#i need to do more bold shading like that though lol

[spectraltenkai]

"Sometimes, you want to float in space. Sometimes, you want to embrace that silence for a little while. Sometimes, you might even find yourself along the way..."

[ruershrimo]

k. nobara x fem!reader | two pretty best friends??

synopsis: nobara is nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous. you're really gay and super in love even though you think her affection toward you is merely platonic. but then an encounter during the sister school goodwill event makes you discover that you're also super oblivious.

seriously, how do you simultaneously keep those two up?!

word count: ~2.7k, tws: not really anything besides (noritoshi) kamo trying to hit on you??? it makes sense when you read it lol ('tw kamo' LMAO), reader throws shade (?) on mai and noritoshi, reader is called a ‘little mouse’ but more because of demeanour rather than,,, her figure,,,

you meet kugisaki nobara for the first time in the concrete jungle of tokyo. there, she looks like magic in a person, pure magazine model material: dyed brown hair cut girlishly short, wild and frayed at its ends like a paintbrush that had accompanied its owner for years; eyes the hue of a saccharine sweet milk chocolate bar; her back straight and confident, bold and all in place, as if she is where she should be and she knows this. the pinnacle of beauty, this girl is, perfect picture on the cover of vogue. 

she’s got skin that looks milky, silky; loved and kissed with her own tender, painstaking care, it seems. there’s a little bump on it— a blemish that goes unnoticed by the boys, covered by concealer, but it just makes her all the more beautiful. 

you’re barely able to talk to her. your brain goes blank as if it’s short-circuited, stricken and frozen in place. she opens her mouth and a melody sings mellifluously like a restaurant cabaret from an old record in your grandparents’ house. 

she’s magic. 

the second time you meet her, she drags you out shopping and you follow her like a magnet, not even bothering to make a begrudging reply. you’re hauled along by the collar, almost, and you let her. 

“I’m so glad that I’m not the only girl, honestly,” she states as the two of you walk along the pavement, “I can’t imagine having to handle those two all on my own, they must’ve been insufferable! actually, how did you deal with those idiots?” 

you have no idea how, actually. but the boys, savants in some ways yet complete imbeciles in others (oh they really could be bumbling idiots sometimes)— would never understand or comprehend this, any of this. no being of the male species would; they wouldn’t notice the way her eyes catch the light, her irises bursting into a kaleidoscope of colour, or the way she sits so confident of herself, position relaxed and powerful and self-assured. they wouldn’t have the mind to see these things, all right in front of them, and appreciate these traits, admire them. 

your words are almost caught in your throat; your reply comes out mangled and weak like asphyxiated fish from an iron net. “I– I don’t know, honestly,” you stutter, “I just, um, avoided them… but I guess it seems that they’re really close to each other already.” 

“...hey, you okay?” she asks, grabbing hold of your hand. your heart stops and nearly flatlines, heat pooling up in your cheeks. the summer air feels hot. yet it swelters you even more as she inches closer to you, her breath— mint mouthwash and grape-flavoured, mouth-cooling gum— nearly burning literal assaults on your skin. “no need to be shy. I mean, the two of us have got to stick together, you know!” 

“I’m– I’m okay, thanks. sorry.” 

she pulls herself away, and the little circle you have around you misses her in her absence, almost whining as you remind yourself that if she were to get any closer to you in proximity, you could possibly faint, or things could get much worse. 

“but seriously, if you’re a shy person, don’t let people pick on you or intimidate you!” she rolls up her sleeves, an impish yet valiant smile on her face, “I’ll beat them up if they do!” 

the third time you meet her, she’s teaching you a better way to do your makeup. something simpler, she says, a trick she learned online, something meant to mimic the stuff of movie stars and their picture-perfect, freshly-kissed lips. 

you don’t know how it’s gotten to this, though: your knees bent on the sofa as her legs are split on your lap (it looks less erotic than it sounds, you’re sure, but it still makes your brain feel like it’s being waved and wrung all over like a raggedy piece of cloth). she straddles your sides this way, snug between your lap and your stomach. 

“then you’re supposed to just dab it all around like this,” she continues, the blistering heat in your head spreading through your body pervasively as she presses her thumb to your lips, catching your breath in your throat. she places her hand on the side of your face, her fingers caressing your jawline and her thumb resting on your cheek, so close to your eyes that you can see it in your peripheral vision as you stare up at her, rendered a complete and utter mess. 

“come on, don’t be shy. stay still!” 

“sorry, kugisaki…” 

“hey,” she stops, her eyes boring into yours, unassuming and free of any sort of malintent, “don’t be so polite. you prostrate yourself too much, especially around me. seriously, don’t say sorry for everything, and just call me nobara, okay? we’ve got to help each other out— we’re both the girls of the group, the better half and all that. and we’re most of the only girls in this school. the ratio is crazy. so we’ve got to stick together and stuff, be comfortable with each other. no more apologies or self-doubts!” 

every bit of contact her skin has with yours lays a blooming garden of goosebumps on your skin, from your cheek, sliding all the way down to your shoulder. 

how could you act normal about this?

“see?” she asks, holding a mirror up to your face when she’s completed it. “you look beautiful! woah, I’m so good at this, honestly. it makes you feel pretty, right?” 

you’d never be as beautiful as her. for a long time, you’d thought you’d never be beautiful at all. 

but for once, you do. even if you won’t ever compare to her— and you guess nobody else ever could as well— it’s the way she says it, that gleam in her eye as she flashes you a grin while you marvel at how your face looks when it’s ‘dolled up’. you feel like you’re in a painting. like you’d been loved enough to be put in one. 

so you smile back at her, your teeth bare after years of covering your face in pictures and dreading when you couldn’t. she makes you believe that you could be beautiful. maybe that’s what real beauty is. that’s why she herself is beauty beyond compare. “yeah.” if you think about it and believe it enough, then you could embody it. like this, people would want you because you think they would. like this, you could be knockout because you think you could. you’d always known that her confidence factored into her beauty. 

“if you want, I could teach you how to put more makeup. it’s not that you need it to look ‘pretty’, but it would help you show others how you want to feel pretty. the reason why this looks good on you is because I did it to make your features stand out a little: see? you’ve got these gorgeous lips, so I made them look like that,” she highlights, “oh, yeah— want me to take a picture?” 

“you like kugisaki?” fushiguro asks. 

you remain silent. 

he rubs at his temples. “oh my goodness, you do. you’re in love with her.” 

“…not like you would understand,” you retort under your breath. he hears you anyway. 

“she’s so beautiful,” you start, sighing, “and so kind and confident. like she can walk into something and know exactly what she needs. she’s put together like that. and she does things with purpose. she doesn’t wander aimlessly or fight without a goal. she’s so good at makeup and fashion and resourceful when it comes to playing by her skills on the field, and she’s so outgoing and welcoming with people who she can get along well with, and she’s so warm—

“oh, I can’t stress it enough, fushiguro. I— she’s literally perfect. I like her so much, I-I feel like I’m on a cloud or something. every day feels like that.” 

“you’re down bad.” 

“I know,” you choke out pathetically. 

“but I’m pretty sure she already thinks the two of you are dating.” 

“…wait, what?!”

this happens, well— around the fiftieth time you meet her: 

sports festival preparations have been as lively as bubbles in soda pop lately, and you’re sitting down next to her, knees bent on the pavement, mourning a classmate you barely knew and the fact that he could have been a lifelong friend had he not been snuffed out prematurely. as you take another swig of your drink— green tea in the can so that she can have it too if the coca cola’s making her teeth have that weird, fuzzy, plaque formation-indicating feeling like always— she places her hand on yours. 

the heat on your cheeks, the barely formed but nearly forming sweat on your body. that stuff isn’t going to go away, ever. you’re pretty sure of that. even with a thousand indirect kisses from sharing food and even warming up to having her lying back flushed to your lap, it’s never going to go away. each time she looks at you, your gaze is transfixed on hers, your voice nearly comes out mangled, and you feel heat blossoming on the back of your balmy neck. 

“yeah?” you ask. 

“you know, [name], I love you. a lot. like, you’re really special to me,” she smiles warmly, a faint hint of red on her cheeks, just like the rose in her name— though that could just be your imagination. 

“...I love you too.” 

“heh,” she giggles, an impish, graceful, secure sound, like a kiss to your ears, your favourite song playing on the car radio in a memory from several years ago, “I’m glad!” 

it’s wonderful. 

your worst fears are never confirmed, but there are definitely things that give way to them. 

you’re quite sure that nobara herself isn’t like that— she does talk about having a boyfriend, but she doesn’t actually want to date a boy, you’re sure. the closest thing to a crush that you’ve ever seen her having is her admiration for maki— and you understand that. 

you respect maki: she’s impeccably smart, strong, and everything in between. yet her existence begets a small worry. if nobara crushes on maki and they end up together, what would be of you? 

the only thing you’d be certain of was that you’d keep loving nobara. you’d just want her to be happy, after all— all your tears and mourning for time spent on purposeless yearning, just to see that grin on your face. that would be worth it, a fair trade. 

but this is how you’re proven wrong, and you fall deeper in love with nobara after that. 

before the sister school goodwill event starts, the six of you (plus yuuji— you’d hate to admit it but seeing him again nearly made you break down in tears) have been given the opportunity to meet the kyoto students and welcome them. it goes about as well as you’d expected it to be— at least the physical portion of the fights and conflicts hadn’t already begun there. 

after having met them, you’re sure that half of them are out for blood here. they’re an eccentric crowd, but not just eccentric, per se— borderline terrifying. you’ll be sure to avoid them throughout and just focus on the plan. 

which is why you nearly sprint in the other direction like a deer from wolves when you see kamo noritoshi and zenin mai approaching you. 

and zenin mai has a stunning face. even if it can’t compare to nobara or her sister’s, she’s got a charm to her, a glint in her eye that you’re sure somebody else will appreciate someday. (just not you.) kamo is just there, his eyes closed for some reason even though you’re sure he must be fully capable of keeping them wide open, and his hair in an awful haircut that you fail to understand the appeal of. probably something traditional that his clan wanted. 

“oh?” mai says, a lilt in her tone. you’re going to get bullied, right? your stomach lurches forward and you nearly keel over, fainting— an all too familiar feeling. the popular people in school used to do that, especially the rude athletic boys. she would probably be popular among them, had she been born into a normal life. “what a little mouse. she seems like a doormat.” 

“zenin, teasing our competitors is unbecoming of members from our lineages,” he admonishes before mai groans. “shouldn’t you be with the other tokyo students?” kamo asks. 

why couldn’t you have just had to meet todo? he’d say that you had wonderful taste in women, you’re sure. why the girl with family issues and the guy with family issues and an atrocious haircut? 

“I, um— I got lost. but I don’t know if they’re going to have me anyway, I mean yuuji’s stronger than me so now I’m just going to be the weakest member there. anyway, um, nice chat, I’ve got to go, bye-bye—”  

“no,” kamo denies, “itadori yuuji besmirches the title of ‘jujutsu sorcerer’.” 

“and the title of weakling goes to maki, not you, I’m pretty sure,” mai says, “but you’re an adorable little thing. what’s your name— something-something, [name], am I correct?” 

what were they doing, completing their sentences like that?  did they practise their lines in the morning, staring in the mirror and repeating them over and over? they sound like people who’d be mentioned in the local family restaurant comedian’s shows— no, not even their shows, they’re not entertaining enough to be in their shows. they’d just barely be mentioned in passing in the bits so that five audience members could get an extra laugh they’d eventually forget about. 

“maki’s really strong, though,” you refute, trying to keep your mind calm “and yuuji, too. it’s hard fighting with them because nobody can ever beat them down, really.” 

“durability does not equate to power,” kamo claims. well, and then there’s someone like him, with neither. “and be confident of your own abilities. I can sense your cursed energy from here. it’s impressive,” he remarks. 

“...I appreciate the thought, but really, I have to go now—” 

“oh, stay for a while, won’t you?” mai asks, inching closer to you like a large ant from the corner of a room. how were insects always so good at slipping into houses and mentally impaired when it came to exiting them? 

kamo joins her, gripping your wrist. you’ll have to sanitise your hand and double-wash your sleeve now, especially after what you said (you’d be fine if mai was doing it, but why kamo? kamo of all people?) 

“ah, and this may seem rather spontaneous, but you’re rather beautiful.” really, it only sounds as good as it usually does if nobara is the one saying it. it feels like his words are assaulting your ears. “good luck.” 

“come on, don’t let her go yet—” 

“[name]! you okay?” 

it’s nobara. thank goodness, it’s nobara. 

“what the hell do you two think you’re doing to my girlfriend?!” 

girlfriend?! 

“oh, nothing,” mai goes, “just playing with her a little. she’s a doll. you picked well!” 

the only thing she can play with is her fucking audacity. 

“ugh— let’s go, [name]! don’t care about these people!” she pulls you along by the wrist. 

“I should’ve made sure you were okay,” she says as the two of you walk to the tokyo students’ gathering point. “I was worried! you’ve got to stick to us next time.” 

“sorry… but they really didn’t do anything. but, um… I think kamo tried to hit on me…?” 

“ew— with that haircut? hate it when twos go looking for tens.” 

“but um…” you hesitate, “about what you said, am I really… your girlfriend?” 

“huh?” she pulls back, “I thought we’d been dating for almost a month!” 

“wait, what—?!” 

“I even told you I loved you! we literally sleep on each others’ laps!” 

“I couldn’t tell if that was platonic or romantic or not! I mean, I don’t mean that I don’t want to date you, I just meant that I didn’t know—” 

“okay,” she exhales, “since we both need things to be clear. want to be my girlfriend?” 

“like, a girlfriend-girlfriend? like, going out on dates and stuff and um…” 

“yeah, a girlfriend-girlfriend. we can go out on dates and do even more than that, maybe,” she greens cheekily. 

“woah… I mean— it’s a dream, I—” 

“so it’s a yes?” 

“yeah—” 

she kisses you and it effectively shuts you up. her lips taste like a latte from the fancy coffee shop the two of you had visited two days before. to think that she’d seen it as a date, while you’d thought the whole thing was just another outing between ‘friends’... 

it’s the best feeling ever. 

this is going to flop too lmao but back at it w the low-quality posts but

[chronicdisasterwrites]

silent love

pairing: levi ackerman x gn!reader

genre + warnings: - could be modern au or canon (you decide both works lol). no warnings, really. FLUFF. reader has tie-able hair.

word count: 518

authors note: this is my first ever attempt at writing a fanfic. I hope I could do our beloved Levi justice and apologies for calling him "old" twice LMFAO. and this isn't implying that reader is underage or anything (they're NOT underage pls), it's just funny to call levi "old".

I hope you enjoy <3

Most (read: all) people would agree - Levi was a cranky "old" man who enjoyed making tedious shit jokes, expressing his opinion in the most brutally straightforward way possible, and had absolutely no regard for untidy people who couldn’t clean a teaspoon to save their life. 

Levi would much rather do things himself instead of teaching someone the “correct” way of doing said things. His teaching method is also more so, “you teaching yourself after he points out what you did wrong” rather than, “here, see this is how you do it”. 

So, you found it endearing how he would go out of his way to actually demonstrate the proper way (according to him, anyways) of folding napkins, cleaning windows, or steeping the perfect cup of black tea. One time after you laughed at a particularly unfunny shit joke he made, you noticed from the corner of your eye how his gaze lingered on you for slightly longer than he would usually allow. And how after he turned his head away, the tips of his ears were a shade of the most adorable rosy pink. It threw you off for a second. Seeing Levi Ackerman, poker-faced and all, blushing? It got you noticing small things like these more and more. And one of the things you noticed was how he noticed small things about you too.

He would go off about how those pastries you like are “diabetes in a box” and would proceed to leave them in the fridge or your desk with your name scribbled in bold letters all over the box. He would deny it completely if approached about it though. He would keep an extra rubber band on him at all times because he noticed how you kept losing your own hair bands and how cranky you get if your hair got in your face. He would wait for you, walk with you in silence, and listen to you with the occasional hum to ensure you that he’s listening. 

These things aren’t grand love gestures in Levi’s eyes. He may not even know he loves you. But to him, it doesn’t really matter. He knows this feeling is new to him and that you are important to him. He just knows that he wants you to be safe, happy and doesn’t mind spending all his time with you. Even if it’s in silence. Even if you don’t know how he feels for you. Even if you never will, because he’s lost too many people in his life and couldn’t bear to lose you too. So he’d show you his love, instead of using his words. Because it’s easier that way and he still gets to protect you and love you in his own subtle loving way. 

So yes, Levi was still a cranky “old” man with an appreciation of ridiculous shit jokes, being straightforward and cleaning like his life depends on it. However, he would tone it all down for you. Although, if you knew this you’d tell him there’s no need to tone anything down. Because that’s the Levi you fell in love with.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Wasn't going to enter into this ask game till I saw 8 and went 'adel' lol

If you wanna, write about something mundane in any au you want :3

Have an amazing day/night (I don't know the time where you are, lol)

HA how sad is it that literally anyone who has followed my blog for more than five seconds knows that I torture Abel XD

Any AU I want?? :D All righty, Imprisoning War blorbos it is!!

Ganondorf had spent most of the day examining maps of Castle Town, trying to ascertain the best way to enter the city before he could be heavily intercepted. He still had no idea where they kept the Triforce, but he suspected it had to be close to the castle. He knew he would have to cut through their pitiful excuse for an army either way, but the faster he could get to his prize, the better. But now that the sun was setting, he found himself growing weary of being huddled over the table and opted to search for his family instead. After all, this was his first time back in Gerudo territory in several months.

It didn’t take long to hunt down his son, who often relaxed by the waters of the oasis after a long day’s work. His boy had been tasked with obtaining supplies for the warriors, and Ganondorf could tell, based on the increased stock in the barracks, that he had accomplished it.

He smiled, proud. He was constantly impressed and surprised at the gift of his family. And they would help him rise to greatness… they would rise to greatness as well. Their victory was so assured he could envision it clearly in his mind. He just needed a little more time to strong arm the king.

“Where’s your mother?” he asked as he approached the boy.

“She’s been talking to that Sheikah guy,” he answered. “Sounded like he and Hemisi are really hitting it off.”

“Yes,” Ganondorf agreed, contemplating the matter. The boy had been polite enough, and most importantly he was one of the higher ranking guards in the castle – Hemisi could eliminate him easily in the fight with such a relationship developing. He wasn’t entirely sure why it made him so… uneasy, though. “And do you know where they are now?”

“Sparring hall, I heard.”

Sparring? Ah, what a clever girl his daughter was. She could easily learn his fighting abilities to better her chances of killing him on the night of the assault. Perfect.

Curious, Ganondorf headed towards the sparring arena as well. With the evening light it provided enough shade, canopies of cloth covering the blinding light so the two fighters could better see their environment. Hemisi stood on one end, twin swords in her hands, amber eyes glaring fiercely at her opponent as a smile pulled at her face. Orik, the Sheikah boy, stood opposite of her, stripped down to a sleeveless purple undertunic and dark brown trousers, clearly not acclimated to the heat of the desert. His platinum blonde hair glowed in the sunset as he watched her sharply, his red eyes narrowed in focus. He had a traditional Sheikah blade in his hands, thinner than the scimitars Hemisi was utilizing.

“Nice of you to join us, dear,” Nabooru said quietly as she raised her hand in the air before snapping, and the match began.

Hemisi took the first move, as she always did. His daughter was an aggressive fighter, as bold with her swords as she was with her words and actions outside of battle. Orik parried it easily, his strength matching hers. Hemisi didn’t waste a second as they stood in a saber lock, kicking one of her feet forward to try and incapacitate the Sheikah at the knees. Orik grunted when her kick got him right on the kneecap, losing his footing a little. Hemisi pushed forward more, swinging her right blade towards his neck. Ganondorf expected another parry or a retreat, assuming the boy could keep up at all, but instead, Orik took the opening that Hemisi left, her torso exposed as she swung inward, and jabbed his sword straight ahead, letting it stop at her chest just as he almost ducked from her blade. The pair froze, knowing the match was over in an instant, a near draw the result. Ganondorf felt himself uncrossing his arms in mild surprise.

“You must expect everyone to be too slow,” Orik commented with a smirk.

“The Hylians usually are,” Hemisi insisted. “Or too gullible.”

Orik’s little smile disappeared in confusion as Hemisi swatted his sword away and tackled him to the ground. He laughed, letting her rest atop him, and she dipped in for a kiss.

Nabooru cleared her throat loudly. Hemisi and the boy froze, seeming to have forgotten that her parents were right there, and they broke apart quickly.

Ganondorf glared at the boy, who shriveled into the sand.

This was going to become a problem, wasn’t it?

[daisyful-gvf]

sweet as berries (part 4)

18+

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pairings: josh x reader

word count: 5k

notes: so again i know halloween has passed!!! but this is what i envisioned for this chapter so that’s what i did. next chapter should be up no later than tomorrow and then we should be caught up on the holiday timeline lol

also this is pretty minimally edited compared to usual so apologies for any errors!

playlist

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**small warning on this chapter for sex while drunk. They are definitely coherent and it’s definitely consensual, but just wanted to give a heads up**

-🍓-

“Berry, please, trust me,” he held your face in his hands and took a breath, “I am one hundred percent sure my parents will not be home. They are in another state.”

“I just,” you sighed, “They don’t need to see me dressed as a slutty nun,”

He giggled, “They do not, you’re very correct. And they won’t.”

You nodded, letting him kiss you on the nose before you pulled away to finish getting ready.

He wasn’t ready in the slightest. He insisted he only needed 10 minutes and would wait until you were almost done.

Your hair and makeup were finished; you’d kept it simple, as your costume seemed bold enough. You chose a darker lip color, though, a shade of oxblood—something that Josh was not shutting up about.

“You know I’m gonna kiss that off of you in like,” he pretended to count in his head as he ate a chip from the bag he had, “ten minutes—no—I’ll give it fifteen, max.”

You laughed as you fixed it in the mirror, “I won’t let you ruin it,”

“Oh, that sounds like a challenge, my dear,” he snuck up behind you in the mirror and popped another chip in his mouth as he watched you preen.

“You’re telling me you aren’t gonna let me smear it all over your face with my—“

“Josh,” you turned to look at him, eyes wide.

“What?” he feigned innocence, laughing, “Sounds nice.”

“Jesus…” you turned back to the mirror, adding the last touches.

“No, not Jesus, the Pope. How many times do I have to remind you, Berry?”

“Josh, I know you’re going as the Pope, just,” you threw a makeup brush at him and he laughed, swatting it away, “Make yourself useful and go get me a drink so I can try to begin to black tonight out,”

He bowed at you with his hands together like a prayer, “Yes, sister,”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him as he left his room to grab you a drink.

Collecting yourself, you began to put the pieces of your costume on. It wasn’t much, hence why you were a little nervous about wearing it. You wanted Josh to see you in it, though, and more so, you kind of wanted other people to see you in it with Josh.

It was a short, black satin dress with a lace trim that hugged your thighs. It just barely covered your ass, but you guessed that was kind of the point.

There were sheer black thigh-highs that attached to your garter belt underneath. The way the tights hugged at the plush of your thigh made you feel sexy, and you knew Josh would love it.

There was a rosary necklace with a wooden cross, and a headband with a small black veil.

You wore a modest pair of heels, something you also couldn’t wait to see his reaction to. You suspected you’d be an inch or so taller than him like this, and you wondered if he was going to mind.

Stepping back, you looked at yourself in the mirror. A smirk spread across your face; you looked hot.

The door swung open. He shut it behind himself and as he turned to hand you the drink, he halted, a soft gasp escaping him, his eyes rapidly moving over you.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed, still frozen. He blinked a few times before he came to his senses, moving closer to touch the strap of your dress, “Holy fuck, Berry…”

“Yeah, holy fuck is right,” you grinned.

“Oh…” he sat the drink quickly on his desk before resuming his staring, “Wow. I don’t think we’re going to go downstairs at all.”

“No, no,” you laughed as he gripped your shoulders, “We’re going to the party Josh, it’s your party,”

“It’s Jake’s party,” he licked his lips, “And I don’t care if it was God’s party himself, you—oh, fuck me, I’m not gonna make it,”

He was breathing heavily, pulling away some so he could look all the way back up and down you. You were right; you were about an inch taller than him like this. You grinned at it.

“You’ll make it,” you laughed, “All we gotta do is get drunk and have fun, then you can rip it off of me after,”

He nodded once, taking your words very seriously, “I’ll try,” his hands skirted over your breasts, down your sides to your waist, to your hips. They skirted down, then, and you realized he was sinking to his knees. You exhaled shakily.

His thumbs hooked at the top of your thigh-highs, toying with the fabric as he whimpered. He trailed his fingers lightly over the sides of your thighs, down your calves, and then he came to a halt, looking up at you.

“No, I’m not gonna make it,” he said, sounding incredibly sure of the fact, “No way in hell. You look…” he shook his head and leaned in, biting at your thigh just above the stocking. You gasped at the contact. He licked over the bite, his lips and tongue soft on your skin.

You wanted to reason with him, but he was making you feel incredibly confident, and his mouth sent shivers through you. It was hard to want him to stop.

“Baby,” you tipped his chin up, voice shaky, “Come up,”

He nodded, relenting, and stood back up, kissing you gently.

“You just have to make it through the party,” you started, “and when it’s over, I’ll leave the costume on, and you can do whatever you want to me. Including smearing the lipstick.”

He sucked his bottom lip under his teeth and nodded quickly, “I’ll try, sweetheart, I’ll try. Please don’t tease me, though, cause…” he sighed, “I’ll fuck you on the kitchen counter in front of everyone, I don’t even care,”

“Josh,” you laughed, “Calm down. You’ll be okay.”

“Easy for you to say, you’re not standing in front of a hot nun.”

You laughed, “Get ready, babe. So we can be sacrilegious together.”

“If you say so, Berry,” he nodded, going to put his costume on.

“Do the heels bother you?” you asked, putting your pearl earrings in.

“What?” he asked from his closet.

“My heels, I’m a little taller than you in them. Does it bother you?”

“Fuck no,” he answered, “They’re hot.”

“Okay,” you giggled, “Just checking.”

You grabbed your drink and took a sip; vodka and sprite. Just like he’d made you at the bonfire.

He emerged from the closet, and it was your turn to unhinge your jaw. He giggled at your reaction.

“Josh,” you grinned, “That’s sluttier than my outfit, I think.”

“Oh, I dunno about that,” he laughed.

He was the Pope, technically. He wore the mitre on his head, tucked just so a few curls stuck out the front and the back, and he wore the white skirt. There was a golden sash over his shoulders, sparkling with his every movement.

“I decided to forgo the shirt,” he said, as if you couldn’t tell that his entire chest was out.

“I can see that,” you stared at him.

“Was too warm. And also as you said, I felt the need to be a little sacrilegious,” he grinned, reaching for his golden cross necklace. You gawked at him as he put it on.

The V of his abdomen was on full show, and with the skirt resting just below his belly button, you could see the beginning of his faint happy trail.

“That absolutely is sluttier than my costume,” you grinned, “Your tits are out,”

He belly laughed, “Oh, and your ass being out isn’t slutty? Huh? Or these?”

He leaned forward and snapped the band of your thigh highs.

“Fine,” you relented, “We’re tied. We’re both sluts.”

“We’re each other’s sluts,” he adjusted his hat in the mirror and shot you a wink.

When he was done, he turned to you.

“Happy Halloween, sweetheart,” he kissed your cheek.

“Mm,” you grinned, “Happy Halloween.”

He took a deep breath, giving you both a final glance in the mirror.

“Ready to go to hell, Berry?”

You smiled back deviously, “Of course, lead the way”

•••

Pretty soon into the party, you were drunk. Pleasantly so; you hadn’t made yourself sick, but you felt light & easy.

You helped set out a few kinds of snacks, ordered pizzas with Jake, and then you meandered around with Josh.

“Punch is good,” he smiled at you, “You did a good job.”

“Thanks, babe,” you kissed his cheek softly, “It wasn’t really hard, though. It’s just a bunch of liquor and juice,”

He shrugged, taking another drink, picking his ping pong ball out of the cup it had landed in.

It turned out that you and Josh made a pretty good beer pong team; you’d won two games in a row, despite your blurry vision. Usually you’d play with Jake, but now there was a friendly competition against him and a nice girl in a playboy bunny costume.

Josh was praising every shot you made, and even the ones you didn’t. He skirted his hand over your ass every few minutes when you weren’t taking your shots.

In return, you pulled him into a sort of side hug and trailed your fingers along his bare hip, slipping the very tip of your pointer finger under the band of his costume. You felt him shiver and he pulled away, shooting you a grin.

You threw your balls and as they rearranged the cups, he leaned into you and spoke against your cheek softly.

“Thought I said no teasing,” he kissed your cheek, “Unless you want to be bent over the counter, remember?”

You pulled back to look at him, mouth open a bit in shock. He grinned.

“Behave,” he said quietly before plucking away a cup that Jake had sank.

In a couple more rounds, Jake had cleared the final cup, putting an end to your winning streak.

“Damn, Berry,” Josh sighed, “Well. At least we look good, huh?”

You laughed, saying the obligatory ‘good game’s.

“Hey,” Jake said to you, restacking the cups.

“What’s up?” You smiled, feeling slightly dizzy from the alcohol.

“M’gonna go smoke on the patio, wanna join me?”

“Sure,” you smiled, reaching back to tug on Josh.

“Hmm?” Josh asked.

“C’mon, patio,” you said. He nodded, holding your hand and following you.

The October air was brisk, to say the least.

“Jesus,” you shivered, curling into Josh as Jake lit up, “I dunno how long I can be out here,”

“Yeah,” Josh laughed, “Same here,”

You reached out to poke at one of his nipples and he swatted your hand away, giggling.

“You two are ridiculous,” Jake laughed, “Why are you both half naked?”

“Why are you dressed as a pirate for the third year in a row?” Josh shot back, holding his hand out to take the blunt from him.

“Shut up,” Jake shook his head and grinned as he blew out his smoke.

You began to shiver, even though you oddly felt warm from the inside with the liquor. Josh noticed and curled up to you closer, wrapping his arm around you as you leaned against the wooden railing of the patio.

“You two are cute though, I guess,” Jake motioned between the two of you with his finger, “Thought you both were just gonna talk about each other to me until all our hair turned gray. Glad you finally grew a pair, Josh,”

“Ah, shut up,” Josh said, waving his words away with his hand, taking another puff. He offered the blunt to you and you declined.

“Already drunk,” you smiled, “Don’t need to be crossed,”

“I disagree,” Jake said, taking the blunt back from Josh, “You’re no fun anymore, Berry.”

You felt Josh’s arm tense at the name. He shot Jake a look. Jake stared back at him.

“Well,” you broke the tension, “I’m sorry, Jakey. I don’t feel like throwing up everywhere tonight,” you gave him a grin.

“Ah, alright I suppose,” Jake grinned back, “You need to go inside? You look like you’re freezing,”

“Yeah, actually,” you nodded, turning to head in. You looked back at Josh, “You coming?”

“You go ahead and get warm,” he squeezed your hand, “I’m gonna bother my brother some more.”

You grinned, nodding.

“Go find Sam, I’m sure he misses you,” Josh smiled.

You laughed and nodded, heading back in.

After you got another drink and thawed out, you meandered around the party, looking for Sam.

You found him in the basement, shotgunning a beer.

“Hey!” You yelled.

“Hey, I’m drunk!” he responded, roping you into a tight hug.

“Yeah, I figured,” you laughed. He was stumbling, slurring his words.

“Daniel insisted we do tequila shots earlier,” he hiccuped, “Shouldn’t have listened,”

“No, probably not,” you ruffled his hair.

“What…?” he looked you up and down, “Hm. That is a very interesting costume you have there,”

You laughed again, “Interesting?”

“To say the least,” he cracked open a new beer and took a drink, “Bet Josh is having a fun time tonight,” he giggled.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully.

“And what are you?” You looked him up and down, noting the button up shirt and the paintbrush in his pocket.

“I’m Bob Ross, but the wig was too itchy,” he slurred, “Daniel is the painting, he’s somewhere,” he looked around but gave up quickly, shrugging.

“Very creative,” you laughed, “Are you sure you should have another beer?”

He looked at the can and then back at you, “No. But I’m not gonna let that stop me,” he winked and took another swig.

“M’gonna go find Josh,” you squeezed his shoulder, “tell Danny I said hey,”

He nodded, and you made your way back upstairs.

You didn’t have to look far for Josh; only about a minute after being back upstairs, his soft hands were grabbing your shoulders from behind.

“Hey, Berry,” he purred into your hair.

You laughed and turned around to face him.

“Having fun?” You grinned.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ve been blessing everyone I talk to,” he held two fingers to your forehead and closed his eyes in concentration. “There, now you’re blessed as well.”

“Ah, thank you, babe,”

He giggled and pulled you into a hug.

“You done with the party?” he mumbled into your cheek, “I’d like to take you upstairs,”

You bit back a moan. You didn’t mind the suggestion at all, and in fact, after the alcohol and staring at his bare abdomen the whole night, you were ready. But there were friends you hadn’t said hello to, and it was barely 11:30.

“Not yet, sweet boy,” you let him give you a quick kiss on the jaw.

He huffed out a breath, “Okay, Berry,” he held your face, “God, you’re not going easy on me, huh?”

“What fun would that be?” you bit your lip, “Come on, let’s socialize. Let me show you off,”

“Hmm,” he grinned, “Alright, I like the sound of that.”

You and him made your way around, making causal conversation with friends you hadn’t seen in a while. You kept drinking, and you were becoming pleasantly dizzy and increasingly talkative.

It was nice watching him talk; he told people about his band, about you, and of course, he made plenty of Pope-related jokes. He lit up when he spoke, it was endearing,

And it was nice being glued to his side, in the matching costume; everyone could see he was yours and you were his.

After a half hour or so and another drink, you excused yourself for yet another trip to the bathroom. You cursed the human inability to be able to get drunk without peeing so frequently.

You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror and grinned. The music echoed from the next room, and everything was just a little blurry, and nothing seemed too serious.

When you were done, you washed your hands and took the opportunity to fix the smudged corners of your lipstick in the mirror.

There was a knock at the door.

“One sec!” You yelled.

“Berry,” you heard faintly on the other side. You reached for the handle and cracked the door, and sure enough, Josh grinned at you. He pushed the door open and stepped in.

“Josh…”

He latched the door shut behind him and immediately, his hands were on you.

“Hi, Berry,” he nuzzled his cheek to yours, “M’kinda drunk,” he giggled

“I know that,” you giggled, threading your fingers through his hair. His hands slid over your waist, around to your ass, back up to the small of your back, “Me too,”

“Mm, yeah? Not very devout of us, is it?” He kissed your cheek, “Can I kiss you?”

“I just fixed my lipstick…” you sighed. His hands skirted over the swell of your breast.

”Good,” he kissed your jaw, “I can make a mess of it,”

“Josh, the party…” your eyes rolled back as he licked st your neck, “It’s only, like, midnight,”

“I’ve behaved for long enough, don’t you think?” he murmured against your skin. It made you shiver. “You’re driving me crazy in this little dress…these fucking tights….” he snapped the band of the thigh high and you whimpered.

Unable to resist any longer, you brought his lips to yours. He groaned, pushing into the kiss with force.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your mouth, “I’m so fuckin’ hard. l think I’ve been hard for like, two hours,”

“Yeah?” you breathed against him, “Why’s that?”

He laughed into your mouth, backing you up against the countertop, “You know why,” he said, a little slurred.

“What if I just wanna hear it?”

He groaned, “Yeah? You want me to say filthy things to you, Berry?” he took a shaky breath, tracing kisses across your cheek until he was at your ear, nibbling and sucking. His hands were pushing your dress up on your hips.

You whimpered at the low husk of his voice.

“Been thinking all kinds of things,” he sighed, “You on your knees, your mouth on my cock, bending you over, you know. Very holy thoughts.”

“Mmhm,” you hummed as his mouth lowered, licking down your neck. Your cheeks were hot from his words.

“Wanna take me to church? Hmm?” He licked your shoulder, “Wanna get on your knees and pray?”

“Josh,” you were coming undone at the seams, whimpering and gasping at every brush of his lips.

He removed his mouth to let you drop to your knees in front of him. This was the first time it was like this, you realized.

He seemed to register the same thing, because when you looked up at him, he looked mesmerized at the sight of you.

You giggled at the lipstick smeared all over his face.

“What, sweetheart?” he grinned.

“Lipstick,” you answered simply.

“Yeah,” he laughed, glancing at himself in the mirror. He wiped off most of it with the back of his hand, and you did the same.

He wasn’t kidding; he was hard. You could see the outline of him through the white fabric of his costume, and if you didn’t already need him more than anything, the sight of it made you desperate.

Sinking two fingers into either side of his waistband, you pulled the garment down with his white boxers, letting the fabric pool around his ankles. He removed the mitre from his head, tossing it to the floor.

You wasted no time, immediately taking him into your hand, licking sloppily over him.

“Fuck,” he bit his bottom lip, “Please,” he sighed.

You wrapped your lips around him, flattening your tongue out for him to slide against. He whined as you took him as far down as you could. Something about being drunk made it a lot easier, and soon he was gliding against the back of your throat.

Out of desperation to have him close, you wrapped your hands around the backs of his thighs, pulling him into you.

“Can I—” he placed his hands on the back of your head and tentatively pushed into your mouth. You hummed around him and looked up, trying to convey yes without words.

“Fucking—christ, Berry, that’s a good girl,” he shuddered as he began to fuck slowly in and out of your mouth, “Oh, god, that’s…”

He was watching you so closely, even halfway drunk. You were in a daze from the praise he issued, willing to let him do this forever and ever if he would just keep encouraging you.

“Sweetheart, I—I need you,” he was breathless, “Come here,” he slid out of your mouth and helped you up with a gentle grip.

He was immediately against your mouth, licking at your tongue. While the room was spinning a bit, you felt that every nerve on your body was aware of him. His hands lifting you onto the counter, his tongue on yours, his thighs pressed to the insides of yours.

“Lean back if you can,” he murmured, leaning down to press kisses to your inner thighs.

“You don’t wanna go upstairs?” You asked.

“No, just need you now,”

“Josh it’s—are you sure? It’s the only bathroom down here—“

“S’my bathroom,” he nipped at your thigh, “M’sure,”

You nodded and leaned back against the mirror, grateful for the small amount of counter space to the side of the sink.

He bunched the dress up around your hips, revealing the black lace panties you had worn to match the stockings.

“Oh…” his head fell against your thigh, “my god, Berry.”

You giggled, settling a hand into his curls, “You like ‘em?”

“You’re going to kill me, I’m so certain,” he bit at your thigh.

With a shaky breath, he resumed what he was doing, gripping the sides of your legs and working his mouth closer and closer to your center. When he reached the panties, he pressed a kiss to the front of them.

“Gonna stay at least a little quiet for me?” he murmured, “Don’t want everyone hearing my girl.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath, “I’ll try.”

He nodded back, “Good girl, just try,”

Your eyes rolled and your head fell back at that.

“These are staying on,” he grinned, pushing the black lace aside, “Obviously.”

You smiled and bit your lip as he placed another kiss to you. Finally, he licked at you, slow and wet.

“Josh…” you breathed out. He hummed into you.

You knotted your fingers as close as possible to his scalp, gripping his curls in a fist.

“So sweet…” he breathed, licking at you fervently, tongue somehow still working skillfully despite his intoxication.

When he added two fingers, you suddenly found it hard to keep quiet. Your body was responding to everything so intensely with the alcohol floating through you; his touch felt magnetic, like every graze of him against you pulled you closer.

“Baby,” you whimpered. His eyes peered up at you, and that was it; you were trembling, head falling back against the mirror as his tongue guided you through it.

“Mmm,” he wiped his mouth and stood up to kiss you.

Immediately, he was rubbing himself against you, holding the panties to the side with his other hand. You whimpered at the feeling.

“I know, sweet girl. Feels so good,” his eyes were rolling back as he slid against you.

“Please,” you breathed, hands in his hair again, “Please, fuck me,”

He nodded, brows furrowed together, and then he was easing inside you.

You watched as he slid in, and the sight alone made your cheeks hot. The feeling, him stretching you as he always did, ripped a moan from your chest.

“Yeah,” he sounded breathless, “Fuck, my cock needed you so bad,”

“Josh,” you pulled him to you, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

He slid out and in sporadically, his mild state of intoxication evident in the way he was thrusting. It was not as controlled as normal, and was rougher. You enjoyed every moment of it, desperate for him.

Leaning back, he looked down, watching himself fuck into you.

“So fucking hot,” he breathed, “The lingerie…” his jaw was slack, “so hot, fuck,” he threw this head back and shut his eyes, rolling his hips into you.

“You feel so good,” you sighed, sliding your hands down his neck, over his chest, cheeks flushing as he rocked you against the mirror.

“Mmm,” he hummed in agreement. He leaned into you, licking at your jaw. “Can I bend you over the counter?”

“Oh, god,” you exhaled. You nodded frantically and he slipped gently out of you.

He helped you off the counter and then, with a tender kind of force, he was bending you over with a gentle hand on your back.

“Jesus…” he whimpered, smoothing his hands over your waist, down the swell of your ass. He pushed your dress up and groaned all over again at the sight of your panties, “So slutty,” he murmured, tracing his shaking hand over the lace of the panties.

“What did you say?” you grinned in the mirror at him. He grinned back.

“Slutty…” he repeated, “And just for me. I fuckin’ love it,”

You groaned and let your head fall forward. He leaned down and nipped at the flesh of your ass, a gentle scrape of his teeth.

“Fuck…” you felt like you were buzzing with anticipation, “Josh, please, c’mon,”

“Mm,” he pulled the panties aside and slid a finger against you, “Want me back inside, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” you had no shame, feeling an intense need for him.

“Alright, sweet girl,” he murmured, nudging against you. As you pushed yourself back, he eased in, shivering as he bottomed out.

He felt so new in this position; so much closer to you, so much fuller. You pulled yourself forward an inch or so and then shoved back, and a broken moan fell from you.

“Oh, shit,” he breathed, “You feel so good,”

“Mm,” you hummed, making eye contact in the mirror with him. You blushed at it, feeling very on display.

His hands hooked on your waist, and then he let loose, snapping his hips into you with a divine force. You bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from yelling out.

“You like that, Berry?” his eyes flickered to yours.

You nodded in the mirror.

“Say it,” he sighed.

“You—I’m trying to stay quiet, babe,” your eyes rolled back as he thrusted into you.

“Fuck it, lemme hear you,” he snapped his hips into you again.

You groaned, hands gripping at the cold countertop.

“Yeah? My girl like that?”

“So much, please,” you were moaning between breaths, “Please, Josh, I wanna cum,”

“Oh, christ, please,” he sounded just as desperate as you, “Be a good girl, c’mon, cum for me,”

“Josh,” you groaned at his use of the name.

“You like that, don’t you, Berry? Like being my good girl?” he caught your eye in the mirror. You nodded.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, overwhelmed at how he was talking to you.

“Good fucking girl, sweetheart, cum all over me,”

Your thighs clenched as you tightened around him, vision blurring as you came.

“Oh—Berry, holy fuck, I’m—I’m there,” he was panting along with you.

You just nodded, letting the wave of pleasure course over you as he snapped his hips a final time, death gripping your hips as he joined you. You caught a glimpse of him in the mirror, his cheeks pink and his head thrown back.

After a moment, you both took a deep breath, and he leaned forward to press a kiss between your shoulder blades.

“That was fun,” he smiled wildly at you in the mirror. You nodded as you giggled.

“Mm, hang on, sweetheart,” he leaned over and grabbed the hand towel and as he eased out, he cleaned you gently.

When he was done, he tossed the towel in the corner and positioned your panties back over you.

As you stood up to shift your dress back into place, someone was jiggling the door knob and knocking on the door.

Josh shot you a grin as he redressed.

“We really could have gone to your room,” you laughed, trying to smooth your hair down and wipe the remaining lipstick off your face.

“That’s not as hot, Berry” he came up behind you with a grin and kissed your shoulder.

“S’that so?” you spun around and used your thumb to wipe the lipstick off his face.

“Mmhm,” he nodded, “Kiss me,”

You did, gently, lovingly.

“Sweet girl,” he sighed into your mouth, kissing you back slow.

There was another knock on the door, and Josh broke the kiss to glance at it.

“We should probably get out of here,” he smiled.

“Yeah,” you giggled.

“Wanna go up to my room and pass out?” He nuzzled his cheek to yours, “Kinda not that drunk anymore, kinda tired,”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Me too, let’s go,”

He gave a final kiss to your cheek before opening the door, pushing past the small line for the bathroom, tugging you along.

“Oh, very classy!” you heard Jake yell behind you.

“Thank you!” Josh yelled back, giggling as he pulled you by the hand upstairs.

Not bothering to change, you slumped down on his bed. He tugged off your heels and lingerie as you took off your headband and necklace. You curled up into the comforter, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

He tugged all of his costume off and pulled on a pair of boxers.

“Sweetheart, here, take this off so you can be comfortable,” he slid the dress off of you and offered you a t-shirt. He helped you tug it over your head before sliding into bed next to you.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he kissed your cheek.

“Hang on,” you caressed his cheek, “You know you’re pretty, um…talkative when you’re drunk.”

He grinned, “You mean…”

“Yeah,” you blushed, “during sex, I mean.”

It was his turn to look bashful, “Yeah, I guess so, huh?” he bit his lip.

“I liked it,” you giggled, “was hot,”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, “Yeah, well, you’re hot, so I can’t take all the credit,” he grinned.

“M’just saying,” you sighed, “You can…I mean, you can say that kinda stuff more. I like it.”

He bit his lip and looked over your face.

“You’re something else, Berry,” he grinned, “God, you’re perfect. Okay,” he nodded, “I can do that.”

“Goodnight, sweet boy,” you whispered.

“Night, Berry,” he intertwined his fingers with yours, and as you curled up into the warmth of him, sleep took you gently.

-🍓-

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[ofmermaidstories]

Helloo, I’ve never asked anything before but my curiosity is absolutely killing me lmao.. did you have an inspiration for the kimono reader is wearing in something (just like this)? It sounds so intricate and pretty so I was just wondering ◡̈ I rly love the story btw you’re one of my favorite writers

omg okay so—i collect a magazine called kimono hime!! it’s out of print now im pretty sure (???) but it’s basically like a fashion mag with varying kimonos and yukatas and furisodes in all sorts of amazing prints, like, really contemporary stuff!

it’s such a beautiful magazine if you’re into fashion or design or are a weeb (me).

but as for Reader’s summer fit, there’s no real one-for-one inspo for it. 🥺 i kinda just took my cue from the issues of kimono hime and the designers within it—and tried to think up something fun! black and white stripes seemed fun because a) they were bold and b) could conceivably be imagined on a range of skin tones (like—i personally love wearing pastels and dusky pinks, but one of my besties is quite pale and can’t wear the same shades because it washes her out, so i thought we needed something that could maybe cover more ground than like “you’re wearing a green yukata” or whatever). i love roses, and tiny teeny spiders hiding among them seemed like a nice contrast (and also meant i could have our cool-guy kimono seller make his “you look like someone who’s a mix of both worlds” remark, because like, who among us doesn’t hold conflicting qualities? something pretty, something more repellent unless you really like spiders ig so then it’s like, something pretty and something cool LOL).

when i was on insta i was following a japanese designer who had these amazing patterns for kimonos and things, like, vintage cat faces on the obis and stuff so i knew when giving Reader one we could get away with like, something really neat—so the toads, snakes, roses and diamonds that’s meant to be on it is a nod to one of my favourite fairytales! tbh it’s mostly a little textual inside joke with myself, because the fairytale is about a pair of sisters who are each blessed and cursed by a fairy; the sister that treated the fairy sweetly is blessed so that when she speaks diamonds and precious jewels and flowers fall out of her mouth with her words. the sister that treated the fairy cruelly is cursed—so that it’s snakes and toads instead. it’s the same sort of line of thinking as the “mix of both worlds” comment: it’s the idea that Reader (like us all) is capable of saying both kind and cruel things. 🐍💎🌹🐸

it’s hard trying to come up with outfits in a reader-insert fic! and look, not everyone is going to be happy. but i did do a lil faux-kimono hime mock up, to show the general vibes of what i was going for with Reader’s fit. maybe with more roses though??? hmmm hmmm hmmm.

[theshippingcorner]

Wednesday Adams x Female Vampire Reader?

I would be lying if I said Wendsday isn't a hyperfixation right now! I can't promise it'll be perfect, might be a big long winded but I like a good build up to the point if you didn't notice lol

Wendsday wasn't exactly one to get attached, she barely put up with Enid sometimes as much as she did care for her friend, so growing close to yet another outcast girl was something she had to get used to tolerating, especially having to tolerate the irritating and complex feelings she always had being around her...regardless she at least learned to make an effort with friendships thanks to Enid, even if they made her feel feelings that she didn't want to address.

That's why today in particular she went out of her way to find you, leaning down over your shoulder while you were busy reading, staring at the book a second before giving a small hum,

"Are you enjoying that book?"

You nearly jumped out of your seat hearing her, she was very good at sneaking up on people when she wanted to and when she didn't want to. You cleared your throat though and smiled at her, nodding a bit.

"Mhm, it's very good if you want to borrow it at any point to read~!"

You put a bookmark in the book for now as she nodded and sat beside you with a hum,

"I might, how have you been doing though?"

She seemed off to you, but when didn't she seem a little bit off when she was around you? Sometimes you had to worry if you did something wrong.

"Good, what about you though? I know you're pretty gloomy as is but you seem gloomy in a bad way right now."

She sort of buffered and had to think about the question before humming softly and shaking her head,

"I'm doing fine just distracted is all, it happens. I'm sure Enid would be happy to tell you how often I seem to ignore her when she's speaking."

She sighed a little but hardly seemed mad, she didn't seem like she could ever really stay mad at Enid. You had to at least smile, even if you didn't like the idea that she would like someone else you still nudged her playfully with a little hum,

"You talk about Enid a whole lot, you sure you don't fancy girls Adams~?"

She was caught off guard, shaking her head quickly and pouting

"Even if I did like girls Enid is far too much for me, I would probably prefer someone more like myself."

Though what exactly that meant she wasn't sure, yeah she liked Enid but not in that way. She didn't really think about love after how badly she failed at it with boys. You however decided to be bold, and take a chance.

"What about girls like me then~?"

Being a vampire, dark and gloomy aesthetic sort of came with the territory, that and you had a bit in common which is how you became friends in the first place! She looked like she really had to think about it before you could see the faintest amount of pink on her pale cheeks as she crossed her arms with a hum,

"I suppose you would be more my type yes, if I were to be with a girl."

You laughed a bit at the sudden shyness, it was a step away from her usually blunt and straightforward personality for sure. Her attitude gave you all the more confidence as you scooted a bit closer and put a finger up to your lips.

"I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to test those feelings~"

She was surprised and a bit flustered, but at this point she has kissed a criminal so what could really go wrong? Besides it would stop you from teasing her, so she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and kissed you softly!

She held the kiss a moment before letting go of your collar and sitting back, her pale face a bright shade of pink as she crossed her arms again.

"There, now you don't need to tease about it."

You laughed a bit, blushing bright pink yourself as you happily poked her cheek.

"Oh yeah~? You want to tell me what you learned from it then?"

There was a hesitation clear in her face, before she caved a bit and sighed, it definitely explained those feelings she didn't want to pay attention to all this time...

"I'm pretty sure I learned that I like you."

[morocosmos]

Posting day 12's febuwhump made me bold enough to post this kiss prompt answer from last year, have another wol/leofard lol. @/starfalldiver's request was "where it hurts"

“Leofard. Stop squirming and let me take a look,” Moro’a hisses, keeping his voice down as he listens out for the whirring of goblin machinery. They’re wedged in the small gap of what looks to be a former household, no more than a crevice in the old Sharlayan brickwork that's barely large enough for the both of them.

All had been fine for the first half bell or so, poking around the side of the Hinterlands behind what used to be called the Arkhitekton until they'd caught the attention of a handful of rogue, armed Illuminati members. Stragglers, but dangerous ones nevertheless, and so their casual jaunt had become a chase. 

When he’s certain they won’t be found for at least a few minutes, Moro’a turns his attention back to the sky pirate’s various injuries. None of them remotely life-threatening, but a few are troublesome all the same, like the wound in Leofard’s side that’s bleeding through the dark material of his shirt. Grazed by a bullet, likely. He’d been as reckless as ever, leaping into the thick of combat with no more than his gun and a boatload of pluck…

“Appreciate your concern ‘n all, Moro’a, but I can more than look after me self. Always have.” There isn’t a hint of pain in Leofard’s voice as he shifts upward, as though trying to angle himself for a better look beyond the wall. 

All the while Moro’a tries, tries not to pay too much attention to how the hyur’s thigh is pressing into his shoulder.

“If we have to make a run for it again, this will only slow you down. I'll have it healed in seconds," Moro'a insists. He sees Leofard squint at him through the red tint of his goggles. "Stubborn arse," the hyur grumbles, but there isn’t much fight to his words. A moment later, reason seems to win over his pride. “Agh, make it quick then."

He settles down, lifting his arm out of the way. Moro’a takes a closer look, and his Echo tells him the wound’s still bleeding, but not deep. Drawing in a small amount of celestial aether, Moro'a lifts his hand to Leofard’s side as he mutters the spell. 

They're so cramped together that Moro’a can feel the hyur inhale softly as his fingers brush against his skin. He swallows, retracting his hand as soon as the wound seals.

"Huh." Leofard looks genuinely surprised, grinning as he examines his now smooth, unbroken skin. "Well well, would you look at that…certainly beats patchin’ it up with dirt-ridden rags,” he remarks. “I’ll admit it – I made the mistake of underestimating you." 

“No offence taken,” Moro'a mumbles, avoiding Leofard’s gaze as he heals two more injuries. The sooner they can be out of this cramped space…cautiously, he peers out from the crevice. The goblins seem to have given up their pursuit: all he can hear now is a light breeze sifting through the surrounding trees.

“You missed a spot though, mate.” Perplexed, Moro’a turns around and sees Leofard tapping at a thin cut on his cheek, still wearing that selfsame grin.

Lover, he’s doing this on purpose. “You don’t need me for that,” he responds, caught between wanting to brush it off and giving in to the temptation of playing along.

“Nay,” Leofard concedes, shrugging. “But t’wouldn’t hurt me, either.” He’s looking at Moro’a with a shade more intent now; he can’t escape that carmine gaze, and something about the situation miffs the Keeper as much as it draws him in. Fine then! If he wishes to make a game of it. Giving Leofard no time to react, he leans in and kisses the hyur, right over the cut.

It only takes a second, but as he pulls back, the surprise on the sky pirate’s face is a handsome reward…even if Moro’a’s own cheeks have begun to burn like a fuel-soaked bonfire.

“There. Better now, aye?” Moro’a turns and begins to climb out of the crevice without waiting for a response, but it isn’t hard to imagine the full-toothed smile breaking out from behind him.

[mx-piggy]

my toxic trait is that i love talking about myself so thanks for the tag! hope you're doing well!

favourite colour- yellow! i love it when it's bold and vibrant, when it's soft and pale, and when its a dark mustard kind of shade. i'm also a big fan of purple. i love in the simpsons when they do a night time scene because the combination of yellow and purple is exquisite.

last song i listened to- spent gladiator 2 by the mountain goats. i've really been getting into the mountain goats this year, and this song satisfies my brain. it must be how dogs feel when they get a scratch behind the ears.

last film watched- star wars: episode ii - attack of the clones. i went to see it at the cinema yesterday and even though it's got its faults i still had a really good time rewatching it, and finally getting to see it on the big screen was cool. i also want to use this as an opportunity to shoutout this movie i saw at the cinema on Thursday (i'll justify its inclusion in this by stating it's the most recent film i've watched for the first time lmao): a greyhound of a girl. it's a children's movie with pretty solid animation, compelling characters, and it's a magical realism slice-of-life kind of story set in (i believe) northern ireland. it's a really cosy watch and i'd recommend checking it out.

currently reading- oh boy i'm technically reading like five books at the moment. i'm reading a bear called paddington by michael bond and it's so lovely. as for audiobooks, i'm listening to confidential confidential by samantha barbas. it's a really insightful book about the scandal magazine confidential, and how it fit into the culture of the united states and hollywood in particular in the late 40s and 50s. audiobooks i started listening to and need to get around to finishing are: american psycho by bret easton ellis, which i'm pretty far into, honey, i'm homo by matt baume (i'm only taking a break from it so i can watch one of the tv shows it discusses and not get any spoilers; if you're interested in queer history and pop culture give it a read and check out matt baume's youtube channel), and the world's wife by carol ann duffy.

currently craving- a cold bottle of water. i woke up an hour ago, and normally the first thing i crave when i wake up is water.

coffee or tea- it's weird because i haven't drank tea in ages. like when my grandma was alive i'd have it so often, but since she died in december i haven't really had it because my mum and brother drink coffee rather than tea so we don't have milk, teabags or sugar in. i'm not a huge coffee drinker (i would like to be, so maybe i'll try getting more into it lol) but i did really like this white coffee powder thing that my mum used to buy and i might look for some the next time i'm at the shop. but, i'll have to go with tea. i love tea so much. since i'm an adult maybe i should go and buy my own stuff to make some tea lol.

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🌸 Favourite color(s) -> green, the shade of my blog (i dont know which shade is that). ive been into less saturated blue lately. and BROWN, always!

🌸 Last song I listened to -> “You'll be in my heart” by Phil Collins

🌸 Last film I watched -> (not a film really but) the Disney+ Hamilton

🌸 Currently reading -> Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea!!!! and im so hooked, baby!! (no pun intended)

🌸 Currently craving -> none actually, im pretty full right now.

🌸 Coffee or tea -> tea. i have not drunk coffee in a month now (im not avoiding coffee, it just hasnt occured to me to get one or make one).

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[sukirichi]

wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event: 

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours.  Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks. 

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words. 

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

[gubler-me-up]

Spencer blurbtober request! If this makes sense lol can you do something like reader just started in the bau and has a crush on spence and after one of her first cases when he does something badass she gets all hot and bothered and basically wants to jump his bones the second they’re alone like at the hotel or something and he gets all shy and it’s like fluffy but also hot ?

Returning the Favour

Content warning: slight mention of sexual activity

You knocked on Spencer’s hotel room with a more feverish urgency than you expected to. You wanted to personally thank him again for tackling the unsub to the ground before he could harm you. For the six months you had been working at the BAU, you had never seen Spencer tackle anyone. Usually, it was either Matt or Luke doing all the aggressive moves.

Something about seeing him essentially save you from harm’s way and tackling someone to the ground made you fall into an even deeper crush on him. Before you just found his intelligence and sweet personality attractive but after witnessing his brave actions, you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones. You knew there was a psychological term for how you were feeling but your brain was too preoccupied with the thought of Spencer.

You heard his hotel room door unlock. Your heart started to pound rapidly within you as it opened to reveal Spencer with his shirt slightly unbuttoned, looking as if you had caught him in the middle of getting undressed. If he needed your help, you wouldn’t mind offering your services.

“Y/N, what’s up?” He asked.

“Sorry if I caught you at a bad time. Can I come in?” You asked.

“Of course. Besides, you could never catch me at a bad time. I’ll always make time for you,” he said.

You could have squealed but you tried to remain as calm as possible. He moved out of the way to let you walk in. As soon as you were in his hotel room, he closed the door. You both turned to look at each other at the same time with friendly smiles. However, your hands had a hard time keeping to themselves.

You walked up to him and placed your hands on his chest. You had never acted so bold towards him and he knew it from the way his face was turning a light shade of pink. You looked up at him with hunger in your eyes, imagining what he felt like underneath his clothes.

“I just wanted to stop by and thank you again for saving me,” you said.

“Uh, yeah, of course. I-uh, I couldn’t let him hurt you,” he stuttered.

You caught him looking down at your hands as he stuttered his sentence. You could imagine you were overstepping your boundaries by touching him, so you slowly retracted your hands. To your surprise, he grabbed both of them and held them in his hands. You couldn’t help but goofily grin at his large hands holding your hands tight.

“I appreciate that. Also, sorry for being so touchy. I know you’re not a touchy person,” you apologized.

“No, no, it’s fine. I can feel you’re a little tense still, so being with someone who makes you feel safe can calm that down,” he explained.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you once he realized what he had said. He licked his lips, trying his best to avoid awkward eye contact. You knew he thought what he said was awkward but you were overly intrigued by his word choice. You made the bold executive decision to lean in and kiss him with all the passion you felt for him to break the silence. You soon leaned away slightly as he caught his breath.

“I think I feel a little less tense now,” you said.

You were just an inch away from his lips and wanted to lean in again. However, to your surprise, he leaned in and kissed you again with this burning desire. He leaned away shortly after though, looking at you as if he was about to apologize for giving you the best kiss of your life.

“I’m sorry. I-I, uh, didn’t-”

You kissed him again. “No need to apologize.”

You then leaned away from him and began to bend your knees. He immediately yanked you back up and pulled you close to him with his eyes wide and a face as red as a strawberry. You giggled at how adorably shy he was even though it was clear he wanted you as much as you wanted him.

“You don’t have to do this just because I saved you. I don’t want you to feel as if you have to reward me,” he said.

“I’d be all over you no matter what. It’s just that seeing you be so aggressive made me think of...something,” you said.

He looked at you with curious yet intrigued eyes as you let go of his hands. You smirked at him before caressing his chest and then making your way towards the door. You turned around to look at him one last time. You watched as he looked you up and down, imagining what you looked like underneath your clothes.

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” you said.

He bit his lip and nodded. “I sure do.”

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[pebblysand]

Director's Cut! Way Specific Scene.

i really adore the description in this, because it helps me really visualize it--how harry and ginny are positioned relative to one another, how what they're looking at instead of one another reveals how they are feeling.

I am curious, and you need not answer if you would prefer not to, how you were able to craft this, what your process was, because it seems (forgive me if I'm making bold assertions) like a thing that would be difficult to do given what you've mentioned about how visualization is harder for you than it might be for others.

do you, like, do the actions yourself and then capture each movement in words?

thank you so much for both your amazing writing and your willingness to engage beyond the published text--i feel so very blessed by both aspects of the goddess pebblysand. 🌸

Yeah, this is a super interesting question. This paragraph involved... an embarrassing amount of effort lol. I re-drafted it a number of times haha. It's definitely one those where, generally, *I* don't see anything in that description and I would very happily have moved on without it, but I hear @copper-dust's voice in my head being like: "DETAILS! VISUALS!" so I... yield to the voice in my head lol.

I think I've become more aware of my own limitations in the past year and have, as such, made a conscious effort to adapt. It doesn't mean that I'm changing my style, I'm never going to be a "visual" author, but I can make certain adjustments, you know? This scene could have further details on the colour of the grass and the flow of the waves, and the birds in the sky or whatever, but you're going to have to go someone else's fic to find that cause my brain is incapable, haha. Again, we're making lemonade with the lemons we have, here, you know?

That said, I've noticed I find it easier to generally add visuals at the beginning of scenes (this one and the one with Kingsley and the description of his office earlier in the chapter come to mind) because it's a place where I have mental space to remember to add them, as opposed to later when I'm so focused on the action, dialogue, etc. that it a) wouldn't occur to me and b) would distract me and annoy me as a reader lol. So, usually, every time I get to a new location, I try to force myself to describe it the best I can these days. (Ah, all the sacrifices I make for you, visual people 😅)

To answer your question about my process though, in this case, I just stop and think: how would these people sit? And, so: Ginny would be the kind of girl who sits cross-legged with her skirt over her legs because she wants to look at people when she talks to them. Harry - this is going to sound Very Strange, but I have a whole headcanon from a fic I've started working on but not yet published about the fact that he always sits in a way that make it easy for him to get up and run in one swift-motion. So, he always has at least one foot solidly on the ground, which is the case here. But, if he had both knees up (and feet on the ground), his second leg would be a sort of fence between them, he'd be a lot less relaxed and open towards her with both knees pulled up, which we don't want, because this is a scene where they're having a dialogue.

This conundrum honestly did led me at one point to sitting on the floor of my apartment, trying to find a position for him that worked. Sometimes, I think my neighbours probably think I'm totally cray lol. Then, describing as best as I could, adding in distance (3 or 4 feet cause I'm never bloody sure what a fucking foot is, please adopt metres people!) and light from the sun because it's a hot spring day and I wanted to convey that. She's in the shade because she's not Stupid; I headcanon that Harry's skin is on the "darker" side for a white person (a bit like my own, tbh, is that a self-insert? lmao) and that he tans pretty easily, meaning that he likes to think he never gets burnt, although that is totally Not True. I honestly think about these things too much lol.

Then, their looks are, as you said, also a symbol. She is looking at the castle - which she hates - and he is looking at the water. They're both not looking at each other, though their actual body language is very relaxed and open. That's the contrast I wanted to play with, for obvious reasons as this chapter is very ambivalent.

But, honestly, I almost deleted that paragraph before I published cause it bored me. I'm now glad I didn't, haha.

[river-bottom-nightmare]

Nightwing #80 Review

woot woot i’ve kept it up for three issues lets gooo. i liked this issue more than the last one. there’s a lot of fanon dick characterization peppered in, but not so much that it puts me off entirely. also, i’m getting increasingly concerned about bitewing. but i did like tim in this one, very nice

look at all the blue and purple and pink. honestly at this point, i’m a broken record but come on come on come onnnnnnn. the blue and pink is very pretty though. this cover’s a bit offputting at first, and a bit spiraly, which i’m sure was the intended effect.

this is a genuine concern of mine. dick’s a vigilante, and he doesn’t have the same sprawling network and resources that bruce does. (even if he is a billionaire now, he hasn’t amassed the same collection of crime-fighting equipment that bruce has.) 

i’m not sure if he’ll be able to take care of bitewing. damian’s got plenty of pets, but alfred used to take care of them, and now bruce plus the rest of the batfam is taking care of them. as far as we know, babs only drops by occasionally, and the same goes for dick’s family and friends. will dick be able to give bitewing the love and time and affection that a traumatized puppy like her needs? i really hope so.

she does look adorable in this panel tho.

dick. richard. richie. baby. why are you shirtless.

you have scars upon scars. probably chemical burns. bullet wounds. weird fucking squiggly lines from knives that only psychos with blade fetishes use. no normal person has the body that you do. and you don’t think that showing up shirtless in front of the police is going to raise suspicion? you don’t think that the people accusing you of murder are going to look at someone who looks like they’re a fucking mob enforcer and go hmm that’s a bit suspicious?

put on a SHIRT jesus CHRIST it’s like you’re not even trying to hide your identity.

look at this pompous little princess demanding only the highest quality head pets i’d burn down latvia for her. (no offense latvians it was the first country that popped into my head.)

pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy-

no seriously kudos to the artist here. his expression is so human i wanna cry. dick, right now, is sheepishly asking a question. he knows he’s not going to get into any real trouble, he knows that he’ll be able to talk his way out of or somehow maneuver his way off this mess. but he’ll play nice for the police, so he’s asking a friend for a favour, part self-condescendingly and part oh-well-what-can-you-do.

and his expression reflects that. rather than a stoic expressionless face most male comic characters have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), rather than the weird desperate supposedly “seductive” face that most female comic characters plus dick grayson have when asking someone for something (or all the time really), he’s making a face that i pulled like yesterday. or the day before that. it’s kind of silly, kind of casual, very much human. i like it.

thank god. proper (in character) acknowledgement for officer grayson. yea, fuck cops in general, but i like that they included this line.

obviously, he’s not talking about the actual criminals, he’s talking about the police force itself. the bpd was too corrupt, and dick realized that he wasn’t helping. not only does one clean cop not make a dent in an overall dirty force, but dick was putting his allies in danger too. not only that, but it wasn’t good for dick’s mental health either. he was spreading himself too thin, and surrounding himself with some of the worst of crime 24/7 did a number on him. dick’s got a history of self-sacrificing tendencies, and i’m just glad he’s not a cop anymore.

dick has a gotham rogues mug. they make gotham rogue mugs, and dick has one.

what kinda city looks at it’s frankly horrible crime history and long list of certifiably insane serial killers who are all still alive and actively committing war crimes and goes “oooooh yea imma put that on a coffee mug!” gotham, that’s who.

this isn’t important i just like how all of bitewing’s barks are blue

back straight, hand on his hip, cheerful smile on his face as he says he’s being accused for murder. love that for him.

they couldn’t have said “yea it’s complicated” in a better way even if they put the words “yea it’s complicated” right there on the page in bold red letters. literally all the love to the artists.

dick please. you’re KILLING ME what the actual fuck IS THAT???? WHY DO YOU HAVE A MUG OF THAT???

anyway nightwing collects novelty mugs confirmed.

this paneling is so beautiful. 

tim’s the focus, but he’s not the first thing you see. he’s placed in a way that forces the reader to drag their eyes all the way up the page in order to reach him. it us know just how high up tim is carelessly crouching, especially close to the ledge of the building too. i cannot think of a single better way to introduce a character, and this character in particular: you instantly know this is a version of tim with plenty of experience and training, is comfortable in his body and knows his limits, but still hangs onto that civilian awe of being in a high place and overlooking a brightly lit city.

absolute classic robin. i love it. 

this isn’t even that important but it made me happy. this is how you train surf.

you don’t crouch or bend over when you get to a tunnel, which is oddly enough what most people think (at least from my experience). you bend backward. that not only 100% ensures that you’ll make sure you’re low enough to make it through the tunnel (because you can see the top of the tunnel, unlike when you crouch or bend), but it also makes it easier to get up: all you have to do is push up with your arms into a bent stance, and you’ll be in a ready, moving position. from a bend or a crouch, getting up is more awkward and more slow.

on a meta level, i like that this creative team knows what they’re doing when it comes to the small, almost unimportant stuff like that, because it makes the action more real. (as real as you can get with a guy running around stealing hearts.)

on a in-universe level, it once again drives home both dick and tim’s experience and professional level skill.

regardless of who you side with in the “should tim drake be robin again?” debate, you gotta admit that tim’s rebirth robin suit is r a d as fuck. if i’m not mistaken, this is the same one he was wearing in 2019 young justice for a little bit? it’s cute and hella cool i like it.

remember what i said about human expressions? doesn’t happen as often to tim bc he’s a Child, but it’s still nice to note when someone humanizes him, too. (that’s why i love the duckboy panel so much lol.)

me, at first: that’s not a “good call” dick that’s just common sense

me, now: sprinkled throughout the entire comic we can see dick bending to tim’s instructions if only briefly, joking with him to keep the mood light while still maintaining a serious mood and retaining control over this particular outing. this implies that dick’s doing it intentionally, purposefully leaving places in his sentences blank and offering affirmations, in order to encourage tim and train him in things bruce might not necessarily touch on, such as social chameleoning and misdirection techniques and love/affirmation from a family member. dick is not only a loving and supportive big brother, but he never stops training his younger brother in better vigilante tecnhiques because he wants tim to be better than him. in this essay i will-

d o g g o

also bitewing is getting so many head pats today i’m living for it

look at him, standing on a telephone wire with ease. nice flex, dick.

also look at how he’s silhouetted. the moon’s full bright, bright enough that the sky around dick is light, too. (at least. i’m like 99% sure that’s the moon.) not like most batman comics, where it’s sometimes hard to distinguish bruce from the background, which is entirely on purpose.

gotham is a dark gritty city, and so is bruce. the two of them are one. bludhaven may be a bit of a mess, but it’s being portrayed in all these different shades of blue and purple and pink, that are all light enough that dick stands out from the background. he hasn’t been swallowed up by the city, and chances are that he won’t ever be. also, the colouring helps establish bludhaven as a city too. there’s still hope for it. the light colouring means that it’s not going to sink into a pit as deep as the one bruce wove gotham into. the whole point of this nightwing arc in particular is to turn bludhaven into a better place, and it’s (most likely) letting us know early on that dick is going to accomplish that. he’ll struggle, but he’ll do it.

so dick??? dick designed his escrima sticks with a situation like this in mind? he created his signature and most iconic weapon (other than his chatty mouth), with a built in feature that turns his escrima sticks into tim’s signature and most iconic weapon???? just so that if he and tim ever got into a situation where tim didn’t have his staff, dick could make sure tim had the thing that would give him an edge over anyone he was fighting??? he’s such a big brother oh my goddd.

also tim’s smirk in this is just *chef kiss.* a staff is something he can work with, a staff is something he wields like an extension of his arm, a staff is means that someone’s about to get their ass kicked because tim’s about to beat the shit outta them.

this is my new phone background.

they really made sure we remembered that hey, those first few months when bruce was grieving too much to be any sort of a mentor to tim and was still unwilling to properly train him to be robin out of fear that he would end up like jason, dick was the one who stepped up (once he got over himself and his own fears and hangups with bruce) and trained tim to be robin, trained him how to fight and flip and fuckin fly out there, all while changing his own style a bit to be the more experienced one in the partnership while still trusting said partner to hold their own, so dick and tim have a very unique and cohesive fighting style that makes it hell for anyone who fights them together, didn’t they?

[cinnaminsvga]

Sweeter than Strawberries | Jungkook

→ summary: at euphoria bakery, seasonal changes also bring seasonal menu items. when you find out that your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake was phased out after the end of summer, it takes only one puppy eyed look from you for jeon jungkook to make it for you anyway—just don’t tell his boss about it, alright?

→ genre: bakery!au, s2l, fluff → warnings: none unless you count the fact that i’m writing shy!jungkook again :^D, we love mutual pining in this house ex dee → words: 4.5K → a/n: this was commissioned by @ihatemathanal​!! i was super stoked to write this bc it’s really cute and sometimes it’s nice to just write happy fluffy things every once in a while (aka zee is turning into a fluff writer jfc) it got a lil longer than it was supposed to, but that’s bc i got carried away lol anyway i hope you guys enjoy!! (ps: this also works for the bgw bingo so... tyg for s2l fics!! let’s get it!!)

For the most part, the beginning of autumn is usually your favorite time of the year. When the tree leaves begin to yellow and the air gains a significantly colder bite, this signifies the end of pit stains and sweaty thighs and the start of sweater paws and chapped lips. Above all, you are most excited, of course, for an excuse to gorge yourself on steaming mugs of hot chocolate, paired with delicious mountains of warm gooey brownies.

For the most part, these are all things that often get you excited for the coming chill. What you do not think to remember, however, is that while these seasonal changes bring more good than bad, there still remains a little snag: a small oversight, if you will. As businesses all over the world begin the annual transition to the colder months, so does your favorite bakery across the street from your university. After all, summer ingredients grow scarcer as the year nears its end, so it’s understandable for bakeries to switch up their menu to keep up with both the supply and demand.

What does any of this have to do with anything? Well, long story short—

Your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake is about to get phased out. No, scratch that—it’s already been phased out, right from under your very nose, no less!

You shouldn’t have been surprised, really. You have always known it was a specialty drink; your best friend had even been the one to introduce it to you just near the end of your summer classes:

“This is Euphoria Bakery,” Namjoon had said with a smile, waving cheerily at the two boys manning the till. You heard him chuckle in amusement when your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, staring longingly at the sweet treats and baked goods lining the display case.

Namjoon had stolen your attention away, however, when he pointed to the chalkboard menu on the wall. As it turned out, the bakery also doubled as a cafe, serving the usual coffees and teas while also making the occasional specialty drink for different seasons or holidays. The chalkboard was decorated beautifully, the menu items written out in neat cursive with tiny little doodles littering its margins. On one of the boards, there was a new drink item being advertised in bold pink letters—a great summer treat!—or so it said.

“Jungkook-ssi, can you get me and Y/N a strawberry shortcake milkshake? Extra whipped cream for me, please!” Namjoon called out to one of the boys, startling the younger of the two. The boy, Jungkook, must have been busy fiddling with the cash register that he hadn’t noticed your arrival.

“N-Namjoon-hyung? Sorry, I was just busy counting the money—” Jungkook stopped short in his speech, his tongue getting caught in his mouth when his eyes landed directly on you. He had made a strangled sound, like he had swallowed his spit too quickly and was struggling to regain his composure. “H-Hello?”

You realized belatedly that he must have been greeting you, as you had been distracted by his fidgetiness. His nervousness was cute, if a little bit contagious; you couldn’t help feeling anxious too, like your heart was missing every other beat, even though you had no reason to be. “Hello! My name is Y/N. It’s my first time coming here, but Namjoon says your new summer menu item is really good? I wanted to try it out for myself.”

Jungkook nodded, still staring wide-eyed at you as if in a trance. You expected him to start... well. You weren’t an expert on how bakeries or cafes are run, but you were pretty sure he should’ve started doing something after you had spoken, perhaps ring up your order on the register, or start working on your drinks. Instead, he’s still frozen in place, like he’d somehow short-circuited within the last two minutes.

It seemed you weren’t the only one who noticed his odd behavior because the man working with him suddenly pushed Jungkook to the side, a brief smirk flashing across his face before it was quickly replaced by a more subdued, professional smile.

“Sorry about him. He’s usually my best baker, but sometimes he can get a little... distracted when he’s confronted with sweet things,” the man said nonchalantly, but it seemed that his innocent-sounding comment had embarrassed Jungkook greatly.

“Jimin-hyung!” Jungkook whined, stomping his foot not unlike a bunny. If you squinted a little bit, you could definitely see the resemblance.

Namjoon, who had been quietly watching everything unfold, chose that moment to pipe up. “Oh, I see. I didn’t know you had a type, but after thinking about it—” Namjoon shot a surreptitious glance at you, before turning back to Jungkook with a teasing grin, “—I can definitely see why.”

At the time, you had no idea what was going on, mostly confused as to why Jungkook had suddenly become so red-faced while Namjoon and Jimin giggled like a couple of high school girls. It seemed like you were somehow the main reason for his embarrassment, so you were quick to poke Namjoon in the stomach, effectively silencing him.

“Hey! Stop teasing the poor boy. He’s just being nice,” you said, pointing a soft smile back at Jungkook. “Sorry about him. I’m sure you’re an excellent baker, judging from how wonderful and cute all these cakes on the display look.” Somehow, your praise had only made Jungkook’s cheeks brighten even further. He cleared his throat as if to say something in response, before changing his mind and scuttling away to the back room instead.

“I’m going to start making your milkshake! D-don’t mind me!” He called out from behind the door, causing Jimin to finally break down into raucous giggles, nearly doubling over from his own mirth.

“Aish, that kid. He never learns, huh…” Jimin sighed, but the smile on his face is kind—the sort of fond look an older brother might have for his kid brother. He turned back to you and Namjoon with that lingering softness as he rang the two of you up, before chatting idly with you as you waited for Jungkook to finish making your drinks.

“I’ve never seen you around, Y/N-ssi. Jungkook—sorry, I meant I definitely would’ve noticed you if I did. You go to the same university as Namjoon-ssi, right?” Jimin asked, flipping a pen between his fingers with incredible dexterity. You were slightly distracted by that, faintly jealous of how his short fingers could somehow manage such a feat.

“I—yeah, I do. I’m assuming you’re also a student?”

“Yep. I actually met Namjoon-ssi when we took that one music theory class together. I was handing out flyers for this bakery after class and he happened to be one of the first people to actually come,” he said, winking at Namjoon. You watched with much interest when your friend turned a faint shade of pink, his hand coming up behind his neck—a signature tick of his whenever he was feeling shy or nervous.

“I-It was nothing… I mean, your seasonal drinks are always so good! I remember your old snowman-shaped donuts with the raspberry filling? I still dream of it sometimes,” Namjoon sighed, eyes going glassy for a moment.

Jimin laughed, his eyes crinkling into cute little crescents. “Oh, stop it! I remember how you’d come here even after we stopped serving that donut and you’d beg us to make them again.”

“And yet you never did, even though I know you have the ingredients to make them,” Namjoon pouted, but there’s endearment dancing in his expression.

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. “I never pegged Namjoon as a sweet-tooth guy, so this is honestly all a very big surprise to me. I should be pumped for this milkshake then, huh? Hopefully, you aren’t just hyping it up and I’ll end up disappointed.”

Before either Namjoon or Jimin could retort, Jungkook had reappeared from the back room with two large cups in hand, almost tripping over his untied apron string but managing to get to the counter in one piece.

“Here you go. I hope you won’t be disappointed when you try it,” he said, gaze averted downwards when he hands you your cup. Your fingers grazed each other for a second, nearly causing both of you to drop the drink like it was on fire.

“S-sorry,” you laughed it off, feeling your ears get a little red from your blunder. You pointedly ignored Namjoon’s arched brow, no doubt enjoying your sudden shyness. Without waiting for him to get his own cup, you casually tear off the straw wrapper and take your first sip of the drink.

“So?” Jungkook asked after a while, watching with bated breath as you take a good gulp of the milkshake. “How is it? Is it worth the hype?” You don’t speak for a moment, further aggravating the two bakers as you carefully chewed on the bits of strawberry in the drink.

“This—” you said, speaking slowly for increased dramatic effect. You could hear Namjoon groan beside you, used to your need for unnecessary anticipation. Even as you paused for a moment longer, you could already feel the smile creeping up your face, unable to completely hide your giddiness. “—is fantastic. Show-stopping. Best thing since sliced bread! I could live on this shit alone.”

Jungkook released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding, chuckling in relief as you began to completely devour the treat in mere minutes. “I’m… really glad you like it,” he said with a wide, toothy grin. You were so immersed in your drink that you missed the way he sighed softly, hand gently cradling his chest where his heart would be.

Namjoon had taken his own sip as well, sighing dreamily as the creamy and sweet flavor overtook his palate. “Truly the best drink in existence. If I was a Twitch streamer or some shit, I’d promote this regularly for free.”

His comment made Jimin giggle softly, but his gaze is trained on something else entirely. “I’m flattered, but maybe don’t promote Y/N’s cup, over here. We don’t typically have strawberries and hearts doodled all over our cups,” he said, smirking slyly.

Lo and behold, your cup did have small doodles littering its sides whereas Namjoon’s was just a plain white paper cup. “Oh,” you said, blushing furiously when you finally noticed. Your flush was nothing compared to the one on Jungkook’s cheeks, however. The two of you refused to make eye contact after that, both of you trying (and failing) to silence the amused snickers of your respective friends.

Despite that slightly embarrassing (and heartwarming) experience, that had marked the start of your love for the tiny bakery and their special strawberry shortcake milkshake. You returned to Euphoria Bakery as often as you could throughout the summer, even going to visit it without Namjoon most of the time. You would even occasionally go out of your way to visit the bakery, even after your summer classes had ended and there was really no reason for you to be around the area.

It also didn’t hurt that the boy behind the counter was especially cute, with his big doe eyes and melodic laughter that always got your heart beating erratically in your chest. It hadn’t taken long for you to admit to yourself that you had a not-so-tiny crush and every visit to the bakery only made you fall deeper for him.

Namjoon has assured you that Jungkook clearly has a crush on you too, but you’re quick to shut him down. It is one thing to be shy and awkward around a girl and another to have a crush on the aforementioned girl. As you visited the bakery more and more, you do notice that Jungkook is more reserved when it comes to other female clientele, although, dare you hope? He does seem a little bit more… nervous, when he talks to you, but that could be your lovesick eyes playing tricks on you.

Never mind the fact that he only ever seems to leave cute doodles on your cups alone, but that could just be a coincidence, right? After all, he can hardly hold a conversation with you when you try to speak with him, always eager to rush to the backroom to make your drink.

Your visits usually consist of making idle chit chat with Jimin after greeting both him and Jungkook. The younger boy often dips the moment he sees you through the glass door, automatically going to prepare your favorite summer treat without even having to ask for your order. He never stays to stick around long enough to make conversation, as he eventually excuses himself to do some chore or another. During one of your trips, you tentatively asked Jimin if Jungkook was avoiding you, to which the blonde boy just laughed heartily at your query.

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N. He’ll come around eventually; he’s just nervous. Don’t tell him I told you this, but…” he trails off, peeking over his shoulder to make sure Jungkook wouldn’t accidentally overhear him. When he turns back to you, the smirk on his face is equal parts amused and mischievous. He looks a little impish, though you aren’t sure if he’d take that too kindly. “Jungkook always stares out the door, waiting for you to arrive. I’ve caught him red-handed far too many times for it to be a coincidence.”

Your cheeks flush warmly at his words but don’t say anything after that. You suppose all you can do is wait for him to start warming up to you eventually, and you hope the day comes sooner as the summer days grow shorter and shorter.

Of course, that day does come eventually, but probably not on the day you wished it would happen.

Like all good things, summer comes to its close and so does the summer menu options offered at Euphoria Bakery. Jimin had already told you a week beforehand that your favorite strawberry shortcake milkshake would get phased out as soon as July hit, but you refused to listen. You had hoped that as his regular customer and friend, perhaps Jimin would make an exception and prolong the milkshake’s lifetime for your sake, but it seems that Jimin has made it clear that friendship and business are two separate entities that he will not allow to coincide.

“Please Jimin? Just one more time? I’ll even settle for a small size,” you beg, your entire body draped over the cashier counter like the pathetic plebeian that you are. Thankfully, since you have made it a habit to pass by the bakery when it’s close to closing time, there aren’t any other patrons left to judge your pitiful display. Unthankfully, that also means Jimin is free to flick you on the forehead with no holds barred, leaving a large red welt where his finger hits.

“I already told you that I won’t budge, not even if you licked my Balenciagas. Besides, we’re out of strawberries anyway.” Jimin huffs, rolling his eyes at your pained whines as you grasp your head in agony. “Oh stop it, will you? I didn’t even hit you that hard.”

“I beg to differ, hyung.” Jungkook pipes up, startling both you and Jimin. Jungkook is usually content to wiping down the glass displays or tables while he passively listens to the two of you bicker, humming occasionally to indicate that he’s still listening, so it comes as a small surprise whenever he does decide to speak up. He must have noticed this too, as his ears quickly begin to redden as he scrambles to finish his sentence. “I-I mean, hyung might have small hands, but his finger flicks are no joke. You could break someone’s skull with that thing.”

“Who are you calling small, huh?” Jimin growls, but the playful smirk on his face tells you that he’s just teasing. He pulls Jungkook in a headlock, who surprisingly doesn’t seem all that bothered by the fact that Jimin is actively trying to block his windpipe with his strong forearms. “Take it back!”

“Never,” Jungkook wheezes, effortlessly removing himself from Jimin’s grip. He dusts himself off, not even breathless. “Also, why’d you lie to Y/N like that? We still have strawberries in the back. How else would we make our strawberry jam tarts?”

Jimin squawks indignantly, folding his arms. “How dare you sell out our company secrets! I could fire you for that!”

Jungkook scoffs, bumping Jimin with his hip. Jungkook must also not know his own strength, because he accidentally causes Jimin to stumble a few steps back, nearly toppling over one of their bread racks. “You’re joking. If you fired me, no one would be able to make the bagels in the morning because you never know how to proof them correctly.”

“Slander!” Jimin hisses, pinching Jungkook’s side in retaliation. You and Jungkook laugh at his childish pouts, but the older boy can’t hide his own mirth for too long. “Fine. You can stay. But you,” he points at you this time, eyes narrowing with suspicion. “You better not seduce my boy over here to make your strawberry shortcake milkshake. I have eyes and ears everywhere.” He drags his finger to the corner of the walls, where there is—

“There’s nothing there?” You follow where he’s pointing, but all you can see is a stray cobweb that Jungkook must have missed while dusting this morning. “Am I supposed to be looking at something?”

“Jimin is thinking of installing surveillance cameras soon. He’s convinced that someone is trying to steal his banana cream pie recipe.” Jungkook shrugs. He slings an arm around Jimin’s shoulder, glaringly delighted when their height difference becomes even more apparent while he stands close to him. “Anyway, I promise I won’t get ‘seduced’ by her, or whatever you want to call it. Why don’t you head home early for tonight? I’ll close up and I’ll try to convince Y/N to try our other pastries as a replacement.”

You open your mouth to try and protest, but Jungkook sends you a cheeky wink, making sure that his boss doesn’t catch him in the act. Bemused but interested to see what he’s up to, you decide to keep quiet and wait for him to continue.

“Don’t try and think you’re being slick here, buddy,” Jimin says, closing in on Jungkook’s personal space by pressing his chest against his. “If I see that you break the bakery code and serve her that drink… There will be consequences.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes, sighing dramatically as he gently pries the smaller man away from him. “Yeah, yeah. I got you. No funny business, I promise. Now get out of here, hyung. Leave the rest to me.”

Jimin gives him one last firm look before squinting warily at you, lips pursed tightly. “No seducing,” he repeats, wagging his finger at you. He unties the apron around his neck, throwing it haphazardly at the coat hanger on the back door where his jacket was hanging. He folds it over his arm and points at the corner of the ceiling with his free hand once more before exiting through the front entrance, the soft bells hanging above the doorway tinkling in his wake.

When he’s gone, you release a breath that you hadn’t realized you had been holding. “Well, that was easier than expected. I didn’t think you’d be able to get him to leave. He must trust you a lot, huh?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Nah. He’s just lazy. He hates closing the bakery and will jump at any opportunity to go home early.”

You nod. “Seems like him.” There’s a beat of silence. “So… How much seducing am I gonna have to do to get my milkshake, huh?”

Like you guessed, Jungkook immediately turns red at your words, spluttering and stammering over his spit for a few seconds before managing to come up with a reply. “O-oh, there’s no need for that. I was gonna make the drink for you anyway.”

“But what about the quote-unquote consequences?” you ask, still worried that you might be getting Jungkook in trouble. You’d rather have your arm cut off than have him get punished, no matter how small it might be.

“No need to worry about that. Jimin might pretend to be a prickly old man sometimes, but he’s mostly just full of hot air,” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll just make me treat him to some skewers or something. He’s just teasing.”

“If… If you say so? I just really don’t want him to get angry with you…” you say, voice turning small as you tried to reign your embarrassment in. “I know I made a fool of myself just moments ago and begged like a baby for the milkshake, but I was just exaggerating…”

“Something tells me that you aren’t, but let’s pretend for your sake that you are,” Jungkook says. You huff indignantly at his teasing, but you’re more overjoyed by the sight of his cute bunny smile. You had only seen it in passing a few times in the past, but seeing it directed at you is an entirely different experience. Because of you, your mind helpfully supplies.

He heads over to the backroom to begin preparing your drink, but he keeps the door open this time so you can see him even from behind the counter. You can mostly only see the large industrial ovens and bread racks filled to the brim with all sorts of pastries proofing for the night, but you do catch a glimpse of the sole blender near the back. Jungkook grabs the glass jar first and then walks over to the fridge just out of your sight, most likely to grab the ingredients needed for your milkshake.

The bakery is mostly silent, save for the sound of Jungkook moving and assembling everything. You rack your brain for some sort of conversation starter, as the atmosphere between the two of you has begun to return to its usual awkward state as you skirt around each other, unsure of where either of you stands. You might have known him for a while now, but today is the most you’ve ever spoken to him and the tension is palpable.

“So.” You clear your throat, heart beating a mile a minute in your chest. “I… guess this is going to be the last time I have this drink, huh?”

The sound of Jungkook chopping on the cutting board pauses for a second. You can only see his left shoulder from where you’re standing, but you can see it tense even then. “I… I mean, will you stop coming over to the bakery if it is the last time?”

There are so many things you want to say all at once, but the words somehow get caught in your throat. You want to say that you love coming to the bakery to see them (though it’s mostly Jungkook if you’re being honest) and that the strawberry shortcake milkshake had just been an excuse to visit for a while now. You want to keep visiting for as long as they’ll have you—but you don’t know how to say it without hot humiliation running down your spine. You don’t want to weird him out by confessing to him all of a sudden. And so, you clam up, not knowing how to respond.

When Jungkook throws in all the ingredients in the blender, he doesn’t turn it on immediately. He tilts his head to the side, not fully looking at you but giving you a view of his beautiful side profile. You see his Adam’s apple bob for a moment, his tongue poking out to wet his lips before he speaks. “Because… If that’s how it’s going to be, then maybe… buying a couple of skewers for Jimin won’t be so bad.”

You freeze. “What? Are you saying that...”

“I’ll keep making the drink for you, even if it’s not on the menu anymore?” Jungkook finishes, turning fully to face you. There’s a shy grin on his face, coupled with the ever-present pink flush high on his cheekbones. “Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. We’ll have to be sneaky about it, though. You’ll have to come to the bakery only when I’m closing so that he doesn’t catch us but otherwise…” He scratches the tip of his nose, looking embarrassed. “If… If you’re fine doing that, I mean.”

It feels like an eternity before you can remember how to function like a regular human being again. Your insides feel like molten lava and you’re certain that your internal organs have begun to self-destruct right after that super-effective hit from Jeon Jungkook, super baker boy extraordinaire. It’s mind-blowing how effortlessly cute he can be, making you realize belatedly that his quiet demeanor over the past few weeks had been a blessing and not a curse. If he had been this sweet with you from the get-go, you’d surely be melted butter on a sidewalk by now.

“I would love you—I mean, I would love it if you did that for me, actually.” You stammer, resisting the urge to punch yourself in the tit. You’re thankful for the lack of mirrors at the bakery, for you are positive that you must look like the devil’s blazing red testicles at this point.

“Great,” Jungkook smiles softly. He turns the blender off, pouring your drink into a paper cup. “Oh, before I forget…” He grabs a marker from the small tin can near the cash register, and you watch as he quickly scribbles a few hearts around the circumference of the cup. “There we go. Now it’s done.”

As Jungkook hands your drink to you, you’re hit with a moment of déjà vu when your fingers brush just like the first time you had met. You sense the same familiar shock of electricity when you touch, but instead of pulling away like before, Jungkook surprises you for the third time that day.

When he’s sure that you have a secure grip on your cup, he grabs your free hand with his, unfurling your fingers until he can get a hold of your pinky. He curls his pinky into yours, linking them together with a bashful smile on his lips. “There. Now we pinky promised to each other.”

“Y-yes. Of course,” you mumble, giggling lightly when he still refuses to let go. “I pinky promise.”

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Five minutes away from Euphoria Bakery, Jimin sits quietly in his parked car, his figure hunched over the small screen of his phone as he chuckles loudly to himself. There is a tiny video of two people, a boy and a girl, with their hands held together. Despite the quality being grainy and warped, Jimin needs no confirmation as to who those people are; he’s always known, after all.

“All according to keikaku.” He whistles happily, already salivating at the thought of all the skewers Jungkook will have to buy for him.

[haikyuucute]

I saw that your requests were open so I ran to your ask box because babes!! Your work is so good 😂 Could I request a before and after dating scenario of Alpha!Sugawara and a fiesta omega who constantly teases him? Reader soon goes through her heat cycle and acts the exact opposite of how she normally does? could you add a lil smut in there too pls? 👀 if you’re feelin it.

I wrote this similar to my Tendou fic, where the beginning is written as headcanons and the smut is a drabble

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Sugawara had never met an omega as outgoing and feisty as you were and because of that, he immediately felt an attraction towards you

It was when he had stepped into the gym to find you wrestling with Nishinoya, yelling something or other about him buying the last strawberry milk and to give it to you

lol of course you were friends with the overexcited alpha

But Suga was pretty surprised to see you holding your own against the alpha— he didn’t know that you two wrestled way too often

You had successfully pried the milk from his hands bolting towards the door, luckily Tanaka had held Noya back

And when you spotted Suga by the door, you stopped, a grin growing on your face as you looked at the pretty setter

”You’re cute”

Suga’s face flushed fifty shades of red, he didn’t get flustered easily but he hadn’t expected an omega to be so bold— especially such a pretty one

You burst into giggles and poked his cheek

”Aww you’re all red. How cute!”

That was when Tanaka yelled at you to leave since his hold was loosening on Noya

You jumped and bolted for the door, but not before shouting at Suga:

”Bye cutie!”

He stared after you stunned with his heart hammering in his chest, immediately demanding to know who you were from the pouting Noya

“She’s an evil omega— ow! Fine that’s (L/N) (F/N)!”

As far as Suga was concerned, you were already his omega from that moment on

Your scent had lingered in the back of his mind— you smelled like candy

It was so sweet he could practically taste it on his tongue when he thought of you

He just wished his second encounter with you had gone better

A few days later he smelled that same overwhelmingly sweet scent and immediately ran towards it

Only to find you scenting Noya in the courtyard

His throat immediately tightened— did he read the situation wrong? Were you actually mates with Noya? Then why would you call him cute?

He stood frozen as he watched you run your wrists up and down Noya’s arms while the libero grinned

A few moments later, you and Noya had noticed him

A pretty smile grew on your lips as you spotted Suga, grinning excitedly

Noya bounded towards him, briefly greeting him before running past him, yelling back at you

”Thanks (F/N)— I’m sure those omegas are gonna be jealous now with you scent all over me!”

Suga furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he stared after Noya

Only turning around when he felt you tap on his shoulder

He jumped at seeing how close you had gotten, that same teasing smile on your lips

”Sugawara-senpai, right? Noya told me your name.”

He blinked and slowly nodded still completely confused as to what you and Noya were doing before

”What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” “....What uh— what were you two doing?”

He regretted asking as soon as your face lit up even more

“Oh— Suga-senpai, are you jealous?” “No!” “Well if you must know, Noya-chan asked me to scent him cause he thinks if these omegas that he likes smell another omega’s scent on him, they’ll get jealous— but I guessed it worked for me instead”

He blushed deeply again, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling stupid

”Do you want to go out with me?”

And once again, he was taken aback by your boldness, but with a red face he quickly nodded and agreed to go out with you

When the two of you finally started going out, Suga swore it was the most fun he had ever had

You were extroverted and playful and would constantly drag him place after place when you went out on dates, constantly teasing him the whole time

Soon enough, Suga was able to get more used to your playfulness and eventually was able to show his own playful and mischievous side with you

Whenever you two were together it sometimes turned into a teasing match to see who could make who blush first— you usually won

Though you were also a bit of a handful for him sometimes

You were easily excited— much like Noya and Hinata— and sometimes you behaved that way at the worst of times, making him have to calm you down

This also lead to you sometimes trying to challenge him, making your fiery personality show

It was also during one of these moments where your first kiss took place

You had stared at Suga with narrowed eyes when he attempted to calm you down and with the whole team watching, he felt put on the spot

So he grabbed you by the shoulders and kissed you

When he pulled away, you were completely flustered

When you got closer, simply scenting you with his wrists wasn’t enough, so the two of you would end up cuddled for hours

However, one of your favorite things was to get Noya to scent you, cuz when Suga smelled his scent on you, it would get him riled up and possessive

So he’d try to cover up Noya’s scent

But you’d run away, turning it into a game of cat and mouse that would eventually end in the two of you wrestling until Suga got his way

Eventually his rut had arrived before your heat, and you hadn’t gone into heat either when you helped Suga through his rut

Which meant you were hellbent on making it difficult for him to dominate you

You bit his shoulder and yanked on his hair, flipping the two of you over as often as possible so you could be on top

You tried to restrain his hands in yours but he easily loosened his grip since he was much stronger

And you teased and taunted him relentlessly

You had practically made him go feral, the only way he was able to get you to completely submit was to flip you onto your stomach, hold your wrists together behind your back, while each of your moans were muffled by your panties that he had shoved in your mouth

After that rut, he made sure to go out and buy a gag for you

And eventually your heat would arrive about a month later

Suga didn’t know what to expect when he walked into your room to see you in heat for the first time

But it definitely wasn’t what he had thought

The omega that laid on your bed was unrecognizable

You were curled up in a ball and whimpering with tears in your eyes

You immediately smelled him once he stepped in, looking at him longingly

“Alpha, please... need you...”

Your voice was so unlike you and suddenly, Suga was thinking back to how difficult you had made his rut

It was only fair he returned the favor~

“Please Alpha,” you sobbed uselessly, trying to grind against him but his hands kept you still.

Suga had you on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt in your soaking pussy— but he refused to move, making you two cockwarm, while listening to your desperate pleads for him to do something.

He smiled, satisfied with the completely destroyed look on your face. He leaned forward slightly, kissing your forehead, “Once you show me you can be a good girl and stay still for more than five minutes, I’ll fuck you however you want my sweet Omega.”

Another broken sob left you as you buried your face in his neck, hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

It was impossible, you could practically feel him throbbing in your cunt. You felt so hot everywhere— you needed to cum or else you’d lose your mind.

You sobbed against his neck, warm tears hitting his skin. Your cries did pull at his heart and he wanted nothing more than to please you, but whenever he thought back to his rut, he was able to hold his ground, because maybe if he made this difficult for you, you’d be better behaved during his next rut.

And Sugawara was determined on making this very difficult.

He’d occasionally shift on purpose to pull a moan out of you, making it nearly impossible to not grind down against him, which only served to prolong the entire thing. Or he’d move a hand to toy with your clit, making you move every single time without fail.

It had already been a half hour and your sobs only increased, begging for him to do anything.

But you behaved, managing to keep still for five minutes.

He cupped your jaw, pulling you from the crook of his neck so he could look at your tear streaked face. He sighed, running a hand through your tangled hair.

He leaned in, capturing your lips with his, to which you eagerly kissed back.

”So cute, pretty girl,” he cooed, “All you want to do is submit to your Alpha, hm?”

You sniffled, nodding your head.

He grinned at you teasingly, “Makes me wonder where my troublesome Omega went— will you be my good girl for the next few days?”

You nodded again, “Yes— I’ll be good- please make me cum Alpha.”

His smile grew, and he kissed your temple, “Then get on your hands and knees and show me how behaved you can be~”

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I feel like twst Aurora would meet y/n by walking through the forest. Sorta like when Aurora meets Phillip in the original movie

(*Me, dancing like a duck*)

Twst Aurora/Sleeping Beauty Idea For Anybody To Read

(Song is from Hadestown, Flowers)

(Y/N) was given homework for Mr. Crewels class to find the native flowers of Twisted Wonderland. She would of gone to the botanical gardens for her research. If only it wasn't crowded with other students. So her best bet was either the mountains or the forest. The forest was the best option.

After finding a few flowers and writing them down on the note book she brought with her. Her mind wanders off to Yuu and Grim, hoping they were doing alright with finishing the assignment, if not, she could always share her notes with them.

"I wonder. I wonder... I wonder why each little bird has a someone. To sing to sweet things to. A gay little love melody."

A song starts travel through the air. Soft and sweet, gentle and wistful. It was quite simple and romantic song, the person who was singing was quite good. The song starts to end.

"I wonder, I wonder.. If my heart keeps singing. Will my song go winging. To someone who'll find me. And bring back a love song to me.."

(Y/N) sighs gently at the song, holding her book close to her chest. "Oh, that was beautiful.." She whispers, acting as if she was a maiden in love. Enchanted by the beautiful singing, (Y/N) applauds to the singer. Wherever they may be.

Carefully, (Y/N) gets up from her sitting position and pats down her casual clothes. Nothing too casual though, just a simple white ruffled off-the-shoulder smocked shirt and a (f/c) skirt that went to her ankles. The girl wanted to wear something else, but she didn't have much clothes. So this was her best bet. Hints of dirt smear at the bottom of her skirt, but she could care less.

Heading deeper into the woods. (Y/N) does her best not to trip on some trees roots and killing the urge to jump into piles of leaves. Finding the next flower was easy enough. It reminded her of a song back in her world. Humming the tune under her breath, she said a few peices of the song.

"Lily white and poppy red... Nothing gonna wake you now.."

Humming the instrumental bit, (Y/N) looks over her notes. Nodding at the small flower, she sees a patch of the last flower she needed to find. Poking at one of the small buds, she closes the book after. Placing it down on the grassy floor as she leaned against a old tree. Picking up a red flower from the ground and twirled into between her fingertips while the once crimson petals flutter to the ground, leaving only a stem.

"Dreams are sweet, until there not.. Flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart.. Is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing, nothing gonna wake me now!"

(Y/N) smiles, that one part of the song always made it harder for her to sing. If only she sang it right the last few times she tried. Maybe she wouldnt have her voice crack from all those failed attempts. 'Oh well,' she thought.

"Flowers, I remember fields. Of flowers, soft beneath my heels. Walking in the sun, I remember someone. Someone by my side. Turned his face to mine."

"And then I turned away, into the shade.." The female puts her hand out to feel the warmth of the sun light on her skin. "You, the one I left behind. If you ever walk this way. Come and find me lying in the bed I made." (Y/N) finished, a reminiscent look of longing in her eyes.

"Well, that should be the last of it." Picking up her book, she stands straight and re-reads through the notes as she walks back to campus. Until she bumps into a tree, not looking where she was going. "Ow." Rubbing her forehead, the dull throb ceases for a little bit.

"I thought I heard something?" A voice said not to far from her. (Y/N) turns around, only to be met with nothing? "I guess it was nothing." The person said sadly.

(Y/N) peeks behind the tree she bumped into. A young boy around her age sat underneath a tree. Wearing a simple white shirt with a black buttoned vest and light grey pants. His head covered in curly locks of golden sunshine hair and lips red as a rose. Little birdies and forest critters surround him as he talks with them about a dream he had.

He seemed to be caught up in his own little world. Reminding her of a certain someone back on her college grounds.

Not wanting to bother him with her presence. (Y/N) decided to find another route to get back to Night Raven. The young male starts to hum a familiar tone she heard earlier. 'So he was the singer! Dang, he's got range.'

"You have a nice voice!" (Y/N) said aloud, regret sinks into her gut once she heard him gasp. "Who, who are you? Where are you?" (Y/N) slaps her forehead because of her own stupidity.

"Dammit!"

The male winced at the sound and her voice. "A-are you alright?" "I'm fine! I'm fine! Just.."

"I'm dumb, really, really, dumb." Sighing, (Y/N) apologized for speaking to him and frightening him. Not moving from her spot. "It's, okay. I can tell from your voice that you didn't mean it."

"Oh, good.. But I meant what I said. Your voice is really amazing!" "O-oh? Thank you."

The little woodlan creatures watch the boy, his rosy cheeks reddening. Some of the birdies fly over to where the girl hid herself. Chirping at her in awe, certainly she was fit for him in their eyes. (Y/N) looks up to see the birds and gets the wrong message. "I guess I overstayed my welcome, I should get going anyway."

(Y/N) hums the song she sang before and starts to move her feet. "Wait! Please wait!" Freezes and questions him for why he didn't want her to leave. "You were singing too, right?"

"I heard your voice before. You sang about flowers, didn't you?"

"I.. I did. Why you askin'?"

[Twst Aurora] gulps back his shyness. "I think you have a beautiful voice too." [Twst Aurora] stated, standing in front of the tree (Y/N) hid behind. "..." The NRC student goes silent.

[Twst Aurora] heard a twig snap and looks down to see two pairs of shoes emerge from behind the tree. Slowly looking up, he sees a young girl around his age standing in front of him. A soft grin on her lips. "Thanks, as I said before, your pretty good yourself."

Blush coated the girls cheek as the two were face to face. Wanting to step closer to him, she takes a step back instead. Suddenly, out of nowhere. A few apple blossom petals fell on her hair and nose. Shocked giggles espaces her lips as more flower petals fell on her. Looking up, she sees little birds and squirrels squeezed together as they look down at them from a branch.

The male only stares at her smile and listens to her melodious laughter. A light hearted grin settled on his red lips. His heart fluttering like a birds wing.

(Ask box is open! Dang this is very sappy, someone draw this romantic display! I'm joking lol! Also, the reason why (Y/N)'s words are in bold, and [Twst Aurora] aren't. Is because the songs are supposed to contrast with one another.)