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anantaru · 10 days

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⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ ACE OF SPADES

part two. | rich boy aven masterlist.

synopsis. ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ your first date with rich boy aventurine is more fun than you initially expected, who knows where things will go from there // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡

cw. fluff, slightly suggestive, rich boy au, reader wears a dress, flirty aventurine, a/n. this will have a part two if you can't tell, fem! reader ♡

you turn your face to the left and let your visual perception take in the luxurious casino you've been invited in— undeniably, your first reaction was dedicated to the chimes of whistles of various slot machines announcing wins and losses, in combined action with racketing noises of their shafts being pulled.

your jaw parts and your eyes grow, it felt surreal to stand here with an expensive dress hugging your body tight, a small gift from your date, nothing more, nothing less. rich boy aventurine slowly slides his palm over the back of your hand to lure your thoughts back to himself as he intertwines his fingers with your own.

you stiffen, it didn't take a genius to notice that you were slightly nervous about your first date with the infamous gambler. if only he would've picked a better place to get to know each other— alas, in a way it was exactly what you've expected.

well yes, aventurine choose the probably, most unromantic spot for a first date— but, you got a dress as a gift, together with an embellished necklace and a free entry to a luxurious, private casino.

so, did you really mind? hmm, not really. in fact, it was quite unique and exciting to be here, you also felt safe by his side, and especially intrigued to get to know more about his, quote on quote, playground.

men, or how people called them here; high rollers in pretentious suits, glide like sharks over the soft tumble of the dice. it's all very crowded and distracting, needless to say it was interesting to witness, but you notice how your heart was thumping faster, that's when you began to feel yourself getting difficulties to breathe evenly.

snugly pressed against aventurine, you walk past the shrill murmur of crowds and bells of roulette wheels as the gambler spins you towards his chest, his hand carrying on to hold yours gently, "are you okay? you look a little nervous," he says nonchalantly, although his handsome voice told you a different story, an affectionate perception, "our table is right there, we can take a seat and talk if you want. "

your gaze slowly shifts to where aventurine was pointing his head towards as you look at a large table right next to the exclusive sight of exquisite gold and silver fountains and statuaries. this must've cost a fortune, you were certain that this area alone was the most breathtaking one.

you awkwardly glare up at him, your breathing picking up on tempo, "of course, but..." your last note was drawn out as aventurine cocks a curious brow at you, "would it be okay to excuse myself for a bit?"

you continue shortly, fists balled, "it's a little stuffy here, you see, i'd love to take some fresh air without bothering you about it,"

in all honesty, the air was, well, utterly despicable. the lofty mixture of overpriced cologne and sweat penetrated your nostrils to the point where it began to ache and scratch your brain.

despite the fact that everything was overwhelming in its entirety.

being embarrassed by your human reactions might be an imprecise wording and false emotion to feel, you shouldn't feel bad about this. although you felt awkward and uneasy to ask aventurine if you could take a swift breather outside.

what if he found you to be boring now? or even worse, ungrateful when it was him who made it possible for you to see something like this in the first place.

a high class casino that could never be visited by the ordinary.

he looks at you through his glasses and you could swear his eyes had a mellow glow, a tender glimmer of serenity as his lips carve into a handsome smile, "oh of course, lets go right away so you won't get nauseous," he utters out, his stomach sitting heavy with lead and eagerness to look out for you.

you freeze for a second, "uh, wait, i really don't want to ruin this night for you," and sigh, letting your gaze wander around everywhere but his direction before tapping out a nervous rhythm against the soft marble on the floor.

all aventurine does was laugh airily, "you're adorable,"

"you're not ruining anything, in fact, you really couldn't, even if you tried,"

ugh, everything about you is just so pretty, you're sweet and angelic and he's glad he's bought this dress for you, it fits you like a second skin— aventurine takes note of your beauty, he stores it into the most important places in his brain so he could dream about you later.

memorize how this dress looks on you. closer and closer.

"but here, take my jacket, okay? it's rather cold," he flips his jacket down his shoulders before draping it over your own before suddenly closing the distance from his lips to your ear— silent, there's a voice next to your skin, it's deep, handsome and smoking hot. barely above an octave as it holds a teasing verge to it, "i wouldn't want you to catch a cold, yeah?"

you hum in agreement as you rest your hands above his clothed chest, butterflies storm through your belly and settle heavily inside as aventurine wraps one arm around your waist, his breath wafting around your lovely lips.

you felt the need to kiss him, and so did he, feel the same towards you. for a moment, you two linger feeling each others warmth a little longer, relishing in your precious attempts to getting to know each other better. it's slightly awkward, you could tell that aventurine noticed how your eyes were fighting the urge to keep admiring him.

yet, he's not complaining— he could never, not when you're so cute, and your touch on him was consistently warm, your trace firm but confident, content and safe.

he hopes you will enjoy yourself tonight, and maybe, only maybe, you will invite him over to your place later.

#hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #aventurine x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x you #aventurine x you #hsr drabbles #honkai star rail drabbles

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jetaimeabby · 11 days

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girlfriend!abby headcanons | support palestine pure fluff (my baby fr) ᰔ

pics not mine, found on pinterest!!

gf!abby is 100% the type to open car doors, hold heels, pick up anything you’ve dropped. chivalry is alive and well in abby anderson.

she will insist she hates doing face masks and stuff with you, but will be all ‘???’ when you decide you’re not in the mood for it.

i am so convinced that this girl cannot cook for shit. like she’ll be all “pshh it’s fine let me cook tonight” and you’ll arrive and at least 3 things will be burning.

abby is the type to use her height to her advantage, holding random shit you need over her head and looking down at you with that shit eating grin.

if you were to make her a playlist that would be the only thing she’d listen to for weeks analyzing each song, making sure she knows alllll the words

idc how big and tough she is she 100% loves to be held, sneaking to put her head on your chest while you scroll aimlessly on your phone, or laying there whenever you’re telling a story, letting out soft hums of acknowledgment to prove she’s listening and not drifting off to sleep.

okay that’s it. will probably make a p2 or a nsfw version. i love her so much guys u don’t get it.

#abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #tlou x reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson headcanons #abby tlou #fluff #ellie williams smut #Spotify

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pretty-toru · 7 months

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boyfriend quiz ᰔ gojo satoru

contents: tooth-rotting fluff. fem!reader. established relationship. mentions of sweets. making gojo think every question he answers is wrong on a quiz you made up.

“Baby, let’s take a little couple’s quiz together, hm?”

Satoru had just stepped into your shared bedroom after a hot shower. The ends of his hair still damp from towel drying and his cheeks just a tickled pink from the steam as he takes long strides toward you, crawling into bed and stealing some of your warmth from under the covers.

“Hmm, why do I have a bad feeling about this~?” There’s a boyish smile on his face as he holds you close and nuzzles your neck softly, feeling like his head’s up in the clouds the moment he’s wrapped up in your scent. “But alright, I’m game! Let’s go, I’m ready. What’s the first question?”

The white tufts of your boyfriend’s hair delicately grazes your nose and you press a tender kiss to the top of his head. “So, imagine you’re at our favorite bakery, what do you buy?” You start with an innocent question, leading him to believe that there's no right or wrong answers but he suspects there's a trick up your sleeve.

“That’s a fun one! I’m at our favorite bakery, right~?” He ponders carefully for a moment. “Well, of course, I would want those delicious pastries, those yummy cakes, and those fresh breads! And while I’m there, I should grab a few of your favorites too!”

You almost forget just how incredibly thoughtful and caring Satoru can be. How you’re always on his mind and he spends a lot of time thinking about you no matter his whereabouts. You know this because it usually manifests in forms of gifts and trinkets—some sweet, some odd, some over the top, but they’re all very near and dear to your heart.

“Wrong.” You shake your head gently, forcing an exasperated sigh that tells him you’re disappointed and upset he managed to get the question wrong. But really, you’re just messing with him, making him think his answers are somehow incorrect in this one-sided game of yours. “You weren’t supposed to be there without me in the first place.”

“What do you mean, Angel~? Why can’t I be at the bakery without you? Even if I’m getting you something, too?” There’s a glimmer of confusion behind his cerulean hues, yet his earnest smile still remains and he’s a bit at loss for words but continues to indulge you.

“Next question—” Satoru quickly plops an affectionate kiss on your cheek before you continue, hoping to remedy your crestfallen face. “You have now left the bakery, what’s the next thing you do?”

“Easy. The next thing I do after leaving the bakery is be with my favorite girl, and share all the delicious things I got. I want to be with you, no one else.”

There he goes being so sweet again! He’s making this extremely hard for you not to openly swoon over him and smother his face with so many kisses, and he can see the way you’re biting the inside of your cheek trying to suppress your smile that he’s getting to you. But you shake your head again, “Wrong! You’re supposed to pick up the strawberries from the market like I had asked you to.”

“Oh my goodness, you’re right! I forgot all about the strawberry you wanted~” Satoru gasps loudly and runs a stressful hand through his hair. He then laughs and playfully rolls his eyes that he somehow answered wrong for the second time now. “Fine, I’ll go pick up the strawberries.”

You couldn’t help the quick kiss that lands on his cheek for being so utterly cute and adorable as you giggled along with him. “Okay, next question—a girl approaches you and she looks like she wants to hug you. What do you do?”

“Hm, who is she and why does she look like she wants to hug me?” He tilts his head to the side as he considers the situation. You feel like maybe, just maybe, he’s merely seconds away from getting a curveball thrown at him. Even though you know kind of partner he is, you’re quite curious as to what he’ll come up with.

“Well, what do you do~?” You gently urge him for an answer.

“It really depends, Angel. Are you the girl then?” His lips curl into a smirk, and he looks at you almost too knowingly like he could read your mind. But you know that even his Six Eyes can't do that.

You hate that he was able to figure it out so easily. He watches as your face lights up into your perfect and gorgeous smile, with your head falling onto his chest and face burrowing in defeat. All of his answers were simply too sweet and considerate with you in mind and you can feel your heart swell with so much love and adoration for him.

Your muffled words come up to reach his ears, “How’d you know to answer that I was there with you? You’re too smart for this. But yes, the girl is supposed to be me.”

“So you approached me, and you wanted to hug me, right~?” He strokes your hair softly and offers an amused chuckle. You slowly lift yourself off him to meet his soft gaze, nodding. “If you want a hug, you always get a hug, sweetheart.”

Satoru doesn’t need to be told twice to have his strong arms coil around your figure, locking you sweetly in his hold that makes you feel completely safe and secure in his warm embrace. Then, a lingering kiss to your forehead just before he releases you but you can feel the faintest waver in his loosening grip that he never wants to let you go.

“Okay, one last question?” Your weight dips on the mattress beside him, tucking yourself in the nook of his arm and resting your head on his chest. He hums contently when your body always seems to fit so perfectly with his as he brings you closer to him like he can’t get close enough. ”What are we doing next?”

“Well, we could go home, eat the baked goods and the strawberries. After that, maybe snuggle while watching a movie and take a long nap together. How’s that sound to you, baby?”

You briefly mull over his words, and you can’t remember the last time he truly took some time off and enjoyed himself without restraints. So you’re determined to plan a fun and romantic getaway because even your loving and goofy boyfriend deserves a much-needed break to experience the small joys and pleasures with you every now and again.

“That sounds like our perfect next date.”

#sobsobsobs #pretending I didn’t see anything the leaks weren't real mentally I am here with my most beloved safe in my arms and happy #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo fluff #gojo imagines #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk imagines #jjk x reader

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celestie0 · 1 month

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Some headcanons about Kickoff college!Gojo, please!

hellooo my love i’m so sorry this took me a while i wanted to post ch9 first!

kickoff!gojo headcanons pt.1 unserious & fluffy edition lol

ᰔ these headcanons are based off of my fanfic “kickoff” which is about popular frat boy soccer college athlete gojo lol & there are spoilers below ᰔ for my kickoff readers: most of these are so unserious and/or fluffy (not rly much nsfw) hope u enjoy!!

kickoff!gojo who almost got arrested once for running away from the cops. he wasn’t even in trouble for anything they just started chasing him bc he started running 😭

kickoff!gojo whose primary love language is physical touch and so all of the times he’s had to NOT touch you has driven him absolutely fuckin nuts. positively BONKERS he’s practically been lobotomized by the restraint he’s had to exercise to not touch you

kickoff!gojo whose frat once hosted a date auction to raise money for rush and gojo singlehandedly raised $20k in one night from the bidding bachelorettes (and bachelors)🧍🏻‍♀️he has yet to go on all of those dates he owes them 😅 he runs away anytime his frat president tries to bring it up LOL

kickoff!gojo who is actually a pretty decent student, i mean he’s a business major so womp womp ofc he’s getting by just fine. i think his favorite class he’s ever taken was freshman year econ bc him and todo got into sm shit in that class and it's some of his fondest memories

kickoff!gojo who was literally picturing a life with you on the italian countryside when you were telling him about it. self inserted to the MAX

kickoff!gojo who is always the first to like all of your film photography slideshows on instagram because he has your post notifs on :”) you and messi are the only ppl he’s got post notifs on for 🤣

kickoff!gojo who thought he would be okay with watching your life from afar, through small pictures on his phone, but the thought devastated him more n more w every waking minute

kickoff!gojo who realized that having you wrapped in his arms at the end of ch9 was the closest thing he’s felt to peace since before the night his father passed away

kickoff!gojo who hasn’t really kept too much memoribilia of his father since a lot of the memories are painful for him, but he’s kept that old soccer ball w his dad’s signature n word of love for his mom on it

kickoff!gojo who wouldnt have been able to get through the trauma of losing his father if suguru wasn’t there by his side. he would’ve really lost himself, and would’ve given up on soccer if not for suguru's support. he's truly really grateful for him

kickoff!gojo who knows what his sun, moon & rising signs are because he’s been ran through 🙄 smh. WHORE

kickoff!gojo who plays for charity soccer tournaments on the weekends whenever he can 🫶🏼💕 he loves it bc there’s less pressure to play super well & also he loves getting to meet the people that the events are helping out

kickoff!gojo who has a massive sex drive (he got that athlete testosterone 😔🤚🏼) esp around someone he genuinely likes AHEM YOU so beware that if you start dating him he’s gonna beg you to put it on him at least 15 times a day and you’ll have to reject him 13.5 times

kickoff!gojo who is not ready to be a father at ALL at this point in his life but he’s thought ab how nice it would be to teach his kids how to play soccer someday :”) he’s givin me girl dad vibes tho, and you just KNOW he’s gonna be cheering on his lil girls when they’re tearing through the little league w their sparkly princess tiaras & tutus on 😤 he’d be the little league coach for sure LMAO

also little league coach!gojo would 100% promise to let the kiddos shave his head if they win the championship game 😭 i can just imagine you yelling at him when he randomly comes home bald one day

kickoff!nanami&choso&suguru who would be such protective soccer uncles to yours and gojo's duaghters. not a single boy would ever get NEAR those girls i'm telling youuu. pls pray for them haha

kickoff!gojo who figured out you were mina’s roommate through a little bit of facebook stalking. and yes, he scrolled all the way down to your embarrassing middle school photos. and yes, he still likes you despite seeing them. more, even, when he thinks about it. also, he’s pissed you had a digimon themed 9th birthday party and you didn’t invite him 😒 what’s up w that

kickoff!gojo & kickoff!choso who once illegally played an off-season tourney abroad in spain for a lump sum lmfaoo and it was a pretty decent cut of cash. but shhhh dont tell the NCAA ab that pls or else they’re fucked 💀

this is all i could think of rn haha thank you anon for the ask and hope you enjoyed them <333

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princessbrunette · 3 months

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i just love scolding rafe whenever he does something mean to a pouge, just making him sit on the couch and then standing in front of him with a frown on my face and scolding him

౨ৎ🐇 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

deep down, he thought it was adorable when you got like this. all huffy and puffy, sitting him down like you had any real authority and telling him off. you really think he’s gonna take some little ass girls advice, stood there with your arms crossed over that tiny floral sundress, stomping your kitten heels at him? nah. but he’d listen anyway, ‘cos he was a good boyfriend.

“its totally outdated, rafe. you can’t be mean to someone purely based on the fact they’re from a different side of the island! they’re people!” you ramble, stood infront of him with your palms splayed stressfully by your sides.

he sits on the couch at tannyhill infront of you, relaxed into this seat, arms crossed over his chest and legs spread as wide as would be physically comfortable. “i don’t expect you to understand the dynamics—” he begins in a slow and disinterested drawl, his eyes fluttering and jaw tensing in irritation when you interrupt him to continue.

“its classist. rafe, i know the real you. you’re nice deep down. but you’re acting like a bully lately and i don’t like it! i have pogue friends, you know that— and, and i’m not ashamed of it either.” you stick your chin up, pouty and proud like a cartoon baby kitten and he rolls his eyes, licking his lips as he shakes his head. if anyones out of touch, it’s you.

“deep down? i’m nice deep down. alright, okay— so i suppose me putting endless amounts of money on your card and decking you out with whatever shoes it is you want that week is… what? mean? that makes me the bad guy?” he tilts his head, squinting at you and for a second he thinks you might back down. he doesn’t seem genuinely angry like he’s going to explode on you, just tired of the conversation and having to make his point.

“thats… not what im talking about rafe, you know i’m grateful.” you toe at the carpet, huffing out guiltily making him shrug carelessly, wanting to hurry things along.

“okay so… spit it out. c’mon.” he exhales, sinking back into the couch, gesturing for you to go on with it.

“so, from now on— you are not to pick on harmless pogues who did nothing to you. it’s unkind and it makes me upset.” you state your point, folding your arms and standing up straight. a smirk twitches at his lip.

“or, okay— hear me out here, you keep livin’ your girly little carefree life and you let me handle things the way i handle them. yeah?” he raises his eyebrows like he expected you to agree and you deflate, puffing out your bottom lip.

“rafe.” you whinge.

“baby.” he tilts his head mockingly, using the same tone as you.

“can you try? atleast?” you stress, and just wanting the conversation to end he rolls his eyes theatrically, nodding his head with his lips pressed in a thin line.

“alright, whatever. now come here, would you?” he holds his arms out to pull you onto his lap and you decide his wishy-washy promise was good enough, happily skipping over.

“yay.” you smile, victoriously and he huffs out a chuckle.

“always somethin’ with you huh? keep you fucked and fed and you still got shit to say. good thing i’m so patient, right?” he smirks, tickling your waist making you giggle. to call him patient would be an outright lie, but you were too giddy to bring that up.

౨ৎ🐇 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

#anon #rafe cameron prompt

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honeytonedhottie · 3 months

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HONEYS RESOURCE BUNDLE⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💶

a gift from me to you for the new year, to help give tips that can help u succeed 🫶🏽 a post filled with resources, and advice to help u guys improve in every aspect 💗 i love and appreciate u all and i hope u find it helpful.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ physical movement and activity

find something that u like and thats fitted for ur needs. for me, all of the workouts that i do come from youtube. a girlblogger that always has a lot of workouts to try is @4theitgirls-workouts. to motivate urself to move ur body i recommend buying something cute to workout in because it always makes me feel good. i rly like to do pilates, so since i enjoy pilates -> i'll wanna do it more.

so dont be afraid to try different things and see what u enjoy the most and stick with that bcuz u dont wanna be forcing urself to do something that u won't enjoy/that won't give u the results that u want. if working out in general isn't rly ur cup of tea at all, thats totally okay! try going for walks or start running. maybe try out for a sport or start a style of dance. the whole point of this category is to get urself moving bcuz its rly rly good for ur physical and ur mental health, and it'll serve u in the long run. another youtuber i rly recommend for pilates workouts is madeline abeid.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ self improvement youtubers that i love and watch regularly

the wizard liz

simonesquared

sammy ingram

simmonesimmo

hailey gamba

the freezia

persephonesmind

₊˚⊹ ᰔ law of assumption

of course if u wanna learn about and practice the law of assumption then u can learn and apply thru my advice, experiences, ideas and more. neville goddard is like, the guru of manifesting and hes written a bunch of books, here are neville goddard's books online for FREE so that that then u can learn and see it HIS way bcuz the thing with manifesting is u gotta figure out how it works for you cuz its your reality.

if u like subliminals this is my favorite subliminal maker on youtube. their subliminals r amazing and i enjoy them bcuz they dont have music layered onto it (i like subliminals that have soothing sounds like rain or water or anything asmr). last but not least my absolute favorite manifesting coach/teacher on the whole internet, sammy ingram - literally the best manifesting guide. she rly simplifies things and her channel is full of helpful advice, success stories, challenges and her perspective on manifesting is brilliant so i rly recommend her.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ mental health

journalling is honestly the best thing that i have ever done for my mental health, the ROI that i get from it is actually incredible so i highly highly recommend it. if ur someone who doesn't rly like to write a lot, use ur notes app or whatever just get the thoughts out of ur mind and onto a piece of paper/notes. i understand that sometimes when ur mental health isn't doing too well and u dont feel motivated rly to do anything (like u feel lethargic and stuff) forcing urself to do things ISNT always the answer. i rly recommend having alternate routines cuz we ask a lot from ourselves sometimes so some days, ask a little less.

give urself the break that u deserve. when u feel like crying, CRY. even if its for no reason, the body holds onto pent up emotions so when u cry u gotta CRY. with time you'll find the things that help u feel better. for everyone its different. for me, when my mental health is in a slump what helps me is : 1. doing one thing differently (i'll go for a walk maybe) 2. get ready (take a quick shower, or if i dont even have the motivation to do that i'll do a sink shower) 3. drink a cold cup of water and make myself a meal. dont ever have zero days. always give at least 1% or do at least one thing.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ hygiene

hygiene is so instrumental in mental health cuz like i've said before looking good -> feeling good. i make sure to get ready everyday even if im going nowhere. just bcuz the process of getting ready gives me so much momentum. smelling good gives me so much confidence bcuz im the type of person thats rly rly scared of smelling bad. im a hygiene JUNKY so im always buying soaps and fragrances. when u make self care a daily thing it'll feel so natural. dont neglect ur oral health, invest in quality products that are suited for your needs. be meticulous when it comes to ur hygiene cuz a solid routine is lowkey comforting. i rly recommend korean skincare, indian haircare, african body care, and arabic perfumes and fragrances. some of my favorite hygiene based youtube channels are : SARA BEQELE and anna renns world

₊˚⊹ ᰔ school

TAKE. SCHOOL. SERIOUSLY. the feeling that u get when u get a good score on an assignment or test is unmatched. at the end of the day ur responsible for ur education. it's not hot to be a loser. if ur someone who struggles to stay on top of assignments, write down the assignment as soon as its assigned and at the next possible chance do it. as soon as u get home from school. reward urself for good grades and for ur accomplishments cuz ur AMAZING. study effectively instead of excessively.

pursue excellence always. find ways to motivate urself throughout the school day (for me, i always try and incorporate girliness into school cuz that motivates me) all my pens and pencils and folders are pink and i get myself ready everyday before school. cuz when i FEEL good -> i perform well. if u ever dont wanna study remind urself that studying>failing. advocate for urself, dont be afraid to ask questions cuz ur responsible for ur grade if u need accommodations or longer time to take a test (even if u dont) always set urself up to have the most time possible and the most resources. the resources that u have USE THEM. the goal of studying isn't to "mostly" know the material its to know for SURE. when u can explain something thoroughly, thats when you can know if you've studied enough.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ organization + planning

of course for the new year and for life in general, organization is rly helpful. manage urself mindfully and intentionally. even if ur a messy person, organizing isn't difficult if u do it in a way thats right for you. for me, notion - is literally the best organizational tool. i have an agenda, calendars, school pages, and so much more.

with notion i rly organized my life on a whole other level. aside from notion, the notes app on ur phone is rly useful, when it comes to organizing ur day to day life, i think its important bcuz it helps u to maximize ur time. for planning out ur year, if u find it difficult to stay "on task" or achieve the goals that u set for urself, try this : dont see the year as 365 days, instead separate the year into 4 quarters (90 days each) and in each of those quarters choose one aspect to focus on and pour into. make sure to log and track ur progress on those goals. the idea to this is breaking things down. break down big goals -> to more digestible goals so that then its more believable for u. remember, your limitless.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ nutrition

if ur someone who has bad nutrition, or unhealthy eating habits in general and u wanna change that my biggest advice would be to NOT BE EXTREME. bcuz i feel like if u go fully extreme so quickly then the change isn't sustainable. take it slow. start off by introducing a fruit into breakfast and having a vegetable at dinner, then eating fruit with ur breakfast and having fruit as a snack, and eating veggies with lunch and dinner. ik it sounds repetitive and overdone but u need to be consuming ur fruits and veggies. if ur not eating it with ur meals then maybe have it in a smoothie if that works for u. take supplements for things that u dont rly incorporate into ur diet, and the key to a good diet is BALANCE. dont deny urself food that u love. life is WAY to short to be scared to eat the burger that u so desperately want. its okay to eat what ppl might consider "junk food" but everything in BALANCE and moderation. keep the 80/20 principal in ur mind. 80% of what u eat should be good for u and 20% of what u eat should be whatever u crave. DRINK WATER, dont go on extreme diets if ur not an adult and haven't consulted a doctor it does u more harm than good.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ informative

learn every single day. even if ur not in school anymore. a way to help learn and sharpen ur mind every single day is picking up a hobby that can help u do so. for me, the hobby i have is reading, reading keeps my brain sharp, it keeps me entertained, and when i read nonfiction it keeps me informed. so the hobby of reading has a high ROI. whenever u get an idea of any sort, ACT on it. u dont have to wait a billion years before acting on an idea. when u get ideas, its for a reason, ur mind is brilliant and imagine how many ideas that u wasted. thats why i recommend having a creative outlet of some sort. for me, my creative outlet is my blog where i can come and talk with you guys 🫶🏽 but ur creative outlet can be ur notes app or ur journal or ur sketchbook. just a way to get the ideas in ur brain -> onto paper.

₊˚⊹ ᰔ stuff i wish i knew

ur never ever tied down to one version of urself, u can always change ur mind/opinion, u can create a new version of urself whenever the heck u want. remember that u have free will and that ur always in control. bcuz it is your life it revolves around you and it is your responsibility. its not something to mess around with. take responsibility for urself, ur actions, ur reactions etc.

1% of progress is better than 0%, a little is always better than nothing. ur social anxiety or ur fear of being perceived is HOLDING U BACK. forgive urself for ur mistakes, everything that ur embarrassed of in ur past let it go and LET YOURSELF LIVE. become ur own project, ur own muse and if all else fails (which it won't, you'll be fine and everything will work itself out for u even better than u could've ever imagined) love yourself unconditionally.

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idkfitememate · 4 months

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*runs to give out creator idea before the seat is gone*

Dragon.

But not just any dragon.

Small chonk dragon.

(If you know about twisted wonderland I’m picturing Malleus in his dragon form in book 7)

Hehe the chonker ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Imagine if you made your home in the Northland Bank, much to the Fatui’s chagrin-

And you surround yourself in mora. And the Fatui can’t do shit.

Why wanna know whyyyy?~

Because you are the Regrator’s little dragon~ you’re there to protect all the gold, precious metals and jewels.

Pantalone found you one day, guarding a single mora. He saw you, thought for all of two seconds, and took you in.

Now you guard a giant pile of gold >:)!

Also the fact that your breath weapon can switch through all 7 elements and are extremely strong ANYWAY-

The way this man would pamper you. You know those villains with that cat in their laps? Yeah that’s you guys.

He loved feeding you gems and stuff (like Spike from MLP lol) in front of his… less than well off colleagues. You cannot tell me this man isn’t just as sadistic as Dottore, just in a different way.

One breaks you physically, the other mentally (and breaks your bank).

Mans probably took out one of the most EXPENSIVE AND LEAST COMMON ORES IN ALL OF TEYVAT, one that could pay off GENERATIONS FOR DEBT FORM HUNDREDS OF FAMILIES, and just. Fed it to you.

He loves seeing his underlings cry what can I say.

You wanna know what would be worse? If you were somehow connected to Zhongli.

Probably more like a dad thing where you don’t have a human form but multiple dragon forms. You found a nice god, settled down, she rolled a nat 20 to seduce the dragon-

Boom Zhongli.

He goes to the bank to cash a check or something and sees what he thought was his long lost father on a Futui Harbingers lap just living life.

Old man vs Older man who’s gonna win?

This is a beautiful concept ૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა˖⁺‧₊˚-

Extra note: Yo I wrote this in notes without the post up for reference and ideas and went off the rails just realized this is Creator Dragon fuck how do I explain the Dad-li ark uh… uhhhh…. DRAGON WAS A DILF IN REAL LIFE AND TEYVAT WAS LIKE “Neat, have another son” OKAY BYE-

#anon <3 #asks <3 #Dragon!Creator

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sesshous · 2 months

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hi!! how are you feeling? <33 I saw your work and I loved it!! Do you have a list of characters you write for?

Could I ask for some gaming headcanons in the falling in love stage? I would like to see the confession and all that ahshaj please and thank you!! <33

falling in love hcs ᰔ gaming

genre: fluff (they/them prns)

a/n: hello!! i'm glad you like my work, i'm feeling alright <3 this took so long to do i really could not think of anything for days but then got hit with the urge to write and got this done haha. as for charas. i write i want to say i write for most of them(?), but i'll make a list soon for who i mainly want to write for ^^

i feel like gaming doesn’t have a lot of experience with romantic feelings, so at first he doesn’t even realise that he likes, likes you, but from an outsider's perspective, people can clearly see the signs that he has a crush on you.

who else does he throw lovesick-like glances at? or gives not so subtle lingering touches too? or gets way more cheery than he usually is when you’re around? even with his whole, ‘oh- no way! we're just friends!” spiel he says when he’s asked about you. it isn’t fooling anyone.

gravitating towards you is another thing he does. the second he sees you he’d come up to you to say hello and ask about your day, or if you’re in his presence he’d want to stand/sit close next to you.

oh, you just have to be there for his wushou dance performances!! he’ll invite you everytime he has one coming up - he’ll even get you in the front row if he has to!!

(also you could not tell me he doesn’t playfully tease you or unintentionally make flirty comments towards you i just know he would!! he loves seeing you flush over his comments haha)

gaming only starts to question the way he sees you when xianyun makes a passing comment to him, ‘my, one can see you’re quite fond of them, aren’t you gaming?’ fond? quite fond? well, he definitely didn’t disagree with xianyun. he does like you! …but the more he thinks about the way he acts towards and how much he actually thinks about you, gaming comes to the realisation that he does in fact have feelings for you that go past platonic.

gaming treats you as he normally does, but he now finds himself stumbling over his words and having a harder time making eye contact with you.

and when you smile or laugh? his can feel his face instantly heating up. he blames it on his pyro vision. it’s not his pyro vision

the thought of confessing his feelings to you makes gaming… nervous. after all, he isn’t even sure if you like him back or not. but gaming doesn’t like to keep his feelings locked away, so he eventually decides he wants to confess to you (he does stall for a couple of days… have to build up that confidence.)

it’s generic (i know...) , but he’d invite you out for dim sum. however his plan of confessing to you after you’ve both finished your meal falters when you mention you’ve noticed he’s been a bit off lately and ask if he’s been doing okay. well… no time like the present, right?

“i’m fine! really, sorry for making you worry. it’s just that… i’ve been thinking a lot about you, actually. i really like you, y’know? and if you don’t like me back that’s totally okay! i won’t be mad, but… i just need to know what you think of me.”

his confession is more jumbled up than he wanted it to be. but with that now off his chest, he waits for your response, with hopes of you telling him you like him back as well.

(but seriously, how could anyone say no to someone as cute as him?)

#ᰔ works #ᰔ request #gaming x reader #ga ming x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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xoxogossipmal · 2 months

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Can u do dating Johnny Cade headcannons plis

yes ofc anon 😝

⯌ Johnny Cade dating headcannons !

warnings : none

♡ A/N : JOHNNY MY ACTUAYL BABY PLS RISE FROM THE DEAD 🙁🙁🙁

₊˚⊹ ᰔ "oh, dream maker, you heart breaker. Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way."

first steps ᥫ᭡

I feel like Johnny is inexperienced with love. He knows a little stuff since he heard Dallas or Two-bit talk about girls by him. He doesn't listen that much though, since girls were probably the last thing on his mind probably.

Until he met you.

I have a feeling he would be deeply hooked when he saw you. He liked possibly everything about you.

I feel like when he made the first move he was like asking Ponyboy and Dallas what to do 🙁 and Dallas would be like "I'll do it for you she's kinda cute" and Johnny would literally shake his head and be like "nonono don't do that.. and I know she is."

When he DID make the first move he would be like "hi... uhmm, uhmm.. you're really uhmm.." and then he would get shy and run away. You'd be confused but hey he was a little cutie and you wanted to get his number!!

So, you did the first move instead. You came up to him and said "Hi, I noticed you from earlier and I was wondering if I can get your number?"

blud immediately said yes and dallas was cheering bro on

You guys talked for awhile, and he asked you out on a date and you said yes.

to speed this up, the date was fire and he asked you to be his girlfriend and you said YES!!! WOOHOOO!!! YES!!!!!!!

Dating ᥫ᭡

aaughh he loves physical touch soooo much and words of affirmation/ compliments.

he never got compliments from his parents or never had hugs and stuff like that so when he gets them he feels his heart get warm from them. especially from you.

auughh play with his hair. He loves that so much he'll just stay quiet in your arms while you play with his hair.

stargazing with him at the lot >>

Also! since you guys are dating he will either go to your house and stay over or he'll ask you to go hang at the lot with him. He does prefer your house though.

Dallas likes to tease you two alot. Johnny gets all sassy about it and he's like "Cut it out, Dal. Y/N, tell him to go away too."

omg he gets all sassy too with you. "Y/N come on!!! please play with my hair againn, please??"

sassy johnny for life guys put a bow on him

compliments you give him are like : "Johnny, you're so pretty!" or "I love your eyes." and he would be flushed and everything omg

HE LOVES CUDDLES. I'M TELLING YOU HE'S A SUCKER FOR CUDDLES.

if you want something, he'll get it for you. He might have to ask Dallas to steal it for you but hey, it's the thought that counts. (alot of ppl say this lmfao 😭.)

PDA isn't his favorite. He does enjoy hand-holding at the drive in, secret hand-holding underneath the table, pinky link, you get it. Not too much PDA since he's not a fan.

When cuddling, he likes to be a little spoon but he'll be a big spoon too.

When he introduced you to the gang, they didn't trust you too much yet. Once they saw how happy you made Johnny, they lightened up a little. Dallas swore if you hurt Johnny, he would like jump you or sum LMFAOO 😭

Johnny also likes to go to Dallas and Ponyboy and just started talking about you. They don't get sick of it, because aslong as Johnny's happy.

like I said, Johnny's inexperienced with love so everything is so new to him. He likes it though.

The gang trusts you and Johnny, because if he's happy then everything will be okay.

And as always, you guys are a very cute couple.

WAUGHHH I WAS GRINFING THAT WAS SO FUN 😭😭😭. This reminds me of 7th grade lmfao. Request more !!!

#the outsiders 1983 #johnny cade #johnny cade x reader #johnny cade headcanons #johnny cade imagine #johnny cade x y/n #the outsiders headcanons #ralph macchio #xoxogossipmal

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aweina · 6 months

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i’m on my hands and knees for brat tamer mike HOLYYYYYYY

like i’m on the same page w/ the other anon, i too love submissive men BUT imagine him getting so ticked off with you being all bratty and whining that he shoves you in a supply/storage closet with him and tells you off and your faces and bodies are so close to each other and…

i’m sweating at the thought of it

ᰔ. 8 o’ clock : mike schmidt — suggestive warning !! + note. fell on my knees for a split second … i needed to write this quickly, thank u for the idea anon (″ロ゛)

it was too early for this.

mike firmly stands as he watches you fling your arms around, obnoxiously pointing at the coffee cup. face puffy with anger, whines and insults bouncing off his weighted shoulders. he tried, okay. maybe there was a part he missed when ordering, maybe he said something different — he couldn’t tell, mike only remembers trying not to fall asleep on the stranger standing in front of him.

“i’m sorry, okay? why don’t you order it yourself next time.” his voice was harsh and groggy from a rather unpleasant sleep.

the knit in your brows and sudden pause made mike grit his teeth and ball his fist tightly. i regret saying that, he thinks. you’re going to be more repulsive than ever.

you arrogantly strutted into his personal space, nearly bumping your chest pressed against his. mike can feel your seething anger, permeating on your flushed skin — the light in your eyes turned into golden flames. seriously, how can someone be this angry this early?

“no! you should know my order by now, it’s been days mike! i literally ask you to do one simple thing and you can’t even do it because you’re so stupid and fuck, you’re so usele – ”

a bone-shaking tug to your security jacket travelled you into a confined room, the darkness that veiled over the walls revealed cleaning supplies, one by one, dropping by your feet from the sudden invasion of your presence and mike’s.

a heavy sigh escapes his lips before he talks.

“you know you talk too much. all you do is complain to me, can’t you be any more fucking annoying, huh?” his whisper burned your skin, the insults seemed to pass through your psyche.

“i. am. not. annoying.” you weakly hissed, attempting to wiggle out of his grasp but to no avail.

“oh yeah? but you were so loud earlier, do you even hear yourself? whining and bitching all the time?” he sounded so mean, the angry rasp in his voice laced with exhaustion.

his shadowy eyes slowly gaze down at your lips, now the color drained between your teeth. you can’t speak now, you’re utterly hopeless.

the veins strung along his arm nearly pop from the death grip he had on your collar — whitened knuckles barely grazing your cheek. close, too close, mike thinks. your widened eyes and speechlessness left him satisfied at his attempt to intimidate you. the quivering grasp on his worst says so, but still, this position made it hard to bathe in his victory.

the fan of your warm breath brushed against his throat, the perfume that cling to your neck and collar was all he could smell. it was overwhelmingly sweet, the complete opposite of your briny personality. the flush of your body pressed against his, one knee locked between your legs. both your heartbeats so in sync, dancing in some chaotic rhythm. mike was conflicted. you feel so good against him, the scent on your skin made his mouth water. his teeth — lips — so close to your neck.

despite these feelings, mike raises his brows, expecting an answer.

surprisingly, you slowly nodded, a soft spoken “sorry” barely touching his ears — your quiet obedience overriding your previous seething words. he didn’t believe your apology one bit, but the shiver course through your entire body made you uncomfortably shift your crotch against his thigh — trapping you between the wall and his body.

mike backs away as his grip loosens, gazing at you with shifting eyes. towards your flushed face and wrinkled collar, down to the fallen clutter of cleaning supplies and your spilled coffee.

he simply dusts himself off, tugging at his sleeve, checking the time on his watch with a straight face.

“clean that up.” mike mumbles as he lazily tilts his chin towards the mess, patting down a mysterious wet stain against his pants with a quirked brow — leaving you tucked into the corner of the janitor’s supply room utterly bitter and especially, guilty over your secret gratification from his manhandling.

#.୨୧ ina writes #.purple mark #.chocolat #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt

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deadwasteland-dazaisfan · 3 months

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ִ ࣪𖤐Teenage romance₊˚⊹ ᰔ

ᯓ★Synopsis: Being in a relationship with Dazai Osamu seemed like a huge problem to you, because his behavior often made you confused, and everything suggested that he would remain a silly guy who would remain alone for the rest of his days. But one day you had to realize that this wouldn't happen. Because he has you in his life.

ᯓ★Pairing: pm!dazai×fem!reader (both 16-18y.o);

ᯓ★Contains: fluff/comfort, hugs, kisses, hanging out together, teenage romance, nonsense, pm!reader, mention of murders, mention of criminal organizations drabble&headcanons, sfw, affection, mention suicide attempt;

| author's note: This is my first work, I hope you'll like it. Please don't judge too harshly I tried my best ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა |

The whole situation was so strange and unexpected for you that you really didn't understand where you were and what you needed to do. When you woke up in a dimly lit room, you found yourself lying in a room that looked like an infirmary. There was practically nothing around. There were no sounds either, but they soon appeared. There was a door at the end of this room, as you assumed, there was a corridor behind it. It turned out to be true.

A couple of minutes after you woke up, the door opened a crack, and a guy came in — funny shaggy hair, dark eyes, bangs on half of his face and a bandage covering one eye. He was dressed quite formally—a white shirt (although slightly frayed and wrinkled), a black tie, black trousers and shoes. He had a black jacket slung over one arm, he looked rather rumpled and seemed tired. Sitting down on the bed, you looked at the boy with bewilderment and suspicion when he finally came up to you and scratched the back of his head. Yawning lazily, he said:

«Well, hi, silly suicidal. Mori-san asked me to give you something, but I don't think you need it right now. Congratulations! Oh, though... It would probably be more accurate for me to say that I'm sorry, though...Aaaahhh, okay, never mind. I'm Osamu Dazai, don't be surprised, you survived your failed attempt and Mori-san and I dragged you here. He wants to recruit you...So you'd better come to your senses as soon as possible and come to his office. He doesn't like to wait too long... In short, you have no choice. Come on, get up! Can you walk?»

He gave you a dubious squint that made your skin crawl, and then silently walked away. He pulled out a small old chair (which you didn't notice right away), sat down on it, and crossing one leg over the other, began to read a small red book. Still in a strange trance state, you didn't even understand how he was doing everything, it was hard for you to figure out where you were sitting at all. After a couple of minutes of silence in the room, you finally came to your senses a little — you noticed that the room was not so empty, you were sitting on a fairly soft bunk, somewhere above there was a small window through which white light entered the room.

After that, you had the next challenge — to talk to this unknown. He has already introduced himself, and you instantly remembered his name. But still, he didn't mention where you were or who he was at all... So, swallowing hard, you turned your head, but then froze when you found that he was already looking at you. With a sigh, the boy put the book on his lap and looked at the ceiling, muttering

«You're probably wondering where you are and all that... Well, you're in the infirmary of Yokohama's main criminal organization, the Port Mafia. Welcome. No, don't worry, we won't kill or torture you. The boss has slightly different plans for you. But still... You know, if I were you, I'd think twice about choosing this stupid, absolutely shitty way! I'm sorry, but do you even have a brain? To what extent does one have to be a stupid girl to use such a non-working method! And yes, you don't have to ask about all the details of your "rescue." I'll just say one thing — you looked lousy. Yes, however, nothing has changed now...»

Finally, he fell silent, continuing to stare at the ceiling for a while, and then turned his gaze to you. Maybe it was time for you to introduce yourself?...

«You said your boss wants to hire me... Why does he need this?... I... I'm probably grateful for the rescue, but... What does he want?...»

Dazai just raised one eyebrow and then looked away, continuing the dialogue:

«Well, obviously he saw something useful in you for the mafia. He will definitely find a job for you, especially since our staff is very small now. Well, according to him, he just couldn't leave such a poor thing to die»

You've got your head down. The answer was obvious, and why didn't it immediately occur to you? Then you should have introduced yourself properly. You made some kind of pathetic gurgling sound, after which you quietly whispered:

«My name is... My name is Y/N...»

The young mafia turned a curious look at you and got up from his seat. Putting his hands on his hips, he said:

«Yeah, so Y/N you said... Okay. Come on, let's go. The boss should see you before lunch»

You carefully shifted on your bunk, and then lowered your feet to the floor, still sitting. But the real problem for you was getting up — no matter how much you tried to lift yourself, nothing came out. Apparently, your body is very weak, and your legs are numb. You began to have a slight panic, tears began to come to your eyes, and you began to suffocate from them. But it didn't take you a second when Osamu came up to you and gently pulled on your arms, and you were finally on your feet. Exhaling, you were about to take the first step, but the guy stopped you with the words "Where are we going?" after that, he easily picked you up in his arms. It was so unexpected that you squeaked, but he shushed you and said in a dissatisfied tone:

«Hey, I actually don't want you to break all your legs or overwork yourself... Anyway, it's not profitable for the mafia to keep you here for a few days.»

you were more than ready to object, but for some reason your inner self told you to keep quiet. Apparently, this was not the right situation for outrage.

So, after some time, you finally got out of the Mafia boss's office. Dazai seems to have understood everything in the blink of an eye from your distorted face. You were accepted, and now you could consider him a "colleague." He somehow abruptly and very unexpectedly jumped up to you and smiled broadly, said:

«Well, now you are one of us!»

This was your first meeting.

❛━━━━━━━ ••• ━━━━━━━❜

And then everything went the way you couldn't have expected, but it's not that you didn't like it. Conversely.

You had to go through many situations and complete many missions together. He also introduced you to other members of the Port Mafia. You were received very cordially, and, frankly, it warmed your heart.

Osamu kept saying how unprepared you were to work in this organization, and that you shouldn't have been here at all, but he supposedly couldn't contradict Mori (Of course, he was a brazen liar— he was the one who begged so desperately to keep you in the mafia for his own good). In short, you got along, you became even more than just colleagues.

One of the situations that you remember the most was how you fooled around and played cards together. It was funny, even though you never managed to win. But you always laughed maliciously when the intense struggle between Odasaku and Dazai continued without your participation. You knew that Oda would always have a way to beat the youngster, so you weren't surprised by Sakunosuke's next victory.

Basically, you've always been a witness to the endless quarrels and swearing between Dazai and Nakahara. It all got to such an extent that you started to get a headache from their shouts of indignation (it's good if they used only speech, and did not get into a frenzied fight). In the end, you just got up and left, but both boys, catching themselves in time, immediately fell silent and quickly followed you, simultaneously apologizing for their antics (in fact, while you were silent, they continued to whisper insults). You didn't have much choice, you were a kind-hearted person, so you just couldn't get mad at them.

But even though they "hated" each other, they were ready to unite at any moment just for the sake of your safety. You were a valuable person to them, not only in terms of being a mafia member — everyone knew perfectly well that one day you would have to make a choice.

But you were like friends with Chuuya — it seems that even on his part there was no initiative to enter into a romantic relationship. You spent no less time together than with Dazai (which made him, by the way, jealous, but of course he would never admit it). So at some point Osamu realized that it was time to throw away the final card. Many of your memories from the mafia are quite clouded — it is clear that the job was not easy, and there was not much light and fun there. But you will always remember the moments spent with a bandaged mafia member.

Your belated winter walks, when it's already starting to get dark outside, and many teenagers your age are already running home, worried that something might happen to them or their parents will scold them. But of course you weren't like that, because you are a fearless mafia that can walk around whenever and wherever you want.

Although many called him a "Demon-Prodigy" you could only agree with one part of that nickname — he was indeed a prodigy, but a demon perhaps only in appearance. He kept in himself those weakened, smoldering particles of warmth and love that he allowed to warm his heart only with you and Odasaku.

And you, like no one else, saw it and appreciated it. Perhaps you didn't even realize it yourself, but at some point your heart literally began to ache from the accumulated warm feelings for him. You endured this mental anguish because you were sure that he didn't need it, or he would reject you.

But fortunately, none of this happened.

You remember how you went for a walk in the snowfall, and you caught snowflakes in your mouth, and he called you stupid, but you didn't care. You called him stupid when he threw a nice snowball at you with all his might... You remember when the skin on your cheeks and hands was already starting to pinch and tighten from the cold, and you were laughing while you were fighting, and he always throw you to the deflection, and you landed in a giant snowdrift. All your clothes were soaked from the snow, and Dazai only stopped laughing when he saw you desperately trying to keep warm, shivering from the cold. Then it finally dawned on him, and you quickly went to the mafia building or to his "home". He wasn't particularly proud of his house, which was just a shipping container. So basically he took you to the mafia building, but if you insisted, he could agree to spend some time with you at his house.

In winter, Osamu was a real simpleton — he almost never wore a hat, scarf, or mittens. It could be bitterly cold outside, but he still went out without any warm clothes. His warm wardrobe for the winter was everything he wore in all other seasons, and the only thing that was added was a warm black coat that Odasaku gave him. You were always cursing why he was walking around with uncovered head and not dressed properly, but he waved you off and ignored your requests to wear a hat/scarf.

But still, one day, when you, having excellent knitting skills, knitted him cute warm mittens, he grunted with displeasure and took them without saying a word. However, during your next walk, you noticed that he was wearing them.

Right after that, you started knitting him a scarf, and after a couple of weeks it was ready. You also packed it as a small present, but as usual, Osamu did not appreciate your efforts with the decoration; but he wore the scarf all the time (not without your reminders ofc).

You wanted to go to the rink together to try yourself at it, but unfortunately, by the time you remembered your intentions, all the rinks were already closed, so you had to postpone this entertainment for the next year.

When spring came, everything always changed somehow: the mood improved, the work went easier, and everyone began to live a little better. This wonderful time of the year was something enlivening. Everyone knows that it is in spring that you can catch a wonderful natural phenomenon — cherry blossoms. The second name is hanami. You really loved these few short days when you could catch this sight. And Dazai, knowing this, finally decided to hint at inviting you to go with him one day (of course, he consulted with Oda and Hirotsu before). He's very lucky that you didn't hesitate to agree.

The preparation for the traditional holiday took place slowly, you managed to do all your business and buy all the necessary attributes. On the day of the celebration, you were wearing a very beautiful kimono in delicate, light shades, and Dazai made do with a simple dark haori. Don't have to mention that he was fooling around for almost half of your walk, but at some points he was unusually serious. You were a little confused by his sudden mood swings, but given his nature, you weren't too surprised. This youngster was unpredictable.

Admiring sakura went great, although Osamu managed to piss you off a couple of times. You saw his face when his dark eyes were staring into the distance, looking at the delicate pink, mixed with white petals slowly flying down — it was a look of anxiety and peace at the same time. And yet, a slight smile touched his lips.

Time passed, your relationship was at a stable level, but still your heart felt the insufficiency that the lack of love gave you. You tried to overcome these feelings with all your might, but nothing came out; it got to the point that one day you had a dream with him; but it was very touching and gentle — a spacious field, waving grass, a cool breeze and a scorching sun, and in the middle of it you, and only you two. More than half of the summer has already passed; Work has not stopped, of course, there are no summer holidays or vacations in the mafia. But sometimes you and Mr. Bandaged Mummy managed to get out of the hectic world of blood and murder.

It was very hot, and you couldn't stand the heat, so you tried to stay in places where the temperature was more or less stable or slightly cool. You always have taken ice cream from the same stall: Dazai has always chosen some strange and tasteless ones, but of course this is only in your opinion. You took your favorite flavor, and often offered him a taste, but he always refused. Boring jerk.

And one day it happened.

His birthday has just passed; it was only a couple of days later, when his 2-day absence from work became suspicious, and you found out that he had made another attempt on his holiday. It was like it cut into your heart — it was so painful to realize it. You tried to contact him somehow, called him, but he seemed to have forgotten about the existence of his phone. You knew it wouldn't be the best idea to show up on his doorstep, so you just had to wait him to show up himself.

And you remember that day by heart: when the bell rang at your door, then a small knock in confirmation. You immediately went to the door and opened it... Osamu was behind. You saw him like this for the first time — with a slight smirk on his lips, an apologetic expression on his face and ...a bouquet of white lilies... You didn't know why, but in that quiet moment when you saw him, you caught your breath and almost burst into tears.

All the emotions mixed into one huge lump that came to your throat, and you, knowing perfectly well why he was here, carefully, timidly took a step forward and hugged him, burying your face in his shoulder. One of his hands was holding a bouquet, so he lightly hugged you with his other hand. After a couple of moments, you heard him whisper:

«Well, don't whine... I can't stand it, you know»

Those words made you smile, and you pulled back a little. Without further ado, he handed you a beautiful, elegant and delicate bouquet of lilies, after which he added:

«Well, I hope you've at least guessed that this is an occasion....»

«Sure... You wanted to apologize, didn't you?»

«And you're smart today, mouse»

You smiled at his comment; he always called you that in a teasing manner, but now it sounded more affectionate. You understood everything at once — white lilies, such a beautiful flower, which means apologies and kindness of intentions. It was his way of earning your forgiveness for what he tried to do to himself.

You spent the evening together; Lilies flaunted in a pretty vase, you watched some kind of movie. It's been dark outside for a long time, but it seems that both of you had no plans to let each other go. And yet, you both felt the tension in the silence that you allowed to hang.

You've been waiting for this. And he knew that there would be no better moment.

«Y/N.»

«Yes?»

«Forgive me»

«For what?»

«For what I'm about to do-»

As soon as he uttered the last sentence, you felt his hands on your shoulders, and he left a light, almost weightless kiss on your lips. It was so funny and embarrassing for you at the same time. Osamu looked at you for a while before hugging you to him and burying his face in your hair.

«You're all I need. You're all I can ask for.»

He muttered softly. After a couple of minutes of hugging, you finally did what you wanted — interrupted his speech and pulled him into a real kiss... But don't think he gave up on you so easily. No way. He's going to take matters into his own hands anyway...

But that day was what divided your life into before and after.

In a good way.

|P.S I think I wrote too much (( I have such a writing style, I hope you liked the headcannons mixed with drabbles. Thanks for reading! I hope I will release some more works. 𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ |

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aaaaa hi hello!! i love your work so much, the way you write kayn is wonderful! could i request literally anything for Ezreal? some smut headcanons, perhaps, or some discord messages would be so sweet — whatever you're in the mood for! i'm starving for ez content.... thank you so much in advance!! 💗

✿ Prompt: Intimacy with Ezreal! ✿

♡ champion focus: ezreal ♡ tw: nsfw ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hey, anon! Thanks for being the first request for Ezreal so far in my inbox queue! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ I hope I am able to quench your thirst with this... short?? or can we consider this a long?? Anyways, cheers! ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

There is no denying that Ezreal is an inexperienced lover. Before you and he became an unlikely couple, he had no knowledge of how to be intimate with a girl. He had been rejected time and time again, in fact. Hell, he was lucky that you even started going out with him before he made it big and had a glow-up!

Intimacy has always been a scary thing for Ezreal. And that wasn't because he didn't want to be intimate with you- it was far from that! He was just always... a little bit insecure with the way he looked. The last thing he wanted was for you to be disappointed if you didn't like what you saw underneath his clothes...

The first night you both came closest to being intimate with one another was a failure. You both didn't make it past a painstakingly long make-out session because Ezreal made the two of you stop.

His hands trailed up and down your sides, lips interconnected with yours. He loved the way you felt on top of him, teasingly rolling your hips against his lap until he was flustered, yearning for more.

"A-Agh..~ That feels so fucking good, babe... Don't stop... P-Please~" the sultry sound of his voice begged for you, his nose pushing against your neck. It was all so perfect... So much so that you had hoped tonight would be the night he finally fucked you...

His hands trailed forward from your backside, lightly groping at your chest from underneath your shirt. Ez always knew the correct places to touch you and the precise moments to make you gasp for air. He knew when it was the appropriate time to deepen a kiss and shove his tongue into your mouth, dominating you with every cheeky move he made.

"Fuckk, Ez~" You purred with a sudden, sharp gasp. Ezreal grinned, his lips connecting with your jawline as you threw your head back, your fingers gently grazing against the front of his chest and protruding collarbones. That was the first mistake of the night...

Even though Ezreal was able to make a quick recovery by sliding one hand out from underneath your shirt, gently taking your hand into his own, he immediately began to shut down when you began to tug at the edge of his shirt. And with a frustrated groan when Ez spoke sternly for you to stop, he sheepishly did nothing more than apologize.

"Why do you do this every time, Ezreal?" you complained as your boyfriend began to try to sway you back into the mood. But when you pushed off of him, Ezreal whined and reached forward for you. Immediately, that drew your attention to his sad face... You relaxed, drawing a hand to his cheek. "You know you can tell me anything..." "I know. I just... The reason why I've been the way I am is because I'm just... Worried you won't be impressed with me."

You frowned, tilting his chin up to level with your own. "I love you the way you are, Ez. You don't have to try and impress me. There will never come a day when I judge you for the way you look, okay? You are a beautiful man!" You placed a gentle kiss on Ezreal's nose, using your thumbs to rub at his cheeks, "We don't have to do this tonight-" "No. Babe, I want to."

He sighed, dropping his hands to your thighs. "I've been wanting to have... sex... with you since we started being more intimate with one another." He dropped his head back, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "But I'm not experienced enough, and you'll only be even more disappointed with m-"

"Then let me lead." That caught him off guard.

But from the look on his face, you could tell that he wanted this. Even though it felt... extremely emasculating to him for a moment, Ezreal had no qualms about exploring outside of his realm of comfort. Who knows... Maybe he'll enjoy this!

You placed loving kisses atop the surface of his exposed neck, readying to get him back in the mood.

Ezreal sighed, huffing for air. It was as if a flipped switched off inside of him, deciding for himself to let you take control. It was as if he finally felt like he could breathe and let himself go.

Still, you didn't want to push Ezreal into something he was uncomfortable with. You didn't want him to get scared and back out of having sex with you entirely. But, you did want to experiment, poking around enough to see what he was willing to try... To see the extent of his comfort zone.

And when you began to sense his discomfort, whenever you pulled at his clothes, you didn't push it. You were gentle, encouraging and praising Ezreal in between hasty breaths.

He was relieved. He knew he could trust you... He knew you were making an effort to understand him, and he appreciated it.

"I-I need you... P-Please..! Please, babe!" You smirked at his neediness, shutting him up with a kiss. You allowed your fingers to undo the button of his pants, unzipping them slowly- just enough to free his aching cock. His face was flustered a bright red, steadying your hips with both of his hands so you can align your pussy with his exposed length.

With every affectionate touch, Ezreal felt himself slipping further and further into your grasp, begging for you to sedate his wants and needs with your body.

And as you rubbed against the tip of his cock, Ezreal winced and gripped your hips tighter. It was the first time a woman made him feel this good... It was almost too much for him to handle. But he still saw it through, pressing his nails into your skin, only encouraging you to slowly lower yourself more until you were entirely on his length. But it became evident from Ezreal's impatience- and inexperience- that he was desperate for you to pick up the pace.

He pulled you forward, slamming his hips up into your pussy. You cried as he rocked his hips needily, steadying yourself on top of him by placing your hands on his shoulders. "S-Sorry, baby!!" He panicked, but you shook your head. You had to assure him that it was okay- That you were okay.

His arms wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against your shoulder, your hands tangling in his luscious, leaf-like hair. His pace accelerated until the couch began shaking.

"E-Ezreal!! Hghn~ Hhgn! Ez!! Mm~ Yes~!" The delicious sounds you made, accompanied by the slapping of skin drove him up the wall.

"If you want more... You're gonna have to beg for it...~"

It didn't take your boyfriend long to come, and he was both surprised and relieved when he did. But you weren't done yet. You were going to reach your climax. And he certainly made it easy for you:

"Mmm... Good girl... Hah~ Fuck, you're incredible at this...~ You're gonna make me come again..!"

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♡ 𝖤𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ♡

❥𝘌𝘯𝘩𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴/𝘰

❥🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄 ᰔ // 𝗼𝘁𝟳 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 // мαѕтєяℓιѕт

{ Requested by my lovely anonie } <3

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ꕤ нєєѕєυηց -

Hee is a very calm and collected guy so he doesn’t get jealous that often

Unless he’s needy for your attention and you’re not giving him cuddles. Which is a not so rare occasion in your relationship.

He might be a fun person, but, he gets really serious if someone ever tries to hit up on you.

Cause what’s HEE’S is HEE’S no one else dares to have it!!! >.< (Okay that was a real bad pun I was just tryna be funny..:| )

Anyway

You remember clearly the day heeseung and you went shopping together in the mall and the part-timer in the stall was literally gawking at you.

Heeseung immediately notices it and doesn’t like it one bit, but he hates drama, so everytime the guy keeps looking at you, he comes and stands infront of you to hide the guy’s view lmao (talk about being cute- petty 😆🥺)

Now..the guy even tries to approach you once cause he doesn’t realize heeseung is your boyfriend….

“Ma’am are you looking for something-“ he proceeds to ask you when hee cuts his sentence off smugly

“Me and my baby are looking for matching shoes. Can you show us some trendy ones?” Hee raises his eyebrows cockily, placing his large hand on your shoulder and pulling you close to him.

To this remark, the guy just flings his mouth open from shock but regains his composure and goes away.

You start giggling the very next second, finding your boyfriend’s rare protectiveness absolutely adorable.

“Hey! Don’t laugh y/n.” Hee pouts, frowning his eyebrows in displeasure.

“Okay baby.” You reply, emphasising on the last word to tease him.

Hee gets shy immediately at your pet name and coos, but melts the moment you lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. 💋

Believe me, his pride is inflated the size of Jupiter everytime you initiate skinship in public cause, it’s his biggest flex that he’s got the prettiest girl on earth all to himself. 😏💘😳

ꕤ วαу -

Now the thing about jay is that, he’s a very calm and friendly person with you and also likes it when you’re being like that. Friendly, outspoken and laughing a lot.

Which is why, he likes the view of watching you with his boys aka enha

He doesn’t mind it at all, if anything, he loves the way you mingle and blend with them.

However, If it’s someone else who might have flirty intentions with you, he won’t hesitate to display his protective attitude

On the free weekend when jay took you out for a lunch date, he noticed how the waiter was peering at you with interested eyes and eyeing your neck line

It was as if that man totally ignored the presence of your boyfriend, the man who was seated right infront of you.

When the waiter starts complimenting you all of a sudden in the middle of taking your order, that’s when jay loses his patience

He’s mad mad but since he’s a very polite guy with good manners, he interrupts you two and says

“I think my lady would have this set menu 3 so you can give us some privacy and leave. This way out please” he fakes an annoyed smile and gestures in the direction of the counter, a petty and ticked off expression glinting in his eyes.

And then what?? it’s literally game over for waiter-sshi cause our main lead is back to the scene 😏😏

The embarassed man just exits the picture and leaves you two alone. You can’t help but chuckle at the way jay was being so possessive yet so cute for you.

He sits up and changes his position from infront of you to beside you. Wrapping his arms around you securely, he rests his head on top of yours fondly before proceeding to continue the rest of the date with good vibes and love, love and endless adoration. 💞😌

ꕤ วαкє -

We know, our Jake is a very very very very chill guy

I mean he NEVER gets jealous or even pissed because he’s always so sweet mygod

At one point, you even question yourself whether he really cares enough to be affected when you’re mingling with some other guy or he’s just very good at keeping his jealousy low-key

So you make a plan with heeseung and decide to make Jake jealous. After all, he’s always so flirty w engenes, it was high time you paid him back 🙄

As planned, you went over to the Enha dorm that day and offered to cook ramen in their kitchen.

The dorm was empty and it was solely heejake at home so it made your opportunity perfect.

The moment jake heard you were gonna cook for him, he was SOO EXCITED, sim puppy jaeyun was literally wagging his (invisible) tail and swaying his head from side to side out of sheer happiness. 🥺

But when you do come out with the prepared ramen..you just have one bowl and you give it dotingly to heeseung, all the time maintaining a shy eye contact with him and ignoring your boyfriend.

Initially, jake is in denial seeing what was going on. He was confused and unable to process that you just denied his whole existence and prepared one bowl of ramen, THAT TOO FOR HEESEUNG, when he was the one waiting so eagerly for it. You even brushed your fingers with hee’s when he was holding the bowl.

Like hello ik that was a very mean prank, but serves him right for all the “date me baby” “call me tonight baby girl” crap he did with his fans 🙂

Jake looks in the other direction and pretends it’s okay, but boy oh boy, he’s so evidently UPSET

Like jealous what, he’s HURT :((

His poor sad expressions make you feel so guilty that you immediately rush to take him in your arms while saying it was a prank

Hearing the mention of prank, jake sighs pouting, burying his head in your chest (his fav cushion), draping his arms around you and whining to you like a toddler rushing to his mom for comfort.

“Baby how could you do that to me!! >.<“

“But you do that with engenes all the time. Tit for tat sweetie” you laugh mischievously.

“BUUUUTTT they’re my engenes ! That’s why baby you know..it’s nth like that. They’re fans..”

“Yeah I’m an engene too. And heeseung is enhypen too. See? I’m being flirty cause I’m his fan” you slap back with a perfect argument.

To this..Jake just can’t counter argue..so he just-

Gets back up and kisses you in the lips to shut you up 💋 (his endgame move to everything istg)

Now you too, make sure to give him a lot of kissy that night bc there there, you almost scarred your poor puppy for life…🥺

Jake is such a loving person that he’s gonna forget about what happened in the blink of an eye, as long as you give him a lot of hugs and affection. 💖🤲🏻

Aight, If you ever dare to pull that shit on him again, he might just tackle you on the bed and bite you like grrrrr😠😬 (he thinks he’s a wolf but in reality, he’s just a husky lmao)

ꕤ ѕυηցнσση -

Such a jelly boy and it’s 100% evident

Can’t even hide his jealousy istg

Seeing you cling to any person too much, even his members, makes him want to carry you and stick you to himself with glue !! But ofc he can’t do that

Cause he doesn’t wanna come off as an overprotective boyfriend who’s being too petty

However, when it’s coming from a stranger he can’t trust around you, that’s when he actually does something to express his annoyance

That one night when you were out on a date with hoon and he went to grab crepes for you from a nearby stall, you were standing under the street light and humming, waiting for your boyfriend

That’s when two guys who’ve been staring and smiling at you for a long while approach you and stand too close to you, making you flinch backwards from surprise.

“Hey….can I have your…phone number?” One of the tall guys asks you, half smirking in your direction.

“NO!” Sunghoon snaps loudly in a cold tone from behind, before you can even say anything. He comes up to you while eye-ying the guy scarily, making him withdraw from you.

“She’s my girlfriend.” Sunghoon clears his throat, grabbing your wrist possessively. “So you better stay away, okay?” He warns, taking a few inches towards the poor guy who was already intimated.

The stranger fumbles a stuttering apology and immediately sprints away from the scene, careful to never approach you ever again due to the threat.

“Wow..you looked hot when you were mad tho.” You wink and smile at him, taking his hands in yours and lightening the mood.

Even tho he was annoyed, your smile makes him melt on spot and he gives you a sweet nudge on your shoulder with his.

It’s a waste for him to ruin the romantic setting by sth so insignificant. Romantic chilly night, on an empty street, with the love of his life, now eating crepes. 💗

He gives you a kiss to the side of your head, before proceeding to share the sweet dessert he bought just for you! (And that too your fav flavour ;) )

ꕤ ѕυησσ -

Sunoo is definitely not that of a jealous or possessive person you know

If anything, he’s a super chill and smiley person who’s always happy-go-lucky!!

He doesn’t mind at all seeing you interact with guys or even hanging out with them cause he knows you’re his and he’s yours. :*

So to make him jealous, you have to do something extreme that catches his eyes and makes him feel protective of you

Like that one time when you were hanging out at your friend’s place with your bunch and he saw a pic of your guy friend wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you close to his chest. It was just a friendly pose but he seemed way too romantic. Plus, his flirty comments for you under that really agitated sunoo.

So what does he do now that he’s triggered?

He won’t waste his time conversing with that guy, he will directly go and post atleast 20 pics of you and him together on his sns.

Y’all holding hands, y’all brushing your cheeks with eachother, you sitting on his lap as he has his hands wrapped around your tummy, you kissing his cheek and what not. Publicly SHOWING OFF and slapping people on the faces by clarifying who owns you. (Cause come on, that’s our sassy boy ;) )😏 with ofc captions like “my baby my girl 💖” “we love eachother so much, don’t we?👩‍❤️‍👨” “da perfect couple 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨” blah blah blah.

And duh he loves it way more when you share those posts on your stories and post pics yourself. Which you obviously do cause your cute ddeonu being jealous was a sight to behold for sure! *~*

Sunoo just kisses you so so much that day when he meets you and cuddles you till air almost escapes your lungs lol. <333

ꕤ วυηցωση -

Goes into literal silent murderer mode 🔪

Like how😡 dare😠 someone 😡 else😠 TOUCH😡 his beloved girl 😠???!!

Good thing is that that someone was his dear baby bro ni ki that’s why he’s still a human being and not a corpse by now lmao

Jk, jungwon is a little envious by default and it comes from the fact that he loves you TOO MUCH :( he’s a person who doesn’t like nagging for your attention or affection so when he sees you giving it to someone else, he’s upset by it :(( </3

Ofc he appreciates you loving his members the same way he does, but when he sees ni ki rest his head on your shoulder and laugh at a meme you’re showing him on your phone, jungwon is a tad bit (okay by tad bit I mean a lot) jealous. Jealous because you were being more clingy than needed.

Initially, he just watches from the corner of the room and tries to convince himself that he’s overreacting and being dramatic, but literally 2 milliseconds later, he’s gone to intrude the scene and claim his girl back in his arms !! >.<

Goes in between you and ni ki and silently SHOVES HIM AWAY FROM YOU FOR REAL. Shamelessly sits in between you two and rests his head on your shoulder INSTEAD.

And ofc y’all get the hint that baby cat was being possessive of you! >.<

And that’s like so cute that..you can’t help but smile BIGG! 🥺

And so does ni ki..but the moment he tries to laugh at his hyung, jungwon turns his head to glare at him and pass his silent threat 🙂

So poor maknae just exits the room to give you guys privacy like you deserve

Jungwon acts SO clingy with you now that it’s impossible to not give him attention. Like he brushes his chin with your shoulder and reaches out for your hands and plays with your fingers softly.

Intertwines your hands together and nudges his hair with your neck to make you tickle and laugh >~< <3

This is ✨ yang jungwon ✨ style of letting you know he’s asking for your love. “ I won’t tell you I’m needy but please love me because I’m needy” style ahem. 🤭

Hence you do. You leave the phone and see the way his eyes light up immediately, expecting sth from you.

You cup his cheekies and give him a smol peck on his lips that finally makes him smile like a (lovesick maniac) happy boy.

Jungwon is so caught up about what happened that, that night he’s gonna make sure you can’t leave him and go to someone else. He lies his head on YOUR LEG and crosses his arms through another, to tie you down to him.

But when you ask, he’s gonna straight up deny tho

“Wonie..*laughs* are you being jealous right now?”

“No? Why would I? 🤨 your legs are just comfy. That’s it.”

But aight, you get his intention right?? <33

No complains tho, cause who tf would complain when the cutest kitten of the century is wrapped around your leg like a babie?😍🥹 (yeah you basically just won at life so ssh)

ꕤ ηι кι -

Now it was time to get your revenge on the prank master, aka your boyfriend ni ki 😠

Like in all seriousness…how can you ever forgive him for swapping your oreo filling with toothpaste and ruin your fav snack 🙄

So you decide to pull a prank to make him jealous. You’ve never seen him get possessive of you, so it was a kill two bird with one stone opportunity! ;)

And you do so with his precious sunoo-hyung who was quite oblivious of the situation too

You visit their dorm with a pack of snacks, and while you all were munching on it together, you offer to FEED sunoo from your bag of chips even before he asked.

“Hey sunoo!! Try this.” You shove the chip to his lips, going “aah” and feeding him fondly.

That ofc catches niki’s attention and he’s in D E N I A L

Like what the hell??????????????

He was seated right there but you didn’t share your snacks with him but look at you being all lovey smiley with sunoo!!!! *inserts angry ducky emoji to represent ni ki*

Ni ki right away snatches the packet from you angrily and chomps down all the remaining chips, before handing over the empty packet to you with furrowed brows.

“Now go fEeD yOuR sUnOo” he rolls his eyes at you, passing his mocking comment that was radiating his fuming jealousy.

The maknaes comment just makes the whole room, including you, laugh out loud, ticking him off even more.

He proceeds to exit the room from irritancy but you grab him immediately and pull him into a hug.

“Yosh yoshy..calm down my big baby.” You wheeze, patting him on the back to cool him off haha.

But,he looks at you like an angry duckling the whole time too..cause baby is just not convinced

When his hyungs leave the room tho, his true colours come out and he rests his head on your lap and complains in the most heart melting way possible-

“Kay…I’ll forgive you if you uh…feed me too. 😒💕😠” he whispers and opens his mouth up wide for you ! 🥺

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Tagging : @boowoowho @heejakeysworld @miraculouspabu my sweeties <3

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gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff ch. 4 a day in the life of a hot soccer player

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, mentions of weed, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ chapter. 4/x (probably 12)

ᰔ words. 3.4k

a/n. yay for gojo pov chapter! i originally tried writing this from reader's pov but it wasn't really working for some reason so i switched it up.

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Gojo Satoru was never really the type of guy to be serious to just one woman. He had a sort of rotation of women that he'd go through every couple of weeks. Now wait, before you think he's an asshole, he once tried to have a serious girlfriend in college. But he quickly realized that it's really difficult to coordinate down time. When he's taking an exam, she's calling to ask if he's free. When he's off practice, she's got work. Once a week ended up being all he could really see her. And for a guy with a sex drive as high as his, that just wasn't enough. But having multiple women meant more chances of at least one of their schedules lining up with when he’s free, and bam, he was getting laid on a consistent basis. Okay, now you can think he's an asshole.

He knew he was a bit of a slut, a manwhore, a player, whatever the girls in his Instagram comments liked to tease him about. But it felt good to be those things because for some weird reason it gave him confidence. It was just a stupid, primal, egotistic, caveman feeling that's probably carved into the DNA of every man out there. He can't help it.

Turns out he just really likes it when people rely on him. He likes it when his teammates entrust him with the winning goal during the final moments of a match, he likes it when women put their pleasure at his mercy during sex, and something within his stupid, primal, egotistic, caveman mind really liked it when you had that intent spark in your eye asking him to help you achieve something for your dreams.

Gojo lay in his bed, ankles crossed and rested up on a pile of folded laundry at the end of the bed. One of his hands was tucked behind his head that was resting on a couple of pillows, and his other hand was scrolling through his phone.

This weekend’s party was a bit more exclusive with each member of the frat only getting two invites for the list. There were restricted parties like this in the past, and Gojo very rarely used his plus-ones/twos. Most of his friends were already from the frat, and most of the hot sorority girls would be invited by other dudes anyways. But this time, he was considering inviting you.

His mind wanders to that first night he met you at that party. You looked slightly different in person compared to your photos, a bit edgier than the soft persona captured by the candids on your social media that your friends took of you. Gojo scoffs at himself when he remembers how worked up he got over the belief that this random girl he Instagram DM’d was insinuating she would be down to fuck that night, some arrangement where he shows her a damn good time as a reward for bringing her roommate to his friend. It was a pretty sexy scenario in his head. Despite the hindsight he has now, for Gojo that kind of thing wasn’t an insane thing to assume. Excuse him for sounding a bit arrogant, but women tended to blatantly throw themselves at him pretty much everywhere he went. And besides, you were cute, so maybe a part of it was just his wishful thinking, too.

You were like a deer in headlights at that party. He watched as you looked around the room at one point in the night, searching for something before you disappeared into a hallway. When he finally had you alone to himself in the kitchen, and he realized all you wanted to drink all night was water, the prospect of a casual hookup seemed to be slipping further and further away from his grasp.

But his chest filled with a different, unfamiliar feeling when you mentioned what you really wanted from him, and he’s been chasing that feeling ever since.

Right now, he just wanted to see you again. He hated how you seemed to just abruptly leave any time the two of you were together, which has only been twice so far, but still. He wanted to see you in something that wasn’t just a plain t-shirt and jeans (although that was definitely his favorite clothing on a woman most of the time). He wanted to know what you were like when you were a little bit tipsy, maybe even a little bit drunk. Were you talkative? Emotional? Touchy? Flirty?

Gojo’s thumb hovers over the Instagram chat that had your name on it. He should really just ask you for your number at this point.

When Gojo clicked on the chat and used it to go to your profile, he noticed you posted some more photos. Just a slideshow of your life recently. Some pictures of flowers you spotted on what looked like a bike ride judging from the shadow, a cake you baked recently for a friend’s birthday, a snapshot of a cat running away in an alleyway. The last picture was a black and white photo looking through a soccer goal net towards a tree in the distance, and Gojo quickly recognized it as the one on UTokyo’s practice field.

His thumb double taps the post and then he’s back to the page with your messages. He had reached out to you again after Monday's practice saying that the team was doing another practice match on Thursday, which was yesterday, but you mentioned you were busy working on something for a club you’re in.

An iMessage notification pops up at the top of his phone from one of his frat brothers.

|| 3:12pm ryota the GOATa: gotta finish sending out qr codes. you got the names/insta handles for your invites tonight? or you just not gonna invite anyone like usual?

He sighs, wondering what to do, when he ultimately decides against inviting you. You were probably busy with something anyways, and he didn't want to experience the disappointment of you saying you can't come if he does ask, fearing that there might be a reason that didn’t have anything to do with an accumulating pile of class assignments. It’s a bit of a cop out, he knows that, but whatever. You very clearly told him that the two of you weren’t friends.

He types out a message that reads yea my homie @ThePope, pls. Also, your mom to which Ryota replies fuck off.

Even though there was no practice today, Gojo felt like he just needed to get out of the house for a bit. There were too many thoughts in his head, most of them about you, and he didn’t like it. He wants to be smooth-brained Gojo that just thinks about soccer and partying. He slides his legs over to the edge of his bed and sits up, inhaling and exhaling harshly, before standing up in resolution and heading to his closet. He pulls his soft cotton t-shirt over his head in favor of an athletic long sleeve and pulls on a pair of sweatpants over his SpongeBob boxer briefs (don’t make fun of him, please).

When Gojo opens his door, he’s hit with the smell of food cooking and with the noise of two of his roommates, probably Sota and Hide, yelling profanities with video game sound effects in the background. He walks downstairs, pushing his left arm through the sleeve of his shirt.

“Hey, where are you going? We don’t have practice today,” Geto asks from the kitchen as he flips his quesadilla on the pan, spilling a bunch of its contents everywhere. “Shit.”

“I know we don’t,” Gojo says, tilting his neck from side to side to loosen it up. “Just going for a run.” He extends his right arm across his chest, holding it in a stretch, and grunts a little.

“Ah, yes, our star player,” Geto muses as he wipes the counter down.

Gojo twists his torso to stretch out his back and releases a slow exhale from how good it felt. “Gotta keep that stamina up,” he says, “for more reasons than one.”

Geto lets out an annoyed sigh from where he’s washing his hands at the sink. They both watch Hide almost chuck his controller at the TV before Sota stops him. By the entryway, Gojo slips on his running shoes and puts his airpods in his ears, then he’s out the door.

The weather is nice. It’s pretty sunny, a bit hotter than Gojo was expecting, but he wanted to work up a sweat anyways. He taps at his smartwatch and realizes his running app isn’t working, so he shrugs and just decides to guess what running six miles feels like.

As he’s running, his mind wanders to you again. The last time he saw you out on the field, you had a strange expression on your face. It seemed like you were in a rush to leave, which is fine, but it was like you refused to make eye contact with him. Was it something he said? Or something he did? It probably was, he had a habit of fucking things up with people sometimes, but he doesn’t really know what he could’ve done for you to avoid him. Your messages back to him have been pretty curt and weirdly polite, too.

Somewhere lost in his thoughts, six miles turns into twelve and he’s drenched in sweat by the time he makes it back to the house at around 6PM. Taking two steps at a time up the stairs, he gets into the shower and gets himself fresh, then throws on a black t-shirt, some black joggers, and non-cartoon-related underwear.

He finally checks his phone for the first time after coming home from his run and sees a bunch of new DMs and messages but none were from you. And the fact that he was still thinking about you after running nearly half a marathon had him annoyed. Which is why he’s grateful for the party tonight. Alcohol and sex typically made most things better.

When Gojo runs into Geto in the loft and asks him about his plans tonight, Geto says he’s got an essay to write so he’ll leave for the house party probably closer to midnight. Gojo calls Nanami, who says he’s not going until Geto gets there because until then there would be no one to buffer Gojo’s fucking idiocracy throughout the night (his exact words). Apparently, Chosou’s still sick with food poisoning. When he checks with Hide and Sota, they say they’re going to go but only after pregaming at a sorority party, which Gojo has no patience for. Todo says he’ll be there from dusk ‘til dawn, of course. He sees a bunch of texts in the fraternity group chat that he has muted, as well as a lot of DMs from girls, asking when he’s going to show up but he doesn’t respond to anyone and decides to just go whenever he feels like it.

He ends up leaving home by himself at around 11pm, the walk to the host house taking eight minutes. He walks by some other houses that were having incredibly crowded parties, probably for the people that weren’t invited out to this one, and the smell of weed in the air causes him to scrunch his nose. When he walks up the driveway of the house, he sees Ryota at the door, scanning people’s phones and ushering them inside.

“Hey, man,” Gojo greets Ryota with a solid grab of his hand and slap on the back.

“What’s up, dude.” He returns the greeting.

“Did your mom make it?” Gojo asks.

“Just get the fuck inside,” Ryota says, pointing to the entrance behind him with his thumb.

When Gojo enters the house, the flashing lights temporarily blind him until his eyes quickly readjust. The DJ had the bass-boosted all the way up to where Gojo could feel the music in his bones and his lips curl up into a smile at the excitement running through his veins. It was mostly dark inside, except for the sporadic lighting from the couple of light fixtures near the DJ’s console, and people seemed to move in slow motion as they were briefly illuminated every other second.

Gojo hears some people call his name, but he makes it straight towards the back where he knows the drinks are and downs a couple of shots of tequila before he even considers talking to a single person.

“Yo, dude, you’re here,” he hears Sota say from behind him and he turns around. Sota and Hide are both barely standing up straight with their arms around two sorority girls each. It seems somewhere along the night the two of them had lost their shirts. “Did Geto come with you?”

Gojo shakes his head, making eye contact with one of the girls that was tucked to Hide’s side. “Nah, he’s still working on his essay.” Sota mutters something like lame and Gojo notices the girl miming an obvious blowjob gesture while looking him straight in the eyes. He ignores it and turns around to face the drinks table again, working on mixing himself a drink. He was clearly not shit-faced enough to deal with anything right now.

There’s people yelling in the backyard and Gojo spots Yuuji through the window doing a keg stand outside. He’s about to make his way over there to bear witness too until someone’s grabbing at the back of his shirt.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Gojo fucking Satoru,” he hears a voice call and he sighs, turning around.

Shoko’s standing in front of him, wearing an extremely cropped shirt and a denim skirt, with a couple of her friends by her side. They have their sorority’s symbols drawn across their cheeks in sparkly paint that matches their equally as sparkly makeup.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Shoko fucking Ieiri,” he mimics her with a smirk on his face, “oh, and, uh, friends? Never met you two before.”

One of the girls beside her rolls her eyes. “We’ve fucked like twice,” she scowls, crossing her arms, and then she looks up at the ceiling to ponder something before looking back down at him again, “actually, I’m pretty sure three times.”

“You’re not the only one with a busted memory, sweetheart,” he says and he’s about to continue towards the backyard when Shoko walks in front of him, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him backwards a bit, the movement causing some of the drink in his hand to spill. She’s standing up on her tiptoes and then clenching the fabric of his shirt in her hand, pulling him down towards her.

“You in the mood to make out tonight?” she asks him, biting down on her lip, and Gojo’s eyes are quick to watch the action.

“Sure, but later,” he says casually. Again, not quite shit-faced enough to deal with any of this yet. He grabs her wrist and pulls her hand from his shirt then makes it to the backyard, exchanging greetings with some of his frat brothers on the way there, and makes work of the absolutely horrendous cocktail he’s mixed up for himself as he watches Yuuji entertain the masses.

The night goes on, Gojo getting progressively more alcohol into his system until he’s worked up a steady buzz and finds himself about ready to do a backflip off the patio roof in front of a bunch of cheering people when Geto has to convince him to get down.

“Dude, I’ve literally been here for two minutes,” Geto grumbles.

Gojo slings his arm around his best friend, half in camaraderie and half for support. “I missed you, man, where have you been?” Gojo drawls in Geto’s ears, clearly a bit drunk, and Geto doesn’t even bother answering him as he’s walking him back inside.

When the two of them spot Sota and Hide by a beer pong table, they make their way over. Gojo sobers up a bit when he realizes Todo isn’t there.

“Yo, where’s the king of beer pong at?” Gojo asks, his speech slightly slurred.

Nanami, who had his arms crossed and was leaning back against the wall, shrugs slightly. “He said he’d come later.”

“But he said he’d be here from dusk ‘til dawn!” Gojo’s whining loudly near Geto’s ear and the dark-haired man winces at the volume.

“Alright, let’s sit down,” Geto says and the two of them make their way to the set of couches in the center of the living room where some people were chatting, some were (hopefully) sleeping, and others were getting handsy.

Gojo slumps down on one of the couches, relishing in the comfort, and when he spots Chosou next to him he’s convinced he’s hallucinating. “What the fuck, aren’t you supposed to be sick?”

Chosou shrugs and glances up at Gojo from the screen of his phone, leg bouncing up and down impatiently. “Nah, I was never sick. Just had an exam to study for and had to get out of practice somehow.”

Gojo’s about to get angry at him but instead he just sinks further into the couch and throws his head back to look up at the ceiling, a sudden wave of melancholy washing over him. He was at this party, alcohol running through his veins, yet there was this feeling inside of him that he just couldn’t shake. It was some type of disappointment, an emptiness, like despite everything going on around him he was still missing something.

“This seat taken?”

He tips his head back down and sees Shoko in front of him. His line of sight follows the direction of her pointed finger until he sees that she’s gesturing to his lap where he was very obnoxiously man-spreading.

“Nah, but I was saving it for you,” he says with a grin and she’s rolling her eyes as she takes a seat on his thigh. She seems a bit tipsy herself, giggling at the pinch he gives her at her hip. Ah, yes, Gojo realizes the emptiness he was feeling was probably from the fact that he has yet to get laid tonight.

“Satoruuuu, take me upstairs,” she’s purring in his ear and he shakes his head.

“Jesus, Shoko, relax,” he hisses, already feeling arousal building up inside him. But he himself had no interest in putting any of this on pause.

The details are irrelevant, but she’s gotten him up on his feet, her hand wrapped around his wrist, and dragging him along with her upstairs. Somewhere in Gojo’s hazed and horny mind, he swears he hears a familiar voice downstairs, one that makes his heart skip a beat in his chest, but Shoko’s busy pulling him into the dark hallway upstairs and eventually into the bathroom.

Gojo closes the door behind him, watching as Shoko quickly hops up onto the counter, and it’s not long before she spreads her thighs for him to take his place in front of her and start kissing her. Her hands grab onto his shirt, impatient with the fabric, and he starts trailing kisses down her neck as she wraps her legs around his waist.

“Hey…” she sighs when his mouth reaches her collarbone, “d-did you lock the door?”

“Huh? Yeah, think so,” he mumbles against her skin, hand playing with the hem of her top.

Those were Gojo’s famous last words when the two of them suddenly heard the door open, hinges creaking, and in his periphery he sees that it’s opened almost half-way when the movement stops.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” a voice squeaks out and Gojo’s blood runs cold. He turns his head to face the entrance of the bathroom, and then he sees you.

You, in your plain t-shirt and jeans, standing in the hallway with your hand wrapped around the doorknob, blinking as the recognition of his face registers in your mind.

Gojo Satoru was never really the type of guy to be serious to just one woman. Yet for some reason, when he sees you staring at him with wide eyes, and with the faintest hint of hurt in your expression, what he was doing suddenly felt so wrong.

a/n. thanks soooo much for reading!

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OUTERBANKS: THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AU — THE LORE ♡

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CW: depressing tones, violence, death, blood, gore.

AN: okay, so i don’t really know what this is — but i wanted to open this up as an au i could write drabbles for with reader x character and i decided to write some extensive lore behind the universe i’m creating. i’ve always loved zombie media so i wanted to combine my fav things n create this little au for you guys. this isn’t really a fic but more so an opener to inspire drabble requests n ideas in my inbox, kind of like an experimentation. okay, hope you enjoy !! ౨ৎ

“We got gate one locked down, I repeat Pope— we got gate one locked down. Proceed with opening gate two. Over.”

“Got it, thanks JJ. Over.”

The squealing of mechanics shakes the dusty ground as the old gates begin to slowly slide, squealing as they open up revealing the long forest road up ahead. John B readies himself for a simple supply stake out, headed out alone to check out an old warehouse one of the runners had scoped out a week prior. As he exits the gates, he looks right and then looks left — stepping on the squishy skull of a previously dealt with Infected, its body lulling out from the old rickety grafitti’d sign reading Kitty Hawk.

The world went to shit back in 2020. Some sort of pandemic that had people biting others, their brains overpowered by aggression and hunger for flesh. One day everyone was cleaning up the beaches after Storm Agatha, the next day people were tearing into flesh right infront of your very eyes. At first, the people of the Outerbanks had moved out onto their boats, living out on the water with the occasional supply run. It worked for a while, the infected couldn’t swim so as long as your boat was afloat — you were safe from their bloody unforgiving jaws. However, supplies started to run out pretty fast, and people began to turn on eachother. Hopping boats and pirating until no one was left standing and the water was tainted with blood— the infected gathered on the shore to feast on the bodies slowly being washed up by the tide.

The pogues had found you by week six, your body curled on the pier by the Chateau crying into your hands having lost everyone you’d ever known. You were sure to soon perish— no supplies, no weapons, no food. Life had become bleak, hopeless — until for the first time in your life you’d felt the cold barrel of a pistol pressed to the back of your head.

“Who are you and why are you out here?” Kiara barks, a khaki green bandana tied to cover her nose and mouth.

“I’m— i’m just looking for shelter. I don’t have any weapons on me I swear I’m safe, please just —”

“Are you bit?”

“No!”

“Turn around.”

When you slowly turn, you’re met with two female faces, one more familiar than the other. Besides Kiara stands Sarah Cameron— a girl you went to school with. She looks more unsure than Carerra, hand resting on the pocket knife wedging out of the waistband to her denim shorts.

“I don’t think she’s bit Kie… hey, I think I know this girl.”

It was Sarah who had convinced Kiara to bring you back to the Chateau and let you stay. It was also Sarah who got you accustomed, explaining the role everyone played. She was a negotiator, her social ranking in the old world aiding her in communicating with people outside of the barricades they’d made. Kie was in charge of supplies, stock take and recruiting. She decided who was in and who was out. Pope was the brains, did all the mathematical equations to help the group understand their circumstances and chances of survival better. JJ, a fighter — most skilled in dealing with firearms and building bombs, which came in pretty handy when clearing out what was left of Kitty Hawk. John B was their leader, he often came up with the main strategies and stuck his neck out on the line.

Everyone was their own cog in the well oiled machine they’d built to aid them in surviving an apocalypse. It was uncertain what you could bring to the group until you’d mentioned that you’d been studying to be a nurse.

“S’good thing you come in useful ‘cus I was totally gonna suggest we use you as bait. Y’know, cos of the whole doe eyed damsel in distress thing you got goin’ on.” JJ jests with a smirk, and you don’t miss the way his eyes linger on you to make sure you knew he was only kidding around.

You became a lot more useful for patching people up once you’d cleared out Kitty Hawk. The pogues and yourself had began to collect a larger group of survivors, creating a small town to live in what once was the behavioural-correctional camp. You’d collected gardeners, seamstresses, doctors — people of all ages looking for shelter and safety to live in the many dormitories the land had to offer. You had the evening shifts, patching up any runners that had return from their time outside of the gates with injuries.

You remember the day Sarah got bit so clearly.

The Twinkie had come barrelling through the gates so fast, the townspeople that protected the entrances barely getting them open in time before the vehicle was speeding in— Kiara and John B ushering the blonde out the doors yelling out for you urgently with devastation in their voices, begging you to amputate the arm she’d been bitten on.

The pogues had gone for what was promised to be a civil meeting with Ward and Rafe Cameron. The two had taken over what was left of Kildare, creating a strong colony in a gated community that Ward had just come into possession of right before the outbreak. They were feared, respected — and they wanted Sarah to return to them.

Of course, the meeting was a set up— and when Sarah had refused to go with them — they opened fire, attracting rogue infected to swarm in on the group. In the chaos, Sarah was bitten — and JJ in a fit of rage had shot Ward Cameron straight through the skull infront of his only son. This started an all out war.

You recall arriving to Sarah, and your heart sinking. It was definitely too late, her eyes blood shot and skin uncharacteristically pale. She was whispering “Its okay.” Over and over. You wasn’t sure if she was convincing you or herself.

Kiara took her out to the forest to put her out of her misery before she got the chance to turn into one of the brainless monsters that had existed outside the gates. She was stronger than you could ever be, holding back her tears as she aims the barrel to the blondes head. You weren’t there, but you heard the gunshot as you were patching up JJ who was skimmed by a bullet. You slept by his side that night without uttering a word about it.

Everyone got a little more serious from that point on. You often stared at the heart with her initials she’d carved into her old bunkbed that now sits empty in her dorm, her things laid out like she was still coming back to collect them one day. John B got a little more stern as a leader, over protective of you as he made it clear he didn’t believe you’d be able to protect yourself out there — banning you from leaving the gates. JJ became a more ferocious fighter, busying himself with target practice out in the forest shooting bullseyes each day to ensure he could quickly take down whoever he needed to. Pope got more reserved, more moody — hanging out by himself infront of maps or in the radio room with Kie trying to find new survivors. Occasionally, just occasionally — the bunch of you would get together and drink round a camp fire. Things would feel normal again, just for one night — the group laughing and telling stories the same way they might have done before the outbreak.

You wondered how long this could last, if there was ever an end to any of this. You also wondered if there was a reason to it all happening, if you were being punished for the way you’d behaved as human beings. Mostly though, on a day to day basis— you wondered when Rafe Cameron would return for his revenge. It was only a matter of time.

#jj maybank prompt #john b prompt #rafe cameron prompt #pope heyward prompt #apocalypse!au

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