#im sorry if this is confusing its very late over there so i struggled to put my thoughts into words lol

[really-fanny-longbottom]

okay sooooo

i had this little thought right

okay so maybe like reader has been a part of the inner circle for a looooong time like since the batboys were kids and they've all been friends forever, naturaly azriel has been in love with her since then, and a few years ago he realised they were mates (she doesn't know)

this one time she walks into the townhouse in just a bra and trousers, casually just walking in drinking coffee while the rhys and cass are just flabbergasted (cass being cass is eyeing the goods real hard because shes always been hot and he knows it) rhys is smirking and all (hes no less honestly)

then az walks in and hes just like what the fuck, she tries to explain smth happened to her shirt on the way and hes just grumbling and takes off his own shirt and is like put this own (cass is naturally making comments that make az's blood boil)

then you can choose where that goes from there

lmfaoooo im so sorry i couldn't get this idea out of my head

its okayyyy if you can't write it!!!

hi! sorry it took me so long to post but i've been really busy with university and only now have i had some free time.

anyway, here it is! thank you so much for this request, i loved writing it!

i hope you like it! 🫶🏻

my hero

summary: a small but very happy incident.

warnings: none

pairings: azriel x reader

words: 2.2k

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"ugh," a heavy groan escaped your lips at the sound of the clock. you seated slightly, your head pounding without mercy. 

as you looked at the window, your eyes fought against the early sunlight, before adjusting and finally allowing you to fully open them.

it took you a few seconds to remember your surroundings, and to be honest, to remember anything. 

the confusion didn't last long when all the memories from last night hit you all at once. 

you had gone out for the night with morrigan. you went to rita's for a girls night.

a night with a lot of drinking and dancing and singing and drinking again — mysterious headache solved.

you looked down on you, seeing the shiny short black dress you had chosen for last night specifically. 

you passed your hands through your messy hair and took a glance at your bedroom, absorbing the chaos that a very drunk you had caused.

how could just a person cause such a mess?

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"ugh!" a loud annoyed groan left your lips again

at the sound of the clock that kept attacking your brain. 

before you could think twice, you turned and reached out to punch the clock, causing it to fall to the ground.

you lowered yourself on the bed sheets with an arm over your head.

this was going to be a very long day.

and that's when it you.

your eyes and two seconds later, your legs were fighting against the bed sheets. 

after losing that battle, you ended up falling to the ground with a loud noise. 

a small 'huff' came out of your mouth before getting up and running to the clock as quickly as possible to check the time. 

10:07 am

"oh, shit."

you were late for your internship at the clinic.

"oh, shit."

you quickly begin to look for clean clothes at the same time you try to get rid of your dress. 

you manage to find something that looked relatively clean and put it on, your heart racing as you tried to get your hair to not look like a complete mess.

when you finished putting your hair in a more presentable state, you hurried to put on your shoes, but when you noticed the time again, you only managed to put on a sock before grabbing the first pair of shoes in sight and running out of your room. 

as you run for the stairs, you didn't have time to react before a body collided with yours and spilled coffee all over your t-shirt.

the hot contents against your skin forced you to let out a small scream and dropped the shoes to the floor as you struggled to pull the fabric of your t-shirt away from your body. 

"shit, shit, shit!" you cursed at the same time you blew on your t-shirt.

great, as if your day wasn't already going badly. 

"sorry," a small voice said.

you met your attacker's gaze as you looked up to see a beautiful female with green eyes and brown hair — morrigan's friend. 

right, you had forgotten that she had come home with the two of you — with mor. 

the female looked mortified as you stared at her annoyed. when you saw her opening her mouth to say something, you quickly stopped her.

"don't," you raised your hand at her, you didn't have time for this, "just. . .just go."

you pointed at morrigan's bedroom, whose door was slightly open. the female followed your direction, shrinking a little as she passed through you.

"idiot!" you cursed quietly. 

you looked at your bedroom and considered your options: the chances that you may find a new clean t-shirt in the middle of that mess, were very low and you were already late.

so you gave up and made your way down the stairs, starting to unbutton your shirt before completely taking it off, leaving you in your black lacy bra, and entering the kitchen.

rhysand and cassian who had been enjoying a late breakfast found themselves speechless upon your entrance. 

their gazes followed you as you moved to the sink and started working on removing the stain.

the males shared a gaze between them, identical smirks forming on both of their faces.

"good morning, y/n." rhysand greeted you as he took a sip of his tea cup.

you jumped startled, your eyes found theirs immediately, "gods, i didn't see you there."

rhysand's smirk grew wider. "oh, we know."

"did you get mugged?" cassian asked as he took in your figure.

you were barefoot with only one sock and shirtless.

"what?" you asked confused. 

cassian's eyes roam over your body.

"oh, no, morrigan's friend though it was a good idea to spill her coffee over me. freaking idiot," you murmured the last part, still focused on the task in hand.

cassian let out a snort "well, i'll make sure to thank her personally for this amazing view."

you rolled your eyes at his comment "oh, shut up, cassian. we grew up together, we've all seen each other naked at one point."

rhys smirked and grew before adding "sure, but we were either kids or teenagers at those times." 

cassian glanced at his brother, amusement all over his features "maybe we should go back to those times."

with another roll of your eyes, you tried to suppress a smile at your friend's comment while trying to get rid of the stain.

as on cue, the shadowsinger entered the kitchen to join his brothers for breakfast.

instead, he was surprised with a view of you shirtless — his shirtless mate.

the very reason, rhys and cassian had begun to tease you in the first place. 

what made this whole situation much funnier — the fact that you weren't aware of this detail. 

and things had just become a lot more interesting now with azriel in the room. 

his eyes widened at the sight of you but when he turned to find his brothers, his eyes darkened and a low growl was released.

"nice of you to join us, brother," cassian said casually as he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest.

he can practically feel the heat coming off of azriel, like smoke coming out of his ears.

"what's wrong, az?" rhys asked him, knowing exactly what was going on but seeing azriel riled up was too funny to miss it.

at the sound of their voices, you looked up and your eyes found a pair of hazel ones.

"oh, hi, azriel." you greeted him with your sweet smile — the one he liked so much.

the shadowsinger found himself melting at your words, at the way you said his name. 

his eyes instantly softed, a small blush coming to his cheeks and a goofy smile on his lips, "h-hi, y/n." 

you gave him a warm smile before going back to your task.

azriel regained his composure at the sound of his brothers' muffled laughter. 

he sighed and rolled his eyes at their behavior, he hadn't catched a break from them since he revealed the mating bond on one drunken night.

cassian elbowed rhys gently in the ribs to get his attention, when his eyes found his, the general gestured with his head to the shadowsinger. 

"hey, az" cassian tried to contain his urge to laugh, he knew what was about to happen. 

"what?" azriel managed to say, his eyes still on your figure.

"we were just talking. . ." cassian started, his voice teasing "about going back to those times when we were teenagers." 

azriel face scrunched in confusion, he shot his brother a look. 

"you know," cassian continued, his peripheral vision caught rhys trying to control himself  "those times where we didn't care about being naked in front of each other." 

both rhys and cassian snorted at the sight of azriel's face turning red.

"what?!" the male let out a little too loud then he had intended.

rhys proceeded, "yeah, you know. when we didn't care so much about formalities. don't you agree, y/n?" 

you rolled your eyes again at rhys comment, "i think you two have too much free time" you chuckled, "cauldron has mercy on the poor females that will ended up as your mates."

"hey!" both cassian and rhys protested.

azriel smiled at your comment, but it fell when he observed both of his brothers eyes roaming over your body, grins splattered on their features.

azriel moved to the edge of the table, placing his hands on the surface of it before giving them a glare and clenching his jaw.

"stop looking at her like that before i break your faces" he threatened through gritted teeth. 

cassian and rhys were quick to lift their arms in surrender, both muttering a small "yes, sir." 

azriel rolled his eyes in annoyance. his attention was caught when he heard you cursed quietly. 

he sent one last warning look to the two males before moving to stand behind you.

he was so close, that all it took was another step of his for your back to be pressed against his chest.

azriel would love to know the feeling of that sensation, but he remained where he was.

he peeked through your shoulder and saw that you couldn't get rid of the annoying coffee stain. 

"gods, madja is going to kill me for being late." 

without a second thought, azriel took a step back.

"here," he told you.

you turned to find him taking off his own shirt.

your eyes roamed his body — his sun-kissed skin, his muscles, his illyrian tattoos. 

you loved those tattoos. 

"put it on," he extended his hand to you, holding out his shirt.

"oh, that's not necessary, az. i-"

"it's okay, y/n. i- i want you too. by the way, why don't you go get your shoes and i'll take you to the clinic? it's quicker that way and you don't have to walk." 

your face softened, "really? you would do that?" 

the corner of his lips lifted for a small smile, only you to make him feel this way.

"of course." 

you grabbed his shirt, "ugh, thank you, az."

you put it on and azriel tried to not let the sight of your small feature into his too big of a shirt to affect him, but he failed when his heart skipped a beat.

you moved forward and grabbed his cheeks, kissing him on the left one.

caught off guard, azriel tried to hide the fact that his skin had heated up under your touch. 

a new blush came to decorate his cheeks. 

"hm. . .i-" the male couldn't find his words with the sound of his heart roaming in his ears. 

"you're my hero, az" you gave a big smile before making your way to the stairs to collect your shoes. 

azriel stood there in the middle of the kitchen with a hand making it's way to his face to touch the place you kissed him.

cassian and rhys burst out laughing, not being able to remain composed of their brother in love. 

cassian got up from his seat and walked towards his brother, clasping a hand on his back.

"behold of the big bad scary shadow-," cassian leaned over in laughter, "shadowsinger" he managed to complete. 

rhys appeared on his other side, "oh, brother. only if your enemies could see you now, they would think how big of a fool they are."  

azriel clenched his jaw again, and when he turned to answer them, he was stopped by a honey-sweet voice.

"i'm ready," you told him from the entrance.

once again, the shadowsinger was left completely disarmed.

a goofy smile reappeared on his face. 

he didn't even spare a glance at his brothers before making his way to you, "let's go then."

cassian and rhys were left in the kitchen laughing to themselves.

•••

the trip to the clinic was quick.

azriel landed softly on the ground, keeping a hand on your waist and another on your back to make sure you were stable.

you took a step forward before turning to him.

"thank you again, az. you literally just saved my morning." 

and there it was that goofy smile again.

"oh, it's nothing really. my pleasure." 

you let out a small giggle. you reached forward, surrounding his neck with one of your arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek again.

azriel's heart raced and his voice caught in his throat. 

you took a step back "you're my hero, azriel. what would i do without you?" 

you caressed his cheek with the back of your hand before giving him one last smile and moving towards the clinic.

"hm, i-" was all the male managed to say while watching you entering the clinic with his shirt.

he watched as you grabbed the door, and turned to him to wave goodbye. 

azriel returned the gesture. it was at that moment that he realized how much power you had over him.

he didn't push away that feeling, in fact he embraced it.

it was about time to let the walls he had built so long ago disappear. 

and you were the right person for that.

azriel made a decision at that moment.

at the end of the day, he would come pick you up and ask you out on a date.

he would buy you flowers, tell you how he felt and take you to dinner.

he just hoped you felt the same way.

and that you said yes.

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[sonadowkismesis]

honestly i feel like a lot of people who consider themselves fans of shadow dont actually know what hes supposed to act like and the differences in his different characterizations and just uncritically like portrayals that make him “nicer” without looking for any nuances. its why a lot of people insist hes ooc in shadow05 because of the existence of the darker routes and they have a worse understanding of his character because of it because that game is extremely important to him

05 is literally such a key step in his evolution its frustrating seeing people ignore it, like when talking about his attitude towards his past. it feels regressive honestly and kind of in bad faith when post 05 shadow gets criticized for "not acting like sa2 shadow" even though theyre like. either willfully or unconsciously refusing to acknowledge an entire game's worth of character analysis and actualization on the basis that its aesthetics were kinda cringe at the time or wtv.

going on a tangeant here but i think 05's cringe status kind of explains why those fans dont like the idea of shadow being mean or dark because they associate it with a game and an iteration of the character that was very memefied, by outsiders esp. so they swing hard in the other direction because they want to distance themselves from it. "shadow isnt edgy/mean, those are just the Bad™ portrayals of his character" is a sentiment ive felt from some shadow fans for instance

fanon becoming its own beast and twisting a character beyond recognition is gonna happen regardless but in the case of shadow the hedgehog we have to deal with another beast on top of that and its the fact that people seem downright ashamed/insecure about who shadow is and what he represents that they feel like they have to cherry pick and disregard certain parts of his character as innaccurate so they can keep enjoying him instead of just accepting him as a whole yk.

not saying everyone's doing it for that reason, but i think its that insecurity brewing over years that kind of allowed this vision of his character to thrive and become more accepted in the first place, at least as far as i could tell. not sure if my reading is totally correct here tho

[borathae]

Chapter 5

sickeningly sweet jimin? is he about to sass me?

“why aren’t you visiting our place anymore? idk you tell me

But you are still seeing Taehyung, aren’t you? yeah they are also occasionally eating each other, dont worry

his eyes race over your body, “interesting indeed.” WHY IS HE EYEING ME LIKE THAT? u got something to say???? ALSO WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

SAVED THAT FF IN TO MY LIBRARY AHAHA

It is like you don’t even exist for him.” SHUT UP U DONT SAY THAT

SIR WHAT ARE YOU DOING (go on i have 3 holes for a reason)

You almost choke gurl got gagged

Stupid body, acting all on its own again.  me to my body when it does that shiver/jerk/hitting my neck on my shoulder

what did you say to him to make him change his mind plays all idks jimin ever sang

take a shot everytime he said interesting

THANK GOD HE LEFT BYE PHEW, THIS IS A MOMENT WHERE "let out a breath idk i was holding" IS COMPLETELY ACCEPTABLE

NO HE DIDNT LEAVE Jimin presses himself against you 🤺 BACK AWAY🤺 BACK THE FUCK AWAY I SAID 🤺

jimin is sex on legs and STAYING FUCKING TRUE TO IT

Interesting count: 3

HE IS A MENACE COULD HAVE LEFT THAT POOR GIRL ALONE TO STUDY BUT NAAH HE IS JEALOUS OF HER STUDYING LATIN

Good job, now everyone hates you. mood 😭

WHY DID U GO TO HIM NO WE WONT FOLD THAT FAST NA UH

do come inside.” sure, she will after she learns the spells

YES LEAVE THANK YOU WE WILL NOT BACK DOWN

JIMINSHI AAAA

him: im fast as fuck boi

putting my meme generator account to use

So much is happening at once that you don’t know if you like it or not. Are you having a dream again? i get her confusion like sir what are you doing, its hot tho

OMG HE ERASED THE MEMORIES UGH AAH

HOSEOK MY LOVELY POOKIE I LOVE YOU, LETS GET MARRIED AND WALK INTO THE SUNSET AND FORGET ALL ABOUT THIS. the end. wow that would be funny if the book ended in 5 chapters 😭

remember our workout? .... I love cuddles”, he states ...... it was very late yep. this is soo funny pls, knowing how his lying/acting sucks, this must be a struggle for him

STOP OK UR NOT FUNNY IM SORRY, SAY SOMETHING

ok what is he trying to do? you need to poop great 😭

AGAIN SHE IS IN THE LIBRARY?? WHAT HOBI U DIDNT HAVE TO ERASE MEMORIES oh he only changed her place, cuz she remembers him hmm ok

tae is ok i guess DONT TELL ME TO SLEEP SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK (me who sleeps 8 hours a day)

poor baby i hope she sleeps it off well.

i still dont know whats happening and its getting concerning about what goes on with them and the house 🙂

AND WE GOT TO SEE 2SEOK AGAIN YAY whats kook up to i wonder

AHAHAHAHHA IT'S SO FUNNY TO SEE THE EMOTIONAL rollercoaster you went on with this chapter 😭😂😂 you went from wanting Jimin to fearing him to wanting Hobi to fearing him to tolerating Tae BAHAHHAHAH this is exactly the kind of reading experience I want you guys to have HFAHDHFHA

ALSO THE MEMES ARE TOPTIER PLEASE KEEP THEM COMING BAHAHHAHAH

[the-kinfesssional]

Hey.. MM.me again.. Spamton G. Spamton... Sniffle sniffle this was longer than i wanted oops sorry so sorry IM FUCKING STRUGGLING OUT HERE How do I tell A memoryfrom a headcanon is it a headcanon if its me? what is it??where ?? what?? huh??? what????????????????? I cant tell. Im a fictionkin I know that. but im like so confused al the time. Like thats me. But also Idk im really used to just dissociating I thug it out ok. i dont really go into kin spaces a lot like at all so I dont know proper terms but I know what i feel Inside but then im like No thats cringe an,d also that cannot possibly be real. I dont relaly know if i believe in past lives(?) ornot at least As a fictional character. for me personally. but at the same time. I Guess i do? Huh. Its strange. Like this guy is just me. I am him he is me because.Thats me. I dont get as bad Kin(?) dysphoria as i do Gender dysphoria. I know how i could still be happy In a human body I Guess. But it just feels like itll never fully be me. Or will it. I dont know. it makes me so happy it makes me feel such a way that I cant even explain its like this feeling in my chest and its like.......Yeah. Thats me. But Iveee been Very. Disconnected from kin stuff lately because ive been super stressed and distracted with other stuff and ive just felt like a wet sack of sand being thrown at a wall and the sand is all like gross and wet and its leaking everywhere and its gross like you know when you get sand all over you at the beach but youre also like Damp and the sand is all Sticky and Grimey and also Scratchy. thats how ive been feeling mentally onfg can someone give me a mental shower i needto get DUNKED. This ended up being a longer rant and also skewing off into different things than i wanted but its ffine whatever. Ugm. Id ont know where else to go. BACK ON THE MEM THING BECAUSE I GOT VERY DISTRACTED. I dont know. I have this one very very very specific Flash this Instance in my mind and I dont know if i consider it a memory or not???????? I thhink i am a.,, Psychological kin mostly. if thats the right term. idfk man. can i still have memories. Are these even memories? do my headcanons count as My canon is that what that is ???? I NDONT KNOW IM GOING INSANE but I can also have conflicting ones existing in separate timelines. but like. im not like a multiple timeline and past life guy. i think? its not a huge belief of mine. i just. I am. i AM. Im spamton. Are memories supposed to be In first person. is it just feelings. is it. what. how do i define. How do i tell? How can i tell. aRe the The little movies in my head the little Blorbo Situations. like. whats those count as. Also why does being canon divergent make me feel sick to my stomach. whenever new DR content is released with me involved i feel sick cause im like IM THE REAL ONE I M THE REAL ONE IF I DIVERGE IM A SICK FAKER AND THEYRE GONNA TAKE ME OUT BACK AND KICK ME IN THE SHINS!!! And its really weird. Like huh. Nobody cares. I care though. uhm. idk. call me boyfail the way i bash my head through a wall and make a hole in it and then put a pillow in it and take a little nap wiwiwiwi hoink wiwiwiwiwi (the sound I make when I sleep)

Its confusing, I know. I think psychological kins don't have memories, but you can have headcanon about yourself, I believe? Im not sure. Im a spiritual kin

[geometricalien]

Furihata, a fairytale prince-to-be, lives in a blissful, magical fantasy world. He's set to marry Kuroko, the sole heir & prince of the kingdom.

But then Furihata is banished from his homeworld & finds himself in real life Japan, where he meets Akashi, a successful businessman/lawyer with a cynical, jaded outlook due to negative experiences in his past.

Can Furihata survive in the cold, cruel, dark & harsh reality of this new world? Or would his arrival bring color, joy, light & magic to Akashi's monochrome life instead?

im sorry you thought up an enchanted au!?!?!? AND YOU AREN'T ALREADY WRITING IT!? THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA

logistics are always a bit rough so lets return this in a moment, but first, lets talk about any fairy tale powers/logic that Furihata may be bringing with him: (lets throw the gender norms right out the window real quick okay?) i want him to be able to talk to animals, when he sings nearly everyone around him feels compelled to join in a musical number, and - this is the most important one to me - he has lucky clumsiness, like if he trips and crushes a bouquet of flowers the petals will cloud up and fall gracefully around him and if he doesn't remember what floor number Akashi said his office was on, he will accidently graze one of the buttons say- while backing up to make room for more people and the pushed button is coincidentally the right floor. and this lastly, this one isn't a power but its just. him. Furihata has brown doe eyes that make it very very very hard for someone (Akashi) to say no to him or turn him away.

okay logistics! i think... a possible way for them to encounter each other is after Furihata has his confused exploration of a big uncaring city, he finds himself at a shrine at night. its the first time he has seen such a sight and he can't help but admire it all. Akashi after a long day of paperwork and contracts goes the shrine his late mother always took him to. (maybe change up his backstory a bit too? maybe shiori didn't die until he was in high school (saw that her son had... untraditional romantic inclinations- demisexual. gay. whichever) and in her will wrote that her son must marry for love, not convivence, not business, love. and he's been struggling with that. struggling knowing that his mom saw something in him that he tried to hide. struggling convince his dad while he is in his mid thirties that- yes this is mom's last final will and yes im getting too old to not produce you a heir of some sort- please be patient. struggling to find someone he actually likes bc he is An Akashi and he is a really busy Akashi whose past relationships have failed- sometimes in very public ways-

And then he sees Furihata at this shrine at night tending to some birds and speaking softly to them. He is dressed finely, extravagantly, but even from afar Akashi can tell that he has had a rough day from his ruffled hair and the way his shirt sticks out of his pants. The closer he gets, the more he can hear.

"... walking from my room to the throne room to meet Kuroko when this woman called me over to make a wish in the well- a tradition she said. And- And I think she pushed me in? I-"

The stranger stops and peers over his shoulder, having heard his footsteps or perhaps sensed his stare. It takes Akashi many months afterwards to realize that upon seeing Furihata's honey brown eyes for the first time, he had already fallen for the stranger

[nogenderbee]

excuse me, its me the person who randomly apologises, im sorry that i went to saying sorry, i wasn't thinking at all :( but mind if i try your event? If you dont mind of course!

Nicknames for my lover/partner - hmmm, something silly, but if i cant think anything ill just shortened their names :D

Hobbies - writing(like an essay or fiction), drawing(i wanted to try realistic drawings too!), gazing at everyone(im not a stalker I swear I just enjoyed watching people do their own thing) and lastly listening to music!(I got emotional over sad songs ;))

Date ideas - hmm I dont know, something like watching the cinema

Something I hate in others - I dont hate anyone?? Actually??? But if I was, thenn definitely those people who are impatient

Personality traits - patient, like i would wait for my friends to get ready for school even if it costs me getting late(i dont regret anything). And then creativity, I would think of something when i get bored. And lastly im very much easy to talk too!(if you went to a topic abt drawing ill ramble abt art history)

Activities i like - going to art museums!

Activites i dont like - anything sports related

Once again im so sorry for barging your inbox with an apology, but i hope your having a good day!

Hey don't worry! It's all fine ^^ And I'm happy you decided to try this event! So let's get into it darl~

I pair you with...

🥁🥁🥁

Ena Shinonome!

⊱ first, nicknames! She may not show it but she loves all the silly nicknames you came up for her! It'll be kinda hard to shorten her name tho...

⊱ so you both of course enjoy listening to music and drawing! And she also doesn't mind too much if you stare at her! Sure, she was a bit confused at first but she eventually got used to it and now, she doesn't even sometimes notice you gazing at her

⊱ as for date idea, she hoenstly enjoys going to cinema but she does also have a bit better ideas so as long as you're willing to check it out, she'd love to suggest some! But then again, she can't say no to a good movie~

⊱ I think she's still a bit of a patient person since she draws and from what I experienced, patience is absolute key

⊱ and now traits! She absolutely loves your patient and creative side! Especially creative one tho, after all whenever she struggles with her art z she can come to you! But of course you can count on her as well! She also loves to just sometimes ramble with you~

⊱ and finally, you both enjoy going to art museums! You can be sure that she'll try to study few all painting and she'll study the ones that catched her eye for a bit longer. She also will try to pay attention which drawing you liked for future projects~

You and Ena were now walking back from movie date, this time you picked a movie and it was really nice that you both enjoyed it just as much!

On your way back tho, Ena noticed photo booth and she just couldn't help herself and give it a try! Of course she payed for it, after all she just wanted to have a small memory from this date~

"Look at this! Don't we just look cute~? I bet people will love it too! Oh, you won't mind if I post it on my socials... will you?"

She was still showing you the photos and you only could see how excited she was for having these. She almost literally had stars in her eyes! But of course she still won't post these photos if you don't want to so choice is really yours~

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[strangecowplant]

UPDATE

sorry once again for the very late update, teddy has been requiring quite literally every second of my time right now but i can write when hes napping

teddy is home again, and he's really messed up on his meds. he's now also taking lorazepam on top of his antibiotics and gabapentin, coupled with another bout of sedation he's extremely high right now. i was not told taking these two would increase side effects like dizziness, drowsiness, confusion ect he's completely fucked up right now. they also didnt tell me the side effects of this new med, one being vocalization which is horrible to hear esp when you dont know why its happening, the only way to stop him meowing sometimes is to hold him like a baby and sing as i walk up and down the hall. i had to literally google all these side effects and interactions myself

he is drinking lots, eating lots but he has not peed yet again. im trying to stay so positive right now, maybe its because he's so fucked up on meds, maybe he just needs some time, i have no idea. hes trying, not straining, but nothings coming out yet, he did poop however so in theory he does have control over his muscles enough back there which should mean he can pee, and yet...

im so exhausted, but im also EXTREMELY pissed off now. i am done with this vet, i never even got a call today for reassurance until late, i had to call three times to ask about him and was only able to get small updates from the other staff bc the vet was in surgeries, understandable of course surgeries are top priority, but he or one of the staff could've at least called in the am like i was expecting. i didn't receive a call until 4:30 as i was walking out the door to go there

they removed the catheter before calling me, i said i would've liked to keep it in for as long as possible yesterday but it was in for less than 24 hours again (first time it was in for less than 12) and they didn't check if he could go on his own afterwards afaik. it seemed like they were just shrugging me off, i had to ask all the questions that really should've been explained by them first I had to be the one to even ask if this new medication could even be TAKEN with his other ones. i had to ask if he was given his meds this morning (he wasnt last night because 'he was still very groggy from the anaesthesia' which im sure is code for 'place is closed time to go home' i hope his pain medication stayed in his system enough to last overnight) something didnt feel right yesterday when i stood my ground to them, it really feels like the vet wants to wipe his hands clean and move on like he knew i wouldnt be giving them more money for surprise additions (which mind you, the new medication was a surprise and never spoken about. his first dose of it was at 9am, they had ample time to call me beforehand and explain he would be taking it)

when the vet finally called he also mentioned randomly that he has a minor heart murmur likely from birth, except i know for a fact he's never had one he's been checked over multiple times since birth and has always had a super clean bill of health. i asked if it could be caused by the blockage but he said its unrelated and then said he wanted to xray or ultrasound to check right then and it would be 850-900+$ with adding on a bunch of words as if to scare me. of course i dont want my boy to be ill but all this happening and knowing that im already struggling to pay just feels like a way to milk more money from me. of course a check would need to be done but i would've appreciated an 'in the future we will want to check this' and not 'he can collapse' when im already dealing with teddy being on deaths door. not to mention having him be sedated again i can't imagine being good at all for him. the way it was gone about feels wrong and i was a wreck until i talked to my mom about it and she reassured me. scouring studies i did in fact find its relatively common for murmurs to happen with acute urinary blockage in cats, so saying it was absolutely unrelated further adds to my mistrust. to add on even more, i also know for a fact ultrasounds for cats are nowhere NEAR 900 dollars

i don't know how teddy is going to hold up tonight, he's not all there from the drugs and hes not peeing. im so broken im numb, but im angry now. im going to do the absolute best i can for him, im calling around other vets tomorrow to see what can be done, im going to get second opinions and ask if what this vet did was as wrong as i think it is. i am preparing for the worst but working hard for the best and i am never going back to that place, they've taken thousands of dollars from us in the last two years with most of it from just this weekend and for what? just to be pushed aside?

please everyone keep teddy in your thoughts and hope he can somehow recover from this, hope he can make it through the night and finally pee, he can pee on whatever he wants i dont even care i just want him back to normal

please help me pay my kitties emergency vet bill!

ive never done this before but one of my cats just had to get an extremely sudden emergency procedure and i don't know what to do, my vet and i have reached out to a couple incredible programs here to help with the bill but one is less than half and the other hasn't replied back yet, i've already declined the blood work (CA$356) to lower the bill at the risk of possible underlying liver and kidney issues not being found but its still a monumental amount for us right now. i just feel so helpless

we had enough to pay the minimum deposit to get the procedure started in time thankfully, but we were already scraping by as it is and now we're in desperate need of funds to eat/pay rent/pay off any remainder of the bill. i am disabled without aid and have been unable to work/haven't worked since 2015 but am on track to hopefully start working pt this fall. i live with my mom who has 3-4 jobs including one seasonal job which needless to say is stressful and wearing her down. we unfortunately are stuck in the most expensive place to live in canada with the inability to save up to flee so the cycle is never ending.

this is Teddy, my typically very silly vocal happy boy who's not quite 2 yet, my comfort king, my little muffin who acts like a weighted blanket for me at night and eases my anxiety, his favourite toy is his pink unicorn poof, he loves car rides and he can shake paw!

he got a sudden urinary blockage last night with no straight answer as to why and progressively got worse as the night went on, i didnt sleep at all, i was panicking and bawling, naturally, and raced to the vet to get in as soon as the door opened. i assumed it was a uti which wouldn't have been as costly, but it turned out to be much more severe and life threatening. i never expected my usually extremely healthy boy to suddenly be at risk of that and im still trying to just process whats been happening

he needed to be sedated and given a catheter and some medication, the total bill came to CA$985.62, of which we were barely able to pay 500 of, and one program was able to donate 300 leaving a total of CA$185.62 for the bill. this, of course, leaves us scrambling for food and rent as well

i know there are a lot of fundraisers out there needing donations right now, and i really hate letting myself be so open and raw like this but even a dollar would help tremendously and i would be forever grateful for any help whatsoever, even a rb to signal boost is greatly appreciated <3

TLDR; my cat had a sudden life threatening issue and now we can't pay the full vet bill or pay for food/rent

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[neptune-cinths]

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entry : hii ! im very sorry for the late update :<< this is a bit rushed so i’m also very sorry about that !! but good news is that i’ve finally gotten my 2nd dose of the vaccine !! :DD

warnings : violence coming from Satan in the first few lines

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The dark hallways of the House of Lamentation greeted Satan as he went out of his room, he looked outside from the large, curve shaped window and saw that it was still early in the morning. The three pronged candle holder illuminated him as he made his way to the common room.

Once he saw the two red loveseats, he knew that he was finally there and flicked on the light switch.

The blond set down his silver candle holder on the sweet cherry wood counter and made his way over to the table right smack dab in the center of all the couches and loveseats. The rosewood table contained magazine after magazine, filled with the latest and oldest gossip the Devildom had to offer.

Some of the covers held the faces of his wretched brothers, while the others had the faces of different Devildom aristocrats and influencers alike. One even had a picture of a small plant that was as black as Cerberus’ fur and had tips of purple on it, not that Satan cared of course. He was here for a different reason all together.

To its left had colorful candy wrappers and one small chip bag, to its right had a small black pen and a some pieces of grimm here and there sprinkled about. Right in the center of the table had a small, white vase decorated with swirls of a royal blue that had the finest red dahlias and purple petunias of varying lengths inside.

Satan saw this and reached into his pocket, rummaging for a few moments while looking around him. To his left and right, to his front and to his back. Yet, no one was there and the silence was still loud to his ears. His hand finally went out of his pocket, now holding a small pink crystal. He took the vase and placed the crystal inside of it, burying it slightly with the rest of the soil.

He placed it right back into the center, and gathered his things together. He left the common room and made his way into the kitchen, peeking inside from the door. Once he saw that no one was inside, he opened the door slowly with his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened by a fraction.

‘So I was correct, he didn’t come here after all.’ Satan thought inside his mind as he closed the door, the door making a quiet click sound to signify it being closed and locked. His mind provided pictures of him taking away Mammon’s wallet that still had a black card that was surprisingly still not maxed out by now because of the witches he had a deal with.

He then bought a disgusting amount of snacks with a hefty amount of grimm, ranging from several gigantic sized chip bags to multiple medium sized chocolate bars to even buying a whole box of Devil pops. It was quite a struggle moving all of these into the twins’ bedroom, but good thing he had the help of certain sorcerer who conveniently had 72 pacts with different demons of all ranks. Including the Demon Lord’s butler, who carried most of the boxes while Solomon distracted the twins.

Satan opened the high cupboard and grabbed two of the tea cups, setting them down lightly on the counter while closing the cabinet as gently as he could as to not alert the others of his presence. He rummaged into his pocket once again and grabbed two shining lapis lazuli gems, he then placed it onto the counter.

He grabbed the tea cups and with his fingers, he popped one of the gems that had been embellished onto it and replaced it with one of the gems of the same color. He did the same with the other tea cup and placed the two back into the cupboard.

He swept the two now popped off gems off the table and onto his hand, where they met the confines of his pocket. He then grabbed his candle holder and unlocked the door. He closed it with a soft click and made his way back to his room.

‘Now, let’s just wait and see.’

“MC! Come quick, we might be late!”

The sounds of your footsteps on the clean and waxed tile floors of the Purgatory Hall dorm were echoing the halls as you ran to the front door. You opened its golden doorknob and quickly went outside, shutting the door with your left hand as you panted and felt tiny droplets of sweat dripping from your forehead. You feel Simeon tilt your head towards him and he started to softly dab his white handkerchief on your face.

“We have to get going soon, our classes are going to start at any minute now.”

“Calm down Simeon, It’s way too early for us to be going to class.” Solomon replied as he started to walk in front of us with his arms crossed together. We all started to walk alongside him and made mindless chatter on the way there. As sweet laughter and comfortable moments of silence filled the air, Luke asked

“Why isn’t Amelia walking with us?”

Simeon was quick to reply “I heard she had already walked with another demon friend of hers without waiting for us.” Luke nodded to this and looked to his left to now see Solomon reading a rather large textbook in his hands while occasionally glancing to the sidewalk.

“What’re you reading?”

“Asking many questions today, aren’t you, chihuahua?” Solomon teased as he can already predict the outcome of his sentence. At an instant, Luke started to yell back at him as a reply.

“I am not a chihuahua! Don’t you know that I report directly to Archangel Michael?! Goodness, everyday you’re becoming more and more like those vile demons!”

“Well it does make sense, since Solomon does have 72 pacts after all.” You replied while taking a peek at what Solomon was reading at. However this attempt was in vain, the letters were still quite blurry to you and you squinted your eyes to try and read what it said better. Solomon noticed this and brought the red, leather bound book to your eyes.

“Just skimming for the quiz today, I heard even Satan had quite a difficult time answering it.” The white haired wizard said as you all finally made it to the black, gigantic gate of RAD. Different demons of social standing and sins were making their way to RAD, some running while some simply dragging their feet along the ground with dark circles under their eyes.

“That was today?! Oh my go- I mean,” You corrected yourself while seeing demons eye you in your peripheral vision “-Diavolo! Yes, Diavolo! I didn’t get to study for it last night..” You sighed as you could almost picture Lucifer inviting himself to your only safe haven to have more than a word with you about your recent grades.

Simeon chuckled at this and said “Not to worry, MC. I’m sure Solomon will lend you his book to study with.” Solomon nodded slightly at this and muttered back “It’s one of the last classes we have together. We have plenty of time, okay?”

You feel your eyes light up at this and nodded back to him as all of you finally enter the insides of RAD. You waved goodbye to the members of Purgatory Hall and went to Celestial Records and Contracts for your first class of the day. A fairly new class that was implemented by Diavolo when he thought of this exchange program, and one that you thankfully liked.

On your way to the spacious classroom, you feel someone’s feet glide onto the floor and angle it just right for you to topple over and feel the weight of your bag on your back. You look up and saw Mammon with a wide, toothy and smug grin on his tan face.

You burn your eyes onto his face and move your arms upwards but you felt something heavier be placed onto your back. Your now futile attempt to get up was now stopped by this unbearable weight pressed onto your poor back, it had felt like multiple boulders had been pressed onto it and you just couldn’t get up anymore.

Tiny tears had accumulated in the crevices of your eyes while you thought to yourself

‘What is this? Where the hell did he get whatever the fuck this is?’

Your thoughts were cut short when a loud, booming laughter reached your ears. It made you quite nauseous and made your head ache. But before the greed demon could mock you any further, a loud sound was heard and you see Mammon’s shoes and pants on your right side.

Not moments after, the weight was finally lifted off of your back. You sighed in relief and wobbled while getting up, an arm with green nail polish steadied your stance and he wrapped his arm around your shoulder for support. You looked up to the demon who saved you and grinned, it was, of course, Satan.

Your grin faltered however, seeing the growing levels of darkness and pure, unadulterated rage fill the surprisingly bustling hallway. You took a look around your surroundings, only for you to find demons of various sins and sizes walk around like it was nothing. Some were speaking to other demons while walking their way around Mammon, some were full on ignoring the scene all together.

You look down on Satan’s hands, that more or less looked like it was turning into sharp claws. A mixture of green and black seeping from his fingernails were making its way around his hands and arms, painting them into a dark green, almost black color.

You look towards Mammon, now with a dark circle on his right eye and his eyes were widened like pans. His already messy placed RAD jacket was half way from being taken off of his body, his hair was a poking on different awkward directions from the tumble he had.

For a few silents beats from the three of you, Mammon’s eyes had the fury of a thousand suns and his fists were balled up, undoubtedly making small fingernail marks on his palms.

He scrambled to get back up and he fixed his jacket to it’s previous state. But before he could even get an horrid insult out of his lips, his hair was caught by black gloved hands. You stood on your tip toes and a small smirk had finally plastered itself onto your face. A shrub of dark green hair with light, ocean green highlights were in your view.

A large, noticeable scowl had adorned his face and his eyes were watching Mammon’s every movement like a hawk watching its prey with slightly squinted eyes. His eyebrows were furrowed and his grip on Mammon’s hair seemed to tighten with every syllable coming from his sweet lips.

“You’re coming with me, Mammon. You’re making quite the ruckus first thing in the morning, tsk tsk.” Barbatos clicked his tongue and he locked eyes into yours right afterwards. His gaze had been significantly softened, the furrowing had lessened and his eyes held small spurts of adoration mixed in with a large portion of concern.

You went closer to them while your back was slightly hunched over and with all the remaining force in your body, slapped Mammon’s face as hard as you could. A loud, echoing slap noise alerted some demons to the scene while the Avatar of Greed’s face was sent to the left.

Mammon’s face felt hot on one side while he felt his head involuntarily twist, his already wide eyes somehow getting bigger with astonishment while some of his gold blood seeped from his lips.

Barbatos chuckled lowly at this and commented “Now, now MC. Leave the dirty work to me, you’ll be late to class if you keep this rate up.” You nodded at this and afterwards, he dragged Mammon who was now yelling profanities in every direction about you. You shook your head from side to side and looked behind you, only to find a now calmed version of Satan holding a small purple crystal in his hands.

He made his way to you, playing with the glimmering gem as he spoke “I’m sure your back is still aching, MC. Please, take it easy for the first few classes.” You nodded at this and grabbed your water bottle from your bag that was still on the floor.

The refreshing taste of spring water reached your dry mouth, you took big gulps of the bottle and almost choked in the end. Satan saw this and patted your back with a pressure that was as light as a feather. He then straightened your posture out as you joked to him “Didn’t expect any of that to happen first thing at RAD.”

He looked at you with apologetic eyes and offered to walk you to your class that you were most certainly a few minutes late for. You accepted it and you both briskly walked to the full classroom, seeing no professor yet through the glass panels of the door. You thanked Satan and opened the door, the loud chatter of the demons ringing in your ears.

You closed the door and took your seat right next to the window. As soon as the lesson started, you tried to keep up with the fast paced talkings and ramblings of the professor. But after all of that, it was just another useless attempt at taking notes as you were now daydreaming once again. Your mind was still focusing and trying to remember some parts of the lecture, to the rankings of the angels to the first recorded fallen angel named ‘Azazel’.

The incessant ringing of the bell and the screeching of the different chairs being pushed back pulled you out of your latest daydream. You looked onto your paper, still seeing major parts of it blank with white and black lines still covering the paper. The occasional yellow sticky note or light pink highlighter mark making an appearance.

‘I’m sure Simeon and Luke know all about this topic. I’ll just be asking them then.’ You thought as you packed away all of your things into your bag when you saw Simeon and Solomon waiting for you outside the room. You gathered all your things together and left the now deserted room, closing the door with an almost silent clicking sound.

When you finally took a good look at the trio, Luke’s eyes had a significant amount of water in them while he was shaking like a leaf blowing because of the strong winds it was facing. Solomon on the other hand had his arm and hand on Luke’s shoulder, whispering to the young, shaking angel that you were gonna be alright.

Simeon immediately rushed over to you with eyes that dripped and glinted with concern, he twirled you around while muttering to himself about remedies and spells that could aide in your recovery. You resisted the twirling with your feet staying grounded in place, your vision slightly spinning and blurry.

“I’m okay now, Barbatos saw the scene and took Mammon away.” You reassured as you hugged Luke tightly, hearing small sniffles and the occasional tear staining your RAD uniform.

You stroked the sniffling angel’s head while still making conversations about the recent incident you had with Mammon. Once Luke had finally settled down, the four of you set off to the lunch hall with Solomon and Simeon sneaking glances filled with worry at you.

As soon as the four of you saw the entrance, Solomon was pushed backwards as a demon with brown as chocolate hair and glimmering, golden eyes toppled over him. You and Simeon were quick to help Solomon stand up, while the sorcerer himself was looking towards the demon with his jaw clenched. While Luke on the other hand, was berating the demon loudly while rolling his eyes.

The ground was now covered with sprinkles of green and black looking tea leaves, all with varying lengths and sizes. Solomon dusted off the remaining leaves and took a larger piece off of his white as snow hair as his eyebrows knitted and his forehead had creases on them.

“I apologize, I wasn’t looking in the right direction.” The demon said as he quickly swept up all of leaves on the ground and returned them to his large, glass bottle. Solomon shook his head from side to side, a frown still tugging on the corners is his face.

“Clearly, be a bit more careful next time, yeah?” Simeon replied as the four of you started to walk towards the entrances of the large lunch hall slowly. The demon nodded at this and briskly walked away, rounding the corner as he disappeared from your view.

Before you can get a word in, Solomon already beat you to the punch. “Is everyone from Purgatory Hall getting pushed down? At this rate, we’re gonna be getting bruises!” Solomon muttered to himself as he pulled one of the large doors open, holding it with all his might to let the rest inside.

You snickered at his statement and said in reply “Let’s hope it’s just a one time thing.”

“Oh, it’ll definitely be a one time thing with what we’re doing.”

Satan tapped his right foot on the short, lush green grass with his arms crossed together. He looked around at his surroundings and once again at his watch, a movement that he had been repeating for three straight minutes. The sounds of people panting alerted him to look forward, only to see Simeon and Solomon with the lightest sheen of sweat covering their faces.

“That took longer than expected.” The blonde complained as he went closer to the duo. They both looked at him with squinted eyes until Simeon broke the silence

“Well I still had to clean up, it was Solomon’s turn to cook for us.” The angel replied while whispering the last parts. Once he said that, Satan started to nod in understanding and his eyes held pity towards the poor residents of Purgatory Hall who had to endure Solomon’s cooking.

“But that’s besides the point, have you got all the crystals?”

“Of course I do, I had to hurry since a certain moron had almost discovered one of them.”

The two chuckled at this lightly while Satan rolled his eyes. Simeon’s eyes hardened slightly and he spoke back in a low voice

“I’m worried about tomorrow, I’m sure all of the brothers are going to be livid.”

The air then turned heavy with uncertainty and a sort of worry, even if they had an angel and the literal Avatar of Wrath on their side.

A silence boomed between the three of them while they were all exchanging glances at each other, the tension was quite thick enough to be cut with a large, serrated knife.

Solomon sighed and muttered as a reply, although seemingly only to himself “We have to do this, we can’t just accuse them without proof.”

Satan clicked his tongue at this and spoke

“Tomorrow is the only moment where we can finally expose them directly to Diavolo, not only to ensure the safety of MC but also to never let this happen ever again.”

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afterthoughts : this is a pretty long chapter !! i truly hope you enjoyed and pls don't mind the grammar/spelling mistakes :<<

[drunkjaked]

ever since u answered this ask i cannot stop thinking about it . so i was wondering . could u make a sunghoon version 🧎‍♀️ its for research purposes

i present to you (for research purposes) boyfriend sunghoon ! 💌🫀 this is SOOOO long im so sorry 😭😭 but.. the research! 🫂🫂🫂🥹

constant teasing, playful bickering, rolls his eyes at everything you say, telling everybody how gone you are for him (when he's the one who fell for you immediately), spending the entire day cuddling each other on the couch doing nothing, genuinely refusing to let you out of bed in the morning so ur late for everything, scared of how much he loves you - maybe a tiny bit scared of you too, facetime me on your way home, offers to teach you to ice skate but stays up all night worrying about you getting hurt, biting your cheeks (softly) instead of kissing them but kissing you all over your face anyways, struggling to express himself verbally so writing out how he feels and reading it over and over to himself until he feels the courage to tell you (but will probably just rewrite it a bit neater and give it to you as a letter instead), him being genuinely confused as to how he found someone even more beautiful than himself (and at the fact that that person (you!!!) wants to be with him), teasing you about some niche interest you have but staying up at night trying to learn about it so you have more things in common, laughing louder / more than anyone else at your jokes, hiding his face in your neck, letting you look after his nails, always smiling, pouts when you tell him what to do but does it happily anyways, lets you play with his hands, shy, considerate, kinda moody, sweeeeeet bf sunghoon ☹️

bf hoon hard thoughts under the cut.. (cw for biting harshly..!!)

very passionate, intense, dom hoon, PILLOW PRIIIIIIIIINCE!!! somewhat insecure so after a party or night out he'll fuck you harder, faster, better than he ever has just to make sure you don't forget what you already have, likes it messy but in a kinda gross way (wants to see you covered in his spit), SCRATCHING 🥹 degrading!!! every time you fuck he’s calling you a new name you’ve never even come across, leaving all kinds of marks all over you and if it wasn’t for your protests against it - he’d leave one right on your forehead just so everybody knows you belong to him, almost exclusively fucks you raw (and then gets kinda worked up and nervous about it after 😭), choking!! + will bite your shoulder while he's fucking you and accidentally (???) end up leaving you with a tiny hoon fang shaped mark on your collarbone which will probably make him hard every time he sees it.. 

it’s important to note that i see sunghoon as a (dom leaning) switch so ..

brat brat brat brat - loves to be punished so always talking back and giving you attitude + more than happy to do whatever you ask but will pretend like he’s not into it, doesn’t consider being spanked / smacked a punishment and will actively encourage or beg you to do it, whiny, def the type to babble on the strap, very sensitive + will cry and need to be held for at least 15 years after overstimulation, and likes being called pet

ALSO i wasn’t sure where to put this but he’s constantly sending pictures the way people who get proposed to do (like omg!!! Look at my new shoes! But it’s just a picture of their left hand + engagement ring and the tiniest peek of the shoes or wtv) just to show you his hands.. 24/7 hand pics! 

[ggukseoulcafe]

— sea shells | pjm

pairing: park jimin x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship! au

rating: pg-13

summary: A day at the beach and Jimin by your side, can it get any better? Yes, it can. Why? Because it's his birthday.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, jimin being very cheesy because he L words her, slight hints at insecurity, quite a few pov shifts, jimin's duality makes a brief special appearance

a/n: first of all, happy birthday jimin! (i know im a little late im sorry) this is a little something i wrote to celebrate but tbh, im not sure how i feel about this one but it might just be me being 🥴 anyway, i hope you enjoy!

"What do I do? I need to get it together," you mumble to yourself as you pace around the office cafeteria, having waited for the space to clear up to have some privacy.

"You act like I can't hear you, babe," you hear Hoseok say, glancing his way to find him sipping cola with a raised eyebrow.

Of course, when you say privacy, you mean privacy from the co-workers in your office who are not Hoseok. Perks of being the best friend, as they say.

“And?” you retort, “I know you’re here, Hobi and that’s sorta the whole point.”

“And by that, you mean what?” Hoseok sighs, as if your turmoil is draining his energy as well. And that’s not completely wrong either.

Hoseok always gets dragged in to your problems; in fact, he’ll be more surprised if you didn’t tag him along on your misery adventures.

“You know what I mean, Hobi,” you pout, “Jimin’s big day is in like….six days now and I absolutely do not have any ideas on anything special I could possibly do for him, all that comes to mind is too overdone and I don’t want that. I want him to feel special.”

Hoseok’s expression softens. “You know….maybe you won’t have to do anything.”

You look at him in confusion, “What do you mean by that?”

Hoseok contemplates his options. Should he just tell you? Or should he keep it to himself? He weighs the options in his head. But a single sigh from you is enough for him to come to a decision.

He chooses the former.

After all, he is your best friend and watching you struggle over this isn’t something he wishes to see any longer. Besides, it’s not like Jimin asked him to keep this from you.

He sits up straight and clears his throat, “___, the thing is, Jimin’s planning to take you somewhere on his birthday- ”

Before he could finish, however, you gasp out, “What? Wha- When did this plan happen?”

“Shhh! Please keep it down, ___. And yeah, he’s been planning this for awhile now,” he shrugs.

“And how do you know that?”

Hoseok gives you an unimpressed eyeroll,

“Babe, did you forget that I’m his close friend too?”

And that was true.

Hobi has been your and Jimin’s close friend since before you started dating Jimin. Now, three years later, it’s still the same. Your friendship just as strong as it was back then.

“He told you that, huh. Is it okay though? For you to tell me this? Because Jimin never mentioned it so maybe he was planning a surprise?”

Hoseok just shrugs, “Nah. If it was something like that, he would’ve said that and made it clear. But he hasn’t so no worries,” he smiles.

“Hmmm, that’s true I guess,” you hum.

In the few years you’ve been with Jimin, you’ve come to understand many aspects of him. One of them being his perfection. He goes out of his way to make things perfect. You always assure him that he doesn’t have to but he just smiles. You’ve realized by now that it’s just a part of him.

So maybe it just slipped from his mind.

You reach home by late evening. The days getting colder as autumn makes its presence known more each passing day. Closing the door to your apartment, you toss your shoes and bag aside as you breathe in the comforting scent of home.

“Jimin, I’m home,” you call out.

Getting no answers, you frown. You step inside the living room and try again,“Jimin? You home? Where are you, baby?”

You hear a small muffled voice say something but the sound is too low to comprehend. You realize it’s coming from your bedroom.

Pushing the already open door with a light nudge, you find Jimin sitting on the bed, propped up against the headboard and busy typing away on his laptop. Probably work, you guess.

You move to sit beside him. “Are you busy, Jimin?”

He hums in response.

“Ummm okay,” you say as you move to take some clean clothes from the closet.

However, before you can leave the room, he begins, “It’s just a little work that came up suddenly. But what’s up?”

He’s smiling at you with a curious expression.

“Oh I just wanted to talk about something but it’s okay, it can wait,” you try to wave if off.

“Talk?” he goes slightly wide-eyed but softens quickly, “I’ll be done in 20, I think. How about you take a shower in the mean time? Then we can talk all you want, hmm?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

You snort in response to his antics but agree anyway because a shower sounds great right now.

As he hears the sound of the water hitting the floor from the shower, Jimin wonders what possibly would be the reason for the sudden need to talk. Of course, you both talk everyday (duh) but you never state it like that. Or at least, he can’t remember the last time you asked him about it.

Words flowed naturally in your relationship, both of you comfortable to share most concerns with each other without any problems. So, place for misunderstanding was small. Sure, you had your own share of fights but it never got to a point where it seemed unsolvable. Even silence had its own meaning when it came to your relationship.

So Jimin was finding it difficult to stop the thoughts from running in his mind.

As he wallows in his overthinking, he hears the bathroom door open.

You enter the room wearing one of his oversized shirts with your sleep shorts; a calm expression on your face, surely the happiness from taking a warm shower seeping in.

"Hey, ____," he starts, "What did you wanna talk about?"

Turning your head, you watch him looking at you nervously.

"Oh, actually I heard," you pause. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wonder if it's a good idea to ask him about it.

"Heard?" Jimin's holding his breath now.

You decide to just say it, "Uh, you're taking me somewhere on your birthday, Jimin?"

You look at him with a curious expression.

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"Umm, yeah....," you trail off.

Jimin lets out a long sigh.

"____, you had me for a minute there," he looks at you with a small curve to his lip, "thought something was seriously up."

"Hmm? I was just wondering what was up with you planning an outing by yourself," you tilt your head as you look at him.

Jimin shakes his head as laughs, "Where did you even hear that? Hobi?"

"Yeah, he said you didn't mention about it being a surprise or whatever so he just let me know," you answer as you shrug, "Are you mad?"

"Of course not, baby. It's okay," he ruffles your hair, "I thought you wanted to talk about something else. Like maybe a misunderstanding.....," he trails off.

You don't miss the way his voice gets smaller at the last part.

"Jimin, it's nothing like that. You know we're okay," you say as you wrap your arms around him.

He squeezes back.

"But it's your birthday, Jimin. Why are you the one giving me gifts, hmm? I should be planning surprises here," you pout.

He coos at how cute you are as he takes your hands in his warm ones, "____, this is somewhere I always wanted to go with you. So think of this as me asking you out as a gift for my birthday."

And just like that, you feel yourself melt. As if he could get even more perfect.

"Hmm, dunno if I agree with that but okay. Where are we going?"

"You really wanna know? Don't want surprises?"

"Nah-ah," you wiggle your pointer finger in front of his face as a 'no', "I've already had one and that's enough. Tell me," you whine lightly.

He chuckles in response. "____, we're going to the beach."

Instantly, your eyes light up.

"Couldn't ask for a better place. I love the beach so much-"

"-And I know that," he answers, "I also know how much you love collecting sea shells, baby. I hope you'll have fun with me."

How on earth did you find someone so perfect?

"Jimin, you're perfect. You know that?"

"And I'm not, you know that. You're just too kind, baby," he kisses the top of your head, "let's get dinner and have a good rest, yeah?"

Wrapping your hands around his waist once again, you bury your head in his chest as you nod your approval.

"Jimin, did you see my sunblock? I swear I left it on the table yesterday....," you sigh as you look around the living around.

"Baby, I think I saw you put it in your bag after you wished me yesterday night?"

You turn to look at him and immediately feel weak in your knees.

He looks gorgeous. With casual clothes on and freshly showered, Jimin is the epitome of dreamy. Not to mention, the way he stands out from the rest of the room with that alluring presence has you breathing a tad bit too fast. It's like he's the art that makes the room look beautiful and lively.

You find yourself admiring the sight when you hear his voice.

"____? Did you hear me? I think it should be in your bag, babe. Check it once, hmm?" He's smirking.

"Oh, umm yeah, right. I think I forgot," you awkwardly reply, still lost in your thoughts, completely filled with him.

You get the rest of your morning routine done in a daze as you get ready for heading out.

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you move to the living room where Jimin shamelessly checks you out.

"What?"

"What? I can't stare at my beautiful girl?"

You instantly feel your cheeks go warm, "Right. You look amazing yourself," you smile at him.

"Not as good as you."

You snort in response, "Stop it, Jimin," you laugh.

He joins in, laughing loudly, as he holds your waist to lead you outside.

"You set?" He asks as he gets behind the wheel.

You hum in response, already vibrating with excitement at the prospect of spending time with him on the beach.

Jimin reaches out and gives your thigh a gentle squeeze to which you reply with a light peck on his cheek, both of you giggling like it’s so new to you.

It isn’t. You know that better than anyone as your thoughts wander to all the less than innocent things you do together.

But there’s always another time to think about that, you tell yourself.

Moving your attention back to the present, you watch as Jimin starts the car. On instinct, you turn your head away. There’s no way you’ll be able to handle the sight of him driving.

Looking outside the window, the weather is clear today. Blue skies with just some fluffy clouds visible. The perfect weather for a day on the beach.

By the time the ocean comes into view, you’re letting out 'wows' every other second.

Jimin watches as you open the door as soon as he parks, getting out and taking a deep breath in. As if you want to savour the ocean air, he thinks.

“___, shall we get changed? Then we can do whatever you like,” he smiles, holding your hand.

You nod your head in answer as you move to get changed.

Till you come back, Jimin looks around the beach. His own sore eyes getting soothed as every second passes, the waves calming him down.

Time seems so slow here, with the buzzing city life far away.

You poke him in the waist when you see he’s distracted, laughing out when he lets out a loud yelp.

But as his eyes settle on you, you can’t help biting you lips.

He’s looking at you like he’s never seen anything more mesmerizing. Eyes flitting up and down over your figure, continuous in their obvious ogling.

And then, he lets out a whistle. Teasing as always, it’s Jimin after all.

“You look like every man’s dream come true, baby,” he purrs.

You look away, “That’s not true, baby,” you try to hide your smile.

But he can look right through you, “Oh, but it is and you know it too, baby. But you know what else is true?”

You look at him in confusion, “What?”

“That no matter how many people’s dream you may be, they can never have you,” his gaze darkens, “You’re only mine, aren’t you? Hmm?”

Okay, that was out of nowhere. You were not ready for that.

“Answer me, baby,” he lets out, voice all rough.

“Of course, Jimin. Only you.”

He seems satisfied with the answer as his expression completely shifts to give out a cute grin as he squeezes your hand. As if he wasn't a completely different person just seconds ago.

This man is going to be the death of you.

“What do you wanna do, ___,” Jimin questions out loud as he looks around the beach.

“How ‘bout we eat cotton candy? I saw a store selling it earlier.”

“Sure,” he smiles as he leads you towards the stores.

As you stroll around the beach, cotton candy in one hand and Jimin’s warm hand in the other, you think back to all the times you’ve visited the beach together.

Jimin watches you with a soft smile on his face, the sight of you eating and being lost in your thoughts, humming to yourself makes happiness bloom in his chest. Watching you be happy around him makes his heart soar.

He comes to a halt when he sees something he's sure you'll love to see. Tugging your wrist, he points in the direction opposite of your trail.

"____, look over there," he points.

You direct your attention to that direction and instantly light up when you see so many sea shells collected at the edges of beach.

"Wanna pick some?"

"Is that even a question? Let's just goooo," you take his hand and almost run in the direction, making him laugh.

As you get busy looking around the area to find shells, Jimin lets his mind wander back to when you first met. So grateful he was for that encounter that day.

"____?"

"Hmm?" You look at him in question.

"Do you remember the day we met?" He tilts his head as he smiles.

"Of course, I do," you grin, "How can I forget that?"

You giggle and he joins in as he laughs along with you.

Jimin still remembers that day so clearly.

He had been walking around the university campus when he noticed the girl walking in front of him drop something. But she didn't notice and walked away. He remembers picking up the fallen belonging and looking at it, it was a keychain shaped like a sea shell, blue in colour.

He vividly reminisces how you reacted when he returned it to you. You looked so relieved, like it was a treasure worth millions; thanking him again and again and rambling about how much you liked sea shells, blue ones in particular. When you realized you were going off, you had sheepishly smiled at him, mumbling a small "sorry."

That was the day he first learned that you loved sea shells. And more importantly, that was how he met you- a coincidence that he couldn't be more thankful for.

You watch him zoning out and throw some sand on his hand trying to tease him, "What's up?"

He snaps out of his thoughts, "Oh, I was just reminiscing about the day we met. The sea shell keychain....," he trails off.

"Yeah, so glad I dropped the keychain that day," you smirk.

"Are you looking for a blue shell again?"

"You know me too well," you pout, "But yeah, you know I am. No luck yet though," you sigh.

"Hmmm....that's true," he looks around for blue shells, "I can't see any either."

"It's fine. These are pretty enough," you smile honestly.

"____, just wait for me here for a bit okay? I'm just going to the washroom. Will be back soon."

"Okay," you nod at him.

When he returns some time later, you wave at him to reach you faster. "Took you long enough," you try to act pissed but it doesn't work as you end up cracking a grin.

"Hmm, I'm sorry," he looks at you with so much fondness in his eyes.

"____? Can you close your eyes for me?"

"What?" You smile at him curiously.

"C'mon just do it, baby," he whines lightly.

You laugh, "Okay, okay sure," you laugh as you close your eyes.

And then, you feel it- something against your neck.

"Open them now," he whispers.

You immediately look down and see it. A chain having a beautiful blue shell as the centerpiece. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you look at it.

Closing your eyes, you bite your lip. And when you open them, you see Jimin smiling at you radiantly.

You can't help the tears as you take him in, feeling so much love for him, it makes you feel like you could burst.

Moving forward, you wrap your arms around his waist, sniffling into his chest. "Why are you so good to me? You're too perfect, Jimin. I don't deserve you," you mumble in one breath.

"Hey, that's not true. You do so much for me but you don't realise it, baby. And don't ever think that way again. You deserve everything," he comforts you, rubbing warm circles up and down your back.

"Really....whose birthday is it, huh?" You question as you look at him, "Because I'm the one getting all the gifts," you whisper through your smile.

Jimin touches your nose with his in a cute eskimo kiss as he breathes, "Like I said, your presence is enough for me- the biggest gift I could ever have."

"But that's not fair. You really think I'll take that? We're going straight home after this, I've got something to show you," you look up at him, eyes shining with happiness.

He nods as he tugs you back to the car, hands intertwined the whole time.

And as he drives, he looks over only to watch you sleeping soundly. Your soft snores the only sound ringing in the car but that's all he wants to hear.

As the ocean disappears from the car sight, all he can think is how good it would be if you would accompany him on all of his birthdays like you did today. And he would accompany you on yours.

And he hopes that he'll always get to gift you blue sea shells, every year. As a reminder of his love for you, now and forever. The idea of not being able to do that makes him feel uneasy but he shakes it away.

He sighs and looks over to you again, only to find you smiling in your sleep.

And just like that, all his worries lift away. With just a glimpse of your smile, his heart is at peace again.

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[reidsnose]

love letters

overview: spencer has a wonderful idea after finding out that reader had never gone to her senior prom

genre: fluff fluff fluff

a/n: i mixed two ideas that have been sitting in my notes app for this lol but i think its sweet!! i wrote it a little rushed and definitely not bc im not getting a prom this year due to miss rona👀 LMAO but as always please lmk what yall think ab it :)

masterlist

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the idea had fully occupied his thoughts the second after the words left your mouth.

it was "the buttcrack of dawn" as you had called it, though spirits were high on the late jet ride home. it was a rare but much needed positive end to the case, and everyone was happily chatting with each other. since the case was involving high schoolers, the subject fell on prom. everyone went around sharing their prom stories one by one, recalling awful dresses and questionable dates til the questions turned to spencer.

"what ab you, pretty boy, what was your prom like?" morgan asked, still smiling widely from recalling his own.

you watched spencer shift uncomfortably for a second.

"i uh..i never went to prom." he stammered, a tight lipped smile on his face.

"no! you just dont wanna tell us!" prentiss cried, throwing her hands in the air.

"i graduated high school when i was 12! why would i have gone to prom?" he reasoned.

"you had to have gone when you were older or something! everyone has!" jj countered.

"thats not true, i never went to prom either," you defended, subconsciously inching closer to spencer.

before anyone could even ask you to explain why, spencer got the idea. he mentally left the conversation after you gave your answer. he spent the whole rest of the ride home and the next couple of weeks brain storming and planning.

and casually after work one day, as he was walking you to your car, he asked you if you wanted to hang out with him that weekend; at his house.

you and Spencer had hung out before, but mostly at your house or at coffee shops; he didn't invite people over very often.

of course you agreed but you grew confused when he told you to dress fancy.

you raced home afterwards to raid your closet, looking for any fancy dresses you may have stuffed in there.

spencer spent the whole day preparing his apartment. he put up streamers and balloons. he made a playlist of all your favorite songs. and then he rushed to get his clothes from the cleaners.

and when you knocked at his door the breath that left your lungs struggled to come back after he opened the door.

he stood in a gorgeous suit, different than he had ever worn to work. he rubbed the back of his neck and gestured to the living room, revealing the adorable (albeit poorly made but its the thought that counts) decorations.

"um.. welcome to prom," he said, turning back to you, revealing a blushy smile.

he tried not to stare too much at you, but it was difficult. your eyes sparkled as you stepped inside and looked around. and the dress you were wearing fit you so gorgeously he truly couldnt take his eyes off of you.

"spencer, i..." you trailed off, enchanted by what he had done.

"sorry if it looks bad. or if you think its weird that i did this. i just thought cause neither of us went to prom maybe you wanted to have a little one with me? yeah now that i say it out loud maybe you hate it im sorr-" he rambled behind you.

you turned quickly to him as he got lost in his words, eyes glued to the floor. cutting him off by wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him as tight as you could. you could feel the tension leave his body as he melted into the embrace, returning it gladly. he doesn't like to be touched by anyone really, except for you.

"i love it. thank you," you whispered, giving him one last squeeze before letting go.

he has a spread of snacks lying out on the coffee table which he has mooved to the corner of the room to make space for a makeshift dancefloor.

he turns on the music and you two start talking and dancing and laughing. two fools with four left feet completely and obliviously in love. well, oblivious the the other anyway.

a slower song came on, an old one that you had wanted to slow dance to ever since you were a little girl. and somehow naturally you two came together, his hand dropped to your waist, the other delicately cradling your own. your other hand found its way up to his shoulder, feeling as though a magnet was pulling you two closer. and closer.

he looked absolutely stunning. the soft lights he had strung around the apartment sparkled like stars in his eyes; its was...dizzying, in the most incredible way.

unbeknownst to you, as you stared at the stars in his eyes he was looking at his whole world that he had been somehow lucky enough to hold in his arms.

he held his arm out, allowing you to spin and when he pulled you back both of your arms ended up wrapped around his neck, and his around your waist. you were less dancing now and more...hugging. with your head pressed to his chest, he hoped with all his might that you wouldn't be able to hear his hammering heart. you most definitely could, but it was calming to know he was as nervous as you were. you smiled, listening more to his heart than the music he had played for you.

you were both sure that you could burst from pure bliss. the song ended a little too quickly for either of your liking and reluctantly you let go of each other. and suddenly Spencer was hit with the realization that he forgot something.

"oh my gosh," his eyes widened as he looked around the room.

"what?" you asked, mirroring him and looking as well.

"i can't remember where i left your corsage! i was gonna give it to you at the door but i forgot!" he exclaimed, running around the room checking shelves.

you smiled to yourself. he got you a corsage!

"ill help you look" you decided.

"please do," he chuckled.

"i thought you had an eidetic memory, shouldn't you know where you left it?" you joked, shooting him a smug smile.

"y/n, my brain was all jumbled to day and it wasn't just from being around you," he realized what he had said and quickly turned back to the shelf he was looking at, "could you check in my room please?"

his heart was racing at his own stupidity; how could he just say that so nonchalantly? he had been planning to tell you that he liked you for the longest time he cant afford slipping up and having it be anything less than perfect.

you slipped into his room, your cheeks warm from the idea that you make his big brain all jumbled. he probably didn't mean it like that, you were just looking too much into it.

you sighed as you crouched to look under his bed for it. you found a small wooden box that you slid out from underneath. it had your name on it.

is it normal to keep a corsage in a wooden box? you wouldn't know, you never went to prom.

you shrugged your shoulders, "i found it spence!"

with out thinking you opened the box, except instead of a band of flowers you were greeted with letters, all addressed to you. there were annotations written in the margins with purple ink. you furrowed your eyebrows as you scanned the various letters.

dear y/n,

today you complimented my glasses and my heart skipped a beat. thats dumb spencer dont start like that

dear y/n,

im in love with you. too forward

dear y/n,

you make life worth living. shes gonna think youre a creep

you felt a rush of euphoria fill your chest. did he really feel these things for you? your thoughts swirled in the most wonderful way. a wide smile broke across your face, butterflies running rampage through your stomach as you reread his words. his words addressed to you.

"oh thank God i really thought i lost-oh. oh no." spencer started as he walked through the door of his room immediately walking back out. you followed, blinking your watery eyes at him. "i can explain.

"i think youve explained enough, theres like 20 letters in here!" you chuckled, flipping through them.

"i didnt know how to tell you and i dont want to ruin what we already have and i-"

"it wasnt too forward." you stated, grabbing one of the letters.

"what?" he asked, dumbfounded.

"in this one," you held up the letter, "you wrote dear y/n, im in love with you. and then you crossed it out and wrote that it was too forward but i dont think it was."

"youre not mad?"

"mad? spencer ive been trying to admit the fact that im in love with you since i realized it myself, why would i be mad?"

"youre..you feel the same way?" he looked back up at you, a hesitant smile pulling on the corners of his lips.

"more so," you beamed, stepping closer.

he wrapped his arms around you, "thats good or else the rest of this prom would have sucked."

you chuckled, pulling him impossibly closer to you as another perfect song played.

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EMBRASSE-MOI

: pairing — student! jay x tutor! reader

: genre — fluff, crack 

: song recc. — L’amour by Miel De Montagne 

: a/n — this lowkey sucks but I've been wanting to get work out so I'm sorry if this isn't the best :(( also I'm still learning french so if some of it is wrong pls lmk so i can fix it!! 

Jay was your school’s resident bad boy. blond hair, all-black outfits, cuts class and yells at kids that look his way. you know? the usual. You on the other hand were the complete opposite. straight-A student. A quiet kid who didn’t dare look the ways of Jay Park and his Clique™. So imagine the shock that was felt when the boy you avoided at all costs, walks up to you in the middle of the cafeteria asking for French lessons. 

“You want me to do what?” He rolls his eyes, tired of this conversation already. 

“Can you not hear? I’m failing French and I need to pass or else my parents won’t let me move to France.” He speaks as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“And you’re asking me why?” He rolls his eyes again for what felt like the 100th time. You’re just confused about how he even knows of your existence.

“Listen, all I know that you’re in my French class and that you pay attention, I’ll even pay you I just need to get my mark up.” You perk up to the sound of money. You don’t really need but it’s still nice to have some. Doing this will get you good Karma right? 

“Fine. Meet me at the library every Monday and Wednesday after class, got it?” Jay stares at you with annoyance. He really does not want to be wasting his senior year on stupid lessons but, here we are. He reluctantly agrees and watches you walk away, struggling to hold your books in your arms. He turns around and lets out a deep sigh, wondering if the hot chicks and fancy baguettes in France are really worth this

Minutes turned into hours as you waited for Jay to show up. You waited patiently for hours just for this kid to not show up. Annoyed, you start to pack up your books. You don’t know why you’d think someone like Jay would actually show up to a voluntary tutor session. You were just about to make your way out of the library when you see someone running towards you almost like the flash. As the figure got closer to your still body, you realize it was Jay. Now, bent over in front of you gasping for air with his tongue out like a dog. You stared at his limped-over figure with confusion and slight disgust. 

“s-s-sorry i was… late, i f-forgot about… this.” he manages to speak out with the little air he has in him. He stands up and evens out his breath. 

“what makes you think i’m gonna tutor you now? you wasted my time Park, i have a life too you know.” you snap at him. He stares at you for a brief second before letting out a hearty laugh, throwing his head back and slapping his leg. He sees your serious expression, your eyes glaring at him like an eagle and awkwardly stops laughing. 

“Look, i’m paying you and this is only gonna last for a little while. i just need to pass, that’s it.” His eyes shine with a hopeful gleam, a look that is extremely rare to see from Jay Park. He looked a little cute. You dramatically sigh and start walking into the library, Jay following behind you. 

You settle at the table you sat at prior, re-opening your book bag to pull out your notes. He just watches you do that, not making an effort to even bring out a pencil. 

“Okay, so how much french do you even know?” 

He stares into space, a little hesitant to continue. “Um, i can ask if i can go to the bathroom?” You stare at him with disbelief. You’ve been in this class with him for months and that’s all he knows. 

“THAT’S IT?” 

“Oh and i can say good morning!” you let out a loud groan that catches the attention of others around, causing them to loudly shush at you. Feeling annoyed again, you contemplate if the money was really worth it. You sigh out and start looking for your notes from the beginning of the semester. This was gonna take a LONG time. 

“... and that’s how you conjugate verbs in the past tense, aka passé composé!” You finish off the session with joy. Jay on the other hand has gone completely blank, not remembering a single word you just told him. He stares down at his notes, then at you, then back down at his notes. You can see the struggle on his face and he hasn’t said a word yet. 

“I’m never gonna pass french. This is it. I can kiss France goodbye.” he claims with despair. This already too hard for him and he barely has learned anything. He sets his head on the table and mumbles to himself about how he will never be happy if he doesn’t live his youthful 20’s in France. You sat across from him irritated with his discouraging behaviour and a little sad that you weren’t able to teach him well. Until you come up with a plan that might help him improve much quicker.  

“What if… we hang out this weekend? We can do something and we’ll only speak in French! Of course I’ll help you and all that. But like, maybe? Only if you want to of course you probably don’t wanna spend your weekend with me i dont know you know its just a plan.” you ramble on and on without stopping and Jay simply just watches you. He smirks a little before nodding. 

“How about you put your number in my phone and then I’ll text you when I’m free hm?” he slides his phone across the table towards you and eyes you typing it in. He catches a glimpse of your rose-coloured cheeks and smirks a little more. 

“Okay, uh there’s my number! Just um, text me you know, when you’re free!” you manage to stutter out. Jay just nods at you and again, watches you walk away. This time a slight smile across his face. 

A sudden notification pulls you away from your thoughts. An unknown number that you had a feeling belonged to a particular boy you didn’t think would actually text you. 

042-002-1130: bonjour 

042-002-1130: was that even right

042-002-1130: anyways I’m free on saturday if you wanna hang ig 

042-002-1130: samedi is saturday right 

042-002-1130: it is wow im such a genius 

You let out a snort at his cocky behaviour and reply back, letting him know that you were free yourself and to meet you at the school grounds at 2 pm. 

Saturday shows up as you wait outside the school gates, a picnic basket in hand. An all-black car with dark tinted windows zooms up to you. The window is pulled down and alas, the handsome boy sits in the driver’s seat, ushering you to get into the car with his hand. 

“Woah a picnic basket? Listen y/n you’re cool and all but this isn’t a date,” he speaks and notices you roll your eyes. A smug smile tugging his lips. 

“No you asshole, I have a plan with this.” 

“Tell me,” Jay begins to drive away from the school. The destination is unknown to you but extremely familiar to the boy next to you. 

“In here there is a bunch of food, in order for you to eat, you’re gonna have to say the name of the food in french.” He turns his head to see you looking back at him, a sweet smile places on your face. Jay has always known of you. You sat in the back of the classroom, handed in all your work on time and never skipped a class. You had very few friends and always seemed to be lost in a dream world when you weren’t working. Jay had never been able to speak to you personally as you always avoided him but know he has the chance to actually talk to you, and he doesn’t wanna mess it up. 

The car stopped at the edge of a giant grassy field. The greenery going miles ahead. Trees surrounding the two of you. Jay like a gentleman runs out of the car to open the door for you. You blush at his actions, thanking him silently by smiling at him. 

He directs you to a small spot under a tree. You lay out a blanket for you to sit on while Jay leans up against the tree. You tell him to sit down next to you as you bring out all the little snacks to share with him. He thinks that he could get used to this. 

“D’accord, commençons! Qu'est-ce que ç'est?” (okay, lets start! What is this?) 

You pick up a grape. He thinks for a little bit before answering. “Un raisin.” (a grape) You clap with glee and hand him over the grape. A silence falls between you both, unaware of how to keep going. He picks up a strawberry and brings it to your face. “Tu aime les fraises?” (do you like strawberries?) You eye him for a second, for someone who said he only knows how to ask how to go the bathroom in french, he knows quite a bit. You nod a little, opening your mouth and letting him feed you the sweet fruit. Your face matches the colour of the strawberry and he giggles. You pull out a sandwich and ask him to describe what’s in it. 

“Dans le sandwich, il y a du jambon, du beurre, et de la tomate.” (in the sandwich there is some ham, some butter, and some tomato.) He speaks confidently. 

“Trés bien Jay! Tu es bon en parler francias!” (very good Jay! You are really good at speaking French!) 

“Merci, mon Cheri.” (Thank you, my dear.) you blush even more before and shy away from Jay’s gaze. Jay being the very bold guy that he is, placing his hand underneath your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. You both just stare at each other as the sun sets behind you. Was Jay always this beautiful? His eyes scan over your face seeking for any discomfort, none is to be found. So he makes the move and starts to lean in. You already have your eyes closed and lips puckered out, ready to embrace a feeling you’ve never felt before.

His breath fans over your lips and just before he kisses you he asks “je peux t’embrasser? (can I kiss you?) you eagerly nod and whisper out “embrasse-moi.” (kiss me.) Jay finally places his lips on yours and everything feels right. Your hands find their way to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. You stay in this position with him for a little while before you pull back for air. Both his hands cradle your face, his thumb rubbing across the apples of your cheeks.

“I still have a lot to learn y’know?” Jay breaks the silence. You laugh out loud, falling into his lap. 

“Same time next week then yeah?” He lets out a ‘hmm’ and watches you rest your head against his thigh, playing with the ends of your hair. ‘Maybe France could wait a little’ he thought. 

[in-ky]

Hi! I’d love a story about Negan being a serial killer who only kills “bad people” (like in Dexter) and maybe he saves the reader from her ex who’s about to kill her and Negan can save her and takes her in because she’s a mess but she’s actually a killer herself (who kills rapists etc/ only the bad ones) and Negan and the reader start fighting and then get caught up in steamy hot sex 🥵 thank you!

Savior - Negan Killer AU

Warnings: Warnings: GORE + violence, smut, domestic abuse, swearing, dirty talk ig? idk how to tag this lol

A/N: hey! i struggled over this one for a while lol. ive only seen like. 3? episodes of dexter so. i really hope this meets your expectations! also forgive any mistakes its late, im tired, and i wanna get this up lol. also, is negan batman? maybe. 3.7k words

"Will, stop you're hurting me!" I hissed, grabbing at his wrist. He tugged me out of the bustling restaurant and into the dark street.

"I don't really give a shit," He snarled, throwing me into a secluded alleyway a few buildings down from the restaurant. Will had taken me out to a business dinner with his boss in hopes of showing me off and making a good impression. But things didn't quite go according to plan. "You embarrassed me in front of everyone!" He pushed me against the brick wall of the closed department store.

"What was I supposed to do?" I sneered, trying to wiggle away from him "He kept commenting on my body, saying how he wished he could take me home at the end of the night and do all kinds of 'unspeakable things to me'."

"You were just supposed to shut up and take it!" Will said, voice filled with rage "But no, you and your untamable fucking complex just couldn't handle a compliment. You threw your drink in his face! You're lucky he didn't fire me right then and there. You made me look like some pussy who can't control his whore."

"You're an asshole." I shouted, tears welling at the edges of my eyes. Will's face contorted further into a look of pure, unadulterated hatred.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" He seethed, clasping his hand tightly around my throat and constricting his fingers around my airway.

"I said you're an asshole who cares more about his dead-end career than his fucking girlfriend." I croaked. I hated him. I hated him so much. My vision clouded with the combination of disgust, loathing, and lack of oxygen, so I hit him where I knew it hurt. "There's a reason you needed me for arm candy tonight. It's 'cause you're a boring, piece-of-shit, lowlife who has no skill whatsoever. How does it feel knowing you need me to make something of yourself?" With that, he threw me to the ground by my throat. He wasted no time and pinned me to the cold concrete. His knees dug into my shoulders and his hand flew to his back pocket, whipping out the switchblade he carried as a precaution against mugging. My eyes widened as they caught a glint of the moonlight off the sharp knife. He brought the blade up to my throat and slapped me over the cheek harshly with his free hand.

"You better take back those words, bitch," He hissed, pressing the blade into the soft skin of my jugular "or they might just be your last." A dribble of blood ran down my neck with the pressure. Realization flashed through my mind. I could die right then. That could have been my last moment. Was I scared? No. Why wasn't I scared? Maybe it had to do with the shadowy figure that was slowly approaching us from the ally entrance.

There was plenty of time for me to warn Will that someone was coming. But I didn't. Instead, I stayed quiet and watched as the shadow figure pulled Will from my body with ease and tossed him to the side. Everything was kind of a blur. I was still oxygen starved and filled with a whirl-wind of emotion. I heard Will cry out in surprise and indignance. The shadow figure said nothing. It saw the switchblade with a steady line of my blood. It kicked Will in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Then it lifted up a baseball bat over its head and cracked it down over Will's skull. He continued to beat Will until he stopped squirming. The shadow figure paused and swung the bat over his shoulder. I had regained my breath and pushed myself to my elbows. The shadow noticed me moving and took a few heavy steps in my direction. I squirmed away slightly, instincts telling me to get away from the thing that had just pulverized my boyfriend. The shadow entered a stream of moonlight. It was a man. He had peppered hair and a blood-speckled face. He had dark brown eyes and a small smile perched on his lips.

"You okay, sweetheart?" He said. His voice was deep. I was partially surprised. He wasn't a bulky man. He was tall and had a broad frame, but his limbs were long and his body was lithe. He wore a leather jacket and his boots were slick with what I could only assume were Will's brains. I didn't want to look at his bat.

"W-Why did you do that?" I whispered. It was all I could muster.

"He was going to kill you." The man sounded confused, like I was supposed to know who he was and why he saved me.

"You don't know that." My voice was quiet. My eyes were glued to a spot behind the man, unblinking. He let out a throaty chuckle and dropped to a squat, leveling with me.

"Doll, he had a knife pressed to your throat," His words were gentle "Looked like he was gonna fuckin' kill you." He hesitantly reached out two fingers in the direction of my face. I didn't move. He was wearing leather gloves. The ridged fabric ran along my injuries. "Seems like he did some damage before I could step in. Damn. Sorry about that. Listen, I live a few streets down. If you want, I can get you cleaned up."

"Okay," I said softly. I let him help me up to my feet. He guided me along with one arm while holding his bat with the other. As we walked out of the alley I couldn't help but look down at Will, or what remained of him at least. His forehead was split in half, a pool of chunky blood bubbling on the ground. I clenched my jaw and forced myself to swallow the bile that had risen in my throat. And yet, I didn't feel sad. I didn't mourn him. Maybe it was shock, maybe it wasn't. "Thank you?" I murmured, though it was more of a question. The man and I stepped out onto the street and I was grateful there was no one around to see us leaving the scene of a very heinous-looking crime.

"No problem, doll," The man hummed, setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk. "The name's Negan, by the way." Cool. Negan: my Savior.

~~~

"So you're like Batman?" I asked Negan as he dabbed the blood away from my neck. He gave a short chuckle and tore away the sticky part of the band-aid.

"I guess you can say that," he mused, splaying the bandage over the cut the knife had left "but I specifically go for people that I know have hurt others. The baddies, if you will."

"Is that legal?" I tilted my head, crossing my ankles as they dangled over the bathroom counter. My palms were flat on the surface of Negan's marble sink top, fiddling with the wrappers of the medical supplies he had used to clean and bandage my small cuts and bruises.

"I haven't been caught," Negan shrugged "besides, it's less work for the police. They don't have to do any interrogation bullshit or anything. I usually catch people in the act, like tonight. Then I do my thing."

"Do you kill everyone?"

"Only the bad people," He reminded, tossing away a bloody tissue "only people who have hurt others. But, yes, usually the offender ends up on the business end of Lucille over there." He pointed out the door into the living room, where the still-bloody bat rested against a chair. I furrowed my brow.

"Well, doesn't that make you a bad guy?" I pressed. He tapped my knee and I dropped down to the tile floor, tucking my hair behind my ear and gathering some of the scraps.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you still kill people, right? Even if they're bad? So doesn't that still make you a killer?" Negan was quiet for a minute. "Let's put it this way," I continued "What would you do if you came across someone who was like you; someone who hurt the bad people. Would you still kill them. They're hurting people." Negan took a deep breath and let it out with a contemplative sigh, itching his bearded chin.

"I'm not sure," He mused "I've never really thought about it before. See, I don't consider myself a bad person per say. Yea, what I'm doing might be considered fucked up. But I'm doing it for the right reason. I'm protecting people by attacking their attackers. In the end, someone's saved." He brushed off his hands and led me out of the bathroom, flicking the light off. "Would you rather me not have saved you tonight?"

"No," I said immediately "thank you. Really, thank you. You saved my life. Will is...was...always a dick, but I never thought he'd actually hurt me. I guess that proves people can have a whole bunch of layers." Negan nodded and moved to the kitchen. He raised a bottle of whiskey as an offering. I shook my head but he poured himself a glass.

"I was just doing my job," Negan grinned sympathetically "I'm sorry your boyfriend was an asshole who tried to murder you." I shrugged, amusement in my eyes.

"Eh, it happens to everyone." I smiled as he let out another laugh. I felt as if I shouldn't be laughing, but at the same time, everyone has their own responses to almost getting stabbed to death in an alley. So I let myself have this moment. Besides, Negan was a good guy to be around. He made me feel safe, comfortable, secure. Everything I needed right now. "So, Negan, what do you do? Surely vigilante-ing can't pay well, and this apartment is really nice."

"I'm a retired baseball player," Negan said, sipping his whiskey and settling into one of the armchairs in the living room "Hence the bat."

"Were you any good?" I asked. He let out a loud scoff.

"Was I any good?" He mocked "Sweetheart, I have a whole damn trophy room. I was fucking amazing. I just got old."

"So you're rich with no real job, you kill bad guys, and you have a massive ego," I listed "You really are like Batman, aren't you?"

~~~

Negan let me stay on his couch that night. It was leather, like everything else that man seemed to own, but it was comfortable. I woke up to the smell of bacon filling the air. I groaned and rubbed my fists against my eyes, clearing them of sleep. I stretched my arms above my head in a yawn and rolled off the couch, stumbling into the kitchen. Negan was hunched over the bubbling pan, dodging pellets of grease as they shot up at him.

"Smells good!" I purred, closing my eyes and taking a deep inhale.

"Good," He grumbled "You better fucking enjoy it because I've gotten burned at least three times." I laughed and walked up to him examining the small red patches that dotted his arms.

"You didn't have to make me breakfast you know."

"Yea, but I wanted to make sure you were comfortable," He sighed, turning off the stove and scooping the cooked bacon onto a paper towel. "Besides, I was craving some bacon when I woke up. I haven't had someone to share a meal with in a while."

"Well, if you want, you can come by my house for dinner." I offered, crunching down on a piece of bacon "I've been meaning to whip out the family alfredo recipe for a while, maybe a hot date would give me that incentive." I gave him a playful wink and he chuckled.

"Sure thing, doll," He hummed, putting the pan in the sink "I love me some fucking spaghetti. I'll see you around seven?"

"Sounds good."

~~~

I ran down the sidewalk, chest heaving. There was enough darkness to cover me, but I still kept my head down to prevent recognition. I held my hands close to my stomach, praying that the blood on my fingers wouldn't drip on the pavement and leave a trail. I had been on my way home from the store when I heard some commotion coming from an alley. My first instinct was to run, but then I heard the girl crying for help. Negan came to mind, what he did, how he helped people. I couldn't turn away. I marched down the alley and saw a greasy man pinning a woman to the wall of a building. Flashbacks of the night before hit me like a train. I looked on top of the alley dumpster  and saw a crowbar perched on one of the lids. I grabbed it and stormed up to the man, whacking him upside the head with the weapon. I kicked him to the side and brought the crowbar over my head before swinging it down. It connected with his face in a sickening 'thwack.' I thought of Will. I thought of what might of happened if Negan had never stopped him. I thought of all the times that bastard had gotten drunk and told me I was nothing. I let the rage bubble up and fuel my beating. By the time I was pulled back into the moment, my muscles were screaming, the woman was gone, and the man's face was unrecognizable. I tossed the crowbar into the dumpster and ran back home.

Dried blood is extremely hard to wash off. It sticks to your skin in flakes, creating a pattern of red veins crawling over your hands. Fuck. I scrubbed as hard as I could under the rushing water of the sink, pumping more and more soap into my hand. It was under my fingernails. It was stuck in my palm prints. Shit, did I leave fingerprints at the scene? Would they be coming for me? With a hiss, I rubbed even harder at my skin, small flecks of blood turning the sink water red.

Suddenly, my door opened.

"I'm ready for my s'getties!" Negan boomed with a wide smile. My head whipped around, looking at him with wide eyes. His grin faded and he crossed the room in record time, grabbing my wrists and turning the sink off. "Is this fucking blood?" He snarled, bringing my hands up to my face. I clenched my jaw and dropped my eyes to my feet. "Jesus, who's is it? Answer me!"

"I-I heard someone screaming on the way home," I said quietly, eyes still downcast "I thought I would help..." His jaw went slack and he let go of my hands, running his fingers through his hair.

"Jesus fuck, you can't just go around killing people!"

"Why not?" I snapped, eyes meeting his "You do it all the time? What's the difference? Why can't I help people?"

"Because it...Because you just can't!" Negan growled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so special?" I hissed back, drying my hands off on a towel before tossing it at him "It's not like you can get a permit for fucking murder. Why do you do it, anyways? Is it some perverted thing? Do you get off on saving people from attackers?"

"Watch yourself." Negan warned, eyes darkening.

"Pfft, or what?" I laughed, tossing my head back "What are you gonna do, kill me? I'm not afraid of you, Negan." As soon as the words left my mouth, he charged me. His hand flew to my throat, squeezing my airway lightly. His hips pressed me against the counter. I let out a small gasp when he shoved his face next to mine.

"Oh, but doll, you really fucking should be." He spat, curling his lip "I could snap your neck right here, right now." He gave a small squeeze to emphasize his words. I let out a strangled moan. We both froze. "Are you turned on right now?" He muttered, furrowing his brow. I licked my lips and squirmed in his grip, pressing my thighs together slightly in an effort to alleviate the warm pressure growing in my belly.

"No," I lied, voice weak. A sinister grin curled over the bottom half of his face and he licked his tongue over his teeth.

"And I'm the perv, huh?" He sucked on my earlobe and peppered kisses down my jawline "Sweetheart, tell me, do you want me to fuck that pretty little pussy of yours? Do you want me to make you cum harder than you ever have?" I whimpered at his dirty mouth. "Use your words, doll, or I'll leave right fucking now."

"Y-Yes!" I breathed as Negan's lips sucked on the sweet spot right beneath my ear.

"Yes, what, princess?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me, please!" I groaned, clawing at his shirt. He let out a short chuckle, muttering something about how needy I was, but I didn't care. Right now, the only thought running through my head was that I needed Negan. I needed all of him. And damn me if I wasn't going to get it.

We clawed at each other's clothes like rabid animals. Once we were completely bare, Negan moved his kisses down my body. His large, calloused hands kneaded my breasts, twisting my nipples between his thumbs. My arms flew around his neck and I dragged my fingernails up his back. He shivered against my touch and slid his hands further down my body. They settled firmly on my hips as he captured my lips in a fervent kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he grunted, pulling back for air. I looked at him. His tawny eyes were now black, pupils far beyond dilated with lust. Both of our lips were swollen and red from the intensity of our kisses. Negan's chest inflated and deflated quickly as his eyes roamed over my body. "You're so damn perfect." I smiled sheepishly and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through lidded eyes.

"You're not so bad yourself," I reached out my hand and used my pointer finger to draw a line from his collar bone down the center of his chest and through his navel, finally ending right over his pulsing cock. He sucked in a breath as my fingers closed around him. My thumb swept over the hot tip, gathering precum on the pad of my finger and rubbing it around.

"Shit," He hissed as I slowly pumped him "I'm not gonna fucking last if you keep doing that." He gently pried my hand away and took a step closer to me. I could feel his hardened length resting against the inside of my thigh. The thought of him being so close made a burst of heat rush down between my thighs. Negan took a long finger and ran it through my folds, collecting my wetness. I moaned as he teasingly dipped the first knuckle into me. He pulled back and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl," he chuckled, raising his finger to my face "You're fucking dripping. Who's that for?" His slick-coated fingers glistened in the light of my apartment. I let out a deep groan as he slid them between his lips and sucked.

"You, Negan!" I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist "It's all for you." A wolfish grin spread over his features as he tugged me off him and pulled me down off the counter. He spun me around and pressed gently between my shoulder blades until my chest was flat against the cold surface.

"Then if you don't mind," Negan cooed, lining himself up with my entrance "I'm going to take what belongs to me." With that, he slowly pushed into me. I gasped at the stretch, balling my hands into fists as he continued to split me open.

"Fucking shit," he groaned once he bottomed out "you're tight as hell. I bet you've never had a dick as big as mine." He pulled out slightly and I let out a moan at the growing emptiness inside. The moan soon turned to a yelp when he brought down his hand against my ass. The smack was loud and he rubbed the red spot tenderly. "Have you?"

"N-No!" I gasped when he thrusted into me for the first time "Never. Fuck, you feel so good." Negan's thrusts sped up, his hips snapping against my ass in an obscene rhythm. Grunts and moans of pleasure slipped from both of our lips as he plowed unapologetically into me. I could feel every inch of him. He was hitting every spot, dragging against my walls in a sinfully perfect way.

"You're doing so good," He purred, kissing and biting my shoulder "So good for me. You're so perfect." I tossed my head back and he grabbed my chin, tilting my face towards him so he could give me another bruising kiss. I could only keep up for so long, though, and the white bliss of pleasure he was giving me soon became overwhelming. My jaw went slack and my head dropped against the cool tile of the counter in an attempt to ground myself in the moment. "I want you to cum, doll, cum around me. Wanna feel those walls squeeze me." His thrusts were starting to become sloppy and I could tell he was getting to his end. One of his fingers danced down my spine and found its way to my clit. He circled it with just enough pressure to get me to the edge that I was so willing to jump off. "Now." Negan growled. I obeyed, feeling the band in my lower abdomen snapping violently. We reached our releases simultaneously. My walls clenched around him, milking him of every drop. I screwed my eyes shut and screamed his name, holding in a large breath as the world around me spun. Negan eventually pulled himself out and collapsed on top of me. We both were breathing heavily, sweaty bodies entangled as well as we could over a counter. I swallowed, my throat dry from panting through my orgasm. When my eyes fluttered open, I could see Negan's thumb tracing circles over the love bites that were starting to darken on my shoulders.

"Are you going to kill me?" I rasped, running a hand through my wild hair "I guess I'm a bad person now." Negan chuckled, still out of breath.

"I think I'll make an exception," He mused, pressing a sweet kiss to the shell of my ear "I don't think I'm ready to let you go just yet."

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Request: "So for my request, can you write a oneshot featuring Mob trying to befriend and understand Shinshou please? Its an au where Mob enrolls at class 1a to be a hero and it would take place after the Sports festival. What do you think?"

Yesyes ofc i can, sorry that it took a ehile the past weeks have just been, well, stressful to say the least, but i try to do the asks and stuff!

Character(s): Shigeo Kageyama, Hitoshi Shinso

Request? Yes

No reader in the story, this is just a mini crossover

Mob vs his number 1 enemy! Social anxiety!

Mob is just your average teenager, well, if you look away from his very strong powers ane that he saved the world that one to two times. But Mob struggles with social anxiety, and today he promised himself to try and overcome it by making a new friend! The particular student he has his eye on is Hitoshi Shinso, a class 1-B student, but he has to try and befriend him during lunch, cause they're not in the same class.

And thats where we are right now, at lunch. Shinso is sitting by himself at one of the tables, and Mob internally tries to hype himself up to talk to him. Walking over to the table that Shinso is at feels so slow and scary for Mob, because he usually isn't one to do these things, but lately he had been feeling lonelier that usual, and his brother Ritsu suggested making a friend at his school, which he is currently about to try to do.

Arriving at the table, he instantly gets Shinso's attention, because he isn't usually approached by anyone. "H-hey, can i sit here?" Mob asks, pointing at the seat beside Shinso, and as Shinso finishes chewing what he has in his mouth, he mutters a little 'yes' to the boy standing beside him.

Sitting down, Mob internally celebrates his little victory of actually talking to the purple haired insomniac that he decided to try befriending, and Shinso is just curious as to why a person from 1-A wants to talk to him.

"My name is Kageyama, Kageyama Shigeo, but most people call me Mob" the black haired teen says, now known as 'Mob' to Shinso. "...I'm Shinso Hitoshi, by the way, why are you talking to me?" Asks the boy, or should i rather say Shinso. "Oh uh, i-if im bothering you i can leave, i just wanted to know if you wanted to be friends with me." Is the answer he gets from a now very much more nervous Mob, who was sweating bullets, and whose internal thoughts sounds like "oh god am i bothering him? Should i really have done this? I dont think i did anything wrong though, did i?".

"Oh... well, i didn't really expect that, people normally just stay away from me." At this, Mob becomes very confused. Why would people stay away from him? He hadn't done anything as far as Mob knew, had he? "W-well, do you wanna be friends?" The only answer Mob gets to this question is a little hesitant nod, which doesnt seem like much, but it makes him feel over the moon.

Shinso isn't very good at socializing either, but he's better than Mob, and starts a conversation to learn about the esper that he had just accepted friendship with, and their conversation carries on till the end of the lunch break, where they decide to meet just outside the school when they finish school.

Hours pass by with the two of them awaiting for the teachers to release them from school, so they can meet up again, and finally school is over. Mob is just walking the hallways, trying to get through the crowd of students that all want to go home after a long day of school, and finally get down to the front door.

Walking outside, his eyes are looking around in hope to find Shinso, who he had promised to meet up with, and over at the side of the path to the gates, said boy stands. Shinso was also looking for Mob and as soon as their eyes meet, a faint smile befalls Shinso's lips, and the same to Mob.

Mob speed walks over to him, trying not to trip. Before Mob came, shinso had been looking at his phone, which he is about to put back in his pocket, but before he can, a random student bumps into him and knocks it out of his hand. Shinso's eyes widen, and so does Mob's, who saw the whole thing, but before the phone could touch the ground, Mob stops it in the air with his powers.

"Here you go" he says, fiving the phone back to Shinso. "Wow... you did say that you could do that, but it looks even cooler than i expected.." Shinso comments on Mobs powers, which makes Mob blush in embarrassment. "A-ah, its nothing too big, i try not to use them too much".

Walking home is way more fun than usual with his new friend, is what Mob thinks. And luckily, they live not too far from each other, Mob's house being just a bit closer than Shinso's. The entire way they were having a conversation about, well, anything they found interesting, or past experiences, or anything really.

Arriving at Mob's house, they say their goodbye's, and Mob enters his house with a smile (which was a little unusual, but Ritsu gets very happy when he sees his brother being all happy). And Shinso gets home smiling as well.

The people around the two in their homes dont know what made them come home so happy, but when Mob/Shinso is happy, they get happy too.

Ahahahah sorry if they're a bit ooc, i tried to make them as close to their character as possible, but i haven't watched mha in quite a while, so correct me if i wrote anything wrong please. Buh bye!!

[dreamii-yume]

Our lovely sleeping prince birthday is almost upon us, at least when I'm writing this ask so,

Sleepy prince gets to fulfill his one absolute birthday wish on his darling he keeps in his room, (before the party or maybe when it turns midnight on his birthday or after the party while it still is his birthday)

It is WAY upon us, my Love— IM SORRY IM LATE HAHA

Warnings : Yandere | Non-Con | Non-Consensual Touching | Kidnapping | Loss of Virginity

I see Silver being a borderline delusional yandere but still quite lucid at some point. He was confused at first and don’t really mean no harm to the one he loves, but when he turned to his father for some advice, that’s when things got a little bit...Complicated.

I mean, he did have a few doubts when his father was so supportive of his dark intentions of wanting to kidnap his Darling away from everyone else in the world, he was so conflicted of himself back then too. But Lilia was all smiles and giggles, squealing about how romantic it sounded to him that he even provided tips such as shackles and chains as protective “jewelry”. His father was weird, but Silver would be lying if he says that it didn’t make him feel at least slightly better about himself. Who was he to doubt the words of his father who knew so much about the world anyway?

Silver was never one to hurt you intentionally as he understood why you acted so strongly against his advances. Even when you yell for him to let go of you or inflict some sort of damage on him in some way, his patience was impeccable. He’d unconsciously overpower you when he wants to though, his strong arms wrapping around your body, making it smaller than it really is. He’d lay his head on your lap and fall asleep without even trying, but when you try to push him off, he’d instantly cling on you so tight that it felt like you were going to break a bone or two. He wasn’t one to shy away from sexual advances either, as per the advice of his father, and his kisses always felt so messy against your mouth.

He believes that he is doing the right thing, your resistance is just another obstacle that he’s yet to tackle. You’ll come to love him eventually, he just needs you to understand that by any means necessary.

Usually, it doesn’t go too far than touching each other though, he was totally the type to have sex only after marriage. The worse that you could remember doing was to pleasure his cock with your hands, occasionally with your mouth as well when he’s feeling extra horny. You can usually make him stop whenever you felt as if he really wanted to put his dick in you and steal your virginity, because he wanted to be all romantic and save your firsts for the best part, right? He wouldn’t want to ruin such a special moment, right...? But for some reason, it wasn’t working the way you wanted it to be this time around, Silver on his birthday felt different than usual. When you heard his drive was motivated once again by his ever-so mischievous father, it suddenly made so much more sense.

“If you really wanted to do it because you love her that much, then I don’t see the reason why you are willing to hold yourself back~”

I’d imagine he’d still want to make it as romantic as possible though, apologizing for being so impatient because you were too tempting to resist. He’ll set up the mood when the moon is fully out and treating you to a relaxing bath and a filling meal prior. He’d probably reach that point where he already believes that you are as in love with him as much as he does for you by how long you’ve been confined in his room, that the reason why you’ve been avoiding sex was because you were insecure and nervous. However, you’ve doing all those lewd acts with him before, haven’t you? Sucking his cock like your life depends on it, letting him touch you in your most sensitive spots, and returned all his kisses, it’s all signs that he believed to be leading him onto this moment. Any excuses you spout out now is just nonsensical, a childish tantrum.

That’s why, he had to clasp his hand around your mouth to silence your ear-piercing scream when he pushed into you. You were tight, but wet enough for his cock to slip right through, like you were made perfectly just for him. You struggled as much as you can, but ultimately became weaker and weaker as he began to thrust into you, his tip eventually reaching the depths of your cervix. He felt bad to see tears streaming down your cheeks, he could practically feel your walls stretching to its absolute limits just to accommodate his size so he could imagine how painful it must’ve been. He could even see blood pouring out of you, Lilia said that it was normal, like it was a proof of your virginity being torn away for the first time but he can’t help to wonder if you were okay.

Silver felt good though, his cock was wrapped around your warmth like a blanket and the sensation of dragging along your insides every time he would thrust in was fantastic. It was difficult to stop and it’s a shame to his pride, but he did his best to be gentle and constantly reminded himself to apologize afterwards. He knew how you’re feeling, but swore to make you feel good and doesn’t seem to intend to stop until he fulfills that promise. This was what he wanted after all, to finally claim you as his both inside and outside was his very special birthday wish...And when he finally felt his climax forming, he did not hesitate to cum deep inside you with a powerful thrust, enough to knock your breath out.

Lilia was right, having sex for the first time was such a euphoric experience, a memory that the both of you won’t probably ever forget. He came inside for the first time without any protection whatsoever, risking the possibility of pregnancy and it’s embarrassing for Silver to admit how addictively thrilling an experience it was...But looking down at your trembling body, it seems like that it really did took a toll on you. He still hasn’t pulled out of you just yet, even though his semen was already seeping out of your stuffed hole. Did you have as much fun as he did, he wondered?

...No worries, he can just do it all over again.

You’re seem tired, but it looked like you still have a bit of strength left in you just yet. Especially when you widened your eyes in panic to look up at him as soon as he grabbed your hips again. He only gave you a gentle smile to relay his message back...He promised he won’t stop until you feel as good as he does, didn’t he~?

IM BACK DARLINGS, and I managed to calm the amount of workloads I have lol I’ll try to continue writing hornii because I am VERY- OMG.