#i gave up on fixing his face idc

[asklawyer]

seawatt design

[jenosbigtoe]

brother’s best friend!lee jeno x reader

minors dni

summary: your overprotective big brother's best friend is just too irresistible. too bad you have to keep your relationship a secret from him. established relationship au!

warnings: jeno is a freak lowkey, creampie, breeding kink, possessiveness, unprotected sex, size kink (if you squint), mating press, jeno fat cock, jeno is a simp, squirting, pussy eating, literally just pwp

wordcount: 2.4k

a/n: intentional lowercase (i hate autocaps) and not proofread so if you see any grammar mistakes lmk. IK THIS IS A WORN OUT TROPE BUT IDC BROTHERS BEST FRIEND JENO FTW this is just so self indulgent so if its ass um ☠️

pretty pink lip gloss, fresh set of french tip acrylics, short white mini skirt, strawberry scented lotion, and a pink lacy camisole. you, na y/n, were going to be the death of lee jeno.

"dude stop looking at my little sister like that you freak," jaemin threw a dirty sock laying around at his best friend's face as jeno stared at your plump ass like a piece of meat while you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack.

"shut the fuck up man," jeno grumbled as he proceeded to knock jaemin off course in moo moo meadows in mario kart.

you smirked knowingly with your back turned. you knew exactly what you were doing. it was 10 pm on a friday night, meaning jeno and jaemin were having their weekly guys night and would crash in the living room, playing video games, drinking beer, and eating pizza.

and it also meant you would get to dangle yourself like a piece of meat in front of your boyfriend and oblivious brother as you watch your hungry boyfriend try to behave himself.

"jaem let me have a turn," you whined, inviting yourself into the living room, and sat between the two boys on the verge of beating the shit out of each other over mario kart.

"y/n you know damn well you're shit at these types of games now why would i let you play when im about to rock jeno's shit," jaemin didn't even look over at you and continued to focus on the screen. "FUCKKKK JENO THOSE GODDAMN SHELLS. FUCK YOU DICKFACE”

jeno on the other hand glanced over at you, eyes never looking once at yours and instead focused straight on your plump titties popping right out of your push up bra. and he drove right off course, leaving jaemin to yelp in victory as he finished in 1st place.

"fuck you jaemin. here y/n you can play on my controller," jeno rolled his eyes and passed his controller to you. his character was already pink yoshi, making your heart melt because he knew that was your go to.

“thank you, jeno. at least some people are actually nice and considerate,” you rolled your eyes at your older brother.

"well okay you asked for it. prepare to get your ass kicked like our dear jen over there, y/n," jaemin said with an evil glint in his eyes.

as the game was about to start, you suddenly had an idea and paused the game. "wait jaem, i don't really know how to play. can you go easy on me?"

"hell no. you wanted to play with the big boys so now you gotta face the consequences."

you turned to look at jeno, who was very obviously just staring at your tits the entire time. "jeno, jaemin is being a bitch to me. can you teach me how to play since he doesn't want to go easy on me?" you tilted your head and pouted your lip in a way that you knew he liked.

you knew damn well how to play and beat the shit out of jaemin at mario kart but you also knew how good you looked right now and how this would be the perfect opportunity to tease your sexy boyfriend.

"aw hell no that's cheating, y/n," jaemin whined.

“too bad. it ain’t up to you, sore loser.” you gave jeno a smirk with a knowing look in your eyes.

"well i don't mind. plus you won the last round anyways, jaem," jeno spoke up, shifting around and subtlely fixing his sweatpants. you were teasing him so bad and it was going straight to his cock.

jaemin looked at jeno, then you, then right back at jeno, narrowing his eyes a bit. "hey since when did you two get so chummy?"

"jaemin stop being a bitch and let's just play. i don't even know how to play and jeno helping me isn't going to suddenly make me become a mario kart god."

jaemin rolled his eyes. "whatever man."

jaemin unpaused the game and the race started. you pretended to freak out, not knowing where to go as jaemin left you in the dust.

jaemin started laughing his ass off as he quickly climbed the ranks as you were left in dead last. "kiss my ass, y/n."

jeno leaned over to show you the controls but you took this opportunity to yank him to sit behind you, causing you almost be sitting in his lap as his arms wrapped you. "now show me the controls," you grinned evilly and shifted around so your ass rubbed against his dick.

jeno was stunned. doing this literally right in front of your brother? who forbade you two from ever seeing each other? he could just smell your sweet strawberry perfume, which had him wanting to just gobble you up. and your cute little outfit, god he just wanted to rip it right off of you and mark your body up, claim you as his. and not gonna lie, the thrill of being right next to your brother and his best friend had his heart pumping blood straight to his boner.

you both were lucky jaemin had tunnel vision when it came to video games, his face literally glued to the screen. otherwise he would've seen how your little white skirt rode up your thighs and your panties were literally grinding against his best friend's cock.

you let jeno take the controller and pretended to still be the one playing, occasionally screaming out curses at your brother and let out cheers when you hit him with shells. meanwhile you were really just shifting around on jeno's cock through his sweat pants as you ran your manicured nails up and down his veiny arms that were wrapped around you. his hands just looked so big and meaty on that controller, had you fantasizing about what they would be doing to you tonight.

as you neared the final lap, you in 6th place and jaemin in 2nd, you suddenly grabbed the controller out of jeno's hands and shoved him back beside you. he let out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground. jaemin suddenly took 1st place and finished the round. you were 8th. you gave jeno a fake apologetic look as he glared at you.

“oops,” you whispered, sticking your tongue out.

jaemin looked over at you and gave you a triumphant look. "now what did i tell you?"

you rolled your eyes and stood, your skirt rode up almost all the way and on the verge of exposing the little cream panties with red hearts on them that you knew jeno loved. the way jeno was sitting, you standing up gave him the perfect view of the way your puffy pussy fit in your little panties, making him even harder than before.

"whatever loser i'm heading back to my room. have fun being bitchless on a friday night." jaemin threw a pillow at your turned back. you sauntered back to your room, making careful sure to sway your hips as you knew jeno's eyes were trained straight on your ass.

it was 1 am and you were still up, bored out of your mind and scrolling through your phone. he should've been here by now, you pouted. you got frustrated and started ripping your clothes off, leaving you in just your push-up bra and panties when a voice from behind startled you.

"baby, you already starting without me? i'm hurt," jeno wrapped his arms around you, pressing his body against yours, and whispered softly in your ear, causing you to shiver.

you puffed out your cheeks. "waited for so long. was about to go to sleep because my shithead boyfriend left me needy over here."

jeno started groping at your body, squeezing your juicy tits and lightly grinding his erection against your barely clothed ass. "sorry sweet girl. jaem wouldn't fall asleep because that girl from his econ class finally texted him back, corny ass." he left a trail of kisses down your neck and sucked at a particular spot on your collar bone that had your knees weak.

you smiled to yourself. you couldn't pretend to be mad at him for long, not when you're so whipped for him. you turned around and looked up at him, admiring your sexy boyfriend. he finally listened to you and dyed his hair back to black, leaving it long and messy just how you like it. he was wearing a black compression shirt and grey sweatpants with the simple gold chain you bought him for his birthday. he knew just how you like it. what a fucking manwhore. you were ready to devour him whole.

you smashed your lips on his, messy and hot, tongue everywhere and spit dripping down your connected mouths. suddenly, you pushed him down on your bed and started straddling him, grinding your pussy directly on his cock through his sweatpants, causing him to groan into your mouth. one hand gripped at your hair and the other groped your ass.

"baby i need you. i missed you so much," you whispered, looking into his eyes.

he connected his lips to yours with a renewed fervor. clothes started flying off as you kissed each other passionately. he reached for a condom in your nightstand but you stopped him.

"raw baby. i need you in me right now." you grinned at him.

he cursed, flipped you over on your back and used his weight to press you against the mattress. his thick, muscular body pressing you to the mattress had you breathless and in need for more. "is my baby needy? is my baby needy for this cock?"

he reached down and began to lightly caress your pussy, gathering your leaking juices and spreading it around. his fingers teased your hole, rubbing circles around it and occasionally deciding to stick one in for one pump before going back to rubbing and teasing.

"had me thinking about this pussy all night. fuck. love you so much baby. you're so sexy and you get me so hard. no one does it for me like you. you looked so cute today, just wanted to eat you up. didn't care if that shithead was there, just wanted to love on my girl." he continued to tease your little pussy and alternate between fingering and rubbing you.

then he crawled down until he was facing your wet pussy directly. staring at your pussy like a piece of meat in front of starved lion, he gave one long lick all the way up your cunt and started sucking, making sure to make lewd noises. your legs were shaking with need as you gripped his hair.

"fuck you taste so good. all wet just for me. this pussy is mine," he groaned into your cunt.

at this point, your pussy was gushing so much you felt a puddle beneath you. his fingers and lips felt so so good on your pussy but you were tired of his teasing. you got up and suddenly looked down at him seriously. "jen if your cock isn't in me in the next 5 seconds i'm seriously going to break up with you and fuck haechan or something."

this lit a fire within jeno, whose eyes darkened. he lifted his body and gave his impossibly hard cock a few pumps, rubbing your juices all over his massive cock. he grabbed your thighs, lifted your legs over his shoulders, and shoved his cock into your little pussy with one big thrust.

you both moaned out, your pussy leaking happily as he bottomed out, balls deep. he set out on a fast past immediately, pounding your pussy deeper and harder with each thrust. you could feel his heavy balls slap against your ass.

"yes, jen yes yes yes! oh god more more! love you so much baby," you grabbed at his hair as he pounded your pussy into oblivion. in the deep mating press he had you in, you could feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. his cock was just so so big, you could never get enough of it.

you could see the veins pop out of his neck and his beefy arms were pinning your hips down as his hips were pounding you with each powerful thrust. he looked so so so sexy and he was all yours.

"god baby your pussy was made for me. love you so so much. mine. all mine. everything about you all mine, just for me," jeno kissed you passionately, both moaning into each other mouths.

he used one of his hands to press down on your lower belly, making your pussy leak and throb around him. "you feel that, princess? you feel me deep in your tummy? only i can do that to you, only me."

your mind was blank at this point, body completely numb to everything except the pleasure he was giving you. you could feel yourself about to get sent over the edge, your pussy spasming and clenching hard around every vein on his cock.

"bout to cum baby don't stop don't stop!!" you orgasmed with a loud scream, pussy squirting all over his stomach.

jeno continued fucking you through your orgasm, grunting at the feeling of your little pussy spasming all over his cock. "baby m close too, fuckkk."

fat tears rolled down your face at the overstimulation of pleasure. "jen please cum inside please."

jeno groaned, thrusting every harder and deeper than before. "such a slut. you like that huh? you want your boyfriend to knock you up? you want to have a baby with your brother's best friend? fuck. how about you just get pregnant? he wouldn't be able to disapprove of us when you're already round and waddling around with my baby."

with one loud groan, he bottomed out inside of you and let out his thick load. he collapsed on top of you, cock still balls deep inside, crushing you under all his weight with your face pressed against his sweaty chest.

you stayed like that for a few seconds before you tapped on his back, signaling that you couldn't breathe. still keeping his cock deep inside your leaking pussy, he flipped you over on your side and cuddled your back, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other pushing your hair out of your face. you panted, eyes closed in bliss. jeno drew circles on your arms and left kisses up and down your jaw and neck.

"just saying, you would look sexy as fuck pregnant with our baby." jeno whispered.

you opened your eyes to turn back and swat at his chest but what you saw made your blood run cold in horror.

it was your brother standing right in the open doorway staring at your naked bodies with a look of fury, surprise, horror, and shock that you had never seen before.

the three of you screamed at the sight of each other in unison.

a/n: i intentionally wrote the ending like that because i'm unsure if anyone would even want to continue reading this lmaooo so lmk what you think

[goldeunoias]

Peaches Filled with Cream.

A/N: sooooooooooo a darlin asked for soemthing like caregiver heeseung (which i'm too lazy to find right now sowwy) but with jay and well *waves hands* for some reason when someone says jay my brain says POSSESSIVE JAY so well possessive jay stans RISE AND SHINE

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: um......pussyslapping, possessive jay, edging, somewhat exhibitionism bc they fuck in a bathroom at a party, sex without a condom (hence the cream), it's just possessive kinky jay idc what else to say ANYWAYYYYYYYY

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It was only because your lipstick was smudged.

That was the reason why he gently tugged you into the bathroom, glaring at any of the guys who dared to look at you.

Didn’t they know that you were his?

You were his soft little peach, and he had to protect you since that’s what good friends were supposed to do right?

“Here peaches, come sit on the counter so I can fix your lipstick for you,” Jongseong cooed at you gently, locking the door and fixing your skirt so it didn’t ride up when you did so.

“Mmhm, you spoil me as always,” you teased, letting out a happy giggle and kicking your feet as he went through your purse to pull out the lipstick.

“Yeah yeah, more like you’re such a ditz you need me to take care of you,” Jongseong retorted back, holding your face firmly in his hand as he wiped the areas that had smudged.

“I’m not a ditz,” you huffed, Jongseong smiling at you endearingly.

He was right, you were far from it and by all accounts one of the most hardworking people he’d ever met, which only made him want to spoil and coddle you more.

Jongseong hummed and reapplied gently, trying to keep his thoughts pure as he stared at your lipstick-laden lips.

God, he wanted to kiss you.

He’d worked so hard to keep men away from you since the day you guys had met, only considering himself the most viable option for you. After all, who was going to take care of you the way he was?

“Jongseongie~, you’re spacing out again,” you informed him, poking his shoulder.

He gave you a soft smile and a gentler “sorry”, his eyes falling on how your top was slowly sinking down.

Hesitantly he placed his hand on your upper thigh, squeezing it softly. “Hold still so I don’t smudge it any more than you already have,” Jongseong cooed at you. He watched you jump slightly then nod, smiling to himself.

Cute.

“Open your mouth some so I can make sure I didn’t get any on the inside of your mouth peaches.”

You gulped and let out a shaky “okay”, goosebumps rising on your skin as you felt his thumb circle your inner lips. You did your best not to whine, as you were beginning to feel your nipples poke through your tank top.

Jongseong picked up on your shifting body language and pushed it further, holding up the back of his hand.

“There’s nothing in here for you to blot it on so use the back of my hand,” Jongseong “innocently” offered.

“O-okay sure,” you nodded, grabbing his hand by his wrist and leaning in to blot off the excess.

You could smell the cologne on his wrist when you pulled back and by now your head felt dizzy, every part of your body that he’d touched tingling in a way you hadn’t felt before.

“What’s wrong peaches? Your skin feels warm,” Jongseong pushed, pressing his calloused hands against your throat.

You shook your head stubbornly, not wanting to speak. It only egged Jongseong on more, dragging his index finger down your sternum lightly.

Your breath hitched and you felt goosebumps rise onto your skin, grabbing Jongseong’s biceps and whimpering into his chest. You’d become a prey in a lion’s den, but he was still a wolf in sheep’s clothing nonetheless.

"You're normally not this skittish peaches. Did you fall down and bruise yourself somewhere?" Jongseong inquired, "checking" various spots of your body with light touches to find any bruising,

“n-no” you panted into his chest, shifting uncomfortably as you felt droplets of sticky arousal leak onto your underwear.

Jongseong was happy your head was in his chest so he couldn’t see his grin, one of his hands going to your lower back and rubbing small circles in it.

“Use your words peaches~”

You couldn’t take the teasing anymore and pushed him off of you gently, brazenly raising up your skirt. You were wearing rather scandalous underwear and it caught Jongseong off guard, a guttural “shit” leaving him as he bit down on his lower lip.

“Take care of it, please,” you whined, Jongseong chuckling and closing the distance between the two of you, yet not making a move.

“Aw, someone’s getting bold isn’t she?” Jongseong clucked with tongue, his hand sliding between your legs and lightly stroking your slit. The feeling of his callouses caused your legs to feel like jelly, your hands reaching onto his shoulders for stability.

“Please seongie, you’ve never been this mean to me,” you whimpered to him with eyes that normally would have made him melt, but instead it only made him chuckle.

It was true, he’d spoiled you and coddled you to the extreme and it was also true that he’d wanted you desperate for him for the longest time...

But that didn’t mean he was going to cave in that easily.

“You’re right peaches, I haven’t. But today I feel like doing so,” he said with a honey-sweet smile. Before you could question anything he turned you around and angled your body so the counter-top was directly pushing against your clothed-clit.

“Rut against it, give me a show that proves to me you really want it,” Jongseong whispered in your ear, his hands going to your hips to push against the surface.

The slight friction made you keen into the sensation and let out a shaky breath, your knees buckling as Jongseong tugged your nipples through your camisole harshly.

You bit down on your lip and started rutting into the counter’s corner, soon finding an angle that made your underwear more soiled than it already was.

Jongseong watched with a hint of sadistic pleasure as you desperately rutted into the countertop, heavy panting leaving you every time the edge pressed especially hard against your puffy clit.

“seongie it feels good but it’s not enough,” you pleaded with him, giving you tear-rimmed eyes through the mirror.

“Are you sure?” He questioned, pulling you back some and spreading your legs. “Look peaches, your juices leaked onto the counter because of how turned on you were. I bet if I left you here for any longer you’d make yourself cum.”

You rapidly shook your head and turned around, grabbing his hand and letting it rub your swollen bud, his name breathily falling from your lips.

“You’ve never so no to me so why do it to me when I need you the most?” you pleaded.

Jongseong’s chest rose sharply, unable to restrain his desire for you any longer.

“Turn around and bend over.”

You did so quickly and whimpered as Jongseong bunched your skirt at your waist and lowered your camisole, kissing your shoulder tenderly as his hands worked between your thighs.

“My peach is spilling out her pretty juices,” Jongseong teased, dragging a hand down your slit. You dropped your head down onto the counter and whined, ears burning at the obscenities falling from his mouth.

Jongseong tsked and placed a firm slap on your core, lifting up your chin so you could stare back at him through the mirror.

“I didn’t say you could lower your head down now did I peaches? You want me to take care of it you’re gonna have to be a good girl and take orders ‘mkay?”

You nodded and watched Jay raise a brow at your nonverbal gesture, a quick “yes sir” leaving you as he pushed his middle finger.

“You didn’t have to add the ‘sir’ in there after all, I’m your seongie aren’t I?” Jongseong cooed in your ear. You let out a shaky “yes” and your hands gripped the countertop as he pressed against your walls.

“Help me find your special spots peaches, talk to me,” he grinned sweetly, kissing your shoulder gently.

“Move a little bit lower, r-right there,” you gasped out, Jongseong immediately wasting no time with sliding another digit in.

The squelching noises coming from between your legs wanted to make you hide away in shame, Jongseong’s intense pace making your lower belly churn.

“You’re starting to grip down on my fingers, it seems like someone is close isn’t she?” Jongseong rasped in your ears. You fervently nodded and whimpered out for him to let you come and he almost let you, but his sadistic side got the better of him and he pulled his fingers out.

Before you could protest your arousal-soaked fingers were being stuffed into your mouth, Jongseong unbuckling his belt with his other hand and freeing his member.

“Try to stay quiet peaches, we’re gonna have to be quick,” he rasped, slicing into you with one thrust. You moaned against his fingers and reached out to press your hands against the mirror, your whole body shaking as you felt his tip press against your cervix.

“Such a good peach, taking every inch like a big girl,” he praised, grabbing one of your legs and placing it on the counter to go even deeper.

“w-wait you’re going too deep it’s pressing against something weird,” you shaked out, your body attempting to move away from his inches. It only made Jongseong chuckle and pull your hips back against him, causing you to bite down on his wrist to keep quiet.

“That just means you haven’t been fucked properly peaches, feel this spot I’m my tip is pressing up against? Right~ here,” he teased, bottoming out slowly so you could feel in detail where he was pressing. You nodded rapidly, face scrunching up as you tried to process the pleasure.

“Well, this spot peaches is where only a real man can reach, you should be thanking me for kissing your pretty cervix,” Jongseong said with a hint of malice, letting his possessive nature take over him. When you didn’t say thank you he landed another firm slap on your swollen clit, your nails scratching against the mirror.

“Didn’t I say to say thank you?” He clucked in your ear, speeding up his pace as his member rubbed against your slick walls.

“Tha-”, you let out a whimper, “thank you,” you rushed out, feeling your head get dizzy as tightness formed in your stomach.

“Thank you for?” he continued to tease in your ear, gently licking the shell of it.

“Thank you f-for touching my cervix,” you yelped out. You could feel Jongseong smile against your ear as he firmly gripped your hips to lead you to your release, his hand coming over your mouth firmly to muffle the moan that left it.

You shuddered as you felt hot warmth paint your walls, Jongseong groaning and giving you everything he had.

“You’re welcome peaches.”

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[aezuria]

*ੈ✎ you know i'm such a fool, for you

—linger; the cranberries

content: leo valdez x daughter of aphrodite! reader

╰┈▸ back cover: part I | part II | part III

╰┈▸ warnings: cursing.. are we surprised tho, also drew is not a stuck up bitch because rick totally mischaracterized her IDC IF HES THE AUTHOR she just gives mean older sister who secretly thinks ur alright okay???

librarian's annotations: long awaited part 3 guys + tagging the moots that i think were waiting ! @hopelesslyromanticshark @s1utlvr @crownofgildedlilies @pinkdiorluvr

"so... how are we gonna break it to him?"

jason looked up from his book, his glasses sliding back up his nose. "break what to who?"

"you know.. break it to leo that y/n might not like him?" percy gestured, before throwing his turtle plushie up like a ball.

frank blinked owlishly at him. "what gave you that idea?"

the other boy caught the plushie and paused. "what do you mean?"

"isn't it super obvious that they both like each other and are mutually pining over each other?" jason closed his book. "like, i didn't see it at first, but it was so obvious after leo finally followed her."

"she does? wait, so i wasn't actually lying to leo when i was hyping him up?" percy sat up, his face brightened at knowing that he was guilt-free.

"well, i wouldn't say you weren't lying-" frank started before the door slammed open.

"are you guys having a gossip session? without me?" leo appeared in the doorway of poseidon's cabin, an utterly aghast expression on his face. "um, what the actual flip?"

"there is no way you just said that."

"i was using it ironically!"

alldaladiesluvleo shared a note "having a gossip session without me is a new low i hate ALL OF YOU FOR REALS THIS TIME" ╰┈▸ loveloveyn replied to your note "STOP WHY DID MY FRIENDS LITERALLY DO THE SAME THING"

leo went back to his bunker after frank had shoved him back out the door. he was taking a much needed phone break after working on another contraption he had yet to finish. "holy shit!" leo almost dropped the phone on his face after getting the notification. oh my gods, she just texted me! play it cool! but playing it cool was not wired into his brain.

‎‏alldaladiesluvleo ‏‏does that mean were matching rn ‎‏‏‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎loveloveyn‏‎ omg i think so

you sent the message before you could think about it. wait, wait wait. does that count as flirting? that's gotta count as flirting, right? a giddy smile spread across your face as you rolled over in bed. the "group meeting" annabeth had shooed you away from was quickly forgotten, replaced by your current conversation with leo.

loveloveyn ‏‏so like if ur friends left u and MY friends left me.. alldaladiesluvleo ..we should totally ditch them and hang out tgt‎‏‏‎?? loveloveyn ‏‏YESS

we're actually gonna hang out! leo sat up in shock. was it that easy!? he started to regret the months of longing glances and waiting around for nothing. was i was too forward? i wasn't, right? she used all caps and an extra letter at the end so that must mean she wants to hang out too, right? yeah! without his designated hypeman, he had to go and hype himself up.

alldaldiesluvleo going to ur cabin rn

"what the fuck!?" you rolled out of bed in a panic and tripped on the mess of clothes you had yet to put into your wardrobe. you muttered another curse and hauled yourself up to look in the mirror. the sight before you was not one to behold; your bedhead was crazy, your camp half-blood shirt was wrinkled, and your makeup was smudged from your unplanned nap.

you took a brush and combed it through your hair, trying to get the knots out as quick as humanely possible. drew watched your fix-up frenzy from her perch, legs swinging over her bunk. "someone's got a date!" she smirked. "you look disgusting. need some help?"

"don't think there's any time," you grumbled, trying clean up your smudged mascara and smooth out your shirt. "now do i look like i didn't just get out of bed?" you spun around in a slow circle under her watchful eye.

she shrugged at your stunning presentation. "you look as good as you can get? now go and have fun with your ugly boyfriend." drew hopped off her bunk and pushed you to the door.

"he's not ugly! and he's not my boyfriend!"

"yet!"

drewtanakax shared a note "hate couples praying on their downfall rn (JUST DATE ALREADY)"

"hey," leo waved as he reached the cabin. you were just about to flip drew off when you caught sight of him.

"hey!" you waved back, already feeling the nervousness creep up on you. shit, i didn't think this through! what if he thinks i'm weird for acting like we were already friends?

"so." leo's voice broke you out of your thoughts. "shitty friends we have, huh?"

"totally," you nodded. "like, that was just so unbelievably rude. after all we've done, too." you put a hand over your heart dramatically.

"exactly! i thought they were like, my best friends. where am i ever gonna find a replacement?" he gave you a pointed look, his eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for you to say something.

you took the hint and grinned. "hey! i could be your new bestie!"

"really!? you're a lifesaver!" in a spur of the moment, leo took your hands in his and jumped up and down.

you laughed and jumped along with him, caught up in his enthusiasm.

"that means.." leo stopped bouncing, a mock serious expression on his face. "we have to show them what they're missing by having the most fun day ever!"

"yeah!"

drewtanakax shared a story caught these bitches frolicking in the fields can they go die

you replied to their story stop being such a hater this is why u dont have a gf

alldaladiesluvleo tagged you in a post hanging out w my newer, cooler, AWESOMER bestie WITHOUT U GUYS

herseaweedbrain WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LEO jasongrace is this what a hard launch is? frankzhangnotocean does this mean ur gonna shut up now

loveloveyn tagged you in a post notice the good time im having with my super cool and better bestie INSTEAD OF YOU FAKES

thepiedpiper WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM hiswisegirl is this where youve been all day?? ditching us for a MAN tell me everything rn hazyhazel omg! are you guys dating now?

librarian's annotations: sooo i wanted to make this the last one but i feel like it would be moving too fast if i made them FR get tgt in this one so (next one will probably be short cause im running out of ideas HELP ME)

[the-goddess-of-mischief-writing]

ok i know you haven’t written possessive price yet and i genuinely can’t remember what i wrote in the ask and i feel like i’m gonna write the same thing but the roles are switched but idc…but imagine possessive sunshine!reader…like price is a good looking dude and imagine he gets hit on at marissa’s bar IN FRONT OF THE READER AND/OR MARISSA and price is doing his best at trying to get the last away from him but she just won’t fuck off

Soulmate Sour

Summary; When someone flirts with Price you take it into your own hands to let them know he's off the market.

Pairing: Cpt. John Price x reader (sunshine!universe)

Rating: Mature

CHAPTER NO/ONESHOT: Onehsot 

Word; 3.2k

Warnings; alcohol consumption (drink in moderation), possessiveness, hints at suggestive themes

Author; @the-goddess-of-mischief-writing​

A/N: so I adjusted this just slightly but the main parts are still there, hope you enjoy nonnie<3

You chat with Johnny, his left arm slung behind Marissa on the couch's backrest. Meanwhile, your friend is talking to Kyle. For once, you aren't at the Pearl. Marissa decided to close her place earlier for your group to enjoy a night out where she could join in. Perks of being the owner and controlling closing times, as she said.

It's still early for a Friday, only 9 p.m. There were two more hours before the pub you'd find your way to closed.

It was a much more traditional place than Marissa's. Dark, gloomy, food-to-the-drinks kind of place that half of the population would stop by on their way home from work. And your company wasn't entirely different.

Tonight wasn't a return-from-deployment night. It was a simple get-together after work that John asked if you wanted to tag along to, Johnny having done the same to Marissa. Despite having planned a girl's dinner, the boys had been scattered for a few weeks, most of them back on active duty like John, and tonight was the first time most found their way back to town from wherever so the get-together had been something you couldn't pass up on. 

However, rather than fixing yourself to the somewhat special evening when John had knocked on your door, you'd greeted him with your computer in hand and a brief wave. A meeting with one of your clients ran longer than anticipated.

In the end, Joh waited 40 minutes for you to finish, giving you no time to change out of your work attire if the two of you didn't want to run unfashionably late.

You'd managed to reach the pub just as the others arrived. It was lucky you'd chosen a place that served food, seeing how your last meal had been lunch. Which, at the time, had been over six hours ago.

Your stomach had rumbled enough for Marissa to dig her finger into your side, asking if 'the workaholic cares for herself' in that partly teasing, partly serious tone. However, with everyone's plate of favoured dinner polished clean of food soon after finding a table -aside from Ghost who, when you asked, said 'don't fancy eating around other people, so ate earlier'- the soft feeling of fullness had eased your stomach.

Not soon after the dinner, and before the plates got cleared from the table, John had patted your thigh.

You'd been in the midst of your conversation with Johnny as you momentarily had turned to face the one seeking your attention. 

'Gonna get somethin' to drink. You want anythin'?' John had asked once you turned to face him. 'Same old', you'd answered and he'd only nodded, squeezing your thigh before he slid out of the curved booth.

What brought you out of the thought 'he's been gone for a while now' was when the Scotsman trailed off in his sentence, his eyes perched over your shoulder rather than face, remaining pinned to something behind you. 

Your brows knitted together, head cocking slightly at his sudden shift of attention. The minimal reaction to his strayed conversation was enough to make the Scotsman's face you again.

Something new had entered his eyes and you gave him a questioning look.

"Hate to say it to ye, lass, but old Price seems popular". Johnny nodded forward, motioning to whatever he spotted earlier.

Just as you shift to follow his gaze, a second voice momentarily stops your movement.

"Don't go rippin' a head". Your eyes flicker to Ghost sitting across from you. The man had apparently also noticed whatever Johnny motioned towards as his brown eyes shifted to you.

You only smiled back. "Don't worry".

Ghost only shrugs, eyes falling back to what he'd watched earlier and you finally turn towards whatever both men now observed.

It's easy to find John. His stature is not hard to miss. 

He's standing by the bar, presumably having ordered the drinks he set out to do for you two. But, rather than staring at his broad back as he leans against the bar leisurely, waiting for the drinks to be served. John's standing straight, one hand resting on the bar, the other shoved in his pocket. His posture is tense enough that you note it across the room and if you would've been closer, you probably would've seen his jaw work too, as it often does when he's on edge.

The reason? A woman. She's talking to him, flirting with him.

You see it all the way from here despite not hearing a word she says, her body language screaming her intentions. She's smiling, head cocked to the side, her hand resting on the bar not far from John's. She isn't touching him. Still, she's standing close, closer than what's generally considered talking distance for strangers. Her upper body is leaning towards him, breaking John's personal bubble.

Your brows rise at the scene, your body turning towards the pair. Maybe Ghost was right with his comment as a sudden sour feeling fills your mouth. Despite this, you bite your tongue, remaining put as you watch the scene closely.

It doesn't take long, not even two minutes, before you spot what you only had a hunch would happen.

At something the woman says, John's head and upper body instinctively lean away from her before the rest of his body follows. He rolls his shoulder as he turns, his side facing her while replying. All the while, he attempts to step around the stool that previously prevented any smooth exit of putting distance between himself and his forced company. 

The move signalled two things. John didn't try to hide that he didn't enjoy the woman's presence anymore and wanted to end the primarily one-sided conversation. And, he needed help, not because you doubted him but because the woman followed his step with one of her own.

You scoffed. Apparently, the woman was fucking blind if she didn't understand the signal.

"I'll be back", you said to Johnny and Ghost, both having turned to look at you upon what transpired. You slide from the booth, rising to your feet once at the edge.

"Go get her, lass". There was a big grin on the Scot's face, but you ignored it as you started walking towards the bar.

"Don't do anythin' I would". You hear the Englishman warn from behind, to which you raise a few fingers in recognition and a departing gesture.

As you weave between tables and occupied chairs, your eyes never leave John and the woman. She sweeps her dark hair over her shoulder, showing off more of the plunging neckline meant to draw eyes. You almost laugh when she frowns upon noticing it didn't have the desired effect, but you catch yourself in the last second.

Slowing your step, you switch to look at John. His exasperation with the situation is humouring enough that the gentle smile you let spread isn't forced.

"Hi, how's the drinks going?" John's head snaps ironically fast towards you, his body swivelling to face you rather than the bar. In the corner of your eye, you note how the woman's attention switch to you. 

When you get closer, John pulls his hand out of his pocket and raises his arm, letting you sidle up to him. His hand lands upon your shoulder, making the two of you shift together when he turns to look down the bar. In the new position, you naturally face the woman, but at the moment, you don't look at her, focusing on John as his eyes drop back to you as he speaks.

"Soon done, love", he mutters. His voice is strained, annoyed. You don't need to guess because of what, or rather, who.

You circle your left arm around his waist, finally looking forwards, feigning realisation when you meet the woman's gaze.

"Oh, hello", you greet her with raised brows, catching the sour expression twisting her features for a split second. "Are you an acquaintance of John?"

You motion between the woman and the man at your side, pointing out their closer-than-strangers proximity. Upon the question, the dark-haired woman steps backwards to not stand as close to you.

"You're his girl". Your head cocks at the short remark and complete disregard of your greeting. 

Satisfaction spreads through you at her response, but you only let the gentle smile continue to play on your lips. "I am, and you are?"

"Kathleen", she puffed out her chest, chin jutting upwards, eyes straying towards John before shifting back to you.

"Pleasure", you return with a nod just as the bartender puts your drinks on the counter. "But, if you excuse us, our company is waiting". Your eyes stray to the glasses to push your point.

"I was talking to John when you interrupted". His name is purred from her lips as if knowing it meant everything to her and should bother you. You look back at her with creased brows, a questioning look directed towards her. She must have taken it for displeasure rather than astonishment at what she thought she was attempting, as a smug smile spread on her lips. "And he never mentioned you". 

Instantly, John tenses beneath your touch while his arm tightens around your shoulders. This time, you scoff. Did she really think that implied he was... what? Open to cheating because of that? 

Your reaction makes John's head tilt downwards. You know he wants you to look up at him from how intently he's looking at you, but you don't face him, instead staring straight back at the woman.

"And yet, you don't assume I'm anything else than his girl when I join him? If you didn't already have a hunch, why didn't you just suppose I'm his thing?" You question with a smile. Her mouth opens and closes, caught off guard by your reaction to what evidently was an attempt at winding you up. Clearly, she didn't get the response she desired.

She sneers. "Well, maybe you are because he didn't object to it". She makes a sharp motion with her hand towards John to defend whatever her definition of it implied.

You can feel how he heats up at your side, his already warm body boiling from how she addressed you and what you know is a false statement. You'd seen it yourself. That's why you can't help but chuckle, stepping away from John towards the bar. 

His arms remain around you for as long as possible until he begrudgingly lets it fall. When John doesn't touch you any longer, the air shifts violently. Tension immediately bleeds into the air.

"Be my guest then", you nod towards John as you grab your drinks, catching how not only the women's eyes widen at what you said. "If you want to get turned down a second or even third time, that is. Because from what I saw, my man isn't interested in you and tried to respectfully show that without dropping my name. Which should be enough anyways, don't you think?" You continue as you turn to face her.

The same smile you'd carried the entire conversation now flashed brighter towards the dark-haired woman, who sputters in bewilderment. Satisfied with her stunned expression and being tongue-tied, you turn towards John, whose eyes apparently never left you. 

"You ready?" His blues shift so violently that it feels like they go from black to white when you offer him his beer. He takes his drink from your offered hand with his right one only to intertwine the fingers of his left with it instead. You take the hint. "Have a good evening, Kathleen". You bid her goodbye without turning to face her, missing how the perplexed woman follows the two of you, stunned when John tags along with an ease she'd found impossible to evoke.

As your back is turned to the woman, you finally spit at her in your mind. Fucking bitch.

You hadn't noticed, but you took your first deep breath in a long time when taking a similar route back to the others as you had previously done to the bar. That was until there was a tug at your hand. 

You slow, twisting your head to look over your shoulder at John, only for him to twirl you around and into his chest before you manage. Some of your drink spill over your fingers, but you don't care about it the second his handsome smile and blue eyes greet you.

"Do you know how much more attractive you just got?" None of the previous tension lace his voice, only a lilt that reflects his lightened expression.

"What?" You ask, a bit dumbfounded, still mentally cursing the woman for how shitty she'd acted. Women empowering women, they say. Not those types of women.

John's eyes flicker over your face before settling to meet your gaze with a smirk. "Haven't seen you this possessive before". Your mouth drops open before you bite your lower one as it curls inwards.

"Don't like someone trying things on you", you mumble, shrugging as you continue. "Especially when they don't show some respect". 

Your eyes widen when you suddenly feel John duck, attaching his mouth to yours. Though he catches you off-guard, you fall into the kiss soon enough, his big hand releasing yours to tilt your face. 

He's warm, overwhelmingly passing the sensation into your body. You feel the last bit of resentment towards the woman leave you as John forces her out of your mind, replacing the mental place she'd occupied with himself.

The bristle of his beard brushing your lower face contrasts with how he gently cups your cheek. His beard oil and cologne fill your nostrils in a blend of something nutty and musky. 

You're putty in his grasp and can't help the silly smile spreading when he nipps your lower lip when pulling back.

"Appreciate it, love", John chuckles, gazing at you with an upwards curve of his mouth. "And the confidence suits you", he adds.

"Need to have some when dating your handsome face". You tap his bearded cheek with your index finger with a cocked head and smile.

"This handsome face only has eyes for one woman". You dip your head with a shake, momentarily needing to escape his intense eyes as his hand falls to the small of your back. His fingers teasingly press into the area. 

"Let's go back to the others". You nod backwards when you raise your head again. John agrees with a nod and a final peck before he guides you towards your table.

"Putting on a show, are you Price?" Kyle greets you with a smug look as you come closer. John only shrugs in return, not bashful about the action but not keen on discussing it. Everyone watches you as you retake your place, sliding into the booth first. John follows soon after, seating himself close enough that his side presses against yours. 

Marissa leans forward, her forearms crossed upon the table. She sends you an amused and knowing look, one you roll your eyes at, understanding the whole table must have followed the spectacle.

Like the smile your friend flashes, Johnny harbours a similar grin as when you'd left. 

"About time ya get someone who acts as yer saviour, Captain". The Scotsman remarks while he nudges his shoulder with yours, giving you a playful wink. This time, John huffs amusedly and you presume it's an inside joke as you catch the low chuckle escaping Ghost and Kyle. 

The comment swung them into a new conversation with countless ribbings. You can't help but shake your head at their antics as you listen to their chatter with your glass in hand. 

Sipping your drink, you melt into the seat, head resting against the shoulder of John's non-dominant side.

It had been a long and, by your standard, stressful day. It had taken a toll on you mentally more than physically. The only downside with not having an ordinary one-to-five, in your opinion. John asking you to tag along to this outing was just what you needed at the end of the day to be able to wind down, aside from one inconvenience.

The timing couldn't be any better as you suddenly feel someone staring. Your eyes sweep over the other occupants of the table before travelling further. You don't need to look for long until you find the source. 

The same woman from earlier sits by the bar, your eyes locking when your attention falls upon her. You raise your brows, huffing more out of pity than annoyance as you take another sip of your drink. 

Holding her stare, you don't hesitate to shift in your seat and cross your leg over your own and John's. You sit slanted towards him now, your leg resting comfortably over his thigh, dangling between his legs.

His response is immediate, his body aligning more towards you as he settles his left hand just above your knee. 

"You get awfully touchy when tryin' to make a point to someone". John whispers as he ducks his head, breath skimming the shell of your ear.

You smile against the rim of your glass, noticing how the woman's face scrunches upon noting your intimate proximity. The reaction is enough to spot from your position. "How'd you know?"

"I'm a soldier. I'm trained to always be attentive to my surroundings", he hums in response, still keeping his head low enough so only you catch his words. "Likewise, to read someone's intentions. Gotten good enough to rival your skill when it comes to you". He humours you with a low chuckle. The rough sound sends a shiver down your spine as your eyes drop to his thumb, which begins a circling motion on your leg. 

Your head tilts upwards, John accommodating by angling his head to catch what you say. "Well, good job, Captain". Your eyes momentarily lock with the women once more as John leans away, shielding your view as he stiffens upon hearing his rank being purred against the shell of his ear. But, you catch the reaction you wanted always, the woman promptly turning away.

Your eyes now meet gaze back at those blues focusing on you keenly.

Yes, John had gotten to know you quite a bit, your ticks and tells. But he indulged you in just as much.

You give him a coy smile and fall back slightly, resting your back against the couch again as you return his gaze.

John levels you with a firm look, hiking your leg slightly higher on his leg, signalling if you continue, this evening will definitely be cut short.

You only smile sweetly at him before you turn your upper body away, engaging yourself in the conversation with the rest. Upon catching his muted sigh, you sip your drink to stop yourself from grinning.

[honeytama]

Across the Fence

Neighbor!Matt Dierkes x Fem!Reader

A/N: I might pass out because of this. Need Matt’s drummer arms to save me. Ty to @areuirish for the pics! Extra tags: @abiomens @exitwoundsx

Summary: Matt and you have been house neighbors for two years and have never got along. Recently, the wooden fence that you two share is damaged in a storm. This dilemma finally makes you both face your hatred head on.

Content and Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Matt’s POV included, smut 18+, arguing/yelling/name calling, hate!sex (they’re in love idc), light degradation, throat fucking, choking/asphyxiation, raw p in v

Word Count: 3k

The day you met Matt was the day you moved into your new house. It was two years ago.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have anyone to help you that day; it was just you, your two dogs, and your packed, rented U-Haul. That Saturday morning also presented a storm, one that didn’t show up in the forecast, and you were soaked, frustrated, and just pissed off. It was supposed to be an exciting milestone and it wasn’t going as planned.

What upset you also, was that your two pit bulls, Daisy and Coco, had to stay in your new bedroom all day while you moved in.

At one point, you saw your neighbor just watching your demise through his front window. His arms were crossed over his chest and he gave you furrowed brows. You resented his nasty, judgmental glare.

You remember carrying one of your nightstands. Even that was heavy, and you couldn’t keep it from continuously bumping into your shins as you walked from the back of the truck to your front door.

He left the window and stepped out onto his front porch.

“You know if you carry it more like this—,” Matt started.

You stopped in your tracks and interrupted him, loudly, “Did I ask for your opinion?”

“I’m just trying to help!” He yelled at you through the sound of rain falling.

“If you want to help, come out into the rain or shut your mouth, you asshole!” You snarl. You remember your cheeks burned afterward.

You didn’t mean to call him names or scream, it was just the nature of that day and all of the obstacles you faced. A part of you wanted to apologize, but you watched as he threw his hand up to dismiss you, went inside, and slammed the door.

—

PRESENT DAY

Matt and you had a mutual hatred.

You two had not got into an argument like that since the day you met, but he’s found many other ways to get under your skin since then.

He plays loud music in his backyard while he grills or gardens. His friends take up parking space in front of your house without him asking.

The way he talks makes you so angry. He can be cocky and arrogant.

He hates that your dogs bark at squirrels that run along the top of the fence in the mornings. He hates that you like to stay up late and watch movies, so he complains that your TV light comes into his bedroom through your windows. Ugh.

This is why you two will never get along amongst a long list of other examples.

His tour dates are times you constantly look forward to and you would not be surprised if he became a tour manager just to be in a different city than you.

Last night, there was a storm just like the one you moved in with. It was loud and your pups were anxious, but it passed and this morning you relaxed with them on the couch.

“What the fuck?” You hear a male voice groan from your backyard.

You hop up and quickly go to your back window.

Matt’s there with his head in his hands standing next to a section of your shared fencing lying flat on the grass.

You leave out the back door and meet him.

“Our fence is so fucked,” he kicks the wood and reels back, “Ah, shit!”

“Are you okay?” You ask, truthfully.

“Don’t act like you care,” he grunts.

“Fine, then kick it again. That will fix it,” you taunt.

“Whatever. Just, help me move it out of the way,” he requests under his breath.

You two begin to lift both sides of the section to lean it against the standing fence.

“You’re doing it wrong,” he groans.

“If you try to tell me what to do again, then you can do it yourself,” you spat. 

Matt rolls his eyes. “Why do you have to be so annoying?”

“I’m annoying?” You reel. “Look in a mirror, Matt.”

You two manage to move the section safely. You begin to walk away from him to head inside.

“You’re always coming to my door to complain about shit,” he says from behind you.

“Don’t forget that you do, too,” you turn halfway to face him. “It makes me wonder if you just want an excuse to see my pretty face,” you raise your brows teasingly.

He looks at you in disgust. “Not in a million years would I think you’re pretty, Y/N,” he retorts. 

“Mhm,” you hum before turning away to return to your couch.

—

The same day, it’s dinner time and Daisy and Coco need to use the restroom and take some time to play outside. You think that as long as you keep an eye on them, then they won’t go on to Matt’s side of the backyard.

Trusting them as they’re always well-behaved, you look away for five minutes to gather things from your pantry and refrigerator to begin preparing your meal.

You’re evening is so serene until you hear the voice of your neighbor, again.

“Y/N!” Matt angrily calls to you from your backyard.

Ugh. You toss everything in your hands onto the counter and rush outside.

“What?” You raise your voice before noticing him standing on his side of the fence, his fists holding your dogs’ collars. “Matt, what happened?”

“Your dogs got into my garden and ruined my plants! Why aren’t you watching them?”

“I was watching them, you dick.” You walk over to take your girls’ collars into your hands before ushering them back into your side of the yard. “I looked away for five minutes!”

“You’re not watching them well enough, then!” He argues.

With your hands on your hips, “How do you even know they ruined your garden, huh? Did you forget the storm that took down our fence?” 

“I saw them—,” he starts.

“Yeah, yeah. If you’re going to be so anal about my dogs coming into your yard while our fence gets fixed, then I better not see your dogs in mine,” you begin to lead your dogs back into the house.

“Fine!” He yells behind you.

“Fine,” you say under your breath.

—

MATT’S POV

Boo and Zeus are in Y/N’s yard. Fuck.

The sun has fully set, maybe two hours after Y/N and I had our argument over her dogs finding their way into my backyard. 

I was sneakily making my way off of my patio onto her side of the yard to go search for them while thinking about how I talked to her earlier this evening.

I didn’t actually see Daisy or Coco near my garden. I think I just wanted an excuse to be angry over it being destroyed by the storm. Her dogs can be loud, but those girls are precious and I admit that Y/N is a great dog parent.

Also, I think I just wanted to see Y/N’s face again. That pretty, fucking beautiful face. I have to admit to myself that I tease her and complain to her so that I can get her reaction. I hate that I love hearing her voice.

“Boo! Zeus, back in the house!” I whisper to them once I find them. I follow them back to my patio, let them inside, and close the door behind them.

From behind me, Y/N’s living room lamp light softly illuminates her yard. My feet take me back there, involuntarily.

Looking into her home, she walks through her kitchen and living room in her underwear and bralette, shamelessly. 

God, she looked good. Also, I should not be doing this.

When I finally look up from boring my eyes into the curve of her ass, our eyes meet.

I’m fucked.

“Matt, what are you doing?” Her voice is muffled but she walks over to her patio door in strides. “Come inside, now.”

—

READER’S POV

Matt kicks off his shoes once he’s inside. You want everything to scream his head off for violating your privacy, but all you can do is glare at him in silence.  

“What are you staring at?” He questions you.

“Excuse me? Matt. I’m not the one peeping through your window, while you try to have a relaxing night,” you jab.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to get my dogs back into the house and then I saw you—,” he explains and trails off with his eyes glued to your chest.

“I knew you had a crush on me,” you tease.

“What?” He raises his voice. “No!”

“So, you wouldn’t like it if I kissed you right now?” You step forward into his space.

“Not at all,” he chokes out.

“Or, touched you here,” you reach under his shirt and your fingertips graze his lower stomach, just above his waistband.

Matt’s breath catches, “No, because—.”

“Because why?” You whisper against his cheek.

“I hate you,” he says assertively before crashing his lips into yours. 

“Mmm,” you let out a surprised moan into his mouth. 

Your hand finds its way to the back of Matt’s neck, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him in closer.

He responds with a hunger that surprises you both, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you tightly against him.

Matt’s tongue fights yours for dominance and his teeth nibble your lip every so often. You yelp when his hand slaps your ass with a stinging pain. “Take me to your bedroom,” he says gruffly when you finally break apart.

“Matt,” you whine his name as pain turns to lust. You grab his hand and lead him into your bedroom where he pushes you against the closed door once you’re inside.

His lips attach to your neck and he marks you with bites and sucks on your delicate skin. You moan into his ear as he brings his hands to fondle your chest. Matt pulls the front of your bralette down to expose them to the chilled air. His fingertips roll and tug at your nipples, leaving them sensitive to the touch. You gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your upper thigh.

“Get on your knees, Y/N,” he commands.

You follow his order and you drop to your knees on the plush carpet. Without hesitation, you tug his joggers down his thighs and he pulls his shirt off to expose his chest. His hat falls to the floor in the process and it’s the first time you see his full head of light brown tresses.

Matt strokes himself and you look up at him in awe. His brows are furrowed again and small moans escape his lips when his thumb passes over a sweet spot under his cockhead. Your favorite part; he’s big. You’re eager to test if you can wrap your fingers fully around him.

“Open,” he tells you. You replace his hand with yours and wrap it around his shaft. Quickly looking, your fingers are a centimeter away from your thumb. Fuck. Your mouth opens up happily; you languidly stroke him while giving teasing licks to his tip. “If you make me cum, then maybe I’ll consider liking you after tonight,” Matt taunts.

You roll your eyes. “Mhm,” you moan as you wrap your lips around his tip.

You take him into your mouth as much as you can and use your hand to stroke his base. You watch his eyes as you bob on dick; his lips are slightly open and let out soft whines when you run your tongue over the spot you noticed earlier.

“God, you look so much better with your lips around my cock,” he hisses.

“Hm?” You make eye contact with him and smirk.

“I didn’t say you were pretty,” he corrects you. His dominant hand makes its way to the back of your head. “Can I?”

You nod and let your hand fall to the back of his thigh to brace yourself. You couldn’t deny an angry, sexy man from fucking your throat.

You groan on his cock once he begins thrusting his hips. Both of his large hands grasp the back of your head and he smiles down at the tears forming in your eyes. 

“Never would I think your hard ass would let me make you drool like this,” he grunts with each thrust.

You clench your thighs hard at his words trying to feel some sense of relief. You envied any other woman that got to hear him talk to them like this. If your panties were off, then you wouldn’t be surprised if your juices dripped onto your carpet.

Matt slows when he feels your fingernails dig into the skin of his thigh, “Get on the bed, on your back.”

You stand, take a deep breath, and wipe your mouth as you enter your bed. “What? You’re not going to fuck me from behind? I thought you didn’t like looking at my face,” you taunt him while lying on your back.

Matt shucks his joggers off his feet and crawls to you on all fours until his face is above yours. His right hand comes to grip your chin, “I want to see what it looks like when a girl like you cums so many times she can’t run her mouth anymore.”

Oh. 

He kisses your forehead quickly before he pulls your panties down your legs. You sit up a bit for him to tug your bralette off. 

Matt raises your legs until they’re spread and fully expose your wet cunt. He nestles between his hips between yours and pushes the length of his cock through the slit of your lips. His cockhead grazes over your clit and you whine.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he groans. “You like to be degraded, huh? Who knew I’ve been turning you on these past two years by being an asshole?”

“I’ve touched myself to the thought of you,” you admit, reaching down to rub over your clit with your fingertips.

His hands squeeze your ankles. “I don’t believe you.”

“You can admit that you have, too,” you moan as he watches you circle your clit. “I’ve seen the tent I make in your pants when I groan your name, or call you a dick.”

“I hate you so fucking much,” he presses himself to the hilt into your pussy with one thrust. 

“Ah, Matt, fuck you— you’re so big,” you gasp and furrow your brow.

He smirks and you know his ego has been stroked. Matt’s hands maintain the grip on your ankles to spread you open to use you. He begins to thrust into you at a quick pace and murmurs ‘I hate you’ when his tip taps the back of your cunt. 

Tears form in the corners of your eyes from how full you feel. You've never been with a man that has made you feel like this before. You do your best to do anything to show him how good you feel, but at some point, you have no choice but to look up at him with an “o” on your lips and your eyes glossed over.

“Ok, now I’ll admit it,” he slows his thrusts for a second so you can hear him without the sound of your pussy squelching ruining his compliment. “You’re cute. Pretty, even.”

Your eyes roll back at his words and you moan even though your mouth is dry.

“What? Can’t talk back? I’ve always wanted to fuck you until you couldn’t speak,” he teases. In retaliation, you bring your hand to the back of his head, gather his hair, and pull it. “Shit,” he moans.

Matt reaches to place his hand on your chest above your breasts. You smile up at him with a glint in your eye hoping he wants to do what you think he does. You let go of his hair which captures his attention and you nod enthusiastically before looking at his hand.

With your luck, he understands and pushes his hand into the base of your neck and grips the sides. “What a good girl you are letting me choke you out,” Matt grunts.

His weight presses you into the mattress as he fucks your cunt mercilessly. His words and the feeling of the ridge under his tip caressing your sweet spot make your head feel light. You grasp Matt’s fingers around your neck to let him know to ease off.

He lets go and returns both his hands to your ankles, pushing your thighs further into your chest. It’s the first time you can see downwards; you watch the full length of his messy cock enter and exit you with the slapping sound of his hips on your ass. This just about tips you over the edge.

“Matt, make me cum, please,” you whine and look up to match his gaze.

He bites his lip and nods. “Touch yourself,” he demands breathlessly.

Your fingers return to your clit and you pass over it at a quick pace, eager to give him your first orgasm. You gasp as you feel your insides become more wet, like a pipe bursting. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you moan and shut your eyes.

All he says is “Eyes.” and you shoot them open to maintain his eye contact. Matt furrows his eyebrows in concentration as he brings you to completion. The rush flows over your body and causes you to shake. All you can do is whine his name. It was more intense than any of the times you masturbated to the sound of his voice in your head.

You relax your head on the mattress and attempt to bring your heart rate down. “Thank you, Matt,” you breathe out. “I never thought I would say that to you.”

Matt strokes his still-hard dick while watching the quick rise and fall of your chest. “Y/N, we’re not done,” he reminds you. “You’re going to cum as many times as you can on my cock, my fingers, my tongue… until you can’t take it anymore.”

[romewritingshop]

Just Like Magic pt. 2

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Viscount!Choso x Maid/Reader

Warning: N/A

MASTERLIST

A/N: Some of you may have read this before, I just had to make a few changes in narrative and now I feel it is ready. Part 2 is here and Part 3 is coming soon. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think! Follow, comment or reblog, IDC because I enjoy writing this fic. Please pay attention before reading.

(Y/N) was always an early riser as she dragged herself out of the luxurious bed sheets, straight away fixing them to make it seem like no one had slept there before sauntering over to the windows to pull open the curtains. The scenery outside was idyllic as she stared at the lush green trees shrouded under clouds. Her fingers mindlessly brushed the knots and tangles in her hair, smoothing it so it was straight and neat.

She fucked up but she may be able to recover from this. In the original story, the reader fell into a shock coma and dreamt the rest of her life with Choso. It was a shitty twist and (Y/N) wasn't weak willed. She was going to make the most of it. In the last three years, her heart somehow hardened and she built up her endurance to become stronger. She would overcome the shock.

She needed to talk to Choso, not too sure what exactly. But she needed to speak to Toge. At least tell him the circumstances have changed. Just so later on, down the line Toge wouldn't be so outraged by her sudden marriage. There was a soft knock on the door as (Y/N) shifted away from the window to answer who was at the door.

It was Nanami and a young woman with short orange hair, dressed in a black dress and white apron. Nanami seemed tired as usual as (Y/N) let the both of them enter the room. (Y/N) recognised the young woman but kept quiet to get a better explanation. Nanami gestured at the woman to begin introducing when his eyes accidentally caught (Y/N)'s nightwear. Red blush spread across his cheeks as he turned around, speaking with a choked voice.

"Lady Itadori, you seem to be missing your robe."

(Y/N) glanced down to notice that she was wearing a sheer silk nightgown that was showing a shadow of her body. The young woman rushed forward and helped (Y/N) slip into the robe that was hanging on a chair.

"Apologies, Nanami. You can look now."

He turned around, feeling a little relieved and embarrassed about the situation. However it wasn't the worst thing he had seen. He cleared his throat and spoke clearly.

"My apologies. This is Nobara. She will be your maid. I assume you are familiar with what her role is."

(Y/N) gave a nod and smiled at the young woman. Nobara was a fun character and she could completely trust her.

"It's nice to meet you Nobara."

"You too, My Lady."

"Please call me (Y/N)."

Nobara was horrified as she shook her head and waved her hands frantically. How could she dare address her Lady without her title? She wasn't worthy to be on a first name basis with her.

"I cannot."

Nanami rolled his eyes, and interjected between the two women.

"My Lady you will have to get used to this. You are the wife of Viscount Itadori Choso of Kaprines. A noble."

"Oh right. My apologies."

There was a brief pause in the air as (Y/N) let his words sink in. Nanami cleared his throat and switched to more important matters.

“Now, Nobara and I will show you around the estate and discuss your duties as the Lady of the Household. Do you have any questions?”

“Yes. Before we proceed with that, I want to talk to Viscount Itadori.”

Nanami had an apprehensive expression on his face, almost wishing that she didn’t ask for that request. Viscount Itadori seemed miserable this morning which was a counter to his usual calm manner. (Y/N) noticed this expression as she tried to rectify this.

“I’m sorry but -”

Before she could finish that sentence, there was a harsh rapid knock on the door, followed by a young maid with a grey dress. She gave a quick bow to (Y/N) and then turned around to quickly inform Nanami.

“Apologies. Nanami, Viscount Itadori is asking for you to help him prepare. He’s been summoned to hunt for monsters that are terrorising the villages in the north. He intends to leave now.”

Nanami gave a firm nod and dismissed the maid, turning to Lady Itadori and bowing with apology.

“Forgive me, my Lady but I must attend the Viscount. Nobara will guide you.”

At that Nanami strode out of the room and rushed away to Viscount Itadori’s room. (Y/N) was also about to follow when Nobara pulled at her arm to warn her.

“My Lady! You can’t go out looking like that! Put a dress on!”

(Y/N) was surprised by the casual tone in Nobara’s voice as she furrowed her eyebrows to look at her maid. Nobara rolled her eyes and let go of her hand before casually sauntering to the wardrobe to pick a dress out for (Y/N). A minute or so later, Nobara had pulled out a simple green dress with a bright yellow cord going across the hem, sleeves and folds of the dress.

“This dress is good. It’s quick to get into, can go on top of the night dress and it won’t drag on the ground if you want to go see Viscount Itadori.”

A gentle smile made its way to (Y/N)���s face, glad that Nobara understood what she needed. She gave a haphazard nod before taking off her nightgown’s robe, using Nobara’s help to get into the dress. Nobara pulled it up over the shoulders roughly before yanking the strings tight to tie up the back. Lady Itadori was ready except for her feet as Nobara went to the wardrobe one more time to grab a black pair of cloth pattens.

As soon as Nobara slipped the shoes on, (Y/N) shoved the door open and rushed out to try to catch her husband. Nobara rolled her eyes and grabbed a red woollen shawl from the wardrobe before chasing after (Y/N). She was a quick person as Nobara darted down the hallway just to catch a brief glimpse of (Y/N).

(Y/N) was passing through the hallways before entering a foyer. She rushed down and pushed the front door open to see several groups of men on horseback. All dressed in metal armour, save for their heads. There seemed to be at least forty men as (Y/N) shrank into herself. It was definitely an intimidating sight as she tried to peek around for a familiar face.

Fortunately for her, she was able to find Captain Tsukumo as she stepped down before calmly walking towards the tall woman. She was steely focused at inspecting the carriages that were prepared to carry their tents and food for a whole five months. It was never easy to pack at the last minute.

"Captain Tsukumo!"

Hearing her name, Tsukumo turned around to see the Lady of the house approaching her as she gave a quick bow.

"My Lady. What can I do for you?"

"Do you happen to know where Viscount Itadori is?"

"Last I saw him, was in his study for the briefing. I haven't seen him since."

(Y/N) huffed frantically as she thanked Tsukumo, then stomping away to look for the other Captain, Nanami, Yuuji or Viscount Itadori himself. Nobara had just reached Tsukumo and muttered angrily to herself as she followed the Lady.

All the knights were perplexed by the new Lady of the house, stomping around looking for her husband. She managed to spot Captain Fushiguro, who was tending to a horse.

"Captain Fushiguro!"

Fushiguro bowed lowly to (Y/N) as she stopped in front of him. She was breathing heavily and shivering as Fushiguro quirked a single eyebrow upwards.

"Lady Itadori, you shouldn't be running in this frosty weather."

He took the shawl off his horse and stepped closer to Lady Itadori, bringing the shawl around her shoulders and tugging it close so that she could grasp the closed ends. She didn't think much of it as she rasped out.

"Don't worry about me, Captain. Have you seen Viscount Itadori? I need to urgently talk to him."

"Lady Itadori!"

Fushiguro and (Y/N) pivoted to the direction of the loud call which came from Nobara. She held a red woolly shawl as she trudged over and wrapped herself in it, grumbling nonsense. A soft inaudible scoff left Fushiguro's lips as he smirked.

"Don't worry, I took care of your Lady."

Nobara squinted aggressively at the Captain's gesture. Fushiguro grinned smugly before he returned to (Y/N) to answer her question.

"I haven't seen Viscount Itadori since the briefing."

At that moment, a loud trumpet sounded as the entire courtyard turned to the knight that sat atop a chestnut coloured horse. It was Viscount Itadori, dressed in a black gilded armour with silver embellishments across the edge and chest. The horse trudged through the crowd and made its way over to Captain Fushiguro.

"Captain, are we ready to depart?"

"Yes my Lord. All accounted for … except for your brother"

Choso rolled his eyes before he took notice of (Y/N) and her maid wrapped up in shawls. He frowned at the fact that (Y/N) was out here and probably looking for him. He didn't want to talk to her. He wasn't ready as he returned his gaze back to Fushiguro.

"I can't afford to wait for him any longer. We will head out first and tell him, he can come with Megumi once he's healed up."

Fushiguro bowed as he walked towards the troops to inform them of their new orders. Nanami came up to Choso to hand over the helmet of his armour.

"Viscount Itadori?"

Her husband ignored her plea as he turned to Nanami with a firm tone in his voice.

"Please take her inside and explain to her everything I explained to you. I must head out now."

With no final glance back at (Y/N), Choso flicked his reins so his horse began to trot to the front of the men, to begin leading them to their military hunt. (Y/N) felt her heart break a little as she watched her husband leave without a glance and regard for her.

In the original, the shock of rejection had cemented so strongly that the original reader fell into a coma and only woke up when she heard the news about her husband's death. (Y/N) was not weak to be weighed down by rejection, she had been forced to go through a lot in the last three years and it had toughened her skin.

(Y/N) stood tall and firm, watching as Choso was riding away until he became a small blimp in the horizon. Nobara carefully brought her hands to the Lady's shoulders to coax her back to the palace. Fushiguro clambered onto his horse and trotted over to the Lady, Nanami and Nobara. He had a warm gentle expression as he spoke.

"My Lady, I'll try to send a raven to keep you informed about our hunt. We should be back soon, safe and sound."

"Thank you Captain."

"Call me Toji, my Lady."

"Toji."

(Y/N)'s heart warmed at his kind gesture. Toji gave a confident smile as his eyes glanced over at the Lady. His eyes went towards Nobara as he smirked playfully at her.

"Please keep Lady Itadori safe."

Nobara scoffed as she folded her arms, almost knowing his intentions from his words spoken to her Lady.

"Don't worry, Captain. I'll keep her safe. You should worry more about yourself."

"I will, Miss."

With that said, Fushiguro guided his horse to turn and gallop after the men. The courtyard was now empty now as (Y/N) exhaled a deep breath she didn’t know she was holding. She needed to make the most of her time at the palace, to convince Choso that she was worthy of keeping.

She followed Nobara and Nanami up the stairs only to come across a familiar lanky figure that leaned on the door frame. Yuuji had a proud grin as he gave a quick bow to (Y/N).

"My Lady."

"Yuuji! Weren't you supposed to go with them?"

"And suffer from Big Bro's foul mood for months on end? No thanks. I'm better off being here to help you, my Lady."

Nanami frowned with his folded arms and raised eyebrows.

"How exactly are you helping Lady Itadori?"

"I'm gonna help her win Choso's heart of course."

"With magic?"

"Of course not! That is deceitful and I would never do that."

Nanami shook his head with a grimace as he held an arm out to lead (Y/N) in.

"I apologise, my Lady but don't listen to his words. He will make you drink a potion without telling you the effects."

They began walking inside the hall as Yuuji skipped after them, feeling rather offended by Nanami's insinuations. Nobara and (Y/N) were listening with amusement.

"When are you going to let that go, Nanami?! It was one time."

"It shouldn't have even been one time. It was humiliating in front of Lord Gakuganji and Lady Utahime of Macia. I felt like a fool jester."

"It was very good dancing."

"She almost would have killed me because she assumed that I was trying to seduce her."

(Y/N) and Nobara pursed their lips to refrain from laughing aloud whilst Nanami pinched his eyes at the embarrassment of having to recollect that memory. Yuuji had a grin of confidence as he slapped Nanami’s back.

“Come on! I thought it would help you seem less sleepy in front of them.”

Yuuji quietened down at the dangerous glare that Nanami was giving him. He decides to slide back and walk quietly alongside Lady Itadori. There was a moment of peace before Yuuji opened his mouth.

"Where exactly are we going?"

"To the spare study to teach the Lady about the house."

"Without breakfast?"

Nanami halted to a stop as his face flushed with apprehension. He had completely forgotten about that as he slowly turned with a bow.

"My apologies, my Lady. I had forgotten to ask you about breakfast."

(Y/N) shook her face as waved her hand nonchalantly. She didn't always have breakfast so it didn't matter.

"It's okay, Nanami. I can survive without breakfast."

"But Viscount Itadori will be angry if I haven't appropriately catered to you. You must hold on in the study whilst I go get your breakfast."

"Nanami! Don't worry. Please don't bother to make a big breakfast. Nobara, can you please bring three slices of toast with honey on top and some tea please?" 

“Yeah Nobara, get me a whole plate of eggs and bacon!"

Nobara gave a nod to her Lady, whilst sending a glare to Yuuji before she strayed away from them to the kitchen.

"She'll bring our breakfast whilst we study.”

Nanami acquiesced and they continued on. They came across a tall door which fit the palace's aesthetic. All of them came across a wall of bookshelves, a desk and a small table accompanied by wine coloured loungers. It was a simple elegantly decorated study as Nanami guided (Y/N) to sit down at her desk. He went towards the bookshelf and grabbed a few books off it before placing them on the table, in front of (Y/N). Yuuji plopped himself onto the loungers as he watched (Y/N) with a bored expression. Her face paled as Nanami began to explain.

"This will be your study, my Lady. Viscount Itadori has asked me to educate you in noble matters. These two books are the ledgers that Viscount Itadori has kept regarding the upkeep cost of the house, taxes, employee salaries and other expenses. 

"Viscount Itadori is fairly new to the noble society, only recently was he given the title as a Viscount. Hence he only wrote two years of ledgers. The other Lords of Kaprines have their ledgers here as well and they date back eighty years."

(Y/N) could not keep up with Nanami's words as she glanced over at Yuuji. That man was snoozing peacefully through the droning and after what seemed to be a good forty minutes there was a knock on the door. Nobara pushed the door open, wheeling in two breakfast trays, one with buttered toast, honey and tea, the other with eggs, bacon and toast, accompanied by a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Yuuji sprung up happily and took a seat opposite to (Y/N), ready to feast on his breakfast.

"Finally! Thank you Nobara."

Nobara rolled her eyes and set the trays in front of (Y/N) and Yuuji. She elbowed Nanami with a teasing tone.

"Did you bore them by droning about finances?"

"No, Lady Itadori was thoroughly engaged through our conversation, right?"

(Y/N) quietly sipped her tea as a way to abstain from answering Nanami. The tea was silky and smooth going down her throat with hints of chamomile mixed in. The toast seemed to be from freshly baked bread and fresh honey. It was the best breakfast she's had in a long time.

She was going to be the best Lady of the region, let alone the house and then maybe his wife. She's not only read fanfics, but historical manhwas as well so she knows how to play the game. Inumaki/Itadori (Y/N) was going to be the best main character there ever was.

Although a lot of what's happening now is completely new and she was out of her depth in knowledge. So she didn't have the best idea of what would happen next. She was going to need everyone's help to adapt and adjust.

"Lady Itadori?"

"Oh! Were you saying something? I'm so sorry, I was lost in thought."

Yuuji waved a hand to brush off her apology as straightened his posture.

"What I was trying to say to Nanami is that you aren't a member of the house of Kaprines until you have your own raven."

"Raven?"

Nanami gave a nod and began to explain.

"Yes. Ravens are the official animal of the House as well as our message carriers. The important members of the house have a raven, currently they are Viscount Itadori, Captains Tsukumo, Fushiguro, one of the knights, Megumi, and myself."

Yuuji clears his throat as Nanami rolls his eyes.

"And mage master Yuuji."

"Miwa takes care of the ravens, you'll like her. We should go pick out a raven for you and Miss Nobara as well!"

This was new. She did remember briefly seeing a raven on Choso's shawl but she couldn't focus on its significance at the time. (Y/N) turned towards Nanami as if to ask him if it was okay. He gave a gentle warm smile which assured her. She gave a nod and stood up to follow Yuuji through the hallway and through the saloon which led to the gardens of the palace. It was still a little frosty as the clouds swirled with a dull white colour.

A few yards away, there is a large glass greenhouse which has an open window to allow ravens to come and go. Yuuji led them up to the doors and pushed them wide to unveil lush trees. There was a small water fountain to the right and to the left was a desk of odd bits of junk.

It was amazing as (Y/N) held her breath at the setting as well as the occupants, the ravens. All were different ages and sizes, flying around and croaking. Yuuji strutted in, with his arms spread introducing the women to the birds.

"Welcome Lady Itadori and Nobara to the Unkindness Sanctuary."

(Y/N) frowned at the name as she walked into the glance at the ravens.

"Why unkindness?"

Nanami rolled his eyes and stepped forward to explain better.

"Because a group of ravens are known as 'unkindness'."

Yuuji laughed as he held his palm out for a raven to perch on it.

"I heard this from a fellow scientist and I just had to use it."

"You're the only one who uses that name. The actual name is The Kaprine Raven Sanctuary."

Everyone turned to the right to see a blue haired girl, dressed in black trousers and a black button shirt. She had one glove and a kind smile as she walked up to (Y/N), curtsying before introducing herself. 

"My name is Miwa. I take care of the ravens here."

The raven that was hanging near Yuuji, flew away to stand on the palm of Miwa's hand. She was a new character being introduced but (Y/N) was going to love this girl. 

"I'm sure you have many questions as to why the House has chosen a raven?"

(Y/N) gave a kind nod as she stood closer to Miwa to stroke the raven perched on her palm. It was certainly fascinating as ravens were commonly known to be harbingers of death and misery. She's aware of the superstitions around the birds.

"It is true that locals often symbolised these birds as figures of death and despair, choosing to avoid the sights of these birds, however they seem to underestimate how intelligent these birds are.

"They are capable of communication, being able to solve puzzles and come up with solutions. Not only that, but they have been known to mimic human voices. 

"The first Lord of the house intended to use the raven as a way to establish themselves as a symbol of misery. However over the years, the different Lords began to notice the potential these birds have in carrying out tasks.

"Only twenty years ago, the Lord of Kaprines opened up this sanctuary as a way to nurture, train and breed ravens. My family have been taking care of the ravens since the sanctuary opened."

"And two years ago, I gave the name 'unkindness'. Hopefully it sticks!"

"Hopefully it doesn't."

Yuuji glared at Nobara, who simply rolled her eyes before looking around at the ravens.

"So how exactly do you choose your raven?"

Miwa shrugged before letting the raven on her palm fly away.

"Depends on which one looks good to you. Yuuji and Nanami, you help Nobara find her raven and I'll help Lady Itadori."

Everyone then split off into their assigned pairs as Miwa and (Y/N) strolled around the greenhouse. All their little beady eyes watched their movements as Miwa introduced a few birds to her.

"This is Max. He's a strong protective raven that can fight a squirrel."

"Can he actually?"

"Well I haven't seen it but apparently he fought one. This is Claude, a brooding raven who'll do what you want as long as you give him a snack. And this is Arsene. He is tempermental and deadly. I wouldn't recommend having him."

Arsene croaked loudly at Miwa's comment which made her jump behind (Y/N) and yelp. (Y/N) held back a laugh as she watched the bird carer begin an argument.

"What? It's true! You almost hit Regina in the beak yesterday. - what do you mean you were play-fighting?"

(Y/N) noticed a lone raven sitting on a branch, looking wistfully out at the gardens and hills behind the glass. She came closer to inspect the bird, moving carefully so as not to disturb it. The raven pivoted its head back as if knowing (Y/N) was there before flying down to stand in front of her.

Its eyes had a gentle fascination which drew her in, she crouched and brought a finger to scratch at his neck. It gave a soft croak and leaned in to accept her tender affection, this brought a smile to her face as she sat down, crossing her legs before bringing the bird onto her lap.

"That's Zachary. One of the soft hearted ravens that is loyal, caring and strong. One of the best choices actually."

(Y/N) lifted Zachary up to connect eye to eye with him as she instantly fell in love. She knew this raven would be there for her as she smiled at the bird. Miwa reached into her pocket and presented a ring and a bracelet to the two of them.

"If you are happy with Zachary, put this ring on your finger and put the bracelet around his neck so that this connects you together."

(Y/N) did as she instructed before turning to Zachary to introduce herself.

"Hi Zachary, I'm (Y/N)."

"Hello my Lady."

(Y/N) jumped at the sudden deep voice that came from Zachary. There is no way that ravens can actually mimic humans to the point that they can speak fluently. It was impossible as she gave Miwa a close to accusatory look.

"I thought you said they could mimic human voices."

Miwa nervously laughed before apologising.

"I did and they can. I'm sorry I should have been clearer. Yuuji charmed the ring and bracelet to establish and strengthen the communicative telepathic link."

(Y/N) gave a slow nod as she referenced the argument she had with the bird Arsene.

"Wait, so you actually understood what Arsene was saying?"

"Of course! The ravens are bred with magic to help them communicate like us. However the bracelet and ring enhance the communication link with the raven you have chosen as a companion. Essentially to a point where you could telepathically communicate across a large distance. Although that has never been tested."

That brought a smile to her face as Zachary took a perch on her shoulder. She learnt a lot as she gave a low curtsy to Miwa.

"I see. Well thank you Miwa for helping me find my raven and teaching me about them."

"You're welcome, my Lady. Should we go see Nobara?" 

She gave a nod as the three of them began to head over to Nanami, Yuuji and Nobara. Nobara had an angry expression as she furrowed her eyebrows at Yuuji.

"You said they could mimic human voices. You failed to mention that they were capable of holding a conversation."

"Oh dear indeed! How could I have overstepped that important detail?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and linked her arm with Nobara's.

"Don't worry! You get used to it."

"Are you serious, my Lady? There is no way I can get used to this."

(Y/N) led Nobara away to look at other ravens, followed by Miwa who was continuously introducing the different ravens around them. Nanami watched them happily, whereas Yuuji stepped up to Nanami with an apprehensive expression.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Nanami?"

Nanami pursed his lips as if he was unsure about what Yuuji was referring to.

"What is?"

"Keeping Lady Itadori here when Choso asked you to send her away."

Nanami's jaw ticked, not surprised at the fact that Yuuji knew this order. Yuuji was lingering outside the doors after the briefing, he probably overheard the conversation. The mage could tell that this struck a nerve as he spoke tentatively.

"I'm not doubting you. I'm concerned about your wellbeing."

"I appreciate that, Yuuji. I'm sure about keeping the Lady here. Your brother hasn't thought clearly with his head."

Yuuji gave a nod as he gave a gentle pat to his shoulder.

"I understand. I will support you with this and inform the others to do the same."

A calm silence settled between them as they watched Lady Itadori and Nobara look around at the ravens.

[sweetspiderlily]

☾‧˚༺ —𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒔; 𝑲𝒐𝒌𝒖𝒅𝒐𝒖

[FULL CREDITS TO THE ARTIST. THIS IS NOT MY ART!]

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

Content. .┊slow burn, kokushibo and douma hug like in the fanart above lol, Mention of Demons eating/killing humans, humor, fluff, kokushibo and Douma baking human food [cinnamon rolle]

Pairing. .┊Kokushibo x Douma

Word count. .┊2.0k

Note. .┊idc how small the fandom is. Where are the kokudou shippers? 👀 also, not 100% proofread.

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"It's.. colder these days." Kokushibo said to himself after his usual trianing session. The physical heat of his body subsided after doing a breath form and having him feel the cold air around him. Kokushibo then looked up at the sky, seeing how cloudy the night sky looked and only having the full moons light shining in the sky. Kokushibo put his sword in the Scabbard around his hips and fixed his kimono, covering his bare upper body again.

Kokushibo went over to his porch and sat down. During this time, he'd meditate after trianing, something he's done without fail. However lately Meditation has been hard for him, especially when his mind isn't focused and has recently been having his lover on his mind for longer than kokushibo would like. Douma wasn't exactly kokushibo's plan to start having a more intimate relationship outside of being upper ranks and having a few tasks by Muzan.

Find the blue spider lily, killing as many demon slayers as possible, and find and kill Tanjiro and Nezuko kamado. Kokushibo always had a focused attitude and took his word seriously, but when he would be done, he'd find himself dragged back to Douma's temple and engaging in Douma's hobbies. Dancing was first, which made them physically closer, kokushibo wasn't a touchy person until Douma would always want to dance with him.

The water pipe was a striaght up no, but kokushibo didn't mind being around Douma when he smoked, though he caught himself like the second hands effects of it. Then, instead of sake, since demons can't consume foods and drinks, humans can, Douma always manged to get his hands on some Marechi, which is a rare blood type in humans that makes demons intoxicated and Douma would always invite kokushibo to have some, even if kokushibo couldn't come most nights.

Recently, kokushibo has not seen Douma in two months due to his strict role as upper one and someone closely working with muzan. Kokushibo tried to meditate, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths to clear his mind, but he had been neglecting his own desires too much that the images of Douma's face, the smile he'd give kokushibo would vividly appear. Kokushibo kept trying but eventually gave up, letting out a heavy sigh.

Kokushibo made his way the Nakime. Transporting himself would be faster, even if Muzan would find out, and Nakime made that very clear, but kokushibo would have to explain himself to Muzan the next time they meet. "Very well. By the way, tell Douma to stop sending me invites for some Marechi. I'd like to hold my food down when I'm not around him." She said before playing a cord on her her biwa and transported Kokushibo to Douma's temple.

Kokushibo looked up at the stairs, seeing the pathway candle lights around the temple. Around this time at night, Douma's religious followers would be in their beds, and anyone can walk in the temple. Once kokushibo made it up the steps, he heard that familiar voice in the distance. "You haven't visited me in 2 months." Douma's voice was in the distance inside the slightly darkened temple.

Kokushibo then felt a large hand on his shoulder and feeling the slight dig of his long, sharp purple nails, Unfazed from Douma approaching kokushibo from behind. "I was starting to think you must've grown bored of me." Douma teased, walking around kokushibo to facing him and cup his cheek to make kokushibo look at him. Kokushibo looked down slightly, noticing Douma's long, silver hair is all braided in one.

"If I was displeased with you, I would have not shown up here," Kokushibo said, closing one of his eyes as Douma's thumb rubbed over it. "Fair enough, so you finally had the time to come see me without master Muzan needing your attendance, correct?" Douma grinned, knowing the answer even if kokushibo didn't say anything. Douma moved his hand from kokushibo's face and wrapped his arms around kokushibo's neck.

"Whatever it is, it's good to know you haven't grown bored of me." Douma said, closing his eyes as he embraced kokushibo. After a minute, kokushibo looked at Douma, or rather, his long, sliver hair, and then wrapped his arm around Douma's waist, pulling him closer. They stood outside the temple like that for a few seconds before kokushibo broke the silence. "...You're overheating." He said.

"Am I? I suppose it's because I've had the oven on for an hour now." Douma said, pulling away. "Why?" Kokushibo asked, placing his hand on Douma's cheek, then his neck to feel how much warmer he is. "I've been inspired to bake something." Douma said, taking kokushibo's hand and leading him inside the temple.

"I was hungry and visited a small village before coming back to the temple. Before I slaughtered and ate the humans there, I saw a lot of them heading to a spastic home." He explained, guiding kokushibo through the temple halls and to the kitchen. "It was a home bakery. I went inside and was amazed at how the desserts looked, and I felt like trying to make it myself." He said, arriving back into his kitchen with kokushibo.

"However, the humans noticed I wasn't human and began to panic, but the baker man said I could have one or even all his cookbooks if I didn't hurt him and his family. I just needed one since it said cinnamon rolls. So I let the baker man and his family escape but had a big meal afterward from the humans that tried to get away. Wasn't it nice of him to offer one of his cookbooks to me? I know these cinnamon rolls will turn out great." Douma smiled and went to take the covered bowl off the stove. Douma has the oven on to keep the cinnamon roll dough in a warm place.

Once Douma was done explaining his reasoning for having the interest in baking something tonight, kokushibo nodded. "Sometimes... when you speak, I'm unprepared if it's something bright, idiotic, or demented." Kokushibo said, coming in the warm kitchen and standing next to douma as he put the bowl down on the table. Douma chuckled. "Likewise, but it's either you're very serious or you look like a shocked cat when you're told you're wrong at something." Douma said, getting an extra apron and coming towards kokushibo.

"Why.." kokushibo said as douma tucked his hands underneath kokushibo's long black hair to tie the top part of the apron around the back of his neck. "To make sure your kimono doesn't get dirty." Douma said, now going behind kokushibo and tying at the back around his waist. "I didn't say I'd participate. Besides, we can't eat cinnamon rolls. We'll know it up." Kokushibo said, a logical fact about demons since they can't consume human goods.

"Yeah, but I'd be fun to just make it. Besides, you came to see me, so now you're going to participate." Douma said as he began to braid kokushibo's hair back into one and use a hair tie to tie it at the bottom so it didn't come out. Didn't fight it. He sighed and looked at the covered bowl. "Okay, what are you doing now?" Kokushibo asked and watched douma take off the kitchen towel off the bowl, uncovering the smooth, rounded raised dough in the bowl.

Kokushibo's eyes narrowed, curious at how big the dough it and decided to poke it. When he did, his eyes widened as he watched the air deflate from the dough like a balloon. "Good job, you broke it." Douma sarcastically said, but kokushibo turned to Douma, a surprised look in his widen eyes that made douma chuckled. "I'm kidding. Look here." Douma said and turning to get the cook book where he left it last.

Douma set it up in front of them with the correct page open. "It says once the dough is done rising, we had to release the air from the dough." Douma said and chuckled, finding kokushibo's reaction funny. "... just read what needs to be done next." He shook his head, putting his habd over Douma's face and pushing him away, clearly a bit embarrassed he fell for another one of Douma's antics. "Here, you roll the dough." Douma said, giving kokushibo the rolling pin while dough got flour and sprinkled some on the table.

Kokushibo leaned down at the book and read how you need some flour on the table to roll out the dough since the dough can be sticky. "Disgusting." kokushibo said after reading the dough might be sticky and watching how douma turned over the bowl, making the dough fall on the flour coated table. "The sensation of it possibly being sticky does not aound fun at all." He said.

Douma raised brow at kokushibo's discomfort and turned to him with a grin. "You've killed many humans, eaten them, and have even punched right through a human, and you're worried about sticky dough? I never knew what a big baby you could be." Douma laughed at kokushibo, and in return, kokushibo flicked some flour Douma's face, getting some on his face.

The baking process felt long, especially following every step, but kokushibo and Douma found it enjoyable with each other's company. "Whenever you have an interest and involve me... it's nice." Kokushibo simply said, not looking at Douma's eyes or eles he knew he'd start to blush, and he'd never hear the end of it. Douma smiled and rested his head on kokushibo's shoulder. "Me too, i really like when you're here with me." Douma said.

After another hour of rolling out the dough, spreading the filling on the dough and rolling it into a spiral, and baking it, the cinnamon rolls were finally done. Kokushibo and douma hovered over the baking tray and smelled the cinnamon rolls. "These smell so good, don't they?" Douma said. "To not make it go to waste, I'll give them to my followers." He chuckled.

Kokushibo nodded as he stared at the cinnamon rolls for a moment. "What's wrong?" Douma asked, and kokushibo pointed at the rolls. "These cinnamon rolls... they remind me of upper 5." Kokushibo said. "What? Gyokko? Why?." Douma asked, slight laughter as he spoke and a bit baffled at kokushibo's comparison.

Kokushibo sharpened his nails to cut into the batch of cinnamon rolls and took one out. He began to unravel it and showed Douma how the unraveled cinnamon roll looked. "I had a feeling if you unravel it, it looks like gyokkos tail when he comes out of his pot." He said, and Douma immediately burst out laughing. Douma laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach with one hand and even had tears in his eyes.

"Why are you laughing? I'm serious, gyokkos lower half looks like an unraveled cinnamon roll. Kokushibo said, and Douma laughed harder, waving his hand to beg Kokushibo to stop explaining any further before he stopped breathing. "You're funny without even realizing it." Douma calmed himself down and whiped a tear away. "I can see it now that you explained, but it was so odd that I couldn't help but laugh." He said.

"Well, I'm satisfied you understand my joke." Kokushibo said and looked away. He actually didn't mean to joke but share his honest opinion on how the cinnamon rolls looked, but he felt good he got to make Douma have a good laugh. "Thanks for doing this with me." Douma said and covered the cinnamon rolls and placed them to the side for his followers to eat tomorrow. "I should get going. The sun will rise in an hour." Kokushibo said, looking outside.

Before Kokushibo could turn around and walk out, Douma sped towards him and gave Kokushibo a tight hug. Kokushibo hugged Douma back, and they held each other tightly. Although Kokushibo hasn't admitted it, he did have fun and satisfied he got to see douma again. When they let go, Douma placed his forhead on kokushibo's, looking into 2 pairs of his eyes.

"You should come over tomorrow night, and We could make this again, but using human intestines, roll it up like we did the cinnamon rolls. It takes less time since we don't cook human flesh." Douma chuckled and gave Kokushibo a soft kiss before he had to go. Kokushibo thought for a moment and kissed Douma back.

"Very well... I'll return tomorrow."

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

The coffee theory doesn't make sense. It would completely rewrite Aziraphale as a character, and the theory itself has a few holes. One of Aziraphales many many character traits is that he is extremely selfless. And we see that in s2... multiple times. I'm going to touch back on this, but I have to back track a second.

We have established that the Coffee theory (TCT) makes no sense when diving deep into the show (I said I will hit on Aziraphale being the way he is again, but like I have to explain first WHY the coffee theory isn't plausible). We see Aziraphale and Crowley through the past more this season, and in every single flashback, one thing stands. Aziraphale is always looking lovingly at Crowley. Creation of space? "Oh, look at you, you're gorgeous." *Aziraphale turns his head, Crowley isn't speaking about him but rather the nebulae and galaxies, Aziraphale looks dejected*

I'm not gonna continue to list it fully, but Az and Crowley during the Job scene (the faces Az makes at Crowley. Michael Sheen is blessed with the ability to tell a story with his facial features. This gives us the blessing of knowing what Aziraphale is feeling/thinking a good 85% of the time). Scotland, anyone?? Did you see Aziraphales face after Crowley drank the poison? 1941 west end scene. HE LITERALLY STUTTERS OVER FRIEND??? We, as a Fandom, have established that at the latest, that's when Aziraphale fell in love. So, seeing the multitude of reasons Aziraphale has to not leave Crowley...why did he?

This is where people will plug in TCT because people hate to see Aziraphale turn his back on Crowley. But is he really turning his back on Crowley...or is he saving him?Multiple times through this season, we are told about "extreme sanctions" and how that means literally being erased from the book of life. Crowley even believed it was a joke! In ep6, as The Roach shows up (idc how formal I'm making this seem/sound, it's Metatron. He deserves nothing in life) and essentially shuts down Michael's and the other archangels' attempts at removing Az from TBOL. The Roach then offers Gabriels old title blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda big kiss scene big angst and boom, Aziraphale left for Heaven.

Within the time that Aziraphale is speaking to The Roach, he has to realize that this is literally the only option. What do I mean by "the only option" you may ask? Well, my dear little good omens obsessed friend, it means that it was either take the job in Heaven, or be written out of TBOL. Crowley being there was just a bonus. Aziraphale saw the job as his only way to protect Crowley. His Crowley, who had risked their life so much, that it now made the demon happy to save the angel. Aziraphale was being truthful when he was speaking about how he(they) could change things in Heaven. He genuinely saw it as an opportunity to fix what he saw, but he also saw it as a way to protect his demon.

Now we've tapped back into why Aziraphale is so selfless. If this is true, of any semblance, Aziraphale gave up everything, his books/bookstore, his life on earth, and his dearest friend/the love of his life. He gave up the joyous experience at life with Crowley at his side. (but if my theory is true...Aziraphale and Crowley would have never had that. They'd both be erased) Not to mention, Aziraphale can also keep an eye on Crowley even while in Heaven using the globe thingy and Muriel.

But Adi! How does this work! How does TCT branch of into this (monstrosity)???

Great question.

The Roach goes into GMCOGMD to buy a coffee and speaks to Nina about choices. This obviously means something. (Cmon, the coffee represents life, death is well...death) Rat  then proceeds to enter the bookshop at just the right time to keep Aziraphale from being erased. He gives Aziraphale the coffee and yadda yadda yadda. You know what happens. TCT theorizes that the Coffee was miracled to make Aziraphale come.

I disagree.

I believe that the Coffee was simply used to warm Aziraphale up to the idea of The Rat showing up. Think of the coffee as like one glass of wine, it takes the edge off. The rest was allllll Aziraphale. He, like I said, realizes that this is really the only option, and knows he can save Crowley like this. Remember how I said that Michael Sheen was blessed with the ability to control his face extremely well? Yeah, take a look at the worry that's masked by joy when telling Crowley about the job. (That time it's his eyebrows) Take a look at how when he and Crowley kiss, he is fighting 94 different emotions. Take a look at how hurt he is when saying the words "I forgive you." And finally,

TAKE. A. MASSIVE. LOOK. AT. THE. END. CREDITS.

What does Aziraphale's smile look like? Exactly, he smiles using everything in/on his face. Includes his eyes. Aziraphale smiles with his eyes when he is truly happy. During the end credits, Aziraphale is fake smiling. Now TCT would have that smile as him under the influence of the coffee.

I again, disagree.

I think that's more so a "let's get this done with" smile. He's not excited about this. He's leaving his whole life behind him, and he has broke his dearest friends heart. If he ever is to return...what would he get from the demon???  Anywho I think it's more so a "get this done to save him" smile.

ITS BAD I WAS LIKE SUPER DELULU WHEN I WROTE IT BYE

I understood none of that because I have no context but I agree with whatever you day

[vigilanteshtagain]

JJK HEADCANONS: CHRISTMAS EDITION

This is way too long but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.

GOJO: Okay, he takes Christmas VERY seriously. He's the type of person who will go out and beyond to have the best decorated house on his street. The one with the most lights and decorations? Yeah that's Gojo's house.

Is it because his birthday is in december? Is it because his self proclaimed son was born three days before Christmas? Is it because he killed his best friend on Christmas day and he has to cover up the void with something uplifting? WHO KNOWS.

But there are two things this man does very well on said holiday:

- He arrives LATE to the party. This man CANNOT arrive on time to save his life, he will do everything he's not supposed to do right before leaving for Jujutsu Tech's Christmas dinner (Idc if it exists or not, it exists in MY head). He'll be like "oh, that window is really dirty, I should clean it NOW", "hm I haven't seen that one shirt I used for Christmas last year, I need to find it now, my life depends on it", "Suguru and I used ugly matching sweaters on Christmas of 2007, maybe I should wear it again but where did I put it? (he finds it and cries for an hour)". And when he DOES arrive, everyone will stare at him like he's the Grinch.

- He LOVES opening gifts. Nothing much can be said, he's definitely the type to make everyone meet at the living room to make them open the gifts. Number one fan of gift opening.

NANAMI: (God knows I cried writing this after last week's episode) I had to think hard about this one, mostly because I don't see him as someone who celebrates Christmas in a big way, probably he just buys a pretty expensive bread or a Charcuterie board and calls it a day. HOWEVER, if he plans to celebrate it one day, for once in his life, it would be orchestrated by none other than Yuji, because and I quote "Nanami shouldn't be spending such a happy day alone :(" And so he invites the first years and Gojo (and Ijichi) to celebrate Christmas at his house.

- He's the one responsible for Christmas dinner. He'll cook the turkey, he'll buy the best wine he can find (and non alcoholic sparkling apple cider because he has minors over), he'll bake the most delicious dessert you'll ever try in your life. And while the Turkey is baking, he will set up the table for everyone invited, with assigned seats (Yuji to his left, Gojo to his right). And of course he has to leave an empty chair at the table for Haibara, because he might not be there physically, but Nanami will always have a space in his life for him. (Jesus please someone tell me to SHUT THE FUCK UP)

NOBARA: (Yes, I'm adding salt to the wound) She either LOVES Christmas or she's pretty chill about it. But she loves a gold old Christmas dinner party, there's no force on this earth that will stop her from attending. And this leads me to my main point, she is pretty eager for everyone to open the gifts she gave them, why? Well

- She considers that the most important day in December is Gift Shopping Day-mas, yes she has a name for it. She will walk for HOURS from store to store trying to find the perfect gifts for her friends, no matter how much she will end up spending that day. "An expensive hoodie and a pair of sneakers for Yuji, a special limited edition of Megumi's favorite book, a wrist watch for Gojo, no that's too plain, maybe a shirt. Or an expensive colgone, or-". She'll go out and beyond for the gifts she'll give.

YUJI: This came very easy to me, as he is one of the most excited for Christmas, only second to Gojo. You know him, Itadori is the most energetic and good hearted person in Jujutsu Tech, to say he hates Christmas is a nasty lie because:

- There is not a single activity in this earth that compares to decorating for Christmas. He'll spend entire days trying to fix the Christmas lights on the rooftop in a symmetrical way, making sure every snowman is in place and every single one of the has to have a different face (just for shits and giggles).

- He is the designated Christmas lights Detangler™. And he takes his job seriously, spending hours trying to figure out the knots on the cables and the best way to detangle them without damaging the wires. It's an impressive job, even he admits it came natural to him when he was a kid, and he has done it ever since.

MEGUMI: He has never been one to get particularly excited for Christmas as he has never celebrated it in a proper way, nor he is interested in doing so. HOWEVER, he remembers two specific Christmas that have a special place in his heart. The first time he and Tsumiki saved enough money to buy a cake on Christmas day, Tsumiki said that it was to have a double celebration, as his birthday and Christmas day are only three days apart. The second time was the first Christmas he spent with Gojo, because that man went out and about to make this the best Christmas of their entire life. Food, gingerbread houses, hot chocolate, putting up the tree and decorating the whole house, allowing them to DIY their own Christmas tree ornaments (Which Gojo still has and still uses them in his Christmas tree to this day). But there is an activity I see him engaging without complaining:

- Gift wrapping. Now, I don't know if this really is a Christmas activity but in my personal experience it is and its a very nice activity I keep close to my heart. So once he has done all his Christmas shopping, he will lock himself in his bedroom and sit on the cold floor just to wrap up the well thought gifts he bought for everyone, yes including Gojo. He'll buy different gift wrap papers for the sake of knowing which gift is which, not because he chooses the paper according to the person's taste, not at all. He has to wrap them up perfectly smooth, no creases or rough edges because hes a perfectionist.

The only reason i didn't include Geto in this was because i could NOT think about something Christmas-y for him. Also becasue he was killed on Christmas day so there was not much he could be doing. I'm so sorry i swear I like him.

ALSO, I will be writing a spanish version of this post with a little twist because God knows Christmas in a Hispanic household hits different. And it's also a way for me to know how many people will enjoy/interact with that post since i dont see any spanish content of JJK on Tumblr, I see it mostly on TikTok but I don't have the time to manage two accounts on different platforms so.

[jennrypan]

I wonder what will you write about johnny cage backstory

Lol nothing cuz I'm lazy <3

But if I wasn't.

Maybe I'd explain how his dad was a neglectful ass who picked favorites and only paid attention to Johnny when his mom made him or whenever Johnny would try and get his attention by doing some cool trick (which ended up hurting himself a lot) or Johnny lied to get his attention (always backfired cuz his brothers a snitch)

His brother was a snot nosed spoiled brat, he could do no wrong in his parents eyes and got everything he wanted (even if some of what he wanted originally belonged to Johnny) "He's your little brother, Johnny. Learn to share." He was great at school while Johnny took a little longer and he had trouble focusing cuz Johnny was the class clown (cuz that's the only way people pay attention to him :)) ) there was a LOT of "Why can't you be like your brother?" Thrown in Johnny's face too :)) especially by his dad.

His mom wasn't a terrible mother, she loved Johnny but she was always away on duty so she wasn't really around to fix her husband's behavior and she never really questioned it but she always paid attention to Johnny :)) Johnny always wanted to be an actor and he'd preform little plays in front of her and she always gave him a standing ovation (til she died in a line of duty--- I'm sorry-- he was 16 :)) he was devastated)

He would've gotten an acting scholarship ?? (Do those exist?? Fuck it in MK they do idc or he had a major opportunity in general with some acting studio) but his dad guilt tripped him into staying cuz his brother isn't moving super far and why would he wanna leave his mother's home town?? But at like 18 Johnny said fuck this and fuck you and booked it.

He was couch serving for a WHILE, taking little acting gigs, preforming in little plays- sometimes not even getting paid just doing it for fun..and then he started getting noticed and low and behold that opportunity he thought he missed out on?? Called him back and he was IN!!

Of course when he started getting famous his father and brother called to try and get in touch and he sent them an envelope with nothing but a picture of him holding up his middle finger in true Johnny fashion ofcofc

(He doesn't talk about his childhood a lot besides little jokes here and there that sound depressing to everyone else but him--)

...Turns out I wasn't that lazy lol! Here!

[unreadpoppy]

song as old as rhyme - chapter 10

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

chapter 9

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Taglist: @littlemoondarling @desenhosdebolso @shyminnie07

A/N: I'm back babeeeeey. Also, this might be a bit OOC but idc about that anymore (edit: divider by @inklore)

Raphael was slipping in and out of consciousness. From time to time, he’d listen to hushed voices and a warm hand would touch his forehead, then he’d feel salves being placed in his chest. Sometimes he’d hear a feminine voice humming a song,but when he finally woke up, he was met with Haarlep’s face.  

He only had a vague memory of what had happened. He remembered the dinner. He was in the middle of an important negotiation when the girl had burst through the door, accusing the elf of poisoning. 

After that, Raphael only had flashes of what happened. He could remember the feeling of his throat closing. Someone had held his head and made him drink the worst thing he ever drank. He remembered Haarlep taking him to his room. According to the incubus, he had been asleep for three days, and afterwards, they gave him a brief explanation of what had happened. 

But Raphael did not have the full picture and so, he started questioning everyone. 

Now, he had summoned Korilla to give her testimony. 

“She asked me if I had served the wine, sir.” She replied. “She took a sniff of it and then ran away. When the others and I arrived, you were on the floor and she was retrieving some coal from the fireplace.” 

Raphael put a hand on his face, analyzing her words. “And you just let her shove some coal down my throat?”

“What was I to do, master? She was the only one who knew what to do.” Korilla explained. 

“And what if the coal had made things worse, huh? What if they were acting together, conspiring to bring me down?” He said in an accusatory tone.

Korilla raised an eyebrow. This was ridiculous. 

“Master, I’ve been scrying on this girl for a long time. She would not have done such a thing.” The dwarf rationalized.

Every time Raphael suffered an attempt on his life, he would become suspicious of everyone, believing even those closest to him were ready to stab him in the back. This behavior had only gotten worse after what Tav and their party did to him, a few years back. “Besides, if anything, you should question her, and not the rest of us.” And with that, Korilla left, leaving the devil to his thoughts. 

The next person he spoke to was Mol. She didn’t add much to the conversation except for one part. 

The tiefling had been talking about what happened after Raphael coughed up the coal. “She would bark orders at us and barely let anyone near you.” Mol complained. “The only reason I obeyed was because she made sure you would be safe.” 

Raphael raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean she wouldn’t let anyone near me?”

“Didn’t you see? She was the one who took care of you the whole time.” 

“What?”

“Yeah, she told us to bring some plants and herbs, said they had healing properties. Maybe that’s why you healed up so fast.”

Raphael quickly told Mol to go back to her things, allowing him some privacy to think.

Truly, he was confused. How would this girl know all of these and why would she do all this work to make sure he lived? It did not make sense. Raphael sighed. He would have to ask her directly. 

……..

A week had passed since the incident had happened and Elize had continued with her duties as normal. She had been able to get her glasses fixed thanks to Korilla and lately, she had started to play Lanceboard with Mol, with the tiefling girl winning almost every time. 

In truth, she found it weird that things seemed to have moved on without a question to what had happened. ‘Maybe this type of thing is normal around here’ she thought.

It was during one of these occasions that Korilla approached them, turning to Elize and simply saying “The master wants to see you.” 

Elize sighed. “I guess this is the end of our game for now.” She said. “Will we continue later, Mol?” 

“Of course, so I can beat you again!” The girl replied and Elize chuckled at that. She got up and headed towards Raphael’s room. 

She knocked on the door and waited until the master called her in. When she entered, he was sitting on a chair, face unreadable. 

“Master.” Elize said, bowing her head. She stood a few feet away from him. 

“I have spoken with every other member of this house, to understand the events that have occurred.” Raphael paused for a moment. “What I have yet to understand is why.”

Elize brows furrowed. “I don’t understand what you are saying.”

He got up from his chair and began explaining. “Tell me, Elize, how does a poor girl from the middle of nowhere know how to identify a poison and properly treat it?” Raphael asked. “How would she know that, hum? Because to me, it appears as if you knew beforehand what would happen.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Why wouldn’t you conspire against me? You had been given the opportunity to get rid of me and return to your mundane life and you took it.” Raphael, at this point, seemed to be talking more to himself than to the girl before him. “If I were in a similar situation, I would have done the same. What I don’t understand is why would you try to save me.” 

“Sir, if I could please-” 

He ignored her, slowly walking towards her.  “If you were trying to kill me, why would you change your head afterwards? Was it to gain my trust, to get rid of your fellow conspirator and when the time came, betray me?!” Raphael shouted in her face. 

Before he could continue this madness, Elize spoke up. “I knew the poison because my mother taught me!” 

“What?” That seemed to get him out of whatever theory he had created. 

Elize breathed deeply. “My mother, before she had me, was a druid. She was well versed in the treatment of poisons, especially those that came from deadly plants.” She began explaining. “When I was young, she taught me about them, how to identify and treat them.” Elize started to walk away from him. “Devil’s bane is a deadly plant, and it works particularly well against those of fiendish nature. Even tieflings could be seriously hurt by its consumption.”

She analyzed his face, his brows furrowed. Elize continued. “This plant is also unnoticeable to its very victims. My mother once told me a story of how an ancient wizard had put a spell on these plants, making sure that no devil or demon would be able to notice what it was until it was too late.” 

“Is that why the wine seemed to have no taste or smell?” Raphael asked. He remembered mentioning that detail to his guest, who had brushed it off as being a quality of the drink. Now he knew his true intentions. He knew of this poison but he was unaware of that property. 

Elize nodded. “Devil’s bane has a very particular smell. Because of my mother’s teachings, I was able to get there in time.”

Raphael nodded in understanding. Elize sighed relieved. “Still, however, that does not explain why you helped me.” He said. 

“Why wouldn’t I save you?” 

“Because, as I said before, if I died, you would be free. Wouldn’t it be much simpler to let me perish?”

Elize shrugged. “Perhaps, or perhaps not. You may technically be the reason why I’m in this predicament but I chose to be here, to make sure my father was safe. From how I see it, this deal of ours is the only reason he still has his life and I’d rather not put that in jeopardy.”

“But-” Before he could continue, Elize interrupted him. 

“Look, sir, I do not know what else I can tell you. Sometimes we do things because it’s the right thing to do, regardless of the other person.” She said in a tired tone “I did not care that you’re the devil who separated me from the only family I have, all I cared was that you were in danger. Try to villainize my actions all you want, I am telling you right now that there were no interior reasons. I did what I had to do and I would do it again.” She paused. “Now, please, may I go back to my duties?” 

He didn’t reply verbally, only waving his hand, signaling she could leave. 

Moments after Elize left the room, Haarlep walked in. 

“Mortals intrigue me sometimes.” Raphael said, barely acknowledging the incubus. “One moment, they are at each other's throats, killing for things as small as a loaf of bread. In the other, they would be willing to save a devil like myself.” 

“Is this about the girl?” Haarlep asked. 

He nodded. “I can understand why Korilla, Mol or even you would do that. You all are loyal and bound to me in some ways, but she…” He didn’t finish the sentence. 

“Did she explain herself?”

“Indeed, and I find it hard to believe that it was all altruism.” Raphael once again sat on his chair, putting his hand over his mouth in thought. He didn’t even question why she would also do the work to bring him back to health, so that would have to come up later. Could someone really save him just because he was in danger? Could there truly be no other reason? 

Both Korilla and Mol had contracts with him. If they saved him, it would be to keep their benefits, he doubted it would have been because of affection. Haarlep was bound to him, and they would have nowhere else to go should Raphael die. Elize, however, would benefit greatly from his death. 

And yet…

“Regardless of her intentions, you should reward her.” The incubus spoke. “Show how great of a master you are.”

“Hum…and what do you suggest?” 

“Well, she has been sleeping on the floor this whole time. Maybe…you could give her a room to sleep in.” Haarlep said, hoping to help his friend. 

Raphael, in all honesty, was not aware of this fact. He had been away from the House of Hope for most days and with how much Elize would avoid him, he hadn’t noticed her sleeping anywhere. 

“I will see that it’s done.” Raphael finally spoke. “Now, get on the bed.” He said to Haarlep.

[jonas-ct]

Finally making a summary of my naruto AU (mostly repeating what I said to a friend when it was still just barely a concept lol)

(please don't mind any mistype, i barely reread myself)

So, just a little backstory on the why: I was playing a naruto game (naruto x boruto ninja voltage, rip, it was a peak game, no joke, all the anime games I play end up terminating the next year, I might be cursed)

And in it you can have teams of 4 ninjas and my main team (really just the team with my best ninjas) was composed of:

(old screenshot)

And i thought it was hilarious (my first thought was smt like "lol Boruto is having the weirdest day of his life")

Now, I had started by designing Rin, and i hadn't even decided when in time they would all get sent to, so I told myself that they would probably need to be undercover, and to avoid any suspicion because of her face marks i decided that she would wear a kakashi-style mask and that she would pose as a guy (and Boruto would pose as a girl, i should have realised I'd end up making the kids trans, but i am an idiot so i didn't)

Now, for the name changes (that they use to be undercover, except Rin who uses it as his new name as a boy): they came after i decided for them to get transported to a time barely before Rin's canon death

Rinne: mainly for rebirth, reincarnation, I thought it was a very dramatic name for a trans person and was very close to "Rin" in pronounciation, then i realised it was already used in canon for the rinnegan and said fuck it i'm keeping it anyway

Boruto: no name change, that's mainly because I didn't feel the need to give her a new name, but also because I believe that even after transitioning she would like to have an attachment to the life she lost when time traveling and decided to make her keep her birth name, I'm also a sucker for trans characters who keep their birth name.

Tobi: I had no inspiration ngl, he already has a perfect alias like i like them to be, close to his old name without being too on the nose

Mada: I messed up and made it too on the nose, but i had to somehow change his name because no matter the time period, being called Madara Uchiha will make heads turn, (exact words i said to my friend: "because of the fact that Madara is kind of the ultimate villain name to give your kid in the narutoverse post his first death")

Rough explanation of the horribly thought timeline now (please keep in mind the designs i gave them are supposed to be from a few months after the time displacement):

I haven't thought of a reason why they got time displaced, because I am extremely lazy

Tobi and Mada were displaced a bit before the kids, being both aware of Zetsu's plan Tobi didn't too much of a hard time to force Mada to fix the stuff he messed up in preparation for his eye moon plan, they decide that they'll start by not letting Rin die and killing the Madara and Zetsu of that timeline

They split up: Tobi is in charge of killing the supervillains, Mada is in charge of making sure Kakashi doesn't kill Rin and that Obito isn't conscious in case he fails

So he puts young Obito under a genjutsu, kill the white zetsu around him, carry him on his back and continue in team minato's direction, but when Rin's death is very close to happening, he feel Isobu's chakra at another place, so he hesitates and Kakashi successfully (if we want to call that a success) kills Rin, Mada opts to kill their enemy nins so that at least Kakashi is vaguely safe and then turns around to go tame the tame beast (I decided that if one eye of a pair awakens mangekyou then both eyes do cuz it's easier that way for me idc)

When he arrives he does not see Isobu but Rin (Rinne) in a full on rampage, with a panicked blonde kid (Boruto) running away from her, he chooses to force the beast into submission thanks to his super awesome sharingans and bring the three kids with him to the cave where Tobi destroyed Madara and Zetsu, well he brings Obito and Rinne but Boruto tags along because she's really confused as to where she is

In the cave, Tobi fixes up the seal on Rinne as well as he can(bro saw a lot of seals when he was actively killing jinchurikis, so he's on temporary seal fixing duty)

Tobi, Mada, Rinne and Boruto manage to figure out they're all time-displaced (or more like dimension-displaced but whatever), thanks to Tobi intelligently asking Boruto if she's a fucked up Naruto and her telling him that no, her dad is fucked up Naruto

When young Obito wakes up, Tobi and Mada decide to just make things up so that they have a cover story that young Obito, the yapper that he is, will spread for them:

-Tobi and Mada are traveling nin, they are cousins who didn't grow up in Konoha because they were born from the encounters between beautiful civilian women and handsome Uchihas on a mission far from home

-Boruto is Tobi's student, she doesn't have her family anymore

-They were on their way to Konoha to ask for a place in the village when they saw Kakashi stab Rin with his chidori, recognising the Konoha symbol on their forehead protectors they and decided to help them

-Kakashi passed out, they killed the enemy nins, healed Rin like they could (Kakashi's chidori "barely missed her heart") and tried to fix her seal

-Sensing more shinobis arriving they decided to leave with Rin because "they panicked"

-They found Obito passed out on their way to a cave to be safe for the night and took him too

-Obito woke up once already and shared Madara's mad plan with them all but he doesn't remember and they're not surprised because "he looked out of it and if they hadn't fought Madara and Zetsu when arriving at the cave then they would have thought he was making things up"

-Tobi and Mada then decided to fix what Madara did already and that they would come back to Konoha once they had done all they needed

Coming back to the truth, Tobi decides that it should be better for Obito to have someone help him get used to his alien-hashirama-plant limbs, and tracks down Tsunade and manages to get her to help Obito with the promise of no blood even being seen

My exact words: "Then they went to fix Madara's problems and came back later with Rinne and Boruto having started their transitions", I can't be bothered to think about how they fixed stuff up so yeah lol, timeskip on my side, now they look like the designs i shared

(to note: Rinne loses in chakra control because of the added tailed beast chakra, he kind of loses his mind because he can't be a great healer like he dreamed of and Mada ends up kinda feeling bad since it's technically his fault and teaches up insane taijutsu

Young Obito becomes the healer of team minato because Tsunade was going insane at his lack of medical knowlegde)

They get Tsunade to agree to come back to Konoha, for Obito, and also so that they go from "potential threat" to "people who helped save a young konoha shinobi who was thought dead", when Rinne gets recognised as Rin from team minato, they get bumped up to "people who helped save two young konoha shinobis who were thought dead"

Because I'm a sucker for "nothing ever goes wrong and everybody is happy" stories, they all (not Mada, because he doesn't want to) get integrated into the Konoha ranks, first as chunin because i play favourites, and Tobi takes the jonin test very quickly and takes over as team minato's new replacement leader (because Minato is very busy being hokage now and having a pregnant Kushina at home)

Boruto becomes somewhat friends with Kushina, helping her with her pregnancy, because she remembers some tricks from when she was young and her mother was expecting her sister

Mada ends up taking Rinne and Kakashi under his wing and, my exact words:

"he did such a better job at being a parental figure to Kakashi than he did to Tobi that Tobi makes him regret it by constantly being an ass"

"I loved the idea of young Kakashi seeing a man with tied down grey hair and mistaking him for his dead dad and apologising very badly and Mada just turning towards Tobi and being like 'Im gonna adopt this kid' and Tobi having flashbacks from when he was the same age and he had to live in a cave with Madara, and he was litteraly the worst parental figure on earth so he goes 'No you won't' and Mada still does cuz nobody can stop mada"

I haven't added anything to the main story of this au, I still have some silly little scenes I want to badly draw so I didn't include them here, but they don't add anything very interesting they're mainly just passing thoughts

Anyway, here's two drawings that aren't part of my au's story but that are set in similar universe, if that makes sense? (i don't think ive posted them already)

( the second one happened when i got bored and wanted to try to draw in a shojo style)

[roxyzwritez]

REWATCHING SU:F

this will be a chain of self reblogs as i go through each episode of the.. unfortunate part of steven universe.

------EP 1------

the way peridot goes

steven universe futureee~

gives me serotonin.

2. the connie lofigirl reference made me go OH MY GOD ITS YHE REFRENCE and im here for it

3.s l u u u u u u h r p "i think YOU, should stop trying to fix everybody." hits hard

4. "AND IF I DIDN'T CARE, YOU'D STILL BE A MONSTER TOO." goes SO hard like you fucking GO king

5.okay every line from frustrated steven in that scene gives me adrenaline rushes like now i wanna beat someone up and just gurugjfigig YEAH

6."you are NOT my diamond" funny you say that, jasper. funny you say that, jasper. fragments you say that, jasper. funny you

7.the fight scene fucks so hard

-----EP 2-----

8. steven stop narrating or else fhfgbfbbt this isnt a documentary you god damn goofball i cant be that mad (not yet you gotta talk trash about rose for me to throw hands)

9. tv froze when biggs jasper flung the ferris wheel and that's the highlight of my day

10."comfortable can be good, too." based amy for the win

11. the start of stevens downward spiral: hey lets push everyone out of their comfort zone OH JEEPERS WHY IS EVERYTHING FALLING APART

11.5: DELIVERY. DELIVERY. D E L I V E R Y.

12.you should be sorry steven beach city is now on fire like california.

13. smoky quartz representation 💗💗💗

14. pink smoky quartz could beat every single villain and hero instantly. thanos? avengers? god himself? addicted

15. choose their own future, yk? choose their own future, yk? CHOOSE THEIR OWN FUTURE, YK? CH-

------EP 3------

16. oh god rose buds. ep hasnt even started and the trauma is flooding back AWAAAAYGH my poor boy steven-

17. "after everything that's happened..." I WILL FIGHT YOU AND WIN YOU WILL RESPECT YOUR GOD DAMN MOTHER YOU MOTHERFUC- *ahem* sorry. idc if future was rushed due to unfortunate uncontrollable circumstances but this still makes me furious how fucking dare y

18. greg why couldn't you just stand up for yourself. bruh got his lack of spine from smashing the diamond im sorry that's the only criticism of pink/rose i can make and not uncontrollably punch myself

19. i wanna hang out with the famethysts. forever. i wanna laze like delinquents!! holly blue get ur ass LAZING. get with the times.

20. "i cannot wait to see the look upon your face when you see their faces" the amount of trolling is a lot more than a little

21. "yes, this is the look i wished to see!" im sorry but you will die for the mistreatment of steven cutiepie forgot the rest of your long name universe he did not deserve this

22. quiet rose gave me false hope and i died. still die when i see that one

23. WHY DON'T YOU COME TO DINNER AND FIND OUT :)))))

24. "yo steve- (bass boosted vine boom)"

25. "i haven't had that many exes show up since- (bass boosted vine boom)"

26. pearl somehow having her composure is a mystery to me. i need lessons on how to not explode in that kind of situation

27. "...but thank yOU, RO- (crowdstrike update)"

28. pearl freaking out about this is making me freak out about this and i don't know what that says about me.

29. mmmMmmmMmMMMN SLUMBER PARTTy:)))))

30. "i am dead rose quartz!" thats a crit right there right to my feels

31. the squal of terror when they turn on the tape is so hilarious but also makes me scream in terror

32. yeah bro lion would get maaad.

33. motherfucking bitch ass fuck hiding the painting in the pink realm i hope you turn into a lizard and feel bad about it OH WAIT YOU DO. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR DISRESPECTING THE LORD AND SAVIOR, ROSE QUARTZ UNIVERSE. sorry just another RRRRRAAAUGH THIS IS WHY IM MAKING THE AU I HATE STEVEN UNIVERSE FUTURE FUCKING GDOD DAMN CORPORATES RUSHING WRITERS LEADING TO BAD CONTENT AAAAA

34. funny number not putting anything here

35. oh that's why ppl ship volleypearl. i forgot the SORRY TO INTERRUPT BUT "looks like someone has still got it bad..." I DONT WANNA HEAR IT FROM YOU YOU STILL GRIEVE JUST LIKE THE REST OF anyway i forgot that blushy she had at pink pearl. i understand now

36. "im older than you:3" *restrained death stare*

37. welcome pink dia- (sudden explosion)

38. pearl stop talking down to volleyball why are you so mean GGRGRR RAAAAAAAAAA its so grating. be nice to eachother. outburst imminent

39. what.did.you.say.?

40. the pink outburst. the rage. the release. its so SATISFYING. until the pearls almost get rejuvenated of course. also megapearl is 🥰🥰🥰😳😳😳😳💗💗💗💗😚😚😚😚🥰🥰

41. megapearl in that pose just. im going to turn into rose quartz. right now. iaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAQQ?&;&5525640$@)@)"78;73(2$;);96&$0)&(72)5@3495$?,'gj

42. oksy. fine. maybe volleypwarl is a valid ship (sniffles)

ok im not making this post any longr ill continue later

[literally-noone83]

A Wish to Stay this Close Forever

Justin Russo × Fem!reader

Word count: 1k ish

Warnings: None! Just fluff, essentially comfort fic after a long day.

Author's note: Sup losers. Kinda have a current fixation on wowp, and I realised it's kinda dry on tumblr fics in the wowp fandom. So I'm going to fix that. Yes this is about Justin, No idc if you don't like him, this is my blog. Have a nice day <3

The day was long and arduous. The sun hung low and the streets of Waverly place was lessened with people. Day stores were closing, some waving your way in nice greetings from a familiar face, others were just opening for the night noise.

You've walked this path more times you can count. Passing the small park you used to spend time chasing the Russo kids as a child; giggles echoe distantly. It was also emptied.

The school bag weighed on your shoulders. Heavier and heavier by the minute. Years of high school, carrying these books so many times walking with Justin and Alex. Running early in the morning rush, accidentally slept in, as did poor Justin enduring the consequences of indulging your antics and studying late at night. You walked by one of his study post cards still wedged in a bring wall from when he dropped his stack in attempt to revise on the way. It was stained and dirtied now. 

The sub station came into view, it's front door signed "closed". Pushing through the doors, you were gladly met with Thereasa cleaning, "We're closed!" her stern voice rang only to switch at your appearance, "Oh, hey sweetie." You gave her a meek smile. Your sluggish step, your wordless greeting, Theresa has known you nearly as long as she's raised her own kids, instantly she knew and awed at your tired state. She stopped mopping momentarily, "he's upstairs on the couch, preparing for his essay competition."

You pulled a thumbs up gratefully. Heading towards the twirling stairs, Max came down.

"Y/n! just the cool person I needed to talk to. I was thinking of a new sandwich name for my triple bacon, fudge-" you interrupted his ramble with a affectionate ruffle of his head, before moving up the stairs right past him.

You heard his mother explain 'she's tired, Mijo, she'll talk to you later'.

Up and up, your mind was blank. Drained of all energy from the afternoon classes you took. Today was particularly harder, and all that remained lingering in your head was the thought of resting with him.

Heavier feet sounded before you, and as you guessed it was Jerry. He was always sweet, just like Theresa, they posed as second parents to you really. And instinctively he asked, "What's going on with you kiddo? looking a bit flat." You hummed at him and he smiled sympathetically. He knew, just like his wife. And he let you pass without a fuss. "He's in the kitchen, but watch out him and Alex might be arguing."

You let out a small breathy chuckle, because of course they would be.

The door seemed so far away. Reaching it felt like touching gold, twisting the knob and pulling it open. The gust of air brushed your face, inhaling the smell of familiarity and warmth inside this apartment, this home you've visited and at times practically lived in for years.

Alex's muffled voice became clear. The snarkiness starkly interwoven in her speech, the certain type of sadistically yet playful jeer in her tone that you knew all too well, but you supposed Justin who typically lay victim knew it best.

His back was towards you. Sat on the couch with all his text books laid open, pens and highlighter all over the table top with balls of scrunched up 'failed' or 'flawed' attempts at his perfect essay on the floor. You could hear his voice but not his words, noticing the way he gestured hands at Alex as he normally did when irritated by her; arguing with a pen in his hands, dancing between narrowing his eyes at her or hunchinh over his piece of paper.

Zeroing in on his presence, a beacon of a safe haven, a long overdue surrender into comfort, your aching shoulders dropped in its true exhaustion. Slipping your bag off your back, it fell with a thud. It caught the Russos attention, only moments before.

"Well you can stop whining, your girlfriend is here." Alex said.

"What? I dont have-"

Justin could only assume Alex was either referring to Harper, Zeke or- suddenly, Justin felt hands snake around his torso firmly, gentle hands he unmistakeably knew was your's. He felt your body laid against his, leaning into his frame; face pressed into his upper back, chest against his lower as your arms after a quick squeeze loosened into a comfortable hold. Face surely smushed, hair in a disarray, your exasperated breath heated a spot on his skin.

All at once, it was like all muscle tension released. Every bad thought expelled. And ounce of strength that upkept her stature, fell away, and he could feel you slowly sink into him.

Turning his head to the side, trying to see your face, he asked "Hey when did you get here?"

You hummed, before mustering up a few words. "It's me, not zeke."

You heard Alex's giggle burst out—your reliable audience member to every Justin tease you gave.

You felt him snap his head, surely glaring towards his little sister before rolling his eyes at you.  

"Still so funny after a full day's work huh," he commented and you smiled against the felt of his plaid shirt. "Just for you," you mumbled and Alex was quick to gag in the background.

"Well you two lovebirds have fun. Enjoy your Justin Hug day, Y/n." Her teasing voice wafted away along with her clicking heels up to her room. Justin seethed at her suggestiveness, only for her to wave before the sound of her door slamming shut.

"She's insufferable."

"You don't mean that."

"Whatever..."

Letting silence prevail, you imagined he resumed his study, his dedication at work. However, his hand had glided over your arms comfortingly. Soothing you with one hand, his soft fingertips trailed up over your knuckles, intertwining fingers gently.

He whispered, "Long day?"

"Yea..." you responded just as softly.

"Mrs Thompson rowdy like before?"

"Just the usual."

He hummed.

"You ok?"

You paused, and your silence made him tilt his head to the side in worry, gently egging on your words.

"...tired." your voice grew smaller.

Justin waited for a moment. "Want to talk about it?" he asked seriously but you didn't answer. Instead he felt your face shift against his shoulder blade as you shook your head for 'no'. He knew it wasn't the time. And so he breathed out an 'ok', squeezing your hand in reassurance that it's alright, it can wait. 'You can rest'.

Situations like this with Justin happened occasionally.

Ever since you were little kids, maybe it was due to age or the fact you made a particularly closer connection to Justin first, but when you were mad, sad or scared you always gravitated to the little boy. And vice versa. There was photos Mr and Mrs Russo kept of you and Justin holding hands whenever you were in a crying fit or Justin was petrified from little things like a bug crossing the pavement.

Continued to stay attached to the hip, while childish affections like that dialed down growing up, high school was vastly different. Years of venturing their own paths while still knowing each other, some things just got a little too difficult to handle on their own. It took a few pivotal moments of breakdowns unintentionally witnessed and relationship dilemmas to evoke the necessity of simple hug. There was solace they could only find in each others company which they realised they subconsciously needed.

And so, on the days things were getting a little too overwhelming or tiresome, they sought the other out. The rest of the family caught on; Theresa thought it was adorable, reminiscent on younger days, while after overcoming the initial stage of embarrassment, Alex and Max enjoyed teasing the two about it. At the sight of a tired Justin or Y/n, they were directed to the other. Alex would frequently hush an angered Justin with a 'looks like someone needs a Y/n-huggy' or Max, when he could, would bombard the two with a thrid-wheeling cuddle. 

You indulged the two, teasingly embracing the angered Russo for a laugh, or moving to squeeze the youngest with an indulgent hug as asked. Justin was also too flushed in the face annoyed by them to do otherwise.

But on this rare occasion, they were left alone. And you thanked the wizarding Gods for it, because today... you really needed it.

On the rarest occasion, you noted, Justin's right hand never left yours. Instead of letting go and busying himself with the luxury of both hands, he held yours, settling for just one as he worked. Nonchalantly rubbing his thumb over your skin, he soothed your thoughts.

The constant action made your heart soar un-admittedly, causing you to bury your face into his shirt even more. 

He stopped his movements and small minstrations, "Do you want to go to bed? I'm going to be here for a while so-" 

"No no, please. I'll stop moving, I promise."

"Y/n, are you sure?"

"I promise," you affirmed.

Staring down at your hands that momentarily grew a little tighter in persistence, an irresistible smile slipped onto his lips. Silently glad thay you didn't want to leave him just yet.

Because he didn't want you to leave either.

[spacesaga]

New Moon Rewatch

I need a place to share my thoughts while I rewatch new moon!

Girl is so overdramatic about turning 18😭. Trust me no one feels adult at 18, you have time it’s okay

Edward is SO FINE? And for once he has the common sense telling her that her age is just fine. But also Edward can change me anytime

Idc Edward is so gentle(lack of better phrasing) to her, the things he says? Girl it’s giving me butterflies. To bad he leaves her in like 10 minutes

Edward throwing her into glass when there was a DROP of blood and making is worse is something else

OHHH so Bella saying that something is gonna separate them and the only way is to change her kinda just gives Edward the edge to leave. We know this decision has been premeditated since the accident in phoenix but this gave him a reason. I don’t like the fact he left but I understand why he did.

Edward leaving kills me, I know he did it to protect to and we all know he’s lying through his white ass teeth. But “I don’t Want you” after Bella finally feels wanted? I hate this for both parties. Edward cares deeply for Bella and doesn’t want anything to harm her and hurts himself. He leaves his own family for her pretty much. He wants her to have a normal life. But Bella, she knows she doesn’t fit with humans. She feels out of place. So finally found a world where she knows she belongs and it’s suddenly taken from her. Her depression makes a lot more sense. Edward should have been more gentle but his brain is permanently underdeveloped

Shout out to Charlie for caring for Bella so much

Yea Bella getting on the motorcycle of the dude who literally tried to ASSAULT HER?? While she was with her friend??? Dumbest decision this girl made and she’s a mom at 18

“Age is just a number baby what are you 40 now” 😭 pre werewolf Jacob <3

BELLA IS SO FINEE!!!!!

Mike is so… clueless 😭 Bella does not like your ass man

Jacob telling Bella that he loves her and will wait then immediately insulting her friend and ghosting her and she litteraly said “I don’t want you to go anywhere “ :/

Jacob saying Bella is a liar bc she kept the cullens secret when he is doing the same thing. And knowing how Eddy boy left her and leaves her in a similar way.

Bella going to a once full and beautiful meadow where her and Edward fell in love to a dead and dry place. Mirroring their relationship in a way. Then Edward appearing (seriously how does that happen) to her

I love Bella, slapping Sam just bc he was rude to her? That’s my girl.

Emily is so pretty

Just noticed the drastic difference between how Jacob and Edward dresses😭 is def bc of Alice and the era he grew up in

It’s kinda funny now Bella was so desperate to see Edward again she went cliff jumping which led to her reunion with Edward

Jacob knowing who was on the other line and not letting Bella speak to him for what? And saying that “he has a funeral to plan” letting Edward think that Bella is dead.

Edward may be trying to kill himself but DAMN he’s fine

Edward ready to end his existence just bc he thinks Bella is dead then upon seeing her just holds her and says heaven. Woo Lordy

Who did edwards makeup for the Italy scenes😭 it does not match the rest of his body. His face is super pale and his chest is tan - as I say that it get fixed in the next scene LMAOOO

AROO <3 he is an funky little man

Edward and Bella are so overdramatic as usual but they are together now they can be cringe together <3

Bella offering her life for Edward, I mean that way she gets what she wants (vampirism)

POOR CHARLIE all he wants is his daughter safe

And the scene where Edward is begging Bella for her forgiveness telling her how sorry he is and how he truly believed he did the right thing <3 I love them

ROSALIEEEEEEE ,I love her so much. She’s been hurt so much and yet she’s one of the strongest characters emotionally. She’s not mean to Bella. Bella just wants exactly what Rosalie wish she didn’t have

“Don’t make me choose, because it will be him. It will always be him” the moment she fell in love with Edward there was no other choice for her