#joki talks

[jokiyo]

Ten People I'd like to know better tag!

I was tagged by the lovely @salemssimblr <3 how fun!

Last Song:

Favorite Color: Burgundy or Pale Yellow!

Last Movie: First watch: Wicked, Rewatch: Challengers

Last Book: I reread 1984 by George Orwell, but I'm reading the Shatter Me series as well!

Sweet, Spicy or Savory: I have a savory tooth, can't get enough.

Last Thing I Googled: Like 20 or so seconds go, "weinrot in English" (it's burgundy lol)

Current Obsession: I actually had to think about this one... I guess it'd be baking, I've been on a wormhole of saving recipes for a friend get together!

Looking Forward To: Another tough one... if I had to pick, it'd be when it gets warm again and I can go to the beach, or my birthday, because I plan on travelling!

It took me a little bit to get to this, but I love doing stuff like this, please more! Lol, I'll tag.... @orbitsuns @grrimssims @retrotrait @eccedente @wintily @waveport @cinnybunsims @moonlitfalls @staerily anddd @rasoyas , and anyone else who wants to do it, hooray! (feel free to ignore if you want, or if you've already done it ^_^)

[stuffedsand]

for the violence ask game: 8 common fandom opinion everyone is wrong about. for milgram. i know exactly what you're going to say i just want to see you go off again

Hiii bestie. You do know what I'm about to talk about. Yippee

Disclaimer that this whole essay is like. For fun and how I say things is ramped up to be funny. I don't mind if you disagree w me cuz like that's the nature of things! We disagree but we can get along.

Anyways short answer for people who don't wanna see the essay: organ harvesting theory. This is about shidou.

Idk how prevalent it is rn since not many people even talk about shidou but it was prevalent enough in June when I got into milgram that I believed it for a bit anyways the rest in under the cut cuz I'm insane sorrg

SO the main reason I think the theory is WRONG (hyperbole‼️) is because I just think it's unrealistic. Man works in a hospital in Japan. How would he pull it off. Scuff an operation bad enough to cause braindeath/death and I'm p sure they suspend your medical licence, if he participated in an organ harvesting operation pre-family-accident his case would then be black and white cuz he was doing it in complete sound mind with no regard for human life. Also it wouldn't justify the extreme reaction he's had to realizing, specifically, "what I've been robbing people of" (t1 voice trailer), and he wouldn't have as heavy a focus on the relatives' feelings and reactions. At least story writing wise it'd make less sense since it doesn't allude to anything if that's the end goal? Imo at least. Idk maybe this is because I really like tragedies in media. Also because it'd be a really disproportionately severe crime compared to every other direct murderer???? Like. We have strangled someone, stabbed someone, bludgeoning, bludgeoning, kicked someone to death. Organ harvesting looks cartoony in this context. It's also not a very prevelant issue in Japan iirc.

Also to prove my point further. If we use this theories the murders would be

Strangling, abortion??????, cyber bullying, stabbing, organ harvesting, toxic r/s, telling the truth (lmao), bludgeoning, bludgeoning, bludgeoning (minus weapon). Organ harvesting is goofy cuz it seems so.... Extreme,,,,,,,

ALSSOOOOO funny point. If he's not directly involved in his murder (as in, unintentional and indirect) that makes 5 direct and 5 indirect. Silly.

Also also his murder seems somewhat tied to how he feels about his job itself ("I wanted to contribute to society (about his career choice)/I had thought my work was a contribution to society", use of past tense) and to me it reads like hes disillusioned w his job esp since his reason for getting a highly sought after, high paying and high social ranking job is "I wanted to contribute to society". Doctors with that empathy can be affected by the death around them more severely and I think that's a fun topic to look at

I count this under "common fandom opinion" cuz it was common enough around June (whenyours truesly got into milgram) that I believed it. I mean I introduced shidou to my friend (hello clown) as "maybe Dr malpractice. Organ harvesting dude" and said friend (hello again clown) is also the one who's heard me bash the organ harvesting theory like 6 times at least now so. Yippee.

Take none of this seriously I just got off a plane and am so very eepy. If you like the organ harvesting theory good for you!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥💥 you do you bestie !!!!!!!!!!!!!! I literally do not think less of anyone who believes that theory I just personally dont lmao

[metianull]

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dude your relly freaking me out. NOT cool

[missmimii]

୨ৎ－𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄, ’𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 | 𝐂－𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

୨ৎ － 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | In which Chris gets grills

୨ৎ — 𝐂𝐖. 18+, Dom!Chris, oral, fem!receiving, praising, pet names, detailed sexual encounter, light degradation, face grabbing, fingering, dom + sub dynamics, mentions of bruising or marking, tit groping, dirty talk

“Oh my god.”

Chris snickered, his grin practically splitting his face as the girl’s hand gripped his jaw, turning his face side to side with weak but deliberate movements. The cool metal of his brand-new grills gleamed under the room’s dim lighting, catching every angle as she inspected them in pure disbelief. Her fingers barely resisting the urge to squeeze his face in frustration.

Okay－he wasn’t actually gonna’ do it.

It started off innocent enough. Chris asked a simple question, his voice laced with curiosity.

“What’s one thing I could do that would drive you crazy?”

At first, the girl’s response was dismissive. “Everything.” Chris rolled his eyes, lips twitching into a playful smirk. “No—like—craaaazy.” He leaned in slightly, his tone teasing yet expectant. For a moment, the room was silent. Then, realization dawned on her. “You make me sick,” she muttered, grabbing the nearest thing within reach—her stuffed bunny—and tossing it at him.

Chris dodged it effortlessly, his laughter erupting so hard he swore a blood vessel might’ve burst. “It’s not funny!” she huffed. Oh, but it was. Until it wasn’t. Still chuckling, Chris wiped at his eyes, exhaling one last airy laugh before running a hand down his jaw. His fingers brushed over his chin in thought, his grin dimming into something more contemplative.

“Have you ever seen grills?” Silence. Not even a inhale was heard.

The boy blinked. “Grills, huh?” He mused.

Chris tilted his head slightly, studying her. She had pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them as she leaned against the bed frame. Her bottom lip was trapped between her teeth, and to his absolute delight, a deep crimson spread across her cheeks. “I’m joki—” she started, but her voice faltered the second she caught the look in his eyes.

Chris was staring at her with a new intensity, one that made her shrink back slightly. His once-playful expression had turned calculating, intrigued. His tousled hair flopped messily over his eyebrows as he sat up, his posture shifting. “You’re telling me if I got grills, you’d be foaming at the m—” She squealed, face burning as she smacked his arm—hard.

“Shut up!” But Chris just grinned wider, like a cat who had just found its new favorite toy.

“Interesting.” He dragged the word out, stretching his arms over his head before flopping onto his back. His mind was already spinning with possibilities. Was she being serious? She seemed pretty serious. Jesus－her cheeks were practically burning. His lips tipped up at the thought, tongue twinging the inside of his cheek.

“Don’t.” She warned, pointing her finger at him with an angry expression, as if she could physically hold him back with just a glare. Because the actual glare wasn’t enough apparently. Chris huffed out an amused chuckle. “Don’t what?” He feigned innocence, tilting his head toward her.

He watched as her throat bobbed, swallowing thickly as she averted her gaze downward. “Whatever you’re thinking. Just—don’t.” Chris hummed thoughtfully, placing his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know… you’re looking a little guilty right now. Almost like you’re imagining it.”

“I am not!” she shot back, but the way she immediately averted her gaze said otherwise. A slow, knowing smirk tugged at his lips. “Uh-huh. You totally are.” She groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“I really don’t.”

“Liar.”

She peeked at him through her fingers, eyes narrowing. “If you show up with grills, I swear to God, I will never speak to you again.” Chris gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Wow. So cruel.”

“I mean it.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

She eyed him warily, suspicious of the way he suddenly seemed way too relaxed. He had that look—like he was plotting something “Chris.” She deadpanned, jaw ticking in frustration.

“Yeah?”

She ran a hand down her face, groaning softly. “Promise me you won’t.”

He glanced at her, then shrugged. “Sure.”

She slapped her hands down onto her thighs, squinting at him with a gentle glare. “That wasn’t convincing!”

Chris blew out a aspirated laugh, sending her a smirk. “I said sure, didn’t I?”

“Chris.”

He rolled onto his side, grinning up at her. “What? You don’t trust me?” He muttered, jutting out his bottom lip a faux pout. God, he’s obnoxious.

“Not even a little.”

His smirk widened. “Good.”

The girl groaned again, flopping onto her pillow with an exasperated sigh. She knew, without a doubt, that she had just set herself up for something ridiculous.

Chris, still thoroughly amused, raised a brow. “What, Y/n?” His voice came out slightly muffled from the way she was squishing his cheeks. Her glare sharpened, but the effect was completely ruined by the heat creeping up her neck. The way his teeth sparkled when he smirked was unfair.

Chris caught the way her eyes flickered down to his mouth again, and his smirk deepened. Oh, this was gold. “You know what,” she huffed, finally letting go of his jaw and flopping back onto the edge of her bed. Chris immediately burst into laughter, his chest shaking as he threw his head back. “Oh, you are so mad right now,” he teased, wiping at the corner of his eye as if he had just heard the funniest joke of his life.

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” she blurted out, still staring at him like he had committed a crime against humanity. Chris shrugged, casually leaning in closer so she had no choice but to look at them again. “What can I say? I aim to please.” She let out an exasperated groan, covering her face. “I hate you.”

Chris tilted his head, flashing a slow, smug grin that made his grills catch the light again. “You sure about that?”

As the diamonds glittered across his perfect teeth she felt her stomach do an embarrassing flip, breath hitching her in her throat as she swallowed. “Unfortunately,” she muttered, crossing her arms. Chris just laughed again, plopping down next to her like he owned the place. “Admit it. You like ’em.” He mused, leaning in.

She whined, tipping her head away as his breath tickled her neck. “I do not!” Chris tutted gently, tilting his head as he looked at her with a smirk. “Mmm-hmm.” He dragged the sound out, watching as she aggressively avoided his gaze.

She clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction. But then he leaned in just a little more, his voice dropping lower. “C’mon, Y/n. Say it.” A shiver went down her spine, jaw dropping open a bit as she felt a foreign feeling ignite in her core.

She swallowed. “You’re insufferable.” Chris only grinned wider, pure mischief dancing in his eyes. “And yet, here you are, still staring at my mouth.” If her cheeks weren’t burning then, they definitely were now. The two held eye contact－almost as if they were fighting in a battle of dominance.

Chris tilted his head, his cocky little grin making the girl want to slap him across the damn face. “Cmon’, baby.” His finger tips brushing against the revealed skin of her thigh, the sparks shooting right up to her pussy. Okay that’s it. Chris watched as her lips parted, wanting to chuckle at her flustered state－but how could he embarrass her anymore than he already has? After all, he wasn’t a monster.

The girl fumbled, but promptly trapped a pillow, and smacked him across the face with it. “Fuck.” He grunted, huffing out a soft laugh. She slapped a hand over her lips, muffling the array of little laughs and giggles, backing up from him. “Oh my god－” In a swift motion, Chris grabbed her wrist and pushed her back against the bed, his weight hovering over her as she let out a startled gasp. The playful teasing in his eyes had vanished, replaced with something sharper. Something unreadable.

Her pulse jumped. “Chris—”

“Say it,” he ordered, low and demanding, his grip firm but not painful. His face was dangerously close now, close enough that she could see the faint silver glint of his grills as he spoke. She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Let me go.” His fingers flexed against her wrist, but he didn’t move. Instead, he tilted his head, studying her like he was trying to figure something out. Like he was waiting.

The air between them grew thick, charged. “Tell me the truth,” he muttered. “If I slip my hand into here,” she gasped, feeling his one hand slide down from her wrist, and into the hem of her sleep shorts, toying with the frill gently. “Are you gonna be wet?”And God, he looked like he knew it.

The air between them was stifling, heavy with something neither of them wanted to name. Thick, hot, tension. It wasn’t the kind of tension that was uncomfortable－but rather suffocating. And she’d be a bold faced liar to say that it didn’t have her thighs trembling. Her breath stuttered as his fingers traced the delicate hem of her shorts, barely there, just a ghost of a touch. But it was enough. Enough to make her entire body lock up, enough to send a shiver down her spine. “Fuck.” She whined.

Chris smirked, slow and knowing. “You gonna answer me?” His voice was husky, thick with amusement—but underneath, there was something else. Something darker. She swallowed hard, her fingers twitching against his hold. “Chris—” his grip tightened, just enough to make her heart skip, and for her to cunt ache. Why did she feel this way?

It made her want to sob. “I asked you a question, sweetheart.”

Heat rushed to her cheeks, burning, spreading down her neck. She hated how easily he unraveled her, how quickly he turned her into a mess with just his words and the way he looked at her—like he already knew the answer. Chris felt his jaw clench, not knowing if his smirk was going to widen, and let up－His fingers flexed against her hip, teasing, like he was debating whether to push further.

Her breath came out uneven, her body betraying her as she clenched her thighs together, desperate to ignore the way his presence alone sent a pulse of warmth through her, making her fucking drip. Chris tilted his head, his lips ghosting near her ear. “You can act all defiant,” he murmured, voice smooth as silk, “but your body’s saying something else.”

Her nails dug into his arm, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against her skin. “You wanna keep pretending, or are you gonna admit it?” Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out everything else. And when he pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, eyes laced with mischief and something far more dangerous—she knew she was in trouble.

It felt like a million lifetimes looking into his eyes, hearing and feeling the pulse thrumming inside of her core. “Touch me.” She finally whined, one lone tear of frustration drooling from her eye. Chris had a glint in his eyes－an unmistakable look of victory. But what kind of winner would he be if he didn’t thank the host? Without any hesitation he lowered his head, pressing his lips to hers.

A moan emitted her parted lips, making him chuckle, running the tip of his tongue across the bottom of her lip gently. “Thas’ okay, hmm?” Chris mumbled, one of his hands gripping the pillow above her head as she nodded breathlessly beneath him. “Good－s’so fucking good.” The girl whimpered out, her free hand tangling into his brown mass of messy hair.

Chris grunted as he felt her tug him down onto her, his hips pressing against the gap between her parted thighs. Teeth gnashing together as he fed into her mouth hungrily, as if he’d been starved from the taste of her for his entire life. “Fuck,” he groaned, a string of spit connecting between their lips as he pulled away.

Her hips pushed up into his visible hard on, desperate for some sort of friction. “Mm－mm,” he gritted his teeth, looking at the ceiling for a moment. “－keep doing that and you won’t leave this room in one piece.” Chris uttered, hissing as she tugged on his hair, whining softly. He leaned back down, cursing as she took his bottom lip between her teeth, nipping delicately while simultaneously rutting her hips up into his.

Pre-cum pearled at the tip of his cock, and Chris whimpered into her mouth as she ran her warm tongue over his jewelled teeth. He chuckled, “If I knew that this is all I needed to do to have you rubbin’ on me like a bitch in heat, I would’ve done it a loooo－ng time ago.” Asshole, she bit on his lip hard.

Chris only snickered, moaning the pain away as he begin to kiss down her jaw. “Mm, you smell s’good.” Her eyes fluttered as she felt the boys teeth nip at the sensitive part of her neck, running his tongue over the area to ease the sting. “Chris,” she whined, bunching up fistfuls of his white shirt in her hands. “Y/n,” he mocked, edging a whine to his tone as he rolled his hips into her soaked panty-covered cunt.

Her eyes rolled back at the friction, a broken moan tearing from her throat as she threw her head back into the pillows. “Fuck!” She cried, feeling the boys chest rumble with a deep chuckle at the sound. “Good, baby?” Chris lifted his head, peering down on her with a heavy gaze. A sense of sick satisfaction bubbled in his chest as he saw her fall apart, and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

Her eyes were fluttering with pleasure, a twinkle in her eyes as she heaved. A thin layer of dew lying on her face sweetly, making the stray strands of her hair stick to the edges of her jaw. “Awe,” Chris cooed, bringing a hand to her face, running his thumb across her plump bottom lip. “how pitiful.” He uttered, lips twitching as she parted her lips.

He rolled his bottom lip between his teeth, wanting to moan as he slowly slipped his thumb into her warm mouth. “Fuck me,” he muttered, feeling his cock ache painfully in his carpenter jeans. Her eyes were groggy, slow but wide blinks sent his way as she sucked his thumb into her cheeks as if it were his dick. And god, did he wish it was.

“Gonna be a good girl f’me?” Chris mumbled, swallowing thickly as he pressed down onto her tongue. “Good－” the girl cut herself off as she heard her slurred speech, his thumb in the way of her getting a coherent response out. “Hm?” She whined, eyes tearing as she shifted her hips in frustration. “I’ll－good.” Chris chuckled as he watched her eyes screw shut in embarrassment, cheeks red as her words came out incredibly butchered.

Chris silently cooed as he swiped his salvia coated thumbed across her cheek, humming softly to get her attention. “Yeah? Cause the only thing you’ll be cumming on tonight is my tongue.” He muttered, patting her cheek in a degrading manner. “So spread those fuckin’ legs.” And just like that, he was hooking his fingers into the hem of her shorts, slipping them down her plush thighs.

They shook ever so slightly, jerking as he began to move down her body, his breath fanning against her wet panty covered cunt. “Mm,” she yelped as his thumb pressed down onto the divot of her pussy, the fabric rubbing against her clit. “－already so wet for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” Instinctively, her hand shot down to wrap around his wrist as he applied more pressure.

His domineer darkened at the action, his movements halting. The change in atmosphere sent a shiver down the girls spine, and Chris tutted as he watched more wetness soak her panties. “Now this, this is just pitiful.” Her jaw fell open as Chris slipped a hand up her larger T-shirt (that was probably his), his large hand moulding around her perky tit. “S－shit!” She cried, eyes soaked with tears as his thumb rolled over her sensitive bud, his lips coming down and placing a gentle peck directly on her cunt.

He continued to swirl his finger over her nipple, pinching and gripping the skin as if it were his personal toy. His hot breath fanned across her wet underwear, sending shock waves through her body. “Fuck－Chris!” She gasped, a whimper tearing from her mouth as his teeth nipped at her clothed pussy.

Chris snickered, squeezing her breast in an almost apologetic gesture, even though she knew he wasn’t sorry. “Sorry baby,” his other hand tugged down her tainted underwear, and the boy almost came at the sight underneath. “I just really need this.” He whispered, in awe.

Her pussy was so fucking cute. Pink and wet, arousal dripping into the inside of her parted thighs as they shook. Her hips shifted, rutting up in desperation for any sort of friction. The poor girl just wanted－no－needed, to be fucked. “Please.” Fuck.

Chris softly grounded his cock into the mattress, rolling his bottom lip into his mouth as he used his middle and ring finger to spread her wet folds open. “I know, I know sweet girl.” Without another word said, he dove in, locking his lips with her soaked ones. “Shit!” A sharp gasp that almost edged on a whine emitted her lips, feeling Chris’s tongue licking a bold stripe up her core.

Deep. God, it was so fucking deep. Chris fucked his tongue inside of her as if it were his cock, the arch of his nose pressed against her clit as his teeth lightly grazed the tight walls of her cunt. Coated with arousal, Chris licked it up, drool dripping back down onto her sopping heat. “O－oh god.” Her head threw back into the pillows, eyes screwed shut in a painful manner.

It felt so fucking good, rolling her hips up to meet the rhythm of his tongue sliding into her little hole. Chris, however, fought for his damn life. “Mm.” He moaned at the taste of her on his tongue, savouring it like it was his last fucking meal. His eyes parted in a drunken gaze to her, watching her heaving chest, her shirt now ridden up, exposing her tits.

“Fuck.” Chris panted, sending a shiver through the girl as his breath fanned through her walls. “S’okay? Y－you’re okay?” The boys eyes softened at her slurred words, nodding softly at her. Even though she wasn’t looking at him. “I’m more than okay my little baby.” His heart－and cock, ached. How fucking cute, even fucked dumb like to poor thing she was, she made sure he was okay. “Just lemme－lemme make you feel good.”

The almost begging to his tone made the girl whine, feeling his hot mouth mould around her aching pussy. Her pre-release coated his tongue like a sinful melody, his cock paining as he withheld the oncoming orgasm. He just wanted to make you feel good. “You－fuck!－you’re making me feel good b-baby.” Chris’s moan at the term of endearment rumbled against her cunt, making her moan.

Chris’s hands held her thighs in a bruising grip, so tight that she was positive it was definite that marks would come through. Her torso arched, hips rutting up into his tongue as the muscles on his tongue pressed against the walls of her cunt. “I’m gonna－oh fuck, I’m gonna cum－” the stingingly cold metal of his chain gently swayed across her sensitive bundle of nerves, making her legs jerk.

“Yeah? Cum, cum f’me sweet girl.” Fuck.

Her gut clenched, an unwavering tightness of pressure swirling around her belly. “Ch－Chris..” his eyes flicked upward, watching as her nose scrunched, a soft cry choking from her lips. “I feel weird－ah－I’m gonna－” she moaned, sobbing out as Chris nipped her clit.

“You’re okay, hm?” Chris unlatched his lips from hers, swirling his middle and ring finger around her clit furiously. Her eyes widened, a sharp yelp eliciting her mouth as she felt something hit her. She fought it so hard－because it was foreign. “Chris－fuck!－I can’t!” Chris cooed, watching as tears ran down her face , along with the look of confusion.

He squeezed her thigh gently, humming. “Yes you can.” He mumbled softly, looking into her eyes as her pupils dilated. “Attaaa’ good fuckin girl.” He praised, watching as her lips parted, a drawled out moan tearing from her throat.

“Fuck.”

Chris felt the muscles in her walls tense around the tips of his fingers, before her thighs began to shake as wetness coated the sheets underneath. His lips, his fingers－fuck, it was probably in his mouth. Chris was in awe, hearing her choked cries as she came down from her unreal release, her body already starting to shut down from how exhausted it left her. “Shhh－I got you, I have you－” Chris crawled up her body, using the pad of his thumb to brush away her tears.

Small hiccups left her lips. “Did I do good－was I bad? I－” Chris shut her down with a soft ‘shhhh’, pressing a loving peck to her forehead. “You did so good sweetheart.” He assured, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm still trembling through her tired frame. “I know it was a lot－but it’s all over, and it was good. Hm?” She softly nodded, tensing as she offered a gentle yawn.

Chris chuckled, pressing his lips to hers. “Tired, doll?” She hummed, eyes groggily blinking up at him. “Did you－” her eyes widened for a split second, guilt flashing in them as she reached a hand down to the tent in his jeans. Chris grunted, blowing out a small laugh as he grabbed her wrist. “I came.” He whispered, tilting his head with a small smile.

A look of confusion crossed her cute features. “Then why are you still ..” Chris lifted an eyebrow, smirking down at her as he brushed a few hairs away from her eyes. “Hard?” At her nod, Chris shrugged.

“Tears turn me on.”

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[wosospacegirl]

a fic where reader is pregnant and alexia always says goodnight/talk the baby to sleep but she's mad at reader but she goes like 😔🥺 won't you say goodnight to the baby? it's time 😔🥺 and alexia like 🙄😠☺️🥰 did you do it on purpose?🤨

Mi amor - alexia putellas

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Alexia had done everything in her power to make sure Y/n had a good and smooth day, knowing that the third month of pregnancy was filled with morning sickness, body aches, and enough hormonal swings to keep Alexia on alert mode.

But even the most gentle and patient wives had their limits.

Alexia had come back from training an hour ago and quickly kissed Y/n’s head before heading to the shower after an afternoon of long and intense drills.

Y/n was on her laptop, working away on Excel and barely looked at Alexia, too stressed from work.

"What do you want for dinner, mi amor?" Alexia asked, standing in front of Y/n with an old Barcelona shirt on, her hair still wet from the shower.

"Whatever you want, love," Y/n mumbled, not taking her eyes off the laptop.

Since Y/n said Alexia could cook whatever she wanted, Alexia believed she could cook whatever she wanted.

But she was wrong.

Alexia began making pasta. But then Y/n appeared at her side, watching the pasta boiling with a grimace on her face.

"We’re eating… that?"

"Sí?" Alexia blinked, confused.

"No." Y/n wrinkled her nose.

Alexia looked at the pasta and then at Y/n, who had already left the kitchen.

Alright, no pasta. No big deal. They could eat some rice and fish.

It was nice, safe, and healthy.

But then Y/n peeked behind Alexia's shoulder. "Really, Ale? Fish?"

Alexia slowly breathed in through her nose. "No fish either, huh?"

Y/n shook her head before leaving the kitchen again.

No pasta. No fish and rice. She needed to regroup, think of something else.

Salad, lentils, and mushrooms. Yes.

Fifteen minutes later, when it was all done, Y/n began aggressively poking at her plate, pushing the roots and mushrooms around.

Alexia was trying to be patient, really trying.

"Mi amor," Alexia said, voice tight. "Salad was the only thing you didn’t complain about. You were the one who asked for the mushrooms!"

"Yeah, but now I have complaints." Y/n rolled her eyes, poking one of the leaves and wrinkling her nose. "I wanted pasta."

Alexia’s head snapped up to stare at Y/n. "No, you didn’t want pasta. Because I was making pasta, and then you said you didn’t want it—"

"But now I do!" Y/n shot back.

Alexia groaned and dragged a hand down her face. "You’re impossible today," she muttered.

"I am pregnant!" Y/n said, putting a mushroom in her mouth, not before giving Alexia a death glare.

"Same thing," Alexia mumbled.

They spent the rest of the dinner in silence. Well, Alexia was silent because Y/n kept making occasional dramatic sighs and giving Alexia very pointed looks. But at least, she ate the whole salad bowl and more.

By the time they climbed into bed, Alexia was still grumbling about "pasta, no pasta, fish, no fish," under her breath, half wondering if she should sleep on the couch just to see if she could relax for a few moments.

Alexia was reading a book, trying to get the dinner episode out of her mind when Y/n flopped onto her side on the bed.

"Ugh, I’m starving," she said with an exaggerated groan. "I wish we could have had a more fulfilling dinner, you know—more protein."

Alexia put the book down and turned her head slowly—almost mechanical—to look at Y/n.

"Excuse me?"

"I didn’t like dinner," Y/n whined, spreading her arms on the bed and inconveniently placing her hand on Alexia’s cheek. "I want something else."

"Like what?" Alexia asked, rubbing the bridge of her nose while getting up from the bed, ready to make whatever Y/n wanted.

"I don’t know," Y/n sighed, a finger on her chin, thinking. "I know I don’t want like… pasta, fish, or salad."

"You’re joking with me, right?" Alexia stared at her, waiting for the punchline.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows angrily. "I’m carrying our child, Alexia. Do you think I’m joking?"

Alexia pressed her fingers against her temple.

Patient. Calm. She had survived a loss against Real Madrid. She could deal with the love of her life.

"What do you think about toast?" Alexia suggested, saying it as if it was her last resort.

Y/n looked at her brightly and smiled. "Yes! Great idea!"

Alexia let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding as she made her way to the kitchen, preparing Y/n’s toast. Five minutes later, she returned, dropping a plate of bread on Y/n’s lap.

"There," Alexia said. "Please don’t tell me you don’t want it, or I’ll start crying."

Y/n rolled her eyes at Alexia and then took a small bite from the toast. She chewed on it carefully, almost as if analyzing it. She swallowed. And then was silent for an excruciatingly long period of time.

"Do we have that jam I like?"

Alexia groaned and turned around to the kitchen again, coming back with the jam, which Y/n happily spread across the toast.

After Y/n was done, Alexia put the plate on the bedside table and got into bed again, already feeling a slight headache. She was ready to close her eyes, let sleep take her to a calm and peaceful place.

Y/n let out a soft, tragic little sigh.

Then she shifted on the blanket.

"Aren’t you going to say goodnight to me?" Y/n asked innocently.

"No, you gave me a headache," Alexia mumbled grumpily.

"What about the baby?" Y/n said.

Alexia turned around, narrowing her eyes. "You’re playing dirty."

Y/n just blinked at Alexia, pure and sweet, as if she hadn’t spent the last three hours emotionally torturing Alexia over dinner.

"Okay," Alexia sighed, turning around.

With a final grumble, Alexia shifted closer to Y/n, pressing a hand against Y/n’s stomach, her voice softening.

Alexia’s voice softened as she pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n’s belly.

"Buenas noches, amorcito," she whispered. "Mama loves you."

She lingered for a moment before adding, "And I really hope you don’t inherit your mom’s dramatic tendencies."

"We used your egg. If anyone’s passing on the dramatics, it’s you."Y/n smirked, fingers idly brushing through Alexia’s hair. 

Alexia scoffed, shifting to rest her chin on Y/n’s belly. "After today’s episode? I know I’m not the dramatic one."

Y/n bit her lip, guilt flickering across her face. "Sorry... I know I gave you a hard time."

Alexia hummed, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, you definitely did."

Y/n sighed, running a hand over Alexia’s cheek. "I think I’ll be worse tomorrow. Sorry in advance."

Alexia groaned, putting her head onto Y/n’s stomach. "Dios mío, give me strength."

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This was short, sorry !!

hope u liked it <3

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[theodorenmyth]

Valentine Hunt

Pairings ; Theodore Nott x M!Reader

Summary ; Theodore Nott leaves you a trail of heartfelt clues across Hogwarts, each revealing how much he knows and cares for you. With help from his friends, he builds up to a final confession at the Astronomy Tower, where you answer—not with words, but with a kiss.

A/N ; Happy Valentine's day everyone

Warnings ; none

Wordcount ; 1.8k+

Hogwarts, February 14th — Morning

Valentine’s Day at Hogwarts was, in a word, chaotic.

Every year, without fail, the castle was transformed into a spectacle of romance—whether the students wanted it or not.

This year, however, was especially bad.

Rumor had it that Professor Lockhart had bribed Dumbledore into letting him return for a “special, one-day-only Celebration of Love” event. And, unfortunately, that meant Hogwarts had been utterly butchered in his signature over-the-top style.

The moment you stepped into the Great Hall, you were assaulted by an explosion of pink.

Heart-shaped lanterns floated near the enchanted ceiling, casting a soft, rosy glow over the students below. Enchanted rose petals drifted down like snow, catching in people’s hair and robes. The worst part, however, was the cherubs—dozens of them, fluttering through the hallways, giggling as they swooped down on unsuspecting students, reciting love poems so mortifying they made even the boldest Gryffindors squirm.

You slid into your usual seat at the Slytherin table, rubbing your temples. “This is a nightmare.”

“You’re telling me,” Theodore muttered beside you. “If one of those bloody cherubs comes near me, I’m hexing it.”

Mattheo, sitting across from you, smirked. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Further down the table, Pansy sighed dramatically, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Honestly, you lot are so unromantic. Valentine's Day is adorable.”

Blaise raised an eyebrow. “You do realize it looks like a Pepto-Bismol factory exploded in here, right?”

Astoria, nibbling on a piece of toast, giggled. “He has a point.”

“I think it’s sweet,” Lorenzo said. “People actually putting effort into romance for once.”

Draco, ever the cynic, rolled his eyes. “It’s desperation, Berkshire, not effort.” He gestured to the Hufflepuff table, where a poor fifth-year had just been ambushed by three cherubs at once. “Look at that. Tragic.”

You snorted, turning back to Theodore—only to find him deep in thought, idly twirling his quill between his fingers.

Suspicious.

“You alright, Theo?”

He startled slightly, snapping out of his daze. “Yeah. Just thinking.”

You hummed, not entirely convinced.

Unbeknownst to you, Theodore had spent weeks planning what was about to unfold.

Because this year, he wasn’t spending Valentine’s Day sulking over how much he hated it.

This year, he had a goal.

And that goal?

To finally—finally—get you to be his Valentine.

And, of course, his friends knew all about it.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — The Master Plan

Later that morning, in a tucked-away corner of the dungeons, a secret council of scheming had gathered.

Theodore paced in front of the group, arms crossed. “Alright. Last-minute review.”

Pansy, perched on a stone bench, smirked. “You mean last-minute panic.”

“Shut up.”

Mattheo leaned back against the wall, arms crossed. “So, eight clues, yeah?”

Theodore nodded. “Each one leads to a new location, with hints about me—nothing too obvious, but enough that he should figure it out by the last one.”

Astoria beamed. “It’s adorable, Theo.”

Blaise, ever the realist, sighed. “He’s also a bit of an idiot. What if he doesn’t get it?”

Lorenzo snickered. “Then we force him to get it.”

Draco, looking as though he’d rather be anywhere else, drawled, “Are we absolutely sure this is necessary? You could just—oh, I don’t know—talk to him?”

“No,” Theo said flatly.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Merlin, you’re helpless.”

Theodore scowled. “Look, I know he likes me back—at least, I think he does. But he’s oblivious. If I just tell him, he might— I don’t know—think I’m joking or something.”

Mattheo nodded solemnly. “Oblivious is an understatement. You could kiss him and he’d probably go, ‘Wow, Theo, you’re such a good friend.’”

Theodore groaned. “Exactly.”

Astoria clapped her hands together. “Well, that’s why we’re here! Operation get Theo a Valentine is officially in motion.”

Blaise snorted. “That’s a terrible name.”

She stuck her tongue out.

Draco pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is idiotic.”

Lorenzo grinned. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Draco scowled. “Unfortunately.”

Pansy waved him off. “Alright, everyone knows their part, yes?”

The group nodded.

Mattheo grinned. “Then let’s get this poor bastard a boyfriend.”

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue One

The plan was simple.

Each clue was carefully placed in locations you frequented—places tied to small, personal moments between you and Theo. The first? Your Potions textbook.

Professor Snape had barely begun his lecture when you flipped open your book—only to have a neatly folded note flutter onto your desk.

You blinked. That definitely wasn’t there before.

Suspicious.

Unfolding the parchment, you read:

"I hear love potions smell different to everyone. What does yours smell like?"

You frowned. Amortentia?

You had smelled it before—warm parchment, fresh rain, and something else you could never quite place.

Weird.

You glanced around the room. No one was looking at you—except Theodore, who quickly turned away, pretending to be utterly fascinated by his cauldron.

Very suspicious.

Mattheo, sitting beside you, leaned over. “Something interesting?”

You sighed. “I think someone’s messing with me.”

Lorenzo smirked. “Or maybe someone’s flirting with you.”

You snorted. “Unlikely.”

Blaise hummed. “You’re so dense.”

You rolled your eyes.

But still, you couldn’t help but wonder—who was behind the notes?

And why did it make your heart race just a little?

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Two

After Potions, you spent most of the class break trying to figure out who had left you the note.

It had to be someone who knew you—someone who had access to your things without you noticing.

That narrowed it down to a very small group of people.

Mattheo? Possible, but he’d have rubbed it in your face already.

Lorenzo? He was a hopeless romantic, but this seemed too subtle.

Pansy? She would meddle, but she wasn’t exactly poetic.

Astoria? No, not really.

Blaise? He didn’t have the patience.

Draco? Absolutely not.

Which left—

You frowned.

No. Not Theodore.

You quickly shoved the thought away, it couldn’t be him.

You and Theo had been friends for years, and sure, you may have had an embarrassingly huge crush on him, but he didn’t feel the same way. Did he?

Lost in thought, you barely noticed when someone nudged you in the hallway.

Pansy.

“Oi, lover boy.” She smirked, holding out a small, folded parchment. “Looks like you’ve got mail.”

You narrowed your eyes, taking the note. “Where did you—?”

“Oh, I just happened to find it in your Charms seat.” She winked, sauntering off before you could question her further.

Unfolding the note, you read:

"You once told me the stars made you feel small, but I think you shine brighter than any of them."

Your heart stuttered.

What the fuck?

You remembered that conversation.

It had been late one night in the Astronomy Tower, just you and Theo. You’d been staring at the sky, lost in thought, and had offhandedly mentioned how insignificant everything felt under the stars.

And Theo—he’d given you this look. Something warm, something unreadable. Then, he had muttered something under his breath—something you hadn’t quite caught.

Was this what he had said?

You swallowed hard.

Could it really be him?

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Three

By the time you reached the library, your mind was spinning.

You needed answers.

Instead, you found another note.

Tucked between the pages of your favorite book—the one you always reread when you needed comfort.

"You always reach for this when you think no one is looking. I notice."

You exhaled sharply.

This was too personal. Too specific.

Whoever was leaving these knew you better than anyone.

And, at this point, there was only one real possibility.

Your stomach twisted.

Was it really Theo..?

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Four

You weren’t given much time to dwell.

Because, the moment you stepped into the common room, Astoria ambushed you.

“Oh, there you are!” She beamed, grabbing your arm. “Come with me.”

You barely had time to protest before she dragged you across the room—straight to the fireplace, where a single chocolate frog box was waiting on the mantel.

With a note.

"I know you always steal mine, so I figured I'd get you one of your own for once."

Your lips parted slightly.

You did steal Theo’s chocolate frogs. Constantly.

He always complained about it.

Yet, he never stopped bringing extra.

Your heart pounded.

It had to be him.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Five

Lorenzo caught you in the courtyard.

“Took you long enough,” he teased, holding out yet another note.

You grabbed it, unfolding it quickly.

"I hate mornings, but I don’t mind them as much when you’re there."

Your breath hitched.

You and Theo always sat together at breakfast. Most days, he was half-asleep, grumbling into his tea, but he always let you steal bites of his food without complaint.

You looked up at Lorenzo. “This is Theo, isn’t it?”

He grinned. “Took you long enough.”

Your stomach flipped.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Six

By now, you were actively searching for the next clue.

And you found it easily.

Sitting on your bed in the dormitory.

Your pillow had been slightly shifted, revealing a note tucked beneath it.

"You’re the last thing on my mind before I sleep, and the first thing when I wake up."

You sat down hard.

Your hands trembled slightly as you held the parchment.

This wasn’t just flirting.

This wasn’t just some silly game.

Theo—he felt something.

Something real.

And he wanted you to know.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Seven

Blaise was waiting for you outside the Great Hall.

He smirked, holding out a final note.

But this one—this one was different.

Not just a short sentence.

A full, proper confession.

You unfolded it carefully, reading:

"I’ve spent years watching you, admiring you, falling for you.

And maybe I should’ve said something sooner, but—

Well, I’m saying it now.

Meet me in the Slytherin Common Room at midnight. If you want this—if you want me—I’ll be waiting."

Your breath hitched.

This was it.

This was real.

And you knew exactly what you were going to do.

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Hogwarts, February 14th — Clue Eight (Finale)

Midnight.

When you stepped into the common room, it was empty except for Theodore, standing by the fireplace, hands shoved into his robe pockets.

You hesitated.

“So,” you said, voice light, “was this your doing?”

Theodore shifted, looking almost shy. “Maybe.”

You smirked. “You do realize you could’ve just asked, right?”

He scoffed. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You grinned, stepping closer. “So? What now?”

His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides. “Now I ask you— will you be my Valentine?”

The question hung between you, quiet and uncertain.

You didn’t hesitate. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Yeah, Theo. I will.”

His breath hitched. “Really?”

You laughed, reaching up to tug him down by the collar of his robe. “Really.”

And then you kissed him.

Outside the common room, the rest of your friends stood, eavesdropping with victorious grins.

Mattheo smirked. “Told you he’d say yes.”

Pansy pocketed a handful of sickles. “And I told you Theo would need a whole damn scavenger hunt to actually confess.”

Astoria beamed. “Best Valentine’s Day ever.”

[starl1ght444]

love on the brain ₊˚⊹♡

jason todd x reader [ headcanons ]

[2k word count]

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⭑.ᐟ jason would have a major avoidant attachment problem. he was never shown genuine or deep emotions, being forgotten and replaced it killed him emotionally. it led him to his own independents and insecurity. pushing away people and suppressing his own feelings to move forward. he would have a terrible time trusting a good quality someone named about him, other than how good he is at fighting. — jason feeds off adrenaline and losing himself in a rush to forget everything. building up that emotional wall to keep him safe.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ then he met you. and that wall started to crumble down. you had an extraordinary way about yourself that made him soften. everything about you made jason decay inside again and be reborn once more. he’d never felt the relief of someone so patient and calm. reassuring him and comforting him even when he would try and push away. the effort made him crash and burn it was the type of adrenaline he was screaming and searching for. he never felt judged with you. but he was always on the edge, having that fleeting feeling if you’d ever leave.

⭑.ᐟ jason would overthink to the max. he would become a workaholic and always avoid issues to basically isolate himself. his biggest fear currently in life wasn’t the joker and his crowbar or living up to burce’s expectations. it was losing you. having you in his life was dangerously risky. and you both knew that, you agreed it would be difficult, but never agreed to give up. jason was the type to push away people he loved, he’d rather mourn early enough so when shit hit the fan he would be prepared. waiting for the end before it ever came. but you saw this and always told him to slow down and enjoy the beautiful bumpy ride.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ “to loved is to be seen” and you saw jason. not for his adoptive fathers lavish lifestyle, not for his attractive features, or his “dangerous cool guy” attitude with a motorcycle. you dug deep into his heart and planted a garden full of flowers, even if it was a rocky patch of dirt— you’d hope and loved him so deeply the flowers soon blossomed into a beautiful field. you saw his small characteristics and knew he needed a deep connection and constant support because deep down jason was a simple clingy lover boy. he loved cooking for you — alongside reading in a comfortable position as you both end up falling asleep — him casually rubbing your hand with his thumb whenever he felt your mood slightly change to comfort you— he loved making you laugh, it was a wonderful feeling watching you cry from laughter as your stomach hurt telling jason to stop before you’d pee yourself — and playing with jason’s hair as you both wind down and talk about eachothers days, distressing and venting about nonsense just to keep eachother company.

⋆. 𐙚 ⭑ .ᐟ you both cherished the small things. you would write love letters to him, with a heavy heart expressing how instantly you loved him. or the small gestures of you kissing his forehead and whispering sweet declarations to him, telling him “my life is better for having you in it jay, everything feels right when your with me.” while gently tracing and mapping out his scars.— which was the biggest moment of trust for jason — he believed his scars were difficult to look at. it was the worst reminder of his life, to some it was a thing you should show off proudly, but to jason it was a hard truth he was still internally dealing with. and it’s very difficult for him to communicate, it’s a frustrating feeling not being able to find the right words and slowly giving up. but you would wait and let him gather his words, listening to him so intently. wanting to hear all the good and bad he saw in himself. so you could express your tender thoughts on how grateful you are for being able to experience these other parts of him.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ jason would jokingly use pinky promises when he was younger but he always thought they were silly and they would always bound to be broken anyways. but you took them to your core. you meant whatever action you had sworn to. having to explain to jason they weren’t some nonsense tease was fairly simple. you always had a slight sense he just agreed to agree, but he would always take them seriously “I pinky promised to love you with every fiber and atom in my body, and i intend to keep that promise, because all I've ever wanted was a place to belong. somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. because you are my home, doll, that’s how serious I’ll take them from here on out." which he said in a moment of reassurance, taking your pinky in his intertwining them together and kissing his smallest finger — to seal the promise. “You have a beautiful way with words, such a sincere poet thank you jay.” you spoke as you reached up and kissed your pinky aswell.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ after a long heinous night of patrolling, jason always needed to check your apartment. it became routine to see you, just to make sure nothing would happen while he was gone. and on some rare occasions you would leave a light on for him to acknowledge you were awake still. and making his way through your window, there you were reading his copy of “hamlet” in the dim lit room. “hi sweetheart!” you gleefully said as jason walked directly to you taking off his helmet “it’s been a long night, kiss me please, revive me.” he mumbled into your lips as you slowly sealed it. pulling away from the kiss to look at each other, then smiling as you dive in for another kiss throwing your arms around his shoulders, making jason smile as you planted pecks on his grinning lips. watching as each of your eyes dilated to eachothers company.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ jason is a jealous partner, he trust you. just not anybody else. he tries his best to let it go, but the lingering feeling of someone charming you makes him worked up. he does it to himself mainly, when your deeply engaged with jason, he will notice guys staring at you. it came to a point where jason wanted matching instagram username & bio’s so people knew you were his girl. and he was the type to admit it too “me jealous..? im glad you finally picked up on it, doll”

— you ; @ ibuprof3n_ — jason ; @ paink1ller

— your matching instagram’s [ if you’d like me to post the actual edits of the post / comment section — just lmk! I can start a series] [edit — not real instagram content — edit made by @starl1ght444 , tumbler handle]

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ jason’s admiration grew for your tremendously when one day he asked to hang out, but you had to explain you were busy. turns out you would volunteer at gotham orphanage a couple times a month to help around and engage with the kids. they grew fond of you and some of the kids knew the days you were coming and you could never let them down. but instead of brushing off jason’s invitation to hang out, you encouraged him to come along with you. he was in awe-struck by that information. you had been visiting a couple years before meeting jason, and it was always a bittersweet pleasure to be around these kids. — and you knew taking jason would probably be arduous for jason, now knowing about his past. “you volunteer at the orphanage..” — “I have for a while hun, would you like to come? im positive they’d love you.” — “I love you” he’d whisper to himself, looking at you with the most pure look of shock. “words can’t describe how deeply that means” but you understood him without him having to say anything. he’s told you bits and pieces of his childhood overlapping it with a joke after, but nonetheless you could sense how rough and disoriented his childhood was. jason knew after that moment it cemented his infatuation with you. how you not only cherished him, but cared for others that are less fortunate.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ jason would be a horrible texter. he prefers his phone on ‘do not disturb’ but with his line of work it’s never possible. he is the type to respond in his head rather than actually sending a text. he’s much better at calling, it’s easier and more effective. over text he would be dry and use emojis sarcastically to try and get his emotion through — while over the phone you can tell his tone of voice and pick up on his mood better. he would also pin your conversation at the top of ‘messages’ and to make sure if his phone was ever on ‘do not disturb’ to have you singled out so you’d be able to disturb his phone.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ you would paint your nails red, because it’s jason’s signature color. whether it be simple or wacky designs, it would always be a shade of red. it’s a statement of your relationship that something that small is such a significant moment showing your knowledge of his favorite things. “look jay baby! ladybug nails! aren’t they so cute, do you like em?” — grinning like an idiot down at you, he took your hand and examined the new design. “absolutely adorable, doll. I love them.” he said kissing the back of your hand, and doing the same for the other. “so ladybugs huh?” — “they’re good luck, just like you” — “don’t make me laugh sweetheart” — “you’re my good luck charm, very lucky to have you” — “im extremely lucky to have you, doll. you wouldn’t believe it.” he said kissing the top of your head.

⋆. 𐙚 .ᐟ jason’s hands engulfed yours, he always wants to hold hands, just to feel your fingers intertwined with his. he did not give two shits if your hands were clammy or ice cold. he got a taste of real intimacy and wasn’t going to let that go. it would piss him off when you would try and take your hand away because you were scared of him thinking your hands were gross. “oh I know you didn’t just remove your hand from mine.” — “my hands are clammy” — “okay and mine are dry? lemme soak up that moisture, the fuck? im gonna use gorilla glue, nail glue with UV light and a small child’s stick glue the next time you try and remove your hand from mine. so we can be stuck together forever.”



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:3 thank you sm for reading!! <3 i appreciate it

i hope your having a wonderful day/night!!

I will try and write more, just gotta kickstart my noggin!!

[rhythmic-idealist]

One problem with the society of BNHA is that being “someone in need of saving” is an undesirable category to be in.

“People who need saving” is a category of people. It’s hypothetically a valued one, since heroes save those people.

However: there’s no glory in needing to be saved.

There’s glory in SAVING, but we value the people who do the SAVING, not who need to be saved.

One thing that REALLY felt off to me in the final chapter was how that granny talks to Joki Joki Boy. She talks about herself, about who she can be. If I was in his shoes I would itch under this. Under someone explaining how they can be so charitable to people like me.

I was trying to think about what Izuku could possibly have “showed the world.” I still don’t quite have my answer.

But weirdly I do know what wasn’t shown to the world when the cameras on Ochako and Himiko cut off.

They didn’t see a villain being a hero. They didn’t see a hero needing saving.

The lines between the three societal categories - hero, villain, and people who need saving/protecting - blurred. And the camera missed it.

Edit: I believe this is social commentary BNHA made on purpose. More is available in the notes if you’re curious.

[jokiyo]

unfortunately, im one of those people who cant stay up until midnight.... laugh it up, yep.

Happy new year, simblr!🎆

[princessbrunette]

telling rafe, "hm must've been one of ur other hoes," when he tries to scold you for doing something if that makes sense? like just trying to stop him from disciplining you with a little jokie joke but he's just like 😐😠

ಇ.ೀ

you swing your legs where you sit at the kitchen table, pushing your spoon around your now empty plate as rafe storms all around the kitchen — doing whatever the fuck he needed to do. he’d been neglecting you lately, busy and scatterbrained — and when he got like this, you craved being a brat.

“you— you know you’ve been a real pain in my ass all day.” he complains, opening drawers and cupboards seeming to be looking for something. you blink, eyeing him with an obvious attitude.

“have not. barely said anything to you today.”

“exactly, that — that right there.” he clicks, whirling on you to point a finger before carrying on.

“you’ve barely been around, how can i talk to you if you’re not here? i dunno, but it wasn’t me. must have been one of your other little hoes—” it’s a low blow, and you know it, the oldest cameron at your side in an instant, roughly gripping at your cheeks.

“you wanna repeat that or you wanna get fuckin’ slapped? nah, go ahead. talk your shit.” he adjusts his grip to your jaw so that you could speak if brave enough to do so. you blink up at him, wide and glassy eyed expression only making him cement the idea of a punishment in his mind. “get the hell upstairs, n’don’t make me ask you twice.” he drawls, quietly, threateningly.

shamefully, you hop off the seat and stand — taking one step away from him before he yanks you back by the shoulder nearly making you stumble. in the same second, he slaps your ass so hard it would make your head spin before shoving you off to walk again.

“other hoes. the hell’s wrong with you?” he mutters to himself as you disappear, finishing up what he was doing in the kitchen before joining you.

ಇ.ೀ

[genshin-obsessed]

Hey there! Nice to meet ya! Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe, and Wriothesley's s/o crying when she sees how bloody, battered and bruised they are?

Howdy! Nice to meet you as well! Thank you for the request, I hope you like it ^w^

Your boyfriend wasn't entirely reckless, but there were times when you wondered if he tried hard enough to... you know, not get hit? Normally, you're the one patching him up, and for the little wounds, you manage. But the days he comes back looking like he barely escaped with his life, you can't help but feel that deep seated fear reeling it's ugly head to remind you of the awful reality that one day, he may not come back.

Those are the hardest days for you.

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Kaeya

"Ow- hey, gentle." Kaeya said with a soft hiss as he felt the rushing pain through his wound, making the other parts of his arm hurt.

"Oh? Can't handle that?" You asked with a slightly frustrated tone as you kept cleaning the wound, not being much gentler. Kaeya frowned and let out a soft sigh as he turned to look at you. He was silent for a moment as he studied you- you looked angry but he could see you biting your bottom lip a little to keep it from trembling. Not to mention the excessive blinking to keep those tears back.

"I'm... ok, (y/n). I promise. It's just a small scratch. It doesn't even hurt that bad, I was just joki-"

"Stop lying to me." You said sternly, your hand pausing as your gaze met his. You could see the guilt lingering within. "I know it hurts. I know you were scared. I know... so stop lying." Kaeya reached up with his calloused hands and gently took yours.

"I'm sorry. I know I tend to worry you a lot. I'm really sorry." He murmured honestly, watching as your defenses broke and the tears filled your eyes. "Don't cry- please, don't cry." He said with a frown as he hugged you against him tightly. Blood slowly trickled down his arm but he didn't care. At the end of the day, it really didn't hurt that bad because you were taking care of him. But he did vow to be much more careful, seeing the toll it was taking on you.

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Diluc

Diluc sat there silently as you cleaned up the wounds. He didn't say a word or even flinch. You were just as silent, soft sighs escaping you when you turned away from him. He didn't say anything, but he definitely heard them. Once you finished up, you turned away from him, gathering the bloodied towels and tissues that lay around you two.

It was odd. Usually, the second he'd come through the door, you'd begin to scold him and the entire time you cleaned and dressed every single wound, even that tiny scratch that wasn't bleeding, your scolding never stopped. But tonight, you didn't say a single word. Not only that, but you avoided meeting his eyes which just sent a wave of discontent through him.

He waited and waited and waited, but you never spoke. As his crimson eyes watched you gather the cotton and tissues, he finally found his voice and called out.

"I'm... sorry."

"You're always sorry." You replied after a moment of hesitation. That was true. Diluc often got injured and would really just have an apology to give you. No assurances or anything. None that mattered anyway. Before you could leave, his arm shot out and he caught your wrist. Ever so gently, he pulled you back to him, turning your head so that you were looking at him.

"I know. I know, I don't have much other than a sorry to give you. But... I need to know if you're ok. I can tell when you're upset and I know you may not want to talk to me right now. But-" before Diluc could finish his sentence, you broke down. Tears filled your eyes and streamed down your cheeks and you fell against him. Without hesitation- without a word- his arms engulfed you in a warm embrace. So, you weren't ok and he could tell, he wasn't an idiot. But when you sighed and said you were fine, it brought him some form of comfort. But this? This was more painful than any wound on his body.

After that night, you saw less and less unnecessary wounds on him.

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Childe

His bruises and bloodied wounds almost always started some sort of argument between you two. You just never understood why he was so careless. Fine, whatever, he liked fighting. But why was he always getting hurt? Not only did he get hurt, sometimes it was bad. Stitches bad.

"You keep frowning like that and your face is gonna get stuck like that." He joked, only for you to glare in his direction. He always did that, he always trivialized the worry you felt for him as if it was unnecessary.

"I'm not a kid, stop it. You know this worries me. Why do you always end up this badly hurt?" Childe actually kept a lot hidden from you, especially when it came to his work as a Fatui. It's not that he didn't trust you- no way. It was just safer for you to not know about his work. Having knowledge was already dangerous, so he just... lied.

"Listen," he began softly as he grabbed your working hand, making that frown on your face deepen. "You're right, ok? I should be more careful and sometimes I'm not. But please don't be too angry with me. Not for my sake, but your own. I don't want you to be sad all night."

"Look at you, Ajax," you said, your voice beginning to shake with the emotions you were so desperately trying to contain. "Look at yourself and t-tell me how I'm n-not supposed to be sad." The tears filled your eyes and when you attempted to blink them back, they just spilled. Childe didn't speak. He just pulled you against him, holding you tightly.

"They're just surface wounds, love. I swear to you- with everything that I am- no one is ever going to take me away from you. I'll always come home to you." And he kept that promise. He was a lot more careful though, doing his best to avoid frivolous fights. It was definitely a big change for him, but your tears that night, they hurt more than any wound he'd ever sustained.

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Wriothesley

“It’s not that bad.” Wriothesley said as his gaze remained focused on your face. “It barely hurts, really. Can’t even feel it. I guess I’m just strong— Ack!”

You didn’t say a word, your eyes just shot up to Wriothesley who just sheepishly chuckled. Your silence was just the worst. He’d rather you yell at him, throw things at him, insult him— whatever. Just don’t stay quiet. Not that you've ever resorted to any of those, but he finds anger more manageable than silence.

“Come on, I’m ok. It hurts a little but what wound doesn’t? I really am fine.” He sighed after a moment and leaned back in the chair when you once again refused to speak or even look at him. He knew and understood why you were so upset with him. But it’s not like he could’ve helped it. He got into fights, he had to sometimes. If he backed down, he’d lose respect. It’s not like he fights every meathead out there, he just needs to teach certain people lessons. Doesn’t mean they won’t hit him back.

A small sniffle from you made his icy blue eyes shoot to you. They slowly widened as he felt a small droplet land on his arm.

“Hey, come on, don’t cry. I’m fine. I swear.” He said as he sat right back up and tried to grab your face. You brushed his hand away and kept cleaning the wound before he grabbed your wrist. “(Y/n), please look at me.” He murmured, finally making you stop.

“I don’t care if it doesn’t hurt you, it hurts me.” You didn’t have to say much after that as Wriothesley engulfed you into a tight hug.

It put things into perspective, that one little sentence. Those last three words. There was a drastic shift in his behavior after that day. He was more careful and avoided fights unless it was necessary. Even then, he’d try to push back. Did people question him after that? Of course they did, but Wriothesley only fought those who really required it.

[velvetvexations]

It got to a point where the weird background noise of distain for transmascs within the queer community, frequently from other fucking transmascs, made me stop really wanting to call myself a trans man. I kind of avoid saying it where I can now. I'm factually transgender but I'm "just some guy" I'm "something like that" when asked.

It wasn't the active vitriol that did it either, it was the casual, mocking scorn.

I'm proudly bisexual, proudly queer in concept, but... Maybe it's because being extremely dysphoric and disabled made it hard to be proud in the first place, maybe I'd feel differently if I wasn't mostly housebound and could meet more queer people in the real world, but it's nearly impossible for me to feel pride in a part of my identity that so much of my own community seems to consider trite and embarrassing.

I don't know, maybe I /am/ a whiny loser transmasc who can't take a joke, but I think even just joking about entire identities being pathetic and annoying can't be good for the community. Either way, thankyou for sticking by your brothers and siblings, Miss Velvet, you do make me feel less ashamed in this way.

The idea is that men have surely brought it on themselves. And I don't really see how you can't apply to that logic to anyone. Like, if a transfem abuses a transmasc, and a transmasc abuses a transfem, it seems like those two people in particular are dead even, and should have a greenlight to be horribly transphobic to each other. It's so obviously childsh, pointless nonsense that serves no purpose whatsoever.

And I mean, COME ON. They'll be like "oohhh but why can't we make our widdle jokie wokies :(" and then you ask them to give you some of their act and it's just a nihilistic screaming cocaine bender about how much they despise the guts of everyone other than themselves and sincerely thinks the world would be better off without them.

"but oppressed people get catharsis!"

IDK, maybe I don't want you to get catharisis. Maybe I want you to be frustrated and miserable for as long as that's where you get your catharsis from. We're gonna be over here doing something that's actually praxis and does good for whatever cause while your therapist tries to introduce you to breathing techniques that might make you less of an annoying death-obsessed freak.

And truly we fucked up letting it get this bad. Everyone could broadly agree it was fine to make fun of dominant groups but it's spiraled so far out of control people care more about targets they can actually hurt instead of the one's doing the oppression.

Which is cowardly, too, by the way. Like, have you noticed how little any of those bloggers talk about transphobic cis people? I talk about transphobic cis people. The closest they come is bringing up TERFs to make up a 100% fake backstory justifiying slurring other trans people, and femboys to say anyone who isn't attracted to trans women are simply transmisogynistic liars and the people they are attracted to simply a poor immitation of Trve Transwymyn.

Their politics are not remotely oriented towards anything remotely productive and never have been, because they don't care about transfemminism, or transmisogyny, or any of that, it's the furthest thing from their minds, what they care about is getting the constant attention that requires an enemy.

[filmofhybe]

when enhypen sees a beautiful fan ( maknae - line )

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정원 jungwon

Man had heart eyes

It was during send off for their tour when he first saw you.

You somehow stuck out the most out of everyone

when he was around your barricade area he was hoping you would ask him for a picture or just ANYTHING

“Jungwon~ can we get a polaroid together?”

YOUR VOICE MATCHED YOU SO WELL so soft and delicate

“ ye-yes of course.” He stuttered so badly cuz how can he not after a beautiful girl just asked him for a POLAROID PICTURE WITH HIM?

His hands was shaking when you handed him your polaroid😞 bless him

He held the camera up and took a picture with you. While you air cupped his cute cheeks (cause your respectful) and did a kissy face near his cheek.

Oh how much he wished you would actually kiss his cheeks

He grabbed a pen and signed the polaroid before handing it back to you.

You were so excited you didn’t even realize jungwon “accidentally” took a polaroid of you. Quickly shoving the polaroid in his pocket.

He fr thought he was slick with it💀 cuz not even 10 minutes after the send off ended videos and pics of him admiring you was all over Twitter

Especially when ppl saw him shove a polaroid pic of you in his pocket

Engenes was crazy about it and spammed your insta comments with like “JUNGWON HAS A POLAROID OF YOU!” , “got THE Yang jungwon staring at her😞” , “I’m not even surprised she’s so pretty..” ETC.

got to see you at the last stop of their tour and didn’t even hesitate to talk to you and ask for your weverse 😨

like your that pretty he asked for your weverse😭

선우 Sunoo

Saw you when he was filming en-LoG

Basically he went to this little pet café with Niki and he wanted to play with the cats

So when he walked into the room. It wasn’t too crowded but the first thing he lay his eyes on was a Calico cat on your lap.

You were patting it so elegantly it made him stare at you for a little bit too long

Niki had to snap him out of it

he than sat down 2 table away from you

Cuz he wanted to keep admiring your gorgeous features

Niki was filming him playing around with the cats but he noticed sunoo wasn’t even focusing on the cats atp😭

His eyes was on you and the fact he had a little blush on his face after realizing his pc was behind your phone

You were so focused on the cute cat you didn’t even realize your own bias was staring at you💀

Like dumbass fr

But after awhile you felt like someone was staring at you and when you looked up you saw him

You were flabbergasted like the guy behind your phone is in front of you?

Like What In the what? You fr thought this only happens in fantasy worlds

But you both smiled at each other and before you know it the cat that was on your lap walked over to sunoo

You were kinda upset cuz you felt a special bond with the cat that had now BETRAYED YOU but watching sunoo play with the cat made you smile

“Sorry for stealing your cat.” JGSGHHVNRG YOUR BIAS JUST TALKED TO YOU?

You were freaking up and told him is alright before sipping on your drink

After a few minutes you decided to go visit the dogs. Of Course you were sad cuz you didn’t get a pic with sunoo but you want to be respectful.

Before you step out of the café you noticed sunoo walking towards you

“Will you be back anytime soon?”

“I actually own this place.”

Jackpot. His next few en-log would be at the same location now💀

The type to have a secret insta acc and following your café to keep up with it

にしむら りき Nishimura Riki

Yk how enhypen went to this school and they performed?

You weren’t even planning to go in that day cuz exam season and you were having a cold so like ew

But your twin sister was ranting how you should go cuz enhypen was going to perform

Like I mean I guess that what get you going

You thought she was joking until they actually appeared in front of you.

You wanted to scream but your sore ass throat wasn’t doing you any justice.

Than suddenly they were going to pick a random fan out of the whole crowd and the mc saw you had a pc of niki behind your phone and picked you

Bro you were so embarrassed ibsfr with you

Like you didn’t know what to do

The mc went like “Niki she’s a fan of you!!”

but you didn’t realize niki was the one who picked you

Brotha told the mc to pick you because your the most beautiful girl he has ever seen

He didn’t even know your bias was him he just wanted to interact with you

And when he knew your bias was him, his heart melt

The mc asked you if you were good at singing and everyone started saying yes

Your the golden voice of the school

“I can’t sing I’m sick today.” You said into the mic making everyone kinda chuckle and the mc was being such a silly person and told you is okay because is enhypen

“Yeah don’t worry just have fun.” NIKI? WHAT? Bro said that to you. Bro you folded.

So now here’s you singing “Given-Taken” while enhypen dancing to it.

They were all shocked when you hit heeseung’s high note WHILE BEING SICK?

Niki was in love bruh he wasn’t even tryna hide it when he didn’t want to pull away after you guys shook hands

Bro was still clinging onto your hands and staring at you with heart eyes

And everyone saw how he looked at you

Bro every engene wished they were you

And let me tell you how Niki said he wanted to go back there to perform just to hear you sing and see you again

It happened and Niki wanted you to be his so bad like omg man has never been this down bad

Stalked your whole school social media page just to find your the golden voice of the school and your insta😞

Whipped asf

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[lissyneedstopissy]

tuna mayo ! miya osamu

chapter one – i'll probably get fired

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07:07.

The time your phone clock showed.

You stared at your phone while thinking about how cold it would be outside the comfort of your blanket.

‘If I get up, I’ll get reaaaally cold.’

07:08.

‘If I don’t get up, I’ll stay warm.’

30 seconds of quietness passes by.

‘If I get up, I have to go to work.’

07:09.

You set your phone down next to you, while positioning yourself to lay flat on your back, giving you the perfect access to stare at your blank, white ceiling.

‘If I don’t get up… will I get fired?’

You shift your eyes to your closet, eyeing down your black MSBY quarter-zip sweater. With one dramatic, yet tired sigh, you get up from bed, and finally start your day.

‘I’ll definitely get fired.’

About three months ago, you received a call from Hamamoto Jiro, the head manager for the Division 1 V. League team, the MSBY Black Jackals. You had applied to become a part of the public relations team, specifically the media team, due to needing a job to hold you over while you had started your last year of university. 

Yet, you never actually expected to… get the job.

After slipping on your quarter-zip, a pair of straight legged jeans, and your Adidas Sambas, you checked your phone.

07:37.

“aaauuuuuuuuggggghhhhhhh.” A low, annoyed sigh was let out. Your shift started in 23 minutes, and for some reason, you thought you had enough time to make a stop at Natsukashii, your favorite cafe.

You quietly muttered to yourself as you grabbed the keys to your Toyota GT-86. Driving to work always brought you a sense of tranquility, as the roads were usually empty.

When you were about 5 minutes into your 18 minute car ride, your music stopped abruptly, due to your ringtone sounding. You look at your carplay.

You answered the call with no complaints. “Hello?” 

Atsumu was the first person you truly became friends with at work, due to you both matching each other’s vibes, yet in somewhat contrasting ways. He has a humongous ego, and you’re able to immediately humble someone. Need I say more?

“Good mornin’, [Y/N].” A moderately tired voice spoke over the phone, quickly followed by a short yawn. You could hear volleyballs hitting the floor in the background.

“Good morning, Atsumu. Aren’t you supposed to be, like, practicing?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Ha-ha.” He grumbled over the phone while rolling his eyes. “I’m takin’ a coffee break right now.”

You hear him sip his coffee loudly, and before you could speak again, he beats you to it. “You comin’ in today?”

“Yeeeaaahhhh.” You elongated. “I decided I didn’t want to get fired just yet.”

You hear a brief chuckle over the phone line. “How long until ya get here?” You look at the time.

07:45.

“I’ll be there in 10.” 

“Perfect, see ya soon.” And with that, the phone call ended. As your music started playing again, you decided to try and speed up a little bit to get to work faster.

07:52.

You look at the time on your phone as you exit your car and head for the doors to the main entrance of MSBY’s training gym. ‘Beat the ETA by 3 minutes.’ you thought playfully to yourself.

After walking through the main entrance, and to the employee’s lounge, you clocked in. Now, you have 8 hours before your shift ends. With that, you walk to the main gym where 12 of the Jackals were playing a practice set, not including Atsumu. As you begin to walk over to him, you take note of who’s playing.

‘Hinata’s on that side… Bokuto’s on the other… yeesh.’ Your eyes then land on Meian Shūgo, the captain of the Jackals. You quickly trail your eyes up and down his handsome body. 

‘SMASH.’ is the first thing that comes to your mind when you see him.

“How are you already this horny, and it's barely 8 o’clock?” Atsumu says as you take a seat beside him on the bench. “Excuse me? I’m not horny. What could you possibly be talking about?” You say as you’re holding a hand over your heart in an offended, joking manner.

“Nah, I seen the way yer lookin’ at Meian. Keep it in yer pants, [Y/N].”

You leaned a bit closer to Atsumu, with your lips close to his ears. “Look at the way his sweat drips down his body, the way he bites his lip before spiking the ball, and if you move your eyes down his body a bit more, then-” You whispered seductively, yet stopped as Atsumu shoved your head away.

“Enough.” He sighs, his hand palming his face.

You begin to laugh at his somewhat annoyed state. “Just kidding!”

“No yer not.”

“Yeah, no, you’re right.” You spoke in defeat, shifting your eyes back to Meian. “Kinda sucks that he’s a bit too old, y’know?”

“No, I don’t know.”

You slowly turn to look at Atsumu with a disgusted face. After a few seconds of staring at one another, you get up and begin walking to the door. “K bye don’t ever talk to me again.” He waved you off, and just as soon as you were halfway to the exit…

SMACK

You instinctively cover your right cheek, and look down at the volleyball that’s bouncing. Up and down. 

‘Ain’t no way…’

You look at Hinata, and he’s already on his way to you.

“[L/N], I’M SO SO SO SORRY! I DIDN’T MEAN FOR THAT TO HAPPEN!” You sneak a quick glance at Atsumu, who’s stifling his laugh.

You let out a smile. “Don’t sweat it, Hinata. It barely hurts!”

“Stop yer lyin’!” Atsumu yelled out from the bench, finally letting some of his laughter go. 

“Shut up, piss blonde!” You yelled, earning laughs from a couple people. While Hinata was still in a small panic over his unintentional infliction of pain towards you, Sakusa had already brought you an ice pack from the coaches office.

“Ah, thank you, Sakusa.” You spoke as you politely bowed your head.

He nodded. And then… he just… walked away?

‘Weird.’ You thought as you lifted the ice pack to your cheek, not taking your eyes off Sakusa. You liked him, though. He wasn’t that talkative, and you thought his bendy wrists were really cool.

“[l/nnnnnn].” The weak voice brought you away from your thoughts. You look down in curiosity, just to see Hinata literally on his knees, bowing to you, with Bokuto and Inunaki cackling in the background. “imsorryireallydidntmeantohurtyouiloveyoupleaseforgiveme.”

“I already forgave you, get up.” You groaned, placing a hand on your hip. “My hair is gonna turn gray because of you!” 

As Hinata began to stand up, still being teased by Bokuto and Inunaki, you left the gym.

It was time to get to work, and monitor all of the MSBY Black Jackals social media accounts, starting off with Instagram. Having all of the official accounts on your phone was your biggest flex. 

As you went to MSBY’s profile, you could see a story was posted. This brought you to a panic, as you don’t remember posting anything, and although some others had access to the account, you were the one to do the posting and communications.

When you clicked on it, this is what you saw:

Your eyes widened, and you immediately deleted it. You ran to the gym, and screamed: “ATSUMU!!!”

authors notes !

𐙚 i have read over this multiple times , and to be honest , i'll probably end up editing this again sooner or later .

𐙚 hope you enjoyed it , my love !

[emma045]

Y/N: feeling confident huh?

Steal my skin then and live my life then we'll talk

Cyn: okay

Y/N: WAIT NO I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKING I WAS JOKI-

[petalsscribbles]

Bad habits

summary: yn encounters his ex at a party he didnt even want to go to. A handsome stranger offers to help him chase his ex away. Unbeknownst to yn, the stranger is actually Lee Heeseung, popular but aloof music production major with good grades and bad habits.

pairing: lee heeseung x male reader

genre: smau, fluff, humor, angst(mayhaps a sprinkle), college au, grumpy x sunshine

featuring: enhypen members, yeji from itzy, yunjin from le sserafim, soobin from TXT

content warning: cheating ex, smoking, alcohol consumption, kms and sexual jokie jokes, cursing, situationship

status: completed

started: 18.3.2024

finished: 7.4.2024

taglist: CLOSED

author's note: this is my first smau plz be nice to me babes T.T

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be taken seriously or as a representation of the idols.

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the party

introductions (smau+written)

morning after

phone call

late night date

night out (smau+written)

the million dollar question

he's mine

aftermath

flower prince

drunken mistake

talk of shame

비틀비틀 (smau+written)

the arrangement

confrontation

getaway

mission simpossible

jealousy jealousy

overthinking

confession (smau+written)