#you know what made me sarcastic? your sarcasm and down right mean words

[frmisnow]

✧˖ ?!— THE ASSHOLE THAT MIGHT MAKE YOU FORGIVE & FORGET. - (NSFW.)

— ‧₊˚ — 🍸: "wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you ??"

summary. despite your best efforts at avoiding your much-hated hookup boxer, he somehow finds a way to your apartment claiming he's here for your own good benefit, being a total ass- does he even have the ability to change? well, he's determinded to make you forgive & forget... in his own unique ways!

notes. haven't written full blown smut in quite a while aaahhhh also my longest fic up to date??? - this is part two of TWO WHORES IN A ROOM, THEY MIGHT KISS but can be read on it's own.

warnings/includes. (MDNI!!) non idol! jungkook x f! reader, they still kinda hate eachother sry (tiny bit of character development in the middle tho), elements of angst, making out, he's a bit of a dick :/, reader is kind of a therapist (pls don't go around in real life trying to fix ppl!!), tit/nipple play, riding, kook sub tendency towards the end, unprotected sex (she's on the pill tho), not proofread :/

you starred blankly at the text bubble he sent you a minute ago, hell- it was 2 am- you blinked repeatedly, reading it once more:

unknown number (jeon ) : i'm outside your apartment

you've done your absolute best avoiding him at all costs, you couldn't no- you shouldn't at all, never ever form a connection with him and though you'd usually be okay with having a little fling, you didn't want to be associated with him nor did you want to see his face. it was a hate fuck, nothing more, nothing less - but he always knew just how to ruin your plans.

you looked outside the window, actually sighting a figure, a motorcycle close to them as the person lifted it's head shortly from their phone, you quickly typed in a response.

y/n ( reader ) : how do you know my number, how do you know my adress and what makes you think i'll open the door unknown number (jeon ) : i'm cold

the simplicity of the incoming answer, made you roll your eyes, opening the window instantly after reading yelling out to the person: "i'll call the police for stalking"

he instantly yells back, "you don't actually have any intentions of calling the police. you want to see me" with every word stepping a bit closer to your apartment, now practically being next to your door.

"ha," you let out till full blown starting to laugh, "i wanna see you?" the smile from the laugh still plastered of your face, "you really think so?"

"oh i'm sure of it, what else is there to do on a saturday night? i just know you've been thinking bout my big dick all day, i know it makes you sick- but y'know what? i'm here to fix it for you" he looks up to you while delivering his dialogue in a sarcastic tone like he's the savior of the world, his smirk coming back once more.

you skipped down the stairs, opening the door just a few centimeters, enough to see your face, not enough to completly look into your apartment, answering him back now face to face, giving him a rather unimpressed look: "right, you showed up but somehow u're still blabbering 'bout me wanting you here, but whatever go on- tell me i'm the needy cockslut who wants you right now"

his hands reach out to presumably touch your tits as you make the split of the open door a little smaller so his hands won't fit through while he makes a tiny sound of disapproval in the mean time almost like a 'tsk tsk' until he starts talking again:

"you're standing here in your pjs at 2am opening up your door for no other then me and that says just enough"

you stand there silent for just a few seconds till bouncing back on his answer, "don't get it twisted, i wanted to see what you have to say for yourself-"

his smug little smirk on his face grows bigger as you speak, his words dripping with sarcasm as if you're playing right into his hands "oh so you are interested in what i have to say?"

"very much so but so far you've been talking a lot of shit which doesn't necessarly surprise me either"

jungkooks grin still remains maybe even gets bigger, his voice dripping of sarcasm, "oh c'mon you love anything that has a dick for you to suck on, you're not big on words"

you open the door a bit more further, sighing like you're tired: "well quite frankly i don't feel like having your dick in my mouth"

he runs his hands through his hair, few seconds of silence passing when he finally responds now a little more serious: "are you really gonna act like you didn't enjoy the last time we're together?"

you gulp, for the first time avoiding eye contact: "well not everything revolves around sex"

"ah well isn't that cute, trying to play innocent?" his smile suddenly disappears, his brow furrowing as he gives you a serious look, "look at me. right on the eyes"

you look him in the eyes again, voice getting just a bit louder: "you don't get it, you see any pussy and jump straight onto it then leave which would be fine- but i don't want us to be fuck buddies, i don't want us being awkward at work, i don't want to form an attraction beyond sex to you in any way and i won't even risk it- and you? you don't even think about anything, you just think with your dick"

his eyebrow raises as he lets out a chuckle and rolls his eyes, "yeah, yeah i guess i am quite a shitty guy for not wanting anything more than just to dick you down for all eternity"

you rest your head on the wall next to the door in frustration, making a sound close to a sigh again: "you'll leave me in a week, i'll get attached, you'll make fun of me- i don't want that" surprisingly honest and serious.

he stares at you for few seconds longer, you're not making eye contact anymore, still pressed on the wall your head facing downwards. he sighs and his eyes close as he takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for what he's about to say: "you really think that little of me huh?"

you respond calmly though still avoiding his eyes, admitting in all honesty: "you've given me no reason to think more of you"

and for the first time since you've ever seen him, you see jungkook generally hurt, his eyes not settling as he begins to slowly nod like he understood, taking a step back from the door, "i'll leave you alone"

you watch him take a few steps- but you just can't do this. he was right, for the first time in everything he has said so far- he was right: you wanted him. you didn't know if you wanted him beyond sex but you weren't gonna figure this out right now either so you made the spontanous gut decision, you swiftly walked behind him- grabbing his arm, stopping him.

"you can call me a dumb whore- but i've changed my decision, i don't want you to leave"

you can almost see his brain working your words out one by one till he returns to good old self, voice thick of sarcasm, a sly grin making it's way onto his face once more "oh and why's that?"

"can you shut up?"

it's a messy kiss. desperate, longing, needing - telling. his hands not settling, moving all across your body, squeezing and kneading wherever they can in a matter of time you both stumble back into your apartment, lips not breaking apart not even once even as he closes the front door with his foot, deepening the kiss mean while.

you get pushed back onto the couch, your lips still locked together as his hands move under your clothes, taking off each item of your clothing at lightning speed, like he's trying to tear them all apart.

you break away in the mean time to breathe as you basically pant, taking the short time to look down onto yourself, practically naked then look at him who still had way to many clothes on for your liking, "not fair" your words barerly good said as he basically swallowed them by kissing you once more.

he shifts his position again, wrapping his arms around your bare waist, pulling you onto his lap, groaning into the kiss, trying his best to combine keeping you in place with one hand and cupping your face rather violently with the other.

"please," you pull his pants just a bit to get your point across, "not fair" repeating what you already said like a broken toy in addition you pouted which y'know gets u sympathy points usually, you wanted to feel him- it was only fair.

"oh look who's upset?" a grin splarred over his face, tone mocking maybe even belittling, "you'll have to earn it" running his fingers through one of your hair strands till his gaze returns to your eyes.

"i thought we were over this," you whined till throwing your head back in frustration, "please, i was so nice"

"nice? you called me a shitty guy, thought little of me and basically called me a womanizer among other things." he puts both of his hands on your knees and spreads your legs apart more so you sit wider on him, "and you really think that 'pretty pretty please' is gonna be enough?"

no matter how good he was of a fucker, you weren't just gonna throw away your morals for him completly so you bluntly responded: "the fact that i'm even on your lap right now after some of the shit you said is pretty damn nice of me"

"fair point" he admits and his hands wander up your body once more, tracing each and every curve of your body, holding you down tightly to stop you from moving "you're not a nice girl. you know what you are?"

you responded instantly before he could say anything, putting a finger on his mouth to pervent more bullshit coming from that pretty mouth of his: "don't call me a whore, i won't tolerate slut shaming anymore when you're just as much of one as me, if not more"

he squeezed your thighs during your little speach, acting like a brat who doesn't give two shits about whatever you're saying, "you know i love it when you try to play this 'respect me' act, acting like you really are not some little whore that just wants to get pounded into a matress till she can't take it anymore"

you rolled your eyes immediately, taking in a deep breath: "everytime i have the feeling like i'm getting somewhere with you, i'm talking you developing your brain from teenage boy age 13 to 14, you piss me of even more- god i fucking hate you"

he leans forward, his body even closer to yours, a cruel smile crossing his face, "oh i love the way you get angry" his hot breath hitting your face and his eyes locked into yours, "it makes you look so helpless"

you get closer to his face, now inches apart to make sure the next few sentences really get to him: "i just want you to know that whatever you'll think after this whole thing, i want you to know that you didn't magically pull me in, i'm not helpless neither are you the only person with good dick in this shitplace, you're an avaible option that can be replaced at any given moment, you are a whore that goes around and gets used, no matter how much you hate that fact or not, it's the damn truth, so start being a fucking man and accept it, suck it up" you say something he'd say to you, a taste of his own medicine if you will.

you see it on his face that you've managed to finally get to him, like he's actually taken aback by something for once. your words seemed to cut him deeply and he just stares at you, his breath shaky and his eyes big, wide doed like you've never seen before.

"okay," you take his hands away from your thighs locking them with yours, face still close to his, holding eye contact, "it's okay, it's okay to have sex, it's okay to want to live a free live but you have to communicate that and stop being a prick, stop using girls, stop blowing your ego up and then maybe we could have something" you whisper it as calmly as she can, squeezing his hands every once in a while like you actually want to help him.

he looked onto the both hands locked together till squeezing your hand back, his voice trembling as he tries to remain calm when speaking, "why are you still being so nice to me?"

"you know you do this thing where i look at you and you say something so good, so rational and it happens every once in a while where i think to myself- this is why i can't leave our whole thing alone cause somewhere just somewhere there still is that one valueable dude, it's just-" you sigh, till burrying your head on his shoulder in frustration, "i'm so stupid, i feel like i'll always come back to you, i don't know if that's good"

he almost automatically wraps his arms around your figure and now is the time where you actually do feel helpless in his arms, god- you were so stupid.

he buries his face in your hair, breathing you in, he didn't want to feel this vulnerable around you- it almost hurt to let his emotions show "oh c'mon- don't say that, please" his voice is shaky and his words carry a clear feeling of hurt.

"i always used to say that i don't believe that people can change, it's funny how you try to make excuses and loopholes for your morals when you actually experience something on your own," you straighten up your posture, removing your head from his shoulder, avoiding his eyes while trying to gather your thoughts.

his voice still carries the same shaky emotion as he speaks "why are you avoiding eye contact?" he burries his head against your chest, rubbing against it like trying to make you look at him, softly beginning to lick the skin.

the more he nibbles and licks on your skin, the more little mumbles against the skin are hearable, "i'll make you forgive me" or "i'll make you forget" - it's like a trance.

his tongue getting to your tits, "look at me, please" he pleads like not having your attention on him even for just a few seconds is a crime sentence - at the same time wrapping his lips around one of your hardened nipples, sucking with just as much passion.

he leaves thick traces of saliva on both ones, an occasional muffeled moan slipping out, "could do this forever, i could die happy with one of- mmh" giving both of them his full diverted attention like he had to make sure the other one doesn't feel left out.

when his head comes up from your chest, his eyes are half-lidded, hair is all over the place, a little bit of saliva in the corner of his mouth yet he instantly cups your face kissing you again and again.

everytime he breaks away just shortly to breathe he whispers something into the air then immediately kisses you, swallowing the words like they were dangerous to fly around unanswered.

"wanna do this forever, have you on my tongue over and over again till my tongue goes numb, till i can't taste or feel anymore"

"wanna have you in every position you can think of, wanna fuck you so much your body only remembers me, my shape, my dick- everything, only me"

"wanna make you hate being touched by anybody else but me, i'll be so selfish with you"

dangerous words.

dangerous words that feel a bit to real.

it's so evident he has long lost any control over himself, those eyes still so doed like he's begging you to give in, fully drop your boundaries, to give into his fantasies. eyes locking with yours to speak up just once more like he's admitting something, voice more quiet:

"fuck it, i'm already way to selfish with you"

your hands find the zipper of his pants right before opening, pausing to say something yourself, "i'm selfish too, i choose what i want in the moment instead of what would be better for me in the longterm" you pressed your lips onto his almost to shut down your own thoughts, the important ones, the conscious ones that were barerly left till breaking off again, "i don't care, not right now"

you can already feel his hard cock rub against your panties through the jeans material, "i'm so hard it hurts" he looked at you so pleadingly like you were the doctor with the medicine to safe his life, like this was a do or die situation, a tiny cheeky pout on his face, "can you fix me?"

you didn't know if he was talking about himself as a whole or his cock but regardless you took his hands in order for him to stand up so it would be easier to remove his pants and boxers doing it all in one swift motion.

making him sit down onto the coach once again, he whined at the feeling of cold air on his bare skin and you not immediately sitting down onto him, you strip down your pretty ruined panties, his eye not knowing where to look as he played with his lip ring, tilting his head like he's tryna get a better view.

his hands reach out practically on their own, yearning to get his hands onto anything yours, "sit down, ride me" jungkooks tone shaky yet he tried his best to hide that (not rly working) as he added a tiny quiet "please" at the end of it, barerly audible to the average ear.

you couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that he was behaving like a child (nothing unusual) but the laugh got cut of by a moan as your pussy practically swallowed his length, his hands instantly quite harshly going to your hips, leading you- maybe even guiding.

"fuck yea-" his voice so awfully strained as his both of your hips moved in sync, his fingernails digging into your soft skin, making you groan.

"missed this pussy so much," he moaned out, throwing his head back onto the coach headboard till he weakly added: "so obssesed with you, i've been wanting this tight- mmh, fuck- ever since-"

he couldn't finish his sentence neither did he look like he could form any coherient thoughts, face scrunched up in pleasure, a bit of sweat on his forehead- and you probably didn't look any better yourself.

your walls clenched around him out of sheer response, you were so wrong- this was such bad decision, it would be so hard to let him go after this, it would-

"gonna cum, fuck- i can't"

his pressed out words cut through your thoughts like a sharp knife, the skin slapping noises suddenly feeling louder then they had been before, your own pussy clenching around him once again.

"can't hold it back, i don-"

he was going to leave marks on your hips for sure, you bet he didn't even realize how hard he had been squeezing the poor skin, occasionally moving to your ass.

you moaned yourself, feeling your own orgasm approaching, jungkooks eyes closed, lips parting slightly like he's on the top stage of ecstasy somewhere over the rainbow as you could feel your own walls getting coated with cum.

your body instantly went weak after, lightly collpasing onto his chest as though he seemed unusually tired he wrapped his arms around your back, stroking the skin and bone structure slowly.

it felt so comforting even your eyes closed, you felt so tired- what time was it again?

"fuck- i forgot the condom" his fingers paused, the shook in his voice audible.

"i'm on the pill, we're good" you closed your eyes again, now the clear goal was to fall asleep.

yet y'know how it was with your plans and jungkook- he cut through them as he lied still for a few minutes till whispering, "i don't hate you by the way" his fingers now again continuing the gentle act on your back even slower then before like a quit lullaby, "not even one bit"

"i know"

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[azullumi]

summary — you present the grand question to him and you await for his answer; will it be good or bad?

characters — wanderer, kaveh, alhaitham (w/gender-neutral reader)

tags — some fluff, some crack, established relationship, not proofread ; scenario

words — 1025

note — i wrote this at 3 am

wanderer

"would you still love me even if i was a worm?"

instead of a sarcastic remark given by him, you were instead greeted with silence as you lay your head on top of his chest. it lingered and lasted for not longer than just a few moments before being broken by the confused tone of his voice saying, "did you hit your head earlier while i was away?"

"perhaps but i want to hear your answer to the question."

silence once again but you waited, perhaps he's only collecting his thoughts and coming up of a response that you'll like, coming up of an answer that he'll say which will make you smile and he'll receive a lovely kiss from you—

"i'll pour salt on you and watch as you wiggle and die."

honestly, what were you even expecting? this is him you're talking about, sappy and affectionate words don't come out of his mouth so easily. he's much more fluent in the language of sarcasm and being mean, however, hearing his answer didn't hurt you or anything but instead, it made a chuckle emit out of your throat—the answer was so just like him. although knowing him, perhaps he's still contemplating on what to say or maybe that answer isn't what he really meant to say, he just couldn't find the right words to convey to you; this is a question whether he would still love you if you were a worm or not.

"but what if i turn into a human once i experience true love?"

you rose a question once again and you swear you could imagine how his eye rolled upon hearing what you asked.

"this ain't princess and the worm or any fairytales that you have read, (name)."

a hum slips past your lips as you went into a deep thought before an idea popped up inside your head in which you immediately voiced out: "would you love me if i was a frog then?"

kaveh

"i bet you wouldn't even love me if i had turned into an animal."

"what are you even on about?" poor kaveh was only basking in your presence as you shared another lovely moment together in each other's arms when he was confronted by that question. he couldn't even tell if you were joking or not based on the serious tone of your voice so he grew nervous.

"you wouldn't love me if i was a worm, would you?"

you could immediately imagine the look of confusion and worry on his face, swirling in the depth of his eyes and muddling his sense of judgment—he just simply didn't know what to say, what to answer, or what to respond upon hearing your question. it was so unexpected, so strange, and just so out of the blue and he wonders where did you even pull that out from while you're having a romantic with him in his embrace. what even goes inside your head?

"are you perhaps drunk or anything, (name)?"

"just answer the question, would you?" you looked up to him, as if you were trying to burn him with your gaze with how you don a serious look on your face.

you pressed on, pressure consuming the air around you and weighing heavily on his shoulders and it feels as if he was being questioned and interrogated about a grave crime he didn't even commit when in fact a ridiculous question was only being thrown at him; he swallowed hard and looked down to meet your eyes before answering.

"i will."

"i will what?"

you know what he was talking about, it's just that feigning innocence and making him have that look on his face muses you and you tried to hold back the grin that threatens to break out of your pursed lips.

"i will love you even if you were a worm. i will even build you a palace and give you flowers everyday. i will do everything that you want. there, that's my answer."

alhaitham

"would you love me if i was a worm?"

you had asked him while he was sitting beside you and reading the book on his hand, this time, the cover was different from what he was reading yesterday. you recall it to be green but now it's brown indicating that he had already finished the one prior—though why are you thinking about that right now? you should be focusing on his answer to your question instead.

"nobody in their right mind would fall in love with a worm."

he responds, straightforward and honest as if he didn't even give it time to think about it—just like what you have thought he will do so it didn't surprise you really. he's a man who leads his life with a pure sense of rationality, basing major factors of his life from books and logic; you rolled your eyes before you retorted, "but what if i was one?"

"logically and rationally, you wouldn't turn into one unless there's some sort of potion or craft that could but based from the books that is im—"

"stop being a nerd and just answer the question: would you still love me if i was a worm?"

you had interrupted him, knowing what will fully come next to his statement. you have been with this man for god knows how long already and you might have already memorized the pattern of his words and analyzed each one of it, it's a strange ability to have but still amazing.

there was a moment of silence between you two, persisting for a few seconds before disappearing. for alhaitham to entertain such question was definitely something and you were quite eager to hear what he would say:

"...it depends on what kind of worm you are."

"so you won't?"

"i didn't say that—"

"save your words, i'm not going to listen to you."

needless to say, alhaitham had to spend the whole night trying to woo you and have you right back in his arms.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

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[restinslices]

I love your stuff so much, could you write something with the reader getting jealous about Smoke? Someone getting a bit too close to him and the reader feels bad about it. And Tomas finds out and comforts her, finding it endearing.

And I love you💕 Idk why this was kicking my ass so bad. I did two drafts and idk if I like this but this is all I got😔

Word count: 1476

Tomas was not entirely stupid. 

Sure he had moments where he'd made something that should've been simple,  incredibly complicated but he wasn't stupid. He didn't think so at least. 

Anyone who's been around him for the past week might disagree though. 

Tomas had just returned from a mission along with his brothers, and naturally he was telling you all about it. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't really listening. Tomas tended to ramble and his missions were usually the same as the last, so it was best to let him go on and on but still add commentary here and there. “Wow”, “Really?”, “No you didn't”, and other side comments would hold him. 

Your ears perked up and you started to listen more when he started mentioning women.

It's not that he couldn't speak to other women or he couldn't have female friends, you weren't that crazy. It was just the way he was describing them. Great fighters, moving with the wind, long flowy hair that danced in the sun. It was compliment after compliment, and as much as you hated to admit it, it made your heart squeeze. 

“Wanna tell me how they all looked in detail?” You said sarcastically. You expected Tomas to hear your sarcasm, realize what was wrong, apologize and keep telling his story. Instead he just chuckled and said 

“Then we'd be here all day”. 

Unfortunately for you, the day got worse. 

Another woman whose name you hadn't memorized was all over him. Giggling at jokes that weren't nearly as funny as she pretended they are and finding any reason to touch him. 

You should've said something. You should've communicated your feelings. That's how relationships are supposed to work. 

But you didn't. 

On one hand, you thought you had every reason to be jealous and if Tomas actually cared for your feelings, then he would've picked up on this and apologized. On the other hand you thought you were being unreasonable. Tomas couldn't help if some ditzy bitch liked him. Plus, you never told him how you felt, so you couldn't be mad at him for not understanding. In the same breath though, why didn't he tell her to get off of him and why did he feel it was necessary to describe how great these other women he met were? 

You were arguing with yourself for a solid week, and each day that devil on your shoulder got louder. After all, if Tomas did care about how you felt, he'd stop entertaining that girl. Everytime she was near, you left. Didn't you absence bother him?

But once again, that damn angel got in the way telling you to just be honest with him. He'd understand. How can you be mad at something you hadn't communicated upsets you?

But communication came with shame. How would you look telling Tomas that you got a little butt hurt about him talking about other girls and a girl that kept flirting with him? He'd either understand, or he'd be upset. That's how relationships fell apart, right?

No. It was the lack of communication. 

Maybe?

“I'm gonna throw myself down the stairs” you mumbled. 

“Why?” he asked. 

You somehow forgot he was there. You and him were in charge of washing dishes for the week, but neither of you had been talking. 

“I just hate washing dishes” you said, not completely lying. 

It went silent again, the only thing filling the air being the sounds of you washing and him rinsing. 

Then that silence was broken. 

“Are you ignoring me?” he asked. You didn't know how to answer. You didn't mean to ignore him. You were just in your head a lot. 

You didn't answer and he sighed. “Did I do something?”

“No” you answered without thinking. It was a reflex at this point. Tomas over thought things a lot and you'd have to remind him not everything was on him. Telling him he wasn't at fault was natural, but you weren't sure who was at fault now. 

“I mean… I don't know. It doesn't matter”

“It does to me”

“Does it?”. 

You closed your eyes and breathed slowly. You were being way too harsh and you knew it. Tomas was asking you to share what was going on in your head, and you were saying no?

You opened your eyes again. Your mouth opened a few times, trying to figure out how to put what you were feeling but it never felt right. 

“I don't know how to get this out. It doesn't even make sense in my head. It won't make sense out loud”

“Just say it anyway and I'll ask you questions if I'm confused”. You wondered how Tomas was so good and patient and wondered if he learned that from one of his parents. Or maybe his sister. Either way, you mentally thanked whoever he learned from. 

“Ok so, I just feel- no. No, I should explain first in chronological order. You came back and then… actually that sounds really accusatory”. You groaned and looked over at him “can you just tell me to shut the fuck up”. 

He smiled a little and shook his head. “I wanna hear it. We have all day”. 

“It's late at night. That is not true”. He didn't respond and he wouldn't until you confessed whatever you were thinking. 

“Chronological order then…”, after some more stumbling and backtracking you managed to get it all out. Why you were jealous, when it started, how conflicted you felt and how ashamed you felt for being jealous in the first place. The whole time he just listened, nodded, and furrowed his brows at some parts. You couldn't tell if it was confusion or anger. 

“I didn't mean it that way” he said when you were done. “When I said 'then we’d be here all day’. I just meant there was a lot of them, which I realize now still sounds bad but I didn't mean it in some 'they were just too beautiful’ way. I didn't hear your sarcasm”

“And I just kept conversation with her to be nice. I don't know. I didn't wanna seem rude”

“Being rude can go a long way”

“I guess. And I noticed your absence, I just didn't know why. I figured you needed space for whatever reason, so I didn't bother you”

“I think it's impossible for you to bother me”. 

Once again, he smiled and let out a small laugh. You looked back down at the soapy water and that's when you felt like a complete idiot. You were worrying him when you could've been had this conversation. 

“I'm an idiot”

“I don’t think so” and you could tell by his voice that he was smirking. “I think you're just really in love with me”

“Ok buddy”. You rolled your eyes, even if he was right. 

“It's cute”

“It's embarrassing”

“Loving me or-”

“Being jealous. I haven't been that jealous before with anyone else”

“I'm not like anyone else”

“You're white. You're quite literally like everyone else-” Tomas flicked water your way, some of it getting in your eye. 

“I'm gonna kill you”

“You wouldn't. You'd get jealous over the Grim Reaper”. You frowned but he kept smiling that stupid smile that was both loving and antagonistic. Then he laughed. A nice heartfelt laugh that ended up making you crack a smile. 

“Are you smiling because I'm laughing?”

“Absolutely not”,  you lied. 

“You really got a thing for me”

“I've never met you a day in my life”

“That's even more embarrassing then if you're that in love with me”. You went to make another smart comment, but he bumped his shoulder against yours “hey”, he said softly. So soft it threw you off guard. “I think it's cute. You're like a little guard dog”. 

“Were you dropped on your head as a baby and now your social cues are scrambled? A guard dog? I'd prefer if you stabbed me. Here-”, you went to grab a knife but he caught your hand. Any other time you would've hated this. Both your hands were soaking and something about the feel of that made you skin crawl, but you guessed you could deal with that. 

“I think it's cute that you love me so much. I just wish you'd be more honest about what you feel. I was worried”. 

You cringed. You supposed that was your fault. You and your dumb brain making shit complicated, which is something you swore was more of a Tomas thing. 

“I'll be better. I promise. I'll start now”

“Now?”

“Now. The texture of you wet hand makes me wanna die. Please unhand me”. He couldn't help but laugh as he let you go, and you couldn't help but laugh as well. 

You didn't know what you were laughing at. 

You were just happy to be laughing together. 

Finally getting back to requests. The crowd goes wild. Tumblr has this big space between lines so I cannot tell if the format is weird and I should add more space or if I’m tweaking. Oh well.

#mk1 #mk1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 #tomas vrbada smoke #tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas vrbada fluff #smoke x reader #smoke x you #mk1 smoke

[kitasgloves]

SUNA RINTARO is aware of how mean he can get. He knows that he has a potty mouth. He's creative with insults and revels in getting under people's skin. He isn't technically considered the kindest guy in the room but he wasn't heartless. His moral compass wasn't fucked up. His personality of a nosy and sarcastic middle blocker gained him a reputation.

He wasn't sure how you found him yet here you are, capturing both his attention and heart. You combated his backhanded insults with clever rebuttals that rendered him speechless. You matched his sarcasm like no other. You handled his nosiness like an expert. And holy shit Suna thinks, it's impossible to not going to gain feelings for you.

You taught Suna how to be patient. His relationship with you made him realize that he's capable of being a romantic, something he found ridiculous back then. He wouldn't have imagined holding hands while walking down the street, kissing in sidewalks, dates at the park, cuddling under the stars, and falling asleep with you in the same bed. You made Suna believe that he couldn't live a life without you.

But then again, Suna was mean. On the other side of those sweet romantic moments were bitter ones. Another thing with Suna was that he's prideful. He has the need to prove that he's right and to justify his actions. He's petty enough to hurl personal insults at you during an argument. His tone is venomous and passive aggressive, he never shouts at you. But there's an underlying tone of maliciousness that can't get over your head. Suna thinks it's normal for couples to have arguments and that he doesn't have to worry about upsetting you.

However, when he throws you a foul comment about an insecurity of yours, he sees the flash of hurt within your eyes and his heart stops. You always tried to be the bigger person during arguments, often trying to de-escalate the situation and take every jab from Suna because you know it wouldn't be mature to insult him back. But now, it begins to sting.

Suna falls silent, racking his brain for the right words to say. But he's too late, your eyes are already wet.

"What the hell, Rintaro?"

The ache in your voice delivered a dagger through his chest. Suna knew he fucked up the moment you turn away and walk out the door. For once, he regrets having a shitty personality. It's rare enough for someone to tolerate his behavior, and it was you. But he has hurt you all because of his stupid pride.

He begins to think of the horrors. You returning only to collect your things in his apartment and end your relationship with him. His blood went cold thinking about it. Suna thought about being replaced by somebody else, then his blood went hot. When his emotions blocked all logical thought, that's when he realizes that he has lost.

You and Suna didn't speak for days, he granted you some space. When you text him to finally talk, he has never jumped up from his bed faster in his entire life. He meets you by your favorite spot at the fountain at the park, where you both shared your first kiss.

When Suna saw you as he approaches, his chest grows tight. He thinks you're going to break up with him, it seemed inevitable considering the shit he has done. As he stops in front of you, you offer him a tiny smile.

"Hey"

"Hi"

There was silence. Suna was unsure if he should be the one speaking. He has never felt this scatterbrained in his life.

"Rin, I'm sorry I walked away that time"

What the fuck? Suna wasn't stupid to know you shouldn't be the one apologizing. One more thing about Suna is that he horrible with apologies. He rarely said sorry for the shit he did. God, he's such a dick. He's the one who insulted you yet you come back to say sorry. He thinks that you pushed back to he hurt in hopes to fix what happened between you and him. Suna felt like a total asshole.

"No, [Name]. You shouldn't be apologizing"

"...You're so mean sometimes, Rin"

"I'm always mean, even to you babe"

"Yeah, you hurt me real bad"

"I know, I...I'm sorry"

"I still love you Rin no matter how shitty you get"

"You're the only one I know that does that"

Suna suddenly feels small when you walk up to him with an embrace. He lets himself melt in your arms. He closes his eyes and soaks in your warmth. He can't believe he almost lost you, he couldn't bear to experience it again.

"I'm sorry for being a dick, [Name]"

"Don't tell me you're going to cry"

"I'm not! Are you trying to be mean to me right now?"

"Just a little payback that's all"

Suna laughs. Oh, he adores you so much. And he knows he's your big meanie.

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[anemhoez]

That Spark…

Mafia!Thoma/AFAB Sex worker!Reader

words: 4k

A/N: Some things about the story!!

Character Ages

some ages for the characters aren’t specifically given in the Genshin canon, so i went by the median age i found.

Thoma is said to be a young man aged 20+ (i assume hes the same age as Ayato, who is about 24 and the head of his clan

Ayaka is at least 18-20 as the eldest daughter of the Kamisato clan

Sara is a general of an army and is said to be at least 20-22

Yae Miko is like, a 500+ year old yokai lol

I just want to be clear on their ages cause we do NOT write minor characters into sexual situations on this page!

Yae Miko’s name

I KNOW MIKO IS A TITLE!

I promise im not uncultured, i know its a shrine maiden title but im going to call her Miko in this story 😌 if it’s what Ei calls her, its what ill call her 😀 (ive seen fans call her yae or miko, others say the kanji for her name is different so its not the same meaning) but for this story its Miko hehe

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WARNINGS: language, unprotected sex, mentions of smoking

This is a work of fiction and is not relevant to the Genshin Impact lore! All characters (except the reader ofc) and settings belong to Hoyoverse (DONT SUE ME THANKS)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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It was time for celebration in inazuma since the Sakoku Decree was finally lifted. Vision bearers were now allowed to roam free in the streets without scrutiny. The city buzzed with excitement as you walked through the growing crowds, loud fireworks crackling in the distance. Since It was your day off from work, you were on your way to Komore Teahouse, and you couldn’t think of a better way to relax than meeting friends and enjoying some great food and conversation. Upon entering the teahouse, you greeted the staff politely and made sure to give Taroumaru his pets and ear scratches. The usual stoic canine wagged his tail in excitement. When you reached the second floor, you could already hear the boisterous laughs of the friends you were meeting. “Hey everyone!” you exclaimed as you walked in greeting your friends Ayaka, Miko, and Sara. They all greeted you back with cheers, “Y/n, finally! I cant for the life of me remember the details of that one encounter you had with the Kairagi guy,” Miko asked, “What did he call his manhood again?” she asked with a finger to her chin. You giggled remembering the exact story she was referencing. The three of them were your closest friends, and stories of your past adventures were something you were more than comfortable sharing. “He called it his, mighty Orobashi,”you said with your fingers making air quotes, “when the poor thing wasn’t even the size of a baby garden snake.” The women erupted in laughter, “The audacity of some men,” Sara said sarcastically before taking a sip of her tea, “You would think with the kind of discipline they have in battle, they would at least have some kind of humility in bed.” Miko giggled, “No such thing as humility when it comes to men and their desires.” The four of you chatted about the outlander, and their victory against the mighty Shogun. Miko sighed recalling her role in the whole ordeal, “The amount of planning on my part, so troublesome,” her voice calm,” “but if its whats best for her, and the people, then so be it.” You rolled your eyes at her, “So is it you we should be thanking Lady Guuji ? The sacrifices you must have made!” you teased with the most sarcasm you could muster. Before the snarky pink haired woman could reply, a waitress came to your table and bowed to you all. “My apologies, but theres someone asking for you.” she said gesturing towards you. You were a little taken aback, seeing as how anyone who could have been looking for you was currently at this table,“Thank you, Ill be right there.” you said and stood up. “Well, well, looks like you’re quite the popular person,” Miko said, “we’re expecting all the details upon your return darling.” You walked down the stairs and were greeted with the one person you did not want to see on your day off, “Boss? What is it?” The woman before you sighed, “Now Y/n, you know I wouldn’t be here in person if it wasn’t of the utmost importance,” she explained, leaning in closer to you, “look, i know its your day off but i need you, we’re so busy tonight.” You sighed, a hand coming up to your forehead, “I cant believe this.” She just shrugged, “Well, believe it, the whole towns celebrating and were booked, I just might have to pitch in soon.” You laughed at the thought, “Alright boss, please don’t go and pull a muscle, i’ll be there soon.” you joked. The older woman scoffed, “What exactly is that supposed to mean?!” she yelped at you as you headed back to your friends. “Sorry ladies, but I’m being called in,” you said and hugged each one of them. Ayaka frowned, “It was nice catching up with you anyway Y/n, oh i almost forgot,” she said suddenly, “Yoimiya mentioned something about some new fireworks she was planning on setting off later tonight, maybe if you have time?” she asked sweetly, it was always so difficult to say no to her. “Ill try my best to make it Ayaka, by the shore right? Closest to her store?” She nodded and with that you waved goodbye to them and headed out.

You hurried to your workplace, the red lights above you lining your path as you walked up to the building. Patrons stood outside, smoking cigars and singing songs of past victories. A man held the door open for you and you headed in, the familiar sounds of sex meeting your ears. Your boss turned to you after realizing you were finally here. “Thank the Archons!” she exclaimed and brought you over to a man who was leaning up against a nearby wall. “This is Y/n, theyll be taking care of you tonight,” she said softly , her tone completely different from the one she used in private, “If theres anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to let us know.” The tall blond before you nodded, a bright smile spreading across his face, “Thank you,” he chimed, his voice filled with cheer, “Im Thoma.” His eyes scrunched into half moons as he smiled wide. You bowed in front of him, ”Right this way Thoma.” your voice soft and welcoming as you gestured for him to head up the stairs. He headed up the creaky steps while your boss pulled you aside by your arm. “Listen Y/n, hes with the Yashiro commission, you make sure you do whatever he wants, understand?” You simply nodded and headed up the stairs to meet your client.

“This way,” you instructed and he followed you down the hall. The moans and whines of your colleagues even louder now, “Hows your day been?” you asked trying to make idle chit chat. He sighed, “Eventful.” Was all he said. The two of you reached the door to your room and you held it open for him, “After you.” He entered the room, but stayed by the door, worried it’d be impolite of him to just sit somewhere without permission. You laughed and closed the door, making sure to lock it. “Please Thoma, make yourself at home.” He just nodded and began to remove his shoes and jacket. You stole a glance at his lean figure. His toned arms were decorated with tattoos of various designs and colors. You noticed a familiar looking dog on his left arm, “Wait a second, I recognize him!” You walked up to him and examined the portrait of Taroumaru, “Would you believe it? I just saw this little cutie,” you explained with a smile thinking about the sweet pup. “Really? That’s my buddy,” he said with a giggle, looking cheerfully at the ink portrait, “I’ll miss him now that I’m not hiding out at the teahouse anymore.” He placed his jacket at the back of your vanity chair and looked at you. You eyed him up and down, his toned form under his tight shirt catching your intense gaze. “You like what you see?” he asked with a cocky grin. “Hmm, maybe?” you joked and you began disrobing in front of him. You pulled your loose dress over your head and tossed it aside. He stared at you now, his beautiful green eyes trailing up and down your form. You wore a simple set of undergarments, nothing as fancy as you could have had on if you had more time to prepare. But it seemed like he didnt care much anyway, what with the way he was biting his bottom lip, practically eye fucking you. “You’re gorgeous,” he said and walked closer to you. “Thank you, please sit” you motioned with a hand towards your bed. He obliged, sitting on the edge and letting out a sigh. “So, your boss wanted me to see you specifically, huh?” You walked up and knelt down before him, “Thats right,” your voice low and sultry, “and you’re about to find out why, Thoma.” Your hands trailed up his thighs, the tight muscles taught underneath his pants. You made your way to the hem of his pants and prepared to undo then when he stopped you suddenly, “I almost died today.” his voice so matter of fact you just stood up, “Oh,” you said plainly, not really sure what to say next. “well, I cant say thats the craziest thing i’ve ever heard while on my knees.” Thoma chuckled, reaching out and taking you by the hands gently, “My apologies, its my first time in a place like this so,” his thumbs rubbed the back of your hands softly, “I guess I’m kind of nervous?” Being nervous was understandable, but blurting out about your near death experience was, kind of sad. “I see,” you said and took a seat next to him, “Would you like to talk about it?” Thoma shook his head, “Nah,Its just, being that close to death, in front of the Shogun? Kind of gave me some clarity.” His voice was low as he turned towards you, bright green eyes full of a renowned vigor for life. “What kind of clarity?” you asked apprehensively, worried if you pried too much, youd end up on the Yashiro Commissions list. “That I should, be as nice to myself as I am to others.” After hearing those words, you realized how heavily you could relate. Your whole job was to take care of others, oftentimes at risk to your own sanity. “So, you ended up here as a way to, be nicer to yourself?” you asked with a wiggle of your eyebrows. He laughed hard, “Seems that way, yeah,” he leaned back on his elbows, and you placed a hand on his thigh, “You’re in the right place Thoma.” Your hand squeezed and he looked at you with lustful eyes, “Ill take really good care of you, I promise.” He flashed a bright smile and you wondered if his face ever got tired from how much he did that. “Is it alright if, you take them off?” he asked softly and pointed to your underwear. “So polite,” you said with a grin, “you must be the nicest guy in Inazuma.”

Thoma watched as you stood up and reached around to undo your bra, the light fabric falling to the floor. You reached down to take off your underwear, “Wait, turn around.” he commanded with a low, sultry voice. You did as he requested and turned, your plump ass facing him. you looked back over your shoulder and kept eye contact with him as you slowly pulled down your underwear. Your body bent over as you pulled them off of your feet and heard him curse under his breath. He reached out, taking a handful of your ass in his hands. “Actually, I should probably thank the shogun,” his voice was deep as you felt him lower his head closer to your ass, “had she not tried to kill me today,” he spread your ass cheeks and spit on your hole, “I probably wouldn’t have had the chance to have you like this.” He licked up his own saliva against you, causing you to whine at the sensation. his tongue entered your asshole and began exploring. “Im at your service,” you huffed out and held his head closer to you, “Even the gods cant stop us now Thoma.” He gripped at your plush thighs, his tongue lazily licking up your folds after rimming your asshole a bit. His mouth pulled away with a wet smack and he stood, pulling you into an embrace and moved his hands down your belly, “Tell me what you want Y/n,” he whispered in your ear as his fingers found your wet and waiting cunt. He inserted his fingers into you, curving them and easily finding your spot. “There, faster!” you pleaded while the vulgar, wet squelching sounds that came out of you had him whispering praises in your ear. “Your so wet, I cant wait to have a taste” Your knees buckled, his skilled fingers and words of praise making you weak. You could feel yourself coming undone, just by his fingers so you moved away from him, his fingers coming out of you and directly into his mouth. He licked his fingers clean, sitting back down on the bed, “Feels too good, yeah?” he said cockily. You had had your doubts about him, but with the way he was licking you off of him, and the moans that fell from his lips as he did so, you knew then that he definitely knew what he was doing, and you were more than grateful for it.

You came up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Yeah, but id rather cum on your cock than on your fingers.” You said before kissing him, tasting yourself on his lips. You felt your self being lifted off of the ground suddenly, his strong arms holding you close. He moved to bring you onto the bed and the two of you bounced lightly on the mattress. Thoma stood up and hurriedly removed his shirt and pants, fumbling over his belt buckle as he did so. “Slow down, the shogun isnt after you anymore.” you said and crawled over to the edge of the bed to meet him. You helped him with the buckle on his pants, looking up at him as you did so. “We have the whole night, and you can do whatever you want with me.” you said as you reached down to wake his member. You tugged on it, heavy and warm in your hand, the prominent veins throbbed. He pushed his pants off and stepped out of them. Your free hand then pulled his undergarment down while your mouth dribbled saliva onto his dick, your eyes darting up to look at him. Thoma placed a hand behind your head and you bent down and took him into your mouth. You sucked his tip, swirling your tongue around and mixed your saliva with his own seed. His hand was gentle at the back of your head as he pushed you onto him further. Your hand stroked and squeezed easily with how messy you were making him. He moaned in appreciation watching you as you worked. “Archons, your so pretty on my cock.” words of praise huffing out of his mouth as you gurgled on his length. The long organ at the back of your throat caused you to gag, but you breathed through your nose to accommodate him. He thrust into your mouth slowly, enjoying the way your eyes began to tear at his ministrations. He pulled you off of him with a pop and rubbed his hard dick along your cheeks, making even more of a mess on your face. You took his dick back into your mouth and sucked, tugging at his sack as you did so. “Fuck,” he growled and pulled you back off quickly, bringing a thumb to your mouth and smearing your saliva that was stained white with his pre-cum over your mouth. You sucked his thumb, desperately needing something in your mouth to suck on. You gazed into each others eyes, sharing the same lustful thoughts. The quiet as you stared at each other was deafening, no words being said, but a knowing stare shared.

He moved to lay over you, his broad shoulders and toned arms covering you at either side, He observed your face, sticky and sultry, “Enough to make the gods themselves jealous, how did i get so lucky?” he asked rhetorically before you maneuvered yourself from under him, pushing him down onto his back and seating yourself on top of him. You hovered over his cock, rubbing the his tip over your folds. You stared at him devilishly before using a hand to help guide him in. You sunk down, bottoming out and feeling his cock nestle at your cervix. You hoped that the Gods were in fact watching, immensely jealous at how youd be worshipping Thoma tonight instead.

He hissed, so desperate and eager to fuck you right then and there, but being the gentleman he was, he waited for your next move. After all, you were the one who was on the clock, and by the Seven Archons, you would prove to him that you were just that great at your job. You moved your hands along your body sensually and he watched you intently, almost as if you’d disappear right before him if he didn’t keep his desperate eyes on you. As he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes went dark with lust as you began to slowly move up and down onto him, rolling your hips against him and eliciting the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard from a man. “Ah, you feel,” he stopped to breathe as you moved up and down on him again, this time agonizingly slow, “fuck, so good.” he finally huffed out. You placed your hands on his toned abdomen, working your body on top of him making sure to let Thoma know exactly why you were the most desired in Inazuma. Strong hands came to grip your ass as you rode him hard. He groaned and moved his hips up, meeting yours in a fever. You moaned and threw your head back “Yes Thoma, like that!” you yelped while your hands squeezed your breasts hard. You whined his name loudly, the sound making him move faster against you. Your walls fluttered around him, muscles clenching down as he brought you closer with every hard and delicious drag of his cock in and out of you. The man under you fucked you hard and fast, as if he had something to prove, and with a few more thrusts, you were sent right into a very deserved euphoric peak You cried out his name once more, cumming hard on him. He leaned up and took your chin gently in his hand, “can I,” he huffed out his next words while still pumping into you, “can I finish inside?” he asked sweetly. You were still trying to catch your breath, your pussy throbbing in bliss. All you could do was just shake your head no, and the man quickly pulled out of you. He tugged on his member, his seed spurting out in hot, sticky ribbons all over your stomach. The beautiful man grunted and moaned as he came, his body completely spent and moving to lay next to you afterwards. You caught your breath slowly milking your orgasm by squeezing your legs together, “Today was my day off, by the way.”you huffed out. Thomas tired laugh echoed through the room, “No way,” he looked over at you, “I almost die, you almost don’t come into work,” he moved your damp hair out of your face, “i’d say this is fate Y/n” You leaned in and kissed him, his lips parting to welcome your tongue. Whether it be fate, or the gods themselves you didnt care, cause the guy you were currently kissing was one of the few men to bring you to such an incredible climax.

Soon, you both cleaned up with some warm water and a cloth from the nearby basin on the vanity. He helped clean you up, kissing the spots on your stomach where his seed had just been wiped off. You slipped into your silk robe, and he helped you tie it at your waist. He finally turned from you, grabbing his clothes to get dressed. While turned away from you, and for the first time, you saw the vivid full back tattoo common amongst the members of the Yashiro Comission. You gazed at the intricate detail, wondering how you had missed seeing it before. Once he finished dressing, and checking to make sure he had his vision at his side, he turned back to you. You cocked your head to the side, curious about something. “Your vision, can i ask how you received it? I’ve always been curious about how the gods choose who gets one.” He held it, rubbing his thumb along the bright red orb, “I pledged my loyalty to the Kamisato clan, I suppose the gods favor such righteous endeavors.” in your mind you knew there wasnt anything righteous about organized crime, but it wasnt any of your business to question that. And youd be lying to yourself if you said you werent curious about what kind of man Thoma was. And this night with him? It made him seem like a sweetheart, a gentleman who kissed you all over and asked what you wanted instead of focusing on himself. He cleared his throat, abruptly bringing you from your own thoughts. “So, you think we could, do this again sometime?” his nervous laugh making him just that much more annoyingly cute. “Are you, asking to be one of my regulars? That’s a very coveted spot in this city.” The tall blond laughed and walked with you towards the door, “I’m sure I’m more than capable of earning my place.” he said, a somewhat cocky grin on his face. You moved in and adjusted the various ornaments on his jacket, getting him put back together nicely before he met the outside world again. “Come by and ask for me anytime, I’ll take care of you.” you said and opened the door for him. He tried to hide his cheeky grin and slight blush on his cheeks but you caught it anyway. “Oh! I almost forgot.” he said in shock and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small pouch of mora and handed it to you. You took it from him, almost forgetting completely just who you were, and why he was here in the first place. “Right, thank you, enjoy the rest of your night Thoma.” You said sweetly before he waved and turned away without another word.

Almost as soon as he had left, your boss hurried up the stairs and straight into your room. “WELL?!” she exclaimed excitedly, bursting through the door without a knock. You explained that everything went well, and that there was nothing to worry about. You followed the house rules, making sure he didn’t finish inside of you, but you didn’t give too much away of course. Those special, sweet moments were reserved only for you. Also per house rules, you handed over half of your mora to the woman who now held her hand out to you. You couldn’t really complain about it considering you were one of the few workers who were paid more, but you worried if itd ever be enough to pay your debts off and finally leave. After receiving her share, she thanked you for coming in and headed back to her post downstairs.

The night was cool and crisp as you hurriedly made your way towards the beach. You quickly removed your sandals at the sandy stones that led from Yoimiyas store. Holding them tightly in your hand, you rushed to meet up with your friends. With the cool sand at your feet, you soon found your friends who waved to you. Yoimiya beamed upon seeing you. “Y/n! Glad you could make it!” Miko took you by the arm and pulled you close to her side, “You alright? I don’t need to go over there and give them all a piece of my mind do I?” She was always making sure you were alright after work and the gesture always made you feel loved. “No need to worry, everything went well.” Yoimiya began the countdown and the sky soon erupted with beautiful sparkles as the fireworks bursted loudly. Silhouettes of slimes and symbols exploded above, your heart full as you watched closely. You couldn’t help but feel at home amongst the people you loved while cheering and enjoying the light show. Ayaka was suddenly called away by a pair of Yashiro Commission guards who were there to protect her and make sure she arrived home safety. You kept a close eye on her as she walked up to them and before you looked back up at the sky, you noticed a familiar face. Thoma walked up and began talking with Ayaka as well, bowing before giving her a smile. They exchanged greetings and some words before she turned and headed back towards you all. He followed her with his eyes and met your gaze. You blushed a little, remembering what had just happened between the two of you not too long ago. He smiled wide at you, his eyes doing that endearing half moon eye smile that you admitted to yourself, was growing on you. All you could do was smile back as Ayaka took your hand in hers, “I’m so glad you could make it!” she said with glee. “Me too.” you said with a smile. You looked back up at the night sky, grateful for the set of circumstances that brought you to meeting someone like Thoma. “Glory to the shogun I suppose.” you thought sarcastically in your mind. You hoped to both her and Celestia above, that you’d get the chance to see him again.

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A/N: Here it is! Hope you all enjoy it as much as i do lol 🧡

#genshin impact #genshin impact smut #thoma smut #thoma genshin #genshin thoma #i love him alot #thoma #genshin reader insert #genshin reactions #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #thoma x reader

[rheagodlywrites]

Oh, I’ve Been Stabbed

Rottmnt Donnie x gn reader

Donnie and y/n have sarcastic humor. It doesn’t matter if it’s mean they just joke sarcastically. Unfortunately that sarcasm can backfire

Y/n sat with Donnie as he ranted about how annoying Leo can get sometimes. Y/n always listened to his rants. They loved him even if they showed it in funny ways.

“ I mean just yesterday he almost broke one of my projects! He knows how important it is!” Y/n sat on her phone and looked up to add their two sense.

“I mean you know what they say. Not all men are bad, some are dead.” Donnie laughed at how much sarcasm was in that joke.

“Right. Now if only Leo could join their ranks.”

The two spent a while just talking before night came around. Y/n gets a text from their mom telling them to be back home within the hour.

“Don, Mom’s calling. Gotta go.” Y/n stood up and made their way to the door. Donnie waved them off, calling to them.

“Be sure not to die on your way out.”

“Only if you actually sleep some hours tonight.”

Y/n left the lair and started to walk down the busy city streets. Home wasn’t all that far away however it did take a while to walk. As Y/n walked they had a strange feeling. It was a gut feeling however it was only a gut feeling. Y/n turned around to see anyone that was following but there was no one in particular that looked suspicious. Y/n shook the feeling and turned a corner,heading home. As they passed an alley way, a hand grabbed her roughly and pulled her aside. Throwing her onto the ground of the virtually empty alley.

“We’ve been trying to find you for the longest time.” A deep voice could be heard however Y/n had a feeling as to who it was. Y/n knew that being friends with the boys would put a target on their back. It never was bad until now. Being held hostage by the foot clan, not exactly a fun time. Y/n sat tied up on the floor. their hands tied in tape and rope. Even blindfolded, Y/n knew they were near the water since they could smell the salt of the waves. Y/n did their best to remove the ring that Donnie made them. The moment they broke it, the thing was to send something directly to Don’s wrist com. Y/n calmly counted in their head as they tried to grasp the situation. They hear a distant crash followed by the door roughly opening moments later. Y/n perked up curious but the way they were roughly pulled up on their feet meant that it wasn’t their Donnie.

“Don’t move, turtles.” A deep voice slowly said. Y/n looked around in the darkness of their blindfold, trying to get a base as to where Donnie and the others were. The stranger eventually took off the blindfold and the looks of the other’s faces were strained. Y/n inhaled deeply as they felt a knife on their back. Y/n didn’t listen to the conversation but had an idea. They rammed their head into the chin of their kidnapper and ran from the stranger. The stranger hisses in pain and suddenly y/n felt a sharp pain in their side. Looking down they watched as red seeped out.

“Oh, I’ve been stabbed.” They laughed out. They looked back to the stranger and smile.

“Do you want this back?” They ask as blood slowly leaked into their clothes. Donnie panicked and went to pull the knife but Leo stopped him.

“You’ll make it worse. I can handle this. Go drop him somewhere or something.” Leo handled the increasingly worsting wound.

——————

Donnie sat with Y/n in his room on his bed. Y/n stared at the ceiling as to not ruin the careful stitching that Leo had done just hours ago.

“From now on, no more walking home on your own. You’re just lucky your family doesn’t exactly question where you go or stay.” Donnie sighed bothered.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me too much. You might not sleep well.” Donnie took Y/n’s words into consideration then laid with them in the bed much to Y/n’s surprise.

“Wait-, Don-“

“Don’t question it.” Donnie held Y/n gently as if they’d break if he held them to roughly.

“I care about you so please just rest.”

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[sensei-venus]

Cobra Kai 7 Minutes in Heaven: Demetri

(Unedited) (Nothing to NSFW, Demetri might be a little ooc?) (Intro Link along with Other Characters)

The tip of the bottle pointed out at…..

Demetri, the kid from her math class.

She remembered him because they had talked a few times while in class. He was insanely good at math. He helped her with a few problems on some of her homework during class.

It was just a run-of-the-mill few minutes of looking at a stupid math sheet together. Nothing much but a few words and glances passed between the two. Her eyes lingered on him a bit, watching as he chews on his lip. He does it when he's focused or in his own thoughts.

He had really pretty lips, nice and soft looking and plump.

She felt her face heat up as she looked back down at her hands. She knew his face was just as bad, his pale cheeks were covered in a hot blush already.

“See, even she doesn't want to do this! This was a stupid idea man. Just pass our turns to someone else.”

“Nope it doesn't work like that man off to the closet you both go!”

His mohawk friend says with a laugh, pulling the lanky teen up off the floor. He pulls him up and away from the circle of teens. Reader feels herself being pulled up by her friend who is giggling at her nervousness. Reader gulps as her friend pulls her down the hall behind the other two guys. Soon they are both standing in front of a ominous dark closet.

“Dude stop-“

“I don’t know about this-“

Both of them mumble as their friends push them into the open dark closet. They slam the door shut, laughing growing quiet as they walk away and back to the party. It’s quiet in the cramped room. Both of them don’t know what to say to each other. Demetri’s breathing is a little to loud, filling up the space. Reader can tell he’s more panicked then she is in this situation. She try’s to push herself into the corner in hopes it will make him feel better.

He sighs loudly saying “Look I’m sorry that you had to come in here with me, Hawk kinda forced me to join the stupid circle.”

Reader rolled her eyes “It’s ok, my friend made me do the same thing. I’m just sorry you had to be in here with me. There are probably a few other girls who would have been a better pick to come in here with you.” She made a small sarcastic laugh. Trying to put a bit of sarcasm in to hide the small bit of self deprecation she had in the moment.

Demetri cracked at his knuckles as he looked at her, the room was dark but with the small amount of light that still seeped into the room she could see the way his brows raise up in question.

“What do you mean? No one in that whole room wants to be with me, let alone stuck in a closet for seven whole minutes.”

“Then I guess their stupid then….”

His stupid sarcasm started up again.

“Yeah because girls definitely like guys like me, geeky, nerdy, big-mouthed. That’s what they are looking for. And I get it, I know my self-worth at this point. Like I said I’m sorry your stuck in here with me.”

Reader squinted her eyes at him. Her jaw set. He had to be joking about the fact he really thought that way about himself. Sure she knew about the bullying from a while back, about the popular kids teasing him and making fun of him. But there was no way a guy like him, who was not only smart but pretty fucking attractive really thought he didn’t have a chance with any of those girls out there.

“Dude your literally the whole package. Your smart, attractive, pretty nice for the most part, make kinda funny corny jokes all the time, and your super strong. We all saw you at the tournament. Stop acting like you can’t pull other attractive people. It’s not like your me…” she wanted to kick him right now.

Slowly he stepped closer to her. The closet was already cramped but with him getting even closer to her it was becoming kinda weird. The air was becoming a bit tense. She shivered as he got even closer, the two of them almost touching now.

“Wait you went to the tournament? You watched me?”

“Pfff yeah, I was new to town, what was I supposed to do when half of the town was going to it. It’s not a big deal.”

“You think I’m attractive?”

“Well duh I’m not stupid or even blind, of course your attractive.” She felt her face start to heat up once again and the urge to try and rip the door off its hinges to get out comes to mind.

His voice was low as he towers over her now, pushing her up against the wall in his wake.

“Well I think your attractive. Since the day I first saw you in math class I thought you where hot- I mean pretty, your very pretty. I love the dress by the way.”

Her face was definitely hot and flushed now. Her gaze was low and her eyes dug into this hoodie covered chest. Her hands gripped at the fabric of her dress.

“Thank you- I don’t usually dress like this out but I thought,hey it’s a party why not…”

She gasped as his large hands suddenly ran over her naked thighs and up her dress. Fingers pulling at the material covering her belly. Her eyes wide as she looked up to realize that he was staring her down. His eyes fixed on her as he chewed on his lip again.

“You have really pretty lips-“

The words came out before she could even think to stop herself from saying them out load. Her lips shut tight as soon as they came out of her mouth.

Her eyes went wide as hot full lips meet hers and kissed her hard and deep. They were so soft and velvety. He tasted like caramel chapstick and sweet sugar like spit. It made her head fuzzy as he kissed her even deeper.

She moaned out into his mouth as she tried to find some kind of leverage on him. Her hands found their way under his hoodie and she ran her hands up and down his shirt covered chest. That was enough to make him groan into her mouth as she pulled her closer.

His hard on rubbed right against her and made her weak in the knees.

His hands gripped at her sides and belly but also held her firm to him as they both grinned against each other. It was hot and raw.

Suddenly the door was jerked over and the two separated.

Demetri’s hand found hers and gave it a small squeeze. Her head spun around to look up at him, the bright blush every evident on his face. The bright red and pink of his cheeks were in full display thanks to the new bright light of the hallway.

Even the tips of his ears were busted a bright red. Reader couldn't help but squeeze his hand back. A small smile spread on her lips as she looked away from him out of embarrassment of being caught in the act.

“Looks like you to had fun~ told you it wouldn't be that bad.” Hawk said as he wiggles his eyebrows at the two. Demetri rolled his eyes before quickly leading Reader out of the closet and leaving Hawk snickering in the hall.

Before they got back to the main area of the party, Demetri stopped in the middle of the hallway. His eyes dart around before he looks at Reader. This time he doesn't ches at his lips.

“So uh what if we do study dates or something? At my house of course!” he still seems a bit nervous but he fights through it.

“I don't see the harm in that, maybe we can study your lips better?”

“Oh yeah the whole lips-”

“Pretty boy with the pretty lips~”

She giggles at his flushed face before dragging him back out to the party.

She doesn't see how Hawk gives Demetri a thumbs-up from the other end of the hallway.

Or the one Demetri gives back with a big grin and a flushed face.



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[annikin-annotates]

THE HELLFIRE CLUB TEACHING YOU HOW TO PLAY DND PLS

20 Sided Fist Fight

A/N: I don’t know a whole lot about DM-ing mechanics, but I did some research to make this as accurate as possible! tried my hardest to do it justice, as well as keep it as in character as possible. I hope you like it!

Request: Hellfire teaching you how to play D&D.

Content: Unknowing reader trying to play D&D, Eddie helps build a character, fluff ensues.

WC: 1.3K

Both Eddie and you had been sitting on the couch in your lounge room when the urge to ask him the worlds out of pocket question arose. Shifting your body to sit beside him with one leg tucked under you, the other hanging lazily off the arm of the couch. His eyebrows rose at your sudden movement, “yes baby?” he asked, already knowing you were getting ready to ask a question. Letting out a slow breath before asking “teach me how you play D&D, please?” you stated, the words coming out more like a suggestion rather than a demand.

The light that burst in his eyes was only comparable to that of a collapsing star, full of beauty and excitement “are you being serious?” He asked shifting to face you. You nodded vigorously “of course I am! I’ve been wanting to play for ages, but I know Hellfire is super strict on players knowing how to play. Their DM is a real stiffler for rules” you said with a grin, putting emphasis on the last part. Eddie smiled “and that he is, doesn’t mean he isn’t a big softy for his partner” he shot back, you laughed “so you’ll teach me?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow in a stern fashion. He nodded, “Of course I will, my love. In fact, I’m going to get the whole club involved.” He hummed, pulling you closer to his chest.

There were a few beats of silence before Eddie broke it again “do you want to make your character?” he asked, resting his head on yours. You looked up at him “Right now?” you asked, his eyes gazed into yours before shifting away, he gave a half-hearted shrug “I was thinking about maybe next month, but if you want to do that right now that’s cool” he laughed, poking fun at you.

“Okay smarty pants, how do I create a character? You’re the DM here!” you laughed, clutching your heart in mock offence that Eddie Munson, the king of sarcasm; was being sarcastic. He jumped up from the couch and disappeared out to his van, coming back in with a heavy looking book and a large black binder covered in stickers and doodles, he set his things down on the kitchen table with a hearty Thud.

You stared at him and the binder incredulously, “I would ask you if you really carry that stuff everywhere but it is you we are talking about here” you retorted. He gave you a half-pointed look “you wouldn’t have me any other way, now come and sit” he shot back, pointing at a chair. Getting up from the comfortable reprieve that was your couch you obliged him, pulling up a chair across from him at the table.

Eddie flipped open the binder and pulled out a character sheet, a pencil, a few dice, and opened the handbook placing it between the both of you. He sensed your confusion as you tilted your head slightly, unsure of what he was doing. He smiled softly, he loved being able to teach you things; he was ecstatic to finally teach you about Dungeons and Dragons. “What we will do first is pick your race and class, then we can move on to filling out the actual character sheet. So just have a look through the book and see what you like” he smiled, pushing the sturdy book your way.

There was a silence that fell between both you and Eddie, not an awkward one, one that was comfortable there wasn’t any pressure to fill the silence, you liked that about Eddie. The pages made a little fwip sound as you perused the book, your ears perked at a race called ‘Tieflings’. They were the outcome of demonic ancestry, and they looked bad ass. Another few beats of silence passed until you picked a class, you wanted to be a Bard and nobody was going to stop you.

“I want to be a Tiefling Bard” you grinned watching Eddie’s eyebrows raise once more “Strong choice for a first timer, are you sure you can handle that?” He purred, leaning forward. You rolled your eyes “Yeah, yeah, I know me playing D&D makes you horny. Now show me how you make my totally badass character so I can cause chaos” you laughed. Eddie sighed and flipped his hair back over his shoulder, before sliding the sheet of paper over and placing the pencil on top of it.

“I’m going to give you six predetermined numbers that you are going to pop into these little boxes along the side here. There aren’t any right or wrong answers, just put them where you think they would be helpful” he looked at you, awaiting your response. You picked up the pencil and pulled the sheet towards yourself, waiting for him to give you the numbers “15…14…13…12…10…8”. you pencilled the numbers into the boxes you saw fit and pushed it back to Eddie to check over.

You spent the rest of the day going back and forth creating this character with Eddie, him giving you hints on where points and modifiers are best used for your class type. By the end of it you were both surrounded by snack wrappers and dice, you laid your head on your hands, elbows resting on the table and stared at him. “Do you think I’m ready to be part of this infamous Hellfire Club?” you asked, word muffled by your hands. He smiled back at you before nodding “You’re going to knock them dead. Literally”, he laughed getting up from the table to get another drink.

Before you knew it, it was time to go to Hellfire you had gotten off work early for this very special occasion. You pulled into the parking lot of Hawkins High, it felt so strange to be there as an outsider and not a student. Your boots thudding as they made contact with the linoleum flooring that always felt slightly sticky underfoot. Turning a corner and continuing down a long hall, passing door after door before you reached one that said ‘Hellfire’ on the outside in old lettering.

You could hear the muffled chattering and the booming voice that belonged to Eddie, taking a deep breath you opened the door. “Gentlemen, I would like to present to you all our new Tiefling Bard” Eddie grinned, walking over to you, and sitting you in a chair to the left of him. You were greeted with various versions of hello as you sat down, you gave an awkward wave and a small “Hi”, feeling way out of your depth already. As if Eddie sensed your worry, he tapped the table in front of you

“Hey, don’t worry. You’re going to do great. I got these for you to celebrate your first game with the club” he handed you a small pouch. You took it gingerly, the contents of the pouch rattling you opened it up to see a set of deep purple dice with flecks of gold in them, with the numbers being a matching gold. Tears brimmed at your eyes, but you forced them down “Thank you, Eddie. I love them” you smiled “I’m glad, Sweetheart” he smiled back.

The game was full of twists and turns, a few bumps in the road with trying to do math on the fly but nothing the group didn’t help with. They all had a hand in helping you through this first game, it was definitely very sweet of them to do so. Their behaviour didn’t have anything to do with the twenty-minute lecture Eddie gave them about being nice to you before you got there. As it all came to a close and you were helping Eddie clean up the club space an infectious grin crossed his face “What are you grinning at?” you asked. He only shook his head “Nothing, nothing at all”.

You went to bed that night with an unfaltering smile, nobody could rain on your parade.

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[fanfic-wonderland]

NOTHING CHANGES ANYTHING {TEEN WOLF}

Synopsis: Penny Brooke is an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl; with an ordinary family, ordinary friends, and a plain old ordinary life. Nothing unusual seems to happen until her all-time crush and best friend, Scott McCall, gets bitten by a werewolf. From that moment on, Penny and her friends find themselves living through dangerous events happening at Beacon Hills, and all of their lives turn upside down...

**This is a rewriting of my old Teen Wolf fanfic of the same name.**

Word count: 2.2k

Ch.1 | Ch.2

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CHAPTER TWO: THE NEW GIRL

The next morning, when I arrived at school, I spotted Stiles sitting down on a bench outside, his eyes glued to his phone screen. "Hey." Setting my backpack aside, I sat down next to him.

"Hello, Penny," he said without looking up. "How are you on this fine morning?"

"Oh, I'm great. The morning air really hits the spot, you know?" I said sarcastically. "How did your little 'investigation' go last night?"

He gave a small shrug. "Oh, well, you know, it could've gone better, I guess. We didn't find anything too interesting."

"So, no body, then?”

“No body, unfor—” Stiles looked up this time with wide eyes. "Wait, how do you—”

“Scott told me.”

“Goddammit,” He groaned. "No wonder he was being so lame last night. 'Stiles, this is dangerous, maybe we should go back’, 'Stiles, I need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow's lacrosse practice’, 'Stiles, I'm severely asthmatic—”

“Well, maybe you should learn a thing or two from him,” I cut him off, punching him in the arm. He winced in pain. "Who in their right mind thinks 'I'm going to find a dead body today’ and then actually drives up to the crime scene? Do you know how risky that is?”

“Okay, jeez!” Stiles was still rubbing the spot where I had hit him. "It’s not like any of us died, anyway. All Scott did was get bit by something.”

My mouth fell open at his words. "What? Wha- what do you mean he got bitten by something, what could've possibly bitten him?"

He shrugged. "Beats me. He told me this morning. Didn't he tell you?"

“No.” I ran a hand through my hair. That little shit didn't tell me anything.

But, before any of us could say anything else, Scott suddenly appeared by my side. "Hey, guys."

"Hey," I said while standing up, Stiles doing the same. "Glad to see you’re alive and fully well.”

He rolled his eyes once he noticed the sarcasm in my words. "Stiles told you, didn't he?”

“Yup.”

"Well, I thought you had told her already.” Stiles said defensively.

Scott looked at me directly. "I didn't want to worry you.”

"Oh, please," I scoffed, ignoring the mess of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "You just didn't want to admit that I was right about this entire thing.”

"That as well." He admitted with a nod.

“So,” Stiles said, prolonging the vowel while burying his hands in his jacket pockets. "Let’s see it.”

Scott didn't say anything else. He looked around, and when he made sure that no one was paying attention to us, he slowly lifted his shirt up, revealing a piece of gauze taped on the right side of his abdomen, just above his waistline. The gauze was white but you barely noticed with the blood that had seeped through it.

"Whoa,”

“Oh my God,”

My eyes widened as I looked back up at Scott. ''How did that even happen?''

''Well, Stiles left me behind at one point—" I glared at Stiles and he stared at me before smiling innocently. “—And while I was looking for him, well, something appeared out of nowhere and... I got this,'' He finished his explanation. "It looked like some sort of wolf, and then after it fled, I heard it howling."

Stiles huffed. "Doubt it. There haven't been wolves around Beacon Hills for like sixty years, why would they be back now?”

“Regardless, of what bit you, it looks pretty bad,” I said, still staring at the wound and not at all staring at the exposed part of his abs. "And besides, it was all in vain, so I hope you’re happy.”

Scott suddenly smirked. "Actually it wasn't,” When Stiles and I stared confusedly at each other, he said, "Before that thing attacked me, I found the body.”

Stiles and I gasped in synchronization, while also taking a step forward at the same time. "How?”

"When I was looking for my inhaler,” Scott answered. "It was… terrifying finding it, to say the least.”

"Dude, this is great!" Stiles exclaimed. I gave him a puzzled look. "You found it before anyone, now we can go and tell my dad about— Oh my God.”

Scott and I followed Stiles’ gaze, only to find a redheaded girl wearing red lipstick and a very expensive-looking dress as she walked gracefully in the school’s direction. "Hey, Lydia, you look—” Stiles greeted her but Lydia walked past him without even acknowledging his presence. "—like you’re about to ignore me… as always.”

Scott patted his shoulder. "You’ll get over her.”

“Sure, It’s not like I’ve been in love with her since third grade.” Stiles said sarcastically. "You know what? I blame the both of you for her ignoring me. Scott’s dragging me down to his nerd depths and Penny can be a pain in the ass with her know-it-all attitude.”

"Okay, and what are you, then?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow and folding my arms over my chest.

“I'm obviously awesome.”

***

''As you all know," Our English teacher began while writing something on the chalkboard. "there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.”

I caught sight of Scott and Stiles exchanging proud looks with each other and rolled my eyes, turning back to the incomplete doodle in my notebook.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened.” He finished writing. 'KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS’ read on the board. "But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus—” everyone in the classroom groaned. "—which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

As I glanced through the papers on my desk, I began to wonder if Scott and Stiles were dumb enough to go and talk to the suspect, and laughed quietly at the ridiculous thought. Quickly after that, I glanced up at Scott but my smile vanished as soon as I saw him. He looked alarmed, looking around as if something was happening, something that no one else was noticing. When he caught my eye, I mouthed, 'You okay?’

It took him a few seconds to react but eventually he nodded. Unconvinced, I decided to just ask him about it later.

The class went on like normal, with our teacher talking about things that most of the students didn't even care about. Some had already fallen asleep, others were doing retouches on their makeup, and a few were actually paying attention and taking notes. The back of Stiles’ head was slightly swaying back and forth, which let me know that he was about to fall asleep at any moment. But he jumped wide awake when the classroom door suddenly opened and a girl that I had never seen before walked in.

“Ah, you must be our new student.” the teacher stopped his lecture once he saw her. "Okay, everyone, this is Allison Argent and she will be joining us from now on, so please make her feel welcome. Allison, you may take a seat.”

With an awkward smile, Allison walked toward the only empty seat, which happened to be right behind Scott. As the teacher resumed with his class, I watched her getting some stuff out of her bag through the corner of my eye. As she kept searching inside it, Scott turned around and handed her a pen, to which she smiled and muttered a small, ''Thanks''.

Confusion and jealousy flowed through me, and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut once I took a better look at how his facial expressions changed drastically. His smile was so enormous that the corners of his lips almost met his ears and there was an unusual glint in his eyes that I didn't think I had seen before.

Oh my God, I thought, trying to turn my attention back to the chalkboard but failing miserably. He likes her…

***

I entered the girls’ bathroom to wash my hands before heading to lunch. While I was checking myself in the mirror and making sure that I looked close to decent, I heard a toilet flush behind me, and Allison came out of one of the bathroom stalls. I couldn’t help but observe her through the mirror as she walked towards the sink next to mine and turned the faucet on, lowering my gaze before she could think that I was being creepy. We stood there in silence, the sound of the running water being the only sound filling it.

I could see the appeal. She was beautiful, with long wavy hair and skin that resembled that of Snow White’s. It didn't help that her outfit was cute as well. "How are you liking the school so far?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I hadn't meant to start a conversation with her.

Allison turned to me and smiled. Her smile was pretty, too, and her teeth were basically perfect. "It’s good so far. People have been nice. I honestly thought it was going to be horrible.''

I nodded. "Well, It's understandable. Switching to a new school is a tough change."

"It’s the worst," she agreed. "But I’ve switched schools so many times already that I guess I’m used to it.”

���Really?”

“Yeah,” Seconds later, she asked, "You take English with me, right? I remember you because you were talking to that weird kid sitting in front of you."

I smiled. "I do. And yes, he’s very weird but I honestly love him for that. Don’t tell him I said that, though."

She suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your boyfriend…"

I burst out laughing, maybe louder than I should have. Allison looked puzzled. "Boyfriend? No, he's not my boyfriend. God, no!"

"Oh," She let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "Oh, okay. Sorry again, I didn't mean to assume."

"No, you’re good!” I assured her as we both exited the bathroom. "Stiles is one of my closest friends, nothing else. The day that Stiles and I date, well, I probably lost all my marbles.”

"Stiles?," she furrowed his eyebrows. "That's his name?"

"Well, that's his nickname," I clarified. "Not really sure where it came from, now that I think about it..."

"What's his real name, then?"

"Oh, well It's-" I couldn't finish the sentence because just then Scott appeared out of nowhere. ''Hey!''

''Hi.'' Allison and I said at the same time.

Both of them locked eyes instantly, probably even forgetting that I was there, too. He was almost drooling as she beamed at him, and it honestly made me want to punch both of them in the face. I cleared my throat and made my presence known, instead. ''Oh, um,'' Scott spoke up first, the two of them breaking eye contact. He turned to me with hopeful eyes. "So, I was just wondering if you minded me giving Allison a tour of the school? I mean, if she wants me to.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I forced myself to smile at him. "Of course not! Go ahead.”

I was hoping that Allison would decline his offer, but she looked way too happy to do that. "I’d like that,” She nodded then looked back at me. "I’ll see you later... uh..."

"Penny." I finished for her, still trying to keep a smile on my face.

She smiled back and then turned to Scott before joining his side. The two of them walked away, and Scott didn't even say goodbye to me.

I walked into the cafeteria feeling nauseous. Stiles was sitting by himself, carelessly devouring his food and not looking up even when I sat down in front of him. "Do you think Allison is pretty?”

He finally looked up, cheeks puffed out with food. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who?”

“The new girl,” I reminded him and he let out an "Oh” sound. "Do you think she’s pretty?”

Stiles began to ponder before shrugging and continuing to chew. "Yeah, sure, she’s okay.”

“Scott seems to think she is —like, really pretty.”

"What do you mean?"

“Have you not noticed the way he’s been acting ever since she arrived?” I asked him. "It’s like there’s nobody else around him but her.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh while taking another bite of his sandwich. "Bold of him to assume that a girl like her would ever like him back.”

"Oh,  she does,” I pointed out in a flat tone. "Believe me.”

He sighed, letting what was left of his sandwich fall back onto his tray. "Okay, so maybe he’s a little bit attracted to her—”

“Oh, I don’t think It’s just a little bit,” I shook my head. "I’m talking 'Stiles-has-a-crush-on-Lydia’ level, probably.”

He gaped at me. "Already?”

I nodded slowly, the mere thought of Scott and Allison together sending a horrible shiver down my spine.

“Jesus,” He muttered. I stared down at my lap, not even feeling like talking anymore. Stiles didn't either, for a few moments, and when he spoke his tone was a bit more serious. "Look, I know it sucks to see the person you like liking someone else, but I promise you, there comes a time when you barely feel anything anymore.”

I frowned. "... Thanks? Was that your way of comforting me?”

"Well, I tried,” He said. I let out a soft laugh. It was nice of him to try; I appreciated his effort. "But hey, I'm sure your nails look prettier than hers.”

I smiled genuinely. "Thank you!”

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[fluentmoviequoter]

Christmas Tree Farm

Day 2 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Victor Vale x fem!reader

Summary: Sydney wants a Christmas tree and you offer to take her to get one, but Victor refuses... to let you go alone.

Word Count: 1.8k+ words

Warnings: fluff, random Christmas tree facts, references to Vicious and Vengeful, Victor is sarcastic, Sydney and reader team up against Vic... more fluff.

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“Victor,” Sydney groans, dragging out the last syllable as she collapses on the couch beside you. “It’s almost December, we need a Christmas tree.”

“Sydney,” Victor mocks. His care for her overrides his sarcasm as he says, “We can’t walk around freely yet. Just because Eli is gone and Merit PD is normal again…”

“As normal as they can be,” you add quietly.

“None of it means we can just walk down the middle of the sidewalk and get a Christmas tree like a normal family!” Victor finishes.

“But we are a family, right?” Sydney asks, looking up at Victor.

You glance at Sydney’s big, watery blue eyes, obviously trying to guilt-trip Victor into agreeing. Looking over to him, you see that he’s avoiding looking directly at her eyes.

“I’ll go with her,” you offer. “Although, I’d argue that looking like a family would be more inconspicuous than just one or two of us.”

“You’re not helping,” Victor snaps, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I said no.”

“And we’re not accepting that,” Sydney says, lifting her chin defiantly. “Just admit you’re scared and then we’ll go get a tree.”

You press your lips together to hide your smile and look at Victor.

“You’re not going alone,” Victor says.

Sydney points to you and says, “I know. We’re going.”

“No, I mean, the two of you are not going alone.”

“You want us to take Mitch? He’s as big as a Christmas tree; not exactly what I thought when you said, ‘Be invisible.’”

You laugh at Sydney’s impression of Victor, waving a hand at him as you apologize.

“Just- let me think about it,” Victor decides before leaving the room.

“That was really good,” you whisper to Sydney.

“Oh, I can do one better!” She puts her hand on the couch behind you and leans forward to say, “No one is going to hurt you. Do you know why? Because I’ll hurt them first.”

“I can still hear you!” Victor yells, making you and Sydney laugh even harder.

✯✯✯✯✯

That night, after Sydney goes to bed, you knock on Victor’s open door. He looks up and takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as he invites you in.

“If you’re here to ask me to get a tree, it’s not happening.”

“I actually just wanted to ask why.” You sit at the end of his bed, looking at him as you fiddle with his blanket. “You made the decision, and I’ll respect it, but I don’t get it.”

“If we go out and get noticed, there’s no way of knowing what will happen to any of us. Mitch scrubbed the prison records and filed a death certificate for Sydney, but people who have met us before are out there.”

“I know. But you can distract them, and Sydney has a point.”

“First time for everything,” Victor jokes.

“You know she’s right. No one would think twice about a family picking out a tree. You two already look alike. If someone happens to look at you, they won’t think twice.”

Victor looks at your hands as he thinks. 

“It’s okay to be scared, to be cautious. But there’s no need to live the rest of our lives in hiding just in case. That’s not living, Victor. It’s Christmas. What better time to start a new life?”

“What if there isn’t a new life here?”

“Then we go somewhere there is. You got us away from Merit, Vic, you’ve done everything right. We’re safe. We can stay cautious, and I agree that we should, but that doesn’t mean staying in this cabin until we die of old age, miserable and tired.”

“Being with me makes you miserable and tired?” Victor repeats, pale brows raised.

You smile as you respond, “When there’s no Christmas tree, yes.”

He shakes his head, the corners of his mouth twitching up. “Fine. We’ll take Sydney tomorrow to get a tree.”

You lean forward and hug him quickly before standing, pausing as you feel his awkward pat on your shoulder. “And hot chocolate,” you say over your shoulder.

“And hot chocolate,” Victor affirms, watching you walk away.

He lays down, thinking about you and Sydney picking out a tree and laughing together. Maybe this living thing isn’t such a bad idea.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Get dressed,” you tell Sydney when she enters the kitchen. “Something warm.”

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“There’s something we need to do,” Victor answers, dragging a Sharpie across a book page.

Sydney shrugs and returns to her room.

“What’s the point of the matching sweaters?” Victor asks, Sydney’s excited gasp audible as she finds it in her closet.

“It’s Christmas, Vic, matching sweaters are a necessity. Yours is on the couch to put on before we leave.”

“Not happening.”

“No one will see you anyway, right?” you ask, standing before him with your hands on your hips. “What are you afraid of?”

“You, at the moment,” Victor mumbles.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Sydney asks as she skips back into the living room. “Oh, we match!”

“We do! And Victor will too,” you add, looking pointedly at Victor.

“I thought prison guards were bossy,” Victor grumbles as he leaves his book and walks to the couch, pulling the sweater on instead of his usual black coat.

“You look so cute!” you squeal, scrunching your nose as you look at him.

“This. This is what I was scared of,” Victor admits. “Let’s go before I change my mind.”

“There’s a contract. You can’t change your mind,” you point out.

“What contract?” Sydney and Victor inquire together.

“You hugged me last night, that’s legally binding with Vales.”

“You hugged?” Sydney asks excitedly.

Victor shakes his head, following you and Sydney outside as he sighs in exasperation.

✯✯✯✯✯

“First stop,” you announce as you open the door of the Christmas-themed cafe. 

Sydney picks a booth and slides in, wrapping her arms around you in a quick hug when you join her. Victor sits on the other side, looking around at the decorations before his eyes land on you.

“Thanks,” he says quickly.

“For what?”

“Convincing me to do this. You were right.”

Your eyes widen as Sydney's jaw drops.

“Write it down, we can’t forget this,” she whispers to you.

Victor rolls his eyes and distracts the waiter, nudging him to look at his menu pad rather than any of you. After you order three hot chocolates and a stack of Christmas tree pancakes, Sydney asks where else you’re going. You look at Victor and raise your eyebrows, silently asking, “Should we tell her?” He looks at Sydney and then nods.

“We’re going to get a Christmas tree!” you tell her.

She gasps again and looks at you. “How’d you convince him?”

“What makes you think I didn’t reach this conclusion on my own?” he counters.

Sydney looks at him and says, “I didn’t think of that. So, how’d she convince you?”

Victor prepares to answer sarcastically, but the cocoa and pancakes landing on the table interrupt him. He looks at you and smiles, not his lying smile, but a smile that makes you think he’s ready to start living again.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Okay, so I did a ton of research after Victor said no,” Sydney begins as you walk into the Christmas tree farm.

“Never living that down, am I?” Victor asks you, walking side-by-side behind Sydney.

“Give it a few Christmases,” you respond, smiling as he sighs.

“We’re looking for a Fraser fir; it’s considered to be the best tree for families with pets and it’s the prettiest, in my opinion. The house has ten foot ceilings, so we need a tree that’s at least eight feet tall, but preferably nine.”

“How do you intend on measuring them?” Victor asks.

“With you,” Sydney answers quickly, turning down a row of Fraser firs. “I know how tall you are, so I can figure out how much taller than you the tree needs to be.”

“That’s why she invited you,” you say sarcastically, pointing at Victor.

“Sydney,” Victor calls, looking at you. “What if I put her on my shoulders? Would that help?”

You roll your eyes as Sydney says maybe, but she’s more interested in finding a pretty tree than listening to Victor. A man walks by with two kids, too busy wrangling them to notice you, Victor, and Sydney. You take Victor’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze, watching Sydney as you miss him looking at your joined hands.

“This is the one! Victor, come stand beside it?” Sydney requests.

Victor reluctantly pulls his hand from yours and stands by the tree. You move beside Sydney and agree that it’s the perfect height. As Victor begins cutting it, you show Sydney a picture of an ornament you had as a kid and offer to make ornaments with her. When Victor is finished, he drags the tree to the end of the row and lets you talk to an employee about getting it to the car, which Mitch is bringing now.

“It’s interesting that you let her do all the talking for you but can’t stand when she talks to other people,” Sydney hums, standing beside Victor.

“Meaning?” Victor asks.

“You’re jealous.”

You turn around and want to take a picture of Sydney and Victor in their matching sweaters with the snow-covered trees behind them. Pouting at Victor, you ask if you can, and he says it’s okay as long as you take one with them. Mitch soon arrives, and while Victor keeps the employee focused on tying the tree to the top of the car, he takes a picture of you, Victor, and Sydney.

“Putting that on the Christmas card, Vic?” Mitch asks, smiling as he returns your phone.

“I was thinking of putting your mugshot on it instead,” Victor replies, huffing as you smack his shoulder.

✯✯✯✯✯

You and Victor walk back while Sydney and Mitch take the tree home by car.

“Thank you for doing this,” you say, your knuckles brushing Victor’s as you walk side-by-side. “It meant a lot to Sydney, and to me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” Victor says quietly.

You catch his hand as he swings it, interlacing your fingers with his.

“You want to string up some mistletoe while we decorate the tree then?”

“Wait, decorate? I thought we were just getting a tree.”

“It’s Christmas, Vic. Without ornaments, it’s just an oversized house plant.”

“Like Sydney,” he teases. “Do I really have to help?”

“Yep. You said it, we’re family now.”

“I don’t remember saying that.”

“Fine, then, you said you would do anything for me. Do it for me, and Sydney, and Mitch, and Dol.”

“There better be cookies involved,” Victor sighs.

“Cookies and mistletoe. Sydney found some at the tree farm and you bought it for her.”

Victor shakes his head, but when you tug his hand and stand closer to him, he starts to think that maybe decorating a tree won’t be so bad. Not with you at his side.

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[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

good morning, you box says request are open but if they are not you can ignore . . .

Noé x afab reader who comes from a noble family like the De Sade's but isnt noble-like at all. They just kinda do their own thing. They dress more androgynously and are loud mouthed and sarcastic and aren't ladylike and because of that, they dont get courted very often and get really flustered when Noé courts them.

Hello! Good day, afternoon or morning!

Thank you for requesting!

Please let me know what you think. 

Tsuki's note: I wrote in HC format, hope that's ok?

I also took liberty to do some additions, hopefully that's ok.

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• You were born in one of the most noble vampire families.

• The only female child to be born, all of your family members around your age were all boys. 

• That doesn't mean you weren't close! On the contrary.

• You were always together, playing around the mud, playing wrestling and climbing trees and other high places.

• Those activities were frowned upon when you tried them - you were the little princess, you shouldn't get dirty or hurt or crawl around.

• But you always managed to run away and play around.

• To be more comfortable you took out your cute dresses and wore pants or shorts with a dirty and ripped shirt.

• You met Noé when you were kids.

• You were running around a castle during a party and bumped into him.

• Domi came forward to complain about you running around, but you just shrugged it off and asked if she wanted to climb the tree too.

• Thus you, Noé and Domi were climbing a tree with your cousins.

• You grew up to be a beautiful young lady that despised wearing dresses and skirts.

• You were always seen with shorts or pants, suspenders and a blouse.

• You had your hair short, never passing ear length.

• Many tried to woo you - both because you were gorgeous and because of your status.

• But you always rolled your eyes to them, be it men or women, doesn't matter.

• You always had a stock of sarcastic comments for them.

• Some family members asked if you would be the cat aunt - never marry anyone - it annoyed you a lot.

• Whenever you were upset by those comments, your white haired childhood friend always seemed to have the right words to cheer you up.

• He would say how lovely and gentle you were.

• How he loved your adventurous side and how you stand up for yourself.

• How you would find someone that loved you very much.

• And everytime he said such sweet words you blushed.

• You blushed and sent a snarky comment his way, something like " I could almost believe it if you didn't always had something good to say".

• To your surprise he would always comment how your snarky self had charm too - " see? Even that dry attitude is quite lovely!"

• You scoffed and rolled your eyes, but you had a smile on your face.

• You felt so stupid and small whenever Noé said something sweet and kind to you.

• At moments like those you wished he would scoop you up and take you away.

• That wish made you want to dig up a hole and hide there indefinitely.

• You wondered why he kept babling like that whenever you were put down.

• Little did you know that Noé noticed how happy you got whenever he talked to you.  

• He knew that under that husk of sarcasm you had feelings too.

• What he didn't know was that those feelings were pointed towards himself.

• You were told by you cousins to just be honest to your feelings, but you could never bring yourself to say it.

• To say how much you adored being pampered by him and to have his hand holding yours.

• To say how much you hoped he would twirl you around during a party.

• How you wanted to keep him safe from people, people he did not noticed that wanted to hurt him.

• He was that much of a good soul.

• Always looking for the good in people, including you.

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Thanks for reading! I feel like this is short and very ooc.

I am sorry. I hope this could at least help a bit?

#vanitas no carte x reader #noé vnc x reader #vnc x reader #vnc #vanitas no carte #noe archiviste x reader #noe archiviste

[etherealbelphie]

Everybody Makes Mistakes (Ft. Luke and Barbatos)

Warnings: Spoilers for Obey Me, Luke has a breakdown, Celestial Realm is toxic, possibly gaslighting?

Length: 1.1K words

Genre: Angst, hurt, fluff, comfort.

Summary: Barbatos notices that Luke doesn't seem to be in a good mood today. The reason why breaks his heart.

A/N: I've had this idea for a while. I wanted to explore the father-son-type dynamic Barbatos and Luke have, and this is what it turned into. I'm so sorry for putting Luke through this level of angst, but I hope you still think the story is cool.

I hope I tagged all the right warnings. If you think I should add some, please let me know! I hope you enjoy!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

Luke was often at the Demon Lord’s castle baking alongside the royal butler, but it was rare that he was ever this quiet.  

On one hand, it made it a lot easier to get things done when Luke wasn’t distracted and excitedly bouncing around the kitchen, talking about this and that or how next time they just have to try this new recipe he found.

But Barbatos found that it wasn’t anywhere near as fun.

Their chaotic baking sessions always brightened up the kitchen. Even if the results weren’t perfect, they always had fun.

They made the lonely castle seem full of life.

And though Luke wasn’t any less distracted today, he wasn’t talking at all.

Barbatos found it very unnerving.

He watched out of the corner of his eye as Luke grabbed a measuring cup and started to measure the wrong ingredient.

When he didn’t catch his own mistake, Barbatos intervened.

“Ah, Luke, hang on. That’s meant to be sugar.” Barbatos gently grabbed Luke’s wrist and pulled it away from the missing bowl.

“It’s…huh?” Luke shook his head slightly, snapping out of it and double checking. Sure enough, the container was labelled ‘salt’.

Usually Luke would’ve laughed it off, or perhaps reprimanded Barbatos for treating him like a child (despite the fact that he was).

Today wasn’t the usual sort of day, though.

“Oh,” was the only response he got, then Luke turned away to grab the right container.

Then Barbatos heard a sniffle.

“Luke…?” Barbatos took a few steps towards him, unsure. “Is something the matter?”

Luke whirled around, revealing tears streaming down his red face. “I just can’t do anything right!”

“It was only one mistake,” Barbatos pointed out, taking a few more steps towards the angel.

Luke shook his head, clearly frustrated.

“No, it’s not!” He looked away, furiously scrubbing at his eyes with his sleeve. “I already messed up lots with Michael already, I can’t make any more mistakes!”

“With Michael?” Barbatos asked, prompting Luke to continue.

Luke sniffled. “When I was in the Celestial Realm, Michael asked me to send him stuff when I got back. He wanted some princess poison apple thingies, those cupcakes Asmodeus likes, and three different teas. He also asked me if I could do some baking for a bankquet that he was having next week.”

Luke took a deep breath, steadying his breathing. “He wanted a few dozen cookies with a few different flavors, a cake iced like the photo he sent me, and he asked if I could make some red velvet cupcakes.”

“Oh, was that all?” Barbatos said sarcastically. That seemed like an awful lot to demand of an angel as young as him.

Unfortunately, the sarcasm was completely lost on the child.

“Y-yeah!” Luke’s eyes started to water again, and he plopped down on the floor. He curled up into a ball, swallowing thickly. “It was so easy, and I still messed it up!”

“What happened?” Barbatos asked as he joined him on the ground.

“I-I made chocolate cupcakes instead!” Luke cried, throwing himself into the crook of Barbatos’ shoulder. “I forgot he wanted red velvet!”

“He didn’t write all that down for you?” Barbatos asked in disbelief.

Luke didn’t respond, sobbing.

Barbatos gave up on asking questions for the moment, wrapping his arms around the child as he wept.

“I know you’re not a child,” Barbatos said. It wasn’t true by any means, but it would make Luke feel better. “But as far as angels go, you’re still very young. It’s expected that you’re going to make mistakes. To be honest, I’m surprised Michael was this upset with you.”

Luke sobbed even harder, saying something that was mostly incoherent.

What Barbatos did manage to make out made his blood run cold.

“Wasn’t…can’t…gonna…fall…!”

“Falling? Who said you were going to fall?” Barbatos demanded a bit too harshly, peeling the child off of him to search his face.

“No one told me,” Luke scoffed. “But that’s what happens when angels make mistakes! Lucifer and his brothers and Lilith made a mistake, and they got casted out of heaven!”

“That’s…” Barbatos trailed off while Luke snuggled into him again. That was a gross oversimplification of what had actually happened. And using that twisted version of events to scare young angels into behaving was just disgusting.

Of course, Barbatos couldn’t tell Luke that. Luke was very proud of his role as Michael’s servant, and his home in the celestial realm. Telling him how awful the celestial realm truly was would only cause the angel more distress.

He had to say something, though. He couldn’t let his favorite baking partner think he’d be damned to Hell over cupcakes.

“That’s not what happened,” was what he finally settled on.  

“Huh?” Luke had settled down a little, but he was still trembling.

Barbatos rubbed a hand along Luke’s back, trying to reassure him. “What Lucifer and his siblings did was far…more severe than mixing up a delivery request.”

“What did they do?” Luke asked.

Barbatos sighed. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”

“Why not?”  

Because then you’d see that they were in the right.

“Because it’s not important,” he said instead. “You trust me, don’t you?”

He felt Luke nod.

“Yeah, you’re alright…for a demon…anyways.” He mumbled the last part under his breath.  

Barbatos knew better than to take it personally and chuckled instead. “Then please believe me when I say, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Little slip-ups happen to everyone.” He lowered his voice, his tone almost sly. “Even Michael.”

Luke gasped, pulling back. “What!? No way!”

Barbatos smiled, glad to see Luke wasn’t frowning anymore. “It’s true. Lucifer told me that once, during a very important meeting in the Celestial Realm, Michael spilled an entire cup of coffee on himself.”

 “Michael…he-?” Luke cut himself off, giggling.

Barbatos nodded. “Yes. And would you like to know what I find the most interesting about this story?”

Luke nodded eagerly, wiping the last remaining tears out of his eyes.

“The reason Michael spilled his coffee is because Lucifer startled him…by poking him with a pencil.”

There was a beat of silence before a huge grin spread across Luke’s face, and he burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Barbatos couldn’t help but laugh as well— laughter is contagious.

Suddenly the two were interrupted by a ding.

“Oh! The oven is ready for the cookies!” Luke exclaimed, scrambling to get up from Barbatos’ lap.

“Oof- Ah yes, you’re right.” Barbatos stood up as well, brushing himself off.

He watched as Luke began working on the cookie dough with his usual enthusiasm. He shook his head with a small smile and took his place beside the young angel.

Someday, Luke would be too old to distract that easily.

He’d learn more about the war. He’d learn why the brothers had truly fallen, and he’d learn about the less-than-perfect aspects of the Celestial Realm.

But today wasn’t that day.

No.

Today was the day they perfected their chocolate chip cookie recipe.

#obey me #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me hurt #obey me angst #obey me fluff #obey me comfort #issuing my formal apology to the fandom in advance

[kjack89]

Sunday Spotted

For my bestie who remains strangely besotted with Deuxmoi.

E/R, modern AU.

“Congratulations,” Joly said, setting his phone down on the table next to Grantaire, who drained his coffee before leaning back and offering him a sardonic smile.

“Thanks,” he said, pausing before asking, “Though do I want to know why?”

Joly sat down across from him, his grim expression indicating that his congratulations had been sarcastic. “You made the Sunday Spotted,” he said, a little sourly.

Grantaire arched an eyebrow. “The…what?”

“Sunday Spotted,” Joly repeated, and when Grantaire just stared blankly at him, he sighed and added helpfully, “You know, on Deuxmoi?”

Grantaire blinked. “I know my French is a little rusty, but what in the hell is ‘Two Me’?”

“It’s not ‘two me’, it’s Deuxmoi,” Joly said impatiently. “It’s a gossip site on instagram. Like Page Six for zoomers and millennials. And one of their weekly features is called Sunday Spotted, and it’s where random people send in celebrity sightings.”

“Ok,” Grantaire said slowly. “But, uh, you know I’m not a celebrity, right?”

Joly’s scowl deepened. “You’re not,” he said shortly, swiping on his phone to find a screenshot before sliding his phone across the table to Grantaire. “He is.”

Grantaire glanced down at the screenshot, his bemused look slowly fading into something more like a wince when he saw the photo and the accompanying caption:

“Ah,” he managed, a little weakly.

Joly didn’t look surprised by his reaction. “Unless you want to tell me there’s a different anonymous dark-haired man that Enjolras could be canoodling with at your favorite brunch place…”

He trailed off, and Grantaire shrugged, conspicuously avoiding meeting his eyes. “Last I checked, he was single, so he can canoodle with whomever he wants to.”

“Yeah, but last I checked, the only person he’s ever wanted to canoodle with was you,” Joly said evenly.

Grantaire snorted. “He’s a congressman,” he said dismissively. “He’s probably got interns and lobbyists and closeted senators falling all over themselves to date him. And some of them are probably willing to schlep from DC to the best bottomless mimosa lunch in the West Village.”

“As willing as you are to make the schlep from Queens?” Joly asked archly. “Or are you really going to keep pretending it wasn’t you?”

Grantaire sighed. “If it was me – and I am not copping to that right now – why are you so worked up about it?”

Joly’s scowl returned. “Because this is different than when you and Enjolras were hooking up while he was working as a public defender. Enjolras is considered a rising star in Congress, and there’s bound to be media scrutiny on anyone he’s dating.”

“And you’re worried I would sully his good reputation.”

The sarcasm was practically dripping from every word, and Joly rolled his eyes, before starting, with a bite of impatience, “No, that’s not—”

“Because I don’t know if you realize, but Enjolras doesn’t need any help sullying his reputation, since he’s an independent somewhere to the left of Marx,” Grantaire snapped. “He’s literally the poster child of the liberal elite coming to take the Midwest’s assault weapons and Evangelical Christianity. He makes AOC look positively right-wing. So him having an illicit affair with some no-name bartender isn’t exactly going to do anything to sink his reputation any further.”

“And it’s not his reputation that I’m worried about,” Joly snapped, and when Grantaire blinked at him, he sighed and amended, “Or anyone’s reputation, for that matter.”

“So then what—”

“You really want to see your entire past dragged through the gossip pages?” Joly asked, his voice tight. “The arrests, the drug addiction, the rehab stint…?”

Grantaire swallowed heavily and shrugged, looking away again. “I mean, none of those are exactly a secret,” he mumbled.

Joly shook his head slowly. “But do you really want to read about it in the New York Post with your mugshot splashed next to a picture of Enjolras’s congressional portrait?” he asked quietly. “Is hooking up with Enjolras really worth all of that?”

Grantaire shrugged again. “Maybe it is.”

Joly sighed. “Grantaire—”

Grantaire met his gaze squarely. “Because maybe it’s not just hooking up this time.”

Joly’s expression flickered. “Did Enjolras say that, or is this just wishful thinking?”

Grantaire half-smiled. “Or maybe a little bit of both?”

But Joly didn’t smile, just sighing again before telling Grantaire, as earnestly as he could manage, “Look, you know I love you, and I love Enjolras, and there is no one in the world who wants you two to be happy more than me.”

“I don’t know, Combeferre might’ve given you a run for your money, once upon a time at least,” Grantaire said.

Joly ignored him. “But like I said, you’re no longer sneaking around and hooking up when the worst thing that could happen was Enjolras getting a slap on the wrist for associating with an ex-felon.” He took a deep breath. “So if there is any chance of being something more, or, frankly, anything at all, you and Enjolras need to have a conversation about what that actually means. For both of you.”

Grantaire sighed heavily. “Yeah,” he said, a little sourly. “Because if there’s anything that Enjolras and I are good at, it’s talking about our feelings.”

— — — — —

“Are you familiar with Deuxmoi?” Grantaire asked as he let himself into his apartment.

Enjolras glanced up from where he was reading the New York Times on the couch. “Is that a Franglish term for ‘fuck me’?” he asked, tilting his head back automatically for Grantaire to drop a kiss on to his lips. “Because it’s not a particularly good one.”

Grantaire waved a dismissive hand as he sank down onto the couch next to him. “No, it’s an instagram thing.”

“Right, because you know me, I am particularly involved with social media,” Enjolras said, already returning to the newspaper.

But Grantaire tugged it out of his hands, tossing it down on the coffee table. “You should be,” he said. “Per Politico, you’re one of the most social media-savvy politicians.”

Enjolras barked a laugh. “I happen to have a very excellent team,” he said, shifting so that he was facing Grantaire. “Once I told Courfeyrac he could have free reign over my Twitter account, I haven’t had to give it a single thought.”

“Don’t forget instagram and TikTok,” Grantaire murmured, leaning in to kiss him. “You’re a viral sensation.”

But Enjolras stopped him with a light hand on his chest. “Is this conversation going somewhere, or…?”

Grantaire sighed, sitting back. “We were spotted.”

“Spotted?”

“At the Musain,” Grantaire said sourly. “Someone submitted a picture of us – or, well, you, and a blurry shot of the back of my head – to a gossip site.”

Enjolras nodded slowly. “I’m assuming this would be the ‘Deuxmoi’ in question?”

“Got it in one.”

Something darkened in Enjolras’s expression. “So, let me guess, Combeferre got to you? Gave you a stern talking-to about dragging me down and sullying my good reputation?”

Grantaire half-smiled. “Actually, no. It was Joly. And he wasn’t so much worried about your reputation as he was about, well, mine.” He shrugged in a way that seemed to be aiming for nonchalance. “Or lack thereof.”

Enjolras’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t like the sound of this.”

“Neither do I, but unfortunately, this means we probably need to have a conversation that we’ve been putting off for, oh, ten or so years now.”

Grantaire said it heavily, and Enjolras went very still. “Let me guess, the ‘what are we’ conversation?”

“No,” Grantaire said firmly, reaching out for Enjolras’s hand and lacing their fingers together. “You and I know what we are. We’ve always known.”

Enjolras smiled slightly, lifting their entwined hands to kiss Grantaire’s knuckles. “Then what?”

Grantaire took a deep breath. “Are we doing this thing for real?” Enjolras froze and Grantaire swallowed before barreling forward. “Because you know that I am happy to be your anonymous dark-haired man for as long as you’ll have me. But eventually, someone’s going to figure out who I am. And while we may know exactly who we are and what there is between us, it is long past time we decided if we want the entire world to know as well.”

Enjolras wet his lips before asking quietly, “Do you want the entire world to know?”

“That’s not really the point—”

“It is,” Enjolras said. “It’s exactly the point. Because if you think that I’m the one hesitating, that I’ve been hesitating at any point of this past decade, you’re out of your mind.”

Grantaire barked a laugh before scrubbing a hand across his mouth. “That’s awfully ableist of you, Congressman.”

Enjolras gave him a look. “It’d be more so if you weren’t the one who describes your mental illness as, and I quote, ‘Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs’ to anyone who will listen.”

“Fair enough.”

“But seriously, I was ready to sign a disclosure statement with New York County back when I was in the PD’s office, acknowledging my relationship with a known felon,” Enjolras said, “especially someone whose only felony was for stopping a police officer from beating me to death.”

Grantaire’s expression darkened. “I did a little more than stop him.”

Enjolras didn’t bother arguing that point. “And you’ve never been arrested for or implicated in a violent crime since then.”

Grantaire sighed. “Fine, but there’s also the misdemeanors—”

“A couple of possession charges and one very memorable public intoxication charge, if memory serves,” Enjolras said dismissively.

“—And the rehab and everything else,” Grantaire finished. “Joly may not be worried about your reputation, but I am. I always have been.” He hesitated before adding, “Because if even if you and I know who we are and what we are to each other, that doesn’t change the fact that you deserve better.”

Enjolras just shrugged. “Maybe. But I want you.”

Grantaire eyed him warily. “So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying fuck Deuxmoi,” Enjolras said, with the kind of savage fervor he normally only saved for political speeches. “Fuck Page Six. Fuck Perez Hilton, if that’s even still a thing.” He squeezed Grantaire’s hand. “Let’s do this.”

Grantaire stared at him. “You’re serious.”

“Sure. The central theme of my reelection campaign was going to be about funding for community support networks to prevent recidivism in violent offenders.” Enjolras leaned in and kissed his cheek. “What better excuse than to talk about my personal support for a formerly violent felon?”

Grantaire rolled his eyes. “I’m hardly the poster boy for this. My privilege—”

“—Is exactly what’s important to highlight,” Enjolras said simply. “You had the opportunities and support you needed because of your privilege, and it’s why it’s vital to extend those opportunities and support to those without your privilege.”

Shaking his head slowly, Grantaire bit his lip before saying hesitantly, “I don’t know…”

“I’m also happy not mentioning you at all publicly, and just going on with our lives, but I’d rather we got ahead of the inevitable attempts at scandal.” Enjolras shrugged. “But it’s up to you. Whatever you want to do. Just as long as we can still be us, that’s all I care about.”

Grantaire hesitated before asking, “Will I have to move to DC?”

Enjolras laughed. “Fuck no,” he said, kissing Grantaire before adding, “Let me have the excuse to leave that swamp as often as humanly possible.”

Grantaire smiled, cupping Enjolras’s cheek with his free hand and running his thumb across Enjolras’s cheek before saying simply, “Then ok. Let’s do it.”

Enjolras grinned. “Really?”

Grantaire nodded. “Really.”

Enjolras turned his head to kiss the palm of Grantaire’s hand before saying, “Then I’ll text Courf. Have him start working on a statement.

He grabbed his phone to do just that, and Grantaire waited patiently for him to finish before tugging Enjolras into his lap. “Great. And while he does that, you and I can do a little work of our own—” He was interrupted by Enjolras’s phone buzzing. “You can’t tell me that he’s drafted a statement already.”

Enjolras just laughed. “Knowing Courf, he’s had a dozen different drafts on file just for this moment, but…” He swiped his phone open, his brow furrowing. “Ah. We’re going in a different direction.”

Grantaire’s eyes narrowed. “What does that mean?”

Enjolras shrugged. “Courfeyrac says there’s some kind of trending meme on Twitter that’s perfect for this. “

“Do I want to know?”

“Probably not,” Enjolras murmured, leaning in to kiss Grantaire. “I’m just going to take his word for it.”

Grantaire kissed him back before asking, “Will you at least let me see?”

Enjolras rolled his eyes but obediently handed his phone over. “Sure. He claims this’ll work.”

Grantaire frowned down at the picture on the phone before shrugging. “Well. Good luck with that.” He turned his attention back to Enjolras. “Now, where were we?”

He tossed Enjolras’s phone down without taking another look at the tweet that Courfeyrac had sent over.

#exr #enjolras x grantaire #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #joly #fanfiction #les miserables #modern au #politics au #sort of in a vague sense #developing relationship #social media #tomfoolery

[fandomwritingbit]

Little scene post-What A Way To Make A Living.

This is just a little dialogue of William and Henry having a chat. Its sfw but takes place after the smut What A Way To Make A Living so has links to dirty stuff. Swearing though, as always and some English slang. Bit of mean spirited craic too. they/them pronouns used when referring to y/n.

Henry approached William who was sitting in his office, it’d only been two days since the bastard got back from Menorca but he was already getting up William’s skirt.

“What is it now, Henry? I’m trying to balance these expense accounts.” There was irritation to his tone, but truth be told he was glad of the distraction. These numbers were some of the most depressing shit he’d ever read.

“You really need to start being nicer to the employees, Will. They’re only doing their jobs.” Henry sighed, he’d come here after hearing another complaint against his co-owner.

“Here we go again. Get lost, you’re not my mam. You don’t get to tell me off for being mean to the other kids at school.” The sarcasm rolled easily from him, this wasn’t the first time they’d had this chat - far from it.

“Mean is precisely the right word. I heard from Paul that you were bollocking y/n in your office last week. Come on, they’ve not put a foot out of line since they started!” There was disbelief in Henry's voice. 

William couldn’t help but snicker, so it was a bollocking Paul had heard? His sniggering progressed to full on chuckling as he thought about that encounter. 

“It’s not funny.” Henry chastised. 

“Nah trust me on this one Henry, mate. This is fucking hilarious.”

His laughter dies down as he thinks for a moment, ignoring his co-worker’s head shaking in disapproval. 

“Seriously though, we should give them a raise. They’re carrying the whole floor staff at the moment.” 

“Y/n? I thought you didn't like them?” Henry’s eyes narrowed. “To quote you about a month ago: ‘all they do is bum off everyone and the whole lot of yous fawn over them” He mocked William with raised hands and a much heavier accent.

Will smirked, sometimes he could be fucking funny.

“Come on, Emily. I still think that. But if I’m being nice to everyone now, I might as well start rewarding the ones that work hard.” 

“Alright, fine. How much then?” He’d given up at this point.

“A fair bit, mate! Jesus.” Afton put on a condescending tone.

“Okay, if we’re giving out raises: Ishaan should get one too, he’s been doing all the-”

“Nah not him.” William cut him off. “He’s a right cunt. Rough as Hell too.”

Henry raised his hands in disbelief. 

“So, let me get this straight. You’re only giving raises based on the ones you find sexually attractive?” Henry had never been so done in his life.

“Bang on the money, Emily. Don’t know how you do it.” He replied sarcastically. “Actually, now that I think about it. Isn’t it about time you took a pay cut?” 

“Annnd go fuck yourself, Afton.” Henry left the room after he spoke, he’d made a bad decision hanging out this ponce at college. 

#william afton #henry emily #william afton x you #william afton x reader

[thesunandmoons-blog]

something.

here’s some imperium huxley for the amazing ppl who love him sm 🥺

tags : @gavinsdeviant @sealriously-sealrious @halo-arcane26 @aeruh 

cw/tw : imperium!huxley, insults, light banter, they aren’t friends rn lol

Word count : 790

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : imperium!huxley / freelancer

if you wanna read it on ao3!! 

It hadn’t been long that Freelancer had been attending the Imperium’s safeplace academy. Even with the short amount of time they’ve been there, they’ve tried to keep themself in the dark and out of everyone’s way, besides President Moore. Being Human-Borne didn’t allow them to stay in the dark to him, which in return made it difficult to keep on the down low. 

Even though they didn’t want or crave all of the attention that their classmates gave them, behind their back of course, it was still catching the attention of a certain Earth Elemental.

The one and only who greeted the Freelancer and the Incubus at the (unofficially labeled by Gavin and Freelancer) Gates of Hell, or Hell’s equivalent. 

Huxley. 

At that time it had been obvious that Huxley didn’t... favor Gavin. Huxley seemed pretty deterred to any demon or daemon in general, but didn’t hold as much dislike for the Freelancer. Sure, he didn’t really give a shit that they were Human-Borne, but he did like that they weren’t a d(a)emon!

It had been a pretty cloudy day, the Freelancer having taken a seat on a bench near one of the Human-Borne buildings, trying to get a paper typed and turned in on time for one of their classes. They could almost feel a small rumble in the ground, heavy footsteps approaching. Freelancer kept their eyes low, trying to sense who was approaching without taking their eyes off of the screen. 

The bench almost shifted a bit as the unknown figure took a hefty seat next to them, arm slung over the back of the metal bench. “What, not even gonna say hello? Damn, Freelancer, thought you’d be nicer than that after hearing all of the nice shit the President has to say about you.” Huxley scoffed, letting the words drip from his lips like venom. Even if they weren’t meant to be as harsh as they were, that’s exactly how they took it. 

The Freelancer wanted nothing more than some alone time- was that too much to ask? After everything they’ve been having to go through just to survive in this god forsaken place, they definitely deserved at least a little bit of time to themself. But along came Huxley to ruin all of the not fun they’d been having. 

“To whom do I owe the pleasure, Huxley? Do you need something? What did I do this time?” The venom dripped off of the Freelancer’s lips just as easily as it did Huxley’s, but theirs was much intended to be that way. With a soft sigh and slump of their shoulders, they turn their torso to give Huxley their full attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to be rude. I’ve just got a lot on my plate right now- I’m sure you understand, being at the top of your class and all.”

He quirked a brow at them, head tilting back a bit. “Yeah, we all have it hard right now- midterms and shit. Not kicking my ass too bad though- since I’m at the top of my class, as you mentioned. Pretty easy for a guy like me, but not sure that’s too easy for someone like you, Freelancer.” With a roll of their eyes, they turned their attention back to the laptop seated on their thighs, shaking their head. “Okay, well, if you have anything encouraging or nice to say, let me know. I’m trying to write up this paper, and I’m really trying to keep my A average right now. You disrupting that isn’t helping, by the way.” The sarcasm was thick in their words, almost taking Huxley back. 

Huxley wasn’t ever the one on the recieving end of conversations like this. Usually he was the one dishing out the sarcastic remarks and condescending tone, but he was getting it back ten-fold from some Human-Borne. Tch, not on his fucking watch. 

Before he could get any last words to leave his lips, Freelancer shut their laptop with a gentle click, shoving it back into their bookbag and standing to their feet. “Well, thanks for the wonderful company, Huxley, but I’ve gotta run to class. Maybe there I’ll manage to finish my paper without interruptions.” Again, this was new for him. He never- and I mean NEVER- on this end of the conversation. He was speechless.

And they just sauntered off like it was nothing, the bag strap slung over their shoulder. 

They intrigued him. Now that they’d been stuck in the Imperium, they were finally learning to carve some kind of a backbone for themself, and Huxley was kind of impressed by it. Freelancer wasn’t some poor, lost soul who couldn’t truly stand up for themself anymore.

They were finally becoming something. 

#redacted asmr #redacted huxley #redacted freelancer #redacted imperium #redacted imperium huxley

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction || He Thinks You’re Cheating [Request]

CHAN:

Trust was everything in your relationship between you and Chan, you trusted him to go off and tour the world and you thought he trusted you to be loyal to him but lately, he'd been acting so odd around you. Since you were working more often than not lately it had been getting harder to spend time with your boyfriend who was already busy enough without you throwing your schedule into the mix. 

"You've been working all week and you're telling me you don't have the weekend off?" You could hear just how annoyed he was about you cancelling your weekend together but you couldn't help it when your boss was behind which meant your whole department was behind and had to stay to help him out.

"My boss is behind Chan, you know what that means." You sighed as you tried to get it through to him but he just began sighing and shaking his head despite you not being in the same room as him, 

"I do, it means my own girlfriend is making excuses. Look, if you're sleeping with the guy let me know so I can get over this quickly," He snapped before hanging up the phone leaving you shocked as you stared down at the mobile in your hands, instead of staying to work you made an excuse of being sick and left without another word. Heading straight to the dorms to figure this out with Chan, there was no way he could get away with accusing you of something like that and leaving without another word. 

"You think I would cheat on you?" You questioned as you walked through the door, he was home alone as he glanced up from his laptop, 

"You've decided to grace me with your presence!" The sarcasm oozed from his voice as you rolled your eyes at him, you didn't want this to turn into some stupid fight that was over nothing. 

"There's nothing going on between me and my boss," You spoke calmly knowing that if you got angry he would double down on his thoughts about cheating. 

"Please, all that time you spend with him? All the 'extra hours'." He said sarcastically as he air quoted his words but you shook your head, sitting down on the sofa and sighing as he continued to rant about all the time you'd been spending at work lately but you couldn't hold it back anymore. 

"I work all the time because I need to pay my bills Chan! My stupid landlord raised my rent and I can't afford it!" You finally cried out, admitting to him that you were struggling with money as tears ran down your face,

"I would never cheat on you, I would never do anything to hurt you," You sobbed into your hands as you finally broke down, the weight of being almost kicked out and dumped hitting you all at once but as soon as Chan saw you crying he cradled you in his arms.

"Y/n I'm so sorry, I-I didn't think." He whispered as he continued to soothe you, rubbing your back as you cried into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He whispered as he rocked you back and forth,

"I didn't want you to try and help, you always try and give me money you know I can't take," You sniffled as he held you closer to him, not letting you go for even a second as he rocked you. 

"Then how about I don't give you money...I-I buy us a place together..." He suggested as he pulled away to look into your eyes, you frowned wondering if he meant it but he smiled at you and that smile could relax you every moment of every day. 

"Think about it first," He whispered, kissing you softly before going to make you a hot drink and get you some food.

MINHO:

It came as no surprise to you when Minho thought you were cheating on him with one of his members, you were close with all of the boys but Minho was a little insecure when it came to relationships but you didn't blame him since his ex cheated on him. 

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" You questioned as he sat across from you on the bed in his bedroom, Felix and you had been asleep on the sofa together when he walked in. 

"I-I don't know, yes." He was stuttering as he spoke to you and you knew it was past experiences clouding his judgement so you couldn't hold it against him, 

"I walked in and you were asleep...H-He had his arm around you, you were snuggled against him and I-"

"We fell asleep watching a movie Minnie," You cooed as you reached out to touch him, trying to relax him but he moved his hand away from yours and shook his head. 

"You never cuddle like that, if he's just a friend you shouldn't have cuddled like that," You knew it looked bad to someone who had been in a situation where they had been cheated on before and you knew there was nothing you could say to him that would put his mind at ease.

"There would never be anything between Lix and I, he's like a little brother to me." You whispered as you nudged his hand, taking it into yours and locking your fingers together as he sighed. 

"She's right...We didn't mean to sleep like that, we were watching a movie and we just got too comfortable," Minho looked at you both and then back to looking at just you, searching in your eyes for any indication that you were lying, he knew you were never a very good liar and as soon as he saw how upset you were he hugged you. 

"I'm sorry." He whispered over and over again while you tried to convince him that it was fine, he didn't outright accuse you and that you understood why he was so scared about it. 

CHANGBIN:

Changbin wasn't normally the over protective snoop through your phone kind of guy but as of late he'd been getting anxious about your relationship, whenever you were together you were always on your phone, laughing or smiling at it while you text back and forth with someone and whenever Changbin would ask what it was about you would shoot him down but he'd had enough of it, he needed to make sure you weren't cheating on him. 

"Binnie?" You gasped as you walked back into the bedroom to find him trying to unlock your phone but it looked as though he didn't know the password to your phone as he struggled,

"What are you doing?" You snatched your phone away from him placing it down onto the bed as you stared at him waiting for some kind of excuse but he was done,

"I want to know who you've been texting so much, who's making you smile this much..." You could hear the hurt in his voice as he said it to you, you knew he'd been desperate to see what you were doing but it was supposed to be a surprise, 

"It's no one Binnie, please just sit down." You tried to calm him but he stepped away from you shaking his head as tears welled up in his eyes, 

"No, you're cheating on me...Aren't you? That's the reason you hide your phone and you're always laughing and smiling at it." He was blowing everything out of proportion and you knew that it was only going to get worse the more you denied it or told him that he was imagining things.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining it, I'm not. I see you all of the time," You knew how bad it must have looked so you sighed at him, shaking your head as you handed him your phone. 

"The password is your birthday," You whispered waiting for him to see who you had been texting all of this time behind his back and you saw the blush creep onto his cheeks. 

"Wooyoung and I were planning on bringing him to the dorms to surprise you," You admitted as he read through the messages, finding memes of Changbin back and forth to one another, 

"See...Nothing is going on behind your back but you better act surprised when Wooyoung gets here tomorrow," You pouted as you sat down on the bed with Changbin, he hugged you tightly whispering to you how sorry he was for accusing you of something so harsh.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin had been under the impression that when you said that you were going to lunch with a coworker it meant you were going to be with another female co-worker but when he walked by your local cafe to see you sitting with another man he freaked out in the inside, coming up with all the ways you would be cheating on him. 

"You're being overdramatic, I would never cheat on you least of all with Rylan," You laughed at the thought of it but Hyunjin wasn't finding any of this funny, all he could picture was you and Rylan sitting so close to one another, you were almost sitting in his lap. 

"You could have been kissing him! You were practically sat on him!" He yelled out making you roll your eyes, you knew Hyunjin was dramatic but you didn't expect him to overdramatise everything that happened in your life.

"There wasn't much space, I sat close to him so a woman with a baby could get in," You tried to defend yourself but Hyunjin was already clear in his mind what was happening behind his back even if it wasn't true. 

"So you just so happened not to tell me you were going out with a male for lunch?"

"I didn't think it was a big deal, you eat with girls at work all of the time and I don't get jealous and accuse you of cheating," You snapped as he stared at you, scoffing at the thought.

"Because I would never-"

"Neither would I," You cut him off before laughing to yourself at the thought of Rylan asking you on a date, 

"What's so funny?" Hyunjin mumbled as he looked at you but you shook your head, 

"It's just Rylan...I'm not really his type." You laughed again but Hyunjin still wasn't laughing, 

"You're more of his type..." As soon as the words left your mouth a blush crept onto Hyunjin's cheeks as he realised what you meant and you smiled. 

"S-So you're not-"

"No, I'm not." You laughed again and this time Hyunjin nervously joined in as you shook your head at him, giving him a kiss as you smiled weakly. 

"You have to trust me," You whispered, locking your hands together as he nodded his head at you.

JISUNG:

Jisung's whole body froze as he stared down into the bin in your bathroom, he felt sick to his core as he saw the three pregnancy sticks poking out from the bin. Neither of you had been together intimately yet so he was going through every emotion in his body at the thought of you sleeping with someone else when you were supposed to be with him.

"Can you find it?" You laughed as Jisung didn't come straight back from the bathroom, he'd headed in there to get you the first aid kit so you could have a plaster for a small papercut but when he didn't respond you giggled and went hunting for him,

"Did you get lost? You practically live in my apartment you couldn't have gotten lost," All the while Jisung's eyes began to fill with tears as he saw the three positive tests sitting there,

"Babe? Everything okay?" You giggled walking into the bathroom and froze in place when you caught what he was looking at but you knew where his mind was going to go if it wasn't already there.

"I can explain-"

"How you have three pregnancy tests in your bin when we haven't had sex and been dating for two months...Go on. Explain that one to me." You knew where his mind was but you couldn't let him believe for one second that they were yours, you'd only bought them but you didn't take them.

"They're not mine," He scoffed as he tried to move past you to get out of your small bathroom but you wouldn't move out of his way not wanting him to believe that it was yours and storm off in the other direction. 

"That's the oldest excuse in the book," He mumbled still attempting to move away from you and ignore you but you grabbed onto his hand pleading with him to stay with you but he was already set in his way. 

"They're not mine! I promise, my friend came around earlier and she took three," You pulled at his hand to try and make him believe you but he wouldn't look at you, 

"Jisung, you know I can't lie to you. You know when I'm lying look at me," You begged but he struggled out of your grasp and began making his way to your apartment door when it opened suddenly and your best friend stormed her way in, 

"I need another one, I don't....It can be wrong three times right!" She cried out as she walked into the bathroom with another pregnancy test in her hand, you stared up at Jisung who was a little shocked. 

"They really aren't yours?" You shook your head as you walked over to him, looking into his eyes and pouting when you saw how much he had been crying. 

"I would never do anything to hurt you Jisung...I'm in love with you and only you," You whispered to him as you stood up on your tip-toes to kiss him, pulling away when you heard the toilet flushing. 

"Go and make a hot drink? I need to calm her down." You whispered to him as you patted his chest softly. 

FELIX:

Rumours were everywhere in the industry and hard to be avoided especially when you were dating someone who was in a popular K-pop band, while you were someone who just introduced acts on Korean variety shows normally you and Felix would do your best to ignore the rumours but lately they'd gotten worse. Branching for a hidden pregnancy to you cheating on Felix with another band member but you knew it was to get attention for the new show the boys were taking part in. Felix had come backstage accusing you of sleeping with Wooyoung when he saw the articles, he wanted you to be honest with him but when you tried he shot you down.

"Don't be an idiot Felix, why would I ever sleep with someone else?" You questioned as you stood backstage at the music core set getting ready to go on stage with Hyunjin but Felix was being paranoid, 

"So I'm an idiot?!" You sighed as you heard him say this, you knew he was angry and just blowing everything out of proportion, that morning there had been an article claiming that you were dating Member Wooyoung from Ateez which couldn't have been further from the truth. The two of you were long term friends and your friendship grew closer since you and Changbin were also close with one another. 

"Lixie, I would never cheat on you. Wooyoung is a friend," You whispered as you tried to kiss his cheek but he moved out of the way so that you would miss, 

"Lix...Do you really think I would go behind your back on something like this?" The look on his face made your heart feel like it was breaking into pieces, he shouldn't have to think about it he should just know you would never even think of cheating on him.

"I've got to go," You mumbled as they began calling your name, you moved away from him and headed onto the stage, putting on the biggest smile you could manage before presenting. 

(X)

The show ended and Felix was still standing in your changing room but you didn't want to fight with him over something that wasn't real and you didn't want to start something now. 

"Look. I haven't cheated on you, the closest I've ever been is when I had a dream I kissed the monopoly man but that's it Lixie...You have to believe me that there is nothing going on between me and Wooyoung." He nodded his head as he got up from the sofa and hugged you tightly in his arms, apologising for believing in the rumours when he should have believed you first.

SEUNGMIN:

"What do you expect me to do!?" Seungmin yelled from across the living room of your shared apartment, he'd walked into the apartment to find you and Jeongin sitting close to one another and acting suspiciously as soon as he came home.

"Trust me! Trust me enough to know I would never cheat on you," You yelled back at him hoping he would see how hurt you were from the accusation but he was past seeing how hurt you were, he could feel his heart breaking at the thought of you sleeping with Jeongin behind his back. 

"I should have seen it coming! You're always so close with one another, laughing and joking about things, having secrets!" You rolled your eyes as he listed things that all friends did with one another but because it was you and Jeongin it obviously meant there was something else going on between you when there clearly wasn't.

"He's a friend Seungmin, you're being ridiculous," You sighed as you looked up at him but he was still shaking his head, thinking of all the signs he should have seen before it got to this point.

"Do you guys sleep together behind my back? Do you sneak around to the dorms to see him when I'm not there?!"

"Enough!" You finally screamed out, throwing your hands up into the air as you stormed away from Seungmin, grabbing the plans you and Jeongin had been working on for months. 

"You want to know what we've been doing?!" You snapped, storming back into the living room and dropping the papers onto the coffee table so he could see everything laid out in front of him, 

"That! We've been planning a surprise birthday party for you," You yelled as you showed him all of the documents of what you had planned, the room you'd booked, the invitations, the guests, everything was there in black and white for him and you saw the look of regret hit his face. 

"So no, I'm not cheating on you with one of your best friends, we were trying to do something nice for you." As soon as the realisation hit him was when he began to apologise for ruining the plans and accusing you of cheating on him, telling you that he would pretend to be as surprised as he could on the day of the party.

JEONGIN:

"It's nothing, you're taking things out of context," You tried to tell your boyfriend as he continued to pace back and forth in your living room, he was red in the face with anger and had been since he'd seen photos of you hugging and kissing another man,

"They saw you! They saw you hug and kiss him!" Jeongin yelled as you stared up at him from your apartment sofa, he'd come to your apartment after you'd dropped your cousin off at the airport. Fans and reporters had seen you kiss your cousin and put two and two together to get five as they began spreading rumours of you sleeping and dating someone else that wasn't Jeongin. 

"Jeongin...Please," You sighed rubbing your temples as your headache was beginning to set in from all the yelling he was doing, Jeongin had no idea who the boy in the photos was but he was upset when he saw the photos of you kissing the guy. His mind instantly clicking to your cheating on him instead of looking at the larger picture when you'd previously told him you were spending the weekend with your cousin, 

"You could have just told me you wanted to see other people! It would have hurt a lot less," The way his voice broke, broke your heart and you rushed to him hugging him tightly as you tried to reassure him that it was nothing. He sat down on the edge of the sofa crying into your arms as you held onto him tightly kissing his cheeks,

"He's my cousin, I kissed his cheek, he hugged me and that is all because he's my cousin." You repeated it over and over again until he finally began to believe you, you knew how hard it must have been with all of the rumours and photos that made it look like something it wasn't so you weren't going to hold it against him, 

"I love you Innie...Nothing happened, I promise." You kissed his lips softly and he kissed you back, apologising for even accusing you of something like that.

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