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*Mexican!Yuu just chilling in their room, fliming, and pans the camera to Grim; who's very interested as to whatever is happening outside their dorm*
Yuu: ¿Y tu gato es chismoso? Mire mi gato.
Grim:

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(Stink Bomb walks in on Freeze Blade and Night Shift)
Freeze Blade: (holding a first-aid kit) Bro! I was homoerotically cleaning and patching my friend’s wounds and you ruined it! I was scolding him for being an idiot in an exasperated but fond tone of voice while I tenderly bandaged his knuckles and we both tried unsuccessfully to avoid looking into each other’s eyes until the tension between us became unbearable when you entered the room without fucking knocking and totally killed the mood! What the hell, man?!
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Jade: children should NOT be forced to wake up earlier than 6 am to get to school on time. what if they are working the night shift at freddy fazbear’s??
#homestuck#incorrect homestuck quotes#jade harley#mod terezi#i've worked the night shift and lemme tell ya#it's outright murder
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Sebastian: .. .----. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY]
Angelo : What's that?
Sebastian: Remorse code.
Angelo : I'm even angrier now.
#incorrect quotes#night shift podcast#sebangelo#angelo volta#night shift audio drama#sebastian fen#nsp incorrect quote
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Gas station antics
Tobias: *dancing on top of the checkout counter, believing he is completely alone on his night shift* DISTURBIAAAA! DISTURBIAAAAAAAAAA! BUM-BUM-BE-DUM-BUM- Eric: *horrified, watching from outside with the midnight snack Tobias requested* ... why do I get the feeling this is one of those things I was never meant to comprehend?
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Eric: Tobias, are we friends? Tobias: That's a stupid fucking question. Eric: *sobbing* Tobias: WAIT WAIT WAIT THAT MEANS WE'RE FRIENDS YOU LOVABLE HALFWIT
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Eric: sometimes Tobias doesn't know how to be social, so I have to do it for him. Eric, holding out Tobias' hand to a random person at the park: this is Tobias. He's not very social, but I'm sure he'd be very happy to make friends with you! Tobias, deadpan: oh, so we're playing two truths and a lie now.
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Tobias: Eric keeps thinking that every time I've had a bad day, eating fried chicken helps me feel better. Tobias: *looks around before whispering* don't tell anyone, but what he doesn't realize is that it's actually having dinner of any kind with him that makes me happy.
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Alastor x Reader
"The Morning After"
This started out as an idea for just a quick funny incorrect quotes and turned into a full-on one shot of fluffy nonesense. G/N reader, though they do wear make-up. No use of Y/N.
Still half asleep, you shifted from laying on your back to your side, facing the edge of the bed. The change in position suddenly made you more awake for two reasons; the pressure on your bladder and the odd green light burning through your eyelids.
You blinked your eyes, squinting for several seconds as your eyes adjusted to the light, and you realized you were looking at the pocket dimension bayou in Alastor’s room.
Alastor’s room.
ALASTOR’S ROOM.
Oh fuck.
You look over at the other side of the bed and see the unmistakable red and black hair, the two long fluffy ears, and little antlers. Markers of his identity that you had grown accustomed to in the years you had known him. What you weren’t used to was the ashen skin of his bare back and the gentle rise and fall of his shoulder as he slept soundly beside you, facing the opposite direction.
He was as naked under the sheets as you were.
Halfway between panicked and giddy with excitement, you recalled the wild night you two had indulged in the night before. The culmination of years of pining on your end – and recently acknowledged and understood feelings on his end – had led you to his bedroom for the very first time last night.
You just hoped it wasn’t something he would wake to regret.
That worry had to come later because right now your poor bladder was going to burst.
Slipping out from under the sheets, you tiptoed as quietly as you could across the floor and into the bathroom, making sure to not turn on the light until the door was softly closed behind you.
Ugghh, you hadn’t even cleaned yourself up before falling asleep. You and Alastor had gone so hot and heavy that once it was over, you both had just passed out, wrapped up in each other’s arms, so exhausted that not even the mess between your legs and the wet spots on the sheets could bother you.
Quickly and quietly, you relieved yourself and then wiped yourself clean, praying to Roo herself that you would get the chance to shower before any more intimate acts were shared between you and Alastor.
And then you flushed the toilet and winced at the insulting and loud noise it made. You forgot the plumbing in this piece of shit building let you know exactly who was showering or taking a piss from two stories above.
Two more things happened simultaneously that got your panic spiking again.
The light in the bedroom flipped on and you caught your reflection in the mirror.
You’re make up was a disaster.
You weren’t so vain as to have never let Alastor see you without it before. Honestly, he’d seen you with a natural and clean face more often than not but of course you had put on a near full face the night before and not cleaned it up before . . . before . . .
Fuck, you probably left lipstick and mascara all over those nice silk sheets he had summoned just before he’d laid you down on them.
There was a soft knock on the door.
“Darling?” Alastor’s voice called for you and he sounded almost insecure and you would think about that later, later, how sweet that little hint of worry in his questioning was and how it meant he was hoping you weren’t regretting anything either and for fuck’s sakes you had patiently waited years to get that man’s dick inside you just for you to forget basic hygiene afterwards and now you had water proof raccoon eyes and lipstick smeared across your face like you were trying out to play the next Joker and what was left of your eyeshadow was in clumps that did nothing but accentuate every little wrinkle around your eyelids . . .
“I’m fine!” you say with a voice that was far too high pitched to be believable and you began searching through the bathroom drawers for a washrag or something to clean up your face. “Just cleaning up a little is all.”
He’d heard the toilet flush, heard the running of the bathroom sink, he had to have heard you rummaging through the drawers, frankly those beautiful ears of his could probably pick up on the sound of your heart racing like fucking Secretariat. And it was Alastor. He had zero sense of personal space and was likely going to barge in any second now-
You heard his soft chuckle as he opened the door and caught you desperately wiping at your face with a washrag and cold water, doing less to remove the makeup and more to just make an even more pathetic mess of colors across your stricken expression.
It didn’t help that you were still completely naked.
“My dearest, there are better ways to go about that.”
Frozen with embarrassment, you watched his reflection in the mirror as he walked behind you, though you wouldn’t meet his eyes. Instead, yours were glued to his equally nude body that he so confidently kept on display for you as he reached around you and opened a drawer, revealing a packet of make-up remover wipes.
He held one up for you and that’s when you finally looked up at him.
His ever-present smile was there, a touch sweeter and affectionate than usual, but the rest of his face looked as bad as yours. Red eyeshadow and black eyeliner had gotten everywhere and with the rather attractive sex hair he had going on, he looked more like a member of an 80’s rock band than he did The Radio Demon.
You couldn’t help the relieved laugh that escaped your lips.
“What, you thought all this was natural? Please,” he gave a dismissive wave of his hand and wrist and began cleaning up his own face.
The tension and nervousness melted away as you followed his lead and after getting yesterday’s make-up properly cleaned up, Alastor even summoned your toothbrush from your room for you to use. And none of it was awkward or weird, doing these normal, domestic things . . . in his bathroom . . . in the nude . . . with him there.
It should have been weird but instead it was unremarkably comfortable. Like it had been this way all along. A normal, mundane morning, in the best way possible.
“Join me for a shower?” he asked, with his hand held out.
There was a plethora of other questions left unsaid in his gaze.
Did you really not regret the night before?
Did you really want him? With all his violent inclinations and strange, often conflicting mannerisms and behaviors?
Were you really ready to commit yourself to the unpredictable life of The Radio Demon?
Offering him your best smile and your hand, you followed him into the steamiest, most invigorating shower of your life.
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BNHA Incorrect quotes#38 Working 9pm to 5am
Jin has been poorly flirting with A random civilian who works in the rundown convenience store, a worker who only works the night shift and lets both heroes and villains buy stuff without judging them...
Jin*Seeing you scan his items and looks at you with puppy-love eyes* I would let you ruin my life
Convenience!Y/n*Not batting an eye and hands him his items in a bag* Sorry, I’m busy ruining my own, You’ll have to wait
If you guys want this can I get an "ohhhyeaaaah!~"
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Y/N, patrolling with Daryl: Ugh, it’s so hot out here that my vagoogle is sweating!
Daryl, both stunned and confused: Your what?!
Y/N, utterly nonplussed: My vagoogle.
Daryl: Ain’t that somethin’ to do with the internet?
Y/N: No. My vagoogle. My vaheena. My cave of wonders. My pink canoe. My hoo hoo. My tunnel of love.
Daryl, shifting between confused, exasperated, and disgusted: Th’fuck?
Y/N, sighing: My vagina, Daryl.
Daryl: Can’t ya just call it a pussy instead’a…all that shit?
Y/N: No, because my vajayjay is made of gold.
Daryl, walking away: Right.
Y/N, smirking: I could’ve called it my cock-a-doodle-doer last night and you would’ve kept on eating it like it was KFC.
Daryl, blushing furiously: Stop.
Y/N, skipping to catch up: Finger lickin’ good!
Daryl, stares before nodding: Can’t argue with that but please stop talkin’ now.
@loganlostitall and I should not be allowed to discuss incorrect quotes at 3am. Poor Daryl.
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MY SWEET NOTHING


MY SWEET NOTHING | SOFT!RAFECAMERON X FEM!READER | IMAGINE
PAIRING: Sofe!Rafecameron X Fem!Reader
SUMMARY: Just a night of cuddles, games and sweet nothings
WORD COUNT: 467
WARNING(S): None just a whole lot of Fluff also I have 15 drafts with pretty much done I just need to rewrite them but there should be more imagines and Incorrect quotes coming soon :) anywho enjoy Soft Rafe

It was around 9:45 at night, the stars were shining in the sky twinkling down onto the OBX while the sun was already set making the sky hues of navy blues and dark purples whilst the suns edges peaked slightly over the waves of the gently splashing water of the marsh,
The couple laid in the king sized bed in the Cameron’s mansion, it was the first time in a week or so that the couple finally had time together since Rafe had been helping his father with the family business and the girl had been working alongside her best friend Kiara in their restaurant Kiara inherited from her father.
His girlfriend was rested between his open legs, her arms were securely wrapped around his left leg hugging into the muscly soft flesh of his thigh, her eyes were closed but not sleeping her face was pushed into pelvis rested just underneath his toned abs while her legs were curled as much as possible to her stomach grazing Rafe’s right leg.
His arms were rested comfortably on the top of her shoulder blades slightly leaning on the back of her head, he held his controller for the PS5 playing his slightly intense game of pro clubs
they have been in this position for about half an hour now just doing their own thing however it wasn’t enough for the girl
“Rafe” the girl called lifting her head up to look at Rafe in her lying down position
“Yeah princess?” Rafe asked continuing to focus on the game he was playing
“Nothing”She whispered once again digging her face into his abs Rafe glances away from his game to look down at the girl with a confused expression with his eyebrows raised
“Come on what is it princess?”he pressed pausing his game and resting the controller beside him on the bed to give the girl his full attention,
this made the girl shift her position to be lying on her back and looking up at the boy, Rafe with his now empty hands puts one on her jaw gently stroking her skin
“I just wanted to say your name” she said smiling shyly at the boy with her cheeks flushed a bright red, she turned on her side again closing her eyes, Rafe picks up his controller and begins to play the game again
a couple minutes later
“Princess”The boy said not looking away from his game
“yeah?” She asked opening her eyes staring at the wall ahead of her
“Nothing” he looked down at her to watch the smile he loved move then anything to appear on her face
the girl responded by digging her face into his bare stomach and giving it tender kisses making Rafe smile at the love of his life.

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On Campus: The Prize of Affection
pairing: Geto x Reader x Gojo
← 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 / 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟏 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 →
Contents: college au, SLOW BURN, fluff + angst + smut, alcohol, frat parties, attempts of spiking, harassment, some violence, jealousy, pining, flirting, MULTI ENDS, happy ending.

Well, after two years of the same thing—rambling professors and poorly written notes—you were finally starting your third year of college. It felt dreadfully monotonous. Mostly because you knew the first day of your freshman year you were going to keep your identity on the down low and your grades higher than ever. It was great because this plan worked better than ever. You had a steady job, the local coffee shop, working with two of your closest friends, and most of all, your transcript practically screamed a high paying job in your future.
So yeah, it kinda made you jealous seeing the frat parties houses being raided by energetic students alike. Would you love to dress up and act like you didn’t have a test the next day? Of course. Almost everyone in college pictured their nights to look like that. They also thought college would be a breeze, but even you were caught off guard your first year.
“Thinking hard over there?” A deep voice chuckled, nudging your arm. Pulled out of your trance, you blinked, and faced the sound. Choso, your coworker here at the cafe, had seen your focused expression and was not doing a very good job at hiding his smirk. Scoffing, you pushed off the counter you had been leaning against, and sent him a glare,”Yeah, imaging different jobs to apply for, so I can get away from you.”
Choso raised a brow and it wasn’t long before your faux look dropped and you giggled. He smiled,”It’s about class, isn’t it?” You shrugged with an expression mixed with unsureness and agreement,”I mean I guess, but I’m not like nervous to go back…if you get what i’m saying.”
His lips trilled,dismissing your words,”You have Professor Yaga, I would be shitting myself.” Rolling your eyes, you stared out to the rising sky, content with the almost purple ambience across the street. The first hour of the morning shift was always the best,”You’re such a baby. He’s not that bad.”
Choso walked toward his premade coffee, sipping it and watching you with unamused eyes behind the mug,”The difference is because he actually likes you.” Glancing back toward the glass front of the shop, you saw your first customer of the day walk toward the door,”No, the difference is I have the intelligence to keep up with his lectures.”
Your coworker’s jaw dropped, but he couldn’t say anything, since the customer walked in with a pleased smile. What you didn’t tell Choso was that you were slightly nervous for class, but not about the teacher. It’s just, something felt off. You knew your routine like the back of your hand and it brought you comfort, so waking up early before the sun approaches was just normal for you. However, today just didn’t sit right in your chest. Like you knew something was going to go wrong.
You liked being right, but at that moment you hoped you were entirely incorrect.
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It was a bit shocking how your boss was so lenient with your work schedule. You woke up around five, opened the shop at six with Choso or whoever was assigned to the morning, then waited till nine to leave. Your class starts thirty minutes after that, so it gives you so much down time. Walking across the campus, books held against one arm while you moved, you prayed that the nauseating feeling was just a bad muffin you snuck from the front.
One thing the movies did correct was that college was pretty packed. It seemed every second you were maneuvering around barriers of people that also seemed to have no special awareness. Still, it was just a customary thing for college, so you trudged forward. The entrance to the school was just ahead, its path covered in chiseled quotes on its stone floor, and a majestic statue of a crane ahead of the doors.
You were only halfway when your phone buzzed and after a cautious glance in front of you. Good. No people. Taking out your phone, your eyes caught onto the notification bubble, but your phone couldn’t even unlock before your side slammed into someone’s shoulder.
“Shit.” You groaned, feeling your books slip from your hold. Ah, this was what that feeling was warning me about. The problem wasn't that you had dropped your things, it was the fact the culprit didn’t have the decency to stop and help or at the least apologize. You whipped your head around, locking onto the pure white hair already strolling away from the scene. Anger flooded to your veins and before you could stop yourself, you opened your mouth.
“Thanks, Asshole.” Figuring, since he barely reacted to running into you, that he wouldn’t hear your remark. Regardless of how he picked up the sound, the guy had heard you, and you stared as he turned his head. He didn’t make a comment, but instead gave you a quick glance. Oddly enough, his eyes cut deeper than any insult could.
You hated to admit it, but his eyes were beautiful. A shade of blue that could make the sky jealous. They were enticing, but the spiteful gleam made you immediately tense up. Still, you held your ground, no matter how intimidating his look was. Before you knew it, he was already facing the front, bothered by nothing. Your teeth grinned together and picked yourself up off the floor. You’d be damned to look like a helpless fawn in front of these people.
In your heart, you told yourself to chase after him, scream and cuss, but you stayed calm. It was just another dick that believed he had some sort of untouchable god complex. It was useless to sit there and complain. After all, college is huge and you wouldn’t see that guy again.
As you walked to the front doors, your eyes remained straight forward. Paying no mind to the curious glances, you trudged forward to your first class.
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“-okay, it seems all of you are here.” Your professor started at the front of the room. Maybe it was bias, but you believed that Professor Yaga worked the hardest amongst the other teachers. You’ve had him since the beginning of your time here at college. He taught loads of subjects and you always seemed to shine throughout each,that’s why you were the so-called “favorite”.
“Today we’ll just be a go over of materials and lessons I will be teaching.” He explained, glancing back at the plain slide show he created.
Before Professor Yaga could say the first item, the doors in the back opened quickly. Everyone’s attention shifted as the commotion grew. You had to admit your curiosity got the better of you and you turned to watch who came in so late. Little did you know, you weren’t prepared for the storm about to swoop into the lecture hall.
It seemed almost fake like before you arrived the scene was choreographed. Two men waltzed in, neither of them showing guilt on their faces. The first one had very long hair; dark and it was put up in a claw clip. He gave half a smile, one that was supposed to be an apology, but his other friend did not share this gesture.
The friend raised a hand toward the professor, waving like he didn’t just interrupt him,”Hey, sorry the line at the coffee shop was super long.” You have to be kidding. Your mouth parted at the audacity, but Yaga only let out a disappointed sigh,”It's fine, just sit down.”
The room was packed but no one around you looked to be disturbed—or at the least shocked—their rude enterace. Was this common? No. Most people give a short ‘Sorry’ and skitter to their seat, but they just didn’t care. Your brow furrowed as they walked, showing no signs of picking up their speed. You scanned over there faces, making mental notes to stay away from both of them. Though, as you stared at the other male, your heart sank. Bright sapphire eyes locked onto your own and a wave of Deja vu hit you harshly.
It was the same guy who knocked into you without so much as a word. Your hand resting on the desk tensed into a fist. While in the middle of a staring contest, you expected him to throw you a cocky smirk, scoff, just something. You never guessed he would show you a look of genuine amusement. His lips turned upward and he winked at you. Did he even recognize you? You hadn’t interacted with the other guy, but he didn’t look any better.
These two were practically the stereotype for coming of age movie jock’s. Complete disdain grew in your chest as you watched them stroll down the lecture hall stairs. They dapped up their friends loudly, tossing sultry smiles toward the audience, and—ew did someone just squeal? Whoever they were, their egos shined too bright for your liking. Consider yourself uninterested.
You swiftly turned back around,but sadly the only available seats were the ones directly behind you. Their obnoxious chuckles grew slightly and you were pretty sure you heard the rude one mumble something to his friend. Whatever. Just pretend they aren’t there. It was easier said than done, since throughout the entire lesson their muffled conversation kept skimming past your ears and even as you tried paying attention, it seemed two sets of eyes were burning into the back of your skull.

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ExWidow Russian Girlfriend Problems?
One-Shot - 1775 Words Natasha/GNreader - Yelena/Kate Fluff inspired by the classic -’do you like me=we are married’- incorrect quotes
It was a quiet night at the complex, a rare moment when almost everyone had left to be with their families for the long weekend. It was Natasha's turn to hold down the fort, which, of course, meant that you both remained behind. Across the room, she was immersed in a game of pool with Yelena, her laughter and competitive spirit lighting up the space, while you lounged on the couch, lost in the details of the most recent mission reports. Meanwhile, Kate and America had finally abandoned their barstools after what felt like endless attempts to perfect their knife and glass balancing trick. You were thankful, really—the persistent clatter of knives hitting the table had started to wear on your nerves.
“Goodnight, everyone!” America called out, waving as she made her way to the elevator. You all paused to acknowledge her departure, and before diving back into your tablet, you glanced at Natasha. She caught your gaze, then winked and blew you a playful kiss. With a small smile, you mimed catching it and tucking it away in your pocket.
“Wow, that might be the cheesiest thing I've ever seen,” Kate exclaimed as she claimed a spot on the couch beside you.
“If it is, you really need to watch more movies,” you quipped, before diving back into your work. As Kate got comfortable, you noticed her eyes fixed intently on the pool match unfolding across the room. After a few moments, you set the tablet aside and turned your gaze to her.
“What’s on your mind, Bishop?”
“Oh, me? Uh, yeah, nothing, just, you know, chillin’.”
“Look, I know we haven't known each other long, but I’d like to remind you I’m not THAT much older than you,” you said playfully, smirking. “We can still be friends, even if I have to be a little bossy during training and all that.”
“Right, yeah. It’s just that I’m still getting used to being on a team with the people I used to admire on TV,” she admitted, a sheepish look crossing her face.
“Trust me; we have the same everyday problems that anyone else does. So if you’ve got something on your mind, feel free to share—like maybe now, since you’re obviously dwelling on something.”
“Okay, okay,” she sighed, swirling the last of her drink in contemplation. “I was just thinking… you two have been together for, like, a long while, right?”
“I think most people would say so, yes,” you chuckled, adjusting your position to face her more fully. “So, it’s an Ex-Widow Russian Girlfriend kinda dilemma?”
“What? No! I mean, Yelena isn’t my… ah, we aren’t… is it that obvious?”
You couldn't suppress a laugh, shaking your head. “If I had to use one word, Kate, it would be—painfully.” You watched as the blush in her face began to dim. “I know things were a bit rocky at the start, but honestly, we’ve just been waiting for you to tell us for a couple months now.”
“Oh,” she paused, taking a sip of her drink, her gaze fixated on Yelena before returning to you. She shifted closer on the couch, her voice dropping to a softer beat. “Okay, so it’s like… ugh, yes, we’re dating, right? But are we? I asked her, and she said yes, so we did that, but then we kept hanging out, and it feels like dates, but we don’t actually say it, and she’s, like, really closed off but also super flirty, depending on who’s around. I just don’t know if it’s real or just… ugh, I don’t even know!”
“Mmmm, well that sounds about right. Look, I’ve only known Yelena for a couple of years longer than you, and that’s just her vibe. But I get what you’re saying. I don’t know much about your childhood, Kate, but I think we can both agree that theirs is a whole other story, and obviously, all that comes with a lot of trauma. None of us here are free of that burden, but for them, it runs deeper. Generally speaking, that history means they aren’t used to being loved or allowing those feelings, so it can take time to break through. And our line of work doesn’t help. We are painfully aware every day of how caring for someone can lead to hurt—for both you and them. So, gradually breaking down your walls to embrace love? It’s a heck of a challenge. It took me ages to figure out how to navigate my own way through.”
Kate nodded, her understanding evident in the glint of her eyes as she absorbed your words.
“You know, it still feels so bizarre to have people seeking my dating advice. I never saw myself as that person,” you admitted.
“But you two are just so perfect together; you mesh like seamlessly,” she observed, a hint of envy lacing her tone.
“That’s sweet, but it didn’t always look like this, you know. Just like everyone else, we have our struggles. We knew each other for years before we finally got our act together. We’re certainly not perfect; we’ve had our share of ups and downs, disagreements, mess-ups, and fights. But we chose to work through them. I do get that they come off as intimidating—not sure if it’s a Russian, assassin, or spy thing, but yeah, they can be a little abrasive at times, I won’t deny that.”
You both shared a warm smile, a mutual understanding passing between you.
“Sometimes, the people who seem the most indifferent are actually the ones who care the most. It’s just their wall protecting them because they’re unsure if it’s safe to open up and allow themselves to care. Each person has their own way of navigating that. But there’s one thing I can definitely tell you specifically about those two,” you added, eyebrows raised in intrigue.
“I’ll take any insight I can get,” she said quietly, leaning in.
“They don't put on an act when they don’t have to. Unless it’s for a mission, they aren't the type to hang around to fulfill social expectations. Yelena wouldn’t spend time with you if she didn’t genuinely want to, trust me. She wouldn’t bother to invest the effort if she didn’t care.”
“I just wish she would talk to me more,” Kate lamented, her voice tinged with frustration. “Like, just tell me that.”
“Yeah, that can definitely take time, but they’re pretty direct when it matters. If you haven’t noticed, those two are not shy about telling it like it is. So… you could always just ask her.”
A loud burst of energy erupted from the pool table, and you turned to see Natasha reveling in her victory while Yelena sulked in defeat. You stood, turning back to Kate before heading over.
“Maybe you should start by just telling her how you feel and that you just want to know how she does,” you suggested nonchalantly. “Sometimes you just have to embrace the cheese.” She nodded, a shy smile crossing her lips as she joined you in moving toward the pool table.
“Hey, Natasha, quick question for you,” you called out, approaching the duo. She turned, an eyebrow cocked in curiosity. “I was just wondering—do you like me?” you asked, a teasing grin spreading on your face.
“I asked you to marry me,” she replied, rolling her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips.
“Yeah, but was that like a friend thing or a love thing?”
“You’re ridiculous,” she replied, laughter bubbling beneath her teasing tone as she shook her head.
Stepping closer into her space, you wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing your face an inch from hers. “And you secretly love it.”
“Not so secret,” she murmured, lips brushing against yours before you both melted into a gentle kiss, her arms wrapping around your neck while yours slid up her back, leaning into each other for a moment until Yelena’s voice broke through.
“Ugh, get a room!” she groaned.
You both smiled into the kiss and then pulled away just enough to meet her gaze. “But it’s so much more fun to annoy you,” you quipped.
You heard Kate let out a laugh from behind you as Yelena dramatically rolled her eyes.
Natasha slid her arms down to turn around, her back resting against your front. She laid her head onto your shoulder, planting a soft kiss on your cheek. “That’s a really good idea though,” she noted, her eyes glimmering with a mix of mischief and affection.
“So it is,” you replied, playfully giving her a gentle nudge toward the hallway. You locked hands, and Natasha quickly hip-checked Yelena as you walked by.
“You two are so gross,” Yelena complained, covering her face with her hand in mock disgust.
“Just fulfilling your request, sestra,” Natasha shot back with a wink as you reached the elevator hallway, waving goodbye. “Goodnight, ladies!”
As you waited momentarily in front of the elevator, you tuned in, listening intently. For the average person, voices would have to be raised to be heard from here, but your enhanced abilities allowed you to pick up their words with clarity.
“You have to admit, they’re pretty cute.”
“That’s my sister, Kate.”
“Yeah, but they’re usually so serious and business-like, you know? It’s refreshing to see them happy and just like real—kinda proof that you can juggle both lives.”
Good luck, kid, you thought, as the elevator door opens,
“They talking about us?”
“Oh yeah… Kate thinks we are cute and thus Yelena is a little miffed”
“Well that sounds about right”
You enter the elevator and lean against the wall, Natasha beside you, hands still entwined.
“Please tell me your sister knows how absolutely head over combat boots that woman is for her?”
“I wish I could say yes, but I feel like she may still be mostly oblivious. I still can’t get her to really admit her own feelings—stubborn as a mule.”
“Well, I guess that shouldn’t surprise me… It runs in the family after all.”
“I was the one who kissed you first, remember?”
“Oh, I do.” As the elevator doors slid open, you stepped away, your hand slipping out of hers as you walked backward, your grin playful. “But kissing isn’t quite the same as feelings,” you teased, turning to walk down the hallway.
“I’m pretty sure I can make you feel some things with my kisses,” she chimed from behind you.
She quickly caught up, wrapping her arms around your waist and placing tender kisses along your neck as you opened the door. With a gentle shove, she pushed you inside, laughter following as the door clicked shut behind you.
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✨movie night with the hidden inventory gc✨

*:・゚✧cast: gojo, geto, shoko, utahime, nanami, and haibara
✧summary: a one shot of the hidden inventory friend group’s movie night
♡a/n: i’m back!!! guys please appreciate my efforts with this one this took me several attempts to post and way longer than usual to write
ྀིwarnings: language; gojo and geto are their own warnings atp; no beta we die like suguru’s tea mug
after the discussion regarding which movie they were planning to watch that night had ended, you wrapped up whatever homework you had left before changing into more comfortable clothes and heading to shoko’s dorm a bit early to help her set up.
upon arriving, you find that utahime had the same idea as she was currently standing by the microwave waiting for a bag of popcorn to finish cooking.
shoko was at her laptop, looking perplexed, so you walked over to her to see if she needed help.
“i’ve been trying to get into our disney+ account so i can stream cars onto the tv, but it keeps saying that the password is incorrect”, she explains. “did gojo change the password again?”
“i don’t think so…did you put the question mark at the end?”
shoko paused for a moment before typing something into the password bar. sure enough, the app finally let her in.
she stared at her laptop in disbelief for a solid minute before responding.
“huh, that seemed to do it. thanks.”
you nodded, chuckling lightly, before walking over to utahime, who was microwaving what appeared to be the fifth bag of popcorn.
“damn, do we really need that much popcorn?”, you asked.
“if it were just us girls i would’ve stopped at three or four. but there’s going to be seven of us, and you know how gojo is with snacks”, she responded.
“good point.”
the two of you continued to chat for a bit, shoko joining in once she finished setting up the movie.
eventually, the boys finally showed up with a couple snacks as well as a few bottles of soda, which they set on the counter.
“alright, that’s everyone. shall we start the movie?”, shoko asked.
everyone agreed, grabbing a couple snacks and drinks before settling themselves on either the couch or the floor in front of the tv as shoko presses play on the remote to behind the movie.
as the movie played on, the room was filled with all sorts of chaos. for starters, gojo would not stop quoting lines from the movie, which, while slightly annoying, was tolerable. eventually haibara joined in for a bit, seeing as he’d watched that movie at least a hundred times.
it eventually got tiring though, especially once gojo started quoting lines from completely different movies, and so geto ended up lightly tapping him on the shoulder to get him to stop.
speaking of those two, once gojo’s focus had shifted to his boyfriend, the two of them were practically glued to each other with how close they were. this didn’t exactly surprise you, since gojo is the king of being clingy, especially around geto, and the latter of the two never minded it despite not being super clingy himself.
“alright, you two need to either get a room or stop making out on my floor, because some of us are trying to watch the god damn movie”, shoko complained after about ten minutes of their behavior.
“i mean i’m not opposed to- ow!”
whatever gojo was planning to say next was cut off by you smacking him from the couch.
“making out during a disney movie is crazy, you two”, you stated.
“fair point”, geto responded, lightly shoving gojo off his lap, to the latter’s dismay.
nonetheless, the two of them settled down after a while, so your attention shifted back to the movie.
about halfway through, you started feeling tired, which made sense seeing as it was getting kind of late and you’d had a pretty long day. all the same, you did your best to stay awake, as things in the movie were starting to get real interesting.
you reached into one of the popcorn bowls to grab a few pieces to keep yourself awake. in doing so, your hand brushed against another hand, causing you to pause.
you glanced at nanami, who had reached into the popcorn bowl at the same time you did. the two of you sat there for a moment, neither one lifting your hands from the bowl.
after what seemed like a couple minutes, you finally lifted your hand out of the bowl, a few pieces in your hand.
“looks like we had the same idea”, you remarked with a laugh, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth.
“looks like it”, nanami responded, a small smile forming on his face as he too grabbed a few pieces of popcorn.
you heard a cough, so you turned to see utahime staring at the two of you, a knowing smile on her face. you stared back at her, hinting for her to back off.
eventually, towards the end of the movie, you were getting more and more tired, to the point where even popcorn wasn’t enough to keep you awake. the last thing you remember before dozing off was the start of the final race.
you woke up slowly to someone gently shaking you awake.
“hey guys, time to wake up, movie just ended”, haibara stated.
you took a glimpse of your surroundings, noticing that the nearly-empty bowl of popcorn had now toppled onto the floor, spilling a few kernels. you then noticed that you’d fallen asleep leaning against nanami, who in turn had fallen asleep against the armrest of the couch.
haibara was standing in front of the two of you, currently trying to wake up nanami, who was still sound asleep against the armrest. you sat up quickly, hoping that he hadn’t noticed you dozing off on him, but you figured he must’ve since the second you got up was when he finally woke up, slightly dazed and tense as he glanced around the room, presumably to find where you’d gone.
once he noticed you sitting next to him, he let out a sigh of relief, looking more relaxed.
“you okay, man?”, haibara asked, looking slightly confused.
nanami turned to face the brown-haired boy, looking as if he’d just noticed his presence.
“oh, sorry…i’m fine, just…it’s nothing.”
you and haibara looked at him suspiciously, feeling that it wasn’t just “nothing”, but didn’t pry.
“i’m fine, you two. seriously.”
you opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, you heard shoko calling for the three of you.
“hey! are you two sleepyhead lovers and hai going to help me clean up or what?”
“the WHAT?”, you exclaimed, looking at shoko with an mixed expression of shock and confusion all at once. meanwhile, haibara was looking like he was trying not to laugh while nanami was awkwardly looking around the room, trying to avoid eye contact, a twinge of pink starting to show on his face.
“nothing! don’t worry about it, now come help us clean up!”
you signed, knowing you weren’t going to get a legitimate answer from her, at least not right now, so you got up from the couch and started cleaning up, the other two boys following suit.
but as you were clearing up the kitchen, you couldn’t help but think about what shoko said.
lovers?, you thought to yourself. but how could that be? we’re just friends, after all…
but then you started to look more into it, moments of the night playing through your mind. the small smile he gave you when your hand brushed against his earlier, the way neither of you pulled away immediately, his slight blush at shoko’s jab at the two of you, the way he rose up from his sleep the second he no longer felt your presence, all of it.
the more and more you thought about it, the more and more you realized that perhaps the other girls had a point.
“you okay?”
you snapped back into reality as you turned to face nanami, who was looking at you with concern.
“yeah, i’m fine, just…tired”, you tell him, giving him a reassuring smile.
you weren’t entirely sure if nanami believed you, but he didn’t show it if he didn’t.
“i see. anyway, the others are planning to crash here for the night. the cleaning’s pretty much done if you wanted to head to bed.”
sleep did sound pretty nice right then and there, so you nodded.
“yeah, that might be a good idea, it is pretty late…”
the two of you headed back to the living room space. nanami returned to his spot on shoko’s couch, leaning against the armrest, while you sat next to him and tried to fall asleep sitting upwards, not wanting to invade his personal space nor accidentally wake up haibara, who had taken up the other side of the couch.
“there’s no way that’s comfortable”, nanami remarked as he noticed your attempts.
“sorry, didn’t want to intrude or anything”, you replied.
“i didn’t mind the first time, why would i mind now?”, he asked. “make yourself comfortable. i promise i don’t mind.”
with that, you hesitantly went back to leaning against nanami, finding him a lot more comfortable than trying to sleep sitting up.
before long, you were finally starting to fall asleep. you felt an arm gently wrap itself around you, and while you certainly didn’t expect it, you didn’t try to pull away, nor did you feel uncomfortable. instead, you felt at ease, like this was natural, almost.
by the time sleep came to take you away for the night, you were pretty certain that nanami had some sort of feelings for you.
hell, at this point, you were starting to think that you did, too.

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The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes
Star: This B needs a C in her A.
Michael: Oh, my God.
Star: ...This babe needs a coconut in her arms.
Michael: Oh! I thought you were saying this b*tch needs a C*ck in her *ss.
Star: OH MY GOD?
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(Marko is teasing Laddie)
Paul, snatching him away: Hey, don't you dare touch Paul Junior.
Marko: (gasps)
Paul: That's right. It's your baby!
Marko, with fake outrage: Are you sayin' I knocked you up?
Laddie, just happy that his brothers are paying attention to him: 😇
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Dwayne, holding Laddie: I'm sort of a natural mother.
Marko, very high: Yeah- natural mother-fucker!!
Dwayne: 😐
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Star: Quick, you're losing a lot of blood! What's your type?
Michael: Men or women?
Star: Your blood type, Michael.
Michael: Oh! Red.
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(David, after following Star down a dark alley.)
David: I'm not a rapist; I'm just a vampire.
Star: Okay, then name one vampire rule.
David: Suck blood?
Star: That's on me. I set the bar too low.
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Marko: Please, whatever your new idea is, I just don't wanna get staked again.
Michael: Ugh, Marko, you got revived suck it up.
Marko: Isn't this supposed to be an apology?
Michael: You're right.
Michael, turning to Sam: You know, I impaled my boyfriend on some antlers two years ago and it comes up way less than this.
Sam: WAY less.
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Paul: Star is just upset because the historically entrenched patriarchy has created a culture of victim-shaming that suppresses any power shift in our masculo-phallic system.
Star: Huh?
Paul: I got bored last night so I watched a documentary in the video store about feminism.
Star: You're my best friend.
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Azris Week 2024 Prompts & Rules
We are delighted to announce the prompts for Azris Week 2024! Each prompt is accompanied by a few suggestions to help spark creativity. Don't feel obligated to follow the suggestions. We intentionally kept the prompts very open to interpretation this year and can't wait to see where the inspiration leads.
Day 1: Contrasts
The chilled darkness of the night, the warming glow of a fire's light. One spends his life pulling strings behind the curtain, and the other is center stage dancing to several tunes beyond his own. Born to privilege, born to poverty. One's family found, the other's fractured. "Contrasts" is a broad theme, how will you explore it?
Day 2: Familiars
Take it to mean the noun—hounds, shadows, horses, other pets, maybe sentient little flames, companions, friends, family, etc—or expand your interpretation to the adjective and see where it takes you.
Day 3: Contact
How do the heir of Autumn and the Shadowsinger communicate? Through letters or texts, maybe, or through heavy gazes and the brush of fingers on exposed skin. Have they always spoken with each other this way?
Day 4: Free Day
This is self-explanatory.
Day 5: Slice of Life
So much of this enemies-to-lovers ship is full of strife, pain, and betrayal. But what about the quiet moments? Whether in the midst of chaos or with lower stakes, how have they learned to love each other?
Day 6: Changes
What changes? What remains the same? Change for the individual, change for the pair. Think of shifting opinions, a changing world, personal growth, and developing relationships. One of the reasons we ship Azris is our love for their dynamic. How dynamic can they be?
Day 7: Solstice & Equinox
Autumn Equinox, the shift in seasons from light to darkness, a time of harvest and plenty. Winter Solstice, the longest night, the turning point. One can predict that the Autumn Equinox in the Autumn Court is as grand of a celebration as the Winter Solstice in Night. We're closing out the week with a hearty dose of holiday spirit.
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Silly little Springtrap x Reader scene
I don't actually have a story plot or anything coherent, but I made a little idea because I thought it'd be funny. Was fully focused in the start and then kept getting pulled away to do things and make adult decisions for the second half, so there is a clear deterioration in pacing, but I hope you find this as hilarious to read as I did to write.
Shoutout to @incorrect-fnaf-quotes for entertaining my goofy idea of five nights at flamethrowers shenanigans and inspiring me to make a little thing of my own.
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“Low fat or low sodium? What do you think?” Holding up two different packages of crackers, you deliberated heavily over the merits of each and their applications for going alongside cheese enjoyment while a lumbering shell of what once was a man and an animatronic and was now fully neither fixed his irked gaze on you.
“If you don’t hurry it along and make a choice, I’m going to kill you.” His voice box snapped and popped like a drive through restaurant’s low budget speaker. It wasn’t the comfortable crackling of a campfire that you were used to it sounding like when he was relaxed, but important decisions were being made here!
“If you were going to do that you already would have. Now which- oh is that a seasonal rosemary infused flavor? What about that one?” There were, of course, low sodium and low fat varieties of this flavor as well, but also a third regular option. That wasn’t something that the plain flavor had an option for...
“I cannot eat, and if you would prefer a more tangible threat, I will personally find every article of clothing you own and put each of them under a running faucet!” The lights above flickered and dimmed a bit, only coming back to full brightness when he took a moment to center himself as he had learned. Those therapeutic skills videos on youtube finally seemed to be coming in handy.
A woman of perhaps middle age came strolling her cart down the aisle, an air of entitlement to her movements as a scrawny man of similar age but opposite body language trailed behind. Her eyes snapped up to the irrate rabbit man, his large mechanical body blocking most of the path, and something seemed to shift into place in the lines on her botox stiffened face as the cart rolled forward.
“Fucking furries thinking they own the world. Take a shower freak!” Ramming the cart into Springtrap, little did she know, that was the final straw. The large tube shaped light bulbs directly above him burst, sparking violently as glass showered down on the four of you in the aisle. The man behind her let out a shriek of raw panic and probably also some mixture of that and poorly medicated anxiety.
After the shards had fallen and you lowered your arms from the defensive position they had automatically raised to, noting that the other shoppers of the immediate area had fled. That only left you, a cart full of glass coated goods, and one Springtrap that had been pushed beyond his patience. “We should probably go home…” Taking him by the paw, you led him out to your car, got him into the passenger seat despite his slight unresponsiveness, and began the process of walking over to your seat, opening the door, noting the lunatic running towards you with something strapped to his back, buckling your seat- wait. Was that an old man sprinting at you with a flamethrower?
“AFTON YOU BASTARD I’VE FINALLY FOUND YOU!”
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in one of xanthus' episodes, there was a mention of 'what if love was in a relationship already, when he found them'. could u perhaps write something along those lines?
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Unspoken Desires
Xanthus Claiborne x Love
Xanthus had been watching you for weeks. From the shadows, he observed the way you moved through your daily life, the way your smile lit up even the most mundane moments. It was intoxicating to him in a way that went beyond blood.
But there was one complication: you weren’t alone.
He’d first noticed the other figure—a partner, clearly—when they’d wrapped an arm around your shoulders on your walk home one evening. Xanthus had clenched his fists at the sight, a sharp, irrational pang coursing through him. It wasn’t jealousy. Not yet. It couldn’t be. But it was enough to make him hesitate for the first time in centuries.
Even now, as he watched you through the large café window, your laugh carried on the air like a melody only he could hear. Your partner sat across from you, their hand casually resting over yours on the table. Xanthus’s sharp gaze flicked to the touch, a flicker of distaste crossing his features before he banished it.
You deserved happiness, didn’t you?
But there was something about the dynamic that unsettled him. He saw the way your smile faltered when they leaned in too close, how you’d shift in your seat ever so slightly when their voice grew sharp. It wasn’t anything overt, but to someone as attuned to emotions as Xanthus, it was clear: the relationship wasn’t as perfect as it seemed.
Still, it wasn’t his place to interfere. Not yet.
Later that night, as you walked home alone—a rarity he didn’t question—he stepped out from the shadows. You paused mid-step, startled by his sudden appearance.
“Sorry to intrude,” he said smoothly, his crimson eyes locking with yours. “You seemed… troubled.”
Your surprise softened into curiosity. “I didn’t think anyone noticed.”
Xanthus tilted his head slightly, the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I notice everything about you.”
You blinked, unsure how to respond to the intensity of his words. But there was something oddly comforting about his presence, something that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t in a long time.
“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer before he stepped back, retreating into the shadows. “Be careful, Love. The world is far darker than it seems.”
And as you walked away, your mind swirling with questions about the enigmatic man, Xanthus knew he couldn’t stay away for long. The line between protecting you and wanting you was already beginning to blur.
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