, he understood that something happened.

You put your head in between your knees and wept. He unfroze from his position and turned the shower off. You were covered in small bubbles from the shampoo, fingers wrinkled, eyes red. He picked you up into his embrace. You usually relaxed in his arms, but this time something felt different. He sensed it from you.

No words were exchanged. He put a towel over your cold body and picked you up once again. He put you on your bed and patted the towel to get you a bit dry. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked you. You didn’t respond. You only looked at him. You put your head on his arm, making him lie next to you. He understood the sign and put your blanket over you. You fell asleep immediately, finally relaxing.

In the morning, he questioned you properly. He didn’t report anything to the police. No, he wanted to take care of things himself. After he got all of the information he needed, he took care of you. Like he always did. The man could wait. You couldn’t.

He treated you to a nice breakfast. Then took you to bed right after. It was only with him that you felt right. You felt a bit more clean. After you drifted asleep, he went after the man.

Be assured, the guy will never forget the night he made his worst mistake.

[liiixsturniolos]

I love you sooo much <3 and i have a request. Could you do one where reader has a fan account for chris and chris likes one of her posts and then he becomes a lwk stalker cause her real account is linked to her fan account and he thinks that shes really pretty? Idk what else to happen next but ive always wanted to read one like this. Sorry if its confusing or long

TYSM! OFC! here u go!

౨ৎ Who is she? ౨ৎ

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: fluff, "y/n"

I think some dividers are from @bernardsbendystraws !! <3

Chris scrolls through his phone absently and bored.

He stopped at a video about himself from a fan account.

He thought it was funny, liked it, and sent it to Matt and Nick. While he's still giggling at the video, he swiped onto the account to see more videos, and saw another account linked to the bio.

He clicks it out of curiosity.

A video pops up of a girl lipsyncing.

His eyes widen, and a flush of blood runs through his face, making him blush. "Damn.." he whispers to himself. She's gorgeous.

He finds himself scrolling down the rest of the videos, watching every one and wondering who she is.

He looks over at the time realising its now 1am and he's been scrolling through her account for an hour.

"Shit I should go to sleep." He mumbles to Nick sat next to him on the couch.

"Okay, Goodnight." Nick replies

Chris picks his phone up and hits follow on the girls account, and strolls into his room.

in the morning:

Chris wakes up and drowsily wanders over to his bathroom sink, brushing his teeth and washing his face sleepily.

"Chris! I made breakfast if you want some!" Matt shouts

Chris grabs his phone from his bedside and walks upstairs.

While eating he can't stop thinking about the girl he followed on TikTok last night, so he goes to check her account. hoping she's posted another video for him to gaze at.

He sees she's followed him back. His heart races. He decides to message her.

"Hi." He sends. He stares at his phone for a minute, waiting for her response.

"Hey!" You message him back. You were so shocked when he'd followed you.

Chris panics for a second, then writes a text back.

"I just wanted to say you're really pretty."

You smile at the message, he's so sweet.

"Thank you." You write back with a heart.

Chris is practically grinning from ear to ear at his phone now.

"Np." He writes.

Later, you decide to make a tiktok at a party with your friends. You post a video of yourself lip-syncing to a frank ocean song. Within 5 minutes, Chris liked it, and commented "pretty."

You blush looking at the comment. And reply, "Ty! Stalker much?"

2 hours later you finally get into bed, your feet aching from all the dancing, you yank your heels off and throw them onto the floor, turning on your phone you see a message from Chris.

"Hey." he wrote

"Hi," You put

"So can I have your number gorgeous?" He asked you.

You blush at your phone, of course he can.

You say yes, and send your number to him.

part 2? comment if you want it!

[bdayangel]

౨ৎ welcome to bday angel ౨ৎ

﹝ ♡ . ⺌ ┈ 📽️ you’re probably wondering why you’re tagged or what exactly the purpose of this account is so pls keep reading to understand !

﹝ ♡ . ⺌ ┈ 🧁 so basically i created this account as a space for all and every mb creator to submit their bdays in so that the account can keep track and post upcoming bdays so that others can see it and wish them and make them feel appreciated and even gift them if youre friends :D

its just a way to have some fun on your own as well as others special day ! + the acc will also wish them ofc :)

﹝ ♡ . ⺌ ┈ 🍰 so i’d rlly appreciate it if u guys follow to keep updated w the bdays + message your own bday <3 and reblog/tag more ppl but thats only if u want and not necessary. i will be tagging as many ppl as i can that i am aware of from the mb community but ofc its possible for me to forget so let someone know if they arent here ! tysm for reading sweeties

[sweetboopy]

boyfriend!ony is definitely the type of man to face time you 24/7 if you’re ever away for a long period of time, such as a girls trip! anytime you leave he always finds himself counting the days until you come back. he stays constantly checking his messages, and thinks about you all day long. it gets so bad this man is practically yearning for you.

when it gets closer to the end of the day, when he knows your not busy! he gets so ecstatic to press that facetime button in order to get hear your, as he would say “pretty ass voice” voice on the phone, and see your cute face :3

boyfriend!ony whose voice is smooth and low “hey..baby can you hear me?” he leans in closer to the screen, soaking up every second of seeing you! ony loves to compliment you, so you know he has to tell you everything he loves about you every second. “show me that beautiful face, mama”.

just the sound of your voice has boyfriend!ony mesmerized, mans is practically under a spell. as you start telling him about your day he is listening very intently, and you suddenly start hearing deep breaths heavy breathing from your phone. just a sign of how much ony misses you!

when you ask ony what’s wrong he just brushes it off not wanting to disrupt you on your girls trip, how sweet..! but ony can’t hold back forever :(

ony who starts whispering, and telling you how much he needs you. “need you mama..can’t wait to have you back here..”, “you don’t know what you do to me baby”.

ony who now starts lowering the phone to his fat ass dick, slaps it in camera.. “baby come home so you can put that pretty ass pussy on me..mm”

thank you if you took the time to read this its my first drabble!! feedback is appreciated tysm guys :3 this might flop but oh well..

divider creds: @bloodibambiidoll

[xervn]

like a french girl 🎨

part 3 - french girl | art major ellie x dance major reader

last chapter | next chapter

ao3 link

summary: ellie had been struggling with finding the perfect model for her art final. that was until she saw you.

18+ MDNI | 3.8k words | slow burn(?), mutual pining, loser ellie, recreational drug use (weed)

a/n: this took so long because im an intp AND a taurus *makes excuses for myself* also tysm to everyone who commented on the last chapter ur amazing and ily ♥

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Ellie’s in nothing but her underwear, legs criss-crossed on her navy comforter; holding a joint between her lips as she tunes the strings of her maple wood guitar. It’s a lazy Saturday, the one day out of seven where Ellie isn’t constantly tormented by homework and art projects.

These days are practically therapeutic for her. Being able to strum her fingers against the nylon strings and relish in the relaxing, skunky smell of cannabis can fix all of her problems. Minus one, of course: getting to know you better. 

For now, she’s at peace with doing nothing, that is until a loud ding goes off and the brightness of her phone flashbangs her otherwise dim-lit room. She scowls, exhaling a puff from her lungs as she reaches over for the device. Ellie has friends, but she’s no social butterfly. Her phone is usually dry, especially on weekends. Jesse is definitely with Dina, so unless it's serious; there’s no reason for her to be getting a text. 

Naturally, her scowl deepens when she reads that the number is unknown. 

???: hii

ellie: wrong number

She opts to toss her phone away, but the next message throws her off track. 

you: it’s — !

Ellie’s eyes widen at her screen like your name is a hypnotic spiral. She can feel her heart swelling well within her chest, and she’s left wondering if the weed she’s smoking is laced or if she somehow manifested you. Ellie quickly transfers her blunt in one hand and her phone in the other, straining her thumb trying to type as fast as she can to you. 

ellie: oh hdy! 

ellie: hey*

you: dina gave me ur number, i hope that’s okay 

ellie: yeah ofc it is :-)

ellie: i was planning on giving it to you

Ellie typed that half-lie slowly, weighing how true it really was as she pressed send. It was on her plan of things she’d like to do before dying, but even then she doesn’t think she would ever gain the courage. 

you: oh thank god

you: i thought i might be intruding 🙁

ellie: never, what’s up?

you: can i ask you something?

ellie: yes of course aks me anythign

ellie: ask* anything* shut sorry

ellie: SHIT

you: lmao are you okay??

ellie: yeah… forget about that, ask away

you: well i was wondering if you could help me study? im failing my anatomy class..

you: if u can’t it’s okay though!

A sheepish grin spreads across Ellie’s face, as she thinks about all the scenarios that could lead to. To think she’d finally have an excuse to see you after weeks of hoping, of praying for the opportunity. You asked her for help instead of taking other options, especially considering how much easier it would’ve been for you to. 

ellie: its no problem, id be glad to help :-)

you: really?? ur a lifesaver els, tysmm

you: when are you free?

ellie: Right now.

ellie: or whenever .

you: let’s meet at the library in 20?

Almost instantly, Ellie’s excitement warps into anxiety. She wasn’t particularly ready to see you and twenty minutes doesn’t seem like nearly enough time to get her shit together. She thought you’d ignore her impulsive desperation of “right now” and set plans for a later date, but, alas, you didn’t.

Ellie rubs her forehead with her blunt holding hand, trying to scratch the itch of her worries away with just her pinky and thumb. Despite her increasing knowledge of you over the past few weeks, she was still incredibly nervous to be around you. 

Ellie takes one final hit of her joint before snuffing it out in a doob tube on her nightstand. She sets her guitar against her bed and nearly falls off trying to get up in a rush, even though she has more than enough time to get ready. 

She stumbles around the room to put something on, settling with a gray hoodie and a pair of jeans. She attempts to keep her balance as she hastily shoves each leg through her pants; simultaneously eyeing around her room in an attempt to remember where exactly she put her anatomy textbooks. 

Ellie hears a familiar ding from her bed and she snaps towards it to pick up her phone, peering at the screen.

you: ellie?

Ellie curses under her breath, scolding herself for forgetting to text you back. She taps on the keyboard, quickly making sure she doesn’t manage another typo before hitting send.

ellie: sorry! yeah i’ll see you in twenty!

you: awesome :) 

—

You weren’t ready to see Ellie either, you figured, since it took you hours to actually text her. You made up far-fetched scenarios with the worst outcomes; the one where she immediately deletes your number tormented you for quite a while. Now you’re trudging across campus to meet her, internally at war with your mixed emotions. On one hand you get to hang out with a cute girl and on the other you’re hanging out with a really cute girl. Alone. Zero friends around. 

There’s a chance you two might not have anything to talk about. You guys are only mutual friends after all. Even if you guys somehow manage to start a conversation, what if she comes to not like you by the end of it, or vice versa? Not to mention the window incident you’re both hoping the other forgot. 

You hesitate in your steps as you reach the library doors. It’d only take a few seconds to spin around and walk back, but how could you leave her there? You thoughtlessly chew on your lip, eyes worriedly shifting around. 

You can’t recall any moment you’ve been so anxious about meeting up with a girl before. Not once, not even in a distant memory. You’ve always been the bolder one in your endeavors. The fact that Ellie is the only girl to make you feel this way has to mean something. You slowly pace in front of the doors in an attempt to dissipate your worries, nodding to your inner thoughts and ignoring the probable concerned stares in the distance. You’re the one who invited her, so you’re gonna stick it the fuck through. You couldn’t bail before testing the waters, you’d never forgive yourself.

So you barge into the building, letting the cool air hit your face from the swinging doors; granting you a waft of leather and drying ink. The building was decorated with freakishly tall dark wood bookshelves; so high, there were beige ladders in place to reach the top shelves. As expected, it was quiet, empty and definitely overfunded. Studying has never been your forte and you’ve never stepped in this building; save for a few dance history books. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case for everyone else. Thankfully, one pro definitely outweighs those cons. Ellie was going to help you study. Ellie is the reason you’re here at all.

You tidy up your outfit that you diligently put together and roam farther into the library, trying to hold down a smile that’s impossible to hold down. In fact, it completely takes over your face. You need to simmer down your giddiness before you start skipping around. You purse your lips and briefly steady your eyes on the dark, olive carpeted floor ahead of you. 

You head towards the front desk that’s just a sunken step away with the intention of asking for directions to the study hall. An older lady is sitting there, glowering with obvious annoyance definitely because of your loud entry. It’s been ages since you’ve been in the library— your failing grade proves that— and clearly you’ve forgotten all the rules with it.

A flash of guilt passes through you and you force an apologetic smile. She returns it with a grunt and you immediately redirect yourself further into the library; aimlessly in search for the study hall. 

-

You’ve been walking around for a solid five minutes and you swear you’ve passed the same fantasy section a million times now. It’d be smart to text Ellie and tell her you’ll be late, but your ego won’t let you. 

The looming large, ornate bookshelves certainly don’t make it any easier for you to navigate around.

The question of why the school spent so much money on all this occupies your mind as you venture further. You make a turn around a corner you’ve definitely made before, and you sigh at the familiarity of the area in front of you. 

You keep pressing forward anyway, hoping you can manage a new route this time around.

Before you can make another turn, you’re interrupted by drowned footsteps behind you blending into your own, followed by a tap on your shoulder. You flinch at the sudden touch, sharply turning around only to see Ellie looking at you with a downward smile. 

“Lost?” She sarcastically presumes, her viridescent eyes taking in your shocked yet relieved expression. 

You fiddle with the straps of your backpack between your fingers, shyly glancing around you. “No, I was just… looking for more textbooks.” You nod sagely at your own words, as if you’re trying to convince yourself too.

“Oh? Next to—“ The auburn-haired girl squints at the shelf behind you before adorning a wide grin, “Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets?” 

Your brows raise and you follow her eyes onto the obviously fiction-filled bookcase. “Uh, yeah? I’ve got Professor Snape at four.” 

Ellie narrows her eyes at you in amused disbelief, trying not to laugh at your adorably dorky excuse.

Dramatically sighing in defeat, “Fuck, okay, you got me.” You say lowly, a bashful smile developing on your lips.  

“You passed the study hall five times. I counted.” Ellie goads.

You partially suppress your laugh, mindlessly giving her arm a light smack. “Oh, my god. Don’t tell me that!” 

She dotes on your laughter and your touch; whether it was intentional or not. Either way, she’s feeling good about herself now and her previous worries about this encounter floated away, and you could safely say the same. 

“It’s a good book though, we can go back and get it. No need to be shy about it.” Ellie quips.

“Shush!” 

—

With Ellie as your guide, the trip to the study hall was much easier than you made it out to be. You recognized the big glass windows you passed by often and when you stepped into it, you flushed with embarrassment. It was a direct contrast to the old-fashioned, mahogany colored library you’d been meandering around. 

Ellie really could’ve counted the times you walked by, and she really did. The first time, she thought you must’ve seen a friend and left to catch up with them. However, the second time around she realized you might be lost. 

She was going to text you and tell you to turn around, but she thought it was cute seeing you walk in circles, ignoring literally every sign in your way. By the fourth time, she could tell you thought you were in a time loop and she found it fucking hilarious. Someone like you, seemingly exceptional in everything but directions. The fifth time came and, of course, she decided she was being cruel and had to come help you herself. 

Ellie leads you to the desk where she’s set camp at, and the amount of books and paperwork makes you dizzy. “Jesus, Els. Are you teaching me the entire course?” 

She takes a seat before giving you an answer, “Well.. That depends on how bad you’re failing.” 

You take a seat across from her, setting your backpack on the floor before resting your forearms on the oak table. “My teacher said I was dumb as fuck and essentially called me a homophobic slur.” You’re exaggerating, obviously, but that was exactly what it felt like.

Ellie scoffs out a sound, unsure of whether to laugh or be offended for you. “Damn... It’s Bill, isn’t it? God, that guy is a fuckin’ prick.” She questions, clearly unsurprised by his actions.

You sit upright in your chair, relief shining through your words, “Yes! Is that his thing?” 

Ellie casually leans back, thinking back to when she was a student of his. “Oh, yeah. He’s a blunt guy, shitty filter,” She continues, and somehow you’re both meeting each other’s looks, “But he’s fair with his grades, n’ I know it doesn’t make it any better, but he has a husband. He’s just… old.. and grumpy.”

You try to consider that he is letting you retake a major grade. You guess you could appreciate that somewhat. “True... still, the comment was unprovoked. You must know him well though?” 

“Yeah, I took his class last year. We were at each other's throats about coursework n’ shit. Really hard to reason with that guy.” Ellie purposely leaves out the part where she was being unreasonable too, but only for the sake of storytelling, of course. “Then that summer, I saw him at a family gathering.” She finishes off with a dramatic shiver in disgust and you laugh at how endearing it was. 

“Anyways, his gaydar is somethin’ else. I can never tell.” She admits, carelessly waving a hand in the air. Ellie’s radar in particular is broken. Shattered, even. She can’t keep track of the amount of times she has stood in the shower, realizing a girl was flirting with her only days later. 

“Even with me?” 

“Even with you...” She speaks with artificial sadness and a slight sulk.

“Ouch… I’m wounded.” You fake a frown, slightly dropping your shoulders.

Ellie’s eyes fall to your nails; some suspiciously shorter than the others, and all painted in your favorite color. “But… that I know for sure, I can definitely tell.” Ellie comments.

 A swarm of butterflies suddenly parade your belly, and you shine a coy smile her way. “They’re not short because of that…” Your half-hearted attempt to defend yourself drips in the lightness of your voice.

Ellie briefly raises her eyebrows with a sly smile plastered on her face, folding her arms over her chest; which, unbeknownst to you, was to shield how hard her heart was thumping. She’s shocked she hasn’t turned into a pile of mush yet, probably thanks to her smoke session earlier.

“I’m serious! I keep my hands to myself.” You continue on, putting in a little effort in your voice for your defense this time. For the most part it is true, lately your mind has been on Ellie, and Ellie only. The thought of random flings didn't excite you, but she did. However, it wasn’t not true that you’ve had a fair share of hookups. You’re in an art school, how could you not? 

“C’mon, just yourself? I’m sure you've cared to share.” Ellie playfully pokes around you with her words; nonchalant and prone for a reaction. 

Your jaw slightly drops, making your head tilt to the side incredulously. “Wow. What makes you think that?”

Ellie unfolds her tattooed arm to rub her palm against the back of her neck, responding unexpectedly timid, “Hey, ‘m not blind. I know you’re popular.” 

You snicker at her explanation and shake your head. “They’re friends. You can be friends with girls even if you’re gay, Ellie.”

“Friends don’t touch you like that.” She notes with an uncharacteristically stern expression.

It surprises you for a second, but all it makes you wanna do is poke fun, tease her, and see where it’d go. “Like what?”

Ellie sighs, reluctantly explaining further, “Like they’ve touched you before.”

“Straight girls are touchy.” You shrug, purposefully ignoring what she tried to imply. 

The way you said it so matter-of-factly makes Ellie’s eyes roll. “You know I don’t mean it like– ugh, my judgment is usually fucked up, but that? That I can tell the difference with.” Ellie states with surety.

You narrow your gaze at her, a teasing grin forming on your lips. “What are you jealous or something?” 

“Of you or the girls?” 

“Oh, the girls were an option?” You playfully remark, but also with honest curiosity in how she’d answer. 

Ellie clears her throat and leans forward to place her textbooks into view, trying to hide the blush spreading across her features. She’s not doing a great job at it and you’d love to tease her some more, but you can settle with taking the win for now. 

—

Night crept up faster than you both anticipated, the ambient sounds of paper printing and carts rolling by were no longer prevalent. The only thing filling the room is the buzz of the light fixture above and the words you two exchange. The table is cluttered with Ellie’s open notes and some textbooks with neon page markers poking out the sides. It wasn’t organized by any means, but it was a mess you both found easy to work around. 

Surprisingly, Ellie is a great tutor. When she saw your paper, she didn’t make fun of you like you thought she would. Instead, she expressed how grating it is to remember all that crap and you shouldn’t give yourself a hard time over it. 

To help you memorize the muscles of the body, you guys settled on one area and made up silly rhymes for it. She tried to argue that brachiosaurus was perfect for brachialis even though it didn’t even rhyme. You even gave her the chance to pick a different one, but then she said brachyceratops with a mockingly straight face and you knew she couldn’t be trusted for the task anymore.

The air between you two wasn’t stuffy or silent like you feared it’d be. Ellie made you laugh, not in the breathy forced way you’ve unknowingly gotten used to making. 

She made sure you listened to her tips & tricks, made you review your mistakes so you wouldn’t repeat them again.

You hadn’t picked up your phone for anything other than to google things on the subject, and your ringer? Off. Your attention never strayed far from her. That made her undeniably nervous– sweaty, and hard for her to breathe normally, but she could  acknowledge how well she was doing.

Ellie’s head is dipped down to a paper you two were working on and you’re openly ogling, wondering how she’d look in a pair of glasses. Flipping through papers, tapping the back of a pen on her inviting lips. You tell yourself you snap back to reality before your mind strays any further. 

“If we keep this up, you’ll remember it all in no time” She encourages, eyes still glued on the paper. Secretly, she hopes it takes a little longer. Just a little.

“Thanks for helping me out, Els.” You say, face tilted into the palm of your hand. 

Ellie looks up from the paper to give you a smile, but she doesn’t hold her gaze for long. A millisecond later and her blush would have you thinking she had a sudden, terrible fever. 

“It’s no problem. It helps me out too.” Ellie points to the examples she sketched out for you with her pencil. She pauses before speaking again, trying to get rid of the sudden dryness in her mouth, “Can I ask you something?” 

Studying her expectantly, you lift your head off your hand. “Yeah?” 

Ellie fidgets with her pencil, trying to muster up courage. Her mouth feels dry trying to push out the words. “I’m also struggling with a class and uh,” she twirls her pencil in one hand, tucking a sliver of her hair behind her ear with the other, “I was wondering if you could be the model for my art final?” Her question came out whinier than she’d like it to, making her freckled-face wince. 

You can sense how nervous she is about asking, but you can’t place your finger on why she ever would be. This is the first time anyone has ever asked you something like this, so in your mind it’s nothing but exciting, especially coming from her. You can already imagine yourself sitting prettily still while Ellie studies you and paints long, fancy strokes on a yellow canvas. “Ellie, are you kidding? I’d love to.” 

Her lashes flutter in disbelief, “Really?”

“You’re helping me, so why not? It’s fair.”

“It’s kind of a weird thing to ask. I mean, we barely know each other.” Ellie murmurs, unaware that you have absolutely no idea what she’s on about. 

You lift a brow at her. “We will eventually, right? What’s weird about a portrait anyways?” 

“It’s not a portrait… Well, I guess it is–“ Ellie sighs into her palm, “I’m drawing you, but…” She cringes before she can finish her sentence. 

“A portrait in pencil? What am l missing?” You slowly question. 

“Think Titanic.” She grimaces as she waits for your reaction, trying not to bang her head on the table for picking Titanic of all movies. 

“Titanic? What does that have to do with…” Your voice trails off, quieting down so you can process what Ellie said. Think Titanic. It's hard for you to connect what the 1997 romance movie had to with this, but when it connected, it connected. The infamous drawing scene was memorable. You’re in awe, not quite sure how to react. 

“You don’t have to be fully… y’know..” Ellie insists. 

Your face is still unreadable, as if you're lost in thought, and it’s freaking her out. Too many what-ifs are going through her head, all of them gradually getting worse the longer you stay silent. She thinks she got too close to the sun when she had more than enough warmth. She's already preparing herself for rejection, worryingly scouting your face for a hint of revulsion; however, it never comes.

“Oh. Okay.” You calmly respond with a shrug, your face still unreadable; the only difference being a light smile. You could’ve thought about it longer, but you’re so flattered Ellie wants you to pose for her that you rather worry about it later. She wants to sketch your body onto paper. Yours. It sounds vulnerable and a little nerve wracking, but she’s your friend. A friend you have a crush on, sure, but you wouldn’t want to inconvenience her over it. Plus, you owe her now. Really, you’re purely being selfless. At least that’s what you’re telling yourself.

“Okay?” Ellie repeats to make sure she was hearing things right.

“Like I said, you’re doing this for me, so I’ll do it for you.” You reassure, gesturing around to the study session laid across the table. 

“Are you sure? You know I’ll still tutor you, even if you say no–”

“— Do you not want me to?” You pout your lips, hoping she hasn't changed her mind already.

“Are you shitting me? Of course I do. I just… didn’t expect you to say yes.” Ellie finally says, absolutely dumbfounded given her hand movements. 

You laugh melodically, “Didn’t think that far, huh?” 

“Nope.” She answers with a cute embarrassed smile, her blood rushing to her face. 

Your phone buzzes, probably a text or notification. You reach out and shove a few papers to the side to get to it before taking a look, only for your eyes to be drawn to the time. “Shit. It’s late. I think the library closes soon…” You murmur regretfully, feeling all too comfortable where you were.

Ellie presses her tongue against her cheek in annoyance, upset that time dared to pass by as fast as it did. “We should get going then, I guess.” She says dejectedly, not wanting to leave you just yet. 

You peep her suddenly gray aura and smile warmly towards her. “Can you walk me back to my dorms?”

She nods with subtle enthusiasm and pushes out of her seat, immediately packing all her belongings to join your side. “Yes! — I mean, sure. Yeah.”

—-

The lamp post lights are warm and waning, complimenting the shadows on both your faces. You two walk down the dark flagstone path towards the housing area, chatting about nothing. It’s nice to be able to spend a little more time with her before the night is over. Unfortunately, you guys were drawing closer and closer to your dorm and the feeling of loss came as quick as it left. 

“Hey, Els?” 

She glanced at you and hummed in response, giving you the signal to continue. “I was wondering if you were gonna be at some party tomorrow? Apparently Dina’s co-hosting it.”

Ellie looks at you quizzically before looking off elsewhere to think. “Why the fuck would they party on a Sunday?”

You snort out a laugh before lifting and dropping your shoulders, “I don’t know, senioritis or something. Will you come though?”

“Mhm, I’ll be there.” She smiles as she speaks, loving how your face lit up by the end of it. Ellie isn’t too fond of parties, but for you? She can make an exception.

You cheer in a whisper tone and it makes Ellie smile harder, her features creasing in adoration. You two finally approach your dorm building. You walk up a step before turning to wave goodbye. She raises a palm in return and you flash her a smile that makes her heart leap before turning into the building.

If Ellie couldn’t tell before, she’s completely enamored by you. 

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Hello!! First off I wanted to say I LOVE your writing!! And second, I was wondering if I could please request something for Jotaro? I was thinking of a meet cute between him and reader in Part 3, maybe they run into each other, reader drops something and he picks it up for them, and the rest of the group is left shocked at the uncharacteristic display of niceness from him lol. Feel free to ignore this request ofc if it doesn’t strike up inspiration🫶❤️ oh and any pronouns is fine by me, I’m not picky!! Thank you so so much!!

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Hello anon! First of all THANK YOU SO MUCH for the compliment, seriously, Knowing that there is people out there who enjoy my posts means so much to me. Also your request came in at the perfect time I am extremely sick right now so I’ve been blank on ideas but this was so cute I had to write something for you <3 Also I checked my followers and I saw that I have 43??!???? TYSM I genuinely appreciate every single one of you🥹💕 Okay enough with the yapping I hope you enjoy this 💕

notes: GN!reader

Jotaro Kujo scenario

The bustling streets of Cairo were as overwhelming as they were busy. You were weaving through the crowd, eyes darting between the map in your hand and the people rushing around you, trying to keep up with the fast pace. Distracted, you didn’t notice the person walking directly toward you—until you collided.

The impact knocked you back a step, and in an instant, your bag slipped from your shoulder. Its contents; a notebook, pens, and a couple of other small items; spilled onto the ground, scattering across the dusty street.

“I’m so sorry-” you started, kneeling down quickly to gather your things. But before you could even reach for the first item, a hand appeared, already scooping up the notebook for you.

You looked up and found yourself staring into the intense gaze of Jotaro Kujo. His face, usually cold and unreadable, held a brief flicker of surprise as he knelt down beside you, his gloved hands swiftly collecting the fallen items. For a moment, the world around you seemed to blur—here was the last person you’d expect to help, and yet, there he was, silently handing you back your things.

“Here,” he said, his voice low and gruff as he extended the notebook to you. Your fingers brushed his as you took it, and you couldn’t help but feel a small rush of warmth.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, feeling a little flustered. You hadn’t expected someone like Jotaro, who always seemed so distant and unapproachable, to step in so quickly, especially when you had been ready to fix the mess yourself.

As you stood up, Jotaro rose too, towering over you. His eyes lingered on you for just a moment, an unreadable expression on his face, before he turned to walk back toward his group.

Behind him, Polnareff nearly tripped over himself in shock. “…He seriously just helped them without grunting about it.. He wouldn’t even do that for me!”

Joseph, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe it. Is he actually being considerate?”

But all Avdol and Kakyoin did was smile knowingly, they could see through Jotaro.

Jotaro, overhearing their comments, shot them an annoyed glance. “Yare yare daze… Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You chuckled softly under your breath, watching him as he tried to shake off the teasing from his friends. Despite his usual tough demeanor, there was something unexpectedly kind about the way he’d helped you without hesitation. You caught his eye one last time, and this time, you swore there was a hint of something softer in his expression—just for a second.

With a quiet smile, you slipped your things back into your bag, feeling a little lighter than before. Maybe that chance encounter was just the beginning.

There it is! I hope this meets your expectations🥹 I apologize if you don’t like it and if you would like anything changed don’t be shy to shoot me a message telling me what I could improve! Have a nice day anon <3

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A Demon’s Ache — Part 16

Eyeless Jack x Reader

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The work is slow and tedious

Most of it consists of waiting things out

They have to wait for instructions, wait for their target to make a move, wait for the days to pass and the nights to come

Jack’s main priority is hunting

The target hardly leaves any traces behind, but with Jack’s tracking abilities, it’s nearly impossible for them to get away

It takes a few days, but they eventually get to the point where the target has exhausted all other options, and they’re essentially cornered

Jack’s antsy for this whole mission to be over with already, and he can tell by the way Toby’s losing focus that he’s also growing tired of it

Both want to confront the target, put an end to things one way or another, but they get word that under no circumstance are they to engage

Which brings both the demon and the human back to square one—back to playing the waiting game

The lack of stimulation doesn’t help keep his mind off of you

You’re what his thoughts naturally default to, and while he realizes it’s not healthy, he just can’t help it

Between his instincts wanting to claim you as his mate, the memory of your body in his hands, and his sheer unbridled infatuation with you, you make him so utterly weak

Over a week into the mission, the demon finds himself in bed, his hand propped up behind his head as he stares up at the ceiling

Toby’s in the next bed over, catching up on some lost sleep, but Jack doesn’t feel the need to rest, and they’ve been told to wait things out, so there’s not much he can do except just… lie there

With a sigh, he reaches for his phone on the nightstand

He puts his passcode in, lowers the brightness as dim as it goes, then taps and swipes at his screen in hopes of finding some kind of distraction

Before he knows it, he ends up in his messages, looking at none other than his conversation beneath your contact name

Reading back some of the things you said to him brings back a flood of memories, and he finds himself cracking a smile

How’re you always so charming?

He thumb hovers over the text box, but he hesitates

He thinks back to your last interaction, and then, with a sigh, he closes his phone and rests it on his chest

The ceiling is dark, the room is bleak with its lacklustre decorations, and he feels entirely alone

He plays with his bottom lip between sharp teeth, weighing his options

After a minor internal debate, he opens his phone once more, returns to your messages, and presses on the text box

The keyboard pops up, and he stares at it for a few seconds

But then he shakes his head, puts his phone back down, and tries to ignore the temptation of texting you

Except it doesn’t take long before he picks his phone back up again

Why can’t he make up his damn mind?

He types out a few words, trying to sound casual, and then he rereads what he wrote as his thumb hovers over the send button

No, that doesn’t sound light-hearted enough

He erases everything, tries to type something else out, then deletes that too

He writes out a “hey” nearly pressing send, but with a sigh, he erases it all over again

He doesn’t know what to do

He wants to reach out to you, but he’s already on such thin ice after that last interaction

You’re going to think he’s so clingy, so pathetic

But fuck, he misses you

Pursing his lips, he realizes he just needs to suck it up, and puts his phone down yet again

The seconds tick by, stretching out into slow, long minutes, and with another sigh, he reopens his messages

He doesn’t plan on writing anything, he just intends on reading through your chat history again

But then his heart nearly jumps when he sees those three familiar dots on your end of the conversation

You’re texting him?

He looks to the top of the screen, 1:03 AM, and then his mind is a frantic mess trying to figure out why you’re texting him in the middle of the night like this

Did something happen with Jeff? Did you see his failed attempts at texting you, and now you wanna tell him to back off? Are you about to say you want absolutely nothing to do with him anymore?

He swallows thickly, keeping his thumb as far away from the text box as possible—just so that you don’t see him creeping on your contact

It feels like one panic-induced eternity later when the dots finally disappear, and in the brief milliseconds when your message doesn’t show up, he’s both relieved and disappointed, thinking you’ve decided not to text or confront him

But then the picture loads in

You’re in a set of lingerie he’s never seen before, the colour of the delicate lace a perfect compliment to your skin tone, and you’re kneeling on the bed with a pillow between your thighs

Even in the dim lighting, he can see the obvious evidence of your arousal on your panties, even soaking onto the pillow

He never thought he’d get jealous of a fucking pillow, of all things

You’re holding up your phone with both hands, the angle pointed down so that he has a nice eyeful of your cleavage

And be can’t see the top part of your face, but he can see your gorgeous lips, parted and swollen, like you’ve been biting at them, and he’s reminded of how plush and soft they feel against his own

Without thinking, he groans out loud

He immediately feels his dick start to harden in his pyjama pants

He’s still taking it all in when the three dots pop up again

Thinking of you

Fuck

He takes in a sharp breath through his nose

And then he hears Toby mumble something, and in a panic, he slams his phone down onto his chest, screen facing down, and tries to act natural

Crap

A second goes by, followed by another, and another one after that

He strains his hearing for another sound, but all he hears is the proxy’s deep, steady breathing

He quietly releases the air he was holding in

As inconspicuously as possible, he reopens his phone, trying to tilt it as far from Toby’s line of vision just in case

My god, you’re gorgeous

He’s practically salivating at the photo

And that fucking text you sent him afterwards

Would it be wrong for him to save that picture to his phone?

He thinks about it for a second, and then it’s like he just can’t resist clicking on it and saving it—for his eyes only

He takes a moment to savour every detail of your body; every curve, every angle, every beauty mark, stretch mark and every single flaw that makes it so perfect—so wonderfully you

Fuck, he wants to wreck you

He can just imagine you riding that pillow, rolling your hips against it, trying to satisfy your aching clit

He can imagine you moaning all breathlessly as you reach up to toy with your nipples, trying to get as much stimulation as you possibly can

Are you touching yourself right now?

Are you doing it to the thought of him?

What a filthy, filthy girl, he thinks

Subconsciously, he reaches all the way down to the bulge in his pyjamas

And, as if acting on its own accord, his hand starts palming himself to the sight of you

He tries to keep his breathing neutral, tries to be as discreet as possible because Toby’s right fucking next to him

But my god, how can he resist touching himself to such a lewd photo of you?

He tries to match the pace he imagines you’re going at, rolling his hand over his bulge as if it were you on top of him instead

He almost loses himself to his fantasy, to the thought of all the dirty, filthy things he wants to do to you

Until he sees the three dots pop up, linger for a second or two, and then vanish once more

Shit

He’s keeping you waiting on an answer

What if you think he’s not interested?

He racks his brain trying to think of a reply, the seconds ticking down making him increasingly nervous until he eventually decides fuck it

A quick glance next to him shows no sign of Toby being awake

So, as sneakily as possible, he frees his length pressing up against his boxers, slips his phone beneath the sheets, and snaps a picture

He winces as the flash goes off

Fuck fuck fuck

Good god it’ll be nothing short of a miracle if Toby doesn’t notice any of this

He strains to hear the proxy’s breathing again, and although it’s concerning how light it is, there’s really not much Jack can do about it at this point

He slowly brings his phone back up, checks that the photo looks decent enough, then hits send

Look at what you do to me, he types

He doesn’t have to wait long for your reply to come in

I need you

I want to feel you inside me

He hisses in another sharp breath of air, his dick throbbing for attention beneath the sheets

He wastes no time stroking his stiff length, trying to be as discreet as possible, but he’s getting so riled up at the thought of you wanting him that he hardly even cares if Toby notices at this point

With one hand busy, the other tries to fumble out a reply on the keyboard, but before he can hit send on the depraved text, you send him something else

A video

His abdomen clenches at the preview, heat pooling to his groin like his body’s on fire

He hits play, and sound immediately plays out from his phone

“Shit,” he hisses a quiet curse beneath his breath, spamming the volume button to mute the video as quickly as possible, and then he’s utterly transfixed by the show you’ve put on for him

Your thighs look so soft, so perfectly smooth as you grind back and forth on the pillow

Your free hand trails up and down your form, tempting him, teasing him, and all he can imagine is how good he could make you feel if that was him touching you right now

Your touch moves up to the lacy bralette of the lingerie set, and there, you give the fat of your chest a playful squeeze before pulling at your nipple

Lips falling open like that, he can only imagine the sounds you’re making—and it’s driving him wild

Your hips stutter briefly in their movement as you toy with your nipples

And then, still teasing him, you slowly lower the fabric over your chest to reveal your tits to him

It’s almost too much

As embarrassing as it is to admit it, he nearly jizzes himself right then and there—with Toby just a few feet away from him

He can’t take this—he needs to hear the sounds you’re making

Pausing the video, he shimmies the band of his pyjamas up his hard erection, then gets out of the bed and, as inconspicuously as possible, he makes his way to the bathroom

The door locks behind him with a firm click

He knows if it wakes Toby up, he’ll be very suspicious about the whole thing, but Jack doesn’t want to risk him hearing anything, so he turns the shower on

The running water is enough to conceal the sound of the video is he plays it just low enough for him to hear

And, surely enough, your moans are divine

The way you work your body against the pillow, the way you whimper and mewl as you touch yourself, occasionally begging to feel him—you’re just as mouthwatering as always

The video comes to an end much too quickly

He’s left in the bathroom, panting as he desperately ruts himself into his fist

Do you even know the effect you have on him?

He thrusts his hips forwards as if it was you on the end of his cock and not just his hand

He imagines bending you over the sink, fucking into you from behind as he yanks your hair back, forcing you to look at yourself getting absolutely wrecked by the demon

The mental image has him snarling, and he’s not so certain the water’s enough to conceal his sounds anymore

But god, he really, really doesn’t care by this point

Still jerking his length into his fist, he types out a mess of filthy nothings

I’m going to ruin you the very next chance I get

I’m going to fuck you senseless, make you all mine

He scrolls up, replays the video, and imagine shoving your head down into that pillow, ass up and exposed to him, all for him to abuse however he pleases

He throws his head back with a low groan, utterly obsessed with the way you touch yourself

Your answer’s nearly immediately and he can only assume you’re just about as desperate as he is right now

Jack, please, I need you so badly

Feel so empty without you

He snarls, losing control of his hips pumping his twitching cock into his hold

I’m gonna mark you, breed you

I’m gonna fill you with as much cum as I can fit inside that perfect little cunt

He doesn’t know if he’s being too forwards

He just can’t contain himself

If it wasn’t for Toby in the other room, he’d call you right now just to hear your little whimpers, just to be able to describe in exact vivid detail what he wants to do to you

M so close, Jack, need you to fill me up

He can practically imagine your body shaking right now, your thighs all slick and messy as your cunt spasms on the verge of your orgasm

Good girl

Cum for me

Be a good little slut and cum for your master

It’s like he can almost hear you orgasm—that beautifully melodic sound he fucking adores so much

It reminds him of all the times he’s had his face buried between your thighs, the way you squirm beneath him, the way you pull at his hair, your taste, your smell—everything about you

You’re worse than any drug on earth

He snaps his hips all the way forward, his dick throbbing, and thinking about you cuming against his mouth is enough to push him over the edge

He bites into his palm as he cums, sharp teeth piercing through his own skin, but the pain and the taste of blood somehow only intensifies his own orgasm

Cum spurts out of his twitching cock, coating his fist, making a mess on the poor bathroom floor in front of him, but he’s too lost in the euphoria to care

He imagines ejaculating on you instead—your thighs, your tits, your face—and then he thinks about how fucking good it feels when you’re milking him with your cunt, and it all has him shuddering in the aftershock of his orgasm

Once his high dies down, he’s panting, the shower still running, and it’s ironically convenient that he can now clean up so easily

One last text comes through, and it’s a picture of your hand, your fingers spread apart to show the slick webbing clinging to your skin

He bites back another snarl

Filthy, filthy girl

He snaps one final pic of himself, showing his own mess you caused him to make

He’s about to start cleaning up when, much to his absolute horror, he hears a knock at the door

“Hey, y-you almost done in there? I gotta—I gotta take a piss, dude”

[520cafe]

sour grapes. lost in your eyes

whilst waiting anxiously outside of the library, your eyes have been reading the same lines of text messages that has been exchanged between you and blade over and over again, like a never-ending loop and spiral of words flowing in and out of your head.

after a short while, as in defeat, you let out a sigh which apparently carried an overwhelming sense of dread for the events to come. finally mustering up some form of courage and calling upon a fake spirit, you turned a corner out of your hiding spot where you immediately caught glimpse of that all too familiar figure.

his head was down and leaning against the palm of his hand, with his navy hair covering his ruby-like eyes. yet, this did not hide his undeniable attractiveness and charm. he has not seemed to notice you slowly descend towards the table, his eyes were instead concentrated and fixed on his computer screen. it was when you pulled the chair in front of him where he eventually looked up and saw you, your eyes meeting his.

“you’re late,” blade’s deep voice was monotonous yet clear, just as you remembered. you almost felt weirdly relieved that there were no changes to this.

“i’m not late, you’re just early.” you sent him a small smile before getting your computer out of your bag, like a poorly executed attempt of trying to avoid his direct gaze. “i literally was on time.”

however, you were only responded with silence. when you moved your eyes after logging into your computer, you were met with his red eyes lazing into yours. a slight heat made its way to tint your ears a lighter shade of the falling cherry blossoms outside but he did not seemed phased at all as he continued to study your features instead of the powerpoint on his screen.

he leaned back and you managed to sneak glance at the way the corners of his lips curved upwards, feeling satisfied by your reaction to his actions. as if nothing happened, blade turned his computer towards you which displayed the details for the project. “we have a month for the project, that’s enough time. we can just focus each week on a certain task.” blade calmly explained. “for this week, i can focus on topic 1 while you can do topic 2.”

you nodded in agreement but, that does not simply erase the last few minutes that just took place, nor does it halt breaks to the millions of unpredictable and boundless thoughts that are rushing around your head like a marathon.

“don’t worry, we’ll help each other too.” a chilling voice faintly drifts to your ears as it’s soft landing sends shivers to the rest of your body. this time, the smile on blade’s face was much more prominent and evident, sending you a quiet yet reassuring message.

all you were able to do was to nod and smile back him, any awkward tensions that surrounded the air was beginning to wear off. at last, you let out one final sigh that managed to put your mind and speeding heartbeat at ease.

🍇 SOUR GRAPES 〈 06 lost in your eyes

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╰► SYNOPSIS. after being in the same tight-knit friend group for over a few months now, suspicions begin to rise when march, seele and bronya start to notice the awkward tensions between you and dan heng. little did they know, you and dan heng were once high-school sweethearts who shared a romantic and fairytale-like past where the pages only lasted for a year. this heartbreak led you to meet another unfortunate victim of cupid but that chapter flew away as quick as stardust. yet, it appears that you two were also destined to cross paths once more.

╰► [ a/n ] : went to my first anime con yesterday! my feet are killing me but it’s lowkey my fault lmao 😭 i managed to bring home many genshin, hsr and even some vtuber pins, badges and prints! anyway, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter and i hope my writing is okay?? i’m pleasantly surprised by the amount of attention the previous chapter received so tysm <3

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HI HI! I hope your having a good day! Do you write for mreader? If so could you write dadspence raising a daughter with mreader? Its ok if not id settle for anything :)) TYSM!

There's not a whole lot of mention of the reader being male but I hope it's alright 😅

You woke up to the smell of pancakes hitting your nose and small hands latching onto your side. Wiping the sleep from your eyes you turned your head to the side and saw your daughter Bailey still fast asleep, her hands gripping the material of your sleep shirt.

As you caressed Bailey’s head you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom and saw Spencer peek his head through the doorway, checking to see if his favorite sleepyheads were still asleep.

“Morning.”

Spencer smiled and walked to the bed, his hand cupping your cheek and pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Good yeah. When did you get up?”

“About an hour ago. I wanted to surprise you with a good breakfast.”

“That I can smell, yes.”

Spencer chuckled and sat down on the bed, his head coming to rest on your shoulder while he admired the little girl still curled up by your side, sleeping away peacefully.

All of this was still new. You and Spencer had talked about wanting kids, you had specifically mentioned wanting a daughter, and now that dream became a reality. There were some side eyes at the start considering the child would go to a home with two fathers, but did that really matter at the end of the day if the child was loved and well taken care of? Luckily the response was positive and Bailey arrived at her new home, holding onto both of her father’s hands. 

A moment later Bailey stirred in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open and met with yours.

“Morning pumpkin.”

Bailey giggled in response and crawled into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing your cheek.

“Good morning daddy.”

Bailey crawled towards Spencer and kissed his cheek too. Spencer pulled Bailey into a hug and kissed her cheek in return multiple times which caused both you and Bailey to chuckle.

“Are you hungry sweetie?”

“Mhm. I want pancakes.”

“Well you’re in luck because that’s just what I made!”

“Yay!”

Spencer picked Bailey up in one of his arms while his other hand took yours in his and you all made your way into the kitchen. 

The smell of the pancakes was still fresh in the air and Bailey quickly jumped down and made her way to her seat, tugging on your hand to join her.

Once the plates were set, Bailey insisted on stacking everyone’s plates and adding some toppings by everyone's choice.

Spencer’s cakes were decorated with a little blueberry heart while yours was decorated with an XO made of syrup.

The rest of the morning was spent making plans for the day and Bailey wiping yours and Spencer’s mouths whenever you both got a bit of food on the corners of your mouths. It was easily one of the best mornings you’ve had in a while.

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