#the problem is I got all caught up in a concept that I came up for as a gift for someone i realized i should just stop bothering (D)

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Creativity demons please give me the energy to start a new painting tomorrow

[taintedcigs]

— cowboy hat rule.

pairing: cowboy!steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: smut, p in v, MINORS DNI!!!!, pet names, praising, kinda degrading but not really, a lil argument, dom!steve, rivals to fcking, swearing, good old bj for our good boy stevie! reader has a nickname 'sunshine' bc i didn't wanna do y/n sorry:(

summary: helping out mr. harrington in his ranch was supposed to be fun, but steve harrington was an asshole. an absolute pain in your ass that teased you, and you gave him the same energy back, always. so when you unknowingly wear his cowboy hat, he decides to teach you what exactly the cowboy hat rule is. (wc: 5k+)

author's note: this is just horny babbling. i have no idea how cowboy lore works so if im wrong pls just close ur eyes i tried to research but i couldnt find shit just pls i just want cowboy steve dick. and ofc no proof-reading bc im lazy as hell. no dividers ugly aesthetic bc of tumblrs f ass not showing my shit in tags SIGH.

also PLSSS LIKE + REBLOG + COMMENT TO SUPPORT ME MWAH ILY

When you told Mr. Harrington you’d be more than happy to help around his Ranch during the summer, you didn’t expect Steve to become a problem, but you were wrong, so fucking wrong. 

A cocky cowboy who’s way too into partying and into his looks and his fluffy hair than you could ever imagine. That’s exactly how you’d describe Steve Harrington. Even though you so badly wanted to believe otherwise, wanted to disregard the rumors and the reputation that came with him. But, he made it so goddamn hard. 

All he fucking did was tease you, complain. Order you around and act like you didn’t know how to do shit. And, you didn’t, but he was supposed to be your guidance, teach you. But all he did was grumble and give you that goddamned smirk. 

Yet, you couldn’t fully hate him, there was a side of him he rarely showed you, one that cared, one that offered you rides—it was more of a mumble each night but you accepted nonetheless, one that ended up at your side whenever an asswipe bothered you at the bar, one that offered you a hand on your back when you were crying, he didn’t ask what happened, didn’t speak, just stood there, letting you spill out your guts. The two of you never spoke about these incidents, ever, because he acted like they didn’t exist, like he couldn’t bear the thought of being nice to you. 

You were so fascinated by him, even though you’d never admit it out loud. He was charismatic, outright funny, and had a heart of gold that you only peered one layer of. 

And fuck it, he was fine, annoyingly good-looking that he was a distraction to be around when you were supposed to be working, him with those sturdy denim jeans that cupped his ass perfectly, wide-brimmed cowboy hat with a creased crown, put perfectly on his head. Even though you’d much rather see his pretty hair falling on his face, run your hands through his smooth layers.

Usually, when it got as hot as it did today, he’d even take off that stupid shirt, feast your eyes with his glimmering chest, all hairy and glistening with sweat, broad shoulders as he ordered everyone around made you gulp. Like he is doing with you, right fucking now. 

“Sunshine, get back to work.” Heat travels to your cheeks quickly, and that stupid nickname rolls off his lips so bitterly, the one he always called you just because you were all nice and smiley—even when he was being an asshole to you, something that grinded his gears, you guessed it was a foreign concept to him, being nice. 

You were quick to shake off the hold he had on you, getting back on your feet as you stood your ground. “I am working! Just needed a second to breathe!” The lies rolled off your lips so simply that you wondered if he caught you staring. When he turned around to leave, you guessed he hadn’t. 

“Asshole.” The insult leaves you before you can register how close Steve still was to you. 

Turning head-spinningly fast. “What did ya say?” He spits, making you gulp physically. 

He looks out of the world stunning when he’s mad, maybe it’s a toxic trait of yours but, fuck, the way his chocolate hues turn unrecognizable, that slight quirk of his brows, and the way his muscles flex in pure anger made you rub your thighs together. 

Jesus Christ. He is getting into your head, and you hate that you think of him this way when he is so mean. 

��Nothing! I’m just saying it’s really hot out today,” you hum, the sun rays hitting your face not making it easier on the heat that flame your cheeks. 

He gives you a snort, all mocking once he takes a step closer, making you feel hotter if that is possible. “Well that’s what happens in the summer, darlin’”

Hand on the wall he tilts his head slightly, all with sass that has you rolling your eyes. “Or did you expect the weather to give Miss Sunshine some sorta special treatment?”

You roll your eyes, an act you always did that makes Steve’s jaw clench. “Oh, come on Steve! It’s really, really, hot, and the sun is all on my face!”

“Boo-hoo, princess,” he mocks, tipping his hat, almost as if to tease you further.

You scoff, getting closer to him. “Easy for you to just stand around in that big hat!” With a narrowed gaze, you cross your arms against your chest, like a brat, another trait that annoyed Steve even further.

Then, you beam again, and Steve knows no matter how much you hate it, Sunshine is absolutely the nickname you deserve, eyes glistening with happiness that it annoyingly even brings a glint to his pretty amber hues. His gaze unintentionally droops down to tour lips, so plushy and soft looking when it curls into that pretty smile that Steve wants to kiss you all over. 

“Oh! Do you mind if I?” You ask all giggly, pointing toward his wide-brimmed hat, hand teasingly standing above his head. 

He scoffs as if you had just asked him the most insulting question ever. “Not a chance,” he spits, now he crosses his arms in front of his chest, eyeing you with a dark glint in his eyes, one you couldn’t decide was full of annoyance or just pure desire. 

“Mhmmm… okay,” you hum, feigning innocence for a second, before snatching it off his head with another hearty giggle.

Oh, what he would do to hear that on a loop, admire the way your lips stretched into the prettiest grin, brows quirked.

“Sunshine!” He chides, much rougher than he intends to, but you don’t pay attention to him when you place the hat carefully on your head, smoothing your hair.

You shrug, looking up at him with those doe eyes that have him melting, everytime, without fail. “Admit it, looks better on me.” You shrug, expecting him to agree.

Instead, he just offers you a deep sigh of breath, eyes almost widening when he realises what you just did. “Do you even—”

He huffs, hiding the obvious pink shade thats starting to color his cheeks, you really had no idea the hold you had on him, did you? “God, you city girls have no idea about anything, huh?”

Your brows furrow. “What?” 

“Cowboy hat rule?” He asks with a tilt of his head, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest.

A teasing smile curves on your plushy lips as you push for more information. “What’s that?”

“Just give me the hat back,” he insists, attempting to mask the warmth that crept into his tone.

With a shake of your head, your defiance only grows, a glint of mischief dancing in your gaze. “Not until you tell me the rules.” 

“Sunshine,” he warns, voice so grumbly that heat travels all over your body quicker than the sun burning you. 

“Steve?” You hum with a flirty gaze, so teasing that Steve wants to fuck you right then and there, until he teaches you proper manners, until he shows you not to be a total fucking brat and not to roll your eyes at him, until he shows you that you’re his. 

But, of course, he settles on a low grumble of, “You’re annoying.”

“You used to be more creative with the insults, Harrington.” Another teasing remark, and Steve rolls his tongue inside of his mouth. 

With a smirk, he takes another step toward you, when your back hit the walls of the barn, only then you realise, he has you cornered. “You wanna know the cowboy hat rule, princess?” He asks all smugly.

Gaze meaner than he is, chest almost pressed against yours, voice so low that all you can do is slightly nod. 

Your breath gets hitched in your throat when his face is mere inches away from yours, hot breath fanning against your cheeks, skin heating on the impact, that brattiness you wear as a mask quick to slip off when he’s all demanding. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy.” His tone is almost a growl, pupils blown wide, making you gulp, physically.

“What?” You blink, unsure of what he’s actually asking. Excitement jumping around in your tummy. 

“You heard me. Wanna take me for a ride, Sunshine?” He is so goddamn close that you are sure he can hear the annoying tumble your heart does at the weight of what his words hold. 

It makes you pause, gaze sticking on his, sometimes slipping away to his soft lips, almost to signal him of something, but all you can do is try to hide the embarrassment that burns your cheeks. 

“Didn’t think so,” he scoffs, backing away just slightly. 

His cowboy hat is too big on your head, tipping low over your eyes, possibly hiding your nervousness as you mutter, “What if I do?”

With a smooth motion, he flips it off from your head, holding it with his palm, away from you. “Get back to work, Sunshine.”

“I’m serious—”

“So am I, those horses ain’t gonna straddle their strap themselves, off. to. work,” he hisses, turning to leave.

You huff, heat still burning off your cheeks, more embarrassed than annoyed, yet you still don’t have it in yourself to let it go, you can’t let him have this. Win this.

Quick to snatch the hat back, “So the hat rule is, wear the cowboy hat, ride the cowboy, huh?” You mumble behind him, your voice failing you, yet you appear to be giggly, and Steve heaves a deep sigh of breath, before fully turning to you.

He halts a bit when he sees you once again, in his hat, tipped low, that stupidly addicting smirk gracing your slightly-open lips, hand on your hips, and all he wants to do is fuck you till you lose that attitude of yours. 

“Stop,” he warns, taking a step closer to you but with a shake of your head you back away, and he sighs, loud and annoyed. 

“Gimme that, sunshine!”

“Nuh-uh.” All teasing and bratty, and grating on Steve’s last nerve. You know this, yet you wanna keep pushing him, further and further, until he snaps, until he can’t take it anymore. You have no reason to do this, you’re supposed to hate him, think of him as an annoying asshole.

But the two of you are finally tethering on that line, the line between purely teasing each other out of spite, to teasing each other out of flirting, you know that, and you don’t wanna take a step back. “Prove it.”

You are all up in his face, and all he can do his roll his eyes, cheeks beetle red, frustration worn on his face. “Knock it off.”

You tut gently, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “Not until you—” Your words are interrupted quickly when he snatches up the hat from your head in annoyance, making you gasp when he discarded it easily.

“Get back to work!” His voice raises, and it makes you take a deep breath.

Shit, did you fuck this up?

“What?” You question, entire body feeling dizzy. He takes a step closer.

“You heard me.”

Another step closer, his breaths come out in short gasps, frustration taking over him. “Get back to fuckin’ work, before I can’t stop myself.”

He is close. Too fucking close, and you can’t help the way your gaze droops down to his soft lips, slightly parted open, downturned from frustration. God, you realize how hot he is when he is angry, once again. “F—from what?”

He hesitates, before licking his lips. This is it. He wants, no, he desperately needs you. Needs to put you to your place. Teach you what happens to bratty girls like you. Show you what exactly the stupid rule is. “From fucking you in this goddamn barn.”

You release the breath you’ve been holding back, feeling small, so small under his gaze. Mouth hanging open, and all you want is him to pin you against the wall, have you screaming out his name. “From making sure I show you how the goddamn cowboy hat rule works.”

Your back is plastered against the wall, his hands are by your side, you are caged beneath him, chest rising in anticipation. “Is that what you want, honey, think you can handle all of that?” He’s so smug, and you don’t know what overtakes you when he’s all in control like this, you wanna obey him, make him happy, proud, so you bite back on your insults.

His smirk is dangerously alluring, and you’re under his spell. 

“Please,” you beg, heat finds your cheeks again, you hate the hold he has on you.

He barks out a chuckle, so mean, yet as equally hot. “Please, what? Speak up,” he spits, rolling his tongue inside of the roof of his mouth, lips wearing a smirk.

“Ruin me,” your voice is small, meek, yet it makes him groan. 

You’re such a good girl for him, and he wants nothing more than to ruin you. Fully. Completely. Ruin you for every other man. 

His head ducks down to your neck, leaving a sloppy kiss before leaning into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “Goddamit darlin’, you gonna be the death of me, huh?”

You don’t—you can’t answer, you’re speechless, rubbing your thighs together desperately, seeking some friction, a touch, anything. 

He levels with you again, dangerous gaze on your lips, fingertips brushing against your cheeks teasingly “You know what I always wanted to do, sunshine?” He coarses lowly. 

“W—what?” You ask with a gulp, lips twitching with need. 

He gives you another grin, that asshole. The pad of his thumb slowly caressing your lips now, making you shiver with hunger. “Always wanted to put you to your place, you and that damn smart mouth, always runnin’ it for no good reason. I’d give you a good reason for those pretty lips, huh? Use it the way I wanna use it, fill it the way I wanna feel it,” he grunts like he said the most normal thing, yet you’re already squirming, wanting to open your lips, take his fingers in your mouth and suck on them, show him how much of a good girl you can be for him.

He has you on such a hold already, and you can’t complain. For someone who seemed to be annoyed—hell, even hated him a few minutes ago, you feel crazy, batshit insane, all you want is him.  

His fingertips play with your lips all teasingly, pupils blown wide, the other hand caresses your hair so possessively that you melt into his touch. “You gonna be good for me sweet thing?”

He doesn’t have to ask you twice. “Y—yes, sir.”

Sir. 

Godfuckingdammit. You don’t know the hold you have on him, do you?

He bites back on the moan that rumbles in his throat, instead settling on a, “Good girl.” Your puppy dog eyes glint at the praise, and he makes a mental note of it. . 

“Get on your knees f’me, darlin’,” he grumbles, and you’re quick to obey, not minding the uncomfortable feeling of the wooden floors scraping your knees, or the fact that anyone might’ve walked in, the door was locked, and there was probably no one around yet Mr. Harrington might’ve returned to the ranch at any moment. But he made you feel safe, somehow. 

You look up at him with those doe-eyes again, making him suck in a breath before he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them off his hips, boxers so tight around his hard cock that he grunts involuntarily.  

Your eyes go wide the second his erection springs free, almost hitting the tip of your nose, red, angry and leaking with pre-cum, he lets out a chuckle at your expression before grabbing the base of his cock. 

Same eyes, looking up at him all hungrily, Steve feels the way blood rushes quickly to his cock, making him harder if that's even possible, with a groan he runs the leaking tip across your lips. “Open up.”

Your hand replaces his quickly, and he runs his fingers through several strands of your hair, teaching you how exactly he wants you. 

You open your mouth wide, just like he likes it, tongue giving his slit kitten licks, moaning at the taste of his salty pre-cum, wrapping your plushy lips around his thick head, and sucking the life out of him, determined, and feigning innocence with the soft gaze you held. 

Head thrown back, heavy boots planted on the harsh ground, he lets out a low groan, stroking your hair all softly. “Look at you s’pretty like this for me.”

His hand wraps tighter around your hair, pushing you onto him, making sure you gag a little and that only spurs you on, making you whine around his cock, the sound reverberating through his chest. “Cat got your tongue, darlin’?” He chuckles all meanly. 

“God, do you have any idea how many times I wanted to shut up that bratty mouth like this?” He asks with grunts leaving his open mouth, hand working harshly around your head, mouth feeling like heaven the more you bob around his thick length, struggling to take all of him. 

“Those pretty lips are—mmpf, shit—better stuffed with my cock than being a spoiled lil’ city girl runnin’ her mouth, ain’t that right, baby?” You nod meekly, angelic eyes seeking for his validation before you flatten your tongue around the sensitive part of his tip, struggling to take all of him in your mouth. Earning guttural moans, eyes squeezed shut as he feels your soft lips wrapped around him again.

“Fuck, sweet thing.” You can feel his filthy grunts straight in your core, all low and lewd that you almost moan around him again, he puts one hand on the wall, helping himself to better move in and out of your throat. 

He knows if you keep this up, he’ll cum right and there, and fuck, he needs that. But he needs to be inside of you more. 

You keep up your stroking, now adjusting yourself properly to start licking and sucking on his balls. “Sunshine, you need to s—stop,” the words barely leave his lips, he so doesn’t want you to stop. But, he needs to cum inside of you. 

Yet, you don’t listen to him as your movement speeds up, determined to feel his load warming your throat, make him proud, and your mouth bobs harder around his length, making him growl at you harshly. “Sunshine,” he warns, pulling you by your hair. 

You’re quick to take a deep breath of air once he pulls you off, looking up at him with the perfect innocent eyes, your lips wearing the prettiest pout. “Was that not good for you, Stevie?” 

Stevie. That nickname makes his head spin faster, all he wants to do is fuck you against those stupid rustic walls, have you screaming out for him, the whole ranch filled with your filthy noises, no one was around anyway.

“You kiddin’, sweetheart?” He gives you a chuckle, wrapping his hands around your jaw, pulling you off the floor. 

“You were fuckin’ amazing,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you, tasing the salty semen on your tongue. 

His hands are quick to travel along to your waist, fingertips finding their way onto your panties rather quickly, earning a gasp out of you. “Need to be in here first, honey.”

You nod, so quickly that you can feel him grinning into the kiss, his hands are everywhere, yours are more or less the same, quick to get rid of his top, to feel his toned chest in your soft hands, your top is sprawled right next to his, revealing your pink and gold bra at him, breasts peeking out just enough to have him groan, big hands quick to get rid of them. 

He has you caged against the amber walls, back hitting the rough material, making you hiss. Your skin heats at the impact, it’s filthy, lewd, and so public, but none of you even care enough to break the kiss. He settles between your thighs, his pants drooped to his ankles, hands rubbing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The sight of you so easily submitting to him, makes his cock grow harder than he thought was possible, looking so ethereal that Steve forgets all about everything else. “Sunshine,” he breathes, hands fiddling with the hem of your panties. 

“Mhmm,” is all you can muster, legs slightly open for him, and he almost feels possessive over you, it’s entirely stupid, but he looks so fucking alluring with those dark chestnut eyes, layered hair a mess, and cock weeping entirely with the thought of you. 

His thumb runs over the seam of your pussy, just a glimpse of how his fingers are going to ruin you, and you pulse and clench against him already. Wet. Drenched. And all ready to take him. “You’re soaked,” he groans.

Leaning further into your ear, “is that all for me, honey?” he rasps, desperate, needing your confirmation. 

Heat grows in your cheeks faster than a scorching day in July, and he grins, again, all cocky and proud. “Yes,” you admit meekly, and Steve’s quick to kiss your worries away. 

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he growls, swirling your wetness up and around your slit, almost toying with you, having you desperately mewl for him. 

He can’t put his finger on it, what it is that draws him this much into you, but he’s hooked, so goddamn obsessed that he feels like an idiot, for being this much of an asshole, for acting like a grade school boy who’s pulling the pigtails of his crush. Like a stupid cliche. 

“Stevie.” That nickname, again. Godfuckingdammit, Steve thinks. You have him so wrapped around your finger, it’s like a prayer, and he’s sure you’re not aware of it. And it drives him even crazier. “Please.”

“Talk to me.” His voice is low, lips now nipping at your neck, suckling, giving you all the marks you need. 

“I need you,” you hum, eyes squeezed shut, desperate. His finger discard your panties and slide easily inside of you, your back is fully dipped into the well-worn walls with how good he feels, his thick fingers making their way in and out of your soppy cunt, whines leave your lips faster than you can comprehend. 

“Ruin me, Steve, fully, completely.” You don’t know how those words leave past your lush lips, but your thighs ache with need, cunt throbbing for him and him only. 

His eyes widen quickly, pure hunger quick to fill his veins, mouth hanging open, curses leaving his lips at how forward you are being. “Show me the cowboy hat rule, sir.” 

Steve all but groans, mouth harshly on yours again, chests pressed together and you can feel how hard he truly is, rock stiff, and aching to be inside of you. The sheer size of how he feels against your thighs almost makes your eyes bulge again. 

His fingers stop moving in and out of you, before you can whine, he spins you around so fast that you gasp loudly, hands immediately plastered on the wall, pleasure and excitement fills your tummy, but the fact that he’s seeing you all vulnerable like this is embarrassing enough that you try to close your legs. 

He’s quick to stop you with a grin, rough hands landing on the back of your thighs, spreading them open while tutting you. “Nuh-uh. Don’t get all shy now, princess. Spread them open f’me.” You spread them a little, cunt throbbing with how close his fingers are. 

He groans again once he fully gets a view of you like this, face down, ass up, your pussy slicked with your juices, at his mercy. “‘M gonna ruin you, honey, don’t you worry.” A dark chuckle barks out from his chest, sending chills down your spine, almost making you whine. 

Fuck. 

His hands are rough when he has you by your waist, bruising almost. Lining his cock in front of your slick core, he swipes the head of his reddened tip inside of you with one forceful thrust. Your plushy lips open slightly, stealing your breath away as you try to adjust to his size.

Shit, shit, shit, he feels even better than you fucking expected.

His cock splits you open, filling every goddamn inch of you. You don’t know how many times you thought this, but, shit, he’s as big as the gossip in this small town says he is. 

His thrusts are slow, grunts so loud and heavenly that it spurs you on more and more. His weight on you, the bruising hold. You feel him everywhere. On your back, hips, and fucking inside of you.

“F-fucking, fuck!” he growls, leaving nibbles all over your shoulder and back, even with the fact that this was Steve, and he was rough and filthy, it was wildly intimate, so wildly intimate that you could feel your heart pounding inside of your chest. 

“How are you this fuckin’ tight, s-sweetheart?” One of his hands travel up to your neck, roughly holding you down, hips slamming into you with such force that you cry out.

He watches the way his girthy cock disappears in and out of you, wetting himself with your juices, filling every inch of you. “Doin’ s’good for me, princess.” His praises are heavenly, making your chest swell with pride.

He moves inside of your soppy cunt with short thrusts. Completely bottomed out, thrusting against the same sensitive spot every time as his balls, heavy with cum grind against your clit, with each movement, making you cry out his name, babbles leaving your mouth. “Yeah, you like this don’t ya? Want me to ruin this slutty pussy, huh? Ruin it for every other men?”

You nod all dumbly, yet, it isn’t enough for him. He wants to hear you, have you scream it out. “Say it, sweet thing, fuckin’ say it,” he groans, coarse voice making tingles appear everywhere on your skin. 

“I-I love it, Stevie, want you to ruin me for everyone else, mmpf,” you moan all fucked out, eyes rolled all the way back to your head, hips desperately grinding against him for some more friction. 

He picks up his pace, fucking into you with reckless abandon.“F-fuck doll, won’t last if you keep runnin’ that dirty mouth.” 

But his words just encourage you to keep going, gasps coming out in short breaths as you manage to drive him crazier. “All yours, sir, all yours.” 

He grunts at that, one of his arms snaking around and under your hips to find a better angle, lifting you up so that he can fuck his cock deeper into you, make you feel how fucking big he really is. “That’s right, baby, it’s all fuckin’ mine.”

Hot tears spill down your cheeks, entire body burning with it. The slick sounds of his hips driving into you, your moans, his low groans are all that fill the room. So fucking filthy, and you can feel yourself clenching around him. 

It’s all too much; his hands everywhere, the lewd noises he makes, how deep his girthy cock is bottomed out inside of you, making you feel every ridge. It’s fucking perfect, and you desperately need to cum. 

And of fucking course, Steve can feel your pussy gripping him, so tight that he knows he’s gonna cum right after you do. “Gonna cum f’me, huh? Such a good girl,” he praises, again, knowing the effect it has on you and all you can do is gasp and weakly nod. 

One of his thumbs quickly finds your clit, making your pussy throb around him in pure ecstasy, all the overstimulation enough to have you crying like a bitch in heat. “Give it to me, angel,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses everywhere on your skin.   

His movements pick up, padded thumb rubbing circles around your clit, the other hand landing on your nipples, twisting them while pumping into you, it’s all too much that it makes you sob and beg for him. 

“Cream my cock, let me ruin you completely, darlin’” It’s all the confirmation you need as your orgasm builds and washes through you, body exploding with pleasure, spreading through your skin as you scream out his name. 

Your pussy squeezes and pulses around his cock, and he fucking knows, he won’t last, not in the slightest. “S-shit, sweet thing, gonna make me cum with all those filthy noises.” 

“Want that, honey, hmm? Wanna be filled with my cum? Show everybody in this town who owns ya? Owns this tight lil’ cunt?” He feels it, that pure hunger for you over taking him, coarse voice, dark eyes, like a man possessed. His fingers dig further into your skin as he desperately chases his orgasm, enjoying the sloppy sounds your pussy makes as he drives into you.

“P-please, Stevie, n-need your cum,” you weakly hum. And it fucking breaks him. Hips losing all rhythm when he spills his warm load into you, twitching inside of you once he pumps you full of his cum. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Sunshine,” he breathes, collapsing on your back, both of you trying to come down from the high. He slips free of you slowly, his cum dripping down your thighs, making him grin proudly. 

“S-steve,” you weakly murmur, collapsing in his arms. He holds you down, slight kisses left on your back, delicate in a way you have never seen him before. Yet, the two of you don’t mention it, “let me take you home,” he mutters, a gentle hold on you that makes you feel warm.

“N-no.”

“No?” Intrigued, his breath gets caught in his throat, the look you give him is so sultry that the blood rushes to his cock in an instant again. Fucking fuck, what have you done to him.

“We still haven’t followed the rules,” you purr sweetly, causing him to raise his brows in excitement, tempting him further and further. 

“The rule was wear the hat, ride the cowboy, wasn’t it?” You question with a slight grin, eyes lulled, still fucked out. 

Your fingertips gently grazed against his chest, hairy and slicked with sweat, his sudden dominance fading when you were so quick to switch from begging to cum underneath him to gaining that flirty, giddy personality again. Already leaving him a mess. “Y-yeah,” he murmured, watching you hungrily, his cock already weeping again. 

“Then, sit down and lemme take care of you, cowboy,” you ordered again, shuddering breaths leaving him in an instant.   

Now you were going to ruin him.

Fully.

Completely.

And Steve couldn’t be more infatuated. You were truly his demise.   

[mypoisonedvine]

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!” with neil lewis? 😏

oh my god not me seeing the notification which just said "anon asked YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED" and being so concerned and confused lmao like who has naked pics of me

BUT ANYWAYS. neil my beloved. (i didnt use the exact dialogue from the prompt just like the concept)

warnings: 18+ only!! SMUT!!!, rough sex, some degradation, some hair pulling, punishment but like it's not that serious, facial, established relationship

"The fuck were you thinking?" he spat, one hand pulling down your pants while the other kept you bent over the end of the couch.

I was thinking you'd come right home and beat it up like it owes you money, you thought, and it looks like I was right.

"Wasn't thinking," you answered quickly instead, arching your back as he yanked your underwear out of the way and roughly shoved two fingers into you. "Fuck!"

"Oh, that's too much?" he scoffed. "Cause you wanted a whole lot more than this, didn't you? You were just texting me while I was at work about how-- what did you say exactly-- how you wanted my thick cock stretching you open?"

"Y-yeah, something like that," you mumbled with a smirk-- as much as you could smirk with your face pressed into the sofa cushion.

"So two fingers shouldn't be a problem," he decided, "and you're fucking soaked, too-- even more than in that picture you sent. Fuck, babe, somebody could've seen--"

"Did they?" you asked coyly.

"You say it like you almost wish they had," he noticed. "Are you that much of a slut, you want the guys at the store to see you like that?"

"N-no, but it would be kinda hot if you got caught," you admitted. "If they knew why you rushed home, if they knew how bad I need you..."

"Well, I don't know about them," he decided as he took his fingers out and began to open his jeans, "but the neighbors are sure as hell gonna know who's giving it to you."

He made good on that promise within a few minutes-- if not just from the way you screamed his name as he fucked you so hard, then from your couch scraping across the floor from how brutally he slammed into you.

"This what you wanted?" he taunted proudly, holding you down and watching you nod quickly. "You're such a tease-- getting me turned on at work like that, I shouldn't be giving you what you want-- but fuck, I want you too. I was hard as a fucking rock as soon as you sent me that, you're so fuckin' dirty, babe..."

"Gonna come," you admitted with a gasp. "Fuck, Neil, baby, m'gonna fucking come--"

"Then do it," he snapped, hips clapping on your ass as he went even faster. "Fucking come, come for me--"

Your back arched but he kept your head down; you sobbed loudly, more than enough to be heard through your apartment's thin walls, but you didn't care at all. Digging your fingers into the couch cushions under you, you felt everything in your body tense up all at once as heady pleasure coursed through you. Even knowing how needy you'd been-- you wouldn't have texted him something like that for nothing-- it had hit you faster than you expected.

You thought he might mock you for it, but he didn't, and a few seconds later you realized why: because he was in no place to judge.

You whimpered a little when he pulled out, even moreso when he tugged on your hair a bit. "Get up, get on your knees," he ordered quickly as he stepped back, "gonna cover that pretty face."

It was harder than it sounded, you were so fucked out and not especially balanced, but you did as you were told, crouching down and kneeling in front of him as he stroked his cock quickly.

"Knew you could be a good girl," he praised, "fuck, hold still--"

You weren't really moving much, but he still grabbed onto your hair and used it to hold your face where he wanted as he jerked off over it-- and he came with a deep groan and warm ropes that covered your face. You hummed happily, flinching and shutting one eye at some point when it his come almost landed on it, but waited patiently until he'd squeezed the last drop out and tapped it on your lips. He looked so damn good like that: a little sweaty and a lot disheveled, catching his breath with his lips slack and his eyes heavy.

"Fuck," he said lowly one more time, admiring how well he'd ruined you. "Stay right there. I think it's my turn to take a picture."

[openconceptpanicroom]

IMAGINE BEING AN: American student at JJK

2006!Geto x fem!reader

2006!Gojo x fem!reader

Summary: Your first few months as an American at Tokyo Jujutsu High. Shoko is the best.

Note: fluff, hints of pining, flirting, culture clash antics.

Coming in as the new girl is never easy. Especially not when you’re in a completely different country with different social norms and rules.

Sure, your Japanese was passable, but you weren’t conversational yet. And there were so many rules to follow when speaking to someone. It was enough to make you mute for the first two weeks of school. Sometimes guys would approach you and you would get excited, thinking they were flirting with you… only to find out they wanted you to tutor them in English. Other students were nice enough to only talk about you behind your back. American bullies are way more straightforward. It was sorta refreshing to just be politely shunned as opposed to being loudly excluded like you were used to.

The first person to be nice to you was Ieiri Shoko. She was laidback, knew a surprising amount of English, and could see you needed a friend. She taught you better phrases to use in conversation, “So you won’t sound like a freakin’ textbook,” she’d say. You started hanging out with her outside of class too. Shoko knew good places to eat and spots in Tokyo that weren’t terribly crowded. The only problem(s) were those two guys she had hanging around her all the time.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

Those two were the superstars of the school. Two students who were guaranteed to be the strongest sorcerers alive once they graduated. Everyone adored them, except for a few sensible people. You would ask about them sometimes. Mainly things like: “Are they like, always like that?” or “How do you stay sane around them!?”

Geto was polite. You could say that much. Other than that, you found him very intimidating. This tall, lanky young sorcerer with piercing dark eyes and that mocking smirk. He had some, uh, interesting thoughts about America. Nothing you hadn’t heard before. Americans were lazy, arrogant, thought the world revolved around them. What irked you was when he said that American sorcerers “mix too much,” with ordinary folk. The day you caught him staring at you, you left class to “go to the bathroom,” and just didn’t come back. It took a long chat with Shoko to be convinced he wasn’t going to corner you in an alley and kill you. Geto would speak to you only in Japanese, and he would speak slowly. Like you were an idiot. The nicest thing he had said to you in those early days was a bit conceited. He’d complimented you by saying, “I’ve heard of your family. They’re a modest bloodline, I wouldn’t have assumed you came from them… they must be proud of you.”

Gojo was the most irritating. Surprisingly loud and cocky, totally unlike most of the boys you had met so far. And, unlike most boys, he would not stop pestering you about American pop-culture. He knew absolutely no English, except for dated quotes or catchphrases from movies. Sometimes he would shout your name just so he could say something corny like, “Stay golden, Ponyboy.” You were certain he was making fun of you. And, like Geto, you were very intimidated by the most powerful student in school.

He also had no concept of personal space and had made it his mission to get you to talk. Which meant a lot of him popping up out of nowhere and slinging an arm around you. There were a lot of jealous girls that assumed you were dating. All he wanted was to have bragging rights that he got you to talk. Needless to say, Gojo was devastated when he found out Shoko was talking to you outside of class. It had been a nice day, Shoko was going to meet up with you at a park to get sorbet and chat. Then Gojo found her.

“She talks to you? To you?!” Birds took off to the skies. An elderly woman shot him a dirty look, dropping her handful of birdseed before hobbling away.

Shoko took a drag of her cigarette, “Yup.”

Gojo flopped down onto the seat next her. She hoped he wouldn’t be too obnoxious, this was a public park “But I was supposed to be the one to break down her walls!”

“Maybe if you weren’t so pushy, she would talk to you,” she deadpanned.

They continued to bicker, with Gojo insisting he had been nothing but an excellent ambassador of good will and Shoko calling him an idiot. You had showed up to hang out with Shoko, only to freeze when you saw Gojo. Just as you tried to sneak off, you bumped into Geto. This casual hangout with Shoko had turned into a foursome and neither boy was letting you weasel out of it.

Thankfully, Shoko kept you calm enough to have a good time.

With how sheltered Gojo had been, there were aspects of his own culture that were novel to him. There were lots of movies and tv shows that were new to you both. Not to mention junk food. Gojo needed Shoko to help him translate certain things, but he was actually a fun guy. He kept you laughing most of the time. If only he would stop hugging you from behind like he was your boyfriend. Geto was quiet, trying to absorb the sound of your voice. Listening to how you pronounced words in English and Japanese. He would never say it out loud, but he found your interest in the temples and folklore to be cute. He did join Gojo in teasing you. Both boys tried to get you to call them by their first name. Insisting “No, no! It’s fine! No need to be formal. We’re all friends now, right?”

You took a swig of yuzu flavored cream soda and said in Japanese, “I know what first names mean here. We aren’t close enough for that, people at school would think we’re dating.” With a pout you added in English, “And no hot guy is worth getting torn to shreds by a jealous fan club.”

Geto only leaned down to you, smirking as he said, (in English) “Then you can call me Suguru… in private.”

You gagged on your drink. This was how you found out Geto Suguru knew five different languages fluently. Gojo begged Geto and Shoko to translate what was said. You just focused on calming down. What a lovely start to an awkward friendship.

[phoenix-bleh]

Got idea for an intresting self aware au fic thing! A concept I did with friends but want to see your take on it! Not quite a single self aware cookie run character x reader but...here it is. My idea!

Self aware cookie run x very anxiety-ridden reader! Like having a habit of overthinking and yeah lol!

Imagine...y/n knows the Kingdom story and loves the game and the characters buuuuut when they are taken into world...they are TERRIFIED because of dark enchantress, the war and fighting and conflict going on and is terrified of being dragged into it so probably freak out at first about being out into the game like "ok i didn't know I was gonna get possibly killed by cookies of darkness today!"

Buuuuuut over time they learn from experience that things aren't as they seem. seems like all the conflicts have calmed down ever since y/n appeared and no there are no more of the usual story conflicts...instead, it's just the silly conflict of who can spoil y/n better and everyone focuses on making y/n happy and comfy and relaxed rather than trying to tear eachother a new one.

Example (just to demonstrate well..what problems y/n worries about vs. What they actually face. Just to give you a sample.)

Worry: y/n thinks they have to worry about dark enchantress taking them hostage and being treated badly as a hostage....

Reality: y/n if...really big if since they know kidnapping causes anxiety, dark enchnteress decides to take em as a hostage...y/n just had to worry about what snacks they are gonna choose to much on while watching their favorite movie while waiting for the good cookies to rescue em.

Worry: pure vanilla and shadow milk fight and being caught in crossfire.

Reality: pure vanilla and shadow milk have competition on who can make y/n their favorite breakfast dish the best! Winner gets to cook y/n breakfast!

Tldr: anxiety y/n gets dragged into cookie run world and gets scared because they think they will be doomed via plot because of the fighting always going on in it. Lucky for them...cookies won't let plot lay a finger on y/n and just want to spoil y/n rotten!

Self aware CRK x Anxiety! reader

Good luck trying to survive when you got a bunch of cookies wanting your attention 👍

warnings: you get spoiled to death

You don’t know why or how you ended up here in the game Cookie Run Kingdom but here you are. You were surrounded by the many cookies excited to meet you and you were just standing there confused out of your mind. Looking at all the cookies in front of you you realized you were actually here, in real life, and this wasn’t a dream. You let that sink in and on the inside you were screaming.

You knew about the game and you KNEW the story that came with the game. You loved the game, it was amazing, but the conflict that you might get dragged into scared you to the core. Not to mention you were in the middle of the Dark Flour war. What if that was still happening right now?? You were not in the mood for dying today.

The fear in your face was not unnoticed by one of the Ancients, Pure Vanilla Cookie walked up to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You flinched at his touch and turned to look at him. “y/n are you alright? Is this all too much for you?” His face held genuine worry for you. You put your head down a little “Is…is the war still going on?” you asked him quietly. He still heard you and rubbed your shoulder for comfort “Unfortunately yes, but no need to worry dear if any harm were to come to you we promise to keep you safe at all cost.” 

You wanted to thank him for the reassuring words but if you were being honest they really didn’t work that much. However after some time being here most of the major conflicts started dying down just because of you existing. Even Dark Enchantress Cookie stopped focusing on trying to take over all of Earthbread and started focusing on trying to steal you and spoil you. Which is weird since it seems like something she wouldn’t do but here you are. 

She just kidnapped you and obviously you were terrified of what she could possibly do to you. She could do anything she wanted to you since you were way weaker than her and just thinking about it made you shake in terror. You were then placed in a big room with a bed and one of your favorite movies/shows and Dark Enchantress standing next to you asking you if you needed anything. You looked like a deer in headlights and just said you wanted a glass of milk. She then told her followers to go fetch you a glass of milk. Now you were just sitting here with a bunch of blankets and pillows surrounding plus the dark cookies huddled up next to you with a bunch of snacks all over the floor. You were waiting to see if anyone would come and save you just in case she change her act and decided she wanted to torture, but that was just your thoughts

It wasn’t just her either, almost every cookie fought over to see who could spoil and treat you the best.

During the expedition of Beast-Yeast you were freaking out about the conflict that Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk might have and how much destruction it might cause. Also if Shadow Milk Cookie won you knew for a fact you were all dead. Noooooo it was nothing like that at all. They fought over your attention and for some reason had a cooking contest, out of all things, to see who could serve you the best. You can say you were pretty confused and now you have two cookies in front of you shoving each other so you could eat their food first.

When you met Wildberry Cookie and Crunchy Chip Cookie at the same time you were sure they were gonna argue with each other about something and you did not want to be caught up in their fighting. Too bad you were and they were fighting over who could protect you from danger better. If you were being honest you were just thankful they cared about you but you were definitely not expecting this much attention.

You thought you were gonna be caught in the terrible scary plot in this game and get yourself killed. Lucky you though none of the plot ever touched you because everyone was too busy trying to please you and keep you happy. Which apparently is way more important than anything else, but hey at least you know you're not dying anytime soon besides being spoiled to death.

[sexlapis]

just thinking abt corporate!reader & her goth!wife mikasa :3

female!reader, short fic, flirty coworkers, fluff, crack, wife!mikasa

wc: idk just read it damn

you were a diligent, serious worker but you’d never be caught working overtime in a place like that. you would never work longer than you had to, you don’t give a fuck about your job, or any company that much. the job wasn’t exactly exciting or difficult, but the salary was absolutely ridiculous for such simple tasks and you just can’t say goodbye to this lifestyle, really. it is easy, stable and comfortable and you really cannot ask for anything else.

you always kept to yourself and minded your own business but, unfortunately for you, the men you worked with were not familiar with such a concept.

when you started you job, your male coworkers found no problem or shame in flirting with you. and now, with the new, simple yet expensive golden wedding band on your finger…they still had no problem flirting with you.

you sit at your desk typing away, when all of a sudden, your coworker, sam, appeared out of nowhere like a bunny in a top hat.

“hey!” he spoke, far too loudly for the environment you were in.

“…hi.”

“how are you?” sam leans on your desk, shifting it in a way which will irk you for the rest of this painful interaction.

you look up at him, mouth streamline and eyes blank. “i’m fine, thank you,” you make a point of not asking how he is before raising your eyebrows and looking at your desk computer, “got work to do.”

“yeah,” he chuckles, biting his lip, “so listen…”

oh no.

“so i’ve been thinking…”

please, stop.

“i think we get along really well and i’m just wondering…”

god, help me.

“…if maybe we could go out sometime,” he finishes, smirking all of his ivory, hyper-perfect, white teeth at you. he stares at you, awaiting your answer.

you sigh. he sees so confident. it was sad.

you fiddle with your watch and begin your awkward rejection, “look i-”

a voice calling out your name is heard as you spin around in your squeaky desk chair and a few feet away, stands your wife, mikasa.

what is she doing here?

next to her is the receptionist, you smiles at you and nods to mikasa before walking away.

mikasa is dressed to the nines, as she always is.

she is decked out in an all-black outfit - her toned arms, decorated with lace sleeves, snug at the top and loosening out as the fabric goes on. a corset adorns her waist, peppered with lace accents and it emphasises the pale expanse of her upper breasts that are on display for everyone to see. her lower half is draped in a long, slightly billowed out skirt and platform boots cover her feet, making her almost tower over everyone.

mikasa walks over to you, unbothered by all the eyes on her. in her hand is a small container, one that you assume carries your lunch. she leans down and kisses you cheek, surely staining your skin with scarlet. you feel heat on your face. you’re pretty sure nobody is working at this point.

“hi ♡.” mikasa greets, a soft smile on her lips.

“hi-mikasa, what are-” you stand up swiftly, looking around your small work area, noticing how your colleagues are simply pretending to work, “what are you doing here? i said i’d meet you outside.”

“you were taking a while. the receptionist noticed and asked who i was waiting for. she let me come up here.”

“yeah, but-”

“but what?”

you huff and glance behind you.

sam, your flirty coworker who cannot take a hint, stands there like a buffoon, mouth agape and just watching you and mikasa interact. mikasa says a small “hello” to him and he responds with a dumb wave.

you roll your eyes. then you notice the food container in mikasa’s hands. she has a new set of nails too. “is that my lunch?”

“yes, that’s why i came here. you forgot it.”

you take it out of her hands, graceful. “thank you, baby…new nails too, i see?”

mikasa blushes, eyes knocking to the side. “mhm. i took your card for that.”

“mikasa!” you frown halfheartedly, “i was looking for that.”

“sorry. but you have seven other cards, so i think you will be okay.”

you hear a snort on your right, and a sharp glare from you shut them up.

mikasa beams at you.

you huff, beginning to walk “lets go to that café across the street.”

“okay!”

mikasa slips her hand into yours. on that very hand, a ring with an onyx diamond beautifies her finger. the ring that you placed there.

you coworker starts to call out, “aren’t you gonna introduce-”

“no!”

*

“you should be nicer to your coworkers.”

“why on earth would i do that?” you groan, disgusted by the suggestion.

the food mikasa made is delicious, and you shove your face with it in bad table manners. you were starving. mikasa doesn’t mind.

it was a sunny thursday afternoon and the streets were quiet, along with the café itself. mikasa nibbles on a small pastry and sips her tea.

“because, they’re your coworkers. and you need to keep your job.”

“ha! they need to keep me. i’m the best worker in that damn place.”

mikasa hums, taking a hold of your hands, causing you to drop you cutlery on the table ungracefully, “but then, who’d be able to pay for my nails?”

“…yeah, you’re right,” you smooth your thumb over her smooth knuckles, kissing the ring on her finger, “who would, huh?”

*

you walk back into your workplace, skip in your step. you whistle a tune all the way to your desk, stopping in your tracks when you realise everyone is silent and looking at you.

“…what?!”

the continuous chatter starts up again and everyone goes back to their tasks, not looking to bother or piss you off today

later on, when you walk through the door to your house and look in the mirror right beside it, you see a multitude of faded, red lip-shaped lipstick stained kissed all over your face.

a/n: i want her to be my wife so bad………

[moldycantaloupe]

Ficlet of Phantom having a thing for Rain's hands while they show him how to restring a guitar. it happens to the best of us, sometimes.

Phantom was never taught about personal space when he was summoned. It wasn’t a thing in the Pit, at least not where he lived, so how could he have been taught? It wasn’t the biggest problem, they eventually taught him about the concept when Dewdrop tried to maul him because he just wanted to bear hug the small ghoul. He did his best to keep his distance since then, if not to keep his head connected to his body. He was getting better at keeping his hands to himself. That is, he wasn’t perfect just yet. 

It was late afternoon, every ghoul finding menial tasks to do while they waited around for dinner. Phantom was with Rain in the band’s practice room, learning hands on how to restring his guitar. They’ve only been at it for about ten minutes, and Phantom would be lying if he said he was paying any attention at that point. Being this close to Rain, both sitting crisscrossed and knees touching, he was watching their hands skillfully work, and he was a little distracted. 

He tuned out whatever Rain was explaining a few minutes ago, their voice a nice and constant hum in the background of his mind, as he solely focused on their hands. Their fingers. They moved with no hesitation along the guitar, smoothing a string out along the neck and into the tuner. He couldn’t help it when he reached out suddenly, all social cues lost on him in the moment to grab Rain’s hand and shoved it towards his eyes to get a better look.

“Now, you want to- woah!” Rain dropped their free arm in front of them to keep balance at the sudden pull, eyes immediately landing on the young quint’s face with a slight frown. “Phantom?”

Phantom didn’t respond, he didn’t even seem to register Rain’s voice, his eyes glued to the hand in front of him. He used both of his own to poke and play at their hand, a finger sliding along their middle finger, feeling the ridges of their knuckle. He couldn’t explain the sudden excitement he was filled with, his mouth just slightly agape as his eyes were wide with wonder. He only came to when the hand he was holding snapped its fingers. 

“Water to Quint,” Rain spoke louder than what would be necessary, but got the attention that they were looking for. Phantom immediately broke out of his trance, glancing between them and their hand for a split second before dropping it like it was on fire.

“Shit, s-sorry, um-” He casted his eyes down to the Fantomen in Rain’s lap, his cheeks burning in embarrassment. “I don’t… I didn’t-”

“You’re okay, bug,” Rain laughed, waving their hand in the air. “Saw something you liked?”

They meant it as a joke, a way to break whatever tension was in the air, but the silence from the other ghoul, they way they turned their face even more to hide an ever growing blush, it caught their attention. 

They were slow to move the guitar off of their lap, keeping their eyes on Phantom the entire time as they leaned in, a hand snaking its way to his knee, squeezing ever so slightly. Phantom gasped quietly, a small shiver running through his body at the contact. 

“Rain,” he whined. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, bug.” They responded, face inching closer to his own. “I like a curious ghoul.”

Phantom bit his lip when that hand traveled further up his leg, slow and steady towards his newly aching cock.

“Does a little bug have a thing for hands?” Rain cooed. They laughed when Phantom shrugged and gave him a squeeze. “I think he does.”

“Please,” he shook in anticipation, any guitar lesson sorely forgotten, “please, Rain, help,”

Whatever was holding Rain back let go as they leapt into action. They slid the guitar off their lap and was in his instead, their lips traveling across the plain of his neck. He gasped into the touches, his hands moving to bracket Rain’s shoulders.

“You’re still such a cutie.” Rain breathed around his neck. They worked their way through his pants and out sprung his leaking cock, deft fingers finding their way wrapped around it. Phantom choked on a moan as his blunt nails dug into their clothed skin.

“Rain-” He whined when their pace left no room for question, their pace fast and desperate. Slick noises were heard throughout the room, interrupted every few beats with a rogue whimper or moan.

“You’re gonna get us found out, baby.” Rain moved their other hand to their mouth, bullying two fingers in, effectively muffling the noise. “You can be as loud as you want later, how’s that sound?”

“‘M close-” he cut himself off with a hitched moan when Rain twisted their hand at his base.

“I’m not stopping you.” Rain moved their face to the cuff of his neck, breathing in the heady scent of his arousal. They ground their hips into his cock, a wanton moan forced its way out of their throat. “Fuck, you make me so wet, buggy.”

That was enough for Phantom. He closed his eyes as he shot his load against their fist and pants, a quiet scream as he fell into their body.

They took their fingers out of his mouth to force his chin up, lidded eyes meeting their own. He let out a wrecked moan as he watched them clean up his mess from their fingers, paying close attention to each digit. He felt his spent cock already twitch in interest.

“Want more, baby?” They ground their hips into his own again, and sure enough he could feel how damp they had become.

“Yes, please.”

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: cisfem Character: Rob Lucci Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: Soul Mates Prompt: Erotically Charged Fight Gift Giver: @jintaka-hane

Summary: You've experienced the worst side of Soul Mates being a reality - your long term relationship had found their soul mate and left you. So you dove into martial arts as a means of distraction.

Lucky (?) for you, it's what causes you to finally meet your soul mate.

Content Notes: canon levels of violence, oral, rough sex, mentions of blood, cream pie,

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

There wasn’t a protocol for this, but even if there was, Lucci wasn’t certain that it would do him any good.

His initial attack failed. Whether by dumb luck, or your own skill, he’d missed. That had become a problem. In this world, with its rules, and his job, he had to eliminate his target with the first strike. Anything less invited a terrible risk, and of all the statistical possibilities, that risk came true with you.

Your eyes were wide with fear as you tumbled away. The way you got back to your feet left him with the distinct and sudden impression that you hadn’t been merely lucky.

Realization marred your beautiful face, as he was sure it was twisting his.

Soul mates.

Lucci hadn’t given the concept much thought. With his job, with his skills, with the blood on his hands, what right did he have to consider something as pure as love? And beyond even that was the very laughable idea of soul mates.

He’d never loved anything save himself, and even that love was cruel.

All of his arrogance, all of his sureness - everything was used for the government. There was nothing of him to be concerned with. Nothing to stop him from doing the tasks required of him, whether it was years under cover, or a few days spent stalking some poor hapless fool.

Looking at the man who had invited himself into your home, you feel a powerful conflict of emotions. How dare he come in uninvited! How dare he mean to kill you!

HOW DARE HE BE YOUR SOUL MATE!

Everyone had one. The curse of this world, as far as you were concerned. Because while everyone had at least one, no one was promised to find theirs. There were no red strings of fate to guide people, no services provided by the government to help you find yours. Nothing but the cold hard truth of it, and nothing to protect you from simply falling in love.

It was your broken heart that had distracted itself by learning how to fight. It was sorrow of a love lost to the very concept of soul mates that you had honed your skills with all the fervor of a desperate monk. That you could dedicate yourself to a love that would never find another damnable soul mate.

That love had saved your life when the chill of death ran up your spine moments earlier and bade you move.

And it saved you for this? For your soul mate?

“You bastard!” You growl, charging at the stunned assassin. You knew he was reeling just like you should be. Whatever state he was in, he didn’t have your rage, and it shook off the powerful desires threatening to crack your bones.

He dodges the strike, but barely. You feel strands of his hair slip through your fingers as you pivot. Shock twists to something akin to confusion on his face, and he bats away another swing. He seems ready to attack you, but his body stutters, and the confusion on his face turns to anger as you lash out again, forcing him to take another step back.

“How?!” He growls, grabbing your wrist at the end of a series of punches. His grip is locked like iron, and you can’t escape it, but somehow it’s still gentle. You understand he could break it easily, but he’s not even trying.

“Why now!” You roar. “Why years too late?! Bastard!” You repeat, stepping in and driving your free hand into his stomach. Whether the words, or the bold movement, something caught him off guard enough to force the air from him.

His grip on your wrist loosens and you pull it free. “You asshole!”

You hear him growl, more like a beast than a man, and as he straightens there’s no more confusion in his eyes. He matches your strikes, knocking your blows aside and dodging your attacks with a fluidity he hadn’t shown in his shocked state. Irritation is written plainly on his handsome face, and anger swells in you again as you start to realize you can’t best him.

Anger, but no fear. You’re not sure why. He tried to kill you - he can kill you! You should be afraid.

Once he sorts out the rhythm of your fighting style, he draws you in. Lucci’s too experienced to be concerned about someone with just a couple years of fighting under their belt, but there’s a strange feeling of pride in his gut. You’re not bad. At the very least your instincts make up for what you lack in skill, and that’s what put you both in this predicament.

Getting both your wrists this time he turns you, folding them behind your back and pinning you roughly against the wall. You try to kick yourself away from it, but he forces your leg to the side and puts his knee right between your thighs, using his height to nearly lift you off the floor.

“Ahhhhnngh ❤️!” Your euphoric cry causes both of you to freeze.

“…”

“The hell was - nnnnnnngh!!” He pressed his knee into your crotch again and you couldn’t supress the jolt that went through you.

“What a pleasant sound.” He leans against you, cheek pressed against your head as he holds you in place. His breath is hot against your ear. “Far better than before.”

He pulls you up enough to tease his lips against your neck, making you shiver and moan softly. Letting go of your wrists he puts his hands on the wall on either side of you, keeping you effectively pinned.

You have enough space to turn and face him, and maybe it’s a mistake to do so.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt you pull him in, or he allows you to, or you will him to allow you. Who cares, his lips against yours are a flood of pleasure and heat. You don’t let yourself think about it, about everything leading up to this. The rollercoaster of emotions was too much and you let your desires guide you.

He pulls his shirt off when your hands tug it up. The shift of his muscles, the lines of scars, the deep ink of tattoos, everything was known to you, and everything left you wanting more. You pulled at his belt as he tossed the shirt aside. He interrupts your attempts, pulling your shirt off and tossing it aside.

Your clothing is barely shed enough to be out of the way. He pulls you into another kiss, unhooking your bra and leaving you to take it off as he yanks his troublesome belt free.

The metallic clatter barely registers. Heavy, heated kisses are trailing down your stomach as he crouches down in front of you. You weave your fingers through his hair while he tugs your pants down and away. One leg, and then the other, he hooks your thighs with his arms and lifts you easily, pressing your back into wall as his mouth dives into your pussy.

Your fingers tighten in his hair and you cry out into the air. Trapped between him and the wall there’s no escaping the demanding man between your thighs. Heavy searching licks note every sound and twitch and it only takes him a couple minutes to have you shivering from his actions.

His tongue’s buried in your pussy and you don’t even know his name yet.

Holding onto his hair you push yourself into his face as your pleasure crests. There’s no reason to hold back, and he laps up every second of your messy pleasure. Sharp eyes cut through your hazy gaze and he brings you down slowly, keeping your ankles at his shoulders as the tip of his hard, thick cock pushes against your dripping hole.

“Say it,” he commands, pressing against you. He’s desperate and half mad, but he seems to be holding back as much as he can.

You shift, looking at the beast between your thighs before looking back up at him. “Please.”

He pushes in, just the tip, and you moan, hands against the back of his neck. “Lucci,” he says, and you gasp, groaning as he pulls back out.

You don’t have to be soul mates to know what he wants.

“Please, Lucci,” you mean to say more, but apparently all he wanted on your lips was his name. Pushing into you he devours your gasp of pleasure, kissing you deeply. Hands gripping your ass, he holds you steady as he  takes you, barely giving you time to breathe or think.

Heavy thrusts, rough husky gasps falling from his lips that crash into your skin, hot and deep as the cock threatening to split you in half. There’s little more than pleasure in the harsh treatment, the pressure of the wall against your skin is a dull, useless ache you can’t be bothered to recognize. The sting of sharp nails digging into your ass as he fucks you against the wall are ticklish compared to the dizzying heat of his hungry and demanding kisses.

Lucci nearly bites into your neck when he finally releases your lips. You’re sure the frantic hold you have on him is trickling blood down his back, as the second orgasm slams into you. Every brush of his skin against yours feels amazing, every brush of his breath against your sweaty skin has you nearly crying for relief. Your orgasm causes his, and you can feel him twitching deep inside you, pressing you shakily against the wall as a few final, wet thrusts leak your combined pleasure down the curve of your ass and onto the floor.

Soul mates.

You collapse into a pile of bones and exhaustion on the floor when he pulls out of you and eases you down. You regard one another in the haze of the sweetest afterglow you’ve ever known, and you wonder idly which is stronger.

This new bond?

Or his devotion to the government?

[s4tvrnsays]

Finally got around to drawing Élodie! The last artwork i did makes her look scary lol but shes a cutie pie trust me.

Some info about her:

She does ballet. She dislikes it though, and only does it because she’s forced to. She doesn’t want to be under the spotlight doing the jumps and twirls. Rather, she wants to be the one behind the camera lens, the one over the keyboard writing article after article about ballet.

Her hobby is photography. Her parents dont approve, but her older brother helps her out by getting her an early internship at the magazine where he works. Through this internship is where she will first meet adrien.

She’s a mean ass bitch lol. Has absolutely zero friends because she hates everyone at school. Alya specifically hates her the most because when she came up to Élodie to ask her if she wanted to help her with the school paper (since she knows the girl also likes journalism), Élodie just gave her a rude look and walked away, earning alyas scorn ever since haha

This isnt just some quirk, its one of her biggest problems, along with her temper. She sees people as nuisances and beneath her, ignoring the fact that she needs people in her life. Her journey —aided by her kwami— will be to be truer to herself, and learn tolerance and altruism, and be more accepting of people’s friendship.

Her favorite thing in the world is chocolate. Its an actual obsession, something her parents dont approve of (shocker) because she “has to keep her figure”. But she ignores them, and keeps a stash of it on her at all times.

The second picture is what i think she’d look like if she switched her miraculous (Élodie says she hates the bows but the girly girl inside her is jumping for joy).

Alternate Universe details under the cut!

So basically, élodie is from my enhance mlb au thats been spinning in my head recently. It’s basically a mix of early seasons miraculous and concept mlb.

It’s unlikely that this will ever be anything but a concept au bc i have commitment issues but-

Here are the things i changed/added (when it comes to the heroes):

I always thought that lb’s miraculous ladybug power shouldnt be exclusive to her, so i removed it in favor of bringing back her concept powers (the shapeshifting yoyo). In the case of cn, i gave him his old power of black hole because why the hell does he have one power????

But this poses a problem— who will cleanse the akumas? Thats where élodie comes in!

For context, in this au Ladybug and Chat Noir are WAYYYY more chaotic:

Ladybug is still the planner, but her plans are way crazier and confusing to carry out. She gets so caught up in her imagination and idea of a plan, that she fails to consider what might happen if it goes wrong.

Chat Noir is more destructive, more trigger happy with his cataclysm. He finally gets to be free of his dad breathing down his neck and he’ll he damned if he won’t enjoy it!

Élodie as Cigognelle will be the mediator between them. She makes sure the balance is kept, and that they dont blow up the world while theyre trying to save it. That is the purpose of the crane miraculous. It has the power of reguvination and longevity. The balance is preserved, lengthened, and anomalies are corrected.

Its power of increasing its holder’s lifespan made it a favorite of guardians, including Master Fu.

Its kwami, Xiann, is wise and all knowing, often picking his own holders. He sees potential in them, and aids them into becoming true cranes — true upholders of the balance between creation and destruction.

To summarize, here are the big 3’s powers. There will be primary, secondary, and passive powers for each.

Ladybug:

Primary: Lucky Charm, gives the holder clues to help them win the battle. Same as the og.

Secondary: bug bomb/shield/staff. Its in the name, the holder can transform the yoyo into one of these weapons. They can only transform it once each battle, so ladybugs must carefully choose which one will aid them. This doesn’t mean it cant go back to its og form, just that it cant turn into a bomb AND a shield in the same battle.

Passive: grants good luck to its holder. No downsides, ladybugs really are just blessed.

Oh and for fun lets give them side effects.

Side effect: holders become far more tired in the winter, sleeping longer.

Black Cat:

Primary: Cataclysm, destroys anything the holder touches, turning it into dust. Also no change.

Secondary: Black hole. The black cat holder can teleport objects from one black hole to the next. Only two black holes can be present at the same time.

Passive: grants bad luck to its holder. This causes a lot of strife for the holders, but once they learn to accept their miraculous the bad luck will lessen, though never fading.

Side effect: black cats become more nocturnal after becoming the holders of this miraculous, and may or may not have a strange fascination with small, moving objects…. (They have enough self restraint to not chase after them though…)

Crane:

Primary: Ameliorate, which heals all damage caused by unnatural forces, such as kwami powers. However, if the damage from the fight happened too long ago, it will be considered a part of the natural environment, and will only restore future damage up to that point.

Secondary: Gust. Allows the holders to create powerful wind gusts with a flap of their “wings”. Only three gusts can be created each battle (because i had to give this power a downside)

Passive: extends its holder’s lifespan by 20 and up to 40 years. Depending on how long it takes the crane holder to become a true crane, their life span will either increase by a bit (if they learn sooner) or by a BUNCH (if its later).

Side effect: lying becomes way harder, and honesty — especially to oneself — will be all that the holders can say. Also, cranes often find themselves becoming more sociable after gaining their miraculous, which is often a shock since most cranes start of as quite antisocial.

All three can cleanse akumas but only the crane can restore damage !

And thats all!!

This formatting was horrible but i didnt plan any of this, its all word vomit LOL. If you have any thoughts about this, or any way my au can be improved (bc im really trying to make sure all protagonists get equal importance and care, i don’t want Cigognelle to be a mary sue lol) please make a comment! I dont have anyone thinking this up with me, its all from my noggin, so feedback is always welcome!

[wonijin]

THE WALL

there are many walls in kang haerin's life. she'd overcome many of them. except this one. but this time, she'll make sure she succeeds.

tags: kang haerin/fem!reader. fluff. 1.5k words

warnings: none

kang haerin sat beside you, mumbling a small greeting. just like she did ever since you were children. but this time countless pairs of eyes follow her around, and in extension, you.

“i guess even famous idols can’t escape the grasps of geography.” a grin that haerin missed adorned your face while she let a tiny smile graze her lips.

the cat eyed girl took out her books. your presence eased her from the swarming students wanting a picture or an autograph. at that moment, haerin felt two thick walls.

one that separates the both of you from the outside world, a shield from prying eyes. a little space where its just you and her.

another one, an old wall dating way back when you both met at a playground divides you and her. a wall she’d been dying to overcome, break and burn just to be with you on the other side.

“yeah. but i thought how you’d like to see my perfect handwriting in person.”

“yeah. but i thought how you’d like to see my perfect handwriting in person.”

“yeah. but i thought how you’d like to see my perfect handwriting in person.”

“yeah. but i thought how you’d like to see my perfect handwriting in person.”

“you’re such an idiot.” haerin shook her head, her smile never faltering. the teacher entered before you reply something even more ridiculous.

a comfortable silence engulfed between the two of you. haerin sneaked glanced at you only for you to catch her eyes and flash her a genuine smile. the idol looked at her lap in hurry to hide her red cheeks.

the idol understands it might a long time before she can attend school and see you again. her schedules wouldn’t get any looser in the future.

sure, you both chat when you send her notes or assignments she missed. you call to explain a problem she couldn’t understand. but haerin wants more. something more intimate than trying to understand a scientific concept.

“do you wanna come by my dorm later?”

you wouldn’t have heard her if you were paying attention to the lecture. but this time there was no need to jot down notes if the only reason you do them is sitting beside you.

“i missed too many classes to comprehend your notes. can you explain them to me?”

you stared at her a little bewildered. kang haerin is smart girl, no other person in this planet is able to understand your messy notes other than her. and now she wants you, a failing student, to explain something to her.

after all, taking notes and understanding it are two very different things. for you, at least.

“yeah. sure, of course.” you wanted to say how you’re absolutely sure you’d be zero help or ask if her members are okay with you there.

but you were scared you asking would make her double guess and you couldn’t afford to mess up a chance to be with haerin.

“great. i’ll text you the address.”

this is it. the first step into breaking that wall.

haerin first laid eyes on you when you were both children. she'd left ms. kero, her frog plushie, at the playground. but when she came back she saw you kissing it.

imagine her shock when she found a stranger smooching her favorite plushie. it was the first time she'd actually been horrified in her life.

the look on your face when the realization that you got caught hit was nothing less than petrified. moments passed with just the two of you staring at each other, your small hands still clutching the soft plushie.

suddenly, haerin dashed towards you.

"look-i can explain! it's not what it looks like!" you shouted while your feet scrambled to run away.

"get away from ms. kero, weirdo!" haerin chased you with surprising speed for a six year old. she was too fast and you were too slow. she had managed to caught up to you in no time. you fell backwards into the sand, her tiny figure towering over yours.

"i watched the princess and the frog yesterday ok!" you plead with your eyes closed and hands over your face. six year old haerin was really intimidating.

"what has that got to do with anything?" her eyes narrowed at you and you found yourself taking a large gulp of saliva.

"i-i thought she'll turn into a pretty princess if i kissed her," you admitted embarrassedly. it seemed like a good idea at the time. but now that you got caught red handed, not so much. "here, you can have it back."

haerin stared at the squishy toy in your hand, slightly disgusted. she snatched it from your grasp and wiped every single inch of it with the hem of her shirt.

"it might have weirdo virus," haerin muttered, turning away from you.

"stop calling me weirdo. i was just testing out if the movies were true!" you whined, standing up and shaking the sand clinging to you. then following haerin around her like a lost puppy around the play ground.

"of course, it wouldn't happen. you'd need an evil magician to curse her first," haerin replied, studying the toy closely for any traces of you. "and i wouldn't let anything like that happen to ms. kero"

"im sorry i kissed ms. kero," you looked at the ground, your hands behind your back.

"let's be friends?"

"only if you stop kissing ms. kero. it's really weird."

haerin's little hands met your extended ones and shaking it gently.

she didn't know it back then but that was the first time the wall appeared. six year old haerin had no way of knowing you'd make her heart beat faster and her cheeks redder no matter how many years pass by.

“woah. its like a penthouse!” you gaped as you removed your shoes at the entrance. you followed haerin to the living room like a lost puppy.

“sit anywhere you want. would you like something to drink.” haerin asks, she stopped her hands from fidgeting. she wouldn’t want you wondering why she’s nervous over something as simple as studying. “uh—whatever you’re having is fine.”

meanwhile, you sat stiff as a rock at one of the most comfortable couches ever. when haerin comes back, you’d have to teach her shit you know nothing about.

you would have succeeded embarrassing yourself and this study date—study session would be over before you know it.

“you look like you've seen a ghost. don’t worry, all the members are out.” before you know it, haerin came back with a couple of orange juice.

haerin lay her books down at the coffee table. while you dragged out taking a notebook as long as possible.

“whats wrong?” haerin looked at you pointedly. inside, alarms blare in her head. did she do something wrong?

“its just—” you scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. “i mean i don’t understand why you’d ask for my help. if anything i should be asking you.”

“then, we’ll study it together.” your eyes widen as she scooted an inch closer to you. you looked at the textbook she placed in front.

“oh come on, chemistry? really?” haerin giggled at you, opening it to a certain page.

and sure enough, you taught haerin nothing. in fact, haerin ended up teaching you. a lot.

“see, you’re better at this than me. did you even need my help in the first place?” you say as you spin a pencil between your fingers.

“no. i just wanted to spend time with you really.”

your hands stopped and your body turned rigid. haerin felt her breath hitch, dying to know your reply.

you turned towards her, visibly shocked. haerin is scared she just messed your friendship. if worse comes to worst, she’s ready to clarify that she wants to spend time with her bestfriend. but she didn’t want for it to come to that.

“why didn’t you just say so?” you complained loudly. and haerin smiled, her eyes in a crease. and the sight of it made your heart soar.

“we could’ve watched a movie or something. my head hurts—” your ramble was cut short when you felt soft lips on your cheeks. haerin pulled away with a blush.

“shut up. we’ll watch a movie after this problem.”

[mxtantrights]

famous dc! au (bruce's version)

part three - first_draft_revised.docx / sketch_one(ver2).jpg

Harvey traces a line down the side of your body. He's here, but he's not really here. He's thinking in his head. About the script. The fated script that came across his desk a few mornings ago.

One of his assistants said it was just there. Didn't know who left it, didn't leave their name on it. But it was all Harvey could talk about. Even after rolling around in the sheets with you.

"I mean I can't believe someone is out there, writing like this, and they haven't made a movie yet." he says, more so to himself.

You like him like this. So swept up in something that is consumes him. It's not like you didn't understand the feeling. You'd be locked away in your studio if it weren't for Bruce or Harvey reminding you to take a break.

"Why don't you make it?" you ask.

Harvey looks down at you, "I'm supposed to be making a movie already. I can't just scrap that."

"You can't do two things at once, Dent?" you ask with a tease in your voice.

Harvey smirks, "You know I can."

You throw your arms around his neck. And you place a chaste kiss on top of his nose.

"So do it. Do both movies." you say.

Harvey sighs, "There's a bit of a problem with that. I don't know who's script this is. I can't just go and make this movie without their permission."

You didn't understand the concept of it. No, not that you didn't understand rights and such. You don't understand how anyone could drop off a script anonymously. Sure nerves were a thing, but there was always the possibility that Harvey would like it.

And now Harvey has no way of letting the writer know that. It's all up to the writer to reveal themselves to him.

"I'm surprised you don't have security cameras." you speak.

"Oh, I do. But whoever it was knew where they were and avoided all of them to get into the mail room, drop the script off with my name on a sticky note, and get out." Harvey explains.

You roll over on your back and think to yourself. You pull at the curls near the nape of your neck.

Someone who didn't want to be known. But knew enough about Harvey's office to not get caught.

"But less of this now, I've got a wonderful person in my bed who makes unthinkable things with such talented hands. How was your day?" he asks you.

You smile to yourself. He moves closer to you. Now he's resting on his elbow and craning over you. From this angle you can see why he has troves of fans that loved him (and still do). You reach up and run your hands through hands through his hair.

"I'm very close to finishing my painting. I'm just stuck on the name." you answer him.

He grabs your hand that's in his hair, and presses a kiss to your palm.

"I don't suppose I can help you out there?" he asks.

"For that you'd have to see it first." you say.

"I would love to." he replies.

"I know you would, but I wanna show you and Bruce at the same time."

Harvey leans down and press a kiss to your shoulder. He picks his head up to look at you again. With such beautiful eyes and the light from the moon, you would take him over to your studio right now. But you wanted to be fair. Equal.

"He won't be back until the end of the week." Harvey says.

"I know you miss him too." you smile.

"Yeah, I do. But now I really need him to come back home so we can see your art." Harvey responds.

You laugh a little and pull him down to you. His head rests over your chest and he shifts so his arms are wrapped around your torso. You place your hand in his hair again, carding through the waves.

In this moment you were really glad that your painting was a promotion gift for Harvey and you got to meet him and Bruce.

-

The air is a bit muggy but you can't change it. You pull down your shades to get a better look. Down the airport escalator is coming one of your bed-mates. You hadn't really gotten to that conversation yet.

Yes, they have keys to your place. And you have keys to their places. But the three of you have not had the necessary conversation that comes next.

Ya know, picking one of them up from the airport, talking about each other's hopes and dreams, spending the night at each other's places. You're not seeing anyone else. You hope they aren't, even though they don't seem to be.

Bruce finds your face in the crowd of people. He smiles and rushes down the escalator with his duffle bag. He jogs over to you and brings you into a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you so much." he mumbles into the side of your head.

You laugh, "It was only a week. But I missed you too."

"And I'm surprised there are no paps here." he says.

He pulls away from you and looks around just to be sure. You knew there wouldn't be.

"Harvey may have asked a one or two of his actor friends to take the heat off you." you answer his unasked question.

Bruce smiles, "Where is he anyways?"

"He's been death gripping this script, Bruce he's so captured by it. I don't think I've ever seen him like that about someone's writing. It's really something." you say.

You grab Bruce's hand and begin to lead him out of the airport, to your car. Well, not your car. His car. The one he left to you that was hardly photographed. He wanted you to keep it company, so he said. It was definitely something else but you didn't know what.

But you let go of that as you walked Bruce to the exit and over to where you double parked. You realize that he didn't say anything to Harvey's obsession with this script.

You think maybe he's jetlagged. So you don't think too much about it. You get into the driver's seat and Bruce gets in on the passenger side. He puts his bag into the backseat through the middle.

You press the start button and the car roars to life. Bruce's hand turns the dial for the A/C which you thank him for. You look in your mirror before peeling off the curb.

"How's the piece coming?" Bruce asks.

Hm. You think to yourself that if he could ask about you and your work, he could have asked about Harvey. Although they have known each other longer than you've known them. So maybe Bruce just know something you don't.

You focus on the road in front of you.

"It's almost done. Might have a few finishing touches to add, and I have to name it. But it's been going great." you answer.

Bruce's hand lands on your thigh. He gives it a light squeeze.

"Will I have to wait to see it?" he asks.

"Actually no. Now that you're back you and Harvey can see it together." you say.

Bruce hums at that. Which strikes you as odd. You were expecting a veritable answer of some kind. Not a hum. He hums an answer sometimes when he wants to bite his tongue and keep polite. Why would he want to be polite?

You try to roll it off your shoulders. But you find as you keep driving that you are struggling. Somewhere between Bruce telling you what he got up to on the east coast, and sitting in traffic you couldn't take it.

"Okay, what's up with you?" you ask.

You look at him and find him looking out his window. He doesn't even turn to look at you.

"There's nothing wrong, per say." he says.

"Then say." you retort.

Bruce sighs. He then peels himself away from the window. You can see the frown on his lips and how his eyes seem to dim. You put your hand on top of his that stays on your thigh.

"The script. That Harvey is obsessing over." he starts.

In between the silence in you car and the honking outside your brain seems to finally put it together.

Anonymous. Knows Harvey's office.

"It's yours?" you ask.

He nods his head once. "I didn't mean to lie. I just didn't want him to like it because it was mine."

"Well Bruce, " you smile, "he loves it. And I think he'll understand you're reasoning for not putting your name on it."

"What if something goes wrong? What if he doesn't want to direct?" he starts spouting off questions.

"Bruce. He's re-read it four times so far. He's already itching to make it, but he doesn't have the writer's permission." you answer him.

"Really?" he asks, taken back.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm not gonna tell you to tell him now. Do it when you're comfortable. But just know he's got a Pinterest board for your script." you confess.

Bruce lets out a chuckle at that. You can see his shoulders ease up and his frown soften. You reach over and cup the side of his face. He leans into your touch.

"Thank you."

-

You lead the both of them to the closed door. On the other side is your completed painting. You kind of feeling like after letting them see it, everything will change. It's a weird feeling.

"Okay so I do just want to preface this with, I'm fairly sensitive about showing my paintings right after completion. So much so that I don't let anyone see them until a month after." you start rambling.

Bruce and Harvey share a sly look with each other.

"I think she's telling us we're special." Harvey jokes.

Bruce smiles, "And that she cares about our opinions."

You face palm yourself. This is probably 50% a bad idea, and 50% a good one. They would tell you if it was down right horrible at worst. And at best they would have a name for the piece.

You turn around and slide the doors open. Then without another word, you usher them in first. All you can do is watch as the two men walk right in and don't get lost in anything else but the piece facing away from them.

They move around it and take it in. You're standing still and waiting for whatever it is that's going to come out of their mouths. Nervously you put your hands in your pant pockets.

"It's even more amazing than I thought it would be." Harvey says.

"Yeah I don't think I could have imagined this." Bruce says ever so softly.

You can't help how your eyes start to water. Their words weren't new. You've heard them compliment your work before. But they haven't ever seen your work so early. Technically you could go back to painting. You felt you were done when you said you were, but you could always fix something.

"Any ideas on what I call it?" you ask.

Bruce takes a step back, his arms crossed over his chest.

Harvey leans in a bit closer, his hands behind his back.

"I mean it looks like it's in water, so fluid and flow are on my mind." Harvey says.

"Dancing. Water dances sometimes." Bruce adds on.

"Dancing water sounds weird though." Harvey comments.

"Agreed." you reply.

"The feeling is passionate. Like latin dance with all of the reds." Harvey explains.

"Tango." Bruce answers.

Harvey snaps his fingers, "Nice. Tango. It's elegant. Passionate. Fluid."

"And the red is like a heart too. There's some blues in there, faintly." Bruce says.

You nod your head, "Tango heart?"

Bruce shakes his head, "No that's off."

"Arrest?" Harvey asks.

"But the painting offers calm, a bit of serenity. Ease." You say.

"Tamponade." Harvey spit fires.

"Tango Tamponade." Bruce puts the words together.

You smile, "Tango Tamponade."

[ganondoodle]

one of the few zelda youtuber guys that seems to actually love totk made a video about it (i guess bc so many talked about why they dont like it) and while i didnt watch it i took a peek into the comments and of course its full of people going "LMAO people only dislike it bc it didnt validate their crazy theories!!" "its always the same when a new zelda comes out lol at first they hate it and then later its a classic haha idiots" "people who dont like it are just caught up in their nostalgia and cant accept anything new being introduced!!"

also thanking him for "speaking up" about loving the game ... which i find kinda mind boggling bc the internet is full of praise and 10/10s for it

i obviously dont want to villainize people that love totk but like .. these kinds of comments are so unecessarily judgemental? how dare someone NOT like an entry in the franchise and voice legit criticism, how dare someone not worship the game just bc it has zelda on it! CLEARLY they are just made delusional by their own fantasy and will realize later just how wrong they were! hah! those fools!

on my rants there were quite a few people who actually said they like the game but agree with alot of my views on it regardless, it is very flawed but i can also see that the good things outweigh the bad stuff for others, even if i legitimately hate it; but i also had to block multiple people bc they got so butthurt about me criticising it

and i dont think its 100% just an opinion thing either, totk, even when i disregard my personal feelings on the matter, has alot of problems, moreso than the other zeldas (each judged for how it was in their time) and in pretty much every part of the game too (story, lore, continuity, gameplay and rewards, UI-) and i think alot of it stems from its conception, they have never done a true direct sequel before and it came from a DLC idea, and it shows (though i still believe even coming from that you could have done something way better..... bc they also made botw, which seemed to prepare fertile ground for more storytelling that was all discarded for NO reason)

BUT that doesnt mean you cant like it anyway! there are some very horribly shitty games out there that are beloved by people anyway! and thats fine! i love ww and botw, both of which HAVE flaws too! and thats okay!

you dont need to be dismissive of any hint of criticism like that, there is no holy honor to defend, it just makes you look like a jerk

[uollop]

hello Ana, how are you doing?:) I love your writing style and I've been lurking in for a while now but haven't really interacted yet - today I feel like trying though! Since the Wolfwood's section on your masterlist is empty, may I ask how he would act around his crush and how would he confess to them (GN or Fem reader, whichever you feel like)?

sending you hugs!

Wolfwood's Got a Crush! (HCs + Fic)

Content: Pining, fluff, GN! Reader, touchy Wolfwood, lots of nicknames, Reader is a little slow, WW thinks there's something between you and Vash, alcohol consumption!

Pairing: Wolfwood x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: THIS IS A LITTLE LONG MY BAD- Thank you for asking how I am though YvY I'm doing alright! I hope you're doing well too, Anon! Also tysm for the compliment on my writing style! I'm still trying to get back into the groove of writing~ Enjoy :))

Wolfwood had always told himself he didn't have time for romance. Hell, he didn't even believe he had the ability to have feelings for someone like that. Sure, there were people he found attractive, but he had never thought about anyone as anything more.

That was until he met you and all of those ideas came crashing down. For a while, he thought you were just like the others. Another pretty face that he could flirt with until he got bored. Problem is that he never really got bored of you. He enjoyed making you blush, he was happy with the way his heart skipped a beat when you laughed, he liked you.

He didn't know what made you different. You didn't act different, you didn't treat him differently, and you didn't even look that different. You were just different. You made him feel different.

He had to keep telling himself he didn't have time for that kind of thing, though. He pushed his feelings for you down and tried to focus on his mission.

He still allowed himself to indulge in you occasionally, though. For a man that claimed he didn't have time for romance, he sure spent a lot of time worrying about you and what you thought about him.

This man would be touchy as hell. Whenever you questioned him about why he almost always had a hand on or near you, he shrugged it off.

"I'm just like that with everyone, sweetheart."

You couldn't help but feel like that was a straight up lie. You were almost positive he didn't place his hand on Vash's leg whenever the two of them sat next to each other. You were certain he never wraps his arms around Meryl's waist, leaning his head on her shoulder to get a peek at what she was doing. And there was no way he places his hands on Roberto's hips when he moves past him in a tight space.

So what made you different than them?

You couldn't help but wonder if he liked you. The idea made you so flustered that you had to immediately squash the concept. Wolfwood said that he was like that with everyone, so you had no choice but to believe him.

Then there were the nicknames though.

"Needle-noggin" for Vash was one thing, but the sugary sweet nicknames he would use for you were countless. Anything from "babe" to "sweetface". It never failed to make you blush. You had to keep telling yourself that they were just nicknames. He was like this with everyone.

Wolfwood knew that, at the start of this, he had told himself he didn't have time for romance.

But, God, after so many months of endlessly flirting with and teasing you, he was starting to become a little frustrated that you hadn't caught on yet.

Whenever the others would ask you about him, you would tell him what he had told you. That he was like that with everyone. The deadpan look that everyone gave you should have been enough for you to know that he wasn't really like that with everyone, but you chose to remain blissfully unaware of the man's feelings.

Right now, Wolfwood was sitting across a diner, watching as you giggled at one of Vash's jokes while the two of you sat at the bar. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you laughed, leaning on him for support.

It made Wolfwood's blood boil.

Vash knew that Wolfwood had a thing for you. Hell, by now, you should know that Wolfwood had a thing for you. But there you were, laughing and leaning against Vash. He felt his eye twitch a bit as the blond blushed, shaking his head at something you said with a chuckle and sitting you up straight.

You smiled, sipping your drink before you continued to chat with him, unaware of a certain brunette who was burning holes into the back of your head.

Wolfwood knows that, if Meryl and Roberto saw him like this, they would probably march up and tell you about the way he felt themselves. He knew how annoyed they were with how often he danced around a confession, narrowly avoiding being direct with you every time. It was almost painful. For everyone involved.

Suddenly, Vash glances back at Wolfwood. He looks back at you and leans in, whispering something in your ear. You perk up for a moment, turning as well and seeing Wolfwood sitting by himself. You gave him a smile and waved him over, gesturing towards the barstool on the other side of Vash.

His glare softened immediately, a light blush crossing his cheeks as he stood up, putting out the cigarette that he had been nursing before he moved towards the bar.

Once he was close, Vash suddenly stood from his stool, letting out a comically fake yawn as he stretched above his head, talking about how he was exhausted and that he was going to go to bed. He bids his goodbyes to you before he walks past Wolfwood, winking at him and giving him a thumbs up.

"You got this."

Wolfwood narrows his eyes at the set-up, grumbling something to himself before sitting next to you and ordering a drink. He was going to need to be plastered if he was going to do this. The two of you chat as you continue to sip from your own drink, your cheeks painted a pretty pink color, either from the alcohol or from the handsome man sitting next to you.

"So, you and Vash, huh?" He asks as he downs a drink before wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "You got a thing for him?"

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, the pink color of your cheeks turning darker as you stumble over your words, "No... No! No, not Vash. He's nice, but he's not really my type."

Wolfwood blinks for a moment, considering your words. The way you said that made it seem like there was someone else. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of it being him.

"Really? What's your type then, darlin'?" He asks as he orders another drink, immediately downing it again. You watch him chug the drink, a small frown on your lips.

"If you keep drinking like that, you'll regret it in the morning-"

"Trying to change the subject, huh?" He teases as he finishes the drink, a grin tugging on his lips. You sigh and return to your drink, sipping it for a moment before you look back at him.

"Just worried about you," Your voice is filled with honesty as you place your hand on his arm, a playful smile crossing your face, "I like men who don't have alcohol poisoning."

He stares at you for a moment as you laugh, his grin widening as he leans closer to you.

"Oh yeah? Is that the only requirement to be a man you like, sweetheart?" He chuckles, reaching up and touching your cheek with his calloused hand. You look from his face to his hand on your cheek before looking at him again.

"Maybe. Who knows~" You shrug, placing your hand over his with a smile, "What about you, Wolfwood, what's your type?"

He watches your hand press against his, his cheeks turning a bit pink at your touch. His breath hitches for a moment as his eyes look up and down your face. God, he wanted to kiss you. He was going to do it. It was tonight or never.

"You."

His bluntness catches you by surprise, your hand dropping from his and your already pink cheeks turning a more red color.

"Do you-"

"I don't say that to everyone. I don't treat everyone like I treat you." He interrupts quickly, pulling your face a bit closer. Your eyes widen at the close proximity, but they never look away from his face.

"Now... I'm going to kiss you, ok? If you want me to stop, say so now."

You watch as he scans your face for any sign that you wanted him to stop, before you lean in a bit with a whisper, "You can kiss me-"

As soon as you've given the green light, his lips are on yours, hungrily kissing you as he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close, the other staying on your cheek. Your eyes are open for only a moment before they flutter shut, your hands moving to the collar of his shirt as you reciprocate the kiss. Months of pining for each other were finally paying off. The kiss lasts for as long as it can before you pull away for air, both of your faces flushed as the two of you catch your breath.

He looks at you for a beat, taking in this moment in time before he leans in for another kiss. He had months of pent up affection and he was going to give it all to you, right now.

Masterlist | Ao3

[weirdkpopgirl]

College Life | Dream Headcanon #11

Headcanon: College with the Dreamies

Genre: College AU

Warnings: mentions of stress -- but nothing serious

Word Count: 3296k

Author's Note: It's been forever since I made a headcanon. So thank you to the lovely anon who requested this scenario. At first, it was a little difficult for me to come up with ideas for all of the members. But I made it work! I love writing college aus, especially now that I'm in college. Hope you guys like it ^ ^

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MARK

You met Mark in your first year of university at the campus library. He had originally come intending to study without the distraction of his boisterous friends. But then he came across you seated at a table, lowkey panicking over the notes filled with numbers in front of you. The idea of failing your statistics exam was becoming more real, and you were terrified.

At first, you turned down Mark’s offer to help, but he was persistent. He was a third-year student, so he had taken the class already. Since then, the two of you started regularly meeting up at the library so he could tutor you. The initial chemistry between you was evident from the start, so slowly things led to more than just a senior-junior relationship. 

Even when your stats class wasn’t much of a problem anymore, study dates remained a frequent occurrence between the both of you. Over time, the location transitioned to his apartment, imbuing the time with a more personal touch. Whenever you came by, Mark always tried to create the perfect study environment for you.

What if she’s uncomfortable? He'd often find himself pondering. However, you were never one to complain much and you appreciated how considerate he was. Most of the time, the two of you immersed yourselves in your respective tasks. Yet every now and then, you’d cast a fleeting glance at him, your expression reflecting a hint of uncertainty.

“Mark, do you know how to solve this?” You’d ask with a touch of concern in your voice, as you worried about interrupting him.

But the smile that formed on his lips never failed to put you at ease. Mark would lean over your shoulder, his gaze landing on the problem you were facing. Typically he understood the concept right away and happily offered his assistance.

“So you add this to that, and that should give you the answer,” he’d explain, his pencil pointing to the relevant numbers you had jotted down. “You’ve got it.”

Your comprehension caused your jaw to slightly drop, and you nodded in understanding. “Oh, okay. Thanks!”

“No problem, babe,” he would murmur, sealing his assistance with a tender kiss brushed against your cheek before he resumed his own work.

Naturally, those subtle gestures effortlessly brought a blush to your cheeks and kindled a warmth deep within your heart. Since the very first encounter, Mark Lee had proven to be the most compassionate individual you had the privilege of knowing. Reflecting on it, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the day he had chosen to approach you in the library.

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RENJUN

You and Renjun shared your first semester of university in a general psychology class. Both of you had chosen it as an elective, in contrast to the majority of students in the class who were taking it as a major requirement. He left a significant impression on the very first day. Seated alone in the middle rows of the lecture hall, you were taken aback when a young man sporting a soft beige cardigan and faded jeans appeared before you.

“Hi, I'm Huang Renjun. Would it be alright if I sat here?” he asked, rather shyly.  Responding with a similarly bashful smile, you gave him a light nod.

Frankly, Renjun's gaze had fixated on you the second he stepped into the lecture hall. There was an inexplicable quality about your presence that caught his eye. As the class commenced, it became evident that both of you shared a genuine enthusiasm for the subject matter. Perhaps it was your fascination with psychology that bonded the two of you.

Once the initial awkwardness faded, Renjun and you had numerous engaging conversations about the topics covered in class. At some point, the two of you exchanged numbers, leading to interactions that extended beyond the confines of Tuesdays and Thursdays.

It took a few months, but Renjun eventually gathered the courage to formally ask you out on a date (and of course, you said yes). Since then, your relationship gradually blossomed into something so lovely and pure. 

Most of your time together was spent working on assignments from class. You were a little skeptical the first time Renjun proposed the idea of studying outdoors. However, you couldn’t really argue when he explained all the benefits of studying outside, such as it helping to enhance focus and reduce stress.

After the first few times, you started to enjoy the change in scenery. The two of you got a lot done during these outdoor study sessions. And when the two of you quizzed each other for upcoming tests, a correct answer would almost always be awarded with a swift kiss. Whenever the breeze picked up, Renjun was quick to drape his jacket around your shoulders without a second thought. Your well-being was always a priority of his, which you found to be such an endearing quality of his.

Somehow, Renjun managed to make studying both productive and romantic. Honestly, no matter how down you got, he made everything better. You could no longer imagine your life without him in it.

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JENO

Truthfully, your path might have never crossed with Jeno’s if not for Chenle. He was the one who somehow managed to get you to agree to go on a blind date with his close friend. Originally you weren’t that interested in dating, solely wanting to focus on academics. The idea of being a campus couple never quite appealed to you. But Chenle emphasized that he thought you two would get along well, and you should at least give it a chance.

And so, with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity, you stepped into a café one Saturday afternoon. It didn't take you long to identify Jeno, the guy from the photo Chenle had shared beforehand. Upon noticing your entrance, Jeno promptly rose from his seat, his demeanor polite and welcoming.

The shy smile he adorned when greeting you with a bow was the first thing you noticed about him. He was dressed pretty nicely for a casual date, which left a lasting impression on you. You certainly didn’t expect him to be so good-looking either.

"You must be (Y/n), right? I'm Jeno."

“Nice to meet you, Jeno-ssi,” you responded with a gentle blush on your cheeks, returning his bow in kind. The interaction held a mixture of nerves and excitement, the beginning of something new and unexpectedly intriguing.

Given his introverted nature, Jeno wasn’t great at meeting new people. But he could tell you struggled with that too, so he tried to put more effort into getting to know you. While things were initially awkward, the two of you slowly warmed up to each other. 

You liked how calm Jeno was, and he was the perfect example of a gentleman. While Jeno found your soft-spoken nature to be endearing, he noticed your genuine interest when he talked about his architecture major. His heart fluttered when you laughed at his jokes.

Chenle was pretty smug when the two of you officially started dating. But you and Jeno discovered immense solace in each other’s company. Your relationship was comforting because of its simplicity. Both of you were always prepared to lend a listening ear and offer unwavering support to each other at the end of a tiring day.

Neither of you was overly fond of going out, so most of your dates were spent studying in the confines of your dorms. Jeno wasn’t as studious as you were, so he tended to unintentionally distract you. On occasion, he’d lean across the table to delicately tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. His simple gesture would cause you to get all flustered and disrupt your focus entirely.

“Jeno, seriously?”

He’d respond with a sheepish chuckle. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you shook your head. Jeno's ability to consistently bring a smile to your face was undeniable. His presence not only brightened your days but also made you recognize that embarking on a college romance wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

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HAECHAN

You and Haechan had the classic "opposites attract" trope. You captured his attention from the very first day of university, and he has remained captivated ever since. Lee Donghyuck was as bright and outgoing as they get. Whereas you preferred to keep to yourself and tended to avoid crowds.

Naturally, Haechan dedicated his entire first semester of college to shamelessly pursuing you. You rejected him the first few times he asked you out, assuming he was just trying to play with your feelings. Back then, you couldn’t fathom why someone as sociable and well-liked as him would be interested in you, who existed as a stark contrast to those attributes. 

But his persistence was unwavering, and Haechan slowly worked his way into your heart. As you allowed him to get closer, you saw this incredibly resilient person who was surprisingly mellow and tender, beneath his lively persona. Haechan was over the moon when you finally agreed to be his girlfriend.

Relationships were something new for you, but Haechan guided you patiently. He had a sweet side that only you got to see. Through simple things like encouraging you when you were nervous about an exam or listening to you talk about a class you really liked, Haechan showed you what being in love was like.

However, you could never get any work done with Haechan. He wasn’t as devoted to his studies as you were, leading him to approach the task with a more laid-back attitude. Although he put in a sincere effort to match your diligence whenever you were together, such instances were fleeting. Once Haechan believed he had devoted sufficient time to studying, he would invariably shift his focus to playful flirting, consistently diverting your attention from the task at hand.

“Come on, (Y/n),” he'd tease with a mischievous grin. “School is important, but so is spending time with your amazing boyfriend.”

Raising your gaze from your laptop, you cast him an unconvinced glance. “Hyuck, I really need to get this essay done,”  you insisted with a slight sigh of exasperation.

Haechan pouted in response, “But you’ve been working on it for the past hour and a half. A little break can’t hurt you, babe.”

By suggesting a "break," he essentially implied that you should take a pause from your essay to give him some attention. Letting out another sigh, you acknowledged that attempting to resist his charms would likely be an exercise in futility. Moreover, your mind was on the brink of overload, grappling with the many sentences you had somehow typed into your document.

“Fine,” you conceded, shutting your laptop. “But I’m only giving you twenty minutes.”

Haechan sprang to his feet with a surge of enthusiasm at his success. “That works for me, Jagiya,” he chimed.

You gasped when Haechan scooped you up in his arms and swiftly brought you to snuggle on the couch. He had you cradled in his arms, your head nestled against his chest while his chin rested atop your head. It was a comfortable position to be in, you couldn’t really complain. A subtle smile graced your lips as you felt Haechan's gentle kiss on your forehead.

The depth of his affection for you was unmistakable, and your feelings for him were equally profound.

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JAEMIN

For Jaemin, it was love at first sight when he laid eyes on you. He enjoyed a considerable degree of popularity on campus, thanks to his charming personality and striking good looks. Amidst the numerous girls vying for his attention, there was only one who had truly captured his heart.

You were the reserved girl who worked at the coffee shop Jaemin frequented after his physiology class on Mondays and Wednesdays. He had glimpsed you on campus a few times too. While you didn't engage with many people, you did have a close-knit circle of friends with whom you felt at ease.

Of course, it didn't take long for you to develop feelings for Na Jaemin. Each time he placed his order for an iced americano with four additional shots of espresso, his polite and kind demeanor left a lasting impression. While his coffee choice was remarkable to you, the radiant smile he bestowed upon you as a sign of gratitude never failed to make your heart flutter. You found yourself frustrated with your emotions, fully aware that practically every other girl on campus harbored a crush on him.

However, your world took a remarkable turn when Jaemin unexpectedly waited outside your literature class, having learned your schedule from one of your friends. The two of you ended up taking a walk around the campus, and Jaemin couldn't help but sneak glances in your direction. Despite having spent the previous night meticulously planning what he wanted to say, nervousness still coursed through him.

“(Y/n), I know we don’t know each other well yet. But I’d really like to go out with you,” he began, with a gentle look in his eyes. “If you’d be willing to give me a chance, I promise to make you happy.”

His words were simple, but you could sense the sincerity behind them. That was precisely why you smiled at him and lightly nodded in grant to his request. From that point on, Jaemin and you took things slow. Getting to know each other through leisurely dates, engaging in late-night phone calls that stretched past one a.m., and eventually, sharing your first kiss beneath the moonlight. Na Jaemin was everything you imagined him to be and more.

Sometimes the two of you would be studying together in the library. But Jaemin found it hard to focus when you were right in front of him. Every now and then, you’d catch him staring, causing you to blush immensely.

“Jaemin, quit looking at me like that!” you stammered, your hands flying to cover your flushed face. “Don't you have homework to complete?”

Jaemin playfully pouted, feigning innocence. “How can you expect me to focus on homework when my adorable girlfriend is sitting right here?”

“You're impossible,” you shook your head in slight amusement.

He responded with a wink. “Only for you, princess.”

You couldn't help but smile, glancing back down at your notes. Jaemin was really something else. But you loved him, no matter how crazy he drove you.

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CHENLE

The first encounter you had with Chenle involved him apologizing profusely. Rushing to class, he inadvertently bumped into you in the hallway, causing his coffee to spill onto your shoes. He was pretty flustered because incidents like those didn’t happen to him very often.

“I'm really sorry, I should've been more careful,” he apologized, running a hand through his hair. “I can cover the cost of your shoes.”

An understanding smile crossed your expression as if the unsightly brown stain on your white sneakers was inconsequential. It made Chenle’s heart flutter instantly, although he didn’t let it show.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to do that.”

Chenle was about to object, but he glanced at the time and cursed under his breath. “Ugh, I really have to get to class. But I'll make it up to you, I promise!”

Before you could tell him it wasn't necessary, Chenle hurriedly dashed past you. You didn’t think much about the interaction for the rest of the day. Until a few days later when he caught you after one of your classes. He apologized again for your clumsy encounter the other day and asked if you were free that afternoon.

You tentatively said yes, and a few months down the line, you were dating. Your personalities were quite distinct, but you unexpectedly got along well and found yourselves gaining new perspectives from each other.

For study dates, Chenle often took you to the café near campus. Typically, you'd be the one diligently studying, while he would glance at his notes for about five minutes before deciding that was enough.

About half an hour into the study session, he would place a bubble milk tea before you. “Here, I got you the taro one because I remember you like it,” he'd say casually.

You looked up and smiled gratefully as your fingers curled around the cold beverage.

“Thanks, you really didn't have to,” you replied.

“No, my hard-working girlfriend deserves it,” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Chenle consistently expressed his love for you through subtle gestures. He may not verbalize it frequently, but you cherished the way his caring nature shone through these small acts. His actions served as constant reminders that you held a special place in his heart. The day of the accidental coffee spill was undoubtedly one of the most memorable events in your life. From that point forward, your love deepened, rooted in those genuine and affectionate moments, and you yearned to continue experiencing them indefinitely.

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JISUNG

Being freshmen, Jisung had crossed paths with you in a few of his classes. Although he had only exchanged a few words with you on a handful of occasions. However, every interaction left a strong impression of your kindness towards people. Despite being nervous around people he wasn’t familiar with, Jisung found himself joining the photography club when he discovered you were in it.

Truth be told, your heart soared with joy when you spotted Jisung at the first club meeting. His presence opened up new opportunities for the two of you to talk. You thought his awkwardness was cute and relatable.

Both of you shared a natural shyness, and the mutual crush you had on each other had endured for quite some time. The tipping point that finally led to you becoming a couple was the gentle nudge from your friends, who insisted you confess your feelings to each other.

Navigating the realm of dating proved to be its own challenge. Those initial study dates you had were certainly something else. Once Jisung managed to get lost in the library and you had to search for him between the towering bookshelves. Another time he was so focused on studying that he forgot you guys were on a date. Yet as time passed and the both of you grew more accustomed to each other, things gradually began to smooth out.

During exam season, Jisung and you endured the grueling process together. Often, you both found yourselves as the last occupants in the library, tirelessly poring over pages of notes and textbooks.

With your heads resting wearily against the tables, you both would lament. “I hate finals,” you muttered.

Jisung let out a deep sigh and reached out to hold your hand. “Me too. But at least we’re in this together.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you conceded. “Having you by my side definitely makes it more bearable.”

A shared, tired but soft smile passed between the both of you. Jisung gently helped you sit up and suggested it might be wise to leave before the librarian forced you guys out. Even though the stress of finals still lingered in the back of your mind, the walk back to the dorms with Jisung and the sweet good-night kiss you exchanged somehow made it feel all okay.

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[staybabblingbaby]

Felix Tinder AU (First Date Part) A1 D1

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: You match with what you think is a Stray Kids fan account on Tinder. You get along great with the account's owner, and think it's probably your most successful match to-date. Little do you know who's actually behind the screen...

Word Count: 1,543

Notes: I've avoided posting this one for so long because I've ended up doing something completely different, and it's probably going to end up as a hybrid SMAU for the actual thing. Plus, I didn't know Felix was religious when I wrote this and now it feels kind of disrespectful... Still! That's the purpose of the Archive! To see the writing in all of it's stages! So it's going up. There is no sequential part rn, but there is another attempt I will be posting soon that's VERY different.

Warnings: Talking about Religion and Parasocial relationships at one point.

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist | Next Part (Coming soon!)

As you pull to a stop in front of the fanciest hotel you’ve ever seen in your life, you can’t help but wonder how you’d gotten here. Feeling small and dirty in your beat up little car, you pull out your phone. Tinder’s fire-y little logo taunts you as you pull up the chat you need.

Ah, yes. Tinder. The root of all your problems, honestly. Not actually, but it feels like it right this second.

It had all started a few weeks ago. You were going through one of your lonely phases, where you started trying to join hobbyist groups and downloaded every dating app in existence in desperate attempts to at least make a friend. You’d do this just about every year or so, despite the fact that you were never able to make close or long lasting relationships through it, platonic or otherwise.

You’d always end up too busy with work or burn out your social battery way too early into a friendship to be passing up the opportunity to hang out. Not to mention quickly getting overwhelmed with the dating apps and retreating from them post-haste. It was a vicious cycle of loneliness and social exhaustion that you hadn’t figured out how to escape yet.

Tinder happened to be one of the dating apps you’d downloaded. Though you always had ‘NO HOOKUPS’ in all caps at the start of your profile, Tinder had always had great results for you in terms of matches. You’d met several long and short-term friends through the app, though no romantic prospects as of yet. Probably not ever, given Tinder’s nature, but you’d remain hopeful, if doubtful.

It had been during your initial binge-swiping that you’d noticed a funny profile. With just a cute Bbokari picture and a few video game memes in their gallery, the fully filled out profile and simple name, ‘Felix’, had felt intriguing. It had seemed just a bit backwards for what you recall Tinder being all about, regardless of how complicated the profiles got.

‘Travelling the US for a couple months, let’s cross paths!’ read the first line of the profile. You’d weighed the pros and cons of potential long distance and immediately decided that you didn’t care. Your profile was set for friends, anyways, and you‘d long had more internet friends than irl ones.

You’d swiped without anymore thought and lo’ and behold you’d matched immediately. Still riding the surge of social energy that came with deciding you’re desperate enough for dating apps, you’d decided to open with a little joke.

‘So, is this a SKZ fan account on Tinder or something? bc i could b into that lol’

You probably should have expected the immediate reply, seeing as you’d made your account all of 30 minutes prior and he’d swiped on you first, judging by the immediate match. Of course he was online. It’d still caught you off guard though.

‘Something like that lol. You a STAY?’

‘something like that :p’ ‘enough of one 2 have a bunch of their songs on my playlist, but that’s all i’ll say on that’

‘aw c’mon, who’s your bias?’

‘nuh uh, i’ve said enough. k-pop babble requires level 3 friendship’

‘lol alright, i’ll ask how your days been then’ ‘How’s your day going?’

The rest was, as they say, history. The two of you had really hit it off and kept chatting even as you quickly grow overwhelmed and stop your swiping crusades. You tell him about your forays into building a social life and, when that doesn’t pan out, about your latest crochet projects. He, in turn, tells you that he and his friends are traveling all over the US for work over the next couple of months and provides you with silly hotel room anecdotes.

If you never thought more deeply about the coincidence of a guy named Felix having a Bbokari picture on his Tinder profile, well, there were millions of STAYs worldwide. It only made sense that there was at least one Felix bias named Felix out there.

It’s only a few days later that you feel solid enough in your budding friendship to ask a burning question.

‘Not to switch topics (i’m sure my crochet rants r riveting), but can i ask a question?’

‘(They absolutely are) sure!’ ‘I retain my right to silence tho ;P’

‘lol fair ennough’

‘I was just wondering y you don’t have any pics on here?’ ‘I’m p convinved ur not a serial killer by now’

‘I could be, you never know!’ ‘stranger danger’

[pause represented either by text or in fake text tbd]

‘i’m just shy’ ‘I like to talk before anything else’

‘That’s fair’ ‘I’m good at talking lol’ ‘you may have noticed im a bit of a yapper’

‘lol’ ‘yeah, i like it :D’

You had to pretend very hard not to be flustered after that conversation. And also try very hard not to examine why that simple acknowledgement sent your heart fluttering.

You’d quickly switched the subject back to ranting about how black yarn was the devil and despairing about your lack of ability to count. You may be minorly allergic to serious conversations, but Felix hadn’t seemed to mind.

Another week goes by, Felix keeps you updated on his cross-country adventure and you whine about how much you envy his job for letting him travel. He laughs you off and retorts with how exhausting it gets. He seems to be genuinely enjoying the hell out of whatever it is he’s doing though, so you don’t take him too seriously.

As time goes on your conversations get deeper. It’s towards the end of a conversation about religion, belief systems, and community that something shifts between you, ever so slightly.

‘ok but like’ ‘and hear me out here’ ‘religion is a parasocial relationship with a being of dubious existence’

‘lol what?’

‘No but fr!’ ‘ok so, like’ ‘listen it’s like k-pop idols, right?’

‘right?’

‘LISTEN, ok, so you know how, like, idols are basically manufactured to build a parasocial relationship with fans?’ ‘to the point some fans are actually insane about it?’

‘I’m well aware, yes’

‘Well religion is the same thing, i mean, think about it!’ ‘I have not met a devout Christian who wasn’t a lil insane abt their relationship with God’ ‘some are rlly nice abt it, but they literally say “our holy father who art in heaven” and call themselves his children’ ‘THAT is a parasocial relationship!’ ‘It’s the same w idols, right?’ ‘except the relationship is dating or friends or whatever image theyre curating’

‘right’

‘and think about it this way ok’ ‘the reason parasocial relationships are treated with cuation despite our predisposition to them as humans in the digital age is because they get dangerous when people delude themselves into thinking its real’ ‘It’s the same thing with religion except theyre encouraged 2 believe its all real in an attempt to instill them with certain morals’ ‘That’s how you get religous extremests’

‘I hadn’t thought of it that way’

‘and don’t get me wrong! I eat that shit up. I’m on bubble and all sorts. it’s just a facinating parallel between religon and fan spaces and the communities they create.’ ‘some fandoms are more organized than some churches i’ve seen’

‘i think this is the first time you’ve mentioned k-pop since we started talking’ ‘so you’re on bubble, huh? interesting’

‘Noooo my babbling has betrayed me!’ ‘I always knew it would T^T’

‘lol i still wanna know who your bias is’

‘you’ll die wondering’

‘well, then, what are your thoughts about meeting an idol?’

‘what is this, an interview?’

‘maybe’

‘lol ok’

‘i mean, in the vein of all fans, i’d be thrilled? ig?’

‘ig?’

‘Well, i’m kinda scared lol’ ‘idols intimidate me’

‘aw why are you scared?! i’m sure they’re lovely’

‘lol they’d have to b xD’ ‘idk man they just scare me! If i saw an idol in the wild i’d flee, no hesitation’ ‘poof, gone’

‘lolol imagine that poor idol saw you book it the other direction’

‘they’d survive lol’ ‘but nah, yeah, i’d be thrilled to meet an idol but i’d pass out i think’

‘well don’t do that’

‘listen, strangers scare me enough, attractive strangers that i admire very much? terrifying’

‘fair enough ig’ ‘so you wouldn’t talk to an idol if given the chance?’

‘y r u so interested? this is a weird line of question’

‘i’m just curious!’

‘i mean, depends on the context? a fan sign or something i’d probably b fine, if a nervous wreck, but like’ ‘in public?’ ‘I’d prolly keep my distance’ ‘like’ ‘Idols deserve their privacy too, yknow?’ ‘nerves aside, leaving them tf alone would just be the polite thing’ ‘idols are people too, yknow? I try not to forget that, regardless of how godly their music’

‘I agree’ ‘I think they’d appriciate that’

‘right? and, like, if i ever met an idol i’d have to confront the reality that they themselves are real, yknow?’ ‘it wouldn’t make me less of a fan but i’d def feel weird about several fan activities’

‘lol like what?’

‘wouldn’t you like to know weather boy?’

After that conversation, you couldn’t put your finger on it, but something had shifted in your friendship.

[k0komis]

hello! i really loved your hcs about having a lover sensitive to cold and i was wondering if i could get the same thing but with alhaitham and heizou :) have a nice day !

❦ Having a Lover sensitive to Cold (II) ❦

Pairing: Reader with Al-Haitham, Heizou and Diluc (separately)

A/N: I'm glad you liked the previous part! I'm more than happy to provide you with more characters!! Saying so, hope you don't mind me adding Diluc because 'the Rule of Three' ~

Warnings: Established Relationships, Al-haitham and Diluc are smooth bastards, I used Heizou's birthday art I'm sorry

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.｡.:*♡ At first, you were self conscious that your boyfriend Al-Haitham might judge you due to your weakness to the cold. You tried to hide it from him, pretending to be busy or distracted when it came to anything cold.

.｡.:*♡ Of course, you should've known it was never possible to hide anything from the Scribe himself. He caught you in your act and had got suspicious of you.

.｡.:*♡ When you sheepishly told him that you were just weak to the cold, a smile painted his face- the most rare sight on Tevyat.

.｡.:*♡ He had simply shaken his head, gently scolding you for scaring him like that. He later gave you the biggest lecture on how it is completely normal and valid to not like the cold.

.｡.:*♡ He was careful about learning your comfort zones and would always visit you during Sumeru winters to make sure you were healthy.

.｡.:*♡ When one day you greeted him with a sore throat, he was very unpleased and a sense of protectiveness enveloped him.

"You are NOT doing anything labour intensive today." He commanded you, checking your temple for any signs of fever. You huffed, he had already told you that ten times before.

"Who's cooking then, you?"

The look he gave you felt almost mocking.

"I'll go grab something from Puspa Cafe, silly." He remarked, before picking you up bridal style.

"Weakening yourself like this will prove to be a great tactical advantage for your enemies," He said, "And anyway... Guess what?"

You looked up at him, hands wrapped around his torso. He leaned closer to your face and whispered, "Only I'm allowed to make your throat sore."

The heat that rose to your cheeks was enough to combat the cold outside.

.｡.:*♡ Being a detective was very demanding. One thing people rarely talked about was about how you need to run from place to place to gather even the tiniest of leads or clues. Being Heizou's partner in many cases meant you had to often go to these locations in his place.

.｡.:*♡ Heizou had noticed how there were specific places you simply refused to go to. He had noticed these places were mostly wintery lands. At first he had concluded maybe you had something personal against Snezhnaya and the Cryo Archon.

.｡.:*♡ But when he found out you were reluctant to indulge in cold foods too, he finally understood that you had problem with the temparature itself.

.｡.:*♡ He absolutely adored teasing you to hell for it, albeit making sure you were okay with it at first. But at the end of the day he was very gentle and caring for you too.

.｡.:*♡ He loved buying you a cold drink and then warming it by holding it between his palms. He remarked how it was "warmed with his affection".

Heizou had brought you over to Tomoki's stall. Apparently he had made a new drink in addition to his dango-milk. It was some form of creamy slushie.

"Are you sure about this?" You asked him, tightening your shawl around your body. He laced his fingers through yours, giving you a warm smile.

"Trust the detective." He winked.

As usual, he ordered one large serving, for you two would generally share the same drink. He didn't mind his cold drink being warm at all, he just wanted you to be safe.

You leaned on his shoulder and watched him warm up your drink. You smiled, and promptly placed a kiss to his cheek. He did the cute thing where he'd pout after any pda.

"I appreciate you so much, love." You murmured.

.｡.:*♡ Diluc undeniably owned the concept of warmth and fire. You felt relieved knowing that whatever may come, your boyfriend will always be able to protect you.

.｡.:*♡ When you had told him your fear for the cold, it had reminded him of the harsh winter scape of Snezhnaya, and he had embraced you in the tightest hug ever.

.｡.:*♡ Sometimes winters in Mondstadt got too cold, and in those days Diluc would unapologetically take all his days off to spend time with you in the Dawn Winery.

.｡.:*♡ He'd have you sitting on his lap, his vision making his body slightly warm so that you fit snug on his chest. You loved hearing his heartbeat echo in your mind.

.｡.:*♡ He appreciated how you coming into his life made his vision hold a much more higher value to him.

.｡.:*♡ His kisses were direct on your lips, fiery and passionate. It made you feel hot inside, not that you were complaining.

Night light poured in through the big windows on Dawn Winery. You were in Diluc's embrace, slowly dancing to the rythm of the music gently playing in the background. Nothing seemed to matter in that moment except the eye contact you two held.

He lifted you up by your hips, spinning you around him once, twice, before you were all giddy and giggling, begging him to stop.

You laughed and kept you head on his chest as he smiled and caressed your hair. How he enjoyed the soft silence that hung in the air. There was no tension, no past grievances he had to worry about.