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“it could be cool to be a race engineer, but… you really need to be clever, and… 😅”

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Great Power Comes with No Responsibilities

Ror men with a powerful but lazy s/o.

Requested by 🦅 anon.

Characters: Qin Shi Huang, Jack the Ripper, Buddha and Loki.

Warnings: A bit of angst in Jack's part. 😶

Notes: Do you think I wrote too much this time?

Scenario:

"Female god reader who is extremely powerful but lazy , lazy in the means she liked to lie down and sleep a lot , if she wants to she could kill zeus and she can be really intimidating but shes soft around them."

Qin Shi Huang

He didn't even notice you were a god.

You looked too exhausted to function, and yet you were ready to fight whomever tried to harm him.

He would take care of any obstacles that would dare present itself to him, but he loves how you sort the situation than he does.

There were times where you offered to lift his curse, but he declined.

According to him, if he as an emperor could not endure this curse, how could he rule a nation.

You haven't heard such wise words from anyone else before. You smile at him, and gently give him a kiss on his head.

No one dares to challenge either of you as they fear the both individually.

In private, he declares his love and loyalty for you, as the two of you embrace each other.

"Even if the Heavens dare to object our love, we'll remain ontop."

Jack the Ripper

He's honestly surprised how someone like you could love a man like him.

He has faced many hardships, threats and much more from people who knew him and those who don't.

However, when it comes to you, he can't help but cry a little at the smallest hint of love and kindness someone has ever given him.

Someone who is even more powerful than Zeus himself. Despite your intimidating nature, he finds it soothing.

Especially when you are so soft around him. He often wonders what he did to be loved and cherished by someone like you.

Many wanted to end his life even before he fought Hercules. He is very thankful that you continue to defend him even with your reputation at stake.

You often don't mind defending him against the other gods, after all he is your lover.

It's unknown how you two got together, but it does not matter as the two of you are head over heels for each other. (Good for you.)

"I don't know what I did to have to have you in my life, but I promise to cherish our time forever my dear."

Buddha

My guy here is taking advantage of the whole situation.

You can't blame him though, he is literally in a relationship with someone who is as strong, if not stronger than a primordial god!

Many wonder how in the world did you end up with someone like him, but seeing how lazy you are, it makes sense.

Often times, when Zeus threatens to punish him, you put Zeus in his place, promising an eternity of pain should he ever hurt your lover.

The smirk on his face says it all. (Me too.)

He is happy at the fact that even though you are powerful enough to defeat Zeus, or any chief god, you don't get arrogant.

Despite how powerful you are, he treats you the same way he treats everyone, just with more affection.

You bet he's telling Jataka about you, and how much he loves you!

"Thanks for taking care of the other gods for me. I'll cuddle you later if you want honeybun."

Loki

Another one on the list of taking advantage of this, however to an even greater degree. (What did you expect?)

Whenever he pranks Thor or Odin, he immediately runs to you. The two can't do anything but give him a death glare.

He's busy giggling his bum off behind your back, as you wake up from your nap and question who woke you up.

He often questions you if Zeus truly is the Grandfather of the Cosmos. To which you reply an exhausted, "No, it's only because he is powerful and looks older than he is."

At first he thought you were a demigod due to how sluggish you were acting. But quickly straightened up after seeing Zeus treat you with more respect than anyone.

He tried pranking you, but you were too tired to notice anything. And when you did notice, it backfired on him, resulting to him being confined in the emergency room.

He definitely thinks you're weird and has voiced this, but knows you won't care either way. He also tries to get a reaction from you.

He likes telling you the latest stories (or gossip) from the Heavens. You sometimes stay awake just to hear them.

"Apparently there was a rumors spreading around about Aphrodite's beauty salon."

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I’m not sure if you do like requests or anything, if not totally ignore this, but I was wondering if you’d write something about Damien and fem!reader having a lil romantic bath and it gets…steamy 😶

I had a bath earlier and had the Smosh Reddit episode with Ian and Damien playing while I was in there. It generated some… ✨ thoughts ✨

Hot Water

Pairing: Damien Haas x f!Reader

Summary: “You abandoned the running water after dipping a finger under the faucet to check the temperature, sidling up to Damien and raking your nails down his chest. He closed his eyes, sighing out softly at the feeling of your nails as they caught on the fabric of his shirt.”

Warnings: SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI!!!!) fingering, dirty talk, if I missed anything please let me know!!

The sun hadn't yet set, but the atmosphere of the house was sleepy.

You felt cozy and undisturbed; completely at peace after a day spent doing tedious household chores and nothing else.

Positioned across the couch, your head on Damien's lap, you let your eyes flutter shut as he ran his fingers lazily through your hair. The TV droned softly in the background, the cats had finally settled, and you felt totally unbothered.

It felt right; doing nothing together was the perfect way to end a day you'd spent doing nothing by yourself.

You stretched your legs, moving your ankle in a circular motion until you felt a stretch and then a pop, sighing contentedly when you heard the satisfying crack you had been hoping for.

"Good one." Damien spoke softly above you, still weaving his hand through your hair.

You turned, shifting onto your back to look up at him from your spot on his lap.

He had his eyes closed, already half asleep despite the early hour. You couldn't really blame him—you yourself could feel the beginnings of drowsiness taking hold, in part due to the comfort of your position on his thighs.

You reached up, running a hand over his cheek and letting his stubble bite gently at your palm.

"I was thinking of taking a bath." You began, musing aloud.

Damien opened one eye, intrigued by your thought. He stayed silent, attempting to quirk a brow properly with only one eye open.

"Was thinking of asking you to join me..."

Both of his eyes were open now.

He grinned down at you, pausing his ministrations with your hair and instead taking a strand and giving it a soft tug.

"You're just full of good ideas."

“I’ve been known to come up with some pretty impressive schemes,” you smiled up at him, “From time to time…”

“I’m not disagreeing.”

You sat up, swatting at his bicep and leaning into him. He took the opportunity to push the hair he had mussed from your face, trailing a finger over your cheek.

“Sure you want me to come with you?” He asked, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to stay with you on the couch for a moment longer, admiring you in the soft light that streamed in through the window. “Pretty small bath...”

You smirked, reaching up to grab his wrist, pulling his hand from your face and pressing a suggestive kiss to his palm.

“That’s kinda the point.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, and you rose from the couch, stretching as best you could before making your way to the bathroom to run the water.

You could feel his presence behind you, turning to see him leaning on the doorframe. He grinned, eyes heavily lidded and creased at the corners.

You abandoned the running water after dipping a finger under the faucet to check the temperature, sidling up to Damien and raking your nails down his chest. He closed his eyes, sighing out softly at the feeling of your nails as they caught on the fabric of his shirt.

He grabbed your forearm, pulling your hand up to kiss your palm.

“Don’t let the bath overflow.” He mumbled, half-teasing as he eyed the steadily rising water in the tub behind you.

“Won’t,” you breathed, “Wouldn’t be romantic.”

He chuckled lightly, leaning down to kiss you. He toyed with the fabric that adorned you; the flannel that loosely covered your form steadily slipping off your shoulders to reveal more of the tank top you had on underneath.

He tugged that off you, too.

“C’mon,” he mumbled, one hand stroking up and down your sides as he tossed the garments out of the way, “Water’s gonna get cold.”

“You’re just being impatient.” You chided playfully, stripping yourself of the last of the clothing you had on, letting your shorts and underwear pool around your ankles before gingerly stepping out of them.

“I mean—I wasn’t trying to be,” Damien took a small step back, raking his gaze over you and admiring your unobstructed form, “Now I’m definitely feeling a little eager, though.”

You rolled your eyes, splaying a hand out on his chest.

“Take your clothes off, Damien.”

He raised his eyebrows, obliging but teasing.

“Oh, but I’m impatient…” He feigned exasperation as he undressed, not caring where his clothes went as long as they came off.

You smirked at him, rolling your eyes once more before hesitantly dipping your toes into the water that filled the bath. It was hot, but not scalding, and you had no doubt it would remain comfortable if you sat idly for a while.

And that’s exactly what you had planned.

You turned back to Damien, watching silently for a moment as he leaned his shoulder against the wall to tug his sock off. You smiled when he straightened up, wobbling slightly as he lost the support of the wall.

“Handsome…” You let your gaze rake over him, acutely aware of your own nudity but not caring at all to hide yourself from him.

You wanted him to see you; you loved sharing yourself with him.

“Take a picture, why don’t you,” Damien moved to trail his hands over your arms, intertwining his fingers with yours to pull you in and drop his head to the crook of your neck. He pressed kisses to your skin, voice muffled slightly, “You want me to get in first, huh?”

“So I can lean on you,” you mumbled, uncoupling one of your hands from his to reach up and cup the back of his head. “Comfy…”

He chuckled quietly, pressing one more kiss to your shoulder before separating from you.

“You only invited me in here with you because you needed a pillow.” He stepped into the water cautiously, sighing as the heat coated his skin.

“I called you handsome, didn’t I?” You grinned, watching him settle in and lean back.

“Buttering me up,” he rolled his shoulders back to get comfortable, rubbing a hand over his chest. “C’mere.”

“It worked…” You mumbled, moving to step into the water, sinking into it and onto his lap.

Leaning your head back on his shoulder, you reached up behind yourself to trace his jaw with one finger.

“You know I’d do anything you asked,” he held your waist, the surface of the water rippling gently when he gave you a squeeze. “Even if you are literally objectifying me…”

You pinched his cheek clumsily, and he swatted your hand gently away from his face so that he could properly wrap his arms around you. Pulling you as close as he could, he pressed his face to your shoulder.

“You gonna do any actual bathing?” He smiled against your skin.

“No,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you let your body melt against him, “Too sleepy…”

“Too sleepy.” He mumbled your words back to you, trailing his hands up the expanse of your torso, starting just above your thighs and stopping just below the swell of your breasts.

“Keep touching me like that and I’ll wake up, though.” You smiled softly, letting out a soft sound when his palms surpassed the initial stopping point he’d set and just barely brushed against your nipples.

“Figured…” He hummed, still resting his chin on your shoulder but tilting his face enough to press kisses to the curve of your neck.

“Feels nice,” you whispered, letting out a quiet breath when his ministrations became a bit bolder as he squeezed the meat of your thighs. “Damien…”

“Just relax, princess,” he was still nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his words warm against your skin. “I got you.”

“I know,” your eyes were half-lidded as you stared idly at the wall in front of you, “Going so slow, though.”

“Thought you wanted a nice bath,” he chuckled, and you could feel the vibrations run through his chest and against your back. “Can’t just manhandle you while you’re trying to chill out.”

Despite his words, his feigned respect towards the notion of allowing you to have a soothing experience, his touch grew more eager; one hand enveloped your breast, kneading your flesh hungrily as his other hand trailed down your stomach in a telling manner.

“Yes you can…” You exhaled a broken sigh, verging on a whimper as you arched your back to chase the warmth of his hands.

“If you’re gonna be impatient about it, I guess I have to.” He smiled against your throat, nipping once at the sensitive skin there before leaning back and watching his hands roam your body.

“Please.” You mewled when the tips of his fingers ghosted over your mound, stopping short of your clit and pausing to prolong your desire.

He hummed behind you, giving in as soon as the plea left your lips and letting his hand slip further between your legs to offer you the relief you so badly wanted. Two fingers pressed gentle circles over your clit, his slow movements building up your arousal and making the water slosh gently around your body.

“That’s it,” Damien’s lips brushed the shell of your ear as he spoke, “That’s relaxing, isn’t it, baby?”

You nodded, moaning softly as you moved your hips to meet his careful movements, craving a harder friction.

“I want—” It was a whisper, a breathy attempt to verbalize your needs, “I want your fingers.”

“You have them,” he smiled wolfishly, pressing a kiss to your temple, “You want them somewhere else?”

“Inside.” You whined at his teasing.

“Yeah?” He continued to respond in a mocking tone, though his voice came out too gently to really be considered ridiculing. “You wanna cum on my fingers, princess?”

You nodded, wrapping your fingers around his forearm and tugging in an effort to get him to follow through. He laughed, allowing you to move his hand until his middle finger was able to access your slit, the slickness of your arousal a thick contrast to the water in the bath.

He couldn’t help but groan when he traced your entrance with his finger, pushing into you until he felt the velvet hug of your walls around the digit, relishing your increasingly louder sounds as he began to thrust it in and out of you.

“Y-yeah—” You turned your face, pressing your cheek to his collar bone, “Damien, just like that—just like that.”

“I know, baby,” he cooed, his nonchalance clearly feigned as his voice grew hoarse, his cock pressing hard against your back.

He rocked his hips slowly, in rhythm with the pace of his finger as it pushed into you, in an effort to chase some pleasure.

“You just want the one? Gonna let me add another, open you up a little more?”

You whimpered, rolling your hips against the intrusion of his hand in place of a verbal reply, and he took the action in stride, pulling his hand back enough to push a second finger into your cunt. He moaned at the squeeze of your walls, burying his face in your hair and pressing kisses to the crown of your head.

He drank in your sounds, the way you trembled under such miniscule ministrations; the water was growing tepid, and the bath was cramped, but he couldn’t stop now if he wanted to—your pleasure was unendingly satisfactory to him.

Damien curled his fingers, pressing the heel of his palm against your clit until he heard you moan, your grip on his arm tightening before going lax as you gave into the bliss.

He kept his chin on the top of your head, gaze focused on where his hand met your body. His other hand moved to grip your waist, squeezing you gently to make sure you paid attention to his words.

“C’mon,” his voice was a satiny growl, “I wanna feel it, baby. You’re so close—let me feel you.”

You whimpered, arching your back and raising your hips enough to feel his fingers press against the delicate spot on your front wall until your body all but collapsed under the feeling.

You sighed out his name, bucking your hips hesitantly as you rode out the aftershocks of your high with his fingers still pressing that tender spot inside of you.

Damien hummed contentedly, letting you settle before gently pulling his hand back from between your legs, bringing his fingers to your mouth and tapping against your lips. You opened with pleasure, swirling your tongue to taste the arousal you had left on the digits.

Damien groaned, dropping his face to your shoulder; the image of you so blissfully and obediently cleaning his hand, your lips wrapped so delicately around his fingers as you eagerly lapped up your slick, made him painfully hard. He bucked his hips as gently as he could against your back again.

You grinned, shrugging your shoulders to get him to look at you.

“Water’s cold.” You smiled, licking your lips.

“Just when I was getting comfortable, too.” Damien feigned disappointment, his hands falling to your hips and pulling you back against him.

You kissed his cheek, letting your lips graze his skin as you replied.

“We should get out.”

“Should we?” He blinked slowly, sleepy and perfectly happy to stay in the increasingly lukewarm water with you pressed firmly against him.

“We should,” you nodded, smirking, “Can’t do what I want to do to you in a cramped bath.”

Damien opened his eyes wide, grinning.

“Well, when you put it that way…” He wrapped his arms around you, dropping his face to the crook of your neck again. “Lead the way.”

“Have to let go of me.” You laughed, squirming playfully in his grip and yanking at his arms where they trapped you.

“In a second.” He mumbled, pressing lazy kisses to your neck.

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[emeraldserenade]

So I’m a bit hooked on husband!Joaquin now 😶 could you write something a little angsty (they have an argument about Joaquin not checking in as consistently as he promised/wife working more to take her mind off of him being in danger all the time)? She tries to take off to get space and gets drunk at a bar and you can do what you would like next with the story. I’m just excited to see what you write ❤️❤️❤️

Check In ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: One argument, one creep at the bar, one apology, but two lovers

tw: fem!reader, husband!Joaquín, angst, reader gets harassed by creep at a bar, happy ending, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, Sid!! I'm glad someone else is just in love with husband!Joaquín as I am!!

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You knew what it meant when Joaquín asked you to marry him, it would be the same as now. You'd be worried about his safety and if he would even come back. But you loved him, you loved Joaquín so much that you said yes and married him anyway.

You hated fighting but Joaquín promised that he would call and check in more often than he was. You were even sure what was said, but you knew that Joaquín had to leave before the argument was over and could be resolved. So you threw yourself into work, you worked more and ignored when Joaquín would call to check in. You would only answer when you deemed it to be convenient or when you got back home.

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You were at the bar down the street from your work, you got off early that Friday and knew that Joaquín was probably waiting at home for you. You weren't ready to see him and go back to fighting, to having non constructive conversations. You knew you were drunk, not too much that you didn't know what was happening, but enough to no longer be as angry. That's when a man approached you, his smile too sharp and wide to be friendly. "What's a pretty lady like you doing alone?"

"I'm married," you slurred a bit and he laughed.

"Your husband doesn't have to know, he probably won't care. Why else would he leave such a pretty little lady like you all alone and drunk?" The man reached out to brush your hair off your shoulder and running down your chest before he rudely cupped your breast. You flinched back, you weren't sure what to say but thankfully you didn't have to.

"I do know and I do care," Joaquín's voice was soothing to you, even when you were upset with him. You looked over at him with glassy eyes, you wanted to throw yourself in his arms but you felt too dirty after how the man touched you. "I suggest you walk away from my wife before I do something I'd rather not have to," Joaquín raised his eye brow as he slowly stepped closer to the man.

"Whatever, man. She ain't that pretty anyway," he mumbled before walking off, you wanted to sob. The alcohol and emotions from the encounter making you overwhelmed.

"Come on, let's go home," Joaquín said, throwing money on the counter.

"I already paid," you mumbled but Joaquín didn't care, he was more worried about the tears running down your face. He frowned at the sight and made the mental note to ask in the car. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Sam was taking me home and I saw your car in the parking lot," Joaquín said, leading you to the car. You climbed into the passenger seat and slumped against the window. You didn't look at Joaquín when he got in and started the car, you just stared out the window and cried. You were almost home when you finally couldn't handle the silence.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for letting him touch me," you sobbed, your guilt eating you alive. "I didn't do anything but tell him I'm married. Maybe if I had said that I wasn't interested he wouldn't have-" Joaquín cut you off by harshly pulling into the driveway.

"No," Joaquín firmly said, turning to look at you. "No, this is not your fault, ok? He's the one that should be apologizing," Joaquín told you, his eye blazing.

"But," you wanted to argue but you didn't have the heart to continue. "Thank you for not being mad at me," you whispered, wrapping your arms around your middle as your insecurities started to get louder.

"Let's go inside," Joaquín sighed and you nodded, you were slowly getting more sober. You followed Joaquín into the house, your vision blurry as you cried. You sat down on the couch and stripped the shirt you were wearing off, it left you in nothing but your pants and bra.

"Will you let me burn that shirt?" You asked, scared to even wear it again. Joaquín said nothing as he sat down next to you, he held his hands out and you took them.

"Y/n, I'm not mad at you. I wasn't mad when I left and I'm not mad now. I know I said I'd check in when I could and I know I've been slacking on it. And I am so so sorry about that, but I am not mad," Joaquín said, looking you in the eyes so you could see the seriousness in them.

"I'm sorry for yelling," you whispered. "I'm sorry for not being more understanding about your check ins, I know you're a busy man," you sighed, your tears still flowing. "And I'm sorry for letting that man-" Joaquín cut you off with a gentle hand squeeze.

"You do not need to apologize for another man's actions, ok? I trust you and I know you wouldn't let that happen normally. I know you love me because you show me everyday, and because you married me," Joaquín said. You broke at his words and hugged him, burying your face in his neck as you sobbed a little more. "Do you want to shower? I'll make dinner and we can watch whatever movie you want," Joaquín offered and you nodded into his neck but made no move to leave his embrace. Joaquín wasn't going to force you to move, not until you were ready, but he knew he needed to actually have a conversation about how to fix his check in problem when you weren't drunk and your emotions were so high. For now, he would hold you while you soaked up the comfort before making you both dinner and curling up on the couch together.

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[lilbluustar]

anton's toxic traits as a boyfriend

anton in general is a super sweet, attentive and loving boyfriend, but no one is perfect, right? that's why his toxic traits, are more subtle things, those that are not noticeable at first glance but can affect the relationship over time.

⊹ very perfectionistic (and that can affect himself and the relationship)

anton always wants to do his best in everything, but sometimes that makes him too self-demanding. if he feels he's not good enough for you or isn't meeting your expectations, he may overthink things too much and pull away a bit for no apparent reason.

it would be up to you to remind him that he doesn't have to be perfect, that you love him for who he is, and that you don't need grand gestures all the time to know how much he loves you.

⊹ proud in arguments

if there is a fight, anton is not one to yell or lose control, but he's proud. if he thinks he is right, he will have a hard time giving in and may lock himself into his point of view. he's not one to seek immediate reconciliation; sometimes, if he gets angry, he will prefer to walk away for a while before talking things out.

you may need to be the one to make him think things over or give him space until he is ready to talk.

⊹ has a hard time expressing what he really feels (and sometimes keeps it too much to himself)

anton is not the type to make drama or explode into fights. but when something bothers him, instead of saying it up front, he may hold it in until he explodes. he won't make a scene with you, but he will change his attitude, become more distant or cold, and when you ask him "what's wrong with you?" he'll say a simple "nothing."

but watch out, his look and body language will give him away completely.

⊹ silent but intense jealousy

anton is not one to make a fuss over jealousy, but it shows. if he sees that someone else is looking at you with too much interest, or if you're laughing too much with another guy, he'll keep quiet, but his expression will change. Maybe he'll clench his jaw or his hands will clench into fists without realizing it.

what's worse is that he's not going to say anything in the moment, but at night, when you're alone, that's when he'll ask you calmly and quietly, "you had a lot of fun with him, didn't you?" 😶

and if he feels the situation warrants it... that's when his possessive side comes out in intimacy and he wants to remind you who you belong to.

⊹ he’s too shy to clearly express what he feels.

he’s not the type to say "i love you" easily. he prefers to show it through actions, but sometimes you need to hear the words.

if you ask him "do you love me?", he gets nervous, looks away, and responds, "of course... i don’t have to say it, right?"

⊹ he’s not the best at communicating his emotions.

if something bothers him, he doesn’t say anything in the moment. he prefers to keep it to himself until he can’t hold it in anymore.

when he finally lets it out, it comes out awkwardly, as if he’s been rehearsing it in his head for weeks.

⊹ he can be too serious or expressionless at important moments.

you give him a special gift, and instead of a big reaction, he just says, "oh, thanks, i really like it."

It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate it; he just doesn’t know how to express excitement in an exaggerated way.

⊹ he’s so calm that sometimes it seems like he doesn’t care about anything.

it’s not that he doesn’t care about you, it’s just that he doesn’t react impulsively.

you could tell him something shocking, and his response would be, "mmm… that’s crazy," while he stays in his own world.

⊹ he has a very defined comfort zone and struggles to step out of it.

if you invite him to do something out of the ordinary, he’ll probably say, "i don’t know… it sounds complicated."

he doesn’t like sudden changes and prefers routine

⊹ he’s the type who prefers to show affection in private.

he doesn’t like PDA. he might hold your hand in the street, but if you try to kiss him, he’ll turn red and pull away.

at home, he’s the most affectionate boyfriend in the world, but in public, he’s reserved.

⊹ he’s the type who disappears into his own world.

sometimes, he’s so focused on his music, phone, or whatever he’s doing, that he doesn’t even notice when you talk to him.

you could be telling him something, and suddenly realize that he hasn’t even been listening.

⊹ when he really gets angry, he’s cold and distant.

he doesn’t yell or make a scene, but his indifference hurts more than any argument.

if he feels hurt, he withdraws and leaves you with the uncertainty of what he’s thinking.

⊹ he avoids eye contact when he’s nervous or uncomfortable.

if you confront him about something, instead of looking you in the eyes and talking about it, he acts distracted or changes the subject.

you might get upset and say, "anton, look at me when I’m talking to you," but he keeps looking at his phone or fiddling with his hands.

⊹ he’s the type who prefers listening over speaking.

he lets you vent for hours, but when you ask him what he thinks, he just says, "i don’t know, i guess you’re right."

sometimes it feels like the relationship is a monologue because he responds with short phrases and nods.

anton wouldn't be toxic on an extreme level, but he would have his little details that, if not handled well, could lead to problems. he would be that kind of boyfriend who is too nice, but when something touches him deep down, he brings out a side that no one would expect.

but his shyness, difficulty communicating his emotions, and tendency to disconnect from the world can sometimes make you feel a bit frustrated.

im dying (and ovulating) with that photoshoot🙃🙃🙃🙃

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WRONG! apocalypse with thye steel chair

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Wait, serious question, what is this talking about?

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it’s a joke based on a conspiracy theory that a bunch of unicornis kids started. they think the foretellers are all scheming something behind our backs and planning to turn us against each other, resulting in ‘the keyblade war’. there’s even something about one of them specifically being a ‘traitor’ trying to ruin us all. entertaining, but ultimately in very poor taste when you consider the current state of society

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common unicornis L

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>complains about people trying to turn the unions against each other

>points a finger at unicornis specifically

>nevermind the fact that both of the above people have been publicly called out for multiple counts of harassing dandelions, vulpes members, lady ava herself, etc….

🤍peacelovechirithy🐻 Follow

‘harassing’ and it’s lightly making fun of people for having the most expensive gear in town lol. sorry i do not respect rich people! sue me! it’s a coincidence they all happened to be fox people

❤️‍🔥legalize-zettaflare🐆 Follow

if anything, we should be talking about vulpes privilege if every one of them i’ve ever met has tons of lux and cool gear despite mediocre talent….

🎶beforethedaylight🦊 Follow

VULPES CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO 🏆🥇💯‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

🌸illustratedkairiex 🐆 Follow

Hi, I don’t normally add on but I’d just like to say that it’s really harmful to talk as if Dandelions are all members of Vulpes and vice versa. I’m a Dandelion and I love Lady Ava, but I am not at all affiliated with those hooligans and barbarians, nor do I want to be. Thank you.

🎶beforethedaylight🦊 Follow

VULPES CAMPEÃO DO MUNDO 🏆🥇💯‼️ 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

🕯️sewersquadsoldier🦊 Follow

fellas is it a ‘conspiracy theory’ to read the news and think critically about the future instead of blindly doing your missions?

🚰 dbt-water-commission-official Follow

go die of dysentery or something

❣️theforetellersarelyingtous 🐻 Follow

anyone else hear that ominous bell tolling

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[k1mbe3rly]

I got another request for youuu 😘 ok so hear me out , a Myung-gi and jun- hee threesumn (let's pretend junhee isnt pregnant ok? 👩‍🦲) , so could you do where junhee and f!reader are making out in the bathroom or wtv and Myunggi joins (junhee and him are still ex's but in the heat of the moment junhee didnt really care😶) (idkk , this is so random help) and it turns into rough sex or smth like that with the 3 of them?? Dom!f!reader / switch!Myunggi / sub!junhee

ouu okk prob gonna take me awhileee cause i lowkey brainstorming all day 😩

Is this normal?

warnings: Smut; ⚠️threesome⚠️ , tongue kissing, WLW, WLM, FEM! reader

Lately you’ve been avoiding the both of them, Jun hee and Myung gi. Ever since that little sexual tension thing you had with Jun hee and being caught by myung gi, you kept avoiding them both, when Jun hee infront of you, you quickly walk away or make an excuse to leave. For myung gi you didn’t even talk to him because you don’t know him, so you didn’t care but still felt embarrassed.

It was until you walked to the bathroom, Jun hee watched you as she looked back at Myung gi, He just shrugged as Jun hee rolled her eyes and quickly followed you

After you finished whatever you were doing in the stall, you went to wash your hands, while washing your hands you heard the bathroom open, you ignored it until you turned off the faucet and looked in the mirror seeing Jun hee, “oh god..” you mumbled under your breath. You have her a small bow and tried going around her. She quickly put a hand on your chest to stop you

“Why are you avoiding me?” She simply asked looking into you, you looked at her and looked away for a moment “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said casually

She had a bit of annoyance in her face when you said that “Stop playing dumb. Why are you ignoring me as well huh? Do you think it’s cute or something?” She said harshly as she pushed you into the counter a bit.

You just smacked your lips and rolled your eyes “I’m not thinking anything, it was just my first time ever doing that” you said back.

“And it was mine too. I’ve been trying to talk to you but your ignoring me like i’m some nightstand” she said as she kept staring at you

“Well i thought it was a one time thing..i didn’t think anything else of it” you sighed, as you looked way a bit, “You really think that?” She growled out, you nodded a bit, She scoffed out.

without thinking she grabbed you and kissed you harshly, you grunted out in surprise, you quickly pulled back, you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, instead you kissed her as well, kissing went into a full makeout, her hands on your cheeks and your hands under her jacket, soft moan, both mouths moving in sync

With an opportunity you slid your tongue into her mouth, she let out a low moan as yalls tongue tangled with eachother, she started taking off her jacket and moved her hands to your jackets pulling off as well, yall were to far gone and too focused to hear the door open..

“Should’ve known.” you heard a voice, a bit too similar as last time as you pulled back and looked over to see, not suprised, Myung gi. “Ah jesus christ..what do you want?” You said causally, Myung gi shrugged and walked closer to the both of you “I don’t know, mind if i join?” He said without hesitation, you raised an eyebrow and looked at Jun hee, she shrugged “I don’t care” She said.

Not even that long after Myung gi had his cock deep inside you from behind, Jun hee infront of you making out with him as she fingered her self and playing with your boobs with the other hand.

You were moaning between them as Myung gi thrusted harshly, rough grunts vibrated thru Jun hee mouth as she continued fingering herself.

She backed up for air noticing you moaning, “Look, i think she’s about to cum Myung gi” she said chuckling, “Yea but let’s make it even..” He said panting as he kept thrusting and breathing heavily

He pulls out leaving you gasping with the loss of emptiness in your pussy now, “Jun hee take off your pants and get on the sink” Myung gi said, Jun hee was a bit confused but she did so.

Myung gi bent you between her legs so now you were facing her pussy, your hands were on her thighs and traveled to her hips, “It’s obvious to know what to do” Myung spoke giving your ass a small slap.

He than lined his tip on your entrance sliding it up and and down before thrusting in, eventually he sinked in throwing his head back and groaning

you moaned a bit but quickly put your mouth on Jun hee pussy, sucking and licking on it as she gasped, she closed her eyes moaning out and gasping, As you were eating her out, Myung gi was fucking you from behind.

Groaning and moans were filling up the empty bathroom, your tongue sliding in and out and slurping on her pussy as skin slapping was heard from behind you as well.

Not long after Jun hee gripped on your hair as she began moaning a bit loudly, you moaned into her sending vibrations which made her cum, she gasped as her cum spilled into your mouth, you had no other choice but to swallow.

Myung gi cock twitched as he thrusted a bit faster, groaning as his cummed pumped inside you, you also came at the same time, both of yalls cum mixing together.

He pulled out panting. Jun hee was the first to clean up herself already putting her pants on, not long after yall did as well.

“We should do that again sometime” Myung gi spoke happily, “Maybe not. One time thing” Jun hee said back to her cold expression as she left the bathroom, you looked at myung gi shrugging at him and quickly following after.

Myung sighed and just rolled his eyes. He followed along, Would this be a one time thing or would it happen again?

[blckbrrybasket]

ᯓ★ 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞

SFW

- Perpetually greasy hair even when he uses shampoo (head and shoulders 😶)

- Swears tech deck is a real sport because he got a callous from it.

- Hates Elon Musk with a passion because he doesn’t like teslas and how their doors open.

- When he was younger the teacher asked the boys of the class to bring chairs to the class. Kurt tried to help, but dropped the chairs on his feet. He never tried to help again 😭

- The guy who got out first in dodgeball.

- Has the weirdest taste in music. Would unironically like Cbat.

- Doesn’t believe in cancel culture.

- Fails to realize when some people just won’t like him.

- Super controlling of his thermostat??

- If you ever brought him to a rave he would have the worst dance moves, but makes up for it with enthusiasm.

- Has an ungodly amount of selfies. He’s the type of guy to send them to you constantly to update what he’s doing throughout his day.

- Please somebody dress him. Get him new clothes, he will wear them.

- Would fight hate comments on the regular, but pipe down the moment you correct something he did.

- Would get a love you taking 0.5 pictures of him. Loves when you pose him for pictures, all of it, he gets this super lovesick expression on his face.

- Super smash bros and Valorant enthusiast.

- Dickrider for the classics.

- Loves crystal girls?? Likes crystals in general, anything shiny really.

- Gets so pouty when you like fictional characters.

SFW (serious)

- Insecure but doesn’t realize it. His pride gets in the way of him realizing he *is* insecure.

- When he gets humanized and related to he doesn’t know how to react, realizing people feel how he does but act differently.

- Believes in karma against the people he deems has wronged him. Outside of wanting karmic justice to people he dislikes he doesn’t care about it. Kurt thoroughly believes he can do what he wants.

- Kurt has an on and off relationship with his father. The distance made him mad, wanting the ‘American dream’ relationship with his father. Blames him for some of his failures.

- Doesn’t respond well to getting help. Would blame others for his downfalls and 100% convince himself that it isn’t his fault.

- Ranks people’s worth based on clout/how much others like them. This also means he lets popular people mistreat him (canon) In school he idolized popular kids, assures himself he would thrive as a popular kid.

- Very touched starved. If you scratch his head he would instantly do anything you wanted him to. His heart is yours.

NSFW

- You have to tell him directly what you want because he’s extremely clueless. If you give him an inch he’ll go a mile if you don’t direct him.

- Don’t be afraid to though, he loves being bossed around in bed. At first he is a bit offended but when he gets past his internal misogyny he loves being told what to do when to do it.

- Would not last long, yet has impressive stamina.

- So vocal in bed. You cannot get that man to lower his moans at all. Never suck his dick where he could be heard because he WILL be heard.

- So scared that one day his dick won’t work 😭 If he takes a little bit too long to get hard he panics because he’s so used to popping a boner quickly.

- Speaking of which, if you even brush down his arm in a sensual manner he will be getting hard.

- Chastity cage. Use it.

- Doesn’t have a lot of experience, but is up to most things. He likes being able to explore things with you.

- Awkward dirty talk, but he’s so endearing it’s cute.

- Worst person to have a threesome with. He’s so needy that he would be too focused on you, forgetting about who else is there. Never wants a third guy, would forget about a third girl.

- Kurt really tried with aftercare but every time he cums it’s like he’s seeing god and you have to give him a few minutes to bounce back to take care of you.

- When he stays over to your apartment for the first time he kinda goes crazy, freaky on the first night, not having to be silent as you’re finally all alone.

- Watches porn frequently but after he’s with you he cuts back on it, using you as his personal material. He prefers it more knowing he can actually have you.

- Best way for him to dominate is if he’s jealous over another person. He becomes so determined to show you who can fuck you better, showing a whole new side to him even he didn’t know he had. Fucks you into the mattress as he smacks your thighs, demanding you tell him who’s fucking you the best.

[aew-kun]

thunderbolts and cooking thoughts

(again, not agere specific but the au of them living together in the tower . . !)

Yelena Belova -

Yes she can. I honestly don't believe that wouldn't be something the red room didn't teach girls, to some degree, not necessarily elaborate meals but enough to live on - I can however see her not liking cooking herself, if she was left to her own devices she'd probably makes herself mac and cheese like every night.

Robert 'Bob' Reynolds -

He can cook sort of- he's no chef but he's also not terrible, it's more of a case he forgets / has no motivation to cook so he's doing much better living with people in the tower (with John and Ava cooking) - normally either Yelena or John make sure he at the least eats a breakfast and dinner. He also finds it easier to cook for others rather than himself

Bucky Barnes -

He pretty much lives on canned food. If he tried to cook pretty much anything that isn't just heating something out of a can he will probably burn it .. 😶 Ava specifically has it out for him because of this, she has on one occasion essentially begged him to eat a dinner she made rather than some 'tinned slop' as she worded it. It's honestly mainly a thing he used to do when he was growing up and he just stuck with it, he has nothing against other food and will eat it if someone else has cooked, but if he's cooking he's probably heating up some kind of soup from a can

John Walker -

John can cook, hates having other people in the kitchen with him if he's cooking, will literally get people things they need rather than letting them into his space. "No you'll just fuck something up, get out". Bob is the exception and John has been called out for his favouritism. He likes listening to Bob talk whilst he cooks

Ava Starr -

Can also cook , she has a preference for baking but she can actually cook which is normally necessary because not many on the team can. Less fussy about people being in the kitchen with her than Walker unless it's Walker - and then she has thrown an egg at him telling him to get out. She's pretty chill with everyone else tho

Alexei Shostakov -

I mean.. he sure as hell thinks he can cook and he enjoys it.. if served food by him, Bob will try and eat it but Yelena normally tells him to stop because... Its not great. But hey- he likes his own cooking soo

[httpiastri]

snowy mountains & hot baths – op81

you, oscar, and an empty spa can only lead to one thing.

genre: very short smut 😶

pairing: oscar piastri x female reader

warnings: uhhh public sex.... unprotected sex, wrap it before you tap it yall!!

author's note: happy valentines day :) wish i had oscar here to celebrate with me... anyway. idk about this one guys 🫠🫠 started out alright but then i hated half of it so i deleted it and rewrote it but it just got worse. and i know that if i don't just post it rn, i will likely procrastinate and never end up posting it at all. yay. hope u enjoy anyway! i also have another oscar fic done that's at least a bit better than this lol.

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a low groan leaves oscar's lips when he dips his feet in the warm water. he instantly turns around, eyes finding you standing by the door you've just walked through to get to this outdoor area of the spa. he holds his hand out towards you, beckoning for you to step closer.

"it feels so good," he promises, gaze following your every move as you let your robe slide down your arms. his eyes widen when you reveal your newly bought bikini – papaya orange, of course – and a shudder passes through his body at the sight of the tiny material trying it's best to cover you up.

he thanks all the gods he can think of that there's no one else around.

goosebumps grow across your skin now that you're exposed to the sub-zero temperatures, toes curling in the short layer of snow on the deck. you stroll over to him, making sure to let your hips sway a little extra with every step because you know he's watching and you know what he's thinking. the sight of him gulping as his eyes wander up and down your body can only mean one thing.

taking his hand in yours, you let him pull you into the water with him, letting out a content sound when the water envelops your legs and brings the temperature of your body up again. oscar gives your hand a squeeze and leans back, his back hitting the water as he submerged into it. you dive in right after him, making a few strokes beneath the surface before coming up for air again. your hands come up to wipe away the water from your face, before brushing over your hair and tying it up in a messy bun on top of your head.

"this is just what i needed," your boyfriend says, drawing out an agreeing hum from you. it's been a long day – a long week, really – filled to the brim with skiing, hot chocolate drinking, skiing, cable car-rides, and then more skiing. oscar doesn't usually get a lot of time off work, and when he does, he wants to make the most of it. and as his partner, he thinks you should be doing the same, and that's why he's woken you up in the early hours every morning this last week, practically bouncing from how much he aches to go out in the swiss alps yet again.

the hot tub is big enough to swim around in, but oscar makes his way to the side and sits down on the built-in seat, arms stretching out and resting on the edge of the pool. you swim over to him, easily slipping onto his lap and letting your hands rest on his shoulders. oscar tenses up when you sit on him, and you're not surprised by the length already poking up at you – he's just a man, after all – but you decide not to do anything to acknowledge it just yet.

"it's really beautiful here, don't you think?" you ask, looking to your side. the sun has only just set, so the little village isn't completely dark yet. the moon above your heads casts a soft hue over the mountains you've spent all week conquering, stars twinkling among the tops.

"not as beautiful as you, though." there's barely any lightning out here other than the little candles scattered across the floor, but you see the fire in oscar's gaze clearly when you look back at him. he's staring at you like you're the most perfect work of art, the most beautiful thing to ever exist – and your expression matches his, because he truly is your favorite thing to look at in the world. your heart flutters at the contrast between how cute he looks with a few locks of his long fringe curling along his forehead, and how incredibly sexy his body looks with the little droplets of water decorating his muscular chest. he's just stunning.

"you really did a great job with planning and booking all of this, you know," you start. "i may have complained quite a bit when you dragged me out of bed at six am, but... it's all been perfect."

your hands find the space just below his jaw, and it takes all of your strength not to blatantly stare at his thick neck when you feel the muscles under your touch.

"well, perfect except for the fact that my legs are so sore right now."

oscar chuckles at this confession, hands leaving the edge of the pool and dipping into the water instead. "let me help you out with that, then..."

a jolt of electricity shoots down your spine when his palms meet your bare thighs, fingers pressing into the skin and stroking you softly. your eyes flutter closed, loving every second of his massage and growing hotter when his hands make their way further and further up. it doesn't take long before oscar can't hold back anymore, reaching up to press his lips against yours.

you sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself further towards him, your crotch brushing against his as a result. the moan he lets out is so hot that you instinctively begin grinding down against him, wanting to hear more.

oscar gets the hint, but finds himself reaching for your shoulders, holding you back as he leans out of the kiss. your lips chase after him, a frown taking over your face when he doesn't give in. you open your eyes to look at him.

"are you sure... that you want to..." oscar's voice is low but genuine; he knows you aren't a fan of exhibitionism, and that these situations usually only make you uncomfortable.

but the look in your eyes is impossible to misinterpret. "there's no one around..."

he looks around the area once more just to make sure. choosing to go to the spa at 8pm, the exact time when the restaurant at the hotel was the most crowded, was oscar's best idea yet.

he doesn't say anything else. he just grabs the back of your neck, pushing you down to his lips yet again. it's more rushed now, messy kisses pressed against your lips and his tongue swiping across your bottom lip hastily. his other hand caresses all the way down your back, gives your butt a quick squeeze, and then moves to your front instead. his fingers trace the edge of your bikini before dipping inside of it, finding your clit with ease.

your upper body is completely leaning onto him by now, little sounds slipping past your lips as he starts drawing circles onto your already sensitive bud. in no time, he's slipped past your clit, one finger sliding into your core and pumping you a couple of times before being joined by another finger. you can't help but clench around him, exhaling into the kiss.

"please, oscar..." you whine against his lips, and oscar nods, pulling out of you and breaking the kiss. he holds your hips away a little to make space for his hand undoing the knot that holds up his swim trunks, before pulling his dick out of them. he lifts you up, fingers pushing your bikini bottoms to the side but pausing when his tip meets your core. he waits for your nod of consent before finally entering you.

the water helps him glide into you, a throaty moan rumbling from his throat when he bottoms you out. he doesn't give you even a second to adjust, hands on your hips pulling you up before sinking you onto him again.

"fuck," he lets out, throwing his head back when you start to roll your hips against his. "you feel so good..."

you lean forward, forehead resting on the bend of his neck as you bounce up and down on him. your hands move to the back of his head, fingers getting lost in his locks, and it doesn't take long before your movements get sloppier. you gasp when oscar begins thrusting up into you, meeting your downward movements in a steady rhythm.

his grip on your hips grows firmer, rough fingers pressing into your skin and surely leaving marks for tomorrow. he's getting closer, too – you can tell by the string of moans he's letting out in between a bunch of swearwords – and you use your last bit of energy to pick up your pace and help him out. your walls contract around him when you come, and you feel him reach his own high not long after, twitching and shooting into you as you ride out your orgasms.

his hands are more gentle now, brushing up and down your back and following the bumps of your spine. when you finally gain the energy to speak, your words vibrate against his skin. "well, we're never coming back to this spa again." you lean back slightly, looking up at him for the first time in a while. "or the town, for that matter."

his blissed-out eyes meet yours, soft and glossy as he raises his eyebrows. "why's that?"

his flushed cheeks make him look so innocent, but his heaving chest tells another story. "did you not see the cameras?" you question.

"oh, you think we're the first ones to do this here?" you gasp at his wording, splashing some water his way. he laughs. "what, do you really? i reckon this happens here at least once every day. maybe even more."

"oscar!"

[sorcerersseestars]

LIMERENCE (part I)

Gojo Satoru x gn!reader

"I can't stop loving you, no matter how hard I try."

summary: Your long-time friend stirs feelings inside you that you never realized existed. Of course they bubble up in your chest while he’s in the midst of ignoring you and discovering his own possible romance. Your mutual friend thinks she has it all figured out—or does she?

pairing: gojo satoru x gn! reader

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

genre: hanahaki sickness au, angst, hurt/comfort, drama, slow burn!

warnings: mentions of feeling sick, being stonewalled kinda, usage of the word (Y/N) bc Gojo is too fed up for nicknames (in reality idk what else to use 😶), Gojo being an ass (common theme in my fics oops)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: This is the first part to my hanahaki au! I’ve had this in my drafts for the longest time, but never committed to writing it all out until now. This first bit is kinda slow and maybe confusing BUT hopefully I’ll be able to clear it up next chapter. Not proof read very thoroughly; will probably regret later 🫥

part ii part iii

“DON’T YOU THINK you could be a bit nicer to me?” You try, clasping your hands together as you look up at him with an odd smile—a cross between apologetic and playful. You’re joking, or at least half joking. It’s too difficult to be serious with Gojo; his habit of masking emotion with jest must be rubbing off on you.

Only one corner of his mouth raises. “Good one, (Y/N)-chan. As if I didn’t use to pay your bills.”

He doesn’t look at you when he speaks, and he walks away from you without a single glance. You frown and lightly jog a few steps to catch up to him.

“Ah, and I’m forever thankful for that!” You say, cringing at how overly peppy your tone is. “But that’s not exactly what I meant.”

“Hmm,” Is all he says. His hands are in his pockets, but he doesn’t carry himself with as much ease as usual—his posture is closed off, angular and tense.

“What I meant was–” You prompt your own answer, as he doesn’t make any move to. “We haven’t seen each other in a while. I know you’ve been really busy lately, so I don’t blame you, but I think we should go out and do something. Could help relieve some work stress too, don’t you think so?”

“Maybe,” He says, the word short yet effective in its delivery. The word was sharp in his mouth, clear annoyance shaping his tongue enough for the word to have a bite to it.

You wince. He never used to be like this. Gojo has been in a state of perpetual mirth—and one could argue levity—for the entirety of your friendship, never taking anything seriously and always looking for opportunities to poke fun at you to half-jokingly glorify himself. His expression has always been infectiously positive—never molded into anything hard or serious.

But, lately, everything you thought you knew about Gojo Satoru has faded away into your memories. He never seeks out your presence anymore, which is polar opposite from your high school days, when he would follow you around and pester you until you’d hang out with him. You actually used to get annoyed at this behavior, but you’re sorely missing it now.

You feel like you know nothing about him these days, only hearing tidbits here and there from your mutual friend Shoko. It stings to know that he obviously talks to her, and quite often at that, seeing she always has new details to spill every other day.

It doesn’t make sense to you: him and Shoko were never particularly close, definitely not nearly as close as you and Gojo were. In fact, she thought of him as particularly annoying in high school, and often swore to you that she would cut all contact with him once they graduated.

Back then, you had rolled your eyes at her antics, never believing that anybody could cut Gojo out of their life, seeing as he simply wouldn’t let them. But how else could you describe what he seems to be doing to you?

You bite your lip nervously. “Satoru? Is there something wrong?”

“Not particularly,” He says with a forced smile that’s screaming for you to shut up. You pretend like it’s not the most disingenuous smile you’ve ever seen smeared on his face.

“Are you sure?” You probe. “I mean…what’s been going on with you these days? We haven’t seen each other in forever, and you don’t seem yourself.”

“Are you sure?”

His lips are quirked up, as they perpetually are, but it’s different this time. It’s mocking. A mocking smirk that’s telling you to face reality. Do you really know him anymore?

You pause in your steps, studying his expression. You can’t see his eyes, but you wish you could. He’s hard to read with that blindfold concealing those powerful eyes of his, but it never used to be a problem. It hurts that you’re now struggling to gauge him when your emotions used to feel like one.

Evidently, you can’t answer his question. Not that he seems to care.

“I’ve really got to get going. Students to teach, curses to kill, all that,” He announces, tone low and apathetic. Bored. “See ya.”

Your breath flutters in your throat as you try to bid him goodbye. You choke on your words and only end up tentatively raising a hand. Before you can wave, his form disappears. A gust of wind greets you in lieu of a proper goodbye.

You stay where you are for a few shocked moments, not even registering the hot tears that leak from the eyes he avoided.

You wander aimlessly around campus for a while, the whole interaction replaying in your head several times over. His “Are you sure?” needles its way into your brain even when you push it away, the words hitting where it hurts every time.

Your feet find themselves taking you to an empty break room – ah, this is the one that has your favorite flavor of tea. You turn the kettle on, then eagerly dig through the tea stash. You file through the individual packets quickly and thoroughly, but to no avail. It’s gone.

With a sigh, you grab a random tea bag and throw it into your mug. Frustrated, you roughly begin pouring the now-boiled water into the mug, but it doesn’t seem that was a good idea. Your hand slips for just a split second, but a sizable splash of boiling water still manages to singe your non-dominant hand. A stream of expletives leaves your mouth, and you instantly cradle your hand to your heart.

More tears appear. At least you have an excuse this time—it fucking hurts.

You trudge to the clinic, feeling quite silly, but also seeking some much-needed relief. And you’re not exactly imagining painkillers or an ice pack—no, there’s something else. Someone else.

You hesitantly knock on the door. You feel stupid, but you really have to see her.

You crack a smile at the creak of the door. Your friend and co-worker Shoko strides out with an air of confidence you wish you held.

“What happened?” She asks calmly, eyes lazily taking in your form.

“Spilled some water from the kettle,” You say lamely. “It hurts.”

That doesn’t really constitute a visit to one of the only reverse-cursed technique users in the school, and you know it. So does she.

“Mmhm,” She raises her eyebrows. “Well, come on in.”

You shuffle in a little sheepishly, not able to meet Shoko’s eyes. Now that you’re here, you start to feel unsure about your own motive—do you really want to discuss this? Won’t it just be embarrassing more than anything else?

You stall a little in your steps as the negative thoughts invade your head. You’re startled to attention by a poke to your side—when you look up, Shoko’s playful smirk fills your vision.

“Come on over to the sink and we’ll put that under some cool running water,” She says, gesturing to your reddened arm.

You cock your head, looking between her and the sink skeptically, “No ice?”

She shakes her head, sticking her tongue out at you a bit, “Nope! Running water for burns.”

You hold up your hands in defeat, smiling, “Whatever Doctor Shoko says.”

“And I do,” She says cheekily. “So get under that water!”

“Aye-aye,” You say with a salute.

She groans, “Ugh. You guys are so annoyingly similar. Hang on a sec, I gotta grab something.”

She turns away before she can see the way your expression drops. The smile is stolen from your face, leaving behind saddened eyes and a slight frown. There’s only one possible person she could be talking about.

You sigh and turn on the faucet—your disheartened sigh morphs into one of great relief as the cold water soothes your burn.

“That better?” Shoko asks upon her return.

You nod, a small smile coming back, “Yeah, thanks Shoko.”

“Is there something else wrong?” She asks, then shakes her head. “No, scratch that. What’s actually wrong?”

You take a deep breath. How are you going to broach this subject? You wait several moments, pondering your exact next words.

“Do you think Gojo is okay?” You finally ask your long-time friend, words coming out almost cautiously.

She eyes you funnily, “Why are you asking me? As if he doesn’t chase you around the school to blab on about himself.”

You smile, but it’s tainted by bitterness.

“Shoko…Gojo hasn’t talked to me for two months,” You admit quietly. “I don’t know what’s going on.”

She stops.

“What?”

You hate hearing the confusion in her voice. You hate the pity that soon fills her eyes.

“He seriously hasn’t,” You affirm, sighing. “I don’t know what I did, or if I did anything, or…or what. I just, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

You sigh. “Of course I have, but he didn’t seem to take my concerns seriously. Or consider them at all. It just seemed like he wanted me to shut up and leave him alone.”

Shoko looks at you curiously, lips quirking as if she has something to say, but no words come out. Is she holding something back?

You take a deep breath, willing the horrible emotion that squeezes your throat away. You look out the window to distract yourself, watching the branches of a sakura sapling swaying in the wind. It looks alone and lost, battered by the relentless wind.

“What’s he been like recently with you?” You finally ask, your gaze still on the tree.

“Normal,” Shoko says. “Annoying as ever. Noisy as ever.”

A cluster of pink petals is ripped from a branch, swirling hopelessly to the ground. When they settle on the ground, you look back to your friend.

“He’s really the same?” You ask weakly.

“Unfortunately,” She says wryly. “Besides, why do you care? We’ve both been trying to get him off our backs since waaay long ago. Sounds like a blessing in disguise.”

“Ah, that’s true,” You admit with a weak chuckle, trying to ignore the way your heart throbs painfully. “But he’s also our friend.”

“Since when? More like a thorn in my side. Maybe he finally got the message,” Shoko smirks. “You should give me instructions for that. I’d have a lot better quality of life, you know.”

You know she’s just joking around with you, but she’s truly just rubbing salt in your wound. Not very ethical for a doctor, even if unintentional.

“Yeah,” You laugh, but it’s an empty sound. “Well, I guess I’ll get going then. Hopefully your next patient gives you an easier time.”

Shoko jokes, “Yeah, this has been my toughest job all week. You fiend.”

Your head is filled with so many questions, all of them growing louder as you walk away from your friend. Your friend who you thought would sympathize with you, but only ended up making you feel worse in the end is acting suspicious. It’s not like you’ve ever wanted to actually cut ties with Gojo, even when he used to pull pranks on you in high school. You craved for a strong friendship with him throughout all his shenanigans.

Why is Shoko acting like you hate Gojo, and what isn’t she telling you?

Before you reach the door, you decide you need to know. You stop abruptly in your tracks.

“Ieiri, you’re not telling me something,” You say softly, not looking back. “Why?”

Shoko sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, “You don’t miss anything, do you?”

You say nothing. The door in front of you is tempting—it’s your way out of knowing the truth. Do you really want to know?

You wait tensely for a few seconds, the silence causing nerves to bubble up in your stomach. But when Shoko begins to speak, they go don’t go away.

“He hasn’t really been acting strange around me, but he’s constantly on his phone. Like always. Whenever he comes to chat, he immediately tunes me out and starts texting or loudly takes a call,” She snorts, huffing out an exasperated sigh. “I thought he was just bored and trying to make me feel disrespected as a sort of cruel joke, but I think it’s something else. I think…I think Gojo is interested in someone.”

Your head whips around, disbelief clear in your features. Interested in someone?

“Maybe that’s why he’s been acting weird. I always thought he was crazy for you, so it didn’t cross my mind until now.”

“Crazy for me?” You immediately echo back, voice hollow and confused.

Shoko shakes her head at you, “C’mon, you can’t be that oblivious. He always followed you around like a lost puppy in high school. He never said anything to me about it, but I really thought he would confess any day for years.”

“He did that to everyone…” You shake your head. “You say yourself he bugged you so much.”

She rolls her eyes. “Trust me, it was different.”

Your heart pounds in your chest. Your vision becomes foggy at the edges, reality fizzling out.

“Why didn’t you want to tell me?” You ask. “It’s not like that matters.”

You try to appear uncaring, yet it was a fight to get those words out.

“You’re a sensitive person. ‘Didn’t know how you’d react since Gojo always seemed to chase after your attention, exclusively. But it’s not like it was the other way around—should have known it wasn’t a big deal. It’s not. Guess he’s just growing up.”

“Yeah,” You agree faintly, voice devoid of emotion. Reality is slipping through your numb fingers, the information turning your world into a nightmare. You should have opened the door and ran when you had the chance.

“It’s not,” You say with a saccharine smile, one so sickly sweet that Shoko gets chills. That’s not your usual smile—not one that Shoko has ever seen you wear. “Of course it’s not.”

When you turn on your heel and rush out of her infirmary, Shoko reaches out a hand and her lips part to call after you. It’s uncharacteristic for her—the cold doctor is rarely sentimental or emotionally affected, but she saw something ghastly in that smile of yours.

The slam of the door answers her call. The truth, now imparted, comes to bite her in the ass.

It’s been a few days. You’ve been moping around the school, around your students—trying to cope with the information that you don’t even know is true. You see him across campus sometimes; he’s so easily spotted with his translucent hair and tall frame. Every time, he’s facing away from you, and your eyes fall on the back of his head. Your chest always tightens and you end up turning away, too.

You have ignored the feelings stirring in your chest, not willing to admit something that clearly isn’t reciprocated. It has been working, you suppose, since you haven’t cracked under the mental weight of possibly being in lo—

No, you can’t even think that.

Everything has been as okay as it can. It’s not until you attempt to visit Shoko again to try sort out your feelings, however, that things take a turn for the worse.

Your hand is raised as you prepare to knock on the infirmary door, but you hesitate once you hear muffled voices.

“I don’t know…I didn’t expect it at all.”

That’s Gojo’s voice. That low but self-assured tone is undeniably his.

“Expect what?” Shoko asks, sounding bored.

His reply is so soft that it passes by as just a hiss of air, so quiet that you physically startle at Shoko’s loud reaction.

“No! What? I can’t believe that!” She shouts, laughter quickly following her exclamation.

You shouldn’t be listening—you hadn’t planned to eavesdrop on your two best friends, but for some reason your ear seeks out the wall, as if magnetized.

The next three words uttered still your heart.

“Utahime kissed me,” Gojo admits quietly.

You feel like you can’t breathe. Utahime, who has always despised Gojo even beyond Shoko’s extent. Utahime, who once cried into your chest after Gojo was harsh with her at an exchange event. Utahime, who always persisted that you and Gojo were into each other during high school.

Shoko’s unbelieving chuckle cuts through your thoughts.

Shoko laughs, “Oh, yeah, okay, as if I’d ever believe that.”

There’s silence. Your heart drops at the lack of response—no teasing refute, no playful faux playboy attitude.

Shoko absorbs his unusual silence, finally interpreting his words for what they are.

She gasps loudly, spluttering, “Oh my God, you’re being serious. What?! There’s no way…”

Gojo’s voice is even and deep. “I didn’t lie. She just did it out of nowhere. I didn’t even know how to react, to be honest.”

“So you just stood there?” Shoko snorts, trying to keep up her usual sarcastic persona. “God, you’re insufferable all the way around.”

“I kissed her back,” He breathes out, voice almost weak.

Another long moment of silence ensues. You hold your breath, terrified that your panicked pants will alert them of your presence.

Shoko recovers quickly this time.

“Still insufferable,” She sighs, and you can imagine her shaking her head. “So what now? You like her or something? This is so random.”

“I…I don’t know,” He admits quietly. “I never thought she’d do that, it took me by surprise. I…I think I liked it?”

Your heart shatters. You clutch a hand to your mouth, gagging yourself, forcing back the pained gasp that’s threatening to leave your lips.

“Oh, is that so?” Shoko says drily, but the usual edge to her voice is absent. You can only imagine her expression: contorted with pity and pain, desperately trying to maintain her poker face.

“Yeah,” Gojo reaffirms. “It was nice.”

There’s silence for a few seconds as Shoko takes it all in. Then, “Is she who you’ve always been calling and texting when I’m talking to you? You’re an ass for that, by the way.”

Gojo exhales out a sardonic sniff, “You’re spot on.”

Why are you still listening? You should leave. You shouldn’t be hearing this. Pain blooms in your chest, as if thorns became lodged between your ribs.

“What about (Y/N)?”

You freeze, eyes bulging out of your head.

Gojo sighs, sounding annoyed, “What do you mean?”

“I’m not dumb, Satoru. There was something going on during high school and frankly in the past few years as well. Are you going to deny it?”

He scoffs, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Shoko. It was never like that.”

You feel like you’re going to be sick. You shouldn’t—there’s no possible way you’re actually in love with Gojo Satoru, is there?

Fuck. The thought you’ve been trying to avoid all this time has finally firmly inserted itself into your head.

You take off swiftly and immediately, and your footfalls are as light as you can possibly manage. If either of them knew you were here, you wouldn’t be able to handle the shame.

Gojo and Shoko are none the wiser to the immoral action that took place just beyond the door—so when Shoko is ready to clock out and opens the door, the presence of a school ID on the ground is nearly missed. She feels something strange crunch underneath her foot and steps away and glances at the foreign object.

You left in such a hurry that your ID flopped out of your pocket. It lays on the ground, your smiling face staring up at Shoko, who looks on in horror. She immediately knows that you heard everything. She quickly steps back onto your ID, concealing your identity with her foot.

With all the sight of his six eyes, Gojo somehow completely missed Shoko’s strategic maneuvers to erase traces of your presence. He whistles nonchalantly, not having a care in the world, apparently.

In contrast, Shoko’s mind is racing. Her eyes roam around the courtyard, searching for your form. She feels rooted to the spot—will she reveal you if she steps away? She almost forgets that she’s not alone.

“You looking for someone?” Gojo asks.

Shoko stiffens, but forces herself to relax and appear nonchalant. “Ah, I was just wondering if…if (Y/N) would still be around.”

Gojo frowns. “Hm. Not sure. Don’t they usually go home right after they get off?”

“Lately, they’ve been staying back to do paperwork,” She sighs. “Masamichi has really giving them too many missions…How come you don’t know that?”

“Haven’t had the chance to catch up, I guess,” Gojo says evasively, then quickly changes the subject. “Besides, aren’t you the same way? You coming or not? I’ve got better things to do.”

He waves his cell phone around playfully, a smirk widening across his features.

Shoko rolls her eyes, “Go ahead. I’m just going to wait here a bit and see if I can text them and get them over here.”

She hesitates for a second before adding, “Actually, why don’t you wait a sec? We haven’t all seen each other in a bit.”

Gojo immediately stiffens. He scratches the back of his head and says, “Ah, I’m actually sort of on a time crunch. Maybe next time.”

What a lie. Shoko thinks, eyes narrowing subconsciously. What is he up to?

As he trails off into the distance, the gears in Shoko’s head continue to turn. He always, always teleports home after work finishes. So why is he slowly walking around campus, head turning this way and that way as if searching?

And you! Why were you there? Why were you so affected? What is going on in your head—or rather, your heart?

Something strange is going on with her two friends and Shoko is determined to find out what.

next part

credit 🩷:

@kiyaedits - baby pink dividers, @sweetxmelody - cherry blossom divider

*note: taglist open!! comment to be tagged in part 2 :)

[wordsofwhimsy]

Mohawk!Mark would 110% listen to Mindless Self Indulgence, he blasts it through his headphones to the point everyone else can also hear it and are worried for his ear drums. He does not care at all, the fuck are they looking at? Fucking freaks.

I feel like No Goggles!Mark would listen to a lot of Insane Clown Posse, he just loves the vibes so much and always goes ‘They get it.’ like babe no, they don’t get it… they just make up fun rhyming words.

Maskless!Mark would listen to Lana Del Ray, William got him into her and he hasn’t stopped listening since. He also cries when ‘Born to Die’ comes on, he just wants his William back so much. Please give him his boyfriend back.

Viltrumite!Mark & Moustache!Mark do not listen to music, they’re above that (they listen to jazz and sway to it, just don’t tell anyone unless you’re willing to die).

Omni-Mark has a guilty pleasure for Rhythm and Blues music, I can see him getting down to that so much. More modern music hurts his head (do not get him started on modern rap or house music. What the fuck is that even?) it’s just a bunch of noise to him, he can get with some good rhythm and blues though.

Phantom!Mark (there’s so many names for this mummy’s boy, but I like phantom), I can see enjoying British Indie music, he’ll have it on as background noise while doing anything, hums the words and nods his head puts on a god awful accent and tries to copy it. Also listens to the music Debbie would listen to, he definitely used to dance around the kitchen with his mum spinning her around making her laugh (my heart just broke in three different places).

Sinister!Mark, heavy metal, Slipknot, Limp Bizkit, Rob Zombie, Korn etc… it gets him in the mood for murder, gets his blood pumping! But, I would also find it so funny if he’s into some pop songs too, he isn’t worried about his masculinity, he can turn you inside out while ‘Hollaback Girl’ by Gwen Stefani is in the background he’s really not too fussy.

Prison!Mark listens to Hozier. It’s just nice and calming but also has deep meanings. After prison it’s just nice to sit back and listen to some of his music, letting the music relax his tense posture. I have such a soft spot for him, he didn’t deserve anything that happened to him in prison (that’s my baby! when I catch you Nolan Grayson! WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU!!)

This was so fun to do!

This is literally the BEST thing I've ever reaaaad - I wish you weren't anon so you could get the credit you deserve!!!

I literally agree with every single one of these. Mohawk listening to MSI - whaaat that's so accurate ("the fuck are they looking at? Fucking freaks." LMAO). And Lensless listening to ICP??? Of couuuurse he does!!! ("They get it" I'm CHOKED). Also absolutely dying about Sinister turning you inside out to Hollaback Girl. Fuckin' legend.

The only hot take I might have, is that I think Omni!Mark listens to old country 😶 like, Randy Travis, Hank Williams, hell even Johnny Cash.

And Shiesty!Mark? Oh he for sure loves all that new rap shit. The more obnoxious the better. Kodak Black, Gucci Mane, etc. etc. I also think he gets WILDLY turned on listening to sexual female artists like Rihanna and Doja Cat.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Draco malfoy headcannons

flavor: fluffy and smutish but they're separated so you won't get jump scared

Also I'm returning to my roots with this stinky mf okay I have writers block

Sfw

Liked you in the hallway crush type of way yk like when there’s that one person in the halls that you're like “god damn, anyways where’s my next class”

Never even tried to speak to you was just like ” I'll gaze from afar”

The only problem is that he has major resting bitch face so you were sat there racking your brain over what you could’ve possibly done to this random daddy’s money kid (like this isn't set in a private school but LOOK OVER THERE)

Confessed by just standing in front of you and 👁👁 before handing you an outdated birthday card with a 100 dollar bill inside with a note inside that was basically just him like “PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE-“

You did give him a shot and he did actually speak words to you

bitchest bitch ever yall bicker (lovingly of course) 24/7

“did you for real just copy off of me?” “Okay well at least I don’t have daddy issues” “You cannot be talking and you know it”

He gives stick bug vibes yk

does not comprehend normal human life you could be complaining about doing laundry and he is like “Just have one of the elves do it?” and you are like “😶right so-“

just assume you have the answer to everything bc like you’re his partner? tf?

“how far away is Saturn in kilometers?” “They don't measure distance with kilometers, Draco, you dumbass. It’s called lightyears.” ‘right so in lightyears then?” “How tf am I supposed to know?”

he’ll hear a crash and look to you like you know what’s going on and you’ll turn his head back

I'm not one to assume someone’s sexuality but it's very much bisexual for the both of you (he likes guys and you know it)

a hot guy will pass and you both turn to each other like {insert Bratz meme here}

has created mustard gas on accident

laughs at his own jokes unironically (he is the only one laughing)

will try to be relatable and it's just like “yk that moment when your Prada shoes get gourmet chocolate on them”

makes up new names for your stuffed animals bc he thinks all the ones you picked were “lame”

his beauty sleep comes above everything else

Once Theo woke him up (there was a fire they had to evacuate) and the next night you found him hovering a pillow over Theo’s face you tackled him to the ground

Only knows how to play dominoes no card games or anything only dominoes

Bought you guys matching sleep masks

And embroidered PJs

And bunny slippers

PDA hater

He’ll sit next to you at max when you're around lots of people when you're just around his friends he's down with hugs and hand-holding maybe a cheek kiss but that's it

Alone is a different story he's attached to you he's actively trying to crawl under your skin as we speak

Terrified of bugs he's standing on a chair and screaming the second he sees one

Pays you in kisses when you take the bug outside (after you wash your hands)

Prefers baths over showers

Hates dogs and growls at them more than they growl at him

Only likes cats in theory bc they leave hair on his clothes

He's a reptile man

has owned a bearded dragon and will own more

Cold mf you wanna look me in the eye and tell me he has good circulation

Presses his cold ass feet against you while you're on the brink of sleep so confused when you swing your hand back to smack him

“I'm just cuddling you?”

“Cuddle somebody else fucking ice cube bitch ass”

Every single night

He sleeps on his back with his hands on his stomach like he's going to get lowered into his casket it's embarrassing

Thinks he knows how to shake ass and then when he tries (and fails) he considers never speaking to anyone ever again

Has gotten flirted with while he was with you and he just stared at them blankly bc he couldn't tell if it was happening

And then he left the room entirely

Walks in on people butt ass naked bc he has not learned how to knock (only child syndrome)

Stares a lot

He has nothing better to do so he’ll just come join you in your dorm and 👁hi👁

You've learned to block him out so he’ll scare the shit out of you

Sure he doesn't know how to flirt but he has money so he makes up for it

If you look at anything longer than three seconds he's following behind you with his card and the other twelve bags you have

This does have you ending up with things you didn't want so your friends love your random gifts

One of them will walk into potions with a luxury purse and one of the other kids will be like “tf Did you get that?” and your friends are like “🫵” And you're like “I didn't want it” So some of the student body does hate your guts just a little

favorite food is plain white rice

Thinks that acrylic nails go under the skin yk like in those videos with the fake hands pushing the nails up the finger yeah he thinks that actually happens to people

Jaw on the floor when you explain to him that's not what happens

Nsfw kinda

Down to three-way and will NOT let you forget

“I met this cute girl at the-” “I'm down. 😐”

“Oh did you see Harry this morning he was-” “Do you think he'd hook up with us?😐” “Babe. We've talked about this” “just once please”

Has asked you to peg him

unless you have a dick then he's asking for one of those two-way dildo things (tell me you know what I'm talking about 🙏)

Sub SUCK MY DICK DUDE HES A SUB SHUT UP

Actively begging sobbing on his knees “Please baby Please being so good please”

Would be a swinger and he'd have a pineapple on his front porch

Sorry

Has dabbled in the lockerrooms

Will ask you if the boys can watch him hit and you said only if they see him at his lowest begging and pleading for you he is silent as of now (give him two weeks)

Type of bitch to be covered in hickeys and when someone is like ���What happened? To your neck?” and he's like “Literally what are you talking about?” will gaslight them into thinking there's nothing on his neck

Prefers cuddling naked but hates not immediately being in the bath after sex so he has to battle himself in his head

Can't dirty talk he's like “You look so nice when you're not in clothes? Do you like my wee wee?” and you're sitting there “bitch your what?”

Have resulted in him not being allowed to talk

Quickies number one hater

Needs his time to get into pussybitchboy mode

Okay bye

[horanghaeluvsinniehae]

Can you do Seonghwa x reader x wooyoung?

Like they would go on a date and the waiter is flirting with Seonghwa and woo & reader is just looking at what is happening being like 😶:)

It's ok if you can't, if you do write it take your time!

Hii!

Omgg i loved this idea so much and it was so fun writing it! I hope you liked it and it’s just how you imagined it!<33

Flirt with someone else

Pairing: POLY!Seonghwa x Wooyoung x gn!reader

Disclaimer: the word stupid, the waitress is irritating…(tell me if i missed anything!)

771 words

You always thought poly couples were a bit weird and you couldn’t really understand how people can love more than one person romantically…Well until you met Seonghwa and Wooyoung.

You instantly felt a pull towards them. Had all these confusing feelings for both. After a while, you figured out that you might have a big fat crush on both beautiful boys.

Now, after a year of knowing them and a month of officially dating, three of you were on your way to one of your favourite restaurants for a lovely date!

You had a reservation so you quickly sat down to your table. You guys always have a hard time deciding how to sit but after some rock paper scissors - yes you guys are childish but that’s why it’s a perfect match - the solution was Woo and you on one side of the table and a sulky Hwa sitting opposite you.

Now you are looking at the menu and waiting for a waiter to take your drink orders. You had a light chat between the three of you, just the usual. A little time went by, then a waitress arrived at your table.

“Hey, are you ready to order your drinks?”

“Yeah, I would like a large raspberry lemonade, please!” Said Hwa ever so politely, then looked at you as to indicate that it was your turn.

You got ready to tell your order when the girl said- “Okay, so a large raspberry lemonade for the cutie, others?” To say you were shocked would be an understatement…You look at Hwa with wide eyes. You never thought you would experience someone hitting on your boyfriend right in front of you!

You snapped out of your stance and told her your order. Wooyoung ordered too, sounding slightly irritated.

“Okay, then an iced tea for you”-she said while pointing at you with her pen- ”then a coke for you”-now pointing at Wooyoung- ”and the lemonade for the cutie! I’ll be right back with your drinks!” She said with way too much joy and quickly went away.

You crossed your arms and scrunched up your eyebrows. Next to you, Wooyoung was busy sending the waitress death glares. It was evident that you two didn’t appreciate the way she does her work.

Seonghwa coughed to get your attentions back. You looked at him and immediately softened up. To be fair you’re already whipped for this man. Your angry thoughts immediately disappeared after you made eye contact with him.

Wooyoung was the first to speak up about the earlier incident. “I know that my boyfriend is looking very good, but she doesn’t have to do all that!!” You looked at him nodding.

“Love, I know it bothered you and it was weird, but let’s focus on ourselves, on our date yeah?” Hwa reached across the table to gently pat Woo’s hand.

You gave Wooyoung a small kiss on the cheek too and you all went back to talking and just being happy in your bubble, even forgetting about what happened earlier…until she disturbed you all once again.

She put down your drinks, but of course you caught her sending flirty looks and even a wink to Seonghwa. He looked very shocked and quietly thanked her.

Between you and Woo, he was the more confrontational. Before the waitress could walk away he spoke up.

“I think I can speak for the three of us when I say that I really don’t appreciate you obnoxiously flirting with my boyfriend right in front of me.” Said Wooyoung, emphasising the word boyfriend.

She looked him up and down and scoffed. “But he’s a cute guy! And do you really believe that he’s actually gay??” She laughed evilly.

“Okay this was enough!” Seonghwa snapped and looked at the waitress angrily. He dropped down 26000 won and looked at you and Woo. “We’re gonna leave because I don’t appreciate the way you talk to my partners and the way you’re flirting with me!”

She rolled her eyes, took the money and angrily stomped away.

“Loves I’m sorry you had to experience this.” Hwa said while pouting. “It’s not your fault babe! She was very much out of line with her behaviour.” Wooyoung replied and hugged him. “Can we go home and order sushi?” You asked shyly, slowly attaching yourself to Seonghwa’s side. He smiled down at you and nodded. “Of course baby we’ll do that and have a great date night at home!”

Seonghwa took your left hand and Wooyoung the other, walking down the street towards your apartment. Already forgetting about the stupid waitress, getting lost in your bubble again.

A/N: i hope it was good! Also guys do you prefer if i write like :you did this and this or i did this and this?

[lateatnewyork]

Rage

charlie bushnell x ex!reader

warnings: angst, allusions to cheating, swearing

summary: reader and charlie break up and she releases an album

a/n why do i love this (i still love charlie i just needed some angst smau) 😭 also if ur names harper i’m sorry (lets pretend dior's 19 ok? ok)

liked by treepaine, user04 and 19,834,692 more celebgossip actor charlie bushnell spotted with harper elle. that doesn’t look like y/n l/n to us. comments are closed

diorrr

yn? u ok did u see the post? n/n pls answer me im worried yn if u don’t answer me in ten minutes i’m coming over about to leave the house read 19:45

leah my bae

yn u ok? i just saw what happened pls talk to me im gonna be there with dior read 19:51

rolling in the deep

hey i just saw you alright? i’ve given leah some food for you delivered

walkie talkie

yn i sent some flowers with dior hope ur ok delivered

char 🫶🏻

yn pls let me explain it was a mistake

you have blocked this user

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conangray fr (i’m not a man) ➔ thisisyn lmao ly dior.n.goodjohn the last pic is apple juice cos leah’s a baby ➔ thisisyn ^ hearts4yn charlie when i catch you ynloml pretty ➔ thisisyn all u ynismywife charlie start sleeping with one eye open walkerscobell is that a swear word i see 🤓 👆 ➔ thisisyn get out of my comment section aryansimhadri when’s the next album coming out ➔ thisisyn you literally already know??? user08 NEW ALBUM???? cinnamongirl motherrrrrrrr ➔ thisisyn childdddddd

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oliviarodrigo omg the cover looks beautiful dior.n.goodjohn i’ve been waiting for this 🤭 leahsavajeffries new filming playlist??? aryansimhadri i’m gonna cover this walkerscobell r u smoking honeymoon the cover 😍 user34 charlie get out of the likes hearts4yn THE DIG AT CHARLIE? ➔ user46 wdym ➔ ynloml she’s releasing her single on his birthday harperelle nice cover ➔ ynloml get tf out ➔ hearts4yn the audacity harperismywife slut user6 she’s not even pretty harper’s prettier

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dior.n.goodjohn she fr is not better liked by creator leahsavajeffries bout to make sure someone else is hurting liked by creator aryansimhadri claiming traitor ➔ thisisyn u might have to fight leah on that 😶 ➔ walkerscobell and me user6 ew hearts4yn CANT WAIT

liked by iamcharliebushnell, harperelleismywife and 120 others harperelle in greece view comments

harperellefan fav couple hearts4yn hope ur happy ➔ harperelle i am actually ynloml charlie i just wanna have a word 🤗 🔪 ynismywife omfg user34 anyone else remember when yn and charlie went to greece

liked by dior.n.goodjohn, aryansimhadri and 56,981,392 more thisisyn i loved performing my album RAGE for the first time. brooklyn you're an awesome crowd! view comments

dior.n.goodjohn ur literally amazing babes ➔ thisisyn u were stunning frfr walkerscobell I GOT DEATH THREATS FILLING UP SEMI TRUCKS ➔ thisisyn POP OFF leahsavajeffries you shouldve heard aryan singing 😭 im sending u the vid ➔ thisisyn YES PLEASE hearts4yn the way everyone was screaming fck charlie 🤭

liked by thisisyn, dior.n.goodjohn and 3,489,211 more concerttours yn ln performs surprise song, brutal from her album “life lately”, in dublin. comments are closed

liked by leahsavajeffries, aryansimhadri and 9,743,511 more ynupdates crowd at vancouver were seen yelling “f*ck charlie and harper” but yn ln is soon to tell them that “he chose someone else and i’m not holding him accountable for anything so why should you” view comments

hearts4yn mother is def mothering ynloml this is class ynismywife honestly she’s so pure for that

liked by walkerscobell, dior.n.goodjohn and 12,784,813 more thisisyn i got them by my side so why would i need you?

(i’m allowed to quote my own songs) view comments

dior.n.goodjohn can’t believe walker stole my noodles, keep an eye out buddy ➔ walkerscobell i’m scared liked by creator hearts4yn not the line from lonely

liked by aryansimhadri, walkerscobell and 1,674,811 more thisisyn why don’t i have any 0.5’s of aryan 😭 view comments

dior.n.goodjohn pls send me the picture of leah 🙏 ➔ thisisyn just sent ➔ leahsavajeffries can’t believe it aryansimhadri i’m just better ➔ thisisyn should’ve posted the photo of sleeping ➔ aryansimhadri no pls

liked by thisisyn, walkerscobell and 12,765,911 more celebgossip charlie bushnell and harper elle have broken up rumours say that she cheated on him. comments are closed

liked by taylorswift, leahsavajeffries and 34,520,921 more thisisyn my ep, REVENGE, comes out this friday !!

i’ve always thought of revenge as the younger sister of rage, i genuinely wanted to change revenge to rage (deluxe) but i’m glad i didn’t because now i can show u guys revenge as itself. view comments

dior.n.goodjohn summer anthem walkerscobell playing this during set rickriordan adding to my play in the show playlist taylorswift this is so rep coded honeymoon talent aryansimhadri too many covers i have to sing hearts4yn mother ynloml can’t wait !!

a/n deciding to leave it there cos i’m too sleepy and have like seven drafts to work on 😭 and can’t wait to see my husband in two days we were literally not fed enough last episode

[thepeaklegendoffirstgen]

Hey there, hope you're doing well! I saw your requests are open and thought I'd give it a go! :)

Headcanons yujin with a crush on f!reader who's just a random student at school. With him being bullied in the past and all, I think he probably still has some insecurities whether he realises it or not. So he could probably never bring himself to be near the reader, even if there's nothing to stop him from befriending her, besides the risks of his dangerous job.

Thanks in advance, and have a good day! You can ignore this if you'd like!

Firstly, thank you for the request 💝 and I hope you enjoy it. If there are any suggestions or anything you feel is off, do let me know. It will help me to improve. Also, I would like to add its hard to grasp his character, so apologies in advance if this turns out to be to meh😶

1.You met Eugene in that posh, elite school where everything looked fancy and polished on the outside but felt equally hollow and ugly on the inside.

2.Honestly, you never wanted to be in that school in the first place. But your parents had the money, the prestige—and let's face it, it was a matter of reputation.

3.Eugene was known as the know-it-all nerd. Most people disliked him—some even hated him.His twin brother, Yuseong, was also a frequent target of bullies. Not because he did anything wrong—just because he was an easy target.

4.One day, you saw them being bullied. You stepped in, especially for Yuseong. Eugene, however, was suspicious. Why would someone like you care?

5.Over time, you learned that Yuseong was a gentle, pure soul with an innocent love for toys and simple joys.

6.Eugene remained wary of you, but the bond you formed with his brother made him slowly lower his guard.

7.You brought snacks for Yuseong, asked Eugene annoying questions about the problems you couldn’t solve, and—almost by accident—confessed how suffocated you felt in this rigid, uptight world.

8.One conversation led to another. Slowly, Eugene started looking for you in the hallways, during lectures, even on the walk home.You felt the same way.

9.You genuinely enjoyed his company.Yet, something about his smile was… strange. Off. Like it was hiding something.

10.Then one day, he dropped the act. His real smile emerged. It was genuine, warm—and he looked adorable.

11.But Eugene refused to accept those feelings. He brushed the warmth aside.What is this feeling? he wondered. Why am I feeling this way? Don’t I have better things to focus on? What does she even want from me?

12.He rationalized everything, convinced it was trivial.

13. Until other guys started showing interest in you.Suddenly, it wasn't trivial anymore.He had everything—money, status, a stable (dangerous) career.

14. So why did his stomach churn when he saw you laughing with someone else?Are they taller? Stronger? Is that what you want? The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

15. In his ideal world, this wouldn’t be happening.But wait… why does he want you to be part of his perfect world?

16. But if you were given the chance—would you take that leap of faith? Would you choose his world over this rotten one?

17. His mind screams it’s too dangerous. That bringing you into his world is a risk not worth taking.

18. But then there’s you—bringing toys for Yuseong, playing lawn tennis on lazy evenings, having quiet dinners at upscale restaurants…

That should be enough, right?

Right?