#they then proceeded to tell me that I should not be mad about X

[nonbinary-octopus]

oops I started thinking about a frustrating event from highschool and spiraled into anger again :/

#original #the initial event was fairly minor and I probably would not have remembered it this long if not for the incredibly frustrating conversation #that ensued when I complained about it tonmy sunday school teachers #there were two things that had happened and which were inextricably intertwined. X was mildly irritating and Y I was somewhat mad about #they then proceeded to tell me that I should not be mad about X #and no matter how many times I insisted that I didn't CARE about X; I was mad about *Y* #they just kept saying that I shouldn't be mad about X #(honestly I'm also annoyed about how they kept insisting on that. #Like. 'you shouldn't be upset about X; it's gonna happen more times in your life and you're gonna have to get used to it' #is incredibly dismissive and if I'd actually been upset about X I would've been pissed with that response for that reason #) #but I was and still am pissed that I kept telling them that I was mad about *Y* not X and they just kept addressing X #come to think of it I don't think they even acknowledged Y at all let alone my righteous anger over it #... writing out these tags is not helping with the spiraling I think #I came up with an analogy/metaphor/parable that might've helped to make my point #and am now also angry that I can't go back in time and make them listen to it and see if it would make them understand

[imbored1201]

Hello may I request teen lionesses reader who is very naughty off the field but an amazing player on the pitch and Leah always has to deal with her ..the reader also plays for barca.thabk you

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Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Lionesses x Teen Reader

It was her first camp back, and all Leah wished for was for you to be on your best behavior. She should have known that was never going to happen. She had even gotten a warning from Lucy and Keira that you were acting out more than usual. Lucy and Keira always got the front row seats to your actions. 

She had a whole folder of videos Lucy took of you apologizing for your actions. Then a bunch of messages from Alexia, telling her everything you did. She knew you were taking advantage of the fact that you wouldn’t be seeing her for a very long time. Millie mostly ignored your mischief, just warning you to leave her and Rachel alone. 

Sarina let you have your fun as long as you weren’t causing drama or physical harm. Overall, your little pranks weren’t harmful; Alessia and Toone did tend to be overly dramatic when you pranked them. When you dumped water on Ella, she acted like she was being burned alive. 

————

"Give it back," Leah sighed, hearing Alessia's yells. "Y/N, give it back!" She yelled, not even bothering to get up and check what was going on. She heard more giggling, and soon you were jumping on her lap. 

"Stop being mean to Alessia," Leah scolded. "I didn't do anything; she's a baby." You smiled at the look she gave you. You loved getting a reaction out of Leah. 

“Y/N, behave. Do I need to get Alexia to give you another talk?” "No,” you mumbled, giving back the phone. 

“Lessi never wants to hang out with me." Leah rolled her eyes. She knew it was just an act to make yourself look innocent. “Maybe stop messing with her and hang out with her like a normal person,” you hummed, starting to think of a plan. “Okay” 

————

You smiled to yourself as you knocked on Alessia’s door. You somehow convinced Sarina to tell you.

“Why are you here?” You quickly pushed your way inside, jumping on her bed. “Please. What do you want from me?” You ignored her, grabbing the controller to find a good movie. 

“Please text Leah and tell her I’m with you,” she shook her head, storming outside. “Leah!” You groaned and chased after her, tackling her. 

“I want to watch movies with you,” she huffed, pushing you off her. “You're not up to anything?” You looked her straight in the eyes and shook your head. 

“Fine, but one little move, and I’m calling Leah.” You shrugged and went back inside to watch TV, watching as Less ignored your presence and only paid attention to her phone. 

“I forgot my phone,” you told her. She looked up at you for a second, then back to her phone. “Then go get it." “I’m not allowed to be awake at this time; Leah is already going to be mad that I came here without telling her.” 

“Right, it's your bedtime. Child,” you huffed, snatching her phone away. “Y/N, I swear." “Please get my phone,” she sighed, and got up. 

"Oh, and can you also go get snacks? I heard Lotte convince the lady at the front desk to hide a bunch for her.” “Are you serious?” You nodded and smiled at the way Lessi’s eyes lit up. 

“Just tell her Lotte asked you to get some for a movie night." Alessia nodded, quickly leaving the room to get everything over with. 

————

The password was easy. It was just her birthday. You went to Tooney’s contact, getting into the photos section. You knew about the little war they had going on during the United Days. 

You giggled when you found the ugly photos. Photos that weren’t allowed to go out to the public. They had a contract about it. You could take the ugliest photos, but you weren’t allowed to post them. 

Then you proceeded to delete the messages between you and Alessia on her phone that mostly consisted of all the tiktoks you sent her, even though you never got a reply. 

You kept an innocent smile on when she walked back in, holding a bunch of snacks and throwing them on the bed. 

“Here are your snacks; if Lotte finds out, we are blaming it on Toone.” You nodded and snatched your favorite candy before Less would grab it. “Please don’t fall asleep first, like always,” you scoffed. “I never do, and I won't.” 

Soon enough, you were passed out on her bed while she tried to make the floor as comfortable as possible to sleep on. 

Surprisingly, you woke up before Alessia. She didn’t want to share a bed because of the last sleepover. She claimed you kept kicking in your sleep. Even though she had a bruise to prove it, you still refused to believe her. 

————

You giggled to yourself as you made your way to eat with the team. “Leah!” You yelled happily when you saw your best friend coming out of her room, and you quickly made an attempt to jump on her back. You pouted when she moved out of the way and tripped you. 

“What the fuck" She glared at you. “Watch your language,” you muttered a sorry. “I would tell you not to say it again, but we both know you will.” She still gave you a piggyback ride. 

“I won't say it again." “Stop lying, kid; it’s bad." You held yourself back from saying something dumb. Leah was already annoyed, and it was going to get worse once Alessia saw what you did. “I won't lie again.” 

Leah stayed silent, knowing you were most likely going to lie about something in the next 10 minutes. 

————

You sat next to Lucy, ranting to her about some new celebrity crush of yours while she pretended to listen. At times, she found your ranting cute; other times, she wanted to strangle you to shut you up. 

“Y/N!” You jumped hearing your name being yelled. “Who yelled my name?” You asked Lucy, “Sounded like Less.” You relaxed at that; as long as it wasn’t Leah or Sarina, you were fine. 

You shrieked as you saw Alessia running at you full force, looking like she was going to tackle you. Before she could, Millie grabbed her. 

"How did you get these?!” She waved the phone in front of your face, you took it, starting to giggle at all the terrible pictures that you posted. 

“I don’t know,” you tried, knowing you were caught but wanting to annoy Alessia more. 

"What did we talk about yesterday?" You huffed at hearing Leah’s voice. There goes all the fun. 

"Lying is bad." Leah nodded. "Tell the truth." You looked to Lucy for help, who just shrugged at you and continued to eat. 

"I'll tell Alexia." Keira threatened you. "I did it." Alessia groaned, "How did you even get these?” “The messages between you and Tooney” 

“How did you figure out my password?” She wanted to be mad, but it was pretty impressive how fast and quiet you moved around about this. Usually it was easy to tell when you were up to something. 

“You told me before; it's your birthday,” she shook her head. “I would never do that.” "Well, you did.” You hugged Leah as Alessia advanced towards you. 

“At least she knows your birthday.” You nodded at Lucy’s words, holding onto Leah tight. “Everyone knows my birthday, it only takes a quick search.” Alessia sighed in frustration. 

“Delete it” She tried to peel you away from Leah, which only made you hold on tighter. “Less, it’s been up for an hour; I’m sure everyone has taken screenshots, and they're being posted everywhere. Look, some people already have them as their profile pictures.” Toone couldn't hold back her laugh as she clicked on some of the profiles. 

“Come here,” she pulled you harder, and you squealed, jumping on Leah. "Leah, please,” you giggled as Alessia started tickling your sides.

“Okay, give me the kid; I can’t let you murder her." You clung onto Lucy as she grabbed you and pulled you away from Alessia. 

"Well, tell your kid to behave. Leah, tell her." Leah sighed and grabbed your shoulder. “Apologize” before you could say something snarky. Leah showed you Alexia’s contact. 

“I’m sorry” Leah nodded and put away the phone again. “Thank you for apologizing, I know it’s hard for you.” You smiled at the praise, sticking your tongue out at Alessia, who looked angrier seeing how you just got away with ruining her life so quickly. 

“Now please, let us eat in peace, and Lucy will tell Alexia you were very good." Lucy nodded in agreement and watched as you sat down. 

“What about me?” You giggled at Alessia, who was now being dragged away by Tooney. “You set yourself up by letting her into your room in the first place.” 

“Extra laps” You stared at Leah, trying to see if she was joking or not. You looked at Lucy, who just shrugged and continued to eat. 

You really didn’t care; it was worth it, in your opinion. 

#woso x reader #woso #woso fanfics #leah williamson #alessia russo #ella toone #lucy bronze #lionesses x reader #lionesses

[heavyhitterheaux]

Match With Me

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: 🤭🤭🤭

Synopsis: for your first Halloween as a couple, you have an amazing idea for matching costumes with Jack, but when he tells you he already made plans with PG, you get upset, but someone quickly steps in to take Jack’s place and he is anything but happy when he finds out who it is

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist 2

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For your first Halloween being in a relationship with Jack, you were trying to come up with an idea of a good couple's costumes and went to google to seek some help and some suggestions. When google wasn’t giving you exactly what you were looking for, you were about to give up until you remembered something that had happened the previous week.

Jack organizing his Pokemon cards.

You then knew for a fact that you had come up with the perfect idea for the two of you.

Jack would be Ash while you would dress up as Pikachu.

The next day you brought it up to him when the two of you were simply taking a walk around the neighborhood and you were excited since Halloween was on a Saturday and Victoria was throwing a party that just about everyone was invited to. Her parents would be gone for the entire weekend and she decided to quickly take advantage of that.

“Babe! Halloween is in like thirteen days and I have the cutest idea for our couples costume!” You said as the two of you got to the end of the street and turned the corner to walk in the direction of your favorite bakery.

“Oh, um babe. I wanted to talk to you about that.” Jack hesitantly said while you curiously looked at him.

“Oh, you have an idea too? Let’s hear it. Depending on what it is, I should be able to sew it in time but if not we can go and buy them. What were you thinking?”

“Um, I…. me and PG actually decided on a costume that we’re doing.”

“But…. I thought that we were going to be matching?”

“It’s just that I already promised them and I don’t want to let them down if I back out. Please don’t be upset. We planned this a while ago.”

You didn’t want to show the disappointment on your face even though you knew that Jack could read you like an open book and knew when you were upset with him.

“No worries. I’ll just go with my back-up plan.” You softly replied, but the thing is that you didn’t even have one. This had been the only idea that you had come up with knowing how much Jack liked Pokemon and would always tell you about it.

The rest of the walk to the bakery was in silence, but as soon as you went to grab the door of the bakery to open it, you felt Jack’s hand pulling you back.

“You’re mad at me.” You heard him say, but all you did was turn around and sigh.

“No I’m not, boo bear.”

“Yes you are, you’ve been quiet ever since I told you what our plans were.”

“Will you stop worrying? It’s fine.” You said taking his face into your hands and reaching up to kiss his nose.

“But….”

“I promise that it’s okay. They were your friends before I showed up and I don’t want you bailing out on them for me.”

“Are you positive? You would tell me if you were mad at me right? Shit, this makes me look like a bad boyfriend.”

“Stop that right now. You are not a bad boyfriend and yes, I’m positive. Now come on so we can get our snacks and head back. I’m starting to get cold.”

“Here.” Without hesitation, Jack slid off his hoodie and was trying to pull it over your head when you stopped him.

“Wait, aren’t you cold? I don’t want you to get sick.”

“Don’t worry about me. My baby girl is cold and I want to warm her up.”

Jack proceeded to slide the hoodie over top of your curly hair and pulled it down all to see that you were swimming in it since it was too big. But, you didn’t care because it smelled like him and definitely made a mental note to steal it later.  

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Jack replied while kissing your forehead and finally opening the door to the bakery so that the two of you could go in. 

—

The Halloween party was now underway at Victoria’s house and Jack was keeping an eye out for you since you told him that you would meet him there and that he didn’t have to come and get you. 

Him and PG were dressed up as the toy soldiers from Toy Story and he couldn’t wait for you to see them.

You had sent him a text not too long ago saying that you were on your way and that you would be there by 9 PM and knew for a fact that you had probably taken this long in order to get your make-up just right and how you wanted it. 

Urban finally spotted you come through the door and told Jack who quickly did a double take when he saw you.

“Jack, Y/N is here and um….” Urban started to say, but then trailed off leaving Jack confused.

“Um what?”

“She’s not by herself.” Shloob quickly piped up and said and Jack began to get nervous.

“What do you mean not by herself? All of hot chips and bad decisions are here already and…”

Jack then looked up to see that you were in fact dressed as Pikachu while his younger brother Clay was dressed as Ash.

“You cannot be fucking serious right now.” Jack said out loud as you smiled when you spotted him and then made your way over.

“Hi babe! Aww, yall are toy soldiers from Toy Story! Very cute!” You said while pinching Jack’s cheek and he was doing his best to try and smile back at you despite how he was feeling on the inside. 

“It was my idea!” 2fo yelled as he took a break from eating his candy apple.

“And you’re Pikachu while the accidental child is Ash.” Jack quietly muttered and all you did was sigh, but before you could say anything, Clay quickly did.

“Hi to you too, big brother.” Clay said while smiling at Jack who was anything but amused.

“Was this the costume you were trying to tell me about?” Jack asked while at the same time ignoring Clay and he couldn’t help but to be fuming on the inside. But could he really get mad? He was the one who turned down your suggestion in the first place. 

“Yeah! But you said you were dressing up with PG, so I asked Clay if he wanted to do it and he said yes.” 

“Hmm, I see.”

"I'm going to go and find Victoria, I'll be right back." You said while smiling at him before reaching up to kiss him.

Once you were out of his sight all he did was look over at Clay and roll his eyes.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously what? She asked me and I said yes! She told me that you already had your costume! I was just filling in!" Clay exclaimed but all Jack did was shake his head.

"You and Y/N could have done your own thing. We wouldn't have been mad." Quiiso said while sipping on his punch that he had a feeling had gotten spiked by Victoria.

"But we planned this months ago!" Jack said while holding up his hands and gesturing between all of them.

"But you didn't have a girlfriend months ago, either." Urban added while admiring Victoria from across the room as you were now talking to her along with Jessica and Blanca. He knew that you knew that the two liked each other and was trying your best to get them together, but was failing miserably.

"I….."

"No he was too busy staring at her and drooling while daydreaming in class." Ace added while looking at him. 

"HEY! I WAS NOT!"

"You were and I have proof." Clay quickly added which made Jack simply shake his head.

"Well my girl is pretty sooo….. Can you really blame me for that?"

"And would terrorize anyone who you heard was trying to ask her out."

"Stole poor Dylan's gym clothes and had that man stressed trying to find them. Meanwhile we all knew who the culprit was."

"He shouldn't have been after my girl and he learned his lesson and never did that shit again." Jack answered as he tried to plead his case, but none of PG were having it. 

"The two of you weren't even together yet! So you acting up was not needed!”

"But everyone knew she was mine! And all of you helped me so I don’t want to hear it!"

“Either way, all we’re saying is that you could have matched with your girl. That’s it.” Quiiso said while holding up his hands in defense.

“Too late for that now.”

“We thought the two of you were going to do something together anyway, so when you showed up at my house earlier I was confused.” Urban confessed as he noticed you walking back over towards them.

“We were only going to stay for about an hour so that we could still go trick or treating.” You told Jack who simply stared at you.

“We?”

“Me and Clay, silly. He is only thirteen and I promised Maggie and Brian to have him back at a certain time.”

“Wait, so they knew about this?!” Jack asked as he gestured between both you and Clay’s outfits.

“Yes, she helped us with them.” Clay responded while shrugging and Urban was doing his best to try not to laugh. 

“Your brother has successfully stolen your girl, once again.” Urban leaned over and whispered in his ear, but all Jack did was keep a straight face. 

“Well whenever you two leave, we’re all leaving together.”

“But…” 2fo started to protest, but Jack quickly stepped on his foot in order to shut him up.

“Okay! Apparently Victoria said to stay around her neighborhood and then go to Blanca’s because they give out the best candy and give out full size candy bars.” You said while looking up at Jack who simply nodded.

“Sounds like a plan.”

It was nearing ten at night and although you were hesitant about still going to get candy, Victoria told you to go so that you would at least get something and assured you that it was okay. She mentioned the year before that she didn’t get back in the house until one in the morning because she was still out getting candy. 

However, every house that all of you went to Jack was annoyed simply because everyone kept complimenting your costume right along with Clay’s even though he tried not to let it show. 

It wasn’t until about the eighth house that all of you were to, that he was fed up.

A nice young couple had opened the door and saw you and Clay in the front of the group and admired how cute the two of you look.

“Okay, but she’s MY girlfriend!” Jack exclaimed while crossing his arms and pouting.

You were confused by his outburst and looked to Clay for some guidance, but all he did was shrug.

“If she’s your girlfriend then why are you two not dressed alike?” The nice woman asked and since Jack didn’t have an answer for her all he did was sigh.

“Same thing I was thinking!” 2fo said while holding his two huge bags of candy that you had no idea where he had gotten them from since you hadn’t gone to that many houses yet. 

“Not helping!” Jack yelled out as all of you grabbed different candy bars from the bowl on the porch and went on about your way. 

When leaving the house, you let the others go on ahead as you fell back to talk to your boyfriend.

“Smush, what was that about?” You asked as you slipped your hand in his.

“I….”

“You know that I’m your girlfriend and no one else’s. I just didn’t want my costume choice to go to waste so that’s the whole reasoning behind me asking Clay.”

“It’s fine, doesn’t even matter.”

“No, it does matter because you’re upset and I can tell. You have absolutely no reason to be jealous of your little brother because I know you are no matter how much you’re trying to hide it from me.”

“Hmm, maybe a little.”

“Only have eyes for you, remember that. And you and Clay are close so I would think that you would want your brother and girlfriend to get along because I know how important he is to you despite all the bickering.”

“I guess that’s true.”

“So, how about we start making plans for next year?” You asked and could see Jack start to smile.

“We definitely need to do more than one costume.”

“I like that idea. You pick one and I’ll pick the other?”

“Do you have anything in mind right now?”

“We are definitely going as Jack and Rose from Titanic.”

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[chuuyrr]

How about this request? AU where instead of Sukuna being the king of curses Scarlet Witch! Reader is the queen of curses, she was sealed inside her tiara for hundreds of years and was awakened by Yuuji after he touched her tiara, story follows canon but now Yuuji is the vessel of a witch who protects him and gives him advice

( imagine Yuuji with the scarlet witch’s tiara stuck in his head 😂😭 poor him)

itadori yuuji becoming the vessel of scarlet witch! reader instead of ryomen sukuna — a jjk AU

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen and multiverse of madness (wanda maximoff in general), jujutsu kaisen AU, roleswap w/ ryomen sukuna or the king of curses

╰➤ PAIRING(s): platonic! jujutsu kaisen x reader

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: instead of baby fushiguro or the reader being the scarlet witch and megumi's little sibling, in this AU, you are the so-called queen of curses, the scarlet witch, who had been sealed off for hundreds of years, until you had been awakened by itadori yuuji who becomes your vessel.

intro / scenario !

"you're telling me someone's keeping a special grade cursed object in a place like this?"

"correction—it's not actually a special grade cursed object. it just kind of is one, but either way, recovering it should be no problem HAHA!"

fushiguro megumi was enraged as he broke open the thermometer shed only to discover that the so-called "kind of" special grade cursed object was missing, and to be honest, he didn't understand what gojo meant. how could that said object be merely "kind of" cursed when he could sense faint traces of cursed energy?

megumi's questions about the special grade cursed object were answered when he went looking for it only to find it in the hands of highschool students, learning it from a pink-haired boy named itadori yuuji that his friends from his school's occult club had planned to unseal it.

after explaining what curses are to yuuji, megumi and yuuji hurried to where the occult club members were. a heavy pressure suddenly appeared in the atmosphere, causing goosebumps to rise on yuuji's skin as he froze.

despite megumi's warnings, yuuji still proceeded to the enter the school, bursting through the window to save his friend, who has the said cursed object, from the curse that was down the corridor.

both of them were quite stunned to see the special grade cursed object as yuuji picked it up. it was a headpiece, more specifically a tiara in deep maroon, but megumi quickly realized it wasn't cursed. it only felt cursed because of the ominous aura in beared, which was comparable to a special grade curse.

with another curse wreaking havoc in the school, this time targeting yuuji, he learns from megumi that the curse is after the tiara because of its immense energy.

"i just need cursed energy huh?"

"were you even listening to me? that tiara is not exactly a special grade cursed obje—!!"

megumi's eyes widened as he watched yuuji become motionless while holding the tiara with both hands slowly. yuuji's gaze darted towards it, as if he had fallen into a trance. in yuuji's perspective, could feel a gentle pull to it.

"itadori.. yuuji.." it was whispering to him. he could hear a serene voice from it—your voice.

[ song / background music suggestion for this next part ]

the tiara had suddenly floated into the air, much to megumi's surprise and concern. yuuji slowly reached out to it, allowing the pink-haired boy to get a better look at it. when yuuji made physical contact with it, a luminous golden glow burst from the tiara and filled his vision, nearly blinding him as the wind whipped up.

yuuji slowly lowered his arms from his eyes, finding himself staring in awe at a floating silhouette of a woman whose arms were outstretched towards him as he heard the whispers become louder.

"the scarlet witch is not born.. she is forged.. she has no coven.. or need for incantation.."

megumi rushed over to yuuji, who had collapsed to the ground and sucked in a sharp gasp of air. before megumi could ask if yuuji was alright, the ominous aura, the intense pressure from earlier, came to be.

yuuji suddenly lifted his chin, and megumi froze. the tiara had clung to yuuji, framing his face and brushing his pink hair up as his light brown eyes turned a menacing, glowing red. yuuji stood up slowly, ignoring megumi's concerns, and walked briskly towards the curse.

megumi watched in horror and in amazement as yuuji ever so gently twisted his hand, vermillion tendrils of psionic energy trailed from his fingers, balling into a sphere, and then yuuji shot it towards the curse with such expertise. and then again, and again, and again.

as those spheres of red psionic energy grew unusually large it wasn't long before he had completely exorcised the curse with his newfound immense power.

gojo satoru had arrived on cue, surprised to find the tiara stuck onto yuuji's head (or face), and that he still had control of his body despite scaring off megumi when he spoke in a voice that seemed to be mixed with an enticing, siren-like voice of a woman. yuuji did, however, end up absorbing the tiara in some way, much to megumi's dismay.

itadori yuuji and fushiguro megumi eventually learned that the aforementioned tiara is inhabiting the so-called queen of curses known as the scarlet witch.

according to gojo, the tiara and the said witch appeared miraculously hundreds of years ago. it wasn't a curse as it held no cursed energy, but the tremendous power it held was undoubtedly comparable to a special grade curse, hence why some curses dared to chase after it to consume it for power. it is also rumored and believed to have come from somewhere that isn't from their world.

"it's a wonder why the scarlet witch chose you as her vessel; many have attempted to summon and use the queen of curse's power before, but none have come close, except for you."

it begins rough with yuuji as your vessel, as you begin to manifest in the physical world in the same way that the special grade curse rika would. unfortunately, when you appeared in all your glory next to yuuji, almost translucent with glowing red eyes, you scared the shit out of nobara, megumi, and the others.

although yuuji had seen you before he was rendered unconscious by gojo as a result of the incident at school, you were quite terrifying yet mesmerizing in person, dressed in a black to dark red gradient of the scarlet witch robes, your fingertips an inky black color, your lids painted dark, sharp eyes and cheekbones as your manner oozed bloody confidence.

nonetheless, to yuuji, your [color] eyes bore sadness. loneliness and longingness even. so, despite gojo's and the higher-ups' warnings, yuuji began communicating with you, wanting to get to know you better.

"scarlet witch-san," was what yuuji would call you. you honestly find it odd how this boy, whom has now become your vessel, wasn't scared of you; he treated you with such respect.

"yes?" you asked him in reply, tilting your head to the side as you faced him.

"do you have a name? i doubt scarlet witch is your actual name," said yuuji with a smile.

you opened your mouth to speak, but immediately closed it. hundreds of years had passed, and because of what had happened in your world, and what you had done, you refused to use that name again—wanda maximoff—so you shook your head in response to him.

"hmm, can i name you then?" yuuji asked, stiffening and frantically waving his hands in the air when you furrowed your brows, "b-but only if you're okay with it, s-scarlet witch-san!"

"alright, you may give me a name," you nodded your head as your gaze softened.

yuuji's eyes shone brightly. he then held his chin thoughtfully for about a minute, only to snap his fingers as he considered one, "hmm, how about [name]? [surname] [name]?"

"[surname] [name]?" you blinked at him.

"yeah! she's a character from an anime I watch, and she looks exactly like you. you two have [color] eyes and [color] hair," yuuji explained.

"i like the sound of it.. [surname] [name].." a smile rose from your lips, which made yuuji grin even more as he saw you expressively like it.

"alright then! [surname]-san it is then!" yuuji exclaimed, fist pumping the air enthusiastically.

you said, tilting your head, "[name] is fine, yuuji."

"OK, [name]-san!" yuuji nodded with a smile.

headcanons !

╰➤ this alternate universe follows the canon jujutsu kaisen story, but unlike in the canon jujutsu kaisen world, where the king of curses is pretty much a jerk you can't count on, you, as the queen of the curses, were always there to support him.

╰➤ you would constantly give yuuji advice and comfort when he was in need, and you would not hesitate to protect him from harm.

"it wasn't your fault, yuuji."

"it's okay, i'm here for you."

"please don't blame yourself."

"listen, here's what you need to do."

╰➤ yuuji discovered you weren't as evil as you appeared as he got to know you better. you were actually quite motherly.

╰➤ you would immediately manifest and make your presence known. you would also take over yuuji's body when you see him being unable to fight or gravely injured so you could take on the said curse or enemy and heal him up.

╰➤ but, you avoid taking control of his body and would only do it when necessary. you weren't letting yourself become the same monster you were before when you learned how to dreamwalk and use the darkhold. never again.

╰➤ when yuuji faced the special grade curse together with megumi and nobara, you completely lent him your power and realized that you had made the right choice in selecting him as your vessel.

"scarlet witch, tell me, why pick itadori yuuji as your vessel?" gojo confronted you, almost in disbelief to find yuuji's supposedly battered body was completely patched up but currently, you were possessing his body.

"for centuries, i've been nothing more than the queen of curses, the scarlet witch, the one prophesied to either rule the world or destroy it," your voice overpowered yuuji's as you explained to the limitless sorcerer. as the tiara materialized on yuuji's face, his eyes glowing a menacing red color, "but the truth is, i want nothing more than solitude, especially after what i've done in the past—and then i heard his voice, what his heart desires—it's nothing like the curses or sorcerers that have dared to call me. his heart is pure. he reminds me so much of my sons."

╰➤ you also protect him from the inside. you know that scene with sukuna and mahito? yeah, replace sukuna with you. when mahito dared to enter and manipulate yuuji's soul, he was stunned to find you—the scarlet witch.

╰➤ yeah, you wrecked him up real good with your chaos magic like nothing, and strongly told him to keep out and for him to know his place.

╰➤ when yuuji accessed your memories as he gradually learned how to use your power as your vessel, he couldn't help but cry and sympathize with what you had been through.

╰➤ and even though you consider yourself as nothing more but a monster and a villain, especially with what you have done back in your world, yuuji tells you tells you otherwise :(

"i'm not a mother—i'm no longer a mother, yuuji. i'm a monster."

"that's not true, you're a mother to me."

╰➤ cue the waterworks when yuuji told you that, and after that, yuuji began openly calling you his mom because of how motherly and kind you are to him, and even to his friends, despite their fear and dislike of you at first.

╰➤ when the first-year students (megumi and nobara) realized you weren't the threat the others claimed you were, they came around. the second-year students were still wary of you, so that is still being worked on.

╰➤ gojo thinks you're really pretty, despite your appearance resembling a villainess of sorts, and may or may not have flirted with you, but he's genuinely grateful that you chose to be kind and help yuuji and the other students.

╰➤ you are extremely protective of yuuji to the point that you'd openly threaten the higher-ups or curses that dare hurt him. yuuji just reminds you so much of the sons you never got to have. you wondered what it would be like if you could keep your family. yuuji would definitely be your children's best older brother.

╰➤ yuuji doesn't say this outloud, but he sometimes dream of the dreams you have. with that, he is aware that you have nightmares about the past, about things you have done and deeply regretted. it makes him sad when he can't do much about it as it had already been done, but that doesn't change his view on you.

╰➤ you get angry whenever yuuji abuses your power to the point where he loses control, but only because you don't want him to end up like you. especially if you once messed up in your youth and ended up hurting or killing a large number of people. you do give him a hug afterwards and apologize for raising your voice.

╰➤ overall, yuuji has grown to love you and considers you to be his mother figure. yuuji would listen to and take into account your words, and he would apologize if he went too far and accidentally abused your powers.

╰➤ and you're grateful for him too :)

"[name]-san, thank you for choosing me to be your vessel," yuuji said as your translucent physical form loomed over him, your legs crisscrossed in the air.

you shook your head, smiling ever so softly down at him, "no, thank you, yuuji."

yuuji's eyes widened in confusion, "eh? what are you thanking me for?"

you planted your feet on the ground. you then trotted towards yuuji and enveloped him in your embrace, to which he felt as something ghostly cold yet comforting.

"thank you for choosing me to be your mom." was your response to him as a single tear streamed down your cheek, especially as you embraced him more tightly in your grasp.

[ author's notes ! hello everyone, chu here :) thank you so much for reading until the very end. hope you enjoyed it. tbh, it's been a while since i've written for an alternate version of our beloved scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader.

tbh, this one made me real sad because even though i like sukuna (aside from gojo and toji that is), he's a menace. 💀

plus, our poor yuuji-bby as already been through so much !!

with this alternate version of the scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader we know and love, yuuji's not so lonely anymore. not only is he the vessel for you, the "queen of curses", who cares very much about him, he sees you as his mom !! something that a certain person failed to be 😒😒😒

also just to clarify, i based off the reader's background to mcu! wanda maximoff, particularly the aftermath of multiverse of madness, the main reason you're known as the queen of the curses becauses centuries ago, after the multiverse of madness incident back at your world, you fled and transported to the world of jjk wherein some stuff happened, hence why you became known as the queen of curses, but you ended up getting sealed off in your tiara ]

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[spiritfrvr]

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘...

C: miles 42 x male bully reader part1

S: baseball teammates 🤝🏽 enemies to lovers?

Of course, Miles aka can’t hit a damn ball in baseball, every-time we would practice it would end up being no runs he would be lucky to even get to first base… But with the coach being a dumbass he still has him on the team

What he needs to do is cut him off, I’m getting tired of him just being on the team yet if he were to leave I would be upset.

Snapping back to reality I noticed he was sitting across from me with something in his hand, snatching it from his hand I read the paper “ You’re joking right? ” I laughed “ Coach wants me to teach YOU how to play… what a joke ”. although I have to wonder why Coach picked me and not somebody else.

" Listen I asked Coach for someone else to teach me but he said specifically you, I’m guessing because he knows you hate me, so do me a favor and just teach me… ” Miles requested tapping his foot and waiting for my response. Giving it some thought I told him sure.

—

Later on after school was over we walked to together to the baseball field, glancing at him I noticed his expression, don’t tell me he’s scared.

“ You won’t be able to hit a ball if you look like that ” I explained “You need to be confident ” That’s when I noticed him stopping Fuck did I make him mad?

“ Look I may not be the best baseball player out here but I swear- if you’re going to keep giving me advice like this I’ll find someone better! ” he yelled speeding up his pace. Wait did he just say find someone better? Please as if he could find someone better. I was just trying to help!!

—

Once we were on the field I made him do a few to swings with my bat, most of them were good surprisingly and some were bad I’m not surprised at that though. Maybe now it’s time for a break and get to know him better.

“ Miles let’s chill for a second your swings are decent you just need to work on hitting the ball harder then you’ll be okay ” I explained taking my first steps and holding his shoulder, he noticed this and then moved my hand off of him. “ So tell me more about yourself Mr morales, I think I was mean towards you so let’s redo the uhh- introduction ”. I claimed, he looked at me weirdly and went on about how if my reintroduction was this then it wasn’t worth it.

Guess he didn’t want to talk to me based on the comments I said about him. I feel like I should apologize but what would apologizing do? I did mean it ONLY 50%.

“ Listen Miles I know the comments I said about you weren’t okay if anything I should know what It feels like to be a newbie at something, so I hope that you will at least forgive me ”. Miles heard this and gave it some thought I wished he looked at me though so I could see his face. After a few minutes, he told me to give him my phone and I gave it to him…

“ I’ll text you. ” he proceeded to say afterwards giving me my phone back, then walking away.

Holy sh-

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[tsukimefuku]

forgiveness is a collective resource ✦ satoru gojo

summary: as you're telling gojo about your most recent fallout, he ends up telling you in return the last question geto posed him before leaving.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, platonic! gojo x reader, implied higuruma x reader, fluff, angst, our beloved white haired, blue-eyed sorcerer receives some well deserved comfort.

wc: 900

notes, etc: i wrote this to the sound of i'm only human. it felt like a good fit. i wanted to write this one for so long, but never knew where i'd put it on the story. i'm happy to have found its place.

✦ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

I'm no prophet or Messiah ✦ You should go looking somewhere higher ✦ I'm only human, after all ✦ I'm only human, I do what I can ✦ Don't put the blame on me

"So, that's what happened," you concluded, taking another bite from your sandwich.

"Yeesh," was all Gojo mustered up to say, not being the best at comforting people.

You and Gojo were having a snack in the woods that surrounded Jujutsu High's HQ, and you had just told him about Hiromi's departure to Morioka.

"Having people leaving is shit," you noted, "especially when you care deeply about them. Feels like being left alone to fend off for yourself."

At that, he fell weirdly silent, and you wondered if maybe this would be the best moment to inquire about Geto. After a while, you had learned everything about their fallout — the death of Riko, how Geto had a sharp descent into madness, how he murdered an entire village and had been awarded the death penalty for that.

"The last thing Hiromi told me before he left was that he loved me," which was a twisted, painful little kindness, you thought. "What was the last thing Geto told you when he left?"

You noticed Gojo's demeanor changing a little, and his body becoming stiff. You gave him a few moments before he'd resume his talking.

After a sigh, he ensued.

"'Are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest, or are you the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo?'" He took a bite from his sweets, and continued to speak with a half-mouthful of sugar. "That was his final question to me before he left."

"What a stupid question."

"Huh?"

"What? You don't know the answer to that?"

He was silent.

You sighed. "You really think that low of yourself? Ugh. The latter, obviously."

The sorcerer was thoroughly surprised and somewhat dumbfounded, so he simply stayed silent in order to hear your observations, something that could be considered the highest form of respect Gojo Satoru was able to display for someone.

You shook your head before proceeding.

"First of all, Geto didn't know what he was talking about, because he wasn't seeing you, only a distorted reflection of his own resentment towards you for supposedly leaving him alone to spiral down madness on his own. Stop blaming yourself. You did what you could, all of you did."

You involuntarily sighed, trying to push the heaviness away from your heart.

"We sorcerers really need to put our God complex aside and learn to forgive ourselves."

Then, you took a pause to sip on your soda, proceeding.

"I blamed myself for years, just to have it all blow up in my face a decade later. Hiromi left a good new life he had built for himself to chase ghosts from the past," and Nanami, arguably the best one of us all, made a terrible decision that rendered him miserable, you thought, "all because of this wicked little thing called guilt. Guilt weighs us down, tethers us to the past and prevents us from moving forward. So here it is: I forgive you. Have my forgiveness." 

"Your forgiveness? For what?" Gojo asked, slightly confused.

"For whatever you want to use it for. Use it to forgive yourself, since you couldn't find it in you for your own benefit. Have absolution. Forgiveness is a collective resource, and we can all forgive each other for our shortcomings. We're all human, after all."

For the very first time ever, you saw Gojo's expression softening underneath his blindfold, and you wondered if the one looking back at you right now was the teenager that failed Riko Amanai and Suguru Geto so many years ago.

The real Satoru Gojo, underneath all the silly cockiness.

"And just to finish answering the question Geto posed, that's precisely why you're the strongest because you're Satoru Gojo, and not the other way around. It was from your failure that the strongest could emerge, and your fallibility stems from you and your humanity."

You now knew how those days went, especially Toji's plan of wearing Gojo down to strike, and the way Gojo told you mindlessly about the first time he let his infinity turned on for days on end.

"You tired yourself in Amanai's benefit, and it put you in a vulnerable position, something only Satoru Gojo, and not the abstract concept of 'the strongest', would ever do. That's why that question is fucking stupid and offensive. You're more than the six eyes and infinity, and more than the people you couldn't save. Let it go," you concluded, taking another sip from your soda.

You were both silent for a moment, and you briefly wondered if you hadn't stepped over a boundary.

"Please, get up" he solicited, an indecipherable voice and expression to his blindfold covered face, getting up from the ground himself.

"Oh, okay," you answered, slightly surprised at the unexpected request.

In a second, Gojo leaned down his huge frame and embraced you, remaining still like that for a minute as you hugged him back, having your chin hooked above his shoulder.

At this moment, even if he was a giant in comparison to you, he seemed and felt remarkably small.

"Thank you," he said, his voice but a whisper behind your head.

You smiled, tightening your grip around his back, happy you could finally reach him and keep him true company.

"No problem, pretty boy. You saved my ass so many times. Thought I'd try to return the favor, which you should know is not something easy to do, since you're the strongest," you said with a laugh, "not all kikufuku in the world would pay off that debt."

He huffed a brief chuckle, letting go of you, feeling he might not be so alone anymore.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #satorugojo #jujutsu satoru #jjk satoru #gojo saturo #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen gojo

[ventingfanfics]

Unashamed (Shuri x reader)

The door’s unlocked for you. Shuri’s text brought you relief. Earlier you’d done something that you were almost positive offended her. You had noticed the flash of disappointment in her face, instantly wishing you could take it back. Seeing as she was still allowing you to come see her tonight, however, she must not have been mad. 

You smiled optimistically as you entered your girlfriend’s organized, futuristic, spacious residence. A bag containing Shuri’s favorite dessert accompanied you as you proceeded to her room. The lights were off, though you made out Shuri’s form in her wide bed. 

“Hi baby,” you breathed out cheerfully. “Do you want to keep the light off?”

“Griot, turn on the lights,” Shuri commanded her artificial intelligence creation. Your smile returned, glad to get a proper look at your woman. She was wearing black shorts with a black tank top. The structure of her melanated being looked portrait-ready. There was just one problem. She was unsmiling and turned away from you. 

“I got something for you,” You said. Confidence was now absent from your tone. You felt some of it return, though, when you saw Shuri meet your eyes before landing on the bag in your grip. “I got those cookies you like.” 

“You can set them down,” she said. 

Nodding, you and the dessert joined her on the bed. You stroked her calf muscle. Never could you get over the softness of her skin. She moved her leg forward, out of your reach.

You sighed. “If you were mad at me, why did you let me come over?”

“Ungahamba ukuba uyafuna (You can go if you want.)”

Your nose and throat started to burn. You thought of telling her that you would—seeing as she was acting cold and like she didn’t want you there. However, you didn’t come only to leave. You’d wanted to see her. And while you were here, it made no sense to not at least talk discuss what was going on.

Shuri sat up and focused on you. “Let me tell you something, Y/N. I don’t take well to your wish to hide what we have.”

“I-“

“No, let me finish. That was your dad I met at the gala today—your father—and you treated me like I was a mere acquaintance. You were happier to introduce him to the people you hadn’t seen since high school.” 

“Shuri, that’s because I never expected to see them again—it was random. I wasn’t any happier to mention them than I was you.”

“Well, I couldn’t tell.” She folded her arms. “And this isn’t the first time. When we went to that play last month, you left me hanging when I tried to hold your hand. I never said anything, but it hurt.”

You now felt lethargic because you recognized what she was referring to. Of course you hadn’t meant to offend her, though.

“Let me ask you this. If I was a man, would you feel more comfortable to introduce me to your father?”

“Shuri, why would you ask me something like that?”

“Just answer.”

You sucked your teeth. “I can’t believe you. This is unfair.”

“It is unfair.  Here I am your girlfriend, and yet you had more life in you around that guy you used to know when you introduced him to someone who should know about me. Yet, the truth of us is a mystery to one of the most important people in your life.” 

A tear slid down your cheek. “It’s not like that, Shuri. You’re making it sound like I don’t care about you, like I don’t love you…”

She gazed at you like she was sympathetic, though chose to ignore it. “I know you love me and care about me. You just don’t want anyone else to know you do. I’m a private person myself, Y/N,  but I would never hide my love for you.”

“I’m not hiding!” 

She shook her head sadly. “If you are not ready, you are not ready. I will not force you out of the closet.” She paused. “Nor will I be with someone in the closet.”

Was she serious? Was this really happening?

“So what are you saying?” You demanded, feeling your heart hammer in your chest and your forehead perspire. “What are you saying, Shuri?”

Her eyes didn’t leave yours. “Uyayazi into endiyithethayo (You know what I’m saying.)”

“Shuri, please! Don’t do this!”

Shuri had witnessed you struggling to sleep. Now she knew just how bad it was judging from your outburst. “Shh, you’re okay, my love,” she tried to soothe you. “I’m right here, and I love you.” She gently and repeatedly kissed your temple. 

You launched yourself into her chest with her immediately holding you. “I love you too!” It sounded as desperate as you felt. “I love you, please don’t leave me.” 

Your girlfriend’s eyebrows furrowed. “Look at me.” She caught a tear just as it fell, frowning deeply. “Usana, what happened in your dream?” She rubbed your back, coaching you to breathe. “Do you need water? Let’s get you water.” You wouldn’t let her move, however, gripping her in your hold. Shuri now knew for certain that this was an awful nightmare you had. “I just want to make sure you’re okay, uthando. The water will help you. I’ll be back in five seconds or you can even come with me.” As she stared at you, however, she decided to stay put. “Tell me everything.”  That you did.

“Damn.”

“I know, right?” You shook your head. “What do you think? I’m sorry if I ever made you feel like that.”

She made a dismissive face. “Nah. You don’t do that to me. And even if you did, I wouldn’t dump you without talking about it. Dream me is lame.” 

You smiled as she kissed your cheek. “You’re so amazing to me, I would never want you to feel like I’m ashamed of you. Of us. I’m going to plan an outing for you, me, and my dad.”

A big smile appeared on her features. “Sounds perfect, sthandwa.”

The two of you leaned in and kissed. Shuri deepened the kiss and carefully rolled you over so she was on top. “Good girl,” she praised lowly when you spread your legs for her. “You’re mine forever, I wouldn’t dream of leaving you. You got that?” She peppered kisses into your neck. 

You sighed in relief, nodding in contentment at her conviction. 

“Say it,” she ordered in your ear.

“Yes. I got that.”

“Tell me you’re my sweet girl and that you belong to me.”

Arousal started to claim you. Shuri lifted her brow. 

“I’m your sweet girl, and I belong to you.” 

She kissed you hard and thrusted her tongue into your mouth. After a while into the ardent kiss, her hands made work of your shorts. Shuri caressed your bare hips as your tongues dueled. Her kisses were now pressed all over you including your stomach. “Silly girl…like I could ever leave this intshontsho (pussy)?”

“Mmm,” your eyes closed as she licked a generous stripe between your folds. You touched her corn-rowed head as she slurped your clit, forcing you to buck your hips for more. She savored as much of you as possible, not wanting a drip to go to waste. 

It wasn’t long before your thighs shook around her face, your pussy fluttering and oozing on her tongue. Even as you came down from your splendid high, she softly pecked your folds and slit. 

“Shuri,” you drug her name in a moan. 

“Yes, mama?” She licked her lips and sweetly kissed your navel. She laughed when words failed you. The dreaminess in your eyes, however, said enough. You tasted yourself on her as your mouthes reconnected. “Mmm, you taste incredible, Y/N. I could eat you all day.”

You blushed and hugged her. She smiled widely and stroked your sides/curves. 

“I love you, Y/N. Just keep loving me and I will continue to stay.”

She bit her lip as you got her naked below. 

“You gonna feed me that pussy?” The look in your eyes was impish. 

Your tongue explored her walls and she felt her world being rocked as you repeatedly licked her clit. “Y/N…fuck…damn, mama.” Her back arched and her delicious cries of pleasure serenaded the room. “Kungcono utye le pussy (you better eat this pussy.)”

When she climaxed, you pinned her thighs down, and ate her with a new level of aggression. She rewarded you with an intense juicy load and a praise of your name in the air. 

She grabbed your jaw, kissing you passionately. “Hlikihla intsana yakho kweyam (rub your pussy on mine.)” The request was spoken against your lips. She sounded authoritative and needy at the same time. 

The words alone increased the moisture between your thighs. You loved when you shared your bodies in that way. “You want to cum on my pussy?” You teased her, stroking her sides. She moaned in response, the sound slightly muffled as it was pressed into your shoulder. 

“In you, too,” she clarified with a kiss. She guided your forms in the ideal position. “I cum so hard when your pussy fucks mine.”

Hips sensually rolled at a slow, even pace before the bed rocked with your intensifying movement. Your mewls flowed together beautifully and freely. The two of you were completely in love and completely unashamed.

#shuri udaku x reader #shuri x reader #shuri x y/n #shuri x you #shuri imagine #shuri black panther #shuri smut #shuri angst #shuri fluff

[sugolara]

𝙒𝙚𝙖𝙠

ft. Shota Aizawa x daughter! reader

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For the past two days, Shota continued the drive, hardly stopping which concerned F/n from the lack of sleep her father was getting. His eyebags seemed to get darker and his eyes seemed to be getting a darker shade of red. But, knowing her father, she didn’t say anything. She knew that he was anxious and maybe a little scared from the way his fingers would tap the steering wheel and from the speed he went. 

She wanted to tell him to rest. To sleep and let your mind be at ease. Convince him that Eri is okay considering the fact she had experienced military service with her. Yes, she too was worried about her and it didn’t make it any better that she was only 7, but she knew that Eri would protect herself if it came down to it. 

Whether it was running or fighting back, it didn’t matter, though she hoped she ran instead. But, the thought of seeing Eri smiling soothed F/n. Even the thought of being a family once again made her feel better. 

The feeling of the car slowing down and Shota pulling to the side, woke F/n up from her nap. She steadily opened her eyes and viewed her surroundings. She looked around and noticed they were in the middle of a town. 

Her father must have taken a detour. Hearing her father sigh, she wondered if this would be a good time for him to rest as she looked at the building resting next to, “Maybe we can sleep there for the night. It’s two floors.”

“No.” Shota said and proceeded to get out of the car. F/n shortly followed leaving her blanket inside. She stared at her father as he began to take things out of the back seat, “...Dad.”

He didn’t look at her and she took it as a signal to continue, “I feel like you should res-”

“We are not stopping, F/n.” He said as he held the produce box, “Now help me with the boxes so we can find a car.”

She felt timid, “I-I just feel like you should rest. You haven’t slept-”

“F/n.”

“-in days I’m just worried about yo-”

“Enough.”

“I don’t want you to get hur-” She jumped back a bit when he dropped the box on the floor. She held her right arm with a nervous look as she waited for him to say something. Everything seemed so quiet she almost felt like she could hear her thoughts. She also felt like it felt forever until she heard Shota let out a low sigh.

 “You don’t understand the condition we are in.” He picked up the box and gave her a look, “We don’t have time anymore. We’re in a rush.”

“But-” He interrupted her, already knowing what she would say, “I hear you, but my health should not concern you, not when your sister might be in danger. What should concern you is making sure you stay alive.”

She felt saddened and looked down at her shoes. She followed the trail of her shoelaces as she heard her father grab the supplies. She also felt a little mad at him for behaving in such a certain way. She then looked up at him, “How do you think Eri would feel if she saw how you looked?” 

The trees swayed as a few rotters growled further away. 

He didn’t know why, but he hesitated as he looked at her. That same glare that he always had stared right back at him and that same tone he would always have when scolding her. 

For a split second, Shota felt saddened. He let out a sigh, giving her nod, “Okay. Okay, we’ll spend the night here. But, tomorrow, we leave.” 

She stared at him a little while before letting a small smile play on her lips. She held the boxes he was holding and waited outside as Shota cleared the building. While he did so, she looked down the road when a rotter tried crawling since his lower body was detached. 

When Shota cleared out the building, she soon entered and they both headed upstairs where they had a nice view. It seemed like the building was a furniture store. How lucky were they. 

Placing the box on a table, she headed to the large window where Shota was at. They both watched a rotter pass by. She heard her father let out a little sigh which concerned her, “You’re not mad, right?”

“No.” He watched as the rotter tripped and tried getting back up. Its leg broke, “I can never be mad at you.”

She eyed him, “I just want you to know that I worry. You’re my only parent and…if mom was here she would agree with me.” 

That sentence hurt him. Especially since it came from his daughter. For the past 8 years, that had been the first time she had ever mentioned her mother, his wife, “I know.”

He looked towards the table where they settled their stuff. The bat and both guns stared right at him. He then looked down at F/n as she looked at the view. If he wanted them both to survive, he had to teach her how to fight. He knows she’s scared and she should be.

But when it comes to surviving, she has to take the upperhand. Deep down, he knows she depends on him and he can’t allow that. If he were no longer alive, which pained him, she has to know how to keep continuing forward, to keep on living. For her and for Eri.

Eri is safe, he has to believe that so as to not scare himself any more that he is. Getting to her will be a lot longer, he realized that. So for now, while they make their way towards her, Shota will make sure that F/n can defend herself. She has to put up a fight even if she's terrified. 

#aizawa shota x you #shota aizawa x reader #shota x reader #aizawa x reader #dadzawa

[thegeminisage]

ok we watched the tng pilot. let's get into it

data is my best friend on this show and i love him

i liked riker but jonathan frakes looks like a baby without facial hair. he's gotta grow that in. also, at one point he asked someone a question and i got really excited. he should ask more people more questions i think thats what jonathan frakes was born to do. that and sit in chairs with style

also liked geordi even though we only saw him for 3 seconds and worf even though same.

the sections with q draaaaaaagged. ik people like q and whatever he has going on with picard but i'm just not there yet. this "humans are NOT savages anymore" plotline has been played out in tos many times to better effect

actually shocked picard was such a dick. idk why i was expecting him to be more kind maybe i was projecting professor x onto him?? but he kinda sucked lol like what was EVEN going on w his little pissing contest with riker

love and light, there should not be children on a starship. space is fucking dangerous. they're literally boldly going where no one has gone before. these kids could get hurt

the ship??? splits?????????? IS THAT LEGAL????

ok, furthermore, sorry, speaking of kids, not to be a misogynist but out of the 3 ladies (troi, crusher, and yar) i dislike 2 of them. love and light to deanna troi but i really hope she gets something to do besides emote and go OH THE PAIN...her look was slay. i understand completely how she turned women gay. give her something to do. give her a chance. i know she could be good.

i didn't mind dr crusher until she let her kid on the bridge even though you're not supposed to do that and they told him to touch nothing and he proceeded to touch everything and then she got mad when picard got mad. picard spent 70% of this episode being a dick and the one time he was justified she was like :/ wow you're such a dick. lmao. girl come on he literally said don't touch anything he was already being nicer than he had to be. the child was in the wrong children shouldn't even be on this ship

also they talk about wesley like he's their affair baby. idw if its true but nobody tell me. let me believe it. wesley crusher destined to suffer through male pattern baldness

also, i can see now why you're not supposed to date your ship mates. dating them is fine but being exes with them is excruciating and we had TWO PAIRS this pilot

anyway. tasha yar was rad i DID love her.

it's weird though how many of them use first names...in tos sometimes they didn't even use last names, only titles. spock called bones "doctor" almost exclusively. so riker calling geordi geordi after like 5 minutes of knowing him was a little weird

i cried when bones showed up. sue me. his prosthetics were terrible and i already miss him so much.

SPACE JELLYFISH. that part was good

overall both the adventure and the interpersonal stuff was a little ????? which is like. you can flop on one or the other. i DO have faith it will get better but i feel kind of lukewarm on it so far

there's a lot of direct counterpoints to tos, but it's shuffled JUUUST enough so it feels like it isn't copying tos's homework word for word but rewording it to trick the teacher. for example, data is like spock in that he doesn't understand emotions or whatever, but it's actually the inverse because spock understands and pretends not to, while data truly doesn't understand but wants to. then you have deanna troi who's sort of filling in for the other thing spock used to do, which is give us general impressions about unknown alien life, but she SPECIFICALLY does it through emotions so she doesn't resemble spock too much. the captain and first officer have a lot of scenes together but they're tense so it doesn't look too tempting to the slash fans. the doctor is still a bit grumpy but she's a woman this time. they don't use tricorders but geordi's special prosthetic helps them see all that shit anyway. it's tos but shuffled. lmao that it took 2 people to replace spock <3

anyway my favorite part, aside from the part bones was in, was when riker and data talked in the holodeck. and riker was like actually yeah the fact that you're a machine DOES make me uncomfortable. and data is like well i am superior but i'd like to be human actually! and you could see the little gears in riker's head turning and later he called data friend. i liked that and i love data. i love data he's very important even though the pilot wasn't good i think i would keep watching no matter what for data. and i knew it would be like that.

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #i'm SURE the women will grow on me. i understand now though why people want wesley crusher dead #sorry to wesley crusher i hope he grows on me too

[teawinx]

I'm going to have a lot of hate for this but it had to be said and it was said

me:

Neither of them are the perfect protagonists and instead of blaming each of them they should realize who is responsible for the lack of communication and teachings in their relationship

I agree

This is now an anti-Fu page Mans has ruined Hawaiian shirts for everyone forever

(Warning, long post)

Jokes aside, it's easy to pin the blame on one or more characters for the shortcomings of a show, but it's really all down to the writing.

I've joked that Fu could be removed and very little would change, but it's true. All the exposition and potions could be handled by the Kwamis, and there's no real reason why LB and CN couldn't just summon the other Miraculous because they're the sacred duo.

To me, Fu just feels like they desperately wanted to include a "wise old mentor" character without properly considering the choice. It's just derivative of other media (Harry Porker, Star Wars, LOTR, TMNT, Kung Fu Panda etc), shoving Fu in because you HAVE to have a mentor character right?

And it sucks because I think Fu's character does help the story in a small way. I like that the heroes aren't special chosen ones. Anyone could wear the earrings or the ring, it all depends on what kind of person they are. The kwamis didn't choose their holders. (Piss off, Kwami's Choice) So in that regard, I think Fu works. But then, besides Feast, they proceeded to do nothing with him and then didn't have the balls to kill him off.

At the end of the day, Fu is still the worst. He picks two literal children to do his bidding after doing nothing for over 100 years, while having access to all the other Miraculous, which is includes the TIME TRAVEL Miraculous. Doesn't do any background checks on these two children, so doesn't know if they'd be able to drop what they're doing at any time and go save Paris. Proceeds to only "train" one of the two heroes, and treats meeting him like a privilege they have to earn. I think they "earned" the right to meet him the moment he picked them to fix his mistakes. Barely properly trains Marinette (or it's all off-screen) and just ignores Adrien. Then when his own identity is at risk, he confiscates the Miraculous and proceeds to run away, leaving Paris at risk with 0 defenders. But at the end of the day, he's meant to be viewed as a wise martyr who just made a couple silly mistakes, and can now go live a carefree life despite doing fuck all to make amends for what he's done.

If you want a story about a disgraced mentor who's fucked up bad but then makes amends and grows from it AND is super entertaining? Just watch Rise Of The TMNT's Splinter. He's fantastic.

Fu rant aside, the true villain is of course the writing

In the hands of a good writer, Marinette and Adrien could be gold standard protagonists, I can feel it in my bones. But the show's... interesting (derogation) writing choices prevent them from living up to their true potential.

If you have the time, I recommend everyone take a look at this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfSszhlZVoU

How to alienate your audience. It's a very good video and super helpful for learning about writing. The short version is: A good writer presents a character without telling you how to feel about them. If you treat your audience like morons, lecturing them about how to feel about a character, you've failed as a writer.

And that's one of ML's biggest failings. It doesn't want you to have a nuanced viewing experience. It's either "Character X is good" or "Character Y is bad". Despite Fu being the fucking worst, the show bends over backwards to go "No no he's a amazing person. His not death is really tragic, be sad about it damnit!" Ladybug and Chat Noir can't be upset at Fu for his failings. Adrien can't get angry at him for neglecting him (but can then get mad at Ladybug for the same thing despite her NOT neglecting him. Fuck you, Kuro Neko) Marinette can't be upset at Fu for basically hijacking her life by choosing her to be Ladybug and then the Guardian The only character who's been angry at Fu is Su Han, but he's then "well actually"-ed into letting the issue go.

Fu gets to become a "tragic" character who just wants to be with his one true love. Ok, then use Time Travel to fix your mistake. Or unify the Ladybug and Black Cat to fix your mistake. Or use a power pulled outta the Rooster's ass to fix your mistake. And he doesn't have the excuse of "The Guardian can't use the Miraculous" because Ladybug and Jade Turtle are right there. I'm not gonna feel sympathetic for the guy who sat around, did nothing, ran away and then made Marinette do all the work for him. Am I talking about Fu or Adrien? We may never know.

Rant done.

#fu salt #ml writing salt #ml salt

[luvsae]

it was a bad day | karube daikichi

- short drabble | karube x gn!reader | angst but eventual fluff | no warnings :)

prompt taken from this post <3

Work was tiring, and you couldn't wait to get home and see your boyfriend, Karube.

It had been a bad day. Thinking about it could make you cry. First, it started with your boss yelling at you for spilling his coffee just a bit. It wasn't even that much, on his desk - you apologized a thousand times, but then he proceeded to yell at you to get him more.

Then, he yelled at you more when he brought in some work for you to do. It was humiliating as there were some people around you. You wanted to hide and sob, but you had to stay strong for yourself.

Now, as you're on the bus ride home, you dropped your papers in the hallway. No one helped you and instead just watched. You sighed loudly and picked it up before sitting down.

Your head rested on the window as music played through your headphones. The soft music almost relaxing your strong headache.

Just then, your phone buzzed, making you look down and see there was a text message from your boyfriend. With a smile, you opened the message.

k♡: miss you a lot. are you almost home?

you: yup! just a few more turns and im there :) miss you so much. it's been a long day

k♡: awww poor baby :( ill be here to talk to you

k♡ : 💗💗❤️❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❣️❣️💖💖

You laughed quietly to yourself as Karube texted you. He always spammed you with heart emojis, and you thought it was the cutest thing in the world.

Just then, your headphones died out of nowhere. You could've sworn you just charged them today, but you guess you used them too much.

A quiet sigh escaped you. You just wanted to get home quickly.

You finally got home and stepped off the bus.

Of course, you almost tripped in front of everyone. You quickly wiped off the embarrassment and went to the door. Luckily it was opened and you silently thanked your boyfriend for leaving it unlocked.

As you shut the door, you felt your eyes starting to water a bit. All the stress was finally catching up to you after this long day.

"Baby? Is that you?" The sound of your boyfriends voice filled the house.

You kicked off your shoes and walked into the living room. "Hi baby," you said quietly. "I'm home now."

"I missed you," he smiled at you. "So much."

"I missed you too." You said, your voice slightly cracking as you tried to speak quietly.

Karube noticed your tone and facial expression.

It was the one you had on when you were upset or about to cry. He knew you too well as he walked over to you. "Baby? What's wrong?"

You couldn't hold it in anymore - the tears started to run down your face, your silent sobs taking over.

"Oh, baby.." Karube wrapped his arms around you, rubbing your back as he kissed the top of your head. "It's okay. Let it all out."

You sobbed into your boyfriends chest. All the stress leaving your body as you did so. You've cried in front of him before, but you hated being sad like this.

"Do you wanna tell me what happened?" He asked.

You took a deep breath. "Are you sure you wanna hear?" You laughed sadly, "it's really long."

"I want to hear all of it," he answered. "I will be here to listen."

"Well, first it started when I got a coffee for my boss. I accidentally spilled some of his desk- away from all the important stuff and he yelled at me!" You started to say.

"That piece of shit." Karube added.

"Yeah, piece of shit," you sniffled. "Then..! Then, a few hours later, he was still mad at me, and he gave me a bunch of work, then yelled at me in front of everyone!"

"You deserve a better boss," he said. "No one should yell at you for something that small."

"I know," you sighed. "Then I dropped all my papers on the bus, then my headphones died, then I almost tripped on the way here."

Karube let go for a second to cup your face, pressing a few kisses on your forehead, lips, and nose. "I'm so sorry, y/n. You didn't deserve to have a bad day, and I hope I can make it better somehow. You deserve to at least have a relaxing night."

You laughed silently. "Thank you, baby. I just want to hug you right now, is that okay?"

"Of course," he said, wrapping your arms around you once more. "Always want to hug you."

There were a few moments of silence. The only sound peaking through was the cars driving past the house. You felt relaxed and happy to be in your boyfriends arms, but couldn't help to feel emotional.

"Please don't let go." You told your boyfriend.

"I won't, sweetheart."

#fanfic #fluff stuff #fluff scenario #alice in borderland #angst #karube daikichi x reader #karube x reader #karube daikichi #alice in borderland x reader #my fic

[pxrxcxa]

Opposite Ends

Chapter Four - The Freak At My Door Step

C1 | C2 | C3 | C5 | C6 | C7 | C8 | C9 | C10 | C11 | C12 | C13 pt1 | C13 pt 2 |

Chapter Five is out now, enjoy Sunflowers x 🌻

Pairing | Eddie x Female reader 18+. Steve x Robin x Female reader platonic friendship

Series summary | Dustins older sister got brought into the group during the events of Starcourt mall, 3 months on she's in her senior year and the kids are starting high school. After everything that went down she feels that she has to keep them safe at all costs, that includes keeping them way from the charismatic 'freak' Eddie Munson that runs a club based on their favourite game. They've both hated each other since freshman year -with good reason-, but when keeping distance between the kids and Eddie means putting herself in the firing line, boundaries get blurred, intentions get lost & the heart speaks louder than the brain.

The story is told from both Y/N & Eddies point of view.

What to expect | Slow burn enemies to lovers, Angst - with a happy ending, fluff & smut (in the later chapters). 18+ to read this story.

Series Warnings | Mentions of abuse, drug use, 18+ smut content

Chapter word count | 5.8 k Word count.

Chapter warnings | Drug use, Physical abuse, allusions to SA.

As always, any & all comments/reblogs are most appreciated - Love, P. x 🌿

Authors Note | This has been my favourite chapter to write so far, {I most definitely did not write this when I should have been sleeping for work 😐} As always, if you read the entire chapter then thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it, take care Sunflower 🌻 P. x

Eddie | October 1985

It felt almost illegal driving through the uppity higher social class of Hawkins, of course most of my activates lately were on the unlawful side so I shouldn’t have felt so uncomfortable. I was just so out of place here, a stain against the purity of our small-minded towns own slice of suburbia perfection. As I thundered down the street in my van leaving a trail of smoke that puffed out at random intervals, neighbours pulled their drawn curtains tighter, peeking out from behind them with judgment filled eyes to glare at the spider creeping in their midst. I was willing to bet everything I had – which wasn’t much admittedly - that they had dirtier secrets tucked beneath their pretty steamed carpets than I did in my uncle’s shabby trailer. 

The identical double story houses with picketed white fences and perfectly manicured lawns made me nauseous. I slowed to a stop at a red right, the trees that decorated the foot paths on both sides of the road, swayed in the moonlight as their remaining autumn leaves littered to the ground. I turned down Iron Maiden to tune into laughter behind me, a red glow poured in through the windshield as I glanced in my rear-view mirror, the freshman’s faces pulsing red from either the traffic light or the intensity of their conversation, I couldn’t tell. They had all opted to sit in the back of my van rather than next to me up front, even after a legendary night of playing Hellfire by my side the boys still seemed wary – if not a little frightened of me. Huh. I guess my reputation proceeded me. I grinned like a mad man at the notion, silently shaking with laughter. 

It rarely bothered me what the sheep of Hawkins thought about Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. ’86 was my year, I was going to graduate, flip principal Higgins the bird, snatch my diploma and run like hell out of this shit hole. In fact, I sort of preferred the repute that I had fraudulently been branded with, it kept people away. Something I long was used to and almost enjoyed. There was no one fascinating enough to in Hawkins to pay any attention to anyhow, well asides from the racy bartender with great tits from down at the Hideout that my band, – Corroded Coffin – played at on Tuesdays. She had occasionally shown me, in her words, ‘what a real groupie is capable of’. 

“Yeah man I told you, you were wrong!” Lucas shouted over the rumbling of the van. 

“You wanted to flee from Vecna and his cult, Mike and I wanted to fight.” Dustin pointed out. Mike nodding along beside him. 

“Yeah! To the death.” He added on, I smiled and reached down to a bag shoved out of sight, on the passenger side floor. 

“Yeah” retorted Lucas, “And look where that got us, Vecna decimated us, we only had 12 hit points left between the three of us!” He sighed and slumped back against the exposed rusty wall of the van. 

“Hey dunderheads.” They fell silent like they had forgotten who was driving, “There is no shame in running.” I sang as I tossed them a handful a fabric over my shoulder, three Hellfire shirts. They all shouted yelps of excitement.

“This is awesome.” Grinned Dustin, pulling his on immediately, forgetting his cap still placed on his head  and getting stuck in the neck hole. The light turned green, and I floored it, sending the kids sprawling in the back. 

“By the way am I supposed to know where you guys live or are you gonna tell me huh?” Mike gasped for air and grasped the sides of the seats to pull himself up beside me in the space between the front arm rests. 

“Turn. Down. Here.” He gasped in between deep breaths, grunting echoed from the back as Lucas tried to heave Dustin back to his feet, who soon went launching again as I took a sharp turn down the street Mike pointed out. My screeching stop flung Lucas into the back of my chair. Wheeler grabbed his bag and slid the side door open, stumbling into the cool night air. I leaned out my open window to glance up at his home, there was a light pouring out onto the front lawn from a bedroom on the second level – assumably Nancy’s, given the frilly pink curtains in the window. 

“Hey Wheeler, tell your sister I said Hi.” I smirked at him, he just sort of nodded his head with his mouth gaping wide as he looked at me in shock. I squinted at him as I considered the fact that Mike seemed to have this permanent blank look on his face, making it look like there was just absolutely nothing going on behind those dark eyes. Huh, I guess Mr and Mrs Wheeler gave all the brains to their eldest. Lucas quickly slithered out behind Mike, slightly shaking.

“Am I not driving you home Sinclair?” I questioned. 

“Oh – uh- it’s okay, I live close. I’ll walk the rest of the way, than-thanks though Eddie. And thanks for letting me come tonight, I was trying out for the basketball team earlier, that’s why I didn’t come with Dustin and Mike to meet you.” Ugh, the balls in laundry basket game. I groaned internally but shot Lucas a downturned smile. They were all actually alright at DnD - Hellfire would be in good hands once I passed the baton of dungeon master on- although I’d never tell them that. Little Henderson already had an ego bigger than he could handle.

“S’all good kid.” He flashed a hesitant smile and closed the door; Dustin quickly climbed into the passenger seat and clipped the seat belt in before I could take off again, his hands gripping the fabric beside his thighs. 

“So, what was up with your sister?” I asked, a slightly awkward silence settled between us, as a beat of stillness in-between a song ending and a new one beginning, filled the air. 

“Who knows, she’s been weird for a while now. Probably just got bored at the campaign.” For some reasons his words stung, as a dungeon master, I prided myself on bringing the game to life and engaging everyone involved. I worked my ass off organising the campaigns, and the thought that even someone as boring and uptight as y/n didn’t appreciate it, maddened me. “It’s just up here by the way.” He pointed out a corner block with the porch light on. I slowed automictically and considered the Henderson’s humble abode. It was chaotic, which kind of fit the image I had painted of their family, now having met the pair of siblings. Gumboots were scattered across the front porch, along with gardening tools that were desperately needed for the overgrown shrubs skirting the underside of the front rooms reading window. Loose blades of grass cluttered their driveway, I rolled down my window to inhale the smell of the freshly mown lawn. There wasn’t enough green at the trailer park, just dirt, gravel and the occasional patches of vegetation that hadn’t been driven over yet. I found myself finding any excuse to be in the woods near school, I handled all my deals there, using the justification of the seclusiveness it provided as to the reason why. But really it was because the billows of wind the whipped through the treetops and chirping birds that bounced off each other’s songs, made me feel like I was the only person in existence. It was the only place I didn’t have to guard my emotions from showing on my face or consider how my body language might be construed. 

“Huh” grunted Dustin, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Y/n isn’t home yet, I thought she would have come straight back.” There was only one car parked in front of the house. Assumably their parents since I knew y/n drove a cream Ford, I had watched her skip across the school car park enough times after forgetting to lock it, her hair whipping wildly as she ran late for a class. His words – hiding a thinly veiled tinge of concern- sent an eager feeling into my stomach. Y/n had forced her presence into one of my few safe spaces, invading the room with her essence, I could still smell remnants of her perfume lingering in the air long after she had fled from the meeting. She had snuck behind carefully guarded walls I kept in place against those I built them specifically for -the crowd she ran with. Or used to anyway. I hadn’t seen her joining them at their regular table for a few weeks, but once a peaked-in-high-school-c-grade-cheerleader-marry-a-one-time-jock, always one. She had probably just had a petty falling out with one of her teammates, she’d be back in the mix in no time, gossiping and attending parties once again.

I knew she wasn’t going to let Little Henderson come to Hellfire tonight alone, and I knew why. I wasn’t going to spill her little secret, but I was more than happy to continue letting her think that I was, if it made her uncomfortable. We needed new members to replace the seniors once they graduated -hopefully me along with them-, if that meant I had to put up with her for a couple of extra hours a week, then so be it. That didn’t mean I had to like it or make it easy for her. My mind ticked over in mere seconds while I considered all of this, pulling into their driveway slowly. She had invasively forced myself to expose a part of me I never expected to show y/n, all without my choice. I wanted to take that same power from her. I turned over my next words carefully as I twisted to Dustin, stopping him as he went to open his door. 

“D’ya mind if I use your bathroom Kid?” Cutting off his goodbye, his eyes flashed to the front of his house, where a large shadow was seemingly pacing behind the frosted glass. My heart halfway sunk. 

“If you’re parents wouldn’t be okay with that, s’all good man.” Not many residents of Hawkins would take kindly to the freak defiling their welcome mats. I went to slide the van out of park when he shook his head derisively.

“Nah that’s not it, I was just thinking about y/n. But she probably just went to see some friends, and it’s just my mom by the way. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” He smiled genuinely. Hesitantly, I returned it, wondering how Mrs Henderson’s two children, who grew up in the same home had turned out so differently. Sniggering slightly, I followed Dustin as he tromped up to the arched front door, a slight sheet of rain beginning to flow down, wondering what the hell happened for y/n to be so stuck-up when her brother was pretty cool. 

Dustin’s Mom was sweet and fluffy, and possibly dangerous as she trapped me in the hallway shoving an assortment of unidentifiable food under my nose, while little Henderson waved his arms behind her silently, mouthing something manically I couldn’t understand. 

“Uh thank you, no but thank you Mrs Henderson.” I laughed breathily as I tried to slip past her, my shoes sinking into the thick mustard coloured carpet. 

“Mom we’ll eat later! I need to show Eddie something.” I threw a polite smile over my shoulder and followed him down the hallway. 

“That’s the bathroom there Eds, I’ll be in my room – it’s the one at the end.” He jogged off leaving me to my own devices, knocking a photo frame off an end table with his bulky backpack. It hit the ground with a muted thud, and I bent down to retrieve it. The photo encompassed what I assumed was a family holiday. A much thinner Mrs Henderson was holding a much smaller Dustin as he squirmed in her arms, a large toothless grin decorating his chubby face. A tall balding man I presumed was Dustin’s father, had a wrinkled hand draped over a young y/n. Not a lot had changed physically from whenever this photo was taken to now, she was just a few inches shorter, and her face was less – haunted - There was no better word for it really. I had only been sharing a private joke with myself earlier when I considered why she was so bad-tempered all of the time. The girl I purposefully annoyed in calculus four times a week wasn’t anywhere in this photograph, I wondered what happened to change her carefree smile to one that screamed that there were angry secrets boiling beneath the surface of her thinly obscured façade, just waiting to burst through at the slightest puncture.  

I carefully placed the frame back as something grabbed my attention. I stepped forward and pushed the already ajar door just a few inches wider, exposing y/ns bedroom to my hungry eyes. She was just forever full of surprises, given how rigid she was about her appearance and grades I would have expected her room to look like she had OCD, which I honestly thought she had. Every time I’d knock the leg of her desk with my foot, sending her pencils rolling across her desk, she’d fix them with a huff and a side eye at me. 

But her room wasn’t what I imagined – not that I pictured y/n in her bedroom often. It wasn’t dirty per se, but it was positively the definition of messy. Clothes were thrown around the room, I could almost picture y/n ripping them out of her closet in frustration. I laughed to myself as my eyes soaked up the rest of her belongings. There was far too much makeup cluttering the desk that was pushed up against the wall and it was very yellow in here. Mostly due to the flower themed wallpaper faded with age. The family photos above her bed reflected that not much had changed in the room over the years, just y/n herself, with the addition of possessions accumulated throughout the ages. Shoes decorated the floor, and she had a gazillion blankets tangled on her bed. The jumper hung over her desk chair that had originally caught my focus, swung gently as a cool breezed flowed through the open window, sending her scent to wash over me. Her perfume was a hundred times more concentrated in here than back at Hellfire, it coated everything. It was a nice perfume -very nice- it smelled like the wildflowers that covered the meadow in the woods beside school. It just made me feel like I was choking on y/n’s essence, like she was standing right in front of me. My concertation swivelled to the full ashtray stacked on top of a few books atop her nightstand, as another breeze passed over me, clearing my head. 

Curiosity got the better of me, my feet carried me across her room to wrench the top draw of her side table open. I smirked. Scissors, papers and empty baggies cluttered the draw, very much like mine in my own room. Takes one to know one, I thought. Splatters of water danced across my knuckles as they ricocheted off the windowsill, I leant forward and snapped y/n’s window shut to save her bedspread from getting soaked as the rain beat down heavier and louder. Looking back down at the number of empty baggies, I considered something quickly, after a brief moment of weakness I reached deep into my jean pocket. 

“What the hell are you doing in here.” I slammed the draw shut as I spun around, already placing a mischievous but innocent smile on my face, like I was a child getting caught doing something I shouldn’t have, by someone I knew who wasn’t going to punish me. But it wasn’t Dustin or Mrs Henderson standing at the doorway. 

Y/n was staring wide eyed at me with her fists balled at her sides, dripping water onto her carpet, she was drenched from head to toe, shivering compulsively with black mascara running down her face. Her eyes were ringed red, like she had been crying but I wasn’t sure. She glanced down behind me suspiciously and stormed over to where I was frozen, leaving wet squishy footprints on the floor in her wake, shoving me out of the way to examine her bedside, making sure I hadn’t touched anything. 

“I know you’re stupid but you’re not deaf Munson, what the hell are you doing in here?” Her eyes darkened as she whirled to face me. Up this close our height difference was more prominent to me, she stared up angrily through her long eyelashes with her lips pursed, waiting for an answer. She had caught me invading her own private space, and I could see that it had had my desired effect. A crimson blush had started to fill her cheeks as her chest rose and fell rapidly, my jaw clenched as her sweet breath fanned over my face, momentarily sending my mind blank. 

"Well?" She growled. Her tone snapped me out of my short-lived moment of shock. I towered over her and opened my mouth to shoot an insult back harder at her, regretting my brief moment of kindness that she was about to discover, when Dustin appeared in the doorway, holding a small scale R2-D2 replica in one hand and some self-made mechanism in the other, a goofy smile dropping from his face at the sight of us.

Y/N | October 1985

The scent of his cologne tipped me off, well technically his van should have been the first thing, but the rain was pouring down so hard – as well as my tears that were falling harder and faster- by the time I finally made it home I couldn’t see more than three feet in front of me. I had just pulled my car over to the curb in front of my house instead of my usual spot in the driveway and dashed inside, pulling my jumper over my head to protect my face from the stinging rain. But Eddies cologne was a familiar scent to me, I had spent too many classes having it invade my mind whenever he would shift his weight at his desk, or a breeze would flow through the windows on his side of the classroom, to not recognise it now as I slammed the front door shut. The warm air was welcome as it lapped at my frozen skin. I followed his scent disbelievingly to my bedroom, wondering when the hell he had been in my house. Mom had the tv set turned up as loud as it would go, battling with the rain as she patted Mews 2.0 on her lap. I slipped past the living area undetected, my thoughts spinning as I considered what I was about to stumble into. 

I knew he was going to drive the boy’s home after my hurried departure earlier, but the scenario I had imagined was him barely slowing to a stop as he rolled past their houses and making the kids jump out of his van. After everything that happened tonight I was not ready – nor did I think I would have to– to deal with Eddie. Never in a million years did I expect him to invite himself in and make himself right at home. But there he was, in all his Eddie like glory, fumblingly with something on my dresser. The sight was so foreign to me, under no circumstance could I come up with a reason for Edward Munson to be standing in my childhood bedroom. But, infuriatingly so, he fit in perfectly – like the satisfying snap of a last puzzle piece – despite the two very different contrasts of our worlds colliding. A red checked flannel peaked out from beneath a black leather jacket, the colouring matching his dark jeans exactly. The chains that lined the pockets of his pants, jingled lightly with his movements and a skull patterned bandanna hung delicately from his back pocket. I stared daggers at the multitude of brown ringed curls tucked into his collar and yelled. 

He jumped out of his skin and spun to face me, a smile already sitting lazily on his face like I was the intruder here and he had every right to be ruffling through my things. The audacity. I narrowed my eyes dangerously as rage started to heat up my icy form, before I knew it, I was across the room, sweeping past his leather clad body to examine what he had been fondling, heat blossomed from my arm that brushed his clothed chest. Nothing seemed out of place, but my anger was already well and truly on its course of destruction. I twisted back to him as venomous words tumbled from my mouth, catching him off guard completely. Puppy like eyes stared down into mine as I leant forward angrily, closing the distance between us so he didn’t miss my intention entirely. Direct confrontation seemed the only way to deal with Eddie. His dark eyes flittered down to my lips for the briefest of seconds as my voice raised an octave, the moment sent a shudder through my frame. But I pressed on, unwillingly to be side tracked or closely examine why I had that reaction at all. 

Dustin appeared in my doorway, holding some dorky toys in his hands as his gaze flittered between the storm brewing in front of him. 

“Oh shit.” He muttered, his hands falling hopelessly to his sides. Without turning back to look at him, I grabbed a handful of fabric near Eddies elbow and shoved him towards the door, it was a slow-going process as he leant backwards, baring his whole body weight onto me and digging his heels into the carpet. A low chuckle grumbled from his chest as I spluttered for breath, with one last heave I shoved him into an unsuspecting Dustin, sending them toppling into the hallway outside.

“Get out of here!” I screamed, slamming the door behind them both. 

I collapsed onto my bed in a fetal position, not caring about my soaked clothes drenching the clean sheets underneath. Sobs racked my body as I buried another scream into a pillow. Hating Eddie. Hating myself. Hating everything that had occurred since Starcourt. A salty tear rolled down my cheek and rested at the corner of my mouth, I sat up with my feet on the edge of the bed. Pushing my wet hair out of my face, searching the ashtray for another half smoked joint. With success I brought it to my lips and hung my head in my hands, the images of tonight shoving themselves into the forefront of my brain. I sparked up in an attempt to drown them out.  

Earlier |

The nearest gas station was closer to home than school, I squeezed my legs tighter and debated my options. It seemed ridiculous that the janitor from school left every door except the bathrooms unlocked at night, admittedly I could have used the bathroom at home before we left, but now wasn't the time for logical arguments. There was a 7/11 a few corner blocks away from school and at this time of night, it was doubtful I’d run into anyone. Being a Friday night, the usual nocturnal crowd of Hawkins should be half buzzed at a house party by now, if not then definitely at the abandoned ‘Benny’s” . A cramp stabbed my abdomen, and I swerved my car left out of the car park, chasing the neon reflective nights of the corner store. Beer cans and cigarette butts littered the sidewalk of the shop as I drove past towards the entrance, I hastily jumped out of the car as I swung it round-about into an empty spot. The overhead lights of the fuel station flickered unnervingly, dousing my position in a wavering green light. I instinctively pulled my jumper tighter around me, tucking my arms under each other as dark clouds above me thundered menacingly, threating to drown me at any moment.

I watched the store clerk through the foggy glass windows, drearily mop the floor, his back turned to me. I reminded myself to grab something to eat on the way out, knowing that mom had definitely saved leftovers. I lightly jogged around the side of the building, heading for the unlocked public toilet, mentally already crinkling my nose in preparation of the lingering stench. As I rounded the corner, the smell of cigarettes hit me, and the sound of drunken laughs rang in my ears. Mechanically my steps quietened as I tried to sneak pass them unnoticed, a queasy sensation building in my stomach. With an icy shock down my spine, the fluorescent 7/11 lights threw the groups faces and their Hawkins High jersey jackets into sharp relief. Jason Carver stood huddle near his truck with a group of his teammates, hooting groggily as he downed the rest of his beer can. Apprehension turned to fear as I sped up, reaching for the bathroom door handle. Grateful for the cheap store owners, as the bulb hanging above the door had blown and evidently not been replaced. From my position I could see the group of seniors squishing cigarettes butts beneath their feet and crushing empty beer cans, but I was thankfully enveloped in the safety of the buildings shadow, hidden from their preying eyes. 

“It was a shit shot, man.” Jason grinned and shook his head, bringing his drink back to his lips, his face flushed with alcohol. Andy groaned pathetically, tossing his head as he dribbled beer. He clumsily wiped it from his mouth as he swung a heavy arm over Patrick’s shoulders. 

“Leave the kid alone man, Chrissy was just looking too damn good in that skirt tonight. He couldn’t focus, hell, none of us could.” Andy grinned triumphantly as two other boys I couldn’t remember the name of, laughed, agreeing with him. Jason kicked his can away and turned to glare at Andy, who in turn dropped his arm back to his side and stood up straight so he was eye to eye level with Jason. They sized each other for a moment, neither backing down as their audience watched with motionless breath, including me. Suddenly with a grin that looked forced, Jason clapped Andy on the shoulder, laughing. 

“Hell, yeah she did man, I don’t blame the kid for getting side-tracked.” The others let out a relieved sigh and I took advantage over the distraction to slip into the bathroom. The door let out the slightest of creeks and I slid inside the smallest of openings, light seeping out of the crack into the darkened carpark. I quickly snapped the door shut behind me and twisted the lock, hoping the guys were too drunk to notice the disturbance. I would wait in here all night until I heard the thunder of their engines fading in the distance if I had to, I wasn’t risking trying to sneak past them again, I didn’t think I’d be successful a second time. 

Torn toilet paper littered the floor, and the smell of stale urine attacked my nose. Covering half of my face with the sleeve of my sweater I went to clean myself up.

The faucet turned on with a squeak as I ran my hands under the freezing water, rinsing off the dirt from under my finger nails. I lifted my eyes to check my reflection in the dirtied mirror, only to see that it was already staring at me.

I gasped and flung back against the tiled wall, trying to put as much space between me and the monster in the reflection. Her face was covered in black spidery lines, writhing to life. She snapped her neck to the side, and it ran its eyes over my body, slowly grinning she placed her hands on the side of the mirror, her long taloned fingers curling around the edge – my edge – as she slowly began pulling herself through it towards me.

Cold sweat pooled in my hands and my knees buckled, as soon as my weight hit the floor, the dangly light above me flickered, concealing me in darkness. My hitched breathing roared in my ears, I squeezed my eyes shut as dizziness overcame me, I hoped I would pass out before she reached me. But that sweet abyss never came – and neither did she.

When I gathered enough courage to open my eyes again the small bathroom was filled with light to every corner, I turned over to the toilet, quickly snapping the lid back as I hurled up stomach bile and whatever small amount of food, I’d managed to eat this morning. While I pressed my forehead to the cold wall – not caring about whatever disease I was guaranteed to contract – I heard the sweet sound of an engine warm to life outside. Breathing a sigh of relief, I leaned back on my heels, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. I stayed on the ground a few moments before I was certain my legs could hold me.

Creeping back to the door, I pulled it open a slither and peered into the darkness, squinting. Damn glasses. I couldn’t see the glowing red cherry of a lit cigarette or hear any signs of existence, I figured it was safe. I tiptoed, hugging the rough brick of the building. Lurking in the shadows like I was the monster hiding in the dark. My taut muscles automatically relaxed as I spotted my car, picking up my pace as I longed to be huddled in the familiar setting, behind locked doors. 

I had barely put a sneakered foot onto the lighted footpath from a street lantern when a hoarse voice called my name. 

“Y/N” Jason shouted, I don’t know why I stopped and turned, why I didn’t run those last few feet to my car. He sounded far away when he called out to me, but as I spun to face him, he was pressed up against me. I stumbled back towards my parked car, and he mirrored my steps, never allowing more space to open up between us. My heels hit the back tire of the car, holding me in place. Jason quickly closed the gap between us, trapping me. 

“Y/N” He crooned, titling my chin with his finger to bring my lips closer to his. I clenched my jaw shut, refusing him access if he did decide to close the few inches remaining between our faces. He splayed his hand on my back window, next to my head, flexing his bicep in the process. His eyes soaked me up ravenously and I took the opportunity to scan my surroundings, looking for someone – anyone – to get help, the cashier had disappeared, seemingly done with cleaning for the moment. Jason must have seen me slink into the bathroom and remained behind after his friends took off. Just like earlier in school today, his free hand reached up to tug on my hair, looking for the ribbon I’d removed after he’d soiled it with his touch. 

“I missed you tonight.” His fingers moved from my hair to caress my exposed collar bone, tugging my jumper down lightly to feel the exposed skin above my chest. My eyes squeezed shut as his breathed painted my face, nearly knocking me out with the fumes. He’d had more than just beer tonight. I didn’t think he’d remember this in the morning, but I would. The sickly feeling of his warm fingertips tracing patterns on my skin would be forever etched in my mind.

Before Starcourt, I had playfully put off Jason’s advances, using Chrissy as the excuse. ‘She wouldn’t find out.’ He would beg, and I would shoot a seductive smile back him and say that I couldn’t risk it, letting him think that it was just his relationship holding us back from fooling around. Not the fact that I had seen something unnatural simmering beneath the surface in his eyes from the moment I met Jason.

I knew that a lusting man was less dangerous than one with a bruised ego, so I let him think what he wanted, fantasied about what he wanted because it was easier to fly under the radar than be a target. I had avoided being alone with him at all costs when I was a part of the cheer team, and consequently – his crowd-, skipping out on practices and leaving parties early, hanging off Chrissy’s arm to safely hide behind her observant eyes, keeping him at bay. 

But here now, alone with nothing stopping him. He was going to do what he wanted, take what he wanted. I doubted even my cries of No was going to be enough to deter him from what he had hunted for, for so long. He pinched the skin at the base of my neck as he waited for an answer. A lump formed in my throat as tears brimmed in my eyes, threating to spill over. 

“Why so frigid now babe?” He scoffed, genuine confusion clouding his features. He was under the impression that I had wanted this as much as him,

“Hey.” He snapped, sounding a little more sober this time. “Look at me.” He grabbed my jaw between his free hand harshly, pressing his fingers into my soft cheeks, definitely leaving long bruises there. I halted beneath his touch, stunned at the violent turn he had taken. A soft chiming bell in the distance snapped me out of my composure. 

“Hey!” The cashier yelled, brandishing his mop at the open door. “Buy something or move on, no loitering.” Jason turned away from me, yelling back at the older man, telling him to mind his own business. I took advantage as his grip slackened slightly, bringing my knee up between his legs.

Jason coughed and spluttered, stumbling forward as he doubled over, letting go of me completely. I threw myself through the unlocked driver’s side door of my car, quickly spinning back to lock it behind me. Jason’s hands slammed on my door, rattling the window. Spit bubbles formed at the corner of his mouth as he screamed obscenities at me. I revved the engine threateningly, throwing it into reverse. He jumped out of the way as I tore out of the park, the car dipped and scrapped as I drove over the gutter, the glowing lights of the 7/11 reflecting in my review mirror, growing smaller every second I pushed my Ford well over the speed limit and its own abilities. 

The hot tears I had been barely holding back, finally fell, steadily running down my face and blurring my vision as I curled over the steering wheel. Hysterical sobs racked my body as I blindly drove home, except home hadn’t felt like it for a long time, my cries became more desperate as the thought consumed me. I pushed down the accelerator. Willing the car to fly.

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Entry #3, November 10, 2117

This is the third entry of Project Marvels, or what I now like to call, ‘My novel-like diary’. I say this because I’m going to start writing these entries as both a story, AND a journal expressing my opinions. My boss actually gave me full permission to do this, by the way. Thanks, Silo!

But I don’t think Gate would say the same to him… You see, he actually got in trouble for making a new reploid without Silo asking him to do that. Fortunately, Gate managed to stop him from trashing the reploid, due to it being over 50% finished, which I found to be the few things Silo has done nice to anyone in this lab.

You see, he is REALLY bossy, and the only things he treats as actual beings are himself, and the reploids we were tasked to build. No one really wants to disagree with him, in fear that he might fire them on the spot. Honestly, I feel like he has double standards when it comes to his twin daughters, Presto and Allegro. Both do absolutely nothing to help us at all, and Silo just lets them do anything!

In fact, something happened today with our newest reploid, the shark one, that further proves how terrible these 2 man-children are. (Yes, both are adults)

When we got the shark reploid out of the creation chamber, he actually acted as if he had emotions. He looked at everything with a weird smile on his face, showing interest in his surroundings. That’s when those two doofus girls ran up to the new robot, and Presto yelled “Can I name him?!” at the top of her voice, prompting the poor reploid to cover his audio receptors on him, as if her voice was like a poison to him.

“Baby Shark is his name,” Presto gleefully called him with a punchable grin.

“NO!” Interjected Allegro. “Metal Shark PLAYER!” She yelled rather violently to her sister.

I turned back to Shark Player, which I guess is the better name, who was still covering his ears, again, as if noise was poison to him… I decided to tell everyone to go to the other room to let Shark Player relax.

“Gee,” Player said with disgust in his voice, “Those specimens are quite rowdy, aren’t they?”

I took the chance to introduce myself and suggested he should be named Metal Shark Player, which he kinda liked the name. Anyways, I brought him to his dorm room, right next to Wolfang’s. I took this as an opportunity to let Wolfang meet his new neighbor. They got along fine, but Player was acting like a mad scientist, and it made me a little uncomfortable. Player, without me telling him to do so, proceeded to go back to his dorm, leaving me and Wolfang alone. Wolfang decided to start a conversation.

“Alia?” He started.

“Yeah?” I replied back.

“When we went to get some decorations for my room, I saw this place called Mega Diner… Can we go there today?” He asked, with a hint of joy at the end.

I agreed to go there at lunch hour, which was about an hour away. When that time came, I told my boss I will bring Wolfang out to dine with me, and after informing him that I am NOT going on a date with someone I just met 3 days ago, he surprisingly let me do this.

 Me and Wolfang went to the diner. It was quite empty, except for about 4 customers other than us. One of those customers actually made me stop for a moment, and made me do a double take. There, in the corner of the diner, was one of the most highest classed Maverick Hunters in all of the city: Zero.

Beside him was this other blue reploid called X I hadn’t seen before around this side of the city, so I got curious, and walked over to them. X looked up, smiled and asked who I was. I was a bit nervous to tell them my name, but I REALLY wanted to get to know him.

“Are you ok, lady?” X asked me.

Perhaps an old joke may get them to like me, so I took my chances.

“...I-I threw b-butter… To make a b-butterfly!”

I pushed out a nervous laugh, as Zero and X sat in their chairs for a few moments, probably considering whether to laugh or not… That was a dumb joke, honestly.

Zero finally spoke to me and said to me, “Uh, your friend wants you, I think.”

I turned around and saw Wolfang, smiling while holding a big lunch bag.

“Sorry if the beer battered onion rings get you drunk, Alia.” He proudly told me, prompting X to giggle a bit.

“X, what’s so funny?” Zero asked in a joking way, “He must be a new reploid, he’s like a little sponge, you know!”

Finally, a topic I can talk to them about. I told them I was part of a research lab that made reploids, and if they ever wanted to see our progress, they could visit anytime. They said they would consider it.

After that chat, me and Wolfang left the diner with our food. Sadly, we didn’t eat together, mostly because Wolfang was more interested in talking with Shark Player. Oh, and Allegro bummed me out of an onion ring. That rude goblin. Anyways, this was Alia, signing off.

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𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 | jojolion; thirteen.

013 | strictly platonic apology.

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pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.7k+

★ . . . YOUR BRAIN FELT LIKE IT was trying to beat out of your skull. You managed to turn your head, singing sweet praise to the gods when you found a glass of water on your nightstand. You finished it in one go.

The urge to go back to sleep was great, but like a personal demon, your mind immediately reminded you that you had a curse hanging over your head and did not have the liberty of spending a day sleeping in. You dragged yourself out of bed and into the shower, turning the water as cold as it would go to jolt yourself awake. You spent all of five seconds in there before your body screamed in protest. When you went downstairs, you were still shivering.

For the second day in a row, Karera was at the kitchen table waiting for you. It was suspicious. She was more like a cat most days, gone when the sun came up and only returning late at night. 

“Morning,” you said casually. Not in the mood to eat, you started peeling a banana you found in the fridge. Only Karera would put it in there.

“You crashed pretty hard last night. Didn’t think you would wake up this morning.”

“Mhm.”

Karera kept her gaze on her phone. “What happened last night? We were out all night looking for you.”

It was starting to come back to you. The more you remembered, the more you felt like going back upstairs. “I met someone.”

“Oh? Did you hit it off?”

You didn’t answer. If last night had gone the way you remembered, she probably never wanted to see you again. You couldn’t go two seconds without pissing someone off, could you?

“I don’t want to talk about—”

“Well, too bad because you don’t have a choice. I was worried as hell last night. You just disappeared without telling anyone. And then you show up at the villa at midnight drunk out of your mind. I was scared you’d gotten lost or robbed or—” Karera scowled. “The least you can do is tell me what happened. Norisuke was ready to call the entire police force to look for you.”

Embarrassment curdled your tongue. How pathetic would it sound when you told Karera you’d thrown a fit over a phone call from your mother, met a cute girl and then proceeded to be the biggest asshole in Morioh?

“I didn’t know what to do with you,” Karera said quietly. She ran her fingers through her hair. “You were so mad. I’m not used to being the one who’s sober. I probably just made you more upset.”

You remembered dimly pushing Karera away when she’d tried to help you upstairs, sneering that she should let you be the drunk person for once. Could you have been any more of a dick last night?

You sat down next to Karera and told her everything. The phone call from your mother. Yasuho. Wanting to get drunk. To forget. The guy at the restaurant. Snapping at Yasuho. Feeling sorry for yourself. You admitted the fruit parlour hadn’t done much to help you and you were starting to realize how hopeless this whole thing was.

You rolled a die between your fingers, watching the pips catch the light. “We shouldn’t have come here,” you sighed. “I’m just wasting everyone’s time. I should have left the curse alone. If no one else could do it, why did I think that I could?”

Karera’s face was turning red. You raised your eyebrow, wondering if her blood pressure was finally catching up to her.

“You good?”

“No, you goddamn moron!” She grabbed your face and pulled you forwards, nearly off your chair. “I can’t believe you’re this dense! How can you say that nothing is going well when things couldn’t be better?” 

You opened your mouth but Karera cut you off. You hadn’t seen her this worked up since that one guy accused her of ripping him off for a toupée. Which, to be fair, she had.

“Joshu has already agreed to be your fiancé. Sure, he’s a douche and looks like one, but that’s already one person who’s willing to help you. Then you have Josuke, who’s cute, considerate, cares about you, and did I mention cute? I’ll admit that fruit parlour was a bit much. Norisuke’s old; they do that. But I know you have the number of at least five people from yesterday. That’s something! And then you meet this cute girl. You fumbled that spectacularly, yes, but she’s obviously into you otherwise she wouldn’t have taken you out! I bet if you apologized and grovelled a little, she wouldn’t hate you as much! That’s more than a handful of people who might be your true love!”

“But—”

“Y/N.” Karera pulled you closer so that your faces were inches apart. You could make out Karera’s individual lashes and the faint flecks in her dark eyes. “True love doesn’t happen right away. You may be under a curse, but this isn’t a fairy tale. You have to be brave, but you also have to be patient. All these people are being nudged your way for a reason. You have to trust yourself a little and let things play out. You still have three weeks left, not days. You can afford to take things slow.”

You were momentarily speechless. Karera had never spoken to you so intently. Her curls tumbled over her face, hiding one of her eyes.

“Love looks a little different for everyone,” Karera said softly. You could feel her breath stirring against your cheek. “That’s what makes it worth finding.”

Your heart skipped a beat. You brought up your hand, tucking one of Karera’s unruly curls behind her ear. 

Your hand lingered.

“The hell are you doing, bozo?” Karera smacked your hand away. She drew back and you realized how awkwardly you’d been leaning forward. “Don’t go falling in love with me. That’s not gonna help anyone.”

“I was just getting your hair out of the way,” you muttered. “Since you’re feeling so wise this morning, what should I do to apologize to Yasuho?”

Karera scratched under her bandana. “Do you know her number?”

“No.”

“Her social media?”

“No.”

“Do you know anything about her besides that she’s cute?”

“She’s got pink hair?”

“Gimme something to work with here. What the hell did you even talk about last night, then?”

Your face burned. “I wasn’t really thinking about that, alright?”

“Clearly. Well, this is a small town. Sort of. Let’s see if that thing about everyone knowing everyone is true.” Karera called someone on her phone, putting them on speaker. You didn’t know how to feel knowing Karera had Josuke on speed dial. 

“Hello?”

“Josuke, we need a favour. Y/N has gone and fumbled things. We need to fix it.”

Josuke’s voice sharpened with worry. “What happened? Are they alright?”

“I’m fine,” you said. “It’s not that serious, I just—”

“—met a cute girl last night and decided to act like a huge asshat. We need help finding out who she is so they can apologize.”

You shot Karera a dirty look.

“Uh, I dunno how much I can help there but I’ll try. What can you tell me about her?”

Karera counted off her fingers. “She’s cute, around our age, has pink hair and her name’s Yasuho.”

“Yasuho? Hirose Yasuho?”

“Wait, you know who that is?” you asked.

“I do, actually. We’re good friends. I was going to introduce the two of you but it’s great that you already met.” A pause. “Maybe not under these circumstances, but still.”

“See? This is all working out. Josuke, I need you to send over her address to Y/N’s phone. And maybe something that she likes. Food or something.”

“I could just text you her number and—” 

“No! Y/N has to show up gallantly at Yasuho’s doorstep! A measly text isn’t enough to smooth things over!”

“It isn’t?” you deadpanned.

“Do you wanna find your true love or not? If Yasuho turns out to be the one, you’re gonna regret not going the extra mile for her.”

“Yasuho is very sweet,” Josuke said. “She doesn’t need anything grand. If anything, she might prefer—”

“Address, Josuke.”

“Isn’t she going to find it creepy that I know where she lives?” you asked.

“All’s fair in love and war,” Karera said. “She’ll love it, trust me. I’m here to help you.”

You thought about what Yasuho had said about her mother and finding it hard to stay inside. You resolved to be tactful throughout this endeavour. You weren’t looking to make a spectacle.

Your phone lit up with a notification. 

“That’s her address. She has classes during the day so you’ll have to wait until this afternoon if you want to catch her. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“Josuke, you’re awfully sweet but Y/N has to do this themself,” Karera said.

“If you say so.”

“Is there anything she likes? Chocolate? Sweets?”

“I’m going to apologize, not propose,” you muttered.

Josuke took a moment to think. “It’s a little far, but there’s a store that sells sesame honey dumplings …”

You rang Yasuho’s doorbell, stepping back so you wouldn’t crowd the door. The outfit Karera had stuffed you into made you look like a kid sweating in church. You wouldn’t be surprised if your collar was slowly suffocating you. The way no one seemed to think you could dress yourself was starting to get insulting. 

Sighing, you shifted the box of dumplings to our other arm, trying not to crush the bouquet of yellow daffodils. According to Karera, they were prime “apology flowers”.

Five minutes passed and no one came to open the door. You rang the doorbell again, feeling sweat prickle along your forehead. Karera would raise hell if she knew you hadn’t even gone inside Yasuho’s house.

Another five minutes trickled by. You were debating between ringing again or just leaving the flowers and dumplings when the doorknob twisted. You straightened, sucked in your stomach, and put on your most contrite smile.

A woman opened the door. Her dark hair was drawn into pigtails with circular hair clips and you thought it was cute that she and Yasuho matched hairstyles. Well, Yasuho, her mother, and Norisuke.

“Can I help you?”

“Good afternoon. I’m L/N Y/N, a friend of Yasuho’s. I’m sorry for coming by out of nowhere. I owe Yasuho an apology for being inconsiderate yesterday. Is it okay if I talk to her?”

The suspicious look in Yasuho’s mother’s eyes eventually faded when she realized no murderer worth their salt would wear such a tight collar or bring a bouquet of daffodils.

“I’ll let her know you’re here,” she said.

As you slipped off your shoes by the front door, Yasuho’s mother hollered up the stairs for Yasuho. You followed her the living room, only sitting down when Yasuho’s mother gestured that it was alright. You centered the dumpling box on the coffee table but kept the daffodils in your lap.

You felt jittery all of a sudden. Was it hot in here?

“Would you like something to drink?” Yasuho’s mother asked.

“No, thank you, Hirose-san.”

Yasuho’s mother’s lips thinned. “Suzuyo is fine,” she said curtly. “How long have you and my daughter known each other?”

Less than twenty-four hours.

“Not that long,” you said pleasantly. 

Suzuyo eyed the daffodils. “And you’re close?”

“We’re friends.”

The strangest thought occurred to you then. It was almost like … well, it was almost like you and Yasuho were dating and you were here to meet her mother. How funny was that?

“Y/N?” Yasuho appeared then, her eyebrows drawn together. You waved, then instantly felt stupid.

“Hey. Is it a bad time? I can come back.”

“No, it’s okay.” Yasuho looked between you and her mother. When Suzuyo didn’t leave, Yasuho cleared her throat. “Mom? A little privacy?”

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” her mother said, a little unnecessarily. Her departure was followed by pots and pans clanging together a little too loudly to be natural.

Yasuho took a seat on one of the armchairs. “Did you get home okay last night?”

“Yeah, I did.” You handed her the daffodils and nodded at the box of dumplings. “These are for you.”

Yasuho’s face flushed slightly. “Oh, thank you. What for?”

“I wanted to apologize for being such an asshole last night. You were nice enough to hang out with me when I was feeling shitty and I paid you back by acting like a prick and using my Stand out of nowhere. I should’ve warned you.” You shook your head. “Actually, I shouldn’t have done that at all. I just feel terrible that you were so nice to me and I ended your night like that. It was stupid and I’m sorry.”

Yasuho opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again. “I appreciate the apology. I could tell you weren’t yourself last night, though. We all have days like that so I don’t blame you. And your Stand did repair that guy’s hand, so I guess it isn’t all bad.”

You wished his hand had stayed mangled. Bastard had been ogling Yasuho so hard you were surprised she hadn’t noticed.

“How did you know I liked these?” Yasuho reached for the dumpling box, tearing the wrapping. 

“Oh, I asked around and people said Morioh was famous for these.”

“It is. Have you ever tried one?”

“No, actually.”

Yasuho took a dumpling for herself and held out the box to you. “We can’t have that. Try one. Right now.”

“But it’s your—”

“—apology gift and I can do what I want with it. You can’t go to Morioh and not have a honey sesame dumpling. Try one. Or I won’t forgive you.”

You bit back a smile and took one. 

“There’s filling inside so make sure you bite with your back teeth,” Yasuho said. “I’ve lost count of the number of times the filling goes shooting out of people’s mouths.”

You did as she said. The filling filled your mouth, gooey with just the perfect amount of sweetness. That coupled with the chewy dumpling, and you were already planning to go back to the store to buy their entire stock.

Yasuho smiled. She popped her dumpling in her mouth, looking pleased.

“Yasuho, I’ve decided.”

You and Yasuho both turned to find Suzuyo’s mother hovering behind the armchair. Her eyes were misty and she brought a hand up to cover her mouth.

“If the two of you are happy, then there’s nothing for me to say. I give you my blessing.”

“Mom, what?!”

Suzuyo went to grasp your shoulder. “I had my doubts about you, seeing as I’ve never heard of you, but you dressed so nicely just to drop by. You brought sweets and Yasuho’s favourite flowers.

“I don’t even like daffodils!” Yasuho exclaimed.

“Yasuho hasn’t had much luck with dating. First that dreadful med student and then Joshu … I’d given up on going to my daughter’s wedding. But I can tell that you’re different. You’ll treat Yasuho with dignity and respect and love her wholeheartedly. I can just see that you’re that kind of person.”

Yasuho rose suddenly. Her face was about the same shade as her hair. “I’ll see you out, Y/N.”

“Why? Feel free to stay for dinner, sweetheart. I’d love to know more about how the two of you met and—”

Yasuho all but dragged you outside. She didn’t stop walking until her house was out of sight.

“Sorry about that,” you said sheepishly. “I should’ve made it clearer to your mom that this was a strictly platonic apology.”

“When my mom’s not drunk, she’s crazy,” Yasuho sighed. 

“Payback for yesterday.”

Yasuho shook her head. “Was all that stuff you said last night about your curse true? You really only have a few weeks to find your true love?”

“Or I’ll lose everything,” you said blithely.

“That must be hard. I can’t imagine what I would do if I was in your shoes.”

“I’m just taking it one day at a time,” you said, thinking about what Karera had said. “I try not to think about it too much.”

“Well, I want to help,” Yasuho said. “Gimme your phone. We’ll exchange numbers. If we work together, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”

A thrill went through your stomach. You handed over your phone, trying not to smile too much.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. There's not a lot I can do except fall in love.”

Yasuho drew close all of a sudden. A sparkle went through her eyes.

“It’ll happen. I know it will.”

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[ksyongi]

reaction to you teasing them- vocal unit

pairing: seventeen vocal unit x fem!reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, smut-ish?

warnings: suggestive content, slight smut minors dni, lowercase post other than dialouge, kissing

an: first time writing the bare minimum for smut so its bad ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ

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jeonghan: you needed to leave the house due to your planned day out with your close friend. however, jeonghan would not let you go until he got his kiss. as you were going to walk out of the room, he was seated on the bed, "hey where's my goodbye kiss" he said. you quickly walked over to him and gave him a quick peck. he pulled you down onto his waist as the kiss was getting heated. he placed his arms on your hips not letting you escape. "jeonghan. i. need. to. leave" you said between kisses. "your friend can wait," he said before going back into the kiss. you started grinding down on him and he got caught off guard, loosening his grip on your waist. you took the opportunity to escape, saying "i'll be late, don't want them to get mad!" "you can't tease me like that" he stormed out trying to catch you. you managed to go out before he got hold for you. he muttered to himself "oh she's so gonna get it when she gets home.

joshua: you wanted to repay him for giving you head, getting on your knees to palm his cock, you started pumping it at a faster speed, his release about to come before you slow down. whines were heard as you smirk, you had him wrapped around your fingers. "princess don't tease me-" before you chuckled and went back to your original speed. "you can handle it joshy, don't forget how many orgasms you denied for me just now. you'll eventually get it if you decide to be a good boy." after denying his orgasms another 2 times, you finally let him cum. a sigh of relief could be heard, he quickly took the chance to flip you over. "you had the chance to top me, now you better be a good girl."

woozi: having a boyfriend that is a workaholic is sometimes really annoying. you were feeling needy, really really needy for him, trying to hint to him through small gestures but he could never get the hint due to him facing the rather large computer screen in front of him most of the time. you walked over to him, plopping yourself on his lap. he isn't big on affection but he would give in due to being unable to spend as much time with you due to work. you would press kisses on his neck, then proceed to place hickies. you would then finally get the courage to tell him what you wanted him to do to you, slowly starting to grind on him. "i want you to fuck me so hard i cannot walk tomorrow, i wanna be a good girl for you." you then got off his lap and attempted to leave the room and fail with his grip on your wrist. "there is no way you are escaping" he comments before pushing you onto the couch.

dk: going to your parents place for dinner was originally supposed to be a mini bonding session, but not a time for both your parents and seokmin to embarrass you. telling stories about how you always get all jumpy when seokmin did the smallest of gestures before you started dating, or how you would always come home and tell your parents about him. seokmin did not listen to your cries for him to say no when your mom asked if she should tell him about the time you got upset because you saw him with another girl. proceeding to lightly palm him through his boxers. you felt him stiffen and try to move your hand but you refused. you did not let him get his release and your parents kept asking him if he was okay. when you managed to have some alone time in your room, he did not waste time and went in for a kiss. well i can say, he let you have your way since he deserved it and he did not have an easy time keeping quiet.

seungkwan: you two were watching a movie jeonghan recommended, but you did not know jeonghan would watch such a mature and explicit movie. when it started getting intense, seungkwan was stiff next to you. "kwannie, no need to be so stiff, its just a show" he softly said "its just a show... why is it making me feel horny then" you quickly turn to face him before attaching your lips to his, one hand trying to find the remote to switch off the television. the other hand starting to unbutton his shirt before stopping and saying "actually, you haven't told me what you wanted yet, how about you do that and i might give you what you want." he tsks before saying "i know you want it too, don't make me do such-" he stops mid sentence due to you starting to place wet kisses on his neck trying to find his sweet spot. "do you want to repeat what you said?" you say before continuing. he whined and said "you know what i want already, can you just do it please" you shake your head, your moment getting ruined by your phone ringing. seungkwan tries to decline it seeing its your friend but fails and you get you phone and say "better gain the courage before i come back kwannie~" he rolls his eyes before muttering under his breath "i swear to god, shes such a tease."

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[laurfilijames]

High Time

Pairing: Anders Johnson x female reader

Words: 4,467

Warnings: use of marijuana, protected M/F intercourse.

Summary: After having a busy morning at work and being gifted a joint from Olaf, Anders calls on you to skip out on work early for an afternoon rendezvous.

A/N: this is a re-write of this headcanon I made a while ago that after some discussions with a couple of good friends, felt deserved to be turned into a full-blown fic. Anders smoking is a kink so please enjoy it along with me!

This fic can be read on its own or in correlation with all of my other Anders stories, this happening at the beginning of their “relationship”.

Special thanks to @i-did-not-mean-to for beta’ing it and @blairsanne for the photos and gifs of Anders!

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Anders had a busy day ahead, and from the moment his alarm went off, he dreaded it. Meeting after meeting was scheduled, and before he had bolted out the door yesterday, Dawn warned him to be punctual and focused.

He'd already done everything he could think to do that wasn't his actual job; from a coffee run, to slowly drinking said coffee, to reading the newspaper very thoroughly.

"Anders-"

"Dawn, I can't let my coffee go cold. I'm almost finished and then I'll start working," he assured her with a grin he prayed would be enough to convince her of his lie and sweeten her up, but she just glared at him and huffed as she turned back toward her desk.

"I know you're capable of multitasking!" Her shout carried across the office, and Anders spun around in his chair before dignifying her snarky remark with a response.

"Who told you?" he retorted playfully, which only made her yell his name again in frustration, making him figure he should actually get to work rather than continue to piss off his very dedicated, and only, employee.

Two measly hours had passed and although he knew he couldn't leave, he found himself thinking of every excuse possible to go home.

Every time he opened his mouth to speak, Dawn would look up and give him a pointed look, stopping him before the words came out. She had just finished telling him not to utter another word to her as she tried to prepare for the first meeting, but as Anders finally got into a groove and had a question about the client, he debated asking. He stood from his desk and carefully made his way over to hers, his hands in his pockets as he cautiously approached as if she was a ferocious animal he had no right to get close to.

"Dawn, I-" he began, one hand moving to gesture in the air, quickly retracting when she looked up at him with an exasperated look and cut him off with one word.

"Don't."

"Okay, okay!" He held his hands up and turned on his heel, not wanting to press his luck or cause her to go on stress leave because of him, but he also felt the need to cheer her up a bit despite being the cause of her grief. Stopping beside the partition that divided the office, he spun around and tilted his head, squinting at her as she proceeded to ignore him. "You know, sometimes I wonder if it's actually me you're mad at, and you're not just hungry?" He raised his eyebrows at her as she glared at him, and when she didn't scold him, he continued. "I could always go get you a snack…" he said enticingly, pushing off the wall to return to his desk. Looking over his shoulder, he flashed her a smile he knew would bring one out on her own still-scowling face, satisfied with himself when he saw her lips twitch in her effort to keep it hidden.

He sighed as he sat back in his chair, telling himself that he would sit and focus in order to make her job easier, but after another thirty minutes went by and he accomplished nothing, he began to curse the day all over again.

The first meeting went as well as it could have, but even with that bit of relief, Anders was dreading the next one. He felt completely unprepared for it and was tempted to use his powers during it in order to wrap it up quickly and achieve the result they wanted, knowing that otherwise it would likely go on for hours and be a struggle to work out a deal.

Then things started to look up.

In walked Olaf, insisting to Dawn that he wasn't here to bother Anders, but for something extremely important.

Anders sat watching the interaction, toying with a pen on his lips in amusement as Olaf tried to win her over. Not getting his way, but proceeding through regardless, he walked over to Anders' desk with a grimace on his face.

"Why do you always make her so mad, Anders?" Olaf whispered, pulling something out of the pocket of his surf shorts.

Anders held his hand up lazily, unable, and also not wanting to get into the many reasons why, and his attitude quickly perked up upon seeing what his Grandpa held in his hand.

"Ooo, what is that?" he asked excitedly, sitting forward in his chair.

Olaf held out a joint and placed it on Anders’ desk, bowing slightly. "A token of my appreciation for my Grandson."

"Your favourite Grandson!" Anders chided, looking up at him before picking up the expertly rolled paper to play with between his fingers.

His thoughts instantly went to you, tuning out whatever Olaf was saying completely, the feel of the paper on his fingertips and the potent smell emitting from it reminding him of the last time he got high with you. You and smoking weed went hand in hand now; every time he smoked it was with you, right before you had absolutely mind blowing sex. A grin broke out on his face, and he was snapped back to the present when Olaf said something.

"Sorry, what?" He looked up at Olaf who was looking down at him with a puzzled, and slightly pensive look, one of his eyebrows hooked high.

"You're clearly too distracted today to be bothered with god stuff, plus I don't think Dawn is going to let you scurry away any time soon."

"Hold on, what god stuff?"

"A problem for other gods," he proclaimed vaguely, looking ambiguous, and Anders knew he was about to go off on a cryptic spiel; one he didn't have time for. To his surprise, the family oracle kept it short, nodding over at Dawn as he added, "You have problems of your own."

He made to turn toward the exit but paused, pointing at the joint still in Anders' hand. "At least you can have some fun with that."

Oh, he'd be sure to, he thought.

Anders brought the joint to his nose and inhaled, thinking how you were better than any effect the marijuana could have, no matter how good Olaf said the high was.

His head whipped up as he heard the door shut behind Olaf, seeing Dawn standing in the middle of the office with her arms crossed.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said shortly, her eyes drawn to the distraction he was still holding.

Even though he knew he couldn't, all he could think about was leaving; calling your number and telling you to meet him at his apartment, the temptation to get each other high from pot and pleasure hard to resist. He put the joint down and opened his laptop, determined not to think about you, but it was no use. The joint taunted him out of the corner of his eye as his fingers typed aimlessly on his keyboard, each moment more of a struggle than the last.

He rubbed his hand over his mouth, willing himself to concentrate, but images of you naked on his bed with smoke billowing out of your mouth flashed in his mind and a rush of blood went to his cock.

Anders stood abruptly and grabbed his keys, tossing them into his hand as he reached for the joint with the other, tucking it in his pocket. He needed you. Now.

“Anders!” Dawn shouted as he scooted past her desk and out the door.

“Sorry, Dawnsie, something's come up!"

"But the meeting is in forty minutes!"

He stopped before reaching the door to go outside, turning to face her after she chased him into the hallway.

"Dawn, listen to me," he began, summoning his powers to assist his plans, but not moving from his position in the doorway. "You are going to handle this meeting just fine on your own, better than I could with you. You don't need me." She stopped walking, her mouth open from wanting to challenge him, only to close it when his words melted over her. "You are my rock, my plinth, the reason JPR still stands. I have every bit of faith in you." He meant the words as he said them, knowing every part of it was true and Dawn nodded in agreement, prompting him to push open the door and leave her to run the place on her own for the rest of the day.

He never worried when she was around, but even now as he began to feel guilty for putting this all on her, the smile she gave him at his praise for her hard work made him stand tall with his decision. The company was nothing without her, and he'd be sure to add a little bonus to her next pay because of it.

The midday sun was hot on his face as he walked to his car, excitement pulling in his stomach in anticipation of what the rest of his day held. He pulled his phone out of his pocket as he made his way to the parking lot, pressing the call button under your contact.

"You couldn't get off work early, could you?" he said as soon as you answered, not bothering to waste time with pleasantries.

"Ummm…" you contemplated on the other end, wondering what Anders was on about as you double checked the time.

“I promise to get you off…” he said through a grin, trying to convince you. When you contemplated for another moment without saying anything, Anders stopped walking, his voice dropping low in a lustful plea. "Just say yes."

"Yes."

Anders drove as quickly as he could through the city, trying to make it to his apartment before your arrival. After swearing at a couple of slow drivers and tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel at a red light, he pulled up in front of his building to meet you and your impeccable timing. His hunger for you grew as he watched you step out of your car, pausing to appreciate you before he unlocked the glass door, eager to get you inside.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he grinned at you. “I’ve got a fun afternoon planned for us.”

You returned his excitement and walked in through the door that he held open for you, jumping slightly as he grabbed your bum, the low growl that resounded from him making you flush.

"I always have fun with you, Anders."

"Hmm, good, but I also have a little surprise."

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" you asked, eyeing him curiously with your head crooked to the side.

Once you make it inside the apartment, Anders spun you into him and kissed you with an eagerness he always seemed to have with you, making any lingering remorse about leaving work early disappear with every pass off his tongue in your mouth.

You felt his hands crawl up under your dress to lift it over your hips, his fingers slipping in the side of your panties to glide along your slick folds. He chuckled against you, "So fucking wet for me already."

"I can't seem to help myself when it comes to you," you purred, trying to maintain eye contact as he delved two of his fingers inside you. "My panties were soaked as soon as your name appeared on my phone."

His dimples broke out on either side of his face at your remark, his pride beaming as you stroked his ego as well as his cock that was straining against his pants with your hand.

Anders tugged at the straps of your dress to expose your chest while he continued to fuck you with his talented fingers, his mouth planting wet kisses along every part of your skin that was revealed. He bent slightly as he moved down to your stomach, making you flinch as his short beard grazed the ticklish flesh. He removed his fingers from you in order to rid you completely of your garment, leaving you standing in only your bra and panties that were now stretched out and hanging messily on your body. Anders tugged at them roughly, letting them pool at your feet, his hands flying up to cup your cheeks and kiss you fiercely. "I love how you smell when you're like this, gorgeous," he admitted in a husky voice, the scent of your arousal faint but unmistakable, and more flooded through to your core in knowing his appreciation of it. Salacious as ever now, you crashed your mouth against this again, your hands gripping and pulling to get through his clothes to his skin, not wanting to waste any more time in getting him just as naked as you were.

You made quick work of the buttons on his dress shirt, taking a breathless pause from kissing to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers, the thin material of his boxers warm and slightly damp from where his cock already leaked at the tip. It bounced against you when you freed him, and you immediately gripped his shaft and moved your hand up and down in teasing strokes, forcing Anders closer to you to press you up against the wall. Your bodies were a mess of limbs and sloppy kisses, your foreplay quickly becoming at risk of no longer being so until finally Anders began guiding you further into his flat.

Your bra was unhooked and discarded somewhere between the entryway and his bedroom, the path between followed effortlessly without sight as you remained locked together at the lips.

You stood groping his hot skin, the scent of his cologne wafting from him the warmer he became, and you moaned into his mouth when the tip of his cock nudged at the apex of your thighs.

"Fuck me, you get me so damn hard," he grunted through clenched teeth, his ability to resist splitting you in two right then being tested.

Before either of you could abandon all sense and give into the temptation of having him bare inside you, Anders grabbed a condom from his nightstand as you took a seat on the bed, and in the frenzy of getting to the main event, he almost forgot the reason behind your mid-day rendezvous.

He reached for his pants and took the joint out of his pocket, holding it up for you to see while giving you an enticing look.

You nodded at him with surpressed eagerness as he began searching for a lighter, looking forward to the combined effects of the weed and the outstanding sex you knew you were about to experience.

You didn’t smoke often, and lately the only time you did was during a hook-up with Anders, the high you got from it increasing your libido and making your time with him even more earth-shattering. The weed had an opposite effect on him, making him loose and relaxed and wanting to take his time with you, resulting in the two of you complimenting each other’s needs perfectly.

You admired him from your spot on the edge of the bed as he placed the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, tossing the lighter on the dresser as he inhaled to ignite the end, his other hand moving to pump his shaft a couple of times. Your mouth watered at the sight, and it wasn't from anticipating the taste of the drug in your mouth. The muscles in his body moved with his actions, and you recrossed your legs in order to gain some friction on your soaked and aching core.

Anders took a step over to you and held out the joint for you to take, the look in his eyes telling you he knew exactly how ready you were for him, a mischievous grin playing across his face as he opened the condom and rolled it over his stiff cock.

You took a long drag as Anders leaned over you, causing you to lay back on the bed and prop yourself up on your elbows. When you exhaled he crawled over you, his knee parting your legs, covering your mouth with his to capture the smoke as it left your lungs.

You whimpered into him as he deepened the kiss, the tip of the condom brushing against your clit as he pressed himself against you more, making you shudder with desperation for him to give you what you craved.

Your hardened nipples grazed against his soft chest hair, and already things felt heightened to you. You felt needy, yet ready to give him anything he requested, spreading your legs further apart to invite him in. Anders broke your kiss as he lined himself up to your entrance, ready to push through your soaked folds, pausing to look at you hungrily. He plucked the joint out of your hand before taking another drag from it, his eyes closing momentarily as he drew in the drug.

You fell back completely into the mattress, wrapping one leg up on his waist to pull him into you, his lips grazing yours that were parted and waiting for him to exhale the hot plume into your mouth. His stubble scratched your chin and lips, his tongue crashing against yours in a purposeful way as you exchanged the smoke back and forth until the last whisps disappeared into the room.

You moaned as he plunged into you and you began rolling your hips against each other, finding a steady pace that made your head spin.

Anders reached over to place the joint on the nightstand, no longer needing it to reach the level of ecstasy he sought; being with you was all he really needed.

Your body moved back and forth against the sheets in time with his thrusts, your mind already lost in a haze as his lips slowly kissed and sucked along your neck and chest, and you said a silent prayer that this high would last forever. One of his hands meticulously slid up and down your thigh and bum, gripping at your cheek to spread you apart, the action making you drive yourself against him harder to force him even deeper. He hooked your leg up higher on his waist, following your lead to move at a rougher tempo, and soon the inebriation you really desired was building up within you. The coarse hairs on his lower belly rubbed against your tingling bundle of nerves with every grind of his body on yours, preventing you from holding back your cries of passion any longer.

Your sounds encouraged him more, your mewling and begging music to Bragi's ears, and he smiled against your neck at getting you to this state, rewarding you with deep, controlled thrusts.

"Harder," you called out, clawing at his back. "Please, Anders!"

He dared to laugh, shaking his head slightly before he slowed even more. "Oh, no, I'm not done with you yet. I like taking my time with you." His amusement was clear in his cerulean eyes, but his smile faded the longer he looked at you. "I have too much fun with you when you're like this... begging and desperate for me to fuck you rough and fast." He stooped his face close to yours and stole a kiss, hovering against your lips without fully pulling away, his words feeling like they were echoing in your ears when he continued. "But I suppose if that's really what you want, I can do that for you, since you're always so good for me."

You felt like the effects of the weed hit you all at once, your mind foggy and unable to focus on anything other than him above you and the sensation of him buried in you; his words and the fullness of his cock making you somehow feel weighed down and afloat at the same time.

You fought the haze that surrounded you, lifting your head up off the mattress to connect your lips with his again, needing his kiss to ground you.

Anders broke away from you with a deep growl, his resolve fading the longer you paused in moving in time with each other. "Is that what you want?" he asked, giving your body that lay waiting beneath him a once-over that brought out a dark lust in his eyes.

You nodded slowly, confirming your need for him to ruin you, but the movement of your head didn't satisfy him as an answer.

"Tell me." His voice was stern, sending a rush of excitement through you, and you swallowed thickly before finding your voice.

"I want you to fuck me hard." You blinked and looked down at his lips as he licked them, his gaze suddenly making you feel coy.

"And?" Anders tipped his head in order to get you to look him in the eyes again, his eyebrows raising as he waited for you to continue.

"And I don't want you to stop even after I come." As soon as you made your deepest desire known, you were happy you admitted it, seeing his face light up with a splitting grin that brought his dimples out to adorn his godly features.

"That's my girl," he smiled, and crashed his mouth against yours as he resumed thrusting in and out of you.

His grunts and your mewling mixed with the sound of the headboard hitting the stone wall as he hammered you again and again, his assault on your body everything you had hoped for. The pressure in your core built up powerfully to a point where you couldn't hold back any longer, and fiery sparks bit at your nerves as Anders gave you everything he had.

Losing all control of yourself, your nails raked at his skin and you screamed a piercing cry, your body spasming through your climax. Anders kept his word and pounded into you with relentless force, causing the aftershocks of your orgasm to linger in anticipation of an encore.

"You want more?" he asked through panting breaths, his open mouth dragging over your collarbone and up your neck as he continued to rack your body.

"Yes, Anders!" you begged. "I'm so close again." The friction of the condom on your still-tingling cervix had you seeing stars, and the euphoria you felt from the way the weed affected you no longer came close to what Anders' treatment of you did.

You could tell he was close too, the way he grabbed at your flesh with blind desperation and how his sounds became less careful of displaying how he truly felt. His tempo became erratic, but still strong in his effort to not let off, and with a renewed burst of energy, Anders gripped your hip with one hand and pulled you even closer to him as he fucked you through to his end. Without warning your second orgasm tore through you, your insides contracting to strangle his cock that pulsed against your tight walls, his rough actions gracing you consecutively with bliss faster than you had ever experienced before.

Pulling out of you, he collapsed beside you on his back, his breathlessness quickly turning into an elated chuckle that told you it had felt just as intense for him. You rolled onto your side to face him, lazily combing your fingers through his chest hair that was wet from his exertion, the sweat that decorated his skin gleaming in the late afternoon light. You watched as Anders pulled the condom off his still-hard cock, his face screwing into a wince as it slid over his sensitive head that oozed with more cum. After discarding it into some tissues and placing it carefully on the floor, he turned to face you, his cheeks red and eyes bright. The smell of latex and lubricant mixed with his worn-off cologne and sweat filled your nose as you drew a deep inhale, your eyes closing as you basked in the after-glow of your illicit afternoon. You smiled to yourself, thinking how this was not at all how you thought your day was going to turn out when you had woken up this morning, but also that you’d happily give work the flick anytime if it was for anything close to this.

“Why are you smiling?” His buttery voice called out close to your ear, your eyes fluttering open again in order to not miss seeing his gorgeous face.

“Can’t I smile?” you teased, unable to prevent it from stretching further on your cheeks.

“Of course you can, so long as it’s me you’re smiling about.”

“You know you’re the reason.”

“Good.” Anders checked his watch that was still on his wrist, his expression turning more serious. “Do you have to get back to work?”

“Hmm, no, not now,” you giggled, your whole body including your mind feeling loose and sated.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Mhm, yeah that sounds perfect. I’m starving.”

“Have you got the munchies?” Anders laughed, the bed moving slightly with his chuckle and he took your hand in his to listlessly play with your fingers.

You laughed and joined him in toying with your entwined hands, tracing the lines on his knuckles. “No, you made me hungry.”

A satisfied hum vibrated through his chest as he placed a kiss on the back of your hand. “Leave it with me.”

Anders got out of bed and strutted naked through to the kitchen, providing you with a view you could never tire of. You loved his self-assurance and the pride he took in knowing how good he made you feel every time you hooked up, and although you knew he was confident in quickly ruining you for any other man, you’d be sure to always let him know how incredible he was.

Sinking your worn body into the bedding more, you smiled again to yourself, the enjoyment you felt in your time spent with Anders an understatement.

Soon, his heavy footsteps returned to his bedroom, his cheerful voice following.

“Right, Thai food is ordered and on its way. I hope you don’t mind I chose for you.”

The mattress dipped as he flopped back on to the bed and you moved to lay your body partially over his, pressing a grateful kiss to the curve of his lips.

“I always trust your judgment when it comes to looking after me, Anders.”

His body rumbled softly with a hum that turned into a chuckle, purely happy at your accolade, and he reached his hand up to caress your cheek.

“Well, then, allow me to continue to do just that until it arrives.”

His tongue demanded access to your mouth again, and excitement bloomed in your stomach as you wondered what Anders could be capable of in such a short amount of time.

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