#but it's a pebble of thought that i can't stop turning around in my head over and over and over until im sick

[citrustan]

dating girl (jjk)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you try to convince yourself that you're really okay with 'casually dating' your crush.

genre: college au, fwb kinda thing but more than friends ygm? angst!

"Are they allowed to cancel an entire day at college? That can't be good for anyone..." Your mother ponders out loud as you walk around the city hand-in-hand.

"There's not much you can do if someone decides to paint over every projector lens on campus." You nod.

"Lucky for me, I get to spend time with my little baby," she nuzzles her nose into your hair, squeezing you in a side-hug, "Still can't believe we have to schedule our hangouts now."

"Yeah, there's that..." You smile half-heartedly.

You stop near a flower stall, taking in the hustle and bustle of the city. It's especially crowded because of your university abruptly cancelling a bunch of classes.

After your day had freed up unexpectedly, you had invited your sorta but not really boyfriend, Jungkook, to go cafe hopping to find where all the good teas are because you knew he'd be available. But he never responded.

So your mood has been a bit damp all day.

You had just stepped out of this store that sold handmade sweaters and yarn balls. Not even a good shopping spree could lift your spirits.

What certainly doesn't help is randomly seeing said sorta but not really boyfriend who didn't respond to your texts out and about with some leggy blonde girl.

You've never seen her around.

Not that you know every single person on campus, but if they've crossed Jungkook's path, you know them.

They're dining together al fresco, at one of the cafes you had literally listed in your text to Jungkook.

Talk about a slap in your face.

For a second, you think she might just be his sister or something.

But that thought bubble is quickly shot at with a razor-sharp arrow when you see him kiss her knuckles.

Your eyes involuntary darken, and your mouth forms a pout. The kind one has when they're trying to hold back a cry or a sob.

All the while, your mother had talked about your grandparents' separation, the local diner having caught fire, and matching mother and daughter shoes she had bought for your birthday.

You were listening passively so you didn't quite catch everything.

When your mother notices the look on your face, she frowns, following the line of your vision.

Upon spotting Jungkook and mystery girl, she gasps angrily, "Oh, no, he sucks." She turns back to you, "Honey, I'm so sorry."

"No, mom, this is normal," you smile weakly, "And it's okay."

"You're still seeing him, aren't you?" She tilted her head in confusion.

"Yes." You nod, "I am."

"But then he's there," she points at the pair with her chin, "seeing her. How's that okay?"

"It just is, mom! Really," you attempt to convince your mother (and yourself) that you were 100% fine with witnessing Jungkook out with other women. "We're keeping things casual. Very... casual."

"And that's a mutual decision?" She confirms.

"We both agreed." You concur.

Your mother's still unsure about your choices. "Well. Okay then."

You glance at Jungkook and mystery girl one last time.

The picture isn't pretty. He's leaning into her ear and has his large hand placed over her bare thigh as she caressed his arm with her much smaller hand, thoroughly enjoying his attention.

Your mother watches your expression go stiff, "So, how does this work again?"

Snapping you out of your daze, she pushes a few strands of hair away from your eyes.

"Oh. Um..." You exhale, "Well, we see each other and we see other people, and that's that. We're cas-" - "Yeah, casual, I heard." Your mother interrupts your blabber.

When you frown at her she sighs, "Sorry..."

"It's ok." You look down at your feet, kicking a few stray pebbles out of the way.

"I just--- I thought you guys were sleeping together." She blurts.

"Mom!" You exclaim, looking around to see if anyone had heard her, "It's not that big of a deal. I want this too. And I need to learn to date too."

Again, you try to ease your mind about your decision.

"So who else are you dating?" She asks pointedly.

This is suddenly getting very exhausting.

You lightly cringe and look around, "Uh... Nobody yet. But this guy from one of my extras--- his name's Hoseok but we call him Hobi, or Hoba, depending on how close you are to him--- anyway, he asked me out to a halloween theme party next week."

Your mother gives you a knowing look, deciding to play along anyway, "Oh! You've never mentioned him before."

"Mhm. Because it's new." You hunch your shoulders nervously.

The party was hosted by the student body to raise funds for, you don't know, collegiate stuff.

You had imagined going with Jungkook, with matching Dentist and Tooth Fairy couple costumes. But he hadn't asked you yet and you definitely weren't going to bring it up first.

It's less than a week away, so you're not expecting anything from him either. He probably already has another date lined up.

You wonder if it's the blonde he's with now.

Maybe you can do the look with Hoseok instead.

"So, are you gonna do it?"

"Do what?" Was she in your head?

"Go with Hobi or Hoba." She makes air quotations for 'Hobi or Hoba.'

"Oh, yeah. Yep. Definitely." Suddenly remembering, you add, "Oh and can you make me my costume? I want to be the Tooth Fairy?" You softly ask her, knowing it's a little last minute, but also knowing she wouldn't deny you.

"Why of course! Does... Hobi need a costume too?" She asks carefully.

"Oh, no. Probably not." Well, you don't know. You don't know if his offer even stands now and you might end up not going at all.

Your mother rubs your shoulder, "Ask him and let me know, 'kay?"

You force out an uncomfortable smile and nod, "Thanks."

Although your mother's not convinced, she decides to drop the topic all together.

"Well, that's good," she smiles down at you warmly, "Do you want to get that sweater exchanged?"

It was vague, but you appreciated her attempt either way.

"Mhm. Back to the store we go." You narrate with an airy laugh.

Your mother was in the lead, already making her way to the store you had just walked out of.

Once again, your gaze falls on Jungkook and his date, and to your surprise he was staring right back at you.

You want to give him a little smile. To show him you're unbothered. But you couldn't seem to force one out this time.

So you settle with giving him a small wave, which he returns, mirroring your expression.

His date follows his line of sight and spots you too, giving you a tight smile. It's not passive aggressive, just... decent. Not polite either. But why should she be?

Jungkook blinks at you as you hurriedly leave trying to keep up with your mother.

Maybe you should focus on Hoseok for now.

note: nobody asked for this but i was feeling a little silly :p needed some angsty ouchie with the possibility of a favourable conclusion so i indulged!

hey bonus points if you can tell what inspired this! and if you read all this lmk what you think regardless :D

[planetnini]

PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME !

࿔･ﾟ*࿐ You kept catching glimpses of Suguru around even after his death. Thinking it may have been a trick on your mind, you brushed it off but when someone that looks and sounds exactly like him shows up at your apartment, you have no other choice but to take matters into your own hands... that is until you find out that he still might be in there.

pairing. geto suguru x gn!reader

tags. angst,, like seriously angst (this hurts so much please listen to me), the first half is a trick there is no happy ending, shibuya arc spoilers!!! (kenjaku is a bitch), violence/fighting (i get a bit descriptive sorry) and of course,,, major character death :)

word count. 2.8k

notes. this idea came to me one night and bambi encouraged me to write it so here it is. i hope no one kills me for this, i also can't believe this is my first official fic of jjk... anyways, get ready to (c)rumble, thank you! <333

“I thought I told you not to worry about me.” you said, phone tucked on your shoulder holding it to your ear as you took the grocery bag from the old lady giving a curt nod and smile. You moved the bags in one hand and pulled the phone out from your shoulder, pressing it against your ear.

“But then what else would I do?” Satoru whined, masking his concern with a playful question as you walked to the crossing, going to take the usual route home.

“Go bother someone else.” you teased.

Going for the dramatics you heard him gasp through the line, “You are so mean.” he replied and you don’t have to see him to know he is pouting. 

You chuckled, stopping in your tracks as you glanced over the scenic route through the park contemplating to take the long way home. Your attention is suddenly turned to the children with their parents, chasing each other around.

Your heart stuttered.

The mere sight elicited thoughts about your future; the plans you had come up with; the dreams you’d wish to share with Suguru that were torn away from you. The burdens of the jujutsu world were too much to handle alone, and you just know that if you were just a bit more attentive, you could have saved him.

“You need to be reminded that you’re not the only special grade sometimes.” you said, glancing at the way the soft cerulean of the sky weaved with a beautiful light orange. The sunset reminding you of days when Suguru would take you out after missions together.

“Do you think you’re stronger than me?” he chimed, and you rolled your eyes at his comment. Satoru was always like this but you knew that his voice was laced with worry and concern.

“I’m going to hang up.” you threatened as your feet move against their own will, deciding to take the long way home today. The cherry blossoms danced along with the wind, falling beneath you on the concrete as you continued down the path.

It is quiet for a moment and you think Satoru has hung up on you in response to your comment but when you hear him sigh, you can’t help but do the same.

It has been a rough few years for everyone, especially for Shoko, Satoru, and yourself. Not only had you lost your best friend the first time but you also had to lose him another time.

“Are you still there?” he interrupted your thoughts.

“Yeah.. I’m still here.” you replied as you let out an exhale, kicking some pebbles along your path.

“Are you still seeing him around?” he questioned, words picked out carefully.

You sighed, “you make me sound insane.” you responded as you stood at the traffic light waiting for the cars to pass by. Your eyes moved to the blossom leaves falling atop your head and on your clothes.

“I never said you were insane Y/N.” he grumbled and you can’t control the way your whole body relaxes at his words. You knew Satoru cared for you deeply and you had always appreciated it even if you didn't really show it. He had always kept an eye out for you, even before Suguru’s death, and while he was a handful, you knew he always had good intentions. “It wasn’t easy to be there." he added.

You thought back to that day where Satoru insisted you stay back as he went to find Suguru but one look at you and he caved. You wanted to go to find newfound peace but seeing him in this state did nothing for your closure, it only made your heartache worse.

Seeing him smile at you like he did the first day you met had sent butterflies all throughout your body.

Everything about him- every minuscule detail about him- had been exactly as you had remembered. He still had the same sweet and playful look in his eyes. He still had the same goddamn smile. He was still the same person you fell in love with all those years ago so it hurt. You cried, wept, and tried to be strong as you thought about the moments shared with him and how cruel it was that this was where you ended up.

You leaned down, and kissed his cheek as tears adorned your cheeks. Holding his hand and with three tight squeezes- a sign of sorry that you established as your relationship blossomed- he closed his eyes, prepared for the worst as a tear rolled down his face, and then he took his last breath.

“Satoru…” you uttered, completely speechless as you tried to clear your head, “I wanted to be there.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Do you think it’s possible?” he questioned, uncertainty laced in his voice.

“That what Satoru? That by some miracle he’s alive?” you replied immediately regretting it.

It wasn’t just you that had to grieve the loss of Geto Suguru, and as much as you wanted to just go about your day without thinking about it, guilt would eat away at your bones for not constantly thinking about him.

“i’m sorry.” he sighed and you felt your heart clench at his apology. Why should he be apologising? It was unfair that grief was making you behave this way and you knew that sooner or later you'd need to talk to someone about it.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. I just don’t think my mind will let me forget it...” you sighed as you continued to walk slowly to your apartment.

The line is quiet and you don’t know what else to say. You don’t expect Satoru to even reply to you.

“You don’t have to forget. You can just live with it.”

Shoko had once told you that 'grief was love with no place to go' and while you hadn’t really understood it then, you did now. It was a way to understand the emotional ruins of grief as a continuation of the love you once had, even if the object of that love is no longer a part of your life. In a sense, Satoru was also telling you the same thing. He acknowledged that moving on didn't mean erasing the past and staying stagnant in the moment, but recognised that you can continue living a meaningful life whilst also carrying the grief with you.

You thought you were losing your mind and that seeing Suguru everywhere was a curse but maybe it was the world's way of letting you know that he was finally at peace. As you walked up the pathway to your apartment in a comfortable silence, you thought about his and Shoko’s words. 

Every single day you would return home to a place void of any remnant of Suguru. A place that is supposed to offer comfort now did the opposite but today felt different. Maybe it was a step towards another way of living and it wouldn’t be so hard to live with the grief.

“Where are you now?”

“Outside my door.” you spoke as you used a key to unlock the door.

“Okay. I’m glad you got home safe," he remarked, "I'll see you tomorrow?”

“See you then.”

“Stay safe.” he said and you know what he means.

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone and took off your shoes before tossing everything onto the kitchen island and groaning as you stretched your back and neck. You turned to open the fridge, “Whoever you are, you have ten seconds to run before I kill you.”

You wouldn’t say you were the strongest, your abilities were nowhere to be compared to Satoru but everyone deserves a second chance, right? You let the entity decide its own fate. Don't say I didn't warn you...

“So... you’re the infamous Y/N.” 

That voice…

Your feet were frozen in place and you could feel your own heart sink into the pit of your stomach. There were words stuck in your throat as the nauseous feeling crept up and threatened to spill from your lips. This can’t be right… 

What felt like minutes passed by as you processed what, or rather who you just heard. The way your name rolled off their tongue was foreign. Was it really who you thought it was? Your mind must be going through it right now and although you know it’s not possible, you can’t help but hope it is who you think it is as you turned around.

“Suguru?” you uttered, eyes wide as the tears brimmed the edge of them as you stared at the man in front of you. 

“Bingo!” he chuckled.

You begged yourself to snap out of it. This was clearly a sick and twisted transformation technique but your heart betrayed you, standing there and not making a run for it.

“You’re probably thinking this is some illusion but thanks to your friend, I was able to obtain this body without much trouble.” he smiled and you felt goose bumps crawling up your arm at the strange sight. Despite how much this man looked and sounded like Suguru, you knew this was not the case at all.

Your jaw clenched, “What the fuck did you do to him?” 

“I could ask you the same thing,” he said, standing up from your sofa as he trudged towards you, “My cursed technique allows me to transplant my brain into anybody," he explained and you're heaving as you tried to keep your rage at surface level, "I have access to all of his memories, his skills, and whatnot."

You don't have it in yourself to attack just yet.

"He lived a long time without you in his life but somehow," he paused, "you take up almost every single memory.” he sounded frustrated and the tears threatening to escape your eyes do so- whether he was telling the truth or not, they still hurt you immensely. 

“So why are you here?” you growled as your body allowed itself to move again and maintaining eye contact with him as you focused all your energy to charge your technique.

“You are a hindrance to my plans.”

His weakness.

You released your cursed technique at him immediately and launched him across the room and as you moved to the table to grab your phone. One of Suguru’s cursed spirits wrapped around your hands and restrained you and using your abilities, you managed to get away from it. You shot him a look as he tilted his head with a smile, “I gave you ten seconds to run but I have something else settled for you now” you snapped as you continued to use your technique to your advantage as you continued to fight him.

You would say that against Suguru, it had always been a close call of who would win in a fight but this time it felt difficult. Who was this guy?

You continued to attack the man, fighting back with all your might. He wasn’t actually Suguru, so you didn’t feel the need to hold back. He caught you off guard with a calculated move and knocked you to the floor. You saved yourself from further injury as you used your arm to break the fall, but you managed to hit your head on the furniture with your head in the process.

You winced pushing yourself off your elbow as the man walked towards you with his hands in front of you as he tried to force you up by the throat, “Suguru...” you managed to say before he could grab you. 

Before you can even process it, there is a twitch of his hand that came up to his throat, choking himself as his fingers pressed down against the side of his throat, ultimately stopping himself from putting a hand on you.

Your eyes widened as your breath caught in your lungs. Was he still in there?

Kenjaku’s eyes widened, as his vessel- Suguru’s body- fought against him, and a laugh that used to be full of joy now sounded like nails on a chalkboard as it echoed through your apartment, “This is impressive!" he spoke, amused at the action.

By no means was Geto Suguru still alive, but protecting you had become muscle memory; it was an instinct that has embedded itself deep within his soul, one that Kenjaku would never truly be able to understand..

You are still on the floor, blood dripped down the side of your head as you moved up from your spot. Using your technique, you try and catch him off guard by putting all your strength into your next move, attacking him when he least expects it, “In all my years, I have never seen anything quite like this and it is all because of you.” he cackled. 

“It sounds like somebody is scared.” you taunted, smirking at the imposter to try to size him up.

“Well, let me tell you this,” he cleared his throat, “When a part of the original host reacts, you know what that means?”

“What?” you seethed, jaws clenched as you waited for him to finish his sentence.

“He’s still in here.” he whispered, and t had caught you off guard.

You wanted to attack but instead your heart sabotaged your next move allowing Kenjaku to have the upper hand. You struggled to react as you felt the pain of something on your left side and suddenly, you are on the floor gasping for air and you can feel him hover over you.

He pinned you down to the floor and slammed you against it to stop you from struggling but you were already incapacitated so what was the point?

In terms of physical strength, Suguru would always win by a landslide and this is when you wished you had taken your training more seriously. 

There was a visceral reaction that tears at Kenjaku as he has you in his hands which entertains him once again, “You have some nerve calling yourself a special grade sorcerer,” he sneered, “Are you holding back?”

You looked up at him and tried your absolute best to move but the pain is too much to handle. You clenched your jaw as your breathing became erratic, “You will find no peace, so long as you live.” you choked out.

He laughed and wrapped his hand around your neck tighter, his right hand reaching over to your hand- you don’t know what he expected from you now that you’re bleeding out. "You're hilarious," he rejoiced as his hand intertwined with yours, “So let me make this easier for you. Just think about him...” Kenjaku needed you to suffer so that he could shake Suguru’s will to its core, stripping anything left he had. You don’t know what you expected but then you felt a gentle squeeze.

One. 

You forced your eyes open to look up at the man who squeezed your hand. It seemed that he was unaware at the action. This guy said he had all of Suguru’s memories so was he just doing this on purpose? Is this Geto Suguru or is this the imposter that is using his body?

“It is honestly so sweet just how much he loved you after all those years apart.” he chuckled.

Kenjaku continued to put pressure around your neck with one hand, feeling the exact opposite of what Suguru was probably going through- an intolerable, gut-wrenching pain, without exaggeration. He can’t do anything but squeeze his hand in yours again.

Two.

You can’t fight back, you have no will. Even if by some miracle, how could you possibly hurt the man in front of you? The man you once loved...

“Is that why you’re not fighting back? Do you love him too much to hurt him?” 

Suguru’s soul pleaded. 

He wondered why he couldn’t be strong right now for you and resist but it was no use. You could see a tear falling from his face now as the final fragment of his soul tried its best to push through.

Three.

You’re choking. You can't swallow. You can't breathe. You can only see the man you loved in blurry vision from the lack of oxygen and through tears. He was sorry...

“I… I.. forgive.. y-” you choked out, voice restricted as Kenjaku forced himself to push through with his execution, tightening his grip.The finality of it all settled deep within his soul as Kenjaku watched the life leave your eyes as you took your last breath.

A tear rolled down your cheek and your existence on the Earth came to an end.

Suguru was not really gone but he might as well have been. He will exist for a long time knowing that he was the one that killed you and that he couldn’t do anything to stop it either.

It was on that night for the first time that Kenjaku felt the overwhelming amount of agony from his vessel. His soul ached, cried, and wailed that night, longing to be with you but he couldn’t- that was just how things were meant to be for you two.

You hoped he knew that you forgave him and that you would love him endlessly but as for now, you would wait...

tags! @stsgluver

i made y/n a special grade user because they could easily take down suguru if they wanted but just didn't do it hahahahahah

[rat-cannibal]

can you do something like the VVVs love languages? like, how would they treat you?

(ima be 📱 anon :3)

tysm for the request!! i wont be doing valentino because he is Not My Cup Of Tea™ but i love this idea so much!

Vox's Love Language: Touch

this man absolutely LOVES to touch you

not necessarily in a sexual way (though he likes that too) but just in little ways

like holding your hand under the table while in a meeting

or having you sit on his lap while watching the extermination

at first, i feel like he'd be a bit shy about showing it

after all, you two just started dating, and he doesn't want to scare you off

but then you initiate physical contact and his brain starts to fry

You place your hand atop his, squeezing it gently. His hand is warm and calloused. Touching it sends a jolt of electricity through you, and you're not sure if it's prompted hy your feelings or his powers.

Glancing over at his face to gauge his reaction, you notice his screen has turned blue.

You frown. This is the first date, maybe he's not comfortable with touch?

As you move to remove your hand, though, he stops you, squeezing your hand firmly.

You look over and see his head turned, a slight blush on his screen.

assuming you're alright with PDA, vox would be all over that

always having a hand around your waist/shoulders in public

he wants to let people know you're his

not in a creepy way, you're your own person and he respects that, but he is really not a fan of the catcalls you sometimes recieve

so much so that he electrocuted a cat caller one time

nobody dares fuck with him, and hes going to make damn sure nobody dares fuck with you either

Velvette's Love Language - Gifts

we've seen velvettes powers and how she can materialize fashion out of nowhere

she would definitely make you an entire ass wardrobe full of new designs

even before you start dating, she'd always leave little presents for you

like penguin pebbling

maybe a ring that reminded her of you, or a bracelet, or a necklace

ok maybe she just likes seeing you wear her jewelry

but can you blame her? you look so cute in it

she'd make clothes specifically for you, too

You open your wardrobe to find that your usual attire has gone missing, only to be replaced by a plethora of new clothes.

Velvette had been complaining for a while that your clothing choices were too bland, but you never thought she'd do anything about it.

Everything she's made is completely tailored to your style.

As much as you want to be mad at her for messing with your stuff, you can't help the smile that spreads across your face.

You get dressed, eagerly awaiting Velvette's reaction when she sees you in her clothes.

and if you give her a present?

HOO BOY will she go wild.

over time she actually accumulates everything you give her and keeps it in her room, looking at it when you two can't hang out as a reminder of you

she knows it may look a little weird - shes practically built a shrine for you

but she doesnt want to lose anything you give her, she reasons

a reminder of your love for her being the first thing she sees in the morning and the last thing she sees at night is just a bonus

there you are!! my requests are wide open btw ^^

[amara-scott]

Imagine Mattheo and Theodore fighting over you constantly.

P.2 // THEODORE'S ENDING

P.1 // HERE

“It’s true, isn’t it?” My head snaps around, Theo’s sad eyes glossy. He looks down, stepping closer and stops a foot from me. His eyes wandering back up, like he’s taking one last good look at me. Taking me in.

“It’s always been him.” He continues.

His words are haunting me with every task I do. While eating in the Great Hall. Studying for the upcoming potions test. Even while taking a shower.

If only he knew.

It's been two days since the incident. And I felt like throwing up. Every time someone enters the common room I catch myself staring and make sure it's not Theodore. And Matt – he caught me off guard yesterday, dragging me into an empty corridor.

"Don't you dare and ignore me now, Y/L/N. We're friends."

He said then. We hugged and talked. He explained that he's been seeing me differently since summer break. But only because I grew into my clothing and that made him question himself. But once Theo told him about his feelings for me, Matt realized there was no love. Theo talked about me in ways he couldn't repeat. Theo seemed almost angry with himself, Matt said. Turning mad. Madly in love.

The only thing that came to Matt's mind was trying to make Theo jealous. So he would finally make a move. But quite the opposite happened. And now Theo's been treating me with a cold shoulder. Every conversation short and brief.

"– I won, again." I look up at Enzo who's sitting across from me in the Great Hall. It's a beautiful and sunny Saturday afternoon, almost dinner time. The chessboard in between us looks way worse than the last time I moved a figure.

He sighs and raises a brow at me. "We should go outside and get some fresh air. You look almost as pale as Sir Nicholas." I frown at his words and shake my head.

"I don't feel like going outside right now."

"Well, I am going. Join me or don't." He stands up and flicks his wand, cleaning up the chessboard by sorting it back into the shelf we took it from.

I watch him walk down the table, almost out the door to the gardens near the Great Hall. I curse under my breath and jump up, running after him. "Wait up, Enzo!"

—

"See? Not too bad, is it?" I roll my eyes at his statement, and he ruffles my hair. I slap his hand away and grin at him.

"Yes, you're the best, Enzo." He throws an arm over my shoulder and rummages through his pocket. He holds his hand out for me, a sherbet lemon in his hand. I scrunch up my nose, sending him a small smile. "No, thanks." He shrugs his shoulders, popping it into his mouth.

I giggle at him as he grins until the sour part takes over his facial features. I laugh, quickly rummaging through my pockts, pulling out my analogue camera and snap a picture of him before he tries to cover up his face.

"Don't you dare use that against me, ever." I shrug my shoulders at him and smile. He picks me up around my waist, walking toward the Black Lake.

"No, no! Enzo, don't!" I struggle in his arms and he chuckles.

"Say it, Y/L/N!" I try to wiggle out as we get closer, almost by the edge.

"Okay! Okay, I promise." I say and he let me down, I hit his shoulder and he laughs. We sit down, I huff as he can't stop chuckling.

The sun was setting behind the towering spires of Hogwarts, casting long shadows over the sprawling gardens near the Great Hall. The air was warm with a soft breeze, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Despite the beauty of the evening, my mind was elsewhere—caught in a swirl of confusion and heartache that had been gnawing at me for days.

Enzo walked beside me, his usual cheerful demeanor somewhat subdued. He’d spent the last hour trying to distract me but my thoughts kept drifting back to Theo and the strange, painful distance that had grown between us.

“Y/N,” Enzo said gently, glancing at me as we strolled along the gravel path, “you’ve got to stop beating yourself up over this. Theo’s just… a bloody idiot .”

I sighed, kicking a small pebble in front of me. “But why is he being so distant? He hasn’t spoken to me in days, Enzo. He won’t even look at me.”

Enzo sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. “He’s probably embarrassed. Theo’s never been great with feelings, you know that. He’s probably overthinking everything and doesn’t know how to face you.”

“I just wish he’d talk to me,” I muttered, more to myself than to Enzo. “I miss him.”

“Then talk to him,” Enzo suggested, his tone light but serious. “You’ve never been one to sit back and let things fester, Y/N. Why start now?”

He was right, of course. I wasn’t the type to let things go unresolved, especially not when it came to my friendships. But this felt different. This felt like walking a tightrope, one wrong step and everything could come crashing down.

We continued in silence for a while, the sky above us deepening into shades of purple and orange as the sun dipped lower. The scent of the gardens filled the air, mingling with the sounds of distant laughter and the rustling of leaves. Enzo tried to distract me by pointing out constellations that were beginning to appear in the twilight sky, but my mind was too clouded.

Eventually, we reached a small bench tucked away near the edge of the gardens, hidden from the main path. Enzo sat down first, patting the spot beside him. I joined him, folding my hands in my lap and staring down at the ground.

“You know,” Enzo said after a moment, his voice thoughtful, “I don’t think Mattheo ever really stood a chance.”

I looked up at him, confused, a small smile on my lips. “What do you mean?”

He gave me a knowing smile. “With you. I mean, he tried, but your heart was always Theo’s, wasn’t it?”

I blinked, surprised by how easily he said it. I’d never admitted it out loud, not even to myself. But hearing Enzo say it so plainly made the truth undeniable.

“Yeah,” I breathed out, the word feeling both liberating and terrifying. “I guess it was.”

Enzo grinned, nudging me with his shoulder. “So, what are you going to do about it?”

Before I could answer, the sound of the Great Hall’s massive doors creaking open in the distance pulled us from our conversation. Enzo stood up, offering me a hand to help me up. “Come on, let’s head inside. We can’t skip dinner just because Theo’s being a prat.”

I laugh, taking his hand and let him lead me back into the castle. As we entered the Great Hall, the familiar sights and sounds of dinner filled the air—the clinking of silverware, the hum of chatter, and the rich aroma of the evening meal. But all of it felt distant to me, like I was walking through a dream.

Enzo steered us toward the Slytherin table, where our usual group was already seated. Matt was leaning back, chatting with Blaise, while Draco and Pansy were deep in conversation across from them. Theo was there too, seated beside Mattheo, his eyes downcast as he pushed his food around his plate.

As we approached, Pansy looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Well, look who decided to grace us with their presence,” she teased, though her tone was light.

“Better late than never,” Enzo quipped, sliding into the seat beside Blaise. I hesitated for a moment, my eyes flicking to Theo before I took the seat across from him.

The atmosphere at the table was tense, a far cry from the usual camaraderie we shared. I could feel Theo’s presence like a weight on my chest, but every time I glanced at him, he refused to meet my gaze.

Mattheo seemed to sense the awkwardness, his dark eyes flicking between Theo and me. He cleared his throat, leaning forward slightly. “So, Y/N, how was your evening? Anything interesting happen?”

I forced a smile, though it felt strained. “It was fine. Enzo and I just went for a walk.”

“A walk, huh?” Pansy’s tone was teasing, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity there too. “You and Enzo, out alone in the gardens? Sounds like there’s a story there.”

I rolled my eyes, trying to play along. “Not every walk has to be a grand adventure, Pans.”

Draco smirked, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. “With you lot, it usually is.”

"I was worried you were gone and not coming to the party later." Pansy added, Draco and Mattheo beginning to chatter about said event and the liqour that they would smuggle in.

Despite their attempts to lighten the mood, the tension at the table was palpable. Theo remained silent, his expression guarded as he avoided looking at me. It was as if there was an invisible wall between us, and no matter how much I wanted to break it down, I didn’t know how.

Dinner passed in a blur, the food tasteless as I picked at my plate. Our friends did their best to keep the conversation going, but there was an awkwardness that hung in the air, thick and heavy. I could feel their eyes on us, their curiosity barely concealed.

Finally, unable to stand the silence any longer, I excused myself from the table, mumbling something about needing some fresh air. As I stood up, I caught Theo glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, but he quickly looked away when he saw me notice.

I walked out of the Great Hall, my heart pounding in my chest. The corridors were quieter now, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the stone walls. I needed to clear my head, to figure out what I was going to do about this mess. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Theo’s absence beside me.

———

The Slytherin common room was a blur of green and silver, filled with the lively chatter and laughter of students eager to forget the stress of exams and revel in the last few weeks of term. The flickering firelight cast long shadows on the walls, mingling with the soft glow of floating candles. It was the perfect setting for a party, but as I stood in front of the mirror in our dorm, getting ready with Pansy, my mind was still elsewhere.

Pansy eyed me critically as she applied a final touch of gloss to her lips. “You look amazing, Y/N. Theo won’t know what hit him.”

I forced a smile, adjusting the straps of my emerald green dress that clung to my curves in all the right places. “Thanks, Pans. But I’m not really sure I’m in the mood for any kind of interaction with him.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, turning to face me with a look of exasperation. “Oh, come on. You’ve been moping around for days, and Theo’s been a complete idiot. The least you can do is show him what he’s missing.”

I sighed, knowing she was right. Sitting in my dorm room, wallowing in confusion and hurt, wasn’t going to solve anything.

“Fine,” I muttered, grabbing my wand and giving my hair a final once-over. “Let’s go.”

Pansy grinned, looping her arm through mine as she led me out of the dorm and down the stairs to the common room. The party was already in full swing, with students dancing, laughing, and drinking butterbeer and drinks spiked with firewhisky. The music was loud, the bass thumping through the stone walls, and the atmosphere was charged with excitement.

As we entered the room, I could feel eyes on me, whispers following in our wake. Pansy had outdone herself tonight, and I could tell by the way people were looking at me that she had succeeded in her mission. But as much as I wanted to feel confident and carefree, my eyes instinctively searched the room for Theo.

He was standing near the fireplace, his hands in his pockets as he talked to a group of girls. They were all giggling and fawning over him, and my heart clenched at the sight. He was always good at charming people, but seeing him do it now, when everything between us was so strained, made my stomach turn.

“Don’t look at him,” Pansy whispered in my ear, her grip on my arm tightening slightly. “If he’s going to be an ass, let him. You’re here to have fun.”

I nodded, tearing my eyes away from Theo and letting Pansy drag me toward where Blaise and Enzo were standing, laughing and chatting with a few other students. They both looked up as we approached, their faces lighting up with smiles.

“Y/N!” Enzo exclaimed, his eyes raking over my outfit appreciatively. “You look incredible.”

I blushed, feeling a bit more self-conscious than I would have liked. “Thanks, Enzo.”

“Ready for a dance?” Blaise added with a wink, his arm already reaching out to pull me closer.

Pansy gave me a nudge, and before I knew it, I was being twirled around the room by Blaise, the music pulsing around us as we moved to the beat. He was a good dancer, his movements smooth and confident, and for a moment, I let myself get lost in the rhythm, in the warmth of his hands on my waist, and the laughter that bubbled up between us.

But it wasn’t long before I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck, the sensation of being watched. I glanced over Blaise’s shoulder and met Theo’s gaze from across the room. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch in my throat.

I looked away quickly, focusing on Blaise, who thankfully didn’t seem to notice the shift in my mood. After a few more songs, he handed me off to Enzo, who pulled me into a lively, playful dance that had us both laughing like we hadn’t in days. Enzo was good at distracting me, his carefree attitude infectious as he spun me around, making exaggerated faces and silly jokes. We drank and I drowned my worries in firewhiskey, maybe a bit too much.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling of Theo’s eyes on me. Every time I looked up, there he was, only two girls left who were talking to him, but his attention clearly divided. The tension between us was like a taut string, ready to snap at any moment.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Enzo asked quietly as we swayed to a slower song, his brow furrowing with concern.

I forced a smile, nodding even though my heart wasn’t in it. “I’m fine, Enzo. Just… tired, I guess.” I felt the alcohol hit my system and grew warm.

He didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he pulled me closer, letting me rest my head on his shoulder as we danced in comfortable silence. But even with Enzo’s comforting presence, my mind kept drifting back to Theo, to the way he was watching me, the way he seemed so distant and yet so close all at once.

Finally, it became too much. I couldn’t take the suffocating tension, the way my heart ached every time I saw him talking to others, laughing with them, like everything between us didn’t matter. And the final straw was Theo and the blonde Slytherin girl dancing closely, only looking at each other. So intimate and almost ready to get a room. I pulled away from Enzo, mumbling an excuse about needing some air, and hurried out of the common room before anyone could stop me.

By the time I reached my bed, the tears were flowing freely, and I collapsed onto the mattress, burying my face in the pillow to muffle my sobs. Everything was so confusing, so painful. I didn’t understand why Theo was acting this way, why he was pushing me away when all I wanted was to be close to him.

I didn’t know how long I lay there, crying into the darkness, but eventually, I heard the door to the dormitory creak open. I didn’t look up, assuming it was Pansy coming to check on me, but the sound of footsteps approaching my bed was heavier, more deliberate.

“Y/N.”

My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Theo’s voice, and I quickly wiped at my eyes, trying to hide the evidence of my tears. But it was too late—he’d already seen.

“What do you want, Theo?” I asked, my voice thick with emotion as I sat up, pulling the covers around me like a shield.

He didn’t answer right away, just stood there, staring at me with a conflicted expression on his face. Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I wanted to talk.”

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. “Talk? Now you want to talk? After ignoring me for days and acting like I don’t even exist? After replacing us— me with that- stupid blonde girl?”

He flinched at my words, but didn’t back down. “I know I’ve been a prat, Y/N. But it’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?” I demanded, my frustration boiling over. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like you don’t care about me at all!”

His eyes flashed with anger and matched mine. He took a step closer, his fists clenched at his sides. “You think I don’t care about you? You think I don’t care, when all I’ve been doing is thinking about you, worrying about you, wanting to be near you, but not knowing how to handle it?”

I blinked, taken aback by the intensity of his words. “Then why are you acting like this? Why are you pushing me away?”

“Because I’m scared!” he shouted, his voice echoing off the stone walls. His breath heavy, like he just ran a marathon. “I’m scared of losing you, of ruining everything between us. I’m scared of how much I feel for you, Y/N, and I don’t know how to deal with it.” His voice growing more tender by the end.

His confession hung in the air between us, the raw honesty of it leaving me speechless. I stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, trying to process what he was saying.

“You… you’re scared?” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He nodded, his expression softening as he took another step closer, his eyes searching mine. “I’m terrified, Y/N. Because I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I didn’t know how to tell you. And when Mattheo started showing interest, I panicked. I didn’t want to lose you to him, so I tried to distance myself, but it only made things worse.”

My breath caught in my throat as his words sank in. “You… you love me?”

Theo nodded, his gaze never leaving mine. “Yes, Y/N. I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, and I’m sorry it took me so long to tell you. I’m sorry I hurt you.” His gaze grew blurry as his eyes filled with tears of what must be frustration.

The tears that had started to dry on my cheeks welled up again, but this time they were tears of relief, of overwhelming emotion. I stood up, closing the distance between us in a few quick steps, and before I could second-guess myself, I threw my arms around him, burying my face in his chest.

Theo hesitated for a moment, like he couldn’t quite believe what was happening, but then his arms wrapped around me, holding me tightly against him. I could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath my cheek, the warmth of his body seeping into mine, and all the confusion and hurt of the past few days melted away.

“I love you too, Theo,” I whispered, my voice muffled against his shirt. “I’ve been so confused, so scared, but I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

He let out a shaky breath, his grip on me tightening. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never meant to hurt you.”

I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my hands resting on his chest as I searched his eyes. “We’re both idiots, aren’t we?”

A small, relieved smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Yeah, we are.”

I laughed softly, the sound light and freeing, and he joined in, the tension between us finally breaking. We stood there for what felt like hours, just holding each other, basking in the warmth and comfort of our embrace.

Finally, Theo pulled back, his hands cupping my face as he looked down at me with a seriousness that sent a shiver down my spine. “I don’t want to run away from this anymore, Y/N. I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” I promised, reaching up to gently brush a strand of hair out of his eyes. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

He nodded, his gaze softening as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Together.”

We laid back on the bed, holding each other and admiring one another. I shuffled closer and he dipped his head down, fluttering his eyes closed. I felt his breath on my opened lips, feeling his catching mine. All the frustration and relief and love poured into that kiss as we felt each other. Finally.

——

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[biblicallyaccuratebrainrot]

Family Reunion; Part III

Dad!Ford x GN!Reader (Familial)

Everything builds up into one weak moment where your mind is vulnerable. A certain triangular being is prepared to take full advantage of this. In the end, it may be too late to realise that mistakes have been made.

CW: I got bored and skipped a bunch to reach what I wanted to write, deceit, Bill Cipher

You followed Ford and Dipper back to the shack. They spoke to each other the whole way back-- going on and on about how cool the alien spacecraft was and Ford talking about way back when he used to go there all the time. You walked behind them, staring at their backs. They both had genuine smiles spread across their faces while they spoke.

"When was the last time I smiled at him like that?"

You stopped following them when you reached The Mystery Shack. The sun was beginning to set. Ford and Dipper continued into the shack, even shutting the door behind themselves. You took a deep sigh before you redirected your steps and made your way to your pond.

"When was the last time he smiled at me like that?"

You sat by the pond, legs up to your chest, and your arms resting on your knees. You flicked pebbles into the water, watching the ripples even themselves out.

"You're older now-- he can't bond with an adult. He can bond with a kid like Dipper,"

"He probably prefers a kid that's actually related to him, too,"

"Dipper's more like him than I am,"

"Maybe, you shouldn't have opened the portal,"

You shook your head at the last thought, groaning out loud. "He's your dad!" You reason to yourself, now holding your head. "He wouldn't just abandon you, right?"

You sighed and grabbed a stick nearby. "We can still hang out," you whisper. "Me, dad, and-- and Dipper, I guess,"

You draw stick figures in the dirt. A tall one, a shorter one, and then, a good distance away, another tall one. "Why are you being such a baby about it? You're a full-grown adult!" You toss the stick, now angry with yourself.

"Just move on, like everyone else,"

"[Y/N]?"

You shake in place and spin your head around to face the unexpected visitor. "Oh--! D-Dad, sorry," you say quickly. "I-- I didn't see you there, I thought you and Dipper were fixing the rift,"

Ford walked over and sat beside you. He glanced at the drawing in the dirt. "It was a quick process, we already patched it," he responded.

"Oh, good,"

There was a pause. "Are you alright?"

You feel your face heat up and you began to fiddle with your fingers. "I-- I mean, yeah--," you stop yourself. "--No, no, actually, I-- I'm not,"

Ford sighed. "I know what it's about,"

"Do you?" You turn to him. "It feels like every time you 'know', you don't actually know,"

Ford's face softened when he turned to you. "It's about me and Dipper, isn't it?" Your eyes widened as he continued. "I offered him that apprenticeship and you feel like I accept Dipper more as my kid than you-- my actual kid,"

"Wow," you say without thinking. "Y-yeah-- sorry, I-- I'm just... I'm upset,"

Ford chuckled quietly. "I understand. That offer I gave Dipper? It doesn't mean anything," Ford explained.

"Wh--what?" Your brows raise. "Dipper's gonna be really disappointed if you go back on your word,"

"In what world are a boy's parents going to allow their son to run off with his estranged uncle?" Ford asked, a humorous look on his face. "No matter how many PhDs I have, I am sure they would prefer their son closer to home and safe,"

Your lips tighten to a line and you look down at the dirt in front of you. "W-well, when you say it like that," you began, "I-- I sort'a feel silly, now,"

Ford stood up. "Don't worry about it." He smiled and offered his hand. "It's going to be all right, I promise,"

You smile back and accept the help, rising to your feet. Your smile drops. You look around the area-- finally noticing the halted movements in everything. The dragonfly stopped mid-air, the water's ripples stopped in motion, and the bird stuck in the air above you. You look back at "Ford" with wide eyes and try to pull away-- but the grip is stone-tight.

"W-Wait!" You yelled. "Stop! Y-you can't do this!"

"Ford's" face began to melt as the all too familiar laugh rang out into the grayed mindscape. Ford's hand turned into Bill's hand, his large eye staring a hole into you.

"Thanks for the body, kid!" Bill laughed and pulled you forward.

You felt yourself spiral through the air. You managed to even yourself out and turn to face your body rising from the ground.

Yellow eyes and a large smile, not natural to yourself, looked up at you. "What're you doing!?" You screamed, rushing to follow.

"Bringing about the end of the world," Bill replied bluntly. "What else?" He laughed and walked off smoothly-- but not towards the shack.

You watched Bill walk into the forest. You froze in place-- not by any outside power to try and prevent you from following your body. You froze out of fear. Your mind sped around you at a million miles a minute. "I-- I need to tell Dad!"

***

Mabel was stuffed inside her sweater and rocking herself back and forth. A plain beige backpack sat beside her-- failing to provide any comfort. The only sounds to be emitted were the sniffles of sorrow.

"Mabel?" Your voice called out. "Are you alright?"

Mabel poked her eyes out to peer at you. "Sweater-town isn't accepting any visitors." She buried her face back into the sweater. "How did you even find me?"

You approached. "I wasn't really lookin', kid." You explained and sat beside her. "Sort'a came out to get some fresh air,"

"Why is this happening?" Her voice cracked and squeaked. "Summer's ending, school is gonna be horrible, and I won't even have Dipper back home!"

Mabel cried and shook. "Ah-- jeez, kid, I-- I'm sorry," you tried to comfort. "I-- I get it, y'know? The one person that's supposed to always be there with you isn't there-- it hurts,"

"I wish Summer wasn't ending-- I- I wish at least Dipper wouldn't accept that stupid offer!"

"I hear'ya," you agreed. "Dad's more interested in mentorin' Dipper than he is interested in hangin' out with his own kid-- I wish I had more time with him,"

Mabel sniffled and removed herself from the sweater to look at you. "Isn't there something we can do?"

You sighed and shrugged. "Not unless you got some orb on a small pedestal," you chuckle.

Mabel brightened. "I-- I think Dipper has some weird nerd thing like that in here." She grabbed the beige bag and began to rifle through it before pulling The Rift out. "Is this what you're talking about?"

You smiled widely. "Oh! Yeah! Do you know what we can do with this?" You held The Rift tightly. "Mabel, you can get a longer summer with Dipper and I can get my dad back!"

"Really?" Mabel smiled-- hope fluttering in her mind.

"Of course!"

Your grip tightened around The Rift. Your smile became more and more unnatural the longer it stayed on your face. Your eyes weren't quite reflecting the correct colours anymore. Just as Mabel's mind began to wonder-- The Rift shattered in your hands. The glass pierced through your skin and the contents of the orb spilled onto you and the ground.

"What!?" Mabel yelled in shock.

She almost couldn't hear herself over your deranged laughter. Your yellow eyes brightened-- connecting the dots in Mabel's mind.

"W-wait! No!"

You flicked your fingers-- causing Mabel to collapse into unconsciousness. Your body began to float before Bill released it and allowed it to fall to the ground.

You flutter your eyes open and wince as pain flies from your hands and up your arms. You roll onto your stomach and spot Mabel's body. "I--I'm so sorry! Mabel!" You tried to crawl and reach for her.

Your movements are halted though as both your body and Mabel's body were lifted through the air. Mabel's body became encased in a ball of rock-- a shooting star branded onto it.

Your eyes began to fall heavy-- your hand weakly shaking towards the rock flying away from you. The last image to haunt your mind was Bill's eye shooting a red beam at you. The final thought before you were thrown into your own mind;

"Dad, please help-- I'm sorry!"

_______

》 END

[rafedaddy01]

Requesting innocent!reader/virgin!reader - reader is sarah's BFF. Rafe and Y/n both attracted to each other, but they dont know it. reader is drunk at a party and can't stand up. random guy tries to take advantage, rafe saves her. reader confesses her love and wants her first time to be special, rafe offers and she accepts. SMUT

Summary: takes place in tannyhill, reader gets drunk and a rando tries to take her upstairs to “cool off”. Rafe sees and jumps in. He takes reader into the house library and finger fucks her

Warnings: mentions of drinking, language, fighting, arguing, fingering, kissing, smut

A/n: I know I havent been on this app as continuously as I have in the past, I’m kind of dealing with some personal problems but I’m so thankful for all of you being so patient.

“I said. Don’t. Touch. Her.” Rafe got up in his face and pushed a finger against the man’s chest, enunciating each word.

“What are you gonna do Cameron?” The guy clearly had some balls, but he didn’t know who he was messing with. Poor man.

Fuck that. This guy tried to take advantage of me when I’ve had 7 drinks and I might be drunk but I’d NEVER give up my virginity to a prick like him. He deserved this.

And that’s exactly why I stood and watched with a smug look as Rafe pulled his fist back and let it collide with the man’s nose, I swear I heard a crunch.

The guy tried to hit back, only to be pushed against the wall and choked until he was purple in the face.

“Rafe!” I needed to put a stop to this.

“Rafe! Calm down. It’s okay” I tried to tug him off.

“It’s not okay y/n. This guy tried to put his hands on you”

“Rafe, I’m fine. Look at me. *hiccup* I-I’m still here” I did a little twirl and giggle before almost tripping over air.

Rafe let him go with a push and caught me just in time.

“Come on” he put his arm around me and led me into the one room that always made me feel safe.

Sarah and I would always spend time in here as kids. Reading, playing, day dreaming. It was home, a safe space.

A space only Rafe knew made me feel so warm and secure.

“I uh- I’m sorry” he said as he closed the door and scratched the back of his neck while exhaling a shakey breath.

I cocked my head and looked at him in confusion. “What for?”

“Sometimes I just get carried away. My dad tells me my anger will be the death of me” he stands at a far distance with his hands in his pockets as I lean against the wall and lavish in the cool comfort it brings, my body feels like it’s been dipped in lava.

I let out a dreamy sign as I roll my head to the side “don’t be sorry, it was kinda sexy watching you go all beast mode over me” I giggle without a thought of what I just said, blame the alcohol.

There’s an awkward silence before I turn my head and my eyes meet with his, only he’s not at a far distance anymore. He’s right in my face and his breath is fanning against my skin, making it hotter.

“You think I’m sexy” he smirks as his hands cage me against the wall.

“Yeah. I do.” Again, alcohol.

His smirk widens as he leans a bit closer, the smell of vanilla and a hint of resins fill my nostrils.

“Careful honey bunny, might think your starting to like me”

“And what if I do?”

He stares at me for a second before letting out a breathy laugh.

He turns his head and I think he’s about to push off the wall and walk out of the room, but then my eyes meet his again.

Without thinking I grasp his face and push our lips together, he’s clearly taken aback but quickly returns the kiss.

I moan against his mouth and his hands drop down to my hips, pushing and pulling.

His hands come up to my breasts and toy with the nipples pebbling beneath the material. “Rafe” I let out a breathy moan that has him groaning.

“We shouldn’t, your drunk. I don’t wanna take advantage” he pulls back and leans his forehead on mine.

“Rafe” I whine “it’s not taking advantage if I initiated it” I tug at his shirt and pull his lips against mine again.

He’s hungrier this time. Stealing my lips and claiming them as his, which I don’t mind. He can have anything he wants. I’ve wanted this for so long.

“Please” I moan when he pulls away.

“Relax, honey bunny” one of his fingers comes down to my waist band as he slips his whole hands in and his lips connect with mine once again.

“So wet” he groans as he feels me through my soaked panties. “Let me take these off” he starts unbuttoning my shorts and shimmying them down my thighs.

I watch as he helps me step out of them and comes back to me.

“Are you sure?”

I bite my lip and nod. “Positive”

He slowly pulls my panties down and I hear a small groan before I feel his lips press soft kisses to either side of my hips and then my thighs before coming back up to my face.

He kisses my neck and I melt. So caught up in this small pleasure I don’t feel his fingers sliding between my folds until one slips in.

My head leans back and I breath out a shakey moan. I burns a little but it starts to feel good once he moves a couple times. “So tight honey bunny, don’t know how I’m ever gonna fit my cock in there”

I panic at the thought of having sex tonight. I mean I want it, but the thought of it happening right now when I possibly wont even remember it tomorrow is making me overwhelmed.

“Hey hey hey. I’m sorry, we don’t have to go that far tonight. Let’s just focus on making you feel good” he kisses my temple before refocusing on his previous action.

Once I’m slick enough he adds another finger and I feel my core tightening.

“Rafe” I grip his shoulder and his palm comes in contact with my clit. “Fuck”. I start shamelessly grinding down on his hand and all throughout it he encourages me.

“Good girl”

“Take all you want, make yourself feel good honey bunny”

I moan and whimper as my orgasm approaches.

One last curse of his came and I drench his hand.

“Fuck. So fucking sexy” he groans as he pumps a few times and pulls away.

I watch as he cleans his hand with his tongue and brings his lips to mine.

I moan as I taste myself.

“Thank you”

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[luna0713hunter]

Some night,sleep comes easily to you.

On those nights,you don't need to do much;just the comfort of your bed,and a warm cup of tea is enough to lull you to sleep. On those nights,your dreams are vivid;a sound of laughter and a sunny sky. Everything seems easy on those nights.

But right now,as you lay in your bed and stare up at the ceiling in the dark,you wished it was one of those nights as well. But as the clock blinks and shows you the slightly too bright digits of 2:00 AM,and the several empty cups of tea,you know you wont get any sleep that night. And on the nights you can't sleep,dark thoughts always swarm your mind.

You turn your head away from the ceiling,only to bury it in the pillow by your head;and when you take a deep breath,the familiar scent of lavender makes you slightly dizzy.

Gods above,you miss Izana so bad.

Your boyfriend had texted you a few hours ago that he would be late,so you should head to bed first. But both of you knew that was impossible;ever since you two started going out, sleeping without one another was an impossible task. Ever since you experienced how it feels to have Izana's arm wrapped around your waist,your legs intertwined,and him whispering silly things in your ear only to make you giggle,you stopped bothering to sleep alone.

With another sigh,you turn your face completely in his pillow and you will yourself to not cry;Izana had his own stuff to worry about,he didn't need your whining right now.

You're so lost in thoughts that when you hear the familiar hum of the engine,you think you're only imagining things;after all, your boyfriend wont be home until the dawn,and you doubt anyone is stupid enough to go after you.

But when you hear not one,but three gentle taps to your closed window,you immediately jump out of bed and rush toward it. With a slight grunt,you push the windows open and let out a surprised gasp.

"Hey there, princess." Izana's silver hair shines brightly under the faint moonlight,but his grin is more blinding than any light. He's holding small pebble, seemingly having them thrown at your window "care for a ride?"

With a excited squeal,you rush down the stairs;still in your oversized t-shirt and shorts as you burst through the front door.

Izana's grin widens as he spots you,and immediately opens his arms for you. He lets out a low whistle when he sees what you're wearing.

"is that mine, babygirl?"

You let out a breathless laugh when he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.

"want it back?"

"heck no," his response is immediate as he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, "if you take it off I literally might die. In fact," he lets go of you for a moment before shrugging his jacket off and wrapping it around your smaller form. His grin is lazy and his violet eyes are hazy as he speaks next,

"looking good there, Captain."

Your cheeks flush deep red and you slap his bicep playfully; earning a loud laughter from your boyfriend. Your eyes soften when you see how young Izana actually looks like this;free with small tears on the corner of his eyes. And suddenly, you're leaning in and kissing him on the lips.

Izana lets out a surprised noise,but immediately kisses you back. His lips taste like strawberry,and you're guessing he probably had those candies he loves so much.

When you finally part,both of your cheeks are flushed,and a silly smile rests on your lips. Izana pecks your lips one last time before giving you the extra helmet he got for you when you started dating.

"ready to go, princess?"

You wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze once

"lets go, pretty boy."

And even on the nights where you cant sleep, you'll be ok.

For my lovely @milky-aeons

[skibasyndrome]

A little prompt for you :

Wilmon : Wille throws himself on the bed with a wide smile.

Margot! So so so sooo sorry for the ages long wait! Have some older Wilmon coming home to Bjärstad to make up for it💜

"Wille throws himself on the bed with a wide smile that immediately wavers when he hears the wood creaking loudly under the impact. He sits back up quickly. "Shit, it didn't use to do that." Wille looks adorably terrified and adorably out of place on top of Simon's old green sheets in the middle of the tiny bed. Simon just laughs, heaving their suitcase over the storage boxes that are somewhat blocking the doorway to his childhood bedroom, long since turned into a space for anything and everything that his mamá wants to keep out of sight. "Well you used to weigh a little less as well," Simon teases. When Wille throws him an indignant look, he knows he's struck gold. Wille crosses his arms in fake annoyance. "Excuse me?" he starts, and Simon has to bite his lip to stop the big grin from splitting his face in two. "I thought you liked my athletic built," Wille pats the round of his tummy exaggeratedly. And Simon does love that tummy, he does absolutely love cuddling up to it and resting his head on in and wrapping his arms around it when he hugs Wille from behind. Of course he also loved his lanky, couldn't gain a pound if he tried Wille back in the day, in fact, he very cheesily but none the less earnestly loves just about every single version of Wille he could possibly imagine, but that's not the point right now. He puts his bag down next to the empty fish tank. "I do. My bed might not, though," he says, then immediately feels the need to kiss it better, when he sees Wille's mouth twist into an exaggerated pout. In two steps, he's crossed the room, cupping Wille's stubbly cheeks in his hands and bending down to peck him on the lips in a way that feels reminiscent of their early days. But maybe that's just the ambiance making him feel a bit like his teenage self again.

"Mamá said we can also take the couch if this doesn't work," he says gently, brushing a strand of hair out of Wille's face. Wille, however, continues to pout. "Noooo, not the couch," he whines, winding his arms around Simon's middle and tugging, once, twice, before Simon gets the hint. Giggling, he lets himself be pulled down and onto Wille's lap, sliding his own arms around Wille's neck while Wille's land on the small of Simon's back and a little lower. Simon brushes his nose against Wille's. "So creaky bed it is?" He asks in between another two soft pecks. Wille nods into the kisses, smiling and humming and sneaking a warm hand under Simon's shirt, tracing up and down his spine with rough fingertips, making Simon the slightest bit giddy. There really must be something in the air. When Wille presses closer, opening his mouth for Simon with a happy little sigh, Simon mirrors his movements, melts against him. The tension of three hours on the road is slowly draining out of him with Wille so close. It's when Wille very carefully hooks a few fingers into Simon's pants, sliding them underneath the fabric of his briefs, over skin that pebbles into goosebumps at the touch, that Simon pulls away, catching the eyes of a already slightly dazed looking Wille. "Does this make you horny?" Simon asks, mostly as a joke, trying and failing to keep the grin off his face. Wille sucks his kiss-bitten bottom lip in between his teeth. His eyes betray him even before he nods at Simon in a small, sheepish movement. Surely it must have something to do with them being back here, because Simon isn't usually easy like that, not anymore at least, but he feels a little out of breath already, just from Wille's admission alone. Which is ridiculous and silly and a little concerning. But he really can't find it in him to care once Wille's hand moves further down, underneath his clothes. The giggle he lets out when he pushes Wille back and down onto the mattress, quickly chasing his body with his own, is partially at himself, partially at Wille, partially at the ridiculous picture they must make, perched onto the way too small bed. The bed frame complains under their combined weight, and he feels Wille stifle a laugh in the crook of his neck. "This used to be easier," Wille mumbles, and honestly, he might be right, Simon agrees. But that doesn't mean Simon wants them to stop. He just settles his weight on top of Wille, ignoring the creaking, and instead goes for Wille's neck.

hiiiii, I know these have been coming more and more irregularly and I'm terribly sorry about that! I still enjoy doing these so so so much and getting to write a little bit of fic is still the highlight of my day, so if you have any sentences, feel free to keep them coming! I'm just going to have to be a little slow with replying to them because this thesis I've got going on isn't going to write itself haha. Thanks again so so so much for the fun prompt! 💜💜💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I will write you 5(+) more

[b0red-b1rds]

Here's a good cinematic parallel for ya. Remember the scene at the very beginning of the game with Venti and Dvalin? That... but it's Creator and Ahzdaha.

Zhongli goes to visit his old friend, going against the orders of his 'god' ("Give up on that thing," they say, "it's a lost cause now.").

The former Geo Archon can't give up on his old friend. Not when he's lost so many friends already...

Imagine his surprise when he arrives in Nantianmen, only to see the imposter... caressing the head of his old friend. For once, Ahzdaha seems at peace. The earthen dragon's eyes are closed, and he's as still as stone as the liar brushes their fingertips delicately over rock, root, and scale.

A wayward step, just the slightest movement in his mindless shock, sends a few pebbles skittering. Ahzdaha looks up, curious and calm, and calls out a soft, "Morax?"

The fake gasps in fear, and Ahzdaha instinctively curls a massive paw around them. As much as Zhongli wishes to simply rush forward to see if his friend was truly alright, the former god's rage won out. How dare this fake influence his beloved friend? If the Creator themself couldn't heal Ahzdaha, what makes this liar think they can?

Zhongli prepares his polearm, only to be stopped short by a menacing growl. Ahzdaha's eyes begin to glow that eerie, ominous red, and his voice holds a bit of that familiar rage, though tempered now by confusion.

"Morax... what are you doing? Why do you raise your weapon at the one you worship?"

"Because that thing is not the Creator! The true God of All sits on their throne at the grand temple!"

Ahzdaha curls tighter around the supposed fake.

"True...? Surely you can not be blinded by such lies. This being has soothed my ailing mind, has brought me back to sanity... surely, if the one you speak of was the true Creator, they would have helped me the same? Or has your blind faith lead you astray? You always were a stubborn one."

Zhongli merely grits his teeth. He cannot deny the logic in Ahzdaha's words, but the idea of following a fake all this time, and tormenting the true God of All with this God Hunt... he can't bear the thought. He takes a fighting stance, and Ahzdaha growls again.

"Morax... the lies you've heard have blinded you. You've lost your will and autonomy... just as I have. If I must cut you free myself, then so be it!"

As former friends collide in battle, a weakened power hides, huddled amongst the geovishap hatchlings. There, all they can do is watch, as two favored beings rage against one another... they can only hope that everything will turn out alright.

[amazzwon]

WHAT IS... HOME?

❜ ─ ─ ❛ lee heeseung x fem! reader

╰┈➤ ❝ [angst, non-idol au, one-sided love, friends to strangers]

╰┈➤ ❝ [0.8k words]

╰┈➤ ❝ [cherry blossom; lana del rey]

I was six feet under my thoughts as waited for her by "The Stone Cold" ice cream shop. As the glass entrance opened with customers pushing through, a waft of sweet air contrasted with the evening air. The grey scarf cloaking my neck itched and tickled me; it was a cold November. My breaths turned foggy and my nose dusted crimson. 

The cold was as harsh as the reality.

It had been a week since I revealed my truth to her. 

"If my name was a word then you are the meaning to it".

That's what I had said, my true being, my pure love, my final chance to prove to her; to tell her that I, Lee Heeseung, am in love with her.

"I-If you will have me," My voice had wobbled, "Meet me in front of our favourite spot at 8 pm?". 

I cringed at the memory. Had I sounded more mature, more manly, maybe then she would have given her answer at that moment.

A week passed but my hope did not. 

The first time, it did phase me... a lot. I remember being drenched in my sorrow and overflowing eyes that would not open (I changed pillow covers twice that day).

The second time, the ice cream shop owner offered me a free scoop (that melted in my hand cause I was too in my head). 

The third time, I took interest in the pebbles by the road and kicked them woefully; but there had been times when my head played games with me, begging me to look up to meet her eyes but she wasn't even there. 

The fourth time, I gazed at the clouds.

The fifth time, my heart began playing tricks on me, persuading me to go to her apartment complex; but I was a lover, not a serial killer.

The sixth time, I can't even remember anymore...

The neon pink, "The Stone Cold", sign flickered in contrast to the golden gleaming lamp posts. It looked ugly. The contrast, I meant. Coincidentally, so did my thoughts. The crowd brushed past me, rushing as if they had somewhere to be; that thought made me jealous.

Would she consider me to be a place worth running towards?

Time was ticking; the rush hour stalled. My feet prickled; the freezing temperature swept past me. I stood still; an empty vessel with heartbroken thoughts. The ice cream shop's sign glitched shut, and then the old man (the owner) walked out offering a sad smile at the sad case of a man in front of him. I could hear the man wobbling out of the scene but, my genius envisioned her footsteps approaching me. 

There you have it, another day spent on the woman so gorgeous, she turned me ugly with glum hope. My mind tugged me to text her, just one last time. I decided against it.

The buses continued their usual routes. It was a cheap option instead I chose to take me and my pathetic heart for a walk. I shouldn't have; I could have easily saved myself from the nightmares, the embarrassment, my dignity! Yet I watched with my chapped lips parted and eyes widened. She had her arm looped with another man. My eyes flitted from her to her man. Her man? ugh, that word itself made my soul churn.

He whispered something in her ear and she laughed as if she had no care in the world. How brutal could she be! They stood near the signal waiting to cross the road... so she did have a place to rush towards but couldn't she at least stop by to reject me?

Oh no, it was worse. I was the other man... 

I collected the few shards of my heart and I turned around with heavy eyes. Walking briskly, I couldn't gaze straight, too stunned to look up anymore. At least, I had memorised the path home. I decided that home was my place to be... but no.

As soon as I thought of home, she flashed across my mind. Her smile, her warmth; she was my sunlight and she was my shade. My walking speed turned obsolete and my vision was hazy. I should have known better than to have such a tremendous amount of longing, I could have spared it to face the world.

Maybe she saw it. She noticed my blind faith, she noticed my unfortunate state of being under her spell and left me to my thoughts. They weren't any better.

I approached my home... oh god, I want to find another word to call the place I rest... 

my hand shoved in my pocket to fish out my keys

a warm place... 

I finally felt the cold metal ring and pinched the correct key.

a place to laugh...

I tried to connect it to the keyhole but I missed

a place where I could love...

 I missed again

a place... where I would stop missing her

The first tear fell before I could even enter my house; the place as cold as November. 

[sunrisemill]

✮From the start✮ pt.3

Chris and y/n have always been inseparable, they’ve always relied on each other but what happens when one of them falls?

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.4 Finale

Chris’ pov

(2 months ago)

I toss and turn in my bed but can’t shake off this horrible feeling. She's been acting weird and distant lately, I feel like I don't know her anymore…are we still friends? The other day we were watching a movie on my couch, and she looked so sleepy. I couldn't help myself, I put my arm around her and the only way I could describe the look on her was pure horror. Did I do something wrong? Did I go too far? Did I smell or something? I groan into my pillow as those thoughts flood my brain. I have to talk to her. I rip the blanket off of my body and slowly sit up “Alright Grandpa. Do you need help with that?” I feel my lips curl up into a small smile at the memory. She never did give me a break, god forbid I'd let out the TINIEST noise bending over “You okay Grandpa?.” “Do I need to take you to the nursing home already?” Her voice rings through my head as I stand up, I glance over at the alarm clock on my bedside table, 12:22 it reads. God, I hope she’s awake. I can't go on like this anymore.

~~~~~

“Y/n.” I whisper-shout as I stand below her window. I know she’s up cause she has her lamp on “I bet she’s blasting her music, that girl’s gonna go deaf.” I grumble to myself. I smirk as an idea comes to mind, I pick up a small pebble and throw it towards her window creating a small tap noise. “Oh, my precious Y/n. I cannot bear another second without your gracious company.” I say in the most dramatic tone I can come up with. Not long after that I hear the sound of a squeaky window being opened. “Now what the actual hell was that?” I grin as she pokes her head out of the window. God, she looks beautiful… “what? I thought you liked corny shit like that. You're always making me watch that cheesy ass rom-com, what was it now… 12 going on 22?” I ask in a teasing voice. Of course, I know it's 13 going on 30, how could I ever forget her favourite movie? I even watched it without her so I could memorize the wedding scene that she does not stop talking about. “Haha, Chris. You're so funny.” she replies with a PAINFULLY sarcastic tone. “Why are you here anyway?” I take in a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you, could you maybe…come down here, my neck hurts.” I watch her let out a soft chuckle as she retreats her head back, she's gonna come outside and I'm gonna have to do one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She can't hate me…can she? I mean, she could after this. Y/n hasn't always been the best at expressing her emotions or telling me how she feels, she just shuts down. My thoughts get interrupted by the sound of her back door sliding open. I don't know how she does it, she could be wearing a trash bag for all I care and she would still take my breath away. “Hey…” I whisper as my voice fails me. “Hi?” I watch as she hugs her body to shield herself from the cold. “I was just- I was wondering…are you okay?” Her body stiffens and I just think…oh shit. “I'm fine, Chris. Why wouldn't I be?” The coldness in her voice could send a chill down anyone’s spine “Y/n, I can tell when there’s something wrong. Why can’t you talk to me?  Im here for you.” I take a step toward her but she steps back. C'mon Y/n, don't do this to me. Let me in. Just talk to me. I silently plead to her as her face contorted into a look of annoyance. “I've told you a hundred times already. I am fine. Why can't you comprehend that I don't need a saviour. It's 1 am, go home and sleep like a normal person for once in your goddamn life.” My breath catches in my throat as her tone gets more and more cold as she speaks. What happened to the Y/n that I know? The one I fell in love with… “you know what…” I swallow as I feel tears brimming my eyes. “Im done dealing with this. I care about you but you couldn't give two shits even if you wanted to. Do you know what you are Y/n? A fucking coward! Oh, how dare somebody show even the littlest bit of concern for you. I bet you’ll just forget about me, You'll get a new best friend and fuck it up the same way cause you're too much of a pussy to confront your feelings. I tried helping you but you're hopeless.” I wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes and huff before storming off in a fit of rage. I slam the gate to her backyard behind me, leaving a shivering, startled Y/n behind. Even after all of that…I cant help but still love her.

(A/N: Omg this took so long to come out cause my laptop decided to break but I finally got it fixed YIPPEE!!!! I hope you'll like this cause I feel like I cooked with this. Don't ruin my confidence)

Tags: @guccifrog

[chartedscars]

hello! hope you are doing well!

can I please request a writing piece involving a love at first sight trope with Mike Schmidt? :) thanks!

Oh my godddd, I was really excited to do this one because I've never done this trope before!! Sorry if it's a bit all over the place. As always, feedback is appreciated greatly! :) (Tried to make this gender neutral.)

The smell of rain filled the air as the downpour surrounded the area. The grass y/n stood on had quickly become damp as they stood there; bag over head, desperately looking around for cover of some sort.

By a stroke of luck they saw a dimly lit building. It looked abandoned to say the least. Y/n immediately started to run towards the building, their shoes squeaking against the wet grass. Once they were right outside they took a closer look at the sign. "Freddy Fazbear's", with some sort of bear wearing a top hat and bowtie.

What is this place? They thought to themself, subconsciously scanning the building for any other people. Nope, definitely empty... Empty with locked doors. Y/n sighed and started walking around the side, their clothes becoming soaked by the rainwater. Gross.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief upon seeing an unlocked door around the side of the building. They gently opened the door... (this was done on purpose, sorry ddlc fans)

The inside was dark. Very dark. Various tables and chair were scattered across the tiled floor, thy were dusty and unkept. Much like the arcade machines to the right side, untouched for what looked like years. At the very front of the room sat a stage, covered by a crimson curtain, though it was hard to see in the dark. What mattered was that it was somewhere to wait for the rain to stop.

They carefully took a step forward, looking around the room, eyes squinted. "Hello?" Seems like no-one's here. Y/n took several more steps forward, making their through the dark building; failing to notice a little pebble just waiting to ruin their day. Y/n yelps, being dragged down to the floor. "Ouch.."

They hold their knee for a minute before jolting up at the sound of a flashlight being turned on. The bright, headache inducing light pours down, illuminating them along with some of the hard-tiled floor around them.

They look up to see a man wearing a security jacket. Now I'm in trouble.

"Um.. Hello?" The man looked to be in his 20s. "Uh sorry, am I not allowed to be here…? They quickly stand up, pulling an arm above their eyes to avoid the light. “What are you doing here? This place is closed.” Just look at that short, brown, curly hair.

"Well, it was raining and I need to find somewhere to cover until it stops. Sorry, I'll go if I'm causing any trouble."

"No, no, you're good-" And gorgeous brown eyes.

He turns the flashlight towards the floor, giving them a half smile. "What's your name?" Oh, and that face... Y/n felt their heart melt at the sight, this guy is... Amazing! Wait, what did he say?

"I'm y/n! And yourself?" They smile at him. Trying to hide the blush creeping onto their face and trying not to get lost in his eyes.

He smiles in return, his brown eyes almost glowing in the darkness surrounding them both. "That's a pretty name. I'm Mike."

He pauses, his smile faltering slightly. "Hey, you look cold. Uh, here, take this." He says, unzipping his jacket and removing it, holding out to them instead. Y/n can't help it anymore, their cheeks glowing pink even in the dark. They take the jacket and zip it around themself. "Thank you, Mike... So, do you work here? I thought this place was abandoned."

“This place closed down in the 90’s.. but I'm the security guard. I just check in on this place after dark to make sure nothing bad is going on here.” That makes sense. If he's a security guard he must be strong. God, just look at him... I've never seen anyone so perfect before!

Mike must've noticed their eyes staring at him, he clears his throat. "So, I need to go check on the monitors and stuff, feel free to just sit in the dining room for a while. I'll be in the office if you need anything." He smiles back at them, now blushing a bit too. Probably from the attention he isn't used to. "Oh and one more thing,"

He pauses.

"Would you like to get coffee some time?"

AAHHHHH I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, MY MUM'S IN HOSPITAL AGAIN, JESUS. I'm sorry if it isn't very good, this is my first time writing for Mike :0

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Show Me What You're Hiding

Summary: Y/N gets a glimpse of Dean, and is desperate to see even more.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Nothing too crazy. Nakedness, lustful thoughts, Dean objectification, and a smidge of dirty talk (from the reader.) Adorable!Dean being adorable, while simultaneously being the hottest fucker around. You know, that thing he's really good at.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 685

A/N: Just a smutty little drabble brought on by @myloversgone and this hot af pic she sent me. It's obviously Jensen in the picture and not Dean, but after reblogging this post, and having these discussions with @eevvvaa, I've had this idea floating in my head, and combined with that picture, it just made this story happen in my brain. 😁 Hope you enjoy! 😊

Then earlier today, the beautiful @myloversgone sent me the INCREDIBLE pic above and this story pretty much materialized in my brain instantly. It turned out to be a bit more smut based than fluff based, but there's definitely fluff at the end. Hope you all enjoy it! 😊

A/N 2: As always, this is a different version of Jensen from within the Multiverse who is single. Absolute and complete fiction, of course.

The beautiful divider below and at the bottom was created by @talesmaniac89

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You're trying desperately not to stare, but you simply can't help following the path taken by the drops of water that fall down from Dean's soaking wet hair and over his wide, thick shoulders. The droplets continue on over his bare chest, skirting around his nipples and then over his flat stomach. A couple of them spill into the groove of muscle that ripples down from his hips on both sides, creating a perfect V shape that leads to a patch of reddish blonde hair. 

And just below that hair, you catch a glimpse of what is being obscured by the giant hand that Dean has placed in front of his most intimate body parts. You can't stop the loud gasp that escapes you when you realize that you can still see a glimpse of him because his one big hand isn't quite enough to cover all of him. 

When he realizes that, he drops the toiletry bag he was carrying in his left hand, and it lands on top of the towel that had fallen from his hips as you'd bumped into him coming out of the shower room, just as you were heading in. With his other hand now empty, he uses them both to sort of cup everything and hide himself away. 

"Ah…shit, f-f-fuck, Y/N." Dean splutters. "I'm so sorry. I didn't, uh…didn't see you there."

The heat you can see crawling up his neck, and turning the tips of his ears pink is so unbelievably adorable. Given his Casanova reputation, you would have expected some smooth flirtation from him in a moment like this, or a few dirty-minded suggestions. But no, he's flushed and stuttering, and ridiculously adorable in his awkwardness. 

All the dirty thoughts are definitely coming from your direction. 

Given his massive strength, so blatantly on display right in front of you, and the obvious, god-given endowments he'd been blessed with (that are now hidden behind his two massive hands) his little blush is so out of place and unexpected that it makes you desperate to kiss him. Hard. 

You take a step closer to him and he swallows convulsively, his eyes wide. He bites into his bottom lip and you groan and place your hands on his bare chest. His freckled skin is cool and pebbled with goosebumps, whether from the cold air or your touch, you aren't sure. But you can feel his heart hammering beneath your palm and you know you need to check with him before you go any further.

"It's okay, Dean. I was the clumsy one, I should have paid closer attention." Your voice is rough with want and you lick your lips. Dean's eyes drop to your mouth and his breath becomes a bit ragged. You can see that the embarrassment and trepidation in his gorgeous, mossy green eyes are starting to be replaced with a kind of simmering heat.

You feel your core muscles clench around nothing and an ache begins to pulse in your pussy. You look up at him and decide to just go for it, praying for a yes.

"I wanna kiss you, Dean. No, I wanna do more than kiss you. I wanna lick you, I wanna taste you, bite you. I wanna ride you, fuck you."

Dean's eyes are round with shock once again, but you can see the desire still pooling there in the deep black of his expanding pupils.

"Do you wanna fuck me, Dean?"

Dean takes a second to breathe deeply through his nose, but then clears his throat and answers. 

"From the second I laid eyes on you, sweetheart."

His voice is deep and dark, and filled with overwhelming lust. You can see the shock beginning to leave him, and a smirk starts to form that tells you you're in for a long, wild night. 

Determined to stay on even footing with the sexy bastard, you grab his thick wrists, and yank his hands away from where they're shielding himself. You hear his breath hitch and you smile up at him coyly.

"Then show me what you're hiding there, big boy."

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[blueseachelle]

Hi.

Can you please write some Percy de rolo x reader one shot. With jealous reader? Maybe some smut?

Jealous? Me? Never. PART 1

Percy De Rolo x Jealous! Reader

Smut will be in PART 2 but, I like to build a foundation for jealous type situations so, this is a build up for the good stuff

It seems like the whole world is against you at this point.

Every time you tried to do something. Someone or something stood in your way. You were trying to figure out a way into a certain someone's heart yet, were stopped by observation.

As you sat in a tavern next to Pike. You noticed a number of things. Your eyes never strayed too far away from the silver haired gunslinger across from you. You saw how Vex leaned into him. You saw how he seemed to smirk and reflect the same energy back.

It made you sick. You thought nothing was going on between the two of them but, you guess you were wrong after all.

You're heart ached. You looked down into your mug. You got lost in your thoughts for a little bit until Pike nudged you gently,

"You okay, Girlie?"

You just look over to her and smiled softly,

"I'm good. I'm just gonna head outside for some air."

Pike watched with a concerned look as you stood up and made your way out of the bar. She looked around and saw that no one noticed her sudden exit. She stood on her bench and turned to hop down.

Just as she did this, Grog grabbed her up,

"Did you see that, Pike?! I beat Vax once again!"

Pike pushed out of his grasp slightly,

"Yeah. I saw that. You did great, Buddies. I'll be back in a second."

With that, she quickly followed the path you took out of the bar.

Percy saw this and realized that you weren't there. You never alone really so, this concerned him slightly. Vex put an arm over his shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts,

"Darling! Did you see that? Scanlan fell of his stool, long gone! Hahahaha."

Percy just nodded. He quickly got out of her grasp, much how Pike did the same with Grog. He cleared his throat quickly after.

"Excuse me, Vex'ahlia. I have to visit the men's room."

He then disappeared out the door. This went unnoticed to the rest of the drunk group.

~~~

You walked away from the tavern. Looking at the ground as you walked, kicking some pebbles as you went.

How could you be so blind? You should've knew that they were together before you fell for Percy. You were just blinded by love.

You tried so hard to make time for him and help him with his projects. You made sure to keep him safe in battle. You always were there to take care of him when he needed it. You guess you were always saw as a best friend. Nothing more.

You heard rushed footsteps from behind you. You didn't bother to turn around. You didn't care anymore.

Pike ran up to your side. She walked next to you as she caught her breath quickly. She then gave your cloak a slight tug, catching your attention. You looked over at her with saddened eyes. Pike just nodded. She understood your pain.

"It's okay to be jealous and hurt."

"Jealous? Me? Never."

Y/n responded with slightly sarcastic tone. Pike just shook her head,

"Even if he isn't there for you, I always will be. We'll get through this together, Girlie."

"I just wish he understood how much my heart hurts to see him with her. I was always there for him. Through everything. Before he even got into the group. I guess I never been more than a best friend. I'm stupid for thinking so."

"Y/n. You are not stupid. What's stupid is that Percy can't see that you love him but he sees Vex's advances. We did everything we could to get you with him. Maybe he'll realize soon. You never know."

Percy, who was approaching the two, heard the whole exchange. His eyes widened. You? Jealous? He would never guess that you loved him as much as you said to Pike. He did always see you as his best friend but, he saw so much more. He thought he had no chance because you never, well he didn't realize, acted like you wanted to be anything more. When Vex made it obvious, he thought he could get rid of these feelings he had for you.

Oh boy. He was so wrong.

He saw you give Pike a hug. You sat there on you knees as you hugged her. Pike patted your back.

"Everything will be okay. I promise."

You just nodded. Soon, the hug broke apart and Pike told you she had to head back and take care of Grog. You just nodded and said that you needed a couple more minutes before going back.

Pike nodded and ran back to the tavern. She didn't notice Percy as she ran by because he was hiding.

Once you were alone, Percy came out of hiding and made his way towards you. You just hung your head low and was lost in thought. You didn't notice Percy's entrance.

He gingerly set a hand on your shoulder. You looked up at him. You looked slightly surprised but, your sadness covered it up quickly.

"Why are you here? You should be with Vex'ahlia."

Percy shook his head,

"I came here because I was worried about you. You seem off tonight and I want to know what's wrong."

Rage pulsed through you. You looked at him and stepped back so his hand fell off your shoulder,

"You know what's wrong. Don't act like you weren't hiding and overhearing my conversation with Pike. Do I look stupid to you? Don't play me like a fucking fool."

Percy pursed his lips together. He was caught. He didn't want you to be anger at him but, here we are.

"I did hear it all. I just want to know why didn't make a move sooner. Why didn't you point blank ask me how I felt towards you?"

You clutched your fists and you growled slightly,

"You think it's so easy. I didn't want to lose you as even my friend if you rejected me. Plus, now I know you and Vex are something so, I can just forget about my feelings and go about my business. Do snog with her and leave me alone."

Percy took a step towards you. You anger was valid. He knew he fucked up but, he wants to make it up to you. He needed to reach out first. He slowly gripped your shoulders,

"It is easy. I'll do it so you can see."

You froze in confusion as he continued,

"Y/n. I have loved you for a very long time now. You have always been by my side and I appreciate it. You showed me so much of myself that I wouldn't have ever found without you. I thought YOU would reject me so, when Vex made it obvious of her feelings, I thought I could run away from them. Seeing you hurt like this, I can't run. I'm sorry for my stupidity. I love you. More than the world. You are my world."

You stood there with tears running down your cheeks. He slowly moved his hand and wiped your tears as they came. You leaned into his touch.

"I love you too, Percy."

Percy smiled and leaned in and kissed You. You both stayed in that position for some time. Kissing over and over again. The tears soon stopped to flow as the kissing stopped as well. Once the two of you separated, Percy held you close. He whispered sweet words to you.

You held him tightly, like he was gonna disappear in a seconds time. Percy looked down at you,

"Do you want to head back to the tavern now?"

You slowly nodded and you both walked hand in hand to the building. You were both going to tell the rest of the group of the new development. No matter what anyone said. No matter the repercussions of the relationship. You both didn't care. You loved each other and that's that.

[podstolnihanako]

One day, I had a dream...

I once had an amazing dream… I remember it as clearly as if it had just happened… So much so that all the details of this dream remain in my memory…

I remember a blizzard that night. It was the day I defeated the Dragon of the North and the Dragon of the South, freeing the Cocoa, Coffee, Liquorice and Milk tribes from their tyranny. A regular, very young biscuit from the Cacao tribe - sounds like a fairy tale for children. But it was true. The people of all the tribes proclaimed me king, and an unknown force bestowed upon me a stone that called itself the Soul Will Jam. It was a medium sized purple coloured pebble that immediately attached itself to my sword… quite curious. I couldn't sleep for a long time. The realisation of what had happened still lingered in my mind. I lay on my futon, replaying the events in my head, from defeating the dragons to getting that stone. — Young man… a hero should be sleeping soundly at a time like this,— Jem of Souls said suddenly, making me wince. It was unusual to hear the interlocutor in my head.

— I can't… my thoughts are in the way, — I said clearly, even though I knew Jem Dushi knew what I was thinking. I heard a heavy sigh in response.

— Do you still see the faces of those biscuits? I see… I've seen that once before, — the voice said, and it piqued my curiosity. I got up from the futon and, hands on my knees, sank to the floor in front of the sword. He kept talking about the past and then immediately changing the subject! I was sick of it.

— What are you doing up? Go to bed! You need sleep at all! — I squinted my eyes and stared at the faintly glowing stone.

— You keep talking about the past, but you don't tell me! Spit it out! — I exclaimed in a half-whisper so as not to wake the others in the house. But Jem Souls started backing off again, saying that I was supposedly ‘not old enough to know about such things’. And that hurt… But he gave in under my threats to let Creamwolf ‘play with the sword,’ which, by the way, always works.

— All right, all right! You got it, young man! — The voice grumbled, and I lay down again, pleased with myself. Perhaps under the influence of that voice, I began to slowly drift off to sleep, feeling like I was on a cloud. I felt like I was wrapped in something soft and light, even though I was under a blanket. At some point, I heard a voice and smelled something floury. The voice was female, and it sang a soft but beautiful melody. When I opened my eyes, I saw green mountains with occasional trees bearing pink fruit on their tops. Looking around, I noticed a small clearing with an equally small garden. In the garden, there was a go table with a plate of strange buns on it. But what attracted me most wasn't the beauty of the landscape, the go table, or the food. I saw a girl sitting on the side of the white chips, leaning her elbow on the table and singing softly. Her white qixiong ruqun perfectly complemented the golden pibo that surrounded her. The girl's hair was divided into two braids with gold ornaments at the ends. And on his forehead, like a crown, was an ornament that looked like an ear of wheat with a medium white stone. Around her neck was a gold necklace with three stones. Unfortunately, I couldn't see her face because of the fabric that was the same color as her clothes, with a small decoration in the form of wheat ears. But the only thing I knew was that it had something to do with Soul Jam. I took a step toward her, then stopped, startled when she looked my way. I felt goosebumps run down my spine and a lump formed in my throat. I couldn't say anything but stare at the girl in a daze. And she, in turn, got up from the pillow, carefully approached me with her hands folded in front of her on her stomach. That's when I caught myself thinking.why am I even reacting like this? After all, she's just like me...sort of.

— Greetings, guest of my humble abode. I'm glad you got here. — she said and apparently smiled happily, covering her face with her sleeve. I, on the other hand, didn't know what to say and just stood there like a fool.

— May I ask the name of my guest?" So what brings you here?" — while she was asking me questions, I didn't even notice that she was getting even closer to me. The smell of freshly ground flour and some pleasant incense immediately hit my nose. — Dark Cacao...that's my name. — I said, moving a little away from the state I was in. I blinked and looked again at the stranger, who looked like she was waiting for an answer to her second question. After taking a breath in and out, I continued:

— I ... wanted to know about the past of a stone called Soul Jam. And he said he would show me the past. — I could feel the trembling that had appeared from excitement gradually subsided and became a little easier. The girl, in turn, put her hand to her face and chuckled thoughtfully.

— I'll tell you, but first. — it was heard that a smile stretched on her face, and she turned back and went to the go table. Then she adjusted the pillow she was sitting on and landed on it.

— Will you play go with me? — If you win, I'll tell you about the past. If not, then you will already tell us about yourself. All right?" Adjusting her sleeve with her pale hand, she pointed to the chips and the seat across from her. Win in go, from an unknown girl from your dream to find out the past? Very suspicious... but still, there was no such choice, so I agreed. When I got to the table, I sat down on the side of the black chips and concentrated on the game itself. I made the first move, according to the rules of the game without a handicap. It seems to be a simple principle of the game: take on your side, more territory. But in fact, it turned out to be quite difficult. It must have been 10 minutes, and half the board was already filled with white chips. I swallowed hard and looked at the girl. And damn that cloth on her face! Because of her, I couldn't understand her train of thought!

"You're thinking too much of other things, my friend," she said suddenly, laying down the chip on my side, then folding her arms into her sleeves. When I looked down, I was horrified: the whole board was covered in white chips, and there were five black chips left. It was immediately clear that I had lost.

— You should focus not on winning, but on how exactly to achieve it. — the girl continued and raised her head slightly in my direction. I could feel people looking at me with regret, which made me even more ashamed. Exhaling, the girl got up and walked over to me, then sat down to my right.

— We could play some more games with you, but it's time for you to go back." I hope we can play again. She said as she patted my shoulder, causing me to look at her in a daze, and instead of a white cloth...I saw the ceiling of my room. I sat up and tried to digest what I'd seen… Was it a dream...or was it not? I wasn't sure about that…

[sneasedtomeetyou]

:{ Hello!! It's been a while!! Things have been so boring lately!! A whole lot of paperwork and talking and talking louder and arguing which they insist is only talking louder. Weird bunch. ':3 Not to mention the fact that [My Tenshi] seems more interested in walking laps around the island than talking to anybody. Normally you can't get him to stop talking!! }:

:{ A video file is embedded. West Beach, Valencia Island, Orange Island Archipelago. 5/11/24 9:04 pm. }:

Night has fallen over Valencia island, the heat and humidity replaced with surprisingly cool breezes and calm warm waves that gently rush back and forth over the sand and smooth pebble beaches. It’s quiet out here by the water, as quiet as the ocean ever truly gets anyway, and the soft splashing sounds of Casimir’s footsteps through the surf seem louder than they would normally, the waves lapping around her ankles as she looks out to the sea. She looks bored, or thoughtful, or something in between, the exact expression as ever changing as the tide itself and just as hard to read. Whatever it is he doesn’t seem to be exactly present, his thoughts somewhere far off as he paces slowly up and down the beach, his footsteps washed away nearly as quickly as they’re formed. 

Behind him and a little to the left trails Sneaks, the weavile not quite knowing what to do with the swaying motion of the wash, following it out and then skittering back as if the waves were trying to grab him in a perfect clockwork, back and forth and back and forth and back. He seems to be trying to figure out how to get out to his trainer without getting wet and without another answer he shows no signs of giving up this game. 

With a sigh Casi stops, and seems to take inventory of his surroundings for a moment. He takes a few steps onto the beach, enough to run his hands through Sneaks’ feather crest, the pokemon leaning into the affection. “You know,” he says quietly, more to the air than the pokemon in front of him. “I’m beginning to understand why Aiko hated this place so much…” The moonlight casts stark shadows beneath him as he looks up to it. “I know why Rose is upset with me, but Miairu… Does she not recognise me?” It’s as if the words spoken awaken… something in the darkness. It’s barely there at first, more a ripple than a movement, shadow on shadow, almost impossible to make out if it was real or simply the video struggling to focus in the dimness if not for the reaction of Sneaks- his ears perking up and fur prickling down his back. If Casi notices this however she doesn’t seem to react, looking up at the sky even as her own shadow starts to shift around her feet, what at first seemed to be the rippling of the shallow water now morphing ambiguously, the faintest purple glow in the center of the new shape, like light cast through a dark glass.

Casi seems to take notice of Sneaks’ change in demeanor, his head tilting and his brows furrowing slightly at the sudden change. “What is it sweetheart? Alert for me.” He clearly was not expecting Sneaks to alert by gesturing directly behind him, a growl already in his throat as the deep purple shadow quivers, a clawed hand reaching up from the depths and pulling behind it a massive, thorned shape. Casi barely has time to turn around before deep red eyes open, the shadow splitting open to reveal a too-large toothy grin. 

Casi yelps, falling backwards into the shallow water, the small waves splashing around his small form. There’s a growl from the Weavile as he braves the water to get between the shadow and his trainer before… he stops. Sneaks blinks up at the still obscured shape in front of him and the shape blinks right back down at him for a moment, before simply picking up the smaller pokemon, grin slitting even wider as it seems to laugh in its successful scare. 

“...Miairu??” It takes a moment for the realization to fully dawn, but as it does the now soaked trainer starts laughing herself. “Ok, you win you win you got me. Where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” The shape makes a few giggle-like vocalizations and shakes itself- the water flying and her color lightening as the gengar becomes more well defined when not completely drenched in ocean water; leaving both Casi and Sneaks sputtering and raising their arms to defend from the impromptu rainshower. 

“Ah! Ok ok, enough with the water." Despite her attempt at sternness she has trouble keeping the laughter out of her voice and the smile off her face. Sneaks wiggles, freeing himself from the gengar’s grasp only to clamber up onto her giant head. Miairu uses this opening to offer a hand to Casi, who pulls himself up and directly into a big hug. “I’ve missed you. …Let’s go find Aiko ,and dry off. I don't think any of us want salt in our hair.”

Miairu makes a happy noise and floats up a bit in the air, much to the irritation of the Weavile clinging desperately to her quills. He does not, however, attempt to get back down, and the three turn back inland as the video ends. 

:{ Transcription ends. }: :{ Seems like [My Tenshi] knows the [Shadow Creature] that's been creeping around!! That's sure lucky. Wish she told it to leave me alone. 3:' }: