#like just say u let men get away with anything bc u want to fuck them
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you ppl love villains/morally grey characters UNTIL they're a woman, then all of a sudden they are annoying, evil and irredeemable
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what do we think rafe would be like during a road-trip?
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i don’t think you’d call him by his name the whole trip. it’s just dad. bc that’s exactly how he acts >:(
u have been begginggg for an actual roadtrip instead of just taking the jet or something so he finally obliges n hires out this top of the line camper van <33 he thinks it’ll be good for him ,, getting away from everyone and everything for a while to spend time on the road with his girl !!
does his fair share of complaining, esp at first — saying stuff like “jesus, what is this… got me actin’ like… a pogue or something.” but he won’t tolerate any complaints from u, giving your thigh a little smack n saying “hey, brat — m’doin’ all this fuckin’ driving for you. least you could do is be grateful. a’ight? now have a nap. s’not like i’m goin’ anywhere.”
he got one of those trucks that have three front seats so that you can sit right up next to his side n rest with your cheek on his arm, or lay curled across the two seats at his side. no matter how grumpy he is, he’ll put a gentle hand across you when you’re sleeping whenever he makes a hard brake so you don’t go sliding out the seat <33
definitely a sucker for road head, letting you lazily suckle at his tip whilst he steers on the open road, humming in pleasure when you take him further. “fuck, could get used to this shit baby. gonna wanna fuck that mouth everytime i drive from now on.”
very very serious about directions n tourist stops n maps, constantly checking over everything with a frown, patting his pockets down to make sure he’s got everything. he’ll tug you along to walk at his speed, buy you icecream to keep you quiet n obedient, dusting down your dress for you when you sleepily stumble along beside him after lunch, your boyfriend ridding of the crumbs that reside on you.
whenever you cross over into a new state he’s flashing that expensive smile, charming the officers who wanna search the van. not that there’s anything bad in there, just that he thinks it’s a waste of time to get searched. he doesn’t even bat an eyelid when you sleepily call him ‘dad’ infront of the officers, but the uniformed men certainly give you a bizarre look.
the two of you curl up in the pull out camper van bed each night because rafe’s not staying in some dirty motel ! if you get all restless at night, unable to sleep — rafe will sigh n manhandle your sleepy body til your knees are pressed to your chest and the bed is creaking, van rocking. “even now i gotta fuck the energy outta you, huh? better get some sleep after this kid, or you’ll be a fucking nightmare tomorrow i—i know it. don’t want that, do we? remember how dad got all mean on you today? we don’t need any of that tomorrow, alright?”
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hiii! so i’ve just recently started reading ur work and i love it sm ur amazing! so i just wanted to request smth and it’s a little random but i was wondering if you could do something with remus/james where reader gets uncomfortable around drunk ppl bc that’s how i am because of some things in the past so maybe she gets uncomfortable and he gets kinda protective? sorry that was a lot but if u don’t write this rhats perfectly fine i just wanted to say i love your work!🩷
Thanks lovely <33
James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 825 words
Really, you ought to know better than to walk around this part of town on a weekend night. You’d just wanted a pint of ice cream so badly, and this is the nearest store with the kind you like. You hadn’t thought it through, how these would be the peak hours for the bars that line the majority of the street, how the sidewalks would fill with too-loud patrons laughing and stumbling about.
It’s not that you really even feel unsafe. The area is too crowded for most of the men to try anything, and James is with you to deter anything like that anyway. It’s just…a lot. The slurred shouts, and the unpredictable movements, and the stink of vomit.
James drifts closer to you, taking your hand to help guide you through the crowd. He knows how you feel about drunk people. Even him and his friends, who you love and know would never intentionally make you uncomfortable, feel odd to be around after they’ve been drinking.
James glances over at you. “You good?”
“Yeah.” You do your best to appear less tense, smiling at him. “Thanks.”
He gives your hand a light squeeze, moving the both of you this way and that to avoid groups that have stagnated or slowed on the sidewalk. You can’t help but stare as a girl a few paces ahead of you falls onto her bum on the curb, laughing deliriously as her friends try to help her back up. There’s a group of boys in front of you with their arms linked over each other’s shoulders, open drink containers in several of their hands as they mosey down the sidewalk, singing out of tune and at seemingly different parts of the same song. If you were one of them, it would probably all seem funny and lighthearted to you, too. There’s nothing nefarious about this; they’re just people enjoying a Friday night. And still, you can’t help but feel awkward and on edge around them.
You feel the shock of cold before you know what’s happened, freezing liquid streaming down your shirt. You gasp and flinch into James on instinct, and the drunken man follows you inadvertently, his now empty beer bottle tipped over your shoulder and his weight pressing into you as he tries to hold himself up on nonfunctioning legs.
James’ hand skims over your upper back as he moves around to your other side, taking the guy by the shoulders and lifting him off of you. The man starts to babble angrily, but James only gives him one of his easy smiles. You’d have to really know him to be able to tell he doesn’t mean it.
“Easy, mate,” he says, delivering the man back to his group of friends behind you. His tone changes slightly when he addresses them, still friendly but with a slightly harder edge. “Keep track of your friend, yeah?”
The group of boys says various things in the affirmative, but James has already turned away. He shepherds you over to the wall of the closest building, out of the flow of foot traffic, and puts himself between you and the people passing by.
“Shit, sweetheart,” he says, taking off the flannel he’s wearing over his t-shirt. “He really spilled all over you. Are you alright?”
“Yeah,” you say, though you really are very cold now. You take James’ flannel without complaint, shrugging it on. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.”
“So fucking irresponsible,” he huffs, shaking his head as he adjusts the thick fabric to cover the wet streak down the side of your shirt. “I mean, who lets their mate get that sloppy and then walk around by themselves? I could never do that.”
You smile at him. “I know you couldn’t, Jamie. You’re a good friend.”
He grins back at you, taking you under his arm as you begin walking towards the store again. It looks casual, a boyfriend with his arm slung loosely over his girl’s shoulders, but you can feel the tension in his bicep as he keeps you close, maneuvering you carefully through the crowd.
“I think those guys were just too drunk to keep track of him,” you go on. “Not everyone can have as good a friend as you.”
James scoffs, but you don’t let him dodge the compliment.
“I’m serious.” You bump his hip lightly. “I bet none of those guys would have given me their jacket when it was this chilly out. You’re one in a million.”
“Great,” James says. “So now my accolades are that I don’t let my friends fall all over people when they’re drunk and I give pretty girls my jacket when they’re soaking wet in the cold.” You’re looking ahead of you, but you can hear the eye roll in his voice even as he presses a quick kiss to the side of your head. “Your bar’s frighteningly low, angel. We’re gonna have to work on that.”
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can u write an angst about reader and drew while they fight really hard bc drew think that reader is always too friendly/flirty with new people and its bothering him meanwhile reader doesn’t feel trusted and understood by him so they do a pause but it affect him really much so all the cast organize a forced reunion between them
Just Trust
Pairing: Drew Starkey x Actor!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, arguing, social drinking, healthy communication later on, not edited
A/N: a little different than the request but takes place while filming OBX3
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It was always like this, coming home from a night out with the cast and immediately arguing once the door closed. It was all a facade for our friends and cameras.
Perfect couple! So many headlines came out with that statement when we first became an official couple. Oh were they wrong.
“Again?” Drew yelled out as he aggressively set down the car keys.
“Ugh! Again what Drew?” I rolled my eyes at him as I took off my blistering shoes.
“First you take so many pictures with these touchy fans, then you let the new sound guy buy you a drink?” he crossed his arms as he towered over me.
“I don’t know what you want me to do!” I quickly stood up and moved to the bedroom, trying my hardest to get away from the situation.
“I want you to set boundaries with your fans and not accept drinks from random men!” his finger tapped hard against the wood surface of my vanity, his force shaking it on the wooden legs.
“They are my fans Drew! They are the ones who gave me all of this!” I threw my hands up in the air showing my studio apartment.
“And the drinks? Soon that guy will want more from you on and off set!” he moved to the bed to sit and take off his clothes.
“It’s the same way I buy lunch once a month for the crew! He was just being nice! They’re always just being nice!” I stood up and started to change out of my outside clothes.
“Oh don’t use that bullshit on me again! I let that shit slide once!” he threw his dirty clothes into the hamper with force. “You don’t see how those men look at you!”
“They are just being nice Drew! The fans and everyone! Anyone else can see that but you!” he was closer now, we both can feel the anger radiating off each other.
“You’re too friendly! Always allowing people to give you handouts! You have a fucking boyfriend! You have me! This is just like how it was when you first met Rudy.” his nose flared, his face red.
“Too friendly? -You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You’re bringing this up again? He is with Elaine! I am with you! God I can’t fucking deal with you!” I stormed off into the bathroom, hoping that doing my skin care routine would calm me down.
“He didn’t seem to care that you were with me, and obviously you didn’t too!” he was behind me in every step, not missing a single beat.
I stood over the bathroom sink, my eyes looking into my reflection just observing myself and what I have been putting myself through. My head drops between my shoulders, head heading low as my hands kept me up on the counter.
All you could hear throughout the apartment when just Drew’s heavy breathing echoing.
“Do you trust me?” I mumbled out into the silence.
I looked up into the mirror to meet his eyes through our reflections. I could tell he knew his answer but didn’t want to say it, scared of the outcome.
“You can go.” I couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. I immediately began to wash my face, hoping that my tears mixed in with the water.
He didn’t even try to fight me on staying, he just started to pack up his things. Over the loud water, I can hear drawers opening and his feet shuffling on the concrete floor.
As I dry my face with a towel, I hear the front door close.
The next few days and nights were a mess. Waking up with a sore throat and puffy eyes. Hair tangled and fridge stock running low.
This was worst of the worst.
I've been staying in my own safe space, not leaving for anything. Ordering UberEats, and watching movies 24/7. I was scared to check my phone, scared to get a glimpse of Drew living a happy life.
Carlacia and Maddison noticed how I haven't been active, not answering the texts, leaving the group chats, so they decided to spend some time with me.
"How are you babe?" Maddison asked as she plopped onto my couch.
I sighed deeply as I got comfortable across from Maddison while Laci sat on the floor.
"Y'know, I'm the best I can be right now." I gave her a half assed smile.
They both showed me a look that made me want to go back into hiding, the look of pity.
"Be honest with me, how is he?" I looked down at my hands as I toyed with the ring that he gave me for my birthday.
"Not good." Laci's lips were set in a thin line, her eyebrows furrowed.
I nodded silently, crossing my arms over my chest. My lip starting to quiver but I suck in a breath to anchor myself.
"He's been forgetting his lines, even has trouble blocking." Maddie shook her head and brought her knees up to her chest.
Drew and I met on the set of OBX2, I was just a supporting character. I didn’t have many lines, wasn’t in many episodes. When I would be on set, Drew wouldn’t be on set, and so on. There’s no reason for me to stay in North Carolina, but I stayed close to the cast because they’re my best friends.
After talking for a few hours and changing the topics back and forth, they were able to convince me to go out this weekend. They wanted me to finally get some fresh air, just go to brunch and walk around the city for a little with JD tagging along with us.
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It was now Sunday. It took me a while to get out of bed, but I was excited to finally go out especially with friends.
I did my calming rituals. I took a long warm shower, took my time doing my skincare, and choosing comfortable clothes. I surrounded myself with high vibration music to help with anxiety and more.
We're in the lobby! - Maddison
I got the text and added the finishing touches before leaving to meet them in my apartment lobby.
Once the elevator opened, I was greeted with smiles and open arms. JD hugged me tightly, giving me the tight squeeze needed to release some panic still in me.
We all began to walk towards the restaurant since it was just a few blocks away. While walking we had a few small good conversations, wanting to save the bigger ones for when we settle into our table.
We were stopped a few times by some fans, sweet fans asking to take some pictures. But we were also stopped by a few random paparazzi, their stupid questions trying to start drama.
‘Where’s Drew?’ ‘Will Drew be joining you guys today?’
We finally arrived to the restaurant, trying to calm ourselves down from the long walk.
“Reservation for Maddison Bailey.” Mad’s told the hostess as we all scanned the QR code for the menu.
“If you guys will just follow me.” the hostess said nervously as she grabbed the utensils wrapped in a cloth napkin.
She sat us down in a long table on the covered patio. The walls filled with plants and heaters, the windows giving us a view of the busy but beautiful downtown.
“Hi guys! I’m your waitress Donna, are we still waiting for a few more to join?” a kind older lady came up behind me as she had her note pad out and her pen hanging between her fingers.
“No, it’s ju-“
“They’ll be here soon.” JD interrupted me with a smile to Donna.
She nodded her head as she went to tend to her other tables.
“Who will be here soon?” I leaned over the table with furrowed brows.
I heard clicking of cameras from the entrance of the restaurant we were at. People’s heads turning away from us to focus on the new attention.
The hostess that sat us down came back to us with a smaller group following behind.
She pointed to our table and revealed the trio. Madelyn, Austin, and Drew.
Of course he had to be here.
I stood up to hug Austin and Madelyn as they made their way around the table and to everyone. Drew greeting the others while I was distracted talking to Madelyn.
I avoided eye contact with him as he sat down at the head of the table next to me. My body leaned towards JD that was on the other side of me, my legs turned away from Drew.
“What can I get for you guys to drink?” Donna asked from the other end of the table.
I had only a couple of minutes to decide what to drink before it was my turn to tell my order.
“And you hun?”
I was too focused looking at the menu on my phone to hear that it was my turn. I saw a hand cover my phone screen and looked up at the owner.
I gave Drew a confused face but he just nodded his head towards the waitress behind me. My eyes widened in realization.
“Oh I am so sorry! You guys just have so many options!” I placed my hand over my heart. “But I’ll just have a mimosa with just a little bit of orange juice and three maraschino cherries please.”
She wrote my order on her notepad with a smile and moved onto Drew.
“How’s set?” I asked Madelyn as i stirred the ice water with my straw.
“Same old same old, actually Chip left you a gift in your trailer.” she pulled out her phone and showed the pic of the gift bag set on the vanity.
“Aw cute, i’ll have to get that someday and thank him.”
The conversations stayed on one end of the table, Drew and I just listening in on the rest talking. With our drinks now at the table, it started to get warmer and more laid back.
My shoulders no longer tense, I’m sitting straight now, but still avoiding Drew.
“Can we talk?” I heard him say from his seat next to me, his hand on my forearm.
I turned my head to see him. The first time I actually examined his face since he arrived. This eyebags are heavy and the lines on his forehead are more prominent.
My heart sunk at the look of him. Sometimes I forgot he has feelings also, forgetting that this affects him too.
“Not here.” I whispered out as I put my hand over his, my thumb rubbing the back of his hand before picking it up and placing his hand away.
After brunch was finished, we all paid and left the restaurant. We all hugged each other and said our ‘see you tomorrow’ and ‘see you soon’.
“Do you want us to walk you back to your apartment?” Laci asked as she stood there waiting with JD and Maddison.
“I got it.” Drew smiled at them and waved them off.
I awkwardly put my hands in my pocket as we started to walk in the direction of my apartment. It was a quiet and short walk, not wanting to talk about person stuff out in public that could possible end in crying or yelling, or both.
Once we reached my apartment, I took off my shoes then making myself comfortable on my couch. So did Drew, sitting next to me and facing me.
“I’m sorry.” he blurted out.
I looked at him blankly. I didn’t know if that’s all he was going to say, he caused so much damage.
“I- I trust you but I just get clouded w-with jealousy.” He rubbed his hand over his shaved head.
“It’s hard to talk to you when you don’t understand where I’m coming from.” I told him. My eyes scanning his face to see what his next reaction could be.
“I don’t want to be controlling. I never want to have that type of relationship, y’know that.” he looked at me with soft eyes, his fingers fidgeting with his signet ring.
“I just want you to understand that I interact with my fans a different way than you do, I have a smaller fan base than you. I kiss their cheeks, we do weird poses. You have to understand that.” I tilted my head down to see his now dropped head.
“I know. It’s just new.” he rubbed the back of his neck.
“And the guy from sound check just wanted to say thank you for me being so considerate of their work.” I scooted closer to him, my hand reaching up to the base of his neck.
“It’s just I’m your boyfriend, seeing you accept free drinks is feels like a stab.” he confessed. My heart ached at how he felt on the situation.
“And I’ll work on that, setting boundaries. I just wanted you to talk to me calmly about these thing.” my fingers feathered the short hairs on his neck. “Trust is a big thing for me. I trust you with my life, and I hope you trust me with yours.”
“This whole thing fucked me up. I fucked up.” He dragged his hands over his face in stress. “so couldn’t even do my job, that’s how bad it was.”
“Baby, it’s okay.” my hands moving form the back of his neck to cradle his jaw.
“I should’ve never not trust you.” he looked into my eyes with heavy eye lids, his lip a a slight pout.
“Drew baby, it’s okay. Just make sure it never happens again, yeah?” I swept my thumb on the apples of his cheeks, his head tilting into my palm.
“I love you.” he whispered out as he moved his face to kiss my palm.
“I love you.” I brought my lips to his.
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rosie u have the biggest most sexiest brain ever im waiting for best friend rin rn ok
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content. fluff, 1.1k words, failed attempt at angst, ooc rin !!! not proofread / notes. my dear amora <33 no bc i have so many thoughts about best friend! rin 😮💨 how did this get so long T-T
his name on your contacts is literally 'bf rin<3' and it literally stands for best friend, he doesn't know that but let him dream, okay?
kidding it's just 'teal bitch' (i can't think of names tbh), unless...
anyways.
no cause i firmly believe he walks with you to school or rides the bus with u everyday, he'll always be at your home by 6 am and your mom always prepares breakfast always urging him to eat with the two of you. she would always scold you for not waking up early like rin.
always with the comparing.
but, hey at least your mom absolutely supports the both of you if ever did end up together. may or may not have already planned your wedding or anything (maybe even had a bet between the both of your parents) but you didn't hear that from me.
and he would judge you for every guy you have a crush on PLS, you'll be like: "that guy is kinda cute," and he would glance at the guy you were pertaining to, brows furrowing and giving you a side eye,
"tf your taste in men is lukewarm," excuse me?????!!!?? he thinks he looks sm better.
he would always hangout with you on the weekends always down to watch movies with you, horror of course bc what else could he possibly watch.
"hey, wanna watch a movie? i got a new horror one," sending him up a text as you ready your room for your movie date night.
"be there by 10," he would always reply, following up with a question. "chips or ice cream?"
you'll always pick the ice cream anyways, yk he likes it very much and he just buys both of it no matter what.
always with the bickering and you hitting him of some sorts.
"at least I wasn't dumb enough to get back to my ex, twice!"
"at least your brother follows me on my social media account!"
"fuck you??????!!!????" *he was crying*
sae would be so fucking done with rin, he doesn't care anymore. you and his brother hiding feelings for each other is so painful to watch anyway. probably the reason why he left for spain. (omg what is he doing here)
okay so your friends- scratch that everyone in your town practically wondering why the two of you haven't got together yet and like please they are all literally waiting for THAT day. best believe that everyone was so willing to help rin to confess to you. how did everyone know? a little birdie or a demon (shidou provoked him obv) which is more accurate may have possibly babbled it about to a person who's a chitty chatter and soon enough everyone knows.
and you might not notice it whenever you look away from him or when you're distracted, his eyes couldn't help but to look at every inch of your face or admire it. you don't know how he looks at your pictures every night, you don't know that all he needs is you beside him, you don't know how much he wants to just take you in his arms and tell you he can treat you sm better than that lukewarm piece of shit person you call your ex.
and you don't know that he had beaten your ex right on the face 11 months after your break up. he came into your home at 1:43 am with a cut lip and bleeding knuckles, you didn't suspect that it was your ex who had the honor to be met with his fist. you only scolded him, not to get hurt again, to stop losing his temper and picking fights.
he was sitting on the counter of your kitchen, laying his head on your shoulders, you in between his legs, as you caress his hair. and he likes to say something, to say so much more than a promise. and holds off for awhile, snuggling deeper into your neck, feeling his breath that has your skin tickling. your afraid he might hear the pounding of your heart right into your ribcage. taking a deep breath, shakily.
"rin, you need to go home," you whisper.
you were only met with silence, as you felt his hand intertwining with your free one.
"don't make me go," he says right into your ear. "just- just stay.."
and you couldn't really resist him, can you?
"okay. 'm not going anywhere," you stood still, your thumb drawing circles on his hands. "i'll stay... i'll stay, rin" you reassure.
something changed after that night, and you finally noticed all the signs. how rin was more of a different person to you and not just because he was your best friend. but because he had a feeling. now, his eyes would hold more meaning than his words would.
and it scared you.
how much all this time, you were pretty much blind and oblivious. because this was your best friend, the man who you had almost spent your whole life with. and he looks at you like a precious thing he doesn't deserve.
because finally all the love songs have meaning to it now. all the things around him remind him of you. and as much as he tries his best to mask everything he was feeling, it kept slipping down on his face whenever he was with you.
and confessing to you wasn't the perfect scenario he had imagined so many times, it was awful, he thinks. the rain was pouring hard and loud on the pavement. you were on the road, the same road you would always walk on the way home. all wet and soaked from the rain, you still look pretty. you were pretty.
"i like you," he said, it was almost like a whisper from all the noises. he's pretty sure you didn't hear him, but the way you were walking towards him with a smile adorning your beautiful face, he can't help to think.
did you hear it? is this really happening? he finally did it.
and it didn't occur to him immediately how your lips were pressing against his, all under the rain your hands caressing the side of his face. and he didn't waste anymore time, kissing you back with the same intensity. he can feel you grinning against his lips.
you pulled away, arms wrapping round his neck, "i like you too, rin itoshi," you said with elation, eyes brimming with tears.
"i like you a whole lot," you repeated.
he could only take your lips once again as if he would die if he wouldn't. fuck, he thinks he needs to hear you say it, again and again.
and just like that the mask he's been wearing all this time was gone.
"what took you so long, idiot?"
◞♡ something took over me while writing this, it's monday again i hope everyone has a great week ahead!
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6 missed calls?? let’s not turn back until it’s 7 besides jokes when they see jungkook and oc’s post-car sex state how’ll they react i’m so curious abt that 👀
🤭 here you go (small update bc i literally posted #15 a few hours ago but i felt bad about not posting consistently for a few days. i quickly wrote this so its not like the others but i hope you’ll still enjoy?)
taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #16
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jungkook dives into all compartments in seokjin’s car before handing you some tissues
you glance at them and wait a moment before taking them and cleaning yourself up
“do you need help?” he quietly asks, making you glare up at him
“just get in the front seat and drive back,” you mumble after throwing the used tissues out the window
you climb into the passenger seat as well
ughhh u feel so GROSS
he helps you get in the front before crawling back into the driver’s seat
“are you okay?” he asks again as he buckles his seatbelt
“just drive,” you tell him as you reach for your phone and check your missed phone calls
6 missed phone calls. from taehyung.
fuck
you quickly dial him back
he picks up after the first ring
“y/n, where the hell are you?”
you blink a few times in order to collect your thoughts. “we’re on our way back, why?”
“shit, we wanted to ask if yall could bring back some oil too cause we ran out. are you far from the store?”
oh… relief. y’all weren’t taking too long or at least they didn’t notice
they just urgently called you for some more stuff
good good
“turn back, we need something extra from the store,” you tell jungkook
he rotates without any obstacles and heads back to the store
“okay, oil. anything else?” you ask, trying to ignore the soreness in your thighs
“no, not for now. thanks!” and with that he hangs up
the ride back to the store is quiet and short cause yall weren’t that far
he scans the area to see if there are any men
“stay here and lock the doors after i get out,” jungkook quietly says as he unbuckles his seatbelt and gets out of the car
you huff in defiance but he’s already gone
so you listen
you scroll on your phone and check your messages while you wait for him
after a few minutes, a knock on the car window makes you flinch
fuck it’s just jungkook😭
fight or flight instinct was activated
thought it was abt to get real dark
you unlock the doors for him
he gets back in the car
hands you an energy drink
you tear your eyes away from your phone to the can of energy drink
you cock your eyebrow at it before at him
he grumbles, “you look fucked out. just drink it and don’t be difficult for once.”
asshole
“i’m your sen–”
“yeah, yeah.”
you huff as you snatch it out of his hands and crack it open, bringing it up to your swollen lips
“so bad-mannered. i should teach you some manners.”
AAAAAAA
can he STOP
his words knock the air out of your lungs
“you’re literally forcing me to drink it, it’s not out the goodness of your heart,” you quip quickly
he shrugs his shoulders. “do you want them to know you just got fucked in the back of seokjin-hyung’s car when all you had to do was pick up some bread?”
what a little SHIT
you tell him, “i’m sick of your back talk.”
“you shouldn’t make it so fun to push your buttons.” his words instantly shoot heat down your body
fuck FUCK
why are you so attracted to his arrogance
you shake your head and chug the energy drink, letting it burn down your throat
the drive back is rather quiet, some random r&b track in the background
once he parks the car, you tap his arm
he turns to look at you and a soft hum leaves his mouth in response
“this isn’t happening again, you know that, right?”
silence
now that the engine has been turned off
it’s pure
and utter
silence
he frowns for a moment and glances down at the can in your hand in deep thought
you start, “it’s just th–”
he cuts you off. “why?”
you sigh quietly and gently shake your head
“jungkook, if we get caught–”
“we’re not gonna get caught.”
“we’ve shared a tent once and we already fucked in the back of tae’s friend’s car when we were supposed to get necessities.”
“okay? that just means we’re sexually compatible.”
“jungkook, drop it.”
he sighs and doesn’t say another word as he unbuckles his seatbelt
“jungkook–”
“don’t worry, i heard you.” he gets out the car after that
you quietly sigh and make it out the car too, throwing out the empty energy can on the ground (don’t litter!)
you follow behind jungkook up to the others
“oh, thanks for…” tae trails off once he makes eye contact with you. “damn. what the hell happened to you?”
HEART DROPS STRAIGHT INTO YOUR ASS
how do you look???
why did jungkook not say anything about your appearance!!!
“what?”
“i don’t know. you look sick. are you feeling okay?”
that damn scoundrel. did he really put a number on you?
you nod your head. “i’m just cold and tired. i think i’ll head to sleep.”
taehyung squints his eyes at you suspiciously
and it makes your heart beat out of your chest
“okay.” taehyung doesn’t say another word
you don’t wait for anything else as you head back toward your tent
well..
jungkook’s tent.
WHATEVER
you make your way inside and change clothes
cleaning yourself up using wetwipes and whatnot
you’re never going camping again. HOW GROSS!!!
you’re paying that bathhouse a visit first thing in the morning!!! YUCK!!!
you get into your pajamas and glance at jungkook’s sleeping bag
should you?
No.
don’t
he invited you in last night out of the good of his heart
don’t just do shit now
get in your own sleeping bag and SLEEP.
sleep.
doze off.
sleep….
“y/n.”
hmm…
“y/n.”
hmmmmm….
“y/n!”
“what?” you groan, eyes still closed
“you’re shivering. why didn’t you wait for me?” his voice is soft and quiet from right next to you
you reply, “was i supposed to?”
he sighs quietly and tugs on the zipper of your sleeping bag. “get in here.”
“no.”
he freezes. “why?”
“you know why.”
he sighs in exasperation. “i’m not gonna touch you. jesus. how horny do you think i am?”
you shake your head. “still a fuckboy,” you mumble quietly
you can’t see him with your eyes closed but if you could, he’s definitely clenching his jaw. “suit yourself,” he mumbles before turning over
ah
were you too harsh on him?
you shouldn’t have said that
he’s told you numerous times he doesn’t like being called that
but!!!!!!
you can’t be growing soft on him
it’s jungkook for fucks sake
but your heart won’t let you
be mean
like that
after a few minutes of silence,….
you slowly start to unzip his sleeping bag
when you think you’ve unzipped it far enough for it to go undetected, you slowly scoot closer and–
“what do you think you’re doing?”
AAAAAA
“uh,” you close your eyes and exhale deeply. “i’m cold.”
he doesn’t say anything but keeps his back turned to you
“do you mind?” you whisper
he replies, “i said, suit yourself.”
you bite down on your lip. he sounds mad
sounds pretty sexy though…
you’re still his senior tho!!! asshole. and he calls YOU bad-mannered???
you slowly crawl into his sleeping back, sighing in content when his bodyheat already warms you up
you quietly hum in delight. “you’re so warm.”
he stays quiet
huff. asshole
you scoot a bit closer to him and finally allow yourself to sleep
quiet
sleep
he’s so warm
warm…
you stir
and check the time
it’s only been 40 minutes since you fell asleep
you’re facing the other way though
and you can’t tell whether jungkook is facing your back or not
but that question is quickly answered when his breath hits your neck
goosebumps
fuck
you scoot further back, cuddling your back up into him
you’re basically glued to him now. he’s asleep anyway
but he’s so so warm
and you just want to fall asleep
so just close your eyes and–
“you’re really close.”
FUCK
HE’S AWAKE
holy shit
WAIT WAIT
okay. pretend ur asleep
no reply
“y/n, i know you’re awake. you just checked your phone.”
well fuck.
you sigh quietly. “it’s cold.”
“and that requires you pushing your ass into my groin?”
HE’S SO?
what a little shit HELLO?
clearly there wasn’t any other way to get warmed up by him!!
after a few moments of silence you say, “does it bother you?”
more silence
“it doesn’t. it may bother you, though.”
fuck
fuck
calm down
are you in heat or something? why are you ready to pounce him any second of any day CHILLLLLLL
And ur the one that told him you should leave it as a one and done thing?
ur dumb.
very dumb
because his proximity and his breath hitting your neck… it has you in a chokehold
“it doesn’t bother me,” you say, quietly. “on the contrary, i like knowing the effect i have on you.”
he doesn’t say anything to that but you know he’s awake
but it’s quiet again since he didn’t respond
very quiet
maybe it’s for the best
if he talks again
you’re sure you’ll let him do whatever he wants
so just
sleep.
don’t think about anything else.
just.
sleep.
“can i touch you?”
okay 😂😂😂😂
how long did that take? 3 minutes? 5?
you slowly nod your head
“i need you to say ‘yes’, y/n. i need confirmation. tell me you want me to.”
fuck
his low voice in your ear
his breath on your skin
his proximity
oh shit
SHIT
“touch me, jungkook.”
he doesn’t waste any time, hand sliding over your waist and moving up to cup your breast under your shirt
you quietly sigh in pleasure, allowing him to fondle you
fuck what the hell happened to you?
if you would’ve told yourself in drabble #1 that jeon jungkook would be groping you in a tent on a camping trip with tae and co and you LIKED it you’d have declared yourself insane
and maybe you are
cause why are you enjoying this right now
“fuck.” his swearing gets your body tingling
you keep yourself quiet, occasionally humming when he squeezes you
“shit, you’re gonna drive me crazy,” he whispers in your ear as his teases your erect nipple through your bralette
“like why am i already glued to your body? i had you exactly how i wanted a few hours ago and yet i can’t stop,” he says, more to himself as he presses soft kisses to your neck
you merely hum in response cause the moment you try to form a coherent sentence it’s just not happening
but shit this feels good
his hand squeezing you
his crotch against you
lips on your neck
“you have no damn idea–” he whispers as he kneads your breast. “tell me to stop.”
you shake your head in response
he repeats, “tell me to stop, y/n.”
“i don’t want you to.”
he shakes his head. “you don’t get it.”
“get what?”
then, he presses his erection into your ass and this snaps you out of your trance. “see how hard the thought of that pussy of yours makes me.”
wow
uhhh
welcome back to earth
“you drive me insane,” he says as he squeezes your breast again. “and i need to stop but i can’t. tell me to stop.”
fuck
he sounds serious too
you know that you two will actually fuck in this tent, right now
while everyone’s asleep
if you don’t stop him (and yourself)
and you’ve already had 2 orgasms today!!! damn that jeon jungkook
this is the last night you’re spending here
meaning the last time sleeping in a tent with him
you’ll be leaving to go back home tomorrow evening aka sunday
meaning back to life as you know it
meaning… this might be the last time you even spend this much time around jungkook
cause back home you’re joined at the hip with taehyung
and for the time being you don’t want tae know. at all
so what’s it gonna be?
to be continued
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bottom/switch/top+headcanons with genshin men
coming from a very top leaning and not objective reader
➭pure blooded bottoms
venti-his dick is for decoration only, drools so much when he's getting fucked. loves getting railed while tipsy
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➭bottoms but will top if you want them to
heizou- he knows how to but am a firm believer he's just a spoiled pillow princess if you r willing to indulge him
gorou- very needy when he tops too, will cry when he breeds, ty very much. shy bottom tho
tighnari- he fucks. like...mind numbingly. bashful bottom, can't stop grinding against you. will cum from humping too, dunno what tht has to do w anything but he will
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➭switch
scara- will be bratty about it, v embarrassed about how often he lets you top tho, can be a lil mean when he tops but that's okay, he knows how to angrily pound into it👏
aether- pretty boy, waist so brrr. whines in both cases, awfully breathtaking either way.
kaeya- whore...a whore tht doesn't pick favorites, he's just a lil mondstat slut. loves dolling up in the bedroom. will also spoil you with pretty soft clothes and fuck you silly in them too
al haitham- legit lazy to top sometimes hence the category. He'd rather just have you do all of the muscle moving on occasions. I feel like he tops when he's especially horny, otherwise he'd rather lay down and spread his pretty legs or just make you bounce on his lap.
albedo- expert at both, has trouble picking what mood he's in tho. a gentleman nonetheless, everything is very soft and mellow and he'll rarely do anything rough.
diluc- lets you top as a treat once in a blue moon, secretly enjoys it so much but he's also pussy drunk so he opts to just breed you instead.
xiao- don't let him discover the joy of a prostate, he will demand it every time until he's satiated
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➭tops
itto- had a finger up his ass(more than once), was not a fan of it. dick too big to just sit there and not be utilized. is down to try bottoming a few times but he is too horny to hold still and leave matters in your hands
thoma- service top through and throughout. you say it he does it. actually can get too carried away and surprisingly fucks hard. i will fuck him tho, watch me.
cyno- not only does he top he also b r e e d s. doesn't need to know where the clit is bc he ruts so deep tht his navel bumps into it anyways. he knows tho. his ass is my buffet nonetheless.
kazuha- gentle top, obsessed with doing everything, will not even let you suck him off without pouting about it.
zhongli- ik this but something in me wants to fuck him anyways , smth about tht millennia old ass makes u wanna enter the forbidden chambers
ayato- i literally have no words, i wouldn't be able to top him because i wouldn't want to. who would want to. give me tht rich princess treatment s i r
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➭childe
his own category, his existence is a mystery to me. Kaeya vibes but also much more vile. A mean top that secretly rides a dildo in the privacy of his locked room
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[a/n]: as i post this im falling asleep, have a giggle hopefully
#genshin impact#genshin#zhongli x reader#xiao x reader#childe#albedo x reader#albedo#kaeya x reader#diluc x reader#venti x reader#scaramouche x reader#heizou x reader#ayato x reader#thoma x reader#arataki itto x reader#cyno x reader#kazuha x reader#al haitam x reader#aether x reader#gorou x reader#tighnari x reader#genshin x reader smut#genshin x reader
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hm.. kaeya, albedo, and childe for mirror sex, begging, and exhibitionism? tried to avoid the ones I've already seen asked with Albedo, since a couple of my first ideas were (if one of these is accidentally repetitive... your choice I guess??)
warnings nsfw
don't worry about making it repetitive, as long as there are other characters, the whole point of this game is mix and matching :)
actually i think each of them can be fun with each prompt, so instead of usual process of elimination, i'm just gonna go in order of hotness, and since i'm biased, it starts with the prettiest and the only character in genshin impact. fucking kaeya in front of a mirror would be insanely delicious. this is the shit devils are tempting saints with. tying him up wearing nothing but his choker, gorgeous and lithe in half-shadows and slanted moonlight, highlights in his hair turning silver where the light touches them. meeting his eyes in the mirror while fucking him and he smiles, a slow lop-sided smirk, filthy and pleased. making him fuck himself on your cock\strap, and he's shameless, in fact, he's posing, arching to look more seductive, but sometimes, when it suddenly gets too real, teeth scraping on the side of his exposed neck, cock hitting just the right spot, fingers digging into his thighs, when his composure wavers, he meets his own eyes in the mirror both to check that he let nothing show and to make sure he's being the same perfect fantasy. imma stop here bc i plan to sometime write an actual piece on kaeya's relationship with sex as the performance and watching himself in the mirror both to evaluate his own performance and make sure partner enjoys it, the struggle with being watched, but not seen.
albedo is breathless, overwhelmed, so used to feel in control that he doesn't know how to handle so much desire, so he reaches to you, almost as for help, despite you being the one who inflicted this on him. "please" as if "i don't know what do with myself, but i trust you to know", bright blue eyes wide open. "please what?", stroking the tender inner sides of his open thighs, and he swallows, but doesn't look away, doesn't blush, bites his lip with a concentrated little frown "Please fuck me. What do you want me to say that you don't already know? You know I want this badly enough to say anything, you've brought me to this on purpose. What would exact words matter?"
childe is so into exhibitionism, like have you met this whore. what the fuck is that half-open jacket on the naked torso. his shirt is like literally closed on only one button up top. that's ridiculous. tartag, wear some fucking undershirt. and this is not the same as geo men's straightforward sluttiness with crop tops or just being shirtless, no, childe wants to have some intrigue, to pretend it's a tease. except he doesn't have patience or self-control to be a tease, so he's like one step above the flashers. oh i'm srs business fatui, i'm wearing a srs bsns suit, it just happened to be dangling on a single clasp and showing off my abs wink wink. shut up, you whore, no one is buying that shit. if i met him in public and he introduced himself as "toy salesman", i'd think he's gonna try to sell me some vibrators by demonstrating them on himself right there. hold still girlie, im taking a dick pic. ok this somehow derailed into tartag slutshaming, but to be fair, if you made him undress somewhere where there's a chance he could be seen and then just kept telling him what a pathetic whore he is, he'd come untouched in ten minutes flat, which would be too soon bc i didn't even get to the fact that he's 11th harbringer and after signora and scara are out, there are only like 9 ppl left in harbringers AT ALL, what kind of LOSER do u have to be, so he'll have to keep standing on his knees, covered in cum, like a cringeslut failwhore he is
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yosano is so dear to me because as much as i usually dislike the trope of 'one of the only regular female characters in the show gets healing powers because what else would a woman have' i do really like when that trope is turned into an insidious distorted mess.
I'm putting a readmore bc holy fuck if i start talking about yos i DO NOT know how to stop.
Like she has healing powers but the ability ITSELF is horrendously violent (needing people to be basically dead before they do anything), and she is not the kind of person you would associate with traditional healing character traits. Most of the time, they're maternal, and friendly, and soft spoken, and reserved.
Yosano is none of these things.
Quite frankly, she's a hater. and that's not to say she's unpleasant, necessarily, because she isn't. but she's a little demanding, and a little unhinged, and a lot prone to violence.
(and the dislikes on her profile refer exclusively to men. (shes an icon))
And shes like that because she is the outcome of what an ability like that, a responsibility like that, would do to a person.
Because every time she faces someone dying, there are two options: unbelievable guilt that comes with Not saving someone, or the perversion of death that comes with bringing them back. That complete and utter refusal of the natural order.
What do you do when respect for life hinges on a person's ability to die, and you have not just the power, but the expectation, to take that away?
which leads us to her backstory.
she's eleven. ELEVEN. what eleven year old has any understanding of life and death? of the importance of endings and letting people rest?
she's basically playing god and she barely even understands what that means. Or perhaps more accurately, she's playing puppet for mori playing god.
So she's there, and it's kind of a boring task at first. Like a very cavalier 'I'm here to save you all that's my job you should congratulate me bc im sm cooler than u losers.' But then she speaks to the soldiers, grows to care about them, and suddenly this ISNT a job. Its saving them out of compassion, out of a desire to see them alive. to make sure theyre okay.
and then they keep dying. and she brings them back, and they die again, and again, and again, in an endless cycle that can never end and while she's doing it unwillingly by that point, the reason they can live to suffer again is because of her.
And in realising that, in trying to put an end to that pointless cycle and Mori preventing that by shooting someone she cares about in front of her, she cannot give them reprieve because of the very ability that got her into this position in the first place. By that ability, and, ironically, by that compassion of hers.
"You are too just."
She cares too much to do what she knows is right, what she knows is kindest for the soldiers. She hasn't grown used to losing people (partially because she's eleven, but mostly because death doesn't exist to her) so she can't accept it.
and when everything goes down hill, she still thinks of it all as her fault. (even though technically its mori's, and whomever was in charge of their unit for not surrendering)
even fourteen years later, shes still haunted by what happened. even fourteen years later, the balancing act between using her ability, and letting nature run its course, is a delicate one, and one that is only facilitared by her position in the ADA.
its incredible that with that position threatened, the very reason shes learned to live with herself being put in jeopardy, she keeps herself as stable as she does.
so. she's a little bit batshit. very violent when she wants to be. ready to beat a mfer within an inch of their life at the earliest opportunity.
her very capacity to heal is twisted and messy and terrifying. it isn't soft and delicate and sweet, or even reassuring. it's practical. it's useful. but it's deeply unsettling.
and i think thats a very realistic portrayal of what it would be like to have such an unnatural control over life and death.
#yosano akiko#bsd yosano#also when women have healing powers theyre often put on the back burner (“bc theyre too valuable to be in the field!”)#aka 'we dont wanna give them screentime' coughshoko (i mean.its an in-text ISSUE that she cnt be arnd. but still. GIVE HER MORE SCREENTIME)#BUT bc of the way yosanos ability works; with the only-healing-from-near-death stipulation.#she isnt just *useful* in the field. shes practically *necessary* in high risk situations (which is why she HEAVY carried s4)#anyway. yosano makes me chew on my walls etcetc#bungou stray dogs#bungo stray dogs#guys im so normal about her i promise
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Fang can you talk about how Eren sees himself ig in a modern setting or like how he would be in your eyes in general as person in how he acts and lives and in a relationship,,, I just like how your mind works
HI my dearest it took me a hot minute to answer this bc i was thinking on it for a bit jhkdjskj
for one, my modern!eren is usually someone i've adapted from canon which means i make him a traumatized rags-to-riches story with a poor mom and a rich dad + half-brother.
in general, i think of modern eren as kind of perpetually a bratty and lovesick idiot since i think that's the most sensible with his canon characterization. i do think he's probably a little bit more warm when he's young (careefree and spirited) but the older the gets the more like..mildly toxic he becomes but it's not BAD
and i really credit so much of that towards the fact he is utterly obsessed with you and it becomes more of a problem as he goes into adulthood and you feel sort of far-away. eren is a petulant character but he's also usually well-intentioned in even his worst, most unjustifiable behavior. i think this translates to i'd do anything for you in a way that you're usually responsible for keeping on eye on him for.
modern eren is like boyish and easily agitated and usually kind but detached with people he doesn't know well. he acts like a little kid around his friends and family but his reputation outside of that is like cool and mysterious (which he isn't.... he just. doesn't care about anything other than his friends lol)
he has a view of himself that aligns with his personality. uses words like headstrong, loud, passionate. those aren't inaccurate. he is definitely self-aware about being good-looking and will use it to his advantage if he's able to but he's not rlly that concerned about the attention lol. he just carries that energy like he knows he's hot shit sometimes which is annoying and sexy at once.
with his partner he is sooooooo childish. so so childish and he wants to get his away. SUPER selfish about monopolizing your time he doens't care at all. if you're at a party and he feels like he's being ignore he will simply leave and take you with him. the only people he lets touch you other than him are armin and mikasa (they come in a set. do not seperate) and he sees them as extensions of himself
(im saying u have an extra bf and gf if u want lol) but everyone else he will simply kick to the curb. he does however know his attitude is bad so he is Super Respectful to your family if you have a good relationship to them.
he is nice to all of your friends in general he is a good guy to people he sees as extension of you and he's like baseline respectful to most people. he will side-eye men in ur life who he knows want to fuck you no matter how much u deny it.
overall a big hopeless idiot romantic who is constantly chasing your tail and pulling your skirt like a elementary kid with a crush. but at the exact same time the sexiest dude alive. he pulls it off somehow lol.
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CONGRATS ON 555+ FOLLOWERS!! THATS AMAZING!! AND AN OPPORTUNITY TO THROW IN A REQUEST TOO?? DONT MIND IF I DOO~
may I order a caramel mocha latte, with a konpeitō, a lemon drop, and a candy necklace? and maybe a dollop of whipped cream too? the name for the order will be Trafalgar Law from One Piece, please! 👉👈🥹🥰💕✨
omg thank you so much, i really appreciate that 🤭💛💕also thank u for your patience, this was a beast to write - law is impossible and i'm stubborn, but i finished it and survived (i hope u survive too) <3 please enjoy your sugar rush ༺♥༻❀༺♥༻
4.2k words (i know, i know), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni, fluff (somewhere, it's there, believe me), a bit of angst bc i'm a sucker for that stuff, and a lot of smut; modern/office au (hope u don't mind), fake dating/marriage; law's a little mean but reader dishes it right back & has a solid bite, so it balances out, i think; also lots of pining and flirting, tiny bit of jealousy, etc.
“absolutely not.”
you place your coffee mug onto the counter and stare, wide-eyed at the tall bastard before you. trafalgar law is the most audacious man you’ve ever met, and even more so, he insists himself upon you whenever he can — almost as if he gets off on seeing you fly off the handle and mouth off at him. men who are handsome like him — dark, enigmatic, a force to be reckoned with if you’re not careful — are a complication that you don’t need in your life.
“a favor,” he says, leaning against the counter, towering over you in a way that makes you want to slap him, “and it’ll just be for one night.”
again you stare, and shake your head, curls bouncing around in defiance, almost as if they too agree with your decision.
“no. i don’t know how many more times i need to say it for you to get it through your thick skull.”
you’re laying it on thicker than necessary, but the truth of the matter is, law makes you nervous. most people don’t; if anything, you’re the one who intimidates others. but him? you can’t accurately get a read on him, nor can you ever guess what he’s thinking. he always looks at you as if he’s figured you out, giving you sly smiles that make you want to dump your coffee on him daily. your friends say you overreact, your mother implies that there’s something going on between you two — made worse by the fact that law is too damn good at buttering her up with his politeness — and your coworkers are under the impression that you’re one argument away from fucking in the break room.
you don’t know which of those is worse.
“you’re being dramatic,” he counters, tongue running along his bottom lip as he considers switching tactics; you get distracted, stare at his mouth a little too long, which of course catches his attention. a smirk slips onto his lips as he leans forward. “i’ll make it worth your while.”
a scoff leaves your mouth faster than you can stop it.
he presses his lips together and tries again. “let’s make a bet, then. if i win, you’ll be my date for my friend’s party.” a wedding anniversary of all things; a completely useless affair, but law is loyal to a fault, and he already said he was going and bringing someone. everyone else annoys him, except you; so naturally you’re the perfect candidate. it also helps that he knows you’re as attracted to him as he is to you — you’re just stubborn as hell.
“go on,” you say wearily and dump the remainder of your coffee out in the sink. “what happens when you lose?”
it’s not cockiness that drives him to say, “i won’t lose, but if it does happen, i’ll let you have one of my high profile clients.”
a lucrative deal, one that has you roll your bottom lip in between your teeth, and internally debate as you consider the slight possibility of you losing. on the other hand, if you win you’ll walk out with the satisfaction of beating law at his own game, and scoring another client; this might actually work if you put your mind to it.
“what’s the bet?” you narrow your eyes at him but lose a bit of nerve when you see the heated glance he sends your way; you busy yourself with rinsing your mug out several times over for some reason, the water cold enough to shake those pesky thoughts away from your mind.
law’s mouth curves into a devilish grin as he drops his voice. “i can help you with your,” he pauses, giving you a knowing look, one that brings a silly flush to your face, “little problem.”
if your rising blood pressure doesn’t kill you, his incessant teasing will. “what ‘little’ problem is that?” you’re already regretting this, but you’re too curious to not see this through. “whatever it is, i doubt you’ll actually be able to help, as useless as you are.” it’s not true, he’s far from useless, but you know that if you feed him a compliment, you’ll regret that too.
“see that’s why your problem will never go away,” he sighs at that before continuing, “i’m talking about the problem where you can’t seem to cum no matter what you do.”
he has more to say, but you shoot forward and clamp your hands around his mouth — his foolish, stupid mouth — muffling the rest of whatever nonsense he wants to spew. “who told you that?” your voice comes out in a harsh whisper, which only makes him laugh behind your hand, his breath tickling your palm, your face growing hotter as you look around to make sure that no one else is around.
there’s no way he’ll reveal that, but you look so cute when you’re all determined like that.
law pries your hands off of him. “it doesn’t matter. so, what do you say?”
you have so many questions, but know if you hurl them at him left and right, he might be prompted to do something and you’re not prepared for what he has in store for you.
“let me get this straight. if you somehow manage to make me cum,” your voice is so soft, he has to lean close to hear you properly, “i have to accompany you to your friend’s party.”
“it’s a simple bet, really.”
nothing about the bet is simple, but the point is that you’re fairly certain you can win this — if you remain strong, that is.
“fine.”
you steel your face, hoping that your lip stops quivering so you can appear every bit as unaffected as you claim you are. he doesn’t buy the act, and leans forward, his face just a breath away, the tip of his nose grazing yours; you’re sure he’s going to kiss you and, on instinct, your lips part — you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious or excited over the possibility.
law tilts his head slightly, envisioning the satisfying checkmate that lies in his future, eyelids lowering, partially obscuring his amber eyes; you swallow thickly and don’t bother taking a step back. you know if you do, you’ll lose — and you’re not sure if the bet has started or not, but you need all the strength you can muster to survive.
“wonderful,” he says, voice resonant — vibrating against your skin, another bothersome flush stretching over your cheeks, making it impossible to breathe — “see you later, then.” and then, he straightens up and walks away.
small, crescent-shaped indents appear on your palms from how deeply you sink your nails into your skin. it’s not anger you feel at him, so much as it is agitation with yourself. if only he could be a little more predictive, you’d have the upper hand. but, as you watch his retreating form, you realize, belatedly, that maybe — just maybe — you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. you don’t like the thought of that, at all.
you expect him to find you after work, but he leaves early; strange, but not entirely abnormal. to say you’re disappointed wouldn’t be untrue, but you have no intention of openly admitting that. the following morning, he comes in late, grinning and joking with the manager, loud enough to catch your attention. you carefully peek outside of your office, doing your best to look casual and inconspicuous; he feels you watching him, but since your attitude needs a bit of taming, he ignores you.
normally, law finds a reason to appear at your office around lunchtime, always inviting you to eat with him and a few others — and, while you tend to decline more often than not, you feel a bit unsettled when he doesn’t come by. strange. very, very strange. on the third day you’re sure you’re losing your mind. he hasn’t spoken to you in 72 hours — you haven’t been counting, that would be absurd — which should bring you some semblance of peace and joy, but it doesn’t.
disappointment makes your coffee taste sour. it sits in your stomach, hard like concrete, impossible to digest, and even more annoying to chip away at.
you think about the way he almost kissed you — and you were very sure he was going to kiss you, if you hadn’t been so opposed to him crowding routinely crowding your space — and the way your skin never fully recovered, a feverish madness taking over your mind, filling every crevice of your thoughts with images of him — his lips, his long fingers, the way he always seems to have some sort of inside joke with himself whenever he looks at you.
it affects your attitude at work; you snap at your coworkers, refuse to participate in whatever menial meeting the manager tries to drag you to, and spend most of your day in your office. until you can’t take it anymore.
four days, that’s all it takes. he’s impressed with your resolve and even more impressed with the fact that you haven’t cursed him and his future descendants to hell and back for keeping you at bay. he knows that you’re like a dog with a bone, eager to investigate, determined to see things through immediately. but law is much more feline, and enjoys the hunt more than anything. he didn’t know how much longer he could keep away from you, but he’s very grateful that you’ve finally made up your mind about things.
you stomp over to his office on the other end of the hall, barging in, irritation prickling underneath your skin at the sight of one of the temp workers leaning over his desk and going above and beyond with showing him some simple graphs she put together. you don’t like the way her fingers graze his, don’t like the way she intentionally drops her voice to whisper something unintelligible at him, and you really don’t like how he glances up at you, a slow, amused grin spreading onto his lips with ease.
the other woman glances over at you, confusion etched into her pretty face; you absolutely detest her right now.
“umm,” she starts, straightening up, eyes widening at the sight of you. her nervousness should be a sign for you to ease up a bit, but you don’t. “hi, i’m not sure we’ve met properly yet, but i’m—”
you glance at her for no longer than a few seconds, your indifference pushing you to curtly say, “move.” she stutters over her words, not quite understanding, so you say it in a different way. “get. out.” of the office, you mean. she doesn’t wait for you to say it again. when the door shuts behind her, you march over to him, lips fixed in a thin line, eyes blazing as you jab a manicured finger against his chest. the sight is plenty unprofessional, what with the top buttons of his shirt undone, his jacket draped lazily over the back of his chair, the sleeves of his button up rolled up and exposing his thick forearms.
you try to ignore it all, but you can’t.
“you,” there’s nothing else you want to say, nothing else you can say; you’ve already scared off the newbie, you know there will be a memo or meeting about it later. but you don’t care; you really, truly don’t. “what is your problem?”
he supposes he likes this side of you best — the petty, jealous side, the one you try to keep hidden but can’t help but let out whenever you feel threatened in the shallowest way. still, he knows better than to say this out loud; he’d like to leave the office in one piece today.
“that was unnecessarily harsh of you,” he says in lieu of answering your question. you’re normally not that venomous, but for some reason, you felt compelled — jealousy is not something you deal with well, and you know you’ll need to apologize properly later, but you can’t think about that right now. all you can think about is somehow wiping that disgustingly handsome look off his face. law grabs your wrist, his long, tattooed fingers wrapping around it securely, the contact from his skin searing you, stirring a frenzy within you, making you want impossible things all at once. your breath catches in your throat the moment he pulls you onto his lap, your brain ceasing any functional capabilities as you straddle him, skirt riding up higher, exposing your thighs, your skin smooth and silky to the touch.
all your fight leaves your body as you concede to your desires.
“took you long enough to come to me.” he presses a single, burning kiss against the inside of your wrist, setting your body and nerves aflame. “four days is a long time, y/n… i’m not a patient man.” he really isn’t, but for you, he always will be.
you roll your eyes, do your best not to whimper when he kisses your other wrist, all your self-preservation and stubbornness melting away. “it’s your fault,” you say childishly, earning a quiet chuckle from him. “you said…”
he raises a brow at you, prompting you to continue.
your nerves almost get the best of you, but you don’t let them win. “you were going to—”
“make you cum, yes.” you’re taking much too long, and the softness of your body only makes it that much more difficult to concentrate on your words; he doesn’t bother hiding his erection, nor does he seem to mind when you jerk your hips against his when he kisses the palm of your hand.
“god, are you going to make me say it?” you can’t believe him; if you had the energy, you’d slap him, you really would — but you’re tapped out, too hot and bothered to fight him anymore.
“i’ve never been called god before,” he muses out loud, you narrow your eyes at him and he laughs again. “yes, i need to hear you say it.” because what’s the point if he has to do everything himself?
your throat constricts, face grows hot all over again, and you’re sure you’ll regret this later, but you manage to squeak out, “i want you.” it’s a confession that’s a few years too late, but he’ll take that over rejection any day. you forget that the point is to prevent him from winning his bet, but the idea of him touching you, of him making you beg, makes it impossible to do things the way you want to.
“now, doesn’t that feel good? to say it out loud, finally?”
his arrogance knows no bounds, but you can’t continue fighting him, not when your body is at its limit.
“stop teasing me, damn it.”
he really can’t help himself, but he supposes he ought to throw you a bone for coming this far. “sit on the desk,” he says, and releases his hold on your wrists.
when you don’t move, a hardened edge coats each word that comes out of his mouth afterwards. “it’s not a request.” you suppose you might as well listen, there’s no turning back at this point, and you want to get this over with — and prove to yourself that once and for all that you don’t actually like him, that this is a one time thing, and that you’ll be able to move on with your life afterwards.
you’re gravely mistaken, but you don’t know that yet.
he watches you scramble off of his lap and hoist yourself onto his desk, scattering the papers he was reviewing onto the floor. swiveling in his chair to face you, he tilts his head again, eyes darkening as you squeeze your thighs together. the way he unnerves you, the way he makes you want to act out, it’s so unsettling; you want to keep chasing that feeling until you’re certain it’s a fluke.
“do i need to keep spelling things out for you?”
licking your lips, you understand the silent command, tugging your skirt up higher and spreading your legs for him. for a moment, neither of you say anything, a charged tension hanging above both of your heads, making you light-headed as your breathing slows. it’s not like you want him to know, but it’s too hard to hide your arousal, especially with the dampness that stains the front of your panties.
“take them off.”
you don’t know what possesses you to listen, but you do, hook your thumbs underneath the lace band of your panties and pull them down slowly. because he’s so dedicated to observing you, he watches carefully, gaze sharp and hawkish, another flush crawling along your face, down your throat, spilling onto your chest — making it difficult to breathe again. he wishes he could capture this all on video, so he could revisit it later, because the sight of you, so vulnerable, practically trembling on his desk as your arousal seeps onto his desk, ruining one of the documents sitting underneath you.
his laughter isn’t mocking so much as it is just thinly veiled amusement at your compliance; it takes on a life of its own and nestles itself inside of you, warming your chest, making your heart beat faster than necessary.
law flicks his tongue against the inside of his cheek, his cock hard enough to make him want to fuck you right then and there; but, because he waited this long already, he’s willing to move at your pace. he runs a finger along your folds slowly, your irritation spiking at the way you melt at his touch, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the insufferable noises that dare to come out of your mouth. he glances at you, disapproving of your choice to keep your true feelings hidden as he stands up suddenly. with his free hand he tugs your lip free, sucking his teeth at your defiance, hand gripping your face roughly.
“i don’t think you understand,” he says briskly, his finger running up and down your slit, a soft whimper prancing along the back of your mouth, tumbling into the air recklessly. “we’re playing by my rules, not yours.” you inhale sharply, eyes widening at his words, your whimpering steadily increasing in volume when he grazes your clit with the tip of his finger. “now,” his lips graze your jaw, breath warm and dizzying, “be a good girl and spread your legs wider.”
you do your best to comply, gasping when you feel him slip his finger inside of you — a welcomed intrusion that has you rolling your hips forward; his eyes never leave yours as he plunges his finger into you, your warm, tight walls squeezing, making him insert another finger in response. you let out a moan, one that you attempt to keep hidden, but his hand slides from your face down to your neck and he wraps his hand around it — a warning, of sorts, for you to behave. you’re not sure if it’s the taboo of fucking in his office, or if it’s just him, but your hips buck against his hand wildly, the fleshy part of his palm bumping against your clit with each thrust of his fingers.
the walls in the office are thick but not soundproof, and you don’t think about any of that when you repeatedly call out his name, his fingers scissoring inside of your throbbing cunt, your arousal dripping down to his wrist. he can tell you hate how much you’re enjoying this right now, which only makes him squeeze your throat — firm enough to hold you still, but not tight enough to bring you any lasting pain.
“law, w-wait, wait,” you gasp and moan louder, a familiar buildup pooling in your lower abdomen, making your breathing erratic and your mind fuzzy.
“hm, i think i know what the problem is,” he says lightly, curling his fingers, wrist angling so he can reach a spot you’ve never had the pleasure of reaching by yourself. your subsequent cries are music to his ears; he smiles down at you wickedly, a third finger finding its way inside of your pussy. “you’re sensitive.” very sensitive at that. you don’t know what he means, but you don’t question it — after all, his fingers are commanding your body with ease and skill, and where you normally don’t push yourself past this point, possibly in fear of enjoying it too much, he doesn’t let up. law is every bit as relentless as you knew he’d be, finger-fucking you until your words come out garbled, your chest heaving as an orgasm nearly splits you apart.
“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.” you can’t believe it, you should be pissed off but you’re not; you’re relieved. he works you through the orgasm and plucks his fingers out when you settle down. releasing his hold around your neck, he takes his time to lick his fingers as shame courses through you. and just when you think he’s done, he pulls you closer and finally kisses you. his tongue thrusts into your mouth, every bit as deadly as his fingers were; you don’t expect tenderness, but you’re surprised by the ferocity behind his kiss. teeth nipping at your lips playfully, you press your chest against his, hands reaching between you so you can unbuckle his belt and zip down his pants.
he didn’t expect you to take initiative, but he’s glad you’re on the same wavelength as him now. pre-cum slithers out of his slit, the head of his cock a reddish-pink, his length heavy in your soft hands. you’re not in the business of dragging things out, so you mumble against his lips, begging him to fuck you — so you can maybe carry on with your day without issue. because he’s such a benevolent person, he acquiesces almost immediately, lining the tip of his cock with your entrance, hands grabbing onto your hips as he snaps his hips forward and buries his cock inside of you.
stuck in a trance, you lift your hips to meet his, euphoria wrapping around you — an exhilarating rush, magical and overpowering — no matter how many times you imagined this exact scenario, it’s nothing like the real thing. a thundering sound echoes inside of you when he pushes you down onto the desk and drapes your shapely legs over his shoulders. it has you calling out his name so loud that you’re sure the occupants in the neighboring building can probably hear you.
he pulls back before slamming his cock into you again, strokes long and daunting as his thrusts grow frenzied with each passing minute. you can hardly breathe, and he trails kisses down the length of your throat, tongue sampling your skin, enjoying the way you can’t seem to stop clenching around him. he moans against your neck, voice vibrating through you, and you sift your fingers through his hair, yanking when his cock hits a certain spot. law fucks you like you’ve pissed him off somehow, which confuses and arouses you; isn’t this what he wanted? to have you at his mercy, begging him for more?
but, what you fail to understand is that he’s mostly pissed at himself — pissed for taking so long, pissed for not being more frank and straight-forward with his intentions, pissed that you pushed him away when you both could’ve had this.
and the soft pants that leave your mouth only makes him yearn for you even more; it’s silly, slightly obsessive, but he can’t help it. you’ll be the death of him, surely, but for now, he’ll enjoy this slow descent into madness. “you’re taking me so well,” he says smoothly, his mouth grazing the shell of your ear, “fuck… i don’t think i can let you go after this.” what he means by that is beyond him; it sort of spills out, a small nugget of truth he can’t afford to part with. he powers into you, over and over, your pussy puffy from the ruthless way he fucks you, and when you cum again he follows shortly after, panting, a light sheen of sweat coating his forehead as his cum thickly pours into you.
you inhale deeply, hands clinging onto him, almost as if you’re afraid to let go; similarly he feels every bit as light-headed and drunk off of you. an impressive feat, one he can admit to freely. you’re not sure if he won because he made you cum more than once, or if you did for making him cum hard enough to make him reconsider things. still, you know just as well as he does, that there’s no coming back from this; you can’t simply act as if everything is fine, not when you’ve seen just how much you affect him. you didn’t know — or, rather, you chose not to know — and now that you’re cognizant of it, you’re hooked on him.
not that he minds, it only makes everything easier; he’s sure that your coworkers are probably collecting on their bets now, after all, the entire office knows just how much you both liked one another. you sealed your fate when you walked into his office, and now that he’s had you, he’s definitely going to keep you.
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high on poison! seung the way ive never felt for a series guy... u made him so fucking desirable i cannot take it
heeseung looks like a guy who lost his shit when hoon suggest pool /beach day when yn showed up in a fucking bikini.. let's say the white stain on the bathroom floor was not sunscreen..
don't make me giggle and blush bc i will fall in love with you 🤭😜💞💗🧸🩷🧸
when i tell you, ever since seung and the boys moved away from their home town e's tried his best to stay away from you as much as possible bc basically everything you did or said was like gasoline to the fire in his body, he simply couldn't handle it. the day he went to the beach with jongseong and jaeyun, heeseung just wanted to get away from you for a while; the constabt sounds of your little giggles and laughter, your voice in general was just getting too much for him, so he decided to just take his other friends and go to the beach knowing you and your brother will be busy going to the museum you had been wanting to go for ages now. now you can probably imagine the way heeseung almost went into cardiac arrest at the sight of your perfect body in...barely anything. for a solid moment, heeseung just stared at you, thanked the heavens for his sunglasses hiding his hungry gazes as his brain tried to process what he's actually experiencing right now. however, as soon as your little "hey guys!" filled his ears he knew he had to leave as fast as physically possible. because just as usual, his body reacted before his brain could follow and the aching of his slowly hardening cock pulled him back into reality and that was the moment heeseung decided to lay on his stomach, knowing this way it will only hurt more but he'll be safe from any sort of humiliation. the few twenty minutes following your arrival were absolute torture for heeseung because he had to watch his best friend, not your brother, get the privilege of rubbing your back in with sunscreen, followed by the agonisingly slow process of you doing the same to the rest of your body. by the time you finally had made it to your thighs, heeseung had to bury his face in his towel to muffle a whimper, a literal whimper. seung barely remembers the rest of the day, the only thing stuck on his mind is the sight of your pretty body clad in the skimpiest bikini he has ever seen and the feeling of shame and embarrassment washing over his body as soon as he came down from the feeling of his relief washing over as he came all over his fist in the men's room like a fucking pervert. and to this day he's sure it's one of his best orgasms he's ever experienced. 🥺
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I went to bed after encouraging you but blue lock icks would be SO good 🎤
so did i, queen! took a nap on my mom's bed like it was an olympic spork and i was winning.
anyway. i only did Gagamaru (for you), Nagi (for that one anon) and Kunigami (for me) bc I wanted to test the waters, but... hope u enjoy regardless!!!
(warning: icks)
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Gin Gagamaru
Picks his nose without a tissue
He’s not even doing it to be gross, like he really does want to clean out his nose… he just… won’t use a tissue and says there’s no need to bring him one
Wears basketball shorts from middle school. They barely go down to mid thigh, holes in the ass and everything
Also has severe knife butt and complains when he’s been sitting for too long
You try to brush his hair and it’s all split ends. And he really doesn’t give a single care about it, either. Like... it’s a non-concern for him
Does that dumbass man shit where he’ll walk faster than you when you’re on dates or walks together
Hiking is also a nightmare because he will leave you behind. It’s barely intentional but you’ll stop to have a sip of water and before you know it’s he’s 50 yards ahead of you and hasn’t even noticed you’re behind him
All his socks have holes, too. All of them. You can literally catch him going to bed with one whole big toe sticking out of them
And he literally does not appreciate when you get dressed up. Thinks you’re hot, sexy, attractive, yeah, whatever… but he thinks that all the time, so any effort to look even better is just going straight over his head
“You didn’t have to do that :)” energy. BUT GAGA, I DID
And lowkey you know the joke about the most beautiful girls who walk around with men in jorts and a t-shirt… That’s y’all
Omg and his heels are constantly sticking off the back of his slides and he does that weird thing where… all his sneakers that aren’t in nice condition for soccer… are being crushed inward because he’s too lazy to tie them up regularly and just shoves him foot in😭
And if it looks even remotely like you won’t be able to finish your meal (even if it’s barely been ten minutes), he’s offering to finish it for you
Couple's yoga is a nightmare because even if you’re good at it… he’s better :(
Rensuke Kunigami
Wears the ugliest fucking slides known to man. It’s so bad, no logo or brand or anything… just straight up foam and plastic that get so dirty and make his feet look freaking awful
Incapable of like… not being nice to you. It’s great most of the time, but then he refuses to pick a restaurant, or which shirt he thinks you should wear to dinner… or when you’re going too far in an argument
It does get better with time, but even when he’s grumpy he’s just sitting there pouting all :| because he doesn’t want to cause any problems
And is definitely one of those guys who tries to handle all his own problems himself. You really gotta fight him to make him think that it’s okay to rely on you
Which is ironic given that he’s always demanding that you let him help with all your problems
But that’s what I mean… he’s NICE!!!
And he may be loyal asf also but he definitely does not badmouth any of his exes. He talks about them like they’re his friends, which is fine because they were probably lovely… but it’s like… Ren… why can’t you just say they’re ugly or SOMETHING
Refuses to delete pictures of them off his phone, too… which is actually kinda funny because they’re all old and bad quality, but still. You Do Not Need Those
He’ll also like, LMFAO, try to snatch your phone or computer away from you if he thinks you’re ignoring him. Literally take the device from you no matter what you’re in the middle of, including assignments or work
And when he try to get it back, he refuses and is like, “computers are so bad for your eyes, you know? We should go for a walk instead”
There are other ways to ask!!!
Drinks green smoothies that taste TERRIBLE though he refuses to admit it. He’s constantly trying to convince you they’re so good even though you can tell he’s forcing himself through it for the health benefits rather than the tase
And his farts are also always disgusting, too. For such a perfect guy, it almost seems like all his flaws (and rage) get channeled straight to his guts because they’re absolutely rancid every single time even if he feels so bad about it
Seishiro Nagi
iPad baby (watches his phone at the dinner table sometimes)
Forgets to clip his toenails until you remind him. It’s not even intentional it’s just like… not on his mind at all so they get really long and weird
He always seems grateful for the reminder… but it’s like, Nagi… how and why did you even let it get this bad :(
He does that thing where you’ll say goodnight to each other and then fifteen minutes later you hear his Nintendo switch booting up
And he’ll do it after sexy time too, like ???
He also always forgets you have work/obligations. He’s constantly telling you to skip your shifts as though that’s not almost impossible
“What do you mean you can’t skip work? Just say you won’t go in???”
I don’t want to say he’s a picky eater… but his palette is very childish. He’ll eat grown up stuff but it’s so funny because he just does it in such a boyish way
You guys are talking about what’s for dinner and he’s like, “hm. Can we have rice?”
NAGI? YES???
Literally cannot conceptualize why you’d ever be insecure. You confess to him you don’t like some part of your body and it’s just, “oh, but I like that part” and he genuinely thinks that fixes it
So not helpful
He’s also a great listener… but can’t provide any advice when you’re in a fight with your friends. You can tell him about it all you want because he likes hearing it, but… he’s really not gonna say anything useful about the situation LOOOL
Doesn’t say excuse me when he farts. He’ll just… ignore it completely
And this is Reo’s fault but… he’s really bad when it comes to picking up hints
You try to pull a smooth… “oh, I’d love to go to the beach!”
And he’s just, “Aw well, I hope you get to one day :)”
Really bad at watching films he didn’t pick. Either you’re bored and he’s instantly turning it off, or you’re enjoying it and he’s trying to turn it off anyway
Also… he lets you go through his phone anytime you want to, but… all his twitter likes are strange and his texts with friends are practically incomprehensible.
Has the weirdest taste in memes.
#nagi#kunigami#gagamru#kunigami x reader#nagi x reader#gagamaru x reader#blue lock x reader#no funny tags cuz im embarrassed LOOOL#suffering from sorry all my posts are stupid disease#also the grip that hi chew candies have on me#i'll eat a whole mini bag in a sitting#anyway#bye#blue lock#ask#pluvi after dark#pluvi🌧#thank u for asking bestie!#caitie post#headcanons
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never thought id do this but heres an essay on my thoughts on monkey bars 😭😭🤍🤍🤍
let me preface this by saying you did such an amazing job with this truly, you wrote so so well and i feel like you encapsulated every perfect emotion in the best way possible, and somehow it just gets better and better? i forgot how pt 1 went so i reread it before i read pt 2 and i was blown away again but youve even improved somehow ?!!? youre like the gift that keeps on giving 💋 also, thank you so so much for pushing through and writing this, i know it couldnt have been easy struggling with writers block but i hope u know we all think the world of this fic so please see the worth of your work 💗
ok now MY THOUGHTS!!! oh my lord, where to begin… first of all, same as before: from part one, i was already irked with jake when he pulled the beomgyu shit (albeit i moved on pretty damn fast surprisingly) but the cliffhanger you left us on was a game changer like he crossed the line so bad. i was conviced i would never forgive him. if someone did that to me i would have the exact same reaction as y/n tbh. anger later sad confusion panic first. and seeing the aftermath in part 2??? first of all, so glad she had such a good support system around her and people who actually put their morals first aka 02z bc u already know men irl would defend their “boys” first or whatever 🙄 hearing other girls gossip about her actually broke my heart cos if it was me i wouldve cried n had a panic attack there and then … and knowing my PARENTS know about it 😭😭😭
you wrote so well i was actually about to insert myself in NO JOKE!!!! like ok lets stray for a while but me personally i dont like “dumping” my emotions on anybody bc it makes me feel like im burdening them but when i read the scene when she went back home,, oh lord i wanted to cry in the dads arms there n then, u have a talent with words fr 🫣🫣
SORRY BACK TO OUR SCHEDULED ANNOUNCEMENT, nowhere in this fic was my heart set in stone. ok i lied. for the first 80% i was like FUCK THAT MAN HE DESERVES TO DIE IM NEVER FORGIVING YOU but then i started feeling pity too DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN WHEN I SAY YOURE AMAZING AT WRITING??? like am i throwing away my morals or am i just understanding that people are multidimensional,, woah lord,, like tbh i wouldnt have forgiven jake bc something of that scale is just not in my books, was way too extreme, but the way you wrote his character, his guilt, the actual situation??? couldnt even blame y/n for feeling sympathetic cos damn me too… i know a lot of people might not agree (especially irl. DEF NOT) but the way you wrote everything… how do you not feel bad for the poor boy 😭 in no way is y/n to blame for ANYTHING but at some point i started to be worried for jake too so i was like u know what. fine. get together with the boy. NO WAIT. idk. dont. IDK?!!!?
i think me personally, i wouldnt have been able to forgive him but i wouldve tried to move past it, despite how hard it would be. whether or not we get together would be a different question because rebuilding trust would take a lot, but,, yeah. overall i am soooo fucking satisfied with this, and the ending was so refreshing tbh!!! at first i was hoping they wouldn’t get together (literally when they kissed again i was like NOOO GIRLLLL WHYYYYY have more self respect!!!!) but after your slayful writing i was like nah u know what give them a happy ending,, n u did not disappoint,,,, i loved how it ended and that fresh start at the end was really like a breath of fresh air i have no idea how to explain it but it just genuinely did feel like a fresh start. i loved it. i will be rereading. thank you
OH MY GOSH THIS IS THE LONGEST MESSAGE I'VE EVER GOTTEN AND IM LITERALLY SCREAMING IN JOY BECAUSE OF IT!!
this was insane praise like omfg thank you so much! i always have such a hard time wondering if what i wrote is good enough to put out for you guys and to hear you say that is so meaningful to me 😭 the writer's block def was a bitch but hearing you say that you could see that I've improved makes everything worth it like i'd go through it again if it'll help me get better at writing im crying literally 🥹
so the whole time i was writing this last part i had a hard time deciding if oc should forgive him or not because personally i would never be able to but i just felt that the only way for this story to wrap up well and in a satisfying way would be if it was a happy? ending so i ended up just going with that and yes one of the main things i wanted to show was that everyone was rooting for y/n so i made sure no one excused jake's behavior
the scene where she went back home was kind of tough to write like i totally get you i get really emotionally invested even when im writing and jfc just imagining how my parents would react literally had me going through it like her dad was devastated and i think it really shows to what extent one person's actions/mistakes can effect cause this shit not only broke her down but also most of those around her so those scenes were def tough to write
but i am so so so glad to hear how much you enjoyed the ending and overall this story! you seriously just relieved me of so many of my worries regarding this story and i always feel like the best compliment is when people tell me they'll reread my stuff so thank you so so much for sending me this ginormous message and hope I'll continue to produce stuff you like! love you loads 🫶 🫶 🫶
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how do you think shu and yuma would react to finding each other crying?
under the cut bc it's a huge wall of text lol
well shu does have a "finds yuma crying" scene in lost eden!! I wish I could find a translation for u but I can't :(!! but uh, if you want a small clip of yuma crying (and yui telling him it's okay for men to cry, bless her) then here u go.
so yuma had some complicated feelings going on but to summarize it REALLY quickly...shu is vampire king, he doesnt wanna be, so he's willing to let somebody kill him and take his powers. yuma has to stop kino from doing this, and then shu's like "yuma YOU could kill me and take my powers" and yuma got SUPER FUCKING MAD, stormed away, and started crying. yui comforts him and then shu finds them and is like "?? is he crying?"
yui explains why yuma is so upset: what yuma WANTS is for shu to get motivated, be a better vamp king, and restore eden. so shu being so ready to abandon his job and die is really upsetting to yuma. plus, when shu offered to give his power to yuma, yuma was reminded that he Cant be adam or the vampire king no matter what, so he was even more frustrated at how powerless he was.
so anyway to answer your question, here's what shu did: well he was kind of at a loss for words in the moment! he's not an expressive guy and there wasn't much he could say to reassure yuma anyway. but the more important thing, I think, is that he understood and then he made a real effort for yuma's sake. once he started viewing his job as "his responsibility to yuma" rather than "his responsibility to the vampire clan" he became motivated to handle the eden problem. I hope that gives you some insight into how shu reacts to yuma crying!!
on a very related note, I think the issue of shu's motivation also has a lot to do with how YUMA would deal with SHU crying.
yuma can be rough with him sometimes but that's mostly because, thanks to a lack of communication, he believes (at first, before he learns more about him) that shu is just lazy and unmotivated. in the moments when shu breaks down and shows emotion, yuma's like "oh, this guy really DOES care. he actually cares a lot" and he gets a lot gentler and more understanding. because that was kinda all he needed, was proof that shu cared!!
so if he cries in front of yuma then I'm totally sure that yuma would try to make him feel better and support him any way he can. I wanna point to the sugar cube scene in shu's CL route!! no tears involved, but when shu is clearly upset, yuma offers him sugar cubes and tells him "I know you're a guy who can do it if he tries" and "if anything happens you can always rely on me." and then shu feels a lot better heheh ^^
so basically!! once they understand each other (like by the middle of LE) they'll do anything to help the other when he's having a hard time. and because they both try to die or start a war to help the other in LE, I do mean they'll do ANYTHING lol. I hope this answered ur question, sorry I rambled on!!! I really like shu and yuma's relationship!!! :'D
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I love your take on the wlw Love Square! Now I'm curious about your take on an mlm Love Square
ive actually never thought about mlm love square. but for you anon? okay!
ladynoir: ifl mlm ladynoir would spar so much and be a lot more competitive about whos in charge. boy ladybug is a bit of a dick about how Being the ladybug miraculous holder makes him the de facto leader and when master fu starts training him he rubs it in chat noirs face. chat noirs retort is always about how master fu clearly thinks he doesn’t NEED his hand held because he’s so obviously the more competent one. secretly he is very sad that master fu doesn’t gaf about him. boy ladybug also slowly stops bragging about all the responsibility because he realizes its not a title of honor but a heavy rock he’s been saddled with but he can’t look weak in front of chat or he won’t ever let him live it down. one day they get into a shouting match that ends with them passionately making out only to run away after because What The Fuck
adrienette: ifl boy marinette would be the perfect like. all rounder. good at gaming, good at sports, best grades in the class, extremely talented at fashion design. bro would be drowning in bitches and equally oblivious about the fact that everyone wants him so fucking bad. like without misogyny he would fly so high. adrien would have complicated feelings about him bc gabriel would weirdly compare them and be like if not for the inferiority of his birth, he would be a better son for myself than you <- or something else fucked up that cuts adrien deep. but then gabriel finds out that boy marinette is a mlm and never speaks of him again. even tells adrien not to hang around him OR imitate him in anyway. praises adrien for being a good straight son (without directly saying straight…? idk) and it only makes adrien more determined to become friends w marionette
marichat: chat noir sees marinette on his rooftop balcony and is like um Hey i know we barely know each other but i heard about u coming out recently and Uhhh i hope ur okay i heard the Agreste brand rejected you for their summer program because of it and that really sucks and hes like oh. thank you. i dont know how you heard about that but thats really nice. im okay really. my parents are really supportive and the fact that gabriel agreste is homophobic makes me not want to have anything to do with him or his brand. and chat is like oh… everything? even his… son? and boy marinette is like are u kidding? adriens one of the best people i know. i feel bad that he has to live with a father like that. and chat is like yeah. me too. and marinette is like confused like did u come here just to talk to me about adrien agreste? and chat is like oh um. i actually um. came here to ask for advice on coming out bc im gay…? its half an excuse because every night he thinks about the time he kissed boy ladybug but also he does not know what his sexuality is. hes like. its almost as if hes not allowed to like men. and yet… ANYWAY. marionette is like um. i guess coming out advice number one. don’t tell ur parents if ur dad is someone like gabriel agreste. and he laughs and chat is like haha! so funny! thank god im not adrien agreste! would suck to be him if he was gay! and boy marinette shrugs and is like eh. i doubt adrien’s gay anyway. i hope for his sake that he isn’t
ladrien: something happens that makes adrien’s identity as chat noir almost get compromised and he lies to boy ladybug and is like uh… i have the biggest crush on chat noir? he was um. my gay awakening? and ladybug gets a little jealous because hes in love w adrien and its like wow of fucking COURSE adrien likes chat noir. of course chat noir’s the hot sexy one who gets all the men he wants without even trying! his charms totally dont work on boy ladybug tho. of course not. them kissing that one time never happened. anyway in his annoyance he tells adrien hes free to go for chat noir because there’s no way he’d turn down Adrien Agreste™ and adrien is like hang on how did u know that chat noir’s gay????? and ladybug panics like FUCK did i just out chat based on what i know as boy marinette???? and he backtracks like WHAAAAAT no um i have no idea what chat noir’s sexuality is just um dont u think chat noir looks gay??? gives off such a gay vibe??????? and adrien is like WYM CHAT NOIR LOOKS GAY LIKE WHAT DID HE DO???? and its just a disaster all around
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