#alcoholic I know is like 33 years old but whatever
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moteldogs · 7 months ago
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jesus fucking christ. I finally got all my paperwork approved but I have to take this state’s anti-DUI program test which costs $25 and has to be scheduled a week out. I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.
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jeankluv · 4 months ago
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Sweet boy - Gojo Satoru
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words: 4k
paring: Gojo x milf!reader
summary: You refused to spend your 33rd birthday alone after having been divorced for 4 months and who would have told you that going to a bar to spend your 33rd birthday would make you meet an attractive 25-year-old young man?
tags: p in the v, older woman x younger man, sub Gojo, sugar baby Gojo, sugar mommy reader, smut, oral sex (f), ridding, age difference
Jujutsu Kaisen materialist
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You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed, it was your 33rd birthday and you were spending it alone. It hadn't been more than four months since you had caught your now ex-husband in bed with his secretary. It sounded too cliché, but that's how it was.
But the truth is that you didn't feel like celebrating anything, your family hadn't let it bother you after announcing that you were getting a divorce, according to them you were losing value and giving a bad image to the family. Disgusting, was what you thought when your father said that.
Since that day you had not visited him again and you had no intention of doing so either. You were independent, you owned your own business where you earned well and you had achieved everything on your own, without help from your parents.
But it felt lonely, being there, turning 33 without anyone to celebrate with. You shook your head and grabbed the red lipstick and painted your lips, you would go out and drink, even if it was alone.
You walked out of your apartment and with your head held high you walked out of your apartment, feeling the big city night crash against you.
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Gojo Satoru stretched out in his chair, feeling the alcohol coursing through his veins. He was with his college friends at a local bar, it was their third round but Satoru was still on his first beer, he really hated drinking but this was a special occasion, they were finally graduating from their master's degree.
“C’mon Gojo!” One of his classmates held him. “Let’s drink another beer.”
Satoru shook his head. “I’m good.” He tried to get the weight of his classmate from him. “I’m gonna get some fresh air.”
He heard his classmate complain, but he completely ignored him and continued walking without paying attention.
His blue gaze fell upon a figure at the bar drinking. Her hair fell over her bare back and in her hand was a glass of what looked like red wine. Satoru felt an electric shock go through his body and the saliva in his mouth dry.
His feet stopped moving and at that moment he wanted to get closer. Taking a breath and clenching his fists, he approached the figure.
“Hey…” He said, his voice coming a bit weak from his vocal cords.
You groaned and put the wine glass down on the table. “What?” You looked at him and first saw his blue eyes and then, his dimples.
He was cute, really pretty actually. He looked younger, probably in his twenties. Oh he would probably leave as soon as he saw that you were older than him, he probably thought you were a girl in her twenties and wanted to flirt with you but who would want to flirt with you now? At least that's what your ex told you, that you weren't attractive anymore.
“Saw you here alone drinking… and I approached you.” He spoke, now he seemed a bit less nervous. “Is this seat free?” He pointed to the seat next to you.
“Do whatever you want.” You said.
He sat next to you and asked for a drink. “So tell me, what are you doing here alone?”
“Ugh…” You said while swallowing the wine. “With how many women have you talked to? What was that phrase?”
The boy looked at you shocked and you noticed his Adam’s apple moving up and down. “I… well I have…” He protested. Cute.
You chuckled and moved your head. “You are so cute, you know? How old are you?” You rested your head on your hand, as you looked at him.
“25… will be 26 on December.” He smiled.
He was younger than you. “Cute…” You whispered. “I’m here celebrating my lonely birthday. An old woman like me is celebrating her birthday all alone.”
“Happy birthday!” He said with a smile. “And old?” He tilted his head.
“I’m 33.” You slightly smiled, waiting for the moment he would say that he was leaving.
“Oh…” He only whispered.
“It’s okay if you leave. I know I’m not…”
“I’m not leaving, I want to drink with you.” He said confidently, his eyes shining. You looked at him with surprise.
“Do whatever you want…” You paused yourself, realizing you didn’t his name.
“Satoru!” He said. “My name is Satoru.”
You told him your name. “Is nice to meet you Satoru.”
He said your name and you felt how something lit up in you. “And why would you be celebrating your birthday all alone.”
You smirked. “Life is awful, my ex cheated and no one sided with me during our divorce.” You drank again. “So here I am with my glass of wine and now a cute boy.” You looked at him, what was happening to you? You were flirting with that boy?
“I hope this is a nice company then.” He smiled. “And by the way your ex is an asshole, cheating on a beautiful woman like you. Such a loser.”
You bite your lip. Oh so he was interested in you? For real? That handsome boy was interested in you. And you? You were honestly interested in him too.
You smiled subtly and shook your head. “Maybe it’s the alcohol but why do I feel like you’re flirting with me?”
You could feel his shoulders tense and then a smile appeared. “Because I am.”
Your eyes widened slightly. “Why would you do that? With a woman like me when you have such young girls?” You whispered, showing a bit of vulnerability.
He came closer, Satoru found courage where he didn’t have any and brushed your lips with his thumb. “Because you’re the only one I’m interested in in this whole bar.”
A small gasp escaped from your lips and you looked away, embarrassed. “You drank too much, Satoru.” You said his name for the first time.
And that made Satoru not want to walk away, he wanted to hear you say his name like that again. Oh god, he wanted more of you. He was so enraptured by your beauty, your way of speaking, your movements, your lips moving.
“I didn’t…” He whispered. “And if I did you know what they say about drunk people right? They always tell the truth.” He said the last part in your ear.
“Gojo!!” A male voice sounded almost above the music of the bar. “We are waiting for you! We will be starting the drinking game.” A boy started shaking Satoru’s shoulders.
You saw how Satoru looked a bit annoyed, as if he didn’t like the idea of going back with his classmates. The eyes of Satoru’s eyes fell on you and then back on Satoru’s figure, who was still quiet.
“Oh!” He looked at you again. “Oh Gojo, sorry you were enjoying the night with this pretty lady?” The boy screamed.
“Yeah, now get out of here. You are annoying.” Satoru said.
“Why don’t you come with us and also play with us at the drinking game?” The boy ignored Satoru and spoke to you.
You looked at Satoru and smiled, it could be fun. “Yeah, why not?”
Satoru opened his eyes. “You don’t have to…”
“I want to…” You smirked. “C’mon sweet boy.” You whispered that part, and gently touched his arm.
Satoru felt his breath hitch and probably looked like a complete idiot as he watched you move your hips following his classmate to the table. He saw you sitting on the table with the rest of his classmates and how you made a sign for him to approach you.
Satoru blinked and wiped his damp hands on his pants before walking over to the table, sitting next to you. You smiled at him and Satoru felt like he melted around your fingertips.
He could hear his classmates laughing and speaking but his eyes were on you and just you, he couldn’t stop looking at you.
“Right Gojo?” He heard his name being called.
“Huh?” He turned and finally looked at his classmates.
“We are explaining to your lovely friend how the game goes.”
“Oh yeah…” He looked at you. “You don’t have to play.” He whispered to you.
“I want to…” You smiled, cockily and watched how he became shy.
“Yeah, right.” He swallowed.
The game started but Satoru's head was somewhere else, not in the game, his eyes were simply focused on you. The sound of his classmates' laughter filled the place and you would occasionally glance at him subtly.
You couldn't have imagined being there on your birthday night with a group of recent graduates while you played a drinking game and felt the gaze of that boy who had caught your attention so much.
“Okay! Now it’s Gojo’s turn!” One of the guys shouted pouring liquor on Gojo’s small glass.
You watched as Satoru blinked and he looked at the glass. An idea crossed your mind and you smiled. You stood up from your seat and took Satoru's glass, while your eyes were fixed on him.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me Satoru?” You whispered to him, touching his face.
Satoru gulped as he looked at you, you were driving him crazy. The world seemed to disappear, leaving just the two of you. Your soft hands touched his face and made him look up as you brought the glass to his lips.
Satoru's heart rate increased when his lips touched the glass. Your eyes continued to penetrate his, not blinking for a second. The alcohol passed down his throat, burning him. And he didn't know if it was because of the alcohol or your seductive gaze, that he felt his body begin to heat up.
You bite your lip as you saw as his cheeks were completely red and looking like a puppy at you. Once he drank the liquor you gently patted his face with a wide smile and sat back down to notice all of Satoru's classmates were staring at you with their mouths open.
“What?” You smiled cockily at his classmates.
“Oh please do that to me too!” One of the boys screamed.
“No! To me please.” Another one said.
You chuckled and shook your head. “I’m sorry guys but I will do that only to Satoru.” You rested your head on your hand.
Satoru's classmates made a whimper and you turned your eyes to Satoru who was still in a trance-like state. You wanted to laugh but you contain yourself from doing it. The game continued, as Satoru continued to ramble on in his not-so-pure thoughts about you. You continued to smile and stare at him, and poor Satoru's heart continued to race like a 16-year-old's.
“Well…” You stood up. “I think it is time for me to leave.” You looked at the boys and finally at Gojo and winked your eye, hoping he would get your signal.
“I will accompany you.” Satoru stood from the table as fast as the light.
You smiled and started walking with Satoru following you like your own shadow. The cold night hit your cheeks and you turned around to look at Satoru.
“So what pretty boy, is this a goodbye?”
Satoru swallowed and moved his hands. “Only… only if you want.”
You bite your lip. “You know…” You approached him and you placed your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath your palm. “I didn’t get any birthday present today…”
You saw Satoru gulp and get nervous. “Oh… that’s a shame…” He said with a sigh. “Is… is there anything I could do?” He said with a half smile.
“Yes…” You narrowed your eyes and your breaths began to mix before kissing his lips.
Your hands moved from his chest to his hair and you gently tugged on it as the kiss intensified. You separated from him trying to catch your breath.
“Let’s go to my apartment.” You held his hand and started walking searching for a taxi to take you both to your apartment.
As soon as you entered your apartment, the anticipation that had been boiling through your veins burst forth. You couldn't resist any longer and immediately pounced on Satoru, your need for him overtaking everything else. Your lips met his in a fervent kiss, tasting the sweetness of his candy-flavored lips.
The urgency of your movements seemed to take Satoru by surprise, his breathing ragged as your mouths moved against each other. His hands, shaking slightly with nervousness, found their way to your hips. Despite the passion between you, his touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he feared you might break in his arms. Slowly, as if he savored every second of closeness, he pulled you closer, closing the space between your bodies until you could feel the heat of him penetrating your skin, as if he were leaving marks on your skin.
As your bodies pressed closer together, the heat between you became almost unbearable, the temperature of your room beginning to rise abruptly. Your fingers tangled in his white hair, drawing him deeper into the kiss as you demanded more from him. Satoru responded with a soft, submissive moan that made you shiver, his lips surrendering completely to your touch and your warmth.
His hands wandered from your hips to your sides, moving tentatively, almost as if asking for permission with every inch he traveled across your skin. He traced the curve of your waist with a feather-light touch, his fingers trembling slightly as he explored your body, his breathing growing shakier with each passing moment. His chest rose and fell against yours, the steady beat of his heart resonating in your own chest, but his submission made it all the more intoxicating.
You could feel Satoru’s restraint jerk and tremble beneath your lips. He was giving himself over to you completely. When he finally broke the kiss to catch his breath, his eyes met yours, filled with a vulnerable longing that made your heart race.
You could see the hunger reflected in Satoru’s gaze, tempered with a deep, trusting submission that only made you want him more. Wordlessly, you pulled him back to you, needing to feel him, to taste him, to take control of every part of him.
His hands moved more confidently now, but still with that same underlying hesitation, sliding down your back and then back down again, like he couldn’t get enough of the feeling of you beneath his fingers, but unsure if he could take more. Your own hands roamed over his body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, feeling the way his body responded to your touch.
You could feel his heartbeat, fast and steady, pulsing beneath your fingertips as you ran them over the hard plains of his chest. His skin was warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the night air that wafted just outside the window. As you moved closer, pressing your body fully against his, Satoru responded with a low, breathy moan that sent a shiver down your spine.
When his lips left yours, leaving a trail of soft, lingering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, you couldn’t suppress the soft moan that escaped your lips. The sound seemed to spur Satoru on, his kisses becoming more insistent, more demanding as he explored the curve of your neck.
Your hands found their way beneath his shirt, tracing the contours of his back, the muscles tensing beneath your touch as you pulled him even closer.
With a breathless whisper Satoru broke the silence of the room. “What do you want me to do ma’am?”
That nickname made your insides burn with desire, his hot and eager gaze only increased that desire. Your heart was completely racing, you wanted that boy to devour you, even if it was just for that night. You wanted it.
A sigh escaped your lips and you swallowed hard. “Get on your knees.” You told him with a smile.
Satoru obeyed without blinking an eye, without question, as he got on his knees in front of you. You smiled widely and sat down on the couch behind you. The short dress you were wearing was pushed up slightly to your thighs.
Satoru positioned himself between your legs, you could see his gaze filled with a mix of intensity mixed with tenderness. Satoru took a moment to admire you, his breath warm and uneven hitting your skin. Satoru placed soft kisses on your inner thigh, the kisses were slow and gentle as if Satoru wanted to take his time with you.
A moan escaped your lips as his fingers moved over your thong and his tongue traced a path from your entrance to the sensitive folds above. His gaze was fixed on you, looking at you with desire and hunger. You threw your head back as he began to suck, feeling it send shockwaves through your body.
His hands rested lightly on your hips, holding you in place as he continued his exploration. He seemed completely absorbed in pleasuring you, focused on knowing what made you moan in pleasure.
“Oh Satoru!” You moaned, tangling your fingers in his white hair, feeling your body getting closer to climax.
Each wave of pleasure that built up inside you was met with a new. As you reached the peak of pleasure, the sounds of your moans and gasps filled the room, and Satoru responded with ever-increasing fervor, concentrating solely on bringing you to the climax you were eagerly approaching. When you finally reached your peak, the sensation was all-encompassing, leaving you breathless and trembling.
Your chest rose and fell as you looked at Satoru, who was licking his lips while his blue eyes remained fixed on you. Satoru was trying to control himself, he felt agitated and the bulge in his pants was becoming unbearable. But, oh fuck, he would never have imagined himself in that situation and he loved it.
The temperature in the room rose considerably and at that moment the only sounds you could hear were your breathing, especially yours, which was still trying to find normality.
You were sticky, sweaty but you didn't want to finish yet. You gulped and gently touched Satoru's face. His gaze relaxed, reflecting tenderness and softness. You smiled before kissing him and lowering your hand to his crotch, causing a whimper to escape Satoru's lips. Smiling against his lips you continue moving your hand over his pants, feeling how hard he was.
“Get undress.” You said breaking the kiss and standing up from the sofa.
Satoru swallowed, following your movements. “Yes ma’am.”
There was that nickname again and the heat it provoked in you. Satoru began to undress and you could notice that toned torso that you had been able to touch lightly minutes ago.
You turned your face away and took off your dress, letting it fall to the floor. Turning back around, you saw that Satoru was now completely naked before you and your heart gave a little jump at the sight of him there, knowing that he would be completely yours.
“Sit on the couch and put this.” You said, throwing him a condom you were keeping on your purse.
Satoru shivered, he was loving this, being under your command, being yours. Nodding he sat down on the couch and you walked over to him, a smile forming on your face.
Satoru was completely hard, he knew that if you touched him he could cum. You gently sat on his thighs and touched his face again and gently moved closer to him.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Satoru?” You murmured against his lips.
Satoru felt like he was melting, like he was passing out. “Yes…”
“Yes what?” You smiled.
“Yes ma’am.” He said and you nodded before kissing him.
You gently grabbed his member, causing Satoru to moan and squeeze his eyes shut. “Open your eyes my sweet boy. I want you to watch me ride you.”
Satoru opened his eyes, which were glazed over and he swallowed as he watched you gently insert his member inside you.
You moaned as his cock was finally inside you, it was definitely bigger than your ex's and it filled you completely. Satoru moved his hand and grabbed your hip, you could feel his desperation crashing against your skin as he sought to get you to start moving.
You grabbed his hand and pulled it off your hip. “No hands sweet boy.”
Satoru pouted as he looked at you. “Please…” He moaned as you shifted slightly.
You chuckled and started to move your hips, causing both of you to moan at the pleasure you were feeling. Satoru fought the urge to touch you, to trace your curves, but he wanted to be a good boy to you and follow your desires.
Sweat began to run down your faces as you moved up and down his member, feeling every fiber of your skin tingle with each penetration. It had been too long since you had felt such pleasure, your ex had rarely or never made you feel the way that the 25-year-old was making you feel.
“Oh Satoru…” You said throwing your head backwards and closing your eyes.
“Please ma’am…” Satoru cried out.
“What sweet boy?” You looked at him without stopping.
“Let me… let me touch you more.” He murmured, with his voice trembling as he let the words out.
“Where?” You smirked.
“Everywhere.” He said with shiny eyes.
Your back bent and you brought your face closer to his, your breaths mingling and you gently bit his bottom lip. “You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you?” He nodded, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Go ahead…”
Satoru gathered his courage and captured your lips in a passionate kiss and his hands rested on your hips, squeezing them and beginning to move them up and down, exploring your upper body.
You broke the kiss and threw your head backwards as Satoru started to devour your nipples. You moved your hands up to his hair and tangled your fingers in his hair and started pulling on them.
Satoru left your nipples and began to leave a trail of wet kisses on your neck and collarbone, while you continued to move on his member.
You don't know how much longer you kept moving, but you do know that when your second orgasm hit that night on your birthday, a moan escaped your throat and you hugged Satoru tightly, who kept moving inside you until he growled and reached his orgasm.
Satoru grabbed your body tightly and breathed heavily on your ear, trying to catch his breath after the orgasm he had had. You gently pulled away and got off of Satoru, grimacing at the mess you had made on the couch.
“I will have to call someone to clean that…” You murmured for yourself. “You want something to drink?” You looked at Satoru.
“I… yeah…” He stood up and took his clothes.
You looked at him. “What are you doing?”
“Oh… I will leave after drinking something.”
“Why?” You asked.
He looked at you. “I… well…” Satoru felt a bit embarrassed.
“Stay… we can have more fun.” You tilted your head.
Satoru nodded and oh boy, you did have so much fun. You had a few more rounds, in bed, in the shower, etc., you were really thankful you had gone out on your birthday night.
The next morning you woke up with Satoru's arms on your hips and you smiled. You gently moved Satoru until his blue eyes met yours. You had been thinking about something all night.
“Good morning…” You whispered with a smile.
“Good morning.” He said back with a smile revealing his dimples.
“Do you have a passport?” You asked him.
“I… yeah.”
“Good, then come with me to Italy.”
Satoru almost choked with his own saliva and opened his eyes. “To Italy? I don’t have money to…”
“Don’t worry.” You cut him off. “I will pay for everything.” You got closer to him. “So what sweet boy, you coming with me?”
Satoru scanned your face and swallowed. “Yeah… yeah ma’am.”
And there it was the nickname again, you could lose your whole mind for that boy. “Good.” You smiled before capturing his lips again.
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urfavlarry · 9 months ago
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Hi, I love your Husk work as an overlord. Could I please request a husker x reader when he lost the game to Alastor. Short time after Reader becomes the Cashio Overlord that runs on the cashios that once owned by Husker. One day, the reader came by to see Husk at the hotel. Please and thank you
A/N: im not sure if i understood this well but i hope i wrote it well enough for you to enjoy! also sorry it took so long for me to write i was a bit busy but here it is<33 (and also reader doesn’t know about Husk at first :3 )
warnings: swearing,alcohol,bad grammar,mentions of death and bl00d
genre: angst??? and some fluff
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You walk to your local bar, you and some guy you met online through a dating app were supposed to meet up there and get to know each other more. You liked the guy, he was nice and showed genuine interest in you, something guys didn’t really do that often. You put effort in dressing up today, wearing your best pair of clothes you had and fixing up your hair and just make yourself over all look presentable. “This guy better not ditch me.” You tell yourself as you look at the time; 7:02pm. You were supposed to meet up at 7 and he was late. “Not the best first impression.” You sigh when you suddenly hear someone yelling your name.
“Y/N! Hey it’s me the guy you have been talking to for the past few months? I’m so sorry I was stuck in traffic and I would’ve called but I just didn’t really think about it in that moment.” He says rubbing his neck nervously and smiles awkwardly. You smile at him and chuckle; “Don’t worry about it! Now let’s go have some fun!” You say excitedly and pull him to the bar.
The bar was fairly crowded, something you were expecting since it’s a pretty popular one at that. You order some drinks and take a seat in the corner of a bar. It was loud but you still managed to talk and drink the night away! You drank a bit too much that night and your head started to pound and the last thing you remembered was getting pulled into an alley by the guy and a sharp pain in your chest and blood on your hands.
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After you fell down to hell you quickly realized your situation and tried your best to not get in anyones way. You kept a low profile and kept your guard up just in case. You come across a casino, an abandoned one at that. You go inside and look at yourself in one of the broken mirrors on the floor. You had poker card symbols under your eyes and on your fingers. Your eyes widen at the sight, you were still wearing the same thing from last night it’s just that you have a big X on your chest. “That motherfucker killed me.” You say in disbelief, anger slowly bubbling up in you.
That day you went on a rampage. Finding an abandoned angelic spear somewhere in the bar and went fucking nuts. You swore you killed at least a good 250 demons and you kinda discovered some powers. “Cool.” You said and smirked. People had been recording you and posting about you online, calling you the “Soul gambler”, whatever that means. You slowly learned you killed 2 overlords during your little rampage and they weren’t even some random overlords, they were “heavy hitters” as people liked to call them. People started to fear you, making out the events that happened into something 10x worse. People didn’t bother looking your way anymore, wanting to light themselves on fire rather than to look at you.
You renewed the casinos around hell and gained massive amount of territory. People would visit the casinos frequently, it sort of reminded you of the casino from back when you were alive. Many people applied for the job since almost all of the jobs were taken because of hells overpopulation problem. Some old workers that worked at the casino before you renewed them and claimed them as your own started coming in, you hiring them of course since they had experience. You quickly learned there was an Overlord similar to you a few years ago. Unfortunately he lost his power and you learned from a commercial that he is now working at a hotel, Hazbin Hotel to be exact.
You decided to go and visit the hotel one day, wanting to have a chat with the old Overlord. You make yourself look presentable, wanting to look your best since you have a reputation to uphold. You walk to the hotel, people walking by screaming or just run into near by building, “Charming.” You think sarcastically and keep walking to the hotel.
You get to the hotel and look up at it, taking in its looks. It didn’t look half bad but it could use some renovation. You walk up the hill and brush yourself off one last time and knock on the big doors. There was silence for a few minutes then you heard commotion and a quiet “coming” from behind the closed doors. You wait patiently and hear the door open, seeing the one and only princess of hell. You go to speak but the door shuts right in your face; “Well that was.. something?” You think to yourself raising a brow in the process. The door opens once again, but this time by the radio demon himself, a fellow Overlord you quite liked. He didn’t try bothering you at all since you arrived in hell a few years ago and you appreciated that. “Salutations dear! It’s a pleasure finally meeting you! Quite a pleasure! Come on now, don’t just stand there. Come in!” He says stepping aside to let you in. You smile softly at him and thank him, walking into the lobby of the hotel when you suddenly stop dead in your tracks because a spear is suddenly pointed in your face. You smile, summoning your own spear and point it to the girls neck; “I wouldn’t try that if I were you. I’m not an Overlord for nothing.” The girl mumbles something in spanish and walks away, putting her spear away. You sigh and look at the princess of hell. “Well if you guys finished trying to assassinate me, let me introduce myself.” You say and look at everyone’s expressions. You smirk and continue; “My name is Y/N, maybe you know me by “Soul gambler” ,I mean uh whatever that means.” You shrug and hear a slight chuckle from Alastor and a pink spider demon, you believe his name was Angel Dust, a porn star from Valentinos studio. Poor guy was probably tricked into signing a contract with him.
“Well, I came here to ask about an Overlord that was similair to me. He owned the casinos I now own and I heard he was residing here now?” You say calmly, hoping you can to the right place. You hear slight radio static increase but choose to ignore it. Charlie shrugs, saying she doesn’t know of any Overlord being here other than Alastor, but that she hopes you will stay for a bit to see what the hotel is like. You nod in agreement and walk to the spider fellow since he was the only one that looked approachable. You talk for a bit when he suddenly says; “So um I kinda know something about the Overlord you’re looking for.” He says grabbing your full attention.
“The Overlord you’re talking about, it’s that bartender over there. You can try talking to him but I won’t guarantee that he won’t push you away.” He says lowering his tone and grabs you back the shoulder to bring you closer. You nod looking over to the bar where a grumpy cat demon sat, drinking some cheap booze. Angel pushes you towards him, giving you a thumbs up before walking away. You glare slightly but take a deep breath and walk towards the bar. His ears perk up at the sudden footsteps and looks your way, sending you slight glare; “If you’re here to make deals with me you can turn right back around and leave me the hell alone.” He says in an annoyed tone and turns around, his back facing you. You look at him and glare slightly; “What is it with you people and interrupting me all of the time? Like jeez let me fucking speak!” You say rolling your eyes and continue; “I don’t know what shit you hears about me but I can assure you that I didn’t come here to make a deal with you. I just want to talk.” You say sighing, hoping for an answer from the cat demon.
“Whatever let’s just get this over with, what is it?” He says rolling his eyes. You look around and say in a hushed tone; “Do you happen to know anything about the old Overlord that used to own the casinos I own now?” You say and hope you get the truth out of the grumpy ass cat. He looks back at you and curses Angel under his breath, an angered look on his face; “Cut the shit I know you know it was me. What do you want?” He says going closer to the counter where you were sitting opposite to him. You sigh; “I don’t want to cause any harm, really just a friendly chat. Share experiences you know? Since we’re both kind of similar..?” He looks back at you in disbelief and contemplates what to say. He sighs and pulls out two shot glasses, pouring you one and nods for you to continue. “Sooo..” “Husk. The name is Husk.” You smile, asking away and share your experience as on overlord with him. He asks some questions himself, wondering how the casino is doing or if anyone decided to come back there to work. You chat for the rest of the day, others looking at you in awe as they’ve never seen Husk open up to anyone.
After a while you get a bit drunk, talking the poor cat’s ear off. He smiles, listening to your stories, commenting on them here and there. After a bit you decide you had enough for the day and that you should get home. Charlie quickly offered you a room for the night, free of charge so you gladly accepted. “Husk go ahead and show them to their room please? I have something important to do!” Charlie yells before running off to who knows where.
Husk sighs but links your arms and walks you to your room. “Don’t forget to drink some water.. You know so you don’t throw up in the morning.” He says and walks off to his own room. You look at his figure disappearing in the dark of the hallway and enter your room. It was spacious and really nice for a hotel in hell.
You lay down in the bed, kicking your shoes off and hum in satisfaction, falling asleep just after a few seconds of resting on the comfortable bed. The next day you wake up, a slight headache but nothing pain killers couldn’t fix. You stretch and go to the bathroom, taking off your clothes and take a quick shower. You saw a new pair of clothes in the bathroom and a little note left by Charlie. You smile and take the clothes, putting them on. It wasn’t anything fancy but you liked it. You put on your shoes and fold your dirty clothes neatly on the bed and decide to head down to the lobby. It was around 9:30 ish when you went out so you hoped someone was awake. You head down and to your surprise see that everyone is awake. “Good morning sleepy head! You sure slept for quite some time!” Alastor chirped and grins at you, waving for you to come over.
You sit down next to Alastor, Charlie and Vaggie making breakfast. “So I saw you talking to Husk last night~” He smirks slightly. You roll your eyes knowing Alastor and Rosie like to gossip, usually during the meeting Carmilla holds once in a while. “Yeah? It was just a friendly chat. Sinner to sinner.” You shrug and sip on the coffe Charlie brought with the breakfast. Alastor raises a brow but shrugs and walks off.
You see the car demon from afar. Already sitting at the counter and drinking booze. You smirk and walk over with your coffee in hand and sit down at the bar; “Ain’t it a bit too soon for you to be drinking?” You tease and eye him and the booze in his hand. He chuckles lowly and smirks; “Once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic darling, it’s just the way it is.” He says and shrugs his shoulders, taking another swing of his booze. “Sleep well? You seemed pretty drunk last night.” He says and eyes your figure. You smile and say; “I’m fine, I handle my alcohol pretty well just a slight headache.” You take the last sip of your coffee and place the mug down.
You look at Husk who seems to be thinking about something before he suddenly speak up; “Maybe we could repeat last night another time? Maybe you could show me what you did with my poor casino?” He teases and smirks. You fake gasp and hold your chest where your sadly dead heart is. “Oh I would bet my soul that my version of the casino is so much better than yours was.”
“We’ll see about that Doll~”
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twiishaa · 7 days ago
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Hii thank you for the slumber party invite!!
i brought pink fluffy socks and we can watch a romcom and we should totally do karaoke after! may i suggest cool with you by new jeans? (post timeskip haikyu, and surprise me on the character!)
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! 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 twisha’s 100 followers slumber party ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ - you and me, on my mind (quiet moments at the coffee shop)
semi x reader, wc approx. 600
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your boyfriend’s cafe was like your safe little haven. small and atmospheric, it was quite a stark contrast to the other shops lining the streets, but it had its little charm. pushing the door open, the bell rang as you entered; you were hit with a flurry of warm air— it was always cosy in here.
“hello, welcome- oh! i thought you had work today,” your boyfriend, semi, said, looking up from behind the counter.
“oh, everyone was going out for drinks and i’d just much rather a vanilla latte than whatever cheap alcohol they’re getting.” you sat down at the stools.
semi chuckled a little. “well, you’d be in luck, because i actually already had a vanilla latte waiting for you,” he quipped, handing you a mug with your drink in it, warm to the touch.
“oh, you know me like no other,” you said in response, taking your latte. savouring the first sip, you looked around, admiring the decorations that were so familiar to you.
the interior of the cafe reflected your boyfriend perfectly. the walls were a shade of cherry red, adorned with vintage guitars and vinyls. the stools and furniture were made from mahogany, and in the corner was a vinyl player, currently playing cool with you, by newjeans.
but within the dark, loud decor, it was the quiet moments with semi that were the best.
moments like sitting at the counter, drinking your coffee while watching him add the finishing touches to the little pastries in the display. moments like getting to taste, trial and refine new flavours semi came up with.
you first met him in your last year of university, hunting for a new place to study. at first, you thought he was too… edgy, but your opinion completely changed after he let you stay after closing time, to study for a final the next day. he listened to you throughout most of the whole night, about your annoying professor, your roommate who threw a house party at your apartment even when you refused which was what led you here, even though you were supposed to be ‘studying’. ever since then, you started showing up every day to his coffee shop to study or to just keep him company while he worked.
semi, someone who you didn’t like to begin with, soon became the centre which your life slowly began to revolve around. the two of you were so close, the line between friends and lovers became blurred, dating just felt like the natural next step. even the old lady in the small antique shop thought you two were lovers! the day he asked you out, it was christmas eve. you had just left the cafe, when he had some sort of newfound determination: he couldn’t let you leave before he asked you out. maybe it was the festive air and christmas music getting to his head; but it was was long due. he ran after you, the crisp cold air leaving him breathless, and asked you out under the city lights. since then, it’s been history, i guess.
semi’s head perked up after hearing the song start.
“hey, you like this song, right? cool with you?”
“yeah, don’t you remember? the his was the song playing when we first met,” you smiled, looking at semi. the leather jacket he was wearing was your christmas gift to him last year.
your boyfriend’s little coffee shop was like your safe little haven. the crackly music from the vinyl player, and the memories of how his lattes warmed your hands, and over time, your heart too.
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notes iris my love!! i hope you like it <33 i LOVE coffee shop aus so this was definitely fun on my part :)) it’s not really based off cool with you but more,, loosely inspired .. i hope it’s okay 🥹 thank you i love you all !! <3
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kalcifers-blog · 7 months ago
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SUNSPELL FIC !!!!
Hurt/Comfort :33!!! Enjoy!!!!
"What the hell were you thinking??"
Sunday's voice spoke, a tone just above a whisper, heavy with concern. Hearing them with such a tone pulled at Marvin's chest in a way that hurt more than the actual injury he sustained. The injury itself had bled out into the gauge Sunday was applying to it, a habit they always did before performing a healing spell.
'The spell never gets rid of the blood, it's always better to clean it first before you stain anything' Marvin thought- it was something an old tutor had told them some years ago now, Marvin couldn't even remember her name- but what she had taught them both stuck with them, Sunday especially it seemed.
Marvin didn't have an answer for Sunday. He just thought he could handle the thing that had appeared out of seemingly nowhere- at the time it seemed manageable. But the thing was smarter than it looked and ended up incapacitating Marvin far quicker than he expected.
'For all your skills Marvin, you just can't help but get blindsided by your own ambition.' Ramesses had once told him- he knew he was right. He always was. Marvin was just too proud to admit it.
"I'm sorry-"
It was the only thing Marvin could think of saying. It made Sunday pause, looking into Marvin's lime green eyes to see any hint of a mistruth. But there was none, just a look of genuine hurt and apology.
"I wasn't thinking- I thought I could handle it by myself-"
"clearly"
Sunday responded, they were trying to sound cold. But years of friendship made Marvin acutely aware of the hurt behind their words.
"Sunny I'm sorry I just- I didn't know what I was gonna face when I got there. I didn't want you getting hurt-"
Sunday cut him off-
"Marv I know- I know you want to protect me and I know you want to see me be safe, but I can handle myself, I know you're capable and strong on your own but you can't keep running into situations without knowing if you're going to get hurt or not-"
There was a pause as Sunday began the healing spell. The wound on Marvin's leg started to heal itself, it would've been an ugly sight to watch but the slivers of gold that was Sunday's magic made it somewhat bearable to watch.
Marvin hissed slightly as the healing spell took place. They always coincidentally felt the same when you got an alcohol wipe to clean a wound- not exactly painful but definitely not pleasant, a small minty burning feeling as the magic started healing the wound.
"Listen, I know you have things you need to do. And it's okay if you can't tell me what those are for whatever reason I just-"
Sunday paused, choosing their words delicately.
"Just let me know if you do. I can help you Marvin. I just- I love you too much to see you put yourself in danger like this. It makes me worry."
Marvin was about to respond before the words Sunday had spoken had fully set in- it seemed that Sunday had the same realisation of what they had just said wash over them.
"You- you said you-"
"I- Yeah, I did"
The two of them could only stare at each other. It was almost like they were both trying to work out a problem in each others minds.
"Is that okay?"
Sunday finally asked. Marvin felt his throat tie up into knots and he couldn't find the right thing to say. He just nodded and smiled shyly at the other. His hand brushed over Sundays hesitantly, Sunday interlocked their fingers and brushed their thumb over Marvin's knuckles.
It was so strange- over the years the pair had been attached at the hip, always holding hands or being in each other's physical spaces almost all the time without question. But now it feels foreign, in a good way but still foreign. There was no hiding behind what their true feelings where.
"Sunny-"
"Marv-"
They had both said at the same time, chuckling slightly as they did so.
"you go first"
Sunday said, Marvin nodded
"I am sorry. For what it's worth- the reason I didn't want you there wasn't because I don't want you to be there I just- I also- you know" Marvin took a breath, "I love you too. And I wasn't telling you because I also couldn't stand the thought of seeing you potentially getting hurt- I. I'm sorry, I was wrong"
Sunday's eyes grew just a little bit brighter at that, their fingers from their free hand gently brushing a stray hair strand out of Marvin's face. Their hand cupping on Marvin, the two of them continued to just stare. Sunday leaned in, kissing softly Marvin on their forehead. Then lightly keeping their foreheads pressed together. The man blushed at that, far more than he'd like to admit.
"I know just- just don't let it happen again. Promise?"
Sunday asked, still pressed against Marvin- their hand still cupping their cheek.
Marvin leaned in, kissing them lightly and hesitantly. The kiss could've only been a few seconds but if you had asked either of them in that moment they would've told you that they had kissed for eternity.
Marvin regrettably pulled back to look at Sunday in their eyes-
"I promise"
Almost simultaneously, the healing spell had finished. Marvin looked down, feeling the magic leave. The wound had been healed completely, leaving behind a sizable pale scar on his skin.
Marvin used it as an excuse to finally curl up next to Sunday. They left out a soft chuckle, Marvin just knew the slew of cat related jokes that were rocketing through the other's brain at that moment. But he found that he didn't mind, just enjoying the others company like he had so many times before. He buried his head into Sunday's shoulder curling up into them.
"Thank you Sunny, for everything"
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mxrtified777 · 1 year ago
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y’know what. what scents do the ibvs boys wear.
RUBS HANDS TOGETHER
So when i originally picked out colognes for the ibvs boys, i just kind of went off whatever i knew at the time instead of actual fragrance profiles and categories, which led to them all only being somewhat well aligned and just. not well organized all in all, but the SECOND time i did it, i actually made a chart of the fragrance categories and sorted the ibvs boys by seasons (fragrances are seasonal for anyone who didnt know) so i could align the notes easier; so, in my opinion:
Isaac is an autumn and leans towards woody orientals and, to a lesser degree, floral oriental; Edward is a summer and leans towards aquatic and citrusy notes; Drew could be an autumn or a spring and leans towards woody and soft oriental notes; Nevin is an autumn or a winter and leans towards orientals and soft orientals, Chris is a spring or a winter and leans towards dry woods and aromatics (and probably gourmands tbh), and Barry is a spring who leans towards greens and citruses. good lord that was a lot but were not done yet because i have a few actual colognes picked out for some of them :)
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Santal 33 for Isaac; simple and woody, a little spicy and a little floral; not super complex, but this fragrance is super iconic amongst fragrance lovers.
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Black Phantom for Chris; I can't NOT give a gourmand cologne for Chris. That would be borderline criminal. The notes of alcohol and tobacco align quite nicely with his daddy issues if i do say so myself. (Also, Ky mentioned ages ago that Chris would be the coffee lover of the boys, and i just remembered that years later)
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Kingdom of Dreams for Nevin; When i fucking tell you it took me 7 million years to find a good smoky cologne for Nevin. Jesus H Christ. Anyways. Warm, earthy, and smoky notes just give me an image of either a bonfire or a ritual in the deepest part of the woods gone horribly wrong. either way, it's fitting for him, and i love it.
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Light Blue for Barry; One of. the hottest colognes I've ever had the pleasure of smelling. 100% a Hot Guy cologne, I, too, would trust my darkest secrets and personal information to a guy if he was wearing this. 10/10 I would wear it, but unfortunately, it's not a fragrance for me.
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Acqua di Gio for Edward; A very, VERY popular cologne, truly iconic, he is the moment, i swear to god 90% of guys have owned this cologne at some point, but it is popular for a reason. I think it would he hilarious if Felix also wore this simply because it fits almost every category of guy.
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and lastly, Dead Sexy for Drew; The fragrance notes on that image simply say "woody," so you would assume the vanilla and sweet notes would be dominant ones, but this 100% smells like moss on decaying trees in the most Drew way imaginable. I can not believe this wasn't tagged with aromatic because that is absolutely the best way to describe it. It smells like how the sun dries the moss on old trees after days of heavy rain, and it's one of my favorites.
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk, this has been Chris Combining His Hyperfixations Together Like Playdough.
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mississpissi · 1 year ago
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im asking you to explain :mic: abby and her dad go
ok this all started w bulks post about “abby” meaning “father’s joy” and it got me thinking about the contrast between cecil’s relationship with his mom versus the relationship i imagine between abby and her dad. fair warning that this mostly exists in my head but u bet ur burger im still gonna try to back up my ideas w quotes from the text (AP lit and lang babey).
first of all, looking at cecil’s relationship with his mom is super important. one of the first things we hear about her is that she used to hide from cecil for days and that she covered all the mirrors in their house (33). she also tells cecil to “beware, be warned, be wary”, which she apparently says to everything and cecil interprets to mean that she’s proud of him. we also hear in “Homecoming” (55) that cecil looks forward to seeing his mom every year at the homecoming game and was disappointed when he wasn’t able to. in “It Sticks With You” (182), we learn their mother would take them into the woods and walk quickly, cecil saying, “I think she wanted to lose us in the shadowy labyrinth of tall trees.” she would leave flowers at the base of the same old tree every time. she would ignore cecil’s questions. in “Bedtime Story” (132), which im convinced is about cecil (but that’s another post), cecil says “he just wanted his mother to show interest in his curiosity.” and even if that story isn’t about him, it is a story his mother would tell him at night, one he never heard the end of. in the traffic section of “Pioneer Days” (143), cecil tells a story of a boy left behind, abandoned by his family, left with nothing but a snake. im also fairly certain this is about him (cecil loves to tell his own story without ever really telling it). 
most revealing is what cecil says in “Ghost Stories” about his mother and her death. we learn their mother left when cecil was 14 (whatever that means), that cecil “thought that Mom would be back at any moment, like maybe she was away on business. Or out for a walk. Or just hiding.” He says, “And Mom flew away, when all other defenses failed her.” we learn she returned many years later, sick and old and “sorry”. we learn that she died soon after in a way that was “mundane”, that cecil was at work when it happened. we learn that cecil mourned her passing.
all of this paints a picture of a relationship that was strained, full of pain, downright abusive. and we see cecil, as he does so often, retrofit this pain to be something more palatable. she was hiding because she was proud. she didn’t speak to him because she was focused on something else. her defenses had failed her. she was struggling with alcoholism and mental illness. she was playing a game. she covered the mirrors because of pride. she came back! her death was inevitable. he misses her. he grieves her. he loved her. she might have loved him. he makes excuses for her because to do anything else would be to admit that he had experienced immense pain- to re-experience this immense pain. better to change the story.
now abby. 
we don’t know nearly as much about abby as i wish we did. we know she “approach[es] life with a total practicality,” that she will save her pain for when she is in private (It Devours!). steve says, “With Abby around, I can't imagine a bad thing that could happen" (89). we know her relationship with cecil has been tumultuous, that she leaned on cecil and then on steve as she raised janice. in “Bedtime Story”, the sister in the story fought with her brother, telling him she hated him. “she would wrestle him to the ground and pull his hair.” after the boy is buried in the ground, the sister often visits the tree he becomes. she plants flowers, removes beatles from his bark, reads in his shade, plucks his fruit. she visits with a man and a child, visits with joy and with tears in turn. this sister, this abby mourns her brother and tries to protect him, fights with him, loves him. 
and, again, in “Ghost Stories”, we learn that abby was “reserved and controlling”, that she dropped out of college when their mom left to raise cecil, that she blamed him (that cecil blamed her for not being their mom). we learn that abby was there when their mother died, that her death prompted cecil and abby to reconcile their differences. we learn that cecil and abby are both haunted by their family. 
here’s where i diverge from what we really have. 
we haven’t really heard from abby. everything we know of her we’ve learned from cecil and steve. but i have to imagine she resented their mother, that she hardly wanted to drop her plans for her future to raise her younger brother.  i hardly have to imagine what it’s like to have that kind of responsibility thrust upon you when all you wanted was to live your own life. i have to imagine watching your mother die, your mother who just reentered your life after years of neglect, would hurt, would be complicated, would cut deep.
i imagine mr. and mrs. palmer bringing home their first born child, naming her “Abby”, naming her “father’s joy”, naming her after the pride that swelled in her father’s chest. i imagine mr. and mrs. palmer doing their best to raise their daughter in a town as hostile as night vale. i imagine them wanting a sibling for their daughter, someone to keep her company when they couldn’t. i imagine abby struggling with the idea for a moment, then embracing her brother wholeheartedly. i imagine mrs. palmer naming their son “Cecil”, naming him “blind”, naming him after the future she saw.
i imagine abby, her father’s joy, watching as he brought his son to “work in the pasture” with him (132). watching as her brother was injured by his curiosity, watching as her father avoided him in his anger. watching her mother hide from her brother. i imagine abby realizing she would have to be the one to patch him up, even while both parents were still home. i imagine abby hearing her father promise that he “would give [his] life for [his son]”, hearing him say her brother could never be a doctor because “he feared for the boy's future patients”. i imagine her wanting her father to offer his life for her, to invite her to the pasture. i imagine her becoming more reserved over time, realizing her brother needed more help and attention, willing to step into the background because she loved him, because she wanted to be strong for her family. i imagine her doing everything she could to live up to her name, to be someone worthy of the joy of her father.
i imagine abby, her father’s joy, watching him leave. maybe she knew why, maybe she was simply left. i imagine abby watching her mother slowly fall into paranoia and fear because of her brother, because of what she had seen. i imagine abby following her mother into the woods, placing flowers on the trunk of a tree she recognizes, trying to keep cecil distracted by playing a game with him. i imagine abby making sure cecil got to school, got food when their mother was hiding from him. i imagine abby finding out her mother too had left, left her with now full time responsibility for cecil. i imagine abby becoming controlling because she had to, because she had lost control over so many other aspects of her life. i imagine abby channeling what she could remember of her father, trying to be strong, reliable- ignoring that he had stopped being that very suddenly. i imagine abby yelling at a teenage cecil, telling herself that it was better than ignoring him like they had. i imagine abby finding out she was to become a mother, a mother without a father, a mother to a daughter who had more needs than she could handle on her own. i imagine abby finding a man who wanted to help, who could provide a stability cecil was unable to, for all his enthusiasm. i imagine abby, kicking her drunk brother she had raised out of her wedding, not willing to look him in the face for years without seeing her father, seeing her mother, seeing ghosts.
and i imagine abby listening to her brother describe their father on live radio. i imagine her cleaning up after the dinner steve made, hearing about a man with a “thin mouth… [and] threatening, beckoning eyes” (192). hearing about a man, their father, her father, going into the forest with a shovel, digging himself out of the ground. i wonder if she put the pieces together retroactively or if she’d had them all along. i imagine her waiting for the shower to cry. i imagine her hearing that cecil received a photograph of their father (201, 219). i wonder if she went to see it, if she was able to, if she even wanted to see it. i wonder if she listened in, checking that her brother was taking care of her daughter, only to hear that her father, the man who’s joy she had once been, was actually talking to cecil (224). i wonder if she wondered why he was reaching out to cecil and not her. i wonder if she called cecil after, or if she knew he meant it when he said, “I refuse to look into it further.” i wonder if she hopes that when cecil is made to remember their father, she gets to as well. i wonder how long she was her father’s joy, and how long she spent grieving whatever changed that.
most of all, i wonder if WE’RE EVER GONNA GET TO HEAR ABBY’S FUCKING VOICE!!
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dolliuv · 9 months ago
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I was just looking at the contents of your blog, and I felt like I found rubbish when I saw one of the anons calling you 'chicks' 💀. Anon, if you don't like a creator who passes by on your account homepage, just press 'block' and no need to insult the creator😃💔
And that anon was 'discussing' age? Bro, I'm the same age as Taki and Harua, and why do so many people always treat 05z like a baby. We are not babies or toddlers, please. We are of legal age:'). What's more, I also did 'sharp' things before I was 18. I was 'educated' by a school whose students came from various countries, some of my friends from Japan or Korea say they already smoke, drink etc (Before they are 18 years old...). I don't feel disturbed, because it's their right. I am not their parent who has the right to scold or lecture them. They say 05z is a baby, but 05 children can already make a baby if without protection💀💀💀 (Sorry I have to say this).
I also wouldn't be surprised if my bias (especially Jo) had already done 'that', because I can't or even control what he wants. After all, it was his choice😃. I know, in Japan there are already people doing that before they are 18, and I'm not surprised by that. My Zerobaseone's bias, Ricky, even had a tattoo before he was 20 years old, and there are still people who say 'Age 18/19 = Not legal yet' 👁️👄👁️. Spain's Crown Princess, Leonor, even drank alcohol on the day of her constitutional oath + on her 18th birthday... Billing herself as 'Legal Teens on the Way to Adulthood'
I don't think this anon knows how teenagers nowadays behave which is sometimes terrible, I wouldn't be surprised if idols were like today's teenagers in general (Especially if they have been raised in a 'free' environment, such as Japan, Korea, America or other European countries)..
Hey darling, you can write whatever you want, don't think about what other people say, just think of them as just a scary wind🫶🏻.
And for anons who hate creators, just block the creators you hate and don't FUCKING leave stupid, mean comments 🙂🙂🙂...
Ugh, I really hate anons who often act like they are the cleanest people around🫠💔
thank you my luv ^__^ 愛してます !! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
i genuinely don’t get why that anon was on me about it😭, plus they sounded so conceited and then tried to flip it on me calling ME rude 💀.
and yes you’re right about how most ppl in japan do anything b4 legal age and again myself included, do infact do that 😭.
you’re very sweet, tysm <33
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gomeraddams · 4 months ago
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Commonly used colloquialisms in our ED (that I was unaware of) (please add on if you have others):
MTF- metabolize to freedom, someone who took too many drugs and needs to be monitored until they sober up and can safely discharge; this is a disposition, not a gender identity, and it will be awkward if you mix them up.
Drunkicidal- someone drank too much to run from their problems. Unfortunately, the alcohol amplified those problems, and now they want to kill themselves.
Homie drive through: typically a gang member that's been shot, so their buddies drive them up to the medic doors, shove them out of the car, and drive away to avoid being asspciated with gang violence. This is actually not that cool, if you're considering this, maybe don't?
Kid: anyone under 40. Often male, often has a baby face and a gentle disposition and did something really stupid to end up in the ER. Example "wow, this kid blew his hand off". The kid in this situation is a 33 year old man.
Organic: uh yeah, so you know that paranoid guy who came into the ER hallucinating wildly, threatening to kill you and everyone you work with and you were certain they'd had a bad batch of whatever their drug of choice was? Their tox screen came back negative, they're either just sort of like that at baseline or they've got something way more serious than you expected going on. Good luck.
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xdarkphoenix · 1 year ago
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                  ❝ I know what it’s like to be afraid of your own mind . ❞
                𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟⧸𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑒 :  jean grey  ›› mutant  ››  melisa asli pamuk.
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❛❛   aesthetic.  ❜❜   ―   ◜   ❏  . ―  the girl’s like one of those Russian dolls; you open one version of her ; only to find there’s another hidden inside her , knows what is like to be afraid of her own mind  , to rise from her own ashes ; she must burn . ―  
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―   ◜   ❏  . ―   « melissa pamuk, 32/48, cis woman, film » ∙∙ loading case file for jean kiraz grey. known aliases, if any:  phoenix / dark phoenix. current location: new york, new york.  current occupation: museum curator.  she have known to be clever and emotional , so proceed with caution. their current alliance: civilian .
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🇧​🇦​🇸​🇮​🇨​🇸  ››
full name : jean grey .
alias : dark phoenix / the phoenix / jean  .
age : 33/48 .
date of birth : june 21st .
occupation : museum curator .
affiliation : x-men  ( former )  /  civilians .
language(s) spoken : english  ,  german  ,  russian  ,  italian  ,  french  ,  spanish .
hair color : brunette .
eye color : brown .
notable scars : n/a .
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positive : resilient  ,  clever
negative : caution  ,  head-strong .
moral alignment : chaotic good .
deadly sin : pride .
hogwart house : gryffindor .
element : fire .
emotional stability : depends on the day .
alcohol use : socially .
prone to violence? : occasionally .
habits : shutting everyone out when her powers overwhelms her .
drives / motivations : herself / her  .
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mother : elaine grey . ( deceased ) .
father :  john grey . ( deceased ) .
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ill be taking jean after the end of the dark phoenix movie . 
―   In 1975, eight-year-old Jean was in the car with her parents John and Elaine Grey as they were driving. She asked her mother to change the station, to which Elaine responded by saying that Jean can listen to whatever song she wanted to when she was old enough to drive. At that moment, Jean’s telekinetic powers flared up, moving the radio dial and changing the station. When her mother asked her what is she doing, Jean denied it. As her telepathy started to manifest, Jean’s mind was overwhelmed with voices, causing her to yell “Quiet!” out loud. This unintentionally made Elaine fall asleep at the wheel of the car, steering it into the direction of an oncoming vehicle that resulted in a car crash. Jean’s telekinesis saved her from being injured by the crash, but her mother was not fortunate enough to survive 
―   this lead jean be enrolled at Xavier’s School of Gifted Youngsters, where she was an outsider and was feared by some students due to the uncontrollable nature of her powers. She has had previous instances where nightmares have caused her powers to overload and shake the whole school, scaring her fellow students. 
―   By 1992, when the space shuttle Endeavour was damaged by the energy of the approaching Phoenix Force, Jean and the X-Men are dispatched into space to rescue the astronauts. Though Nightcrawler managed to rescue most of the crew, one of the astronauts noted that their commander was still aboard the shuttle. Despite Mystique’s misgivings, Professor X convinced Jean and Nightcrawler to go back on to the shuttle to try and rescue the commander. Using her telekinesis, Jean held the broken fragments of the shuttle together while Nightcrawler located the commander. However, when the Phoenix Force struck Endeavour, Nightcrawler was forced to teleport away with the commander, leaving Jean stranded on the shuttle. As the cosmic entity approached the X-Jet, Jean directed it towards her instead, sparing the lives of everyone onboard. Instead of destroying her, the Phoenix Force is absorbed into Jean’s body while Endeavour exploded around her. Empowered by the Phoenix Force, Jean survived while floating in space before Nightcrawler teleported to her and brought her aboard the X-Jet .  
―   because of the incident many of the psychic blocks that Xavier erected in Jean’s mind have eroded . he attempted to calm the slowly awakening Jean but upon discovering that her father was still alive and that Charles lied to her about the incident, Jean managed to eject him from her mind . Reuniting with her father, Jean sadly discovered that he removed all trace of her in his life, blaming her for the death of her mother . this lead jean to become more unstable . this lead to many incident and meeting vuk who tried to manipulate her but in the end jean saw reason after many bloodshed and heartbreaks . Determined to take out vuk , who tried to take her powers from her , jean was too much for Vuk and she was beginning to be overwhelmed by the young mutant. As Scott tried to approach Jean, the field of energy she and Vuk were emanating began to hurt him, causing her to lose focus. Vuk tried to goad Jean to her wishes, but Jean’s resolve proved indomitable
―  Jean flew into space along with Vuk where she unleashed her full potential and destroyed the alien with the very power she sought to wield. Embracing the power she possessed, Jean’s body was seemingly consumed by cosmic flame, exploding into a massive firebird that lit up the night sky, presumed dead by her teammates and the rest of the world. The Xavier Institute was renamed the “Jean Grey School for Gifted Youngsters” in memory of her. 
―  of course , jean never died . jean thought it would be better off if everyone thought she was dead thus , she decided to stay away . sticking to being in outer space in slumber as her powers grew .  It was only 5 years ago that jean came back to earth , fully awakened .  It was hard for her to adjust to seeing how the world had changed . Seeing how some of the xmen had disappeared . but deciding to get a job and staying on the down low . 
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dreamingsushi · 1 year ago
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Eternal Love - Episode 33
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I know, from already having watched the series and read the book that some very unpleasant events are coming. Don’t worry, nothing as painful as when Bai Qian was a poor human stuck in her palace, waiting to give birth to her baby. But still, it makes my blood boil just to think about it. So I’ll try to remain nice, but I don’t make any promises that I will.
Bai Qian fell asleep and when she wakes up, Ali is nowhere to be found. Fortunately, she had the bronze mirror and could see where Ali was... which was in a brothel. He followed a girl in there because a guy forced her in and he wanted to save her. Bai Qian tells him that he has to keep this adventure a secret between the two of them, not let his dad know. Yehua comes just back in time to save Bai Qian that is being harassed by a man. She brushes the incident as something unimportant, he just touched her a little. So he kisses her just a little, that’s fine then right? Then he goes back for the Emperor’s birthday while Bai Qian takes Ali back to Qing Qiu.
Even though I knew what was coming, I’m still so disgusted by Sujin. So her plan was to trick Yuanzhen, the second prince’s son, to her room. There she makes him unconscious and forces him to drink a whole lot of alcohol. She sends her maid asking for help because she’s going to pretend hang herself following being sexually abused by Yuanzhen. Who’s like a teenager, barely. I know I know, they are old and all in terms of years, but he’s still a kid. Like how could you do this to a child? People selfish like Sujin should be banned from existing seriously. I can’t fathom how can one destroy anybody’s life for their own little games. That’s not working hard to earn what you want. You don’t deserve anything. Ugly wench!
Yehua and his uncles are going to his palace where the Emperor is already dealing with the situation. I love how Yehua is just rolling his eyes at Sujin. He’s definitely like: I know you’re full of shit. Why do I still have to deal with you? She’s like please, let me die, please. I wish Yehua could just say alright, go hang yourself, good riddance. Unfortunately, the Emperor won’t let that happen, he likes Sujin too much and trusts her too much. That old dude is always in the way. Poor Yuanzhen, he tries to state the truth, but the Emperor won’t believe him. Of course. He doesn’t know to what lengths Sujin may go to “get” what she wants. So he gets sent to the mortal world to go through a 60 year long trial. The logic of the Emperor “You, his father, left with a woman and I never thought you would do something like that! No wonder your son did something so bad!” That guy... How did he even become the Emperor to begin with? So dumb.
Yehua warns her that next time she does shit like this, he won’t let it slide. The only reason she’s still alive right now is because she has Susu’s eyes in her eye orbits. When she dies, Susu’s eyes die with her. You see how worthless she is to him? And she made herself even more worthless. There you go, your stupid plan worked to perfection, right?
Since as Susu she never had any good memory in the palace, Yehua wants to start over with Bai Qian and have her fall for him. It’s alright she forgot.
More of Donghua and Fengjiu’s love story in the mortal realm. Very boring.
And that is all for today. I’m sorry if I offended any Sujin fan here, but she has no excuse for her behaviour except selfishness unlike other dislikable characters (for example Meng Yao in the Untamed who was an awful person, but I could still pity him for his sad sad sad life). Sujin’s only life problem is that her parents died. She was raised like a princess, sister of the Crown Prince. We can’t say she really has anything to be bitter about. I’m not trying to say that losing your parents is nothing, it’s hard at whatever age you are. But she had a happy life and only her own desires are guiding her.
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emodarylss · 2 months ago
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01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?
I guess so????
02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?
My dad
03: Do you regret anything?
A lot of things. But I feel the most guilt and regret for not taking my late cat to the vet when she was obviously dying and sick
04: Are you insecure?
Oh absolutely
05: What is your relationship status?
Taken 🦏
06: How do you want to die?
lol anything but suicide, ana complications, or murder . Idk I guess old age or something would be best
07: What did you last eat?
Scrambled eggs, toast with butter
08: Played any sports?
Softball
09: Do you bite your nails?
All the time
10: When was your last physical fight?
I forget
11: Do you like someone?
Umm obviously and it’s mouse
12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?
Yes😭
13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?
YES omg
14: Do you miss someone?
My cat
15: Have any pets?
One fatass cat and a beta fish
16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?
Pooping
17: Ever made out in the bathroom?
lol yes in the school bathroom too it was embarrassing
18: Are you scared of spiders?
Yes but I like the Metallica Spider
19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?
Yes but also no because I wouldn’t be mouses gf
20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?
I forget but it was years ago I think
21: What are your plans for this weekend?
I’m gonna go home and work tomorrow and listen to my aepsa cd player
22: Do you want to have kids? How many?
Do cats count at kids? As many as possible without it getting overwhelming
23: Do you have piercings? How many?
One on each ear
24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?
Science, English, psychology
25: Do you miss anyone from your past?
My late cat and my grandpa
26: What are you craving right now?
Nothing thankfully
27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?
Not on purpose but I think so yes
28: Have you ever been cheated on?
Yes
29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?
Yes I think but not on purpose
30: What’s irritating you right now?
My friends mom
31: Does somebody love you?
Gee I hope (my butch)
32: What is your favourite color?
Red
33: Do you have trust issues?
Yes
34: Who/what was your last dream about?
Norman Reedus LOL
35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?
My dad
36: Do you give out second chances too easily?
Yes and I need to stop
37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?
Neither
38: Is this year the best year of your life?
Oh absolutely not it’s probably the worst LOL but at least I’m not back to alcohol
39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?
10
40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?
As a baby
51: Favourite food?
Idk
52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?
I don’t know
53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?
Text mouse
54: Is cheating ever okay?
Ok not rly unless ur s/o is like an asshole or whatever I guess?
55: Are you mean?
I can be and I hate myself for it
56: How many people have you fist fought?
Like 3
57: Do you believe in true love?
Yes
58: Favourite weather?
Thunderstorm & snow
59: Do you like the snow?
Yes
60: Do you wanna get married?
Yes
61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?
Personally I don’t like it very much but it’s ok I guess I won’t stop you???
62: What makes you happy?
Mouse and Norman Reedus and Roblox
63: Would you change your name?
Maybe idk
64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?
Yes
65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?
Tell them I’m a lesbian
66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?
I have no boy friends
67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?
My friends dad
68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?
My friend
69: Do you believe in soulmates?
I guess so
70: Is there anyone you would die for?
Mouse Maddie Luna Karl Elfie Bowie + 2 of my Twitter mutuals + one of my irl friends
70 horrible questions ... Fuck it
01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?
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tteokdoroki · 4 years ago
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countdown | k.bakugou + e.kirishima.
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♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou, eijirou kirishima  x fem!reader.
♡ word count: 6.1K
♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.
♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.
♡ summary: with the new year finally approching, your boyfriends figure out the perfect way to start the countdown.
♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ), oral sex ( female recieving ), fingering, choking, dumbification, degredation, double penetration, daddy!kink, master!kink, creampie, cumplay. guys it’s a lot idk what to tell you brrrrr. 
♡ author’s note(s):  um this is like 8 days late but happy new years y’all, first fic of 2021 and it is a Wild one !! this kinda goes with along with my christmas deku fic, you don’t have to read it but it gives some context!! thank for all your love and support, stay safe babies <33
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“don’t look so nervous, shitty girl.”
your gaze flicks up  and to the left of the rim of your tainted red solo cup, a pretty mauve stain coating the outer edge.  you can see bakugou moving in your peripheral vision, slender body resting against the counter in the kitchen you’ve hidden yourself away in— outside a new years party bustles away, so full of life that you’ve struggled to become a part of.  it was supposed to be a small gathering, a few of your boyfriends’ mates were getting together to see off the awful year after finals and tears and mishaps.
you were excited, you’d spent some time with the group before and were stoked to get to know them a bit better— but the idea had quickly been scrapped when kirishima’s roommate turned the tiny event into a full blown goodbye bash. so now your social anxiety was through the roof and you could hardly think about enjoying yourself.
downing the rest of your... well whatever the hell it is...you shift to face the blonde with a slight scowl.  “i’m not nervous, katsuki.” you half growl in an attempt to keep the explosive blonde away, but crimson eyes with mischievously sparkling irises only roll once, your lover can read you like an open book— and for that you hate him... but only just.
“yeah?” katsuki hums, turning to corner you against the worktop. forgoing your empty cup, your free hands instantly settle themselves on your boyfriend’s hips— the material of his black skinny jeans rough against your palms, sneakily to thread fingers through his belt loops to tug him closer and barely feel flustered by the half lidded gaze bakugou gives you. “if you’re not s’nervous, then why the fuck are you hidden away in here?”
it’s your turn to send your eyes rolling, to which katsuki catches and gives you a gentle nip to the cheek. “i’m not hiding either, i came in here to get a drink for kiri— hey! don’t look at me like that.” the rest of your words fall flat in a whine you don’t mean to set free, bakugou grinning like a maniac above you. his eyes sparkle at the hint of your lie as if he can see right through you, which again... you hate. out of the two of your boyfriends; the blonde was able to pick up on your behaviours slightly faster than kirishima— you put it down the quick reflexes and his complex for wanting to be first at everything but that didn’t make him any less annoying.
in response, bakugou bites down a little harder on your fleshy cheek, pulling you closer by the waist so that your legs wrap around him from over the counter. “a drink that kiri already has, baby? stop lyin’, you loser,” he mumbles into your skin, making you huff. “talk to me.”
“fuck you, but fine...” whining again and with a slight buzz of alcohol to your veins you tilt your head before bakugou can affectionately chomp onto your cheek again and attempt to steal a small peck from him. your love only denies you of this pleasure, at least until you tell him the truth. “okay, okay. i’m in here hiding ‘cause there’s too many people and i’m afraid i’ll be too nervous to talk to your friends.”
“‘m feeling burnt out katsu, there’s so many more people here than i expected and i’m worried that your friends might not like me s’much anymore...”
bakugou smirks, running his tongue over the top row of his pearly whites and you cross your arms in defeat.  “you’re so fuckin’ stupid, yn.”
“fuck you! right up your stupid little ass—“
your blonde boyfriend raises a brow which silences you quickly and makes you wriggle in annoyance. “you’re stupid ‘cause our friends aren’t gonna stop liking you for gettin’ shy— there’s a lotta people out there that aren’t exactly kiri or i.” you perk up at the mention of your latter partner which makes katsuki smile and release you. “just relax. they love you, we love you...let’s just say goodbye to this fuckin’ shitty year, okay?”
you nod and watch as the male moves away from you to fix you both another set of drinks while you adjust yourself to go back into the outside world. the kitchen stays quiet compared to the bass blasted music that echoes throughout the dorm halls, giving you time to grasp at feelings of anxiety and attempt to soothe them— you promise yourself to leave all of the negative feelings behind and focus on making happy memories with your friends. bakugou breaks you from your thoughts and hands you another cup filled with a drink you recognise to be your favourite, he doesn’t speak however and leans back against the worktop to drink his own beverage.
you’ve always liked that he gives you room to think and make a note to show your appreciation later on. your boy’s love language was always through actions and hardly ever words.
but your bubble of sweet silence is soon burst when one of your partner’s friends darts into the kitchen, a look of excitement dancing brightly across pink lined features. her amber eyes land  on you first and swiftly find bakugou after causing a smile to break out against her features. “ohmygod finally, i was wondering where you guys got to! come on, the countdown’s about to start!” you quickly place her name to be mina, remembering her voice from the last time you’d met and offer her a sweet smile in return as her hand reaches out for yours. you take it.
bakugou tsks; clearly irritated but pushes himself off of the counter and follows behind you motherless, mina dragging you in the direction of the living room. somehow she effortlessly weaves you through sweaty bodies of students from the floors below and practically tosses you to the sharks that can be named as your boyfriends’ pals. luckily, your katsuki is right behind you to steady your hips while mina flops onto a couch with the others.
“there they are! two thirds of our favourite lovebirds...” someone to the right of you speaks up; you recognise her to be the roommate you’d walked in on when visiting bakugou’s place before christmas and relax a little. the girl was nice, affectionate and ever so sweet with you the first time you’d met. she curls up in the lap of another guy with green chair, who you presume is the ‘shitku’ or ‘deku’ your lovers had told you about, respectively.
speaking of, katsuki makes himself comfortable next to kirishima on his old loveseat from your hometown— you’d played rock paper scissors with him to keep it, but lost. you couldn’t complain though, the red heard rewarding you with a flurry of kisses in place of the old battered chair.
but with no room and the gang already taking up most of the couch, eijirou pulls you to sit on his thighs and wraps his arms around your middle before pressing a kiss atop your head. “missed you, where’d you go?” he pouts into your neck and fiddles with the frayed ends of your skirt, his free hand grasping at the drink he had.
“i was—“
“she was hidin’ in the kitchen; pretending to fix somethin’.” katsuki cuts you off, earning himself a glare from you and amused chuckles from others ( having pulled their attention away from the countdown on the television ). he attempts to snuggle closer to you both afterwards, making your red headed boy kiss his cheek. you could tell that your explosive boyfriend was feeling a little left out, he’d always doubted himself in the relationship the three of you had ever since he’d found out kirishima had you; his lover back in his hometown,  before college. but you’d loved kiri and couldn’t make him choose between the two people he needed most in his life, so despite the tears and drama...you’d learned to love bakugou as well.
you reach over to squeeze his hand but don’t miss the twitch of his lips into a smile while he watches the live countdown on tv.
kaminari; the blonde who sits at your feet pipes up next— cheeks red from the alcohol he nurses. “why were you hiding, doll?” he hiccups, earning himself a kick to he back from both bakugou and kirishima. “ouchies...”
“she probably wanted to get away from your annoying ass...” sero quips from across the group, where mina lazily toys with his jet black hair; causing bakugou’s roommate to snort and spew her drink in izuku’s face. as far as you were aware, the pair were living together in their apartment off campus and weren’t dating, but might as well have been. katsuki had told you sero was a coward but seeing them now made you think it was cute.
“fuck you, that’s mean!”
“ah, but kaminari my dear friend, it is true...”
a boy with dual eyes chuckles, himself and another figure join the latter male on the ground, hair ruffled and clothes clearly out of place. the girl blinks up at you with a sweet grin before turning to chat with the other girls while eiji fist bumps the male. you remember them as momo and todoroki respectively. bakugou’s roommate checks her watch quickly, a faux frown playing at her lips. “and you guys are done with fourty minutes to spare before new years , a new record...quite frankly, i’m impressed!”
it’s your turn to frown as the newbies blush and attempt to hide their faces. the rest of the group seem amused, sero and denki smirking between themselves, your boyfriends and izuku hiding embarrassed faces while the girls giggle and tease. you can’t help the next words.
“what were they doing?” you whisper innocently and mostly to yourself, unable to focus on the feeling of katsuki pressing kisses to your linked hands to avoid adding to the conversation. however; all eyes teeter over to you, making you freeze up and shuffle nervously in kirishima’s lap.
“fucking in the closet by the front door, they do it every year.” mina teases, causing your face to heat up while momo swats at the pink girl. “nasty right, yn?”
“quit it mina, you’re making her shy!”
you swallow hard and nod shakily, and swear you can almost feel the quiet groan that erupts from katsuki’s chest. “right...”
the group is clearly a little tipsy and you’re not quite drunk enough to feel eat ease with the antics of your lovers’ friends; but one thing lead to another and the topic of conversation lands on you. “maybe yn will get a little new years treat too—“ midoriya slurs somewhere off, by now he and his girlfriend alone have downed a bottle of vodka and cutely make out from time to time. and yet, your boyfriends both have different ideas, the hot headed blonde preparing to launch himself at izuku while the manly red head blushes a shade so deep it could rival his dyed hair.
“what’d you say, shitty nerd?”
it all happens way too fast and you can barely register bakugou’s sudden movement before it’s too late— his elbow jolts as he attempts to kill his best friend’s lover, resulting in eijirou’s drink being knocked clean out of his hand and all over your cute little shirt. you squeal and shudder as the cold liquid seeps right through the thin material, exposing your chest to partygoers and friends alike who cheer as the countdown locks onto thirty minutes until the new year.
kirishima jumps up right after you, shielding your exposed chest from his friends ( mostly denki ) who refuse to look away and leads you up to his room to change while bakugou barks out expletives at deku.
after all it was his fault that your cute tits were out on new years eve.
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“what if she’s mad at us kiri? she was already feeling anxious about being here tonight and now—“
“she won’t bakubabe, she loves us and she’ll know it was just an accident, you were defending her honour after all...”
you choose this moment to push open the bathroom door of kirishima’s en-suite, having wiped away most of the beverage that had made your tummy sticky. luckily your skirt had survived his awful choice of rum and cola but at least you smelled nice. two sets of red eyes cast their gaze upon your form, naked apart from the cute pink bra that cups your breasts and tiny skater skirt that sits above your plush thighs.
the boys can already feel their mouths drying at the sight of you have exposed under the yellowing light of kirishima’s dorm room. your skin still shines with the reminders of alcohol as you make your way over to them on the bed, sitting between them with the aforementioned red head’s shirt in your hands.
instantly they shift closer towards you, absorbing your warmth as their fingertips graze your skin. “i told you guys i was fine, i know it was an accident.” you murmur softly, taking both of their hands into yours. “besides, i needed to get out of there for a bit, your friends are—“
“loud?” kirishima offers, kissing your knuckles.
“annoying?” this time it’s bakugou who speaks, shoving his face into your neck to hide from you, still apologetic. his soft blonde hair tickles your neck and you can’t help but giggle gently into the air. “you liked that.”
shaking your head, you pinch at his side and tug eijirou close enough for him to lean his head atop yours. “—they’re a lot, a lot to handle... i just need a little time to calm down before we head back out there.” briefly letting go of your boyfriends’ hands, you reach for the red band t-shirt sitting in your lap in order to shrug it on, but your red headed lover quickly stops you.
“i could think of a few ways to calm you down angel,” he mumbles lowly, so much so that you feel the sound ripple in kirishima’s chest but you’re too distracted by the sudden feeling of katsuki sucking gentle marks into the column of your throat. “we still have a bit of time before we hit midnight on the countdown, right bakugou?”
the hot headed boy only looks up briefly from your bruised and bitten skin, a devilish smirk crossing his lips while the boys work together to push you back onto the sheets. “damn right ei, say we got about twenty minutes to take her mind off things,” your body tingles at the way the talk about you as if you’re not even there, heat beginning to brew in the pits of your tummy. “so, keep the shirt off, won’t you baby?”
you release the offending material as if it’s burnt your palms, thighs spreading instinctively as kirishima’s hand wanders between them to smooth your soft flesh. “yes..., yes katsuki...”
“that’s not what we say, is it babe?” kiri scolds, slapping your inner thigh while bakugou leaves a trail of sloppy kisses that stop just atop your breasts.
“...i mean...yes, sir.”
“atta fuckin’ girl.”
your breath hitches at the feeling of katsuki’s finger tips wrapping around the base of your throat, his touch is delicate and compares starkly with the roughness of his skin— calloused from hard work and use of his quirk. eyes roll to the back of your head at that very thought, the idea that your lover could hurt you in the most delicious of ways using his explosive nature but you have little time to dwell on the fantasy as your other boyfriend moved to hover above your face, ruby red hair tickling at your forehead while he slots his lips against your parted ones.
kirishima’s lips are soft and bitter with the taste of rum clinging to every ridge and imperfection in the skin there so you reach up and weave your fingers through dyed locks in order to bring him closer. meanwhile, bakugou makes quick work of your laced bra— tearing it down to expose your nipples to the cool air they harden under. his hot mouth encapsulates the bud, rolling it between rows of sharp edged teeth in away that has your back arching for more. the blonde ravishes your chest teeth and tongue, while his freehand works on groping your other breast— both of the fleshy mounds being shown equal amounts of attention in different ways, making you whimper wetly against kiri’s mouth.
saliva pools on your tongue, collecting between you and your lover while his own explores the cavern of your hot mouth. the pair of you watch one another with hooded eyes as kirishima pulls away, nothing but a string on your drool connecting you. you swear that every nerve in your body lights up at once just at the sight. “katsuki, you should see yn’s little face right now,” he breathes weightily against your raw lips, hand coming up the squish your cheeks together almost painfully. “we’ve barley even touched her and she’s already looking so fucking fucked out.”
“eiji...sir, please...” you gargle at the mocking lilt to kirishima’s voice and let your hand slip from his hair to cup his wrist as he pinches at your cheeks once more.
but this time, katsuki is the one who speaks to you— vermillion eyes clouded with dark lust when he looks up at you. he’d long moved past his brutal assault on your chest, already leaving a mass of sloppy kisses and bite marks down your abdomen until now, where his head was buried right underneath your little skirt. “the fuck you begging for, slut?” the blonde sneers at you so harshly that pathetic tears begin to pool in your eyes. eijirou is quick to wipe them away before they can hit your heated cheeks but you can tell from the look on his face he’s even more turned on by the sight. “well? i asked you a question.”
“she’s crying, katsuki.”
“don’t give a fuck if she cries or not, i’ll give her a real reason to in a minute.” and katsuki bakugou always lives up to his threats, shuffling back under your skirt to press his tongue flat against your soaked panties. he groans into the material, sending vibrations straight up to your clit before he pulls the sticky material away  from your heat. “god...kiri, she’s s’fuckin’ wet. here.” you writhe against the sheets, jolting as bakugou guides your partner’s free hand to your gummy cunt.
his thick digits press into your sensitive nub and gather your slick between their fingertips, both boys watch in awe and hunger as more of the viscous nectar seeps out of you at their actions. “you’re right, she’s soaked, aren’t you baby?”
you can only nod weakly before the boys pounce, kirishima sucking his fingers clean before they go right back to drawing shapes on your puffy clit. bakugou wastes no time either, pinning you down to the bed with on arm as he slides his pink tongue up you the length of your glistening slit. the two of your lovers work together to make a mess of you, between the blonde slurping at your lower lips likes it his last mean and the red head circling your pleasure button over and over— you have no room to breathe.
all you can do is take what you’re given, throwing your head back as your  high pitched moans mingle with the steady beat of the music out in the hall. your pushy gushes around katsuki’s tongue as he forces it deeper into your tightness, committing each ridge to memory and dirtying his face with more of your juices. eijirou alternates the pressure of his fingers from time to time, grinning brightly every time your face twitches with need or with pleasure. your boys are so good to you, even when they’re in control of your body they always make sure you’re feeling good. getting you off, gets them off.
the waves of ecstasy are rolling off your sweat licked skin, the heat of two bodies pressed against you sending the temperature of your own off of the charts, arching perfectly every time katsuki nips at your pulsing pussy just right or eijirou pinches your clit between finger and thumb. you can’t help but leak all over the place, sure that there’s a dark patch on your innocent little skirt, but it’s worth it for the way your boys make you feel, for they tongue laps over your hard pleasure button even with fingers drawing every shape under the sun on it.
you gasp for air as the knot in your stomach twists and the fire of passion burns a brighter shade in your lower tummy, you sit right on the fence of earth shattering pleasure when both boys rip themselves away from you. “w-why’d...why’d you stop?” you wail, tears threatening to spill once more as your high slips away from your grasp.
you make an attempt to rut your hips into bakugou’s face that sits merely inches away from your sopping cunt, but he only smacks your thigh and cuts his eyes. “we’re checking the time, seeing how long we have left to make you feel good, so quit your fuckin’ cryin, okay?”
sniffling and bucking your hips into the air, you agree silently— only comforted by kirishima when he returns from his phone to cup your cheeks again, pressing kisses to your heated face. he slides his fingers that had been dirtied past your lips in a silent command to suck them clean too. “only twelve minutes left until the new year baby, can you cum, before then?” the red head coos you softly, but you don’t have the chance to respond, for bakugou latches right onto your pussy again, tongue thrusting in and out of your fluttering hole and sliding over your puffy clit.
kirishima hums against your neck while you choke and heave, his lips dancing across the base to add lovebites much harsher than your other lover between your shaky legs. your body calls for release as you tangle your fingers in a forest of blonde, causing your boyfriend to groan and hook his arms around your thighs— sucking, biting and ravishing your poor little entrance at an animalistic pace.
you jerk as the same feeling from earlier begins to unwind in your tummy, hips rolling violently against katsuki’s face. “gonna, mmmph....gonna—“
“what baby? what are you gonna do? be a good girl and tell daddy so he can help you...” eijirou coaxes the whines out of you, nosing up your bruised and bitten skin to trace over your wide parted lips. his own hand moves to join yours in your boyfriend’s hair, pushing his head further into your embarrassingly desperate cunt— lewd and wet sounds filling the air while katsuki growls at the slightly painful feeling.
“cum! gonna cum!” stars start to appear behind your eyes, splashes of colour dancing along your vision much like the people outside your room as you squeal and the knot in your stomach finally unravels with your release. the more explosive one out of your pair of lovers gulps down every drop of your sweet, honeyed release as the after shocks of your orgasm dash through your veins.
you watch with hooded eyes as bakugou leans up from between your slick thighs to share the taste of you in a kiss with kirishima, their tongues slide together in the filthy exchange, riling one another up while their hands slip under their shirts that have suddenly become to tight. stripping the offending garments, both of your boys return to you in your blissed out state, eyes wide with a carnal desire to take you again. “you did so well, naughty little thing,” bakugou hums, voice raspy as he pulls you into his chest. his caramel skin is almost too hot to the touch but it’s all you can focus on while you lose the feeling of eijirou to your left. the sound of a belt clinking further off is faint, but you pay it no heed as the blonde before you lays back with you on top of him. “‘gonna give you our cocks now, ‘kay princess? gonna cum on our cocks while we fuck you into next year...”
suddenly, you become hyper aware of the cockhead that presses against your creamy clit and gently push your hips back against it, just to hear katsuki groan. his large and worn palms settle on your waist as he grinds back to meet your sticky pussy— the feeling making both your mouths fall open in low groans. “gimme your cocks, please,” is all you can say, mind far to hazy to form a proper sentence containing any word other than please. “want it now, can’t wait,” you can barely finish your sentence, too needy to think as you press your lips against bakugou’s for the first time that night, shivering at the taste of your release against his tongue. the kiss is sloppy, going nowhere in particular as you grind against each other and wait for kiri.
speaking of the red headed devil, he leans over the two of you, grabbing your jaw delicately to steal a kiss from you as his own length presses hotly against your backside. “can’t let you two have all the fun, can i?” your boyfriend chuckles breathlessly, slowly circling his hips into your ass, you have no idea how long the boys have been hard for but they waste no more time lifting your hips to align both of their thick cocks against your entrance.
bakugou soothes small circles into your lower back as the two of them press into you,  there’s a slight sting as your hole resists their intrusion— a burn that brings tears to your eyes with the attempt to double stuff you but you bite your lip and focus on the feeling of their leaking tips smearing precum along your velvet lined walls. a broken moan escapes you when they finally bottom out, thick and length girths buried balls deep inside of your throbbing heat and trapping them in.
you pulse around them as the boys wait for you to adjust, their hot breath tickling at your ears and neck. “yn,” katsuki groans, fidgeting beneath you while your nipples harden against his chest. “you’re s’fuckin tight, do we not fuck you enough? shit baby...”
“uhuh, need you ta move, ta fuck me open...please,” you slur, slumping between kirishima and bakugou— you can barely form words, mind too hazy at the thought of being so full of your boyfriends and their leaking, sloppy cocks. they love seeing you so useless between them, barley able to move except for the occasional jump in your hips to prompt them to move.
“so cute, let’s give the poor baby what she wants, yeah katsuki?”
nothing could prepare you for the sudden feeling of both your boyfriends’ thrusting into you at once. it’s a tight fit that has you jolting so far forward, bakugou has to grip your hips to keep you still while kirishima grunts into your neck, hushing his own means with every kiss he places against your skin. the red head places a weighted palm on the base of your spine, forcing your ass up into the air and setting the pace. your cunt spasms with the roughness, soaking their cocks in your honeyed nectar as they push into you, stretching your hole for all it’s worth.
the boys have had their way with you before, usually taking turns forcing their cocks down your throat and painting your tongue with the taste of salty cum or spreading your thighs wide and licking you clean— but the way they double stuff you has you losing your goddamn mind, bright red cockheads catching on every ridge of your gummy walls at every push and pull of their hips. the two aren’t doing any better than you, poor katsuki whimpers at the way you attempt to roll your hips back onto them— chest heaving as his own cock brushes against his lover’s inside of you.
the youngest of the two, eijirou can barely breathe, stuck on how your cunt flutters around them, sweaty chest moulding perfectly with your arched back and hands grabbing fistfuls of your cute fleshy ass. the room is filled with heavy pants and the scent kid your sex in he air, clear liquid seeping down from your twitching pussy onto your thighs and splashing against heir pelvises. “what a sticky fuckin’ mess, huh princess?” the ash blonde somehow manages to mock you, his hazy blood red eyes dancing with amusement as your own well up with tears and your mouth hangs open in a needy wail when when kirishima manages to plough directly into your gummy sweet spot. katsuki weakly grabs hold of your cheeks, and like earlier, forces them together while your babble nonsense about how good it feels. he taps your cheeks a few times, almost as if he’s trying to rouse you from your fucked out state and smirks with pride when all you can do is cry some more. “oh shit, ei, we’ve fucked her dumb.”
his evil laugh rings out into the electric air, mingling with the grunts of your red headed lover and the should of skin slapping on skin. it’s so wet, so dirty and you should feel nasty for how their cocks cream warmly inside of you. the hand that rests of your back ( also belonging to ejirou ) slides up to the back of your neck, tugging you upwards while he chokes you out. “yeah baby? you turning into our dumb, brainless little bitch on new years? how pathetic.” the red haired boy utters hoarsely into your ear, nipping at it with sharpened teeth. the sudden gushing from your iron hot walls gives away how you feel about his degrading words, each one going straight to your core.
you find it in you to nod, arching your back and shivering when your lovers laugh at you, demean you for how much of a stupid slut you’re being when sandwiched between them. “feel so full...want more, fuck me more eiji, harder katsu...” you trip over each of your breathless words, falling into a throaty groan that comes from deep with. you want more, need more— and they give it to you. pumping into you at an eleven faster pace than before, the clapping of balls against your ass and count filling  your ears while the lively music begins to pump outside. ten boys live for his, taking you at a moment where anyone could walk in and see you stretched over their dribbling girths, the thrill drives them insane, drives you to sinful pleasures from worlds away.
“that’s our dumb little bitch, beg for more.” katsuki growls proudly, hand dropping between your entangled bodies to draw searing patterns into your clit— you’d scowl at him for activating his quirk every time his digits sparked over the puffy nub, but you were too far gone to care.
“keep rubbin one out on her bakugou— she clenches down so fucking hard when you do that.” kirishima sighs, hips beginning to stutter.
even the boys are joining you on cloud nine, eijirou tilting your head to get a good look at your face while you bounce back on their hardened lengths. bakugou and kirishima groan in unison at the sight of your lewd expression, eyes rolling back, tongue lolling out of your mouth while drool and tears smear across your mascara stained cheeks. what a fucking mess you are, body flushed and skirt stained, what a fucking mess they’ve made you— a weak and pathetic baby girl who shivers and writes each time a fat cock brushes up against your g-spot. broken laments slip from between your bruised lips as the two of your lovers angle their hips just right, prodding your pleasure spot over and over— and when both boys sneak hands down to press on your tummy bulge, you almost see stars.
your nails dig deeply into the pecks of the blonde beneath you, heart jumping as he lets out a broken howl of pleasure mixed with pain. the faint sound of a count down slips in from behind the closed door and you feel as if it’s a clock ticking towards your organs. desire flares up inside of you as you push and grind against your lover’s to chase your own release. “i’m so close, so so close... gonna cum, don’t stop. please don’t stop!” you chant, screwing your eyes shut while the boys give it their all.
three. the crowd cheers from outside.
“you cum when we say so, you cum on these fat cocks, okay honey? that’s right, that’s fucking right...” bakugou snarls, his own eyes crossing with the immense pleasure he feels from your welcoming heat. you nod feverishly and seek out his hand to hold.
two. drunken shouts spill into the halls, excitement crackling in the air.
their hips stutter, kirshima barley holding on as he works all three of you towards that final hurdle, kissing your cheek softly. “oh shit baby, the way you’re clamping around us...god, you’re gonna make me lose it. you can do it, you can cum for us...”
one. happy new year!
“holy fucking shit!”
“oh, fuck...yeah, yeah...”
colours, like fireworks, burst behind your eyes in flashes as the ecstasy that’s built up within you is finally released. your juices splash against the hips of bakugou and the pelvis of kirishima, painting them with your sweetness and making their skin shine under the yellow artificial light. they follow not long after as you tremble between their bodies; two loads of thick, hot cum spray your insides and cost it white— the potent milky liquid reaching as far as your womb, yet most of it leaking out of your velvet walls.
eijirou collapses to your side on the soiled sheets, watching with awe as a mix of all of your arousals seep out of your abused hole. you squirm in the elder’s  grasp as the red head’s fingers delicately scoop up some of the sticky mess and bring it to his mouth. a satisfied hum leaves his lips as he sucks bus own digits clean, blinking at both you and katsuki sleepily. “happy new year, guys, i love you.”
“yeah yeah, love you both too,” bakugou rolls his eyes but holds an arm out for the younger male to roll into, hugging you both to the blonde’s chest. despite his his gruff and harsh voice, you can still see the traces of adoration on his face. he loves you both so much and wouldn’t dare change this night for the world. “happy new year, ya horny little bastards.”
completely blissed out and too tired to scold him for sounding so mean, however, you lean forward and press a soft kiss to the younger’s nose before sneaking one to the grump in which you lie on. “i love you guys so much, you nasty boys.”
the three of stay curled up for a while after that, as the party outside bursts with hopefulness for the new year. it seems as though you’re all going to fall asleep when the door bursts open to reveal a certain tipsy group of friends.
“so this is what you guys were doing instead of celebrating the countdown with us,”  mina chimes, hanging off of sero’s back as she peeks her head through the doorway. you squeal and make a dive for the blankets, hiding your naked body from the view of your lovers’ prying friends.
bakugou’s roommate huffs triumphantly while izuku, todoroki and momo fail to hold back their laughter. “told you she was gonna get laid.”
kirishima flushes red as his hair and makes an attempt to join you in hiding under the sheets while your explosive boyfriend jumps out of the bed in full naked glory, activating his quirk to threaten his friends. “i’m gonna count to three, and all of you better start fucking running before i kick your asses for bursting in on us.”
“but i thought we already had a countdown...y’know for the new year,”denki dumbly comments. “don’t be silly baku bro!” but he doesn’t have much time to dwell on his thought for your angry boyfriend is already chasing him down the hall, explosions sparking at his sides.
it’s the first day of the new year and denki kaminari is already going to die at the hands of abutt naked katsuki bakugou.
happy fucking new year indeed.
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leossmoonn · 3 years ago
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could i please request a stefan fluff where the reader is like spanish or smth, but she speaks ij english with everyone. and her and stefan are dating. so one day she gets upset over smth so she starts ranting in spanish and stefan can't understand a thing. and he's like "oh- ok-" even though he didn't understand anything. if not thats ok! have a nice day!!
have a nice day too <33
masterlist
pairing - stefan salvatore x spanish speaking, fem!reader
type - fluff, angst
note - i put the reader as a spanish speaker and not just spanish, so it could be more inclusive :). and i'm so sorry that this is so bad. i couldn't come up with a better plot like i wanted to, but i hope you enjoy anyways!
warnings / includes - language, kissing, food and alcohol mention, cute couple stuff, you getting upset (duh), kissing, stefan trying to be supportive but also being really confused lol. you all are like in your late 20s for this lol. for those who aren't spanish speakers, i will put translations in little text under each sentence/paragraph
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"Sí. Bueno, lo retomaré más tarde. Gracias," you hung up the phone, setting it down with a smile on your face.
["Yes. Okay, I will pick it up later. Thank you."]
"Hey, who was that?" Stefan come over to you, wrapping his arm around your waist.
"That was Lucas's friend. He was able to get the cake and the cupcakes made early!" You squealed, jumping up and down in his arms.
"Oh, that's awesome! Looks like Caroline won't be bugging you anymore," Stefan chuckled.
"Oh, I know. Man, am I happy to finally get this party planning over with," you sighed, turning around and leaning against the counter.
You smiled as you came face-to-face with your boyfriend. You hung your arms around his neck lazily, twirling the hair on the nape of his neck with your first fingers.
"Tired?" Stefan raised a brow, settings hands on your hips.
"Exhausted. And to think the actual party is tonight," you chuckled. "Well, that's the easiest part, right?" Stefan asked.
"Yeah, watching over twenty-to-twenty five eleven years olds is easy," you rolled your eyes.
"You'll have help. Caroline, me, Bonnie, Ric, Elena, Matt. Even Damon has volunteered to watch them!"
"Or lure them in a back corner and fed on them," you scoffed. "Hey, Damon's a lot of things, but he is not a child-blood-sucker," Stefan defended.
"Awe, you're defending him. How cute," you booped his nose.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. We are goals. Or whatever the kids are saying these days."
You giggled at his words, turning back around as you heard the front door open. You looked to see Caroline, Bonnie, and Elena carrying the twins, a bunch of presents, and at least five boxes of pizza.
"Damn. I wish you guys bought me this many presents!" You exclaimed.
"Oh, shut up. We give you a bottle of champagne and you're already over the moon," Elena snickered.
"Well, what can I say? I'm a simple gal," you grinned.
"Hey, Stef, can you help, please? Put these next to the window sill," Bonnie ordered as she was carrying most of the presents.
"Yeah, of course," Stefan nodded. He ran over to her with his vampire speed, picking up the presents at lightening speed and laying them out in towers.
"Thank you," Bonnie sighed. "Yeah, no problem. Hey, why didn't you just use your magic to carry them in?" Stefan asked.
"I need to save my energy for the kids," Bonnie explained.
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I didn't know we were letting the world know our secret," you frowned.
"We aren't! They're just a bunch of kids. Plus, we can just compel them to forget. Josie and Lizzie really want to show them tricks, too," Caroline bounced the twins in her arms.
You looked to the two girls who were giggling and smiling. You sighed, "Fine. Anyways, guess who was able to get the cake and the cupcakes."
"Oh, my God! You?" Caroline gasped. "Yep. Call me Santa Claus 'cause I just delivered!" You grinned.
Elena, Bonnie, and Stefan cringed at your joke.
"Not your best work, Y/n," Elena shook her head.
"What! Hey, that was pretty good," you frowned. "You'll get 'em next time, babe," Stefan smiled, going over to you and patting you on the back.
"Okay, you guys are just jealous because you're not as funny as me," you scoffed.
"Oh, yeah, we're jealous all right," Bonnie smirked.
You opened your mouth to retort back, but your phone started ringing. You looked at the Caller ID, seeing that it was your brother, Lucas. You gave them all a death glare, picking up your phone and going into the other room.
"Hey, amigo, what's up?" You asked.
"Uh, bad news, chica," Lucas sighed. "Oh?" You raised a brow.
"Yeah, turns out that Darryl can't make the cake or the cupcakes today."
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Your eyes were wide as saucers as you thought of what to say.
"Y/n? Please say something," Luca begged.
You turned your head, your face screwing up in guilt and anger as you saw Lizzie and Josie playing with Bonnie and Stefan. You turned back and focused on the conversation you were having with you very trusting brother.
"¿Qué quiere decir Darryl no puede hacer el pastel o cupcakes?"
[What do you mean darryl can't make the cake or cupcakes?"]
"I mean that he can't make them. Do I need to explain to you what those words mean? And why are you speaking in Spanish? Afraid someone will —"
"En realidad, lo soy, Lucas. Dios, eres tan poco confiable. ¡Y ese amigo tuyo! Espera, ¿podría recuperar mi dinero?"
["Actually, I am, Lucas. God, you are so unreliable. And that friend of yours! Wait, am I going to be able to get my money back?"]
"Um… probably not. But it's okay, I'll pay you back!"
"Ah, ¿cuándo? ¿Después de sacar dinero del fondo universitario de su hijo? ¿O se lo van a pedir a mamá y papá esta vez?"
["Oh, when? After you take out money from your child's college fund? Or are you going to ask mom and dad for it this time?"]
"Hey, don't blame me! Blame Darryl. All I did was hook you up with him!"
"Y probablemente sabías que era un gilipollas mentiroso y que robaba dinero. Llámame de vuelta cuando seas capaz de no mentirme, ¿sí?"
["And you probably knew that he was a lying, money-stealing asshole. Call me back when you're able to not lie to me, yeah?"]
"Wait, Y/n, I-"
You hung up the phone, throwing it on the chair next to you. You groaned quietly, the bridge of your nose burning as tears welled up in your eyes.
"¿Cómo puedes ser tan estúpido, Y/n? Confiando en él después de todo lo demás que ha hecho. Estúpido, estúpido, estúpido!"
["How can you be so stupid, Y/n? Trusting him after everything else he's done. Stupid, stupid, stupid!"]
Stefan, who was throwing up Lizzie and Josie in the air, heard your mutters in the other room. He frowned and put the girls down, promising them that he would be back in a second after checking up on you. He walked into the next room slowly, putting his arm around you lightly.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
You jumped at his voice and touch, sniffling and wiping the tears from your face. "Y-Yeah. Just some um, family stuff."
"Want to talk about it?" Stefan asked.
You sighed, turning around to him. His hand intertwined with yours, squeezing it for support.
"It's just… Lucas. He's just so… jodidamente molesto," you sighed. "Él simplemente no piensa en otras personas y las consecuencias. Quiero decir, trata de ayudar, lo que es agradable, pero siempre termina por pagar dinero a la gente, o termina por tener un ojo negro."
[“He is just so… fucking annoying. He just doesn't think about other people and the consequences. I mean, he tries to help, which is nice, but he always either ends up owing people money, or ends up having a black eye.”]
"O-Oh, yeah," Stefan nodded, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand. But you were speaking so fast and with so much anger, he barely picked up a word.
"Y como su hermana mayor, sé que probablemente se supone que voy fácil con él, pero es un hombre crecido. ¡Debe saber estas cosas! Ugh, sabía que debería haber ordenado a ellos como, Target o algo, pero el amigo de su “aparentemente” es capaz de hacer diseños realmente lindos y hacer arte fondant en tiempo récord, así que tomé mis mis oportunidades. ¿Y adivina dónde estoy ahora?"
[“And as his older sister, I know I'm probably supposed to go easy on him, but he's a grown man. He should know these things! Ugh, I knew I should've just ordered them from like, Target or something, but hsi friend "apparently" is able to do really cute designs and make fondant art in record time, so I took my chances. And guess where I am now?”]
"Right, right. Wow, I'm sorry, babe, I —"
"Ciento cincuenta dólares cortos con dos niñas que van a estar tristes cuando no consiguen su pastel de sirena barbie y cupcakes con temática de Minecraft. ¡Argh!"
["One hundred and fifty dollars short with two little girls who are going to be sad when they don't get their Barbie Mermaid cake and Minecraft-themed cupcakes. Argh!"]
You stopped your rant when you noticed Stefan looked at you with a confused expression on his face. You thought for a moment to yourself, beginning to laugh at yourself as you realised you were speaking in Spanish.
"I'm sorry, Stef. I didn't realise you couldn't understand me."
He smiled and shrugged. "No worries. At least you were able to get it all out, right?"
"A little. When I punch Lucas, I'll be able to get it all out," you grinned.
"That's my girl."
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joysmercer · 3 years ago
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you show up today, just to ruin things
inspired by this post by @lovelyamneris and this post by @yackers.
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Late 2012
Nina groans and rolls over, reaching for her phone. 5:33 AM. Too early to get up, too late to fall back asleep. Brilliant. She clicks the screen off, but something catches her eye just as it fades to black and she immediately unlocks it again. She squints to make out the notification under the harsh light.
Fabian🖤
Missed Phone Call & Voicemail | 4:17 AM
Nina mentally does the math. It would have been 9:17 in the UK when he called. A strange time, especially since he had always been so cognizant of the difference between them. It’s also not like him to leave voicemails—if she missed a call, he usually texted after—but then again, it’s not like him to contact her at all. It hasn’t been for a while.
Curiosity gets the better of her, and she turns her volume down as low as it can go before pressing play on the message.
“Hey, American Girl,” a very un-Fabian-like voice sneers through the phone. Patricia? Nina thinks, wondering what she’s doing with her ex’s phone. 
An old, unpleasant notion pops into her mind—maybe they’re…no. Even if Fabian’s moved on, it wouldn’t be with her. Would it?
“I have something super important to tell you, since Fabian here is too much of a wimp to do it himself,” Patricia continues, taking on a strange tone Nina’s never heard her use before. She begins to wonder if maybe her old housemates got a little too excited with the secret alcohol stash Jerome keeps under his bed.
But then again, at 9 o’clock in the morning? Really?
“I am not!” Fabian’s voice screeches in the background. There’s a rustle, then a distinct thud. 
“Ow, you asshole, that was my elbow!”
“Well, you fucking deserve it, messing with my stuff like that.” Fabian laughs—no, cackles, and Nina stares at her phone, feeling sick. In all the time that she spent with him, he never spoke so harshly, roughhoused enough to hurt someone. Drunk or not, this isn’t the Fabian she knew.
"Anyway, Nina, or what did I used to call you? ‘My Chosen One’?” Fabian continues, pronouncing the last three words like Alfie used to when telling ghost stories. “You know what I discovered? With you being gone—you’re actually not that special. Eddie can do everything you used to, without being nearly as annoying. And at least he's never put us in danger. Some Paragon you were, only good for crying and lying, and even that you always seem to fuck up.” 
Nina presses pause, ignoring the minute and a half left on the message. 
Whatever small part of her regretted her decision to stay away this year, hoped to go back eventually and reconcile with everyone, dies with the remainder of the voicemail.
She made her choice, and clearly, they’ve now made theirs. 
It’s time for her to put that part of her life behind her.
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January 2013
“Oh, that’s weird,” Fabian mutters, staring down at his phone screen. “Eddie, do you remember me calling Nina for any reason last semester?” 
“No, why?” 
“It says here I called but she didn’t pick up? Sometime in—oh.” 
“What’s up?” 
“It was right around when we were, you know.” Fabian trails off. “Oh, god, I should probably call her and explain.” 
“What, that we nearly reawakened a crazy Egyptian goddess and destroyed the world, again, when she specifically stayed away so that wouldn’t happen?” Eddie scoffs.
“Yeah.”
Eddie smiles apologetically. “Yep. She should know. Especially for Chosen One Purposes and all.” He pauses, then continues mischievously, “And maybe throw in whatever’s going on between you and Mara for good measure. Really piss her off.”
Fabian flips him off with one hand and raises his phone to the ear with the other. The call fails. He tries again; the same thing happens.
“I think she’s blocked my number,” he says, whacking his phone against the palm of his hand. “Or I just really need to replace this thing.” 
“Dude, calm down. It’s probably an issue on her end,” Eddie suggests. “Like, maybe she doesn’t have an international plan anymore.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Fabian leans back in his chair and groans. “I wish I could just remember why I called her that day.” 
“Sorry, man. Maybe you can ask her when she finally unblocks all of us on ChumChatter.” Eddie thumps him on the shoulder and promptly leaves the room, presumably in search of his own girlfriend.
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June 2013
“Amber, are you sure this is a good idea?” Nina asks as she slams the boot of the taxi shut, hoping the response would be different than the one she’s received the million other times she’s asked.
“Trust me, Neens, I wouldn’t have invited you to this soirée if people didn’t want you,” Amber says matter-of-factly. “Plus, daddy’s on a business trip and mum’s gone with, so we have the entire place to ourselves. Worst case, you can just hide out in the opposite side of the house.” 
“Fun. Feeling very welcome here,” Nina grumbles, following Amber up the gravelly pathway leading to the mansion that is the Millington Family Residence. 
Over the next half hour, the girls pick their bedrooms, shower, and unpack a little, waiting for the others to arrive for what Amber called their “Big-Summer-Blowout-Slash-Anubis-Reunion-Slash-Grad-Party”: five days in the fanciest estate Nina’s ever set foot on with a bunch of people she not-so-accidentally ghosted for six months. 
She’d bumped into Amber while touring universities in New York over December break, and to her relief, their friendship picked up exactly where it left off. However, it wasn’t until she received a carefully-worded, heavily apologetic email from Fabian mid-March that Nina unblocked her other friends from across the pond.
Still, memories of that awful voice message plagued her—Fabian hadn’t mentioned any such thing in his email and she’d been too afraid to ask for clarification—so the only lines of communication she kept open with him were strictly confined to the group texts they’d established (upon Amber’s observation that “maybe you lot wouldn’t have had your souls stolen if you talked to each other at the same time instead of playing a life-threatening game of telephone”). Nina was anticipating some frostiness when she finally saw him (and, perhaps, everyone else) in-person, and she was not looking forward to it.
A soft knock on her door shakes her out of her reverie. Amber peeps her head in. “So, our first guests have arrived,” she says, a stressed look on her face.
“Amber, what did you do,” Nina says, purposely phrasing her words as a statement instead of a question.
“Okay, so I may have not explicitly told anyone that you would be here,” Amber starts, blushing slightly. 
“Amber! You promised—”
“I’m not done,” Amber interrupts. “Fabian may or may not have just arrived withmaraonhisarm.” 
“Huh?” Nina asks, confused.
“With Mara. Like, together. Side note, I did not see that coming. Anyway, um, he noticed your suitcase in the hall and didn’t exactly look pleased.” 
“Ugh.” Nina groans and flops back on her bed, covering her face with her hands. 
“In my defense, we did plan all of this in the giant Anubis group chat that you were also in, so I just assumed people knew.” Amber sighs and takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “I’m really sorry, Nina.”
Nina simply sits up and pulls Amber into a hug. She knows her friend only meant well, especially given how much she’d missed home when she first moved away. She can’t fault her for that. Besides, Amber’s right; there was no reason why the others didn’t realize everyone in the group was on the invite list.
Amber pulls away first. “So.”
“So,” Nina echoes. “Come on, it’s time to face the music.” 
The two girls enter the foyer and are greeted with the sight of not only Fabian and Mara but Patricia, Joy, and Eddie as well. They’ve all changed since Nina last saw them; even regular profile-picture updates can’t hide things like Joy’s newfound air of confidence or the fact that the boys have each grown a few inches taller and far more serious over the past year.
“Hey, guys,” she says nervously. “Long time, no see.” 
Eddie raises his chin slightly, Joy and Mara slip her shy smiles, Patricia gives a little wave.
A chill silence fills the air as Fabian’s gaze finally lifts off the ground to meet hers. The room seems to spin around them, closing in and suffocating the breath out of her. Even if Nina had the words to speak, she wouldn’t have been able to.
Finally, Fabian clears his throat and gestures upstairs. “Boys’ rooms are there, right? I’m gonna go, um, freshen up.” He hoists up his suitcase and rushes away.
As the others crowd around her, demanding hugs and gossip, Nina watches him walk around the balcony out of the corner of her eye, unable to let herself relax. 
Not when it’s obvious that her coming here only made things worse for the one person who didn’t deserve to be hurt by her anymore.
Not when that problem worked the other way, too.
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♫ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader
♫ genre: fluff, crack (seriously, do not question how i came up with this), domestic au, established relationship au
♫ warnings: mentions spiders, and mentions use of alcohol?
♫ word count: 1.5k
♫ prompt: “are you drunk?” “not nearly enough” from this prompt list !
♫ a/n: this was actually a request from @starteez and dedicated to her as a very very belated birthday present <33 hope you like it :)))
♫ summary: hyunjin gets super drunk and has a Crisis, meanwhile you just wanted to watch the latest episode of your favourite drama.
♫ tagging: @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa and @potato2earth - let me know if you would like to be part of the tag list !
You sighed, settling into the couch, tub of ice cream, and tv remote in hand.
It was Friday night. Otherwise known as you and Hyunjin’s drama night, in which you’d watch the latest episode of the most recent drama the two of you were hooked on. However, today, Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks with Felix, ditching you and your drama night. Initially, you were annoyed (not that he was hanging out with his friends but more so that he messed with your tradition), but you realised that you could just watch it without him. I mean... he was going out and having fun, who’s to say that you can’t do the same by chilling with your favourite characters and finding out about whatever dark secrets they had been just about to reveal in the previous episode. Okay... the latter of that was your main motivation for it. You’re not that lonely or sad.
Nodding resolutely, you scooped your ice cream, settling into the couch as the drama played, your attention fixated on the screen.
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The sharp buzz of your phone startled you out of your immense concentration, the caller ID flashing to reveal your boyfriend, Hyunjin.
Your eyes widened in panic, your hands knocking the ice cream off of your lap as you reached around for the TV remote. The phone buzzed continuously, ringing as you fumbled around for the off button, leaving you breathless as you picked up the phone on the final ring,
“He—“
“Y/NNNN~” Hyunjin whined into the phone, his breathing heavy.
“Hyunjin? What’s wrong? Are you crying? ...Are you drunk?” You closed your eyes, only to open them again in confusion as you heard sniffling on the other end of the phone.
“Not nearly e-enough! I-I don’t w-want to be e-eaten.” He sobbed into the phone.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,
“What?” Your tone coming out sharper than expected, eliciting more sobs from Hyunjin.
“F-felix w-was telling me about how f-female s-spiders e-eat their m-mates, and now I’m scared and I’m n-never coming h-home because y-you’re going to e-eat me.” Hyunjin breathed, between sobs.
...What?
“Excuse me? Why would I eat you. Felix was talking about spiders.” You said, slightly offended by his drunk comparisons.
He breathed deeply,
“Y-you know how the other day we were watching a Marvel movie and y-you k-know what you s-said? You said that the c-character you r-relate with t-the m-most with is Black Widow!” He exclaimed, almost hysterical.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, as he spoke incoherently at the phone, sobs heaving out of him as if he had just witnessed something deeply distressing. Well... what his drunk mind was picturing was slightly distressing, so it made sense.
“Well yes, because she’s a strong, independent female lead. Anyway, you’re too drunk to understand any of that. Hyunjin. Where are you?”
“I’m not telling you! Y-you can’t come to Felix’s house!” Hyunjin attempted to ward you off before realising his mistake a second later. “FELIX! Y/N’s COMING! She’s going to eat us—“
You hung up on him, grabbing your keys and heading out the door... ignoring the melting ice cream on the floor.
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As soon as you reached Felix’s apartment you flung the door wide open, apologising profusely as a wincing Felix came out from behind, guiding you to your extremely drunk boyfriend.
Not noticing your entrance, Hyunjin had positioned himself quite... oddly, so that his head was on the rug on the floor but his legs were on the couch, a hand flung dramatically on his forehead, and another hand on the floor, not too dissimilar to someone doing a one-handed snow angel.
He looks like a four-year-old...
You cleared your throat behind him, approaching him tentatively. Whipping around, his eyes widened when they landed on you, panic flashing through them as he scrambled to sit upright.
“What are you doing here?” His words, although slightly slurred, still portrayed fear that was not well-founded at all. How his drunken state got to thinking you were a spider was beyond you, but then again, he was drinking with Felix, so who knows what went down there.
“I came to pick you up since you’re um. Drunk.” You raised your eyebrows, stating the obvious.
“No! You’re not allowed to take me back to your web.” He stumbled forward, couch cushion in hand in an attempt to ward you off.
Web? Oh my god...
“Can you— ugh. I’m not a spider! I’m not going to eat you! You’re my boyfriend, for God’s sake, and I love you, and I’m not a cannibal. Besides, you wouldn’t be very delicious, you’re mostly just muscle.” You sighed, raising your arms in frustration and defeat.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened in offence, placing a hand on his chest and stepping back, tears started to well in his eyes.
“I— oh no. What? Why are you crying again?” You panicked, settling him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly as you mentally cursed his current over sensitive state.
“Y-you really t-think I w-wouldn’t be d-delicious?” He sobbed louder into your shoulder, as you rubbed soothing patterns on his back.
You rolled your eyes,
He’s so drunk.
“This conversation is so concerning, and one that I want to discontinue at all costs. I'm not a spider, and I'm not going to eat you. I don't want to comment on... that.” You deadpanned.
“How did you guys even get this drunk?” You glanced between Hyunjin and Felix who had emerged from the kitchen, ice pack on his slightly bruised face.
“It was all him. I asked him if he wanted to come over and watch the latest episode of this drama we’re both really into. He started drinking as soon as we started watching because he didn’t want to remember any of it so that when he watches it with you his reactions are genuine. Eventually, he got too drunk to even sit still, so we turned it off and started talking about stuff.” Felix shrugged.
“...and you somehow got to talking about spiders?” You asked, unimpressed.
“We were baking because he wanted to make you cookies, since he felt guilty...for basically watching nothing. I guess he still felt guilty for the action. Anyway, he freaked out after seeing a spider. Hyunjin, plus being drunk and his usual dramatic self is not fun. Especially when spiders are involved. I told him that fact because it was at the top of my head and he gave up on the cookies and started freaking out about you. Speaking of the cookies, I should probably check on them. You need to take this home before the rest of the guys come here if you want to have any of it.” He headed to the kitchen, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the living room.
“Hyunjin, why didn’t you just stay home if you were just going to watch the drama? You know that today is drama night.” You crossed your arms, directing your attention once again to your sniffling boyfriend.
“I didn’t want to cry in front of youuu,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I thought they might break up and I just...” he trailed off.
“You know that makes no sense right? You’re literally sobbing in front of me now. Also, you’re my boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you, tears and all. Besides, we’ll probably both be sobbing if the main characters broke up. We’ve shipped them too much for that to not be devastating.“ You said resolutely, your gaze softening as you looked at him, snuggling closer to you.
“I knowww.”
“Come on, let’s go home. There’s a tub of ice cream waiting for the both of us.”
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Your drama night was postponed to Saturday seeing as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment, Hyunjin collapsed and fell into a deep sleep on the couch... and your ice cream was on the floor, melted and no longer edible.
Leading you to Saturday night, where you and Hyunjin were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, eating the cookies he baked yesterday, alongside a new tub of ice cream, whilst bawling your eyes out.
“I told you,” he sniffed “I knew this would happen.”
Your tear-filled eyes blurred your vision as you tried to focus on the crying characters on the screen, reaching for another tissue,
“I know, but it’s not as bad when we’re watching it together, and besides, these cookies are incredible with ice cream.” You snuggled into him and gave him a watery smile.
“Hey, as long as you’re not a spider and about to eat me, I’m all for our drama nights and cuddles,” Hyunjin smirked.
You pushed him lightly,
“Oh my god... how do you even remember any of the stuff you said? You were ridiculous.”
“I don’t know but the fact still holds.”
“It’s not even a fact! I'm human!”
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