#see ‘’Now why would I do something as boring as that? :)’’

[disease-danger-darkness-silence]

I fucking haaate this thing that stylists do, and it's part of why I have shitty at-home haircuts now.

I once told a stylist, "I don't have cancer, alopecia, or male pattern baldness. Hair is a renewable resource for me," and she just blinked at me like I was insane.

I want to go to beauty school. My #1 goal is to help people feel better about themselves, but my #2 goal is to be the crazy hairstylist who will encourage you to go as short as you're comfortable with, because hair is a renewable resource (for most people).

You want to dye your hair bright blue? Fuck yeah, let's do this! Are you wanting monotone blue or do you want it to look "natural" with different shades of blue, like your hair is naturally blue? Would you like me to show you how to make your eyebrows blue with makeup since dying them is kinda dangerous?

You want to shave your head to donate? I'm down, let's do it, but let's find a better organization than Locks of Love - I can make wigs, I know wigmakers, we can work to find an actual person who wants your hair and custom-make them a wig! You can see the direct results of your generosity, and a shady organization doesn't get more promotion.

You want a weird 80s hairstyle that's asymmetrical and neon? Hell yeah, wanna go over upkeep and maintenance before you do it so you know what you're in for?

Want a boring cut from the magazine? Absolutely! It's your hair! Hey, have you heard about clarifying conditioner? I ask bc you mentioned you wanted something that looks good with oily hair, and clarifying shampoo or conditioner can help with that issue a lot. I can give you the cut and you can try the conditioner or shampoo, and if you feel more confident about experimenting next time, cool! If not, also cool!

Parents who are oddly possessive of their daughter's hair freaks me out, too. It's creepy as fuck. Hair is a kid's first experience with bodily autonomy. Don't take that from them.

Let. People. Have. Control. Over. Their. Bodies. That includes hair!

the thing about having long hair especially if you are a girl/perceived as one is people act like they will be personally offended if you cut it. INCLUDING! hair stylists who you are paying to cut it. double it if you have blonde/red/ginger/curly/etc hair. like the lack of autonomy ive been allowed to feel about my hair, even when its subtle still has me afraid to go to the stylist and ask for the haircut im paying to get.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Can I Ask You a Question?

Eddie Munson x reader

You invite Eddie to hang out and he has a very important question for you

based on this ask

The door to your bedroom opens and as soon as you’re about to turn to see who it is, you feel the bed dip beside you, Eddie now lying on his stomach in the same position you are, feet up and everything. He’s kicking his legs back and forth as he takes the magazine you’re reading from you. He notices that you’re doing one of those quizzes to see who your perfect boyfriend would be and decides that he wants to be yours.

He’s felt this way for a while now but lying here with you as he looks into your eyes, he’s sure. He just doesn’t know how to get the words to come out. He’s not a shy guy so he doesn’t know why he can’t just ask. 

He sets the magazine down on the bed and begins to spin one of his rings around his finger as a way to take away some of that anxiety and it does help, but only for a little bit. You can sense his unease and the two of you sit up before you pull Eddie’s hands into your lap. 

The weight on his shoulder instantly lessens as you hold his hands, that soft smile making its way upon your lips that he’s come to adore. Suddenly, everything feels so easy. Because it is. You make him feel like he can do anything, like the sky is the limit. You’ve shown him that he’s no longer Eddie “the freak” Munson and that no one’s opinion about him matters but his own. 

He loves hanging out with you as friends, but being your boyfriend would be that much better. He wants to kiss you and hold you and tell you how much you mean to him in a romantic sense. He wants to be able to compliment you without having to subtly flirt, to just tell you how pretty he thinks you are whenever you want.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks before nibbling on his bottom lip. His heart is hammering in his chest as he takes a deep breath, the anticipation of your answer getting to him. He knows that there’s very much a chance of getting rejected and that terrifies him. He doesn’t want his feelings to ruin what the two of you have. 

“Of course you can,” you let out a chuckle as you reach forward, one of your hands threading through his hair, giving his scalp a scratch the way you know he likes. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling, but he quickly shakes his head, hating how quickly he’s able to lose focus. 

“I-I was wondering if…” he takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the way you’re playing with his hair and not how fast his heart is beating. 

You stay quiet, waiting for him to say what he needs to. You’re perfectly fine with being patient as you know how hard it can be for him to voice his feelings. You watch him breathe deeply and then he shakes his head, trying to get back on track. 

“I was wondering if I could be your boyfriend.” His warm honey eyes bore into yours, progressively softening as the seconds pass and for a moment, you swear you can see hearts forming in them. 

The room goes silent as soon as the words leave his mouth. You aren’t sure what you were expecting Eddie to say, but it definitely wasn’t that. But can’t help but smile as you give his hand a squeeze, a light laugh passing through your lips. 

“I’d love for you to be my boyfriend, Eddie,” you tell him as a grin spreads out over your face and his quickly matches yours as he pushes you so your back is flat to the bed, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. He does it over and over until they all melt into one kiss as his lips slot between yours. 

It quickly becomes a mess of teeth clinking together because neither of you can stop smiling, laughs tumbling from your lips as you try to pour your feelings out for each other between kisses, your fingers slotting through his as you eventually figure it out. The two of you fit together perfectly like puzzle pieces. 

Eddie pulls away when you’re both breathless, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping along it as you lean into his touch. You lie for a moment and you don’t even have to ask if Eddie’s thinking because you can see the gears turning. But before you can bring it up, he speaks. 

“I think I love you,” he says, his thumb still moving back and forth across your cheek. The words are so confident and matter of fact that you just know that he means the words and isn’t just saying them because he’s caught up in the moment. Every word that comes out of Eddie’s mouth has a purpose and he nevers says anything he doesn’t mean. 

“I think I love you too,” you reply and Eddie goes in for one of many more kisses of the night before the two of you cuddle up for the very first time as a couple.

[hypertechnica]

star trek as a concept is completely sexless. it is utterly devoid of sex. not one drop of convincing sexual tension has ever graced the screen on any star trek show. the weird unintentionally homoerotic psychosexual mind game shit on the other hand,

[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hi just dropping by to say I really love your work and wanted to ask about a request. If it's not your style then please delete.

I want to see a fic with Geto and a priestess! reader where Geto has to sleep with her to get benefits of her jujutsu power but it has to be witnessed as a rite in front of other members of the temple.

What do you think?

Well hello there! You've come to the right place! Nothing more delicious than some exhibitionism and freaky power exchange as a plot device to get the brain running!

Inner Sanctum

Warnings: MDNI, sex, exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), slight dominance, degradation, and LOTS of dirty talk A/n: I'm glad to be writing for JJK again, I know it's been a while. This fic idea gave me life. Not really proofread.

The room is dimly lit, illuminated by candles as a throng of elderly sorcerers quietly watch what is happening on the bed placed in the center. A naked pair leisurely kiss, their limbs erotically tangled with each other.

You were the strongest jujutsu priestess of your order. It was no surprise when the leader of the Star Religious Group requested a meeting with you. He had discovered an ancient book on sorcery, one that spoke of how divine feminine cursed energy could fortify a man’s. And of course, no one else had come to his mind except you.

It helped that you and Geto were familiar with each other, that you’d had that teasing love-hate relationship all these years. Often, you’d joked about him eventually giving in and admitting he needed you; and what a delight it had been to see your prediction coming true. With Geto’s rise to power it became increasingly apparent that while his jujutsu abilities were formidable, it would become even more so when paired with feminine energy. 

Geto nibbles at the hot skin on your throat and you comb your fingers through his luxurious black hair that falls over his shoulders in waves. You catch the eye of the Elder sitting nearest to you and though they don’t look away, their composure remains intact. You huff at the lack of reaction but then again, you’re not sure why you were expecting one.

The Elders were there only for the sake of making sure nothing went horribly wrong. The entire ritual was a nuance of minor instances that could ruin the whole process if any of them went wrong. Although Geto’s ability for curse absorption made this process easier, there were no guarantees that the energy not not destabilize since it momentarily wouldn’t have a vessel once drawn out of your body. Though rare, the aftermath could be gruesome, hence why this group of stuffy ancients presided over you. 

You were aware that this tryst would be monitored, but the lack of enthusiasm made it almost pedestrian. Observing the look on your face, Geto grins from between your breasts. “Something wrong?” 

“I was promised an audience but I wasn’t aware they would be so boring.” You gasp as Geto bites a perked nipple, soothing the sting with his tongue as he suckles it into his mouth. He releases it with a wet pop and scoffs as you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Come now, priestess. Surely my presence should be more interesting than theirs?” 

You roll your eyes at the comment but you’d be lying if you said Geto’s physique wasn’t impressive. As you’d disrobed before getting into bed together you’d seen his hard, chiseled, chest and abs, and the trail of curly hair from his belly button leading down to his cock. Even semi-erect, it was spectacular to look at. His face wasn’t bad either. Handsome, with a straight nose that ended in a cute curve at the tip. Having broad shoulders was a plus too; it meant you had something to grab onto. 

“I suppose you are. But I almost wonder if we’re not being interesting enough based on the lack of enthusiasm.” You pause, as though hoping one of the Elders would break the silence but all that can be heard is the chirping of birds from the outside. Geto chuckles darkly.

“Oh. I didn’t realize we had a little exhibitionist on our hands here. Who’d have guessed?”

“A lady must maintain some form of mystique.”

“A lady?” Geto’s calloused hands tighten on your waist, fingers indenting into the soft flesh. “Now why would a lady be complaining that no one seems happy to watch her get fucked like a 2-cent whore?” 

You’re about to retort but the words die in your throat as your brain registers what you had just been called. Geto smirks as he sees your demeanor change. “Aha. Now I see. You’re not interested in being a meek, accommodating priestess. No, you want to be used like a little slut in front of all these people, don’t you?”

His words are a smooth purr in your ear and despite the crudeness of it, you feel yourself getting turned on, your body responding powerfully to the verbal humiliation. Geto’s face looks positively delighted. “All these years of knowing you…how did I miss this?” He rolls off you and sits on the bed, dragging you in between his legs. 

“Geto!” You call his name and you hear a chair shuffle slightly in the background and still, remembering what you’d been told about this ritual. The transfer of power worked as long as the woman was consenting. Your willingness was what allowed the flow of cursed energy from your body into his, and Geto’s curse absorption ability allowed him to assimilate it as you had sex. However, the slightest notion of consent being withdrawn meant an elder intervening to prevent a disaster. 

You gather yourself, then allow Geto to maneuver you so that your back is against his chest. “There there,” he coos reassuringly at you, and the silky, sinful way the words roll off his tongue causes your heartbeat to quicken. The room's atmosphere changes, and you feel attuned to Geto’s every small move, from how his hands graze your flanks, to the gentle tickle of his hair as it slips over your shoulders like it’s your own. “It’s going to be ok little priestess. Let a more experienced man guide you hmm?” 

He cradles your breasts in his large hands and pushes them up so that they’re right on eye level with the elder seated directly in front of you. “The Elders are forbidden from speaking during this rite, in case they upset our flow,” he murmurs in a sultry whisper. “But do you want me to tell you what they’re thinking?” He skims the pads of his thumbs over the hard peaks and you let out a tiny gasp. You watch the impassive face of the Elder even as Geto continues his wicked seduction. “He was probably thinking what pretty tits these are. And how he wishes he could be the one holding them right now.” He kneads the soft mounds and you moan quietly. 

Instantly, Geto feels a change in your body, that slow, uncertain transition into a state of tentative surrender. Satisfied, he continues his filthy descriptions in your ear. “And these nipples of yours…” He gives them a soft twist, sending a rush of heat straight into your loins. Your clit pulses in response, and it feels uncomfortable to sit with your legs together. “Look at how they perk up, so ready to be tasted.” Geto’s head drops and you feel a swift lick on one of your nipples before the tip of his tongue teases you by not quite drawing it into his mouth.

“That’s right…give in. You’re just a needy little priestess. You want to be naughty so badly.” His fingers stroke a line between the valley of your breasts and you feel his erection brush against the base of your spine, hot and hard. You try to buck against him, your ass falling a few inches too short to grind against him. A sinful chuckle resonates in your ear. 

“Can you possibly be any more desperate?” He loosens his grip and pushes you forward so that you’re kneeling. A surprised yelp flies from your lips as Geto smacks the round globe of your ass, leaving it red and jiggling. “Perhaps…you’d like this better if someone could see how wet this is making you.”

He moves so that your rear is visible to the group of Elders sitting behind him. He strokes the tender flesh, pushing your head down into the mattress and raising your hips higher. “They must get the best view after all.” You bite down on your lip, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of knowing how arousing this was for you. Each spank echoed across the room, punctuated by a lewd comment from Geto each time. 

“You know it’s not uncommon for an orgy to occur after the two main sorcerers have finished their rite?” Your resolve slips and you let out a whimper as his hand comes in contact with your skin again.  “They fuck in the same room, sometimes even on the same bed, to try and absorb the last vestiges of the strong energy that was exchanged. But if you’re not gonna get wet enough for them to reap the benefits…then what’s the point? Maybe we should check? Show them you have enough for everyone?”

You pant, saliva dripping from your mouth onto the sheets as your mouth hangs open. Any sorcerer worth their salt could sense how much of your cursed energy was being willingly given to Geto right now; the energy almost thrummed in the room, passing vibrations, and you could sense his aura, a mix of him and you, completely unique. Your eyes widen as you feel Geto’s hands rest on your abused rear. 

“Shall we take a peek?”

Utterly exposed, you bury your face into the mattress as Geto spreads your ass cheeks and reveals the whole of your drenched pussy to the other side of the audience. You can feel their stares now, and unlike earlier when their presence had disinterested you, you now can’t stop thinking about Geto’s taunting descriptions and they looped through your mind like a song on replay. Was everyone internally turned on and doing their best to hide it? Were they really going to take off their clothes and have an orgy here after you were done? On this bed, which would be covered in your sweat, and with Geto’s cum and your slick juice?

Your thoughts are disrupted as you feel Geto stroke a finger in between your folds, gathering wetness from your core and sliding it over your throbbing clit. You let out an unbidden whine, your hole already clenching from imagined anticipation. 

“Oh, that’s plenty. What a good girl, getting ready to make a mess on the bed.” His finger circles your slick entrance, dipping the tip inside and withdrawing, the negligible friction making you yearn, your abdominal muscles tightening from the sensation. After a few teasing strokes, he inserts the whole digit into you and your head whips up, uninhibitedly vocalizing your pleasure. The crowd silently watches you, witnessing how embarrassingly easy it was for Geto to break you. 

Your fingers fist the sheets as he curls inside you, stroking the upper spongy walls, creating a sensation that seemed to crawl from deep within into your legs and toes. Your limbs quiver as he builds up the rising wave of heat tempering in your belly, biting down on the mattress to stop yourself from crumbling into a pile of lust. 

How was this man so unfazed? Wasn't he naked too? His cock was standing proudly, weeping precum from the slit, his tip engorged and pink, obviously wanting to be buried inside you but yet you were the one on the verge of losing sanity. An impatient growl emanates from your throat, and just when you thought you could find some semblance of control, Geto inserts a second finger into you, scissoring inside and pistoning his fingers in and out of your lewdly squelching flesh. The noises of slick wetness seem to grow louder within the silence of the room. Your voice keens as Geto continues to stroke your inner walls, finding the perfect rhythm and playing with that little patch of nerves inside you. 

“You're leaking all over me priestess.” The raven-haired man taunts as he withdraws his fingers and you collapse on the bed in disappointment, feeling empty and pathetically unsatisfied. Fingers drag through your hair, gathering it at the base of your head and pulling it back so that you can glimpse what he's trying to show you. Geto's fingers glisten with your essence, sticking ever so slightly and forming strings in between his fingers. Your mouth hangs open as you try to catch your breath, the sight so perverted and yet arousing at the same time. He brings them up to your lips. “Taste yourself.” The fluid is smeared onto your tongue and you taste the tangy salt of your pussy, mouth closing around him to suck, coating his fingers with saliva. You see the Elders’ eyes flick briefly to Geto’s face before they fall back onto you, ever impassive once more.

“Ah, they’re jealous of me. Jealous of the effect I have on you.” Geto continues his deviant storytelling. “Bet they’ve never had a woman so wet and eager for them in their whole life.” Almost tenderly, he pushes away the hair obscuring the back of your neck and trails his lips down, leaving little ticklish sensations along your spine. You gasp as his teeth sink into your shoulder blade, then into your neck, his hand cupping your chin and directing it away so that he can leave a mark. He huffs in satisfaction as the little red hickey blooms on your skin. “You give the most sweetest reactions to me.”

You’re caught off guard as Geto suddenly flips you onto your back, gazing up at his face. He looms over you, a predator surveying its iitsprey. “I daresay you’ll never make the mistake of being more invested in the reactions of some stuffy old sorcerers than me from now on.” He straddles your hips and captures your wrists, pinning them over your head as you writhe underneath him. 

“From now on?” You manage to ask. 

“Yes. Is it audacious for me to say I don’t think any other sorcerer is worthy of this body after I’m done with it? Or that I don’t think anyone else will fuck you the way you want to be fucked?” His head dips to suckle at your breast. Moaning and unable to deny him, you part your legs, arching your body upwards to catch the tip of his cock between your folds, wantonly rubbing it against your sensitized flesh. The denied orgasm was still on your mind and you grind your worth on your clit, the soft friction doing barely anything to ease the ache. Soft laughter is heard against your breast. 

“See? This is what I mean. You’re a woman of varied tastes. Can you live for the rest of your life always being fucked like a princess? Can you be satisfied knowing no one can draw out the whore in you like I do? Look at yourself, so desperate to cum and make a mess all over me.” Geto licks his way down to your bellybutton. “Can you sense how eager your body is to exude all this cursed energy for me? It’s responding to me, little priestess. The more I can bring you to the edge and drown you in your desire for me to fuck you, the better. Your aura is ripe with the scent of unmet need. Are you surprised?” He nibbles your pubic bone and you realize what he’s about to do, a jolt running through your body. 

“You’re only doing this for your benefit,” you choke out unsteadily. “The more cursed energy I produce, the more that is available to fortify yourself.” Geto pauses, his eyes gleaming up at you hungrily from between your legs. 

“Is that so? Well, then for my benefit, you better cum like your life depends on it. And trust me, priestess, I’m not letting you out of this bed until you’ve cried out my name begging for mercy.” His breath ghosts your soaking folds before his thumbs push them apart. Your clit throbbed with heat and need, your arousal staining the sheets as your hole fluttered. The first lick of his tongue has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your world is upside down, the order of Elders all flipped the wrong way as your hips rise in frantic need to meet his mouth. Those soft, wet, strokes were pushing you to the brink, a pleasant skitter accompanying each movement. 

You sob and push against him, his flow unfaltering and consistent, and against your will, his name falls from your lips. “Geto…” you whimper as your hand tangles with his long hair, tugging hard enough to bring a tingling pain into his roots. He doesn’t stop but you could've sworn you heard a muffled growl of triumph before his lips seal around your clit, sucking possessively. The noise you make is positively animalistic, the fresh pull of tension coiling your belly like a snake waiting to strike. It was too much. Pops of color form behind your closed eyelids as Geto drives you to the peak. You feel yourself staring into the abyss, then with a final breath, leap off the edge.

The candles flicker as cursed energy pours from you, and Geto is enveloped by a purple aura as he continues to feast on your sweet flesh, power pouring into his veins at your submission. He feels each spasm and quiver of your clit in his mouth and sees the way your core trembles with the lack of being filled. When the tremors stop, he wastes no time.

You’re in a daze, floating on a cloud when Geto kneels in between your legs, sinking into the mattress as he draws your legs up under your knees, and brings them back up onto your chest. You look at him questioningly, and for the first time throughout this ritual, he offers you a reassuring smile. “Keep breathing for me.” He strokes your cheek before aligning himself with your entrance, holding back a hiss at how tight you feel as his tip notches into the empty space. With a groan, he sinks his cock into you, marveling at the way your part for him, the slick, heated velvet filling his senses. The aura surrounding him now enfolds you too joining your bodies as the cursed energy begins to flow freely. 

Your sighs mix with his grunts as he sheathes himself, his hips lying flush against yours as he bottoms out, the invitation too tempting to not lose himself. He withdraws, then pushes forward, setting up a pattern that brings ecstasy into his veins. It was almost mind-numbingly painful to remember the point of this ritual. He struggles as he keeps his cursed technique active, swallowing the portion of power you’re sharing with him greedily. The overwhelming need to not have to focus on this task, to bury himself deep inside you and fuck you till he came gripped him like a beast, its claws digging into his being. Even as both energies mingle and resonate within him, he’s reduced to his base desires like a common man rather than a special-grade sorcerer. 

“Fuck,” he bites out, his teeth gritted as sweat beads on his forehead. “Pussy sucking me in like that…sure you want me taking this energy?” His eyes darken as you whine and moan underneath him, then nod. The willingness displayed in your expression, and your body humbles him. “Shit priestess. Gonna make me lose my goddamn mind.” He gathers you to him, his hands holding onto you so tightly as the cursed energy surges. His nails dig into your flesh and you realize he’s on the verge of losing control, his technique barely maintained at its current level as he struggles with the raging desire inside him. 

Even as his technique feeds on your offering, you can feel the fluctuations in his cursed energy. With a curse, Geto abandons his last attempt at trying to absorb more. His mouth covers yours as he kisses you, both your sounds of pleasure swallowed by the other as he chases his orgasm, his cock sliding smoothly in and out of your slick channel. Your hands slide up to hook over his shoulders and you cling to him, the only solid thing your senses could perceive. The noise of skin slapping on skin fills the room, the thump of his balls hitting your ass punctuating his movements as he tries to get himself to climax. His belly tightens, and he can feel his balls scrunching up in anticipation as he prepares to empty himself.

The candles snuff out, plunging the room into darkness, and a primal noise is all that can be heard as Geto finally succumbs, his cock twitching inside you as thick jets of cum paint your walls. You stay locked in his embrace, the purple aura glowing mysteriously around you both and as Geto starts to come down from his high, it flickers and eventually vanishes. 

Your face is buried in his shoulder, your breathing unsteady, and then your eyes crack open at the sound of applause. The Elders are on their feet, clearly celebratory at the success of the ritual. You gaze up at Geto who seemed to be in a trance, his softening cock still buried inside you. His eyes glance at the elders before he issues a single command.

“Out.” The word rang sharply through the room and the Elders falter, clearly confused at his lack of excitement. But with the menacing look that appears on his face, they retreat, leaving the chamber and shutting the door behind them. Once the room is empty, Geto turns his attention back to you. He eases his body out of yours, and you feel the perverse slip of his cum trickling out of you. You lie back on the sheets, spent and exhausted.

“I thought the Elders were going to have an orgy now,” you tease as Geto flops onto the sheets. He grins lazily at you. 

“Not yet. I’m not done.”

“Not done?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “But the ritual was a success.”

“Practice makes perfect. I wasn’t quite prepared this time. Lots of energy to still be collected.” 

“You want more?” you ask incredulously. “There’s a fine line between ambition and greed Geto.”

“It blurs with you.” He pulls you against his sweaty body. “Besides, it’s not like you’re lacking for cursed energy. You made plenty of it just now.”

You roll your eyes. “Do we have to bring those old geezers back in here again?” 

Geto laughs nodding. “Unfortunately. But not today.” He kisses your hair. “Didn’t I say I wasn’t letting you out of this bed until you were begging for mercy?”

“But…what if something goes wrong and…” Comprehension suddenly dawns on you and you smirk. “Oh. I see. You don’t want to activate your technique again.” You giggle naughtily as Geto rolls onto his back and you rest your head on his chest. He looks amused at your realization. 

“I just want to fuck you like the slut you deserve to be. And then maybe once like a princess too.” 

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[sulumuns-dootah]

Can I please request a whb king's reaction to actress/actor mc but this time mc is in a dramatically sweet or cringy romance movie as the main lead? With the ending being the main couple having a child time skip cuz like why not (asmo's breeding kink...)

WHB kings w/ a romance movie actor reader

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

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As much as Satan tries to enjoy the movie, it's not exactly his cup of tea

It will be kinda hard for him to stay focused, but will try his hardest

If there's some drama and maybe fighting that ends with a kiss, he's immediately into it

Also, he hates to admit it, but he's jealous of your co-star

So to somehow keep himself entertained, he'll look for ways to trashtalk them and the things they say

(Pointing out that it's just a script they're reading is useless)

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I also don't see Mammon as romance movie enjoyer, but he doesn't hate them either

There are a few romance movies you can get him to enjoy and yours is one of them

Mammon is especially interested in the part where the main couple moves into their dream house

He can't help but wonder what would be your dream home

And don't get me started on the wedding ring

The one that he'll get you, should you want one, will be way bigger and better than whatever that tiny stone was in the movie

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Cheesy romance movies are Leviathan's secret guilty pleasure

Sure, he will watch your movie and even like it, but won't tell you he did

His envy gets triggered every time there's a scene between the main couple wiht them touching or kissing

Sure, it's just one kiss on screen, but how many rehearsals and failed shots were there before you nailed it? He doesn't even want to try to guess

If he sees your co-star anywhere around you again, he can't be responsible for his actions

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Watching movies with Beel is fun for the same reason it's frustrating to show him the movie you starred in

He'll watch the movie whole, but focus on the exactly wrong thing

It's always something random too

I imagine Beel's the type to make '(a scene)but it just zooms in on random items' movie edits

Will point out background mistakes like missing flowerpots or extras changing clothes mid-scene

Only when it's solely you, centered in the shot, he'll finally pay attention to your character

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Belphie tries really hard to stay awake, he really does

But to him unless it's anime, it's kinda boring

Where's the superpowers? the cursed beings? the jojo stands?

If there's Beleth with you in the room, it's to Belphie's benefit

Belphie'll be awake as you're settling in to watch the movie and by the time you stop checking in on him, he'll be out

And then all that Beleth needs to do, is nudge him awake before you start asking for his opinion

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Asmo loves cheesy romance movies!

They remind him of his past lover and some of them even have sex scenes

And sometimes you can even cach him on the verge of crying once the big movie climax happens :)

So now that you're playing in one, he's found the one he'll keep rewatching over and over

Ooh, but if there's a sex scene in your movie, the mood drastically changes

Screw the movie... Asmo suddenly feels like rewriting the movie and showing you exactly what he'd do differently (you already know where this goes)

And the movie time skip to children is absolutely one of his favorite parts

Too bad he can't actually make you pregnant bc of his past lover's curse bc he would absolutely love to have a mini army of mini you's running around Hell

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If you ask, Lucifer would tell you that he doesn't have a movie preference, but romace movies are one of them

Generally, any movie that he can watch with the rest of the Paradise Lost demons without them arguing over it is a good one

Lucifer loves learning about the human experience so any realistic movie is a nice way of him to find out more

As you show him your movie, he'll watch it carefully and remember from it way more than even you could

The final scene with the main couple and their kids makes him smile

Similarly to Asmo, he can't help but wonder what it would be like to have a mini halfling that looks like the two of you combined, running around

[bigassmoth]

Sho frowned as he watched Leo tap furiously at his screen.

"Dude....eat your fuckin food." The plate of ultra-hot chili ramen was getting cold in the table.

"Yeah, whatever." Leo rolled his eyes and huffed, sending his tweet and then slapping his phone down. He ate angrily while Sho regarded him with a rasied eyebrow.

"The fucks wrong with you?"

Leo looked at Sho with annoyance and slurped his noodles.

"That NPC is the problem. Ever since I made that post calling them my girlfriend, followers have been bitching."

"Isnt that what you wanted? A few days ago you were laughing about it." Sho starts cleaning after confirming that the dish meets Leos impractical level of spice.

"It -was- funny but now it's just annoying. Everyone keeps calling them a Basic Bitch or an NPC, its every other comment. So unoriginal."

"That's what you call the honor student all the tim-"

"And when it's not regurgitating the same stupid one-liner, it's moaning about how someone else would be such a better fit."

Leo steamrolled Sho's comment and then picked up his phone with a scoff.

"See? Listen to this, "She is too boring for you Leo, you would be such a better match with Anastasia" as if that Kardashian copying nepobaby is half as interesting." Leo reads the text aloud before scooping more noodles into his mouth.

"Is that the blogger that keeps getting a new baby animal every few years?" Sho puts his freshly cleaned knives onto the magnetic board you talked him into getting to save on space.

"Yeah, she keeps hopping on trends. She ditched the Italian Greyhound and got a micro husky- whatever the fuck that is." Leo slathers a piece of his pork belly in sriracha before popping it into his mouth.

A new voice joins the discussion as you pass by Leos table.

"That sounds unethical. Hey Sho I know it's late, do you have anything you could whip up for me?" You peer up at Sho as you lean against the truck. The dark circles under your eyes and your unkempt hair say enough- you just got back from another mission.

"Hm...sure I think I have something I can whip together. But dont get mad at me if it doesnt turn out." Sho easily relents and begins rummaging through his fridge.

"Youre cooking is always good, thats why I can never get mad at anything you do." You tease back- it was no secret that food was the way to your heart. You had a wealth of patience for anyone who offered you snacks.

Leo grew tired of listening and scoffed.

"Did you get so tired of flirting with that musclehead so you had to move onto a guy in love with his motorcycle?"

"Shut up man." Sho responds automatically. You sit down across from Leo.

"I also love Bonnie." You say matter-of-facrly while resting your head on your arms.

"Gross." Leo rolls his eyes and aims his phone at you. He takes a couple pictures, decides on one that is decidedly your worst angle in the worst lighting. His snickering makes you open your eyes.

"What did you do?" You are annoyed when you speak to him and lacking the familiarity that you hold for Sho.

"Just want the internet to know my relationship with my girlfriend is going well." Leo shows you his recent post with a sly grin.

Having learned better, and too tired to care, you dont bother reading it and once again shut your eyes.

"As long as you arent trying to extort Tohma-senpai again." You sigh.

From inside the truck while he heats up your food, Sho opens his phone to view the post.

Your picture is editted with several heart emoties with a caption reading "Best Girlfriend Ever<3 She ordered 23,456 yen worth of food but forgot her wallet, shes so silly!" The comments are already scalding as they tear into your character. Sho peeks out to see Leo smugly scrolling through the comments before he reaches out and pats your hair.

"Ah, NPC-chan youre such good rage bait~" he coos.

"Youre welcome." You sigh out. Sho snorts as he brings you a bowl of ramen. In a short amount of time you had adjusted to Leo miraculously. Typically this unbothered attitude would bother the chic influencer but without realizing it he had become endeared to your attitude. The two sat with you and chatted as you ate your food. Sho eventually kicking Leo when he tried to get a picture of you eating.

edit: part 2

[thecranberriesslut]

Californication, Pt. 2

Summary: The second part to my fanfic 'series', you and Joel have a late night meet-cute by the pool and you get frustrated.

Pairing: No-outbreak! Joel Miller x Fem!Reader 'Cara'

Wc: 3k

Warnings: Big age gap, but still very much legal, (Joel is 40-something, referred to as 'old man', reader is 18, referred to as 'little girl'), dirty themes, dirty talk, smut.

Notes: Second part, hope y'all wanted this because I loved writing it, lmk notes in the comments I'm always looking to improve.

As you stood near the pool, close to Joel, towel in hand, goosebumps rising on your skin from the slight breeze that had found you the moment you left the warm water, you were lost in thought. You wondered what Joel's issue with insomnia might be when the faint scent of your own orange and cedarwood perfume drifted into your nose. The one you had bought impulsively at the mall after reading in a June Vogue that it was the perfume to drive men wild. You’d sprayed it on earlier that morning, hoping Joel would find your scent irresistible. The swimming had brought the day-old scent back out, and you found a slight comfort in the warm tones.

“Come on, old man—you can tell me.”

You said matter-of-factly, shifting on the still-warm poolside tiles and squeezing the remaining water from your hair, before your new highlights had a chance to turn green.

“What are you doing up this late anyway?”

Joel asked, leaning in slightly to play with the golden necklace your father had given you for your 16th birthday. His voice was low and smooth, like he was sharing an intimate secret at a crowded party. The only way to describe Joel’s overwhelming aura, which usually dominated any room he entered, was smoke in a jazz club. He always smelled like an old artist who had just enjoyed an expensive vanilla cigar with a side of fancy bourbon. You just wanted to lean in and inhale his scent. You wanted to fall asleep in his arms while he talked about whatever boring old (hot) men always went on about.

“I wasn’t getting all 'worked up' in the kitchen earlier.”

You said, your tone suggesting irritation at his earlier accusations. Of course, you had gotten worked up—you wanted him to have his way with you right then and there. But admitting that would be like admitting defeat, and you were not about to lose to a gorgeous, charming—no, mean old man.

Joel smiled knowingly, which only annoyed you further. He kept teasingly fidgeting with your necklace, and his eyes darkened.

“See now you’re lying all over again.”

“You’re my best friend’s father. You shouldn’t be flirting with me.”

It took every ounce of self-control you had in your sexually frustrated body, but somehow, you managed to step back from Joel, freeing his hand from your necklace.

“Is that so? And the way I saw you rubbing your thighs together in the car earlier when my hand brushed against your thigh… that wasn’t you, getting yourself worked up over your best friend's daddy?”

Your lips parted slightly at his crude observation. It was like he could see right through your little facade. You had always considered yourself somewhat of a mystical creature no one could figure out—but Joel… he read you like a book. It was as if he enjoyed torturing you with his words.

“Is that why you can’t sleep, sweet girl?”

He said, his dark eyes displaying fake sympathy. The pet name felt almost derogatory, rather than cute. The surrounding air seemed to turn into hot smoke, and if you breathed it in, you’d be helpless in its mercy.

“What?”

“Did I get you all turned on, poor girl… and now you can’t sleep with the constant tension between your pretty little thighs?”

You instinctively looked down at your feet, but quickly averted your gaze back to him. You had no idea how to defend yourself—maybe you shouldn’t. Potentially, you should just ask him to fuck you into next year and make it all better.

He took a slow, calculated step closer to you, still maintaining a respectable distance. But for you, it felt like he was already halfway inside you. You weren’t naive. Of course, this whole thing—him flirting with you and making moves on you—was wrong. But you couldn’t help but feel helpless in the attraction you felt for him. It was like you were trapped in a web of your own making, and the only way out was fucking Joel Miller. You were 18, right? If it was legal, how wrong could it be?

“Okay… what if you did?”

You said, suddenly exuding the confidence of a Wall Street businessman who had just made millions. Sure, your confidence was half fake, half pure arousal, but if Joel wanted this, you were going to make him take the plunge.

“Well, in that case, I’m awfully sorry. Must be hard for a petite girl like you to properly satisfy her needs after a big bad man got her all worked up.”

This time, your mouth widened with anger, your eyes shooting daggers through Joel’s. Why was he playing all these games, but not willing to actually do anything about it? You decided to be bold. You were not losing this fight. So, slowly, you brought your hand to your back and loosened your bikini top, letting it fall to the ground with a splotch sound, splashing tiny droplets of water on both you and Joel’s feet.

“Nice. How ‘bout you go to sleep, Alex Owens.”

He said, shaking his head and laughing quietly as he turned to walk away. You were confused, angry, and a little cold. The night had gotten cooler during your little meet-cute.

“Huh?”

You yelled from behind him. He had managed to take a couple of steps but stopped in his tracks. This might’ve been one of his obscure references that no one but other parents ever understood.

"Flashdance?"

He said, as though it were common knowledge and you were the idiot who knew nothing about life. You just shook your head in confusion and narrowed your eyes, covering your breasts with your arms.

“God, you’re young.”

He noted disapprovingly as he made his way inside, disappearing behind the patio door. You were left standing there, dumbfounded and more turned on than you’d felt all day.

That fucking asshole.

Finally, you had gotten yourself inside after thirty minutes of sitting on one of the pool chairs like a depressed insomniac, staring at the dark amethyst night sky with little to no stars in sight. You thought about Joel, yourself, and Sarah. You made up a plan to take a shower, change into a cute outfit, and go confront Joel—tell him that you couldn’t do this, and that he needed to stop making flirty comments toward you. Sure, your relationship with Joel had always been a little inappropriate, but now that you were eighteen, it was all getting too real.

As you turned on the shower, the water was immediately hot. It hit your freezing skin, and the contrast felt a little painful at first, but quickly shifted to heavenly. As you scrubbed your hair to get rid of the chlorine, you couldn’t stop thinking about Joel. You imagined the way he might look in the shower—back muscles tensed, strong, rugged arms scrubbing soap over his body. Would he grunt in pleasure as the first hot drops of water hit his toned chest? Despite being in the shower, your thoughts made you feel dirty. You tried to shake them off as you picked out your after-shower attire: floral-patterned Brandy Melville shorts and a plain white top. You decided to spritz on a couple of sprays of that Vogue perfume before applying a light layer of cherry chapstick.

Slowly, you made your way to Joel's bedroom, kind of excited to see what he had in there. Back home, you were never allowed in Joel’s room when visiting Sarah’s house—he always claimed there was important stuff in there, and that you and Sarah would just make a mess of it. So, you were more than curious to discover what lay beneath Joel’s tough exterior. You wanted to know his psyche—what does a man like Joel pack for vacation?

You knocked softly on the door so as not to wake anyone up. Joel heard your knock and made a small, approving sound, so you decided to open the door. There he was, wearing the same gray sweatpants and white T-shirt as before.

“What's up?”

Joel asked, his tone nonchalant, like he wasn’t just flirting with you by the pool. He was sitting on a king-sized bed, the same white sheets as yours and Sarah’s, holding an acoustic guitar. His eyes locked onto yours intensely, like you had just interrupted his playing.

“Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt… I just wanna talk.”

You said, genuinely regretful for disturbing him. You didn’t wait for an invitation—you just walked into the room, looking around, unsure of what you were even looking for. It looked fairly similar to yours and Sarah’s room—just a little smaller, but with the same white walls, a couple of plants, and a guitar case standing in the corner.

“So talk, Cara.”

He said your name teasingly. You tried to remember what you had come in here to talk about. But seeing him in the faint orange light of a table lamp, his hair falling over his face, and his legs spread as his guitar lay across his lap, your mind went completely blank.

“Are ya sure you didn’t just come in 'ere to stare at my crotch?”

He asked cockily, playing a couple of chords softly on his guitar. It looked effortless, like he was molding it in his hands. You had no idea your corrupted mind could make something as innocent as guitar playing feel sexual.

“Can I try?”

You pointed to the guitar haphazardly, sort of hoping he’d be the responsible adult and say no, ending this game of cat and mouse. You looked into his eyes, and they had grown warmer.

“Sure, sweetheart—just sit on down next to me.”

He smiled as he patted the spot on the bed next to him. You sat down, feeling his body heat radiating onto you. He lifted the guitar from his lap and gently placed it into yours, his hand brushing faintly against your stomach—but to you, it felt electrifying. You placed your hand on the neck of the guitar. It felt big and boxy in your hands, in contrast to how natural it looked in Joel’s.

“Have you ever played before?”

“Uhm… no.”

Joel put his arm around you to guide your fingers into the right spots on the guitar. His hands felt huge and experienced around your smaller ones.

You turned to look at him, his face was perfectly illuminated by the light, the shadows brought out his sharp features and his enigmatic eyes. Out of nowhere, you leaned over and pressed your lips to his, it probably felt uncoordinated and adolescently gentle to him. To your surprise, he kissed you back tenderly, his hand fell from the guitar to your waist and his tongue fought its way into your mouth, like it was fighting for dominance. He tasted like whiskey and a faint note of cigarette smoke. you knew from Sarah, that he only smoked sporadically, when he felt particularly anxious or angsty. He pulled away and looked at you, his intense gaze pierced right through your eyes and into your soul.

“Now, now… bad girl.”

He smiled, while softly scolding you. You lifted the guitar out of your lap and placed it on the floor, you moved closer to Joel on the bed.

“Come on— Joel.”

You whined, making that puppy dog look with your eyes, that got you your new phone last may. You made the bold move of taking Joel's hand and pulling it into your lap, but Joel was quick to pull his hand away.

“I'm not sure what you want, lil' girl.”

He said smugly, staring at you through hooded eyelids. You made a pained face and squirmed in your position on the side of the bed.

“Yes you do. You've been teasing me for so long… come on!”

“What if ya were to ask me real nicely?”

“What, you want me to beg? I'm not begging.”

You turned to face away from him, crossing your arms in irritation, you tried to make it believable, that if he didn't do something, you would leave. But you couldn't leave, it was like Joel had cast a spell on you, and it invaded your every thought with Joel, Joel… Joel. He just kept his unwavering attention on you, observing, annoyingly sure that you would eventually do what he told you to.

“Please…”

You caved. He smiled a devilish smile, but then dropped it, he spoke.

“Please— what?”

“Please have sex with me.”

This was your rock bottom, and he was smiling again, about to say something even more smug and infuriating.

“Please have sex with me, who?”

“Mr.— Miller…?”

You hesitated, not sure what he wanted you to call him.

“Good girl… no.”

You saw red. What the fuck did he mean 'no', he made you beg. He humiliated you, all to say no. You looked at him with wild eyes, like you'd imagine a coyote would look at a hunter who had just killed the coyote's entire family.

“What the fuck, Joel?”

You said, almost yelling. Joel noticed and roughly placed his hand onto your mouth to keep you quiet, you could wake up the whole house.

“Listen, kiddo— I won't fuck ya, it feels way too wrong… but I feel real bad for messin' with you, so I'll take care o' ya.”

You wanted to protest, but his hand on your mouth was stopping you. He gave you a look that said 'calm down', so you took a couple of breaths through your nose and showed him you were calm. He removed his hand, and you opened your mouth to speak, but Joel stood up and his velvety, now a little rougher voice interrupted you.

“Lay on your back and take off your pants.”

You were shocked, shocked at his words, even more shocked at their effect on you. But now your entire brain was turned off, Joel was looming over you, observing your reaction. You slowly slid your shorts off and laid down on the bed anxiously, fidgeting with your top. Joel walked closer slowly, menacingly— like a hungry lion.

“Who knew that inside that naughty girl was a slut who's willin' to follow instructions.”

His words were mean, crude. But his voice felt like the dark hum of a vibrator, it was like only his voice could make you come better than your own hands ever could. Joel put his hand on your ankle, slowly bringing it up your leg. The motion was torturous, you almost wanted to protest, but something inside of you knew that it wasn't a good idea. After a while of ticklish torture, his hand stopped on your upper thigh, inches from the place you needed him the most.

“Are you sure you want this?”

He asked, his voice not so much concerned, as degrading. He was just stalling— he wanted you to feel tortured. You couldn't take it anymore. His hand felt like it was on fire, and you were desperate.

“Yes! Please, Joel.”

“Eager lil' girl, huh?”

He slipped his hand into your panties, it took you by surprise, you almost made a sound, but he noticed right before and brought his other hand to cover up your mouth again.

Is it fucked up that I actually love this serial killer-esque mouth covering thing…?

You thought to yourself, as his middle finger found your most sensitive spot. You figured he was done stalling, because he started to rub increasing in speed circles on your bud, as he stared into your eyes with intensity that was bordering on frightening. Not only that, but you couldn't even focus on his gaze, because you were seeing stars. The whole situation felt oddly grotesque. You whimpered behind his hand, but it effectively blocked all your sounds and all that was left were tiny, pathetic squeaks. He increased the speed of the circles, and you could already feel yourself spilling over the edge. He kept the speed up until your entire body spasmed a couple of times, and you were sure you made a sound that sounded closer to a cat dying than an orgasm. To your surprise, Joel kept his hand drawing slow circles onto your clit as he removed his hand from your mouth. You could do nothing but stare at him, mouth wide open, eyes rolled halfway back into your head.

He stopped his movements and pulled his hand out of your white cotton panties, he smiled at you and narrowed his eyes.

“Now you go to sleep, sweetheart, and I stay up thinkin' 'bout how fast I made your poor little pussy come.”

[unhealthyvendetta]

☆ YOU'RE A NEEDY GUY, BUT I GUESS I KIND OF LIKE THAT ☆

♡ overview. you broke up with your boyfriend who always treated you like dirt. now that you're gone he can't seem to live without you

♡ caution. satoru x reader, toxic relationship, cheating, angst, new and improved reader, not proof-read, no use of Y/N, sadist reader

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You held a huge gift in your hand. It wasn't expensive, no, but it had sentimental value.

Satoru always talked about how much he loved gifts like that, ones that came from the heart; at least that's what he said. It was your wedding anniversary and you wanted to do something for him.

You crept towards his office when you heard Satoru and his friends having a chat. "When are you going to divorce her? She's so cheesy and corny. It makes me sick!" One of his friends scoffed. Your heart dropped to your feet.

"Exactly. Why would you marry her?" His other friend snickered.

"I love her but this mundane life is boring." Satoru sighed, "I know a divorce would break her heart, so I'll just have to be secretive."

You stood frozen, looking through the cracks of the door. You probably would've confronted him, but to be honest your marriage was filled with holes that you desperately attempted to fill.

Satoru had been acting odd for the past year now, but you loved this man to death. So you ignored the countless girl "best friends" he had and the amount of times he came home with the scent of womens perfume on his shirt.

What could you do? Nothing.

But to come face to face with the thought of divorcing him was something that could make you deathly ill.

You quickly tried to think of something to do, anything ti get your mind off of this. Without thinking, you grabbed your car keys headed toward your car and started driving.

You kept driving, your hands shaking with anger and pure sadness.

You stopped at your parents house and knocked on the door. Your mother opened the door and looked surprised and excited to see you, although it was cut short due to the expression that you wore.

Before she could ask if you were okay, you burst into tears and gave her a huge hug.

After explaining the situation with your mother, she let you stay for as long as you needed. You thanked her and walked into your old bedroom.

It was a hit of nostalgia and sadness. You wished you never met Satoru. If you didn't you'd still be here, in this very bedroom.

Just then, your phone rang. Satoru was calling.

You reluctantly answered the call. "Honey, where are you? Your location is off." He asked, feigning anxiousness.

"I'm at my parents," You answered dryly. "Is everything okay?" Satoru asked, picking up on your dry response. "I don't want to call right now." You said bluntly. Satoru didn't speak for a few seconds, probably due to shock.

"That's okay, bye babe." Satoru assured, making your stomach twist with anger. He was playing in your face like a jackass.

You hung up, feeling nothing but rage. You decided to ignore your feelings and just go to bed, it was late after all.

Your eyes fluttered open but were quickly shut from the sudden sunlight. Once your eyes got used to the brightness you sat up and stretched. "How'd you sleep?" A familiar voice asked.

You turnt your head and saw your (soon to be ex) husband Satoru.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You yelled, which made him laugh. "I was worried about you, you can't just leave like that." He smiled.

Satoru went to kiss your hand but you pulled away before thinking, making his smile drop.

"Hey.. is something wrong?" Satoru asked, looking almost hurt at the fact you pulled away. The sight made you feel.. almost satisfied? You decided to ignore him and he looked disappointed.

'"Hey, come on.. don't do that.. what'd I do?" Satoru asked with a frown. "Nothing, I'm just tired, okay?" You replied coldly. "No, no, come on.. don't be this way.. are you mad at me?" Satoru whined. "Leave me alone," You said as you got up from the bed.

Satoru looked so confused. Why do you keep pulling away from him like that?

You went downstairs to question why your mom would let Satoru in after you told her what happened but you saw your dad instead. "Awh," Your father sighed contently as he saw you. "It's been so long, I wish you told me you were visiting!" He smiled greatly.

You smiled back but your happiness was cut short by Satoru coming downstairs as well.

Your father went to greet him so you took this time to quickly slip out the door. You got in your car and tried to calm yourself. Why would Satoru follow you? What a jackass. You checked your phone and saw several missed calls from Satoru at the ass crack of dawn.

You decided to get out the car for a moment and saw Satoru. "We should head home," He said.

"I don't want to," You replied sharply. "Why are you so angry at me? I can feel tension between us. Please don't ignore me like this." Satoru confronted anxiously. You scoffed at him and ignored him, making him place his hands on your shoulders.

"Please talk to me, w-we can work some-" Satoru stuttered before you cut him off. "There's nothing wrong." You scoffed, making Satoru frown. "Let's just go home at least." Satoru suggested.

You would say no, but you miss your cat, so you reluctantly agreed.

You walked into your house and went to cuddle your cat and Satoru tried to talk to you, but as usual you made it difficult.

Eventually when nighttime came by, you reluctantly slept next to Satoru, or so you thought. He was gone. Where? You checked the closet and saw his suit missing. You checked his location and saw that he was at a restaurant. Just then, a notification popped up. Satoru uploaded a new story, which wasn't shocking.

You accidentally clicked the notification which pissed you off but we move.

But your anger subsided once you saw him taking a selfie with a girl which obviously wasn't you. You didn't really care, but quickly the post was taken down; accompanied with a facetime call you let ring.

You didn't even wanna think about his bullshit, so you went to sleep. But unfortunately you woke up to a suprise breakfast in bed from Satoru. You gave a slight frown, "I'm not hungry." You rejected, making him frown too.

"You're mad at me," Satoru said. "I'm just tired," You replied. Satoru eventually gave up and left you alone.

He invited his friends over and you knew they were probably going to talk about you again so you quietly peeked through the door and tried hearing their conversation.

"She's been acting weird, huh? Maybe she's playing hard to get?" His friend suggested. "But why would she? Do you think she heard or went through my phone?" Satoru asked. "Did we leave the door open?" His friend asked. He turned towards the door and before you could run away, he opened it and saw you.

Satoru looked really shocked to see you and you both stared at each other for a few moments.

"What.. what were you doing here?" Satoru asked as if he didn't already have an answer.

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hi guys.. i know it's been like 2 months and i apologize! i've been so busy :(( i know this sucks and! frankly i feel like i lost by ability to write but this kind of took forever so pretend its good for my ego pls :') anyways, hi guys!!

[nettylosesbraincells]

Would you...? [buddie x reader]

Summary: Eddie is finally happy, Y/N is bored and Buck is sad. What a great combination.

(In other words, I have no clue how to summarize this o_o)

I walked through the door just as Eddie landed on the couch, ending his dance performance in the empty house. I heard him laugh through the music as I closed the door behind me. He heard the door shut, his head popping over the couch. 

"Hi!" He said cheerfully. I raised an eyebrow at him, my mouth falling open when I noticed the missing mustache. 

"You shaved it!" I said loudly. He stood up, revealing his pantless legs to me. My eyes immediately dropped to his thighs. I licked my lips, looking back to his face, noticing the glint in his eyes. 

"Yeah, I did," he said, smiling. I furrowed my eyebrows, eyeing him.

"Why?" The question slips out faster than I can stop myself. Eddie lets out a laugh, shrugging.

"I'm done denying myself stuff I really want," he says. I blink at him a few times. 

"What does that have to do with facial hair?" He sees my confused face and laughs. Just then someone knocks at the door. I raise an eyebrow at him instead of asking if he is expecting someone, but he just shrugs and looks as confused as I did a moment ago. I turn to open the door, revealing a sad-looking Buck. He doesn't say a word, just walks in, pressing a can of Coke into my hand and a bottle of beer into Eddie's. He then walks around the couch and sits down. I close the door again, staring at the can in my hand. 

"Hello to you too?" I say, watching Eddie step over the couch to sit on the other side of it. I walk over to them, sitting down in between them. We sit in silence for a few moments, the two of them sipping on their beer. 

"So, why do you two have a beer and I got a can of coke?" I break the silence, finally opening the can in my hand and taking a sip. I can see both of them turn to look at me from the corners of my eyes. I look at Eddie first, then slowly turn to Buck, noticing the nearly identical expressions on their faces.

"Y/N, last time we gave you a beer you got drunk from one bottle and puked into my plant," Buck says. I make a face, Eddie quietly laughing.

"Yeah..." I let out, Buck's lips finally twitching into a smile as he looked at me. His eyes then slide a little to the side, and I know he finally noticed Eddie is missing the mustache.

"You shaved it!" He says loudly, making me let out a loud laugh. Eddie facepalms, wondering how he ended up with best friends like us.

"Yeah I did," he says, sipping on his beer. Buck shoots a confused look at me. I shrug.

"Apparently, the mustache was keeping him away from stuff he wants or something like that," I say, still not really sure what Eddie meant by that. Buck looks even more confused than before. I hear Eddie sigh.

"I'm not explaining it now. Can you two tell me why did you decide to show up at my house at-" he looks at the clock, "almost midnight?"

"I was bored."

"Tommy and I broke up."

There's silence for a second where you could hear a pin drop, before I loudly cheer at the same time as Eddie asks 'Why?'.

Buck shoves me, making me land in Eddie's lap as I giggle. Eddie places his hand over my mouth to shut me up, as he stares at Buck, waiting for an answer. I blink, looking at Eddie, seeing only his chin and up his nose from my angle, which makes me giggle even more for some reason, the sounds muffled by the palm of his hand.

"He said I'd only break his heart. He was my first and not my last. I don't know what that has to do with anything." Buck made a face, taking another sip of his beer. Eddie stared at him quietly, trying to process what he just heard. I push his hand away from my mouth.

"That's bullshit." I push myself up, blushing when I realize I have my hand on Eddie's naked thigh. I don't remove my hand, keeping myself upright.

"Why did he date you in the first place if he thought you would only break his heart? I swear I will punch him if I see him," I say angrily, feeling protective of my friend. Buck only shrugs, mumbling something about everyone leaving him. Eddie tenses behind me, taking in a deep breath. I can feel him turn towards Buck, placing his chin on my shoulder.

"Good thing you have us then. You are not getting rid of us," he smiles at Buck. I turn my head towards him, reading his expression. I lick my lips, looking at Buck.

"But you guys are my friends, I don't- We are not in a relationship. I can't keep anyone in a relationship with me." He says, his eyebrows furrowing. He looks frustrated. I swallow nervously, remembering my conversation with Eddie from a few weeks back.

"Would you..." I start, pausing, looking at Eddie uncertainly. He smiles at me and nods. I notice the hesitance from a few weeks back is no longer in his eyes, making me finish my question.

"Would you want to be in a relationship with us?" I ask softly, turning back to look at Buck who slowly lifts his head to stare at me. His eyebrows raise in question and then furrow before raising once again. I move slightly, sitting next to Eddie again, nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

"What do you mean?" Buck finally asks. I swallow, unsure what to say. Eddie clears his throat, one of his hands tracing patterns on my back as he looks at Buck.

"Exactly what it sounds like, we want a relationship with you. A romantic one." Eddie specifies when it looks like Buck is about to say he already has a relationship with us. 

"You two like me?" Buck asks. I roll my eyes as Eddie chuckles. 

"Buck, who wouldn't like you?" I ask, genuinely in disbelief of him thinking people wouldn't like him, but then I realize everyone actually usually leaves him. 

"I know people have left you before, but not because they didn't like you," I say quickly. 

"I'm not siding with them by saying that, I'm just saying I wouldn't leave you if you wouldn't want me to." I start slightly rambling as he just keeps looking at us, his eyes sliding from me to Eddie and back as he tries to read our expressions and find out if we are trying to make fun of him.

"Buck, we mean it," Eddie says softly, Buck's expression finally turning soft as well. 

"Since when? And you two are together?" He asks, leaning closer to us as he takes a sip of his beer. Eddie places his beer on the table.

"I liked you since I started working at the firehouse. But you were with Taylor at that time and she was really scary-looking when she saw me around you so I didn't really try to say anything? And when you two broke up I was already convinced you wouldn't like me anyway so.. yeah." I say, awkwardly scratching my neck. Eddie laughs at Buck's shocked expression. He shuts up immediately as Buck looks at him, waiting for his answer.

"Well, officially since you decided to push me over during the basketball game. Unofficially, after a very long and therapeutic conversation with Y/N a few weeks ago, probably since my first day at the 118." Eddie admits, his cheeks turning pink. Buck's eyes widen, mouth dropping open.

"The first day? Both of you? Eddie, I basically hated you on your first day!" I laugh as Buck is trying to wrap his mind around all this. After a few minutes of Buck just staring at us he speaks again.

"You didn't answer my question guys," he says teasingly. I smile, knowing we will be fine.

"No, we aren't together. We agreed that if we ever were going to, it would be with you as well. Because it would not be complete without you," I grin as I say the last part. Eddie nods.

"So, would you?" Eddie asks, impatience noticeable in his voice. I elbow him softly. We then both look expectantly at Buck, who is watching us with a fond smile, his eyes sparkling. He takes a deep breath and then finally responds.

"Yeah, I think I would like to." 

[otterly-darling]

First Anniversary

‘Cheers!’

They clinked their glasses together over fond smiles across the table.

‘I can’t believe it’s been a year,’ Remus sighed a nostalgic sigh. ‘It’s been- well it’s just been the best.’ He reached across the table, ‘I know I don’t say it enough, that it’s not really our thing to talk like this but-‘ he swallowed, ‘Everything we’ve done this year, the books, the late nights, it’s meant an awful lot and I was hoping that-‘

‘Well, well, well.’ The sound of the kitchen door slamming shut made them both jump. ‘Isn’t this cosy.’

‘Sirius!’ Remus stammered, ‘I thought you were out with James!’

‘I was.’ Sirius crossed his arms. ‘I missed you. So I came home. Looks like you didn’t have the same problem though does it, Remus? It didn’t take you long to replace me.’

‘Oh do shut up, Sirius.’ Regulus rolled his eyes and turned back to pick up his glass of squash. ‘Sorry, Remus, you were hoping that…?’

‘That I could borrow your unabridged copy of Moby Dick,’ Remus mumbled, still sounding guilty. ‘I dropped mine in the bath. Sirius, love, I can explain!’

Sirius ignored him. ‘Why are you here?’ he demanded, pointing at Regulus who looked back, bored.

‘In case it had escaped your notice, brother, but I am here quite a lot of the time.’

‘Yes, but to see me! And now I come home to find you fraternising with my husband!’

‘We’re not doing anything!’ Remus rushed on to say. ‘Okay, that’s not true but you have to promise not to be upset. You’re still my absolute favourite Black brother, I swear on your arse, and you know how much I love your arse.’

Sirius gave him a shrewd look. ‘Hmm,’ he stuck his tongue out at Regulus. ‘You do love my arse. But I promise nothing,’ he added.

‘It’s our anniversary,’ Remus said quietly, getting to his feet and coming up to Sirius, uncrossing his arms so he could take his hands in his own. ‘A year ago today Regulus and I, we- we started a book club.’

Sirius gasped. ‘Without me?!’

‘Can you even read?’ Regulus started but Remus shushed him with an imploring look.

‘It means nothing, baby. It’s just for fun and-‘

‘Hey!’ Regulus stood up too, looking indignant. ‘You were just saying how much it meant to you! What was that? A lie?’

Remus paled further, ‘No! I-‘ his gaze flickered between the two brothers. ‘Reg, I didn’t mean-‘

‘So it did mean something!’ Sirius wrenched his hands free from Remus’.

‘When I suggested we read a book together and discuss it you literally told me you couldn’t think of anything more boring!’ Remus sounded desperate now.

‘Oh so I was second choice then was I?!’ Regulus crossed his arms too, mirroring his brother. ‘Well that’s just charming.’

‘Well it would have been nice to be invited to your little gatherings anyway!’ Sirius said at the same time.

Remus sat back down and thunked his head on the table. ‘I’m too old for this.’ He got up again, the chair screeching across the tile and without another word walked out the room.

Sirius and Regulus looked at one another.

‘Well that was fun!’ Sirius said brightly and uncrossed his arms. ‘You want to stay for dinner?’

‘Oo yes please!’ Regulus plonked himself down in Remus’ vacated chair and kicked his legs up on the table. ‘Should we make Remus get us takeaway?’

‘Oh definitely.’

@wolfstarmicrofic

[twilightakiishi]

FEED ON MY DESPERATION — C. TAKIISHI

cw: fluff. gn! reader. mention of sex but no sex. implied poly with endochika. synopsis: what romance looks like with takiishi; the first kiss you share and how he's grown fond of you without you really knowing. wc: 1.1k.

chika takiishi takes your breath away in the most mundane of moments. he doesn’t really understand it. 

when you’re standing near him and you catch a glimpse of the way the light reflects off his cheekbone and the curve of his upper lip, you get a quick side eye from him. he huffs under your stare that bores into him out of his peripheral. 

you just don’t look away. so he meets your gaze, expectantly. what do you want. 

a smile twitches at the corner of your lips. he’s learned to communicate more softly with you— still in a way that caters to someone who doesn’t care much for speaking, but with a newfound curiosity. it’s his own selfish desire to know why you are intrigued by him. interest is interest, you think. take it or leave it. 

slowly, you lift a hand to his jaw. his eyes follow it carefully, staying locked onto it for a few moments before his brow twitches, unsettling gaze once again falling on yours. 

your eyes flicker between his to gauge his reaction— chika isn’t so used to random displays of affection. it’s surprising that he even allows you to share his space. the last thing you want is to scare him off, and that means doing everything thoughtfully. however, sometimes, in an effort to give him time to adjust to something, you end up being brushed off by his impatience. 

a tense of his jaw and a twitch of his brow, and he’s turning his head, returning his attention to the broken clasp of his earring endo told him to stop touching an hour ago. (he breaks things in his impatience, whether he’s trying or not. it’s the reason it broke and the reason he can’t fix it.)

a lot of your relationship with takiishi is hit or miss. you are learning him as he is learning you. there is bound to be rejection. so you sigh, returning to your side of the couch and picking up your book, as both of you sit in each other’s company. it’s enough. 

the next morning, endo sweeps into the kitchen to say goodbye before heading to the gym. takiishi watches curiously from behind the counter as you reach out to pull endo’s face down to your level, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. you feel eyes burning into you as endo giggles, pulling away to give you a proper kiss. 

takiishi’s eye twitches, unbeknownst to you as he chews his waffle. he notices that the way you held his jaw the afternoon before is the exact way you hold endo now, but you waited much less time to lean in. as soon as endo is out the door, he pipes up. 

“you wanted to kiss me yesterday.”

you turn to face him. “i did.”

“you hesitated.”

“i wasn’t sure you would be comfortable with it.”

he blinks. “we have sex.”

you stifle a laugh. he isn’t intending to make a joke, and it’s all the more amusing to you. 

“yes, but a kiss is a different type of intimacy that i know you aren’t accustomed to. endo craves that kind of attention, so i don’t hesitate with him.”

he stares at you as he takes another bite. you can see the gears turning in his brain as he chews again. you sip your coffee and stare back, leaning against the counter as you wait for his response. it may never come. you know this. 

and then he stands, tendrils of hair swinging as he moves. the light streaming in from the kitchen window sets him aglow, little particles of dust in the air rising like embers around his figure. in two short strides, he’s in front of you, a lock of red and yellow loosely falling over his shoulder as he leans in.

his lips are syrup sweet and enticing, encouraging your tongue to glide over his bottom lip. you don’t see the way his own hand hesitates to come up to your jaw, but it does. with much less gentleness than you, but what matters is that it does. 

takiishi’s been mimicking you, you’ve noticed. in the way that a robot or an alien would collect data, he copies; tries to understand by following your lead before he decides it’s not exactly his style. so his fingertips trail down until his palm wraps around the base of your throat, thumb resting in the dip of your collarbone. you’re warm where his other fingers rest over your pulse, and he squeezes ever so slightly. 

chika’s found that his favorite part of physical affection is the feeling of another being alive. the sound of a beating heart, warm panted breaths, the steady thrum of pulse points scattered around your body. he especially enjoys when he is the source of these bodily responses, but he’s still getting used to you being the cause of them for him. 

he remembers the way it felt the first time his heart beat for you. 

his body betrayed him— gut writhing and skin broken out into goosebumps under a gaze with intensity that could rival his own. 

the day will never come that he’d admit it, and it took months for him to accept what it was. but it’s why he never kicks you out when you show up, lets you sit a few feet away from him while you both do your own thing. it’s why he even seeks you out on days that endo drives him up a wall— your presence is peaceful, comforting, welcomed. 

you’ve communicated so much to him without words, learning the complexities of him day by day. like the way you’re touching him now, the way you’ve discovered he likes— hands gently pressed to his lower back, because he feels caged in with arms around his neck and the distance between your bodies with a hand to his chest irks him. 

you nip at his bottom lip, sweet and sticky, remembering the way he recoiled the first time you ever tried it. the memory of his expression– completely bewildered, defenses up– flashes in your mind, and you can’t help but smile. the two of you have come so far since then; sharing a random kiss in the middle of the kitchen for the first time, partly initiated by chika. 

the thought increases your heart rate, and he notices the instant your breath grows more shallow. his calloused hand moves down to sweep over your chest, stilling at the sensation he’s grown so fond of. takiishi pulls back, taking in the way you pant through parted, glistening lips. 

“just do what you want.” like you always have. his hair covers his face when he turns away, murmuring his own declaration of love, “I don’t mind.”

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[dondusthefirstconsul]

Not Acacius getting a new hobby named Geta 😭😭😭😭😭 That was so funny and also just so wholesome. The whole concept that suddenly Lucius is there too and now they have three sons is so funny. I so badly want to read about Lucius and how he feels about all of this - namely the lunatic twins.

ACACIUS AND GETA MY HEART CANT TAKE THIS I might be weak for them and Geta finally getting a good father figure.

I had to get up and go drink water because I got so excited I couldn't breathe for a moment when I read this.

Caracalla being unlikeable has my heart yessss yes be unlikeable that's why I love him. I love unlikeable characters. Caracalla being his antisocial, violent, aggressive, horny, unsympathetic, mischievous, and also reserved and aloof, only-wanting-to-spend-time-with-Dondus himself my beloved. I love that no one but Geta can stand him. RIP Acacius they come as a package deal even if you only want to adopt the other one.

LUCILLA WANTING TO HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM YES YES YES! I'm so obsessed with the fact they kept her as a prisoner and all played into this propaganda play that she was there willingly. The twins pretty much spitting through their teeth that she has freedom and privileges bestowed upon her and she is guarded 247 for her own protection and she should be grateful. THEY ARE SO AWFUL AND HATEFUL AND GREEDY

(I'm not saying you have to add this to your story at all, please don't take this that way, but I personally am weak for the trope that Caracalla needs and finally gets a mom who's willing to love him. I kind of headcanon that their mother didn't like Caracalla as much as Geta, a nod to their historical selves, and that's why Caracalla is so much freakier and more antisocial. But of course it's a difficult thing with Lucilla because Caracalla is what he is. I am still weak for her accepting Caracalla and seeing his more vulnerable side and I believe he would absolutely break down from that)

But can I just say again I LOVE GETA AND ACACIUS [well not exactly bonding just yet but] DEVELOPING THIS BUDDING FATHER SON RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THEM! I believe Geta would be fighting it and being difficult but also so desperate for someone to care for him and notice him and guide him but fighting with tooth and nail because he's scared and anxious and has major trust and selfworth issues. And Acacius being his resolute self AHHHHHHHHHHHHGGG. HES SUCH A GOOD MAN like he is the perfect man actually he's caring and loyal and empathetic and such a solid and moral guy and also a fierce protector he just!!!! He has so much integrity.

Also yeah they would be understrimulated as hell because they're so fucking spoiled and are used to having everything at their reach, every luxury in the world and all the entertainment they could ever imagine. Their every hedonistic need met. People literally killing eachother for their entertainment and these monsters (Caracalla) say they've grown bored of even that. That it needs to be something different, something special. I can't wait to read how they start acting out when locked in one room with none of that.

unhinged concept (I'm entering that stage): Lucilla actually does adopt Geta and Caracalla which ruins Acacius's life but also makes him their step-father and they finally get an actual father figure who teaches them how the fuck to hold swords and not be the worst people ever.

and we just cancel Macrinus entirely, which, I don't know what the hell happens to Lucius but that's someone else's unhinged concept to worry about.

And we put Caracalla on a leash because the boy cannot behave. That's no way to treat your mother

[sillycreaturefromthevoid]

Our Wonderland is such a weird hyperfixation for me because it literally spawned out of nowhere. I was like "Hey I'm bored why don't I just play a random game" which is something I pretty much NEVER do. I see an interesting unique artstyle that reminds me of those graphic novels and comics I would read in middle school when I had no friends and spent my time on the school library. And I thought "Hey, the visuals look so interesting, I'm invested already, the characters look so unique and special." Then, as I played, I slowly realized how well written the narration was, how incredibly immersive the fantasy setting was and, worse of all, how relatable the characters were. I slowly realized "Hey, I'm the target audience for this!!" And I was shocked, as I had just randomly dived into the game, only to get surprised, especially by the queer and neurodivergent content from it. How incredible, the game took a hold of my entire soul, and now I don't spend a day without thinking about it. Sigh.

[paradoxicalwritings]

𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 (𝐩𝐭. 𝟏)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ◦ angst, abusive boyfriend, physical fighting

𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 ◦ sfw | nsfw in future parts? | fem!reader | reader is a manager | reader is hard to get | reader is in an abusive relationship | atsumu is a total white knight | atsumu calls reader "doll" | 2.2k words

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𝐯𝐢𝐩 ◦ @takes1

It started simple, and frankly, you didn’t think anything of it in your innocent first year mind. Atsumu was a show off in general, so it certainly wasn’t geared towards you in particular. You never noticed the looks he gave you after a particularly good play by him in your first year.

Now, the summer training between first and second year, yeah that’s when you started to notice. The showboating reached a particular high that summer. You were just trying to be a good manager, encourage everyone on the team. You would happily cheer out “Nice, Osamu!” or “Nice receive, Aran!” but Atsumu was the only one who let it get to his head. He’d strut back to the serve line whenever you yelled “Atsumu, nice serve!” and be positively glowing when you said “Nice kill!” He had even tried to flirt with you a couple times, given at the time you had no idea he was flirting, you just thought he was being nice. But you knew better now, and you cursed your naivety for letting you get into this situation.

Atsumu was leaning against the wall next to you, practically whining at you, “C’mon, Doll. Y’know I can treat you better than that boring ass boyfriend you got.”

You rolled your eyes, “Who I date isn’t any of your business, Atsumu.” You pushed yourself off of the wall, walking back towards your classroom. You made a note to not leave your classroom for lunch anymore.

You knew the piss yellow blonde was following you before he even said anything, “I’m just looking out for my darlin’ manager is all. I promise, Doll.”

You spun on your heel, pointing your finger in his face, “If you call me Doll one more fucking time, I’m gonna tell Osamu and Kita that you’re harassing me,” you stood there for a beat, waiting for him to even try to say something.

He shoved his hands in his uniform pants pockets and said through a pout, “I’m just sayin’, you’re too good for him,” he smirked down at you, “Darlin’.”

You scoffed and gave your meanest manager glare back at him, “I’m not into overconfident men.” Before Atsumu could say something back, you were already stalking off down the hallway, steam practically coming out of your ears. He clicked his tongue in frustration and went back to his own classroom.

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That night, Atsumu laid awake on his bunk bed, thinking about how he could finally win you over. He’d had a crush on you since he met you in first year, and he’d been doing everything he could think of. He always played his hardest around you, he always complimented you, he had even protected you when guys would try to hit on you at tournaments! He thought it was going well until the beginning of this year when you started dating that chump on the baseball team. He wasn’t even good at his boring ass sport, he was a damn bench rider. He was waaay better than that guy. He was one of the best in the nation for crying out loud. Girls came to the Inarizaki games to see him play. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes and groaned loud enough to get his twin’s attention.

“What is it now, you idiot?” Osamu said from the bottom bunk.

Atsumu sat up, and leaned over the edge of the bed, “Why doesn’t (Y/N) like me back?”

Osamu hummed in mock thought, “Probably because you’re an idiot.”

“Hey! Not funny, jackass!” He threw one of his pillows down at his brother’s face, “I’m being serious.”

Osamu pulled the pillow off of his face, rolling his eyes at his brother’s antics. This had been a damn near nightly routine for a year now, “I don’t know, have you asked her.”

Atsumu’s face scrunched up in thought. He never asked, but you did say you didn’t like overconfident men earlier that day. Now that he thought about it, that guy you were dating was pretty widely regarded as a sweet, humble guy. Essentially, the exact opposite of how people would describe him. “Whatever, she’ll like me some day,” Atsumu grumbled.

“Uhuh. Good luck with that, ‘Tsumu.” Osamu stood up so he could smack him with the pillow that was previously used to assault him.

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Okay, maybe Atsumu was right. Not that he would treat you better than your boyfriend, but that you were too good for him. He was sweet when the two of you first started dating, but now he was being an insanely huge asshole.

Anytime he saw Atsumu talking to you, even if you had a sour look on your face the entire time, he would blow up and insist that you were entertaining it. He made you start sharing your location with him, and if he saw you went somewhere and didn’t tell him, it was an immediate phone call. He even demanded that you text him during practices, which made your life so much harder because you were supposed to be doing so many other things than texting your boyfriend. 

Not just Atsumu, but the entire team had noticed. Kita had pulled you aside after practice to ask you about it and you cried while venting to him. Coach had even yelled at you and told you to resign as manager if you were going to neglect your duties in favor of being on your phone. Overall, the situation was not good for anyone involved. A certain blonde was dead set on making your already shitty life into your own personal hell though.

Atsumu would glare at and basically shoulder check your boyfriend anytime the two of you were walking together, which happened frequently since your boyfriend insisted that he walk with you places since he couldn’t trust you to be alone. He would also make a point of asking pointless questions that he already knew the answer to everyday after practice while you waited for your boyfriend to walk you home.

It was all getting to be too, too much. Your grades were slipping because you couldn’t spend as much time studying due to your boyfriend wanting to see you, your friends didn’t want to hang out with you as much anymore because you would always, inevitably, get a phone call from him that would end in you crying and going home early, everyone in your club looked at you with pity due to your changed behavior that they all knew the cause of. 

All of the stress was piling up, and Atsumu leaning on the wall next to you to ask what time you all had to be on the bus tomorrow was your breaking point. “Do you think you’re fucking helping?” you snapped.

The blonde was taken aback. Sure, you had been stern with him in the past, you’ve even yelled at him before, but this was different. There was pure venom in your words, like you were a rattlesnake and Atsumu had been the one unfortunate enough to not hear the shaking of your tail. He gaped at you, “I just--”

You glared at him, mean, “Whatever you think you’re doing, you’re not. You’re making it all so much worse.” 

You felt boiling hot tears well up in your eyes when you felt a hand grip your arm and your heart sank, “(Y/N), I thought I told you not to talk to this guy anymore.”

You turned towards him, “I-I wasn’t trying to talk to him, he came up to me--”

“You don’t get t’ tell her who she can talk to,” Atsumu said in a voice you’ve only heard a few times, reserved only for disrespectful people on the court.

Your boyfriend scoffed and pulled your arm, “Babe, we’re leaving.”

As you were about to pitifully say okay, you felt another hand on your other arm, a much bigger and stronger hand, “Nah, you’re not tellin’ her what t’ do anymore.”

Your boyfriend let go of your arm, instead grabbing the collar of Atsumu’s maroon jacket, and smirked up at him smugly, “You have been harassing her for as long as the two of us have been together. She’s not interested in you, and never will be.”

Atsumu also let go of your arm, cocking an eyebrow at your boyfriend. You looked between the two of them like you were a rabbit watching two foxes fight over who was going to eat you, “Guys, you don’t need to fight.”

The blonde looked towards you, “(Y/N), go grab ‘Samu before I kill this fuckin’ guy.” You had turned to run back towards the club room before you saw the first punch make contact.

Everyone in the club room jumped when you threw the metal door open, causing it to hit the wall with a bang. Your voice wavered as you said, “O-Osamu… Atsumu is fighting.”

Osamu groaned, “Seriously?” before he got up to go with you to the front of the gym.

When the two of you arrived back at the scene, Atsumu was sitting on top of your boyfriend, fist reared back to hit him again. Osamu grabbed him from under the armpits before he could get that last hit in. Atsumu had a couple of scuffs on his cheek, but your boyfriend was much worse for wear. He was donning a bloody nose and a busted lip, handmade by Atsumu Miya.

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Safe to say, your boyfriend dumped you. Atsumu and Osamu had walked you home that night and as soon as you had gotten into your room and set down your bag, your phone was ringing. 

Your boyfriend screamed at you for what felt like hours, about how terrible you were to him, how you entertained Atsumu’s flirting, and how he regretted even trying to date you because he knew, deep down, that you were just some bitch whore for the boy’s volleyball team.

He said “We’re done,” and hung up the phone, leaving you to feel like you had just been shot in the chest. You crawled into your bed without washing your face, brushing your teeth, or even changing, and cried yourself to sleep.

When you woke up in the morning, you felt the effects of it. Your teeth felt rough and grimy from plaque, your skin was greasy, your eyes were crusty from slept in mascara, and your clothes were wrinkly, sticking to your skin from sweat. The whole time you were getting ready, trying to look put together, you would have to take breaks to sob. Eventually you decided to not bother with your hair, or your makeup. You changed into your spare uniform and made your way to school.

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School was a total and complete nightmare. You heard whispers about you as you walked to your classroom. People were saying cruel things about you, that you were too ugly to be with a guy as sweet as your ex, that you were a whore for cheating on him with Atsumu, or that you had been the one that was controlling the whole time. You wanted so badly to defend your name and tell everyone that none of that was true, but you knew it would just sound like excuses at this point. Your friends tried their best to defend you, and you appreciated it, but the damage had already been done to your heart. You knew everyone would forget about this in a week, so you just had to soldier through until everyone moved on to the next hottest piece of gossip.

During lunch, you silently sat and ate your lunch alone, until you heard the thud of someone sitting in the chair in front of you, “Hey, Doll.”

You kept staring down at your food and sighed, “Please, leave me alone, Atsumu.”

He laughed, “Why? You finally got rid of that bum. We should be celebratin’.”

You felt your blood boil at that. Sure, you were rid of your terrible, controlling ex-boyfriend, but you were still upset. Your ex said terrible things to you on the phone and now people not only in your class, but other classes were echoing the same things. You even heard a couple of girls say that they were going to beat you up after school to your ex, which he didn’t even discourage. You glared up at him, “Do you think you’re some fucking knight in shining armor? Saving me from my big bad boyfriend?”

He huffed, “No, but he was a sack of shit and I told you that from the beginnin’.” 

Tears started brimming in your eyes, “Can you please just leave me alone?”

Atsumu felt an ache in his chest. When he beat up your boyfriend, he didn’t mean it to reflect so badly on you. He had been mean mugging anyone he heard say anything bad about you all day. He hated seeing you so stressed out by your boyfriend, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up from the chair, staring down at the top of your head, “Even if you don’t wanna talk to me, Doll, the whole team is ‘ere for ya.” 

You said nothing in response.

Atsumu cursed to himself as he heard you begin to sob as he was walking out of the door. How would you ever like him when he’d hurt you like this?

𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 ◦ @kuroowo for the atsumu header

[httpvomitello]

Could I ask for a George Weasley x reader where she's Sirius daughter and after he escapes some people think that she's helping him so George stands up for her and then they pull pranks together on those that were mean to her?

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Loyalty *⁠.⁠✧

george weasley x f!reader

Summary: Being Sirius Black’s daughter came with its fair share of problems—especially after his escape from Azkaban. But when rumors spread that you were helping him, George Weasley is the first to stand up for you. And after that, well… revenge is best served with a prank or two.

You were used to the whispers.

Being Sirius Black’s daughter had always made you stand out at Hogwarts, even before he’d broken out of Azkaban. You’d learned to deal with the odd glances, the hushed voices when people thought you couldn’t hear them.

But after that night, when news spread that he had escaped, the whispers became something else. Something uglier.

"She’s probably in contact with him."

"Like father, like daughter."

"What if she’s a Death Eater too?"

The rumors spread fast, and soon, it wasn’t just whispers anymore. Students avoided you in the hallways. Some sneered openly. A few Slytherins even made a habit of bumping into you on purpose, as if daring you to fight back.

It stung. More than you wanted to admit.

But nothing compared to what happened in the Great Hall.

You had just sat down at the Gryffindor table, minding your own business, when a loud voice rang out.

"So, Y/N, when’s your dear old dad coming to break you out of here?"

Laughter erupted from a group of Slytherins, led by none other than Adrian Pucey. He smirked, leaning back in his seat as if he’d just said the funniest thing in the world.

Your hands clenched into fists, your face burning with anger. You knew engaging with them would only make things worse, but before you could even open your mouth, another voice cut in.

A familiar, furious voice.

"Oi, Pucey!"

George Weasley.

He stood up from his seat beside you, his expression dark with something you rarely saw on him—pure rage.

"Didn’t know you were so obsessed with Y/N’s family," George said loudly, his tone mockingly casual. "Bit weird, don’t you think? Maybe you should get a hobby."

A few Gryffindors snickered, and Pucey scowled. "I’m just saying—"

"Yeah, yeah, we heard you," George cut him off, waving a hand dismissively. "And honestly? It was boring. Next time, at least try to be original."

Fred, never one to miss an opportunity, added, "Or, better yet, just don’t talk at all. Would do wonders for our ears."

The Gryffindor table erupted in laughter, and Pucey’s face turned red. With a glare, he muttered something under his breath and turned away.

George sat back down beside you, nudging your shoulder gently. "Don’t let idiots like him get to you, love. They’re not worth it."

You blinked at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Thanks, George."

He grinned. "Anytime."

And that was when you realized—if people wanted to make your life difficult, you had a Weasley twin on your side.

Which meant payback was in order.

"Alright, Y/N, what’s the plan?"

George sat cross-legged on the floor of the Gryffindor common room, eyes alight with mischief as he leaned in closer. Fred was beside him, equally eager.

You smirked. "Pucey and his little gang have been making my life miserable. I say we return the favor."

Fred grinned. "Now you’re speaking my language."

George nudged your knee playfully. "See, this is why I like you."

You felt heat rise to your cheeks but quickly focused back on the task at hand. "Alright, so here’s what I was thinking…"

The plan was simple—but effective.

Step one: Enchant Pucey’s robes so that every time he tried to insult you, his voice would turn into a high-pitched squeak.

Step two: Slip a potion into his pumpkin juice that would turn his hair bright pink for a week.

Step three: Charm his shoes so that they squeaked loudly with every step he took.

Step four? Sit back and enjoy.

The next morning, it all unfolded perfectly.

Pucey marched into the Great Hall, already scowling, but the moment he opened his mouth—

"I bet Y/N’s—"

"SQUEAK!"

His eyes widened in horror. He tried again, only for another ridiculous squeak to escape. Laughter erupted around the hall, and he clamped his mouth shut, face burning.

Then, as he sat down, he took a sip of his juice. Within seconds, his hair exploded into a bright, fluorescent pink.

"Oi, Pucey!" George called, grinning. "Love the new look!"

Fred nodded sagely. "Really brings out your eyes."

Pucey shot up, ready to storm out—only for his shoes to betray him.

SQUEAK. SQUEAK. SQUEAK.

You, George, and Fred were practically *crying* with laughter as Pucey bolted out of the hall, pink-haired and humiliated.

"That," George gasped between laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulder, "was brilliant."

You beamed up at him. "You know, we make a pretty good team."

George smirked. "Oh, love, we’re just getting started."

And just like that, your life became a whirlwind of pranks, laughter, and George Weasley’s unwavering loyalty.

And maybe—just maybe—something more.

[flamingspud]

It won’t let me edit this post for some reason so here’s the fic under the cut

"That's it! I'm going to live with dad!" Bdubs snapped.

"Oh really?" Cleo asked, fed up with the attitude.

"Yeah!”

"I'm not driving you there."

"I'll walk!"

"It's twenty minutes by car, Bdubs."

"Ok!"

Cleo watched as her youngest son packed a backpack with essentials: pjs, toothbrush, spare clothes and snacks. She then watched as he marched out the front door.

"Dinner's at six!" They informed him.

"Don't bother setting a plate out for me!" He shouted back as he walked down the road, and round the corner. 

Cleo watched him leave, before turning around and walking back inside, closing the front door behind her.

"Aren't you going to stop him...?" Scar asked, concerned that his mother had just let Bdubs leave.

Cleo waved him off. "Nah, you did the same thing when you were twelve, he'll get bored and be back in twenty minutes."

Fifteen year old Scar nodded. He remembered the incident well, he'd claimed that they 'didn't understand him' and decided to run away to Canada. It didn't take him long to realise that he didn't know how to get there, and that he had nowhere to stay once he got there. So he turned back.

So the two went about their business, ignoring Bdubs' absence. 

About forty minutes later, Scar approached Cleo again. "Um, mom...?"

"Yeah?"

"Bdubs isn't back yet," he informed them.

Cleo looked at the clock and cursed to herself. He should've been back by now. She picked up her phone and tried to call her son. Cleo and Scar heard ringing in the other room. 

Scar ran to check, and returned with his thirteen year old brother's phone in his hand.

"Oh for goodness sake-" Cleo muttered, before begrudgingly dialing her ex-husband's number. It rang for a bit before he finally answered.

"Hello?" 

"Etho, is Bdubs there with you?"

Etho was quiet for a moment. “No...?"

He sounded guilty, but Cleo knew the difference between Etho's 'guilty because he's harbouring their runaway son' voice and his 'guilty because he might've forgotten to pick up said son from something' voice, and this, unfortunately, was the latter.

She sighed. "Well can you keep an eye out for him? He said he was going to your house and he hasn't come back yet."

"Wait you lost him???"

"If you see him, call me immediately." Cleo hung up. "Right, get in the car, we're going out to find Bdubs ourselves." 

As the two got into the car, Cleo called Jimmy.

"Hey Cleo, what's up?"

"Have you seen Bdubs today?"

"No, why?" 

Cleo sighed. "He said he was running away to Etho's house and he hasn't come back yet."

"Uh oh,"

"Yeah, can you keep an eye out for him?"

"Of course...!"

~~~

Two hours later, there was still no sign of Bdubs. Well, unless you counted the kid Etho thought was Bdubs, only to find out he wasn't after chasing him into the park. 

Cleo anxiously tapped the steering wheel. As far as she knew, he could be anywhere by now, lost without a way to contact for help.

"It's not your fault," Scar told her in an attempt to calm her down.

Cleo laughed, but not because anything was funny. This situation was the opposite of funny. 

"I'm serious, mom! You thought he was going to come back! How were you to know this time would be different?"

Cleo shook her head. "I let you go without any experiences."

Scar didn't have an answer for that. "Well- I'm sure he's fine! I mean, the odds of him being dead in a ditch somewhere are extremely low and-"

Cleo clutched the steering wheel tighter than they already were. "Scar, don't say things like that."

"Sorry..."

They drove in silence for a few more minutes.

"Bdubs will be fine, he's crafty," Scar assured his mom.

Cleo just focused on the road ahead of her, and Scar decided to do the same.

~~~

"You still haven't found him?" Skizz asked, his phone propped between his ear and his shoulder as he fumbled for his keys. 

"Yeah, I'll head out now, just need to drop a few things off in the apartment first," he told Etho as he swung the front door open.

"Uh huh. Of course." Skizz walked into the apartment, deciding to leave his bag in his room. But when he reached the threshold between the hall and the kitchen, he froze.

Sitting at the kitchen table, was Bdubs, as if everyone weren't losing their minds looking for him, eating a pop-tart. Skizz didn't even know they had pop-tarts. 

Bdubs noticed Skizz staring and gave him a small wave before going back to playing with one of those paper fortune-tellers that he’d probably made earlier.

"Skizz? You there?" Etho asked, still on the line with him.

Skizz snapped out of his daze. "Yes- Etho he's here!"

Bdubs looked back up at Skizz, mild curiosity on his features as Skizz hung up the phone with Etho. "Is dad going to be back soon?" 

Skizz was incredulous at how calm Bdubs was, considering how frantic his roommate was on the phone. "Dude, everyone's going crazy looking for you, you know," he told him, approaching the end of the table.

Bdubs cocked his head to the side. "Really? Why?"

Skizz raised his eyebrows. "Because no-one knew where you were."

Bdubs furrowed his eyebrows. "But I told mom that I was coming here," he explained.

Skizz couldn't help but grin at that. He liked this kid. "Hey, where'd you get that pop-tart from?" He asked, changing the subject.

Bdubs took a box of them from his bag and pushed it across the table towards Skizz. "Here," he offered.

Skizz took one and put it in the toaster. "Thanks."

~~~

"Bdubs!"

It took seconds for Cleo to wrap Bdubs in their arms once entering the apartment.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" She demanded, grabbing his shoulders and holding him at arms length.

“I did tell you I was going to dad’s,” Bdubs retorted.

“He’s got you there, Cleo,” Etho remarked.

Cleo glared at him. “Stay out of this.”

Etho raised his arms in mock surrender, and Cleo turned back to their son.

“We’re going home.”

“But-”

“Now.”

Bdubs pouted. “So unfair…” he muttered. 

“I don’t care…!” His mom responded.

Etho ruffled his hair on his way out. “Don’t worry kid, you can come visit another day.”

“Yeah…”

In conclusion, they were all back in time for dinner.

Summary:

“That’s it! I’m going to live with dad!” Bdubs snapped.

“Oh really?” Cleo asked, fed up with the attitude.

“Yeah!”

"I’m not driving you there.”

“I’ll walk!”

“It’s twenty minutes by car, Bdubs.”

“Ok!”

~~~

Cleo underestimates her son’s stubbornness after getting into an argument.

T’is yet another Clocker Family Oneshot ^-^