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itryhardtomakethishouseahome · 3 months

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Jjk love languages

~Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Maki, Megumi, Choso

pt 2(toji & sukuna)

a/n: sorry if this sucks, I wrote in in two hours(i just realized i left out toji but lmk if you want me to write one for him too). also, please reblog if you can, I'd really appreciate it!!!

Gojo~

Annoying the absolute fuck out of you(obviously)

You could be lying down reading a book or watching a show/movie and this man will sneak up behind you and try to jump scare you or use his infinity to prank you. When he’s laying on you and you haven't said anything for a while he’ll look up at you and start poking your cheeks or biting you.

On days where his behavior doesn’t resemble a child fueled by 6 bottles of coke, 3 monsters, 8 red bulls, and 10 tons of sugar, he’s extremely gentle and soft with you. Satoru will cling to you and kiss your cheeks, neck, forehead, or hands or caress your face while staring deeply into your eyes telling you that he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

Maki~

Encouragement

Sparring with Maki was never easy and 100% of the time you end up getting knocked on your ass which is a little sad considering she always takes it easy on you. She has a habit of letting everyone know how much they suck and rarely ever encourages those that train with her but with you she’ll help you up and tell her that you almost had her and to not give up with a half soft half cocky smirk.

Because of where and how she grew up, she’s not the best with emotions but if you’re sad/stressed she’ll rub your back and tell you everything's gonna be okay or let you fall asleep in her arms if you’re at home.

Geto~

Princess treatment

If you need something but you're sitting with your legs over Suguru’s lap or laying on him and don’t feel like getting up he’ll sigh and immediately get up and get it for you.

When you’re out shopping with him, Suguru always pays for everything even when you try to fight him over it. He’ll always buy you food or offer to share his with you even though he ends up fighting the reflex to swat your hand away when he sees you reaching for some out of his peripheral due to Gojo trying to steal some all the time.

When you’re too tired to get ready or you’re sick he’ll bathe and clothe you then brush your hair while telling you how beautiful you are and that he’ll always take care of you.

Megumi~

Honestly all i can say is “idk i just work here🤷‍♀️”

In the beginning of your relationship Megumi was awkward. He was a mix between vibing in silence with you and trying to figure out what to say and do. You knew he was never good with his emotions and that was completely fine because he had other ways of showing what he was feeling or thinking. When he missed you he’d text or call to “check on you” but really it was to hear your voice. When he randomly felt like saying ‘I love you’ he would rest his head on your shoulder or lap or play with your hair.

When you’re sick or stressed but have stuff to do he’ll get sassy with you and demand that you stay in bed and that he’ll take care of both everything you need done and you.

Nanami~

Acts of service and princess treatment

Kento’s acts of love and affection range from small forehead kisses every time he walks by you or leaves the house to you coming home to find a trail of rose petals leading to the bathroom while he’s leaning over the tub, pouring in bath salts and essential oils. He’s always doing something for you like cooking dinner in a pink heart shaped apron and massaging your feet even when he’s the one that had a long day.

You getting sick is a whole different story. Kento goes from calm mama Nanami mode to uncharacteristically panicked mama Nanami mode. He makes you soup, runs bathes for you, checks your temperature on the hour, and forces you to stay in bed but the second he hears you having a coughing fit his composure goes out the window and he’s by your side in a millisecond rubbing your back and asking if you need to go to the hospital in a panicked tone.

Choso~

Another “idk I just work here🤷‍♀️” moment

Choso is not only new to society and normal people but also to relationships. He has absolutely no idea what to say and when to say it, but he notices that when he acts on his urges that you seem to like it. Sometimes he wants to blurt out how much he loves you, but he feels like it’d be weird so he’ll either hold your hand and stare at you or pick you up, take you to bed, and cuddle.

Choso noticed that you love playing with his hair so when he feels as though you’re not giving him enough attention, he’ll ask you to brush his hair or wash it for him.

When you get sick he breaks down and panics. He’ll call Itadori balling saying that he needs help, you’re dying, and he doesn’t know how to make you better. It happens every time you get sick; panic and call Itadori to come help while he cradles you in his arms, begging you not to die, with his tears dropping on your face while you try to calm him down.

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ch4nb4ng · 1 year

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Stress relief

Pairing: afab!reader x Chan

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: friends to lovers

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of gentalia, handjob, tit job (?), praise, creampie

Note: idk if anyone is actually going to read this because I haven't posted in like 10 months so yeah but rusty but genuinely enjoy writing this so much

Summary: You were a great student, and Chan was struggling, bad. This is what happened when you tried to reduce his stress by 'studying.'

Time was nothing but a mindless construct for you and the many young individuals that attended college. Prestigious or not, it was deep into the second semester of your second year, and if you had to look at one more textbook about a specification type of referencing, you were going to explode.

Being a psychology major was something you had worked toward for a long time. Having a job that nurtured people back to optimal health and wellbeing was something that always felt nice on the tip of your tongue. Nice to tell people, nice to give to people. That didn’t mean it did not come with its challenges. Researching, literature reviews, group assignments… It was hard and enduring work.

It was helpful that by the end of the first year you had discovered others on the same greuling yet rewarding path. Having a decent support system was essential, especially when traveling to the other side of the world to study. The 4 boys and two girls, who would be named Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin, Chan, Mina and Lia would be the be all and end all for you. Crying together, partying together, doing everything together. Traveling to South Korea was difficult at first. Adapting to the culture and language, so having them by your side got you to where you were today. Life is stressful currently, but then again, things could be worse.

“Okay class, this is the last class for the semester, so if you have any questions, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You listened eagerly, wanting to pick up on any tips or tricks necessary to ace the exam. Cognitive psychology was a piece of cake to you, so this exam was in the bag. The others… not as much. Changbin and Felix were pretty good, thanks to Lia helping them every other day, and Mina only liked to study alone, got too distracted by the lot of you which to be fair, isn’t hard. You were a loud group. Most of the time you studied on your own as well, the occasional time with Felix if he was bored or needed to catch up on notes from readings (and by catching up on notes, basically just stealing yours). But most of your time was spent with Chan. He was good, but always needed a little bit of extra help. He was kind of whisked into psychology, not really sure what he wanted to do. Therefore, Chan had little to no background before coming into the degree.

“Ms, is Piaget theory required for this exam?”

“Tsk, yes Chan,” she replied, much disdain to her tone, “have you not been listening to anything for the past 6 weeks?”

Tiny giggles permeated through the room after the professor's sarcastic response. It made your skin crawl, and not in a good way. It was quite rude if anything. Chan laughed it off as well. He was the type to just laugh things off, but you could tell on his face that he was nothing but serious when asking his question. His ears began to turn red, sinking into his chair simultaneously.

Luckily the bell rang, and you had never seen someone zoom out of a classroom as fast as Chan did. You chase after him, wanting to make sure he was okay and not feeling completely humiliated. It felt like a marathon, you were very much out of breath by the time you caught up to him. Slapping a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, the unintentional force causing him to face you.

“Jesus christ Chan,” you stumbled, completely out of breath, “why did you have to run so fast?”

You looked, a weak chuckle coming from his lips, a single tear simultaneously dripping out of the corner of his eyes. Your smile faded, beginning to feel really bad for your poor friend.

“Sorry Y/n,” he whispered, wiping it away quickly with the sleeve of his hoodie, “you’ve caught me at a bad time.”

You motioned to the bench next to you, sitting next to him as you rubbed his back in circular motions. Chan was such an intelligent individual, it made you feel sorrow when he doubted himself, and this was one of those moments.

“Oh Chan don’t even worry about that,” you cooed, “she’s been rude all semester, definitely had a stick up her ass or something because I have no idea what her problem is.”

That made him giggle, turning to you and grabbing your hand as a silent thank you.

“Yeah you're right aha. I’m really struggling with the cognitive stuff though, and I have no idea how I’m going to do this exam.”

The other, who moved at a normal, not heart attack inducing pace, finally caught up to the two of you,lips pouted and solemn as they noticed Chan was having a down moment.

“Aw Chan it’s ok,” Felix hummed, giving him a bright smile, “we will all help you, promise.”

“Yeah,” Changbin chimed in, “let’s have a study session at Chan’s, tomorrow, 3pm good for everyone?”

Everyone nodded in agreement, you and Chan following behind the rest. He grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks, “Y/n, could you come an hour earlier? Just so I don’t sound like a complete idiot? Also, they’re kind of hard to keep up with. I like the way you explain things.”

You’d be lying if you said the skin on your arm was burning up. He didn’t know, too innocent to realize, but his praise had an effect on you, one too many times. You would like nothing more than to take care of him, in all the ways anyone could imagine. Wash his clothes, feed him an insurmountable quantity of food. Was his hair in the shower, lather his body in soap and just, well, you know. The chiseled state of his body was no secret. The many beach trips accounted for that. Chan was a very good looking man, one of the first things you noticed when Felix introduced you to his friends. However, it was something that you suppressed deep down. A romance was the last thing you needed.

Your cheeks follow a similar temperature. The thought almost made you dizzy. You blinked a couple of times, coming back to your senses and not trying to look out of the ordinary.

“Uh yes,” you shrieked, the attempt to act normal utterly dismissed, “of course. Anything to help you out.”

You continued to walk together, a million thoughts running through your mind as you attempted to keep them subtle, failing to rope them in and keep them at a minimal level.

To describe you as nervous was an understatement. Your hairbrush ran through your hair in a frustrating manner. You felt stupid, ridiculous even. If you had a dollar for every time you went to Chan’s dorm, you would be a millionaire, why did this time feel different? Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed, putting the last touches of your makeup before grabbing your keys and walking across campus, heading to your ‘friends’ door.

A gentle couple of knocks was all it took for you to be greeted by your handsome friend. His hair was swept back, forehead showing. His outfit was casual, black hoodie, black tracksuit pants. It was nothing different to what he usually wore, but he looked ten times hotter than usual.

“Y/n,” he groaned, “thank god you’re here.”

He dragged you inside, closing the door behind you. He began to pace back and forth, biting on his fingernails simultaneously.

“Chan slow down, what’s wrong?”

“I opened the textbook, and I can’t stop freaking out. Y/n I’m so stressed, why are you not pacing with me?”

“Because,” you laughed, gripping his forearms stopping him in his tracks, “by the end of the day, you will understand Piaget, and every other theory we need before the exam, okay?”

You were close, eyes piercing as you gave him a loss of reassurance. You weren’t sure if it was your mind playing tricks on you, but it felt like Chan was moving closer. His eyes began to bore into yours, holy fuck he was hot.

You broke away, not wanting to misinterpret anything. Taking a seat on his couch, you picked up his textbook, scanning and analyzing what he was trying to understand. Chan sat right next to you, thigh distractingly touching yours as you attempted to read. You could feel his gaze over his shoulder. The smell of his cologne flowing into your nostrils, becoming intoxicating. Your frustration began to increase. You knew that you were being unreasonable, but it was like he was trying to seduce you. You were already out of your mind, and nothing in the slightest of being sexual had occurred.

“Chan, I can hear your breathing down my neck.”

“Oh,” he moved away, “sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Are you sure?”

“What?”

You put the textbook down, turning your body to face him. The look of concern on his face, like the one you were met with when you opened the door had not disappeared. A look of disapproval now on yours.

“Can you please talk to me?”

“What do you want to know?”

“What exactly is stressing you out?”

A large sigh escaped his lips,

“I just feel like I’m failing. I had to convince my parents to live here instead of Australia, and I just feel like I’m not living up to what they expected.”

Your heart sank at his words. You sat there for two minutes of silence. You weren't sure what you could say that would be perfect and what he needed to hear, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t attempt to.

“Chan I-”

“And I have other needs as well.”

At first you were confused, completely unsure of what he referred to. Your mind was ticking once again, rummaging to what he referred to. But when it came to your mind, your eyes widened, mouth dropping before you spoke.

“Oh, I get what you mean.”

“Yeah.”

Another couple of minutes of silence passed as you looked around, refusing to make eye contact with each other. An idea popped into your mind, but it was way too inappropriate to ask. You wanted to help him so badly though, a proposition if you will. It was such a fine line to cross. It really was inappropriate, but the innocent look on his face was triggering something in you, sparking your innermost fantasies and desires.

You don’t know what took over or what in your right mind possessed you to do what you did next, but time moved and all of a sudden you were on top of Chan, arms wrapped around his neck as you looked down at him, like a predator hunting his prey.

“You know, I can help you if you want?”

A large gulp was evident as it paced down his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say, him now analyzing if he himself was being too inappropriate to take you upon your proposition. His hands spread across your rear, gently nudging you forward. He was in unfamiliar territory, not sure how to proceed.

“Did you mean with studying or, you know, my needs?”

The look you gave him was priceless. It was amazing how genuinely oblivious Chan was sometimes. You got up from his lap, saying nothing and walking towards his room. He followed, closing the door behind him, even though nobody else was home.

“Sit on the bed.”

He did as he was told, legs spread wide at the edge. He always sat like this, and it turned you on, every single time. Chan, without knowing it, just looked so cocky, so arrogant, and fuck, did you used to like arrogant men. The ironic thing was that he was the complete opposite. Smart, kind, generous and warm to others. He was probably the only guy that you met that had all the qualities you looked for.

But that was irrelevant now. This moment wasn’t about how likable he was, it was about how hot he was. You took two steps closer, lifting your arms above your head and discarding your shirt. You could hear the audible gasp that escaped his lips, stunned by the way your chest looked. You did not assume that this would happen, therefore the reason why you had no bra on. You stood there, chest inline with his face as he watched you with so much intent. The way he was taking you in, drinking you up like a crisp, refreshing beverage. Chan, not a complete virgin, had little experience. He was a hard worker, never giving into his temptations. If anything, it kind of explained why he was so intense ¾ of the time. Nevertheless, it made your insides throb the way he gazes at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth.

“If you don’t want this, talk now.”

You waited for what felt like 5 hours, but was really thirty seconds before he shook his head, vigorously. The notion made you smirk. His eyes remained wide, focusing nothing but the curve of your boobs. He went to lift his shirt, thinking it would be the right thing to do seeing as you were half naked yourself. But you said no,grabbing his wrists and placing them on your own zipper. His fingers gently shadowed yours, the sound of the zip the only noise filling the room. Stepping out of them quickly, simultaneously pulling your underwear off as well, another gasp escaped his lips. You were now fully nude, him fully clothed. There was something sick to you about getting off at the fact he was fully dressed and you were the opposite.

“Like what you see?”

“Mhm,” he gulped once more, “really, really beautiful.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but that wasn’t the time for this. Dropping to your knees, your fingers began to fiddle with the drawstring of his own bottoms. It did take long, seeing as Chan liked to wear very baggy clothes. They came off in one swift motion, spreading his legs even farther apart so you could fit right in. He was already extremely hard, the sight of your tits getting even near his cock made him twitch. Looking up at him, his chest was visibly tense, like he was holding in a large breath.

It wasn’t until your hand gripped the base of his length, and you started pumping, was when his chest fell deeply, almost concave in. His facial expression still looked tense, however, you could tell it wasn’t a look of agony, it was quite the opposite. A small whine escaped from his lips when you added another hand, adding more friction to his cock and you began to pump him a little faster.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, too embarrassed to allow you to hear his satisfaction. The muscles in his legs and arms were much looser than they were prior, and the fact that you were only using hands was absolutely blowing your mind. Your arousal was increasing. Seeing how pathetic and easy it was to turn Chan on.

“Is that good Chan?”

“Yes,” he breathed, barely able to get his words out, “that feels so good, fuck Y/n.”

The breathy tone of your name sent a shiver down your spine. It had been a while since someone made you feel like that. You felt like he needed to be rewarded. You maneuvered your body closer, but taking his hands off of his length, placing them on either sides of your chest as you took him in, watching his length slide in the crevice of your tits. Chan jumped out of his seat, jaw slack and dropping to the floor as he watched his extremely hard cock disappear in between your cleavage. Eyes remained on him, your core was throbbing harder, watching his face contour, eyebrows strongly furrowed; he was enjoying every single second of it. Your chest moved with anticipation, tongue sticking out to reach the slit of his tip every time it reached the peak of your cleavage.

“You’re so cute,” you smile, “you’re so pathetic you know, have you ever done this before?”

“No,” he moaned, hands already gripping his bed sheets forcefully, “you’re right, I’m so pathetic.”

“Oh you like that? You like when I take control?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a good boy,” you coo, picking up your pace, “taking my tits so well aren’t you?” His head rolled back, eyes closed but looking like he was looking at the ceiling. It was almost as enjoyable for you as it was for him. The textures and ridges of your cock not going unnoticed. He felt amazing, and your mouth began to salivate because if he felt that good in between your tits, he would feel 10 times better inside of you. Chan came back to life, head snapping back into motion as he looked down at you, so much innocence yet corruption filled his being. You moved away, hearing the sound of disappointment come from Chan’s lips as you stood up.

Lifting a hand, you pushed him by the chest, laying him flat before crawling on top of him. Still sitting up, you hovered over intertwining your fingers with his and you lined yourself up with his cock. A sudden pang of doubt creeped into your mind. Was this the right thing to do? Did you feel the need to do this to satisfy your own wants and needs?

“Are you ready for this?”

He said nothing, only nodding because he knew that if he tried to speak, it would come out as a voice breaking murmur. Placing your hand on his shoulder, straightening your back, allowing yourself to sit on top of him. A small moan escaped your lips as your clit landed on his cock. That was fortunate. A hiss escaped him. Chan had been super patient until this point, it kind of made you feel guilty for making him wait. But another part of you kind of loved this almost sick power you had over him. He was so complicit, not doing anything and letting you take control. It felt rare, because most of your previous partners needed to have control.

“Do you mind if I do everything myself?”

His eyes never left yours, biting down on his bottom lip as he shook his head, eagerly waiting for you to get on with it. You lifted your hips once more, taking the hand that was intertwined and bringing it to the base of his length. A moan in unison, one of relief and gratification as he effortlessly slid into you. Chan was a decently hung man, but it didn’t matter anyways. You were already so wet and so turned on that fucking him would be a piece of cake.

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes glued to your tits as the had a light bounce. You began to gently rock, not wanting to overwhelm him at a rapid rate. This was supposed to be relaxing for him, and it was, feeling his cock already twitching inside of you.

“You’re not going to cum are you?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly against his. The electricity was great, moving with so much attention yet sensuality you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. A soft groan vibrated from his mouth the longer you kissed him. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at you, keen to answer your question

“No,” you whined, unsure what to do with his hands, “sorry I’m just so excited.”

“You’re excited?”

“Yes,” he replied looking back up at you, “I can lie and say I haven’t thought about this before?”

A mischievous gasp left your mouth at his words. The combination of him thinking about fucking you and actually fucking you was causing your body to heat up. The temperature in the room increased and the tension felt even thicker than before. You kept a slow pace at first, hands on his shoulders in your attempt to remain balanced. It truly was adorable at how into you he truly was in this moment.

“We can do this as many times as you want now baby,” you cooed, “this is only the beginning if you want it to be.”

You picked up speed a little not wanting to go too fast, but needing just enough friction and gratification to work towards your high. Chan was so immersed in you that his hands barely lingered across your hips. It had come to your attention that maybe he genuinely needed some assistance. It was clear that even though the agreement was that his stress relief was in the palm of your hands, it was important to him that for you, it was equally enjoyable.

“You know you can touch me,” you whispered, giving his palms a gentle nudge upwards. It didn’t take much, almost like his hands were in, or on, their most natural position; your tits. A gentle moan escaped your lips at the contrasting ice cold temperature of his fingertips lingering on your nipples. The long string of moans and gasps from Chan was becoming anything but adorable. Each noise he made aroused you even more. The gentle massage of his hands was delightful. It wasn’t the first time you had thought about this. Especially when you were frustrated, stressed, or having a dry spell, the physicality of Chan was always a lingering cognition. Always there to coax you through your sexual frustration. If anything, this became stress relief for the both of you. Chan because he was stressed out because he needed to pass the exam, and yourself because now you didn’t have to suppress the surplus of fantasies and desires that stayed awake in your mind.

“Mmm, how are you doing Chan?”

“So good,” he growled, “I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

A small giggle escaped your lips. Keeping your composure, but really you were grateful because you could feel the pit in the depth of your lower abdomen. Your orgasm was coming, and there was nothing you could do about it. Although you did all the work, his cock was hitting you in the exact spot you needed. The slapping of your ass against his groin was getting louder, and you rhythm faster yet a little erratic, the intensity of him starting to overwhelm you.

“Y/n, wait,” he paused, making you stop in your tracks, “I don’t want to cum in you.”

A pout puffed from your lips at his words.

“You don’t?”

“Well,” Chan gulped, “I would, but I didn’t think-”

Instead of letting him finish, your index finger was across his lips, completely shushing him.

“You shouldn’t assume things about me Mr. Bang.”

You picked your hips up again, leaning back on his knees he bucked your hips, rapidly feeling the strokes of Chan’s cock. You wanted him to cum, you wanted him to cum so badly. The way you were dying to see the face he made when he came, how he looked at you was your soul volition in this very moment.

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Fuck, Y/n please,” he moaned, his loudest noise yet.

He nodded, jaw slack open as you rode him like your life depended on it. His cock was twitching at a rapid rate, hipe gently bucking into yours as he felt his high coming.

“Would you like to cum in me?”

He nodded once more.

“Cum in me Chan, cum in me, come one baby, you can do it.”

Chan mouthing ‘fuck’ one more time, before completely blowing his load inside of you. His jaw cracked, distressed gasp strangling his throat as he grabbed your hips, controlling your speed as you milked him dry, your orgasm waving over you simultaneously.

“Oh my god,” you moaned, knowing Chan was guiding you through it, but at this point, you didn't even care. It felt too good to discipline him for not letting you do everything. You stood up, a sharp groan coming from you as you felt his seed drip out.

“Fuck, what if-”

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted once more, “I’m on the pill.”

A sigh of relief disappeared from his chest.

You lied down next to him, trying to catch your breath as he turned to look at you.

“How do you feel?”

“Y/n that was amazing?”

You chuckled at his admiration, turning to him and seeing the sweat condensate across his forehead. Wow, did you make him work up a sweat.

“Still stressed out?”

“Far from it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, hope I wasn’t too overpowering or anything.”

“Absolutely not,” he scoffed, “it was really fucking hot actually.”

Fuck. You kissed him again, really enjoying the validation of your feminine power over him. It was a nice moment, that was until you heard a knock on the door. Fuck. The two of you were so immersed in what you were doing, that you completely forgot about the study session with the others.

“Shit, uh, just put your clothes on, I’ll stall them.”

You nodded, quickly redressing yourself and heading to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up, looking at the mirror and shit, did you kinda look like a mess. A pang of embarrassment hit your chest. How on earth were you supposed to just hang out with your friends, and act like you didn’t just fuck one of them. Nevertheless, there was no time to think about it, fixing your hair as much as you could before opening the door, and returning to the lounge where the others smirked at you when you walked in.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, choosing to ignore them, “what’s going on?”

“What are you already doing here?”

The two of you gave each other a quick look, praying to the lords that you came up with the same explanation.

“Oh me? I only got here like 5 minutes before you guys.”

“Oh you did,” Felix chimed in, sarcastically placing a hand on his chin, like a detective, “and Chan, why do you look almost sweaty?”

“Uh me, well I just had a shower before you guys got here. Then Y/n knocked about 10 minutes later.”

You shrugged, nervously chuckling and just praying they were taking this.

“Fuck Y/n, please,” Changbin whined, mocking Chan. Your eyes grew wide.

“Yeah come on baby, cum in me cum in me,” Felix added, making everyone burst into laughter. Your face was as red as a bunch of tomatoes. They heard everything. Fuck, this was embarrassing.

“You guys don’t have to lie, you know. We saw this coming from a mile away.”

“You did?” The two of you asked in unison, making the rest of them laugh again.

“I mean yeah,” Felix shrugged, “I’m sure this is what all the ‘extra studying’ was for.”

“No dude,” Chan began to yell, even you giggling at him now getting defensive, “I do need help! I’m terrible at this!”

“Is he y/n?”

“Terrible at psych? A little,” you paused, sitting down next to Felix on Chan’s couch, “sex? Absolutely not.”

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meatonfork · 1 year

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HELLO!! I've got an idea (idk if anybody request it already or u already wrote it). Can you write about grim stealing clothes from the 141? And their reaction? IT WOULD BE AMAZING I SWEAR! THX <3 P.S YOUR STUFF IS SO CUTE AND PERFECT. KEEP UP THE WORK💕🫂💕

A Thief

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pairings: platonic 141 x grim

warnings: none i believe

summary: grim gets caught read handed

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you’d always enjoyed winter. but, because of your small size, it was always harder for you get warm and stay that way.

the first time you’d ever stolen one of the task force’s articles of clothing was when you were stuck in the russian woods during winter.

you and ghost had been thrown into the field. alone. the mission actually went incredibly well considering it was tackled by a grumpy, closed off lieutenant, and a jittery, talkative, kid-sergeant.

the two of you were in and out- just like you’d been briefed to do so.

the issue? a giant fucking snowstorm that prevented evac.

the wind howled in your ear as you shouted over to ghost, “do you even know where you’re going?”

the wind pushed you back, but you prevailed. the cold nipped at your nose and cheeks. snow fell into your eyelashes, and your body was soaked from the wet.

“jus’ a bit further.” he was gruff, as usual, but even the loud wind couldn’t silence his chattering teeth.

you were severely underdressed for the weather. just a thermal shirt, your cargo pants, boots, a fleece quarter-zip, and your tac gear. ghost was no better off than you.

the small cabin came into view after roughly 20 more minutes of silence.

ghost rushed in, clearing it, before pulling you by your bicep.

the cabin wasn’t dirty, but it wasn’t exactly what you had hoped. luckily, there were two bedrooms. but, other than that, there wasn’t much. a kitchen, a bathroom, and a random couch.

“it’s not much, but it’ll do.”

the giant next you hummed in agreement, “go get in the shower. you’ll get hypothermia, kid.”

you almost argued, saying he could’ve gone first, but your body was shaking so badly you almost couldn’t stand.

you sighed with a nod and made your way to the bathroom. stripping yourself down to nothing and turning on the shower. the water was heavenly even if it wasn’t that warm. you stood there, letting it warm up your limbs. your red fingers finally gaining some feeling.

a knock on the door about 5 minutes later sounded through the room.

“yeah?”

“want me to take your clothes to dry them off? built a fire.”

“go for it!”

ten minutes later, you walked out with sweats and a t-shirt on. a towel bunched in your hands, with your head tilted to the side- drying your hair off. goosebumps raised on your skin as the steam rolled out of the bathroom behind you. looking around the small house, you found ghost crouched in front of the fire, warming up his hands.

“hey, big guy. bathroom’s all yours” you offered a small smile when his dark eyes met yours.

“thanks, grim.” he stood and made his way to shower before he paused right next to you.

you were about to ask him what was wrong before he stalked back the way he came, riffled through his pack, and tossed something at your face.

you squeaked as you caught it, dropping the towel.

you were about to scold him, but the soft material of a hoodie stopped you in your tracks. you offered your lieutenant a questioning look.

“you’re fucking shivering, grim. put it on.” his voice was gruff. and with that, he walked into the bathroom without a word.

later that night as you both sat in front of the fire, backs resting on the couch, ghost voiced out, “i’m not gettin’ that back, am i?”

“nope!” you curled up to him with a smile too big for your face.

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since that mission, you’d taken it upon yourself to make yourself as cozy as possible.

ghost’s hoodies were just so much bigger than yours.

soap’s sweats were just so much comfier than yours.

gaz’s shirts just fit so much better than yours.

and price’s socks were socks, but you didn’t want him to feel left out.

this is how you found yourself being interrogated in the commons, surrounded by your team.

“why am i here, boys?” you almost sang out.

“grim. you have an issue. who’s clothes are you even wearing right now?” gaz was the first to break the ice.

“oh, a little bit of everyone’s i suppose.” you shrugged.

“kid. we need those back. you have your own clothes, for god’s sake!” price scolded you, arms crossed against his chest and head tilted to look you in the eye.

“but they’re comfier than mine! and, they keep me warmer! please?” you threw out your best puppy dog eyes, knowing it would hit them in the heart.

soap sighed out, a hand dragging down his face.

“let me tell you what, kid. keep what you have, but no more stealing them.” ghost’s voice was gruff from behind you.

you whirled around, “how about i switch them out when they don’t smell like you guys anymore? heh, variety!”

“whatever. meeting dismissed, i’m tired.”

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a/n: thank you for reading <33

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Hello! I wanted to say i absolutely LOVE your writing about the Fatui, but i was wondering how the Fatui would be with a (def crazy) younger sibling around 10-11 years old possibly??

By crazy they could be participating into the same activities as their older siblings but stay away from the most bloody stuff bc they aren't allowed to bc of their sibling (we love an overprotective fictional older sibling❤️).

Idk why wanna see the younger sibling being so cute to all of the Harbingers and loyal to their empress but at the same time not hesitating to send an order to kill someone.

ALSO WHAT ABOUT TIME REVERSING MAGIC?? LIKEEEE IT SOUNDS FUN BUT YOU DECIDE ❤️❤️❤️

ilysm pls take care😭❤️

♡ 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ♡

synopsis: Due to your craziness, you had trouble fitting in with most kids your age. Not to worry, you have your Harbinger family to take care of you now!

includes: all harbingers w/ gn! reader

notes: Thank you, you're so sweet! I really love the idea of the Harbingers having this instinct to protect their mischievous, always getting into crazy trouble little sibling.

The first time the Harbingers heard of you was when they found out a whole camp of Fatui members was wiped out. Not by the Traveler, or an opposing military force, but by a child. Not even a teenager, but a little kid. Apparently, you had gotten caught stealing food from the camp and beat everyone up so you wouldn’t get arrested. What was more surprising was that this wasn't the first time you looted a camp. You had poor sneaking skills but you always dispatched the soldiers quickly before anyone got there. Besides the fact that they had to do something about this, the Harbingers were actually quite interested in you. It wasn’t every day you came across a child so much stronger than a group of soldiers.

It wasn’t hard to find out where you’d raid next, and a group of them lay in wait for your arrival. Soon enough, there you were apprehended by one of them, and you could hear them speaking about taking you back somewhere, and other big words you didn’t understand. The person wasn’t applying too much pressure on you. Well, they’d be wrong to underestimate you! You were the strongest kid in Snezhnaya!

You wiggled your arm up forward, but they didn’t pay much attention to you. In your hand, you gripped a small rock and eyed the explosive barrels near you. You think one of them noticed, but it was too late. With a sharp flick, it dove smack into the red barrel, and debris and mess went flying everywhere. The person holding you down had to release a bit to take cover from the explosion and you immediately bolted from there.

You had to be completely crazy to pull a stunt like that. You could have gotten injured - or worse!

You were giddy with excitement and adrenaline after that. You kind of gathered that you were quite different from other kids, but oh well. You made it as far as you could, but your legs were too short for you to run anywhere quickly. So your little plan was ruined when you promptly ran smack into an iron wall. That iron wall was the tallest man you’ve ever seen, and it hurt your neck to look up that high.

The next thing you knew, you woke up in the fluffiest bed ever, surrounded by pillows and cute plushies.

Pierro:

Admires your dedication to the Tsaritsa and all the Harbingers, but is stern in his decision to keep you away from the gory stuff. Proper soldiers must be level head and calm, Pierro says, which you are not. To keep you at bay, he lets you partake in some Fatui duties that don’t involve the cruelty aspect. (Introduces you to paperwork, I guess…) He’s not really sure how to deal with you… he’s used to the utmost respect everyone else gives him due to his status. But you? There are no rules in your world and you hang off his shoulder and fiddle with his mask. Also, the one who has to explain to you that no, you cannot go and try to kill someone for annoying you. When you try to act cute to try and get things to go your way, he thinks it’s endearing but it’s not working on Pierro!

Capitano:

Concerned for you, to be honest. Yes, you may be strong, but throwing yourself headfirst into these dangerous situations? You’re still so small, fragile, tiny… there are too many things that could go wrong. Every time you do even attempt something crazy, he is there, at your side, preventing it. Takes the role of your silent protector a lot more seriously than normal, simply because he doesn’t want you to get hurt because of your antics. Out of everyone he forbids you from engaging in any bloody activity the most. He wants you to do some normal kid stuff, but unfortunately, he himself has problems knowing what exactly that entails. Sits at his desk awkwardly while he watches you bounce off the walls.

Capitano thinks it’s cute when you come up with all these conspiracy theories about what’s under his helmet. At one point he started writing down everything you guessed and now a lot of pages have been filled up. He looks at it whenever he needs something to boost his mood. Is initially reluctant to fulfill your request of “throwing you up into the air and catching you” but he does it quite often because of how much you laugh. And it keeps you from going and fighting random people, at least.

Columbina:

She likes you a lot! Columbina is kinda crazy too, so you two get along like two peas in a pod. Only thing is she wants you to be able to relax too. Whenever you want to go out on some bloody mission, she’ll just hold you hostage (in a friendly way) and fall asleep with you kinda trapped there so you just fall asleep too. I don’t know why, but I think Columbina likes to sing a song about death when she’s killing someone. You unfortunately pick up on this.

Columbina’s the kind of person to cover your eyes whenever something non-child-friendly is happening. Also adores whenever you have your cute moments. I feel like she helps you choose your outfit when you declare that you’ll be a Harbinger one day too. She jumps on this opportunity to dress you up in pretty clothes. I feel like she can also switch from happy to deadly quickly so she can understand how you are.

Dottore:

Oh no… The Harbingers endeavor to keep the two of you apart to the best of their ability because you’re both just menaces. Dottore loves your craziness, he probably even encourages it sometimes to see how far you’ll go. You start adopting your own maniacal laugh like Dottore and he is so proud. If you’re willing, he’ll start going on about these crazy science topics and theories and you’re like - I’m just a kid… a crazy one, but still a kid who can’t comprehend all that… Also finds it highly amusing that Fatui recruits are terrified of you.

Even so, you’re still a kid so he doesn’t want you to get too much into it. If he sees you acting a bit too much crazy, he’ll stop you. He likes to help you tinker with stuff and build things. Thinks of you as his little minion assistant and secretly cherishes you a lot. Not gonna lie though, if you want someone dead, he’ll probably indulge you. He’s not very sane either…

Pulcinella:

He has seen his fair share of youngsters and even though he’s never met anyone like you, he still knows how to deal with you. I just know he can scold you to the point you feel bad for doing crazy things all the time. But then he does a big sigh and lets you off the hook “this time only.” Papanella’s the kinda guy to get you those color-by-number books and crayons and watch you color, finds it amusing when you don’t even use the right colors the book tells you to use. Encourages your creativity, in fact. Is touched when you give him a poorly kid-drawn picture of your Harbinger family. Puts it on one of the walls in Zapolyarny Palace so everyone can admire it.

Every time you try to get involved in the crazy bloody stuff, he just subtly tries to lure you with some different activities. Thinks it’s very important to have a nurturing childhood. Actually, he just bought this new brand of cookies to bake… he’s gonna need a helper, you know? Pulcinella’s probably successful with this multiple times, hanging out with grandpa is the best. (Probably tells you stories of his younger glory days.) Also lets you play with his cane and chuckles when you imitate him.

Scaramouche:

For some reason, you thought he’d be a good role model because you’ve seen him electrocute people, and were like ‘Hey I wanna do that too!” Scaramouche initially tells you to stop following him around but he still can’t help but have a soft spot for you. When you stole his hat and mimicked his laugh he gave up all attempts of trying to ignore you. Scaramouche’s another one who doesn’t mind the craziness but he prefers to let you not do that since he doesn’t want to see you get hurt. He actually thinks it’s amusing when you manage to outwit grown adults. Surprisingly, he still likes it when you act your age. His tone is noticeably gentler with you and he likes to watch over you and be your hidden protector. Also gives you random advice so you can look out for yourself in this world.

Arlecchino:

She has come across all kinds of kids in her orphanage. Shy and introverted ones, extroverted ones eager to prove themselves. But she has never come across one like you, which puts her a bit at a loss of what to do with you, because her normal disciplining is not working. Despite her efforts to hide it, all the other kids can see you’re definitely her favorite, and often flock around you to pester you with questions. A lot of them like to watch you do air punches and kicks so the orphanage is often lively now.

I can see Arlecchino being pretty overprotective of you, simply because she’s seen a lot of kids get hurt due to carelessness and mistakes so she frequently makes sure you’re not alone. In return, she’ll let you carry on for however long about anything you want. She’s a very good listener and has a good memory.

La Signora:

The one who has the urge to protect you from all horrors of this world the most. She lost her lover and her own humanity a long time ago, and to think about losing you brings her pain. Therefore, she’d much rather have you by her side as she yells at the new recruits rather than out in the world fighting people. There’s not much she can do about the craziness, but she tries to explain to you not to get into too much danger. You don’t know who you could lose, or what happens when someone loses you. You don’t understand much, but La Signora looks solemn and sad during these moments, so you tone down a bit and just lay in her lap while she strokes your hair. Likes to dress you up and do pretty hairstyles, eat good food, and generally do fun stuff with you. You should enjoy life for what it is while you can.

Pantalone:

Still spoils the hell out of you. He doesn’t know your backstory or childhood but he assumes it must not be good because of how you are now, which is something Pantalone can relate to a lot. So a lot of the time, he just spoils you, enough to forget about anything else. Often times he likes to sit there and watch you open all of your gifts. Pantalone stays in Snezhnaya most of the time and uses his experience to convince you to stay with him instead of trying to go out into danger. Instead teaches you accounting business and becomes your economics teacher so you can assist him (it doesn’t work very well.)

Sandrone:

She turns people into puppets and robots, so Sandrone can’t comment much on how you are, but she’s still gonna stop you from going out and committing mischievous acts. The kind of sibling who has her Automatons stand guard at every possible exit, even the windows, to prevent you from sneaking out and trying to go on a mission with everyone else. When you come back all cute and pouty, complaining about how strict she is, she just lets her other robots soothe you until you forget about it.

Childe:

In a way, you remind him of how he was when he was a kid. Childe doesn’t think he was as crazy as you though, and he did have a normal childhood before he fell into the Abyss, but he knows about the insatiable urge for battle and fighting. So he understands how you are a lot. The only thing is that he doesn’t want you to grow up into a killing machine like him. So he tries his best to expose you to normal kid things, and keep you away from all the bloody and gory stuff. Even when you beg him to let you come on a mission with him, or even to go clean up some Treasure Hoarders, he’ll say no every time since he really doesn’t want the image of him in blood etched into your mind.

He really loves when you get all adorable with him. You asking him to tell you a story? He’s buying all the bedtime story books across Teyvat and reading you to sleep every day. When he makes you meals and you get all pouty and pick out all the vegetables? He thinks it's so sweet and already considers you part of his family. But then you give him whiplash when you’re the first to offer to take out a target. Childe has already accepted that you’re not going to change your crazy tendencies, but he’s made it his responsibility to preserve your innocence and childhood, if only a little bit.

Time Reversing Magic:

When you told them you could reverse time, none of them really took you seriously. After all, kids tend to have a lot of daydreams and made-up abilities. But for once you actually seemed serious and said the first time you did it, you fell asleep for a week. And as kids get when people don’t believe them, you insist on proving your ability to them. Some of them find it cute how persistent you are, others are interested in why you chose to lie about time reversing of all things. Until they realize you aren’t lying.

You dropped a plate on the floor, and it clattered and broke into pieces. And then you closed your eyes and focused your energy on your hand directed at the plate. Before everyone knew it, the plate was back on the table unbroken, and you were lying on the floor. Chaos ensues.

The most interested one has to be Dottore of course. How did you do that? What kind of childhood did you have to develop that ability? Who are your parents? Are you even human? What are the consequences of this power? Then there are the ones who don’t really want you to use your power. What if you get seriously injured from using it too much or too long? They don’t want to see you hurt. You won’t have to use it anyway, they can protect you well enough. If anything, I think Pierro would know the most and be able to help you control it. He knows about Khaenri’ah’s secrets so he would know about all ancient types of magic.

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around1302 · 1 year

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XIV. CHEAP WINE

SPARE PARTS: a series (14/20)

PARIS, FRANCE

(W) strong language, alcohol use, oral (female receiving), (implant protected) sex, fingering.

5k of a lot of angst and pining, so beware lol

a/n yes i did link a visual of one of the sex positions i describe (not porn, real educational stuff i swear) because i felt like i was doing a shit job of explaining it. IN MY DEFENCE i’m a lesbian. idk how straight positions be working, okay!

THIRD PERSON’S POV

Harry can narrow down where he realised he had it a little too bad for Charlie Greene to roughly one moment.

Circa 2016, when they were freshly recognised and began the recording process of their first album. When they were all still practically strangers, suddenly flung into this new world of songwriters and producers and media scrutiny. When Harry was late to their first ever recording session, and Charlie ripped into him so hard even Paula (ambitiously taking on five teenagers with mediocre talent and a dream) had an ounce of respect for her.

All he remembers was standing there in his ugly (but defensibly comfortable) purple trainers, fists shoved into an old hoodie pocket, jaw clenched and mouth set just… watching her. She was so stressed out and so mad, but Harry couldn’t give two shits. All he could do was stare at her mouth and imagine what it would be like to leap forward and shut her up with his own.

But he didn’t. Harry made a dumb joke about how hot she looked in that top, and decided to make dumb jokes every time he had that same urge. That all-consuming, stomach-churning urge that he thought would die the more he told himself to hate her. He managed to half convince himself she was nothing more than a stuck-up princess who only ever cared about whether he was late or high or covered in hickies he thought would work as a cover for any cracks.

Which they did. A little too well.

It’s why Harry’s watching her laugh with Zayn from behind her glass of red, and why he can’t do anything about the way Zayn’s eyes undress her in that dress. Fuck, that dress. Harry hasn't been able to let his eyes wander for more than two seconds at a time, because this is a fancy establishment and his trousers forgive nothing. Every time his gaze trickled down the neckline or to the creases that tugged at her waist he felt my trousers tighten, forcing him to cough and shift and think about something else till he can’t help but steal another look.

Around 0.2 seconds into his allotted time, Amelia’s chair squeaks against the floor and her ring tapping the edge of her wineglass silences the table. Harry’s eyes stay on Charlie a beat longer across the table, watching how she shifts in her seat and gives him a whole other angle to ache after.

He coughs and shifts and thinks about something else.

“I just wanted to say that I’m so proud of you guys,” Amelia keeps her voice low, despite the vacancy of the restaurant. There has to be a maximum of five other tables in here, considering the group stayed three hours after their last bites. “It’s been amazing to watch you all grow over the last six years, and to see it this close up is such an honour.”

Niall looks at Amelia like he could propose right there and then. Harry feels a twinge of jealousy he mislabels as happiness for his friends.

“And to Poppy,” she holds her glass in Charlie’s direction. Harry steals another glance. This time, though, his chest lurches in a different way. Her eyes gloss over and her lips twitch in that wobbly way that says she’s holding back a sob, “she’d be so proud of you, babe.”

Charlie smiles sadly, tilting her head as if saying the words ‘thank you’ aloud would burst that lump she’s visibly trying to swallow. So, Harry reaches for his glass to do it for her.

“To Poppy.”

Charlie’s head whips to face his, a tear escaping her and running a path down her cheek. Harry holds her stare, nodding toward her as everyone raises their glass in a cheer.

Then his eyes flicker lower, to the jewels encompassing her smooth neck, and his mind flashes to a few hours ago.

Returned from the graveyard and sprung with the news they’d all be going out to some sophisticated dinner in Poppy’s honour – Charlie called Harry in her room for a rant. Her subconscious would call it company, but she would never dare admit that.

Harry willingly complied, posted up on the bed while Charlie flurried around her room in a tornado of glitter and dress options and heels, whining about how going to a fancy dinner is the last thing she wanted to do and that she loves her friends – she really does – but how can they make this same mistake so many times?

Somewhere between grumbling about the uncomfortablity of stilettos and the way the airlines had tarnished the floral scent of her favourite perfume, Charlie struggled with her necklace. Harry, eyes lasered to her every movement, had been staring at her fingers tangling with the metal for five minutes before he had to do something about it himself.

“Here,” he mumbled, his tone somewhat annoyed as he rose from the bed and stood behind her in the mirror. He shooed her hands away, ignoring her confused mutterings to focus on the task at hand.

Charlie, albeit brows furrowed and a line of questioning stuck in her throat, just… watched him. She didn’t even notice her lips curling as his forehead crinkled and his tongue poked at his bottom lip in concentration, and she definitely didn’t notice the sigh that left her lips when he locked her necklace in place and trailed his knuckles lightly against the open back of Charlie’s silk dress.

When he looked up to meet her gaze in the glass, he fought a smile at the way she was looking at him. It made his stomach twist and knot and he knew he was only tumbling deeper into the rabbit hole with every second he held her stare, but he also thought he’d die if he looked away.

“What?” Harry deadpanned, trying to regain some lucidity.

Charlie bit her lip, dimming her grin as she turned and thumbed at the curls straddling his collar. Harry swallowed thickly.

“You know, we could just not go to this dinner.”

“We have to.” Harry lilted, his attempt at biting that smile back starting to fail.

“Do we?” Charlie toyed with the material of his shirt, swaying him closer. He inhaled sharply, hands flying to her waist as her perfume (which, to him, was most definitely not tarnished) swallowed him whole.

“I sometimes think you’re trying to kill me, Greene,” Harry nudged her nose, kissing her chastely once on the lips before preserving with some self control, “res' is at eight, hurry it up.”

Blinking back to the bleak reality of realising he was an idiot for not taking up Charlie’s offer, Louis says the best thing Harry’s heard all night.

“Anyone fancy shots?”

“M’trying to fuck the guy in the black suit, y’think I have a chance?”

Harry smiles, trying not to laugh at Charlie in the middle of this badly lit bar. They (finally) moved from the restaurant to the first place they could find, which happened to be this kind of dingy looking dive bar down the street from their hotel. Trashy, but apparently not enough to stop them from welcoming the sticky tables and knock-off vodka.

Charlie’s had a few more than the rest of them and has been leaning into Harry’s side of the crimson booth, adorned with holes and stretch marks, for the last ten minutes, feeding him the worst pickup lines he’s ever heard.

It’s so far been the best ten minutes of his life.

“You know,” Harry shifts, moving his arm so it rests behind Charlie’s now slightly mussed curls tangled from the dancing with Amelia and Niall only half an hour ago. Her sleepy eyes drift into something tranquil, safe - something he could relax into and get lost in - but he keeps his cool, “if you keep hitting on the guy in the black suit, you’re going to scare the poor fucker away.”

Harry’s lying. He knows that. She knows that. Not a thing in the world right now could drive him away. But she gasps dramatically and feigns offence regardless. He bites his bottom lip to try and reign his grin back a bit.

He fails.

“Y’think m’comin’ on too strong?”

Harry squints, pinching his index finger and thumb and trying his hardest not to imagine what it would be like to pinch her chin.

“Well,” Charlie abruptly stands, swaying slightly. He rushes to steady her waist, but pulls his hand away before anyone can see. Everyone was already confused by the day they spent together, the whole ‘crying in his shoulder at a graveyard’ ordeal. A tipsy hand on the waist would completely screw them, “in that case.”

Harry’s chest doesn’t drop until hes sees her palm find Zayn’s bicep by the bar while he talks to someone serving drinks, Zayn’s interest in the bartender seemingly dropping the second Charlie touches him. Harry’s jaw tightens and he clears his throat to stop any stupid, responsive lump forming. His eyes harden on the contact – the way she makes him instantly laugh, the way he tucks one of those stray curls behind her ear, the way he looks at her like she made the sun.

“Es-tu seul, mon amour?”

Harry’s gaze tears away, landing on someone tall and blonde and fucking gorgeous, but he can still see Zayn and Charlie laughing together in his peripheral and his retinas burn beneath the sight.

“Sorry, I don’t speak French.”

He can’t even bother to convincingly lie about his knowledge of the language. He knows this mystery woman is asking him if he’s alone, and he knows she’s about to offer one of the drinks in her hand up. Harry looks at Charlie and Zayn again.

“Mind if I sit?”

He pokes his tongue in his cheek, waiting for Charlie to look back at him with a playful glint, some sort of hope or hint that she’s only messing with him and she’s going to come back to him any minute.

She doesn’t.

“I’d love it if you did,” Harry forces himself to smirk, “one of those for me, darling?”

The group had been dropping like flies for the last hour. Niall and Amelia had left after they had gotten predictably close to fucking in the bar’s bathrooms, and Liam had to take Zayn back to the hotel after one too many shots. Louis has been in the corner with a brunette, flirting badly yet oddly successfully for the last ten minutes. Leaving only Charlie and Harry at war with each other.

It started when Charlie turned and saw Harry with the girl who bought him a drink, smile on her face, expecting to see him seething with jealousy. When that wasn’t the case, an unfamiliar feeling of something undiagnosed bubbled within her chest, and she sought out the first person (who was not Zayn) who would make Harry feel like she had.

That was roughly an hour ago.

Now, Charlie’s dancing against a stranger to shitty jukebox music and Harry’s doing a terrible job of pretending to be apart of the conversation he’s meant to be having with a girl he’s pretty sure is a done deal.

Except he doesn’t want her. The girl he wants is grinding her ass against some sleezebag’s boner while he gawks at the fact a woman that beautiful would actually give him the time of day. Charlie’s eyes, hazy, have been set on Harry’s the whole time. Her teeth sinking into her bottom lip every time she saw his throat bob or his jaw tighten, letting that bubble in her chest melt with every solidification Harry is dripping in jealousy. His fist is clenched so hard around his glass it’s a surprise it hasn’t smashed, and when the poor girl speaking to him says something else he can’t be bothered to faux-listen to, he brashly apologises to go and rip Charlie away from her toy.

“Hey, man!” The guy, tall and broad and the blueprint of all Chads, booms as Harry grips Charlie’s bicep and pulls her away from the asshole. Despite the desired effect being achieved, Charlie frowns and yanks her arm from Harry’s harsh grip, his rings already having left blush indents in her brown skin.

“Charlie, quit playing. We’re going.”

Harry’s never liked that feeling of jealousy. He could never place it before – but now he realises that was because he was stuck for years unable to do a thing about it. In this moment, a moment where he can do something about it, all he wants is to get away from this suspect bar and fuck some sense into her.

“No, you’re not the boss of me,” Charlie had sobered several gross men ago, and in all honesty wanted nothing more than to leave. But she has a point to prove, God dammit. Whether that’s to herself or Harry, she’s unsure, but she’s going to prove it regardless.

“Let her be, dude. We were havin’ fun.”

The guy’s American, and Harry can’t help but roll his eyes at his Texan drawl as he tries to assert some all-man, all-masculine dominance. It’s so unbelievably predictable.

“You’re not allowed to tell me what to do, remember?” Charlie spits, forgetting entirely about the guy behind her. Harry was halfway through staring daggers into his soul before his gaze drops to Charlie. “No strings and all that. Go back to whoever you were planning on fucking tonight.”

“Charlie, you’re drunk–”

“I’m in a bar, dad. Fuck off.”

Harry can’t help but laugh. Bitter and humourless, but shit can he not do this anymore.

“Yeah–”

“Shut up!” The two of them shout simultaneously, Charlie being long tired of this guy who two minutes ago was gripping her waist a little too tight, breathing down her neck a little too heavily. He was gross, and not her main concern right now.

“Jesus,” Chad murmurs, ego deflated, “crazy bitches out here.”

He saunters off in search of another mission, leaving Harry and Charlie at the bar.

Harry licks his lips, running his hand through his hair as he tries to collect what he wants to say. He doesn’t want to do it in this bar, in this situation, surrounded by the potency of cheap alcohol, but he knows better than to try and drag Charlie out again – so here it is.

“I get you wanted no strings,” his throat runs dry, “but that’s just not very fucking realistic anymore, Charlie. I care about you enough to know I don’t like seeing some pervert grind on you like that, and by the way you were staring at me, you fucking know that.”

Charlie folds her arms across her chest, hiding the way she anxiously plucks at her nails.

She doesn’t like Harry. That would be absurd. He’s been nothing but a pain in her ass for the last six years, he’ll fuck anything that moves, he’s unreliable, messy, moody. A dickhead, an annoyance, a tease, a kiss, a touch, a fuck.

The lines begin to blur, and the easiest thing to do when those lines cross is to give in to either box Harry fits into. To either yell at him or get an orgasm out of him – but then he holds her in his hotel bed, or spends the day being Paris’ worst tour guide to distract her from Poppy’s grave, or holds her while she sobs into his chest because she can’t face her sister.

She hates him even more for it.

“What are you saying?” Charlie utters. With the way Harry’s glued to her lips, it doesn’t matter they’re surrounded by chatter and music and 1 AM bar background – he hears every word as if it’s whispered in his ear.

Harry searches her eyes, trying to figure out how she’d respond if he said he’s saying he wants to know her in the morning as he does at night. That he wants to stop having to act like her presence annoys him when really it’s the only thing that’s kept him grounded all these years. That he wants to hear about her day, and hold her hand, and have her scream at him for domestic, stupid shit like how he forgot to wash up again rather than have her scream at him for being covered in hickies from someone he wishes is her.

“Fuck it,” Charlie sighs. She doesn’t have to wholly admit it to herself, that maybe she does crave Harry’s touch a little more than she should, but she can act on it in the only way she knows how. “Let’s just go back to the hotel.”

Harry’s tongue pokes in his cheek and he realises as she brushes past him that he’s been his own worst enemy this whole time.

Charlie pushes him against her hotel door once they reach the safety of the dim room, his lips quickly melting against hers — the action’s muscle memory at this point. He brings his hands up to her face, thumb brushing her jaw as he kisses her back, swallowing her sharp breaths and low moans as their tongues tangle.

When her hands trail lower, tugging on his belt loops, Harry pulls away.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Charlie pants against his mouth, her dress straps draping her shoulders. Harry’s eyes follow the thin silk, his warm fingers tracing her neck and giving her goosebumps (to which he tries to hide his smile) as he hoists them back up.

“Let’s just move slower, yeah?” Harry nudges her nose with his, his lips just brushing hers before she leans back.

“Why?” She narrows her eyes, sceptical.

If there’s one thing Charlie Greene is excellent at, it’s denial.

“Sweetheart,” Harry kisses her jaw, his hands finding her waist and pulling her close to him. He kisses her neck, Charlie sighs and puddles into his touch, “we have all night,” he kisses her throat, then her collarbones. “We don’t need to rush all the time.”

Bullshit for: I’m terrified this is the last time you’re ever going to want to touch me again after that near-confessional. Nevertheless, Charlie accepts it and sinks her fingers into his hair as she meets his lips again – slowly.

Harry backs her up till the backs of her knees hit the mattress, then he sits her down.

She perches on the edge of the bed, looking up at him as he removes his blazer, leaving him in his black shirt and trousers. Her eyes level with the butterfly just peaking from the material, she slides her palms back on the sheets till she can sit back and look at him in his entirety.

“You’re…”

The word gets trapped in her throat. Is it too intimate? Is it too weird?

“What?” Harry murmurs, dropping to his knees to take Charlie’s heels off.

She chews on it for a moment, tilting her head while watching him lean down and kiss the area of shin that’s visible behind her dress, ghosting his lips up the deep thigh slit. When he reaches her waist, she lays back, letting him climb over her.

“Charlie, what?” He repeats, curls tickling her cheek.

She reaches up, tucking his hair behind his ears.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Harry swears his heart stops beating.

“Sorry,” Charlie panics at the silence, “I’m probably just still dru–”

She can’t finish her nervous ramble because Harry’s already kissing her into the bed. Her legs instinctively wrap around his waist, trying desperately to grind against him as he pins her waist and cocoons her with his other arm.

“No one’s ever called me that,” Harry breathes against her lips, starting to struggle with his whole ‘slow’ idea. Charlie pulls him back to her mouth, needing the taste of him just as much as she needs the feel of him. She guides one of his hands down, pushing it beneath her dress. He presses his middle finger to her clothed cunt, swiping it over her clit and teasing the bundle of nerves.

“Please,” Charlie bucks into his hand, trying to reach some pressure, “I need you.”

Harry’s chest leaps.

She needs you to fuck her, idiot. She doesn’t need you.

… oh, fuck it. I can be delusional for a minute.

“Up,” Harry’s voice lowers as he nods up the bed, and they shuffle around so Charlie’s head hits the pillow. “No,” he quickly swipes her waist, nearly making her yelp with how swiftly he pulls her atop of him. He grabs her face, not caring that her hair’s tangled in his rings, “I meant up.”

Charlie frowns, not understanding till…

Oh.

“You mean…?”

“Ride my face.”

Charlie’s breath catches in her throat. She musters a heavy nod.

Sitting up, he helps her pull her dress over her body, leaving her only in those lace knickers Harry doesn’t know if he wants to frame or rip apart. His hands smooth over her silky thighs, pushing her back so he can take in the full sight of her. All her tattoos and marks and bumps and bruises – every perfect inch of her that he could drink in forever if he could.

He finds her eyes, nodding to signal he wanted – needed – her on his face. Now.

Climbing up the bed, Charlie clings onto the bed frame as she hovers above him, gasping at the feeling of his long fingers moving her knickers to the side, his cool rings brushing her mound.

“Charlie, I said sit on my face.”

Never having done this before, Charlie glances down, her pussy still inches from his mouth, hesitant to sink any further.

“I don’t want to suffocate you.”

“You can kill me for all I care, just sit the fuck down.”

When Charlie scowls, Harry softens.

“I promise you won’t suffocate me. I’ll be more than fine.”

Keeping one hand occupied on her knickers, Harry wraps the other around her thigh to bring her down to his mouth. Tense, at first, Charlie just watches as his lips circle her cunt, his tongue just flickering at her clit. When he looks up, his seafoam eyes dark jade, Charlie’s stomach tightens and she throws her head back.

Harry pulls her further down, aiding her in rocking against his face as his tongue works her clit in hard, slow notions. Charlie leaves one hand on the bed frame, using her other to sink into his hair and tug – eliciting tunnelled groans from his throat to her pussy – as she begins to find a rhythm.

“Oh, shit, Harry,” she gasps, her hands flying back to his chest, now.

Harry tweaks at her nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers before feeling every part of her. Her stomach, her breasts, her arms. He settles on her thighs, keeping her impossibly close as Charlie moans and gasps through her orgasm.

Harry keeps her there until she can’t stand it, letting her climb back down his body after she tugs on his hair. Finding his lips as quickly as she can, Charlie tangles the taste of her on his tongue with her own, working to unbutton his shirt and trousers as she reaches in and feels how hard he is. He’s practically leaking pre-cum already, and grinds into Charlie’s touch as she works him a little.

“Christ, Styles,” she pants, smirking against his lips, “for me?”

“No, for that blonde girl I was talking to at the bar.” Harry jokes, laughing into her mouth when she stops palming him. “Of course it’s for you, dumbass,” he rakes his fingers through her hair, smoothing the nape of her tense neck with his finger tips. Kissing her, he mumbles, “always for you.”

He flips them over, arms caging her in as he kisses her neck. “You don’t understand,” kiss, “what you,” kiss, “do to me,” kiss, “Charlie.” kiss.

Head tilted into the pillow, nails raking the muscles that ripple his back, Charlie closes her eyes and wraps her legs around his waist.

“Show me then,” she lifts her hips, brushing her wet core against his erection.

“Side,” he demands, sucking a nipple into his mouth and brushing his teeth against her puckering flesh.

Charlie quickly obeys, practically dripping for him again as his large hands sprawl her hips. She lays on her side, her cheek falling to his bicep as he lays behind her and lifts her leg up.

“Ready for me, hm?” Harry trails a finger between her folds, feeling how wet she is before tasting her on his thumb. “Always so fuckin’ wet,” he grabs the base of his dick, poking at her entrance before rubbing against her clit. She gasps, pushing back against him and grabbing his hip behind her. Harry leans down to her neck, teeth nipping at her earlobe as he slides in with ease.

Charlie’s eyes flutter shut, a low moan escaping her throat as he fits her. Harry’s own breath shudders, and he drapes her right leg over his side, gasping into into her neck as he feels her pulse around him. Snaking her arm around his nape, Harry starts thrusting, and the deep position echoes a symphony of filthy notes around the room.

“Fuck, Charlie,” Harry whines in her ear, hand slipping down her thigh to circle her clit.

“Oh, my God,” Charlie chokes, shifting so she lays on her back and can swallow his moans with her lips. He squeezes her left breast, toying with her nipple till she bites down on his bottom lip and pushes her head into the pillow.

“Every time,” he groans, sinking his teeth into her shoulder, “you feel so good, every time.”

“Don’t stop,” Charlie’s fingers blanch around the sheets below them, “s’good, don’t stop.”

At that, Harry went harder, faster. Fuck the ‘slow’ rule.

“Charlie, baby, I’m gonna come,” Harry moans into her neck, trying to speed up his fingers so she can reach that peak sooner. Instead, she removes his hand, squeezing her pussy around him so that he tightens his grip on her waist and gasps sharply.

“Please do,” she directs all her focus on him, now, wanting so badly for him to, “fill me up, please, Harry.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She rubs her own clit, slowly, feeding off his desperate little pants.

Fucking her so hard he nearly concusses them both on the headboard, Harry reaches his high, crying out into her neck. Charlie moans with him, scraping her fingers through his tangled curls as he slows down.

“Did you finish?” He pants, breathless. Charlie shakes her head.

He pulls out, wincing as he shifts to lay her flat on her back, his cheek pressed into his palm. She finds his lips, kissing him softly despite his fingers curling filthily inside her. When it becomes too much to kiss him, when his thumb comes into play on her clit and the hard circles he rubs brings her closer and closer to her high, Charlie grabs his face and kisses his bottom lip once.

“Stay the night.”

Harry nearly stops. “Really?”

Charlie nods, and Harry kisses her, moving down her torso and making her come for a second – but not the last – time tonight.

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inkfamy · 11 months

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You're the person who said we're shipping First Aid with Bruticus now right?

If Bruticus is obsessed with First Aid how does he react to Defensor? Does he just latch on to Defensor's left arm and refuse to let go? Does he go bananas and demand his wife back? Do they walk off into the sunset holding hands?

Also, have the Decepticons ever tries getting a regular ambulance and convincing Bruticus that it's First Aid?

Hello! I'm so sorry for letting this ask languish in my inbox for a month, my brain is made of spaghetti. I am absolutely ecstatic to be the Bruticaid Guy.

I have been percolating on a Bruticaid fic and here's the things your questions alongside the other things swimming around my brain have turned into:

Personally I think Bruticus's feelings of love and affection aren't (initially) very well developed. He feels some kind of possessiveness and protectiveness over his components, because he needs them and knows he couldn't exist without them, and he understands loyalty in the form of his (forced) loyalty to Megatron and by extension the Decepticon Cause. To begin with, he doesn't fully understand love as much more beyond possessiveness and loyalty; he only processes his feelings as a desire to Have this new component, which must be his because why else would he Want it.

I think he's very jealous of Defensor when First Aid is attached, and he mostly wants to get First Aid detached so he can Reclaim His Property. Defensor likely feels a similar way, enhanced by the fact that the Protectobots as a gestalt are very close to one another and none of them would want to see First Aid in the hands of a Decepticon, whether that Decepticon likes him or not. Cue a lot of violent combiner clashing.

I've been thinking SO MUCH about the next part. We are talking G1, so whacky hijinks must ensue. The Decepticons initially just steal a regular ambulance, and Bruticus realises it's not alive as soon as he gets his hands on it. Insert tantrum. Their next step is trying to pass off a Decepticon as First Aid; Dead End gets painted red and white because he's just about the right shape and he's part of a gestalt and maybe that's what Bruticus find so appealing. This one takes a bit longer to work out: probably a few days before the false First Aid is revealed because poor Dead End got dropped in a river and all his paint washed off or something. Even bigger tantrum.

The Decepticons probably get desperate enough that they nab another Earth ambulance, smuggle it to Vector Sigma, and have it brought to life in the hopes that the resulting Decepticon will be a suitable distraction for Bruticus. The poor bot gets called Last Aid, and his only purpose in life is to be a cute little boyfriend. He's a triple changer and turns into an ambulance and a left arm, but he doesn't have a gestalt to bond too.

Last Aid ends up being pretty much Shattered Glass First Aid: he's a classic evil clone, obsessed with First Aid, the Protectobots, and the Combaticons. There's a bunch of nonsense in having to ensure the Combaticons don't know that Last Aid isn't really First Aid, because Bruticus mustn't know. Last Aid gets mostly ignored and his only assigned mission is "keep Bruticus happy". He is absolutely venomous at this being the purpose of his life; he hates the Decepticons and Bruticus. For a while he probably tries to manipulate Bruticus into idk, stomping on the real First Aid so he can take his place, turns up to cause havoc in the Protectobot base, and is generally a funky evil little guy with a kind of sad backstory (but also he is so very evil).

I don't think Last Aid is very nice to Bruticus, and that's probably what eventually reveals the ploy. Maybe he hurts Bruticus somehow and First Aid finds Bruticus injured, and being First Aid he can't not help, but this giant combiner is kind of shying away from him and waiting to get smacked again. Maybe this is the first moment where First Aid isn't scared of Bruticus, and Bruticus learns what being treated gently is like.

At some point Last Aid probably ends up working with Shockwave to try and take over the Decepticons, or otherwise gets kind of incorporated into their medics team (but isn't allowed to work without Hook there, because he Cannot Be Trusted Not To Do Something Horrible).

#I hope you enjoy this long ramble #bruticaid #bruticus #first aid #maccadam #inky answers

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no-1-rosalind-lang-apologist · 5 months

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Underrated scenes from each ss book

These aren't all scenes and I think the flf section just turned into a highlight reel of things i love about flf but here.

TVD

The scene where Roma picks up tiny Alisa because she was climbing inside of his walls and she's like hey don't rip my shirt it's new :( when her shirt his very obviously extremely old.

Not a scene but just the fact that the White Flower's used to have a golden retriever named Tsarina.

Idk if it's underrated exactly but that scene where Rosalind waits for Juliette in her room for three hours to tell her about the monster attack hits me like a truck every time I remember it.

"What is a Montague? It sounds Italian."

The scene where Benedikt holds Tyler at gunpoint after he threatens Marshall because he knows Marshall wouldn't have had the impulse control to not shoot

Roma beating the shit out of Dimitri

Celia coming up with her fake backstory for a Communist meeting and saying, "My mother is dead. My father is dead to me."

Juliette calling Roma a "wet blanket"

Juliette taking responsibility for Celia when she accidentally knocked Amethyst out

OVE

Juliette Cai says healthcare for all

Alisa being mad at Roma because he hasn't taught her how to catch a knife

Marshall styling Juliette's hair

Juliette making fun of newsboy cap guy

The Marshall flashback to when he met Benedikt

Roma and Juliette getting tailed by the the French White Flower guy who ends up being one of the monsters and Roma saying idk maybe he thinks I'm hotter than you when Juliette asks him why the guy looks like he wants to kill Roma

Benedikt knocking Roma out before trying to kill Juliette because holy shit

When Alisa realizes that Roma agreed to a duel to get her back

When Rosalind had Roma at gunpoint

"I would rather the two of you not burn the world down each time you choose each other."

The paragraphs where Celia starts really being Celia are just so,,,

Somehow I forgot that Alisa was already officially a Communist spy in the OVE epilogue?

fhh spoilers

FLF

Celia forcing Rosalind out of bed to go to Lourens when she wanted to die

Orion calling Dao Feng "Old Man"

Rosalind immediately making tranquilizers right when Orion moves in because she doesn't want to put up with his shit

Silas writing and publishing a fucking op-ed at 14 immediately after getting home from London (iconic)

The implication that Silas has tried to confess to Phoebe before which I call bullshit on.

Not a scene but when Orion shows back up in the morning before their first day at Seagreen, I am convinced that the red stuff on his neck was blood not lipstick.

I NEED TO KNOW IF JIEMIN'S CROSS WAS A SIGN OF ALLEGIANCE TO PRIEST?????

"Who's stealing Silas from you? You're the notorious boyfriend stealer not me." because what exactly are we implying help-

Rosalind remembering hearing Silas's parents brag about him

Phoebe "spying" on Seagreen while she has Silas wait in the car

Lao Lao instantly adopting Orion

I think a lot of the olivercelia stuff in flf is a bit underrated because a lot of us were too busy being haters for a while but the necklace knife scene!

"My little ego can always stand being snapped at by you, sweetheart."

Oliver being really really freaked out in the warehouse hit different now that we have more context ughhhh

Orion thinking that his dad might have done something to his mom. What the fuck. And also being in that house with them alone for years jesus christ

Alisa covering her walls in drawings from Benedikt

Rosalind killing Zilin

Silas taking on Orion's assignments when his headaches were really bad

The fact that Lord and Lady Hong probably knew that Oliver was onto something when Orion told Lord Hong about Oliver breaking in

The cards that Zilin had in his pocket were a spade and a diamond (spade = aroace and diamond = demi)

Rosalind and Orion's argument after the Peach Lily Palace incident

Celia being like stfu Oliver (i like telling him what to do. teehee. aNYWAY)

Ik the nation over everything quote gets talked about a lot but I think people seem to forget how pissed Celia was after he said that. Because "You're so damn selfish. Have you ever stopped to consider that I value your life just as much? If you want to protect me, don't you think that I want to protect you, too?" And then the way that Oliver is absolutely baffled by this. Ack.

Rosalind flinching when Orion pretended to kiss her forehead towards the start of flf vs her casually noting it when he actually kissed her temple midway through flf

Alisa casually having Russian classic literature at her desk despite the fact that she probably stopped receiving formal school at about 13. Slay queen.

The domestic spat. I don't think we've talked about it in a bit I'm so disappointed in us.

Alisa seeing Rosalind and Dimitri together and never saying anything about it

Silas immediately hanging up when Lord Hong picked up when he was trying to call Phoebe

Also who were Gray and Archer??? I thought they were going to be important but oh well

"She doesn't bite." "Yes, I do." like geez ok Rosalind thank you for sharing

"Phoebe walked a small circle around the hospital corridor. Silas, his eyes tracking her absently, stood with his chin propped in one palm." Yeah ok.

Then the scene after Orion sees Rosalind's scars where they're both lying on her bed together and talk for a little bit. I don't know if it's underrated exactly, but I have a very clear image of it in my mind and it is very parallely and nice I like this scene

Alisa drinking orange juice out of a coffee mug. Why? Because.

Tiny detail but Orion telling Phoebe to stop answering the phone in English because he's afraid of gossip

Phoebe immediately going DO I GET TO SEDUCE PRETTY WOMAN???? when Orion tells her he needs her help and him being absolutely exhausted by her

"You warn me for control." "I don't need your warning." I want to kiss Rosalind on the mouth.

Ok sorry but I do not interpret the scene where Orion steals the Frenchwoman's necklace as him flirting with her I think he just put on a really exaggerated twink voice because it's funnier that way

Silas knocking out a guard by holding a cloth with sedatives to his face when he and Phoebe broke Alisa out of jail.

Also just Silas trying to signal to Alisa that he's totally definitely a double agent in the process of betraying everyone because Alisa knows that he's aligned with the Communists somehow while Phoebe is Priest is so insane.

Silas fixing Phoebe's hair then Phoebe noticing that he shifted maybe half and inch away from her going hmm no that's not allowed and shifting closer to him. Especially since there's not very much emotion in her internal monologue in flf since you're not really getting her pov you're just getting a front.

"Are you keeping any other secrets from me, Janie Mead?" "One. But I don't want to tell you yet."

Orion faking a nosebleed

"His proximity was supposed to be some sort of tactic to make her flustered, she guessed, but she was only concentrating on the fact that Orion had missed a sport right by his jaw." Rosalind you absolute genius (I am so obsessed with her)

Phoebe entering Silas's house then immediately going hihihihihihi pay attention to meeeeeeeeeee without telling him that she was planning on coming over

Probably not underrated but. "Phoebe's scowl was immediate, taken aback as to who was in his bedroom, but she realized seconds later that the voice was too grainy and distant to be a visitor." Just something about Phoebe not recognizing it as her own voice and being jealous of a part of herself that she doesn't really recognize as herself is just. so. ahhhh.

aDmIrAtIoN

Not underrated but. The scene where Rosalind is like. Orion put his head on my lap to annoy me. His hair looks dumb. I am going to yoink it. To bother him. Then just. Starts playing with his hair.

A random guy selling flowers seeing a boy and a girl in a car together and thinking ah yes. customers. then fearing for his life and running away after watching phoebe yoink Silas out of his car

Phoebe conning Silas into thinking she wanted him to drive her around so she could observe architecture. Damn he is easy to trick

"'Can't I convince you to partake in a different outing instead?' Silas pleaded. 'I'll buy you cake. Or pastries? You like pastries.' 'No! We have to do this.' Phoebe separated her clasped hands, clutching at her skirts instead. 'Do you want to watch me beg?' 'pHOEBE-' 'So help me, I'll get on my knees right in the middle of the street, and then you will have to answer for my virtue-' 'Fine, fine,' Silas hurried to say, unable to withstand her theatrics. There were two red blots deepening on his cheeks." .......................ok.

Alisa purposely freaking Silas out by telling him that he has to handle the explosives. Then they end up being firecrackers she bought from a middle schooler.

Phoebe making the 🥺🥺🥺 face and Silas covering her eyes

Alisa faking a middle aged man voice

Rosalind looking at Orion and being like hmm he's really pretty it kind of looks like he's wearing mascara. Anyway.

To be continued because I'm hitting the word limit oops

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Ever The Gentleman

Request by Nonny: Love ur Hiddles fics ❤️ Had an idea for a fic where reader is an actress working with Tom and he notices she's not feeling well. Later he notices a blood stain on the back of her pants and realises why she wasn't well and helps her out so she isn't embarrassed. And of course he's such a gentleman about the whole situation.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Reader

Warning(s): Period things, Tom being a gentlemen, idk man probably some other things I can't think of...

For Tom, today on set had pretty much been a blast...until it wasn't.

He started off in hair and makeup; cracking jokes with Jeni and Abigail the artist and stylist assigned to him. They truly were lovely people--especially when they encouraged his corny "dad" jokes for hours on end.

Then he moved onto wardrobe, where he proceeded to clown around for an hour; whether it be by singing the lyrics to some his favourite renditions of Hank Williams' songs (yes, with the accent), or insisting that he be able to run around the studio to prepare a prank for this "brother from another mother."

The day was going extremely well; it felt like nothing to steal its thunder...

But when he made it onto the sound stage, there was a disturbance in the force; and all it took was a quick glance at you to figure out what it was.

Instead of the usual cheery smile that graced your exquisite face was a frown that could eerily resemble Loki's. A frown of his own flashed across his features; what was upsetting you?

Making his way towards you, he tried to figure out what it could be.

Maybe it's just one of those days where everything goes wrong? Highly unlikely; you were extremely organised; it took a lot for everything to go wrong for you.

Maybe she received some bad news? There was that one roll you were really looking forward to; maybe you didn't get the part?

All possible scenarios came to an abrupt stop when he reached you.

"Are you alright, Darling? You don't look well."

You shifted to face him, "I'm fine, Tommy." He rolled his eyes. You were the only one that could get away with that ridiculous nickname.

"Stop deflecting with that hideous nickname, Darling. I know something is wrong. Your beautiful smile that could rival Asgard itself hasn't graced me with it's presence today."

You slightly smiled at him, "I promise, I'm fine, Tom."

He huffed, "I may only play the God of Lies, but even I could see that you were fibbing."

You chuckled, your radiant smile almost fully appearing.

"Everything is fine Tom, truly. It's just my-"

"Alright my sugar plums, places!"

Tom frowned. Taika truly had the worst timing possible. He vowed to himself then and there that we was going to get to the bottom of this, that he was certain of.

The next time Tom saw you out of a scene was at the end of the day, when you were both heading towards the hair and makeup trailer.

There you were, leaning against the trailer door, probably complimenting the stylists for the umpteenth time today.

He barely managed to hear your "You both do outstanding work, I hope you know that" compliment, but smiled nonetheless. You truly were amazing.

As he began to walk up behind you to join your conversation, it took him all but a few seconds to figure out what had gotten you into your unhappy mood today.

A small little red patch--of what he was assuming was blood--on the back of your pants. Light bulbs went off in his head when he realised why you were feeling unwell today.

With a frown, he made his way over to you and hugged you from behind; achieving a giggle from you.

"Yes Tommy?"

He kissed your cheek and began whispering in your ear.

"Darling, don't be alarmed but you've leaked through your pants."

He felt you blanche and watched as your face drained of it's colour. You began struggling in his arms, trying to escape.

He continued whispering, "It's alright Darling. I'm going to give you my sweater. It should hopefully cover everything."

A subtle nod was all you offered. With that he began rubbing your arms.

"Darling, you're freezing." He quickly pulled off his sweater, "Please, put it on."

You gave him a watery smile and swiftly put it on. And what do you know, it was just oversized enough to cover everything.

Before he could blink, you had spun around and pulled him into a proper hug. Your hands wrapping tightly around his waist as his arms made their way around your shoulders.

"Thank you, Tommy."

He just smiled, nuzzled his nose into your hair and pulled you closer.

The both of you were too caught up in your own little bubble to see that Jeni and Abigail had their matchmaking smiles on...

A/N I’m so sorry this took so long for me to get out. I kind of neglected writing for the whole of October 😬

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x reader #actress!reader #hiddleston #hiddles #hiddlebum #british rpf #rpf

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rasshu-benaio · 9 months

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〚 I Can Take It 〛 Part 1 🔞MDNI🔞

A Demon Slayer Gyutaro X Reader

- Reader Attributes: Adult (obviously)/ Fem/ Darker skin tone/ tsundere

- Gyutaro Attributes: Dominant/ mean spirited/ soft spot for reader/ greedy/ bitch

- Warnings/Content: CNC/ Fighting/ implied battle/ explicit sexual content/ adult x adult/ blood play/ shaming/ toxic relationship

⚠️NOTICE⚠️Theres been a rumor running around on certain apps “tiktok” claiming Gyutaro to be 13 or a minor. He is not a minor that was a VIZ error proven wrong via the anime; Gyutaro is an adult if you use the “demons dont age” argument due to his demon age in correspondence to Daki’s. Ok- we gucci? We gucci

⚠️NOTICE⚠️ This is based off of the official plot of my MAIN fanfiction that is an OC/insert x Gyutaro SFW fiction so so please refrain from stealing? Idk how to steal writing but people keep referring to that.

Its been quite the busy few months for you as you settle in your plush bed; beheading an upper moon demon, having to wear a back brace, forced to be off duty. It was a weird feeling after working constantly for so long just to be sitting in your estate alone as you can barely move without bending wrong. It was all because of that damned demon you fought last. His repulsive appearance was still etched into your memory; his grayish pale skin tone, his exhausted but crazed eyes, that stench that burned your nose, and that ungodly skeletal figure… That ugly demon put up a good fight, a horrific fight that you thought would be your last but somehow he faltered near the end, giving you a chance to end it all. Though… when it was done, you felt regret…?

Regardless, beheading that behemoth of a monster gave you such a high that you didn’t realize that you were as good as dead too as you blackout pathetically. Luckily you survived as your smaller comrades found you and now you’re back home. Your leader was mad that you recklessly tried to take on an unmarked upperrank but you were rewarded regardless. The only drawback was you had been put on probation for as long as it took for your back to heal up.

So thats what your few months have been like, just a life full of getting beat to hell, boredom, and aching backs. You were growing accustomed to the temporary life you were forced to live as you kept yourself busy with mindless chores and a few visits from other slayers... many were younger than you and they often felt bad that you gotten injured so badly, so they would bring gifts or food over. It was a nice relaxing change of pace, but as you lay in the bed looking at the ceiling, deep down you knew that you wanted to get back into the heat of battle once more. Closing those heavy eyelids, you slip into a nice slumber as your mind drifts from place to place, making up new illusions for you to experience.

Hours pass as it passes midnight and the moon shines into the bedroom illuminating the red and black walls surrounding you. The room was filled with a light red hue as the window sparkled slightly in the moonlight. It would be a pretty site if you were awake to see it but luckily someone else seems privy to your room’s beauty. Peering through the window, a pair familiar eyes look into the hashira’s window secretly scanning for anyone else… after confirming that you were indeed, all alone, your little visitor slowly unhatched the window and gently broke into the beautiful room. It was the upper moon you supposedly beheaded and killed; Gyutaro Shabana.

He grunted with a smidge of jealousy as he saw the tip of your hair poke out from under the thick covers that covered your body, you were sleeping soundly in the comfort of such a lavish mansion all alone and it infuriated him to a degree. Despite his disgust towards such a well off hashira like yourself, something was stopping him from killing you immediately. Glaring at the sleeping lump under the covers, Gyutaro’s attention was drawn to your dresser as he opened the drawers and looked inside to see clothes and uniforms neatly sorted out…

digging his dirty lanky hands into the drawer, he pulled out a nice looking kimono and began to tear holes into it before throwing it aside and going to the next clothing he fished out! He was just enjoying the simple fact that he could destroy everything that you owned without you knowing any the wiser! But then something made him stop as he pulled out a pair of underwear… his eyes stared harshly at the piece of underclothes as his face seemed blank for a moment or two before he sneered and got up.

Stuffing the underwear in his pocket for safe keeping, he scratched his bare neck and checked to see if you were still asleep: like a rock it seems. He grinned as he began to make his way to the human sized lump in the bed as he peeled your covers off carefully. But to his surprise, his pupils concentrated as he immediately stared down in shock and a slight embarrassment. There you laid before him, partially nude as your chest was bare and all you had on was a black pair of underwear… The demon looked down on your sleeping body as he took in the sight of such a chocolatey color, it was new to him and the only thing he wanted to do was touch you… to taste you… to experience you.

(Oh damn… im not gonna lie, im happy i made this but maaan… THIS IS GONNA MAKE ME CRINGE WHEN I POST IT… welp. If you’re interested, im that homie that be making gyutaro porms, check out my twitter💥)

#demon slayer #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x oc #gyutaro x you #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro smut #smut #kny smut #demon slayer smut #kimetsu no yaiba smut #gyutaro art #naughty naughty #gyutaro x reader #x reader

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coffee4jordan · 1 year

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Not me rewatching the entirety of Aladdin (1992) to fact check something I said in a Tumblr post 💀 anyway here’s what I found, not all of it is related to TW:

- there was a warning at the beginning that this movie is racist???

- I still want an edit of Scarabia singing “Arabian Nights”

- I’m realizing it’s “Scarabia” as in a Scarab beetle like the one in gold(?) that leads Jafar to the cave

- It’s odd that there’s nothing like the lamp or Abu or Rajah in Scarabia

- Are the attempts on Kalim’s life supposed to be like Aladdin almost getting caught by the guards when he steals?

- I didn’t realize Jasmine was trying to run away from home before, I just thought she liked to walk around the city as a commoner and go back to the palace

- Why didn’t Jafar just tell Jasmine he let Aladdin go or something?

- MC rides the flying carpet in Book 4 even though Kalim owns it

- This movie is more violent than I remember

- The sultan tries to ride the magic carpet and almost crashes like Kalim goes out of control when flying lol

- I guess Mostro Lounge is the oasis in the desert the carpet took them to

- I didn’t remember that Jafar actually shoots Aladdin across the desert but both MC and Kalim were thrown in TW so that doesn’t tell me much lol

- Damn, Aladdin got to ride the magic carpet back to the palace while MC and Kalim got waterboarded riding Jade and Floyd back to Scarabia lmao

- The scene where everyone is praising Jamil is based on the scene where Jasmine pretends to be in love with Jafar to distract him

- Bruh, Jasmine had to kiss Jafar and that still wasn’t enough distraction for Aladdin? Come on man

- I’m realizing it’s a genie silhouette that shows up behind Jamil during the fight with him, idk why I thought it was a snake

- The golden bracelets that Jamil wears are probably based on the “shackles” that Jafar wears when he becomes a genie

- In support of someone’s comment that Jamil is also a parallel for Jasmine, the choker that Jamil wears looks like the crown that Jafar tries to force Jasmine to wear as his bride

- The jewel and red feather in Jamil’s hair represent Jafar’s hat

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #twst jamil #kalim al asim #twst kalim #twst mc #scarabia #floyd leech #twst floyd #jade leech #twst jade #mostro lounge #aladdin #aladdin 1992

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lovely-oh-so-lovelyyui · 2 years

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fem Ayato hcs

Ace of Wands

She's intense

There's no other way to put it bright red hair, tall, and fair, confident steps, laid back shoulders, and a grin with lazy droopy eyes that frame the prettiest marble green. She takes space, she is an expression that leaves an impression and god forbid if she doesn't catch attention.

Objectively speaking she's gorgeous you know Cordelia gave her them good genes when it comes to looks, but there is something crooked about her.

She's on the taller side 5'7-5'8, with her combat boots or air forces usually 5'10.

Out of all her sisters she has the shortest hair, it's a mullet.

It's still it's beautiful pomegranate red, but healthier and softer.

if she feels like dressing up she'll curl the ends and add in cute clips. If she's playing sports or working out she'll tie it up in a half up, half down. Or messy space bun.

When she walks past it leaves the scent of musk and incense, with like citrusy wine undertones.

Definitely turns heads

Her outfits are mismatched and if she actually likes her sisters clothes she'll steal it

Tight cropped shirts, rhine stones, chunky belts, a multitude of necklaces and rings, low sweatpants and jeans, a variety of air forces. Big leather jackets or varsity jackets, sports wear. Basketball shorts and tank tops, caps and beanies. Very much y2k aesthetic.

Sometimes she also wears very androgynous fits, after all she has her father's strong jaw and thick eyebrows that create a multitude of emotions.

Main colours red, white, black. Printed stuff with animals like dragons or tigers, small tops and big trousers

She keeps her nails short, but healthy and clean sometimes she lets her sisters paint them. Has cute stickers and bandages from kanato.

An amazing bone structure with high cheek bones, and arched eyebrows, long calloused fingers, and steady shoulders that hold more responsibility than a child should know.

Her body type leans into her mother's with a pear shaped body, she's got nice tits but very little ass, she has wonderful legs, you can tell she never skips leg day.

Captain of her basketball team, and most prominent member in most of the schools athletic clubs trying to bring up her credit.

She's got a trophy wall and she will accept nothing less then gold on it, which is even though she hates working out and as a vampire she probably doesn't have to prove her strength she goes the extra mile.

The sports hall stays open an hour later than usual because she's doing more reps trying to perfect her new decoy move. Laito has to pick her up to make sure she doesn't over work herself.

Same reason she doesn't fail, sure she's not a A* student but will never be caught lacking with anything less than a C.

Studies with spite, after all she's never interested in anything unless it provides her thrill.

A genuine enigma, she goes from captivating the room with spit fire taunts to a silent complexity.

Rolls her eyes, kisses her teeth, furrows her brows but but her eyes crinkle with how wide she grins, smirks like the Cheshire cat and cackles and giggles and whines.

She's been entertained by many men and women over the years, they all share one quality. Big muscles with impressive pecs (tits she likes tits man idk what you want me to say) or small petite people who give wonderful hugs, and smell so good and warm. They always have the brightest eyes

It all ends the same for her regardless she'll fall into bed with them once, twice leaving her marks with hickeys and scratches. She likes making them scream her name and whine. Cheeks rosy and tears. She wants to monopolize their time, everything should be about her.

To her she'll throw around words like baby, and my angel to get what she wants.

She's got this gravelly and loud voice, with the slightest foreign accent perhaps from her early years living in between The capital of the Vampire's Solis Occasum and The capital of Vibora Schlangenmaul.

But at heart she's still a girl, a girl locked in a room piles of books surrounding her as she hears her sisters decorate each others hair with flowers and her mother's incessant drawl with Ritcher. A girl who will always be lacking, the girl who was not the first born, the girl who isn't the prodigy, the girl who's mother loves so many but not her own, the girl.

Because being the girl is enough of the burden, a heir who's not the eldest is laughable but a heir who's a girl. Pure hysterical.

Red rimmed eyes, watery peridotites that are identical to the one person she can't run away from. The water engulfs her, she can't escape it all the men who watched her closely growing up, her mother's "close" friends. The perfect political piece.

Strong enough to challenge the heir meant strong enough to give children, blood of both the vampire king and one of the last first blood women, sister of the future king.

As well as the king's brothers precious niece after all there was no one who quite inherited her mother's skills for entrapment as well as she did. The more men who realized her mother was unattainable turned their gaze on her and her sisters.

Well as the eldest daughters she couldn't just let that go huh? Beat lines of people up, ruined noble houses, de flowered random noble daughters lead monster hunts for her grandfather. Hardly anyone could deny her as a sakamaki.

After all she was there, she held her mother no matter how much she hated her, she washed her sister when their father finally let her out the dungeon after the convinced the council with a little pressure from her maternal grandfather, she combs and cleans laito up. She soothes and distracts kanato on the bad nights. After all she may not be the eldest son but eldest daughters were always a little tougher

After all her allies aren't any else when they were born after all the Ace of wands was drawn with the tower and the two of cups

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tennessoui · 1 year

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Hello!! I may not be making much sense, but in my defence, i just woke up and had a very cool dream, which is what i'm here about!

I had the very good idea of going to sleep after watching a playthrough of Bloodborne bc Bloodborne is very sexy, and my brain cooked a weird dream about it! And obviously, bc i am obsessed with Obikin, it super was about Obikin. And i just wanna talk about it before i forget or something!

I hope im making sense, but anyways here we go:

So, Anakin is half Force, bc Child of the Force and all that, which means he's very normal (in Anakin way, so not normal by normal). But sometimes he looks very weird or feels very weird, but you can't place how, weirdly uncanny and all that. Anyways, weird. And when he is very angry or emotional, he becomes very scary, and its very hard to look at him, he doesn't change or anything, but he hurts your eyes, kind of like a very bright light might. And the strongest in the force you are, the easiest it is to see (like the insight mecanism in the game) him as he is, which i cant describe bc i couldn't see in my dream.

Obi-wan noticed the pattern obv, but cannot look at him too long and stuff idk i dont very remember that.

There was a part, it was during Mortis arc i think? idk. And so, there was the Father, the Daughter and the Son. And there spawned the Mother, which was the Force, as in the whole force, represented by the Mother, which looked like something i cannot even describe bc dream. And she went to get Anakin back, bc she always wanted a kid, and never could have one, but she found a way to make one by using a human woman (Anakin's mother) and now she wants him!

And Obi-wan very much doesn't want the Force to steal him away, bc that's his Padawan, and he very much wants him there, with him, until forever probably, so he kinda negociates with the weird ass eldritch-monster-thing about it. He said things, which were very sexy and that i forgot, but it was basically about how Anakin was gonna die someday anyways and she can have him then but not a second sooner, bc once he's dead he's gonna be hers for eternity but now he's definitely Obi-Wan's. It was all very sexy.

I also remember that the Mother laughed and hugged him (Obi-Wan) with her weird not-arms, made him swallow something (forcefully) and then released him, and when he stopped choking on the thing (it was liquid, looked carmine red but gold at the same time?? i think it was blood) he looked at the Mother again and could see her somehow (still can't describe her bc i wasnt him so my dream didnt let me see :") ) and he heard her say "you can have him as long as you're alive, but as soon as you die, ill come get him", so now he has to stay alive to keep Anakin.

Also i think the Mother's blood that she made Obi-Wan drink raised his midichlorian count, so now when Anakin does his weird shiny angry thing, he can look at him without bleeding from the eyes or something.

Also i think there was a part about how the brighest lights cast the darkest shadows, Palpa-thing trying to corrupt Anakin, and Obi-Wan being able to literally see the corruption, and do something about it.

Gods i hope it makes sense.

Anyways i love you, i hope you're having a good day!

ahhh i wish my dreams were half as vivid or descriptive!!

this feels like perfect eldritch anakin vibes + plus a somehow becomes immortal obi-wan just so no one can take his padawan from him because i think he'd do something like that through accidental spite

i mean if anyone could defy the force through sheer willpower, it may be obi-wan idk

#asks #this was sent a lil while ago but i hope you still remember this dream!!#i think its cool as all get out tbh #obikin

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odxrilove · 2 years

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#.MYSTERY PLAYER.!!

#.chapter twenty-four:: ynwon enthusiast

#.warnings:: none, maybe swearing idk? wc:: 877

“you look constipated.”

you gasp, offended, before picking up a pillow from your bed and throwing it in the boy’s direction. “shut up hoon, i’ve never been more stressed in my entire life.”

your best friend just holds his hand up and grabs the pillow mid-air, shifting on your desk chair before throwing it back to you with a chuckle. when the pillow hits you with full-force you can hear him mutter an “as if i hadn’t noticed.”

he shuts up when you glare at him, a snicker leaving his mouth while he nods his head.

with a sigh you plop down on your bed, flapping your arms around to bury yourself further in the soft bed sheets. there’s a short silence in which your best friend spins on the chair, eyeing your pen holder on your desk before retrieving a lollipop from it, having been aware of your many secret stashes of candy.

you turn your head towards him in exasperation but he just shrugs his shoulders innocently, strawberry flavored lollipop in his mouth.

“if you finish all my lollipops, you’re going to buy me a new bag, no discussion.”

sunghoon shrugs once again, accepting defeat before he makes his way over to your bed and falls onto the soft mattress. you can feel him steal a few of your plushies next to you and he soon calls out your name, whining when you don’t answer immediately.

you only grumble in reply, unbothered by his actions. that is until he uses your favorite plushie’s arm to poke at yours, his voice suddenly a few octaves higher. “is ynnie going to force hoonie to buy her a new bag of candy like she forced her parents to change the wifi?”

your friend dramatically shrieks when you rapidly reach out for the plushie, tearing it out of his hands and cradling it to your chest. “you know i didn’t force them! i’m just a very good kid and asked them nicely, something that you’re probably unfamiliar with.”

sunghoon gasps, bringing a hand to his heart to make the scene even more comical. “if you must know, i am a very good child! my parents couldn’t have asked for someone better.” he finishes his little monologue while proudly smirking.

“that’s not what your mom told me last weekend…”

“yn!-” just before he can push you off the bed, the sound of an incoming notification on your phone attracts your attention. jumping off the bed and running towards your desk, sunghoon can only aimlessly kick at the air and the space you left behind.

there’s a tense silence for a few seconds as sunghoon stares at the way your movements still and your whole body freezes. your eyes are glued to your screen, sliding thoroughly over the messages.

“sunghoon, do me a favor and bring your flat ass home.”

his neck almost cracks at how quickly he lifts his head, looking at you as if you had grown four legs. “my-my flat ass?! home?! wha-when.. i don’t have a flat ass!”

in less than a second, the boy was standing next to you, cheeks red as he huffed offendedly. “you can’t just kick me out because you’re going to stream with your boyfriend!”

you click your tongue, patting your friend’s chest in the process. “it’s okay buddy, one day you too will find someone to stream with.”

a few more stutters and curse words coming out of his mouth and he was out of the door, flipping you off while you waved him goodbye. you could hear his footsteps becoming more distant until there was only silence left.

it wasn’t until you had prepared your pc and camera that you took a glance at your phone, quickly sending a text to sunghoon promising him a bag of his favorite candies in exchange for his forgiveness. the boy only replied with a thumbs up emoji.

you had to admit you were much more nervous than you thought you would be. this was the first time you would do something like this. it was new and scary but most importantly, jungwon made you nervous.

a good type of nervous of course, but still.

you stared at your screen for a while, waiting for the clock to hit 5:30pm. the colors on your pc screen were bright and made you even more uneasy. as the minutes slowly ticked away, you checked a few times your appearance, happy with the end result.

and then, your phone went off, the ringtone blaring through your room and echoing off the walls. it was only when you held your phone tightly in your hands that you noticed they were shaking.

the accept button was yelling at you to click it, the catchy ringtone still going.

taking a deep breath, you push a few strands of hair out of your face. it was now or never.

with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you click the accept button, the screen taking a few seconds to adapt. your breath catches in your throat when something moves on the screen, a giant smile taking over your face as the boy in front of you and on the other side of the screen mirrors it.

“hi jungwon.”

#.masterlist.!! | #.previous.!! | #.next.!!

#.author's notes:: still hate this layout 🙁🙁🙁 BUT here is a bit of hoon and yns friendship tada!! alsooo.. the stream is soon hihihi

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