#you don't know what it's like to drown away

[hellsslibrary]

hi so ive been binging ur works lol I love that u write for blue lock and specifically the male reader !!! Sosoo I'd love to request a shidou x mean top male reader ? Like shidou keeps acting out so reader puts him in his place?

I do three things on purpose. I make you cut onions so I don't cry, I cling to you during horror movies because you get too focused, and I bend over in front of you during training because you're a dirty dog (real quotes from my husband as titles day one).

MASTERLIST is here.

#a.n. : You two humiliating a non-existent guy for the size of his dick........ Basic Tuesday for any gays, I guess.

!!Warnings: tom!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom! Shidou, overstimulation, time before the first selection, so you fuck in a room full of other people at night..... So, humiliation of a guy for a dick actually (not in his face tho), sex on a futon, Shidou without hair gel (I heard that someone didn't like Shidou without gel and cried hyperbolically), he calls you 'cupcake' one time.

One hundred and seven times.

You've thought about killing him so many times. Strangle him. Take his head off. Castrate him. Burn him. Drown him... Anything, really. Why is this idiot even more annoying than usual? Who knows. Well, obviously not you.

Your eyes watched him praise a player again. Of course, this is not surprising for him, he is very respectful to good players, but now? Fuck, this is out of bounds.

You can see perfectly well how his hands stay on this guy for too long. And the way his eyes look at you from time to time. It's been repeated too many times today.

Does he want you to crack? But no. He's going to do it today. And it won't just crack, it will come apart at the seams.

The sound of the futon moving can be heard in an almost empty room as your body bends over his, while his face is buried in the pillow, trying not to moan too loudly. Not that he cares about it, but you do very much.

"I'm s-sorry, cu-cupcake, please—!" he exhales raggedly, clutching at the thin fabric, trying with all his might to stabilize himself and his body from your obviously not gentle thrusts, which seemed to knock his soul out of him piece by piece.

A rhetorical question escapes your lips, and an almost animal grin appears on your lips, seeing his condition. "Now we're just barking, right? You forgot how to bite pretty quickly."

Shidou just whimpers, feeling his body twitching from your thrusts inside his sloppy hole. His curls are disheveled on the bed, and some are stuck to his cheeks or neck from sweat. He just couldn't look into your eyes as usual, knowing full well that he would break even more... He dug his own grave after all.

"That guy couldn't have brought you to this state, you know? He definitely has a dick smaller than my little finger," you reason, lowering one of your hands from his waist lower, feeling the muscles of his stomach tighten as you slide over them, reaching his v-shaped line, and then his crotch. "Don't you agree?"

"Fuck, yes! Def-definitely, yes... Probably th-the same size as an a-ant," Ryusei giggles, swallowing his saliva, arching his back harder, which makes you hiss, feeling like he's become a little tighter.

Although his giggles immediately fade away when you grab his overexcited, spent cock. You immediately slap the hand that's trying to stop you, grabbing his length, making him choke on his own sob.

Tears began to form in his eyes, lingering on his blond eyelashes, and then trickling down his cheeks. He couldn't take another round! He wanted to, but probably couldn't. You're huge, you tease him, you fuck him, you humiliate someone for the size of his dick... Did I mention that you're huge? Anyway, it's fucking Hell! He's a fucking puddle under you, even though he wanted to stay under you like that, because that's actually what he wanted.

Maybe you'd be more gentle if your count of murder methods stopped at about sixty.

"Still fucking want me like this, huh? How many times did you cum?" you ask rhetorically, realizing that he won't answer, just smiling, and then slapping his ass, which makes him squeak, and you enjoy his sounds, because you can't see almost anything.

"Don't worry, I'll do it over and over again until you don't even have the thought of leaving me anymore, do you understand?" Ryusei nodded, and his cock jerked in your grip, forcing you to enter him up to the hilt, and then pull your dick out of him, which immediately turns around to look at you. "Or maybe I need to make it so that you can't stand at all without help..."

Shido pales almost immediately, sensing the sincerity in your voice, and then moans too loudly when you thrust into him again. Your hand tangles in his hair, pressing his face back into the pillows so that he doesn't wake anyone up and so that he stops making silly excuses about how he wants you to pull out your dick.

He looked like a black hole right now, honestly. So he'd better not pretend to be a clogged pipe right now.

[obae-me]

The Devil's Desire

Nothing like trying to come back from a long hiatus with more Luci content. It's always him, I can't escape.

Warning: This fic contains a makeout scene but nothing explicit, so 16+.

Disclaimer: I am NOT bashing religion, nor am I calling out any specific faith, denomination, etc. It's written to be mostly generic on purpose, and is simply based on a real life experience I have had before. Don't take this seriously, please.

Word Count: 2.3k

With that out of the way, please enjoy some Luci romance!:

To lie with the devil is to wake up in hell. Tender lips stained with debauchery embrace nothing but lies. Tainted is the temporary vice. Lost is the lamb who leaves the flock. Damned is the devoured; the ones drowned in their own sins, plunged into the fires, entombed in brimstone. The cries of pleasure now ones of wailing. Of gnashing their own teeth. Made to suffer an eternity of eternities for shunning the light.

At least, that’s what they say.

And by they, right now you meant the very adamant woman standing in front of you, brandishing pamphlets like they were her very own Ten Commandments. If only 'Thou Shall Not Harass Unsuspecting People on the Street' were one of them. If you had your own rules, that would make it into the top five for sure.

Unfortunately, the lady slowly singling you out from the rest of the passers-by did not share your same sentiments. She was on a mission. Her mission? You. The goal? To wear you down and pester you long enough to join whatever group she was promoting. You’d seen these things enough before to see the danger signs in advance. A clipboard so they could take your name and number. A promotion selling tickets that you’d inevitably have to use your email to register for. All in an attempt to get your information so they could track you down in a less stalker-y sort of way.

“Oh, hello, dear. How are you today?” The hunter was closing in, two teens carrying signs at her side working on sequestering you- the weaker link- away from the pack.

“I’m good, how are you?” Damn your polite force of habit! Curse you, customer service default settings!

She grinned, knowing that if she played her cards right, she could probably keep you trapped here for a while longer. She spoke, and due to the survival instinct in your brain, you were capable of tuning her out for the most part. Something something, for the greater good, something something, special soul. They never meant what they said, or even if they believed their own words, it was undermined by their intentions. You’d been in this boat before. You kept waving your hand and nodding your head, explaining to her that you were busy and had someone you were meeting.

As you stepped backwards, she approached again. “Just one minute of your time! One minute could save your soul from Lucifer’s clutches!”

Without entirely meaning to, the drop of that name made you pause. Every once and a while, you forgot that the person you had come to know so well was such a prominent- albeit infamous- figure in the human world. Although, the way he tended to be described made him seem more like a boogeyman rather than a demon capable of Armageddon, scaring children across different nations and cultures into behaving. Perhaps you should be insulted on his behalf. Perhaps you should share some of the stuff you had seen. Tales of ivory wings and the blinding glow of a fallen angel whose twisted voice now told beings to Be Afraid. With a haunting beauty so enveloping, you openly fell further into the nightmare. That being said, you almost laughed in her face, wanting to tell her that the man she was so afraid of had been fretting over what kind of coat to wear this morning. Black was classy. But blue made his eyes pop more. But red was his color. Thirty minutes he pondered over this. “I’m not all that worried about it.”

Maybe you hadn’t contained your amusement as well as you thought you did, because for some reason, a righteous fire had lit under her sandy open-toed wedges. “You should be! Whatever promises the devil gives you, it will only bring you misery in the end! He cares nothing for you! Only HE can give you the joy you seek.” Her pointer finger raised up while she gazed to the clouds like she could peer into Heaven from down here. It was hard to tell if the dramatics were more for you or her. When she glanced at you again, she appeared spooked, clutching pearl hands at the ready.

An arm snaked around your waist, a hand settling on your hip. If the touch wasn’t so familiar, you would’ve jumped. “I don’t know. I think I bring plenty of joy, wouldn’t you say, love?”

Speak of the devil, in a quite literal sense.

Relief flooded your body, the tension you’d unknowingly built in your shoulders loosening. Even posing as a human, Lucifer was intimidating. At the very least, no one bothered to approach him out of the blue. This party buff seemed to extend to you as well. This lady seemed much less interested in trying to convince you of anything now. She cleared her throat and thought about potentially leaving you one last message of warning, but the man in your company wasn’t having it. He scoffed under his breath before he gestured to some of the other sign bearers in the group, tilting his head slightly to the side.

“Strange weather today, isn’t it? You might want to help retrieve your things,” Lucifer announced. Eyebrows raised. The weather was quite nice today, albeit a little cold. Curiosity got the better of her. Just as the woman turned around, a heavy gust of wind blew over you all, making pamphlets and signs fly upwards and into the streets. Subtle. People scrambled. The lady hiked up her skirt and ran to the edge of the sidewalk. Cars screeched to a halt and honked, people stopped to gawk at the calamity, all the while, you felt yourself being tugged away.

Lucifer’s hand remained on your waist for a few minutes until he was certain the annoyance was far behind you. How much of a mess was the scene now? You turned your head to look over your shoulder, but only saw darkness as a gloved hand covered your eyes. A slight huff sounded off to your side.

“Leave it. This hesitancy of yours is what got you caught in the first place.” The hand moved from your eyes to the top of your head, making you look up at him with a twist of his fingers. “I leave you be for a few moments, and you once again find yourself tangled up in nonsense.” His narrowed eyes flitted over your form as if checking for signs of distress or injury, like the woman was a master of combat with pamphlets as her weapon of choice. Always the worrier that one. He’d have still a similar reaction if you found yourself lost in a grocery store…

A frown crossed over your face. “I did try to leave. How many times do I have to say ‘no thank you’ before someone leaves me alone?”

He tisked, his posture straightening as he fixed the scarf around your neck. The plush fabric was rubbed against your jaws. “There’s your first issue. Manners are all well and good until someone takes advantage of it. At some point, you have to drop the politeness and just say ‘no’. With your entire chest.” All of a sudden, he took two pointer fingers and manipulated your cheeks and lips to mouth some words. “N. O. Just like that. Can you say it with me? Nnnn…ooo…”

You narrowed your eyes a bit at his teasing, batting his hands away. “Knock it off, Luce…”

“Hmm. Maybe I should go get one of those eccentrics and tell them we changed our minds and—“

“No!”

“Ah, see, you are capable of it.” Someone was mighty pleased with himself. Anytime he found himself in a place where he was free from his responsibilities, he always got shockingly more playful. It would be cute if it weren’t so frustrating right now. His hand started running over your head. “Good job.”

“That’s not funny. You heard how they were talking about you… I hate listening to it.”

At your words, his teasing smile faded. Rolling his eyes, he lowered his hands. “I would much rather you save that vexation for yourself and how they treated you. All the humans in the world could despise me and I would not bat an eye.” Suddenly, his finger tapped your chin, trying to regain your full attention. “I only care what one of them thinks about me.”

Something about the sudden sappiness in public snapped you out of things. You turned a bit on your feet and started walking. “Did you check us in already?”

“I took care of it. Did you want to head in now or wander around the town a while?” His partial pout at ignoring his romanticism could almost be felt physically as he matched his pace with yours.

“I think I’ve had my fun for now.”

A hum, and his hand found your own. Clasping it, guiding you to the hotel as you both walked. It was astonishing how such a move cast a level of camouflage over you two. Suddenly, it was as if you both were a normal couple following the regular flow of foot-traffic, keeping each other warm in the crisp air with the heat of each others close proximity.

If the devil was so callous, why were his hands so tender?…

The rest of the walk was a bit of a blur. The people, buildings, spoken words, all unimportant compared to the sensation of having him near. The elevator ride jostled, giving you some more awareness to your surroundings. A short walk, a brandished key card, and he opened the door for you, the very picture of a perfect gentleman.

If the devil cared not for you, why would he bother with chivalry?

The “room” was huge, with an entire kitchen, walled off bathroom, closed off bedroom, and separate living area. This was more an apartment than a simple hotel room. The luggage was already brought inside, Lucifer’s portion already opened and put away. “Leave it to Diavolo to save you the biggest, fanciest suite in the hotel. If the tub has jets, I’m never leaving.”

“Do you expect the Avatar of Pride, the right hand to royalty, to expect anything less?”

“You’re funny if you think Diavolo wouldn’t give you something like this regardless of your gilded titles. Careful, your sin is showing.” You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful nudge.

He swiveled on his feet and poked your ribs. “You dare push me?” His voice rumbled in amusement deep in his chest. “Rather bold to do to such a dangerous demon.”

“Oh? Is that a threat? Going to take my soul? Well, you’re going to have to get through me first.” Fake punches flew through the air, striking at his chest and face with no force. Although you knew real punches would have the same utterly useless, painless outcome for him.

The world tilted, some of the air leaving your lungs in a giggling gasp as he scooped you up over his shoulder. He twisted, spinning around occasionally to leave you somewhat disoriented until you were plopped down on top of the bed, the whole mattress bobbing. Lucifer hovered over you. “You cannot hope to win, human. You’re mine now.”

Something in your chest fluttered at that. “So you win then, is it? How would you like my soul? Grilled? Blended? Braised?”

One of his hands worked on removing the scarf from around your neck, the back of his index finger tracing the outline of your chin. Just a breath away from being in contact. “Let me see…” Adjusting, rubbing his nose against yours, he waited for that tell-tale sign of permission, of you closing some of the distance. Temptation struck you, flooding in your heart. The plunge was too alluring. You bit of the fruit, and the devil wrapped his clutches around you.

Watch out for the schemes of the devil, who prowls like a beast, waiting for the moment to strike and devour- lips whispering inner desires. Raise up your guard to save yourself from being pulled into darkness, into his embrace, limbs aching and craving. For his claws shall tear and shred in eagerness, unable to contain themselves as they remove the body of protective vestments. He will take the very breath from your lungs. Crush the bones with a heaving chest. Partake of your flesh.

Lucifer raised his head for a moment, letting you both catch your breath. Your thumb traced his bottom lip, puffy and scarlet where you’d nipped it. Red was always a good color for him. That’s why you picked the crimson coat for him today. It matched his cheeks, the end of his ears, his longing eyes.

“Authentically,” he said, answering your question you felt you asked two lifetimes ago. His mouth covered yours as his broad hands squeezed your shoulders. “Slowly…” You could almost feel his hum in the back of your throat as he spoke between kisses. “Bit by bit…” His teeth grazed you top lip. “Over the course of a lifetime…” His affection moved on, venturing out and exploring your cheeks and gently over your eyelids. “So you’ll be right here with me… exactly like this… for a very-“ a searing mark was placed right under your earlobe, against a tingling part of your neck, “…very long time.”

To lie with the devil is to wake up wrapped up in braids of limb and cloth. Tender lips stained with last night’s embrace whisper saccharine words. Cherished is the temporary stillness. Beloved is the lamb who measures the meter of the heartbeat of the wolf. Blessed is the enamored; the ones drowned in their own affection, plunged into the fires of passion, entombed in each other’s chests. The cries of pleasure echoed with ones of mirth. Of declarations and vows held tight between their own teeth. Made to persist an eternity of eternities for existing as the other’s light.

For it's his desire.

[kanyerealdaughter]

#JEALOUS ISSUES

sexual content , cussing , oral (fem,reader receiving) , cum eating , fingering , *aged up* , (yuji itadori x fem,reader)

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“ hey..” yuji says, coming up to you.

“ oh hi..” you said quietly, he raises an eyebrow at your quiet response since you’ve been quiet all day.

" are you okay?" he asks softly.

" you're quiet..." he watches you, trying to understand if you're angry or something. you're his girlfriend after all, he knows your moods.

" did i do something?" he mutters, concerned. you just shook your head not really wanting to talk to him so you could drown in your overthinking thoughts.

but yuji gets even more concerned. he's not an idiot, he can tell when something's wrong. he watches you gather your books and put them in your bag without saying a word. he furrowed his eyebrows.

" are you ignoring me?" he mutters softly.

“ i wouldn’t be ignoring if you i was talking to you..” you said rudely scoffing at him, turning your head away from his vision. starting to get slightly angry, he watches you ignore him completely, not even looking his way. he sits there for a moment, then stands up abruptly. walks over to you, blocking your path.

" answer me.." he demands, his voice low.

" are you mad at me?"

“… can you move yuji…” you rolled your eyes, getting fed up that he kept bothering you but in reality he just really wanted to know what was wrong with you. his eyes widen at your cold tone. he's taken aback.

" what the fuck is your problem?" he snaps, his voice rising slightly. he's never heard you talk to him like this before.

" just tell me what i did wrong!" he exclaims, starting to get frustrated.

“ fine fuck do you want to know..?!” yuji stares at you incredulously, surprised by your sudden outburst. his frustration morphs into confusion as he watches your anger surface.

" yes, damn it! tell me!" he demands, crossing his arms defensively.

" what did i do? i swear i haven't done anything!"

“ why were you talking to yuko ozawa..!?” you yelled at him but was really curious and maybe a bit jelaous but yuji just blinks, taken aback by your question. he looks at you like you're crazy.

" what? yuko? she just came up to me and started talking, that's all!" he exclaims, uncrossing his arms.

" why does that even matter?"

“ do you like her yuji..??” you said just confront him head up instead of beating around the bush. his eyes widen in shock at your question. he stares at you in disbelief like why would you even ask that you’re his girlfriend.

" what? no! where the hell did you get that idea from.?!" he shouts, his face turning red slightly with anger and frustration.

" i like YOU, you idiot! why would i like yuko..?!"

“.. wait really..?” you froze having a dumbfounded moment cause you just assume everything and you were wrong he rolls his eyes, exasperated.

" yes, really! you're making such a big deal out of nothing!" he exclaims, his voice rising again.

" answer me this, are you jealous?" he asks, his expression softening slightly, realizing the root of your sudden questioning but you didn’t answer him since you were so embarrassed for yourself.

he sees your silence as an answer. his expression turns thoughtful, then angry again.

" you are jealous, aren't you?" he accuses, his voice lowering. he steps closer to you, his eyes searching your face.

“ whatever ..” you mumbled rolling your eyes trying to play it off cool. his anger boils over at your nonchalant response. he grabs your arm, spinning you to face him. he snaps, his face inches from yours.

" i. don't. like. yuko." he enunciates each word clearly.

“ oh yeah , prove it.” you said seriously staring up at him his eyes widened again. he slowly kneels down on the floor, pulling your legs over his shoulders.

" you're asking for it..." he looks up at you with a smoldering gaze before burying his face between your legs pulling you panties to your ankles with no patience at all. he starts licking and sucking gently, using his tongue to explore every inch of you. be wants to make you feel good, to erase any doubt or jealousy you may have.

" mmph..." he continues to eat you out, his tongue swirling and licking your clit, making you whimper and moan loudly. he holds your legs tight against his shoulders as he devours you, his nose buried in your pussy. he's determined to make you forget about yuko and prove his love for you.

“ ouuu fuckk…” you cried out, eating you out like he hadn’t eaten in days, his long tongue licking up and down before sticking into your tight cunt hole.

he groans against your pussy, the vibrations from his mouth sending sparks of pleasure through your body as he eats you out with enthusiasm. he spreads your legs wider, giving him better access to your dripping pussy. he sucks on your clit, flicking it with his tongue rapidly.

“ … f-fuck yujii moree.!.” you moaned loudly gripping his pink hair tugging on it while grinding against his wet lips. he moans in pleasure as you tug on his hair, the sensation driving him wild with desire. he continues to lick and suck on your clit, his tongue moving in circles, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

without missing a beat, he slides two fingers into your dripping wet pussy, crooking them slightly to hit that perfect spot. he continues sucking your clit while fingering you, wanting to feel your legs shaking around his head.

" like that? does that feel good?" he whispers between licks.

“ oh yes! yes yuji please.!” you nodded eagerly, throwing my head back getting too caught up in all the pleasure on the edge and about to cum crossing your smooth legs around his neck moaning.

he tightens his grip on your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders even more as he buries his face deeper between your thighs. he curls his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot over and over as he sucks hard on your swollen bud.

he looks up at you with a hungry gaze, his eyes locked onto yours as he feels your pussy start to convulse around his fingers. he sucks hard on your clit one last time, and you cum hard, your legs shaking and your back arching off the chair as he devours your pussy.

“ o-oh yes fuck YUJII.!” you whimper grinding against his face with your shaky legs slurping yo all of your juices he laps up your cream, not stopping until your pussy is completely clean. he looks up at you, his face covered in your juices, a satisfied smile on his face. he stands up, pulling you into a tight hug.

" there, now you know. i love only you." he smirks softly at your cute pout, gently wiping his face with one hand before bringing his lips to yours. he kisses you passionately, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

" happy now?" he whispers against your lips before capturing them again in another deep kiss.

𖣂 KANYEREALDAUGHTER SPEAKS - i went back and saw so many errors just ignored it . if you see some.

words - 1.2k

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Summary: After a failed engagement, you move back home and reconnect with your friends. Maybe, just maybe you can find love with someone you never expected.

Pairing: Yoongi x F. Reader

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing, Cheating (Not Yoongi), Fighting, Protected/Unprotected Sex, Toxic Past Relationship,

Genre: Enemies(?) to Lovers, Neighbors to Lovers, Small Town romance. Hurt-Comfort, Slight Angst, Romance

A/N: Okay, I was able to separate my original chapter 9. I'm pretty impressed by what I pulled out at the last minute. However, I have no clue about next week. Wish me luck.

The music was loud, and you lost your red cape hours ago after you took it off after you started to feel overheated. Your red skirt swayed and swished around your thighs as you moved around Jimin's place, looking for your friends. His small place was quite packed with people that you didn't know, and honestly, you didn’t want to get to know them. You were sure they were probably nice, but after your last attempt to make new friends left a bad taste in your mouth, you just avoided new people like the plague. Squeezing yourself through the throngs of people, you smile in relief when you spot Joon and Hobi talking in the kitchen.

“Where's Yoongi?” You shout over the music to Hobi and Joon as you tug the top of your dress up. The thin, delicate red straps at your shoulders were tied in a bow. Unfortunately, they are not doing their job in holding your corseted red and black top up.  “He's not answering my texts. I thought he would be here by now.” 

“He had to meet with our lawyer,” Joon answers, shouting back as he slightly leans down toward your ear so you can hear him.

“Did something happen?” you asked, concerned. 

“No, no,” Hobi says, easing your worries while shaking his head at you. “Everythings good. He just needed some paperwork filled out.”

Before you can continue the conversation, Tae comes around to your side, pushing a red solo cup of green liquid at you. You give it a quick sniff trying to see if you could tell what is in it. No luck, but it did smell really sweet. 

“Goblin juice,” he answers your unasked question. “It's just juice and vodka. Come on, let's dance.”

You didn't even get the chance to drink it before he grabbed your hand and pulled you into Jimin's living room that is currently serving as the dance floor. Jungkook stood in front of the television, singing karaoke in front of a crowd of giggling women trying to capture his attention. His talented voice was almost drowned out by the blaring background music. He was so focused on hitting the right notes that you don't think he even noticed the women.  Tae spins you around. You laugh and follow his lead as his limbs flail about to a beat of their own. You haven't had this much fun in so long. You're pretty sure it was way before you met Changkyun. Back when you felt like you had to change who you were for him.  You smile widely and let go, letting the rhythm of the music and Kook's vocals guide your body. Your hair moves in every direction as you sway your head back and forth with your eyes closed.

A warm body presses against your back. Your head turns slightly to see it's only Jimin, and you continue your carefree dance. Tae, who was dancing in his own little world, joins you once again, sandwiching you between the two of them. To anyone outside, it probably looked like something else. Something scandalous, as you are pressed flush against your two friends. To you, it was safe. It was you having fun and being free without any worries. It felt amazing.

“I got her from here,” Yoongi says, suddenly appearing at your side as he pulls you out from between your mutual friends. 

“You're no fun,” Tae pouts and walks away with Jimin at his side. 

“You came,” you say and throw your arms around Yoongi's neck, pressing your lips against his. It was a pretty bold move on your part, considering you're around a houseful of Jimin's coworkers and friends that you haven't met before tonight, but you don't care. Let them judge you. “Come dance with me.” 

“Absolutely not. What are you wearing?” He asks as he pulls away, looking you up and down.

“I'm Little Red Riding Hood,” you answer, swishing your ruffled skirt back and forth. You do a full twirl before smirking over your shoulder at him and turn to face him once more.  “Do you like it? I lost my cape.” 

“It's uhh,” he says, trailing off as he licks his lips. “It's something.”

“Maybe you should take me back to your place,” you lean in and whisper against his ear. 

“How much have you had to drink?” he asked, eyeing your cup. 

“Nothing,” you answer truthfully.  “Didn't get a chance to drink it before Tae pulled me out to dance.” 

Yoongi takes the solo cup from you and places it down on a random shelf as he guides you to the door. You look over your shoulder and throw a half-hearted wave at Joon and Hobi, who in turn raise their cups to you. The cold air sends shivers and goosebumps throughout your body as soon as you step outside. Yoongi pulls you close to his side, his hand rubbing up and down your arm trying to warm you up with his own body heat. You cling to his side as the two of you make your way to his car before he opens the door for you and you climb in.

“Joon said you had to meet with your lawyer,” you comment, as he starts the car and pulls away from the curb. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” he says with a smile. “Everythings great, but I do need to talk to you when we get back.”

“You're not suing me, are you?” you ask jokingly. “I hate to tell you this, but you won't get much out of me.”

“I plan on doing many things to you, but suing you is not one of them,” he answers, and you slap his thigh in response. 

Feeling a certain type of way, you undo your seatbelt, making his car ding repeatedly with a warning. You shift your body leaning over the middle console, supporting yourself with your arm as you press your lips to his neck, sucking lightly on his pulse point. He chuckles deeply and tries to push you away with his shoulder, but you won't let him.  You let your non supporting hand run over the opposite side of his face and into his hair. Keeping him in place so he couldn't pull away from you.

“Darlin, I need to concentrate,” his voice sounds just a tad bit husky. 

“I'm not doing anything,” you say, giving his earlobe a quick lick.  You let your hand trail down over the front of his body before landing on his rapidly hardening erection over his pants.  “Just keep your eyes on the road.”

“Y/N,” Yoongi chides, his voice sounding tight. “Let's get back home so we can talk, then I will give you what you want.” 

Home. There it was again. Maybe you were spending too much time at his place. Even though he's the one to ask you to stay over all the time. You wonder if it came off as intrusive since you were supposed to be taking things slow still. Sighing, you finally pull away and sit back in your seat once again. You don't bother with your seatbelt since he's about to turn down your dirt road. Trying to not overthink his words, you focus on what your body wants as you rub your thighs together as subtly as you could as he pulls into your shared driveway. You need to get this talk over quickly.

The lights in Yoongi's kitchen were bright, and all the white within the space made it brighter. You sit at the table and watch as he sits next to you with a stack of papers. You weren't sure what to expect with this talk, but you didn't think paperwork would be involved. 

“So, the bread and jams that you have made are a big hit with our customers. We keep getting daily inquiries about how people can buy the products now that the farmers market is closed for the season. We also got good feedback from the grocery stores that we sell to as well,” Yoongi explains to you. “They are quite interested in adding them to their shelves.” 

“Okay,” you say, not understanding where this was going.

“Well, Tae and I talked and Tannie Farms wants to buy the recipes from you,” he says, pushing the papers in front of you along with an ink pen that you didn't see before. “We will buy each recipe from you for 300 dollars…”

“Wait,” you say, cutting him off, staring at the documents in front of you before lifting your eyes to look back at him. “I'm confused. You want me to sell my grandmother's recipes.”

“Yes, with the amount that we need to be profitable, we need these to be made at a high volume. There is no way that you can supply us with what we need. So, legally, we would like to buy them from you,” he explains. 

“I can't do that,” you say, pushing the papers away from you.

“What do you mean? Do you want more money?” He asked, sitting back in his chair, crossing his arms defensively. “I think it's a more than fair offer. Our lawyer wanted to offer you less, and I had to talk him into 300.”

“It's not about money,” you retort, knitting your eyebrows together. “They are not my recipes to sell. They are the only thing that I have left of my grandmother. I don't feel right selling them.” 

“What do you think I'm going to do with them?” He asks, his voicing rising a little. “This can be quite lucrative for the farm since there's no real fresh baked goods around here.  You will get a good chunk of money out of it.”

“Will you stop thinking about money!” You exclaim. “Those recipes are special to me. They are my childhood memories. I don't want to give those away.” 

“They are just recipes,” he sounds exasperated. “I'm not going to go off and sell them to Betty Crocker or something.”

“Then just find one on Google,” you snark. “I'm not selling them. You shouldn't have sprung this on me.”

“Well, I didn't think you would act like this,” he says, defending himself.  

“Like what?” You snap, crossing your arms over your chest. “You completely blindsided me. You're not even asking me to sell them. You just shoved some papers at me expecting me to sign.”

“I told you that day at Jins that if everything went well, we would discuss things further,” he snaps back. 

“Discuss? This is not discussing things further,” you exclaim. “This was you practically telling me what to do.” 

It gets quiet in his kitchen. The two of you are just staring at each other. Yoongi suddenly grabs the contracts and rips them in half. It makes you jump slightly in your seat. He throws them back on the table as his sharp eyes look at you with little emotion. In fact, his stare is pretty blank.

“I think we are done here. You should go,” he mutters as he taps his fingers on his table top. 

“Yoongi,” you say, but he cuts you off.

“Go, now,” he demands as he looks past you. “Get out of my house.”

“Fine,” you say, and get up from his table, heading for his kitchen door. As you open it, you turn to look back at him. “You know what? Thank you for showing me that you were using me to make a profit. I should have never trusted you.”

You slam his door behind you and run down his steps. You let your legs carry you over to your house as your heels click away on the pavement. Using your spare key, you open your door and slide down the wall next to it once it closes. Pulling your black heels off, you throw them across the room in anger, making them hit your cabinets. You silently curse yourself for letting another man hurt you. Never again. You will never let that happen again.  You close your eyes and take in the feeling of the stabbing sensation in your heart. It's the feeling of loss.

Home? You laugh bitterly. Home? He was never going to be your home. 

“Did you know?” You ask, still pissed off from the night before. 

Hobi barely had his door open before you barged in and started to stomp around his apartment. It was the same apartment where you stayed a few months prior. The same apartment where your first broken heart led you and yet again here you were. All because you trusted some man. 

“Know what?” He asked, bleary-eyed with messy hair. You had clearly woken him up with your angry pounding on the door. “What happened?” 

“Did you know what Yoongi's meeting with the lawyer was about?” You ask, face hard and arms crossed against your chest. 

“Ummm,” Hobi says, not denying your question. 

“Don't lie to me,” you tell him.

“Yes,” he admits, throwing his arms up in the air in defeat. “Let's sit down and talk.”

You follow him into his living room, sitting down on his couch. His nice large, comfortable couch. This was definitely one thing that you missed about staying with him. Of course, you missed his company, but his couch was so nice. No lumps, perfectly smooth, and welcoming.

“Why didn't you at least warn me?” You ask. “You had plenty of time to tell me what was going on.”

“You're right. I should have said something,” he agrees. “But….I honestly thought you wouldn’t have a problem with it. Did you guys have a fight?” 

“Oh, we had a fight alright,” you mutter, leaning back, resting your head back against the back cushions.  “He kicked me out of his house.”

“What happened?” He asks, looking clearly confused. 

“He didn't even ask if I was willing to sell the recipes. He just expected me to sign the papers right there and then. He made it all about money,” you explain, as you stare up at his ceiling. “Accused me of wanting more money than what he was offering. I don't care about the money.” 

“What is it that you care about?” He asks, leaning his arm on the back of the couch and resting his head against his hand as he stares at you. 

“Do you remember when we used to bake with my grandma when we were young?” You ask, and he nods his head, confirming that he did. “Those recipes…they are attached to all the memories I have left of her. He’s asking me to give them all away. Just to sell it away to people who don't care about those memories, but can mass produce the products.” 

“You'll always have those memories,” he says gently, making you glare at him. “Don't look at me like that. I'm not saying that you have to sell them to Tannie Farms. I'm just saying that you will always have those memories. I don't think your grandma would be upset if you took the deal.”

Hobi's phone chimes with a notification disrupting your conversation. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, his eyes quickly look at you before swiping open his phone to respond to a text. Nervously, he tucks his phone under his leg before smiling at you. 

“It's him, isn't it?” You ask, staring at him from the corner of your eye. “What does he want?” 

“Just saying hi,” he answers, looking anywhere except at you.  

You sit up, stretching your arms above your head before rolling your shoulders. Looking over at Hobi, you give him a small smile that he wearily returns. Smiling bigger, you launch yourself at him, digging your hand under his leg, grabbing his phone. 

“Stop,” he screeches, trying to grab you and stop you from grabbing his phone. With the device in hand, you dash away to his bathroom with Hobi hot on your heels. Making it to safety, you slam the door, locking it so he can't get to you. “My phone has a passcode. Just open the door and give it back.” 

You roll your eyes and wake his phone screen. Hopping up on the counter, you cross your ankles and study the numbers on his lock screen. Tapping the side of his phone with your finger, you think his code would be something probably obvious. He was a pretty simple man. He never really changed his daily routine. Did laundry the same time and day every week. Visited his parents like clock work. He probably uses the same code for everything. Smiling to yourself, you press the numbers, 1..3..4..3..4..0. Success: You never understood his obsession with that group of numbers, but he used it all the time in high school. Maybe this will teach him to regularly change his passwords.  Tapping his messages app, you press on Yoongi's name as soon as it pops up.  

She won't sell them. Can you try to talk to her?

I know. She's here with me. I can try, but I don't think it will end well. 

You're mad. You feel like everyone has conspired against you. Hobi was supposed to be your best friend, and he's not even standing up for you. He wasn't defending you this time. Jumping down from the counter, you open the door to find your friend leaning against the wall opposite the door. You watch him straighten up and hold out his hand. You give him the phone, watching as a look of surprise comes across his face when he notices the phone screen unlocked. 

“You think I should sell them,” you tell him. 

“I think that you should think about it,” he confesses. 

“Is this what everyone thinks?” You ask, dreading the answer. 

“We had a meeting a couple of weeks ago,” he admits, shifting nervously side to side. “Everyone is in agreement that it would be good to buy them from you. I didn't think Yoongi was going to approach you like that. I figured he would actually have a discussion with you first.”  

“So, you all just kept this from me for weeks. Something that directly impacts me?” You ask. “Did you all conspire together and plan on getting me to fall for him? If he got me to like him enough, I wouldn't tell him, no?” 

“That's not fair. His feelings for you are real,” he sighs. “It's just business….you know.  You said no, and that's perfectly fine. So, that's the end of it.”

“But….it's clearly not,” you dispute his statement. “If it was the end. You wouldn't have agreed with Yoongi to try and talk to me.” 

“I'm sorry,” he says softly.

“Yeah, me too,” you respond before turning away and walking out of his apartment. 

Opening your bedroom closet, you slide that beautifully decorated box that you pulled out of your parents' moldy attic all the way back on your top shelf. You don't even want to look at it. You don't ever want to bake again. 

Going back downstairs into your kitchen, you grab a container of leftovers from your fridge. Plopping yourself down on a wobbly seat, you decide to eat the food cold. Looking out your window, you notice Yoongi start to make his way across the driveway to your house. You put your fork down and hold your breath as you watch him. Suddenly, he stops midway over before turning and going back to his own home. You slump down in your seat. Your eyes never leave the window in hopes that he comes back. He doesn't.  Pushing your food away from you, you cross your arms against your chest. You didn't have much of an appetite right now. Picking up your phone, you open your messages, looking at Hobi's contact picture. Guilt swirls in your stomach. 

I'm sorry

You hit send. You bite your lower lip, waiting to see if he will respond. You wouldn't blame him if he didn't. You probably lost Yoongi, but you couldn't lose Hobi. Not again. 

Me too

You smile at his response. Burying your face in your hands, you cry. You don't understand how everything got so out of hand. Things were great. It was more than great. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you were taking this all too personally. If Yoongi approaches you again, you'll talk to him. You can try to figure something out once you're both calm. Until then, you'll stay clear. Just like you always used to. 

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[bradleysass]

Hair - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 519 - Starchaser

The morning routine was always the same.

Regulus would wake up just before the first rays of sunlight crept through the window, painting their bedroom in soft gold. James, for some fucking reason, was always awake before him. It was unnatural. Unfair. Almost suspicious. He lay there, warm like a furnace, his bare chest exposed, only clad in those ridiculous pajama pants he insisted on wearing without underwear.

What a slut.

Regulus loved him.

Regulus, in contrast, was always wrapped up in one of his oversized jumpers, soft fabric drowning his frame, paired with pajama shorts that barely peeked out beneath the hem. But the one thing he despised was his hair—long, messy, unruly in the mornings. It tangled at the base of his neck, strands sticking to his cheek, a wild halo of chaos that James swore was "absolutely ethereal" and Regulus swore was "an absolute nightmare."

"You look beautiful," James murmured, just as he did every morning, voice thick with sleep.

Regulus scoffed, not even bothering to look at him. "You don't even have your glasses on. What do you know?"

James hummed, unbothered, stretching like a lazy cat.

Regulus slid out of bed, rolling his eyes at the way James's gaze shamelessly followed him. His morning routine was sacred—wash his face, tame his hair, pretend James wasn't watching him with a stupidly smitten expression.

Today, however, he felt like indulging in something more… elaborate. Instead of the usual ponytail, he reached for his ornate hair sticks, the ones James once dubbed "Regulus's weapons of mass destruction" after he was nearly stabbed for touching them without permission.

The moment James saw them, he was in the bathroom within seconds, appearing in the mirror's reflection like some sort of menace.

"Fancy sticks today, huh?" he grinned, already crowding Regulus's space.

Regulus sighed, feigning annoyance, though the small smirk on his lips betrayed him. "You act like it's an event."

"Oh, it is."

James didn't waste a second before pressing feather-light kisses against the newly exposed skin of Regulus's neck. Soft, reverent, lingering. A contrast to the teasing smile he wore just moments ago.

Regulus's fingers faltered as he twisted his hair up, body betraying him with a shiver. He swatted at James half-heartedly. "Stop that."

James, of course, did not stop.

Instead, he moved lower, kissing over the delicate dip of Regulus's shoulder blade, lips warm and insistent. "Nope."

Regulus exhaled sharply, pretending this wasn't affecting him, pretending his grip on the hair sticks wasn't growing looser. James knew exactly what he was doing. And it was infuriating.

"You're distracting me," Regulus mumbled, though he didn't move away.

"Am I?" James whispered against his skin, grinning.

Regulus turned slightly, eyes narrowing. "James."

James pressed one final kiss to his neck, smug. "Regulus."

With an exaggerated sigh, Regulus finally secured his hair, but not without giving James a pointed glare. "You're insufferable."

"And yet, you love me."

Regulus huffed, shoving past him to leave the bathroom. "Debatable."

James only laughed, following him like a lovesick puppy. "Not even a little."

And, as always, the morning routine continued.

[railingsofsorrow]

I was thinking about jj being at home while reader is out partying. and then she calls him, really really drunk so he's concerned and goes pick her up.

love your writing! ❤️

midnight swim

[jj maybank x reader]

summary: the one where you drink too much and decide to have a midnight swim but your boyfriend stops you.

pairing: jj maybank x reader

w.c: 1.1K

warnings/content: alcohol consumption; language; stupid drunk decisions; argument with parents (mentioned); suggestive content (you blink you miss it).

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A/N: HELLOO this was fun to write hope you like it :)

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“Wanna go home.” You mumbled into the phone, walking outside of the loud house to have a moment of peace. Maybe your social battery is over. You didn't know what exactly cut your mood off from the party but you wanted to put on your pajamas and lay in your boyfriends' chest for the whole (rest) of the night.

“Mhm.”

“Dude, did you just kill me?!”

Pope's laughs echoed through the line, followed by JJ's trying to stifle a chuckle but he was very unsuccessful, earning a punch on his arm provided by his best friend.

“Baby? Sorry. The guys were being loud and— You still there?”

You hummed, eyes slightly unfocused staring at the enormous pool of whoever Kook's house you were. You were barely remembering your own name to be honest. You don't like drinking without your friends but you made the terrible choice to drown in booze to forget about the fight with your parents and here you are. Wallowing in self pity. And alcohol. A lot of it, it seemed.

“Baby?”

Rubbing your eyes with a sigh, you replied with a soft hi and there's some shuffling in the background.

“How's the party? Eat any fancy finger food yet? Or is it just champagne?”

“Fuck off.” You couldn't help your chuckle. Your feet somehow carry you out of the porch and into the pool area. Everything felt hot.

You can hear your boyfriends' deep chuckle before he teased you some more, attempting to rile you up. JJ was aware that when you called him at a party was either because you wanted to leave or you just got tired of being socially active and the excuse of being on the phone was good to keep people away temporarily. He wanted to know which was the option now.

“So?”

“'s boring. I wanna— Ouch.” Your laugh was loud but you didn't had a filter with the alcohol in your system so you didn't think much of it or that it wasn't so funny to stumble and fall flat on your ass.

“What?” JJ seemed to notice your lack of sobriety through your continuous giggles. “Where are you right now?” He prompted, eyeing the van's keys on the bowl beside him but not moving to grasp it quite yet. You were a big girl, you could handle yourself; you told him that once when you called him drunk and he showed up to take you home because he was worried. You were pissed. He'd never do it again unless he felt the need to. He didn't want to be possessive in any way.

“Wish I was with you.” He couldn't see your pout but he knew it was there. “Listen... We should go for a midnight swim—is it midnight yet?” You laughed, crawling towards the edge of the pool. The water looked so clean and it was so hot, you just wanted a quick swim.

“It's 1am, baby.”

“Perfect.”

The blond's lips quirked up slightly. “You sure you good? Not doing anything stupid, right?”

“You said it yourself stupid things have good outcomes all the time.” You retorted, taking off your sandals. “Ah, shit. I didn't brought a bikini.”

“Why would you need a bikini?” JJ yawned, resting back comfortably against John B's beaten-up couch. “Was it a pool party? I can't remember you telling me—”

“Not a pool party but they have a pool.” You clarify, blinking down at your outfit. “Baby, I gotta get off my dress, I don't wanna make it wet.”

The way he sat up so quickly that Pope, who was thrown on the loveseat gave him a look of confusion.

“Why do you wanna— Where are you?”

You sighed impatiently. “Told you we should have a midnight swim! I'm by the pool—”

“Okay, yeah, no.” JJ grabbed the car keys and practically sprint out the door. So much for not doing anything stupid. “Baby, can you do me a favour?”

Your face scrunched up and you shook your head. “No. 'm gonna wait for you in the pool—”

“No, you're not. You're gonna get your pretty little feet away from whatever pool you're nearby and you're gonna wait for me, got it?”

“But the midnight swim...” you slurred out, throwing your head back with a groan. “C'mon, stars ar' out and—”

“We'll have a swim when I get there but only if you wait for me, 'kay?” JJ tried a different tactic, a bit desperate for you to get the hell away from the pool while being drunk. “Where are you at again?” He knew some of your friends but he didn't know exactly whose house you were at.

“Stacy's.” You replied, dumping your feet in the pool and dangling them from one side to the other. You were sitting at the edge, the party inside echoing all of the excitement from strangers and the few (three?) people you barely knew.

The Twinkie was on before JJ even shut the door.

“Baby?”

He said carefully, praying you hadn't jumped in the pool in the meanwhile. You let out a low hum in response.

“Your dress' still on, right, princess.”

“Why? You wanna take it off?” She chuckled, leaning back to rest against her elbows. “Still on. 'm waiting f'you like you asked.”

“Good girl.” He turned on the street and now it was only ten minutes away by car. He'd make it in five. “Hey. Are you dizzy or feeling lightheaded? Are you sitting down?”

“Okay, doctor Maybank. You're doing a full checkup or something—Hey!” You exclaimed in indignation when a splash went off and you got soaked. Someone had jumped on the pool. A group of girls that were shrieking like little kids. You stumbled away from the pool, your eyes a little more focused now as you walked towards the backdoor, pushing between people to reach the exit and leave that fucking party. God why did you even came?

“Babe, you good? I'm here.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, watching the beat up van park in front of Stacy's house. “I see you.”

JJ stepped out of the vehicle to greet you. You met him halfway, a pout on yours lips when he asked why on earth were you wet. “Did you get into the pool—”

“No! Some stupid girls jumped in it and I was sitting close!” You whined and JJ's concern turned into amusement really quickly. “Stupid, fucking—”

“Alright, alright.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer, running a hand across your back and pressing his lips against your forehead. Your sigh was muffled when you buried your face in his shirt. “Let's get you in some nice comfy and dry clothes, yeah? You good with that?”

“You promised a swim.”

He kissed your pout away until it became a smile you were trying to break into a frown but was unable to.

“Sobriety first then we'll swim and surf and do whatever you want, baby.”

Just definitely not tonight.

[pastelaspirations]

Oh... my... g o d. You. You get it. You understand. I have found another enlightened, likeminded individual somehow by complete accident, I'm about to lose it, I swear-

I am going to ramble now. I don't know how else to say this other than y e s. You are absolutely right.

I don't think you understand. What you said is like my exact headcanon. I'm not even joking

Canon Ink is soulless. S o. The angst potential for that is off the charts. Both internal and external, babyyy. M a y b e a lot of it is internal (which is how I like to write it a lot hehe ✧˖°.) He has no soul, so he can't love, right??? So he can have intense self-loathing because he doubts all his feelings and actions. He can't feel. All his feelings are artificial because he needs his vials to even "feel" them in the first place. So h o w can he tell people; his friends, his family, anyone, that he loves them in good conscience? He can't. So this might lead to him pushing people away and to drown in crippling self-doubt.

It can be external too. Perhaps people doubt him. How can a soulless being love? How can they even feel? Are their feelings even real if he can just pick and choose what he wants to feel at any moment? If he can just pop the lid off a vial and have that emotion, how can one argue that is anything other than frighteningly artificial?

But our boi. Error's like n a a a h. He knows. S u r e, Ink's vials help him feel, but they help him express what is already there. If Ink's vials really only worked by that simple "take this to feel this" logic, then wouldn't Ink feel the exact same to every situation and person?? If he took a happy vial to feel affection for his friends, wouldn't he theoretically feel the exact same to Nightmare or someone? The vials can't discriminate. How would they know who Ink was supposed to like or dislike?

That extends to Error himself. If the vials really worked on that simple black and white thinking, then Ink's pink vial would work by feeling romantic love and affection for anyone. If the pink vial simply equals the feeling of love and affection, it wouldn't matter who it was, Ink would feel those feelings for that person. But he doesn't. He can differentiate love between his family and his friends. And depending on the story, Error might be the only person he feels this sort of romantic love for when he uses his vials to help him feel.

So, case in point. To Error and many other people who care about Ink, Ink's vials do not give him the ability to feel. They allow him to feel what is already there.

Ink's got a whole lot of self-doubt of that being true though, partly because of his own self-esteem and maybe because other people trying to convince him that it's true. But Error doesn't believe it. He's got proof to the contrary. And he's going to reassure Ink as long as he needs to... as long as it takes for him to finally believe it <3

G o d. I'm sorry for rambling, it's just. That's literally my exact headcanon and I don't know how to stop infodumping about my headcanons-

I could have just... referred you to my ao3, I guess. That honestly might have been quicker. Like, this is such an ingrained headcanon of mine, that I write about it almost subconsciously at this point?? I don't know which ones even have it, I just know at least two touch upon it

Anyway, yes. I agree with literally everything you just said, it's incredible. I'm so sorry for literally. Sending a w a l l of text. Apparently I'm your guy to talk about this crap to as well, I guess-

Can you guys tell I have a favorite pair of sillies yet . . .

[solarpotato]

My first fanfic would love to know what you guys think. Also, English isn't my first language.

One small fight -

The room was buzzing with restless energy after another rufless game. (y/n) has just returnd from the bathroom making her way towards her group of freinds. she was lucky in that regard, finding some good people in the form of the former Winner and the group that formed around him. While some dismissed him, other were drown by the fire in his eyes. and you wanted to belive in his cause, saving people and stopping the madness of the games.

while making her way through the labyrinth of beds and People, she was stopped by players 350, 240 and 211. A small group that formed early in the games. "Hi sweetheart" player 350 said looking her up and down with appreciation. "We were just about to sit for lunch, you should join us" he gustard towards a secluded area.

"Thank you, but I'll have to decline" (y/n) said amicably trying to sidestep them, but 240 got in her way smiling. A smile that send a shiver down her back. She saw this group before, they were loud and volatile, and she made sure to keep away from them, somethings she was successful in, untill now. "Come on sweetheart, you can't keep hanging with those old geezers, they are liability in those games" 240 stepped closer making her take a step back. Player 211 stepped behind her, making her back collide with his front. 211 brought his hand up running them up and down (y/n) arms. Shit, she was surrounded, and her meek knowledge in self defence, would not be useful against those three, she coursed and looked around trying to catch someone gaze, but her luck run out, most people were still in line for food, she was alone with them.

"Come on don't be shy". The grip on your arms tightened almost hurting, she knew that it will leave a mark. "I really should go, my friends are waiting for me" (y/n) tried once again "don't be like this we won't bite..much" the chuckles made your skin crawl. In this deadly environment, could people really be this cruel?

Call her naive but (y/n) wanted to see the best in people. Even in places like this there were the like of Gi-Hun who tried saving others. Or player 069 who give his place to number 222 the pregnant lady, there was always hope as long as there were good people around. A debate she kept having with Young-Il, she could rell he didn't believe in this, but was polite enough to entertain her musing.

"That quite enough" Young-il apperd next to them. He came looking after you, worrying what took you so long. And good thing he did.

The sence in front of him made him angry. (y/n) was surrounded by the three players, obviously uncomfortable and skittish. While they were way to close too comfort.

He could see the relief in her eyes and she let a soft breath out. He always made her feel safe. Something about him always so clam and collected, the way his eyes fall on her made her relax, she was safe now, she will always be safe when he is next to her.

Player 350, you realise you didn't even know their names, nor did you wanted to, the less time around them the better. Eyed him "this is a private conversation, get lost".

"Yea old man mind your own business" 240 said. Young-il sigh, young people those day had no respect. (y/n) made a move to join Young-il, but the hold on her didn't relent. Young-il eyes locked on heres for a second, making sure she's okay, and then to 240 hands on her. He gritted his teeth and decided not to waste any more of his time on those numbers. "Manners" Young-il said tearing 240 hands away from her. "Are very important" with a quick twist 240 fell to his knees, his hand held painfully behind his back. 350 lunched forward throwing a punch that Young-il dodged without a problem. Holding 240 with one hand he punched player 350 straight in the nose. 350 stumbled backwards, hand flying to his bleeding nose "You bastard". 240 tried to shake 001 off him just as 211 went on offence. With a sharp move 240 was shoved into 211, a quick and strong kick to the the back of the knees send them both stumbling down.

The fight was over as fast as it started. The three players laid on the floor, with a last glare in their direction. Young-il turnd to you, "Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded "thank you" you offered a grateful smile "come" he said hesitating for just a second before putting his hand on the small of her back, guiding them away from the mess "You took too long and we got worried". With his hand still comfortably holding her, she finally felt herself relaxing. "Thank you, that was too close to comfort," she shivered. He looked at her, eyes brown and warm, "Like i said, Manners are very important. You really need to choose your company more carefully," he kindly said. "Shut up, I keep a great company, I keep you around, aren't I?" He chuckled, and the sound helped her shake the last of the nerves. As long as he was around, she was safe. She just knew it.

[bartywinter]

bartylus first interaction

(and regulus' first weeks at hogwarts)

“Your classmates are not your friends, they are your opponents. You must be the greatest,” Mother told him as she straightened his white linen shirt, which had become wrinkled on the way to school. “Always remember you belong to the Noble House of Black.”

Regulus had initially been thrilled to have the opportunity to make friends. He had imagined himself sharing his hobbies with boys his own age, laughing together in the dining hall and playing football on the fresh school lawn. He had dreamed of having a friendship like Sirius and James had, of being so close with someone that no words were needed to understand each other.

Nevertheless, Regulus pushed past his own desires and burned his mother's words into his head. Satisfying his parents was more important than making friends —or should he say 'convenient'? After all, he was terrified of getting the same punishments Sirius received for his rebelliousness.

Consequently, Regulus sat alone in class and ate by himself at mealtimes and watched his classmates in sorrow from across the dining table. During recess, he would hide in the library and sometimes in the bathroom, where he would cry silently for his longing to be with the other kids. He had always looked forward to Hogwarts, but now he just wanted to leave and never come back.

What's more, there was one boy in his class who made him uncomfortable. Regulus had caught him staring at him on several occasions, and the odd thing was the boy didn't even avert his gaze, but either stuck out his tongue or smirked at him. Luckily, the boy hadn't tried to talk to him. He wouldn't have known what to say. He wasn't allowed to socialise.

Regulus unconsciously began to watch him secretly as well. He learned that the boy's name was Barty and his father worked at the Ministry of Magic. He also soon noticed he was always accompanied by another boy in their class called Evan. Both were frequently in detention for pulling pranks on other houses' students. They were the kind of company his parents probably detested. He had to focus on his studies and not on silly pranks.

“It must be done in pairs.” Groans and shouts of delight were heard in equal measure as the History of Magic teacher explained the procedure for the upcoming assignment. “You must hand it in by next Friday. I will not accept any paper after the deadline.”

Regulus glared at his classmates as they paired off. He couldn't ignore the knot that had formed in his stomach. Maybe he could do the task individually, he could go to the professor's office and explain to him he didn't have a partner–.

“You have a partner?”

Regulus looked at whoever had addressed him and immediately became uneasy. It was Barty.

“No,” he said flatly and looked away, embarrassed he had been obliged to give such a ridiculously predictable answer.

“Well, now you've got one.”

Regulus dared to meet his eyes again, which were sparkling with excitement. His lips had curved into a wide grin too.

“Do you want to be my partner?” He shyly clutched the book he held in his hands.

Barty shrugged his shoulders.

“You don't want to?”

Your classmates are not your friends.

I'm sorry, Mother.

“Yes, I do.” He smiled for the first time in two weeks.

“Good!” Barty exclaimed and held out a hand as he smiled warmly at him, showing his sharp teeth. “My name is Barty.”

I already know your name, you idiot.

He squeezed Barty's hand softly.

“Regulus.”

It is said that you are shown an overview of your life seconds before you die, and Regulus proved that to be a lie when he recalled his first conversation with Barty prior to drowning in the deep waters of the lake. Although, it somehow made sense —he hadn't been shown his entire life, but the beginning of it. His life began the moment he met Barty, and how happy he was to die that way too.

[cinamun]

I know you don't do anything for no reason. Either that or I just read too much into stuff! Your pictures always outline a kind of subplot that I've picked up on over the years and maybe i'm wrong, but I think the zoom on the glass of whatever Indya is drinking is important given how she used to handle real hard problems in the beginning. Are we ready to talk about that?

Let's talk about it!

Maybe that's what OG saw that made him come have a seat outside before he enjoyed a slice of that citrus cake on the counter that Indya made. I think maybe he's been worried about her since she came home in tears and he had to kiss-shush her.

Like you said, Indya used to handle things she'd rather not think about (or remember) with alcohol/cough syrup. As she's matured, became a parent, mastered the art of loving, etc, she doesn't need to drown away her problems in Patron and SimQuil.

Is she sliding back? I mean... this is kinda major. Her daughter signed a diabolical contract and she's about to just let Dira learn what happens when you don't read the fine print.

Basically yes, the glass was intentional (not her ass I promise). But how far will it go?

Stay tuned.

[nobodysavemysoulitsperfectlyfine]

The seven as perfumes/colognes/vaguely smelling substances except I don't know anything about formulas

Note that these are probably not real things you can put in a perfume this is for fun.

Also I got a lot of this from Reddit.

Percy: Top notes would be some sort of sweet like vanilla bean, Middle notes would include seaspray and tropical fruits, and base notes would probably be a nice honey, cocoa or brown sugar sorta thing. According to my research (scrolling through Pinterest) these are typically scents you find in women's perfume.

And to assume that Percy Jackson gives a fuck about what he smells like as long as it's good. Tsk tsk. Percy probably smells like what you imagine a tropical get a way is, which sucks because he can never get that.

Annabeth: Top notes for Annabeth would definitely be of the citrus sort. Specifically lemon. It's said that her perfume was definitely lemon scented, probably because it repels spiders. The girl drowns herself in it. Also because mm yummy. Middle notes would be whatever book smell is like. Call it leather, call it sandalwood, but gawdamn. Essentially she smells liked a freshly cleaned library filled with pastries.

Lesbians flock to her whenever nearby (I'm talking about the one friend she has that hates Percy for some reason)

Leo: Say what you want, the guys a mix of the NASTIEST smells and absurdly sweet chocolate. I've been in enough car shops, mechanic wearhouses and what not to be able to know that there is NO GOD FEARING SCENTS. There's notes of Grease Oils, Sulfur, and the Giant Fennel, which is a plant said to be sweet, aromantic and spicy. Leo smells different every single day that he's working, and failing to rizz the huzz. (Did I say that right?)

Also, he really likes it if someone close to him smells like a food. ESPECIALLY when he's been working for so long and needs to eat something.

Anyways.

Jason: He probably doesn't care much for Cologne, given that most of the ones he finds are supposed to smell like animalistic and musk, when he prefers the real kind. But let's say that for the sake of fitting into Camp Jupiter or what ever, he's wearing the normal stuff. I want to say linen for some reason. But no. There's notes of Petrichor for right after he used his powers (basically the smell of thunder), Metallic and soft earth smells. Jason smells like air right before a storm hits, where the air is misty, the winds slowly picking up, but nothings gone South. Not yet.

Wear an aphrodisiac around him and this man will FREEZE. Like, legitimately. Jason's the type of guy to be so afraid of making one of his friend's uncomfortable that his first instinct will be to do as little as possible so he won't get carried away. People start to notice that he isn't dishing out hugs or friendly touches often.

Frank: The cleanliest musky smell you can find. I can't describe it. Animal smells, but it doesn't get out of hand. I feel like a part of him gets nervous about everybody thinking he stinks, when it's anything but. They're intrigued, but not grossed out, per se. I think it would be hilarious if Frank's the type of person that everybody surrounds, trying to figure out what he's wearing. Sandalwood, Animals, musk, all wrapped up in a nice, evenly balanced package.

Also tell me he doesn't have a weird thing for Jasmine. I can feel it in my delusional bones.

Hazel: She might be the only person who likes the fancy French stuff and purposely wears it. Incense, bereavement flowers, Jasime because she knows Frank likes it :) Mildew, Chrysanthemums, girly takes care of herself. Hazel smells like a funeral home, except it's filled with loving family members, fresh flowers, sweet foods and precious memories.

Piper: I'm conflicted on whether or not she actually wears this stuff. Nevertheless, there's a lingering scent of every single perfume or cologne her siblings wear. And even if she's been through literal tartarus, there's still a trace of bath and body works on her, or at least some pleasant smell. I can't remember if this happened during the lost trio, but I imagine that while in the most random of places, Jason would comment on it, she would deny it, and Leo would confirm it by straight up sniffing her.

No, you know what? She gets a kick out of solely using novelty products. Think Angry Birds scented shit, Hello Kitty and Garfield, Random candy smells that have no right to exist. Jason is baffled every time.

This took a stupid long time to make just for it to not be accurate of any sort. I apologize. Maybe I'll even do more later.

[vhstown]

chocolate shaadee

— pavitr prabhakar x gn!reader

summary: You go to a wedding with Pavitr. There's only so much chocolate two people can have before regretting it.

content / warnings: none just fluff and corny teenage pining

word count: 1.2k

a/n: me and sadi's instagram dms led to this... if u ever go to a wedding there has to be a chocolate fountain by LAW!!! barely edited...

"Uuuuugh. Maybe this wasn't a good idea."

"You're saying that now, Pavi…?"

Truthfully, there was no way this couldn't have happened. The moment the two of you had stepped into the venue, none of the decorations or displays had mattered. The song that was playing was irrelevant. Greeting relatives and friends and surviving smothering kisses were simply a formality.

The moment you two had seen the beautiful, rich, three-tiered liquid heaven tucked away in a corner, it was almost as if two people weren't getting married right across the room. Oh, how naive you had been.

You'd devised a plan to sneak as many chocolate-covered skewers onto a plate as you could, every time you'd visited the fountain. After many awkward stares that read more like concern than judgement, the two of you had racked up enough skewers to build a castle, enough chocolate to fill an ocean, and a stomach ache that could kill ten horses.

"I'm gonna throw up."

"If your auntie sees vomit on your clothes, she'll finish you."

"Not if this stomach ache finishes me first."

Pavitr let out another groan, making the two of you laugh, only serving to make the stomach ache hurt more. The buzz of sugar fizzling under your skin had finally settled, leaving your muscles dull and heavy. Escaping into the wilderness of the venue's outdoor garden helped a little, the cool night air a much-needed contrast to the stuffy, loud and bright dancing arena that had formed inside.

Something like a yawn came out of Pavitr, and you let the laugh out through your nose to save yourself the regret of too much movement.

"Tired, Mr. Fruit Kebab?" you teased, trying to smirk as if you could look anything but like you were in extreme physical discomfort.

"Mr. Fruit Kebab? Now that's just terrible. I was trying to be healthy!"

"What's healthy about drowning fruit with tons of chocolate?"

"At least I'm not going to get heart disease first— Oof! Don't hit me!"

"Don't act like the strawberries you suffocated with sugar are going to save you."

"Still, though!"

He sighed deeply, and you sighed right back. A smile spread across his face, and the garden lights shone like little stars in his eyes. There was no moon in the sky tonight. How could there be? The sun was right in front of you, shining his light right onto you, too shy to open his mouth for too long because the last time he did all his teeth were ruined with chocolate and you'd laughed at him.

"What?" you finally said, deciding not to notice how his smile had somehow snuck its way onto your lips.

"You have chocolate on your face."

"And you're telling me when?"

"It's okay, let me get it."

"You can't tell me where it is? You just have to be chivalrous?" you muttered as he rubbed his knuckle against the corner of your mouth. His hands were impossibly warm, like they somehow always were.

Pavitr gave your cheek a pinch that only just bordered on being painful before pulling away, snickering at your wince.

"Who's getting married anyway?" you asked, clearing your throat. A half-shocked expression appears on the boy's face.

"You didn't care to remember who's wedding I invited you to? Rude!"

"Hey, you've dragged me to a million and one weddings, how am I supposed to remember?"

"I'm joking, you wouldn't know them. Distant relatives." You scoffed at that, but he just shrugged. "And it's boring without you."

"You're bored by weddings? I thought you loved them."

"What I love is the chocolate fountain. It's suspicious how many people here claim to have known me as a baby."

"But is it me or the chocolate fountain? Do you only take me so we can share the guilt afterwards?"

Just a sliver of his teeth showed through his laugh, smile tainted with embarassment. "Don't say it like that!"

"So it's true…" You sighed dramatically, holding your heart with the hand that wasn't on your abdomen. "Prabhakar has been using me all this time."

"No, no…! You're turning me into a drama series villain!" The two of you stifled your laughs, and his head fell beside you, hair brushing your shoulder.

When you had calmed down, he peeked at you through his perfectly-messed up hair, a softer look in his usually mischievous eyes.

"I'd go to a wedding with you even if there was no fountain, you know."

"Oh, I'm so reassured," you drawled, rolling your eyes.

"I'm serious. Just you. No fancy ceremonies or anything." Warmth seeped into your hand as he took it in his. Your snark had vanished as fast as it came.

"That's not much of a wedding," you mumbled, wondering how on Earth he'd managed to get so close to you in such a short time.

"Do you realise the point of a wedding is love?"

"Almost forgot you were a hopeless romantic."

"Hey, I'm not hopeless! And a chocolate fountain just makes it better, is all."

Pavitr gave your hand a squeeze. The moon and stars were shining again.

"…You're talking in riddles again," you huffed, shaking your head to hide your expression. "What are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that when I get married I'd want those two things there. Chocolate fountain, and you."

"You think I won't be at your wedding?" You'd be happy if he got married, of course. You'd be older. More mature. Less… bothered by silly feelings.

"Oh, you'd definitely be there. There would be no wedding otherwise."

"You'd cancel your wedding if I didn't come? That's ridiculous."

"Oh, no. I'd cancel my wedding if there was no chocolate fountain."

"What—"

"Beta, your cousins from home are here! Come and greet them!"

The voice of Pavitr's auntie got the two of you to let go of each other's hands, and finally stand up. Your stomachs protesting at the sudden movement, and your hand was maybe a little sweaty.

"Is Aarush's family here?" you asked, recalling the little boy and that had followed you around with his little siblings and clambered all over Pavitr last time.

"Yeah, it looks like it." He let out an exhausted breath, preparing himself for even more exhaustion. "We turn into his babysitters whenever he comes."

"You're good with him, though. You're probably his favourite cousin."

"Is that a good thing?" You shared one more laugh, and a little bit of a wince, before walking back into the venue.

A shiver passed through you as you did, and only then did you realise how cold it had been outside. You hadn't noticed at all, though. Even the coldest nights could be thawed by the sunrise.

"Do you realise the point of a wedding is love?"

"I'm saying that when I get married I'd want those two things there. Mainly you."

"Oh, you'd definitely be there. There would be no wedding otherwise."

It was only when you got home when you realised why Pavitr had been giving you that amused look the rest of the evening, and it wasn't because his little cousin was climbing all over him.

Never again were you having so many sweets. Your stomach was still swirling. It had also made you ridiculously oblivious. You wish you'd hit him harder.

And so, your night was scare of sleep, and full of ridiculous, sugary sweet thoughts. How many tiers could chocolate fountains go up to? Your stomach felt funny. Your face was sore from smiling so much.

Getting married to the sun, huh? Easier said than done.

Worst thing was, he was probably smiling too.

🕸🔭🪀

thank you for reading !!!! i know ive been inactive i have exams in two weeks and cannot focus on ANYTHING for the life of me ough but im still here .... i hope i can write a lot in the summer hehe

find my atsv masterlist here!

[cybercasket]

Guys. Guys Ben Drowned's canon last name isn't actually Lawman

I've known this for a while, and more I think about it, the more it makes me feel like I should say something 😭

It was a misconception that started with an older version of Ben's page on the Jadusable Wiki. (It was never used for any non-ARG version of Ben prior to this.) I remember spotting Lawman being used as Ben's last name around 2016-2018 or so, and it has been edited out of his page since 2020. (It was on the page they have for the dead child rather than the Network/entity. I think it might've happened before they moved off Fandom wiki, because I think I remember seeing comments and their new wiki doesn't have those).

During the second arc (2011-2012), Jadusable mailed some bonus material to people who donated to him. One of these bonus materials was a section from a newspaper, which describes the murder-suicide of two members of the Lawman family along with their son, with some tampering to the article that appears to have been done by BEN.

You can zoom into the image and read it, or check out it's page on the wiki here (which I highly recommend as it has some added information, like what all the censored words are.) It's a very interesting piece of lore that's fun to analyze--however, I wouldn't recommend reading it if you're super squeamish or sensitive to graphic details related to death. (The method of the killing itself isn't mentioned.)

While this seems to be about Ben on the surface, it's actually not. The only way we can tell is by the date of the newspaper: In the column to the left of the "Spring Is In The Air!" paragraph, the year 2011 is mentioned, but we know that Ben died on 4/23/2004. The wording of the Lawman event feels recent (as if they're talking about an event a few months prior), when Ben's death would've been far gone by now.

With what's likely BEN tampering on the top right (where they creatively use block-out poetry to say "You shouldn't have done that," among many other things) combined with the mention of someone's son dying, it makes a ton of sense that the wiki editors assumed that Ben is a member of this Lawman family that appears here. At some point, screenshots of the wiki ended up being circulated and the larger Creepypasta fandom accepted Lawman as being Ben's "real" last name.

Lawman is actually the last name of a different (and much less relevant) character, Tyler, who appears briefly in the first and third arcs. It's not entirely clear what happened to him or his family, and I think the Newspaper Article is intended to be fun bonus material for Jadusable's donators rather than something that's meant to supply important information about the ARG characters--something like Ben's last name would be crucial for puzzles and passwords, and would give the 50 donators who received the article an unfair advantage (and Jadusable isn't the type of creator who'd be okay with that). Regardless, it carries some interesting implications about the Behavioral Event Network, and Matt's initials are also here for some reason. It's probably one of the most head-spinning materials in the whole game.

[cosmic-ships]

There is one movie I still have yet to see.

Well technically two but one is non existent on the internet streaming services and it makes me cry (BECAUSE HES A VIDEO GAME NERD and I've watched all his scenes and I hate that girl who kept leading him on then breaking his heart, bitch. ... anyways I love him already...i-i..I'm rambling aren't I?) Anyways that movie is called not waving but drowning.

Anyways I need to go see where I can find the movie What if/The F Word because I was quoting that AD character long before I knew who AD was! Lmfao also ya know the meme "good soup" ? yeah congrats thats my fiance Sackler by the way 🤣)

Rant in tags(?) Ish? Not really??? .....where am I?

[the-lark-ascending69]

> be a robin buckley fan

> be lesbian

> project on robin

> look up "internalized homophobia robin buckley" on tumblr because it's cathartic

> 3/4 of the posts are about st3ddie or just about steve

[smallnico]

nobody asked but i want everyone to know that when i draw karlach doing a happy tail thrash, it's stimming. i'm drawing her happy flapping. i'm not trying to compare karlach to a dog (or, rather, i'm not trying to condescend to her or minimize her pain or awareness or intelligence). i think everyone knows she's got big feelings and she's a very physically emotive and fidgety person (we've all seen her little dance) so it just makes sense to me that she would vent her excitement physically somehow.

also it's what i would do if i had a tail. i'm stuck using my hands lmao