#this was hard to narrow down not because I loved so many outfits but because I didn't like a lot of them...whoops!

[watchmegetobsessed]

SUBTLE

A/N: this idea got stuck on my mind and i thought i would just type it out so here we are!

WORD COUNT: 1k

SUMMARY: Harry's not so subtle way of hinting that he is in the mood.

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There are celebrities that never wear the same outfit twice. Some keep them tucked away in their closet, probably hoping one day they will be displayed in museums and some just simply get rid of them once the clothes are off of their bodies.

Well, your boyfriend is definitely not one of these people. He is the king of wearing something over and over again until it’s totally ruined and can’t be worn again. The best example is his crusty Vans he always wears to the maximum before even considering buying a new one. When Harry likes something, a shirt, a hat or a pair of pants, he is the biggest outfit repeater and that’s something you love so much about him, because it’s so mundane, so down-to-earth.

His most worn shirt however is a surprising one. Well, not to you, because he wears it because of you so whenever you spot him sporting it, you know what his intentions are.

It’s a quiet Sunday afternoon, it’s been raining all weekend so you’ve spent most of it snuggled up at home, watching movies, cooking and spending some well-deserved quality time together after such a busy week. For the past hour you’ve been glued to the couch with your favorite chunky blanket and a book that you haven’t gotten around to read during the weekdays. Your tea is set on the side table, an hour ago it was steaming hot, but now it’s more like room temperature and half of it is also gone. A pair of old sweatpants has been your uniform since yesterday and today you paired them with one of Harry’s many graphic shirts. 

Speaking of your boyfriend, you haven’t seen him for a while now. Last time he mumbled something about having a riff stuck on his mind before he wandered off into his home studio. It’s been radio silence since then and you got to focus fully on your fantasy book. 

Harry emerges from the studio after about one and a half hour that he spent strumming away on his guitar, recording a possible new hit song for his next album. Making music usually makes him feel two ways. First one, which happens more often is hungry. His creativity takes a lot of energy and he is a big boy, he needs food to fuel his body and brain as well. The second one however… that’s what causes him the most issues, especially when he is not recording at home and this is what he feels right now as well.

He’s horny.

The song he worked on was heavily inspired by you and the intimate moments he spent with you in the past months and reliving them definitely got him worked up, that’s why he had to put down his guitar and find a solution to his little situation.

But instead of just looking for you, he sneaks into his closet and grabs the shirt he’s been using with ulterior motives lately. He gets rid of his hoodie and then pulls the other shirt over his head before checking himself in the mirror, his eyes scanning over the “Sex” sign over his chest. He can’t help but smile at the sight of the shirt he wore on SNL, which was such an iconic appearance.

He wanders out of the closet and then the bedroom, looking for you with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip to hide his cheeky smirk. He finds you right where left you before his studio session, snuggled up on the couch with your book, your lips moving as you ready but it’s hard to notice. Your eyes are scanning over the lines, one hand holding the book, the other one playing with the necklace he got you for your birthday two years ago. You look adorable and cozy, but he’s also extremely eager to get under that blanket and between your legs.

Clearing his throat he walks closer, failing to pretend like he is just aimlessly wandering around. He peeks at you and narrows his eyes when he sees you haven’t even acknowledged his presence.

“Hey baby,” he speaks up, hoping to catch your attention.

“Mm, hi, what’s up?” you ask, but your eyes are still glued to the page in front of you. 

“Not much. Just checking in on you.” Squaring his shoulders he takes a deep breath before exhaling dramatically, his palms smoothing over the shirt, especially the word written across his chest. 

“I’m good. Did you finish recording?”

Still no peek at him and he is starting to get frustrated.

“Yeah,” he nods and clears his throat again, standing right in front of you at this point, towering over you.

“Good,” you hum.

You’re still ignoring him and now he is determined to have your pretty eyes on him. A series of coughs follows that finally forces you to look up from the book, mostly because you fear that he has a sore throat, judging from the coughs, but when you catch a glimpse of him you see how he’s puffing his chest so you see what shirt he is really wearing. 

“Huh,” you smile, putting your book aside. “Are you trying to tell me something?” you ask, a smirk stretching across your face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugs, running his tongue across his lips.

“Do you happen to want to have sex?” you tilt your head to the side.

“Oh! Now that you’re asking, yes. Yes, I absolutely do!”

You can’t hold your laugh back as he basically throws himself at you, his lips already kissing you all over your face as he wedges himself between you and the back of the couch.

“You’re so subtle,” you giggle against his lips, pulling the blanket over the both of you while his hands are already wandering under your shirt.

“That’s my middle name,” he grins. “Harry Subtle Styles.”

“What happened to Edward?”

“Gone. He’s dead,” he chuckles before his lips get busy with yours. 

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[sanjoongie]

Your soulmate's on the dancefloor

🍒My submission for @pirateeznet's First Anniversary. I love this net and family and crew🥹 🍒Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Reader (f) 🍒Quiz result: Going to a club and knowing a stranger far too well- deja vu 🍒Prompt: Eye Contact for far too long, finishing each others sentences, and laughing too hard over nothing at all 🍒Song for inspiration: I don't know why by NOTD 🍒Genre/au/trope: smut, club au, s2l 🍒Word Count: 2,339 🍒Warnings: mentions of drinking (neither reader nor wooyoung are drunk), public sex, sex in a washroom, exhibitionism, breast play, fingering/jerking off foreplay, penetrative sex with a condom, I like you! Wooyoung still fucks me up to this day, he's a panty stealer too okay, yes 🍒Rating: 18+ MDNI 🍒Synopsis: after both you and Wooyoung’s hands meet to pick up the same drink, you soon realize this stranger is almost exactly like you in many ways. 🍒Dedication: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland my beta darling loves whom I owe the most to

You reached for a vanilla old fashioned at the bar but another veined hand closed over the glass as well. You furrowed your eyebrows in utter disbelief that someone would try to take the drink YOU clearly ordered. 

The other hand came from a man who blinked at you, clearly expecting you to remove your hand first. You smiled brightly instead. "I'm sorry, but this is mine. A vanilla old fashioned, they said."

The red haired man shook his head and pointed a finger to his pierced ear. His lips turned downwards to speak of how he didn't have a clue what you said. You waved your hand to your face to indicate he should smell the drink. The obviously-dyed redhead returned a look of being unimpressed.

"It's obviously not a regular old fashioned once you smell it, you idiot," You said under your breath.

The man raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Did you just call me an idiot?!"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, so now you can hear me."

"No, but I sure can lip read," The red head shouted.

"Oh for god sake." You shoved your drunk to the man's nose and he inhaled deeply.

His mouth made a pretty pink 'o' immediately. "That's vanilla."

You smiled again but this time it's clearly mocking. "Okay, I'm taking my drink now."

The redhead wrapped a hand easily around your wrist with your drink and locked you in. He waved to the bartender and demanded a duplicate of your drink. Soon, the man is double fisting, his original order and his new one, and motioned with his head for you to follow.

Curious and without any other solid intentions, you followed him in his jean outfit through the dance floor. The crowd didn't exactly part for him, insomuch as he flowed around the crowd. That either came from a dance background or the fact that he just did this a lot.

"Come here often?" You can't help but wonder once he takes a seat at a table.

"Yeah but it's only because the dj plays exactly what I love to dance to," The man said, lifting a drink to his lips and looking off into the crowd casually.

You narrowed your eyes down at the man and he couldn't help but smile. "What?"

"That's exactly why I come here-- "

"--Good beats," He finished your sentence.

"That's weird," You said, suspicion coating your tongue.

“Hey, Wooyoung, we’re gonna head to another bar--”

The voice behind you cut off as the redhead in front of you, Wooyoung you assumed, shook his head at his friend, eyes wide but smiled sunnily back at you. “Don’t worry about him,” Wooyoung assured you. 

You lifted an eyebrow at him and moved to turn around but Wooyoung suddenly grabbed both your hands. “Only look at me,” He pleaded with a pout. 

You laughed a little. “Are you afraid I’m going to fall in love with your friend if I see him?”

Wooyoung motioned with his chin to his friend behind you and you presumed he left because the set in his shoulders became relaxed. “No,” he insisted.

You drank deeply of your sweet yet bitter drink and made a noise afterwards. “Well I would be, if I were you.”

Wooyoung cocked his head, “Why’s that?”

“It seems like, even though this is the first time I’m meeting you, we are quite alike,” You mentioned casually.

The admission only seemed to spurn Wooyoung on. He leaned full onto the table, elbows braced and his chin in his hands. “Then I suppose, since we’re so alike, you and I, you were thinking that after these drinks are done, that we’d fool around in a bathroom stall.”

You blinked several times, pretty sure you had NOT just heard what had come from Wooyoung’s mouth. Wooyoung laughed, loud and clear, cutting through the heavy bass of the club. “Not so much alike then.”

Finally, your mouth caught up with your brain. “I mean I’m not saying no but I can’t believe you just put it out there like that.”

Wooyoung shrugged with one shoulder, downing the regular Old Fashioned. He made a loud noise of satisfaction. “It was the truth.”

You laughed, making Wooyoung smile as well. “Thank you for being so truthful with me.” You saluted him with your drink and finished yours, following his pace. 

Wooyoung scooted closer to you, your thighs touching now. “Wanna share your vanilla concoction?”

You considered it. If you were about to potentially have public sex in a washroom, you’d need a bit of liquid courage to actually take the leap. You nodded resolutely and Wooyoung grinned. That grin seemed dangerous. You should have followed your gut. 

Wooyoung sipped the drink and then tilted his head, wet and pink lips moving towards yours. With your previous sip still burning down your esophagus, you tilted your head, receiving his soft lips, and the drink that spilled into your mouth. Where once was the shot of the cocktail, Wooyoung’s tongue was the chaser, bold and teasing. You shivered as his warm tongue played with yours and you eagerly sucked on it. 

When you two separated from the kiss, Wooyoung’s eyes were heavy-lidded. “That bathroom trip is starting to look even better.”

Lust was now burning a hole in your lower half right now, spurned on by the alcohol, certainly. You placed a hand high on Wooyoung’s pants. “If you keep kissing me like that, I’d say so.”

“Is it the kiss that excites you or the public sex?” Wooyoung wondered, eyes still lingering on your lips. His own were smeared with the tinted gloss you had applied earlier in the night.

“Both,” You replied easily.

Wooyoung laughed, “Oh, we are alike, you and I.”

It was easy to take Wooyoung’s hand and follow him into a bathroom stall. It was easy to push him up against the wall of said stall. You made sure to press the palm of your hand against his growing chubby. He whined at the attention and then slammed his lips down on yours. Wooyoung’s kisses tasted like vanilla and bourbon and you suddenly realized you were reaping the benefits of being similar to this stranger in the club. 

Suddenly, the tables were turned and Wooyoung pushed you up against the wall, leg pressed in between your own. His fingers crept up your jaw, holding you in place to kiss you even more. Wooyoung moaned, growing into laughter. "Fuck, I need you."

You smiled into the kiss and Wooyoung pulled away. "You need me?" You teased.

"It hurts," Wooyoung pouted.

"You don't hear women saying that," You laughed and Wooyoung joined in. 

Wooyoung dipped his head to place wet kisses along your collarbone. "Tell me where it hurts, pretty."

You rutted against his leg, Wooyoung flexing it just for you to do so. "My pussy is throbbing, Wooyoung, I need you."

"Fuuuuuuck," Wooyoung groaned, "That's hot."

"My pussy hurts so much, Wooyoung, please touch it," You whined.

Without further adieu, Wooyoung was pulling your dress down to reveal your breasts and you were pulling up your skirt to give him access to your dripping cunt. His lips encircled a nipple, rough tongue moving back and forth across the tip. His teeth applied slightly pressure and you shuddered at the teasing of the pleasure and pain. Wooyoung didn't even pause to dip two fingers into your wetness.

"Oh God," You said throatily. "Let me touch you."

You spit on the tip of Wooyoung’s cock when it was revealed and then you began to jerk him off in the stall as he teased your hole and smeared your wetness across your clit. The two of you were whimpering messes for each other, brains empty except for the pleasure that the two of you were giving each other. 

“Wait wait wait,” Wooyoung put his other hand over your wrist, jerking your hand off of him. “You’re gonna make me come before I get to fuck you.”

“But I want you to come on my hand so I can taste you!” You protested.

Wooyoung chuckled. “Same, damn, we really are similar.” He shook his hair out of his eyes to look directly at you. “Except if I come, there might not be a round two. Let me treat you first?”

You let out a shaky breath and say “Okay.”

Wooyoung gently bonked his head with yours. “Okay like ‘get it over with’ okay? Or okay, like ‘I can't manage any other words because you just stole them since you’re a thoughtful lover and I didn’t expect that in the club’ okay.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his audacity. “The latter, Wooyoung. God, you’re ridiculous.”

Wooyoung’s smile hurts for some reason. It’s too bright for this dirty scenario and perhaps you feel your heart burst from it but you quickly shove that down, hard. Wooyoung went back to his messy kisses as he coaxed you to your first climax, which came real quick. He played with your clit like he’s been doing it for ages and you come with a drawn out cry into his eager lips. 

You’re too busy coming down from your high to prepare for anything but Wooyoung has it all covered. He sucked down on his fingers, cleaning your essense off of them before he’s got your underwear off and tucked into his pocket before you even realize your body was moving for him. He gently turned your around, helping you arrange yourself so that your arms brace for impact against the graffiti-ed wall. You hear a tearing noise behind you and belatedly realize that he’s putting on a condom for you. 

You whined, the sober part of your brain knowing he’s doing what’s right, but you want-- “No creampie?”

Wooyoung chuckled darkly behind you. “No creampie.”

He doesn’t let you wait long against the cold stall, his cock head is rubbing against your more-than-wet folds and even that stimulation has you whimpering. “Ready?” Wooyoung lifted your hair from the back of your neck and placed a wet kiss there too. 

You feel like you’ve barely recovered from your previous orgasm but all that’s on your mind is getting Wooyoung inside of you so you nod your head despite your forehead rubbing against the grimy wall. 

Wooyoung pushed into you patiently but now he’s the one whimpering. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those girls that only gets tighter after she’s come.”

“Wooyoung!” You chastise him but push back against him and because of that, Wooyoung finished filling you completely. His warm skin is against your ass now and you sigh in contentment.

Wooyoung rested his cheek against your shoulder blades, absent-mindedly kissing the glittered skin there before he began to move inside of you. His careful fingertips pressed into your hips to continue to bring your body flush with his and it only made your lower half throb even more. 

“Be good for me, pretty,” Wooyoung murmured into your shoulder blades.

It wasn’t long before he was setting a pretty quick pace that had your lust curling in your stomach, winding tighter and tighter as Wooyoung thrusted into you. The drag of his dick, the fact that he had figured out that spot inside of you after only a few thrusts, the whimpers and grunts behind you all aided to your pending orgasm. 

Your arms stopped being a barrier between your face and the stall wall a long time ago. Your cheek rubbed up against it as your hands moved over his on your hips. Only your nails digging into his fingers let Wooyoung know if he was going too hard or not hard enough. You didn’t have any room for words in your brain right now. 

Soon, Wooyoung became a bit brainless as well. His hands, intertwined with yours still, were on your breasts, randomly squeezing as he saw fit. Your body was almost fully pressed up against the wall now as Wooyoung humped you from behind, his hips pressed against your ass the only leverage now. 

“Oh fuck oh god, I’m gonna come, you’e gonna come right? You gotta! You’re so fucking tight around me right now, I swear every time I thrust into you now, you clench down on me in revenge. Pretty, we can come together right? You’re just like me, you’re ready to come and hard, right? Don’t bite your lip, I know you wanna, but just let out your noises for me, they’re so pretty, just like you tonight, mmmmmmmmm--”

Wooyoung choked on his own words and stilled inside of you just as your orgasm ripped through you like a punch to the gut. A grunt escaped you, your own breath caught as pleasure lit up all your nerves and had you slumping. Wooyoung wasn’t doing much better himself, a wordless groan coming from deep in his throat. His tongue swiped at the skin on your back as he tried to lick his lips multiple times. The both of you slid to the floor, your knees hitting the sticky surface, not giving a shit, however, you had just had arguably the best orgasm of the year.

Wooyoung was the first to find his voice, no surprise there. “Think I know why you were whining about a creampie now.”

“Fuck you,” You said weakly and he hummed in acknowledgement.

“Mmm, we did that already,” Wooyoung replied.

How either of you were going to find your feet and leave the bathroom stall was going to be a thing. Your brain already wondered if you’d have to endure an awkward avoidance of saying ‘see you later’ or if Wooyoung would keep your underwear but also give you his number. You didn’t know if it was love at first sight, or clicking with someone who was very similar to you was just doing it for you, but you knew after being fucked within one inch of your life, you definitely, most positively wanted to experience this again.

Dj got us fallin’ in love again by Usher pumped through the speakers and Wooyoung chuckled. It was beginning to be your favourite new noise.

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[chvnnie]

I know you just did a soft dom Chan but I personally am obsessed with soft dom Changbin. Just the care-giving-est praising-est most adoring dom. He's all big and strong and he uses it to make you feel tiny (even if you physically aren't) and safe and warm I just.....

get out of my head rn this is some of my favorite shit of ALL. TIME.

i’m on the daddy dom agenda today and you’re all coming along for the journey.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

Changbin thinks it’s endearing that you still get flustered when he looks at you. How you shy away when he grabs your hand in public. The little giggle you give any time he hugs you, squeezing and lifting you as he spins in a circle.

It would be impossible to pick his favorite thing about you because everything about you is his favorite. So, he tries to narrow it down depending on the moment. What has him so infatuated that he feels like he’s falling in love all over again?

Right now it’s your disheveled hair, coming out of the braids you put them in before bed. His worn out shirt, too many sizes too big on you, clinging to your body from the static of the bedsheets. The fist rubbing your eyes, the lips parted to release a big yawn.

Oh, you precious little thing. Groaning as you flip in the bed, rolling into his body and clinging to him by the side like a koala. Your ear rests just above his heart, the gentle thud like a lullaby. Easing your eyes shut once more.

“Sweetheart.” His voice is raspy, dry and cracking from sleep. “It’s time to get up—“

“No.” You bury your face in his bare chest, the heavy scent of his body soap soothing your fussy soul. “Don’t want.”

“I know.” Softly, he takes off the hair ties keeping your braids in, letting the hair fall free before he combs it with his fingers. “But we gotta.”

Changbin tries to sit up, to move so you have no choice. Though exhausted, you find the effort to roll on top of him. Pinning him down.

“No.”

As if you’ve forgotten his strength. It’s okay, it’s early; it takes his brain a minute to wake up too. Arms firmly wrapped around you, he stands up with ease, despite your whines of protest.

“Yes.”

He loves the cute way you put, eyebrows furrowed as you give your best glare up at him. It doesn’t stop him from putting the fluffy, pink headband on your, pushing the stray hairs out of your face. He lathers the face wash in his hands before massaging it on your cheeks.

“Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” He teases, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him and get soap on the tip of it. As grumpy as you are, you don’t move a muscle. Sitting perfectly on the bathroom counter as he washes your face before his own.

It’s like this every morning. You on the counter, him standing in front of you. Helping you get ready for the day as he readies himself. Are you fully capable of doing it on your own? Of course, and if you wanted to, Changbin would back off. But doing things for you is his favorite way to show his love.

Why does baby have to do anything when daddy is here?

Once your face and teeth are clean, you follow him into the closet. Sitting on the ground as he picks your gym clothes, packs an extra outfit to change into after you’re done.

“I don’t really want to go today.” You say with a sigh when he places the matching pink set in front of you. “Can we skip?”

“We had a rest day yesterday.” He takes the sweats he slept in off, tossing them aside before he starts to look for his own clothes. “It’s an easy day today. Just cardio.”

Oh, how dramatic you must be feeling today. Sighing before laying on the plush carpet floor, arm slung over your eyes.

“Just cardio? Daddy, cardio is the worst—“

Changbin’s hunt for a gym fit is abandoned, laughing as he kneels over you. In your show, the shirt you’re wearing has hiked up, cotton panties peeking from underneath it. Light blue with clouds decorating the fabric.

“Oh, baby.” His hands wrap around your wrists, moving your arms from your face. “It must be so hard to be you.”

Though you try to hold your pout, he can see the smile cracking. Nodding up at him.

“If you go, I’ll give you a treat.”

Suddenly, you look serious. “What kind of treat?”

Changbin just smiles at you before squeezing your wrists, bringing them above your head and holding them there.

Oh, how precious you are with wide eyes, unable to meet his gaze. Suddenly aware of how close his hips are to your own, how you’re stuck beneath his body. The fussy, pouty little girl he’s dealt with all morning now too shy to look at him. Squirming under his hold, not because you want out. But because that fuzzy, warm feeling has started to bloom.

You mumble something, and he’s pretty sure he knows what you said. But where’s the fun is giving in?

“Speak up, baby.” Changbin says, moving your wrists to one hand so he can turn your head back towards him. “Daddy can’t hear you.”

You swallow dryly, batting your lashes up at him. “W-want it now.”

“Already?” He teases with a chuckle, thumb stroking just beneath your lower lip. “But we were up late last night playing, baby. Isn’t that enough?”

It’s quick, the movement of your head. The soft whimpers that vibrate on his thumb. “No. No, I want more-“

Changbin loves how insatiable you can get. How one look or little word can turn you into a whimpering, needy girl. So obsessed with his cock that it’s all you can think about, slowly going mad the longer it takes to get it.

He loves how badly you need him, because he needs you just as much. If not more.

Your little gasps are so precious, dainty hands clutching at his broad shoulders as his cock works it’s way inside you. What he lacks in length, which isn’t much, he makes up for in width. The stretch always a little painful, burning and making your legs snap close.

“Shh, baby.” He whispers when your eyes start to water, face scrunching in pain.

“O-ouch—“

“I know, princess. Daddy’s got you.”

He makes sure to hold you close to his body, thumb stroking your hip bone as he bottoms out. Letting your head roll back, a broken, tearful moan coming from your lips. Leaning down, he kisses your exposed neck softly.

“You’re doing such a good job.” He mumbles against your skin. “So proud of my baby.”

When your walls flutter around him, the praise making your dizzy, Changbin begins to rock his hips. Rolling in a motion to get you more comfortable, pain morphing into pleasure as your cunt starts to adjust to him.

“More?” You whine out.

As long as you are his, you’ll want for nothing. Happily, Changbin starts to properly fuck you. Head buried in your neck, kissing and biting the skin. Carefully sucking beneath your ear to feel you twitch, to mark what’s his.

“Fuck.” He groans beneath your ear, his own eyes fluttering a bit. While he’ll tease you for slipping from him, so overwhelmed by his cock that you lose all thoughts, he feels it too. Drunk on your cunt, consumed by the perfect feeling that takes over his body when he’s deep inside you. You don’t notice how his groan has shifted into a low whimper. “It’s like this pussy was made for me.”

You let out the most delight cry when he hits the best spot, twitching intensely in his hold. Clinging to him as the grip on your sanity is lost.

“I-is yours.” Your words are slurred, almost incoherent. “All daddy’s—“

“Aw, baby. You’re so sweet.” He grunts as he thrusts harder, lingering deep inside as the tears break from your eyes. “Always perfect for daddy.”

He loves the way your eyes seem to brighten when you look at him, as if all of the love in the world is held within them. It makes him feel fuzzy, heart hammering and giggles scratching at his throat. Dizzy with how lovesick you’ve made him.

Your little hands cup his face, holding it still so you can look at him. Every inch of him, every bump, scar, ridge. The stroke of your thumbs on the apples of his cheeks is so soft, as if you’re holding fragile glass.

“Daddy perfect.” You whisper, lips trembling as they form an earnest smile. Beaming at him brighter than any star in the sky.

Changbin can’t pick what he loves the most about you, but he really thinks it’s how much you love him.

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[sakurapika]

What are your all-time favorite outfits from Twisted Wonderland?

Hello @letterstoear, thank you for ask! I've had a lot of fun making this post, and I'm so sorry that it took forever to answer!

Every time I was certain I had my list narrowed down, I remembered another outfit I really liked. (Also, I'm a little bit biased, as you will see...haha). This time, I focused on event outfits to make it easier for myself. Maybe in the future I'll post my "reviews" on dorm uniforms or Halloween costumes.

I am always blown away by the the little details that Yana Toboso and the rest of the design team have added to each of characters' outfits, because they give some interesting insight to their personalities and backgrounds.

Without further ado, let's discuss some outfits! (Please note that there are spoilers for upcoming events from the JP server, as well as some groovy arts!)

My Favorite Twisted Wonderland Outfits

10. Floyd's Outdoor Wear (Vargas Camp)

Most of the outfits on my list are on the extravagant side. I recently bought a volume of Black Butler, where there was a note about how Yana Toboso loves to draw clothing, and it truly shows.

But in contrast to seeing our beloved characters in over-the-top costumes, it's refreshing to see them wearing casual outfits once in a while as well and see their individual, everyday styles.

I'll admit that I haven't played any of the Vargas Camp events, and have a grand total of zero (0) cards from this series. I'm not sure why; I always miss the event's runtime for some reason.

Still, I've always loved Floyd's little sling bag with the eel keychain, as well as the teal visor. The bright colors stand out and are appealing.

The whole outfit looks like something you could get from a store like Uniqlo, and sometimes it is nice to have that sort of realism in a magical game. He looks like an ordinary teenager I could find on the street. Except...if I did find Floyd on the street, I'd be running in the other direction. But that's not the main idea here.

9. Azul's Glorious Masquerade Outfit

At first, I sort of forgot that this SSR existed. When the PV for Glorious Masquerade came out, I was more focused on Malleus.

However, eventually, many people began to cosplay as GloMas Azul, and they all looked so amazing. I began to appreciate the outfit more after seeing people pose and dance in it. Azul also tends to have some of the best fanart, and fans have spared no expense when drawing him wearing this.

My favorite part of the outfit is his coat. I like the silhouette it creates with a high-waist belt, and the long coattails that resemble tentacles. The ruffles on his trousers are cute, too. I would buy a pair if I could. Unfortunately, it's hard to see these details on his in-game sprite.

As for his accessories, the pearls are so dramatic (and so very Azul). His round glasses are also cute, I hope he wears them again!

8. Idia's Suitor Suit

One look at Idia's Ghost Marriage outfit, and you can really tell that it was designed by Yana Toboso. His gloves, coat, and cravat make him look like he's in the Victorian Era. Also, doesn't he look sort of like Grelle from Black Butler?

Speaking of Grelle, Idia's outfit is meant to look more like funeral attire, between the long, black coat and the lilies pinned to his shoulder. There are also skulls hidden throughout his outfit, such as on his jacket chain and cufflinks. I was still new to TWST at the time, so I just thought that Idia liked gothic clothing. I didn't realize he was (at least in his mind) attending his own funeral!

Let's not forget his new hairstyle! This is one of Idia's first SSRs if I remember correctly, so it was exciting to see him with a ponytail.

My love for this outfit also comes from my love for the story associated with it. Fans have pointed out that Idia's "arranged marriage" with Eliza parallels the myth of Hades and Persephone. The design team and Yana were so clever for this.

I don't have this card, either, but I hope to pick him up one day!

7. Ortho's Fairy Gear

The Shroud brothers are luckyーthey are probably two of the characters with the most SSRs in the game.

That being said, we all have to agree that Ortho's fairy gear is one of the most unique and avant-garde cards in the game.

I really enjoy the white and gold color scheme in this event. His color-changing wings are stunning, and the piece covering his eyes makes him look very mysterious.

I thought this card was cool when I first saw it, but then I learned that Ortho's outfit and hair can turn pink, which is even better.

Every time I see his "pointe shoes," it makes me imagine Ortho and Idia trying to learn how to dance together in Idia's room, and Idia obsessively studying ballet costumes for his younger brother.

Yet again, I don't have this card, but my best friend does! At least I can admire him from her phone...

6. Silver's Rabbit Wear

There is no way that this outfit is just an R card! When this card was first advertised in one of the JR rail train stations, the pictures showed this card with Deuce's hometown in the background instead of the standard Diasomnia R background, so I thought that this card would at least be an SR. (Although I can't complain so much, because that means it's free!)

Silver is so princely. I am convinced that he can look good in anything. I am fond of pastel colors, and the pink/blue color scheme suits him, as the TWST version of Aurora. The bows may be silly, but I find them adorable.

Compared to the other boys in this event, Silver's outfit looks a little more like a soldier's (albeit a toy soldier's or a nutcracker's), which is a cool touch.

5. Deuce's Rabbit Wear

Deuce's hometown event was truly one of my favorite events that came out in the JP sever last year. Not only were some of my most favorite characters there, but they were dressed up in the most whimsical outfits possible. (And we got to meet Deuce's motherーshe's the coolest!)

Since Deuce is the main character of this event, his outfit bears the most resemblance to the white rabbit's in most classic illustrations, complete with a bow tie, top hat, and, of course, his pocket watch. His outfit has a blue color scheme. Like Azul in GloMas, Deuce also wears round glasses in his groovy art. Overall, it looks like the sweet ouji style, although I'm not very familiar with this sub-fashion. If anyone who is reading this has studied/worn this style of fashion, please let me know!

I used to play Love Nikki and Shining Nikki (two fashion-themed gacha games), which also featured lolita dresses inspired by Alice in Wonderland characters. For this reason, Deuce's outfit in particular feels very nostalgic to me.

4. Lilia's Right General Armor

Here's another departure from the cute pastel outfits...

Sleeping Beauty was one of my favorite Disney movies as a child. I always remembered Maleficent's "goons" as short, silly little creatures wearing simple green tunics.

So how on earth did we get to Right General Lilia Vanrouge?!

Seriously, I'm just stunned by how the artists looked at the source material and created something so radically, yet wonderfully, different.

I'm curious about the green stones (jades?) on his outfit--around his waist, there are several pieces attached to tassels, and he has two strapped to his right leg. The material matches the stone used for his weapon. Maybe it represents his status in Briar Valley. If you check his (unposed) sprite, you can also see that he is wearing something around his waist that looks like folded bat wings.

Like everyone else, I'm obsessed with his long hairーit makes him look so formidable, especially with that hood. My friends and I like to joke that his ponytail makes him look like a character in a Chinese martial arts drama.

Again, the story associated with this card made me love it even more. Few books have made me cry as much as Book 7 of TWST.

3. Malleus' Glorious Masquerade Outfit

While Sleeping Beauty was my favorite movie as a young child, when I got older, I began to love The Hunchback of Notre Dame. It was only natural for this outfit to be among my favorites for this reason.

There are so many details here. The feathered hat. The sheer sleeves. The golden embroidery. The split cape. It's honestly overwhelming to take in at once.

I can say that my favorite detail is his green earrings. They really bring out his eye color, and the PV made them so sparkly.

In addition, everyone I've ever seen who has cosplayed as GloMas Malleus or has drawn fanart of him has increased my appreciation of this outfit.

[Now for some very spoiler-y stuff] The fact that this event came just before the release of Chapter 7 is worth noting. Doesn't it feel a bit tragic that just before Malleus' overblot, we have a chance to see him wearing an outfit that makes him look especially like his mother, having fun and being the star at the masquerade? And what about the feathers on his shouldersーdo they hint at another side of his family? There's so much foreshadowing and mystery going on, and nothing is more suitable for the occasion than masquerade attire.

2. Kalim's New Year Attire

I've already rambled about how sentimental this outfit is to me in a previous post, but in summary: New Year is my favorite holiday, and the New Year's Sale event was the first event I "seriously" participated in. Kalim looks excessively cute and festive in his kimono, and every time I see this card, I feel nostalgic and in the holiday mood.

1. (Tied) Epel's Applepom Outfit and Riddle's Beach Outfit

I'm really sorry, Epel and Riddle are my favorite characters, and in the end, I refuse to chose between them. They're like my younger brothers! I try to collect all of their cards, so I pay attention to their outfits the most, and picking only one outfit for each character was a challenge in itself.

My favorite part of Epel's Applepom outfit is his cloak. It looks so fluffy and warm. When you set him as your home screen character, you also have the option to "swap looks" and see his outfit without the cloak--the apple embroidery on the rest of his outfit is very detailed. Many fans have mentioned that the outfits people wear in Harveston resemble traditional Scandinavian clothing, which is really cool!

The little apple slices on his cap are everything.

And I'm always happy to see characters in different hairstyles, such as Epel's little ponytail.

One of my headcanons is that you're allowed to call Epel cute, but only when he wears this specific outfit, because he takes it as a complement to his culture.

As for Riddle, we're all so used to seeing him wearing formal suits. It's so nice to see him loosening up for once. He looks so happy, now that he has the chance to see the ocean for the first time!

I also happened to be on vacation at the beach around the time this event came out, so it felt like a gift.

I have to laugh a little, because there are so many flowers on his outfit. Even Jack pointed it out in the story. But he looks so cute!

I suppose we have to discuss the elephant in the room. My friend saw it before me, so she spammed me with messages along the lines of "RIDDLE IS WEARING A CROP TOP!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!" and I naturally thought she was pranking me. But lo and behold, it's the truth. I like to headcanon that among the rest of the cast in this event, everyone has made an unspoken mutual agreement not to mention it. This Victorian child has already been through enough, and not a word must reach Mrs. Rosehearts.

Thank you once again for the ask! For anyone who read all of this, what do you think about these outfits, and which ones in the game are your favorite?

#The words “short” and “brief” are not in my vocabulary apparently #But it's alright #I just really love the work and details that the artists have put into the game #As well as the fan content! I'm so happy I joined the TWST fandom at this time #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #ortho shroud #twst silver #silver vanrouge #deuce spade #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #kalim al asim #epel felmier #riddle rosehearts

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Shattered Realities Prt.1 (Hobie brown/P!Reader)

ALSO THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT SINCE IVE NEVER WRITTEN LIKE THIS BEFORE.

What happens if someone from our universe where no superheroes exist, falls into the society of superheroes

"She isn't glitching"

She doesn't remember falling until she feels her stomach flip, her eyes flying open with the multitude of colors that blind her vision as she catapulted.

She also dosent remember screaming but she most definitely was.

"Holy shit-" Her arms are flailed and bent in all types of positions trying to possibly slow her descent as she hits the hard pavement.

It doesn't.

She thinks something pops but pays no mind to it because of the crowd forming around her.

Multiple people in a familiar red jumpsuit surround her vision.

She slowly gets up despite the pain in her left shoulder to examine everything around her.

Before she even tries to run away someone shoots something that reminded her of a tazer she saw in a minions movie once, but without the electric shock part, causing her to fall before her hands were stuck together making her fall on her face.

Though the impact alone didn't hurt her elbow sent a jolt of pain across her entire body making her scream in pain.

"Who is she?" One says on a horse.

Oh my god was she on drugs?

"Is she another Spiderman?" Another who looks almost the same as the other's outfit but blue says.

No way she can't be on drugs.

"Why is she here dressed all normal" A talking Lego says.

So many questions were asked before someone pulled her upright by a strong person, he kind of looked like a bear.

She considers the idea of her being on LSD at this very moment.

A really buff one in fact.

Who was also wearing a skin-tight suit?

He summons, well calls some robots to do a scan on her which sends a little shiver down her body.

The machine speaks "Foreign entity, no universe"

This sends the crowd of people into a frenzy, are they people? Probably some weird nerds.

Why are so many lights?

The strong angry teddy looing man manages to calm everyone.

"Who are you?" He says not even introducing himself, what a rude bear she thinks to herself.

So many red people.

Her eyes hurt.

Her shoulder hurts.

She wants to vomit.

Her head lolls to the back, something he recognized making his heart almost drop before going back to interrogation mode "Kid answer- Hey, hey hey don't just fall!"

She vomits and passes out.

-

".............We can't find out where she's from"

"............Maybe your system is bugged"

"............Maybe your brain is bugged"

Then the door closes when she hears someone complain about them being too loud and hears whoever that was talking stomp out.

She groans waking up, throwing off the blanket that was kindly placed on her, and stretches her arm - was it fixed? "Can you guys keep it down, my head hurts"

"You're awake" The one with The hijabi says, coming toward her "How did you get here?"

"I just fell?"

"Fell?" The girl in twin buns said before retracting her words "I'm Byte by the way, but is that all you remember before you fell? Like can you at least tell us your name so we can narrow down your location?"

"Yeah, it's..." Her heart drops.

Her brain is swirling on itself.

"My name is..."

The two share a look that makes her play with her hair nervously, trying to figure out what was happening.

Her body feels empty all of a sudden.

Sun-spider who has entered the room for nothing other than snooping coughs (who has not introduced herself by name) to try to break whatever nervous silence that was forming "As much as I love suspense, please tell us. I gotta get the ice cream machine working again"

She tries again, this time she's clawing her hair to grasp on anything - but every time she seems to get closer to anything, the memory falls into itself.

A nervous smile exits her lips.

It seems like the static in her head becomes louder and louder.

"I don't know..."

Byte raises a brow in concern, checking her head for injuries while questioning her "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I just can't, I don't remember anything" She says, all of the uncomfortable aura leaving her in an instant like a reset button.

Essentially returning her back to her ditsy self.

But Byte isn't convinced

"Are you sure?" She says moving closer to her and turning on another device to scan her heartbeat in case she was lying.

"Yup" The girl replies her bright mood suddenly lifted, which the others found odd, but she spins her head around "Where is the scary guy?"

"Why are you asking?" Byte says

"Just so I can avoid him, he scares me"

Byte chuckles and turns off her device, grabs the other girl, and shakes her head.

"He uh...A little rough on the edges"

The girl nods suddenly like she gets it "Like a cool brooding backstory?"

"Brooding?"

"Ah you know like usually that's what you describe an angry old person with a backstory that made them all like lonely and sad when originally they were a happy and nice person"

Malala nods trying to understand the girl, but also invested in anything about that is about Miguel.

"I haven't read a book in ages so it's like a character thing" Byte tries.

"Yeah! It's like that..."

"What's wrong?"

"Just remembering something, I used to write fanfiction"

Malala claps her hands seemingly finding it amusing as Byte signals the girl to continue "And?"

The anomaly girl looks slightly confused, what else was she supposed to say? "And that's all"

"That's all you remembered?"

"Yup, I used to write stuff like ship stuff that was a little canon divergent I think? I don't remember-"

Malala jumps onto the girl "Dont say that out loud again"

The girl looks at her and Byte whose expression was similarly as frightened as the Hijabi.

"But it-"

"Remember big Bear man?" The girl nods and lets Byte continue "Well he is rather....what's the word"

Malala awkwardly twidles with her headscarf "...Sensitive"

Byte nods "Yup that word, he's already worked up about you being here. I don't think he is getting much sleep so we need to just ban that word"

"Yup, banzo it" Malala adlibs on top of the girl.

Byte feels a lightbulb appear on her head "Why not we just talk about hobbies to try to get you to remember stuff about yourself so we can narrow your universe's location now?"

The anomaly girl gasps "You want to talk about my hobbies? Wow " She stays silent for a moment before saying "Wait universe?"

-

Somehow they've only found three things after three hours.

"So we narrowed down your universe with the little information you gave us about...Whale calling noises and the Lorax musical with the deleted song biggering"

"Hey, the noises whales make are cool and doesn't every universe have a deleted Lorax song?"

"Well, a couple but most of them use 'Biggering' in the musical number"

"But that's like the best song ever. Does my universe just suck?"

"Maybe" Byte shakes her head "We're getting sidetracked, is there anything else you remember?"

"Nope. Anyways, back to the Lorax-"

Miguel cusses something inaudible in Spanish when he overhears the conversation and calls Lylla "Did you do a scan on her yet?"

"Already did" He groans and signals her to continue "She showed no signs of memory loss or even anything developing like dementia"

He looks back at the scene, of the glitch he likes to call rambling to Byte about the amazing soundtrack that is 'Biggering'

"Lylla scan possible universes with minimal to no superheroes"

"Gotcha"

-

Jessica comes back from a mission thinking she can just report to Miguel that her mission went smoothly and go home, she always thinks that "You're telling me you just want to drop the girl to a random universe?"

"Ideally, no. But we need to then yes" He said, catching her up on the situation that happened while she was out.

She watches Miguel pace back and forth "Won't that affect the canon?"

"From the information I gathered from Malala and Byte who are getting along with her just fine. She says that Spiderman is fiction where she's from, from what she remembers at least. There were many but with her knowledge of her musical we managed to narrow down surprisingly three potential universes"

Jess nods at this information and watches the security footage to analyze how she got here in the first place until she notices something abnormal and zooms into the anomaly girl and rewinds the video.

She calls for Miguel and replays the footage, which he replies with "Dont bother I've rewatched that footage and analyzed all the portals"

"Please tell me you at least noticed this"

"Notice what?" Miguel has not had time to take an actual look in the mirror for a couple days due to a new anomaly from earth-1048, a video game anomaly, nothing new, but another headache.

Jess zooms into the anomaly girl for the rest of the footage "She isn't wearing a wrist band"

His eyes widen, she's right.

Since she's arrived here, she has never glitched.

Not even once.

Thats...impossible

"What do we do now" Jess says equally as distraught as him.

Miguel sends a quick text to Byte and gets an immediate reply then looks back at Jess "I don't know either, but Byte is running a few tests on her while she naps with her and I quote 'Enthusiastic consent'. Everyone was so shocked by her being a non-spiderperson and since she never glitched no one noticed"

Miguel takes a very slow exhale to think.

If she wasn't glitching then she can't be an anomaly.

Maybe that was a glitch on its own?

He notices Jessica scanning his face for a response, so he gives her one "Let's just put it to rest for now, since she isn't causing any trouble" He had stayed up monitoring the activity of the universes that involved Spiderman.

She nods her head, seemingly tired out for the day also, before she leaves a question pops up in her mind You said that you narrowed down her universe to three, that's a tight deduction. What musical was it? Hamilton?"

Miguel does not want to say the ridiculous cartoon name but says it anyways "......It was the Lorax"

Jessica almost snorts when she leaves the room leaving him alone.

He might as well get some sleep while he can.

-

After he knocks out for a thirteen-hour nap, Miguel looks at the anomaly girl and is reluctant on how to call her while she's converting with Malala and Byte so he just barges in and calls out "Girl"

The three girls turn to him with a confused expression.

"The one that's not Spiderman"

They all make an oh noise.

"Webby tie your shoe lasses you might trip" Says Byte.

"You remember your name?" Miguel is almost hopeful.

She placed her hand on her hip "Uhm no? I just named myself Webby since all of you have web designs on you"

Miguel is hopeless.

Anomaly girl- no Webby says with sass with her hands on her hips after poorly tying her shoe lasses like it's a fact that everyone should know but Miguel certainly does not seem to care enough.

He tosses her an empanada from the cafeteria which she catches, he notes her reflex "Eat something now because we're going"

"Goinsh?" She asks while chewing.

"Yes going" He cringes at her and gives her a tissue to wipe her face, she blows her nose instead "Just eat some motion sickness pills before we go"

Webby rolls her eyes but nods at the tall man as he still intimidated her, so she quickly finishes her food and gets some pills before meeting up with Jessica Drew, who had a small bump on her belly.

It was either bloating or that she was pregnant, Webby didn't want to ask but she thinks it was the after when Jessica held her stomach in a cradling motion.

Webby made sure she mentally remembered every single detail about this place so she could never forget it in her brain.

Jess looks at the girl whose eyes were becoming a little bugged out and red from how much she was forcing the open to take in the view.

"You know you can just take a picture right?"

She finally blinked her eyes in pain "Ouch, I would if I had a phone. It might have fallen when I was uh...Falling through the portal"

"I'll make sure we do a full sweep of the place to find it"

The girl's eyes widen and profusely thanks her hand as they walk "Thank you so much"

"Likewise, we can walk slower, just so you can get a good look at everything"

And that's exactly what they did, Webby is sure to talk about this to her friends (If she can remember them) about this.

Something catches her eyes in the distance, it was a boy whose entire border was changing as if he was made out of scrapbooks, his ears adorned with piercings.

As he played the guitar, every new strum seemed to change his color palate.

Webby couldn't help but stare

Jess also couldn't stop staring, mostly because she was telling him that his guitar was untuned.

He yelled back something about consistency and groaned when Jess told him to show the newbies around saying "I'm doing this because I like to see newbies, not because you told me to"

For a split moment, they both retain eye contact before Jess pulls her aside to go to Bytes lab because they needed to go.

Byte, Malala, and Sun Spider share a hug before Miguel calls for her and opens a portal, coincidently what she can assume emo punk was in the room bringing what she can assume is a newbie.

"Hobie what are you doing here, we're kinda busy" He says tiredly.

The guy who she assumed was Hobie just shrugs "You told me to show 'em newbies around, just gotta grab one on these and this-" They all were staring at him "Just imagine that 'm not here"

Miguel ignores him and offers Webby a hand to grab which she accepts reluctantly and waves goodbye to her short-term friends who waved back.

Once they reach the other universe Miguel readjusts his armband and looks for Webby to find her on the ground.

"Don't tell me you got sick again, I told you to take the medicine-"

But he dosent finish his sentence because Webby was glitching.

He wanted to help her up and call Lylla until she let out an excruciating scream like she's been stung by something and cradled her stomach. The pain was travelling all over her body as if she were electrocuted in the rain.

Webby doesn't know what's happening or what to feel other than the pain that surrounds her, she dosent even realize she isn't in control of her body and is slamming herself on the floornofnthe hard roof.

Miguel rushed to open a portal as her body was quickly becoming translucent.

The same type of translucent he's all too familiar with and grabs her to the portal.

She can't bare to open her eyes, her irises were stinging.

It was a bodily reaction, he wasted no time to grab her.

"That was quick-Oh God" Jess frantically calls for help

Webby thinks breathing slowly stabilizes because her body isn't burning , but not relaxing.

"Get the medic, now" Webby thinks the scary bear yells something.

Her eyes close, and finally, her body stops hurting when a mask is placed over her head as the coloured lights she thinks she sees now dissappear as her consciousness.

-

"What exactly happened out there"

"I.." He rubs his temples "Don't know"

Jess looks over to Webbie's vitals as Byte observes them carefully and Malala watches her from a distance.

Jess hasn't known Webbie for a long time but the gas mask on her face irks her so she tries one more time "Miguel, what happened out there"

"She stopped glitching only when we came back but was glitching hard when she got to the other universe, but not like normal" He looks at Jess's shocked face knowing Miguel spoke from experience as he continued his sentence.

"It was like her body was collapsing into herself"

HI AUTHOR HERE, this isn't my first fanfic but I haven't really written in this type of format (Also I'm bilingual so my English might be not epic) so it might be wonkey (I write mostly self-loathing type of things) I might or might now make this whole thing int a mini series of 6 chapters. ALSO I JUST GOT A JOB?! So if I do make it into a miniseries plz be patient because the 10 hour shift is no joke

#hobie brown x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #hobie brown #miguel o'hara

[meabh-mcinness]

Hello there! I just wanted to say that ive been a fan of yours for a bit and I really really love your work. I hope you keep up the amazing feels and are doing good in general!

I would like to ask for iruma with mom!reader.

WITH RECENT EVENTS! in the manga our boy needs some proper comfort.

I want the reader to hold iruma and tell him that everyone started caring about him because of him, I wanna see along the lies of the reader telling him " they will see the human in you and they will love you for it just like you love them as the demons they are"

( i also want mama reader just going full on quiet rage on kalegos brother to the point her aura consumes the ball room and he feels like his chest to going to cave in)

IRUMA IS SAD BUT ALL HIS ADOPTIVE PARENTS ARE WILLING TO HELP!

But thank you for taking the time to reade this i hope that this isn't too hard for you to do and please keep being awesome!

Thank you very much! I've been doing good, though I'm tired what with starting a new job and all, and I hope you are as well!

Sorry this took so long to get out, but it's finally here! Hopefully you're OK with it, since I did take a little bit of liberties with it.

Boss B*tch

When Narnia tries to put Iruma in his place, it ends up being him who is shot down instead. By you, Iruma's parent, who is none too pleased that an overconfident mutt hurt their baby's feelings. Luckily, if there is one thing humans are good at, it's mimicking that they are much more fearsome predators than they actually are.

TW! The only thing I can think of is the reader does draw a bit of blood and grabs Narnia's hair and threatens him. I don't think there's anything else?

One minute.

You had looked away for one minute, distracted by Alice and Razzbery fighting over Amaryllis, and when you looked back your son was no longer by your side. A frown flitted over your face as you swept your eyes over the ballroom. With so many colourful outfits, it was rather easy to find the blue-haired boy in his near black suit. He was still back where you had been originally, standing by Fenrir, or Fen-chan as he insisted on being called.

Iruma appeared to be sparkling as he chattered on about something. A fond smile appeared on your face as you excused yourself from the group to wander back over to him. Logically, you knew that you had to let him go off on his own, and yet you were incredibly anxious to leave him be when surrounded by so many high-ranking demons. And evidently, as you watched Iruma's face scrunch into confusion before falling into fear as Fenrir said something in return, you had been right to feel so.

Your eyes narrowed, your smile falling as Fenrir started to crowd in Iruma's space. You were close enough now that you could hear what it was that Fenrir was saying. He seemed to be going on a rant about the possibility of humans invading the Netherworld and, from the way he phrased it, made it obvious to you that he was more than aware of their existence and seemed to have a personal vendetta against them.  And more than likely he knew about you and Iruma being humans. As much as you had liked his quips, it was obvious.

Fenrir was a danger.

And you wouldn't allow danger near your son. Not after coming so close to losing him in the heartbreaker exam. Your nerves, which had been slowly loosening since then, tightened once more and your teeth were bared before you had even thought about it. Eyes narrowed, you watched as Amaryllis pounced on Iruma from behind out of nowhere, and vaguely wondered how she had got there first, before pushing the thought away. It was obvious from the way her body was tensed, one hand raised, that she was about to attack Fenrir too, but you had got there first.

Before she could strike out, you were there, palm hitting his face, nails digging into his skin as your hand flew out. You watched as he fell to the ground, his eyes widened in shock at the force and his blood splattering out against the ground next to him. You were suddenly very happy that you had grown your nails out to try and blend in with the demons here, as he tentatively raised one of his hands to the shallow claw marks on his cheek, blood still rising to the surface.

It was rather obvious from his dropped mouth and empty eyes that he was in a state of shock, as if he really couldn't comprehend that someone, much less you, had actually struck him. From the corner of your eyes, you could also see everyone else staring at the two of you as well. Amaryllis seemed to be stuck somewhere between surprise and pride, and Iruma had forgone all composure as he stared with eyes wide and mouth open, and all the varying demons around seemed to be imitating him.

To be fair, you could kind of understand why. This was a ball where they were supposed to be celebrating the future, and now there appeared to be two individuals fighting.  One of which was a self-proclaimed third most important member of the Border Patrol, a force that most did their best not to make an enemy of. And you had sent one sprawling to the floor with one hit.

There would most likely be consequences, you knew, as more of your anger seeped out of you. Amaryllis could have got away with it easily, being a member of the 13 Crowns. But you? You were just an unknown, unranked, being. Even if you are a child of one of the three greats, you, yourself, held no real power. And you had picked a fight with a demon who was leaps and bounds more powerful than you.

A fight you were determined to win through sheer willpower alone if necessary. Losing was not an option when Iruma was involved as collateral.

"You talk of beings that don't belong so well, and yet don't seem to recognize that the only one here who is out of place is you. You are nothing more than an overconfident mutt at my feet who needs to be retaught manners," He stared up at you, eyes wide at the seeping aura of anger and danger that poured out of your every cell.

Suddenly a giant black wolf materialized above him, with three eyes, and multiple tails raised in anger. All snarling fangs and posture, and while you felt fear tear through your body, you stared up at it as if you were unimpressed, before pulling your lips back and giving a loud snarl of your own at it. You watched it pause for a second, ears flickering in its hesitancy at this tiny being in front of it, before the canine abruptly vanished again. Leaving behind Fenrir, still at your feet.

He appeared to be out of his shock and was kneeling now, likely trying to stand up while you were distracted. Well, you couldn't have that just yet. You quickly grabbed a fistful of his hair and leaned down while dragging him up so your faces were inches apart. A hiss left his mouth at the abrupt action, but he quickly shuts his mouth again at the look on your face.

His mind was racing as he tried to comprehend what exactly was happening. He knew you were a human, and humans were supposed to be weak little creatures. Easy prey that even an infant could catch, so logically you were supposed to be as well. And yet here you stood with all power reeking off of you like you were the Demon King himself. In the face of your fury, he felt a lot like some pup before the raging alpha of an enemy pack.

He could practically see it, instead of your human form, a large wolf with long flowing fur the colour of your hair, that would put his Cerberia to shame. Felt the large clawed paw on his chest with the way he struggled to breathe under the pressure, could hear the low furious growl that rumbled out of your chest, past the large fangs poised to rip him to shreds.

He felt more like he was looking at a deity of wrath than a human. He was as awed at your presence as he was fearful, as he stared up at you. 

"If I ever find you talking such drivel to my child again, I will skin you alive before ripping out your eyes, shoving them down your throat, so you can see my claws rip your carcass open while wearing your skin as a dress. Do you understand me?" you growled out at him. He nodded as best he could with your hand still clutching his hair. You leaned in more till you were right next to his ear, and whispered, "I know you know what I am, but you will cease and desist any attempts against me and mine before I show why our two worlds were really separated. After all, it was never for the benefit of human lives that demons vanished off to someplace new," before you abruptly let him go while standing up straight. He collapsed slightly, almost falling to the floor again before he caught himself with his knees. His head stayed bowed, showing his back, suitably cowed before you.

"Good boy, now go on, apologize."

Fenrir staggered to his feet before you, head still bowed. "Please forgive my rudeness, my lady. It will never happen again." He slowly turned towards where Iruma was standing, still flabbergasted at your display, before straightening up when he noticed the demon's gaze on him.  Fenrir bowed again at Iruma, "And to you too, milord. I got too carried away, and it was wrong of me. I am sorry for scaring you."

Iruma started to move his hands slightly, to wave away the apology, but one quick shake of your head had him lowering them again. "It's - It's alright..." Iruma said, still startled and somewhat lost at what was going on. 

Fenrir raised up from his bow to Iruma, and turned back towards you, lowering his head towards you once again, "If you'll excuse me, my lady, I think I'll go wash my face." He stayed still until you nodded your head, before he turned away and walked off, presumably towards where the washrooms were. Your eyes stayed narrowed on his form until he disappeared from your view by the surrounding crowd. And really, when had it gotten that big? 

Shaking your head mentally, you did your best to ignore the crowd as you turned your attention to Iruma. He still looked as shocked as before as you made your way over to him. He straightened once more, though he fidgeted a little bit under the intensity of your look. Likely misreading your determination as anger at him. 

Squishing his cheeks in between your hands as you finally made your way to him, you turned his head this way and that, before looking him up and down. Satisfied with your inspection but not still high on nerves, you asked him if he was OK. He gave the best nod he could with his head still stuck in your hands, and you quickly let him go. Seeing a look in his eyes though kept you from fully believing him. 

Had you scared him? You generally presented a very calm parental relationship with him. Trying your hardest to never give in to a temper and always think things through calmly when dealing with anything with or near him. You would hate to find out that the one time you let anger consume you had changed his perception of you. 

Hearing two shouts of Iruma’s name, you turned towards where two individuals were forcing their way through the dispersing crowd, dragging you out of your thoughts. Now that the show was clearly over, the other occupants were going back to their original groupings, still chattering about what had happened but no longer as interested in watching you. 

Focusing back in, you found the two individuals were Amerie and Alice. Both talked over the other as they tried to find out what happened and if everyone was OK. Waving off their concerns, you simply commented that a dog had to be retrained and that it had been handled before grinning at their flabbergasted looks. 

Glancing over towards Iruma you noticed he seemed to slowly withdraw into himself. His eyes clouded over as whatever he was thinking slowly consumed his mind. Thinking quickly, you gestured over to where a few tables were and suggested that you took a quick break after all the excitement. Amerie and Alice had clearly come to the same conclusion as you, as they quickly nodded and surrounded Iruma as if trying to hide him from view as you led the small group over. Amaryllis declined the offer, saying she still had some socializing of her own to do, before veering off away from. Judging from her determined walk, she was likely on her way to visit the misbehaving dog from earlier.

With Iruma and you settled at a table hidden to the sidelines, you couldn't help the fond smile that crosses your face as both Amerie and Alice fawned over Iruma. Both clearly expressed worry over how he felt about what had just happened, but were not certain about what to do to make it better. When Iruma shooed them away to have fun and that he simply wanted to have a moment alone, your smile dipped into a frown. Due to the way he was raised, Iruma always jumped at the chance to have others around him. Constantly craving their affection and company. To push others away after something like that clearly said something was wrong. And you had a good feeling what it was.

You were going to kill Fenrir the next chance you got.

You gave the two demons across from you a nod and put a hand on Iruma's shoulder gently. "Don't worry, I have him. Go have fun and make connections. We'll join in again later."

They both hesitated, clearly still uncertain about leaving him, before nodding in acquisition. With a few last words, they left to socialize with the others, and you watched them go before turning back to Iruma.

"How about we get out of here briefly," you suggested with a wink at him.

His eyes widened at your words, staring at you with a dropped jaw, "But we promised Opera-"

"We promised not to leave the Deviculum, and we're not." You nodded to the large curtains strewn along the walls. "I noticed them earlier, but didn't think we would need them. Every one of the curtains leads to a balcony. We'll be out of prying eyes, and you get a space to breathe, while still technically staying within bounds."

He blinked owlishly at you before tilting his head in thought. It was quite obvious there were two sides warring in him, but yours must have won out when he nodded and moved to get up. He followed obediently behind you as you led him to the closest window. Giving a quick look around to make sure no one was looking your way, you lifted the curtain a bit and gestured to him to go through. Technically speaking, you didn't actually know if you were allowed out here.

Iruma didn't need to know that. 

Moving to go behind the curtain yourself, you gave one more cursory glance before following him outside. The second you were outside, you couldn't help but take a deep breath of the cool air. You hadn't even realized how stuffy the room was until you made it out into an open area and were enjoying the light breeze blowing through. Opening the eyes you hadn't even realized you had closed, you made your way to where Iruma was leaning against the railing, still looking as downcast as before.

"Will you tell me what's on your mind?"

"I'm just thinking. About what Fenrir-san said. That humans didn't belong here. It made me wonder if I don't belong and-"

At Iruma's clearly lost face, as he suddenly stopped talking, you amended what you thought earlier. You weren't going to kill Fenrir. You were going to absolutely slaughter him.

"Iruma, honey, you, if anyone, belong here the most." He gave you a look, which you returned, before breaking into a small smile. "I'm being serious here. Yes, we're humans, but so what? We might be an invasive species by many people's standards, and it's true they can do a lot of harm."

You gave him an encouraging smile before continuing, "Sometimes those invasive species can do a lot of good too. You've already taken Babyls by storm. Done things that others thought were impossible, and they were good things. You brought together the misfit class, took back the Royal One classroom, and created things no one else has seen here. It was all you that did that." Seeing him open his mouth, likely in protest, you ploughed right on. "And before you argue, yes, I know you had help. But do you think Rome was built by a single person? Or that it was the Emperor alone who ruled Japan? They all had help, and they did great things with that help, as you will do too." You paused for a moment to take a breath before you went on a rant. "Look, what I'm getting at is that both here, and in the human world, there will always be people who hate you for things out of your control. You know what we do to those people, though?"

He shook his head, confusion clearly written on his face. You gave him a sharp tooth grin in response to his look, "We steam roll right over them and prove them wrong. Fenrir said humans don't belong. Prove him wrong by not just surviving, but thriving here. Keep working your way through those ranks until you feel good enough to look him in his face, smile and say 'You're wrong, I do belong here' before walking away from him. Some call it spite, I call it a purpose. Either way, it works." You carefully grabbed his shoulders and looked him in the eyes through his mask, "I know it's harder to do than say, but always remember that I along with Sullivan, Opera and all the others will always be here for you. Whenever you stumble or fall, we will pick you back up till you can walk on your own again. OK?"

He gave you a bright but watery smile and nodded.

"OK. Now let's get back in there and show them just how much we belong here." Iruma nodded again before rushing to give you a tight hug, burrowing his face into your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tightly before letting him go and gently ushering him towards the door again.

"Alright, let's do this."

Unbeknown to you, there was a new faction formed that day. Demons naturally flocked to those that held power, and someone who could take down another demon so effortlessly and without magic meant they were extremely powerful.

‘If Sullivan was still insistent on not taking the throne, then perhaps his child could take it in his place,’ they thought.

You had quite a few words for them when you found out. Especially when you found out it was Fenrir who was spearheading it. 

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

Wind Me Up

pairing: riri ✘ plussize!black!fem!reader

summary: riri williams drives you insane, mostly because you always lose to her academicly. being partners on an assignment can only make things much worse, you're sure. (requested)

contains: fluff, cute fun academic rivalry, reader is a snobby, rich, overdramatic perfectionist (maybe riri likes that), twinge of suggestive behavior

word count: 3840

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: i had too much fun writing this. might just be me projecting my love for snobby girls who are mean to me oops. hope those who requested like the way it turned out! enjoy <333

You grinned down at your test, squinting your eyes and tilting your head to make sure you were reading it correctly. And indeed you were. Ninety-nine. That’s what it read, and the pride that swam through you was electrifying. Highest grade you’d gotten all semester. Your professor was an intense grader, harsher than most, so to score this high was one of your greatest accomplishments. Being the perfectionist you were, odd numbers would usually throw you off, but not this one.

You could not rip your eyes away from the paper before you. Telling your mother later, after weeks of complaints about how Dr. Hanson had it out for you, would be the most satisfying feeling. Nothing could ruin your shine right now.

“Ninety-nine. That’s Cute.” Except maybe that; her.

Exhaling on a heavy sigh, you turned to face her, “What do you want, Williams?”

“So I can’t congratulate you on your lil ninety-nine?” Her lips curled into a smug smile and it took all the restraint you could muster not to carve her eyeballs out with your pen. The familiar feeling of burning irritation began climbing the back of your neck, talons digging deep.

“Please don’t tell me you’re jealous.” You felt a jolt of confidence then, straightening your posture and eyeing her up and down. Riri was wearing a random band t-shirt and jeans, with a pair of Nike Dunks. The jeans hugged her curves well, but the rest of her outfit was just so very… basic. You would never be caught dead in anything similar to what she wore.

Her laugh was even more infuriating than her smile, and your eye roll was unavoidable. “And why would I be jealous of somebody with a lower grade than me? You crack me up, you know that?” Riri lifted her own test into eye view, and sure enough, she had gotten a one hundred. Said it right there in red. Red, what a multifaceted color you thought. Many things were red: the numerical value of both of your grades, the spots you were beginning to see the longer Riri dangled her test in your face, and of course: blood.

That restraint you were so desperately clinging to was slipping swiftly from your grasp. You imagined smacking her, were your rings sharp enough to draw blood? Of course Riri got a hundred. And of course her first move was to throw it in your face. God she made your skin crawl.

All your life, you’d been the best at any and everything you did. Things just came naturally to you, but apparently they came even more naturally to Riri. You’d never admit it out loud, if you did you would probably have to commit heinous crimes to keep it from getting out, but she was better than you; quicker, slicker.

Being second best was not something you handled well. Being second best to Riri’s first, that tangled with your mental stability.

“Having one point more than me does not mean what you think it means, Williams.” You narrowed your eyes, attempting to appear intimidating and unbothered.

Her bright smile blew you back, and you almost faltered, almost. “Trying to make yourself feel better about losing by convincing yourself that a lower grade is better than a perfect one? Damn that’s pathetic as hell.”

“I hope you know, no matter what you do, you’ll always be beneath me.” You growled, your anger evident in every syllable. Fuck restraint.

“And I hope you know, no matter how hard you try, your grade will always be beneath mine. Ima see you later, Two.” Riri smirked at you before leaving the class entirely. You swallowed a scream as you watched her leave. You hated it when she called you that, so obviously she made it a point to do it often.

Your treacherous eyes trailed to her butt and you cursed them, willing them to focus on the issues at hand. You huffed in attempts to calm yourself, and began gathering your things to head back to your apartment. Tomorrow was a new day, and “new days breed new possibilities.” Your grandmother’s mantra was something you held on very tightly to after meeting Riri Williams.

Though the only possibilities your days bred were those that would lead to you beating Riri’s ass at some point before the semester was over. Violence may not be ladylike in the eyes of your gracious grandmother, but grandmother does not know you go to school with the devil herself.

•••

After slipping on your stockings and tweed skirt, you smoothed it down. You slid your feet into your black Louboutins gracefully, then pulled on your matching blazer.

Your high puff looked elegant with your edges laid and plaid headband sitting patiently on top. Really pulled the whole look together. One last once over in your full length mirror, admiring the way your thick thighs and wide hips were framed in your outfit, then you grabbed your bag and headed off.

Most of your classes were a breeze, the ones she wasn't in, to be specific. Your hand shot into the air like a rocket with every question your professors directed to the class. The audible groans and death glares you received from your peers only egged you on more. Shining in an academic environment always put you in the best mood.

But alas, all good things must come to an end, all highs must become lows. And sitting in your chemistry class with the demon spawn herself was the lowest of all lows. You sat in your usual seat, last row, smack dab in the center so you could see everyone in the room.

“Nice shoes. They look new. Bet daddy bought those to cheer you up after coming in second to me, again.” Riri’s graining voice echoed in your ears right on schedule.

“We mustn't comment on things we can't afford, Williams.” You propped your elbows on the table, holding your pencil at point and eraser. Refusing to look at her, you let a smirk climb to your lips.

You could tell your comment struck her right where you intended it to. It took her longer to snap back than usual, exactly thirty-two seconds longer. “Daddy's money can't fix everything. It definitely ain't fixing that forehead.”

She chuckled at your shock and walked to her seat two rows down. “Oh that was real mature!” She'd never commented on your appearance before and you certainly did not expect it. Was there something wrong with your forehead? No one's ever mentioned it being abnormal or unusually large. If there was an issue, grandmother would've said something.

Your professor entered the class and you tried to focus on her lesson, but you’d be lying if you said that forehead comment wasn't rattling around in your brain.

“Okay, so in order for a molecule to be considered inorganic, what must it not contain?” Your hand was in the air then, reaching for the ceiling. Only half a second after Riri’s. You blew out a gust of air as you felt your left eye begin its inevitable twitching.

It was alright. It was only one question and there would be many more. You steadied your breathing, trying to remain as calm as possible, class had only just begun.

But class went exactly how it always went: Dr. Hanson asked a question, you raised your hand, Riri beat you to the punch, she received all the glory, and you were stuck biting down on the inside of your cheek until it bled.

“Last question before I give you your assigned partner for your lab. How many elements of unsaturation are present for a molecule with this formula?” She turned her back to the class as she scribbled on the board and your hand was up before she finished.

When she turned around, and spotted your fingers wiggling above you, her smile was genuine as she pointed to you and you returned it. “The answer is five. Five molecules.”

“I'm sorry, but that's incorrect. Anyone else wanna take a stab at it?” Embarrassment surged through you. Your ears grew hot with shame. Public humiliation was something you enjoyed quite a lot, but never had you been the one to light the match on yourself.

Riri cleared her throat in a rather obnoxious way before she spoke, “I'm sure what my intelligent classmate meant to say, was four. There are four elements of unsaturation present in that molecule. I can list them if you want.” And she did; list them. She turned to shoot you a wink. You snapped your pencil then and it was loud enough to shush the class.

Her stupid smirk was evident even with her back turned. You wondered what would happen if you went down there, grabbed her by the ends of her braids, and swung her small body around like a lasso. Expulsion probably, and Riri was petty enough to press charges. If she found herself coherent enough when you were finished with her, that was.

“Before you leave, make sure you check the board for your assigned partners.”

Riri reached the board before you, because of course she did. When she turned around her grin was as sinister as they came. “It's your lucky day Two, you get to work with someone who actually understands the course material. You should be grateful!” She poked your stomach and it swiveled from the contact. Strange.

“You are deathly unfunny, Williams.” There was absolutely no way in hell Dr. Hanson made the two of you partners. No way. But there it was, yet again in red. You were never a fan of irony.

Riri watched the color drain from your face and your eye’s erratic twitching. She found the whole thing amusing.

Your annoyed grunt sent her into a theatrical fit of laughter. “You know where my room is, we can start tonight. I'll catch you later, Two.”

You stomped your foot and stormed out of the class with no sense of direction, you just needed to be far away from her for as long as you could drag it out. This assignment would certainly cause you to break out in stress hives.

•••

You paced back and forth outside of Riri’s door hugging a bowl of muffins. Knocking would be smart, but knocking would mean you accepted this reality and you did not. You had gone home and stress baked two dozen muffins and three cakes that you had no intentions to consume. Thankfully, your neighbors were home and gladly took some off your hands. And then you found yourself packing some up to bring to Riri’s.

Yet here you were, unable to bring your fist to the door. The students on her floor probably thought you were a lunatic, and they wouldn’t be too far off with that assumption. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open and there stood Riri.

“Bruh, you gotta chill. I just got like seven messages saying there was some weird girl in heels outside my door pacing. You drawing too much attention to me.”

She grabbed your wrist and pulled you into her room. The feeling of her fingers on your bare skin brought back that silly little swivel from earlier, the one you decided to ignore completely.

It took you a minute to fully process what was going on. Not only were you still in disbelief about having to work with her, being in her room when she was dressed like that certainly did not help the situation. Riri had on short pajama bottoms, very short. Could they even be considered pants? No. You’d decided, and that was final. She was braless under her tank top and the material was fairly see through.

Your mind was spinning at the sight of her, something that has never happened for the duration of time you’d known her. Sure you’d checked her out from time to time, but you were only human. This was… you did not know what this was. You were brought out of your trance by the snapping of fingers in your face, Riri’s fingers. The annoyance you felt then reminded you exactly why you never went past casual glances at her body.

“Don’t snap your fingers at me, are you crazy? I’m not a damn pet.” You scoffed and made your way to her kitchenette. You ran your fingers along the small counter before rubbing them together. Everything was very sticky, you were not fond of sticky.

“What? My room not boujee enough for you?” She leaned back against her desk and crossed her arms. Her eyes stalked your body before coming to a very alarming stop at your chest. Her gaze on you was filled with something you didn’t understand, nor did you want to.

You cleared your throat, popping the bowl of muffins down on the counter, “Dorm life is certainly… a choice. Not one I would make but, hey you are not me.”

“If I had to be you for even a minute, I wouldn’t make it. Especially after you embarrassed yourself in class today, whew. My ego couldn’t take that. Nah.” What an insufferable little woman she was. She had no idea that her welcoming you to her room like this could lead to her own demise. Naïve. In the worst way for sure. If only she realized how many times you’d fantasized about wringing her neck.

“Can we just get started on this stupid assignment so I can leave this quaint little room of yours?” You looked around in disgust and she rolled her eyes before pushing off the desk.

Riri walked over to where you stood and stopped directly in front of you. For someone significantly shorter and smaller than you, her stare was intense. But your own stare was vehement; unshakeable. The two of you stood there for longer than necessary, glaring at each other with immense disdain. Riri broke first and you smirked. Victory.

“These for me?” She pointed to the muffins you brought and you nodded. “Feeding me Two? Don’t let me get the wrong idea about this.”

Your brows furrowed, “And what idea would that be, Williams?”

She moaned and licked her lips after biting into your muffin. You smiled a little at her reaction, validation in any form always had that effect on you, even coming from your nemesis. “You can just call me Riri, you know, like a normal person.”

“Calling you by your first name would imply that we were acquaintances or something. We are nothing of the sort. Now can we please get started on the assignment? If I’m here any longer I’m gonna start to itch.”

She scoffed at your remark, making her way over to her messy desk. Did tidiness mean nothing to this girl? “I meant what I said earlier Two, you should be grateful you got me as your partner. I already did the work. You’re welcome.”

“And you can understand why I would wanna check it over right? Seeing as my name is gonna be on it when it’s turned in.”

She laughed, “You just don’t know when to stop do you? Chill bro, you know how many people been begging me to do this lab for them? You’re getting a free hundred, just take it.”

You studied over her work, gagging at her atrocious handwriting. Something caught your eye then. It couldn't be. But it was, it so gloriously was. An error, small, but an error all the same. Significant enough that it called for a reworking of the entire thing. A full blown, tooth shattering grin broke through your face, dimples popping.

“See man, I told you. My work is perfect.” She thought your smile was about acknowledging a job well done on the assignment, how cute.

The thrill you felt from the thought of bursting her bubble and burning her to the ground was magnificent. “Au contraire. You made a mistake.”

“A mistake?” She was at your side in an instant, eyes traveling every line on the paper.

You nodded frantically, “See here how you got seven? It's supposed to be five. And seeing as you used the same formula for every question…”

“That means the whole thing is wrong.” She pulled the paper from your grip, still in disbelief.

“Yup! Exactly! That's correct. I mean, you saying the whole thing is wrong is correct, not your actual work. Your work is actually very not correct.” You giggled victoriously and clapped your hands as she sat down at her desk.

Riri sighed, “Bruh, can you come over here and help me? Stop acting like a kid.”

“Sorry. But you’re so very wrong.” You beamed over at her. The frustration on her face was sweeter than candy.

“Come here. Now.” Agitation coated her words and you found yourself needing to obey them. You got on your knees beside her and began explaining her mistake. Riri was surprisingly receptive to being corrected and taught, she took instruction well. When you got to the last few problems, she insisted on doing them on her own and you let her. You smiled when she got it correct.

“See what a little listening and paying attention can get you? I mean I would not have made that mistake, but everyone has to start from somewhere I guess.” Her eyes found your lips as you spoke and she smirked. She let them flutter up to your own brown ones and you held your breath. Something in the room cracked a little, and it startled you.

“I’m not gonna lie Two, I like this little back and forth we got going on.” The emotion pooled in her eyes was one you knew well; lust. And it scared the living shit out of you.

You bit your bottom lip, glancing at her timidly, “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Your blood rushed. How could a simple word like 'yes' get you flustered? How was Riri Williams making you flustered? Witchcraft was at play, there was no other explanation.

Your voice came out higher than usual, and suddenly your blazer was way too tight. Your knees hurt from kneeling on the floor for too long, but you made no effort to stand. “And why’s that?”

“Maybe I like pushing your buttons.” The low rasp of her tired voice was enough to set you on fire. Words, you needed words. But sadly, none came. Riri chuckled, aware of what her words were doing to you. “Like right now, you’re so worked up you can’t even speak. It’s cute.”

You blinked slowly at her, “You think I’m cute, Williams?”

“Very.” The breath you inhaled got lodged in your throat. The thumping in your chest centered all of your emotions, you were enjoying the way she looked at you like she craved you.

Riri’s expression let you know she was ready to devour you like she did your muffin. It made your head spin, and she took note of that too. The ache growing between your thighs was not something you could ignore any longer.

Your head dipped to the carpet in her room and Riri snaked her index finger under your chin, “Don’t go getting all shy on me now. Look at me.” And you did. Her eyes twinkled like stars and you were surprised you never noticed their shine before. You supposed plotting her untimely death was the reason for that.

“I don’t understand. If you think I’m so cute, why haven’t you said so before?”

“Now look who’s not paying attention. Like I said, I like challenging you.” She preened.

Your eye twitched then, “But you don’t challenge me, you best me. I do not enjoy being bested.”

“So you admit I’m better than you. I already knew that, but it’s nice to hear. Besides, I’m sure the only time you don’t like being bested, is in the classroom.”

Your scoff was loud and alarming, and so was your blush, “What does that mean?”

Her words were almost an inaudible whisper, “Come closer and I’ll tell you.”

They pulled you in, and before you knew it her lips covered yours. That crack in the room spread and shattered everything around you. Her lips were softer than you anticipated and they clogged your mind. She moved her mouth skillfully against your own as she stood up from her chair.

The move made you do the same, but neither of you dared to break the kiss, too many emotions were entangled in it to allow that. Her hand traveled down your sides, cupping your curves and rolls until she reached your ass. She squeezed and you yelped, causing her to giggle into the kiss.

Riri’s hands grazed your large thighs and she signaled for you to hop onto her desk, “Up.” You followed her instruction and she placed herself in between your legs. Her lips peppered warm pecks along your throat as she wrapped a fist around it. You moaned into her touch as you threw your head back.

She seemed to really like the sounds you were making for her as her lips trailed lower and lower on your chest. “Is this okay?” You nodded when she kissed your cleavage.

“Words Two, use your words.” Her tongue slid between your breasts and you shivered.

“Yes, it’s perfect.” Your whimper was soft and needy.

“That’s my girl.” Her lips found yours again and you kissed her with force, surprising her. It was her turn to moan now and you wrapped your legs around her waist, allowing your heels to fall to the floor.

Riri’s hand attempted to slip under your skirt, but you smacked it away with a swiftness, “I’m not that easy, Williams.”

“Like I said, I love a challenge.” She grinned up at you and you returned it.

“Can I just say, I think we’ve discovered that I’m a better kisser than you.”

Her laugh was loud and hearty, “Ima give you that because you’re adorable when you’re over confident. You and that cute forehead.”

“Oh my god what’s wrong with my forehead you freak?” You smacked her shoulder and hopped down from the desk to gather your things.

She only laughed as she walked you to the door, not before getting a few more pecks in and copping yet another feel of your butt.

“Can I tell you a secret?” She pressed her face on the side of her door and eyed you.

“What secret is that? That you’re obsessed with me? I think we’ve covered that.”

She shook her head and smirked, “I did the entire assignment wrong on purpose. Like come on, you really thought I would make that many mistakes on some simple equations? I just wanted to see you get all excited about correcting me, and you didn’t disappoint, lemme tell you.”

Your eyes bulged out of your head at her confession. She was truly a sick and twisted individual, but so were you. A match made in hell if anything.

“Goodnight, Riri.”

#riri williams x black!reader #riri x black!reader #lyricswriting #ironheart x black!reader #myworks #riri williams x reader #ironheart x reader #riri williams x plus size!reader #riri williams #black panther #wakanda forever #ironheart #dominique thorne #riri williams x fem!reader #riri williams x black!fem!reader

[ilysmjihyo]

Sidekick

Nayeon/reader

“I should’ve just stayed home…this was a waste of time.” You sighed rolling your eyes while downing the third beer of the night, crowded by a bunch of college students you’d never seen before combined with the loud thrums of music you’ve heard on the radio far too many times. “Come on y/n you hardly get out these days, college years are the ones that’s made for figuring yourself out and making questionable decisions! Don’t you want it to be memorable?” Your best friend exclaimed rather dramatically whilst draping her arm around shoulder, judging by her stupor she seemed to be already tipsy ‘Such a lightweight’ you thought to yourself chuckling. “Sure Sana, let’s kiss and change the trajectory of our friendship I’m sure that checks off questionable and memorable.”

You smile smugly while wiggling your eyebrows resulting in her mushing your face earning another laugh out of you.

“Be serious y/n, I brought you to this house party for a reason! You need to put yourself out there more.” She says sternly crossing their arms, face rosy from the alcohol although supposed to be intimidating her puffy cheeks and pouty eyes makes it all the more adorable “ I know I know and I appreciate you for it, it’s just hard ya know? Talking to people…it isn’t my kind of thing there’s no way I can make the first move.” you say scratching the back of your neck giving a sheepish grin.

The look on Sana’s face says she wasn’t buying it “Says you? If you hadn’t came up to me in freshman year we wouldn’t be friends right now.” Sana states nudging you side stumbling a little bit soon regaining your footing “Ok first of all I didn’t come up to you, YOU crashed into me rushing to class ruining my project, and to make up for it you took me out to dinner.” You deadpanned crossing your arms narrowing your eyes at the woman who was throwing her hands up in defense sweat dropping down the side of her face clearly caught.

“ I said I was sorry ok? Plus the place I took you too was pretty fancy if I do say so myself, I think my point still stands.” She say’s matter of factly

“I got an F because of you…”

“Yet here you are in this cramped house with me, obviously you must like me to some degree.”

Wrapping her arms around your neck putting you in headlock rubbing her cheek against yours “face it we’re friends for life, besides I know that’s not the only reason you came. You came for her right?” Soon heat rushed to your cheeks ducking your head ever so slightly

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say.

“Your blush says otherwise.” She muses.

“I’m drunk.” You groan.

“Drunk in love~” she teases.

Sighing exasperatingly you cave “I heard that Nayeon might be here I thought maybe in a space like this I could finally muscle up the courage to ask her out, but I’m not so sure.” Hanging your head in defeat. Im Nayeon just the sound of her name sounds heavenly, she’s in your music theory class just a few rows ahead. Every day you try to work up the courage to talk to her but you chicken out and end up running out the classroom deeming yourself the biggest loser ever.

“Did you ever stop to think she’s been wanting to talk to you as well y/n?” Sana said one eyebrow raised “pfft! As if! I bet she doesn’t even know I exist, I’d be lucky if she even looked my way.” You say “I do have a class with her you know, we have English together and I gotta say you’ve definitely captured her attention.” She whispers in your ear, rolling your eyes you let out a deep sigh “Yeah right what makes you so sure?” You say pinching the bridge of your nose dejectedly “I don’t know why you don’t ask her?”

As on cue she turns your head into the direction that is none other than Nayeon herself standing by the living room talking to her friends. The way she looked was ethereal. Happiness looked amazing, from the way she sounds , bunny teeth showing, eyes turning into the most beautiful crescents and endearing heartfelt nature to her outfit from the denim butterfly top to the waist beads and denim pants to match. She recently dyed her hair blonde and if you didn’t have a thing for blondes before you surely do now. Heart beating out of your chest at the thought of even talking to her “I-I don’t think I’m ready Sana” you say stuttering “Sure you are! Hey Nayeon over here!”

Sana yelled over the loud music which was loud enough for Nayeon to turn her head to our direction eyes landing on us flashing her signature bunny smile, gosh if you could die right there on the spot you would. Trying to break out of Sana’s hold to make a break for it, surprisingly she’s a lot stronger than you give her credit for

‘fuck, fuck, fuck! She’s right there!’ Screaming internally

“Sana-ya oh my gosh you came!” She came barreling over wrapping the hamster girl in the tightest embrace. Giggles erupted from the Japanese woman as she greated her with the same energy, you would think they hadn’t seen each other in 10 years. “Unnie I’m so glad you made it I was starting to worry. I finally wanted to introduce you to my best friend y/n!” Grabbing your hand she pulls you forward so you’re now standing face to face with the girl you’ve been fawning over for months now.

‘Gosh she’s even more beautiful up close’ you think to yourself mesmerized by this goddess of a Virgo, not truly realizing how long you were staring Sana nudged you with her elbow breaking you out of your trance. “ N-Nayeon, hey! how’s it going?” Voice betraying you ‘How’s it going!?!? The most beautiful woman in the world is right front of you right now, and all you have to say is “how’s it going?”!? You’re broken out of your thoughts from the sound of laughter as Nayeon can’t contain her composure any longer.

“I’ll give you guys some time to talk if you need me I’ll be with jihyo I wanna see how many shots I can do!” And as soon as she said that Minatozaki disappeared, so now it was just you and nayeon. Alone. ‘Come on say something anything!’ You berate yourself trying to start a conversation if only could communicate through silence this would be so much easier. “You know I’ve been wanting to talk to you for a while now but I could never bring myself to.”

Nayeon said never once taking her eyes off you her cheeks turning upwards showing the sweetest smile. “Yeah? Would you believe me if I told you the same thing? I’ve been wanting to talk to you ever since you showed the song you made in class, I thought it was amazing.” You said fondly back against the wall staring up at her “Really!? I worked really hard on it! Though I feel like I’ve made better instrumentals I really loved how it turned out, please praise me more!” She says cutely.

Gosh if she keeps going on like this you might combust not that the heat rushing you ears was any indicator. “Listen, for a while I’ve been trying get with you and I was wondering if you’d wanna come over my place sometime and make music….” Shyly rubbing the back of your neck awaiting her response which was soon filled with laughter

‘Man I really fucked up huh?’

Before you could say anything Nayeon suddenly got closer leaning down breath warm against your ear, body gone rigid just what was this girl up to? “Is making beats all that you wanna do or is there something more?” Voice dripping like honey, teasing very much evident in her tone yet still leaving you fumbling over your words “ I-I well the thing is y-you we..” once again giggles fill the room while her hand slaps the side of your shoulder “I wish you could have seen your face it was so cute, I totally wanna see that expression more often.” Beaming without a care in the world as if she didn’t give you a heart attack not even a minute ago “You think I’m cute?” Tilting your head to the side “How can I not? Whenever you answer in class you totally geek out, or whenever you’re focused on a song you have the cutest expression it’s really endearing.”

‘Damn I owe Sana dinner after this, she was right…I can never say that to her she’ll never let me live it down.’ Thinking to yourself.

“So is that a yes on you coming over?” Smiling confidently arms crossed back against the wall while trying to play it cool while Nayeon basically has you pinned one arm above you far too close “Only cuz you’re fun to be around, don’t get too cocky.” Eyes half lidded with a smirk pulling on her lips

“Who says I’m cocky maybe you bring out the best in me.” You say with the same energy

“Let’s make it official then. Your place I’ll be over Saturday at 2, sound good to you?” She says lowly

“Don’t make me wait too long yeah? I don’t wanna get my hopes up.” Saying softly

suddenly you felt something soft pressed against your cheek it happened so quickly there wasn’t enough time to register it. As Nayeon pulls back she seems pretty pleased with herself hands folded behind her back as you bring your hand up to touch where she had kissed you heat rising to your cheeks for the umptenth time that night.

This girl was going to be the death of you.

“Don’t worry I’ll make it worth your while just trust me yeah?” Pouting cutely “I trust you.” Hearts looming above your head in a daze “ I’ll see you around cutie, can’t wait to hang this weekend.” She says before sending you a flying kiss and a wink soon returning to her friends and enjoying the rest of the night. As soon as Nayeon left Sana returned “Soooooo…how’d it go?” peeking over at you waiting for a response

“What the fuck just happened?”

#I tried my best but I like how it turned out :p #give it some love yeah? #pop nayeon still had a hold me and I’ll never let go #twice #Im nayeon #nayeon

[scratchandplaster]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 7 - Suffering in silence

CW: emotional manipulation, parental Whumper, hypnosis, conditioning, mind control, interrogation, forced betrayal

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Shepard cradled his son protectively, hoping to increase this state of suggestibility to a usable scale, despite or especially because the walls Reuben had built up were nothing more than gravel on the road.

"Listen carefully now. I'm not trying to fool you again, I'm just worried about my children. That's why I need to know if Lukas is all right, you understand this better than anyone. You remember what always happens when the stress gets to him: he doesn't eat, just lays in bed until sunset and doesn't go outside for fresh air. We don't want that, do we?"

His youngest nodded his assent. Luke, in one of his moods, couldn't cope on his own and he was all alone now too, but Ben was here and ready to support him from afar.

"You always help me out, that's your special talent. And I wouldn't dare to ask you bluntly, I bet Lukas told you that awful things would happen if you reveal details about his new...current home to me."

Ben agreed again, he was thoroughly briefed to hold his peace. Luke's horror stories about how they both would be dragged back and forcefully introduced again made goosebumps blossom at the back of his neck, which Shepard carefully stroked away: "But I'm not asking directly, so it's okay, we can play by Lukas' silly little rules and help him at the same time. Isn't that great?"

Shepard watched a lightened smile spread across his son's face, always eager to assist his dad.

"So, to achieve this, I need you to stay down, stay calm, stay open to my words. When you're ready to talk to me, I will listen."

After swallowing a few times, his jaw loosened with a click. Ben was thoroughly poised. Perfect.

"You lived together with Luke?" Shepard tried to suppress any judging tone that possibly snuck its way into his questions.

"Yes," Ben whispered, his voice sounding like it detached to flow freely throughout the tent.

Just as suspected: same city, same vicinity. Shepard would siphon Luke out of the masses until he was sure he was close enough.

"And others too?"

"Yeah." 

Shared flat. Close to campus, more than likely. Luke had surrounded himself with many people, many friends, which certainly acted as an extra barrier. Nothing his dad couldn't get out of the way.

"That's so nice, it's important to stay close to the people you love."

Ben nuzzled into the crook of his neck, a compliment Shepard gladly accepted.

"Imagine something for me. Imagine you're back in the house you lived in. You wake up like every morning, the warm sunbeams on your skin welcome the new day, and get dressed in your favorite outfit. You already prepared it the evening before, that's how exited you are to take a stroll through the city."

Ben could see Lukas' room so clearly: the spare sleeping mat he and his roommates had dug up and cramped under the desk. Everything had been cramped ever since he followed his brother out into the real, wild world, but that never stopped them from finding a way for themselves.

"Ready for the day, you step outside. What is the first building you can see?"

The question took a while to settle in, the cogs in Ben's mind worked at a snail's pace: "A restaurant."

"Is it a nice one, an expensive one?"

"Yeah." Luke had invited him there once or twice, only when his paychecks arrived.

"Can you see the name?"

Despite their makeshift living conditions, Shepard wondered if his boys, lacking papers and any kind of formal education, managed to settle in a high-end neighborhood. Meanwhile, Ben smiled weakly, remembering the intense aroma of cinnamon and sprinkles on his tongue.

"What does it say?"

"IHOP."

"Thank you, sweetheart," Shepard coughed and bit his lip hard to hold in his laughter. This narrowed the area down. His Reuben was incredibly helpful indeed, even if he was unable to grasp why.

"Taking in the morning air, you stride along the sidewalk to the nearest street sign. They are fixed on a post, a little plate with letters on it."

"I know, Dad!" he could practically hear Ben roll his eyes if he were in a different state of mind, "I'm not as stupid as you think."

But sweet Ben never paid attention to bland signs that couldn't spark his curiosity, and currently his brain wasn't active enough to produce a dream image.

"What street are you on?"

Ben shrugged innocently: "I dunno."

Prodding further would just risk him getting defensive, a possibility not worth sacrificing his results for. Lukas was practically gifted to Shepard on a silver platter, rushing it was not the way.

"That's alright, Ben. You're doing great, just go back to the house for me and tell me what color it is."

"Bricks," he muttered.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, the tired man tried another strategy: "You walk up to the front door now, please. Slowly, dear, we aren't in a hurry."

A foul lie to calm his all too eager son down; complex assignments usually made Ben confuse himself into a stupor.

"Arriving at the entrance, you look at the facade and somewhere above the doorbells you will see a number. If you tell me which one it is, I'll stop bothering you."

Bother wasn't a word Ben would ever use to describe the breathwork they did together, he may not understand every word that was said or left his own mouth, but nevertheless appreciated this embrace for his soul.

Before his inner eye, the path he walked up countless times before showed itself in great detail: the clear view made of old beer cans and crumbling plaster he never quite got used to. It had to be there somewhere, a few stairs further inside a big circle. Slow, calculating head pats were exchanged for treacherous information.

"The number, sweet thing." If listened closely, maybe one could hear a trace of impatience.

"Four-two-seven," Ben murmured under great exertion.

"There you are. Thank you very much, Ben." A gentle kiss on the crown of his head sealed the deal.

Dad was so proud of him, he did a good job! All was forgiven.

The hard part was over, now Shepard had to ensure that his nestling didn't fledge again. He was truly fortunate that he had such a big heart and dutiful mind.

"How about one more favor for your old man?"

"Okay," Ben's warm breath against his father's chest let them tighten the hug.

"Are you sure? You already did so much for us."

In response, Reuben nodded avidly. He could always assist Dad, he could always prove his worth.

"Well, then. I want you to forget this conversation, Ben. Let it drift out of your head into the world, mix with the wind and get carried far, far away. It would hurt me too much to have you burdened with my worries."

Followed by a deep exhale and final sign of agreement, Ben was placed back on the sea of cushions and blankets beneath him and kindly tucked in. All that was prepared beforehand had found its use, as father and son laid beside each other, hand in hand.

"I'm going to talk to your subconscious now, but you can just simply float along. You don't have to listen to my drivel anymore, starshine, a deeper part will do all the work required. Let go and follow me."

At this final command, the last string that tethered Ben to the waking world slipped from his grasp.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

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#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday7 #emotional manipulation #parental Whumper #hypnosis whump #conditioning #mind control #interrogation #forced betrayal #not Ben's fault :( #recapture #Carewhumper #touchstarved Whumpee #cult setting #conditioned Whumpee #regretful Whumper

[alicewonderao3]

Title: The Fool

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Haley Hotchner, oc female character.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x oc female character

Summary: What happens when you run into your boyfriends ex wife on a date? Should you really go confront her about how she’s messing with his feelings before you talk to your boyfriend?

Word count: 1,391

Authors note: Okay, so I was inspired by another song for this one, as usual. I’m still running with the whole Haley cheated on Aaron theory, at least for this story. I wrote this quickly and barely edited it, so I had no beta and all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine. I borrow the song lyrics from the song that inspired me: ‘The fool,’ by Lee Ann Womack. I don’t own the song. Tagging @sadgirlzluvdilfs

Warnings: slight angst, some fluff, mentions of cheating.

It was a rare Friday night off, no new cases, nothing urgent, so Aaron had picked me up for a date. I'd slipped into his favorite dress of mine, a gorgeous green sundress with tiny white flowers scattered across the fabric. The hem hits my thighs, and with my dark curls left loose around my face, pulled back a flowery clip, my honey-brown eyes sparkle as he leads me into the nice restaurant.

It's also a night he doesn't have Jack, so I already know he's gonna take me back to his place, which will be nice, a rare night sleeping with him. We order our drinks and as we sit, someone from the FBI notices Aaron as they walk by. He gives me an apologetic look as he gets pulled into some shop talk, and I stand up, letting him know I'm heading to the bathroom while he talks.

On my way back from the bathroom, I pass through the bar area and spy her. Haley. Aaron's ex is there, a new man on her arm. One of many, anyway. She throws her head back and giggles and flirts and my heart and mind have their internal battle. I only know her from pictures I've seen of her in Aaron's apartment, pictures he keeps because Jack's in them.

Aaron and I have been dating for a few months now. He's a handsome man, reserved to those who don't know him, but his love of musicals and his warmth drew me in. Along with those big brown eyes of his. He keeps telling me it's not the right time to meet Haley yet. He's barely a year out of his divorce, sure, and I know enough to know it wasn't a good one.

You don't know me, but I know who you are. Mind if I sit down?

I know I shouldn't approach her, but I can't help it, tapping her on the shoulder, as her date goes to the bathroom. She turns to face me, her eyes landing on mine. I take a deep breath and introduce myself. She shakes my hand, her voice hesitant. "Alice, right, you're dating my husband, if memory serves." She says, and I can't help but clear my throat. "Ex-husband."

My words fall into silence, and she glances around me. "Where is Aaron?" I can hear the want in her tone, and the excitement as she fixes her hair. "He's at our table, still," I say and I watch her noticeably deflate at my words. "Can I buy you a drink?" I ask her, and she nods. She offers me the chair to her date has vacated, and I buy her and myself a drink.

If you've got a minute, I'll buy you a drink, I've got something to say...

The bartender brings it to us, and she eyes me as she sips it, her eyes narrowing as she takes in my outfit. We make pointless small talk about Jack and the weather before she says, "What do you have to say to me, Alice?" I swallow down my drink and meet her eyes. "You're leading Aaron on."

She doesn't say anything to me. She doesn't deny it. She just flicks her blonde hair back, her eyes meeting mine. "So? He was mine first." I nod, meeting her eyes. "I'm not disputing that. But as much as he's trying to move on, you're making it hard for him. What, is he supposed to pine over you forever, while you go on dates?" I ask her, setting my glass down, my honey-brown eyes meeting hers.

I'm the fool, in love with the fool, who's still in love with you...

I sigh. "Haley. You divorced Aaron. I can't pretend to know why, since Aaron won't tell me, but I can guess. Sure, he says his job had a hand in it. The late nights, the missed anniversaries, the long periods away. But I know that's not all of it." I said, my words falling into silence.

I know she knows what I'm getting at when she takes a sip of her drink and sighs. "What's your point, Alice? If I want to flirt with him I will." She says, and I sigh. "You cheated on him, Haley. He may think I don't know, but I do. I can see it. I don't have to be a profiler to see how you hurt him."

She stays silent, waving her hand for me to continue. "I see it. It's in the way he holds me closer when men approach me when we're out together. It's in the way he freezes when I get a text message or a phone call. It's in the way he's constantly checking in on me, making sure I know how much he cares about me. Sending me small things. You hurt that man, and you expect to just keep him on string, forever?"

I know love, is a fragile thing. And I'm trying hard to make it last. But it ain't easy, holding onto my dreams when he's holding onto the past...

She sighs. "It's not fair, Haley, and you know it. I love Aaron. He means the world to me but he won't take that step and tell me he loves me, even if he feels it. You don't love him, that's a fact. I've seen you around. But you hold Aaron's heart in the palm of your hand, and it's breaking right in two."

Just one more thing, before I go. I'm not here to put you down...

I see a sort of guilt on her face, as I finish my drink, unaware of Aaron, standing behind me, his eyes moving between me and Haley as I pour my heart and soul out. "You say that you're moving on, that you're in love with someone else. It's cruel to tease Aaron that way, holding the promise of your love in front of his face when you don't mean it. He doesn't deserve that. No one does. Let him move on. Let him be happy, for crying out loud. We both know no one deserves that more than he does."

Haley speaks, for the first time since I started speaking seriously to her. "I know." It's just two words, but I don't attribute it to the fact that Aaron's standing behind me. "I know you love him, Alice. And you're right. It's cruel. Especially when you consider what I did to him. He didn't deserve that."

I nod. It's not a lot, but it's something. "I should go. Aaron's probably wondering where I am." She nods. "See you around, Alice. Oh, and good luck."

I turn around and there he is, looking at me. For a second, I wonder how much he heard. He says nothing to me, just pulls me close, and wraps his big strong arms around me. I can smell the cologne he's wearing as he holds me, his voice a whisper in my ear. "I love you, Alice."

I look up at him, pulling back. "I love you too, Aaron." I know he's heard everything when his hands cup my face, as he stares down at me like I'm the most precious thing in his world. "So much, you don't even realize it." He says, his voice is husky and soft. "I'm not holding onto the past, Alice. I'm looking forward to my future, to our future."

His words make me tear up a little, and he wipes a tear that slips down my face. "Now, let's go have dinner, I wanna take my favorite girl back to my place and show her just how much she means to me." I lean up and kiss him, my lips soft and warm on his, as his large hands hold me close.

He guides me back to the table, and as we walk out, I see Haley at the bar with her date. She's still flirting, still giggling, but as her eyes meet mine, I see a sort of understanding flash through her eyes. She nods, holding her drink up as she spots my small hand entwined with Aaron's. She doesn't acknowledge Aaron standing beside me, just smiles, and turns her attention back to her date.

I'm the fool, in love with the fool, who's no longer in love with you...

#aaron hotchner 💞 #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x oc #aaron hotchner drabble #inspired by music

[cyborg-franky]

What Kind Of Fanfiction Writer Are They Part One

I am sorry if this has been done before but I wanted some silliness to get me out my funk <3 I will add more.

Ace

Always writing that amateur porn.

Would be into reader x content.

Him with everyone he has a crush on.

His handwriting is rather lovely, and you are shocked when you read in cursive ‘Then he dicked them down good and hard’

Always, always asks people for spelling help.

Every five seconds Marco hears ‘MARCO HOW DO YOU SPELL..’ and it’ll be some gross fetish word that Marco has never heard of and Googles, is never the same again.

Depending on his mood it’ll either be short snappy or so much detail you had no idea someone could write 2k about someone giving head.

Honestly, it’s a talent.

Crudely typed but he is having a great time.

Argues and fights with his beta reader, like to the death.

“What do you mean you can’t fit that much in? what are you? A fucking doctor?”  he would snap “Actually, yes, I am, yoi.” And yet Ace scoffs and insists that’s how the human body works

Downs energy drinks until he’s too shaky to type.

Marco

He is the type of writer that sits down, looks at his paper and then does everything but write.

Plays with the feather on his pen, he’s already done lots of paperwork today is he in the mood?

Would be the type that uses too many commas and doesn’t know when to end a sentence. Ends up with written rambling.

The page is covered in doodles.

Would let his discord distract him, a lot¸ would be into gossip with friends more than working on anything.

Does 200 words and calls it a day.

Has a folder full of WIPs

Bet he still has solitaire on the computer and ends up spending three hours playing that completely on accident.

Likes to write with a cup of coffee.

Has published maybe one thing since he started his blog.

Translates anything he does manage to finish into bird.

Often forgets the point of his story halfway through and it’s jarring to his readers and people are just “Oh, that’s just Marco.”

Thatch

That bitch is a master author

Regular Danielle Steel.

Sits with a bottle of wine though he takes it a glass at a time, sits with his hair in a towel, wearing a fluffy robe and slippers.

Swirling around his wine in the glass while he monologues aloud.

“Oh Thatch! That’s great.” He says with a chuckle.

Has many cheesy romance novels out there in the Grandline.

Rayleigh himself has a stash.

Thatch will sit down and pound out 4k words in like two hours and it’ll all be cheesy crap but he loves it, publishes it and stocks it in everyone’s rooms.

Ace has used it as a firelighter before, Marco just stumbles on it by accident, Haruta launches it at people in a hit and run.

It’s always about a handsome cook who has long flowing hair and steals hearts.

He will sign every copy.

Giggles when he writes something dirty ‘girthy member’ has him chortling to himself over his glass of wine.

Izou

NO BETA WE DIE LIKE MEN.

Thatch begs him to let him read it first and help him.

Izou just ignores every comment and correction, and passive-aggressively gives each comment a thumbs up.

Or a >/ face.

Izou will write so much action, it’ll always be gunfights and dresses, gunfights and fashion for sure.

Izou will go into so much detail about what his characters are wearing, you will get bored of the 500 words on the outfit, stick with it because the epic fight scene will bring you back.

OVERUSES CAPITALS TO MAKE A POINT.

Thatch and Marco read over it, eyes wide as they turn to Izou who narrows his eyes “No, I don’t take criticism, thanks.”

Izou is bad at romance, he just writes it like ‘And they kissed, and they were in love and then they did this and that’ before going into more detail about gunfights.

Drinks a lot of green tea, surroundings himself in scented candles, has a face mask on while smashing the keys like they owe him money.

#marco the phoenix #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #mild n/sfw #marco x reader #portgas d ace x reader #fushichou marco #one piece #marco one piece #ace one piece #fire fist ace #thatch #thatch one piece #izou #izo #izou one piece #izo one piece

[drvirgus]

Commitment & Responsibility

Yeji X Fem! Reader

Description: The life of Yeji and her Girlfriend Yn

Warnings: G!P Yeji, Smut, Angst

Chapter 2:

sighing, I furrowed my forehead. I rolled my eyes and decided to go with it. My AirPods were in my ears, blasting "Dalla Dalla" by Itzy.

I was wearing Yeji's shirt, although it was a bit tight around the chest, and the sleeves were much longer. I chuckled as I started making pancake batter.

I danced along to the beat, since I used to be Itzy's manager and had seen the dance routine many times, I knew it by heart. However, my execution was completely different.

I paused when I felt arms around my waist. My eyes widened, and I immediately removed one of my AirPods. The music stopped as well. "Good morning," Yeji mumbled sleepily, resting her forehead on my shoulder.

I smiled, placing my hand on top of hers as I leaned against her. "Good morning," I whispered softly. My whole body relaxed as I felt her warmth.

After a short while, I turned around in her arms, a smile on my lips. Almost instantly, I connected our lips in a brief but loving kiss. I pulled away from the kiss.

Yeji smiled, her eyes still closed. I chuckled softly, but stopped when I looked at her. She was wearing shorts and her bra. But nothing more.

My mouth dropped open, and my hand instinctively landed on her stomach. I could feel her abs under my fingers as I took a sharp breath through my nose.

"Jagiya... you know it's a mistake when you walk around like this," I said. Her eyes opened, meeting mine directly. She grinned slightly, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, and you're allowed to?" she asked, gesturing to my outfit. I was just wearing my underwear and her shirt. Nothing more. I blushed a bit as I laughed. Yeji smirked as she looked at me.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and with her finger, she motioned for me to turn around. My eyes widened a bit because I knew exactly what was about to happen.

Without hesitation, I turned around. I bit my lip as I swallowed. My heartbeat quickened. I heard fabric being removed behind me. My hands were on the kitchen counter. I could feel Yeji slowly and torturously pulling down my underwear.

Well, I was actually planning to bring her breakfast in bed... But this is a pleasant surprise.

!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smut begin

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!!!!!!!!!

Without any warning, she entered me. My breath caught in my throat. Her hands on my hips as she moved her hips. Knowing her, she probably hadn't even brushed her teeth, but taking me so early in the morning was no problem.

I laughed at this thought. "What's so funny?" she asked, her voice sounding slightly amused. She moved her hips faster. One of her hands wandered to my shoulder and held me there. Her hips now moved with much more force.

I moaned as I held onto the edge of the kitchen counter tighter. Accidentally, my free hand nudged the flour package, causing some flour to spill onto the floor. But neither of us stopped.

"You're... very eager when it comes to fucking me," I gasped. A moan escaped me, interrupting my sentence. I heard her chuckle softly. "But you probably didn't even brush your teeth," I finally finished my sentence.

Her lips on my neck as she gently bit down. "I have my priorities, y/n," she said, amused, as she exhaled against my neck. Her hand now wandered under my shirt.

Her hand now on my chest. She moaned as she held my breast in her hand. My hard nipple against her palm. "Fuck, baby," Yeji exclaimed. She pushed me harder against the kitchen counter as she moved her hips relentlessly.

I loved it when she was rough with me. Her lips on my shoulder as my shirt slid down, exposing more of my shoulder. She bit into my shoulder.

My moans grew louder as my eyes rolled back. I felt her other hand pleasuring my clit. My mouth opened, "Yeji!" I moaned out, my forehead landing on the kitchen counter as my eyes closed.

Yeji grinned and purred, "Come."

She continued to move roughly. Her fingers and hands driving me crazy as her hips slapped against my backside. My eyes widened as she removed her hand from my clit.

Shortly after, I felt her thumb at the entrance of my rear. I turned my head to look at her. Her eyes focused solely on my ass as she bit her lip.

I moaned as I felt her finger penetrate me. My breath caught in my throat. "Y/n," Yeji moaned as she moved her hips even more forcefully, her eyes still fixed on my ass.

I rocked my hips against her. The sound filled the entire kitchen. My moans grew louder and louder. "Fuck, I'm coming," I uttered as I felt my legs start to tremble. Yeji was right there, holding my hips firmly.

She didn't stop moving her own hips as I reached the peak of my orgasm. Tears filled my eyes as she overstimulated me, but we both loved it.

Only after a while, I heard her growl and gasp for breath. With slow but deliberate movements, she released all of her cum inside me. Her lips on my neck.

She twitched and continued to move her hips, wanting to leave everything inside me. Every single drop had to stay inside. If any were to spill, her mood would be ruined for the entire day. Until finally, she released another load inside me.

Breathless she pulled out of me. Putting on her clothes again. And pulling up my underwear. I felt the white load she released inside me, slowly dropping down. But I couldn't tell her that. She would only get angry and do it again.

!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Smut finished

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"You're incredible," I exclaimed breathlessly. Yeji burst into laughter as she turned me around. She grinned as she lifted me onto the kitchen counter. My eyes widened as she positioned herself between my legs. Did she want to go again?

She pressed her lips against mine once more. "No, you're incredible," Yeji said, smiling. Her hands on my thighs as she looked at me. Once again, I was taller than her. My arms wrapped around her neck.

"You clean the floor," I said, smiling. Yeji sighed and rolled her eyes, but then she laughed when I started laughing. She gave me another kiss but pulled away when the doorbell rang.

We looked at each other, and a shrug of my shoulder was enough for Yeji to understand that I wasn't expecting anyone. She immediately wanted to go to the door, but I stopped her. She understood why.

"Wait a moment," I said loudly and went into the room. I quickly put on a pair of jogging pants and went to the door. Yeji went to the living room and sat down on the couch.

I opened the door, and my eyes widened in surprise. I looked at the older woman standing at my door, her face red, with a sports bag. Almost immediately, I laughed. "Again?" I asked and opened the door wider so the older woman could come in.

"Oh, um... I have company," I nervously explained. I stopped the older woman from going any further as I remembered that Yeji was only wearing a bra. I smiled slightly nervously and asked the older woman to wait for a moment.

I went into the living room and said, "Get dressed, Yeji." My girlfriend looked at me, her forehead slightly furrowed as I called her by name. She nodded and went into my room for a moment.

I returned to Moonbyul, and as usual, she automatically made her way to the couch. Her sports bag was placed on the armchair, and she let out a sigh as she sank onto the couch.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water and three glasses. I placed them on the coffee table and poured a drink for each of us. Yeji left my room, and her eyes immediately fell on Moonbyul.

I smiled and introduced, "This is Byul-yi Unnie," referring to the blonde woman on my couch. Moonbyul stood up and shook hands with Yeji. Yeji smiled kindly but then noticed the sports bag. Her forehead furrowed with a questioning look as she glanced at me.

"But thank you, Y/n... I really wouldn't know where to go if it weren't for you. But I guess Yong-sun will calm down by tomorrow," Moonbyul said, taking a sip from her glass.

Yeji sat right beside me. Her eyes narrowed as she asked, "She's staying here?" She looked at me incredulously, blinking several times. Her jaw tensed slightly.

I swallowed nervously as I noticed her gaze. Oh God... she was angry...

"Unnie, may I introduce Yeji, my girlfriend," I said visibly nervous. Moonbyul's mouth dropped open. She looked at Yeji, then back at me.

"Oh God. You're Y/n's girlfriend? I've heard so much about you," Moonbyul said with a smile. Yeji looked at Moonbyul, her jaw still tense, and Moonbyul noticed it.

Moonbyul laughed when she noticed Yeji's reaction. "No worries. I also have a girlfriend whom I love dearly. I only sleep here when she's mad at me," Moonbyul said, raising her hands in a defensive gesture. Yeji's eyes narrowed even more.

"So, you're into women too?" she asked. Her hand landed on my thigh, pulling me closer to her. In response, I scooted closer to her, and Yeji relaxed slightly due to my reaction.

"Yes, but I sleep on the couch here. I've never entered Y/n's room. Really, don't worry. Your girlfriend is faithful, and I'm faithful to mine... Y/n is just kind to me," Moonbyul said. Yeji took a deep breath as she rubbed her nose bridge. She then looked at me.

I looked at her with puppy eyes. "I-I'm sorry I didn't tell you... it hasn't happened often, and... I didn't think it was significant enough to mention," I said, but my eyes widened at my choice of words.

"N-No, that's not what I meant. I meant I didn't want to worry you because I know how... um... how you would have reacted. I'm sorry," I immediately clarified. Her hand on my thigh squeezed my skin. She looked at me.

"We'll talk about this later," she replied and then glanced at Moonbyul.

Moonbyul nodded. "So basically, you live with your girlfriend, and every time you fight, you run away and sleep at Y/n's place?" she asked, and Moonbyul's eyes widened. She shook her head. "No, Yong-sun kicks me out," she answered, and Yeji raised an eyebrow.

"Do you really think she wants you to sleep elsewhere? Sleep on your couch at home. Even if she's mad at you, all of this will only make it worse. Or does she know where you are?" Yeji asked, and I looked at her surprised. She was more mature than expected... Those were really good points...

Moonbyul's mouth opened, and her face blushed with embarrassment. She looked at me and then at Yeji. "I think you're right... I should go home," Moonbyul said. Her face turned serious as she picked up her bag again.

Her eyes on Yeji, she said, "Thank you," and her eyes briefly glanced at me. Empathetic and apologetic, she looked at me, knowing exactly what was coming when she left. "You've got a really good catch, Y/n. Don't lose her," Moonbyul said, a small smile on her face.

"No way, Never," I replied without hesitation. Moonbyul smiled and bid farewell. The door closed, and almost immediately, my body tensed up.

Yeji looked at me. Her hand moved away from my thigh. She didn't say a word. She simply turned her body away from me. Nervously, I bit my lip.

Yeji was angry... Whenever she got angry, she remained silent. She didn't utter a single word. She just gave me the cold shoulder.

"Baby... I'm really sorry... I know my words were poorly chosen... I should have said it differently... but I meant it seriously... I didn't really think about telling you because I considered it my duty as a manager," I said, touching Yeji's arm.

Her forehead furrowed in anger as she turned her body toward me. "A duty?" she scoffed. Her jaw clenched. "Do you still remember what you considered a duty when you were my manager?" she asked angrily.

My eyes widened. I swallowed. My head lowered slightly. "Y-yes... but this is different. Really! She only slept here," I replied, and Yeji sighed. She stood up from the couch and started pacing back and forth. Her hand ran through her hair several times.

"I believe you, Y/n. I'm not worried about that because I trust you! But... but you could have let me know that another lesbian, whom I don't even know, was staying over at your place!" she said, looking at me. Her face filled with disappointment.

I swallowed. She was right. It was all my fault... I nodded my head. "You're right. I'm sorry," I said, looking at her. My face contorted with sadness. "I'm sorry," I said again.

Yeji stopped in her tracks. She took a deep breath, and then sighed. "Nothing... really happened, right?" she asked, and almost immediately, my eyes widened. I stood up and approached her. My hands clasped hers.

"No! Never. I love you!" I said seriously, my jaw tense. So, it bothered her after all. "I mean... She's not ugly, and she did sleep here..." Yeji said, her eyes avoiding mine.

My hands cupped her face. I looked straight into her eyes. My breath caught as I saw tears in her eyes. Almost automatically, tears formed in mine too. Yeji froze. She had never seen this before... She had never seen tears in my eyes that weren't a result of sex. Let alone seen me cry.

"I love you, Yeji! Only you. Only you can touch me and look at me. I only see you too!" I replied, completely serious. There wasn't a single hint of hesitation in my voice. I meant it completely sincerely and seriously.

Yeji looked at me. She sighed in relief as her arms wrapped around my waist. Her forehead rested on mine. "I'm sorry... I briefly doubted you," she said sincerely. I smiled faintly.

In a soothing tone, I replied, "I understand, Jagiya... but I'm here to remind you over and over again that I love only you. Even if you should doubt me and not believe me. I love you," I said, and I heard Yeji let out a soft sigh.

She nodded her head. "I love you," she said as she held me tightly in her arms. Relieved that Yeji wasn't angry anymore, I let out a sigh. My face buried in the nape of her neck as I hugged her affectionately.

#itzy yeji #g!p yeji #yeji x reader #itzy x yn #itzy x you #itzy x reader

[straw-of-the-hat]

what are the most important things to look out for/be conscious of when writing? i mean, i've been writing for a hot minute now, but i still feel like there are times when i have no clue wtf i'm doing??? i guess what i'm asking is what are your most important writing tips?

Writing tips (from not a professional at all I'm sorry in advance)

I'm just gonna make a list because we all know that's what I do best. I've been writing for a long time now, but take all this with a grain of salt. Every writer is different!

I've found, in writing, you should describe just about everything. Is it cold? Tell us. Did they sneeze? Tell us. Is their shirt scratchy and it's annoying them? Tell us. Is the wind rustling the leaves? Tell us. Did a random stranger just give your character a nasty look? Tell us.

Don't rush!!! A lot of times I see writers who have a particular scene they want to write, so they rush to get to it and it leaves the entire thing just— way too fast paced. Take your time. If you have a scene you desperately want to write, write it first and then fill in what comes before afterwards!

When a new character starts to talk, start a new paragraph. Always, always, always! Don't try and make two people talk in the same chunk of text. Line break, please, you're going to confuse everyone and it'll be painful to read!

Don't wonder what the audience wants. Write what you want. If you're afraid to write something because you're afraid people won't like it— it doesn't matter! Write it anyway, because you could go down a road to writer's block if you don't follow your own creative process. The people who like it will read and those who don't, well, their loss.

Don't let yourself get stagnant. This is something I do a lot, where I have chapters that don't progress the plot. A few are fine, but too many and the story starts to drag hard and people lose interest, or you lose sight of the whole point.

Nobody wants to read a gigantic block of text. Break your longer paragraphs in two. Our phone screens are tiny! It's hard to look at a big chunk of words and read all of it just like that. I've found that when I write on my laptop, the screen is obviously wider. Be wary! If you're posting somewhere, that wide paragraph from your computer is going to narrow down into a very long one on someone's phone.

Uses metaphors. Get poetic with it, spice things up. Your teachers rattle(d) on and on about the importance of pathos (emotion) but they're actually right. People want to feel and connect with your story and character. Put them into the shoes of whoever you're writing about.

I see so many stories where the main character doesn't really have a personality for some reason. We rarely see their thoughts or feelings. They interact and they're there, but they're dry as a bone. Set your character apart. Make them feel like a real person, talk like one, think like one.

On the note of talking, dialogue. Please... For the love of all things holy, say what it is out loud to yourself. Is that something a real person would say? Or does it come out awkward and stilted when you say it? What would YOU say in whatever situation you're writing about? Make it seem real, like this is something that really happened and you're just transcribing it.

If you notice yourself using the same word too often, look up synonyms for it. I promise it'll change the game.

Most importantly of all: Do NOT info dump about your character. Don't start the story with every detail of their appearance and outfit, or with this big block of text explaining exactly how they act, what their likes are, their dislikes. Gradually tell us as the story progresses. Let us get to know them over time so we get attached, so they seem realer. It'll help your readers remember them and connect to them.

I'm sure there's tons more I could say but these are the tips most important to me! I hope this helped somehow!

#writing #tips and tricks #writing tips #fanfic #how'd I get here #are these tips even legit #idk idk #we're here either way #zoo wee mama

[grapementos]

I couldn’t find any post about rules for requests so if this request is something u don’t wanna do then u can delete it. But I was thinking if you could do aizawa having a sibling or daughter. Like a younger sister or daughter who he teaches and do some type of angst with them. Like him not paying much attention to her or she’s caught doing something (like smoking,drugs). Something like that. Thank you!

i see you

aizawa / younger sister! reader

cw: (underage) drug usage, drug paraphernalia, drug lingo, she/her pronouns

aizawa had never been the warm, touchy-feely big brother, but he had his own way of showing love. he’d spend time with you, help you with your middle and high school projects no matter how busy he was with school. he basically raised you after the two of you lost your parents.

still, you never thought of him as a dad. you thought of him as your big brother, the only person that you had in this world. the person who was there when your quirk manifested, the one who taught you how to use it, how to fight, how to be strong. he was your blood, your best friend, your brother.

at least until he started school at u.a.

he’d come home late, beat up, bruised from rigorous training. no matter how much you voiced your concerns, he brushed you off.

the only moment your young teenage mind had relief was when he decided to be an underground hero. as selfish as it sounded, you didn’t want him to be famous and known by all. then you would be even more alone.

-

now, as a teacher and an underground hero, aizawa was busier than ever. even when he was home, he paid you no mind, not bothering to ask how school had been or how your grades were.

it stung.

when you did talk, it was usually because he was getting mad at you for not washing dishes or leaving a cupboard door open.

a wedge had been driven between the two of you, pushing you farther and farther apart until all you could feel was hurt and anger and betrayal. all of those negative emotions were manifesting into the ugliness of resentment.

-

as the sun fell, you pulled on some clothes, something cropped and small and tight. you had already done some dark makeup to meet up with some friends for a smoke sesh.

grabbing your duffel bag that contained your grinder and some rolling papers, you took a careful step out of the door and listened.

fuck, he was home.

you glanced over at your window but immediately rejected the idea after recalling how hard you’d fallen the last time. with a sigh, you quietly made your way down the stairs, into the kitchen, and towards the front door.

“where are you going?” his voice stopped you, annoyance flaming red hot in your chest, “a rave?”

“does it matter?” you quirked a brow, turning around to face him, “i’ll be back later.”

“dressed like that?” he was unamused, eyes narrowed at both your outfit choice and the smell radiating off your bag.

you scoffed, turning back around and walking to the door.

“y/n, you’re not going anywhere dressed like that.” he called, standing up.

“i’m almost 18. i don’t have to ask you how i’m allowed to dress.” you grabbed your house keys, opening the door.

“y/n.” he demanded, firmer, “you’re not going. go back upstairs, wipe that shit off your face, and read a book or something.”

you didn’t even spare him a glance, save for a polished middle finger as you slammed the door behind you.

-

hours later, you were high off your ass from a few too many bowls. for the most part, you were sprawled out on the grass, blinking slowly at the starry sky.

you didn’t know how you were gonna get home or face your brother, but that was the beauty of being high. none of it mattered. the fact that he didn’t love you anymore didn’t matter. the fact that he was disappointed in you, hated you, thought you were a failure, a disgrace—none of it mattered.

“yo, y/n.. are you crying?”

you touched your cheek, feeling the wetness you hadn’t even realized was there, “oh shit. yeah, guess i am.”

your friend approached you, reaching out a hand, “come on, let’s get you home.”

thankfully, you picked friends well, and they helped you trudge all the way to your doorstep. after waving goodbye, they left, leaving you to lazily fumble for the keys to the door.

before you even had the chance, aizawa unlocked and yanked the door open, staring down at you disapprovingly.

you rolled your eyes, pushing past him and into the house, immediately heading for the stairs.

“really, y/n? is this what you do? waste your life away by getting high?” he slammed the door, locking it behind him.

“yeah, cool, right?” you giggled, leaning against the banister.

“this isn’t funny. you’re throwing your life away by smoking and god knows what else.” he approached you, “get down here. we need to talk about this.”

“don’t really feel like it.”

“i don’t give a damn,” he grabbed your arm, dragging you down the stairs and to the island in the kitchen, “sit the hell down.”

“don’t fucking touch me.” you hissed, yanking your arm away, “i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“too bad. you make stupid choices, so you get to deal with the consequences.” he sat on one of the barstools, “how long?”

“how long what?”

“have you been smoking?”

you rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping like venom from your voice, “well, i didn’t like how oxy and acid felt, so, maybe a year ago?”

“fine, you wanna be funny? let’s see how much you’re laughing when you’re grounded.”

you snorted out a laugh, “grounded? okay, dad, you taking away my tv and phone, too?”

he said nothing but placed his palm out expectantly.

you gaped, only for a moment, before doubling over in laugher, “yeah, right. you’re not getting my shit.”

“until i know what sneaky shit you’re doing behind my back, yeah, i am.”

irritation crawled up your arms, halting all laughter, “behind your back? really? that’s rich.”

he quirked a brow, hand still ready to grab your phone.

“it’s not behind your back if you’re never here anyways. i could be a few weeks pregnant and you wouldn’t even know.”

“are you?” he looked worried, just for a moment.

“god,” you shook your head, hurt panging in your chest, “no. i know you think i’m stupid, but i’m not that stupid.”

“i don’t think you’re stupid. i think you’re acting out for attention.”

you gritted your teeth, anger bubbling over, “don’t. don’t act like you know shit about me, cause you don’t.” emotion was evident in your tone and you knew it, you knew by the burn in your eyes that you’d start crying soon.

“then tell me.” he scanned your face, the concern becoming more evident on his features, and it pissed you off.

“now you wanna know? after all these years of me being on my own, you wanna know?” your vision blurred, which might have been a relief, “you don’t get to, to abandon me and ignore me and then pop in and play dad whenever you want. it doesn’t fucking work that way.”

you were crying now, but your words were still sharp as a blade. they made aizawa lose his composure, his expression faltering into one of realization.

“y/n, i didn’t..” he trailed off, trying to find the words.

“didn’t what? get too busy? miss the science fair? my sporting events? every fucking report card that i worked my ass off to get good grades on?” you demanded, years worth of weight finally coming off of your shoulders, “yeah, you fucking did, shota. you became a hero and just,” your voice cracked, finally taking your words away from you.

he was crying too, eyes wide and focused on you, “i’m so sorry.”

you stared at him, dumbfounded. your tears were relentless, all but choking you with an ocean of salt and sadness and anger.

“why?” you whispered out, “why wasn’t i good enough? i tried, i tried..” your legs finally gave way as you started to sink towards the ground.

aizawa caught you, squeezing you tight in his arms, “you’re perfect, y/n. i’m so sorry.” he whispered.

a shock ran through your body at the contact. you couldn’t remember the last time the two of you had hugged. for a moment, you just stared at the wall, frozen and shocked. the protectiveness that rolled off aizawa in waves brought you back, compelling you to squeeze him and never let go.

“i love you, shota. please don’t leave me again.”

“i love you too. i’m not going anywhere.”

a/n: woop, thanks for the request. i don’t write aizawa much so this was super fun! i hope it was to your liking.

#my.archive.¥ #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #drabble #anime #y/n #my hero academia aizawa #shota aizawa #aizawa shota #aizawa shouta #mha shouta #grapeplot$

[hush-writes-preg]

Please, sir, may I have a follow-up on you knocking me up with those quintuplets 😳 I can't help but wonder a night about town with so many babies in me, and you proudly showing me off

Of course you may!

There's no denying the fact that you're going to blow up quickly with so many babies in your womb, sweetheart. You're going to be massive, and everybody that looks at you is going to know exactly what you did to end up that way.

And I love it.

I am eager to show you off in such a state, your belly distended and ridiculously heavy with the babies growing inside. The more time passes, the bigger you'll get, and the harder it'll be to keep you properly clothed, but I don't care. I want others to see what a good partner you've been, and how fertile we both are.

Imagine going out on a date with me in your eighth month, barely able to wrap your arms around your huge belly yet still keen to spend time with me and be lavished with attention. I'll help you get into a nice outfit that stretches tightly over your pregnant swell, accentuating every curve and leaving little to the imagination. The process takes much longer than it should since I can't keep my hands off of you, stroking, kissing, and worshiping your fecund body, but eventually we make it out the door.

I proudly link arms with you as we walk down the main street, our pace slow and steady to accommodate your exaggerated waddle. You're gorgeous like this, your face glowing thanks to the pregnancy hormones and the soft, whispered praise I keep heaping on you as we walk. The babies are active, moving beneath the taut skin of your womb for all to see. You're a sight. You're beautiful. You're mine.

There's no avoiding the stares throughout the night. Some stare at you in awe, in shock, maybe even a little envy. Others stare at you with barely-concealed hunger, their gazes lingering at your chest and belly in obvious desire. And they can look all they want, because at the end of the night, you are going home with //me//.

Dinner is a bit of a challenge, for it's hard for you to be close to the table with your enormous middle in the way. That's okay, though; I'll be at your side to help you eat and brush up against you any time I can. And when we head to the theater afterward, I'll help you settle into your seat and make you as comfortable as possible while we watch the movie.

Once the lights go down and the movie begins, my hands begin to wander. One hand thrown around your shoulders, the other caresses your swollen abdomen, lingering at the little bulges that appear when the babies kick or around the protruding bump of your navel. Sometimes it slides further up to tease at your chest, though you half-heartedly scold me for it in furtive whispers, not wanting milk to leak into your top. What I most want lies even farther down, though, but the heft of your belly jutting so far out and so heavily against your thighs in the narrow seat makes it nearly impossible for me to access.

But don't worry, sweetheart. After I'm done showing you off, I'll take you home again and make sure that there's not a single inch of you lacking my regard.

#hush answers #trans pregnancy #transpreg #ftm pregnancy #mtf pregnancy #nb pregnancy #male pregnancy #hush writes preg

[unholybinchicken]

For the character ask game:

For the adorable idiot who forgets her locker combo when her crush is looking at her: 9, 25 and 26 (specific moments or episodes) and 30

9 - this was honestly really hard because some of her post season 3 outfits are soooo bad (she dresses like a randomised sim sometimes) but it's going to have to be a tie between the hideous leopard print thing she wears to declare that rachel berry is the most horrible person she's ever met in 5x12 and the grandma top she wears in the scene where sue offers for her to take over the cheerios in 4x13

(her gay outfits in s2 were 🔥)

(#letsantanaweargayoutfits)

25 - ummm there's a couple ... i think the dodgeball thing in 3x06 was suuuuper OOC. also idk if the biphobic comment she makes after meeting dani was OOC or just her trying to impress dani but personally i don't think she would have made the comment if dani hadn't put the idea in her head.

26 - i think it depends on the people she's with. canonically i think santana has a hard time trusting adults in particular. i definitely think brittany is a safe person who she's always been comfortable around (which is mentioned in the proposal), and mercedes becomes that for her as well (in a platonic way).

childhood besties brittana all the way!

30 - omg she has so many funny moments it's hard to narrow it down to just one but i s2g every time i rewatch 2x13, "first of all that is offensive! he shot martin luther king!" ALWAYS makes me laugh. always.

also in tpom when she says she needs a younger, inferior boy toy and brittany suggests finn who's actually older than santana, and santana goes "yes. him." fulfilling the stereotype that gays can't do math, we love to see it.

#cheery-space-lizz #glee #santana lopez #character ask game