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uwahh anyone pleasee T0T)// ...,, i can't find a gn!reader or fem!reader x scara fic as their adopted child!!@^#rdGHrw&#q@*#* help me find one😭😭😭😭😭 and if possible, its tag(s) would be angst-angst w/ no comfort or angst-fluff or just pure fluff onggsgdfhds-- and also, imagine one of the lines of reader is from this song, and as for scara this ✨✨. ....... ahem,, please excuse me for this sudden behavior ^ ^)7

a lil edit by me ♡

s/n: plss im just so desperate.. 🥹🥹 i only see it on yt comms :'>

Off the Record | Muzan Kibutsuji x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, MDNI, food play (with wine), fingering, squirting (first-time ayyyye), oral sex fem! receiving, raw sex, rough sex, reader gets that good stuff, cum on chest

word count: 2.4k

a/n: guys I may have an addiction to the Demon Slayer cast... will I seek help for it...? Absolutely not.

His eyes gleam with the soft glow of the light over your head. Behind him are massive windows that show the cityscape of modern-day Tokyo, the twinkling neon lights like stars you could touch. You’d always dreamed of coming into this building, but never had you thought you’d be sitting here – across from the biggest name in Japan and quite frankly, the world. 

It made your whole body buzz with child-like excitement. As an interviewer, you had to scrape by on nothing until the right opportunities presented themselves. When your boss specifically asked for you to hold the in-house interview, you knew this was your big break.

“So, Mr.Kibutsuji, the paparazzi have difficulty finding you.” He smirks, leaning back against the large couch he sat on across from you – only a table separating you from the mysterious man. 

He peers off to the side, studying a magnificent piece of artwork on his wall. “It’s because I don’t want them to.” He blinks the crimson of his eyes back on your sweet face. His answer is matter-of-fact and if he went on like this, the interview would surely be a bust. 

You laugh politely, looking down at your approved list of questions. The thumping in your chest tells you that this isn’t a good idea, but you set it firmly down on the table in front of you, grinning up at the worldwide star. “Is that so? Mind if I ask you some questions off the record?” You scoot to the edge of your seat, watching as the ravenette perks up at your question. 

It intrigued him. He asked for an inexperienced rookie to simply ask him the questions on the sheet and not pry into his carefully secluded life. Yet, here you were, the questionnaire already on the table with a perky smile on your lips. Muzan feels the corner of his mouth quirk into a grin. He blows out a breath, gesturing in a circular motion freely with one of his hands still strung across the back of the couch. “You’re going to no matter what, so why not give you what you want?” He hums, distracted by the way your knees part ever so slightly to position yourself more comfortably on his furniture. A jolt of electricity pulses through him, shocking him into meeting your intense gaze. 

Muzan Kibutsuji had spent a millennium disregarding the way women made him feel. Never had one interested him enough to break focus on his goals. Sex was something to break the silence of failure, not anything to spend his time on. But you… you were a carefully crafted complexity of sexual frustration. 

He runs his tongue along the inside of his mouth, suddenly parched for a taste of anything. The ringing of your laughter snaps him out of his daze momentarily. “Yes well, I’m known to be pushy when I want something.” 

Me too, Muzan thought. You open your mouth as if you’re about to start, but then you pause, screwing your lips shut. “Before we start, do you mind if we get something to drink? I’m dry as a mouse over here.” You mess with your fingers nervously wondering if that was the correct thing to ask. 

Muzan lifts a brow. “I was unaware mice got dry.” Nevertheless, he lifts himself off the couch. “But that is acceptable. If you’ll follow me to the kitchen?” He walks around the side of the table, offering you a hand. You gulp, tentatively putting your hand in his. 

He guides you to the kitchen island, pulling out a seat for you. You thank him with a nod of your head, gratefully climbing onto the stool. Setting down the tape recorder on the counter, you glance around the silver and white area. The kitchen is just as dim as the living room, the lack of light only making the slight brush of Muzan’s arm against your back send shivers down your spine. “I’ve always wanted to come into this building,” you blurt before cursing lightly under your breath. “Well, er, I mean to say… thank you. I’m grateful for this experience.” You ramble to cover up the embarrassing fact that you basically just admitted you’re poor. Muzan chuckles lowly, the sound rumbling around your head as he sets two wine glasses on the marble countertop. 

“Château Lafite 1869?” He lifts an expensive-looking bottle in the air. You catch a glimpse of the label, a detailed depiction of some sort of mansion with trees around it. He pours the red liquid into the cups, the noise filling the silence. When he’s done he picks both glasses up by the stem of their neck, setting one down in front of you. The aroma is divine. “My turn for a question.” Muzan leans against the lip of the island, staring into the pool of wine in his glass. He swirls it around, glancing up at you. “Just how thankful are you?” He questions.

You smile, bringing the glass to your lips and letting a bit of the wine fill your mouth. Muzan watches you with swept attention. The flavor is complex but you catch a hint of spiciness hit the back of your throat. You set the wine glass down, trying to think of a response. “You’ve done it all wrong,” Muzan’s brows are furrowed as he stalks toward you. He grabs hold of the glass, dipping his finger into it. Your eyes widen when he drags the pad of his finger along your lips. Subconsciously you part your lips, breathing shakily as you daringly dart your tongue out. 

His eyes light up like an inferno, capturing your chin his nostrils flare. “So thankful I’d do anything.” You sputter out against the hard grasp he has on your chin. He rolls his lips under his teeth, huffing out a laugh. 

His free hand grabs your ass, spinning you around on the stool so you’re straddling him. “Is that so darlin’?” He flings your head to the side, the motion making you fall against the back of the counter. “You figure you don’t have what it takes to succeed so you’ll suck my cock, is that it?” He mummers, dragging the back of his hand down your exposed neck. 

Your body heats as you narrow your eyes. “No, that not-” You shut your mouth when his gaze locks onto yours. 

His hands find their way to your thighs, pressing them apart and savoring how your skirt rids up the plush skin. “Oh come on, you even wore a skirt. You knew what you were doing. Off the record? Please, that’s so they won’t hear you screaming my name back at the office,” He squeezes the skin of your thigh, causing you to hiss out in pain. “But I can fix that.” He smirks, running his fingers over the bruised skin. 

You pant heavily as you watch him devour you with his gaze. “We,” You gasp as he somehow rips your shirt to shreds. You regard the fabric of the once nice shirt that covered your torso now falling to the floor – parts of it still clinging to your body. 

The man in front of you runs a hand through his hair, grinning at the sight before him. “That’s more like it,” He hums, plucking the clasp on your back apart, letting your bra slide down your shoulders. “By all means, if you were about to mention the interview, continue asking me questions.” He pushes further between your thighs, flicking your nipple. You groan, the sensitive bud growing stiff. Muzan scoffs. “Though I doubt you’ll be able to.” 

He gathers liquid on two of his fingers, shoving them into your mouth. You squeak at the rough plunge, but your tongue sucks around the earthy tones of the wine. “Hmm, I think I’d rather like the look of you on my counter. Up you go.” You’re being lifted suddenly onto the island. Your skirt is around your hips, the cold of the counter on your ass making you squirm around. “Spread your legs.” He instructs, inspecting how you shyly part your legs, revealing your naked pussy. He scoffs again, tilting his head with a smug expression. 

You turn your cheek against the counter, flushing with embarrassment. “Don’t laugh,” You whine, pouting as the heat of his hand traverses up your leg. 

Muzan’s fingers graze the area of your inner thigh with lecherous intent. “Don’t be embarrassed, I don’t blame you for wanting to fuck me.” Your eyes flutter shut as he draws circles around your mound, playing with your emotions like they were an appetizer. “Besides, I’m going to fuck you real good,” His fingers slide into your pussy, exploring the new area. You groan, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation. “Hmph, already so wet. You sure did come hot and slick.” He muses, using his thumb to press into your swollen clit. 

A hand clamps over your mouth as you writhe against his ministrations. “Fuck, sir-” Muzan shoves his fingers deeper, aggressively reaching for your throat. His massive hand wraps around the span of your throat, squeezing your windpipes. 

“Call me that again,” He commands, the fire in his eyes now dark and blown out. You huff out tiny breaths, nodding your head. He removes his hand slowly dragging it down your navel, before gripping the side of your thigh. His fingers curl deeper inside of you and your eyes widen. 

A panted moan falls from your lips as he continues. “Just like that, yes, please sir,” He smirks, pushing down on your clit. A yelp echoes around the kitchen at the sudden pressure. 

Muzan lavishes in the way your throat has a red ring around it, marks from him spotting your body in a gorgeous display of possession. “Such a good girl for me,” He growls, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste your arousal. You watch him with the swell of desire wrapping its claws into your core. “What a wonderful pairing with the Rothschild.” He mutters, grabbing one of the glasses and swigging the liquid into his mouth. 

A devious grin paints his face as he lowers the glass, meeting your gaze. He tips the glass against your stomach, letting the dark red wine trickle tributaries down your greedy cunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll clean you up.” Muzan’s mouth is hungrily lapping at your folds, delighted noises streaming from him as he savors the taste. “Intoxicating,” He huffs, swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking hard on the sensitive area. 

Your throat is sore from the way whimpering moans string together shakily. Your stomach is pulsing with a sensation unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. If he didn’t stop, you felt like you might explode. “M-Muzan,” You begin, huffing out his name. He hums against your folds but doesn’t stop. “Ah, ah,” You start to shake against him, the ravenette pumping his fingers inside of you while licking your clit savagely. “F-ck, m’gonna, hngh haaa ahhh,” 

Muzan’s mouth curls deliciously as your back arches off the counter. Then, with a few bucks of your hips, wetness sprays from your pussy. You shiver as the squirting continues, your body twitching with untouched pleasure. Breathing seems impossible as Muzan licks his lips. “What a wonderful show, but unfortunately we’re still not done.” He pulls you down the counter, lining the apex of your thighs against the bulge in his pants. 

Your eyes widen, he can’t be serious. You were barely conscious after whatever just happened. Did he expect you to go all night? What was this man made of? He frees his cock, the tip slapping against your sensitive cunt. You squeeze your eyes shut. How is it that big? It didn’t feel that big when it was pressed against your thigh. Holy shit. Was he going to put that thing in you? “You’re gonna take all of it,” he begins, pushing the head against your slick. You blink open your eyes, pushing yourself up on your elbows to observe his length disappear inside. A strained hiss slips past your lips, Muzan rolling his hips into yours. “Fuck, your pussy should do all our interviews from now on, damn,” He groans, digging the nails of his fingers into your flesh. “You’re gobbling me up,” He meets your gaze, a growing rhythm snapping his cock into you. You throw your head back, moaning his name like it was a prayer. He felt like he’d been doing this a lot longer than any person you’d ever been with. 

Muzan pushes his thick length further, humming in satisfaction as your walls flutter around him. You couldn’t think, all rational thought was flung out of his huge windows the moment he pulled out that bottle of wine. “Ngh, f’so good, mmmngah,” 

He finds it delightful the way your pussy grabs his cock like it wants more. You had a magnificently fucked out face, your eyes rolled back in your head as your mouth hung open. With each compression of your chest, a hoarse whine pushes back out. Frankly, it was music to his ears. So he grabs the recorder you’d set down earlier, pressing the little red button. He grins as the timer starts ticking again. “Such a good slut for me,” He muses, slapping his balls against your ass as he pounds your pretty pussy. “Your cunt is lovin’ this,” He thrusts deeper and deeper until all you can manage is mewling little noises. 

As you grow closer to your second climax, you rest your back on the counter, enjoying the way the cool stone feels against your sweaty back. “Come on darlin’, is that all you got? This why you wanted me off the record? To fuck you silent?” He chuckles, glancing at the recorder next to your trembling thighs. “What a sneaky vixen, is this how you treat all your clients mmm? Offering your pretty pussy with fluttering doe eyes?” He groans, nearing his own wash of pleasure. “Well, on the record, you belong to me now. Got it? You’re my whore whenever I want.” 

His thrusts grow rapid, burrowing his cock inside of you like his life depended on it. With this life of failure, he’d finally found something worth trying to succeed for. Muzan could feel the old vigor seeping into his veins. He pulls out, pumping his cock until a strangled moan escapes his lips, cum landing on your breasts. He’s a panting mess as he takes in what he’s done to you. A puddle of Rothschild and your arousal soaks the wood of the floor. He picks up the tape recorder, bringing it to his lips. “You hear that, Hashira scum? I made your bitch scream my name.” 

Hannya Mist | Giyu Tomioka x demon fem!reader

Warnings: aphrodisiac (kind of?), touching, boobs, Giyu's first time seeing boobs (#I'm so proud of him), fight for control, first blow job, mentions of sexual fantasies, and mortal enemies kind of sexy for each other heheheh word count: 2.1k a/n: Giyu... my baby. Virgin just fits you so perfectly, but when you learn you LEARN.

Fireflies float through the air, the footprints left behind by the water hashira marking a path of determination. The evening air is muggy, nearly oppressive as Giyu comes across a strange hut. It’s a small building, barely bigger than a room at the water pillar’s manor. His aqua gaze searches for evidence of a nearby village. It was off to have a hut in such a dangerous part of the woods. Did anyone even live in it? If it were abandoned, he could rest up under its roof for the night.

As if answering his inquiry a light flicks on, illuminating the silhouette of a woman in the window. The mountains swallow the rest of the sunlight, a dim stillness settling in the clearing where Giyu stands stagnant. The water pillar is unaware of the mist swallowing him up. A deep purple fog coats the surrounding area, the tendrils from the mist seemingly beckoning him toward the hut. 

Come closer it almost whispers and against what better judgment he could form through the thick fog – coating his throat and sense of smell – he takes a heavy step forward. His heart is racing despite the calm breeze that rustles the leaves above his head. Dusk painted the sky an array of orange and pink. 

It was like he was on the brink of suffocating. What was with this air anyway? Had it always been this stifling? Giyu sucks in a steady breath, the purple mist filling his lungs. He feels a tingle in his lower abdomen and his brows furrow as it burns hot, making him take pause in his advance toward the hut. 

His limbs feel shaky as he brings a hand to his forehead. His other hand grips the hilt of his sword as if that would stop him from sinking to his knees. The slick magma grows, tying his muscles in a buzzing feeling that nearly makes him want to rip it out. He’s panting, the hand that was on his forehead dropping to his mouth as he bites down on a finger. 

Giyu Tomioka, the stoic and quiet water hashira, was unnervingly horny. He could feel himself grow stiff in his breeches. His throat bobs as he shakily shifts his legs apart to allow more room for his swelling cock. He’d never experienced such an overwhelming sense before, only hearing about it from the other hashira. Sex never interested him, it was a distraction from the ultimate goal of destroying all demons – but as his eyes flutter shut, all Giyu wants to do is find a wet warm cunt to plunge his aching cock into. 

Night has captured the clearing, dusting the ground with moonlight. With the way he felt now, it wouldn’t be safe for him to enter the hut. Not with a woman supposedly alone inside. This damn fog was making him crazy, but the damned door swings open, revealing you.

His hand releases the hilt of his blade.

You are in a blush pink yukata, hands folded in front of you, and a hannya mask covering your face. Your hair flutters around the mask, your head cocking to the right as you peer through the small eye holes at the encumbered water hashira. Beneath your lips pull tight into a smirk. 

Giyu had a string of thoughts enter his head, one specifically that he would surely spend the rest of his life wondering about. What did you look like under that mask? A mask crafted to take on the appearance of a female demon consumed by jealousy. Your mask is made out of wood, the bark left jagged and dangerous. Two pointed horns sprouted from the sides, weaving into your own hair. The brows are drawn together in protruding masses. Sharp teeth decorate the open mouth that’s under a large nose. 

The water pillar takes a tentative step forward, your presence calling him into your den. “Excuse me, miss, I don’t mean to intrude, but I’ve had a long journey.” He pauses, his head spinning with obvious reasons as to why he should not enter your hut. 

You step to the side, though, slowly righting your head. “You need a place to rest. To be safe from demons.” The mask muffles your voice, but Giyu revels in the way its melodic tone enters his ears.

Just for a little bit, he promises himself. The water hashira enters through the threshold of the hut. Inside is a raised wooden platform with a mat pushed into the corner – folded bedding placed on top neatly. Beside the mat is a small table with a candle and tray of steamed rice, vegetables, pork, and a cup of piping hot tea. A cushion rests directly in front of the table, a rug underneath that. In the middle of the dirt area is a cooking pot – storage closets lining the wall and a flickering orange lantern that lights up the whole room on a bench. 

His eyes flick to how you stand by the door – he only assumes you’re still watching him by the way the mask faces his general direction. “Have I interrupted your dinner?” His voice is soft and playful. 

You shake your head gently so as not to disturb the placement of your mask, then step toward him. “Dinner has just begun.” You reply, gesturing to the steaming food with your head. “Please, eat.” 

The ravenette’s mind is fuzzy as he sets his nichirin sword against the far wall. Then, slipping out of his zori, he steps onto the wooden platform. He’s surprised by how comfortable the cushion is under his knees. The food looks delicious, but he stiffens when you come to kneel next to him. Your body was mostly hidden by the yukata, but the hashira imagines how exactly he would lavish you – if he knew how. 

He’s stricken with shame – for having such thoughts with you next to him and for his lack of knowledge about sexual experiences. He was disciplined in how the body functioned, training for years on how to perfect muscle density and stances. He clears his thoughts of the wicked images, picking up the chopsticks that are next to the bowl of rice. “Thank you for the food,” He takes a mouthful of rice, humming in satisfaction at the warm consistency. Giyu peers at you while chewing away on the food. “If you do not mind me asking, why do you wear such a mask?” He was genuinely curious, but then again, he was curious why you had to be clothed as well. 

You tilt your head. “To hide my identity. Safety.” You answer and as Giyu swallows another mouthful of rice he feels that sickening feeling return. This time it feels like it’s coursing through his very bloodstream. He sets the chopsticks down and you lean forward, raising your hand to pull your mask down. “Are you okay my Lord? That is what they call you right?” Vibrant eyes narrow at him and fangs accompany the twisted smile on your face. 

Giyu is panting, clutching his throat as it burns with sensations foreign to him. “D-demon,” He begins, lips curling in disgust. “What did you,” He hacks up spit and winces at the fire in his esophagus. “Do to me?” 

Your lips curl in a smirk, crawling closer to him. Giyu can’t move back as you slither toward him, placing your clawed hand on his thigh. “Mmm, well I’m not the one lusting after a stranger.” You tip your head to the side curiously as you graze the indent of his bulge. The ravenette hisses at the way he shifts into your touch. This earns a delighted laugh from you. “I am a demon, the thing you promise to eradicate from this plane of existence, yet you yearn for my touch. It’s…adorable.” Your fingers press firmly into his erection now, Giyu’s eyes squeezing shut. 

His body feels like it’s being electrified as you trace the imprint of his cock. “You-You did this to me,” he grunts out. The fog must’ve had some sort of aphrodisiac in it. He’s full of rage and disgust, but also lust. 

You giggle, meeting his heated gaze – the blue in his eyes darkening to almost black. “Yeah? Doesn’t look like you want me to stop,” Your fingers reach for the hem of his breeches. “You smell like you’re on the verge of cumming. Are you pure?” Giyu’s heart thumps wildly in his ribcage as you drag your nose up his neck, your tongue darting out to taste the line of his jaw. You return to his line of sight with a wide grin. 

The water hashira’s cheeks warm with the acknowledgment. “Please, help me.” You almost want to take pity on the whimpering man in front of you, but who’s to say once your mist fades away that he won’t drive that pretty katana through your heart? He was… exceptionally fit and had withheld this much torture. 

You start to peel off your yukata, edging the sleeves down your shoulders. “If you don’t satisfy me, I’ll kill you.” Giyu’s skin itches to be warmed by yours as the yukata billows to the floor. He’s never seen a demon become shy, but that could be a result of him gawking at your large breasts. The way they rest on your chest brings his gaze down to your navel, then dips to your thighs that press together. 

After a beat of him staring, you grab his hand and place it on your chest. His brows furrow as the skin molds around his thick fingers. Your own brows knit together as a stained moan escapes your lips. “Barely started and you’re already a mess,” Giyu quips, growing more comfortable with the way your nipple brushes against his palm as he squishes your breast. 

You huff, positioning yourself closer. “It’s just been a while.” The hashira tuts as his fingers find your nipple, rolling it between the pads of his thumb and pointer finger. You throw your head back and groan. “Fuck,” 

He was growing confident and he hadn’t even gotten to the finale yet. You reach out to stroke his thigh, a smirk twitching on your lips. His ministrations halt, moving his arms out of the way so you’ll have more room. Your ears pound as you gaze upon the sheer size of his cock and some of it was hidden underneath the cloth of his breeches. He gets up on his knees, working them off his hips. Hard pelvis lines lead to the star of the show – the untouched cock of the formidable water hashira. It is fucking beautiful. A pale pink head that’s leaking precum and a hungry look in his eyes. 

Though the very thought of having a demon’s mouth around his cock should seem like a very bad idea, Giyu runs his hand through your hair, fisting around it. “You’re gonna wrap that pretty mouth of yours around my cock. Got that, demon whore?” 

To you, that should sound like a threat. You should kill this hashira and reap the rewards, but you allow him to push your head down to his stiff length. For someone who was supposedly pure, he acted like he’d done this before. 

The moment your hand wraps around him, his eyes roll back in his head. It’s glorious, the feeling of your palm against his length, pumping up and down. He goes wild when you graze the slit of his tip, rubbing the pre along his cock. Without warning you dip your mouth onto his tip, using the flat of your tongue to swipe at the vein running up the underside. He groans, shoving your head further down. 

Hearing you sputter and choke on his cock is damn near hell sent. Spit drips from your mouth and warmth radiates from you trying to breathe. He’s hitting the back of your throat, your fangs dragging along the side of length. Giyu shivers, the feeling painfully pleasurable mixed into a bowl of fucking salvation. 

“M’so close,” There’s a fire located in the pit of his abdomen and maybe this is where demons are born – in this hell of angelic desire flooding to one place. That one place happens to be your mouth as Giyu jerks his hips up into your mouth, cumming hard. Spittle and his creamy mess mix as he pulls your mouth off him. 

Of course, you lick your lips and swallow what you can with a swollen smirk, but that falters when you realize he’s orgasmed. The one thing to break your mist is to feed into the desire. That would mean Giyu is clear of mind and probably going to cut your head from your-

His hand wraps around your throat, shoving you to the ground. He hovers over your naked body, panting crazily. “My tricks seem to have run dry,” You garble out. 

Giyu clicks his tongue, gazing down at your plush skin, regarding the view. “Ah, but I’m not finished yet, demon.” 

nothing like this — cobra kai

▸summary: you believed you were ready for anything. anything did not mean this. nothing like this.

▸characters: robby keene, gn!reader, miguel diaz

▸tw: miguel’s fall scene, uhhhhhh, emotions, angst, adult words

▸a/n: let’s begin my blogging experience with angst, why not? it sucks ass, but here ya go

PEOPLE SAY THAT IN order to be successful in life, you must expect the unexpected.

Well, this was unexpected and you did no expect it at all.

You knew that there was always going to be some beef between two pretty girls when they used to share a mutual boyfriend, but goddamn, you never expected it to be broadcasted over the loudspeaker. 

Of course, you had no idea what happened. Just that Samantha LaRusso had done something, and Tory Nichols was coming for her. Those words began the chaos that would make or break the tension between the two rivalling karate dojos. 

Now, you weren’t in karate. No, the only way you were affiliated with Miyagi-Do Karate was purely because you were Mrs. LaRusso’s assistant secretary, and thus made regular trips to the family home in order to be taught how to do things and make sure that she did them correctly. 

Whilst you made these visits, you often times came across the students that Mr. LaRusso taught in his backyard. Thus far, there were only two, his daughter Sam, and another boy named Robby. Robby Keene.

Gosh, since the first moment you met, you were smitten. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, humorous, had a great personality, and he was kind. He was sweet. You knew this because one time, you were late to the home, and wasn’t watching where you were going, so, of course, you bumped into someone in pure comic book romance fashion. All the papers you had been gathering in your hands had been dropped, and it was a miracle that they didn’t all get out of order. It was still frustrating, though, but you still began profusely apologising to the person you had bumped into. 

You knew you had been rambling for about twenty seconds before you were stopped by the other person’s laugh, and soon you were laughing together. Mrs. LaRusso was watching from the window, and Mr. LaRusso was from the side gate, but they’d never admit it. They were quite happy to listen to you guys completely lose your shit over something so small, but alas, both of you had things to do. 

No matter how close you two got, you weren’t surprised when Robby asked Sam out for a date. And despite how much it hurt, of course you were going to help Sam pick out an outfit. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t? Well, more employee than friend, but you get the point. 

Cutting back to the current day, you was concerned about what Sam could’ve done to Tory that warranted such a reaction. So, with the rest of the school, you brisk-walked to where the biggest crowd was. Right in the middle of the hallway. You couldn’t get passed the rows of people at first, but eventually, you wound up next to Hawk, someone you knew of but had never really spoken to. You had no reason to. Now she did. 

“What’s happened?” You peered curiously at the two girls, circling each other like Scar and Simba in that one scene from The Lion King. 

Your question was not answered by the person you had asked it to, but by one of the said lions in the cage. “You kissed Miguel.” 

Tory’s tone was so cold, yet so heartbroken, that the words she spoke yielded such an uproar from the crowd. Gasps were heard all around, and you felt your eyes widen as they met with Robby’s on the other side. His eyes looked so pained, so vulnerable, you wanted nothing more than to hug and shield him from the cruelties of the world. 

You weren’t quite sure what really happened. Everything went by so fast, and you were quite literally pushed away from the drama, so you didn’t get to see too much. Despite this, and despite nearly being run over by Demetri sprinting from Hawk, you headed to where you knew the rest of the school would be going.

The stairs.

For some reason, you had wound up at the bottom of the stairs even though you were on the level above a few moments ago. The real trick now was to make your way up to the upper level without getting your face broken. 

You were not going to do anything with the girls. No, girl fights are best left alone. Your main concern was how far Robby was going to go, because from the angle you were at now, he wasn’t stopping. His kicks were never ending, his punches ever blurring, and you didn’t have an opening to go and see the damage. You didn’t have to like Miguel. You had only ever spoken two word to him and he seemed like a good kid. But you liked Robby. And you knew that Robby would keep going until either, or both of them, were dead or close to it. 

So, when you found your opening, you raced upwards, narrowly avoiding Tory’s stray fist, and managing to haul yourself to the upper level. Where you arrived just in time to see Miguel pin Robby to the ground. You saw him whisper something to the boy on the tile, his raised fist gently falling to his side as he stood up. You breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this part was over.

It wasn’t.

No sooner had Miguel began to arise than Robby felt the fire erupt once more in his chest. He whipped around, and you watched as he continued aiming his hits at the poor boy.

“Robby, leave him alone!” Your words had no affect, but you thought you may as well try. Plan B then had to be out into motion. Ignoring the advice you had given yourself long ago about not getting in the middle of fights, you found yourself doing just that. You raced to the boy in the blue hoodie trying to get him to stop. Unfortunately, his brain was already in the fight mode, so he wasn’t stopping for any money.

The fist you had stupidly grabbed was flung forward, you trailing behind it as you were thrown into Miguel’s chest. Instinctively, his hands grabbed your arms and pulled you down as Robby foot aimed at his chest. He harshly pushed you away, which you weren’t concerned about, and caught Robby’s other foot with his hands. He didn’t catch the other one that struck him across the face and you put your hands over your mouth as you sat there on the tiles with you body trembling and you tears gathering.

The boy you liked, you crushed on (you had thought), was unhinged. He had deluded himself that he was defending himself, and he didn’t notice that his defence had turned into offence against his opponent.

Soon enough, Robby had Miguel pinned against the railing in a dangerous way. You had raced to your feet and had tried to grab one of Miguel’s outstretched hands, failing miserably. Robby had to grab your arm to keep you from falling over the edge.

And so you watched the boy fall over the edge, your knees buckling as he hit the staircase handlebar. Your hands were shaking, your breath was heavy and trembling, your eyes were watering and wide.

Robby had grabbed by both arms, and now you were aware of it. You threw yourself away from him, shoving him back in the process.

“Get off me!” You were hysterical. You had seen a classmate fall at the hands of the person you had thought you would stick by through thick and thin. “Get your fucking hands off me!”

Robby looked lost, and as his fight dwindled, his flight rose a hundred fold, and he bolted. Your vision became blurry as you sank to the tile, the adrenaline running out as you struggled to comprehend what you had just witnessed. Because it shouldn’t have been this.

Nothing like this.

Teasers !

WHAT ARE TEASERS?

teasers are little posts about a certain fic that is in the making. a small scene from the fic, if you will. to keep you, the reader, hooked!

WHY?

i honestly don't know. i guess i just feel bad when it takes me a while to write a fic, and keep you guys waiting, so i said why not?

aaron taylor johnson:

alexei vronsky:

࿔*:･ A Rose for your Thoughts

dave lizewski:

࿔*:･ Missed Movie

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𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐈 𝐕𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

❝𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐲, 𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝- … 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐢 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

this movie made me want to die. and i'm not even joking. he was so fucking beautiful. the whole time in my head i was telling myself 'it should be me' everytime anna and alexei had a scene together.

pairings: alexei vronsky x fem!reader

REQUESTS: Open / Closed

TW for this section: 

cussing

smut

fluff

angst

abuse

violence

discrimination

bullying

talking shit (?)

body dysmorphia

mention of adultery

pregnancy (?)

social norms of the time (sexism)

that should be it but if i miss any do let me know! as alwayssssssss, i'll have a little a/n to warn you guys on what TW's are present in the fic.

since i'm really bad at describing clothing, i'll add in a picture of the dress i'm imagining at the end of the fic. i mean i'll try my best to describe it but no guarantees.

for this section since it's back in the day and they didn't have phones... i won't do a little camera roll thing, sadly.

now, without a further ado...

PRESENTING...

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smut:﹗

fluff: ♡

angst: ✦

miscellanies: 𖦹

❝𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐢 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.❞

one shots:

A Rose for your Thoughts 𖦹

mini series:

n/a for now

more is on the way!

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𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐖𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

❝𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭... ...𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞

he was sooooo fucking adorable in this movie. he's such a neville longbottom. ughhhh dave lizeweksi you make me want to faint

pairings: dave lizeweksi x fem!reader

REQUESTS: Open / Closed

TW for this section:

cussing

smut

kinks

violence

angst

ED

SA

SH

drinking

talk of body dysmorphia

discrimination

bullying

feelings of anger or sadness

these warnings are not as bad as tangerine's one so. this is just a general outlook of the types of TW's you'll see in this section, but as always, i will have the warnings labeled at the top of every fic.

i'm a little extra, so i went ahead and made a snapshot of what your camera roll would look like if you were dating dave, and i got bored so i made one of dave's camera roll too!

y/n's camera roll:

dave's camera roll:

now, without a further ado...

PRESENTING...

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smut:﹗

fluff: ♡

angst: ✦

miscellanies: 𖦹

❝𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊-𝐀𝐒𝐒?!❞

one shots:

Interrupted ﹗

mini series:

n/a for now

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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮

pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: nsfw, obsessed!tangerine, m!masterbation, dom!tangerine (?)

message: when you see a dead bird on the floor, don't eat it. that's all i ask of you. i am not in charge of what you read, only you and God can condemn to your sins. i don't care if you're underage; unless you enjoy, in that case, thank you.

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Tangerine was going over a few papers in his folder when he felt his phone buzz on the counter. He picked his phone up to see what the notification was. 

LEMON:

on my way

you better be ready when i get there

Tangerine read the text from his brother and put his phone back down and started packing his papers up to put into his bag. He walked into the living room from the kitchen and sat down the sofa. He pulled his duffel bag in between his legs to check things off his list, making sure he had everything he needed. He suddenly felt two arms on his shoulders and slowly sliding down and interlocking at his check, a chin on his left shoulder. 

"When are you coming back?" You pouted as you looked at his face. The stressed look on his face dissipated. The crease in his forehead, the furrow in his brows, the slight biting on his cheek, all disappearing the second you touched his shoulders.

"I'll be back in three days, love" He answered, turning his head slightly to look at you. Your pout deepened. 

"That's too loooong uh" You groaned, dragging out the word 'long'. He chuckled and shook his head. He held your hand that was on his chest. 

"Come here" He said and motioned you to stand in front of him. You unwrapped your hand from his chest, your right hand still in his as you walked around the couch to stand in front of him. He leaned back slightly and patted his lap. You sat down on his lap, both legs on one side, your butt on one of his laps. He put the hand that he was holding around his neck, your mindlessly do the same with your other arm. His hands went to your waist. 

"I'll be back before you can miss me" He smiled softly at you. 

"I miss you already, does that mean you're not goin'ta leave?" You asked, your pout still prominent. He laughed and shook his head at your antiques. His heart aching at the thought of leaving you. Sure, he was away a lot and for long periods of time, but that doesn't make him feel better. 

"I might as well pack you in my bag" He half-joked, if he were to stay true to his checklist of needs, you would be the first thing on it. You rolled your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder. 

"You were gone for a whole week last week, now that you're finally back, you're leaving again" You mumbled, feeling neglected slightly. Tangerine sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

"Last one baby, then you'll have me for two whole months. Maybe we can go on a vacation? The beach?" He said, understanding how you felt. He didn't mean to be away all that much, but their handler was getting a lot of jobs, and they were the only ones available. 

"That'd be nice" You smiled into his shoulder. He placed a hand on your cheek and you raised your head from his shoulder. He cupped your face with both his hands, a soft smile on his lips, one only reserved for you. He tilted your head slightly and pressed his lips onto your forehead.

"You deserve the world my love" He mumbled against the skin of your forehead. He pulled away and gave you another smile, you reciprocate the smile. 

"Now give me a goodbye kiss before Lem gets here" He said, you leaned in and put your lips onto his. A slow passionate kiss, a kiss saying i love you. 

"Where's my goodbye kiss?" A booming voice said as the front door opened. You pulled away, making Tangerine frown. You turned your head to look at the front door to see Lemon at the door with his duffle bag. He dropped it to the floor and opened his arms, motioning for a hug. You eagerly got off of Tangerine's lap and made your way to Lemon and hugged him, letting him engulf you in his arms. It was a warm and platonic hug, made you feel safe. Tangerine got up from his position and bent down to grab his bag. 

"Alright let's get going" He said as he glanced over the apartment one more time, as if checking if he was missing anything. You pulled away from Lemon's hug and he gave your a small peck to your temple. You leaned against the wall near the door as they both got ready to leave. They shared a look and then nodded. 

"Hope you guys get there safe, and come back to me in one piece please, we don't want another bullet train level injury" You said as you wrapped your arm around Tangerine, giving him one last hug. 

"No promises" Lemon joked and picked his duffle bag up again, and started walking out of the house standing outside the door waiting for Tangerine. As you loosened your arm around Tangerine, an idea popped into your head.

"Wait!" You said quickly, putting your hand on Tangerine's chest to stop him before he left. Both Lemon and Tangerine turned to you. 

"I need to give you something, wait a sec" You said and hurried to the bedroom, closing the door behind you slightly. The twins watched you make it to the room and close the door behind you, they then looked at each other. 

"I'll go downstairs first and start the car" Lemon said nodding towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. Tangerine nodded and handed him his duffle bag. Lemon left for the elevators as you made your way out of the room. You walked up to Tangerine and stuffed something into the pocket on his pants, secretively. 

"For when you're alone" You said suggestively and gave him a teasing smile. He raised an eyebrow and eyed you. 

"What are you up to?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"Find out when you're alonee" You said in a teasing tone and shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. 

"Okay go! Lem's waiting" You said and hit his chest softly, pushing him out the door. 

"I love you" You said as you watch him walk down the hallway, ever so confused.

"I love you!" He called back walking rather slowly, when he heard the door shut and heard the lock click, he started walking faster to catch up to Lemon, dying to know what it was that you slipped into his pocket.

- 

Lemon let out a huge sigh as he plopped onto the bed, throwing his diffle bag onto the armchair. The twins had just reached their hotel room and they were exhausted from all the travelling and it was currently 12 in the morning. Tangerine was dying to know what was in his pocket, and also take a shower. 

"Lem I'm gunna hop 'nta the shower yea?" Tangerine said as he opened his duffle bag and looked for clothes to change into. When he got a snore for an answer, he knew Lemon wouldn't be taking a shower. He grabbed his clothes and head into the bathroom. He set his clothes on the counter and grabbed one of the folded towels on top of the rack and hung it on the wall hook near the shower. He set his phone on top of his nicely folded clothes. 

He unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, but before he slipped out of his pants he reached into his pocket to pull out whatever it was that you placed inside. 

"For fucks sake" He let out a slight groan as he saw his, therefore your, favourite black lace thong. He shut his eyes and licked his lips for a second, trying to contain himself, but his urges were too strong for his morality. He stripped himself of his clothes instantly and let out a small sigh as he brought the pathetic excuse of a pantie to his nose, taking your scent in. 

His dick was upright, the tip leaking and red. He bit his lip at the faint smell of you on the thong. He tongue escaping his mouth and softly kitten licking the thong, to get some form of taste. The slight taste of your pussy made him groan into the fabric. 

All he wanted to do was have you on the bed, legs on his shoulder, his head buried between your legs. Until you were squirting on his face. To the point where it could be four days later and he would still be able to taste you on his mustache. 

He brought the thong away from his face and wrapped it around his dick. Trying to think about you, the way your eyes would look up at him as you suck him off, the way your hand felt around him, the way your tongue would perfectly wrap around his cock. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew exactly how to suck him off so that he crumbled into your fingertips.

He let out a small moan as he rubbed himself, quickly biting into the back of his hand to muffle his sounds, wishing that he was biting into your skin instead. He threw his head back slightly, his gaze on the ceiling. All his brain could think about was you. 

Your scent, your taste, your moans, your skin, your tongue. 

He shut his eyes and swallowed hard as he rubbed himself faster. He imagined you on your knees in front of him, your soft hand rubbing him as you looked up at him with your big beautiful eyes. His hand could never compare to yours. So soft and delicate. He let out a shaky sigh as he felt a familiar pressure in his abdomen. He groaned softly.

The effect you had on him was chimeric, like something conjured from a dream. 

The feeling of his rough hands in contrast to your soft one, his hands running through your body, touching every part of you. If he had blue paint in his hands and touched you, you would be covered head to toe, by blue paint. 

He thought of the way your tits bounced with every thrust into you. The way you arched your back, the way you eyes rolled back, the way you bit your lip, and the way your legs shook around him as you came on his cock. 

Everything about you was so perfect, so proportionate. As if your hand was designed the way it is just for you to hold his hand. Your tits the size they are so they could fit perfectly in his hands. You lips hand-sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Each and every curve on your body, designed just for him, and only him. 

With that thought in his mind, the thought of you belonging to him, that you were made for him to love and cherish, for him to pleasure and ruin — he came. 

He came hard. Making sure to cum into your pantie so that he didn't have to clean up a mess on the floor afterwards. He let out a big sigh and his knees bucked slightly. He leaned against the wall, the cool wall constrasting the hotness of the skin on his back. He licked his lips and swallowed as he looked down to see the mess he made.

Absolutely ruined your thong. The white cum juxtaposing the black fabric of the thong. Making it seem like the night sky, filled with stars. He got off the wall and reached for his phone, snapping and picture of his semi-hard dick and the ruined thong. He threw the thong into the sink, to wash after his shower, and opened his messages app on his phone. 

Looking at the two pinned numbers at the top, he clicked on your picture and clicked to add an image. 

TANGERINE:

Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

Miss you.

Y/N:

Video Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

miss you more :(

TANGERINE:

You are in deep shit when I'm back

Y/N:

aww mann 😁

fin.

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𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 ¹

pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: cussing, fluff humour? idk, fighting, mention of blood, slight smut (just making out)

Part 1 of Only Sometimes

message: french people are so yummy, i wish they were real :(

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Tangerine pulled his cuff links downward and looked at himself in the mirror, his brother was in the bathroom probably spraying himself with cologne. He fixed his tie and leaned into the mirror to fix his mustache.

They were getting ready for a fancy party. Well it was for work anyway, they were getting paid to grab information off of a computer and into a hard drive. 

"Ready to go?" Tangerine called out from the mirror. There were some rustling sounds coming from the bathroom. 

"Yeah" Lemon sighed and turned the bathroom lights off and closed the door behind him. He walked up his bed and licked his lips and rubbed his hands together, deciding which weapons to take as if they were toys. 

"Which one?" Lemon asked his brother as he watched Tangerine pick up a small pistol. 

"It's an in and out job, don't overthink it" Tangerine shrugged put the gun in his holster that hid perfectly under his suit. 

"You're gunna regret saying that" Lemon called after him as Tangerine head to the door. Tangerine rolled his eyes and pulled out of the hotel key card out of its holder so the room went dark and Lemon let out a little scream and scurried out the room as he quickly put the gun he picked out into his holster.

The man who has killed mutiple people all at once, was scared of the dark.

"You've got a kill count of over a hundred and you still sleep with a nightlight" Tangerine shook his head as they started walking to the elevator. 

"The darkness is scary, never underestimate it" Lemon glared at his brother and pressed the elevator button. 

-

The sound of chatter, glass clinking and rich laughs filled the huge ballroom. Tangerine and Lemon looked around the room and then at each other, sharing a look. Lemon gave the person at the door his car keys. 

"Walk around and observe for now, I'll signal you when it's time to bag it" Lemon said and started walking towards people, trying to fit in and converse with people. Tangerine nodded more to himself and spotted the bar, he made his way there. 

"A skinny margarita please" He heard a woman say. Something about the voice made him turn his head to find the source. He saw a woman with her back facing him, she was facing the bar.

She was in a backless dress, not too low, just low enough to want others see more, elegant. She had black elbow length gloves and a silky dark red dress with spaghetti straps that hugged her body perfectly. Her hair in a messy-neat updo with small pearls in between each tangled up curl. 

"May I?" Tangerine asked, more like said, as he slid money to the bartender and stood beside the woman. You turned your head to look at the generous man. You smiled at him softly. Your face held a sense of innocence. 

"You may" You said turning your body slightly to see him, even though the bartender had already taken his money and was already making your drink for you. 

"Is there a reason you're buying me a drink or do you just do that to every woman you see?" You asked teasingly and smirked at him. A small smirk fell on his lips. 

"Just the women who are beautifully dressed tonight" He joked and leaned against the bar. You raised an eyebrow at him and properly sat in your seat to face him. 

"Is that right?" You asked, tilting your head to the other side.

"Always been like that" He shrugged, the smirk on his face not leaving his face. 

"Hmm" You hummed and took him in. His suit, his gel backed hair, his bracelets on his wrists, the necklace around his neck, the smell of his cologne. He looked very well dressed... and hot.

"What brings you here?" You asked as the bartender brought you your drink and placed in in front of you on the table. You turned to the bartender, smiled at him and picked the glass up. bringing it up to your lips to take a sip. Looking up at him, with big eyes. 

"Business" He simply said and shrugged and brought his drink up to his lip. You didn't remember him ordering a drink. 

"You?" He asked as he put his drink down, you put your drink down too.

"I work with the man hosting all this" You answered, tracing your finger on the brim of your glass. 

"Aaah and he invited you here, how generous" He smirked slightly, knowing how the man hosting this party was, and he was not generous.

"Bit of a pain in the arse really" You mumbled only for him to hear. 

"Oh yeah? What makes you say that?" He asked, hiding a laugh. 

"Have you met the man, looks like a pain in the arse too" You rolled your eyes and brought your glass to your crimson coloured lips again. He let out a little laugh,

"Is that how you judge people? With their looks" He chuckled and smiled at you. 

"Ohhh yeah, big time" You smiled and nodded, not even trying to defend yourself with the argument because you completely agree. 

"Uhhuh and what can you say about me" He asked and stood up properly, no longer leaning onto the bar. You bit your lips slightly and leaned in, so your cleavage was more visible. It was obvious that he was trying to be a gentleman and tried not to look. 

"You're cocky, you think you're sooo hot and that you can get away with anything with that stupid mustache of yours" You whispered to him, your minty citrusy breath fanning his face.

His smile faltering and turning into a smug one. He traced his tongue on the inside of his cheek and smirked. 

"Is that so?" He teased and came closer to you. 

"I must admit though, you seem like you're humble about it" You shrugged, making his raise his eyebrows, at how forward you were being. He liked it. 

"Where the fuck are you, something's happening, meet me in the ballroom" A familliar voice ringed in Tangerine's ear through his ear piece. He tried not to react to it because it was rather loud.

"Well darling, I want to say I am, but I'd rather you find out yourself" He smiled at you. 

"I best be going" He stood up properly once more, did a little bow before turning, but stopped in his tracks when he felt an hand on his bicep. 

"I never got your name" You asked and tilted your head to the side. 

"Tangerine" He answered. You scrunched your brows and a small smile played on your lips, a glint of something on your eyes, the look of being right?

"Did you just say that because my drink has citrus in it?" You asked, tilting your head. He shook his head with a soft smile and rolled his eyes,

"And yours?" He asked. You pretended to think, you weren't really though. 

"Let's say it's Rogue" You smiled at him mischievously. He sucked his teeth and shook his head.

"Are you only saying that because you're wearing red?" He asked, the same way you asked him. You shrugged innocently and brought your glass to your lips again.

"Tangerine!" A voice hissed into his earpiece and he tried not to flinch. He bowed slightly again and turned around and started walking away, finding the ballroom.

"Why the fuck are you screaming into the earpiece, I can hear you just fine" He hissed into his earpiece as he replied to his brother and made his way to the ballroom, finding his brother.

"You weren't replying, the fuck was I supposed to do?" Lemon argued back as he started walking next to his brother. 

"What's happpening?" Tangerine asked as he looked around the fully packed ballroom and spotted you in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall with a bored look on your face.

It was hard not to notice you, you were wearing red, made you stand out. He had a soft smile on his lips as he looked at you but was snapped out of his trance when he felt his brother smack him. 

"What?!" He hissed and rubbed his shoulder.

"You weren't listening fuck face" Lemon glared at him. 

"I'm listening now, tell me" Tangerine rolled his eyes. 

"There's going to be dancing going on, we'll stay for about 3 dances then we'll bag it and get the fuck out of here" Lemon explained the plan, Tangerine nodded and fixed his cuff links, slowly turning his head to where he last saw you, only to see that you weren't there anymore.

-

"Holy fuck can we just go right now, I want to get this done" Tangerine complained and rubbed his face in his hands as Lemon joined him where he was seating.

He had just finished dancing with some random lady because the host was eyeing them and he wanted to play it off. 

"It's not that bad, maybe dance with someone, it's kind of fun" Lemon said and sighed as he sat down. 

"Fuck that" Tangerine rolled his eyes and sat up in his seat, looking around the room. 1 dance had just ended and they were going to have to wait through 2 more. His eyes landed on a woman wearing red, sitting down with a bored look on her face, staring off to space. He stood up and kept looking at her. 

"Maybe I will" He told Lemon and tried making his way through all the people to get to her. 

"He's so fucking bipolar" Lemon shook his head with a smile. He made his way to you and you were zoned out so you didn't notice him standing right in front of you until he held his hand out to you.

You jumped slightly and looked up to see who it was, the confused look slowly turning into a small smile. 

"Why hello to you too Tangerine" You smiled at him. 

"May I have this dance?" He asked politely. You hid a smile and looked to the ceiling to think. 

"I guess" You rolled your eyes and took his hand to get up. He brought you to the middle of the floor and put a hand on your hip and you put a hand on his shoulder, the other hand holding onto each other. 

"So Rouge, why are you really here?" He sparked a conversation. The song had yet to start, it was just a little waiting time with a soft piano playing in the background as everyone got a partner to dance with. You squint your eyes at him as you both sway softly.

"Like I said, I work with the bloke" You shrugged, looking up at him with big eyes. You looked like a lost doe. 

"Lies, no man would ever invite a woman this beautiful and not offer her a dance" He flirted and smirked slightly at you. Your heart started beating faster and your face turned as red as your dress. 

"Aren't you a flirt" You smiled at him, and shook your head. The music started and he pulled your closer with the hand that was on your hip. 

"Only sometimes" He shrugged and twirled you around. A huge smile on your face, a subtle smile on his, but he smiled with his eyes, which was rare. His hand went back on your hips and yours on his shoulder as you stopped spinning and started moving in sync with the music. 

-

The music ended and he softly let you down, he had lifted you by the waist and turned you around. Everyone bowed to their partner. You stood back up from your courtsy and smiled at him. He held his hand out for you to hold and lead you off of the floor. 

"That was fun" You smiled at him and leaned against a pillar. Tangerine laughed. 

"Yeah it was, I don't dance much so please forgive me if it was horrid" He laughed, more to himself, confused as to what made him want to dance with you. He never liked dancing, given his past.

"Well you are forgiven" You smiled at him. He smiled back, and there was a silence where you stared at him and he stared at you. Both looking at each others lips and then back to the eyes.

You broke out of the trance when you realised the both of you were leaning closer. You put a hand on his chest and bit your lips.

"Well I best be going" You smiled at him, repeating what he had told you before. His eyes lost a small gleam to it when you said it. 

"Uh yeah" He said, his voice was raspy. He cleared his throat. You smiled up at him, your heart warming at his shyness all of the sudden. 

"I'll um see you after the dances?" He said, more like asked. You pursed your lips and nodded your head, even though you knew that you wouldn't. 

"Goodbye Tangerine" You smiled at him and put a hand on his cheek. You started moving away from him, heading the other way, walking out of the ballroom. 

"Bye" He whispered and sighed. He shook his head and head back to where his brother was sat. Lemon smiled at him when he came back and sat down.

"One more song, then we go." Lemon reminded and Tangerine nodded, trying to focus on the job and not some mysterious lady in red that had apparently taken up much more of his attention than he intended for you to take up.

-

"I'll be here, you go into the room and get the data" Tangerine mumbled and peeked over the wall to see if there was anyone as they made their way upstairs. Lemon pulled out a thumbdrive from his pocket and made his way into the room, trying to make sure he wasn't seen by anyone.

Tangerine stood up normally and put his gun back into his holster and started walking to check if there were people around. He heard noises coming from the end of the hallway.

"Fuck" He hissed and turned to the nearest door and pretended to just come out of the room. The man and woman who walked into his sight looked at him and gave him a confused.

"Well that's not the washroom" He chuckled and walked past them but then ducked into a hallway and watched where they were going. The man held the woman's hand and kissed her softly then pushed her against a wall. The kiss getting deeper and more passionate.

Tangerine rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed sigh. They then slowly made their way into a room that was a room away from the room Lemon was in. 

"Tan-!" He heard his brother say through the earpiece before there was a huge bang and then a thud. The sound made him scrunch his brows in confusion. He made his way to the door, holding the knob and turning it.

"You didn't give me the fucking signal Lem, I thought we were gunna... what the fuck" Tangerine ranted but stopped when he saw what was playing out in the room with the computer. The last thing he'd expect to see was his brother laying on the floor unconscious and you behind the computer.

"Oh Tangerine! Hello!" You smiled at him and clicked on enter on the keyboard. 

"What the fuck?" He said, more asked, very confused as to why his little crush was behind the computer and his brother was on the floor unconcious. 

"I thought I had more time before they came up what the fuck Rose?" You hissed into you earpiece. It was obvious you were talking to someone. Tangerine stared at you flabbergasted. You gave him a sheepish smile and held up a finger signaling him that you needed a minute.

"Oh yeah I'll just wait here" Tangerine sarcastically rolled his eyes. You rolled your eyes. 

"I thought you'd know about me, you know I got a file on you and Lemon here" You said and nodded your head towards the very knocked out Lemon on the floor. 

"Well I obviously fucking didn't, now get your thumb drive out of the computer" Tangerine glared and started walking towards you. You looked around the table and grabbed the ceramic vase you used to knock Lemon out. 

"I knocked your brother out, I can knock you out too" You threatened and showed him the vase, he stopped in his track trying to thing of a strategic way to get to you without getting hit in the face. You glanced at the computer only to see 50% of the data was uploaded into the hard drive. 

"For fucks sake can you go any faster" You groaned into your earpiece. 

"I'm trying as hard as I can, asshole" A females voice rang back to you. 

"You're partner?" Tangerine asked nodding towards you, mentioning the earpiece, he somehow hadn't noticed before, probably because it was disguised as an earing. 

"Yea sum'n like that" You shrugged and glanced back at the computer but when you did Tangerine snatched the vase from your hands, you snapped your head back to him and glared at him. 

"I don't hit women, so just hand over the hard drive" Tangerine said calmly and put the vase down on the table.

"I would once it's at 100%, but honestly I don't feel like it, and I'm getting a shit tonne of money" You shrugged and took a step back as you saw Tangerine make his way closer to you. 

"How much are you getting paid?" He asked genuinely. 

"50 grand" You explained and turned around to be on the opposite side of him, with the table in between you guys. Tangerine's eyes went wide in disbelief. 

"What?! I'm getting half of that! Who the fuck is your supplier" He gasped and glanced down at the computer. It was rather slow.

"I'm not telling you" You squinted your eyes at him. He was trying to buy some time by distracting you but you knew better than that, you slipped your toes into a little hole in a slipper that was just stranded on the floor and kicked up to your hands and threw it at his head. It hit his forehead and he groaned and leaned his head back.

"Fuck!" He hissed and held onto his forehead. You let out a little laugh. 

"It's gonna take about 6 more minutes, you think you can handle that?" A voice came from your earpiece.

"Childs play" You smirked as you watched him glare at you. He let out a breath through is nose and swiftly walked to you, and you backed up against the door. He lifted you over his shoulder but before he could throw you across the room you grabbed onto the little pull up bar on top of the door frame and held onto it tight. When he realised that you weren't budging his grip on your waist loosed to look up but he was only met by you swinging back and using your momentum to kick him in the ribs.

He fell backwards onto his back with a groan. You swung back and then forth and landed on your feet and was about to get up from a bent position to check on how much data was transfered but a hand grabbed your ankle and pulled you down. 

"Ow hey!" You groaned as you hit your chin on the floor and Tangerine went to get up but you lifted your body up slightly and grabbed his belt and pulled him down as he tried to run past you. 

"That was not very gentleman like!" You glared at him and crawled on top of him to keep him in place. Both your legs on either sides of him as you kept him grounded. He rubbed the back of his head.

"Gentleman me jumped out the window the second you hit my brother unconscious" He hissed at you and opened his eyes to see you on top of him. If he were to be honest, it turned him on a lot more than it was supposed to.

A spaghetti strap falling off your shoulder, the slit in your dress rising up slightly, you panting, it was just enough to make him hard. You reached for his gun holster and threw his gun across the room, and it just so happened to land on Lemon's head again. You winced. 

"I am so sorry, I did not mean to aim it there" You winced and looked at Lemon, Tangerine took this oppurtunity to buck his hips upwards and throw you onto the floor beside him, his hands on your hips. You let out a yelp as he does.

He was now on top of you, pinning you down to the floor with his hands on your hips. Those were surely going to be bruised up in the morning. The collision with the floor made your ear piece fall out. 

"Fuck" You mumbled as you stared at it on the floor. Your hand quickly went up to grab it, but he was faster. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the floor. His face merely centimetres away from yours. 

"You're going to be a good girl, and you're going to give me that hard drive" He panted on top of you, his minty breathe fanning your face. His accent, his face, his use of the nickname, made you want to wrap your legs around his hips and let him have his way with you. But not everyone gets what they want. 

"What? Without a proper fight?" You asked in a teasing way, tilting your head slightly. You bent your leg slightly and used your knee to kick him in the stomach. He sucked in his stomach and groaned, his face in your neck now.

You took this opportunity to slip out from underneath him. Once you got out from under him you got on your knees to try crawl to your earpiece but he grabbed you ankled and dragged you back to him. 

"Rouge? The hell is going on there? You okay?" The same voice spoke from the earpiece, now Tangerine could hear because it wasn't stuck to your ear yet. 

"Do I need to go in there? Because I will!" She threatened, her voice wavering slightly. 

"No I'm fine, and you wouldn't last a minute, how much longer?" You winced as Tangerine pulled you by the ankle towards him. He placed it so he was on top of you again, caging you underneath him. You punched him in the chest but since you had no space to rewind your punch it didn't hurt him at all. 

"A minute" She answered back. Tangerine looked up to the computer and got up from the floor quickly but you grabbed his wrist before he could fully get up, you wrapped your legs around his waist and rotated your hips so he would flip and fall onto his side beside you. This made your dress slide up and your hold up's show to him, where there was a knife on your left leg and a gun holster on the right.

You got up and stood in front of the computer and the second Tangerine stood up and making his way to you, it turned a 100%. He was about to grab it but you beat him to it, you closed the attatched cap to it and shoved it in your bra.

Tangerine's eyes went from your hand to your breasts and then looked up to your face with a 'Are you fucking kidding me?' look. You laughed at his face.

"You should see your face right now" You giggled and licked your still red lips. The lipstick was surprisingly still on. He let out a slight growl and walked closer to you, you stopped laughing.

He held your hips and picked you up like you weighed nothing and sat you down on the table and stood between your legs, with his hands still on your hips so you couldn't move. You winced at the impact of his slamming you onto the table.

"Ow what the hell" You hissed at him and rubbed your back, near your butt. 

"Give me the damn hard drive" He threatened. You smirked and leaned back, your hands behind you as they supported you, you tilted your head to the side. 

"Why don't you get it?" You smirked, you knew he would never do that. He respected women too much to do so. 

"Fuck you" He glared at you and his gaze went down to your cleavage, you were breathing heavy from all the 'fighting' you guys were doing. 

"Oh I bet you'd love to" You whispered, smirking. You saw the goosbumps on his neck and his adams apple bobbing. You just wanted him to take you right then and there.

Am I ovulating? 

Your thought was cut off when there was noise from outside the door. Tangerine looked up from you and faced forward to look at the door and you turned your head to look at the door.

"Fuck" The both of you whispered and looked at each other.

"Babe we should just leave it alone" A woman's voice came from outside the door.

"There's a lot of noise coming from here, what if someone's getting killed!" A man's voice responded to the female's voice in a hushed tone. 

"That's the couple that was shagging in the next room" Tangerine whispered to you. You scrunched your face and turned to look at him in confusion. He looked at you and rolled his eyes,

"I saw them go in together" He said defensively. You saw the doorknob move and you had to think fast. You grabbed Tangerine's face and smashed your lips onto his. He made a surprised sound but soon closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, his hands on your hips loosening.

You moaned softly as he started to slowly lie you do onto the table. You wrapped your leg around his hips, and softly moved against his crotch area. He groaned into your mouth and slightly bit onto your bottom lip. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, your tongue fought for dominance but he won. The only fight he won tonight. The door opened slightly and the man peeked in. 

"Oh shit" He cussed softly and closed it right back up. There were hushed yells from the couple outside the door and then hurried footsteps leaving. He couldn't see Lemon's body because of how small the door was opened, luck was on your side.

You pulled away slightly, panting on his lips. He groaned and softly bucked his hips as you stopped grinding on him. He slowly opened his eyes. 

"Do you always kiss the people against you?" He whispered against your lips, a small string of saliva connecting them. 

"Only sometimes" You whispered back, copying what he said earlier, a smug but shy smirk on your face. He smiled at your answer and opened his eyes fully but before he could comprehend what was happening, you hit him in the back of his head with the vase.

The vase was somehow indestructible because it had hit two people in the head and still did not break. 

"I'm sorry, love" You whispered, genuinely feeling bad as his body fell to the ground. You got off the table and stood on top of his body, he still had a bit of consciousness because he could see you reach for his pocket, very much ignoring the buldge in his pants and going for his phone. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" He managed to rasp out as his vision blurred and all he could see was your figure on top of him, well a woman in red on top of him. 

"Call me when you're out of here" You smiled at him sweetly as if you hadn't just hit his head with a vase and probably gave him a concussion.

You leaned down and kissed his cheek, a light imprint of your red lipstick on his cheek. You put his phone back into his pocket and stand back up. You walk around the desk and grab your earpiece. 

"Rose you there?" You panted as you checked for the hard drive in your bra, it was still there. You were just going to keep it there.

"Holy fuck! Thank God you're alive" The woman on the other side sighed in relief. 

"Yeah I am, I'm coming down" You said and stretched your back. 

"Alright, the car's waiting outside- wait you said down?" She asked confused. You walked up to the window and looked down, you saw the car she was waiting in with her little computer. You opened the window and stood on the ledge. 

"Yea down and out the window" You said as if were the most obvious thing in the world. 

"Êtes-vous fou?! Rouge! Stop it, go out the normal way!" The woman in the car, Rose looked out the car window and saw her partner on the window ledge. 

"Can't really do that" You said sheepishly and looked back at the two unconcious men on the floor. If you went out the normal way, people would be suspicious and check to see the room and that wouldn't leave the twins much time to leave. 

"Rouge don't you fucking dare- Rouge!" Rose yelled through the ear piece as she watched from the window. You put a hand on the pillar that was right next to the window. You saw a rope attatched to it that went to the street light, that the car was parked right under. You grabbed the edge of your red dress and tore a long piece, hoping it would be strong enough to carry your weight.

You walked closer to the pillar and put the cloth around the rope. You took a deep breath and jumped off the ledge. Rose shut her eyes and held her breath. You slid down the rope but while it was heading towards the car, the fabric started to rip slightly.

The cloth ripped and you fell on top of the car roof, hitting the side of your body on it. Rose jumped at the noise and her eyes shot open. She looked outside the car and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car. 

"Rouge!?" She yelled looking around the road to see where you were.

"I'm here" You groaned and sat up, a hand on your rib cage. She turned around quickly to the source of your voice and glared at you. 

"Oh mon diue" She sighed and glared at you while pursing her lips.

You slowly slid down and panted and leaned against the car. Leaning your head back. She stared at you and didn't say anything. You opened your eyes and looked at her. She was glaring at you, you smiled sheepishly at her.

"Heeeeeeeyyy..." You said and gave her a toothy smile.

"Get in the car." She said strictly.

"Yup" You said and walked to the other side of the car and got in. You buckled in your seatbelt and she go in and started driving. You leaned against the window and relaxed your body. 

"The hard drive?" She asked, her eyes on the road. 

"Oh" You said suddenly remembering the hard drive in your bra, you grabbed it out and put it in the laptop she had in the backseat where she was working.

There was a silence between the two of you, a comfortable silence, you've known each other for so long now, there was no such thing as awkward silence.

"I see you had fun" She said, slightly smirking. You turned to her.

"What are you on about?" You asked shaking your head.

"Look in the mirror chérie" She smirked and glanced at you. You scrunched your brows and pulled down the shade and moved the slide to the other side to reveal the mirror.

Your lipstick was smudged all over your chin. Your face turned red and you pursed your lips and melted into your seat. She laughed at your reaction. 

"So chips and soda?" She asked and looked at the in built GPS in the car.

"Yes please." You whispered and grabbed a wet tissue from the glove compartment and started wiping the red lipstick and your make up off. 

-

"Wake the fuck up" Lemon groaned and shook his brother. Tangerine shot his eyes open and looked around, he didn't know what or who he was looking for. 

"How long were we out for?" Tangerine asked as he put a hand where you had hit him. 

"Enough time for her to get away" Lemon said and sighed as he glanced at the computer and saw that the hard drive was gone. Tangerine rubbed his forehead when he suddenly remembered you with his phone. He quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket and unlocked it to see the first thing was your contact info. 

'Rogue' with a red lip next to it. He caught himself smiling slightly. 

"Looks like she jumped out the window, why didn't she just go out normally?" Lemon asked as he looked out the open window and the red fabric on the rope hanging there. Tangerine got up and walked up to Lemon to see what he was talking about.

He saw the red fabric and scoffed and shook his head with a smile on his face. He knew why you went out through the window. He looked down at his phone again. 

"What're you smilin' 'bout?" Lemon asked, scrunching his brows at his twin. Tangerine locked his phone and out it back in his pocket. 

"Nothing, let's get out of here" He said and started to tidy the room up before they left so it wouldn't look like someone fought in the room. Lemon eyed him and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He grew up with Tangerine, he knew him inside out. 

"Did you guys fuck while I was unconscious?" He asked seriously. Tangerine turned around quickly and glared at his brother.

"What?! No! Why would I sleep with the person who's against us?" Tangerine scoffed and rolled his eyes. Lemon raised his eyebrows and gave Tangerine a look. Tangerine sighed. 

"We made out" He admitted, very softly, so Lemon wouldn't hear it properly. 

"Well obviously, there's lipstick stains on your cheek and lips" Lemon rolled his eyes and picked up the chair that was on the floor. Tangerine put his hand on his cheek, he felt warm in the inside. Warm and bubbly. 

"I think I love her, Lem" Tangerine admitted. 

"Oh fuck off and clean up" Lemon rolled his eyes and threw the same sandal you threw at him, but this time he caught it.

Part 1: fin.

Part 2: still under construction

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝

pairing: tangerine x reader

tw: nothing, fluff, cussing

message: to the ones who seek to be comforted whilst the outermost layer of your uterine wall sheds.

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The rain outside softly hit the window, making sounds that could make even a colic baby sleep peacefully. Bonus is that it's cold and dark outside. Your stomach felt like the battle field when they were fighting for Helen of Troy; the Trojan War. You were in your soft bed in fetal position with a warm quilt over you, watching the raindrops fall onto the window sliding door that lead to the balcony of your apartment. Your phone was on silent, half because you couldn't muster the energy to converse with people, and also because you didn't want to.

Suddenly you heard the front door of your apartment slam open.

"Y/N!!?" A fimilliar voice yelled out, he sounded concerned. You furrow your brows and use all the core strength to sit up in bed. "Love are you here?!" He yelled out in concern. You rubbed hands against your face and laughed into your hands. The door to your room slammed open with a very distressed and worried Tangerine at your door.

"Hi" You smiled at him sheepishly. He let out a breath he was very obviously holding in. He was wearing grey sweatpants and a shirt with your face on it (initially it was a joke, you had given him the shirt on his birthday - not the only gift you got him - but maybe it isn't a joke anymore).

"Baby, you're not answering my texts or calls, I was worried" He said softly as he closed the door and made his way to the bed, he sat down beside you and put a hand on your cheek. You sighed and leaned on his hand.

"I know, I'm sorry. I was on do not disturb, didn't feel like replying to people" You sighed and closed your eyes slightly. He furrowed his brows, concerned.

"What's wrong?" He asked as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

"I got my period" You whispered and looked at him with tired eyes. He relaxes his brows and nods.

"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked generously, you shook your head and lied down into your pillow softly. You grabbed his hand and tugged it towards the other pillow on the bed.

"Cuddle me" You said and opened your arms and made grabby hands towards him. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead then stood up.

"I'll be back in a bit" He said then left the room. You turned around and covered yourself with the blanket and got comfortable. After a bit he came back, your back was turned to him. You felt the bed dip and him lifting the blanket slightly and you felt his cold feet against yours. You took in a sharp breath.

"Tan you're feet are cold" You said hiding a small smile. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his body. You turned around and wrapped your leg around his hips and burried your head into his chest, taking in his scent. 

"Why'd you leave the room?" You asked.

"Locked the front door and turned the lights off" He explained, getting comfortable. You hummed and nuzzled your face into his chest. You pull away slightly and look at his shirt and look back at his face.

"What?" He asked innocently.

"Take the shirt off" You squinted your eyes at him. He let out a small laugh.

"You sure you want to?" He asked, hiding his smirk as he sat up and took his shirt off and threw it on the floor before going back to laying in bed. You softly slapped his chest and buried your face into his chest.

"No I just don't want to stare at my face when I cuddle you" You laughed into his chest. He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"You know I wear it when I'm away for work" He said as if it was a fun fact.

"Good to know you miss me while you're away" You joked.

"I'm always missing you" He added and put his hand up your shirt -well his shirt- and traced circles on your back.

"Really? I always thought you flirted with other women while you're away" You smirked and lifted your head slightly to see his face. He tusked and glared down at you. You smiled at him and he kissed the top of your head. Then there was a silence. A comforting silence. The sound of the rain hitting the window, the sound of the wind blowing outside. It was the perfect weather, and laying beside a perfect man. Life couldn't get any better.

"You know how you have the keys to my place, and I have the keys to your place?" Tangerine started, still tracing shapes on your bare back. You nodded, too tired and in pain to respond properly.

"Well I've been thinking for a while, and we've been dating for a long time" Tangerine started.

"Where are you going with this?" You asked lifting your head.

"Move in with me" He said simply looking into your eyes. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Moving in with each other was a big deal, but what was the point of dating if it's not going anywhere?

"What do you say?" He asked still looking at you with hope in his eyes.

"Don't you live with Lemon?" You asked.

"He lives next door. He's just over a lot when you're over there because he loves you" Tangerine rolled his eyes, but you know that it's fake annoyance. He loved that the only other person he's ever cared about approves and loves you.

"Only if Lemon approves" You teased.

"Please he'd be the first person to help you move your things over there" He scoffed. You laughed and laid your head on his chest again.

"Well I'll have to pay off the rent for this month for this place" You explained and started worrying.

"I'll pay it off" Tangerine shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Fuck no" You lifted your head and glared at him.

"My love please" He sighed.

"No I am an independant woman, in a modern world and you, a man, are not going t- mmmph" You started your little speech about feminism but he cut you off with a kiss. Once he pulled away you slowly opened your eyes to see him with a cheeky smile.

"Some feminist, letting a man shut you up by kissing you" He teased. You glared at him and opened your mouth to say something but he beat you to it.

"Baby, you know I support women, I respect women, but please let me do this for you. I'd do anything for you, whether you'd like for me to or not" He said and kissed your slightly pouting lips.

"Okay" You whispered and laid back down on his chest.

"But only this one time, once I get my name on the lease at your place, I pay for half the rent" You explained.

"Lemon put your name on the lease already" Tangerine whispered, hoping you wouldn't hear.

"WHAT?" You sit up and stare at him.

"I told him to, it's been there for three days now, I just needed to find the courage to ask you" He gave your a sheepish smile. You laughed, but it turned into a wince when a new cramp hit.

"Woah take it easy" He sighed and made you lay back down on him.

"Tangerine, the man who kills for a living, the man who came home from a bullet train job with a bullet hole in his neck, the man who has countless of times slept with me, was nervous to ask me to move in with him?" You giggled into his chest.

"Alright" He mumbled and rolled his eyes with a smile on his face. "You're just asking for it now" He warned.

"You wouldn't, not when I'm literally bleeding out" You giggled.

"Oh yeah?" He threatened. You nodded. He started tickling your stomach making you fall into fits of giggles.

"S-stop Tan" You laughed as he continued to tickle you.

"I warned you" He laughed.

"S-stop I'm gonna piss my pants" You laughed, making him laugh even harder.

fin.

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Video game Lover

In which you're a gamer and pull the JJK men into your shenanigans

Includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Choso, Sukuna

Tags: Fluff, suggestive with Gojo and Nanami's part

So you know how many of the jjk men like to tease…? Autistic reader who can’t tell they’re teasing pls 🙏🥺

Such a great concept, anon! I don't know much of autism, just that it's a spectrum, so I hope I've written this well! Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted a SMAU, so I'm just doing a regular thing <3!

JJK men x Autistic!reader

ft. Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

TW: angst, hurt to comfort

pt. 1(?)

A/N: This isn't necesarilly autistic!reader coded, this can count for everybody! also i dunno if I'll make a second part, but we'll see.

Satoru Gojo

You were out with your boyfriend, Satoru, to a café in a more quiet part in Tokyo after a long business trip he had to take. He held your hand in his, fingers intertwining while sitting next to the other as you both looked at the menu to see what drinks and foods sparked your interest the most. You pointed at something on the menu, it was a pancake sandwhich shaped like a cat! It was absolutely adorable in your eyes, and you just had to show your boyfriend!

"Satoru, look! A pancake sandwhich shaped like a cat!"

The white haired sorcerer chuckled softly upon your excited chirping. He peered over your shoulder to see the food item that got you so excited. A little smirk formed on his lips as his sunglass-covered eyes scanned the picture

"A pancake sandwhich, huh? You're really lettin' yourself go, babycakes."

Satoru commented as he kissed your cheek. He didn't hold any malice in his tone, he was just teasing you. But to you, it felt like he thought you were gaining too much weight. You placed the menu card down, and got up. Mumbling you had to go to the bathroom. Satoru noticed the look in your eyes. But before he could ask anything, you already went to the restroom. Satoru decided to wait for you to come back, not thinking much of it. That was, until you were in the restroom for longer than usual, which made him grow concerned. He grabbed his phone, texting you.

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"Mochi? What's taking so long?"

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After a couple seconds, Satoru noticed you read his text, but you didn't reply. He knew you only left him on read if you were either multi-tasking or if you were mad at him. He assumed the latter.

Meanwhile, you were crying in the bathroom stall, thinking your boyfriend thought you were getting too fat for his liking. You tried to calm yourself down by playing with your rings, but it didn't help much. In the midst of your crying session, you could hear a familliar knock on the door of the women's restroom and a soft voice speaking from behind it.

"Honeybun? Are you there? Can you come out for me, please?"

You let out a shaky sigh, stepping out of the stall. You quickly washed your face and dried it with a paper towel before stepping out, avoiding your boyfriend's concerning gaze. He gently took your hand and lead you out of the cafe to a side alley before speaking

"What's wrong, sweetpea? Did something overwhelm you? You can talk with me, I'll listen"

Satoru stated, a soft smile on his lips as he tried to comfort you by rubbing a thumb over your knuckles, waiting patiently as you gathered the courage to voice your thoughts.

"Toru? Do you think I'm gaining too much weight for your liking?"

You avoided his widening gaze when the words fell from your lips. Satoru was silent for a second before speaking up, his voice soft

"What? Of course not, babycakes! You're perfect to me, so what makes ya think that?"

A lump you didn't know was in your throat got swallowed as a red blush crept on your cheeks from embarassment and endearment. Of course Satoru thought you were perfect, he always told you that. But his words just felt so mean to you..

"Well.. When we we're ordering and I showed you the pancake sandwhich, you said I was really letting myself go.."

Your boyfriend's blue eyes widened as guilt slowly filled them, he totally forgot that you had a hard time taking hints like sarcasm and teasing, taking things often too literally. He carefully wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a gentle embrace as he hid his face in your hair

"I'm so sorry, babycakes. I was just teasing you.. Didn't mean to make ya feel bad 'bout yourself.."

He mumbled, kissing the crown of your head. You hugged him back, sighing as you hid in his chest. You both stayed like that for a while until Satoru spoke up, a smile on his lips

"Cmon, babycakes. Let's go get those pancake sandwhiches. I'm starving"

It's save to say that Satoru would be trying his best to hold back his teasing comments for your own sake and self-esteem

Suguru Geto

Suguru walks after you in one of the bustling malls of Tokyo. Your boyfriend was internally disgusted by all the filfthy monkeys around you both, but he didn't let his distaste show. After all, today was supposed to be a fun shopping outing for the both of you since he has been preoccupied lately. Meanwhile, you happily gaze at the shop displays to see which shop you wanted to see first. Eventually, a cute display caught your eye. It was a beautiful layered dress with white frills at the edges. You headed towards the display and showed it to your raven-haired boyfriend

"Suguru, look how cute that dress is! Wouldn't it fit so well with my new shoes?"

Suguru switched his gaze from your beautiful face to the shopping display. He let out a soft huff, imagening you in that dress. It wasn't exactly your everyday style, but he knew you could make anything look good.

"Someone's feeling a little bold today, isn't she?"

Once those words left his mouth, you couldn't focus on what he was saying next. Did he think you wouldn't look good in it? Did he hate the dress? Was he making fun of it, of you??

Your racing thoughts distracted you from how he said you'd look good in it. Your feet simply dragged you away from the display. Suguru's eyebrows knitted together in concern as you suddenly left without a word. What happened? He couldn't tell. Your boyfriend wasted no time in following after you.

"Darling, what's wrong? I thought you said you liked the dress? Don't you want to get it?

He was met with silence, which he didn't like. He firmly grabbed your wrist, but still making sure not to hurt you.

"Sweetheart, I asked you something. The least you could do is answe-"

You suddenly pulled your hand out of his grip, telling him to leave you alone as you ran into the busy crowd. Suguru was concerned, what happened? Did he do something wrong? He honestly couldn't tell. When he tried following after you, he eventually lost you in the large crowd. Frustration and concern bubbled up inside him. The raven-haired cult leader sent out some of his smaller curses to search for you across the mall.

Meanwhile, you were infront of some sort of bookstore, panting heavily from how fast you were running. You felt like crying. Suguru's comment made you confused. He never said something like that to you, so it made you feel sad. You knew you shouldn't have just run off like that and give him an answer, but your emotions got a hold of you.

Still upset, you decided to head to a cafe across the bookstore and order yourself something to cheer yourself up. You sat on a sofa and ordered your favorite. A few minutes later, you got your drink and were about to enjoy it as much as you could until you noticed something out of the window.

It was one of Suguru's curses, jumping and pointing at you. In the distance, you could see Suguru approach. When he saw you through the cafe's window, he seemed relieved. Suguru flicked his wrist and the curse dissapeared as he made his way inside.

You sheepishly averted your gaze, your eyes filled with guilt. Suguru sat next to you and wrapped and arm around your waist, pulling you closer

"Oh, sweetheart. You're alright.."

His voice was filled with relief as he tenderly kissed your forehead before placing a hand on your soft cheek, his eyebrows still slightly furrowed.

"Why did you run away, love? What's going on? I wan't you to tell me the truth."

A sigh escaped your lips, averting your gaze as he cupped your face so tenderly. It made you feel bad about not telling him before.

"Well, when I showed you that dress, you said I was getting bold.. Do you think I'd look ugly with the dress, Sugu?"

Your boyfriend's eyebrows raised, realizing why you reacted like that so suddenly. He felt stupid now. He completely forgot you can't easily tell when someone's just teasing you.

"Oh, Y/N, I didn't mean it like that! I was just teasing you, I think you would look wonderful in that dress, my pretty girl."

Your cheeks reddened a little, feeling silly because of the way you reacted..

"I'm sorry, Sugu.. I should've told you earlier instead of acting so childish.."

Suguru smiled softly, kissing the top of your head while rubbing your back tenderly

"It's okay, pretty. 's not your fault." he mumbled, grabbing your hand in his.

"Let's go back to that store, and you can try out that dress to see for yourself how pretty you'll look, alright?"

And with a smile, you nodded. Quickly paying for your drink before walking hand-in-hand with Suguru to the shop. Guess this day will have a good end after all.

Toji Fushiguro

You and Toji had been dating for a while. You were aware of what he did, and that he wasn't always home because of it. But you didn't mind taking care of Megumi when he wasn't there, you loved the kid with your whole heart!

Today was one of those rare moments when Toji was home. Megumi was fast asleep and you two decided to have a cozy night in, watching TV. Though, you weren't really focused on the show in front of you, instead, you were talking Toji's ear off about a comic series you read with Megumi the other day. Toji listened to your every word, though it didn't look like he seemed interested, he was, really. He was happy whenever you and Megumi found something you both enjoyed, it made his heart swell despite the aloof exterior he always tried to keep.

Middle into your info-dumping session, Toji interrupted you

"Yeah, ma, sounds really interestin'. How 'bout we continue watching the movie, yeah?"

To Toji, it didn't feel like he said anything wrong, he just wanted you to also focus on the movie a little since you kept on asking him to see it. But to you it felt like he was dismissing your info-dumping. A seed of insecurity was planted into your head as the idea of Toji finding your constant chatting annoying gnawed at the back of your mind. So much to the point that you just zoned out.

Toji looked down at you, mindlessly staring into space. He waved a hand infront of you, but when you didn't react he called out to you

Eventually after the fifth time of him calling, you snapped out of your 'trance'. You looked up at Toji who seemed a little concerned

"Hey ma, y'r alright? You were kinda out of it just now"

You gulped, nodding your head while averting your eyes. You didn't feel so good, so you got up, saying you had to go to the bathroom.

Toji was a bit concerned, but he figured you just needed to wash your face or something.

So when you didn't come out the bathroom after 15 minutes, he got up and knocked on the door, being careful to not wake Megumi who was asleep down the hallway

"Everything good there, ma? You been there for a while now.."

Truth be told, everything was not good. You couldn't help overthinking about what he said, which lead to you subconsciously scratching your lower arms. You didn't hear Toji calling out for you until the door was suddenly kicked open.

There in the doorway stood Toji, who got onto his knees infront of you, holding your hands

"Hey, hey, ma. What's wrong, huh? Why y'r scratchin' yerself? Come on, talk to me, sweetheart."

You managed to look up at Toji, blinking a few times and taking some deep breaths before speaking

"It's.. It's just- God, Toji- do you think I'm.. annoying? That I.. talk too much?"

The raven haired man's eyebrows knitted together at that question, one of his hands went to caress your cheek with his thumb while the other still held your hand

"Hah? Course not, ma. What makes ya think that?"

You look down at your hands before looking back up at Toji. God, you felt so embarassed, and for what? You didn't know. You let out a shaky breath before replying

"Well.. When I was talking to you about the comics I read with Megumi the other day, it felt like you were dismissing me cause I talk to much.."

Toji let out a huff when you said that, though it wasn't one of annoyance. He gently wrapped his big arms around you, bringing you close

"I'm sorry, dollface. Didn't mean to make you feel that way. I love hearing ya talk, ma. But I wanted to have you focus on the movie 'cause you kept asking to see it with me."

That made your cheeks flush in embarassment, you hid your face into Toji's chest, mumbling apologies which earned you a gentle swat at the back of your head from Toji.

"Don't apologize, dollface. Now, how 'bout we watch the movie another time and you tell me all about those comics, yea?"

When Toji saw you nodding your head, he grinned and picked you up over his shoulder, which made you squeal in surprise. The assasin went to grab the doorknob, but then realized that he had kicked it down...

Guess you two will have to go door shopping tomorrow..

Throatfucking and Hair Pulling

Sukuna is the type of person to grab your hair and force your mouth onto his cock. Making you take every single inch of his dick while you start to choke up. Tears start to form in your eyes and you just look up and see a man smiling down at you. He pushes you head downwards still gripping onto your head making you take it like a good girl. Watching you gag and choke on his dick while tears are running down your face and you're begging for a gasp of air. His dick gets harder and harder while he sees you in this stage. Watching you take his dick as best as you can while he's in complete control and can't do nothing but obey his commands is definitely a turn on for him. Right before he cums, he pulls you back and make you open your mouth so you can take a fat load in your mouth and on your face. Leaving you with a nice facial.

Sukuna + your favs!!

☆

- kazuha reacting to you crying at night

fem!reader / angst/comfort

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— there you were, on the bed you and kazuha shared, sobbing your eyes out. just why were you crying exactly? it’s quite simple, you simply had a memory of something horrible and had gotten emotional over it. kazuha had left to use the bathroom a couple seconds ago, so you had no comfort at the moment.

just when you were about to wipe your eyes, a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and another hand had wrapped around your waist.

—“love? are those tears I see, streaming down your face?” kazuha’s attractive voice had suddenly made you sob a bit more, leaning into him.

— after a few more seconds, you and kazuha were laying together in bed, cuddling the hell out of each other.

- just as you were about to fall asleep, his arm that was around you clenched tightly, almost squeezing you.

—“ k..kazuha?” you had said, surprised that you didn’t answer it weirdly.

- “hm. I want answers. why were you crying, love?” he had suddenly asked, earning a gulp from you.

- “n..no reason! something was in my eye—“ you were cutoff by kazuha immediately. -“ i know you weren’t crying about that, don’t lie..”

- stiffening up your body, you sighed in defeat and hugged him tighter, making him grunt in happiness.

-once you explained the reason, he had told you so many good and positive things it made you almost cry once again. ending the conversation in a kiss, you both had fell asleep.

you guys are

—perfect.

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OH MY GOD

omg small little head canon of Korra with s/o (fem or gender neutral) that can plant bend and is also from the southern water tribe? Maybe s/o was friends with Korra when they were kids? Tysmm!!

˳ ׄ  ⟡ ◌ ⃘  Korra with S/O that can plant bend

Word count: 321

— Small head cannons of Korra with a s/o, that was her childhood friend that also can plant bend. This is also not proofread.

In the Southern Water Tribe

Surprisingly (not really), Korra did not have a lot of friends when she was still in the South.

You two met when you were practicing water bending out in the forrest at the ripe age of five.

You were concentrating and finally was able to achieve a small water bullet.

You were proud of yourself but then another voice came in "I can bend better than you!" "Nu uh", yeah. You two first met and Korra was already gloating about how she was better than basically anyone.

You two clashed a little bit but you were kids so you both got over it quickly and became friends with each other.

Ten years intro that friendship, you grew a huge crush on her. HUGE. You're pretty sure that she knew herself too but just wanted to see you suffer.

You ended up confessing her on accident because you two were on a morning ride with Naga, you were acting weird and of course that avatar caught on. When she asked what was wrong, you started rambling and exposed yourself.

She laughed at you and then kissed you, you were extremely flustered and felt like you could die in that exact spot.

In Republic City

your PLANT BENDING was not revealed until you were seventeen, when you and Korra were in republic city.

When you were fighting against Amon and his people, you ran out of water to bend and shockingly you were able to extract the water from a tree.

That saved you during your fight btw!

When you told Korra she was ecstatic, like extremely happy like this was her own work.

Wanted you to teach her almost immediately, she gave you some time to train yourself but you know how she gets.

Seriously though, when she found out she picked you up and spun you around.

Who knew that plant bending was so special...

write a fluff/comfort fic where fem! Reader comforts Korra as she is drained out from being the Avatar and the responsibility’s that come with it. Along with being upset because she thinks she isn’t giving enough attention to her GF and feels bad 🥹

˳ ׄ  ⟡ ◌ ⃘  Time Consuming

Word count: 924

— Korea overthinking and being her worst enemy, as usual.

You knew what you were getting yourself into when you agreed to be the Avatar's girlfriend. You knew you two would get into arguments and get mad at each other, you would worry about her on those dangerous missions you didn't accompany her on. But you also knew that you two would be able to love each other, talk for hours, go on late-night rides with Naga, and just enjoy being in one another's presence. 

It didn't matter if you two were going through a rough time or a great time, it was always hard finding time for each other but you two always seemed to manage. Lately, it's been getting worse, Korra has been tending to her Avatar duties not only in Republic City but outside of it as well. 

She wanted to make an impact on the world and not let anyone down who was counting on her, any more than she felt like she already had. So she's been working harder than normal but it was all in good spirits. 

You couldn't lie it does hurt when you have to spend many days and nights alone, without Korra by your side because she was busy. But you didn't be petty about it, instead, you cherished all the time that you two had together. 

Sitting on the couch, a sigh left your mouth as you listened to the radio. Hearing the voice of the announcer as he spoke of the events that were happening during the pro-bending match. You waited in anticipation as it was the last round of the match and both teams were close to winning. 

This was the only sound that echoed throughout the sitting room, your back straightened as two people were knocked off into the water. Leaving only one person on the team standing, therefore it was 3v1. You could hear the announcer get louder so you knew it was closer to the end of the match. The excitement was bubbling up inside of you.

"He's in the last ring getting closer to the edge! AND-" The radio was immediately drowned out when you heard a knock on your door. You turned the dial on the radio, turning the volume down, and stood up. Confused about who was at the door, since you were not expecting anyone. 

Your feet walked you over to the door and you cracked it open, only to see who was standing on the other side. To your surprise it was your girlfriend, you quickly opened the door all the way and brought her into a hug. "Hey! Why didn't you tell me you were coming by?" you said with a smile on your face.

She hugged you back but stayed silent, soon you two parted and she walked inside, closing the door behind her. Your eyebrows furrowed when you looked at her. She didn't say anything, which was weird because she was quite talkative. Something was off with her "What's wrong?"

It was quiet for a while, all you could hear was the small noises of the outside world around you. It caused nerves and worry to fill your body because you didn't know what she was going to say. 

Soon she finally opened her mouth to speak. "I know I have a job as the avatar and I love doing what I do, truly but I'm just so... tired. I work so hard, every. single. day to make people happy and for the world to be a better place but no one is ever a hundred percent satisfied, no matter what I do"

A lump started to form in her throat and tears threatened to fall from her eyes "And I'm sorry because I spend so much time worrying about other people and trying to make them happy, I've barely made time for you. god, I'm such a terrible girlfriend" She brought her hand up to her hair and ran her fingers through it "I wouldn't even surprised if you wanted to break up with me"

Your eyes softened at her as you listened to her speak. You let her finish before you spoke "Korra we may not spend a lot of time with each other but we love each other and that's what matters. It's quite frankly your job to worry about everyone, you don't have to apologize for that" You moved to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"I know but you're my girlfriend and you're way more important than any of those other people may be and I rarely get the chance to show that" She sighed but you shook your head, disagreeing with her. "You show it all the time, even when we're not with each other because you're improving the world that I live in, If it wasn't for you who knows where I would be"

"I do admit, it's hard not seeing you often but we're both trying as hard as we can to make things work with our schedules so don't beat yourself up over it" You move your arms around her neck, letting your hands drape by her back. "I love you," Korra said before she placed her hands on your waist and leaned in, kissing you. 

After a few seconds, you two pulled away from each other "I love you too baby" you said and then started kissing her face repeatedly, landing one for every letter in love with you. A small smile finally appeared and she looked at you. 

"Can we go lay down?" She asked and her voice was a little low, "Of course we can" And with that, the two of you went to your bedroom. Just enjoying the fact that you were in each other's presence. 

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted, I didn't really know how to go about it even though it was a pretty simple request I overthink stuff a lot.

just so everyone that sent the requests know, they’ll be coming out this weekend, maybe earlier because I have started a few but I am not positive. I have to work on some things outside of writing.

Guysss you can leave me any requests for avatar, tlab or tlok. I’ll be taking any and please specify if you want them in head cannon form or fanfic form!

The Avatar

(legend of Korra as well)

Aang

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Katara

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Sokka

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Azula

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Zuko

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Korra

Time consuming

Korra with a S/O that can plant bend

Asami

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Mako

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Bolin

nothing yet

Others

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HEAD-CANNONS

Paige Bueckers

Flirtatious

୧ *·˚Flirtatious

Word count: 1.2k

You went out to dinner with Paige and a few friends. Though the waiter couldn't stop flirting with you.

You, Nika, Azzi and Paige all followed the lady to your table, which happened to be at the back of the restaurant. You all sat down and waited for your server to come.

"I'm starving" Nika slurred out, putting her head down onto the table. You shook your head agreeing and groaned "Same, I even have a hunger headache right now. It's small but it's still there" You said.

"I'm not that hungry but I know something I could go for right now"  Paige said with a small smirk, looking over at you. "What?" Nika asked as he picked her head up from the table. Paige replied with a laugh which confused everyone for a second.

Azzi threw the towel the silverware was wrapped in at Paige "I would actually like to keep my appetite for later" she said. Nika let out a fake gag. You looked at them still confused but let out a long OHH.

Until you actually got it and blush covered your face. "OH, oh... Paige stop." You said, punching her in the arm playfully. "Anyways, ignoring you two. Where's our waiter" Nika said.

"Right here" Someone said which caused everyone to look at the front of the table. A guy, looking around 18 with all black and an apron said. "Finally," She mumbled.

"Can-" Nika was about to speak until the waiter cut her off. "I'll start with you, drinks" he said and pointed in your direction. You looked over at Nika before you spoke. "Can I just get a strawberry lemonade?" You said, looking at the menu still. "Yeah, of course you can," He said. Then he took the others drink orders and walked away to get it.

"Am I crazy or did he definitely cut me off?" Nika started and Azzi looked at her and shrugged. "I don't think he did it on purpose. Probably just couldn't hear you" She said. 

"mhmm" Nika said unsatisfied. "If he did, he wouldn't get his tip and that would be stupid" Paige said and looked over at you about to say something but the waiter came back, with the drinks. 

He placed the drinks on the table for everyone to get. "So are you ready to order?" Everyone said yes. He started to take everyone's food order but unlike last time, he waited to take yours last. 

After your order he kept his eyes on you for a few more seconds. Paige looked up at him and made a quick face of disgust “Dude can you go do your job'' She said, making him stop staring and he walked away.

"Why would you say that?" You asked, turning your attention towards Paige. "Because he was like tryna eye fuck you. And he was standing there for way too long, "she said. You sighed before you responded “He was looking at everyone when he took their orders” 

“Not the way he looked at you” Both Azzi and Nika said at the same time, making them look at each other with a smile. “Exactly, thank you!” Paige said, pointing at the two of them. “I swear he was not” You mumbled. 

“But he was” Paige replied, you just shook your head “Okay whatever you say”. Nika sighed dramatically “Damn, someone, who is a waiter and definitely still in high school is gonna steal your girl, what a shame”. You looked at her and rolled your eyes playfully.

Paige sighed dramatically, matching Nika before speaking “And after her attempts to get with y/n but fails guess what, you still won’t be in a relationship” She said. Nika looked at her offended and put a hand around Azzi.

“What do you mean? My girl is right here” She said, and turned her face to Azzi who shook her head. “ Yeah, no ” She said and patted Nika’s hand, softly as an apology. 

Everyone continued talking and playing around with each other as you waited for the food to arrive. Eventually you all started to play crazy eight on imessage games. “How did I lose again!” You said in slight irritation.

“Hey i mean at least you have a losing streak” Paige teased. You looked at her and let out a ha ha as you guys started a new round. “Nah i’m winning this round, for sure” You said. Your girlfriend looked at you and laughed and leaned in for a kiss “No you’re not” She said before your lips connected.

Naturally you kissed her back and this lasted a few seconds before Nika groaned “Can you two stop kissing and play the game”. “And I said I would like to keep my appetite,” Azzi added. You two pulled apart and gave each other a quick peck before going back to the game. 

After about another ten minutes passed the waiter came back with the food. He handed you the plate carefully and said “Be careful it's hot, we wouldn’t want a beautiful girl like you to get burnt” You scrunched your face in disgust.

“Yeah you’re right we wouldn’t want MY girlfriend to get burnt” She said with a straight face, looking at him. He slightly laughed at Paige's comment and walked away, to go to the other tables. “Weirdo” You said and Nika hummed in agreement with her mouth already full of food.

“Yeah now you see, what I'm talking about” Paige said before starting to eat her food. You shrugged your shoulders “I really didn’t see him looking at me like you all said he was. But this time, he was trying to flirt with me” You said. 

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You all ate your food, making conversation every now and then but mostly remained quiet. “I feel like a whole new person” She groaned in satisfaction as she finished her plate. “My headache is finally gone after hours and hours” You said.

“You two are over-dramatic,” Azzi said. The waiter came back with the checks and placed them all over the table and waited for everyone. “I don’t know why he didn’t ask before he brought out the checks, but I'm taking yours” Paige said to you, as she took your check.

“Thanks” You said and gave her a kiss on the cheek, making her smile. She pulled her card out and opened the check presenter to see how much it was and saw something on your check which made her smile drop.

Xxx-xxx-xxxx hit me up later ;) 

She placed her card on the table and looked up at him “Bro are you serious right now?” She said, making everyone at the table, including the waiter look at her. “Are you slow? Did I not make this clear earlier?”

She turned her head to you and kissed you. Out of shock it took you a little longer to copy her actions but you did. Then she pulled away and looked back at the waiter “This is my girlfriend” She said looking dead at him.

He chuckled nervously “I didn’t know” he said, scratching the back of his neck. When those words came out of his mouth it made Paige even angrier “Yes you did, I said it earlier” She grabbed the checks and her card and gave it to him “Now go do your fucking job and get out of my face”

That was all he needed to walk away and finish the checks so you all could leave. “Woah, I mean I've heard about it but i've never actually seen Paige jealous before” Nika said in shock. “When he comes back, he better not piss me off anymore and he’s not getting a check” Paige mumbled as she put her head on your neck.

୧ *·˚Sisters Best Friend

Word count: 1.05k

Warnings: Angst.

Choerry wants to reveal your relationship with her members and yours. Though you’re worried , which leads to argument.

You loved being an Idol with your group truly , though you had to admit you loved being a MC more. Mostly because of her… Yerim, the best girlfriend honestly. If it wasn’t for you accepting the offer to become a MC by your manager you would have never met her , even though your sister is a part of Loona.

Though it was odd, every time you went to hang out with older sister Jinsoul and her members. Choerry was never there with you, she always had something to do, always busy. When you two first met during the side job you really hit it off like a spark appeared. Dating her is the best thing ever to you , the thing is… no one knew you two were dating, not even your sister.

So there you two were sitting in the vacant dressing room with your head on Choerrys lap about 30 minutes before you went on air. “Y/N.. I think we should maybe tell your members and my members about us” Yerim says, running her fingers through your hair. You look up at her and shake your head “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea you don’t know how they’ll react.. How my sister would”.

“Come on y/n I literally live with your sister and I have for a long time, I think I have a good idea of how she would react” She replies smiling and giggling. “You may think you know but it could go another way, You don’t know” You sit up. Then the giggling stoops and her smile drops “Why do you always do this!? Every Time I bring up wanting to tell the people that are closest to us about our relationship!” Choerry slightly yells.

“Because, not everything is going to have a positive outcome” You yell back. Choerry gets up and starts walking towards the door “All I want is to be able to be comfortable with you around the people we see everyday and kiss you in front of them” She pushes her tongue on the inside of her cheek “Actually you know what, I'm not dealing with this.” As she opens the door one of the workers is there with a smile on her face telling both of you it’s time to go on air.

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Let’s just say that was one of the worst MC shows you’ve done. You both kept it professional of course but you could feel the tension, see it. But that was almost a week ago and you two still haven’t talked. She’s been ignoring your calls, texts, everything. But you'll be seeing her later today due to your group's comeback and being the MC.

You’re whole group got out the car and started walking inside to the dressing room. Everyone was talking and laughing, having a good time except you. “Hey I don’t think you heard us, we’re going to the cafe to get some food before the staff come, coming?” One of your members ask .

You shake your head “I’m not hungry, I ate before we came here” She nodded her head and then they all left out of the room and not soon later you heard a knock on the door and told them to come in. It was none other than your big sister Jinsoul. “Hi unnie what’s up?” You ask her as you put your phone down.

“Did you and Choerry get into a fight or something..?” You look at her confused for a bit “What do you mean?”. She sat down next to you “Well on the show last Sunday you two weren’t like how you usually are and then after she was acting off and being a bit more quiet and then she said something about you not being true”. Then the memories came back to you.

It actually clicked that you and Yerim had an argument and haven’t talked for a week. Then the tears started to come down your face slowly. “What’s wrong, what happened?” Jinsoul says as she pulls you into a hug. “Last Sunday before we got on air me and Choerry had this fight because I didn’t want to tell you and my members….” You paused for a moment feeling the salty tears on your face as more well up in your eyes. “I didn’t want to tell you guys that we were dating”

Jinsoul loks down at you “Why wouldn’t you want to?” She asks genuinely confused. “Because I was afraid of how you would react” She laughs a bit and wipes your tears. “Oh gosh y/n, i’ll always support your relationships even if you’re dating one of my best friends”. You looked up and rubbed your eyes and hesitated a bit “Really? Then… I really messed up didn't I”.

“Yeah you did, But I’ll tell Choerry to meet you after the show okay? I got to go now though. Love you” “Love you too”

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It was now after the show and you were walking in the hallway behind the stage alone. When you turn the corner you accidentally bump into someone. “Sorry” you quickly mubble out until you look and see that it’s Yerim. “I was looking for you” She says awkwardly. You let out a deep breath and start talking “Uhm yeah… well I told my sister we were dating, which you probably already know. But I just wanted to say that I'm sorry … really, I was being a bitch, and we can tell your members and my members if you still want to”.

Yerim just looked at you with a straight face, until a smile appeared on it and she grabbed your hands and kissed you connecting your lips. This went on for a while until you both pulled apart for air. “I love you so much” She says while she covers your face with kisses. No need to hide it from the members anymore.. looks like you forgot the hallways have cameras as well.. At least no more hiding it at all?

A/N: It’s not proofread yet but it will be later

hi 👋 I want request a gwi nam scenario where reader is his bestfriend. reader always tries to tell him to stop bullying and one day with gwinam having enough of her scolding or rambling he suddenly kissed reader and promised to stop. thank you 💓💓

୧ *·˚Stop n’ Kiss

Word count: 624

Warnings: Bullying

You constantly scold Gwi-nam about his bullying but today was different when you had to do a group project in Science.

There you were sitting in class like everyday, but today was the day where you start working on your lab. “Alright class so this is going to be a group project with three people and I will let you pick the partners” The teacher said as he walked around the classroom, while everyone was still sitting down. “What are you guys waiting for? Get to work!” Everyone immediately got up and walked to their partners and Gwi-nam walked to you.

“Me and you?” He sat down and waited for your response. “Uhm… sure but I actually already had one person in mind so we won’t need to look for a third person” You say looking around the classroom for that person. Then your eyes fall on them making contact and they walk over to you. “Okay now we can get to work” Gwi-nam looks at you as you say that and laughs. “You’re not serious about working with Cheol-soo” You look at him and just roll your eyes.

“Cheol-soo can you help me get the things that we need please” He nods his head and you two get up, starting to walk to the front of the classroom. “I’m sorry about Gwi-nam by the way… he’s being a total dick. I keep telling him he needs to stop acting like that but he doesn’t listen”.

Cheol-soo grabs the beakers carefully and looks at you “It's fine I mean i’m a loser anyways I don’t deserve to be treated kindly”. You look at him and shake your head “Don’t say stuff like that, you deserve to be treated like you matter, because you do to your friends.. Like me”.

He just looks at you and smiles sadly before putting his head down as you two make it back to the table to begin working on your lab. You carefully start putting the things down on the table and reading what to do.

“I’ll pour the alcohol into the beaker” Gwi-nam grabs the alcohol and starts to pour it in the beaker, but then jerks his hand making it splash onto Cheol-soo. “Oops sorry bro” He says slightly laughing. You look at him and scoff “You’re such a dick” you get up and grab some napkins for Cheol-soo.

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It’s five minutes until class is over so everyone is starting to clean up. Both Gwi-nam and Cheol-Soo get up to put some of the things back while you clean off the table, but then you suddenly hear a crash.

Everyone turns their head towards the sound, including you and you see Cheol-soo on the floor and Gwi-nam standing right beside him laughing. You were going to go help him up but Cheong-san beat you to it so you just left the classroom not wanting to see Gwi-nam.

As you walk down the hallway you hear someone calling your name but you just ignored it until they grabbed you hand, then you turned around yanking away making two loose contact.

“No, don’t touch me, I'm sick of it. I’m sick of you treating other people like they’re someone less than you! You are a bully can’t you see that, a-and you need to stop because it’s going to get you nowhere” You continue to ramble on about how he treats people slowly losing the main point.

Then you suddenly feel a pair of cold lips on your own, to say you were shocked was an understatement but you mirrored his same actions making him wrap his arms around your lower back. You continue this scene for a few more minutes until you pull away, breathing heavily. “I’ll stop treating people badly … I’ll be a better person, I promise” You raise your eyebrows slightly “You promise” “Promise”.

The Project - Jang wonyoung

Summary: The english teacher always gives a huge project at the end of the semester. Y/n usually gets paired up with someone tolerable in her eyes until she gets paired up with her, Jang Wonyoung. A girl that she hates so much words can’t even describe it, but lucky for them. The feeling is mutual.

#00 — Prologue

** Wonyoungs Pov **

Authors notes: I was typing it down on the app and it wouldn’t let me add anymore photos and I was almost freaking out yk !!?!!!!

Taglist: @highlightsonmyheart

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Summary: The english teacher always gives a huge project at the end of the semester. Y/n usually gets paired up with someone tolerable in her eyes until she gets paired up with her, Jang Wonyoung. A girl that she hates so much words can’t even describe it, but lucky for them. The feeling is mutual.

—WONYOUNG + FRIENDS

@Jawonyoung — Jang Wonyoung, a Junior at the high school and is also part of the dance team. The dance team is quite a big deal so it also comes with a lot of pressure, but Jang Wonyoung still keeps her spirit.

@Wongoingcra — Wonyoungs private acocunt where only her five friends follow it so they can see her posts along with her.

@Imhotimyujin — An Yujin, another Junior at the high school. She’s basically another Yuqi but people love her from the vibes she gives off.

@Lizzybear — Kim Jiwon is a sophomore at the highschool. She’s known around school with her nickname Liz, which she got in drama club.

@Reiisme — Nao Rei is a transfer student, that is a sophomore. When you say someone is playful and energetic, she takes it to the next level literally. But that’s what everyone loves about her.

@Legallyblonde — Kim Gaeul is a senior in the high school. She likes to tell people that she’s naturally blonde, when last year she literally talked about getting her hair dyed the whole week before it happened.

@Weeseeo — Lee Hyunseo is a freshman at the high school. She got the nickname Leeseo when the teacher said it the wrong way of the first day of school and it just kind of stuck with her.

Author notes: I’m going to start working on the prologue today. So it should be out soon !! I still have school though so please do not rush me

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Summary: The english teacher always gives a huge project at the end of the semester. Y/n usually gets paired up with someone tolerable in her eyes until she gets paired up with her, Jang Wonyoung. A girl that she hates so much words can’t even describe it, but lucky for them. The feeling is mutual.

—Y/N + FRIENDS PROFILES

@tweetybirdyn — Y/Ns public account for everyone and anyone to see. Y/N is a junior at the high school. And is very well known around for the most part.

@mentalbreakdown — Y/Ns private account where only her five friends follow so they are allowed to see what she posts.

@Chaeesownlvr — Kim Chaewon a senior at the high-school. Part of the fencing team and tends to take it seriously . She’s a very upfront and has a almost cold personality if you don’t know her well.

@Yanayena — Choi Yena a Junior at the high-school. Part of the Drama club and is very dedicated to it. She has a bubbly personality but if she’s needed to be more serious and bringing out her mean side she has no problem doing that.

@Seeunnn — Yoon Seun a sophomore and the student council president at our beloved high school. With her being the stuco prez she’s kind of a big deal around school. She’s very calm for the most part and gives amazing advice. The most mature out of the bunch surprisingly

@Yurinlovewithme — Song Yuqi is a Senior at the high school. Female , male or other everyone falls in love with her deep voice. Hell even Y/N did when they first met. With that being said she’s kind of a playgirl but genuinely has a nice heart. She’s playful , with a very flirtatious personality.

@Mmmchae — Hong Eunchae is a Freshman. She’s still kind of new to the school but knows everything “Almost” everything. Seun found her eating lunch a alone by herself so she invited her to sit with the friend group and that’s how she joined.

Author notes: When I first tried to make this part it kept glitching with the photos so i got irritated then quit. Luckily i decided to try again in an different way and it worked !!!.

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Summary: The english teacher always gives a huge project at the end of the semester. Y/n usually gets paired up with someone tolerable in her eyes until she gets paired up with her, Jang Wonyoung. A girl that she hates so much words can’t even describe it, but lucky for them. The feeling is mutual.

Pairing: Jang Wonyoung x fem!reader [She/Her pronouns]

Genre: Smau, crack, angst, fluff, high-school au, slow-burn, enemies to lovers

Cast: IVE, Y/N, Yuqi from (g)i-dle, Eunchae + Chaewon from lesserafim, Seeun from Stayc, Yena (soloist, Ex Iz*one)

Warnings: Mild cussing , other than that it’s clean

Disclaimer: This is not a representative of the real idols personality !! I do not know them personally in real life. This story is just for fun.

Release Date: 8/7/2022

Completion Date: N/A

Updates: Weekly or 2x a week

Status: On-Going

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#Profiles — one/two

#00 — Prologue

#01 — Chapter one

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Yujin

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Gaeul

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Wonyoung

The Project

Rei

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Liz

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Leeseo

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Roleplay

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Head-cannons

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Loona

Haseul

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Vivi / Gaahei

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Yves / Sooyoung

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JinSoul

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Kim Lip / Jungeun

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Chuu / Jiwoo

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Heejin

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Hyujin

nothing yet

Gowon / Chaewon

nothing yet

Choerry/ Yerim

Sisters Bestfriend

OliviaHye / Hyeju

noting yet

Yeojin

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Role play

nothing

Head-cannons

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If it's okay, I would love to see you write a GwiNam scenario! My request would be to reader being jealous of girls hitting on GwiNam and she therefore starts to ignore him, how would he react to such thing?

Ignorant

Word count: 305

Warnings: None, Angst??

You get jealous and embarrassed yourself for life.. (sorry it’s a bit short as well)

You shouldn’t be jealous, you really had no right too but they were all over him giggling and twirling their hair. You and him weren’t dating so you had no right to be jealous at all, you remind yourself once again -- but you are. They were all over Gwi-nam basically throwing themselves at him and he just stood there and laughed along, you just wanted to continue walking your way to lunch which means you had to walk right by the scene in front of your eyes.

So that's what you did -- at least tried to do. “Hey y/n come here!!” Gwi-nam yells grabbing your arm moving the other girls to the side. You didn't say anything, you just looked up at him and yanked your arm from his hold . “Wanna walk to lunch together?” He asked, looking at you, but you didn’t say anything once again and then just continued to walk away while he called your name out… over and over again.

“Y/n why are you ignoring me I didn’t do anything to you so quit acting like I did” He yelled making you stop and turn around. “ Yea, but you were letting those girls all over you” You yell right back at him causing a crowd to now appear circling you two. “That doesn’t concern you I can flirt with whoever I want and do whatever I want” He says walking up closer to you.

“Yea, but did you stop to think of my feelings?” You say with a slight voice cracks while some tears run down your cheek. “Quit being so ignorant yn… we’re not together and we never will be quit fucking crying” He says walking away and pushing his way through the crowd, leaving you there all alone with people whispering and laughing all around you