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javispunk · 10 months

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Love your workkk!!!!!

Soo I have a request…

Soo established relationships where the reader as a joke mockingly says something like about our old man Joel’s stamina or something 😭 and then ofc joel gives her a lesson whole night with all the filth 😛😭😭 (also can reader be like skinny framed small chested female) 💜

Thank you so much!! It means a lot! Hope you like it :)

Old Man

Summary: You usually joke about Joel's age, not only between the two of you, but also around other people. Either because he walks or runs slower than you, or just because he gets tired easily. He never complained about it - in fact, you thought he found it endearing. But you were so wrong, and he made sure he'd let you know when you got home safe.

Pairing: Joel x fem!reader, established relationship.

Content/Warnings: NSFW, smut (absolute filth), 18+ (minors DNI), age difference implied, fingering, giving oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (use protection kids), spitting.

Notes: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistake. Please feel free to leave any requests you'd like me to write. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you!

The walk through the forest on your way to Bill and Frank's house was calmer than you'd expected. With your hand in Joel's you didn't find a single clicker and you managed to relax a bit, walking slowly but not so slow in order to reach the village before lunch. Frank made sure to tell Joel that we'd be received with a proper meal, something you haven't had in a long time. So that was exciting. You didn't know them yet, but Joel made sure to let you know they were decent guys.

The place was mined with traps for clickers and you could see surveillance cameras everywhere. These guys knew what they were doing. Once you saw the gate opening and an unknown man greet you from afar, you out of instinct positioned yourself behind Joel. His broad shoulders completely hiding your small figure. You were scared, and that was understandable.

"You're alright, sweetheart." Joel assured you, holding your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it for a second.

His words put you at ease, as you saw the man approach both of you. He shook Joel's hand with familiarity, looking at you after. The fact Joel trusted them was enough for you to do the same.

"Who's this beauty?" you heard him ask, extending his hand to shake yours.

You smiled. "None of that, please." You spoke before telling him your name. "Thank you for having us here."

"Our absolute pleasure. I'm Frank." he shot a smile at you again, before gesturing to the entry of the house. "And that's Bill over there." You looked at the man from a distance, just to notice a rifle on his hand. Frank noticed your expression. "Don't worry about him."

You smiled once again at Frank out of courtesy, but sneakily grabbed Joel's hand behind his back in worry.

"Let's sit! Lunch is almost ready." Frank gestured to the table set up on their front yard, and guided you both to his house with an extended arm.

***

"This is delicious!" You exclaimed.

"Bill made it." Frank pointed out.

"It's great, thank you so much." You kept speaking after putting down your glass on the table. You looked at Bill with an attentive eye.

"It's nothing much. Just meat that I hunted and some roasted vegetables from the garden." He kept his voice low and expression serious.

"Thank you, Bill." You heard Joel's voice from across the table in front of you.

"I'm sorry but I'm dying to know." You heard Frank at your right, as his body rapidly turned in your direction. "How did you meet this guy?" He gestured to Joel.

You looked at him and laughed. "Well, I had been alone for a while, and I was perfectly fine on my own." You made sure to look at him, mockingly. "But Joel found me in a time of need. He helped me without asking nothing in return. So I trusted him my life, and now we're here."

Frank smiled through the whole speech. "You must be the first, you know."

You shot him a confused look. "The first?"

He shook his head in approval. "The first to melt that old stone heart of his."

"Is it that noticeable?" You admitted.

"Please!" He exclaimed with a grin. "I've never seen him hug anyone, let alone kiss someone's hand that dearly."

You felt yourself blush slighty, before looking at Joel. He laughed, while telling Frank to cut it out.

"No worries, we're all lovers here." He placed his fork down on his plate. "How are you guys holding up?" He spoke now to Joel.

"We're making it alright. Walking from dawn to dawn is a bit tiring but we manage."

"Our old man here thinks he can handle that like a 20 year old. I notice his stamina's hanging on by a thread, always tired and irritable." You spoke while looking Frank in the eye. "It's like living with a 60 year old man." Just after, you turned to Joel, who was chewing his food slowly, fork in his right hand unattended, and turned his gaze from your glass to your eyes. His stare was somewhat still and serious. You analised his expression with confusion and mouthed a "what?" that only him could hear or see. He stared at you the same way before slightly grinning at you, dragging his eyes now to his plate, smile still plastered on his face while he brought food to his mouth. You continued looking at him until Frank spoke.

"I'm sure there's a car around here you could have." He wiped his mouth with a cotton napkin. "There's batteries in the houseshed. Take one and it's yours." I saw Bill shoot his partner a hard serious look, apprehensive.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Bill insisted.

"Of course." He shot back at him. "There's also gas in there. Take some gallons."

"That's really not necessary, Frank." Joel spoke.

"Oh it is. I don't take her for a liar, you on the other hand, I've seen you lie for far less. I also know you're a stubborn old gentleman." He placed the napkin on his lap. "So please, take it. Use it. There's no point in it being there."

You looked at Bill for approval. He just continued eating with furrowed brows.

"Thank you." You spoke.

"No need. I'll go grab dessert." You saw Frank leave his seat and enter the house.

***

Joel had been awfully quiet since lunch, even when Frank showed us around all the shops who were still in need of renovation. Not even his contractor heart gave in a little bit. His mind seemed to be somewhere else.

"We don't know how to thank you both, honestly." You spoke as Bill and Frank helped you put your things in the trunk of your new car. It was getting dark already.

Frank repeated himself again, saying it was his pleasure.

Once Joel thanked the men for the hundreth time, he got in the car after opening the door for you. The journey was quiet for most part, until you spoke softly.

"Are you okay? You haven't spoken a lot."

He turned his eyes at you for a second, before connecting his gaze to the road again. "Just tired."

Your hand rested on his tigh, a familiar gesture you'd gained in the past few months. You thought nothing of his behaviour, you were both exhausted from the walk through the forest and the day filled with activities Bill and Frank made sure to provide you.

The ride went quickly, faster than you'd think it would. You filled it with quick pecks on Joel's right cheek, in order to 'wake him up' a bit. His hand travelled to the inside of your tigh, squeezing every once in a while. All was quiet.

As soon as you parked, you got out of the car in order to pick up both your stuff, as Joel would eventually carry all the weapons. When you returned you saw him carrying your stuff inside the house.

You spoke as you entered the house first, Joel following behind you. "I'm so fucking tired." You stretched your arms in the air before hearing a thud. All your weapons on the floor as Joel dropped them. Arms still in the air, you felt Joel's arms grab the middle of your body, folding you in half over his shoulder.

"Joel!" You screamed as he lifted you up in the air, adjusting you on his body. "What are you doing?"

He carried you in silence. This must be a joke, you thought. He's just being playful. He'll put you down soon enough, if you ask him to. You recognized the turns he took. After passing the kitchen right up front, passing through the main hall, up the stairs. Bedroom.

He didn't even bother to close the door. "Joel." You repeated, trying to catch his attention.

He dropped you in the middle of the bed with a throw. "Yes?" He aknowledged you as he started to unbuckle his belt, looking at your figure, legs bent, feet next to your tighs. His eyes were dark, his expression solemn. You moved up the bed on your back, as you watched him take his shirt off over his head and quickly discarting his pants. He paused for a second, looking at you, half clothed.

"Take your clothes off."

You quickly took your pants off, still looking him in the eye, overwhelmed by his demanding voice. "You take the rest." You replied.

He rapidly got closer to you, but you extended one of your naked legs, touching his chest, creating a gap between you both, trying to get his attention. "What is this?"

With more force than usual, Joel grabbed your leg and separated both of them, one to each side, hovering his body over yours, applying pressure on your chest. Your mouths were connected in an instant. His tongue not even asking permission to touch yours. His right hand went between your legs, slid your panties to the side and felt your wet core on his fingers, until quickly finding your bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, Joel." You breathed slowly on his ear.

"How are you so wet already?" He asked as he inserted two fingers inside you at once.

"Oh, fuck-" You moaned beneath him.

You heard him grunt as a response. His fingers pumping in and out of you rythmically, hitting your favourite spot every now and then, making you sigh every single time. Joel disconnected his lips from yours, only to travel down your body, and end up on your core. He wasted no time, immediately kissing your clit, while pulling his fingers in and out of you faster. Your hands flew to his head, grabbing and pulling on his silver strands of hair, which only made him respond in a gutural moan. The vibrations of his mouth sending you into a frenzy, giving you chills.

“Fuck me, Joel.” You were losing your fucking mind, begging him to take you right there and then.

“You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?” You heard him between your legs. “I’m not done with you down here.” He continued his rhythmic motions.

Your eyes started to roll to the back of your head as he hit the right spot with every pump. “I’m not gonna last longer.” You tried to spit words out of your mouth the best you could.

“Cum on my mouth, gorgeous.” He said before fastening his pace. It took you just a few seconds to arch your back in pleasure, grabbing his hair between your fingers and pulling viciously. With your eyes closed, you felt him remove his fingers from you, which left you with a sense of void. His body above yours again.

“Open wide.” He demanded.

You did as he told. He spat inside your mouth. You receiving it with contentment. You looked him in the eye while you swallowed his spit mixed with your own fluids.

“Shit, look at you.” His lips attacked yours. “So fucking pretty like this.”

“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You teased him.

“In a minute, sweet girl.” You saw him take his boxers off, throw them to the bedroom floor. He lifted your t-shirt over your head, removing it and made way to your breasts with his mouth, sucking on your nipples, biting them.

Just by looking at you, and without warning, Joel fully pushed himself inside you, letting you feel every inch of him stretch you beyond measure.

You couldn’t say a word, just animalistic noises came out of your mouth. Joel loved them so much he continued adjusting your pussy around his cock, feeling you clench every few seconds.

“Fuck Joel, stop teasing. Go faster.” You pleaded.

His voice next to your ear. “You’ve been teasing me all day, calling me old man. Telling people I haven’t got stamina.” It clicked in your mind. You always called him that dearly. You heard one more grunt from him as he thrust into you deeply. “Who’s been fucking you all this time?”

Your mouth falling open as the knot in your stomach build after a few faster thrusts, your head banging on the headboard.

“Who makes your eyes roll like that?” You heard him, head thrown back in the pillow. “Who makes you this fucking wet, hum?” You heard the wet noises you two made after he picked up his pace.

“You do, Joel.” You managed to spit out.

“Who makes you cum every single fucking night?”

Tears fell down your eyes, as you cried to reach your orgasm. “You do.”

“My sweet girl.” He continued, while wiping your tears for a second. “You’re gonna take me in your mouth, is that okay?”

“Yes.” Your answer to his question mixed with your cries as your orgasm sets free. Your moans echo all over the room, you can’t help it. Still enjoying your high, you feel Joel’s warm spur hitting your face, some entering your mouth, some spilling all over your cheeks and neck. You did the best you could to catch it all in. You opened your eyes to Joel with his cock in his hand, still rock hard.

“What a fucking sight.” He continued pumping his length. You swallowed his cum, until there was nothing to come out anymore. “God, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You grabbed him by his neck, forcing him to glue his mouth to yours, letting him taste himself from your tongue for a minute.

Panting, sweaty and with disheveled hair, you looked into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t ever tease me like that again.” You demanded.

“You want it.” He paused, a proud cocky smile on his face. “Don’t ever call me an old man again.”

“You love it.”

You felt his arm wrap around your torso and pull you on top of him, sitting you up on his lap, just before lifting you up to the bathroom for a shower. The air contaminated with condensation and your laughter.

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niki-phoria · 9 months

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Hiiii Niki, I wanted to request a big older brother Jay x Lil bro reader

Reader has a crush on this guy and eventually, they start dating, later on, Jay notices how the reader is always on his phone giggling and comes to find out his lil bro has a boyfriend. Jay being the protective brother he is goes to the reader and asks his name to “talk” to him. Reader's boyfriend comes for dinner and Jay is just asking him random questions like What's his intention with his lil bro something Jay would ask lol! The ending is up to you!!!

Sorry for not being detailed I haven't sent in a request in a while😭 Anways have a good day/night🫧🫧🫧🫧

pairing: huening kai x male!reader (he/him pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 778

includes: protective big brother jay, i chose kai to be reader's bf to make it easier to write, reader is shorter than kai

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i'm so sorry this took so long, i hope you like it <33

likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated <33

jay silently raises an eyebrow as yet another soft chuckle escapes you. he breaks his gaze from the drama still playing on your living room tv to glance over at you. a smile ghosts against your lips; your eyes remain fixated on your phone screen. your fingers move quickly as you type out yet another message.

“who are you texting?” he asks, leaning closer to you.

“nobody,” you quickly reply. “just a friend.”

“a friend?” he repeats. speculation hangs heavily from every word. flustered, you shrink back into yourself slightly.

jay reaches over to reassuringly pat your shoulder. “hey,” he whispers. you look up at him, catching your bottom lip between your teeth - a particularly damaging nervous habit he had found himself scolding you about on more than one occasion. “you know you can tell me anything, right? i love you.”

“i know,” you sigh. you glance down at your abandoned phone for a second. your fingers anxiously drum against your knee as you contemplate what to say next.

you sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes; the quiet only broken by the ballad from the drama’s soundtrack still playing from your tv. jay nearly startles when you speak again. the words are barely above a whisper - almost as if you’re ashamed. “there’s… a boy. he’s sweet, and kind, and funny, and… i like him.” you pause once again. “i really like him.”

“does he treat you well?”

you look at jay with wide eyes for a few seconds before the tension in your shoulders slowly relaxes. your lips quirk into a small smile as you nod. “he does. he took my notes for me when i was sick, and he brings me lunch when i forget mine, and he lets me wear his jackets around whenever it’s cold outside.”

“he sounds like he’s good for you,” jay smiles.

“he is.”

“can i meet him sometime?”

you contemplate for a second before nodding. “i’d like that.”

the next afternoon jay opens the door to find you and a nervous boy standing beside you. he has broad shoulders as is taller than you. curly brown locks frame his sharp features. a black backpack hangs off of his shoulders. his hands rest awkwardly at his sides; his lips forming a small smile.

you stand beside him, eagerly smiling at jay. an unfamiliar hoodie hangs loosely around your torso and pools near your thighs - likely belonging to him. you reach over to take the boy’s hand into your own, intertwining your fingers together. “hyung, this is kai.”

kai holds a hand out for jay to shake. his grip is firm though his hands are slightly clammy. “hello,” he smiles. his voice is deep and confident despite his obvious nervousness. “it’s nice to meet you.”

“it’s nice to meet you too,” jay nods.

he steps aside - a silent gesture for both of you to enter. you move first, gently tugging kai along with you as you enter your home. your bags sit on the floor beside your shoes. kai tugs his thick jacket off and hangs it on a nearby coat rack, leaving him only in a thinner black sweater.

kai awkwardly follows after you as you make your way into the living room. your knees press against each other as you sit down on the couch; jay on the loveseat across from you.

“so, kai,” jay begins. you give his hand a reassuring squeeze when he glances from looking at you to staring at your brother. “when did you and y/n meet?”

“he was in one of my math classes,” kai smiles at the memory. “he offered to help me study when i was struggling and we just… hit it off.”

“what are your intentions with y/n?”

“hyung,” you whine. “stop scaring him!”

“okay, okay,” he holds his hands up in faux surrender. he leans in slightly closer. “how long have you been together?”

“i asked him out a few months ago.”

“for our first date he took me to a cafe and spilled his drink,” you laugh.

kai looks over at you with wide eyes. “y/n,” he whines, playfully swatting at your arm. “i thought we agreed on no teasing!”

“i’m sorry love,” you chuckle.

jay can’t help but softly smile at the two of you. despite his overprotective tendencies, the way kai’s hand remains tightly intertwined with your own and the bright smiles spread across your faces are impossible to ignore. “why don’t you stay for dinner?” he offers.

kai glances at you for momentary reassurance. you nod softly, squeezing his hand once again.

“i’d like that,” he finally smiles, turning back to jay.

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hearteyes-for-killmonger · 9 months

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Miguel O'Hara x Black Reader. A short and simple to the point Dominant Miguel series with fluff and smut included as it progresses. Go on a lil journey in love with Miguel.

(I didn't feel like doing the small print. There has to be an easier way than going paragraph by paragraph 😭😭 Also anyone I didn’t tag who wants to be tagged, let me know.)

Chapter 4: Dealbreaker

Miguel was truthful when he said nap. He didn't do anything in your bed but sleep for the better part of an hour, making you the little spoon though you weren't tired. By the end of the hour, the two of you had cleaned the kitchen as it was before he came. He left the meat and the few ingredients purchased, but he cleaned and took his slow-cooker with him. You've now got enough pork to last you a week of taking your lunch to work and eating at home. Instead, you invite some friends to help you eat it and decide to tell them all about Miguel.

"Right here?" Aria panics when you mention the head on the couch, moving to the opposite couch with your mutual friend, Zenia.

"Exactly right there."

"You let me sit in it?"

"When I say he drained me dry, girl, he kept goinnng. Then we took a nap upstairs. It was pretty chill."

"You just fuckin met this man, what, a few days ago?" Aria laughs.

"I know, but if you saw what I saw, you'd do it too... That's why you can't meet him! Not yet."

"Bitch! One time! I didn't even know you knew David like that."

"I know, but NEITHER of y'all lil hoes are gonna meet Miguel or see Miguel until I've got him secured."

"Now, how did I get in it," Zenia asks, mouth stuffed with pork.

"Right now, things are up in the air, but I'll keep dangling and manifesting. He'll be wrapped around my pinky, and only then will y'all meet him."

"So when are YOU seeing him again," Zenia asks.

"I don't know, probably next weekend. We haven't made any other plans yet."

And you're both busy through the week. A week seems a long time to wait, though. You'd rather see him sooner.

"You think you should call him to schedule something," Zenia asks, reading your mind.

"Nah, I'll let him call me. It gives him time to miss me."

"Well, he's not disappearing just yet," Aria adds, "He ain't got that pumpum yet. Niggas ain't gone leave before getting it, believe that."

"Well, I'm a done deal," you smirk, "But if he does leave, I'll just get another one. Now I know where they congregate"

Sunday passes with no contact. When Monday comes and goes, you start to wonder what happened. Did he hit a busy streak? Did something happen? Tuesday, he texts you.

Is it too soon to miss me?

You're at work, so you keep it short.

Of course not. Text me any time. I may not respond immediately, but I'll respond.

You sure?

Yes

Why would he need permission? Is that what was stopping him from reaching out? If so, you'd like to hear more about it. You wait until you get off work to check your messages again.

He's sent a paragraph about his day at work.

Alchemax acquired another property to place a testing site. One more step for gentrification. The director is on my ass and pushing me to run this unethical experiment on the volunteers. They think we're testing covid shots. If I told you half the shit, you'd run from me. Hell, you're probably on your way now. Anyway, that's my day. How's yours?

Oh, okay, you stare, processing what you've just read. So he's not just the hero. He's confessing that he's done some sordid things in the name of his job. You get it, but can you really accept that? Knowingly testing dangerous procedures on innocent people? It's a lot to consider. You'll have to sit with it.

Later that evening, you still wrestle, but you're coming to term with your thoughts.

I admit that's fucked up. I don't agree with experimenting on innocent and unexpecting people. I do think Miramax or Alchemax can go to hell. With that said, I understand that this is your job, so I can't fault you. Sucks for you, I'm not that easy to scare. You're stuck with me.

You had me worried.

His text is almost instant. In all honesty, you had to think about if you COULD stick around. That's a big thing to admit, but at the end of the day, it's not technically his fault. He's not calling the shots. That's what you tell yourself.

Since you're at home on the couch with a bottle of Fiji water, you decide to call.

"Preciosa?"

Damn. His accent's got you weak already.

"My day was good," you buckle. "I delivered some interesting news to a family who were happy to finally know what was different about their daughter. Turns out, she has Angelman syndrome, but it was my first time coming across it , so I was explaining something I'd literally just learned about."

"Sounds like you did them a great service. Like you said, knowing is everything. If you're not educating and planning, you're worrying, which then diminishes your mental health, making it harder for you to parent."

"Exactly... Do you know about Angelman's syndrome?"

"Seizures, a smaller head that's flat in the back, issues with balance and movement, and most notably, smiling for no apparent reason?"

"I should've asked you," you sigh. "How do you retain all of this?"

"Having a photographic memory helps."

"Ah. I'll check Amazon..."

The more the two of you converse, the more you glean. For example, he has a 9 year old daughter named Gabriella, who unfortunately passed nearly four years ago. It was a case of Sudden Unexplained Death in Childhood (SUDC), and he was devastated. Since then, he's been okay, but every so often, the grief hits. Working stops him from thinking about it? So he works long hours every day. He knows it's not healthy. It certainly helps you understand him more. A lot of things suddenly make sense about him.

"Can I tell you how much I hate Taco Bell," he says, changing the subject. You get it. It's painful to lose a child, and talking about it can be triggering.

"That dog food? They don't even have a line. That should tell you something right there."

"It's a god damn stroke in a wrapper and tastes like shit. Not to mention, it's literally horse meat."

"See, I stopped eating there years ago. It doesn't even taste like real beef."

You put the phone on speaker while you fix yourself a snack. Talking food makes you snackish. Of course, he hears the popcorn popping.

"Damn, Supersonic! Do you hear everything?"

"Pretty much."

Your eyes roll as you gently fold yourself back onto your couch with your bowl. It's getting late. You've been on the phone for over an hour, though it doesn't feel like it.

"So question."

"Answer," he responds.

"It's a different kind of question."

"Ask away."

"Ok. Would you consider yourself vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental. You?"

Ooh! "Explain," you smirk, curious.

"You first. Vanilla or experimental?"

"Definitely experimental."

"Oh I see."

Your jaw drops. "What do you see?"

"Just know I see," he says, a smile in his voice.

"Uh!... Now you have to elaborate!"

He chuckles.

"Miguel!"

"Preciosa?"

You kiss your teeth.

"Ask what you really want to ask."

"Kinks?"

"Yes..."

"Yes," you repeat, rolling your eyes. "Well, what are they."

"Mm... I enjoy quite a few things. I like being in control and directing the action. I like taking care of my submissive with guidance and rewarding her when she's a good girl. I like making her do humiliating things for my pleasure. And... I love it when she tries to escape me. Then I get to catch her and teach her a lesson. You?"

🤭 To be continued...

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stacywaters · 2 months

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Just Pretend (BEOMGYU) CH6 - Another Faded Polaroid

*NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT REPRESENTATIVE OF THE MEMBERS IN REAL LIFE, IT IS PARTLY BASED ON THE CONTENT FROM THE MUSIC VIDEOS AND COMPLETELY FICTIONAL!! They're not actually mean it's just for the story 😭

(BEOMGYU POV)

It's lunch break, and I walk behind my friends on the sidewalk. I force a laugh and smile whenever they turn to me, but for the most part, I'm in my own world right now. I enjoy talking to Y/N, it's the only time I can talk about myself without judgement. My friends... I haven't tried talking to them about it. I have a feeling they wouldn't know what it's like to walk into a room and know everyone, and yet not a single seat has been saved for you.

As for my father, he always seems angry at me. I think he thinks I'm on the wrong track, and forcing me to think 'practically' is helping me so I don't regret my choices later. I just wish he had more faith in me, so he wouldn't assume that my choices are ones I'd come to regret.

I don't know Y/N that well. I don't know why she asked me to be her date to prom, she could've asked anyone. Maybe she figured I wasn't going with anyone else, which starts my racing thoughts. Worries of can everyone else see my insecurities? Is it obvious? Can everybody tell that I don't know what the hell I'm doing? I don't know.

And I do feel sometimes like I shouldn't be so honest with her. But, every time I turn to her, she always seems like she's listening to every word I say.

And right now, I just need someone to talk to.

"Beomgyu, you listening?"

"Huh?" I lift my head.

"So, I wanna give you another chance. I haven't told Minji yet, so you can still go out with her friend!"

I stumble over my words, "I-, I thought I said I wasn't interested"

Yeonjun laughs, "well, yeah, but that's just cause Y/N was there. It's nice of you to try to spare her feelings, but she's holdin' you back, bro"

"It had nothing to do with her. I just don't have time for something like that.. right now" I stammer.

"C'mon man, we all know she has a crush on you"

My face flushes, "why would you even SAY that? Y/N just-"

"You can be so oblivious," Yeonjun sighs, "Y/N is WAY obsessed with you. But don't miss out on something good because you're pitying her"

I grit my teeth, "I'm not pitying her. And I don't want to date your friend. I already told you"

Under my breath, I mutter, "sometimes, I don't even want to be your friend"

My friends stop as Yeonjun takes a firm step towards me, "what did you say to me?"

Suddenly, I no longer feel like the lost boy who stuck with friends who were no good for him because he was lonely. A rush of confidence takes over as I smirk, "Yeonjun, I'm starting to think you have a listening problem.

Or is it just your ego?"

He strides towards me, "what makes you think you can talk back to me? You think you're so cool now that one girl looks your way?"

"You always walk all over me like I'll come running back. Like you're better than me. What makes you think you can talk back to me?" I mock, "last I checked, this is just how you and me talk to each other now, Yeonjun"

He pushes me down to the sidewalk, "c'mon guys. Let's go"

And they follow behind him. Just like I knew they would. I look at the scrapes on my hands, then to their backs as they walk away.

Well, I knew this was going to happen eventually, right?

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(2 Days Later)

It's been a while since I've been to school. I didn't want to have to face Yeonjun. Or the others. I wanted them to think I was strong, and that their words couldn't hurt me. I felt like... if they saw me cry, they'd use it against me. In the moment, I felt like none of it hurt. Like it was the end of an era of pain and bottled-up feelings and tolerating it because it was all I had. They were all I had.

It was more than any one moment could capture, it was the culmination of many moments that I told myself weren't worth fighting over. Times when I'd get talked over. Times when I wasn't invited, and they'd come up with some excuse as to why. When there was a separate group chat. When I wasn't there for the inside jokes that, apparently, can't be retold. But it wasn't always this way.

Me and Yeonjun had been friends for years, way before the rest came along. We would spend so long just talking. I felt like he got me better than anyone else could. Then the rest came. It wasn't all at once, but slowly, more and more people were added to our friend group. I no longer felt like I was Yeonjun's best friend, even though he was mine.

Up until a few days ago, he still was.

He didn't use to care so much about what other people thought of him. Something changed. He wanted to be cool, he wanted respect, he wanted to get the girl he'd been chasing for years. And I was just someone from his past. Another faded polaroid. And he never wanted to take a new one.

So, I tried to make new friends. Tried to talk to others, break into the conversation. It seemed like having friends that treated me poorly was still better than being all on my own.

I went back to them. I accepted that I'd be walking in the bike lanes while they stayed on the sidewalk. I learned how to look busy when they were telling a joke I wasn't there for. I learned to be less so they could be more. So they could take more. Because on the outside, no one can tell that I don't have friends. No one can tell that inside, I'm still on the outside. And I thought that could be enough. It would have to be.

I haven't told her, but I noticed Y/N from the beginning. It was all so familiar. The panicked glances at the announcement of a group project, the seat in the back of the room, the headphones that weren't plugged into anything. Maybe that's why I felt so comfortable talking to her, it was like I already knew her.

I hope my friends-, er... I hope my old friends didn't notice that my hands were still shaking as I talked back to them. I wanted them to think I was indifferent about it all, I wanted them to think that. But... I'm not strong. Once they'd fled, I cried my eyes out. Because even if it was for the best, it still hurts. So I haven't been to school in days because I don't know how I will act when I see them again.

———

For the first time today, I pull myself out of bed and walk into the kitchen. I reach for a glass and fill it with water. Then my dad walks in.

He clears his throat, "are you feeling any better?"

"Yeah" I mutter.

He walks to the stove and begins cooking something.

"I heard you were having some trouble with your friends"

"Who told you that?" I ask.

"Your mom" he clarifies.

"Oh" I said.

I sit at the counter and slowly drink my water. It's silent, besides the sounds of him cooking. However, it isn't tense like it has been in the past. Just a normal father and his son.

He breaks the silence, "Y'know, I get how you feel"

"You do?"

"I've had fights with friends before too. It's hard when you had people you could be yourself around, and then you have to walk past them like strangers" he continues, "did you fight, or just fall out of touch?"

"Well, Yeonjun's not the same anymore. He used to be so fun, but... now he's just weird and obsessed with being cool. I was getting annoyed at him walking all over me, so I told him that. And..."

"Yeah. 'S probably because he's insecure, lots of teens act that way" he turns down the heat on the stove, "but you shouldn't be around people that are bringing you down"

"Mhm" I stare into the glass.

It's not common for me to go to my dad for advice, but I'm finding that he does actually know how I feel pretty well.

"Hey dad?"

"Yeah?" He answers while turning to me.

"Will... will I ever make real friends?"

He ponders on it for a moment, "it's hard when you're young. I think as you get older, you'll meet new people and it's easier to find friends that you actually have fun with"

Then, I think of Y/N. She always listens to me, and she's funny and kind, and when I talk to her I never feel like I'm putting up an act.

"How do you get closer to someone that you're only kinda friends with?"

"Hmm, that's a hard question," my dad answers, "ask them questions. Get to know them. People like talking about themselves." He finishes the food he's cooking and grabs a bowl from the cabinet to put it in, "just be open to people. Don't close yourself off. Let people get to know you, and you'll find people that like you. People that you can be yourself around"

He passes the bowl to me, "I made you some soup"

I look down at the steam rising from the soup, "thank you, dad"

He nods and walks out of the kitchen. Just before he leaves, he says, "I hope you feel better soon"

I smile, "thanks dad"

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alastairstom · 1 year

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evermore songs as tlh characters/ships

I saw someone do this for Folklore and Evermore's my favourite album, so...

sorry nbnc isn't included i just had no idea what to do with it lol

willow -> thomas @ alastair

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars Now this is an open-shut case Guess I should've known from the look on your face Every bait and switch was a work of art

champagne problems -> james @ cordelia + matthew

[He'll] patch up your tapestry that I shred And hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing With champagne problems

gold rush -> matthew

What must it be like To grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominoes My mind turns your life into folklore I can't dare to dream about you anymore At dinner parties Won't call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town We never found will never See a love as pure as it

tis the damn season -> anna @ ari

Sleep in half the day just for old times' sake I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay So I'll go back to L.A. and the so-called friends Who'll write books about me, if I ever make it And wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles I'm fakin' And the heart I know I'm breakin' is my own

tolerate it -> alastair @ charles

honestly this one is too fitting it was so hard to choose a quote but--

I greet you with a battle hero's welcome I take your indiscretions all in good fun I sit and listen, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten You're so much older and wiser and I...

happiness -> matthew @ cordelia

After giving you the best I had Tell me what to give after that All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness You haven't met the new me yet And I think [he'll] give you that

dorothea -> ari @ anna

It's never too late To come back to my side The stars in your eyes Shined brighter in Tupelo And if you're ever tired of being known For who you know You know, you'll always know me

coney island -> james @ cordelia

Did I close my fist around something delicate? Did I shatter you? And I'm sitting on a bench in Coney Island Wondering, "Where did my baby go?" The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go Sorry for not making you my centerfold

ivy -> alastair @ thomas while in paris

Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

cowboy like me -> ari @ anna

And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to mess this up And the old men that I've swindled Really did believe I was the one And the ladies lunching have their stories about When you passed through town But that was all before I locked it down

long story short -> matthew

I always felt I must look better in the rear view Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door And we live in peace But if someone comes at us This time, I'm ready

marjorie -> grace @ christopher (😭)

I should've asked you questions I should've asked you how to be Asked you to write it down for me Should've kept every grocery store receipt 'Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me Watched as you signed your name Marjorie All your closets of backlogged dreams And how you left them all to me

closure -> alastair @ charles after the end of chog

Yes, I got your letter Yes, I'm doing better It cut deep to know ya Right to the bone Yes, I got your letter Yes, I'm doing better I know that it's over I don't need your closure

evermore -> cordelia @ james

And I was catching my breath Floors of a cabin creaking under my step And I couldn't be sure I had a feeling so peculiar This pain wouldn't be for Evermore

right where you left me -> grace

I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

it's time to go -> matthew at the end of chot

Sometimes giving up is the strong thing Sometimes to run is the brave thing Sometimes walking out is the one thing That will find you the right thing That will find you the right thing And you know in your soul And you know in your soul When it's time to go

#evermore #taylor swift #the last hours #tlh #matthew fairchild #alastair carstairs #thomas lightwood #thomastair #anna lightwood #ari bridgestock #arianna #james herondale #cordelia carstairs #jordelia #herondaisy #grace blackthorn #christopher lightwood #gracetopher

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loving-august · 2 years

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broken marriage vow.

— a second entry for @okkatsudon 's collab entry: somebody new <33 hopefully the plot i made makes sense 😭😭

๑.pairings: fushiguro megumi x fem!reader

๑.genre: timeskip au, sorcery au, heavy angst + sfw !!

๑.synopsis: not all marriages end with a happy ending.

๑.warnings: violent language, unrequited, character death typos

๑.wc: 1.02k

๑.links: navigation | jjk.masterlist | taglist form

They say that marriage was the most blissful yet, enchanting event in one's life. To be spending all your days of life with the person you vowed to be with in front of the altar on that very special moment.

For the fact that such mutual feelings became one in usual marriages, that was not the case for you.

Like you and megumi.

You tried your best in filling the role as a loving and supportive wife to your husband. Sending off, making him lunch, and obeying him on what he requested. They say every marriage results in success when you have a supporting partner all the way to the end.

He doesn't even care about you. Not even once.

With the warm and welcoming gazes you have given to him, but only cold and icy glare are simply given to you. Your heart clenches and your stomach just gets punched by a bear. Just like now.

The door slid on the chambers, you can't help but to feel the butterflies on your stomach, no matter how you tried to deny the fact, your heart still screams his name over and over again. You were helplessly in love with him after all this time.

"Welcome home, megumi," you softly said. all you ever saw in his eyes were empty. with all of the guts you had, you clearly know what he wishes always. He looked at you for a mere second and walked past you to go inside of his room. Yes, both of you didn't share the bed like normal couples do.

You bit your lip to stop tearing up once again. You took all your courage to knock on his door. After five seconds, you slowly opened the door to see him writing something.

"Have you eaten dinner yet? I can make one if you'd like," you offered. in the reality you lived in , there was a spark of hope, hoping that he could talk to you even for a minute. He stopped writing and looked at you, "I already ate before I got here," he answered.

"Are you sure?"

Tick. Megumi was pissed.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO DUMB?! I TOLD YOU I'M FINE!" he yelled. the only thing you asked if he was okay, because you can clearly see him struggle on something. That's what wives do, right? To comfort their husbands in times of hardships?

"b-but you're clearly not! you haven't eaten since yesterday!"

"Why don't you mind your business for once?! god dammit you're so stubborn!" he stood up, and threw the papers beside him.

The helpers may have heard the argument, gossiping amongst themselves that you and megumi won't last. And they probably know that you weren't the woman he fell in love with.

"Because I care about you megumi!" You sniffed as your tears were rolling on your cheeks. You wiped it off with your bare hands.

He scoffed, "you may look like her but guess what? I don't give a damn about any of this! She was dead because of your goddamn weak ass, It's always been you!" His voice became louder unlike before.

You laughed, "me? Yes! ITS ALWAYS FUCKING ME! Y/N OF L/N, THE MOST WEAK, PATHETIC, AND CURSELESS CHILD!" Your voice was more likely in a sarcastic tone, "don't tell me shit because I already know! I might not like my sister but I'm trying! I tried to do the things that everybody wants now that she's gone!" you broke down and sobbed. With All the frustrations you had, you couldn't say more, it was a lot.

You silently walked inside your chamber and began to freshen yourself, you washed your face and patted it dry. For somehow, you looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of you.

Funny thing is, you looked exactly like the person Megumi loved at first. Your twin sister, y/s/n.

How come both of you had the same face and voice yet Megumi fell for her? You had no idea. Not in the slightest bit.

Oh that's right, she was brave, strong, unpredictable, compassionate, kind, and has that fucking cursed energy that everybody's been waiting for the time you bkth were in your mother's womb. Even an ounce to her other personalities, you had none. Also for the cursed energy? Never had ever in your life.

Oh sweet y/s/n, such a perfect child. But do remember, every shining figure has its shadow too, but the shadow was you. Getting outshined by the greatest qualities, instead your not-so admirable personalities were always being seen just like a shadow, all black, unknown, and vague. Truly, she can have every man she ever desired, but she was now six feet under because of you.

But for the first time ever, you felt relieved, you began to talk more and try things differently, they may say that you were a horrible sister for y/s/n. How could they say that? How can you be so attached when they didn't even let you get to talk to her? Play with her? Spend time like sisters would do? People love to assume things when they are the one who exactly knows the whole context.

Ever since childhood, you got separated from her because of the amount of attention she has. Just imagine being twins, exleactibg for both to have the power like everybody does in the jujutsu community. Just like the zenin twins, maki, who was born with no cursed energy yet she managed to get in top, and was now being looked up to by other young sorcerers.

You could never be like her. Just no.

You lie down on the futon and cover yourself with the thick blanket you had. Oh to dream of megumi, finally reciprocating your love for him in 6 years. That would be a dream come true. For the ugliest yet heartbreaking truth, you can never be someone like your sister, who was somebody to him.

#๑.made by aug #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #megumi x reader #megumi angst #megumi x y/n #megumi x you #megumi x reader angst #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi fanfic #jujutsu megumi #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #megumi imagine #megumi headcanons #jjk fanfic

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winteringdream · 2 years

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Can I please request a no.14 fluff with Maki since I haven't seen anything for him yet 😭

──────── selfie ⋆｡˚

"am i your lockscreen?" "you weren't supposed to see that."

p. maki x gn!reader g. fluff 100+ event

"stop pushing the door when it clearly says pull," you say as you and maki walk into the school cafeteria.

"school sucks at placing these stupid doors. it's so inconvenient to pull a door when everyone is pushing you around trying to get food," maki complains, pulling a chair away from the table the both of you always sit at with your friends.

"where's the rest?" you ask. you look around to search for the others. the sound of students talking grows louder.

"didn't some of them have p.e. right now?" maki reminds you. after two minutes of sitting at the table the stream of students coming in stops.

"hey, can you look after my stuff? i'm gonna buy lunch, do you want anything?"

you shake your head, maki always liked to treat you to food, but you felt guilty for spending his money.

usually, maki would take his phone with him, but this time it's right in front of you, the screen faced down.

you pick it up turn it on to take selfies on it. as the screen lights up you are met with a selfie of you and maki together.

it was a selfie you had taken when the two of you were getting icecream after school.

his small peace sign and bright smile next to you holding up your icecream and sticking out your tongue. the numbers that indicate the time block a part of his face, but your face was clearly displayed in the center.

after snapping some selfies on his phone you put it back on the table. you were so going to tease him about it.

you refrain yourself from grinning when maki comes back with his lunch. your eyes follow him from the stairs to the table.

"what?" he asks, confused, as he puts his card back in his phonecase.

"am i your lockscreen?" you tease. his head snaps up, eyes wide and hand shooting towards his phone.

"you weren't supposed to see that," he eventually mumbles.

you chuckle at his embarrassment, he was lucky it was only the two of you having lunch.

"promise you won't -" "i won't tell the others, but we should take a better picture next time, one where your face isn't covered by the time when you set it as wallpaper,"

when maki arrives home to look through the other pictures he has with you he comes across the fifteen selfies you had taken when he was gone.

his face lights up at the sight of you, these selfies would become his next wallpaper.

#andaudition drabbles #&audition boys fanfic #&audition #&audition the howling #the howling #the howling maki #&audition maki #&audition boys #maki fluff #maki x reader #andaudition maki x reader #maki angst #&audition drabbles #&audition fluff #🌱 ; 100 event !

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Convert Anon💜 here!!

Now i’m having children headcanon brainrot and sorry if this is something you don’t really like talking about(gonna put each kid headcanons with my simps in different asks to not make them too long and to give me a bit of room to ramble(sorry in advance))

Like, with Leona, I feel like his genes would be more dominant and so our kid probably has darker skin and hair but maybe my eyes(which are an icy blue/grey) and he would love to be around his dad and if this is when we’re still in school(vut married), well, Savanaclaw kinda all are protective of the small royal and Leona skips class more to watch our son(the teachers shake their head at him) or to join our class to watch him while we have to do things in alchemy

And with Divus and Crowley they absolutely dote on him and i feel like we get most of his clothes from father Divus and Crowley tries to spoil him but Divus says that since he had all this money before then why couldnt he make his pup’s(us) living situation better

And Ruggie being the trustworthy AND chaotic uncle is the best, he can be trusted to take care of him but also gonna teach him crime

Jack would probably be best babysitter cause the kid will be safe and watched over and Jack would try to teach the kid to always do what’s right and to go for justice and also maybe try to exercise with them(kid strapped to the chest as he goes on a morning jog or using the kid as a dumbbell)

Leona also would probably be really good during pregnancies with catering to our every need and cravings but also hate it when we wake up jn the middle of the night for ice cream and look like we would cry if we dont get any and carry our things to classes and maybe just join our classes cause he doesn’t want anything to happen to us and also just glares at Ace and Deuce and just ignores the teachers when they tell him to go to his own class and eventually they just give up and give him the work from his own classes and make him help us with projects

Also lots more cuddiling and marking cause we are caring royalty now, and we are his and no one is going to take his wife from him and also probably sends Ruggie to get lots of food from the cafeteria and eventually the first year geoup just comes to join us jn the gardens during lunch cause Leona is a territorial lion and they also are wanting to hang out with us and Leona is glaring at them the entire time while we eat and talk

I love fan babies! I have several for the twst characters that I want to post about but haven't had the chance to because I suck as naming characters 😭😭 the pain of it all. I have Lilias daughter and malleus daughter designed (he also has another son and daughter but they aren't names or designed yet 😭) no need to be sorry.

you have pretty eyes convert anonie, youre going to have several babysitter lined up. the staff and some of the nrc students will love to babysit when you two are busy.

divus is right you break fried bird, im going to kick your ass. sdjlkjkdjflkd

jack is trustworthy and you cant help but love him. you two can protect him no matter what. jack having a baby strapped to him is a sight to see lolol

Ace and deuce would be extra protective, I can see deuce treating you like glass and taking care of you. ace while he can be snarky and a little shit, with also take care of you and make sure you dont cry and beat everyone up.

leona eventually has to back off unless he wants and angry pregnant wife because you are not letting him see your friends lolol

#answered #anonie #💜convert anon #leona kingscholar x reader #kids au

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levi-supreme · 2 years

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Helloooooo! I'm backkkkk!!!

Here's a prompt -

Levi knows that you've been so so so stressed at work. So, one fine day he drops in unannounced. And tells you that he has had a word with your boss and is whisking you away.

What does he have planned???

Well the work setting wouldn't work for me since it's impossible for me to just drop my work and leave (haha you would know why 😂) but I am loving this plsssssss 😭😭💖

Also I'm gonna make this a selfship response just because I have been stressed and sad for the past two weeks or so and I NEED HUSBAND LEVI TO COME BRING ME AWAY FROM THIS REALITY T^T

Warning: Very indulgent. Please block the tags #levi x rei and #reivi to spare yourself from the uwu haha. Some husband and wife intimate moments. Also I didn't mean for this to be this long it was supposed to be a short drabble but Levi knows I need this badly ✋🏽

Levi knows how stressed I've been recently. I haven't been eating and sleeping well, and my dark circles have gotten even worse. I've been so cranky and grumpy, and even the kids can sense something up with their mama too.

Another work day, more of the same shit but just on a different day. As I sat in front of my desktop typing away, I kept looking at the clock on the wall, counting down to lunchtime. Why was I looking forward to lunch anyway? It's not like I'm going to eat since I know I'm going to spend my time in front of my desktop doing work.

As the clock struck one, my colleagues all started leaving the office, discussing about what to eat for lunch and also complaining about the lunch crowd.

"Hey, Rei, need us get you anything, a sandwich, maybe?" One of them very kindly asked. I shook my head and urged them to leave quickly before the crowd starts gathering. Sighing, I locked my desktop and took out my laptop. Time to put work aside and tackle my assignments now. Who said it was a good idea to work and study at the same time? Bad choice, Rei, bad choice.

I didn't know how long passed, but then, I heard someone knocking on my desk, and I jumped in shock.

"Amour? W-why are you here? Don't you have work?" I looked at my watch and it was almost two. I wasn't expecting my husband to be paying me a visit at my office. "What happened? Are the kids okay?"

"Tch, aren't you supposed to be happy to see me?" Levi rolled his eyes and closed my laptop, keeping it inside my laptop bag.

"Hey! I haven't saved my document yet, Levi! What are you doing?!"

"I'm taking you out. I helped you apply for PM leave and your boss said okay." Levi kept my chargers and took my coat from the chair, pulling me up and dragging me out of the office.

"B-but, wait, amour, the desktop—I need to log out first! Wait—"

"You're coming back to work the next day anyway, don't bother." Levi dragged me to the lift, walking me to his car. Putting my stuff at the rear, he took his seat and wore his seat belt before adjusting his mirrors.

"So. Are you going to explain why you barged into my workplace at lunch time, Mr Ackerman?" I crossed my arms and looked at Levi. A part of me was annoyed that Levi barged in without any explanation or warning. Yet, I couldn't help but wonder what was Levi planning too.

"You'll find out soon, Mrs Ackerman," Levi kissed the back of my hand and drove out of the parking lot. Levi ended up driving us back home and I gave him a look of confusion. So much for a surprise... Levi told me to open the door and once I did, the house was empty, and there was a bouquet of sunflowers on the dining table.

"Where are the kids?" I wondered out loud. Renée should already be home from kindergarten, and the boys should be having their play time while Charlotte was napping. Maman isn't home too. "The dogs? And the rabbits?"

"They're with Farlan and Isabel. Don't worry. Maman's there too. They won't be back for a while, we have the whole house to ourselves." Levi smiled and took my bags as I removed my shoes. Levi then walked me to our bedroom and took off my coat, gently pushing me to the toilet. My jaw dropped when I pushed open the sliding door. My favourite candle was burning and the bathtub—the bathtub that we used for probably only five times since we started living here—was filled and decorated with rose petals.

"Amour," I turned around as Levi started unbuttoning my blouse, "aren't you supposed to be at work? When did you find time to do all these?"

"It's my off day," Levi muttered and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall with a gentle thud. I rolled my eyes. Levi's off day is in another two days. Who is he trying to kid?

"Amour."

"I'm working from home today." Off went my bra and panties and Levi started undressing too. I frowned again. Levi's ears were turning red. He was lying again.

"Levi." My voice dropped a tone lower.

"Fuck, I can never hide anything from you, can I? Levi carried me into the bathtub. The water was really warm thanks to the afternoon sun. "Okay. Fine. I took leave from work, alright? I wanted to spend the time with you today. No work, no kids, no nothing. Just us." Levi sat down next to me in the bathtub, sighing when the warm water washed over him. Closing his eyes, Levi pulled me closer to him. Leaning on his shoulder, I mirrored him and closed my eyes too, taking in a deep breath to inhale the musky scent of the candle. Levi started massaging my shoulders and I cried out loud.

"Ah!!!" turning around, I squinted towards Levi, "that hurts, amour," I ended with a pout.

"You've been typing all day, of course your shoulders are hurting," Levi nagged, but I could feel his strokes becoming a little lighter. I winced again as Levi continued massaging my shoulders and neck. I never realised how stiff my shoulders were and how painful my neck was until Levi told me to stretch. God, all these typing and sitting down for long hours are killing my posture.

Once he was done, Levi loosened my hairdo and gave me a nice scalp massage too. I nearly fell asleep against Levi's chest because it was so comfortable. For that moment, I really did forget about all the stress and assignments and work I had to do, and all my mind registered was how relaxed I was. Levi wiped us dry and carried me to the bed. There was a towel spread across the mattress. Why didn't I notice it earlier? There were a few bottles of body lotion there too.

"Go on, choose one," Levi wore his boxers and made me lie prone on the mattress, "what do you want to smell like today?" I glanced at the bottles. There were my unscented baby lotion that I use for the boys and Charlotte, there was a lavender-scented one, a rose-scented one, a sakura-scented one, and a sweet floral one.

"Hmm..." I passed the lavender one to Levi, "this one." Levi smiled and shifted my hair to one side, pumping out some lotion on his hand before rubbing them across my upper back.

"Ohhh amour—yes, mmm..." I hummed in delight as Levi started massaging my shoulder blades, moving to my arms. Levi used to give me massages when I was pregnant, and oh, his foot massages were the best. "Ahhh, yes, there—" Levi hit a particularly sore spot near my mid-back and he started focusing there, slowly applying more lotion on my body and working his way all the way down to my aching calves. I was squirming a lot because my calves were aching really badly, but Levi was using the right amount of strength to make sure I wasn't hurting. I could feel myself getting sleepier and my body seemed to become lighter, the soothing scent of lavender surrounding us, the sound of the wind outside and the rustling of leaves forming a gentle harmony.

"Rei. Mon cœur—" Levi gently tapped my arm. I rubbed my eyes and looked up, and realised Levi was now lying beside me, an arm draped across my back, "you fell asleep. It's almost five."

"Mm, sorry, I didn't know I was so tired"—I let out a yawn mid-sentence, snuggling closer to Levi—"your massage was too good, amour."

"You haven't been sleeping well, and I know how stressed you've been recently," Levi pulled me into his embrace, pressing my body snug against his, "so, I don't know, I just wanted to do something to help you feel better."

"You did. I love this, amour. Thank you," I gave Levi a peck on the lips, "I never knew how badly I needed all these." I continued staring at Levi with a smile on my face. What did I do in my past life to marry such a sweet and loving husband? Levi stroked my cheek with a finger and pressed another soft kiss on my lips, tangling his fingers in my hair and pulling me closer. I could taste his mint mouthwash when our tongues intertwined. Before I knew it, Levi was hovering above me, letting our bodies do the talking. My back arched in excitement as Levi peppered kisses all over my face, giggling when he nuzzled his nose against my neck.

"Anyway"—Levi pressed a kiss on my jaw—"I'm not done pampering you"—another kiss on the tip of my nose—"I'm making us steak for dinner tonight"—a kiss on my cheek—"and then I'm giving you a nice facial—"a kiss on the other cheek—"and another full body massage at night"—a chaste kiss on my forehead. Levi started smirking and one hand descended lower to cup my breast. Oh. That kind of massage.

"Is this why the house is empty?" I giggled, flipping us over. Laying on top of Levi, I leaned my head on his chest as he started stroking my back really slowly, "can't wait for tonight, baby."

"So am I. But first—" Levi kissed me once more and pushed me off him. "I got to start preparing the steak. Get some sleep, mon cœur. I'll wake you up when dinner's ready." I nodded and went to put on my pyjamas, stretching my limbs as I lay down on the mattress again.

"I love you," I mumbled as Levi pushed himself off the mattress. Pressing a kiss on my temple, Levi muttered the same words in my ear.

"I love you too, mon cœur."

#ack3rlady.asks #rei.answers #levi x rei #reivi #i have no sense of self-control i am sorry lol #also i want levi to give me a massage please 😔#or you know #just make out with me #sobs

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icanseethefuture333 · 11 months

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Hey!! My crush is a pisces sun, taurus rising, sag moon, aries mercury and venus and a scorpio mars. How do I approach her? I'm so lost 🫠🫠

Ooo that's a really good question anon! Thank you for trusting in me and asking for my opinion lol. I think judging by your crush's placements I can tell for sure that she's a strong willed woman yet the Pisces adds some softness to her character. So I believe to show that you like her, you overall need to take action but also be sweet and affectionate. Ask her questions like "oh what do you need?", "what would be your ideal date?", "do you need any help later?", etc. For example, if she said she was wanting some coffee or whatever, and you went and bought her favorite drink - I feel that she would appreciate that a lot! People I know with dominant Aries placements overall really like people that take action and if they don't follow their word, they immediately dislike them (they're also short tempered and with a Scorpio Mars too, they don't play 💀 since Scorpio and Aries being from the same planet and all). Another thing is don't be tooooo available or be super clingy towards her. People with fire sign placements like to chase when they like someone. Also since she's a Pisces she could like to daydream and fantasize about their partners. I have a Pisces mars and whenever I have a crush on someone I just always have like this idea in my head of all the different dates we could have or think about how we would be as a couple (dare I say Pisces people can be... kind of delulu 😭?). Also not to be toxic or try intentionally hurt someone but maybe getting her a little bit jealous could help your chances 😂? Since Scorpio placements tend to be passionate and kind of possessive. Like I said before being a bit detached could have her interested and be like "oh but the way they were being so nice to me how come they haven't hung out with me lately?🤔". So let's say that situation happens and she's like "I haven't seen you in a while would you like to go get lunch". You would respond casually and be like "Thanks but I have plans with my friend. We're actually gonna go see a movie". IF I HAD SOMEONE DO THAT TO ME .... I'd be like "oh so they're cheating on me 😒"??? 😭😭😭 "Why aren't they as obsessed with me as they usually are 🤨🤔" LMAOOO. Just don't make her too jealous because that would be hurting her feelings and we don't want that. The point I'm trying to make is you just have to see if she puts in as much effort that you do and if she doesn't then that's OK but I also think whenever you guys are close and you feel comfortable you could also just tell her and ask her out :)!! I hope my advice made sense, I know some people are gonna read this and be like "boi wth boi"- I'm literally just going off by the placements you said she has sksndmsms 💀

#not me giggling while answering this #please dont send me hate mail if it doesnt turn out well I've been single my whole life LMAOOOO 😭💔#as far as im concerned though I'm a good matchmaker 😃#anon #anons #astrology #astrology observation #astro observations #ask #asks

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imhereforscm · 11 months

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Our creative writing exam went well. Thank you for you help!!! 😊 We are not part of the scm fandom but i have read your fics and they are wonderful. Especially the " Two Different Worlds " series. I love that series. 🌠 💕💕 Please continue writing more. Can i request something? I am not very familiar with the characters, so please choose a appropriate character for this story. 🙂

The story goes like-

The reader is sad, she is crying during lunch break and the guy she admires ( who is an artist; he is one year senior) talks to her for the first time and encourages her to pursue her dreams. They become friends and eventually lovers.

Please don't feel pressured to write this. I just wanted to request something. 🙂🌼

Again Thank you for helping us earlier. ❤

"A future for yourself"

Genre: comfort/fluff

Pairing: Human!Tauxolouve × reader

Warnings: none

A/N: I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU PASSING YOUR EXAMS!!!😭😭💕💕💕💕✨✨✨💕✨💕💖💕💖🌹🌹🌹💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨💖✨ CONGRATULATIONS!!!! Also, thank you for your support, it means a lot to me, really😊😊❤️❤️ And from the information you've given me, I used Tauxolouve (the guy from the "two different worlds" series.) When you said "artist", I was like- "alright, I got you!(⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)" Enjoy!!(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

You stared down at your lunch and your stomach as if narrowing, refused to consume anything.

You sighed and shut the bowl with its lid, before folding your forearms on top of it and then resting your forehead there.

You felt as if you stood in the middle of a crossroad and no signs were anywhere near to point out the way to you. Your thoughts had become a skein, tangled so tightly, it squeezed your brain to the point of pain.

You felt tears building up behind your eyelids, trying to slip out and colour your face in distress, stain it with sorrow. You took deep breaths, trying to calm your hurting heart down, but it wasn't easy, given how tight your throat felt.

Your bottom lip began quivering and upon opening your eyes, you instantly felt the cool droplets of pain dripping down your cheeks and onto your forearms. You didn't raise your head, wanting to wallow in your distress on your own. You felt as if everyone would tell you to give up. You were almost completely sure they would, so you were scared. You were scared to hear a harsh truth.

"Is anyone sitting here?" The voice of a guy startled you and your trembling shoulders jerked.

You peeked up from your folded position and you shook your head in declination. "No. No, it's empty."

"Great." He said and set his lunch in front of yours. His slanted, dark eyes looked into your watery ones and his lips curled into a soft smile. "May I ask why are you crying?"

You swallowed thickly upon his questions. You knew that guy and admired him for as long as you knew him, so you weren't sure coming out to him with your problems was something you'd like. Wouldn't that embarrass you?

Tauxolouve pushed his bottle of water gently towards you. "I noticed you haven't brought anything to drink. It'll help you calm down."

Your eyes shifted to the bottle that was still sealed and sitting close to you and even though you felt a little guilty for it, you accepted it, since your throat was starting to hurt from how dry it was. "Thank you..." You responded, your voice slightly hoarse.

"Don't mention it." He waved his hand at you and leaned onto the table, so you could speak in a low voice only he could hear. "No one is going to hear us, so do you want to talk about it? I don't like to see people crying by themselves, you see."

You wiped your remaining tears with the back of your hand and looked into his eyes. His concern seemed genuine and so you decided that at least you could try. You took a deep breath. "I don't know what to do. I have things that make me happy and yet... I don't seem to make the decision to follow them. I've been discouraged by most people by being told it's pointless. They tell me to give up and settle for something else, but I..." Your vision blurred again and the words struggled to pass through your throat. "I know what they expect me to do won't make me happy. It is not what I choose, no matter how hard I think on it."

He made sure not to miss a word and once you were done speaking, he took your hand in his two warm ones and gave it a comforting squeeze. "May I tell you what I think?"

You nodded.

"Thank you." His hold on your hand loosened up, but he didn't let go of it. "Many people will look down on you for chasing your dreams. Whether that's because they're narrow minded and can't accept that someone likes something different from them or because they themselves don't have anything to love and now they want to put out your flame and leave you cold too." Tauxolouve began his speech and you found yourself listening to every word with undivided attention. "But you know, what I believe is that this life is yours and you should focus on building a future for yourself, not for others. You will experience this life, swim in its waves and feel its air on your skin. You will feel all that, not someone who thinks they're entitled to boss you around. So which ocean's waves you want to swim in or the temperature of the air you want to feel is up to you." Watching you looking at him with such interest, as if he was heavensent, made him chuckle a little and poke the tip of your nose. "These are words of a senior, who's heard all kinds of things about my major in arts."

"Thank you so much." You said from the bottom of your heart. You couldn't deny the fact that after what he said you felt stronger inside. His little verbal push was the support you needed to regain your confidence.

"No need to thank me." He said humbly. "I couldn't bear to see a pretty lady so broken and upset." He winked at you, before turning to his lunch, leaving you a little bashful.

The days passed and before you even realized it, they blended into months. Months which consisted of days when you and Tauxolouve met every day.

You would hang out during lunch, make your way to classes together and even exchange numbers, so you could chat even outside academic hours.

One evening, your phone's screen lit up and your lips instinctively curled into a smile, your heart racing at a speed that made you giggle excitedly like a little girl, at Tauxolouve's contact name across the screen.

The text he sent you read for you to open your balcony door and step outside.

A part of you suspected why, but you still felt a little clueless. You did as he instructed and sure enough, you found him standing below your balcony.

"How's my little lady?" He said, smiling up at you with his charming smile.

"Wonderful, now that I see you." You replied a little shy at the way he was staring at you. "What did you need? I don't remember scheduling to go anywhere today."

Tauxolouve didn't reply and instead picked a purple flower from the pushes below your balcony and held it up for you to see. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me."

You were left speechless at first, seeing everything unfold in from of you like this, but you were definitely not displeased. You had grown to love him as more than a friend for quite some time now, but you never thought he'd feel the same. He was always desired by women anyway, you assumed that since he could have almost anyone he wanted, you wouldn't be his first option.

Yet there he was and you were not going to deny him. Like he said: it was your life, therefore they were also your choices.

"I'd love to."

#scm #star crossed myth #fanfic scm #scm fanfic #scm tauxolouve

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sparkbeast20 · 2 years

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Tia, sorry for gushing over my new cat in your inbox but I gotta tell someone ><

So we found Nemo earlier this morning and she adapted pretty quickly. She also slept in my arms this morning 😭😭

But since it's nearing afternoon and both me and my mom haven't gotten ready to prepare for lunch yet, we had to find something to keep her entertained or 'locked'. We didn't buy any potty for her yet because my dad is busy this whole day, so we're going to a pet store right after he finished his evening meeting. We can't really let her run around the house without supervision since she might pee/poo everywhere.

And we decided to 'locked' her in a basket and cover the top of it with something light. She didn't try to get out though 😂 nor does she meowed loudly for attention. I guess she understands that we are busy and need to prepare lunch, so she sat back and relaxed :'3 Such a cutie

I peeked through the hole that the basket has to observe what she's doing and she's laying there silently 😭 I think I found a good kitty for myself (Or more like this kitty found herself a new home :'3)

Nemo: I will just look at you so you can feel guilty Hooman Nya~

She so cute!!!

Han, Same! there was a time where a litter of our kittens were in the way of the morning cooking for our family Eatery so since I'm the family resident cat/dog handler, they woke me up and demand me to keep the kittens away from the cooking area.

So I took a unuse laundry basket, took a big rock heavy enough. And trap the kittens under the Laundry basket with the big rock making sure they don't escape.

All the kittens just look at me with pleading eyes, but I was half sleep to be affected by their cuteness before heading back to bed XD

The way Nemo is looking at the camera just remind me that morning

Don't worry Han, she'll get use this life :D

#spark's answer #hi han :3

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brwnicons · 2 years

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ive reread the rules several times but might've forgotten or understood this wrong but i had a prompt in mind!

May you write for a male (or gn reader. whatever floats your boat) who's the embodiment of the grumpy cat stereotype. (So he's a neko, is that allowed?) Like he's irritable but Itto just eats that shit up for lunch and constantly teases them because he's part of raiden's army (i haven't reached inazuma yet sorry 😭😭 idk the name).

So one day, Itto's being himself and reader is getting annoyed, as usual. But Itto scratches the reader's ears and reader purrs. For a split second he freezes and then the reader starts demanding him to scratch better. So Itto's teasing backfired and now he's stuck scratching the reader's ears or else he'll get clawed. Maybe in the end the reader goes to one of his beetle matches and cheers him on? (like very aggressively as well. "YEAH GO ITTO'S BEETLE! FUCK THOSE KIDS UP!")

very self indulgent request but im in need for itto comfort content 👈👉🕺

thank you for reading!

☆ I didn't understand if you wanted reader on the good or the bad side, so I put him on the good one, hope that's ok !! Also I made the purring scenario and a few headcanons undercut <3 ☆

Itto x Grumpy Cat Male Reader

-> Gif: @c6jpg

-> Summary: Male Reader, fluff, One-Shot, Headcanons undercut.

One-Shot Summary: On your day off you go to cheer Itto on one of his beetle battles but, before, he finds certain sweet spot behind your ear.

-> Triggers: Swearing

-> Warnings: Don't tag this as yaoi or fetish mlm relationships !!

-> Scenario's words: 1K

Please tell me if you find any mistake

- Scenario -

For some reason, the Shogun's Army paused its advance and preassure for a few days, mostly probably because of a lack of resources.

This little rest of the confrontation made you able to relax for a while and have a couple of days off, the canine general reassuring you that he would have everything covered. And so you accepted.

It was a bright sunny day with a clear sky, a gentle marine breeze refreshing the air. You decided to benefit from the weather by going out to take a little nap on some warm rocks outside, enjoying the calm environment.

But your little peace was soon broken as you felt your partner's loud voice piercing through your ears, gaining an annoyed growl from your part.

"T/N, YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT I JUST FOUND!"

"The best Onikabuto beetle you've ever seen?" You sighed without even opening an eye

"THE BEST ONIKAB-" He paused, looking at you with wide eyes "Wait, how did you know?" He asked as he approached his face to yours

You lifted your eyebrows at him and stretched your arms without getting up, "Will you fight with it?" You asked, raising your body to sit on the rock

"OF COURSE!", he roared while lifting the purple beetle in the air, "M'gonna beat that kiddo this time for sure!"

"I'm sure of it"

After a moment of silence he looked you up and down and tilted his head, "Uh... What are you doing?"

You stretched your back and patted the warm rock's surface. "Just relaxing" you said as you closed your eyes under the comfortable heat of the sun, your ears ducking in a peaceful way.

Suddenly, you feel a warm preassure on your ear and when you open your eyes you see Itto's wide hand groping behind your pinna, giving light scratches here and there.

"What do you think you're doing, Itto?" You growl annoyed as you start twitching your ears, trying to get out from his grasp.

He grunted thoughtfully while he kept scratching your ear, "Aw, man, but it worked with Gorou", He mumbled softly, clearly disappointed.

You were about to ask what in hell he was talking about when your thoughts got interrupted by a sudden wave of pleasure. Not sexual pleasure, but as when you eat your favourite food or someone gives you a massage. And without even noticing, you started emitting a low deep rumble.

You both fell silent and looked into each other's shocked eyes.

"YOU CAN PURR! I KNEW IT!" Itto bursted into laughs as he bent over and tried to hold onto his knees.

"Don't you fucking dare to stop now, Oni" you deeply growled, showing him your sharp claws threathendly and a serious expression that let your fangs at his display.

Itto gulped into response and quickly continued scratching the previous point, giggling whenever your purring got louder or when your feet twitched before his attention.

It felt heavenly. In fact, both of you almost forgot about Itto's beetle match, which you hated to remind him since it meant that he would have to pause the scratching.

"Uhm, Itto, didn't you have a mighty revenge beetle battle against some kid?" You eventually asked between purrs.

"SHIT! I completely forgot! Thanks you, man, love you!" He quickly stumbled, giving you a little peck on your forehead before sprinting where the battle was agreed.

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You arrived a few minutes later, grateful that the battle wasn't started yet. You slipped between a crowd of children that whispered gathered around a wooden table to find itto crooked down on the floor, talking indistinctly to his bug.

"You gotta show 'em who's the best, buddy, I believe in you" He encouraged the poor bug who could only walk confused in circles.

You sighed softly and sat down along the other kids, waiting for the fight to begin.

At last, Itto's rival appeared. It was a little girl on a blue kimono and a yellow hat, her face showed a smug smirk as his hands holded a little wooden box with the word "Slayer" writed on big red letters on it.

Itto's expression changed drastically when he saw the proud toddler appear.

"Ready to get your ass kicked, Mr Arataki?"

She asked in a intimidately high-pitched voice.

"You wish!" Itto immediately roared back, his lips curving into a confident smirk as his fangs joined his smile.

And the battle started.

You've never been specially excited for his confrontations but it wasn't as you really tried neither. But the way the kids cheered and the competitors encouraged their fighter really got into your skin and soon, without even noticing it, you were too cheering for your boyfriend. Though maybe too aggressively.

No wonder why some mothers would pick their children with a frightened face after every fight when things like

"C'MON YOU ITTO'S BEETLE, EAT THAT SUCKER FUCKING ALIVE"

"YEAH, GO, ITTO'S BEETLE! FUCK THOSE KIDS UP!"

And a bunch of other profanities were shouted by a couple of grown ass men.

In the end, the smug toddler claimed her victory when Itto's beetle fell on his back, gaining both of you and Itto's endless list of curses.

But, even after losing the beetle battle, the confrontation ended pretty pleasantly, as the little girl unexpectly gave Itto a small chocolate bar, declaring that "Mr Arataki fought bravely and deserved a prize too".

God, you were starting to understand why Itto loved spending time with them.

"Thanks for encouraging me, man!" Itto exclaimed as he hugged you tightly, his mouth tightly gabbing his chocolate prize.

You quickly dodged his horns before they pinched you and patted his head repeatedly, gently stroking his white locks between your fingers.

"Anytime" you muttered softly.

The Oni between your arms then raised his head lightly, looking into your eyes with a devilish smirk, your confused face and raised brow making it funnier for him.

When you felt his nails on your scalp you didn't even needed to ask and as soon as you felt the wave of pleasure you knew you had already lost this battle.

"Itto, please" you tried to beg through whispers, but a low rumbling sound betrayed yourself and hiding your face on the crook on his neck and succumbing to his attention looked like the only exit.

"Man, wish I knew this before" You heard Itto giggle soundly.

And the only answer you could possibly give was a deep purr of satisfaction.

Maybe you could ask for a bunch of days off from the rebellion army and spend a few days with your boyfriend.

- Headcanons -

• You two are the literal "no energy" & "too much energy" couple

• Itto always screaming and rambling about everything while you just stay still with a serious expression painted on your face

• Completely silent or giving short grunts of approval

• But always listening to his rambling <3

• Also Itto teasing you about literally everything you do

• "Aww, who's a cute little kitten?? You are!!"

• "Shut the FUCK up"

• He is always touching your weapons and playing with them

• You're genuinely afraid that he would hurt himself

• And you show that through anger

• "ITTO DROP THAT I DON'T WANT YOU TO HURT YOURSELF"

• Also plenty PLENTY of touches on your face, back, arms... But mostly, ears.

• You have a rule of not ear-touching, but this man couldn't give less about it

• Mostly because it's awkward, but looks like that rule won't last much long

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