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angelmatthew · 4 months

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₊˚.༄ "i love snow" - kim gyuvin

can't believe how quickly i wrote this, i was giggling and kicking my feet through the whole thing, gyuvin is my cutie patootie fr thanks to anon for requesting this!! also i might post a christmas related fic for each member, next on the list is matthew ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

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↬gyuvin x gn!reader ↬872 words ↬tooth rotting fluff, oneshot ↬tw: none besides that it's not proofread as always

"whoa, careful there!" gyuvin cautions, gripping your arm as you teetered on the cabin's wooden stairs. a smile spreads across his face, unable to resist your infectious excitement. gyuvin had this grand christmas mountain trip all mapped out, fully aware of your holiday season obsession. however, his master plan got a timeout because the moment you chucked your bags into the cozy getaway, you bolted out faster than he could spill his day's agenda.

you jump from the last two patio steps onto the fluffy snow, sprawling out and wiggling your limbs to craft a snow angel, earning a laugh from gyuvin before he flops down beside you.

"I love snow," you declare with a childlike grin; suddenly, you're back to being five, eagerly waiting for santa and the sweet stash of candy hidden in knitted socks.

as you both lay there, the crisp winter air filling your lungs, gyuvin glances up at the sky, his eyes reflecting the beauty of the snowflakes gently falling around you.

in the distance, the joyful sounds of children playing reach your ears. propping up on your elbows, you glance toward your neighboring cabin. three kids are having a snowball fight. gyuvin sits up, you both share a grin, captivated by their antics.

“they’re so cute” you remark, your eyes tracking the little girl in the bright pink puffy jacket, attempting to escape her friends who teamed up on her. unaware, you completely miss gyuvin's hand, stealthily scooping up a ball of snow behind your back.

"hey, watch this!" before you could react, he smudges a handful of snow onto your face with a cheeky grin and bolts away. you scoff in disbelief before wiping away the snow from your cheeks.

“oh you’re so done for!” you exclaim, springing to your feet. gyuvin stood a few meters away, attempting to hide behind a tree, indulging in his signature uncontrollable giggles.

molding a snowball in your hands, you take aim and send it toward him, the soft impact barely grazing his shoulder to your disappointment.

"is that the best you can do?" he teases, a cheeky smile playing on his lips. in response, he hurls another snowball your way, this time hitting your leg.

a prolonged exchange of snowballs unfolds, with gyuvin showcasing a surprising knack for accuracy. his throws effortlessly find their mark, while you miss a few shots. after a few minutes, both of you are left breathless from the combination of running and laughter.

"hold on a sec—" gyuvin manages between pants and giggles, punctuating his words with a stop gesture.

"giving up so soon?" you ask, catching your breath.

"let's call a truce," he throws his hands in the air in a mock surrender.

"alright, truce it is," with a sly grin, you add, "but not without a little something in return."

“okay that’s fair, what do you have in mind ?”

you pretend to contemplate the offer for a moment before coyly giving your suggestion, "how about a kiss?"

gyuvin grins at the idea, drops the snowball he's holding to signal surrender, and strolls over to you. just as he's closing in, you whip out a snowball from behind your back and hit his chest. he lets out an exaggerated gasp, clutching his chest as he collapses onto the snow. you burst into laughter at his theatrical response.

"are you alright?" you ask, faking concern but unable to hide the mischievous glint in your eyes. gyuvin plays along, fully committed to his role of the "wounded" party. "i didn't mean to hit you that hard," you add with an innocent tone.

he cracks open one eye, a smirk forming on his lips. suddenly, he tugs at your arm, causing you to lose balance and fall onto him. you let out a little squeal, in one swift motion, he playfully tackles you into the snow and tries to cover your face in snow.

"okay, truce for real this time!" you half-giggle, half-yell, using your arms to shield your face.

“only if you admit i win this round...and that i'm the best boyfriend on earth."

you playfully roll your eyes, a smile dancing on your lips. "alright, you win this round… and you’re the best boyfriend on earth," you concede with a chuckle, looking up at your boyfriend hovering over you, arms placed on either side of your head propping him up. brown strands peek out from under his beanie, and his nose carries a rosy tint from the cold. his lips mirror the hue at the tip of his nose. he gazes at you with radiant eyes, carefully scanning every detail of your face.

his greatest fear is losing the memory of your face. that's why he insists on facetiming whenever he's away and takes pictures of you at every possible occasion. most importantly, when you're together, he's dedicated to admiring you, taking in every detail from your voice and laughter to the irresistible charm of your lips.

he leans in — his lips are cool against yours and so is the tip of his nose gently grazing your left cheek, but a comforting warmth spreads through you. the kiss is tender, mirroring the gentleness that defines every aspect of gyuvin. with a subtle smile, he pulls back, his gaze locked onto yours.

"round two?" he suggests, his hands brushing the snow from your left cheek.

"you better start running because i'm gonna win this time!"

#ꔫ˚｡angel ˚｡ꔫ writes #kim gyuvin #gyuvin x reader #fluff #zb1 #zb1 drabbbles #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone #zb1 fluff #fluffmas #christmas #kpop imagines #kpop drabbles

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spacequokka · 1 year

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Monsta X Kinks & Turn-Ons

@iibonniee Hide ya brain cells. I’m back with another kinky shit post that’ll likely end up with Monbebes throwing me in a closet.

Hyunwoo || Venus: Gemini, Mars: Taurus || Turn On: Control

Mr. Traditional. Likes fun and variety with witty conversation. He’s a sensual guy, but it takes a lot to get him going. Try harder, baby. He can be romantically impulsive. Likes to please and tease at his own place. Just give him the reins, you know you want to.

Minhyuk || Venus: Libra, Mars: Scorpio || Turn On: Foreplay

Mr. Idealistic. He’s willing to make your relationship by conceding and adjust his life to accommodate you. Loves to share everything with you, but don’t take advantage of it! Treats you exactly how he wants to be treated. Has a taste for mature partners. He’s a hopeless romantic who loves a challenge and finds it difficult to share his partners. Not saying he’s against it. Just might struggle to watch you. He’s attracted to “taboos” and wild fantasies, so share yours with him. Pretty sure he’s down to try it. He’s got stamina for days and enjoys submissive partners.

Kihyun || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Sagittarius || Kink: Shibari Bondage

Our resident kink master. He’s intense as fuck. That prince charming grin is a trap. “Isn’t afraid of getting his mind dirty.” Excuse me, wtf. Penny for his thoughts. Never gives up. “Strong sexual powers.” So he’s what, the Harry Potter of sex? I have several questions. He’s blunt and eager, amorous and sensual. We knew that tho. He tends to focus on his partner with laser precision and you know what requires that much attention to detail? Shibari. It’s its own art form and I can see him being a HUGE fan of it. He can get possessive to the point of jealousy if you don’t prove your loyalty to him. All the dom vibes. Fight me. Though he’s not incapable of giving you control once he feels secure enough in your relationship. Good luck.

Hyungwon || Venus: Capricorn, Mars: Capricorn || Turn On: Someone willing to ride

The Pillow Prince. He’s a realist and will be “upfront” with you. He’ll try to win you over by showing you he has self-control (it’s a trap) and likely bait you into doing most of the work. He’s a romantic looking for a soulmate, and when he thinks he’s found The One, you’ll see him exerting more of his precious energy. Shy but willing to commit. Wants to show you off in a quiet way. And the sex? Keep it nasty if you can.

Jooheon || Venus: Scorpio, Mars: Leo || Kink: Praise (Receiving)

No one is shocked by this. Has a strong need for a partnership. 🥺 Someone cuff him. Like Kiki, he gets possessive and makes it his mission to ruin you. Get you addicted to him through pleasure and commitment, body and soul. Sign me tf up. Wants to explore every inch of you, inside and out, but will guard his secrets until he feels he can trust you with them. Another guy prone to jealousy but it's because he’s so devoted to you and he’ll fight dirty to win your heart. Borderline nympho as he’s easily turned on (no fr, tell him he did a good job) and will give it to you anywhere (like, say the backseat of his car). Honey acts with his heart and goes all in.

Changkyun || Venus: Pisces, Mars: Aquarius || Turn On: The Art of Seduction

Our Lone Wolf favors instant gratification except when it comes to choosing a partner, even if it's just for one night. He’s straightforward (ofc), dreamy and soft-hearted. Can be sweetly playful when he starts to fall for you. He does have a Captain Save-a-Hoe complex so you gotta make sure he’s attracted to you and not your situation. Expect lots of tender moments and romance. Extra points if you’re older. Likes surprising you with his open-mindedness. Don’t just give in; make him work for it. He’ll delight you with his wit and determination and turn you out in bed.

Hoseok || Venus: Aries, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Breeding, Switch

Mr. Thirst Trap. This shameless flirt has a childish charm, and he uses it like a weapon. You will not survive. He loves to tease and is looking for an energetic partner to keep up with his stamina. Requires plenty of stimulation and likes to lead and please you. Just trust him. Reacts spontaneously and intensely to the Object of Obsessive Horniness and will make it known. Though he doesn’t want kids, he still gets a kick out of the thrill and possessiveness of stuffing you with cum.

#mxnetwork #monsta x headcanons #monsta x smut #shownu smut #lee hoseok smut #wonho smut #minhyuk smut #kihyun smut #hyungwon smut #jooheon smut #joohoney smut #changkyun smut #i.m smut #monsta x zodiac #monsta x birth chart #sorry not sorry #i have an active imagination #hyunwoo smut

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coneyislandbabey · 1 year

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butterfly wings. -> w. rojas

WARNINGS: profanities and more incredibly sappy dad warren

SYNOPSIS: It's your and Warren’s daughter, Mariposa's first Halloween. Written for this request! (Part of the mariposaverse fics, the rest of which can be found on my master list) word count: 1,126

“Your papi is going to love this,” you said, smiling proudly down at your work. Mariposa gurgled up at you from her position on the bed, kicking her legs happily. You had been planning her first halloween costume practically since before she was born, when you calculated that she would be nearly six months old on the holiday, perfectly chubby and adorable. The idea for her costume came to you shortly after she was born, and you told Warren right then and there that it would be a surprise. He had been asking– well, begging really– you to tell him what it would be ever since.

Now Halloween was here, and you had been able to execute the idea better in reality than it even was in your head. Mariposa was wearing a long-sleeve black onesie that you had sewn wings onto, made out of silk that you had cut into the right shape yourself, and watercolored in the pattern of monarch wings. Camila had crocheted a little black hat for her, too, that had cartoonish little antennae sprouting from the top. It was nestled over the baby’s mass of curly black hair; a carbon copy of her father’s. You had gotten face paint from a costume store in Hollywood, and painted a little butterfly on each of your cheeks, and were wearing a dress in the exact same shade of orange as Mariposa’s wings.

You picked up your squirming daughter and carried her over to the floor-length mirror, giving both of you a once-over.

“We look perfect, my little butterfly,” you said triumphantly, nuzzling your nose against hers.

A short while later the front door opened, and you could hear Warren fumbling around. “Where are my girls at? I wanna see this costume finally!” He shouted, and you could hear the smile in his voice.

“Coming! Cover your eyes,” you shouted from the top of the stairs, gathering Mariposa up in your arms once more. You peered down the staircase to see your husband standing there, hands over his eyes and his face lifted in a smile. Once you were sure he wasn’t looking, you carried Mariposa down them, stopping right in front of him. “Okay, you can look now.”

Immediately, Warren pulled the hands from his eyes and drank in the view in front of him. His mouth dropped open, and you grinned as you could physically see the affection filling his dark eyes.

“I have never seen anything more perfect,” he breathed, and you laughed at the awe in his voice. Mariposa started giggling when she heard your laughter, and reached out her chubby little arms toward Warren, who immediately snatched her up and held her close to his chest.

“Look at you, princesa,” he said emphatically. “Mama made you look so perfect and beautiful, just like her.”

In response, Mariposa dropped her head against his cheekbone.

“Isn’t she the cutest thing in the world,” you cooed as you stepped over to the sideboard, where your camera was. You picked it up and turned it on the two of them, snapping a photo.

“You both are, but that’s true all the time,” he responded. “Hey, wait a minute– you guys match, I wanna match too!”

He was borderline pouting at you, and you burst out laughing at the expression on his face.

“Don’t worry, I knew you would. Go look up on the bed, I laid out your costume,” you said.

He didn’t waste a second before turning and bounding up the steps, and you followed at a leisurely place, an amused smile affixed on your face.

“No fucking way,” you heard Warren’s voice, slightly muffled from the bedroom. By the time you reached him, he was already wearing the white t-shirt and black vest embroidered with a bunch of bright monarch butterflies that you had gotten ready for him. You had found the vest at a thrift shop, then a plain black with a border of round silver studs, and asked an artist friend of yours to do the embroidery. You had thought it absolutely perfect when she dropped it off to you, and it was only made more perfect by the look of sheer euphoria on Warren’s face. Mariposa was sitting in bed with the shirt he had previously been wearing bunched in her little fists, chewing on the fabric.

“It looks even better than I imagined,” you gushed, reaching out and straightening the fabric. Warren’s hands came to your waist, a warm and gentle pressure against your skin. You grinned up at him, twisting your arms around his neck and bringing his face to yours.

When you broke the kiss it was just barely, your noses still touching. “You think I’m sexy even when I’m decked out in butterflies?’

“I would say that you’re extra sexy decked out in butterflies,” you nodded seriously, and Warren let out a whisper of a laugh, closing the miniscule gap between you as he kissed you again.

“Now, do you want me to paint your cheeks with butterflies, too?”

“Is that even a question?”

The sun was low in the sky, bathing the whole street in gold, by the time you were ready to leave for trick-or-treating. Warren had gotten Mariposa’s little wooden wagon all ready for the occasion, filling it with blankets and all of her favorite stuffed animals. He was standing on the sidewalk with the wagon’s handle grasped in his hands, making conversation with Camila, who had come with Julia so the girls could trick-or-treat together. The little girl was dressed in a black dress, her face painted green and a pointed witch’s hat almost bigger than her perched on her head.

When Camila saw you and Mariposa coming down the steps she squealed, clapping her hands together in delight. “God, you guys are the cutest little family I’ve ever seen in my fucking life!”

“We are, aren’t we?” Warren asked, unabashedly checking you out as you walked over to them.

“Wait, let me take a picture of the three of you,” Cami ordered, motioning her hands so you would stand together. You snuggled into Warren’s side, and his hand snaked around your waist. He tickled the bottom of one of Mariposa’s little feet, causing her irresistible laugh to ring out in the air. The photo that Camila took then would quickly become one of your favorites; in it, Mariposa is perched on your hip, her little mouth wide in a toothless smile, eyes screwed shut with her laughter, you are looking straight at the camera, your smile scrunching the butterflies on your cheeks, making them look almost as if they’re flying, and Warren is looking down at you, love written on his face plain as the sun in the sky.

tag list: @eonnyx

#daisy jones and the six #djats #warren rhodes #warren rhodes x reader #warren rojas #warren rojas x reader #eddie roundtree #eddie loving #karen karen #karen sirko #billy dunne #graham dunne #camila dunne #julia dunne #daisy jones

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urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites · 13 days

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hello!! Could you do something where m!greaser turned out to be in 2 movies (first he was 10, the second when he was 16) had a total of 4 lines and 7 minutes of screen time with both. How would the gang react + Cherry when she recognized him?

Yes I would love to do that thanks so much for requesting this it’s such a fuego idea!!! ❤️❤️❤️ I love your account btw

Ponyboy Curtis

-shocked

-asks the most questions

-a lot of which you don’t know the answer because your only answer is actor and he asks a lot about the production, shooting, lighting etc.

-“do you know what model cameras they used for this shoot? And how they got that, uh, grainy effect?”

-lore master

-“but how do you think this plot played into that romance? Because to me, it doesn’t make a lotta sense…”

-out of everyone he’s the most excited

-he loves movies and now he gets to have an inside connection to film

-it’s the greatest thing ever

-he watches your part over and over fr

-would decode the whole movie (even if it’s not that deep 💀) gets into ALL the lore

-figures out that your seemingly small part is actually a lot more important to the plot than most think and explains it to you

-and you’re like 👍 😅

Johnny Cade

-mind boggled

-after he gets over it and smiles at you

-“Gee I didn’t know you were in a movie. Y/n, it’s so cool that you were in a movie!”

-he’s a total fanboy

-he’s really proud but keeps it more quiet

-will absolutely show the movie to other just so Che can slip in

-“actually… my friend was in that.”

-he’s so cute about it fr

Sodapop Curtis

-thought the movie was boring until your part

-Fr he was about to fall asleep then heard the sound of your voice and blinked his eyes open

-he recognizes it instantly and sits up and looks at the tv to confirm

-“wait… YOU WERE IN A MOVIE”

-his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets

-doesn’t like movies but this becomes his new favorite one

-is so impressed and thinks it’s super cool

-he was the widest stupidest grin on his face and (like cherry) keeps it on the entire time you talk in the movie

Darry Curtis

-I think he has the most chill reaction

-DONT get me wrong he’s super impressed but I don’t think he would like outwardly show that as much as the rest of the gang

-raises his eyebrow in surprise and turns to face you

-“you were in that?… huh, that’s pretty neat.”

-smirks and gives you a pat on the back

-“I didn’t know you did stuff like that…”

-whenever he feels upset/stressed I feel like he’d watch little 10 yr old you in the movie and it would cheer him up and clam him a bit

Dallas Winston

-Once he finds out it’s a nonstop bragging session

-to the point where you’re like ok I don’t think I should’ve told you 💀😭💅

-he teases you so hard tho

-“Careful now you’re talkin to a big time actor here”

-“Dally I had four freaking lines”

-he will tell anyone who will listen (and anyone who won’t)

-but he only ever brags about you behind your back

-he’s got a reputation to keep up

-He can’t be seen complementing you to your face or the gang will never let him hear the end of it (even though everyone knows how impressed n proud he is)

-he’s actually obsessed and whenever you leave he’d watch your part again and just smirk like “that’s my y/n”

Two Bit Matthews

-didn’t even know you could do that

-shocked in the best way like “yeah that’s y/n right there! On the TV!”

-thinks you know like every celeb now 💀

-“So did you meet Elvis Presley?! What about Audrey Hepburn??!”

-“No, two, I do not know every famous person in the world because I spent 7 minutes in a few movies 💀😭💅”

-super supportive and impressed

-he wants you to keep acting so that you can get all famous and introduce him to Hollywood people 💀

Steve Randle

-when he sees your movies for the first time he raises his eyebrows like damn

-he glances at you, nodding his head

-“I didn’t know you were such a bigshot”

-you chuckle and roll your eyes

-he thinks that you’re 10 year old self is adorable

Cherry Valance

-she’s so happy for you and sweet about it

-“You’re so talented! Even in that one where you were still pretty young”

-endless compliments

-“Why, I didn’t know I was friends with an actor??!”

-gives you the biggest grin and keeps it the whole 7 minutes you’re on screen

-she’s so impressed n proud fr

-she thinks it’s like the coolest thing, especially because she grew up around a lot of relatively boring Socs

-so this is a big deal

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miko-magica · 1 year

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Helpless

♡ Synopsis : In which Kaeya and Diluc never lost their father Crepus and the uncrowned king knight of Mondstat starts to be interested with a certain painter from Liyue.

♡ Note !! : Sorry I need Ragbros and Diluc fluff, It's 12am rn so don't expect anything too good when it comes to words. Diluc in this fic is still a bit like himself now but he's cheery and closer with Kaeya. Ajax (Childe) is your brother because I love him and I think it'd be a funny conversation to have. Crepus is a friendly man in this fic and I can't tell you otherwise, he is a FRIENDLY MAN (I'm a hyv employee fr)

A beautiful Monday morning. Your brother, Ajax decided this time of day would be a good day to have a drink in Mondstat's Angel share. "Ajax, if we were truly related I would question how." You say taking a drink of your Dandelion wine that you both ordered. " Well, I would question why you drink only one glass of this amazing wine Master Crepus here have given us!" Ajax said with a chuckle sharing a kind grin towards the man who returned the favor with a chuckle.

Crepus wasn't really fond of the Fatui himself but you being a big help and a well known painter as well as his associate— he grew fond of your brother. "Well I can't exactly take all the credit, my sons did help me with brewing that drink. It was their idea in fact." He said in a cheery voice, Ajax seemed to be enlightened by this news; He seemed to have gotten the instinct to adopt another sibling. "Ah! Yes I remember seeing a knight with red hair, I don't remember another though?" You say with a smile on your face taking another sip of your wine.

"Ah you've probably seen Kaeya, he doesn't look much like me. The blue haired knight with a Cryo vision. He's a remarkable fighter and though he is quite fond of drinking he's very reliable. Diluc is the one you saw, he's very serious and snarky yet he's really cheerful around his brother. They're basically inseparable!" Crepus replied as the doors of the Tavern opened revealing two tall knights "Good morning Father!" The two said in sync as they walked over to master Crepus. "Ah! Speak of the devils." He chuckled.

Ajax saw the two and never took his eyes off of them, on the other hand.. the boys also had their eyes glued onto your brother. "Hello, you must me Kaeya and Diluc? I'm glad to have finally met you both!" You say in an attempt to break the tension, Diluc turned his head towards you and paused to open his mouth for a moment but he only bit his inner lip and blinked several times while Kaeya snickered. "Hello, you must be the painter our father has been talking about! You're even more stunning than father had warned you to be." He said nudging his brother with a chuckle, you laughed from his statement— a statement your brother seemed to not have appreciated.

"What do you mean by that?" Ajax said putting his drink down and staring Kaeya dead in the eyes "oh! I didn't mean anything like that, apologies I was just teasing." Kaeya chuckled apologetically while Diluc nudged and whispered something to his brother then cleared his throat "Welcome to Mondstat, I heard you were from Liyue? How've you enjoyed your stay so far?" He asked with a smile on his face as he sat down on the barstool next to yours. "It's been great, I enjoy the scenery here a lot. The people of Mondstat are also very welcoming and kind, I'm quite glad I've come here again." You say as you took another drink of your wine which seemed to have never run out.

"Ah.. yes. I see— yes.." Diluc silently says while Crepus gave a little chuckle, as you turned to them you see that Kaeya seemed to have whispered something to him. "Huh? Have I missed something.." You ask with confused eyes, Ajax laughed through his drink while shaking his head ever so slightly almost as if he was mocking you.

— Two weeks

"Kae I don't think you understand! Have you seen their eyes? They're gorgeous— not just their eyes it's- it's them as a person! I- oh my archons what's happening to me." Diluc says catching his breath "Yeah 'luc you told me 'Kae.. this one's mine..' in that tavern when you first met, it's crazy to see the great knight Diluc fonding over someone like this... Wait til' Jean hears about this!" Kaeya said teasingly, while Diluc sat on his chair helplessly. Everytime you looked at Diluc, he started to get lost in your eyes, every small contact with you had him almost melt into a small puddle.

"Kae you can't blame me— they wrote letters ! See-! These letters! Their handwriting- choice of words I- just everything! Do you see!? Kae I can't— what am I compared to them? All I have is my honor and my tolerance for pain! How can I —" Diluc said fumbling over his words while he showed the letters to his dear brother who seemed to have been getting a kick out of his brother's misery "Hm..you're definitely— Ah! HAHAHA! OH DILUC! You're crushing so badly I have to tell father!" He says with an overly happy tone.

"What— no! Kae you can't do that!" The redhead said with a huff but Kaeya seemed to not have listened since now Diluc is watching Crepus walk across the room to you— stone faced you were. By that time he thought 'I'm through' , the nights he received your letters, the time when he'd look into your eyes and he'd drown in them. Crepus said nothing about Diluc liking you but he did hint that he knew you felt the same way.

He was helpless when your smile was as bright as ever, your eyes shining ever more brighter than it ever did. The more he stared the more he felt himself slowly melting and fading away into nothing but liquid. The more he thinks of your beautiful smile the more he falls for you, the more he thinks of what his father could've said that brought you that much joy, the more he succumbs to the gentle feeling of being around you. When you looked back at him he looked away immediately while he grabbed Kaeya's arm and started to chat with a random topic and a bright red face.

— One month later

God, he was drowning in your presence,he finally had the guts to ask you out. You two ate in a fancy restaurant, his whole being was frozen the moment he had a conversation with you going on for hours on end. When he picked you up, when you ate, when he sent you home. You chatted almost endlessly, he wished for it to last forever. Diluc was melting everytime you wrapped your arm around his, everytime he saw his father and brother in the corner of his eye cheering him on. The moment you held his hand to bid goodbye, he was melting inside and each moment he couldn't help but feel so warm that it physically made him weak.

— Two months later

Ajax grew fond of Diluc upon seeing how much weaker he seems when he's with you, how he sees his hands tremble when you hold his hand to guide him, when he sees Diluc's face heat up in a way that it could be hotter than his pyro vision. "Treat them well, I don't want to see them cry." Ajax said patting Diluc's shoulder while Diluc just nodded firmly. Even though his face was straight, he was bursting with joy inside.

— Seven months later

He met your family, Teucer grew fond of Diluc almost immediately, a new side of Diluc was unlocked whenever your siblings came close to him. He wasn't really fond of children but your siblings were too sweet for him to ignore. It's actually really rare to see him like this.

"Your family sure is something, they bring out a side of me I can't really explain. Teucer confides with me and Ajax tried to Fight me." He said with a smile plastered on his face, you can't help but smile and chuckle. This man beside you, he could be yours if you just say so. But do you really have the courage to do so? Teucer was going to go home with Ajax to Snezhnaya tomorrow, you have bigger matters to attend to.

— Half a month later

"REALLY?" Kaeya yelled, it echoed through the whole winery. Crepus and Adelinde hurried up to Diluc's room upon hearing the commotion. They saw Diluc as flustered as ever but this time he's smiling more than he ever had, Kaeya was chuckling and nudging Diluc while small "congratulations" escaped his mouth. "What happened?" Crepus asks, Elzer who followed to see what was happening could be seen behind the two also confused by the matter.

"They're together !" Kaeya exclaimed as the three took a pause and cheered, Diluc was more than embarrassed now. Adelinde asked Diluc to tell her everything while Elzer watched on the sidelines as Diluc stuttered and fumbled. It wasn't over though, Diluc was teased the whole day— it even extended to the next day, Crepus and Kaeya never stopped talking about how red and happy he was to finally be with you. Though he's embarrassed, he seemed to be more than glad to be with you. More than happy to enjoy your touch and your presence everyday.

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katgalaxywrites · 2 years

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Quick Call || Charles Leclerc

Warnings: just some awkwardness and fluff, and mention of medical issues (family member). Italian translation: “andiamo” means “let’s go”.

Summary: Carlos gives you a quick video call, featuring your long-time crush.

Author’s Note: I’m flirting with the idea of a part 2. Let me know what you think!

Kat Galaxy’s Master List

Your phone chirped on the arm of the sofa beside you, nearly making you jump out of your skin. You glanced down at the screen, and immediately rolled your eyes before answering the call.

“Y/N!” a voice screamed as the screen lit up, revealing one of your closest friends. You chuckled.

“Hi Carlos,” you droned, trying your hardest to sound as annoyed as possible. He just grinned as if his mission was already complete.

Carlos and you had been close since you stayed as an exchange student in his family’s home. Over the six months you were there, he had become more like your brother.

Your horrendously annoying brother.

“How are you?” he asked in a chipper voice, his grin wider than normal.

He was up to something.

You cocked a brow. “Don’t you have a race in like, an hour? Shouldn’t you be preparing instead of bothering me?” He scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I get it, you don’t want to talk to me. I’m not good enough to be your friend anymore--”

“Oh, stop being dramatic, Sainz. Seriously, good luck with the race. Sorry I couldn’t be there this time, but I wanted to be here for my mom’s surgery. But, I’ll be at the next one for sure.” You smiled, folding your legs in front of you.

“Of course; family is important. I hope all is well with her.”

Carlos glanced to his lift for the fifth or sixth time now, piquing your interest.

“What are you looking at?” You glanced at his side, as if you could see past the screen boundary. He grinned, then turned his phone, revealing the face of his teammate.

“Oh, hi Charles.” You face heated instantly. Carlos had figured out you were harboring feelings for the Monegasque driver just a few weeks earlier. You had let your guard down, and your inquisitive friend caught on instantly.

“Hi Y/N,” Charles responded sweetly, his smile light. His dimples made your heart rate soar as you fumbled for what else to say.

“Too bad our good luck charm is so far away,” Charles giggled, coaxing a smile to your lips. God, you loved his voice.

“Yeah, but I’ll be there next weekend for sure. Nothing can stop me.” You bit the inside of your cheek. Why were you so nervous? You had talked with Charles loads of times. But, you had always had time to pump yourself up a little. This was more of a surprise, which left you off guard.

“I’m being called to the other side of the pit. I’ll leave you two to talk. Besides, Charles has something to tell you,” Carlos announced, giving Charles a shove, then stepping away from the phone. He flicked a devilish grin towards the phone, then jogged away into the pits.

You sat there, staring at the screen. Charles glanced around the pit around him, then sighed. He seemed as off as you felt.

“Carlos is right,” Charles finally muttered, breaking the silence.

Your heart rate picked up again. “Yeah?”

Charles nodded. “Yeah. He’s been pestering me about it for a while and has been trying to get me to say something for months. Then, a few weeks ago, he said he had learned something new about you, which he hoped would give me more motivation.”

Your stomach flipped. You knew exactly what he was talking about. Fuck you Carlos. He has opened his big mouth and--

“I have feelings for you,” he announced loudly. His face winced a little bit at his volume. Then, his gaze came to rest on you. “Romantic, I mean. I have for a while. I told Carlos shortly after I met you that you were beautiful and nice, and now--”

“Shortly after you met me?” The words just blurted out. “A year?”

You had known Charles for almost a year, being introduced after Carlos invited you to a race. You had been a regular in the pits ever since.

Charles bowed his head. “Honestly, I didn’t know how you felt. You’ve become good friends with a lot of the guys here. I thought maybe you had your eyes on someone else, or no one at all.” His cheeks reddened. It was weird to see the usually goofy and sweet man so meek and shy.

You smiled. “Don’t worry, Charles. Carlos has been badgering me to say something too.” Your eyes lingered on him. “Ever since I told him how I feel about you, by accident.” You chuckled the last few words, earning yourself another smile from Charles.

Charles leaned back a little, then chuckled to himself.

“So, you do like me?” The statement sounded more like an audible thought than a question.

“Yep,” you muttered in response, your heart nearly exploding from your chest.

After a few moments of silence, Charles spoke.

“Next weekend, when you’re here, I want to take you out. Coffee, or dinner, or something. Just the two of us.” His sweet face lit up, his eyes hopeful. You laughed lightly and nodded.

“I’d love that. As long as it’s not distracting you from the race.” Charles shook his head.

“Not at all. I would love it.”

You nodded as your whole body relaxed. “It’s a date.”

“Charles, andiamo!” a voice from the other side of the paddock screamed.

You chuckled, nodding behind the handsome driver. “Sounds like it’s showtime. Be good, Leclerc. I’ll be watching.”

Charles grinned. “You promise?” You nodded. “Good. I’ll call you tonight, amoureuse.”

With that, he winked and blew you a kiss, then ended the call.

You leaned back against your sofa and let out a long sigh. Well, that happened. You didn’t know whether to strangle Carlos or thank him.

Either way, you had to figure out what you were going to pack for the next weekend, and for your date... with Charles.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc and reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #carlos sainz #charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc x reader fluff #f1 imagine

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kuromhiel · 1 year

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Delicious taste of envy

Female!Reader

➥Guren Ichinose

NOT PROOFREAD

"L-Lieutenant Colonel..." Sayuri gasped in surprise. She smiled sweetly, as a blush spread through her cheeks.

Her reactions always made you quite irritated. You wonder why..

"[Name]." The seated male spoke up, making you turn your gaze on his presence. "Lieutenant Colonel. What do you want?" You spat back.

"My, my, that tone of yours only appears on a bad day." He chuckled, his lower face being covered by his two hands that were intertwined with each other, his elbows being placed on his table.

"What happened?" He raised a brow, his eyes looking up at you. "Literally none of your business. Anyways, why'd you call me in your dusty office."

He sat properly, then leaning on his chair, taken aback by your words as he brushed his hair back. He shook his head after, you, earning a grin from him. "You really did have something happen in order for you to have your day ruined, huh?" He laughed.

"Sayuri said she needed a bit of assistance. The students have been 'out of control' she said." He rolled his eyes, knowing it was the two students, Yuichiro Hyakuya and Shiho Kimizuki.

"Mm.." You nodded as you listened, your gaze on the old books on the shelves, waiting to be read for a lifetime. "Are you willing to help?" He asked. Your gaze landed on him, rolling your eyes as you leaned with your two hands on his desk.

"Hey, you're their supervising teacher! Why should it be me?" You huffed, "But, I guess. I don't mind." You retreated to your standing position, your hands now crossed below your chest.

Before Guren could talk, two male voices were heard shouting. Guren sighed as he stood up, walking before standing behind you. You turned around, looking at Guren who was now faced infront of you.

"Let's check on them, shall we?" He suggested, you nodded.

Both of you walked through the silent hallway, until the sound of punching and shouting went in. You cringed at the imaginary situation you were trying to create in your head. You blinked, looking at the man infront of you who had his hands on his pockets.

He was really tall, wasn't he? You laughed, and he heard. You quickly cover your mouth with your hand, coughing awkwardly as a cover up to what happened. "Sorry, itchy throat." You laughed.

He raised a brow and grinned, "Itchy throat but you laughed? What were you thinking about, hm?" He stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. "About your non-long lasting relationship..." You mumbled.

He frowned, sighing as he started to walk again, "Sorry! I didn't mean that." You felt guilty, you were just trying to make a joke...That may have gone too far. The pang on your chest made your day even worst. Why did you have to joke about his relationship with Mahiru?

You both arrived infront of the classroom's door, him sliding it open, walking in, as you followed behind.

Sayuri gasped in surprise, seeing the Lieutenant Colonel appear. "Why is it always so damn loud in here?" He sounded really pissed, huh. You looked way as you felt your cheeks turn warm. 'He does sound kind of hot...' You thought.

You walked in with Guren, standing in the front of the class as you sticked your gaze to Sayuri. She was more than happy to see Guren, especially him standing infront of her.

'Ugh, what a-'

Your thoughts stopped as you looked at the black haired student speak in an irritating tone.

You didn't notice your eyebrows were furrowed, until you looked at Guren, who raised a brow.

"What?" You asked, blinking, your eyebrows still furrowed. "Are you mad at Yuichiro or what?" He joked, "You look mad." He cleared up. You blinked, relaxing your face as you realized.

"Oh..I'm not mad at all." You cleared your throat, turning to the pink haired male who questioned in a well-mannered way.

Guren spoke back, as your mind blurs. 'Why do I feel so upset?' You turned your gaze to Sayuri, who was looking at Guren.

"Master Guren!" She gasped, you swore you wanted to tear of that clip of hers from her hair before realizing why she yelled out his name.

Black thick strings came out from the floors and ceiling. You felt the whole classroom shake as you turn to Guren who had his katana out.

You looked at the students who were struggling to breathe, including Sayuri who looked like she was being squeezed. "Psh, what a weakling." You managed to spit out. Realizing you had said it out loud, but because of the screams of Guren's demon, it wasn't heard.

You sighed in relief, removing your gaze from Sayuri to Guren. Shoot. He was looking at you. He blinked before putting his katana back to it's own place, "Alright." He said while doing it.

Everybody gasped for air as the others stayed still without reacting. I blinked, looking at Shinoa who had a mischievous grin plastered on her face. You smiled back, rolling your eyes playfully to earn a funny reaction from her.

Guren pointed out all of the people who was standing. After his small fight with Shinoa, everyone headed out to get their own cursed gear.

[Name] walked behind the group, as she made holes in the back of Sayuri's head from her intense stare. Guren and Sayuri were walking side by side. It made her so, jealous?

She continued her intense staring, Guren turned his head to the side, glancing at the girl who was walking behind. He noticed that she was staring into Sayuri's soul. He smirked. Letting the others walk first. Sayuri noticed and looked at Guren who was now walking back.

"M-Master Guren- Where are you going?" Sayuri asked, her stuttering made your blood boil. You gritted your teeth as you noticed Guren infront of you. You looked up at him, realizing he had ignored Sayuri's question.

You stared into his eyes, hearing Shinoa call Sayuri to continue walking. You sighed, mentally thanking Shinoa. "Look, I'm sorry I made that joke.." You looked at the ground before a hand was placed on your chin, forcing you to look up at his gorgeous purple eyes. "It's alright. It's true, that relationship didn't last long. Although she's my sword now. It's a demon-human relationship now." He joked, "Whatever." You huffed.

"I'd rather you call me Master Guren than Sayuri calling me that, though. But she's a good girl, so she calls me that." He smirked, earning an irritated and cute reaction from you. "Oh my God, what's so special about her and her half bun hairstyle?! Even she talks to me about how Mahiru is-"

You were forced to shut up as a pair of lips were placed on yours. It lasted a good 10 seconds before he pulled away. "Relax, I only have my eyes on you.

OWARI NO SERAPH IS SO UNDERRATED ISTG?! I'm inlove with this man<3 (Seraph of the end fans, please I beg you, request!!! Except for Ferid, I despise that man :D)

#guren x reader #guren ichinose x reader #owari no seraph #seraph of the end #guren x female reader #ameijamsONS🧛

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icanseethefuture333 · 6 months

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A reading on

Marilyn Monroe

Channeled messages:

"I prefer to be called Norma."

"Being Marilyn was devastating for me."

"I was enriched with the pleasures and joys of the world, but I could only be Marilyn, not Norma."

"I created an identity to escape my sufferings, but only to be faced with more."

"I miss my friends dearly."

"My beloved ___ (she doesn't wish to state who)."

"It's just a dress. She (Kim 💀) did me a favor by ripping that old thing."

"I appreciate others caring for my memory, but they can honor me differently (she's saying don't be weird fr)."

"I have plenty of other dresses that are far more beautiful."

"I actually didn't care for dressing up that much, I preferred to dressed casually and comfortably!"

"At first I was hurt by the movies they made about me, now I just laugh, they are obsessed with me, it's ridiculous."

"Oh, yes... *grins* (I asked is she at peace now that she's passed)."

"I am finally a happy old lady with wrinkles! I'm glad!"

Marilyn's past life lessons

Norma was a master manifestor. She had a powerful subconscious mind and was able to visualize her desires into her reality. Norma wanted change and she got it. Creating a new reality for herself as "Marilyn Monroe", when she previously used to be "Norma Jean". "If I could go back I would have healed first before focusing on pursuing my dream." By manifesting her dream as an actor, this also expanded her consciousness to a higher level. Norma was highly intelligent and spiritual. When she made it to the top, she had regrets regarding her past, her choices, and her loved ones. "I abandoned someone dear to me and I miss them so much, my heart aches for my babies." I think out of everything Norma regrets was her miscarriages or inability to be pregnant full term, she very much so wanted to be a mother but it just never happened. Despite this not being her fault, she feels to a point it was. "I had to mourn the loss of my children and the person I loved the most, I was not well." Her health decreased greatly in her acting career (mentally and physically). "I was being treated worse than a dog. Everyone only liked me to laugh at me, to fantasize about me. At least a dog had a place to go home to, what did I have left? Nothing." Towards the end of her life, she took it upon herself to take many risks and challenges. "I was going to get my freedom whether other people liked it or not. I am in control of my life, no one else." There is some sort of building that's significant or needs to be addressed, but I am unsure of what that place is or what it means 🧐. The events leading up to her death 😳...

I'm just gonna leave this here for interpretation 🙋🏽‍♀️

Marilyn's passing - what is her goal for the afterlife?

Norma does have plans to reincarnate. "I want to be reunited with my children." For her next life, her life lessons will be to learn how to trust others, discover what makes her happy, and to be more disciplined. "I can say I have done things I have shouldn't and I am terribly sorry for. I want to make it up to the people I care about if they will let me." Norma will live a more simpler life and as a way to give her a break from her past life's suffering, the universe could provide her with a happy and healthy family, or she will have to take the steps to get that wish fulfillment, but I do believe it will be possible. She will have to take responsibility for her actions, do something that is a good cause for others, and be empathetic to those surrounding her. I believe in Norma's next life she could work with children, perhaps a teacher? Or participate in a cause that helps with children. If she is unable to have a full term pregnancy, she could resort to adopting kids or being a foster mother. Norma will be more accepting of the challenges that come with this next lifetime and is already aware or prepared for it. "The past is the past and I am ready for my future."

#marilyn monroe #celebrity readings #afterlife reading #tarot #tarot readings #oracle #oracle cards

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harvardhaugland · 9 months

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Never requested anything in my life but how about a scenario where the reader jumpscares either jamie, luke or bosch (in the rooftops, while playing a game or training) and gets a laugh out of their reaction and then they get reader back for it except it leads into something a bit spicy 😳

Love your writing so much, I'll eat up anything you put out fr

-@gourdkeeper (anon because it'd message from my main </3)

twister! - luke ♡

a/n: ok funnily enough i actually had written ab eerily similar personal fic to something like this execpt it was an oc insert + they were training instead HELPPP but omg… yas of course!!! i already have another jamie fic in the works so i feel like i gotta switch things up w/ luke 👆👆sorry ive been writing nothing but fanfic smut lately and its only bc literally half of my account is old amateur fluff hcs LMAO

not proofread bc… YOLO!!!!

You do this routinely thing of hanging out with each and every one of your masters, a whole schedule, specific times of days. On Monday mornings Chun-li teaches you skeet shooting, Wednesday evenings are reserved for baking with Manon, Saturday nights are best for alcoholic shot games with Jamie.

Sometimes simple, sometimes ridiculous. You’re a real people pleaser.

No matter what day though, you always find some way to squeeze in game-time with your first master— Luke, of course. The two of you hangout often, being intimate whilst also eating snacks and constantly bantering whenever you game. Tonight was different, instead of the usual Strawberry Fighter IV ranked matches, you had suggested playing Twister. Boardgames are just some “old-fashioned fun”, you told him.

You both had been playing for hours now, no breaks, your limbs entwining, you have your head underneath Luke’s chest, both hands on two dots just below his feet. He has his face pressed against your back, facing the opposite way.

Luke is no Ryu, that’s for sure. But you’d like to think he would be somewhat skittish around scary insects— so before he reaches for the spinner again, your fingers lightly tickle his leg, trying to imitate the feeling of something crawling up his leg. Quickly, you shout, “Is that a spider?” drawing your hand back quickly.

“What—!?” Luke immediately backs away, falling off the plastic mat, shaking and kicking his legs frantically, watching you slowly rise up from the floor, fists in the air.

“Gotcha!” you point to him, laughing, holding your stomach with a wide grin on your face. Never in your life would you believe that actually worked as well as it did.

He pouts. Standing up, crossing his arms, checking his legs one more time, just incase, “Aw, c’mon. You cheated!” he points back at you, “But aw man, that was a good one..” he quietly admits. One thing about him that you’re glad about— he doesn’t take things to heart.

“I’ll get you back.” he swears, a wide smile on his face. Seemingly riled up already.

Before you quip back with a sly remark, Luke charges at you. Pinning you down against the floor, sparking up a playful wrestling match. Your legs are beside his hips, Luke’s arms are wrapped around your waist and his head is snuggled into the crook of your neck. He’s squeezing you, trying to pin you into submission. You’re too flustered to even try to “fight” back, simply giggling, hugging around his body instead, trying to insinuate to him.

“You’re bad.” he whispers, quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Were you just trying to get into my pants? You could’ve just asked, y’know. I’d gladly twist you into a pretzel myself—“

“Stop it, you cornball.” you joke, lightly tugging his head back. Luke starts to attack your neck with kisses. He’s quick to slide his hands underneath your shirt, feeling up your chest, moving his lips to touch yours, he’s more rougher and excited than usual. The days where you manage to get under his skin are the best.

He pulls you closer towards him, pressing your hips together, grinding his erection against you. You card your hands through his hair, he looks up at you with half-lidded eyes, mouth open agape, hot and bothered. He’s all of the sudden desperate to fuck you. He slides down your pants with haste, pulling down his own right after. When it comes to sex, Luke is way too excited, he’s often sloppy, messy as if he was actually inexperienced.

“You always look so good.” he says, pressing his fingers to your mouth, obliging you to open up, slicking his fingers with spit, sucking on his digits, muffled moaning as he continues to grind against you, pulling his fingers out.

Fucking on rooftops in the nighttime meant that you had privacy— but everyone could still very much hear you. So the two of you make a desperate effort to stay quiet, covering each other’s mouths everytime one lets out a particularly loud moan.

He makes it clear how badly he wants to be inside of you. He’s in a rush to use your spit as lube, teasing the tip of his cock into your entrance, closely observing your face for any sort of reactions as he slowly pushes in, groaning out in relief. Luke collapses against you, more licking and kissing all over your neck. Slow, hard thrusts rock your body back, he’s big, confident when he fucks, leaving you a sensitive, whiney, and needy mess everytime.

You want more, you beg for him, demand him to go harder, faster or slower. He obeys your every order, looking to please you, praise you.

“Luke,” you call out to him with a moan, “Close— so close.” you whine.

“Are you gonna cum? You just— god, you’re too good to me.” he groans, “I wish I could just fuck you all night, watch you get all shy for me.” he says, his thumb caressing your cheek. He’s hooked on all the noises you make, the little changes in your expression. It’s all too much, he feels you tighten around him, arching your back, pressing against his sweaty body.

“Good job, baby.” Luke pulls you into another tight hug, pressing a kiss to your neck, “Hold on, okay?” God, it seemed no matter how much you tease him, or how pent-up you’ll try to make him, Luke absolutely never would be degrading with you. When he speaks a constant flow of praises in your ears, the tone in his voice is shaky, so gentle with you, willing to keep going for as long as you cum.

You feel his cock twitch, his movements growing more sporadic, making the Twister mat underneath you two scrunch up and wrinkle, ruining the once wholesome little game. Luke lets out a relieved groan. His hips stutter as he cums inside, keeping you still against his pelvis, pulling out slow when he’s finished. “I’m still mad at you for cheating.” he jabs, sarcastic.

“Well, you paused the game last time I almost broke your win-streak! It’s fair game.” you reason.

#sf6 #sf6 x reader #street fighter 6 #street fighter x reader #luke sullivan #street fighter 6 x reader #dude im on a roll #i need more smutty luke fics that arent written by me now #PLEASE ILL PAY SOMEONE TO DO ITTTT

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zanashair · 2 years

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— heatwave (fluff & crack)

baji keisuke x F!reader

master list!

summary: as another heatwave strucked once again, you asked your friend, baji, for a bit of help to go buy a certain popsicle.

Warning! re-upload from wattpad, Can be seen as platonic or romantic, Possessive baji(?), spoiler spin-off character appeared & mentioned.

"it's so hot!" an annoyed groan left your mouth as your body lay down on the hard cold floor in a star position

"the ac is on" baji keisuke that has been sitting quitely in the living room couch, eyes still glued to the manga he had in his hands

"it's still so hot!" you complained once again

"you have an ac and a portable fan on you!?" he sweatdropped at your complaint, even with the hand sized portable fan wind hitting your face and neck, the whole world still felt like it was burning itself to ash (the portable fan helps up a bit tho)

a pout made it's way onto your face with your eyes closed, trying to think of a way to relieve yourself from this heatwave that has strucked japan once again in each summer

"kei can you get me a popsicle?" sitting up from your laying position, you gaze feel upon baji that had sat comfortably on his the red couch

"no."

"aw come on!" the hope in your tone of voice fell off at his immediate rejection, standing up you walked towards him before sitting on the floor in front him, your chin fell ontop of his thigh which slightly caught his very own attention

"I'll give you my money i swear!" you whined at the man as he continued to ignored your whining which irritated you a bit

"alright then." standing up on the both of your feet with the portable fan still stucked in your left hand, you grabbed your flip phone that had been sitting on top of the coffee table

"what are tou doing?" baji questioned you meanwhile your eyes were still glued onto the screen, searching for a certain name in your phone contact

"I'm gonna ask for HIS help" without even needing to mentioned the guys name, baji already knew who you meant just by the tone of your voice and the cocky glint's of stare you gave him

his eye flinched by the mentioned of him even when his name were not even spoken out in the first place, something about that guy's existence that just gets on baji's nerves

a few minutes of silence with baji mentally fighting his inner demon and you finally finished texting HIM, baji exhaled out a heavy sigh before standing up on his feet

"yeah sure, give me your money." he lended his opened palm towards you, asking for the money he were told from you to be given in the first place

an awkward silence envelope the quite room, baji stood there dumbfoundedly with your nervous expression slowly crept up onto your face, you think a bit of your choice. for someone who is a fast responders, he hasn't responded to your text yet even when 5 minutes has passed by knowing how the guy is either probably asleep or doesn't have his phone with him

"...I'll pay you back later! i promised!" deciding to just let baji do it since there is no any signs of him reading the text you had sent, and you didn't wanted to wait any longer.

"you're never gonna pay me back do you?"

"i will this time! pinky promise!" you hold out a pinky to him which he could only give it a few seconds of stare before rolling his eyes

"yeah whatever" was the last thing he said before walking closer towards the the entrance door, hands quickly grabbing onto the motorcycle key, and as his other free hand hold onto the door handle and twisted it opened, the sight of the white haired dude has appeared in front of him

"oh~?" it seemed like his hands were about to knock onto the wooden door before it was interrupted by the sudden opening before he could get the back of his fingers on it

"keisuke? what're you doing here?" a bored expression were now seen on baji's face by the sight of ryusei sato himself standing in front of him with the usual teasing grin on his lips which always left baji having the urge to wiped it away from his face

"ryusei you're here?" you popped up from behind baji, curious by the sudden new voice that has entered the apartment

"oh y/n! right on time here's-" his words instantly getting cut off by baji hand aggressively ripping the bag of popsicles from his hand as he quickly slammed the door shut on his face and locking it, leaving you stunned at his action

"here's your popsicle" he threw the bag onto your hands which you easily caught

"i didn't even get to say thank you--"

"--no need, I'll tell him that when he appeared on the next gang meetup"

he walked past you going back to the red couch and picking up the manga he read just a few minutes ago

"you're totally a tsundere, kei"

"shut up."

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #baji keisuke #ryusei satou #baji keisuke x reader #baji x reader #baji keisuke x y/n #baji keisuke x you #baji x y/n #baji x you #baji imagines #baji fluff #tokyorev x reader

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myballsyourballs · 2 years

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secret admirer? pt. 3

bakugo, midoriya, todoroki (seperate) x m! reader

genre: fluffy headcanons

warnings: swearing but there's swearing in all my fics man idk

notes: im back

masterlist | request | part one | part two

bakugo !

the grand reveal

this guy seriously likes to make everything a competition

todoroki wanted to confess first? oh fuck no. he’s going first without a doubt.

he acknowledges the fact that you could reject him, but he’s determined to try.

by “try” it’s like

“i'm your secret admirer. the better one. go out with me.”

he’s… eerily calm…

but very commanding???

anyway

you say you like him too

would stand there processing for a bit

he's just letting it sink in

and then

he would grin so mf smugly

literal definition of a shit-eating grin

then, "sunday?"

"sure"

"great. 2pm. i'll send you the address."

he takes you on a hike with a bunch of food that he cooked in his backpack

it’s like a picnic

with the most incredible view ever

afterward

who needs gifts when you get to see his pretty face

kidding

he still gives you gifts

regularly

if not even more regularly than before

and they’re even more incredible

you’ll get fine dining in a bento box if you’re with bakugo

this guy doesn’t do ‘mediocre’

it’s either go beyond or it’s nothing

would spoil you rotten

(but would deny it vehemently to anyone that asked)

only the best for the best, right??

midoriya !

the grand reveal

he blurts it out.

accidentally too.

he is not subtle

couldn’t be further from subtle

he would nearly try to retract it

but then he looks at your face and he just

“yeah….”

would stand there awkwardly until you reply

you say you like him too

bro is flabbergasted

“wh— really!?”

“yeah really”

“holy crap!!!!!!!!!!!”

will literally start glowing

cover your eyes because god damn his smile is beaming

he’ll ask you out if you don’t do it first

albeit he’ll do it very……………..uhhh

if he asks you out, he’s a mess basically

completely forgot what he was gonna say

it’s just so awesome that you like him back

will mentally fist-bump the fact that you like him and not todoroki or bakugou

afterward

continues to give you gifts (though less regularly given that he gifts you with his wonderful face)

loves to spend quality time with you

who needs gifts when you can talk

(although, he will put extra extra effort into the hero notebooks he writes for you)

todoroki !

the grand reveal

he's a tad inexperienced

buys you flowers (he saw it on wikihow)

holds them out awkwardly and says

"i'm your secret admirer... would you like to go on a date with me?"

if he's embarrassed the most he'll show is averting his eyes

maybe he'll blush a bit

(the flowers he got you are red roses)

(he's a little basic, forgive him)

you say you like him too

his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, and he smiles a little

"friday?"

takes you out to a super fancy restaurant

afterward

instead of increasing the quantity of his gifts, he increases the quantity of time he spends with you

he'll try and find gifts that are really meaningful to you.

sometimes he'll make little ice sculptures - not anything professional or amazing, but its the thought that counts

also, he's pretty touchy

mans is touch-starved fr

always holding your hand under the table at lunch

he's also a tad bit possessive

only subtly, and in the healthy way (not in the 'everyone who touches you should die' kind of way)

whenever someone gets too flirty or too touchy or whatever he'll somehow create a master plan so that he can sit/stand between you and them

likes it very much when you wear anything he gave you

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jadon sancho or marcus rashford 13?

Seeking Love~Jadon Sancho

*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*

Jadon is cutie fr. we need more Jadon content. anyways enjoy <3

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13-"I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now"

Things haven't been looking good for Man United lately. The last 5 games were something they didn't want to remember. Two loses and two draws with only one win.

What makes things worse was that Jadon didn't start in the last three games, only being subbed on in the last 15 minutes and barely having a chance to score.

So of course Jadon wasn't in his best moods recently. He wasn't mad or angry, he was just disappointed. And seeking some love from his girlfriend always made him better. Not when she was busy though.

y/n was still a university student, her last year actually. And her finals were in less than a month, and she was already spending all her time studying her ass off.

That wasn't something Jadon was enjoying. Of course he wanted her to be on top of her class and pass her tests with brilliant grades, but that meant she'd have less time for him.

After he arrived from his last training session of the week, he walked onto his girlfriend in their living room, her legs crossed and a table across her with all her papers scattered in front of her.

"hello love" he beamed with a smile, glad to see her after a long tiring training session

"hi" she replied, never looking up from the book between her hands

Jadon frowned and sat down next to her, trying to see what has gotten her attention that much that she didn't even look at him

It was her least favorite subject. Physics (that's me fr)

"you need some help with that?" he offered, knowing how many times she had cried because of it (also me)

"no thank you. I think I've got it" she looked up at him with a smile

She turned her head back to her books and papers, making Jadon frown again, as he didn't get his post-training kiss.

"you forgot something darling no?" he asked, confused why she would forget his sacred kiss that always him feel better

"oh shit. I forgot to make dinner. I'm sorry J. we can just order some take out" she apologized making Jadon chuckle

"no no its not about dinner" he shook his head with a smile

She looked at him with a confused face

"I think you forgot my kiss" he said in a low voice, leaning closer to her face

She smiled and turned her head away from him, back to her papers

"what if I didn't forget and just didn't give you one on purpose?" she teased, not looking at him

He gasped and placed an offened hand on his chest

"how dare you! I'm your boyfriend and I demand you kiss me right now" he said with a demanding tone, crossing his arms over his chest

y/n just smiled and continued ignoring him on purpose. It was fun to tease him a bit.

"y/n" he whined, trying to put his head in front of hers

She pushed his head away, trying to concentrate on her studies

"baby please" he begged with a pout, making y/n look at him again

His face lit up, before he leaned in quickly and settled his lips on her, kissing her deeply before she can turn her head again

After a few seconds of kissing, she pulled away and pushed him away

"go take a shower J. you stink" she said, pulling a disgusted face

He grinned and pecked her lips a few times before he got up.

At least he got his kiss.

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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐏𝐑𝐓.𝟑

╚»★«╝ 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐞𝐧: 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 & 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 x 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐨!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ╚»★«╝

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: angst

‌🇷‌🇦‌🇹‌🇮‌🇳‌🇬‌: non-explicit

🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, you all thought the coast was clear, only to find the labyrinth had one more twist.

🇼‌🇴‌🇷‌🇩‌ 🇨‌🇴‌🇺‌🇳‌🇹‌: 4.6k

🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Ahhh I was stuck on how to end it lol, but fr the way i was writing this would have been broken up to five parts 😮‍💨😮‍💨...go to 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐍𝐨. ʲʲᵏ if you want to understand this; also Y/n's (your) power/ability descriptions will be at the very bottom.

★·.·´🇯‌🇺‌🇯‌🇺‌🇹‌🇸‌🇺‌ 🇰‌🇦‌🇮‌🇸‌🇪‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

In this dreamlike tableau, you float on the edges of reality and watch the scene unfold. Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara cluster around Gojo like planets gravitating towards a sun, their expressions fraught with concern and palpable anxiety.

Yuji's eyes are narrowed, his normally carefree demeanor clouded by a sense of urgency. His hands are clenched into fists, an outward sign of his inner turmoil. It's like he's physically restraining himself from springing into action, from going to look for you himself.

Megumi stands there, his stoic facade more brittle than usual. "Where is she?" The question slices through the tension. Each word is a meticulously carved blade, sharpened by his deep-seated concern for you. The way his eyes flicker to Gojo suggests he's mentally preparing for the worst.

Nobara's arms are crossed, her posture defensive. But the tilt of her chin, the pursing of her lips, reveal that her bravado is more fragile than she lets on. She's biting the inside of her cheek to keep her emotions at bay.

Gojo senses the mood, of course. Always keenly aware of the emotional currents in the room, he meets each of their eyes before answering. "She's fine, just taking a little me-time to learn more about her lineage." He flashes his trademark grin, wide and disarming. In that moment, his smile is like a magic trick, a piece of deception designed to draw attention away from something more complicated.

His voice is a masterful performance, light and relaxed, as if he's commenting on the weather. The words are calculated, designed to deflect their fears and redirect their thoughts. For anyone else, the lie might be too transparent, the shift in tone too sudden. But this is Gojo. His every syllable drips with an assurance that invites belief, that almost forces you to think, 'Well, if he says it's okay, then it must be.'

Your friends appear mollified, their tense shoulders dropping ever so slightly, their clenched fists uncurling. They give each other subtle nods, silently agreeing to let go of their worry, for now. And as they disperse, the weight of their collective anxiety disperses with them.

Gojo's smile, still etched on his face as he watches Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara walk away, fades as though it was never there. The light in his eyes dims, replaced by a hollow darkness that's chilling to behold. His entire body tenses, his shoulders hunching slightly as if burdened by an invisible weight. It's a startling transformation, like watching the sun eclipsed by a sudden storm cloud.

His hands, so often animated or held in a relaxed state, clench. The carefree air around him dissipates, consumed by a darker energy that unsettles you. It's like peeling back a curtain and finding not the expected stage, but an abyss.

His voice, when he finally speaks, is barely a whisper, yet it fills the emptiness around him as he mutters darkly to himself. The words are a low, indistinct rumble, but your 'ears'—or whatever serves as ears in this dream state—pick up just enough to send shivers down your 'spine.'

"...Need her back..."

The words hang in the air, charged with an intensity that feels like a pressure change before a thunderstorm.

You take a step closer, compelled by a mixture of concern and something darker, something more primal. You call out softly, almost timidly, "Gojo Sensei..." though you know he can't hear you. The word is a mere breath, a whisper against the gravity of his revelation.

As if sensing something—or maybe it's just the erratic whims of this dream—Gojo suddenly looks up. For a split second, his eyes meet yours. And though you're sure he can't actually see you, the contact sends a jolt through you. Then, in an explosion of cursed energy, he's gone. He's vanished into thin air, leaving behind a void that feels cold and impossibly lonely.

Your "dream" starts to fade, the edges blurring as if smeared by an unseen hand, and then you're tumbling, falling back into a deeper slumber or maybe into waking life—you can't tell.

Your eyes flutter open, and for a second, you're disoriented. The last thing you remember is getting in the van, and then...nothing. Your eyes adjust, finding Gojo seated next to you, engrossed in his phone. He looks up and grins, his face radiating warmth, completely unlike the shadowy figure from your dream.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," he greets you, and you can't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you. You're back. But back where? And from what?

"Morning? How long was I out?" you ask, rubbing your eyes, your voice tinged with confusion. The dream, so vivid moments ago, is now nothing but wisps of memory, but the emotion it evoked in you lingers. It's unsettling, and you push it aside for now, turning your attention back to Gojo and the comforting normality he represents.

Gojo chuckles, setting his phone aside. "You've been out for three days straight. Guess you were more tired than you thought, huh?"

"Three days?!" You almost choke on your disbelief. "What have you guys been doing all this time without me?"

"Oh, you know, the usual. Saving the world, fighting curses, eating ramen," he jokes, but then turns serious for a moment. "Actually, we've been laying low, giving everyone a chance to recharge. We're about to board a jet back to Tokyo Jujutsu Academy."

Your mind races, trying to absorb this new reality. Three days lost to sleep, but what about that dream? Your eyes wander to the window. Instead of an airplane wing, you're greeted by an ocean view framed by the window of a small hotel room. The sunlight reflects off the water, casting dancing lights across the walls. It's beautiful and so at odds with the emotional weight of your recent dreamscape.

"Everything okay?" Gojo's voice snaps you back to the present. "You seem a bit...lost."

"No, I'm fine," you lie, forcing a smile. "Just processing the whole sleeping-for-three-days thing. It's a lot."

Gojo eyes you for a moment longer, as if trying to decipher the thoughts behind your words. Then he shrugs, the inscrutable look replaced once again by his usual cheerful demeanor. "Well, as soon as you're ready, we can head out. The others are probably worried about their star teammate."

His comment brings a small smile to your lips. The tension in your shoulders loosens a little. "Alright, let me get my bearings and we can go."

As you start to get up, your eyes catch Gojo's one more time. It's just a glance, but it's enough. Enough to remind you that there are layers beneath layers, truths hidden behind smiles, and dreams that leave scars on waking life.

It's unsettling, but also...intriguing. As you prepare to leave the room, you can't help but wonder what secrets lie ahead. And as for Gojo, what depths are hidden behind those eyes, behind that mask? You can't shake the feeling that you're on the edge of something transformative, something that could change you—and him—forever.

And that thought, that wonder, is enough to awaken a new energy in you, pushing the fatigue and eerie dreams to the background. You're not just going back to Tokyo, you're stepping into a future filled with complexities, challenges, and possibly, revelations.

"Ready to go?" Gojo asks, standing up, his height towering over you.

"Ready as I'll ever be," you reply, your voice steady, but tinged with an excitement you didn't feel before.

Gojo grins, sensing the shift in your mood. "Alright then, let's head back and give everyone a show. They've missed their star, after all."

You chuckle, and for a moment, the world feels simpler, lighter. But as you follow Gojo out of the room, you can't help but feel that you're stepping into a narrative far more complicated than any you've known before.

And you know what? You're here for it. Because what's life without a little bit of mystery, a little bit of danger, and the tantalizing allure of the unknown?

☆

You trail behind Gojo and the rest of your group as you all step onto the familiar grounds of Tokyo Jujutsu High. The feeling of safety washes over you as you sense the barrier's energy surround the area. Gojo deactivates his Limitless technique, and you can feel the air around him relax.

"Mission complete," Gojo announces, and you watch as he finally drops his guard. His shoulders slump just a fraction, a rare sight.

Just then, your eyes catch something strange, something nearly invisible. It’s a faint, distorted ripple in the air—almost like a mirage but in a color spectrum you've never seen before. Confusion dances through your mind, What the hell is that? An illusion? Or... something else?

Before you realize it, your instincts override any caution or logic, pulling your body into action before your mind can catch up.

Launching yourself forward, you intersect the path of the incoming blade. A searing pain shoots up your shoulder as steel slices through flesh and muscle. You want to scream, but the pain chokes you, swallowing your voice whole.

You stumble back, gripping your bleeding shoulder tightly. As your knees buckle under your weight, you're a swirling vortex of emotions—relief, vulnerability, fear, and more dread for what's to come.

Your eyes meet Gojo's, and it's like an electric charge. For a fleeting moment, his typically unreadable face morphs through a range of emotions: shock, realization, concern, and finally, a brief but agonizing flash of gratitude. It's a whirlwind, gone if you'd blinked.

Then the atmosphere thickens, becoming almost unbearable as Gojo's eyes crystallize into something ferocious. His cursed energy erupts, filling the air like a volatile storm ready to break free.

"Zen'in Toji," Gojo hisses, spitting the name out as if it's venom.

Toji pauses, looking almost amused. "Ha, I go by Fushiguro now," he dryly retorts, his words cutting through the tension like a knife.

Your voice almost breaks as you try to intervene, "Satoru, don't—" But the air is thick with energy and emotion, your plea lost in the chaos. Gojo is already a blur, charging toward the man who was responsible for your injury, his cursed energy swirling around him like a cyclone.

As the two energies clash in an explosion of power, you're on the ground, struggling to rise, your fingers slick with your own blood. The pain in your shoulder screams at you, a constant, harrowing reminder of what just transpired.

When Gojo said the name, "Zen'in Toji," it was like a bolt of lightning slicing through your haze of pain and confusion. Zen'in? That surname reverberates through your mind like an echo in an empty hall. You've heard stories about the Zen'in clan from Megumi—powerful, traditional, and complicated—but never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd be caught in a battle involving one. And now, that man claims the name Fushiguro. The same as Megumi.

Your eyes widen as you watch the two men fighting. It's more than just their brutal exchange of blows; it's the little things. The way Toji holds himself, the calculating glint in his eyes, that specific stance as he gets ready to strike. All of it screams familiarity, like deja vu hitting you in waves. You've seen this in Megumi—during training, in the heat of real battle.

Could Toji be...?

Your ponderings are abruptly cut short. Toji delivers a vicious blow, and for the first time, you see Gojo stumble back. Blood sprays from his mouth as he falls to the ground, his body landing a few feet from where you're struggling to rise. Time freezes. Gojo, the invincible sorcerer, lies there teetering on the edge of defeat, and your heart plunges into your stomach. In that agonizing second, you've never felt more helpless.

Toji's eyes latch onto you, and you can almost feel them piercing through you. As you attempt to back away, your breath quickens, and your body tenses.

"L-Leave her alone," Gojo's voice breaks through, raspy and filled with a toxic mix of agony and stern warning; his cursed energy is like a flickering candle in the wind, about to be snuffed out.

Toji chuckles darkly, the sound enough to send a shiver down your spine. He moves toward you, effortlessly crossing the distance. Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest as you try to back away, but it's useless. With a swift and deliberate kick, he flips you onto your back and presses his boot into your shoulder wound. Your breath hitches in pain, tears forming at the edges of your eyes. But you refuse to grant him the satisfaction; you hold his gaze, defiant.

"You're a fascinating one," he starts, his voice dripping with intrigue and arrogance. "I usually blend into the background, invisible to all you sorcerers with your fancy cursed energy. Yet you—how'd you manage to spot me?"

Before you can even think of a lie, or perhaps a truth, he lifts his boot off your shoulder. He crouches down, getting so close that your noses almost touch. He grabs a handful of your knotless braids and forces your head upward. The shock of this cruel, intimate action leaves you at a loss for words.

"Your eyes are quite expressive, you know? They're screaming even if your mouth isn’t," he observes, almost thoughtfully. "Remember this interaction, because the next time we meet, your eyes will be screaming for a different reason."

His voice drops to a low whisper, his words heavy with implication. "I'll be hoping to get a mission with your name on it. The chase is always more thrilling when the prey has a bit of fight."

He suddenly releases your braids, letting your head fall back onto the hard ground. "See you around. I have other bounties to claim."

He rises, turning his back to you, and walks away. He moves in the direction where Geto and Riko had vanished, leaving behind a battlefield of wounded pride, shattered alliances, and questions that ache more than any physical injury could.

You grit your teeth and push through the pain, every movement sending a fresh wave of agony through your injured shoulder. But Gojo's there on the ground, far too still, and you can't—won't—leave him like that. With effort, you crawl over to him, your eyes catching his which are barely open, a flicker of light in a rapidly darkening world.

Your hands tremble as you place them above his devastating wound. You focus, willing your energy to merge with his.

"Elemental Mastery: Soul Link"

The moment you do, it feels like throwing a paper airplane into a hurricane. His cursed energy is overwhelming, rebellious, chaotic—it fights you, pushing back with a might that leaves you breathless.

Gojo groans, his face twisted in a grimace of pain and struggle. You feel it then, like you've been hit by a bolt of lightning, a jolt that screams through your body, making you taste copper and see stars. You're teetering on the edge of consciousness, the weight of his injuries threatening to crush you. But you hold on. You have to.

And then, something miraculous happens. In that place where your energies are clashing, something gives way. There's a momentary pause, a stillness, as if the universe itself is taking a breath. You feel Gojo's energy shift, morph, change. It's as if a lock has found its key, a harmony achieved through cacophony.

Gojo initiates a reverse cursed technique, his energy suddenly flowing in a healing pattern you've never seen before. You feel the wound under your palms start to close, the damaged flesh knitting itself back together. It's astonishing, a testimony to his unimaginable power and skill. But this time, it's different—there's an awareness, a control that you've never sensed from him before.

As the last of the wound closes, Gojo's eyes open fully. The atmosphere is electrifying, full of possibilities yet to be explored. "Y/N…" he utters softly, the sound of your name leaving his lips filling the air with an undeniable intimacy.

In his eyes, you see a multitude of emotions you can't quite name—an inexpressible blend of relief, respect, and something else. Something deeper, more vulnerable. It's as if he's opened a window to his soul, inviting you to peer inside, if only for a fleeting moment. And you realize, looking into those eyes, that he's not just the all-powerful, untouchable sorcerer you thought he was. He's human, just like you, shaped and reshaped by the trials of life.

You remove your hands, both of you breathing hard, exhausted but alive. The air is thick with a new understanding, an unspoken bond. You saved each other, in more ways than one, and whatever comes next... well, you'll face it together.

Your heart beats out of your chest as you feel Riko's energy, a mere flicker now, growing fainter and fainter in the distance. The urgency weighs heavy on your wounded body as you and Gojo rush toward the fading life force.

Your feet barely touch the ground as you and Gojo dash through the labyrinthine ruins, following the distressingly faint blip of Riko's energy. Your breaths come fast and shallow, a mix of adrenaline and the weight of your own injuries making each inhalation feel like a small victory. Your heart feels like it's going to burst out of your chest, not just from the run but from the dread of what you're going to find when you get there.

Finally, you round the corner, and the sight that greets you hits like a sledgehammer to the gut. Toji stands there, his blade glistening darkly with fresh blood. Geto is on the ground, moaning in pain. Riko lies unmoving a few feet away, a pool of red blossoming around her.

Time seems to slow for a second as Gojo locks eyes with Toji. "Long time no see," Gojo murmurs, but the words are a frostbite of a threat more than a greeting. You've never heard that tone from him; it's not just cold—it's glacial. In that moment, you sense an ominous air thickening between the two men, like the atmosphere before a storm breaks.

Just as Toji lunges forward, blade slicing through the air with lethal intent, Gojo's hand lifts in an arcane gesture that sends a chill down your spine. His eyes, usually so playful, now seethe with a deadly focus. "Hollow Technique: Purple," Gojo intones. The words seem to vibrate, echoing with an otherworldly power that makes your skin prickle, as if you're suddenly standing too close to a live wire.

A terrifying, formless energy bursts forth from Gojo's outstretched palm, materializing into a swirling vortex of dark, malevolent force. It's as if he's torn a hole in the very fabric of reality, and for a surreal, gut-wrenching moment, you feel as though you're staring into the abyss itself.

The energy lashes out, snapping through the air with the precision of a guillotine. Toji doesn't even have a chance to react. The force shears through him, severing his arm and carving away a chunk of his torso as if it were sculpting clay. The air is thick with the stench of charred flesh and ozone, and a mist of blood hangs eerily, suspended in time.

Toji staggers back, his face a twisted tapestry of emotions—surprise, agony, and a glimmer of what could almost be construed as respect. His eyes meet Gojo's one final time, locking onto them as if trying to convey something that words could never capture before ever so slightly, shifting to meet yours.

There's no vulnerability there, no sweeping emotion or unspoken bond—just the hard, glinting edge of a man who's never bothered with such things. Then, clutching the cauterized stump where his arm used to be, Toji drops to his knees with a thud that feels louder than any explosion.

"Megumi...will be sold...to the Zen'in Family," he rasps, his voice tinged with a guttural rawness, as if every word is a struggle against the life that's rapidly fleeing his body. His eyes, still locked onto yours, are ablaze with a savage sort of clarity. It's as if he wants you to remember this, to carry the weight of his final declaration like a curse—or perhaps a warning.

His lips curl into a grotesque, almost triumphant grin; it's the smile of a man who's just lit the fuse to a powder keg of consequences he won't have to face. And then his eyes glaze over, his body going limp as he collapses forward, life extinguished but his message chillingly clear.

The words hang in the air, reverberating with an insidious implication that lodges itself into your mind. Megumi, your friend, caught in a web of familial machinations that are as cruel as they are incomprehensible. Your heart pounds painfully against your ribcage, but there's no time to process it all—too many questions, too many emotions, and far too little time.

Your attention snaps back to Riko, the loveable and ever-hopeful girl who wanted nothing more than to live freely. You race over to her lifeless form, sinking to your knees. Your hands tremble as you take hers. She's already gone, her eyes vacant and staring at nothing. You feel a lump rising in your throat, but you swallow it down, shoving your grief into a dark corner of your soul. Now's not the time.

Geto's pain-filled moans pull you back to reality. You glance over at Gojo, who's gently lifting Riko's body into his arms. The look on his face is inscrutable, but the air around him is charged with an indescribable force—like he's holding back a cataclysm.

You crawl over to Geto, your own injuries screaming in protest. Your hands glow with the incipient light of a healing spell, your focus razor-sharp. You've got work to do, lives to save, even as you push your own body and spirit to their limits.

Geto's hand envelops yours, his grip surprisingly strong despite his weakened state. His eyes meet yours, filled with a gratitude that words could never fully express. "Thank you, Y/N" he murmurs, his voice tinged with exhaustion but resonant with sincerity.

As you nod, a swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm you, Gojo starts moving. He cradles Riko's lifeless form in his arms with a grace that seems almost out of place given the carnage around you. Each step he takes feels deliberate, as if he's measuring the weight of the life that's been lost. You can't read the expression on his face, but his entire aura is a complex tapestry of emotions, restrained yet simmering.

Your gaze follows him as he walks past a group of followers—devotees to some perverted cause. They're still clapping, caught in some demented ecstasy over the dark ritual they'd been performing around Riko's body. The callousness of it sends a surge of rage through you, hot and blinding, but Gojo's voice breaks through it.

"Do we finish them off?" He poses the question to Geto, his tone neutral but carrying an undercurrent that suggests he's more than capable of doing just that—and perhaps even willing.

Geto's eyes follow the scene, his expression hardening for a moment before he shakes his head. "It's pointless," he says, his voice tinged with a weariness that feels heavier than any physical wound. "A sorcerer must have a reason to take a life."

The finality in his words hangs in the air, resonating with an unspoken understanding that spreads among the three of you. Lives have been lost, and others saved; you've all danced on the razor's edge between life and death tonight. And as you each take a moment to absorb the gravity of Geto's statement, the followers' clapping begins to fade away, swallowed by the shadows that have seen too much.

As you stand there, your heart still pounding from the adrenaline, your eyes catch a glint of something half-buried in the dirt near where Riko had fallen. Thinking it may have been a piece of her fallen jewelry, you pick it up.

It's an odd piece, laced with both cursed energy and something... older, almost nostalgic. Geto, watching you, raises an eyebrow but doesn't question it. Gojo, cradling Riko, pauses and turns his head slightly, as if he senses the shift in the air.

Before you can fully grasp what's happening, the pendant pulses in your hand—a heartbeat, almost—then emits a bright, engulfing light. Time seems to warp around you, the air thickening like molasses.

Gojo's eyes widen in alarm, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. "Y/N—"

Geto reaches out, his fingers barely grazing the air where you used to be. His face, usually so composed, is etched with a kind of horror and desperation you've never seen.

Your surroundings whip past you in a disorienting blur of colors and shapes, and a nauseating feeling of vertigo takes hold. For a moment, you're nowhere and everywhere, lost in a void. The last thing you remember is the devastation written across Gojo's and Geto's faces—like you'd violently ripped pages out of a story that was still being written.

And then, with a jarring lurch, you're back. You stumble, almost falling to your knees, but strong arms catch you just in time.

"You're back," Gojo's voice sounds almost shaky, his relief palpable. He pulls you closer, examining you as if to confirm you're real. "You scared the hell out of me. What happened?"

You open your mouth to answer, but your vision blurs, the room spinning around you. That disorientating trip through time and space is catching up with you, and you can feel your consciousness slipping away.

"...S-Satoru—" Your voice trails off as you pass out, but you're vaguely aware of Gojo lifting you up, holding you securely in his arms.

For just a moment before you black out completely, you think about how both timelines—this one and the one you left—share a moment of intense emotional turbulence. In one, you left two sorcerers grappling with an inexplicable loss; in this one, you've returned to a reality where people were on the verge of grappling with your inexplicable disappearance.

And then everything fades to black.

ahhh this feels so rushed but i didnt want to bombard you guys with a bunch of stuff lolol; also did yall catch y/n calling gojo by the first name 👀 jajajaj

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"Elemental Mastery: Soul Link"**

Healing through this method temporarily soul-binds her to the individual, which might transfer some of their fatigue or pain to her... Drawbacks: Given that she can heal others too, she forms a temporarily soul-bond, making it a double-edged sword because she might absorb some of their pain or fatigue, making the act of healing more complex...

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Does Your Mother Know? {Dhawan!Master x DoctorsDaughter!Reader}

Summary: You and the Master have always had a complex relationship. If you could even call it that… Forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest after all…

A/N: Reader is of age. In Timelord sense… But I listened to ‘Does Your Mother Know’ by ABBA and just HAD to write this I- ajakjsiaja

Warnings: None, a little smooching

You're so hot, teasing me

So, you're blue, but I can't take a chance on a chick like you

That's something I couldn't do

“I should’ve known it was you.”

You said, raising a brow, turning on your heel to see the familiar face of The Master, grinning wildly at you as he stalked towards you. His eyes scanning you as you couldn’t help but feel like he was a bird of prey and you were his next victim.

“What gave it away?” The man asked, eyes narrowing slightly as he stood a few feet before you, hand on his hip.

“The shoddy wiring-“ You quipped as he simply smirked. You held the device in your hand he had planted, standing in the middle of an abandoned ballroom, where a mere few minutes ago you were telling the humans to run for their lives. “The boldness of it, the theatricality…” You continued, as you threw the now deactivated device down to the floor with a bang.

“You noticed.” He almost purred as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at him. “I had to get your attention somehow.”

“Most people simply use a phone…” You smirked as he let out a breathy laugh.

“Except I’m not most people, am I dear?” He took another step towards you. “Besides… Couldn’t have mummy dearest intercepting.” He pursed his lips as you bit your own. “Where is she by the way? Off with her little human pets?”

“You dragged me all the way to 1890 to ask about my mother?” You raised a brow, folding your arms as he clicked his tongue.

“You know why I dragged you here.” You hadn’t noticed how close he was to you, as he peered down at you, eyes dark and broody.

There's that look in your eyes

I can read in your face that your feelings are driving you wild

Ah, but girl, you're only a child

You simply rolled your eyes, as you rounded him, lightly bumping into his arm as you did so, causing him to shake his head slightly before reaching a hand out, turning with you as he gripped your arm to stop you from leaving.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, tone low as you stared up at him. “How disappointing…”

“I’ve got things to do.” You simply told him, but didn’t fight his grip. You could feel your hearts beating in your chest as you stared at him.

“More important than little old me?” He smirked, a little flirtatious in tone. “I’m hurt.” He teased, furrowing his brows.

“Believe it or not, Master-“ You began, as he felt a rush go through him at the use of his name. “My world doesn’t revolve around you…” You breathed out as he laughed, shaking his head.

“Your heart beats suggest otherwise.” He said lowly, as you realised he’d moved his hand from your arm and to your wrist, as you peered down, quickly removing your arm from his grip. “Fine.” He sighed, taking a step back, allowing you to go. You gave him once last look before going to take your leave. After a few seconds, you stopped in your tracks as ballroom style music began to flood your ears. You let out a breath as you turned, seeing the Master stood in the middle of the floor, a record player turning in the corner. “Or… You could have a little fun.” He voiced, holding out a hand to you as you licked your lips. “Go on… Live a little.”

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?

And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe

Does your mother know that you're out?

Sighing to yourself, you gave in, slowly approaching the man as he watched intently, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“One dance.” You told him sternly as he nodded, watching as you took his hand. His grip was soft and gentle, quite the opposite of him. But it always was when it came to you. His other hand came round to rest on your waist, as your own free hand planted itself on his shoulder. Eventually, you both began to move slightly to the music, as you fought the urge to stare at him, focusing your gaze elsewhere, looking round the room.

“What would your mother say?” The Master finally spoke, his words low. “You… Dancing with the enemy.” He purred out as you narrowed your eyes, finally catching his gaze.

“What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her.” You said softly, as he raised a brow in surprise at your words, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“Ooo-“ He let out. “Keeping secrets now are we? How Doctor of you…” You rolled your eyes slightly at his words. “Keeping me your sordid little secret…” He almost whispered as you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“There’s nothing to tell.” You simply replied as he tightened his grip ever so slightly on your waist, but you felt it. And he knew it.

“Really?” He breathed out.

“Yes.” You felt your voice waver slightly as he hummed, leaning his head back a little.

Take it easy (take it easy)

Better slow down, girl

That's no way to go

Does your mother know?

“Is that you trying to convince me or yourself?” The Master landed on, as you both stared at each other, the music fading out as you focused on him. You didn’t say a word. “Even after everything I’ve done… You still can’t bring yourself to hate me, dear.” It was true. You hated that he had this hold over you. But you couldn’t stop it. It felt like there was this pull, between you and him, no matter what he did or said. It was electric. “And I think we both know why…” You could feel his breath on your face as you peered up through your lashes at him.

“You’re just doing this… Because of The Doctor.” You told him quietly, as he let out a soft scoff.

“Still so suspicious.” He whispered. “Very wise of you.” You could feel yourself subconsciously getting closer to him, feeling his chest against your own as you moved your hand on his shoulder, closer to his neck. “What if I told you, you’re just a pawn in my game?” He asked as you bit your lip. “A way to get to The Doctor… To bring her down…” His grip tightened once again on your waist as he held you even closer, which you didn’t think was possible. “Would you let me?”

“No.” You breathed out, eyes blinking.

“Do you think you have a choice?” There was no emotion behind his voice, it was a simple question.

I can see what you want

But you seem pretty young to be searching for that kind of fun

So maybe I'm not the one

Before you could say anything, his lips had crashed into your own. You absentmindedly moved your hand to the nape of his neck as you held him closer. It felt right, it felt exciting, it felt… Real. After what felt like only a few seconds, he pulled away, his hand coming to rest on your cheek as he let his forehead lean against your own.

“Now there’s definitely something to keep secret…”

Well, I can dance with you, honey, if you think it's funny

Does your mother know that you're out?

And I can chat with you, baby, flirt a little maybe

Does your mother know that you're out?

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