#Also she’s very prideful so she would never admit she wants friends

[lowgothree]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ━━ ❛ 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 ❜

chapter no. 001!          

𝗈𝗈𝗈.               ⠀CONTENT : paige “with” another girl (for the plot). reader is so terribly down bad. also, i don’t proofread so if you see typos or grammar mistakes i’m sorry. and this chapter is kinda boring but it's necessary soo.

𝗈𝗈𝗈. ⠀      WORD COUNT : 1.5k

𝗈𝗈𝗈.   ⠀AUTHORS NOTE : yall seemed to like the prologue so i hope yall like this too!!

THEY’RE KISSING. and she’s enjoying it, by the looks of it. you can tell because she’s doing that thing where she pulls the other person closer like they could never be close enough. the thing she used to do to you. 

it’s almost comical that the first time you see paige again, she’s kissing some other girl with eyes like yours outside the diner where you and the girls were. she thinks she’s being sneaky (she’s not). she always thought she was sneaky, you remember that much. in fact, you somehow remember everything about the blonde except what her lips tasted like. so of course you’re a little jealous, feeling a bit out of the loop. that’s normal. right? and maybe definitely it’s stupid to mourn so deeply over a relationship that you ended but, whatever, you can’t help that you miss her.

there was nothing human about the feeling, it was more like a typhoon or a volcanic eruption, something so completely out of your control. it was purely sickening…but whenever you see the peroxide-blonde with someone new, you  find yourself apprehensively scanning their hair, their skin, the words that they would say –– always finding a hint of yourself within them. the delusional part of you wanted that to mean she still wanted you, but logic said that maybe she just started having a type. but then you’d think back to before…the paige before you never had a specific type. but since you? there’s an unmistakable one. but that’s not enough proof that she still feels for you. in fact, it’s nothing. it’s hard not to see yourself when you’re actively looking for it. you’d keep up with the torture by staring at paige kissing that girl through the window but then you feel a sharp kick to your shin from underneath the table. 

“stop staring, perv.” nika mutters, rolling her eyes lightly. although nika was one of the few people who knew about the dead relationship, she didn’t know that your feelings for paige still lingered. she only knew what paige told her, that the two of you were friends.

“i wasn’t ––”

“you were.”

okay –– maybe you were. you sigh silently to yourself, taking a sip of your milkshake. this is the first time you’re actually hanging out with your friends together rather than just one on one (which you only did because you didn’t want to see paige). the two of you agreed to be friends but that was clearly not going to happen. however, you felt bad for denying your friends every time they asked to spend time with you. so, you sucked up your pride. you could spend an hour in paige’s presence, it wouldn’t kill you. at least not literally.

angel, a redhead who shares a dorm with nika and a major with you, is sitting in between azzi and you. she’s eyeing you carefully, after all, the two of you are very close and she knows why you and paige broke up. she also knows that you still care about her. her gaze is simultaneously suffocating and protective.

“...are you okay?” she whispers only loud enough for you to hear. you simply nod, munching on your fries trying not to look out of the window again. in truth, your head was spinning. you haven’t seen paige face to face since the breakup. you were hoping you’d never have to again…

then she finally enters, walking up to the booth. every step she takes is just as confident as they always are. her hair is down, running across the length of her back. her eyes meet yours, they’re more familiar than your own name. her beauty is still unquestionable –– but you wouldn’t admit it. it would make looking away from her even more difficult. so instead you pretend not to look as she sits down at the booth right next to nika…right in front of you. she pokes nika’s side just to piss her off  before snatching a fry from angel’s plate and dipping it in her own milkshake. angel rolls her eyes but says nothing.

“that’s disgusting.” nika turns up her nose as paige bites it. 

“don’t knock it till you try it.” paige dramatically licks her fingers. nika makes a fist, gently hitting the table a few times with her knuckles. you chuckle at nika’s attitude.

“what are you giggling about? you used to like it too.” paige mutters, smiling lightly but her words send a pang to your chest. nobody else seems to catch the bitterness in her tone….but you do. her eyes look almost guilty when she sees the sharp intake of breath you take. but before she could say anything else, you look away. you avoid her eye contact like it’s deadly.

nika clears her throat, eventually sensing the tension, and turns her attention to azzi whose eyes are close and head is rested against the booth. “you okay?”

“mhm…just really tired.” she mutters, opening her eyes to sip her lemonade. 

you chuckle. “i bet you are, we stayed up all last night studying.”

“finals?” angel questions.

“yeah…” azzi mumbles.

“can we please not talk about that right now?” paige groans.

“says you, scholar athlete.” azzi mutters, rolling her eyes at the blonde.

“she’s too busy with that girl to focus on studying these days.” nika chuckles. angel looks over at you for a quick moment but you keep your gaze steady on your plate.

you nearly jump out of your skin trying to relax your tensing shoulders before someone notices. you ended things with her…she couldn’t even call you her girlfriend. so why did it hurt so much to even hear of someone else in your place? this wasn’t exactly the plan, you were meant to move on by now. but seeing her…again…all you can wonder is what she’s thinking about right now.

“who? cleo?” paige snorts. “we’re not talking about that either.”

cleo. cleo. the girl who just had her tongue down paige’s throat no less than ten minutes ago. you feel sick to your stomach at the mention but you hide it well, then you feel sicker when you think about how pathetic it is that you even felt this way to begin with. it’s just another indignity among many.

“why not?” nika mutters. “it’s more interesting than talking about studying.”

“true.” azzi adds.

paige looks over at you, her way of saying that she’s not going to talk about another girl in front of you. “where’s aubrey?” 

you appreciate the conversation shift even if you know it’s in vain. they want to know about this mystery girl and honestly, so do you.

“late.” nika mutters.

“i ordered her food for her.” angel smiles softly. 

“and she’s gonna wanna talk about the girl too.” azzi chuckles. angel’s leg shakes underneath the table, she’s clearly empathetic for you. she knows the girls don’t mean to hurt you but she also knows that it is hurting you. you wanted to relax her, make her feel less guilty for not saying anything even if she wasn’t participating in the conversation.

so you chuckle lightly, pretending to be completely fine and say, “can you please be still?”

“can you please be still?” you sigh softly, braiding her hair in its signature style. paige is sitting in front of you on the bed with her legs crossed. she has a game later, and she asked you to braid her hair for her. 

“you’re pretty.” paige mumbles as you finish up her first braid, still squirming at your touch. 

for a second you almost forget yourself, paige being damn near sickeningly sweet. she seems to notice how her words have temporarily struck you, pride swelling within her since she loves making you happy. 

you shrug it off and remember that her back is facing you, so you chuckle at her commenting on your appearance. “you can’t even see me.”

“i don’t have to. i’m thinking about how your face looks right now.” she turns back to look at you over her shoulder. “pretty.”

you bite back a smile, turning her head back so you can braid the other side. “you’re corny, you know that?”

“i’m enamored.”

“oh, someone learned a new word.” you snort, continuing braiding her hair, being as gentle as you can with her. (though it gets increasingly difficult when she won’t stop moving).

“shut up.” she mutters. “i’m super smart.”

you finish braiding her hair, tapping her side to let her know that you’re done and she can go look. she stands up from the bed, long legs taking her to the dresser which has a mirror over it, she eyes her braids carefully. “they’re a little crooked, babe.”

you roll your eyes. “cause you wouldn’t stop mo––”

she turns back your way, walking back to you. paige towers over you while you sit on the bed, she puts a hand under your chin and kisses you. “i’m joking. they’re perfect. thank you, baby.”

“anything for you…” you whisper back and your words make her smile. it’s wide and toothy –– the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

#anything but you ✹ꯣ #paige bueckers x reader

[yookikiku]

her name is Tensai and she has a socmed dependence problem

#Oc #2023 #doodles #original #she draws and has a lot of followers #I think maybe around 60k #But she has like 0 friends irl and online #So she’s constantly very lonely which worsens her socmed dependency #Also she’s very prideful so she would never admit she wants friends #She also pretends to be super bright and cheerful on the outside but on the inside she is constantly yelling #I’m lov her #Most people get tired of her pridefulness and leaves most of the time so she doesnt have good experiences with building relationships #Tho its mostly her fault tho tbh #LIKE SHE TRIES HER BEST but eventually her facade of being a nice bright cheerful gal just comes off

[okay-babe]

Imagine alastor thinks his wife is just the most perfect, angelic being he’s ever met, so he’s downright shocked to fight out she also ended up in hell going “yeah I killed a man once” (he falls even more in love)

A Good Thing, Indeed

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, angelic reader, protective/possessive alastor, brief human alastor x human reader, fluff, very mild angst note: I went a little overboard with this one, but I hope you enjoy, anon <3 Find a sequel (of sorts) to this fic, here.

Alastor had never quite understood how someone like him had ended up with a woman like you.

You were soft and understanding, utterly ceaseless in your kindness and love of near anyone who crossed your path, a true saint to be sure.

Alastor on the other hand, had always been quite the opposite.

Where you were soft, your lover was unyielding, where you were understanding, he was impatient, and when it came to the capacity for kindness and love within his heart, many would have gone on record stating that there was much to be desired in that regard.

Yet, even still, you chose him, and he, you.

Every. Single. Time.

It was as if the two of you were meant to be.

The proud and charismatic up and coming host of a brand new radio show, and the modest and soft spoken kindergarten teacher that was ever present upon his arm.

To Alastor, you were everything and more, and whether he was willing to admit it aloud or not, he all but worshiped the very ground that you walked upon.

There was so very little worth caring for in a world like the one that he lived in, and yet there you were, a shining beacon of light and hope to keep him from losing his mind over it all (well, at least in part, though he knew deep down that a portion had been missing since long before you'd made your way into his life).

For all of this, Alastor praised you and your love ceaselessly, his appreciation for your union a vast and endless thing that filled him with a sense of pride stronger than any other he'd felt before.

And how could it not?

You were his wife.

You!

The beautiful kindergarten teacher who worked in the public school just down the street from his broadcasting station, the one with the smile that lit up a room and the laugh that could make a man blush.

The one with the students who sung her praises to their parents during pick up and the coworkers turned friends who would utterly gush about her at even the briefest mention of her name.

You.

The woman that no one believed had gotten New Orleans' most prominent radio host to settle down after only just a year of courting, and whose stunning church wedding had been the talk of the town.

You were perfect, you were lovely, and the sweetest part of it all was that you bore his last name.

And oh, what whiplash that must have caused for those who hadn't known of your courtship earlier on. It nearly sent Alastor into a tizzy just imagining it.

The sweet, adoring woman that your son calls his teacher is also the wife of the ever unreadable and notably cold radio host from just down the street that scarcely any could say they truly knew?

How scandalous! Whatever is a woman like her doing with a man like him?!

Well, the answer, quite honestly, was being doted upon nigh endlessly.

If you wanted for even the smallest of things, it would be yours in an instant, and if you desired even the most useless of luxuries, he would have spared no expense to have it in your hands by the end of the day.

And even beyond that, there was the persistent desire to stay by your side, his presence always guaranteed the very moment you mentioned want for it.

An ice cream social at the school where you'd be meeting your new students and their parents? Alastor was there, conversing politely with a few mothers on the difficulties of parenting (in spite of his notable lack of children), making nearly everyone wonder what the hell a famous radio host was doing at the local elementary school.

Visiting Mimzy at her slightly sleazy little lounge in the shadier side of the city? Alastor was there, dressed to the nines, looking immensely out of place as you danced the night away with your friends (and him of course) to your little heart's content.

His love for you was nearly as endless as yours was for the very world beneath your feet, and in spite of himself he couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper in love at every borderline naive action you took.

You want to buy that man a drink because he looks lonely? Certainly darling, your husband would be happy to scare him off all night as the fool tries to make unwanted advances at you that he thinks are warranted thanks to your kindness.

You want to pick a fight with the burly man whose house is on your walk to work because he's been shouting cruel things at his dog nearly every morning for the past several weeks? Oh of course, just let Alastor prepare to use his most unsettling smile while he reaches for the leather sheathed knife he keeps attached to his belt so he can wordlessly threaten the oaf without you ever even realizing.

And so, knowing all of that and having lived such a love-filled few years at your side, how could Alastor ever have believed he might one day see you again once he came to in Hell shortly after his demise?

The short answer was, he couldn't.

And though he would never have been willing to admit such a thing aloud, it utterly shattered a portion of his heart to know he would never see your sweet smile or hear your perfect laugh ever again.

And to imagine what your reaction may have been once the police had informed you of all that he had done?

Well, he tried his best not to.

Because while he couldn't bring himself to regret those he had killed and the things he had done, he did regret having been left with no choice but to keep such a thing from you and leave you with such a mess upon his death.

Certainly you had deserved better, that much he knew.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do about that now.

Or, at least, that's what he had led himself to believe.

Until one day, he'd been broken out of his typical morning routine of brewing his black coffee and digging into a freshly caught deer by the sound of knocking at his door.

There were very few people who knew of where Alastor lived at this point, with him being multiple years removed from life and having firmly cemented himself within society as a powerful and merciless overlord, so honestly it hadn't come as very much of a surprise when he opened the door and found an old friend waiting rather impatiently on the other side.

Mimzy.

Having arrived in Hell not very long after the radio host, the former flapper, (who he had actually met through you), had become a familiar face throughout the past few years as he'd tried to grow accustomed to life without his darling wife at his side.

It was nice, in a way, to have that reminder of you near when he wished for it to be, and so he allowed the sinner to call him something like a friend and offered her protection when it was convenient enough for him that it didn't prove to be a hassle.

Although, today of all days the overlord was certainly a little less than pleased to see Mimzy's familiar face at his doorstep, and he was reasonably certain that she knew why that was.

It was your former anniversary after all, and today would have been your tenth year of marriage had he only lived long enough to reach such a landmark achievement with you.

A smile, strained and thin, descended upon his lips, and, in spite of his feelings, Alastor remained as cordial as ever, albeit rather cold with his words.

"Mimzy, my dear! How wonderful to see you! Whatever could possibly be so important as to have you at my door on a day like today?"

There was a certain level of threat to his tone that no doubt left the woman standing before him floundering for a few seconds, before finally, she mustered up her reply, her smile ever so slightly less confident than before.

"Alastor, just the fella that I was lookin' for!"

The sinner began, placing her right hand upon her hip as she inspected the condition of the nails on her left,

"Now I know ya like to be left alone and all on days like this, but I've got a surprise for ya back at my place that I promise you're gonna wanna see a-s-a-p."

She said with her typical air of confidence, immediately causing the Radio Demon to roll his eyes in response, his facade of interest slipping ever so slightly before he seemed to catch himself once more, ever the gentleman.

"Oh do you now? Well, as utterly transfixed as I am over this little mystery of yours, I'm afraid that I just don't have the time to stop by today. Lot's of things to prepare for the upcoming broad-"

"Alastor."

Mimzy said sternly, cutting the overlord in question off rather uncharacteristically with a glare of her own.

"I know damn well that you don't got nothin' planned for the day, so don't you start fibbin', mista, I can see right through ya!"

She began, quickly changing the subject when she seemed to recall exactly who she was talking to at the increasing sound of static.

"Look, I didn't come here to argue with ya or nothin', so you do whatever it is that you wanna do. I just wanted to come over and warn ya that if you don't come by for a visit by the end of the day you're gonna feel like a real fool, okay?"

She emphasized her warning with a dramatized raise of her brow before she grinned rather wickedly and stepped down off of his doorstep, wiggling her fingers in a teasing little wave as she climbed into the back of the very same taxi she must have used to get to his dwellings in the first place.

"I'll see ya around dollface!"

She called out as the car pulled away, leaving Alastor with quite a few more questions than he'd had upon her already unplanned arrival.

What a fantastic start to one's day.

By the time that Alastor made the decision to actually stop by Mimzy's lounge, it was already dark outside, the subtle chirping of crickets reminding him briefly of home as he walked toward his destination, ever a fan of the more simplistic methods of transportation.

He thought of the sounds of crickets and all of the moments with you that their seemingly endless chirps had backed until their sounds faded away with the increasing sounds of the busier section of the city, wherein Mimzy's place was located.

Just as sleazy and sketchy as it had been above, so it was below, and Alastor felt a sudden sense of longing and familiarity as he stepped inside, the smell of cigarettes and the sound of ever so slightly out of tune jazz music reminding him of his days of swing dancing with you on the cracked dance floor of the place Mimzy had owned and operated in life.

The Radio Demon had only just begun to contemplate what you might have thought of a place like this one when suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call out his name, and he turned to find the lounge's owner walking quickly toward him, a wide grin that nearly rivaled his own splitting her cheeks.

"Well would you look who it is, Alastor the Radio Demon here in my lil' lounge, what a lucky lady I must be!"

Mimzy teased as she shouted over the obnoxiously loud music, immediately forcing the man in question to hold back another instinctual roll of his eyes.

"Oh, nonsense, I should think that luck has very little to do with it, my dear."

Alastor drawled, dragging his gaze downward to find his friend standing there, all but vibrating upon her feet, clearly excited by something, though he couldn't quite fathom what in Hell it could possibly be.

That is, until he heard another familiar voice pipe up from somewhere behind him, this one far less anticipated than the last, and by a rather significant margin at that.

"Mimzy?"

It called, an edge of stress to it that had the corners of the overlord's smile twitching downward ever so slightly for the briefest of moments.

Alastor watched as the ex flapper standing before him grinned widely in response to his barely noticeable reaction, her eyes shining as she allowed the person speaking to continue with their question.

"Who did you say the whiskey on the rocks was for?"

The lounge's owner hopped up onto a stool beside where she had been standing, gesturing to the space at the bar near where Alastor was still firmly planted, the ears atop his head twitching ever so slightly as they took in the sound of a voice he'd never thought he'd hear again for the very first time since he'd awoken with them camouflaged within his hair.

"Right here, doll. Speakin' of which, why dontcha c'mere and meet one of my regulars, huh?"

She asked as casually as she could manage, gesturing slightly for the still reeling sinner standing beside the bar to take a seat, which, to her surprise, he actually did, eyes seeking out the source of the voice he was hearing as if in utter disbelief.

And then, much to his shock, there you were.

Sure, you looked different as a sinner, but he would recognize you anywhere, and it certainly helped that your beautiful smile was the very same as he remembered it to be whenever he closed his eyes and found you there waiting for him.

Busy with what was likely a fairly large number of orders that your fellow bartender seemed to be doing very little to try and keep up with, you didn't seem to notice him at first, walking quickly toward your old friend with a glass of whiskey in hand, moving to place it down in front of the ever so prominent Radio Demon absentmindedly when suddenly, you froze, your hand still wrapped around the chilled cup.

The two of you stared at one another for several long moments, eyes widened and breaths halting entirely, until finally Mimzy spoke up from Alastor's right, her laughter obnoxious beside his ear, though he could scarcely bring himself to care with his gaze locked so heavily onto yours.

"Happy anniversary, ya lovebirds! Didn't expect that, didja?!"

She all but cackled, causing you to break eye contact with your husband to gawk at your friend.

"Wait a second, you knew he was here the whole time and didn't tell me?!"

You cried, hand flying to your mouth as Alastor began to regard the woman sitting beside him with a hugely threatening glare, the frightfulness of which was only increased by his unyielding grin, which was beginning to appear more and more malicious by the second.

"Woah woah woah, hold your horses!"

Mimzy shouted, waving her hands all about as if in surrender as she looked back and forth between the two of you nervously,

"She only just got down here this mornin' I swear!"

She explained hurriedly to the overlord beside her, causing the man's eye to twitch with effort as he struggled not to tear his old friend limb from limb while her entire bar watched on in horror.

Alastor tapped one clawed finger against the bar in front of him, his sharpened teeth appearing even more threatening than usual at his apparent anger over the situation at hand.

"And you didn't think, my dear,"

He began, his voice low,

"That I may have wanted to know sooner?"

The sound of static overtook the lounge as the sinner's anger increased with each word he said, causing everyone, including those hired to play the live music, to flee out the front door, leaving the trio to their own devices within the confines of the now empty space.

This fact worked extremely well for Alastor, who was only growing more enraged with each passing second as he considered the implication of Mimzy's actions further.

Not only had this woman, someone who had dared call him a friend for so many years, betrayed him by keeping your presence unknown, but she had also clearly employed you at her poor excuse for a lounge, and was now acting as if she had done him a favor by allowing him to be in the presence of the very woman he'd married.

The urge to rip the sinner to shreds with his very own claws was immense, and perhaps he even would have done so had it not been for a gentle hand coming to rest upon his forearm, the weight of it felt even through his shirt and coat.

Immediately, he stiffened, the familiarity of the touch so jarring that his previous thoughts of murder ceased within an instant as he turned his head to face you properly.

There, illuminated by the dim and yellowed lights of the bar, stood his wife, a woman who he had never expected to see again after all that he had done.

What good deed must he have committed in life to deserve such a blessing as this?

Surely there was some kind of mistake and someone would be descending from the heavens to collect you soon, an angel sent to Hell on accident by way of some great failure on Saint Peter's fault.

Your husband stared at you for a few moments, as if afraid you might disappear if he so much as blinked, before finally, you spoke up, your lips curving into a slightly nervous smile.

"Let her explain?"

You asked gently, taking up the very same tone you used to when asking your beloved to make an exception to one of his many strict internalized rules for your benefit.

'Stay home with me?'

'Give him a chance?'

'A slightly less violent solution, perhaps?'

(the latter of which he'd heard more often than he was willing to admit).

And this time, as always, he caved almost immediately, giving a rather stern nod of his head before looking toward Mimzy with an obviously strained smile on his lips.

She didn't have long, that was for sure.

If she wanted to explain, she'd better do so quickly.

And that much must have been clear, because the ex flapper started talking just about as fast as she could manage while still remaining intelligible.

And what a tale she spun, indeed.

With hurried words and a remarkably nervous expression the likes of which neither you nor your husband had ever seen Mimzy wear before, the sinner apologized profusely for not telling either of you sooner, promising that she had only been trying to make it a surprise in celebration of your anniversary.

Apparently, she had vastly overestimated how persuasive she could be, and had assumed (rather incorrectly) that Alastor would be much more urgent in his arrival to her lounge after she'd paid him a visit, meaning she hadn't exactly intended to have kept the two waiting so long for the "grand reveal" of her surprise.

And, slowly but surely, as Mimzy explained her thought process, your confusion and your husband's apparent anger all but melted away, both reactions coming to be replaced with something located somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

How very like your friend it was to meddle in such a manner, after all.

You'd missed this.

(Alastor wished dearly that he could say the same, but having been stuck alone with it for several years, he couldn't quite relate.)

Still, even he had to admit that Mimzy's actions were something far more similar to misguided kindness than intentional ill will.

Though, there was still one issue that was still bothering him...

"Mimzy."

Alastor interrupted the sinner in the middle of her ramble, watching as she immediately shut her mouth and looked up at him, a familiar bout of nervous laughter falling from her lips as she wrung her hands together.

Seeing that she was paying attention, the overlord continued,

"I understand what you were going for with your..." He trailed off for a moment before hearing you pipe up from where you stood on the other side of the bar,

"Efforts."

How amusing, it seemed that even after years of separation, not even death could sever the almost supernatural ability you had to understand what your husband was trying to say before even he truly did.

Alastor nodded,

"Exactly. But that being said, I struggle to understand one thing."

He leaned toward his old friend slightly, watching her eyes widen as he did so, clearly unsure of what was going to happen next.

"Why, pray tell, my dear, is my wife spending her precious time working at your lounge if you had every intention of returning her to me?"

The possessive tone to his voice made you blush, eyes moving to the ground as you awaited Mimzy's response.

She was quick to answer.

"Great question, dollface!"

She laughed nervously,

"I uh, I guess I kinda figured she'd know if she was down here then you would be too, so I wanted to give her a little bit of a distraction... and maybe get some extra help for a few hours in the meantime."

She admitted quietly, though by the time she was finished speaking, Alastor wasn't paying her much mind anymore, his mind now occupied with what he considered to be a far more pressing issue.

Because now that Mimzy mentioned it...

"Dearest,"

He began, immediately catching your attention as he turned to face you fully, allowing you to take in the sight of him and his new "look" for the first time since your arrival.

You would be lying if you said you weren't a fan, as different as it may have been.

"Speaking of 'down here',"

Alastor continued, amusement dancing within his eyes,

"What exactly are you doing in a place like Hell?"

Your gaze moved downward once more at that, and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you tried to find anything else to focus on.

Eventually though, you gave up, and forced yourself to meet your husband's gaze once more.

"I uh, I killed a parent..."

You muttered under your breath, immediately causing Alastor's eyes to widen slightly in surprise, one of his ears twitching slightly atop his head.

"Pardon?"

He asked in utter disbelief, unable to even begin to comprehend what he was hearing.

You, his beautiful and darling wife, had killed a parent of one of the children you taught?

Utterly unbelievable, perish the thought.

You sighed, crossing your arms in a mix of embarrassment and frustration,

"I killed a parent, Al. Lucy and Arnold's father. He was beating on them and their mama something fierce, and I saw the opportunity to put a stop to it one night when walking over to the station after work... He went down the alley between the grocers and the tailor to take a shortcut home or something like that, and I just followed him before I even knew what was really going on..."

You sounded hesitant as you spoke, eyes downcast once more until without a word, your husband pressed his gloved index finger to your chin, raising your gaze to his own once more so you could see the utter awe present there.

He was positively enamored.

"You killed Harry Wells?"

He asked, shock still coloring his tone as he watched you for your reaction.

Slowly, after a few seconds of contemplation, you nodded, cheeks still pink as you did your best to keep from trying to avoid Alastor's heavy gaze.

"I uh, yeah. I did."

The overlord sitting across from you chuckled softly, a sound that slowly grew in volume and exuberance until he was laughing outright, the familiar sound music to your ears even as he sighed and wiped a tear from his eye afterward, something he had done often in life.

He grinned even wider at you than before, the pride in his eyes obvious as he shook his head as if still in disbelief.

"And to think,"

He began, reaching across the counter to grab both of your hands so he could pull you closer, your forearms resting against the bar countertop.

"I hadn't thought it possible to love you any more than I already did."

You laughed at that, pressing your forehead against your husband's with a sigh,

"Well in that case, I suppose it's a good thing that I have all of eternity to prove you wrong, huh?"

Alastor chuckled softly, humming as he took in the sight of you, as if trying to commit each individual detail to memory.

"A good thing, indeed, dear heart."

#alastor x reader #alastor imagine #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x you #hazbin x you #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel #.writes #requests

[scoutswritingcorner]

Can I request Hazbin Hotel characters reacting to an artist!reader that draws a lot but never shows anyone their work but one day accidentally left it out and their partner finds it and sees several sketches and finished drawings of them? Sorry if it’s an odd ask, I’m an artist and I thought it would be a cute idea I don’t see nearly enough, it’s okay if you can’t. Thank you either way!!!

Artist Rendition

Hazbin Gang x GN!Reader

TW:A little flirty with Angel’s reaction. Other than that none!

A/N: Not an odd request at all, Friend! For Angel’s part I did write for a male Reader and Fem Reader for Vaggie! KINDA SHORT I APOLOGIZE FRIEND!

-🦌Alastor🦌-

-🦌 Alastor was very curious to see you carry a sketchbook around all the time. He wanted to pry so badly.

-🦌 But he didn’t, he simply ignored the book and only ever asked about it if you were near him. You always get flustered and hide the book even further. Oh now he’s wondering what kind of dark secrets you have in there~

-🦌 But to his surprise when he finds it open and on a page, he sees drawings of him, he carefully flips the page and sees a half down sketch of him sitting in front of the fireplace.

-🦌 Oh boy you just made his ego inflate and his undead heart soar to new heights. His tail starts wagging and that’s the only way someone can catch how happy he is.

-🦌 Now? He’s going to poke a little fun at you, “My Dear, if you had to pick anyone in the hotel to be your muse who would it be?” 

-🦌 Silly deer man loves you and your abilities, he often tells you that your work needs to be displayed in a museum.

-🍎Lucifer🍎-

-🍎 Oh boy- when he finds out you can draw? Oh he gets super excited and asks if you can draw him a duck- even if it’s a little doodle! He doesn’t care!

-He doesn’t really ask or pry into your hobby much but he will admit he does want to see what you draw.

-When he does see that you drew him of all people he gets all flustered and he’s prideful cause his partner?? His darling little angel drew him?!?

-He will volunteer to pose for you, he’s used to sitting still for hours on end! 

-He will even pose naked if you want him to! Just say the word and he’ll drop his clothes right there.

-🎰Husk🎰-

-🎰 He watched you sit at the bar and draw to your heart's content and never really commented on it.

-🎰 When he does peek into your sketchbook it’s to pull behind the bar into a safe place so nothing ruins your work.

-🎰That’s when he notices the drawings and doodles of him and his tail curls happily. The way you captured him doing menial tasks sends his heart into overdrive.

-🎰 You were too good for him, damn it. The next time you find it? It has a little sticky note on the cover of your sketchbook and it has a little drawing of you with a small message, “Had to go out with Alastor. Love you, Dollface.” 

-🕷️ Angel Dust 🩷-

-🕷️ Oh this man- he loves it! You’re an artist and he’s also like an artist! But of a very very different genre.

-🩷 He also doesn’t pry much as he understands privacy. He wants to give you that as much as he can since he doesn’t get much of it.

-🕷️ Once he finds out you draw him? He’s over the fucking moon cause his man? His precious boyfriend draws him! 

-🩷Expect him to start flirting more and more but with art related flirts. “Come on, Suga’~ Draw me like one of your french girls~” im sorry. He’s very supportive!

-👑Charlie👑-

-👑 oh this baby girl..she’s been so busy lately that if she did notice it completely slipped her mind!

-👑 But when she finds your sketchbook? She gets super excited cause you draw this good?? She’s so proud that she immediately goes to find you!

-👑 She is another who fully supports you! You need anything, don't hesitate to ask!

-👑 Will try to convince you to start painting for the hotel! You can say no it won’t offend her.

-🎀Vaggie🎀-

-🎀 Much like Husk she won’t point it out or comment on it.

-🎀Will find out you draw her when she sees it when cleaning up and gets all blushy cause this is how you see her?

-🎀 Comes clean immediately about seeing your drawings and tells you how amazing they are.

-🎀 Shyly asks if she can pose for you next time, how could you say no to her?

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[clerc16]

✯ music? date? both ; charles leclerc

a/n: based on a tiktok i saw earlier, by teilhard_ :)

summary: she listens to music when getting ready. he loves it. she sends him a note - he asks her out.

warnings: none.

── ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

You were a major music lover.

Getting ready? Listen to music. Reading? Listen to music. Driving? Listen to music. Bored? You guessed it.

Everyone knew that about you - you were unbelievably passionate about music. Any type of music.

“Y/NNNN, can we hang out today? iʼm bored” said a text from your friend. Naturally, you agreed - why not? It was a Saturday night and you had no plans whatsoever.

Like always, you turned on your regular playlist, making sure the volume is suitable only for your ears to hear, not to disturb any of your neighbors. Unbeknownst to you, your next door neighbor could listen to every sound coming out of your speakers. He was a nice guy - you interacted a few times, little “hello”s and “how are you”s every time you would randomly bump into each other. Despite being famous worldwide, he was extremely humble.

He was also devilishly handsome. But you never actually admitted that.

As you swiftly moved around your apartment to grab little bits and bobs needed to get ready, occasionally humming or singing along with the music, Charles Leclerc was sitting in the apartment right next to yours, attempting to read.

If he was bothered by your music, he wouldn’t hesitate to tell you - but he wasnʼt. It gave his currently dull and dead apartment a lively feel to it. Plus, your music taste was unmatchable.

As you put on some final touches, you paused your music and turned off your speakers. You grabbed your purse, phone and keys and left your apartment, shutting your door with a soft thud.

It wasn’t the first time Charles heard your music - in fact, ever since he moved in, he’d be hearing various music genres at various times of the day. This almost seemed like his final straw; he wanted to get to know you more.

He didn’t know how to approach you - he didn’t have your number, your social media, not even an email. So he channeled his inner creativity and decided to talk to you in a special way.

The special way was by leaving you a note by your doorstep. Not very original, eh?

As you were out with your friend enjoying your night, Charles was tapping his pen on the desk trying to think of what to write. After a few long hours, Charles had written the perfect note and placed it by your doorstep, hoping to see a response in the morning.

You stumbled back into your apartment complex, trying not to make a noise. You werenʼt drunk, just tired, your body begging you to fall asleep. You paid little to no attention as to what you were stepping on as you approached your door, keys in hand. As you were about to walk in, something felt stiff underneath your shoes. Looking down, you saw a small cream envelope with your name written on it in fancy cursive writing.

You bent down to pick it up and walked inside your apartment, your eyes still on the envelope. What is this?

You sit down on your couch and carefully open the letter, not wanting to rip the envelope.

“Bonjour -

Je voulais juste dire que tu écoutes de la très bonne musique, jʼadore ça!

PS: écoute “This Charming Man” de The Smiths, tu devrais aimer...

- Charles (ton voisin, n°28)”

[ Hello -

I just wanted to say that you listen to really good music, I love it!

PS: listen to “This Charming Man” by The Smiths, you should like it...

- Charles (your neighbor, n°28) ]

You immediately smiled at the note, your heart bursting with pride. If someone compliments your music taste and recommends a song, they are immediately very dear to you.

You placed the note back into its envelope and got up to change and refresh. Youʼll make sure to write back - you just donʼt really know how.

The next day, the first thing Charles did when he got up was to check for a note. He didn’t find anything. Nothing.

He sighed and decided to get on with his day. He shouldnʼt have expected a lot, really. As he left his apartment, he checked for one last time - still, nothing.

Little did he know you were just writing his name on an envelope to place on his doorstep.

The day passed, both of you anxiously waiting for a reply from each other. When Charles finally came home and saw a pink envelope on his doorstep, he smiled so hard his cheeks must have been screaming. He grabbed the envelope and rushed inside, the smile never leaving his face.

“Bonjour!

Merci beaucoup! Cela signifie beaucoup. La chanson est incroyable, The Smiths ne déçoivent jamais.

PS: écoute de “Good Looking” de Suki Waterhouse :)

- Y/N”

[ Hello!

Thank you so much! It means a lot! The song is amazing, The Smiths never disappoint.

PS: listen to “Good Looking” by Suki Waterhouse :) ]

Charles immediately opens the song on his phone, listening to it. Your music taste never disappoints, either.

It was like that for a few days - notes filled with song suggestions being passed back and forth. Every time you played music, you made sure to turn it up just a notch so he can listen to it with you.

Eventually, phone numbers were exchanged too, so notes on doorsteps were replaced by texts. Despite all this, you two didn’t actually talk in real life - even though you were literally next door neighbors.

One day, you were doing your usual, listening to music while cooking dinner. Your doorbell rang, and you walked over to the door to see who it was. Funnily enough, no one was there - but a small envelope on the doorstep was. You were confused; you and Charles text now, so why another envelope?

You brought it inside and sat down, opening it swiftly. Your hands grasped at the paper and pulled it out, curiously reading.

“Bonjour!

I feel like itʼs appropriate to ask to see you in real life now. Talking to you has been lovely. What do you say, coming by my house tomorrow at 6PM for dinner?

☐ Oui

☐ Non

- One last letter from Charles :)”

You grinned from ear to ear as you grabbed a pen and ticket the oui box, placing the note back in its envelope and by his doorstep.

Hopefully he lets you play your music on that dinner.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #scuderia ferrari #charles leclerc x you #fanfics

[writerblue275]

How Heartsteel would react catching their S/O singing/dancing to “Paranoia” (to their part if applicable)

Inspiration: Me being a dancing/singing/lip syncing fool every time I listen to the damn song, especially while I’m cleaning my apartment.

Genre: Headcanon

Category: FLUFF

Gender: Gender Neutral Reader

TW: Swearing

^^(How did they get this GIF of me dancing?? 😂)

General things:

Setting the scene, let’s say it’s the first time they’re coming home after the song has released so they’re really getting your reaction to the finished song for the first time.

Ok let’s be clear, all of them would be so flattered and would love this.

Having a supportive partner means EVERYTHING TO THEM.

So even if I don’t put “it means a lot to them to catch you doing this, etc…etc…, it’s still implied.

Aphelios:

He’s had a long day in the studio working with Yone on the next album’s instrumentals after doing a debut music show, so he’s very ready to be home with you and to take it easy tonight.

Grins under his mask as he opens the door and hears “Paranoia” blasting on the Bluetooth speaker he got you for your birthday. He knows how much you love to jam to music!

Sneaks to wherever you are, not wanting to disrupt you and absolutely wanting to grab a photo he can send to Alune (after swearing her to secrecy [not that she would send the photo of you to anyone anyway! You and her are good friends too]).

Manages to get an excellent photo of you using the duster as a microphone, a smidge of dust on your cheek.

You’re so absorbed in your “performance” you don’t notice him at all.

Right after you mime the *ding ding ding* of the bell in Sett’s verse, your smart watch buzzes with a text message.

“I hate to disrupt your award-worthy performance, but what would you like for dinner? (Also you have a little dust on your cheek, cutie.)”

When you spin around and finally see him, he’s spinning his mask on his finger and giving you a sly grin, winking as you gasp in surprise and blush at being caught.

He grabs a tissue and gently wipes off your cheek before giving you a gentle kiss hello.

(I have a headcanon that he would primarily communicate to his partner using sign language)

*Signing* “I’m glad you enjoy our work, love!”

Seeing you love something he put so much effort and time into really brings him a LOT of pride and will continue to motivate him.

He helps you clean and asks you more about your thoughts on the song.

You were in the studio while he worked so you’ve heard parts of it, but you and him agreed that you shouldn’t hear the finished song until it released to the public. It was your suggestion actually. He was ready to let you listen to it early but you wanted to experience the full excitement of waiting for their debut just like everyone else.

Which he LOVED.

Ezreal:

This litTLE SHIT (said lovingly)!

Smug man #1

He will NEVER LET YOU FORGET THIS.

The SMIRK he has when he walks through the front door and hears the all-too-familiar intro to the song.

And when he hears you RAPPING along with Kayn’s part??

NO WAY is he missing this!!

He immediately makes his way to wherever you are and positions himself so he can see you without you seeing him.

Phone camera is at the ready.

Starts recording a video right before the pre-chorus begins and his part starts.

He can’t help but smile as you switch to lip syncing, clearly wanting to hear/focus on his voice.

You’ve told him many times how much you adore his singing voice.

(And he’ll never admit to anyone how much hearing you say that means to him but that’s a different story)

It takes every fiber of his being to not reveal himself while he’s recording.

He’s about two seconds from giggling.

Records through the end of the chorus before stopping the recording and immediately sending the video to the Heartsteel group chat with all the members and Alune. They all love you so he knows they’ll love seeing the video.

He puts his phone away and plans to sneak up on you. (Lmao sneak up? I mean flash.)

This man is an EXPERT at surprising you.

Flashes right behind you before the second pre-chorus starts and starts singing, bursting into laughter as you let out a surprised scream.

He gets a well deserved pillow to the face for that.

Later Yone texts you and tells you that he’s “glad you like the song enough to sing and dance to it throughout your daily tasks.”

And Aphelios hits you with the “:)”

And Ez gets another pillow to the face before bed.

Followed by a kiss because he is POUTING.

Kayn:

This SMUG motherfucker!! (Again, said lovingly!!!)

Smug man #2!!

Comes home to you cooking dinner for you and him, using the spatula as a mic.

Does THE shoulder lean against the door frame (y’all know what I mean, especially if you read romance novels) and just watches you with the biggest shit-eating smirk on his face.

That smirk only get bigger as the song ends and restarts and you don’t change it, telling him you’ve had their song on repeat for who knows how long!

If anything, you’re getting even more into it, starting to dance a little more now and adding some little ad libs while he raps.

Ex: “If you try to step to me, it’ll be the last time” You *in rhythm*: “FUCK YEAH”

He absolutely loves it.

Honestly you’re making him fall in love with you all over again.

Also gives him the idea to ask Alune if you can help make up the fan chants (although he’s sad because he knows they’ll have to be a bit more PG)

Can’t help himself as he lets out a chuckle, giving himself away in the process.

Holds his hands up peacefully as you spin around, ready to throw the spatula if needed.

“Sorry baby, I’m afraid you can’t use me for target practice.”

“God Damnit, Kayn, you know I scare easily! How long have you been home?”

“There’s a reason I stayed over here instead of startling you over there where there are a bunch more kitchen utensils you could have reacted with. And to answer your question, enough time for me to understand how much you seem to enjoy our song.”

You playfully, roll your eyes, shake your head, and smile as he comes over and wraps his arms around your waist, kissing you hello.

He’d definitely tell the guys what he saw, but he wouldn’t film or photograph you (this time 😉).

K’Sante:

I get such immaculate vibes from Heartsteel K’Sante.

Like I’m a BTS fan (woot woot ARMY) and I get very very similar energy/vibes from K’Sante and RM.

Like I do not know what it is, but I would trust K’Sante with holding/watching my drink at a club if I needed to run to the restroom. He has that sort of good energy.

I suppose it’s the…safe? energy??

Absolutely hilarious to use that word considering the batshit things they did in that movie studio.😂

But you know what I mean!

And being in a relationship with someone who has this sort of energy would be A++++.

(I know this is a bit of a tangent but I swear it’s relevant to the topic)

K’Sante’s part in “Paranoia” has that same sort of energy to it. (It’s so hard to explain what I meannnn)

And when he catches you singing and dancing along to his part, the bridge of the song, while you’re folding/putting away laundry, I think he’d watch you for a couple moments.

But only a couple.

He’d make his presence known a bit earlier

Because then I think he’d come join you! ☺️

He’d start singing with you and encourage you to keep singing with him.

He’d gently pull you a little closer to him.

And obviously the slower paced part of bridge doesn’t last forever, but even then I think he’d still dance with you once the song ramped up with you (hard to explain but think casual dancing with a partner at a club/bar).

It would be so FUN??? Such a fun sweet moment between the two of you.

He’d of course then help you fold the laundry.

“It’s only fair since I distracted you from it for a bit!”

You’d keep listening to music with him as you both get some chores done around the house.

Definitely making sure to take time for more dance breaks (duhhhh).

Sett:

(A/N: I love the entirety of “Paranoia” but something about Sett’s verse makes me absolutely FERAL!! THE LYRICS. THE VIBE. THE INSTRUMENTALS. PerFECTION! ØZI fucking nailed it.)

When I first started thinking about this, I thought that Sett would be smug guy #3.

Now I’m not quite so stuck to that idea.

Oh don’t get me wrong, he’d definitely hug you and tease you once you saw him watching you and blushed a deep red.

But they would mainly be half-hearted teases.

And internally? You know this man is melting about you and how lucky he is to have you as his partner and how much he loves you.

Sett clearly has such a soft side for the people he truly loves and cares about.

Have you seen how much he adores his Mama???

You are like the only other person who can really bring that soft side out of him.

And catching you already having the lyrics to his verse down 100% is something that would bring that out of him.

Speaking of his Mama…

Sett would absolutely take photos or videos of you.

But they’re only going to one person.

That’s right, to Mama.

We’re going to assume that his mother really likes you and you really like her. (You think this man is going to be with someone his mother doesn’t get along with? BFFR)

Though let me say I think she’d be very easy to get along with.

Like I definitely don’t think she’s the mother-in-law from hell I keep seeing stories about on TikTok.

But anyway, he just wants to show off his favorite person to his other favorite person (who also adores his favorite person).

And little do you and Sett know but that just inspired Mama to knit you a sweater that matches the beanie she made that he wore in the MV. As like a holiday present!

(I’m so sorry this one was admittedly a little self-indulgent but I think it’s so cute!)

Yone:

Oh this man.

Obviously everyone has worked extremely hard so that Heartsteel can debut. Everyone has had late nights and long days on little sleep.

But as Heartsteel’s main producer…

(Not to mention band mom!!)

Yone really had a record number of late nights at the studio.

Reworking a passage over and over and over….

And OVER

Until it’s right (or until Aphelios/Alune drag him out of the studio at 3am telling him to work on it tomorrow with fresh ears).

And he’d never tell you, but you know he’s felt really bad about all those late nights. All those nights he wasn’t with you.

Potential dates missed because of deadlines.

Not that you were angry with him or anything.

You love him and you know how much pressure he’s put on himself.

And the last thing you want to do is potentially add more pressure on him.

In fact, you and him made a routine the past couple months. Whenever he’d have to work on the weekends, you’d come over to his studio each night during the weekend and bring a movie/couple episodes of a show and takeout.

And he gladly lets you pull his attention away from work for other media and cuddles.

(I feel like in private Yone would be more cuddly than one might expect of a stoic man like him.)

But during these media breaks??

This tall man was like a damn koala the way he cuddled you (not that you were complaining).

So seeing you sing and dance to the song he produced…

Even though the production of this song meant you often went to bed alone….

Was so fucking cathartic for him.

It made him feel like every sacrifice was worth it. Just to see how happy you were to dance and sing to the song he put so much of himself into.

His expression would be so soft as he watched you.

And after you noticed him and gave him a smile, he’d come over and give you a hug, burying his face against your neck.

You are his MUSE, and don’t you forget it.

Ahh thank you for reading! This is my first bit of creative writing in over 5 years, so apologies if it’s not great!

Shout out to @coco6420 for telling me on my main account to not stop myself when I talked about being tempted to post headcanons for Arcane/Heartsteel. Well here we go. 😂

#heartsteel #heartsteel headcanons #headcanon #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel k'sante #heartsteel sett #heartsteel yone #league of legends #heartsteel x reader

[comradekatara]

notes on “the runaway”

the more i see people discuss how strangely sokka’s character is portrayed in “the runaway” the more i cannot help but feel that all my ad hoc rationalizations and justifications as to why he would contradict himself so greatly might actually be meaningless. why would he allow the gaang to endanger themselves for foolish reasons when he is the overly paranoid voice of caution in literally every other episode? why would he be so easily swayed by toph’s manipulative promise of buying him a fancy atlas when he’s literally holding her wanted poster? and most crucially, why would he say that he sees katara as his mother when no other episode in the show indicates that this is remotely the case?

this episode is great for katara and toph, whose hangups are compellingly explored here. i won’t get into the common misconceptions about katara being “motherly” or why they’re even at loggerheads to begin with, as i’ve discussed this at length in the past, but it’s actually undeniable that the assumption that katara is the de facto “mom friend” stems primarily from this episode, where toph all but outright accuses her of fancying herself their collective mother. however, katara becoming “the mother” of the group is very much a post-toph shift in her character, and you see her femininity being accentuated in contrast with toph’s deliberate lack of femininity also being linked to this sort of maternal role that she occasionally adopts, especially around toph. but i don’t actually think the issue is one of katara being a smothering, maternal figure towards toph, but rather a miscommunication regarding power, gender, class, and community vs independence. when katara and toph fight, it is for far more complex and nuanced reasons than the notion that katara is simply too overbearing. if anything, it’s the way in which she is overbearing that irks toph, just as toph’s rudeness is not the central issue, but rather that toph’s values (those of total independence and freedom) are misinterpreted as malice by katara (who values community and collaboration), and vice versa.

something very crucial to understand about this episode is that katara is not actually mad that toph endangered their group by pulling fun scams. katara has endangered their group countless times in the past to satisfy her own impulsive desires (and yes, she wants justice, but toph similarly rationalizes her scams through the lens of achieving moral vindication). katara would be all over toph’s scammery, would come up with scams of her own, would be having more fun than anyone—had she been included from the start. which is exactly the point. it is her exclusion that foments her critique, not the subject of their act itself (and the reason that you could not replace katara with sokka in this scenario is simply because toph would never exclude sokka in the first place). but katara would never admit that she is hurt by toph’s exclusion aloud, because katara is an extremely proud person. and a prideful, wounded fourteen year old is not going to thoughtfully use “i statements” as if in a group therapy session with the equally prideful twelve year old who deliberately excluded her; no, she is going to lash out. (lest we forget that in their first real episode establishing their group dynamic, katara literally mocks toph’s blindness. hardly an okay thing to do, in my opinion!) their conflict stems from their differences, but also from their similarities. they are both proud, angry, powerful, stubborn, and must assert their dominance at all times. it’s clear they both want to be friends with each other, and at times they are, but it is really only in this episode where they are able to cross a threshold that allows them to be truly honest about more meaningful insecurities than simply their looks (although i do of course find their exchange in “tales” beautiful as well). and you know who is instrumental (albeit reluctant to interfere) in facilitating that growth? sokka.

i’ve gone more in depth in the past analyzing why sokka’s speech in this episode regarding his mother and katara isn’t exactly as it sounds. i personally interpret his admission, that katara has always been there for him and that her face is all he sees when he tries to picture his mother, as an illustration of his codependent attachment to her, as she is the very locus of his identity. this interpretation is compounded by the fact that when kya’s face is finally revealed later in the season, she does bear an uncanny resemblance to sokka, which to me signifies the way in which sokka sublimates his own face for katara’s—which is also deeply unhealthy, but in a different way than an older brother parentifying his younger sister would be.

the fact is that there is simply no indication throughout the entire show (including this episode) that sokka views or treats katara as a parent. there are of course moments wherein she supports him emotionally or materially, but most of the time she is in fact teasing, tormenting, undermining, yelling at, or otherwise making life harder for him, at which point he is far more likely to act as her guardian figure and admonish her while simultaneously helping her get out of whatever mess she’s caused. and considering that sokka’s defining moment is when hakoda stakes his identity to protecting his (ontologically special) sister (which, as we know, as the bearer of kya’s face, in fact means dying for her), this dynamic makes far more sense than the other way around. i know that people commonly portray katara as the voice of reason who cleans up sokka’s messes, but besides a couple examples, it’s consistently the other way around. yes, it’s very easy to assume that sokka’s speech indicates that he sees katara as his replacement mother, but we cannot take this speech at face value if we are also to take the rest of the text into account, which we must.

but then there’s also the other glaring question that must be taken into account: why would sokka even allow all this? considering the first thing toph bartered was the sword he has painstakingly crafted just an episode prior, why didn’t sokka just pull the plug then and there? it really doesn’t make sense that sokka wouldn’t take katara’s side just for practical, logistical reasons. even if she doesn’t really care about the own point she’s making (as demonstrated by the fact that the scam she devises literally lands her in jail), sokka would see the logic in it. but... he does. he is the one to first discover the wanted poster, and he immediately points out to toph that their scams are drawing undue attention to her, and that they should put an end to it now that's it's putting them at risk. and yet, toph successfully bribes him, and so he continues to participate. why? what about the prospect of having money is so appealing to sokka that he’s willing to risk his precious rationality and caution for the potential of acquiring more of it? well, it’s actually quite simple.

toph is scamming for the thrill of the game. she loves proving the kind of men who undermined and demeaned her all her life wrong. she loves humiliating the people of the world who had once humiliated her. she’s not someone who values earthly possessions or really even understands that money is a finite resource. to her, these scams are a matter of ego. aang is also scamming for the thrill of the game. he loves a prank, a bit of mischief, getting into some tomfoolery. he loves spending time pulling hijinks with his friends. it’s funny, it’s fun, and it’s lucrative on top of that. but it’s clear that he views it as a game. now, sokka similarly enjoys pulling these scams. he adores toph and clearly finds it nearly as satisfying as she does to watch her destroy the egos of men thrice her size. but even more potent than his adoration for toph, is his appreciation for money.

when katara put them all in danger countless times in the past, it may have been to enact righteous justice, but it was never materially beneficial to sokka. sokka is a very practical person, and growing up in a state of colonial abjection taking on the role of provider for a couple dozen people mostly comprised of elderly women and small children makes you appreciate the value of goods and resources in a way that an aristocrat and a monk do not. you may be asking, "are you really arguing that sokka would undermine his own values and endanger himself and his friends so readily for the prospect of financial security?" to which i would argue that you underestimate how truly cynical sokka is. of course he loves money and food he doesn’t have to catch or forage – see: his appreciation for the immediate luxury of ba sing se that everyone else finds so stifling. he is not spiritual; he is attached to earthly possessions and the immediate physical needs of those around him. so of course he loves a material object. in his own words: “i do believe in the power of stuff.” because even when sokka is supposedly being uncharacteristically foolish or naive, he is in fact nonetheless promoting the cynic’s agenda every step of the way.

“the runaway” is a good episode, perhaps even a great one. however, it has also lent to some of the fundamental misinterpretations i see of katara, sokka, and toph that are constantly thrown around (including the occasional citing of this episode to justify that aang apparently “sees katara as his mother”). so in some ways, i do resent this episode for begetting those strange and incorrect takes, even if i think that in a vacuum, it is well-executed. it is an episode that complicates our characters, adds nuances and shades of grey to their pre-established characterizations, but does not actually rewrite them. sure, if this was the only episode of the show i had ever seen, i too might assume that katara was the maternal and responsible figure of the group, toph was a careless and rude little bitch, and aang and sokka were idiots who relied solely on katara’s infinite well of long-suffering guidance. but even within this episode, that is clearly not established to be the case, and if that notion is not sufficiently undermined by the episode’s conclusion, it is quite clearly by the episodes bracketing it, which provide crucial context through which to inform our understandings of the choices made in this episode, and why they are indeed interesting, but nonetheless do not reflect the characterizations established in the series as a whole.

#id in alt text #analysis #katara #toph #sokka #aang #katara&toph #katara&sokka #this episode is sooo #well. i like it #but the things it has done to how this fandom reads the gaang dynamic #is just. goddawful #so here are my 2 cents on why it IS in fact in character #but simply. no one is reading is correctly #feel free to disagree tho you can just straight up think its a bad episode thats okay too #i love katara and toph fighting in the mud sm tho #how could you ever hate that. i ask of you. how

[fiendishfables]

hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･ ｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

#adam #hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #adam x reader #hazbin hotel x you #xreader #adam x you #hazbin hotel adam x reader #hazbin adam x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #lute x reader #hazbin hotel adam #adam hazbin #adam hazbin hotel #adam x lute #lute #platonic #single dad tings #lute is totally an amazing mom #babysitter #y/n is so devious ooga #hell is forever #angels #Heaven #Hell #parental guidance #I love Adam with all my being piss off #headcanon #headcanons #x reader

[futbol16]

I protect • Alexia Putellas

Request: “Reader x Alexia with reader being a bit younger maybe also a tad bit younger than Alba. But reader is really protective especially when they are out and get swarmed by fans and press. R protects Alba and makes sure that nothing bad happens. Alexia is super glad that her girl is such a gentlewomen.”

Word count: 1,7k

You met Alexia a few seasons ago when you joined one of the biggest football clubs in Spain and although you got along very well, the captain never took the risk of starting something with you. It took you both quite a while, a whole two years to finally admit your attraction towards each other and even after that you needed a bit of convincing to make a move. Alba still prides herself about getting the two of you together, if that was the right way to put it.

 The younger Putellas and yourself were great friends and the brunette had been pushing both you and her sister to confess to each other. You didn’t believe that someone like Alexia would like you. In your words, ‘Alexia was a woman and you still felt like a little girl’. Alexia on the other hand didn’t want to distract you from football, your career was just taking off when you joined Barca and she thought she would somehow ruin that for you. 

It wasn’t until you were invited over for dinner that her sister locked you into her room and wouldn’t let either of you out until you’d come clean. How cliché.

But you truly could only thank Alba, she loved to remind you.

With you being younger than both Putellas, you often got the little sister treatment from Alba and motherly love from Eli. You loved it and they loved you, however, that also meant you wouldn’t miss out on Alba’s teasing. The girl loved to bring up the fact that Alexia was a ‘granny’ compared to you, even going as far as making a joke about her sister being your sugar mommy. She got a good smack on the back of her head for that, courtesy of your girlfriend. 

Now, being one of the greatest footballers at Barca meant a lot of pressure, tight schedules and being consumed by training sessions. Which also meant that you sometimes needed a day away from football to calm your racing mind. That’s when you would have a ‘girls day out’ with Alba or a date with your one and only.

It’s also how you found yourself walking into one of your favorite restaurants with the younger Putellas dragging you by the arm behind her. 

You spent the whole day with her, Alba lecturing on how to dress because according to her most of the time you looked like you were ready to hop on a treadmill at any second and run a marathon. 

The two of you had a blast together and you even managed to persuade the girl to help you in choosing what new football boots to get, something she just had to roll her eyes at before eventually handing you a different pair. She did have good taste though, you had to admit. 

Throughout dinner the pair of you didn’t hold back your laughter as you reminisced about the past, Alba once again mentioning your ‘sugar mommy’. Another smack to her arm but this time you did it with your own giggle, Alba satisfied as she full belly laughs. You really did always have a good time with her, especially being so close in age.

The restaurant the two of you decided to have dinner at wasn’t overly fancy but it did have a brighter look to it that made it less casual. Perhaps, as someone rather well known you should have realized that people might recognize you. 

By the time the two of you pay and exit the restaurant the sky is already darkening but the first thing you’re hit with is not the chill air but rather the screams of people. Fans of the club instantly surround you, many with Barca shirts in their hands waiting for you to sign them, others wanting a picture with you. You look back at Alba, uncertain.

“Go Y/N/N, I know you love your fans” she assures you that you wouldn’t be abandoning her and with a final nod from the brunette you greet the fans. Alba stays close though like you had requested her to, with the crowd that had showed up you didn’t want her to get lost somehow. 

The wide smile remains on your face as you sign shirts and interact with them. As more people start showing up you realize you might as well stay there the whole night and you reach behind you for Alba.

“Albs, stay close” you tell her as she steps closer behind you, your protectiveness shining through. “Only a few more minutes and then we’ll go, okay?”

“Sí, claro” she nods as you turn back to the young siblings reaching for you.

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“BUENOS NOCHES!”

“Y/N? POR FAVOR”

Their shouts are coming from each and every direction when you suddenly feel a pull on the back of your shirt. You look back at Alba only to see her get shoved around as fans want to get closer to you and you immediately hand back the shirt that’s been pushed into your hands.

“Ay, ay!” you warn as you straighten up, nudging a man away from you with a strict look as you start towards where Alba stands helplessly.

“cálmate, cuidado” you scold the ones around her and you pull the girl into your side as you check her over.

“Everything’s fine, I’m fine” she rushes out and you look into her eyes as you recognize the panic in them, her own hand gripping your arm. 

“Well, you can never be too sure” you slowly nod at her, moving your hand up and down on her back in a comforting manner. Your soft eyes harden as you look back at the fans who are still demanding your attention and as politely as you can you tell them that you’ve gotta go. “Gracias culés, que tengas una buena noche” 

This time you make sure to keep your eyes on Alba to make sure she wouldn’t get pushed away from you and you lead her to walk in front of you as you squeeze through the crowd.

You sit in the car with a heavy sigh, rubbing at your face. 

“Are you okay?” your eyes shimmer in worry as you observe Alba again, the brunette nodding as she clears her throat. 

“You know, moments like this make me question if you’re actually the younger one” she grins at you as the two of you break out in laughter, her words easing the tension in your bodies as you start the car.

“Shut up” you playfully roll your eyes as you pull out of the parking lot, careful to not hit any fans.

Once you arrive back to your apartment Alexia is already waiting, impatiently pacing the length of the living room. Her distressed state is interrupted by her sister’s laughter as the two of you enter, the keys jingling in your hands as you lock the door. Alexia rushes to the two of you, her one hand cradling her sister's face as she looks her over, eventually reaching out to you and pulling you closer as she repeats her actions. 

You share a strange look with Alba as the two of you stand in Alexia’s embrace.

“Dios mío, I’m so glad you guys aren’t hurt” the older Putellas breathes out, pressing a kiss to your lips before moving to her sister’s cheek.

“Ay! Ale, calma” Alba untangles herself from her arms and Alexia stares after her sister before shrugging and kissing you again.

“What’s going on mi amor?” your concerned tone brings Alexia back to why she had been so worried and she nudges the both of you towards the sofa.

“The TV” she simply says and as you and her sister give her a confused look, she decides to elaborate. 

“I saw you guys outside the restaurant and all the people there. I know you love the fans, amor, but sometimes you can say no to them.” she explains, reaching for the remote and turning the television to the right channel.

“Did you watch all of it?” your question earns you a crease in her forehead.

“Or just the first bit?” Alba finishes with another question as she points back to the screen where Alexia gets to witness her sister getting shoved until you intervene and ‘save the day’, as one of the fans say later. Your girlfriend’s eyes shine with pride and love for you as she watches you protect and defend her younger sister. 

“See? Y/N had the situation under control” Alba shrugs as she makes herself more comfortable on the couch. You chuckle at her words as Alexia turns to you. 

“Albs there’s some left over ice cream in the fridge” her eyes stay on you as her sister cheers and dashes out of the living room, an obvious cue to get rid of her but she’s too happy about the ice cream to care.

“Estás bien mi amor?” you question as you reach for her hands when she steps closer, the brunette placing herself on your lap. 

“Te amo mucho mi amor, so so much” she exhales lowly, her eyes also conveying just how much she loves you as she leans her forehead on you.

“Thank you for protecting Alba, I love how much you care for her too” she tells you sincerely, capturing your lips before you get to say something. Her thumbs gently rub your cheeks as she leans more into you, only interrupted when you pull away for air.

“I protect the people I love” you state and she nods intently as your lips split into a smile. “And I really really love you too Alexia” she giggles sweetly as she presses herself more into you, yourself pressing a kiss to her neck as your bodies soak in the love before a squeak from the kitchen makes your ears perk up.

“Okay now quit the lovey dovey shit and come eat ice cream with me!”

#alexia putellas imagine #futbol16 #woso imagine

[radvelvetcakez]

Hazbin Swap AU (PT2 ig???)

ok i need to share my ideas right now. Chaggie is real. Chaggie will always be real. - During an extermination, Charlie got injured attempting to protect a sinner, only being spared when the exorcist clocked her as the princess - Vaggie, an exorcist, found her hiding and caring for her wounds, she didn't recognise her as the literal princess, but she couldnt help but feel guilty and chose to help her. She was never caught by the other angels, meaning she was blessed enough to keep her eye and wings!!!! She stayed in hell tho cause love at first sight and lalallala yeah. Sapphics guys !!!! Husk, Niffty, & Angel take the place of the Vee's - they're that overlord trio. They're probably a bit more.. Merciful (except for Niffty she's deranged) but yk. Still inherently bad people n stuff Vox is the first hotel resident - except he & Alastor still have beef. He only showed up so he could do the exact opposite of proving the hotel to work as a big fuck you. Alastor does NOT want him there but he's their only guest so he kind of has to just accept it - he acts all friendly because he knows it pisses Vox off OVERLORD VAGGIE !!!! Charlie & Vaggie basically co-own souls - when Charlie says they share EVERYTHING she means EVERYTHING. Charlie already owned a lot of souls before meeting Vaggie, because, you know, she actually better embodies the whole "princess of hell" in this, and when they got together she was IMMEDIATELY LIKE "Vaggie I have a GENIUS idea. Since we're like girlfriends and stuff we should totes share like EVERYTHING so do you want to like - co-own all the souls I have?" And so Vaggie rose to power fairly quickly. Dating the princess of hell does wonders man Obviously. Alastor is the one starting the hotel, and Rosie is like. His Vaggie basically, she's there for moral support. - Also, unlike canon.. Rosie would be the one who doesn't know who Charlie is (where Angel didn't know about Alastor) Alastor: "Rosie! The... Princess of Hell is at the dooor..." Rosie: "Who?" Vox: "WHAT?" Charlie shows up cause her dad sends her a call about having to go see heaven in a weeks time and she REALLLYYY doesn't wanna go because ouhhh last time she talked to Adam he was an ASSHOLE and she would rather kill herself than talk to him again - so when she finds out about the hotel her immediate reaction is to head there and see if they'd rather take on the burden of seeing heaven. Cause you know, surely they'd love to get heaven behind their whole redemption shit, right???? They arent. Alastor is not at all interested in talking to heaven but Charlie really isn't having it and girl is BEGGING him to just take the offer because she PROMISES they'll be on it - the few silent threats she added are nobodies business chat.. Adam lowkey fucks w the idea of sinners being redeemed but he's also just too stubborn and prideful to agree and hes also mad he didn't come up w it first so he tells Al to FUCK OFF bc his idea is so stupid :// (Its genius and he refuses to admit it.) I need to include all the Vee's for the sake of my mental health so. - Valentino works for Angel Dust (wow. shocker so original /s) & when the little group finds out that THE princess of hell is helping some nobody overlord like Alastor they are just ??? and sent Val in to see what the FUCK is wrong with the girl. And what theyre getting up to - Charlie drags Velvette & Pentious in by the hair to work at the hotel - She met Pentious when he was in a bad situation and offered to help him in exchange for his soul - despite this, she didn't really use her ownership of his soul to her advantage and they became friends :3 He's happy to help - Velvette sold her soul to Vaggie for protection from the princess's very own guardian angel because she kept getting into shit with overlords and needed to save her ass. & again, Chaggie co-own souls

#hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel velvette #the vees #hazbin hotel vox #husk hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rosie #niffty hazbin hotel #sir pentious hazbin hotel #role swap au #hazbin swap au #au #hazbin hotel au

[kannra21]

Pros of moving to Mephisto's mansion (let's say that he let you to suck-up to Diavolo lol, you're still a foolish human tho):

He's rich. The mansion is fucking huge!

It's just him and his little brother- so LOTS of privacy.

No family drama in the house. It's peaceful.

No stressing ab food bc no Beel. The fridge is always full.

New stress unlocked- he wants to eat something you don't want to (you want to eat simple bacon and eggs, he wants to eat Les cuisses de Grenouille wtf?? he thinks you're eating peasant food), so breakfast choice is always uncertain...

You bicker over stupid stuff like TV programs and et cetera. He's crossing his arms and hmphs in attitude. He's so annoying.

Cooking duties? Probably non-existent bc he has lesser demons to take care of it (though it would be kinda hot seeing Mepho in an apron tbh... what's wrong with you? you're thirsting for an idiot sandwich).

His bro is an angel tho, you love him. He called you "mom" by accident and you blushed, but it made Mepho feel some type of way. The thought of playing house, it's just too cute.

At first you hate him, but then you realize he's cranky and gloomy not bc of you, but bc of the back pain from sitting in his goddamn office all day and stressing himself out. If you offer him a back massage, he will change his opinion on you very quickly. In fact, he actually starts liking you more.

The longer you live with them, the more you learn about their everyday life and routine. Him and his bro have a habit of roasting marshmallows by the fire at night, Mephisto plays guitar or tells him stories. Sometimes they play fight and you warn him to go easy on his sibling. Mepho shows you canines and tells you what they're doing is perfectly natural bc it's important for a demon child's growth. He supports him in any kind of rough play. That's the way he was raised too. "Even a horse is choosing a strong, dominant owner he can depend on." You realize purebred demons are wilder than fallen angels. Fallen angels will never be real demons, in his theory. He's also prejudiced against humans bc of the whole power dynamic with pacts. But you're nice, so he doesn't mind you.

If you like Diavolo, congrats, you'll spend as much time with him as you want. Bc they're friends and he'll drag you everywhere with him.

Will spoil you rotten, but only if you behave... he's not so bad.

Will walk around the mansion shirtless just to mess with you. Bro doesn't understand why MC is so flustered for no reason. You tell him it's just a common cold, you go make some tea.

You prank him to take your revenge, like touching his bare neck with your ice-cold hands. You realize that he has a cute lady-like scream and you can't stop laughing. He gets grumpy and traps you in a big, tight hug to annoy you. You don't mind being held by him. Your confession made him melt.

One day you're lying in bed together, tangled in each other's limbs, talking. He says he loves you and that no rare version of Demonus could ever replace that feeling. If you ever decide to be with someone else, he'll understand, bc he behaved very badly towards you. He doesn't expect you to accept his apology bc he doesn't want your pity. He's a man, he's prideful, he has an image to maintain. But you're not pitying him. Being able to admit one's mistakes is an admirable trait. That's why you decide to give it a chance.

He wakes up and smells blood. He's panicking and asks you if you're OK, but you tell him you're on your period and that your stomach is hurting. The dude was almost in tears, shame on you. Goes to the pad's aisle and asks you what pussy size you wear. Now don't underestimate him, he's a very educated man. However, he grew up in a man's household and his mother never rly talked ab it, so it went over his head. Woman near him is holding her sides and laughing. He doesn't mind her, he thinks she's drunk or something. Buys everything from sanitary products, to painkillers, to chocolates. "Baby I'm coming home, just hang on for a bit!" He's afraid you're in danger of serious bloodloss. You facepalm. At least he's funny.

Before visiting his horses, he lectured you for the millionth time and gave you a long list of precautions, bc he doesn't want anything to happen to you or his horses. Yes, he's annoying, but that's bc he cares too much. He's not leaving any room for mistakes. These horses are huge and trust him when he tells you that they can hurt you. Long story short, they accepted you right away.

He gets overprotective of you when you talk with the brothers at RAD. Mammon won't take it well. He'll initiate a fight and Mepho won't hold back, so you have to interfere to stop the whole ruckus. And ofc they're annoyed bc "Why's he acting weird? He used to hate MC." He doesn't care about their confused looks, he cares that you arrive to your classes on time and that they don't pose a distraction to you. You assure him that they're your beloved boys you used to live with at HOL and that you have some catching up to do. He respects your decision and leaves you alone, bc he trusts you.

Although he loves private time with you, pls don't visit him too often in his office. He wants you to concentrate on your education and he wants you to pass those tests. It's not a problem, he'll spend his time with you at home.

He has a need to mark your neck or whatever part of your body that's visible to the outside world. It's primal, it's something that demons like to do. You don't want painful bruises all over your body so you suggest a pact as your best solution. He agrees, that's how you bonded to each other.

You enjoy Seductive speechcraft a little too much these days. You're taking it outside the classroom and people are either happy or upset about it. It's not your fault that your man radiates with such confidence and charisma.

He likes holding hands with you in public or even kissing, he hopes Lucifer is seeing it and secretly dying inside

You love and hate Mephisto. He's straightforward, bold and daring. Which can be rude and flattering at the same time. He wants you, and he wants others to know that they can't have you.

He wants to take you out to a nice restaurant so he suggests you put on your best outfit for the night. He even dressed his bro and gave him a cute little bow tie. It was the most adorable sight, you needed to take pictures. However, when Mephisto came out of the corner dressed in a three-piece suit which consists of a maroon blazer, black dress pants and a waistcoat of similar color that is paired with white dress shirt underneath, embedded with a golden tie bar clipped onto his black tie, it left you speechless. He stared at you too, you chose a nice black dress that flattered your figure and looked very elegant on you. You couldn't rly flirt since the kid was there so you just complimented each other. On your walk towards your location, Mephisto held his brother's hand or sometimes allowed him to sit on his shoulders (he's doting on him too much). They talked and laughed about random stuff and your eyes softened. You knew that he has a soft spot for kids, he looked like he could make for a good daddy someday. Your embarrassing thoughts got interrupted by him offering his hand to you, which you gladly took.

There are days where you play with his bro and spoil him more often than not. He's your son now. OK, Luke will always remain your no.1 son, but he has the honors of being your no.2 if that makes any sense. Mephisto is jealous of his own brother lol. You suggest your two sons meet and play together, but Mephisto is still sceptical of the angels. He doesn't trust them easily. You assure him that he has lots of things to learn from Luke and that he'd be a positive influence on him. He trusts you, as always.

People notice he's less cranky than he used to be. And all because of you. You're still bickering over stupid stuff tho. He'll kiss you to make up for it.

#om #obey me #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date? #om mephisto #om mephistopheles #mephisto x you #mephisto x mc #mephisto x reader

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love ring | pjm drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; it's time to fight for love

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boxer!jimin x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, a little bit of angst, boxer au, friends with benefits au

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language, purple haired!jimin (yes this needs a warning), slight dirty talk, oral sex (f.), biting kink, breast play, praising kink, mentions of degrading kink, unprotected sex, mirror sex, public sex, multiple orgasms, jealous!jimin

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.4k+

a/n: commissioned 

“Dude, just go talk to her.”

Jimin has never found his friend more annoying than in this very moment. What he thought was a subtle glaring your way turned out to be not so subtle after all, since his friend has obviously noticed it. In times like this, he regrets sharing some parts of his life with him. He obviously doesn't know everything, but he's also not stupid not to see something has happened between Jimin and you. 

The distance and ignorance is big enough of a clue and actually, Jimin can't be mad at him for noticing it.

But it's the least of his worries now, especially if he sees you standing next to him. Chatting like you've got no worries, still hanging around when you know Jimin is going to be here today. It's a little selfish and he realizes that. You used to hang out around here because of your friends. One of them actually dated Jungkook, one of his boxing partners until their relationship didn't last too long. That's how the two of you met and eventually, started something that people call friends with benefits these days.

Friends, Jimin wants to laugh bitterly at the irritating word. Yes, you were friends but things got more complicated. Just like in all those movies and books people watch and read, someone is always there to warn one of them of the obvious. But with Jimin's lifestyle and the lack of time for a relationship, he thought the relationship the two of you had was just ideal. 

And he hates to admit how badly you've gotten inside of his head. 

“You keep glaring at her and Taehyun across the whole room.” Minseok rolls his eyes and Jimin catches just the right timing, glaring at his friend instead. 

Jimin wants to argue. To tell him that Taehyun has been waiting for any chance to get you to talk to him. The kid is obviously interested in you and there were times when you would just laugh him off. Tell him that Taehyun is just a sweet guy who's nice. Sweet guy my ass, he thinks. You're just fucking clueless when it comes to this stuff obviously.

“Mind your own business.” Jimin clicks his tongue, motioning for Minseok to finish wrapping his hands so he can blow some steam off. But with your presence here, he's not sure if he can even focus.

He hates to admit how he fights back the urge to glance your way again. Are you even aware of it? His pride wants to completely ignore you, shut your presence off and act as if you're not here. But there's something stronger and he finds himself hoping to make things right with you. However the last time you spoke, the argument was pretty bad and a small part of him dies in a hope to properly talk to you. 

Both of you have said some nasty things to each other. One of them led to just completely ignoring each other off. None of you reached out to the other. 

“I don't know why you don't tell her you like her.” Minseok rolls his eyes again, causing Jimin's head to snap in his direction as his eyes widen for a moment before they narrow.

He snatches his wrapped hand away from him, massaging his knuckles as he takes the boxer gloves and throws a nasty glare across his shoulder. 

“What do you know about that?” He tries to snicker, quickly averting his gaze away.

Jimin has never been a person to share private things with others, well there might be one person. But she's currently unavailable apparently. So he feels a little embarrassed that Minseok, who doesn't know too many details but enough to not get lost, sees right through him. It has something to do with pride as well. He doesn't let people get too close – not even his friends. Except for one person.

“Come on, it's obvious!” Minseok exclaims a little too loud, catching some prying eyes.

“Keep your voice down.” Jimin warns him through clenched teeth. 

“You're gonna lose her if you don't tell her. What exactly is your plan? To keep fucking her? We both know that's not enough.”

One of the common stereotypes people have about boxers is that every one of them has to have anger issues. Or either can't control themselves or love to fight. But boxing is more than that. You know all about it because you often had deep conversations with him about this specific topic. You could always tell how much boxing means to Jimin. 

He doesn't have anger issues, though it's a great way to get some steam off or distract himself whenever it's needed. But god help him, he tries really bad to not strike at Minseok. His hands clench in the boxing gloves. 

“Fuck off.” he says simply and sternly, ending the conversation here as he gets into the ring.

“Jimin-ah!” 

Jimin turns and is met with a familiar wide and bunny smile. 

“Gonna do some sparring with me?” he asks, already getting into the ring with his boxing gloves. “Everyone's too afraid.” 

Jimin lifts the corner of his lips, “Luckily for you, I'm not afraid of you at all.”

“Yeah? You should be,” Jungkook says teasingly, both of them getting into the right position. “Bring it on, Park.”

“Oh, I will.” he promises.

Zoning out everything around him, he focuses on Jungkook's movements and skills. He will deal with you later.

You knew coming here won't be a good idea. You knew he's going to be here and you will suffer, seeing him again but this time in the distance. Not wanting to admit it to anyone else, you miss him. Fuck, you fucking miss him. 

It feels weird to be back here, not having him around or seeing his teasing smile and wink he would always send your direction. You miss watching him training or doing actual fights. You miss being his number one fan and feel proud every time he's finished, and you're the first person he searches for.

Oh fuck, you feel like crying and you've barely been here for an hour. The moment your eyes spotted his beautiful purple-pinkish hair, you wanted to run into his arms. To smell his incredible scent again. To kiss those big lips of his.

With his current hair color, he's like a big sign you just can't ignore. What was a bet he lost to some of his friends turned out to make him distinctive. But you love it. As much as you loved his black hair, he looks mesmerizing in the soft bright color and he definitely pulled it off. You love it. 

And you wonder if you're ever going to see him again and his hair will be a different color. Not that you would mind. He looks amazing in any color you've seen him in so far. You just want to be a part of it. Be there and ask him what made him change it. It sounds pathetic. But your heart is yearning for him, and you're not sure if that's easy or even possible. 

Taehyun has been making you company ever since you arrived, your friends abandoning you shortly after they saw you talking to him to admire shirtless men. You can't blame them. The room full of testosterone is like a spell to some women. Seeing them flashing off their muscles and abs while playing one of the hottest sports – in conclusion, it's hot and you're not mad at them. But your eyes are reserved for one person only – and he's been ignoring you. He surely knows about your presence.

“I can't help but notice,” Taehyun starts carefully, eyeing you sideways as you try to block out Jimin's laugh. 

He's currently sparring with Jungkook. That much you noticed while trying to steal a glance. You have no idea why you keep torturing yourself like this. You should've stayed home. Your friends wanted you to come anyways and your stupid self missed Jimin that you didn't need any convincing. Actually, you're sure one of your friends told you it's okay if you don't want to go. But you being stubborn and too desperate to at least see him, declined her offer of going elsewhere. 

“Are you and Jimin okay?” 

As much as you and Jimin tried to be private about the thing you had going on, you weren't exactly secretive with the extra affection. You and Jimin have been friends. Always talked and messed around. But surely people noticed you had something going on. Or maybe it was your chemistry, as some of Jimin's and your friends have pointed out. You didn't care back then. 

All you could focus on was you and him. 

But now, you wish nobody would know. You've noticed the glances some of the men gave you – mostly the ones who are aware of your and Jimin's closeness. Though they don't know any details, they're not stupid to not know there's something intimate going on between you and one of their best fighters. 

“Why would you ask me that?” you ask, eyes widened as you meet Taehyun's shocked expression that soon turns to be apologetic. 

“I'm sorry,” he blurts out an apology immediately. “I just noticed you guys didn't even look at each other which is very rare and you, um well, you seem sad. Fuck, sorry. It's none of my business. I'm just worried about you.”

“I'm fine.” you answer curtly.

Taehyun is a sweet guy. He really is and has always been super friendly. He doesn't want to get into your pants like Jimin always initiates. Taehyun is one of the youngest fighters here and Jimin is like an idol to him. He admires him and aspires to be a great fighter like Jimin is. You know this because he told you.

Taehyun could be considered as your friend. He would often make you company whenever Jimin was training or was too busy. Which you completely understood – Jimin being busy – you just wanted to watch him and obviously, his attention can't be fully on you at all times. Jimin boxing has been the reason why you met him. It's also been a huge part of your… relationship and friendship.

“Sorry.” Taehyun offers softly, regret fully laced in his tone as you can't help but glance in the ring's direction where you know Jimin is. 

You find him and Jungkook stopping, taking a short break to drink some water. 

One of the girls that hangs around and usually helps with little stuff, hands Jimin his bottle. It's a simple act and in a way, you understand her little too long stare at Jimin's face and abs. But something in you cracks and you find yourself to be even more irritated and angrier, especially when he looks at her down from the ring and shoots her a grin. You watch the scene unfolding right in front of your eyes and your teeth clench. And then she steps into the ring, staying behind the ropes though as she has the audacity to tap his forehead with a white towel. 

“Oh, shit.”

Taehyun's silent reaction doesn't help. For a second you're mad, ready to leave this place and then the next, something snaps inside you and you share a look with Taehyun. Though his face starts to get blurry and once more, he curses under his breath. 

Before you know it, you're enveloped in a big hug. It feels comforting and you find yourself not moving. From a distance, nobody can tell you started crying. Your tears fell down but no more comes. It looks like you're just casually hugging and no one really shoots a glance your way. As far as you can tell anyway. 

In the distance, you hear Jungkook call out Jimin's name and it causes you to pull away from Taehyun's warm and comforting hug.

Jimin's glare isn't hard to notice and it makes your stomach drop. He has never looked so cold at you. It makes it painful to swallow and you gulp. But the glare barely lasts a second as he slips under the ropes, taking off his gloves in a heated manner before he tosses them on the ground. Your jaw is ready to fall to the floor as he stomps toward you, hands still in the hand wraps. 

“Shit, is he about to beat me up?” Taehyun asks hurriedly, almost shitting his pants. You can't blame him, Jimin looks scary as fuck – among other things you wish not to reveal.

You're too shocked to react, until you realize he's just a few steps away from you so you meet him halfway. 

He's not even looking at you, glaring at Taehyun from across your figure where he is standing, watching Jimin with wide eyes. If it weren't for your hands on his sweaty and exposed chest, you're sure nothing would stop him.

His skin is hot, something it always is but this time he's burning up from the activity he just did. You get distracted for a second and you have to remind yourself, touching him after your argument is not your priority right now. It does feel bittersweet though. 

Jimin's gaze finally drops on your hands before they look straight into your eyes. His eyes soften and he searches your face, as if he's looking for any change. But you're not different. Maybe sleep deprived but nothing your concealer and make-up can't cover up. You tried your best to look good – not for him but for you as well.

And Jimin wants to curse you out for wearing the sweet summer dress. The piece of cloth looks so innocent but you look absolutely stunning. Your breasts almost spill out of the tight and low cut. The outfit is not supposed to be hot or provocative, yet you look like a goddess and Jimin knows most of the guys must've sneaked a glance or two your way. 

Meanwhile he's not possessive at all, he tends to get a little jealous. But back then he didn't mind it much because you were his. Everybody knew that. 

Were you though? 

“What are you doing, Jimin?” you ask softly, Jimin feeling his heartbeat picking up its pace from finally hearing your voice.

“What were you doing?” he asks, glancing behind you, glaring at Taehyun again you guess. 

You look around, noticing the curious eyes set on you which make you break out of your trance. Hesitantly, you slide your hands off his chest and the movement causes him to look back at you. Shifting on your spot rather uncomfortably under all the prying eyes, you nibble on your bottom lip before mustering the courage to look up at him. 

“Can we talk? Somewhere private?” you ask silently, eyes dancing over the people curiously watching you which pushes Jimin to follow your line of vision.

His brows immediately scrunch, glaring at everyone and as he's getting riled up and about to curse them out publicly, they all look away in a second and chattering begins as everyone goes back to their previous activity. 

Jimin glances down at you once again, whole face softening up as he grabs you by your wrist. “Come on.” he mutters and starts leading you to the back.

The locker room, you recognize the way immediately. It's the only place where you will have privacy at the moment. 

You act as if you and Jimin were fighting for god knows how long. In reality, it's been like two weeks but those two weeks feel like an eternity. You haven't been in this locker room for that exact time. It's here where you fought after Jimin had a late night training. It was just the two of you. 

The whole argument started as something stupid and it escalated to this massive argument, ending with you walking away and Jimin frustratedly letting you.

“So? You and Taehyun now?” Jimin fills the silence right after the sound of door closing reaches your ears. 

“Don't do that,” you frown, turning to properly look at him. “You have no right to act like this.” 

He scoffs, reaching for a fresh towel as he wipes his face and chest again. He tosses it at the laundry bin in the corner of the room. 

“I have no right to anything apparently.” 

“You don't get to act jealous.”

Jimin clenches his jaw, keeping his head low but he still sends you glare your way. 

“Right,” he nods, “Because we are nothing. We are just strangers.” 

“That's not what I meant and you know it.” 

“No, actually I don't.” he snaps, wanting to say something more but catches himself and takes a deep breath instead. 

A beat of silence follows, the painful silence as you're far enough to not hear anyone else. You tongue your cheek, glancing around to prevent yourself from simply watching Jimin who successfully ignores you and doesn't look your way. 

The tall mirrors across the entire side of the wall shows how desperate you really are. All you ever wanted was more. But that wasn't part of your deal. This was fun and it started to get more serious. 

Jimin loves fun. He enjoys the thrill you both experienced. He told you himself one time after you had sex. It's been so craved in your mind ever since then. 

“Why does Taehyun even matter?” you ask, slapping your hands against your sides as Jimin finally looks at you, the frown on his face visible as soon as you bring up Taehyun. 

“If you're planning to date guys from this gym, do it outside.” he says bitterly and you stare in disbelief. 

What's his problem? 

“You have no right to prohibit me from that.” you remind him stubbornly. 

That's not the point you want to make at the moment, but you still need to inform him. Who does he think he is?

“Not like that's happening anyways. Me and Taehyun are just friends.”

Jimin scoffs once again, shaking his head in disbelief as he lets a bitter laugh while he rubs his forehead. “Yeah, right. The moment me and you–” he pauses, clearing his throat right after. “You suddenly hug.”

“A hug doesn't mean dating.” you point out. 

“You never hugged him before.”

“And you never let the girl wipe off your sweat before.” you snap right back, widening your eyes right after it escapes your disobedient mouth.

“Jieun?”

“Whatever her name is.” you snap and Jimin's lips suddenly twitch a little. 

“She is no one,” he mutters, “Compared to T–”

“Oh my god!” you exclaim frustratedly. “You're so dumb! Taehyun is my friend. He adores you and he would never do that to you! Not even if I asked him to!”

You are trying to prove a point once again but Jimin only takes what he wants. So his response shouldn't surprise you but you can't help but be left speechless. 

“Oh, so you would want him?”

“No!” you almost cry out frustratedly. “I just want to be loved!” you exclaim, clasping your mouth shut as Jimin stares with big eyes.

Oh fuck, he looks so innocent. And fucking hot. With his hair damp from the sweat, a strand of hair almost falling into his eyes as he effortlessly brushes his fingers through his hair.

“This is stupid. Why did I want to talk? This is just like the argument we had before.” 

You can't do this. Embarrassed that you just confessed your desire, you want to walk away and never come back. No matter how painful that's going to be. 

It's not the desire itself that makes you embarrassed though. It's the fact that you want to be loved by Jimin and no one else.

“No, don't walk away please.” he says, catching you by your wrist as he holds you tight while you show your frustration by trying to get out of his grip. 

You may be overreacting a little, but that's what you always do when things get rough. Trying to leave. At least it feels like that when it happens with Jimin. And it's only because you're scared of what you truly feel inside. Jimin is just not the type for this. He told you many times before and you can't let yourself be heartbroken when he reminds you of it again. 

In other situations, you have no problem talking things over. It feels a little tricky with Jimin though.

“Loved?” he questions and you groan.

Though you're not making it any easier for Jimin, he still holds you gently enough for it not to hurt. He's caring and as his big soft eyes stare at you, you feel like crying all over again. God, you like him so much. You're fucked. 

“Fucking stupid, right?” you scoff. 

“Why would it be stupid?” Jimin cocks his head to the side confusingly. 

“Oh, come on, Jimin.” you roll your eyes, snatching your hand from his grip as he looks alarmed but you don't dare to move. “You're the one who said you're not up for relationships. You don't have time for it. So what if I want it right now? What if I don't want just to be fucked?” 

Jimin opens his mouth. 

“And we were doing exactly that. So why can't I talk to Taehyun?” 

You're frustrated, starting to babble a little nonsense because there's no need to bring up Taehyun. That's only going to rile Jimin up all over again. 

“Don't.” he warns. 

“Why has the thought of me and Taehyun has always been such a problem? I mean yes, we were fucking. I wouldn't want you to fuck anyone else. But you're acting as if I can't–”

“Stop.”

“What? Why?” you provoke him why tilting your head, trying to act clueless and innocent. “We are not together, Jimin. I get why you would get a little jealous. But storming in our direction because of what? Because he simply hugged me? You have no ri–”

“I fucking like you.” Jimin spits out, cutting you off so easily that it feels like a slap to your face. 

It's the words that leave you breathless and you have to blink a few times to make sure it's real. He said what? You stare at him, seeing his face frustrated as he rubs his forehead. He's clenching his jaw, looking around while his breathing quickens up. And you just stand there and stare like an idiot. 

“Like me?” you whisper and Jimin chuckles a little heartlessly. “Jimin, you said–”

“I know what I said about relationships,” he cuts you off. “Is that so hard to believe that I could like you?” 

“I…” you trail off, still too shocked to form a proper sentence. “It is. You never–I never got that feeling from you. You always said how much you like our relationship and what it is.”

“Yes, that I can trust you, always talk to you. I didn't–obviously I didn't share everything that's been on my mind.”

“Since when?”

“A long time.” he whispers, looking right into your eyes while your breath hitches.

To be honest, you're not sure what to think. You want to believe him and you would never judge him for his own history and the lack of interest in anything remotely close to love or relationships. You do believe people could change but this feels like the cliché scenario that happens with men like Jimin. And by that you mean them willing to try it but not being able to stay in a relationship when things get rough. Quite frankly, you're not even sure if Jimin is ready to be in a relationship.

Sure, you and him get along pretty well (minus what happened between you two recently). In your mind, you've imagined the two of you together – together – so many times. Can he even love you? 

It's just something that's hard to believe. And you want to believe it. But something just wants you to protect your heart. You don't want to get any more hurt than you already did. For fuck sake! You got into an argument and you've been sobbing into your pillow every night. You can't possibly imagine going through something even more heartbreaking. You're way too deep in this shit.

But at the same time, you're pretty aware that you don't know unless you try. And it doesn't feel fair to Jimin at all. 

“Why are you looking at me that way?” he questions you, frowning as he sees the lack of trust you have on your face. “You don't believe me?”

He sounds hurt and so fragile all of a sudden. You feel like a major asshole even more now. 

“Listen,” he starts, refusing to no longer stay silent. “I fucking like you.”

“Taehyun likes me too and he's my fr–”

“Don't you dare to say his name right now.” Jimin cups your face, thumbs pressing into your cheeks but not painfully. 

You stare into his eyes that darken, the little shadow there causing you to gulp. His already sharp and visible jawline clenches once again. You know you shouldn't find him extremely sexy right now, but your body acts automatically and you let your eyes drop down to his lips. You flicker them back on but you know he caught you. 

His mouth twitches and he slowly, painfully for you, licks his lips. 

“Are you getting turned on right now?” 

The mocking behind his tone should annoy you but you don't find yourself to be annoyed. The sex with him has always been great, one of the reasons why it lasted so long between you and him. But it wasn't everything. You appreciated every minute you got to spend some time with him. Sex or no sex – each time was special to you.

Jimin doesn't torture you by questioning the obvious, a recognition flickering in those beautiful eyes of his while his thumbs caress your soft cheekbones.

“I'm gonna show you how much I like you.”

The single word sounds mocking almost and the way he emphasizes, like there's something much more than him simply liking you. And you know he doesn't say it but you see he's hiding something. He's not telling the truth and you can only hope he's reciprocating what you've been feeling for him for the longest time. 

But perhaps now, it's time to act upon your feelings.

Jimin stays true to his words and doesn't waste any time finally tasting your lips. You can't help but hum into the needy and rough kiss. He doesn't pull away any time soon, kissing you with all the passion you've been missing and the familiar ecstasy clouds your senses. All you can feel is him and you wouldn't have it any other way. There are still a few things you both need to talk about but for now, you just want to be close to him again. For now, you need to feel him and touch him.

It's mind-blowing how at peace you are the moment Jimin has kissed you. The kiss is nothing but rushed, needy and rough with no intention just ending there. You know it. You've had many of those and it always led to one thing. And you're completely fine with it. 

Hands on Jimin's wrist, you get a proper hold on him as soon as he starts backing you, doing it all without breaking off the kiss. He bites your lower lip, sucks it and even pushes his tongue into your mouth. You welcome it all, almost whining when you're forced to break off the kiss as he gently pushes you to sit down on the long bench.

Jimin drops to his knees before you can needily reach toward him. He watches your entire form for a moment, licking his lips again before he attacks your neck. He sucks and bites your skin there for a few seconds, your head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you push your body into his. 

You're just as needy, wanting to be touched – only by him because he knows your needs and body like the back of his hand.  

He pushes down your summer dress under your breasts, exposing your chest to the chilly air in the locker room. The thought of someone coming here and finding you like this, with your breasts fully exposed, crosses your mind but Jimin utterly averts your attention as soon as his mouth clasps around your nipple. 

“Oh fuck.” you moan, the other hand fondling your other breast.

“You like that?” Jimin says, hot breath fanning over your wet and sensitive nipple before he goes back to his previous activity. 

At the beginning of your “relationship” Jimin would use his mouth in other ways than to just bring you pleasure with it by using it. The dirty talk was one of the things that could make you wet in seconds, he always knew what to say. 

Throughout the months of getting to know you intimately, he figured out you're just as freaky and needy as him. One of the things he always did was to call you his little slut. But that has changed. You're not sure when it changed exactly but from his slut you became his pretty and good girl – and fuck – that was even more dangerous to you than any degrading thing he could've said. That had you going and Jimin obviously figured it out.

It's stupid and it shouldn't mean this much to you, but his following words want to make you praise him for simply not forgetting. 

Not forgetting to praise you yet again. 

“Such pretty tits,” Jimin mutters, licking your other breast while you do your best not to move your hips against the bench. “I missed them.”

Not giving you time to digest his words fully, he's on his knees once against and this time pulls you closer to him. You catch yourself just in the right now as he gently pushes down on your chest, making you lay down. 

The bench is in no way a comfortable place to do this, especially if your head hangs off. But once again, you don't voice it because the second Jimin pushes your underwear to the side and clasps his skilful mouth onto your glistening cunt, none of it matters. 

He's everywhere down there. Licking and sucking your clit, then eating you out like a starved man with one hand squeezing your breast. You can't hold yourself up and the pleasure he's giving you causes you to lay down, even with your head thrown back. 

“Look at yourself,” Jimin suddenly says from between your thighs, the top of his purple head catching your eyes for a second before you close them again. “Look how fucking pretty you are.”

And you open your eyes, ignoring the blood rushing to your head as you gasp at the sight. You see yourself, face full of pleasure and mouth gasping as Jimin picks up the intensity and pace. You're long gone, every little thing edging you closer to the orgasm until you're cumming on his tongue.

But no. 

He is not done with you. 

Jimin rushes (but still remains gentle despite the rush and neediness in his motions) and turns you around. The bench is even more uncomfortable under your knees than it was under your bum, but you barely acknowledge it when Jimin pulls down his training boxers and exposes himself to your hungry eyes. 

Fuck, you've missed this too. 

You salivate like a hungry dog, seeing him in the reflection of the mirror. Your eyes meet and he shoots you a smirk. You're so focused on that (and already totally fucked out) that you don't notice the movements between his legs. That's until you feel the head of his cock touching your wet hole. 

“Ah, fuck, baby.” you moan, Jimin chuckling before he enters you. 

He's gentle at first, praising you for how good you feel and how much he missed your tight cunt (his words). All of it makes you already clench around him. So you beg him to fuck you, desperation evident in your raspy voice. And boy, does he listen. 

He fucks into you his thick and long length, urging you to look at yourself whenever you close your eyes shut from the indescribable pleasure. You do look. You watch him fucking you in the reflection, beds of sweat collecting on yours and his skin. He's biting into his lower lip harshly, grunting each time he thrusts into you while your high moans echo against the walls. 

It's messy and so wet between your legs, you swear you feel your wetness traveling down your thigh. You're so close. Telling even Jimin that. And he smiles proudly, admitting he's not far away from that either. 

And then he hoists you up, presses your back to his chest while still being inside you. And your eyes meet again in the reflection. His thrusts turn more gentle, still setting up a good pace that makes you see stars. But the way he rolls his hips into you and the intensity not only behind his movements but his eyes as well, you just know. 

So you smile through the pleasure, silently telling him with your eyes that yes, you know. 

“Mine.” he grunts, one hand around your waist holding you in place, while the other pinches your nipple. 

He rubs it softly shortly after while your fingers dig into his arm that's still around your waist. You squeeze him harder, moaning out his name before you confess; “Mine.”

“Fucking yours.” he spits out through the grunts and then it completely rushes down onto you. 

You're cumming, body shaking against Jimin as pleasure controls your body. A few more thrusts and Jimin cums too, spilling his load into you with a low yet long groan. Even after the orgasm, he holds you tightly against him and you stay like that for god knows how long. It's until you whimper at your knees that Jimin helps you to sit down. He silently cleans you up with another fresh towel before the piece of cloth joins the other towel he used before. 

He kisses you and helps you to cover yourself while he does the same. 

“Does this… does this mean–”

“Will you be my girlfriend?” Jimin cuts you off, grinning at you like a mischievous teenboy as you pause for a second in pure shock before you chuckle. 

“I thought you would never ask.” you reply stupidly.

“It took me too long, I know. I guess I was too scared. Minseok has been patronizing me–”

“Oh my god!” you suddenly gasp, making him stop as Jimin sits next to you and stares at you in concern. 

“They all must have heard us!” 

Jimin cackles at how scandalized you look, with your palm covering your mouth and all. 

“That's the least of my concerns, to be honest.”

You nudge him in the shoulder as you look horrified. Jimin teases you, taking your hand into his as he peaks from the locker room. Everything seems silent and you walk into the main room finding it oddly empty. 

“Where is everyone?” you ask in confusion. 

Not that you're not happy! There is a chance nobody heard you. Not that you mind it that much, you just don't want people to be up your and Jimin's business. Like they haven't been nosy enough. 

Jimin walks up to his training bag, the only item sitting on top of a similar bench he just fucked you on. Pulling out his phone, you see him checking it with a slight frown on his face before he hands you the device. He ushers you to read it with a tilt of his hand, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth. 

Minseok: “kicked everyone out, you owe me. and I hope it was worth it and you finally grew some balls to tell her you love her. if not, i'm gonna kick you in the ass next time.” 

You hand him the phone back with a similar smile, feeling your cheeks heat up. 

“He's right.” Jimin comments, tossing the phone back to his bag. 

“About?” 

“Everything,” he says simply while you're trying not to freak out about the L word.

It was Minseok who said it. Surely he must've known Jimin likes you, that's what Jimin wanted to tell you back in the locker room before you interrupted him. But these guys don't really think about these words, not as much as women do and it must've been a mistake–

“Especially that I love you.”

Jimin laughs the moment he waits for your reaction and he finally gets to see it. You look like a bucket of ice has been thrown on you.

You shake yourself out of the daze, trying to keep your posture while your heart is ready to burst out of your chest. But Jimin doesn't look nervous, he's beaming at you with the prettiest smile you've known ever since you got to know him. This moment right here is everything you've dreamed of ever since you found out about your deeper connection and feelings toward him.

So you take a deep and calm breath, the next following words spilling out of your mouth effortlessly. 

“I love you too.”

It feels like both of you are teenagers, giggling to yourselves while ending your confession with a few strong kisses full of love. 

“Now that everyone is gone. We could take a shower. Then I'm going to take you to my place.” he tells you once he pulls away from the kiss. 

Your arms around his neck and his staying on top of your ass, you grin at him. 

“And then what?” 

“I'm gonna cook you a nice dinner. I want to cuddle you and talk to you because I fucking missed you.”

“Hm, is that all?” you ask teasingly. 

“Is that not enough?” he teases back. 

“Surely it is.” 

“And maybe I will fuck my girlfriend again.”

“Lucky her,” you muse, “What an explicit word though.”

“I can make love to her too. Never done that before but I'm confident I can do it.” he continues and you press your lips not to giggle. 

“I trust you.”

And then you burst into the cutest fit of giggles. If somebody saw you right now, they would find the image of the serious and wonderful boxer Jimin giggling like a teenager hilarious. Little do you know they will witness it for sure, now that you're his girlfriend and all. 

Jimin is going to show his new side not only to you, but to everyone else.

#networkbangtan #btswritingcafe #ksmutclub #ficswithluv #bts smut #jimin x reader #jimin smut #bts angst #bts fluff #bts au #personasintro

[waltywhitey]

🌟🌟 How the Breaking Bad crew would react to you coming out as trans 🥰🏳️‍⚧️🌟🌟

Notes: hi!!!! I'm a new writer and I just wanted to start with some breaking bad and better call Saul headcanons! Hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: none

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✨ Walter White ✨

🔆 Apprehensive at first since he doesn't really understand gender

🔆 Grew up old fashioned but will eventually come around

🔆 He's a teacher so he has to be understanding and use your correct pronouns

🔆 He further explores LGBTQ+ issues and gender rights and is a proud ally

🔆 He attends Albuquerque's pride festival

✨ Jesse Pinkman ✨

🔆 He's your best friend since moving to Albuquerque

🔆 Once you tell him, he gets really excited about learning this

🔆 He's so happy that he shows you his top scars in solidarity

🔆 Jesse never told anyone that he's trans too -- bonding you both closer together

✨ Saul Goodman ✨

🔆 Doesn't understand pronouns or being gay

🔆 Admits that he was gay for a bit in highschool

🔆 He'll refer to you with your preferred pronouns so he doesn't lose you as a client

🔆 He will protect you against hate crimes

🔆 He will also fight for your right to gender affirming care

🔆 He also wears a trans pin next to his blue ribbon to tell other potential clients that he supports all the queers

✨ Gus Fring ✨

🔆 You are one of his employees and confide in him that another coworker called you a transphobic slur

🔆 Gus does not allow discrimination in the work place and has the coworker fired

🔆 He consoles you in his office and asks what your preferred pronouns are and promises to make sure everyone refers to you as such

🔆 During June, Gus has a special trans meal that comes with a free trans flag and all proceeds go to an LGBTQ+ organization

🔆 Los Pollos Hermanos also has a float in the Albuquerque pride festival

✨ Mike Ehrmantaut ✨

🔆 Silence

✨ Skyler White ✨

🔆 You're best friends with her son, Walt Jr.

🔆 She's seen you grow up so when you come out as trans she's a bit shocked

🔆 At first she'll ask how you know and forbid Flynn from hanging out with you

🔆 Her son bashes her for being transphobic and says that he is going to run away

🔆 Skyler calms down and thinks things through

🔆 Eventually she promises to not be transphobic around you

🔆 At first she'll struggle with your preferred pronouns but she'll get it

🔆 Over time she'll become an ally and be accepting when Walt Jr. comes out as bi

✨Marie Schrader✨

🔆 You come out to Marie and she is very supportive

🔆 Marie stole your goddamn estrogen pills

✨ Hank Schrader ✨

🔆 You're one of Marie's coworkers and best friend

🔆 She invites you over for dinner where you admit to them both that you are trans

🔆 Marie is very supportive but Hank looks at you with a face of confusion and disgust

🔆 He doesn't believe in more than two genders and that you can be a different gender than what you were born as

🔆 He refuses to use your preferred pronouns and tells Marie that he doesn't want you back in his house

🔆 Hank tells his coworkers about you and Gomez gets on to him for being transphobic

🔆 After awhile Hank is indifferent to you at the least and tries to use your preferred pronouns

🏳️‍⚧️💗 BOUNOS 💗🏳️‍⚧️

✨ Kim Wexler ✨

🔆 At first she'll be confused because she thought you were pansexual

🔆 You'll explain to her that gender and sexuality are different and she'll quickly catch on

🔆 Once you tell her your preferred pronouns, she'll immediately start using them

🔆 She'll research all about LGBTQ+ history and current issues and promises to fight against any hate crime related cases for you

🔆 As she furthers he studies of sexuality and gender, she later comes out as non-binary

✨ Lalo Salamanca ✨

🔆 He finds you hotter

✨ Nacho Varga ✨

🔆 You're a cousin of the Salamancas

🔆 You'll befriend him as he seems like the least menacing of Salamanca's men

🔆 After awhile, you'll come out to him and he'll be shocked at first but then happy

🔆 He congratulates you on this big step and that it wasn't easy coming out to a member of the cartel

🔆 He'll ask what your preferred pronouns are and uses them right away

🔆 He eventually asks you to join his polycule

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✨ Chuck McGill ✨

🔆 Dies

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✨ Howard Hamlin ✨

🔆 You work for HHM as a paralegal

🔆 Howard spots the paperwork for a name change on your desk and questions you

🔆 You come out as trans and he'll be gladly shocked

🔆 He'll ask what your preferred pronouns are and enforce them with the whole company

🔆 He'll even offer to drive you down to the court for you to finalize the name change

(Tumblr has a 10 images per post limit I'm sorry Nacho and Howard 💔)

#nacho varga x reader #lalo salamanca #nacho varga #lalo salamanca x reader #walter white #walter white x reader #breaking bad #breaking bad headcanons #headcanon #better call saul #better call saul headcanons #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #gus fring #gus fring x reader #kim wexler #marie schrader #hank schrader #howard hamlin #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #chuck mcgill #jimmy mcgill #x reader #imagine #🏳️‍⚧️

[askganon]

I'm really tired. I just transferred to a new university to study psychology and it has been the actual worst experience in every aspect. The two biggest issues are the fact that I am autistic and thusly have issues making friends, and that I have this god-awful professor in my counseling class.

This professor is OFF his rocker. He actively talks about the secret society he is in, trying to teach us preposterous things that have no place in that class or even the school at all. I could write a novel about every problematic thing he has said, but my most major issue with him is how he views and treats women, and continuously brings sexual topics up when they have no relevance to the course material.

He has disrespected his wife over the phone in the middle of class and then tried to justify his behavior using his gender, spoken extensively about what features men don't like on women such as makeup or plastic surgery. He says "natural" women are "healthy" (well-endowed) in either the chest or behind but not both, and are uneven in the chest. He specifically targeted my classmate, who was the only one wearing false eyelashes, to say that men don't like that either.

Another time he told us that women run the world because men are obsessed with us, that we are not oppressed at all, yet he turns around and tells us how women in the corporate world go commando under their skirts and sleep around to work up the corporate ladder. He says this in a way that puts women to shame for this as well.

This week, though, was completely different. His departure from the course material started with the extremely invasive question, "what do you remember about your transition to adolescence?" Again targeting that very same classmate. I blink and he is now telling us that the male experience during puberty is far worse than what women experience, basically saying that—excuse my bluntness—getting a boner in class is much worse than anything women go through, even turning to our singular male classmate for backup on this.

He also tries to tell us that its so so bad for boys because the girls actively try to touch them or make them "psychologically disturbed," as he worded so decoratively. What adolescent girl wants anything to do with that when she's going through her own problems? Since when were young girls going out of their way to trouble boys like this? I was actively trying to deter boys during this time.

I and the other two women in my class were disputing all of this, until our professor finally said, "I will just let that go over y'all heads cause you will never understand the male experience," to which I, shaking with rage, replied, "—and vice versa."

My mental health has been suffering severely, and much worse since this happened Monday. I had never felt such pure, primordial rage towards someone before. This man makes me feel not only objectified but also demonized. Last night was my breaking point, working on one of his assignments. I experienced the most intense mental breakdown of my life so far, and afterwards spent all but two hours of the night trying to cram the project that was due today.

I guess my point is that I would report him, but my school makes it nigh impossible to do so. I'm perpetually exhausted and I do not know if I can make it through the last two weeks of class. I want so badly to be petty and spiteful to his face, but for the most part I've controlled it.

I don't really know what I'm looking for by doing this. I guess I just want to know what you think? Apologies for the length of my message.

Such is the mentality I encountered often in my youth by Hylian men, and women, toward my sisters. They would lust after my sisters based on their attire and physique, while also attempting to demonize them and ostracize them for the exact same reasons.

In short, men are cowards who carry the darkest urges shamelessly, but are too prideful to admit the problem within themselves. Instead, the vilify women for their own indiscretions.

They will openly mock my Gerudo for their appearance, while desiring nothing more than to own their flesh in the most disturbing of ways.

This professor seems like a prime example of the Hylian males I encountered. But if this is the case, then so too is his weakness.

He has likely been thwarted in his past in his attempts to procure a mate to his liking, and due to his pride, he believes it is all of womanhood to blame, and not himself.

This one he singles out is likely similar to those he desired but could never obtain in his youth. As such, he blames all others for his own shortcomings.

Likely too with his mate. I would assume her physique does not fit the desires he now feels entitled to, and as such he makes her the target of his criticism.

But through all of this, he reveals a second weakness.

Fear.

He fears that which he cannot control, and women as a whole seem out of his grasp. Every slight, every jab, and every assault from his lips is but proof that he is afraid of what women are capable.

In the midst of a Gerudo warrior, this professor of yours would crumble like kindling to a flame.

Take solace in the knowledge that you are superior to this worm, for you are what he can never have.

#Ganondorf #Legend of Zelda

[impixx]

Hii, do you think you could do headcanons on how the bachelors (or if thats too much, just Shane) act when they have a crush on the farmer (fem pronouns)?

Stardew Valley Headcannons: How the bachelors act when they have a crush on you

Warnings: f!reader

I decided to do all of the bachelors for this one, so enjoy! Sorry if there’s errors here, it’s midnight for me and I wanted to get this out before going to bed. Thank you so much for your request!

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Sebastian:

When Sebastian has a crush on you he acts much more shy yet also clingy to you

At least at first

He hides his face whenever you get him flustered and blushing, and stumbles over his words more often than he would ever admit

But at the same time he starts to spend a lot more time with you

His mom and friends definitely pick up on this quickly, but for his sake they never tease him in front of you

When you aren’t around though…

“So… what’s the deal with you and the farm girl?”

“She has a name Sam. And nothing! Can I not be friends with a girl?” Defensive

When you first met Seb, you would have to come to him, only seeing him on the rare occasion that he isn’t holed up in his room

But once he gets a crush on you? That’s over

He leaves his house way more often, taking paths that he knows he’ll run into you on

He also begins to invite you over not only to his house for some Solarian Chronicles, but even to Sam’s place to attend their band practice

Not to mention he sends you at least one meme a day

Sam:

Like Sebastian, Sam definitely becomes more clingy once he develops a crush on you

However, he is a lot more bold about it

He will often invite you to his band practices or to the bar with him and his friends

Whenever he notices you at the saloon on a late night he stops whatever he’s doing to walk you home, making the excuse that he just doesn’t want his friend to get hurt

But everyone knows that he doesn’t walk Abigail or Sebastian home

His mom definitely notices and teases him for it

“That girl has been coming around the house a lot. You two better not be doing anything inappropriate in your room while Vincent is home.”

“Mom!!!”

He’s blushing for ages after that

Shane:

Even when he has a crush on you, Shane is not one to be all head-over-heels for someone

He doesn’t think that you would ever feel the same about him

You’re young and healthy with a bright future ahead of you and he’s a sad guy with a dead end job and an alcohol dependency

Yeah he certainly thinks you’re out of his league

Despite this, he still acts nicer to you than he does most of the other villagers

He’ll start to show you some more of his personality, cracking jokes every once and awhile just to see you smile

One time he actually brings you your favorite gift, shrugging it off when you ask how he knew

“I just found it and figured you might like it.”

He definitely went out looking for it after you mentioned it one time in conversation

Harvey:

Harvey becomes very shy when he gets a crush on you

He always tries to converse with you, but sometimes he just can’t get out the words that he wants to say so he ends up saying some medical nonsense instead

He gets embarrassed really easily

Like, if you notice he has some hair out of place or something he says comes out suggestive on accident he becomes so flustered and red

If you compliment him it’s even worse

He’ll stutter out a thanks while his cheeks turn red, rubbing the back of his neck with a shy smile

Adorable.

He takes notice of what you like and often goes out to get you gifts, telling you that he thought you would like it and trying to hide the pride that swells in his chest when you tell him how much you love it

Elliot:

Like Sebastian and Sam, if Elliot has a crush on you he will find a way to see you just about every day

He isn’t overbearing, and he doesn’t often invite you places

Instead he starts to go places that he knows you frequent more often, in hopes of seeing you there

Surprisingly, it works

Of course there’s the odd day where you don’t come into town and are in the mines all day instead, but he doesn’t get too worried unless you’ve been gone more than a day

At that point he drops by your farm, telling you with no lane excuses that he was worried about you once you open the door

Once he is convinced that you actually do enjoy his company and don’t simply let him stick around for the fun of it, he becomes a little bit of a flirt

He’ll bring you beautiful gifts like seashells or flowers, telling you that they remind him of you

He’s also a big fan of walks along the beach

He definitely opens doors for you too

Alex:

Flirty.

There’s one word to describe Alex when he has a crush and that is flirty

He doesn’t go out of his way to see you most days, since he doesn’t want to come off as desperate

He hasn’t been in a relationship since high school so he really isn’t past that mindset

However, when you two are around each other? Total flirt

He makes comments on your outfits or looks often, careful to make sure it doesn’t come off as rude or creepy

Alex would like to act like he doesn’t get butterflies when you flirt back, or when you hug him for just a second too long, but that would be a lie

Another thing is that Alex becomes protective when he’s crushing on you

Someone looks at you wrong? He puffs up and stands right by your side to scare them off

At the end of the day, though, he also shows you his soft side, kissing your hand before going your separate ways on a night when he’s feeling truly bold

#stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #sdv #sdv alex #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv x reader

[lualuabestningdungie]

Less talk, more kiss | K. Taehyun

Synopsis: the two best in the drama club are about to share the “worst” scene together.

Genre: fluff, non idol au, high school au

Pairing: non idol! Taehyun x gn!reader

Warnings:: mentions of kissing, bit of angst, might have grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Lua’s note: Hi hi! Here’s a Taehyun Drabble for you! I’m very sorry I haven’t been uploading much as I used to :( I just entered school and it’s already consuming. Anyways school should disband.

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“Absolutely not.” You thought that having the main character in the play would be fun. It was until your ex best friend Taehyun was casted as your costar. “I will not have a kissing scene with him.”

“You think I want to?” He rolled his eyes. “Not everyone wants to kiss you, you know?”

“Can you please just get along? We need this scene! It’s important for the play!” Your senior Yeonjun said. He was one of Taehyun’s friends but he was also yours. And he was also director of the play.

You were in the same friend group, but things got difficult between you and Taehyun, making the group separate. This was weird for everyone since you and Taehyun were friends since childhood.

“Can’t it be a hug or something?” You said hoping that someone would agree.

“A handshake would be better.” Taehyun said and you ignored him.

“I’m sorry guys, but I am directing this play and I decide what happens.” The both of you sighed and nodded.

After rehearsal you went with your friend Kai to tell him about what happened.

“I still don’t understand why you two started hating each other.” Kai said while you two walked together.

“I told you Kai, it was his fault.” You stubbornly said and kept walking while Kai just sighed and followed you.

It might’ve actually been your fault too.

A few months ago, Taehyun and you were best friends but everyone thought you two were dating, since you were always together and were always very close. The thing is none of you denied the rumors or the questions that people asked you, you simply avoided it and change the topic. You knew you liked each other but never did anything about it. There was always endless flirting between you two which made both of your hearts flutter.

Which was why you were so confused when he suddenly started talking to another girl and started leaving you behind. But it was not any girl, Da-eun was a girl in your class that for some reason always had some sort of hate towards you. She was popular for being pretty and sociable, but you knew her truly.

Both of Da-eun’s and your parents were friends so you would often have dinner with them. You knew she was just a spoiled girl that always got what she wanted. And did some reason she always envied everything you had. Including Taehyun.

Your heart ached when you saw Taehyun getting closer to her. He knew you didn’t like her and she didn’t like you, why would he do it?

You confronted Taehyun about it and he just said that she was actually a nice person.

“I don’t get why you don’t like her, yn. Maybe if you gave her a chance you would know she isn’t that bad.” He said as you two talked away from your friend group.

“I can’t believe it, Taehyun. A few weeks ago we were both agreeing that she was just an annoying spoiled girl, and now you’re both inseparable.” You rolled your eyes at the thought.

“Whatever yn. That you don’t like her doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t like her either.” He said crossing his arms.

“I know, I’m not saying that. What I’m saying is that you didn’t like her and now you’re in love with her or something.” You sighed.

“If you opened your eyes you would know who I’m in love with.” After saying this he walked away.

He left you there surprised at his words, but he didn’t talked to you the next day. You didn’t try either, your pride was too big.

You sighed when you remembered this. Life got boring when your friend group separated thanks to you. Yeah, you still had Kai, but you missed him. You didn’t admit this out loud of course.

And every time you saw each other, both of you would roll your eyes and continue walking avoiding each other. When you were forced to interact it always ended up in a fight. You wanted to get into each other’s nerves. But you didn’t see a point on it anymore. Somehow doing those things made you feel worse. You missed him.

The next day you had rehearsal. You were at the theater reading your script and practicing your lines by yourself.

“Hey.” You looked in front of you and Saw Taehyun. “Yeonjun said we needed to practice together.” You just nodded and he looked at you weirdly as if he was expecting you to insult him.

“Alright then.” You said and he nodded.

You started practicing together. It was very awkward, but you two were great at acting so it was hard to notice. At least for some people.

“Guys, please step closer to each other, you need to be more connected!” Yeonjun said, he had been scolding the both of you for the past 20 minutes. “You know what? I think it’s better if you practice alone. The both of you need to solve whatever it’s going on.” Yeonjun stood up from his chair and left the both of you alone on stage. No one else was there, everyone had left early that day.

You looked at each other awkwardly.

“Well, uh I guess we should continue.” Taehyun said and you just nodded. You continued practicing all your scenes together, and you did improve a little.

Until you reached the kiss scene. You were so immersed in your parts that you didn’t realize that the kiss was next.

“The moon knows how much I missed you…” Taehyun read from his script and stepped closer to you taking your head, just like the script said.

“How does she know about us?” You continued with your line also stepping closer to him letting him take your hand in his.

“I’ve told her, every night I tell her about you, about how much I missed seeing your face underneath her light, about how I missed seeing stars reflected in your eyes…” he continued. Taehyun felt a his heart ache while saying this. He wasn’t acting anymore, he really felt that way. He missed you. “I miss talking to you, I miss your smile and our late night talks, I miss the person I fell for.” He stopped reading and looked at you in the eyes.

You realized that last part wasn’t on the script which made you feel chills down your spine. “Taehyun thats not on script…-“ you were interrupted by his lips on yours. Your eyes widened when his lips touched yours, but you slowly closed your eyes.

After a few seconds you pulled away slowly. You were both blushing and looked away from each other.

“I’m sorry about everything, yn. I never should’ve stopped talking to you. I should’ve listened to you..” Taehyun said still holding your hand. “You were right about Da-eun, she only used me to get closer to Yeonjun.” He lowered his gaze. “I really liked you, but you started hanging out a lot with Kai and I thought that maybe you were seeing each other, so I guess I got a little jealous. And well, you know… all the Da-eun thing happened…”

You only looked at him, your heart was beating very fast, and it was beating for him. The feelings you had were here again, and they were here to stay.

“I still like you, yn. It hurt that we didn’t talk anymore. I joined the play to be closer to you, yeonjun helped me with that. In hopes that we could talk again.” He said shyly.

“Taehyun, I am sorry too. For everything, I should’ve listened to you. I probably should’ve talked with you about my feelings before, because I liked to too, and I still do.” He met your eyes. “Kai and I are just friends, just that. My heart always belonged to you…”

He pulled you closer and hugged you. He held you tightly. “Let’s stay together now, okay?” Taehyun whispered in your ear and you nodded.

Suddenly someone entered the theater and saw the two of you.

“I don’t know what happened but I’m glad it did.” You turned to see who it was and it was Yeonjun and Kai standing in the door.

“Great job casting him into the play, Jun.”

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#choi beomgyu #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #kang taehyun #fluff #huening kai #fanfic #lualuabestningdungie #txt post #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #taehyun x y/n #taehyun fluff #txt #txt imagines