#that's cool tho. no problem. not thinking about that just thinking about how nice it would be to give this old thing a shine

[alvarutomaroto]

This is my Red dead Redemption OC, Bonnie Ringo, I'll talk very briefly about her because I've not fully thought about her story yet.

Bonnie's a very low temperament woman, she has a really hard time trusting people but when she trusts someone she's very loyal to them. She joined the Van Der Linde gang along with Micah Bell, her friend (it's very funny how she has trust issues and her most trusted person is Micah), they've known each other for years but I'm now sure how they meet each other I just know it would be interesting if they were childhood friends. Bonnie trusts the gang even tho she doesn't show it, she likes to stay isolated or with Micah the majority of times and she does not like to be perturbed (fun fact: if Arthur tries to tease her or stay by her side by a long time in the camp she might actually punch him instead of walking away, but she'll won't do everytime it really depends on how Arthur treats her).

She's a quite useful person in the gang because she's very good with fixing guns and sharpening knives, actually she does homemade knives herself who are pretty decent, Arthur could actually get those knives but he needs to gain more of her trust through the gameplay (it would be cool if there was some secondary missions with her and other gang members that would help Arthur get that) because Arthur isn't really the person she trusts the much, she trusts him the less in the gang because him and Micah don't have a really good relationship. She also likes helping Pearson in the kitchen.

Woke alert/j, Bonnie's a transwoman, the gang acknowledges that but they don't really care because they have more things to do than debate about that, they (mainly Bill) teases her sometimes but that's typical from people in that time, the big problem is that she often feels excluded from the girl's gang group even tho they don't exclude her, actually the girls often invite her to do things with them she just feels that she doesn't fit in, Bonnie often spends whole minutes looking at their dresses because she always wanted to have one but she never had the opportunity to It, she's really amazed by fashion and Arthur can hear her talking to Micah about fashion in the camp sometimes.

About the dress part, I thought it would be very nice that Arthur would be able to buy a dress for her anytime in the gameplay, after he gives it to her she would soften her mood with him a bit for the entire gameplay and she would give him one of her best knives as a "thank you", she can be seen wearing the dress at the camp when she's next to the girls.

About the Epilogue, I don't think she would appear directly in it since it's very short, she wouldn't even appear in Micah's new gang, but it would be interesting that after Arthur's death and the gang's completely downfall Micah tries to invite her to his gang, but she was so nervous and so stressed about everything that happened that she decided to give it some time, obviously Micah didn't like that one bit and he started spreading the rumor of her being trans to the entire state, that leads to her having to forcibly start using her dead name and acting like she was a cis man. (She didn't stop being trans, but she was forced to start to act like her cis gender because she was scared to be killed by some crazy motherfucker.), but she still keeps the dress that Arthur gave her.

I think she would be so devastated by it that she would end her own life before rdr1 so she won't have any appearances there but I still have to think about it.

Her horse is an Appaloosa called Micah (yes she named it after him.)

I wanted to make a rdr2 AU just to change or add things freely to give her more shine in the game's main story, I'll try to often say more things about her, I'll have to remember more things about the rdr2 lore just for me to verify myself that everything makes sense.

Excuse me for grammar errors because I didn't double read it all.

[du-hjarta-skulblaka]

Ugh right fine I'm doing a food log until I can fix whatever funk I'm in and it's uhh...not great lmao

[inmaki]

number one sorcerer (and virgin) .

synopsis: req! in which your boyfriend — notorious for boasting about how good he is in bed — turns out to be all bark and no bite (until you give him some guidance, at least).

pairing: virgin!switch!gojo x f!reader

wc: est. 6k?

incl: unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of dirty talk, a bit of teaching gojo, petnames, manhandling, size kink, clit play, praise kink, edging (himself), teasing, mocking, fingering, oral (f + slight m), cum swallowing

a/n: ty for awakening smtn in me anon it was nice to be writing a full fic again!! hope im not too rusty,, this is straight up filth tho so mdni

back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasn’t just good at sex.

no, according to himself, he was some kind of sex god — to match his power level in sorcery, of course.

and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with angelic white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.

satoru believes that he’s done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.

the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.

since the day you’d gotten together — going multiple months strong — satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldn’t blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasn’t initiated anything; y’know, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.

little did you know your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.

“bro, it’d be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!” flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend — the only other person to know of his dark secret — snickers against the cushions nearby.

“everything’d be fine if you didn’t pretend to be some incubus that makes girls cum with a snap of his finger,” geto quips unhelpfully.

satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how he’s resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. “that would be pretty cool..” when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. “how’m i even gonna tell her? what if she doesn’t trust me anymore?”

at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “you know y/n isn’t like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow,” he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.

“you find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. she’ll be begging for you in no time.”

as usual, geto knows him too well, because those last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. “ya think so?”

“hell yeah, man.” the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a confident gleam in both of their eyes.

only a couple days later, satoru discovers that going with the flow isn’t as easy as suguru advised. with your plush lips sucking his bottom one through occasional moans, along with a delicate pair of nails scratching perfectly at his undercut, he already felt himself getting breathless and aroused like a teenager.

perhaps you’ve put him under a spell; how is it that he lasts through prolonged battles while barely breaking a sweat, but having your cute hand move to rub up on his abs and pecs send his nerves into overdrive? it wasn’t like making out wasn’t uncommon for the two of you, this time it just felt so passionate with the way your hips moved to straddle his, tongue practically begging for entrance while the movie on screen was left long forgotten.

gojo can’t help but groan as your muscle explores his mouth, core ever so smoothly grinding on his bulge and igniting heat through his entire body. even as you pull away to take a breath, his grip on your waist remains stable as if you’d disappear at any moment— growing even tighter with the way you bore into his eyes hungrily. “satoru..”

your unusually seductive voice makes him audibly gulp. “y— yeah?” he whispers, glancing to the hand thats now moving down over his grey sweats. shit, this was too much, was he dreaming? he should do something, pinch himself before—

“touch me, please?” as you voice your request, you squeeze his dick so nicely that satoru swears he nearly explodes in his boxers.

he swallows, words getting lost in his throat. “i— i uh...”

for the first time in history, satoru has been rendered speechless, and you visibly panic at this realization. yet when you try to carefully maneuver off his lap and give him space, the clutch on your waist intensifies. “what— are you okay? what’s wrong?” you murmur, brows creasing with concern.

though you never brought it up, satoru’s worry about your confusion was correct; you’d been expecting him to jump your bones a week into your relationship, but seeing how he never forced anything and remained respectful was cute.. at first. after a month of rejection and being pushed away whenever things got too heated, insecurities were bound to start brewing inside you.

he better have a damn good explanation.

“i’m fine,” he reassures, “it’s just— i should probably tell you something..” refusing to meet your eyes, the sorcerer resorts to drawing shapes against the skin under your t-shirt. in other situations, this would feel soothing, relaxing even — but currently, his lacking and lingering touch made you want to rip the hairs off your head.

all you wanted was to finally get a taste of your steaming hot boyfriend. what could he possibly need to say right now? you ponder, hasn’t he been dying to finally show off how amazing he is in bed?

“yes..?”

“it’s actually a funny story, ahaha..” he stalls, chuckling nervously as you turn his jaw to make eye contact. a feeling of impatience and neediness pulls through you, but you contain yourself with a deep breath.

“spit it out, satoru.”

there was no going back now, right? “so.. i’ve uh— i’ve never actually done this before.”

you blink.

“you’re a virgin?”

it was difficult to believe your own words; it sounded wrong no matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around it. satoru being inexperienced? the satoru with a rock hard 6 pack? the satoru with biceps that bulge out of his shirts and a face sharp enough to be sculpted by aphrodite herself? your satoru?

it sounded ridiculous, but the ugly pout rising across his lips tells you that it wasn’t a prank after all. “hey, don’t call me that, now it sounds way worse!”

a sigh escapes your lips, arms folded across your chest. “so all those never have i ever games and stories you told about one night stands were— mph!" before you know it, a large hand is covering your mouth.

“listen, how about we talk about this after having some fun?” a surprisingly determined gleam shines in your boyfriend’s icy blue eyes, making your thighs clench together in excitement.

who were you to say no to that?

—

next thing you know, pillows support your back as a shirtless satoru lies directly in front of your clothed crotch, hot breath making you wiggle around impatiently.

“jus— just take it off me, toru. so damn slow—“

“baby,” he scolds, looking genuinely upset, “this is my first time seeing a pussy in real life and you’re ruining it with your lack of patience.”

you can only roll your eyes and groan, head flopping back against the cushions in boredom. there was no way to predict how satoru’s first time would go, but you never expected it’d be this agonizing on your end — nor that he’d be so bossy.

though luckily, after another deep breath, your panties are gently tugged down your legs, and satoru can only inhale as he watches your poor hole clench around nothing. it only made sense that after all that dry humping and making out that your neediness increased, and it didn’t help that you could clearly see the way satoru was not only rock hard, but much bigger than average through his grey sweats.

“ooh.. oh shit..” like the invasive pervert he is, satoru moves even closer to the point where your thighs rest on his muscular shoulders before taking two fingers to spread your lips apart. this way, he has a clear view of the place that needs him most, and it makes a furious blush blossom on your cheeks.

“s— satoru.. what are you doing?” now you felt like the virgin, desperately attempting to shut your legs with no avail. damn this big idiot and his strength.

suddenly, his piercing eyes snap up to you, a feral look in his gaze. “shit, how’m i gonna fit in this little hole?”

you can’t deny the way his dirty words does something to you — not that you’d ever admit it. “that’s why you gotta prep me, toru. y’know..” you gulp, “fingering, or like.. eating me out.”

in response, you get a cheshire grin. “sounds fun. show me how you do it, sweets.”

“w-what?”

satoru leans back, attemping to hold in a mischievous smile. “how else am i gonna learn?”

even masturbating alone makes you flush in slight embarassment, so doing it in front of someone else — your cheeky, shamleess boyfriend no less — had you drowning in nerves. the bigger problem was that his words held a strong point; you’re supposed to be teaching him for his first time and ensuring it’s as enjoyable as possible.

these reminders make you mumble out a gentle fine, breath stuttering as you spread your legs further for the man in front of you.

satoru is now resting his weight on the palms of his hands, looking laid back and relaxed, but evidently still focused at the way your fingers move to unclasp your bra with skill. “damn..” as your tits are freed, he finds himself needing to adjust his sweatpants and nearly letting out a pathetic noise you would definitely tease him for.

you gulp, trying to ignore his blatant gawking. “it’s good to.. y’know, tease a bit before getting straight to it. makes it feel better — for me, at least,” you explain while massaging your chest, hiding surprise at the way he sternly nods in understanding.

now that you think about it, something tells you this is the most focused satoru has ever been in a learning environment.

after a bit more pinching and fondling, your hands slide down to your stomach and thighs, trying to get your breathing to relax. having gojo watch you do something so private was.. surreal, but you know for a fact you’ve never been this wet before, if that meant anything.

once you finally move down to your most intimate part, satoru takes a deep breath. he watches as you use your fingers to reveal a small bundle of nerves, pulsing and desperate for attention. “this is the clit, toru. s’very important.”

his eyes light up. “oh, i know that one!” he announces proudly, “i remember suguru saying i have to.. uh, worship it or something.”

you snicker at the thought of geto giving out sex pointers. “mhm, sometimes penetration isn’t enough, so you need to give it attention or i can’t really finish.”

gently, you start massaging the bud in circles, humming at the feeling of finally getting some type of relief. you move down to your hole to collect some of your wetness before bringing it back up, letting out a moan in satisfaction.

the way satoru licks his lips as you finally plunge a finger into your wetness has you shivering, but you remind yourself that for now, this was simply a demonstration and that you’d get a taste of him later.

after adding another, you attempt to reach your sweet spot by curling upwards, but it seems that even your hopelessly inexperienced boyfriend could tell that it was getting nowhere.

“aw,” he pouts teasingly, “lil’ fingers can’t reach anything, huh?”

“shut— shut up, satoru.”

before you know it, he’s moved onto his stomach again, face to face with your pussy and gripping your now soaked fingers. “you use these pathetic things when y’masturbate, huh? imagining my dick while having such tiny fingers up your cunt? kinda offended, babe..”

you feel your tummy flip, where did he learn to talk like that?

“do you have to be so vulg—“ you’re cut off by a choking gasp as a warm, wet muscle licks a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit.

“thanks for the lesson. ‘think i got it from here,” is all satoru says before he’s diving in, slurping up as much of your essence as possible before latching his plush lips right onto your poor little clit.

you can’t help but wiggle around at the jump in stimulation, but that only lasts about five seconds before a muscular arm presses you firmly against the mattress, rendering you trapped and unable to escape to his ministrations.

“hey, slow down!” your words are coincidentally yelped out right as he wiggles a much bigger finger into you. it explores your insides eagerly, caressing and feeling up what satoru believes will be his new favourite place.

“wow..” sluuurp, “so warm n’ soft in here..” he happily mumbles against your pussy. the vibrations of his now deeper voice shoot through you like electricity, eliciting another choked whine from your throat.

it felt like he was just toying with you; looking way too content drinking up everything you offered, fluid rushing down his chin and nose pushed firmly against your pelvis to inhale your scent.

suddenly, he’s jabbing his fingertip right into that pocket of sunshine that makes your eyes roll back, a loud whimper leaving your throat before you could stop it. “satoru, right there!” he swiftly seperates from your clit just to mumble out a here? in confirmation, prodding your sweet spot over and over in record breaking speed.

when you nod, he grins smugly, now adding another finger to stretch you further. “mmmph, this is pretty fun. could lie here all night.”

luckily, you barely process his words, much too busy enjoying the best finger-fuck of your life — and this was only his first time, you remember, what will the bastard do to you once he’s got some practice in?

a shaking hand tumbles into his snowy locks, attempting to pull him back weakly. “wait, m’gonna cum, toru—“

gojo growls almost animalistically, tugging your hand back onto the sheets. “then fuckin’ do it,” he demands. “c’mon, i’ve earned it, right?” then, he sucks even harder, fingers slamming and curling and making the loudest squelch you’ve ever heard.

“see?” he continues, “lil’ cunt wants to cum so bad for me. knows who 'er owner is already.” his filthy words definitely take part in the way your orgasm hits like a train, body shaking and toes curling as you let the feeling of bliss take over you. you flinch at how swiftly his tongue licks up everything you give him, the fingers in his hair tugging harder in overstimulation.

“toruuuuu..”

he simpers, tasting his cum-covered lips. “yeeees?”

“this— this is your first time, i should be making you feel good.”

slowly but surely, your eyes reopen, meeting your boyfriend’s relaxed gaze as he rubs your thigh affectionately. “dunno what you’re talking about, i felt pretty good just now.” when you only pout further, he snickers, pushing some of his bangs back smoothly. “c’mon, there’s lots of time for you to get me off later. m’ too excited for the main event..”

at last, he reaches for his sweatpants, more than excited to tug them down and finally give his aching cock some freedom. satoru doesn’t think he’s ever had a more painful boner in his life, but it was all worth seeing you release all over his tongue and fingers.

right as he finishes untying the knot, pale fingers drifting up to the waistband, you’re smacking him away to make room for your own hands. he watches with an open mouth as you pull his boxers down along with his pants, leaky, hard cock springing free and nearly hitting you in the face.

shit, of course his dick is perfect too. with a bit of white hair at the base, bulging veins adorned the entirety of his massive length, and the tip — shit, the tip was even bigger than the rest, mushroom shaped and angry red. his balls looked equally agitated and full — the epitome of breeder balls, and you gulped at the thought of him filling you up with everything they had.

now his question from earlier made sense, and he seems to be enjoying the realization on your face from his spot kneeling on the bed. “like what’cha see?” he coos, one big hand lowering to relieve the aching in his balls.

“toru, i don’t know if you’ll even fit. why— why do you have to be so big?” it’s annoying, you want to say — but the white-haired man has already laid back and manhandled you onto his chiseled stomach, a yelp escaping you at his suddenness.

he’s smiling so hard at your little dilemma that it’s almost sick, hands resting behind his head cockily. “tell me more while you ride me, baby.”

after processing that all you’ve been doing is feeding his size kink and inflating his already massive ego, you frown. “i’m serious, toru!”

“what!? i’m serious too!” the man defends with fake innocence, blue eyes shining in glee. “you’re the expert here, remember? ‘supposed to be teaching me how it’s done.”

all you do is grumble whilst moving down to sit between the sorcerer’s thighs, lightly prepping him with your fist and a dribble of spit from your mouth that has the white-haired male biting his lip. “fuck..” satoru can’t recall how many times he’s masturbated to the mental image of this exact moment, but now that it was finally happening, he promised himself to savor it as much as possible.

when you move to finally straddle him, hole hovering just above his length, he begins bucking his hips up desperately. “hurryyy…”

“are you in heat or something?” you snort, giving him a dirty glare as if you weren’t about to let him inside you.

“for you? yeah.” satoru offers you a cheesy wink and grin that dissipates the second your warmth encloses his aching tip. his hands slowly move up to grip your waist, jaw clenching in an attempt to not slam you down to his balls right then.

“ngh… fuuuck, baby,” he groans as you ever so carefully move down another inch. “jesus.. you’re sooo damn tight. dunno’ how you’re even taking me..”

you squeeze your eyes shut in attempt to bare the discomfort for him, a slight crease growing between your brows. “satoru, fuck— hurts..” he immediately reopens his eyes in worry, searching for a way to take your pain away.

yes, he could already tell that he enjoyed being meaner with you in bed — but it’s never fun if you don’t feel good as well. though he luckily recalls your lesson from earlier, moving a soft thumb down to massage your clit in tight circles.

when you jolt and nearly faceplant into his neck, he only grins proudly, now using one veiny hand to help push you further onto him. “theeere we go.. aw, feel better?”

“mhm, feels full..” you mumble back, looking down to see that you — unbelievably — still had a couple inches to go.

satoru feels like he’s about to burst on the other hand, thriving in pure ecstasy at the feeling of your walls massaging him just perfectly. he can’t help but thrust up and force his last inches inside you, an echoing smack! of skin against skin singing through the room and eliciting a startled yelp from your throat.

“toru!” despite your scolding, you can’t deny the perfection in which his tip kissed your g-spot effortlessly. his hands felt ever so soothing, comfortingly running up and down as you sat impaled on his cock, wiggling around to get comfortable and ruining him in the process.

just as you start to adjust, you feel yourself being lifted up. “m�� sorry sweets..” gojo suddenly voices, “i can’t..”

“huh? what do you m—ah!” you’re flipped onto your back before you know it, knees resting on the shoulders of your boyfriend who has a gleam in his pupils that you’ve quite frankly never seen before; he looked feral.

satoru carefully pulls out until only his tip is encased in your warmth, and everything is calm for a moment. you both take a deep breath, and he smiles down at your already fucked-out face with pride. “satoru—“

then he’s pushing back in with all the strength his massive hips can produce, and you think if it weren’t for his hands wrapped around your thighs, you would’ve got pushed off the bed entirely. you unintentionally let out the loudest sound of the night, and this sets him off.

now he was getting brutal, bullying your cunt with hit after hit against the spot that has drool dripping down your cheek and eyes crossing. you can’t even stop the pathetic noises and symphonies of right there! that leave your lips, no matter how hot your cheeks flush in embarrassment. it felt as though every time his dick jabbed back in he was right up in your tummy, veins pulsing and ensuring your pussy is molded to the perfect sleeve for him.

“toru, shit— nghh, faster, please! feels s’good!”

“nghh, toru, faster! ahaha..” he mocks you — of course he does, but picks up the pace nonetheless — now holding your lower body up so that your knees dangle higher over his shoulders and each stroke is angled exactly where you want him. “so cute when you’re gettin’ stuffed full, baby.”

he leers as you send him the harshest expression you can manage, reaching down for your clit and giggling as you start squirming in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. this bastard is having way too much fun, you realize, moans being forced out of you almost tauntingly.

tonight you discover that satoru’s way of fucking is rather animalistic, frantic, thrilling, and with the sole purpose of making you both feel as good as possible. if you want him to go slow or make love to you, you’d probably have to ask beforehand — or perhaps tie him up so you could have your fun in peace.

if your insides weren’t being rearranged, you’d grin at the thought of your boyfriend restrained and at your mercy. another night, you promise yourself.

“tightest pussy ever f’my first time baby.. haah.. can’t believe i’ve been missin’ out on this.” for once, something praising comes out of his big mouth, breathes getting cut short every time you involuntarily squeeze him harder. he swears there’s no better feeling then what you were giving him right now, not even singlehandedly resurrecting himself using the reversed curse technique.

and while no injuries have ever left a scar on gojo satoru, he decides that the claw marks you’re ruthlessly digging into his back will stay as long as his body allows — why should he hide how good he’s made you feel despite being a virgin an hour prior?

maybe if he’s in the mood to brag, he’ll show them to suguru later.

“feels good toru, fuckin’ me so good,” you feel the way his whole body reacts to your praises, a deep growl melting from his lips as the sounds of skin slapping increasingly grows in volume.

“babyyy,” he pants, legs being held higher while he digs deeper into your guts, “m’gonna cum.. need you to cum with me.“ the twitching of his length inside you gave away the fact that gojo has practically been on the edge ever since he pushed into you — and while he knows it’s completely normal to cum prematurely on your first time, when has he ever not gone above expectations?

in a split second you’re flipped onto your hands and knees, veiny hands pushing you into a deep arch while your boyfriend gives his body a moment to relax, pinching his base (a rather perverted method he’s learned by edging himself while masturbating) between his thumb and pointer.

when you needily wiggle your hips in an attempt to find his cock again, he grins boyishly. “lookin’ for this?” he sings the words right before plunging his entire length back into you, abusing your g-spot while a lanky finger impressively finds the bud between your legs right away (a skill that most ‘experienced’ men you’ve previously been with fail to achieve), circling and pinching in a frantic attempt to make your orgasms arrive in sync.

“fucking hell.." you whine, the new angle making his tip bump against spots that have never been rubbed before. “can feel you so deep..”

“oh yeah?” his bicep pulls you up so your head rests on his broad shoulder, now victim to the filth being whispered directly into your ear. “m’ i doing good? fuckin’ this lil’ pussy nice and deep like she needs?”

when you nod, he beams like a maniac, seemingly encouraged to pound you even harder as his hips pick up the pace. “damn, ‘think i’m already a pro at this, huh?”

for the sake of your sanity, you ignore his bragging. “toru, don’t stop. i’m— i’m gonna..”

“you’re gonnaaa?” he derides, kissing the corner of your lip sweetly. “tell me, baby.”

“gonna cum for you, please.” satoru almost decides to fill you up at those words, but his self control is just a bit stronger. he feels the way your cunt is pulsing, body practically shaking as you get closer and closer to release, and he’s determined to help you reach it.

his thrusts get a bit sloppier, and you’re too busy basking in your own pleasure to see the eye-candy that is gojo biting his swollen lips, sweat dripping down his temples all the way to his solid abs, snowy bangs a tad bit moist against his forehead. he looked like the definition of temptation; straight out of a wet dream with stamina that seemingly never declined.

“me too, baby. c’mon, cum on this dick. s’all yours to ruin.”

you moan as you allow yourself to let go, toes curling and nails digging into his toned forearms ecstatically. “thaaat’s it, good girl.. ahah.. such a good girl f’me.” he talks you through it as if he’s done so a million times, both of you looking down to watch your release coat his dick and the crumpled sheets below.

at his praise, you squeeze him just a bit tighter, making his lips curl up in interest. “my girl likes being praised, huh? yeah.. doing so good makin�� a mess on me..”

he pulls out, carefully lowering you to the mattress before tugging on his dick in hopes of reaching his own peak. satoru forces himself to open his eyes just enough to admire the view of you fucked out below him, body shaking slightly as you recover from the intense waves of your orgasm.

“y/n,” he abruptly whines, patting your shoulder with a subtle urgency in his voice.

“..mhmm?”

“where can i cum? quick baby— please, i’ve been holding this for way too long—“ this has your body moving, eyes popping open as you swiftly bend down so your mouth hovers directly in front of him.

you replace his fist with yours as soft lips move to suckle harsly on his leaking tip, and now it’s gojo who has his eyes rolling back; whimpers flying out of his throat every time your tongue massages the delicate underside, sending visible shocks through his body. “fuck!” he can only curse and run his fingers through your hair for support while you pump him dry. “just like that, good.. haah.. good fuckin’ girl, shiiit.”

you’ve never seen your boyfriend — the strongest — look so pathetic and desperate, but it only spurs you on further, enjoying the way he continues to blabber about how pretty you are and how he’s gonna fill your mouth like he would your pussy. in response, you greedily hum around him, licking through his slit as if you were pleading the little hole to give you what you deserved.

and only moments later, satoru’s words become reality; though he attempts to keep revelling in the feeling of your warm lips and hands, his body stills in place instinctively, one last warning tumbling out of his throat as your mouth is flooded with rope after rope of bitterly sweet fluid.

it seems like your accusations about his breeder balls were correct, because once it starts it seemingly never ends; cum now overflowing from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow frequently enough to not choke on how much he deposits.

meanwhile, gojo feels like he is quite literally ascending, everything becoming unimportant next to you and the feeling of pleasure being forced through him like an overwhelming earthquake, pulse after pulse as you suck him for all he’s worth.

“thas’ right.. take every damn drop, baby.” when satoru looks down and earns a glimpse of the white fluid trickling down your chin, his dick twitches in your mouth. “god, you’re so sexy..”

once he was done, you both flop onto the bed in exhaustion, and while the vulnerable moment has utmost potential to become something cute and memorable, a certain blue-eyed bastard decides to open his mouth once again.

“what’re you huffin’ and puffin’ for?” he sasses, shamelessly eyeing the way your tits rose and fell with every breath you took. “all you did was lie there while i had a full body workout!”

you take a very deep breath. “i just let you put your dick inside me. shut the fuck up.”

at your reminder of what’d just occurred, he grins like an idiot. “you’re right, thank you.” they’re soft, but he ensures his words are as audible and genuine as he can make them.

satoru isn’t exactly the best with words, but he knows damn well that — despite all the bullshit he'd spouted at those parties — you’re the only person he wanted to have his first time with, and the fact that you allowed his wish to become reality is something he’ll forever be grateful for.

“i love you..” you soften. “even if you’re a pillow princess.” you stiffen again.

nothing could stay lovey-dovey with him for too long.

a fake cry is pulled from his lips as you rudely smack his shoulder. “i tried to ride you but you flipped me over after ten seconds!”

“it’s not my fault you're as slow as a fuckin' snail!”

somehow, you both make it to the washroom despite all the banter. just as you bend over in hopes of starting the shower up, a mean spank is delivered to your ass.

when you turn to meet the culprit, he only narrows his eyes at you playfully. “round two, m’lady?” it’s almost like his voice lowers on purpose, dirty words rumbling in his throat, knowing what it did to your body.

you do your best to send him a disappointed glance anyway. “day one of not being a virgin and you’re already the horniest man i know.”

after following you inside, his fluffy hair flattens from the steamy water before nudging you back, encasing you between him and the solid wall.

“i might be willing to overlook the fact that you know other horny men if you agree to some very loving, extremely intimate making out,” he requests with a smirk, sleek nose poking yours in a much gentler way than expected.

you still send him a distrusting raise of your brow. “only making out, huh?”

the dirty smirk he sends you is all you need to know, along with his hardened dick pressing against your thigh as he moves in to kiss you.

what have you gotten yourself into?

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[vamptizm]

hotel ii. — p. bueckers

pairing: paige bueckers x notre dame!reader (+ slight olivia miles x reader)

synopsis: after a win against uconn, you find yourself caught in a tug-of-war between your on and off ex and one of your biggest rivals, who you simply can’t stay away from no matter how hard you try.

warnings: angst. hints of guilt tripping and controlling behaviour. flashback. reader is a little stupid. no smut (yet)

word count: 4.6k

note: i actually hate this chapter ngl. it feels like such a filler, even tho it’s important to the backstory?? anyway next chapter will be sm better (and nastier) i promise.

The first thing you noticed when you stirred awake was warmth—solid, steady warmth that wasn't yours. The second was the slow, even rise and fall of a chest beneath your cheek, the rhythmic beat of a heart against your ear. For a moment, still tangled in the haze of sleep, it felt... nice. Safe.

Then it hit you.

Your eyes snapped open, breath catching as you took in the sight in front of you. Paige was still fast asleep, her arm slung loosely around your waist, her face relaxed in a way you rarely saw—unguarded, peaceful. Her blonde hair was a mess, strands falling across her forehead, and the faintest traces of last night's touches lingered on her lips, somehow still slightly swollen from kissing you senseless.

You swallowed hard, suddenly hyperaware of everything. The cool air against your bare skin where the sheets had slipped, the dull ache of muscles used in ways that had nothing to do with basketball, the way your body still felt Paige's hands on you like a ghost of last night.

You shouldn't have been here.

The thought sent a jolt through your limbs, panic curling around your ribs. This—whatever this was—wasn't supposed to feel like this. You were used to Paige in fleeting moments, stolen touches, short-lived memories, rushed hookups fueled by competition and adrenaline. Not... this. Not waking up wrapped in her arms like you belonged there.

Before you could think about it too much, you carefully slipped out from under her hold, freezing when she stirred slightly. But Paige didn't wake—just shifted onto her back with a sleepy sigh, lips parting slightly as she settled again.

Your chest tightened, but you shoved it down.

Grabbing your clothes, you dressed as quickly and quietly as possible, slipping on your sneakers and reaching for your phone. Your fingers hesitated on the door handle for half a second before you shook the thought away. No goodbyes. No second-guessing.

You slipped out, shutting the door softly behind you.

The hotel hallway was eerily quiet at this hour, but you kept your head down, walking with purpose despite the way your stomach churned. Every step felt heavier than it should, like guilt was trying to drag you back, but you didn't stop until you reached the parking lot.

Once you were inside your car, doors locked, you finally let out the groan that had been building in your throat, your head dropping against the steering wheel.

Your mind replayed it all—the way Paige had kissed you, slow and deep, like she had all the time in the world. The way she had whispered against your skin, teasing but sincere. The way she had looked at you afterward, something soft and open in her eyes that made you want to run.

And so you did.

With a deep breath, you started the engine and pulled out of the lot, the cold morning air doing little to cool the heat still simmering under your skin.

You didn't know if you regretted it. But you did know that facing Olivia was going to be a whole different problem.

You took another step into the room, your heart pounding in your chest like a ticking clock counting down to an inevitable explosion.

Olivia sat on the edge of your bed, her posture rigid, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles had turned white. She was staring straight at you, her dark eyes burning with something unreadable—something controlled, but barely.

The air between you felt thick, suffocating. Then, finally, she spoke. "Where you been?" Her voice was quiet, but sharp—like a knife wrapped in silk.

Your throat tightened. She already knew. There was no way she didn't. But she wanted to hear it from you. Wanted to watch you squirm under the weight of your own admission.

You inhaled slowly, forcing your shoulders to stay loose. "Out."

A sharp scoff left her lips, her head tilting slightly as she studied you. She looked almost amused, like she couldn't believe you had the audacity to play this game. "Out," she repeated, rolling the word on her tongue like it disgusted her.

Your stomach twisted.

She let the silence hang between you before standing, slow and deliberate, closing some of the distance. The tension in her frame was palpable—like a coil wound too tight, ready to snap.

"So, who were you 'out' with?" she asked, her voice deceptively even.

You swallowed. "Liv—"

"Nah, say it." Her brows knitted challengingly, her fingers flexing at her sides. "Say her name."

You held her stare, unwilling to look away, but you didn't answer.

The muscle in Olivia's jaw ticked, and suddenly, she was chuckling—low and bitter, the kind that wasn't really laughter at all.

"You know, I sat here and waited for you," she said, shaking her head. "Gave you the benefit of the doubt. Thought maybe—just maybe—you'd come back here and at least be honest with me." Her voice wavered slightly, just for a second, before she forced herself to steel it again. "But nah. You just walk in here with that look on your face—like you don't feel even a little bad about it."

Your brows furrowed, frustration creeping into your veins. "What exactly am I supposed to feel bad about?"

Olivia's nostrils flared. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I am," you shot back, voice rising. "We're not even together, Olivia."

Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to argue, but she hesitated. Then, as if snapping back into place, her expression hardened, her eyes scanning over you��taking in the mess of your hair, the faded smudges of Paige's touch along your neck. Her fingers curled into fists.

"I bet she loved that, huh?" she said, voice thick with something dangerous. "That you 'love it over there'?" She quoted.

You sucked in a sharp breath, something twisting painfully in your chest. "Don't do that."

"We can fix this."

You blinked. "What?"

"We can still work this out," she said, gaze flickering between your eyes like she was searching for something—anything—to hold on to. "I know we can."

Your stomach churned again. This was the moment you should feel relief, right? This was what you had wanted for so long—for Olivia to finally let down her walls, to finally stop running from you.

So why did it feel like something in you was pulling away instead?

"As long as you promise to never see her again."

Your breath caught in your throat. You weren't even sure you wanted to make things work with Olivia anymore. The constant back and forth, the push and pull—it exhausted you. But the thought of never seeing Paige again, never hearing her voice, never seeing the sparkle in her eyes, never feeling her touch—

It struck you like a blow to the chest.

And Olivia saw it.

She saw the flicker of hesitation in your eyes, the way your lips parted but no words came out. For the first time all night, she looked afraid.

Olivia stood still for a moment, her face a mask of mixed emotions—anger, hurt, and disbelief. You could see her struggling to reconcile what was happening, but she didn't say anything. She just watched you, the silence between you both thick, suffocating.

Then, without warning, she took a step toward you.

You didn't back away. Your feet felt like they were rooted to the floor as she came closer, and before you could think, her hands were gently cupping your face, her fingers warm against your skin, tracing the contours of your jaw. Her touch was careful, almost hesitant—as though she was afraid you might slip away if she wasn't careful enough.

Her gaze locked onto yours, and for the first time in what felt like forever, you couldn't look away. There was a vulnerability in her eyes you hadn't seen before, a desperate plea hidden behind the walls she'd built up.

"Please," she whispered, the word catching in her throat. "Don't walk away from me like this. We can fix it, baby, we can make it work—I swear. Just... don't do this."

You didn't respond right away, your heart pounding in your chest. There was a burning ache in your chest, and the way her hands trembled ever so slightly as she held your face only made it harder.

Slowly, Olivia leaned in, pressing soft kisses to your face—your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheek—her lips lingering in places that felt too intimate for everything that had happened. The closeness, the familiarity, felt like an anchor, pulling you back into the past, to all the moments when things had been simpler, when you hadn't known the weight of this choice.

She kissed you again, more desperately this time, her lips brushing over your mouth, a soft, lingering press that left you breathless.

But you couldn't do it. Not again.

You pulled back slightly, your hands coming up to gently push hers away, feeling a pang of sadness when she didn't resist. Olivia sighed, her eyes a little misty, but she didn't argue, didn't try to force you to stay. Instead, she stepped back, running a hand over her hair, frustration clear in the tightness of her jaw.

"I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice breaking just enough for you to hear it. "I don't want it to end like this."

For a moment, you just stood there, watching her, unsure what to say. The pain of the situation—the rawness of everything—was too much, too overwhelming. The world outside your apartment seemed to fade away, and in that small, quiet space, it felt like the last thread of something between you was finally unraveling.

"I'm sorry too, Liv," you said quietly, your voice barely a whisper. "But this shit isn't healthy and we both gotta let it go."

With a heavy, final breath, Olivia nodded, stepping back one last time. The door closed behind her softly, leaving you standing in the silence of your own thoughts, your chest aching in the emptiness she left behind.

And so you stood there in the quiet of your room, chest heavy and heart torn, wondering if you'd made the right choice. The weight of it all pressed down on you, the end of something that was never really meant to be, and yet still felt like a loss.

You sank down onto your bed, your body aching with the exhaustion of the emotional turmoil. But despite the emptiness in your chest, despite the tears you could feel threatening to spill, there was a sense of clarity.

Over the next few days, you couldn't stop thinking about her. Paige was everywhere. Every corner of your mind, every inch of your body seemed to ache with the memory of her. Her hair—so perfectly tousled, blonde strands framing her face just right. The way it smelled, like a mix of fresh shampoo and something more intoxicating, like the scent of the air just before it rains. You could still feel the warmth of her touch, the way her fingertips had tingled against your skin, the nails pressing into your back, sending electricity shooting through you.

Her eyes. Those damn baby blue eyes. No matter where you searched, you had never seen anything like them before—bright, curious, yet so dark and hungry. Every glance felt like she was peering into the very depths of you, knowing things about you you hadn't even realized yet. And the way her gaze softened one moment, only to turn intense the next. You could still feel the weight of it, even now, as if it was still following you around.

The image of her—the girl you'd walked out on more than once—was imprinted in your mind, and there was no way to escape it. She had been on your mind since you'd left her hotel room, and now it was starting to feel like you had made a terrible mistake all over again. Regret was seeping into your thoughts. The way you'd left, without a single word, no text, no call—it felt like a betrayal now. You had walked out on her, and now the guilt gnawed at you every waking moment. She hadn't reached out either. You figured that she simply didn't care much—after all, it was just a casual thing, right? But the more you thought about it, the more it felt like self-sabotage. Something you were a pro at.

Even in practice, it was all you could think about. Every shot you tried to make, every pass, every dribble felt off. Your mind was miles away, far from the court, lost in thoughts of her. Your teammates were noticing too, whispering to each other in hushed voices as they glanced your way. You tried to focus, to shake the thoughts of Paige out of your head, but it felt impossible.

Then, when you finally had a moment to yourself and picked up your phone, the universe seemed to taunt you. Your social media feeds were flooded with pictures and videos of her—Paige smiling at some event, making a joke on a court, laughing with her teammates, several sports channels posting about her. Your heart twisted each time you saw her face, the way she glowed on screen. A pang of jealousy hit you too. How could she be out there, living her life, so effortlessly happy, when all you could think about was her?

You found yourself scrolling through her pages again and again, watching her smile, seeing her live her life without you in it. It was like an ache you couldn't ignore like you had been doing for so long. How did you walk away from someone like her?

It made sense in your head and despite that, you couldn't stop wondering if she even cared about you at all—if she'd cared about any of it. That was the worst part—because now, all you could think about was how to fix it and you had no idea if it was even worth it.

It had been a week. A week of silence, of uncertainty, of trying to push past the thoughts that refused to leave your head. No matter how much you tried to focus on basketball, on your life outside of Paige, you just couldn't shake her.

She was everywhere, in everything. In the music playing through your headphones, in the scent of someone's perfume as they walked past you on campus, in the depth of your camera roll, in the way your phone screen felt too empty without her name lighting it up.

And now, finally, you were willing to do something about it.

You stared at your phone, fingers hesitating over the screen before finally tapping her name. You nibbled on your bottom lip, heart pounded in your chest as the call attempted to go through. But the line didn't even ring—it went straight to voicemail.

You frowned, confusion settling in as you opened her contact and tried again. Straight to voicemail.

A sinking feeling grew in your stomach as you switched to text.

You: can we talk?

The message never sent. Instead, a small red exclamation mark appeared next to it, accompanied by the gut-wrenching realization: Message Not Delivered.

Blocked.

You blinked at the screen with parted lips as if willing it to change, as if there had been some mistake. But no—Paige had cut you off completely.

A heavy weight settled in your chest, defeat washing over you like ice-cold water. For a moment, you sat there, gripping your phone tightly, fingers twitching as if you could somehow undo the damage that had already been done.

She was actually done with you this time.

The thought burned—made you wanna throw up and for a second, you considered giving up. Maybe this was what you deserved for walking out on her, for leaving without a single word. But the thing about you—when you wanted something, when you cared about something—you didn't just let it slip through your fingers.

So, you tried a different route.

It wasn't hard to figure out her schedule—after all, UConn's games were public, and you knew Paige well enough to remember or at least guess how her daily routine went. The real challenge was finding the right opportunity, the perfect timing that didn't interfere with your own demanding schedule.

And when you finally found the opening, you made your decision. You impulsively booked a flight to Storrs, Connecticut.

The moment the confirmation email hit your inbox, nerves slammed into you full force. The idea of showing up unannounced, of seeing Paige after all this time—after she had clearly chosen to cut you out—was enough to make your stomach twist.

Would she even listen to you? You didn't know. But after everything, the least she deserved was a face-to-face apology.

Before making the trip, you reached out to someone you knew you could trust. Someone who had been there since the very beginning.

You: Aubs, I kinda need your help.

The response was almost immediate.

AubDawg: With what?

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing out exactly what you needed to say.

You: I need to see Paige. Like I really need to talk to her.

Three dots appeared, then disappeared. Then appeared again.

AubDawg: You realize she's mad at you, right?

You swallowed hard. Of course you knew. You had felt the weight of it every single day.

You: I know. That's why I need to do it in person.

The pause this time was longer. A minute passed. Then another.

Then finally—

AubDawg: Fine. But I'm not promising anything.

The plan was simple.

You'd fly in, keep your presence quiet, and attend one of UConn's home games disguised—or at least, as discreet as possible. A hat, a hoodie, glasses, something to keep you hidden in the crowd. You just needed to see her, to get through to her somehow.

The anxiety built up as you boarded the flight, as you landed in Connecticut, as you made your way to the campus you were all too familiar with.

It felt surreal, being back here. Walking past familiar buildings, recognizing places where you had spent hours practicing, laughing, learning. Memories surfaced with every step, each one pressing into your chest like an old ache.

You tried not to focus on that.

Aubrey met you at the arena just before the game, her arms crossed as she gave you a look that was somewhere between exasperation and reluctant amusement.

"You're insane," she muttered.

You smirked, pulling the brim of your hat lower over your face. "Call it insanity, call it dedication. Same thing."

She sighed. "You sure about this?"

"Nope,” you admitted, popping your ‘p’, “But I guess there’s not much to lose if I don’t try.

Aubrey studied you for a moment before shaking her head. "C’mon. I got you a seat where you won't get caught."

Your stomach twisted as you followed her inside.

You weren't sure how this was going to go. You weren't sure if Paige would even give you the time of day.

The energy inside Gampel Pavilion was electric. The air buzzed with cheers, the pounding of basketballs against hardwood, the screech of sneakers cutting across the court. UConn was locked in a battle, but you weren't paying attention to the score.

Your eyes were locked on one person.

She was poetry in motion, every movement sharp and precise, every shot falling effortlessly. Even from your seat—hidden beneath the brim of your cap, swallowed in a hoodie pulled high around your face and through your glasses—you could see the fire in her eyes.

She played with a vengeance. And you had a sick feeling in your stomach that you were part of the reason why.

You watched as she drained a three-pointer, barely flinching as the crowd erupted. Watched the way her jaw clenched, the way her muscles tensed with an unspoken frustration.

She was mad. Not just at the opposing team. Not just at the game.

But at you.

Your fingers curled into fists inside your hoodie pocket. Had she always looked this good when she played? Or were you just now letting yourself see her again?

The final buzzer sounded. UConn had won, but Paige hardly looked satisfied as she stormed off the court, towel draped over her shoulders, sweat glistening under the bright lights. She barely celebrated with her team, barely acknowledged the noise around her.

And now came the hardest part.

Getting to her.

You waited. Let the crowd thin out, let the team disappear into the tunnel leading to the locker rooms. Aubrey had already told you to meet her at one of the back exits, where the players sometimes slipped out after games.

You pulled your hoodie tighter around you, moving swiftly through the hallways that you had once walked. Some things never changed— bound to stay the same as they’ve always been.

"What are you doing here?"

Her voice stopped you cold.

Paige stood just outside the exit, her duffle bag slung over one shoulder, her body still humming with adrenaline. She was fresh out of the locker room, her damp blonde hair pushed back, her skin flushed from the game.

She looked pissed and your heart lurched.

You took a cautious step forward. "Paige, I—"

"No." She held up a hand, her jaw tight. "You don't get to just show up here like this."

Your mouth went dry.

She scoffed, shaking her head as she took you in—your face, your posture, the nervous tension rolling off of you.

"Unbelievable," she muttered.

"I had to talk to you," you said quickly, voice almost breathless.

Paige let out a bitter laugh. "Had to talk to me?" She took a step closer, and you caught the flicker of something beneath her anger—hurt. "You disappear for almost weeks. Not a text. Not a call. Nothing. And now, suddenly, you have something to say?"

You swallowed hard. "I was scared, okay?" you replied, a subtle crack in your voice. "I—"

Paige let out a sharp breath, running a hand through her hair. "Scared of what, exactly?"

Of you. Of what this could be. Of feeling something real. Of the past.

You struggled to find the words, but Paige shook her head.

"Nah. You don't get to come here and give me half-assed answers," she snapped. "You don't get to just waltz back into my life after—" She exhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "Do you have any idea how much it fucking sucked to wake up and realize you were gone again? To realize I was stupid enough to actually think..."

She trailed off, lips pressing together like she couldn't let herself finish. Guilt churned inside you.

"I fucked up," you admitted, voice softer now. "Big time. I know I did. And I don't expect you to forgive me just because I flew here. But I just needed to see you. I needed you to know that I regret it. All of it."

Paige's eyes searched yours, stormy and unreadable.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then she let out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head. "You really think you can just show up, say sorry, and I'll just—what? Act like it never happened?"

You stiffened at her words, but before you could respond, she continued.

"I'm not doing this again," she muttered, adjusting her duffle bag over her shoulder. "I'm not letting you back in just so you can run the second shit gets too real."

You felt a pang in your chest. "Paige—"

"Nah," she cut you off, eyes flashing. "You don't get to 'Paige' me right now."

Your lips parted, but nothing came out. For the first time since you arrived, you wondered if this had been a mistake.

Paige exhaled sharply, glancing away for a moment before shaking her head, almost to herself. When she looked back at you, there was something raw in her expression, something you hadn't seen before.

"Go home," she said quietly.

And just like that, she walked past you, disappearing into the night. Leaving you standing there, feeling more lost than ever.

july 27th 2021

The room felt emptier than it should.

Your half of the dorm had been stripped down to the essentials—no posters, no clothes spilling out of drawers, no sneakers tossed lazily near the door. Just a few boxes stacked near the bed, waiting to be carried out.

You were crouched in front of your dresser, grabbing the last of your things, when you heard the door open.

You didn’t have to look to know it was Paige.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, leaning against the doorframe, watching as you packed away the final remnants of your life at UConn.

“You’re actually leaving.” Her voice was even, but you caught the slight edge underneath it.

You huffed a quiet laugh, stuffing a hoodie into the last box. “Well, yeah. We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah, I know.” Paige crossed the room, dropping onto her bed, elbows resting on her knees. “Doesn’t make it any less shitty.”

You sighed, pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of your own bed. For the first time that night, you looked at her.

She looked… frustrated. Sad, maybe. But mostly frustrated.

“So… Notre Dame, huh?” she muttered, thrumming her fingers against her knee.

You nodded. “They want me.”

Paige’s jaw tensed. “UConn wanted you.” ‘I want you’ , but she doesn’t say that

You exhaled sharply. “UConn wants you. You’re the star.” Your voice held no venom, not a trace of envy.

Paige’s gaze snapped up, something flickering in her blue eyes.

“You know that’s not why I’m leaving,” you said, voice softer now, less defensive. “It’s not about you.”

Paige scoffed, shaking her head. “Feels like it.”

That caught you off guard.

You stared at her, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

It had always been complicated with Paige—this thing between you, this unspoken something that neither of you were ever brave enough to name. Maybe it was easier that way. Or maybe it was just safer.

You swallowed. “Paige—”

“Don’t.” She leaned back on her hands, tilting her head toward the ceiling like she was trying to keep her emotions in check. “You already made up your mind.”

Silence settled between you again. The worst part? She was right.

You were leaving. And she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

You sighed and stood up, grabbing the last few things off your desk. When you turned, Paige was already up, crossing the room to the half-filled box by your bed.

She didn’t say anything—just started gathering loose items and placing them inside.

You watched her for a second. There was no irritation in her movements, no unnecessary force. Just quiet resignation.

You didn’t stop her.

For the next few minutes, neither of you spoke. The room was filled with nothing but the occasional rustle of packing and the weight of everything left unsaid.

Eventually, Paige picked up a framed photo from your nightstand—the two of you from freshman year, arms slung around each other’s shoulders, grinning after a big win.

Her thumb brushed over the glass. “You taking this?”

You hesitated, shrugging your shoulders. “I don’t know yet.”

She nodded once, then set it gently inside the box.

And that was that. No more arguing. No more trying to change your mind. Just Paige, quietly helping you pack up your life—piece by piece, moment by moment.

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[dykeishh]

lessons in lust

ellie williams x fem reader

synopsis: ellie meets with her hot tutor for calculus and somehow ends with an anatomy lesson! 

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI, dealer!ellie (throwback asf), tutor!reader, slightly dom!ellie, cunnilingus, public sex (they don’t get caught tho), a bit of teasing, both reader and ellie are just sluts basically. not proofread :3

a/n: heyyy the way i wrote this in literally 2023 and it's just been in my notes… hence slight dealer!ellie appearance LOL its also barely relevant to the story but I just think tutor!reader x dealer!ellie is a hot pairing. also ellie being lowkey dominant in this is so funny cuz i'm really in my sub!ellie era… but its still hot honestly. anyways hope y'all enjoy!

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ellie sighed as she looked at her current course score, knowing she was about to fail her calculus class if she didn’t start getting decent grades soon. she cursed herself for picking astrophysics as a major, recalling how she ‘thought it sounded cool’ and failed to consider that she would need to take difficult math classes.

she didn’t hate it, but she was falling behind as she allowed her ‘business’ to take up most of her time. it was easy to get caught up, and she was pretty proud of herself once the money really started raking in, but was quickly humbled when she remembered she couldn’t afford to retake a foundational course to her major. 

that was how ellie found herself tapping her shoes against the library chair, waiting for her calculus tutor to arrive. she blew out a sigh from her pursed lips as she scrolled mindlessly through her phone, in a daze—so much so that she hadn’t noticed you walk up to the round table until you said, “hi, are you ellie?”

she looked up, a bit startled by your voice in the quiet library, especially because she had picked a spot in the back, away from other people and their chatters. 

she took a second to respond, partially because she had expected some kind of geeky math nerd to be her tutor--especially since it was through the school. however, the main reason for her delayed response was because she knew you.

well, knew is an overstatement, you were a bit of a crush that ellie had in one of her classes. she had never made a move to talk to you, but she often indulged herself by staring at your legs, barely covered by the short skirts you wore to class, and fantasizing about the sounds you’d make with her face between them. she noticed you were wearing a similar skirt today and her mind already started racing, but she quickly snapped out if it. 

“hi, yeah that’s me.”

“i’m y/n, i’ll be working with you today,” you said, smiling at her. she felt her heart rate increase, but she made sure to play it cool. “oh, nice, thanks.” you gave her a slight smile aam pulled your chair in next to her. 

“so, where should we start?”

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after several minutes of going over the subjects taught in the course, ellie’s mind had started to wander back to your short skirt and your words faded into the background as she wondered how quiet she could be while fucking you in the library. you can feel her eyeing you up as you spoke, and try to keep your voice steady regardless of how nervous she’s making you feel. how are you supposed to teach her while she’s practically undressing you with her eyes?

“so, can you show me how you could solve this kind of problem?”, you ask. after a few moments of silence and ellie scratching her head, you giggle, noticing she looks a bit spaced out.

“jeez, am i that boring of a tutor that you’re zoning out?”, you tease. she chuckles and shakes her head, “no, not at all. these kinds of problems just confuse me is all, i really don’t know where to start.”

you scoot your chair closer to her and aren’t sure if you imagine hearing her breath hitch. 

“okay so, show me exactly where you’re having problems."

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“holy shit. you’re a fucking genius. or a saint. both—whatever. i can’t believe i actually understand this,” ellie scoffs in disbelief. 

you smile at ellie and and shrug, “you had it in you. sometimes it just takes a bit of a push. i’m sure you’ll do great on your tests.”

ellie looks at you with a suddenly soft expression, suddenly realizing her appreciation for your help and being so patient with her. she also realizes that she might have a thing for nerds. she would be lying if she didn’t find your intelligence extremely sexy, as if you weren’t already hot enough.

“so, how am i going to repay you for this, y/n?” she asks, leaning towards you and brushing a hair out of your face. 

you let out a shy laugh at her sudden boldness, caught off guard by the cute girl’s fingers brushing against your skin. 

funnily enough, you had heard about ellie before. there was a small number of queer students on campus, and an even smaller circle of queer girls. and as it usually happens, lots of you knew of each other. in fact, you and ellie were both hooking up with the same girl, which was how you knew about her. just based on this, you assumed she was a bit of a womanizer, and her obvious flirting with you now seemed to align with this idea. 

but you aren’t put off by this—in fact, it only makes her more intriguing to you. behind your studious math-nerd image, you aren’t all that innocent either. 

“please, i already get paid to tutor. i’m just doing my job, so you don’t have to thank me any special way,” you reply, amusement laced in your tone.

“i know i don’t have to,” she states simply, “i want to. you helped me out, and i think it’s only right that i return the favor.” as she says this, ellie places her hand on your thigh, slowly moving it up as she looks into your eyes, waiting for a reaction. 

you raise an eyebrow at her, but once you smirk, ellie knows it’s game over. you lean in forward and lower your voice. “y’know, i think you might be right. i did, after all, save your grade in this class didn’t i?” 

you decide you’ll play along and see where this goes. after all, she was fucking hot. when she smirks at your response, you almost start drooling. 5 minutes ago, you were focused on integrals, but now all your brain can think is how fucking badly you want those long fingers to keep moving up your leg. 

“so how exactly are you going to repay me?” you ask, although you already had an idea of what she had in mind. 

even though ellie was hoping for this situation, she couldn’t believe you were actually down. when she realizes this, it goes straight to her clit. was she really about to fuck her hot tutor? 

ellie suddenly starts lowering herself under the desk.

“i think i can help you better down here.”

you just about come right in that moment, looking down at her mischievous green eyes from beneath you. your breath hitches and you look around to make sure that nobody is watching. 

“fuck. that’s so hot. okay… you just-you have to tell me if i’m being too loud, okay?”

ellie nods and can’t seem to wipe that smirk off her face as she crawls forward and positions her face so she could look under your skirt. you spread your legs slightly for her access and you can immediately feel her hot breath on your inner thighs, causing you to shudder. she looks up at you, making direct eye contact as she leaves wet kisses on your thighs, teasing you, even in this moment where she should be going quickly as to not get caught.

you bite your lip when she drags her middle finger over your clothed heat, then slowly rubs your clit through the pink fabric. you hear her curse to herself and you feel yourself getting wetter as each excruciating moment passes. after a few moments, she pulls your panties to the side to view your soaked pussy. 

“you’re already so wet,” she quietly groans. you almost whine when she brings her mouth so close to your center, looking up at you from her hooded eyelids and just holding herself there to tease you just a little bit longer. 

ellie takes a mental snapshot of your desperate expression as you look down at her, with your lips between your teeth and eyebrows furrowed. but she can’t wait any longer herself. needing to taste you, she licks a long strip from up your pussy and you immediately find yourself choking back a moan. 

ellie seems pleased by your reaction and starts leaving wet kisses on your clit, sucking lightly as she pulls away and alternating with gentle flicks of her tongue. its driving you absolutely crazy how gentle and slow she’s being, and you start to roll your hips to satiate her relentless teasing. she knows that it’s not enough but she’s also aware of how much more wet it’s making you. 

she sucks a little harder on your clit and your head falls back as you gasp in pleasure. then she pulls away, lightly smacking your thigh. 

“uh uh, keep looking at me. i want you to watch me while i make you feel good, baby,” she murmurs before she dives back in.

you pull your head back down to watch her with your mouth slightly agape and see her low-lidded eyes are clouded with lust. your back arches as you feel her the pressure of her tongue increase and watch her bob her head up and down under your skirt. ellie isn’t holding back and you can hear the messy, wet noises her mouth makes against your cunt in the quiet library. everything about the situation was borderline pornographic, and you almost feel dizzy from how much it was turning you on. without stopping her mouth movements, you feel her one of her fingers rub against your entrance before plunging deep into your cunt, causing you to let out a little moan. her eyes flick up back to yours, giving you a dangerous look as a warning. one of your hands clasps over your mouth to muffle your sounds as best you can. 

“feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispers, and you nod in response, causing her to tsk at you. “i want to hear you say it. tell me how good i’m making you feel,” she demands, slipping in a second finger. 

when you remove your hand, you accidentally let out another small whimper, and you respond as best as you can, “it f-feels so good. fuck, it’s too good,” you whisper, eyes rolling back into your skull.

satisfied with your answer, she reattaches her mouth to your clit and sucks harshly, forcing you to bite your fingers to hold back your sounds. her fingers speed up as well, and you can hear the lewd sounds of your wetness even louder now. you’re getting dangerously close, and she can tell by how your insides clench around her fingers. 

“s-shit, i’m close, ellie,” you half-whisper, half-whine. 

“i know, baby.”

she continues her assault with her tongue and fingers, doing her best to drive you crazy. she can feel her own wetness growing between her legs as she listens to your muffled sounds. when she sees your face, all fucked out and desperate, she nearly cums on that alone. “you gonna come for me?”

“mhmm,” you whimper, unable to respond properly as your mind and body are completely clouded with pleasure. your hands find her hair, needing somewhere to grab as the intensity became too much for you, causing her to moan into you, and the vibrations of her voice push you over the edge.

your body freezes up completely for a moment, then jolts as your release hits you, hard. you can’t help but moan and your legs shake as she keeps her pace, prolonging your orgasm for as long as she can. when the overstimulation becomes too much, you push her head away from you causing her lips to detach from you with a pop. you gasp for air and your body trembles as you come down from your high. 

when your vision unblurs, you see her still between your legs, lips and chin covered in a combination of your wetness and her spit, and watch her smirk before she cleans her fingers off with her mouth. it’s the most erotic view you’ve ever seen—you could cum a second time.

she helps you put your panties back on and slowy rises from under the table, looking around to make sure the coast is still clear. she chuckles when she sees you still slumped in your chair, recovering and wraps her arm around your waist to help you up. 

“how was that for repayment?” she teases.

you laugh, still out of breath, hoping that she’d be setting up more sessions with you in the future.

[silverwarewolf]

DUNGEON MESHI EPISODE 24 THOUGHTS

Oh, I had asked to see what the party's thoughts regarding the changeling situation were, especially when it came to their lifespans, but I didn't think it would turn out like this!

GOOD FUCKING JOB, CHILCHUCK. YOU'VE TRAUMATIZED MARCILLE EVEN FURTHER. Oh but I do so love the horrors of this situation of theirs. Marcille babygirl I would like to hug you and have a nice chat.

Anywya, on we go to think about Falin and any solutions that might help us here. Which is great! I love how much foreshadowing there is (in terms of what I've been vaguely told about the manga).

Laios Touden's problem solving skills, everyone.

That's honestly the SICKEST weapon design, I'm so on board with you Laios. This could be Kensuke's Halloween makeover. BUT DONT JUST TAKE THOSE MUSHROOMS WITH YOU OH MY GOD

... was this the opening sequence foreshadowing everyone was freaking out about? was that it? (don't actually tell me, though. if it was it, say yes. if it wasn't, don't say anything)

no comment here I just love them.

I just will never get used to elfshi's hands being Like That. But it's also kinda nice to see him and Izutsumi working along so nicely! Like, don't even get me started on how Izu is presented as the pickiest eater of the party (Marcille has been dethroned severely) and usually you'd see that presented as a Hassle, but here in DM, Senshi doesn't even bat an eye. He knows and respects Izutsumi's tastes and preferences and works his meals out around it! That's such a based thing for him to do. <3

This is a renaissance painting. (I love it when they adapt Ryoko Kui's visual gags and I LOVE when she does zoomed in faces like this. Truly one of the artists ever)

I did not have "Laios gets Pissed On" on my bingo card but every day I grow more and more convinced that the animators KNOW what they're doing and - OH MY GOD IS THAT SENSHI'S DWUSSY. ELFSHI ALTERNATIVE TO PANTY SHOT.

Ah, yes, Izutsumi sprawls all over them when sleeping, we been knew, again it's a little unexpected to see it front and center but I guess it works to demonstrate them returning to - THAT WAS LAIOS??? AND CHILCHUCK IS JUST LIFTING HIS LEG LIKE THAT?? OKAY THEN. SURE.

(and then there's a few more seconds of laiosfoot and laios bedhead)

BUT HEY THEY'RE BACK TO NORMAL

1) Yep, they're back to normal.

2) Laios I love you and I love Gothsuke but someone needs to be careful about biohazards and it's not going to be you.

3) Add this to the "Marcille Donato gets threateningly close to you in three steps" folder.

4) Truly only they can match each other's freak. When the NECROMANCER is telling you not to do something, don't do it! I know last time you smuggled a "normal" sword, it turned out to be useful, but I'm sure that's not the case here!

5) Poor Laios tho. I'll learn to blacksmith just to give you a cool sword. <3

I'm so glad they kept this. One of the silliest touden siblings moments. 10/10 no notes. Also, Falin is never beating the blunt force trauma allegations.

IS THAT CHILCHUCK'S WIFE. ARE YOU - MA'AM. HELLO?

"Why aren't you a twink like I thought you'd be?!" gets adapted! (I'm pretty sure that's the scene meant to be here, anyways)

I get it, girl.

Oh dear, they're going to eat Falin. And SENSHI was the one to suggest it! For a guy who was just fighting the doubts of accidental cannibalism a week ago, you're taking bold steps forward.

(I do love how it mirrors Laios' kindness back then, in truth. Even if it's an idea so shocking and dire at first, it comes from a place of reason and logic and love)

Marcille "I said I wanted to eat her OUT, not eat HER" Donato Izutsumi "That's going to taste gross as fuck" Izutsumi Chilchuck "If it brings her back..." Tims Laios Touden, the man with a thousand things on his head right now, two of which I reckon are "I don't want to eat my sister" and "Dragon-Chicken... what might it taste like?"

Yes, well. Valid as your concerns are, Laios, because how the fuck would five people eat THAT much meat, you can't just ramble on about what dishes you're going to make out of your sister.

(...I get it, though. I mean if you're going to eat, might as well make it good, right? I know no one wants to grill one of Faligon's ribs but I'll go ahead and say it would be worse to tell them to eat her raw)

FUCK! we DID lose those scenes about the twin bell that toshiro kept!! forever sad about that.

oh my godddd they're going back into the dungeonnn we're going to reunite with themmm

I know they're really fucking competent, I mean, Namari and Toshiro are already described as pretty formidable warriors (and we've seen it), and Kabru is... admittedly much more geared to fight humans but he's a decent fighter either way. And a good leader!

Speaking of, where the fuck is everyone else.

I know they're meant to be scary (and I suppose they are! If we have the reference that, firstly, marcille is an excellent spellcaster so these elves could be just as good in their own areas of expertise, yes?, and secondly, the canaries are Well Known)

... plus, Namari, Toshiro and Kabru are wary of them. Namari, Toshiro and Kabru are wary of them.

BUT damn it Lycion, I need to- (gets dragged off stage)

Anyway, while we wait for the next season (WHICH HAS BEEN GREENLIT! WOHOO!), have these wonderful images of chicken falin being a cathedral painting (...if cathedrals ever added dragons, i guess) and my beloveds, who have finally returned!

[gremlingottoosilly]

kidnapper!Konig with a reader whos head over heels for him even tho hes been nothing but mean to her :( but then she growns on him so he finally gives in and cuddles with her one night

Konig, who is still conflicted about this whole kidnapping, is a girlfriend thingy. He hates how he has to resort to such matters as if he can't get a girlfriend without her being deadly terrified of him - he genuinely thinks he deserves to have a pretty girl fawn all over him simply because he is soooo cool and great in his imagination...it's obviously not right - but then again, not like you have any options. Your kidnapper is grumpy and always angry, but he doesn't force anything on you. Konig gets annoyed when you do not clean yourself, refuse to change clothes or abandon your food - and he has very strict discipline regarding these things. You will be fed forcefully; he will push food past your lips and force you to eat as much as you can - and then he will drag you up to his bathroom so he can spend tens of minutes washing you like a grumpy puppy, ignoring any of your attempts to fight. You shouldn't be like this, he thinks - clearly, there is a problem in your attitude, and he is willing to force you to like him. To tolerate him, at least. But...you don't really fight him. If anything, you're following him like a lost puppy and crave his attention - this is something that he is supposed to love but, somehow, he just...just doesn't trust you. Doesn't believe you nearly enough. You act suspicious to him and he doesn't want to get burned - so, he will not answer your pathetic attempts at taking initiative, and he will never allow you outside without him...but even grumpy men like him are getting softer with time. Even guys like Konig know that they shouldn't look a gifted horse in the mouth - he doesn't trust you and thinks this is all just a ploy to get him to set you free, but it's nice to have a loving girlfriend. He hugs you, he allows you to sleep with him sometimes - when you're tied up, of course. He will just drag your sleepy form into his bed one night, refusing to acknowledge it...but of course, you cling to him.

[pazzispizookies]

~~~~~Dangerous Question~~~~~

Chapter 5;I’m here.

So I know the story has been pretty light so far, but I want to say chapter 5 deals with some heavy stuff, I might rewrite it to be a little softer, but with the story I have right now, It’s not happy…like at all. It’s 18+ probably too. If you don’t like scary, men involving situations, don’t read it!! (No sexual things tho no worries on that)To those who do, I’m sorry in advance. A reminder- this is fictional and in no way this is me wishing anything on Azzi, Paige or any real people, these are basically characters just based off their stories, but this is fictional

Pairing, Paige x Azzi, slow burn friends to lovers

September 14th, 10:29 PM.

Azzis POV,

I’m shocked when I turn around and see Marcos, a little thrown off why he’s here.

“Hey Marcos, funny running into you here, what are you up too?” I ask, trying to be polite, even though I have no real interest in seeing him right now.

I can see that Paige is still ordering her drinks so she doesn’t notice me talking to Marcos, I don’t know why it would be a problem even if she did see me talking to him.

With that he answers,

“Just here with some buddies, they go to school around here.”

This catches my attention, “Oh really, do they go to UConn?”

Me and him haven’t texted all that much, we’ve really only exchanged our names and numbers, and set up plans for next weekend.

Looking at him now, It might be the dimmer lighting, but something’s off about him.

Call it a gut feeling, but maybe i’m wrong.

He’s still super cute, and he’s dressed pretty nice.

So I ignore the strange feeling I’m getting. It must just be nerves.

“Yeah they do, do you?” He says taking a step foward towards me and leaning on the counter.

“Yeah, I actually play basketball for them, i’m a freshman though.”

“Oh really? that’s awesome, I didn’t know they had girls basketball at such a big school, that’s cool that they’re doing that stuff for you guys.” Marcos quips back,

Uhh, rude much?

“Girls basketball?” I repeat, slightly thrown off.

“yeah, yeah, oh uh- sorry, Women’s basketball right,” he says back, while looking me up and down.

Huh.

He might be a dipshit.

But something about the way Paige is looking at me talking to this man has me not wanting to stop.

She’s …..jealous.

I know she is.

As soon as she turned around and saw us, I could see her face light up with the burning emotion.

Paige is jealous, of me talking to this guy.

The same Paige that stormed off while I was flirting with him,

The same Paige that was hurt that night, for a reason she couldn’t tell me,

The same Paige that’s been blushing at me a lot more than friends normally do, is now jealous.

And i’m okay with that?

I mean, Paige has always been attractive,

The way she walks, the way she carries confidence around, her physical appearance , and her overall caring for other has shown me that.

But… I’m not attracted to her, right?

I’m not gay, I’ve always been straight.

But,

Right now, I find myself caring a whole lot more about what she thinks than what he thinks.

But again, i’m not into her, I can’t be. She’s my best friend.

I wanna see if I’m right, if maybe, just maybe. Paige has been hiding something from me, so with that I focus back on Marcos.

I touch his arm and start making eye contact.

“So you gonna buy me a drink or what?” I say in my best seductive voice.

“Yeah, yeah, sure whatever you want…it’s on me.” He says back clearly gaining some confidence from my whole act.

Paige storms away, but I stop myself from chasing her, I have to see what this really means. Just how upset will she get?

Marcos waves down the bartenders and orders me 2 shots of vodka. And 2 for himself,

Hardly a drink, but who am I to complain,

Soon enough the bartender comes back, and Marcos takes the shots,

As he’s taking the shots, I’m looking at Paige,

all I can see is the back of her head, but by the way her shoulders are rising and falling, something’s off with her,

Nika’s quickly getting up from the table, and forces Paige with her, they disappear out the door.

Now my plans gonna be a little harder too follow with because Paige has just completely left the bar.

Turning my attention to Marcos again, he’s smiling at me, a little too wide.

“Here you go pretty lady,” He says while handing me 2 hots of vodka,

Ugh,

Those words sound disgusting coming out of his mouth but whatever,

I send him a smile and take the 2 shots out of his hands and into my grasp,

I prepare myself, and tilt my head back, sending the liquid down my throat.

It tastes, different?

still awful,

But it tastes strange,

Not like the shot I took back at KKs,

It’s slightly sweet, and bubbly, and doesn’t taste like Vodka,

But I’ve only had it once before, so maybe this is just a different brand.

I send the 2nd shot back.

It burns.

It doesn’t taste sweet, or bubbly,

It tastes like what I had back at KKs,

But that doesn’t make any sense,

Why would 2 shots of the same thing taste different?

“You okay Azzie?”

“Oh its not ‘As-ze’ its ‘A-zee’” I say correcting the man who just said my name wrong,

“Thats what I said, didn’t I?” Marcos says back, his confidence unfaltering,

“uh, no but that’s okay, a lot of people get it wrong, common mistake.” I say with slight smile.

“Well yknow same difference, im gonna head back to my table, you wanna-“

Half way through his sentence, his voice distorts.

I can’t hear him

Actually I can’t see him either.

Something’s wrong,

And its not drunken wrong,

No something’s wrong, something’s off.

My hearts pounding.

Something’s wrong.

Snap out of it Azzi.

I hear his distorted voice say something, but I can’t make it out.

I can’t see him.

I can’t hear him,

I can only slightly feel his touch on my wrist, then it gets stronger?

He’s dragging me away by my wrist.

Something wrong, I can barley walk,

I’m following his lead and I’m trying to say something, but I can’t .

I can’t do anything but let him pull me.

“What’s-where are we?” I mumble out, it comes out completely slurred.

“Cmon we’re just gonna go back to mine” I think he says…..I can’t really hear.

I look back where I think my table is, I’m pretty sure

I can see a figure standing up, shes…cheering?

No shes screaming.

No shes….. clapping?

I don’t know, but before I can make it out, I’m hit with the outside air blowing on my face.

“Cmon pretty lets get in my car,”

No……no.

I don’t want to.

I don’t wanna go anywhere near his car.

I wanna run, but my legs aren’t moving with my thoughts.

I wanna scream, but I can’t.

“Marc, stop let’s- just stop-“ I beg, I think the words come out.

“Stop it, just walk.” He says sternly.

Walk,

Walk where?

Why?

I can’t see where we’re going.

All I can see if another figure walking towards us,

It’s tall, and-

And has,

Brown hair?

I think?

“Caro?” I gasp out, but it barley comes out as a whisper,

But as the figure approaches more,

It’s just another girl with dark brown hair.

She walks past us.

Not even looking at us.

A voice breaks through, it’s clear, it’s close.

“What the fuck are you doing.”

Paige, my Paiges voice.

It has to be.

please, be her.

[carolmunson]

the boy is mine | a writing exercise

excuse me, can i please talk to you for a minute? do you know somebody named...y-you know his name. oh yeah, definitely, i know his name. well, i just want to let you know that he's mine. no, no, he's mine.

hi, this is carol and i wanted to create a fun blurb writing exercise a la @superblysubpar and @chechelia considering the current state of the eddie munson x reader fandom. i, personally, can barely stand the seemingly never ending infighting between writers and groups on here. whether it be writing style or characterization, it seems everyone sort of has a problem with everyone. (not me tho, i truly am vibing). in the words of monica and brandy 'you need to give it up, had about enough'. -- so instead of leaving, i wanted to try something fun, fresh, and cute to bring us together. we all have our own eddie munson head cannons that we hold near and dear to our hearts. but i think that's part of what's fun about fandom, there's a little something for everyone. so this exercise is a way for us to all be on the same playing field -- same prompt/dialogues we have to use. only written how your personally HC eddie, our og guy (no au versions pls). i loved how this manifested on cece's old blog because it was so fun to see what people came up with. below is the dialogue and prompt as well as the best way to participate. yes, if you are a steve girl you can participate lol. if you are someone who has me blocked and/or vice versa and would like to participate, please send your link to a friend so i can add it in an upcoming masterlist.

the scene: a romantic night in at the trailer. props included/mentioned (in passing or can hold bigger meaning): a throw pillow, vanilla frosting, a small notebook. dialogue included (can be manipulated slightly if needed, can be placed in any order): - "i ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?" - "aw, don't be like that. that's not even true." - "and you like that?" - "if you don't stop, we're gonna have a problem." these don't have to be sexy. they don't have to lead to anything. it's just a romantic night in -- and it can end in anything. angst, fluff, smut, alien invasion. who cares! i just wanna see how you'd write in your world with YOUR eddie. so we can see all of our eddies!

to participate, please write a blurb or ficlet titled 'the boy is mine (____'s edition)' and tag me so that i can add you to the upcoming masterlist. share each other's ficlets. enjoy how they differ and how they are the same. what do we all think is true? what do we differ on? i think this could be really cool.

here's a list of people i'm tagging from different 'x reader' groups to spread the word -- but everyone feel free to do it, please! share with your friends, encourage your friends to do it too: @loveshotzz @chechelia @abibliophobiaa @aphrogeneias @jo-harrington @bewilderedbunny @impmunson @queenimmadolla @oneforthemunny @superblysubpar @sweetsweetjellybean @rebelfell @crappymixtape @lesservillain @courtingchaos @bettyfrommars @somnambulic-thing @bimbobaggins69 @blueywrites @lonelysatellites @wroteclassicaly @wheels-of-despair @rip-quizilla @upsidedownwithsteve @powderblueblood

[thesweetroro]

Hi I was wondering could you write what the nanbaka boys would be like as boyfriends?

ofc ^^! also i was thinking about doing one ,tysm for asking i hope you like it .

𐙚 ˚🧸(you’re my teddy bear)｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

꩜ Requests 🩰 .ᐟ

── .✦ 🎠 cell 13+3+6+10+5

── .✦🏷️ the inmates

ꪆৎ

˖°𓇼🌊⋆🐚🫧 (Uno)

To be honest i could say he’s the best boyfriend,you know after all of that dating got him to be the prince that he is now,he’s so sweet and gentle and loving as you could imagine.

if you guys are in the same cell,baby you’re soo sopiled , he will free a big space for you and going give you a nice bed because ,what a man that would let his lady sleep on the ground?, and he’s going put a little table beside your bed and the cutest vanity ever,he will even pay you your favourite products.

and if you’re in a different cell he will send you alot of gifts and would make sure sit with you during lunch time.

even in lunch time he will get your meal before his,and will remind you to drink water.

he loves taking you out even tho there is no where to be talking you out but, he actually got jyugo to let you too in a nice room.

he won’t let go of your hands or you.

when you get sick he always get you to Okina’s office immediately, and gonna stay beside until you’re all better,and even if his friends asked him to come out he will refuse.he can’t help it his poor baby needs him!! :(..

he’ll never stop telling you how lucky he is to have you and how pretty you are,every morning he likes to let you take care of him while he’s all sleepy in your arms.

he loves to get you new dresses just for him to see and will hit you with the “but you’re so gorgeous princess,just let me see you in that dress”.

he’s sooo flirty.

✩°𓏲⋆🌿. ⋆⸜ 🍵✮˚(Nico)

I think he’s so clumsy and silly around you ,he just loves you so much and he gets to have you.

besides him being the Nico who plays video games and watch anime, he’s a real soft boyfriend, he’s not so romantic but he’s so sweet.

he loves talking to you for hours and learning about you and what you like.

im sure he would be getting you a hand made and get you a little gifts like some flowers he found when he was with upa.

Naturally innocent about everything in a relationship and what you do or say.

he really needs to be taken care of, after he got you he started to think everyone is mean and all he need is you to kiss him :(!.

his love language is to share everything with you.

he gets so nervous is you looked nice or cut your hair or did anything different about you ,it’s just.. please forgive him you’re so real and he’s overwhelmed by having you.

he’s pretty useful and like helping you out or making you happy or chill ,btw have you seen those nails??? get ready for scratches until you fall asleep.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`⛩️:✧˚.🗝️⋆𖧧 (jyugo)

For me ,i think jyugo is so chill in a relationship he knows it’s his first relationship and got nervous too but like , he loves it because it gets him warm from the inside,like he thinks his friends are cool and amazing, but you are on another level!.

he loves taking you out and walking around the hallways slowly like hajime isn’t behind and almost sucking your souls with his eyes , and pretty much talk about nonsense or listen to you talk about anything you read or saw , our talking about feelings or thoughts.

if you’re opened about alot of things or know alot of stuff and the reson behind them, then you’re probably going talk alot because he’s a great listener and he loves learning new things from you.

i would say he is romantic but only when he knows what you like because he loves to get you gifts that he’s sure you’re gonna appreciate them.

if you get him a silly gift he would love it because it’s from you and you make him happy and guess what! that gift also made him happy so he loved it.

he loves to protect you.

you and uno will always be his problem solvers.

‧₊˚ 🍔 ‧₊𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖🪻(Rock)

So absolutely i would say he is overprotective because what do you think all of that work out for?(before he met you it was for fighting yk)+ princess treatment is up in the air .

If you’re not in the same cell as him he will get jyugo’s ass to let him out every 5 minutes to check on you and make sure no one is hurting you or bothering you.

And if you are in the same cell that means no one can wake you up aggressively from your beauty sleep only him and his baby, “hey,..hello there princess are you still sleepy?”

And since he’s foodie, he’ll make sure you eat all of your meals and if you don’t or ,got hungry he will share his meals with you and he won’t be satisfied until you’re filled with food.

his places in dating would be a late night meal with you,or running away from your cells with him carrying you on his back or in his arms and runs even if no one is behind him just to see you smile or laugh.

Love language : physical touch , Obsessed and embarrassed at the same time when you ran your hands or touch his body or muscles,or if you Complimented him ,he’s so head over heels when you do so (lowk like having you play with his hair and tell him how pretty he and his hair is or even pet him)

He has loyalty and devotion to you like a little puppy full of love, as long as you love him and he loves you ,in his point of view 100% The relationship will continue!.

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋⚗️₊˚ʚ 🪷 ₊˚(Qi)

This man is so lazy like im not gonna lie,It’s kinda like a one side relationship but he tries you know?

he really loves you but he himself doesn’t got much to give or show you,tho he will try his best.

since he’s lazy all he loves to do is to cuddle you and get you all up in his arms and take a sniff out of you because he did miss you alot.

will throw his love books ,because all he needs is you and he got you so what else could be more worthy of his attention than you?.

if you’re upset or sad , he work his magic by getting you flowers and a little cake with some of his Potion to get your emotions out.

100% you will be getting sleeped on ,beside his laziness he will only be up to walk his ass of just for you.

and if you’re in your health era he is going start acting all jealous because no one should see you in those work out clothes but him! you look too good in those.

⊹ ࣪ ˖🧧୭˚. ᵎᵎ🧘🏻(Upa)

The tsundere fairy,he think you and Nico gonna be the death of him,he act like you’re the one that forced him into this situation just because you’re the one that confesses your love for him first,he just tried to hide his excitement ,but him saying the YES that hard didnt help him out .

Definitely he loves you but he’s not a romantic guy and he never had it,you’re his first girlfriend!

he like it when you hug him or pet his head but won’t say ofcourse,Unusual he actually very Quiet when you touch him instead of fighting it.

he loves working out with you,as he said he doesn’t like lazy people,but to be fair the only exception for him is you,lazy,hard working, it has you in them? he’s more than up for it.

love it when you’re serious with him .

dating plans i think..he’s just gonna wake you up in the mid night pulling you in and showing you the full moon while he sweet talk you.

he will allow you to water his Aloe vera plant.

Surprisingly he do ask for affection and love but in the most awkward way, “hey so it’s cold outside you should get something to warm you up, yeah like hug someone”

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🥋. ݁˖ . ݁݁🪭(liang)

The pure lover ,100% he’s gonna sing for you and call you pretty and his gorgeous WIFE that he wants instead of food or shower after a long time with him not being around.

he is often quite,but around you he’s so open to anything you would do ,talking cuddling eating working out or yapping about a thing you read or some gossip you got going on, he’s number one on your tea party list , just imagine you and the other girls in nanba are having a little tea party and then you hear some one knocks on the door,so here he comes dressed up as a girl just because he missed you “h-hi girl! how dare you to never invite me over!” “babe i know it’s you and what are you wearing?..”who is babe.”

he wasn’t that clingy in the first place,but at some point when you’re not in the same Building,he just sits there…and then Simon felt really bad so he actually got you in the same building and cell some how,and he just got back to normal or even better.

he is more of a giving than receiving persona ,Affectionate and sometimes needy,romantic of course he will drag you into a bathtub in the middle of the night and spoil you with perfumes, oils and massage.

he get you gifts and dresses and whatever you want he’ll be happy to give you it.

He is a very protector and takes on your comfort, safety and pampering you, you are his lady, and he is your samurai!

you are not his first relationship tho,but he thinks no one can be better than you.

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°˖𓍢ִ໋ 🔧✧°🥐.⋆(Trois)

do i have to tell you how romantic he is?? like uno gets you anything you need but he doesn’t pay them,he make them! what i think is also his love language,it’s not cheap or anything but he really make them better and love to add all the details you like perfectly.

he would get you both a king size bed because all he wants to be is beside you and wake you up with a breakfast in bed and tell you how pretty you’re even when you just woke up.

Ready to flirt with you in French and sweet talk you to gently steal your bras until you discover him and kick his head, you have a reason!! he’s your boyfriend so he doesn’t need to be that perv!.

he’s all around you and such a baby , seeking attention from you,tell him how nanbaka No.1 handsome man he is to make his day.

there isn’t alot to do in jail so he try to be Creative to get you an amazing date ,he took you out in the secret Balcony of kiji’s late night shift , he make sure to bring a book to read while he grab both of you a chair and cover you with blanket.

he loves doing your hair for you and think your hair is so pretty and that you guys should get married because you’r kids are gonna have amazing genes.

. ݁₊ ⊹ 🍯. ݁˖ . 🎯݁༉‧₊˚.(Honey)

You know he is a keeper when he steals your underwear randomly and get a new ones then also steal them and has angry issues and ridiculous enough to call you bee because he is honey.

beside his aggressiveness he’s a real charming man who had been through experiences in relationships to make him a better person and im sure he is more than ready for you to be the one.

he could be full of himself right,but won’t mind his head to be only filled with you and only you, he’s a very jealous man but would never cross the line of what you made clear that you are not allowing him to affect your life this way,yeah could be useful sometimes but not always and on everything.

loves indulging in luxury and would likely spoil you with extravagant gifts and grand gestures. Despite his tough exterior, he's surprisingly sensitive and has a caring side, making him attentive to your feelings.

he loves it when you open up to him because all he wants is to help you and see you happy and better!

date ideas would be in playing games around the Building such as hide and seek or whatever you guys could make up until uno invites you two to his play room again.

he is a big drama king,make things in up to be taken care off, to br loved and cuddled by his perfect baby.

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༘⋆📼˚ ༘ ೀ🎎⋆｡˚(tsukumo)

Honestly as a ninja, he values loyalty and precision, so you could count on him to be reliable and deeply committed in the relationship.

i don’t think he was in any relationshipes or some thing he’s just shy and chill! lucky enough to be your bf.

He might come off as serious and reserved at times, but he has a caring heart Specifically when the only love he see is by you ofc after spending half his life acting and then the rest in prison he never got a chance to be in a relationship, he was loved by people! but only for his job not for him himself which led to his insecurity and a little social anxiety.

he is a really loving boyfriend and he do his best to make you happy even when he does actually know what to do , his love language is mostly physical affection , he loves to lay on you and when you grab the palm of his hand and massage him and draw circles with your fingers , he gets a little dizzy and sometimes sleepy.

a date night with him is kinda of hard to understand,like what’s going on? but the cutest one is when he got you to ride Yamato’s horse on your birthday.

if you read romance books ,and mentioned your liking for a character’s personality , he would get jealous and start acting like the character next day.

would ask for uno,honey,and trois help when he first started dating you.

I can say that he is a millionaire and I believe in it,like with how Famous he was im sure he got paid real good, so now you have this adorable little cant-be-sugar daddy that spoiled you with everything you even get your eye on.

˚˖𓍢ִִ໋🔥˚˖𓍢ִ📖✧˚. (Musashi)

I would recommend him as a boyfriend if you’re book talker ,that way you both match freak ,but i don’t think he is interested in any type of books to read, he’s a more interested in educational books after all he’s a loving to learn person! and he didn’t have his chance to finish his journey.

i don’t really know if he ever been in a relationship but i think no due to his flashback he never got the chance to,but any way you are here and all he wants is you.

he is a soft and warm inside out and more than happy to be able to find love in such a place and he loves hanging out with you specially when he’s lonely in his call .

he used to hate being lonely ,but ofc enjoyed the quiet and peace , but actually to be able to talk to someone that loves him and care for him is such a gift that he will never risks sacrificing it.

so what i pretty much think of him as the Royal Knight that has has been given the world into his hands, he is super protector of you and ready to hurt himself for you and do the best he could to keep you safe and close.

he got through alot and knows how does it round there so he doesn’t want you to get hurt or anything,he know you’re Tough because how could you end up here if you were not!?.

The language of his love is to read for you, share his information and discuss them or chat or randomly start yapping about them with you, and to communicate with you physically too .

For dating places i would say nothing much but cozy nights together in bed while talking about your day to each other,or going with him to uno’s gaming room or wherever he goes ,he likes to have you around him.

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ฅ^ >ヮ<^₎ ୭ ˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ.

I hope i did great and im sorry it took me a while it’s my first time getting my thoughts together about all the Characters 😭 ,and if i wrote something wrong ,Please tell me because English is not my first language ! :(.

[harrietswriting]

The greasers going camping with there girlfriend's family?

an: I haven't gone camping in so long 😔 will be doing this as headcanoans!

W: some swearing I think. Gn reader

Darry Curtis

This mf definitely loves camping

He definitely loved camping as a kid

So when you asked if he wanted to come with your family, he was so excited

He played it cool tho

"Yeah sure, sounds fun." Internally: "Yippie!! 🤗🥳"

Helps your parents pitch the tent and feels so masculine 😭

He thinks it's the sweetest thing when you make a smore for him

If you don't have siblings, he feels so relaxed, this is such a vacation for him

If you do have siblings, that's okay too.

Little siblings, they stress him out a bit but he thinks their adorable. He has them help him find firewood. "Is this stick good, Darry?" "Hmm.. this one isn't dry enough. It'll smoke."

If you have teenage siblings, that's also okay!

He'll lowkey gossip with them?

He has no problem talking to your parents and charms them

Carves your initials into a tree (D + Y/I)

Then you carve a heart around it

Literally just having the best time

Sodapop Curtis

He was so excited but also nervous when you asked if he wanted to go

He's scared of bugs 😔

Helps pitch the tent and feels like he's bonding with your parents so well

If you have younger siblings, he has so much fun with them.

Tag, hide and seek, looking for sticks, skipping rocks, anything, he's playing

He'll also be entertaining them with spooky stories

Older siblings, he's cool with them too, but stays by you

No siblings, he feels a little awkward with only your parents being there with the two of you

His happy-go-lucky attitude charms them though

He's so excited for smores

He makes you a smore and feels so proud

Feels so awkward because he wants to be affectionate with you but your parents are there

He trys to teach you how to skip rocks on water

You or your sibling make a flower crown and he's so happy to wear it

Steve Randle

This mfing show off

He helps load and unload the car, carrying as much as he possibly can

If you are anyone else in your family is carrying a lot of stuff, he'll go, "Let me help you."

He's so proud of himself and will flex at you afterwards.

"Yeah, no biggie for me 💪😏" boy shut up

If you have siblings, he was not happy to learn that they'd be coming

If you have older siblings, it's not as bad

Really young siblings, okay. He'll think they're cute and help them get fire wood and mess with bugs

Around 12-15 year old siblings? He's not definitely not happy 😔

So excited to tell spooky stories around the campfire

He's not the most charming, but he's sweet enough to win your parents over

"Sir" and "ma'am"

But then he made a dirty joke too loud and your parents heard, so he got embarrassed and apologized 😔

He'll pick a flower for you and put it tuck it by your ear

Johnny Cade

He's never gone camping, but he's excited to go with you

He's so nervous about being around your parents though

But they like him, he's nice

He's actually not scared of bugs, he thinks they're cool

If you have older siblings, he'll look up to them in a way, he enjoys getting to talk to them

If you have younger siblings, he's happy to play with them

If you have no siblings, he'll probably be a little more awkward and stick to your side more

He'll pick wild flowers for you

"Here, y/n 😊" He hands you a little bouquet of dandelions and other little flowers

He accidentally catches his marshmallow on fire 😔

Wanders off with you to look for firewood and talk

Two-Bit Matthews

Before you go, you tell him that he needs to be on his best behavior

He would rather just go camping with you and/or his friends but whatever

I don't think he'd be able to charm your parents very well

But they see how happy he makes you, so it's okay

He's so excited for smores!

If you have older siblings, he'll joke with them, but still mainly hang by you

If you have little siblings, he will play with them and he will be so, so competitive

But he'll teach them how to stick rocks if there's a pond nearby

If you have a sibling close in age, he'll joke around with them too

Not scared of bugs but will curse out the mosquitoes (just not infront of your parents)

Tells you that if a bear comes, he'll fight it off

Also tells you that if a moose comes, he'll use you as a human shield, and tells you to use your siblings 💀

Dallas Winston

He has nothing against camping, but he does not want to go with your parents. It took quite a bit of convincing

Camping pro?

Puts the tent up by himself (+1 wow point from your parents)

You two "get lost" while looking for firewood (he didn't want to go back)

You talk forever

If you have older siblings, he won't really talk to them all that much, and they probably have preconceived notions about him cause he's Dallas Winston

If you have little siblings, he'll play with them a bit

Tag becomes super competitive

He'll suggest sardines (the reverse hide and seek game), just so he can hopefully hide with you and get to be close to you

If you have siblings close in age, he'll talk to them some, but mainly stays glued to your side

He'll find a nice rock and give it to you (he acts nonchalant bout it but he's like 😖🤗 internally)

He doesn't really care for smores so he might give you his

You'll go stargazing but he'll stare at you the whole time cause he does not give a fck about stars

"Look, there's the little dipper." You point at the sky. "Mhm😍" "...Dallas, you're not even looking." He'll grumble and look at the sky. "Wow🙄"

Wants to make out in the tent once your parents fall asleep.

If you say no, he suggests sneaking out of the tent.

If you say no, he'll huff and puff then suggest that you at least come into his sleeping bag with him.

An: this was so fun to write

[letmebeyourcrrsh]

So you LIKE like me?

jeongin x fem!reader

warnings: should be non

genre: school crush

summary: you are the best friend of han jisung. you had switched to his school, where you met all of his friends, and instantly fell in love with I.N

it was your first day in this new school. a whole new chapter of your life! you had problems with your old class, so you finally decided to switch into your bestfriends school! han jisung was literally shining when he saw you stepping into his classroom.. he was so happy to finally have his bestfriend here! ofcourse he didnt even let you find a seat.. he quickly dragged you to where his 7 other friends were, so he could introduce you.. the boys were all so nice. so sweet that you instantly started liking them. but there was this one boy…

his name is yang jeongin.. and the moment he smiled at you so charming.. you knew you were cooked.

after class jisung texted you..

Jisung: UGH i still cant get over the fact you are here with me now!! You: IKR!! I shouldve switched earlier! Jisung: school will be so fun from now on! You: Well I am sure it wasnt boring before.. BUT YES!!! Jisung: anyways! Soooo.. what do you think about my friends? They are cool right? They were also really excited to finally meet you! You: oh is that so? thats good to hear! Your friends are awsome! I wasnt even worried to meet them, for how nice they were to me Jisung: felix almost bought you flowers.. as a welcome gift.. You: oh.. hes so sweet hm? Jisung: cute sunshine :3 OH AND HEY!!! This is an important question!!!! By any chance… did you fall for Innie… 🗿? You: WHATTTT!? Jisung: No seriously.. girl it is only your first day.. You: jisung wtf what are you talking about!? Jisung: I AM YOUR BESTFRIEND!!! I saw how you were looking at him.. I havent seen this face on you for the first time.. so i know damn well what that means You: NOO!!! IT DOESNT MEAN THAT!! I swear I am all good!! I was just looking.. Jisung: „ just looking “ Jisung: You looked like you were imagining wedding.. You: NO I WASNT? Jisung: dont worry girl i got you!

and that is how jisung added you to the groupchat...

Minho: ew who did you add. Jisung: Shut up thats literally my baby Minho: ew wtf? Minho: wait oh.. Felix: HIII!!!! You: hello! I.N: Heyy Hyunjin: OH IT IS THE NEW GIRLY!! HEYYY Seungmin: wow she already made it into this chat? Jisung: She is my best friend duh ofcourse she did Changbin: I AM SORRY?! I had to dance infront of the whole class mid presentation.. JUST SO YOU WOULD ADD ME?! Seungmin: sucks to be you. That was definitely NOT worth it Felix: heyyy... but if not this chat.. who would i spam tiktoks to? Seungmin: thats the problem Felix. Nobody watches them. Chan: i do.. Felix: Thank you Chan…. Felix: Anyways we are happy to have you here Y/N! Very happy to have you in our friendgroup! You: Thank you Felix! That means a lot :> Hyunjin: Are you single? You: ..yes I am.. Hyunjin: I am single too yk.. Jisung: Hyunjin no.. Hyunjin: But-..? I.N: no hyunjin… Hyunjin: But she is handsome.. Chan: Hyunjin stop..

you laughed a little at hyunjin.. also smiled a lot at the compliment. what a funny guy! but still you kinda wished that it would be jeongin instead… saying this..

a few weeks passed.. and a lot happened in these weeks! first of all.. jisung just would NOT stop teasing you and jeongin. it always embarrassed you so much.. but luckily jeongin always took it as a joke..

also you and the boys hanged out like A LOT!!

you had sweet study sessions with channie.. he would always help you with your homework, or to get ready for the next test!

minho and you went to a cat cafe a few times.. he even promised to show you his own cats! but it never came to that-

you also joined changbin in the gym a few times! it was so fun!!

hyunjin never stopped flirting with you.. but it all is jokingly! you sometimes even flirt back, which makes you both actually be really close friends!

the most of your freetime you spend with hannie tho. obviously.. he is your best friend after all. half of your hangouts were mostly about trying to get you closer to innie…

together with felix, you had baked brownies! a loooot of times.. you just LOVE them and gladly join to help him!

seungmin and you often work on pranks… you and him just love to team up to prank the other guys.. and it is always so fun!

while you and jeongin… well.. lets say you actually arent that close. honestly.. not close AT ALL.. as much as you try.. you just cant be close to him! the crush was getting worse and worse every single day.. and each and everytime you see innie… you just forget how to talk! you start getting so so nervous.. and so he wont find out, you decided it would be better to avoid him..  avoid him so badly that he himself started to feel bad..

I.N: Jisung Jisung: BABYBREAD!!! What you want? I.N: dont call me that. I.N: but ye so.. i wanted to ask you- does Y/N have some problem with me? Jisung: huh? What do you mean I.N: i mean she clearly does not like me or something.. does she find me weird? Or did i maybe do something- Jisung: wait why would you think that- I.N: Its obvious hyung. She likes EVERYONE but not me. She hangs out with EVERYONE, but i am being avoided. Like what did i do wrong? Maybe id also want to hangout and like game with her or something. But i just feel like… 9th wheel of a bus with 8 wheels— Jisung: oh innieeee dont worrryyy! She does not find you weird. She really does like you too I.N: then why is she acting like a stranger towards me? Han. You really should talk to her. And then tell me what her problem with me is. I really need to know. Jisung: honestly jeongin… why dont you do that yourself? I.N: no why would I? she avoids me so why would i talk to her Jisung: Just do it innie. Itll make way more sense then if i would.

you almost fell of your chair when you saw a message from jeongin pop up on your screen. omg omg why would he text you?! did you do something wrong? omg does he want to hangout? wait or.. wait no really.. what does he want from you-?

Jeongin: hey You: oh! hi innie! Jeongin: ye so i wanted to ask you something You: oh.. what is it? Jeongin: so like- please dont get me wrong.. i am just really curious- are you avoiding me? You: huh Jeongin: it just feels like you are- because.. you talk very well with everyone. But with me you are just.. idk- we barely talk- i mean it must sound weird of me to ask that.. but i just really want to know. Because you are such a sweet girl! And id love to talk to you more.. but even if I try, you dont let me. You: oh.. hey i am sorry- i didnt mean to make you feel like that- Jeongin: its alright i guess.. i just wanted to know- why you are doing that. Is it maybe because you and hyunjin are secretly dating? You: WHAT?! No wtf Jeongin: who knows.. you both are so flirty that maybe yall are dating- and hyunjin hates the fact u talk to others- You: ye nah- thats funny. But thats not true. He aint my type at all Jeongin: then are you avoiding me because you are annoyed at the fact that jisung teases you and me all the time? You: Jeongin no- its nothing from what you are saying and are about to say- Jeongin: what is it then? You: Jeongin.. just dont think of nothing bad okey? I dont have nothing against you- but still i will not tell you- i am sorry.. Jeongin: whatever then..

another week had passed.. and you started to regret everything.. why didnt you just tell him? maybe hed accept it- maybe he wouldnt judge the fact that he is your crush.. because the fact that you didnt tell him.. it ruined everything. now jeongin himself avoids you.. did you hurt him? or is he just doing what you „ want “ him to do…

you felt so bad that after class you once again texted han jisung..

You: Jisung i messed up.. Jisung: I assume its about jeongin? You: yes it is… Jisung: alright..? You: i must have hurt him! Jisung: You are overreacting- You: no i am not!! Now HE avoids me!! And i did NOT want that to happen!! Jisung: Y/N just talk to him… and tell him everything- before you make it worse. You: HAN!! How do you imagine that?! If id randomly tell him its all because i have feelings for him!! I dont even want to know how he would react!!! Jeongin: YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON ME?!

this was the end… what happened?! where did he come from..? you took a look at the chat.. and realised, it was the groupchat all along. and the boys had been reading without saying anything.. ugh!! that is when you started to panic very badly.. you felt so bad all of a sudden.. what do you say now? what will jeongin say now? should you just leave the chat and block everyone? oh and change school!!

Seungmin: damn she died. Minho: ikr.. its been 10 minutes already- Chan: just leave her alone.. i guess she is still shocked- Hyunjin: she choose me over innie.. WHATEVER i love my maknae too! My two babys together would be double baby attack! Jeongin: hyung.. Felix: no but you shouldve told her its the wrong chat- Jisung: she shouldve been careful… and also- if i would this would still keep going. Felix: ye but its kinda rude.. Changbin: Poor her!! Chan: Guys lets just not talk in here for a bit- be respectful Seungmin: acting like she actually died now.. You: guys i wanna apologize.. this is really embarrassing right now- and jeongin- i am also sorry.. for acting like a little child Jeongin: No Y/N- its alright.. Hyunjin: no one ever had a crush on jeongin so hes probably happy right now….. Jeongin: hyunjiiin!! Jeongin: no but to make sure- so you ACTUALLY have a crush on me? And THAT is why you were avoiding me? You: Ye- Jeongin: thats kinda stupid.. usually people do everything to be closer to their crushes- and you were doing everything just to not see me. You: funny right- Jeongin: so you like LIKE like me fr? Minho: bro YES You: ye what minho said- Jeongin: someone can actually LIKE like me-? You: yes jeongin- Hyunjin: jeongin i see you typing.. stop typing.. stop asking these useless questions.. Jeongin: man.. what do i say then Jisung: INVITE HER ON A DATE!!! You: JISUNG?! Felix: why not.. that would be cute :3 ! Jeongin: Ye? Seungmin: ye. Jeongin: okey then Y/N- we should actually go on a date.. For you to make up for all the time you were avoiding me!! You: wait like an actual date date..? Minho: YES!! Gosh why are you both so stupid.. JISUNG: SAY YES SAY YES!!! You: wtf ofcourse id say yes!!?? Jeongin: really? Minho: JEONGIN YES!!! No i am seriously leaving.. Jeongin: omg thats insane- You: ikr.. Jisung: now kiss You and Jeongin: JISUNG!!

this is the end-! or atleast of this part- but i cant promise to do another part! only if people would actually want it. and also i want to say sorry for it being written so funny.. its my first ever small story! so please dont judge :>

if you actually like it ! then id be really happy! and i hope i will be able to improve and become better!!

thanks for reading till the end!

[deadlysoupy]

Oh, you're interested in Bumblebee's and Prowl's dynamic? I have some thoughts about it! I really need to make a GIF of Prowl telling Bumblebee that his students have really become the masters in the season 3 finale. It's VERY sweet and Bumblebee deserves the praise SO DAMN MUCH after all the shit he went through in the show. As someone who really loves Earthspark's Bumblebee, it just feels so nice to me that he got to hear that, especially from someone who doesn't really know much about Earth at all and has basically no context whatsoever!

I wasn't sure what to expect when Prowl joined the cast of Earthspark and if I even wanted him to be in the show at first, but I'm really happy with how he's changed some of the dynamics in the cast. While there were some issues caused by the Hate Plague, it's nice that Bumblebee is finally getting to interact with somebody who is treating him professionally with a lot of respect. I liked the moment when Bumblebee criticized Prowl in the finale too, and Prowl said he never meant to insult anybody. ~arceespinkgun

YES I'VE BEEN MEANING TO MAKE A POST ABOUT THEM SO I GUESS THIS IS AS GOOD OF A TIME AS ANY LMAO

you should make that gif bcs that moment in particular makes me SOFT. no one really praised Bee for mentoring sparklings (and doing it WELL i might add), no one really checked with him to make sure he was okay, and here Prowl is, coming in full-swing, after such a bitter reunion too (i have been thinking about how they'd greet each other normally bcs????? they haven't seen each other before the whole hate plague situation??? AND EVERYONE GOT A REUNION SCENE EXCEPT BEE?????)

and yes its sooo great to have Prowl in the show because it's someone with a fresh perspective on their situation, he's an unbiased source who's words have value, he's also basically carrying a piece of history with him since he didn't even change his cybertronian alt-mode, and he honestly brings so much good perspective into the show (even if it sometimes doesn't know what to do with it, which i can't really blame anyone for)

what i love in a Bee and Prowl dynamic tho is how they seem to support each other and not afraid to be judged? like they both make mistakes, of course, but neither Prowl nor Bumblebee shy away from giving critique, and that seems to be EXACTLY what Bee needed. he's basically in such high pressure all the time that he can't really take or give any feedback without sounding like he disrespects authority, which he almost never does, he just needs some help and for people to ACTUALLY TAKE HIM SERIOUSLY, which Prowl does with flying colours. he gives Bee the space to complain and doesn't actually dismiss him, like you said, that scene in the finale has me bawling my eyes out BECAUSE Bee can just give someone slack like that and they don't?? shoo him away???? Prowl actually apologises and considers his words. i bet if that happened to someone like Optimus they'd just give Bee a "we'll talk later" and then they never actually will, but Prowl takes the problem right here and now and kinda. takes the L. from Bee. there's a lot to be valued here and i love it

their sort of shared episode together when they, Thrash and Robby were searching for the source of the hate plague, showed their dynamic in a very cool way, i just loved seeing them interact (and i definitely didn't forget about the comment Prowl made under the hate plague ("A supposed top scout who has let me into countless ambushes" ARGJRGHSRHJFS ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING MEEEE))

honestly they just make me wonder about the spec ops of tfe and the relationship other bots could have with each other. im so glad he's here tbh

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

My fave trope idea for twst fics is that the world operates on disney logic and that yuu is just fully baffled by it

Like a villain is 1000% easily identifiable as a villain at first glance or clearly evil and everybodys like "he seems nice :)" and yuu is just ????????? (CoUGH the event on jp right now)

So for rollo to CAUSE problems for yuu to save yuu from, im expanding on that with the idea that yuu is absolutely 100% fucking aware of what rollo is doing. Like its obvious to them. But yuu is so used to having little care shown to them, that they let him and play along. Playing eachother sounds perfect for them.

Tbh I think about this a lot.

I keep imaging a Yuu with more prophetic dreams in TWST and shit and how funny it would be. Did you see how creeped Azul got when Rollo knew his exact glasses prescription?

Just imagine Yuu that has dreamed about NRC before and had visions about what people say. Imagine if you see Leona talk to his dumbass army like "they'll never see it coming." And then Yuu the next day is like "you know how it is, I never see anything coming" OR Leona gets defeated and Yuu is like "I did see it coming btw"

Just hinting that you seem to know more. "Okay three overblots in a row, next one is happening this break, not saying who it is tho" "pfft yeah right" and it happens.

"How did you know to rip Azuls contracts???"

"It was revealed to me in a dream"

Imagine hinting to Idia that you know he's related to STYX and he's sweating more bullets than the time you said you knew who is husbando is.

Or with this recent event you loudly say "oh what a cool guy, I sure hope he isn't evil and turns us into puppets or anything!!" And everyone's like "lol what" and then it happens and they're wondering how you knew. (You did not need visions for this event.)

[cosmorandom]

Man I still remember how much I fervently hated Dante the first time I encountered him, now he's one of my favorite characters and EnEi is how one of my top pairings as well..

Like it rlly went from "WOW this guys is an asshole, I want him out of my sight" >> "Ok he's kinda cool, I guess he and Eiden just hate-fuck??" >> "Cool backstory.. I'm not fully on board with him as a romance option tho" >> "ok he's funny" >> "I think I see the vision" >> "bro got layers, actually" >> "okay he's adorable" >> "alright. He's great actually, let me kiss"

Dante has become such a breath of fresh air for me. I love tsunderes and characters that have trouble voicing their emotions due to pride or fear (which is why I also adore Edmond), but the problem with that is that I end up seeing SO MANY characters that are just. Straight up assholes?? And I end up confused on why anyone would be attracted to them at all. Dante started off as that, a prick who just so happens to be very attractive, thus giving him a pass for people that I rlly don't understand.

BUT THAT CHANGED, BITCHES! I love Dante!!! His ego and self-confidence is backed up by his accomplishments and capabilities, his impatience and need for perfection is caused by him being a solitary and young ruler of a country, and- best part- he actually interacts pretty well with other clan members!! Usually, with characters like these, they're assholes to the main protagonist while basically being invisible to other character that aren't there to elevate them. But it isn't like that!!! Dante is respectful and doesn't belittle anyone unless they've done something to upset him, doesn't judge anyone upon first impression, he's straightforward and a bit blunt, but he's a nice dude.

But oh I love Dante most when he's with Eiden. I love the tiny arguments, I love the pettiness and I oh so love how down bad Dante actually is. He's good at composing himself and keeping himself together on the surface but it's easy to see just how much Eiden flusters him, how much Eiden occupied his mind and such. When Eiden shows him affection, it's not Dante flat out rejects it. He acts like he's rejecting, but more often than not he loses his mind over it. Dante adores Eiden so much I genuinely believe that if there is a talk about Dante needing to get married or produce an heir, Eiden would be the first person on his mind and he's going to hate (love) it. We already got Dante losing his cool when Eiden jokingly refers to himself as Dante's bride to rile him up, it's only a matter of time..

Tldr; Dante's great, actually and he should get married to Eiden as soon as possible for maximum EnEi cuteness

[nomsfaultau]

Honestly what would you put in a summoning circle or bait a trap to catch each of your Philzas. Not people that’s a bit to obvious for some. Ican think of at least two who would like this

I'm going to include just. Every Philza. So hold on to your seats-I read the no people line too late

Where do babies come from?: Summoned via a 20 pound note and cold slice of pizza. Philza is half asleep and just got up for a midnight snack. Might eat one of the ribbons tho!

Where, then, do you loyalties lie?: Summoning circle is from baby scp Tommy, who (((somehow???))) has figured out how to use Red to summon Dr. Minecraft. Initially the summoning ritual would be initiated from baby Tommy torture, but eventually he'd get summoned because Tommy thinks there's an anomaly under his bed, or wants to show Phil a cool bug he found, or because it would be funny. So, summon using Red.

Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy): Trap, bait is a golden apple. Easy. Next!

Where Hearts Roost: Canonically summoned by Tommy screaming for help. But, witches in general just seem to show up whenever someone needs to make a dark bargain. Appears in a flurry of crows and might force you to answer his riddles three before helping, because he is a mischievous twit like that.

Fault: Can canonically be summoned using his true name. So, find that and you're golden! He might freak out and kill whoever summoned him because that will cause him many problems. Could be baited with a wallet photo chain of his Collected. Like, he'd know it was a trap, but he'd walk into it for the lols.

The altars we sacrifice our futures on: Can probably be summoned by the goddess he serves, so if you can 1. Summon Kristin via lots of murder probably and 2. ask her very nicely to procure a Philza for you, that'll probably do it. Could also be baited if you give him a puntable Technoblade, because he loves their slightly lethal 'friendly' sparring matches. Or a nice cream pastry, you know how good delicious food hits at his age? Priceless. Would use blood magic to evade the trap tho.

116 East Normal Street: Bait with an ancient Chinese historical artifact that he lost three centuries ago. (or...potentially lost...? Unclear if he's immortal (and of what type???), or Techno just thinks Phil is an immortal who thinks he's also immortal?)

Worth far more than your weight in gold: Hehehee ribbons look like tasty worms. Could also bait [Philza] with any amount of yummy looking gold. Canonically gets baited with his wife + glass trap.

Lord, what fools these mortals be!: Can summon this Philza with his name as well. Can bait him with revealing the mysterious secrets of a PB and J. Or a new child to kidnap so he can stop thinking about the horrors of immortalitly.

Lighting lanterns to bring you home: no, probably can't. There's no summoning mechanic, and Philza is a crotchety old man who has survived by being suspicious of everything nad constantly expecting the gods to trick him. But symbolically, a lantern could do it.

A ghost is a tragedy reliving itself: Probably can be summoned with a bog standard ghost summoning technique (although deeply unclear that he's a ghost). Will require sacrificing a baby, who instantly is drained of all youth and crumbles into an old person and then at last to dust. Congrats, you have now summoned a baby vitality vampire/drainer/entity!

The Lambs Wolves Wear: Can bait him with one (1) of his real alive children or a monster killing item/weapon. Philza will construct an elaborate lie in order to excuse himself into taking the bait. Has a dissociative panic attack when the trap kicks in.

Of feathers and fawning: Bait with the chick screams of avian Tommy. Normal Philza would be sus as hell, but Bird Dad Instinct Phil has no such reservations and will immediately fly face first into a trap. Also down feathers....they're so cute-

Mandatory Family Reunion: Baby pictures of Techno are good bait. However. Philza literally first chapter walks in to pick up his drunk kid with 30 snipers called in and several guns on him. So, you can trap him, but it is incredibly ill advised.

Shred your wings to make you ours: Bait with the succulent smell of a dying avian Techno. So juicy, so tender. Or promise him the trapped spot is a sound proof place to take a quick nap.

Bunnyblade's 5 step plan to take over the world: Can probably summon him with carrots and lab chemicals. Or bait him by paying Technoblade 5 carrots to run to the trap site + promise of thwarting Phil once and for all, freeing the bunny, Philza immediately chasing down right into the trap, and then. IDK hoping your deed will be remembered favorably by the soon to be new rabbit overlord once Techno has accomplished world anarchy.

Your heart in my hands: Tubbo's blood. Although, you're far more likely to get vampire Tommy trapped first since Philza is old and has more self control.

and uhhhh wips bc I have no self control- working titles

Ash on my fingertips; Not on my soul: Potentially Philza is summonable with some mirrors or light refracting crystals. Can be baited with new research material but gooooood luck trapping him because. He's pretty much a hologram...?

Always at your side but never in your sight: Cool architecture blueprints. But Kristin will be assassinating you latter tonight.

Stanpire: Philza could be easily baited with clout chasing, high donos, and his cute new fledgling. But, ah- are you sure you want to die that brutally?

Zombie au: Well, brains, but Philza would feel really awful afterwards....