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miirohs · 21 days

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moon, 12:04 am [l.m.h]

pairing: Husband!Lee Minho x Fem!Reader wc: 0.7k cw: n/a an: yall am i famous yet. also stream offonoff!!! cause their music is such a vibe!! i should not be awake at 2 in the morning!!!

“Min…?” You whined, rubbing your face into the crook of your arms as you heard quiet creaks across the floorboards.

It was dead silent, aside from the occasional rustling, a warm hand reaching out to run itself through your hair. His fingers scratched your scalp, and you sighed. You could hear Pickles meowing, and you could imagine him pawing at Minho right now, begging for some of his attention as well.

“What are you doing on the floor baby?”

You curled up, bringing your arms up to shield your face as you felt him lean over you, tie dangling over your cheek. Pickles was now poking you, trying to dig into your sides.

“Aww, you’re awfully tired, did all that overthinking finally tire you out?” He huffed, crouching right next to you as you watched him through glossy eyes, hands leaving your head.

“What time is it?”

“It’s four minutes after twelve, I think.”

You jolted up, adrenaline suddenly running through your body, head colliding with his outreached hand. Forcing your head to turn to the clock that hung on the wall, you blearily looked for the confirmation of what he had said. Pickles looked at the both of you, slipping onto your lap in an attempt for some form of cuddles..

You suddenly felt cold on the floor as you read the numbers the hands pointed to, pushing yourself up into a sitting position. Guilt washed over you, the realization of unfinished chores waiting to be finished hitting you.

“Oh god, Minho- I’m so sorry, i must have lost track time playing with Pickles, and you know how its been with the whole apartment as of late-”

“You’re doing it again.”

You stopped speeding through your thoughts, stomach dropping as you looked at him.

He was just as beautiful, if not a little disheveled. His coat had been long abandoned, now wearing a white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up. His hair stuck out in all sorts of directions, but the little glimmer in his eyes hadn’t been lost to the tiring office environment of his life.

“I’m doing what?”

“Rambling.”

The heat rose in your cheeks, and you looked down at the wooden floors, mapping out where you had previously been a couple moments.

“Y/n. Baby?”

You finally looked up, scooting closer into his vicinity.

“It’s cute when you do it,” He yawned, kneeling next to you, “act all worried. You don’t need to be apologizing because you didn't do anything wrong.” He pursed his lips, offering a hand to gently pull you closer to him.

“What do you wanna ask me baby? I can tell you have something to say,” He teased. You cleared your throat. “Why were you so late? I thought you’d be coming home early today.’

“I would’ve come home sooner, but Chan-hyung wanted me to stay back for something, then the bus got late so I had to take a taxi home.” He sighed and frowned, running his hand up and down your back as he held you close to him. Pickles climbed into his lap, purring as Minho finally pet him.

“Sounds like you had quite the day.” You whispered, muffled as you were pressed up against him, hand on his chest, “more so than me.”

"Yeah, it was a bit hectic," He admitted with a small chuckle,"but it was all worth it to come back home to you, and you too, Pickles." Pickles meowed, as if acknowledging that he had been recognized by Minho.

You leaned into his embrace, his lips pressing against your forehead as he kissed you tenderly. The familiar warmth of his lips sent shivers down your spine, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck.

"I love you," he whispered, his voice soft as he pressed his face against the crown of your head.

“I love you more,” You whispered as he slipped his hands around you, surprising you as he lifted you off the floor. He carried you with ease, retracing old steps as he made his way down the hall, towards your bedroom.

As he push you down on the bed, he leaned down to press another kiss to your lips.

“I'll be right back in bed once I finish changing.”

“Don’t take too long,” You stared, watching him linger in the light of your bathroom door.

“Night baby,” He said softly, grinning as Pickles jumped up, curling up right next to you, “sleep well."

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yuri-is-online · 6 months

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Azul totally has an octopus and shrimp plush that he makes kiss.

Who? How? Usually when I get an ask I know where it comes from (or why anyway) but this time I just looked at my phone and got hit by a bus. But you know what annon? You are so right, he totally does.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, Azul engages in some SSS tier simping (shrimping?), once again this is a joke but I am not taking cold meds this time! Please look at my masterlist for more serious works.

Plush toys do not exist in the ocean, the concept of them was something Azul had been made aware of in his research and made note of in land training camp. But of course, as was the case with more things than he would ever admit to outside of a court order, Azul failed to grasp just how ubiquitous and popular plushies were. He had even been gifted an octopus plush as a prize during one of the first Board Game Club events he attended, something he had intended to brush off as childish until he saw the way his club mates reacted, even if he didn't understand why himself the little guy was clearly an enviable prize. A claim made less believable with how he hadn't let Floyd squeeze it, or Jade poke at it, and he certainly had not agreed to give it to Idia no matter how much he had begged.

The shrimp plush had been a... strategic purchase. No really, if anyone asked he had a perfectly reasonable explanation for why he had bought this specific plush that he had to go out of his way to find, order, and watch out for to make sure that Jade didn't bring it to him with the rest of his mail. The Mostro Lounge was always going to expand to have a merch store, and since plush toys were so popular with humans it made sense to have some! He just needed to ensure this particular brand was of a high enough quality to commission-

No one was going to buy that excuse. All the more reason to keep this little indulgence a secret, even if the seller had been confused by his request for discreet packaging.

"It's just a plush sir?" To them maybe, to him this is a painful sign that he should just say something already but he needs to plan for that and this should help. The two plushes certainly look natural enough together, Azul has seen pictures of some beds that have a bunch of little guys set up on them and he's beginning to see the appeal. Maybe he should get two eels? Smaller than the shrimp, obviously, it's the only way the real ones will ever let him live it down. But by thinking that he is sort of acknowledging who the little shrimp is supposed to represent. And they're sitting next to him in his bed.

He takes back his previous thought, Azul has no idea how humans sleep with things that remind them of the objects of their affections, it's filling his mind with situations. He props himself up against the headboard, holding both plushies close to his face so he can see them without his glasses.

“I was so lonely.” Azul is incapable of picturing him otherwise. “I really missed you.” He sniffles, and the little shrimp jumps to comfort him.

“I missed you too!” The little shrimp is friends with the octopus? Azul has no idea when that happened he just got them today- “Let’s never be apart again ok?”

“Do you really mean that?” The little octopus tentatively reaches out one of his stubby tentacles towards the shrimp, who takes it happily. “I don’t want to let you go…”

“You don’t have to.” comforts the little shrimp. “We can get married and do our laundry and taxes together forever and you won’t ever have to be lonely ever again.”

And that is apparently when Azul decides to come back to his senses, just as he is halfway through humming a wedding march and making the plushies kiss. He remembers himself enough to keep them from dropping to the floor, but they still fall to his side as he collapses back onto his pillows redder than a boiled lobster.

Maybe he should just… give the little shrimp over to Yuu. And make some actual progress on that laundry and taxes bit.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #there is a fan art piece i saw that was p much just azul making an octopus and shrimp plush kiss #it's a cute concept

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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In a week-

I saw you did royal Bodyguard poly!marauders to sunshine!reader, ans I was wondering if we could get something like that but instead reader is a little sneakt bitch who uses escaping her bodyguards as a fun pastime?????

Thanks for requesting!!

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bodyguard!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 979 words

You’re about to take a sip from your cup when your wrist is gripped by a strong hand, stopping it from reaching your mouth.

“You have no idea what’s in there.”

“Hi, Jamie,” you shoot him a smile, warm and loose all over from the drinks you’ve already had. “Sure I do. It’s a rum and coke. Pretty straightforward, actually.”

“He means,” Remus says, prying your fingers from around the cup and setting it on the bar, “that you probably weren’t watching to see if anyone slipped something into it, and unfortunately for you, we weren’t here to do it for you.”

You don’t have to look around to know Sirius will be here as well, your three bodyguards relentless and nearly impossible to shake. Still, you’re a bit proud you’d managed to get free for a little over an hour tonight. That’s not an easy task.

“No one here is going to drug me,” you say, though you know that’s not strictly true, and you go on before one of them can contradict you. “How’d you find me anyway?”

James gives you a deadpan look, the closest thing you ever get to anger from him. “If we told you, you’d just figure out how to get around it next time.” He sets a hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently away from the bar. “Come on, let’s go home.”

“I don’t want to go home,” you say, and despite your best intentions, your voice comes out with a petulant edge. “Why can’t we stay here?”

“You know very well you’re allowed to go out,” Remus says as he and James steer you towards the exit. “But we haven’t had time to look around this place, and you’re supposed to be studying at Kate’s.”

“So this is a punishment.” It’s not a question, but Sirius answers you anyway, draping an arm around your shoulders as you meet him by the door.

“Yes, it is,” he says lightly. “You almost killed Remus tonight, doll, and attempted murder deserves a time-out at the very least.”

Even whilst scolding you, Sirius’ voice is teasing. Between the three of them, you know he’s the least upset with you. He might be a bit frustrated, sure, but he seems to also harbor a tiny bit of respect or understanding for what he calls your ill-timed rebellious phase. Though to be fair, you’d never had much cause for rebellion before your mom had forced a security detail upon you. You were used to doing whatever you wanted, and what you wanted had never seemed so wild until one day you needed permission to go outside and your privacy was blown to smithereens.

You step out into the cool night air, and Sirius rubs your upper arm when you shiver. Remus leads you all towards the parking lot, and you’re secretly glad to be able to get into a warm car even if you’re still stubbornly yearning for the mundanity of the bus.

“I know you think of running off as trying to get back some sort of freedom,” James says, and his voice is gentler now if not quite friendly, “but it’s not going to feel like freedom if while you’re off by yourself one of your mom’s…critics,” he decides, using the most delicate term possible, “takes the opportunity to kidnap you.”

“Or kill you.” Remus says gruffly, his posture extra-stiff as he scans the parking lot, eyes skimming over every dark corner and potentially occupied vehicle.

“Their issue is with her, not me,” you sigh, somewhere between frustrated and resigned. “You should be protecting her.”

“She’s got her own detail,” Remus reminds you. “And it wouldn’t be the first time extremists have targeted a politician’s family to get at them.”

You’re silent at that, and the boys let you stew in it, the memory of your mother’s face when she’s gotten the news that her coworker’s son had been killed in their home. She’d grieved for her friend that day, but her panic had been for herself. For you.

“We’ve got to find a way around this need to escape, angel,” James says, opening the door to the backseat and offering you a hand in. You nod hello to Marcus, your mom’s driver, whose duties have apparently been extended to picking you up when you go “missing” for an hour or two. Sirius gets in on your other side, Remus taking the passenger seat. “Are we really so awful to be around?”

“No,” you say, though you know the question was meant in jest. They deserve to know anyway. “You guys are great. It’s your job that’s the problem.”

“Unfortunately, it’s still our job,” Remus says, turning around to fix you with a look. It works, and you shrink in your seat. Remus is such a kind, gentle soul, especially considering his profession, so when he focuses his disapproval like this, it always leaves you feeling thoroughly shamed. “Every time you slip off, we have to act as if you’ve been kidnapped, even if we know better. And you very well could be kidnapped. You just—” He shakes his head, and guilt sprouts, winding and thorny, in your gut. “—I don’t think you understand the danger you’re putting yourself in when you do this.”

You nod, forcing yourself to look him in the eye so he knows you’re really listening. “I’m sorry. I’ll…” you sigh, indignation eating at you even as you give in. “I’ll try to work with you guys more.”

“That’s all we’re asking, sweetheart,” James says, bumping your shoulder with his lightly, and you know you’re at least mostly forgiven.

“For tonight,” Sirius drawls, “are you going to actually stay in your room, or is one of us going to have to tie you to the bed?” He winks. “Because if you need me to, I can totally do that, dollface.”

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sixosix · 17 days

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hello!! this is my first time asking so forgive me if i do anything wrong.

so i just saw your event anddddd first of all, i just want to say congrats on 5k!!! and also happy birthdayy!! if its not a bother, can i participate in the event?? if so heres the prompt,

[lyney, earphones(the wired ones), fluff]

your thawed series really made me fall in love with the way you write lyney�� and because of that, i want to read more of him from you!!

once again, congrats on 5k!!

a/n HELLO ANON!!! thank you so much + dont worry u sent an ask right! im so happy u like my characterization of lyney hehe hes just a silly guy…

info 500 words, short and sweet, modern college au

5K EVENT SPECIAL | EVENT MASTERLIST

Lynette texted you this morning saying that she had a fever.

Usually, this wouldn’t have been a problem. Get well soon! or an I’ll send you the notes later would be the end of the conversation. Then you’d go on with your day and miss her, but that would be it. That was supposed to be it.

But it was Lynette. And if she was involved—

“Hey.” Lilac eyes overtook your vision, shockingly close. You jumped back, and Lyney grinned. “Are you still texting my sister? I’m right here, you know.”

Lynette You’ll be fine

You LYHBEDTTE

Lynette He’s just Lyney

You EXACTLY WHY

This was a problem because you had been nursing the biggest crush on Lynette’s brother since you met her—and it’s been years. The color of his eyes, the softness of his hair, the crinkle of his eyes as he smiles—

“I’m telling her I wish she were here instead,” you said, hiding your screen from his sharp eyes.

Lyney wasn’t fazed at all. He matched your steps and easily walked alongside you, his lips stretched into a wide grin. He was so suspiciously happy today.

“Are we going to take the bus there?” Lyney asked, his arms still brushing against yours. His chin was tucked in his windbreaker, muffling his words a little. He looked a little red—did he have a fever as well?

“I guess so,” you said, dragging your gaze away from the sight. You could hear your heartbeat racing.

Lyney’s smile softened, then gestured at the bus stop bench. “It’s still early. Let’s sit over there.”

It was empty, yet when you sat at the far edge, Lyney still cozied up beside you. Seeking refuge, you hid your face further in the safety of your hoodie. This was bad. Lynette rarely got sick; this was your first time alone with Lyney, and you didn’t know how to act.

When you glanced at him, Lyney seemed content with the silence. You weren’t—you could hear the loud thumps of your chest, and soon enough, Lyney would notice it, too.

You pulled out your earphones and swiped to the highest volume possible, ear damage be damned. You were not going to survive today. You’re going to embarrass yourself and make a fool of your impressions, and Lyney would get weirded out and avoid you for the rest of his life.

Your throat made some sort of warbling deflated noise as music drowned out your heartbeat, but not your thoughts. Why was Lyney so warm? Even with layers of clothing, you could feel the heat of his skin, and it was driving you mad. You wanted nothing but to curl into it like a cat with sunlight. Why did Lynette have to get sick while you were still hopelessly infatuated with her brother?

Abruptly, Lyney’s head found its way to your shoulder. Stunned, you sucked in a breath, overwhelmed with all the sensations. Your five senses were being violated left and right—all you could see, hear, and touch was Lyney.

He reached his hand out expectantly. You made a noise of confusion, then belatedly realized what he was pointing at. Careful not to jostle him, you plucked an earphone and gently placed it in his ear. Lyney flinched.

“This is loud,” Lyney chuckled, but he didn’t ask you to mess with the volume. He laid back down with his weight and stayed there, unaware of how your face was a flaming mess.

Your eyes slipped to your lap, feeling shy. From this angle, it was hard to tell what Lyney was looking at, but you could feel his smile. It could be Lyney’s unnaturally warm body heat or your burning embarrassment, but— maybe you were starting to feel feverish as well.

Lyney snuggled closer. You sighed and resigned yourself to a long day.

#606: 5K EVENT #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #lyney x reader #lyney x you #lyney x y/n

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loveinhawkins · 9 months

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The day before Spring Break ‘84, Eddie has a panic attack so bad he stays locked in a bathroom stall long after the final bell has rung.

And it’s so stupid. It’s not like the whole thing came as a surprise to him: he saw the writing on the wall even back in December, his grades on a continual downward spiral he couldn’t shift.

But he kept on trucking cause he’s still got the mind of a five year old, apparently, hoping against hope that things would just miraculously work out.

Idiot.

He doesn’t have anything worth getting riled up over, no mistreatment to distract him—sure, if it was O’Donnell doing the honours, she might’ve been a little mean about it, but instead he’d been directed to the school receptionist who confirmed the ‘unfortunate news’ with an uninterested if pleasant smile.

She asked if he’d talked to his homeroom teacher about his predicament, and he’d promptly lied through his teeth and said yes, even though he’d rather die than do anything of the sort. Then she went on about his ‘many options’, a prospective timetable for next semester, some forms to fill in, blah, blah, blah.

“Would you want a call home?” she’d said, already reaching for the phone. “We can go through the process with—”

“No, thanks,” Eddie told her quickly. He stuffed the forms into his bag. “I’ve got—I’ll let my uncle know.”

The thought of Wayne having his day off interrupted by such news made him feel nauseous.

Fuck, Wayne. He’ll be waiting for him.

At that realisation, Eddie goes cold then hot then cold again. He stumbles, gets the stall door open eventually, shakes the jittery feeling out of his fingers.

The parking lot’s still busy—students lazily chatting, perched half in, half-out of their cars; all they’ve got to worry about is whether they’re invited to Tina’s or Josh’s or whoever-the-fuck’s—depends on whose parents have unwisely left their house empty for the week.

Eddie’s stayed so long that he’s missed the bus, so he starts the trudge home, grits his teeth at every stab of his boots cutting into his heels—the van isn’t even on his periphery yet, still many months of scraping and saving to go until it’s his.

He’s almost out the school grounds. He crosses the road entirely on autopilot, startles when he realises that he’s had to make a car do an emergency stop.

Steve Harrington waves him on with a tiny little flick of the finger, all breezy, and great, that’s all he fucking needs—Mister Cool being polite to him.

He gives a small nod of thanks before continuing his walk. Keeps his head down, eyes on the sidewalk. Doesn’t bother about whether he steps on any cracks or not; he figures his luck isn’t changing any time soon.

His palms itch. He knows it’s stupid and embarrassingly self-centred of him, but he can’t get rid the thought that everyone’s looking at him, that everyone knows somehow.

Wayne sees him coming from the porch. By the time Eddie reaches him, he’s gone inside and out, re-emerging with a can of cream soda that he cracks open and holds out with one hand.

Eddie can’t take it. He reaches for the contents of his bag, cringing inside at how the papers are already creased, he can’t even manage…

He passes the forms to Wayne. Can’t look him in the eye.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Uncle Wayne,” he says—and mortifyingly, his throat closes up, and that’s all he can get out.

There’s barely a pause before Wayne says, “Eddie. Can you look at me?” When Eddie does, he clicks his tongue quietly at whatever he must find. “Kid, you’re all right. S’not the end of the world.”

Eddie scoffs. “Damn well feels like it.”

Yup, petulant as fuck too. Why not? Might as well crash and burn.

He at least makes sure to shut the front door as apologetically as he can. There’s one singular plate in the sink that he sets about scrubbing even though it hardly needs it.

He hears Wayne come in; he’s reading still, turning the pages over thoughtfully.

Eddie keeps scrubbing.

Wayne’s probably reading the test results. Eddie doesn’t need to see to know the ones that’ll be lingered on.

He couldn’t even pass English. The one thing that was meant to be in the bag, where he could scrape a C-, and he…

What the fuck’s wrong with him? Where’s the sense in being able to write a good campaign on a whim when he can’t even…

“Eddie.” Wayne passes the cream soda can across the counter. “You keep workin’ at the sink any longer, and m’gonna start thinkin’ you’re ‘bout to give me your last will and testament.”

Eddie chuckles. Scrubs at his eyes and obligingly steps away. He picks up the can—the cold metal soothes the itch trapped in his palm.

Wayne folds the papers neatly, corner to corner.

“I’ll help you fill everything in,” he says, matter-of-fact.

“I’ll, uh. I’ll get a pen.”

But Wayne shakes his head. “Not tonight. We’ve got plans, remember?”

Eddie laughs again. ‘Got plans’, according to Wayne, means watching T.V in comfortable silence, Eddie lounging on the couch; Wayne might occasionally read out a crossword clue he’s stuck on before typically solving it on his own, and Eddie would drop off to sleep early, his last impression that of Wayne treading lightly from his armchair, turning the volume down.

It’s a comforting thought.

But he… he should be…

Wayne gives him a knowing look, waves him over to the couch.

The creak of the refrigerator door opening. Wayne’ll be starting dinner soon. Some sorta pasta, probably: it’s tradition, whenever school ends.

“Hey, Ed.”

Eddie curls up on the couch, knees to his chest. “Mm-hmm?”

“It’s fixable, all right? It ain’t a chore. You know that, right?”

Eddie smiles—he sniffles and doesn’t bother scrubbing at his eyes again when they fill up.

“Yeah, I—I know.”

The words are old, a truth he’s had to be reminded of many times; it started back when the world had ended once before, when Eddie, newly moved into Wayne’s trailer, had stammered, “I-I won’t bother you, Uncle Wayne, I swear, you won’t need to—”

And then he learnt the very first rule of the universe—save for the fact that Wayne would always, always be there to help him.

It ain’t a chore, loving you.

#eddie munson fic #steve has a tiny cameo because i couldn’t help myself #eddie and wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson fic #eddie munson ficlet #eddie and wayne munson ficlet #eddie munson #wayne munson

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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[19.55] cat hybrid!san × reader

⇀ san. what is san ? san's a cat. but san's not just a cat. san's an adorable cat

⇁ @bobateastay you did this AGAIN FFS /lovingly

It had become a routine it seems. Every Sunday, you and San decided that it's a day to just relax, do nothing. But it's a pact that although you both are doing nothing, you're doing nothing together.

On this particular do-nothing-day, you found yourself on your bed with a book in your hand as the tv played a movie that you've watched approximately 12 times within the past year. San was not far from where you are. He was sat on his gaming station that's situated on the other side of your shared bed with his back against the tv.

Maybe 2 hours has passed since you started your book and the movie was nearing its ending. San has been playing some sort of game with another cat hybrid named Wooyoung, a dog hybrid named Yunho and a snow fox hybrid named Yeosang, all of whom he befriend a long time ago.

You closed your book and stretched your body like how San taught you to, as you quote, "Reach the maximum relaxation because who wants to function with an ass that falls asleep every 10 minutes?" Which you don't quite understand but you don't care since somehow, it works. On your stomach, you folded your legs under your body and reached forward with your arms, stretching your back until you feel your spine cracking away. After your back, you released your legs and just pushed like how San would. You pushed until your legs shook, making you grin at yourself at how good it felt. Once you're done, you flipped your body and land on your side, facing San who was so focused on his own game that he hadn't noticed you looking at him.

"Go! Go! Go! No- Wooyoung I swear- YOU SAID YOU'RE GOOD AT THIS!!!!" he roared into his mic, fingers tapping furiously at his gaming keyboard. You don't know which entranced you more, his fingers dancing on the keyboard or the colourful lights on the keyboard itself. "I should have teamed up with Yunho... LOOK AT YEOSANG CHILLING RIGHT THERE!! HE'S WORKING TOGETHER WITH YUNH- oh that's rich coming from someone who died after 2 minutes-"

San stopped his rant to Wooyoung when he noticed you staring at him. Confused (yet very happy that he got your attention), San smiled at you for a bit before refocusing on his game. When he smiled, his dimples popped out and his black cat ears twitched from the fluff of white hair. You couldn't help but squeal and completely melted.

As he focused back on his game, you crawled over to his side of the bed and sat by his side. You took a good look at him, seeing how he scrunch his eyebrows when he was focused on attacking, how he seemed to be such a pro at balancing between using one hand on the keyboard and the other on the mouse, how his beautiful pupils dart around the screen, following the direction of his mouse (which is ironic considering he's a cat), all the while navigating and coordinating with Wooyoung. There's a grace to him playing games, and there's an adorableness to him cussing at his teammate and bitching about said teammate to his other friends.

Noticing you were staring at him, San's eyes began darting back and forth from the screen to you. "Is there something on my face?" he asked as he moved his headphone away, opting to let it rest on his neck so he could still hear what was going on but also to hear you. He was wondering why you were staring at him like that. Like he's the fluffiest marshmallow.

You simply shrugged and instead of answering, you simply reach to scratch the base of his left ear. The stimulation from the scratch made him purr and his eyes began fluttering. For a split second, he forgot that he was playing as his fingers curled and hovered above his gaming station.

It wasn't until you heard Wooyoung yelling at him through the headphones on his neck that he snapped out and immediately moved to shoot at a character in the game that you assume is either Yunho or Yeosang. San's a good player, but that doesn't mean he can't be petty when he wants to be. There were instances where he shot his own teammate after they called him clingy for being distracted by you, all the while adorning an adorable pout that made you peck his nose.

Seeing him needed by his teammate, you decided that maybe you were a distraction to him. You had just lifted your hand off of him when he suddenly let out a childish whine of disapproval. "What are you doing!?" he complained as he snapped his head to you. From the headphone, you could hear Wooyoung retaliating, something along the lines of "Me??? What the fuck are YOU doing!?" because in mere seconds, San was hissing at him. "Not you, dumbass! I was talking to (y/n)!" he said as he pouted at you.

"Me?" You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What did I do?" you asked, confused. San puffed his cheeks and simply grab the hand that you used to scratch him and plopped it on the top of his head. "Pat," he said simply. Which sounded more like a demand.

Realizing why he was pissy, you couldn't help but chuckle and comply. Rather than distracting him with the scratches he usually demands before sleep, you simply pat and rub the top of his head gently. You let your fingers card through his soft locks and even took time to take notice of how his ears would move around, sometimes due to sounds or even fluttering when he felt satisfied. The pout on San's face soon melted, replaced with a satisfied grin. Even his tail swished around happily, seemingly doing a little happy dance.

You like seeing San this happy. When you both first decided to move in together, you were unsure because your friends told you all sorts of horror stories about hybrids. How because they're part animals, they still have animal instincts in them and some won't even hesitate to hurt you for fun. The predator ones that is. But when you saw San and saw the first time he smiled at you, you know that you had nothing to worry about. Ten thousand suns won't even be able to match his brightness. Because he's your San, he's your San-shine. Your little big ball of fluff who often demands attention without wanting to say anything. Your pouty baby when you're so busy with work that you couldn't spare 10 minutes to give him his daily forehead kisses and nose nuzzles. Your adorable source of happiness who doesn't even have to do anything to get your absolute ultimate affection. Seriously, you might need help detaching yourself from San. His adorableness is a distraction which is a big issue for you. But honestly, you're not complaining.

After a while, your arm started to get tired from the constant petting but you don't wanna let San down, he looked so pleased.

"Sannie, my arm hurts," you groaned, slowly pulling your hand off.

Without missing a beat, his ears flopped down and his eyes turned into giant orbs, eyebrows drooping sadly, and bottom lip jutted out. "But... Warm..." he quivered sadly. You cooed and reached to cup his face, "Well, you're playing now and I can't hold out that long... Can we continue later before we sleep?" you negotiated.

But of course, he shook his head stubbornly.

Before you could make a move, he had already pushed his gaming chair back and pulled you into his lap. You yelped at his strength that you're pretty sure stemmed from his absolute determination to get what he wants. But you quickly adjusted your position, legs slipping under his armrests and chin comfortably resting on his shoulder.

Not even two seconds after you found your comfortable position, San grunted and he bumped the side of his head with you. You pulled back slightly as you were about to scold him, but he beat you to it. With his lips pursed like a duck and eyebrows furrowed, he mumbled, "Attention, now."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at San. But even after saying that, he tightened his hold on you and rested his own chin on your shoulder. You bit your bottom lip to prevent yourself from grinning to yourself even wider. It's bad enough that San already has an iron grip on you with his adorableness, you can't let his hot-and-cold side affect you too. Not that it hasn't, but you're simply bullshitting yourself.

Obliging his request demand, your hands soon found purchase around him. You had an arm wrapped around his neck, playing with the fabric of his hoodie as the other tangled itself with the hair on the back of his head. You let your fingers softly comb his hair as you hum a tune from a Studio Ghibli movie. San soon found himself melting under your touch, evident from the way his shoulders relaxed and his tail swishing way more calmly against your leg, making you giggle.

If only time could stop, you'd be happy being in this position forever.

"Dude, I can hear (y/n) humming. Are you guys in the chair together!?"

"Shut your jealous mouth up Wooyoung, go be useful."

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kokomyass · 4 months

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Gojo Satoru ☆ Camping trip

Gojo x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Word Count:1427

Trigger warnings⚠️: none, other than swearing

Second person POV

"C'mon Y/N it is gonna be great bonding for us!" you cocked an eyebrow up at your tall and overly expressive boyfriend. "...and the students....BUT that doesn't matter! It's all in the name of love~"

You were fortunate enough to be in a relationship with THE Gojo Satoru even though you found yourself forgetting why you were in a relationship with him at times... such as now...

As part of his responsibility as a teacher, he was meant to take out the first and second years on a camping bonding trip, however to make up for the lost bonding time you and him had lost due to one thing or another he was suggesting you tag along.

"Gojo...I don't know, I feel like a lot could go wrong, plus we don't want to be acting all in love around the students."

Although you did believe it would certainly...be an experience... you weren't sure if Principal Yaga would agree to such a request. He would probably think you and Gojo were planning on doing unholy deeds in a tent.

"Y/N THAT DOES NOT MATTER." Gojo exclaimed, gripping your hands firmly.

"I have spoken to Principal Yaga, and he says it's fine. The students probably know we are together already because i don't know about you, but I think it's quite obvious, and-"

"FINE!! I'LL GO!!" You cave in and decide to go because no matter what, it seems like Gojo won't back down.

"Your amazing Y/N!! You won't regret it!" Gojo laughs as he picks you up and spins you before giving a tender, soft kiss on your lips.

"Okay...okay...let me go and get ready, alright Satoru?" you tell him whilst still grinning from his cuteness. He nods and hugs you before parting ways as he needs to go and get the students in check.

Time skip

You had finished packing everything that you would need and you were now stood in front of the students with Gojo whilst he briefed them on everything that was going to happen on the trip.

"Last but most definitely not least...your sensei, Y/N will be joining us!!" Gojo said as he wrapped a firm arm around your shoulders and you smiled at the students and the first years all cheered.

"I bet the only reason she is coming is because they wanna get down and dirty in a tent.." Maki mumbled as there was a chorus of 'Yeah's as they watched you and Gojo happily talking together.

"Well I love Y/N so I'm so glad she's coming!" Nobara adds and her and Itadori fangirl over you and Megumi silently agrees.

You all got in the minibus driven by Ijichi and of course you and Gojo sat at the front as you sighed in tiredness, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Feeling sleepy, princess?" Gojo wraps at arm around you moving you closer to him and pressing a soft kiss on your head.

You sigh once more after inhaling Gojo's comforting and warm scent that immediately made you feel relaxed and fatigued.

"Yeah...mind if I take a nap? Lemme know once we get there, okay?" you peck Gojo's cheek before getting all cosy in Gojo's arms.

Time Skip

You stir awake to shuffling as you had reached your destination.

"Morning sleeping beauty! Did you have a good nap?" Gojo said with his signature smile which was enough to make someone's day.

"I sure did...thanks for being such an amazing cushion haha" you both chuckle together as you start telling to students to get off the bus.

You had all gotten off the bus, and the first activity for the day was some sort of trail that Gojo had planned whilst you stayed back setting up camp.

"Alright kids!! Who is ready to witness the power of mother nature!" Gojo said with energy and enthusiasm (something that the students very much lacked)

You couldn't help but chuckle at your cute boyfriends efforts to make everyone happy.

You waved them all goodbye before setting up the camp with a bit of Ichiji's help before he went back.

You feel asleep whilst reading a book sat in your transportable chair that Gojo remembered to bring for you.

Sadly, awoken from your slumber by someone cupping your cheeks and breathing softly.

"Wake up honey we are back~" a creepy voice said as you felt kinda like you were on crack

"Wha...What's going on..?"

Once you fully opened your eyes you were greeted with a hilarious sight.

All the first year were covered in mud and dirt and you were pretty sure Megumi had a rat in his hair and Yujii had a leech on his arm.

Whilst the second years...had(everything the first years had) along with scratches and bee stings.

"Y/N tell your boyfriend that if he wanted to fucking kill us then he could've done so in a heartbeat. After all there is a bounty on his head. I don't even know why anyone would want this useless hunk of a man." Maki was fuming, which was very reasonable looking at the state she was in.

Gojo chuckled nervously, sweat dropping from his forehead as he brought his hands up in defense.

"Heyyy Maki!! Calm down!! Maybe you need some s'mores cause-"

"I don't need any mother fucking s'mores. What I need is for a white haired bitch to stop pissing me off."

At this point Panda and Inumaki were holding onto Maki for dear life.

You decided to chip in to maybe calm everyone down.

"Okay guys clearly you been through some tough shit...but good thing is your back here with me!"

"What about m-" Gojo chipped you before stopping as you shot him a death glare. "ˢᵒʳʳʸ."

"Anyway let me make you some food and s'mores and let us all relax"

Everyone calmed down after hearing your words and all the students went to wash up.

Time Skip

Everyone was now huddled around the campfire, feeling sleepy(aka asleep on one another) after the days activities.

"Hey Y/N, my love, I have something to show you." you cocked an eyebrow up wondering what your boyfriend could have in store

Gojo took off his blindfold and put it on you to cover your eyes up from his surprise.

"You didn't even give me time to see your lovely eyes, Satoru.." you joked as he let out a soft chuckle

"Soon you will be able to stare at this beautiful face all you want." you giggled as he held your hand firmly.

He guided you quite far into the forest making you feel a bit worried. He seemed to notice this and decided to wrap his arm around you instead.

"Don't worry Y/N your with me you've got nothing to worry about."

You had finally reached your destination and Gojo carefully took of your blindfold revealing the most romantic, beautiful and euphoric scene right in front of you.

Gojo had set up a picnic with fireflies lighting up the area, a soft scent of cinnamon and spice, delicious delicacies that you always enjoyed...it was the perfect date.

You were dumbfounded as Gojo guided you to sit down on the picnic blanket.

"So..do you like it?"

"Like it? Oh Satoru, I love it!! I love you so so much, I could never ask for a better boyfriend"

You leaped into Gojo's arms and kiss him deeply with nothing but genuine love.

He engulfed you in his arms for a while smiling like he had everything he could ever ask for (which he did)

"I love you more, my love...it was worth leaving the students behind earlier..."

"Say what?!" you shouted realising what may have caused the atrocities to happen to the kids.

"Nothing at all!! Now lets enjoy this before we have to go back to being responsible adults."

"Umm sweetheart, your not usually responsi-"

He shut you up by shoving a cake in your mouth as you both laughed together and enjoyed each others company.

A lil add on for yall:

The next day Gojo got reprimanded my Yaga after the students submitted their reports of what happened and he received a particularly hateful on towards Gojo from an anonymous student.

Gojo still thought it was worth it for the night of his life with you though...

A/N

I hope you guys enjoyed that and love you lots 💜🔮

#gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo fluff #gojo #anime fluff #anime x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n

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aquietwritingcorner · 7 days

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Enter the Competition

(for @tmntstorycomp )

Ms. Morrison clung to the arm she was holding, as a cacophony of noises assaulted her ears. She hadn’t been out in crowds much since she’d lost her sight, bus trips to and from doctor’s offices with the help of disability services, and friends and neighbors being about her only outings. She was confident enough around her home, but outside of it she was uncertain. All of the noise didn’t help either, making it hard to pinpoint where things were.

“Easy, Ms. M, I gotcha.” Raphael gave her hand a squeeze and patted her arm. “Me and Donnie are right here with ya, and we ain’t gonna leave your side.”

She was lucky that, wherever she was, Raphael and Donatello had ended up with her. They were good boys, and she knew that they’d help her out, although she was a bit worried. She didn’t want them to get caught up in things that wouldn’t be good for their future. Good boys like them deserved a good future.

“Where’s Lucy?” She asked, knowing that her cat had come with them, but not sure where she had ended up at the moment.

“She’s sitting on Don’s shel—uh, shoulders,” Raphael said. “He’s trying to figure out how we got here.”

Ms. Morrison frowned. New York City had been quite crazy as of late, with aliens and invasion, and all sorts of things that she had thought was simply another War of the Worlds radio situation, until one of the ladies from upstairs had confirmed that it was real. She hoped this wasn’t another fictional situation turned into reality.

“Any luck, Don?” Raphael asked his brother. Ms. Morrison could hear the undercurrent of worry in his voice.

“None,” Donatello said, an undercurrent of frustration in his. She heard the zipper of his bag, and what she thought was the sound of him putting things back inside it, before he zipped it up again. “No signal on the shell cells, and nothing I do to enhance it works. There are anomalous readings, but there’s also an interference that is messing with them.” He sighed heavily, and Ms. Morrison heard him shift around, and Lucy’s purring. Donatello must have brought the cat into his arms. “I don’t think there’s anything I can do to get us home, Raph. We’re just going to have to keep moving and see if we can figure it out.”

One of Raphael’s arms left hers, and she could tell that he was reaching out to his brother. “Hey, it’s okay, Don. You can’t have all the answers all the time. We’ll figure a way out of this one way or another. We always do.”

She wondered about that “always do” part, just as she wondered about many things when it came to these two boys, but as always, she kept her silence. If they wanted to tell her, then they would when they were ready.

In the meantime, the least she could do was try to keep their spirits up.

She tapped on Raphael’s arm. “Can you two describe to me where we are?” she asked them. “It seems like there are a lot of people here.”

“There are,” Raph said. “Lots of people. Most of them, ah, well,” he hesitated, sounding slightly nervous. “They ain’t human, Ms. M.”

“What he means,” Donatello said, “is that we seem to have ended up in a place where there are both humans and non-humans. But there seem to be a mix of ages, and no one seems to be outright aggressive.” She could feel him step a little closer to her and lay a gentle touch on her arm. “I don’t think we’re in any sort of immediate danger. Human or not, they just seem to be… people.”

They were holding something back, and she wasn’t sure what, but Ms. Morrison just nodded. “Alright. That makes sense. If humans can be good or bad and not all the same, then why not aliens, too?”

Some sort of unknown tension seemed to ease in them at that, and she wondered why that was.

“Yeah,” Raphael said, a strange sort of relief in his voice. “That’s a good way to look at it, Ms. M.”

“As for the space we’re in,” Donatello said, and she could practically hear the frown on his face. “It’s big and spacious, and there appear to be some places to sit down scattered about. But there’s also a lot of junk lying around. Toys, gaming systems, jump ropes, things like that.” His voice trailed off thoughtfully.

“Hey, brainiac. Come back to that later,” Raphael said. “Let’s focus on the here and now.”

“Right,” Donatello said ruefully.

“What about that fellow that spoke earlier?” Ms. Morrison asked, redirecting the conversation. “Is he in charge here? He sounded young.”

“Seems like it, yeah,” Raphael said, and his grip tightened on her arm.

“Sounded young, yes,” Donatello said thoughtfully. “But I’m not going to bank on that quite yet. Appearances can be deceiving.”

“Is he human?” Ms. Morrison asked.

“No, he’s not,” Donatello said. “But he does appear to be the same species as a majority of the beings here.”

Ms. Morrison frowned but tucked that bit of information away. “He said something about a competition. Games, entertainment, themes—”

“—a battlefield—” Raphael muttered under his breath and tensed back up.

She continued on. “—what did he mean by all of that?”

“I’m not sure,” Donatello said. “But my guess? All of these different beings here, all of these groups, we’ve all been gathered as some sort of entertainment for the person who spoke. And that entertainment involves us competing somehow.”

Raphael let out a growl. “I ain’t nobody’s entertainment. And if that little punk thinks he can make me entertainment for him, I’m gonna shove my—”

Donatello cut him off before he could finish his threat, although Ms. Morrison had a pretty good idea of where it was going. She wasn’t born yesterday, after all.

“Raph. Let me remind you that ‘that little punk’ wrote some things on a piece of paper, threw them to the side, and items appeared. Twice. Its obvious he’s got some sort of magical ability,” Donatello said. “Best to bide our time and figure out what’s going on.” Donatello’s voice shifted, and Ms. Morrison was fairly certain he was looking around the area they were in again. “After all, someone’s got to know what’s going on here.”

Ms. Morrison gave Raphael’s arm a squeeze, and then reached out, finding Donatello’s and pulling him a little closer to her.

“Well,” she said. “If we’re going to be here, and we’re going to try to figure out what’s going on, then it’s best we start trying to be friendly to people, isn’t it? A little kindness can go a long way.”

Donatello let out a chuckle, and Raphael snorted lightly, the tension broken.

“Yeah, okay, Ms. M. Point made,” Raphael said. “But stay close to us, alright? We still don’t know what’s going on here.”

She squeezed Raphael’s arm again. “Oh, don’t you worry. I’m old and blind, not senile,” she said with a chuckle. “I don’t plan on letting either of you get out of arm’s length.”

She heard the brothers chuckle in amusement again, and the group started to move forward. Ms. Morrison still had no idea what was going on, or where they were. But she knew that she had two very good boys with her, and that she would do everything she could to help them as they tried to find their way through this competition and back home.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Hello!

Ally here, the author of this little piece and the story it comes from, Sanctuary (ff.net, AO3, tumblr), and my story is officially part of the @tmntstorycomp !

Sanctuary is a TMNT 2003 Raph and Don story based off of the season 3 episode, Touch and Go. In the episode, New York City is recovering from the Triceriton Invasion, and Raphael finds himself being chased by citizens who have armed themselves in an effort to protect themselves. He ends up in a dead end, outside of a door. An elderly lady, Ms. Morrison, opens the door and mistakes Raphael as a teenager who was supposed to come over to help her. Being blind, she can’t see that he’s a giant turtle, and brings him into her home, unintentionally shielding him from the alien hunters. Raphael, being the good boy that he is, helps her out, and makes friends with her cat, Lucy.

It turns out that Ms. Morrison is being evicted from her home, as she can’t afford to live there anymore, not since her husband passed. At the end of the episode, Raph goes back to Ms. Morrison with a case full of money that Mikey and Splinter got a hold of during their plotline of this episode, allowing Ms. Morrison to stay in her home.

In my story, Sanctuary, Donatello notices that Raph has been asking him about repairing things that neither they nor April have. Suspicious, he follows Raph one night, only to see him going into Ms. Morrison’s home. He ends up being caught by Raph, and invited in my Ms. Morrison. In the end, Don helps teach Raph how to repair a few more things around Ms. Morrison’s home, and promises to keep his knowledge about Ms. Morrison to himself, so that Raph can have his sanctuary with her.

In this competition, Raph, Don, Ms. Morrison and Lucy (the cat) have gotten pulled into Masaccio’s world with all the other competitors, and now have to make it through and around as best they can!

Let’s hope it all goes smoothly for them!

Or not. We’ll see ;)

(FYI, feel free to reblog!)

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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can we get a little more of musican eren’s background, like right before he blew up or his childhood 😞

hmmm, so I kinda touched on it a little bit in the actual story but Eren had sort of a strange and wild road to fame. So from childhood, he didn’t have it hard, per say; his family was well off so money wasn’t an issue but he was a little lonely. His big brother didn’t move in until he was almost an adult anyways and they were already ten years apart. He had his two best friends, and they would be the only ones to pry him away from his instruments and practice. They’d all go to the mall or skate park when they were kids. All of them together were trouble though and it didn’t change when they got older. Like when Mikasa was eleven, she got her black belt and they tried to start a neighborhood fight club, where they charged $5 for the older boys to challenge her and she’d whoop their asses! Their parents were not happy. But once he reached high school, they moved away for a bit and he was by himself. Zeke was already in college so they didn’t see each other much. At this time though, he was getting serious about music. Writing songs and raps during class, spending all his time in the library on his MacBook where he had FL studio downloaded so he could practice making beats. His head was always in the clouds when it came to music. He could write about anything and any emotion he felt, he poured it into his songs. Up until he dropped out, he maintained super good grades. But he had band and chorus for like two periods of the day. He was of course, the class favorite. Singing to and with all the ladies, playing every instrument set in front of him and always acing every performance. During lunch, him and all the basketball players would make beats and freestyle at the table. Needless to say, it was his whole life. Although she didn’t care for the idea, his mom supported his goals. His dad, however…hated it all. He did not want Eren chasing some unrealistic pipe dream and certainly not using his money to do it. Which he held over his head A LOT. Called him ungrateful, spoiled and stupid. “You know how many kids would kill for a life like yours and you wanna waste it making shitty music? What is wrong with you?” So when Eren was sixteen, they had a huge argument that led to him leaving. He took everything he could fit into his backpack and couch surfed for a while. Even ended up staying with his brother in his off campus apartment and it was there that he told him exactly what his plan was. “I’m sure dad didn’t mean it. Why don’t you just go back?” “Nah, I’m going to Miami. I know I can make it.” Mind you, he’s a kid so his brother isn’t hopeful but god knows Eren doesn’t listen to anyone. He just made him promise that he’d stay safe, give Carla a call from time to time so she wouldn’t worry and gave him like three hundred bucks to survive on. So he ended up taking a bus to Dade County, where he worked for a while; doing odd jobs and still chasing his dream. He’d sneak into the underground clubs where artists like Denzel Curry performed. He realized that’s where he should be.

honestly, Eren wasn’t hoping to be done mega star or super famous, he just wanted his chance to showcase his talent, stack his bread and work with some of the greats. However, it wasn’t until he turned eighteen and was working at Foot Locker, that he’d get his first big break. One night, while cleaning out the stock room, one of his coworkers recorded him singing some random R&B song and it went viral the next day. He was on Facebook, Twitter and everybody was talking about it. Saying that he had such a beautiful voice. But his true moment came when a renowned Grammy winner, singer-songwriter and new talent scout by the name of Vivian James discovered him that things took flight. Not only was Vivian one of Eren’s idols (and celebrity crushes) but she was the long time girlfriend of music exec Levi Ackerman. While in the midst of looking for new artists to sign, she told him flat out: “This boy is your next star, Levi. He’s the total package.” Vivian had a show at the fancy club he was cleaning for part time and asked did he know one of her songs and could he play. “With my eyes closed, honestly.” Because he loved her music and the rest was history. “Show me what you can do, sweetheart.” And that night, he played her backup better than her own pianist. She knew that he was going to go far so Vivian took him under her wing; showed him proper technique and more tips when it came to piano, guitar and vocal training. Ms. James was very hard on him but she had good reason. “If it’s anything I know about Mr. Ackerman, he won’t waste his time on anything mediocre so I gotta make sure you’re every bit of the hype I put behind you before I send you his way.” All the while, he continued working by day, performing her backup by night and studying under her tutelage when possible. During that time, she also helped put him through school for music engineering. Six months later, he got his first audition with AMG. Sang, rapped..the whole nine yards. Immediately, he could hear his girlfriend’s hard work all over him. “Damn, you’re good, woman.” And signed him the same day. He ended up breaking down, crying and thanking her because she was the first person to give him a chance. “Thank you for believing in me.” And from there, it all began!

#cherry’s asks 🍒#5k q&a 🍒#musician eren #musician x influencer au #musician eren jaeger #musician au #aot au #eren jaeger imagines #eren jaeger headcanons #aot x black reader #black fem reader #attack on titan eren #eren jaeger fic #eren au #black fanfic writer #eren x black fem!reader #aot x black oc

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eloisegrant · 2 years

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Unexpected (smut)

Pairings: touch starved!dom!Steven Grant x f!Reader

Summary: You’re too busy to give Steven what he wants, so he just takes it.

Warnings: minors dni, very very explicit. Lets just leave it at that.

A/N: steven. Steven. STEVEN. STEEEVEN

Unfortunately for you, Steven was having a shit day at work. He was being pushed around like no one else’s business, getting mistreated and getting insults thrown. Usually, it wouldn’t bother him, but he’s been in such a blue balled mood eversince your work has rendered you busy. Its been a week without your touch other than just a mere kiss before and after work.

It was Friday, it was supoosed to be a fun day for most. Heading out with family and friends for a couple of drinks or even just at home, lounging about. But as Steven went off the bus, finally reaching his apartment’s exterior. He couldn’t get the terrible mood out of his head. You were already home, he presumed. You got off work earlier than he does. And considering the fact that he had to do extra tasks, he was definitely later than usual.

Unlocking your shared flat door, he finds you on the couch watching the news. Sprawled out in one of you oversized tees. Possibly nothing underneath. He couldn’t help but think sexual thoughts to himself.

“Hi darling.” You stand up from the couch with that endearing smile plastered across your face. That damn neck extending to place that nonchalant kiss on his lips. Damn, if he could just grab you by the neck and devour you right now he would. But a las, good boy Steven, remained good. For now.

“Yeah hi.” He stubbornly responds, plopping his bag on the nearby table, very clearly annoyed by the tone of his voice.

“Darling why the long face?” You slightly grabbed his arms, massaging it up and down. If you were not trying to turn him on, then why in hell were you tempting him with those fucking hands?

“It-its nothing, alright?” He pushes past you, straight to the closet to grab a fresh new pair of home clothes. “Had a shit day at work and-“ he stops himself, not wanting to unload his stress on you at the moment.

You could tell something was off from your Steven. He’s usually so jittery and excited to catch you up on his day. But no, he’s quite the opposite. You tried to move towards him as he put on his joggers and long sleeved shirt. “Well Steven, I ordered us some of your favorite, its on the way-“

“Could you please!“ The sudden increase in his voice causes you to jolt back. “Love, I am really not in the touchy mood!” He pushes past you yet again towards the kitchen. Preparing himself a cup of tea.

“I already made you one. Its in there…” You stop him before he could pour another one. With a huff, he hesitantly nods and grab the tea. Hastily sitting on the couch to just drown out the rest of the night. Maybe the TV would distract his touch-starved imagination.

Carefully, you plop down next to him. Trying your hardest not to show him that you were sort of scared and hurt at the way Steven was acting. It was cold, so unlike Steven. But, with your own pride, you leaned into the couch and remained a couple inches away from Steven— who was angrily looking at the screen. Eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched.

He was also trying his hardest not to look at you. God knows the moment he turns to find those sultry lips soft bedroom eyes, plump thighs and curves, he would lose control and ravage that body till the weekend was over. Damn. The thought was making it difficult to focus. He abruptly grabs one of the couch pillows and burrows it onto his crotch. He was sure you were looking at him, now. His furrowed brows turned upwards due to his imagination’s control.

“Steven… baby, please. I don’t quite know what happened to you today, but I am willing to listen.” You tried to scootch closer as you spot your boyfriend’s uncomfortable posture. “I’ll do anything to get your spirits up.” Your lips softly smiled at him, making him slowly turn to face you. Some of his curly strands fell to the front of his face.

“Anything?” Steven’s voice almost cracks as his worrisome features examine yours.

You try to brighten the mood with a light tap on his shoulder, “Anything, darling…”

“Then why haven’t you let me fuck you for the last few fucking days?” The venom in his words was evident, you’ve never heard such dirty and desparate words to fall out of Steven’s lips. You sat there, silent.

“Cause I honestly cannot deal with this-“ He removes the pillow from his lap to expose the outline of his cock being framed by the gray joggers. “You’ve always said, tomorrow- tomorrow- tomorrow- ITS BEEN SEVERAL TOMORROWS!” His voice was angry buy also pleadful, he just wanted to get fucked but now he wants to be the one who fucks. He adjusts his sitting position to face towards you.

“Baby, I’ve just been busy…”

“And I have been blue balling for the past few days!” Again he scootches nearer to you, his hand couldn’t help but touch your exposed leg, slowly running his hands up and down. His rough palms making you shiver. “Darling do you really wanna leave me like this?! You did say you’d do anything.” His other hand pulls his joggers and boxers down in a swift motion. Making his member jolt up to meet his abdomen.

Your eyes widen, such an aching sight, needing to be released. Part of you felt bad, of course he needed to be pleasured. So in an attempt to ease his mind you reach your hand towards his cock, wrapping the base gently. Steven groans at your touch and angrily pulls your forearm back, releasing your touch.

“None of that vanilla shit, love. I’m taking you. Using you. Fucking you. Right fucking now.” His hands reach in between your legs, cupping the heat radiating from it. “Don’t lie to me, you want this as much as I do…” Steven pulls you by the waist so you straddle his lap, which you willingly do so. He could feel the heat from your cunt on his lap.

You’ve never seen Steven this animalistic. He wasn’t one to be vulgar during your love making sessions. But this unexpected side to him was such a new and exciting experience, you couldn’t help but get hot and bothered.

“Say it.” He kisses the outline of your jaw as his hands grab your breasts from under the shirt, “Say you fucking want it.” His hands twists each of your nipples harshly causing a breathy moan to escape your lips.

“I want it.” You grinded onto his lap as you allowed his hands to explore you. Sadly, he stops you by the waist. Stopping your satisfying movements.

“Who told you, you could do that? Hm??” His hands squished your sides so hard you were sure it would leave marks. Not that you cared. You were too eager. His joggers now soaked at your dripping cunt.

“Look at that, you’ve made a mess… tsk tsk.” You lifted your hips to see the wet mark that was painfully obvious with his gray joggers. He rushfully makes your eyes focus onto his, grabbing your jaw and pulling it in for a kiss. “Are you my horny little slut?” He whispers in between.

Your kiss momentarily got broken because of the pure shock from his tone and choice of words, “Steven-“ He instead grabs you with both hands and asks you again.

“I said. Are you. My. Horny. Little. Slut?”

You nod slowly at him, prompting him to push you off to stand up. You were already aching to be near him again but couldn’t wait till his next move. He spreads his legs wide to pull the rest of his joggers and boxers off, tossing it to the side to expose his bare lower half leaving him in his shirt. “Touch yourself while I touch myself.” He orders you to grab the chair nearby, “Sit down.” His hands were already tightly wrapped around his shaft, watching every move you made.

You plopped yourself down onto the chair and slowly spread your legs. Careful with your movement because your core was already too sensitive. “Like- like this?” Your eyes look up to him as your fingers dance between your legs, pushing your panties to the side while you lightly flick your clit.

He lifts his shirt up and off of him as you ask him in such a whimpery tone, he could not help himself. “Just like that.” His muscles flexed as he wrapped one hand around his length, slowly stroking it to the sight of you. “Take that top off, gorgeous.” His accent was in such a deep register that you were not used to. So you immediately oblidged.

Soon you were both topless, your breasts perfectly perched on your body as the moonlight reflected on your skin. You looked like a goddess. Steven couldn’t help but quicken his pace as your fingers were hard at work with your clit. And he was so far gone that dirty talking seemed to come so easily to him.

“Are you thinking of me, baby?” His jaw clenches so majestically as your bedroom eyes try its hardest to look at him. A muffled moan escapes your lips as you nod. “God baby, that’s it, dip a finger in there.”

His other hand takes his balls into his palm as the other vigorously moves up and down his cock. You follow as he wants, dipping one of your digits into your pussy. Moaning at the sensitivity.

“Good girl, now play with your tits with the other.” He spits into his hand, returning to his shaft. Your left hand teases your nipples and massages your boobs as you look into his eyes. The tension and fire both of you felt as you both reached highs was insane. The movement of his hands along his long shaft while your fingers eased and pleasured your pussy was euphoric.

Until Steven asks you to stop, “Darling, w-wait stop!” He nearly jolts up, his length hitting his abs slowly as he pushes himself up onto the couch for a better visual. Your finger moves out of you, you couldn’t help but whimper but you wanted to follow his orders.

“Did I do something wrong?” To your surprise he goes onto his knees, making his way in between your legs before dipping his head in, your legs on either side of his head.

His tongue licked you down and up, slowly and sensually before taking your clit in, lightly pulling on and sucking. His teeth grazes ever so slightly making your hands push him further in. “God you are delicious.” He muffles into your scent. He moves down to your pussy as his tongue dips into you. The mere movement of his tongue, paired with his tall nose, nearly makes you cum all over his face. And he could tell.

“Don’t be scared, love. Give it all to me.” His finger aids his tongue as they both magically massage your walls. His nose constantly brushing against that aching clit of yours. “Come on baby, give in!” He nearly growls into you, sending you into an abyss of pleasure. You push down to his face as your hands push him down onto your seed, feeling the sweet release coat his mouth, fingers and face.

“God, Steven- that was- oh my-“ Your words were incoherent and could barely form any proper sentence. Fortunately Steven understood you loud and clear, he pleasured you so hard you were dumbfounded just by his face.

“Tastes so sweet.” He leaves calming kisses around your shivering cunt, placing them all over your thighs. “My turn.” He adjusts his build over you, pulling you up from the chair only to ask you to bend over.

“Wha- Steven really-“ You were cut off by the immense pleasure the coursed through your body once Steven’s hand wrapped around your throat as the other held you by the waist; keeping you in place. You felt his cock tease your entrance slowly, harshly pressing his tip onto your clit gaining a groan from both of you.

“Fuck darling, you’ve got my cock twitching.” He glances down to the sight of his cock literally standing straight, hard as a damn rock. You giggle at the achievement which makes Steven tighten his hold on your neck, nearly choking you.

“You think that’s funny hm? Torturing me? Telling me you’re too busy to fuck but still find the time to tease me with your everyday banters, hm?” He forcefully squeezes your waist as he lowers his mouth to your ear, “We’ll see what’s funny when I’m done using you.” His whisper was dark and demanding, you didn’t feel scared or repulsed at all. You were internally cursing your pussy due to the fact that it clenched at his words.

Steven’s nastiness never showed until now. Sure he’d talk dirty to you but it was usually soft poetic words. But this side was so damn addicting that your cunt just kept getting wet.

He soon slowly enters you, stretching your walls ever so slightly. His mere size causing you to spread you legs apart wider, just to situate him properly. He grounds you down with his hands as your ass hits his hips, his entirety filling you up. “Youre- so-fucking-tight.” Steven begins moving, wasting no time till his pace quickens. The sound of skin on skin contact echoing the flat. Your slick wet pussy makes it easy for his thrusts and for you. It felt like you needed his cock, to wrap around it for a while.

You tried to grab onto something, anything to keep you balanced as he practically drives his cock into you. But Steven had other ideas, he takes his hands off of your neck and waist. Using his two arms to lift you up pushing you against his chest. “There we are.” His thrusts maintained speed and depth, making you quite literally, dick dumb.

“S-Ste-ee-ven” You were gasping in between the thrusts as your hands reach up, trying to push him into the crook of your neck. He takes it as a sign to suck and leave love bites along your neck. Earning a celebratory moan or two to release from your lips. “Y-yessssss” His dick’s stretching you out like crazy and you were lost in bliss.

He was enjoying it as much as you. The absolute relief of fucking you and touching you. Being able to mark your body as his, “Baby- oh god- I’m going to” the fact that he has managed to stay this long was insane. But he couldn’t handle it anymore. The way you were moaning were fueling his ears with ecstasy. Your body’s heat against his, your bouncing breasts and your plump ass. God he could stay in that moment forever. Hear his name be called out from those sweet lips for eternity. But as his cock twitches inside you, he knows that he’s close to come down from his high.

“Sh-shit” You purred into his arms.

“C-c-cum with me, princess.” He slams into you in long sensual movements. His words cooed you so hard that you clenched down onto him. Feeling your warmth spread between your thighs, dripping on the floor. “Good. fucking. Girl.” His thrusts caused him to falter, cumming in you, releasing his week-long desire for your body. Almost as if you both turned to jelly, you both struggled to stand, grabbing one another for stability.

A couple of pants and exchanged laughs later, the two of you smile at each other and turn to kiss one another. Passionate. Soft. Sensual.

“That was-“ You look around to find both your clothes on the floor. “-That was insane, baby.” You push his hair out of his face, exposing his wide smile.

“Yeah- yeah- sorry. I was just- Oh god, you are so beautiful.” He shakes his head and grabs his joggers while you grab your shirt. Wearing it swiftly as you couldn’t get the image of dominant Steven out of your mind.

As you guys plop down the couch, breathless and sexually satisfied, he huffs out gently. “So about my day…”

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Okay but damn, this got me hot and bothered.

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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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dam the angst poly!gayatrixpavitrxreader fic was so good it broke me man :( /pos

Maybe some fluff time? please? Like they do stuff for their first anniversary? Maybe the reader wants to surprise them but they find out that all of them individually had a surprise for the other two? i think that would be nice :)

Thank u and have a great day! :)))

𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙) 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨

Cw: fluff, poly!gn!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh,

Notes: a little break from the yandere stuff, I hope you like it!

>If we're following the tricycle storyline, Pavitr and Gayatri technically have their anniversary before, but none of them want to celebrate it that way, they weren't really happy since they were crushing on you and feeling guilty about it

>They still remember it and give little presents to eachother, but nothing too big, Pavitr calls it a "pre-versary" and he has one for you too, it's the day you bumped into him in the hallway, but you don't remember it and just assume is a little gift without much meaning (just a nice thing to do y'know)

>Pavitr isn't great at keeping secrets when it comes to the most important people in his life, but he's determined to keep your anniversary a surprise

>But so is Gayatri, and so are you

>Which leads to incredibly awkward exchanges

>"You said you'd be at the park, but I passed on my way to the bus stop, and I didn't see you" you asked

>"I was at the other side, near the pond. Feeding ducks" Gayatri sounded oddly serious about it

>"There's ducks now?" You excitedly questioned

>"Yes, it's very recent..."

>Gayatri had to create a community plan and run it through the city hall to have ducks at the park so you didn't suspected, at least you and Pav were happy about it. Pav got extremely attached to one of the ducks and now you have to visit them every week or he cries

>This has been going on for at least three months, And you're pretty sure you've been seduced to ignore certain things

>"Pav why were you- he cut you off, a finger to your lips and another hand gently holding your chin so you look up to his deep set eyes, he kisses you softly, leaving you dumbfounded and uninterested in whatever you were about to ask

>Since it's your first anniversary, you are still in highschool, making things even more complicated

>You stayed after school and stole their locker keys (for a good reason), and spent the whole afternoon stuffing flowers in their lockers so that they'd be showered in petals when they open them

>You were practically unable to sleep that night, you planned the whole day to surprise them, the fanciest dinner a high school student could afford, heartfelt long letters, and trinkets here and there that you knew they'd like, you were also really excited to see what they got for you

>But you woke up to anything but a happy anniversary

>First thing in the morning and you heard ruckus coming from a few blocks

>You looked through your window and see a weird looking villain of the week

>"Ah, spiderman will handle it, it doesn't matter" you said calmly until you remembered "wait- Spiderman's my boyfriend"

>You get dressed in a rush, grab a fruit and start running/biking to the center of whatever's going on, you know Pavitr wouldn't want you there, but you can't help it

>You're horrified when you see Gayatri tied up to some sort of machine, she wiggles around to try and free herself

>You get to the building without catching Pavitr's attention and start running the lots of stairs it takes to reach the rooftop

>As you're finally get to it, climbing the firescape ladder (I hope you know what I'm referring to)

>"Jaanu! You're not-" he uses his webs to stick the villain to the wall "You're not supposed to be here"

>"What do you mean? I already kidnapped your girlfriend, who's this?!" The villain said, he had a green enlarged head looking like a skull

>"For such a big head you're pretty close minded you know?" Pavitr said, he triumphantly swinged to the rooftop as he left the webbed up villain to the police

>You ended up recurring to your teeth to break the rope with odd materials holding your girlfriend captive

>"sweetie! Thank you, thank you, but you shouldn't have come in here!" Gayatri said between kisses and hugs

>Pavitr joined the hug and apologized for everything, of course you told him it wasn't his fault

>"Happy anniversary, I guess" you smiled

>Gayatri started looking in her pockets and found the three lockets she got for you "I'm so lucky they didn't fell off" the gold heart shaped lockets had a photo of you three you took on a photo booth almost a year ago

>Maybe it wasn't like you planned, like any of you planned, but it was a good day, any day you spend with them is beautiful in its own ways, and you hope you can keep having days like these (maybe with a little less kidnapping) for the rest of your life

#atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #gayatri singh #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr x reader #gayatri x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Finds You Asleep Cuddling His Skzoo Plushie ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

His head shook as he walked into the dorm, hearing the sniggers of the boys around him as Chan noticed you cuddled up to the Wolf Chan plush that you’d taken from his room.

“Looks like you’ve been replaced,” Hyunjin teased as the boys walked further in to where you were laid out on the sofa, fast asleep and clueless.

Chan shot a glare across at the boys as several of them laughed. “I’m just glad that she’s cuddling one of my plushies and not yours.”

“I think she’d rather cuddle that plushie than you,” Jisung smirked, poking against Chan’s arm to try and get some sort of reaction from him.

Chan’s eyes rolled as the boys all tried to wind him up, “if one of you guys laughing wakes her up, I’ll make sure that you regret it.”

“She’s too cosy to wake up.”

“All thanks to the plush.”

Another glare was shot, this time in Seungmin’s direction. “Why are you guys enjoying this so much? It’s just a plushie that’s asleep with.”

“But it’s your plushie, that is probably better than you.”

Lee Know:

A slight jump came from Minho as he pulled the curtain back of his bump to see you awake, unable to rest due to the noise both on the bus and the noise from the fans outside.

“Still awake,” Minho hummed, feeling apologetic as your head nodded with sleep having threatened for some time.

You reached behind you to grab the rabbit plush that you had found, “I even thought cuddling up to Leebit would help Min.”

“Where did you even manage to find that?” Minho laughed, having not seen a single one of his plushies around on the tour bus.”

A soft smile appeared on your face, “I bought it at the merch stall at the show, I needed something to help me sleep.”

“You paid for it?”

“Of course, I did?”

A shake of the head came from Minho, “you know all you had to do was say and I would have got you one for free Y/N.”

“I thought I’d buy it instead, like a proper fan does.”

Changbin:

Your eyes opened as soon as the front door slammed, jumping on the sofa where you were laid out as Changbin walked in, not realising that you were asleep in the other room.

“Sorry,” he whispered as soon as he noticed the fright in your eyes, your tired expression telling him everything.

You slowly sat yourself up as Changbin walked into the room, “I’ve not been woken up quite like that for a long time you know.”

“It’s still pretty early,” Changbin pointed out, “how come you’re asleep so soon?” He then asked, knowing that he was home on time too.

You reached back and grabbed the plushie that you had, “I found Dwaekki and once I cuddled up to him, my eyes closed.”

“He helped you sleep?”

“He’s really soft Bin.”

He nodded in agreement with you, “I can’t believe that you fell asleep better with a plushie than you do when you’re with me.”

“Clearly you just don’t compare to a plushie after all.”

Hyunjin:

A hand brushing over the top of your head made you stir, humming as you heard your name be whispered by Hyunjin, carefully waking you up from your nap on the sofa.

“Sorry it took me so late to come home,” he whispered as your eyes opened, a shy smile on your face as you finally saw him.

Your head shook as you showed him what it was that you had in your hands, “I found a good replacement for a while.”

“You took Jiniret from my office?” Hyunjin laughed, a slight shake of his head in disbelief following too. “Were you really that sleepy then?”

You hummed in reply, “I wanted something soft to cuddle up to and when I saw your plushie, I knew that it was perfect.”

“What about me though?”

“It’s not as good.”

Hyunjin’s smile quickly turned up, “that was exactly the answer that I was looking for, it better not be as good as cuddling as I am.”

“I don’t think that anything is as good as you are.”

Han:

You could hear familiar sniggers almost as soon as you heard the front door open, knowing that your sleep was definitely ruined as at last Jisung came home from work.

“You’re cuddling Han quokka,” he called out, knowing he didn’t need to be quiet as soon as he saw that your eyes were open.”

Your head nodded as you squeezed the plushie that you held even tighter, “he’s definitely a better cuddler than you are too Ji.”

“Hey,” Jisung frowned, taken aback by your sudden swipe as he placed his hand over his heart. “Why are you being so mean when I’ve just got home?”

Your shoulders shrugged in reply to him, “I guess I’m just being mean to you before you get the chance to be mean to me first.”

“When am I ever mean?”

“There’s many times.”

Jisung’s head shook back across at you, “I’ll let you off from that seeing as you just woke up, and you’ve got my plushie too.”

“It’s definitely more because of the plushie though.”

Felix:

The flash of a light made your body squirm, bringing your free hand up to cover your eyes, hearing a mutter of an apology come from the figure stood beside you on the sofa.

“I didn’t think my camera had the flash on,” Felix explained as your irritated eyes looked across to him in confusion.

Your eyes rolled as you began to adjust to the light of the room, “why are you even standing there taking photos of me anyway Felix?”

“You just looked cute cuddling up to my plushie, so I wanted to take a photo to be able to remember it by,” he shyly admitted, catching your smile.

You took the plushie that was in your hold and held it tighter to your chest, “I had to find a resource seeing as you weren’t here.”

“I’m guessing he did the trick.”

“I was fast asleep.”

Felix nodded with a gentle chuckle, “until I accidentally disturbed you with the flash of my camera, don’t worry, I know. I’m sorry.”

“You better be sorry; I was in a good dream too.”

Seungmin:

The feeling of your arms being lifted had you feeling discomfort as you turned around on the sofa, opening your eyes to see what was going on as a hand grabbed your plushie.

“Don’t mind me,” Seungmin gently laughed as he noticed your eyes opening, trying his best to get you to go back to sleep again.

With him disturbing you though, you found yourself lying awake. “How do you expect me not to mind you when you’re taking PuppyM?”

“I’m only taking him because surely you’d rather lay cuddled up tome rather than cuddled up to him?” Seungmin tried his best to explain to you.

Your head shook in reply to him though, “I’m comfy with my plushie thank you very much, I’d say if I wanted to swap him.”

“You’re really choosing him?”

“We’re cosy where we are.”

A look of disbelief appeared on Seungmin’s face, “where am I supposed to lay then if you’ve decided to lay with PuppyM instead?”

“That other chair over there looks pretty comfy.”

I.N:

A chuckle came from Jeongin as he watched you cuddling his plushie, his giggle loud enough to make you stir on the sofa, slowly opening your eyes to see that he was home.

“Enjoying yourself?” Jeongin teased as he noticed the hold that you had on the desert fox that you had stolen from him a couple of weeks ago.

A nod of the head followed from you as you stretched your arms up into the air. “It’s unfair that you create plushies that are so cosy.”

“I’m beginning to think that you enjoy that plushie more than you enjoy laying with me,” Jeongin challenged, raising his brows across at you.

It took a moment for you to reply which left Jeongin slightly nervous. “I don’t like it more, but this plushie does come pretty close to you.”

“As long as I’m just top.”

“It’s just top though.”

Jeongin nodded back at you, “I’ll take it,” he joked, “but now that I’m home, maybe me and that plushie could swap places for now?”

“Seeing as you’re so cuddly, I think I’d let you swap.”

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ruedavis · 1 year

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𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒.

pairing: jacob custos x fem!reader

warnings: strong language

song inspiration: only by RY X

word count: 836

jacob walks off angrily after cussing out nick for kissing emma. she looks pretty smug with herself, what an ass.

“that was such a dick thing to do! you know how he feels about you,” she opens her mouth to retaliate. the others sitting - watching you both in awkward silence.

“and i swear to god if hear ‘summer fling’ come out of your mouth again next time it will be your teeth,” with that said you make your way to search for jacob.

you would say that you can’t imagine how he feels but in a way you can. you have been feeling that way since you started out as a councillor this summer, ever since you got here you fell hard for someone who barely even acknowledges your existence.

not because he was rude - no! it was quite the opposite actually.

you’d seen him follow her around like he was damn lost puppy whenever your eyes were to drift over to him.

you have mixed emotions though. as much as you see him with her, you’d also catch him looking at you occasionally. it’s always down to coincidence though.

as you were singing camp songs with the kids and you would see him in the near distance watching over you, smiling. you’d bring your attention back to the children, an embarrassed blush spreading across your cheeks.

your two groups would accidentally bump into each other’s sometimes as you took them out to teach them about the wilderness, the small people would giggle and whisper amongst themselves as they’d watch you try and very badly fail to not make a fool of yourself in front of him.

before they left, a girl with pigtails and a cheeky smile gave you a note, they all got on the bus and left, after they did you opened up the piece of paper - it was a list, they made it based on all of the councillors who they’d put together and they put yours and jacob’s initials together.

you laughed it off thinking nothing of it, folding it up then putting it into your jacket pocket.

cut back to now. you had finally found jacob sat at the end of the wooden bridge just above the lake water. you quietly walk over and sat down beside him. looking over in his direction to see tears running down his cheeks.

“i know you probably don’t wanna talk about it, but i just want to say what emma did back there was out of order,” your eyes skimmed over the water - you could feel his eyes on you, still you stayed as you were.

glancing over to him with a soft smile, “you deserve better than that.” he smiles back then wipes away his tears and sniffles.

“it’s so dumb, i agreed that it was just a fling, i agreed on this, but why does this have to hurt so much?” your eyes scanned over him - that felt a little too close to home.

“we accept the love we think we deserve, and you definitely deserve everything but this!” he laughs whilst playfully nudges you with his shoulder.

“oh also, if it’s any constellation look at what one of the kids gave me before they left,” you reached into your pocket and pulled out the list.

you waited for his reaction, it wasn’t what you expected, you were expecting some sort of ‘ha-ha yeah right!’ or like he’d fall over laughing from how ridiculous it sounds.

except that never came. the comfortable silence laid thick between the two of you.

“i think they’re kinda right, ya know?” you nearly got whiplash from how fast you turned towards him, your words came out stuttered, your mouth went dry too. it couldn’t be right?

“w-what do y-you mean?”

“you and me? i think we’d be smoking hot.” jacob’s words echoed in your head. that’s when you finally realise, he was looking at your lips and started to lean into you.

your eyes widen, pressing your index finger to his lips “slow your role, loverboy.” his expression turned back to hurt as he looked away from you obviously embarrassed and started apologising profusely.

realising your accidental fuck up, “nonono! i completely agree, dude i’ve literally been crushing on you the whole of summer! i’m just not gonna be a rebound, okay?” he nods in agreement.

to break the awkward silence, you abruptly stood up and stole the brunette’s fitted cap and put it in on yourself instead, then started to fake model with it, he soon realises what you’re doing and pretends to snap pictures of you.

“miss, miss! over here! can you tell me what you’re wearing?”

you both continue to joke around before you get up and start making your back to the others. there’s nothing but banter between the pair of you and the air has definitely been cleared for now.

“it’s kinda disappointing that you look so good in my hat what the fuck bro.”

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hey-there-itskayla · 7 months

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A Fairy and A Human (Creek)

I don't know what to put on the title bu meh, so anyways, @cyncerity here's the fic based on that small idea that I've shared with you 👀

Anyways Enjoy :]

Word count: 1.2k

Craig left the highschool with a tired face, accompanied by Tweek, his boyfriend. He smiled slightly as he listened to him speak and although he wouldn't admit it, he loved listening to him tell his problems or worries.

They walked together until they reached the blonde's house, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye while saying that they would see each other the next day at class.

Craig continued walking until he got inside a forest, approaching a specific tree. There was a small door embedded in the trunk, while on the sides there were two windows through which a fairly dim light came out.

Craig closed his eyes and a few seconds later, large blue butterfly wings appeared on his back, while on his head, a pair of antennae.

His size had also changed, going from 5' 7 to 4 inches tall, making it possible for him to use the door embedded in the tree. He approached the door, opened it and commandeered the two adults and the girl who were inside.

"How were classes today?" The woman asked him. "As always mom... I'm going to the room for a while..."

Craig and his family are butterfly fairies, although his father used to be a human who could shrink to the size of a fairy, but he stopped being that when he kissed his mother and became a fairy like her, nullifying his powers of being able to change size.

Craig was born a fairy, but inherited his father's past powers, making it possible for him to change from fairy to human. However, his little sister, Tricia, did not inherit any powers so she was just an ordinary fairy.

After a while distractedly looking out the window of his room, he left his backpack on the floor and left the room. "I'm going to fly for a while, I'll be back in a few hours." He said as he left, closing the door and not letting his parents answer him.

He flew out of the forest, entering South Park again heading towards Tweek's house. Craig liked to look at Tweek from time to time while he was in his fairy form.

He approached his bedroom window, frowning when he didn't see the blonde in the room. He pushed a little, knowing that the window was open and fluttered into the room.

He perched on the nightstand, looking around the room, seeing it a little messy. He probably should help him sort it out later or the next day... he let out a sigh as he moved his wings with the intention of taking flight, but for some reason he couldn't do it.

He stopped moving them, suddenly falling on his hands and knees, unable to get up. His gaze went downwards to see what was pinning him down, his eyes widening as his face paled.

A glue trap. He had gotten stuck in a glue trap. Craig tried to keep his calm as he tried to think of why Tweek had a glue trap on his nightstand although he didn't have to think much as he heard Tweek's mother from afar.

"Tweek honey, be careful not to touch the glue trap I left on your table." "O-Okay, I-I'll be careful..." 'Had it been Ms. Tweak who set the trap? Well, that made some sense I guess...' he thought for a few seconds before realizing the situation.

Tweek was heading towards the room! Craig flapped his wings in panic, desperately trying to get out of the glue even though it was practically impossible on his own.

One of the reasons he was panicking was because he hadn't told Tweek anything about him being a fairy since it was a family secret and because… right now Tweek was fucking huge compared to him. He thought at the same time that Tweek stood in front of the table, he and Craig staring at each other.

Suddenly Tweek put a cup on him as he let out a scream. "T-The underpants gnomes are b-back!" Craig let out a sigh as he calmed down a bit, or at least tried to, still listening to Tweek yell about gnomes in a panic.

A few minutes passed until the room fell silent, Tweek finally calming down. Craig half closed his eyes as the light hit his face as Tweek finally lifted the cup from him.

The blonde watched him for a few seconds, opening his eyes wide seconds later. "CRAIG?!" He shouted in surprise. Craig slammed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them.

He wished his hands were free of the glue so he could cover his ears. "Hey honey…" Tweek seemed to realize how loud he was to Craig and that he had hurt him by accident, so he tried to speak lower.

"I-I'm sorry, I must be pretty loud to you... B-But how are you a fairy?! What happened to you?! S-Surely it was the North Koreans!" He said panicking again.

"Tweek honey, calm down, this is not the work of the North Koreans or other people, this is my true form!" He said, trying to calm his big boyfriend down. And apparently it worked, as Tweek stopped talking in a panic and looked at him confused.

"H-Huh…? W-What do you mean…?" Craig let out a sigh as he explained. "I was born a fairy, my parents and sister are fairies... although apparently I'm the only one of them who can transform into a human... so, you've been in love and dating me in human form..."

Craig's wings trembled for a second as he let out another sigh and looked away. "I'll understand if you're disappointed and don't want us to be together anymore..." the room was silent for a few seconds, the fairy still avoiding eye contact with Tweek.

"Craig... I-I don't care if you're a fairy or not... I-I'm not going to leave you because of that, I-I like you anyway. J-Just because you're smaller and have wings, i-it doesn't change the fact that you're still Craig. I-I'm going to continue loving you anyway." Tweek said softly as he crouched down to get a better look at his boyfriend, who looked up and looked at him in surprise.

"L-Let's get you out of there, okay?" He continued talking as he stood up and left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a damp cloth.

He crouched down in front of Craig and began carefully rubbing the glue off his arms and legs. "I-I have informed myself and water is very effective with this type of traps, y-you will be free in a few minutes." He said while still concentrating on freeing him from the glue.

Just as he said, in a few minutes, he was finally free of the trap, which Tweek threw away. Meanwhile, Craig stretched briefly and looked back at his giant boyfriend.

"...You… really don't care?" "O-Of course not Craig, I love you so much!" He responded happily, picking him up and hugging against his chest, careful not to hurt him.

"You're adorable Craig!" The fairy blushed at those words, replying. "I-I'm not adorable Tweek!" The human simply laughed, his cheeks a little red from laughter.

Craig looked at Tweek, who was still laughing, a soft smile forming on his face as he blushed slightly.

This wouldn't be so bad after all.

Craig's wings are based on this butterfly species btw :]

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Detective Rayla Theory

Otherwise known as: Why I think Rayla is Real in the Reunion Scene and Where I Think the Plot is Going, Subsequently. Discussion both for and against the Fake Rayla Theory here. Without further do, let’s get into it:

So I was having a good think on the bus today, turning it over and over in my head as to why Rayla would come back when she clearly hadn’t completed her mission - and trying to think up alternatives to 1) self worth development with Ethari in a flashback since that’d moot some of her natural S4 arc or 2) Aaravos somehow whipping up an illusion Viren for her to murder, as both seemed a bit more complicated than necessary.

Which is to say: I think I’ve got it, and I think it explains more of the season this way, too. Basically:

I think Rayla has come back to Katolis because the Dragon Queen, Zubeia, is there, and Rayla has information (based upon Claudia’s evil doings the past two years) that can’t wait to be shared, and she believes that the boys won’t get involved (because in her mind, why would they?)

Rayla has always been loyal to the Draconic royal family and would have been keeping an eye out for any dark magic-y stuff in Xadia because. I forget where it was said (an interview or AMA I believe) but Terry is more in tune with the minerals/earth side of Earthblood magic than flora or fauna, with possibly the ability to help make tunnels. We know he and Claudia have been running around Xadia collecting ingredients and doing dubious things to revive Viren. This means Rayla could’ve been somewhat tracking them, but ultimately foiled for obvious reasons, even if she could still find something clearly disturbing and worrying happening in the meantime. A trail of sorts.

There’s also the fact that with Zubeia is the only character we know of who’s 1) around prominently and 2) knows a shit ton about Aaravos. Avizandum is the one who imprisoned Aaravos in the first place (—3x06) and Zubeia would’ve seen the mirror in her lair every day for 300 years. Callum has no reason to think it was in the Dragon King and Queen’s chambers, but there’s a wealth of information at his finger tips if they can just make the connection.

But I’m getting ahead of myself: how and why does this relate to Rayla?

Well, mostly because of these three things: Rayla shows up in Katolis conveniently when the Dragon Queen and Zym are already there. While she wouldn’t want to drag the boys into everything, that’s also her queen and she wouldn’t keep information from Zubeia. And we know that the kids all end up in Xadia together, with Zubeia, later on in the season, and that the kids at are the Storm Spire before this too (since Callum already has Ibis’ staff).

— so whatever is going on is big enough and involves Zubeia enough, somehow, to have her travel with the kids and at least partially come on their adventure with them. And I don’t think Zubeia can know ahead of time that as much trouble is brewing in Xadia as it is, since I don’t think she’d be popping over to Katolis if she knew shit was about go down back home (she’d already been absent for one traumatic event at the Spire of her husband’s death, she’s not going to take any chances of something like that happening again)

We also get these lines from Zubeia (which given she only has one line in the whole show, no wonder I couldn’t place at first) and from Rayla, which have to factor into the season somehow:

which is all to say, I think Rayla, off sleuthing and doing detective work back in Xadia the past two years, has found something worrisome enough she has to tell the Dragon Queen right away, and has heard through the grapevine that Zubeia is in Katolis. Cue Rayla letting herself be indulgent (justify it to herself) to see the boys (and Callum) even though her mission isn’t over. To make sure he’s okay. Now that she’s reached what may be the final leg of her journey, she won’t be deterred by his presence — and she knows that the boys have been happy, busy, and safe in Katolis. Why would they get involved and leave now?

Only, the boys insist (or perhaps Zubeia asks), leaving Rayla to be upset and worried. This means she can go into full “protector” mode when they and Soren do accompany her and Zubeia back to Xadia / the Storm Spire, not realizing she’s just exacerbating her and Callum’s issues (i,e. “I don’t need to be protected” on his end and “Who’s protecting you?”). It also gives the group a reason to leave, a plot reason for her to come back so soon (just like Viren, her return is the plot catalyst) and to start hashing out the emotional consequences of her previous choices neither she nor Callum have fully dealt with.

Zubeia’s knowledge of Aaravos also gives Callum an opportunity to have room to mess with the mirror on his own before he fully knows what he’s dealing with. He (and the audience) can learn some of the reasons why and know enough that it would be a terrible awful thing for Aaravos to get out of his prison... because he’s getting out this season, and Callum likely has the Key.

However if Rayla comes back to kick off the Plot with Big Important Things and she’s right about Viren being alive (even if it’s not the way she thought), that means all her TTM decisions have been validated... and we can’t have that. Her first fuckup, perhaps, may be thinking she can see the boys without dragging them into her business, bringing back those good ol’ “I failed” feelings. The second fuck up will probably have to be far greater and given that we know aged up, scarfed Callum finds her blade later on this season, it is probably that she has been captured and then will be used against / to bait her loved ones.

This means that the Plot reason behind Rayla’s absence is because her paranoia about Viren and Claudia is the only character incentive we had for anyone to catch on, of the main cast, to what they were / are doing. The main S4 synopsis makes it sound like they know that Claudia is trying to free Aaravos (or at least something terrible and scary) and that they have to try to stop it. We know that whatever gets the kids out of Katolis with the political unrest Ezran is facing is big enough that Zubeia comes along for the partial ride. Rayla coming back out of a sense of duty also answers 1) why come back here and now specifically when she couldn’t have completed her mission and 2) leaves her emotional issues open and ripe for the picking.

It also means that the Narrative Weight awarded to her absence, at least in the most straightforward way with the information we have now, is to accentuate Callum’s love for her, as he has the other half of their post-TTM arc. Prior to this point, one of his main motivations was that he couldn’t / refused to lose her, such as when he did dark magic in 2x07, much of S3, the main climax of Arc 1 with him jumping off the Pinnacle, and all of TTM.

But post-TTM, he has lost her, and he’s had to live with that every day for two whole years. He hasn’t moved on, it’s still a deep core wound for him, Aaravos will likely be able to witness their reunion through the mirror, and Callum has his Key - and Aaravos will likely have Rayla.

Those who fail Tests of Love are simple animals.

And we also have this line from Rayla’s letter to Callum as well:

They said that, sometimes, we make sacrifices so that the ones we love don’t have to. It’s part of protecting them—part of protecting you. Taking on hard choices and going to dark places is an act of love.

Rayla made that decision back in TTM and then made an active choice to come back to Callum in a way, while he remained more passive. By the end of the season it’ll be his turn to go after her and make a choice — and pass the Test of Love Aaravos has set for him for her life, because re S4, he’s lost her once. He’s not going to go through that again, and that’s the Point of her absence from a Thematic standpoint, too.

Basically me trying to connect the Plot, Theme, and Characterization Dots together desperately with the endgame of Aaravos getting out of the mirror this season (because we already know) and I hope you enjoyed my latest two cents / probably the path I’m leaning the most towards with the info we have right now.

#detective rayla theory #tdp #tdp spoilers #rayllum #cube hostage exchange theory #the dragon queen #s4 #s4 spoilers #predictions #like depending on how the reunion goes we'll know right away if she's legit or not #but for now i'm leaning towards 'yes and'#arc 2 #trailer #the dragon prince #zubeia #aaravos #writing this wore me out tbh #analysis series

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