#like both can have the weirdest responses and the both don’t talk much

[drlooneylegs]

Weird take: they remind me of each other for some reason

[lemonlover1110]

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Toji Fushiguro

[Chapter 7] First Ultrasound

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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

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On what you’re assuming is the start of the third month of your pregnancy, you finally manage to make an appointment for your first ultrasound. You debate if you want to tell Toji or not. Would he want to come? You’re not too sure if you’re being honest. He’s told you that he wants to be the best possible father for your child, but you don’t trust him. Given his track record, you can’t exactly trust him.

“I’m just here to drop off your money.” Toji can easily transfer money through the bank monthly, but he chooses to give it to you. Every two weeks he’s at your door with your money. You agreed to quit your second job and take his money; you still have your second job, but the nights that you know he’s coming, you take off. Toji invites himself in even if he’s just handing you an envelope. He never comes just to give you that.

“How’s work?” You ask, closing the door when he enters your apartment. You find it ironic that you talk more now than when you were married. He actually engages in conversation now, and he tries to talk to you as well, asking how you’re doing.

“Exhausting.” He answers. You can tell that he’s been working more lately, or at the very least he’s not getting proper sleep. There’s visible bags under his eyes, and he’s slowly letting himself go, at least he doesn’t give the proper care since he has a bit of a stubble; he’s also due for a haircut. “How about you? How are you holding up?”

“I’m doing okay… I’ve been dealing with a bit of morning sickness but nothing crazy.” You answer. You leave out any other of your symptoms. How your breasts are sore, you’re extremely tired (which can also be alluded back to your second job), how you’ve suddenly been having the weirdest cravings. Sure, you’re talking, but you don’t want him to know more than necessary. You try to change the topic since you don’t like having the spotlight on you, “How’s Megumi doing?”

“He’s doing fine… He has a baseball game next Thursday, if you want to come.” He informs you and you take a note of it. You’ll try to go since you have a soft spot for Megumi, but you’re not certain that you’ll make it. 

“I’ll try. Hope I’m doing better then.” You respond. He slowly nods in response, and he tries to think of something to talk about, but nothing comes to mind so he begins to walk to the door. He won’t try to waste both of your time. Before his hand wraps around the doorknob, you speak up,

“Toji…” He completely stops. Not a single breath comes from him until you speak again, “I know that you’re busy so, I’m just inviting you to be courteous… I have my first ultrasound tomorrow, if you want to join me.”

“What time?” He asks, and you tell him. At noon. He nods, and tells you, “I’ll come pick you up.”

He stands still for a moment, wondering what to do next. Wondering if you’re going to do something else. You stand in completely awkward silence for a minute before Toji realizes that nothing else will happen, so he walks out. He doesn’t say goodbye, although you don’t mind it because he never does.

Toji hasn’t been a man that’s usually punctual, so you’re surprised when he’s early. You might’ve told him that the appointment was earlier than it actually is so you wouldn’t be late, but there’s not much you can do when he’s right in front of you, thirty minutes before your appointment. The place isn’t even a twenty minute drive.

“Hi.” You awkwardly smile at him. You notice how he’s finally shaved the stubble, and you’re curious if he did so last night or this morning. “So… I might’ve– The appointment was pushed back to twelve thirty.”

“Oh– Okay.” He answers. You almost tell him the truth, but it might incite an argument so it’s best if you ignore it and tell a little white lie. He won’t question much, he never does, so you’re safe. “Did you eat something already? Do you want to grab something to eat?”

“I don’t have much of an appetite.” You respond, and he nods his head. He isn’t going to argue with you that you should eat something regardless, you’re pregnant and you have to keep yourself healthy for the baby– He isn’t your father nor your husband, you’re old enough to make your own decisions. And while Toji wishes he could say he was worried about this pregnancy, he simply isn’t. As fucked up it is to even think about it, he’s more worried about you than the child you carry.

“What do you want to do then? Do you just want to head out and wait?” He asks, and you nod your head in response, if you get lucky, your appointment will start earlier. You disappear out of his sight for a moment to grab your purse, but you’re back quickly. You exit the apartment and you begin to walk to his car. 

The car ride is silent, you don’t have much to talk about. You don’t sense him being as excited… Or excited at all about this so you’re quiet. You don’t pay him any mind. You’re over the moon at the thought of looking at your baby for the first time. You’re in disbelief that you’re about to become a mother. Finally.

You get to the place and check in. Waiting feels interminable as you sit next to Toji. He simply looks around, while you begin to play a game on your phone. Toji finds himself bored, and since he doesn’t have anything interesting to do, he chooses to try and talk to you. He clears his throat, and speaks up, “So how far along are you anyway?”

“Hm… I think, maybe three months along? I do have a bit of a bump.” You share, and Toji’s brows raise, he looks over at you, but your shirt is baggy which doesn’t let him really figure anything out. His eyes keep staring, and he finds himself frustrated at the fact he doesn’t know. If you lived with him he’d see your body better, and he’d notice every small change. At least that’s what he thinks. 

Your name is called and you stand up, following the woman to the ultrasound room. Toji follows behind, walking much slower, trying to see if he does notice a bit of a bump. The previous night you were wearing a tank top– He didn’t notice anything then. He isn’t all too observant anyway so maybe he missed it.

Toji watches as you lay down, and you begin to talk to the technician. He doesn’t pay much attention to what’s going on between you two. Until you finally lift up your shirt, and he does see a bit of a bump. It’s nothing that’s really noticeable but it’s there when you lift up your shirt, it’s definitely something he would’ve noticed if you lived together. 

You squeal as the cold gel is poured on your abdomen, and the transducer is then pressed on your skin. Your eyes then fall on the monitor, and an immediate smile comes to your lips. A little kidney bean. Your eyes well up with tears as the technician points out their little head.

“It’s just one baby, right?” Toji asks, and the technician assures him that it’s just one baby. It makes him breathe a sigh of relief. He notices you stick out your bottom lip, and he rolls his eyes. You seriously didn’t want twins, did you?

You look over at Toji, trying to see if there’s a bit of excitement behind his eyes when he looks at the ultrasound, and while it’s not clearly written on his face, you see a spark in his eyes as he looks at the monitor. He perks up when he hears the sound of the baby’s heartbeats. It’s in that moment that Toji realizes just how big this is–

He’s a father, he knows the birth of a baby is a big deal. Toji would give up his life for Megumi. But your pregnancy… The beginning of it didn’t excite him the way that his first wife’s did. Maybe it’s because he was set on not being a father again, or maybe it’s because you’re separated. Perhaps it’s because even though he wanted to use your pregnancy as a means for you to stay, you still left. He’s just focused on you and your relationship, not the fact that he’s actually becoming a father again. Doing it all over again.

He isn’t sure if he’s ready to do it all over again; but he feels the excitement slowly grow by looking at his baby and listening to their heartbeat. It’s nothing too crazy though.

When the technician finishes up, you’re handed a napkin to wipe off the gel. You do so, and you’re told to wait for the doctor. You’re smiling foolishly, thinking that you’re becoming a mother even though you had given up on that dream a while ago. Given that dream up for the man that’s waiting next to you.

“You seem really excited.” Toji comments when you’re left alone. He watches your hand go to your lower abdomen as you look up at him.

“I am. I can’t wait to meet my baby.” You answer. Toji chuckles, your excitement radiating and infectious. “Do you want a baby boy or a girl?”

“Hmm… A baby boy since I already know how to deal with boys. I have no idea how I’d raise a girl.” He responds. “How about you? Do you want a girl or a boy?”

“I don’t have a preference, I just want a healthy baby. Boy or girl.” You reply, and Toji wonders if that’s how he should’ve responded. Would that have gotten him positive points with you? Did his response fuck everything up a little more?

The doctor walks in, and she tells you what you want to hear. The baby is healthy, and growing the way they should be. You’re around fourteen weeks along– Which means you’ll be due around December, and that you’re further along than what you assumed. Your baby wasn’t conceived the night that you told Toji you’d be leaving him.

You get your ultrasound pictures, and Toji takes two, even though he tries to act like he isn’t excited.

[cici-sunshine]

I just had (in my opinion) a fucking amazing idea for a story after looking at this post (which is amazing by the way)

Okay just imagine this… Sukuna x Reader but with the AU in which sukuna is yuijs older brother.

So now there are two different “scenarios”

1. Sukuna and Yuji have a relatively small age gap. You’re one of Yujis closest friends and hang out at his pretty often. Yuji is just such a sunshine, just a positive person in general. His older brother how ever not so much. He’s just a troublemaker through and through. He got his face pierced, smokes and even got some tattoos behind his parent’s back (also may I add he’s 100% a biker or drives an amazing black car). Sukuna and Yuji have a pretty typical sibling relationship. They both care for each other but don’t get along that well (typical around that age I guess). You first meet Sukuna when you have a sleepover at Yujis house. He invited you (and Megumi and Nobara) because his parents were gone for the weekend. At around 2 am you still lay awake on the mattress in the living room, the others are already fast asleep. Suddenly you hear the jiggling of keys in front of the door. At first you’re scared, cause who the hell is at the door at this hour. Then the door opens and Sunkuna in all his glory is standing just a few feet away from you…

The second scenario is 100% inspired by THIS

2. This time Sukuna and Yuji have a big age gap alright. So you’re in Sukunas class. You don’t necessarily get along that well but you’re not on bad terms either. You both just don’t acknowledge each others presence more than necessary I guess. Everyone is living in the dorms except for Sukuna. At first everyone wondered why and some even came up with the weirdest theories as to why. The school year is almost at its end so that means it’s time for a school trip. Everyone is excited except for Sukuna. That wasn’t necessarily weird considering that he never showed his emotions much in general. What made you suspicious is the fact that he stayed behind after class to talk to the teacher (Gojo duh) even tho he’s usually the first one out the door at the end of class. Being the curious person you are, you stay behind too and eavesdrop on their conversations. Sukuna says something about not being able to go to the school trip and the teacher knowing why. To which the teacher only responds with words of understanding and support. That only confuses you even more. You follow Sukuna home (Funking stalker tf) because you’re determined to find out what he’s hiding. You follow him thinking he’ll just go straight home or to some shady place of sorts. But to your surprise he heads to a kindergarten!? You wait outside just to see him walk out of there with a much smaller copy of him. Only problem is that this small copy is looking directly at you. You quickly try to walk away and act like you’re just there by accident, but it’s too late. The little guy is pointing directly at you and before you can really react you can hear Sukuna say “what the hell are you doing here?!”…

Okay so that was that lol. Im so sorry for my grammar English is not my first language.

Do these “scenarios” have fanfic or oneshot potential or am I literally the only one that’s a sucker for big bro sukuna

I’d love to write a whole fic about the second one because I have literally so many ideas but I’m not sure if it would be good or if literally anyone would enjoy it haha.

I’m always open for feedback, suggestions and responses 🩵

[also just to clarify in advance I’m sure this isn’t that much of a original idea but I’d still love to write something like that (maybe lol)]

~Rules~

[thelampisaflashlight]

The ghouls, but I reveal how I actually headcanon them personality wise. Below the cut.

Aether: Plays at being timid/submissive, but uses it to provoke bigger/wilder responses, because he likes seeing people go absolutely bonkers when he flips the switch and goes ham himself.

He enjoys instigating things and then letting the other person take over, because it’s that much more entertaining when he starts taking control again.

It’s like a cat showing its belly.

You were never in control of the situation.

An absolute nightmare when paired up with Swiss during trips to bars, because neither of them are playing around with the macho meathead bullshit.

Dewdrop: Fairly subdued overall, but he’s easily stirred up/teased into doing some crazy ass shit.

Definitely loves chaos and all it brings, though he’s not opposed to the idea of softness and a quiet day to himself.

More of a “Just because I’m alone doesn’t mean I’m lonely.” type which often gets misread as him being aloof/cold for not always enjoying having company.

The friend who gives you a heartfelt pep talk, but calls you a little bitch (affectionate) at the end of it.

Side hug kinda guy.

Multi/Swiss: Buys fancy mixed drinks with his dinner and enjoys them without joking about it in that, “Aw, couldn’t they have given it to me in a different glass?” kind of way.

Not afraid to be vibrant and colorful in the way he acts or speaks, and encourages his friends to do the same and appreciate the good things in life without feeling a need to hide it.

Will make people argue in circles for hours if they try to give him a hard time.

“Yes, but if that were true, this-” 

He’s quite proud of it.

Rain: He’s a sweetheart, and genuinely quite sweet, but he will also do the weirdest shit knowing no one will believe it was him who did it. 

Never anything malicious though.

Unless you count biting.

Because I feel like Rain is the biter here, not any worse than Dewdrop, but he’s the type who waits until he sees an opening that will maximize reactions with minimal effort.

In short; “I would very much like to make you scream.”

Mountain: The guy who keeps you safe at a metal show by standing behind you the whole time like an ominous obelisk of a man. 

Resting bitch face to the max until he’s leaning down and asking if you’re gonna finish the rest of your donut and let’s out a slow, “Yoooo...” when you let him have it.

I cannot emphasize enough the slowness of the yo.

Would let you sleep in his bed... without him in it.

Teamed up with Rain, you are 1000% in for the weirdest adventures, and you’ll never be able to recreate the experience with anyone else.

Cumulus: An absolute sweetie, who could probably bench every member of the band with ease.

She’s the person who asks if she can try picking you up, and then proceeds to do so both emotionally and physically.

Lifts Cirrus all the time because she can.

Shows affection through hugs, kisses, and headbutts.

Mildly concussed?

Good.

Cirrus: Confident in who she is, and straightforward with how she thinks and feels, although she can often be a bit too blunt.

Joins Aether and Swiss in getting rude people to talk themselves into a corner in the best/worst way possible.

Has “You’re in her DMs, but I’m living in her head rent free.” energy and she knows it.

Sunshine: Gives off a playful and innocent air, but with an edge that indicates that that’s definitely not always the case.

Doesn’t play games when it comes to the safety of herself or her friends, and can go from joking around to deadly serious at the drop of a hat.

I don’t know why, but I can see her getting into a bar fight alongside the others if they saw someone being a dickhead, and would wear any bruises she gets from it as a badge of honor.

Has a solid punch, but you really have to look out for her legs, because she kicks like a horse and will knock your ass across the room.

[celestetcetera]

YOUR TAGS ON MY 14~DONNA/SHAUN POST......FINALLY SOMEONE WHO'S ALSO SO SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM!!!!!!! hello hi....... O.O

YES HI HIII!!! Omg I literally have been thinking about Them nonstop <3 i love me a good queerplatonic situation

sidenote i do believe your post is responsible for my and my sibling's nonstop use of the phrase "queerplatonic V" (which we have been applying to 14~donna/shaun (sidenote we need a cool name for this ship) as well as a few other dynamics in different media. lmao i have a shipping type)

anwyay. here's some of my brainrot Thoughts about them:

Shaun is so supportive of his wife’s newoldfound alien platonic soulmate <3 he’s just happy to see her laugh and smile all the time. where before when she tried to remember she'd get sad and not understand why

Absolutely this fic’s fault but I love the idea of Rose & Shaun being the ones to be like. Oh yeah these guys are queerplatonic as HELL but they'll never notice so they push them together

A special favorite of this dynamic is Shaun making them go on Platonic Date Nights

I also love the idea that the three of them are so supportive of their little throuple that there is simply zero problems with jealousy or whatever. Shoutout to this post that pitches a telepathic alien trying to mess w/ their relationship only for it to fail spectacularly

Honestly it is a tad criminal that we don’t get to see more of Fourteen and Shaun interacting or tbh Shaun in general. I think the Doctor very quickly bonds with the entire Noble-Temple fam

He and Shaun scheme together bc they both know Donna is the most awesome woman in the universe <3 but she apparently DOESN’T so they set up little date nights and such to pamper her lol

Donna and Fourteen tease each other relentlessly they r constantly bickering <3

The three of them also have p much every aspect of parenting Rose covered. Donna and Shaun were already slaying but the Doctor pops in as a fun uncle that helps with her history homework, coaches her through weird metacrisis side effects, and occasionally chats about gender

Sidenote I just love the headcanon that Donna & Rose retain some of the powers from the metacrisis, even though they’ve given most of it up

There’s this one post that was made pre-specials that talks about the idea that Donna vague regeneration powers and I personally like the idea that she can just Do That but never really notices lmao

Also since this is my canon now. Fourteen has the weirdest gender experience of an iteration yet

Obviously the Doctor in general is hella genderfluid but Fourteen doesn’t identify as a guy 100%

They didn’t have time to question it during specials canon and just kinda rolled with the biggest thing that stood out to him, which is being a man again (for the most part) but later on he thinks and observes Rose more and he’s kinda just like. Hmmmm I think theres more to this

Anyway Fourteen uses the/he/they/she pronouns roughly in that order

[exhaustedcatte]

Professor Lupin

“The weirdest thing just happened,” Remus strides into the common room a little dazed.

James and Sirius are bouncing scraps of parchment on a snoozing Peter’s forehead when Remus makes his announcement.

The two boys flick the last piece of paper, with the combined force of two incredibly talented Quidditch players, onto Peter’s head to wake him up; it does the trick, the poor mouse jerks awake.

“Well, what gives, Moony?” James asks curiously.

Remus brews a cup of tea and heaves himself into the armchair beside Peter.

“I went to retrieve my books from Charms, right? Flitwick wasn’t there, but his first years had already seated themselves,” Remus explains. “And when I walked in all the chatter died down, and the class stood up to greet me.”

Sirius raises a manicured brow. “Isn’t the respect a good thing?”

“No, they said Good Morning Professor,” Remus pitches his voice high as he stresses the greeting.

His focus on the enactment leads him to stirring his peppermint tea with a quill instead of a spoon.

Peter gently removes the ceramic mug from his hand, setting about to brew him a proper cup. Relieved of the fragile object in his hands, Remus smiles gratefully at his friend – now able to gesticulate the severity of the matter.

James cackles wildly, “They assumed you were the professor?”

“So everyone is finally catching our drift,” Sirius adds, smiling like a proud mother. “Good on you, Moons.”

“What about me screams Professor?” Remus scoffs.

The response, unexpectedly, comes from Peter. “I wonder what about your white shirt, sweater vest and slacks make you look like a dignified Oxford grad, Moony, I really wonder.”

“But I wear our uniform,” the boy points out, “doesn’t that make it obvious that i study here and not teach.”

“But I don’t think I’ve seen you in robes since the first day of class, years ago Moony,” Sirius rebuttals with a laugh.

“You look like the muggles in the films that Lily brings in those cassettes,” James nods. “It’s definitely your sweaters.”

“It’s much too warm for a proper jumper, but cold enough for a vest,” Remus argues half-heartedly.

“It’s not just that, you’re tall and smart and so –” Sirius interrupts himself. “You just emanate this professor-y aura. I, personally, find it incredibly sexy,” he winks.

“The point, my dear Moony,” James pushes his glasses with his shoulder. “Is that you’re like a teacher, and it’s not just your clothes.”

Given Remus’ conflicted expression, he definitely disagreed.

“Mr Lupin,” McGonagall beckons him into her chamber. “Please sit. How are your classes?”

“I’m enjoying them, Professor,” Remus replies, nicking two sweets from her glass jar.

The sudden pursing of her lips indicates her increased efforts to hide her smile. Remus knows she loves it when he jests with her.

“And I have heard,” she composes herself, “that you have been a wonder in Ms Sharma’s class. She doesn’t spare kind words easily, but she speaks of you very highly.”

“Defence is especially interesting,” Remus deflects the compliment, but his pinking ears deceive him.

Minerva’s eyes glint. “And what of Potions? Are you glad you dropped it?”

“I think Professor Slughorn is happier about that,” Remus snorted.

“Well then, what are you thinking of pursuing after N.E.W.Ts?”

The conversation drew up to a blank.

Remus chewed on the inside of his cheek. She had asked him the same question the last two sessions as well, and he had replied with a half-hearted I’m still exploring my options. They both knew his array of choices were rather limited.

“Don’t think too hard Remus,” she pats his hand kindly. “You’ll do just fine in whatever you choose.”

“You don’t think Ms Pince would let me be a Librarian here, do you?” He jokes.

The Gryffindor house-head cracks a small smile, “I think she would be more disappointed that you’re selling yourself too short.”

Not much leaves Remus speechless, given his constant company of troublemakers (he can talk about objectively repulsive things now without batting an eye or blocking his nostrils, he’s developed an immunity to things that would leave others flabbergasted). But this does leave him a little stunned.

“Don’t you have a study group to attend to? Or is it the Duelling Club?”

Remus snaps out of his stupor in record time, piling his pockets with a few more toffees from McGonagall’s glass dish.

He looks at the clock hanging behind her wide-eyed. “Duelling Club. Merlin’s balls, I haven’t any time to prepare. Shit, I didn’t mean to swear. Ah fuck, I did it again, didn’t I?”

McGonagall covers her mouth with her fingers, physically restraining a laugh. It would be inappropriate to encourage his vulgarity so openly. Not that she actually minded it, she had grown used to the potty-mouth that Lupin was.

He pauses for a second, and smiles sheepishly. “You know what, I’ll let myself out. G’night, Professor.”

Minerva watches fondly, as the boy straightens out of his slouch to scurry to the library to tend to his younger peers. She hopes he will see in himself what the rest of the world sees in him.

The last moon was just under a week ago, and according to James’ dramatic renditions of their treks that night, Moony had gone mental. And now Remus was left with a muscle ache in his arms.

After his last class, Care of Magical Creatures, for the day, Remus trudges slowly across the grounds, inhaling the crisp autumn air. He mentally creates plans of lazing by the fireplace with a mug of tea and a Sirius Black, it would be the best way to unwind.

His plans don’t get the chance to develop any further because that’s when he hears a resounding crash.

“Mona!” he hears a terrified shriek. “Merlin! I knew we shouldn’t have tried it on our own!”

Trouble not only follows him, it also seeks him out specifically.

Remus speeds his walk to the source of the sound. The huge oak tree shelters two frightened girls, and by the looks of it, Mona – he assumes – has definitely snapped a bone.

“‘ello,” He smiles his kindly, “I’m Remus. Are you alright? I heard the yell.”

“I’m Imaan. This is Mona, she was trying the spin that got Regulus Black the snitch today afternoon,” the young Slytherin explains, her hands flitting over her friend in terror.

Remus makes a mental note to congratulate Regulus and then placate James and Sirius.

Mona groans in pain, shifting her weight onto her bottom and kicks her broken broom away feebly. “Turns out its not advisable to try it beside a tree.”

Remus kneels beside the pair, “D’ you mind if i take a look?”

She nods affirmatively, going pale in the face.

“It’s not mangled, is it?” Imaan panics about Mona’s pallid appearance.

“No,” he reassures them and gently draws her arm out from her body. His monthly visits to the infirmary have taught him a lot. And this was a clean snap, which was an easy fix for him.

One wand-less Episkey later, her limp hand is sturdy again. Remus taps on it a few times to check if it had healed.

“Right,” he helps her up, “you’re good as new.”

The stare at him with pure admiration. “Oh, thank you so much!! We would have gotten into so much trouble otherwise! Thank you, really!”

Remus laughs, “Don’t sweat it, it was no trouble. Now, I must remind you not to try such tricks alone. Besides, I’m sure Regulus would help if you asked.”

“Do you think?” they blink up at him.

“Yes,” he nods sagely. “He would love to help.”

The girls thank him again and skedaddle, heads together in excitement.

Remus also leaves, satisfied. James and Sirius would love the little harmless lark he just pulled on Regulus – who couldn’t entertain a child to save his life, because he was the youngest of the Black family.

“You’re somewhat of a legend now Moony,” Sirius throws his bag onto his bed before climbing into Remus’ bunk.

“That’s nice,” Remus replies, not really paying attention. His homework wasn’t going to write itself, even if it was due only next week.

“The youngsters are incredibly protective of you,” Sirius informs him, laying his head down on his boyfriend’s shin.

“Is that right?”

“A fourth year Hufflepuff sucker punched one of Snape’s goons.”

“Say what now,” he sits up, alarmed.

Sirius smirks, fiddling with Remus’ pant leg languidly. “Minnie allowed it, you know. Rosier was starting shit again and I was gearing up to crack his skull open but I got beat to the punch.”

Remus ignores the pun. “Was it worth a cuffing though?”

“He was saying something about you being a swot and a suck-up and other things that I will not repeat. Regular bullshit from a jealous person, seeing as his grades are plummeting worse than Malfoy on a broom. And next thing I know, this little runt stalks up to him and throws a feisty punch,” Sirius relays the incident excitedly.

Remus watches the mono-act with slight amusement.

Sirius punches the air, “Don’t you dare speak about Remus like that.” He turns back to Remus with an amused smile, “He walked off after that, with kids from your study groups following him in solidarity.”

“I… fuckin’ hell. Did he get hurt?”

“Looked proud of himself more than anything. Minnie docked points from Slytherin for unprovoked fighting and gave the kid a detention with Sprout. Convinced me that she loves you the most.”

Before Remus could reply, there’s a knock at their door. Sirius unlatches it, to reveal a cluster of tittering third years.

“Hi, Remus. Are you busy?” Quentin asks.

There goes his homework time.

“Erm, no, not really. Is something the matter?”

“Would you mind helping us out with Defence? Professor Sharma told us to ask you, if you were free to tutor us.”

Sirius grins elatedly. “Right then. Professor Lupin, why don’t you take this classroom down, eh, I promise I’ll do my homework.”

“Alright.” He kisses Sirius goodbye and follows the group into the common room where the third year girls were pacing in anticipation.

“He came!” they cried in delight.

“Quite a Casanova you are, Remus,” Marlene raises her brows emphatically. “Teach me your ways, Great One!”

“Take that stick out your arse and kiss Dorcas, god knows how long she’s been waiting,” he whispers back. Remus doesn’t stay to hear Marlene’s stuttering.

He makes a pot of tea and gathers the group beside the fireplace. They sit in an eager semicircle in front of him.

“Alright, let’s begin with Bowtruckles. That’s what Sharma is doing in class next week, right?” Remus rolls his sleeves up.

“Mr Lupin,” McGongall looks up from grading her essays, surprised. “Do come in, is something the matter?”

“Good evening, Professor. Terribly sorry for interrupting,” He prattles nervously.

She adjusts her glasses. “You didn’t turn the Great Hall upside down like last time, did you?”

“That wasn’t us,” he protests weakly.

McGonagall waves her hand dismissively. “No one else can manage that kind of magic, Mr Lupin. So what is it? Running interference for Potter? Sirius having trouble with his, ah, his family?”

“Er, no, it’s something else.”

She waits patiently for him to gather his bearings.

“Do you think,” he starts, “that I’d make a good teacher?”

The smile he gets from McGonagall is nothing short of proud.

“I think that would be a very wise choice. You know, Ms Clarksworth and Ms Hassan were singing praises of your wand-less magic? They didn’t give much context, but they were very taken by you.”

Remus blushes under his golden skin.

“And the first years?” she shakes her head. “Remus, I think you’ve got an extensive fanbase, but also a very loyal army. Take pride in your efforts; your passion is palpable. But your talents are also unmatched.”

“So you’d encourage it if i wanted to pursue teaching Defence?”

“Indeed. I look forward to teaching alongside you at some point,” she smiles.

“Then I’d like to become a Defence against Dark Arts professor.”

She pushes the bowl of sour candy towards him. “And a mighty good one, at that.”

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Ok I just want to put my thoughts on the whole Leon should be with someone “healthier” and “better” for him. &The thing with that is if Leon wanted that, Capcom had so many opportunities to do so. Not to say Leon didn’t try, but there was a 6 year period after RE2 that Ada wasn’t around, and within that period there was a point where Leon believed her to be dead and then finds out she’s alive. Hypothetically let’s say he did want to be with Claire, he had the time & opportunity to and still didn’t, clearly they’re just friends. But generally, that goes for anyone he could have formed a relationship with during that period. Especially for the period he didn’t believe her to be alive, bc I’ve seen people act like if Ada were to just disappear completely now, then all of a sudden he could just totally forget about her, will go running into the arms of someone “better”, and his trauma will be fixed 🤪. That scenario literally existed, he had the opportunities, and it STILL didn’t happen.

Now fast forward to after RE4 where Leon sees her again face to face alive and well, all the relationships he could’ve had 1 year after in Degeneration or 2 years after in Infinite Darkness also never stuck. (I don’t count the scene where Claire falls on top of Leon in Infinite Darkness bc Stephanie Panisello said it was her idea and asked the movie crew to add it for the Cleon shippers as it wasn’t in the original script). And then at some point after, it’s confirmed that in 2009 they spent time together, but who knows how long they’ve been in contact prior to that, I just think there must have been a lot of prior interaction that developed over time before jumping straight into “that night”. Like I know a lot if us can’t help on focus on the “that night” part but in the article where Shotaro Suga mentions romantic dinner/hotel/motel room night, but I’m over here thinking so much about the “romantic dinner” part lol bc it’s beyond just them wanting to sleep with each other, they actually cared to spend quality time together, like what did they eat, what did they wear, what did they talk about ?? I feel like they try to not mix work with pleasure (there’s just simply so much she cannot answer if he tries to even ask). Especially in the behind the scene of the video of the movie Suga says “He shows his real self when he gets in touch with a woman (Ada)”. Which is very important factor with his relationship with Ada vs his relationship with anyone else both romantic and not. We know Ada rarely shows her real self and her puts on a mask, but looks like Leon does too !

HELLO so i had to take my time to read this and formulate a response

i think with the remakes, it's implied that between 1998 and 2004, he was forced to work for the government and possible did not have time to date. during this time i believe he also does not see claire either. (correct me if i'm wrong) i think that the whole baby-girlfication on leon has really rotted into people's brains that think that he's not a man of agency and can literally go date someone if he wanted to. but even with re4r with the "i'm a one lady type of guy," and the complete removal of his flirting with literally any thing that breathes, it seems that capcom is pushing it into this direction as well. with leon not holding ashleys hand, and leon not flirting with hunnigan. it's just on his own it seems.

degeneration was the weirdest film also imo. and he did have a weird thing with angela but then he just never called her again lol. and he did that in front of claire too????

yeah i agree that the scene with leon and claire in infinite darkness was especially weird considering claire has like a face of visible disgust when she falls on him.

"that night" is also followed with the director saying that yes, they spent time outside of their jobs and their lives continued on in the background of re5. it would make sense that they saw each other some how and it lead up to "that night"

i firmly believe that leon thinks of ada as a strong woman, and someone that he doesn't need to protect or feel like he has to "baby" her. she's a woman with her own choices and decisions and he finds her challenging. it's almost like they can be partners that compliment each other and challenge each other.

leon saves the day every day- he doesn't want to do that in his personal life. he needs someone who can stand on level ground with him. someone who can really truly understand him. and im sorry but it's not gonna be self insert civilian here, that understands him.

leon's characterization changes from a bright eyed rookie cop to an agent who sees that the world is shades of grey and that no one is truly good or evil. that everyone has their own agendas and that the government that he works for isn't pure either. he struggles with knowing this and knowing that even though he tries to do the right thing, nothing gets better. we even see this with ada in re6, she has a breaking point

"we're beyond humanity"

also i firmly believe that re6 ada is extremely depressed and traumatized as her smile consistently drops whenever she's not looking at leon.

both of them have lived lives where they were used and abused. and both of them can understand each other in ways that others can not. they even showed this with infinite darkness with leon not only wanting to keep claire safe, but knowing that her line of thinking was going to get her killed or worse.

even then! both leon and ada have made mistakes and that's interesting! they both live with regrets, and god damnit it just want them to be happy together.

people say they don't deserve each other? nah, they do. they should just be together already

they can be true to each other, no facades, and just be themselves.

[pure-ablution]

Describe Alajos's friends?

Percy is his best friend, he’s also doing his doctorate but researching mediaeval music. He’s from an old Belgian family, and I think he’s a bit of a snob, but he’s very kind and welcoming, and has a kind of very fatherly feeling about him even though he’s actually a year younger than Alajos. I feel like he was probably a school prefect or something, but the nice sort of one who would give you the keys to the back door if you promised not to break anything.

Hymir is Percy’s childhood friend and now at our university studying mediaeval languages. He’s a sort of strong but silent type, he’s almost 7’ tall and looks like some kind of Viking warrior, but he’s completely soft and gentle on the inside and he totally indulges the little one. I’m really fond of Hymir and his weird gruff manner, he doesn’t say much but what he does say is always kind and always very wise. He’s the only one out of all of the boys who really has any sense about him.

Lestat and Alajos have been friends since their first year, they’re both members of the student opera troupe. Lestat is doing a postgrad in philosophy and he’ll talk your ear off about Descartes if you dare to ask. He’s definitely the weirdest out of all of them, and I used to be a bit scared of him and the freaks that he brings with him to parties, but I think that deep down, he has a good heart, and the rest of the boys all put up with his pretentious antics, so I do, as well.

Freddie is in my year and subject so we’ve actually known each other for a while, he and Lestat are secretly dating and we all pretend that we haven’t got any idea when in fact it’s really obvious. I quite like Freddie, even though he can be a bit acid-tongued sometimes, he’s funny and quite accident-prone and he’s helped us all out more than once. I’ve never seen him not wear a black turtleneck, and he’s a member of the university’s jazz band and tries all the time to make us go to their awful underground gigs.

Bunny shares the house with Freddie and he’s also in our same year and subject, but I actually didn’t know him personally until I made friends with Alajos. I’m not Bunny’s biggest fan and neither is anyone else, but he can be quite funny at times, and I don’t think he’s a bad person, just a buffoon. He tends to wear really bright rowing stripes and he spits out chewing tobacco in a way that totally disgusts me, but he does have very good taste in wine and very willingly removes anything with fur or feathers still attached from the kitchen when there are ladies present, so he’s not all that bad, really.

The little one isn’t really all that little, he’s just a year younger than me and Bunny and Freddie, but he’s quite small and innocent and we all baby the hell out of him. He’s Freddie’s main responsibility but he became quite attached to Alajos because they share a native language, and I think that Hymir is secretly also very fond of him, although he doesn’t really show it all that often. The little one studies theology, but he’s useless at Latin, so we’re all constantly trying to help him out with extra lessons and practice. I really like him, I think he’s so sweet and he’s always happy to carry my things and help me when he can.

[mellowoafrascalmuffin]

You're half human/demon:

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Content disclaimer: Prostitution mentioned.

I open my eyes to a new scenery before me; yet similar. A bedroom made for two. Well-kept and covered with portraits of a husband and wife. Some with the lovers together, others separate. Before I could get a better understanding of my new surroundings, I’m pulled out of my curious gaze to spot a man kneeling before me. His eye wide and mouth covered with both hands as he gazed upon me.

“I… I did it.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Hello there, human. How can I be of assistants?”

He gives me a confused look in response to my question but quickly shakes it when I give him the same look.

“O-oh, I'm sorry that was rude of me. Pl-please, let me assign you to your room.”

A timid man, he seems. Can’t blame him really. Anyone would be nervous seeing a demon right in front of them. It must be a first time summoning, maybe. I watched him clumsily pick himself up before following him to my new room. Well… It’s not like I have a choice. I was told that when you are summoned, you are then bound by your summoner. Still, it feels so uncomfortable, and it’s uncanny watching your body not be in control of your mind.

“Please wait here for a moment, I’ll be back in a second, alright?”

I just nod my head. I hate this disconnection with my body, but this is my first time being summoned, so I must get used to this feeling, or I might just go crazy. He leaves the room, and I am given time to myself, the room, and my thoughts. This room is similar to the last room, just with a single bed. A guest room maybe? And the weirdest thing about it is that it reminds me of my room back at home. Ah, I’m already getting homesick. Why did I have to be born a hybrid? If I was just born fully as a human, I would have to go through this. Or, maybe fully a demon, as this might feel more natural. Before I could mellow in my brooding, I heard the door open as my new master entered. Ugh… I really hope I don’t have to call him that.

“Well, this is… unexpected.” he said with a concerned look on his face.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Well…” His eye began to dart around.

“I hope to not offend you but… I wasn’t expecting to summon a human, is all.”

I scowl at his comment, which causes him to back away slightly and apologize.

“S-sorry, that was insensitive of me.”

I give him a disapproved look but forgive him nonetheless. We stood there in silence. The air around us was quite tense after his remark.

“W-well, I’d better get going-”

“Wait…”

“Huh?” A cold sweat went down his face.

“Stay.”

“W-what?”

I hate to admit it but fear and homesickness is coming full swing.

“B-being pulled away from my home and into a new environment… I’ve never done this.” My face feels hot as I flush with embarrassment.

“I… Please, talk to me.”

The man looked shocked by my request, but then he softly smiled and nodded his head.

“Alright then. Glad I didn’t ruin your mood too much. My name's Jake by the way.”

“Y/N.” I said.

We ended up talking the whole day though. It turns out we have a lot in common and he’s quite shy but nice too. He even showed me more of his house to get a better comfortability with my surroundings. ……

Days passed and I’m still living with Jake. I’m still pretty homesick, but Jake makes every day here pleasant. He makes me feel… safe? Which is kinda ironic since he’s a human, and I’m a demon. Or… at least half, anyway. And that isn’t even the weirdest part. He’s… kinda my pimp… but also my boyfriend. Me and the other succubi that live in his house have a schedule that we follow that varies from classes and work. Work, as in looking for clients at the brothel, or at… what I assume is a love hotel. Though I am a succubus, doing “the deed” while being in a relationship makes me feel self-conscious. A disgusting freak; just like what the other succubi at the demon realm tell me. I don’t deserve Jake… ……

Jake is taking me to the park for a date today. He said he’s been noticing that I’m still uncomfortable here and wants to hear any troubles or complaints that I have. We sit beside each other on the park bench, away from any prying ears.

“So…” Jake started off.

“Well…”

I don’t know what to say. So much is going on in my head right now. I don’t want to dump my trauma on poor Jake. He’s also going through a lot as well. Oh, why did I agree to this? Maybe I can just switch up the conversation? Or, just lie to him. But, I can’t just lie to Jake like that. He’s my boyfriend after all. Ugh… I feel like I’m sweating. I just wish he-

Suddenly, I felt him place his hand on mine.

“It’s alright Y/N. If you don’t want to talk about it, we can talk about things. The good times or maybe dinner plans-”

He gently squeezes my hand.

“Or, just sit in silence and enjoy the scenery, if you want?” He smiled.

Damn, be still my beating heart. Jake really knows how to make someone flustered. I take a deep breath and collect my thoughts.

“J… Jake… Do you remember when you summoned me… and said “I wasn't expecting to summon a human?”’ I silently muttered out.

“O-oh, you're still thinking about that?” He eyes the floor, looking a little saddened.

“Look, i-if I didn't apologize back then-”

“It's not that.” I cut him off.

“It's just… you were somewhat right about that.” my face blushed red-hot with embarrassment as I said that.

“W-what?”

“You see… I'm a… half-breed. My mother was a succubus and my father was a human.”

“So- it's possible for humans and demons to…” Jake's face also gets hot with embarrassment as he can't bring himself to finish that question.

“I-i always thought such things were only possible through fiction stories by p… pervy writers.”

“So did I.”

We shared a giggle at the obscurity of our conversation.

“Any-who, how was growing up? If you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all, Jake. Growing up had its ups and down, but my mother was determined to make my life as comfortable and fulfilling as possible.”

I felt a tinge of nostalgia when I said that. Remembering the good old day with my mom when I was in the demon realm. I can’t help but smile.

“And what about your father?” Jake blurted out.

“Uh… I never really got to know my father.”

Jake covers his face with hands as he cringes for not thinking before he spoke.

“Ahhhhh- sorry, sorry. I did it again, didn’t I?”

I just laughed. “It’s fine, Jake. I’m just glad I have someone to finally share my troubles with.”

I gently take Jake’s hands into mine, our fingers intertwined. The gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the trees as I hear my heartbeat in my ears. I hope I’m not dreaming. This is the first time I’ve ever felt this way with anyone.

[gh0stchoir]

Filo sighed, lifting her arms and hugging Tao, pressing his pace to her neck and patting his head. "There there, all forgiven. It must have been hard for you, surrounded by so many who are still in the fog." "The fog?", Toga asked, confused. Filo nodded without looking up. Mainly because that would have meant moving Tao. "Yeah, the fog. Completely believing that heroes are incapable of doing bad things. That's just not true. Again, Endeavor. And he's not the only one. Some heroes act extremely selfish and just do the job for fortune and or fame. Some are just plain assholes. Yeah, you guys are no saints, but at least you don't pretend to be. If you're gonna be a bastard, at least be honest about it." She puffed her cheeks out. Tomura scratched his neck, looking at her. "You're by far the weirdest person I've met until now. Why do you want to be a hero if you dislike them?" Filo shrugged, getting up, though stabilizing herself against Tao. "I don't dislike all. Just the ones who act like heroes and are no better than you. The ones who see a person with a 'bad' quirk, like yours Shigaraki, and decide that person has to be a villain. Even when said person is just a little kid. And then they force that person to either hide that part of themself and twist to fit, or treat them like a villain all the time. Or how hero society dismisses those who are different. Mutant-type quirk, mental or physical disability, transgender, gay, queer in general. Beaten, dismissed, ridiculed. Or people who abuse their kids for either wanting to be heroes when the parent doesn't want it, or abusing their kids b pushing them too far too soon so the kid will be a hero for the parent's selfish wish."

The villains were stunned silent once again. She had just described all of their pasts, spot on. And the hatred, the disgust on her face as she talked. The same hatred and disgust they all felt towards the society who had thrown them away. Dabi hummed, tilting his head. He had been suspicious if her words were a lie to get free and then attack. Not that that would have helped anything, she was greatly outnumbered and still just a student. But the emotions on her face, and in her voice, they were clearly not faked. "So, what do we do now?", Spinner asked, "Those two do count as missing now, don't they? Kidnapped by us. Won't be long before the heroes are here." "Not if we leave", Filo said, turning to Tao, "If we both look roughed up, then maybe everyone will believe us when we say we escaped. Some bruises and maybe a broken arm for me. Then I'll bring us back to the school via my cloud and bam, no cover broken. I mean, we can't keep this place a total secret. They'll ask us where we were brought. And even if we just vaguely describe it, the heroes would find sooner or later." She looked at Shigaraki. "But that way, you'll have time to gather your belongings and escape safely. If the whole cavalry is here it will mean stuff gets destroyed and you'll have to run. No offense, but they'll outnumber you and put damages. And with how it looks, you guys don't have that much funds to begin with."

Shigaraki cursed under his breathe. He didn’t like relocating, but in this position it was absolutely necessary. He sighed and rose to his feet. “Go get your shit. Don’t take long.” Toga nodded, rushing out the room to fill a few suitcases with belongings. The rest followed after the skipping girl. “How are we going to get bruises?” Tao asked. Filo hummed before looking at Tomura. “You can give us them right?” He froze at the words. He shook his head, scratching at his neck. “I’ll get someone else to do it. I’d uh..rather not. Dabi probably wouldn’t care.” Both teenagers nodded and waited as Shigaraki called for the burned man. He soon came back into the room, carrying a bag. “What is it?” He asked. “They need to look beat up..do it real quick. I’m going to get my things.” Tomura left without waiting for a response. He’d rather not see that whole thing happen. And he needed to get all of his belongings, as well as Tao’s. Dabi turned and looked at Tao and Filo. “So, who’s first?”

Tao gently touched at his cheek, hissing when it caused sharp pain from the bruise. He didn’t clean the blood coming from his nose. “Sorry I had to do that.” Dabi said. Tao looked up with a small smile and nodded. “I know..but if we go back cleaned face they’ll know.” Dabi hummed in response. Tao looked at Filo, frowning as he looked at her now broken arm. “Sorry..about your arm.” He said. She looked at him and only smiled. “It’s fine, don’t worry.” Shigaraki finally entered the room, eyes immediately landing on the teenagers. Oh how he hated seeing those bruises and blood on Tao. He could see just how painful Filo’s arm was. He hoped it would heal alright and fast. His eyes moved from Filo to Tao. “I’m trusting you to keep him safe.” Filo smiled and nodded, resting her non-injured arm on Tao. “Don’t plan on getting him hurt.” Shigaraki nodded. “Stay safe Tomu..” Tao said. Shigaraki nodded, hand still at his neck itching. “You too. I’ll see you soon.” And with that, the cloud that held the two flew up and rushed off to UA.

[theshippirate22]

No no no, that’s the thing. I’m not both. Not even a little. I am 110% a Crowley-girl down to the weirdest coincidences. (Ask and you shall receive because here’s the essay) Look at this:

-I was raised super religious and my faith was always shaken by my questions. I understood the concepts and believed what I was being taught- I still do to a certain extent- but I’ve never understood why it needed to be the way it was and because of that, I was never the believer i am fully capable of becoming.

-I’m gender-fluid and my sexuality relies very heavily on who I am and who we’re talking about. Enough said.

-I own one (1) pair of sunglasses. they are $14 knock-off Lennon’s I bought off amazon three years ago. I had never seen or knew anything about GO. I also went through a phase where I was super mentally ill and trying to keep people out and it would make me really physically sick (stomachaches, headaches, joint/back pain, neck/shoulder tension, migraines, etc.) so i would often wear them inside.

-I own a black car with a woman’s name that almost never needs to be filled with gas. (It’s a hybrid Prius so it’s mostly electric. I didnt buy it on purpose to be like Crowley. My parents bought it and i ended up buying it from them. Also her name is Priscilla)

-I was taught to drive in the southwest, which means if you’re driving in front of me and you’re going five over, i hate you. drive fucking faster.

-my response to something stressful is and always has been escapism. I WILL run away. Unfortunately I don’t have Alpha Centauri so mine is whatever readily available piece of media i can consume and make my entire personality. Yes, ironically GO is one of these.

-I’m not an angry person, but when I am angry, I’ll say unhinged shit i don’t mean and a lot of the time i end up coming back with my tail between my legs knowing i messed up.

-I work in what is widely known as the WORST retail pharmacy in the US (not specifying for legal reasons but i bet you can guess) literally all we do is make people miserable and there’s a ridiculous amount of paperwork. It’s exactly how Hell is portrayed in the GO universe. I chose this profession when I was a sophmore in high school so what are the odds right?

-that being said, i wear scrubs like 70% of the time. The rest of the time, i wear the one pair of women’s black skinny jeans that i own. Again, not to be like Crowley, this was just a habit i formed years ago.

-I’m an oldest daughter, which means my innate nature is to care for things. If i see a child or an animal, i will look after it, but i am going to be bitter and resentful about the whole thing because of how i had to be a parent so young.

-I am very much of the mentality that it’s better to be free but disowned instead of obedient but loved. This is also part of what made me an outcast from my religion and what made me kind of a weird kid.

-I was really good at English when I was in school, like analyzing literature and writing essays but it was so boring and repetitive to me to do it for class, but then I discovered Chemistry and it was exactly like angel!crowley watching the nebula. The idea that we can strip something down to the very elements that make it up, or go even lower to the atoms and then use it as raw power of creation???? my mind is blown. I was also an art kid. I have painted space and nebulas for as long as i can remember.

-my greatest, most haunting fear is that deep-down i will never be able to make up for the fact that it’s just me. doesn’t matter what i’m doing, it will always be inhibited by the fact that it’s just me. in other words, i won’t be forgiven for what i am. that’s just not who i am

-slut in theory, virgin in practice. put that thing away, i don’t know where it’s been.

-I’m consistently a second choice. I don’t know why that is; maybe i’m doing something that no one has bothered to tell me, but it seems like everyone who i put first would also choose something before they chose me

-And if it had been me in the final fifteen, I too would’ve stood next to the car and hoped that Aziraphale would change his mind. Because against all odds, i’m an optimist. My mom says she can tell when i’ve been in a room because i leave every drawer i open half-open out of habit. I am the same way with people. I leave everything open in the hopes that someday, someone, somewhere, will have exactly what i need laying on the top of a half-open drawer.

like. look me in the eye and tell me that isn’t a bunch of really weird coincidences. Like Crowley and I are one and the same.

So because of this, I am an Aziraphale girl. I’m obsessed with him, not in a fangirl-blorbo-babygirl sort of way (i mean. sometimes) but in an i-need-to-take-apart-his-brain-and-figure-out-why-it-works-like-that way. an i-want-him-to-be-happy-even-if-i’m-not way. a what-would-i-have-to-do-to-get-him-to-want-me way. i hear aziraphale in every single song i listen to and i see him in the hot chocolate i drink every morning and i think of him whenever someone brings up crepes.

I am an Aziraphale girl.

I’m a Crowley-coded girl, which makes me a Crowley girl, but because I’m a Crowley girl, I’m actually an Aziraphale girl. In this essay I will-

[bratz-kitten]

random thoughts on the rising signs

aries risings are completely different when in a day-to-day basis compared to when in a position of power. when you’re with your friends, you’re this fun, energetic, loud person, but when you’re in a position of power... terrifying. you’ll completely switch to someone very serious and intimidating, with a very intense aura. i think it’s because you understand you have a very youthful aspect to you, both in appearance and energy, and you don’t want that to keep you from commanding respect. also because you’re very attracted to leading so that’s when you’re at your most focused. you’re very easy to irritate; as an aries rising, my friends always tease me because they know i’ll immediately doom them to an afterlife in hell. SO explosive, impulsive and chaotic, but that’s what makes you fun.

cancer risings you have such a delicate beauty to you. very sensitive to others’ emotions. people probably baby you a lot without even noticing it, they just want to protect/mentor you. you do very well with older figures like teachers and your friends’ parents. you also ooze maturity. a lot of the cancer risings i’ve met had to learn to be the responsible one in their families from a very young age, so now you take it upon yourself to take care of everyone around you – that’s probably why many people talk about cancer risings as being the “mom friend”. you have the chubbiest cheeks, i wanna bite them lol they’re so cute.

gemini risings look like literal models. VERY good with people, you can probably make someone do whatever you want by just staring into their eyes and telling them pretty words. but i’ve noticed how your communication can be easily misunderstood, you might come off as having certain intentions when you’re trying to convey the exact contrary. probably the alfa of your friend group and the one who has the most reckless, unhinged plans.. yet you’re never caught doing anything bad. you require a lot of stimulation so you’ll do whatever it takes to scratch that itch in you. you remind me of that phrase “i might be a bad influence, but you can’t tell me i’m not fun.” it’s impossible to ever be bored around you.

scorpio risings have this thing where people are absolutely intimidated by you, yet are very attracted to you and just need your attention. the type of person that has random people flirting with you on the streets just so you’ll make eye contact with them for one second longer. you also look lowkey terrifying, you just have massive resting bitch faces and always look pissed off when on the inside you’re just thinking “hm, what am i going to eat for lunch?” very intense gaze and look straight out of greek-mythology, you persephone ass bitch.

libra risings look so well put together. every color on you works in perfect harmony with one another – from your clothing to your hair to your skin tone to your makeup. you’re always sporting a smile and you look so composed, but baby i know you’re close to comitting sporadic murder LMFAO no one can convince me that libra placements are the exact contrary from peaceful, you’re the most unstable people in the world, in the best and most fun way possible – and sometimes in a downright toxic way, ease with the passive-aggressiveness and confrontational nature when it comes to personal relationships.

aquarius risings have the biggest crackhead energy ever. you’re very intimidating at first, and it’s easy to misunderstand you because of that – many think you’re serious and stuck up but you’re just observing and waiting to feel comfortable around them. when you do get comfortable, you’re just funny as fuck – you’ll talk about the most random things and make them sound so interesting, you say the most hilarious things; honestly, you’re a walking meme. also you look like you disassociate so much? you’ll be in the middle of a conversation and then you’ll just start staring into the distance for fifteen whole minutes, but the whole time you were actually listening to the other person.

leo risings i just.. love you. it’s like you’re born to be the center of attention without even trying. literally so expressive and charismatic even if you’re very shy at first, great storytellers, and you’re just so loyal and the amount of support you give to your friends is unmatched. you do very well in a tight friend group where there’s so much trust and supportive energy. if you don’t have one, you probably fantasize a lot about it. how’s that winx obsession going? literally so authentic and raw in everything you do too. people call you egotistical and self-centered because they can’t stand a headstrong person like you. please don’t take insults so much to heart and let them shatter your perception of yourself, and understand that if someone mocks your appearance they’re just projecting their insecurities.

virgo risings you refuse to leave the house if you’re not absolutely perfect. i know someone with a virgo rising who simply refuses to do video-calls before taking a shower and drying their hair. VERY intimidating, will give judgemental stares and look at you in the streets like you’re the ugliest thing in the world but will probably not even realize they were staring at someone in the first place. i have so much fun teasing you, you get annoyed SO fast and it’s so fun because i practically have a degree in being annoying. you also find it shocking when someone teases you because most people are too scared to do it. you’re the most fun to talk shit with because you can be so critical and you just love some drama and gossiping. please stop complaining about things though or i’ll be forced to commit a hate-crime. your luck that i can’t help loving you.

sagittarius risings give sagittarius energy the stereotype of being so freedom-loving and adventurous. you’re very approachable and easy-going, the type of person that people will meet once and already consider you their friends. you’re up to whenever wherever, no matter how dumb the idea might sound, because you know first-hand that the weirdest, most last-minute plans make the greatest memories. i also notice that you’ll use going out as a way of avoiding your feelings. instead of allowing yourself to process your sadness and heartbreak, you just call your friends and go out so you won’t have to sit with your own, scary thoughts.

pisces risings look like they they breathe and create art with every breath they take. literally ooze emotional and artistic sensitivity. very sensitive to others’ energies and that can really take a toll on your mental health – being surrounded by negative people will literally drain you. please remember to take some me-time to recharge and process all those emotions. pisces risings literally look so ethereal, out of this world, with your sparkly eyes when you talk about your dreams and your strong sense of individuality cultivated in all your appearance, from your clothing to your makeup to you hair.

capricorn risings go through so much in their life and for what?? i swear you have so many hardships always coming your way and it angers me so much because you don’t deserve it at all. at least you always learn a lot from those experiences, which just makes you stronger and more undefeatable. you have a very melancholic gaze to you. very doll-like. naturally command authority and respect. unlike taurus risings, you thrive in situations of change – you practically seek them, knowing that learning to adapt to all situations and to work with them so they work in your favor is a gift. you turn so many heads in the street, i’m always in awe at your beauty.

it’s no wonder that the most beautiful celebrities constantly have taurus risings. you’re very strong and fixed in your ideas, making people often describe you as the taurus stereotype of “stubborn”. taurus placements just have so much difficulty accepting change and seeing it as an opportunity of growth instead of a painful process. you need to learn to let go and that good things might happen when you allow yourself to evolve and and outgrow your old self. you have a very grounded presence, while also having such a distinct sense of humour. very well-put together.

[notnctu]

jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences. 

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center. 

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy. 

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask. 

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.” 

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare. 

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed. 

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.” 

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?” 

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?” 

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.” 

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.” 

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker. 

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request. 

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?” 

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.” 

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy. 

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw. 

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed. 

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs. 

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match. 

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?” 

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow. 

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos. 

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed. 

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself. 

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process. 

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.” 

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego. 

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release. 

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth. 

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly. 

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling. 

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild. 

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel. 

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein. 

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high. 

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth. 

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together. 

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.” 

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan. 

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.” 

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.

[skibrewscoffii]

Nanno x Fem reader small thing idrk

SHE DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH FICS AND NONE IN WATTPAD OMG WATTPAD DOESN'T HAVE IT THE WEIRDEST PLACE ON EARTH WHICH HAS OCTOPUS X READER DOESN'T HAVE GIRL FROM NOWHERE FEM READER FICS IM DYING???

ANYWAY HERE HERE BECAUSE OMG I LOVE HER AND IM LESBIAN SO FUCK EVERYTHING AAAA

THOUGH IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING HER PERSONALITY 😢 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT THOUGH ‼️

So Uh yes let's get on

Nanno was moving schools as usual this time she moved to another school called "Bridgeton live"

“hello, Im nanno, nice to meet you all" she bowed slightly and waited for the teacher to say something "ah yes, nanno go sit near y/n, please raise your arm y/n"

You looked up and your gaze locked with the girl named nanno you found her interesting to say the least, raising your hand and placing it down as she made her way to your seat. One gaze was all it was and it felt like she could see you through and through, after that you completely avoided all contacts with her for the rest of the class but she did try talking to you.

“oh I forgot my pen.. y/n, can I have yours?" "no sorry I didn't bring an extra" nanno nodded slightly at your respond and asked someone else.

As soon as Lunch rolled around you tried leaving, however you luck wasn't on your side and the teacher stopped you to show nanno around the cafeteria the school had.

"yes miss, come one I'll show you around the cafeteria" you mumbled, a small grin tugged on Nannos face as she stood up and walked next to you "should we go?" you nodded and walked down the stairs as she followed. You both reached the cafeteria and as soon as you walked in the guys started swooning over her all you could do is roll your eyes and grab her hand pushing her out of their circle.

"come on those guys are no good they just like to use girls to their liking bunch of wickintards" you heard nanno giggle "wickintards? Hm thats certainly creative" you sigh as you show her around repeat words through and through so she remembers everything.

“what about that empty room in the corner of the cafeteria?" nanno questioned, you just shrugged in response you didn't know yourself nor cared much.

She hummed "should we get food then" you replied with "Yeah you should" "no you see I don't know much about the cafeteria and I would love to be friends with you" she tilted her head and smiled.

"yeah sure let's just.. Eat" you just wanted to go home this was gonna be a long time with her...

IDK IF I SHOULD CONTINUE JDJR

[readerstories]

Horse Whisperer - Tommy Shelby x male!reader

This got so long so quick. Hope you enjoy! (AO3)

Warnings/tags: boss/employee relationship, friends to lovers, fluff (link to bonus smut at the end)

Wordcount: 3418

Request: Tommy x m reader R is good with horses. Rides and takes care of them, but Tommy notices him when he is able to calm down a horse that went completely wild. He finds himself intrigued in this 'horse whisperer'. They share their love for horses and it develops into love for each other. That leads to secret meetings, one pulling each other to the side for quick kisses, riding together etc.

Horses have always been the one animal you gravitate towards. Cats and dogs were okay, but they were nothing compared to horses. You loved them and as you got older, you found yourself working with them, and over time, gaining a reputation for being a hard stable worker who treats the animals well. Which is how you find yourself working on the Shelby estate, taking care of the Shelby family’s horses.

You rarely see any of them, and you have yet to meet Thomas Shelby, your employer, since the stable master had been the one to hire you. You don’t mind, as the horses are your number one priority. You have of course heard about them all, the rumors, the brutality, everything, but they seem to care about their horses, so you don’t care about anything else.

The first time you meet, or rather see Thomas Shelby is when the farrier comes to the stable to check over and shoe some of the horses. It’s a day with some bustling activity as horses are moved back and forth, but it’s all going well.

Until the last horse. A grey stallion named Tom-Tom you had warned them to be slow with, and that they shouldn’t move or even touch him without you there. You know him well. The horse gets nervous easily, and several hundred kilos of a nervous horse is bad news for everyone involved.

Which is why, when you return from taking a piss, you swear as you notice two stable-hands leading him out of his box.

Tom-tom is already agitated, so you increase your pace, keeping yourself from running or shouting just knowing that would make everything worse. It doesn’t help however, as seconds later there’s a loud clatter from somewhere in the stable as something is dropped, and Tom-Tom has had enough.

He neighs loudly and trashes around, the two men leading him barely hanging on to the ropes fastened on either side of his halter. Not deterred and panicking more by the second, Tom-Tom neighs again, this time rising up on his hind legs.

This time the ropes are dropped, and when his front is back on solid ground, Tom-Tom starts running towards the stable door. People dive out of his way, in no way thinking about trying to stop the panicked animal. Only one of the two stable doors were left open, but now Tom-Tom busts the other one open with his shoulder. Someone yells out in surprise on the other side and you swear, taking off after Tom-Tom, not even bothering to yell at the stupid idiots who took him out his box. You will get to them later.

Seconds later you’re outside too, eyes quickly landing on Tom-Tom where he’s pacing, almost running back and forth on the large open space in front of the stable. You quickly note the two men in peaky caps next to the stable door, which must have been the ones to yell, but you pay them no mind, all focus on Tom-Tom as you try to get the horse’s attention.

“What the fuck was that?” One of the peaky men yells, mustache quivering.

”Shut the fuck up or the horse is going to get worse you sod.” You purposefully try not to yell, but your voice comes out forceful nonetheless. It looks like he’s about to say something more, but the other man puts a hand on his shoulder, seemingly to stop him. It works, and you turn your attention back to Tom-Tom.

He is still pacing, not calming down in the slightest. You call his name over and over again as you slowly, every so slowly, creep closer to him.

A few feet away you stop, reaching out a hand towards him.

A few more strides, then Tom-Tom slows, before finally coming to a stop not far from your outstretched hand. He is still nervous as you approach once more, legs twitching, ears flicking back and forth, frothing ever so slightly at the mouth. You keep your voice low and even, talking to him as you get closer.

“That’s it, good boy. You doing better now?” When your hand makes contact with Tom-Tom’s mule, his head snaps up just once, before he puts his mule back in your hand. You move it slowly upwards, tracing your fingers up to his forehead, close to his mane.

“That’s it, that’s it.” You almost whisper, walking just a little bit forward so you can move your hands along his neck, ignoring the ropes for now. You talk slow and low, praising him for calming down and not running away as you slowly move your hand along his neck.

Tom-Tom moves his head so it’s over your shoulder, putting some weight against your shoulder and back.

Your hand moves from his neck down to the shoulder he banged into the stable door on his way out. It feels alright, slightly warm, but you can’t be sure nothing is damaged before walking him around for a bit.

Still being slow, you take a few steps back, Tom-Tom moves his head so you can look at him again. You untie one of the ropes from his halter, letting it fall to the ground, before gently starting to lead a slightly less twitching Tom-Tom away from the stable.

You hear the peaky man from earlier say something, you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or your companion, but you don’t care. You however feel eyes burning into your back, so you glance over your shoulder, your eyes connecting to intense blue eyes watching you from under a peaky cap.

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A little while later, you return Tom-Tom to his box, satisfied that he will most likely be fine, though you will need to keep an extra eye one him for a few days. Then you talk to the farrier and get him to agree to return in a week, a smart man after having worked with horses for long.

After that, you find the two morons that took Tom-Tom out of his box without you. They were currently cleaning saddles, but you stop them in their work. Standing just inside one of the two doors to the rooms, you give them a verbal lashing. It’s at the tail end of this that Tommy Shelby finds you. You see the eyes of both boys grow wide, and one of them actually interrupts you.

“Uh-”

“What?!” You bite out. The boy doesn’t answer, instead pointing behind you. You turn around and leaning in the doorway is the man with the blue eyes from earlier.

“What do you want?” Blue Eyes raises a brow.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving these boys a reminder that they shouldn’t be stupid and do things they shouldn’t when they have been told multiple times not to do something.” Your tone is clipped, annoyed with the interruption. Blue Eyes doesn’t seem faced.

“Is that so?” He flickers his gaze to the boys behind you, and before you can really process what’s going on, the other door to the room slams behind the boys as they make themselves scarce. Blue eyes give you a once-over. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

“I recognize the cap, you’re a peaky blinder, but other than that I got no fucking clue.” You cross your arms over your chest, the man almost seems like he is having fun.

“Is that a tone to take with your employer?” His tone is neutral, face much the same except a little twinkle of something you can’t recognize in his eyes.

“My employer is the stable master.”

“And his employer?”

“Thomas Shelby.” His brow is raised yet again, and a few seconds is all you need. “Ah, evening Mr. Shelby.” You uncross your arms, fishing out your cigarettes from your back pocket, taking one out.

“If you want to fire me for not being polite earlier, there are easier ways.” You offer him a cigarette, and to your surprise he pushes of the door frame and takes it. You light your own, then hand him the matches so he can use them. The flame dances briefly over his face as his attention is moved away from you, but just seconds later you got eye contact once more.

“I’m not here to fire you.” He says in an exhale of smoke.

“Then why are you here then Mr Shelby?” Your smoke mixes with his as you ask, wondering what this is.

“Please, call me Tommy.” You nod, furrowed brow, but Tommy keeps talking. “I just wanted to see the man that managed to calm down a wild horse.” You snort, already forgetting to even try keeping your response or tone in a fitting way for when talking to your boss.

“He was hardly wild Mr Sh- Tommy, he was just scared. I worked with Tom-Tom enough that I knew that, and I knew how to calm him down.”

“Still, an impressive feat to calm down a panicking animal.” Tommy’s eyes flicker all over you, and you suddenly notice how close he is standing to you. Every time either of you takes a drag of a cigarette, you can almost brush a hand against the other, smoke mingling as you talk. You take half a step back, unsure yet again of the situation you find yourself in. Tommy notices, but doesn’t comment on it other than a barely there tilt of his head. He seems to be sizing you up for something, but you have no idea what.

He mirrors you then, taking a step back too. A last drag of his cigarette before he stumps it out on the ground.

“I will see you around.” He doesn’t let you respond, out of the room and gone in seconds.

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You don’t have to wonder much or long about what those words meant, as you do actually end up seeing him more after that little incident.

A lot more actually.

Before that day you had never even seen the man, but now, you see him at least once a week, if not more. He’s around the stable more, sometimes talking to the stable master, other times preparing for a ride, however the weirdest times are the ones where he comes around with an excuse to talk to you.

The first time it happens is a few days after the incident with Tom-Tom. He just wanders up while you are cleaning out his stable and asks you about him. You glance up at him, unsure why he is asking, but you start talking about Tom-Tom. You liked your job and talking to Tommy, your boss, was a sure way to keep that job. You end up talking through all your cleaning, and when you try to excuse yourself to do other work, Tommy insists you keep on talking, not letting go of you quite yet. You find it strange, but you do as you’re ordered.

That was the first time it happened, but not the last. Tommy will find you wherever you are, tell you to talk about something, most of the time the horses in the stable. You do so, and he mostly listens, sometimes coming on with comments or even stories of his own.

Surprisingly, Tommy loves horses too. You had thought he was just another rich man that had a lot of horses just because he could, but he genuinely seems to care about the animals. You sometimes see him feed them treats, giving them extra pats and attention when he thinks no one is looking. Hearing him talk about them is great too, sometimes he even smiles when talking about them, which you learn is something he doesn’t do a lot of.

Over time, your friendship of sorts grows strong, and you find yourself looking forward to the days Tommy comes to see you. It is a distraction from your work and the horses, but you don’t mind.

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It’s night, and for once, the stable is quiet, almost no activity going on. Some horses are moving around in their boxes, and you can hear some animal rustling the bushes outside, but other than that, you’re alone with your lamp.

One of the mares, Lady, is only days away from birth, and to be on the safe side, you had suggested for you to watch her in the night. None of the others had wanted to do it, but you and the stable master were both content with it just being you. You know the old man is not long from retirement, and he was not about to stay up late when someone else he trusts can do it.

The only thing about doing night shifts like this was how boring and lonely it could be. Sitting on a hay bale outside Lady’s box, you try to enjoy or at least not mind the quiet. For a little while you had entertained yourself and Lady by humming, and even singing, some songs you knew.You tire of that quickly however, and have now settled on letting your thoughts wander before you try to find some work or really anything to do.

So when you hear quiet steps nearing the stables you are instantly on alert. No one else is supposed to be coming, and it’s still far until morning. The steps get closer and closer, before one stable door is pushed open, creaking as it reminds you that its hinges need oiling.

The first you see is a puff of smoke, and then Tommy enters the stable. He puts out his cigarette on the wall, throwing it outside, already aware of your ire for smoking near very flammable hay.

“Evening.” Tommy says, sounding weirdly formal for it being the middle of the night.

“Tommy, what are you doing here?” He keeps silent as he walks over to Lady’s box, peeking into it. You stand up so you're next to him.

“She looks about ready to go.” Tommy comments, keeping all of his attention on the horse except a brief glance at you.

“She is, which is why I’m here. But again, why are you here?” The silence stretches as Tommy says nothing, moving to lean his arms on the edge of Lady’s box. Lady doesn’t seem to care, as she munches on some hay.

“Couldn’t sleep.” The admission is quiet, almost like Tommy didn’t want you to hear him, so you pretend you didn’t. Sort of. You know he can use a distraction, knowing your own mind being like that when you’re the one who can’t sleep.

“Hey, let me show you something.” Tommy has to move back as you start to open the sliding door. Lady shifts her attention from her hay to you, blowing out some air from her nose.

“Come, come.” You say to her, reaching out your hand. She slowly takes a few steps towards you, pushing her nose into your hand, blowing some more air.

“Good girl.” You give her a scratch and then move out of the doorway of the now open box, letting her walk past you, into the hallway and right next to Tommy. Lady barely spares him a glance before walking towards the stable doors. You tug at Tommy’s arm for him to follow, grinning as he seems to be watching Lady with some skepticism. Opening the stable door for her, Lady slowly walks outside, stopping not far outside the doors, giving you time to close the doors behind her before she starts walking again.

You quickly catch up to her, as her steps are slow with how heavy she is. Tommy is quick to follow, walking behind you at the slow pace Lady has set. You can see Tommy thinking, glancing between you and her as you walk.

“And you still do not want to call yourself a horse whisperer, ey?” You snort.

“No, this is no horse whispering, this is trust built up over time.” Tommy doesn’t respond, so you let the silence linger, just enjoying the company. You let Lady steer the direction as she usually does, taking you on a short route that will lead you around some of the paddocks.

“It’s good for her to walk like this, both for her and the foal.” You tell Tommy, mostly to have something to fill the quiet night air with. He nods, seemingly lost in thought with his hands in his pockets as he walks beside you

It doesn’t take long before you return to the stable. Although Lady liked these walks, she  would only walk for so long with how big and slow she was. She patiently waits for you to open the stable doors for her, going straight for her box as she gets inside. She gulps down some water as you push the door to her box closed.

Lady peaks outside so she can take the small piece of apple you offer her. You offer the other piece to Tommy, who takes it, and in turn, offers it to Lady. She takes it, munching on it as she lets out a small neigh. You smile at her, then at Tommy.

“I think she likes you.” Tommy is watching her, slowly raising his hand towards her. She lets him pet her for a little bit before moving away, moving into her box, away from the both of you.

“I think I like her too.” Tommy’s voice is quiet and it’s only when he turns his head towards you that you realize how close you are to him. You perhaps only inches apart, closer than needs be in the deserted stable. Tommy is watching you with a look that you don’t recognize, eyes intense as his focus is solely on you.

“I-” Whatever you were about to say is lost as Tommy raises a hand to cup your cheek, surprisingly gentle for a man with such a fierce reputation. But that is also not what you know him as, is it? You know that he loves horses, that you like talking to him, that he is seemingly content to walk with you when he can’t sleep, that he-

Your thoughts are cut off when Tommy leans forward to press his lips to yours.

The kiss is short, barely there, you aren’t even really able to process it’s really happening before Tommy leans back, gauging your reaction

You don’t know what to say, so instead of even trying, this time it’s you who leans forward to capture Tommy’s lips with yours. He is quick to respond, the hand not holding your face pulling you in by the waist. Not to be outdone, one of your hands goes to his ribs, the other to his hip.

His lips are firm against yours, intense and hungry.

He pushes you and you go willingly, letting him push you against the nearest wall, not stopping to kiss you, introducing his tongue, letting him slowly coax your mouth open.

Which would have been wonderful to continue, but in that moment Lady decides to remind you both that it’s her box you’re leaning against and that she would like some peace and quiet. To do this she lets out a loud neigh, causing the two of you to jump, breaking the kiss as you almost jump out of your skin.

“Lady!” You chastiste her, all you get in response is a huff of air and her turning around so her behind is towards you. You huff too, focus returning back to Tommy. He’s watching you once more, letting his eyes wander as his hands stay on your face and waist. He’s warm and firm against you, making you want to stay like this for a good while longer.

“She doesn’t take kindly to being disturbed when she is trying to relax.” Tommy raises an unimpressed brow.

“Is this her or your way of telling us that we should take this elsewhere?” You give him a brief kiss, not letting him deepen it.

“I wish I could, but I need to stay and watch her, it’s my job.” Tommy sighs, leaning back and letting go of you. You wish he hadn’t, the night feels colder already.

“Another time then?” Again, gauging your reaction with intense eyes. You smile and nod, which gets an ever so slight smirk in return.

“Well then, good night.” Without more preamble, Tommy walks towards the stable door. He lights another cigarette, giving you a brief glance while doing so, before slipping out into the night.

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(Bonus smut that has nothing to say for the plot of you want it)

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ yanna vs. nctzens ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

video call fansigns, instagram lives, instagram comments etc.

yanna has very interesting interactions with fans and it’s mostly her being surprised by their questions/actions that she ends up either answering as honestly as possible or just laughing at the whole thing. for example,

yanna in video call fansigns

she’s often asked by nctzens if she ever saw any of the members as men/if she ever had a crush on them(except the obvious). if it’s her dream members, she often just laughs and replies with “i don’t think having a crush on chenle or jisung is… wise. for me, at least!” and then proceeds to say that jeno and mark don’t exactly make it easy for her to have crushes on them.

in conclusion, renjun, jaemin and haechan are people she’s considered to have had crushes on.

but, it gets weird for her when she’s asked the same question about her other hyungs. specially taeyong.

“taeyong-hyung? no. never. i would rather eat a rock.”

or johnny.

“i know i supposedly have daddy issues but-“, she cuts herself off because both the op and her started laughing at her response.

it’s worse when it’s a member she isn’t much close with, like xiaojun.

“uhm. xiaojun-hyung’s handsome, of course. and his voice is really nice. i guess it’s more like ‘wah, he’s a great guy’ than… anything other than that. yeah…”

and when it’s either sungchan or taro who she met after her and renjun got together, she just goes

“… think clearly”, she would laugh after to prove that it was a joke. kinda.

other things asked during fansigns would be about her dog, noran. fans find it endearing and funny that everytime someone asks who noran’s favorite member is, it changes…

and it’s never her.

“noran likes jungwoo-hyung these days, but he’s on tour. so i facetime him for her.”

“these days? it’s chenle. and daegal likes me too these days.”

“for now it’s taeyong-hyung, he bought her lots of snacks so…”

“she stayed over at the members’ dorm because she wouldn’t let them leave our unit.”

some ask her about other idols, if she knows them/is friends with them. she never is.

“ah, the boyz. i see them, of course. but i’m not close with any member.”

“ah, ive. [literally starts dancing to love dive] i don’t know them personally though.”

“ah. you like that group more than us? [threatens to end the video call]”

other times, she gets asked about her relationship with renjun and it’s always drastically different how she responds to such questions.

sometimes she answers enthusiastically.

like when she’s asked how she feels when renjun eats with the other members and not her.

“qīn likes hotpot a lot so he ends up eating with other members who like that too, he doesn’t want to force me eat it all the time since i’m not a huge fan of it these days. don’t worry, he can eat with them all he wants. i don’t get mad!”

or when they ask her if she gets jealous of the members basically being in love with renjun

“it’s fine, they can’t have him in the end anyways. i’m convinced they’re equally in love with me and each other.”

but sometimes, she isn’t in the mood and the questions go overboard so most fans love her being real with “fans” that are too much

like that time someone asked her if she’s ever considered changing her mind about her and renjun’s relationship.

“no. you really wasted your time to ask that?”

that’s always her response and it sends.

sometimes she enters the vc and gets welcomed with the weirdest shit, like a czennie dressed like renjun

“……”, she ends up laughing her ass off because what the fuck. the fan even started singing “be there for you”, making her crack up even more.

there was also a time a fan welcomed her by singing a full taylor swift song.

they didn’t get to even talk but the fan was satisfied that yanna had fun singing with her.

2. yanna and instagram lives

yanna’s almost always munching on something or drinking a smoothie during group lives. so, she can’t exactly tune in on the comments.

that’s why she’s easily pissed off when the one second that she does, a hate comment catches her eye. it’s happened in different occasions, she says “wait a second” to her members and comes close to the device being used for their live and blocks a hate comment she sees.

fans were confused at first until they realized what she was doing and instead found her admirable for it.

there are instances when she does lives alone, but instead of blocking she announces their username and answers the unnecessary comment.

like the time there was a comment about her voice not being good, and she wasn’t in the mood to be nice about it

“keep that to yourself…”

or when comments keep comparing her to the other members

“username H9Kywh667, find a better hobby.”

there are also times that fans join her lives and she’s just like “look, i’ll accept the requests if you guys are actually gonna show up. it’s always a black screen.”

there was also a time a renjun akgae was upset that yanna kept hanging with other people during her ig live with haechan, and she literally grabbed her phone and faced it the other way to show that renjun was right there.

“he’s here, stop getting mad for no reason. you look stupid.”

cue haechan laughing his ass of and renjun’s just like “i think i’m in love with you”.

but when comments are positive, she usually ends up kissing the camera or blowing kisses.

fans started calling her instagram lives “girlfriend video calls” and that’s how she notifies them on bubble when she’s going to do it.

“y/n, you have a girlfriend video call later”

during group instagram lives and there’s a comment for her that the members read, she just waves and smiles.

she also makes eye contact with camera a lot while drinking, not knowing it leaves fans weak in the knees.

3. instagram comments

yanna blocks hate comments and it took a while for fans to notice that. they thought the commenters would just delete it but it happened too often that they eventually figured it out.

doyoung confirmed it for her during a live once, he laughed about it and said yanna really hates such comments so she had to fix it herself.

cute fan comments are usually liked by her. and when it’s a really long and warm one, she replies with a heart and a “love you”.

if it’s a fan with a similar un as the members, she replies with “i didn’t know you loved me that much?” as a joke.

she has a running joke with fans on renjun’s instagram comments, and it’s them commenting “@dancingwithourhandstied, he posted!” until she likes his post.