#girls are cute and beautiful the way they look

[lxnarphase]

━ ❝ OH, IT'S MINIKUNA ! ❞

✮₊‧⁺...content: heian era!sukuna x wife!reader, fluff, mentions of childbirth, sukuna is an overly proud father, sukuna is whipped for his wife

✮₊‧⁺...lunar's note: based of this little blurbie and this one too !! needed some fluff with kuna bc he would love having a baby girl idc what anyone says !!! also i did my best describing the birthing process in a time accurate period but it's definitely a bit inaccurate because...i have never had a baby LOL

no one has ever seen sukuna ryomen, king of curses, wince before.

not until today, at the wrath of his pregnant wife who somehow got a hold of his fingers instead of his hand.

one of the nurses did warn him to not give you his finger and to ensure you always hold his hand. but by the gods, he swears you almost ripped his finger off.

it's cute to him, however, when you attempt to curse him out.

'gods, sukuna, i despise your entire being!'

'i know, my wife.'

'i should've never let you get me pregnant, you animal!'

'you begged for it, my wife.'

'i am never letting you bed me again, use your hand for the rest of your existence!'

'you can't keep your hands off me, my wife, no need to lie.'

but the sigh of relief, the way you instantly look down and coo once the sound of wailing filled the air...it makes him melt just a little bit.

he can't deny, seeing you in pain made him heated. it took everything in him not to kill every midwife, nurse, and lady-in-waiting in your birth room for not being able to make this process completely painless.

except chiyo. he would have to reward your personal physician for preparing you so well for this...

what did the old hag like again? wines, meats, gifts for her grandchildren back at home?

hm, yes, that would be great for her. of course, he'll say it was from you. the king of curses shows gratitude for no one.

he's pulled out of his thoughts at the hushed whispers once the other women exam the baby before following your unspoken request to hold your child.

"d-do you think lord sukuna will harm our lady for this...?"

"i hope not, surely he can make an exception, t-they both are still young and can always try for more!"

"but he's the king of curses, t-there no way he won't have a reaction!"

before he can demand what they find so important to discuss in front of you, chiyo hushes the girls with a wave of her hand, ushering the girls to help wipe off your sweat, tears, and clean off the baby—gentle like it's the finest glass, she instructs—before turning to sukuna with a knowing smile.

"well, your greatness...congratulations on having a healthy and gorgeous little girl," she hums, wiping her hands with a clean cloth before going to rinse her hands to help stitch any rips and clean you up.

the room falls silent aside from your soft little coos and the wails of your daughter as you brush the wet, fluffy hair on her little head.

all the women in the room continue to work, but it's clear they are silently waiting for his outburst.

everyone knows that a proper heir to any throne is a boy...but now, sukuna's first born child is a girl.

but rather angry, yelling, and threats to your and your child's life, the room is filled with Suku's booming laughter, which practically shakes the entire room.

instead of an enraged expression, pure delight, and excitement are painted on his face as he sits next to you on the soft cushiony bedding on the floor, his hand caressing the rounded cheek of your newborn.

"so, you've given me a girl," he hums in delight, all four of his eyes narrowing. "this will be the one who takes over my throne once i decide to step down?"

this thing, this tiny, itty bitty baby...came from you both? it's almost laughable how small this baby is compared to his hand, that something so little could be related to him.

she's...nothing short of perfect. "absolutely divine...she will not just be beautiful like her mother, but as powerful as both of us."

he's so proud of you and your child. he would shower your daughter with riches, love, and anything she could ever want and ask for.

but, he couldn't lie.

she's a damned fat baby, big head and all.

"sukuna, watch your mouth!"

he can't help but laugh, not realizing his thoughts came out of his mouth. "what, it's a good thing! means she's healthy," he boasts with a grin, leaning down closer to see her better.

"she looks strong already. as soon as she is able, i will personally teach her how to be a truly malevolent little princess, how to properly slit the necks of her enemies, how to—!”

oh, he is so excited, it's adorable.

“sukuna, shush, i just gave birth to a child with a massive head like yours, give me a moment," you say with a light laugh, your smile still reaching your clearly tired eyes.

“…apologies, my wife.”

chiyo can't help but laugh with you she finishes applying the healing ointment on your lower body, using a bit of her cursed energy to speed up the healing process to help you skip any serious pain.

after all, nothing but the best physician for you in sukuna's palace.

"always such an excitable boy, my lord, ever since you were a young man," she hums, helping one of the midwives properly wrap your baby in the soft, clean cloth.

"be gentle with her," you instruct him, gently moving your arms toward him so he could take the little bundle. he's...nervous, but he hides it well.

you place your daughter in his arms and he looks down at her, suddenly conscious of how loud he's breathing. she's got his hair, still a bit wet but soft and fluffy. it's pink, just like his.

a pleased rumble vibrates his chest, and he doesn't even realize he's doing it.

but then...her eyes open.

both sets.

he almost didn't notice it at first, they're just so small, but they're there. the same color as yours, pretty and big, filled with so much life.

his eyes burn, vision getting blurry. no words come to his head, he can't think of anything to say. he's so caught up in his thought he doesn't even notice chiyo ushering the other girls in the room out and shutting the door before quietly tending to you with water or food.

she knows that look, you do as well. she's been around longer than uraume to know her master, knowing the king of curses since his young years as the unwanted child of the village, abandoned by his mother for his 'horrid' appearance.

she was lucky to have found him before the villagers got to him, torches, axes, pitchforks and daggers in hand to take care of the child who they believed to have brought misfortune to their home.

getting him to safety was one of the best decisions she'd ever made, king of curses or not. no child deserved to be abandoned like that. and now, he's seeing himself in that tiny little being in his arms right now...chiyo can only imagine what he's feeling.

so, out of respect, she keeps her gaze averted, pretending she does not see the misty gaze he gives your daughter. this is a moment for you and him, and she does her best to make all her movements as quiet as possible.

all sukuna can think about in this moment is how he used to be just as tiny as this. he was just as vulnerable in his mothers arms. he couldn't talk, couldn't speak, couldn't fend for himself.

yet, his parents looked down at him just like this and decided he was an abomination and didn't give him a chance.

but now?

sukuna knows he would never, ever let anything happen to this little bundle in his arms. he would rather destroy the entire planet before letting anything happen to his baby girl. no one would make his little one suffer and live to see another day.

he flinches just a little, feeling your soft hand rubbing his bicep. "it's okay, my love," you softly coo at him, reaching up to wipe a tear from his eye before it had a chance to drip down his cheek. "she's going to grow up feeling loved and cherished because she's got a great father."

"hmm..."

a smile crosses his features as he looks back down, looking at the squirming baby so makes a little noise before calming down when he strokes her little, chubby cheek again to keep her from crying again.

"and she's got a great mother. she'll be the most wonderful princess in all of history," he says with a toothy grin, chest rumbling with a laugh.

"aww, my love, that's so sweet..."

"seriously, though, how in hells did you squeeze this thing out of ya? thing's got the head of a watermelon."

"sukuna, give me back my baby, and chiyo? get this man some food to stuff in his mouth before he says something to warrent the rage of a new mother."

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[marsdql]

Enhypen reaction to you falling asleep waiting for them ! —

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이희승

Heeseung walked into the apartment, his footsteps soft as he tried not to disturb the quiet. The faint light from the lamp cast a warm glow over the room, and there you were, curled up on the couch. Your phone had slipped from your hand, and the blanket barely covered you.

Heeseung stopped in his tracks, his heart skipping a beat at how adorable you looked. He crouched beside the couch, a fond smile spreading across his face.

“You really waited for me, huh?” he whispered, his voice filled with affection. “You’re so precious, I swear.”

His fingers brushed against your cheek, admiring how peaceful you looked, completely unaware of his gaze. “What did I do to deserve you, my angel?” he murmured, shaking his head in awe.

He leaned closer, his breath warm on your skin as he spoke again. “I’m sorry for making you wait, but it’s okay now. Let’s get you to bed.”

You shifted slightly at his words, your eyes fluttering open for just a moment. Heeseung’s heart melted when you blinked up at him, barely awake.

“Hey there, my baby,” he whispered, running a hand through your hair. “You’re still so beautiful, even like this.”

Without waiting for a response, Heeseung scooped you up in his arms. You instinctively snuggled against him, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.

“Alright, my sleepyhead,” he said softly as he walked toward the bedroom. “Let’s get you tucked in for real.”

Once he laid you down and tucked you in, Heeseung lingered for a moment, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Sweet dreams, darling,” he whispered, planting a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always be here for you.” -- REST OF THE MEMBERS BELOW !

박종성

Jay stepped into the apartment, the day’s exhaustion hanging heavily on his shoulders. The soft glow of a single lamp illuminated the cozy space, but it was the silence that caught his attention. He set his bag down quietly and slipped off his shoes, calling softly, “Y/N? Babe?”

When no response came, he walked further in and stopped in his tracks. There you were—curled up on the couch, a throw blanket barely covering you, your phone resting loosely in your hand. You were fast asleep, your face relaxed, your lips slightly parted.

Jay couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at his lips. He knelt beside you, resting his chin in his hand as he watched you.

“Ahhh, you waited for me,” he murmured to himself, a wave of adoration washing over him. His eyes softened as he took you in, your peaceful expression melting away the stress of his day. “My girl… you’re too cute for your own good.”

He brushed a strand of hair from your face, his fingertips gentle. You stirred slightly, mumbling something that made him chuckle under his breath.

“You could’ve just gone to bed, you know,” he whispered, leaning closer to get a better look at your face. “But no, you had to wait up for me, didn’t you? My sweet little angel.”

He sighed playfully, shaking his head at how much you made his heart ache—in the best way. “Alright, baby,” he murmured, “let’s get you to bed.”

When you didn’t respond, Jay chuckled to himself. “Of course, you’re going to make me do all the work,” he teased softly.

Sliding one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, he lifted you effortlessly. You groaned in protest, your face scrunching up as you instinctively buried your face against his chest.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he said, his voice tender. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you.”

Jay carried you to the bedroom, carefully laying you down on the bed. He started pulling the blanket up over you when your eyes fluttered open slightly.

“Jay?” you mumbled, your voice soft and groggy.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me,” he said, crouching beside the bed to look at you. “You fell asleep waiting for me again. You’re too cute, you know that?”

A small, sleepy smile tugged at your lips, but your eyes drifted shut again before you could reply. Jay chuckled softly, tucking the blanket up to your chin.

“You’re lucky I love you this much,” he whispered, leaning in to press another kiss to your forehead.

As he stood to leave, you reached out weakly, grabbing his hand. “Stay,” you murmured, your voice barely audible.

Jay felt his heart melt all over again. “Of course, baby,” he said, slipping into bed beside you and pulling you into his arms.

You instinctively snuggled closer, your head resting against his chest. Jay let out a contented sigh, holding you close as his own eyes grew heavy.

“Goodnight, my love,” he whispered, his lips brushing your hair. For the first time that day, everything felt exactly as it should.

심재윤

Jake opened the door as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful apartment. When he saw you curled up on the couch, he froze, a soft laugh escaping his lips.

“Ah, you waited for me,” he said quietly, kneeling beside you. He gently tapped your nose. “You’re too precious, you know that?”

You stirred slightly but didn’t wake, so Jake decided to take matters into his own hands. He scooped you up carefully, cradling you against his chest.

“Come on, baby. Couch time is over. Let’s get you to bed,” he said softly, smiling when you nuzzled into him.

Once he laid you down and tucked you in, you mumbled, “Jake?”

“I’m here, love,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll be right here.”

And he stayed, sitting beside you until he fell asleep with his head resting against your shoulder.

박성훈

Sunghoon stepped inside, glancing around the quiet apartment. When he spotted you on the couch, his lips curled into a soft smile. You were wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, your head resting on the armrest.

Kneeling beside you, he tilted his head, admiring how peaceful you looked. “Aigoo, you really waited for me, huh? You’re adorable,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

He ran a finger down your cheek, his heart swelling at the sight of you. “What am I gonna do with you, hmm?”

Carefully, he lifted you into his arms, chuckling when you murmured, “Noooo, leave me here.”

“Not a chance, baby. You need a proper bed,” he said, carrying you to the bedroom. He tucked you in, smoothing the blanket over you.

As he turned to leave, you reached out and grabbed his sleeve. “Don’t go.”

Sunghoon smiled, slipping under the covers beside you. “I’m not going anywhere. Sweet dreams, love.”

김선우

Sunoo’s heart melted the second he walked in and saw you curled up on the couch. The blanket you were using was sliding off, and your hair was a mess, but to him, you looked perfect.

Kneeling down, he tilted his head, admiring your peaceful face. “You’re seriously the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection.

He adjusted the blanket over you, then gently shook your shoulder. “Y/N, let’s get you to bed. You’ll regret this tomorrow if you don’t.”

You groaned, turning away from him. Sunoo pouted. “Don’t make me do all the work! Fine, fine. I’ll carry you.”

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, tucking you in with extra care. As he leaned down to kiss your forehead, you opened your eyes slightly.

“Sunoo?” you mumbled.

“Yes, it’s me, your favorite person,” he teased, grinning. “Now go back to sleep, my angel.”

양중원

Jungwon stepped inside and immediately spotted you curled up on the couch. His lips tugged into a small smile as he walked over, crouching beside you.

“You’re really something, you know that?” he said softly, brushing his fingers against your hair. “Waiting for me when you’re this tired. What am I going to do with you?”

He debated waking you up but decided against it. Instead, he carefully scooped you up into his arms, chuckling when you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re making this too easy, Y/N,” he said quietly, carrying you to the bedroom.

Once he tucked you in, he leaned down and whispered, “Sweet dreams, love. I’ll always take care of you.”

니시무라 리키

Ni-ki walked into the apartment, expecting you to be awake. Instead, he found you fast asleep on the couch, your phone still glowing faintly in your hand.

He let out a small laugh, crouching beside you. “Yah, you really fell asleep waiting for me?” he teased, though his voice was soft and full of affection.

He carefully took the phone from your hand and set it on the table. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I’d scold you for this,” he joked, brushing your hair back.

“Come on, lazy,” he murmured, slipping an arm under you to lift you. “Let’s get you to bed.”

You mumbled something incoherent, making him laugh quietly. “Yeah, yeah, you can thank me in the morning.”

After tucking you in, he sat on the edge of the bed, watching you for a moment. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Sweet dreams.”

ps: this was originially only for heeseung and jay so thats why theirs have longer vers.

Hope you enjoyed!

Reblogs appreciated `_-- !! ( marsdql )

[inktopuck]

juno | quinn hughes social media au (pt.5)

pt. 4

yournamehughes

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yournamehughes i've been waiting for you, Isabel Ellen Hughes ❤️

elblue06 my little Bell 🥹 thank you for the best gift I've ever been given, Y/N ❤️

jackhughes that is a lie, i was the best gift you've ever gotten

elblue06 no grandchildren, no rights

l_hughes06 lmao mom you're a grandma now 🤣 that's wild

elblue06 shut up, moosey

_quinnhughes my beautiful girl ❤️

eliaspettersson she's got that trademark huggy bear pout!

colecaufield you're now on my rob list

yournamehughes you know you can come visit whenever you want to

_quinnhughes pls don't give him free reign like that

trevorzegras #thankful she doesn't look like quinn

_quinnhughes #thankful you're over two thousand miles away

canucks Isabel will look great in blue!

l_hughes06

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l_hughes06 i literally fed you sour patch kids and ice cream for months and you're giving me attitude????

jackhughes she hates you. i won.

elblue06 jack she does not hate your brother

jackhughes well the evidence is piling up. she threw up on him immediately after this

l_hughes06 it was not throw up it was SPIT UP

jackhughes same thing

_quinnhughes she is literally 2 hours old

l_hughes06 precisely she needs to respect her elders

matthew_tkachuk she's spunky, i like her already

🔒 elblue06

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elblue06 my sweet angel! bursting with joy!

_quinnhughes how did i manage to make such a cute kid

yournamehughes you see when a man and a woman love each other very much

jackhughes stop right there i am begging you

l_hughes06 mom this isn't a picture of me

bradytkachuk congratulations Ellen & Jim! ryder is pumped to meet cousin belly!

jackhughes

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jackhughes she's already got her hands in the air...yeah we're going clubbing after this

l_hughes06 you mean after you finish pulling yourself together after crying because she smiled at you? (she was just colicky)

jackhughes THAT WAS A GENUINE SMILE SHUT UP

yournamehughes luke let him have this he literally has nothing else going for him right now

curtislazar95 uncle jack >>>>>> uncle rusty

l_hughes06 can i live????? CAN I LIVE????

_quinnhughes stop posting my daughter for likes

yournamehughes it's the only way he'll get them right now #bionicshoulderstrikesagain

pt.6

[ellecdc]

Elle I saw the new requests and immediately got soooooo excited I check tumblr like 5 times a day just to read what you write lol. Anyways can I request from ☃️ baby it’s cold outside

“Just for once why don’t you wear some thing of mine” with Barty x potter reader where Barty always love to see her in his clothes so she gives him a shirt of hers but because he’s so tall it’s more like a crop top but he actually likes it lol?

hahaha soooo cute! thanks for the prompt <3

the winter games

Barty Crouch Jr x fem!reader who convinced him to wear her clothes for once [470 words]

CW: talk about patriarchy, misogyny, gender norms, Shania Twain

“It’s cold out, Treasure.” Barty said absently; not breaking his gaze from the mirror as he fixed his hair, though he no doubt saw you appear in the reflection. “Why don’t you put on my flannel?”

You let out a petulant moan. “It won’t go with my outfit, Barty.”

He offered you a sympathetic pout in turn. “But you always look so cute wearing my clothes.”

“That’s really what this was about, wasn’t it?” You teased. “I bet it’s not even that cold outside.”

“It’s a little cold.”

“The party is inside, Barty.” You chided. 

“What if someone forgets we’re together? Hm? Then they see this beautiful little minx and make a move on you. Actually, Treasure, that would be a great injustice to all the unsuspecting blokes; you ought to warn them you have a boyfriend who’s sort of crazy.” 

He seemed pleased by the cackle that elicited from you. “What about me!?”

“How do you mean?” He asked simply.

“Well? You never wear my clothes! Just for once, why don’t you wear something of mine?”

Barty was quiet for a moment as he considered you. “You know what? You’re entirely right. Wow, how’s that for the fucking patriarchy, huh? Well, no time like the present, I suppose.” 

Barty continued mumbling to himself about internalised misogyny and disassembling the patriarchy and gender norms as he sifted through the wardrobe. 

You perched on the edge of the bed as he searched, smiling at the excited “aha!” before Barty emerged victorious. 

Standing in the middle of your bedroom was your boyfriend - who has a longer torso than you do, mind you - donned in one of your favourite cropped pullover jumpers with Shania Twain’s famous line “let’s go girls” embroidered in cursive. 

“Treasure.” Barty breathed out as he looked at himself in the mirror. “Oh my god.”

“What?” You laughed as you came to stand behind him; both your profiles in the mirror as he regarded himself.

“Is this what people mean when they say someone has a slutty man waist?”

You were so caught off guard by the laugh that bubbled out of you that you nearly choked on it. 

“Yes, Barty; I think this is what constitutes a slutty man waist.”

“And you’ve been hiding your cropped tops from me all this time.” He shook his head in disbelief. “For shame, Treasure.”

“Barty!”

“We’re almost late, babes!” He interrupted, turning you away from the mirror and shuffling you out of the room and towards the door. “Best get on the road, show everyone what they’ve been missing!”

His waist, you’re sure, is what everyone’s been missing.

“It’s cold out, Bee.” You offered solemnly. “Why don’t you put on a flannel?” 

You giggled the whole way to the party at the way he scowled and accused you of ruining his aesthetic.

[elixirina]

Can I request a Jason Todd X Wondergirl!Reader where shes Wonder woman's daughter and side kick?

They were super close and started dating b4 be died as Robin, and they reunite after his revival.

The JL and Young Justice shipped them like crazy, Bruce looked at her like a daughter, and she was also close with Dick and Tim.

Similar to how Dick had Donna, Tim has Cassie, Jason has Reader 💓

It can be smut, fluff, angst, or a combination, I really don't mind, I love all of your work it's addictive 💕💕💕

If you don't mind, you can ignore this aspect if you want, but could WonderGirl reader have long voluminous ginger curly hair? Similar to how Greek Girls in renaissance paintings have? Idk it's just super cute for me.

Anyways, take care and keep doing what your doing 🫶🫶🫶

hello my beautiful anon! i really loved this idea, i incorporated most of what you said, minus the ginger hair (mainly because i want the reader to remain ambiguous)! however, i hope you like it, as i liked it very very much!

# definition of love — jason todd

synopsis — jason is found dead shortly after you began dating. it hit you like a train, and after a few years, you figured you had moved on. guess you’re proven wrong when you spot a figure who looks just like your boy.

warnings — nothing much, a timeline of events kind of, reader is diana’s daughter and sidekick. angst with a happy ending, reader literally having a mental breakdown twice, typical gf losing bf situation maybe a bit worse, reader has some amazonian features, reader's wondergirl suit is like diana's only the colors are like swapped so the top half is blue instead of red and the skirt is red, but the gold remains the same, as does the headband. this was proofread, but i probably overlooked a spelling mistake like always. i don't think there’s anything else

please please please reblog and like 🤍

© elixirina — all rights reserved. my work is never to be reposted, translated, modified, etc, even if i am credited.

seredipity (n.) finding something good without looking for it.

being wondergirl was like a dream come true. you couldn't lie that there were times you wanted to bash your head into a rock because of how stressful it was, but it gave you an excuse to spend time with your mother 24/7.

you were only 13, but your mother had started training you young. she claimed it was for your own protection, but you weren't necessarily sure that was the reason. nevertheless, you obliged and to be honest, it was fun.

getting to spend time with your mother and fight crime? hell yeah! plus, that meant you got to meet the justice league. the idea of it had always flown over your head, but when your mother finally came to you with the idea, you beamed.

luckily for you, that day had arrived as quickly as you had hoped. you were nervous to the point where you were shaking. you had met the young justice before and they were the nicest people you'd ever interacted with, given how close they were to your age. yet, this, this was different.

it seemed way more professional than when you met the young justice.

you stood beside your mother, as she showed you around the justice league headquarters. natural light streamed in through large, arched skylights and tall windows. the sun blared in your face, and it made you feel warm.

could this go any faster?

jason walked in beside bruce in his robin suit. he figured he looked stupid, but he always did when he put on the suit. when bruce had brought up the idea of meeting the justice league, he expected a much cooler headquarters. the hall of justice looked so...bland.

the walls were shade of cream, and a massive, glowing emblem of a shield stood in the main hall. the pair walked on the white marble floor.

in jason's eyes, he looked like a big ball of color surrounded by white. the boy had completely zoned out as bruce walked him through the establishment, talking and talking away.

he had completely forgot where he was when he spotted your flowing hair. he watched as you methodically fiddled with your red skirt. the blue and white on your bodice matched the skirt of the woman next to you. a woman he'd only assumed to be wonder woman.

bruce, unbeknownst to jason's staring, had led the latter over you and your mother, with plans of introducing you and jason.

your mother took notice of bruce's presence quickly, stopping her conversation with you. you watched as the two adults greeted each other with a smile.

bruce averted his gaze to you, looking down at your figure. "you must be y/n. i'm bruce. diana speaks highly of you." his words made your cheeks go warm and you smiled sheepishly.

"i would hope so." you rubbed your bare bicep, your nervousness coming back to you.

the man let out a chuckle, before turning over to the boy next to him. the boy you hadn't even noticed until now. and the minute you did, you felt everything stop. it felt weird, this had never happened before. whenever you met new people your age, you smiled and said hi, but you couldn't bring yourself to do any of that.

his presence hit you like the first bloom of spring after a long, harsh winter.

"this is my son, jason." bruce simply said, and jason's eyes widened, mainly because bruce called him his son, but also because this meant he had to say hi to you and he didn't even know if he could still speak.

you shook off everything you felt and gave the boy in front of you a smile. the three primary colors on his suit and the contrast between his and bruce's almost made you giggle.

the air seemed charged with something electric; tangible yet invisible. you gave him a wave which he very quickly returned. he quickly looked down at the marble floor and you watched him.

you couldn't stop thinking about that the entire day. and to be honest, it made you less nervous about meeting the justice league members. they were incredibly nice, but you just couldn't keep your eye off of jason.

you sure hoped you'd see boy wonder again.

best friend (n.) someone who will stand up for you in the times you need it most. keep your secrets close, and someone you trust with your life.

you were now 14. maybe you had a little crush on jason, but nevertheless, he was your best friend, so that didn't matter to you. what mattered was that you were with him, and he was with you; you sure as hell did not want to lose him.

the two of you sat on a rooftop, your feet dangling in the air. your gold headband held your hair back to the best of its ability as the warm summer wind began to pick up. the sun had set, making the sky a beautiful dark blue and the clock was nearing twelve.

you and jason had always spent your time on this rooftop. it gave you a perfect view of gotham and it was a perfect place for the two of you to escape your parents.

you got lost in conversation on this day, like always. hearing his laugh sent a shiver down your spine like always. you could never get used to it; it was like music to your ears.

in all those moments you'd spent on that rooftop, time slowed, stretching into something so ethereal. it made it so memorable.

talking to him was just so easy, one of the reasons you became friends. he just understood and so did you. he was like a piece of your puzzle you didn't know you were missing. and you loved it. you loved-

"if stars could talk, what do you think they'd say about us?" jason broke the short silence between the two of you. the random question made you chuckle.

you turned your head to face him with a smile, "what?" you tilt your head and jason swears it might just be the cutest thing he's ever seen.

jason grins like a cheshire cat, "i mean like, do you think they laugh at our problems and shit?" he always loved conversations like this. he only ever said stupid stuff to see you smile. every time you smiled, it felt like his heart was blossoming flowers.

"language. and you are so weird." you laughed, your hands gripped the concrete edge of the roof top.

"i am not weird. i just have a big imagination." he quickly defended, throwing his right hand in the air. his left hand, which sat on the concrete edge was lingering closer to your hand; none of you noticed.

you let out a snicker before sitting in a comfortable silence, staring at the sky. only a few stars were visible in the sky, mainly due to the amount of light.

you looked down at your left wrist subtly, a gold watch around it. it was a watch your mother had given you for your 12th birthday. you couldn't recall why you rarely ever took it off, but you were grateful you had it at that moment.

you averted your gaze to the boy next to you who was looking down at his lap with a smile on his face.

"happy birthday, jace."

he looked over, the wind blowing a strand of hair in his face. his eyebrows furrowed for a second before he realized it must've been the next day.

you smiled at him, laying your head on his shoulder. he couldn't keep his gaze off of you, and most of all, he couldn't believe you remembered.

god, he loved this.

lover (n.) 1. a person who is in love with another. 2. a person who has a strong enjoyment or liking for something. 3. a person who loves, especially a person who has or shows a warm and general affectionate regard for others.

"ow. ow. ow." the word became a mantra, a rhythmic complaint that escaped your lips as you lay sprawled on jason’s bed in the manor. the sharp sting in your thigh was unrelenting, a painful reminder of your ill-fated encounter with a kitchen knife and a tray of horribly cut brownies.

the room smelled strongly of antiseptic from the first aid kit jason had torn into moments earlier, the tangy scent mingling with the woodsy warmth of his cologne. that was one smell you could never forget. a crimson gash marred your right thigh, the jagged line oozing blood in slow paths that tickled even as they burned.

jason sat beside you, his expression torn between concern and mild exasperation as he worked quickly to stop the bleeding. the soft rustle of gauze and the metallic clink of scissors filled the otherwise quiet room, broken only by your repeated "ow"s and his hushed apologies.

"sorry, sorry," jason muttered, his voice low and sincere, though his hands remained steady. his jaw clenched as he pressed a clean cloth against your skin, the pressure sharp enough to make you wince.

"remind me to never put you in a kitchen again," he quipped, glancing up briefly with the hint of a smirk.

you rolled your eyes, propping yourself up on your elbows despite the dull ache spreading through your leg. "it was an accident," you retorted, a touch defensive. "i am perfectly capable of knifework."

he raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth twitching as if to suppress a laugh. "yeah, sure. because slicing your own leg is totally a pro move."

"very funny," you deadpanned, though your lips quirked in a reluctant smile. okay, maybe you weren’t the most graceful person when it came to handling sharp objects. blades weren’t exactly in your forte, and your mom was usually the one wielding kitchen utensils with precision.

jason snickered, the sound soft and melodic but undeniably amused, as he leaned closer to inspect the wound. his focus was intense, and you couldn’t help but notice the way his dark lashes framed his eyes or the small scar that laid on his jawline.

the bandaging took longer than it should have—partly because he was extremely meticulous, and partly because he kept stealing glances at you, his gaze lingering a second too long. his fingers brushed against your skin, the contact feather-light yet electric, sending a shiver up your spine.

he tied the bandage in place with a precise knot, tapping your thigh gently to signal he was done. the touch was brief but warm, leaving a faint heat in its wake.

"there," he said, his voice quieter now, almost hesitant. "all better."

"thanks," you mumbled, sitting up fully and letting your weight settle into the mattress. your hand rested on top of your freshly bandaged thigh, as if testing the sturdiness of his work.

jason scooted closer, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. his presence felt larger than life, his shoulder brushing yours as he leaned in, a quiet tension settling between you. you could feel the air shift—charged, unspoken—but neither of you moved to break it.

he tilted his head, his eyes flicking briefly to your lips before snapping back to your face. "so… do i need to keep you on knife probation, or are you gonna behave?"

you rolled your eyes again, though your smile this time was genuine. "depends. are you volunteering to cook for me forever?"

his laugh was soft, a little breathless. "if it means you don’t bleed all over my bed again? sure."

despite jason’s earlier declaration, the two of you found yourselves in the manor’s sprawling kitchen. you’d insisted on redeeming yourself, though he stood watch like a hawk, his arms crossed and an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“alright prince,” he teased, leaning against the counter. “show me what you’ve got. just… keep the knives far, far away.”

you narrowed your eyes at him, grabbing a whisk with exaggerated confidence. “watch and learn, todd.”

the two of you fell into a rhythm, the kitchen filling with the comforting clatter of bowls and utensils. jason couldn’t resist stepping in every now and then, fixing your grip on a spatula or adding a pinch of seasoning to your mixture.

“bossy much?” you quipped as he reached around you to adjust the temperature on the oven

“Just trying to save b’s kitchen from a second massacre,” he shot back, though his tone was light.

at some point, the two of you devolved into playful chaos. A light dusting of flour ended up on jason’s shirt—your doing, of course. he retaliated with a swipe of chocolate from the batter bowl, smearing it on your cheek with a triumphant grin.

“truce!” you laughed, holding your hands up in surrender.

jason smirked, stepping closer. his eyes softened as he reached out with a damp cloth, gently wiping away the smear. “you’re a mess,” he murmured, his voice low and warm.

your breath caught as his hand lingered near your face. the playful energy between you shifted, the air thickening with something unspoken. his thumb brushed your cheek, the touch feather-light, but enough to send a jolt through you.

“jason,” you whispered, his name barely audible.

he hesitated for only a moment before leaning in, his forehead grazing yours as his eyes searched your face. “i’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he admitted, his voice barely above a breath.

then, without another word, his lips found yours. the kiss was soft at first, tentative, as though testing the waters. but it didn’t take long for it to deepen, his hand cupping your jaw while the other found its place at your waist.

the world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

when you finally pulled apart, his eyes sparkled with a mix of relief and mischief. “you know,” he said, his lips quirking into a smirk, “you’re even worse at baking than I thought.”

you laughed, your forehead resting against his. “we just made out and the first thing you do afterwards is insult me?”

“i wouldn’t call it an insult, just a mere fact.” he replied, brushing a stray hair from your face.

you shook your head, closing the distance between your lips once more.

grief (n.) deep sorrow, especially caused by someone’s death.

jason was missing. at least, that’s what it seemed like. the last time you saw him was two days ago. to say you were worried would be an understatement.

you’d even gone to the manor, desperate to find him, but neither he nor bruce were there. alfred, usually a source of calm and clarity, had only said, “i’m afraid i can’t explain,” before retreating into the quiet dignity he always carried. those words lingered in your mind, growing heavier with each repetition.

now, two days had passed. two painfully slow, gut-wrenching days where time seemed to drag its feet. sleep had become an impossibility, your bed feeling cold and empty. food felt like an afterthought—how could you eat when every thought spiraled back to jason? was he hurt? was he in trouble? was he…?

you didn’t dare finish that thought.

sitting at the kitchen island, you tapped your fingers against the cool marble countertop in a restless rhythm. the sound filled the silence of the house, a constant reminder of your unease. diana stood across from you, pouring hot chocolate into two mugs, her presence steady yet unable to dispel the dark cloud hanging over you.

she glanced up, her eyes soft with understanding. “it’ll be okay,” she said, though her voice wavered ever so slightly.

you didn’t respond, your gaze fixed on the swirls of the marble as though the patterns might hold the answers you so desperately needed.

when diana moved to the refrigerator for the whipped cream, a soft knock echoed through the house. it was almost hesitant, as though the person on the other side knew the weight of what they carried.

your head snapped up, and diana caught your movement, raising a hand. “i’ll get it,” she said gently.

you watched as she walked to the entrance hall, her back straight but her steps slower than usual, as if she sensed what was coming. she opened the door, and the chill of the evening air rushed in, making the hairs on your arms rise.

there stood bruce, dressed sharply in a suit and tie, his presence commanding as always. but tonight, his usual stoicism was cracked, a melancholic look etched into his face.

diana froze, her hand still gripping the door. “bruce?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “what’s wrong?”

he didn’t answer right away. his jaw clenched, and he bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes avoiding hers. for a man who had faced countless battles and tragedies, this moment seemed to unravel him. his silence spoke volumes.

diana swallowed hard, her grip on the door tightening. she didn’t press him, though every second of quiet stretched unbearably. finally, bruce exhaled shakily, breaking the silence.

“jason is dead.”

the words hung in the air, heavy and final.

diana’s breath hitched audibly, and she let out a small gasp, her hand flying to her mouth. she reached out, pulling bruce into a hug. he stiffened at first, his shoulders rigid under the weight of his grief, but then he let himself lean into her, if only for a moment.

when she pulled back, her hands lingered on his arms. “what am i going to tell y/n?” she whispered, her voice trembling.

bruce didn’t answer, his gaze dropping to the ground.

how does one tell their daughter her boyfriend is dead?

how does one tell their son's girlfriend he's dead?

your voice cut through the air, startling them both. you stood a few feet behind diana, your brow furrowed with confusion. the cold wind from the open door brushed past you, sending a shiver down your spine.

bruce turned to look at you, and for a moment, the man who was always so unshakable seemed small. his lips parted, but no sound came.

“bruce!” you said, your voice rising slightly as panic crept in. “is… is jason here?” you tilted your head, your fingers fidgeting against your palm.

the way his jaw tightened, the way diana avoided your gaze—it was enough to send your heart racing.

“what’s wrong?” you asked, forcing a shaky laugh. “why are you both looking at me like that?”

diana finally raised her head, tears brimming in her eyes. she stepped closer to you, her movements slow and deliberate.

“mom?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

she reached out, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. her touch was warm, grounding, but the look in her eyes made your stomach twist.

“he’s gone,” she said softly, her voice cracking. “jason’s dead.”

the world seemed to tilt, the weight of her words crashing into you like a tidal wave. for a moment, everything blurred—the sound of the wind, the warmth of her hand, even the beating of your own heart.

“no,” you whispered, shaking your head. “no, he’s not.”

"y/n.." diana began.

you backed away, letting her hand fall awkwardly. "no. no. you're lying," you looked over at bruce who was staring at the ground with such remorse. "you're lying, right?"

his silence was enough to make you sob.

after that day, nothing was the same. the world felt muted, like someone had dialed down the color and sound until everything was a dull, lifeless gray. days and nights blurred together, each one dragging on endlessly but offering no relief.

sleep was an elusive stranger. you spent most nights tossing and turning, tangling yourself in the sheets in a futile attempt to find a position where the ache in your chest didn’t feel so unbearable. when you did manage to drift off, it never lasted long.

the nightmares always came—flashes of his face, his laugh, his touch, and then, nothing. you’d wake up gasping, tears already streaming down your cheeks before you were fully conscious. the pillow beneath you was damp most mornings, a stark reminder of the storm you couldn’t escape.

the days weren’t any easier. you locked yourself in your room, the blinds drawn tight to keep the light out. sunlight felt wrong, almost offensive. how could the sun rise and set when your world had stopped?

your phone buzzed occasionally with concerned texts from dick and artemis, but the effort it took to type a single reply felt monumental. ‘okay.’ that was all you could manage, even though it was far from the truth.

your chest felt hollow, as though someone had reached inside and carved out every piece of you that mattered, leaving behind only a raw, jagged void. every breath was a battle—a sharp, painful reminder that you were still here, and he wasn’t.

the leather jacket he left at your house hung in your closet, untouched except for that one night when the grief was too heavy to bear. you’d pulled it down, burying your face in the worn material, desperately searching for the scent of him, the smallest piece of him that you could still hold onto.

at first, the faint smell of his cologne brought a flicker of comfort, but it was fleeting. the memories came rushing in, one after another, relentless and unforgiving. you crumpled to the floor, clutching the jacket to your chest as sobs wracked your body.

even now, the jacket remained where you’d left it—folded on the floor, too painful to look at yet impossible to put away. It was a symbol of him, of everything you’d lost, and it seemed to radiate its own grief, mirroring yours.

the hours crept by, each one heavier than the last. you existed in a haze of sorrow, your body moving through the motions of life while your mind remained stuck in the past, replaying moments with him like a scratched record. every laugh, every glance, every touch—they were all there, vivid and cruel reminders of what you’d never have again.

a year went by. then two. hen three. the grief hadn’t left, not really—it had just learned to settle in the cracks of your soul. you’d found ways to cope, ways to live. for the most part, anyway. the ache was still there, but it no longer kept you locked inside your house, staring at the ceiling, waiting for answers that would never come.

you started spending a lot of more time with dick. he had been a quiet but steady presence in the aftermath, his support unspoken yet deeply felt. he never pushed you to talk, but he always seemed to know when you needed someone to sit with you in the silence. with him, the weight felt a little lighter, the memories a little less suffocating.

about a year after jason's death, you’d met tim. the new robin. It had been a shock at first—seeing someone else in that uniform, someone who wasn’t him. but tim was different. he wasn’t trying to fill jason’s shoes; he was carving his own path, and over time, you grew close to him. he became another thread in the fragile net that kept you grounded, kept you moving forward.

life continued, in its strange, fractured way. then, one afternoon, everything shifted.

you had decided to take a walk downtown—a simple attempt to clear your head. the streets were bustling, the noise of cars and chatter filling the air. you ducked into a quiet bookstore for a while, thumbing through a few titles before stepping back out onto the pavement. you hadn't been in this particular bookstore in years. the sun was beginning to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the city.

and that’s when you saw him.

at first, it was just a figure in the crowd. but something about the way he moved caught your eye. the familiar stride. the way his head turned slightly as though he’d caught someone’s attention. your breath hitched in your throat, your heart thudding painfully in your chest.

it couldn’t be. it couldn’t be.

but it looked so much like him. too much like him.

you froze on the spot, your body rooted to the ground as the figure walked away, blending into the crowd. you wanted to move, to call out, but your legs wouldn’t listen. your hands trembled as they clutched your bag, and your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

you stumbled back into the nearest alley, your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. leaning against the cold brick wall, you tried to steady yourself, but the world was spinning. you clenched your eyes shut, pressing the heels of your palms against them as though you could will the image away.

it wasn’t him. it could not be him.

but the seed of doubt had been planted, and it was growing, fast and wild, threatening to overtake your rationality.

by the time you made it home, you were shaking. the moment the door closed behind you; the dam broke. you collapsed onto the floor, the sobs tearing through you with a force that felt almost violent.

“jason,” you whispered, his name a prayer and a curse all at once.

the pain you’d worked so hard to manage came crashing back, sharper than ever. you cried until your throat was raw, until your body ached from the force of it. the walls of your apartment seemed to close in on you, suffocating and unforgiving. you didn’t care.

the image of the figure haunted you, replaying in your mind over and over. you wanted to believe it was him. you wanted to believe that somehow, against all odds, he was alive. but you couldn’t let yourself hope. hope was dangerous.

two days passed before you felt steady enough to leave the house. dick had invited you to the manor for dinner, saying bruce wanted to discuss something. you agreed reluctantly, still shaken from what you’d seen, but knowing you couldn’t keep isolating yourself.

seated in the dining room, you looked between bruce and dick, their expressions unusually grim.

“why do I feel like this isn’t just dinner?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood.

bruce sighed, his gaze dropping to the floor. “we’ve been tracking a new vigilante in gotham,” he said finally. “calls himself the red hood.”

the name sent a chill down your spine, but you kept your expression neutral. “and?”

dick hesitated, glancing at bruce before speaking. “he’s... unconventional. brutal. we’ve crossed paths with him a few times now, and his methods are extreme.”

“extreme how?” you pressed, your stomach knotting with unease.

“he’s not afraid to kill,” bruce said flatly. “he goes after criminals with precision and rage. he knows things about us, about gotham, that no one outside the family should know.”

the knot in your stomach tightened. “what are you trying to say?”

dick leaned forward, his voice softer now. “we think he might have a connection to jason.”

your breath hitched, and you gripped the armrest of the chair. “what kind of connection?”

bruce’s jaw tightened. “we don’t know yet. but his tactics, his targets... there are too many similarities to ignore.”

the room fell silent as you processed their words. the figure in the crowd flashed in your mind again. could it really be him?

but no, it couldn’t. jason was gone.

and yet, for the first time in three years, the possibility lingered.

love (n.) an intense emotion of affection, warmth, fondness, and regard towards a person or thing.

you couldn't bring yourself to stop thinking about that day in the bookstore and the dinner at the manor. it hit you like a train. you had truly thought you were over it.

you believed that no reminder of him was going to make you break down ever again. that melancholy and remorse? you thought it was gone. why did it have to be back?

why couldn't you be normal about it? what made this so damn difficult?

of course, you still loved him. you would never stop. you knew that for a fact. but no one told you that grief was so hard.

it felt suffocating. the weight on your shoulders came back and suddenly, you weren't so grounded anymore. god, you wanted to believe he was alive. just to make everything easier. you just wanted the cure to all of this.

your mother noticed something was off when she came to visit you, but you immediately turned her comfort down, saying it was just stress.

she knew that wasn't the case.

nevertheless, she left you alone and later that night, you found yourself in your suit on that very rooftop you and jason loved so much.

your feet dangled off of the concrete edge, staring into the night sky. the sky above was an inky black, its darkness punctuated by a few stubborn stars that managed to shine through the haze of city lights. the hum of the city rose faintly from below, but up here, it felt like the world had paused, leaving only you and the endless night.

from the rooftop, the city stretched out in every direction, its neon signs and glowing windows casting a faint orange haze over the horizon. above it all, the moon hung pale and solitary, its light soft and distant, as though reluctant to reach the ground.

it reminded you so much of him. the ability to talk to him and never know when to stop. he never failed to make you smile or laugh. god, you missed his laugh. you missed his smile and you longed for his smell.

you closed your eyes, and his face came to you, unbidden. his crooked smile, the one that always made your heart skip a beat. the way he used to look at you, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. god, you missed him. you missed everything about him.

he was so good to you, and he was gone.

your chest tightened, the hollow ache inside you growing unbearable. you leaned forward slightly, your arms wrapping around yourself as though you could hold yourself together. the rooftop had always been your sanctuary, but tonight, it felt like a prison.

you leaned back just in time to hear a rather modulated voice come from behind you.

"i thought you would've stopped coming here."

you jumped at the voice, immediately standing up. you gripped onto your lasso which laid attached to your red skirt. the rooftop was dark, save for the faint glow of the city lights below. shadows stretched across the concrete, and the figure in front of you emerged from one of them like something out of a nightmare.

fortunately, the red helmet that covered his head gave it away and ultimately, you knew who you were facing. red hood.

"what do you want?" you simply questioned, straightening your back.

he made an effort to step towards you but stopped when you put your hand up as a way to stop him. he sighed, though it was barely audible. "i'm not gonna hurt you. i would ne-" he cut himself off, looking down at the ground.

you raised your eyebrows, letting your hand make its way back to your side. your chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as your eyes locked onto the tall figure before you. you eyed him up and down.

he left no room for questioning when you heard a clank. you looked down at the ground and say that same red helmet that was just on his head, lying on the ground.

you looked up at him and your shoulders slumped. the grip on your lasso loosened and your breath hitched.

oh god, were you dreaming? surely, this couldn't be real.

standing before you was jason todd. your jason. your boy. he had certainly grown, standing at a little over 6'0, 6'1? you could see how toned he was through his suit. his hair was longer than before, and there were faint scars on his still beautiful face.

"baby..." he uttered out, biting the inside of his cheek.

how does one tell their girlfriend that they came back from the dead?

you ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him. you needed to touch him, to feel him. this was your chance. this was the cure. you felt him stiffen a bit under you before completely melting into your touch, wrapping his arms around you securely. it almost felt like he was scared to let you.

"i thought i-" your voice broke as you pulled your head back a bit to look at him. "i missed you, jace." the way his name rolled off your tongue so easily sent a chill down his spine. he missed this. he missed you.

his throat tightened as he looked down at you, guilt and regret written across his face. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible, but it filled your ears like a soft melody. you had missed hearing it—hearing him. just hearing him speak to you like this, like he still cared, made everything else feel less heavy.

you tilted your head, your eyebrows furrowed with confusion. god, he missed that. "why?"

he swallowed hard, his gaze never leaving your face. “i didn’t look for you first. i should’ve. and then… i did things. horrible things. i mean, i killed people, y/n. so many people. and i—i don’t expect you to forgive me. i don’t even know if you can.” he paused, running a shaky hand through his hair. “but, but i can change. for you, i can. i just wanted you to know that. i… i just wanted to tell you that i’m still me. i’m still your jason.”

"then, that's all that matters." you stated, placing a hand on his cheek. it felt so much better to touch him. "i can't leave you. not when i just got you back." you sniffled.

you smiled for the first time, and he felt himself turn into jelly. he missed you and he missed that damn smile.

a shaky breath escaped him as his hands cupped your face, his thumb tracing your cheek softly. “fuck, i don’t deserve you,” he said hoarsely.

you shook your head, smiling through the tears that were now falling freely down your face. “you don’t have to deserve me, jason,” you whispered. “you already have me. also, language.”

he shook his head as he pulled you in close, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tentative kiss, as though afraid to push too far. but you kissed him back with all the love and longing you had kept hidden for so long. when you pulled away, both of you breathless, jason rested his forehead against yours.

“i always thought you looked good in red. i could get used to this.” you remarked, referring to the red helmet that was still laying on the red.

he smiled softly, placing a hand on the fabric of your crimson skirt. “got it from you.”

god, you loved this man.

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Yan! JJK x Reader: Would They Cheat?

Description: Just how secure is your yandere's love for you? Fun Fact: It's very secure. That doesn't mean a few are above manipulation though.

Characters: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Choso, Shoko, and special guest...Toji!

TW: Dark Content, Yandere behaviors (Stalking, mentions of murder/gore), brief smut. Pet names. Mentions of cheating and manipulation. MDNI

WC: 3.3k

a/n: Sorry for the delay and for it being a bit short, had a busy week :(

Satoru: Nah, you’re the only chew toy for him

You’re cute if you think Satoru would cheat on you. You are, unfortunately, stuck with the fate of being his chew toy forever. A friendly reminder: he’s mean. If something—or someone—doesn’t interest him, it’s a waste of his precious time.  

Sure, he enjoys attention, but let’s paint a picture: some girl grips his thigh, leans in far too close, sultry words spilling from her lips like poison. Before she can finish, he’s already shoving her off, flashing that look—the one that could freeze hell over. His icy blue eyes bore into her, devoid of even a shred of warmth, as if she’s the most pathetic thing he’s ever seen.  

And honestly? He doesn’t even have time for games like that. Satoru is working 90% of the time, juggling the world on his shoulders. So for that fleeting 10%, he wants only one thing: to be melting into your lap like a tired dog in the penthouse he’s locked you up in.  

The moment he steps through the door, he’s calling for you in a sing-song voice, the teasing lilt echoing in the empty halls. When he finds you curled up asleep in the guest bedroom (what else is there to do all day?), his heart aches in a way that almost annoys him. It’s infuriating, how soft you make him.  

He pulls the covers back without hesitation, sliding in beside you, his uniform still streaked with blood and curses. His arms wrap around your waist like they’ve been aching for the feel of you, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You ground him in ways he doesn’t fully understand, tethering him to something human, something real. How could he ever cheat on that?  

He peppers your neck and face with soft kisses, murmuring about his day into your skin. He knows you’re awake—you always pretend to sleep when you don’t want to humor him. It’s cute, even if he’d never let you get away with it for long.  

But deep down, Satoru knows. He knows you resent him for kidnapping you, for bringing you to this cold, empty penthouse where the days stretch endlessly. He knows it, feels it in the way your shoulders tense when you think he isn’t paying attention.  

At least here, you’re safe. At least here, he can keep you close, even if it’s only for those rare moments when his world stops spinning and all he can do is fall apart in your arms.  

Because as far as Satoru Gojo is concerned, you’re his. Forever.  

Suguru: Yes, only to teach you a lesson. 

Suguru would never find anyone else as perfectly suited to his needs as you. No one else could ever compare. But when you start acting out—more of a brat than usual—he knows exactly how to get your attention.

You’ve been testing his patience: picking fights, spitting out the food he tries to lovingly feed you, shrugging off his arm whenever he tries to guide you through the gardens. He’s always been lenient with you, but even you must realize there are consequences for such behavior.

Maybe you need a tighter leash.

So, he reaches out to an old high school friend of yours. Someone insignificant, a nobody. They don’t even come close to you in beauty or charm.

But you need to learn. He can be the perfect man—the one you’ve always dreamed of—if only you’d stop fighting him.

He takes your old friend on a date. A date that should have been yours. A day at Disneyland, where he buys matching ears, takes her on every ride, holds her hand like it’s second nature, and spoils her with snacks and souvenirs. To the world, he looks like the perfect boyfriend, all smiles and effortless charm.

But inside, Suguru feels nothing but revulsion. Every photo they take, every laugh he forces, every moment of pretending to enjoy her presence grates on his nerves. She’s not you. She could never be you.

And yet, the farce continues. He even takes her to a love hotel afterward. Not because he wants her—but because he wants to teach you. The entire encounter is recorded: the way her moans grow louder, the cruel precision of his movements, the absolute dominance in every thrust.

When he comes home to you, he smells faintly of cheap perfume, lipstick stains faintly visible on his neck. He holds you close, cradling you in his arms as if nothing has happened, even as he prepares to unveil his day.

Suguru plays the footage for you, his voice sickly sweet as you stare at the screen in horror.

“Look what you made me do,” he coos, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with a tenderness that feels suffocating. “I didn’t love her. I never could. But if you were a good girl, this wouldn’t have been necessary.”

His voice softens as he pauses the video, rewinding the most humiliating parts. “If you behaved, we could’ve gone to Disneyland instead. Wouldn’t that have been nice? Matching ears, all the snacks you want… But no.”

The worst part? His tone turns almost pitying as he tilts your chin up to look him in the eye. “You know, I wouldn’t be that rough with you.” He rewinds to a particularly vulgar moment, her moans echoing through the room, his smile darkening. “Every second of it was disgusting. I wanted to throw up, but I did it for you. So you’d understand.”

Your eyes remain glued to the screen. The girl’s face, her drool-slick lips, her pupils blown wide—it’s grotesque.

Is that what you look like when he has his way with you?

Yet, the differences stand out in stark relief. Suguru was never that rough with you. His thrusts with you were measured, his touches deliberate. His words, far from degrading, were always soft—“My love,” “My sweet girl.” He always took his time with you, ensuring you felt everything, savoring every second of your body as though it were sacred.

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Because no matter what, I’m only ever soft and sweet with you,” he whispers, his tone almost affectionate. Then, with a click of his tongue, he adds, “So please, don’t make me take out my aggression on others again. I could never break you like that.”

Suguru’s smile lingers as he watches your face crumble, satisfaction curling through him like smoke. You’re his, after all. It’s time you remember that.

Nanami: Nah, (un)fortunately. You’re stuck with him. 

Nanami Kento was a man of unwavering principles, even when those principles were warped by his obsession with you. He didn’t just love you—he needed you. You were his wife, in every way that mattered, whether or not you saw it the same way.

Of course, you hadn’t officially married him, but that was just a technicality. The ring on your finger—chosen carefully by him—was proof enough. You belonged to him, now and forever, and nothing would ever change that.

Nanami prided himself on being a man of self-control, of discipline. He would never cheat on you. The very idea of being with anyone else disgusted him. After all, why would he ever want anyone but you?

But lately, you’d been acting out, your cold demeanor cutting deeper than you realized. You refused to eat the meals he prepared with such care, ignored him when he spoke, and even suggested the unthinkable last night.

“Why don’t you just find someone else, Nanami?” you’d muttered, your tone sharp and bitter. “Someone who actually wants to be here.”

The words echoed in his mind like a curse. Someone else? As if such a thing were even possible. As if anyone could ever measure up to you.

In the morning, he brought your favorite breakfast, setting the tray carefully on the table. You didn’t look up, didn’t acknowledge him. His patience, while vast, wasn’t infinite.

“Darling,” he said, his voice calm and even. “Look at me.”

You didn’t.

He let out a quiet sigh before sitting across from you, his sharp eyes locked on your face. “Last night, you said something very troubling.” His tone was measured, like he was trying to explain a complex problem to a child.

“You told me to find someone else,” he continued. “Do you know how absurd that is?”

Your hands clenched in your lap, but you still didn’t look at him.

“I have no interest in anyone but you,” he said firmly. “No one else matters. No one else exists to me the way you do.” His voice softened, taking on a dangerously tender edge. “And it hurts me deeply that you’d even suggest such a thing.”

You flinched at the emotion in his tone but kept your gaze fixed on the floor.

Nanami leaned forward, his large hands resting on the table as he regarded you carefully. “Do you think I brought you here, kept you safe, provided for you, just to let you go? To trade you for someone… inferior?”

The word dripped with disdain, as though the idea alone was offensive.

“I chose you, Y/N,” he said, his voice low and resolute. “No one else. And I will never choose anyone else.”

When you finally glanced at him, his eyes softened, filled with a gentleness that made your stomach twist.

“You’re my wife,” he continued. “Even if you’re angry with me, even if you hate me right now, I’ll still take care of you. Because that’s what a husband does.”

You bit your lip, your mind racing for a response, but before you could speak, Nanami stood and moved to your side.

He knelt before you, his hands gently cradling yours. His touch was firm yet tender, like he was afraid you’d pull away, like you always do.

“I don’t need anyone else,” he murmured, his voice almost pleading. “Don’t you see, Y/N? You’re everything to me. The only thing that matters.”

The weight of his words pressed down on you, suffocating and inescapable. His sincerity was undeniable, and yet it only made your chest ache. You were stuck in someone’s delusion. 

Choso: The poor loser boy tried.

You had a stalker.

Your coworkers at the small café where you worked never seemed to find an issue with the guy who kept showing up, shift after shift, sitting for hours while ordering lattes back-to-back. He always insisted that only you could make his coffee.

“He’s so cute, Y/N! You’re so mean for not giving him a chance!” they’d tease.

Or worse, “Aww, he’s so in love! He brought you flowers again! And he walked you to the train station? You don’t find guys like that anymore!”

It was pathetic, really. How good looks seemed to transform behavior that was objectively creepy into something charming.

Today was no different. You tossed your apron into the laundry chute and stepped outside, ready to head home. But there he was again. Just like every other day for the past few months.

Choso stood waiting for you, a box of chocolates and a bundle of flowers clutched in his hands. This time, there was even a card. That was new.

He smiled at you, wobbly and unsure, his sleepy eyes darting nervously as a crimson blush spread across his cheeks. He handed you the gifts, his hands trembling ever so slightly.

Pathetic.

“A card? Really?” you said, placing a hand on your hip, your voice laced with exasperation. But before you could add anything else, Choso dropped to his knees.

Right there, on the sidewalk.

His hands reached out, trembling, to rest lightly on your hips as he buried his face against your abdomen. His shoulders shook as sobs wracked his body.

A grown man was crying at your feet.

“I’m so sorry!” he choked out, his voice breaking. “I tried—I tried to move on, but I just…I’m so disgusted with myself.” He looked up at you then, tears streaming down his cheeks, his dark eyes glassy with emotion.

You blinked, utterly bewildered. Move on? From what? You weren’t even dating.

“Hah—how could I cheat on my soulmate?” he gasped, his words rushing out in a desperate tumble. “You’re just so kind to me, and I…I had to apologize! Please, Y/N…you can kick me, beat me senseless—anything—just please…” His voice cracked as he stared up at you with a look so pathetic it was almost painful.

“You’re fine, Choso. Really. I’m not going to kick you.”

Your words seemed to light up his face. He laughed—a soft, breathless sound—before wiping his tear-streaked face on the fabric of your work blouse, completely oblivious to your grimace.

“Always so kind to me, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice thick with adoration. His dark eyes sparkled as they locked onto yours. “Ah…I love you so much.”

You always did want a dog, didn’t you? Now, you have one for life. 

Shoko: Nope. Do you think she has the energy for that? 

Shoko didn’t need to kidnap you. Why bother when you came to her willingly, tail wagging like a loyal puppy, utterly clueless about how tightly she had you wrapped around her finger?

You didn’t see it, of course. You never noticed the calculating look in her eyes when you babbled on about your day or the slight smirk that tugged at her lips when you pouted over her busy schedule. You were too sweet, too naïve, too trusting. It was almost adorable.

Shoko didn’t have time to kidnap anyone. Her work consumed her, pulling her into long hours at all times. But she always made time for you, no matter how hectic her schedule became. Not that you noticed how deliberate her efforts were.

You always assumed she was just nice.

Still, you tested her patience sometimes. Like now, when you were sitting across from her at a café, whining about how she was “always working” and “barely had time for anything fun.” You didn’t mean anything by it—she knew that. But hearing those words, your little grumbles of dissatisfaction, sent a faint prickle of irritation crawling up her spine.

“I’m doing my best, you know,” she said, leaning back in her chair with a lazy smirk. Her voice was calm, smooth, but there was an edge to it, something sharp hidden beneath the surface. “It’s not easy saving lives and making time for you, sweetheart.”

Your ears perked up at the pet name, but you didn’t dwell on it. Just like always, it flew right over your head.

“I know, Shoko,” you sighed, poking at your drink with the straw. “You’re amazing at what you do. I just… miss you, I guess.”

She took a slow drag from her cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily in the air before responding. “Oh, come on,” she teased, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “You’re not that lonely, are you? I’m sure someone else would keep you company if I wasn’t around.”

The comment made your eyes widen, your head snapping up to meet her gaze. “What? No way! I’d never—”

Shoko laughed, the sound low and throaty, cutting you off. “Relax, puppy,” she said, her tone amused. “I’m just kidding. You’re too loyal for that. It’s one of the things I like about you.”

You flushed at the compliment, ducking your head shyly. Shoko watched you with a fondness that bordered on obsession, her amber eyes softening as she took another drag from her cigarette.

Still, she wasn’t above planting seeds. Letting you wonder, just for a moment, what might happen if you pushed her too far.

“Of course,” she added, her voice dropping slightly, “I can’t say the same for myself. I mean, I am a busy woman. Always surrounded by people, some of them very charming.”

You froze, your drink forgotten as you stared at her, your expression a mix of confusion and mild panic. “W-what do you mean?”

She shrugged, exhaling another plume of smoke. “Just saying. It’s nice to feel appreciated, you know? Sometimes people notice things about me that… well, let’s just say they don’t take me for granted.”

The way your face fell was almost too satisfying. Shoko fought back a grin, her expression carefully neutral as she leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand.

“But don’t worry,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “You’re still my favorite. For now.”

“Shoko!” you blurted, your voice trembling slightly. “You wouldn’t really— I mean, you wouldn’t do that, right?”

Her eyes softened, the barest hint of guilt flickering across her face. “Of course not, puppy,” she said gently, reaching out to ruffle your hair. “I don’t have time for anyone else, even if I wanted to.”

It was the truth. Shoko didn’t need anyone else. You were more than enough to satisfy her. But keeping you on edge, making you work just a little harder to earn her attention—it was too easy, too fun.

And it wasn’t like you’d ever leave her.

“Relax,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. “You’re all I need. Just… don’t make me wonder if that’s still true for you, okay?”

The words lingered in the air, carrying a weight that you were too dense to fully grasp. But that was fine. Shoko liked you this way. Sweet, oblivious, and utterly devoted.

Her little puppy.

Toji: Hell fucking yes. 

Toji is one of those yanderes that lets you have your independence. Isn’t that nice?

Like a feral tomcat, he only shows up once every few weeks to remind you that you’re his. You can go about your little life, enjoy your freedom—until he decides to make an appearance.

But lately, you’ve been getting too comfortable. Getting close to a coworker, laughing over brunch, dancing at the club together. A real friendship blooming.

Toji doesn’t like that.

He doesn’t want you to have friends. Doesn’t want anyone to see you, let alone see how amazing you are. Friends fill your head with ideas—pathetic, dangerous ones. Like, “You should go dance with that guy!”

Yeah. That guy you danced with? Found dead the next morning.

Maybe he should’ve kept his hands to himself instead of resting them on your hips as you swayed to the music. Severing the poor guy’s hands and delivering them to your doorstep hadn’t worked the last few times. It seemed you still hadn’t learned your lesson.

So, Toji resorts to other methods.

You come home to the unmistakable sounds of moans spilling from your living room. The couch creaking against the hardwood floor, punctuated by wet, filthy sounds. You freeze, your stomach twisting.

You should’ve gotten a rug.

Your eyes widen when you step inside, taking in the sight before you. Your newfound friend—your coworker—pinned over your couch, her face pressed into the cushion, a puddle of drool staining the fabric. And Toji? Toji is behind her, railroading her into oblivion, his foot planted on her plush cheek to keep her down.

He looks up when he notices you, a smug grin curling on his lips. “Yer home, eh?” he chuckles, his voice dripping with mockery. “We let ourselves in. Don’t even think about leaving, sweetheart, or I’ll blow her brains out—just in a different way.”

Your heart pounds in your chest, but your legs refuse to move. You can only stand there, frozen, as his dark, predatory gaze stays locked on you the whole time.

Her moans get louder. Louder and louder, as if she’s putting on a show just for you. The fucked out gaze in her eyes, the kind of daze that won’t go away for days. 

Toji’s grin widens, his movements growing filthier, rougher. His voice is low, mocking, as he growls over the sound of her cries. “Good girl, listenin’ to me. Don’t want another innocent life on your hands, d’ya?”

You lost a friendship that day.

You replaced the couch the next day.

Your poor coworker couldn’t even look you in the eye after that. Every time she caught sight of you, her face would flush crimson, and she’d turn away, avoiding you entirely.

Toji didn’t care. He never cared.

Because no matter how much independence he lets you think you have, at the end of the day, you’ll always be his.

[mrsshabana]

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 ! 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, MDNI 18+, smut, angst, college au, vaginal sex, public sex, creampie ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 2k words. Just a random idea I got and was inspired to write. Hope you all enjoy this oneshot ♡

He was the tallest guy on the team. Standing at an impressive 6’7”, Gyutaro was always turning heads. He hated standing out. First, people would stare at him because he was tall, and then they would keep staring because he was ugly. He always wished he was smaller so he could easily hide from everyone's judgmental gaze. But for the first time in his life, he’s starting to feel proud of his height.

It made him the star of your university’s basketball team. Being an exchange student from Japan, he wasn't expecting to join the team, but after multiple people urged him to try out he figured he would. He used to play baseball in high school, so being on a team was nothing new for him. Turns out he's great at basketball, and after joining the team, they realized Gyutaro’s worth as they continuously went undefeated.

Gyutaro quickly caught your eye because you were on the cheer team. The new guy with the thick accent was interesting, to say the least. He was standoffish, but everyone seemed to like him, and he got along well with the coaches. 

Everyone appeared to like him but behind closed doors, no one would know that Gyutaro actually had no friends. And of course, he didn’t have a girlfriend either. Everyone liked him because he was their star player and brought them to the championships. But they never asked him to hang out outside of basketball. Maybe it was because he was a foreigner and they had a hard time relating to him, or maybe it was because he was ugly and awkward. Taking him out with them to the bars or clubs would surely hinder their chances of picking up girls. 

But it wasn’t anything new for Gyutaro. He was an outcast back home so it’s no surprise to him that he would be an outcast here too. But at least people treated him nicely here and he was often regarded with respect as the star player. And that was enough to make him happy. 

Though tonight was a bit different. It was the championships, the final game of the season to determine who would be the reigning champion of the country. It was no surprise that Gyutaro led the team to victory, getting goal after goal. His height combined with his broad shoulders and sour expression always made him an intimidating opponent. The other team really didn’t stand a chance. 

After winning the championship the boys celebrated with their coach, but then after getting into the locker rooms, everyone congratulated each other and just left. Leaving Gyutaro alone in the locker rooms. Surely they were all going out to celebrate at a party or something, but to no surprise, he wasn’t invited. 

You were there during the game, cheering him on. Seeing him in his element, making goals like it was nothing. Watching the sweat cling to his long hair and drip down his muscled shoulders, you’d be lying if you said it hadn’t turned you on. And after noticing that Gyutaro was the only guy that hadn’t left the locker room, you decided to pay him a visit. 

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Gyutaro walks out of the showers. Feeling refreshed and clean, though he still plans to take a bath when he gets home. He notices you walking in as he approaches his duffle bag. 

“It’s that cute girl from the cheer team…” he thinks to himself as a blush begins to form on his cheeks. 

And he’s not alone. A blush quickly spreads across your cheeks as well when you see his bare chest. The way the water drips down his toned abs to his v-line is almost hypnotizing. Not to mention those spots you’ve never seen before. You��ve seen the ones on his face, but this is the first time you’ve seen them on his chest and hips too. They look quite beautiful, the way that they contrast with his pale skin. Others may think he’s unsightly, but you think he looks like a piece of art. 

“Um, sorry to disturb you Gyutaro… I um… I can come back later,” you stutter, feeling shy now that you’re right in front of him. 

“N-No, it’s ok,” he mutters, “Did you need something?”

“I just wanted to congratulate you, you were amazing out there,” you look up at him with a look of admiration in your eyes. Something he isn’t quite used to but it makes him feel a certain way.

“Oh! Thanks, you did good too,” he tries to subtly adjust the towel around his waist. But if you look down it’s obvious that he’s already growing hard, even though he’s trying desperately to hide it.

“Thanks! We practiced this routine for weeks,” you look away shyly, “Anyway… do you have anywhere to be after this?”

“No,” he awkwardly shakes his head, “I was just planning to go home after this…” He feels like a loser as he admits this to you. 

“Oh okay,” you smile and take a step closer to him, “You’re our star player, I feel like you should be celebrated. So… would you mind if I celebrated with you?”

“I-I don’t mind at all,” he gulps, his cock twitching under the towel as you get closer.

“Good, because you really deserve it,” you say, tracing his v-line with your fingers and stopping where the towel is wrapped around his waist.

A shaky breath escapes his lips, he isn’t quite sure how to feel. On the one hand, he feels shy and nervous because he doesn’t know you very well. But on the other hand, he feels joyous and appreciated for his hard work. 

You tease him, running your fingers along the edge of the towel, before pulling away. Leaving him looking down at you with pleading eyes, wanting you to continue. 

But instead, your hand goes to your own body as you begin to undress right in front of him. Your brightly colored uniform dropping to the floor. Gyutaro can’t believe his eyes, he thought you were beautiful before but seeing you like this is just blowing his mind. A cute girl stripping her clothes just for him, this has to be a dream right?

He’s so enamored by the sight of you that he barely notices that you’ve already removed the towel from his waist, guiding him to sit on the bench that sits between the rows of lockers. 

His eyes remain wide with disbelief as he watches you crawl on top of his large form, and promptly sit on his lap. Gently grinding your core against his, gathering enough slick for you to comfortably slide him into you. 

He looked big already, but feeling him inside of you he feels even bigger. You anticipated he would be though since he’s so tall, but it’s still a pleasant surprise.

“Y/N…,” a strangled moan leaves his lips as you sink down onto him. His hands gently holding your hips. 

“He actually knows my name?” You think to yourself. Honestly, you’re surprised. You’ve only been introduced to him once and that was awhile ago. The fact that he remembered your name when you thought you were merely insignificant to him makes you feel even better about what you’re doing right now. He really is a sweet guy. 

Starting at a slow pace, you begin bouncing your hips. Effectively riding the school’s star athlete. His head tilts back in ecstasy as he feels your tight walls envelop him, sliding up and down his length, making him feel like he’s on cloud nine. 

Your own pleasure distracts you so you don’t notice the way his toes curl and how he bites his lip, desperately trying to stifle his needy moans. To say he was touch starved would be an understatement. Maybe attention starved would be more appropriate for how he feels. Sure he gets all the attention during the game, but afterward it’s like he stops existing. To actually be pampered and pleasured by someone feels like heaven to him. 

His hips buck upwards as his grip tightens on your hips. The muscles in his abdomen clenching as he tries to hold out, tries not to fill you with his cum before he can ask you if that’s what you want. But he can’t seem to form a sentence right now. Every time he tries to speak the sensation of your pussy milking him takes his words away and replaces them with needy moans. 

You smirk as you watch him struggle, “It’s ok, Gyutaro. Just enjoy it.” You coo as you gently kiss his lips as if giving him permission to lose himself in you.

His furrowed brows soften as he does just that. Wrapping his arms around you and holding you close as he nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck. A surprisingly intimate position considering how you don’t know each other very well. 

You tightly grip his shoulders to get more leverage, allowing you to ride him at a faster pace. This tall, heavily muscled man is completely helpless beneath you. 

You don’t realize how close he is until it’s too late. His large hands pushing you down on his cock, ensuring that he’s as deep within your sopping cunt as possible. Grinding his hips desperately into yours as a loud, shaky moan erupts from him. You feel the warmth spread within you as he empties his load. Filling you with warmth until it overflows and coats your inner thighs. 

He pants heavily and holds you against him while the two of you catch your breath. You honestly weren’t expecting him to cum so soon, but you aren’t too surprised either. However, your goal was to focus on him and give him the praise he deserves. And you did just that so you’re satisfied. 

“Th-thank you,” he mutters into your hair, but the sound is so muffled that you don’t hear him. 

After that day, you see more of Gyutaro. He makes an effort to greet you every day during practice and he often gives you snacks afterward, sometimes even small gifts. It’s strange though because he doesn’t actually talk to you very much. You aren’t sure if it’s because he’s shy or because he feels like he owes you because you had sex with him. Though you won't complain about the strawberry pocky he keeps giving you.

But it begins to make sense when you hear people talking about the two of you and how they didn’t know you were dating him. But you aren’t dating him? Are you? You never really talked to him much outside of the night you were intimate so what gives? Did he go and tell everyone that you had sex with him? 

No, instead he told everyone that you were his girlfriend. Not because he was trying to be malicious or start rumors. He actually believes that you are his girlfriend now because you had sex with him. 

“We were very compatible the other day,” he blushes when you confront him, “So I thought you were my girlfriend now…” 

Is he saying that because the sex was good that means that you are a good fit for each other, therefore you’re his girlfriend now? You don’t know what to think, but it is kind of endearing. Most guys would just forget about you and move on to the next girl, not wanting any strings attached. But not Gyutaro, he wants all the strings he can get. Maybe it’s a cultural difference? Maybe it’s because he’s too awkward and doesn’t know how to talk to girls. Or perhaps it’s a combination of both. 

“I-Is that ok?” he stutters when you don’t respond. 

“Yeah, that’s ok,” you smile and get on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, though he still has to bend down for you to be able to reach him. “I’d love to be your girlfriend, Gyutaro.”

[leclarifies]

Girlie, please do part 2 to letters!! That was so good!!!

kiss me, under the paris twilight (MV33)

part II to letters

✰ max verstappen x childhoodbestfriend!reader ✰

summary → after max announces his retirement and the both of you publishing your relationship to the world, he has a devious plan up his sleeve.

genre → fluffy, slight smut.

word count → 3.1k

author's note → ask, and you shall receive!!! anyways, i FREAKING LOVED WRITING THIS as per usual, this has been my favorite series i've done so far. it's so fluffy, so cute. the traction the first part got had me SCARED. the amount of people asking for a part 2 was crazy, so here it is! i hope you enjoyed it! i threw in some social media posts in there to keep it entertaining as well :3

"(blue eyed dutch boy) got me trippin', how your skin is always soft? how your kisses always hit? how you know just where to-" - lisa, "moonlit floor (kiss me)"

PARIS, FRANCE.

max had wanted to get away from the landscape of formula one, he had told her that he wanted some alone time after being away from her for so long and she accepted, not being in belgium long even though she just moved there.

her mother had some things to say, not knowing that it was max who planned the trip but when she explained herself to her mother, she had a twinkle in her eye and told her good luck with raised her eyebrow.

they had arrived to paris in the night time, wanting to get a bit of rest from their flight before exploring paris, just the two of them.

she was doing some skincare in the bathroom when she felt a familiar presence behind her, it was her max, looking at her through the mirror, "you look beautiful," he murmured in her ear, she could only smile softly at her boyfriend.

yes, boyfriend. he had practically shouted it out to the world when he claimed her as his, not literally though. he wanted to keep things quite private since their relationship was quite new, not wanting to shove her into the spotlight like that.

"thank you liefje," she had responded back, equally as soft as she continued her ministrations on her face, wanting her skin to look nice, not only for herself but for when she was inevitably thrust into the public-eye.

max littered kisses on the side of her face, hands on her waist, pulling her closer to him, he had been so clingy. so much clingier than what she remembered. maybe is was the time and distance between the last time that they met that made him this way, but he absolutely did not want his hands not on her.

eventually, they both got settled into the bed of their suite. she had scolded max for getting a room so expensive but he responded with something along the lines of, 'i am no longer that little boy that you first met, let me spoil you.'

she wanted to smack him but he didn't care, all he wanted to do now was spend the money that he earned from being in formula one on her. he didn't need that much money, but she knew how much money girls spent to keep their appearance, so if it's his money that she used, he didn't care.

max rested his head on her chest as the both of them put a movie on to watch, something about a fighter pilot romance, she didn't really understand but he picked it, so she didn't complain.

"did you end up reading all the letters i sent?" max asked with a quiet voice, his hand caressing her hips mindlessly, just wanting to touch. she shook her head no, he had written her a lot. she had barely gotten through half of them. the letters were filled with love, always asking about how she's been, his achievements and how much he's missed her.

"you had written me a lot of letters, maxie. i can't get through all of them, i've been back barely two weeks," she had reminded him and he could only hum a response back, his eyes were already drooping, tried from the flight and today's activities.

her hand was on his head, softly petting max. she only stopped when she heard his soft breaths, signaling that he was indeed asleep already. she wanted to laugh at how fast he fell asleep around her, he had complained about it at first, not understanding why he fell asleep so fast in her presence. he just wanted to spend time with her without feeling sleepy.

she then later researched about it and found out that max felt safe around her, and that's why he felt sleepy a lot around her. she didn't tell him though, figuring it'd be nice to keep this one thing a little secret between her and herself.

she fell asleep not long after, feeling quite sleepy in his presence as well.

hand in hand, max and her were walking through the streets of paris. she understood why he picked paris though, it's the city of love after all.

"i have a place where i get my pastries, i really like it," max had spoke as she continued to walk with him, "i've been there a couple times just as a vacation by myself, i think you'll like it too."

she smiles at max before letting him lead the way, eventually they found themselves in a small quaint corner of the city, entering the bakery. the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries entered her senses and she sighed in content.

max made the initiative to go up to the counter and ordered a few pastries that he thought she would like while she looked around to see what she would like, maybe a pain au chocolat? she's been wanting to try those ever since she got to paris.

"liefje, maybe a pain au chocolat for me?" she called out to max, and he nodded. he had ordered it first because she's mentioned it a few times on their trip, he was very attentive when it came to her needs, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable or unhappy with him or the trip. he just wanted her content and that's how she felt, fortunately for him.

they exited the bakery with a few pastries and a pain au chocolat for her in her hands, she bit into it and a cute sound escaped her lips, "oh my god, this is so good maxie."

max could only smile, he hated that he had to suggest the bake shop first, now they couldn't hold hands. he was very big on skinship and skin-to-skin contact, she could tell.

lunch was where they were headed next, and she hoped that it was going to be as romantic as how the day was going.

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mv33updates some fans spotted max with a mystery girl around france, who could she be?

user1: NOT CHARLES AND DANNY BEING IN THE LIKES

user2: PFT NO WAY I JUST SAW

user1: THEY ARE SOOO MESSY AND THEY KNOW WHAT'S UP

user3: are we sure that's max? his face is covered in most of them 😭

user4: GIRL ARE YOU BLIND?

user5: honestly very happy for him and the mystery girl! he looks like he likes her very much

user6: they look so cute with eachother :(

user7: she looks pretty tho, can someone let me know who she is??

user8: from research and a little snooping around, i think she's @/yourusername but!!!! i may be wrong :D

MONACO.

"uh oh," left her lips as she scrolled past something on her instagram explore page, "maxie, i think we've been found out."

max was sitting up straight on their bed now, eyebrows raised in panic.

no, this was not how it was supposed to go, they were supposed to have a small private trip to france outside of the public eye. he really screwed this one up.

"i'm gonna call my lawyer," max said as he took out his phone but she stopped him, looking down where he was sitting. he was mad at himself for letting this happen, of course fans were going to be everywhere. he should've thought about that before inviting her out to france.

"maxie, stop. it's okay. you're worried over nothing, it's just fan speculation. they don't know until you react and by sending them cease and desist letters will only confirm that it's true," she had reminded him, and he knew she was right.

max captured her in a hug and sighed against her stomach, "i'm sorry schatje, i just wanted to keep you away from the public eye for as long as possible," he mumbled, he knew how harsh the media was going to be, it was always hard when new relationships were forming.

they were back home in monaco now, settled in max's apartment, safe from being bombarded with paparazzi. his big blue eyes were now looking up at her, she gave him a small kiss on the forehead, "you are fine max. maybe if you want, you can take the horse by the reigns and post something yourself?"

"your mind amazes me sometimes, schatje."

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maxverstappen1 Hi, just wanted to come on here to say that I do indeed have a girlfriend and we had a fun time in France 🥐 Please be nice to her, she is my best friend and the love of my life and I hope all of you have the respect to love her as equally as you do with me 😊 Don't bombard her Instagram as she would like to keep it private for the time being, please respect that. I didn't want to share her with you guys at first, but here she is. I love you schatje 💕 tagged: yourusername

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maxverstappen1: 😘

user8: OH OKAY MAX, DEFINITELY NEEDED THIS ON THE TL THIS MORNING.

user9: hand placement??? max, the man that you are.

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user10: nooo, her insta is private :(

user11: please respect her privacy, max said it himself.

user12: woah, we can barely see her face but i know that she's gorgeous...

user13: right????

user14: please drop more faceless y/n content, we wanna see T__T liked by creator ♡

user15: fist in my mouth rn

user16: NEW WAG ON THE STREETS

"schatje?" max's morning voice croaked out from the bedroom, she was in the kitchen with the two cats cooking some breakfast for the both of them, she called out from the kitchen, saying that she was cooking them both breakfast before she felt arms wrap around her middle and face being buried in the crook of her neck.

"you left bed without me," max mumbled, and she hummed a response, still focused on the stove which was still on. it's been a few months of her being back and he's been savoring these lazy mornings when he could.

there was a two week formula one break, which meant more time with her and max loved spending time with her and she knew how much he did, the clinginess was going down a bit more everyday, maybe because he was getting used to her presence being a constant in his life again.

they spent a lazy morning together, eating breakfast in bed with the kitties. they seemed to love her, preferring her to feed them over max. she would laugh when max would feel betrayed after calling them over when they were in your arms, not wanting to move an inch.

he understood why though, he loved her as much as the cats did, maybe more.

SÃO PAULO, BRAZIL.

a beautiful performance by max on the race, and an even more beautiful face waiting for him as he finished first place. the first person he ran to was her, it was muscle memory at this point. wrapping her in an embrace, even though the race suit he wore was soaked in rainwater and clung onto him like a second skin.

"this one was for you, schatje," he whispered in her ear as everyone erupted into cheers for max. he had an incredible drive, starting from p17 to finish off winning the race. an absolute masterclass if she did say so herself.

to say that he only specifically dedicated this race for her, was a lie. he dedicated every race to her, and she was always there for him whether he finished first place or maybe got the result that wasn't satisfactory to him, he still dedicated it to her and she was always there. cheering him on, unconditionally.

he was so proud of himself, and so happy that the love of his life was able to watch his incredible performance.

kisses were trailed down from her neck all the way down to her stomach, max was going to worship her tonight if it was the last thing he did.

she was wearing his favorite set he had bought for her, maybe because of his win earlier today, maybe just to relieve some stress but he didn't care. all that he cared was his girlfriend looked delectable and he was there to feast tonight.

his kisses ended just right as he reached her core, a soft whine erupting from her throat before he gently tugged away at the panties that were covering her.

god, he loved her so much. she looked like a goddess on his hotel bed like that.

and feast he did, he pulled her legs apart and ate.

her hands automatically reached for his head of hair, tugging on it gently as moans escaped her, whether she was willing or unwilling to let them out.

he knew how to make her feel good and he was going to exploit that tonight.

the next morning, she was sore all over, bending in some weird positions max insisted on trying. she wasn't mad though, just a tiny bit sore, "you okay, liefje?" max mumbled against her lips, they were both very indecent under the covers.

she pecks him on the lips before she had a sparkle in her eye, "i think i'm ready to take this thing officially public."

"oh i've been waiting to show your pretty face off, schatje."

ABU DHABI, UAE.

"AS MAX VERSTAPPEN CROSSES THE FINISH LINE, HE WILL BE CROWNED KING OF THE WORLD DRIVER'S CHAMPIONSHIP. AN INCREDIBLE DRIVE FROM HIM, MARKING THIS HIS FOURTH IN A ROW."

the first face he searched for in the crowd when he got out of the car was hers, the smile she had on her face was unforgettable. she looked so proud and happy for him.

she almost fell over from the force of the hug that she was captured in, she had so much love in her heart for him and seeing him win his fourth world driver's championship in person was so much better than seeing it from the screen.

max kissed her, hard. he worked so hard for this. he earned this with blood, swear and tears all so he could impress his pretty girl, he promised that he would all those years ago, and here they were.

"i did it for you schatje, i want you to be proud of me, so i got my fourth wdc," he spoke after he disconnected from the kiss, and all she could do was smile at him, not having enough words.

soon, he was whisked away to celebrate with his team and all he could see when he looked back to meet her eyes filled with love.

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maxverstappen1 As the year comes to an end, I would like to announce my retirement from Formula 1. It has been such a pleasure to work with splendid people whilst at @/redbullracing, I could have never asked for a better team. Cheers to spending the rest of my life with @/yourusername!

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yourusername: we look so cute in the new years photo :( liked by creator ♡

maxverstappen1: You are the cutest, liefje.

yourusername: i love you

maxverstappen1: I love you too.

user17: is this.... an marriage announcement........

user18: WELL HE DID SAY "CHEERS TO SPEDNING THE REST OF MY LIFE" SO...

user19: patiently waiting for the engagement post...

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"this is the area that i used to live in," she had offered a trip around asia, wanting to feel the various seasons that asia had to offer, their first stop was korea, she wanted to show max where she basically grew up in. the area, the food, the culture. she loved every piece of korea even though it did prevent her from being with max.

it didn't matter though, they were here together now.

she walked max through all of it, her school, her university. her favorite places to eat, and meeting up with some of her high school friends, all of them not knowing that she were indeed friends (and dating) the ex-formula one driver, four time world champion max verstappen.

the looks on their faces were priceless, she wished she could've snapped a pic. all of them were formula one fans, of course. courtesy of her, she forced them to watch the races even when they didn't want to and turned them into fans of the sport. now they watched on their free time, she never mentioned that she used to know max though, not wanting to sound delusional.

"it's fucking cold here schatje," max's teeth were chattering against eachother, she could only laugh. the winters here were definitely colder than the ones he would usually experience in belgium, so she wasn't bewildered when he didn't feel comfortable with the cold nipping his skin, "how the fuck did you survive this for ten years? my ass is freezing out here."

she could only laugh before hooking her arm around his and guiding him to the nearest convenience store to warm up.

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yourusername hi everyone, i've finally decided to unprivate my instagram due to popular request. me and max are very much having such a fun time holiday-ing in asia! thank you for supporting max through his formula one journey and i hope you will continue to support him as he retires and moves onto new things <3 tagged maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1: The third picture basically sums up how much I love you. liked by creator ♡

yourusername: oh stop it.

maxverstappen1: You love me, don't deny it. liked by creator ♡

yourusername: that i do :D

user21: OH MY GOD SHE IS SOOOO PRETTY? liked by creator ♡

user22: better than my expectations, she blew it out of the park.

alexandrasaintmleux: finally the world sees what i see every week! you are such a gorgeous girl, i'm so happy max has you as his girlfriend. liked by creator ♡

yourusername: oh stop it, you are too sweet alex <3

user23: SO UR SAYING U'VE BEEN SEEING THIS EVERY WEEKEND WHILE WE'RE STARVING?

user24: oh my goodness, you look beautiful liked by creator ♡

fransisca.c.gomes: lovely girl! hope you're having fun touring around in asia!! liked by creator ♡

yourusername: thanks so much kika!

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yourusername: we'll stop by once we reach south east asia!! i promise!!

PARIS, FRANCE.

max had planned everything out, once they finished their tour around asia, he would fly her out to paris to finally propose to her. he had it planned for months now, he didn't want to ruin this. he wanted this to be perfect so he had both sides of the family be there to celebrate the occasion.

he had always dreamt about proposing to her in paris ever since their first trip when she first came back to europe, he just wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, it was crucial to his well-being that she was going to be there for the rest of his life or else he might throw a tantrum (he says he's joking but i bet he will).

max had been in contact with her mother, planning it to her expectations, making sure that every single detail was in place and nothing was going wrong.

his heart was beating out of his chest when they boarded the jet to go back to 'monaco', she absolutely had no idea and he needed this to go perfectly or he might have a heart attack.

getting settled in the plane was easy for her, it was second nature at this point by how much they were traveling. she would always ask the cost to max but he would avoid the question and tell her that it doesn't matter what the cost is, as long as she's happy.

she would roll her eyes and blow him a raspberry at the response.

"you are such a child, schatje," max would laugh but she just pouted and looked the other way, not wanting to see his face while he teased her. it was annoying, but she loved him either way.

she had fallen asleep in his arms halfway through the flight and max thought that this would be a perfect opportunity for him to surprise her.

she was confused at first when she arrived in paris, she did remember correctly that max had told her that they would be going back to monaco in order to wind down and just relax after the long year of the two of them traveling around the world to chase races.

but what confused her even more was the blindfold, what the hell was max planning?

max had a grin on his face the entire time, he felt giddy even though he was the one proposing. he just couldn't wait to see the look on her face when her blindfold was off.

"so what are we doing in paris again, liefje?" she had asked but max could only laugh in response, he didn't want to reveal whatever he had planned, so he simply just told her that it was a surprise and she would know once she got there.

he had booked out an entire restaurant, wanting this to be a private event just for friends and family. they were arriving soon, and soon enough, they were setting foot into the outdoor part of the restaurant.

"keep your blindfold on until i say so, okay schatje?" max had told her and she nodded in response, all of their friends and family were in attendance, watching quietly as max got into position. he had ordered the words "WILL YOU MARRY ME?" in big bold letters filled with peonies, her favorite.

and in the middle was him, holding out a little ring box while being on one knee, "okay my love, take off your blindfold."

a gasp escapes her lips when she sees what's in front of her, realizing that this was indeed a proposal, tears quickly pricked her eyes as she saw max kneeling on one knee, "hi schatje, we've been best friends for our entire lives, and i want to ask you to be my best friend forever. our lives have been filled with ups and downs and i want you to be there for every up and for every down in my life. so what do you say, schatje? will you marry me?"

a sob sounded out from her as she covered her mouth, tears spilled out freely before she choked out a 'yes, of course i will marry you max verstappen'.

max came up to hug her as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause from behind them which scared her, she cried even more when she realized how much thought was put into this surprise, all of her family and friends were there, celebrating their engagement together.

"oh my god, you did all this for me?" she sobbed into max's embrace before he chuckled and nodded, he wanted this day to be so special.

the couple shared a loving kiss before greeting the crowd.

taglist > @seonghwaexile @dying-inside-but-its-classy @angstynasty thank you so much for the support on the first part, i absolutely adore every single one of you guys <3

[jenomi]

after your boyfriend jaemin shuts your car door for you, he quickly loads the trunk with your picnic date necessities before hopping into the driver seat.

jaemin planned a cute picnic date for the both you all by himself. whenever you asked him if he needed your help planning or doing anything for the date, he would say, "no, just pick something cute to wear. i'll handle the rest" with a smile.

this happens often, jaemin always taking charge for planning every single detail when it comes to dates. today, he was prepping your lunch in a bento box for the picnic and when you tried to help him cut the fruit, he would lightly push you away and make you sit down. you pouted and insisted on helping him, but eventually you gave up since you knew jaemin would never give in.

jaemin grabs your hand over the console of the car and starts to drive to your favorite park for dates. on the way there, you roll down your window to soak in the sun and let the wind through your hair. the stereo was playing jaemin's playlist, which you loved as he had the best music taste and it fit the vibe for today.

you watch jaemin expertly parallel park his car on the road, hand on the back of your seat, eyes and jaw set in focus as he slots himself perfectly between two cars.

"great job~" you both say in sync, making you laugh at how jaemin complimented himself on his parking skills.

as you unload the car, jaemin has no choice but to let you help him but he only lets you carry the blanket (the lightest thing he brought). you both settle on a spot that's half shaded by a large oak tree and half in the sun. it was a warm day but there was still a small breeze in the air that made the temperature perfect.

you and jaemin work together to lay out the blanket that could easily fit 4 people, but you know that you and jaemin will be pressed together the whole time that more than half the space will barely be used.

finally, jaemin takes out a bento box of the food he prepared himself. you gasp at not only how much food there is, but also how beautiful it all looks. onigiri balls, savory ham & cheese sandwiches, dessert sandwiches with the strawberries cut to look like hearts when cut in half, kimbap and other picnic essentials are fit perfectly into the 3-tiered bento.

"jaem, this look so good!" you exclaim, grabbing a grape from one of the boxes.

"anything for my girl," jaemin smiles at your excitement at his food before pecking you on the cheek. he can always count on you to praise his cooking, even if it's the simplest thing like a sandwich.

you give him a quick peck on the lips before digging into the lunch jaemin prepared. of course, jaemin insists on feeding you some bites here and there and his habit of opening his mouth when feeding you shows itself making you giggle each time. as you eat, jaemin watches you as your eyes light up when your favorite flavors hit your tongue and laughs as you dance a little at how happy you are in this moment. he brings out his camera to snap a few pictures, most of them you're looking at jaemin behind the camera shy and telling him not to take pictures of you eating.

"whyy you look so cute," he says snapping another picture of you with a grape in your cheek and your cheeks flushing at his compliment.

as the boxes clear out, jaemin brings out two coloring books, your new favorite hobby. he pulls out a box of markers from his picnic bag and sets them between the two of you.

you both start coloring a page while laying on your stomach, but jaemin keeps getting distracted by you. he keeps snapping pictures of you coloring the page, smiling and hair falling over your face (jaemin tucks it behind your ear ofc).

jaemin's page is completely abandoned as he wraps his arm around your shoulders and watches you color your page, offering suggestions here and there which you take.

as you finish the page, jaemin exclaims, "IT'S PERFECT!" one of his many exclamations whenever you show him a completed coloring page. you laugh and push his shoulder.

"what? did i lie? it's perfect!" jaemin continues, you know he's saying it in a joking tone but really means it.

"no, you didn't lie. of course it's perfect, i made it," you reply proudly in return.

now its jaemin's turn to laugh. you smile at him before kissing him on both cheeks and the lips. jaemin lays down with his hands under his head and you laying on top of him. you share your moments of comfortable silence mixed in with random conversation.

as you start to draw hearts with your finger in random spots over his chest, you hear from him say, "i love you too."

"i love you more," you whisper kissing his neck.

"not possible," jaemin smirks.

as you're about try to fight him about it, jaemin interrupts by grabbing your face and kissing you. guess you'll have to let him think he loves you more.

[prettymfwrites]

Ink & Flannels

Tattoo artist Ellie x female reader

Cute girl in a flannel gives you a sweet thigh tat

Inspired by a lil dream I had about a special someone

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Ink and Flannels

The waiting area smelled faintly of antiseptic and citrus, the low hum of a machine buzzing from the back of the studio. Y/N shifted nervously in her seat, absentmindedly flipping through a worn-out portfolio filled with intricate designs. The sound of a door creaking open drew her attention, and a deep, steady voice broke through the quiet atmosphere.

“Y/N?”

She looked up, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing in the doorway was a striking woman in a flannel shirt rolled up to her elbows, revealing a sleeve of intricate leaf-like tattoo climbing her arm. Her auburn hair was messy, and her green eyes sparkled with a quiet confidence as she held a clipboard in one hand.

“That’s me,” Y/N said, standing up and smoothing her hands down her skirt.

Ellie smiled, the kind that made her dimples show. “Follow me.”

Y/N trailed after her, her eyes lingering on the tattoos that wrapped around Ellie’s forearm. The detail was breathtaking, but her gaze kept getting distracted by the way Ellie’s muscles flexed beneath her flannel.

They reached a room in the back with a cozy, creative vibe. Posters and sketches plastered the walls, and a faint smell of ink filled the air. Ellie gestured toward the chair in the center.

“Take a seat. You nervous?” she asked, pulling on a pair of black gloves and setting her clipboard down.

“A little,” Y/N admitted as she perched on the edge of the chair.

“First time?” Ellie asked, pulling out her tools and prepping the machine.

Y/N shook her head. “No, I’ve got a back piece—a songbird.”

Ellie paused for a moment, glancing up at her. “A songbird? That’s pretty cool. Does it mean something to you?”

“It reminds me of my mom,” Y/N said softly. “She loved song birds. Always said they were free spirits.”

Ellie’s expression softened as she nodded. “That’s beautiful.”

Y/N felt her cheeks warm under Ellie’s gaze, but before she could dwell on it, Ellie snapped on the machine.

“So, thigh tattoo, huh?” Ellie said, quirking a brow. “That’s a good spot. You ready?”

Y/N nodded, and Ellie got to work, her gloved hand steady as she began the design. The sensation of the needle against her skin made Y/N flinch slightly, her muscles tensing.

“Hey,” Ellie said, her voice low and soothing. “It’s okay, pretty. Relax for me.”

The nickname sent Y/N’s heart racing, and she tried to will herself to stay calm. Ellie’s touch was firm yet gentle, and her presence was somehow reassuring.

“You’re doing great,” Ellie said after a moment, her eyes flicking up to meet Y/N’s. “Just let me know if you need a break.”

“Thanks,” Y/N murmured, her voice quieter than she intended.

As Ellie worked, she kept up the conversation, her tone light and teasing.

“So, what do you do when you’re not getting cool tattoos from me?”

Y/N chuckled. “I work in marketing. Not as exciting as being a tattoo artist.”

Ellie smirked. “You’d be surprised. Some days it’s less ‘art’ and more babysitting drunk walk-ins.”

Y/N laughed. “I’m sure you handle it like a pro.”

Ellie grinned. “Oh, I do. But enough about me—what made you want this tattoo?”

Y/N shrugged, though her voice was earnest. “It’s just... something I’ve wanted for a while. A little reminder to be brave, you know?”

Ellie nodded, her expression thoughtful as she worked.

As the session went on, Ellie’s teasing grew bolder. At one point, she glanced up and quirked a brow. “You’re surprisingly calm now. Guess I have that effect on people.”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?”

Ellie chuckled. “Only when I’m right. Besides, you’re in my chair. That means I win.”

Y/N smirked. “Win what?”

“Everything,” Ellie shot back with a wink.

Y/N’s heart did a little flip at that. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m single, too,” Ellie added casually, as if it were an afterthought.

Y/N raised a brow. “Really? I’m surprised. You’re the typical hot masc.”

Ellie stopped the machine and looked at her, amused. “Hot masc, huh? Does that mean you think I’m hot?”

Y/N tilted her head, feigning nonchalance. “You’re like a six, maybe.”

Ellie laughed, shaking her head. “A six? Wow. Brutal.”

“What would you rate me, then?” Y/N challenged, her tone playful.

Ellie set the machine down for a moment, her green eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “You’re a very pretty girl, Y/N.”

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. “How pretty?”

Ellie leaned back, a slow smile spreading across her face. “So pretty, I’d like to take you out after this.”

Y/N’s stomach flipped, and she couldn’t fight the grin spreading across her lips. “I’d love to.”

Ellie’s eyes sparkled, and she turned back to her work, her movements steady and confident. “Good. Now sit still, pretty girl. Can’t have my future date walking around with a crooked tattoo.”

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AHHH LOVE THISSSS😖

[undead-supernova]

Chapter 2 - Series Masterlist

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

plot: you and Eddie decide you're both showing up. grab some beer, bowl. let that melted cheese on your nachos bring you to a state of vulnerability.

wc: 6k

cw: bickering, smoking, bowling, and alcohol consumption

fic title reference: We Are Going To Be Friends by The White Stripes

I Saw the TV Glow was a big inspiration for this chapter. I don't know how to explain that. They couldn't be more opposite storylines. It did spark this idea so I still have to shout it out. And I listened to the soundtrack while writing it! Beautiful.

p.s. if you havent seen I Saw the TV Glow, you totally should. it's a very important story about queerness and one of the best movies to be released this year. anyways don't think about that right now. instead, go ahead and read this chapter that I'm very proud of. watch the movie after.

There once was a boy who made your impressionable heart swell. He was the class clown, the certified It Boy of your middle school class. Not a jock by any stretch of the imagination, all lanky and desperate for just a touch of peach fuzz on his upper lip. But he was charming. And funny. And cute.

He made the girls giggle and twirl their hair, imitating the exaggerations of television. They would wear makeup to school, always quick to pass around tubes of lip gloss as soon as they left their mothers’ cars. 

You, however, stayed true to yourself. You tried the natural approach, quite certain that he would like you if you didn’t act like the other girls. Sure, he never looked your way. He never gave you a second thought. But, for some reason, that meant something to you.

The day you were assigned a seat next to him in English, he’d forgotten his book. This was your shot. This was your moment. So you offered to share yours, heads huddled together to peer down at the pages of Catcher in the Rye. Your heart was pounding in your ears, shutting out the teacher completely.

After class, he’d thanked you. Asked for your name. Told you it was really pretty. Then he asked for your help on his next paper.

And you said yes immediately, a larva without the protection of a chrysalis.

You agonized over his papers, noting that he wasn’t necessarily the best writer or all that smart, but it was him. He trusted you with his words and that meant he could trust you with his heart. At some point.

Until the end of eighth grade when he invited you to meet him on the playground, behind a large oak tree that the kids used as cover to make out. You’d approached slowly, wearing the lipstick you’d stolen from the local pharmacy.

But when you peered around, you were drenched in spoiled milk. Milk. 

A chorus of laughter sounded and you watched in horror as your crush grinned at you like you were entertainment.

His friend handed him a five dollar bill and they ran off.

That was all you were worth.

After that, you thought you knew what hurt was. What it was like to learn your lesson and never allow yourself the ability to fall into something like that again. An unrequited crush. But that was before high school, where the boys got more clever in their humiliation. Fake love notes, getting handsy at dances before calling you a freak. 

You swore never to let a boy you liked be mean to you again. You meant it.

But never once did you believe it.

It’s just a bowling alley, you thought. Spending one night with him won’t kill me.

The parking lot was nearly deserted, outside of a few Hondas and a gray Chevy Astro. Two of the street lamps were blown out, the remaining three dulled by the fierce January chill. 

You wondered if Eddie would even show up. Maybe this was his prank, one with Ashton Kutcher as an accomplice waiting around in an alley and snickering to themselves. You’d believe it. He was devious enough to make it happen.

It would be a joke for the ages, after you’d applied makeup and spent time working on your hair. You’d put on something casual but seemingly more put together, a deep brown long-sleeved shirt, leaving the first two buttons popped. Layered on top was a cropped, dark green jacket with a hood. You’d settled for dark blue jeans and Converse, sure, but the muted nude pink lipstick you pathetically checked in the sun visor was a step above your usual stupidity.

But Eddie had been insistent about this and it hurt to admit it, but you believed him. In your hardest of hearts, you trusted his word. It was aggravating.

The clock struck seven and you gave yourself one last deep breath before you got out of your car and made your way to the entrance. 

Lanesman was a frequent spot for you, a solitary activity that gave you an excuse to revert to your childhood. After you’d moved back and took this job, you found yourself gravitating towards what used to bring you joy. Bowling with the kid bumpers apparently did the trick.

Working at a high school made you realize that growing up didn’t mean forgetting. It didn’t mean an automatic erasure of what used to soothe your blues. If anything, it reinforced your need for that promise of safety.

The lobby was beige and dull, walls smattered in faded neon paint that hadn’t been updated since your youth. A miserable looking teenager stood at the concession stand, frustratedly trying to get the popcorn to pop. 

As you scanned further, you felt something shock your system as you saw Eddie standing there, waving at you with his plethora of rings twinkling in a fluorescent haze.

He looked nice tonight, with a black Henley, jeans, and Converse that mirrored yours. He started towards you, leaving you to notice the top two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. A hint of black could be spotted underneath, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as you wondered what tattoos he hid underneath.

But the thing that got you was his hair.

You’d never seen it down before, couldn’t even estimate how long you thought it would be. It hung in wavy curtains around his face and draped onto his shoulders. This was something you hadn’t seen coming. And here he was, sidling up to you.

“You’re early,” you started.

“Yeah, well,” he replied with a shrug. “I’m honestly shocked you showed up.”

“Yes, it seems that we are both in a state of shock.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “You’ll have to trust me eventually, you know.”

“We’ll see about that,” you shot back, shaking your head.

He snorted. “Alright, well. I’ll get the shoes if you get the beer.”

“I can do that,” you agreed before giving him your shoe size.

Eddie lifted his fingers and shot you with finger guns. “Always believed in you.”

He winked. 

Frustration flooded your system as he held your gaze for a moment too long. “I’m leaving now,” you murmured before walking away.

“You do that.”

Yeah, I will, you thought. Dickhead.

You made your way to the counter where that poor kid held up a finger as he attempted to fix the popcorn machine. The sounds of the arcade in the other room projected into the concession area, electronic sounds and buzzers trying to lure children in. As if there were any here in the first place. 

Eventually you ordered, getting a pitcher of beer and nachos. As you waited for the cheese machine to whirl back to life, you found your eyes wandering over towards the shoe hut. 

Eddie was laughing at something the kid said before taking two pairs of shoes and heading towards the back where the lanes were. Those areas were covered in blue wallpaper with pink squiggles, glowing neon in the rotating lights. He faded into the glow, dropping the shoes onto the table. 

You wondered why he’d gotten here early, going so far as to avoid the observation once you’d acknowledged it. This wasn’t even including his attitude being much more reserved than usual. He didn’t mock you once in that entire interaction. 

The night was still young, though.

When you walked over, Eddie’s eyes lit up at the sight of goodies in your arms.

“Beer and nachos?” he asked.

“Got a problem with nachos?”

Eddie grabbed a chip, drenching it in as much cheese as he could. “No, but you will after I eat all of them,” he said before tossing it into his mouth.

“Of course you’d never leave me any,” you commented as you set down the cups, beer, and nachos next to the shoes. 

He swallowed before shaking his head. “You know I can just get us some more, right?”

You shrugged off your coat, tossing it over his. “So that you can eat all of those, too?”

“These are some harsh accusations.”

“They’re hunches,” you countered, crossing your arms over your chest.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Come on. Tonight’s supposed to be about starting over, remember?”

You knew he was right. This was supposed to be a truce. Where was your can-do attitude? 

You took a deep breath before saying, “Yeah, okay. Sure. Yes. Starting over.”

Eddie smiled at you before throwing out his hand. “Hi, I’m Eddie Munson. Nice to meet you.”

You stared down at his hand. “We’re doing this?”

His smile widened. “We are.”

“Okay, fine.” You introduced yourself before taking his hand in yours. Shaking it, you added, “It’s nice to meet you.”

“What do you do for work?”

You snorted. “Uh, I’m a freshman English teacher at South Jefferson High School.”

He gave you a surprised expression. “You’re serious?”

“Uh, yeah?” you asked, confused.

He placed his free hand on his chest. “I’m a freshman English teacher at South Jefferson High School.” 

That was when you realized what was going on. What Eddie was attempting to do. You were really starting over. And if he was animated about this bit then, fuck it, you could be, too. 

Enthusiastically, you exclaimed, “What? That’s crazy!”

Eddie grinned, sparking something inside you. “Isn’t it?”

“How come I’ve never seen you around before?” you asked, fully playing along now.

“I don’t know! I’m in room 11A.”

You gasped. “I’m in 14A.”

“This is so bizarre.”

“I know. Small world, huh?”

In the silence that followed, you became aware of pressure that remained against your palm. The forgotten sensation that had your eyes lowering to your hand. They were joined, warmth being passed back and forth as your playful exchange came to a close. It felt like you couldn’t breathe.

So, you let go.

“Wanna bowl?” you asked, still feeling hazy. “With…me?”

Eddie coughed before sticking his hands in his back pockets. “Absolutely. Though, I have to warn you that I have the bumpers up.”

You smiled. “That’s the only way to play.”

Eddie won the first round. 

However, much to his dismay, you won the second.

It involved a lot of groans, snorts, and retreats to the beer pitcher in between turns. Overall, it was a pretty civil affair which surprised Eddie. He wondered how you felt about it.

The two of you now sat on top of the joint tables, having gone through a second pitcher of beer and demolished another helping of nachos. There’d only been one or two lanes taken up since you started, the room still in near silence outside of “I Wanna Love You” by Akon and Snoop Dogg playing over the crackled speakers. 

You sat close to one another, mirroring each other. Both you and Eddie were hunched over, feet planted on the chair in front. But as the conversation continued, you were turning closer to one another. The distance didn’t really feel like distance anymore.

Eddie was finishing off his final sip of beer when you suggested, “What if we did honesty hour?”

He glanced over at you, slowly lowering his cup. “What, like ask each other questions?”

“Yeah, and the other person has to answer. Nonegotiable.”

That was rather brave of you. And bold. You avoided any and all sense of trying to understand him. Not once did you ask him a question that wasn’t drenched in kerosene. Plus, what did you know about honesty? You grew defensive at any hint of curiosity and hostile when he reiterated whatever you told him. Could this really be considered progress or just a chance to seem like the good guy?

“Oh, I don’t know if you could handle your own game,” he challenged.

“What!” you exclaimed, lifting your hands.

He shook his head, unable to believe you were seriously that shocked. “You always have this look in your eye,” he said, wiggling his fingers in your face.

“What look?” you asked, slapping his hand away.

“Like you’re withholding information.”

One of your eyebrows twitched. “Is it wrong for me to keep some things to myself?” you argued, a forced chuckle leaving your lips. “I don’t need to tell you every thought in my head.”

“Why not?” “Because you make fun of everything I do!”

Eddie shook his head again, your irony bordering on comical. “You get mad at everything I do. Why do you get to be all high and mighty about it?”

“Because at least I keep my opinions to myself.”

“You make your opinions very clear, actually.” You rolled your eyes. “Okay, so are we gonna start or what? I don’t wanna do this if you’re gonna keep getting defensive.”

You let out a small groan. “Okay, yes. Fine.”

“We’ll start off easy, okay?” You nodded. “What was your favorite part of Napoleon Dynamite?”

You chuckled, catching him off guard. Then you smiled and an unexpected ease filled his chest. “Oh, most definitely Napoleon test tasting the milk.”

“It’s so nasty,” he agreed, feeling a laugh escape him. “Almost as good as the part when he watches Pedro ride his bike and asks if he can too and—”

“And he breaks the ramp!” you finished for him.

He nodded emphatically. “Yes, exactly!”

“I loved it. It was really funny.”

“What can I say? I have good taste.”

“You have one point,” you told him, holding up your pointer finger. “One.”

He shrugged. “That’s one more than yesterday.”

“Guess that means it’s my turn to ask a question?”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “I think I have a few more.”

“What? I came up with the idea.”

“Yes, but you always dodge answering anything honestly.”

“As if you don’t say anything other than,” you lowered your voice, “Oh, look at me. I’m so cool. You’re just jealous ‘cause I’m just so cool.”

Eddie snorted. “And what do you think you do?” He raised the pitch of his voice. “What? How dare you! Stop that! Ugh. I could never.”

“Yeah, okay,” you agreed. “I do sound like that.”

“Finally rolling an eighteen for once.”

You paused. Eddie watched as you looked down. “Did you just…” you trailed, eyes slowly coming back up to meet his. “Did you just make a Dungeons and Dragons reference?”

“Maybe.”

A loud chortle flew through the air as you exclaimed, “Oh my god! You’re a nerd!”

He rolled his eyes. “Nerd? Really? Are we in high school?” You gave him a playful shrug. “The fact that you know the rules means you’re just as big of a nerd as I am.”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed. “It’s not a bad thing. It just feels like. Well. I don’t know. I guess, to me, it feels like you’re a real human being now.”

“That’s because you have forgotten to ask me anything about myself.” You opened your mouth, but he beat you to the punch. “Which you can do after I ask mine.”

“Okay, fine,” you replied with a huff.

“Do you actually enjoy teaching at SJ?”

“Of course I do,” you said too quickly, eyes narrowing.

Eddie shook his head. “Defensive. I really am asking. It’s not a trap.”

“Fine, fine,” you agreed, holding up your hands. “I enjoy what I’ve started doing. I mean, I don’t think I’ve made the impact that I’ve wanted to, which was why getting the opportunity to do this full-time was really exciting.”

“Do you think this’ll be a long term thing? Teaching here?”

“I hope so. Maybe not forever, but I want to right now. I think I owe it to these kids who’re already in such a vulnerable phase in their lives. It keeps getting scarier out in the world. The least I can do is try to help make it easier with the small pocket of time I have in their lives.”

“That’s really sweet,” Eddie whispered, and he meant it.

“Oh, thanks,” you whispered back. “I mean it.”

“Does your family live around here? Or your, uh, boyfriend.” He panicked when you raised an eyebrow. “Or girlfriend. I, uh, I don’t judge.”

Shaking your head, you said, “No, my family isn’t around. I haven’t seen them in over a year. I moved back and then they moved across the country. Besides, we barely call. We’re all bad at using the phone. I write them sometimes, but it’s usually attached to cheesy holiday cards.” You looked down at your cup. “And no. I don’t have a partner of any kind at the moment.”

“Interesting,” he said.

“Do you?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Do I what?”

“Do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?”

Eddie almost said, “Why do you wanna know?” But you were making real progress for once. He couldn’t fuck it up now. Not when your eyes were returning to his, brave and unafraid now.

“I do not,” he answered. “I don’t have a partner of any kind right now.”

“And your family?”

It was his turn to cower away. “Yikes,” he whispered, planting a goofy expression on his face to soften the blow. “Uh, yeah. My dad’s in jail and my mom passed when I was a kid. My uncle lived around here but he actually met a nice guy so now they pose as roommates in Ohio.”

“What’s in Ohio?”

That was your answer? To everything he just said, giving you the basics of a fucked up childhood, the only thing you had to respond with was a question about what state his uncle and his boyfriend settled on?

“Dave, I guess,” he replied, studying your lack of expression. You let out a hum and nodded. “Does that not, like, weird you out?”

“What part exactly?”

“My parents.”

You shook your head. “No, not really.”

“Hm.”

“Do you want me to be weirded out?”

“No, I…” Eddie trailed before taking a deep breath. “I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

You nodded. “Then you’ll be absolutely ecstatic to know that I am far from being weirded out.”

“Incredible,” he said lightly, trying to force out a laugh. He sobered up quickly when you gave him a closed-lip smile. “Last question.”

“Hit me.”

Do you really hate me?

He blinked. “Would you go outside with me and share a cigarette?”

“Yeah,” you replied. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

So you climbed off the tables, grabbing your jackets and heading back out the front door. Eddie had been eyeing your appearance all night, especially the lipstick you’d donned. You never wore lipstick at work and you hadn’t the last few times he saw you around the city. Why now?

If only asking questions didn’t get him annihilated. 

“I’ve actually decided I want my own,” you said, turning toward him.

“Of course you do.” Your breaths fogged together as you chuckled. “Are you finally gonna try a Marlboro Red?”

Your smile bordered on mischief as you pointed your thumb at the parking lot. “I mean, I have a pack of Newports in my car. I could always go get them.”

Eddie shook his head, slipping his pack out of his jacket. “Nah, I don’t trust you to come back.”

Snapping, you said, “Damn. You foiled my epic evil plan.”

“I see right through you.”

“You sure do.”

Eddie held out a lone cigarette for you to take. You gave him a small smile before plucking it from his fingers and sliding it between your teeth. He tried handing you the lighter but you shook your head.

“You’re not gonna light it for me?” you asked around the cigarette. “Some manners you’ve got.”

With only a snort as a response, Eddie lit both of your cigarettes at the same time. The smoke swirled through the air, mimicking a blanket of snow you were sure to get in the next few weeks.

The banter between you was nice. Eddie had made his peace with the constant back and forth, but nothing felt better than this. The two of you being civil and, if not friends, friendly. Your scowl had faded, leaving behind your gentler expressions. If he didn’t find you beautiful before, there was something almost explosive about what he saw now.

He wondered what it was like to grow up so wondrous. What kind of kid you were and whether you experienced the atrocities that he had in high school. What did you turn into after, when you could grasp at the sleeves of freedom? Did your fingers ever slip?

You bent down to stub out the cigarette before tossing it in the trash can next to the door. Eddie watched you, wondering how he could keep you from leaving. Sure, you probably weren’t thinking about leaving. But. Still.

He needed more time with you. He needed more time to understand you. And if you were to walk away from here tonight without divulging those details, he thought he’d explode. Especially when you’d be back as coworkers the following week.

So, he got an idea.

“We should go to the little arcade inside.”

“Why, so I can beat your ass?”

“Woah there!” Eddie exclaimed. “Trash talk. I like it.”

You took a step towards the door, watching as he flicked his cigarette out onto the pavement. “Guess you’re rubbing off on me.”

Before you could pull any further, Eddie was taking the handle from you. “I should do it more often,” he replied, gesturing for you to walk through.

“It’s only ‘cause I’m a little tipsy.”

“You didn’t have to drink the beer. I mean, it is kinda shitty.”

You shrugged. “I’ve been having fun. Sue me.”

“Then you’ll be excited to know that the arcade is the final showdown.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah, think about it. I won the first round. You won the second, right?” You nodded. “So who is the winner?”

“We could tie and practice good sportsmanship.”

“What’s the fun in that?”

You giggled. You fucking giggled.

It jolted him. It wasn’t lightning, but rather the shock of static electricity on an unforgiven doorknob. 

“You’re right,” you said with a shrug.

God, he really fucking liked you.

“We’ll play three rounds,” Eddie started, fiddling with the coins in his hands. “First are Galaga and Target Terror. And then, for our final showdown? The claw machine.”

“The claw machine is rigged,” you argued. “We’ll both lose.”

“Yeah, with that attitude.” You snorted. “You can’t know if you don’t try.”

Instead of whipping up some witty comeback, you trudged over to the dusty Galaga machine, noting that one of the coin slots was shattered.

Eddie came to stand next to you, plopping a coin in your palm before you thrusted it into the unbroken slot and took off.

One thing you’d failed to mention up until this point was how shitty you were at any and all arcade games. You’d once thought Galaga was your favorite, something you gravitated towards as a kid. The flashes of neon against the black, with only specks of color to create the illusion of a night sky. It always drew you in, the feeling that you were escaping somewhere outside yourself. Outside of the reality— 

“Oh, come on, really?” you exclaimed as you failed. 

“You’re just smashing the keys,” Eddie groaned.

You shot him a look. “But that’s what you’re supposed to do!”

“Well,” he started, bumping your hip with his. “Doesn’t matter now ‘cause you’re dead. Officially. Time for you to scoot over. Come on.”

Reluctantly, you switched places. 

And, boy, were you immediately intimidated.

Eddie was a whiz, all calm and collected as he focused on the screen like his life depended on it. His fingers stretched, skillfully defending space from the countless hoards of aliens and other creatures that dared to cross his path. 

He finally died at the low low score of 140,820. 

“What the fuck?” you muttered as he took a step back and grinned at you.

“So that’s, what, two points now for me and one for you?”

You tried to suppress your glare. “Good job,” you said through your teeth.

Eddie gave you a bow. “Why, thank you. Sometimes it pays off to be a nerd.”

It wasn’t that you were a sore loser. But you were with a sore winner. Now it was time to get your revenge. How you would do that was beyond you, but you had to try.

“Come on,” you told him.

Your next destination was the Target Terror, taking the red gun before he even approached. For good measure, you turned and pretended to shoot him. Eddie let out a dramatic gasp before clutching his chest and falling to the floor.

Laughter tumbled out of you without any thought, made boisterous when he twitched and kept making the stupidest noises you’d ever heard before finally playing dead.

“Bravo,” you complimented.

Like a flattened cartoon character, he regenerated and sprung back up to his feet. 

“I’m a natural, I know,” he responded, sliding coins in for you both.

“Yeah, you should be the next drama teacher.”

He grabbed the blue gun. “I actually think I’d kick ass at it.”

He didn’t sound like he was joking.

As you went to shoot the start button, you couldn’t help but look over at Eddie. He was checking out the gun and deciding on his hand placement as if that mattered. But you were thinking about something else.

Eddie was a good guy, wasn’t he? Take away his revolting arrogance and inability to keep his mouth shut and you could see a person underneath. His ambition mirrored yours and maybe, just maybe, his heart had been in the right place all along. Maybe there was more to him that you wanted to learn.

You wanted to be his friend.

Eddie caught your eye, pausing to look up at you. “What?” he asked. “You waiting on me?”

“Um.” You made yourself look back at the screen. “Yeah, I want to win fair and you’re taking too long. So. Uh. Let’s play.”

Without another word, you shot the first level and the two of you were off, trying to kill as many bad guys as you could. Though, they were kinda lame, just some guys in hoodies and sunglasses. A few of them were women which you appreciated, but they were the only ones who seemed like they had any real backstories. 

You tried not to sneak a glance over at Eddie’s score, but you couldn’t help it. You were winning. He seemed to be struggling, glancing over at you every so often. His frustrated looks sat in your peripheral, leaving you with a shit eating grin on your face as you took your sweet time. 

“What the hell,” he said when it hit game over.

You pretended to blow smoke off of your plastic gun before putting it back. “You were just smashing the trigger,” you said. “So, that’s, what? Two points for me, two for you?”

Eddie sighed. “Guess I deserved that one.”

You smirked. 

The claw machine was the final destination, lined in yellow and emitting a neon glow. Turning to look at Eddie, you saw the neon illuminating his dark eyes which were solely on you. 

You nearly did a double take, suddenly overwhelmed by the exposure.

“What?” you asked.

“What?” he retorted, smirking.

“You’re staring at me.”

“Maybe I am.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause you’re really pretty.”

Your gut twisted again. “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah, of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?’

“I feel like you look at me as some, I don’t know, clownish hag or something.”

“Clownish hag?” he repeated.

“Or something.”

Eddie laughed. “You’re just saying that because that’s how you see me.”

“You think that I think you’re a clownish hag?”

“Isn’t that why you’re so annoyed by me?”

“No, I’m annoyed by you because your goal in life is to make mine miserable.”

“Sure, yeah. Let’s go with that.” You rolled your eyes. “So how do you see me then? Hm?” “I mean, a guy like you already knows how pretty he is. I don’t think I have to be the one to tell you that.”

His eyebrows lifted. “Pretty, huh?”

“What?” you asked, blinking.

“You think I’m pretty, too.”

“Objectively, yes.”

“Objectively,” he repeated, snorting.

“You can’t deny it.”

“Only if you don’t deny finding me pretty.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Alright. Come on.” He gestured towards the machine. “Go ahead and try.”

Your eyes lingered on him for possibly a second too long before you returned your attention to the claw machine. Hitting the start button, you moved the claw around the box. You were sure this was going to fail. There was no other way for this to go.

Eddie called me pretty.

It was a rigged system. You give them your money, left with the unspoken contract that this was a game of chance. You paid for what you got in the end. No take backs. No refunds. What you ended up with was what you ended up with. There was no return to the way things were before you gave away something so special. 

Eddie called me pretty.

But in the end, there really was nothing left to lose. So, you slammed your hand down on the button.

Eddie called me pretty.

Slowly, the claw extended and fell against a small tiger plushie. It clamped down on its head before slowly rising. You gasped as it stayed secure and moved towards the safety box inside. Then, the claw opened.

And you won.

Almost simultaneously, you and Eddie erupted in shrieks, jumping up and down as you stared at the machine in disbelief. 

“Oh my god!” you exclaimed.

His eyes sparkled. “You did it!” 

“I know! That was crazy!”

Eddie laughed and gave you a high five. “That was amazing.”

You shrugged. “I’m the best, what can I say?”

“Can’t disagree with you there, sweetheart.”

You felt your eyes widen, mirroring the same exact movement now coming from him. 

Sweetheart.

Of all the names you’d been given from crushes, part-time lovers, and partners, never had you heard the word sweetheart.

It sent a wave of bubbles to your gut before floating up, up, up and into your throat. You tried to clear it, but nothing could get it out. Eddie held your stare, seemingly unable to make a comment. Unable to call you out for what you surely knew he knew despite you not really knowing for yourself. 

What was happening?

“Eddie?”

You heard him take a sharp inhale as his name left your lips. It was the first time you’d uttered it out loud. To yourself. To someone else.

To him.

“Can I ask you something?”

He nodded, slowly. “Anything.”

You could feel yourself unraveling. “Do you really want to be my friend?” you whispered.

Eddie’s expression softened. “Of course I do.”

“Do you really mean that?”

“Yes.” He didn’t even blink.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

The catch in your throat was enough.

Eddie’s hands lifted, fingers slowly curling around your cheeks before bringing your lips to his. 

It was the meteor you never saw coming. A gentle kind of impact. It’s intense and explosive, but there’s safety. Somehow, Eddie’s the reason why. 

He was gone too quickly, not giving you enough time to process why he was making you feel this way. But his eyes met yours and suddenly he was the breathless one.

“Uh, sorry,” he said, taking slow blinks.

You didn’t know what to say. Too many questions were caught in your throat. Was this manipulation? Was this real? And if it was, did that mean he liked you? Did that mean that you liked him?

But Eddie began to take a step back and it angered you to no end.

“Don’t you dare,” you grumbled, grabbing onto that stupid open collar of his. “Come here.” You pulled him back toward you, connecting your lips once more.

The trance fixed itself, your brain struck with neon pixels of excitement, of bewilderment. There was this need to completely consume him. To take his breath as your own so that you may understand who he is and what makes this so different.

You knew you’d never be the same after this ended.

Eddie was quick to reverse the roles, turning you around pulling you to the other side of the claw machine, hiding you both. You had no problem shoving him against the wall, both hands on his chest now. 

He broke through your arms, reaching for your jaw once more and dragging you closer. As if that were possible. As if there was any space left between your bodies. 

It wasn’t desire. It was necessity.

Your fingers locked around his hips, digging your fingernails as hard as you could. It was instinctual, like there was no other way this could go.

He let out a deep moan, sounding more like a growl than anything else. It sprung you further as you pressed your hips against his. You found friction and chased it without hesitation. 

Hands moved down to your neck, squeezing ever so lightly.

Your goosebumps rose like static electricity. 

But then someone cleared their throat. Loudly.

You jumped away, turning to find the kid from the counter. “Uh, yeah, hi. Please stop making out in the arcade.”

“Oh, sorry,” you said.

All he did was shrug and walk away.

Slowly, your heart slowed down and you dared yourself to look back at Eddie, his pink lips coated in your lipstick.

His eyes were already on yours, but you could see little flickers to your lips. It restarted that pumping, pushing you to take a step forward.

So did he.

His hand found your elbow and drew you forward.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi.”

“That was…” he trailed.

“It was what?” you asked, feeling dread pool in your stomach.

He paused. Too long, your thoughts echoed. Too long.

And that’s when it finally hit you.

Eddie hadn’t given you a second glance before the book club debacle started. There was no indication of interest or intrigue, settling on December as the start date of his ventures. December, when it was finalized that the two of you would be sponsoring together. 

He’d come into the break room for lunch. He had to know you’d be in there, had to know already that you were co-sponsors. Why else would he try to rile you up? Why else would he try to befriend you?

He was tricking you.

This had been his plan all along. 

He was trying to get you to forget all about the book club. He was trying to take it for himself. You knew he’d certainly read enough books to know how to do it. 

This was what men did. They got you alone, vulnerable, and then stabbed you in the back. Their games were always the same. 

You’d grown up, but you were still just as naive as you were at eleven. Fifteen. Nineteen. Twenty-five.

“What am I doing?” you wondered out loud, glancing at him one last time before you turned and walked towards your coat and purse.

Eddie didn’t follow you.

Once more, you smoothed the wrinkles in your white button down and red floral skirt. Your heel-clad feet ached as you leaned against the desk at the head of the room. Next to you was Eddie, back to his bun and waiter uniform. He stood a few feet away, but you were more than conscious of his presence.

It was cumbersome, lighting your skin on fire as you gave fake smiles to every student filing into your classroom at three-ten in the afternoon. The tension was palpable, found in the awkward silence that rested between the two of you.

One by one, the students sat down and made small talk with their friends. They laughed and giggled, eyes flickering over to you two every so often.

But at three-fifteen, you heard Eddie clear his throat.

“We’re going to start by re-introducing ourselves,” he started.

You both said your names.

You couldn’t help but glance over at Eddie, watching as he did the same.

Quickly averting your gaze, you took a quick breath and looked back at the kids.

“So,” you said. “Who wants to go first?”

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thank you to @littlexdeaths for her dividers :')

[i-like-forcefem]

I want to forcefully put a “boy” into a robot body

The body would match my tastes of course, small, delicate, not an ounce of strengthen can muster

I’ll program her so that she can never talk back, but her previous consciousness will remain, screaming from the inside at her fate

She’ll just be silently serving me some tea, as I relentlessly compliment her lovely dress, her beautiful voice, her loyalty, how she’s such a good girl

inside, he is enraged, demasculated, powerless, he doesn’t WANT any of this! He doesn’t WANT to be cute! To be Loyal! To be a good girl

But she still thanks me profusely for the kind words, and perhaps even get on her knees to thank me more personally

I’ll even keep an app on my phone so I can look at his thoughts, I’ll never tell her I know exactly how much he hates it, but I’ll be sure to love her in the exact ways he hates the most

I wonder how long it would take until he breaks and she is all that remains?

[scrumptiouskoalahottub]

☁️the lights| George Clarke

[ You were visiting George for Christmas, he decides to take you to winter wonderland for a date night]

"It looks so pretty at night" you say pointing at the London eye, Christmas lights scattered all over London, glistening in the moonlight "it does doesn't it" George says smiling at you, a beam of happiness washing over him as he sees how happy and content you are. You make your way over to the entrance of winter wonderland as you scan your barcodes to receive your wristbands, your eyes twinkle in the lights like a kid in a candy shop, surrounded by all the rides and stalls. "Where do you want to go first?" He asks, placing an arm around your shoulder "can you try win me a teddy?" You say looking up at him with a sweet smile plastered on your face "how could I ever say no" he says planting a kiss on your forehead.

You make your way to the stall, pulling George along by his hand in excitement, you point to a small otter plush which was easy enough to carry, George flashes his wristband to the stall attendant as he hands him a bucket of tennis balls, the aim was to knock all the pins down in 3 shots to win the teddy. He throws the ball up and down, raring up to throw it as you stare in anticipation "you got this baby" you say looking at him, he cocks his arm back and throws it with enough force to knock 50% of the pins down, "wooo!" You shout clapping your hands "you've got this!" You say as he picks up another ball and with another hefty throw he knocks over the remaining pins, clearing the stand. "Yes!" You shout giggling as the attendant hands you the plush "isn't he cute?" You show George as he looks at you in awe "Thankyou Geo" you say giving him a kiss, although the toy was small and probably pointless to others your age, at the ripe age of 22 you heart still bursts with joy at the anything childish. "You're welcome pretty" he says hanging his arm around your shoulder as you walk to see more stalls.

You notice an ice bar in the corner of your eye, "shall we go take a picture in there?" He says looking at you "good idea!" You say shuffling over, you grab a hot chocolate from the stand as you sit on a bench inside, you sip your hot chocolate as you feel a sense of safety wash over you "Thankyou for today George, it's healed something in me I didn't know needed healing, like the little girl in me is finally happy" you say taking a sip of your drink "anything to make you happy beautiful, I'm glad you're enjoying it" he says smiling at you. You finish your drinks as you discard the cups in the bin, you then walk over to the Photo Booth as you have your photo taken by a photographer, you take a normal smiley one, one where you're kissing and another holding up your new plush. You pay for the photos and head out of the bar. Walking hand in hand through the park as you take in the Christmas lights, seeing London in a new light. You both walk around a little more, exploring the scenery as the night becomes colder.

You both decide to go home after 2hours of endless laughs and fun, your cheeks hurt from the amount of smiling you were doing. You head to the tube station as you feel your hands becoming colder, George cups yours hands in attempts to warm you up. "I think this calls for fluffy jammies and a movie night don't you?" He says with a warm smile. "I couldn't think of anything better" you say leaning your head onto his shoulder. You arrive home and slip your shoes and coat off, you both head into the bedroom to grab matching pjs as you set out the living room kitting it out with your duvet and pillows, grabbing a few snacks from the cupboard you put on your favourite Christmas doll "polar express" as you shuffling into the duvet.

"Thankyou for making this Christmas the best one ever" you say to him as you lean your head into his shoulder, snuggling up to his warmth "you're welcome darling, I love you" he says kissing your head "I love you too" you say softly.

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[dsireland86]

Could I request a blurb or one-shot for Matt? We all know how he loves fishnets and thigh high socks and I'm sure that he wouldn't be able to stay focus if his cute assistant/merch girl was wearing a pair. He would just be totally mesmerized by how good your thighs look before taking you back to the hotel room and having his way with you (consensually of course). I'm also 100% the guys would tease him about it too. (I'm having some THOTS cuz there's no way he isn't a thigh/ass guy if he likes fishnets and thigh highs that much). 🤭

More fishnets, different scenario. I love it. This one is for the Matt girlies 😏🤭

Thigh Highs and Fishnets

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He couldn't think right, watching your lusciously, thick, round ass move in those shorts. The bright colors of the rainbow socks only brought more attention to your thighs that he pictured himself between and slipping his hands down the inside of those socks, gripping the thickness of your thighs as he pushed your legs apart, spreading you open for the pleasure of his eyes alone.

Thigh high rainbow socks that stopped a mere three inches from the bottom of the daisy duke cut-offs made Matt's jaw hit the floor.

Never, in his life, did he think he'd have a sometimes assistant, sometimes merch girl working for him as hot as you. Unknowingly you teased him whenever you wore them or your fishnets.

"Matt!"

"Fuck! Don't yell!"

"Then answer me, dude!" Folio exclaimed.

"Answer what?"

Folio sighed, rolling his eyes. "You're ridiculous, man. Just ask her out already."

"Hell, no!" Matt cried a little too loudly, earning him a surprised look from you. He felt his cheeks heating up and knew for sure he was blushing.

"Awe look at sweet little Matt's cheek's heating up!" Jolly cried.

"Someone is blushing," Nicholas laughed.

Noah just walked up to him, grinned, and caressed his cheek, making Matt seethe with frustration.

"Fuck all of you," he groaned, walking off. But you caught his eye as he stormed passed you, and you caught his smile.

At the end of the night, Matt was so worked up over you it wasn't even funny anymore. Once he packed up the equipment and handed it off to the crew, he marched right over to you, grabbed you by the arm, pulled you outside and around the side of the building where you two could be alone.

He pushed you up against the brick wall, blocking you in with his arms stretched out beside you. His dark stare beating down, so intensely, so possessively, made you clench your thighs together, as you felt your arousal soak your panties.

Matt noticed, releasing a feral groan, and pressed his body firmly against yours while slipping his hand behind your neck and pulling you in for a heated kiss. The proof of how hard he was for you was pressed against your abdomen.

You pulled off his ball cap, dropping it to the ground so that your hands could tangle themselves in his beautiful, dirty blond hair. Time seemed to stop for you both as you stayed in the alleyway, making out like two teenage kids.

The door to your hotel room slammed shut after you hung the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door handle. Matt grabbed you from behind, slipping his hands down your thigh high socks, just like he envisioned, pulling you back against him and rutting his aching cock against your ass.

"I need to fuck you so badly, you have no idea," he whined into the back of your neck as you giggled.

"Mmm, that sounds like a really good idea," you admitted, turning around to face him.

Matt kept his hands planted firmly on your ass, consistently pushing you into him just so he could feel the way your pussy hit the tip of his length, making him grunt and groan as he kissed you. "Really," he said in surprise as you attacked his lips, pulling his shirt off of him.

"Really," walking him back toward the bed as he removed your shirt and bra too.

He didn't even bother to remove your thigh high socks before stripping you both down the rest of the way and entering you like a starved animal. Matt promised romance later, but right now, he just wanted to fuck you until you couldn't think straight.

And that's just what he did. Your legs rested against Matt's shoulders as he pinned your hands to the bed while fucking up into you so hard, you could feel him hit your cervix with each deep thrust. Your choked back sobs. became moans and cries in between Matt's feral groans and grunts.

"Ok, fuck, beautiful, fuck. I'm gonna cum!" Matt cried, squeezing your hip. It was just what you needed to bring you over the edge, too. Your screams of passion filled the room as Matt's warm seed filled your insides. He sat up, clinging to you and smothering his face in the comfort of your breasts. You kissed his forehead, sweetly wrapping him against you as you both waited for your bodies to come down.

Matt had you riding him in just a matter of minutes. His hands were tucked deep under the rainbow fabric covering your thighs, enjoying the view he was getting while beneath you.

"You like this baby, being in control, riding my cock so well?"

Matt dug his nails deep into your thighs, making you cry out his name.

"Come on, I know you can be louder than that, baby. I want all the people on this floor to hear you scream."

"Fuck, Matty," you moaned, throwing your head back.

"Fuck is right, beautiful," he smiled running his hand down the front of you, over your breasts, then down to your soaking wet clit. His fingers were instantly covered in your arousal as he massaged rapid circles against your clit, watching you get off on him in the hottest way.

"From now on, you're wearing those fucking socks every time we have sex," Matt chuckled, slipping his shirt on and pulling it down. "Or fishnets," you added, zipping up your combat boots.

"Oh God, don't get me started on fishnets," he groaned then laughed.

"So, this isn't a one time thing?" you asked, kissing Matt's lips. He looked down at you with all seriousness.

"Fuck, no. You're mine now."

He was serious and the possessiveness that rolled off his tongue made your insides flutter.

"Why me?"

"Because everyone has an addiction, mine just happens to be you in thigh highs and fishnets. Come at me wearing either of those, and I'm all fucking yours, baby," Matt confessed, holding to hotel room door opened for you.

"Oh, then just wait for tonight, then," you teased, walking out the door.

Matt's mouth fell open and his eyes widened.

"Wait, What?"

[ohanny]

so a random thought that occurred to me yesterday:

kenta refuses to give birth

mind you, he is already very pregnant with a very wanted baby but when his water breaks (however that works with male omegas, shh), it is way too early. kim is in immediate panic mode, hastily putting together a go bag, wearing mismatched slippers and rushing to the front door, ready to speed through the city to the hospital like only a professional vroom vroom boy could.

but kenta sits down on their couch and says “no.”

kim: WHAT DO DO YOU MEAN?!?!?

kenta: i said no.

kim: your water literally just broke all over the kitchen floor.

kenta: and the nursery isn't painted, the crib hasn't been delivered, we’re out of ice cream, the apartment is a mess and our midwife is out of town until monday. so no. the baby is not coming today.

kim: honey, i don't think you have a say in this. we really need to go to the hospital.

kenta: no.

is he in shock? probably. but after over a decade of misusing blockers and suppressants, it's a miracle kenta even got pregnant in the first place and they both know this is likely their one and only chance of having a biological child so he wants to do it right. they have a plan and this? this is so not the plan.

kim kneels on the floor in front of him and begs him to just get to the car but kenta can't. they’re simply not ready, he tells kim. if the baby comes out now it will hate them for being horrible parents so kenta’s just going to sit on the couch and not give birth until they have everything organized and then they can go to the hospital.

kim wants to cry because it's heartbreaking but also cute in a very fucked up way and eventually coaxes kenta up and into the car by gently explaining how kenta will need the doctor’s help to keep the baby inside.

obviously once they get into the hospitals the doctor and the nurses are like lmfao sweetie, there's no way to stop this ball from rolling. it's a good thing a) while premature, the baby is out of the danger zone and b) kenta’s plan always included a natural birth because at the rate this baby is coming, it would've been way too late to give him an epidural.

in a pit babe of births, it takes kenta less than 30 minutes to deliver. he sobs his way through it, squeezing kim’s hand so tight kim has to later go get x-rays to make sure nothing actually cracked. but none of it matters once the doctor places a screaming baby on kenta’s chest and congratulates them on a beautiful baby girl.

when the nurse tries to take his daughter away to be washed and checked out, kenta looks her dead in the eyes and says “no.”

(eventually he is convinced he needs to let the medical staff do their thing and insists on joining them. however, they absolutely refuse, reminding him he just gave birth and also needs to be checked out. after a long pause, kenta finally sighs and very carefully hands their daughter to kim, who almost starts crying again because he understand what a great sign of trust this is. (and also fuck if they didn't make the cutest baby in the world.))

[kittenfangirl20]

Adam: I can’t go back to Eden like this, I’m still a monster.

*the Exorcists instantly went to comfort Adam, it was a bit of a surprise but it was as if they saw loved him the way a daughter would love their father*

Lucifer: There is also the fact that once a month you will have to turn into a dragon again.

Adam: What, full moon night? Not very creative.

Lucifer: No, the night of the new moon, you aren’t a werewolf.

*Adam just used his wings to cover his body, he had nowhere to go, but he felt Lucifer pull him close and hug him*

Lucifer: Stay here, let me take of you.

Adam: Why?

Lucifer: You are right, I keep ruining your life and I want to help you. I can also help your girls as well. If you won’t do it for yourself please do it for them.

Adam: Alright.

*Adam followed Lucifer into the palace while the other Exorcists stayed and talked to each other, Lucifer took Adam up to one of the rooms*

Lucifer: You are probably very tired, you should get some sleep and I will get you when it is dinner time.

*Adam yawned, there was something rather endearing about him yawning, the wings stretched as he yawned and Lucifer got a good look at his body, he lied when he said Adam let himself go, the truth was Lucifer found Adam’s body beautiful, if anything Adam’s body should have been like this from the beginning, if he wasn’t sure Adam would rip off Lucifer’s hands he would reach over and caress the soft and chubby stomach*

Lucifer: Here is a room, the wardrobe will provide you with clothes in your size and the style you like.

*Adam nodded and just lay on the bed before falling asleep, he was softly snoring, a little bit of drool came out of his mouth, and some smoke came from his nostrils, Lucifer thought it was so cute, Lucifer then went over and kissed Adam on the forehead before leaving*

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Dragon Adam au

Extermination day was harsh it had been a defeating blow to all exorcists. For even if they managed to kill a handful of the filth in battle they had still lost over half of their sisters, and one leader of the exorcists.

Adam's death had been the main tragedy among all the casualties. Especially for Lute, and Sera and Emily when she told them. They mourned up in Heaven for their lost son, brother, and friend.

What they didn't know then was that Adam and the fallen exorcists' souls had not been completely lost.

--

Adam couldn't remember feeling this bad before in his entire afterlife. His life on Earth was full of pain and suffering, but up in Heaven the only pain he had ever known was emotional. This last extermination day really put him through the ringer. He tried recalling what happened, but it was all a blur. It didn't matter however, in spite of the pain coursing through his entire being he attempted at sitting up. He needed to get back home.

However, as he got up, he for some reason felt taller. Opening his eyes, blinking away the blurry vision, he looked down at his feet, and was met with the sharp black claws on giant scaly feet.

He yelped jumping up and down and trying to get away from his own feet. He ended up shaking the ground along with him. Or what he assumed was ground. He looked around and realized very quickly that he was nowhere near the hotel. In fact, from the looks of it, he appeared to be in some kind of cave. He heard a dripping sound and dashed towards it. If it there was enough water, there would be enough of a reflective surface for him to understand what was wrong with his body. He found a small puddle of water that while didn't show his whole body it did show him his face. A monster was staring right back at him.

A world-shattering roar was heard all throughout the land and echoed in all seven rings.

(Remember that ask about Adam respawning as a dragon and his girls as harpies after he died? Well, this is it)

(Yes, I am excited about this one)

*Adam felt tears fall from his eyes, he knew he wasn’t much to look at lately, but now he was a monster, he couldn’t go back to Heaven like this, he covered his body with his wings as he trembled, but he heard something or someone approach him, he looked over and saw a bunch of bird like women approach him to comfort him, his eyes widened when he started to recognize traits from his girls that were cut down in battle, they had become monsters as well*

Adam: What happened?

*at least he still had his voice, but when one of his girls tried to speak only a bird like screech came from her beak, Adam gently caressed her face with his claw*

Adam: This happened because the Sinners fought back, they turned us into monsters. They must suffer.

*the now bird like women let out happy screeches with Adam’s roar joining them, a week later all of Pentagram City was thrown into mass chaos, Cannibal Town burned to the ground, all there were killed except for their leader Rosie, all the citizens saw was an army of harpies lead by a dragon, the harpies started tearing apart anyone who got in their way as the dragon started to set everything on fire, Lucifer looked at the ruins confused*

Lucifer: Do you know why something this would happen?

Rosie: No, they were like a family to me and now they are all dead.

*Lucifer didn’t understand why a dragon with a bunch of harpies would want to attack just Cannibal Town and just leave, he looked at the image of the dragon, it was a large black dragon with glowing gold orbs for eyes, he didn’t know why, but there was something familiar about the dragon*

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