#i also like pause before i decide what pronouns i should use for her

[randomminty]

Yeahlow

[champagnefountains]

LUCIFER MAGNE - H.H.

CHAPTER II - Prompt: Lucifer continuing to wear his wedding ring despite being in a relationship with you.

Previous chapter: [x] Word Count: 3.4k+ words (unedited). Genre/other tags: Angst with some fluff. Jealousy. Fem pronouns used. Warnings: Swearing. Self-deprecation. Manipulation (on Alastor's part).

It had been nearly over a week since you and Lucifer last talked – it had also been a week since Lucifer was last seen around in the hotel. Angel, being the gossiper he was, relayed everything that had transpired between you two to the others the following day. Seeing the sensitive and sad shell of a person you were left in, everyone remained cautious and had started walking on eggshells around you. Of course, you were quick to pick up on that, as embarrassing as it all was (minus Alastor, who continued on with his usual theatrics and mischief). 

Charlie in particular was the most concerned out of them all, since this was her dad we were talking about. She knew with certainty that he was confining himself in the castle to distract himself from what happened – likely something involving his rubber-ducky obsession – instead of facing the problem head on. It was his pride that sometimes got in the way of his better judgement.

Not only that, but Charlie clearly saw the massive toll it took on you. If you weren’t distracting yourself with work or doing something related to the hotel, you would lock yourself away in your room, only coming out to quickly grab a bite to eat from the kitchen. Charlie even made efforts to strike many conversations with you from time to time, but was either excused or was only given one-worded responses. She knew not to take your dismissive behaviour to heart, but she couldn’t help but fret over you.  

So it came as an absolute surprise when out of nowhere, Charlie received a call from her father. She messily scrambled for her phone on her desk, fumbling and nearly dropping it in the process before violently tapping on the small screen. “H-Hello?! Dad, hey!” She answers a bit too enthusiastically while nervously combing her hair with a free hand. “Uh, hey Charlie!” Lucifer stiffly greets from the other line, “I just…um, thought I’d give a call to, uh, see how everyone’s going at the hotel!” The Princess noted how much hoarser his voice was than usual, but decided not to comment on it aloud. 

“Well, y’know how it is! It’s been busy and lively as always–everyone’s been working really hard and all,” she answers vaguely, nervously chuckling. “Err, yeah! Right. That’s a–that’s a relief to hear. Yep,” he hums. There was a brief, awkward pause that ensued soon after, the both of them not knowing what to say next. The whole exchange was becoming increasingly painful that Charlie resisted the urge to pull her hair. She then clears her throat. “H-How about you, dad? What’ve you been up to? You’ve been gone for a couple or so days,” Charlie finally musters, “are…are you doing alright?” 

“Me? Oh yeah, psh! I just got, erm…a lot of things going on at the moment. It’s not so easy being the big boss of hell after all! Got a lot of important things to do! Plus, I’ve got heaps of paperwork to do for the hotel. You should know how tedious that is,” He says, adding an exaggerated groan. 

The princess furrows her brows. “Oh, that’s…strange. ’Cause I could’ve sworn you left all the papers here…y’know, the ones you told me to revise over?” Charlie replies, side-eyeing the said documents stacked neatly on her desk. A startled yelp escapes his throat. “O-Oh...did I?” He stammers.

Charlie couldn’t help but wince at the evident panic that began to set in as she listened to her father make incomprehensible noises from the other line. It was a poor attempt in reasoning, which ultimately became useless in the end. Lucifer let out a long sigh, caught red-handed. “Oh, who the hell am I kidding? You guys probably already know what happened–which by the way, Charlie, you shouldn’t be lying to me about!” He pointedly remarks. 

“I-I’m sorry, dad! It’s just…I’m really worried about you,” she reasons, before shortly adding, “...The both of you.” 

There was a small pause. “...How is she, by the way?” He then asks quietly. Charlie nervously tugs her bottom lip with her fangs. “Well, she’s keeping herself busy. Constantly, as a matter of fact. And I know she’s trying hard to convince us all that she’s holding up okay, but…she doesn’t look too good, dad. She seems really upset.”

A shaky exhale sounded from his end. “I…I really am hopeless, aren’t I?” He mumbles defeatedly. Even though she couldn’t see him, she could picture him burying his face in his hands. The image caused Charlie’s eyes to soften. “Dad, no. It’s not too late. You still have a chance to make things right,” Charlie gently encourages through the speaker, “you just need to talk to each other–”

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, a bright, blazing portal manifests from thin air – from it, emerges Lucifer himself who appeared extremely dishevelled, effectively catching Charlie off guard. 

“But, hun, y-you don’t understand! I messed up big time!” He exclaims, tugging on his unkempt hair as he aimlessly paced around her office. “I-I mean, look at me! I’m a fucking mess and a coward! Why would she ever think to take me back after what I did!?” He chuckles humourlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “I-It’s like no matter how many times I try to redeem and convince myself that everything’s finally going right in my life, I just continue to fuck myself over and over again. And it’s just– ugh! It’s pathetic! I’m fucking pathetic!” 

Charlie’s chest tightened considerably as she watched her father self-destruct before her. Strands of his golden hair were sticking out here and there, his dress-shirt tousled, and his eyes were glossed over and red, from both a lack of sleep and crying. He looked utterly devastated. Chucking her phone away, she immediately sped towards and enveloped Lucifer in her arms, who immediately broke down into heavy sobs. Seeing him like this brought tears to her own eyes, but she firmly told herself to be the stronger person in this situation, for his sake. 

“Hey, hey. Dad, listen to me, okay? Everyone deserves a second chance. You of all people should know–you were the one who taught me that, remember?” Charlie rubbed his back soothingly, trying to ease the jumpiness of his shoulders. “And that also applies to you. I…I know you’ve been through a lot, especially with mum…” She couldn’t help the way her frown deepened as she spoke, “...and I miss her too. I miss her a lot. But…I think it’s finally time for you to move on. It’s been years, dad. You deserve to be happy and you’re allowed to be in love again.” 

“[Name]’s an amazing person, and there’s no doubt about that. She’s proved that more than many times already. I’m certain that once things ease over and you guys finally talk things through, everything will turn out okay; she’s very understanding and kind like that. You’ll both be okay.” Charlie gently pulls Lucifer away and with the sleeve of her blazer, she wipes his damp, reddened cheeks. “I know for a fact that she loves and cares about you deeply – we can all see it as clear as day. You…you love her too, don’t you, dad?” 

For a brief moment’s contemplation, Lucifer suddenly recalled the times you spent together, from your initial meeting to now. He had always thought you were a strong and independent soul, with the way you carried yourself. You just had something about you that naturally drew in those around you, including himself. When Lucifer got to know you in a deeper level, he was enthralled by how kind and understanding you were – you were always there to listen to his many tales and endless nonsense; you would always seem genuinely interested in his rubber-duck-esque inventions, offering some input and critiquing his creations; and you would always be so, so supportive of all his plans and ideas, no matter how extraordinary they all seemed.

If he hadn't known any better, Lucifer would've thought you were an actual angel. You were the saviour that wore off the darkness in troubling times, and the one who pulled him out of the void that Lilith had left him in. That and more, as you continuously gave him a real reason to remain hopeful. You were proof personified, that he was able to open his heart once more, and to love again.

“I-I do, I really do,” Lucifer affirms in a heartbeat. Charlie smiles warmly, relieved by his answer, “then that’s all you need to say.” At that moment, Lucifer's chest swelled in overwhelming pride for his daughter, knowing that despite not being as present in her life until recently, she grew up to be the good and strong-willed person he had hoped for.

“O-Oh, jeez. Since when did you grow up so big? I should be the one comforting you,” He tearfully jokes, sniffling whilst returning her smile, “but thank you, Charlie. Really. I’m…I-I really am grateful to call you my daughter.” The two royalties then shared a heart-felt moment and a bone-crushing hug, with the King's heart being filled with a new-found determination. Because, just as he always says: The show must go on. 

Earlier on:

On the other side of the building, you were drowning yourself in your own self-despair as you overlooked the balcony by the front entrance of the hotel. Your eyes lazily scanned the new hotel patrons below, who were engaging in some trust exercises led by Vaggie, who came in to cover you just moments ago. Every once in a while, you couldn’t help but glance at your phone, silently hoping to receive some sort of notification from Lucifer, or even an inkling of his whereabouts. But you received nothing, which only fuelled your growing anxiety.

You felt awful leaving the way you did that night, especially after dumping so much onto Lucifer. You felt like you were being completely selfish, and had cornered him into making a big decision. And because of that, your relationship was on the line. You let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing angrily at your face.

Little did you know however, that you had some company lurking nearby, watching you in silent amusement. 

“Now, don’t you look as miserable as ever?” Alastor mockingly chimes in, stepping out from the shadows to make his presence known and joins you by the balcony. You roll your eyes at the deer-demon before turning your head the other direction. “Yeah, and what about it?” You scoff, leaning in to rest your arms against the rails, “Can’t you go bother someone else, Alastor? I’m certainly not in the mood right now.”  

“Why, I wouldn’t be a good hotelier if I left a dear co-worker of mine so down in the slumps!” To your dismay, Alastor reappears in front of you, obstructing your field of view, "And might I add, it's not healthy for you to be all cooped up in your room all the time – stay there any longer, and it can do silly, little things to your head!" He emphasises his point as he spins a finger in a circular motion by his temple. You shot him an irritated look, slowly growing fed up by his prodding. 

"Listen, I don't need you telling me what I should and shouldn't do. I’m more than capable of deciding that on my own,” you growl, straightening up to cross your arms firmly against your chest. “Hm...no, I don’t think so!” Alastor hums, shaking his head disapprovingly, “The unfortunate affair that took place in your courtship with the King has left you in such a vulnerable, and problematic state. And I’m sure you’ve taken note of how everyone’s been acting around you – constantly walking on their tiptoes in fear of setting you off on a hissy-fit. You’ve caused them to worry a lot about you, dear. Poor ol’ Charlie, especially.” 

You open your mouth to retort back, but nothing came out. A strong pang of guilt struck you as his words began to sink in. Seeing this, Alastor’s grin widened a faction as he stepped forward and levelled himself with you, now facing you eye-to-eye. “And as the executive producer of this fine establishment, might I critique that your behaviour is affecting our team’s morale and performance…and we mustn’t have that now, should we? Especially not since we’ve all been more preoccupied recently with our guests!” He…had a fair point, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t…know…” Your voice began to trail off, shoulders slumping in realisation of how selfish and contemptuous you’ve been acting this whole week. You recalled the fretful expressions of your friends and your dismissive attitude towards them. “I-I didn’t mean to make everyone worry…” you quietly say. Alastor’s words only made you feel immensely worse about the whole situation, leaving you sniffling on the spot. 

“Now, now. As long as you realise your mistakes, then you shall be forgiven,” he coos, softly patting the tuft of your head. At that, you couldn’t help but send a doubtful glance his way. “W-wait a minute…why do you care all of a sudden? What exactly are you playing at?” You suspiciously question as you rub at your eyes. 

“Oh, how you wound me, dear! Why must you always question any act of kindness I display? Is it really that hard to believe?” He adverts, evidently feigning hurt. You deadpan. “Yes, it is,” you reply almost instantly. Alastor chortles at your bluntness, “Haha! You’re quite a work of art, aren't you, dear? Now, let’s go out for a walk, shall we?” 

Before you could’ve processed what he had said, Alastor had already spun you around, pulling you with him as you both headed down a flight of stairs. “Wha–Alastor, where are we–where the heck are you taking me?” You asked, trying to keep up with his long strides so as to not trip down the stairs. “Hm? Did I not already specify? It looks like your brooding has impacted your hearing, dear. That’s a shame,” he slyly comments, now dragging you towards the entrance, “We’re both going for a walk around town, it’ll help clear that cloudy head of yours!” 

“Hold on-Stop! Just what makes you think I’d agree to go out with you?” You shoot back, retracting your arm from his hold and stopping metres behind him. Alastor sharply turns around and pulls out a wrinkled, yellow piece of paper out of thin air. Your eyes dart towards the sheet, seeing a familiar hand-writing across the page. 

“Why, I just knew you were going to question me – you're so predictable. But might I add, we’re not going out without purpose! No, no! Our lovely Charlie has composed a list and requested we fetch a couple items in town!” Stepping forward, you swiftly snatched the paper from his clawed hand and briefly scanned the list, noting that it largely consisted of decorations and party items. “She wanted to organise a heart-warming celebration for the wayward souls here who have accomplished some milestones on their journey to redemption! An anniversary ceremony of sorts, if you will,” Alastor explains, lightly patting the non-existing dust off of his suit.

“But couldn’t you just…I don’t know, teleport the things here?” You blatantly ask, raising a brow at him. You knew he was more than capable of doing such minuscule tasks within a span of seconds. “And waste such a beautiful day outside? Now, why would I even consider doing that?” Alastor states matter-of-factly, “And like I said, the short trip will help clear your troubled mind! Consider it a gesture of compassion from yours truly.” 

There was clearly something off about all this but you couldn’t see any reason for an ulterior motive. It was just…simply a manager looking out for the well-being of his work-colleagues, as uncharacteristic and off-putting as it sounded out loud. Already exhausted, you couldn’t bring it in yourself to question his actions any further.

“You’re really not going to take ‘no’ for an answer, are you?” You ask. Seeing the way Alastor’s grin widened had you sighing in defeat. “Shall we then?” Alastor questions, offering an arm out to you. Rolling your eyes, you loop one of your arms through and follow him out the hotel. ‘A small walk wouldn’t hurt…’ you think to yourself as the doors shut behind you. 

Currently:

Lucifer tiredly dragged himself to his designated room in the hotel, to rest for a while and take a much needed bath as per Charlie’s advice. He gave himself a lengthy pep-talk in front of the mirror as he brushed his teeth, deciding to approach you tonight to finally talk and clear things out. Yes, he was absolutely terrified about the possibility of things going south during the confrontation, but he didn’t think he could handle another second being without you. And he needed to make that loud and clear. 

After putting on an outfit and neatly slicking his hair back, Lucifer looked at his reflection once more in the bedside mirror, inspecting himself up and down to flatten any remaining creases of his clothing. But it wasn't until his gaze landed on his left hand that he tensed up. Peering down, he brought his hand into view to inspect the very wedding band that caused it all. With a shaky sigh, Lucifer slowly pulled the ring off of his finger. He took a moment to examine it, eyes filled with sentiment before kneeling down to open his bedside drawer, where its designated ring-box sat. The moment he encased the ring in its box and locked it away in his drawer, it felt like a breath of fresh air. To his own surprise, Lucifer found himself tearfully laughing ��� he felt...genuinely happy. Proud, even. It was at this very moment that he felt like he was finally ready to move forward.

After patting the stray tears away from his face, Lucifer slowly made his way down to the front lobby. There, Charlie and Vaggie were talking amongst themselves by the lounge area, whilst Angel and Cherri chuckled away by the bar, with Husk tending to their beverages. The King didn’t give an inkling of care as to where Alastor had gone, and he was certain that Nifty was hiding somewhere in the small crevices of the hotel, cleaning away. All in all, there was no sight of you whatsoever, visibly disappointing him. 

Seeing his approaching form, Charlie waved his father over towards them. “Hey, dad. Are you feeling a bit better now?” She asks with a comforting smile. “Yeah, totally. Thanks, dear,” he says, patting her shoulder affectionately before turning his attention towards her partner. “Hey! How’s it going, Maggie? I’ve heard you’ve been working real hard lately, huh? Good on yah!” He commends, playfully nudging the said demon. “Oh, um…it’s–it’s Vaggie, sir. And uh, thanks,” she nervously chuckles, rubbing her arm. “Mhm, yeah…that’s–that’s great,” Lucifer distractedly hums, all the while scanning around the room. Noticing this, Vaggie shared a worried look with Charlie. 

“Erm, dad, she’s not here at the moment if that’s what you’re wondering,” Charlie starts, alerting her father. “Oh? Well, is she up in one of the guest rooms?” Lucifer asked, gesturing upstairs with a thumb. To his confusion, Charlie appeared somewhat nervous, her hands fidgeting with her suit. “Uh, no, she’s actually not in the hotel at the moment,” Vaggie steps in, “she’s been out doing a couple of errands for us.” Lucifer raised a brow at the slight edginess in her tone, eyes darting back and forth between the two girls. “...Um, alright. What the heck is going on right now?" He asks, pointing an accusatory finger at them both, "You guys are acting sketchy as fuck. Are you...are you guys hiding something from me?" He narrows his eyes. Charlie sucks in a breath, brows pinching together, “Well...dad, t-the thing is–” 

“She’s out with Smiles right now!” Angel suddenly intervened, calling out from the other side of the room, and causing Charlie to cower and duck behind Vaggie. Lucifer felt his shoulders grow rigid. “She’s…what now?” He dangerously asks, glaring at the arachnid. Before Lucifer trudged towards the direction of the bar, the front doors of the hotel abruptly flew open. He felt the vein in his neck nearly burst at the sound of your laughter interlacing itself with that god-awful, irritating radio feedback. What a wild coincidence.

As Lucifer turned around, his eyes nearly flew out of his head as he saw how close you were with Alastor, arms basically locked together. The radio-demon was quick to meet eyes with the King, and out of spite, Alastor flashed him the biggest shit-eating grin he's ever seen.

“Oh, fuck no!”

Chapter III - Finale [x]

Thank you for reading!

[silencesscreams]

i can see you

james potter x best friends sister!reader (smut)

summary: james develops a strange feeling for sirius’ sister (reader) when she comes to london once her job required her to move. he first off thought she was a shitty person, an awful one with an awfully pretty face. so when sirius offers for her to stay in their loft until she finds an apartment, he decides he’s going to make her want to get out of there as fast as possible, until he wants her to stay more than anything in this whole world.

a/n: omg im so sorry this took so long, i tried my best w this one. also, english isn’t my first language so sorry for any mistakes. inspired by i can see you - taylor swift

warnings: mdni. smut with plot, afab!reader, use of she/her pronouns in reference to reader, use of y/n (I AM SORRY), afab!reader, being shorter than james, muggle & modern day!au, chef!peter, ships included (dorlene, marylily, wolfstar), swearing, cuddling, mentions of alcohol and drinking, a lot of physical touch, kind of public??, kissing, praise, v soft dom!james, fingering, oral (m receiving), light choking, size kink??, penetration, unprotected (don’t do this please), overstimulation

for the past two years, you started to have weekly calls with your brother, to update him on your life and know what’s happening on his.

you got transferred to london because of your job, you couldn’t find any apartments online and you were supposed to move the other week, being really desperate you told him about it, hoping he knew a real estate agent or something like that, but you were incredibly caught by surprise with his answer.

“thats such nonsense, you should just stay in my empty room until you find another place.” sirius said, his phone on speaker as he made a sandwich in the kitchen. james eyed him with a confused look on his face, but sirius decided to ignore it.

“really?” you ask, hopeful, you really could take a break from looking for apartments.

“of course. i mean, remus has practically moved into my room, so we just need to take some stuff of his out, but yeah, its no big deal.” james couldn’t help but look at him like he was crazy, remus’ room was right next to his, hell, remus’ room had a bathroom adjoined to his. james was starting to feel faint.

as soon as sirius got off the phone with you, he started blabbing.

“what the fuck, sirius?!” james said loudly, sirius sighed, putting his sandwich harshly on the plate.

“what now? i’m really just trying to eat here”

“your sister? really?” he looked like he was about to faint.

“she’ll pitch in on the rent, don’t worry about that” your brother tried to get him calm.

“oh please, i dont care about that! you know how i feel about sharing spaces” he was getting stressed, he couldn’t help it. “and you know how i feel about your family, i have been telling you to be more careful these past years but you don’t listen at all!”

it really had to be remus’s room? couldn’t peter just switch rooms and lend her his instead?

“she’s not like my parents, and neither is regulus, they didn’t do anything” sirius paused, “do your best friend a favor, will you?” and he knew he was going to.

“she’s not messy or nosy or anything like that, right?” james asked, giving into it fully.

“please, shes a cleaning freak, she’s worse than my mother” he paused. “that’s an exaggeration but she’s not messy at all, i swear. you wont even notice she’s around.” james doubted that, but he knew how much sirius missed his siblings, and he knew how fond sirius was of you.

james swore to himself he was going to get you to leave either way, he didn’t want you there and he didn’t care if he had to pay more rent because of it. he didn’t like you, he never did. even in school, before the whole sirius moving out thing, he felt weird around you. and he remembered that feeling very well, even if it was many years before, he didn’t feel like he could forget.

-

your moving truck arrived at the building a few hours before you, but when you got there, sirius had already arranged your furniture, which did make you a bit emotional. he had even bought a toothbrush, carefully arranging it in the right side of the cabinet, the side that pointed towards the door of the bathroom that led to your room.

the boys came to pick you up at the train station, you recognized them from sirius’ social media. they were everywhere.

you were extremely confused on why all of them had come and pick you up, you were hoping to see your brother standing awkwardly, instead he was there with all of his roommates. you felt like you were a teenage girl again, trying to talk to your brother during lunch, but his friends were always around.

you recognized remus from the photos he sent you, and peter was always on the background of your calls with him baking something.

and then there was james.

james potter. you didn’t know how to feel about him anymore. when your brother first introduced you, you found him attractive, but then you hated him.

when your brother ran away to his home you couldn’t help but hate him.

sure, your house wasn’t the best place in the world, but he took away your older brother, how were you supposed to feel?

as time passed you started to tolerate his presence. now you really don’t care about him, but he sure looked better than he usually did many years before.

-

you felt like you could kill him.

after living with james for a month you found him obnoxious, rude, annoying and a few other things you were too lazy to mention.

but the thing you hated the most was how invasive he could be.

you barged into his room, he was laying there, crumbs all over his red shirt.

"you should learn how to knock" he rolled his eyes when he said it, your brows furrowed.

"you ate my brownies." you had baked a few because it was bring your kid to work day and you were in charge of the snacks.

“they were really good, i thought peter made them” james paused. “he runs a restaurant downtown, you know, he’s always baking and-“

“i’m gonna have to make a whole new batch. you ate like ten of them.” you were about to get a really bad headache depending on his answer.

“i told you, they were really good.”

if you were in a cartoon you would’ve turned red and there would be smoke coming out of your nostrils and your ears. you had no comment.

you hated when he did that, just compliment you so you couldn’t really hate him that much anymore.

he used your shampoo, but it smelled really nice.

he ate your leftovers, but you really know how to order chinese food.

he even wore one of your biggest shirts you bought when you were in college because you were too lazy to buy pajamas and suddenly that shirt was really nice, because, sure, james potter actually listened to avril lavigne.

he shrunk one of your favorite sundresses, you almost cried that day and he never even apologized.

the list went on and on, and somehow, every compliment of his sounded like he was taunting you, making fun of you right in front of your face and all you could ever do was thank him.

maybe that’s just how you were, polite no matter what. but you sure didn’t want to be polite to james that day.

“no, you don’t get to do that” you felt like you were being crazy.

“what do you mean?” he chuckled. he so did not chuckle.

“you don’t get to compliment me! that doesn’t bring my brownies back!” the word brownie sure sounded stupid in that moment.

“i’ll bake more for you, but they’ll suck, you know that” he actually sat on the bed to argue, how kind of him.

“the kids will probably die if they eat your brownies.”

“you’re feeding children? where do you even work?” he looked so confused and you kept getting angrier.

“do i really look like the kind of person who would eat a hundred billion thousand brownies? god, james, why can’t you just not touch my shit?”

“that’s not even a real number and there were a lot of them! i thought it wouldn’t make a difference!”

“it wouldn’t, if you had eaten one or two, but you ate half of them!”

“oh please, lets put it to a maximum of 25%, alright?” you felt like you were going absolutely insane. he was probably going to get you in a mental hospital and you’d be walking around, looking half dead, murmuring ‘brownies brownies brownies, i want my brownies back’.

you decided to just give up, slamming the door the hardest you could while heading out.

-

as halloween came around, the bickering with james stopped, you didn’t quite know if it was because of the season or you just got used to each other, but you didn’t mind it much. he could be very exhausting when upset, and you were sure you could too.

you loved fall, maybe it was that you were in a great mood. pumpkin flavored stuff, candles and everything else included.

on the day before halloween, you woke up early, you had to go apartment hunting and once you got back you would try and help peter make deserts. even though your ghost shaped cookies look like very sick jellyfish, you wanted to help. it was the most you could do, you weren’t paying rent, sirius wouldn’t let you. and they were going to throw a party on the next day so you wanted to help them get everything settled.

when you got home you were so incredibly tired, you had spent all day out and it was already 9pm. you had to walk so much you felt like you were your feet would fall off because they were used more on that day than they were your entire life. you were more upset you didn’t get to help with the food though, the pain didn’t really matter that much compared to that.

you just wanted to lay on your bed, put your feet up and-

giggles.

there were giggles coming from your room.

and then you remembered it, the neighbors, a few girls that went to the same school as you and were very good friends with your brother were staying over. a big slumber party of some sort, you and james were sleeping in the living room, because, of course, the four girls formed two couples and they would sleep together separately. no actual bed for you tonight! you really liked them though, so you couldn’t complain.

you knocked on the door to your own room and marlene opened it, cheeks flushed, and you could see dorcas on your bed, doing something on her phone.

“hi, lene” you decided to call her that because sirius called her that, it was cute. “sorry for bothering you both, i just wanted to get my pillow, my blanket and change real quick”

“oh sure, come in” she opened the door and you went straight for the drawer under the bed, grabbing a light green heavy one, you usually used that on winter but it was a cold night and you didn’t really want to bother them by taking your usual one from off the bed.

you never changed clothes so fast, tossing them in the laundry bin along with a shit ton of james’ shirts that were on his side of the sink.

“thank you, have a nice night”

you sighed while going to the living room, to find james sitting on the armchair, shirtless and wearing sweatpants, drinking a beer and watching that 70s show (again). you decided to ignore how good he looked and just get some rest because you really didn’t want go think about james in that moment, or ever as a matter of fact.

you lay down on the couch and throw the blanket over your head.

“you know what bums me out about this show?” james says abruptly, like you would really like to know. you grunt, waiting for his answer. “they really didn’t know when to stop it, its only good until what? season-“

“james, im really tired, i just wanna get some rest, please” you get out from under the covers to say that, so he ignores it fully.

“how did apartment hunting go?” he asks, pausing the episode and asking alexa to turn on some playlist with songs a sad dad would listen to.

“shitty, theres not one good place up for rent in this city, its actually sick”

“yeah, thats tough” he pauses for a brief moment “come here” he said, patting his knee. was he asking you to sit on his lap? was he going fucking crazy?

“i’m sorry, what?” you were so confused, since when was he like that to you?

“get up, sit here with me a little.” were you dreaming? was this one of those weird wet dreams you had in high school?

“james, i’m really tired, my back hurts and i really want to lay-“

“i’ll give you a massage, it’s whatever” he answered, a sad puppy look on his face.

you gave in. you walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair, but he pulled you onto his lap.

“i need to be close to you, if i’m not it’s really awkward and uncomfortable.” some song you didn’t know was playing.

it was slow and sounded old, you didn’t recognize it.

“james come on, im really tired.” you say, smiling though, you didn’t know why he was doing this. he must’ve had an awfully good day.

“just for a bit.” why were his hands on your waist? why were you nervous. you nodded, you felt that if you opened your mouth to speak, nothing would come out.

you could feel his breathing on your neck, his hands roaming your waist as he lead them up to your shoulders.

his hands were on the low of your back, under your shirt. that was certainly new, and that was really not a massage, but you weren’t complaining.

you looked back at him, wide eyed, what was he doing?

once you turned your face to look at him, you couldn’t look away anymore.

maybe it was how nice he looked in the paused lighting of the tv, maybe it was how warm he felt, when the weather was so chilly recently, whatever it was, it hooked you.

he was looking straight into your eyes and you felt so open to him, it was weird to see him like this.

you felt like you were back in school being head over heels for your brother's best friend.

you heard keys jingling outside, so you stepped away, leaving him sat by himself wondering what he did wrong. sirius opened the door abruptly, scaring james, who looked at him confused.

“sorry, mate, the door was … hey! is that my instrumental playlist?” james turned a bit pink.

“yeah, I was just...” he looked at you. “forget it.” he turned it off. you were pretending to be unbothered, looking at something on your phone.

you couldn’t quite wrap your mind around what had just happened.

you unfolded the sofa into a bed, getting comfortable on the right side, but then you felt his eyes back on you as sirius went into his own room.

“oh, sorry. do you want the couch? i can sleep on the chair, i don’t really-“

“we can share. don’t worry about it.” you nod at his comment. what had gotten into him? he turned off the lights, leaving the tv on. you were trying to calm down, sleeping in the same place as him, being nervous about it was so silly, but, still, you could feel your heartbeat.

“you wanna pick something?” he interrupted your thoughts, you didn’t want to watch anything. you wanted it to be over as soon as possible.

“no, you can just go back to your thing, i don’t mind it.” you answered. he laid down by your side.

fuck.

you were going to share the damn blanket.

he unpaused the tv, putting the remote on the right arm of the couch, that was your side. his arm went over you, he wrapped his arm around your waist once he went back to his side, though half of it was empty.

was he trying to spoon you? you could feel yourself getting nervous, your body starting to feel hot.

you (stupidly) decided to test his actual intentions with that, turning to your side to see if he’d pull you in, he quickly did.

you could have died right there.

he had never even hugged you before, was he really horny or something? and so you felt it.

‘oh my god.’ you thought to yourself repeatedly.

you felt his hand on your waist, pulling you closer to him, which was basically impossible with your ass already glued to his crotch.

you ended up sleeping like that, waking up in the morning to the ‘are you still watching?’ screen.

the day was fine, and you found out you and James had a lot in common, you ended up talking the entire evening, he spent the whole party next to you.

you slept in separate rooms at night, but you still spent a while with him in his room talking about all sorts of things. you never imagined how you and james could be alike. you never imagined how he could be so sweet, funny and nice.

after the fall holidays you and james became closer and closer, when labor day came up you realized how much you liked him and when thanksgiving came around, you realized how you might actually be falling for him.

he didn’t help with that at all. he was always touching you, you even ended up cuddling when you would watch some awful movie in his room.

you never really got if he liked you as a friend or he wanted something more, until christmas.

you carefully placed your gifts under the tree on christmas eve, so in the morning when you saw a little box with your name on it, you were incredibly excited.

everyone was sat on the living room floor, opening gifts. in the little box was an envelope and it was from all of the guys. there was something written in the paper inside but you didn’t want to read it at the moment.

“thanks” you smiled, but you didn’t quite know what it meant.

“we all talked and we want you to put your name on the lease.” sirius said quickly, looking at you anxiously.

“like, actually?” you ask, starting to feel extremely happy because you loved living with them.

“yeah” remus answered, smiling.

“thanks, i really appreciate it.” you couldn’t stop smiling, it felt great to know they wanted you there. james, who was sitting next to you, gave you a one arm hug and a kiss on the forehead.

“so you’re gonna let me pay rent now?” you ask to your brother, smiling.

“i guess so.” he replied. you knew he was happy too. “gonna get you an actual gift though”

they were planning a big christmas party, they invited some people from work, the girls and some other people you didn’t really know, so you were expecting to spend the night with james. you went all out, put on your favorite red dress which was short but still fancy for the event.

once you were ready, half of the party was already there, including all of james’ coworkers and friends. you sat next to him on the couch, they were all there all talking about something from his work you didn’t really understand.

they were all dressed up too, but what shocked you the most was that james was wearing a suit, sure, his necktie was already loose and the buttons on his shirt too, but he looked amazing.

“can i stay with you for the rest of the night? i don’t really know anyone here.” you whispered into his ear, nervous about the answer.

“sure” he nodded. “hey, henry” he called for his coworker that was sitting on the arm of ouch.

“yeah?” the guy answered.

“this is y/n, the friend i was telling you about the other day.” james gestures to you. you can’t help but smile awkwardly and wonder what he said about you.

“oh, hi! pleasure to meet you.” he got up from his chair and shook your hand, smiling at james and nodding. what did that mean?

“pleasure to meet you too.” you smile at him.

“i’m just gonna get some drinks, i’ll ill be right back. do you want something?” james asked you.

“just a soda.” he gets up and heads to the kitchen.

“so, tell me, how are your brownies?” henry jokes, you look at him confused.

“good, i guess, but thats a biased opinion.” you answer, curious on how he knew about your brownies.

“you know, james talks about you all the time.” he comments, you were sure he already had a few drinks.

“really? what does he say?”

“when you first moved in he hated you, you know? he always said it was fun to make you mad and all. but since october he’s been so nice when he talks about you, i personally think he fancies you, but i wouldn’t know. i don’t think he’d tell me if he did, specially because you’re his friends sister and all.” he was rambling but you really enjoyed the part he said about james seeing you as more than a friend, you enjoyed it so much you didn’t even pay attention to what he said after that.

“i doubt it, we just turned into good friends, that’s all.”

“nah, i think he wants to make you into something else.” henry might’ve just made your entire night with that phrase. you couldn’t hide your smile anymore.

“here’s your soda, a beer for you, henry” james handed the drinks and took a sip of his coke. you sat next to him, holding your soda in both of your hands, looking down at it nervously. “did something happen?” he asked you.

“no, just thinking ‘bout something” you answer, looking into his eyes now. he smiles, wrapping his arm around your waist. that makes you so flustered, you feel your entire body getting warmer and that’s just the start of it.

for the rest of the night, he stayed by your side. his hand resting on your waist, thigh, around your shoulders, wherever he wanted them. you could feel your heart beating in your chest for most of the time. he had never done that before, not in public and surely not like that, not in a sexual manner, at least that’s how you identified it, because one thing was a friendly touch, the other was what he was doing.

he made you feel needy, aching for more - he was making you want him.

did he notice? did he ever even perceive how he made you feel? how could he not?

goosebumps covered you once he grazed your thigh for the first time out of five, the fifth was when he finally let his hand stay put there.

it made you feel crazy, it really did.

you didn’t know if he meant it as you took it, but you really hoped he did.

the party was still going around 1am, james had disappeared and you were left sitting on the couch, waiting for him to come back.

you couldn’t stop thinking about him and it made you feel kind of silly. you were a bit disappointed that nothing happened but you sort of expected it. you knew nothing would actually occur, but still, it made you a bit sad. maybe the touch lead you on, but it-

you looked at your phone once it vibrated and you felt the absolute need to scream because of how excited the text made you, but you didn’t.

‘James: come to my room once you read this, please.’

you didn’t think much of it, though you would’ve come if he just asked you to like he normally did.

you finished your drink and knocked on his door. he opened it but didn’t look at you, his eyes were focused on your knees, he looked nervous.he was still wearing his pants and the dress shirt, except it was unbuttoned. shit.

“y/n?” he was looking at you now.

fuck.

“yeah?”

“you look really good tonight.”

“i clean up nice sometimes.” you smile.

“oh please, you always look good” he turned a bit pink once he said it. “and thats a really nice dress” his voice was low when he said it, was he actually hitting on you?

“thank you” you whispered, you couldn’t help but feel anxious as his body got closer to yours.

“you know, i’ve been thinking about something for a while now” he says. you could feel your stomach start to twist and turn because you were so anxious on what he was doing next. you hummed, making sure he would continue what he was saying, but he didn’t.

he just kissed you like it was the easiest thing in the world. he pulled you into his room and closed the door, locking it quickly.

the feeling of his lips on yours was something you craved for a while now, you needed it so much you started to wonder if it was normal for you to need something this much.

you couldn’t stop once it started. his hands were on your hips and you tugged onto his hair desperately.

kissing him is redefining the whole concept of kissing to you, and probably ruining every other sexual experience you could have for the rest of your life.

he pushed you into the door, his hands now on your ass.

“shit” he let out quickly as he stopped kissing you so roughly and started giving you quick pecks. “you have no idea how long i wanted to do this.” you hummed. “you’re so fucking hot, it makes me crazy.” the praise was making your stomach twist again, a wet spot being formed between your legs.

he carried you with your legs around his body and took you to his bed. the same bed you have used to lay down to watch movies, to just gossip or discuss things, to do whatever.

he sat down and kept you on his lap, straddling him, but you needed more. as he kissed you roughly and messily you would casually rock your hips, causing friction. after you did that a few times he laid you down on the bed, telling you to stop being such a tease, he got on top of you, supporting himself with his knees, one of them between your legs, causing friction and making you more aroused.

when he started playing with the strings that held the dress together, you knew you were done for, so you let him undo the bow, kissing your neck. he was messy, sometimes he would bite and it would send bolts of electricity down your spine.

“james…” you let out as he bit you again.

“tell me” he said, trailing his kisses down to your clavicle. “can i take this off too?” he asked, playing with your bra. you nodded but he didn’t move an inch.

“i need to hear you say it. can i take this off?” he was such a fucking tease, it made you go crazy. he loved to hear your voice, he knew you wanted him to take it off, he just liked to hear you say it.

“yes, please” you struggled to hold in a moan once he started sucking on your neck.

“thank you” he answered, looking back to the hickey he gave you. “hmm, that’s gonna leave a mark, sorry baby” baby? he had never called you that, you hummed as he took off his collared shirt and then proceeded to take off your bra . he groaned at the sight of you, which drove you mad. his growing bulge was exposed.

he was big.

you immediately regretted every single time you had made a small dick joke (sure, there were only 2 times but they did happen).

he was on his knees, towering over you.

“you’re so pretty”, he leaned down to kiss you again, this time more eager than ever. his right hand cupped your jaw as his left one roamed your body, making you ache for more and more. “i really wanna touch you” he whispered and went back to kissing you, his left hand now between your thighs, waiting for permission to move.

“please” you whisper, stopping the kiss briefly. he kept on kissing you as he stimulated you through the fabric of your underwear, but that didn't happen for long, especially because of how wet it was, he needed to touch you, he couldn't help himself. the dress was so hiked up it looked like a shirt, but instead of helping you take it off, he pulled it down a bit, so he had access to your chest. he immediately started kissing around your left tit, making you go absolutely insane. and that combined with the sudden touch to your clit? yeah, you were getting fucked up that night.

he was better than anyone had ever been to you. sucking in your nipple and fingering you slowly, he was making you go crazy, needing him more.

he stopped sucking on your nipple and went back to your neck, his hand not stopping at all. the right one went to cover your mouth as you moaned.

“be quiet, hm? want everyone to listen? don’t wanna stuff that pretty mouth of yours too” his non dominant hand went to your neck, choking you lightly as his other one fucked into you. you were so close to cumming, with his thumb stimulating your clit as his other fingers went in and out of you, he knew that you were close, specially with the way your pussy was tightening around him. “so fucking tight, aren’t you? can’t imagine how you’re gonna feel around my cock” he stopped and took his fingers out, making you whine, missing the feeling of him.

“jameees” you moan, finding the courage in you to pull him in, giving him a kiss.

“take it off”

“what?” you’re confused.

“the dress, i really wanna fuck you in it but i don’t wanna ruin it.” he lets out. “take it off” he sounded like he was ordering you, and you loved it so much, you wanted to give something back to him.

“i will, but can i suck you off first?” you ask, looking at him doe eyed, and how could he say no?

“you really want to?” he asks, furrowed brows, you nod, quickly getting on your knees as he unbuckles his belt, throwing it on the carpet. he got up and pulled his pants down, staying just in his boxers, he climbed back into bed with you, kissing you sweetly.

you were on your knees in front of him, pulling his cock out of his underwear, stroking it lightly then kissing the tip. you take him in your mouth, using your hands to stroke what couldn’t fit, which, frankly, was about a bigger portion of it. he was the biggest you ever had.

“fuck” he groaned at the movements you were making, using his left hand to get strands of hair out of your face, as his right one supported him on the bed. he was trying not to thrust into your mouth but you were making it so hard. “your mouth was made for me, baby” he whispered, looking into your eyes. his free hand went to your neck, choking you just a bit, as your head bobbed up and down, taking as much as possible.

“so good, your mouth feels so goddamn good honey” he groaned as he finished the sentence and you used your non dominant hand to cup his balls. he was moaning a bit and it was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen or heard, though you were sure you would see hotter things that same night. he started thrusting lightly, he couldn’t help himself, specially with how good your mouth made him feel.

“stop” he ordered you, and so you did, a pop sound being made as you stopped sucking and looked up at him.

“did i do something wrong?” you ask, brows furrowed. his hand hasn’t left your neck, and so he pulls you in by it. his tongue went straight in your mouth, he needed to taste him on your lips.

“i wanna fuck you” he said, looking into your eyes, waiting for any kind of response.

“yes. please do” you quickly say, kissing him quickly.

“the dress” he remembers and you quickly take it off, not stopping the staring for a second.

“want you down on all fours” he says, getting on his knees. you do as he commands, getting in an arch position as he’s on his knees behind you. he can see that you still haven’t taken off your underwear, he bites on your ass cheek and then pulls it down with his teeth.

“you don’t mind if i keep this, don’t you?” he asks, helping you take it off fully. “it’s already ruined”

“it’s yours” you look back at him, he’s smirking like the devil. he throws your underwear into his bedside drawer.

“gotta keep it safe” he whispers. you can feel his bulge through his boxers as he leans in to kiss your neck, you whine, needing him more.

“patience, i’m gonna give it to you, sweetheart” his right hand gave your ass a smack. “up” he said, signaling for you to arch your back even more. as you do so, he groans, pressing his covered member against your wet cunt.

“you’re so pretty like this, all for me?” he asked, using his hand to play with your clit.

“y-yes, all yours” you said, trying not to whine mid sentence.

“good girl. mine” he gave your shoulder a quick peck. “gonna put it in now, okay? tell me if you wanna stop” he took his dick from out of his boxers and pumped it a few times. you could’ve fainted once you felt his tip lined up to your entrance.

he went in slowly, he was way to big for you. every time you thought he was done, there would still be more of him left.

“jaaames” you would whine

“just a bit left; don’t worry, princess” once he was fully inside of you, you felt amazing, like you were in heaven. “you’re so fucking tight, ‘feels so good” he said, trying to to groan, his voice was raspy.

if took a few thrusts for you to get used to his size, but as soon as he picked up a pace, you were a mess. you couldn’t hold in your sounds, the way he was stimulating your clit was absolutely killing you.

“be fucking quiet” he demanded with a groan, “you want everyone to know who you belong to, huh?” he didn’t stop, he just went quicker as a matter of fact.

“fuck!” you squealed as he pinched your clit, his thrusts began to be more rough, you couldn’t even focus. you’re eyes kept rolling back, your mind was fully blank and the only thing that was coming out of your mouth in that moment was a mixture of james, fuck, shit and a few other curse words.

you were in ecstasy.

“you like this, don’t you?” he was grunting lowly in between every few thrusts. you were so close, you felt your high coming to you, the way he was fucking you was not helping with you trying to hold it.

“james ohmygod james, im gonna cum” you say, trying not to stumble over your words.

“ask nicely and i’ll let you” he said, stopping the stimulation on your clit and thrusting harder. he was close too, the way your tight pussy would clench around him was making him go insane.

“please let me cum, james. need it so bad” you blurted out in between whining and moaning. he grins and goes back to stimulating you.

“good girl, do it” he went faster and didn’t stop playing with your clit. your eyes rolled back and you let it go.

your walls clench tight around him, he didn’t stop as you made a mess all over his dick.

as you finished, his thrusts only got harder, you were feeling so overstimulated and you felt like he was close too.

“fuck, sweetheart. gonna cum inside you, that’s alright?” you moaned in answer.

his hips stuttered and you felt his cock twitch spilled inside of you, his juices mixing with yours.

he made sure he got rid of every single drop.

your legs were shaking as he pulled out and tucked himself back into his underwear, you collapsed on the bed and he laid down next to you.

“wanna go back to the party?” he jokes, looking into your eyes.

“shut up” you reply, looking at the ceiling of his room.

“gonna clean you up, okay?” james assured you as he threw you a shirt of his that was under the bed. you put it on but pulled him closer to you.

“okay, but just stay with me for a while if that’s alright.” you asked.

“always” he pressed a kiss onto your forehead and you knew that this was not going to be a one time thing.

[alisonwritesimagines]

Hungry and Tired ~Zayn Malik Imagine~

Requested by anonymous: Can you please do one with zayn where she’s super pregnant and is tired and cranky and wants to eat all the time and he’s trying his best to to comfort her

Summary: You enter the hard part of pregnancy.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry this took too long to post! Things have been hectic in my life right now.

Reader's Pronouns: She/Her

Zayn thought he would never find anyone he would love as much as he loved Gigi. That was until he met you.

You were everything he could ever ask for. Even Gigi liked you as you treated Khai as a second daughter and respected her parenting style. To Zayn, you were the perfect woman he could ever ask for.

Zayn was overjoyed when you announced that you were pregnant. Khai was excited to be a big sister and Gigi was happy that Zayn was happy. Though the first few months were great and blissful, youhad entered the tough part.

"Aw. What's with the pouty face?" Zayn asked as he saw you on the couch with a frown.

"I don't know. I think I entered the rough part of pregnancy," you tell him.

"You'll be okay. Tell me what you need and I will get that for you," Zayn said.

"I am going to apologize now for the crankiness I will have," you warned him.

"And I will be expecting it."

"I feel so hungry," you pouted.

"What would you like to eat then?" Zayn asked.

"I should probably eat something healthy for the baby," you mention.

"Like what?"

"Fruit?" You asked.

"Okay. I'll get that ready for you," Zayn said as he kissed your cheek.

"Thank you," you smile softly at him as he got up to cut some fruit for you.

After your bowl of fruit, you pouted once more at Zayn.

"Hungry again?" Zayn asked you.

"It's not my fault I'm eating for two! Although, it feels like I'm eating for three," you whined.

"Once you give birth then you don't have to feel like you're eating for two," Zayn reminded you.

"But that's not for another two months," you groaned as you lied back on the couch.

"You're almost there," Zayn said as he kissed your head.

"I just want food and sleep," you complained.

"Tell you what, I'll order us some food and afterwards, we can watch a movie or take a walk outside and grab some fresh air," Zayn offered.

"Okay fine," you agreed.

"That's my girl," Zayn says, kissing your head.

Before it got dark, both you and Zayn decided to take a walk outside.

"Are you out of breathe too? Or is it just me?" You asked as you took in some deep breaths.

"You're okay. We can take a pause if you want," Zayn tells you.

"Thanks. Ugh. I can't wait till our little one is out," you say.

"Two more months," Zayn reminds you before kissing your head. "And even afterwards, I'll still be there for you and take care of you," Zayn tells you.

"Thank you."

"Hey. I love you," Zayn says to you.

"I love you too."

"Also, Khai is coming to visit tomorrow. Get all sad right now so you have put on a happy face for her," Zayn says.

"I did tell her we can bake brownies tomorrow," you tell him.

"That's the spirit."

"Okay. Let's stay out a little longer and we can go home," you say to him.

"Okay."

[lunemai]

•• -Mornings With You- ••

Demigod!Y/n x Luke Castellan

Summary - Waking up with Luke on your birthday in a cabin near the beach feels like a dream or at least it was going to be, until some people decided to interrupt.

Warnings - Y/n's godly parent is not specified, she/her pronouns, softness, talk of kids, kissing, no betrayal universe, teeth rotting fluff, marriage, and that's it I think.

part one - part two || can be read as a standalone. ||

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The distant waves and the birds singing walking the shoreline are sounds you look forward to when waking up, this time, it was a different sound, a more annoying sound, a very familiar voice.

"I didn't even mean it like that-" Percy tries to say but is quickly interrupted by the sound of Annabeth's voice, "Yes, you did."

"Okay, you came to my house on this glorious peaceful morning to talk about your.. -marital problems?" Luke talks in between both of them. I can practically hear Annabeth's eye roll, "Of course not, we came to give your prisoner her annual 'congrats on not dying' birthday cake." right. 

Everyone knows as demigods living a long and prosperous life is not guaranteed, therefore; congrats on not dying birthday cake. Though I think that's what every “normal�� person gets, it's just very subtle.

“what? she’s not my prisoner.” I hear Annabeth scoff as I get up from bed and head towards the bathroom door inside mine and Luke’s room, quietly. duh. 

“right.” Annabeth says, there’s a pause before Luke answers, “Right?” though he’s trying to be assertive it sounds more like a question than a statement. 

there’s another pause before I hear that same voice that woke me in the first place, “So are you going to let us in or??” I hear Annabeth shove past him and Luke and head towards the kitchen where the boys also seem to follow.

since I can no longer hear their voices I finally enter the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair, no one wants to look like a monster around Demi-gods of all people, might end up without a head.

coming out of the room I immediately hear the sound of Percy and Annabeth having a conversation about why having too much blue food coloring could ultimately be damaging.

Finally coming into view I see Luke making coffee with his back facing us and the soulmates sitting in bar stools awaiting their drinks.

Percy has a cherry muffin in front of him and Annabeth had buttery popcorn, in the morning.

“Oh hey sleepy head, I’m surprised your kidnapper lets you out of your room,” Annabeth says, Luke turns around with a coffee mug in his hand and leans against the kitchen counter while Percy simply awaits Luke’s rebuttal.

“Same, I guess I must be his favorite victim,” I say, encouraging Annabeth to jab at the fact Luke and I haven’t left our home in 2 weeks since our honeymoon.

“who’s side are you on?” Luke says with his brows furrowed. “The winning side, mine,” Annabeth answers for me.

I raise an eyebrow at Luke walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist once I reach him to look up at his eyes.

“Hi, baby.” He says looking down at me he places one hand on my hip, and his forehead meets mine.

“Hi handsome, you make any for me?” I say pointing at the mug in his other hand with my eyes. 

he squeezes my hip with his hand and nudges my nose with his, “Of course I did, you’re my favorite victim.” he meets my lips with a matching soft smile on his face, 2, 4, 5 seconds and I hear a voice,

“Did you make any for us?” of course, it’s Percy.

sadly, Luke pulls away from the kiss to look at Percy. “You think I want you to have any more energy than you already do?” 

Percy sighs in disbelief, “What energy? I’m a ball of sarcasm, not happiness.” Luke lets out a laugh and replies, “Sure Perse, there should be enough in the pot.”

Luke looks back down at me and pecks my cheek, “You want your ‘congrats on not dying cake’ or me and the beach first?”

with a soft laugh, I respond “Depends, who made it this time?” I say while turning to look at the two occupying the kitchen island.

“Me.” Annabeth says, and that’s all I need to hear, “Cake first then.” Percy shrugs and decides I have a right to say that after last year’s cake.

“I thought adding salt to things made it more flavorful or whatever, I mean they do it with chocolate milk.” even though he’s right, a whole cup of salt on a cake was not the right move.

“Right, but the point is not to aim for a salty flavor.” I have to admit, reading and following instructions will never be an easy feat for a Demi-god, dyslexia, and all that.

“That’s why you have to re-read things Percy,” Annabeth says while getting the cake out of the box. 

Annabeth hands each of us a slice of red velvet cake and we all eat with glee laughter, and sarcasm since Percy and Annabeth are here.

“Okay, now that we ate and used dishes we don’t have to wash, Happy birthday prisoner, try to find an escape route soon,” Annabeth says standing up to hug me and put her dish in the sink for Luke to wash later.

“Yeah, thanks for using water in the only way I could never, Luke,” Percy says also putting his dish in the sink on top of Annabeth's. 

“Don’t worry, I know I can handle water more than you, son of Poseidon,” Luke says gathering mine and his dish, to stack them atop the rest.

“Happy birthday newly kidnapped.” that didn’t sound grammatically correct, but I wouldn’t know. 

“Thanks, Perse, and also thank you for not making the cake.” with a nod full of fake sympathy, Percy and Annabeth walk out the door with a last goodbye hug and a wave.

closing the cabin door, I feel arms wrap around my back, leaning against Luke I feel his chin on my shoulder.

“You know the beach will be here all day,” he says in between the kisses he’s now placing on my collarbone, all leading up towards my jawline.

“Yeah, you’re right about that one,” I say closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of him making a path of kisses up my neck.

“so maybe, we should just go back to bed for a little while.” he finally reaches my cheek, and I open my eyes to turn my head towards his, nudging my nose against his.

“That sounds like a great plan,” I say turning around in his arms to put my hands on his chest.

“Yeah?” he says softly with a deep and passionate kiss following.

breathing heavily I manage to respond

“Yeah.”

notes: this is my first fic in sooo long!! i’m so happy to have this done, it’s 1,081 words and i’m so ducking proud of that.

Thank you sm for reading! I promise there’s many more coming.

REQUEST ARE VERY MUCH OBLIGED.

[capitanoidyll]

Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Part 10 | what is yours, is mine

Warnings | blood, gore, death, yandere satoru, yandere sukuna, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SAYAMI had a problem.

A problem that decided to pop up when he least expected it to.

And that problem was a grotesque monster named Ryomen Sukuna.

The first time he met Sukuna, he had married y/n, and apparently the damned man turned into a curse not long after her death. Then, as Sayu, he hadn't the chance to meet Sukuna as he had killed y/n rather quickly in that life and then was executed shortly after.

And now, as Sayami, he was wondering what he should do.

Despite being the next head in the clan, he wasn't gifted with the six eyes, in this life. Such a gift was so rare that not all of his lives were able to receive them. In other words, he wouldn't be able to fight the curse known as Ryomen Sukuna.

At least, not in this life.

Don't get Sayami wrong though, he wasn't going to kill himself or y/n to start over in hopes of getting the six eyes in the next life.

Now, even though he wasn't particularly gifted in this life, there were two things he did have. His intellect and y/n. It wasn't easy oursmarting and making the people as his stepping stones, and it definitely wasn't easy getting y/n either.

But, either way, he was finally in a good spot in his life, and he wasn't about to let the newly renowned King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna, ruin it.

Not now. Not ever.

"So what should I do ..."

[...]

"You're quite the fool."

"Am I now? Even after I came to meet you?"

"You took y/n away from me!"

"You're still mad about that? That was two reincarnations ago, you need to learn to let things go," Gojo taunted as he stood before Sukuna's throne.

In all of Sayami's thinking, he didn't once imagine a scenario where he would actually come and greet the King of Curses himself. He was in uncharted territory. If Sukuna wanted, he could kill Gojo right here, right now.

But Sukuna wasn't like that. (Ok, he was, but Sayami was sure he would be interested in what Sayami had to offer.)

"Mad? I'm fucking livid, you took the one person I ever cared about away from me. All because you're a selfish prick who couldn't go one life without her."

Sayami saw his opportunity and took it.

"Which brings me to this ... let's make a deal, Sukuna."

The curse paused, his towering figure standing from his throne and descending the marble steps, scattered bones being crushed underfoot as he walked.

"A deal?"

Gojo looked up as Sukuna looked down at him, his eyes calculating.

"Yes, a deal. It's as you said. I'm a selfish man who can't go a single life without y/n. You see, I don't understand why she and I keep reincarnating - who knows, I probably cursed the both of us at some point. In each life I knew her, she was never mine, so the deal I want to offer you is simple... let me have her in this life and then she's all yours in the next."

"All mine."

"Of course, though, you are a curse now, so I don't know how easy it'll be for you to woo her in that regard, but I guess that'll be for you to figure out."

[...]

"I do."

To say how overjoyed Gojo Sayami was as he said those two little words would be an understatement.

Sukuna accepted the deal.

Nothing could ruin this moment.

"And do you, Y/n L/n, take Sayami Gojo as your lawfully wedded husband."

Her eyes seemed to shine as she looked at him. Her hands grasped his own, her head tilted up.

"I-"

And in a moment that happiness seemed to shatter.

It all happened too fast for Sayami. His head seemed to be spinning as he fell to his knees. His hands immediately shaking as he looked down to look at the severed arms that he was holding.

"I decided to back out on our little deal, Gojo Sayami. I think I would much rather prefer killing you and taking y/n for myself in each life that you both live."

He looked to his right. The room was a bloody mess as curses went on a rampage on his and y/n's family. Their screams were loud and clear. Blood-curdling.

"So why did you kill her?"

He couldn't bring himself to look at her dead body, cut to ribbons.

"Why? Because you tainted her. I didn't want a woman that was in love with you. Much like how you didn't want a woman who was in love with me."

Sukuna came to stand before him. His four eyes always looking down at him, "I look forward to meeting you in the next life. Let's see who gets to y/n first, yeah?"

Sukuna didn't let him reply as he severed Gojo's head in one broad stroke of his sword. The metal slicing through easily.

It was time to start again.

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[livesworthlivingau]

Behind the Vale 16

Spoilers for ISAT/Two Hats!

Also got a cameo this time around! Readers of the Sifstem AU will likely recognize it~.

"Nille? Where are you going?" [You call out, noticing she had left your side and started walking towards the tree line off the path.]

"Oh... I don't know really, something was just, calling to me I guess?" [Nille said somewhat absentmindedly, still walking towards the thicket before her. You start after her once she vanishes into the woods.]

"N-Nille?!" [Oh stars, why is she the one vanishing now? Doesn't she know that's our job? You grumble to yourself and chase after. You start to notice a strange feeling as you grow closer... familiar yet unpleasant.]

"Vale! Over here!" [You hear her shout in the distance, passing through several trunks and bushes before finally stumbling into an opening beside her. You grumble even more and brush the leaves off yourself... then you notice the favor tree in front of you, and an odd stranger sitting at it's base. It sat in the exact same pose you used to... It perked up as it noticed you.]

"Huh? Oh! Oh oh hello!! Hello hello! Are you traveling too? I think I'm traveling. But I like this tree so I decided to stop! For now, at least."

[It spoke strangely, polite, deliberate, but also very scattered. It had hair like the night sky, a sea of black with white dots. Constellation lines dotted across it's face.]

"Yeah, we're looking for the saviors, my little sibling's been travelling with them." [Nille explains while you remain a step or two back. You stare cautiously at this stranger and the odd sensation they keep radiating.]

"Saviors? Saviors saviors. . . . Oh! Saviors! Of Vaugarde! Oh yes I remember them, or, a them, anyway. Were they the same saviors? No, there's only one set of saviors isn't there! Haha, silly me. Oh! You must have been walking a while, want to take a break? This tree is very good for taking breaks under."

"That sounds nice! Are you okay though? You seem a bit... discombobulated?"

"I really think we should be heading along actually, busy day and all!" [You try to excuse yourselves, almost dragging Nille away before she elbows you in the side.]

"Don't be rude, Vale!"

"Oh! Yes, sorry! I'm just a bit of a forgetfull mess, haha! Vale's the name? I like it! You should sit down and relax, it really is a nice tree, y'know. Oh! And what's your name!"

[You don't know what compels you, but you suddenly find yourself taking a seat opposite them.]

"Wh-How did you blinding do that?!"

"What are you going on about?! I'm so sorry about them, I'm Nille, what's your name?" [She says, taking a seat beside you, still giving you a confused and annoyed look.]

"Do wha- oh! It's quite alright, I'm Jinn! It's a great pleasure to meet you both!! You're looking for the saviors, right? Yes you said that, it was. . . Oh! You're looking for that kiddo Bonnie right?"

[Nille lights up at the mention of Bonnie.]

"Yeah! I guess the resemblance is pretty obvious, have you met them?!" [You continue to stare cautiously at this stranger, everything about it gave you pause... especially somehow knowing 'its' pronouns inherently now that you think about it.]

"Yes? No? I think so! Forgive me, my memory is hazy, haha. Oh! I do remember they are an amazing chef!! Who were they traveling with, again?"

[Nille looks to you expectantly, to which you roll your eyes and comply.]

"There's the fighter, the researcher, the house maiden, and the traveler." [You say with your arms crossed. Nille gives you another annoyed look.]

"You know you can use real names, right?"

"Oh! Oh of course! Haha of course you would know that. I think. I think?. . . . Names. . No middle name. . . No last name. . ."

"Wh-What did you just say?!"

"Yes, names, names, it was, was. . . Something, someth- Oh! Siffrin! That was it, yes! Oh! I'm remembering now, thank you! How could I forget! Oh dear, Vale, I'm so terribly sorry, it took me so long to recognize you! It really is a pretty name, you know. Picking out a third new name for yourself? Well it's just so. . . Vaugardian of you!"

"SHUT UP!! WHO ARE YOU?! HOW DO YOU KNOW ALL OF THIS?!" [You shout as you jump to your feet, you try to summon your dagger, but you don't seem to have access to it anymore...]

"Vale, what the crab's gotten into you?!"

"IT KNOWS SOMETHING! IT KNOWS AND IT'S PUTTING ON THIS STUPID ACT!!"

"Oh Vale! Please, stop yelling. I'm trying to piece my own sentences back together and it's really not helping. And I'm sorry, Pétronille, for causing such a scene."

[You grab at your throat as you try to scream once more, though nothing comes out. You start to panic which only makes you wish to shout more.]

"... I don't think I told you my full name..."

"You didn't? Oh! Oh of course you didn't! I have so much to remember I forget that I don't remember! Ah, no, it's coming back to me, I am sorry. My name is Jinn! But, well, that's just a name. A name I like to go by. Most who know me know me as Keaoholo'oko'a. Sorry if that causes a headache, by the way."

[The word cuts through you like a knife. It doesn't hurt but it takes all the fight out of you. You slump back down to sitting and stare in awe at the 'stranger'.]

"Y-You're... oh stars..."

"Uhhh... What?" [Nille winces some as the word affects her a bit more negatively, shaking off the light pain.]

"Yes, stars indeed. I know it might be strange for me to say, but, truly I have as bad a memory for such things as you do. It's wonderful to finally meet you, in honesty, I was building up the courage. Although, I don't think I planned on meeting you per-chance like this."

"C-Courage?... Y-You were afraid to meet me?..."

"Okay someone's gotta explain to me what's going on. Who is this, Vale?"

"This is... uhhh... The Universe?..." [The words fall out of your mouth in disbelief, you could hardly believe it yourself.]

"... Riiiight..."

"Oh! Yes! Vaugardians do not know of my existance do they. A shame, the culture exchange used to be so vibrant! What a thing to see. . . Truly, Change can be so welcoming and nice. . . Hmm. . . How to explain. . . I would ask Vale too but, I'm not sure they would be much better."

"I am. . . Hmm. Everything that ever was and ever will be, everything in the night sky, the stars, and all of ones willpower and desier. Such as your Change God is a manifestation of entropy and change, I am that of all that currently is. Oh, oh I am really remembering things now."

"... Why do I actually believe that?"

"Because it's the truth, Now about you being scared to meet me?" [You ask almost excitedly. The universe had crabbed us over plenty in the past, and now it was scared of us?]

"A-ah, yes, well. . . . . . I'm sorry."

[As the sincere apology escapes its lips, you want to feel smug. You want to rub it in its face. You want to scream and smack them for everything they put you through... Yet that all just melts away, hugging yourself after a moment.]

"... I can assume what it is you're apologizing for, but honestly I'd really like to hear you say it..."

"R-right. . . I'm sorry, for being a terrible guide. A terrible god. I am to lead you, lead you all. To teach you, to help you grow as a person. I am the shepherd and you, and all from our home, are to follow."

"In return, I grant your wishes. If I do my job right, then such wishes will be trivial and easy things. Things that will not cause grief. But, I have failed. And three time's now a wish has nearly ended it all."

"... That... That means a lot to hear from you... Thank you. And hey, that last wish didn't turn out so bad, all things considered~!"

"You mean the one that crabbing killed you, Vale?!"

"Oh it's not like that's anything new for me~." [Nille seems unimpressed by your response.]

"I couldn't mess this one up! If I did I'd never live it down!! Do you like the new face? I can't claim credit for it, but, I do hope you don't feel. . . Wrong?"

"I couldn't be happier with it~."

"Definitely beats that torch light you were sporting before." [She chuckles out, causing you to smirk a bit.]

"Well that face served it's purpose anyway. Much as the one I'm wearing is now. . . . What do you plan to do, Vale? When you meet them again? Or do you plan on avoiding them forever."

"... I don't want to keep avoiding them, but I don't know what I'm going to do." [You admit, looking away rather ashamedly.]

"Perhaps, if you talk to your new companion about your deeper situation, she could help."

"Is it talking about your first two wishes?" [Nille asked, cautiously placing a hand on your shoulder. You allow her but still look away as you respond.]

"I'd rather we just leave that all in the past..."

"You and I both know it's going to come up. Wasn't the whole lesson of that misadventure to talk to those important to you?"

"Oh come on, you have to admit I'm miles ahead of how I was even just a couple weeks ago!"

"Wait... You're telling me they were worse than this?"

"Impossibly so! I truly am proud of how far they've come, but yes. They were much, much worse. I thought you would have talked to at least one of your companions before hitting the triple digits, but. . ."

[Nille grips your shoulder a bit tighter at that, though you only wish to escape this moment even more.]

"Those days are finally over, I'd greatly appreciate if we just move on..."

"Of course, of course. I am sorry. I will not push you to explain such things, although, it will come up in your future. It's up to you how it will."

[You just sit in uncomfortable silence, waiting for the topic to change. Nille takes the hint and sighs.]

"Well, if you're not gonna talk about it, then lets just move on. I don't suppose you can help me find Bonnie?"

"Hmmmmmmm well I coooould~ if you ask right. That's the issue with my existence, I'm bound by simple things. Changey is lazy, yes, but if they want to give you a gift they can just, do it. I have to wait for, well, the proper paperwork, in essence."

"Well that sounds easy eno-"

"NO! I'm sorry Nille, but you're not making a wish!" [You find yourself back on your feet, you leapt out of your seat before realizing it with your protest. She looks to you in shock and confusion.]

"Well why the crab not?! I need to find Bonnie and we're just going in circles at this point!"

"Wishes aren't just something to play with... I don't want you getting mixed up in all of this, you've seen how they can go..."

". . . I will admit, my ability to properly grant such things have only deteriorated since our home. . . Well, well I was proud I was able to grant your latest one correctly."

"Gruesome methods notwithstanding, it did turn out well in the end I guess... Alright, it's decided then~." [You say with your chipper mask slipping back on. You get up and start to look around the base of the tree.]

"What's decided? What are you doing?"

"Looking for a leaf, to make your wish~!"

"Wishing ritual, Pétronille, they are quite important for the craft. I imagine Vale can show you how. . . . I'll do my best not to. . . Ruin it."

"No, I'm taking this burden, I don't want Nille taking any risk over this."

"You don't gotta protect me Vale, I can handle myself."

"Well too bad, it's not happening and that's final~." [You tease with a confident grin. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, but does nothing more to object.]

"Now, any suggestions on the exact wording, Jinn?"

". . . Be true to what you want, try not to let other thought cloud what you truly want. Be honest. I. . . Cannot give much more than that. The intent and emotion behind the words matter as much as the words itself."

[You nod, finding a leaf that reminds you the most of Nille. You clear your mind before whispering softly into it thrice.]

"I wish for Nille to find Bonnie safe, sound, and soon." [You then fold it delicately and drop it at Jinn's feet.]

"You didn't need to do that... but thanks, Vay..."

"Anytime, Nille~."

". . . . . You are a very kind soul, Vale. You had both best be off, you'll see what I have for you soon enough. Oh! And before I forget, Pétronille. You are a wonderful sister, and Boniface cares for you very much. I'm glad I finally got to meet you after Changey got all gushy about you a while ago~"

"W-Wait, Ch-changey?... A-As in...." [Nille stammers out, looking like she just saw a ghost nearly.]

"Changey! Change god! Your god! The earings aren't for show, dear. They're just the absolute cutest. And with how brave you were when your home was frozen, to save your little sibling, oh it must have struck a chord."

[You only now realize it's wearing a pair of bonding earrings, one shaped like a star, and one shaped like the change symbol. Nille whispers to herself giddily.]

"Holy crab the change god was watching!!!"

"Well, it's been a surprising pleasure but I think that's enough god stuff for today!" [You remark, starting to push Nille along before anything else happens on this insane day.]

"I can use my own legs, Vale!"

"Good luck out there! If you need me, well, you know what to do~."

Thanks so much to @vulpixisananimal for helping me plan/write this out and Jinn's lines! Absolutely adore how all this went!~

[ryanwritesfanfiction]

Specs x fem!reader

They’ve been dating for a while and he lets her in on what he does for work after she confesses she’s psychic.

I Never Told You What I Do for a Living

Specs x reader

a/n: this is the first fanfiction ive actually written so if its not very good give me some time for improvement im learning,, also english is my second language,, ps i havent seen the insidious movies in a minute so this might be kinda off :3 |no pronouns, no use of y/n

wc: 500ish

In the few months that you had been dating Specs, you had both gotten to know each other fairly well and were very comfortable with each other. However, he was very avoidant whenever you would bring up what he did for a living. Eventually, you started to feel like you were prying, so you gave up on asking and decided to let him tell you whenever he felt comfortable.

Even though you two had been dating for a while, you hadn’t gotten around to telling Specs about your clairvoyant abilities, not because you were ashamed or purposefully hiding it, but because the subject had not come up. 

It was a lazy Saturday morning and you and Specs had decided to go for coffee and a walk. On your way back to your apartment, you walked past an old house and you immediately felt a strong feeling of anger radiating from whatever spirits were in the house. While walking past the house, the energy was so strong that it caused you to physically have to stop and breathe. Specs immediately noticed the change in your demeanor and looked at you with concern in his eyes. You recovered quickly and continued walking. 

“You know that house is super haunted,” you said absent-mindedly.  “Really?” Specs said in an intrigued tone “How do you know that?”

 You smiled “I might be a touch psychic,” you said as you both continued walking. Specs turned to you “Oh, So do you have premonitions or is it just feelings?” he said excitedly “A little bit of both actually” you replied and he nodded attentively 

“Do you hear and see stuff or can you just feel things?” he asked. You paused to take a sip of your coffee before you replied “I feel and hear it mostly, if the energy is really strong that’s when I might be able to see things”

 “Wow,” Specs looks at you very absorbed in the conversation “That is fascinating” You felt a bit surprised by his attitude since other people who have told you this information seemed to regard you as crazy or would outright dismiss anything you said. “You know most people I tell that to look at me like I’m a lunatic”  

He’s quiet for a little before replying “You know I think you should meet my boss” You were a little confused since it kinda seemed like it was unrelated to the conversation but you were interested nonetheless since this was the closest you had gotten in months in being able to find out what he does. “Really?” you responded “Why would you want me to meet your boss?” you joked.

 He smiled “Well actually, she’s a medium and I’m kind of like her assistant, or at least one of her assistants, Tucker also helps a little but I have a slightly more important role,” he said proudly “We’re sorta like professional ghost hunters” you smile back in response and he continues, “I think you should work with us some time” 

You thought about it for a brief moment “Do you think your boss would like me?” Specs smiled at you “I think she would love you, I know that I do”

[staybabblingbaby]

SKZ x Coordi (Lee Know Part) a1 d4

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is a successful makeup artist with a notorious and prolific career and no self awareness. Reader joins JYP as a part of Stray Kids' team and encounters their hazing ritual for new coordis: flirting.

Word Count: 639

Notes: I don't really like this one. It doesn't really feel Lee Know enough, yknow? I'll probably revise this entirely at some point. Upon review I also think the flirt is too subtle for the reaction Reader has. I mean, I would fold, but Reader is stronger than me lol. I am not our strongest soldier. Also needs editing for clarity + detail.

Warnings: None that I know of? Reader has weird self esteem but it's not bad? Reader referred to with She/Her pronouns

Masterlist link :D | Prev Part Link <3 | Next Part Link ;3

You’re not sure if it’s Han or Bangchan who informs the rest that you’re game to play along, but they must have. There's no other reason for the next attempt to be so much bolder. It’s about three days after Chan’s cheesy pickup line and you’re shadowing Lee Know’s usual makeup artist today. The two of you had decided (with Lee Know’s consent, of course) to do an even split down his face, and you’d copy what she was doing as she was doing it. It was working wonderfully, in your humble opinion, and as long as Ji-Won doesn’t look too long at your station, you’re certain you’ll get away with it.

You’re chatting idly with the idol as the other artist does one of his eyes. You’d kept bumping elbows at that point and you’d decided to back off for a bit in favor of preserving the look. Once you’d made some friends outside of work, maybe you’d be able to convince them to do something similar. Then you jostle each other all you wanted. Somehow, the topic of age comes up.

“I’m a 2000’s baby,” you inform him cheerfully, “I’m between Hyunjin and Han, age-wise.” He narrows his one open eye at you, and you can swear you see the moment a devious thought crosses his mind.

“Ah,” he muses, “You’re younger than me? Should I call you informally then?” You narrow your eyes at him then. You’re aware there’s a trap in there somewhere. The entire team was well aware of your overly polite manner of speech at this point. Even the girls you’d tentatively consider friends at this point were not granted permission to speak informally with you. Ji-Won was the only one who dared, as your head stylist. Still, you yourself spoke very politely to her in turn.

You know Lee Know is well aware of this. Lee Know is aware that you’re aware. You walk into the trap with a reluctant smile pulling at your lips anyways.

“Not at work, no.” You deny him. Your professionalism was your value, and you were someone who stuck by their principals. A smirk crawls over his face and you know you’ve been had.

“So home would be fine then?” He questions innocently, like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. The implication is not lost on you nor on the stylist currently painting his face. You choke on a surprised laugh and her face contorts in amusement and embarrassment.

Quick as a whip, you shoot back, “In your dreams, maybe.” your sunbae finally cracks at this, setting the brush she was using down to sink to the floor and giggle helplessly into her knees. Lee Know, on the other hand, is looking at you with smug approval. And you simply cannot let that stand.

You lean forward with devious intent written all across your face. You lean in until your mouth is level with his ear, taking advantage of the other coordi’s distraction.

“And oh, what sweet dreams they’d be,” You whisper seductively, pausing just to emphasize, “Oppa.” before you lean back and smile, pleased as punch, at his flabbergasted expression.

You turn to your sunbae, still giggling on the floor, and offer to finish your side of Lee Know’s face while she pulled herself together. She flaps a hand at you uselessly, and you take that as permission. If you’re using the distraction to keep yourself from blushing, that’s for you and your elevated heart rate to know. After all, it’s not often you’re propositioned with such a sweet voice.

You can’t totally count this as a win, in all fairness. But you gave as good as you got, you think, and so you’ll count this one as a tie. Congratulations, Lee Minho, the first SKZ point on the board.

Coordis - 3, SKZ - 1.

[jazzmckay]

davg day 12, which was yesterday but i fell asleep before i could finish this post:

i'm drawing closer to the end, friends

started with taash, and ohhh i really felt for them, even if i didn't love their mom, their pain was so palpable. fantastic voice acting. i brought lace along because it felt right to have her there to support taash too.

after taash used fire breath to explode a barricade sdfgmf lace pls

oouughh using taash's pronouns for the first time ;w;

rook angery

a beautiful and painful shot

afterwards, when taash said "we never got to fix it", i felt that. too real dude :c

interesting lore! i'm curious what exactly the mage/templar situation is like all these years later

criiiies

and the tablet... oh boy. that sounds like how the kossith became the qunari. i am, naturally, intrigued as hell. i wanna know more sooo badly.

fuck yea just a pair of qunari saying "fuck the qun"

belaaaaaa T_T <3 my da2-loving heart cant handle it

the whole "making a proper apology" part of this scene was great ;w; i love how chill they handled the misgendering, it's a good showcase for how to handle it irl, i think. dont make such a dramatic fuss about it that you make the person uncomfortable and all that, just take it seriously and move on. i wanna write a meta post eventually about my interpretation of / how i felt about the nb rep because there's so much to say which is actually kinda revolutionary, they did not cut corners here. it's so much more than i couldve ever imagined <3

i moved on to davrin's quest after fully exploring the new part of the rivain map. actually interesting how this questline ties into the books a bit. i havent read the last flight one yet, but i HAVE read the calling. and this has me more hyped for the last flight, certainly.

lmfao

CUTE

the choice at the end of this one also gave me pause. not as hard as emmrichs, but much to consider. i ended up going with the griffons staying in arlathan forest. i was really touched by assan helping the halla, and i just want the griffons to be safe and happy. i'm also hoping that there won't even be blights anymore after this. i mean, the world is gonna be fucked up no matter what happens in the end, i imagine, since the blight has spread so much and as we know from the anderfels, it can take an extremely long time for the land to recover... but i'd like to think the griffons can return to nature now ;w;

hug!!!! assan!!!!!!!

loved this sm

taash said: blood magic is literally fine between two consenting adults 👍

fantastic. a fun and interesting quest with a sweet ending. i love the tone of hope, it feels really important considering what the south is facing.

i finished off everything i had access to in the wetlands as well, and then! onto treviso and lucanis!

facing the butcher was pretty nerve wracking for my rook, because of her backstory. scary, but she was also mad and determined. it was a good fight.

and in the end, it felt right to let jacobus decide the governors fate :>

hot ngl...

for this choice, i went with imprisoning illario. my rook wouldve been out for blood, and would only hold back for lucanis' sake, because she knows that even after everything, illario is important to him. but since the option was "imprison" not "kill", i got to pick the harsher option, it was a good enough middle ground for me. i dont know that letting illario be completely forgiven is safe, really. he doesnt seem to see lucanis as anything but a demon now :(

got a convo between davrin and bellara where she tries to ask if there's an extra griffon she can have lmaooo another point for bellara/merrill. bellara should invite merrill to go visit the ones in arlathan. i got another where spite was upset that manfred/curiosity was gone. :'((((( ouchie

i have a tiny wrap-up quest with lucanis but other than that, my journal is empty except for the next story mission. oh lord it coming. all my companions are heroes and all the factions are maxed out... satisfying. i dont have all the maps 100% cleared but in most cases i cant see where i'm missing things so it might only get revealed as i progress the story? hopefully!

[dove00]

Movie Night Attempts

(Hey! Thanks for all the love for the idea of a flash family web toon! I decided to try and write the ideas. I do not own DC or the characters. Hope you all like it. Sorry if this is bad! Have a great day/night!)

“You know this isn’t going to work, right?” Joan wondered. 

Jay shook his head. “We have to try.”

“You make it sound like we’re fighting a battle.” Max laughed. 

“Maybe because you have never seen Ace and Bart argue about movies before.” Barry said. “It’s awful.” 

“I heard that!” Two voices called from the living room. 

The four of them left the kitchen and went to the living room where the entire “flash” family were waiting for them. 

This should be fun. 

_______

Attempt #1 

Jay put a stop to the arguing by picking a movie. 

He picked a science fiction film on Bart’s list of “movies I have to see from this time!!!!” Science fiction was also Wallace’s favorite type of movie. 

Both became quiet. 

Jay put it in and the beginning music started to play when sirens started sounding. 

The family—that could—rushed into costume and, after a quick goodbye to the civilians of the family, rushed off to see what the problem was. 

Impulse and Kid Flash forgot their feud in the name of making fun of Condiment King before the second Flash rushed him back to Gotham. 

Attempt # 2 

They got to the end of the beginning credits when there was a knock on the door. 

Before anyone could stop her, Irey rushed to the door. 

In her mind, she didn’t really care about the movie, so she’ll answer the door. 

She threw the door open. 

“Iris.” Wally said, coming up to her. “What have we told you about answering the door—“

Wally paused when he saw who was at the door.

A person with silver hair and dark eyes stood awkwardly at the door. 

“Hi? My name’s Jess Chambers. I’m from another earth.” 

Explaining all of that was…new. Jess, who uses they/them pronouns, explained that they fell into a portal. They’re 15 years old and they have super speed. Linda had turned off the movie to give Jess everyone’s attention. 

“Oh! You’re like Princess Andy.”Jai pointed out, making Jess pause. 

Well, pause for a speedster second. 

“What do you mean?” 

“She’s 15, too.”

“Okay?” 

“Welcome to this earth.” Is all Wally could really say. 

Attempt # 10

By this time, Jess really understood what it meant to be in the flash family. 

They had stopped some rogues from robbing a bank, then helped a Green Lantern (who Wally couldn’t stop arguing with) fight a man in yellow, then members of Earth's JSA came and needed advice on the speed force. 

By the time everyone came back, it was nearing eight o’clock at night. 

“It is the weekend. I suppose everyone can stay up a little later. If everyone wants to?” Linda wonders. 

Immediately, two very happy twins rush to the couch at human speed. 

Everyone gets comfortable and Max promises Jess quietly to help them adjust to this Earth as the movie starts. 

They get 30 minutes in before everyone is sleeping. 

Jess’ last thought while being awake was “I could get used to this.” 

[goblin-enjoyer]

wee bit of a secret vent posty type deal to be shoved into the middle of the night.

title is accurate. move on if you don't wanna ready some random biz about me complaining about gross stuff.

so recently ive been researching estrogen and its effects. real basic stuff, estimated times for things, general list of stuff, warnings etc etc. and it sounds pretty great. slower and lesser growth of facial and body hair would improve my opinion of my body so much. from "ew I hate having to look and feel this" to maybe an "I feel clean again, I'm fine with not always wearing long socks when going out or wearing a long bathrobe when wearing pajama shorts". soft skin is always nice as my most comfortable positions usually are the ones where my body is wrapped around myself. it also would go well with the prior mentioned thing. from what ive read, less erections and less sperm and ejaculation. Which would be SO good for me. i hate being asleep, having a nice nonsensical dream, then BOOM everything pauses and starts to fade as i quickly have to do a bloody quick time event and concentrate and wake up fast enough before my waste of biomass tube detonates unwanted waste material. like the amount of times i have had to take a 6 am walk of shame to the bathroom to clean up and put on a fresh pair of pj pants is way higher than it ever should be. I know its a gross subject (mostly to my aro/ace flesh hating ass) but a little relief of "oh the balls produce less of this so at least there's a chance that it might be longer periods of time between this event" would do wonders for my mental. but here's where the venting starts coming in hot. How do people know their trans? like I'm not trying to be rude or anything but how do people come to that conclusion? Because I just cant fully relate to what I've seen and it just feels kinda icky that my brain cant just pick and stay on what it wants me to be. Do I want to be a woman specifically? eh no not fully. while I hate the flappy weak spot that is a penis, I really like having the option to either stand or sit while peeing. and its not like I'm using it for anything else, its a small tube that I use for waste removal, the reproductive functions are vestigial. I'm an aromantic asexual and I very much know it, anyone who knows me for a decent chunk of time knows it. I have no use for cum or erections. the only time i get an erection is when I forget to go to the bathroom before going to bed and wake up with a full bladder. no horny shiz just bad resource management. I would LOVE if my cylinder produced less and was just in general smaller and less "functional". do i want to be a man specifically? ZOG NO. i dont want to be all bulky and hairy. i dont want have the expectations of that. i know that builds are all different and that but i dont want to look like my father, i dont want to look like my mother either. no hate to them i love my parents, its just i dont want to be this noticeable person? Ugh writing how i feel about things is hard, but this is a vent post and it doesn't have to be comprehendible. I wish i could just be lean, boney and hard to make out from a distance. yet i still want nice and soft skin. but i dont want to be all that feminine presenting, nor masculine presenting. i want to just be that guy, you know what i mean? guy used in the most gender neutral way possible. maybe androgynous is the word. I would be totally fine using pretty much any pronoun. heck i think it would feel pretty good and nice and stuff to be called a girl, go by she her, while also just being a guy with he him. if i could go by any pronouns i would. it would feel just splendid, great even. to just not have to deal with the game and just go with the flow of things. I just wish my body/brain could decide on what it wants. because the big thing with estrogen is that it gives you breasts. Do I want breasts? I.. just don't know. all brain signs in my mind think it would feel good having boobs, breasts, tits, honker bo donkers, whatever you call them. but also my brain also screams at me that having them would be a complete burden to my life. [REACHED POST LIMIT CONTINUEING IN REBLOG]

[pacexlikexaxghost]

Steven is a little taken aback by the reaction to his pronouns and the high five offer, but he's never one to turn down a high five.

❝Uh, sure!❞

They're not sure they'd actually... told anyone that before? It was never a big deal. The gems are... gems. Amethyst routinely turns into all manner of objects; it's not like gender ever seemed like it mattered. And he's heard random stories about his dad's dating history before his mom, and there didn't seem to be any consideration of it there. And Garnet is... Garnet.

It's all just kinda been whatever. Why should it be a big deal?

It's kinda funny for Pearl to be the one saying she doesn't get gender though, she's undeniably the girliest of them.

Well, maybe Steven is girlier than her sometimes. He just does whatever feels right. And sometimes that's glitter and skirts and ruffles and such. He likes pretty things.

While Pearl is just a ballerina. Which... why is that like, gendered? Weird.

❝Well, a few times Ruby was met with confusion until they heard her talk and decided her voice was feminine, same with Bismuth, though I think in this day and age they would just be read as, ah, what's the term... tomboys? And myself, in the past when I steadfastly refused to make my form match the women's fashion of the day, but then I spoke and they instead condencended to me and told me to dress like a real woman.❞ She rolls her eyes. ❝But, generally, yes, gems tend to be read as feminine by humans. I've never seen a masculine pronoun really stick to a gem, even when the human speaking was confused.❞

❝Who are Ruby and Bismuth?❞

Pearl pauses, both saddened at Bismuth's loss (at least they probably aren't going to find her as a monster; shattered is worse, but Pearl doesn't know that she'd be able to make herself fight a corrupted Bismuth) and also needing to answer that carefully. ❝... Two other Crystal gems I knew in the War, Steven.❞

❝Oh, okay.❞

She listens with interest as Flicker tries to explain gender, not that they say all that much clearly.

❝The queer community? Gender roles I'm familiar with, and I'm... not a fan, but I'm, admittedly, extremely out of touch with human culture. If it wasn't something Rose was involved with and told me about, I don't really know about it.❞

❝You should ask my dad. I think he was involved with that, with the stories he's told about touring.❞

Pearl makes a face. She will not be doing that. ❝I'll keep that in mind.❞ She focuses her gaze back on Flicker. ❝I suppose you could say my pronouns don't 'match' mine then, given that I don't have a gender. Not that I'd mind other pronouns either; it really doesn't matter.❞

❝I'm okay with she, it wouldn't make me uncomfy; it's just like... not accurate. Not that anyone has ever made that mistake.❞

❝And as for the organic pronouns, they could roughly translate out to a male, female, and unknown or variable. But they're really only used in a strict biological sense, because research is the only Diamond sanctioned,❞ she says the words mockingly, ❝reason for gems to be interacting with organics at all.❞

Oh. Steven? What kind of story about fusion would require Steven not being here for it? Well now it was even more intriguing. They both nodded back to communicate that they'd understood, though.

Flicker snickered. "Yeah, if she can't even stay together long enough to try things that aren't fighting? You don't have to worry about that at all."

"Oh!" Flicker grinned. They reached over for a high five. "Always nice to meet someone else in the community!" Dang, Steven had figured themself out even younger than Flicker did, too.

. . . Well. Maybe not, if they counted the fact that they'd only been alive for seven years before they realized they could just use whatever pronouns they wanted. In that case it depended on when Steven figured it out too.

They were deeply interested as Pearl went on. "Really? They don't have genders at all?" Though after a pause they added, "I guess that sort of makes sense. I mean. You're all gems that are made. The only differences are the type of gem." And having a singular pronoun sounded wayyyyyy easier than having a pronoun for each type of gem. "They really hardly ever use anything other than feminine pronouns for you guys, though?" They supposed that's where their mind would have naturally gone with the gems they'd met here, too, but they'd only seen a handful of different types of gems, and they were fairly certain there had to be a lot more types than just the ones on earth. All of them tended to be called by feminine pronouns?

They wondered if Rose potentially having a gender when the others didn't by default would make her trans.

At Pearl's contemplation over the purpose of gender, Flicker shrugged. "I don't really know how to explain it. I mean I guess there are different gender roles? But also like subverting those gender roles is a big part of the queer community. And gender itself is like . . . a feeling? I guess you wouldn't know it if you don't have one. Proving a negative and all that. Sometimes people have multiple, sometimes people have none, sometimes it's nebulous and sometimes it's not. I dunno! It depends on the person. But there's so many out there and people figure out terms to describe how they feel all the time.

"A lot of times the pronouns you choose match your gender, but not always. There's just-" They tossed their hands up. "I dunno! It's difficult to explain! Just- being misgendered is uncomfy as heck. Like, that's not me, why are you calling me that? Stop calling me something I'm not."

A pause, and an embarrassed laugh. "Sorry. Anyway, so then what are the differences between the three organic pronouns?" They were fascinated by all of this.

[just-my-hyperfixations-ya-know]

Cirrus x Anxious!GN!Reader

Summary:

Cirrus has her eyes on a guitar tech that sets up their instruments before the show after hearing a very interesting array of songs that were used on a mic check. 

Warnings: cussing, anxiety all the time, maybe mild autism but that's also just how I experience the world, sexual references but nothing too explicate, kinda a slow build-up with POV switches that are labeled so it's obvious

Pronouns: Cirrus she/her, Reader they/them

Word Count: ~4400

Reader POV

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight…” you mutter to yourself, keep counting, “eight guitars, four are acoustic, all are Jasmine acoustic, four are electric, all are squire fenders, we only need 2 of each but just in case.” If Dewdrop decides to abuse his guitar and manages to break a string, or a guitar gets dropped, or if someone trips or falls off the stage and damages a guitar, or a strap breaks and it falls and it messes with the mic. Wait, breathe, we need air. We just need to breathe. Taking a deep breath and you look over to see Cirrus, oh my wait is she looking in my direction. Walking towards the rack of spare mics not really paying attention to where your feet are at this moment.

WHAM.

“Shit” you say as you promptly fall over a speaker and your hands collide with the ground barely keeping you from smacking your face into the ground, hands already stinging.

“Are you okay?” You hear a higher voice but only see black and white shoes at that moment. The unknown person then reached out a gloved hand to help you up and you accepted. As you look up to see who it is when you lock eyes with a chrome mask you freeze.

“I- I er um yeah, thanks.” Your face begins to feel hot realizing who  just watched you eat dirt but also just helped you up from falling over.

“Watch out, or you’ll start to look like Dewdrop from all the tripping.” Cirrus laughed.

“I,” you pause, “yeah, I’ll uh take note.” before exiting as quickly as possible with your eyes facing the floor hoping you were not starting to sweat before barely even starting work. It’s only been an hour and you should not already be this sweaty. Okay sound check, just a quick sound check.

“Y/n are you ready for a sound check?” Your walkie statics to life.

“Yes I am ready.” You reply

“Okay first up keyboards.” the static walkie replies 

Stepping up to the keyboards your first run your hands all down the keyboard to make sure every key worked before then playing a simple tune, Addams Family Theme because it seemed funny. 

Cirrus POV

“Hey Dewdrop you wouldn't believe what reminded me of you on my way over here.” I laughed while walking towards him. 

“What was it?” He asked. Before being able to answer I heard the mic testing start for tonight's ritual. Wait, is that The Addams Family I thought. 

“Is that The Addams Family theme song being played on my piano for mic testing?” I asked aloud. Dewdrop's ears peaked promptly.

“Yeah, that one tech that tours with us is the one that usually tests just guitars now just tests all of the instruments to save on time, they can only play guitar so there is always something funny and simple playing for the pianos and drums.” Dewdrop answered.

“How do you know this?” I asked.

“I break my strings so often that the Swiss started to make me help the guitar techs with fixing the guitars after shows since it was my fault. So I talk to Y/n after shows and we kinda hang out because it takes a few hours depending on the show and what I fucked up that night. It’s fun though they are cool, very anxious though.” Dewdrop answered. 

Reader POV

“Okay what's next?” you ask the walkie

“Your favorite, guitars.” the little black box replied.

“Hell yeah.” you mutter, “any requests?” before asking the sound crew.

“Do ‘Phantom of the Opera’ . I just want to see if it's possible.” the crew replied back.

“Yes, it's annoying but yes.” you groaned knowing fully well this only would use 1 string and you need to still check them all. Before proceeding to pick up a guitar and starting.

Cirrus POV

“Wait, that's strange, is that one of those musicals being played on a guitar?” I asked Dewdrop.

“I asked about this before, the sound crew and them have a bet, it's just about whatever is funniest or hardest they play on the guitar for mic checks.” Dewdrop answered.

“I’ll be back.” I half mutter walking towards the stage. Standing in the wings I see them smiling and laughing while playing the different guitars on stage.

Reader POV

“Okay you win for that one but we still need all of the strings played.” Sound said through the walkie. 

“I could have told you that, okay just gonna do something quick that uses the other strings.” you replied, a thought pops into your head, before then starting the intro to ‘Seek and Destroy’ by Metallica and then quickly plucking the last string towards the end so we had all the strings.

“Cool, alrighty we gotta repeat for the next 7 now.” Sound laughed though the walkie.

“Any challenges?” I asked.

“Flight of the bumblebee?” 

“I hate all of you.” you laughed into your walkie, you then picked up the next electric guitar while attempting the next song, which was nearly impossible it seems. You then aftering doing the first 2 measures give or take then plack the last three strings to be sure that all were tested. After a mildly successful attempt which was really 2 times slower than the songs actual speed but you didn’t feel like tearing up your fingers you then speak into the walkie “You owe me dinner, after the show before you leave you owe me dinner for that one.” You chucked into the walkie attached to the shoulder of your polo.

“Alright, that is fair, I thought that one wasn’t possible, how do you know these off the top of your head?” Sound crew questioned.

“I play by ear.” You answered.

“Bull shit!” The walkie screamed. You then covered my ears from the sudden volume increase. “Oh sorry, I forgot about that.” The walkie was way quieter that time.

“Don’t worry about it, once we are done with these instruments, check . I just need to take a quick 5 minute break.” You say.

“Yeah, not a problem.” Sound says.

“Alright, I want to just speed through the next few guitars, no challenges?” You asked.

“Hell yeah, let's get this show on the road.” Sound enthoistually replied. You then pick up the next guitars and do different little quick riffs to check on each of them. “O Sweet Child Mine” by Guns n’ Roses, followed up with “Master of Puppets' ' by Metallica to finish off the electric guitars. 

You choosing to be slightly amusing for the acoustic guitars the first was “Fly me to the moon” by Frank Sinatra, without the capo everything was down about 5 keys but still it sounded like fly me to the moon, then “Remember Me” from Coco because its funny to play random little Pixar soundtracks while working, “Crazy little thing called love” by Queen, and finally “I’m yours” by Jason Maraz because sometimes when touring with a satanic metal band it's nice to have a little bit of light hearted songs. Plus it was really to see the reactions from the crew setting up the lighting above you. 

“Alrighty what’s next?” you asked.

“Did you just play Jason Maraz?” Sound questioned.

“Yes, what's next?” you ask.

“B- bass” Sound crew snorted out between laughs.

“Okay I only know one bass line though.” you batch over the walkie, before then just playing the bass line from “Feel Good Inc '', you're aware it's a repeat tonight but it's the only one you know. You do it for both bass checks because it's easier that way. “Drums now?” you then ask.

“Yes drums, can you learn a new bass line, it's getting boring?” Sound crew asks.

“Fine when we are on the bus to the next town I’ll use one of the basses to learn something, only for you Sound.” you mockingly answered while walking towards the drum set, before then drumbing just about the worst beat ever played but it hit all of the drums and symbols.

Cirrus POV

Watching enamored by the person I never noticed till today, wait Dewdrop says they are touring which means they are on the crew bus. As I continued to watch I kept quiet and just enjoyed all of the guitar and bass music being tested before then seeing them walk up to the drums. After hearing all the music I was prepared to hear a new beautiful thing on the drums only to hear the most off beat array of scattered drums.

“Who is playing my drums like that?” Mountain said.

I slightly jumped, “Uhh Y/n I believe their name is, I guess it's a mic check and they don’t know how to play the drums. They knew everything for the guitars and bass though, it sounded great earlier.” I blabbed.

“Wait, Cirrus, do you have a thing for guitar tech?” Moustian teased.

“You know nothing.” I scolded, slightly louder than anticipated because Y/n immediately whips their head towards the two of us. They then proceeded to get flushed and started to talk into their walkie leaving the stage and heading towards the opposite  end of the stage in the wings. 

“You should talk to them.” Mountain said lightly shoving me.

“Dammit your right.” I replied.

Reader POV

“Hey sound, I'm going to take that break now since the mic check is done.” You say in the walkie before waking in the opposite direction you should be going. But you didn’t want to have to walk past those two ghouls, wait where they were judging you, what if you are not good enough to be on this tour. Fuck fuck fuck what did you do wrong, you where  just doing your job, same every day, test piano, guitars, bass, and then drums, drums where always shit but why was Cirrus there today of all days and why was Mousatin. Why, shit she probably saw how terrible that was, she probably thinks I’m an idiot right now. 

“One, two, three, four, five…” You begin muttering while walking down the stairs counting each step as you go down to the basement of the venue, “twelve, thirteen, fourteen…” 

“Hey, what's the rush?” you hear a deep voice behind you say. Looking behind you and seeing a chrome mask and mildly freaking out before realizing it was Dewdrop.

“Walking downstairs where the spare guitars are kept, I’m going to find the one you broke and keep working on fixing it. I had to take off the whole front panel from you, Swiss, and Rain messing around on stage.” I defended myself.

“Huh, because it looked like you accidentally embarrassed yourself in front of Cirrus and now you are going to hide before the show starts and hope she doesn't see you for the rest of the tour because you think she is secretly judging you.” Dewdrop rambled while being completely correct.

“I- psh, you know nothing.” You attempted and failed to brush off his comment. 

“I hope you know she wants to talk to you tonight after the show.Or at least I think she does.” Dewdrop said.

“Dewdrop, that's not funny.” You snarked.

Dewdrop takes off his mask revealing his gray skin and silver hair then starting, “I am being serious Y/n.” 

“Shit.” was all you could muster at first, “uh thanks for the warning, I will be down here for most of the show, you know, noises. So uh, I'll be down here for most of it, I’ll have my walkie if anything happens during the show that we would need a second back up.” 

“Y/n are you okay.” Dewdrop asked.

“I- yeah, just anxious you know kinda sorta all the time.” You say starting to pace while pulling on your fingers, “between the clergy, Cardinal, joining this thing, learning about ghouls, and demons, and now Cirrus. I mean it's a lot all at once and not this kinda just feels like the straw that broke the camel's back. I mean I have been in love practically with Cirrus since before I even got to start running tech and when I was just working at one of the side locations just fixing whatever was left over from the tour. And now? I am just so freaked out with how much everything is happening all at once. I mean what if I ruin everything, what if she's disgusted by me, I mean I am just a human, this doesn’t seem like something that would happen normally. I mean you said she wants to see me is this like a ‘are you okay you ate dirt on stage’ is this a ‘stay away from me you creep me out’ or a I don’t even know sorta thing.” You rambled. 

“Y/n, your going to hyperventilate,” Dewdrop started coaxing you to sit on the steps with him, “Most Ghouls are very polyaromus like incredibly, I’d say I've been with most of the sisters and brothers at this point; wait that's off track; anyway some are not like me, like Cirrus, she was always more of a calm breeze and less of a wild wind if you know what I mean. You worry too much Y/n it’ll be the death of you. I saw as Cirrus watched in amazement at you playing the guitars on stage and laughing, she also was asking about you. I mean her tail was literally wagging while she watched you.” 

“You have tails?” You questioned.

“Yes, not the point. Everything will be okay.” Dew said.

“Thank you Dew.” You say and your hands shake less and less. 

“I have to go, the show starts in 45 minutes so the venue will start to fill soon, so ya know, gotta stay out of sight till it starts.” Dewdrop remarks before putting on his mask and bounding out of the room. You always forget how fast ghouls are. 

Cirrus POV

I swear there is just something about them, it's hard to explain. I’ve never even noticed them until today, why didn’t I notice them. Dew said they had a bet running with tech and have been doing mic checks like this for almost the whole tour which means we’ve been on the same tour together for two months. We only have another two months left and I have no clue where they go after this. Okay if I find Dew I could ask him about them. Seeing Dew coming up from the basement of this venue i started towards him, huh wonder why he was in the basement.

“Hey Dew, do you know where the guitar tech Y/n is?’ I asked. Dewdrop said that they knew them.

“Yeah why?” He questioned.

“Alright if I tell you, promise you will not tell anyone.” I said in a hushed voice. 

“Cool promise, shoot for it.” Dew responded.

“Alright so the guitar tech Y/n I am realizing that maybe there is something more, and maybe I want to talk to them after the show, or who knows before I don’t know. Do you know what I mean?” I was beginning to ramble before Dew started laughing, “Dew stop, I know that they are human, you’ve been with practically every sister and brother so you have no room to judge.” 

“No you don’t get it,” he started to wheeze, “I swear this is a loop I just had this exact same conversation with Y/n.”

“What, you said you kinda hung out with  this person. You are friends with and talk to co-workers in private. Wait you said you knew where Y/n is and you came up from the basement, are you fucking Y/n!” I then started to yell a bit towards the end.

“What, no. I would never. Besides the fact that Y/n has said and I quote ‘you have more stds than a monkey orgey in Staten Island’ when we talked once. In addition Y/n is a bit more hesitant around people or ghouls so we kinda keep our friendship on the down low ya know. Anyway what I was going to say, you two are perfect. You are both these anxious mutual pining strange ghouls or in Y/n case person.” Dewdrop laughed.

“Wait really?” I asked.

“They are down stairs, they are just fixing up some guitars I broke down there so if you visit they can talk. Also they know, like about the ghoul thing, tails and all so you can take off your mask.” Dew then suggested. 

Reader POV

Wearing headphones at the moment because your walkie buzzes you were listening to ‘Square Hammer’ it often was sung by the whole venue so it was hard to hear the guitars for live shows most days. Holding an exacto knife you were cutting out a new vinyl for guitar that was covered in scratched after being dropped from Swiss falling off the stage last week. Before feeling a tap at your shoulder and jumping to them promptly cutting the tip of your finger and it immediately starting to bleed.

“Ah shit!” You yell while taking out your headphone to see who tapped your shoulder and then you see her, no chrome mask, no masking of anything, red eyes, fangs, gray skin, silver hair, horns and all. She looks so beautiful, so breathtaking, just so everything you feel your face heats up as you stick your finger in your mouth to stop the bleeding.

“I am  so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I am so sorry. Shit.” Cirrus started.

“No no don’t worry it's okay, not the first time you watched me injure myself today. Trust me I do it more often than you think. See it's not even bleeding anymore.” You say reassuring her. Huh you guess that maybe Dewdrop talk had help considering you're not a sputtering mess at the moment. 

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly.

“Don’t worry, I’m a clutz.” You admitted.

“I want to talk to you. You are on tour with us and part of the Ghost Project so you are with us on tour and I wanted to know if you wanted to come on the ghoul bus tonight and hang out for a bit because I saw you during the mic checks and I really admire the way you brighten up everybody the best way possible. And the way you always make sure that my idiot brothers won’t ruin the show with their shenanigans and ensure that they always have back ups upon back ups…” Cirrus started to ramble. 

“I, yes. I would like to go on the tour bus with you tonight.” You said grabbing her hands and stopping her from rambing.

“I am not usually like this.” She said smiling.

“Don’t worry, I am not either.” You respond.

“Do you think you’ll stay upstairs for the show today?” She asked.

“I can.” You answered. The both of you continued to talk as you headed upstairs towards the stage. Before opening the door at the top of the stairs she puts back on her mask and you see her tail just dissipate like it was never there. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing your tail just dissipate.” you say. 

“I never have,” she replied, “I don’t look like I do now.” 

“Are you ready? 20 min till the show starts.” You ask.

“I’m always ready.” Cirrus replied in a serious tone before immedy laughing, “I’m joking I am ready but it's fun to be overly dramatic.” You laugh alongside her. 

“Why do you think I played Coco today? It's just fun to do random things whether it's dramatic or just funny.” You said.

“Are all ghouls in position?” You walkie spurted to life.

“No still missing Cirrus.” Another voice said.

“I got her, she's on her way.” You voiced it. 

“Y/n you're gonna be up for this show?” A voice asked.

“Yeah, I’ll fix that old guitar tomorrow. I have a feeling something may break tonight on stage.” You said. Cirrus laughs before walking to her spot on stairs to enter the stage where the pianos are. Standing in the wings you watch the show. 

It was almost like this was planned for what series of events happened, 20 minutes into the set you see a drum stick fly from Mountain’s hand and immediately hits Dewdrop in the back of the head, Dew drops the guitar where somehow one of his claws cuts the strap and it crashed to the ground making a loud screeching noise. Picking up a spare Fender Guitar you run across the stage grabbing the now mildly broken guitar with 2 broken strings and replacing Dew’s guitar almost as fast as it had broken. 

“Dew what the actual fuck.” You whispered to him as you handed him the new guitar before running off stage with the broken one.The audience roared in applause from the quick save with nearly no delay in the show. 

At the end of the song you hear Cardinal Copia begin to speak.

“Mouatin what the fuck was that.” In one of his joking tones, “that was one of the most final destination style issues to occur, was that planned?” Mountain shrugged, “I understand that maybe Dew wants to fuck the guitar tech but you don’t need to break the guitars to do so. Look at how easy it is.” He said before turning towards the audience. “Hello my loyal followers! Who would like to fuck in the parking lot after the show!” The audience roared with screams and thundrances applause agreeing to a giant orgy out in the parking lot. This made you laugh as you were already replacing the two broken strings while staring at Cirrus. She looked at you and smiled a toothy grin so you could see from backstage her grin.

“Oh Cirrus, not you too!” Cardinal Copia laughed, “Since every ghoul up here apparently wants to fuck lets do a little song about fucking.” Monstrance Clock starts to play and you laugh while smiling at Cirrus.

Towards the end of the set for the night you hear the infamous, “Why don’t you give it to them motherfucker!” From the Cardinal and the final song ‘Square Hammer’ begins. 

After all of the bows, and the throwing of drum sticks and picks into the audience, the shaking hands. You got onto the stage and started to clean up. 

“So which ghoul are you fucking.” Sound crew asked in the walkie.

“None at the moment but there is hope.” You laughed in response.

“That didn’t answer the question.” Sound responded again.

“Not telling.” You said into the walkie.

“I’m not getting you dinner now.” Sound taunts.

“Don’t worry about dinner, it was fun anyway, but at least an energy drink for the next show.” You said.

“Deal, pretty sure everything is handled you can start getting all of the last guitar things onto the truck and not bother with anything else for tonight.” Sound replied.

“Thanks.” You said before turning off your walkie for the night and putting it inside the crew bin as you exited the stage. Heading towards the basement to pack up the remaining guitar supplies to be transported to the next city you get interrupted by someone wrapping you up in a hug from behind.

“AghH!” You made an almost guttural scream. Laughing ensued from the three ghouls behind you. You started to turn to see Cirrus with her arms wrapped around you and Dew and Mountain laughing from your jump scare.

“That was hilarious, almost as funny as that mic test for the drums.” Mountain laughed.

“Hey hey hey I do not play drums they had me do that today because I'm already on stage for 8 mice tests might as well include 4 more between the drums and pianos.” You defended. 

“Did you like the unofficial but official plan?” Dew asked.

“I fucking knew it.” You remarked. 

“We wanted you to get on stage for a moment, you know shine.” Dew said.

“Why.” you asked.

“Dunno Cirrus asked us to break a guitar during the show.” Mountain replied.

“I wanted you to be right about thinking a guitar would break,”Cirrus explained. 

“So you are the guitar tech, so which one are you fucking? Cirrus, Dew, or Mountain?” The Cardinal asked as if he had just suddenly appeared from thin air. You looked down knowing your place when by the cardinal.

“I- we are not fucking yet, but definatly something.” Cirrus interjected.

“Huh, good for you. Don’t make drama with it, and Y/n don’t worry I know who everyone is you can look up and talk don’t worry.” The Cardinal laughed while you looked up before he then started to walk away.

“I have to pack away these guitars very quickly so they can be loaded. I'll be back in 10 minutes.” You say before running down the stairs. Once downstairs you quickly put away all of the guitars before grabbing your backpack from the corner of the room. Running over to the bathroom you change into just a pair of black jeans and a white shirt and out of the uniform of slacks and polo for shows. 

“Y/n” Cirrus called down the stairs.

“Just one minute.” You shout while washing your hands to get the grease and dust off your hands. You leave the bathroom. And before you had a second to think Cirrus pulls you in my belt loop and kisses you, and you melt into it feeling. A whirlwind of emotions and loving every second at it causes you to take your breath away from the feeling.

“Are you sure you are okay with this?” She asks.

“Yes” 

[roscgcld]

DAYDREAMING!AU || that

request: I loveee your day dreaming reader!! I have this idea that one day the first+second years+ Gojo were passing by a room and they heard a moan/whine with the words that follow "It's too much Yuta-kun~ it hurts~" they were shocked and they definitely KNEW who this voice belongs to and other voice said "Just a little more" WHICH WAS OBVIOUSLY FROM YUTA the nosy first+second years + Gojo burst into the room but turns out Yuta is just removing charcoal mask from DD!r face lol

note: not gonna lie, this one was a little rushed, and the ending is shit. but honestly - i love this too much. i had a little too much fun writing this idea whenever i have time in between, and i love the idea of gojo just being a menace to anyone trying to get some head cx since i headcanon he finds joy in blueballing people for absolutely no reason.

pronouns: she/her

daydreaming!reader masterlist

It was a weekend; where most of the students are given days off from their classes and missions. Like any other weekend the students have decided to spend most of it at home; they had already gone out the night before with Gojo to a festival that was happening near by. So they took the opportunity to unwind after a long week, enjoying the time they have as students to do things teenagers will usually do. 

Well, for almost everyone. 

Maki, having grown up in the Zen’In clan, had never grown up watching many children shows and movies that shaped many of her fellow classmates’ childhoods. After the others had found out, they had subjected Maki to a weekend movie date - every weekend, regardless of what day it is, they will be watching either a few episodes or a few movies from a series to ‘educate’ Maki. 

Usually it’s a huge event, where everyone would make time out of their day to sit in the rec room. Toge and Nobara are in charge of preparing the list of movies or shows they should watch, putting tabs on the shows that Maki does and doesn’t like so they can come up with more titles that might appeal to her. However, because of Yuta having returned from a trip, Y/N and him had opted out from watching movies to sleep in for the day. 

And because the others wanted to give them some time together, they didn’t bother to knock on their door when they’ve decided to watch a few movies before dinner time. So the others got comfortable and Nobara started the movies, getting into the groove of watching the movies and enjoying their free day together. Gojo was also in the mix, letting Toge and Yuji to lean against him whilst they shared a bowl of popcorn together.

It didn’t take long for a few hours to pass, and soon Yuji and Megumi got up to prepare dinner for everyone - they were planning to have curry for dinner. So the others went about collecting the trash from their snacks whilst the others picked up the blanket and throw pillows they were using. Maki, who folded and stored away the extra blankets into Yuji’s room, since he had took out a few blankets from his wardrobe. 

“Can you get the couple to come out for dinner?,” Nobara called out to Maki as the older girl looked over at her, who just hums with a nod before she closes the closet and made her way towards the female dorms. It didn’t take long for her to reach Y/N’s door, yet before she can knock she heard a weird noise coming from inside. Maki pauses before she presses her ear against the door to hear things properly, squinting a little to try and make out all the now quiet noises that was coming from Y/N’s room. 

“W-Wait, Y-Yuta...it hurts...”

Y/N’s whines were quiet and somewhat muted, but there was no mistaking what Maki had heard. Her words had Maki widening her eyes in shock as she presses her ear closer to the door, her ears managing to catch Yuta letting out a soft grunt before a breathless chuckle was heard. 

“Don’t push me away like that, babe. I promise to be gentle.”

Nobara had just left Yuji’s room, humming to herself as she made her way towards the dining hall, only to pause when she saw her senpai pressing her ear against Y/N’s door. “Maki-senpai? What are you-,” Nobara started, only to be stopped by a glare and a quiet hiss. Wordlessly Maki gestures for Nobara to come over, the younger girl giving the older girl a confused glance whilst Maki scowls and nods her head against the door; indicating for her to press her ear against the door like Maki had done earlier. 

A normal person would have questioned Maki, since it was weird to be listening into other people’s rooms; but it was Y/N they were talking about. The only time Maki will usually do something like this would be when she was concerned that something is happening to Y/N - and that was the only reason why Nobara had did as she was told. As confused as she was about the entire thing.

Another soft whine of pain and what sounded like comforting words being murmured to Y/N in a much deeper voice; a voice that belongs to one and one person only. Nobara had parted her lips to let out a gasp, only for Maki to swiftly push her hand against her mouth with wide eyes; silently telling her to keep her mouth shut. Nobara caught onto the message fast enough, Maki quietly lowering her hand from her mouth before she leans closer to whisper into Nobara’s ear. 

“Are they -”

“What on Earth are you two doing?”

Gojo’s curious but quiet voice came from somewhere beside the girls, causing both of them to jump and barely managed to keep their scream of shock in. Gojo had been tasked to grab some ingredients from Yuji’s room, and was confused at the sight of the two girls pressing their ears against Y/N’s door with wide and shocked eyes. Yet Gojo can read rooms pretty well, and he was sure that there was a reason as to why Maki and Nobara were huddled together in front of Y/N’s dorm room door. 

So, without asking them another question, he walks towards the girls before he leans over them to press his ear against the smooth wooden door that was free from decorations. Only to freeze from shock at what sounded like some squishy water sounds along with a soft chuckle from Yuta, Y/N letting out a soft whine of discomfort.

“Don’t squirm too much. We’re almost there, dolly.”

Without even hesitating Gojo pulled himself back before he grabbed the doorknob, and before Maki can stop him he pushed it open; rushing himself inside. “No funny business under my roof!,” Gojo yells at the top of his lungs, expecting to catch Yuta and Y/N in a very compromising position. Sure - he shouldn’t be the one to be commenting on what the students do in their relationship. They are all smart enough to work their way around things like condoms and birth control, and he was definitely in no position to judge what people do in their more ‘intimate’ aspects of their relationship.

He had expected to have to see Yuta on top of Y/N in a very compromising position, having to see both of their horrified expressions at getting caught. 

What he hadn’t expected was to see them both of them very much clothed and seated on Y/N’s bed. One of Yuta’s hands were resting on the side of Y/N’s neck carefully whilst his other hand was holding onto a damp towel stained black with the remanence of what seemed to be a charcoal mask. A mask that Yuta was trying to get off a pouting Y/N’s face.

“Uh...hi?”

Yuta’s voice was confused yet awkward, black hair being pushed back with a panda themed headband whilst he awkwardly places the wet towel back into the small pail, where he quietly wets the face towel once more. “No more~,” Y/N whines when Yuta reaches over to rub the remaining of the mask off her face, squirming away from Yuta’s fingers whilst he cooed at her to keep still; reassuring the pouting and teary girl that they were almost done. 

Maki, having never expected this to be the reason why Y/N was whining, felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment. Nobara, on the other hand, related to why Y/N was whining and pouting - taking a charcoal mask off was definitely a huge pain. And may times she’d end up in tears as well, along with sensitive skin that was warm to the touch. Gojo, who had fully expected to catch them in the act of something indecent, seem to deflate at the sight of them doing something so innocent. 

“I really thought you two would be fucking.”

BONUS: 

“Sensei, don’t you think it’s a bit weird that your first response was to barge into the room?”

The others, including Yuta and Y/N, had gathered for dinner in the dining hall. Yuji, like promised, had made curry for everyone as Gojo told everyone what had happened earlier. This had Yuta’s cheek flaring up in embarrassment as he hastily explain to the others staring at him - Y/N, having gotten a charcoal mask delivered, had asked Yuta if he wanted to try them with her. He had agreed, as if he had the heart to say no to her puppy eyes in the first place. 

But Y/N, being the adorable softy she was, regret it once the mask had dried and she had to wipe it off. Yuta, who was the only one at the room, had to try and coax Y/N to take the mask off, starting the back and forth between him and the teary Y/N. However, Yuta wouldn’t have expected for his sensei to think about that of all things.

“How was I supposed to know that the two of them are just doing something so innocent?,” Gojo grumbles through his mouthful of rice, swallowing it before he jabbed his spoon towards the table. “You are all teenagers. I don’t want a mini kid running around the campus - it’s too early for that,” Gojo said with a soft shake of his head, his words causing Yuta to chock on his food; face red at the idea that the others thought that both of them were having sex.

“S-Still - opening the door?,” Yuta managed out after taking a few gulps of water, giving Gojo a wide eyed look whilst the older man just grumbled and pouts at him. “I just wanted to make sure you’re not defiling our beloved Y/N,” Gojo grumbles before he wraps his arm around Y/N, who looks up with wide eyes as she chews her mouthful of potato and rice. His words just flew over her head, but the others just glanced at Yuta; who had covered his face in his hands as he sunk deeper into his seat. He was probably hoping a hole would open up beneath him so he can disappear forever. 

Maki, who does felt guilty for starting the entire thing, awkwardly coughs before she pats Yuta on the back. Hoping that her awkward but genuine support would make him feel a little better. 

“I think Y/N will kill Yuta from shock first if she even brought up the topic of sex.”

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[adoringhaikyuu]

you’re horny on your period 

characters: aone + atsumu + kageyama + kenma + (gn!reader) 

request: hey babes, can i request hq boys (of ur choice, but with tsumu on it pls) with a fem s/o whos on her period and very horny? lol, if ur uncomfortable with it i'll totally understand • by anonymous

warnings: horny tings, suggestive tings, period sex mentions but nothing actually happens <3

notes: everyone is 18+ in this !! the reader has their period obviously but there are no pronouns used so technically it’s gn :) i actually rly like this one!

aone 

you tried to get over it, but it was no use

it’d been an hour and you were still needy, an unsatisfied ache in the pit of your stomach and between your legs, not just because of your cramps

you were debating telling aone because you didn’t to bother him and period sex could be messy and some might even say gross

but of course, like the observant boyfriend he is, he noticed something was bothering you

aone walked into your bedroom, immediately sensing your discomfort. he stopped in front of the bed where you were sitting. his voice was gentle, despite his serious exterior but you could tell he was worried. “cramps?” 

you paused, deciding to speak before you changed your mind. “yeah, but that’s not really what’s bothering me...” 

he raised his brows, silently asking you to explain so he could help you.

“i...” you rubbed your thighs together, shuffling on the bed nervously as you focused your eyes on the sheets rather than his curious eyes. “i’m just feeling kind of needy?”

he stayed standing, “oh...would you like me to help?”

“yes–no?” you looked up to see him tilting his head at you, confused. “i just know some people find it gross and it can be messy, you know? don’t wanna be a bother.” 

“your issue is the mess?” 

you nodded and he hummed before leaving without another word. you sunk down a bit. you were fully prepared for it to go either way, but the rejection still kinda hurt a bit. you were about to go to the shower to take care of yourself when aone came back into the room, a towel and wipes in his hand. 

you looked up at him shocked, “what––”

he put the towel down and set the wipes aside, “for the mess.”

you immediately got up and pulled him in for a kiss, making his eyes widen slightly before he gave in, holding you by the waist. you mumbled against his lips, “i love you so much.” when you pulled away, you noticed the light blush and subtle smile on his face.

he licked his lips. “i love you too.” 

atsumu

normally when you were on your period, you wouldn’t let tsumu touch you tbh

period sex was a hassle

and normally you could control yourself or just take care of yourself on your own time in the shower or while he was out

but today for some reason, you needed him 

well you knew the reason actually––

as soon as atsumu came home, drenched in sweat from the gym, his grey tank top practically glued to his torso. you could see his neck shining and even his hair was wet, which you saw once he took off his cap. 

he set things down and immediately ran over to you on the couch to give you a quick kiss. “hey babe,” he grinned and stood up straight, stretching his arms behind his head, which wasn’t helping you at all. “damn that workout was intense, i’m beat. i’m gonna head to the shower, okay? then we can cuddle.” 

you opened your mouth but didn’t say anything, nodding instead. he smiled and headed towards the bathroom but he only made it about three steps before you stopped him with a call of his name, the sight of his back only furthering the feelings you had.

he turned back, “yeah?” 

you paused, “i um...” you sighed, “i need you.”

you could see a smile forming it’s way onto his face slowly, not wanting to get his hopes up too soon. he always wanted to help you out on your period but you’d never let him. 

“like need me need me?” 

you nodded “but we’ll only do it in the shower!” 

the smile finally burst on in his face. he made his way over to you again and planted a big kiss on your lips, groaning happily when you moaned lightly. 

“on second thought another workout doesn’t sound too bad.” he winked and smiled cheekily before throwing you over his shoulder and running to the bathroom, ignoring your yelp. 

“what got you so worked up anyway?” he asked casually, stepping into the bathroom. 

he set you down and you looked up at him sheepishly, “you...”

he grinned smugly, his hands reaching for your shirt. “oh i am so blowing your back out–”

kageyama

you tried to ignore what you were feeling, not wanting to ruin the moment since you and kageyama loved to do this every week

have a movie night and just relax

and you now he’d been working really hard lately so he deserved some rest

but you had a problem

you kept fidgeting in your seat next to him, trying to either relieve yourself slightly or make it go away, you weren’t too sure

and to be honest you weren’t really paying attention to it and kageyama could tell

after twenty minutes or so into the movie, he asked you what was wrong but you waved him off, assuring him it was nothing

but you couldn’t help but focus on him, the sharp cut of his jawline, the curve of his lips

then he put his hand on your thigh and you got to thinking of the feeling of his hands on you

and that sent you down a tunnel of unholy thoughts

kageyama felt your fingertips tracing the veins in his hands and tried to ignore it at first, keeping his eyes trained on the tv. but when you let your fingers trail up along his arm as well, his hand subconsciously squeezed your thigh and his eyes widened when you let out a quiet moan.

you both paused and kageyama turned his head slowly, eyes wide and looked at you, his lips parted. “are you–” he swallowed, trying to calm himself down. “okay?” 

you looked over at him, trying to act innocent. “mhm. just tickled, that’s all.” 

he nodded and turned back to the screen, and you tried to as well, but you kept glancing back at him, debating with yourself about whether or not you should say something. you didn’t want to be selfish and disrupt the movie, but you also couldn’t ignore what you were feeling, it was too intense. 

it lasted about five minutes before he looked at you from the corner of his eye. “you know i can see you watching me, right?” 

you felt your cheeks heat up and you huffed. “i’m sorry i just...” he turned to face you fully, curious and a bit concerned. his hand trailed up to your inner thigh, completely innocently and that’s when you decided you couldn’t hide it anymore. 

“i’m horny tobio.” 

his eyes brightened and he stuttered for a bit, “o–oh. well––do you want me to help?” he started to move closer but you looked to the side and he stopped. 

“it’s just––i’m on my period.” when he didn’t say anything for a few seconds you looked back to find him staring at you blankly.

he tilted his head and looked from side to side. “and?” 

you opened your mouth and closed it. “well...i’m, you know...bleeding...doesn’t that bother you? it’ll take more like effort and i know you’re tired––”

he cut you off, placing a hand under your chin, a shy smile on his face. “i don’t care about that. plus wouldn’t it help with your cramps?” 

you nodded, “well, only if you make me cum.” 

his brows furrowed, offended. “i always make you!” 

“yeah you do.” you laughed, taking his hand in yours, making him smile at you. “but are you sure you want to do this now? it might get messy.”

he leaned in and kissed your cheek before pulling back to look at you earnestly, his eyes a shade darker. “i don’t care.” he kissed you on the lips, “all i care about,” his hand tilted your head and pulled you closer, whispering against your lips. “is making you feel better.” 

kenma

kenma could tell something was off about you

he knew you were on your period but there was something else that he couldn’t figure out

he was waiting for you to tell him but you never did

the thing is, you’d just moved in together a few months ago and while you’ve had a couple periods in the same house 

(which he’s totally normal about) 

you haven’t done anything while you were on your period

normally you’d take care of yourself, but you felt a little self conscious about doing it in your shared house for some reason 

and kenma like never left the house

sure, he had his headphones on a lot but still––

so you were a little tense and though you thought he was distracted, he definitely noticed

kenma stepped into your room and you smiled up at him before going back to your phone, thinking he was switching from the ps4 to the pc set up in your bedroom. but he didn’t, he came and stood next to your side of the bed, making you look up at him in surprise. 

“oh hey ken,” you sat up, your legs pressed tightly together. “what’s up?”

he looked at you for a moment before speaking up. “nothing...what’s wrong with you?”

your brows furrowed, “what do you mean?”

he sighed. “i can tell something’s wrong...” he looked down, a bit shy. “i was waiting for you to come to me about it but you never did. was it something i did?”

your eyes widened, he’d noticed? “no––no you didn’t do anything wrong babe.”

“oh.” he nodded, crouching down beside you, resting his chin on the mattress. “then what is it? i can tell it’s not nothing.” 

you swallowed and set your phone down before looking down at him. “i just...” you sighed, “i’m kind of worked up...and i was too nervous to do something about it.” 

his eyes widened this time. “oh––”

you looked away. “yeah.” 

“well you don’t have to be nervous about that.” he stood up, a small smile on his face. “that’s perfectly fine.” 

you looked up at him, “oh, really?”

he nodded, “of course.”

you smiled, “oh thank you. so how long are you staying out for?”

his brows furrowed, “what? why would i leave the house––”

“wait you wanna stay?––” you paused, “well can you at least put your headphones on and close the bedroom door on your way out?” 

he blinked at you. “how can i help you if i’m not in the room?” 

you blinked back. “you want to help me?” 

he blushed and nodded sheepishly, “yeah...why wouldn’t i?” 

you stuttered a bit, “well i just––you know i’m bleeding, that could get messy...” 

he paused and glanced around the room seemingly in thought, and you figured that he was rethinking the whole situation until he spoke up again. “well i want you to be comfortable and the shower isn’t the best place for that...so how about i just get a towel to put here instead?” 

you stared at him for a few seconds, “each day i fall more and more in love with you.” 

he blushed even deeper and tried to hide his smile as he turned around, “shut up––i’m going to get the towel.”