#idk this show continues to stun me and i never know what's going to happen

[almondcroissantsandink]

it’s a black comedy. it’s psychological horror. it’s a grief-stricken character study of a family who thinks love is either a currency or a weakness, fighting tooth and nail, neck-deep in American corporate capitalism. i get physically ill sometimes when i watch it. why am i crying 

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#mmine atm just had a ribbon belt but it's waaayyyyy too short so. idk what to do other than get more ribbon and do some super gluing work

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Honestly how does one advocate to a psychiatrist that they suspect having a personality disorder / cluster of personality disorders without the psych thinking you're being over dramatic about your symptoms?

The last time I did a psych eval, it was invalid because I "over exaggerated [my] symptoms"

Which... Was not true. I was completely honest LOL

Anyways how can I advocate to my psychiatrist that I suspect personality disorders?

I really want to know if I have them so I can better help with them with therapy. And if a therapist is aware of the specifics of what I have, it'll definitely help them help me

11 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

#4

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome to Night Vale Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Carlos/Cecil Palmer Characters: Cecil Palmer, Carlos (Welcome to Night Vale), Earl Harlan, Josie Ortiz Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, in which cecil palmer is a radio host, but instead... at his university Summary:

Cecil Palmer hosts his own local radio show from the depths of Night Vale Community College, going on about strange things at 3 am. Carlos happens to stumble upon his ramblings as he studies for his finals, and so he wants to learn more about Cecil.

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“Anywho, this stranger just caught my eye. He wasn’t anyone I’d seen around the science building before. Because, again, I do hang around there quite often. Now, his hair was just… stunning. Long and luxurious.” Carlos found himself running his fingers through his own hair, greasy and slightly tangled from pulling at it out of frustration. “I asked Earl about him and I found out his name was Carlos - a transfer from, well… quite frankly, a school I’d never heard of.” When he heard his name, Carlos felt as if the coffee he drank was coming back for round two. Him? It couldn’t have been. His hair was… long, sure, but it was a mess. Nothing luxurious about it, he’d argue.

17 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

#3

You are driving down a road with your friend. It's nighttime and they're sound asleep in the passenger seat.

You try your best to avoid every crack or rock in the road as to not wake them.

You watch as street lights begin to disappear, leaving you stranded in the darkness with nothing but your headlights guiding the way, pulling you along.

The radio is on, though you never truly make out what is playing. It doesn't matter though. Your friend wanted it on to help them sleep, and who were you to tell them no?

You look at them for just a moment and you find yourself smiling. When you turn back to the road, you skid to a stop as a deer makes its way into the road.

The deer stands there, right in front of your car. Fearless. Most deer would have run across the street and into the woods by now. Most people would have woken up to the skidding car. But neither of those things happened.

As the deer stared at you, you felt as if it was looking into your soul. As if it were deeming if you were worthy or not. As if it were seeing if it wanted to allow you to continue.

You swore, at that moment, you hear the radio say your name. You couldn't make out anything after that. But you hear it.

The deer raised its head to the sky and you did the same, flicking off your lights to get the full view of the stars above.

Even without your headlights on, you knew the deer was looking back at you. And then it fled.

You turned your lights back on and looked at your sleeping friend, feeling as if you may have just met God. Or something of the sort.

You are driving down the road with your friend. It's nighttime and they're sound asleep in the passenger seat.

19 notes - Posted July 23, 2022

#2

I'm looking to raise funds for top surgery as I'm hoping to be able to get it done within the next year or two!

I've already had a consultation, so all I need now is to actually schedule it, which I was hoping to do when I had a bit more $$$

Anything helps!

126 notes - Posted April 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Autistic flirting is basically acting like a cat

- giving the person in question small objects that you think they'd like (like how cats will bring dead animals or toys to humans)

- sitting in the same room as them and doing your own thing is your favorite

- stares at them intensely when they're talking to you, practically slow blinking at them

- occasionally leaning against them or just doing subtle touches (I literally do rub my cheek on people like a cat does)

- sharing with them my favorite things (again, goes back to the giving humans a toy)

- biting them

- making weird noises at them

516 notes - Posted March 9, 2022

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[nightcall99]

Dream from 29.8.24

Dream 1: He and I hold each each. It was late, we came back after a night out and he came back to my house and we would get into bed and just hold each other. There was love, and a yearning for each other. I knew that this has happened in a few different occasions and the memory of it came back now. I had forgotten it. He used to hesitate coming to my house because obviously he has a girlfriend. But he always would come in because he couldn’t help it and neither could I. Everything just sort of fades away when we're together and we never judged each other. In the dream, I was standing there doing something else and all this was coming back to me. I felt some sense of... something. IDK what. Not guilt. More like, so this is how it has been and will continue to have to be if we stick around.

Dream 2: I was asleep and woke up and I could see from the window while I was lying there, that outside in the backyard people were dining in tables and chairs. I kept thinking, why have we turned into a restaurant? It felt like something my parents decided to do to make some extra money or because there was nothing to do. It was small circular tables with 2-4 people at each of them and maybe only 3-4 tables at that. I kept thinking the backyard is not very aesthetic, are people just ignoring that? I knew I could see them and that they couldn’t see me. Even so, I still lowered my blinds.

I thought about how if we're now a restaurant, and since his girlfriend lives in the area, what if both of them came here to eat? He would have to come here and pretend like he’d never been to my house before. And then I might into run into them and even if I didn’t, I didn’t want to see them there dining from my bedroom window.

Now that I’d woken up, I realised I had to go to work. It was a little later than I would usually get up but I still had time it was probably 8am and I would have leave in about half an hour to be at work at 9am. It felt like a Sunday. I knew that my half-relatives from my father's side were in the house, who I've only seen a handful of times and mostly in childhood at that. They were over for a bit I guess and my parents were showing them around. Irl they are from this city, but it felt like they'd come from interstate or something.

I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Usually I would be more self-conscious about running into people I don't know and I even knew that my male cousin had just been in there. But I had to get ready. When I went, I saw his toothbrush and some false teeth in the sink. I didn’t care I just went about my business even while knowing he was just in the next room and would return any second into the bathroom to retrieve what his toiletries. And so he did.

He was surprised to see me, I think I knew he had wanted to get a glimpse of me since we had not seen each other while he was here and I’d been asleep. He said, Don't let me interrupt what you're doing, I mean I’d know. In that moment, I thought he was a dentist not an optometrist like he is irl. I think he approved of my dental hygiene practices, but also it was like some kind of respect. My mouth was full of toothpaste, I made a few words of convo and anyways it felt like they were leaving now to go home. I said, Did you have a nice time here and he said, Yes it was lovely, I had a great time seeing what Melbourne has to offer. Then a few other people appeared in the bathroom like his wife (who is now his ex-wife irl) and since they were all leaving even though I hadn't seen them, much less cared about them, I bid them goodbye. I kissed each of them on the cheek.. Like 3 of them in a row. It was weird like they were lining up for their turn. I think they stunned at my demeanour. I was very nonchalant and unemotional. But they also accepted it. I had this focus about me. None of this mattered. I was going through the motions. I even smiled and said something like, See you next time. Then they left.

Other scenes from this dream:

I was fixing up my mattress and the sheets. I was thinking of telling AL about what happens between SM and I and how we have this secret relationship going on. I trusted her and also it felt like the truth of things needed to come out.

There were some stuffed animals from my childhood that I had thrown out but decided to take them out of the trash. They were worn and dirty with crap all over them. I took them out of the rubbish and just left them there under the table with the other stuffed animals that I kept stored there for some reason. I don’t even feel anything from looking at those toys it’s just like idk there was nothing else to do.

[whotf-atemywaffles]

I know It Won't Work

Finnick x reader

based off the song by gracie abrams

Summary: Idk Lol

warnings: Language, again idk (I dont write smut)

“Y/N!” Finnick snaps, “We just don't work!” he yells. Although in the moment, I would never tell him, it took everything in me not to cry. “You just don't understand!” Finnick continues. Lately, Finnick has been snapping and screaming at me more often with the Hunger Games season approaching. It's also more often than not that after he screams at me, I don't say anything. I just walk to his bathroom when he's finished, letting the tears flow. A person can only handle so much.

I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. It's becoming increasingly clear that something is going on with Finnick, something beyond just the pressure of the upcoming Hunger Games. I can't help but wonder what's really going on in his life, what's causing him to lash out at me like this. But for now, all I can do is retreat to the bathroom once again, letting the tears flow and hoping that things will get better soon.

I know that I can't continue like this. The constant yelling and snapping has taken its toll on me. I need to find a way to address the issue and have a conversation with Finnick about what's going on. Maybe there's something I can do to help him, to support him through whatever he's going through.

As I wipe away my tears, I make a decision. I will approach Finnick and express my concern for him. I will let him know that I'm there for him, that he doesn't have to face whatever is happening alone. It's time for me to be strong for both of us, to show him that I understand, even if he doesn't think I do.

The next night, Finnick is ready to snap, most likely over something minor. “Y/N,” he starts. Before he can get the rest of his sentence out, “Finnick, what the fuck!” I snap. I wanted to do this in a calm manner, but that's not happening. Clearly stunned, he backs down. “What do you mean?” he says, dumbfounded. “You know exactly what I'm talking about, or you should. You have treated me like shit for too long now, and I want to know why,” I explain harshly. He can't even bother to make eye contact. “I know I'm not worth any of the breath you're gonna be wasting yelling at me. Why don't I just leave you now? I won't come back, and you can keep all of your self-pity to yourself!” I yell, ready to cut ties.

As the words hang in the air, a heavy silence engulfs the room. Finnick's eyes widen, his stunned expression reflecting the weight of my words. In that moment, it feels as though time stands still, the tension between us palpable.

After what seems like an eternity, Finnick finally looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and sadness. "I... I didn't realize... I didn't mean to treat you like that," he stammers, his voice filled with genuine remorse. "There's just so much going on, so much pressure, and I took it out on you. I'm sorry, Y/N."

In the moment, I'm too angry to even contemplate his apology. I want to walk away until I think he'll really listen. I hate the idea of making eye contact and knowing I don't feel the same way as him. Is he acting like this because of his games? Like I don't have my own games that take place a year later?

As I look into Finnick's eyes, I can see the pain and turmoil he's experiencing. It's clear that there are deeper issues at play. I love Finnick, but at the moment, I can't look at him, so I turn to go. “Y/N... please,” he begs hollowly.

As I pause at the door, I turn back to face Finnick. "I want to understand, Finnick," I say softly, my voice filled with a mix of compassion and determination. "But we can't continue like this. We need to talk, really talk, and figure out what's going on with both of us. We can't keep hurting each other like this. I know it won't work." Finnick gives a gentle nod in understanding.

As we sit down together, the room fills with a heavy silence. We can feel the tension in the air, but we're determined to find a way to communicate and understand each other better. Opening up about our own struggles and fears, we both begin to realize that we're not alone in this journey. Slowly, the walls between us start to crumble, paving the way for a deeper connection and a renewed sense of hope.

A/N I hate this but i felt guilty bc i havent had any motivation to write and have been so unnecessarily busy but anywhoo i wantoed to start my comeback w finnick bc i am a finnick girlie.

[mikuni14]

@italianpersonwithashippersheart @leconcombrerit

I must say that the reason why I waited until the finale to judge Phee and Jin's behavior in episodes 10 and 11 was because it seemed too stupid and ridiculous to me (especially Phee). It's very possible that the original script for these two characters was different, it's very possible that, like in Only Friends, business and branding decided about the finale 🙄 What's interesting is that I think they could have kept PheeJin as the couple™ AND kept the integrity and credibility of these characters AND "punish" them both.

Only now, after the finale, do I start to wonder how much of Phee's behavior was actually about Non. And was Phee ever truly in love with Non, and how much did he like him as this sweet, quiet, obedient boy (you can see that Phee has a type 😎). Yes, he agreed to the "espionage operation", but it is clearly visible that he quickly lost interest in it. Moreover, he became interested in Jin even faster, and it was not a "fake interest to obtain information", because if it were, Phee would have continued a relationship with Jin for the benefits. No, he "broke up" with Jin because he started developing feelings for him. And you can't catch new feelings when the old ones are still there, so Phee was no longer in love with Non and it had only been a few weeks (?). Evidently both Phee and Jin only had a crush on Non because they became attracted to each other too quickly and too easily.

It doesn't really bother me that Phee fell in love with Jin, that he wants to be with him, that he didn't want to kill anyone. What pisses me off is his hypocrisy and the fact that Phee didn't have to do most of these things. Phee became interested in going to the cottage only when he found out that it was to say goodbye to JIN. Any revelations about Non's horrible fate make no impression on him. And really, I find it very difficult to accept how easily he chose "friends" over Tan, and that he did it after he already found out about their involvement in what happened with Non.

And what really pisses me off is that Phee, like all morally superior people, judged the bullies leniently and the victim who takes revenge for his wrongs harshly. He never once attacks ANYONE, even when he finds out what they did to Jin and Tee. He ONLY attacks TAN. And he immediately shoots at him, given the choice between stunning him and killing him, he chooses the latter!!

In fact, Phee had plenty of options to stop it all, he could have not been involved at all, he could have been honest with himself and admitted what he really wanted. And the fact that he went to this house to "get everyone high and get information" - I don't even want to comment on how stupid it seems in hindsight, because HOW could they do that??? So why did Phee go there? Because I guess it was just to meet Jin. What's even more spooky is that he wanted to meet him, he initiates sex again, and at the same time plans to poison him and extract information from him? As a result of a drug that causes fear? So this trip could have turned into a nightmare at any moment, because how would Tan and Phee know that they are the most afraid of Non? After all, they could have been afraid of something completely different, something worse for them. Fortunately, we know that Tan had a different plan from the beginning (what a king, love him for that), but Phee was exceptionally stupid, which suggests that he didn't think about it at all because he had a different goal, not related to Non.

Idk, it all just doesn't make sense 😑

@leconcombrerit This is a very interesting point and you're right, Jin is brooding at their movie premiere, but after Phee shows up, he comes back sweet, with hearts in his eyes, and then Jin is gloomy again, but this time because of Phee. So, as in the case of Tee, the appearance of a new romance was enough for the remorse, thoughts about Non and the dark mood to disappear ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

How funny it is that throughout the entire series I didn't share or sometimes even understand the dislike of many viewers towards Phee and Jin, only to hate them literally in the last minutes of the finale 😁

I liked Phee and Jin's dynamic from the beginning and I liked this relationship more than PheeNon's. Phee, both in the present and in flashbacks, was a great character for me, very much my style, and I also had a lot of sympathy for Jin. I was also convinced that Phee was on his path of revenge/searching for answers, and that Jin didn't upload the video.

I was so confident in my opinions that even when Phee spilled the beans to Jin, I was convinced that he wasn't that stupid and mean and that it was all part of some bigger plan. Likewise, until the end I was convinced that Jin was wrong and he was not the one who leaked this video, also based on Fluke's words (who said to Tee for some reason that he "knows everything, INCLUDING the video").

So when the finale brought confirmation that yes, Phee was a fucking snitch, that he sided with his "friends", and that yes, Jin actually released the video like an absolute piece of shit, all my sympathy evaporated in the blink of an eye. Poof! 🥳

I understand Phee's concerns and his refusal to participate in Tan's plan, but that's not the problem, it's HOW he did it. Phee isn't trying to protect the group AND TAN, who is also his friend ffs! NO! Phee is constantly confrontational, aggressive, escalating violence, doing everything against Tan, treating him like HIS worst enemy. He openly accuses Tan when everyone is agitated and someone has a gun, provoking Tan (Tan, who according to him is a dangerous murderer!) without thinking about what he might do. Phee accuses him, Tan takes control and manages the situation so that Tee confesses what really happened with Non, so , you know, a big deal right? That's what it was all about, right? And what does Phee do? He ends the scene by pointing his gun at Tan. When Tan says "you wanted to know the truth about Non, now you know" how does Phee react? He punches Tan. I'm absolutely surprised and appalled that after 3 years of friendship with Tan, watching the nightmare that is his life, saving him, when it comes to choosing, Phee comes so easily to choose "friends", without offering Tan a single bit of kindness, a kind word, extended hand. As if their friendship, their cause, their shared past, Non, didn't exist, didn't matter.

THE MORE BAD HE FINDS ABOUT THE BOYS, THE MORE HE HELPS THEM AND THE MORE HE IS ON THEIR SIDE. This is something I just cannot understand at all! In addition, Phee shot Tan even though he had a camera stand right next to the gun, used successfully many times in the series! 😆 He could have hit Tan unconscious, he didn't have to kill him!! And, what really pisses me off, he shot Tan in defense of Tee!!! Then he helped Tee and Jin, people who ruined and led to Non's death with their choices and actions. I don't know how much more you can insult his memory!

The ending itself is the final nail in the coffin for Phee and Jin's reputation in my house 😎 As I understand it, the final scenes are their hallucinations. And these hallucinations are nice and normal, they have a nice life, they fulfill their dreams, they have a career, they go to college - everything that Non and Tan don't have. In their hallucination there is no room for reflection, for regret, or for any discomfort. They are selfish even in hallucinations that show their real feelings. They still have the nerve to analyze Tee, the only one on whom the events of this house left any impact. I'm not surprised that Non himself appeared in Phee's hallucination, since Phee didn't find a place for him 😏

Their hallucinations, the earlier ones, are also interesting. As much as I loved Jin's hallucinations, it's telling that even in his guilt, Jin still made everything about himself. HE is the victim in his visions 🤷‍♀️ In the same way, Phee wakes up from his visions because it is he who decides which Non is real and which is not. Which means that Jin, instead of feeling bad for what he did to Non, feels bad for imagining "what if it were me." And Phee's guilt is not deep enough to allow Non to dominate his visions, as it happened with Tee, for example.

So in the end, I'm sad to say that as someone who really liked Phee and Jin, that after the finale - fuck them 😈

[kunikinnie]

Hello. I hope I won't bother you too much with my request. Can I ask fluff imagine for Mori, Fukuzawa, Fyodor (separately) and their fem!s/o, which they accidentally injured during a strong and heated quarrel? How would they try to make amends? Happy ending, please.

a/n: sorry this took so long! Idk how to fluff this so here's an hurt to comfort thingy if that makes sense? :') I don't usually write for Fyodor so he might be ooc... I hope it's not too far off, though HAHA tagging: @stygianoir, @irethepotato

warning: some unhealthy things here and there, I think?

accidentally hurting their s/o during an argument

featuring: Mori, Fukuzawa, Fyodor x F!Reader

Mori Ougai

In the Port Mafia, disobeying orders can lead to severe punishment. That was what lurked in Mori's mind when he confronted you.

Of course, in this context you were not a subordinate and he was not your superior. You were equals and he did his best to treat you like one. He was so used to having control that in times like this, it was especially difficult for him to keep his cool.

It was clear you were not backing down no matter how logical and clear his rebuttals were. That's fine... usually. His patience must have been thin tonight as his scalpel suddenly grazed your face.

It took the both of you by surprise. It's never happened before, and the flurry of questions and emotions in you had come out in the form of hot tears.

"W-wait, darling I'm sorry-"

You ran out of the room before he could stop you. It's not that he was too stunned to move, it was just he knew exactly where you'd run to.

He walked up to your bathroom door and knocked on it, but there was no answer. The sound of the running faucet water and your sobs might have muffled it, so he continued to knock on it until you grunted in reply.

"...let me help you with that. Please."

From what he remembered, the the cut was a bit deeper than a mere scratch. It won't do to leave it improperly treated - well, more the impact of his actions than the actual wound - or it may leave a scar that will never heal.

Fortunately, you finally opened the door to him. Your beautiful face was covered in tears and tap water with some blood still dripping down. The moment you came out, he went in and grabbed a first aid kit.

He wordlessly treated the area. You said nothing as well. But the tension between you two seemed to go down just by a fraction. The gentleness of which he took care of you must have been the reason.

Once he was done, he grabbed your hand and cupped it on his own cheek. "Forgive me, Y/N. You can slap or stab my own if you wish."

The strange offer made you laugh. "There's no need for that. You're always so dramatic."

After a moment of bewilderment, Mori smiled in relief. He was worried that it would be difficult to win you back.

"But you can't go unpunished. Hmm. Maybe take some time off and take me somewhere?"

His usual teasing smile came back. "If that's what will make you happy, then consider it done."

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Arguments with Fukuzawa, although are rare, usually tend to get heated quickly. You wouldn't even have made it to the arguing stage if the matter wasn't serious.

It was even quicker whenever it came to you risking your safety. It just triggers his fears to fly out in the form of anger.

"What were you thinking, Y/N?!"

Everything you said somehow didn't ease him at all. The justifications just didn't sit right with him, or the way you seemed to not listen to anything he was saying exasperated him further.

Hurting or threatening others generally speaking is no longer an option for him. Even in his anger he tried to control himself to the best of his ability; what led him to grab your wrist and almost break it he would never know.

It was your sharp cry that snapped him out of it. The look of fear that his targets once showed him moments before their death now on your face - he did the unthinkable and now his core was shaken.

He swiftly but gently pulls you into a tight hug as you sobbed into his chest. Regret had now threatened to squeeze his heart until it died.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-"

Whispered apologies and reassurances of love almost turned into tears. Had you not softly grasped his back, he might have thought he had lost you right there and then.

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Y/N. I didn't. How could I-"

Slowly your bodies slumped down to the ground. His body was wrapped around yours tightly as he sobbed in the crook of your neck.

It ended up as you comforting him instead. While you were hurt (literally and figuratively) from the near-twisting of your wrist, it didn't bother you as much as it did him. Perhaps it was from you being able to understand his automatic reaction despite the initial shock.

It saddened you more that he was afraid he'd gone back to his old ways. After all you've been through together, you'd know more than anyone he had changed for the better for good.

You then started to stroke his head. It was slow, gentle, and comforting; it was like lovingly stroking a cat who had just been out in the rain.

After a while he lifted his head and your hand fell down to his cheek. You stared into his red, watery eyes. It felt inappropriate but you suddenly chuckled. He stared at you in astonishment and confusion.

"S-sorry it's just... you remind me so much of the stray cat we fed the other day."

Upon processing your words, his expression softened and he kissed your forehead. "Thank you for being so kind. You ended up being the one taking care of me."

"It's okay. I'm sorry I upset you that much. But I just love you so much I can't help myself and..."

"I love you so much, Y/N. And I promise you it won't happen again- I don't know what I'll do if you leave my life. So please, be careful next time."

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Now here's someone who is very much capable of hurting and enjoying hurting others. His sadistic tendencies somewhat extend to even those he cares about.

There is a certain limit to how much he'd tease and test you. He needed to know how far you were willing to go for him, after all, and so far he's glad to know it's much more than he expected.

He's not the type to be openly affectionate nor stone cold with you. The signals are always mixed with him, but the one thing is crystal clear is his boundaries (specifically when it comes to his schemes). He never tells you about it, not even an inkling, and it annoys you how you're only left to guess if something terrible is going to happen to him until it actually does.

You arguing for it was out of love for him. Both of you understood that. But Fyodor isn't exactly used to yielding to anyone and his frustration at that must have ticked something in him.

His physique isn't strong at all - in fact, one would fear he'd collapse any moment - but the sting of the slap on your face was more painful than any other injury you've sustained in your life.

There were no tears. But the way you stared at him, dumbfounded and frightened, and how slowly you tried to back away had surfaced an unacknowledged but very great fear he had been burying all this time.

"Y/N, don't go."

His voice was strangely soft and sincere; it almost sounded child-like.

You turned around to see his begging face - one you'd never thought you'd see - and the way he just looked so vulnerable made you run back to him.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

His cold, bony hand reached out to yours and squeezed it gently, but he said and did nothing. How peculiarly timid he was all of a sudden; he couldn't even look at you in the eyes.

"It's all for you. All of it, for you. So please trust me."

A voice in your head told you it was a farce - that whatever you saw right now was another one of his shrewd acts- but another, louder voice told you it was a genuine expression of love on his part.

"...can I really, after this?"

His pale lips kissed your hand. "Of course. The same way I trust you no matter how risky you are to all operations."

You scoffed at him. Risky? You? Since when?

He then smiled at your reaction. You didn't have to say a word for him to know you had already returned to him.

"Don't be offended, dear. That's simply the truth."

"You're the worst."

Not much happened after that. It passed the lips of no one either. But you did notice that he became a little bit more physically affectionate that night - not that you mentioned it outright to him, of course.

[joekeeryswife]

LIVING FOR ALL THE CONTENT!

I LOVED THE LOVE ISLAND ONE LIKE DAYUM 😏

maybe you could do another love island fic where readers partner mugs her off the night of the recoupling and joe picks her cus he’s always been low-key interested 😏 IDK LMAO

Recoupling - J.K

thank you so much!! i hope this was okay, this imagine just spoke to me 😳. this is one of my favourite imagines to write, hope you enjoy this <3

REQUESTED ON TUMBLR! this week, a hot new bombshell, enters the villa ;)

since the start, you had been coupled up with a boy called James, you had thought you were in the best relationship in the villa. you were standing around the fire pit, waiting to get picked by James. you had noticed recently that he had been flirting with the new girl, Lillia. you had a chat with her yesterday where she confessed that she wanted to get to know James and that she felt a better connection with him more than anyone else in the villa. James had told you that he wanted to keep his options open which you completely understood but you did not think that a stunning girl coming in two days prior would make his head turn so quickly.

there were three girls and three boys left and it was James’ turn to pick. you waiting anxiously in the middle of Lillia and Amber, one of your closest girl friends in here. James stood up from his seat and started talking. “i want to couple up with this girl because she’s just beautiful inside and out. she puts a smile on my face every morning and her personality is 10/10. when im talking to her i just feel like i can be myself and the fact that she’s put a smile back on my face in such a short amount of time shows that our connection is very genuine and i can’t wait to get to know her more.” he said, your heart knew that he wasn’t going to pick you but you didn’t want to show on your face that it affected you.

“so the girl i want to couple up with is” there was an awkward silence as everyone awaited his answer. “Lillia” he continued. there was gasps which filled the awkward silence, everyone shocked that he had picked a girl he had known for two days over you. Joe looked up from his hands as he looked at James. he was shocked. he was sure that he would have to pick Lillia which he didn’t want to do. he watched as you gave Lillia an awkward hug, a smug smile on her face as she pulled away, walking to James. no one clapped as she walked to him. you scoffed, laughed silently with Amber and shook your head. Joe was one of your best friends in here and you had never really thought about getting to know him more than a friend, but Joe was falling for you since he laid eyes on you. he thought you were the most stunning girl in the Villa.

Joe was next to pick the girl he wanted to couple up with. “i want to couple up with this girl because she is one of the most beautiful girls i think i have ever seen, she is kind, caring and she didn’t deserve what’s happened to her over the past couple of days but now he’s out the way i can express how i truly feel. seeing her smile lights up my day and i can’t describe her beauty. she deserves the world and i hope i can give it to her” he spoke, your eyes filled with tears knowing he was talking about you. Amber was next to you, squeezing your hand. “the girl i want to couple up with is… y/n” you hugged Amber before walking to Joe. everyone clapped as you walked to him. you put your arms around his neck, hugged him. you whispered him a small ‘thank you’ as you pulled out of the hug. he kissed your cheek before you both sat down.

“was that okay?” he whispered, pulling you closer to him. you looked at him and nodded your head. you could not get the smile off your face as you listened to Michael talk about Amber. you weren’t even listening to what he was saying about her, you could only hear the words that Joe said about you replaying in your head. not even James had spoken about you like that when he was recoupling with you and it felt nice to be appreciated by someone. you thought back to each time your stomach had butterfly’s whenever you spoke to Joe, and how he made you smile when you were feeling sad, and that he was the only boy who was there for you when you found out James and Lillia wanted to get to know each other. he was the one you wanted to be with, he was the one who made you smile, and he was the one who made your stomach fill with butterflies.

you had been blinded by James that you’d never even realised your real feelings for Joe. the recoupling, you stood up, putting your hand out for Joe to take. he did and you both walked to the sofa which was opposite the fire pit. you both sat down and you grabbed Joe’s other hand. “i didn’t mean to ruin anything by saying that speech, i just thought you needed to know-” he started before you both turned your head to the footsteps approaching you. it was James. “y/n can i speak to you for a minute please?” he said, scratching the back of his neck. you sighed and looked at Joe. “go, i’ll speak to you after.” he said, giving you his best convincing smile. you nodded and let go of his hands, but before leaving you kissed his cheek and followed James who walked to the swing.

you both sat down and an awkward silence filled the area. “i just want to say that i’m really sorry” he said, you scoffed and looked away. “okay, that’s fine. thank you for your apology” you said, trying to get up but he grabbed your hand, stopping you from walking away. “sit back down please. i wasn’t done talking” he said, pleading eyes. you sighed and sat back down. “what else could you say?” you said, looking back at him. “these past few weeks have been amazing but she has just blown me away and she is just so amazing-” he rambled on, not realising he was hurting your feelings. “are you joking? you’re saying this to the girl you had been coupled up with for five weeks. honestly i’m done, i hope she makes you happy” you said, standing up, fixing your dress before walking back to the sofa where Joe was still sat, watching the conversation.

“hey” he said, smiling when he watched you sit down. you smiled back and whispered a quick ‘hello’ before asking him to continue with what he was saying. “as i was saying before i was rudely interrupted” he said, you laughed and looked into his eyes, quieting down telling him to speak again. “i didn’t mean to ruin anything and i just thought you deserved better than how James treated you and i’m sorry if i’ve ruined anything we had” he said, looking down and his hands. you let go of one of his hands and put it on his cheek, pulling him to look up at you. “you saying that about me was the most perfect thing i’ve ever heard. you don’t need to apologise. i’m sorry i was blinded by him and i’m so happy that i’m coupled up with you now” you said, smiling brightly at him.

he smiled back and pulled you in for a hug. after pulling away, you were told by the producers that it was time to go to bed so you walked hand-in-hand with Joe to the bathroom which was upstairs. one you both finished getting ready, you walked downstairs to the bedding area, seeing that the name tags had been moved so now you and Joe were sharing a bed. you got into bed and Joe pulled you into his embrace. James and Lillia walked into the bedroom, looking at you and Joe both cuddled up in bed together. “isn’t it funny how quickly you’ve moved on y/n?” you heard Lillia say as she sat down in the bed which was next to yours. you turned to her and went to say something before Joe spoke up. “you should be saying that to James, not her.” he said, sticking up for you, turning you back around to face him.

the lights turned off but you still smiled and Joe when you faced him and he started whispering to you. “would it be bad if i said i wanted to kiss you right now?” he whispered, putting a piece of hair behind your ear as he spoke. you shook your head and whispered back. “no, i kinda want to kiss you too” you said, putting your hand on top of his, stroking it. he lent in and your lips fit together perfectly. butterflies filled your stomach as you kissed passionately. you both pulled away for air and he spoke up again. “i want to get to know you, i don’t wanna be friends in a couple.” he whispered, stroking your cheek again. “i want to get to know you too” whispering back. smiles were plastered on both your faces. he pulled you into his chest, you both fell asleep, he was stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, trying to get you to go to sleep and it worked, you fell asleep almost instantly in his arms, you knew you had found the one when you were sleeping in his arms, he was kind, respectful and caring, the kind of boy you needed.

[chuuyrr]

AHHAHA idk if when ka mag oopen ng reqs pero mag ddrop na ako in advance kasi na eexcited na me, imagine scarlet witch! teen fushiguro! reader playing guitar, drums and teen fushiguro practicing in her room while jjk students, sukuna, papa satoru and papa toji caught her playing and singing at the same time tapos yung mga reaction nila like "wow i didn't [name] can sing and play like this" "wow i didn't knoa Kikufuku can sing like this" yun lang tapos na. chu sana mapansin i love ur oneshot series a lot im gonna expose myself i always reread ur shots everyday bcs ang wholesome mwah take care always <33 - nini

jjk characters when scarlet witch! fushiguro! reader has other talents

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): possible spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major themes of fluff, mentions of calloused fingers due to musical instruments

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dad! gojo satoru x teen! reader, dad! fushiguro toji x teen! reader, platonic! sukuna x teen! reader, platonic! jujutsu kaisen x teen! reader

hello nini my beloved! sorry for the long wait :) thank you for requesting and for being patient, enjoy reading ♡

you never told anyone about your other talents, since you've kept it as a secret, and well, that's because you didn't want to tell them yet. more importantly, you wanted to show them yourself, but you still haven't mastered the piece you've been secretly working on.

the easy part was hiding it, because you have chaos magic, which can warp reality and grant you the ability to transmute or morph things at the molecular level into whatever you want. despite how dangerous that sounded, you mostly used your magic in your room. as soon as you walk into the bedroom, you customize it to your liking. the small room with only a bed, desk, wardrobe, and a few shelves is transformed into an incredibly spacious room with your own little studio and musical instruments such as a drum set, guitars, and even a piano.

gojo, toji, sukuna, and even the first- and second-year students, including your older brother, didn't notice it at first, but they gradually realized how distant you became with them. you would excuse yourself whenever you had the opportunity, claiming that you had homework or studying to do, but they soon realized that you continued to use that excuse even during a school break.

at first, they were like, "wow, [name]-chan sure is studious. it's already summer break and she's still studying???" (;° ロ°)

because you live with your adoptive father, gojo, rather than your biological father, toji, he was the first to notice things. gojo and you were eating dinner together as usual when he noticed calluses on your fingers and became concerned.

"kikufuku! your hands! what happened?" gojo immediately dropped his eating utensils to hold your hands after noticing how rough they had become.

you would simply shrug it off with a laugh, saying something like, "oh, this? it's nothing. i've been writing so much for school lately."

gojo was beginning to doubt you at this point. "these calluses on your fingers didn't look like it was from writing though, and it's also school break; why are you studying so much?"

"oh, you know, so i don't forget concepts and stuff, and well, to mentally prepare myself for the next semester... i just like remembering stuff." you were sweating bullets at this point too, but fortunately, gojo bought it, for now.

gojo isn't going to say anything, but he's been watching over you more than usual since then, worried that your chaos magic was wearing down your fingers or something. he doesn't understand why you've been so distant with him and everyone else lately. you were so busy that your poor father began to miss you and became increasingly concerned with each passing day.

eventually, the day had finally come wherein gojo and everyone else had found out exactly what you were up to, and they were stunned. everyone was over at your house because you were supposed to have a little get-together, but you forgot about that because you were busy inside your bedroom.

"hey, where's [name]?" toji quipped, noticing the lack of your presence, having grown used to seeing you around especially when he or other guests like megumi was over.

"don't tell me she's studying again." megumi drew out a long breath of sigh, folding his arms across his chest.

"tch, i say we should see for ourselves what that brat is exactly up to. she stopped visiting me too." sukuna appeared on yuuji's cheekbone as an eye and mouth.

"wow, even sukuna misses [name]-chan." nobara snickered, causing the curse king to scowl at her.

"i do not miss that brat! it's been really peaceful since she stopped bothering me." sukuna retorted defensively.

with curiosity getting the best of them, they agreed to sukuna's suggestion and headed upstairs to your room, and immediately caught wind of a music playing, particularly a rock band of sorts, from your room. as soon as gojo got a hold of your door's knob, he realized how loud the music was because it was vibrating.

without wasting anymore time, he twisted your door open and pushed it open, and found him and everyone else in for a surprise. just as they were expecting you to blast loud music, you were the one playing.

everyone stared at the bedroom in awe. they were used to being small, becoming as big as a music studio. you were standing in front of a microphone, strumming a scarlet electric guitar, simultaneously singing lyrics that they hadn't heard before, but what surprised them even more was how you were astral projecting your soul, who looked like a phantom version of you, into skillfully playing drums to accompany your guitar and singing.

"yami wo haratte, yami wo haratte, yoru no tobari ga oritara aizu da, aitai shite mawaru kanjousen, zaregoto nado wa hakisute ike to, mada tomenaide mada tomenaide, dare yori mo satoku aru machi ni umareshi kono shoutai wo, ima wa tada noroi norowareta boku no mirai wo souzou shite."

as gojo stood there in awe together with toji, megumi, and the rest of his students, he realized where the calluses on your hands had come from and as to why you have been so busy, and he couldn't believe it.

"i didn't know kikufuku can sing like this." the limitless sorcerer blinked profusely behind his blindfold.

"me neither. [name] never told me that she can play the guitar or drums." toji exclaimed.

the way you sang and hit each note and beat so elegantly whilst also adding spice to your playing by having your astral projected phantom skilfully flip the drumsticks in mid-air and promptly catch them before striking and doing a little twirl as you strummed your electric guitar while singing with your eyes closed had their mouths hanging agape. even sukuna, the king of curses, was in awe. everyone felt as if they were watching a famous singer or band live. 

by the time you stopped playing and singing, only then you had realized that gojo, toji, megumi and the jujutsu tech students had been standing in your room the entire time when they rounded you an applause, causing you to stumble backwards and dissipate the soul you had been astral projecting.

"d-dad? everyone?!" you tripped over a wire and fell on your bum, making gojo and toji run to your aid.

"are you okay, angel?" toji chuckled softly, gently grabbing your arm to sit you up together with gojo as the students loomed over in concern.

"what are you guys doing here?" you squeaked, feeling your face burn into a beet red color. "ah! this is bad, you weren't supposed to see everything. i haven't mastered the tabs yet, all of that was just a practice!"

"you were just practicing? you were so cool, [name]-chan!" nobara exclaimed with a wonderstruck gaze.

"so, this is why you've been busy, huh?" megumi shook his head, smiling ever so softly at you.

"how long have you been playing, huh? why didn't you tell us?!" gojo whined, a childish pout crossing his features as he pinched your cheeks.

"sorry for not saying anything! i really am!" you gently swat away gojo's hands from your cheeks, stifling a fit of laughter before sighing. "i wanted to surprise you all. i've been meaning to tell you guys, but i figured it would be better if i showed you."

"so, that's why!" yuuji dropped his clenched fist onto his open palm. "geez, you had us worried you know!"

"that song you were playing earlier, brat. did you compose that?" sukuna spoke up, inquiring.

"yeah, i wrote it." you answered rather meekly, averting your eyes away from everyone as a chuckle erupted from your throat.

"you write songs too?!" the students shouted in disbelief. "that's amazing!"

"it's just one song though! i entitled the song as kaikai kitan. i've been working on another song i named lost in paradise, but i still haven't been able to come up with a good melody for it." you explained, smiling.

you were instantly engulfed into gojo's embrace. gojo practically peppered your face in kisses as he gazed at you, "my talented kikufuku! i'm so so proud of you. even though you were just practicing earlier, you sounded great!"

"keep it up, angel. i'm proud of you too." toji extended a hand out towards you and ruffled your hair affectionately.

ever since then, you openly play songs and pieces around them. you even got them to play with you; gojo and megumi with the piano, yuuji with the electric guitar, nobara and toji with the drums. they wholeheartedly supported this talent of yours and gladly offered constructive criticism whenever you asked for it while you were working on a new song or trying out something new to cover. 

expect them to be your biggest fans as soon as you started playing instruments and singing during school events. everyone's hyping you up so much, and your school would be so confused as to why you have so many visitors outside the school. 

apart from jujutsu-related things, music had become a new thing for you and your family to bond over, and it made your heart incredibly happy.

[bcdwhcre]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CM7CwRZivBM/?igshid=1soaxz00n5171 I CAN GET THE LEVI PART OF THIS REEL OUT OF MY HEAD OH MY GOD. Just imagine the reader being part of Levi's squad, and she's talented but think Levi's condescending towards people, especially to her. The others say she's just imagining it and that the captain is always like that but the reader's always getting into spats with him. "I seriously don't like the position of of being his metaphorical punching bag." he hears her say one day and Levi has enough. As soon as she's free, Levi calls her to his office and they talk. Things escalate in another fight and before she knows it, Levi has her pinned against the wall "Do you like this position?" he says as he kisses her, her neck, her cheeks. As they move towards his desk or bed, he keeps repeating "Do you like this position?" He'll teach her a thing or two, if you catch my drift👀😶. How you end it is up to you! And if you don't want to write it, that's okay!

“Positions,” Levi x Reader

Summary: (bro idk how to summarize this pls.) always bickering with your Captain because you don’t like the way he belittles you and it turns into a bigger argument.

Warnings: Smut!!! towards the end.

Levi x Fem!Reader

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It had been a rough few weeks for the Scouts after finding out about Reiner and Bertholdt and not being able to catch them in time and after coming back from the expedition where the scouts tried to capture them again, leading in many deaths including the Commander, it made things incredibly worse.

It had been two weeks since that incident and everyday since Levi did not take it easy on his cadets and you had felt personally attacked and picked on everyday from him during training or during exercises.

At first it was small, he would tell you to try harder or do a little more. He would claim you were acting lazy, not meeting his standards and that made you catch an attitude with him because you felt like you were doing more than enough.

You were always grateful and appreciative to be under Levi considering how strong and talented he was, you actually learned a lot from him and everyone had known you as “Levi’s Mini” but that didn’t stop him from pushing you harder.

Many times it had led to you bickering with him, which ended up with you cleaning or doing rough work outs around the base to satisfy his needs on teaching you a lesson but you never learned, you continued having arguments with him from left to right.

One day you had been more stressed than usual and Levi picking on you and pushing you during the early morning training session had irritated you way more than it should have and during lunch, you started to rant to your friends at the table.

“Levi is doing this shit on purpose, last week I was cleaning horse shit for days just because I didn’t meet his standards.” You groaned, taking a bite out of your food and they just nodded their heads.

“Well, you did start an argument with him.” Armin said, making you shoot him a glare and he grew quiet as he ate his food.

“I think he just personally hates me, he doesn’t do anything to you guys.” The weight of getting picked out of all the cadets had crushed down on you heavily, almost suffocating you.

“You’re just imagining it, he picks on all of us.” Eren rolled his eyes, bringing up the times Levi has easily beaten him down and kicked him in the face.

“No, I’m not just imagining it.”

It started to grow quiet again, the sounds of chewing and forks hitting the glass plates as all the scouts had eaten their food and after they were done, they stay seated at the table to talk some more before they had to go do what was assigned to them around the base.

Levi was walking down the hallway, about to walk pass the door to the mess hall until he had heard your voice say his name a few times. It caused his curiosity to make him freeze in place and try to listen to the conversation as you rambled and vented about how he was only bullying you out of everyone.

He had rolled his eyes at you throwing a fit over something you had started. You were always the one to talk back to Levi first and start the arguments and he felt the need to put you in your place to know who was superior- it was him.

“I seriously don’t like the position of being his metaphorical punching bag.” You said loud enough that he heard it through the door and it caused his eyebrows to raise in amusement.

“You’re overthinking it, Y/N.” Armin spoke again, making you huff out a breath and continue on about how you weren’t dreaming or overthinking it.

Soon enough the day had went on as it always did. You went around to do was assigned to you including stupid cleaning chores that Levi always insisted that you should do and it only aggravated you more than before.

He had watched you almost all day, making sure you weren’t having another fit but also to wait until you had some time to come to his office and talk to him about your tantrum you threw in the mess hall. Your words had replayed in his mind repeatedly and he was growing impatient.

So Levi had went outside to where you were finishing up, making a dramatic huff leave your lips when you saw him- automatically assuming he was going to rain hell and assign you more pointless things to do.

“I need to speak to you in my office.” He said plainly, making you fully stop and glance over at him before simply nodding your head.

You didn’t want to say anything or start up another argument, you would honestly hate to do so especially when you were in too much heat already from arguing with him the other day so doing it again would only make matters worse.

After you had followed him down to his office and closed the door behind you, his cold stare had burned right through you which made you a bit uneasy inside, afraid what he has plotting inside of his head.

“Honestly, Y/N, I’m getting real sick and tired of your shit.” He wasted no time to say to your face, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“What the hell did I do this time to have you hate me?” The tone in his voice had already struck a nerve, instantly making you angry.

“You stomp in here and act like you run things when you’re nothing but a cadet. You need to watch that filthy mouth of yours before I tell you to pack your shit and leave.” He practically spat in your face, his words were harsh and brutal but nothing you’ve heard from him before.

“You pick on me every single day and torture me while the others get to do what they want. How the fuck is that fair?”

The bickering between you two had gone back and forth for minutes, the two of you shooting daggers at each other through words and it only made things heat up in seconds. Both of you were fed up with each other and it was evident that Levi wanted to kick you down on the floor and remind you who is the Captain and who is the Cadet in the situation.

He never grew so frustrated over a cadet before, he’s taught plenty of people and had plenty under his team but you were something else. He looked at you as some spoiled brat who thinks they can get want they want in a blink of an eye.

He sighed under his breath, bringing up his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and soon stood from his seat. You stood across the office, angry and upset again over something so small and stupid- just because your Captain felt the need to remind you of your position.

But this time Levi had enough of your attitude and your bickering and complaining, it was tiring to hear it every single day over the smallest things and it was clear that cleaning and doing harsh exercises wasn’t going to teach you a lesson you needed to be taught.

He had walked over to where you stood, the both of you the same height so it was easy for him to look straight ahead at you and stare right through you, making you grow uneasy again but on the outside you kept that cold look like he does.

He was quick to shove you against the wall behind you, his hand grabbing a hold of your chin and keeping you in place as a soft unexpected gasp left your lips from the impact. You were a bit stunned for a second, your wide eyes staring into his dark ones and a small smirk had appeared on his face.

“Do you like this position instead?” He mumbled, referring to what you had said earlier in the mess hall and it made you realize he had heard your pointless rant.

He didn’t wait for you to answer his question, instead he smashed his lips on yours. The kiss was rough at first, Levi wanting to show dominance and teach you a lesson or two about talking back and bickering with him constantly.

When you tried to move your hands up to wrap around his neck, his hands were quick to grab yours and pin them against the wall above your head. He wasn’t going to let things slide so easily and let you do what you want in this specific situation, not on his watch.

“Or do you like this position?” His words were muffled against your swollen lips, almost whining in his mouth as he practically devoured you.

He was still pissed off at you, he was mad to the point where he knew after this- you probably wouldn’t be able to do chores or training tomorrow. Eventually he had pulled back from your mouth, licking his own lips and yanking you off the wall while remaining a tight grip on your wrists.

His feet had moved, pulling you with him all the way to his desk and threw stuff off to bend you over it, pressing the side of your face down on the hard wood. He was over taking it easy on you and over trying to reason with your sour attitude everyday. A simple few kicks to the face worked for Eren yet with you, no matter what happens, you always continue to fight with him.

He had looked over at the uniform that you wore, grabbing the waistband of your pants and tugging them down in an instant, letting it pool around your ankles for the time being as he kept one hand holding your wrists behind your back and the other hand hovering over your ass.

“Or do you like this position, brat?” He said quietly, his eyes shooting down and looking at yours as your face began to get flustered.

“Levi,” You had started to say but once his name had slipped out of your mouth, he instantly raised his hand and brought it down on your bare skin, making your body jolt against the desk.

“Try again.”

“Captain.” You barely managed to stutter out, your skin burning from the impact but he was rubbing his hand over it, soothing it over.

You were stunned at what was happening inside of his office right now. Just a moment ago you two were arguing and just an hour ago you two hated each other and you were stuck doing chores because you had talked back to him and now you were bent over his desk.

You weren’t really complaining but it was hard to wrap your head around it when you two have always bickered and fought with one another over the smallest things.

Levi’s sudden actions of pulling you up off the desk and forcing you to face him, his hand grabbing your chin and forced you to connect eyes with him as a small smirk appeared on his face at how red and flustered yours was.

He didn’t even say a word, instead he reached up to undo the tie around his neck and removed it, his eyes never leaving yours and soon enough he was ripping your uniform off your body until you were bare and naked in front of his eyes.

“All that crap you were talking earlier today about how I put you in a position of being my personal punching bag and now...” He trailed off, the snarky attitude in his voice as his hands grabbed yours and tied them behind your back with his tie.

“I’m actually going to put you in a position where you’ll be my punching bag all night long and we’ll see how long you last, hm?” He had tried to not chuckle or laugh but he couldn’t help the fact that he wanted to.

You didn’t even bother to say a word to him, you stayed quiet as he tied your wrists together and turned you back around and bent over his desk in front of him. He had hummed to himself at the sight of you, something he had been imagining to himself for quite some time.

Levi had licked his lips again, spreading your legs apart with his leg and looked down at the hand print that was clearly visible on your skin from a moment ago and it had made him raise his hand to lay down another smack to your already sensitive skin. You had jolted forward again, a yelp slipping out.

He groaned under his breath, trying to hold himself back from taking you the way he wanted to right now. He wanted to take his time with you and teach you a lesson with the smart attitude you always have but the way you looked, you being completely submissive and weak before him, it made him grow weak himself.

He yanked your body up by the tie around your wrists and tugged you towards his bedroom that was connected to his office, kicking the door shut behind him and pushing you down on the bed on your back. He had adjusted the tie to move your arms above your head and tied to the headboard.

“How about this? Do you like this position?” He mumbled, his lips trailing sloppy kisses from your jawline down to your neck.

His movements had made you squirm beneath his body and soft breaths had left your lips, feeling yourself grow more impatient every minute that passes but Levi didn’t mind taking all night to prove his point to you, everything goes his way.

His fingers had brushed along your bare skin, dragging all the way down to your thigh before he firmly grabbed onto it and squeezed it all while his teeth were biting your neck, leaving multiple bite marks and bruises on your soft skin.

It was slowly starting to get unbearable to handle, the more time passed, the more impatient you got and tried to move your body as close to his as possible even if your wrists were tied up. He noticed your desperate attempts for more of his touch and it had made his big ego grow more, knowing what he was doing to you was going the way he wanted it to.

“Whats wrong? You want more, brat?” He taunted you, teasing you with a big smirk on his lips and you groaned under your breath, your eyes moving away from his but he was quick to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

“Tell me, do you deserve to be touched after everything you’ve done the last few weeks? Do you deserve to be fucked like a good girl?” His voice was low and quiet but it was clear enough to hear every word he had said.

Slowly, you begin to nod your head, trying to move your hands but realizing they were still tied together and that only frustrated you more but he was set on making you learn and set on torturing you for testing his patience everyday.

“I’ll do anything.” You mumbled, making his eyebrows raise in amusement and curiosity at the same time.

“Anything? Like what, hm?” He was intrigued to hear any offers you had plotted inside your head but honestly, you had none- you just wanted the teasing to be over with.

It grew quiet again, you didn’t know what to say next and he had caught on to what you were trying to do. His hand had let go of your chin, trailing back down your naked body until he had decided to dip his hand between your legs and get a feel for himself, wanting to see just how bad you wanted it, just how far you can go.

It wasn’t long till his rough fingers were rubbing soft circles on your clit, his eyes burning into yours while his tongue had brushed over his dry lips. He could feel just how desperate you were and how badly you wanted to be touched down there, it fueled something inside of him to take it further but he wanted to test your limits.

You had roughly tugged at the tie that was around yours wrists, the headboard creaking in the process and he started to chuckle under his breath, pressing his fingers against you more firmly, making sure you felt every little touch. You had tried to pry your legs shut, that only made Levi push them back open as he settled between them.

“I want to hear you beg or else I could do this all night, pleasuring you to the brink of cumming and pulling away till you’re in tears.” You couldn’t believe just how casual and soft his voice was, the amused look on his face had turned into a more serious one.

A lump had started to form in your throat, stunned and not knowing what to really say. You were so far into your own thoughts that you didn’t realize he had gotten down to bury his face between your legs, his tongue licking a stripe up through your folds, making a sudden moan slip out of your mouth and his eyes had moved to look into yours when you met his gaze.

“I’m waiting or do you want me to stop?” He tilted his head, sinking his teeth into your thigh gently, making you buck your hips up out of impulse.

The stubbornness you had was glued to the front of your brain, you hated to give him exactly what he wanted- it’ll only feed onto his superior ego more but the way he was working you and the way you were practically desperate for any sort of touch from him, you knew you had to do it his way to get your way. A soft huff escaped your lips, tilting your head down to stare into his lustful eyes.

“Please, Captain.” You started to speak, watching his eyebrows raise and the amusement plastered on his face as he squeezed onto your thighs, waiting for you to continue.

“I’ll do anything just for you to fuck me. Please stop teasing.” The sudden whine that slipped out of your parted lips had made him almost throb, his skin growing hot and his fingertips digging into your skin.

“Hm, I guess you’ve been through enough teasing huh brat?” He slowly started to trail kisses back up your body until he was fully hovered over you again, his free hand caressing your cheek.

“But let’s not forget I’m here to teach you a lesson on talking back to me.”

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I made this long enough so I’m splitting this into 2 parts. Here’s the first one. Sorry for being so absent and distant. Everything had gone to hell after losing my childhood dog and school is almost over so finals and all this crazy shit but I’m trying.

I love and miss y’all <3

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Teasing Master | Berlin

Requested by @diorrfairy:  hi! i'd like to ask an imagine/one shot on berlin × reader in which y/n is a young girl in her early twenties who's part of the gang and even though of their age gap she has a "secret relationship" going on with berlin (sexual tension, flirting and teasing). the plot and the rest is up to you. thanksss

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: teasing, flirting, sexual tension, swearing smut, daddy kink, dirty talk? idk it’s horny, that’s basically it

Note: hi, all! this is by far the most filthy smut i’ve every written.. I’ve shocked myself. oh and Berlin won’t die in this one, you’re welcome. hope you like it! x

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Being the youngest in the group was definitely interesting, but they all saw you as a very capable young woman, which you were very thankful for. You were two years younger than Rio, making you just a little over 21 years old. You were basically an open book and didn’t care if everyone knew everything about you, but you had one secret. And that secret wasn’t a what, it was a who. And that who was part of your group. Even better, he was the man in charge, Berlin.

You always had a thing for older men - you attracted them too. You looked and acted a lot older than you actually were so when the group found out you were younger than Rio, they were quite surprised. With a man like Berlin, you couldn’t help yourself. With his deep voice, intimidating smirk and smooth flirting you fell for him. Hard.

‘Where do you think you’re going, princess?’

‘Taking a walk. Why?’

He moved closer to you, placing a hand on your chin. He knew what effect he had on you and you hated that. You melted at his touch and were basically willing to do everything he asked you to. He stepped closer to you, making you step back and eventually back against the wall.

‘I missed you today, darling girl,’ he whispered, hot breath on your lips. Your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips. He had you under his complete control. You shuddered and a smirk made its way on his lips.

‘Did I ever tell you how much I love the way your body responds to me? Such a good girl for me,’ he whispered.

‘S-stop teasing,’ you groaned. His smirk got even bigger.

‘And what fun would that be princess?’

A noise came from the hallway and you broke apart. The thumping in your chest continued as he gave you a wink and then disappeared. Exhaling loudly, you placed a hand on your chest.

‘You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost..’ Rio asked. You cleared your throat, giving him a smile.

‘Yeah, fine. Just a little hot is all.’

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‘Someone know where Berlin is? That bastard took my food... again,’ you groaned. Most of them shook their heads, but Moskú pointed to ‘his office’. Thanking him, you got up and knocked on the door. Usually, you waited until someone replied on the other side of the wooden door, but you were out of patience. It was the third time already that he’d taken your food and you were hangry.

‘Again? Really? Can’t you get your own damn food?’ you exclaimed, putting your hands on your hips. ‘Hello?’ 

You glanced around the room, but he was no where to be seen. You even checked the en suite bathroom. The door slammed shut and you jumped, quickly turning around. The man you’d been looking for held his hand firmly against the door, making it impossible for you to leave.

‘Bastard, huh? You think it’s okay to call me that?’ he spoke lowly. You swallowed thickly. My god was this man a sex magnet. ‘You know what happens when you call me that, princess?’

‘N-no.’

‘You get punished, sweetheart,’ he all too calmly said. Your heart beat so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The sound of hot and hard breathing filled the room and the walls started closing in on you. The door lock clicked and Berlin turned his attention on you again.

‘Now, what do we do when we say a bad word?’ he demanded, stepping towards you. His gaze kept you in some sort of trance. The way he slowly approached you without saying a word was somewhat enchanting. His body towered over yours and he placed a hand on the wall, next to your head. ‘Hm? I can’t hear you, princess?’

‘S-sorry?’ you whimpered. His eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. Subconciously, you bit your lip and his eyes darkened. His lips parted. Now you had him under your control. Moving your head towards his, you whispered seductively in his ear, ‘..daddy.’

That was all it took for him to finally stop teasing. Moaning lowly, he moved his hand from your waist to your throat and squeezed lightly. It was something you loved about him. No matter how angry, horny or frustrated he was, he always made sure not to hurt you. He was such a caring man deep down, he just had different ways of showing it.

You gasped and tilted your head backwards, placing a hand on his. He leaned in and kissed you painfully slowly. His lips were soft and full, and tasted like expensive whiskey. You moaned lowly, making him smirk into the kiss. You tried pulling him closer, moving your knee over his crotch but he pulled back, biting your lip softly. His eyes trailed all over your body, until they met yours. You looked absolutely beautiful.

‘You’re stunning, my darling. You take me by suprise every time I see you,’ he whispered. He curled a little piece of hair around his finger and tucked it behind your ear. Your face heated up and you tried to hide yourself by looking down, but he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head.

‘Don’t be shy. I mean it. You’re perfect. Every inch of your body. Please be mine?’ The hand he had around your throat moved to your cheek and you leaned into his touch. You copied his actions and stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. It was sweet, like the first kiss you had shared a while ago.

‘Then make me yours, handsome. Please,’ you whispered against his lips. He fully wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up around his waist. The kiss turned more passionate as he unlocked the door of the bathroom. He placed you on the couch that was seated in the corner of the office and his hands roamed freely over your body. You moaned softly which made Berling growl.

‘The power you hold over me is excruciating, woman,’ he mumbled. He unzipped your suit, exposing your bra. For the occasion you had worn your red lacy underwear. You felt him twitch between your legs and he moved his lips from yours down your neck, to your breasts. Massaging them gently, you buckled up and bit your lip. He pulled down the cups of your bra and sucked the skin just above your breasts while he circled his thumbs over your nipples.

‘Fuck..’ you whispered, ‘feels so good.’ Your hands pulled his hair and you could feel him smile against your skin. His cold hands against your sweaty skin were almost electrifying. You felt a knot in your stomach and you moaned. ‘Gonna come, daddy.’

He stopped his movements, making you slap his arm. ‘What the fuck?’

‘Wanna see your beautiful face when I make you cum,’ he said, hoisting you on his lap, pulling your suit down in the process and leaving you with exposed breasts and your lacy underwear. His eyes trailed over your body and finally met your gaze. ‘So fucking beautiful.’

He rested his hands on your waist and you placed yours on his chest. You slowly unzipped his suit, just like he did with yours. He cleared his throat, ‘A little faster, princess.’ 

‘Nuh-uh, what fun would that be?’ you said, quoting his words from earlier. He groaned and leaned back against the couch. He looked so hot. He had his eyes closed, small smirk laying on his lips. He was surrendering to your touch and you loved every second of it. You leaned in and kissed his lips, working your way to his jaw, under his earlobe and down his neck to his chest. Hands were caressing your waist while you stripped him from his suit. You dragged your nails down his chest, to the waistband of his boxers. He was as hard as a rock and clenched your legs together. 

‘Do you keep your gun down here or are you just excited to see me?’ you seductively asked. He raised his head from the couch and saw you biting your lip while holding one of your breasts in your hand, toying with your nipple. He moaned at the sight of you and his cock twitched under you, making you moan a little.

‘If you keep teasing me like that I won’t last a lot longer,’ he groaned, digging his fingers in your hips. ‘Daddy needs to feel you.’

You pulled his waistband down, his member slapping against his stomach. You’d never actually had sex with him before, so to say you were drooling over his length was an understatement. ‘Impressed, darling?’ he winked. You didn’t answer, you just took him in your hand and gave it a few pumps. You spat on his cock, making sure to drool a little on your chest. He sharply inhaled, taking you all in.

‘Such a messy girl. You’re really a slut for Daddy, aren’t you?’ he spoke lowly. You nodded, lips slightly opened and moans slipping through. When you felt him twitch again, you stroked your thumb over his tip and slid aside your panties. You moved the tip over your soaked pussy and lowered yourself on to him.

‘So fucking wet,’ he hissed.

Feeling him so deep inside you made you let out an outstretched moan, burying your face in his neck.

‘Fuck,’ you whispered, ‘so fucking full.’

‘Are you okay, princess?’ he whispered back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You nodded in his neck, sucking a little on his earlobe.

‘Fuck me, daddy.’

You didn’t have to tell the man twice. His hands lowered to your ass and thighs, lifting you up and down. The feeling of him pumping in and out of you was something you’d wanted since the day you saw him. And fucking hell was it worth all of the teasing. You were a moaning mess and pushed yourself away from his neck, laying your hands on his chest as you rode his cock. The way your tits moved up and down made Berlin slam himself into you. You gasped as his cock touched your g-spot. You leaned in and kissed him passionately as one of your hands moved down to your pussy. You rubbed your clit quickly as you felt yourself getting close.

‘I-I’m gonna,’ you choked, ‘gonna cum.’ 

He gripped your thighs even harder as he felt himself getting closer too. Seeing you as this moaning mess, tits swinging around while rubbing your clit was something he’d never even seen in a porno.

‘Such a good girl for Daddy, aren’t you? Huh? Riding Daddy’s cock like the little slut you are. Rubbing your tight little cunt while your tits swing in Daddy’s face. Does that make your pussy wet?’ he whispered huskily in your ear. It was the last little push you needed to send you right over the edge. Your mouth formed a big o as you felt the orgasm rush through your body. Your whole body shook as your pussy clenched and you felt him unload his cock inside you. You were breathing heavily, your head resting on his chest. He let you ride out your orgasm as he slowly swirled your hips around his cock.

‘That was amazing,’ he croaked, ‘best sex I’ve ever had.’

You giggled and he turned his head, your infactious laugh making him smile. He moved you a little, his cock still buried inside you. You clenched your eyes shut, a little sore from the intense orgasm you just had.

‘Definitely,’ you smiled. You kissed him deeply. It wasn’t a sexual kiss, but one filled with love and adoration.

‘I think I need a nap now,’ you whispered. He nodded and lifted you off his lap, making you whine a little of the now empty feeling inside you. He laid you down on the couch, pulling his underwear over his hips and getting you a blanket. You saw him move around, grabbing everything he could find so you’d be comfortable. The gesture made you smile.

‘Berlin?’ you asked. He stopped his movements and turned around. He saw your outstretched hand and sat down next to you.

‘Yes, princess?’

‘When we get out of here, will you come with me?’ He raised his eyebrows.

‘Is this you asking me out on a date?’ he smirked. You blushed furiously, hiding your face in the blanket. You heard him chuckle and pull the blanket away from your face.

‘I’d love to. I don’t care where I’ll go, as long as I’m with you.’

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap - @pinkrapunzel

[606writings]

Hi! Idk if you still write about MM (I hope so 🥺) but I want to request something based on Yoosung route (he’s my precious baby 💜). So, what if the bomb in the apartment goes boom even if Seven tries his best, but MC somehow survived and is quite ok, but Yoosung and the rest thinks that she’s dead. They are carrying the party anyway to honor her memory and her hard work that she putted into organizing it and then MC is showing up on it asking Yoosung to dance out of blue.

I hope you understand what I mean even if my English is not so good ❤️

SC: Wanna dance? [Yoosung]

A/N: I'm sorry it took me a few days to reply to this request, my laptop suddenly broke so I struggled a bit to finish this one, but I really hope you enjoy it!!

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint a lil' bit (?)

Word Count: 2,390.

It was over.

There no longer was something Yoosung had to protect or to fight for. It was completely over now that MC was no longer here.

Yoosung was shocked and out of himself, his breathing speeding up every time he read Seven’s message in the chatroom:

707: There… There was an explosion in Rika’s apartment… And it seems that MC was there when it happened.

Yoosung stopped reading there. The chatroom flooded with a thousand messages more; maybe Jaehee and Zen asking what happened, maybe Jumin assessing the situation and giving instructions. He didn’t know. He stopped reading after that.

Everyone was anxiously waiting for Yoosung’s message blaming V, insulting him and desperately asking for the apartment’s address so he could go himself and see with his own eyes. That was what everyone, was expecting from him, but that never came; instead, a very worrying calmness showered Yoosung’s mind.

No, no, no. This is not happening. Were the only words crossing his mind.

After they noticed Yoosung wasn’t in the right condition to do anything, Zen decided to drop by his dorm and take care of him, ready for the blond to snap at any minute and start blaming whoever was in his way.

Soon enough, V entered the chatroom and explained he was on his way to the apartment. Since the cameras went out of service just before the explosion, Seven had no way to check the place.

V: I’m arriving right now at the apartment. Please wait a bit more until I see what happened.

V: The explosion was rather small and only affected Rika’s apartment, so it looks like the bomb was modified to on—

His messages stopped then, not answering to Jaehee’s or Jumin’s, then he finally said:

V: I know this may sound imprudent, and I hope you all understand the reason I will ask you all this… But I think it’s best if we carry on with the party. I will take responsibility for MC from now on. I don’t want her efforts to go to waste.

V’s words stunned the rest of the RFA members, and then he stopped responding to their messages saying he had to take care of the situation.

A long discussion took place in the chatroom, everyone complained about how they would be able to continue with the party despite the horrible situation, even Jumin admitted it was a bit too much. But they finally came to agree that the party could be a way to honor MC’s efforts and let everyone know her sweet heart.

Yoosung, however, was still under a spell, not allowing him to asses whatever was happening around him, it took him hours to finally react, and when he did, he screamed, shouted and cried, blaming V, blaming Seven, blaming everyone that supported the decision of letting MC stay in that apartment.

Eventually he had to calm down and understand that there was nothing else to be done, and that continuing with MC’s job was the best thing to do in that situation.

As the days passed, V reassured the rest of the members that he was taking care of MC’s situation very carefully, and that he didn’t want to overwhelm Yoosung, so he tried to handle everything himself.

Everyone was kind of thrown aback by V’s behavior before such disturbing situation, but decided to give him the last drops of trust they had towards him, refusing to believe their long-time friend would be as cold as to not treat the matter with the seriousness it deserves.

While the RFA was mourning the loss of their beloved member, two people were recovering in the hospital for minor injuries caused by the impact of an explosion. MC was certainly anxious and unsure if hiding her status was the best thing to do in that moment, but she made sure to follow V’s instructions of staying in the hospital until the party, and watch Saeran until he wakes up.

A few days had passed ever since she met the bleached-hair boy in person at her apartment, he had entered through the window using only God knows what methods to get there. He tried to take her outside using force, but MC fought with all her might to escape the boy’s grip.

She only remembers him saying “Stop fighting, we don’t have time before—“.

And then an explosion took place.

When she woke up, she had some minor scars and a strong headache, but she put aside her pain when she heard what seemed to be V’s voice talking with who she recognized to be the boy from before.

“Saeran, please let me explain—”

“NO! I don’t want to hear anything from you, go away!”

Not long after, V noticed MC had woken up. He hurried to ask for her forgiveness and explain the situation as best as he could and, as expected, he only released as much information as it was needed for MC to grasp what had happened, and who the boy was.

MC accepted V’s request to stay by Saeran, the boy’s, side to watch him and protect him until the party was over, just as she recovered from her condition. However, MC’s heart weighed at the thought of Yoosung being alone during such hard times, and having to deceive him even if it was for his and her own well-being, only for a few days, enough time for V to take care of Rika and the Mint Eye. She prayed that soon the horrible situation would pass and she would finally be by her love’s side.

Yoosung, on the other side, was completely destroyed. He skipped classes and always asked Jaehee to give him tasks related to the party to keep himself busy; as soon as he finished one, he asked for another, desperate to avoid the thoughts hunting him of how he could have done much more, how he could have protected the only person that motivated him to grow as a man and as a person.

The rest of the members didn’t even try to convince him to go to school, as they knew he would only get mad saying that the only thing that mattered now was to carry on with his love’s hard work.

The days passed and now the eleventh day had arrived, and the day everyone had been expecting for a long time, now was just a gloomy ceremony they knew they had to go on with.

Yoosung took his time to prepare himself, his hair and his clothes were spotless as he did his best to look less depressed, imagining how MC would wait for him at the party’s hall and compliment him about his looks.

Even though he was calmer than what everyone expected, deep down he had been only waiting patiently for the party his love had organized with all her effort, to finish and then focus all his might to uncover all the RFA’s hidden secrets and understand what really happened to MC, not caring anymore what he will have to go through and who he will have to go against, as long as the truth was uncovered.

Contrary to Yoosung’s negative thoughts filled with anger, MC was feeling delighted thanks to the news V had brought for her, telling her how now almost everything was solved and both Saeran and her were safe, so there was no need for MC to stay there anymore.

“Then… Is it possible for me to go to the party?” She asked with a voice full of hope, eager to finally see in person her lovely blond boy.

V smiled and nodded, replying: “Yes, if that is what you wish. Though…” He rushed to ask her one more thing. “Please don’t tell them about Saeran, I… I will take care of that soon.”

MC couldn’t help but feel regretful and saddened by the secrets the leader of the RFA was keeping with him, but then came to the conclusion that things could only be resolved if V accepted to share the weight of the secrets with the members.

Those thoughts only stopped her for a few seconds, forgetting about them as soon as V offered to take her in his car to the venue the party was taking place at. MC didn’t even stutter when accepting his offer, and not caring about not being properly dressed, they hurried to meet their friends.

Yoosung was behind the main stage of the party hall, getting a thorough explanation by Jaehee about how things would unfold during the rest of the event, though he was not hearing a single thing, immersed in his own thoughts.

As he looked down at his formal clothes, the reality was slowly sinking in; all the plans he previously had to uncover the truth, all his plans about the party and what he would do after it, they all disappeared. Only her name still in his thoughts, and her eyes remaining bright.

A single tear fell down, and without acknowledging it he kept staring down. Jaehee couldn’t help noticing that, so she stopped her words and stayed silent for a few seconds, before sending him to Seven.

“Oh, buddy.” Was the only thing Seven could say, as he too was silently suffering the guilt of not being able to protect his friends.

Jaehee and Jumin observed from the distance, doubting their decision of continuing with the party, even if it was meant to be in MC’s honor, they had to admit it was a difficult situation.

The party had a gloomy vibe despite their efforts to make everything as professional as possible. Yoosung was one step away from crying out loud an exploding with emotions. Seven was barely holding back his plead for forgiveness, not needing his friend to say a single word to know he blamed him for his incompetence, while Zen was just trying to deal with both of them and holding back his own emotions.

“Mr. Han, maybe I underestimated the severity of the matter.” Jaehee spoke, observing their friends from afar. “Will we be okay…?”

As Jumin was about to reply, his phone rang with the call identifier showing his best friend’s name.

“V? What’s wrong?”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, as a confused expression crossed his face.

“So, you’ll be attending the party, then?” Jumin restrained all the doubts that wanted to burst out and stopped himself from questioning his old friend.

“Alright, then.”

He hung up and turned around to walk towards the party entrance, but not even a moment later the doors suddenly opened. The quiet entrance of a woman did not attract much attention, however, it managed to shock the hosts of the party.

“Y-Yoosung…” Zen, who was comforting his younger friend in a tight embrace preventing him from causing too much of a scene, pointed to the person standing at the entrance with his face showing nothing but surprise and disbelief.

MC was just standing there looking around trying to track down the blond boy she was eagerly waiting for. When she spotted a handsome silver-haired guy staring shocked at her as if he had seen a ghost, she noticed the small figure leaning against him.

MC smiled brightly and waved her hand as high as she could to attract their attention, as if she needed to do so.

“Yoosung!” She shouted not caring to startle the guests around her.

The boy froze in his place, not wanting to turn around afraid of losing the small drop of hope left in his heart by mistaking what he had just heard.

A moment passed by and Zen said:

“H-Hey, Yoosung, she’s waiting for you, you should turn around and see.”

He couldn’t decipher if what he heard in Zen’s voice was happiness, mixed with astonishment, or what. The whole situation was so weird, he couldn’t afford to fool himself anymore like he did with Rika, when he convinced himself she was still alive.

His thoughts kept drifting away and coming back to the same place as he heard what seemed to be a pair of heels running towards their direction. As the sound approached more and more, his heart was beating faster and faster. Then he felt a small hand lay on his shoulder carefully.

“… Yoosung?”

He immediately turned around and stared at the woman in front of him. MC looked at him with a big smile and a spark of excitement in his eyes.

“I’m… I’m sorry for appearing out of nowhere, I just couldn’t help myself since I really wanted to have a dance with you tonight.”

MC shyly looked down, now understanding how frightened they must have been when they saw her show up after days of probably thinking her dead. Her rose cheeks and lips trembling in fear of Yoosung’s rejection.

He probably will be very mad, right…?

As if he read her mind and to prove her wrong, he hurried and embraced her tightly. His heart was now feeling lighter after what had been the worst days of his life.

“It’s really you.” He whispered in her ears, with a gentle and relieved tone.

MC sighed, glad of not being rejected.

“Yes, it’s me.” She let a shy laugh come out of her lips. “Then, wanna dance?” Taking a step back, she offered her right hand towards him.

Yoosung looked down at her hand and nodded, placing his shaking hand onto hers, the expectation of feeling her touch now flooding him along with happiness and love.

“I’m glad you asked.” He replied, then walked with her towards the center of the hall where other couples were dancing to a waltz.

Yoosung didn’t care or pay any attention to the fact that MC was underdressed for the event, or that the rest of the RFA was probably having a mental breakdown after seeing MC walk in as if nothing ever happened.

He was just happy to be lucky enough to see the woman, who he was sure was the love of his life, and be able to share a small and simple but very special moment like that one, where he held her in his caring embrace and she whispered sweet words of love in his ear.

Right then and there, Yoosung thought he was the luckiest man in the world.

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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[dracowars]

could i request a slytherin x draco imagine where the reader and draco have been dating for a long time and she’s kind of a bitch like draco but she also doesn’t believe in blood supremacy so people are just scared of her they don’t not like her but anyways she and draco do share same feelings towards potter and stuff like that so what if draco crossed the line with potter or the trio and ron and harry get super upset but the reader feels bad and goes up to hermoine after class and apologizes because she know draco didn’t mean it to go that far but he’s stubborn and she feels better about the situation but the next morning ron confesses that he had the twins help of putting something in draco’s glass for breakfast but in actuality it was the readers cup and they see the reader drink it and they freak out because ron said that it was a smaller dose of draught of the living death where they could get sick and fall asleep for a long time and hermoine freaks out because she says that the reader apologizes and throughout the day the reader feels super ill and draco is tries taking care of her until that night where she goes to sleep and pansy her roommate and bff (we love pansy) can’t wake her up and she runs to the great hall and tells draco and the trio feels guilty until the twins get an antidote and it ends in fluff? i’m sorry it’s so long idk how else to explain it 😥

unforgivable | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: where y/n gets poisoned due to draco's behavior

a/n: finally, i'm back!!! my hand still hurts, but i managed to write this on my laptop so it did not hurt that much while writing. hope you enjoy <3

warnings: angst, use of unforgivable spell, cursing, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

„Only those who really want to inflict torture on their victim and have sadistic pleasure in seeing them suffer, can create the right magical energy for a successful torture curse”, Professor Snape, your teacher in Defense Against the Dark Arts this year, repeats to the entire class, strutting around in front of the blackboard that is only filled with three words. Slowly getting bored, you lean back in your chair and look at the ceiling, which seems far more interesting than the repetition of the three unforgivable curses right now.

Your gaze wanders over the numerous cracks in the ceiling above you until you completely block out Professor Snape’s voice. As soon as you direct your eyes a little further to the left, you stare at your beautiful boyfriend, whose side profile is illuminated by the shining sun. Smiling to yourself, you move closer to him to gently place your hand on top of his, hoping to draw his attention to you.

But without success.

Draco does not move an inch, his gaze intently focused on the front of the classroom while he is listening to the lesson, not even stopping when you finally lay your head on his shoulder and sigh softly.

Since your beloved boyfriend obviously does not want to give you the attention you deserve, you look for something else to do to cure your boredom. Annoying Harry Potter and Ron Weasley seems like a good decision for you. It does not take you long to toss small, rolled up balls of paper against the back of their heads, careful to only throw it across the room when Snape turns his back to the class. Rolling their eyes, they turn to you in annoyance, but you just give them a malicious smile before they try to focus again.

Just like Draco, you despise Harry Potter profoundly. There has never been a real reason for your hatred, but sometimes you meet people in your life that you just can’t get along with. This similarity of Draco and you only bonded you together even more.

You were never very popular at Hogwarts anyway, neither with your classmates nor with the teachers. But you do not care. In fact, you even enjoy it when you walk through the corridors and the first years move aside in fear immediately. If Draco is with you, they even turn around and take a different path. And because the few people you actually do get along with are always by your side, you do not mind having a certain reputation at this school.

“You will write a twenty-page essay about the unforgivable curses until next week”, Professor Snape finishes the lesson and you excitedly jump out of your seat right away, collecting your stuff. Since your hand was still connected to Draco’s, you pulled him along.

“Someone seems to have a strong interest in these curses”, you giggle when you see his almost annoyed expression due to the ending of the lesson.

“And what if it does?”, he rolls his eyes at you and you wait until he has stowed all his things in his bag before you go out into the hallway together. Almost like a reflex, you intertwine your hands as you walk down the corridors of Hogwarts.

On your way to the Great Hall to get something to eat, you walk across the courtyard when you suddenly notice the Golden Trio, as they are called, sitting on one of the benches out of the corner of your eye. Before you can react, they are already standing in front of you.

“Sorry, but you are covering the sun”, you mention snippily and raise an eyebrow, waiting for them to clear the way.

“What was that about earlier, Y/N?”, Ron angrily asks you and you just shrug your shoulders ignorantly.

“Do not make a scene now, Weaselbee”, Draco interferes, obviously annoyed.

“Oh, it is you, Malfoy! I did not recognize you anymore, now that you have suddenly become so meek since your father is in Azkaban”, Harry mocks and you feel the situation slowly escalating. “How does he like his new home?”

If looks could kill, you are sure all three of them would be dead on the spot.

“At least I still have parents, Scarhead”, Draco fires back through gritted teeth and his grip on your hand becomes tighter.

“Depulso!”

As soon as these words come out of Harry’s mouth, Draco is pushed back through the air, his back hitting the brick wall. In shock, you look after him, your legs unable to move. The arguments between you and them happened countless times, but no one has ever raised their wand.

“Harry!”, you hear Hermione scold him, but too late. The anger is clearly written upon Draco’s face as he slowly straightens his posture. Reaching for his wand in a flash, the next few seconds pass in slow motion.

“Cruci-“

“Expelliarmus!”, you quickly interrupt when you realize what Draco was about to say, and his wand flies through the air, landing right in front of your feet. An uncomfortable silence spreads and even Draco does not seem to understand what he was about to do.

“You have totally gone crazy!”, Ron is the first so speak up and angrily stomps towards your still stunned boyfriend, but you quickly stand between them, protecting Draco.

“Ron, stop it”, Hermione talks him out of doing anything stupid until he finally gives in and lets her pull him away. With an disparaging look, the three of them disappear into the next corridor.

“Are you actually crazy!?”, you turn to Draco, who immediately lowers his head, obviously understanding that his actions were wrong. “These curses are called unforgivable for a reason, Draco! I thought you listened to Snape today, damn it!”

“I-I am sorry”, he manages to say, lifting his head to look at you, trying to show you that he is serious. “But you hate them too!”

“And yet I would never harm them physically!”, you reply irritably and shove his wand back into his hand. You then turn away, shaking your head.

“I apologized! Wait, babe-“

“No, Draco. You went too far this time”, you interrupt him and pull your wrist out of his grip. With these words you leave him alone and make your way into the filled Great Hall. Once you arrive inside, you feel the burning and piercing looks of the whole Gryffindor table on you, but you choose to ignore them and walk straight up to their table. Contrary to what you expected, their conversations suddenly fall silent when you walk up to Hermione.

“Can we talk for a moment?”, you ask her with no emotion in your voice or face, but your eyes are almost begging her, and your heart is leaping. After exchanging a few glances with the Weasley twins and their little sister, Hermione nods in agreement and follows you out of the Great Hall into the silence of the corridors.

“What is it?”, she sighs and puts her hands on her hips.

“I wanted to apologize for Draco’s behavior. He really did not mean it, you have to believe me. Draco can be so incredibly stubborn sometimes, but he would never want to harm any of you”, you rant to her while she listens closely.

“First of all, I am not the one you should apologize to, and most importantly, you should not be the one to apologize”, Hermione replies, rubbing her fingers against her temple. “We both know what happens to wizards who cast one of these curse-“

“Shh!” you interrupt her and quickly cover her mouth, suppressing her words. “I know. But- Well I-“

“I accept your apology, Y/N. After all, Harry and Ron were not entirely innocent either”, she explains to you and for a brief moment you see a small smile cross her lips. Right now, you would love to hug her.

“Thank you”, you say from the bottom of your heart. Sometimes it can actually be helpful to approach things with a little kindness.

“I am also sorry about what happened. Let us just forget about it”, she suggests, and you agree without hesitation.

And Hermione really is just as sorry as you are. Especially when Ron tells her about his nasty plan at breakfast the next morning. Hermione did not get around to tell them about your apology yet, which is why Ron still wants revenge. With the help of Fred and George, he prepared a small potion of Draught of the Living Death and gave it into Draco’s glass. But when Hermione finds out about it, it is already too late.

She can only helplessly watch as you suddenly ingest the toxic mixture instead of Draco.

You, on the other hand, did not even notice that there is something strange about your drink and continue to talk with Pansy, while still giving Draco the cold shoulder. Of course, he has apologized a thousand times, but if you do not punish him in some way, he will never learn from it.

Nevertheless, you are quite glad that he does not leave your side for the whole day, because when you feel lightheaded all of a sudden and shortly afterwards pass out, he is by your side immediately, catching you.

“Babe, can you hear me?!”, Draco basically yells in your face before gently patting your cheek, causing you to open your eyes again. Confused and disoriented, you look around, not remembering what happened.

“What- What happened?”, you ask limp, almost not able to get your teeth apart to speak while your eyes keep feeling extremely heavy.

“You passed out”, he explains as he is already heaving you into his strong arms. “I will take you to your room, you have to rest.”

Carefully, he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed and covers your body with the blanket, completely wrapping you up before he sits on the edge of the bed and closely watches you. You weakly reach for his hand and run your thumb over the back of his hand before a quiet ‘thank you’ leaves your lips, drifting into a deep sleep.

After Draco lingers by your side for several hours silently, inwardly dying of worry, Pansy finally compels him to go to the Great Hall for dinner and then catch up on some sleep himself while she takes care of you. Only when she promises, does he consent and leave your room.

It is already late in the evening when Pansy goes to bed after finishing her homework while keeping an eye on you the whole time. Just as she is about to make herself comfortable, she notices that your chest is no longer moving up and down regularly as it was a few minutes ago.

You do not breathe anymore.

“Y/N!”, Pansy yells and runs to your side, placing her hands on your shoulders to shake you awake. “Wake up, wake up! Damn it!”

No matter how long she shakes your body, you will not wake up even when she slaps you lightly. You do not move an inch and your face looks as pale as that of a corpse. As if you were already lingering among the dead. As if you were in a deathlike slumber. If you had not suddenly started breathing again, Pansy would really have believed that you were gone.

Thereupon, she loses no more time and sprints out of the room, almost falling down the stairs on the way to the Great Hall. Because it is already so late in the evening, there are only a few students sitting at the tables, looking at her in shock when she rushes inside.

“Draco! It is Y/N! You- She just won’t wake up”, Pansy calls out across the hall and hurries over to the Slytherin table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch what is happening with a sense of guilt from the other side.

Before Draco can follow Pansy to the common room, Hermione blocks his way, along with Harry and Ron, briefly stopping him, causing Draco to get angry right away.

“Get out of the way! I do not have time for-“

“Listen, Malfoy! She drank Draught of the Living Death, that is why she does not wake up”, Harry interrupts him and Draco’s eyes widen in an instant.

“What?!”

“Originally, it was meant for you! As revenge”, Ron admits, hiding himself behind Hermione, just in case.

“Are you stupid?!”, Draco hisses and takes a dangerous step towards Ron, but before the situation can escalate again, Hermione intervenes.

“Now is not the time! Fred and George created the potion so they will be able to make the antidote as well. We just need a little more time”, Hermione negotiates and Draco reluctantly agrees before they part ways again and he takes the quickest way back to you.

Staying by your side all night, the tension in his body does not fade and even though his eyes start to slowly feel heavy, he stays awake. He will not let you out of his sight and pays particular attention to your breathing, which initially remains regular. When Hermione joins them in your room, a vessel in her hand, he is finally relieved from his suffering.

“This is Wiggenweld Potion. It reverses the effects of Sleeping Draughts”, she explains and hands Draco the potion. "It is not exactly described how to give it to the victim though I once heard that a prince used it to heal a princess. With a kiss.”

Hermione did not even finish her sentence as you can already feel Draco’s soft lips on yours and within a few seconds, your eyes flutter open. Whatever is just flowing down your throat tastes bitter and you look around confused, looking into blurred faces that seem relieved.

“For Merlin’s sake, you are alive”, Draco breathes out, hugging you tightly, so tight that he almost chokes you. Inhaling his pleasant scent, your exhausted body relaxes, but you still can’t remember anything. After you passed out in the hallway, you felt like you were floating on clouds. You could not hear anymore, could not move and for a brief moment you saw a bright white light in front of you, coming closer and closer.

“What happened?”, your voice comes out muffled as you talk against Draco’s shoulder. He loosens his arms around you and takes both of your hands in his, running his fingers over your delicate palms.

“You were under the influence of the Draught of the Living Death. Ron apparently mixed it into your drink by accident. It was meant for me and- I am so terribly sorry. If I had not been so stupid, then-“

“Then I would still be sleeping now”, you finish his sentence and give him a gentle smile, the tension in his face and body disappearing. Slowly leaning forward, you connect your lips again, this time for a proper kiss. “I am not mad at neither you nor Ron.”

In the corner of your eye, you also see Hermione relax at your words, breathing out deeply.

“Did you at least learn from it?”, you lift an eyebrow and look at Draco expectantly.

“I swear that I will never ever in my life even think about uttering one of those curses again”, he explains honestly and raises his hands in defense. “I was stupid and I will apologize to them.”

“Already done”, Hermione smiles and opens the door, causing Harry and Ron to stumble into the room, Ron looking at you anxiously and with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, Ron. I am fine”, you reassure him, but his gaze still wanders between Draco and you, not sure how to judge the scene.

“How about we agree that we still do not like each other, but that we at least do no more physical harm?”, Draco suggests and after everyone agreed and said goodbye, he is the only one who stays by your side.

“You look tired, babe. You should get some sleep”, you mention and take his face between your hands, softly caressing his cheeks.

“You do not seriously think that I will let you sleep alone after all of this, do you?”, he states as he is already making himself comfortable on the bed next to you, pulling you closer to him, protecting you from all the evil in the world. In fact, he does, and keeps his word. After this incident there has never been another one.

[local-ground-apple]

Hello! IDK if this has been asked, but... How would the dormitory leaders react when they and s/o got the main roles for the annual theater play? And it's romance with the kissing at the end of the play~ ❤

I can totally see Vil being so into this! Thank you for your request~~! ❤

🥀 for sure Cater will be in the first row filming the whole play and zooming on kissing scene and then sending it to literally everyone (rip Cater Diamond, you will be remembered)

🥀 Riddle simply turns into red, flustered ball on emotions. Which you think it’s kind of cute. It will take a lot of time to convince him to actually agree and prepare for the role, 

🥀 at first he’s completely against whole idea. Sure, he is flattered and proud of himself (and you) for getting a role in the annual theater play, but deep down Riddle is insecure. He’s not sure whether he can portray the character right,

🥀 oh and the mere thought of kissing you in front of whole school makes his already rosy cheeks even redder than usual,

🥀 so you two end up practising mostly the kiss, cause each time your lips linger a bit closer to his, Riddle’s cheeks flush rosy color and his whole form melts,

🥀 which you think it’s cute, but you both know that absolutely cannot happen on the stage

🥀 and yes, Cater coos how cute you both are and offers some acting tips,

🦁 the annual theater play, huh? Certainly not interested, would muttered Leona while turning on his back to continue his nap peacefully,

,,Y’know, it would be a real shame if Malleus got the role of the prince” “yhm, I don’t care” “there’s a kissing scene, y’know?” “WHAT, THIS IS MY ROLE”

🦁 absolutely doesn’t mind kissing scene, instead Leona insists on practicing it few times. To make sure it’s perfect, as he would playfully say, 

,,We can’t practice this one scene all over again. Did you even learn the script?” “We have a script?”

🦁 you and Ruggie has to literally drag his lazy ass to rehearsals, since Leona wouldn’t even bother attending them,

🦁 surprisingly, he’s amazing on the stage (when he actually puts some effort in his acting). Needless to say, he did steal the show,

🦁 how Leona managed to learn his parts and actually steal the whole show is still a mystery to you and Ruggie

🦁  little did you know, that he actually practiced in secret, without telling anyone as if he wanted to keep up his “cool aura”

🐙 wishes you all best, but he politely refuses to take part in the play. Even your pleading, puppy eyes aren’t sufficient to convince him. However, dating Azul taught you one thing – everything is possible if you know person’s deepest secrets

🐙 so you blackmailed him with slight help from Jade (Floyd won’t ever shut up about this),

🐙Azul has never ever in his octopus life felt that stunned. The way his eyes widen when you presented the conditions, was almost hilarious to you,

🐙 you enjoyed this way too much,

🐙probably one of the few who actually learned the whole script and practiced it every evening before going to bed. Once Azul sees that there’s no turning back, he will do everything to thoroughly prepare himself and steal the show,

🐙 insists on you two practicing after lessons and you happily oblige,

🐙 Azul denied the role at first, because he was simply insecure and anxious. The mere thought of kissing you in front of whole school where the eyes of every student will be all over you two, is simply paralyzing to him. Besides, he has a certain image of callous and meticulous businessman to maintain,

🐙 he will definitely get nervous few minutes before the start of the play. Azul’s heart will be racing, while he would be sweating and heavily breathing, but the moment your hands gently cup his face and your sweet words leave your lips, his body slowly begins to relax, 

,,Don’t be so anxious, we had practiced it. It’s gonna be alright” “Y/N, I think we should practice this kissing scene one more time”

🦂 when you two got main roles in the annual school musical, you both were on cloud nine. Literally. Jamil had to listen to you both fangirling over it for almost a whole night, 

🦂 Kalim is extremely, extremely, extremely excited and he’s beaming with happiness. He defintely thinks you’re both are made for the roles and he will put his heart into acting, singing and dancing, 

🦂 well, the preparations may be a tad bit sloppy, yet you both don’t complain. The evenings spent on singing nice tunes, learning lyrics together, practicing choreographies and finally acting out few scenes is very enjoyable to Kalim (and of course you), 

🦂 Kalim is rather giddy about kissing scene. Well, he certainly doesn’t mind it! No, no, he’s actually more than happy to kiss you in front of whole school. This man knows no shame, 

🦂 rehearsals are chaotic. Well, the rehearsals your duo does, at least. During practices with the rest of students and teacher, suddenly you two are dead serious and focused on getting the notes and script right, 

🦂 the duality sometimes scares Jamil, 

💜 did someone say theatre play? Main roles? And on top of it kissing scene? And the male lead is not some sexy vilian? Vil is ceratinly in,

💜 he knows exactly what he’s doing and what you’re supposed to do. After all, his acting skills are simply splendid. Vil is more than eager to help you out, 

💜 you two practice the script a LOT, acting out every single scene multiple times, just so you can ace it. He is rather strict as a partner/acting teacher, but you are aware that Vil just wants to make sure everything will be perfect and you will present yourself as best as you can,

💜 you find Vil’s advices extremely helpful and after a while you begin feel confident in your newly acquired skills, 

💜he is not nervous before kissing scene, bah, he brushes it off as if it was something normal or regular in his life. Meanwhile, you are freaking out and screaming internally, 

💜 which makes Vil amused and he may tease you a LOT, insisting to practice the kissing scene. His lips will playfully brush against yours for a brief second, before he pulls away with a smirk, while you can only pout and die from feels, 

🖤 panic mode 10000000000. Idia is absolutely terrified when you tell him the “good news”,

🖤 give him literally 5 minutes and he will have his suitcase packed, booked flight to “Nope-land” and would be on his merry way. Idia is screaming internally as that’s something definitely out of his comfort zone,

🖤 he absolutely hates speaking before a big public, yet alone acting and the mere thought of having a kissing scene with you is more than enough to give him a heart attack. He certainly doesn’t want to disappoint you, since you’re so excited to take part in school play with him, yet it’s a matter of time before Idia politely refuses,

🖤 you don’t push him though – you do respect his boundaries,

🖤 however, when Idia proposes to either clone or create a hologram of himself for the play, you are just speechless and it’s your turn to politely refuse,

🖤 as much as Idia hates the mere thought of you kissing someone else, he won’t change his mind (he may suggest Vil to play the other main character tho)

🐲 Malleus is stunned and speechless the moment you tell him that you both got the main roles,

🐲 he’s even more stunned and speechless when you shyly mutter that it will involve the kissing scene,

🐲 Malleus has never really taken part in theatre play, yet alone displayed his affection (or more like affection of his character) for you in front of such crowd. Obviously, he hesitates, but your excited tone of voice and eyes filled with pure happiness were enough to convince him,

🐲 Malleus takes his role rather seriously and he prepares himself thoroughly – he knows the whole script by heart and could describe every detail of random scene in the middle of the night,

🐲 you are definitely more nervous than Malleus before kissing scene. He seems as stoic and collected as always, while you may be screaming internally,

,,I think we should practice this scene more” “I have kissed you more than 10 times already, darling. I may start thinking that this is just a mere excuse for you to kiss me, huh?” “That’s…that’s…THAT’S certainly not true Malleus!”

🐲 guaranteed that Lilia will be in the first row with a camera, while Sebek will be taking ton of pictures (and yeah, Silver is asleep per usual). “You’re doing great, sweetie” along with “Waka-sama hype man”  will be a perfect addition to the theatre play,

[rebeccccccaaa]

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ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛᴇᴅ: (ANON) hey i just stumbled on your stuff. it's really good!! and this is my first ever request so i don't know if i'm doing it right, but do you think you could write something where the reader is insecure about her body hair and bucky or steve is just like comforting them and maybe some slight smut??

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: SMUT 18+ minors dni, major fluff miss girl 

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: idk if you were looking for just coochie hair but this was really real for me so i made it like an all around insecurity about having hairy arms, shoulders, back, belly, the whole shabang i hope that was ok . this really hit home as a Latina/Hispanic with prominent body hair so i really hope you guys like it

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“What about this one?” Nat held a silk dress, the front cutting low as well as the back. 

“It’s pretty,” you started.

“Yeah?”

“Pretty revealing,” you snorted.

“Nat I already told you, I was thinking maybe something with long sleeves, maybe a pant suit? That's a power move,” you laughed. 

“Y/n, you have a gorgeous body and you should show everyone,” she said smiling softly. 

“It’s not that, it’s just….”

“Just what?” she asked concerningly. 

“It’s stupid,” you chuckled nervously.

“It’s not stupid if it’s bothering you this much,” she said. 

“I don’t really like to wear clothes that show off a lot of skin because I don’t- ugh,” you huffed out, “I have a lot of hair, Like everywhere.”

“You’re human; you’re supposed to,” Nat chuckled.

“I know, but it's very visible and I get a bit insecure,” you mumbled. 

“Awe, it’s ok. You’re still the most beautiful girl in the whole world, did you know that?” Nat smiled hoping to lighten the mood.

“Shut up,” you pushed her playfully.

“No seriously, you’re so stunning and if a guy, who probably looks like a fucking werewolf, has the audicity to say you’re too hairy can literally stick a razor up their ass,” she said making you giggle. 

“You know Steve wouldn’t care,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

“Stop it,” she was always teasing you about Steve, and as much as you did like him, it’s so embarrassing. 

“Come on buy this one and flaunt that gorgeous body so y’all can fuck.”

“Oh my-  If I buy it will you shut up?”

“Yes.”

You snatched the garment from her hands and walked prissily to the counter hearing the red head snicker behind you.

-

You stood in front of the mirror staring at your appearance. Your skin glowed against the silk fabric, the tie resting on the side of your waist pulling the fabric in to accentuate your features. The back was cut low with practically no fabric above your sacrum. 

Those little hairs crept along your back and you couldn’t help but frown at them. The fuzz was so visible and you just wish you had thin hairs, hardly noticeable like those girls on social media. Growing up people always had something to say about the hairs on your shoulders and your arms. Nothing’s changed as an adult now and it fed horribly into your insecurities. 

“You ready?” Nat came into your room, making you snap your head towards her.

“Oh my goodness, you look so beautiful!” Wanda said walking into your room as well.

“Thank you, guys,” you smiled softly. You couldn’t help but hide your arms placing your hands over your forearms and Nat looked at you gingerly and grabbed your hands softly. 

“Everything about you is beautiful, ok?” she smiled.

“Thanks,” you responded before heading downstairs. 

The music seemed quiet compared to the voices that chattered up and down the halls and rooms. It was very crowded and you were quickly left alone; Nat headed to the bar and Wanda instantly spotting Vision. 

You held your head high and walked through the crowd to the table where Tony had appetizers and snacks for the guests. You felt confident after Nat’s words and you definitely caught the eyes of many different oglers there. One particular man had walked with poise stopping before you with a smile. 

He was quite handsome and you returned a smile, casting your eyes down shyly. He wore a classic all black look, a black button up collar with sleek balck suit pants. His shoes were also black and he looked very put together. He had pitch black hair and gorgeous green eyes. You were hypnotized. 

“You look absolutely ravishing darling,” he spoke smoothly. 

“Oh, uh, thank you. You look very nice too,” you said timidly. 

You two made small talk before migrating to the bar. Nat gave you a look before Wanda spoke to you, her eyes as well as yours glowing red and her voice echoed in your head.

What about Steve?

Get out!

“Woah, what’s with your eyes?” the guy said surprised. 

“What?” you retorted.

“They- They were red for a second,” he stuttered.

“Maybe you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” Nat swooped in. 

“Yeah, probably,” he chuckled. 

You two continued to talk until he asked the dreaded question. The question that always makes you unbelievably self conscious and gross. The question that every goddamn man on earth feels they need to ask for no fucking reason.

“Why don’t you shave your arms?” 

“What?” you asked dumbfounded.

“Well, you’re very uh- hairy. Do you shave your legs?” 

“I- uh. I don’t understand.”

“Well, I just noticed you’ve got a lot of hair on your arms and your shoulders. You should probably shave it, you know?” he said.

Nat and Wanda exchanged shocked and foul looks, rolling their eyes at the man’s remarks. You smiled sarcastically before storming away. Men seriously have nothing but the audacity. You covered your arms and caved yourself in just trying to run from the situation. Before you could head to the elevators you bumped into a strong body. 

“Y/n, I was looking for you- Wow, you look- wow,” he said with wide eyes. He’s never seen you in a dress quite like this. The silk was shining beautifully like your glowing skin and the straps fell from your shoulders making Steve fight the urge to kiss and nip at your soft skin. The color complimented your skin tone incredibly and he was so enamored by your beauty; not that you weren’t always the most beautiful. 

You were angelic. 

“Thanks um, I’m gonna back up now. Not really feeling too hot,” you mean that quite figuratively. 

“What, but the party’s just getting started! I haven’t gotten to dance with you,” he gave that gorgeous smile that would make any woman fall to their knees. 

“Steve-”

“Come on just one dance?” he grabbed your hand. 

“You have to buy me a drink first,” you smirked, dragging him to the bar. Upon arrival, Nat smiled knowingly at you before making your favorite and Steve handed a twenty dollar bill. The later the night got, the more Stark’s guests drunken themselves into a careless party vibe. 

The lights were dimmed and the music grew louder. You finished your drink and Steve raised his brows waiting with a grin on his gorgeous face. You grabbed his hand and made your way to the makeshift dance floor that Tony’s guests had created.

Steve came up behind you with his hands on your hips and swayed with them to the beat of the music. Strangers around him had created quite a sexual tension filled aura that definitely affected you both. Your head was thrown back on Steve’s shoulder and your eyes were closed.

Steve looked around before catching his gaze with Nat’s smirking and nodded as if to tell him to make a move already. He looked down at you again, you were so beautiful in his arms. He ran his nose along the side of your face and sensed your head slowly leaning into him. 

You smiled slowly and Steve pressed a soft kiss to your temple. He kept pressing faint kisses down your neck as his hands trailing up your sides giving your goosebumps. He ran his nose along your shoulder and pressed kisses there too when you suddenly became overwhelmed with insecure questions; what if he notices the hairs? What if he asks the same question? Or worse, what if he gets disgusted by that?

You pushed him off and quickly ran away through the crowd. Confused, Steve chased after you. You walked quickly after leaving the crowd and made your way back to the elevator as you did earlier in the night. Steve was concerned that maybe he might’ve done something you might not wanted and scared you away.

“Hey, hey,” he reached for your arm, of which you quickly retracted.

“Wait, Y/n,” you avoided his eyes as you round the corner towards the elevator. Steve stepped in front of you, pushing your back against the wall caging you with his arms. 

“What happened? I thought- I thought we were you know, having a moment,” he smiled guiltily.

“Steve, I’m sorry but…” you trailed off. 

“Is it me?”

“No! J- Ugh, Steve. Please,” you just wanted to go to your room and cry; you let your insecurities get the best of you once again and ran away from something that could’ve been. 

“Then what is it? Because I like you; I really like you. And I need you to tell me if you don’t feel the same because I’m just gonna think that I did something wrong and that I hurt you; and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I did,” he told you.

“You didn’t do anything,” you teared up; you brought his forehead to yours and brushed his nose against yours.

“Growing up people always teased me for my body hair. Guys always told me that I needed to shave my arms because being able to see the hair was gross. I feel so ugly. And that fucking asshole tonight; I really thought he was gonna be different. They’re all the same.”

“Y/n, look at me. You are so fucking beautiful. Everything about you is perfect and I want nothing more than to show you.”

“You don’t think I need to shave,” you pouted. 

“No, and anyone that tells you that, you let me know and I’ll punch them,” he said with a deadpan look making you grin.

“Sorry. No one’s ever said those things to me, about you know,” you cupped his face.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You smiled softly before leaning into him and pressing your lips against his gingerly. You could feel him smile into the kiss and his hands cradled the back of your head as he deepened the kiss. 

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said against your lips.

He pulled away and turned around briefly to call the lift. He grabbed your hand and pulled you inside pressing you against the wall to kiss you sloppily. Your chest heaved up and down at his passion and when he pulled away you were left breathless. 

He led you to his room where he was on you in an instant again, your back pressed against his door and his lips on your neck. Your head was thrown back as you basked in the feeling of his lips against your neck. Your hands making home in his hair. 

He pulled your strap down pressing kisses along your shoulder. You tensed a bit out of natural habit but his lips felt so soft and gentle, you relaxed and indulged in his attention. Your finger made work with his baby blue button up that complemented his eyes perfectly and pushed his collar shirt off his broad shoulders. 

You grew a bit of confidence and pushed him off backing him up until he sat on the edge of his bed. When Steve plopped down he couldn’t help the huge grin on his face. His hands went under your dress caressing your thighs with his thumbs waiting for your next move. 

You bit your lip as you slowly untied the string that cinched your waist; unveiling your body to him wearing simply a pair of nude lace panties. You could hear the lustful groan that came from Steve, his eyes wandering your body as if he were memorizing everything about you. 

Hyper aware of your insecurity now that you’ve told him, he noticed the soft hairs that gloss over your skin. He had no problem with it. He thought it was beautiful; especially the little happy trail down your stomach. His hands came up your side and he leaned forward to kiss your belly. You instinctively pulled away and tensed before muttering apologies under your breath. 

“You don’t need to apologize, doll,” he looked up at you. 

He leaned forward again, his lips making contact with your hot skin this time. The eyes he gave were soft yet hungry and you couldn’t help the arousal that pooled between your thighs. He pulled you forward so you sat comfortably on his lap and grabbed your hands in his own. He placed them around his neck turning his head to the side to kiss the inside of your forearm all the way up to your shoulder.

“You are so gorgeous, absolutely ethereal, celestial, heavenly, god I could just look at you all day,” he said, making you grow flustered.

“It’s true, darling.”

“Thank you,” you said with teary eyes. 

Beautiful. Angelic. Divine. Perfect. Steve whispered those words against your burning skin as he turned you over to lay on your back. You kissed him messily before he moved down your body slowly practically peeling your panties from your body. 

The sight of your dripping cunt was enough for Steve’s cock to harden painfully. He stood up eagerily and dropped his pants and boxers surprising you. He was much bigger than you had anticipated and the nerves fluttered in your belly whether he’d fit comfortably or not. 

“You ok?” he rubbed your leg when he saw concern in your face.

“Yeah, you’re uh- you’re really big,” you said, making him chuckle.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable,” he reassured.

“No, I do! I really do,” you said quickly making him laugh harder this time. 

“Here, I think this will make it easier,” he grabbed your hand so you could sit up easily before quickly grabbing a condom and handing it to him. He pulled you close to let you straddle his legs as you did moments ago. He pumped his erect cock for a second before tearing the foil and wrapping it around his girth.

You stood up on your knees and stared into his eyes as you felt his tip at your entrance. You slowly sank down onto him feeling absolutely stretched to your fullest. You and Steve both moaned simultaneously as you took his entire length. You hadn’t even moved yet and Steve could you feel you pulsating around him. 

Your walls were so soft and velvety, Steve knew he wasn’t going to last long. 

“Ugh, baby, you gotta move please,” he moaned.

“You feel so good,” you whimpered. You lifted yourself before returning to settle back down over and over again. 

Steve leaned forward pressing kisses to your breasts whilst holding your waist to steady your bounces. He looked at you with nothing but adoration and devotion relishing in the moment he has with you. You were so goddamn beautiful above him, Steve couldn’t help the quickly approaching release. 

He could feel your wall clenching around him signaling how close you were. You began to grow tired and you were no longer bouncing up and down but rather rocking your hips forward and back now. Doing this stimulated your clit, rubbing against his pelvis and soon enough that had you body shaking in pleasure. 

“Fuck, Steve, I’m coming!” you gripped onto his shoulders. His finger dug into your own flesh surely to leave marks of some sort later and his head was thrown back as he chanted your name like a prayer. 

You pressed your lips against his neck kissing and sucking leaving purple and red marks and bites on him as you reached your climax. Every muscle in your body convulsed and tightened against Steve until you finally felt like you could relax. 

“You were so good, baby girl. So good for me,” he soothed; his hand rubbing and scratching your back gently. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out.

“Sh, I got ya. Relax, baby,” he could feel your slightly trembling body limp against him.

“That was amazing,” you whispered, continuing to press faint kisses on his neck.

“You’re amazing,” he said cheekily. 

“Thank you; for making me feel beautiful again.”

“I’d do anything for you. You deserve the world. You’re so stunning and anyone who wants to say otherwise is just jealous and full of shit,” he said making you grin. 

“You want me to run you a bath?” he asked softly.

“Only if you join me?”

“Deal.” 

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Not Enough - Oikawa (Haikyuu) x Reader x Gojo (JJK)

Summary: Your relationship with Oikawa feels more like a curse than anything else as it comes to a close. (~4.2k words) or tl;dr gojo is mr. steal your girl

Warnings: breakup, idk Gojo is a warning, cracky angst?, pegging mention, yandere themes

A/N: Ngl I’m patting myself on the back for making a crossover fic work somewhat LOLLLL, you can roll your eyes if you want this is hella melodramatic.

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---

“I-I think it’s best for us to end things here, Tooru...”

Oikawa’s fingers tightened around the cell phone in his hand at the sound of your shakily delivered proposition, and further at the abrupt pregnant pause thereafter - not because he was angry, nor afraid, but out of an all-encompassing confusion.

Two things were wrong with this situation. First of all, it was late enough for you, thousands of miles away, that he was genuinely surprised that you were still awake in the first place and the fact that your voice was thick with tears was particularly upsetting, implying that you’d been up all night before you decided to call. Second, you had to be feeling unwell because you were talking pure nonsense.

He must have not heard correctly. You wanted to ‘end things’?

End what? You and him? That couldn’t possibly happen.

Moments passed, maybe even a full minute, and Oikawa stood perfectly still in spite of the uncomfortable combination of a weightless sensation in his legs and a feverish pounding in his chest as he tried to let himself understand what you were saying. Suddenly lightheaded, he realized he had been holding his breath while you remained quiet on the other end of the line. Maybe he was hoping for you to fill the silence, but he knew you wouldn’t offer anything additional; he could tell from the single soft sniffle that betrayed your sadness.

He sucked air into his lungs.

“I... don’t know what you mean,” Oikawa replied, his voice steady even if his body wasn’t.

You continued.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore. It’s really hard… and I get so lonely, and I know it’s wrong, but sometimes it hurts to see you so happy without me…”

Your voice was smaller still, enough that he strained to hear you past the rush of blood past his temples. For a moment, he considered pretending he couldn’t hear you say such unpleasant things just so that he wouldn’t have to deal with the reality unfolding in front of him in this disdainfully sunny early afternoon, while he stood in the middle of the hallway right outside of his high rise apartment.

The fact that you had finally given up on him after all this time.

In a small way, Oikawa couldn’t blame you. While he had been gone chasing his dream, the emerging star had just as quickly been running further away from you day by day. He knew this was mostly his fault: he called you less frequently and whenever you did talk, the conversations were shorter and less substantial until you and he both felt like your interactions were a simple chore, a checkbox on his never-ending to-do list.

But yet, he could and would absolutely blame you. Long distance was hard but you had promised you’d stay by his side, hadn’t you? You’d promised him, rain or shine, through drought and storm. What could possibly be the issue now?

Even if you hurt, it would only be temporary, and he could always make up for it in full or even twice-fold. In fact, he was on his way to come see you in person this very second; it would just be mere hours before his flight would depart. Coming suddenly on holiday like this was meant to be a surprise, and his suitcase beside him was filled with gifts and souvenirs for you that would, at least partially, assuage your hurt.

At least he thought. Maybe the issue stemmed deeper, starting with the very fact that you weren’t such a fan of gifts - what you really craved was loyalty and quality time - and that too, he had chosen to ignore. Because it was easier to love you the way he wanted to love you, rather than the way you wanted to be loved.

You were often indecisive anyway. Did you ever truly know what you wanted?

“___, stop being silly. I love you -”, he paused at this last declaration for emphasis, gauging your reaction, of which you gave him none, then continued, “-and I’m coming to see you before the sun sets tomorrow,” he insisted, a stern edge in his voice to further supplant the denial that was keeping him able to breathe. Strength returning to his limbs, he resumed his path to the elevators, dragging his belongings behind him.

You were silly. You missed him and you were delirious from loneliness and sleep, and that’s why ridiculous things were coming out of your mouth, that’s all it had to be, he figured. End things? What you had was something precious and irreplaceable. Nothing could be better than what you were together.

It would be you and him for life, at least to him.

Unfortunately for you, that ideal had long since perished.

Any other time, you would have paused, your breath hitching in your throat, your heart pounding as you conjured up the image of your Tooru coming to be in your arms once more, to cross the vast distance and be yours again as it should be. He’d be quick to show you that he chose you over crowded gyms full of adoring spectators, a perfect set, the rush of victory, or a pretty Instagram model.

Any other time before, but time had run out with both you and him unsuspecting, in a flash of clear blue eyes.

---

A few months earlier...

“I’m not interested.”

Your voice was flat and so was your expression. Muttering a soft ‘excuse me’, you walked past the tall young man who had taken the fact that he’d helped you reach an item on the highest shelf (despite the fact that you were still somewhat tall, you still had struggled), as an invitation to follow you around the grocery store.

The stranger had started off indiscreetly at first, and you had to admit, when you’d passed him in the aisle, you had given him a double-take, and it wasn’t just because you were wondering how he could see the food before him with a black blindfold wrapped over his eyes, so you hadn’t thought too much of it. He was admittedly handsome - at least the lower part of his face was - and his relaxed voice and posture as he reached over and handed you your box of cereal reminded you just a smidge of your Tooru.

Your Tooru wouldn’t be caught in that nondescript dark ensemble, though.

Saying “thanks” and continuing on your merry way should have been enough. But instead, this same man had immediately started walking besides you as you pushed your cart as though he knew you, making comments about your groceries.

“I’m not particularly fond of eggs, but they’re a good source of protein.”

“You seem to have a sweet tooth, just like me!”

You probably should have been concerned about this man’s mental state, but he didn’t exactly seem harmful or delusional, just weird. But you were almost done with your shopping trip, and now he was in line with you with a single bag of chips in his hand, and it occurred to you for a while that this stranger might try to follow you home.

“Do you need something, sir?” You told him in exasperation.

He furrowed his eyebrows in mild confusion, still a smidge too close behind you and raised his bag of chips. “No, I’m fine.”

“Why are you following me?” You finally said, bolder than usual in this semi-crowded grocery store. You had had enough of being polite and you’d tried very hard so far. Today had been a long day and you just wanted to cook a meal and sleep, not argue with strangers.

“Oh, I was trying to be friendly,” he replied, shrugging, as though that were normal behavior, and thus here you were, switching lanes abruptly while making it clear to him that he needed to leave you the fuck alone.

Checking out of the store with your items occurred without incident but you had to admit you were both irritated and confused about that encounter, and again, while you didn’t exactly feel malicious intent or really any sort of ‘creepiness’ from the young man, the behavior was nevertheless alarming. You surreptitiously glanced over your shoulder just to make sure he wasn’t still in sight, only to catch him walking in the other direction, whistling again with the single bag of chips in his hand, now paid for.

Again stunned, you found yourself lost in a stare for a moment, a million questions in your head.

What was he trying to accomplish? And most importantly, how could he see with that blindfold?

What did he look like without it?

Quickly realizing your questions were getting absurd, you decided that whether he was attractive or not was a completely inconsequential thought, because the fact of the matter was that he had to be clinically insane. Absolutely.

With that thought in mind, you texted a friend briefly sparing the least salient details.

Call me in about thirty minutes if I don’t call you first. I’ll fill you in later.

Just for safety’s sake, but thankfully, you didn’t think you’d ever seen him again.

You may have brought up your odd encounter to Tooru that night, if he had managed to return your call.

---

“Go to sleep, I’ll talk to you when I land tomorrow. I love you, ____.”

Before you could protest, the line cut off abruptly and you lowered your phone to your lap. Now it was no longer just your voice wavering, but your entire body trembling as you sat over the side of your bed. You lurched forward, the pit of your stomach heavy with guilt.

Your Tooru was coming to see you and for once, he was the last person you wanted to see.

---

You had left your home a little later than usual but given that you would rather die than miss your morning coffee and croissant, you still stopped by your neighborhood bakery.

Noting that the line was a little longer than expected, you queued up, humming softly to the beats of your favorite song, not registering that the man standing before you had turned slowly in your direction and was now smiling down at you.

“Fancy seeing you here again.”

Your eyes furrowed as you looked up, then almost yelped in surprise when your eyes registered the same white-haired stranger who had stunned you at the supermarket lined up just two paces before you.

What the-

Of all the coffee shops in this city, why here? The hairs on your neck stood up on end, worse when he decided to keep speaking.

“Let me buy your coffee,” he proposed, tentatively. “Only condition is that you have to drink it with me.”

Today, the strangest of strangers almost looked normal; rather than a blindfold, his eyes were hidden by a dark pair of sunglasses and his hair had been allowed to fall into a slightly windswept cut. He was also dressed less eclectically, in a loose-necked long sleeved shirt and a pair of fitted dark jeans.

Like this, you could call him fashionable. He was definitely forward, at the very least.

He was obviously flirting and normally you would have a curt prepared answer for him, but the manner in which he leaned forward, smirking with hands on his hips, again felt too familiar. Like Tooru, who had forgotten to call you back and instead sent you a quick text that promised he’d get back to you.

If he remembered.

Before you knew it, and almost embarrassed as soon as it left your mouth, you blurted out, “I… have to go to work.”

It wasn’t a lie but for some reason it came out like one. Perhaps because what you would have normally said was, “I have a boyfriend,” without giving him a second look.

He frowned nevertheless.

“That’s too bad,” he finally said, letting out a loud sigh, excessively dramatic for the situation. You stared at him, dumbfounded, and he suddenly clasped his hands together, preparing to say something else but the barista had called for the next customer.

He made a motion for you to go before him, and flustered, you obliged, giving the barista a look that implored for help in any way he could offer it. The barista knew you well enough to ring up your order before you even asked for it, but not well enough to sense that the man behind you was actively harassing you.

“I can buy my own coffee, sir,” you murmured once you saw him rummage in his pockets and pull out his wallet while the barista went off to toast your pastry.

He grinned widely.

“Call me Satoru.”

---

“A drink for you, sir?”

The flight attendant’s voice betrayed a hint of irritation under her sweet tone of voice, hinting that she had been waiting for him to answer a while, and Oikawa realized that he had been staring at his phone for a lot longer than he expected. He flashed her his classic pearly whites before nodding, but the wheels in his head were still turning.

A mere couple of hours into the first leg of his flight back to Japan, he had taken to poring over his last few conversations with you.

Conversations that, at least from his end, had become pressured, short, and at times, he had been downright dismissive.

But he loved you - you had to understand that! It was a lot to manage:  being available for you but also giving 150% of himself to the game.

So what if he missed your calls but kept his Instagram up-to-date? So what if he was a little bit too cozy with his fans (and known to be so)?

There was always you, and you were supreme. He’d do anything for you.

“Wine?” The attendant offered him the higher octave in her voice making it clear that Oikawa had managed to charm her back into her retail persona.

Maybe a glass, but he’d limit his drinking. He wouldn’t want to disappoint you when you met.

---

You were shocked.

Satoru stopped a car that was meant to crush you, and you were still trying desperately to comprehend what had just transpired.

You were possibly too eager to escape that coffee shop, to get away from the young man whose presence both unsettled your stomach and made your face grown warm, that you’d hurried out into the crosswalk, somewhat complicated drink and slightly crisped pastry in hand, and right into the path of a car hurtling through a red light.

You didn’t have time to scream or rarely even time to drop your drink, but the impact of your carelessness and preoccupation, between him, being late to work, wondering why the fuck your boyfriend had yet again forgotten to text back, never came.

Instead, the car seemed to halt to a stop almost immediately before you, before him who now stood before you with lips held into a neutral expression, and one hand in his pocket. Even if time seemed to stop for a split second, the force that should have struck your body didn’t, instead hurtling around you in a terrifying gust of wind.

But you were safe.

There was a shatter of glass windows as energy redistributed and the car took the brunt of the shock, and airbags deployed, engulfing the driver who could have possibly ended your life.

When Satoru finally turned to you slowly, looking at your cowering form, you finally caught a glimpse of piercing blue. For once he wasn’t smiling, and he was suddenly much more terrifying than anything else.

As though the mask had come off.

He didn’t ask if you were okay. Instead, he asked you to control your grief.

---

You shouldn’t be able to love anyone so much that your heart breaks repeatedly.

Something about you had to be pathological - it couldn’t be normal to feel the pain of separation this acutely. It was just a long-distance relationship, even if he was just getting more famous and less available by the day.

You shouldn’t wake up wondering if you could still breathe without him.

You shouldn’t.

---

“I’m a sorcerer,” Gojo revealed as he stirred a warm caramel latte, as though he had said the most natural thing in the world.

You tilted your head over so slightly, knit eyebrows betraying your confusion.

“... Like a circus performer?”

The repetitive turn of his wrist halted almost immediately and he looked at you, the constant smug smirk immediately awash from his features.

“Do I look like I belong in the circus?!” He half-exclaimed, half-whined, as though you were the only patrons in this bustling coffee shop. Part of you was bent on saying yes, but you kept mum yet staring at his face in distress, you find yourself stifling a giggle.

Now that he’d saved your life, you felt (and probably erroneously so) obligated to at least indulge him in coffee, and your curiosity about the young man sitting before you a whole day later now waffled between morbid and genuine.

Cursed energy? Leaking from you? Sorcery?

He cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair once he realized you were more entertained by his distress than anything else, crossing his arms and raising his legs on the table. You stared at the bottom of his shoes with mild disgust but instead focused on his face.

He really was like your Tooru, the boyfriend that slipped away from your reach in your nightmares, causing you to wake in a cold sweat. You shook the thought of your head, a quick barely perceptible movement, and crossed your own arms.

“You’re sad enough that I can sense it, which despite the fact that I am obviously quite gifted, can be a bit of an issue long term.”

“Why would it be an issue to you?”

“Because grief creates spirits and spirits are a pain in my ass.”

You furrowed your eyebrows again.

“So you followed me because you thought I was sad?” It sounded far fetched enough but absolutely on brand for a weirdo like the man before you. You took a sip of your tea - you’d picked chai for this… meeting. It wasn’t a date.

He grinned, an elbow rested on the table propping up his chin as he leaned back towards you.

“No, it’s because I thought you were beautiful.” ---

For the first time in a year, Oikawa’s first step back on Japanese soil did not immediately bring him joy but anxiety.

It was odd for him to feel anxiety, this unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, but of course it would dissipate the moment he saw you.

But first, a warm shower in his new hotel room. Then he’d go to see you.

It felt odd not to have you waiting for him, your million dollar - no, priceless - smile on your face, so he could kiss you dramatically in the midst of all watching to again reassert that you are his, and his alone.

But you were upset, and understandably so.

So he would come to you, as a good boyfriend should.

---

“I have a boyfriend,” you told him immediately and indignantly, as you got up to leave. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you I’m not interested.”

He didn’t rise as fast as you did, watching you calmly instead as you balled your fists in irritation. It’s so shameless how he flirts, you thought. He’s so bold and rude and even if he’s a ‘sorcerer’ as he claims, there’s no spell that he can cast onto you that will make you leave Oikawa for him.

Not your Tooru, whose last Instagram post features a beautiful, tan, large-breasted and bikini-clad woman you’ve never met.

“Where is he then?” Satoru said in a low voice. He didn’t necessarily mean to cut but it did anyway. A lump formed in your throat.

“Overseas.”

---

The sound of chirping crickets is surprisingly loud for this part of the city, Oikawa considered, as he made his way towards your apartment building. It was an atypically warm evening for this point in the spring and he briefly mused if that is what excited them. Maybe they were cheering for him. They sounded a lot like the crowds if he closed his eyes.

He also hoped you had room for the gifts he carried with him, the most important of which was a Cartier bracelet he would hand to you once he departed, with a solid gold T for Tooru.

If he was on the search for fame and glory, he had to spoil you too, right?

To think that you were so angry with him that you had not yet contacted him since he had landed.

He knocked on your door finally, noting the shuffling of too many feet towards the door. This was the right door. He didn’t understand. Did you have friends over?

He called, and you didn’t immediately pick up.

---

“You have to leave!” You hissed. The statement was a plea and it was a command and it was a curse.

The blue of Satoru’s eyes was less electric in the dim moonlight, now more of a cool ice. Bare naked like this and barely visible save for the cracks of the illuminated city through your blinds, he was unfairly beautiful, as though he were carved out of marble. Again like your Tooru. Like, not better.

But still, he was there when Tooru wasn’t.

But Tooru was there now, knocking on your door, having traveled thousands of miles despite the fact that you had broken up with him just yesterday.

It was too little, too late.

But you didn’t love Satoru. He was just a band-aid for the loneliness that wrung agony out of you.

Right?

“I don’t want to leave,” your makeshift lover replied, flatly.

Your glare was sharp and instant, but Satoru matched your look, less pointed but unwilling to sway.

An unstoppable force, no different from the day he’d saved your life.

But he’d caused the problem in the first place, hadn’t he? Would you have run out so carelessly if not for him?

Your voice softened as you slipped on your clothes. The fight was lost before it started.

“Please? I… I can’t do this to him.”

Only a plea was left.

Your phone started to ring and your throat felt as though it would close up.

“___?”

Before you knew it, you heard your front door open and your heart dropped into your throat.

---

“What the fuck-”

Blue eyes were cruel.

Oikawa prided himself on his height but Satoru was taller, and his smirk was wide, while Oikawa’s face was ghostlike, devoid of any appreciable expression. Stunned.

“So you’re the boyfriend?” His voice dripped with mock amusement and he patted him on the shoulder before swinging open the door wide, letting Oikawa into his own girlfriend’s apartment, only to stand face to face with you whose feet seemed glued to the floor in shock.

“I.. T-Tooru..”

“Are you fucking serious?!”

His voice came out as a cry and his tears hot and fast. You never thought you’d see him crumple so fast, for you, for anything.

Your mouth opened and closed, and your hands shook but again, you stayed planted to the same spot while Satoru, still shirtless (but at least with the decency to have worn a pair of pants before answering the door), settled himself on the couch.

Before you could open your mouth to find a word to defend yourself to your sobbing boyfriend, your visitor let out an exaggerated yelp.

“____, you really showed no mercy on my asshole, did you?” he jeered. Then covering his mouth, he made a gesture of ‘Oops.’

What could you do?

Oikawa looked like he would stop breathing any second. He wanted to fight and maybe scream, but what use was that?

You had broken up with him yesterday.

You approached slowly, attempting maybe a touch, anything that would make your mistake less grievous.

You’d only been seeing Satoru for several weeks to… you weren’t sure why, really? Tooru was the one you loved. And to see him curl up like this… someone who was normally so proud...

You were disgusted with yourself.

“Tooru-”

“You said you’d wait for me.”

It was shocking how quick he rose, broken dignity, gifts and all.

“Tooru!”

He turned to leave, while Satoru contented himself on picking the earwax from his ears. It was easier to be like this, insufferable, than to gracefully accept the idea that his object of affection loved someone else.

He’d coveted you from the day he’d met you.

“Tooru!!!”

You were running after a man who gave 150% to everything, yet again. 

Everything but you.

But had he at the very least given you 100%? You weren’t sure.

Oikawa was the last person who could accept the thought of someone else. You weren’t sure if he’d call you ever again. You weren’t even sure you wanted to break up.

Cursed energy. Maybe you didn’t just leak cursed energy. Maybe you were just cursed.

Heart shattering to pieces once Oikawa was no longer within view, you made it back to your room. Satoru was there waiting, and you couldn’t see the look in his eyes, but his arms were open, and so you fell into them.