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vamphrrr · 3 months

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Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Flirting with Eyeless Jack

yay another mini series for creepypasta stuff (other being that date night series i did a while back.. i was going to do another character for that but i got most of the characters done that i can comfortably write romantic for) anyways,... uhuhuhuh this is just an excuse for me to write something for my boy

honestly as much as i love the idea of jack being a really huge flirt in contrast to him being a hermit and even before that not being that social/socially experienced i love the "oblivious character" trope way more so hes being oblivious today on this blog

the type to look at you for a minute after you say a flirty joke or pick up line, totally not understanding that you're flirting with him.. probably asks you to explain the joke or line because hes genuinely stumped at what youre saying

if you wanna see that boy blush youre going to have to be blunt and straight forward... though sometimes he'll realize your flirting hours later when hes laying in bed; long after youve left to go home

definitely the type to have his blush reach his ears and neck... since hes ice cold normally, his face feels weirdly warm when you touch it.. not weirdly as in "its too warm" weirdly as in "oh hes usually freezing cold this is weird seeing him warm for once"

i dont think he would be a good flirt... like yeah sure he can make the most basic pick up lines work, the ones that everyone knows.. and he can pump just enough confidence into his words to come off as attractive

that sounded mean but i hope you guys know what i mean

...though pathetic men who have no swag are also cute

point aside, when it comes to actively trying to flirt back hes pretty much helpless

so hes at your mercy..

i think hes the type to get quiet when hes being flirted with and knows hes being flirted with... although hes already a quiet person

not that he doesnt like your advances or appreciates them..! he just feels a little put on the spot... also add in the fact hes very much self loathing and constantly wondering what you see in him and why you stick around the literal man eating monster.. loads of thoughts going through his head, you know?

im gonna be evil. let that boy have this sad look on his face when you're really going at it because the thoughts above are getting really loud in his skull

honestly i dont think you can ever really get rid of those thoughts no matter how much you try to reassure him

not leaving this on a sweet note im thinking of angst now

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack imagine #eyeless jack headcanon

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crimsonji · 1 year

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*slides into your asks* KAZ KAZ KAZ!!! HIIII!! I SAW YOU TAKING REQUESTS FOR SCARA??? Well I have a crack-ish idea xD could i request him together with a very oblivious crush? I want to see him pulling his hair out in frustration at when the reader can't read the room or like:

“where u flirting with me?"

“idiot. Ive been trying to do so for months.”

-kinda vibes 😂😂😂 tho dont force yourself if u cant write these~ I understand SO HAVE A GOOD DAY AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELD UEUEUEUE!! ILY /p

- Jade 👻

୨୧ wanderer has a crush but reader is oblivious

ft. wanderer x gn!reader

cw: fluff, wrote this in 40 mins brainrotting lmao, wanderer calls you stupid, gave up on formatting bcus IM TIRED

>> 🍁 kazuha’s musings : augh I cannot will myself to draw rn so this is like the perfect ask I can use to word vomit. anyways YES OBLIVIOUS X OBV INTO THEM IS MY FAVOURITE THING EVER.

Wanderer has already signed his death wish once he accidentally fell head over heels for you, and it’s so frustrating how every single thing you do is so breathtaking to him—and he doesn’t even have a breath to begin with.

He’s so torn up about his feelings, a part of him wants to know how you feel about him, if you also stay up on cold nights wondering how your warm hand would feel against his cold skin, or the events of his travels with you replaying in his mind until he ultimately falls asleep.

Maybe he’ll never know that, because unfortunately for Wanderer, you’re the biggest idiot he’s ever met in his life. When the wanderer had accepted his newfound feelings for you, the only way he knew to react was to treat you with a meaner attitude. Yet his mannerisms were different—maybe even caring at times?

He has a habit of insulting people due to his huge superiority complex, but Wanderer just insults you whenever you do anything he finds attractive. Like, “Why are you smiling so much? It looks stupid on you.” or “What, are you just so happy to be in the presence of a creation the equivalent of a god? Wh— you are? …Shut up already, lowly human.”

His mean comments tread on the line of flirtatious overtime, and he grimaces whenever you just brush it off as his usual bitter personality. He’s weirdly good at finding back-handed ways to compliment you, “Your cooking tastes good, I bet I could do better, though.” and it pisses him off when you give him the same oblivious look every time—you idiot, when will you realize he adores every single thing about you?! Not like he’s been very apparent himself, though…

One time the Wanderer had picked some flowers and almost shyly handed you to them, anxiously waiting for your reaction as he held out the Sumeru roses in front of you “Hey, you like flowers, right? …Since you’ve done so much for me, here… ?! Why are you just gawking at me like that—? Take it already or I’m throwing them away.” Yet your response made the Wanderer want to dissolve right then and there, smiling and taking the bouquet from his hands, Wanderer nearly shivering at the faint contact of your fingertips against his.

“Thank you, Wanderer.”

“…Idiot.”

Oh archons, Wanderer’s really dug himself into a hole. And what’s even more frustrating is that you don’t even see any romantic intentions in the random flowers he gives you, something that had became a daily occurrence. But no way in hell was Wanderer gonna swallow his pride and straight up TELL you he likes you, he’d rather die than do that.

Tbh the progression of how much more romantic or affectionate his actions become is almost depressing to see, the only thing Wanderer receiving is a tilt of the head and a cute smile—not like that wasn’t enough of a reward for him, anyway, but those stupid horribly enchanting eyes of yours gave away how dense you were being to his feelings!!!!

At some point all of this has just been bubbling up under the surface of his chest, so on one fateful night, some of the Wanderer’s feelings finally slip past his lips. You had set up a campsite for the night, the calm fire that gurgled and popped emitting a kind warmth and light that perfectly reflected off your features—you looked really pretty right now, you always did. These thoughts regularly came to Wanderer’s mind, and he used to adamantly push them away, but he’s long accepted this horrible thing called ‘affection’— so these bubbling thoughts continued to drift and be pondered upon his mind.

“…You’re pretty.” he whispers

He watches you perk your head, turning to the man with wide-eyes from where he sat a reasonable distance away from you. “Huh?”

Wanderer scoffed, repeating himself louder this time “I said—you’re pretty.”

You paused, lips parted but the words fell dead on your tongue. He narrowed his eyes at you, he wasn’t gonna confess, not today, but he’s sick of seeing that dumb look on your face all the time.

“…Thank you?” he only grimaced more at your usual response.

“You know what I mean when I say that, right?”

You shook your head “Not really, but I’m glad that you don’t hate me as much as you used to.”

Now it was his turn to pause, that same dumbfounded look now on his face. Since when did you think he hated you? “Idiot, who said I hated you? I’m the same level as an omnipotent god, I could have discarded you a long time ago… and besides…”

“Besides what?”

The Wanderer bit his lip, why is he hesitating? Is he scared? No, no, that can’t be, you’re just a lowly human, is all, a beautifully wonderful human… “You’re, well, not horrible to talk to, and even if you act stupid sometimes I—

—I guess that’s what makes me so attracted to you.”

…

“Are you flirting with me?”

Holy shit. A part of Wanderer just wanted to take back everything he just said from how dumb you sounded, but holy shit! You noticed, finally. He couldn’t help the wide smirk when he got a taste of what you looked like when you were blushing, the red tint blooming across your cheeks. He chuckled, leisurely crossing his leg over and folding his arms smugly;

“Have been for the past few months, but thanks for noticing.”

#[🍁] kazuha's haiku collection #[💌] letters of songbird #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin

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joelswritingmistress · 5 months

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You Scare Me, Professor: Chapter 3

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Eventually Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

It was official. I was crushing on my professor. It made the seven-thirty class on Tuesdays and Thursdays all the more enjoyable - icing on an already delicious cake, if you will.

Partway into the second class I had with him I realized that I hadn't been taking notes. My mind had been so in tune with what he had been saying, or more of how he was saying it, that I had simply forgotten to write down all the main points. Still, I was engaged. I was listening.

Dr. Miller stopped me again on my walk out. With each interaction I managed to keep my cool a little more; I was able to engage in conversation and harness the beast of lust that had suddenly taken over my inner psyche. I wasn't used to it - the the erratic and irrational thoughts; the desire to throw any self-control I possessed out the window. It gave my rather boring life a little spark that I welcomed more with each passing day.

As I was about to walk by and out the door after class, Dr. Miller said my name and waved me to him. I wondered if he was at all aware of how much I enjoyed the way my name rolled off his tongue. “What are the five major perspectives in psychology?”

I smiled. I knew this one. “Biological, psychodynamic, behavioral, cognitive and humanistic.” No stuttering, no ‘uhh’ or ‘umm’. I looked up into his big brown eyes with just the smallest bout of confidence.

With a nod and an accompanied smile Dr. Miller responded. “So you were paying attention.” He subtly winked now and I felt as if I was thirteen again with my first crush.

“Always.”

“You, uh..” He nodded toward the pen I had been subconsciously twirling between my fingers. “You weren't taking notes.”

Shit. I saw his eyes fall toward my throat as I swallowed hard. They immediately elevated to challenge mine again. “I was just.. I was listening. I-”

“I know you were.” His lips curled up into a half-smirk; he cracked his knuckles and I felt the need to continue explaining. There was no way I could leave with the idea that Dr. Miller thought I didn't care about the material he was teaching.

“Honestly, I-”

“No need to explain Ms. (Y/LN)."

Check mate. There it was. My name sounded like dirty words coming out of his mouth like that.

Stop it! I scolded myself.

“Dr. Miller,” another student penetrated our interaction as he made his way down with an IPad set perfectly in his palms.

“I'll see you soon.” Dr. Miller didn't immediately turn to the young man beside us. His eyes held me firmly in place like a vice and I managed a breath when he finally acknowledged the unnamed classmate of mine.

“See ya.” I turned, tucking the pen into the pocket of my jeans and then ran my thumbs beneath each of the straps on my backpack as I exited the classroom again.

Was Dr. Miller into me? I was always terrible at reading things like this; but a part of me felt like something was there. He had made it a point to talk to me after each class. The odd elevator ride that one night.. the fact that he knew my name..

All have logical explanations, I reminded myself. He has only been professional. I sound like a man at a strip club who thinks the stripper actually likes him.

When I reached the parking lot a crowd had gathered near the far end by the campus green. From a distance I could see the familiar flicker of blue and red lights swirling about in even patterns amongst a collection of spotlights.

Curiosity got the better of me, as it had apparently done to a number of others on campus. What was going on?

I fiddled with my phone in my pocket and on the short walk I impatiently searched the local news for stories that might explain what had drawn half of the university’s population to the edge of campus in such a frigid evening. There was nothing but updates on a tractor-trailer crash on the highway from earlier in the day, local sports scores and other miscellaneous, newsworthy titles that did nothing to solve the mystery that lingered beyond where my eyes could see.

A soft male voice caught my attention and I turned when he said my name.

“James.” A close friend from my graduate years had recently been hired as part of the team of campus security. He paced toward me with open arms and I was pleased to see a familiar face.

“I'm glad you're okay,” he muttered, pulling me in for a friendly hug. Concern lingered in his voice and I knew he knew more than I did regarding the matter at hand; not only because of his jobb but because of the concerning way he greeted me.

“What happened?” I took in his attire. From the casual sweatshirt and jeans it didn't take a genius to pinpoint that he wasn't currently on the clock.

“You don't want to know.”

“James..” My eyes pleaded, “If you tell me I'll turn around so I don't have to jump in there and find out for myself.�� I motioned to the growing crowd some fifty yards from where we stood.

His eyes shifted and then he gave a nod. “Let me walk you to your car.”

“Tell me,” I begged again like some child asking what she had gotten for her birthday.

“They just found a woman's body.”

My eyes must've enlarged by ten sizes. I felt my stomach knot up and I stopped walking. “What?” This wasn't at all what I had expected him to say. I didn't know what I expected but it wasn't.. this.

“It's bad." He shook his head, “She was stabbed. The state police took it over. They think it happened late last night.”

“Oh my God.” I put a hand over my mouth and glanced back to where the crowd was still gathered.

“You shouldn't be alone on campus. I know you're taking a few night classes but call security when you leave the building. Or call me. Walk with other people from class.”

“I will,” I assured him right away as he began to rattle off the best possible ways to stay safe, shy of a bullet proof vest or body armor.

“They're going to shut down classes for a while, I'm sure. All of next week, at least.”

“Yeah.. yeah that makes sense.” I nodded. “Do they know who did it?”

“Looking into it.”

A puff of smoke filtered more prominently into the air when I let out a deep exhale.

“Just.. don't walk alone.. please.” James encouraged me.

I nodded and we walked the rest of the way in silence. He made sure my car was started before backing away and I rolled down my window.

“You be careful, too,” I told him, adding with a little smile. “Please.”

James smiled back and nodded. “I will.” He sighed and tapped the car. “Look into getting some pepper spray."

I chuckled. “Yes, Dad.”

James gave a small smile with an accompanied wave. “Be careful.”

I waved back and secured the window in the up position before blasting the heat in my little, white Mazda.

“Holy shit,” I said to myself as I took a moment to process the information. Someone had been killed on campus. The person responsible had not been caught or identified. I found myself loosely pondering scenarios.

Was it a random murder? A crime of passion? A prostitute? A drug deal gone wrong?

I ruled out the latter. The other scenarios felt palpable, the first one being the most eerie. To think of a man watching, waiting, preying on whatever young woman happened to be crossing his path right at that moment. It was almost like a..

Lion and a gazelle.

I physically shivered and allowed my imagination to wander so deep into the pits of darkness that I was truly shaken; frightened. There was a killer who, at the very least, passed through campus. The fact that he could still be lurking forced me to do a quick look into the back seat.

When I turned back around I sighed and leaned my head back against the seat. I locked the four doors of the vehicle with one movement of my left index finger and surfed around on my phone to see if anyone was talking about the incident on social media. When I finished browsing, finding no other information or gossip yet, I started up the car and gazed out through the windshield.

A black Mercedes sat facing my white Mazda. The shiny logo shimmered in the darkness and above it was a dark figure sitting there quietly. It was just a ghostly silhouette but with the murder it felt more than a bit ominous.

When the headlights suddenly highlighted the immediate surroundings, I jumped. A set of lights, ordinary lights, made my body tense and jolt with fear.

I have to go home, I thought. With a deep breath I put the car into drive and slowly crept away from the parking space. The Mercedes shadowed my movements, trailing my car out of the lot and onto the main road. I took two lefts and rounded a corner on a back road between the school’s campus and my quiet, little street. The black Mercedes followed.

I tried to get a glimpse of the driver, though every attempt was unsuccessful. Was the person following me or was it my imagination? If the person was following me they either thought I was mindless or they were terrible at hiding their intentions.

Left turn. Right turn. Straight for a mile. The Mercedes seemed to be on a clear path to my doorstep. When the street sign that led to my street came into view I stayed on the main drag that was lined with restaurants, little shops and bars. I didn't dare turn down onto the road where I resided; where I slept at night.

No sooner than a second or two after my street sign came and went, the Mercedes cruised by me in the left lane.

I did a quick head turn though tinted windows on the flashy automobile made me curse. “Fuck!”

Another mystery unsolved. But the obvious question remained, were they even following me? The logical answer was - probably not. It was all of the hoopla with the body on campus and my own taboo feelings for Dr. Miller that had me on edge.

At the next red light I panned the area. There were people out and about on the sidewalks in pairs or small groups. Cars were sparingly parked along the sides of the road. Most importantly, the black Mercedes was nowhere in sight.

With that, I put on my right blinker and made a lap around the block before finally turning onto the street where my little rented house sat near the end of a quiet cul-de-sac.

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borderlinebox · 1 year

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Hello! I really love your writing and saw your requests are open :D

Wondering if you could write a headcannon of what it would be like being chishiya’s childhood friend? like how would they meet and what would their dynamic be like

gn! kid reader who’s selfless and caring like arisu wanting to befriend him (whos been staring at the Mona Lisa painting for quite awhile)

Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense

have a nice day/evening/night ⭐️

Chishiya's Childhood Best Friend Headcannons!

A/N: Im giggling so hard rn cause I've been planning on a lot of chishiya x childhood bestfriend! reader so this was so ♥ i mean like 'return to me' was legit that shshsjdj tysm for this req <3 i love this req smmm

Pairing: Chishiya x Childhood Bestfriend!Reader

Warning: Season 2 spoilers

Feedback is highly appreciated!!!

Before Borderlands:

both of your parents were friends

all giggling and shit in the background as if they werent shitty people

you held your mom's hand all unamused as they were talking

but then you saw another kid staring at that one mona lisa painting

so of course

you went to him

you started to introduce yourself and chatted with him for a while

you talked more because all he mostly did was hum and nod

both your parents saw how 'close' yall were so they set both of you up with studydates. playdates arent their cup of tea

it took a while for chishiya to open up to you

but of course, you were the only person who comforted him because you saw right through his little charades

im sure you were both so close only because you were so persuasive and just really liked his company!

he does too but he wont let you know that

chishiya also kept you close because of that 'you know me too much'

so its either friendship or death

but you chose friendship of course

when you guys grew older, maybe teenage years,

chishiya really thought you would leave and never see him again

he was a little bit relieved but also partly scared and worried

but you pulled an uno reverse and visited like a lot.

he hates admitting the fact that you're his best friend and probably his only friend

he wouldn't mind you calling him 'chishi', 'shi', 'shiya' and whatever nickname you can get out of his name

you both played games of course.

he made/helped you in mind games

and you helped him with more physical and hands-on things. especially with teamwork.

because that little shit likes doing everything himself and he had to learn how to share

you'd come to him to ask for help and vice versa ,

after a lot of denial of course

can we all agree that chishiya is a bit of a tsundere? because yes.

but he'd be more sleek and good at hiding his feelings.

he'd tease you but you'd tease him back

you'd already call him doctor the moment he joined medical school as a joke

you're definitely going to let him reconsider his point of views and ideals.

he listens but he doesn't apply

he hates how much you care for him,

hates how much you would put him first

but that's cause he likes the affection.

again, he'd lie to himself about his feelings lets be real

but i really do imagine a classic opposites attract dynamic

"somebody will die-" "of fun!"

or like you create the chaos and he is the smart, chilled out chaos enabler

in short, both of you guys are two peas in a pod except that he dislikes admitting it

but he wouldn't mind being by your side

During Borderlands:

i really, honestly, wouldn't think that you'd come in there with him during this time

but if there's a chance that you do join,

fuck you because he is going to be having your back even when you dont realize it

sure, he probably only wants you as an asset. but goddamnit-

you already understand that he is the type of person who would betray others

i think you even told him that both of you should split up so that you wouldnt get in his way

honestly, he thought it was a good idea too

but ofc, every goddamn game you finished, chishiya's outside waiting for you

then both of you agreed thst you'd split up from time to time

but when you guys were in a same match then expect war against the other players

because power duo

especially in a game of clubs

chishiya is honestly very lucky that you got his back in games of spades and clubs

if the game turns out to be diamonds and/or hearts,

you'd help him think and solve situations with him

but for the most part, you're just there under his protection

because people would definitely try to manipulate the both of you or like, mostly you

and if you look bigger, taller and maybe even a little bit ripped than chishiya from all those physical games,

PICK 👏 HIM 👏 UP

like we all saw that bastard jog from those bullets in season 2

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO PICK HIM UP

when the king of spades is starting to bite yalls asses,

just literally swoop in and pick him up like he's fucking nothing because its definitely better than watching him jog around with his hands in his mf pockets

but i hc that you picked him up in several occasions

hell, you'd pick him up like aguni did niragi

you become very good friends with kuina!!!

she's honestly baffled how you could pick this stone up

oh and you definitely taught her how to read chishiya or how to truly understand his 'cute' antics and remarks

protect him from niragi. please.

he can DEFINITELY protect himself from niragi but

you just selfless and caring like that

it would probably make his heart happy if you do that but yk him

and if you join the jack of hearts game,

then thats where your bond REALLY starts to show

because you trust one another

honestly, you were probably ready to bash that big bully's head in if he started threatening chishiya

chishiya would also reassure you that he would tell you the truth and only the truth

and he knew you were being genuine because everytime you told him his symbol after he told you yours, you'd have a dumbass, dorky smile on your face that he liked so much

y'all would honestly pass the time chatting

philosophy, what the games could mean or even just memories before borderlands

after the king of diamonds game though, he seemed so off

you asked what's wrong and he told you that he was just thinking

and at the time when chishiya was planning to sacrifice himself for usagi, you left him to try and shoot niragi using the gun he gave him

haha, the anger on your face when niragi shot him

but then you were caught off guard when chishiya suddenly went to usagi and you swear to god you heard him say a soft 'sorry'

you almost had a breakdown when he got a second bullet

but instead of choosing to stomp niragi, you decided to stay by chishiya's side and help him stop from bleeding as you lay him next to a car

both of you would then slowly start softly chatting about his life choices

while people were being murdered.

im sure he let you hold him like that,

trying to stop the blood

and omg when he told arisu his secret, you felt so much sympathy for him

then chishiya probably told you that while he was thinking to be selfless for once,

he kept thinking about you and everything you told him

ever since you both met

because before arisu, you were the most selfless and caring person he knew

and after all those times you told him that it would make yourself feel better after you helped others. because you were so sweet

he wanted to try it out for once

and when you both saw the fireworks in the sky, you told him how excited you were to see him again in the real world

After Borderlands:

you were definitely walking together and talking when the meteor disaster happened.

like you were laughing and he was just listening to you

and then you woke up, next to him

different bed of course

and other than the ceiling, he was the first thing you saw

he was looking at you when you woke up

"good morning" he'd say

and you'd be so fucking ecstatic that he was alive

then both of you would just start chatting about how your near-death situation affected you

you were glad to hear that he was planning to change his life ideals and pov

when both of you could walk around the hospital, there was never a moments that a doctor or nurse wouldn't see the both of you chatting together

this is when your bond with him starts to really strengthen

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respectthepetty · 7 months

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I think your theory about Saifah robbing Kang’s house seems pretty plausible. Im just wondering what happens after that. We see Sailom getting shot at which is crazy. But why? Are the debt collectors just evil villains willing to murder a poor kid because he can’t payback money or is it something else?

Anon, oooooohhhhh, I have spent far too much time thinking about this particular scene in the Dangerous Romance trailer, and I think it boils down to politics.

So I offer you my wildest ass theory yet!

At first, I thought since Sailom has to go back to escorting with Saifah in jail, Kanghan will fuck up that job with his anger, leaving Sailom with no way to get the money to pay the debt collectors. They follow him with plans to shoot him, but . . . they are the torture type (iron to skin, remember?) because they still want their money. They wouldn't kill him. ❌

So I thought about the possibility of Kang swindling someone on his honeymoon by playing pool to get more money, and pissing someone off, so they go after Sailom, but they have to drive to the honeymoon place, so would that person find them again back in their hometown? No. ❌

Then, I thought that Sailom hustled someone to get the money, and they are pissed off at him. He knows how to make money, so maybe he swindled someone, and they angrily chased him down like the guy who aggressively approached in the alley for sex in episode three.

But then I remembered that Sailom isn't about that life, which is why he gets upset at Saifah. He doesn't like to deceive people, so he can get money. He takes up escorting because the client is getting what he paid for, which is his company and dinner with him. Sailom isn't being deceitful to get money. ❌

This is Laws of Attraction political.

Why would Saifah, who normally asks clients for gifts, rob a client's house? But more importantly, why would he rob a client's house that his brother is basically living in?

HE WOULDN'T!

At least, he wouldn't do that intentionally. But his high school buddy who doesn't have an honest job sure the hell would!

But, but, but, why would Name want to rob the house? He is a debt collector. Saifah and Sailom being in that house assures that they can pay their debt. So is he trying to make a quick buck too? NO!

Either Name leaves his job as a debt collector and joins Saifah in his great adventure as a rich person's caretaker or he has motivation for being in that house and "robbing" it. I have believed someone gets shot during the robbery by mistake, but what if it isn't a mistake? What if the robbery is simply a cover-up, and the shooting is the real purpose for being in the house?

The dad is running for office.

That means he is a target from "all sorts of people."

So Name gets in the house under the guise of taking some stuff, only to intend to shoot Kang's dad because his boss tells him to. Saifah isn't about this plan, freaks out, and tries to stop it. The dad still gets shot, but it isn't as bad as it could have been because Saifah intervened maybe. Saifah gets arrested, but Name (and others?) escape. Sailom believes his brother didn't have anything to do with the shooting and in normal Sailom fashion, he won't let that injustice slide.

Saifah is already in jail, but Sailom has now become an unpredictable loose end. The night of the Sailom's shooting, both boys are in a (police) office possibly hearing more news about the open investigation. This could be before he gets shot, but it could also be him reporting the shooting after Kang rescues him, but either way, it's meaningful to the criminal investigation.

Name or whoever his boss is can't have Sailom out there running his mouth. Sailom may not even know anything, but he knows the debt collectors, he has been escorting (the ONE client who may or may not have some info), and he knows his brother would not shoot someone. He knows SOMETHING that can connect Name or whoever his boss is to the shooting of Kang's dad, so little homie gotta die.

I noticed before that Kang doesn't take Sailom back to his house after rescuing him, and this isn't Sailom's house either. It's not the hotel from their honeymoon stage that has to happen in episode 8 or 9.

If the grandma was shot, I feel the dad would stay at the house, but if the dad got shot, the grandma would move Kang somewhere safe because she knows this wasn't an accidental shooting (Pimfah's house?). Kang is protected, but Sailom isn't.

The last snippets from the trailers and OST are coming up in the next two episodes, which means only the shooting, the shower scene, and the swings scene (which feels like the final) are left for the last three episodes.

It seems like a lot of plot but we need the "dangerous" portion of this romance, so if the dad is shot by episode 9 . . .

my wild ass theory might just have a chance.

#dangerous romance #wild theory time #I think this is political #and the baddies won't be caught until the last episode #we need the dangerous portion now

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kisses4emil · 1 month

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Johnny Joestar x Reader

tags : slowburn, first love headcanons, lots of fluff, teeth rotting fluff, g/n reader, friends to lovers

a/n : having MAJORR johnny brainrot so i made this !! this is my first fic ever so pls be patient with me, i hope to become a better writer!!

johnny is a guy who is veryy negative with thoughts and a past that haunts him. he’s sarcastic, distant, and definitely overthinks A LOT. i feel like he will need someone who’s positive and will help guide him towards the light and knock down the walls he’s trapped himself behind. im feeling a slowburn friends to lovers type dynamic

at first, johnny probably did not like you.. ofc this is nothing personal, but the poor boy has some trust issues. i mean he had literally no one in his life before he met you or gyro. it’s definitely going to take a lot of time before he trusts you.

i also believe you’d come along after he meets gyro and the two would already have a somewhat established bond with johnny wanting to know about the steel ball

so when you join the duo, johnny would feel like you’re holding them back if you have no ability or anything he wants to or hopes to gain from you, but gyro is wanting to give you a chance and tells johnny that too

if you’re the type of person who feels sympathy and compassion for others and decides to help diego during the scary monsters arc, he is definitely going to find you a bit annoying for going against his wishes, especially when he already doesn’t like you.

he will begin to have a growing curiosity for your motives on joining him on finding the corpse parts, then his thoughts will begin to wander further.. why were you so kind to him and strangers alike? why did you join this race at all?

i feel as though you’d pick up on johnny’s disinterest in you which could cause you to overthink things like if you did something wrong or not. expressing your woes to gyro, he tells you not to worry and that’s just how he is and promises to form a plan to help you two get along and flashes that cheeky smile of his.

following up on the two of you guys’ conversation, while setting up for the night, gyro will wonder off somewhere in hopes of leaving the two of you alone for a while to talk. the atmosphere was definitely awkward at first and you’d probably be the one to initiate conversation, but the conversation would then soon turn into a deeper one and finally things would get comfortable.

after that night, johnny will begin seeing you differently. soon enough, his curiosity for you will grow even bigger than it originally was and alongside that his liking for you too.

he will end up developing a soft spot for you without noticing and will often display acts of jealously when your attention is directed toward someone else or something else. he’ll even unknowingly treat you differently. he’ll show he cares about you and always check in on you to make sure you aren’t hurt when you’re attacked, even if he has a giant gaping wound himself, you will be his first thought

johnny does begin to enjoy your company, but still keeps you at a distance due to his past. overall, he can’t help himself and enjoys the feelings he gets when you gives him attention. appreciates how you dont view him differently and how kind you are. you’ll definitely grow closer as time passes and you’ll have more deep conversations. he’ll even begin to make some moves on you without knowing. if it’s with you, to him, everything is so simple and easy. you’re bright and easy to be around which makes it easy to enjoy your presence

gyro will notice his silly acts of affection and begin to tease him about his obliviousness and always tells him to just confess his feelings for you, but johnny always denies having any sort of romantic attraction for you.

gyro’s teasing will definitely make him start overthinking every interaction you’ve ever had with the boy and he’ll begin seeing you differently.

this is 100% keeping him awake at night

when the two of you are hanging out as usual, if you get too close he’ll definitely get distant a bit, but he doesn’t mean to. he just doesn’t want to screw up whatever the good thing you guys have going on. he honestly doesn’t quite understand it either.. especially when he’s been with countless women in his prime, this was different.

something real, you’re someone who doesn’t use him or will leave him when he’s not at his best and won’t belittle him when he’s at his lowest because you’ve already seen him at his lowest

yepp the boy is IN LOVEEE with you, dare i say smitten? he’s star struck in love but now that he’s aware of this he is terrified of what you’ll think

of course you feel the same way, but johnny doesn’t know that, so the only way this will go anywhere is if you make the first move. soo you pop the question and ask how he feels about you

this boy is blushing up a storm and asks where that came from and you just explain you have feelings for the blonde. johnny is over the moon about how you feel the same as him. the two of you don’t officially start dating til after the race when all of this is over!! but overall you guys are the sweetest couple ever <3

#johnny joestar x reader #miyastags #🎀#꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱#꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱drabbles #꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱headcanons #johnny x reader #steel ball run #jjba sbr #johnny joestar #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure #johnny joestar x you #johnny joestar x y/n #fluff

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i wanna be yours -- 7. snap out of it

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

a/n: uh, hoping that this gets y'all back into my good graces. enjoy the little bit of filth you get in this one LMAO, content warning for making out ig?? anyways, please ignore the time at the top of the phone bc im too lazy to block it out. if time is important for texts than there will be a timestamp, or it will be explicitly stated.

8:32PM

You spot Rintarou's car pull up outside of your small apartment building. He remains in the car, but you already know he's looking for you. You stand from the park bench you were sitting on, and head over.

Pulling open the car door, you settle into the passenger seat. His car smells of fresh leather and his cologne, and you find it's a pleasant mix of smells. He looks to you, his hooded eyes dressed in dark black eyeliner. It was clear he'd done it himself, his own hand not nearly as skilled as your own. The thought of him trying to replicate your work in the mirror made you giggle.

"Hey," he greets, tilting his head as he takes in your appearance, "You look very pretty."

You find a small blush making its way onto your cheeks. You'd gone relatively simple, but still dressed up as he had told you to. You'd gone for a forest green silk satin slip dress, and some black strap heels. Your purse rested across your shoulders, filled with a few small cosmetics, your keys, and your phone. Along with some breath mints, just in case.

"You look rather handsome yourself, Rin," you compliment, noting the white blouse and black slacks. His shirt was partially unbuttoned at the top, and he had a silver chain around his neck and some silver rings glinting on his fingers. They were the same ones you'd given him for the concert.

Rintarou lets out a small huff, running a hang through his hair. The rest of the drive is relatively silent, soft music playing through the stereo. After about a ten minute drive, the two of you pull up outside of a very fancy restaurant.

Suddenly, you feel a little self-conscious about your outfit. All the other woman seemed to be more dressed up with you are, some of them having elbow gloves or fur coats. You take in deep breaths to calm your nerves as Rintarou rounds the car and opens the door for you.

"After you," he coos, a teasing smirk on his lips. You take his outstretched hand and close the door behind you. His fingers intertwine with yours, and he lifts the back of your hands to his lips and presses a quick kiss to your skin.

You bite down on your lip, tasting your lip gloss. "I didn't take you as the romantic type," you admit, as the two of you walk in.

"I didn't either. I guess you bring out another side of me," his words are clearly joking, but there's also a twinge of sincerity in his words. It does something to your heart, and you try your best to quell the rushing of your heartbeat in your ears.

Rintarou talks with the waiter, who didn't have much of a reaction to his presence. Either his place was frequented by famous people, or this person just didn't know or cared who he was. Actually, most of the people in here didn't, which you were kind of glad for. You never enjoyed being in the spotlight, that was why you were the behind-the-scenes artist.

The two of you are seated at a more reclusive table, tucked away in one of the corners with dim lighting and a small bouquet of flowers and a few candles between you.

"This is a wonderful place, Rin," you gush, unable to keep from admiring it. The roof was glass, open to the night sky. The moon shined above, providing additional light in the dimly lit room. You could point out a few constellations.

Over dinner, you and Rintarou talk. He tells you more about his mother, the sweet saint of a woman, and a little about his bandmates. Then he asks about you. You tell him about your favorite colors, sports teams, music genres, and more.

"No," he interruptes you, taking your hand from across the table. Both of you had eaten at that point and were just enjoying the atmosphere. "I want to know about you, not what you like."

You stutter, blinking softly. Your lips part slightly, as you think of something to say. "Uh," you say stupidly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Rintarou's lips quirk up a bit.

"Well, I grew up in Tokyo, the Nerima Ward specifically. I attended Fukurodani private academy, and I was the manager of my best friend's volleyball team."

Something lights up in Rintarou's eyes, a hint of something familiar. "Did you play?"

"A little. I had to learn how to set for Bokuto when Akaashi didn't want to...did you used to play?" the question felt a bit stupid. Why would Suna Rintarou, a famous singer/songwriter and near-professional photographer, play? volleyball?

He laughs. "I, uh, I did more than just play. Actually, the whole band played, even Kita. We all went to the same high school, it's kind of how we met each other, y'know? Atsumu was the only one who tried to make a career out of it. When we weren't playing though, we were in Kita's garage learning how to play instruments."

"Woah," you say, not even bothering to hide your shock. It felt so natural. Rintarou had the body of a volleyball player, and you knew Atsumu played and that they had all known each other pre-band. Yet, despite that, it seemed unfathomable to you. "I didn't know any of that."

"Yeah," Rintarou snorts, "it's not exactly the kind of thing they ask in interviews. It isn't hidden knowledge either though, you can look up any old competition video and you'll find all of us."

"Well, that's something to do when I get bored," you remark, resting your head in your hands. Maybe volleyball was how Kuroo got interested in INARIZAKI. Their music wasn't exactly his taste anyway, but he was still involved in the community. He probably knew of them from volleyball which piqued his interest. He was nosey like that.

Eventually, Rintarou pays the bill, and leads you out the door. He checks his watch. It's nearing 10:30, and the city is alive. "Do you have a specific time you need to be back?" he asks you as the two of you climb back in his car.

"No, and I wouldn't mind spending more time with you."

And that's how you find yourself in a lounge with Rintarou, the music blasting as the two of you sip on champagne glasses. He'd managed to snag a seat for the two of you on a loveseat in the lounge. In front of you, sweaty bodies mingled and dance. Laughter, singing, and the sounds of joy filled the air. The sounds of people enjoying themselves.

"Rin?" you begin, turning to him. Your thighs are brushing, and his hand is resting on your knee. His touch is warm against the thin fabric of your dress, and you try not to squirm too much as his thumb rubs small circles into the flesh of your lower thigh.

"Hm?"

"Will you dance with me? Please?" He looks slightly caught off guard, but he blinks at you a few times before shrugging.

"I have two left feet, it wouldn't be the best idea," and yet he stands, setting down his glass as he extends a hand to you. A laugh rips from your chest, and you take his hand happily.

You drag him along with you to the dance floor, nesting the two of you somewhere in the middle. You let yourself free, letting the small amount of alcohol and the euphoria in your system loosen you up as you begin to dance. Rintarou laughs, not as comfortable as you are but enjoying watching you, nonetheless.

A partner song comes on, one of those old fast ones that you have to jump around and use a lot of footwork. You reach for Rintarou, but a hand wrap around your waist and you're being whisked away to dance with a stranger. Rintarou only has a moment before a woman your age is tapping on his shoulder and pulling him in to dance with her.

Despite being with a stranger, you still manage to have fun, twirling and twisting around the floor. Your feet will ache by tomorrow, but it doesn't matter because in this moment you can't think past now.

Looking over the shoulder of the man you're dancing with, you meet Rintarou's sharp gaze, as he stares at you from across the floor. Small breathy giggles erupt from you, which has your partner snickering.

For the rest of the song, you can feel Rintarou's eyes on you, but you know your eyes are on him just as much.

Eventually, you're set free from your partner, as a slower more romantic song begins to play. You stumble across the floor to Rintarou, who was trying to detach himself from the woman he was dancing with previously.

You tap on her shoulder and make a small shoo-ing motion which she understands. She walks off, though not without sending you a dirty look. Scoffing, you turn back to Rintarou.

He's looking at you with heavy, dark, eyes and slowly your giggles die out on your tongue. Rintarou's hand sneaks around your waist, pulling you close till your chests were flush. He was taller than you, and you tried not to cower as he looked down at you.

"Rin?" you whispered softly, but your eyes couldn't stay on his. In fact, your eyes couldn't drift away from his lips.

His thumb rubbed softly at the swell of your hip, before pressing gently on your stomach and drifting up your sides. His touch made you shiver, and you tried to stop the shaking in your hands.

To give you something to hold onto, your fingers slide up his neck into his hair, curling in silky brown locs. He lets out a little grunt when you give a tiny tug, before a grin crawls on his lips.

"Everyone was looking at you while you danced, y'know," he comments, singing it like it was a praise. You shrug, licking your lips.

"I don't care," you say cooly, "unless..,you were looking too?" you knew he was, but it was always fun to tease.

...what were you doing? This wasn't professional by any means, actually, this was incredibly inappropriate. You knew Rintarou's intentions going into this though, shouldn't you face the consequences of your own actions?

It doesn't matter what you think though, because Rintarou's lips are on yours in a matter of seconds and it burns away any thoughts of regret you had.

Anything would be okay, if it meant you could experience this time and time again.

His lips are soft, just as you thought they'd be, and his teeth nip and tug on your lip. You find yourself falling apart in his grasp, your mouth falling open wider to give further access.

Your fingers curl harder in Rintarou's hair, ripping a small gasp from his throat. His head pulls back, displaying his gorgeous pale neck. Clear and unmarked.

You take the moment of separation to your advantage, and kiss along his jawline. Rintarou's eyelashes flutter, and his teeth bite down on his lip. You find that sweet special spot between his jaw and his ear, sucking and biting down onto his skin.

You're more surprised when he lets out a shuddering shaky breath, just a whisp away from being a whimper. Something akin to pride runs through you, and you bite and suck with more fervor.

Rintarou's hands tremble on your sides, and one comes up to uselessly grasp at your arm as if seaking leverage of some sort. After a few minutes of kissing his neck, you let go, taking in a deep breath.

Pulling back, Rintarou watches you with wild eyes. It was amazing to see him so disheveled, and it managed to be a better look than anything you could create for him.

His neck was a variety of lipgloss stains, and small bites, but that specific spot you'd focused on was the best. It was a deep red, and would no doubt be purpling soon. Your lip shape and teeth marks were clear on his pale skin. There was no way he'd be hiding this. No color corrector or concealer could change that.

"C'mon," you say, taking his hand and knocking him out of his stupor, "I should get home."

The drive home is silent again, but you don't pretend to notice the way Rintarou is struggling to keep his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. "Careful," you'd tease, and enjoy the way his brows would furrow.

As he came to a halt outside of your house, you open the door, partially stepping out when his hand wraps around your wrist and tugs you close.

There's a slight register of pain as your stomach hits the edge of the console, but that's ripped away from you as Rintarou kisses you with a certain ferocity you couldn't match.

He let's you go after a few seconds, laughing at the way you chase his lips.

"Goodbye, Y/N."

And then he's off, leaving you on the sidewalk outside of your apartment building with trembling legs.

Slowly, you pull out your phone.

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★ - Suna went home and stared at the hickey in the mirror for a good ten minutes.

★ - Kuroo calls you right after and demands all the details. He loves and hates hearing it at the same time.

★ - Suna has still not answered Atsumu's string of texts from the last chapter.

★ - While you were walking in your building, the receptionist tells you that your lipgloss was smudged. Like...really badly.

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nevernonline · 6 months

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hi i was wondering if I could request a little expansion on Joshua in the ask you got about the 95s taking care of their sick s/o, im a huge greys fan and loved imagining him taking care of someone that way haha.

lmao I also love grey's. I used to watch it sm with my mom when I was def tew young for it. christina yang made me want a medical career fr fr. pls enjoy, bbg. xx

"Y/n. The doctor is in"

Joshua walked through the open door of your shared bedroom where you sat under the covers and multiple piled blankets on top, cuddling into your pillows sick with the flu.

He was dressed in a matching set of blue pajamas with a white Terry cloth robe over top, adorned in childlike stickers. In his hands he held tray on top of it a thermometer, a box of latex gloves, and a cup of red jello.

"I'm already feeling better, Shua. I think we can drop the act now."

"It's Dr. Hong, come on."

Rolling your eyes you pushed yourself up further on the bed into a sitting position, where you were met with your overly loving boyfriend pushing a pillow behind your lumbar region.

"Wow, he even got the good name brand cherry jello. Doctor, you're very impressive."

"Anything for my favorite patient. I also have chocolate pudding if that tickles your fancy more."

"Nope, I weirdly prefer jello. Not a chocolate fan."

"I knew you had to have a red flag somewhere."

Opening his own mouth as an instruction to open yours, you obliged and he placed the metal tip of the thermometer under your tongue.

"Wow, 98.6. It's a miracle, do you think once you're discharged I can take you on a date?"

"You're very good at your job, Dr. Hong. I think falling for your patients breaches a part of your contract though."

"I can't help it, especially when my patient is as beautiful as you. Even when you laugh and have boogers falling from your nose like a waterfall."

Slapping his arm, you then used it to pat the bed next to you begging for him to sit down.

"I didn't know people could be attracted to snot, yet everyday I'm surprised."

A kiss was placed on your forehead.

"Not warm at all."

Then your two cheeks, slightly missing the tip of your nose.

"Warmer."

A final one was placed on your semi-dry lips.

"Perfect."

"So, all clear doc?"

"I think you're ready for a night on the town with your handsome boyfriend, yes."

And with one more kiss, Joshua opens the small tub of jello, faking you out by placing the spoon headed for you into his own mouth you were cured by your not so doctor boyfriend.

#❃ - duffytalks #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #ask rec

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jasonsmirrorball · 7 months

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okay my neighbor!jason and roommate!jason thots are going wild right now bc I feel like both of their slow burns end so differently. Like yours and neighbor!jason’s relationship is a slow and steady pining that is more sweet and the catalyst is a “why don’t you just stay here?” after you try to watch all of the lord of the rings movies in one night. and it’s all cuddles and soft kisses and making breakfast and morning sex bc you’re just that comfortable and close at that point you don’t even care you’re just glad it’s finally happening.

meanwhileeee you and roommate!jason have spent so long tiptoeing around each other and suppressing your feelings, convincing yourself the other doesn’t feel the same that it almost ends in a fight of “well how do you think I feel watching you go out with other people?/hearing you get off in the other room?/knowing it’s not me?” and then a “well maybe I wish it was!” and the hottest and filthiest make out session and sex ever known to man and also god.

have a good day/night🫡

nonnie im so glad u get it.

also minors dni + have your age in your bio if you interact

like with neighbour!jason i just imagine it being very luke and lorelai esque, where he's just that guy. like he's your (i imagine him a little older, maybe late twenties/early thirties) hot as shit neighbour who you can always always count on. because he's a good guy. he sees you in the hall and he says hello and you guys talk and hang out occasionally but it's never beyond platonic even though sometimes you feel like he might be flirting with you and sometimes he gets a little quiet when he looks at you. and you grow closer and closer, and you get comfortable enough to blur that line when you flirt with him in the mornings to get a reaction, you feel less inclined to hide your quirks etc. because he's jason. he's wonderful. and you're going to be so happy for whoever he ends up with but at the same time, the thought of someone coming into your lives–because he's part of your life now! he's your friend as much as he's your neighbour. he's seen you cry and he's seen you messy and he's seen you when you've just woken up. the thought of there being someone else makes you a little envious, a little sad. he goes from being the hot guy next door to someone you genuinely care about and love, and that complicates it, because love is scary and you don't want to ruin one of the best relationships in your life. (neighbour!jason is just waiting for you to come to terms with it because he already knows what he wants, age has made him steady, left him assured of himself. but he won't make any moves until he's certain that you're certain)

and with roommate!jason. oh my god. exactly that. i spoke about this with one of my moots but i imagine that the way roomie and jason end up together is extremely messy. they're both very explosive and young(er) and have so much learning to do even if they are adults living on their own with their own jobs/studies. like there's obviously that comfort of being friends but also, there's that tension between them because you're both so attracted to each other and aware of each other, but you still navigate yourselves like you're just roommates when underneath the surface there are so many feelings just simmering, simmering, simmering. you go on dates, jason pretends he isn't extremely jealous, you have to bite down your own envy when other girls eye him up at the store, he's heard you touch yourself–has jerked off to you. it all bubbles up. i imagine it takes a while before you guys end up officially together because you do it backwards. roommate!jason turns to roommate with benefits!jason who eventually turns into roommate/boyfriend!jason. you guys fuck and you know you've crossed the lines of your arrangement from the beginning but feelings are again. so vulnerable. and scary. so you keep quiet until once more someone gets jealous and the actual, deeper feelings come out.

anyway i am rambling. but thank you for sending these thoughts in. i've missed roommate jason and neighbour jason (even though i'm writing a fic for the former atm) and will take any opportunity to talk about them

#love letters 💌#jay my heart #neighbour!jason #roommate!jason #loverboy 💌

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bivwifeybunny · 2 years

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hey ! can i request a sapnap smut?? like sex on the first meeting type of vibe and maybe make it in the car? :-) any kinks u like. thanks

-🍄 anon

Paring(s): Sapnap x Reader

Warning(s): Smut (Minors DNI!!), car sex, degrading, praise, overstimming?, fingering, hair pulling, marking (hickeys), I think that's it?

A/N: hi 🍄 anon! thanks for becoming my first anon! i'm so happy everyone on my blog is giving sapnap so much love. he's my favorite boy (as if you couldn't already tell lol) and i love to write for him and show him some love :) also im so sorry but I'm literally so bad at writing long smut scenes... like- ugh it annoys me that it's like "they fuck and they cum and that's it"- lol so sorry in advance if the smut seems short but it's currently 4:30 am and I don't have the energy to care anymore. hope you enjoy <3 gonna go pass out now

You stared at the glass in your hands, turning it slowly as your mind raced.

Should I say something? No, it's too late to say something. But if I don't say anything it'll just continue to be awkward. But the longer you sit here thinking about it and not saying anything the more awkward it's getting. Oh who am I kidding I've been sitting here for the past 10 minutes not saying anything just staring at my drink like a loser. Why did those idiots have to ditch me and leave me alone with him? I don't even know him that well.

You had gone out for a night of drinking with a few of your friends. They informed you they invited another friend of theirs that you hadn't known but you assured them it was fine only after making them promise they wouldn't leave your side.

Liars. As if sensing your own inner turmoil, the boy sitting across from you, Sapnap, if your memory serves you correct, spoke up.

"Hey, I know they kinda ditched us, so what do you say we get outta here?" He asked with a sweet smile.

He sensed your hesitancy and his lips morphed into an awkward smile. "You don't have to, I was just wondering..." He muttered as a pink blush dusted his cheeks.

Cute. You thought to yourself before making up your mind and sending him a smile.

"Sure, why not?" Your eyes wandered over to your friends currently flirting with each other. hands wandering. "I have a feeling they're not gonna come back any time soon anyways." You commented as the two of you made your way over to his car.

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Now Sapnap was attractive. Only a fool would say otherwise. Back at the bar, there were plenty of distractions to keep you from staring. But now in such close proximity, you felt you couldn't keep your eyes off him.

His natural cinnamon scent calmed your nerves, and you allowed your eyes to linger longer on his bulky frame. His deep blue button up hugged his torso, top two buttons left unbuttoned, and sleeves rolled to his forearms. Your gaze wandered down his arms, past his shiny gold watch and to his hands, which currently occupied themselves in turning the steering wheel.

And just as your eyes wandered, your thoughts weren't far behind.

God his hands are beautiful. I wonder how his thick fingers would feel str-

"You alright there?"

"Hm?" Your eyes quickly switched over to his face, to find him looking at you out of the corner of his eyes. "Oh- Oh, yeah I'm fine. Just zoned out."

The chuckle he let out sent a shock to your core. He laughed like he already knew what you were thinking.

"Just wanted to make sure, I mean, for a moment there I thought I had a pretty girl starin' at me." He smirked, glancing at you through the rear-view mirror and sending you a wink.

Now if that didn't have you rubbing your thighs together just to relieve some pressure you weren't sure what would.

You had two options. Be bold and potentially fuck a very very hot man? Or ignore the comment, go home and sit on your couch binging anime till you pass out.

...fuck it.

"And what if I was?" You boldly asked.

Your eyes focused on his lips as his tongue darted out to wet them before releasing another chuckle. "Well then I'd have to do something about it, wouldn't I?" He turned his whole attention onto you as he waited at the signal.

The red light cast a sinful glow onto the two of you, highlighting all of his already breathtaking features.

You subconsciously leaned in closer, gaze focused on his lips.

"Then do something about it."

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His hands cupped your face, one moving to run through your hair as your lips danced. He dropped his hand down to your thigh pulling at it, signalling for you to climb onto his lap.

You pulled away and climbed over the center console, knocking a thing or two onto the floor.

His hands rushed to your hips to steady you as you sat on his lap. Your lips reconnected and your hands roamed over each other's bodies.

It was messy and desperate, tugging at the buttons of his shirt, as he fiddled with the zipper of your dress. Your hips rolled against his, pulling a groan out of him. After what you said to him, he had never pulled into a parking lot so fast in his life. He was itching to ruin you and he was gonna get what he wanted no matter what he had to do.

He pulled away to tug your dress down, pulling off his shirt as well.

"You're so fucking sexy. So fucking beautiful." His mouth attached itself to your neck, kissing and biting as it traveled towards your breasts. You arched your back, pushing your chest further towards his mouth.

"God you're a desperate slut, aren't you? I could see the way you were eyeing me at the bar. I bet you were fantasizing about how good I would fuck this pretty little pussy, weren't you?" He taunted, hand traveling down, pushing aside your panties and teasing your entrance.

You let out a whine and nodded your head. "Mhm- was thinking about how good you'd fuck me- how good you'd fill me up- fuck-" You moaned as his two fingers dipped inside your dripping pussy.

"Already so wet? Did you get this worked up all for me? Just by thinking about my cock?" He scissored his fingers, searching for that spot inside of you that'll drive you crazy.

He smirked as you let out a sinful moan, letting him know he found it. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace, thumb rubbing your clit, making your moans grow louder and louder as he brought you to the precipice of your orgasm.

"C'mon princess, cum all over my fingers." He coaxed you to your peak, your hands gripping his shoulders as he worked you through your high.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean. "Taste so sweet baby. Now let me give you what you've been waiting for, yeah?"

He quickly made do with his belt and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to pull out his weeping cock. He stroked himself a few times, thumbing at the tip before lining himself up at your entrances. He rubbed his tip through your sensitive folds a few times, making you whine out and buck your hips.

"So impatient, baby. Well come on then, if you want it so bad, take it." He leaned back, hands meeting behind his head.

You reached down and lined him up with your entrance before slowly sinking down. The two of you moaned in unison, the stretch was heavenly and his cock filled you up deliciously.

You steadied yourself with your hands on his chest as you took all of him inside you. After a moment of adjusting to his size, you lifted yourself up on shaky legs and began to slowly ride him.

His hands returned to your hips, guiding your movements as little groans and whines escaped his lips.

"C'mon pretty girl, you can ride my cock faster than that. Are you already tired just from my fingers?" He taunted, grip tightening on your hips as he began to pound into you.

"Gotta do all the work myself? Don't worry, princess I'll make sure you're fucked dumb on my cock by the time I'm done with you." He grunted, lips finding their way back to your breasts, licking and sucking, leaving a trail of purple as his lips traveled.

You moaned loudly, fisting his hair in one hand while the other steadied yourself on the car window which had fogged up during your activities.

One of his hands snuck in between you once again and began to toy with your clit as his thrust became more sloppy and rushed as he chased after his orgasm.

"C'mon baby, you close? Cream on my cock, make a mess, pretty girl." He groaned as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him so nicely and milking his cock as you both came.

Your head fell to his shoulder, both of you panting as you slowly came down from your highs.

"Man I'm so glad they ditched us."

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agentrouka-blog · 1 year

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Im wondering and pls feel free to correct me: but u know how ppl say Jon being the main hero is cliche hidden prince turns king, or princess Dani coming with dragons and becoming queen is cliche, but how isnt Bran the same fantasy cliche? He's a member of the protagonist family, gets the biggest superpowers, (likely) is a main hero (or even THE hero) of the Long Night/savouir of humanity and the final King of Westeros. Doesnt seem like fantasy tropes played straight are off table?

Well, the fact that he is having all these adventures as a significantly disabled child is already making Bran a LOT less of a cliché than any able-bodied, arguably handsome, teenaged/young adult protagonist who is already wielding significant political power in the course of the books, creating an attractive image to latch onto.

Bran is also exhibiting some extremely dark tendencies during this journey that are much more clearly pointed out as such by the text than those of, say Arya or Daenerys. His abuse of Hodor in unambiguiously disturbing and wrong. We are being made to understand very clearly that he is handling a dark, villainous power, and is being lured into further darkness by a man running the world's biggest surveilence network. He could as easily become a complete monster.

What we'll see with Bran isn't a plucky child hero being Very Brave and Saving the World. We're seeing a heartbroken and angry child recognize the darkness in himself, in his family history, and using that understanding to make a significant, painful and permanent sacrifice for a purpose larger than his own happiness. He's taking that superpower and destroying it.

And then he'll be left that disabled child who thought he could be fixed but he could not and he will no longer be powerful at all. He will have to struggle through the same grief and loss and indignity he tried to avoid before. That is not particularly cliché, I think, especially for a child protagonist. And that's what it will look like for the longest time, in terms of his endgame.

I don't believe he'll be rewarded with kingship as a result of his involvement in the ending of the ice threat, a hero hailed by all. I doubt it will even be common knowledge how exactly it goes down, because that'd be a hard tale to put into an easily digestible story for the songs, I suspect.

I am very certain that Bran's kingship is going to be a surprise twist at the end, something out of left field, to do with his Tully/Whent inheritance and absolutely not geared around making him a powerful, absolutist monarch in the style of the Targaryens, but a figurehead for a new parliamentary system. Bran the Unlikely. A strange new burden in a strange place away from home, but also a strange new adventure. One he is equiped to bear because we saw him sacrifice power and self-interest for the greater good.

I'll openly admit to not being a fantasy expert, but it doesn't strike me as all that cliché. It's not a story of triumph against all odds, it's a story of grief and acceptance and humility, ending in a strange twist of fate.

#bran stark #king bran #rouka queue

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mihai-florescu · 5 months

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UNDEAD Highschool Host Club with our beautiful beatuiful cast of hosts:

Destruction Road; the clumsy-ish biker badboy with a soft side about himself that he tries to conceal but fails and he's also quite the dreamer

Gate of the Abyss; the brooding mysterious hottie who will captivate you with the elegant charms so well needed in a host. Might even have a little bit of a sadistic side about him.

Immoral World and Nightless World; they're identical twins who's acts complement each other. Immoral World is charming and elegantly refined in his ways to make you believe you're the center of his affections, while Nightless world might be a little less elegant and refined and a tad more agressive but most certainly not less charming. They both seem to posess an inherent scaryness the kind of which that humans strangely seem to find very attractive.

Perfectly-Imperfect; the name speaks for itself. Initially he didn't want to be here but felt he had to obliege out of some debt (he is somewhat of a pushover but that is, to a some extent, part of the charm). His character arc revolves around learning how to stand up for himself instead of letting people trample over him and accepting his imperfections as part of himself of which he needn't be ashamed of.

U.S.A; he want's to be american so bad he dresses like they did in the old hollywood movies from the 50s and is always seen with some american-esque beverage in his hand. He can be seen randomly sprinkling american english slang terms into his vocabulary, something which people seem to find very endearing. He is a surfer and his favourite musician is Elvis Presley. (Could also be an exchange student but that bit is optional. Personally I prefer the earnest appreciation for the US' cultual output in a way that could mirror the way western weeaboos would like to be japanese so badly a) funnier and b) more endearing and interesting)

And last but certainly not least! The leader of the host club: Valentine Eve's Nightmare! He's like if Rei Sakuma during the War Era really was just Like That. If all of Reis coolness and charms were condensed into one person. This man exhudes Unbelievable levels of charm. Time flies when you look in his eyes and your wallet will magically empty to spend just a few more seconds with this enticing individual yet instead of feeling dejected and disappointed in yourself afterwards you feel fulfilled instead and can't anticipate your next visit enough. he's like a drug I know this approaches levels of parody but it's really giving that energy reading the lyrics.

I was thinking of a way to include death game holic in this concept too because,,, interesting concept right but it didn't seem to fit into a host club setting. Honey Milk To Taste was also a runner up opponent but I feel like he'd fit better into the butler café from across the street (Works well as an optional eighth member route though).

Sometimes there are ideas in my head that aren't even all that bad and enstars should do this for the next april fools event,,,i think maybe,,,

Could you draw the Undead Songs Host Club please this is too good... Why are enstars song ocs not a thing already actually. I know i said it before but your mind is really wonderful. Im genuinely going to think about these guys all night, trying to decide who my favorite is rn... I think Perfectly Imperfect, and I'd also definitely want to talk to USA. If you make more please share

#ask #sebastian🕊

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trippygalaxy · 9 months

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(i didnt mean to become as fixated on dilf! neighbor! time as i did. it was meant to be a little one-off thing and now im here now)

(i took larger-than-the-doorway! time and ramped it to 100 because i have an unhealthy relationship with size differences :P)

(looking back at this i feel like time would live in a townhouse more than apartment if he had to live in one but were already this far in and i cant be bothered to change it)

(but at the same time i already have a very specific vision of dilf! time and im here to make that someone elses problem)

(with as much love as a almost 2,000 word "drabble" im dumping on you can have, 🐈‍⬛)

it didn't take long for you to meet time's son, nicknamed twilight because of how he would sneak onto the roof in the middle of the night and howl at the moon like a wolf as a child.

time swore you to secrecy unless you wanted twilight to brood until he went home.

(you figured twilight looked around your age from the-- notably-- physical pictures he showed you.

as for time, though he had refused to give up his age and answered with some cryptic references only people from his time would know, you'd figured time was in his mid-to-late-forties despite his younger appearance.)

as soon as a greeting of "howdy," paired with a southern accent leaves twilight's mouth, you also figure that he took most of his mannerisms from his mother.

the two share a hug filled with claps on the back, "how are you," "what all happened while i was gone," and teasing that's stereotypical to a father-son pair.

it had taken a minute of twilight taking in the apartment for him to notice you sitting on the couch, watching them interact as quietly as a mouse.

(throughout the week it had taken him to visit his dad-- or pops, as he called him-- you'd helped time arrange, rearrange, and unpack his furniture, dishes, and other accessories.

the look twilight gives you is of well-hidden confusion. it makes you wonder how often time invited or spent time with people outside their group, or if you were an anomaly in his routine.

the initial attraction you held to him was very much still there. a small part of you hoped you were the only one he showed this level of attention to while another prayed your feelings away.)

the corner of twilight's eyes crinkle when he smiles the same way time's does and it's undeniable that they were related despite the obvious differences in their physical appearances.

several emotions cross twilight's smile despite his smile. you quickly realize he was trying to figure out how to address you and whether or not he should be a family-level of friendly or stranger-level.

"junior," time quickly steps beside his son, a firm hand on his shoulder, "this is the neighbor i was telling you about; back when i stopped by to pick up the milk."

the way time says your name after reminding twilight would've flustered you if you weren't in the presence of his son.

twilight's eyes widen in recognition. "oh, shi— oot." you laugh at the way he censors himself and he visibly relaxes. "yeah, now i remember, uh-huh."

you adjust yourself so that you were fully facing the two from over the couch, lifting yourself higher by sitting on your knees.

"it's a pleasure to meet you, junior," you say, extending an arm for him to shake. he enthusiastically does so. "your dad says you're a hoot to be around."

time turns away and his shoulders shake.

twilight's nose crinkles with a cringe.

"i don't think it's a good idea pops is friends with someone who makes jokes just as corny as him."

"i try not to make them so often, i don't know what came over me."

twilight sticks his tongue into the side of his mouth and makes a "huh," noise.

"if it makes you any better, i'll try and make sure he doesn't either."

your answer seems to please twilight and he hops onto the couch in response. he's a respectable distance away in comparison to time when he rounds the seat to sit on your other side.

it was a good-sized couch, but what space you hadn't taken was quickly filled up when the two sat down.

if you weren't so easily convinced the two were gentle giants, you'd be scared of their shared large stature.

"good to hear," he says thankfully, offering you his hand again as though you had made some sort of deal. "i get scared when no one's around to keep him in check."

time waves him off, his arm hitching itself on the back of the sofa behind your head when he lowers it. "i'm grown," and though his face screams to be taken seriously, you and twilight both know he's joking. "are you gonna join us tonight?"

"what're tonight's plans?" twilight finally forces his attention away from your (lack of) proximity. his eyes occasionally wander back before jumping up again.

"movie night," you answer, pointing to the coffee table decorated with various snacks, drinks, and the thick, leather-bound binder (that he proudly admitted to having made) filled to the brim with cds and a few orange envelopes filled with what didn't fit. "your dad heard that i know anything about this one series and insisted we watch it."

"it's a classic."

"for senior citizens, maybe."

any and all apprehension and curiosities leave twilight at your muttered comment. he reveals a sharp pair of canines when he smiles with his full-body laugh.

"right!" it sounds more like a bark when he exclaims. you wonder if time sounds the same when he gets loud. "and aren't you too old to be having movie nights? shouldn't you be cheese and wine tasting?"

"aren't you too old to go trick-or-treating every year?"

"that's wind and aryll," twilight defends just as light-heartedly as time had been. he reaches around you to flick his hand against time's chest for added effect. "y'know their grandma can't take them like she used to."

twilight's focus turns back to you when he picks up the binder full of cds. he runs his hands over the engraved cover of it with a fond look before opening it, pulling out the first movie in the series before putting the binder back and standing.

"you're gonna hate this," twilight says with a grin, squatting in front of the disc player while showing you the cd. "he made me watch these all the time as a kid. the cover of it’s even faded!"

time rolls his eyes, pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. "it'd old but gold."

"oh my goddesses," you and twi groan in unison.

you're not sure at what point you fell asleep during the marathon, but you are sure twilight was the first to knock out last night and that the bed you woke up in isn't your own.

(either way, you're glad time had told you to dress comfortably when you were planning the night.)

it's hard to get out of the bed when you're surrounded by warm covers, a soft mattress, and the smell of cocoa, vanilla, cedar, and sage; but just like a week before, you somehow force yourself to.

if you were any less awake, you're sure you'd float into the kitchen like a cartoon character by the smell of breakfast.

you'd be worse off if you had seen the sight in front of the stove if you had been.

your bleary sight quickly clears when time's bare back enters your field of view. his defined muscles moved each time he stirred the contents in the pan, hand considerably dwarfing the spatula in his hand.

"are you alright?"

you're taken out of your admiring when time speaks. you hadn't seen him turn to look and there were no reflective surfaces during your blank staring, so you assume it was a skill he picked up from his time in the military, or something.

"yeah," you yawn, padding further into the kitchen and looking at the rather large amount of food piled on a plate. "just woke up."

time hums and turns just enough to finally look at you. "you look like you slept well," he says with a chuckle, looking away when you almost miss the stool beside the island counter. "i'm surprised junior's snoring didn't wake you up."

"couldn't even hear him."

as if on cue, a snore comes from where you remember is the guest bedroom. that leaves you to assume time took the pullout couch.

"well, it's good you woke up before him. he's eaten double his weight since he was a babe."

"was he one of those really fat babies?"

"his aunt had to keep making him clothes because the ones in the market never fit him— then he started outgrowing those too!”

you hide your face in your arms by laying it against the counter, ignoring the chill of it.

time had to skip over that part of twilight's life when he had shown you the pictures, saying that twilight had stolen them from him and his mother so they couldn't embarrass him, but the thought alone was enough to make you laugh.

"breakfast isn't anything special. i've never been one to cook," he adds, plating another pile of eggs onto the plate.

(getting a better look at the plate, you could now see he had separated them by regular eggs, eggs with cheese, and eggs with spinach.)

(you refuse to comment on it.)

"i can cook something else if you want?"

"this is my home and you just up. i couldn't make you do that."

you shrug your shoulders and lift your head to instead support your chin with your arms, watching him cook again. "whatever you say, sir."

there are a few moments where time refuses to say anything. leaving you to drift back to sleep. the only sound left in the apartment are the sizzling of the pan, the creaks time's knees make when he takes a step to look in the refrigerator, and the occasional snoring from twilight before he wakes you up with—

"so did you just settle on calling me sir?"

"hmm?"

"sir," time repeats, "is that what you've decided to call me?"

you tilt your head so you instead laid on your cheek, eyes finally trailing somewhere other than him. "i guess," you mutter in a half-hearted tone, knowing he'd hear you regardless of how quiet you spoke when his pointed ear twitches like a dog's. "do you want me to stop?"

(watching it and recalling your memories from the night before, you think it safe to guess that twilight got his wolf-ish qualities from time.)

"no," time is quick to respond. he pulls out what you think is a small box filled with pork bacon and turkey bacon, both separated, and opens it, laying a few pieces on the pan with a fork before putting the box down. "i like it."

"then sir it is," you respond, fluttering your eyes closed again.

"you should go back to bed if you're gonna go back to sleep."

you shake your head with a groan, refusing to look even after he leaves the bacon to cook to instead lean over you, hands laying themselves on either side of you. "i'm comfortable here, thank you though, sir."

time makes a noncommittal noise, one of his hands lifting to move a runaway piece of hair from blocking his view of your face.

"you younger generations are stubborn as hell," he says in a low voice.

"so glad you could notice that, sir."

MMMMMMMM—

Im in love with this ong— its so fucking cute and love the fact that Twi isn’t immediately like ‘eho tf is this?’ But also isn’t completely warmed up to us?? Love that /gen

Also, fact that its a movie night?? Totally cute and so fitting for Time to pick the oldest shit.

I COULDNT HELP BUT IMAGINE TIME ACTUALLY NOT BEING IN HIS FORTIES?? like okay hear me out— reader and twi ran into eachother and are just talking and somehoe Times age got brought up and readers all like ‘oh yeah, he hasn’t like told me how old he is but im assuming mid to late forties’ and Twi’s eyes just bulge out of his head and he goes to explain that he dad is actually in his 30’s—

And reader is mortified and so happy at the same time?? Happy cause they didn’t bring that up to Time and didnt completely embarrassed themselves (and also so the age gap is a smaller— not a big fan if hugeeee age gaps myself lol)

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ALSO!! Idea!! The boys are over and chilling when they hear just a frustrated yell from outside. Wind (or whoever) goes to look and sees the neighbor struggling to fix their car! Hood is popped and their hunched over with a flash light trying to see wtf is wrong

The dad is Time goes ‘oh shit, car problems? Lets go!’ And hes quick to grab his tools before telling the boys hrll be right back!

Time helps Reader, some idol chitchat is held as Time kinda realizes they’re kinda stressed. When he asked if they gotta be anywhere, they said ‘not today but i do have plans tomorrow.’

Time is tempted to ask more but his neighbor looks stressed enough. Eventually Time finds the problem and fixes it! Estactics, reader give Time a small hug before pulling back and asking him what was the problem.

During his explanation, reader notices a few figure staring out of Times window.

Art asks if Time had anyone over and when Time turned to look where reader was looking, he noticed a few familiar shapes ducking from view. Time gives a small laugh and explains its his son and his friends.

Reader nods with a smile and thanks Time again, walking to their bag in the car and pulling out some cash. Time is quick yo deny the cash but reader is persistent.

Finally Time finally says that they can make it up to him by making that wonderful breakfast they made him the first time the two met <33

#trippy answers #anon ask #tales from the void #🐈‍⬛ anon #dilf time #trippy going feral

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The Greatest Show

Blue Jones x Male!Reader

Explanation: Okay Im OBESSED with Blue Jones bit hes messed up and i dont want to romanticise anything he has done cause it is NOT okay so instead i have simply taken the character and created a WHOLE AU about it, i have tried to separate it from Sucker Punch as MUCH as possible so instead ill be taking inspo and Chareters from Moulin Rouge and The Greatest Show. Also the lack of Blue x Male!Reader makes me wanna cry and there is SO MUCH MATERIAL THERE so here we are.

Enjoy :DDD

Things to note: The MOLUIN ROUGE only burned down, Satine didnt die nore had she med Christain (yet ;) )

Might make a part two of people like it :))

No ones POV

The Lennox theater the best attraction in town untill a while back. It had everything, good dancers amazing singers and even a attractive owner. That was before the Moulin Rouge arrived. Once a attraction in France, admired by the owner of the Lennos theatre, in fact he coudnt help but be devisted when he heard it burned down. Now his admiration for the show has gone down hill as it has been noithing but bad for business since its arrived. Only people who cant get into the Moulin Rouge go to the Lennox theater.

Blue Jones wpuld awake every night. He would lie awake thinking of new acts and new ways to sell tickets. But every morning he would look out on the steet to see the que for the Moulin Rouge growing more and more each day, untill he had enough.

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"Mr. Jones?"

Blue admitted he looked a rush but quite frankly he cant be bothets with his protégé at the moment. Who might you ask? Christain, a young english writer who has fallen in love with theater. Blue had made the choice to take him under his wing, one he is severely regretting now.

"Not now Christian"

He rushes to the door, tying to avoid talking to Christain and t avoid spending money on another ticket. He has dicided he has had enough and plans to see what is so special about this Circus.

"Are you going to the Moulin Rouge Mr.Jones"

Blue stopped dead in his tracks and turns to look at Christain, his face clearly showing he isnt happy at this relavation Christain has come to.

'Im only checking out our competition Christain and if you wou-"

"Please Sir i have always wanted to go there, ill pay for both of us! I want to see Y/N L/N hes the best in the business mr-"

"IM the best in the business Christain, i thought you knew this"

Christain muttered a small apology and looked down. However the idea of not having to play for the ovet priced tickets was appealing to him.

"And i will prove it..if you pay for the tickets"

Christian's eyes light up as he goes to get his jacket, ad he dose so Blue wonders who this

Y/N person is and if they're so good why hasnt he heard of him.

"Come on!"

Christian excleimed excitedly already waling out the door. Blue had go jog to catch up with him but when he did he noitced how long the que was, it went all the way around the corner, he lets out a sigh and waits patiently, well not really.

"How long is this going to take"

"Hopefully not to long-see! Mr.Jones the lines moving"

Through his excitement however, Christian failed to realise that it was moving because people were walking aways, however he continued to walk on, Blue following him. When he reached the ticket counter Blie finally realised somethings up, but neglected not to say anything.

"Exuse me! Can we hav-"

"Sorry kid outta tickets"

"But-"

"There is a similar club down town witch im sure will fit your-"

The women looks up and down at both Blue and Christian.

"Needs"

"I OWN that 'club'and it isnt a club its a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Now blue hates being interrupted, he was just about to give a peace of him mind to whoever it wad, untill he sore him

Y/Ns POV

I get ready for todays show and go to get one of our acts from the ticket booth. Nearly eveyone was seated so i made sure everything was running smoothly.

"I OWN that 'club' and it isnt a club is a theater so-"

"Blue Jones?"

Whats he doing here?

Blue Jones owns the Lennox theater down the streat from here, i have heard of his show and people tend to be very impressed. I havent had the opportunity to go see it i have been meaning to but ever since we have opened here business had been booming. I know eventually things will die down so im taking this opportunity and making as much money as possible. I do however, feel a bit guilty for taking business off Blue Jones, so i tell my employers to offer going to the Lennox theater instead, hoping that will make up for it. He turns around i can definitely say im impressed. He is a short man but his hair is slicked back giving him a classy look. He had a thin mustache lining up almost perfectly with his top lip.

"Exuse me?"

"Are you Y/N L/N?"

I hadn't even noitced the man standing behind him, he seemed less experienced in the business as blue, you can tell by his innocent expression, even if your not doing the dirty work this business can have a toll on you, guilt tends to take over as you watch new girls get currupted. I try to make it as pleasant as possible, they keep the money they make for selling there pleasantries plus a standard employee pay, they choice who and when theu do it and i never negotiate to sell them, girls who purley want to dance or sing, fo only so. I belive this is where Blue and I differ.

"Yes, i am and im sorry to pry but what exactly are you doing here"

"With all do respect Mr.L/N your show was unpleasantly disrupted buisness at my Theatre"

"Im sorry Mr.Jones, im sure this whole buzz will die out soon enough, im simply seizing the opportunity while i can, i dought we will be selling out every show, is that why you two came here?"

"No! Mr.L/N we cam to see your show! I mean i have heard of you and what you do is amazing! I mean your show in paris, people travelld the world to see!"

"Thank you, i am flatterd you think so highly of me, the seats are all taken but you can watch from the back?"

"I think well take you up on that offer"

"Great right this way"

I lead them back stage to where things where slowly ascending into choas, they usually do when we sell out. I look around for our star act, our sparkling diamond, and my best friend Santine.

"Where Santine!?"

I shout, not to loud but loud enough.

"Here!"

I turn around to be greated by Santine looking as beautiful as ever, just not my type.

"So what are we doing tonight?"

She asks, eyeing Christain as she dose.

"Im thinking of opening with Ladies choice"

"Crowed pleaser"

She adds

"And i was thinking Diamonds are a girls best friend for you ?"

"Great! Ill get my costume ready!"

I turn to see Christain obviously swooning over Santine, i find myself surprised Blue is seamily unaffected, or maybe hes juts good at hiding it.

"Y/N! Your on!!"

"Oh shit.. yous can watch from there" i point to a opening in the curtains and rush to my point on stage.

"Ladies choice"

I whisper to the musicians they give me a nod as i get in stage. Its a big higher than the reat of the stage, separateing me from the dancers. I grab my mic and its buisness as usual.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to the Moulin Rouge!"

Applauds flood the house and i smile as i take it all on.

"Now im not going to keep you all from enjoying the show, so sit back, relaxe and enjoy!"

The music starts and i work my magic, i usually open up the show either with this song or a few other's, but this one has to be a crowd favourite.

Blues POV

I watched as Y/N prefromed the opening act, its weird how much i admire him having only known him a short period of time. Its werid how when presented with one of the most beautiful women i have ever seen my mind wonders only to how this man carries himself, i think im going insane.

"Thank you ladies and gentlemen, but dont waste all your aplose applause on me! I give you the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond!"

The whole theater goes black and only a spotlight comes from the ceiling, i should noitce the way it illuminates Santine, the way her outfit shimmers in the light and her beautiful voice, and i do but not in the same way i watch Y/N look up in total awe at Satine, as she spins around the room Y/N whole body turns to watch, the same awe struck smile on his face. I then come to a relization. They must be together, there cant be another explanation. I hate this feeling, i dont know why i care so much, i dont know this man and hes a MAN, i dont feel jealous of him, i feel jealousy of, as he discribes her,the beautiful the talented, the sexy, sparkling diamond, i feel jealously, but i dont know why.

I look over at Christain, fiding him as the rest of the men in the room are, swooning over Satine. I pull my gaze to a group of women, all fawning over Y/N, i look again, somethings familiar, till it hit me, those are my girls.

True its there day off and they can do what they want but again, the jealous feeling i get when Y/N makes eye contact with none outhet than Vera Goski, he gives her a wink then walks to meet Santine.

"Isnt she beautiful"

Christain says, not breaking his gaze away from Santine.

"Yeah..she is"

But my gaze is not on Santine, its on Y/N

#blue jones #blue jones x male reader #blue jones x reader #oscar isaac #oscar issac x reader #oscar issac x male reader #oscar issac hernandez estrada #oscar issac imagine #sucker punch

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