#it was just so full of beautiful compliments that i am for once speechless

[hislittleraincloud]

I think you are a terribly antagonistic individual that feeds on deriding the worst of a group because of their loudest outliers. I also think you are right more often than you’re not, and that, despite your acrid superiority, you actively provide the opportunity for meaningful discourse in the fandom.

Your writing (fic and otherwise) is excellent. So are many of your points. When all the vitriol is peeled away, the themes are apparent. Write whatever you want. Be a fan, but be sane about it. We’re all freaks down here, just be respectful freaks.

Then you deliver those themes in the spikiest packaging possible. Perfectly hand-picked wording to prod, annoy, and incite. You’re like an abusive teacher, all worldly knowledge with the bedside manner of an old plastic bucket.

Warning! Children can fall into bucket and drown. Cuidado! los niños pueden cadres en el balde y ahogarse.

Are you theatrically mean and intentionally cruel? Do you unnecessarily antagonize with equal immaturity? Is there the blood of trolls lurking within your lineage? Even if true, that’s all fine. Wednesday isn’t very different, and we’re all fans of her.

Stay true to you, you mean motherfucker.

Oh, and don’t forget your 5-HTP, remember that citric acid is detrimental to the effects, and give BT’s album These Hopeful Machines a try next time.

[raptorsaurusmelain]

Let me show you... Youtube - chapter 23

I think I want to post it on AO3, is this a good idea ?

Warning : no proof reading, English is not my mother tongue.

Trigger warning : once sentence speak about unaliving themselves.

If you are interested in reading this fic, the tag "#twst lmsyy" will give you all the chapters.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The woman didn’t understand the sentence really well. She turned her head. No one. [Strange… I was sure someone was there.]

Victoria looked at Crewel with her eyes full of questions. “Did you speak to me ?”

Crewel patted her head. “No. Hearing voices ?”

Victoria frowned. “... Maybe.”

Like magic, she received a text. about the painting. She smiled “I am sorry, I gotta go. Thank you for spending all this time with me.”

The man coveted her. He feathered the back of her hand with his mouth. “No big deals, it was wonderful to spend all this time with such a beautiful woman.”

Victoria reddened. “Thank you for the compliment… Goodbye.”

She flew to the art room. She was panting by the time she arrived. “I am here for the painting !”

A teenage boy greeted her. “Hello, I am the painter ! Nice to meet you.”

Victoria looked at him from head to toe. He seemed near a good burn out. They had the same dark circles and pasty white complexion, indicating the unhealthy lifestyle they lived. They even had the same fake smile plastered on their face. Damn it was like looking at a gender bending mirror.

The boy spoke first “Mh, about the canvas… Do you really want to buy it ? It is a depressing one… Ladies normally prefer bright paintings with flowers and cute animals on them…”

Victoria nodded. “No, I want this one. It is really a melting pot of raw emotions, I like it. It reminds me of myself.”

He seemed troubled. “Oh… Ok… Then for the price..”

They discussed the price. Once she gave him the money -after insisting to pay him rightfully- she asked. “This painting feels like something you already experienced. Is it you ? Or someone you know ?”

The boy had a faint smile. “I am the one in this painting…”

Victoria felt tears coming out. “You know… If you have help, everything will get better. I know it for sure.”

The poor teenager squeezed her hand before she went away. “Thank you..”

She turned around with her new addition when she heard a faint whisper. “Whore.”

She turned her head as fast as a human could to see who was speaking. No one again. [I don’t like this at all.]

When she was in the corridor she was stopped by a voice she knew. “Mrs Devi ? What are you doing here ? You should be watching the games.”

She smiled facing the man. “I could tell you the same professor Trein.”

He coughed. “I was merely patrolling inside the school.”

The cat in his arms meowed. He added/ “What do you have here ? A painting ?”

She nodded and showed him. “Indeed ! A fellow student made it. I think he has a lot of talent, the emotions are so raw. I love it.”

Lucius seemed intrigued by the canvas. He sniffed it. Trein frowned. “It is… an unusual taste in painting.”

Victoria shrugged. “Well you need a little bit of everything to make a world… I don’t critique people’s taste in food, don’t critique my taste in paint.”

The duo was stunned by her comeback. “I am not criticizing your taste, I just find it original.”

Victoria, deadpan, looked at him. “‘Original’ often means ugly. Like when we say that a hat is ‘original’ when it is just plain old ugly. In short, I have a painting and I am going to hang it, if you excuse me. Humpf!”

Trein was left speechless. Lucius meowed. Trein asked the cat. “What do you mean I screw things up ?”

Victoria came back quickly to the dorm to hang her painting in her bedroom -after watching a quick tutorial on how to hang a frame on old wood wall-. No one had good taste in paintings here. She could spend hours looking at it without getting tired of it.

She heard noises then a good “Victoria we are hoooome.”

The woman welcomed the duo. “Hello dearies ! How were the games ? I filmed your game of course !”

Yuu became shy while Grim boasted confidence. “Nya ha ha !!! We were awesome, no ?”

Victoria applauded, smiling. “Of course ! Everyone has witnessed the great Grim in action !”

Grim continued to laugh. This time it was Yuu’s time to speak. “You… Aren't you going to ask us about what happened before the match ?”

Victoria looked at the Child and asked. “Do you want to speak about it ?”

Tears filled Yuu’s eyes. The woman guided the Child to the sofa and Grim said. “You are a cry baby, subordinate !”

Victoria clicked her tongue. “Shh Grim if you want tuna later.”

Grim shut his trap and Yuu began to speak. The fear they had when Ruggie was hurt, the disaster it was to escape the attacks,... They had a lot to unpack, like last time.

She let them cry all they needed. It was to a point they fell asleep on the couch. Victoria covered them with a duvet before preparing dinner. She made tuna mayo onigiri for everyone and left a plate covered with cellophane on the table. She wrote ‘For Yuu <3’ in her best penmanship.

She was in a dire need of sleep.

Tag : @boba-tea-fish @hipsterteller

[lemonflavouredspatula]

I AM LITERALLY IN TEARS WHAT IS HAPPENING

(really struggling to come up with an eloquent response to this that isn't just a visual representation of me screaming)

someone reading something i've written ONCE is like the biggest compliment but you've gone back and read it again??? more than once??? and know which bits are going to make you cry i'm??? actually losing my mind that you've taken the time to analyse the bits you love about a fic i wrote????????

i'm actually speechless i don't know what to say, honestly i've been reading this over and over for like 2 hours at this point because i honestly cannot believe this is real

"thank you for making the best fic i have ever read" I'M???? like i stayed up till god knows what hour in the morning writing it, i posted it without properly betaing it, i go back and read it now and there are things i would change and yet here you are bestowing the crown of all crowns upon it. i genuinely don't know how to convey just how much this means, like you've taken a chunk of time out of your day to not only re read a fic you'd already read but to then come here and give a full analysis of why you like it?? like that's insane

i still can't believe you go back and re read it, like i genuinely can't believe you liked it so much that you go back and read it again and again even though it is not a happy read, like i put them and us through a lot of pain and yet you like it so much you voluntarily go back and read it??? sorry i know i'm rambling but AHHHHHHHHH

i'm just a funky lil gal who is overly obsessed with her favs and writes for fun, to hear someone saying they liked those little ramblings means the world in and of itself, but to have someone explain why, and then precisely which bits made them feel things is just, i don't know how to describe the utter joy within my heart right now

THANK YOU for taking the time out of your day to comment on this fic in such a beautiful and heartfelt way, i know i've said it a million times at this point but it genuinely means the world to know that the things i write for fun are actually out there being enjoyed (or cried at...) and that someone out there likes it enough to tell the world why

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghosts (TV 2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: The Captain/Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019) Characters: The Captain (Ghosts TV 2019), Lieutenant Havers (Ghosts TV 2019), Button House Ghosts (Ghosts TV 2019), Alison (Ghosts TV 2019) Additional Tags: cap’s an old romantic at heart, he just needs someone to give that love to, luckily havers is here, Lieutenant Havers’s Name is William (Ghosts TV 2019), the first half of this is really cute, the second half is…not, I’m so sorry, probably inaccurate depictions of war and medical conditions, if it’s any consolation i made myself cry too Summary:

Havers returned after the war, the Captain was waiting.

[toriwakes]

Pumpkin [Spencer Reid x Reader]

summary: spencer eats all the candy you bought for the house

content warnings: fluff :D

a/n: guys thank you so much for all the love on my last story, i can’t even begin to express how happy i am. thank you thank you thank you!!!

moving in with spencer was a big step in your relationship.

you were absolutely ecstatic. you guys got a new place so you could make it equally yours- meaning you got to decorate as much as you wanted. hence the fall season, you were bringing home lots of ceramic pumpkins, pumpkin scented candles, and these peculiar pumpkin candies that peaked spencer’s interest.

“what are these?” he says, picking one up and inspecting it. “it’s like candy corn, but in pumpkin shape.” you said, lighting a candle. spencer popped one in his mouth and you saw his eyes widen- big. you cocked your head as he chewed slowly, like this was the best thing he’d ever eaten. “do you…like it?” you questioned as he reached for another one. “i do,” he started, immediately placing it back down and shoving them towards you. “but i shouldn’t. these are the equivalent to eating 15 spoons of sugar and i should not find them enjoyable.” he almost lectured himself, shuffling off as though he needed to reflect on his epiphany. you placed the remaining candies in a bowl while laughing to yourself.

that night, you felt spencer’s weight leave the bed. you figured he was going to use the bathroom- but you didn’t hear the light turn on. a few minutes passed and you started to worry about his whereabouts. you lifted from the bed slowly and tiptoed out the bedroom, following spencer’s presence.

you couldn’t say you were shocked at the sight. there spencer was, chowing down on the pumpkin candies with no issue. the moonlight glistened on his face and highlighted the orange dye that was beginning to stain his lips. “spence…” you made yourself known as he jumped from the sudden noise. “(y/n)? why are you up?” he asked. you shook your head. “i could ask you the same thing. and do you one better- why are you eating candy at 1am?” he rendered speechless as he stood still while you took the bowl from his hands and placed it in the cupboard. you grabbed his hand and dragged him back to bed, your silence enough of a lecture for him.

the next morning, you were preparing some coffee for spencer as he got dressed for work. you put half of the amount of sugar you tell him you do, because you know he’ll just put in more once he gets to work. you smile to yourself, closing the cup and heading to the pantry to get the extra candies left over to refill the bowl.

it was empty.

empty? that can’t be right, spencer didn’t even know those were in there. as if on cue, spencer appeared in the kitchen. “do you have something you wanna tell me?” you said, leaning on the counter with the empty bag in your had. his eyes flickered between you and the bag, and he chose his next words very carefully.

you are single-handedly the most beautiful and intelligent person i know and it’s a miracle i get to be your boyfriend?” he says, letting go of the tie he hasn’t finished tying. you approached him, finishing it for him. “if you think showering me with compliments is gonna get me to let up-“ you give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “you’re very right.” he smiles at you and gives you a kiss full of love and you send him off to work, making a mental note to buy more of the candies.

[fabricated-misslieness]

pairing: arataki itto x introverted gn reader

req: no | wc: 430 | Modern AU

summary: You never really get a quiet moment with Itto, apart from this one time you didn’t quite mean to cause.

a/n: inspired by bruno major - nothing. The one lyric from it which I use doesn’t do well on its own without the rhythm of the song, but I’m not experienced in writing songfics, so I’ll just leave it like this.

- I’ve matched that one lyric with my reading speed, so that when it appears on the fic, it should also appear on the song. People have different reading speeds, though, so it’s not going to be perfect.

- also for the future arataki mains to read while waiting!

Quiet moments were rare with Itto.

He was always chatting away about this and that passion of his. It was cute, really. You were glad to be a listener, since carrying conversations tended to be difficult for someone like you.

His rowdiness tended to bring many a troublesome situation. Whether it was being called out specifically to be silent or his bluntness in asking people for competitions, each moment was quite entertaining.

This was a given with Itto, and well, you were never bored.

Not even with movies taking his full focus would he stop mumbling.

Itto wasn’t the brightest of folk. Sometimes, data went through one of his ears and then out the other; and sometimes, his mind wasn’t enough to process information. “What did she just say? “Why greatness? Why is goodness not enough?” Argh, what’s up with the fancy talk?”

And even when the scenery was enough to silence most folk, for its beauty and briskness was enough to take one’s breath away, he did not seem to take note of it.

Just like always, he was chatting away mindlessly. Though he may have already talked to you about most of his hobbies, he didn’t seem to notice. “I mean, they should be an olympic sport! The competitors have like, 10 minutes! 10 minutes to find a random beetle from a random area and then, after that, they take them to a ring and…”

“Have I told you lately “I’m grateful you’re mine” ?”

Itto stops in his rambling, which was certainly a relief for the cafe patrons around you. For once, you’ve got him speechless, although not intentionally. In truth, you meant to say that in your mind. “Could you…” He gulps, “could you say that again?”

You chuckle at how flustered he seems to be, “I’m grateful you’re mine.”

A noticeable blush spreads upon his cheeks. This wasn’t the most uncommon of things, but it was certainly cherished. “You alright, sweetheart?” You teasingly ask.

“I-” He clears his throat, “I am.”

He doesn’t continue talking, at the very least, not yet. He glances out the window and catches the sight of the sunset. “...mighty beautiful, no?”

“Typically, yes. But now? I’d say you’re prettier.”

“Archons…” Itto sighs, “You’re not going to let this down, are you?” He was often not the one being complimented, trying to find compliments usually resulted in a perpetually thinking mind for you, so he wasn’t quite used to it.

“No. I’d wager that’s okay, though?” Though there was nothing to wager. You were sure of it.

“Yes.. it’s perfectly fine.”

[dudeandduchess]

"I'm so in love with him/her, I don't know what to do" for Giyuu maybe pretty please with Kyo sprinkles on top. Because two emotionally constipated idiots would definitely flounder 😂

Here you go, Biz! Also, big yes to the Kyō sprinkles 😛🤤

***

Giyuu x F!S/O: Moonlit Confessions (Fluff, Modern AU, SFW Scenario)

Note: This will be a little self-indulgent. But I’ll leave the name spaces as (Y/n) and (K/w) for Kyō’s wife’s name.

“How am I even supposed to tell him that?” (Y/n)’s voice was loud with disbelief and a twinge of panic, knowing full well that a few people had already turned their heads to look right at her. Still, she couldn’t care less about what they thought— and even garnered even more stares when she looped an arm through her best friend’s own.

The materials of their kimonos clashed beautifully; a silky burgundy against an equally beautiful hue of blue— which (Y/n) had worn just to get the chance to earn a compliment from her lover.

It wasn’t that her lover— the usually stoic Water Hashira, Tomioka Giyuu— didn’t like her; but his lack of compliments only stemmed from his tendency to always get flustered when he was with her.

And to make things worse for their situation, (Y/n) pretty much simmered down to the same flustered and stuttering reaction whenever he was near. Especially when she caught a glimpse of those pretty blue eyes of his.

Their friends— the Flame Hashira, Kyōjurō, and his wife (K/w)— didn’t even know just how they managed to go on dates when they couldn’t even go without acting like lovesick teenagers in front of the other.

And that was how Giyuu and (Y/n) had found themselves walking with their respective confidantes, before they were set to meet for the festival. Albeit, it was Kyōjurō’s idea to invite Giyuu on a walk before they met up with their respective lovers.

On (Y/n)’s side, she was so busy panicking about her impending confession that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. Not even (K/w) buying snacks for her had worked, as she only took a small bite before pushing it onto the other woman.

“I can’t just tell him that I love him. He might not return my feelings!”

At that, (K/w) shook her head, before leaning in and flicking her best friend’s forehead. “Kyōjurō tells me that Tomioka-san loves you a lot. And that Kyō saw him smiling when he overheard Kyō telling that story of when you two went out on a date with us.”

“It’s your husband, he could have been making that up to get a kiss from you.”

Instead of getting offended, however, (K/w) only shrugged before smiling right at (Y/n). “Kyōjurō was right when he said that Tomioka-san was going to ask you out for tea, after he met you at our wedding.”

“That was one time, (K/w)!”

The Flame Hashira’s wife merely quirked an eyebrow at that, before changing the topic. “So, where are you and Tomioka-san going later tonight? Seeing the sights? Eating at the stalls? Maybe… kissing behind the abandoned shrine?”

“Gods no. We aren’t you and your walking libido of a husband,” (Y/n) snarked back, which only served to make her snort at the new unsavory name that she could call the Flame Hashira. After all, she had earned the right to tease (bully) him after he had married her best friend. “We’re just going for a walk and then watching the fireworks, and then we’re going home.”

“How boring,” (K/w) teased good naturedly, before turning her gaze straight ahead and subtly making a beeline towards the head of blond and red hair that she saw. “Let’s go by that takoyaki stand, I have to get Kyōjurō some. He’ll be hungry later.”

“You love him too much.”

“Just like how you love Tomioka-san?”

“I don-… shut up.”

***

Meanwhile on Giyuu’s side of things: he was barely reigning in the urge to knock Rengoku out and make a run for it. He was fed up with consistently being badgered by the other man, especially when it concerned his relationship with (Y/n).

“Do you like her? Or do you love her? I’m asking for a friend.” The Flame Hashira had to know, or else his wife would be upset with him. And he didn’t want that, at all. Happy wife, happy life— that was his belief.

That and if he came back empty-handed, then she wouldn’t make that dessert she’d made that he really loved. He didn’t even know what it was, so he couldn’t very well ask Senjurō to make it.

So, pestering Giyuu it was.

“That’s private.” The Water Hashira answered flatly, before picking up his pace— only to groan audibly when Rengoku had easily managed to catch up to him.

“Just tell me, Tomioka! We’re practically best friends since (Y/n)-chan’s my wife’s best friend. Best friends in law!”

Giyuu didn’t know which pit of hell Rengoku had gotten that idea from, but he bit his tongue to keep himself from saying anything mean to his fellow Hashira. It hadn’t ended very well, what with the blond only getting more annoying.

“Tomioka, tell me!” Then came the worst thing Giyuu could think of: physical touch. Rengoku began poking his arm, with every chorus of ‘tell me’.

Even while he walked, the other Hashira kept up with his pace— even if he had already dashed ahead.

He didn’t even know where he was going anymore, just that he was extremely annoyed at his company. He could have been with (Y/n) already, but Rengoku had asked for his help on buying his wife a present.

Now that Giyuu thought about it, the most he had done earlier was look at the lavish pair of earrings that the Flame Hashira had dropped a serious amount of money on.

It was only then that he figured that he was being toyed with. And he was pissed. His time had been completely wasted— when he could have been with (Y/n) earlier.

“Tell me, Tomioka!” Kyōjurō piped out once more, before going to poke the other Hashira’s arm once more.

However, before the blond’s finger even made contact with Giyuu’s haori, his hand was immediately slapped away. “I’m in love with her! I’m so in love with her, and I don’t know what to do, Rengoku! Does that satisfy you!?”

Red-tinted irises widened a fraction of an inch for a second, before they darted over to a spot behind Giyuu. And the latter didn’t even need to look to know who was there, as Rengoku looked like that he was the cat that got the cream— a lovestruck cat at that.

“There’s my gorgeous wife! Come here and hug me, my love!” Kyōjurō had almost all but forgotten Giyuu in front of him, as he stepped around the other man so he could open his arms for his wife.

(K/w) didn’t fail him, catching on to what he wanted to happen, and dragging a reluctant (Y/n) closer to a speechless Giyuu. Not even digging her heels into the ground kept (Y/n) anchored in place— and she could only watch in wide-eyed horror with her heart pounding so hard in her chest, as Giyuu got closer and closer to her.

Until she was standing right in front of him, with (K/w) and Kyōjurō slowly inching away from them while entangled in their hug.

“We have to… uh… start kissing behind that shrine!” Came the Flame Hashira’s excuse for leaving, which had his wife slapping his arm before biting her bottom lip to keep herself from bursting out in laughter.

Both (Y/n) and Giyuu didn’t even know how much time had passed with them standing on a relatively unpopulated part of the path, not even having the courage to look up at each other and reveal just how red both of their cheeks were.

And it was so filled with a tense silence that even Giyuu couldn’t take it. He had faced countless demons before, yet none of those compared to confessing his love for the one person in his life whom had made him happy.

The one person whom had made him forget all of the painful things in his past, and erased all of his fears for the future.

(Y/n) was so special to him that he couldn’t even begin to describe how much his feelings amounted to; all that he knew was that she was everything he could ever want in life— and all he saw was him and her growing old together in the future.

He was sure that he wanted to be her everything, just as he was sure that she deserved more than a shy and borderline cowardly confession.

So, after taking a deep breath, he finally looked up at her without the commotion that the Rengokus brought with them; only to feel his heart leap up to his throat at how breathtakingly beautiful she looked in her kimono— which was the same shade as his eyes.

Giyuu couldn’t help but want to melt on the spot, yet he fought the stiffness in his legs and began to close the distance between them. Until he was standing right in front of her, with his hands gingerly reaching out and wrapping around her own.

And he was glad that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous, because he felt just how cold and shaky (Y/n)’s hands were.

Slowly, he began to caress her knuckles with the pads of his thumbs— all in an effort to get some warmth into those clammy hands of hers.

However, just when he thought that he had fully taken her ethereal beauty in, the moment she looked straight at him took his breath away; since those eyes of hers looked positively beautiful, especially with the way that the moonlight reflected off of them.

“I love you… anata.”

[transias]

hey!! how u doing? so I am not over Neil Perry yet.... could you write some hc or an imagine where Neil dates an artist!reader?

A/N: Honestly… same. But here ya go! I tried my best since i’m not much of an artist myself but I hope you can enjoy <3

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- You’re new to Welton and so far, you haven’t fully come out of your shell. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just a bit nervous!

- And apart from that, it’s only the first day of school and you’re already stressed. Drawing on your sketchbook is the only way to relieve some stress.

- During English, you decide it’d be awesome to draw Mr. Keating as a captain of a pirate ship, the studenrs as pirates all following his orders.

- Class ends and Neil bumps into you. He apologizes profusely but you tell him everything is fine.

- So your books end up all mixed up and he takes your sketchbook.

- You soon realize it was missing when you needed a small break from reality. So you search for it all around the school.

- Neil, who is in his dorm, sees a book he’s never seen before. So he opens it to find all your beautiful artworks and is amazed.

- You finally realize that Neil must’ve taken it on accident, so you sprint up to his door and there he is.

- He gives it back to you and compliments you so much, expressing how much he loves the artwork.

- Then, Neil has the idea to ask you to draw him, if you were okay with it of course. But you say yes!

- The next afternoon, you’re both talking to each other while you draw him.

- You felt like you’ve actually made a friend and you’re captivated by his beauty.

- You draw Neil as some sort of cherubic light and once he sees it, he’s absolutely in love with it (and maybe you.)

- You let him keep the drawing and as a thank you he kisses your cheek.

- The next few hours you’re left thinking about him in that damn kiss. Before bedtime, you hear a knock on your door and Neil is standing there.

- “Listen, (y/n). I know we just met but… can I take you out on a date, please?”

- You’re left there speechless, only a smile forming on your lips until you’re finally able to spit out the words, “I would love that.”

- So for your first date, Neil and you go out on a picnic, it’s one of the best days of your life.

- Soon, the both of you start dating!

- Neil becomes your muse, your inspiration. Your sketchbook is full with drawings of him.

- He’s always bragging to his friends about how good his significant other draws and how talented they are.

- Neil likes it when you sit on his lap as the both of you talk about your favorite types of artwork.

- At some point you probably make a joke about how he’s one of the best pieces of God’s artwork and he’s just a smiling and blushing mess.

- Whenever it’s your birthday or a special holiday is coming up, he finds a way to get money and buy you so many materials.

- He encourages you to pursue your arts career while you encourage him to pursue his acting one.

- If you’ve made a piece that isn’t your best work… he always finds a way to give your criticism without sugarcoating it or sounding rude.

- You also encourage Neil to try a little bit of drawing and painting here and there to help him release his surpressed emotions from his father.

- When you look at his art your heart breaks and you need a moment to let it sink in. It’s so full of emotions and you’re able to understand the way he feels better now.

- But anyways! In conclusion, we love a couple who embraces and supports their creative sides <3

[pillow-anime-talk]

his talented baby. {pt.1}

synopsis: You as a person with a huge (and hidden) talent, and also a girl who really surprises your boyfriend.

# tags: scenarios; current relationships; romance; fluff; some PDA; sfw

includes: female reader ft. ken kaneki & nishiki nishio {tokyo ghoul} + yuuma isogai & itona horibe {assclass}

— KEN (ft. singing)

Your closest friends invited you to a popular karaoke bar on one Friday night to celebrate a successfully passed semester in college. Of course, you couldn’t forget about your lovely boyfriend, who was at the same university, but in a different field (i.e. Japanese literature) and always supported you with all his might, knowing how much you want to do your dream job in the future.

So you went to the meeting together, and on the way to the designated place you talked all the time about what the next year of study would bring you. As soon as you reached the room where your three closest besties and one male friend were waiting for you, you both greeted them warmly, immediately taking off your thick coats and taking your seats on a soft, leather couch next to a table filled with tasty-looking snacks and colorful drinks.

Long minutes of conversations between the six of you resulted in drunk plenty of alcohol and blushes on the faces. After drinking, you always got more talkative and more self-confident, so you suggested using the TV and the karaoke machine. Of course, you first offered your friends and Ken to sing something, but they all declined, saying that you should start as an initiator. One of the girls, blonde-haired Minami, smiled at you with a sparkle in her pretty golden eyes, adding that you are the best in this and you should show how to do it correctly. You chuckled in response, waving your hand at her to dismiss compliment.

Kaneki, on the other hand, frowned as he looked at the boy who was sitting on his right.

“... Oh, you don’t know? Y/N-san hasn’t yet praised herself to you that she has a wonderful voice? Huh, huh.” The black-haired boy shook his head, reaching for the glass filled with blue something again. “Hmmm, well. Normally Y/N’s very shy, but she always sings at trips when she’s drunk.” He chuckled while you picked one of your favorite songs in the meantime. So everyone looked at your standing figure, then heard the characteristic sounds from one of Selena Gomez’s songs coming from the gray speakers.

“My dear, I dedicate it to you~!” You looked with joy on your face towards the eighteen-year-old, giving him a quick wink, and then you started your little performance with ‘Love you like a love song’ from the above-mentioned artist.

Your friends didn’t seem surprised and instead started clapping to the beat of the music... but Ken’s eyes widened and he spat out his high-percentage drink, not knowing how to react to the fact that for nine, long months of your relationship, you concealed the fact that you could sing so well and so beautifully. Your voice was perfect for the song that was playing now, and you seemed to be having a great time – there was a huge smile on your lips, your eyelids were slightly closed and your hand was over your heart. If it weren’t for the fact that you were at a karaoke bar, everyone would definitely think you are playing a concert on the biggest stage in Tokyo city.

After the song was over, another girl got up to present a completely different choice, and you handed her the dark microphone, bowing in the process.

Kaneki still seemed speechless and as soon as you sat down next to him, he immediately kissed you on the warm forehead, asking you to sing more to him, especially when you two are going to be alone, because he probably fell in love with you once again and just wanted to experience that love every day thereafter.

— NISHIKI (ft. ballet)

Nishiki, as a pharmacy student, didn’t have much time for extra-curricular activities or unnecessary meetings; in addition, the fact that he was a bloodthirsty ghoul and had to watch over himself made it difficult for him to function normally in the life of Kamii University. However, the brown-haired man always found time for you, for his beloved girlfriend.

You had been dating for over three, long years, and the man definitely couldn’t imagine his own life without you by his side. You knew each other better than anyone else in this world, but sometimes some tiny things of your ordinary day eluded Nishio; of course you understood it perfectly and you weren’t angry or disappointed with him. After all, he had to protect himself, you, take care of his specific menu, be vigilant at every step, and additionally he had to pretend to be the perfect student, senpai (or kouhai) and friend of other people.

So you weren’t surprised when one day you handed him a silverish ticket for probably the most important show of your life and he just looked at you in wonderment. At the beginning, the twenty-year-old asked if it was a performance related to singing or playing an instrument due to the fact that the colorful paper didn’t tell him too much, but you just smirked as you tweaked the unruly, soft hair on his head.

“Hmm. If you don’t remember what I do in my free time, it’s even better, I guess. Come and see it for yourself, honey. I think that thanks to this you will even calm down a little and rest due to the recent weeks.” You announced in a light tone of voice, and the young man sighed under his breath.

“So... I’ll find out in three days, am I right?” He made sure by correcting his glasses and you nodded, then grabbing his rough hand and kissing his cool cheek. A short while later you suggested going to your apartment and catching up on a few episodes of your favorite series that you started quite recently.

The anticipation of your important day passed very quickly and on Saturday, at 6 p.m., when everyone took their seats (with your boyfriend sitting on one of the balconies with the best view of the stage), delicate music was played in the theater, which made everyone shiver on the whole body. Until then, the brown-eyed boy somewhere in the back of his head had the impression that it was a theater performance or an opera, but when he saw your person appear on stage in a beautifully tailored dress and ballet shoes, all the questions that flickered in his mind disappeared in literally one second.

‘Well, yeah. I remember now. She always told me about ballet classes and new shoes.’ A huge, proud smirk came on his pale face and you glanced out of the corner of your eye towards his VIP seat.

Though your expression was cold and composed, you felt an enormous heat in your small heart as the man waved at you, showing two thumbs up. His lips moved even slightly, and although Nishiki tried to hide it, you knew perfectly well that the pink blush and mute ‘I love you’ was sincere and even better than being able to play Odetta, the White Swan, in a ballet spectacle.

— YUUMA (ft. songwriting and guitar playing)

Christmas at school was never what you enjoyed; maybe due to the fact that before, your classmates on main campus were quite specific and you definitely didn’t fit with their strange ‘ideals’. It was only in the class E that you felt that you could find real friends or people who would share your ideas.

But, hmm. Still, you seemed to stand out from the rest of the girls in the class who had more... down-to-earth hobbies or characters than you; Okuda liked chemistry and was really excellent at it, Kirara loved reading, Rio was the best at English and had a great sense of fashion, and Toka was pretty good at cooking. Contrary to them, you preferred to... do more ‘intimate’ things. Writing short poems filled your heart with peace and prevented you from being as critical of yourself as usual. And when you wrote the lyrics of the songs, made notes or melodies to them and sang quietly, you could feel like a real artist that everyone wanted to admire and imitate.

Therefore, when your first and last class holidays with the rest of the 3-E students were fast approaching, Koro-sensei was the one who asked you for a short talk. You weren’t sure what this was about, but moments later your uncertainties were dispelled.

“Y/N-san, I think you mistook your notebooks today and instead of giving me your homework, you gave to me... this.” He said in his as always happy voice, and seeing the black notebook in which you always wrote songs and notes, you blushed all over your face, apologizing profusely for the mistake. “Huh? But this is no mistake, my dear. If it weren’t for this, I would never even think that we have such a talented soul in Class 3-E. So would you like to perform in front of the rest of the students and teachers during the holidays?” The easy question made you widen your eyes and sighed.

“I-I’ve never played in front of anyone, so...” You admitted shyly, and the tall, yellow octopus just chuckled.

“I’m pretty sure they will love it. We can practice together.”

Well, you couldn’t refuse (especially when Koro-sensei offered to bring your favorite, foreign snacks...) and on class Christmas day you showed up with your acoustic guitar and a notebook full of chords and songs. Everyone was surprised and curious at how well you play guitar. After all, you’ve never even mentioned that you can play any instrument before. On the other hand, the class representative, and your boyfriend at the same time, immediately came up to you, asking if you were really okay; better than anyone else, Isogai knew that you didn’t like too much attention and big crowds. But you reassured him it was okay and promised your teacher you would do it, so you smiled at him and then took your seat under the blackboard with a wooden guitar on your lap.

The song you chose for the day was a song you wrote quite recently. It had a little bit of magic, and at the same moment it seemed very romantic and delicate. Even Karma seemed delighted with your beautiful play and soft voice that echoed from time to time between the walls of huge classroom.

At the end of the song, you decided to raise your gaze and simultaneously look at your all friends, three teachers and other half; everyone was really happy and positively speechless. So you gave Yuuma a slight wink, making him blush sweetly.

The young teenager definitely hoped you would show him more of your songs someday, not necessarily the happy Christmas carols Kaede and Ritsu asked for.

— ITONA (ft. dancing)

“... You never mentioned that you can dance.” He admitted softly, and you squeezed his smooth hand tighter.

“So... I mention it right now. It’s not a big deal, baby. I just ... like it and enjoy it a lot.” You giggled as you correcting the black sports bag over your shoulder, then opened the heavy door to the training room, immediately jumping up at the sound of loud squeals and greetings from your closest friends. “Guys, this is Itona Horibe, my boyfriend that I told to you before! Love, it’s Aki-chan, Yui-chan, Kazuya-kun, Saburo-kun, and our cameraman and editor Ryuu senpai. Most often, the five of us cooperate with each other when it comes to dance in groups of five people. And... today we are going to cover a song so I hope you’ll like it. I’ll go change and you all, please, don’t scare my boyfriend and give him something to drink!”

As a group leader, you often came up with choreographies and warm-ups for yourself and others. So, it couldn’t be otherwise this time. For the last week and a half you have been practicing the choreo you came up with and today you were supposed to record material for the video on your quite popular YouTube account. You were extremely excited, not only with the new content, but most of all with the fact that your beloved one would be able to watch it live and evaluate your skills that have been refined over the years. So as soon as you got back to the teens waiting for you, you kissed the light-blue-haired quickly on the right cheek and told him that he could sit against the wall, close to the table full of snacks and the contact for charging the phone.

Then you talked with everyone for a while, doing a short warm-up and reminding the cameraman about how to move the cam. A few short minutes later, you lined up in the middle of a huge white room with Ryuu in front of you. You knelt down in the center, of course, gently moving your shoulders to calm your rapidly pounding heart and heavy breathing, and when a song by Ariana Grande started playing all over the bright room, you all looked at the already activated camera, shaking your heads and then you got up from the wooden floor.

Itona... was speechless. He has never seen people dancing before, he has never even been interested in others, only you and what you like. Today he got to know your little passion, which turned out to be a breathtaking talent, and the boy wondered if you could do anything else; are you good at one specific dance genre or are you able to move your body in a completely different rhythm than he currently saw?

From Koro-sensei’s history lessons, when you two were in junior high, the eighteen-year-old remembered perfectly well that there is also classical dance, tango and breakdance. So could you also do that? He had to ask you about it later.

But now his curious gaze was focused on you and your huge, radiant smile, and the sound of feet hitting the ground. He also looked at your legs, tiny hands, stomach, and hair, while he wondered if he might learn to dance too, to be even closer to you and your hobby. After all, you looked so beautiful and so joyful... He wanted to share these emotions.

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

She Who Shan't Be Named - Part 1 | Sugar Lips (Tony x Reader, Clint x Reader, ??? x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, oral sex (male receiving), suggestive language, alcohol, drunk sexual actions, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Tony x Reader, Clint x Reader, ??? x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.7k Masterlist: LINK

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“I, unfortunately, have someone I want to introduce you all to.” Tony begins as he’s gathered everyone in the living quarters.

“Unfortunately? Well, that always sounds like a good start, Stark.” Natasha jokes, sitting alongside Bucky and Sam on one of the couches.

Tony rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“Yeah, well,” He trails off. “This is (Y/N) (L/N).” He gestures, pointing to the woman leaning against a pillar in the back corner of the room.

She makes an effort to stand upright and walk further into the room.

“Well, hello. It’s nice to finally meet you all in person.”

To say everyone in the room falls speechless with their eyes wide and jaws dropped is an understatement.

“Oh my God, you lot are insatiable.” Tony groans, rolling his eyes once more.

(Y/N) can only smirk and wink at just about everyone in the room.

“You’re welcome, Starky Boy.”

“Put a sock in it, sugar-lips.”

“Sugar-lips?” Rhodey quizzes, amusement dripping from his voice.

Tony and (Y/N) can only stare at one another and grin as they remember where that nickname came from.

*** flashback ***

“One more for the road?” Tony suggests to the very, very drunk (Y/N) beside him.

It’s three-thirty-AM, they’re both at their favourite bar in Manhattan, enjoying a belated birthday weekend of (Y/N)’s which he regretfully missed due to Avenger work.

“You know how to tempt me, Starky-boy.” She teases with a wink, waving her hand up to catch the attention of the bartender, Harrison, who they’ve grown acquainted with over the years of drinking at his bar.

Tony falls into a comfortable silence as he simply stares at the woman he’s been friends with since he was a teen at Phillips Academy.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The woman’s sarcastic comment pushes him over the edge. Within a second, his hands are grabbing her head and pulling her in for a harsh, desperate, passion-fueled kiss.

Harrison smirks as he sits their drinks down, watching how the pair have had ridiculous amounts of sexual tension coursing through them since they first started coming to the bar over ten years ago.

“What, the fuck?” (Y/N) manages to breathe between kisses.

“Stop talking.” Tony murmurs in response, only intensifying the kiss more and more.

“Tony,” She attempts but makes no effort to stop the man. No. Absolutely not.

She’s gotten herself off to the thought of this man too many times for her to want to stop.

Her hands are grasping at the black shirt that adorns his torso, his own hands moving down to grab her hips, itching to have her closer and closer.

“Jesus Christ.” The woman gasps as best she can. “Anthony!”

The man pulls back at the use of his full name but doesn’t let go of her hips.

“Tell me you haven’t wanted to do that?” He asks, voice deep. Low. Husky.

“Of course I wanted to fucking do it, you imbecile!”

His hand jumps up to grasp at her throat, a gasp escaping her lips.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Guys, you’re gonna make my customers leave; the back lounge is empty.” Harrison interrupts. Tony continues to make no effort to stop his actions. They’re both too drunk to care.

Not that he’d care anymore so when he’s sober.

The billionaire practically drags the woman off of their barstools, (Y/N) frantically grabbing their drinks, spilling half of them on the floor - to which she gives Harrison an apologetic look but he simply rolls his eyes with a grin.

A small shriek escapes the woman’s lips as Tony throws her into the room, her hands managing to sit the, now half-empty, drinks on the coffee table.

“On your knees.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice.” She grins, obeying the man’s order whilst quickly throwing her hair into a messy ponytail.

“Always knew you were a slut.” The man growls, unbuckling his belt and zipper on his smart trousers.

“You know me best, Starky Boy.”

She wastes no time in taking the man’s solid cock into her mouth, moaning at the feeling and taste, Tony groaning in satisfaction.

“Look how desperate you are for it.” He condescends yet continues to thrust into her mouth, fucking the back of her throat.

No words can be formed to give the man a reply. She’s too busy focusing on taking his impressive shaft down her throat, making sure her lips are touching his pelvis.

“Christ!”

He can’t help himself. His hands are in her hair, grabbing it and yanking her closer to his body, not thinking about anything other than the noise of her gagging.

“FUCK! You filthy fucking slut.”

She moans at that, working his cock more and more.

It’s not too long later before the man is releasing all over the woman’s face, her sticking her tongue out and taking as much of it as she can.

“This was a brand new blouse, Stark.” She complains, jokingly, as she licks her white lips. “Ugh, salty.”

“Don’t lie, you know it’s sweeter than sugar.” Tony laughs, re-doing his trousers.

“It definitely fucking isn’t.” (Y/N) groans, standing up and licking the rest of the mess off of her mouth.

“Whatever you say, sugar-lips.”

“TONY!”

*** flashback end ***

“A nickname I gave her once upon a time.” Tony vaguely explains, (Y/N) chuckling.

“Okay. So why’s she here?” Bucky asks, not taking his eyes off the most attractive woman he’s ever seen in his life.

“She has a name.” (Y/N) comments, quirking a flirtatious brow at the man.

The super soldier raises his brows but smirks.

“Why’re you here, doll?”

Now, that does something to her core.

“Starky Boy told me that y’all need a babysitter, so here I am!” She boasts, evidently joking but it makes everyone grin and not ask anymore questions.

“I’ve known her since I was in my teens, she’s a family friend.” Tony adds, reassuring everyone that she’s not someone to be cautious of.

“Pft, family friend? Don’t compliment yourself, Stark.” (Y/N) jokes, everyone laughing with her. “Anyway, in all seriousness, hello, I’m (Y/N). I’m temporarily chilling here if you’re all alright with it since I got nowhere else to be.”

“A pleasure, (Y/N). Steve Rogers.” Captain America begins, stepping forward and shaking the woman’s hand.

“Pleasure’s all mine, Captain.” She winks, the man smirking at her antics which will be refreshing around the compound.

“Bucky.” The Winter Soldier greets, nodding his head at the woman from his seat on the couch.

“Romanoff.” Black Widow follows, (Y/N) biting her lip at the red-head. “Natasha Romanoff.”

“Alright, James Bond.” Sam jokes, everyone laughing.

“Tony, I can’t believe this is the first time you’ve given me the opportunity to meet the Natasha Romanoff.” (Y/N) beams, winking at the woman who returns the gesture with a smug smile.

“Christ.” Tony groans, face-palming harder than ever.

“Sam Wilson.” The man smirks, reaching out to shake the woman’s hand from his position on the couch.

“Bird Boy.”

He gives a hearty laugh at that.

“Sure.”

“James Rhodes, but call me Rhodey.”

“So you’re the Transformer’s identical twin, right?” The woman quizzes, rhetorically, shaking the man’s hand.

Another round of laughter.

“Something like that.”

“Bruce. Bruce Banner.”

“The guy I don’t wanna piss off; got it.” (Y/N) smiles, watching the brunet give her an anxious smile and chuckle. “Or maybe I do.” She adds with a wink, basking in the entertainment that comes from his embarrassed expression.

“(Y/N).” Tony groans, semi-threateningly.

“Yes, Anthony?” She asks, smiling at him like an innocent child who’s never done wrong.

“Good day to you, beautiful mortal. I am Thor of Asgard.”

“Wowee…” The woman widens her eyes as the God leans down to kiss her cheeks. “The one and only.”

“That would be I.” He smiles, throwing her a wink also. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Stop hogging the limelight already.” A voice complains from beside the God of Thunder.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the God of Mischief.”

“Well, well, well, a beautiful lady such as yourself knows who I am, huh?” Loki greets, taking her hand and leans down to press a kiss to her knuckles, Tony continuing to grunt and groan in the background.

“Hard not to when you get off on destroying New York.” (Y/N) grins, a chorus of laughter filling the room yet again.

“Stop hogging the limelight.” A female voice mimics Loki's previous words.

“Well if it isn’t the Scarlet Witch!”

“That is I.” Wanda grins. “Wanda.” She adds, holding her hand out for (Y/N) to shake, which she accepts graciously.

“Tony, do you know how pissed I am that you’ve not introduced me to these people until now?”

“Oh my God, I’m literally going to kick you out.” The billionaire responds, pouring himself a whisky from the bar at the back of the living quarters.

“Yeah, yeah.” (Y/N) retorts, winking at Wanda before turning to the couch beside her which a certain Archer is leisurely laid across. “Barton.”

“(L/N).”

“Long time no see.”

“Ya think?” Clint quirks a brow, jokingly.

“How’s Laura? How’re the kids?”

“Not bad, not bad. How’s Michael?”

“Dead if I had any say in the matter.” The woman casually threatens as the brunet mentions her ex-boyfriend.

He breathes out a laugh.

“Commitment issues as good as ever then?”

“You know me, Robin.” She jokes, using the nickname she gave me when he came on a night out with Tony and her many moons ago.

“You two know each other?” Wanda questions.

They both shrug.

“Somewhat.” Clint answers, (Y/N) giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

“You love me!”

He grins and sits up before standing.

“You know I do, come ‘ere.” The man chuckles, pulling the woman in for a tight embrace.

“Missed you, Robin.”

“You too, Marian.” He responds, using the fairytale nicknames from Robin Hood.

“Those two have definitely banged.” Sam snarks from across the room, Natasha agreeing.

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Wilson.” Clint teases, flashing a wink his way.

“Now, now, boys.” The woman settles, turning to the young gentleman on the other couch, staring at her with some much awe in his eyes. “Who’s the kid?” She asks, staring at him directly yet directing her question at Tony.

“Uh, hi, I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” He stumbles, standing upright and holding out his hand for her to shake.

She giggles.

“Corruptible.”

“(L/N)!” Tony yells, the woman only laughing as she shakes the young man’s hand.

“A pleasure, spider-boy.”

Peter’s eyes widen at her knowing.

“Right, are we done? That was exhausting.” Tony complains for the nth time.

“Oh, grow a pair, Stark.” (Y/N) retorts.

“I will literally kick you out of this building.”

“You ain’t got the nerve.”

Downing a swig of his whisky, Tony takes a deep breath but smiles at the woman.

“It’ll be nice to have you around, sugar-lips.”

“I bet.” She winks, everyone chuckling again.

And that’s just the beginning of her relationships with everyone at the Avengers HQ.

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[kpop-zone]

Twice reaction to their s/o flirting with them post wisdom teeth removal

A raspy groan automatically escaped your mouth once you slowly felt yourself regaining some consciousness. You’ve had one hell of a dream. It even almost felt like you were physically able to feel its effects. Your whole face felt numb and your eyelids were heavier than ever. Maybe you should get some more sleep?

“Y/N?”

The sound of someone calling your name, however, interfered with your plan as your urge to see the face to this angelic voice was bigger than your desire to fall back asleep. With difficulty, you opened your eyes, feeling how the bright light seemingly burned your retina. After blinking a few times though, the silhouette of a person leaning over you became clearer and clearer until you were able to admire her beautiful face.

“Whoa.”

Once again, your mouth was faster than your brain and you gasped in awe. Were you still dreaming?

“Is this a dream?”

You asked dumbfounded while staring at the woman in front of you.

“No, Y/N. You’re in a dental clinic.”

The woman giggled in amusement and you hummed pensively. That would explain why your face felt like it didn’t belong to your body. It didn’t explain though why the most stunning human being on this planet was watching over you right now.

“If all the nurses in here look as pretty as you, this must be heaven?”

You probed bluntly, not knowing where this sudden confidence was coming from, but knowing that you had to try everything to keep this enchantress by your side.

Nayeon

Nayeon stared at you dumbfounded for a second before bursting in laugher. The nurse had warned her that you could need a while to regain consciousness, but she hadn’t expected you to turn into another person.

“What’s so funny?”

You mumbled, having difficulty to open your mouth.

“Are you really trying to flirt with me?”

Nayeon choked out between laughter and you pouted sulkily.

“Why not? I’m a bit battered right now, but I’ll bounce back in no time and then I’ll take good care of you. A girl like you deserves someone who is willing to give you the world!”

It was a little hard to understand you, but you didn’t fail to transmit the sincerity of your words, causing Nayeon to pull herself together. She admired your determination, so she decided to play along.

“Do you really think you can pull someone like me?”

She smirked while sitting down on the edge of your bed and leaning forward in order to reduce the space between the two of you. Nervously, you gulped, looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights, but then you nodded slowly, managing to make Nayeon grin. Who would have thought that you could be so flirtatious?

“Well then I hope you’re going to keep your word.”

She whispered before pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek, knowing that her gesture would probably give you a heart attack. You needed to know though that she was the bigger flirt in your relationship...

Jeongyeon

“What?”

Jeongyeon asked while staring at you in confusion, wondering whether she had misheard your mumbling.

“I’ve said that this is my first time meeting an angel.”

You slurred while grinning proudly, causing Jeongyeon to scoff in disbelief. Where you really trying to woo her right now? With cheesy pickup lines? Not being able to contain herself any longer, she cracked up and doubled up with laughter.

“Oh my god, Y/N. I’ve always known that you are an idiot. But wow, you’ve really managed to outdo yourself this time.”

She sighed once she had calmed down a bit and you screwed up your face in confusion.

“Do we know each other?”

You stuttered, looking like a helpless, disoriented puppy, causing Jeongyeon’s expression to change in an instant. Suddenly, she felt bad for you, so she looked at you fondly with a smile playing on her lips.

“We sure do. But don’t worry about that now, you’ll soon feel like yourself again. I’ll get you some water, maybe that’ll help you to wake up. Don’t move, Casanova.”

She warned you jokingly before leaving the room to get you something refreshing to drink. In her mind, your cheesy pick-up line still played on repeat and she giggled to herself as she walked down the corridor to the water dispenser. She would make sure that you wouldn’t forget about this incident that quickly.

Momo

“Hold up...what did Y/N just say?”

Nayeon asked from somewhere behind Momo, the mockery clearly audible in her voice, but Momo couldn’t manage to avert her gaze from you. A blush had risen to her cheeks and she shyly smiled to herself. She didn’t know why she was reacting like this, after all the two of you had been dating for years already, but somehow you were still able to flatter her with ease.

“Y/N...”

Momo giggled while slapping your arm lightly, causing you to smirk, obviously pleased with her reaction.

“Don’t be shy. Your blush makes you look even more beautiful. Red really is your color.”

You winked, causing Sana and Nayeon to burst into loud laughter, making Momo’s blush turn into an even darker shade of red.

“Now I know how Y/N was able to woo you so fast.”

Nayeon snickered and Momo shyly looked to the floor.

“Shut up...”

She mumbled in embarrassment, but Nayeon only smirked. Her eyes glinted mischievously, and it seemed like she was just getting ready to tease Momo some more, but before she had the chance to, you suddenly piped up again.

“Wait what?! I already wooed you?”

You gasped in shock, managing to make Momo laugh.

“Yes, Y/N.”

She stated before burying her face in the crook of your neck in hopes to hide the blush that was still glowing brightly on her cheeks. She wasn’t so sure who would be more embarrassed after today...you or her?

Sana

Sana giggled happily when she heard such a flirtatious remark coming from you. Usually, you always made fun of her penchant for cheesy things. But today the roles seemed to be reversed.

“Heaven? What does that make me then?”

She asked with one eyebrow raised, hoping to see more of this sweet side of yours.

“The angel of my sweetest dreams.”

You grinned dazed, causing Sana to laugh loudly.

“Ah Y/N, you are so adorable!”

She squealed before gently cupping your face, having to resist the urge to squeeze your cheeks.

“Please...have you looked into the mirror today? Your face is the peak of adorableness.”

You retorted and Sana blushed shyly. She wasn’t used to you being such a flirt.

“Stop, Y/N... you’re making me flustered. Don’t you know that you don’t need to win my heart? It’s already yours.”

She smiled before intertwining your fingers, managing to leave you speechless. Amused, she guided your hand to her lips and kissed your knuckles. You didn’t seem to have expected your advances to be successful and stared at her with an open mouth, causing Sana to giggle smugly.

“Good, so my charms are still working too.”

Jihyo

For a second, Jihyo was taken aback by your bluntness, but then she figured that you were probably still high on your anesthesia. Amused, she chuckled while leaning closer to you.

“Heaven? Is that so?”

She asked rhetorically and you immediately nodded your head vigorously, causing her to surge forward to steady your head. The doctor had told you to avoid rapid movements like this today.

“Your eyes are so beautiful. I swear if they keep shining like that, the sun has to find another galaxy...”

You mumbled mesmerized while staring deeply into her eyes as if you were hypnotized. One compliment after the other gushed out of you until one of the cotton rolls that was supposed to stop the bleeding in your mouth fell out, causing Jihyo to gasp. She had to shut you up somehow...

“I will kiss you if you manage to be quiet for fifteen minutes.”

She blurted out and your eyes almost popped out of your head in shock. Nevertheless, you weren’t shy to agree to her proposition.

“Everything you want.”

You mumbled instantly and Jihyo giggled to herself.

She wouldn’t have deemed it possible for you to be even more whipped for her than usual. But she wasn’t complaining...

Mina

“Nurse? Don’t you know who I am?”

Mina asked, not knowing whether she should be amused or concerned.

“Do we know each other?”

You replied puzzled, causing her to chuckle shyly.

“Yes we do. I brought you here with Sana. Don’t you remember?”

She smiled softly before pointing at Sana who had kept her company while waiting for you to wake up. Neither of their faces seemed to be familiar to you though and you only looked at her apologetically.

“No, I don’t. I’m incredibly sorry. A pretty and kind person like you doesn’t deserve to be treated like this. Maybe I can make it up to you some time? And invite you for dinner?”

You suddenly grinned cheekily, causing Mina’s jaw to drop. Embarrassed, she started to blush and looked at Sana.

“Did Y/N just ask you out?”

The older asked dumbfounded although she seemed to be visibly amused.

“Yes, I did or are the two of you dating?”

You sounded seriously worried and Mina could see by the smirk on Sana’s face that she had some mischievous plan, but Mina wouldn’t allow one of her members to tease you in your miserable state today.

“No, we’re not. I would love to go out with you.”

She blurted out and you smiled widely, making her blush even more. Hopefully, you would soon regain your full consciousness again because she didn’t know if she could bear any more of your flirting.

Dahyun

Dahyun raised her eyebrows in disbelief. Were you challenging her? Did you really think that you could beat her at her own game? You were clearly not in your right mind yet; cheesy pickup lines were her expertise after all.

“It must be! Because I’m standing in front of an angel right now!”

She gasped exaggerated before smirking when she saw your puzzled expression.

“I can’t believe that worked...”

You stuttered surprised by the success of your pick-up line, causing Dahyun to laugh in amusement.

“I was simply defenseless against your charms...”

She sighed as she sat down on the edge of your bed and you stared at her speechlessly.

“What now? Will you take me out for dinner?”

Dahyun groaned impatiently when you didn’t manage to utter single word in order to tease you and your eyes widened in shock.

“Yes, yes of course!”

You exclaimed panicked while trying to sit up, but Dahyun was quick to stop you.

“I was just joking, Y/N! Please lay down. You can take me out on a date some other time.”

She giggled while pushing you down with force, panicked that your wound would open again if you would put too much pressure on it.

“Promise?”

You asked with a pout on your lips, making it hard for Dahyun to hide her amusement. But she drew a serious expression and held out her hand for you to shake.

“Promise.”

She stated soberly as if you were wrapping up a business deal and you shook her hand while a big grin spread on your face.

“This is the best day ever!”

You cheered and Dahyun scoffed. Hopefully you would still remember your invitation when you weren’t high anymore.

Chaeyoung

“Nurse?”

Chaeyoung chuckled in amusement once she realized that you were still high as a kite and the smirk on your lips faltered.

“You are my nurse right?”

You mumbled, having difficulty to keep the cotton rolls in your mouth.

“Do I look like your nurse?”

Chaeyoung laughed while pointing at her baggy jeans and knitted cardigan, causing you to study her outfit intensely before realizing your mistake.

“Who are you then? Oh and are you single?”

You asked bluntly and Chaeyoung needed to hold her belly that was starting to hurt from giggling too much. She couldn’t believe how different you were from your usual self. This was a great form of entertainment for her though...

“I am not.”

She replied to tease you and you creased your face in annoyance.

“Such a shame...Is your partner treating you well? Because I can guarantee you that I would fulfill your every wish.”

You didn’t seem to want to accept your defeat and Chaeyoung shook her head in amusement. Your persistence was charming; she had to give you that.

“Well that is true, you do that.”

She smiled after deciding to stop teasing you and you frowned in confusion. She didn’t feel like explaining you your whole life story though, so she simply plopped down on the chair next to your bed and winked at you cheekily.

“Rest a bit now, jagi. Everything will soon make sense again.”

Tzuyu

“I-I’m not your nurse.”

Tzuyu stuttered shyly after you had managed to make her blush with your sudden advances.

“You aren’t?”

You asked dumbfounded and Tzuyu shook her head slowly.

“No, I’m um...”

She looked around as if she was about to spill a secret before clearing her throat.

“I’m your girlfriend.”

As soon as her word had left her lips, your jaw dropped, causing Tzuyu to wince. You weren’t even supposed to talk. She was sure that opening your mouth that far couldn’t be good for you.

“My girlfriend?? How did I manage to pull a goddess like you??”

You yelled and Tzuyu quickly stumbled forward to press a finger on your lips to shut you up. Embarrassed she looked at the door, expecting a nurse to appear any second in order to scold you for your loud behavior. But to her delight, the two of you remained the only persons in the room, so she removed her hand from your face again while avoiding your gaze shyly.

“Yes, I am your girlfriend.”

She repeated herself and you gaped in awe.

“Really? Because this is simply too good to be true. If this is just a prank, it’s not funny. My heart is literally jumping out of my chest right now.”

You looked at her suspiciously and Tzuyu had to smile because of your adorableness.

“Really.”

She assured you before reaching for your hand to give it a light squeeze. Finally, you seemed to believe her words and you started beaming from one ear to the other.

“I’m the luckiest living being on this planet!”

You yelled once more and Tzuyu buried her face in her hand in defeat. Hopefully, you would soon go back to your normal self, because she had no idea how to keep you in check right now...

[taetaespeaches]

“I’m terrible at getting engaged, I forgot all about this part.”

seokjin x reader (oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.5K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Well, as some of you know I am posting engagement fics this week. And well, Jin and Poopsie/reader took their engagement to the cherry blossoms in Japan because Jin once promised he would take her to see them in “For you darling, I would collect every cherry blossom in Korea. And Japan-no- in the world” and our man keeps his word. I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading! :))

Strolling down the pathway, everything was soaked in the prettiest pink hue. Your eyes attempted to drink it all in, but you couldn’t quite become accustomed to the picturesque scenery. A light squeeze on your hand brought your attention from the cherry blossoms surrounding you to meet your boyfriend’s soft gaze.

“You look stunning,” he complimented, a small smile appearing on your face as you sighed contentedly.

“Not that it’s a competition but I’m pretty sure you look way more beautiful than me right now,” you shifted the compliment back on Seokjin.

“Not true,” he instantly protested. “That would be impossible.”

Giggling at his widened eyes as he adamantly disagreed with you, you brought your hand to the side of his face. Stroking his cheek gently, your eyes flickered to his lips for a moment.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, Jinnie, pink always was your color,” you flirted sincerely, watching as a bashful smile overtook the man’s features, his cheeks becoming more plush as his eyes crinkled in the corners.

Noticing the way you eyed his lips just moments previous, Jin tugged on your hand, pulling you toward his body as he leaned into leave a sweet kiss to your mouth. “I’m so in love with you,” he whispered as he hovered over your lips just slightly, the air from his confession brushing them enticingly.

“Again, not that it’s a competition, but I’m pretty sure I love you so much more,” you teased, Jin shaking his head lightly just before you pushed your mouth to his once more, swinging an arm around the back of his neck. Threading your fingers through the strands that rested against his nape, you deepened the kiss just slightly as Jin wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you just the slightest bit closer.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” he mumbled against your lips as he smiled.

“Oh, did your boyfriend bring you on your dream trip to Japan to see the cherry blossoms too?” You asked him teasingly, Jin smiling in response as he quickly stole one more kiss.

Pulling his chin toward his neck so he could see your features, he shook his head. “No,” he chuckled as you smirked in apparent victory. “Unlike you, I don’t have a boyfriend who loves me more than anyone has ever loved another person,” he continued with his mushy but sincere confessions of feelings, the comment taking you by surprise as your eyes widened curiously.

“Oh is that so?” You arched your back to pull away from him so you could see his gorgeous face. “So you’re saying you love me more than anyone has ever loved anyone before?” You questioned him, the man’s eyes locked on yours as he nodded slowly.

“I do,” he softly admitted, and the words were spoken with such subtle, easy conviction, you had no choice but to believe him. His earnestness stole your breath for a moment as you stared at him in adoration. “Oh, Poopsie,” he chuckled warmly, “don’t cry,” he told you through his wide smile.

His hands found the sides of your face instantly as his thumbs dabbed under your eyes, you blinking quickly. “Don’t make me cry then,” you whined, dropping your head forward to rest your forehead against his body. Easily, his arms wrapped around your frame, holding you protectively but gently.

“I want to marry you so bad,” Jin told you softly, making you look up at him with wide eyes. And before you could comprehend what was happening, Jin was lowering onto one knee as he pulled a small box out of his pocket.

Speechless, all you could do was gawk at him as he flipped the box open, displaying the most perfect ring. “You already make me the happiest man alive, but I would somehow be even happier if you married me,” he told you as your hand settled over your racing heart. “Will you marry me? Poopsie?” He added with an adorable knowing smile.

Within a mix of a giggle and a sob, you asked in shock, “Are you fucking kidding?” As you tried to comprehend the situation, Jin immediately giggled at your surprising words.

“What?” he asked through his laughter, his nerves on display as he awaited your answer.

“You really brought me to Japan to propose to me under the cherry blossoms?” You further questioned him, not realizing that you were keeping him on edge with your questions.

“Yeah,” he said simply, smiling softly as he stared at you, his adoring gaze making you feel as though you were a more worthy view than the pink petals blossoming on the branches all around you.

“How are you even real?” You asked him as tears slid down your cheeks. As your eyes scanned over his gentle face, the same face you’d adored since the moment you met him years earlier, you began nodding gently. “Stand up before you hurt your knee, of course, I’ll marry you, I’m not letting you go ever,” you rambled to him as he laughed at you. Tugging on him to stand, you instantly flung your arms over his shoulders as you kissed him deeply.

The man easily kissed you back, though the kiss didn’t last long as you both began smiling and giggling into the meeting.

“Holy shit, how did I not see this coming?” You questioned both yourself and him. “You’re the most amazing man to exist, of course you would do something like this,” you cried against his neck. Jin laughed warmly as he tightened his hold on you, ensuring you were as close as you could possibly get to him.

As you caught your breath, Jin soothed his hand across your back, both of you simply existing in the setting together, in each other’s arms.

You’d pictured forever with Jin for years; long before becoming engaged. And as much as that proposal and the ring that he still held in his hand didn’t change a single thing, it changed so much.

“Can I put this ring on you?” Jin asked with a small laugh, you pulling away from him as you nodded.

“Jesus, I’m terrible at getting engaged, I forgot all about this part,” you commented, Jin’s squeaky laughter filling your ears instantly. “I should have gotten proposed to by someone else for practice,” you joked, watching as Jin’s gaze shined with amusement and affection.

“What on earth are you talking about?” He questioned you fondly, a laugh lacing the words.

“Like I should have had a failed engagement in my past so I could practice and do this one right,” you elaborated with wide eyes, Jin shaking his head at you as he beamed.

“I think you’re very good at getting engaged,” he assured you with a grin. “A solid eight out of ten,” he teased, you tossing your head back in laughter. And as he watched you laugh like that, no inhibitions as you expressed your happiness and amusement, he sighed in relief. “Oh my god, I actually get to marry you,” he suddenly realized as his face was taken over by pure delight. “Here,” he took the ring out of the box, quickly placed the box back in his pocket, and slid the ring onto your finger.

“Oh my god,” you breathed out as you looked from him to the ring. “This is so real now,” you told him in surprise as you realized the weight of the ring and what it meant.

“Do you like it?” He asked you, his eyes on you as you admired the jewelry.

“I love it so much, it’s perfect,” you assured him, looking up to meet his gaze. “You are perfect.” As he leaned in to kiss you, you quickly met him half way, immediately deepening the action. However, the kiss didn’t last long once again as you both began smiling and giggling again.

Staring into each other’s eyes, both of your hair coated in the pink petals that fell from above like snowfall, you both noted that you had never seen each other look so beautiful before.

“Happiness looks good on you,” you told him, the man’s smile widening as he blushed slightly.

“Are you happy?” He asked you, you sighing at his ridiculous question, despite the seriousness laced into his tone.

“Of course I am, are you insane?” You countered teasingly. As he beamed, his features full of elation and relief, you cocked your head at him. “How could I not be happy? Look at all these cherry blossoms,” you joked, looking around at the trees, Jin scoffing at your teasing.

“Ah, you punk,” he scolded fondly, leaning forward to catch your lips in a kiss once more.

And as you stood amongst one of the most desirable, visited, and photographed sceneries in existence, everything else that wasn’t Seokjin faded away. He was all that mattered in that moment. And you both had never been happier.

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Kazuichi, Byakuya, Gundham, Rantaro, Gonta, Leon, and Toko with an ultimate Broadway actress s/o

Desc; headcanons of kazuichi, byakuya, gundham, rantaro, gonta, leon, toko with an ultimate broadway actress s/o

Warnings; i tried to make this spoiler free, fem!reader, reader uses female pronouns, i guess this takes place at hope’s peak academy? pre-tragedy?? i dont really know about the v3 boys, haven’t finished the game lmao-

Gundham:

◊ He already knows a bunch about Musicals; especially the darker ones.

◊ He thinks your Ultimate is amazing, he loves all your plays.

◊ Neither of you know which between the two of you is more dramatic.

◊ Your dramatic personalities often intertwined, merging the two of you and making you both into one huge drama queen.

◊ It gives everyone a headache as you both scream, “My toe hurts!-” “My king’s toe hurts! Someone bring an ambulance, stat!”

◊ “Someone get the fucking chlorofoam-” “Hiyoko no-”

◊ This is a bad example, but you get my point-

◊ He enjoys Shakespeare and dark love story plays/musicals.

◊ So he would definitely enjoy acting one with you on stage, if you let him.

◊ He’ll somehow incorporate his Dark Devas into the play just for an excuse to bring them with him on-stage.

◊ Once he was playing Romeo and abandoned Juliet to save Cham-P after he ran offstage to eat a sunflower seed someone dropped on the floor.

◊ Fuck Juliet, mans knows his priorities.

◊ He’s kind of a musical theatre nerd, he enjoys discussing the message behind musicals you’ve played.

◊ Throwing in some compliments about how well you perceived the character, and how pretty you looked.

◊ He is always extremely proud and amazed at your ability to sing, dance and act so well all at the same time.

◊ He believes you don’t get enough credit for doing what you do, so he makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

◊ He sometimes quotes Shakespeare or some other dark musical while you two hung out, it was kinda cute seeing him geek out like that.

◊ “As said in ‘The Merry Wives of Windsor’, Better three hours too soon than a minute too late." Gundham quoted, pride laced in his words as he was proud of remembering that. “Gundham... it’s literally 5 am in the morning, the party starts at 12 pm. Go back to sleep.” Gundham blinks and nearly falls asleep where he stood. “Mmkay.”

◊ If he saw you dress up as the witch in Wicked, he would be whipped.

◊ His evil queen? In an evil costume? A dream come true!

◊ He thinks you look absolutely fabulous and praises you a bunch after the show, telling you how pretty you looked while you acted.

Kazuichi

◊ He wouldn’t know much about musical theatre, since he’s more into machines.

◊ But when you told him to come to a play you were going to star in, he jumped at the offer.

◊ 90 minutes of you? He must be the luckiest guy in the world!(Nagito would be proud)

◊ After watching his first play, he decides he is obsessed with musical theatre now, going to all your shows.

◊ He loves all the romance based musicals, he’s a sucker for romance what can he say?

◊ He’d obsess over all your plays, going into a lot of detail about his favourtite parts.

◊ He’s kinda like, your #1 fan.

◊ He has posters of musicals you’ve starred posted around his dorm room, just a bunch of merch of you and all the musicals you starred in.

◊ When you tell him he has a backstage pass because he’s your boyfriend, he is overjoyed. 

◊ He actually trained a bit to be one of the backstage crew members.

◊ He learned how to fix your make up during intermissions, fix a loose stitch on your costume, all that good stuff.

◊ Though every time he sees your face up close for make up, he goes speechless.

◊ He wonders every time, how the hell did he get someone like you?

◊ Though his hands are shaking from how nervous he was, he still managed to make you look absolutely amazing.

◊ He’d blast a bunch of musical soundtracks while he works on his machines, screwing on and unscrewing things with a bop.

◊ I can imagine Kazuichi jamming with you in the car. The car moving violently as you two bounced to the rhythm like mad men.

◊ I think he’d get pretty insecure if he saw you with a love interest, he would think that when you two shared a staged kiss or scene, that it was actually full of love and not fake

◊ But when you cheer him up and tell him how much you love him, he realizes he was being silly over nothing.

◊ After watching many many romance musicals, you notice he gets more romantic; most likely mimicking the love interests.

◊ He is still a bit insecure, but if he does more romantic things, you’ll love him right?

◊ You enjoy the silly grand gestures of love, but you try and assure him constantly that you don’t need any of it.

◊ You only need him <3

Rantaro:

◊ w o a h

◊ He’d love the fact that you’re an actress

◊ He thinks it’s so cool like-

◊ constant fanboying after shows

◊ He’s always bringing you flowers once you’re off the stage, showering you with praises and affections

◊ He’s literally so proud of you wtf??

◊ i think he’d be the type to show you off a lot

◊ “Hey you!” He points at a naked passerby(this is an inside joke, i am so sorry), “Guess what? My girlfriend’s a Broadway actress!” “Rantaro stop, people are staring-” “Are they? hEY YOU! YEAH, YOU STARING!! MY GIR-”

◊ if you ever started spitting out hamilton raps, he’d be the one beatboxing in the back ground for you.

◊  “Pshh, packow, psshh psshh, packow!” “How does a bastard, orphan, son of a-” 

◊ you two would jam out to musical soundtracks in your dorm, dancing dramatically as you did.

◊ you two kinda become like a duo of musical theatre kids.

◊ if you stood on a table and started belting lyrics, he would hop on and join you

◊ unless it was a solo, he would never steal your thunder.

◊ if you ever felt a bit nervous before a big show, he would assure you that’d you’d do great and tell you how much he believed in you until you felt better.

◊ he’s your charger before and after a big show.

◊ if you felt exhausted from acting and dancing around the stage, he’s always there to give you what you need most.

◊ whether it’s water, food, flowers, or just him and his cuddles, he always has it ready for you.

◊ the most recent musical soundtrack that you’ve played will be stuck in his head.

◊ For example, if you recently played in Hairspray, ‘Mama, I’m a big girl now!’ will be stuck in his head until the next play he watches.

◊ you’d catch him humming it during everything he does, 

◊ and it’s actually so fricking adorable.

◊ if you heard him sing a familiar tune, you would hum along with him.

◊ “Hmm, mmwhen I was, just a kid ♪” 

◊ Your ears perked up at the familiar tune, slowly you turned around to face him.

◊ “♪....You never let me do just what the older kids did…♪” You joined in quietly, Rantaro whipped his head towards you, a rising smile on his face.

◊ “♪ But lose that laundry list of what you won't allow ♪,” His voice rose slowly in excitement, pointing at you with a big grin across his face.

◊ And at the same time, you both sang obnoxiously loud, as if it was rehearsed, “♪ 'Cause mama, I'm a big girl now! ♪” Running to each other with excitement, 

◊ You let out a fit of giggles as Rantaro picked you up, “MY WIFE, PLEASE BE MY WIFE!” 

◊ This is how you two met and you can’t tell me otherwise-

Gonta:

◊ Gonta wouldn’t know much about Broadway musicals- which to you, a broadway actress, was unacceptable!

◊ so you made it your mission to get him to watch as many musicals as he possibly can.

◊ You’d tell him to come to all your plays, him excitedly agreeing despite not knowing what a play is.

◊ You’d do extra good knowing that Gonta was in the crowd watching you, wanting to give him the best first experience with musicals.

◊ He’d applaud at the end of every scene, trying to show his support the best he can.

◊ for his first play he watches, he ends up clapping a bit too early.

◊ he cheered and applauded super loud when he saw you on stage, but stopped when he realized everyone was staring at him.

◊ Though it was a bit embarrassing for both you and him, you felt your heart flutter at how his first instinct was to clap for you when you walked in stage.

◊ You’d introduce him to various musicals, beauty and the beast being his favourite.

◊ He definitely starts to obsess over the more ‘gentlemanly’ characters.

◊ his first impressions of the beast were bad; Denying that old lady shelter? How ungentlemanly!!

◊ so when the dude got cursed, he cheered lmao

◊ but as he kept watching, he could see the beast wasn’t too bad. 

◊ The beast had some flaws, but he obviously cared for belle, he thought.

◊ Oh but he hated Gaston, he really really hated him.

◊ If you acted with someone who played Gaston(and you as belle), he would have to hold back and not rip his face off every time Gaston said something idiotic or sexist.

◊ He had to keep reminding himself that, that Gaston wasn’t real(and thank god for that, real gaston would’ve been torn to shreds.)

◊ the dancing scene was his favourite part for sure.

◊ He’s sad he doesn’t get to play beast with you, but he still enjoys the scene nonetheless.

◊ something cute I can imagine him doing is surprising you by dressing up in a prince costume from the musical and asking you for a dance. 

◊ It’s the cutest thing ever oml-

◊ It’s such a beautiful moment, you two just dancing together in a random room with no care in the world.

◊ Your arms wrapped his extravagant costume and his arms wrapped around your pj’s.

◊ He’s a bit shy to be so close to you, but he tries his best to be confident and as princely as he could so he pushes his anxiety aside.

◊ As his stomach fills with butterflies, he becomes slightly confused and concerned, ‘Did Gonta eat butterflies??’ He slightly panics-

◊ ‘Those poor butterflies!!’

◊ He’d watch a lot of videos on how to ballroom dance in advance for this moment.

◊ He’s actually not that bad!

◊ Well- as long as you dance with your feet on his, so he doesn’t crush your toes.

◊ If you ever did some beauty and the beast scenes for him, he would be so happy. 

◊ He’d be even happier if you let him play the beast with you.

◊ He’d be smiling the entire time during a fight/sad/serious practice scene.

◊ *almost gets stabbed* “Haha oh no!” 

◊ When you sing during one of the scenes, he kinda just-

◊ becomes a puddle of a gentleman.

◊ his heart melts and disintegrates(haha what) of love for you. 

◊ he absolutely loves your voice, and would beg for you to sing him one of the soundtracks from beauty and the beast before bed.

◊ He’s really proud of all your plays, and is extremely happy that you–of all people–are his girlfriend.

Byakuya Togami

◊ In all honesty, he thinks your ultimate isn’t all that great.

◊ But as he watches one of your plays, his mind ultimately(see what i did there?) changes.

◊ He becomes impressed and dazzled from how passionate you look when you act, not noticing how you had him sitting on the edge of his seat.

◊ After watching you act, he literally cannot watch another play unless you are in it, finding it unworthy of his time and money.

◊^^this is before you two got together,

◊ you two got together after you found him in your crowd, applauding like the rest of them with the same bewildered expression on his face.

◊ You confronted him and he attempted to compliment your acting, but he accidentally let his feelings for you slip out instead, “I find you truly captivating- Wait no, I-I meant your plays. Your plays, they are truly captivating.” You watched in amusement as he stumbled with his words, eventually interrupting him with an, “Are you available right now?”

◊ So yeah, eventually you two get together, and good for Togami! Because now he doesn’t have to secretly applaud you as a fan, he can applaud you whenever and as your lover.

◊ After shows, he’d give you a single rose as a congrats or applause (so romantic!)

◊ If you ever decided to be chaotic and start belting out lyrics, he would just sigh and let you finish.

◊ Very rarely, you would catch him humming a small tune of a musical song you sang.

◊ But very very rarely. If you ever catch him and confront him about it, he will deny it completely.

◊ I think he’d probably like the more serious plays, he enjoys the meanings and emotions of them more than the sillier and playful ones.

◊ If he ever watched Mean Girls, he would start to slightly mimic Regina George.

◊ “Byakuya wha-” “Get in peasant, we’re going shopping.” 

◊ It’d be lowkey hot when you hear him sass you like Regina George tho-

◊ He’d have more big dick energy after watching Mean Girls, emitting his dominance to everyone.

◊ Makoto during a class trial: “So we know that she was at the scene of the crime, right?” “Shut up.” Byakuya flipped his imaginary long hair as Makoto stares at him in confusion, silence filling the room. “Shut up!” “I didn’t even say anything-”

◊ “The new motive is going to be-!” “Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries a book.” Byakuya sighed, turning on his heels and catwalking away.

◊ ...

◊ “IT’S PUNISHMENT TIME-!” “MONOKUMA WAIT NO-”

Leon

◊ Would go to every one of your shows.

◊ Would act like an absolute mom in the crowd.

◊*holding a video camera* You’re doing great sweetie!.

◊”That’s my girl!”

◊ You’d get embarrassed every time he does that.

◊ Hypes you up when you get nervous before going on stage.

◊ In back stage, he’d praise you and give you a bouquet of flowers.

◊ Where did they come from? When did he have time to get flowers when he was yelling in the crowed??

◊ Helps you rehearse lines even if he has no idea what they’re about.

◊ Will fight anyone that makes mean comments towards you.

◊ Even if it’s just constructive criticism, he will take it as an insult.

◊ “Hey s/o! You did great! Maybe next time you could-”

◊ Leon: “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY PUNK!? DO YOU KNOW WHO SHE IS?! I HAVE FRICKING ARMS OF STEEL, I WILL-”

◊ Will take every chance to pick you up and call you a queen.

◊ When you guys watch other plays together, he always says how you’d play a better role or that you’d do so much better.

◊ He is pretty jealous of your talent, he has always wanted to be a singer instead of a baseball star, but his ultimate wouldn’t allow that.

◊ So if you let him sing some musical song duets with you, his heart will be so full.

◊ You make him so happy, he almost breaks into cries.

◊ You two of weekly karoake nights, always singing some Heather’s duet together.

◊ One time, you, Sayaka and Leon sang the Candy Store song, Leon being Heather Chandler, Sayaka as Heather Duke, and you as Heather McNamara.

◊ It was... amazing.

◊ Everyone was cheering, clapping and it praising all of you.

◊ You made Leon feel alive, and he really, really loves you for that.

Toko

◊ She loves your ultimate, and fangirls over you a bunch.

◊ She’s amazed at your confidence to go up in stage, knowing she could never do that.

◊ She thinks your confidence is kinda hot, and decides she is in love.

◊ Likes to add a character in her books that are a lot like you, maybe making them a broadway actress-

◊ She thinks about you a lot, sometimes accidentally blurting out how pretty you were in your last performance in front of everybody.

◊ You confronted her for it, and she almost passed out.

◊ “W-w-why d-do you think t-t-that? D-d-do you th-think you’re b-better than m-me or so-something?” 

◊ You already know her and her inferiority complex, so you don’t take offence to what she said, simply replying with, “I think you’re really cute.”

◊ Toko goes silent, except for a few “!??!??” noises that came out of her.

◊ “... U-uh, a-are you j-joking, be-because that isn’t f-funny!” She flushes, denying that you complimented her.

◊ “I’m not joking, here’s my number! Call me, kay?” You grinned before turning on your heel.

◊ She’s kinda dumbfounded, did her crush just ask her out??

◊ She denies it hard at first, not believing that you asked her out.

◊ Thus, not calling you.

◊ Well, I mean, she kinda did.

◊ She dialed your number one day, feeling a bit lonely.

◊ But as she heard your morning voice, she squeaked and hung up quickly.

◊ She felt her face turn into a fireball, her thoughts going into overdrive from how attractive your voice sounded.

◊ Your voice, she was attracted to your voice.

◊ The next day, when you ask her about what that call was about, she denies it and calls you stupid.

◊ Sprinting away while she screamed, “I-i-idiot!!”

◊ Acts like an absolute tsundere around you.

◊ You constantly flirt with her, trying to get her to accept a date with you.

◊ Being the dramatic hoe you are, you try and give her a declaration of your love.

◊ Knowing she is the Ultimate Writer, and into poems, you write one for her.

◊ You declared your love during one of your plays, knowing she sat in the crowd somewhere.

◊ You interrupted a scene and jumped off stage, “Toko Fukawa!”

◊ Her head perked up in surprise, eyes widening as she saw you on one knee for her.

◊ “W-what are you d-doing!?” She yelped, moving her legs away from you. 

◊ “I am in love with you. Completely and utterly in love with you, everyday when I see you so immersed in writing a book, I believe I am looking at an angel.”

◊ The crowd stared at the both of you, gasps and aws filling the air.

◊ Toko flushed, you watched her while she wrote?

◊ “For every time you’ve told me I was a fool, an idiot, you weren’t wrong. Because I am a fool, a fool in love with you.” You had one had on your chest, looking into her eyes sincerely.

◊ Her eyes glossed over so slightly you couldn’t see, looking around at the crowd before uttering out, “Y-y-you r-really love m-me, h-huh?” Her face contorting into a lopsided smirk, watching as you giggled.

◊ You laughed out, “Absolutely.” 

◊ WHY DID THIS TURN INTO A ONESHOT WHAT WHY WHAT WHYYY

note; thank you so much for reading and sorry for the wait!! we tried our best to finish these together, thank you so much for your patience.

[cades-outsider]

Older Daniel LaRusso X Reader

Warnings: Mentions of SMUT! VERY LIGHT SMUT! POSSIBLY LANGUAGE!

The past is Present; 2

Nothing much really happened on the way back to the dealer ship, it was mostly silence but comfortable silence. Daniel came to terms that he knew what he done was wrong but did he regret it? No.

It felt right, on both sides. I mean yeah Daniel didn't know how this would work, but he knew he wanted you to be apart of his life and you knew you wanted him to be apart of your life.

"So are we going to talk about what happened?" Daniel questions bashfully.

"Daniel....-" You sigh guiltily "-that love we had never went away for me, but you have a family and I can't ruin that" You say feeling the guilt of what happened rush through your veins.

You didn't regret what happened at all, and neither did Daniel hit the guilt hit hard especially since you didn't want to break up a family.

  "I know Y/n, that love never went away for me either. I was a mess after you moved, and these past twenty years I spent sulking because I missed every part of you" He finishes, finally getting the words he always wanted out.

  You pull into the dealer ship, taking the keys out of the ignition and stepping out of the car Daniel doing so as well.

  "Can't we just sneak around...?" Daniel suggests as if it's nothing.

"Daniel...." You start but he cuts you off.

"I know what you're going to say, and I agree but I can't help that my heart pulls me to you Y/n. I love you and I'll say it over and over again" He pleads.

  His brown eyes pleading yours, you couldn't help but smile "i love you Daniel".

  "So does that mean?" He gestures between you to, as his expression becomes happy.

  "Yes it does" You smile.

  "Great! I'll pick you up at eight!" Daniel says as he walks up to you and hands you the keys.

  "And this one is on me, from that time you saved me and I never got to repay you back" He says as you remember the time another round of bullies almost beat him to a pulp and then you stepped in.

  "Daniel that's sweet but I told you-"

  "I know 'you didn't need any repaying'" He recites.

You giggle, "alright, then thank you Mr. LaRusso" You tease.

He shakes his head "you still got it" he compliments.

You smirk "always".

"So what should I wear?" You ask politely.

"Come as your beautiful self Ms. L/n" Daniel teases.

You shake your head "that sounds fair" you determine.

"I'll see you at 8" You recite from earlier as Daniel begins to walk backwards, still keeping his eyes on you.

"At eight!" He repeats as he finally walks closer to the dealer ship "oh and I'll bring the paper work!" He finishes.

"Sounds good!" You say as you get into your new car, ready to start an exciting adventure with your first and only love.

  On the way back to your apartment everything just seemed so much alive. You felt much more alive, it had been years since you seen Daniel and even though your both going to be together in different circumstances you still enjoyed it.

Time flew by fast, eight o'clock rolled around the corner in what felt like just minutes. You were already ready, your most fanciest dress that brought out your piercing eyes.

Soon there was a knock on your door, with a last nervous sigh you open the door to see a nervous looking Daniel in a black tuxedo.

"Looking good Mr. LaRusso" You tease.

He looks up from looking at the ground "wow- I- you look beautiful as always Y/n" he says baffled.

"Charming as always Daniel" You say remember you and Daniel when you were younger.

He chuckles and holds out his hand for you to take which you do so, closing your door behind you.

  He walks you to his car and opens the passenger door letting you in, before going to his side and getting in. Cranking the car up he begins driving to your destination. "So where are we headed Mr. LaRusso?" You question, curiously.

  "Well Ms. L/n, that I cannot reveal seeing as it is a surprise" He replies causing you to giggle, classic Daniel always full of surprises.

A few minutes later you arrived at a small cabin that was lit up with fairy lights and lightening bugs flying around. "Wow..." you gasp at the beautiful sight in front of you.

Daniel gets out of his side of the car and goes to yours, opening the door for you. You step out and Daniel grabs your hand helping you up.

"It's beautiful" You say mesmerized as Daniel shuts the door.

"I thought you'd think so, I know when we were younger you loves these fairy lights" He comments, with a huge smile.

"Of course you remembered" You giggle playfully.

"Come on, let's go in shall we" Daniel asks holding his hand out for you to take, which you do so.

He leads you into the lit up cabin, the first the you see is a fire in the fireplace and a pic-nick like setting on the wooden table.

He leads you over to the table, sitting you down as he grabs two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. He pops it open, pouring some in each glass.

"Here you are my lady" Daniel says with a playful smile, handing it to you.

  You offer him a kind smile before taking the glass, "to good times and new memories" He says holding up his glass clinking it with yours.

  "To new memories" You recite happily.

  Both in sync you take a sip causing you both to smile at each-other, "so where do we catch-up at?" You question.

"Well-" He takes a seat beside you "-how about we start... when you left" Daniel states, taking another sip of wine.

"Daniel... that was one of the hardest times for me, leaving you" You say guiltily.

"Y/n, why didn’t you tell me? Why did you just- leave?" He asks heartbroken as his voice cracks up a bit.

"Daniel I am so sorry for not telling you, I just didn’t want to see the look on your face when I told you" You say feeling all the guilt rush at once.

"So leaving was better than spending the last day we would’ve had together?" He questions almost angrily.

"Daniel that would’ve made it harder, for the both of us" You reason.

"Oh so you’re saying it would’ve been a mistake?" He asks going off topic.

"What? No! Of course not, where did you get that from?" You question, now heated.

Daniel sighs as he sits his glass down, he gets up from his seat and walks to you grabbing your glass and sitting it down as well. He rests his hands on both of the armrests hovering over you

"Why don’t you make it up to me now" He hums.

Your breathing hitches as you subconsciously lean back into the chair causing Daniel to follow your lead, your body’s touching.

He leans closer to you and places his lips on yours, you lean your body into his as he rests his hands on your waist pulling you closer. He picks you up causing your legs to wrap around his waist.

"Let me make love to you Y/n"

MORNING

You wake up with a groan as the light shines through the room, you turn over to your side to see Daniel laying on his side facing you, he looks so peaceful.

The sound of an alarm goes off causing Daniel to snuggle closer to you before hitting the alarm shutting it off "good morning love" he groans in his morning voice.

"Good morning" You say lovingly as you sit up, revealing your naked chest.

Daniel sits up and getting on top of you kissing down your neck to your chest causing you to laugh at his action.

-

Over the course of three months you and Daniel snuck around here and there, You both almost got caught one time when Daniel couldn’t contain himself and you both had let’s say deli vu of what happened back at the cabin three months prior.

Everything was going great until Daniel came to you with some important news as he called it. He places a document of papers in front of you causing you to furrow your brows.

"What are these?" You question letting your eyes run over the documents.

"It’s uh divorce papers, Amanda already signed them- she uh actually came to me and confessed that she wasn’t in love with me anymore and I admitted to being in love with you and we both decided to uh- separate" Daniel confesses as he feels his heart beat out of his chest, waiting for your response.

"Daniel- I uh don’t know what to say" You say speechless.

"I want to be with you Y/n" He says sitting down in front of you.

"I want to be with you to Daniel but what about Sam, and Anthony" You question confused.

"That’s already been taking care of, Sam wants to stay with me and Anthony- he wants to stay with Amanda" He confesses, his piercing brown eyes staring into yours.

"Okay" You say still hesitant.

"Okay?" Daniel questions happily.

"Okay!" You say smiling, now completely sure.

"Let’s finish our journey baby"

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Thank you to @peachymelon69 for requesting a part 2!

[thebeebi]

your little games pt. 11

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings: fluff in later chapters, smut, non-con, mention of r*pe attempt, implied murder and many more! Read only if you are okay with these topics!

genre: historical AU, 18th century?

word count: 3k+ [part 11]

a/n: Hello! I hinted this and I am so excited to say that we are finally going to see what is Jungkook thinking (well to some extent). I hope you will like this chapter and are excited as much as me! ♥ Love you and enjooooy :)

taglist: @njrwifey​ @danietoww04​  @kaithezaftig​​ @she-is-dreaming​  [If you want to be added, just let me know :)]

You ran away from the man who tried to take an advantage of you. You stabbed him and escaped. Escaped to the arms of the handsome captain who was even worse than the man you just killed.

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You quickly shook your head and got nervous because his hand on your cheek started burning your skin. You knew that feeling and softly pulled yourself away. He knows that he has this kind of effect on me, yet he does it anyway. You thought about how close he was. He knows how much his touch scares me, yet he... You closed your eyes, trying to calm down. He was everywhere, surrounding you. At first, you almost paid no attention to his thighs but the soft touch on your cheek reminded you how close he actually was. “This one,” Jungkook pointed at one of the sketches. You opened your eyes and looked over to the side, curious what kind of dresses he likes. “It will look good in the golden colour. My wife will look beautiful in it.” Then he looked over other sketches, putting one aside noting that it looked too cheap. He chose another five dress and rejected two of the designs Mrs Dubois strongly recommended.

You were watching him speechless. He picked everything you would have chosen and what he rejected, you would have also rejected. It was like he was reading your mind. Jungkook then stood up and walked around checking out different dresses. He picked a few more and then returned to Mrs Dubois, paying her for all of them. You were surprised by how many dresses he actually got you. It was way more than you expected. You would have never chosen that many, not even if you were rich enough to do that. It felt surreal that he was this generous after what he told you before. “Do you agree with all of the dress I chose for you, my dear?” He asked you smiling but you knew it would not matter if you agreed or not. He bought the dresses for his own satisfaction and entertainment, so he could see you in dresses he liked. But you agreed with all of them anyways, you liked them. How could you disagree when he picked out the most beautiful ones?

You nodded. “You are really generous.” Jungkook looked at you from above, having a clear sight on your showing bust because the dress you were wearing was too revealing. Before he would love to see you in them but now it was different. He wanted to touch you right there and then but he reminded himself of his warning and promise. He looked away, making his way to Mrs Dubois. “I need one more,” he sighed. “ A dress my wife could wear right away.” Mrs Dubois looked around the shop thinking. Out of nowhere she randomly gasped and smiled. “Oui, monsieur, I have the perfect one I finished yesterday!” With that, she disappeared behind the curtain and brought back the dress. “Something like this?” You could hear her voice before she appeared once again. She showed Jungkook the dress that was made of sky blue velvet material. “Yes, pack them up for us. Now we will go look for some accessories to compliment the dresses we bought. Mrs Dubois, we are leaving in a week so I expect you to have everything ready by then.” The dressmaker opened her mouth to protest. “But, sir, that is impossible! At least a month please!” Jungkook shook his head. “I am sorry but we are leaving in a week so I will bring my wife back here in three days for the last measurements. In a week, I want everything on my ship. If you will make it till then and the dresses will be in good quality, I will pay you double, if not, then it is your loss. Do you agree?” Mrs Dubois could not let such an offer go free, so she nodded and shook Jungkook’s hand in agreement. “Very well, Monsieur Jeon. We have an agreement.”

The shops were full of well-dressed ladies and elegantly dressed gentlemen, that were pushing through each other to get to the place they wanted. They reminded you of yourself when you used to go happily to these shops with your father as a little girl. Your mood got suddenly better since the thoughts of childhood were always nice. You talked to the shopkeepers smiling, trying on the different kinds of accessories, laughing at yourself in the mirror, seeing how funny you looked. You were walking from one side of the shop to the other, charming everyone with your personality. Jungkook did not say anything, just nodded at the sellers whenever you wore something he liked. Well, he bought basically everything you tried because he liked how it looked on you.

He did not say anything even when you touched him and pulled him to another shop. He did not protest, he just let you guide him wherever you wanted. You never asked him for anything though, you never expected him to buy you anything. You just felt happy enough to be able to try on different accessories and to look at everything. You were watching all those charming ladies walking in front of you and laughed at their not-so-fit husbands that were trying to follow them. The smile on your face was genuine, you really enjoyed it because you felt like there were no worries in the world at that moment. You turned around, looking at different props of the shop that were decorating the interior and your hair was flying behind you whenever you turned too quickly. The men in the shop, even though they were attending to their wives, could not take their eyes off you.

The sun almost set down, once you stood still in front of the window of the shop. You were silently looking at the wooden crib. You softly touched the glass, as if you wanted to feel the connection with the crib behind it. You bit your lower lip and turned to Jungkook. He walked closer to you and looked at the crib.  “I have a better one at home.” He told you. “It was mine but it is still in great condition. Mary always wanted me to have a child and use it as soon as possible.” You opened your mouth nodding then furrowed your eyebrows confused. “Mary?”

Jungkook smiled at the name. “Yeah, a woman who is taking care of my household.” He answered. “She had been working for our family even before I was born,” Jungkook turned to the main road and waved at the carriage. You walked closer to him and he continued. His voice was different than it was a few seconds ago. It was rough and you did not like the change one bit. “Mary was waiting for me to get married and become a father” He looked at you from the corner of his eye, head still looking ahead. “I am sure she will be happy once she sees you. When we come to my hometown, you will be pretty big.”  You pulled the cloak that was on your shoulders around your belly. “You were supposed to get married once you came back. I am sure Mary is going to hate me for this.”

“She will not.” The tone of his voice did not allow you to ask any more questions. He looked at the incoming carriage. You weren’t sure why she would not hate you for what they…and you did to Jungkook. Something felt off but you weren’t sure what. When the carriage stopped in front of you, Jungkook told the carter the name of the tavern you were staying at, he put into the carriage all the accessories he bought for you and then he helped you get on. You slowly sat down and it felt like all the exhaustion came crashing down on you. The shopping was tiring and now all you wanted was to get to bed and sleep. You closed your eyes once you saw that Jungkook sat next to you.

Jungkook was looking at your head that started leaning on his broad shoulder. He softly took your head and placed it on his chest. You were softly mumbling in your sleep and your hand was falling into his loin unknowingly. Jungkook held his breath. The colour of his face disappeared and was cursing himself, for letting you have this kind of effect on him. You were driving him crazy. He was feeling as he were a virgin, who is preparing to have his first experience with a woman. One second he was feeling hot and was sweating, then in the other the blood in his veins froze and he could not move. Jungkook was the type of man who could get any woman he wanted without any bigger effort. He used to have sex for his own entertainment so this kind of feeling he is feeling right now is something new for him. You were too inexperienced and he was barely holding himself back from pulling you to his embrace. Where are my sanity and self-control? Where are they? Have they jumped down the dwell when I threatened her that I will never treat her as a husband? Am I acting like this because I realised I cannot touch her and that is why she became so desirable? He asked himself yet he knew it was not the case. He wanted you even when you disappeared and he thought he would never see you again. What are you doing to me, Y/N? You are almost not old enough to carry my child, yet you are here. So close. Jungkook’s inner fight was strong. His thought and reasonings could not deny the fact that he wanted to touch you, that he wanted to make love to you. He wanted you right there and then, he did not want to control himself. How long am I going to last with you by my side? How long am I going to last while watching your naked body without actually touching it? He sighed and clenched his jaw. He could not do anything with you even though he wanted it. He could not simply forget his threats. He swore he would make you pay for everything you did to him. No one is going to blackmail me without punishment. The pride will not let me do that. She is just a woman and they are all the same. I will get my mind off her once I see someone else. I have never met someone I could not get out of my mind. He reasoned within himself. But Y/N is…different. It would be unfair to her to say that is is not. He thought about all kinds of women that he slept with. They were all willing and very passionate when it came to love. They knew what they were doing but you were different. You were innocent, pure and he took your virginity by force. He was well-aware that you knew nothing about the men and love. And now you are his wife and are expecting his child. Only that reason is enough to say you are different. How could I forget the fact you are my wife, little one? That reason alone is enough to say you are different than them. He said looking at your sleeping figure. He was about to caress your cheek but the carriage abruprtly stopped in front of the tavern.

“Y/N?” he whispered softly with his lips almost touching your hair. “Should I carry to the room?” You moved your head that was leaning onto his chest. “What?” You asked while still being half-asleep. “Should I carry you to the room?” You opened your eyes, still in a daze. “No,” You answered but you did not even attempt to stand up. Jungkook smiled and covered your hand with his. “If you want, little one, we can ride around the town for a little bit more.” With a squeak, you sit straight up and pulled your hand from his. When you saw his smirk, you blushed and would love to die right away without feeling so much embarrassment. You jumped up and passed him by to open the door of the carriage. You almost fell out but Jungkook quickly held your waist to save you. He pulled you in the carriage and sat you up on his lap. “Did you want to kill yourself?” He asked coldly. You covered your face screaming “I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU.” Jungkook’s expression changed to even colder one. “Oh, I am sure you do.” He said sarcastically. “After all, if you did not meet me, you would still be living with your wonderful aunt while being treated like a rug and hiding your nakedness underneath the dresses that were ten times bigger than you needed. You would be hiding in the hellhole as an old virgin and you would never get to experience what it feels like to be a mother. Yes, how cruel and hateful of me to take you away from that wonderful place. You were so happy there and I should be struck with a bolt of lightning to actually take you away from such a peaceful place.” He stayed silent for a bit just to continue even more harshly. “You do not even know how many times I regretted that I let you seduce me with your looks and did not find out you were just a kid. Now I will have you around for the rest of my life and just thinking about it makes me mad. Oh only if I castrated myself before meeting you, I would have lived my life in peace!” Your shoulder drooped down and you let the tears you were holding out.  You covered your eyes with the back of your arm and cried like a lost child. You never wanted to be a burden. You never wanted to be hated and unwanted.

When Jungkook saw how is your petite body shaking, the itch to hurt you disappeared. He frowned and the smirk from earlier disappeared. His chest felt heavy while looking for a handkerchief in his pockets. “Where did you put the handkerchief?” He sighed. “I cannot find it.” You shook your head while he was still holding you in the embrace. “I don’t know.” You replied in-between the sobs and panting for air. You wiped your tears into the hem of the dress while Jungkook was looking through your pockets. Meanwhile, the carter hopped down from his seat and walked to the open door. He looked inside asking unsurely. “Can I do something for madam?” He opened the door wider. “I heard the cry and it breaks my heart whenever I hear a woman cry.” Jungkook looked at him still frowning and kept looking for the handkerchief. “Thank you for the offer but my wife is upset that I will not let her mother live with us. When she will realise, that tears are not going to change my decision, she will stop.” The carter smirked at the remark. “In that case, I will leave it all up to you, sir. I should have been this straightforward when I got married too. I wouldn’t have been living with a witch now.” With that, he returned to the horses and Jungkook finally found the handkerchief that was hidden near your right breast. He pulled it out and wiped your tears, then let you blow your nose. “Are you feeling better?” He asked. “Can we go to the room, now?” When you nodded, Jungkook put the handkerchief back to the place he found it and let you stand up. Once you did so, he patted your butt and walked down the stairs of the carriage to help you down.

The tavern was loud, full of shouts of drunk sailors. Jungkook was pulling you through the tavern up the stairs to your room, hiding your red puffy face from the sight of the others. Jimin was sitting near the fireplace when he saw you and his captain, he jumped up and quickly followed you. When Jungkook opened the door to let you in, Jimin stood still in front of him listening to all of his commands. Jimin nodded and left to carry them out. With that Jungkook entered the room and closed to door behind himself, looking at you standing in front of the small sink, washing your face.

“Jimin went to grab food. I will not eat here today and I would like you to not go out of the room. I don’t think it would be safe without me. If you need anything, Jimin is going to be in front of the room. Ask him to do anything you want,” You looked at him over your shoulder whispering a soft: “Thank you.” Without any other words, Jungkook turned and left the room. You kept on looking at the closed door sadly.

The soft movement was like a swing of butterfly’s wings and it was so gentle, that is almost felt unreal. You were laying still underneath the blanket in the bed. You were worried that if you moved, the movement inside your belly would stop. You smiled once you felt it again but this time it was stronger. Your hand slid down to cup your belly and suddenly all your thoughts cleared up a little. Even though Jungkook was right, it was not easy. You would not get out of your aunt’s house to enjoy yourself. She would have watched you for the rest of your life if Jungkook did not take you away. You felt the movement again.

I will be a mother now and he will hate me for making me become that. But does it really have to be like that? It is hard to show him gratitude and affection when I know that he hates the ground I am walking on and the air that I breathe. He said he regretted meeting me. He would rather not be a man than to have me by his side. He was nice so far even though he hates me. I have to show him how grateful I am, I have to show him I am not a kid anymore but is not going to be easy. You were scared. Scared of him, his touch and things he is making you feel. But you wanted to try.

Chapter 12

a/n: The important question is: Did Y/N overreacted or nah? I am just curious about your opinion. Also, we are slowly but surely getting to the middle of the story! It is a long series I know! HAHHAA I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Love you all ♥ 

[deceasedanddesist]

eyes off you ( hermione granger )

this is for kelly’s 3k writing challenge!! @anchoeritic ily kells<3

pairing: hermione granger x slytherin!reader ( half blood prince )

gender neutral! reader ( if there is a mistake or i accidentally used she/her pronouns let me know and ill fix it! )

warnings: small mentions of abuse at home, other than that just fluff and awkwardness.

notes: inspired by the song ‘eyes off you’ by prettymuch, the lyrics are bolded and italicized. y/n is the biggest simp. please ignore my grammar mistakes and my horrendous sentence structure. this also gives off major jily vibes, so do what you will with that information. I kinda went off with this I'm so sorry if it starts to get boring. images are from pinterest.

word count - 1.9k

hermione granger was a stubborn girl, that was one thing you knew for sure. when the two of you first met she had been adamant on hating your guts, excessive flirting and all. it was your persistence is what really got through to her; like starting to hang out in the library because you knew she would be there, and helping her pick up her books when some asshole seventh year—adorning the same infamous emerald green you did—tripped her up in the hall ( although not before threatening the bugger in her honour first ).

at the end of the day, the little acts of service were the things that made hermione swallow her pride and finally go on a damn date with you. at first, harry and ron were in utter shock that the girl was even considering going on a date with “the enemy” as they oh-so-subtly put it. but she just told them they were being overly dramatic, and that their input into who she decides to date was simply inadequate. so was it ever the surprise that one day when you finally worked up the courage to ask her, she actually said yes.

“are you serious?” you had expressed your complete disbelief of the words you just heard come out of the curly haired girls mouth.

“yes y/n, i am dead serious.” she had echoed back to you, looking thoroughly amused.

you were astonished, the girl that you quite frankly couldn’t take your eyes off of since fifth year actually agreed to go out with you. the gryffindor girl specifically that you had set your sights on, ignoring the warnings from your friends and backlash from your family, it had all paid off. becoming more defiant with your family last summer was no easy deed, but you knew the yelling and even the hitting was better than whatever they were scheming up for you this summer. lord voldemort was getting even closer to making sure he had a solid, fucked up, but loyal fanbase and you knew you would soon be a part of it if you didn’t get your shit together. you pretty much had a foolproof plan to get the hell out of your psycho household, you just needed to wait for the right moment to act on it.

amidst all of this, you knew it was dangerous to get involved with a muggle born, and you knew you were being selfish by risking yours and hermione’s lives. but there was something about her. the way she would make you feel when your insistent nagging got her lips to turn up just a little bit, or when you did something particularly embarrassing and finally got a boisterous laugh to erupt from her mouth in the middle of potions ( snape was not happy with the two of you ).

so you knew it was dangerous, you really did. but as soon as you saw hermione in the corridor right outside of the slytherin common rooms, waiting for you like you had anxiously asked her to after dinner yesterday, you knew you were down bad. you knew you were down bad because as soon as you saw her face drop when draco malfoy approached her, your heart lurched and you basically sprinted to where she was standing. she was in the middle of telling malfoy to shut up when you slid up beside her and threw an arm around her shoulder ( because protective instincts.... duh! ), somehow managing to simultaneously tell him to “sod off” and flip him the bird while hermione sunk into your side like there's no place she’d rather be.

as the two of you ran off, you couldn't help but mutter into her ear “mione, i'm not sure.....but i think his father will be hearing about this.”

you had a feeling that the laugh she let out was one you’d be hearing in your dreams for a while.

“so, where would you like to take me y/n.” she spoke, the air of the previous laughter still heard in her voice.

“tell me anything you wanna do.”

she hummed  “i don't know. how about the three broomsticks?”

while you were mulling it over, she slipped her hand in yours. your head immediately turned to meet her eyes.

there's no touch or feeling

pleasure or pain

anything like the way you're runnin' through my veins

the sudden affection had you choked up, and you had to clear your throat before continuing “um, that sounds great.”

as soon as the consent left your lips she was dragging you up the road and into the warmth of the pub, where madame rosmerta greeted the two of you at the front door. hands still intertwined, you ordered two butterbeer before wandering off into a booth. it was cozy, and you found yourself ravishing in the feeling of it all; going on hogsmeade dates, holding hands, and curling up in a booth with your drinks. it wasn’t long before you and hermione were mindlessly chatting about anything and everything, falling so deeply into conversation. only breaking out when you make her laugh, or when you go speechless at the broad smile that completely lights up her face, something that you noticed was specifically reserved for silly stories about harry and ron or her parents. you hoped that someday she would be able to talk about you with that marvellous smile on her face.

“you’re staring.” she looked adorably embarrassed at the sentiment, heat rising to her cheeks.

“I just can't take my eyes off of you.” it was a bold ( albeit true ) statement, and hermione swore to merlin you looked like you never meant any other utterance more.

“that's very generous of you, but i'm afraid i'm not that attractive.”

you looked at her in complete disbelief, “okay, okay, i’m going to wholeheartedly disregard what you just said,” taking a pause for dramatic effect “because you are the single most beautiful girl i've ever laid my eyes on, hermione granger.”

if the girl wasn’t blushing before, she was now. the way she was scrunching up her nose was the cutest, and you found her obvious inability to take a compliment quite charming. it actually boosted your own confidence, and you found yourself wanting to shower her with praises for the rest of your life just to see her reaction over and over again.

“what?” you teased, a sly smile making its way onto your face, “don't tell me potter and co deprive you of the flattery you deserve.”

the way she tilted her head and had her eyes narrowed ever so slightly told you everything you needed to know, she watched as your eyes widened in shock but shook it off because of the awkward air that was suddenly formed over the topic.

you were quite literally panicking, what if you just ruined everything? curse your slytherin ambition, you must’ve gone too far with your allusive comments. hermione hadn’t talked for about five minutes now, opting to finish her butterbeer, and the energy full of endless conversation dissipated long ago. your mug was still half full, sitting in front of you. you were just sitting there, staring at it, frantically searching your brain for something to talk about but you were fucking blanking. you were failing at pretty much the only thing you pride yourself on, and it happened to be the thing that got hermione to even go out with you in the first place.

once hermione was finished nursing her drink, you decided to speak now before she decided to make up an excuse to leave. “I'm sorry if I went too far, I do that sometimes and I made you uncomfortable, and i'm so sorry.”

then, she did the one thing you would have never even fathomed. she laughed. the girl was chortling, her head thrown back and when she finally came down from her fit she had tears running down her face.

“I'm sorry,” she said, noticing your eyebrows furrowed in concern “i've just never had someone apologize for complimenting me.”

you let out an anxious chuckle, “well you did kind of stop talking there, i figured i hit a nerve.”

“oh no! i just used to, um, fancy ron and he hasn't complimented me nearly as much in 6 years then you’ve had in an hour.” she stumbled over her words a bit as she spoke, evidently uncomfortable discussing her previous crush on weasley.

“well,” you dragged on, “i think you deserve all the flattery in the world.”

you swore to salazar slytherin himself her smile lit up the whole room, and your heart swelled when she reached over the table to grab both of your hands and link them with hers.

“how about we go for a walk, the black lake maybe?” the suggestion brought your attention to how dark it had gotten outside, you estimated that you had about an hour till the sun set. you smirked.

“I see you’re trying to snag a sunset kiss by the black lake, granger.”

your smirk turned into a full on smile as she got flustered once again, biting her lower lip.

“it's absolutely barbaric that you would allude to that, l/n.” the sarcasm was clear in her tone as you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

leaving the three broomsticks hand in hand once again, the two of you made your way down to the lake. you take off the sweater you were wearing to spread it across the grass for you and hermione to settle yourselves on. it wasn't very big, but neither of you seemed to mind as you snuggled into each other against the nights breeze. your arm making its way around her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her head on your shoulder.

you two watched the sunset in silence. it wasn’t awkward like a few minutes ago, there wasn’t a need to fill it with dialogue, it was completely comfortable. hermione adjusted under your arm and turned her head to look at you, the sudden change in direction making a few curls get caught in her glossed lips. before she could even lift her arm, you were already there, brushing her hair behind her ear. your hand found its home behind her neck as you angled your head to brush your nose against hers, her lip unconsciously making its way in between her teeth again.

you took a sharp breath and spoke, “every little thing you do drives me wild.”  

“are you gonna give me that kiss, or keep talk-”

you could feel her words melt away against your lips as you took action and pushed her head towards yours. her hands tightening around your waist and her soft sighs as your lips connect act as reminders that she wants this as much as you, and you are so damn thankful that she leans back in after you separate to take a breath.

and the sun sets with the two of you, hanging onto each other like you were each others lifelines, previous thoughts about your family or the stupid slytherin/gryffindor feud are long gone by now. 

you decide that you can deal with all of your problems in the near future, because now you have hermione safe in your arms, and that's more than enough motivation for you to stay right where you are.

[aethwrs]

Magic

Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

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Agatha was lost in her thought while feeding and petting Señor Scratchy, when suddenly a loud knock on the door pulled her out of her trance.

Adjusting her plaid black and white dress and now holding the surprisingly big and soft rabbit between her arms, she made her way to the door, walking and swinging her hips exaggeratedly.

Pushing the door open, she was shocked to see a new face, since it was almost impossible for her to not notice when someone new arrived to Westview… she should’ve sensed it.

Agatha realised that she had been staring questioningly at the lady in front of her for a longer time that she should have, when such lady waved her hand close to her face trying to get her attention.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you” the woman said, thinking she had scared her new neighbour since Agatha’s face still showed nothing other than a sceptical expression, which she immediately changed to a dazzling and distracting smile. “I- I am y/n by the way, I’m new here”

“Oh no, darling! You didn’t scare me, you’re actually quite a sight if you ask me” Agatha winked and looked her up and down, her shameless attempt of flirting working perfectly since the next thing she saw were y/n’s cheeks turning a soft pink colour, only making Agatha’s amused grin get bigger. “My name’s Agnes, it’s lovely to meet you” she moved aside, linking arms with her newest neighbour and leading her into the house.

Y/n thought that people in the town were boring, what she never thought was that she would meet someone like Agnes, who even after just some minutes of barely talking was already driving her crazy in the best possible way.

Sitting on an old-fashioned, yet stylish couch, waiting for Agnes to come back from the kitchen with the tea she said she’d bring, y/n picked up from the coffee table a book with a black cover and purple letters, being the curious person that she was, she opened it and started reading or trying to read what was written inside it. Not a single word seemed to make sense for her and just when she was about to continue searching thought the pages, Agatha appeared on the door frame of the living with a tray full of cookies and two cups of hot tea.

Almost dropping everything on the floor when she saw the book in y/n’s hands, Agatha didn’t hesitate before taking away the book with her free hand and placing it in the wooden bookcase. Her sudden actions confused the other woman, who just looked at her in silence until Agatha’s voice broke the silence.

"Wanda forgot this diary here, I’ll return it to her later” she chuckled, taking one of the cups of tea and offering it to y/n who gladly accepted it and completely shrugged off the previous book situation. “Well dear, tell me about yourself, someone like you must have a pretty interesting life” Agatha spoke trying to start conversation, only to see a frown appear on y/n’s forehead.

"This might sound weird but…I can’t remember anything” y/n almost whispered the last part, resting her hands on her temple and trying to remember something…anything…about herself. Looking up at Agatha, who was staring at her with a plain expression on her face, she simply started laughing.

The laugh of the cheery woman was reason enough for Agatha to start laughing too.

"Oh darling, you're something else" Agatha teased making y/n roll her eyes playfully, both of them still trying to catch their breaths after laughing.

"I'll take the compliment, Agnes" y/n winked, the same thing Agatha had done a few moments ago, this time causing the brunette to blush slightly.

"Oh please do" Agatha responded, wondering how could it be so easy for them to talk freely when they had just met.

Before both of them could realise, the moon had risen and it was night time, meaning that they've been talking all the afternoon.

With the promise of seeing each other any other time soon, y/n walked down to her house not knowing that someone couldn't keep her out of their mind.

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As promised, both of them continued to hang out together even if it was for dinners at each other’s houses or just to take a walk around the town.

They were inseparable. Not that any of them would want it other way.

But the truth was that as the time passed, both women started developing feelings for each other. Feelings that were stronger than the ones that two persons who were just friends would have.

Many people in the town would think that they were together but none of them was brave enough to ask.

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The day of the talent’s show had arrived and Agatha and y/n decided that they’d go together as a comedy duo.

Once their little show was done, they sat on a table with the rest of the public, currently watching Wanda and Vision’s act, which was anything but normal.

As their show kept getting weirder and weirder, y/n started to think that there was something wrong going on. Looking at her friend willing to tell her how concerned she was, she couldn’t help but notice something that looked like purple mist coming from Agatha’s hands as she moved her fingers carefully, not noticing the face of pure fear and shock on y/n’s face as she watched her do that.

“Agnes….?” y/n asked, her voice coming out as a low whisper whilst she continued staring at the other woman’s hands.

Agatha turned her head to look at her after hearing her name, the smile she had disappearing almost instantly once she noticed the fear written on the younger lady’s face.

“What’s going on, darling? You look as if you’ve seen a ghost” She chuckled and with her hand reached for y/n’s cheek, only for her to push it away still with the same expression as before. “y/n-”

“Your hands…you were-” she mimicked Agatha’s hand movements making the beautiful witch realise the problem. “They were glowing…what was that, Ness?”

Agatha sighed, her eyes turning a deep shade of purple as she looked at y/n with sadness, knowing what she should do next. “My name’s Agatha” she watched as y/n let out an audible gasp, suddenly feeling overly overwhelmed. “and I’m sorry, dear” she whispered, with her hands directing a wave of purple mist straight to y/n’s head that for her surprise, was stopped midway.

“No!” y/n stammered and put her arms up in defence.

Out of the blue, a shiny blue spark came from y/n’s hands which stopped Agatha’s attempt of controlling her. Agatha was left speechless whilst y/n couldn’t believe what just happened.

That blue mist came from her. She did that.

She was scared of herself.

Not wasting any second, she got up from her chair and trying not to drag anyone’s attention towards her, ran to the nearest empty room

Agatha knew how scared she was; it didn’t take a genius to realise that. Y/n had seen her manipulate the show with her magic and at the same time, realised that she had magic too. If there was someone who could help with that, Agatha knew that it was herself.

Getting out of that talents show and making up an excuse to tell to Dottie,Agatha ran behind y/n, finding her sitting in the corner of a dark room, apparently crying.

Slowly approaching her, Agatha knelt besides y/n, gently moving her hair away from her face. The action made y/n flinch and trying to calm her shaky body, she whispered “Please don’t hurt me”.

Hurt flashed through Agatha’s features as the simple thought of y/n thinking she’d hurt her. She could never do that but even if she didn’t want to accept it, she knew the reason she’d say such thing.

“I could never do that, I just want to help you with your magic” she admitted, to which y/n looked up at her with her eyes red from crying.

“I don’t want it” after some seconds of silence, y/n expressed in a barely audible tone that Agatha wasn’t able to hear.

“I can’t hear you” the blue eyed woman said in a sympathetic way, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t want to have magic, Agn- Agatha!”y/n restated, her tone of voice certainly taking Agatha by surprise. “It’s dangerous”

“You’re right, it is but only when you don’t know how to control it” Agatha’s voice softer than usually, trying not to make y/n freak out more than she already was. “and like I said, I can help with that”

“No” y/n whispered with her shaky voice and frantically shook her head, the panic once again setting on her body and her overwhelming emotions causing her to lose the only bit of control she had over her magic, making all the objects in the room start shaking and some of them fly uncontrollably. “Stop this” she said not knowing that she was the one in control.

“I can’t, I’m not the one doing this” Agatha took y/n's hands in hers, giving them a gentle squeeze and looking her right into her eyes. “you have to calm down, ok? Look at me, doll”

“I can’t control this, I can’t!” tears rolled freely down y/n’s cheeks as she feared herself and what she was doing. As the seconds passed, everything seemed to get worse. The sound of objects breaking against the walls, strong gusts of wind blowing through the windows and her sobs filled the room.

Running out of ideas, Agatha thought about the only things that was left to do that could possibly help.

Gently holding y/n’s cheeks, she kissed her. It was a sweet and soft kiss, not rushed at all and even if it shocked her at first, y/n found herself kissing Agatha back, eventually stopping thinking and just focusing on the kiss they were sharing, putting all her emotions in it and letting go of all of her worries. Running out of air, they pulled back. Their foreheads in contact with each other’s and little smiles showing on their faces, none of them daring to open their eyes, scared of ruining the moment.

“You made it stop, see?” Agatha broke the silence, as she always did. “I promise I’ll help you”

Opening her eyes to look at Agatha, y/n smiled shyly at her. “Thank you” was the only thing she said before going silent and then opening her mouth to speak again. “for the help…and the kiss too” she faced the floor, her rosy cheeks and shy behavior being the cutest things Agatha had seen and that she definitely loved about her.

“There’s no need to thank me, sweetheart.”y/n smiled brightly at the pet name, loving how it sounded coming from Agatha. “I like you, a lot and I know that I should have told you the truth sooner but I didn’t want to scare you” now it was y/n’s turn to be shocked.

Did she hear that right?

Did Agatha say that she liked her?

“You…like me?” she questioned just to make sure she’d heard that right, receiving a nod from Agatha. “Well, I like you too and I’m not scared of you, even if I was more than shocked” she laughed but Agatha definitely didn’t want to waste more time.

She pulled her into another kiss, this one shorter than the first one but it was all they both needed. They both had each other now and she didn’t want to ruin it. She promised to herself that there would be no more lies because hiding things from y/n didn’t turn out as good as she thought it would be, but she knew she could do better.

“You’re going to be powerful, dear, I have no doubts” Agatha stated proudly “and I’ll be here to watch it”

Embracing her into a bone crushing hug, y/n took some time to look at their surroundings, realizing the big mess that was dispersed all around the room.

“I hate ruining the moment but if we don’t want to get caught and have to clean this room, I’d suggest we go away now” y/n whispered near Agatha’s ear causing both of them to erupt on giggles as they made their way out of the room.