#gathered up the courage to share this one properly;;;

[noyasmashing]

Current fave idea is the karasuno gang meeting up after they graduate to catch up, and there's a person there none of them recognize(Sugas younger sister by like a year) and one of them (noya, tsukki, tanaka, kageyama... tsukki.. I'm bias lol) catches her eye, and suddenly, they're back at her apartment crying out for her

omh… I love when i get specific requests they r so fun to write 🥰🥰

ANYWAY. Sub!Tsukkishema x Fem!Reader

CW: Alcohol usage, cryin, overstimulation??, objectification, nasty (unprotected) pnv sex, chocking (mention of it at the end), kinda sadistic reader tbh, bondage, foodjob??

The old Karasuno team was gathering at their previous haunt, the local ramen shop near their high school. It had been a while since they'd all been together, and they decided to meet up, along with some other mutual friends from back in the day. As they chatted excitedly about their lives post-graduation, reminiscing about their volleyball days, there was someone among them they couldn't quite place.

Nishinoya, ever observant, noticed a young woman sitting quietly at the edge of their group. She was sipping her ramen and listening intently to their stories, occasionally smiling or nodding along. "Hey guys," Nishinoya interrupted, "Who's our new friend here?"

They all turned to look at her. "Oh, I'm Koshi’s younger sister," she replied with a warm smile. "I heard so much about all of you from my brother. It's nice to finally meet you!"

Nishinoya's eyes widened in surprise. "Suga's sister? Wow, I didn't even know he had a sister!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I'm a year younger than him," she explained, her hand circling the tip of her glass, the alcohol bringing the rosiness out of her cheeks.

Tsuki gazed at the girl seated in-front of him. Truth be told he didn’t really notice her until Nishinoya had said something, but he couldn't help but be intrigued. This girl had a familiar spark about her—maybe it was her smile, or the way she listened so attentively. She seemed to share Suga's kindness and warmth.

Throughout the evening, Tsuki found himself stealing glances at her. he didn’t know what it was, maybe her easy going demeanor, or her smile when she giggled at one of Hinatas dumb jokes. He wasn’t used to looking at someone and not wanting to immediately insult them.

As the night progressed, Tsukki discovered himself engaging in more and more conversation with her. Normally not one to talk much, he was content listening to her stories from high school, her interests, and more.

They hadn’t noticed the time passing until others started saying their farewells and leaving the venue. Amidst the commotion of the crowd, Tsukki momentarily took his eyes off her, and just like that, she vanished. He anxiously scanned the dining room, navigating through the sea of people in search of her.

It was safe to say he was hooked. He wanted nothing more but to be in her presence, and he was starting to give up on that idea, as he spotted Sugawara leaving too. Then, as luck would have it, he turned his head one last time and caught her gaze, smirking up at him through her lashes.

She was tucked away towards the back of the shop near the bathrooms, chatting with Nishinoya, casually leaning against the wall.

"Bye, [name]!" Nishinoya exclaimed, before skipping away in his usual hyper manner. She smiled warmly in response, giving him a lazy wave goodbye.

As Tsukki timidly approached her, he noticed a mischievous smirk on her lips. "Were you looking for me, like a little lost puppy?" she teased, tilting her head to the side with confidence.

His cheeks burned embarrassingly red as he shook his head and muttered a quiet “fuck you." He knew she was right, but he couldn't summon the courage to defend himself properly, especially when she stood up and closed the gap between the two. He could feel the warmth of her breath, tinged with the scent of alcohol, and he could almost feel her breasts press against him.

Avoiding her gaze, he looked away, attempting to maintain his usual stoic expression.

"You're all bark and no bite," she grinned again, grabbing his face to make him meet her gaze. His glasses were perched low on his nose, and he peered at her over them, his breath catching in his throat. The only thing on his mind was how good she looked up close.

She grinned at his hesitation, “I have an uber outside, would you like to come home with me, pretty boy?”

And that’s how Tsukishima found himself in this predicament, kneeling with his very own tie binding his hands.

He grumbled in frustration as he attempted to free his hands from the tie once again. He wanted to appear irritated, not willing to admit the reason why his dick was pressing against his pants at that moment.

But, when she leaned down and planted her foot, encased in sheer stockings, against his groin, he could no longer hide it. His lower lip quivered as a whimper escaped him, his hips instinctively moving to press against her foot.

She sneered at him, increasing the pressure as she spoke, "You will take what I give you, understand?" Her previously kind and gentle demeanor was completely replaced by a more intense and commanding presence. Tears welled up in his eyes as he nodded weakly, trying to maintain his composure in the face of her dominance.

She started to glide her foot up and down the length of his pulsating erection. He could feel the sticky mess seeping into his boxers, the urge to remove them growing stronger by the second.

He couldn't help but utter a desperate "please," a plea that earned him a sadistic smile from her.

"Please what, pretty boy?" She teased, her movements becoming more deliberate against his crotch. He felt his entire body heating up as he craved more stimulation. This was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he was on the brink of making a mess in his dress pants.

He took a deep breath before nervously replying, "Can't you use a little more..." his voice trailed off, unable to meet her gaze. He could feel her seductive eyes fixed solely on him, but he couldn't summon the courage to look at her, knowing that if he did, he might climax right then and there.

"Hmm... We wouldn't want you spoiling those nice pants now, would we?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

He finally mustered the courage to look up at her and replied with a shaky, "Y-yeah," his eyes reflecting a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

“Why don’t you join me up here then?” She suggested, patting the bed where she sat, a warm invitation in her voice and smile.

He stood up shakily, his hands still bound behind his back, but before he could even take a seat, she pushed him onto his back with a forceful yet gentle motion.

“Be a good toy and let me use you a bit,” she instructed this time, her hands deftly moving towards his zipper with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.

With swift movements, his aching member was now free, proudly displayed on his toned stomach. He couldn't help but let out a gasp at the sensation, feeling a rush of embarrassment as she gazed at him with interest.

"A-are you surprised?" he quipped, trying to sound confident even with a blush covering his ears. But she saw through his facade in an instant, especially when his tip was leaking pre-cum, giving away his nervous excitement like a virgin eager for his first fuck.

She sneered at his comment, biting back without hesitation, "Good toys stay quiet for their owner."

His head fell back in utter embarrassment at her sharp retort. Embarrassed at how his cock twitched she said that. Embarrassed that the second her pussy grazed his sensitive member, his hands instinctively pulled at the tie, his back arching in a desperate, pathetic display of need.

As his cock sank into her wet pussy, he let out the prettiest of moans, feeling a surge of pleasure as his eyes rolled back uncontrollably. Her hips rolled forward against him, causing his member to throb with intense arousal. He couldn't resist raising his hips, wanting to be buried as deeply inside her as possible, lost in the blissful sensation.

It didn't help that every time she raised her hips, just to aggressively slam them down, she whispered filthy things in his ears. Her words sent shivers down his spine and added a delicious layer pleasure to every sensation.

"Cummin'," he would slur, as she rode him through his body-shaking orgasm, but she never stopped. He wanted desperately to caress her soft skin, to cover his mouth to muffle the embarrassing whispers escaping him, but she would giggle at his struggles against the restraints. The sensation of her teasing laughter only added to his pleasure, driving him further into a frenzy of ecstasy as she continued to ride him with relentless abandon.

"Such a good... good toy for me," she panted between breaths, continuing to fuck herself on his raging cock. The natural curve in it, plus the sheer thickness of him, was just too perfect.

She brought two fingers to his lips and clumsily pushed them inside, his tongue swirling desperately around them, seeking distraction from the overwhelming sensations. But her fingers were gone too soon, leaving him wanting more as she pulled them away and pressed them against her sensitive clit. The sight of her pleasuring herself with the very fingers that had been inside him moments before was too much for him.

The sound of her gasps of pleasure as she pleasured herself was torture for him, even though he was still buried deep inside her. He yearned to be the one touching her, driving her wild with desire himself. The sight of her lost in her own pleasure, eliciting those intoxicating sounds from deep within her throat, fueled the fire of desire burning within him. He couldn't help but let out a string of whines, the need to touch her, to bring her to the edge overwhelming his senses.

He had likely cum at least twice, doing everything in his power to muffle his moans, even resorting to biting his lip until it bled. But she did not stop for a second, her relentless pace and intensity driving him wild with desire. The pleasure and the pain mingled together, making hot tears roll down his cheeks.

It seemed his tears only fulled her desire, as her hands made their way to his neck. “You would look so pretty with my hands around your throat.”

It became clear that this night was going to be longer than either of them had expected.

#sub haikyuu #dom reader #haikyu x reader #sub!character #dom!reader #sub character #haikyu smut #haikyu x you #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima smut #tsukishima x reader #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima fluff #kei tsukishima #hq tsukishima #hq tsukki

[lixie-phoria]

ੈ✩‧➛ jeongin thinks he's subtle as he pines over you

pairing : jeongin x gn reader

genre : fluff | warnings : none

chan's ver. | hyunjin's ver. | felix's ver. | lee know's ver. | changbin's version | han's ver.

"are you absolutely sure the sneakers go well with these pants?"

"yes."

"like one hundred percent? because i'm meeting y/n today and-"

"yes, jeongin. they match. perfectly."

jeongin groans as seungmin cuts him off mid-sentence, hesitantly checking out his outfit in the mirror.

"what if y/n doesn't like it?"

"when have they ever disliked anything that you wear?"

seungmin had a point, so jeongin shuts up. momentarily, of course.

"what about the sweater? should i wear it or-"

"it's literally sweltering outside and you're asking me if you should wear a sweater?"

"yes because it matches y/n's cardigan!"

it's seungmin's turn to groan as he finally sets down his phone and turns to look at the younger boy properly.

"matching outfits with y/n is a terrible way to tell them that you're in love with them."

"i am not-"

"please. don't even finish that."

jeongin scoffs, pulling out his phone to see the picture you had posted.

this had become a daily routine not just for him but the rest of his members too.

everyday you would post your ootd and jeongin would be one of the first few to view it, immediately hunting through his wardrobe for something that would match yours.

it was childish of him, really. he was aware of that much too. but he enjoyed it so much.

even though it was far from a coincidence that his outfit almost always matched yours, it never failed to bring a smile on your face and jeongin loved it. he supposed it had something to do with how it played into his fantasy that maybe someday he would gather enough courage to ask you out and you would say yes.

"hyung are you sure that this shade of blue isn't too light?"

"yes. now will you please stop fussing over this."

"but-"

"jeongin, you're already 10 minutes late. you're supposed to be picking up y/n in 20."

that jars the boy into reality as he hastily gathers his phone and car keys, shouting a thanks over his shoulder as he rushes out their shared dorm.

seungmin sighs as he picks his phone up again, scrolling to your contact and typing in a quick message.

[ seungminnie ] do us all a favor and acknowledge jeongin's outfit today please?

[ you ] of course :)

[ seungminnie ] and maybe acknowledge his big fat crush on you too because he never will

[ you ] no guarantee <3

seungmin huffs.

it had been months and it seemed like just about everyone knew about jeongin's crush on you. heck, even you were aware of it.

but nobody could ever convince the boy to confess, and you enjoyed flustering him too much to admit it yourself. so until one of you decided to be mature about it, everyone was going to be stuck seeing jeongin match outfits with you everyday and try to be as subtle about it as possible.

©lixie-phoria, 2023

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[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 15

Summary: A way home was finally found a year after you rejected Malleus's advances. Once you got home and were settled in, an invitation made it's way to you, written to you by Malleus Draconia, King of Briar Valley. How many years have passed?

(I've been on an odd writing spree, but for my original writings. It's weird, but I'll take it! Anyways, have a what-if situation of a King Malleus still yearning for the Prefect! Might continue it if people are interested enough in this what-if scenario.)

"Then would it be possible," Malleus reaching out to you as you faced the star-filled sky, "for you and I to share in each others lives?"

…and so the day finally came. When Malleus would gather up his courage and confess in the way all faeries do, in sentences layered over passionate feelings.

Honestly, the thought of being in a relationship with Malleus didn't sound all that bad. He's a sweet man, if a bit air headed with how easily lost in.

You do feel bad, honestly, for the fact that your feelings never ran deeper than general interest. You don't yearn for him, you can't. Especially not when you know that he's a prince. If you want to love him properly, if you want to build upon this general interest, you'd have to accept that specific part of him.

However, when you imagine the future laying before you, you see that it has nothing to do royalty.

Malleus has done nothing wrong. It's just unfortunate that he's a prince. His future was simply not one that will mesh well with your own.

"My life in my own," you said, "I don't intent to share it anymore than I already have. I'm… simply not interested."

You knew him too well. You can't pretend to be ignorant and go through hoops just to convince yourself that surely he didn't mean that, that he meant something different and that it's all platonic. Because, to you, that's just an excuse to not be blunt and say no. To avoid hurting the other party.

But avoiding what needs to be said is worse.

So, you had to reject him and leave it at that. You didn't like hurting him, but you also can't delude yourself and think that everything will somehow work out, especially since your feelings don't match his own.

Malleus didn't push and you didn't make him leave. And so you both stayed, continuing on as you always have, two people with positions too unique to truly be ignored.

The day came that you would leave. You said your goodbyes, you had your parties and feasts, and when all was said and done, you were relieved to be leaving. To finally go back home.

You waved to them all, to all the people you've met along the way, and passed through the mirror without a second glance back.

Time barely passed by when you got home. So little time, in fact, that your phone was still near to full battery. Dust didn't collect on your bed or dining table like you expected, and there wasn't a single voice message or text asking about your whereabouts.

It's as if you didn't vanish at all. Well, to be fair, you weren't the kind of person to keep in constant or close touch with anyone. You liked your alone time a little more than the average person, but it wasn't anything to make you feel guilty over.

In fact, you're relieved, that only a minimal amount of time has escaped you. You didn't have to go home to frantic worries, to people getting angry out of concern for your sudden disappearance. Everything was calm and level. It was easy enough to go back to the routine you had before.

You missed this, you will admit that. You missed the air and scent of your bed, the grocery store and all its busy chatting, the scent of baked or fried snacks surrounding the local flea market, and even the way the wind flows through the trees. Sure sure, the land you were previously in had all these things, but they weren't yours if that made sense.

Honestly, after a while, you were almost convinced that everything that went on back in Night Raven College was just a dream. If only because, like a dream, you can really only enter and exit such places once.

But then an invitation entered your hand.

Addressed to you, handwritten in such a way that can only be taught in professional calligraphy classes. It tells of a tour around the gardens in the abode of the King of Briar Valley.

King, huh? Has that much time really passed? Putting that aside for a moment, you can't say you were shocked that, out of all people to be able to send a letter right to you, you would place your bets on Malleus.

That being said, you couldn't say no. It's been a while but you're familiar with Malleus's language. A simple tour just for the sake of a tour? No, that's not it at all. He probably misses you. And, to an extent, you miss being over there. A visit is probably due right about now.

And, if things go the same way as they did last time, you'll be gone then back in the blink of an eye.

So, you wrote your reply and placed in on the nearest full body mirror.

You probably should've practiced your landing when it comes to mirror traveling. You fell right through, though you were lucky enough to grab the edge of the mirror before you could crack your knees.

Immediately, you were hit with the scent of cold and old magic, that sharp scent, not quite ozone, less metallic than that, less chemical-like than that. It was neutral magic, subdued in smell but overpowering enough to fill your sense anyway.

It's been a hot minute since you've been here. You're not quite to magic anymore, and you couldn't help but start coughing and clearing your throat.

Then, you were practically washed away with the smell of fresh rosemary.

"You…" And, as you expected, his voice stayed the same, and yet you can hear it, that small bit of quivering, as though he can't believe what's before him. "So, the invitation did make its way towards you, dear Child of Man. Are you alright? Are you sick?"

You held out your hand and coughed into your hand, trying to get this weird stickiness out.

"I'm, ugh, I'm fine, Hornton," Ah, should you really be calling him that now that he's king, apparently? Ah, who cares, you're the guest, you can be forgiven. "It's been a bit. Not all that used to magic anymore, is all."

And then, you looked up. Before, you wouldn't say his horns were malleable or soft, but there is a difference to them. Their color has darkened, and there these silver decorations about them that made those horns seem longer than they actually are.

There was a laugh. "Are my horns truly such a marvel? Well, if you so ask, I won't mind you touching them, if only to prove to you that they are no mere illusion."

"No, I'm good on that front," you sighed then finally looked to Malleus's face. "Huh. You look… older."

Older, and that's honestly kind of concerning for you. He isn't aged, not in the same way you've felt around Lilia. Yes yes, Lilia has a youthful face to him, but after a while, you can't help but notice the little things that betray his true age. Much like now, where you can see the slightest dips in his eyes, near his mouth.

Like most fae, they seem forever young, but the signs don't skip anyone no matter long they stay alive.

The fact is, enough time has passed that Malleus visibly aged.

Malleus, in all his kingly regalia, closed his eyes and took a deep breathe in. "It hasn't been that long. How many years…twenty? Perhaps thirty or less? Ah but, that's an age for children of men, isn't it? And yet, time hasn't so much as glanced at you. You look just the same as I remember, perhaps more youthful. But, that aside, I'm glad to know that this invitation made it you, before life has left your body."

…thirty years? Thirty years? So, time really does pass by differently in your home, huh? That's… you don't know what to think, honestly. Awful? Interesting? It certainly doesn't feel good.

"That long? How much did I miss?" Were there reunions? Letters written to you but could never be sent? And how is everyone else doing with their lives? Are they still alive? Did someone die an early death potentially? And what about families? Did they start some?

…ugh, you hate this feeling. You only have theories and questions and already you're feeling left out from it all.

Well, all you can do is take it one step at a time. Get to know what has happened, and move forward from there. You have no choice but to do so.

Malleus placed a gloved hand on his chin. "…it would take too much time to say right now. Perhaps I'll tell you all that I know as I walk you around the garden? You did accept the invitation, did you not?"

Your mind wasn't quite here, so you just nodded with a, "Right, right."

"Then," Malleus turned, his hair much longer now, perfectly groomed without a knot in there, "shall we be off?"

And you followed, feeling a bit awkward in the fact you were just wearing casual wear.

"…is that lipstick you're wearing, Hornton?" Probably not what you should be focusing on, but you couldn't help but notice. You're more used to his pallid lips than that luscious color.

"Hmm? Why, yes. It was shade recommended to me by one of my servants. If I remember right, this was something crafted by Schoenheit."

"Oh, so his stuff's world famous now, I take it?"

"World famous? Hmm, not quite sure what that entails, but the influence has made its place here. So, influential enough. Does it look odd on me?"

"Don't worry, it looks nice."

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #diasomnia #malleus draconia #reader insert #years later au #malleus

[bbyseok]

sparks in your eyes

pairing: bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

a/n: happy new year everyone !! ik i’m a week late but please enjoy this :)

content: soulmate au, ua students setting, everyone are third years, the class is like a whole family :’) we love to see it, newly established relationship, fireworks n sparklers, VERY soft katsuki, swearing yes, very tiny hint of angst, mostly sappy fluff for the new year !!

analysis: as the year comes to an end, you and katsuki enter the new one with sparks in your eyes.

———

they say you see sparks when you kiss your soulmate for the very first time.

and just with that saying, people dreamt of having their first kiss. of finding their soulmate in their first, if they were lucky enough.

but sometimes, your first significant other wasn’t always your soulmate. it wasn’t always your first relationship. sometimes you’d find them further down your life—sometimes, it’d take a lifetime to find who the universe had destined you with.

the frigid air of the last night of december is a chilling reminder that winter is yet to end, unlike the year.

famed class 3-a, now finally in their third years after long months and adventures of battling villains, are celebrating the new year together.

everyone’s gathered in the common area, conversing excitedly as everyone prepares to head into the streets for the fireworks and the countdown. (iida is doing his infamous hand motions as he makes sure everyone is bundled up properly. momo supplies an extra scarf or two.)

and here you are, nestled into katsuki’s side as the two of you wait on the couch with the rest of his friends. denki’s chatting up a storm per usual, and there’s the sound of hagakure and jirou laughing.

katsuki rubs his thumb over your hand absentmindedly as he deadpans something kirishima says, and you can’t help but snort.

it had taken bakugou a couple of months to muster up the courage to confess to you before it'd be too late. with the new year approaching, so is graduation—and the possibility of losing you as you all are thrusted into the lives of being actual pro heroes wasn’t something he was going to risk.

and it had been worth it. these past few weeks are proof of that. having the privilege of being your boyfriend—walking you to class hand in hand, staying up with you to bury all that studying into your head, sharing warmth underneath the sheets of his bed in his dorm room.

katsuki’s tugging you upward suddenly and you blink up at him in confusion, breaking out of your thoughts.

he catches your stare and scoffs fondly. “c’mon, brat. we’re headin’ out now.” he gestures to your classmates exiting the dorm building before he tugs you alongside him to follow them out.

“sooo..” denki elbows sero and kiri with a waggle of his brows before he glances to the rest of the class as they walk, “who’s ready to find their soulmate tonight? i know i am!”

there’s a few who roll their eyes at his statement while others blush—you can feel katsuki’s eyes linger on you but you don’t say anything as you join in the girls’ giggling.

“as if anyone would wanna kiss your dumb face, sparky!” bakugou barks out and the laughing rises.

the electric student sticks his tongue out at your boyfriend and crosses his arms. “yeah, yeah.”

there’s a few more snickers and the class blends into more easy conversations. it feels comfortable, it feels right to be like this. after all, having trained and lived alongside some of these people, they were bound to feel like family.

once you reach the outskirts of the city, everyone begins to spread out for the meantime to grab drinks, foods, etc. some of the class stay behind to still chat and light up sparklers.

you grab one from midoriya, turning to katsuki with a pleading look. “light mine for me, katsu?” you ask sweetly, twirling the stick in your fingers.

he rolls his eyes but he never can say no to you. “whatever. my explosions are cooler than some sparkler, y’know that, right?” even as he says this, he lights the damn thing for you.

“of course, suki,” you snort. once the sparkler burns, you wave it and threaten to jab it at the blonde. he glares at you playfully.

“watch it, brat!” he tells you with a smirk, “don’t wanna start the new year with some charred clothes, yeah?”

the empty threat has you gasping and you hold the sparkler in defense. “don’t you dare, bakugou katsuki!”

he sends you a stupid grin and you dash. he ends up chasing you around the street and you grab another sparkler for defense, maneuvering around your classmates with a shriek.

eventually, your sparklers die out and bakugou manages to snatch you up with a triumphant laugh. “hah! you thought you could run, huh, dumbass?”

“katsuki!” you giggle, “okay, okay! i surrender, lemme down!” when he sets you down, he ruffles your hair fondly. there’s a sudden flash and next thing you know your boyfriend is wrestling a pink-skinned girl for her phone.

(mina had made it out alive and promptly sent the moment to you afterwards, don’t worry.)

time passes and the countdown is nearing its final digits. things had definitely become more livelier as some of your classmates had returned back to the meeting spot and more people had trudged in.

“katsuki,” you say softly, tugging at his fingers as if to lure him away, “let’s head back to the dorms.”

“don’t you wanna stay with the others?” katsuki inquires, quirking up a brow at you. he seems surprised by your request.

you shake your head. “it’s okay. i just wanna be with you.”

you don’t know it but you make his head all fuzzy, especially when you say such sappy shit like that. his cheeks are red and it’s not just because of the cold. “fine,” he huffs, and he’s leading the way again.

once you’re back inside the heat of the common area, you glance at him, still walking towards the elevators.

“dumbass, where the hell are we goin’?” he questions you but he doesn’t protest as you keep dragging him along.

“the roof, katsu,” you simply explain to him, a bit giddy, “so we can still see the fireworks.”

bakugou hums in reply and is quiet during the elevator ride. the doors open and you take the rest of the stairs that lead up to the roof.

you let go of his hand to stand near the edge, looking over the bright lights of the city. it’s as if the buildings and streets are alive, even from this distance. the city bristles in anticipation of the countdown.

“are you going to kiss me, katsuki?”

the question catches him off guard even though he had been preparing for it all night. and the nights before that. (katsuki has been thinking of kissing you for weeks.)

you hear his light footsteps as he comes to stand behind you. “if you want me to,” comes his gruff reply.

you turn around to face him. the radiance of the moonlight slants over his features and though you’ve never doubted it, he’s the finest man you’ve ever seen. “do you?” you shoot back.

he visibly trembles. “fuckin’ hell, of course i wanna kiss you.”

his ferocity makes you forget how to breathe for a couple of heartbeats. “and what if..” you trail off but the question hangs in the air. and what if we’re not soulmates?

he answers you easily, slotting his hands in yours. they’re still warm. he’s like a walking furnace sometimes. “you think i wouldn’t be able to find my soulmate first try?” he snorts.

you roll your eyes then with a small smile. ever the confident one, he is. “i’m nervous,” you then confess quietly, flexing your fingers against his.

“don’t be, dumbass,” he scolds you. “i’m gonna kiss you ‘n it’s gonna be you. you really think the universe wouldn’t give me the perfect soulmate?”

bakugou doesn’t say words of flattery much—his affection is rather shown through actions and while you don’t mind, hearing his declaration has heat rushing to your cheeks.

puffs of air are visible as you breathe, but they mingle between the two of you. he’s so close. the sudden roar of the countdown sounds.

ten! nine! eight!

“okay,” you hum, drawing him closer.

seven! six! five!

“okay?” he says softly.

four! three!

“okay, katsuki.” you smile. “kiss me.”

two! one!

he leans forward and you meet him halfway, lips on his and then—the fireworks in the sky aren’t the ones you see. there’s a blaze and flurry of sparks that envelop you as your eyes flutter close.

you feel as if you’re on fire, the way katsuki’s lips mold against yours and he draws your body even closer. the brush of his thumb on your cheek has you gasping into his mouth and you know he can see it too.

you can still see them as you open your eyes slowly and barely pull away. you can see the sparks in his eyes, can feel the heat of them in his fingertips.

a silence hangs between you but it feels warm. the affirmation of your bond steady in the air, and it’s like your soul is sated. you had found each other.

“you were nervous, admit it,” you tease, utterly breathless and helplessly in love.

instead of vehement denial, his eyes soften and your heart leaps.

“no.” katsuki breathes and melts against you, entirely yours. “i told you i knew it’d be you.”

and when he kisses you again, the sparks are still there.

#bnha bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou katsuki #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha fluff #mha fluff #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #mha x you #bakugou katsuki fluff #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x you #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou x you fluff #my writing #rain’s writing

[myouicieloz]

Softcore

Kim Dahyun x member!reader

Synopsis: dahyun wanted you to reminisce the old times, so you snuck out to one of her friend’s gathering, but things get messy.

Warnings: drinking. angst. reader is recovering from an od episode. mentions of drugs. vomit. mentions of vomit. sensitive content. guilt, pain. tw: overd0se, recovery. everyone’s hurting. they’re trying to help and they’re stressed too.

Word count: 2.4k

Notes: only slightly proofread

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.3 | Pt.4 | Pt.5

“I still don’t think this is a good idea.” You told Dahyun, adjusting your jacket to suppress a shiver as you waited for the elevator. Your hands were clasped together, since she was too easy to lose in a crowd, and you clung onto the small girl tightly.

“Come on, y/n! You’ve been locked up in your room like some brunette Rapunzel for over a month now. It’s time you start living again, don’t you think?” She left the elevator without looking back, breathing in the penthouse’s atmosphere.

Dayhun had stormed into your room a few hours before, telling you to dress up for a reserved party the two of you were, apparently, attending. Naturally, you tried to argue your way out of it, but she had soon looked at you with those puppy eyes of hers, and you lost it, not having any other option other than doing as told. She meant no harm, you knew it was much; it was simply her way of trying to help you out. You just weren’t sure you were ready — yet.

Sensing your discomfort, Dahyun dropped her fast pace, making a turn to pay you full attention.

“I thought you liked parties. We enjoyed going together before… you know, the thing happened.” Her voice was full of hesitation, one you felt guilty of.

“It’s not that. It’s just…” You sighed, looking around. “Nevermind. Let’s go.”

Your sister shot you a bright smile as the two of you entered the lavish penthouse. The moment you were in, all the eyes were on you, watching your every move. You knew most of them meant no harm: they were all just colleagues, curious and worried to know how you were doing after such a messy incident. However, you’ve never been one to enjoy being the center of attention, much content with staying in the sides of the spotlight. This way, you could have the idol life you knew you were made for, but still maintain your privacy and reserved nature.

Of course, said privacy and respect—the ones you’ve worked so hard to earn— were worth nothing — now. You were back to being the prey, the media’s target and scared little lamb, deprived of confidence and courage to speak up about the things that made you uncomfortable.

Aware of that, you clung onto Dahyun even further, wishing you could simply hide behind her and disappear. It would all be so much easier for everybody, then. If you weren’t currently attending that stupid party, if you hadn’t fucked up your group’s reputation, if you hadn—

“Hello, unnie! How have you been?” Dahyun’s livid tone was quick to snap you out of your thoughts. She gave one of your arms, the one you were holding onto hers for dear life, a gentle squeeze, too, with her fingers tracing patters on your skin with such gentleness only herself could provide.

You don’t need to be wary, her touch said. I’m here with you.

Being the little sunshine she was, Dahyun was unable to go anywhere without greeting someone, chatting her thoughts away whilst you limited yourself to distributing a few small smiles and formal bows.

Suddenly, you found yourself caught in a bubble of people you knew too well. They all shared the same burdens and struggles as you did, trying to navigate the idol industry as best as they could. All the people in this big fucking penthouse were familiar to you and with you, somehow.

It left you with the urge to throw up.

“I will go find something to drink.” You told Dahyun, storming off to find the kitchen before her big, dark eyes were able to process your words properly. She intended to follow you, and she really meant it, but someone had just caught her arm and she got herself into such an interesting conversation—

She decided to check in on you immediately after the conversation is over, then. It’s settled.

Meanwhile, you opened the kitchen’s door abruptly, not opting to attend the bar because there were too many people there. Too many familiar people.

You still couldn’t deal with crowds. It was the reason you've been calling in sick in every fansign, airport dropout and outdoor dates ever since you’ve gotten off the hospital.

Not bothering to care about the staff who looked at you petrified, you merely bowed and hummed something incoherent as you made your way towards the balcony, filled with drinks. Thankfully, they got your favorite. Rum was nice, and the Coca-Cola would assure your body had the glucose it needed for you to not pass out, allowing you to not be sober and make this whole experience bearable without further issues.

The liquid tasted like heaven as it made its way down your throat. You hummed in pleasure— it had been months since you’ve been allowed anything besides juice and water. It tasted like secrecy, like sin. It was punishment.

For the first time in so long, you felt something apart from sorrow and guilt. As your nerves were gradually subsided, you poured yourself another cup.

-

You threw up on the bushes for the 4th time. It was your fault, you knew it as much. You were nervous, so you drank too much. It would’ve been too much even if you weren’t on your recovering program’s strict diet, anyway.

You cursed yourself, trying to get the long, vomited strands of hair out of your face with shaky fingers. You knew you weren’t done; you could feel the effect of the drinks on your fragile stomach, which still couldn’t quite hold anything long enough to provide the rest of your body the nutrients it needed to ensure you a healthy state.

Once again, you were dealing with the consequences of your impulsive choices.

Leaning the upper half of your torso once again, you discharged the bile onto the green leafs until nothing but your reflex’s sounds came out, followed up with salty tears.

You weren’t sure you could still this for much longer.

“Y/n?” You heard Nayeon’s faint voice from behind you, “Hey, girls. Found her!”

Soon, two pairs of small, strong hands were lifting you up and holding you against them. Their touch was so strong you could barely breathe— but, surprisingly, it didn’t feel suffocating.

If anything, it was comforting, nurturing. This touch felt safe, like love.

Your sobs were slowly subsiding, and you confirmed your hypothesis as soon as fresh mint invaded your nostrils. Jihyo’s shampoo was one of your favorite smells in the world.

“Shh, we found you, it’s ok.” She hummed, still not resuming her grip. “We’re here, darling. You’re all ok.”

You buried your head against the crook of her neck, sensing how the shadows of the others came into your peripheral vision through Jihyo’s dark hair. They circled you, providing a warm bubble as they waited for you to calm down.

Which, after numerous deep breaths, you did, unclasping yourself from Jihyo’s touch. You hated to feel the lack of her warmth, yet you knew you couldn’t hide yourself forever.

At least, not at the moment. You were exposed, raw and so deep in the imperfections you’ve worked so hard to hide from your bandmates and best friends. Your efforts were all in vain, once again shining through the cracks of your skin.

You tried speaking many times, always faltering when not a sound was heard. You desperately wanted to explain, to tell them how it felt to be exhausted, drained and confused about the mess that was going on inside of you.

Instead, you just threw up on the bushes once again.

“Come on, let’s go home.” Nayeon stated, handling you around like a doll as soon as you stopped throwing up.

“She’s clearly not good to go yet, Nayeon. Don’t push it.” Sana’s tone was sharp, and you looked up to find her staring angrily at the oldest member.

“Well, excuse me if I don’t want dispatch to show up and see Y/n like that. It’s like you don’t fucking think, Sana.” The member snapped back, crossing her arms at her friend.

As much as you wished, you couldn’t muster the energy to ask them to stop. After all, the last thing you wanted was for your sisters to argue because of you, or your stupidity. Before you even realize it, your teeth were knitted, and you were shivering, unable to keep your shoulders from shaking or your body to stay still. You felt a big, warm leather jacket rest on your shoulders, as another pair of hands held a firm grip on the side of your body, then.

“Let’s go to the van, ok?” Momo smiled, blocking your vision from the scene unraveling in front of the apartment complex’s garden. “We can wait for the others there. Jihyo just went to get dahyun before we leave. She was looking for you in the north area. She was the one who called Jihyo, actually.”

You nodded, not paying much attention to the dancer’s words. Still, you allowed her to guide you to the vehicle until you were sitting by the door. Momo showed you two small water bottles, handing out one of them.

“Here, take little sips, just so you won’t be too dehydrated.” Momo waited for you to acknowledge her command, smiling with reassurance as you drank, glossy eyes losing a bit of its previous dullness. “Perfect, baby. Now, I’ll use this one to clean your hair, ok? Her hands went to your chin, to hold your head into place, and you winced once you felt a few droplets of cold water reach your skin. “I’m sorry, I know you’re shivering, but we have to get your hair clean. Just stay still for me, please? It won’t take long, promise.”

You did as told, sighing in relief once Momo’s fingers untangled the front strands of your humid hair. She murmured praises after she got her task done with, helping you to get properly seated. You waited for the others in silence, and only thing grounding you was Momo’s warm touch around your shoulders. She caressed your hair, too, and soon you could feel sleep overcome the nausea, making it difficult for your eyes to stay open. You didn’t give in, though. You were terrified of waking up alone, without them by your side.

Fortunately, the rest of the girls got inside soon, too. You felt relieved to see Sana and Nayeon standing next to each other, whispering in hushed tones as they sent you worried, reassuring smiles every once in a while. Jihyo kissed your cheek, exchanging a silent conversation with Momo before going to the passenger’s seat, which left Dahyun, who hesitantly made her way to you.

She looked like a mess: her eyes were swollen, and her cheeks were red, clearly from crying. Her hair, always neatly in place, was pretty much disheveled, as if she’d messed it up in hopes of easing her nervousness.

You knew that as a fact; you knew Dahyun as much as she knew you. You were sisters, after all.

“I-I'm sorry.” You managed to say, in a weakened tone. Dahyun’s mouth dropped into an “o”, clearly stunned, and she chocked on her saliva. You didn’t let her say anything, though, gaining confidence from Momo’s reassuring grip on your skin. “I fucked it up. I shouldn’t have had anything to drink. It’s my fault, only.”

Dahyun looked up, unable to keep the tears from streaming down her face. She was relieved to know you weren’t mad at her, but also completely enraged at herself for being the reason you were in such a state. So small and frail, like a porcelain doll.

That was what you were: their little doll, for the girls to take care of, dote and love. Once again, Dahyun had failed that. She despised herself for it.

“It’s my fault, little angel. My fault.” Dahyun gave you a sad smile, caressing your face. “I… I thought it would give you good memories, to sneak out and party a little, like we used to. I’m to blame: I brought you here, and I left you by yourself, too. I’m so, so sorry.”

You shook your head, hugging her as hard as you could in your weakened state. The van was moving too much, and you were starting to feel nauseous again, yet you didn’t say a word. You simply held Dahyun close to you, reminiscing the fun times you had: when you’d party, laugh, and be extremely hangover, coming home by sunrise while the others pretended not to hear your drunken clumsiness whenever you tried to get into your rooms. Those were great memories, filled with laughter and the opportunity of being normal for a few hours. Just a girl attending a party, for once.

You understood why Dahyun had wanted you to come, then.

“I know, Dahyunie. I know.” You murmured, caressing her hair, just as Momo had done to you. It was a cycle of pain and guilt, one you desperately wanted to end. And the only thing you did was fuck things up further and further. “Thank you for remembering that. We had lots of fun, back then. Right?”

Momo, noticing your breathing becoming quicker, and erratic, drew your head onto her chest. “Close your eyes, my sweet. It’s been a long night. You can talk later.”

You tried to argue, but it seemed as if your body had recognized the command instantly. Your eyelids grew heavy, and the last thing you spotted was Dahyun’s relieved, small smile at you, before you gave into darkness.

-

Your weariness grew heavy on the girl’s bones, too. They all left the van with exhaustion in their eyes, not a single word exchanged on the way to their apartment. Momo went first, carrying the asleep girl in her arms with ease. You didn’t even move when she placed you in bed with uttermost care, letting the others change you into comfortable pajamas as she went to her bedroom.

Nayeon left once she was done discharging your dirty clothes, too, followed by Sana, after the latter left you water and fruits on your nightstand.

That left Jihyo, who stared into your moving chest with her arms crossed, much like a statue, and Dahyun, small and quiet besides the leader.

“I really didn’t mean it, unnie.” Dahyun murmured, desperate for Jihyo to understand. She was having a hard time figuring out how to help you-- they all were, and feeling the older girl’s disapproval only made her feel worse. “I shouldn’t have snuck her out, and I’m deeply sorry. Please. I only wanted to make things go back to how they were.”

With a sigh, Jihyo finally looked at Dahyun, who eagerly returned the stare. Whatever the leader intended to say, though, was suppressed quickly. Maintaining her blank face, Jihyo excited the room, no words exchanged.

#sol writes #twice angst #dahyun x reader #jihyo x reader #jihyo angst #dahyun angst #momo angst #minatozaki sana x yn #nayeon x reader #kpop angst

[coeurify]

drabble req about abby being lowkey obsessed with the reader in the wlf her thinking you don’t even know she exists, then much to her surprise when she finally gets the courage to talk to you gasp, you know her name! and you think she’s very cool and talk about successful patrols she’s had double gasp and you ask her to spar with you triple gasp 🍰

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: straight up fluff. 18+ still.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: CAKE ANON I JUST LOVE THIS. PLZ ENJOY. i made reader a bit idk like outgoing and she teases abby a bit ok? ok.

Abby liked looking at you from afar. Maybe it seemed a little odd to put it like that, but really, it infatuated her.

Like seeing you from across the mess hall, deep in conversation with someone. Abby always wishes she could know what it was you always got so passionate about. What made your eyes get that sparkly type of look to them— what made you lean forward, hands motioning with lips she couldn't follow. Often her cheek would rest in her palm, forgetting whatever food served that day because of your presence across the room. She tried not to stare too obviously as you went on one of your tangents, but you never seemed to notice anyways.

She liked seeing you walk around the Stadium turned base, hearing your voice call out to friends as you hurry around the close corners of the stairs, lined with different zones, weaving through the areas to find whatever your always wandering mind seemed to be searching for that day. Abby would catch you randomly during these times, sometimes stopping in the same stand preparing food, looking for people in the same hidden corners, or down on the grass near the livestock. So many times she could have said hi.. and didn’t.

She never got close enough to talk to you, usually easily avoiding it due to never sharing assignments. But whenever she was caught looking a little too long, blue eyes wandering off from the face of whoever was speaking to her to instead follow the sound of your voice passing by.. people always asked why she didn’t just introduce herself. Most times these comments came from Manny or Nora, which Abby easily shrugged off. The blonde would claim she had no time and didn’t know you well enough to strike a conversation.

Honestly, Abby was a little scared to talk to you. There wasn’t much a soldier like her was nervous for, not that she would admit to at least, but you were one of them. You didn’t even seem to know you existed, flying high in the clouds above Abby’s feet always planted firmly into the ground. Why reach for the sky when you can just look up at it in admiration instead?

Things stayed this way for a long while, until a smaller group formed in a training section off to the south side of the stadium one night, chatting at tables with cards and drinks. It was a gathering of some of the younger faces around the WLF base, of which Abby had never even seen most of. She didn’t mind it too much, being properly glued to her seat near Manny, who was going on and on about something that had happened with the scars that day.

Abby of course was more focused on the top of your head across the area, which nodded quickly as you spoke to Nora. Your nose scrunched at something she said, and Abby had to force herself to look away before she felt any more sickeningly childish. She had a textbook schoolgirl crush on you, down to the refusal to even say hi. The butterflies in her stomach always present, heart always searching for any bit of attention from you. It was sort of humiliating for her.

“Abby, are you even listening?” Manny asked, tapping her arm with a pointed finger. “Ah,” he sighed dramatically, “Of course you aren’t, she’s here.”

Abby’s chin turned down as she shook her head, a small section of her braid that had snagged out following the motion, “Oh my god, Manny can you not right now? I’m listening, swear it.”

Manny shoved her shoulder gently, “You definitely weren’t. Just go say hi before she catches you staring. Get some of this..” he pushes a small cup toward her, grinning, “In you and go. Or I might call her over here myself.”

Abby’s muscles tightened immediately, eyes falling on Manny with a certain warning sign that anyone who wasn’t him would probably back off due to. Manny just pushed the cup closer.

“God, Manny you make me miserable,” Abby muttered, sliding out of her seat as her hand gripped the cup, a disgusted look tugging on her lips as it slid down her throat with a gulp. “Don’t judge my tastes,” Manny called after her as she walked.

If Manny wasn’t watching, Abby would have promptly turned around the moment she saw your pretty eyes flick up as she walked closer. Unable to do so, she found her own way to be a bit of a pussy— staring only at Nora when she stood in front of the two of you. Her stomach was a mess of knots she couldn’t dream of untangling upon feeling your gaze on her.

Abby tried to avoid the small sound her throat made as she cleared it, “Hey, uh— Nora I just wanted to check on you, heard your rotation today was shit.”

Nora’s eyes seemed to falter for a second, pinching her eyebrows together, not understanding why Abby had waltzed over so uneasy looking. Then she remembers who she's sat next to, Abby’s eyes obviously avoiding glancing that way. “Yea, they had us packing shit from the hospital all fuckin’ day,” Nora shrugs— awaiting some sort of greeting for her friend next to her.

You beat her to any sort of acknowledgment of your presence with a large smile, “Abby! Hey! Come sit with us, we were just talking about how crazy everyone’s assignments have been.”

Abby thinks she may have floated up to the clouds you so often rested in right there. She swears she can feel the sun on her neck as your mouth falls open to speak. The way her name came from your lips was enough to send her down into the seat, trying her best to seem nonchalant. But you knew her fucking name. She wouldn’t have been able to fathom that fact at all before now, countless days and nights gone wondering what it may be like to hear you say it, see your smile reserved for only her— and now it had happened.

And Abby was absolutely screwed because of it. She knew this the moment your lips stayed in that cute smile as you watched her sit. She knew it right away when you tilted your head to include her in the conversation with Nora. If she had spent too much time thinking about you before now, it was about to be astronomically worse. Now she could detail the spots on your face, the way your cheeks moved with your grin, your eyelashes, everything and anything Abby could take in was committed to memory at that exact moment.

“Hey,” Abby greeted you gently, your name rolling off her tongue easily, if Abby could have known the way your own heart sped up at the realization she knew your name, she would have lost her damn mind. All she got however was the slightest movement of your legs, knees pointing toward her.

Nora took in the sight of you two together for a minute, to which Abby wished she could give a big fuck you for. She was not subtle at all, unfortunately for Abby. After a second, she spoke, “Yea. It’s been awful lately, but Abby’s doing great as always out in the city, right?”

Abby wants to chastise her friend for the all too obvious attempt at wingmanning, but any frustration the blonde may feel falls out of her mouth and into the air with a breathy laugh when you make an exhausted sounding noise.

“Oh I’m sure,” you shake your head, “Heard so much about that group you always go with.. hm who else is it usually? Manny and some others right?” Your eyes point straight at her, unafraid to make eye contact with the shifting blue ones.

Abby spreads her legs a bit, gearing up for a story of some sort. “Yea it's usually Manny. Isaac’s got us doing all the real long missions lately. Can't even tell you how many groups of scars we’ve run into.”

Abby doesn’t miss how your gaze follows her head as it shakes, feeling her stomach turn inside out at the small notion you may be paying extra attention to her. This sickness only worsens when you lean in closer, Nora scoffing gently as she becomes a slight third wheel.

“I’ve been training lots lately to try and get on those sorts of assignments, seem so cool,” your tongue licks over your top lip in concentration as you think, Abby’s eyes following it. “I'm getting tired of the farm work.”

“Not sure you wanna offer yourself up for that type of stuff, it’s real hard,” Abby shrugs, leaning back against her seat. The stiffness in her body was disappearing slightly, easing into the conversation— one that she thought she would never have. She was still very aware of every movement you made, the way your shirt stretched just lightly as you tilted your body, glancing at Nora. The way your eyes rolled just a bit at her words.

“She doesn’t think I can handle it, Nor..” you sigh dramatically, stealing all that relaxation straight out of her body, watching as she sits straight up again, searching the two girls next to her with frantic eyes. “What? That’s not-”

Nora chimes in, “Well, Abby doesn’t think anyone but herself can handle it, y’know? She just doesn’t get that not everyone can crush a runner’s head with their own foot.”

“Her foot?” You gasp, shaking your head sadly, “And here I am with only a gun.. definitely too hard for me.”

Abby had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep the blush from clawing it’s onto her cheeks, now far too aware the two of you were teasing the way she must come off.

“That's not- '' Abby tries, starting again after a few scrambled attempts at words, “Not what I was trying to say. The assignments just suck..” The blonde says it all rather quickly, scrambling to shoot down the idea she had meant anything differently. You definitely found it cute, that sparkle in your eye returning as she spoke.

“Just messing with you Abby,” you hesitantly lean to press a small pat to her shoulder, “Know what you meant blondie.”

The nickname only makes Abby feel more heat in her face, if possible. You were playing with her like you had known her for years. All this time she had been too scared to utter a word to you, and here you were making it natural as ever. She doesn’t show that heat creeping on her cheeks, sitting up a little taller, arms crossing over her chest.

“I do need some help training if I wanna get on a team like yours; though,” your eyes narrow just a bit, a playful glint in them now as you look directly at Abby, “You think you could show me that foot move? Or treat me to some regular sparring at least?”

Abby thought she may die on the fucking spot.

#rins reqs ❀. #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n

[wroteclassicaly]

Open Window

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington)

Summary: You get really into your weekend tryst with Steve and Eddie.

Warnings: Language, masturbation, squirting, mentions of blood, fluff at the end, slight female dom, stripping, cowgirl, semi-established poly relationship, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, NSFW, and lotsa naughty touching!

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader x Steve Harrington

A/N: Hey there, hi there! This is my first venture in the writing world of Stranger Things fanfiction! I’m nervous as hell, lol. I’ve only seen a few episodes, plus bits and pieces of the series, so I am keeping this fic pretty basic and plotless (basically just some self-serving filth, dedicated to all of us Eddie/Steve/Reader lovers, and fellow Steddie lovers). I fell absolutely in love with Eddie’s character, then Steve’s, causing an inevitable calling into this fandom/show, becoming dazed by how unique it is.

Once I finish the series in full, I do intend on having more stories and plot-heavy things coming, but my drafts are piling up with ideas that won’t leave me alone, so here we are, haha. I have watched ALOT of Eddie and Steve to try and grasp their characterizations. Crossing my fingers that isn’t in vain. Anyways, y’all are the judges of that! ;)

Enjoy! - Kristen <3

~*~

You’re not quite sure when it really started, but then again, what sane person could be? All the shit that’s been going down in Hawkins is supposed to be what shocks you, yet the fact of you ending up in a highly charged sexual relationship with both Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington - that wasn’t what anyone expected for a midwestern girl in a dizzying few weeks. And that’s who you had been before things began to shift and looks were exchanged. Was it a crippling fear leading to held hands, white knuckled grips nearly shredding flimsy bedsheets, or this irresistibly odd pull that connected you three together? It’s something you are not sure you’ll ever have the answer to.

Days began to bleed into one another, leaving behind worries about what others would think if they knew, rationality a passing memory. Everytime you gathered at Steve’s place or Eddie’s trailer, it became more heated than the last. Your introverted shell took a hit from each bruise Steve would paint across your thighs - an enriching deep red he’d use his mouth to clean with false apology, knowing you both fucking loved it. Eddie’s fondness fell into taking you hard enough to shatter some drywall behind Steve’s bed, fuck up his own bed, and render you unable to sit properly - leaving the two boys with cheshire-wide smirks at your shared friend group’s questioning. Eventually, your quieted persona broke apart in such a hungry manner that containing it wasn’t possible any longer.

Your parents had left you to watch the family pets and your one story home, some banquet in Indianapolis they were obligated to. You wasted no time in inviting your guys over, the first time you’d all be meeting at your place. Heavily tasked, you overly pampered yourself, in further detail, making sure your sheets were fresh, the beer was ice cold, and you were nice and prepared in… other ways. You used minimal makeup, a simple silk nightgown you took your last allowance payment to purchase, and your first real pair of lacy underwear. They were on their way to you by mere minutes…

~*~

You are giddy, cheeks kissed with a heat, as you watch the freshly shaved expanse of your thighs bounce against one another in eager anxiety. It seems like Hawkins can always provide a natural soundtrack for whatever-the-fuck is happening in your life, so a thunderstorm isn’t the least bit surprising to you. It’s calming, giving you the courage to approach the door upon seeing them roll up in Steve’s car outside. You sneak a peek through your mom’s maroon drapes, Eddie’s hands moving rapidly in front of Steve’s face, before Steve palms his forehead in frustration, motioning to his radio. They’re arguing over music again.

You roll your eyes and grow impatient, thumping your knuckles across the glass to attempt attention. Steve is the first to see your action, scoffing at Eddie, who points back at him to place blame. You flip them the double bird, letting the curtains drop, unlocking your front door and pulling it open, standing in front with your arms crossed. Fucking you, fucking each other - boys will still be pain in the ass boys. Ruining my sexy reveal plan… little bitches.

They’d already begun to climb from the car, insulting each other, that is, until they see you in the doorway. Like dogs trying to race for a bone, Steve and Eddie clamber through your dad’s rain soaked AstroTurf, crushing your mom’s newly planted flowers underneath their shoes, stopping breathless and wide eyed on your doorstep.

“You know,” You start, allowing your hands to press into a rest upon your hips. “I really don’t want to let you in here now.”

Eddie looks comical, Steve perplexed.

“If Harrington wasn’t such an uptight little shit, I don’t think you’d be pouting right now, Y/N.”

“Oh, great, blame it on me for nearly blowing out my eardrums. You’re a real stallion, Eddie.” Steve retorts in a biting sarcasm.

“I know I did not blow my last twenty dollars on this fucking piece of fabric for you two to argue over the radio again,” You pause, an after huff finishing your statement. “And by the way, Munson, I’m not pouting.”

Eddie grins, doing that damn swaying back and forth shit that he does, hands clasping together behind his back. You and Steve both watch that chain slap across worn black fabric-an automatic reaction. “Yes you are.”

“You have a shitty poker face, Y/N.” Steve butts in.

“You’re really pissing me off, I hope you both know that.” You’re trying to glare, but the beads of raindrops slicking Steve’s neck and dotting Eddie’s leather jacket are firing your stance. That gnawing ache is a sharp stab between your thighs, a signal to the way you’ve been feeling so possessively lustful towards them lately, without either man even knowing your libido’s full extent.

“You know what they say. It’s better to be pissed off than pissed on.” Eddie is practically giggling, that pearly white smile so damned big that you forget your irritation entirely, turning around and heading down the hallway to your bedroom.

Both boys exchange looks, a slight worry tinting Steve’s furrowed brow when he says, “Dude… really?” Leave it to Munson to still be cracking jokes when you’re breasts are heavily visible through the satin, your body language a little different than Steve has seen before.

“I didn’t mean anything by it…” Eddie slightly falters, pushing your front door closed and flipping its deadbolt.

~*~

When both boys venture to your room, they aren’t prepared for it. Lightly scented candles are lit on your desk, a greeting aroma that comforts them, your window open and your sheer pastel pink curtains are billowing out across your shoulder, which is moving along with your arm. Eddie’s teeth take hostage over his bottom lip, while Steve’s jugular tightens into a harsh swallow. You’re perched atop the window sill, nightgown around your waist, lace to the side, accompanied by two fingers easing in and out of your very wet cunt. You don’t let either partner get a word out, sliding a finger from yourself, a very noticeable shine causing Steve to adjust himself.

Eddie looks as if his willpower not to meet you at the window, undo his belt, slide your ass to the edge of the sill, lock your legs around his waist as he fucks you so hard you can’t form a coherent word for days-is dissipating rapidly. You hold that shining finger up to halt them.

“You’re wearing too much.” Is all you say.

They do that eye dart with the other, as if to communicate.

“Take. Them. Off.” You emphasize, leaving no leeway or patience.

Normally, Eddie would start bitching the second he is aware you have your music going. His teasing picks. But fuck if it’s not helping him shed every layer. Steve is silently doing the same, all that everyone is hearing is their own labored pants and the stirring squelch of your fingers. Eddie’s dark eyes are a glossy abyss, caving to blown pupils.

Steve is caught between staring at him to looking back at you. He is disheveled, that tremble snapping his wrist as he lowers his underwear, bare to your sights. His thick cock leaking and throbbing so bad he is on the verge of seeing stars. Eddie’s belt is undone is such a deliberately slow manner, that you catch Steve’s gone gaze to keep steady. It doesn’t help when Eddie slides those ring covered fingers beneath his boxer’s waistband, dragging his pants down in one, two-combo go, almost as if he’s caressing his thighs like the body of a guitar.

The tattoos littering his creamy skin have your mouth watering, plan nearly forgotten. Your fingers take a break, cunt clenching around them. You edge your teeth into the corner of your lip, a pinch so hard it breaks your skin. Eddie’s cock is in his hand, a rebellious challenge to your game. He is very aware you need him inside you. Shaking his head to purse his lips and blow off a strand of dark hair, the thin chain that contains his guitar pick is highlighted.

If you weren’t turned on beyond human comprehension, vision blurred from teary eyed want, it’d be funny that you and Steve moan in sync over that necklace. Your fingers give a harder press, leaving that tight and familiar pressure. You’re needy, floating, exposed.

“Come and undress me, please.” A little shyness leaks back out, your voice wavering on puddled words.

Steve is the first to seek you out, tapping your thighs up to press against his muscular waist, his thumb tilting your chin to meet his mouth in a slow and deliberate kiss, one that melts into a pathway to your neck.

More marks for later.

Steve is smiling against your skin, his left hand swatting yours from between parted thighs, easily hooking his digits into the lace and tugging as you unravel your limbs from their previous position around his waist. Your toes tip into dangle over your hardwood floor, lifting to help Steve get the flimsy fabric off, lewd strings of thick want stringing from you to the garment. He observes it, finger scraping the soaked crotch. “Jesus Christ, you’re already so fucking wet, baby.”

Steve is mewling out pet names, that’s how you know he’s a complete goner too. You still can’t speak, letting Steve. He’s not done yet, apparently. Pressing a lined touched down the valley of your breast beneath the gown, he rests his forehead to yours, that same hand that removed your panties hovering on your inner thigh. He can barely get the word out, but manages with a deep, “Yeah?”

You can’t close your eyes, don’t permit yourself to miss any moment. Nodding, you allow him to flatten his palm across your labia, absolutely destroying his hand with your slick, slapping the flesh a few times, making you shiver. He’s good at that. It’s when he takes two fingers and parts you, gathering a thick amount, that you whimper so loudly both men wonder if it’s too much. He flings the panties to the floor, looking hotly at your shared lover - Eddie Munson.

He’s a silhouette of sinful debauchery, hand gripping his erection, salivating for some instruction.

“Come here, Munson.” Steve shifts a little, presenting his soaked fingers to Eddie’s lips. The long haired rocker obliges, obscenely biting Steve’s digits into his mouth, sucking them dry, his hands wrapped around Steve’s wrist.

It’s a subtle depth they share, recently having ventured out into kissing one another. Steve was always more hesitant than Eddie, but Eddie had kissed males and females alike before you all hooked up. He was always patient, waiting. And as you watch Steve take Eddie by his neck’s nape, gripping a palmful of his long locks, their mouths smashing together hungrily - you admire, heart smitten. When they release, Eddie points at the floor, you slide off the window sill, letting him take you into his arms.

Eddie knocks a nuzzle with an easy knuckle graze against your cheek, bringing you into a kiss, his chest exhaling deeply, your arms lifting to give him access to stripping you completely, his warm flesh seeping through your nightgown, growing significantly over each piece of your flesh that gets uncovered. It falls to the floor. Satin, silk, whatever the fuck fabric it is. His fingers dance across the goosebumps that have appeared on your shoulders, just stroking, breaths unsteady. He dives into his usual hold, prepared to lift you onto the bed and place you on your back.

You shake your head, summoning that bravery you worked so hard to find. “Eddie go and lay down the bed.” Another laughable moment when your guys have such a shocked look on their face. Eddie does as told, resting his arms behind his head, tongue flat against his teeth. He’s at your complete and total mercy.

Lord help me… is this even real?

“Put a condom on him, Harrington. They’re in the drawer.” Your feet patter along the flooring, you slide a hand across Eddie’s thigh, teasing, smirking.

“Steve, if you don’t hurry up, man. I swear to fuck I’ll—“ Eddie tries, Steve cutting him off by making quick work of the task, securing the condom onto Eddie’s delicious length.

They are waiting on your next move, dark eyes expectant. Yeah, you can definitely do this. Your knees press into the bed as you climb into a straddle across Eddie’s thick thighs, your pussy dripping arousal that catches on his hipbone, making him squirm. You reach out for Steve’s hand, bringing it to cup you, giving him enough to coat the condom with, an aid for you. All four of their hands that have battled monsters, worked, played a guitar, yet they’re so gentle with you. It’s an empowering comfort, one that has you reaching back to take Eddie’s cock, nudging the head at your opening.

When he speaks, that honey soaked voice is deep, lost. It’s practically a whisper. “You sure you’re gonna be able to take me like this, Y/N?”

“What do you both think I’ve been preparing myself for?” And with that revelation, you sink down, eyes meeting Eddie’s, not breaking, even when your lids flutter wildly. You reach for Steve’s hand automatically, holding tightly for support.

Eddie inhales sharply, abdomen muscles flexing into a trembling series.

“Oh, fuck yeah, Eddie.” Your unshed tears have prickled the corners of your lids, slipping out. Damn if it doesn’t hurt like hell, stretching, sheathed, full. And you love every new sensation this position brings. Steve sees the tears first, slithering to swing his body around behind you, his cock pressed into your lower back, leaving behind a sopping wet spot. He reaches for your waist, one hand trailing down to part you the rest of the way, giving Eddie a full view of his cock being swallowed by your pussy.

The music on your cassette tape is climbing to the chorus, soothing your first assisted movement. Steve lays his chin on your shoulder and keeps his thumb pad over your clit, his thighs bumping your own. He helps you crest a riding rhythm over Eddie, moving with you, gaining stimulation from rutting against your backside. Eddie can’t take his eyes off you, dancing between Harrington, whom kisses your neck to your shoulder blade, finalizing his own fixated gaze on Eddie Munson.

Holy hell…

Steve’s help doesn’t go in vain, however, it only takes you a few more dipping movements until you’re on your own, hands falling back onto Eddie’s thighs, nails digging in, back arched, eyes now closed, in your own world that seeks out pleasure in shameless greed, a sole pearl of sweat descending beneath your breasts, hips rising and falling, taking. Eddie is balls deep in you and you know you won’t be able to walk for days, but you probably wouldn’t stop, even if someone came home. Steve lowers himself by Eddie, both mesmerized by you riding him into your mattress, speed picking up, the song’s beat blending into wind-whipped curtains. Eddie swears he’s having super human sight, as he is noticing everything in your room in hyper focus; Steve Harrington-hot as hell, a fucking saint for waiting to get off, a prime heroic example of that virtue called patience, biting his ripe lips, sharing looks that map out you and Eddie in a private perversion, you riding Eddie’s cock like the Queen angel herself, horns adorning your normal goddamned halo, your cassette player with that damned song, hell, even your girly curtains that have flowers on them.

His eyes roll back, cock swelling in the condom. He’s losing it, whining into a cry of heavy-hot jagged breaths. Your hands move back to Eddie's chest, vividly aware, you switch to yanking Steve into your embrace, a kiss so violent that you can feel that jawline knick your cheekbone on the way in. Breaking apart on swollen, damp mouths, you let yourself press flat across Eddie, breasts dragging along his inked chest, increasing the velocity of your thrusts. He’s a pitiful mess, clenching your waist with a feverish vice.

His breathing is exerted, reminding you how he looks when he’s playing a show or a solo for you and Steve. You tighten at the mental image, that invisible rubberband snapping, your resolve slashed apart. Your body is sprinkled with a hot red blush, thighs starting to shake. It doesn’t even take the normal touch you’d need to your clit to get off, no. Your mouth drops open in a silent cry, before you let out the loudest, downright embarrassing scream, birthed in your diaphragm- tear through your lungs and out of your mouth.

You don’t just cum. This unfamiliar feeling grows, invading you until it’s turned you inside out, and that tickling twist locks your muscles down, a gush of hot fluid coming from you and drenching Eddie, all the way down to the curls at the base of his dick.

“Fuck, fuck.” He coos, wound. Like a meek mouse, you fold, unable to hold yourself up, you collapse into your rockstar’s chest.

“Holy goddamned shit.” Steve pants, working a hand over himself, sliding back into his previous position behind you. You’re too weak to try and move on your own, sensitive. And you know Eddie is trying like hell to stay still and hold back.

Mere minutes have felt like hours, and you are grateful to Steve for helping your hips move again, as Eddie is mentally encouraged to force his hips into rough pumps from beneath. You’re burying your face into the inked expanse of Eddie’s chest, your cheek close to that guitar pick accessory. Eddie. He’s throbbing inside you and it’s clear he’s coming.

“Fuck, look at me, little girl.” He demands, zoned out completely that he isn’t even realizing how he’s just awakened a new kink in both you and Steve.

He pries you off his neck, cupping the back of yours… watching. It’s a moment. He reaches up with his other hand, his thumb caressing Steve’s cheekbone, running through his hair, the three of you just… observing, soaking in the other in one group motion. When Eddie comes it’s a brand new rift that has opened, one that none of you were aware could exist.

Eddie’s jugular constricts against a harsh gulp, lips slippery, eyes hauntingly beautiful in their bliss, and you are suddenly brimmed with warmth as he fills the condom full, breathing patterns stuttering, leaving the air blanketed in his lowly rasps. Steve helps you ride Eddie out, before you fall forward again, Eddie’s heartbeat thumping erratically in vibrations across your sternum and boobs. You ruffle your fingers throughout his sweaty mane, helping him catch his bearings. He’s spent for the moment, but you’re twitching, pulsating again, needing more.

Steve brushes your hair off your shoulder, aware you need a break and he needs you. Eddie, to his credit, recovers enough to help Steve slide you off him and onto your back, drenched and shaking. Eddie passes a fresh condom, using his teeth to open it, Steve barely able to get it on without combusting. No one vocalizes much right now.

Eddie ties off his own rubber, discarding it in the trash bin beside your nightstand, easing onto his side to watch you spread your legs wide open for Harrington to slope down into. You lock them around Steve’s upper back, hushing his worry you’ll be way too sore from all this. He doesn’t waste anymore time, letting Eddie guide his cock halfway, their joined hands pushing Steve into your sensitive walls. Ever the handsy man that Munson can be, he caresses the expanse of Steve’s back as he moves, tickles your ankles, swiping his fingers back and forth, switching to the cool metal his rings bring from knuckled brushes. You’re still outrageously wet that the sounds in your room are disgustingly whoreish, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Eddie’s hand does pay attention to your neglected clit, which has gained some stimulation from Steve’s chest hovering into strokes, every time he presses back inside you.

“How about you two give me another show, huh? Think you can come together?” Eddie’s got that tone from the furthest pits down that it can come from. It’s hotter than hot, and you’re ready for more, Steve sure he’ll pass out soon if he doesn’t have any.

You let Steve take you harder than you can remember feeling him. His shoulder blades twist and shift to match his body’s chase. You hold tight, purposely clenching your pussy around him. It takes Eddie one hard press to your clit and a rather assertive smack to Steve’s ass and you both tip over the precipice, moaning out gibberish and pleas, rocking out every last bit of pleasure. Steve Harrington’s firm and round ass clenching upon his release, is a sight Eddie Munson will never get tired of.

Your tits heaving heavily, nipples hard, Eddie Munson won’t ever forget that image either. Steve collapses onto you, seeking solace on the swell of your bosom with a rosy cheek. You rub his sweaty, freckled back, your thighs beginning a shaking set of quakes you don’t even attempt to reign in. Eddie lays back down beside you two, pushing Steve’s chestnut locks off his forehead, giving you the very same treatment. Calming down in a minute’s ticking, Steve rolls to your other side, sandwiching you into the middle.

No one speaks, basking in the glow. That is, until Eddie breaks the silence. He would be the one to see it first. He runs a finger beside your right thigh on the white sheet, expecting you and Steve, who give him identical “What?” looks, to catch on quicker.

“Haven’t seen this come from her since we popped her cherry, Harrington.” Eddie smirks.

A stomach swooping humiliation settles in. Sure enough, right beside where your thigh was previously dangling above-is a small, but very present spot of bright crimson.

“Shit. This is fucking embarrassing.” Your bubble is bursting, your obsessive need to clean and cover up coming out. Eddie grasps you around the waist, shaking his shaggy hair.

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. It just means you won’t be able to sit down in public for the next week.”

Even Steve, the worrisome lover, is taking pride in it.

“Wonder if anyone will notice?” He joins Eddie.

But you know, whether everyone else can sense something or not, that you very much will. There’s always an open window to the truth, and that’s not just your window letting in a heavier storm.

I’ve fucking fallen in love with these two hot messes.

~*~

Tagging: @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson & @lovelylangdonx (Idk who else to tag. Hope y’all don’t mind?)

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[delehosies]

Eddie Munson with a shy reader who likes photography and reading

eddie had fallen for you. he had fallen for you big time. the two of you shared english class, your teacher deciding to move eddie besides you - an example of a quiet, good student in the hopes that it would motivate him to actually complete his work, to do better.

and it worked... kind of?

yes, he spent the entirety of every class trying to get you to properly talk to him, which usually didn't work - but you still offered to complete his work or practically spoon fed him every answer. eddie didn't ask for the help, he didn't particularly want it either. you just didn't want him to get into trouble, you knew he would need to graduate at some point, maybe '86 would be his year.

eddie had learned two things about you in the three months that you had shared a class - he knew that you loved to read and that you took a photography class. not that you had actually told him this information, he just assumed after seeing your head buried in a book every lunch break, and a fancy looking camera pretty much always on your desk besides you.

"hey, you." eddie smiled at you, sitting at his desk and opening his textbook - he had actually remembered it today, a small fact which made you beam with pride.

you smile back, nodding hello to him as you watch him flick through the book in search of the right page. "eddie?" you finally speak, after working up the courage to start an exchange with him - usually eddie was the one carrying your conversations.

he looked up to meet your gaze - soft brown eyes wide with the surprise of you actually initiating a conversation. "what's up?"

"i need your help with something." you admit, eddie leaning in to be a little closer. "i have a photography project and... the topic is identity and it's just..." he waited patiently for you to gather your thoughts. and turn them into coherent sentences.

"can i use you as a model? you're one of the most unique and interesting people i know, the theme fits you perfectly and i get if you don't want to but i just think you're perfect for it, and we're friends so i figured i could ask, you know?" you began to ramble a little, feeling your cheeks heat up.

eddie let out a little chuckle - unaware that you even considered him to be a friend. "you think i'm interesting? unique, huh?" he teased, unable to wipe the smile from his face.

"shut up..." a small giggle escaped from your lips "you know that you're unique, eddie. you don't need me to tell you that."

"well maybe i just wanted to hear you say it." eddie admitted. "is it one of those classy, nude photoshoots? do i have to pose naked?"

you roll your eyes, your cheeks burning hot now. "eddie!"

"i'm kidding, i'm kidding!"

#♡requests! #eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #♡eddie headcanons!

[jinwoosungs]

{ 08 }

- kissing your best friend trend -

featuring: yuta okkotsu; inumaki toge; + megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

[ yuta okkotsu ]

yuta was completely clueless to your plans when you invited him out to lunch with you one afternoon during the weekend.

you had been friends with him for years and developed such a deep crush on him-

your feelings for him were teetering close to the edge of love, and you knew that if you didn't tell him soon enough, then he would slip through your fingers and fall for someone else.

you were both enjoying your food at the cafe you normally frequent at

and you did your best to swallow the rest of your chocolate croissant all while drinking your cappuccino without truly tasting it.

all while admiring the happy expression seen on yuta's face.

your heart was a nervous wreck, filling you with butterflies as you put down your half eaten croissant.

it was now or never.

clearing your throat, you scoot your seat closer to him all while shakily setting up your phone.

you ask him sweetly to look into the camera and take a selfie together, to which he happily complies.

with both of your faces just mere centimeters away from each other, you both look into the camera. from your periphery, you could see the crumbs left over from yuta's pastry on his lips-

and finally took a chance.

using your hand to turn yuta so that he was now facing you, you lean in close to capture his lips

darting out your tongue to lick away at the crumb before fully kissing him for a brief second.

losing all confidence, you pull away first, covering your lips with the palm of your hand. you readied yourself for yuta's rejection-

only to be caught off guard when he surges forward to kiss you once more, this time being filled with such longing and passion that it took your very breath away.

and when you both pulled away, you end up confessing at the same time

"i'm in love with you."

"i love you."

[ inumaki toge ]

you were both in the comfort of your room, blanketed in complete darkness as the movie played on your tv.

you weren't even sure if inumaki noticed, but he kept playing with your hands

holding them,

interlocking them together with his own fingertips

sometimes even caressing at the back of them

never once did he look away from the movie, and it was driving you up the wall.

your heart was rapidly beating, and you prayed that your palms weren't sweating.

you kept sneaking glances at his handsome face

admiring his side profile as the desire to just kiss him already was all that dominated your thoughts.

gathering your courage, you let go of his hand, immediately catching his attention

your hands shakily frame at his face before pressing a gentle kiss against his lips,

the sensation no heavier than dew as you immediately pull away from him.

an apology was on the tip of your tongue, yet you were immediately silenced when inumaki ends up leaning back into you, giving you another sweet kiss while a pink blush was settled on his cheeks.

no words were spoken, as your feelings were properly conveyed with each kiss that you shared

your movie long forgotten as you spent your time together kissing the whole night away.

[ megumi fushiguro ]

you were pouting at megumi, clinging to his arm all while begging him to do this one tiktok with you

and of course, being the moody teen that he was, he kept saying no for the longest time.

it takes a few more pouts on your end to get him to finally relent and say yes

despite how you wore a wide grin on your face, you were feeling anxious as hell.

because you were going to do the tiktok trend where someone kissed their best friend.

it was the only way you knew how to properly confess to megumi, since he was so straight laced and stoic all the time

you feared that if you used your words, he would misunderstand

and everyone has always told you that actions spoke louder than words ever could.

you kept hyping yourself up once you set up your phone, playing a cheesy pop song while praying that megumi wouldn't catch on.

so imagine just how devastated you felt when you lean in closer to megumi, with every intention of kissing him-

only to be pushed away harshly by him.

actions speak louder than words

almost immediately, the tears fill your eyes, making it difficult to see megumi clearly.

you were close to running away when megumi suddenly grabs a hold of your hand, taking his hoodie as he tosses it over your phone before pressing a kiss against your lips.

you were shocked, eyes remaining wide open as megumi continued to kiss you with his eyes closed.

you were sure he could taste the saltiness of your tears when he pulls away, looking down at you with half lidded eyes

while flicking at your forehead.

"you idiot, there's no way i'm gonna kiss you in front of your thousands of followers. if you like me, too, then just say you like me, dummy."

there is the megumi you loved and cherished so deeply, dripping with blunt honesty-

yet you knew that you wouldn't want him any other way.

with happy, newly shed tears streaming down your face, you give him an eager nod before leaning back into him

beckoning megumi to kiss you again as he grants your wish once more ♡

a.n. - this tiktok trend is actually so cute, so you know i had to write some headcanons with the best jjk boys (/ω＼)

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu fluff #inumaki toge x reader #inumaki toge x you #inumaki toge fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #megumi fushiguro fluff #.stories

[teasel-backatitagain]

Hello! Do you have any ReiJean Valentine’s Day headcanons? 👀

Hello!! Thanks for the ask!!

I’m not big on Valentine’s Day in itself but I’m big on being super corny so here we go!!

Neither of them have really celebrated before they got together, Reiner because he was a child soldier and then a depressed and suicidal teenage soldier, and Jean because Valentine’s Day was simply not a thing on Paradis (big fan of any kind of situation involving the Paradis natives learning about Valentine’s Day, Christmas or the different iterations of the Tooth Fairy or any other widely known celebration btw). They do celebrate every year, but it’s usually nothing big and happens in the morning. Jean likes to get Reiner a bouquet of flowers, different ones every year, and Reiner gets Jean a breakfast in bed if they’re off that day. I like imagining them and the rest of the Alliance celebrating platonic love and friendship on Valentine’s day, something they caught on during their travels as peace ambassadors. They try to meet up with Levi, the kids and Onyankopon, have a meal together.

I got even more carried away/ drafty thinking about how it could go when they’re not together yet so more under the cut I guess.

They’ve been staying at a town that has barely been spared from the Rumbling east of Fort Salt and where refugees have been gathering for a couple weeks when Jean learns about Valentines Day. Falco barges into the kitchen one afternoon, with teary eyes and troubled breathing, goes straight to Pieck, and asks her what he could do for Gabi for Valentines day. There isn’t exactly florists around anymore, food is tight, nature is definitely not healing, and, and, and… Pieck holds him tight, gently stroking his hair until he calms down. Jean watches as she teaches Falco how to fold a page of a book into a flower.

A couple of days later, one of the women that has been working with them on cleaning up the outskirts of the city asks Reiner if he’d be her date for the Valentine’s Day. Reiner turns beet red and says he already has plans.

Reiner has a date then. It’s fine. Jean is cool with it. Really. It’s not like him and Reiner are an item. Sure, they’ve been sharing a room (well, it’s more a glorified cupboard, but there isn’t exactly any room to spare these days). And sure, some nights when Jean wakes up screaming, Reiner is there by his side. And yes, some nights Jean soothes Reiner to sleep. And… Alright. Alright. Maybe he was starting to entertain the though that there could be something more than mere camaraderie between them. But, according to Reiner, there isn’t. That’s perfectly fine. They are friends and Jean will get over his unrequited crush. It’s not his first rodeo. And what if he was trying to muster the courage to properly ask Reiner out? He spent the past 22 years not celebrating Valentines Day (and not being in a relationship), he doesn’t need to start now.

Jean wonders who it is. In a curious way, not a jealous way. He considers asking Reiner about it, but the man refused to answer any of Connie’s questions about it, and Jean respects his privacy. Still. It’s highly unlikely to be someone they both know. But Jean is also doubting Reiner’s capacity to score a date with a stranger. The man is unbearably hot, and while he’s not Yes-Beat-Me-Up-I-Won’t-Fight-Back-Reiner he’s not Cadet-Days-Reiner either. Maybe it’s no one? Maybe Reiner is not into women and tried to turn her down gently? That’d be great. That’d be so fucking lovely.

On Valentine’s Day, Reiner comes into their room around 6. His shirt is ironed (who the fuck finds the time and the iron board to do that nowadays?) and open one button too many, his hair freshly washed. He looks nice. (He looks gorgeous. Jean is fucked). He smiles warmly.

— Hello Jean.

— Hi.

(Jean swears he is trying not to be curt. He might be kind of failing.)

— Any plans tonight? Reiner sits on the edge of Jean’s bed. He smells like Cologne. Where the hell did he even get Cologne?

— Why? Did your date cancel on you? Jean says pointedly as he sits up from the bed.

Reiner furrows his brows and sits up too.

— Anyway, he continues, I’ve got to go. I’m on schedule tonight.

— Connie is keeping watch tonight.

— No he isn’t. Connie was on two days ago.

— No, remember, I was on two days ago. I took his shift. Took the one he has next week too.

Jean looks at Reiner suspiciously. It’s depressing, patrolling the outskirt of the city at night, watching the barren wasteland and waiting for people to appear on the horizon. Especially when there has been no new arrival for a week and that they have to face that they might be all that is left on this side of the globe. But they’re all adults and they all need sleep. There is no way he is gonna let Reiner be a sleep deprived self-sacrificial -

Wait.

— You took two of Connie’s shifts so I wouldn’t have to work tonight?

Reiner nods, his cheeks turning pink. Jean’s stomach does a flip. Oh. They stare at each other in silence, Reiner’s blush deepening.

— Well are you gonna ask me out or what? Jean finally barks.

Reiner widens his eyes, and lets out a full belly laugh.

— Fuck, he says, You’re the actual worst.

Jean crosses his arms on his chest with a smirk. Reiner shakes his head.

— Jean. Would you like to be my date tonight?

They both smile earnestly.

— Very much yes.

Jean picks a clean shirt (it’s not ironed but it will do) and combs his hair the best he can. Reiner holds out his hand, and Jean takes it, letting Reiner leads him to the main square, where people are slowly gathering. There’s colorful paper garlands hanged up, a woman is playing a boxed shape thing Jean has never seen before and Falco and Gabi are sitting on a low wall, fifty centimeters apart but feet touching, a paper flower tucked in the buttonhole of her dress.

They dance for a long time. Well. Reiner tries to teach Jean how to dance. It’s a lot for Jean, because not only is Reiner a pretty good dancer but he also has his hand on Jean’s waist.

They take a break, their shoulders touching. Reiner’s hair is a mess, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his soft gaze on Gabi and Falco, who have joined some other kids and are doing a weird jerky dance. Pieck is slow dancing with a lady in a periwinkle dress who’s at least three time her age. Connie joined the celebration after watch was declared cancel for the night, and is having an animated discussion with people Jean has never seen before. The air is warm, the Sun just setting. Jean takes it all in, carving the moment in a corner of his brain.

— This is nice, Jean says softly. Thanks Reiner.

— I’m glad, Reiner says, taking his hand. Jean squeezes it.

— Do you want to make out? Jean blurts out, at the same time Reiner asks:

— Do you want to take a walk?

Reiner blinks.

— Same thing, Jean mumbles.

— You’re a piece of work Kirstein, Reiner says. Let’s go.

— I’m a piece of work? Jean protests as they leave the square. Very rich coming from the man who -

Reiner doesn’t give Jean the opportunity to finish his sentence.

#sorry for coming up to the tumblr function two days late i was on a silly little trip.... #time is relative happy valentine's day everyday #i love reijean cause one minute it's “ah yes they are so cute and silly” #and the next one it's “reiner telling jean about him at 10 getting his leg cut on a daily basis to experiment with his healing abilities”

[snowyghouls]

Geto Suguru making breakfast for you in the morning

genre : fluff, more relationship headcanons

cw : gn! reader, really just comforting hcs.. i can’t restrain myself from making sweet ones like these

geto usually wakes up before you, and is very happy with the fact that you’re still there

of course you’re still here, why wouldn’t you be? he knows you love him, but sometimes it’s hard to actually believe.

despite this, all his doubt washes away as you turn around in your sleep, and he’s face to face with his wonderful s/o

suddenly he remembers how much he loves and cares for you, as he watches you sleep peacefully beside him

if you snuggle closer to him, his heart absolutely melts. he loves you so much <3

despite wanting to stay like this forever, he wants to show how much he appreciates you when you wake up..

so he places a gentle kiss to your forehead, gathers the courage to will himself out of bed, and heads for the kitchen

your boyfriend is going to make you breakfast! maybe breakfast in bed, if you don’t wake up until he’s done. though he’d rather you stay asleep so he could properly surprise you when you wake up.

he’s actually a great cook, and is usually the one that makes dinner if you guys decide to stay home

he starts cooking whatever your favorite breakfast meal is (yes, he remembers which one you crave more frequently and how your eyes light up when you see it on your plate)

later, he’s done cooking the food and is carefully arranging everything on a tv tray.

you stir in your sleep a little, hearing the quiet clanging of dishes and utensils down the hallway

as you become a little more aware, you notice the smell of breakfast reaching your nostrils. you open your eyes to start waking up a bit, just in time to see a cautios getou opening the door with his shoulder.

he smiles when you stare up at him curiously through your half-lidded eyes, still droopy from grogginess.

“good morning, dear. i made you breakfast :) ”

you smile at the sound of his voice, tone dripping with all the love he has for you. suguru sits at the foot of your shared bed as you sit up and try to rub the sleep from your eyes.

he scoots closer towards you and gently places the tray of food on your lap, complete with some orange juice on your bedside table.

your eyes light up at the sight of your favorite breakfast meal, and you pick up your utensils to start scarfing eating the wonderful-smelling food.

getou chuckles as he watches you eagerly enjoy your freshly cooked meal. it was a little past the time when you two usually eat breakfast, so he figured you were extra hungry right now.

after swallowing a piece, you lean forward and lightly peck suguru on the cheek - careful not to knock over any food or drinks from the tray

“thank you love, it’s absolutely delicious! i’m glad you remembered my favorite, but did you make anything for yourself yet?”

he averted his gaze, scratching the back of his neck with apprehension.

“no, not yet…” he muttered

“then i’ll make you breakfast too!” you grinned, a glint of determination in your eyes. you were going to return the favor and show your boyfriend how much you love and appreciate him!

let’s hope your cooking skills are enough to make a decent meal! :P

#🦦 > clay writes stuff #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #geto suguru x gn! reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jujutsu kaisen x reader #🦦 -> clay writes stuff #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x gn! reader #geto suguru x you #getou suguru x you #jjk hcs #jjk x reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x gn!reader

[signor-signor]

The (Presumed) Plot of Season 3

From time to time, I’ve been contemplating the story arc of Season 3 based on the information I gathered. While neither Craig McCracken nor the people who worked with him have the courage to tells us all about it, I was able to put all the pieces together.

Star Force Enforcement Force - a team of space cops who are likely a threat worse than Dominator (who’s relegated to a “delightfully petty” role)

The Star Nomad - a ship that used to carry the hooded refugees in The Secret Planet, was given an “Electric Mayhem” style makeover, and planned to take any remaining refugees back to their home planets

Wander, Sylvia, Hater, and Peepers start teaming up more because they’re aboard the aforementioned Star Nomad (Hater would have to share a room with Wander)

The space ape from the end tag, likely to be Hater’s previous best friend, also planned to have a big role

Borrowing the following formula used for Season 2’s story arc…

The Greater Hater - a new villain shows up and the main four find said villain to be more powerful and more evil than Lord Hater.

Filler episodes - Usual shenanigans, but with some episodes focused on Hater getting back to the top of the villain leaderboard.

The Battle Royale - Wander learns about Dominator’s true gender and tries to get her and Hater together by putting a “ring of invincibility” in a spot where many villains fight over it, and Hater eventually falls head over heels in love with Dominator.

Filler episodes - Some of them have Hater finding often futile ways to show his affections for Dominator, and it becomes apparent that Dominator is destroying planets.

My Fair Hatey - In this musical episode, while Sylvia and Peepers go freeze the core of Dominator’s ship, Hater, having been taught by Wander how to talk to Dominator properly, gains the confidence to ask questions focused entirely on Dominator, only to be turned down, learn the horrible truth about her, and take a vow to save the galaxy so he can conquer it later.

Filler episodes - Mostly finding ways to stop Dominator, on whom Hater no longer has a crush.

The End of the Galaxy - Dominator destroyed every planet but one - a secret planet found by Wander and Sylvia earlier in the season, and the friends they made are gathered there finding a way to stop her. Meanwhile, Hater learns of the planet’s whereabouts and tries to beat Dominator to it. He eventually triumphs and Dominator loses her powers, bots, and ship. It’s the end of the old galaxy, but it’s also the beginning of a new galaxy. Hater has a newfound respect from the galaxy’s residents, but he’s still cuckoo for conquering.

…I came up with a format that ties up all the S3-related elements. What you’ll be seeing are made-up tentpole episode titles.

The Great Journey Home - Without her powers, Dominator is easily captured by a team of space cops (SFEF). Meanwhile, Wander, Sylvia, and their friends give an airship a makeover to take everyone home, and because the Skullship is out of fuel, Hater, Peepers, and the Watchdogs join them on the journey. SFEF, having spotted and picked up a primate in a space suit with newly acquired electrical powers, come along, prompting Hater and Peepers to hide aboard the Star Nomad.

Filler episodes - Many refugees are being dropped off at their planets, and Hater continues to keep himself hidden. One episode might be about the villains on Suburbon V.

The Villain Roundup - With the electric ape in their roster, SFEF become successful at capturing the other villains to turn them good against their will. Wander, who “only present[s] the positive path” and “[doesn’t] force [others] to follow it,” decides to rescue said villains (except Dominator) and let them turn good on their own.

Filler episodes - More refugees are returned and some villains get their chance to shine (e.g. Sourdough being wrapped up in a convenience store refrigerator plotting revenge against Wander). SFEF, of course, keep going about their usual business (like how Dominator went about her business destroying planets).

The Dawn of Hater - The story of how Hater became an electrical skeleton man when he got separated from the space ape and how he recruited Peepers and the Watchdogs for his army. Hater demands SFEF to hand the ape to him, but they won’t do that unless someone takes the ape’s place. At that point, Peepers makes a sacrifice and does so (the start of the Peepers-centric arc). I think that’s when Barry would get his status quo change.

Filler episodes - Even more refugees are returned, Hater warms up to Wander as a friend thanks to the space ape, more villains begin taking the path of righteousness, Peepers becomes uneasy working with SFEF as Dominator keeps figuring out how to escape.

The Star Nomad Legacy (the REAL series finale, maybe the hour long) - Practically all the refugees are returned home. With no other villains to reform by force, SFEF proceed to give Dominator a taste of her own proverbial medicine, but not before Peepers quits working for them and rushes back to Wander, Sylvia, Hater, and the others and tell them what the cops are doing. The Skullship is refueled and, influenced by Wander’s teachings, everyone, including the newly reformed villains, free Dominator from SFEF. SFEF eventually come to understand that taking away someone’s freedom is no way to make them go straight. Although Dominator still has a little ways to go before turning to the good side, Wander is confident that the galaxy is now peaceful, and an extended reprise of “If You Wander Over Yonder” is sung.

Wow, I think I’m beginning to write like a writer for WOY. It probably takes a dedicated fan to come up with content like this. The crew “like[s] the story too much to blow it on a Tumblr post.” I, on the other hand, like the hints and details enough to form the story on Tumblr post. The plot isn’t official, it’s just an educated guess. Let’s see what you fans come up with based on the findings.

By the way, do you notice I have the S3 premiere titled “The Great Journey Home”? The other season premieres have the word ‘great’ in some form.

#Wander Over Yonder #WOY Season 3 #Long Read #SaveWOY #FinishWOY

[danitza-drtc]

Straight on (Strange Magic version)

I admit that the first time I heard it shocked me a bit but after listening to it again and completely, I mean, listening to the full version from the beginning of the song to the end, I loved it and it made me appreciate it a lot and of course it gave it a plus to my liking for the scene where Marianne and Bog King face each other in the Dark Forest castle.

In the first place I loved how it starts, since it doesn't start exactly here in the fight scene,

but since Marianne gathers her courage to enter the dark forest

and the song with the chorus is resumed right after she arrived at Bog King's castle and start the fight against him (one of the best fights I've seen 💪👍).

I am not an expert in music and I admit it is the first time I heard this song but I admit that enjoying "Straight On" as a song too (in the version of Strange Magic, the interpretation of Evan Rachel Wood and Alan Cumming), has made me love it much.

And well, returning to the idea that I exposed a moment ago, I love the beginning since it gives a good entrance with the guitar, that tune something like that of "The Legend of Zorro", and together with the animation it gives us a mysterious atmosphere and hostile that little by little tells us that a great adventure is going to start where Marianne will test herself leaving her comfort zone and overcoming her fears that limit her, and will lead her to face a great contest with her apparently enemy.

From there comes the development of the fight and the characters are between bickering and wrangling while in the background the musical interlude unfolds, with a fascinating trumpet sound that takes command as a representation of the visual contest that we are seeing and when it ended intervention gives rise to the second musical voice in this act, that is to say the opponent, Bog King, who makes an excellent accompaniment and ends up singing a duet, making the song no longer talk about the fairy's adventure but also about the Goblin's adventure who can't help but be impressed that he has finally found a good contender.

I would like to know more about music to continue explaining more properly but well at least I feel happy to be able to share these thoughts about one of my favorite songs from this movie and some of my favorite scenes from Marianne and Bog King, which ok I admit there are a lot adrenaline in their fight as well as contentious dialogue but with a certain filtering😍. Well, that's all👍💯.

#Straight on #Strange Magic #princess marianne #the bog king #butterfly bog #butterfly vs dragonfly #I love this song ♥️ #Spotify #Youtube

[cubic-brain]

DETROIT: BECOME NA'VI

Atwow × gn!android!reader

Words : 2,843

warnings : nothing really.

Summary : after joining the clan everything seemed to go well, until an individual came back.

A/n : this shit took me weeks to write. But hey we're getting to the fun part.

Part 1 , Part 3

Being an android made learning easier and faster, to Y/n. Few weeks had passed ever since Y/n had came to the clan and they were already learning fast despite them being new. Amal was quite surprised when she saw how Y/n was able to bond with a pa'li and perfect it on the first ride, Y/n was also intrigued when they learned that they were able to bond with an animal despite them being an android. Well, can't say it's a problem.

As time went by Y/n learned more and more, sometimes they'll be taught by other clan members and sometimes it'll be Amal who's teaching them. This time Amal wasn't there as she went to hunt, she advised Y/n to go learn archery from Neteyam as he's really good at it. After gathering enough courage, Y/n finally took a bow and went to find the future olo'eyktan. Y/n continued walking through the trees to find the boy who's going to teach them, not so long after and the android found the na'vi. He was sitting on the rock carving a small piece of wood, Y/n just stood across him and watched as he completed his work. The teen sighed and stepped forward towards the boy.

"Teach you?" Neteyam tilted his head as he looked at Y/n who stood in front him, "yes, I want you to teach me how to use a bow please." They asked politely as they took a step backwards. Neteyam then stood up and glanced at the android, "I can teach you." He agreed, Neteyam had no problem teaching Y/n archery as he had helped many na'vis with that.

Y/n's led flashed yellow as they focused on the target, a tree. Neteyam circled around them to adjust their position while holding the bow and arrow. Y/n eyed the red dot that was painted on the tree as Neteyam continued to adjust their hold on the weapon. Neteyam stepped back to take a look at Y/n's stance. After what appeared to look good, Neteyam got a close look at Y/n then sighed. "Shoot." He muttered quietly to the android. Y/n let go of the arrow as it hit the tree, the two teens then walked to the tree to take a good look at it. The arrow hit the edge of the red dot, it wasn't perfect but it's good. Neteyam smiled as he patted Y/n's back "it's good, you just need more practice." He exclaimed as Y/n smiled back.

Laughter filled the place as the two na'vis sat beside each other, they had trained multiple times and they were resting and talking about their lifes now. Y/n had talked about their life and how they were seen as a servant and nothing more. Neteyam spoke about how he's seen as nothing but a protector for his younger siblings. The two took a liking to each other as they spend more time knowing each other. Y/n grinned as they listened to Neteyam speaking. He was just so happy to have someone to talk to, someone that understands him.

Both Neteyam and Y/n noticed the sky getting darker, they hurried and gathered their things to return back. They were pulling each other and pushing to move faster along the way as they got closer. Neteyam grabbed Y/n's wrist as he walked faster towards his home. Neteyam and Y/n spotted their parents, that's when their nervousness took over them. Jake was the first one to rush towards Neteyam, "where were you?!" Jake asked in a low stern voice, Neteyam lowered his head as he waited for another lecture. "We were training! Neteyam was training me," Y/n stepped forward defending him.

"He was correcting me and teaching me how to use a bow properly. That's it." They added, Amal stepped closer to Y/n and insepcted them for any injuries, "I was worried!" Amal whispered to the younger na'vi. Jake looked at Y/n then back to Neteyam as he sighed. "Just don't come back late, we were worried." Jake muttered as he and Neteyam walked back, Neteyam shared a look with Y/n before returning back to his tent.

Y/n sat across Amal as she she cooked herself dinner, it was quiet and awkward for the two of them until Amal spoke. "So how's the training?" She asked, she kept her gaze on the fish as she waited for a reply. "Good, great actually." They replied as they fidgeted with their fingers. "He was really good at teaching and showing me how to do things properly." They smiled, Neteyam was indeed a good teacher, he was good at clearing things and making them easy. Amal smiled back at Y/n as they spoke more about Neteyam and how good he was.

More weeks had passed ever since, Neteyam and Amal were the main teachers to Y/n as they learned. Y/n had made progress through out the days making Amal proud of them, like a mother and her child.

Y/n spent more time outside with the clan as they felt loved and welcomed, they felt all their fears and stresses disappear gradually just by being with someone. Each day passed and that made Y/n closer to the Sully family, especially Neteyam. Let's not forget to mention that the clan began seeing Y/n as one of their people.

Y/n would also visit the lab often, they'd stay their for hours just spending time with scientists and Spider as they grew close friends. They actually felt safe with Max and Norm as they were treated respectfully by them and not treated like some sort of object.

Y/n gripped on the rocks as they climbed high. They followed Amal's movements as the other students followed behind. Amal helped them and as she looked at them with worry and hope for what they were going to do next. Now that they were on the top of the hallelujah mountains Amal stepped front. "Now, listen carefully, I'll need you to be as strong as you can," Amal began instructing to the younger students. "Cover the ikran's mouth tight and resist, they're strong." She continued, after that she looked at her students and waited for who was going first.

Y/n led flashed yellow as they hesitantly stepped forward. "I will go first." They breathed out, Amal stepped aside and followed behind Y/n as they made their way toward the ikrans. 'If it tries to kill you, it chose you.' Y/n remembered those words as they spotted the banshees. There was a variety of those beasts. Y/n began making their way to some just for them to fly away. It was then one got close to Y/n and hissed. It was a blueish grey ikran with a yellow chin and orange strips all over it's body.

The android's led flashed bright as they build up the courage to fight the animal. Y/n closed their eyes and prayed that it would be easy. And it all went in the flash of on eye. Y/n was now sitting on the banshee's neck feeling it's breath and body. Amal rushed to their side as she examined Y/n's position. She sighed in relief as she patted the teen's back. "Now think, fly" she spoke calmly. Y/n looked at Amal then at their path, they cleared their mind and relaxed. Soon enough, Y/n was gripping on the ikran's queue as she flew.

Y/n smiled as they felt the cool air hit their bare body. They looked over at the mountains and the sky, the scene was truly breathtaking. Y/n took a few more rounds flying with the ikran as they had fun being high in the sky. Y/n giggled softly as they landed on the mountain, Amal smiling at them proudly as they smiled back.

After finally bonding with an ikran, Y/n was finally omatikaya. They went through their rite of passage and finally came out of age. They finally became a warrior.

Y/n ran behind Tuk as her siblings moved through the forest, they brought her with them as she said that she'll snitch on Lo'ak if he doesn't bring her with them. The android just kept an eye on Tuk as they were worried about the little girl.

Lo'ak and Spider hid in the bushes as they came to the shack, the shack were there fathers fought. It was then when the group found traces of boots, it must've belong to avatars. Both Kiri and Y/n kept warning the two about coming there but Lo'ak wouldn't budge. That's when the group spotted the avatars. There were about 6 of them.

Y/n's stress levels got high when they recognized the avatars. They whispered to Lo'ak that they should get out of there immediately and he finally agreed. Tuk was the first to move forward, Tuk screamed loud when one of the recomes came out and grabbed her, they surrounded the kids and grabbed each one of them by the queue which hurt bad.

Spider had his bow in hand as he tried to threaten the avatars but they were stronger, he lowered his weapon and got held by one of the recomes by the hair tight.

Quaritch kept interrogating Kiri and Lo'ak while Y/n kept their head low hoping that their hair would cover their face and led, but it failed to. Quaritch had snapped his head towards Y/n after he was done pressing Lo'ak. He just got angrier by recognizing Y/n. "Well what do we have here, another deviant."

He growled, he walked a step forward towards the android and kneeled down to their level. "I thought you and Chase were loyal," his voice was low but stern "but my trust for you was immediately broken." He continued as he stood up, looking down at the android and noticing the led flashing red, they were scared. "Might as well do what I did to Chase." He spoke up again, a hint of sadness in his voice. He really put his trust into Chase and Y/n but it was broken, just like how it was with Jake.

Y/n kept their head low as their heart beat sped up. They were hoping that this will end soon, they disliked the feeling of being scared.

Y/n then saw Tuk turning her head along side Lo'ak, Kiri and Spider. It was then they recognized the call. It was Neytiri. Hope sparked in Y/n's chest as they knew they were safe.

The group stayed quiet as Neytiri continued her calls, the recomes turning their head around as the sound continued. It was then a recome got shot. The fight had started. Spider pushed Kiri away as Lo'ak, Tuk and Y/n bit the recomes to escape their grip. The kids dodged the bullets as the recomes kept shooting at Neytiri and Jake.

Y/n moved their legs fast as they hid between the bushes, the grabbed their dagger and clutched it tight. They took small steps making sure they were quiet. They put their knife back to where it was and grabbed their bow. They scanned their surroundings again and detected a movement, they got closer to where it was and saw a recome aiming their gun at Amal. Y/n steadied their body as they aimed their arrow at the recome, they let go of the arrow when the recome was close to pulling the trigger.

As the recome's body hit the ground Y/n rushed to Amal, Amal released a breath after seeing Y/n safe and uninjured, she hugged them tightly thanking the great mother for keeping them safe. Amal then grabbed Y/n's hand as they both walked to where Jake and Neytiri were, the kids were safe except for Spider.

Y/n stepped over to Kiri as she peeked her head to eavesdrop at her parents arguing, Y/n lowered their head as well to find Amal with them. Both Neytiri and Amal were against the idea of leaving their home but Jake insisted. He had no plan and no other choice but to leave their home to keep everyone safe.

Y/n had gotten up after hearing Jake's words, they left and went to their shared tent with Amal and sat on their mat hopelessly. Are they really leaving their new home? Their people? Their animals? Were they going to learn new things? Y/n kept thinking about it and it had upset them more. They were thinking about it hard that they didn't notice Amal entering the tent and sitting next to them, pulling them in a side hug.

Amal sighed as she looked at the distressed teen, "we're going to leave for our safety." She muttered quietly but loud enough for Y/n to hear. The android's ears pinned down as they looked at the older woman next to them. Tears were close from spilling out. Amal lowered her head as the sadness consumed her, first her mate was taken away from her and now her child will be taken next if they're not careful. "I'm sorry...." She whispered as she hugged Y/n closer to her.

The teen just laid their head on her shoulder as they let the tears fall down, they thought they were safe from Quaritch, but they'll never be.

Nothing interesting had happened in the morning, Amal and Y/n were just packing up their belongings and preparing their food for the trip. Amal had spend her time saying goodbyes to her family and friends while Y/n spend their time out in the forest trying enjoy their time as best as possible.

The teen kept memorizing the the trees, the animals and the sound of the forest, they spend months there and they have grown to love it and feel like it's their home. And now it's all gone. Y/n buried their feet in the grass, feeling the green plant rub against them. Their eyes were glued to the grass as the felt it against their fingers, they kept feeling it and playing with it until they got bored from staying in the same spot. The android had lifted themselves up from the ground, taking steps back to their village that they're going to leave soon. They kept their head low as they walked amongst the people hoping that their attachment to their home and people would fade away. The thought itself made Y/n heart break.

The teen stepped into their tent, Amal was already there organizing her stuff. They just looked at her and started organizing their things as well, they didn't have much to bring as they weren't a living being who's in need of food, water and new clothes. As they were placing their stuff they couldn't help but stare at the gifts they were gifted when they became a part of the people, many gifts were received showing how much the people have grown to like Y/n. Maybe they should bring the gifts with them as a way to embrace their people and home.

"Are you ready?" Y/n snapped back to reality as Amal spoke up. "Are you ready to leave?" She repeated, Y/n looked at her then back at their things. "Y-yes.... Yes..." They replied, they stood up, carrying their belongings in their arms as they walked outside to set their things on their ikran's back. They went back to their other boxes, setting them on the ikran's back.

After setting up all the boxes they went to Amal, she was wearing a lavender cloak that went above her thighs, she also had her hair tied up her in a bun. When she saw Y/n approaching her she got closer with her arms open and embraced them tightly. Y/n was hesitant but hugged back and relaxed into her arms. She pulled away, looking down at the teen she backed away a bit and pulled out another cloak, a f/c cloak. "I made this for you." She muttered to Y/n as she put on the cloak on them. They adjustes it and looked down at it, it was patterned with small flowers that were in a lighter f/c. Y/n smiled at Amal, they muttered a quiet thank you to the woman as she chuckled softly.

The two were now standing in the crowd, watching Tarsem take Jake's role and become the new olo'eyktan. After Jake had his chest cut he walked through his people, leaving his home. Neytiri had cried silently as she followed behind Jake. The Sully's family and Amal's mounted on their ikrans and flew high. They all took one last look back at their home before returning their focus on the trip.

This is going to be exhausting

An : meow.

#avatar fanfic #avatar #avatar fandom #fem reader #female reader #m reader #male reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam x male reader #neteyam x female reader

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Hi! Hello!Can I request sirius x fem!reader with glitch from midnights?

Thank you !

i've been working on this for what feels like forever... and i hate to say i think i'm stuck. but i'll share what i have so far for this idea. and if i'm able to, i'll finish it and post it properly! i'm sorry lovely<3

Y/N stumbled to the couch, throwing herself down and closing her eyes. She heard a chuckle and felt it floating around the personal bubble she had around herself in her mind. She hated that she recognized the laugh and knew who was next to her without even opening her eyes. “You’re really drunk already? We haven’t been here more than an hour yet.”

“Shut up, Black. I’m not drunk, not yet anyway.” She turned her body to face the man beside her and rested her head on the back of the sofa, eyes still closed. She opened one eye to see him already looking at her with a smirk. “Then what’s got you all miserable?” “Rough week is all.” She didn’t see Sirius’ face soften. “You wanna talk about it?” She shook her head, “Not really. I just came here to get drunk.” He rolled his eyes fondly, “And to see your friends.” A smile made its way to her lips, “Yes, of course. I came to you idiots as well. It’s not like I’m recovering from seven years of seeing your face every. Single. Day.” His barking laugh filled the room and made the girl beside him smile brighter, making a small flame of pride flare up in his chest. 

They always had a strange relationship. Sure they were friends, but they were never the closest of friends. Remus was closer to Y/N, he was her confidant, other than Lily of course. Sirius and Y/N were party buddies, as their friends had deemed them. After drinking till Y/N was hammered, Sirius would play bodyguard for her, making sure she was comfortable the rest of the night. She would hang off his arm drunkenly, clinging to him like a child would a stuffie. 

Their friends knew of their feelings for each other, but never pushed for them to do anything about it, thinking they’d confess on their own. They were wrong, but how could they know that the two of them wouldn’t ever gather up the courage to confess… Even after eleven years of knowing each other. As time passed their feelings only grew more and more obvious to each other, yet they stayed silent. 

#requests #ellora.writes #sirius black x reader #sirius black #incomplete

[lothiriel84]

We Are All Fools in Love

It had all been done properly, of course, with Mr Lennox acting as Miss Hale’s legal advisor, and quite possibly as someone who might soon be expected to share a very personal interest in her financial affairs.

A North and South ficlet. What-if. John/Margaret.

Back in Milton, Mr Thornton went straight to the mill, silent and desolate as it was; as providential as Miss Hale’s business proposition had proved to be, it did nothing to change the fact that he had failed, and although grateful for her kindness, he felt bitterly the mortification of being indebted to her for the retaining of his former position.  

It had all been done properly, of course, with Mr Lennox acting as Miss Hale’s legal advisor, and quite possibly as someone who might soon be expected to share a very personal interest in her financial affairs. And for all that it was apparent how much Mr Lennox disapproved of the investment – on personal grounds, if not economical ones – Miss Hale would not be swayed, in her passionate concern for the welfare of all the hands he had been forced to dismiss on the closing of the mill.  

This, at least, he could do for her; he would give back work to all those who had signed their name on Higgins’ petition, and more besides, once he managed to get the business up and running again. He would be a fair Master, and do everything within his power to ensure that the mill would not fail again. And when Miss Hale did marry, as he felt sure she would do soon enough, all his foolish hopes would be put to rest once and for all; he would think of her as his landlady and business investor only, and nothing more. 

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Mrs Thornton welcomed the newcomer with icy politeness tinged with a healthy dose of relief that her son was not there for that woman to crow over. She was deeply conscious of the great service Miss Hale had provided in offering the capital John required for the restarting of his business, yet somehow resented the power it gave her to lord over him in such a manner as would be insupportable for any man as proud of his independence as she knew her son to be. 

“He’s not here,” she spoke as plainly as was her custom, foregoing any of the usual pleasantries that were expected in the presence of one they owed everything to. “He has many obligations calling on his time, as I am sure you will understand.” 

Miss Hale nodded gravely, her eyes trained on the dainty, ladylike hands she kept demurely folded in her lap. “Perhaps it is better this way. Mrs Thornton, there is one more thing – I know you will not like it, but surely, for your son’s sake,” there she faltered and paused, as if gathering her courage. “I have given it a great deal of thought, and I have decided to make this house over to you, as a token of my gratitude for the services rendered by your family to my poor mother and father. Mr Thornton needs not be informed for now, as I am sure he would be difficult about it, but it would give me great comfort to know that he needs not worry about finding another situation, should the mill be faced with more trouble in the future.” 

It took all of Mrs Thornton’s considerable willpower to restrain herself from expressing just how insulting such an extraordinary proposition was, as much for herself as for her son’s good name. “I do not wish you to think me ungrateful, Miss Hale, after everything you have done to rescue the mill – but we do not need your charity, and you must see that it is as impossible for me to accept your offer as it would be for my son.” 

“It has nothing to do with charity,” Miss Hale insisted, her lip now trembling under some strong emotion she was striving to hold back. “You once accused me of not knowing the man I rejected, and you were right; I have come to esteem him for the honourable man that he is, and while it is too late for us to fix the mistakes of our past, I only ask to be afforded the small consolation of knowing him safe from any such reduced circumstances as you both had to endure in the past.” 

A much unwelcome realisation dawned upon Mrs Thornton then; that this young woman she had despised for so long was not as disinterested in her efforts to rescue the mill as her son seemed determined to believe. For all that several years had passed, with many a hardship to endure on her part, she too had once been young and in love, and for a time, in doubt of its return. And Miss Hale, for all her faults, appeared singularly unaware of any enduring regard on John’s part, for all that she herself, as his mother, would as soon have doubted that the sun would rise again on the morrow.  

“I ask that you call back tomorrow morning, Miss Hale,” she forced herself to speak, out of the great love she bore for her son. “I shall have an answer for you then.” 

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Margaret set out for Marlborough Street as early as was deemed acceptable for a morning call. She knew it would take a great deal for Mrs Thornton to agree to her scheme, and indeed, she had kept the particulars of it from Mr Lennox as well, as much out of discretion as her instinctive conviction that Henry would stop at nothing in order to prevent her from wasting Mr Bell’s inheritance on a failed manufacturer from the North. If only Henry could guess at her true motivations – but no, there was no risk of that, as she had spared no effort to conceal her regard for Mr Thornton from the world, knowing that nothing could ever come out of it.  

The mill would soon reopen, and in time, Mr Thornton would once more turn his thoughts to matrimony, as was only natural for a man of his age and position in life. Margaret, for her part, could only pray that he would bestow his affections on a worthier object this time, and find the happiness that was no longer open to her. There had been a moment, when he had called on her in Harley Street, in which she had almost dared to hope – but he had been polite and distant, and then Henry had arrived, and all conversation had turned to business matters alone. 

Mrs Thornton was detained, she was informed by one of the maids upon her arrival, and was promptly shown into a back parlour that was somewhat less imposing than the one she had been received in only the day before. There was a posy of yellow wild roses on a small table, and she was at once reminded of Helstone – of everything that once was, and could never be retrieved. 

So absorbed she was in the contemplation of all that had passed beyond her grasp in the past two years alone that she did not hear the door open, nor the approaching steps that were nothing like Mrs Thornton’s.  

“Mr Thornton!” she exclaimed at length, even as he knelt before her, reaching to take both of her hands in his with a kind of slow, solemn determination that had her trembling with sweet foreboding. “What is the meaning of this?” 

“Mother told me – no, it is no matter – Miss Hale, you must know there is only one way I could ever be persuaded to accept any such gift from you, though I am aware I have no right to speak to you in this manner, after so material a change in our respective circumstances.” 

“You have every right,” she whispered, her eyes suddenly filled with tears. “John.” 

The sound of his Christian name coming from her lips had such a profound effect on Mr Thornton that he seemed unable to speak for a moment. “Margaret, take care – if you do not send me away – Margaret,” he murmured, almost feverishly, the warmth of his breath causing her to shiver in anticipation of what was to come. On a strange, reckless impulse, she closed the distance between them, and neither of them spoke again for quite some time.  

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