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floralcrematorium · 8 days

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2010s Nostalgia || Hetalia Edition

Hetalia Youtube Nostalgia Playlist | 117 songs | 7hr 5min

• Hey Na Na - Katie Herzig • Viva La Vida - Coldplay • Rasputin - Boney M. • Glad You Came - The Wanted • Hot Mess - Cobra Starship • Counting Stars - OneRepublic • Fireflies - Owl City • Bombshell Blonde - The Jagged Edges • Do Better - Say Anything • Welcome To The Show - Britt Nicole • Dance With The Devil - Breaking Benjamin • Survive - Sick Puppies • Life is Beautiful - Sixx:A.M. • Fairytale - Alexander Rybak • Everybody Loves Me - One Republic • Don't Mess With Me - temposhark • Mimimi - SEREBRO • I Like It Loud - Cash Cash • I Just Wanna Run - The Downtown Fiction • I'm ALIVE! - Becca • Lovestruck - Breathe Electric • I Like To Dance - Hot Chelle Rae • Haven't Had Enough - Marianas Trench • Kiss Me Thru The Phone - Soulja Boy, Sammie • Hard out Here - Lily Allen • Runaway Baby - Bruno Mars • I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy • Airplanes - B.o.B., Hayley Williams • Rock Star - Prima J • This Is War - Thirty Seconds To Mars • Hey Brother - Avicii • Cinderella - Tata Young • Centuries - Fall Out Boy • Déjà Vu - 3OH!3 • Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me - Lene Alexandra • Miss Jackson - Panic! At The Disco, LOLO • The Ballad of Mona Lisa - Panic! At The Disco • Europe's Skies - Alexander Rybak • Bad Apple!! - RichaadEB, Cristina Vee • Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off - Panic! At The Disco • Let's Kill Tonight - Panic! At The Disco • Hurricane - Panic! At The Disco • Casual Affair - Panic! At The Disco • Never Close Our Eyes - Adam Lambert • Playing With Fire - Ovi, Paula Seling • Angel With A Shotgun - The Cab • Nicotine - Panic! At The Disco • Killer - The Ready Set • How to Be a Heartbreaker - MARINA • This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy • Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) - My Chemical Romance • Troublemaker - Olly Murs, Flo Rida • Good Girls Go Bad - Cobra Starship, Leighton Meester • I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters • One Woman Army - Porcelain Black • How To Start A War - Simon Curtis • Maps - Maroon 5 • Do Better - Say Anything • STARSTRUKK - 3OH!3 • Remember Everything - Five Finger Death Punch • The Diary of Jane - Breaking Benjamin • Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes • When You're Evil - Aurelio Voltaire • Canadian, Please - Julia Bentley, Gunnarolla • Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco • Take Me to Church - Hozier • Viking Death March - Billy Talent • Headstrong - Trapt • Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind • Don't Believe A Word - Third Eye Blind • Warriors - Imagine Dragons • iNSaNiTY - CircusP • Paralyzer - Finger Eleven • I'm Awesome - Spose • 24 - Jem • Clarity - Zedd, Foxes • Hall of Fame - The Script, will.i.am • The Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco • Immortals - Fall Out Boy • Rather Be - Clean Bandit, Jess Glynne • Wake Me Up - Avicii • a thousand years - Christina Perri • Just Like Fire - P!nk • Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift, The Civil Wars • Safe And Sound - Capital Cities • Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Lorde • Demons - Imagine Dragons • DNA - Little Mix • Remember The Name - Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond • Victorious - Panic! At The Disco • 右肩の蝶 (Butterfly On Your Right Shoulder) - Kagamine Rin/Len • We Are One (Ole Ole) - Pitbull, Jennifer Lopez, Claudia Leitte • Hero - Skillet • Maraca - Mohombi • The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy • DONTTRUSTME - 3OH!3 • Teenage Dream - Katy Perry • SING - My Chemical Romance • Good Time - Owl City, Carly Rae Jepsen • White Rabbit - Egypt Central • Not Gonna Die - Skillet • The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars • We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool, DCup • Nobody's Listening - Linkin Park • Disco Pogo - Die Atzen • German Sparkle Party - The Something Experience • Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects • I Could Be The One - Avicii, Nicky Romero • Can't Hold Us - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis • Still Into You - Paramore • Primadonna - MARINA • Pompeii - Bastille • 恋愛サーキュレーション (Renai Circulation) - 物語シリーズ • Awake And Alive - Skillet • Monster - Skillet • Poker Face - Lady Gaga • Falling Inside The Black - Skillet

#i want to personally apologize for the sheer amount of PATD songs there are here #shoutout to the xDayDreamersStudiox “I Don't Care” amv SPECIFICALLY #or the I Don't Care nightcore video with the BFT as the background image #anyway i'm sorry if there are any repeats #this playlist is likely to be updated from time to time as i remember more songs #some of these are really niche and some are personal additions but i hope y'all who were there for the days of imovie AMVs will remember #some of these #aaaaanyway hetalia youtube LOOOOOOOOOVED fob's “Save Rock And Roll” album when it came out #and “American Beauty/American Psycho”#same with panic's “Too Weird To Live/Too Rare To Die” and “Death of a Bachelor”#hetalia #hetalia playlist #hetalia music #hetalia world series #floralcrematorium music #hws #ヘタリア #Spotify

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imajinxnation · 3 months

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HI HI HI!!

First of all I wanted to start off by saying that I absolutely love your work and I saw that your requests are open so I was wondering if I could make one??

Could I request a one shot with John Wick x reader where they’re in a relationship and are out at a bar or something and someone is just being really creepy and hitting on a clearly uncomfortable reader? Cue protective John to the rescue!!

Honestly you can take this wherever you want or do whatever you want with this!

Thank you so much, but if not no worries at all :)

Have an amazing day/ night!!!

J & J (Jardani & Jealousy)

John Wick x Reader

SUMMARY // You get hit on by someone in a Café, which makes Jardani(John) get jealous and protective.

TW // Fluff, Creepy Girl, Sexy Protective Jardani, Cussing, Suggestive...

I switched between the names Jardani and John because I'm in love with his real name.

Also, decided on a Café because more people go to Café's than Bars (at least where I'm from).

Lmk if there are any mistakes, my dumb brain wants to say 'I' everytime I type 'you'.

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

When John wanted to go on a quiet Café date with you, this was not what he had planned. Everything was going so well, until he left to use the washroom and came back to see a girl practically sitting on you, she was so close. Just by the expression on your face, he could tell you were extremely uncomfortable with this girl; and she wasn't taking a hint.

Her face gets closer to yours, he sees her whisper something in your ear and he starts to feel a fire burn in his soul, his protectiveness taking over.

That's what he's seeing now, but let's back it up a bit to when he first left to use the washroom and take a look at what happened that he didn't see.

You're sitting quietly in your booth, looking out the window at the street and all the different cars passing by, a dreamy look in your eyes. Obviously, you were thinking about the love of your life, Jardani. You knew about his old life and what happened with Helen, but that didn't tip you off from dating on him because you know that he is more than his past. You also know that Helen will always have a piece of his heart, and you don't mind as long as you also have a piece of his heart, too.

"Excuse me," a voice says.

You're taken out of your daydream when you hear a woman's voice speaking next to you. A waitress at the Café stands there, smiling at you with a weird look in her eyes. You smile politely at the waitress and sit up straight.

"Yes?" You ask, smiling gently.

"These are your orders. If I may ask, where'd your father go?" The waitress asked after setting the drinks and breakfast on the table, a grin on her face.

You freeze for a minute. 'Did this bitch just call Jardani my father?' You think. 'I get that he's older than me, but anyone can tell by the way we act that we're romantically involved!'

You give her the most obvious fake smile you could muster before replying,

"He went to use the washroom. Also, he's my boyfriend, not my father."

The waitress gave a shocked look, not expecting those words to come out of your lips. Suddenly she looked at you with fake concerned eyes. You raise a brow at her expression, waiting for some bullshit to come out of her mouth.

"Oh sweetie, you can tell me. Is he making you date him, are you okay?" She puts her hand on your shoulder and strokes down your arm before sliding into the seat right next to you, her hip and thigh squishing yours.

"What? No, he's not making me date him, I really do love him," you say, trying to be as polite as possible, not wanting to cause a huge scene.

"Honey, you don't have to lie to me! Besides, you can do so much better. You need someone closer to your age," she plays with your hair.

You look around nervously, checking to see if John had finished in the washroom yet. When you still didn't see him, you mentally cursed him for leaving you to deal with this crazy woman who doesn't understand what 'no' means. You also prayed he'd be back soon so you could stop playing nice and get her to leave.

"I really don't, trust me, I've tried to date people my age, they're rude assholes," I say, trying to hint at her.

"You just haven't met the right one yet.." she whispers in your ear, her breath making you shudder in disgust and lose your appetite for breakfast.

"What's going on here?" John asks politely as he walks up to the table.

Once the woman is no longer looking at you and is looking at John instead, you mouthed the word 'help' behind her back, giving your lover a distressed look. You see a look of understanding in his eyes.

"Yes, well, you can do that without sitting on their lap, and besides, don't you have other customers to tend to?" His words quickly made her feel embarrassed, and she quickly left to do just that, but not before glancing back at you, winking at you and mouthing 'call me!'.

"Oh nothing, I was just telling your.. partner.. that they looked lovely today," the woman lied, giving him an uninterested look, giving him a quick once over.

You let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, your body relaxing as John moved back to his seat across from you.

"That was awful, thank you for that.. I see that look on your face, no matter how much you, or even I, wanna kill her, she is technically an innocent," you point out.

John raises an eyebrow at you, "That? I can tell you right now there was nothing innocent about that.. thing."

You roll your eyes and can't help but smile at his protectiveness, the fire in his eyes burning you to the core. Seeing him angry and possessive was always a sight, and it never failed to make you squirm in your seat.

"You know.. she really tipped me off my breakfast, maybe we could just.. Oh, I don't know.. Go home, take a hot shower.." You say, not trying to be subtle at all with your intentions.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," he gives a small smirk, the fire in his eyes that was burning with anger, now burning with desire.

"Well, let's not wait.. Jardani," you tease him, riding your foot up his leg, getting him excited.

Jardani shivers, from both your touch on his leg and you saying his real name. You calling him by his birth name always does things to him, and it will get you anything you want.

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amaramizuki666 · 1 year

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Dp x DC crossover

Soul speak part 1

"CONSTANTINE NO! IF YOU SUMMON HIM YOULL DIE!!" Zatanna screamed clutching her side red blood seeping from the gaps between her fingers. "I have no choice if I dont we wont be able to stop this thing" john says in an almost terrifyingly calm voice. Batman lay on the ground barely conscious with a hole in his shoulder. Red hood next to batman putting pressure on his injury.

"What are you two doing, the door isnt going to hold much longer!?!" Red hood yelled his free hand griping his pistol tightly figer on the trigger regretting not bringing live rounds.

"John PLEASE dont do this" zatanna pleads looking at her freind "sorry but this is our only chance at bringing down that, that THING" Constantine says as he finished drawing a summoning circle in his own blood. "I'm going to miss you zatanna your a good kid, watch over the others for me" john says, then starts chanting.

"ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ίภŦίภίtє гєคl๓ร, ί j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє รย๓๓๏ภ y๏ย. ί ๏ŦŦєг y๏ย ๓y ร๏ยl Ŧ๏г t♄︎є єxς♄︎คภgє ๏Ŧ y๏ยг Թгєรєภςє. ๏♄︎ ๔คгƙ ๏ภє ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ภєxt Թlคภє. Թคгίค♄︎ ๔คгƙ ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ๔єค๔ Թครร t♄︎г๏ยg♄︎ tί๓є คภ๔ รԹคςє t๏ ♄︎єє๔ ๓y Թlєค."

John on his knees crying silent tears as he chanted. He chanted the same thing over and over till finally the sigil of blood started to glow and turned from red to Lazarus green. A green fog lifted from the circle high in the air. The others in the room held their breath looking at what was happening. And with a snap the fog set ablaze like air born gas as a match it lit.

As the flames flickered out a blurry figure came into sight. A young man? Slender but muscular build but was slightly obscured by what seemed to be a cape, snowy white hair with something floating slightly above , pointed ears, and glowing green eyes where all that was visible of the being.

"ฬ♄︎y ๔๏ y๏ย รย๓๓๏ภ ๓є?" The creature asks, its voice echoy as if multiple people spoke at once. John looked at the thing in the circle clear confusion on his face. "Yo-your not pariah dark" John's voice craked. The being tilted its head "ภ๏ ί ค๓ ภ๏t Թคгίค♄︎, ภ๏ฬ ฬ♄︎y ๔๏ y๏ย รย๓๓๏ภ ๓є?" The being sighed. "No, no, NO, how did I mess this up, i needed to summon the king of the dead, now thanks to my fucking screw up that monster outside is going to kill everyone!" John panicked, he felt the blood in his veins freeze everyone in this building no in this city where going to be slaughtered by that demon outside starting with the people in the room with john.

"ร๏ y๏ย ภєє๔ t๏ ๓є t๏ รt๏Թ ค ๔є๓๏ภίς ๒єίภg, t♄︎คt ίร คll y๏ย ภєє๔є๔ t๏ รคy" the being says and steps out of the fire and smoke, its/his figur becoming fully viable. Adding to what they could already see, they boy looked to be early to late teens, had light green skin and white freckles. He was wearing a skin tight black body suit with white gloves and white boots, the chest area having an odd symbol on it. His cape looked to be made of the night sky its self and his crown floating above his head looked to be made of stars and green fire.

The boy walked past Constantine to where the door was. "ί ฬίll ๒є ๒คςƙ ίภ 10 ๓ίภยtєร, ๔๏ ภ๏t lєคvє" the being stated and fazed through the door leaving the room of shoked and injured people behind.

"What the hell was that!" Red hood hissed at john. "I dont know" john says quietly "what do you mean YOU DONT KNOW!!" Red hood snapped. "That was not what I was trying to summon" is the last thing that is said. The next 8 minutes quiet and tense.

When the entity fazed back through the door all eyes where on him. The boy staired back at the heros, eyes slowly dissecting each one though they seemed to stay on red hood and Constantine the longest.

"lєt ๓є ♄︎єlԹ y๏ย ฬίt♄︎ t♄︎є๓" the boy said and out stretched his hand two green blobs flew from his hand. One floated over to zatanna and the other to batman, they landed on the heros and both seemed to relax slightly.

"t♄︎๏รє ๒l๏๒ g♄︎๏รtร ฬίll ƙєєԹ t♄︎є๓ รtค๒lє tίll t♄︎єy гєςєίvє Թг๏Թєг ๓є๔ίςคl ςคгє, คร Ŧ๏г y๏ย j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє ฬє ภєє๔ t๏ ๔ίรςยรร Թคy๓єภt" the boy says looking at the blond in question. "The payment is void I offered my soul to the king of the dead not some child demon" john argued.

"ί ค๓ t♄︎є ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ίภŦίภίtє гєคl๓, ƙίภg Թ♄︎คภt๏๓, ๔єคŦєtєг ๏Ŧ Թคгίค♄︎ ๔คгƙ" the being said his eyes narrowed at john. "You defeated pariah?!?" John questions. The boy simply nods. "ภ๏ฬ Ŧ๏г ๓y Թคy๓єภt, y๏ย ๏ŦŦєгє๔ ๓є y๏ยг ร๏ยl ίร t♄︎คt รtίll ฬ♄︎คt y๏ย ฬίร♄︎ t๏ Թคy" the boy king asks.

John sighs feeling tired to his bones "there is no way out of this one, yes my soul is yours, king phantom of the dead" the blond mumbles. "ί єxєԹt t♄︎ίร Թคy๓єภt, y๏ย คгє ภ๏ฬ ๓ίภє, j๏♄︎ภ ς๏ภรtคภtίภє. ภ๏ฬ Ŧίгรt t♄︎ίภgร Ŧίгรt" the being says and gently lays his gloved hand on John's shoulder. John suddenly feels an overwhelming since of wholeness. Like a puzzle just got put together.

"What did you do?" John asks phantom. "ί гєợยίгє๔ t♄︎є Ŧгคg๓єภtร ๏Ŧ y๏ยг ร๏ยl y๏ย ร๏l๔ Թгєvί๏ยรly คภ๔ гєคttคς♄︎є๔ t♄︎є๓ t๏ ฬ♄︎คt lίttlє ๒ίt ๏Ŧ ร๏ยl y๏ย ♄︎ค๔ lєŦt" the boy says "wait how do you have the other fragments?" John asks. "ฬ♄︎єภ y๏ย ร๏l๔ y๏ยг ร๏ยl t๏ ๓є คll ๏t♄︎єг ς๏ภtгคςtร ๒єςค๓є v๏ί๔, ί ค๓ t♄︎є ƙίภg ๏Ŧ t♄︎є ๔єค๔ คภ๔ คll ฬ♄︎๏ гєรί๔є ίภ ๓y гєคl๓, ภ๏ภ ๏Ŧ t♄︎є๓ ฬίร♄︎ t๏ ςг๏รร ๓є" phantom explained.

"ภ๏ฬ ί ๓ยรt ๒є g๏ίภg" the boy king says then looks at John then to red hood "ί ๔๏ ภ๏t ฬคภt ๏г єxԹєςt y๏ย t๏ ๔๏ ๓y ๒ί๔๔ίภg ๏г ๒є ค รlคvє, jยรt ๔๏ ฬ♄︎คt y๏ย ยรคlly ๔๏, ๒ยt t♄︎є ภίg♄︎t ๒єŦ๏гє t♄︎є ภєxt Ŧยll ๓๏๏ภ ί ฬίll ς๏ภє ๒คςƙ t๏ รєє y๏ย คภ๔ ฬ♄︎єภ ί ๔๏ t♄︎คt ๏ภє ๓ยรt ๒є ฬίt♄︎ y๏ย" the king says and looks over at red hood pointedly then turns away from them.

Phantom walks over to the glowing green circle and stands inside "ยภtίl ภєxt tί๓є" are the last words he says before fading away. The sigil of green turning back to red. "What have you gotten us into?" Red hood mumbled "I have no clue" John says back.

#writing prompt #writing #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc comics #dc x dp #batfam #dc #jason todd #jhon constantine #john constantine

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pockettwinzz · 10 days

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Maybe if things were different - Jay fic

Jay's b'day special

𝜗ৎSynopsis𝜗ৎ : Jay was the perfect guy, the guy everyone was jealous of, the guy who always came in first place, the guy you loved, and you, he loved you. But of course if love was perfect, why would anyone ever be sad.

𝜗ৎwarnings𝜗ৎ : angst, lots of crying, sadistic, sad ending {forgive me please}

𝜗ৎAuthor's note𝜗ৎ : Happy birthday to jay <3 he deserves the whole fucking world and i'm so so sorry for such a sadistic fic but i just couldn't think of anything else T^T! Also I wrote this on 18.04 so it's kinda rushed {sorry T.T}

𝜗ৎwc𝜗ৎ : 1.4k

𝜗ৎ dividers and moodboard are by @dollywons 𝜗ৎ

The first time I saw him, he was sitting in the back of the class, his head tilted down so that his dark brown hair fell over his face. His shoulders were hunched, as if he were trying to make himself smaller, but even then, there was something about the way he moved that made me think he was much larger than he appeared. His fingers were long and slender, and when he'd finally look up, his eyes would be so cold, they could freeze over the hottest summer day. Everyone was afraid of him, except for me.

I couldn't explain it then, and I still can't now, but there was something about him that drew me in, that made me want to know more. It was like there was this fire burning inside of him, just waiting to be set free, and even though everyone else was too scared to get close enough to see it, I felt like I could reach out and touch it.

One day, after class, I mustered up the courage to walk over to his desk and ask him a question about the homework. He looked up at me, those icy cat eyes narrowing, and I felt my heart start to race. "J-jay, do you mind helping me with my math homework?" But instead of the harsh retort I was expecting, he actually answered my question, his voice soft and gentle, "Sure". It was then that I realized that underneath that tough exterior, he was just as fragile as the rest of us.

As the weeks went by, we found ourselves talking more and more, sometimes even laughing together. I could see a glimpse of the real Jay, the one who wasn't so cold and distant, and it made me feel like I was the only one who truly understood him.

One day, after school, Jay asked if I wanted to go for a walk with him. I hesitated for a moment, but I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my stomach at the thought of spending time alone with him. We ended up walking by the lake, watching the ducks swim and the sunset paint the sky in hues of orange and pink. It was the most peaceful I had ever felt in his company.

As we walked, Jay told me about his childhood, about how he'd always felt like an outsider, even among his own family. I listened intently, my heart aching for him, and when he finally fell silent, I found myself reaching out to take his hand. He didn't pull away, and for a brief moment, our fingers intertwined. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to me.

"Yn," he said, looking into my eyes, "I've never told anyone that before." I knew he was referring to the story of his past, and I felt honored that he had chosen to share it with me.

We continued walking, our fingers still entwined, and I could feel the tension beginning to ease from his shoulders. He seemed to be more at ease with me than he ever had with anyone else. I wondered what it was about me that made him feel this way, but I didn't want to ruin the moment by asking.

As we strolled along the water's edge, Jay asked me about my own life, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I hadn't with anyone else. He listened intently, nodding along as I spoke, and when I finished, he gave me this small, understanding smile. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

We must have talked for hours, about everything under the sun, but somehow, the time just flew by. The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of indigo and violet, and the air grew cooler, but neither of us wanted to stop talking. It felt like we could go on like that forever.

Eventually, though, we heard the distant sound of car horns and realized that it was getting late. Jay squeezed my hand gently, as if to say that he didn't want the evening to end either, but we knew we had to go back.

As we walked back home, our steps seemed to fall into an easy rhythm, like we'd been walking together for years instead of just a few hours. I could feel a newfound closeness between us, a connection that transcended our friendship.

It was as if we were two halves of the same whole, and together, we completed each other.

We didn't say much as we walked, content to enjoy the silence and the feeling of being together. When we finally reached the bustop, it was dark and noisy, the streets were as busy as they always were. Jay hesitated for a moment before turning to face me, his expression serious.

"Yn," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, "I want you to know that tonight, being with you, it meant everything to me." His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel a lump form in my throat.

"Jay," I replied, my voice just as quiet, "I feel the same way." I knew what I was saying was a huge risk, but I couldn't help myself. I wanted him to know how much he meant to me, how much I cared about him.

He smiled then, a small, sad smile, and reached up to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. It sent a wave of warmth through my entire body, and I felt my heart skip a beat. "You really are special, Yn," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

His words made my heart ache with longing. I wanted nothing more than for him to understand how I felt, to know that I wasn't just his friend, but so much more. But I couldn't bring myself to say the words out loud. Instead, I leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against my lips.

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the contact, before opening them again and looking into my eyes. There was a depth to his gaze that I had never seen before, as if he was trying to communicate something beyond words. I wanted nothing more than to be with him, to explore this newfound connection and see where it might lead.

Jay leaned forward, i could feel his warm breaths. "I wish things were different," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion. "I wish I could show you how much you mean to me."

My heart ached at his words, knowing all too well that we were stuck in this impossible situation. "J-jay" I replied softly, unable to meet his eyes. "What do you mean?" My voice trailed off as I struggled to find the words to express what I was feeling. "Yn..... I-I'm sorry" He spoke as tears left his eyes as he turned away and began walking away.

I stood there, my body frozen, all alone in the crowd, tears bawling out of my eyes.

I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with Jay openly, to share our love with the world. To see where our connection might lead us. But I knew that was not an option. Not after how he left me....

The days after that night were so bitter. Everytime i looked up to his eyes, they were always filled with a mix of longing and guilt with a hint of sadness.

As much as we wanted to be together, we couldn't deny the reality of our situation. His parents would never allow it, and they held all the power. They could take away everything that we had if they found out how we truly felt about each other. It was a risk we couldn't afford to.

Everytime I'd catch him staring at me, I wanted to tell him it was okay, that I understood why he was doing this, but the words caught in my throat. How could I possibly make him understand when I didn't even fully understand myself?

I knew that he was trying to protect me, to spare me from the inevitable pain that would come if we continued to pursue this forbidden love. But every time he tried to distance himself from me, a tiny piece of my heart seemed to shatter. It was a constant, aching reminder of the impossible situation we found ourselves in.

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cinnamonroll-anon · 5 months

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Soft Confessions: Sun Wukong x Reader

a/n:This is from a Pov I did for a Sun Wukong playlist. This will hopefully be the start of me writing for more characters on fandoms that I enjoy!

Warnings: First time writing, Fluff, Comfort, Gender Neutral, Nicknames, (he calls you Peaches and Baby). After having a particularly long day you find yourself extremely tired, unbeknownst to you, a certain monkey king has grown worried for you and he has a plan to cheer you up.

Today had been a long day. You were exhausted and your whole body ached. You wanted to finally get home and collapse, but fate had different plans. A certain monkey king had missed you the entire day. The day had kept you so occupied that you had to ignore all of Wukong's texts. With his growing emotions for you, and your sudden disappearance, made him grow anxious.

Did you find out? How could you have found out? Was he too obvious? Did you think it was too weird? Did you suddenly grow tired of him? Were you angry at him?

He finally got up from flower fruit mountain and decided that he was going to do something about this. He went to get food from Pigsy's and not so subtly asked if anyone had seen or heard from you.

"I saw them on their way home, but they didn't look so good. They barely waved at me and they looked a bit down" Mei pitched in.

This won't do, not at all in this monkeys head. He had a mission. You, his most precious friend, feeling down in the dumps and not telling him? Unacceptable. He's supposed to be there for you! Luckily for you he already had a plan.

So here you are in your room about to take your shoes off when your phone springs to life. You wearily find your phone and look at the screen. It was Wukong, he was calling you. You quickly answered

"Um hello?", You meekly answered.

"Hey Peaches! Whats the matter? You haven't answered me all day." His energetic voice rang through the phone.

"Um I've just been really busy and tired today. Can you call me later? I'm gonna take a nap." You said as you were just about to hang up.

"NO NO NO! PLEASE DON'T HANG UP!" He practically screeched.

"Okay, okay, I'm listening!"

"Its just that, I've missed you all day and was wondering if you could make some time to hang out with me? Please, I promise you it'll be worth it!" he begged.

"Yeah, I'll hangout with you" you said as you let out a sigh.

"Great I'll be over to pick you up!"

"Wait, pick me up? Where are we going? Um Sun? Hello?" It was too late, he had already hung up the phone. You were okay if he was coming over to chill out with you, but he's taking you out. You weren't sure if you were gonna have the energy to last through whatever shenanigans he had in store for you. A couple of knocks at your door snapped you from your thoughts. You sluggishly opened the door to reveal the one and only Monkie King.

"Hey Peaches, you ready to go?" He beamed with a bright smile.

"Actually, I didn't get time to get changed, I'll quickly get ready-" you replied, just about to go back inside of your house until an arm yanked you backwards.

"Don't worry you look great, now lets go!" He dragged you and pulled you close to his chest. Before you can even process what was going on you were already on a cloud, flying over the city. The sight was beautiful, it was around noon and the sun getting ready to set. You also took in the fact that you were pressed so close to Sun Wukong. He was so warm and comforting, you felt your face heat up at the thought.

"So, is this your plan for hanging out?" You spoke, trying to occupy yourself on anything other than the overwhelming heat on your face.

"You kidding, this is only the beginning. You just sit tight and let me do the rest, okay Peaches?" He leaned down and replied with a mischievous grin. If you weren't burning up before now you were on fire, you quickly pressed your head to his chest in hopes of him not spotting your embarrassed face. Meanwhile Sun Wukong looked down at your antics and allowed a light blush to dust his face, you were just too cute! He quickly looked up, praying to any deity that you didn't see his slip up.

"Looks like we're here" he said as the cloud lowered itself onto a little hill. The wind blew gently on the grass and there was a lonely tree. You felt like you could see the entire world from that hill, the sun letting its golden light swallow the view. As you were taking in the sight, Sun Wukong began walking towards the tree, you spotted him moving and followed behind. When you both arrived at the other side of the tree you saw spotted a picnic blanket, food from Pigsy's, a small bowl of fruit and a box of pastries.

"I heard that you weren't having a great day and decided 'hey why not surprise you", he spoke with a soft voice, scratching the back of his neck while looking away. You felt your heart flutter at his sentiment, so caught up in your head you entirely missed a lovely pink adorning his face.

You both spent the time eating, talking about your individual days and laughing at his jokes. After the laughter died down you both looked at the scene, the sun was now setting letting its most beautiful hues light up the sky. The nearby clouds also dressed in their finest pinks and oranges, all blending together to make a breathtaking sunset. Your attention snapped to Sun Wukong when he began to move around. He pulled up his phone and began to type on it, soon music came from it. He placed his phone on the blanket and got up. He then put his attention to you "May I have this dance?" he asked smugly while bowing and offering you his hand.

You felt that familiar heat engulf your face as you extended your hand into his. He gently pulled you up and you began dancing, at first it was formal but then you both lost each other to the music, simply enjoying the moment. You both had danced for a while before Wukong brought you in close to him.

"Peaches, I've been wanting to tell you this for a while, and its that I love you. Just you existing in my life has made it so much better. I feel honored that you let me be your friend and let me learn more about you. I've lived through alot of things but, I know that if I had to live through it all just to see you, to see you smile, I would do it all over again. And I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with me." He said his face turning a shade of red.

"Sun, yes, I'd love to go out with you. If I'm being honest I've had feelings for you as well, its just that I didn't want to ruin our friendship. I mean you're literally The Monkey King, and your a great person to be around." you responded.

He let out an exaggerated sigh of relief "Thank goodness I was scared that i would've ruined it and that we wouldn't be friends anymore" he said letting his shoulders relax.

You laughed at his response and you gave him a hug. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around you and returned the hug.

"Hey Sun?"

"Yes baby?"

"My feet are tired"

He then burst into laughter. "Wow, i thought I was gonna be the one to kill the mood". He said in between his laughter, then he grabbed your hand gently and led you back to the picnic blanket under the tree. You both sat down and watched how the sun was almost hidden under the horizon. You then felt a wave of drowsiness hit you and you found it harder to keep your eyes open. Feeling sleep slowly creeping over you, you tried to get as comfortable as you could. You leaned on Sun Wukong and rested your head on his shoulder. You felt him tense up before slowly relaxing. He then carefully wrapped and arm around you and gave you a gentle yet reassuring squeeze.

"Its okay peaches, I'll stay here with you" he gave you the softest smile. Soon you felt yourself gradually drift off to sleep. Before you could fully knock out you felt a small kiss on your forehead.

"I love you peaches, get some rest."

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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When Life Gives You Bandmates, Make A Mess Out Of Them

Huh Yunjin x Nakamura Kazuha

Length: 2830 words

Tags: idol x idol, falling in love, getting the hots for someone, in heat but totally not gay, sweaty and scared, in denial, lesbian sex, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, turning-someone-gay kink, making out, passionate sex, squirting, rubbing on each other, pit licking, pit kink, taking control, totally_straight!Yunjin / confident!Kazuha

TW: disclaimer: it's just a fic with kinks--no, you can't turn people gay/straight with force, but you should know that

Inspiration: @friskyriskywhisky once send an ask a looooong time ago with "J-line getting all the girls" and this suddenly came up, so I made this.

(A/N: Hope you like this idol x idol piece with a fucking great ship tbh. L4 is still in the works)

"Hurry up, we're pressed for time."

The photographer slaps his thigh repeatedly, each smack transferring his stress to everyone around him. Kazuha quickly steps up, with her simple yet addictingly beautiful outfit and long strands of chocolate colored hair. Her bandmate however is still nowhere to be seen.

"Where is the other?" the photographer sighs and turns to one of the staff members. The woman shrugs and walks towards the dressing room, shouting one name over and over again.

"Yunjin! Yunjin, hurry up! We don't have all day!"

"I'm sorry!" Yunjin shouts in panic as she sprints out from underneath her stylists busy hands, through other staff members until she's right next to Kazuha.

"Ah perfect," the photographer says and picks up his large camera. "The behind the scenes team is also ready, so please get into position. Facing each other, hands on—you know the drill."

The two girls nod, it's not their first shooting session after all. Business as usual, one could say, nothing too special, too crazy—yet something is building up. You never know, until it's too late.

My heart is beating faster, Yunjin thinks and takes a deep breath. I should not have sprinted here.

"A bit closer please," the photographer gestures with his hands.

Kazuha takes a confident step forward, Yunjin hesitates.

That's a bit too close—wait, what is this? Why does she smell so good?

"Try to lock eyes, gaze a little," he shouts with anticipation.

Kazuha has her eyes already locked on target, when Yunjin slowly raises her head.

Wha—do-don't look at me like that!

For a fraction of a second, a smirk. Yunjin can barely keep her wrist on the younger's shoulder.

"Perfect."

Perfect indeed. Fuck, why is she so pretty?

Kazuha smirks.

No matter how fierce and cool her facade is, Yunjin can't hide it anymore. She averts her eyes, her head to the side and, as if her heart is directly connected to her lips, she cracks a wide, shy smile. Kazuha joins her and they both begin to giggle.

"Nice, nice, very good," the photographer praises and someone from the behind the scenes crew gives a thumbs up. "Great content, well done girls."

"Shall we go again?" Kazuha asks, her lips still formed in a cheerful smile, and Yunjin can't help but stare. If it were up to her—

Please, again, Zuha.

Wait, fuck, what am I even thinking?

"It was perfect, I think we got everything,” the photographer responds. “Time for your solo pictures."

Kazuha gives a thumbs up and tries to leave the set, but Yunjin is still frozen before her, eyes a bit teary, arms a bit shaky, her smile a bit wider than usual.

"Yunjin-unnie, would you please—"

"Ahhh, of course, Zuha," Yunjin jumps and flails before getting out of Kazuha's way. "Sorry, I'm a bit lost today."

"Nah, it's fine," Kazuha waves her Unnies' worries off. "It's kinda cute."

With a wink the younger girl disappears behind the dressing room door. Yunjin's face starts to burn. The rosy flush that was about to settle on her features turns to the red of fire and no fire truck can cool off her heart right now. Flames engulf it again and again, as if someone keeps pouring gasoline on it.

What's wrong with her today? No, what's wrong with me today? Just a photoshoot, and of course she is pretty, Chaewon is pretty too, Sakura too—no, that's not it.

But she smells so good, and her smile, those lips, the way she is confident yet acts shy at the same time—

Yunjin reaches for one of the water bottles and settles down, somewhere far away from the clicking of the cameras. No behind the scenes footage of her should exist right now, it's already a bit embarrassing that they captured her being somewhat unprofessional earlier.

Seriously, get your act together, She tells herself. What about it? Not that I haven’t seen pretty people before, not that I like girls that way. Probably just overworked, curse this comeback schedule.

A couple of minutes later, Kazuha steps out of the dressing room, a blanket wrapped around her body. It hides her new outfit and her great body. For some reason, Yunjin has to think of the latter first, but she tries to shake it off and takes another sip from her bottle.

“Ready for the final set of pictures?” the photographer asks as one of the stylists combs and curls the final strands of Kazuha’s immaculate hair.

“Yes, where should I put this blanket?”

“Just put it on the floor, we’ll focus on your upper body for now.”

Like the curtains to a theatrical masterpiece, the gray blanket rolls off of Kazuha’s shoulder to reveal something so marvelous, Yunjin almost spits out the water in her mouth, shit.

The japanese girl wears a large, open cardigan loosely hanging from one of her shoulders. Tight skinny jeans wrap around her hips, but thank God they do not hide her belly button and chiseled abs, the product of hard work and divine favoritism. What makes Yunjin gawk the most however is the exposed part of skin above Kazuha’s chest, a biteable collarbone, a lickable shoulder, fuck, I’d bite and lick my way up to her lips, oh my God, she is so fucking hot.

Her Dongsaeng begins to take poses and make expressions that strike Yunjin’s body with heat, from head to toes, but most importantly, around her heart and at her crotch. Her eyes linger on the skin as she fans air to herself, but every attempt at cooling her off is futile. Kazuha just goes on, face disinterested, hand placed to the side of her head—that’s just personal now.

Yunjin tries to turn around, rather looking at the white concrete wall instead of the flawless skin she'd love to place hickeys on—she already failed and continues to stare. She can feel a tiny trail of her own wetness run down her trembling thighs and her drooling mouth falls open slowly. Luckily, no one is paying attention to her right n—

The camera. Behind the scene footage of her at the worst possible time. There is no explaining the rosiness of her cheeks or the glassiness of her eyes. Yunjin turns away from the camera and then back to it.

"Ah," she groans and dramatically fans air to herself. "It's so hot today, I—I need some water."

Shit, that was so stupid, Yunjin thinks as she tries to laugh it off. To make it worse, the cameraman gets closer, confused at the joke and her expression. Yunjin makes a finger heart, then hides her face in embarrassment.

Oh my God, I'm such an idiot. The only thing hot here is Zuha, for fucks sake. Why am I tripping so hard?

Why is she making me trip so hard?

Yunjin twists in turns underneath her sheets. It’s too hot beneath them, but it’s impossible for her to fall asleep without it. Sweat builds up on her legs, cooling them; it’s completely different in between her legs. The liquid building up there just makes the heat worse, it makes her more desperate and pushes her into a frenzy.

I need her so bad. Zuha, you make me go crazy!

Yunjin opens her eyes. The surprisingly strong light of the moon shines through the open window, onto the bed beside her. In their dorm, Yunjin shares a room with the person she longs for—it feels more like a curse than a blessing as of now though. Kazuha’s toned back, partially covered by her sports bra, is turned to Yunjin, but it suffices to start the elders' fantasies.

Zuha, I-I want to feel her skin, the shoulders, the back, then the abs, God, those hard, perfect abs. I need to grab them, hng.

Fuck it.

“Zuha, are you still awake?” Yunjin whispers, her voice seconds before breaking, her fingers entangled in the hem of her shorts.

“Yes, Unnie,” Kazuha whispers back and turns around. She looks beautifully sleepy, eyes narrow, blanket pressed to her chest. Small beads of sweat on her temple show that she is somewhat hot as well. “You keep turning all the time, it’s pretty loud.”

“I-I’m sorry about that, bu-but—” Yunjin takes a deep breath.

“—it’s your fault, Zuha-yah.”

Yunjin climbs out of her bed and walks over to Kazuha’s. The Japanese girl looks at her confused and sits upright on the mattress. Yunjin can’t help but stare down at the perfect figure, the heaving chest, the thick thighs, I’m so sorry, Kazuha.

“I need you, Zuha.”

“Unnie? What’s wrong with you?”

“Please touch me.”

Yunjin pulls down her shorts to about her knees to reveal her shaven crotch drenched in slick arousal. She squirms and shivers when a tiny breeze comes through the wide open window, her eyes are unable to look at Kazuha, yet it is the only thing she wants to look at.

“Please, Zuha-yah, your fi-fingers, I—”

Yunjin’s voice is tiny, very weak. She is not sure Kazuha even hears the words, let alone understand what she means. It's a tense moment where fear and arousal reach a new peak for Yunjin, I can’t think of anything else—what have I done? This was stupid.

Suddenly, hands on Yunjin’s hips, a warm touch on both sides. When she re-opens her eyes, Kazuha’s face is on eye-level with her and so close. Lips could almost touch, and Yunjin breaths heavily through her nostrils as she becomes stiff. Kazuha looks unimpressed.

“I did not know you swing this way, Unnie,” she says and pulls Yunjin onto the bed, having her face close at all times. “I thought you liked guys.”

“W-well, I, uhm—ah!”

Yunjin moans long and deep when Kazuha’s palm suddenly cups her pussy. A long drag by the middle finger, from her entrance, over her lips and clit to her navel—Kazuha has her pinned to the bed with a single digit. The younger idol smiles for a second but then her unimpressed, somewhat annoyed expression returns and she blows air on Yunjin’s cheeks.

“Ts, you can’t even admit it. That is kinda sad.”

Kazuha’s hand roams Yunjin’s tummy, then moves up and over the mid-sized, covered breasts. Yunjin groans as her hard nipples get rubbed through the fabric, the jolt of stimulation sends her hips upwards. She is bucking them upwards, please Kazuha, touch me, use your hands, but instead, Kazuha put one hand beneath Yunjin’s head.

“Where do you want this?” Kazuha asks and drags her finger over Yunjin’s chest again while forcing her head to watch with the pillow-like hand.

“A-at my cro-crotch.”

“Aw, Unnie, that was nothing. Try again.”

“I-I want them in my p-pussy, plea-please.”

“Almost there, Unnie.”

“Please, Kazuha, finger my pussy!”

“Good girl, Yunjin.”

Kazuha wastes no time and quickly searches for Yunjin’s slit. Quick rubs over Yunjin’s clit makes the elders head go haywire, before Kazuha inserts two of her digits into the wet cavern. Yunjin moans loudly, her body instinctively trying to force the fingers to move in order to feel them craze her cunt. Kazuha pulls them out however and rolls her eyes.

“So greedy,” she says and makes Yunjin look at her awaiting cunt, fingers not inside anymore. “Greedy girls don’t get what they want, Yunjin.”

“Kazuha, please,” Yunjin whines and pouts her dry lips.

“Admit it,” Kazuha says sternly, ring finger circling Yunjin’s clit. “Or are you just a bit lost today, like earlier, during the shoot? Do you like guys, and hope that I am one of them? It’s just a phase, huh? Not real feelings, just something that you talked yourself into, right?”

“Hng.”

Yunjin groans, her face burning from desire and shame, a lot of uncertainty engulfing her, but at the same time, the answer, the right answer is so painfully obvious. Kazuha is so hot, hotter than any person ever, literally flawless, and her fingers are so close, ah!

“Say it, Yunjin.

“Say it.”

“Ka-Kazuha, you—

“—you made me gay!”

Kazuha smiles and slams her hand onto Yunjin’s pussy. The short burst of pain makes Yunjin gasp, but what leaves her truly speechless is the two fingers that start to pump and curl inside her heat. Kazuha pulls Yunjin’s hair, makes her look at how eagerly her cunt takes the digits. Yunjin can’t deal with it, her mind goes blank, her moans become feral. She screams repeatedly when Kazuha makes sure that her palm grinds vigorously on her clit

“Ruin this bed, Yunjin,” Kazuha groans, her voice becoming lower and more sultry. “Sweat on it, drool on it, cum on it. Spray your juice all over it and you’ll be a good gay girl.”

Kazuha! You’re so good at this, I want nothing more, only your touch, your fingers, your body! I’m so gay for you, ah!

“Kazuha, I-I’m so close—no, I’m cumming!”

Kazuha giggles and focuses on Yunjin’s clit more. No more words, just a booming scream that fills the entire dorm, even the street outside. Someone standing beneath the window, however high it may be up, surely knows what’s happening upstairs in the shared room. Someone launches their nectar out of her cunt in an orgasmic release while the other smiles and kisses her tenderly, continuously teasing the entrance to get a bit more squirt out.

Your fingers, your lips, Kazuha~

“You came so much, Yunjin,” Kazuha says happily, rosy cheeks and the biggest of smiles. Yunjin loses herself in the younger’s hazelnut eyes, her own full with tears of overstimulation. Suddenly, Kazuha starts to remove Yunjin’s bra, then undresses herself. Before Yunjin can react, they are both fully naked and Kazuha is on top of her, breasts, abs and pussies rubbing against each other.

“You have an amazing figure, Yunjin. Bigger breasts and a firm butt.”

Kazuha gently slaps the latter and watches Yunjin melt even more into the wet bed.

“Y-you too, Kazuha. I-I want to touch all of it.”

“Then do it, silly,” Kazuha chuckles. “Your arms have been stiff this entire time. Just feel me up—or do you like this more?”

Kazuha entangles her fingers with Yunjins and then pins both her hands above her head onto a pillow. Yunjin looks and feels even more open now, as her sweaty, smooth pits are exposed and her amazing figure is in perfect view now.

“Kazuha~”

“You like this, don’t you? My gay little girl wants me to touch her more, right?”

“Yes~”

With a big smirk, Kazuha starts to grind on Yunjin. Stiff nipples rub stiff nipples, a hard clit rubs another hard clit, curves and curves start to become one entity. Kazuha kisses all over Yunjin’s face, from ear to ear, over cheeks, chin or nose, until they engage in a passionate make out session, which urges Kazuha to grind her cunt faster on Yunjin’s.

“You like this, Yunjin?” Kazuha asks, lips still loosely connected to Yunjins. Drool runs from her mouth as she nods. Kazuha shifts the focus of her tongue further down and then suddenly to the right, orbs still locked with the heavily breathing, moaning girl below her.

“What about this?”

Gently, Kazuha starts to lick across Yunjin’s exposed pit, the salty sweat hitting her taste buds, but instead of making her back off, they urge her to lick faster. Yunjins mouth is agape, her hips begin to work in tandem with Kazuhas to give more stimulation to her dripping pussy.

“B-but it’s s-so sweaty,” Yunjin stutters, against the natural reaction of her body which is to succumb to Kazuha’s marvelous play on this sensitive spot.

“That’s why I like it so much,” Kazuha responds in a sexy hum and kisses, sucks even on the skin in the pit; everything to push the whimpering girl into another orgasm, which works faster than she would have imagined. A lot more quietly this time, Yunjin’s wets the bed and her legs in a fountain-like squirt while Kazuha makes out with her hairless armpit.

A little more than a minute later, the two of them lay in their own beds, dressed in new clothes, breaths still quick, but trying to sleep nonetheless. Yunjin faces the wall, in heaven and at the same time embarrassed. She tries to close her eyes, but they can’t stay closed yet. She turns to Kazuha’s bed and peeks right into Kazuha’s sleepy face.

“Sleep tight, Unnie. Try not to keep me awake this time.”

“S-sure, Zuha.”

Yunjin wobbles to the breakfast table. Kazuha and Chaewon are already sitting and eating their cereal, while Sakura is in the kitchen making coffee. Yunjin’s heart beats faster, but she tries to play it cool and just sits down next to Kazuha like she usually does. As she reaches for the cereal however, Chaewon slams her hands on the table and her face turns bright red.

“You-you are a screamer!” she shouts at Yunjin. “Control your voice next time, jeez!”

The room goes deadly silent, as if all the life had been snapped away.

“Huh?!”

(A/N2: Adding some Kazuha and Yunjin for beauty appreciation just because!)

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #le sserafim yunjin smut #le sserafim smut #lesserafim smut #yunjin smut #kazuha smut #idol x idol smut #le sserafim kazuha smut

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mins-fins · 6 months

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LABYRINTH (L.CH)

SUMMARY . . . it's really easy to just say "i'm fine" and go on with it, anton doesn't take it, though.

PAIRING . . . anton lee x male!reader

GENRE . . . fluff, light light angst

WARNINGS . . . mentions of sleep deprivation

WORD COUNT . . . 0.7k

NOTES . . . *taps mic* hi anton lovers, hi again riize fandom, i love anton hes just so 😢 anyway i didn't willingly make this the demons stole my computer and typed it out for me 🙏 *crowd cheers and applauses and fire alarms go off and the place explodes*

. . . my beloved mother (aka the best and only elif i know) @jinkiseason asked to be tagged so here you go (you better read this 😡) (i made it in your wc range/j)

"y/n".

said boy startles, almost hitting his head on the counter. he groans, covering his face for a moment. once his eyesight registers, he looks up to see his roommate, whose eyes are focused on the textbooks set on the kitchen counter. "shit sorry, what time is it?" he asks, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"it's two am" y/n swears he almost gasps out loud when he hears. two? as in two in the morning? that can't be.. "i— i'm sorry did i disturb you? i didn't mean to fall asleep i just—"

"no no" anton cuts into his sentence. "your not disturbing me.. i— why are you sleeping on the kitchen counter?"

how long did i doze off for?

"i was.." y/n pauses as he catches anton's gaze, he recognizes that gaze. he's seen it from his parents, his older siblings, his ex lovers, his friends, and just.. strangers. anton already knows how he's going to respond. "studying".

anton closes his eyes, sighing, and y/n feels that recognizable shame curl in his gut. "y/n.. what time did you start studying?"

y/n goes silent once again, disappointedly looking down at the kitchen counter as he begins to drag his finger up and down it, trying to distract himself. he feels another curl of shame in his gut when he hears anton sigh, again.

"y/n—"

"i know i know, i'm sorry" he immediately says, feeling like he did something wrong, anton's tone of voice was really stressing him out, he hated that tone of voice, he hated the way it was so recognizable and how anxious it made him feel. "i didn't mean to upset you".

anton simply blinks, then shakes his head. "it's not your fault" he whispers, walking up to y/n and rubbing a hand up and down his back. "y/n i worry about you".

y/n musters up a smile, but he's so tired he can't even keep it up, frowning immediately. "i have so many exams this week.. this is my best bet—"

"no, you need to sleep".

y/n chuckles sleepily, his eyes barely able to stay open. "it's okay, i can rest after my exams are ove—"

"do you really think i'm gonna let you do that?"

y/n pauses, biting the inside of his cheek. he almost laughs once again, but he stays silent. anton looks at him for a moment; then closes his textbook. "come on".

"come on where?"

"your going to sleep" anton states, he doesn't ask or even wait for an answer, he just says it like he knows what he's doing. y/n looks at him like he just said something crazy, but anton doesn't budge.

"what?"

anton looks at him for a split second, sighing. "i don't want you to disagree with me, your going to sleep whether you like it or not".

y/n scoffs; "i'm not even tire—"

"its two in the morning, you studied all day, you are going to sleep".

anton grabs his arm, helping him stand up and dragging him away from the kitchen counter. y/n lightly yelps, but it's quiet. "anton, seriously, i don't need sleep, i'm fine i don't—"

"you need to stop trying to argue with me" anton mutters, turning on the sink and handing y/n his toothbrush. "i care about you, and your going to sleep, whether you like it or not".

y/n finally sighs, he stops trying to argue with anton, which makes the other smile. he grabs his toothbrush, hoping he's not that tired and can successfully do it.

"when was the last time you even got a full eight hours?"

y/n gives anton a look, not being able to respond because he's brushing his teeth, he lightly shoves his shoulder and anton laughs. that's pretty ironic considering anton barely gets sleep himself.

"your talking about eight hours?" y/n says, rinsing his mouth before looking back up. "you barely get sleep yourself".

"yeah but this is about you is it not?"

"i hate you".

anton deadpans for a moment, snickering. "no you don't" he easily responds, smiling. "now chop chop, you need to sleep".

"don't rush me".

"i will if i want to! come on, sleep!"

y/n sighs, yawning, but follows.

#anton lee #lee chanyoung #riize #anton riize #riize anton #riize imagines #riize scenarios #riize drabbles #anton imagines #riize x reader #riize x male reader #anton x reader #anton x male reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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pankowperfection · 1 year

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Can't Go Back

Summary: Years of resenting JJ for hating you finally comes to a boiling point

Warnings: smut, drinking, mentions of weed, semi public sex, rough sex, 18+

A/N: this one goes out to @pankhoeforlife and the season 3 obx trailer that made us both feral. also gif credits to @pankhoeforlife

You were a Pogue through and through, growing up on the Cut and always hanging out with the rest of the gang. For as long as you could remember, JJ had always been cold towards you. He had no issues spending time with Kie or even Sarah, but for some reason whenever you came around he made an excuse to disappear.

Over the years your crush on him grew deeper. The soft, cute roundness of a younger guy turned into sharp lines and strong muscles of a man. You lived for the days where you got to watch him surf from the beach, manipulating his body in ways that took your breath away.

Of course you weren't the only one who took notice of his change in looks. There was no shortage of local girls or tourons who weren't lined up and ready to jump into bed with him. His reputation had gotten out of hand, a supposed god at using his tongue and extremely skilled at fucking girls into oblivion.

Kie was tired of you pouting at the bonfire tonight, making sure your cup was never empty. "Are you trying to get me drunk?" you slurred, head already buzzing from the previous drinks she'd made you.

"Nah, I just want you to have fun. Let's go dance!"

Reluctantly you let her lead you over towards the other party goers, swaying your bodies together to the music. As the minutes passed you started to actually enjoy yourself, laughing and dancing with Sarah and Kie.

At some point you ended up alone while they went to refill their cups. You wandered around, searching for John B or Pope to keep you company. Instead you stumbled upon JJ, making out with some blonde tourist a few feet away from the fire. Anger flushed hot through your body, storming over to where their bodies were wrapped around each other.

He heard you approaching, breaking the kiss just in time for you to throw the rest of your drink in his face. "I fucking hate you! Why do you sleep with anyone else but me?," you scream, not caring that people are starting to stare. You can see the rage behind his blue eyes, silently wiping the alcohol from his face before pushing to his feet.

"Let me take care of her, before she embarrasses herself even more." The girl laughs, shooting JJ a flirty wink that makes you lunge to punch her in the face. He wraps his arms around your body, throwing you over his shoulder like nothing as he carries you away from the crowd.

"JJ, I swear if you don't put me down I'm gonna kill you." You slap at his back, desperate to get free of the iron grip he has across your thighs.

"Shut up y/n. You've caused enough trouble for one night." He stomps the rest of the way up to his bike, setting you down on your feet.

You watch as he throws one leg over, straddling the machine, muscles rippling beneath his cutoff t-shirt. You've never been more turned on in your life, something about the way he was in total control and how his body looked perched on the seat made you snap into action.

You close the short distance between you, leaning over the handle bars and grabbing onto the back of his head. You slam your lips into his, savoring the flavor of beer mixed with the signature JJ tinge of weed.

At first he's so shocked he doesn't respond, but after a few seconds his hands are in your hair, angling your head to deepen the kiss as his tongue swipes into your mouth.

He's the first to pull away, dismounting the bike and backing you up against the nearest tree. His hands are rough, tugging the ties on your swim top before tossing it away, instantly going to roll your nipples between his fingers. You groan at the feeling, pushing your chest forward to meet him.

He smirks darkly, sliding one hand down your torso before teasing just underneath the waistband of your shorts. "J please. Touch me."

He chuckles, undoing the button and zipper of your shorts before pushing them down to your ankles. Suddenly you're facing away from him, hands against the tree as he pulls your ass backwards.

His hot breath tickles your ear before you feel his teeth sink into your neck, surely leaving a huge bruise for everyone to see. "I plan to do a lot more than touch you princess. Just know, there's no going back after this."

You hear his zipper, mind racing at the thought of him stretching and filling you. He teases his cock through your folds, letting a moan slip at the feeling of your hot skin against his. "For someone who hates me, you're pretty wet," he teases, catching his cock on the edge of your entrance.

You can't wait any longer, throwing your hips back and forcing him to fill you up. You both curse at the sensations, your back arching naturally to let him in deeper. "Fuck, you feel like heaven. You better hold on tight sweetheart."

His grip on your hips is tight enough to bruise but you don't care, lost in the feeling of his cock slamming in and out of you. His pace is brutal, each powerful thrust knocking your body forwards against the tree, bark biting into your bare breasts. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending you closer and closer to your high.

He winds one hand into your hair, pulling roughly and making you cry out at the burn. The new angle sends him impossibly deeper, brushing against your cervix with each thrust. "Oh shit. I'm gonna cum J, don't stop."

A few strokes later and you fall apart with a scream, clenching his cock as wave after wave of euphoria washes over you. "Fuck y/n," he groans into your ear, hips stilling as you feel his hot cum fill you up. You wince when he pulls out, already sore from his size and his roughness.

When you turn around to face him you melt at the smile on has face, dimples on display as he takes in your fucked out appearance. "Well, that wasn't how I expected tonight to go. Next time you want to hook up, please don't throw a drink in my face."

You shove him playfully, letting him lead you back over to his dirt bike. Once again you have to stop and appreciate just how hot he looks. He catches you staring, shooting you a knowing smirk. "What can I say? I like a man who knows how to ride."

@adventuresinobx @starkeyobx @paradisehamilton @ailee-celeste @pankhoeforlife @outerbankspov @houseofperfecttaste @drewbooooo @maybankslover @maybanks-luver @blueicequeen19 @toystory2wasjustokay @onmykneesforrafe @penny4yourthoughts @maddie-routledge @ilovetheavenger143

#jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj x y/n #jj x reader #obx fanfiction #obx #obx smut

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chubs-deuce · 2 months

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Haaard agree on anti-Chaggie post (so sorry Chaggie shippers. We love you)

Alastor is known to steal the attention of people whenever he is on screen. But when he is with Charlie it makes it more interesting! They bounce off of each other in an entertaining way. Even if you don't ship them they are funny. Alastor is getting a kick out of just talking to Charlie. He finds her amusing (probably in a mean way lol). And Charlie while thinks he is an asshole, (cus he is!) she sees he tries to help her even with an obvious hidden ulterior motive.

They don't see eye to eye in their goals but at least they are both real characters with their own motivations and that makes them very dynamic with each other. Also they are both goofs, love 'em

Chaggie has fans within people that just want cute and non-dramatic relationships. Or just a queer couple that is wholesome without any dramatics. Valid!

It's just awkward that Vaggie is all about Charlie. This one thing puts me off. Considering my previous experience with it was in Steven Universe (Rose and Pearl, anyone?). But it's just personal thing. Sometimes things like that are funny like "they are obsessed with this person lololo" or "they are... Uncomfortably obsessed with this person"

[I think it depends on if the other person is on the same level? Charlie seemed somehow dismissive of Vaggie but it can be explained that the plot was just more focused on hotel than them (ugh 8eps. waiting for S2 to have fillers).]

Shipping is all about preferences and that's okay! My friend is a Chaggie shipper and I am a Charlastor shipper. I asked her to explain to me the appeal and she explained it as "a cute couple that has no conflict whatsoever. People like that exist and it's more common than very dramatic or action-driven couples". And I just like a bit fucked up dynamics where I watch someone in that dynamic go through some emotional turmoil (mostly Alastor<3) and also co-workers/housemates dynamic (when I need something cute and simple)

Some people just prefer down to earth things, especially if their life is a rollercoaster. What's important is to respect each other!

Sorry for a lil essay. I just think sometimes it's important to say "these are prefrences. We don't hate you for not liking your thing and the same goes in vice versa"

All fandoms have a group of people that is.... A bit too devoted to something. Respect others even if they don't like the same thing you do. Instead ask them to explain to you why they like it in a non-hostile manner or don't interact at all.

We're all tired of shipping wars, especially when some companies add oil to this fire to monetize more. I just want to get back to old fandom days when you both would be shopping different things and then end up in a make out session /j

Sorry for an essay again. Love your art, especially when you draw unhinged or going insane Alastor because Charlie makes him "feel". Thanks for all the content<3

This!!! So much this!!!

I hardly even need to add anything to this tbh, you already said everything that needs to be said perfectly!

I often like to think of shipping as the more adult version of playing with dolls, and that different people will play with their dolls differently! Some may prefer to follow the instructions on the packaging, playing with the toys exactly as intended, whereas others might find that boring and instead prefer to mix things up and do their own thing!

How I play with my set of dolls should have absolutely no impact on how you play with your own.

Thank you so much for writing out this ask, I'm honestly really glad to see that common sense and critical thinking skills within fandoms haven't completely died out yet lmfao

#chubs answers #anti chaggie #hazbin hotel #charlastor #bc it was mentioned

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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hi babe! so i came up with a request, maybe. i was thinking joel and reader are allies but aren’t together or anything, and maybe reader gets her period but she’s out of supplies. she’s a little mortified and joel eventually finds out and maybe helps her make some makeshift tampons/ pads? idk i feel like it would surprise her but he’d be reassuring and kind about it

this was such a sweet request anon, thank you <3

𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄?

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

genre comfort, fluff

word count: 0,6k

summary: you get your period and without anything to help you with it, you're mortified. Luckily Joel is there to help.

warnings: period cramps

You stir in your sleep, feeling a sharp pain jolting through your body. You shift and turn, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pain only intensifies. You let out a soft groan, hoping it'll subside soon enough.

Suddenly, you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder. You open your eyes to see Joel staring down at you, concern etched across his face. He must have sensed your discomfort in his sleep.

The fire had died down, and the chill of the early morning seeps into your bones. You shiver slightly, pulling your blanket closer to your body. Joel must have noticed because he leans over to tuck the blanket more securely around you.

You attempt to sit up, but the pain returns in a flash, causing you to wince. You try to ignore it, hoping it's just a temporary ache that'll soon fade away.

"Mornin'" Joel's voice is soft and soothing. "Are you alright?"

You don't want to worry him, so you force a small smile and nod, even though the pain is now radiating through your entire body.

Your eyes slowly scan the tent as you try to distract yourself from the discomfort. You notice how the early morning light filters in through the thin fabric, casting a soft glow on everything around you. The dim flicker of the dying fire creates eerie shadows that dance along the walls of the tent. The dew outside of the fabric keeping the inside cool.

As you take in your surroundings, you realize the pain has become too intense to ignore. You let out a quiet moan, and Joel's eyes widen in concern.

"Just tell me what's goin' on," he says, this time his voice lıuder and sounding more agitated. "Did you get hurt?"

You know you have to tell him, but the words stick in your throat.

"I..." you begin and he raises his eyebrows, waiting. You swallow. "I'm pretty sure I got my period."

"Oh." he smooth the pad of his thumb over the corner of his lips. "So you need pads? tampons?"

"Yeah but I'm out." your voice shakes. " I don't have any left. And there weren't any when we checked out the empty cabins on our way."

"It'll be alright. We'll just have to find some."

"I don't know, Joel," you say, feeling a sense of dread creeping up inside you. "What if we can't find any tampons or pads? What if I have to spend the whole day like this?"

Joel's expression softens as he looks at you with concern. "Hey, don't worry," he says reassuringly. "I can make you something that might help."

You look at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

Joel smiles gently. "I've got some spare fabric and I can fashion you something that will work like a pad," he says. "It might not be ideal, but it'll do the job for now."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you. You hadn't even thought of it. "Thank you, Joel," you answer.

As he sets to work on creating the makeshift pad, you start to relax a little, knowing that you won't have to suffer in discomfort for much longer.

Joel finishes making the pad, and you feel a little embarrassed as he hands it to you, but he doesn't seem to mind at all. "Here you go," he says, his eyes softer from his usual cold gaze.

"Hey, why don't we stay here for a while?" Joel suggests as you get up and start to head to the back of the trees. "We can rest up and take it easy until you're feeling better."

You look at him in surprise. "But we'll lose a day," you protest. "What if-"

Joel shakes his head. "It's okay," he says. "We can change our plans. We don't have to stick to a strict itinerary. Let's just take care of ourselves for once."

"Are you sure?" you ask raising an eyebrow.

"I'm sure, sweetheart. Now go and try it out. If it needs more padding I could add some."

#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller #hbo the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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robby-bobby-tommy · 6 months

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I haven't watched purgatory streams cuz I am too busy rn, but here's some hcs

- Only emotionally charged scars stay on the body. Like both Phil and Fit have their scars because they felt so betrayed. The other wounds heal with respawn.

- Fit thought that Pac not only helped to kill him, but also agreed to be a bait to lure 2b2t veteran in a trap. After this "betrayal" Fit's eyes change.

- as a dumbahh who watched arcane, I really like the idea of eye changing with emotional stability. Like powder — blue/grey eyes, Jinx — pink eyes. So I have a HC that after the incident Fit's usually brown eyes change to almost toxic green eyes.

- Fit has severe PTSD about 2b2t. The betrayal triggered it and now he doesn't trust people.

- also Fit has 2b2t gravured in his prosthetic arm/gauntlet.

- every time étoiles kills someone, they have a star shaped scar.

- Phil has star shaped scar. Also the majority of his scars from nightmare and code fight. Also some from earth smp.

- Phil had a very speedy, flying oriented battle type. Now he has a different fighting skills, but likes to attack from above (using paraglider)

- Fit's battle skills are way more grounded, he puts way more force in his punches and swings. He also used to fight with only gauntlets/bare hands, so he's a master of hand-to-hand combat.

- Étoiles is just a goat, but he's something in between. He's also very grounded, but is jumpy.

- Roier is a funny but quiet kid, when it comes to battles. Nobody expects it, but he's a pro. He's super good at breaking through shields and at unarming opponent.

- Fit and Phil train together, and it's fun. But sometimes when crowza accidentally triggers PTSD, Fits fighting style suddenly changes. He now doesn't fight to better his skills, he fights to survive. His punches become more chaotic and heavy. They both apologize later.

- Jaiden is literally "I'm a helpless little girl. And j set the building on fire by accident, tooootaly by accident. Also I brought this dynamite. Goodbye:)" And then everything blows up. She's the epitome of "act weak when you're strong".

- Pol (i sadly haven't watched any of his streams cuz of language barrier, but I think he deserves more recognition) only pretends being oblivious and indifferent towards federation. Like he's the first person from all frozen members to remember his past and cooperate with cucurucho.

- I kinda feel like Rubius is one of the old residents of the island.

- Aypierre is Ayanami Rei (/j but I honestly don't understand his lore. I use Tumblr as a news channel and I still don't know what happened to Pierre. Is he ayrobot? Do they now share a body???)

- after the nether Forevers hair go to shoulders.

- Rubius once was just a man. He was an original old resident. After a few years of working with people on the server he was promoted to an angel/devil entity. For it was funny at first, but soon enough it became boring, cuz he wasn't allowed to interact with people apart giving them quests. So he disguised himself as a man and left the island. Later he came back on train with everyone. For escaping and messing with people, giving them illegal stuff ect he was demoted and "fell from heaven". (This HC has literally no reasons, but I like it.

- Carre likes to stretch like a cat.

- team bollas sleep close to each other, but don't go under blankets, cuz in their base there's literal lava above the celling.

- Fit is severely touch starved but he doesn't always trusts enough. During qsmp he became more affectionate, and started to initiate touching. He always puts his hand of someone's shoulder to comfort them (baby steps). I don't feel like after purgatory this stays like that.

- it's not my headcanon, but I adore when people draw Bagi muscular. Like, I dunno why. But I love it so much.

- Missa is a real skeleton, so when death duo reunited for the first time, Phil literally detached wet cat's skull from the neck, yelling "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN"

- Some people have things that represent their close ones. Phil has skull, trinket (is it how it called?) of his kids on his back, flowers from forever, star keychain from étoiles and a bomb from Fit. Fit has Philza's feather, a necklace with a pacman on it, a bolt from Tubbo, and Ramon modifies his arm a lot. Ect ect.

- waaaay back when Slime went on a rampage after Juana's death, Fit called him to a tête-à-tête dialogue. At first he pushed Slime to the tree and put elbow on his neck, but during Charlie's monologue he let his guard down and even wanted to place his hand on the shoulder. Yet before that they were interrupted by Roier. (Also Charlie asking advice and trusting Fit all this time was quite sweet. Like, he even asked advice when dead eggs came back)

- during purgatory Phil balances himself with weapons.

- Charlie always suspected CodeFlippa wasn't the real one, but he deliberately chose to ignore that. Ignorance is a blessing.

- gladiator by Jann but Étoiles, you see what I see???

- Phil and Fit are terrible sleep bros. When they went to adventures with kids and had to sleep in the open, Fit couldn't sleep, listening to players steps, and Phil tried to figure out mobs. Also they play footsie (they said it on one stream, this is cannon. I really dunno are they besties or homos anymore)

- one of the ways to know if an avian on the server is sick is to see how their feathers react to water. If I'm correct, irl birds have a special stuff on them to not get wet. Only birds with sickness appear to be wet (mb not all birds are like that, I don't remember)

- just "are we still sisters?" Dialogue from arcane but Bagi and Cellbit

- everyone has bags under the eyes

That's all for now.

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j0kers-light · 3 months

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Bit of an old trend, but I clearly remember this trend where girlfriend’s would pull their partner in by the belt to give them a goodbye kiss when parting ways for one reason or another- Wonder how J would react if Y/N pulled such a bold move? 👀

Hey hi @unholiiness I love you mi love!!! 🖤✨

This was such an adorable request, don't hate me but I turned it into a head canon! I remember this trend 🤭 hopefully I did well with this scenario if not, do let me know and I can try it again!!

This could go one or two ways. Either you catch Joker in a bad mood and he gives you The Look™ that's when you stop, back away, and run to the your room. Don't mess with that man when he's unpredictable, just don't.

But if you do happen to catch Joker in a good mood then huzzah! Joker will be wholly unprepared. However there's still a problem! Its all about finding the right time to do it that's tricky.

If you pull said stunt at home, it'll just lead to Joker picking you up and having his way with you. All you can do is squeal and kick your feet, after being tossed over his shoulders. There are consequences to your silly little stunts. Not like you're complaining

But that's considering he has time to spare. If you wait till Joker is ready to leave (to terrorize Gotham City no doubt) and hook your finger into his belt to tug him close, he'll allow it— but there's a deep, ominous growl that escapes him while you do it.

It spells nothing but trouble and you should be scared... but your panties are instantly wet from hearing it. And it goes something like this

"Mmm, Bunny... you're ahhh playing a dangerous game there."

His eyes fluttered shut the second your hands touched him but they soon open, giving you a clear view to the fire within.

You know Joker is rushing to a last minute heist. He has no time to spare but you and your little antics... he can’t help but to stick around.

You bat your eyelashes and tug him more closer so his chest bumps into yours. He had you cornered— your back to the front door but there's no other place you'd rather be. With your fingers toying with his belt, it’s you that has him cornered.

"I didn't get my goodbye kiss, J." You pout. You can tell he's listening but his fiery gaze is burning holes into your lips.

You’re wearing that lip balm he loves so much. It made your lips so glossy and feel incredible. And don't get him started on the taste...

You know you're a vixen and your widening smile confirms it. "Well?"

"Well whaT?" Joker fired right back. He had a few minutes to spare, but after that, he really needed to go.

It’s time to go big or go home.

"Either you be late to the robbery orrrr...." You stood on your tippy toes to brush your lips against Joker's in a phantom kiss, "You give me what I want, Daddy."

It took seconds for Joker to react. That title was the match to his gasoline tank every time.

He made you swallow his groan as your lips finally met his in a dance of old. For a split second you were weightless until your back slammed into the door and Joker's hands slid down to your waist to hold you steady.

Hands roamed wildly to claw at clothes but in the end, there was no time for what you and Joker truly desired.

He ripped himself away, panting heavily and you weren't any better. Your head was swimming and no doubt, a doepy smile was plastered on your face.

Joker considered staying here with you but business came first. He planned this heist for too long to bail out now.

Joker sat you back down on your feet and set about righting his clothes the best he could.

You took pride in shaking up a man like Joker. He looked frazzled and his hazy green eyes quickly found your e/c ones.

He shook his head, "This isn't over, Princess. When I get back—"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna get it. I’ve heard it before. Have fun causing mayhem. Don't get caught." You stepped aside so Joker could finally walk out the door, but not before playfully smacking his butt.

Thankfully the door slammed closed before he could grab ahold of you.

You were so gonna get it later.

#thanks for the ask!#ledger joker x reader #ledger!joker #ledger!joker x reader #black!fem!reader #joker x reader #joker x y/n #reader insert #sfw headcanons #romance #couple goals #soft!joker #soft joker loading #short and sweet #i love them so much!#i hope you enjoy #his lighthouse

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into-crazy · 1 year

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spending your birthday with J headcanons

Warnings- mentions of theft, just J things, fluff, ages 18+

Alright, now I know fireworks are bad for the environment. But this is fictional, plus we're in Gotham here so..🤷‍♀️

J would do the absolute most for your birthday. Even if you don't want him to, one way or another he'll find a way to do it anyways. So just expect it.

He'll greet you with a noise maker and a party hat on his head. Obnoxiously singing "happy birthday to you" as he attempts to put a party hat on your head. And he won't take 'no' for an answer. The hat goes on.

There is a birthday cake with a bunch of colorful candles on it. You watch anxiously as he haphazardly lights all the candles. His hand gets close to the flames and a stick falls in the process. Luckily, nothing catches fire.

"Go on and make some wishes, bunny. And uh.. make a few for me too, would ya?" He'll wink at you just before you blow the candles out.

You couldn't help but smile at his ridiculous yet endearing attempts.

Also, expect him to eat half of that cake by the end of the day.

J will absolutely spoil you.

When it comes to birthday gifts.. he's gotten(stolen) you a lot!

That favorite parfum of yours? You now have about 8 bottles. Like to wear jewelry? You receive lots of really nice pieces- especially some with the letter J. Those candles/diffusers you like? Now you have enough to last a year. Your favorite brand of clothing, footwear, or even handbags? Shopping bags completely filled with them.

Then there's the cherry on top, a big beautiful bouquet of flowers in the middle of the mix.

All of the gifts leave you speechless. Perhaps even in tears. You can't believe that it's real even after you thank him for everything.

J gives you a kiss on your lips and forehead, left with a proud smile as he pulls away. He wants nothing but the best for you.

Also since it's your birthday, J's reserved the entire day just to spend with you. He'll do anything that you want to do. Whether it's going out to do something fun or staying inside to watch a movie.

However, he does have another surprise for you. Once the sun sets in Gotham, he will pull you to a location where you have a good view of the sky. He takes a burner phone out from his coat, and dials a number. He mumbles briefly into the phone, then grins at you.

"Ya ready, bunny?"

"I'm ready, J."

He hangs up the phone and puts it back in his coat- he'll dispose of it after. Then he turns your entire body to face a certain direction.

You're excited, bouncing on your heels in anticipation. And it doesn't do much to calm you when J's visibility counting down to himself next to you.

".. And here we.. go."

You watch as fireworks launch up into the sky, bursting into large sparks of your favorite colors. Some even make pictures. It goes on for a while. There's a lot of explosions, and it feels like there's no end. It takes your breath away.

Some time into the duration, you tightly embrace J. Thanking him, kissing him, and telling how much you love him. You look adoringly into his eyes, those dark pools which are gleaming as they reflect the explosion of colors.

There's an exchange of smiles before you both turn to finish watching the show. He wraps his arms around you from behind.

"This is.. wow. The cake, the gifts, and the fireworks.. I can't believe you did all of this for me, J."

"Mhm, all for you doll."

J's not usually one for the romantics. However at times when he is, it really is the sweetest thing. He really does know how to make you feel special. After all, he's lit up the sky for you.

It's such a perfect end, to one of the most memorable of birthdays.

#into-crazy #heath ledger joker #tdk joker #the dark knight joker #ledger joker x reader #ledger joker x y/n #joker x reader #joker x y/n #ledger!joker #ledger joker #the dark knight #fanfic #headcanons

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 6 months

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Mr. Rollo, how do I tell my crush I have a crush on him even though he doesn’t even know I exist and I’m too shy to approach him?

…also I think you need more sleep, you’re starting to look like a raccoon, and bae you’re not slaying that look at all

NO LEAVE HIM ALONE 😭 THE RACCOON EYES MAKE HIM CUTER (<- delusional) Rollo's voluntarily celibate/j

Like Fire, Hellfire.

"Hmph, so that is why your eyes have been wandering as of late." Rollo crossed his arms, mouth pulled back into an open frown. "You're dazed and distracted by some boy. Worse yet, it's one of those horrid mages. I can't say I approve."

You nodded sheepishly. You were doing a poor job of fighting the heat climbing to your face.

Rollo stared at you with a mixture of pity and revulsion. “If you're seeking romantic assistance, you've come to the entirely wrong person for it—especially not if you close your request off with a comment on how I present myself. I would never endorse such an endeavor to begin with."

"B-But..."

He fixed you with a stern look. "Rather than pursue the object of your affections, I strongly encourage you to abstain. Going down the path of passion will only lead you further astray. Such ardent desires should be curbed before they spiral into something you cannot hope to control."

"Whoa, whoa, don't you think that's saying too much?" you protested. "It's not like I'm going to commit murder just because I have feelings for someone."

"You may as well. Feelings of affection may appear innocuous at first glance, even comforting. I once foolishly believed the same of magic,” he spat, his words harsh and hateful. “Look where that has gotten us.”

Love. Magic. In the end, it was all the same.

Rollo set his jaw firmly, hands balling into fists. Neatly trimmed nails bit into the flesh of his palms.

“One little thing so easily snowballs into another. Infatuation leads to absentmindedness, absentmindedness leads to emotional distress, emotional distress leads to self-destruction." He waved a hand dismissively. "Not to mention all the nonsense of—"

Rollo made a face.

"—God forbid, longing looks, which leads to finger grazing, which leads to hand holding, which leads to kissing! To entrust the most vulnerable aspects of oneself to another is…!!”

Now he looked as though he was close to dry heaving. Or exploding. Maybe both at the same time.

He caught himself, and took a deep, calming breath. “… As I was saying, it would be far better for all parties for you to stash those bothersome thoughts away. No one will be hurt if you take care to avoid initiation. Heed my words: do not be tempted to sin and vice, however drunk you are on infatuation.”

“It’s not that easy.” You clutched both hands over your trembling heart. “Every part of me aches to be with him. I can’t just bury and deny these feelings. And if he ends up with someone else because I never said anything… I think that would hurt me the most.”

“You must resist its allure,” Rollo insisted sharply. “The feeling will wear away with time, I assure you.”

Just as I turned away from magic and the misery it brings.

Your shoulders slumped, hopeful expression sagging. A firecracker, at last coming to the end of its fuse—but not yet a broken heart.

You held on, steadfast. “You weren’t helpful at all, Mr. Rollo.”

“Come now, don’t make such a long face.” He heaved a sigh. “It's plain to see that there is no saving from whatever blasted enchantment has been cast upon you. All I am able to do is impart my advice and pray that you take it into consideration."

With that, he turned away. The conversation was over.

His piece was said.

Whatever happened next was up to you.

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