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mypoisonedvine · 8 months

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Ok 1 I love your Halloween theme, and 2 can I request a delightfully unhinged threesome between estranged twins, jackson and Dr. Crane 👀

oh my i wonder who could've given you such a ridiculously thirsty idea!!! definitely wasn't me ummm anyways this turned out to be another full length fic, so. yeah.

𝖌𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎 | jonathan crane x reader x jackson rippner

length: 3.6k

warnings: NONCON SMUT (dark as fuck, 18+ only, read the warnings), kidnapping, implied stalking, yandere!jonathan, threesome with oral m receiving and breeding kink, housewife kink, slight corruption kink, possibly inexperienced jonathan??

It was eerie, seeing his twin on the other side of the doorway; it wasn’t quite like looking in a mirror, but it was closer than anything else was.

The differences were obvious, and had only become stronger over time: the hair, the glasses, even the way they dressed. But the biggest difference between the brothers was their smiles… in fact, Jackson was wearing that tilted, toothy grin already. “Well, look at you,” he greeted smugly, “Doctor Crane.”

“I wasn’t sure you’d really come,” Jonathan admitted quietly.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d ever call me again,” Jackson laughed as he stepped inside, despite never actually having been invited in. “Nice place, Doc— guess they pay you pretty good at the looney bin.”

“We, uh, try not to use that term,” Jonathan mumbled as he watched Jackson roam the apartment, getting a little nervous that he might break one of the more expensive decorations or artifacts.

“So, what’s this problem you needed my help with?” Jackson wondered as he spun on his heel to face his brother. “Must be a pretty sticky situation you’ve got yourself in if you have to ring up your big brother.”

“You’re only four—"

“Four minutes older, yeah, I know,” he rolled his eyes, “but somebody had to be first.”

“I need… advice,” Jonathan finally answered, “regarding a sort of… sensitive situation.”

“You can spare the foreplay, Jonny, this isn’t my first time,” Jackson smirked. “Just tell me what happened.”

“Nothing… happened, really,” he sighed, “I just… there’s someone that needs to be… dealt with.”

“If you want a hit, I don’t actually do that,” Jackson explained, “but I can call somebody for you—“

“Not a hit, no,” Jonathan shook his head, “the opposite, really… I need her kept alive.”

Jackson raised an eyebrow. “Oh? A ladyfriend you want protected?”

“Uh, sure,” Jonathan mumbled awkwardly, “but I’ll take care of that. It’s her, um, footprint, if you will. Her old identity, and all that— I need her to disappear, so to speak. W-well, she already disappeared… I just need people to stop looking for her.”

“You know, you’re always full of surprises, Jonny,” Jackson laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have this woman in your basement.”

“I don’t have a basement,” Jackson replied.

“That’s… not the part I was expecting you to deny…”

Soon enough, Jonathan escorted Jackson to his bedroom, where you were tied to one of the bedposts by your wrists, curled up in a shaking little ball, watching with wide eyes as the two men entered the room. Jackson realized you probably hadn't seen anyone other than Jonathan since getting here-- that, or you were just thinking oh fuck, there's two of them?!

“Why’d you dress her up like that?” Jackson snorted, admiring the vintage-style dress and heels, with a matching set of pearl earrings and necklace. “I didn’t know you were so… traditional.”

Jonathan cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting a bit pink. “Can we just focus on the present issue, please?”

"And what a lovely issue it is," Jackson cooed as he stepped closer to you, admiring you with a tilted head.

You watched him approach with wide eyes, finally speaking in a broken whisper. “Please,” you choked out, “help me— he’s keeping me here, I think he’s gonna kill me—“

“Oh, I’m not worried about that,” Jackson smiled, “he’s real sweet on you. I’d just be worried about whatever freaky shit he’s into.”

“Well, as you can see, she’s not adjusting very well,” Jonathan sighed. “I thought my drugs would help— and she’s pretty obedient when she’s been given a large dose, so I was sort of right— but I can’t keep her high all day, she’ll build a tolerance. And I know her case is going to get a little too much attention, if there isn’t some kind of closure for the police or the family sometime soon. I mean, a beautiful, promising young medical student? Gone without a trace? It’s cable news catnip.”

“You’re right about that,” Jackson agreed. “There’s a pretty face perfect for the papers.”

As Jackson reached to tilt your chin, petting the line of your jaw, Jonathan slapped his hand away. “Hey, hands to yourself,” Crane warned, “she’s mine.”

“Okay, Mr. Defensive,” Jackson widened his eyes, raising his hands like he was perfectly innocent. “How sloppy were you? Are they gonna find any evidence that brings them here?”

“I don’t think so,” Jonathan sighed, “but you can’t be too sure. Even without evidence, she took one of my classes, so if they get desperate enough they can certainly trace her to me.”

Jackson sighed. “That’s tricky,” he nodded. “And it gives us two options.”

“Which are?”

“The happy ending, and the sad ending,” Jackson explained. “Happy ending: I get one of my little computer nerd friends to fake a plane ticket to somewhere exotic. Send a postcard to a friend. Just like that, she’s absconded from her old life, escaped the pressure of med school, and everyone thinks she’s off somewhere getting her groove back or whatever.”

“And the sad ending?”

“Bloody clothing planted by the woods, with a tip that somebody saw her hiking,” he shrugged. “Big bad wolf got to her. Simple as that. That one’s handy because no one’s gonna expect her to come back… and you can have her all to yourself, forever.”

Jonathan bit his lip, obviously excited by the idea. “I'm guessing that will require taking a sample from her?"

"Not too much," Jackson promised, "you're a doctor, you can do it safely."

"She's scared enough of me as it is," Jonathan sighed. "I thought she would... take to it a little faster."

"What, you thought she would like getting kidnapped?"

"I thought she would appreciate how well I can take care of her," Jonathan clarified.

"Oh, Jonny," Jackson laughed, "you haven't learned a thing about women since the last time I saw you, huh?"

Jonathan didn't even have the heart to deny it.

"When they ask if they look fat in something-- you just say no, don't even look, okay? It's like DARE: Just. Say. No." Jackson informed his brother sternly. "And when they say they're not hungry and don't want anything, just order some fries anyway or she's gonna end up with half your entrée. And most of all-- you can't forget this one-- they really dislike being kidnapped and held in captivity."

Jonathan crossed his arms. "I knew that," he announced defensively.

"Let me ask you this," Jackson began with a twinkle in his eye. "Have you used her yet?"

Jonathan shuddered a little, looking embarrassed as he looked at you and then to the floor. "J-just once..." he admitted. "That was... a lapse in restraint. I had wanted to wait until she was more comfortable, but..."

"But you just couldn't help yourself with a sweet little thing like this in your bed, huh?" Jackson finished. "I get it. And she looks cute when she's scared."

You shuddered under Jackson's hungry stare, and he winked at you. "So, you'll take care of it?" Jonathan reminded him. "Happy ending or sad ending, whatever you think is best."

"Well, I'm always a fan of a happy ending," Jackson smirked. "You know speaking of: I figure I can give you a good deal on this whole thing... you know, since you're family."

"Alright," Jonathan nodded.

“I’ll make sure her case is closed… if you let me take her for a spin.”

It seemed to take Jonathan a moment to realize what that meant, before he laughed incredulously. “No,” he asserted, “absolutely not.”

“Oh, don’t be so insecure,” Jackson pouted, “she’ll still be yours when I’m done with her. You can keep her for the rest of your life— I’m just asking for one night.”

"I can pay you very well for your time, Jackson," Jonathan promised.

"Eh, money's boring," Jackson shrugged.

"If I recall correctly, women tend to bore you pretty easily as well," Jonathan accused with a frown.

"Sheesh, you kidnap one woman and you start getting all judgmental that I haven't settled down," Jackson rolled his eyes. "I don't have a lot of time for anything serious, that's all. In fact, I barely have time for anything these days. That's why I figure I can help you break in Mrs. Crane over there."

"I don't need any help," Jonathan promised.

"Except for the part where, if I don't help you, you're probably gonna get caught with a missing woman tied to your bed," Jackson reminded him.

Jonathan sighed, clearly realizing the choice he had to make.

“C'mon, just a little favor for your favorite twin brother? You can stay and make sure I don’t do anything you wouldn’t… approve of,” Jackson rolled his eyes, “you prude.”

"She's innocent," Jonathan breathed, "that's what I liked about her-- it's why I had to bring her here. You'll... you'll ruin her. I can't let you do that."

“Seems like you don’t really have a choice,” Jackson noticed, lowering his voice and leaning in closer to Jonathan.

There was a pause, and finally Jackson turned to leave the room as he patted Jonathan on the back.

"Get a good lawyer, buddy," he offered as his final piece of advice.

But before he could take another step, Jonathan relented with a sigh: “Make it quick.”

“Hey,” Jackson shrugged with a grin as he shed his jacket and tossed it aside, “no promises.”

He all but leapt onto the bed, crawling up to you as you whined and shrunk away.

“Did y’hear that, babydoll? Jonny said it’s my turn to play with you,” he purred.

As you tried to shrink away, he grabbed you by the ankle and pulled you down, forcing you onto your back and keeping your tied wrists above your head as the rope when taut.

He growled as he laid on top of you, leaning in to kiss your neck. “I can make it good for you,” he breathed, “if you behave. It’ll be so much better than whatever my idiot baby brother does to you— promise.”

Jackson's hands crawled up your skirt, and he bit his lip as you kicked your legs in protest.

"Be good, baby," he warned you sharply. "Good girls get a treat... you know what bad girls get?"

You didn't seem that invested in an answer, but he continued anyways as he lowered his voice and spoke by your ear.

"Bad girls get fucked up the ass," he whispered, giving a quick little kiss to the side of your face; suddenly, you relaxed a bit under him and stopped resisting so much. "That's a good girl," he praised, spreading your legs a bit and petting them until he reached higher and found you totally bare under the dress. "Oh my, Jonny didn't even give you panties to wear? Poor baby..."

Jonathan shuddered and crossed his arms, looking away with his head and yet unable to actually look anywhere else but the bed. He was trying to figure out how his brother had gotten you to behave so quickly... when Jonathan had given in to temptation and forced himself on you, it was a constant battle to keep you down as you kicked and screamed and begged him to stop. Whether it was the sight before him now, or the memory of that night, Jonathan felt his cock twitch in his trousers.

Jackson sat up a bit, opening his own pants and sighing as he wrapped his hand around himself. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," he purred as he held your legs open wide with his other hand. "Oh, we're gonna have so much fun together, sweetheart."

He spit straight down onto you, smearing it around your opening with his tip, before pressing right up to your hole. He groaned loudly as he slid inside-- one long, slow stroke as he filled you. You whined and shut your eyes tight, but otherwise resisted the urge to struggle.

"Fuuuuck," Jackson purred, holding on tight to your hips as he simply buried himself inside you for a moment. "So tight, honey, Jesus."

Beginning to move, he laid himself down over you and kissed your neck again, moaning against your skin. You whimpered, back arching slightly under him, and he smiled when he felt you tense up as he thrusted into you just a little harder.

"Oh, baby, feel how deep I am?" he grunted. "Feel how good I'm stretching out that little hole? Fuck, keep squeezin' me like that and maybe I will make this quick..."

He grabbed your hips and yanked them up a bit, holding you right where he wanted you-- and sitting up again, so he could get just the perfect angle as he started fucking into you again. Normally he would build up a little more naturally before being so rough but, well, you weren't going anywhere... he could just use you and chase his own pleasure. That said, he still grinned proudly when you moaned suddenly, your head falling back and your back arching. That was when he decided that, even though he had no real obligation to make you come, he was going to anyways-- if for no other reason than to know that he could take total control of your body, and force you to an orgasm even unwillingly.

"Right there?" he taunted as you whined, giving you fast and hard thrusts right into the place that made you bite down on your lip. "Yeah, that's it-- you're getting so wet, honey, you feel that? Gonna soak my fucking cock, aren't you?"

He tilted his head back and shut his eyes, letting himself bask in the feeling for a moment. You made little sounds, obviously trying to hold yourself back, but the longer it went on the less you were able to fight it-- soon you were properly moaning, arching your back deeper, your walls clenching on him rhythmically as you came.

"Fuck, just like that," Jackson praised as he watched you give into it. "Just like that, baby, fucking cream all over me-- good girl."

Jonathan watched in astonishment as you quivered all over, nervously clearing his throat as he tried to conceal the throbbing erection in his pants-- and it seemed to remind Jackson that his brother was still standing nearby.

"What was that about your girl being innocent, Crane?" Jackson laughed. "'Cause she seems like a desperate fucking whore to me."

“H-how’d you make her do that?” Jonathan asked with a shaky whisper, licking his lips a bit as he watched you writhe against the mattress.

“Nothing to it, really,” Jackson smiled, “just gotta find that spot and beat the hell out of it. Here, I’ll show you.”

You whimpered as Jackson pulled out and slid his fingers inside you, curling them against the place that had become more sensitive than ever.

“Right here,” he explained, “you try it.”

He took his fingers out as Jonathan approached the bed— and you felt Jonathan’s fingers slide in a second later, a bit more hesitance to his movements. He let out a wavering sigh, and Jackson smiled.

“Feel the swollen part? Rub her there— hard.”

He curled his fingers slightly and you bit your lip.

“Harder,” Jackson instructed.

“I-I don’t want to hurt her…”

“Well, she needs it rough,” Jackson laughed, “so man up and make her come!”

You yelped when Jonathan harshly pressed into the spot, making your whole body shake as he started to thrust the digits in and out of you. “Wow,” Jonathan breathed as he watched you, his brother smiling proudly next to him.

"She can probably come again pretty fast," Jackson assumed, "you should try. See how fast you can make her scream again."

Jackson, meanwhile, moved to kneel by your head, slapping your face a little to cue you to open your mouth. He groaned as he rubbed his tip over your tongue, forcing you to taste yourself alongside his salty precum.

You unintentionally clench on Jonathan's fingers, and he smiled wide. "Like that?" he asked eagerly. "Are you gonna come again?"

"Just keep doing it," Jackson urged his brother before speaking to you again. "C'mon baby, you can take a little more."

Holding your hair, Jackson started to fuck your mouth a bit more earnestly, making Jonathan frown at him after you gagged a few times. "Be careful," he warned him, "don't hurt her."

"I know, I know," Jackson rolled his eyes. "But look at that mouth, Crane, don't you think it's just made to take cock?"

Jonathan couldn't exactly disagree, he'd fantasized about your mouth plenty of times. But now, he was much more focused on your pussy-- he was watching it closely, enraptured by the way his fingers moved in and out of it... and the way it responded, gripping him tighter and tighter.

"Go on, suck it," Jackson ordered you impatiently, smacking you on the cheek again to try to encourage you. You whimpered and hollowed your cheeks, blinking up at him as he grinned down at you. "Oh, pretty eyes-- I can tell why Jonny couldn't resist you..."

You moaned again, and Jackson raised an eyebrow as he looked down for a moment at what Jonathan was doing-- which was moving his fingers faster inside you, watching you whimper and writhe as you reached the edge again.

"Show me," Jonathan begged, "come for me-- come on my fingers."

It happened pretty quickly, and Jackson let you take a break from sucking him for a second so they could both enjoy your pretty moans as you creamed around Jonathan's fingers.

"O-oh, fuck," Jonathan gasped, "I can feel her... pulsing."

"Yeah," Jackson grinned, "really something, isn't it?"

"Fuck," Jonathan said again, taking his fingers out and suddenly climbing onto the bed. "Need to feel that on my cock."

"Atta boy," Jackson praised with a laugh.

Jonathan moaned loudly as he pushed inside you, your own reaction a muffled groan around Jackson's cock which he shoved between your lips again. "Oh, god," Jonathan whined, "you feel even better than I remember, angel-- fuck, I missed you so much."

He was even more desperate and impatient than before, fucking you quickly and eagerly even though you were far too sensitive for it after coming twice in a row.

Jackson pulled back out of your mouth, but held your head steady as he stroked himself rapidly. “Gonna coat that pretty face,” he growled, “keep your mouth open, baby, I’m close…”

You whimpered and tried to keep your throat shut, afraid to choke on his come while laying back like this, and after a few more moments he groaned loudly as ropes of come fell over your face and onto your waiting tongue. You grunted a little in surprise but just tried to squint your eyes in case some got too close, but the vast majority went into your mouth or over your cheek.

"Fuck," Jackson purred, milking his cock for every drop before finally taking his hand away and sinking back, looking down at you with a new redness and sheen of sweat to his face. "Good girl. You can swallow now baby-- oh, wait, let's make sure you get it all first."

He swiped up the come on your cheek with his thumb, feeding it to you as you closed your lips and swallowed his salty spend.

"I told you good girls get a treat," he grinned.

Jonathan, meanwhile, was panting and whimpering and clearly trying to hold himself back-- but the way he held you tight enough to bruise gave away how close to the edge he really was. "I can't wait," he finally admitted with a groan. "I need to come, angel-- I need to come inside, get you pregnant. Then we can be happy together."

Suddenly, he started to rub your sore clit with his thumb; and you jolted again, pulsing around him as he sighed and dropped his head onto your shoulder.

"Fuck, beautiful-- just like that, let me feel you come again, please. Then I can fill you so deep..."

"You can make her come one more time," Jackson assured, "she's so sensitive-- go on and come for him, baby, let him feel how hard you come..."

Though Jonathan was a little irritated by the way Jackson made it seem like a favor you were doing on his behalf, he couldn't complain when he felt you coming around him, slick walls pulsing so perfectly around him that he had to come with a loud, broken moan. He kept moving until he was sure he'd given you everything, heart racing as he imagined and hoped that he'd properly bred you this time.

Then, there was a silence. Not very long, but plenty nervous as the three of you caught your breath.

"Well... mazel tov," Jackson offered with an awkward laugh, getting up off the bed and getting himself back in order. "I'll call you when it's all taken care of, Jonny. You, uh... you have fun with her, alright? Call if you need anything or, you know... feel like sharing again..."

"I wouldn't hold my breath for that, Jackson," Jonathan sighed.

"Don't miss me too much, honey," Jackson winked at you as he slipped his jacket back on. "But feel free to think about me so you can get off while this guy's fucking you," he joked, motioning to his brother with a tilt of his head.

"Don't listen to him, angel," Jonathan cooed at you as Jackson finally left the room. You shivered a little as he trailed kisses all over your face and neck, holding you a little tighter. "You're all mine-- you finally know that now, don't you?

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the-boy-meets-evil · 12 days

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not according to plan | hjs (teaser)

summary: your ex-fiance is getting married and everyone you know is going to be there. when he calls to ask if you're coming, you accidentally mention a boyfriend. which would be fine, if you weren't very single. thankfully your best friend comes through with the perfect solution when he sets you up with a friend of his.

pairing: joshua x f.reader genre: fake dating, strangers to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut rating: explicit (in the full fic), minors DNI word count: ~1.1k in this teaser (full fic ~22k) notes: johnny suh as the ex (sorry!), also includes other idols not in seventeen solely as face claims, there's a heavy focus on the fake dating, mentions of food & drink, warnings to be added to the final fic fic post date: friday, april 26th (full fic here)

a/n: i started this legit months ago as kind of a joke, talking about it with @shuadotcom but it's finally done (and a lot longer than i anticipated).

thank you to: @wonwussy & @kwanisms who read over this for me (too long ago), and to @cheolism @wooahaeproductions @hannieween, & sj for all the brainstorming help along the way. tagging: @aaniag @gyuminusone @crepecakeu

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You still think this is a terrible idea, yet agree to meet Jeonghan’s friend, Joshua, anyway. Apparently, he’s somewhat new to the area, doesn’t know many people, and is incredibly easy to be around. There’s no mention of why Jeonghan thinks he might be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. A part of you wonders if your friend even told him, but he’s not that cruel. So, whatever the case, Joshua must at least have some idea of what he’s walking into.

Several days pass between the nightmare of a call from Johnny and you actually meeting Joshua, which only adds to your anxiety about whether or not this is going to work. Johnny is asking for a name for the seating chart and for dinner selections. Your mom wants to know when they’ll be able to meet this new boyfriend before the wedding (because “meeting him for the first time at a wedding is gauche” and we wouldn’t want that). Your sister is convinced that he doesn’t actually exist since you haven’t posted him on social media. That you can at least answer to say that not everyone posts their entire life online like she does. It doesn’t seem to allay her suspicions, though.

Then, there’s the fact that you’re actually meeting Joshua for the first time at dinner. All you wanted was to go for coffee, yet he insisted. You couldn’t exactly press the point. Not when you’re planning to ask this stranger to pretend to date you just so that you can avoid the embarrassment at your ex’s wedding. On top of that, because Jeonghan really is a demon at his core, you don’t know what Joshua looks like. Don’t know who to look for. Which leads to you doing the only sensible thing and showing up 5 minutes late for dinner, hoping that he’ll already be at the table when you get there.

It works.

When you give the reservation name at the host stand, you’re immediately led back to a table. Without even thinking about it, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress, looking for a small amount of comfort in this situation. It’s not even that you struggle around new people, this is just…well, it’s a lot. It’s out of anyone’s comfort zone. Whatever you’re expecting, it’s not the man sitting at the table the host leads you to. He nearly stops you in your tracks.

His black hair is perfectly styled down to the pieces on one side that come down over his forehead. The black dress shirt he wears is open at least one button too many, but he makes the exposed chest look work in a way models would envy. Even though his pants are black as well, he makes it look classic and effortless, rather than too dark. That’s all without even acknowledging the soft smile on his face. This man would break a thousand hearts without even saying a damn word. While you’re appreciating him, you miss the way his eyes rake over you appreciatively. Miss the way his eyes trace your curves and the way the dress clings to you.

In one fluid motion, he’s standing up to greet you, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Is it weird if your knees are a little weak? Well, even if it is, there’s nothing you can do. You’re completely captivated.

“You must be Joshua,” you say. Brilliant, you think. That’s obvious.

“It’s nice to meet you. Jeonghan had nothing but good things to say,” he answers with another smile as he pulls your seat out for you.

“I feel like he hardly told me about you,” you respond. Joshua raises a perfect eyebrow at that.

“Then why did you agree to go out with me?” Joshua asks.

“Go out with…is this a date?” The question comes tumbling out.

Joshua’s eyes widen in genuine confusion. “Is it not?”

“What, exactly, did Jeonghan say to you?”

A lot and nothing at all, it turns out. Joshua tells you about how he’s somewhat new to the area, which you knew. About how he met Jeonghan through work, kind of. They work in the same building doing very different things and happened to run into each other getting coffee a handful of times before Jeonghan introduced himself. The two had hung out several times, something Jeonghan had not really mentioned, and gotten to know each other over drinks more than once. The very first time, Jeonghan had mentioned you and Joshua admits immediately being intrigued without pressing for more information.

In any case, Jeonghan talked about you pretty freely, a fact that’s hardly surprising. Before Joshua texted you, Jeonghan had mentioned, in what Joshua calls an offhand way, that you were sick of dating the same people. According to Joshua, through Jeonghan, you were looking to possibly be set up. (Read: Jeonghan thinks he’s crafty and isn’t going to come out and tell this man what you’re really looking for. Typical Jeonghan, honestly. You know that “offhand comment” was anything but. And you had the audacity to think Jeonghan would have to tell Joshua what he’s getting into. Rookie move.)

Now you’re in a bit of an awkward situation because this man is honestly gorgeous, one of the prettiest humans you’ve ever met. And, already, he seems like he might be sweet with a pretty good sense of humor. It’s just…well, you’re absolutely not looking for a relationship and this is the last person you want to get involved in your mess. Thankfully, you get a moment to catch your breath when someone comes by to take a drink order and suggest an appetizer. It’s just enough time for you to talk yourself into telling Joshua the real story.

To his credit, he only looks mildly surprised as you outline your whole situation, inform him that yes, Jeonghan does know all of this, and clarify why you didn’t actually realize it was a date. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes seem to sparkle a bit when you also admit that he’s absolutely stunning in a way that hurts your feelings. Easier to miss is the way his face barely falls when you say that you’re not actually looking for something right now. Interesting.

“So that’s the whole thing and now that I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you, I’m sure you’ll understand if we never see each other after tonight,” you finish.

“How am I supposed to go to a wedding as your boyfriend in a matter of weeks if we don’t see each other after tonight?” Joshua wonders.

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heliads · 10 months

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Can I pretty please request Carlos Sainz x reader where she’s rly shy and gets worried that maybe he wants someone more outgoing but he tells her he loves her any way she is? Your writing is amazing 🫶🏻

anon i love you wholeheartedly please let me speak on carlos

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You are not who you are supposed to be. There are qualifications for being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver, you’re sure of it, probably even a style guide somewhere if you only bothered to look it up. Perfect hair. Clean makeup. Pretty, but doesn’t try too hard. Willing to give up their whole life to follow one man on mad jaunts across the planet. Wherever your guidebook is, though, you must have lost it long ago, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, and worst of all, it’s starting to show.

You never should have gotten into this position in the first place. That isn’t to say that you hate it, far from it; dating Carlos Sainz is the best thing that ever happened to you, making you the happiest wrong person at the right time to ever exist. In every other universe, he’s probably seeing models or actresses, but here, he has you, and you’re willing to fight off every multiversal version of you just to keep everything as it is right now.

Your butterfly effect was quite stunning, actually. You ended up getting tickets to a Grand Prix through last minute cancellations. They were great, came with paddock passes and all that, and while you were lingering through Ferrari hospitality, Carlos happened to drop by to visit a friend and he noticed you while you were in line to get some water. He’s got the confidence of, well, a world class athlete, an adrenaline junkie, a professional race car driver, and so he introduced himself.

Sometimes, it’s just as easy as that. A father’s cousin’s roommate buys two tickets to a Grand Prix, then a stranger’s roommate’s brother gets sick, and suddenly you’re touching down off a plane overseas and walking through the door of paddock hospitality. You wear red, and you are seen. Just like that.

It took one more weekend before either of you knew that you wanted what you had to last for good. He texted you, followed you on Instagram and blew his cover of seeming cool by accidentally liking a post of yours from six years ago. And, when he saw you again, he knew that he wanted the spark between you to be something more, something like a bonfire.

Coincidence may have supported you thus far, but you don’t trust it not to abandon you. At the end of the day, you are you, you are Y/N L/N, and you are so far removed from Carlos’ world that it stuns you to think that you were even in his orbit so long as to meet him. If there are powers that be somewhere in the universe, they’re either playing a cruel joke or messing around to give you a helping hand.

Hopefully, it’ll be the latter, but truly who knows at this point. As if it wasn’t surreal enough to introduce Carlos to your friends and family as Carlos Sainz, Formula One driver. As if it doesn’t blow your minds that people have started making Instagram accounts just dedicated to posting photos of you and your boyfriend whenever you’re seen out together.

The problem lies in the insanity of it all. You are not from this sort of life, you weren’t born into a silver spoon dynasty and you barely know how to interact with any of them now. You get along with the other WAGs as best you can; Heidi’s lovely, sure, and you were friendly with Charlotte until she disappeared, but sometimes it feels like it’s just you and your boyfriend against the world. Of any ally to pick, Carlos would be your top choice each and every time, but still. The fact remains that he will go out and race and leave you to your own devices, and you lack the extroverted impulses to social climb with everyone else.

This, then, is the main concern. You can pick out whatever designer clothes you want, goodness knows Carlos has offered to buy you anything already, and you can get your nails and hair done before each and every race, but that doesn’t change the fact that you, at your core, are never going to enjoy the paparazzi circus whenever you have to brave it.

It’s just not your scene, that’s all. You’re on the quieter side, happy to spend time with a few key friends but increasingly nervous in large crowds. Formula One is all large crowds, as you’ve discovered; thousands of fans, hundreds of engineers and team members, plus drivers and girlfriends and best friends. So many eyes, all on you. So many voices all shouting over each other.

You love Carlos, though, and you love him wholeheartedly, so you gather up your courage and go to race weekends when you can. Every time Carlos sees you in the crowd, he smiles so widely his friends tease him for weeks, and he runs to you first after every podium and strong finish. You want to be there for your boyfriend, truly you do, you just wonder if all of this should come easier to you than it does.

Also, you wonder if Carlos wishes the same thing. He has been nothing but perfect to you, so the spirals of guilt currently tangling their way through your insides are purely of your own creation, but what if he truly does think like that? Carlos must see the other WAGs, how they shine and sparkle with attention instead of feeling the urge to run. Wouldn’t he want that? Wouldn’t he get frustrated that you can’t be like the rest?

Thousands of girls in the world, and he picks you. You don’t know if it’s sweet or genuinely frightening. He wanted you out of everyone, yes, but he could replace you in a snap, swapping you out like some useless part on his car. There is nothing about you that cannot be replicated in any other girl. Even Charles did it, in a way, got himself a new girlfriend that’s a dead ringer for Charlotte. Carlos has no reason to keep you except for something he knows and you don’t.

The guessing will drive you mad, maybe, but you’ll lose your sanity long before that just trying to keep up with everything in his fast-paced life. You’ve been to prior F1 races, obviously, it’s how you met Carlos in the first place and it’s also how you kept him, but this upcoming weekend is different, this is Barcelona. Carlos is the center of attention at his home race, and every step he takes, a new storm of people is flooding in to ask him for autographs, selfies, anything to remind them that he’s real and right before their eyes.

Carlos doesn’t ask for a whole lot, and he certainly didn’t force you to come to this race, but you saw the hope in his dark eyes when he brought it up oh-so-casually at a dinner last week. You had assured him that you would go there to cheer him on along with the rest of his home crowd, and Carlos had been delighted for the rest of the evening.

You are happy to go, truly, but it’s taking everything in you to keep your smile up in front of the reporters and crowds and fans, and it’s just the first day. All you’re handling right now is qualifying, not even the actual race. In the back of your mind, a voice whispers that it’s only going to get worse from here on out, but when Carlos looks back at you as you wind through the paddock, you just smile and tell him you’re glad to be there with him. You’re here for him, after all, and Carlos is busy enough with race stuff that he won’t want to hear your complaints.

That’s what you keep repeating to yourself throughout the entirety of that day. Carlos qualifies well and is properly pleased about it, as he should be. The possibility of a podium or perhaps even a win for his home race has been one of his top goals for the season, and he’s as close as he can get to it right now. He earnestly talks about it the whole drive back to your hotel, but once you’re back in the safety and peace of the room, the conversation abruptly switches back to you.

Carlos sheds his jacket at the door, watches you flop down onto the bed with a smile on his face, then asks you pointedly, “And how are you doing, amor?”

You smile back at him, the expression trained to perfection after being tested so many times today. “Great! Glad that everything’s going so well for you. I’ll be cheering for P1 tomorrow.”

In truth, you’re tired more than anything. People kept coming up to you all day, assuming that taking a selfie with Carlos’ girlfriend was at least half as good as getting to see him. They gave you all manner of gifts and things to give to him, extracting promises that you’d tell him dozens of different people wished him well. You knew you’d get a lot more attention when you started dating Carlos, but the lack of personal space and privacy at the races is truly unlike anything you’d experienced before.

Carlos has been dating you long enough to pick up on this, apparently, because he furrows his brow and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow, but do you want to tell me what is really on your mind? Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you, no?”

You sigh, covering your face with one of your arms. Carlos deflects from this attempt to hide by gently pulling your arm away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make up for it. “Talk to me, cariño.”

You look sorrowfully at him, but when it becomes clear that Carlos won’t let you go until you confess, you give in. “It’s just a lot, I guess. The people and the cameras and everything.”

Carlos frowns. “I can get them to go away, you know that. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You look away. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear it. All of the other girlfriends have no problem with it, just me. I thought you’d want me to be more outgoing, so I tried, I really did, it’s just hard for me, I don’t know why.”

When you dare to risk a glance up at Carlos, you’re surprised to notice that he looks genuinely hurt. “Sweetheart, you didn’t think that I would actually be unhappy about that? I just want you to be happy. Don’t think about me.”

You let out a low breath. “I know, it’s just– I want to be like the rest, really. I don’t want this to be a reason–”

You cut yourself off, distracted by Carlos’ hands still wrapped around yours. Carlos picks up on the obviously dropped subject, though, and looks at you with fresh concern. “You don’t want it to be a reason for what?”

“That you would break up with me,” you whisper.

That’s it, then. That’s the truth. If you can’t live with Carlos’ lifestyle, why wouldn’t he leave you for someone who could? It makes perfect sense to you, but judging by Carlos’ expression, that logic couldn’t be further from his mind.

“No, Y/N,” he says, “That’s not right at all. I don’t want to break up with you, like, ever. Not because of this. I don’t want someone else, I want you. I love you, querida. I love the girl who showed up out of nowhere and made me forget about every other woman in the world. I love the girl who shows up to my home race even though it stresses her out because she wants to be there for me. I love you, Y/N. No one else. Just you.”

And, well, in the face of such passionate declarations, who could stand firm in their own self-pity? Certainly not you. You smile and let him kiss you again and again until you can’t see straight, and after that it is better, it is all better. Hearing it straight from Carlos is better than trying to guess at it. It lets your worries finally sink off into nothingness. It’s just you and him, just what he wants. Just what you want.

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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hawks, miruko, fatgum, midnight and eraserhead x vigilante reader

REPOST the original one got flagged as s3xu4l content even tho it's just fluff :(

vigilante reader is tame basically acting as a pro hero just without the license, mainly focusing on saving people, and therefore none of the heros reallu care. no warnings just pure fluff

hawks/keigo takami:

-keigo would be a vigilante if he wasn't taken in by the commission. 100% he would not have stopped saving lives even if he got in trouble for it. he might even fuck around and manage to get you an actual hero license if you want one, even a fake one to get out of trouble if you need it

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-he lets you follow him on patrols, absolutely no fucks. almost everyone thinks you're just one of his sidekicks and you basically act as one without the hero license. would just use his feathers to carry you away from any particularly hard ass heros (cough endeavor cough) if he needs to

-doesn't have a lot of friends but the ones he does have know all about you (including everything keigo gushes to them about you ugh) and they also don't care, they trust him as a person and a hero so by default they trust you

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

-end of day routine with keigo would def start with you two dancing in keigos living room, he just sweeps you up and starts dancing out of no where, doesn't even need music, the sound of you laughing at his antics is music enough for him, you've come to expect it every day when he comes home and it's one of the things you miss most when he's gone on a longer mission

-your rough days always end with you flying, even if you can fly using your own quirk, there's something about being held to the chest of the man you love while he flys through the night sky, placing unwavering trust in him to not let you fall while you admire the stars always makes your heart full, and for keigos rough days, you always preen his feathers, he's not used to anyone touching them besides his fans grabbing at him, so nothing relaxes him more than the feeling of your fingers in his feathers, straightening and adjusting them for him as you go

miruko/rumi usagiyama:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you win a match <3

-if you're not immediately recognizable as a vigilante she Will take you to the boring hero shit she has to go with. no one's willing to get close enough to you besides hawks, because if you're with her she'll glare down anyone who tries to approach her and hawks is the only one brave enough to get closer (she also trusts hawks the most out of all of them and knows hes no snitch)

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-on especially hard days for you, rumi gives a mean back massage that leaves you putty in her hands, on rumis hard days you always do her hair. she finds it so relaxing and loves the styles you do on her and will proudly wear whatever you did as long as she can

fatgum/taishiro toyomitsu:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-him being That Guy /pos and all his only reaction after dealing with the villain is to put you down and be like woah. hello person i have never seen in my life before this very second right now. you should hurry along i don't want any civilians caught in the cross hairs when the police arrive. anyway random stranger i've never seen ever you should totally come by my hero agency and train in case you know. you get caught close to another villain attack

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

-he's probably the most chill pro hero aside from like. aizawa. you know how like the bigger the dog the more chill they get (usually). yeah same affect with him he minds his business stays in his lane does heroic deeds on the reg yk

- his favorite thing to do with you is spend time with you laying on top of him <33 he usually takes up all the space on wherever he's lying but no complaints can be heard when you get to cuddle on top of him all night

-end of day routine with taishiro would pretty much be him coming home from work, flopping on the couch, and dragging you to lay on top of him to doze until the food he ordered arrives (even if you wanted to there's no way you could cook for tai after work, you'd have a hard enough time cooking for Any pro hero let alone one who's quirk is dependent on food)

-your rough days usually entail you crawling inside his shirts to be closer to him (in my mind his clothes are probably usually baggy because they need to be able to withstand his full size and after a day at work he'd probably be at least somewhat smaller) and him allowing you to curl up on him like a cat (he probably also pets ur hair like a cat but we don't need to mention that), his rough days probably entail something like baking treats together!! he seems like the kind of guy who really really enjoys quality time with a s/o and combining that with food? his bad day melts away immediately

midnight/nemuri kayama:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri LOVES going out with you, you better pray you don't have a recognizable face because there's no way you're getting out of going out to dinner and her dragging you shopping and her showing you off any chance she gets(not that you'd want to get out of that stuff i mean. it's nemuri)

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

-she probably has a lot of cats and by default they're your cats so usually while nemuris gone at ua you're playing with her cats. (nemuri probably has hundreds of pictures of you with a cat on top of you after you fell asleep)

-her favorite time of day is when you're both home and sweaty from fighting, your end of day routine always starts with taking a bath together, washing grime off the other, using the tenderness to reset your minds after a long day

-she loves to pamper you, do your nails, face masks, anything you want ,and uses her quirk slightly on you after a particularly rough day, and for her rough days you always make sure she gets a foot massage and glass of wine with a book <3

eraserhead/shouta aizawa:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

-is definitely used to dealing with vigilantes both a professional and unprofessional sense, nothing you can do will shock him, and you can always count on him to save your ass when things go south, it's like he has a second quirk with the way he's able to sense when you're either about to do something stupid or about to die. usually both.

-you guys patrol at night together, you both prefer working when you know the other is somewhere nearby in case things go south, and more often than not you take cases on together (although Technically it's just him on the paperwork)

-omg what if you guys meet because he saw you feeding a cat and snuck up on you only for you to. notice him? holy shit?? you could sense his presence?? he was flabbergasted. that like never fucking happens

-end of day routine is you bullying him into a shower with you and him making you wash his hair as payment. literally a fucking cat. we both know he wouldn't shower after patrol alone he'd just go to sleep.

-your rough days always end up with you in a caterpillar looking ass sleeping bag with shouta but you'd have it no other way. his rough days are full of cat cafes. they just relax him like nothing else

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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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I’m sorry

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x asian!reader

Theme : Angst

Just a timeline of Charles’s girlfriend throughout the years, how she went from a girl who migrated to France when she was 6 years old to becoming a girlfriend of the Formula 1 driver, Charles Leclerc.

I’m not entirely sure about this one but I just wanted to clear my draft. I’m only tagging those who told me they wanted to be included in my general tag list! Please don’t be offended if I didn’t tag you because it’s not Jealousy part 3 😭 so I thought you don’t want to be tagged but please let me know if you wish to in all of my stories!

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2018

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2019

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ynusername dropping a selfie bcs it’s been a while

charles_leclerc Mon amour 🧸🤎

ynusername 🤎

user1 SO PRETTYY

user2 LOVING THE HAIR COLOUR!!

user3 she’s asian? can she speaks french?

user4 she has lived in france since she was 6 so yes she can

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ynusername a quick stop for mirror selfie before rushing to class

charles_leclerc my pretty girl 🤎

user1 oh to be called my pretty girl by charles too 😭

user2 does she always dress like that?

user3 other wags just scream old money with class. this one..i’m not sure myself 😣

user4 lol she can wear whatever she wants

user2 i just wish she wear something more relevant since it’s affecting charles’s image too

user4 that doesn’t make any sense

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2020

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ynusername rainy season 🌧️

charles_leclerc I miss you

ynusername I miss you too 🥺🥺

user1 I love how she still look stunning without all those expensive brands

user2 PRETTIESTTT ❤️

user3 is it just me or she looks so out of place compare to other wags?

user4 how i wish she paid more attention to her style

user5 too simple 😕

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2021

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ynusername loving this dress! 💛

charles_leclerc beautiful princess

ynusername love youu! 🥺

user1 meeeh tried too hard

user2 lol all those stuffs but still don’t look on par with other wags

user3 omg you look so pretty in a dress!!! AAAAA

user4 charles’s princess ❤️

user5 girl you ate and left all crumbs

“I can’t.”

Charles furrowed his brows to your answer. “What do you mean you can’t? Y/N, we have been together for more than 6 years. Don’t you think it’s time for us to start living together?”

“I got a job offer in London. I’ll be moving away in a week.”

“What? What about us? Don’t you think you should have told me first before you accepted the offer?” He blinked in disbelief, part of him was hoping that you were just pulling a prank on him.

“It was a job that my mom had always been dreaming of, Charles. She sacrificed a lot for me.”You tilted your chin to avoid the tears on your waterline to spill. “She sacrificed her life before she could play with dolls for me. I spent my childhood waiting for the sound of her keys jingling as she came back from her night shift, waking up with just a small note sticked on the side of my breakfast plate because she couldn’t wished me a good morning for having to rush to work. She gave up on her dream, crying from missing her parents in South Korea every night just to make sure I got a chance to draw my life with colours so I wouldn’t have to suffer like she did. I need to accept this job for her. Everything I have been doing and ever will do is for her and you know this.”

Charles remained silence. He had always known your mom’s struggle, raiding you alone as a signle mother and part of him had always known that if you were put in a situation where you had to prioritise your life or your mom’s life, you would always choose hers. He knew it but he was never prepared for the day to come. He couldn’t find himself to say anything else and pulled you into his embrace instead.

“And I’m tired. I’m so, so tired of the constant pressure from everyone. I can’t even wear anything that I want without getting comments about how incompatible I look, how messy I look. I– I don’t know what they– what everyone wants from me. It’s either I looked out of place, an outsider or I looked like I’m trying too hard. I don’t know what everyone expect from me. I’m happy, I’m so goddamn happy that you got to be where you are right now but the more you are building yourself, the more I’m falling apart. I’m losing myself, Charles. I feel like I have been helping you to build your garden while mine is just getting abandoned and forsaken and just full of wilt flowers.”

“I’m sorry.”

That was the last word you remembered him saying as he kept you in your arms, holding you so you wouldn’t fall on your knee from the way your body shook within every sob.

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2022

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2023

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lancomeofficial Lancôme newest global ambassador, ynusername lookingall glammed up by jaime.creates.

user1 OMG OMG OMG

user2 THAT’S MY GIRRLL

user3 been here since day 1

user4 She looks unreal

user5 it’s been a while since the last time i saw her in my feed 🥹

user6 still using her ex bf fame to build her name lol she’s worse than other ex wag

user7 are you high???

✧.* tags! @i83andrew @cltrlne @karmabyfernando

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aureutr · 1 year

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Glass Onion and COVID masks as character shorthand

I wanted to talk real quick about the scene where Benoit and our suspects first meet on the dock. The mask shorthand is not necessarily needed, we’ve been introduced to almost everyone already and can get a good idea of who’s an outright asshole and who might have more layers (ha). But I still appreciated it.

This is what I think about the scene in general, if you have a different interpretation I’d be interested to read it!

Benoit - Patterned cloth mask. This was not uncommon to see in late 2020 and beyond, but this is only May 2020. He (or his husband) likely sewed it himself. This is a conscientious, yet stylish, man who pays attention to what’s happening and adjusts his behavior accordingly.

Lionel - Black cloth mask. This mask does not provide adequate protection for others because he is wearing it over substantial facial hair. He’s a man of science who cares... but perhaps only so long as he does not have to make any personal sacrifices for it. In this case, it would be shaving his beard or finding a masking solution that forms a better seal. In other cases....? :)

Claire - Ill-fitting beige mask. Her nose is hanging out through half of the scene (also is that a tampon hanging out of it when she gets out of the car?). Similar to Lionel, she has values that she supposedly stands for. But she is either ignorant of the full picture or is willing to set those values aside when she thinks she needs to.

Birdie - Golden mesh “mask”. Birdie has already been shown as uncaring about COVID earlier in the film with her party (”it’s okay, they’re in my pod” my ass). Here she flaunts the fact that she is aware of what she should be doing, but is choosing not to. There is also an underlying thread of her general ignorance, as she foregoes anyone’s safety (even her own) for style and glamour.

Peg - Standard surgical mask, perfectly fitted, complete with twisted ear loops. She is meant to be bland and in the background, at least in-universe. Peg is imminently practical, and while she might like finer things (later in the movie she is visibly disappointed to be given a Solo cup when others receive personalized glasses), she is willing to forego them to achieve her goals. There is not much more that can be gleaned from her mask alone.

Duke and Whiskey - No masks at all. Duke is a far-right asshole with no regard for the safety of others, and little regard for his own. Whiskey does as he says, even though she later mentions that she doesn’t want her politics completely defined by his. She might not want that, but her actions speak louder. There is nothing subtle about Duke and little about Whiskey, they are as they appear.

Andi - No mask. But I’m willing to forgive this one in the name of movie magic, given that the shot is meant to be lingering and mysterious. At this point we don’t know anything about this character, but it seems unlikely that she’s in the same camp as Duke. Or, perhaps given that all of the other characters are masked (or not) in meaningful ways, her lack of mask is a subtle misdirection about Ms. Brand.

Under the cut find another quick note about the mysterious “puff gun”.This does contain spoilers for the end of the movie, so tread carefully

We learn at the end of the movie (though it’s not exactly subtle from the get-go) that Miles Bron is an utter moron. Explicitly, anything good he does is not his idea and many things he does on his own are idiot mistakes that others go with because of his power and influence (and money). Whatever this mysterious “you’re good” puff was, I seriously doubt it was a COVID cure of any sort.

My headcanon is that everyone who left “Pieceshite” Island alive dealt tested positive for COVID a few days later.

Also, I called her “Andi” and not “Helen” so as to not spoiler anyone. ;)

EDIT: Several people have pointed out that Lionel actually has a KN95 mask, not a regular cloth one. My bad! Thank you for correcting me. I still think my take otherwise works since his beard breaks the seal.

#glass onion #knives out #movies #rian johnson #daniel craig #benoit blan

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five-rivers · 23 days

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Cracked Clay Cup Chapter 2

For @greatbigolhampuckjustforme

“How is this organized, anyway?” asked Daniel. “It isn't alphabetical.”

Clockwork shuddered. “The debate about which alphabet to use would be interminable. No. The list is arranged from eldest to youngest, with groups being averaged.”

“So, the oldest person is on top and the youngest person is on the bottom.”

“That is correct.”

Daniel hummed and wiped up the last of his syrup up off his plate with the last piece of his pancake. “This Jasmine person is the youngest person who wants me. Ick, that sounded wrong somehow.”

“She is the youngest person,” said Clockwork. He was doing something strange with the plates in the sink.

“Is she, like, really into plants or flowers or something?”

“Are you really into Daniels?”

“I mean. I don’t know. My memory’s been erased and all. For all I know, my name isn’t even Daniel. It could be William. Or David.” Still, he got the point. He shook his head. “Ghosts just picking random names. What is the world coming to?”

“You could always choose to go by another name,” said Clockwork, mildly. “You are not trapped in it.”

“I know,” said Daniel. “I’ll keep it for now, though. Is, um, is the…”

“Her section of the file is colored teal.”

“Thanks,” said Daniel. He flipped through. “These aren’t in the same order, you know.”

“I know,” said Clockwork. He sounded very put upon.

“You’re not the one who does the organizing, huh?”

“If only I were.”

Daniel looked over the teal pages. There wasn’t a lot of information on them. The name, Jasmine, her height, hair color, eye color, a few lines about interests.

“Not a lot here.”

“You are meant to form your own opinions,” said Clockwork.

“Enjoys pushing forward the boundaries of knowledge?” he read from the page. “Interested in modern psychology and brain surgery?” He looked up at Clockwork. “This sounds like mad scientist material.”

“You can always skip her, if you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to be fair. So, uh, let’s go. Let’s do this.”

“In your pajamas?”

“Well, it’s not like I have anything else, do I?”

“In fact, you do. There is a closet in your room upstairs.”

“With clothes that are mine?”

“With clothes in a variety of styles in your size. They are all new, acquired for this process, although you can keep them afterward.”

“So, no way to figure out my style except for experimentation. Cool. Great. Another mystery to solve.”

“Think of it as an interesting puzzle. An amusing way to pass the time, whilst you are experiencing the various persons who wish to gain custody of you.”

“Uh huh,” said Daniel, pushing his chair out. “I’m going to go get changed. Do I need to pack a bag, too, or what?”

“What, in this case. Any clothing and toiletries you need will be sent to you.”

Daniel nodded and climbed back up the stairs to ‘his’ room. There was a closet there that he hadn’t noticed before, across from the bathroom. He opened the door and started to shift through the different outfits.

That one was too complicated… ugh, weird texture… too much body exposure… ooh, gothic… but also complicated… nice skirt… robe… kilt? He prodded at the maybe-kilt a little. He wasn’t sure that it was a kilt. Well, whatever. Jeans. T-shirt. Hm. Tempting, if only for its simplicity. But maybe he wanted something that vibed with his tail a bit better. Ooh, Egyptian.

Eventually, he hit on a combination of loose pants, long shirt, and fringed wrap. Yeah. That would look good. Comfortable. He took off his pajamas and fluffed his tail. That did feel good. He put on the pants, then the shirt, and then discovered he did not have great skills with wraps. So. He probably didn’t wear them on a daily basis. Still, with the help of the bathroom mirror, he managed to get it into a more or less presentable arrangement. He thought he looked good, anyway, and that was all that mattered. After all, if they already were getting into fights over custody of him, he didn’t exactly have to dress to impress.

He went back down the stairs, to where Clockwork was waiting, staff in hand. “Okay, I’m ready. How do I look?”

“Dressed,” said Clockwork.

“Helpful,” said Daniel.

“I am to please.”

“So… How do we get there?”

“Through this,” said Clockwork. He held up the staff, and a portal spun off the clock at its top. Then, he held out a small pocketwatch. “When you want to return, merely click the button on top.”

“Okay,” said Daniel, taking it and looping it's chain around his neck. “And… I just go through? No other tricks?”

“No other tricks. It is the journey of a single step.”

“Right,” said Daniel. He took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The transition between places really was smooth. One minute, he was in Clockwork's purple kitchen, the next, he was in what looked like a completely normal entryway.

There was a girl there. She looked human, and was about half a foot taller than he was. Her hair was red and her cardigan was the same teal as her paper in the file. Her eyes, too, were blue. She… really didn’t look like a ghost at all. She didn’t particularly look like him, either, except for her skin color. Unless maybe some of her facial features were similar? Nose shape, perhaps? He didn’t really remember what he looked like well enough to say.

But, definitely, what stood out the most about her was the fact that she was a girl. A teenager. Not a woman, not really. She couldn’t be more than a few years older than he was.

“Danny,” she said, jumping out of the chair and starting to smile at him. “Hi, I’m–” She stopped.

The girl stared. Daniel stared back.

“Danny, what are you wearing?” she asked.

“Clothing,” he said. He didn’t think this kind of outfit had any particular name. At least, if it did, he didn’t know it.

“Oh.”

“And… you’re…”

“Oh! I’m Jazz! You… really don’t remember me?”

Daniel shook his head, slowly.

“Well… They did tell me that would happen…”

“I knew you before?”

“Yes! Yes. I… was your mother. Am your mother!”

“Uh,” said Daniel. “You’re, like, seventeen. Eighteen, maximum.”

“Time travel was involved.”

“Time travel.”

“Time travel. You know how things are in the ghost zone. You get a natural portal, and then, boom! You’re fifteen years in the past, or the future!” She laughed, nervously. “But I’m here, now! This version of me. Who is definitely your mother.”

Daniel realized, then, that just because the memory wipe meant that he couldn’t know what his prior connections were, that didn’t mean that other people couldn’t try to capitalize on them. Or lie about them. Or lie about them badly.

“Time travel,” said Daniel, again.

“I mean, you’re staying with Clockwork, right?”

“Uh, yeah, so?”

“So, he’s sort of a major player in the time travel scene, right?”

“He is?” It’d explain the clock theme, at least.

“He is.”

“Oh. Cool.” He still didn’t believe her time travel story, though. “So, like. If you were time traveling, who raised me?”

“Your, uh, grandparents. But they can’t really, uh, do it, anymore. For reasons. And I’m back! In the proper time! So I want to take care of you now. And this will start our bonding bonanza! We can start with a tour of the house!”

What. She did not just say that.

“Are they the ones who’re disputing your custody? Because it is a dispute, right? That’s what this thing is all about.”

“I mean, um, there are seven groups, right? Counting me? So, no, it’s not because of them.”

“Right,” said Daniel. That didn’t rule them out, though. Maybe they were the ones at the top of the list.

“So, obviously, this is the entryway… At least, you know, when there’s a door.”

Daniel looked behind him. There was, indeed, no door. “What?”

“Something about the rules to these things. We’re not supposed to leave for the duration.”

“What about food?”

“It’s brought in, the same way you were. So, over here is the kitchen.”

The kitchen was a long, galley affair, with tile countertops and cute floral backsplashes. It was much more normal than Clockwork’s, at least in terms of colors. There was a fridge, a microwave, a toaster, and a dishwasher.

“Do you know who the other six groups are?”

“I mean… I have a guess about some of them, but I don’t really know. I’d thought Clockwork would be one of them for sure, but…”

“What, really?” That, at least, didn’t seem like a lie. “But he’s the neutral party?”

“Yes,” said Jazz. “But I thought that the two of you were close. But maybe it was more along the lines of being, I don’t know, work friends.”

“Huh,” said Daniel. “I… Okay.”

“Yes. Okay. So, the fridge is completely safe, no biological or ectobiological samples stored in it. Just food. Normal, edible food. We’ll do the dishes together, of course. Cups are in here, dishes, pots and pans–”

“Your profile said you were interested in brain surgery,” said Daniel.

“Oh, yes, that’s one of the things I’m thinking about studying in college! Once I get into college. Which will be soon.”

“So, you don’t have, like, a mad science lab in here where you do brain surgery or something like that?”

The girl stared at him. “Are… you sure you don’t remember anything?”

This was not a promising question. “Yeah, why?”

“Because you’re assuming that I have a mad science lab in here. I’m a high school senior.”

“Which means it’s weird that you’re here with a house at all.”

She made a face. “It’s… I had some help getting it. The house, I mean. But there’s no mad science lab. There will never be a mad science lab. Unless you want a mad science lab. I could probably make some calls.”

“I don’t want a mad science lab. Why would I want a mad science lab?”

“I don’t know, to tinker in? You used to do some, um, tinkering. Mechanical engineering stuff.”

“That’s more of a garage thing, though, isn’t it?”

“I… don’t know. You only ever did it in the lab.”

“So, we used to have a mad science lab.”

“That’s– I mean– No.”

Definitely a lie. They totally had a lab. Or, at least, Jazz used to have a lab. What was going on that they had a lab? Something sinister, doubtlessly.

“Did you dissect brains in this lab?”

“No! Like I said, I’m only a student. A student that is interested in a lot of things, but right now, my thesis is about Ghost Envy.”

“You’re a high school student with a thesis?”

“I’m a high achiever. Have to make up for all that time lost time traveling. You’d think you’d gain time! But. Yeah.” She smiled tightly and nodded. “Living room next! We have a, er, one of those consoles. For video games. I got it from a friend.”

Daniel let Jazz drag him around the house. It was kind of nice, except for how nervous she got whenever he probed about his past or her supposed time travel. He didn’t really feel threatened by her, per se, but the lying… it definitely gave him a bit of, how should he put this, anxiety.

“And here’s your bedroom, Danny!”

The bedroom was actually really cool. Unlike the rest of the rooms, it had a very clear, very obvious theme beyond just house people can live in. The theme was space. The walls and ceiling were painted with constellations. There were model rockets on shelves. The desk had an astrolabe and a small model solar system on it, alongside astronomy books. There were also some novels, composition notebooks and sketchbooks, alongside a variety of markers, but those were tiny points about the overwhelming amount of space. Even the decorative throw cushions on the bed had galaxy patterns on them!

Danny… he really liked it. He guessed he had to admit that, at least, Jazz had known him before, and had known him reasonably well. Even if she wasn’t his mother.

She’d also turned around to play with a deadbolt on the door.

“It locks from the inside, because, well, I figured you’d be a bit nervous, staying with someone you know nothing about, and a lock might make you feel safer.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. “Hey, speaking of safety, you’re still, like, alive? Human?”

“Yes?” said Jazz.

“Isn’t it a bit weird, trying to get custody of a ghost?”

“Oh, um, I suppose it’s a bit unusual, but you’re my b– My son. Definitely my son. So, it’s worth it. It doesn’t matter to me if you’re a ghost or a human or– Wait, Clockwork told you, right?”

“Told me… what?”

“That you’re not, you know, a normal ghost.”

“I… he might have said something about that. About being an unusual kind of ghost.”

“So he didn’t tell you that you’re only half ghost?”

“That’s not a thing.”

“It’s a thing. You can change back and forth between a human - more human - form, and a ghost form. Like this.” She gestured at him.

Danny stared at her. “That’s not a thing.”

“It is! Oh, jeez, I can’t believe Clockwork left it to me to explain.” She crossed her arms and turned away. “I don’t know how to explain this.”

“Wait, does that mean my dad is a ghost in this story? Are you saying that you, as a human, and a ghost–”

“No. You died. That sounds terrible. I mean, you, um. You sort of died.”

“How did I die that I managed to die only halfway?”

Jazz opened and closed her mouth several times. “I didn’t witness it–”

“But you know.”

“It was– Do you really want to know? I mean, regardless, I’m still your– your mom. And I want to be. And that kind of thing is really traumatic.”

“What was it?”

She looked like she didn’t want to answer. Danny poured all his effort into a forceful, expectant stare.

“It… was a lab accident.”

Silence.

“Like, um. A ghost lab.”

More silence.

“Okay,” said Danny. He bit his lower lip. “Right.”

“I’ll just leave now,” said Jazz. “Make yourself at home. Because it is!” She stepped out.

“Yep,” said Danny. He closed the door and slid home the deadbolt. Then he put his hand around the pocketwatch, lightly touching the button on top. “Okay. I’ll be okay. I can always leave if she tries to examine my brain, and… I should give her a fair chance. Right.”

#danny phantom #phic phight

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s0ftb1tch12 · 6 months

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i may not be able to write out actual fanfic but i can put out ideas that scratch my brain and make me scream into the void

being hazel callahan’s passenger princess and going on night drives when you both can’t sleep

going to zoos and aquariums where she rambles out fun facts on her favourite animals

staring at the chains around her neck so often she notices and buys you matching ones (same thing with rings, even better if they’re from brittany’s jewelry business)

movie marathon dates under a blanket fort complete with fairy lights, fluffy blankets, and snacks

fidgeting with each other’s hands while having long talks about whatever

i’m a FIRM believer in cocky!hazel after a few months of dating. once she knows you’ll stick with her for the long run, she’s not as nervous and acts more flirty (lingering touches, cheesier words, etc)

she may not be able to cook but she’ll surely try and learn your favorite foods (i think she’s more of a baker since baking is kinda like chemistry and we all know how she feels about explosive reactions)

on that note, i do believe she’s top of her class in chemistry or physics (thinking about her tutoring you in those subjects but those study dates eventually lead to makeout sessions)

that kiss scene towards the end of the movie and the fact that she wears rings really inspired me,,, y’all know where this is going probably (i NEED someone to write this desperately because i ain’t seen it anywhere and i’m down BAD)

literally any member of band!gf x loser!gf (i’m talking bassists, guitarists, drummers, lead singers)

those fics with cheerleader gf x loser gf !!! smth i haven’t seen with this trope yet is cheerleader gf surprising her with her strength, carrying her princess style

goth!gf x nerd!gf: her letting you do her eyeliner like yours, sitting in her lap as she lies down (like this 😩)

bimbo!gf x loser!gf: your average oblivious hyperfem with her awkward masc relationship, even better if bimbo!gf wears heels often so she’s taller than hazel who is at perfect height for forehead kisses (usually leaving lipstick marks that she doesn’t notice until pj basically screams and points at it)

hazel carrying a bunch of chapstick or hair ties in her backpack in case her gf forgets hers

thrifting dates because slow fashion is important

as a sanrio girlie, i think hazel would love pompompurin and his little hat

hazel acts kinda like a little golden retriever so she would definitely get along will with dogs but i like to think she’s a cat person, cats fucking LOVE her and she is always feeding the strays on her block

hazel is a tea girlie and yes she does have fun facts about them (chamomile became v important after her parents divorce)

hazel likes simulation games like stardew valley and role playing games like baldur’s gate (she spends hours making her character) (yes this is self indulgent because i love bg3)

she loves handmade gifts; make this baby a mug, crochet her a sweater, paint her a picture and she will melt

soooooo many trinkets on her shelves (god i wish we saw her room in the movie)

she def has a less common pet (reptiles, bugs, rodents [like ferrets])

a bird would be nice for hazel if i’m being honest, she talks to it everyday but especially after a bad day (like when pj dismisses whatever cool thing she wants to talk about at lunch and changes the topic by talking over her)

idk what else to say rn but best believe that my brain will rot again because the gay shit will not be going away any time soon

#bottoms movie #bottoms 2023 #hazel callahan #hazel callahan x reader #ruby cruz #down astronomically bad #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan fluff #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan x you #sapphic #wlw #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x fem reader

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bbyxbambi · 10 months

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witch twin headcanons (general)

alec and jane volturi x gn !reader

⭒ jane is definitely the more distant one. although it was a little difficult, alec becomes accustomed to you quicker then his twin. jane tends to avoid you at first, refuse to talk to you and make you feel invisible. alec will silently check up on you. he would buy you random gifts such as books and paints to keep you occupied and staying out of trouble.

⭒ when jane eventually comes around she can be quite doting, however, its very hard to see. in jane’s eyes, you are her perfect doll. she picks out your outfits, styles your hair and helps you with your makeup if you choose to wear any. she won’t make it obvious that she’s doing these things because she loves it, she’ll pretend it’s because she thinks you’re incompetent and even slide in an insult here and there, however, doesn’t mean a single word.

⭒ i think alec is genuinely a really calculating and quiet person. he has a very powerful aura whereas jane has more of an aggressive and frightening one. although you still rest with jane, you are calmed easier by alec.

⭒ whenever you are sick, injured, overwhelmed or just in pain, you tend to graviate towards alec more. alec will lay down with you in his dark room and at first, just be present with you and hope him being there will soothe you enough, but as time goes on he will be comfortable holding you, rubbing your back or playing with you hair.

⭒ i actually think the twins would use their gifts on you. not to hurt you obviously but i do think they would. not often and more so alec then jane but they find that their gifts can be used to help you. i think if you’re newborn or even just a very energetic human, hybrid or full on vampire, you might be susceptible to going too fast and accidentally breaking things. if you’re with jane and she starts to see you getting a little too much she’d almost be a shock collar and briefly pain you, not enough to hurt you but enough for you to feel it and know that is her warning you to be careful. alec on the other hand would only use his gift if you ask or he sees you’re getting too overwhelmed. if you happen to be someone who easily has panic attacks or sensory overloads, he’s your guy to strip all of those senses of yours away and have you focus on one thing at a time.

⭒ alec and jane would have very strict rules for you. jane would enforce them more then alec but he still would nonetheless. i think these would include a bed time (if you’re human or a hybrid), not leaving the castle without them, training your gift, eating and whatever you want to imagine.

⭒ they would 100% team up on you. if you fight one, you fight both. i could see this happening if you refuse to sleep or eat, argue with them or break one of their rules. would punish you together, tease you, but also care for you together. i think they’d have a set routine on who does what for you and when. might take turns ‘babysitting’ you at the start of your relationship to ensure you don’t try to run away.

⭒ it would be very hard to be their mate at first however you grow to love them and love how possessive they can be. you know you are always safe with them around because at least one of them always has their eye on you, ready to protect you from anything, even if you can protect yourself.

thanks for reading! let me know what you want me to write next!

bambi xx

#volturi #the volturi #alec volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi x reader #jane volturi x reader #witch twins #witch twins x reader #volturi x reader #twilight #demetri volturi #felix volturi #bella swan #aro volturi

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miinatozakiii · 7 months

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this one's for you

yoo jeongyeon x fem!reader ; fluff (highschool au)

synopsis: yoo jeongyeon can shoot a basketball pretty well--just not when you're near.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: cursing ; jeongyeon is an idiot ; not proofread well oops

a/n: been working on this for a bit, hope you all enjoy this brain rotting fluff :-)

also there might be a good amount of mistakes because i got tired and gave up on proof reading :-/

yoo jeongyeon shoots her shot and almost always makes it.

the 5'6, dark-haired, cocky, and well-known shooting guard is arguably the best on the team, everyone knows it.

though yoo jeongyeon lacks some height for a star player on the court, her skills make up for all of it.

each and every pass made is precise, no matter how far she is. every time she would dribble, those who would watch would be in awe at how quick she was on her feet and how quickly the tips of her fingers were able to shift the ball from one side to another. her shots are the star of the show—each time she makes one, there's a ninety percent chance that it'll make the infamous swish—which makes the whole crowd lose their minds.

most girls eye her, most girls want her; yoo jeongyeon could pull almost anyone she wanted, but you were a different case.

"who's that?" the shooting guard perks her head up, narrowing her eyes at the unfamiliar second-year who had just passed by. you hadn't shifted your gaze in the slightest; you didn't bat an eye at jeongyeon or even acknowledge her.

jihyo rolls her eyes at the hopeless lesbian next to her who now looks at jihyo through her clear glass frames, desperate for an answer.

"that's myoui's cousin or something, she transferred here last week." jihyo answers.

"she's hot." jeongyeon says, still staring at you as you converse with mina. jeongyeon looks at you with heart eyes, "i'm gonna ask her out." she adds, determined. jihyo rolls her eyes once more.

jeongyeon gapes at you, she notes that your style is a more casual version of mina's. the gray sweatshirt that you wear fits loosely around your figure, and the navy sweatpants fit the same around your legs too. the shoes you wear are for lounging, something comfy—jeongyeon thinks they're some type of clog. the dark-haired basketball player notes that you're just barely taller than mina, maybe two or three centimeters taller than the school's ballet star, but not taller than yoo herself. she's into shorter girls; you're perfect.

you and mina have similar features: sharp jawlines, similar beauty marks/moles, hair, etc. though, you have some sharper features, and god... the thought of your eyes and lips might have her slipping up during practice.

the girl jeongyeon had been eyeing turns and makes eye contact with her for a split second. you slow down time during that split second, it seems as if ten have passed by before you turn back to your cousin. jeongyeon wishes that moment could've lasted an hour.

"you're being weird, i hate it." jihyo sighs.

"i need to know her name."

"didn't you bicker with myoui a lot? like hell she'd let you go near her cousin."

"we're 17, i'm not letting that smartass tell me who i can and can't date."

"whatever. stop being so gay it's disgusting and i hate you." jihyo groans, "and, class starts soon. let's go."

"you just want to see minatozaki you aren't any different from-"

jihyo pinches the hooper's ears, which makes the taller girl whine in discomfort. jihyo just sighs, "and we will see minatozaki whether you like it or not."

"why can you be gay but not me?"

"because i can. life is not fair, yoo."

jeongyeon groans.

jeongyeon almost collapses when she sees you walk through the door, jihyo rolls her eyes again and thinks that her eyes might fall out by the end of the day if you continue to be within jeongyeon's field of vision.

the class quiets down and mr. choi pushes his glasses up, then brushes his flat hair back with his fingers.

"listen, you're all old enough so i'll make this short. we have a new student, her name is myoui y/n. treat her with the same respect as you would with your other peers, and please make her feel welcome." he introduces.

"hi. i'm y/n, it's nice to meet you all." you greet, and your voice is like liquid gold, dripping with warmth and sweetness—jeongyeon wants a taste.

"jihyo i need her so bad."

"get a grip." park scolds, "you're gonna make me go insane by the end of the day."

you nod your head and smile awkwardly, making your way over to the empty seat next to the window; the desk is a seat up and to the left. you're sitting close enough for jeongyeon to admire the side of your face instead of paying attention in class.

jihyo's going to be in a deathbed by the end of the year—or month.

lunch is in session, you sit with mina and her friends: tzuyu, chaeyoung, and dahyun. the two shorter ones seem eager to get to know you, asking you all sorts of questions and comparing their schedules with yours. mina informs you that this is how they usually are, tzuyu snickers at their enthusiasm.

as lunch goes on, your gaze shifts over to a short, dark-haired girl with clear frames. she's talking to some girl with this particularly apparent bob, and another girl who's laughing so hard you can see the two bunny-like front teeth from the way she lights up. you also recognize the two other girls with longer hair: sana and momo—some of mina's other friends.

the girl with the glasses makes eye contact with you for a moment, and she smiles at you immediately, even adding a wink. nervousness washed over you like an uninviting wave, and you respond by redirecting your attention to your cousin who sits in front of you.

mina quirks a brow when your focus is suddenly drawn to an empty spot on the lunch table, curious at the sudden change in expression.

your cousin turns her head toward what, or who you were looking at.

"y/n,"

uh oh.

"yeah?"

"were you checking out yoo?" mina presses. her tone makes it seem like she has a dagger to your throat.

"what are you talking about?" your attempt at innocence fails.

"don't act stupid." mina sighs. "she's trouble, i've had too many bad encounters with her. i don't want you having any similar experiences with her either."

chaeyoung snickers at mina, "mina's just mad because yoo accdientally spilled milk on her once, and made her drop all her shit on the floor." chaeyoung explains, amused—it makes your cousin shoot a glare that has the shortest of the table shrinking in her seat.

you giggle to yourself and it calms the tension from the now moody mina; the thought of her having milk spilt all over is pretty entertaining.

"just watch out okay? she's just... i don't know, be careful with her she's kind of strange and might be trouble; and her low iq might rub off on you." mina groans.

you laugh at her words—yoo jeongyeon seems interesting.

yoo jeongyeon seems to have bad luck with the myoui family.

two weeks after you catch her eye, you're in the gym helping out the student council by putting posters up with chaeyoung. the shorter girl had convinced you that it would be fun, and she practically begged you to since everyone else was busy.

the tape that you had on the tip of your finger was taken off your skin to put on the edge of a large, white poster for the student council. you're busy holding the other side of the paper for chaeyoung while she grabs some more tape rolls since you had run out, so your attention was focused on the phone in your hands as you waited.

the last thing you had heard was "watch out!"

but it was too late.

it all happened so quickly, but you remembered everything.

the basketball hits you in the head and the force from it even has you making contact with the wall beside you. the pain is sharp and has you falling to the ground, clutching your head as your eyes water.

there are a couple of gasps and you even hear a muffled "jeongyeon!" while your eyes are shut.

a few seconds after the collision, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a rushed sequence of words.

"oh my god are you okay? fuck... i'm so sorry, how many fingers am i holding up? can you see?" jeongyeon asks, worried and filled with guilt. the shooting guard had made a quick, sharp pass—which would've been great in an actual game, but the timing was terrible and it just had to hit you.

"could you not-" you start, but you clutch your aching head at the sudden pain that hits you. "fuck," you groan, "could you watch it next time?"

"i'm sorry, really. i didn't mean to, it was an accident-"

you're in a terrible mood now (the myoui cousins seem to have moodswings in common,) and you're even more agitated from the overwhelming amount of words and apologies from jeongyeon.

"accidents can hurt, you know." you grumble, glaring at her with a hand still on your head.

jeongyeon winces, feeling like she'd just embarrassed herself in front of the one girl she's been eyeing.

"sorry, let me take you to the nurse." the shooting guard says, offering a hand—which you take with irritation.

"i'm jeongyeon by the way, i think we have biology together." she says, trying to break the awkward silence that stretches while you two walk down the hall.

you turn to her with an intimidating gaze, it's scary and has jeongyeon avoiding eye contact. as much as you'd like to spark a conversation with her, your skull hurts and the more you listen to her voice makes you ache more.

"you're myoui's cousin, right?"

"why do you ask?"

"um, just curious."

"i heard you spilled milk on her too." and you almost giggle, "you're not good with first impressions, huh?"

you notice jeongyeons slightly flustered demeanor and despite your irritation, you find yourself intrigued at this new facade. it's almost cute, almost.

"it's just a little bump, it'll probably be a bruise though." ms. lee explains casually, "at least it's not a concussion—some ice should help with the swelling."

you grumble as you accept the ice pack. "thanks."

ms. lee smiles at you then nods, "let me know if it troubles you anymore."

you nod back.

when you get up and turn towards the door, you notice jeongyeon leaning against the frame of it. she leans awkwardly against the door, looks like guilt painted her expression—almost like a somber portrait—it’s like each brushstroke reminded her of the stupid slip-up from earlier.

her face softens before she apologizes again. "i'm really sorry y/n."

"you better be." you respond. "my head feels like it got in a fight with your basketball."

jeongyeon tries to hide the small smile that tugs at her lips, she knows she shouldn't be amused, especially after giving you that noticeable bump and dark red mark—but your pout and adorable expression do not help. the tinge of annoyance in your voice was even cuter.

the smile fights back against jeongyeon and it's visible on her face now. "if it helps, i think you look lovely with that bump on your forehead."

"are you trying to flirt with the girl you nearly concussed?" you respond in disbelief, but a (very soft) blush creeps up your cheeks from the unexpected compliment.

"can't help it when you look like that." jeongyeon smiles, and her attempt at easing the tension works (to her surprise.)

as much as you want to argue and be stubborn with her, you're too busy fighting back that smile from seeing that stupid smirk on her lips and hearing her teasing tone.

"you're unbelievable."

you think jeongyeon is an idiot, a stupid idiot with a stupidly annoying (and particularly lovely) face.

you find out that jeongyeon is certainly an idiot.

a month after that painful encounter with the shooting guard, you're pulled aside by your biology teacher after class. it's frightening, you wonder if you had done something wrong and it makes your thumb scratch at the side of your fingers.

"did i do anything wrong mr. choi?" you ask worriedly, since it's been what, almost three months? since you've even been at this new school, and you're not trying to ruin your reputation this early into your transfer.

mr. choi simply shakes his head, still facing the laptop in front of him—his dark hair stays slicked in place as he does so.

"not at all; actually, i called you here because you're one of my best students, really." he explains, turning to face you. "you've been here for only a bit, but your grades are at the top of the class."

the worry that had been sitting on your shoulders brushes off—you let out a sigh of relief.

"i see, thank you." you respond, "so what did you need?"

"since you're so proficient in this class, i wanted to ask if you were willing to tutor one of the students thats," he pauses, his shoulders seem to sink just barely. "-not so knowledgeable."

mr. choi uses the word "ask," but it sounds more like a demand, almost as if you couldn't say no despite the softness of his deep voice. you tilt your head and look at him with creased brows.

"um, okay?"

he sighs, pushing his black glasses up.

"it's yoo, she's been... slacking."

oh.

"and you want me to... tutor her?"

"please." mr. choi sighs. he leans back in his seat and starts pinching the bridge of his nose, disappointment etched lines on his face. "she's one of the most significant players on the basketball team, and they're pretty deep into the season."

"and that has to do with what?" you question, thinking about your distressing experience with basketballs.

"if she continues to perform so poorly in this class, she'll be benched from the team."

"mr. choi, i get that you want to help one of your students, but i have my own things to do and i need that free time to-"

"y/n," he starts, "i'm the assistant coach, you know. she's not just a student, but she's also one of my players."

the expression that flickers across your face is one of surprise—he did not look like the type to coach in his free time, maybe one to do crosswords or something like that—but coaching girl's basketball? crazy.

"mr. choi, i get that you know, she's an important player and whatnot but how would this benefit me?"

"it'll look really good on your record and also, i'll give you service hours for it, even double. to add onto that, i can write a damn good recommendation letter for when you need it."

shit that's a good deal.

you think to yourself for a moment; do you really want to tutor that idiot?

another sigh leaves your lips.

"okay."

"great, i've already told jeongyeon that you'd do it anyway. i told her to meet you in the library afterschool." he smiles, the lost hope seems to return to his eyes and his shoulders lift back. you look at him in disbelief.

"what?"

you walk into the library with a groan.

as you scan the room, you notice a few students who occupy tables and chat with each other, some even pass around notebooks, and some laugh with one another. some students are browsing through the library, you spot that smart kid hyunseok from your math class in the science fiction section.

your gaze lands on a familiar classmate, the same one who had nearly concussed you.

jeongyeon sits back in the chair, leaning back—almost lounging in her seat. she has her head angled down and it's evident that she's on her phone. in front of her there are some papers, a folder, and a light blue notebook; you wonder if there's even anything knowledgeable written in it.

when you set your bag down on one of the four chairs at the table, jeongyeon looks up at you and turns off her phone. a small grin spreads across her face once her; the mischievous curve of her lips altered her face into a playful canvas of delight. she looks more than happy to see you.

"y/n!" she beams with optimism.

"jeongyeon." you sigh, rolling your eyes.

"i'm glad i have such a pretty tutor." she says, resting her chin on her palm. she's already flirting, you think to youself (but you can't lie, the compliment catches you off guard and almost makes you grin.)

"i'm not here so you can flirt with me for an hour," you say sternly, "i would be home right now, but mr. choi is making me help you out so you can throw basketballs around."

"hey, the more i practice the less chance of hitting you again?" jeongyeon tries—you narrow your eyes and jeongyeon sinks in her seat like a sad puppy who had just been denied a treat.

session one of many goes well to your surprise.

it takes a moment for jeongyeon to actually focus, and it takes a few reminders that she's here to study and not stare at your face for an hour—you'd never admit it but fuck it had you flustered that she had heart eyes for you, so you had to keep her in check just for the sake of yourself.

jeongyeon is surprisingly competent once she had locked in for a bit. you were baffled that she even asked questions, that she tried to learn—but i mean, she had to if she wanted to continue to make spectators scream from the swish of a net.

"that's it for the first part of unit three, is there anything else that you wanted to know?"

"are you single?"she asks--you look at her blankly. jeongyeon just smiles at you with puppy eyes, theres a hint of mischief in her look too.

"review what we learned, we have a couple weeks before the unit test." you sigh, putting your papers in your bag and zipping it up. "let's meet every tuesday and thursday, okay?"

"whatever you say myoui." she adds with a wink, picking up the heavy-looking bag with ease (it almost impresses you.)

the two of you walk in the same direction towards the exit of the library, and jeongyeon decides to make one last little remark.

"you never answered my question."

"it's not biology related."

"you're no fun." jeongyeon says, pouting as she holds onto the strap of her backpack.

you smile without realizing it and curse yourself out mentally—jeongyeon seems to have warmed up to you. you roll your eyes at her and scoff playfully, turning around and walking towards the main entrance.

"see you thursday y/n!" the basketball player says all cheery.

you don't fight back the grin that spreads across your face.

session three.

it's similar to last time, though jeongyeon is much more focused. her eyes seemed to narrow like a camera lense zooming in on something as you explained a certain concept or pulled out some sort of diagram. she listened attentively to whatever vocabulary you were defining, she even took highlighted (but messy) notes.

every now and then your eyes would land on her concentrated expression as she took notes, and the way she stuck her tongue out while writing a small note down was something that threatened your lips to curve up a bit.

jeongyeon looks up at one point and you two make eye contact—you quickly look away when it happens—your heart skips a beat.

"do you have anything you want me to clarify?" you ask at the end of the session. jeongyeon skims through her notes and shakes her head,

"no, i don't think so."

"you sure? the quiz is next monday."

"yeah, i think i get it. i'll look through the notes if i forget anything."

"okay." you reply, and jeongyeon beams at you with pinched eyes and a toothy smile—it's contagious and you smile back bashfully.

session four.

for the first time since your sessions started, you're at the library first.

there's an empty spot across from you, no stupidly flirtatious shooting guard to light up when you're in her field of vision, no flattering comments—just the two unoccupied seats in front of you. the though of jeongyeon ditching you crosses your mind, and it hurts your heart a bit—you have no clue why.

a few moments later you hear someone shouting your name from across the library.

"y/n! y/n! holy shit look!" jeongyeon says, rushing over with a paper in her hand.

the librarian glares at the basketball player and puts a finger to her lips, shushing her aggressively. it makes you laugh.

jeongyeon slams the paper down on the desk and her toothy-grin is like a beacon of light that almost blinds your eyes—you'd stare at it until your vision goes all hazy. she pushes the paper towards you and you eye her with a brow raised.

"what's this?" you say.

"just look." she says proudly. a small laugh escapes you and you scan the paper and look at her name written in messy handwriting, and on the paper it has a score that makes your eyes widen—you have to hold the paper closer to your face because you're in disbelief.

"a b+? jeongyeon oh my god-"

"i know right! choi even pulled me aside to congratulate me, he was proud of my work." she says, "but, he told me i have to keep it up and do well on the next homework assignments, quizzes, and tests before i can get more than thirty minutes of playing time." she frowns, her shoulders slump a little as she fixes herself in the seat across from you.

"you didn't think he'd let you off the hook that easily did you?" you scoff at her naivety, "he's not that easy-going."

"whatever whatever. anyway, he said that you did a good job teaching me." jeongyeon adds, "thanks y/n."

you smile at the comment and look up to her smiling ear to ear.

"thanks jeongyeon." you reply, "i'm proud of you i guess." and jeongyeon laughs at your response.

"you have a pretty smile, i wish you'd smile around me more."

your heart almost jumps out your chest when she says that, there's a warmth that spreads throughout your whole body and you feel flustered all of the sudden. jeongyeon smirks at your reaction.

"let's, uh, let's study for the test." you mumble, trying to compose yourself and steer the conversation away because you don't know if you can handle anymore of her compliments. "we have a test next class, so pay attention."

"whatever you say."

three more sessions pass, it's your seventh one with the flirty basketball player now.

her grade went from a c- to a b+ pretty quickly—all thanks to you.

the more sessions you have with her, the more jeongyeon seems to get through your stubborn facade, and she warms up to you, even sparking conversation that's not about biology here and there.

the more you spend time with her, the more you realize that shit, she's really fucking cute.

it starts off as a small thought, something in the back of your mind. Jeongyeon’s focus on you was felt distinctly alarming the more you realized how attractive she was—it almost had you fumbling over your words when you would explain certain terms and processes to her.

jeongyeon has this sparkle in her eyes whenever you ask her a question and she gets it right—it's adorable. she has these cute brown eyes that were like two adorable puppies, brimming with warmth and eagerness. (everything about jeongyeon reminded you of puppies, from her playful curiosity to her stupidly cute face.) not only that, but when she was around your worries seemed to fade and the atmosphere was comforting; it made you feel all tender and fuzzy inside.

there's a flare of pink on your face when she came back to you with a paper in her hand, the homework marked with the big red letter "a" that made her grin so proudly. at this point you realized that you were tutoring her not only for choi's little deal, but also to see her face after doing well in the class.

fuck.

"y/n."

"hm?"

"you've never answered my question." jeongyeon mutters. her eyes don't leave the notebook that she writes on, she's focused on the words that fill the page as she goes alon gwith her pencil.

"what question?" you ask, looking at her while you fiddle with a pencil.

"you know," she begins, her tone hints that she's plotting something—it has you on the edge of your seat. "you never answered me when i asked if you were single." she says, looking back up at you with a hint of hope in her eyes. a lump forms in your throat.

"i," you pause, avoiding her eyes that drill into your skull, eyes filled with curiousity, she needed an answer. "yeah."

jeongyeon smirks at your response, now she starts to resemble a sly fox with the cheeky expression that's carved into her features.

"can we make a deal?"

you stop fidgeting with your pencil and nod hesitantly.

"if i get an a on the next homework assignment, quiz, and test; will you go out with me?"

the question takes you by surprise and you feel your body go hot, you freeze in your place. jeongyeon smiles at you knowing that she's earned the unbeatable sight of your rosy cheeks, she tilts her head while waiting for a response. you bite your lip in an attempt to suppress the way your lips start to curve up, but jeongyeon notices anyway.

"so?"

"alright." you respond shyly, looking down at the desk to prevent yourself from growing even more flustered in front of the idiot that sits before you. "all a's, nothing less."

the shooting guard isn't focused on acing the class for choi's approval anymore, she's determined to take on thsi new academic challenge since you're the prize.

"mina, can i ask you something?" momo questions. mina hums in response without taking her eyes off the laptop in front of her, typing away but paying attention to what her friend wants to say.

"your cousin..." momo starts, "is she dating jeongyeon?"

mina takes her eyes off the laptop and her jaw widens slightly as she eyes momo.

"what?"

"god jeongyeon's been gushing about her so much, seems like they're dating."

dating?

"y/n has only ever told me about tutoring her, and she seemed annoyed about it."

"really? i saw them in the library last week and they seemed to be talking about something together; y/n looked pretty content." momo responds, a hint of smirk in her voice. mina looks at her dumbfounded, she knew you had been tutoring jeongyeon—but looking pleased around her? even after she knew how your first encounter with the basketball player had went? impossible.

"huh." mina mumbles. momo looks at the girl amused, laughing lightly at her simple response.

"even if they're not dating, y/n has jeongyeon under a spell, i swear." momo sighs, shaking her head. "jeongyeon skipped the past lunch to study." momo explains, even raising her brow to emphasize her own disbelief. she shakes her head and takes a sip from the cup of coffee in front of her, "i mean, at least jeongyeon is studious now? whatever your cousin is doing it's working."

"hm." mina hums, puzzled.

mina comes over for dinner and you're a little confused as to why, but she's your cousin so does it really matter?

you find out her true intentions once you two settle in your room.

mina's sitting on your office chair, spinning herself side to side by moving her foot against the ground lightly. you're on the bed, lounging and reading something for your history class, sighing every now and then due to your annoyance. mina's on her phone and it's silent for a bit until she starts to speak,

"you and jeongyeon, momo told me you've been getting close." she mumbles, eyeing you. the expression on your face is priceless: a mix of surprise and bashfulness. you look up at her with a tense jaw and avoid eye contact—you feel terribly nervous for no reason—her gaze is nerve racking.

"um, kind of." you say. mina's gaze was comparable to a towering mountain, and you felt like a mere pebble in her shadow.

mina turns off her phone and sits down next to you on her bed. "i'm not your parent, i don't know why you look so scared dumbass." she sighs, "i don't really care if you're dating her, as long as you're happy you know?"

"we're not dating-"

"we're cousins, you don't have to lie-"

"no i'm serious, we're not dating." you explain, but you pause for a moment when you remember the deal you made with jeongyeon. "ok well we might."

"what do you mean might?" mina questions, looking at you with a newfound curiousity in her eyes. you put the book down and find that you're probably not going to be able to finish this reading, so you might as well just stop for the night. you sit up and it feels like a sleepover, a girls night—it cleared the nervousness flowing in you as well as the tension in the air from mina's unrivaled glare.

"we made a little deal," you start, "if she aces the next quiz and test, then she gets to take me out."

mina covers her mouth from your explanation, leaning closer to you with raised brows. you're giggling and blushing just from thinking about it, and it's so ridiculous that you feel like a teenage girl in some romcom movie (you love it, though.)

"and if she doesn't ace her quiz and test?"

"i hadn't thought of that—but mina, she's doing really good! her grades went up like, two letters." you boast proudly. your cousin laughs at you and lays herself on the bed next to you, and you allow yourself to relax next to her while setting the history textbook on the table next to you.

"so you like her?" mina asks, turning to the side to face you.

you practically breathe out your response, as if your head were in the clouds.

"yeah."

a day before the test—24 hours before yoo jeongyeon takes the test that determines whether her cute tutor will go out with her.

determined would be an understatement, she's been studying her ass off and even getting enough sleep to let her brain marinate properly. she has to ace this.

jeongyeon slams the quiz with the bold "a" on the table aggressively, there's even a little note in red that reads "nice work yoo!" on the top right corner of the stapled papers.

you smile at her enthusiasm, it's cute.

"good job jeongyeon," you practically chuckle out as you pull out the notes that you plan to go over this session.

"one more y/n, one more," she smirks, looking at you and her eyes blazed with determination. she's going to take you out, no doubt. her expression was as cute as an eager, unwavering puppy, and confident tone made a soft, rosy glow unfurl across your cheeks.

"yeah, yeah. sit down, we have to go over this if you want to pass."

"i'll pass alright, ill ace it."

you giggle at her, she's even more appealing with every session.

"shit." you grumble, looking at the text from your mom that pops up on the screen of your phone.

jeongyeon stops what she's doing and looks at you with a raised brow, humming in a way that asks: what's wrong?

"my mom wants me home right now," you sigh, "we have to cut this session short." you add with a frown.

there's half an hour left of your session, and jeongyeon really wants to get everything down so she can be fully prepared for that damn mixed unit test. you look at her apologetically and rush to pull out your biology folder, skimming through the pages and handing it to her.

"you're giving me all the notes?" jeongyeon questions.

"you need it to ace that test don't you? i know the material like it's the back of my hand, just give it back to me tomorrow before class."

"you sure?"

"how are you going to take me out if you don't have the notes needed?" you respond. now it's jeongyeons turn to be flustered. you simply laugh at the astonishment that had been etched into her features.

as you turn to leave, a surge of boldness rushed through your body like an unexpected gust of wind, it sent tremors through your senses.

you're only a couple steps away from jeongyeon—who had redirected her attention on the material—but you make sure to get to her quickly to press a quick, gentle kiss on her cheek.

as your lips met her cheek, it was like a soft petal of a rose brushing against her skin, creating a ripple of shivers that woke up her senses. your quick peck was gentle, and so incredibly swift, but god it made jeongyeon feel all warm inside.

the shooting guards face is amusing, it transformed into a portrait of surprise—as if some sudden plot twist had unfolded amongst her emotions—and, to add on to that, her cheeks had a rosy flare. your action definitely took her by surprise.

she turns to face you—your face a couple of inches away from hers—and the smile on your lips gave her a stronger desire to ace that damn biology test.

your cheeks were flushed like a canvas painted to resemble a warm sunset, and you're equally as flustered but you manage to mumble something soft and sweet.

"see you tomorrow, good luck."

jeongyeon isn't able to think clearly, and she thinks you did this on purpose because it'll take a while to regain her composure and focus.

yoo jeongyeon finishes the test and she's terrified.

it was a multiple choice test, but ten out of forty questions had her a little mixed up, and that's not good for her. she had even gone over every important vocabulary word twice the night prior to the test day, and she even made her older sister quiz her. jeongyeon made sure to eat enough, sleep enough, and have herself ready for the test.

she's so desperate to feel your soft lips against her skin again, to get that brief whiff of your lavender fragrance when you're close again. yoo jeongyeon needs her score and she needs it immediately.

"y/n!" jeongyeon calls out to you in the middle of the empty hall. you turn around and she has the biggest smile you've ever seen on her face, stretching across her adorable face like a sunrise, but radiant as a beacon at the same time.

she runs towards you and almost trips over from the way she pays no attention to anything but you, completely disregarding her surroundings. she almost shoves the paper in your face, and you can't even read the fuzzy red ink that's on it because the paper is so up close and personal, completely blocking your field of vision.

when you scold her and grab the paper from her own hands, your eyes widen at the sight of the big, fat "a" on the paper. your gaze is back on her and shes grinning from ear to ear. you smile to yourself, biting your lip—and you feel a sudden spark in your chest that seems to turn into a wildfire—it makes your heart race and your cheeks burn.

"it's a friday, i have no practice, and i think that should be perfect for us."

"you're eager huh." you roll your eyes at her, trying to keep your cool even though you're burning up from her direct desire for you.

"let's go." jeongyeon beams.

with a touch that's both gentle and firm, she takes your hand and sweeps you away towards the exit like a leaf caught in an eager gust of wind. you laugh at her and match her rushed pace as she rushes out the door.

the two of you find yourselves at some fair nearby, jeongyeon seemed to have everything planned out already.

she had paid for the transit tickets to the area, one which you had never been to or even heard of before even though it's a fifteen-minute bus ride away from the school. when you question how she knows about this fair and if she's ever been; she simply explains that her team used to go there all the time and that she's been wanting to take a pretty girl out there. the last part makes you blush.

her hand rarely leaves yours, it's always holding it softly—yet firmly—as she guides you through the lively, bright fair.

jeongyeon leads you towards multiple midways that have games to play and prizes for her to win for you.

the first stop is some game where you aim a gun that shoots out water in a sharp streak to hit targets with a sharp thwack—and the more targets you hit: the better the prize is. the two of you tackle this game individually, making it a small competition at first to see who can get more points, it's heartwarming and makes you two laugh uncontrollably.

jeongyeon ends up getting more points and boasts about it, but makes sure to make up for her playful remarks by winning a couple lollipops for you. it makes you look away from her shyly and you even share one of the five lollipops she had given you.

the next game is one that requires precision and focus, as well as some power.

there's a variety of balloons that fill the board in front of you, and you're given five darts. if you use all five darts and each one hits a balloon; then you win a small stuffed animal. the two of you watch each other with anticipation as you take turns throwing the darts, making sure to trade your tickets so that both of you start off with five darts each.

jeongyeon throws her small dart first, it pops one of the small balloons and the basketball player balls her fist up in joy, exclaiming a loud "yes!" after doing so. you roll your eyes at her adorable little exclamation and pick up one of your own darts.

your eyes squint a little as they focus on one of the pink balloons, and you move your hand back and forth twice before actually throwing the dart, and it pops the balloon with a significantly loud pop.

"you're better than i thought, y/n."

"what's that supposed to mean?"

jeongyeon smirks at your response. "nothing." she says with a smug expression—it makes you punch her shoulder lightly, making the two of you laugh.

the two of you continue to walk around hand in hand as you stroll around the fair. cheeks red and a fuzzy, warm feeling spreading all throughout your bodies.

after getting some cotton candy to share and running around taking pictures of each other, the two of you find yourselves at the last game of the night.

jeongyeon had spot a certain fair game that certainly got her attention, it was her forte: basketball. she drags you when you're not paying attention and you let out a gasp in surprise from the sudden yank at your hand, you follow her though you don't fight back—it's as if she were an eager puppy yanking at a leash—your arm in this case.

"look at the prizes." jeongyeon says, mouth open in awe as she gazes at the large variety of stuffed animals hung up for display. there's a certain stuffed animal that catches her eye—she thinks you'd love it, and now she's determined to bag it for you.

she points at the cute, fluffy golden retriever stuffy and smiles with determination.

"i'm going to get you that one."

you chuckle at her adorable tone. "just don't concuss me when you shoot."

she rolls her eyes and gives four of her tickets to the worker, he hands her one of two basketballs in return.

you pull out your phone and start to record, jeongyeon turns to face the camera and smiles brightly, her toothy grin almost rivaling the sun.

the shooting guard winks at the camera and says, "this one's for you." then shoots.

the basketball flies up into the air and curves at an angle—it looks like it'll actually make it, but it doesn't. you laugh so hard it's almost concerning.

your laughter erupts like a volcano—you're practically cackling. you laugh until your cheeks ache from smiling so much, and your eyes are glistening from the tears that seem to form in your eyes. to add on to that, your stomach feels like it's been hit by a bus from the way it tenses up from each loud cackle—you wonder if you'll end up having a six pack by the end of the night. your camera captures every single sound and expression on jeongyeon's face.

she narrows her eyes at you, glaring playfully while you're unable to form words and there's another lighthearted pout that's thrown in your direction.

"stop that!" she groans, watching as you wipe a tear from one of your eyes.

"i thought you were good at basketball? what happened to 'star player yoo jeongyeon?'" you joke, making her stick out her tongue.

"it's rigged." she says, rolling her eyes. you continue to laugh uncontrollably from her tone.

jeongyeon sighs, redirecting her attention on the basketball in her skilled hands and the hoop in front of her. she squints her eyes a little, then shoots the basketball with perfect form and precision.

the swish makes her grin confidently, and she punches her clenched fists up, yelping a "yes!"

you roll your eyes and smile as the worker hands her the stuffed animal she had been set on winning, and the toothy grin that's on her face is one you could stare at forever—one that could rival a paintings beauty and charm.

"you actually did it." you tease, and she just rolls her eyes as she hands you the stuffed animal.

"of course i did, told you 'this one's for you'" she beams, "i'm on the basketball team for a reason."

"after that first shot i think you should reconsider-"

"shut up!" she groans and her cute response makes you laugh again—it hurts your core a bit, and it reminds you that the video of her missing is a video you'll be watching until you fall asleep tonight.

the night ends too quickly, to your dismay.

it's really cliché: jeongyeon walks you home with her hand holding yours, both of you smiling and giggling while conversing over something small.

when you two reach your front door and your foot lands on the welcome mat—jeongyeon's heart breaks a little bit.

you smile at her with a slight sadness in your eyes, wishing everything lasted just a bit longer because you don't remember the last time you've let yourself loose around someone like that.

"i had a lot of fun jeongyeon." you say with a new softness in your tone and eyes.

jeongyeon almost frowns. "me too."

"you know," you start, deciding to stall a bit before you actually have to leave. "if you didn't ace that test… i would've still went out with you."

"seriously?"

"jeongyeon," you say, amused. "a test wasn't the reason i went out with you. i like you, a lot."

"i like you too." jeongyeon says, grins stupidly and your cheeks start to burn at her precious smile. she looks at you with a sudden hint of disappointment and longing in her eyes, then speaks again. "i'll let you get back inside, it's pretty late and you know, it's been a long day."

not long enough.

"yeah." you respond sadly. "goodnight jeongyeon."

"night, pretty." she says adorably, and you scoff playfully at her stupid (-ly cute) flirting.

jeongyeon turns and starts to walk down the sidewalk that leads to your house, and the keys in your hand go into the lock of your door and turn, unlocking it and you turn at the knob—but you don't open the door just yet—instead, turning around.

"wait," you call out to jeongyeon—who pauses in her place, then pivots 180 degrees to gaze into our eyes, one of her brows raises as you walk up to her hurriedly.

"hm?" she hums in confusion, looking at you as the new, sheepish expression takes over your face.

your lips meet hers and it takes her by surprise,—but she places her hand on your cheek gently and reciprocates—jeongyeon knew your lips were soft, especially from the way you had kissed her cheek at the end of that one study session, but god they felt even better on her lips.

there's an electric thrill that runs like a current through her body, and it's absolutely unreal.

you pull away and your lips linger a little, jeongyeon feels like her heart might leap out her chest from the way it's running marathons. you're unable to contain the smile that spreads across your lips after you pull away fully—neither can jeongyeon.

the two of you stare at each other shyly, both feeling so incredibly flustered from your bold action.

"um, i'll get going. night jeongyeon." you mutter hurriedly, turning away quickly.

jeongyeon is incapable of forming words as you walk back to the front door and push it open, looking back at her with rosy cheeks and an amused grin.

"night…" she mumbles in astonishment, and you just giggle softly, closing the door.

jeongyeon's shot was aimed for your heart—and she made it.

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No Hard Feelings

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You, the girl everyone wants to be, the girl that every guy wants, the good girl, falls in love with cold, handsome, bad boy Jungkook, you know it's wrong, and one day, you make a bet to Jungkook that you can make him fall in love with you in 4 days.

Warnings: Fluff, angst (tiny weeny bit) smut, language, mentions of violence and death (death not with OC's) Jungkook smokes, Jungkook can kinda be a dickhead at some times (now onto the dirty part 😋) jungkook is rough, oral (f receiving) doggy, some pus-pus slaps and some booty slaps, unprotected sex (stay safe yall) OC'S are both seniors in high school but both 18, enjoy 💕

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You were getting ready in the mirror to go to a normal friday night high school party, you were putting the finishing touches of your makeup on, wearing a black dress with your hair down.

"____, you ready?" Karly asked while grabbing her purse. "Just finishing my lips, almost done." You said not looking away from the mirror. "Okay, well hurry up, don't wanna be late!" She said while walking out the door.

You finished and grabbed your purse, getting into the car, driving to drunk teenagers, the smell of sex and drugs, and stupid activities. You and Karly finally arrived, music was blasting through-out the house, the smell of beer hitting your nostrils almost instantly, but what caught your attention the most, was him.

Him...Jeon Jungkook, the bad boy, who skips classes, smokes inside the bathrooms, and fucks around with girls to end up breaking their hearts. You gulped when you saw him in his leather jacket with black skinny jeans and black boots, his right arm tatted all the way up, from his shoulder to his long fingers you wanted in you so badly.

"Girl, you okay?" Karly asked while putting her end on your shoulder. "Yeah, im fine." You said looking away while smiling at her "Come on, let's get a drink." She said while grabbing your hand, leading you through the crowd.

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Fuck, by this point you lost your mind, the room was spinning, what's your name again? Whatever.

The taste of alcohol still running in your mouth, your feet and legs felt wobbly, like you were going to fall any moment, Karly probably left real quick to see her boyfriend, so here you are, in the crowd alone.

You walked trying to find any place to sit down, your hand on your head, bouncing from wall to wall, until what you bounced on suddenly didn't feel like a wall, it felt firm, warm, and it smelled like fresh cologne, the best kind.

"Well, if it isn't little miss perfect, well, not so perfect right now..." You froze hearing that voice, fuck. It couldn't be...right? You looked up and saw him, oh no.

"Woah, you look fucked, how much did you drink tonight?" He asked holding onto your arms to keep you in place from falling. You put your fingers up counting, and you put 10 fingers up atleast twice. "M-maybe like *hic* 3 or something." You said while licking your lips. "You definitely had way more than 3, where's your friend?" He asked looking around. "I-I have no i-idea *hic*" You felt weightless and leaned into his chest, seeking the closest thing to comfort.

"We need to get you home before you strip on the table, let's go." He said looking at you, observing your drunk state. As soon as you tried to walk, bam. You fell. He sighed and picked you up bridal style, taking you into his car. "____, I need your help. You have to try and tell me where you live so I can take you home." He said after buckling you in the passenger seat. "Uhhhhh, some apartment right by the small convenience store." You said eyes closed. He sighed taking his head in his hands. "This might take awhile." He said while starting the engine.

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"Ok, up the stairs we go, one foot at a time." He said while trying to help you up, finally reaching the door. "____, give me your keys." He had his hand out, waiting. You rummaged through your purse trying to find that thing. "H-here" You put the key in his hand so he could unlock the door. "Lets get you to bed." He said still holding you. He plopped you down on your soft bed, laying you down on your back.

"I guess I need to wipe your makeup off..." He mumbled under his breath, he found a makeup wipe in your bathroom, ever so gently wiping your makeup off, and softly taking your heels off.

He stared at you for a few seconds, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Goodnight, pretty." He whispered before turning the lights off and locking your front door.

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You don't even remember what happened. You woke up with the biggest fucking headache and groaned, trying to sit up.

You rubbed your eyes, feeling your makeup has been taken off, and your heels placed beside your bed. Did Karly take you home last night?

Your phone was vibrating by your bed, messages spamming in from Karly.

KarlyFry: omg im so sorry, are you ok?? did u make it home safely???

Me: hey, im home, just woke up, do u remember what happened last night? you gave me to many drinks lol

KarlyFry: not really, i just remember a few things, making out with andrew lol, i remember seeing jungkook carry you out the door too which was crazy, i couldn't do anything about it tho, im sorry girl

Me: ?? jungkook? huh? what? jungkook was the one that took me home?

KarlyFry: ya i guess so, what a gentleman huh ;)

You blushed and smiled at your phone, biting your lip.

Me: Karly i gotta go, make sure to take ur hangover meds, love you

You put your phone down and kicked around on your bed, all giddy and happy. You just had to wait until monday to see him again.

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Monday came around, it was bright and early in the morning and Karly was picking you up for school, you still can't drive, both you and your other friend Namjoon suck at driving, but you aren't called the "God of destruction" Like he is.

"It's cold, huh?" Karly said while turning the heating on in her car. "It's fucking freezing." You said bundled in your jacket. "Lets go, I want to get to class early." You told her while buckling your belt.

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"Fuck, it's so cold in this room..." You tried to huddle up in your chair, your fingers feeling like they would get frostbite. All of a sudden, Jungkook came in and sat down on his assigned seat next to you.

You stared at him, thinking about what he did last night. "Jungkook." You said, trying to catch his attention. He just ignored you and closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

"Jungkook, I am talking to you!" You said a bit more louder. "Fuck, what?" He said sighing. "I was just wondering if it was you that brought me home last night..." You said the last part a bit more quiet. "Mmm, nope." he said while popping the P. "Oh come on Jungkook, I know it was you." You said raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms.

"Oh really? How do you know?" He said challenged. "I smelt like your cologne, you know, your cologne has a very specific smell, like, I don't know how to describe it." You said shrugging. "Okay...it's kind of weird how you know that." He said awkwardly. "I literally sit next to you everyday Jungkook." You said obviously.

"And that's not even the point, the point is I know that it was you." You exclaimed. He turned to face you fully. "Okay, so what if it was me? You were fucked up and could barely walk, I couldn't just leave you there." He scoffed. "Hmm, maybe you have a little crush on me huh?" You smirked a bit.

"A crush? Really ____? Crushes are for like- middle school girls and boys, I don't do that shit no more, and no I don't." He said. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you do, apparently a lot of boys here want me." You were teasing him a bit, seeing if it did something. "Well, not me." He turned away from you again. "You know, I bet I could make you love me in 4 days." You said in another teasing tone, but you were dead serious.

He looked at you challenged once again. "You have me...what's the catch?" He asked while raising an eyebrow. "There is no catch, it's just exactly what I said." You smiled.

"Do I get something if I fall in love with you or something? Love is for losers." He said. "Uhh, you get an amazing experience with me, and also love is a unique feeling and it isn't for losers, you just think that because you've never experienced it." You exclaimed.

"Okay, fine. 4 days. If you don't do it, i'll tell everyone about your little secret." He whispered the last part in your ear. "Bye, pretty." He said and got up to smoke outside.

What did I just do?

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Day 1

"Jungkook, look- I made lunch for you today." You said cheerfully.

"What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He said staring at it. "It's kimchi fried rice you idiot, try it." You said pushing the food towards him. He got some, cautiously putting it in his mouth.

"So, how is it?" You asked. "Wow...this is...surprisingly good." He said and took more bites. "Yeah, I know." You said flipping your hair behind your shoulder.

"You are a great cook, ____." He said smiling a bit. "Oh- is that a smile I see, Jungkook?" You teased. "No, my teeth hurt, that's it." He said sarcastically. "Whatever." You mumbled.

"Hey, ____? Thank you for the food."

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"How the fuck do you cook this without it burning?" He said frustrated. "Jungkook, calm down, here." You came behind him and guided his hands, teaching him how to cook. "Like this, see? Very gently, and while stiring pour in the sugar, very simple." You said softly, knowing he was actually frustrated.

His breathing was going quicker, and you noticed.

"Okay, thank you." He mumbled. "I'm going to take a smoke, wanna come?" He turned to face you. "Sure, just let me wash my hands." You said while turning the faucet on, he nodded and went outside, a couple minutes later you met him out.

You saw him leaning against the wall, inhaling the smoke while closing his eyes, blowing it out. "You know, I see why every guy wants you." He says while puffing out more smoke. "What do you mean?" You say watching him. "Your just like, girlfriend material, but what do I know about that right? Apparently all i've done is fucked around." He sadly chuckles. "You have done some shitty things, Jungkook- But you can still change." You said softly.

"Yeah, thanks ____." He smiled.

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Day 3

"____." His soft but manly voice reached your eyes, catching your attention. "Hm?" You said still focusing on your homework. "Will you help me with this math? This shit is so stupid." He groaned. "You get mad to easily." You giggled and sat beside him. "So you move this number over the 1, then divide that by the number under it." You explained, but he wasn't listening, what caught his attention was the little details on your face, taking it in, memorizing everything.

"Jungkook? Did you hear me?" You asked snapping your fingers. "Huh? What?" He snapped out of it. "I said what does it equal too." You asked pointing at the paper. "O-oh, uhm- 2" He said still trying to get out of the trance. "That's right, good job Jungkook." You smiled at him again. "Math is very hard for me too bec-" You started talking. "You're beautiful." He cut you off.

"I'm what?" You asked shocked. "I said you're beautiful." He said smiling softly. "O-oh, thank you." You shyly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Thank you." He whispered.

"Of course, Jungkook." You whispered back, smiling.

"No hard feelings right?" He asked looking in your eyes.

"No, no hard feelings." You smiled.

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Day 4

"Jungkook, why are you shaking so much?" You put your hand on his to calm him down. "I've just never actually been on a real date before, like a real one." He said kind of embarrassed. You giggled quietly, thinking it was cute.

"What's so funny?" He furrowed his brows. "Nothing, nothing, it's just kind of cute." You bit your bottom lip to contain your smile. He rolled his eyes, looking away, trying not to show he was smiling.

"Come on, let's go." He grabbed your hand and led you to the picnic blanket, some other couples were there but it only felt like you and Jungkook.

"Jungkook, did you do this all yourself?" You asked while looking around, seeing the food and candles. He nodded smiling. "How romantic." You teased.

You both were eating, sharing stories, talking about each other, he smoked a bit and you looked up at the stars, until he turned his attention to you, and layed on his back, right next to you.

"It's beautiful, isn't it? So many stars, so many specks in the sky, it's a beautiful galaxy we live in." You whispered. "Yeah...it is beautiful." He whispered looking up at the sky, until he looked at you, and you looked at him.

"I think...I think you won your part of the bet." He said looking in your eyes. "I think im in love with you, you are an amazing, beautiful person, there's no wonder why every guy wants you, I did want you, I wanted you so bad." He said "I want to be there no matter that happens, no matter what comes our way, as long as it's with you, you feel like my home, my life, my heart." He was serious, oh my- "Jungkook..." You said smiling, turning on your side to put your hand on his cheek.

"I love you too, silly. I was getting worried I wasn't doing enough to make you love me." You said laughing. "____, will you be my girl?" He asked holding your face. "Yes, I will Jungkook." You said, face flushed.

••••••••••••••••• "Well, thank you for the date." You whispered, body close to his. He didn't say anything, just looking at your face. "Please let me kiss you." He whispered. You nodded, automatically saying yes. He put both hands on your waist, and leaned in, with your hands around his neck.

Your lips met his, they were so soft, so pink, so kissable. The kiss got more intense when he tilted his head to the side to get better access.

He pulled out, being short of breath. "Do you maybe want to come in?" You asked him softly. "I thought you would never ask." He came in for another kiss, pushing you inside your apartment and slamming the door with his foot.

He kissed you all the way to your room, sitting on your bed and pulling you on his lap. Makeout still happening, tongues touching, spit connecting your lips. "I love your lips, I could kiss them all day." He groaned out.

You smiled and pulled his shirt over his head, touching his abs while kissing him. He slid your shirt off too, seeing your pink lacy bra. "You are so beautiful." He whispered and stared at your body. "Will you let me eat you out, lick your pussy so that you come all over my face and tongue?" He asked while slapping your ass.

"Fuck, yes, yes Jungkook." You said while sliding off your pants and panties. He slowly leaned forward, his hair tickling between your thighs, he gave your clit a gentle kiss, and give it kitten licks, he slowly dragged his tongue up and down your slit, progressively going faster. He closed his eyes as he got comfortable between your legs.

"Mhmm, yes Kookie..." You moaned out. "Kookie? Thats new." He smiled sexily. "Shut up and get back to work." You groaned, and he slapped your pussy, once, twice, thrice. "I'm the boss here, not you." He said growling. "Spread those pretty legs so I can finish eating your pretty cunt."

You listened, and moaned when he ate you out roughly, until you came all over his face and mouth.

"That was perfect." You smiled up at him. "Yeah? Will you let me fuck your tight cunt now?" He said licking his lips. "Yes, Kookie, please." You said gripping the sheets. "Fuck, face on pillow and on your knees. Now." He demanded once again.

You listened immediately, your cunt dripping, waiting for him to fill you up. He spread your ass so he can get a better look at you. "Such a pretty, pretty baby." He muttered. "I'm gonna slide in now, okay baby?" He asked, holding his cock, sliding the tip up and down your cunt, waiting for your response.

You nodded and gripped the sheets when he slid in, you both moaned loud, overwhelmed by the feeling. "Mmm, feels so good." He groaned. He moved his hips back and fourth, ripples on your ass every time his hips made contact with it, balls hitting your cunt.

"J-Jungkook-" You moaned. "I know, I know baby." He said growling out. He slapped your ass again "Such a beautiful girl, my pretty girl likes this huh?" He asked and gave you another slap. "Yes Jungkook, I love it so much!" Your voice muffled by the pillow.

"You close baby, I need to come soon." He said and started thrusting harder. "I-I need to come now-" You moaned out "Hold on baby, hold on." He said grabbing your hips harder, "Come on baby, throw it back on me, FUCK." He growled. Your legs shook as your orgasm him, you lost your vision and your body went numb to pleasure, you forgot who you were.

Jungkook looked so erotic when he came, his back arched, his head thrown back, jaw slacked and eyes closed with furrowed eyebrows, he moaned loudly when he came inside you.

He gently pulled out, breathing heavily, damp hair stuck to his forehead. "I really meant it when I said I love you, you are my whole world now, I won't let anything happen to you." He said still out of breath. You nodded, unable to speak but still smiled, seaking comfort by snuggling on his chest, under the light duvet.

"No hard feelings?" He still managed to ask

"No Jungkook, no hard feelings." You whispered, closing your eyes, drifting off in a wonderful dream, called him.

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my-my-my · 4 months

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may i request a scenario of aizen seducing his s/o 😳 thank you 💕

Sure! It's been a while since I wrote something remotely NSFW, so I feel a bit rusty. Timeline is vague, but it's female reader and Captain Aizen (and I miss him!).

The song that was the inspiration for this little drabble was Jupiter - Elliot Uppercut (Mr. Gonzo Remix).

Tags: @stygianoir

TW: NSFW: fingering. Relationship between reader and Aizen can be interpreted to an abuse-of-power situation, but I left it vague on what position reader is.

Every couple of decades, Lieutenants Sasakibe and Matsumoto liked to host a grand party in the world of the living as a celebration during peacetime. Their reasoning was that it was a “great learning experience” to see what mortals were doing, and not everyone liked to “celebrate” with a Japanese tea ceremony (that Captains Yamamoto and Unohana enjoyed planning). You chalked up that for Lieutenant Sasakibe, it was true that he wanted to know more about the mortals and what was considered “modern”, but you knew for Lieutenant Matsumoto, it was just an excuse to have fun and party. She didn’t need the reason of peacetime to throw one.

Every party differed depending on the whatever trends those in the living were experiencing. This was your second party, and you knew it was already different from the first. You remembered wearing a delicate kitsuke with floral motifs.

This time… you couldn’t believe your appearance. You were told to close your eyes as Lieutenant Matsumoto insisted on styling you for tonight’s party. Apparently, Lieutenant Ichimaru and her were in secrecy over something, but you weren’t sure of what.

You inched closer to the mirror, inspecting your face and you outfit. You had never, in your centuries as a Shinigami, worn anything like this. Lieutenant Matsumoto highlighted your eyes with glittery eyeshadow, while your lashes were accented with mascara, while a gold, sequin-covered mini dress hugged your body, with the final touches of bejewelled, black satin heels, adorning your feet. Your accessories were minimal, your hair styled in a way you weren’t familiar with, but you couldn’t help but blush – you looked good.

Lieutenant Matsumoto was also dressed in a similar fashion, her curvaceous figure being accented in her glittery mini dress. As Matsumoto inspected her appearance for any last-minute touch-ups, she grabbed your arm and chanting a quick spell to transport you both to the venue.

Bright, colourful lights, a ball covered in silver (was this what Lieutenant Matsumoto called a “disco ball”?), followed by pounding music.

The floor with the other party goers was changing colours to the beat of the music, as they danced their worries away. You recognized some captains and lieutenants at the bar, their outfits seemingly fitting with their personality.

Before you could ask Matsumoto what you should do, she ran off with Lieutenant Ichimaru. Sighing, you made your way to the edge of the dancefloor, watching your fellow colleagues dance away.

You couldn’t help yourself but hum to the song, gently swaying and moving to the rhythm. It was then you were tapped on your bare shoulder, startling you out of your reverie.

“I’m sorry to startle you – you looked like you should be on the floor and not on the sidelines” the man smiled. His brown hair slightly pushed back, a deep navy blue shirt that wasn’t buttoned fully all the way – leaving his bare chest exposed, tucked into black pants secured with a black belt with a gold buckle.

You stood there, blinking as to who it was, but as he smiled – you immediately recognized,

“Oh! Captain Aizen! I barely recognized you.” You answered. “I’m not used to seeing you without your glasses.”

“Yes – and it’s a first for me as well.” Aizen responded sheepishly. “I’m wearing what’s called ‘contact lenses’? They’re fairly new to the Realm of the Living and Sereitei.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you stared his face. Without his glasses, his eyes were sharp and intense, completely opposite to the gentle and kind voice he had.

“But back to my earlier comment – you should be on the dancefloor. You shouldn’t deny yourself from having fun, especially with how much time Lieutenant Matsumoto spent to throw this event.” Captain Aizen remarked as he looked over your body.

“I will if you will, Captain Aizen!” You laughed, as you pulled him with you.

The song changed to a more upbeat one and you felt your hips sway again, your body moving on its own to the rhythm. You smiled as your body moved to the music, closing your eyes as you let go. It was when you opened your eyes, when you noticed Captain Aizen smiling, but not moving.

You grabbed his hands again encouraged him to move his legs, motioning him to move them as you were. Once he followed the rhythm, you guided his arms. “You got this Captain Aizen!” You cheered as you danced along with him.

Soon the song shifted to a slower tempo, but you were too lost to the rhythm to notice. It was when you felt strong arms grip your waist, and a hard, warm body behind you, you stopped moving.

You jolted as you felt Captain Aizen’s breath near your ear, with him whispering, “keep going, you look divine tonight.” His deep voice flowing through your brain as if in a trance, and you picked up your pace again. You moved your body against him, as he started pulling you off dancefloor.

While the music was still as loud, you realized you were in a more secluded are of the venue. It was then Captain Aizen spun you around, pushing you softly to the wall. You both were panting, a thin layer of sweat between you two.

Captain Aizen’s cheeks were flushed, and you knew your face was no better.

“Do you know how many people were watching you tonight?” Captain Aizen asked you, closing the gap between both your bodies. “You’re a divine vision amongst these mere mortals.” He murmured, tracing your face with a finger.

“A beautiful goddess in all her glory” Aizen commented, as you felt your cheeks grow hot again. You weren’t used to such compliments, but you felt emboldened.

“What are you trying to say, Captain Aizen?” You asked, grabbing his silk shirt, bringing you face-to-face with him. You swallowed hard as you stared at his intense brown eyes, as they narrowed down to look at you again.

“Would a goddess give a private dance to a humble man?” Aizen asked, pushing his face to your neck, giving you a soft nip as his lips made their way to your ear. You gasped as he began to nibble at your lobe, while his arms traveled along your body, with gentle squeezes.

Aizen’s hands started to drift lower as your dress rose higher. You relaxed your body as his warm fingers gently massaged your inner thighs, slowly creeping to your dampening panties. You were getting slick from his ministrations, as began to kiss you. You fervently kissed him back, throwing your arms across his neck and widening your legs.

You felt one of Aizen’s fingers push the measly cloth of your underwear aside as he inserted one finger inside. You winced at the intrusion, but began to moan as Aizen thumbed your clit, rubbing it softly. You clenched his shirt as he began to push more fingers inside you, as you writhed and moaned against the wall.

Aizen smirked at the sight as you became undone by just his fingers – how would you feel around his cock if you were this tight around his fingers, he thought to himself. He pumped his fingers in you, as he pushed the straps of your dress down – nipping and biting your bare chest.

He could hear and feel you getting close – prompting him to pull away from you.

“What – please don’t stop!” You began to plead, as Aizen watched you with amusement in his eyes.

“My goddess, why don’t we go somewhere private – you did promise a humble man for a night of privacy.” Aizen grinned at your disheveled state – lips slightly swollen from his kisses, hardened nipples and thighs covered in your own slick. You nodded your headed eagerly, as you held on to his arm – leading you to a night of more feverish “dancing”.

Dress I was imagining for reader was this Pac Rabanne piece, paired with Manolo Blahnik's Hangisi 70 heels.

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chaoticm0therfvcker · 15 days

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Almond Cookie Headcanons

In game

It’s already canon that he buys multiple of the same shirts, but sometimes, he changes the style of shirt he wears. Sometimes it’s a different color like dark brown, light or dark blue, or even plaid, and sometimes he’ll wear long sleeves or a sweater vest over his shirt as opposed to his regular jacket

People go kind of crazy when he changes his look. They’re so used to his white polo + beige jacket look that any variation catches them off guard

He’s acquaintances with espresso cookie, who gives him cups of espresso whenever he needs them. He doesn’t have much time for coffee breaks, so having easy access to coffee on the go is vital to him

Because of this, he is a bit of a caffeine addict

He clipped his jacket to his suspenders so that it never falls off even though he never puts his arms through the sleeves

He has tried wearing a fedora before to look more like the detectives you see on TV. He didn’t like it

He’s a very reckless driver, running red lights and swerving around other cars on the street. It’s a miracle he hasn’t crashed into something yet

When he does get time to take a leisurely coffee break, he likes to sit back and enjoy a nice warm cup of black coffee with some nice biscotti to dip in the coffee

Since he tries to look very put together, he wears a lot of hair gel. His hair is more gel than hair at this point

Modern au

He is a lot younger than he looks. His constant stress has caused him to age prematurely

He loves dogs, and when he’s not doing detective work, he’s helping the police officers that he works with train police dogs

If his target that he’s investigating has kids, he’ll usually bring the kid to the office to hang out and calm down. He wants to make sure they’re safe since they’re typically the children of criminals

He’s had to replace the swivel chair at his desk several times from those kids getting a little to rowdy with it

He likes collecting mugs. It’s a very random thing that he picked up from how much he drinks coffee. Now, whenever he’s at a gift shop, he picks up a mug or two

Single dad of Walnut. No one knows who her mother is, but Almond is the best dad that he can be, and now he’s training her to become a detective, just like him. This was per her request, of course

Almond is a completely different person around Walnut. He goes from this no-nonsense, hardened detective to a bright and friendly middle-aged dad who will do whatever his kid wants if she uses her puppy dog eyes

Let me know if you guys have any other headcanons!

Taglist: @janayuga @katsunemillennium @trustymikh @cedric-my-beloved @c00kietin

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xoxo-susu · 4 months

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The ultimate guide to being coquette as a hijabi girlie

Being a coquette hijabi is so hard because so many of the key motifs (mini skirts/more revealing clothing, the literal meaning of the word, for example) go against what we believe in. But it's not impossible. So here are my personal favorite ways to be a coquette girlie without compromising my faith! (p.s thank you to @augusttheicedcoffeeaddict for reminding me to post this hehe ily)

Also!!! No hate to the coquette girlies who do wear mini skirts etc.

The white maxi skirt 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Mini skirts are a staple in so many coquette outfits and so many people will try to make you think maxi skirts aren't cute but they're just haters. A cute sweater + a pleated or tiered white maxi skirt + some crafty layering has been such a lifesaving formula for me. Blouses work great for this too. And the things you can put on top of a white maxi skirt are endless. Pretty blouses, mini dresses, sweaters, sweatshirts, even cute tshirts with long sleeved shirts underneath. Same goes for denim skirts. I'm looking for one right now and I can't find any I like, but once I do I'll be unstoppable.

Bowssss 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Bows. Bows are THE coquette accessory. And, thank god, you don't have to wear a mini skirt to wear bows!

Put them on literally everything. If you want to put them on your hijab, you can use a safety pin to put it on the back of your head, or you could do what I usually do, which is put them in my hijab pins. Depending on the size you can make it as subtle as you want. I have a pinterest tutorial here. (The pic on the left is me!)

Heart shaped sunglasses 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Another coquette/vintage americana staple you can wear!

Berets 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Same thing!

Fuzzy white earmuffs 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

These are SOSOSO perfect for winter. (pic on the left is me again heh)

At home 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

So far, this has all been stuff just in the context of going out in public. At home, I highly recommend doing you hair in a coquette way and wearing things you can only have on in front of family. It's such a confidence booster. It's a bit of effort but it's so so worth it!

Her bedroom is the window into the girl's soul 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

The coquette aesthetic is way more than just the clothes and hair. So if you really want to feel coquette, try and make your room as coquette as possible. Put up some coquette posters on your wall. A lot of coquette posters are haramcore and some people don't like putting up faces on their wall, so here are some really cute pics for inspo :3

What's in your bag? 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Purses can make or break a good outfit. My biggest tip is to match them to your hijab. It pulls it all together. The last thing you want is for your hijab to feel like it's clashing with the rest of the outfit.

What's inside is important too! Inner beauty isn't just for living things. Keep whatever essentials you already have, plus lipgloss, a compact mirror bc no one's out here trying to have a bad hijab day, and a little bit of ribbon. Trust me about the ribbon.

Shoes!!! 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Please don't wear a super cute coquette outfit and then wear tennis shoes. Just don't. Mary janes, Doc M's, and ballet flats are all really good choices.

Ik I probably sound like I'm obsessing over tiny things, but you kinda have to bc when you're breaking the mold every little thing matters.

Lastly <3 🦢˚✧𓂃🩰 ໒꒱ ⋆ ˚ ⊹

Last but not least, do not ever ever let people make fun of you. If you're a hijabi coquette girlie, you probably have some form of a muslim community, and they probably won't dress in your style. That was my case, and when I first started wearing mary janes and lace gloves I got SO made fun of. Not from the adults, but from my friends. One girl called my mary janes dorky and said they annoyed her every time she saw them. I think she expected me to laugh, but you just have to keep a straight face and say to their face that you thought that was rude. She never called me dorky again 🤷‍♀️

Take this post as a reminder that you can stay true to your faith while looking fabulous. If you have any questions pls pls feel free to ask anything. Ily all honeys, bye ♡

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mirukosbitchywife · 1 year

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bnha pro heros with a vigilante s/o

aizawa, hawks, midnight, fatgum, miruko

vigilante reader is a pretty tame vigilante they pretty much just do heroic deeds but without a license so no one really cares much since ur not hurting anyone besides some bumps and scrapes, probably ooc? idk this is how i see them, not proofreading so if it sucks my bad, no warnings for anything i don't think, it's just fluff

midnight/nemuri:

-honestly you're probably not even the first vigilante she's dated, if there's one thing nemuri is gonna do it's whatever the fuck she wants lmao

-she's def the type of person to be like rules are meant to be broken

-nemuri prefers working night shifts even when not working at ua so she can force you to take a break when she takes hers and she always packs you food <3

-she also prefers night shifts so you both can protect each other, shadowing one another in case one of you gets over your heads, the other one never being too far

miruko/rumi:

-is so aggressively supportive of the vigilante thing she'd see you out beating the shit out of a villain and be like BEAT THEIR ASS BABE GET EM

-insists on you training with her. if you want to be a vigilante you gotta be in shape enough to go toe to toe with the number 5 pro hero

-absolutely kicks your ass in training but it's okay bc she gives you kisses every time you pin her <3

-has a sixth sense for when you're in trouble, so if you're ever in over your head in the same city as her ur opponent better start praying

-y'all's end of day routine always starts with rumi ranting about her day while you cook dinner for the both of you, then it's your turn to rant while she cleans the dishes after dinner

hawks/keigo:

-basically. even as the number two hero he's no snitch and in fact really respects what you do. you guys probably met trying to save the same civilian or something and hit it off immediately

-probably also insists on training you but most of your spars end up in making out because he has no self control when it comes to you but you're not complaining

fatgum/taishiro:

-taishiro is just That Guy yk u guys probably met because he picked you up by your scruff during a fight you were losing and he jumped in all heroic like *swoons*

-guys got a heart proportional to the rest of him how could you not do anything for him he's sunshine personified. if he said jump you'd ask how high he's just got that affect

eraserhead/shouta:

-same shit different day yeah? he probably mostly has vigilante friends if we're honest (aside from hizashi and nemuri of course)

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