#can't get over the matching sunglasses either

[dreamedofyou]

New Arm Share episode? Possibly? Maybe? 🤔

[nyuoqi]

            — SO I MARRIED MY ANTI-FAN ౨ৎ SES

O15. lavender scented warmth

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : congratulations! you have been invited to korea's #1 romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will be living with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out that your husband is actually your anti-fan?

(1.3k words, not proofread)

YOU DON'T KNOW IF ITS THE SUDDEN INFURIATION YOU HAVE FOR EUNSEOK OR TODAY'S INCIDENTS but the hue from the sun setting in the city of Dubai looks exceptionally gorgeous today.

a smile cast on your face as breezes make your long hair sway, your arms holding the rolled down window of the convertible benz the pr team decided to rent for your stay here.

you lean back to your seat and crane your neck to look at your husband. EUNSEOK has one of his hand on the steering wheel while the other rests on his thigh, a pair of louis vuitton sunglasses rests on the bridge of his nose— you remember him giving you a matching pair during the beginning of your marriage— at that moment, you can't help but thank the sunlight for hitting his face at such a perfect angle, accentuating his facial features.

at some point you begin to stare without realising. it isn't until EUNSEOK casts a glance at you that you realise you're staring.

"got something on my face, pretty? " you didn't mean to let a red hue creep on your neck and ears, it's just that you happen to have a soft spot for compliments, especially when it comes from your husband.

"no. sorry for staring. " your voice small, embarrassed at yourself.

EUNSEOK chuckles, muttering a few words under his breath you couldn't hear. the hand that once rested on his thigh reaches over to the other side of the car, chasing your left hand for him to hold onto for the rest of the ride.

"cute. " EUNSEOK mutters to himself again, his voice loud enough for you to catch what he's saying— except this time you hope you didn't when the red hue grows stronger on your skin, this time creeping up all the way to your cheeks with a deeper hue.

you lower your gaze to your thigh where your hands intertwined with eunseok's rest, heart beating so loudly againt your ribs that you're afraid EUNSEOK might be able to hear it.

EUNSEOK fails to keep his eyes on the road when he feels your hand moves slightly in his, causing him to look at you while he subconsciously squeeze your hand in his, silently begging you to not let go of it.

EUNSEOK doesn't know why he's been acting like these lately, but he must admit that he doesn't not like it.

your body drops on the floor with a loud thud the moment you enter your honeymoon house, legs giving up after a long day of walking around in heels.

EUNSEOK closes the front door and kneels down beside you, shaking your body gently with a smile, "come on, let's get you inside. "

"i am inside. " you mumbles, your face buried on the floor causing your voice to come out muffled. EUNSEOK laughs, "let's get you to the bedroom, or at least the couch. "

you whine, head shaking in protest as you push EUNSEOK away from you. "can't. my feet hurts. " you say. EUNSEOK's eyes trails to your feet which are still clad in your red kitten heels. he notices few red scratches on the back of your heel, hissing to himself as if he could feel the pain.

without any words, EUNSEOK removes your heels while minding to not let you get any more scratches. he then gently carries you to your shared bedroom.

it is halfway through your little journey that both of you realise the position you guys are in. EUNSEOK has carried you in a bridal style, one of his arm behind your knees while the other supports your back. yours isn't any better either, both your arms wrap around EUNSEOK's neck while your face buries itself into his chest.

your eyes meet and EUNSEOK suddenly stops in his track.

the both of you continue to look into each others eyes for the next few minutes creating a heavy tension between the two of you. at some point, you guys were leaning into each other until suddenly you hear a twig falling out of the window, causing the both of you to clear your throats and look away before resuming your journey to the bedroom

the feeling of soft duvet digging into your skin after a long day is probably the best feeling you ever have. you hum in delight as your eyes close to get ready for a long slumber.

the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing interrupts the serenity you had yet you decide to ignore it.

however the feeling of the bed dipping beside you and a hand gently caressing you hair forces you to open your eyes to a smiling EUNSEOK.

"i know you had a long day so i prepared the bath for you. wasn't sure what your favourite scent is so i chose lavender since i heard it reduces stress on the body. " EUNSEOK explains, his hand still caressing your hair in a gentle manner.

you whine and close your eyes again, too tired and lazy to get out of the bed and take a bath. "come on, you gotta clean yourself up eitherway. "

your eyes remain close, EUNSEOK's words falling deaf into your ears.

"or do you want me to help you take a bath? "

eleven words.

eleven words only yet those exact words manage to get you off the bed and into the bathroom faster than usain bolt.

EUNSEOK chuckles to himself at your antics, eyes turning into crescents as his chuckles then turns into huge laughter when he hears you yelp in the bathroom, you probably slipped in the bathtub.

the clock reads 11:45 by the time the both of you finally settle down in bed, comfortably snuggled into the warmth of the blanket and each other's body warmth.

the lighting in the bedroom dim as the only light source you guys have is the warm-lighting bedside lamp.

EUNSEOK has his arms wrapped around your waist— a habit he picks up after spending a few nights with you. initially you both decided to put a pillow barrier in between the both of you to avoid any awkward situations but after a few times of waking up in the morning with the pillow long forgotten on the floor and your bodies entangled with each other, you guys decided to get rid of the pillow.

you turn your body around to face him, your eyes meeting his tired one. it has been a while since you have been in this position, doing nothing but sit in silence while enjoying each other's presence.

"you know, " your fingers trace shaped into his arm. "when i first find out that i was signed up for this program, i ghosted my CEO and manager for two days and the only reason i stopped ghosting is because i had a very important meeting scheduled with them that i cannot ignore about.

i though to myself, i'm too young to get married and with today's society, i don't think i would want to get myself involved with a man, a stranger at that because like, what if he hates me and do bad things towards me? "

EUNSEOK feels his heart drop at your words.

"but when i met you for the first time, i thought you seemed like a nice person and i've never been more grateful for that. you always treat me so nice even though our marriage is fake.

and i hope that even when this... whatever this arrangement ends, we are still able to stay as close friends. i'm really grateful to you, EUNSEOK. thank you for everything. "

EUNSEOK's throat goes dry, he stares into your eyes with regrets but you who think too positively of EUNSEOK fails to recognise the true feelings in his eyes so instead of saying anything back, EUNSEOK only pulls you closer into his arms.

and although EUNSEOK swears on his life that he hates you and how the fact of it would never change, the butterflies in his stomach says otherwise.

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Dreamer

-a/n: so these have basically been cooking for like almost two years, but uh im stuck in temptation & asm era 😓. also takes lofs of inspo from other fics and just watching their vlogs <3

yj x g/n headcannons + some drabbles ♪(^∇^*)

-- groupie love - Lana del Rey

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-I feel like the odds of him being into another idol would def be low, I don't think he'd like the drama that comes with it. So he'd probably fall for someone at a coffee shop to a local store.

-He'd often stop by and sometimes ask for you, sometimes talking about mundane things. Or perhaps a little about his work, or just recommendations for new coffee or fashion tips!

-As your friendship develops he opens up more, about being an idol (whether you knew or not) he'd bring up upcoming projects and even talk about fans he really liked. Or even dance a bit for you

-During all this as your friends, he'd definitely nervous around you. Constantly giggling and rubbing his neck ( biting his lips).

--

You were standing around, as the morning rush died down and you finally had time to relax. Looking at the time, realizing he was later than usual. 'he might be busy' you say trying to reassure yourself. Until it happened

again

and again

and again

"is he avoiding me?" you ask out loud. Scratching your hair as you mop the floor, upon that thought the door opens. Revealing yeonjun in a casual outfit, he walks up to you with a small blush on his face.

"can I have your number?" he asked sheepishly, looking away and shoving his phone in your face with the new contact screen on it.

'cute' you think as you type your phone number into his phone with no hesitation .

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-He spents time at your apartment bc.. have you seen the txt dorm..

(bonus if you have a pet :3)

-He'll defiantly try to befriend your pet.

-giving it treats and hugging it. pouting if it ignores him.

-on his off days he'll sneak away into your apartment, to laze around and eat your ramen. As well as critique your wardrobe.

--

'those patterns don't go together' he commented as he laid on your bed eating popcorn. 'I have nothing else thats clean 'jjunie' you pout trying to sift through your parcially empty closet. 'if your so picky about it come pick out mu clothes!' you shout eyeing him.

'fine' he groaned getting up and investigating your closet.

'this one.. and this one' he said giving you shorts and a long sleeve. As you eye him suspiciously.

'fine' you give in and finally wear the outfit and he finally lets you go out into the world, because he'd never let you go out looking unfashionable.

--

-lots of cute dates!

-around cafes, thrifting, high end fashion stores, and whatever curious stores he can find he'll find any excuse to take you.

-he loves sleeping over at your place, he likes waking up next to you.

(like his vlog from last year 😭)

-he'll take you to k pop stores just to show off their new album 😭

-bonus if you buy it & pull his pc

-He'll either invite you to concerts or you surprise him at them, you probably refuse and just buy the tickets anyway to support him :3

-he'll secret dedicate stuff you to you, like songs if hes asked to reccomend some. And secretly has a bunch of matching items with you.

-matching hoodies, shoes, plushies, phone cases, anything he finds for himself he will buy you one too q(≧▽≦q)

-he'll also buy you promise rings, so it doesn't look like hes taken to the public js wearing a ring /_ \

-and in public he wears sunglasses and a hoodie, no mask bc then he can't kiss you😔

-hes really clingy towards you, finding any excuse to be close to you.

-also he likes good luck kisses before his performances

-he prefers pecks, sometimes more drawn out kisses but he likes bothering you with his kisses.

-he'll share his headphones with you!

-hes very chronically offline 😭, so if you show him something he probably won't get it. (mama a girl behind YOU 💜) but at the same time I feel like he goes on instagram reels... maybe youtube shorts..

-he'll show off new songs he likes to you texting them to you or letting you listen with him

-as well as showing you previews of their new songs

-you like tracing his features, his lips and nose (he giggles bc it tickles)

-he likes being touched, especially being pet on the head. Or just feeling you close

-he defiantly lets his intrusive thoughts win

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he giggled to himself as he scrolled through instagram reels, showing you some ones he thought were funny. As you try to laugh along side him, even though you'd seen them before.

'look at this one' he laughed, showing you the video of the cat going across the han river. You forgot to laugh and just smiled, he notices and pouts. 'you don't like this one?'

'oh, I just saw it already. Its a trend' you add poking his cheek and tugging on it. 'your cheek is like mochi' you comment poking it as he pouted. 'nuh uh'

'yes uh' you giggle moving down to watch the reels with him.

'you goof' you utter kissing his cheek and taking his phone. he doesn't mind as you scroll through photos, and take pic .5 pics of him.

A small smile on his face the whole time as he uttered a quiet 'i love you'.

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(ﾉ*･ω･)ﾉ

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small headcannons (bc i forgot most of the ones i had)

might edit later too :P

also yj solo debut :D (pray for my wallet)

happy b-day (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

thanks you!

🫧

[souryoong]

all mine | pjm (18+)

pairing: ex boyfriend!jimin x reader

word count: 2,356

genre: smut!! (18+ readers only)

summary: your new boyfriend can't make you finish, but your ex boyfriend sure can.

warnings: written sex, porn with a plot, protected sex, fingering, multiple orgasms (duh), lots of g spot stimulation lol, somewhat rough sex maybe if you squint, making out, tongue kissing, blonde streaks jimin, jimin is tatted, jimin's chain necklace is dangling in her face, jimin knows her body (!!!).

*please do yourself a favor & listen to that song before or after you read this*

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authors note: sooooo um hi! long time no see. I feel like this is my longest streak with no new content (almost 2 months!! wtf) and I can say...I have no excuses lol. life just happens. im an adult its okay.

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“Pick up, please pick up.” You crossed your fingers as your phone was dialing your ex, Park Jimin once again to come over for sex.

You both ended your relationship on good terms, Jimin always had a busy schedule and was sometimes overseas for most of the year. Both of you agreed it was for the best to separate.

However, that didn’t stop either of you from still getting together every so often to fuck.

You were seeing someone new, nothing serious, and neither of you were exclusive.

There was nothing really wrong with the guy, just one thing — he could never make you cum.

You even went as far as faking it, multiple times because in the moment, it just to be done. He never seemed to notice. Then, when Jimin was free, he would quite literally fuck your brains out. It was a good system you had worked out.

When you told Jimin how your new man couldn’t make you finish, it gave him a huge ego boost — as if he needed it. He knew he was good in bed. The way you would writhe underneath him from just his tongue, or the way he would have you almost crying in pleasure.

Now, your new boyfriend was out of town, giving the perfect opportunity for Jimin to come over for the night.

“Hello?” Jimin’s voice finally spoke through the phone, and you felt relieved.

“Hey, Jimin.” You spoke in the sweetest voice you could. “Are you busy tonight?” You twirled a strand of your hair around your finger.

“Ah.” Jimin answered, you could practically hear him smiling. “I think I already know why you’re calling me.”

You blushed to yourself. “Fuck, Jimin. Okay. I need dick, that is why I’m calling you.”

“Where’s your new man?” He cheekily asked you.

“I mean as in good dick.” You spat back to him. “He’s out of town this week, and you know that man can’t make me cum.”

Jimin chuckled. “I know, but I love hearing you say that.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You teased him. “You coming over or not? I’m wearing some new panties I want to show you. Hmm. Or maybe none at all.”

“Fuck.” Jimin swore, frustrated. “You know I can’t say no. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”

You smirked to yourself. “I’ll be waiting. Bye.”

You changed into a matching baby pink lacy bralette and panty set, the color happened to have always been Jimin’s favorite on you. You quickly threw your fluffy white robe over it and waited for him on the couch in your apartment.

Right on time, there was a knock on the door, and you got up to open it.

Jimin flashed you a smile before walking in, taking his sunglasses off. He looked so incredible he nearly took your breath away. He shut the door behind himself, locking it. Instantly his lips were on yours.

“Jimin.” You breathed out in between kisses. You draped your arms over his shoulders and around his neck, letting him take control.

He hummed in response, deepening the kiss as you felt him slide his tongue into your mouth, making you moan in response.

He pulled away, kissing down your neck and to your bare chest that wasn’t covered with the robe.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You whined, leaning your head back, tangling your fingers in his blonde streaked hair. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” His teeth scraped against your skin, making you jump. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

Once you were in your bedroom, Jimin stripped himself of his hoodie and t shirt. He got to work unbuttoning his jeans as you untied your robe, letting it fall onto the floor below.

“Oh, fuck.” Jimin nearly moaned at the sight of you, especially in his favorite color.

“Mhm.” You smirked. “Wore it just for you.”

Jimin dropped to his knees in front of you, hands all over your thighs, and kissing your stomach, waist, and hips.

You chuckled lightly. “Jimin, that tickles.”

He hummed, grabbing one of your thighs firmly with one hand, and landing a smack to your ass with the other. The sudden contact made you gasp.

“Jimin!”

He stood up, smirking as his fingers graced the lacy material of your lacy bra. “Baby as much as I love how you wore this for me, I’d like it better if it was on the floor.”

Now sitting on the bed with your knees apart, you reached behind your back and unhooking it. Jimin reached and pulled the article of clothing off you, throwing it to the floor.

He tilted your chin up to kiss you again, the kiss being so forceful you almost couldn’t catch your breath.

Jimin pulled away and you nearly gasped for air. His hot breath was on your neck.

“God, look at you, I can’t get enough of you.”

He left open-mouthed kisses on your chest and you softly moaned; knowing where it was leading.

Except, you nearly cried out when his warm mouth was around your left nipple, his tongue swirling around it just how you liked it.

You couldn’t help how you tugged on his hair; your body so sensitive from not being touched like this in so long.

Jimin lifted his head up, smirking at how worked up you were. “What, your man doesn’t do this?” He lightly pinched your right nipple, making you let out a whine.

You leaned your head back, biting your lip. Nobody could get you worked up quite like Jimin could.

“Jimin, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

You pressed your thighs together, aching for his touch. Jimin noticed right away.

He moved his mouth from your left nipple over to your right, giving it equal attention. Your moan came out almost a sob.

“Jimin!”

You leaned back to lay down against your bed sheets, Jimin shifted to now hover over you, his mouth going straight back to your nipple.

“So worked up for me, I could probably make you cum from just this.” He kissed the skin below your right breast, nibbling lightly.

And he wasn’t wrong, he probably could.

“Jimin…” You were practically writhing underneath him.

He sat up slightly, taking in the sight of your body underneath him. He loved seeing you like this, so needy and worked up just for him.

Jimin brushed over your still clothed entrance over your panties with his fingers, making you suppress a moan by biting your lip. You could imagine how wet you were, and probably soaking through your panties.

“Just for me.” Jimin smirked. “Cute.”

He hooked his fingers around either side of your panties, and you lifted your hips for him to pull them off.

Once he did, he threw them to the side somewhere onto the floor.

Jimin moved so now he was in different position, like he was somewhat sitting next to you.

Noticing how his jeans were pulled down slightly and unbuttoned, his length was straining against his boxers. Your mouth practically was salivating.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You swore. “Your cock.” It almost seemed bigger since the last time, but it’s only been a couple weeks.

He didn’t say anything, just hummed. You shifted your upper body, Jimin guided you to open your legs more than they already were. You didn’t even have to wonder if you were wet, it had felt like you’ve been nearly gushing all night long.

You gasped at the contact of his fingers to your soaked entrance. Jimin swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re soaked. My fingers will slip right in.”

You let out a rather loud moan when he pushed his middle and ring finger inside of you, pressing against your walls. You almost forgot you had neighbors that could probably hear all of this.

Jimin’s lips crashed against yours as he started finger fucking you with earnest. You cried out against his mouth as he hit your g spot repeatedly. You felt your thighs starting to shake, and your stomach starting to tighten.

Jimin started watching his fingers go in and out of you, as you were practically clutching onto him.

“Jimin. Jimin.” You sounded so desperate saying his name repeatedly.

“Gonna cum for me?” His face was close to yours before he kissed you again.

You bit down on your lip, letting out a moan. “Mmm. Yes. Yes.” You tried to nod.

You felt yourself becoming more wet, then hearing the squelching sound of Jimin’s fingers moving in and out of you.

“Fuck, look at you, clenching my fingers like that.” Jimin moaned.

You were shaking, clutching onto him so hard that you felt like you should be apologizing, but he was pressing so hard against your inner walls that you were about to lose it.

“Jimin. Jimin.” You kept saying his name.

“Mhm. Say my name.” He kissed you, but you couldn’t even kiss him back, your orgasm hit you the hardest it has in a while.

“Jimin. Fuck. Don’t stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling like your whole body was shaking.

“Let it go, I got you.” He buried his face in your neck as you let out a rather loud moan.

You were panting like you just ran 5 miles, not even opening your eyes. The muscles in your thighs felt on fire.

“Jimin, what the fuck?” You managed to breathe out.

“Baby, this is nothing new.” Jimin chuckled. “I think you’ve just been neglected.”

You heard him slide off the bed, and heard his jeans getting taken off and thrown onto the floor.

“Open your eyes, I want you to look at me.”

You swallowed thickly and opened your eyes to see Jimin turned away from you, still in his underwear. You noticed his tattoo of the moon phases down his back, probably your favorite tattoo of his.

“Do you still have those condoms?” Jimin asked you.

Since you and Jimin had been getting together rather frequently, you had stashed a box of condoms at the very bottom of one of your drawers in your dresser. The both of you agreed it was probably a good idea to use condoms since you weren’t a couple anymore.

“Yeah. At the bottom of the drawer like always.” You answered, watching him walk over to the drawer, open it, reach in and grab a foil packet.

“You’re running out.” Jimin joked, smiling as he pulled down his black underwear, revealing his thick cock.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him open the packet and roll the condom on over the tip. “Yeah, I uh guess I’d better get more.”

Jimin climbed on top of the bed, hovering over you. He adjusted some pillows so you would be comfortable.

His necklace was dangling as he was aligning himself with your entrance, teasing you by tapping the tip against your clit, making you whine from the sensitivity still.

“I forgot how pretty you looked underneath me.” Jimin spoke, but before you could respond in any way, you felt him push himself into you, the stretch of his girth feeling divine.

You couldn’t even form words, you just let out a whine. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You felt like you could cum almost instantly at his first few thrusts, it had been so long and right now they were feeling better than ever.

“Mhm.” Jimin licked his lips, leaning down to kiss you.

He pushed your legs further apart, holding them behind your knees. Jimin’s pace changed, and he started thrusting into you slower, but hitting deeper.

You felt him nudge your sweet spot inside of you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck. Right there!”

He was hitting the spot repeatedly, making you squeeze your eyes shut, your hands grabbing onto him.

“God you’re so fucking wet.” Jimin swore, burying his face in your neck, starting to fuck you harder.

You could feel and hear your bed frame hitting the wall at the force, and Jimin’s hot breath panting onto your neck.

“Jimin, my neighbors.” You slightly laughed, fingers combing through his blonde streaked locks.

His pace faltered as he got up, now hovering over you, his chain necklace dangling. “I don’t care.” Jimin kissed you softly, then you pulled him closer for more, his tongue gliding against yours.

Your jaw mouth fell open at one thrust, and he smirked, knowing you were close.

“Jimin.” Your voice came out needier than you wanted it to. “Fuck I’m so close.”

“I can tell.” Jimin panted. “Fuck, you’re clenching me so good.”

He shifted your body to the side, putting one of your legs over his shoulder.

You couldn’t help but whine at the change of position, hands moving to grip your bed sheets.

“Fuck, Jimin.” You let out a moan when his fingers started to rub your clit simultaneously as he was fucking you. “More.”

You weren’t sure what you were asking for more of, you were torn between fighting off your orgasm to last a little while longer, or to just give into it.

“More?” Jimin seemed taken aback, your cunt still so wet you could hear it. “I’ll give you more.”

His knee pushed your other leg to the side, and he thrusted into you harder than before. Your orgasm hit you practically seconds later, and you could have sworn you blacked out for a moment.

Jimin’s pace barely faltered as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your walls clenching him tightly, and he grabbed a hold of your legs because you were shaking.

He continued fucking into you until his orgasm hit him, and he almost fell on top of you.

Your bodies right up against each other, and you kept repeating his name; it was all that you could say.

“Yes, I’m right here.” Jimin spoke, kissing you softly along your jaw.

“That was. That was.” You couldn’t even say it. “Fuck.” You slightly laughed at your current state.

“Amazing?” Jimin laughed, trying to finish your thoughts.

“Mhm.” You nodded, combing your fingers through Jimin’s hair.

“So, you know he won’t be back for like 3 days or something like that.” You spoke. “We can do this again.”

Jimin smirked, knowing fully well that you would be.

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[ghostherlig]

short johnshi drabble <3

A/N: ft. johnny with his powers from previous mk games!! kind of a follow up to Afflictions, but also not really related-

"Wait, they want us to what?" Johnny asked, staring at Kenshi over his sunglasses. "We learned our little trick yesterday, they want us to use it in a sparring match?"

"Yes, and relax. You've had a great handle on what you can do, and even though what we discovered yesterday was an accident, it could be very useful for a tactical advantage." Kenshi explained, and Johnny sighed, nodding and bouncing on the balls on his feet.

"Okay, right. We can do this," He muttered, more to himself than to Kenshi as the two made their way to the training grounds, Raiden and Kung Lao waiting on the other side of the courtyard.

Liu Kang explained a few rules, the four of them listening intently and finally setting up on either side of the courtyard.

Johnny and Kung Lao would be fighting first, since Kenshi and Raiden had learned how to use their abilities as a sort of enhancement for their partners.

"You got this, just call for me when you're ready." Kenshi soothed, and Johnny calmed a little.

"You make it sound easy." Johnny joked, but then he felt a sort of fuzz at the front of his head, a startlingly clear voice forming in his mind.

"It could be easier." He heard Kenshi, but saw the man simply smiling in front of him.

How in the fuck did you do that? Johnny thought, staring at Kenshi and watching him laugh.

"Sento gives me many abilities." He explained, and Johnny laughed back, almost sounding a little crazed.

"I definitely underpaid for that." He joked, and Kenshi tilted his head, a mock eyeroll.

"Go fight, Cage." He answered, and Johnny gave him a mock salute before turning, Kung Lao standing with his hands on his hips.

"Finally," He chuckled, getting into fighting stance.

"Can't rush perfection." Johnny answered, Kung Lao throwing a punch.

And with that, the fight started, Johnny blocking the punch and throwing out a kick, Kung Lao throwing his leg down.

The two went blow for blow, Johnny eventually letting his powers loose, enough having built up for him to throw a good kick. He kicked out, sliding to Kung Lao, the man jumping over him.

"Holy shit," Kung Lao muttered, and Johnny chuckled, staring down at himself.

"That was new," He confessed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"That was good, Johnny. Do it again." Kenshi spoke in his head, the movie star throwing another kick, sliding across the distance and landing the kick, Kung Lao letting out an 'oof' at the force of it.

How was that? Landed it that time. Johnny bragged, and he saw Kenshi chuckle from his spot behind Kung Lao.

"That was better. Win this fight and I'll treat you to drinks." Kenshi promised, and Johnny smiled.

You're on.

Johnny watched as an arc of lightning flew over him, Kung Lao's dulled sparring hat imbued with the magic. Johnny ducked as it flew towards him, watching the hat bounce off a wooden training stand, the lightning fizzling away at the contact.

"Remember, you can tell me when you need a boost." Kenshi reminded, and Johnny nodded, blowing out a stressed breath through his mouth.

The hat flew back, Kung Lao catching it and placing atop his head again. Johnny threw a punch, his opponent laughing before he saw the green ball of energy fly towards him, the man jumping over it.

"How much have you learned?! It's been maybe five days!" Kung Lao shouted, Johnny shrugging.

"What can I say, I'm a natural." He bragged, throwing a few more blasts before Kung Lao jumped above him, trying a kick from above.

Johnny moved, watching the fizzle of lightning disappear into the ground.

This next kick, give me a boost.

He saw Kenshi readjust his grip on Sento, smirking as he lifted his leg.

Instead of a forward kick, Johnny leapt in the air, Kenshi's boost rolling him into a spin, his foot landing in the small crater Kung Lao had left behind, the man having moved out of the way.

A burst of energy left Johnny, a trail of energy blasting into Kung Lao's direction, knocking the man over.

"Oh fuck," Johnny laughed, Kung Lao laughing right along with him, sitting up from his place on the floor.

"You're a fast learner." Raiden praised, Johnny nodding his head once.

"Thank you." He accepted it with rare grace, the man inspecting his hands, watching as a wave of green flew down his arms.

"Looks like drinks are on me." Kenshi was standing behind Johnny, a pride in his shoulders that Johnny was happy to be the cause of.

[666writingcafe]

The Prank

Belphegor

I should have known better. I really should have. I mean, it was weird that no one stopped me as I went to the planetarium, and it was outright bizarre that none of my brothers barged in the room as I sat down in my favorite chair and got comfortable.

But then Mammon ruined everything when he screamed,

"Which one of you fuckers took my jacket?!" Sighing, I got up and walked out of the room to see what was going on. If I didn't, I would have been dragged out anyway.

"I don't know, but someone took my limited edition Ruri-chan bracelet, and I will literally kill you if you sold it!" Levi yells back.

"What makes you think I took it?!" I wish I could just disappear into thin air. I want no part in this.

"Because you always take my shit!"

"I bet he took my choker, too!" Asmo hollers. Whatever squabbling the three of them were going to do gets cut short by Lucifer loudly demanding everyone to head to the living room this very instant. Groaning, I do what I am told. As much as I don't want to be lectured, I know that if I try to hide, he will find me and force me to listen to him for hours on end. Better to get it over with now.

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"One of you has taken my nice pair of gloves," Lucifer states once we are all gathered around in the living room. "The punishment will be less severe if the thief fesses up now."

"I bet it was Mammon!" Asmo exclaims.

"It wasn't even me!" Mammon nearly shrieks, making me feel like my eardrums are going to burst. "Besides, has it occurred to any of you that my jacket's missing, too?"

"You probably hid it somewhere after you took the gloves so that you could distract us," Levi spits. Before Mammon has the opportunity to lunge at Levi, Satan interjects,

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but Mammon's right."

"Thank you!" Either Mammon's missed the resignation in Satan's voice, or he's simply latching onto the compliment.

"You may be a fool, but you've never been that stupid. Someone else must have stolen the gloves, along with everything else." Asmo gasps.

"I bet it was you, Satan!" A new round of arguments starts, and I begin zoning out.

Suddenly, I catch movement in my upper periphery. Shifting my attention towards the source, I have to stop myself from making noise. Leaning against the door frame behind everyone is MC, smirking at the scene unfolding in front of them.

The first thing I notice is my stuffed cow. MC has it tucked under their arm. Then, everything else clicks into place. The gloves, the jacket, the choker, and the bracelet. Beel's sunglasses are on top of their head, which means the boots they're wearing must be Satan's.

I can't even be mad at MC for plunging the House into chaos. After all, who would suspect the innocent lamb of doing such a thing? It's genius.

But now comes the hard part: getting my brothers' attention. They're sucked into their screaming match, so trying to talk would be pointless. Normally, I would nudge Beel, but he's unusually invested this time. I quickly glance around the room, but there isn't anything that I can bang that wouldn't break upon impact.

My eyes catch MC's, who repositions the cow so that both they and it are looking at me. MC then brings a stuffed hoof to its mouth and rocks its head slightly. It takes me a second to understand what MC was suggesting, but once I do, I subtly nod my head.

Bringing my own fingers to my mouth, I take a deep breath and let out a loud whistle that pierces through everyone's arguing. My brothers gawk at me for interrupting them, silently demanding an explanation.

"Turn around, assholes," I tell them. Once they do, the energy of the room shifts real quickly. Tucking the cow back under their arm, MC wiggles their fingers in greeting. This causes Levi to scream,

“AAAAAH! Wha…wha…WHA?! Is this really…are you really really…REALLY?!” MC smiles.

"MC, it's you!" Asmo adds. "It's really you!" Before the others can get a word in, Lucifer holds up a hand to silence us.

"MC, what are you doing here?" he asks. "More importantly, why do you have our stuff?"

"Solomon dropped me off," MC answers. "I wanted to surprise you guys. As for why I have your stuff..." They pause. "I just thought it would be fun to pull a prank. I never got to take part in any of that the last time." Lucifer sighs, a resigned smile on his lips. He is such a sucker for them. I mean, we all are, but him especially.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you seem to be doing well. I do wish you could have let us know you were coming. We would have planned something for you."

"The whole thing was last-minute. Plus, the whole point of a surprise is that you're not supposed to know about it in advance."

"Good point."

"If I'd known you were coming, MC, I would've opted for a much more thorough shower routine this morning!" Asmo exclaims, beaming with excitement.

"Gross," I mutter.

"You look just as exquisite as ever, Asmo," MC replies.

"Besides, you took long enough in the bathroom this morning," Satan adds. "Why you insist on using the main one when you have your own, I will never know."

"Are you going to be staying for a while?" I ask MC in an attempt to steer the conversation away from Asmo and his bathroom habits. They nod their head.

"Diavolo has requested my presence to help him with the next stage of the exchange program."

"Just you?" This has everyone's attention.

"The others are here as well." Seeing a few sets of eyes narrow, MC quickly adds,

"In the Devildom, I mean, not here in the House. They have Purgatory Hall, remember?" That seems to calm everyone down.

"So, MC, what do you want for dinner?" Beel asks.

[goose-duck]

Creepypasta x reader

Obscene Normality (ch.1)

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Obtusely normal reader bc I'm tired of reader being either some cute little critter or some badass killer or smth idk free me, this story is trying to be realistic but also not, yknow? Maybe you don't, but I do.

What's it about? Well, it's just you interacting with the creepypastas but it's realistic, kinda, I'm trying my best. That's the gist of it.

Characters: Hoodie, masky, toby, you

Probably shorter than you expect, I tend you give up half way with stories, so, maybe this'll have a few parts to it or smth

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I was chilling at my job. It's a 9-5 job, very fun. Actually, it doesn't completely suck, I'm almost my own boss so that's fun. I'm daytime security at a museum in a small town. We get two guests a day if we're lucky, it's nothing special. The place functions more as a pit stop for directions but some people actually care about the artifacts and information. Not me though, I honestly can't be bothered. It's not that I don't like learning about this stuff, it's just, I work here, so, I don't wanna, yknow? Gotta be as defiant as defiant ad possible I guess.. maybe I should talk to a therapist about that...eh...I don't have the money...hence why I work six days a week. Yeah. Six. Anyway, not the point. I'm the only person here. You'd think there'd be someone who specializes in historical stuff, or at least my boss, but no. It's just me. So, as you'd imagine I get the creeps sometimes, but ultimately it's nit that bad, I have internet and no one to tell me what I can and can't do so I just chill all day and get paid for it. I don't get a lunch break though, which i think is illegal, but I don't care enough to deal with it.

Today is another normal day, as previously mentioned, nothing ever happens here. So I'm just sitting at a desk in the library part of the building, it's just got death records in it, nothing special, I organized them when I first got here three years ago. Crazy...it's been three years, you'd think I'd have gone crazy with such a lovey job by now, but I've still got most of my marbles. Or maybe those are dice? Where are my dice..? Probably somewhere in my room...I should clean up after work...that sounds like something smart for me to do.

A few odd guys walk in the front door. Not my place to judge...but.. they look off. Maybe they're cosplayers? But what are they doing at a museum...whatever...like I said, not my place to judge. However...no one will reprimand me for drawing these strange guys.. so that's what I'll do. I begin drawing the first one I saw...he has a mask or mussel on his face...seems like he's got a gash on his cheek hidden under it. I run my tongue along the scar on my inner cheek...I used to chew on my cheek..is that what would have happened if I never stopped? I guess that makes sense...but why the face covering? And the goggles? Eh...my dad wears sunglasses inside, this isn't nearly as bad, at least these have some style to them and match the rest of this guy's outfit. There's this other guy, ugly yellow hoodie...sorry yellow lovers...but he doesn't make it work. He's got a robbers mask with a red frowny face on it...uh...let's hope he doesn't rob the place, I don't wanna have to do my job. Now for the third guy...mask guy...sideburns guy...less in shape markiplier? I don't know...I wonder if he's good looking under the mask...I like his physic...I shouldn't be fantasizing about random men I see while at work. Sorry. Who am I apologizing to? This is definitely becoming a problem...I'm apologizing to myself for being weird now.

The masked man walks over to me, he just kinda looks at me, nods, then continues on his way. I think he was trying to reassure me they aren't here to steal.. given their outfits that's appreciated...I guess maybe they really are just cosplayers...maybe I should ask who the characters are? Do I care enough for that? Yeah...but I'll let them walk around a but first...I'll ask when they're on the way out.

After a little while I get bored of just sitting around so I start wondering around the building...maybe I'll run into the guys again. Oh wow...that was quick. It didn't take long to run into the trio again, they're standing around some death records, looking for someone...obviously.

"Yo, need anything? I can help if you're looking for someone." I say politely but still trying to keep it casual.

The man in the hoodie responds, "No, but thank you. We'll just look for ourselves." He's kind about it, but I get the feeling he just wants me to leave.

I notice the guy with the goggles twitching.. I wonder what neurological disorder he has..not my business. I turn around and walk away. I'll ask about the cosplays later. I decided to just go wait around at the front doors so I won't miss them when they leave. I just lollygag around, playing games on my phone to pass the time.

It doesn't take long before the men are back, looking like they're going for the exit, I quickly get their attention, "hey, yall enjoy your time here?"

The twitchy man with the goggles answers, "Y-yeah it.. it was good. Found what I I I...I was looking for." He seemed to be getting annoyed by his own tics and stuttering as he talked.

The masked man and hooded man both nod in agreement with goggles' response.

"That's good!" I give them a soft smile, "may I ask something before you leave?"

"Sure." The hooded man blankly states.

I get a little nervous, holding my hands together and twiddling my thumbs, what if I'm wrong and they just dress like this? Maybe I won't ask...

"Uh...um...ah...never mind." I stammer out tp the three men.

The masked man rolls his eyes, "okay, bye then."

I quickly respond with a small wave, "see ya! Have a nice day!"

The three men then leave and I'm left all alone again.

...yay.

[fridayth13]

Heyy, I hope your week went well!

Could you write about Mc going clubbing with Asmo and Mammon?

Or maybe if you're down to write something a bit more chill, slow dancing with Simeon after a draining day,, whatever inspires you more :)) Have a nice day!! <33

calm before the neon lights.

↳ asmodeus & mammon × gn!reader

↳ genre: fluff/crack | wordcount: 500+ | warnings: suggestive joke made towards mc (you know how asmodeus can be hfdfkjrdgjhdj), alcohol mentions, mentions of mammon's drunk-stripping habits, mammon implied to be hammered, general "making fun of mammon" tomfoolery, cursing

↳ notes: hi!! thank you for the request, i hope you have a nice day/night as well! so i opted for the first prompt, but i'm not sure how to write the clubbing scene properly (i'll probably practice it at some point, just not in a request), so i hope this will do hfdgkgdgj the relationships are ambiguous by default as well, so you know. hope you enjoy this either way

naturally, the only way to the fall at this time of night in the devildom was to sneak out. which was a bad idea.

but as asmodeus and mammon loved to put it, "ask for forgiveness, not permission" was their best bet with lucifer.

then again, their foolproof plan to acquire his forgiveness was to assault him with their sad puppy eyes. so maybe you were still in trouble, after all.

not that that deterred you in the slightest. a jolt of sweet exhilaration ran down your spine as you opened the window. cold night air caressed whatever skin was left exposed by the new outfit you bought for the occasion.

you sucked in a breath, then swung your leg over the ledge of your window. time to go.

the three of you agreed beforehand to go at separate times and separate exits. asmodeus and mammon should already be outside, hiding in the expanse of black trees that surrounded the house of lamentation.

you quickly scanned the windows for any watching eyes before scurrying into the trees.

you didn't need to look too hard for your escorts. thankfully, their hushed whisper-shouting match was just shout-y enough for you to pick up a little into the woods.

"lemme go dammit—"

"mammon, don't you dare! our cover!"

actually, it was a wonder you weren't already caught. you rolled your eyes fondly at white and pink hair poking out from the sides of the same narrow tree.

"guys?"

mammon jumped, nearly falling sideways when he turned to look at you. his eyes were wide behind his custom sunglasses.

"m....c..?"

asmodeus snickered as his brother's urgent voice melted into awe. but as he turned to look at you, his cheeks darkened a similar, flustered shade of red.

"oh, mc!" asmodeus exclaimed, completely dropping the whispered tone. he grabbed mammon (who was very much frozen, mouth agape) and shook him as he squealed. "you look gorgeous, darling! hell, i want to just grab you right now and eat you right—"

mammon quickly slapped his brother's arms off of him, cutting him off.

"ayayayayay, that's enough, asmo."

"what," asmo scoffed. "was i supposed to wait for you to quit gawking like you didn't wanna do the same thing? you were this close to drooling."

"i was not!"

"anyway!" he clapped his hands together, giggling as he met your amused expression. "let's go? maybe if you flash mammon another smile, he'll faint and we can go without him, what do you say?"

"oi, i can hear you, ya know!"

"so?"

you sighed, already anticipating the long night ahead of you. still, as asmodeus said, you couldn't keep the smile off your face as you turned to mammon.

"funny as that would be," (you caught the beginnings of a pout on mammon's lips.) "we can't leave mammon here."

"aw, boo."

"ha."

"on the condition that you don't get wasted and strip in public again." you grinned teasingly.

mammon's blush returned with a vengeance.

"i do not strip when i'm drunk!"

asmo grimaced. "he could do worse things, i guess."

asmo

MC

MC

MC

HELP

HE'S DOING THE WORSE THINGS

mammon

GUYS COME OVER I GOT IS AVVIP ROOM

lucifer

What's this about a room?

mammon

SHIT

I MEAN NOTHING

mc

huh 🤨 wonder what you're doing mammon?

asmo

Yeah 🤨🤨🤨

mammon

GEY

HEW

GRY

fuck you

lucifer

Ah. I see

I hope you have fun tonight. I can't say the same for tomorrow

That goes for all three of you

dividers from @clutteredfun

[eleni-cherie]

among thieves ✨ || bts • pjm

- chapter 1.5

"what even am I to you? your rival, your lover, an obstacle or am I supposed to be your coffin?"

about two thieves who can't live with nor without each other. and a joint past that comes back to threaten them.

© 2023 | eleni_cherie

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masterlist: here

— genre: thief au, gangster comedy, adventure, romcom, humour, angst, fluff, very flirty jimin, friends/rivals/exes to lovers (it's complicated, ok?!) f2l e2l ex2l all members play a role in this story!

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE. CHARACTERS NOT NECESSARILY LIKE THE REAL PERSONS. ALSO VERY UNREALISTIC PLOT LOL - JUST PRETEND READING A MANGA/COMIC OR WATCHING A FILM, REALLY.

SUGGESTIVE THEMES. MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE & BLOOD (BUT NOTHING TOO GRAPHIC, IT'S STILL A COMEDY!)

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5.6 miles over the atlantic ocean

"Are you sure it was a good idea to test this new substance on that thief?"

Kir glanced at her assistant for a brief second before her eyes narrowed outside to the blanket of clouds, folding her hands in front of her. She remained silent, pondering over his question when eventually her lips parted again. "It was risky, of course," she said then, "But be possesses the ability to steal anything in the world. With him on our side, what do we have to fear?" "As far as we know, he hasn't eliminated Valentine yet though." She hummed. "Do we know his location at this moment at least?" "Unfortunately, no. He was last seen on Rhodes with Valentine. After that we lost scent." Her glance returned to the white cotton-candy like structures outside the small window.

She'd expected him to lay law sooner or later if gaining conscious again considering his profession, he obviously knew how to keep a low profile. And since the substance was still in an experimental phase, its effect was bound to cease. However, she'd been prepared for that to happen and still had a plan b. "It's alright." The hint of a smirk tucking on her lips. "We can reactivate our suggestive treatment either way. No matter where in the world he's hiding at."

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It was a hot afternoon in Monaco. The mid-summer sun still high in the blue sky and bathing everything in warmth.

Arabella was faning herself with a fan she'd got herself from a street vandor. Frantically moving her wrist in hopes to get some kind of cooling effect when all it did was fanning warm air against her face. Not even her dramatically - others would say ridiculously - big white sunhat which she'd only brought because it matched her swimsuit and reminded her of old Hollywood divas, was enough to shield her from the scorching sun.

The hazel irises skimmed over the neatly planted palms along the pool at their hotel, hoping to see any waiter.

"I love summer but this is getting unbearable," she whined and set the fan down to take a sip from her cold mojito. The ice cubes swimming in the drink having almost melted. She pushed her eyeglasses up then, arching a brow at Jimin who was sitting beside her on the table by the pool. Browsing through a magazine while resting his feet on another chair. "When are we flying out by the way?" "Soon, love," he said absent-mindedly, too occupied observing a young woman coming out of the pool. His eyes growing wider under his sunglasses when seeing her white bikini, causing Arabella to huff loudly and snagging the magazine out of his grasp.

He jumped in his seat startled, looking at her with an innocent smile. He lowered his sunglasses even more then, wiggling his brows at her. "Don't worry, I only got eyes for you." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. Her freshly dyed light brown hair, matching his, swaying over her shoulder. "Just tell me when we'll leave. We know where the treasure is after all, so why wasting any more time?" "Well, first of all it's just an assumption," he corrected her, "And as I said, soon. The next two to three days. Remember we gotta move carefully."

She hmpf-ed, however, before she could counter anything more Yoongi appeared in front of them and dropped down on a free chair with an exhausting expression all over his face. If anyone was rankled by the clima it was him. "I hate it here, it's way too warm." "Don't be such a moody grandpa," Jimin joked, taking his feet from the seat. "It could be worse. At least everything's pretty and fancy. " "And expensive. And warm. Look -" He pointed at his raised forehead. "Sweat." "Maybe you wouldn't sweat so much if you'd wear a t-shirt instead of that longarmed sweater," Arabella mumbled sarcastically while stirring her drink. Yoongi only turned to Jimin, purposely dismissing her comment. "When are we leaving?"

The younger guy groaned, getting frustrared with them. They were literally at one of the most beautiful towns of the world with the crystal clear blue water of the mediterranean sea smiling at them from across the hotel fence and they were still complaining and moping around.

"God, you two are so impatient. Soon, okay? And it's not like Columbia is any less warm than Monaco."  "Yo, check this out!" Taehyung interrupted their quarrel when coming out of nowhere, holding a mini portable tv. "Isn't this cute? I got it for only fifty euros." Arabella perked up, reaching out to try push some bottoms like a curious child, making Taehyung instantly pull it away. "You'll break it!" he whined. "I won't!" "You will!" The two exchanged an intense glare, their childishness gaining attention from other guests, before Arabella eventually crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat with a sulky expression.

"It was a dumb buy anyway. Nowadays you don't need portable tv's after all. You got everything on your smartphone." "The old school way is often more charming though," he smirked and switched it on. "And besides, we can't use our phones right now. Remember?" Right. Last thing they wanted right now was getting tracked down in a tiny city-state like this.

The image was grainy so he began fumbling with the antenn, trying adjusting it until the image and audio were fine again. One of the local french tv channels appeared on the screen when Taehyung finally managed getting a signal. Commercials currently playing.

"Hm, maybe I'll find a music channel," he mumbled and zapped through the program. Another commercial break appearing. "Oh, I know this one," Yoongi chuckled then when a familiar melody of a candy ad started playing along with a group of children singing 'jimmy jimmy coco puff'. "It's getting played everywhere I go." "Oh, I've heard it this morning in the radio," Arabella noted, remembering passing by a stand when looking for a big sunhat. She averted her attention from thecommercial then, facing Jimin again. "But anyway, we should really consider leaving earlier in my opinion. Not just 'cause it's warm but it's saver to keep moving an-" She cut herself off, however, a frown settling on her features when noticing Jimin's completely blank expression and dull eyes. "Are you even listening?" He didn't seem to pay any attention to any of her words though as he suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back with a screechy noise on the tile-surface. "What's wrong?" He didn't reply to Taehyung's question either. Instead they watched him walking slowly towards the hotel while muttering incohensive words over and over again. And they exchanged a bewildered look.

"Jimin, hey!" Taehyung jogged up to him, grabbing his shoulders and stopping him from continuing any further. "What got into you?"

"What is he blabbing anyway?"

"I'm not sure, he mumbles. Can't understand anything"

Yoongi got up as well and walked up to them, waving his hand in front of Jimin's expressionless face. But the lack of reaction made his brows knit together. He leaned in then with narrowed eyes, trying deciphering his mumbling.

Jimin sounded like being in a completely different sphere from one moment to another. It was unexplainable and worrisome seeing him so out of his mind again. The only good thing was that thr situation seemed different, less dangerous than the one back in Cuba. For now at least. They still had to figure out what exactly was going on with him right now. Obverving the odd scene, a thought crossed Arabella mind as she tried making sense of his strange behaviour. She joined them with careful steps, hoping she didn't misinterpet the signs.

"Hey, Jimin. Look at me," she demanded quietly, grabbing his face between her hands. Even when facing her now, he still looked right through her. Only whispering the same words on loop, like chant. Louder this time, as if her presence had triggered something in him.

"Casablanca port, 3 on the 30th. Casablanca port, 3 on the 30th. Casablanca port, 3 on the 30th. Casablanca port, 3 on the 30th.."

"Casablanca port 3 on the 30th?" she repeated confused before eying the tv then. Musing for a moment before her head snapped towards the other two who had stepped back to give her space. "Yoongi, switch the thing off." The older guy quickly did as he was told, but Jimin remained in that peculiar state. "You know what's going on?" "Not sure," she whispered, staring intensely at her ex-boyfriend. His still seemed to be miles away but at least he'd stopped repeating the same words. "This commercial music might've triggered something. It's just a guess.. but they might've hypnotised him to react to certain sounds or words. We gotta make him snap out of it."

Both guys stared at her with wide eyes. "Damn, that actual works?" She nodded, her grip firmer, squishing Jimin's cheeks by now who didn't seem to mind or even to understand what was going on. She glanced at Taehyung then, who was still holding him back by the shoulders. "Let's push him into the pool." The tall guy blinked confused to her unexpected suggestion. "W-what?" "Do it. We got to resolve this before it gets worse. And the easiest way is by shock."

After exchanging an uncertain look they eventually nodded, agreeing with her logic, so they joined her in pushing the catatonic Jimin to the direction of the pool. As the only other guests around were seated further away, they'd most likely just see it as a prank among friends when they threw him inside the water, despite no protest coming from him.

And they watched him submerge fully with a big splash which wet them all, but Arabella's heart soon picked up in panic when he seemed to be still in trance and not making any move to swim up. She began doubting herself, fearing the method didn't work after all despite her memory from back in her years in the organisation and coming across such mind-altering ways they experimented with.

As she watched him sinking further to the ground, she didn't want to waste any more time. Tossing her hat away, she took a deep breath and jumped after him. Diving in and swimming towards him, seeing Jimin on the ground, hair floating in the water as air bubbles rose from his tranquil face. She had almost reached him when he opened his eyes. Grinning widely at her.

Arabella scowled startled and backed off when he began swimming towards her, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the surface with him. Water splasheing as their heads emerged, both grasping for air. And Jimin started laughing hysterically then while Arabella, who was still struggling for air, tried slapping him. "You -" However, he managed dodging her hand every time, pushing himself away from her. "My savior!" he squealed in admiration, putting a hand on his chest. "Jumping into the water to save me!" "You wished!" she yelled, splashing water on him with the flat palm of her hands, "I just didn't want to be responsible for your ass drawning like an idiot!" "Don't pretend," he smirked, before puckering his lips at her. "You did it cause you love me." "Iew." "So -" Yoongi interrupted them from the pool's edge where he and Taehyung had observed the scene with confused faces, already getting tired of their anew bickering, "You're back on earth?"

Jimin pushed back his wet hair before swimming towards his friends. "Guess so. Was I out of it?" "You were like a robot, not gonna lie. It was kinda odd," Taehyung said, holding his hand out for him to grab, "You started blabbing and tried walking away." Accepting his hand with a 'thank you' Jimin pulled himself out of the pool. His clothes were drenched, water dropping down and creating little puddles around him on the tiles. He fisted the wet fabric, squashing it as he arched a brow at him. "What was I blabbing?" "Something about Casablanca," Yoongi replied, going back to his previous seat. "Casablanca port, 3 on the 30th, to be precise," Arabella retorted from the pool. Avoiding looking at him as she was still upset about Jimin messing with her for the thousandth time. "I assume 'they' want to meet you at Casablanca's port at the 30th. Which is in two days." "We'll figure out what the '3' stands for, I guess," Taehyung sighed. "Do we have to go though?" Yoongi frowned, propping his cheek on his fist, "It's not like we got more important plans to do.. and this smells like a trap." "True, but they might not know that I'm no longer under their influence yet," Jimin thought out loud with a concerned look, "Not appearing would alarm them and they'd surely hunt us down then." Yoongi hummed, still not pleased but understanding. "You guys don't have to tag along though, I can handle those guys alone." "You mean like last time?" Jimin snorted, not able to deny Yoongi's remark with the sarcastic undertone. "Last time was a surprise attack. Now I'd be prepared." "Stop trying to play the hero," Taehyung said annoyed, flicking a finger on his forehead to which Jimin flinched. Rubbing the spot with his hand. "We're a team. We ain't letting you go alone to meet them." Jimin was about to protest, when realising it'd be useless. So he eventually nodded. Thankful for his friends' support. "And besides," Taehyung grinned then, "I've always wanted to visit the city one of my fave films plays in." "It's settled then." Yoongi got up, gesturing to the hotel. "I'll head to the restaurant now. You guys can join. Or not." And with that he waved at them and left in the direction of the restaurant on the other side of the building. Taehyung contemplated for a moment, resting a hand on his belly before nodding and yelling for him to wait.

Jimin was about to follow them when he recalled something more important than food and he glanced over his shoulder, seeing Arabella absent-mindedly swimming laps in the almost empty pool.

She paused at the small green island in the middle of it then, her arms folding over the tiles as she rested her head on them. Her waves that normally coverd her shoulder blades were now swaying in the water behind her. With the sun slowly setting behind the mountains surrounding the city and the switched on pool lights, she looked like a lonely mermaid in the middle of a glowing bay.

He dragged a breath, knowing that calling for her would be pointless. She was ignoring him.

He walked along the curved pool to the closest point to the island he could before looking around. The last guests were also about to leave, gathering their belongings. So he waited until they headed to the direction his friends had disappeared to and got back into the water then. Swimming towards her. Arabella's eyes shot open when sensing his presence. Seeing him approaching, her head quickly turned to the other side as she wasn't in the mood for any more teasing. "Aw c'mon, Bella-baby. Please, don't be mad at me. You know I can't take it if you ignore me like this." She remained silent though, holding herself back from pouting like a child when the sudden touch of his hand on her arm made her freeze.

She pushed herself off the island and started swimming away, not coming far though as his arms looped around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. "I'm sorry for teasing you again," he mumbled against her shoulder after planting a kiss on it. "I fear I went too far this time." "You think.." she plainly said. Trying her best not to show how much the close proximity was affecting her. A tingling sensation spreading over her skin. "Mhm, I know," he said then, planting another kiss on her nape, knowing exactly it was her weak spot. 

No, she had to stay persistent, she reminded herself. Although she could feel her body relaxing more and more in his arms.

"I'll stop teasing you. I promise." "Why should I take a thief's word for it?" "Because, love, you're a thief yourself," he smirked against her skin, "But you're right. I enjoy teasing you too much. I'll stop, however, taking it too far like today. That I can promise you for sure." Arabella remained silent, musing ver his words.

She knew when he was lying or not. She was similar good in reading micro-expressions or sensing insencerity in someone's words as him, but in this case she didn't even need to be. When it came to Jimin it was rather intuition and he sounded genuine, as he usually did when talking to her.

So she took a deep breath and turned around in his arms. Her gaze was still avoiding his, resting at the non-existent space between their bodies instead and on the tattoo on his rips that was peeking through the now see-through white shirt. Wondering how many people in the world knew about its meaning beside her.

"I guess.." She hesitated a little, sighing then. "I guess compared to what I've pulled in the past that was still quite lightly.." "Hm, yeah.. but you know I've never minded your stunts," he smiled, seeing her eyes wandering up to him. It was ridiculous considering everything between them, but right in this moment in his arms, she felt flustered She laughed under her breath then, trying getting a hold of herself. "You're that badly wrapped around my finger, huh?" She expected him to react with humour or annoyance to her witty remark, however, much to her surprise he remained silent. Only smiling softly at her while holding her inquiring gaze. "Thought it was obvious." 

He brushed a strand from her face then and she felt her cheeks flushing. Feeling embarrassed about herself, she wasn't used to being so bashful and not faking it to deceive someone.

"But perhaps I never cared 'cause I never took it personal," he continued then, "I knew it was part of the job. And part of how you were.. trained. 'Never trust anyone. Always look for your benefit.' Right?"

A lump formed in Arabella's throat when getting reminded of what could be considered the slogan of her childhood. She swallowed hard and looked away. Blinking away the tears that suddenly welled up in her eyes. He did it again. He saw right through her, hitting a nerve. Although it was more than just his usual skills of analysing people. He didn't analyse her, he never did. At least not like he did opponents or antagonists. No, he never tried gaining information he could use against her like with others.

He simply understood her. There was a difference. And this difference was what had made her see him in a different light many years back, despite her upbringings.

"I do trust you, Jimin. I hope you know that."

Her hands left the warm water, gliding over his arms and the small tattoo on the left one, over to his shoulders and neck. Drawing his face closer as her fingers disappeared in his wet hair.  He didn't say a word. Didn't reply to her words. Didn't say if he trusted her or not. He simply pressed his lips on hers. His own arms tightening around her, pulling her even closer.

And he hoped it would be enough to convey his answer as their lips moved slowly, molding into each other effortlessly and lightly, like dancing in the water. He got lost in her touch, deepening the kiss more until a feeling of suffocating overtook him from the intoxication of her taste. He abruptly pulled back, catching his breath. His eyes falling down at her swollen pink lips then. The sense of her chest pressing against his returned and he rested his forehead against hers. "Bella-baby, we should leave," he breathed against her flushed skin, a shy grin playing on his lips, "or I fear I won't be able keeping myself from taking you right here and now. In the middle of a public pool." 

Arabella, feeling a dizzy and light-headed from the kiss herself, blinked her eyes open. Her eyelashes brushing against his warm cheek. She processed his words and looked around, remembering where exactly they were. And her eyes widened, instantly pushing him away then and freeing herself from his grip.

Jimin's laugh became louder when seeing her blush in embarrassment.

"Shut up!" she whined and began swimming away as fast as she could. Reaching the edge and pulling herself out while he was trailing behind her, still laughing amused. "I swear, if you tell anyone -"

"Oh no, never." He got out of the water himself and stood in front of her. Caging her chin between his fingers, he brought their faces close again. Ignoring the puddles forming around them. "This will be added to my happy little memories whenever I feel lonely." She groaned annoyed, but an anew peck on her lips cut her off. And he giggled before his fingers slipped away and he left her standing there dumbfounded.

She shook her head.

She loved him. She hated him. She thought he was stupid. She thought he was an idiot. She thought he was charming. She thought he was wonderful. She wanted to be with him. She didn't want to be with him. She'd never date him, again. She got annoyed by him. She loved him..

Thinking about it now she realised this madness had most likely started the moment they'd met, back in the ruins of the old cathedral somewhere in south France.

And she was certain she'd never get cured of it.

She smiled then.

It wasn't like she wanted to get cured of it anyway.

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[emeritus-fuckers]

Match-up event - Jez

(Nyx and I decided to match each other up for lols)

Let's go. I'm twenty, agender (afab), somewhere between bi and pansexual, poly and somewhere under the aromantic umbrella. Don't mind any pronouns in particular. I want one match-up with a human and one with a ghoul (let's see how you handle it babes). I study writing, might pick up a second major in journalism, dunno yet. Theistic satanist. Monsterfucker. Mask kink af.

I'm 164 centimeters tall (I'm not looking it up in feet). I've got a soft tummy and pretty good ass (lmao). You know how I look like, though I am planning to dye my hair blue.

They're not done yet, but I wanna include this anyway: tattoos. I'm not including any that could guide you to a potential result :p

Little cartoon seal on my right arm (for my sister)

Little cartoon panda on my right arm (for my brother)

Spider-Punk emblem on my left shoulder

666 under my left collar bone

A little plague doctor on my right arm

Also planning to get a shit ton of piercings all over my body. (Not just face and ears if you know what i mean), but that's for later. I like getting my nails done, usually to colors are symbolic or just a reference to something.

I usually wear skinny jeans and hoodies with some weird print. I love oversized hoodies, they are like my main source of comfort. I have chains attached to my pants, and I love wearing too many necklaces. I usually have ghearrings (the ghost crosses) in my ears and another one on a chain around my neck. Also wearing a Baphomet (like the goat head in a pentagram) necklace, a pride heart one, a matching besties necklace with Vic and occasionally a choker. I do occasionally do all out, wearing a white dress shirt, black skinny jeans, a leather jacket and the listed jewelry with my favorite rainbow sneakers and round sunglasses. With lots of rings, mostly something skull/plant/occult themed. Always silverish color, never gold. I don't like gold.

Outside from Ghost, I mostly listen to rock and different kinds of metal. And FNaF songs.

I was a Creepypasta kid. Aside from Polish and English I speak some German and bits of Italian, but very little. I can read most arabic letters (as in I know what sounds they make).

I have lots of different posters on my walls and I have stickers on my furniture because I grew up too fast and I'm catching up on my childhood now. I've got mental issues, including but not limited to autism, ADHD, depression, anxiety, mommy issues and daddy issues. I like calling them my pokemon.

I like writing (though I barely have time for that) and re-watching Total Drama (watched it 8 times just this year) since it manages to keep my attention, something most movies fail to do, which is why I barely watch anything. I get bored very easily. I play the Sims 4 a lot, but I can't build in it for the life of me. I'm amazing at building in the Sims 3. Big fan of Assassin's Creed (I don't like the new ones, though, since it doesn't feel like AC anymore to me). I own many true crime and paranormal activity books, though I can barely read at this point. I like manga, though. Currently collecting the Soul Eater series. I love plushies. I got a new one today. Their name is Pyza. (Yes, they're enby, I even got them a pin)

I know way more about butterflies than I should. I know lots of useless trivia in general. Most of it disturbing. I'm tired 24/7, but my body either wakes up before 7AM or after 6 hours exactly and it's impossible for me to fall asleep again. My room is usually a mess, but that's okay, so am I.

I'm a total introvert, but I'm also so tired with life I forced myself to become the extrovert of the group. I'm really loud if I like people, although my affection is usually random touches on someone's arms and shoulders with a strange noise. I make noises. A lot.

For some reason, babies love me. Even though I personally dislike children. I love pets, though. All sorts of pets. Cats, dogs, snakes, spiders... Anything. If I can pet it, I want to pet it. I love moths from the attacus family, I mean just look at this gorgeous girl!

As for my personality, aside from daily mental breakdowns, I'm relatively chill, just... Very unhinged. I talked about Secondo's dick piercings in McDonald's. Compared to the shit I say, Terzo's an angel.

I think that's all. Have fun babes <3 - Jez

[brooklynislandgirl]

YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY. [original meme from @treasurechestrpmemes​.]

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their every day life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

The Nurse Shark || Beth Riley

I. Phone ~ Perpetually at 6-15% battery yet never actually runs out of power. She has the standard apps on it, plus ones she uses for work reference: NDR, PDR, CCN, Epocrates Essentials, Medscape, Pedi-Stat, and so on. Beth does have an Instagram account but rarely uses it. She also has a YouTube channel where she doles out advice on occasion. She isn't fond of social media. She does, however, enjoy having portable music. Her Hanai-Sister Jay is her ICE contact, and the first number on speed dial. The next 7 numbers are various take out places with delivery options.

II. Bone athame ~ This is probably Beth's most important item, one she never forgoes. Over eight inches in length, carved with sigils and symbols of her craft, this is her most unique foci, and also her most personal as it is made from her own bone, stained with her own blood. It was created during her initiation into her tradition with all the seriousness one can imagine. The ordeal was gruelling and is not something she really talks about. Typically if someone sees it, either their circumstances are dire or they've made a very final mistake. If Beth can't wear it openly or tuck it into her bag, she does have a space for it that isn't for the squeamish. Best not to ask questions.

III. A full advanced trauma and surgical kit ~ literally everything she would need to preform surgery in the most inconvenient place possible. And while the kit might actually weigh a full third or so of her body weight, there's still a coincidental effect overhanging it. She received it as a gift from her Hanai-Sister. Beth keeps everything fully stocked with fresh supplies.

IV. Leatherman Raptor ~ Sometimes you need the right tool and quickly. Can't waste time searching through your bag. Which is where the raptor comes in handy for Beth. The multi-tool combines stainless steel folding medical shears, a strap cutter, a ring cutter, a ruler, an oxygen tank wrench, and a carbide glass breaker, for mobile/crash emergencies. V. Her brother's zippo/matches ~ For reasons, sometimes a girl needs fire. VI. Coffee ~ Not exactly carried in her bag, Beth typically is never seen out of her house without roughly 30 ounces of Kona coffee, often time a quad shot vanilla coconut milk or soy latte.

VII. Snacks ~ nuts, seeds, granola, shelf-stable applesauce or pudding, maybe pop-tarts or whatever small and quick thing she can get her hands on. Great for a quick boost to one's blood sugar, and often time the only meal she can manage to get in a typical day.

VIII. Burt's Bees Lip Balm ~ Beth keeps two tubes of it with her all the times, a coconut & pear clear balm, and a tinted lip balm usually hibiscus or red dahlia shares.

IX. A novel or two ~ whatever book Beth is reading at the time. She prefers actual books with pages. She has no preference between paper or hard back.

X. A spare pair of slippahs ~ You never know when you're going to have a flip-flop incident, so it's better to be prepared just in case.

XI. A few travel sized toiletries ~ clean pair of underwear {or bikini bottoms}, toothbrush and paste, hair brush, deodorant. Shampoo and conditioner, moisturiser, soap, lotion, her favourite essential oil perfume, dental floss. XII. Wallet ~ ID, credit cards, debit card, somewhere in the neighbourhood of one hundred dollars in various paper money, half used subway passes, upwards of four half used loyalty cards for Jay's coffee shop, spare car key, spare house key. And three non-slip, tangle free hair elastics {rubber bands}. XIV. Almost comically oversized sunglasses ~ {which can, if need be, slip over her regular reading glasses. Beth does not like contacts. XV. Her work keys/hospital credentials. Because she works. And stuff.

tagged by: the ever lovely Bun who pretends to be in charge of @hxllblazer tagging: Heave-ho, all together {but particularly @kylo-wrecked and @nightmarefuele}

[triforceangel13]

Sing Me A Melody Ch. 1 (A BakuDeku Omegaverse Au)

Chapter 1: Lyrics

Friends were always there for you. Friends were there to help you out. And when you made a band with them it was even better.

You got to make music together, travel the world, and create memories.

But there were times that friends even messed up.

And boy did one of them mess up.

“Dunce face I can't believe you said that! You know that we don't have anything right now,” Katsuki growled into his cell phone. “Now I have to come up with a new song before each show? Are you insane?!”

“I didn't know what to say man, they put me on the spot!” Kaminari cried out into the phone, wincing when Katsuki growled on his end.

“Bull! You were just talking out of your-”

“We get your pissed man but you're causing a scene,” Kirishima said next to him. Katsuki growled again and looked around him, tugging the brim of his baseball cap lower onto his head.

Normally he wouldn't care. He needed to scream his bassit's ear off right now. But they were in public and he didn't need to be dealing with any potential fans right now.

And with Kirishima tagging along he didn't want to drag him into that either.

“When I get back you better run,” Katsuki growled, hanging up his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Kirishima sighed, opening the door to the coffee shop they had stopped at, ignoring the stares at them as they stepped inside for making such a scene.

“Relax Bakubro,” Kirishima sighed. “We have a few weeks before the next show. I'm sure you'll come up with something by then.”

“That's the problem,” Katsuki grumbled as he got in line with Kirishima. “I haven't been able to write anything for weeks. I'm stuck. From the tour and the...other stuff, it's been hard to get anyting done. Now I've got this on my shoulders.”

“Got faith in you man” Kirishima stated as he got up to the counter. An omega with green hair that matched his eyes peered up at them. His freckles dotted his cheeks like stars in the sky at night. If it wasn't for the garbage going on in Katsuki's life he would have asked him on a date or something. He was just his type.

But he wouldn't dare drag him into the garbage pile that his life had become.

“Hi there. What can I get you guys?” the green haired guy asked, pushing away the notebook that he had next to him.

“I'll have just a latte. What do you want man? My treat,” he said. The blonde rolled his eyes and he sighed, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

“Black coffee, light sweet, with light cream,” he stated.

The omega nodded his head and Katsuki's eyes looked over him again from behind his sunglasses. Too bad he had sworn off relationships after the last one. That had ended in fire and responsibility had taken a hold of him by his throat.

“Coming right up. I'll have those cups out there for you guys in just a moment,” the omega said, taking Kirishima's card to swipe and handed it back.

The two stepped down the counter, looking up at the tv that was playing the local news channel.

“How many days do you get with her this time?” Kirishima asked. “Looks like she doesn't like to bring her to different cities even around your home town.”

“She said maybe three days,” Katsuki sighed. “After that I don't know. I hate this. I pay child support all the time and I barely get to see her. I know I gave up on custody but I thought that's what was for the best, you know? A kid never having a real home...”

It made him sad as well. He didn't have a home anymore. Sure he had a condo that he owned but it was also that he was more or less always on tour with their music.

“Let me help then?” Kirishima suggested. “Maybe two eyes on your work will help it more and give you more ideas.”

Katsuki sighed.

“I guess,” he said, pulling the small notebook out of his pocket, setting it on the counter and leaned over it a bit. He pulled open a page to what he had been working on recently.

The two fell into conversation with one another, bumping words off one another of what sounded right and what should be reworked.

Though however they didn't notice the crowd that had started to form within the little cafe. Fans that recognized them from Katsuki's outburst before.

“Here's your drinks, oh my...” came the omega's voice at the sheer amount of people that was in the cafe at the moment.

Katsuki lifted his head as the omega set the cups down, his small notebook that was clutched in his hand being rest on the counter as well.

Katsuki cursed softly at the crowd and nudged Kirishima who was next to him. The redhead lifted his head.

“Oh no..” he sighed.

“It's Dynamight and Red Riot of Hero Works!” one girl called out, the other fans eagerly grinning as they started to come closer to the duo.

“We gotta go,” Katsuki said, turning to grab his notebook and ended up knocking over one of the cups of coffee.

Another curse passed his mouth as he reached for the napkins to clean it up. Kirishima grabbed the other cup and grabbed his arm.

“There's no time,” he said to him.

“I'm not just going to leave this,” Katsuki snapped at him.

“It's alright, I've got it,” the omega said to him. “It's okay, really.”

Katsuki felt guilt brew in his stomach but he grabbed his notebook and then was off, calling an apology over his shoulder to the omega as they pushed through the crowd.

The crowd followed the two of them out and the omega sighed.

“What's going on?” A brown haired beta asked. “Izuku are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Izuku said. “I'm alright Ochacho.”

He looked at where the alphas had run off to, wiping up the coffee and let out a small sigh. He had never expected to meet Dynamight, the lead singer of one of his favorite bands.

And to think he was nicer than he portrayed himself on stage.

Most people would just take off. While Katsuki had, he had apologized and had wanted to help him clean up as well.

But Izuku understood. For his safety he had to leave.

“Maybe we should have asked them to stay,” his coworker joked with a small laugh. “That could have brought in a lot of business.”

“Yeah...” Izuku said with a slightly dreamy sigh, tossing the wet napkins and looked at where the crowd had gone. “It sure would have.”

None of his friends were going to believe him that he had met the man he had a crush on for literal years since finding his music.

And he hadn't even gotten a picture of him.

*

“You should have taken one of the security guards with you,” Sero scolded, their manager of their band. “You two were lucky nothing happened to you than a coffee spill.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grumbled and sighed, running his hand through his blonde spikes as he tugged off his hat in the hotel elevator.

“It's all over the news that you two were spotted out in the open,” Sero sighed. “Now people know we're in the city.”

“Good publicity?” Kirishima asked with a weak grin.

“I suppose, but you would two stop going around without a guard of some kind? I need to protect you both.”

“For you paycheck?” Katsuki snorted.

Sero rolled his eyes and threw a letter at his head. “No. We've been friends since we were in high school, so I care about my friends.”

“I know, just busting ya,” Katsuki stated and picked up the letter, letting out a sigh when he saw what it was. Another letter giving him the bill for his child support.

“Just relax tonight,” Kirishima offered, seeing the letter. “Worry about that garbage tommorrow.”

“I know,” Katsuki said with a sigh, stepping off the elevator at his floor to go to his suite. “Going to go crash.”

Well that wasn't his intention.

He had head inside, took a shower, made some ramen, and then sat down at the table with his guitar to start thinking of some lyrics.

But once he had opened his notebook he realized this was indeed not his notebook.

“What the...” he mumbled, flipping through the pages. Pages upon pages of song lyrics and poems, ranging from different things and different emotions.

The realization dawned on him. This was certainly not his notebook. This was the notebook that belonged that omega at the coffee shop.

Which meant he had to have his.

He checked his watch. Certainly that coffee shop was closed which meant there was no way he was going to get that back any time soon.

Hopefully he wasn't a fan and he wouldn't end up selling that online.

He let out a heavy sigh, resting his head on his hands and stared down at the notebook in front of him. He had to try to get that back.

And get this notebook back into hands of that cute omega.

He grabbed the edge of the notebook, ready to close it when his eyes scanned over the lyrics of the song he had opened to.

And then he read more. And more.

“This is really good...” Katsuki mumbled. This wasn't a song that existed certainly, and it held so much emotion in it.

He plucked a string on his guitar.

He could work with this. He could morph this into something that could work for them, give them a chance at their upcoming concert.

As he worked with it, jotting down notes on a seperate piece of paper and strumming on his guitar to pick the melody, he couldn't help but get sucked in.

This was wrong. Very wrong. This wasn't his work. This belonged to someone else. But he was desperate. Kaminari had put them in a situation that he wouldn't be able to get his way out of without some backlash.

And after one of Katsuki's latest moments of being rude to fans they really couldn't afford to have any set backs and more backlash.

“I'll make it up to him. I'll pay him. I'll do whatever it takes,” Katsuki sighed, scribbling another note down.

He would certainly thank this omega for saving him.

*

Izuku settled in on his couch that evening with his notebook on his lap, ready to write another song in there that would never see the light of day.

But to his surprise the usual words that he had written were no longer there and instead someone else's work stared back at him.

Most of it was things he recognized but others were things that he had never seen before.

“Oh my...” Izuku mumbled, fingers hovering over his mouth.

This was Dynamight's song lyric notebook. Which meant the singer had his.

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[sweetnsour1]

5:42

Fluff, Gojo x female reader

His white hair tickled your face as he moved closer. His mouth hovered so close to your own. Your lips parted and your eyes drifted down to his smile. You pressed a hand to his chest, scratching lightly with your nails before pushing him back.

"I-I can't?" He stepped back and bent forward from his hips, matching your eye-line with his own.

“You don’t seem so sure, beautiful.” Your brows tensed and you met the reflection of yourself in his sunglasses.

"I can't." He cocked his head to the side and leaned back as a laugh escaped his lips.

"Because your boyfriend?" You nodded at the word he drenched with sarcasm.

Gojo replied with an angry roll of his eyes. They'd never gotten along. Then again you hadn't really gotten along with your boyfriend that well either. You weren't really sure how you had both let it go on for this long. When Gojo's eyes fell back to you, you continued, "I don’t do breakups over the phone and he’s not back from his trip until tomorrow.”

“Hmmm, I see.” You took a step back when that grin of his showed up. The one that usually meant trouble for whoever it was directed at. His long legs had no trouble closing the distance you had tried to create. Your breath caught when you felt his fingers on your chin, raising your face to meet his. You blushed when he was the one who stopped you from moving closer. He pouted, you couldn't tear your eyes away from those lips. “Nothing I can do to change your mind?”

You frowned and shut your eyes tightly, which was really the only way you could think to control yourself. You shook your head, and he chuckled.

“Good girl.” His lips brushed against your forehead, but when your eyes flew open he was already out of your reach, leaning against the doorway. “Find me when you’re single, beautiful. We can finish this then.” He pressed a finger to his lips. “Or I guess it’d be better to say we can start this then.”

You slumped back into your chair when he finally slid into the hallway. Your hands ran down your face before you let your head fall to the cool surface of your desk. You had a faint sense of pride that not even Gojo could make your morals crumble, but-

"Fuck, that was close."

I’ve been neglecting my JJK men 🖤 I’ll try to get some others done this week.

Masterlist

[multifandoms27-blog]

Yuji Itadori Relationship HC's

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Content: Yuji Itadori x gn!Reader hcs!

Warnings: Gojo lol

Notes: I am so in love with this boy omfg. Also, Yuji is aged up to 18+ here.

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YOU SCORED THE PUPPY BOY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Would do literally anything for you, on GOD

Thinks you're the best at everything. Even if you aren't, he is your boyfriend and therefore your HYPEMAN

Will probably rope Nobara to root for you, too. Congratulations, now you have TWO puppies rooting for you

Yuji also really loves PDA, but will be understanding if you don't how fucking dare you make him upset I will fight you

He really really really loves giving you kisses, and if you don't like PDA, he'll literally drag you anywhere private just to give you some smooches

"Whaaaaat, (Y/n)-chan? No one can see us!" :(

Will beg you to hold his hand though, if you don't like PDA. If you do, he'll just grab it and not let go

He also doesn't realize how hard he's squeezing your hand

He's very smothering, and if you asked for space he'd give it to you, but he'd miss you very much (SMOTHER ME YUJI)

He likes to poke and pinch your cheeks, then giggle about how cute you look

Absolutely wants to cuddle at any given moment, he loves being big spoon or just holding you in general

Makes him feel all big and tough like Todo when he does 😤

If you guys end up fighting, he's just gonna start crying for the duration of the fight (even as he's arguing with you) and after

When you forgive him or apologize (or both) he'll go "so...you don't hate me anymore?" with the biggest puppy dog eyes

YUJI 😭😭😭

Sorry. Anyway-

Sukuna will definitely interrupt any kind of date or cuddle session you two have, just to be an ass

Although if it's a major moment for you two, he's on the edge of his fucking seat watching you two like its a soap opera

Sukuna is 100% your biggest shipper. He will fight Nobara and Gojo on this.

SPEAKING OF THAT ALBINO HAIRED BASTARD

He would 100% give Yuji shitty playboy advice on how to confess his feelings before y'all began dating. It wasn't until Megumi gave him advice that he actually started to get somewhere with you

Loves taking selfies with you and posting about you on social media. Definitely the type of boyfriend to either have matching pfp's with you, or his pfp IS you. He also has your username/name in his bio with a shit ton of hearts

Is always inviting you to his dorm to watch moves and cuddle. Gojo thinks y'all are hooking up, but Yuji insists that you aren't

Nanami is able to give Yuji good advice after the relationship starts. Yuji starts to go to Nanami for advice after any fights or if he gets jealous

Nanami is always able to calm the poor boy down, get the whole story, and gives good advice along with helping him with the proper time to act out said advice

nanami is so hot. expect hc's of him next.

SORRY. Anyways-

Speaking of being jealous, I don't think Yuji is a really jealous person, but I don't think he isn't jealous either

Like, if you pass up one too many cuddle nights to hang out with someone else, he's gonna start getting upset whenever he sees you with said person, and posting about said person

However, thanks to Nanami, he understands that you have friends and can't spend all your time with him. As much as he'd love it if you did :(

When he finally gets you alone, he'll tell you how he feels. Nanami is 100% outside the door for moral support. Then you feel bad and embrace Yuji, apologizing to him and kissing him, he'll sneakily give Nanami a thumbs up, which the older man returns

Gojo definitely gets jealous that Yuji asks Nanami for advice.

"Nanami~!" Gojo skipped into the room. "Where were you earlier? I was calling you."

"Yuji needed my advice."

"Hah? On what?" Gojo peered at him over the top of his sunglasses.

"His relationship with (Y/n)." Nanami straightened his tie, looking into a nearby window. "Yuji wanted to know what to do for his anniversary with her."

"What?! He didn't even ask me!"

"Shocker." Nanami spoke in a monotone voice. "Listen, Gojo. Don't you dare try interrupting what he has planned. It's a special night for them."

"But-"

"I will personally chain you up."

"Ooh kinky, Nanami-san~." Gojo grinned.

"Shut up." Nanami groaned.

[itjazzbicch]

Champion Versus Champion

Pairing: Bron Breakker x Fem Reader

Summary: The reader is the best NXT womens champion and she is cocky about it, interrupting Bron and Cameron Grimes, shutting them both down with words and when she hears backstage that Bron’s upset, she confronts him and “fight” over who’s the better champion…

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)(Swearing, degradation, oral M receiving, masturbation, fingering, foreplay, rough sex, choking, unprotected sex)

(First time writing for Bron and wanted it to be KINKY so I hope I did good!)

Requested by: No One (But I hope you all enjoy it!)

Word Count: 1.9k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:

"Alright, alright, stop. Please!"

Bron and Cameron were surprised to see me making my way out to the ring, fixing my sunglasses down, strutting in heels to the ring, making sure my NXT women's championship shined brightly.

"You two literally make me cringe," I shook while getting in the ring, "And I really love to burst your bubbles, but you want to know why people watch NXT?"

Unstrapping my title, I raised up high, smiling:

"ME!"

I was the longest women's NXT champion now, the best champion on the roster, and I wasn't afraid to speak my mind.

"Who in the hell do you think-" Bron spoke, just for me to bud in:

“I am Y/N! YOUR NXT women's champion!"

I walked right up to him, putting the title in his face, shooting:

"You may be the men's NXT champ but let's face it. This show is MINE! I'm the one who puts asses in seats, makes the ratings, and puts on the five-star matches. You're only here because of your daddy!"

It looked like he wanted to tear me a part, but I had a smile on my face the whole time, only adding to the burn:

"You never had to work as hard as me in this industry and you standing here and taking it proves every word I just said, is the truth! Now, get your fruit loop looking ass out of my ring. The REAL champ has business to take care of." I made sure Cameron wasn't left out either, jabbing at him, "You too, jobber! You're nowhere near my level. Get the hell out."

They did what was best, getting out of the ring no matter how much it pained them, taking the time I had to address the women's division and when each one of them came out, surrounding the ring, I burned them with the truth just as bad, to the point where I walked out untouched, strutting my ass and showing off my title as the top wrestler in NXT.

"Woo, would I hate to be you right now," I heard a snicker in the back when I got to the back, turning to see Sikoa in the corner, "Bron's going to get a girl after you or something after that."

That thought made me laugh, looking to him, "Yeah who? Because I'm undefeated and just addressed every bitch in this place and not one of em stepped up."

He had nothing to say to that, flipping my hair and heading to the locker rooms, all eyes were on me and in the hall, I heard Bron's voice:

"When you see that bitch, tell her to come here!"

"Who are you calling a bitch?!" I said quickly, storming my way over to his locker room, saying to the crew member, "You're no longer relevant."

I went right into the locker room with intentions of putting him in his place, AGAIN, but when I slammed the locker room door shut, I turned to see him in nothing but a towel, still wet from his shower.

Why was I frozen?

"I was talking about you!" He snapped, still pissed off, "I won't even lie to you, you are a good wrestler! You are a good champ! But you need to watch your mouth!"

"Let me tell you something baby boy," I stepped up, "If you can't handle some criticism, you'll never be champ for long, a wrestler for long as a matter of fact. I could've said worse if we're being honest."

"Oh, I can handle it, but you're a special case. You have more ego than you do brains," He huffed, watching his chest heave, big and broad, water droplets running down it, "Now, here you are, not even listening to me."

I was zoned out, not able to keep my eyes off his body, saying without thinking:

"I like you more when you just stand there and look pretty."

"Excuse me?" He laughed softly, then got serious, having me against the wall, towering over me with another pissed off look, "I could say the same to you, but guess what? You pissed me off and that's the last thing you should do to me. I'm NXT champion for a reason and you can find out."

"Champion versus champion?" I giggled softly, wiping his chest that was steaming hot, looking up into his eyes, "I'm undefeated. So, good luck with that."

I never knew how fast he truly was till he snatched away my sunglasses in a flash, hand able to take my whole throat, growling with a kiss:

"That streak's going to end and when I'm done, you're going to stop being such a bitch."

I loved that he thought calling me a bitch would get under my skin, having him squeeze my throat harder and blocking air when I whispered:

"You can never change a bad bitch."

"That right?" He already noticed that I was checking him out, which was a weakness that he had advantage of, throwing off his towel and laughing at how quickly my eyes shot up open to observe.

And God, that body almost turned me into his biggest fan, big from head to toe and with that bit of water still on him? It almost had me drooling.

"Oh, you like what you see?" He looked down along with me, his grip so tight that I grew a little lightheaded, "What happened to me looking like fruit loops?"

"Shut up before I suck your soul out through your dick," I smiled, breathing when he loosened up:

"With that big ass ego, I already know you think you're the shit. You'll suck my soul out? Try it."

He let me go with a slight push and without any words, I dropped straight to my knees, accepting the challenge and smiling up to him:

"Going to give you the match of your life."

I was always a showoff, kissing the tip softly before taking it in, bobbing my head and deep throating his cock in one go, and one go was all he needed to feel.

My back smack the door with a hard thrust of his hips, pushing his cock even further down my throat, taking a tight handful of my hair and pulling softly.

"Took that like a slut," He looked down at me, smirking and kept thrusting, growing faster but had to watch me smile and bob my head right along still, even with a sore throat, taking a handful of his balls too with saliva all down my chin.

He wasn't winning just yet; I managed to hold him still, sucking harder and moving faster, making sure I still he was throat deep, then tapped his ass to let him fuck my throat some more.

"Better watch it," He swatted my hand away, gripping my hair with both hands and fucking my throat till I couldn't breathe anymore, coming to slow stop when he saw that I was a bit dazed.

"I'll admit," I breathed deep, wiping my chin, "You know how to work it."

He just smirked confidently, flexing and showing how he was rock solid in every part of his body from his arms to abs to his legs, and when he looked down, between my skirt, he observed:

"Can't even wear panties?"

"What?" I shrugged, placing my hands between my thighs, "Not like anyone's seeing or getting it."

That made him cock his eyebrow and I decided to tease him more, rubbing myself knowing he couldn't see, laughing:

"Besides, no one here could get me off anyway."

Making him mad and working him up was the funniest thing to me, moving my hand faster as he watched, letting him see as I pulled my skirt up, spreading my knees further, rubbing my clit fast and looking up:

"Think you can, hm?"

When my fingers dipped down, fingering myself softly, he was so close to snapping and before I could get out another word, he took my other hand, standing me up against the door, fingering me with two already, having me squirm at the sudden stretch, growling:

"I know I can."

"I let you have your fun," I looked with puppy dog eyes, grinding down into his hand, and stroking his cock at the same time, "I say I deserve a little treat and you're still ready to go."

"Always ready to go," He stopped everything he was doing, picking me up in one arm and going to the table, shoving everything off it and throwing me on my stomach, spreading my legs, "Come on, I know you're flexible."

"Someone pays close attention to my matches," I smiled back, fixing myself into a split and watching him positioning himself, smacking the table hard.

"Can't take it?" He had the laugh when I turned, not letting him see my face after pushing all his cock in.

He was a lot to take, so worked up and his girth really gave me a stretch, gripping onto the edge of the table as he smacked his hips into my ass hard, about putting his cock in my stomach.

"The bitch finally stopped yapping," He laughed, smacking my ass and going off, thinking he had me, but I turned my head, snapping:

"You still gotta get me off, baby boy. So, don't think I'm down just yet."

"Then why are you so quiet?" He brought up, leaning to hold me by the throat again, growing rougher with his whispers, "Because my dick's good and you don't want to admit it?"

It felt like my head was about to explode from not moaning, snapping and finally breaking:

"I already told you! You know how to work it! Now, just keep fucking me, Bron! F-Fuck!"

"Don't worry, I'm going to do more than just get you off," He huffed, holding my hips and about pulling the table with him, but listened and didn't slow down for even a second.

For a moment, I was worried the table might snap in half from how strong he was, the force coming down into me and into the table.

I could care less about all of the shot we were taking at one another, feeling how tight my core was with heat, the pleasure making me lightheaded again and not even realizing how loud I was moaning, soon screaming out his name, knuckles white from gripping the table so hard.

"This pussy is nice and tight," He huffed at how hard I was squeezing him, "Been waiting for someone as good as me."

My frantic nods made him smile, throwing my head back with a cry:

"Come on, Bron. I'm so close to cuming!"

"Starting to think no one has ever got you off," He kept hitting the right spot that was bringing my orgasm closer, "Never think I've seen you praise someone."

"Be grateful it's you," I breathed, holding his hand tight, crying more, "It's right there! Bron, please!"

"I ain't stopping you," He held, spanking my ass hard and we both groaned at my hips jerking upward, walls pushing and wetness gushing without any warning, having my face drop to the table, smiling tiredly at his groan, "Jesus fuck, Y/N.”

“They call you Bron Breakker for a reason, huh?” I whispered, making us both laugh, but he took it so seriously, asking:

“So, you going to respect YOUR NXT champion now?”

“Hmm,” I debated, turning my head to looks up into his eyes and smile, “I’d say we’re equals now.”

[glamrockerfredbear]

Hello^^ May I have a match up, I’m Achilles!

I’m a gender-neutral & bisexual! I’m 5’7 leaning more on the chubbier side. I have shoulder length brown hair with blonde streaks at the front. I have hazel eyes and lots of freckles, I also wear glasses and have a few scars around my body that I find lowkey cool. My MBTI type is ENTX - A, I’m also an Aries. I’m usually pretty self reserved and observant when first getting to know someone, but after a bit I start to open up and show my more goofy side! I always crack jokes and laugh at almost anything (very dark humor). I love talking and hanging out but I also adore reading (Books, manga, fanfics ect..) or listening to various types of music. I also game a bit, usually with friends. I’m a very observant and curious person, and though I act hyper and crack jokes a lot I’m usually very sleepy and take lots of naps. I’m pretty laid back and chill for the most part, usually getting hyper when I’m with friends. Butttttt yeah that’s it!

Bro 🦭 <it’s a seal!!!

. . . Your Fazbear Entertainment matchup is 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 !

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Okay so, Monty likes your glasses! It matches his own sunglasses. He saw you walk into the PizzaPlex with your glasses and he said 'yep that is the one' and did nothing but follow you around with Roxanne questioning him.

"Monty get back on this stage goddammit!"

He also loves your hair. You've inspired him to try out dye and that's how you ended up with a Monty with a rust red mohawk and some experimental purple stripes.

Monty doesn't read any books or anything, to be honest. He's either too busy doing stupid things with the STAFF bots or tuning his bass. When he catches you reading whatever he gets really curious. But Monty being Monty he doesn't ask you what you're reading like a normal man. Instead, he likes to sneak up behind you and tower over you so he can spook you.

Sometimes it feels like only Monty understands your dumb jokes because Freddy will always gasp and go 'that's horrible!', Chica will make a confused noise and Roxanne most of the time just shakes her head. But Monty? he laughs along with you. You two like to spend your free hours watching people falling off of whatever and your laughing makes the STAFF bots shush you both.

Let me get something straight: Monty is the biggest idiot of the PizzaPlex. He'll do things so you can either look at him or laugh. I'm talking he'll try to balance himself on 5 stacked wet floor signs and fall off and probably scratch his paint. Or maybe if he's feeling especially stupid, he'll climb Freddy's statue and take a tumble you know hurt. You know that when he says "HEY C'MERE LOOK" it's something he should not be doing.

And it's funny every time. And you can't even feel bad for him because he got himself in those situations.

You two will definitely laze out together. No ifs, whats or buts. Monty likes to laze about when the PizzaPlex isn't incredibly hectic so of course, that means he drags you into his laziness. Lots of sluggish cuddling and scrolling mindlessly through social media with a lazy gator resting his snout on your shoulder.

No matter how tall you are, Monty will always be taller. So you will catch him resting his arms on your head or watching you struggle to get something from afar. He’s a bit of an ass about it.

You and him are both incredibly observant and knowing of your surroundings! Monty mostly does it since the PizzaPlex has been having…issues with children going missing. He wants you to be safe even if you’re not a child. Who knows, maybe that person could be targeting you next.

On the topic of Monty protecting you, he is incredibly protective of you. The last thing he wants is for you to be stuck in a first aid station with a dumb old STAFF bot or worse, Freddy. Monty will not let you do stupid stunts the same way he does unless you 101 reassure him that you won’t get hurt. He couldn’t care less if he got hurt but if you got hurt? He might not even perform!

Monty’s love language is extremely physical! Always touching and hugging. And I don’t believe Monty is extremely sexual but I do believe his humor is right up that alley so don’t be surprised if he starts saying some dumb adult joke. He will once a year say ‘that’s what she said’ and make you groan. He absolutely loves it.

Just love this idiot please. He’s got some issues but he needs some love.