#Cool Summer Outfits for Baby Boys

[munsonsfairy]

I always see bbf abby but never sbf, so maybe older abby x friends little sister (of age of course, like about to graduate college) 🕺🏽 reader is visiting her sister and she sees abby type thing idk

Btw, your work is amazing 🙂‍↕️🩷

love me tender ✨🐚🤍🌸🐠

author’s note: thank you so much! i appreciate you for reading and sending in a request. i hope you enjoy! thank you for @katemartinis for proofreading. 🤍

abby wants say yes to heaven, say yes to you, and let fear she has fall away. you thought you were only a lost memory to abby until this summer. now, you’re standing in front of abby in the rain with shoes full of water staring at each other.

content: fluff with angst. summer before graduation. 18+ no smut. no specific descriptions of reader but is feminine.

word count: 2.2k

The salt air coming in from your open window cools your skin from the summer heat. You're lying on your bed watching season three of stranger things as you always do at the start of summer. Or at least you were watching it until your best friend, Jackie, came over. It's the summer before your senior year and you’re trying to soak up every bit of it before you graduate.

You and Jackie made a list of what you want to do this summer consisting of tanning to getting matching tattoos to trying out surfing. Luckily you live on an island making it easy to complete. today you wanted to check off going to the aquarium off your list. While you were going through your closet for an outfit, Jackie was talking about a boy she swears she’s in love with after knowing him for two weeks.

Finally, you found the dress you were looking for. You always felt your best while wearing it and thought your skin glowed with the color. you stood in front of the mirror in awe.

Downstairs, you hear the door slam and someone yell to your mom that they’re hungry.

It's your older sister, Sarah coming back from volleyball practice. You both might be lesbian, but someone was definitely dropped too many times as a baby. You hear your mom greet Sarah and someone else.

“Well look who it is. my favorite Anderson!”

Abby. Anderson.

She's your sister’s best friend and also plays in the same volleyball team. You've had a crush on since you laid eyes on her. The way she carries herself and listens to you always filled you with butterflies. making eye contact with her blue eyes made you dizzy. Her love for books makes you wish you didn’t get so flustered around her so you could ask her about what she’s currently reading.

There was something about Abby that had your heart wanting more. she always knew how to pull you in. Unfortunately, she was off limits. your older sister made you promise you wouldn’t complicate things and ruin her friendship, but it takes two to tango. the stolen glances and subtle touches can only last so long before Sarah gets suspicious. Neither you nor Abby have confessed any real feelings, but it was enough to raise red flags for Sarah.

You feel yourself getting nervous at the thought of seeing her again. You haven’t seen Abby since last summer since she wasn’t home for Christmas. the four of you camped out together at the beach since the weather was more tolerable compared to summer. Sarah and Jackie fell asleep, so the both of you laid down next to each other looking up at the stars. Abby was a nerd when it came to constellations. She pointed out every single one she found, then it got quiet letting you only hear the waves crashing.

You felt at peace and closed your eyes to take it all in. Abby turned her head and admired you as she always did. The next morning, you woke up to Abby holding you close to her chest; her breath tickling your neck. You look up to see the blonde deeply sleeping. Her eyes lashes so long and freckles covering her skin. Being an early bird has its perks when you wake up before your older sister sees you cuddling her best friend.

Your reminiscing is soon interrupted by your older walking into your room eating a sandwich and laying on your bed with Jackie.

Just in record time, Abby comes behind her but doesn’t go into your room. Instead, she leans against your doorway focusing on the one person.

Through your mirror your eyes made eye contact with the bluest eyes you’ve seen. her freckles covered her sun kissed skin. Her arms are crossed in front of her chest making her arms show off for you.

Abby’s eyes rake over your body, drinking in every curve before meeting your eyes again. She tried to be discreet but couldn’t help but admire you.

She thought you were glowing and couldn’t believe such beauty existed, but you always proved her wrong. She loved way your eyes crinkled with your laughed at her joke. Oh my god she thinks I’m funny. Those were one of the few times she saw your true personality.

SAY HI IDIOT. Abby’s mind screamed at her.

“Hi.”

Her voice filled with honey and softness. You feel your knees get week and feel a shiver run through your spine. Abby notices and smirks then looks away to let you breathe.

You mentally kick yourself for not evening answering. It's one word!! two letters!! stupid stupid stupid!!

Thankfully, your sister and Jackie were too busy in their own world to notice or so you thought.

“I’m sure it would be fun if Abby came with us!” you turn to Jackie with wide eyes who is smiling knowing what she’s doing.

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Since Sarah and Jackie went to the reptile exhibit, you and Abby stayed on a bench admiring the open ocean exhibit. Reptiles weren’t really your thing. The blue hues fill from the water paint the walls. It feels like the fish are moving in slow motion. You're in awe of the two stingrays swimming together it almost looks like they are dancing.

Although, the sea creatures were beautiful, Abby couldn’t focus when she felt your arm touching hers, or your hands brushing against each other when you were walking next to each other earlier. If only you knew how it took everything in her not to reach for your hand. she has been this close to you before but today felt different. The peace she was feeling was something she wouldn’t be able to put into words.

“Do you think seals have spots?” Abby asked as suddenly.

“Hm?” You missed her question when you turned to look at her. you feel a little embarrassed by how she can easily throw you off.

She laughs, “Do you think seals have spots? Owen swears up and down he saw one spotted. He says saw one and I haven’t heard the end of it. Not saying I want to prove him wrong but…” She trails off.

“Oh, definitely. Have you considered researching your question? I mean you do know how to use your phone, right or do you need assistance?” You laugh at her.

Abby playfully rolls her eyes, “You think you’re so funny, huh? I personally would love to see this seal in person.” She shrugs.

You laugh but this time Abby fully sees you. She wishes she could freeze time and just look at you forever. To make you laugh and smile every day.

“Do other people think you’re funny?”

Abby looks towards the fish tank shaking her head but still smiling, “No, they don't.”

For a moment you didn’t let your nerves hold you back, so you squeeze her bicep, “Let me be the first to tell you that you are very funny.”

You lay your hand back down to your lap, but Abby reaches for it and holds your palm up. She traces the lines on your hand and finally decides that it’s now or never.

It felt like she was on Saturn, and it was only the two of you. Nothing else mattered. All of her nerves were gone. It felt like a dream, but the warmth of your hand reminded her it was real.

“You're staring,” you whisper.

“I like looking at you,” Abby whispered back smiling.

Abby raises her hand reaching for your cheek. Her thumb gently rubbing your soft skin; scared to break you. She drags down her thumb to your lower lip sending a shiver down your spine. The world slowed down for the two of you. Abby admired every detail on your face just in case this was the last time she was this close. She could smell the coconut perfume you spayed earlier. She knew what color your eyes were, but they were so much better up close. Her eyes flickers from your lips to your eyes. Abby felt herself leaning towards you as if it was the most natural thing.

“Oh, are we interrupting something?” Jackie asked smiling.

Out of fear, Abby dropped your hand and pulled away from you. “N-no,” she stands up quickly and walks in front of you away from the group. Luckily, your sister didn’t see since she was walking a bit behind Jackie. The rest of your time at the aquarium Abby avoids looking at you after that. It's all gone.

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The car ride home was filled with tension. Abby had barely said a word to anyone. You sat in front while she drove back to your house staring at the raindrops that filled the window. Summer might be your favorite season, but hurricane season makes you wish it was over already.

You finally got the confidence to look at the blonde next to you and see nothing but an emotionless face. Her eyes aren’t the same blue you saw earlier. They look empty. Abby must have felt you staring because she sighed and made sure you heard it.

Your brain replays what happened earlier over and over like a record player. There was never a moment where Abby looked at you the way she did right now.

After what felt like hours, she drove into the driveway of your house. Your sister and Jackie quickly got out of the car leaving you alone with Abby. You felt a knot in your stomach and don’t feel words come out when you open your mouth. Out of habit you anxiously pick the skin on your fingers.

“Wanna come in? I think we’re going to order some pizza. Sarah always orders way too much food for us to finish,” you ask trying to break the tension.

Abby clears her throat, “Uh, I can’t tonight. rain check? I’m pretty tired it was a long day.” Her eyes never met yours since you were at the aquarium. You missed her blue eyes filled with love. Now you couldn’t tell what she was feeling.

“Oh sure! We have the whole-.”

“I think it’s getting late don’t you think? I’m sure they’re waiting for you,” she interrupts. You hear the irritation in her voice and almost leave, but you needed to ask her why she changed her attitude in a matter of seconds. You really thought today was the day you’d finally tell her what your heart feels. How you much you find her funny and think she deserves to have someone love her.

“What changed, Abby? I know it wasn’t only in my head what happened earlier, or did I imagine it?”

Abby sighs and looks towards her fingers, “You didn’t imagine it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be together. We're just good friends and I don’t think it’s the best thing to do. I mean what will you sister think?”

Her heart beats for you but she could never admit it to you. She's watched you go from relationship to relationship to break up to break up. yet, she can’t get the words out to tell you.

You scoff, “Just good friends, huh? you’re so full of shit, Abigail. I mean you were there! was I the only one who felt the feeling?”

“What feeling,” Abby asked confused.

“You know! the feeling! The feeling you get before you kiss someone for the first time. The excitement, anticipation, and butterflies in your stomach. The way your heart flutters when you finally kiss the girl you love!” You were talking so fast and just ranting now that you didn’t even notice you confessed your feelings to her.

“Wait what?” Abby was shocked but knew she shouldn’t be. She was there and so were you.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I’m here explaining this to you and expecting you to understand. Just next time, don’t look into a girl’s eyes and say you like looking at her if you’re planning to be an ass.” You open the car door and start running to your front door without getting soaked by the rain.

It took Abby two seconds to finally realize the girl of her dreams is running away from her. Abby ran out of her car leaving the door open without a care.

“Do you really want to know how I feel?!” she yelled out.

“I’ve never loved anyone like you! I’ve never felt so much peace before in my life! Everything about you consumes my being it’s frightening. This love I feel for you is so beautiful yet so scary. If choosing you means that I am losing your sister as a friend, then fine!”

You felt like your heart was beating so hard as you stared at Abby trying to process everything.

“And you couldn’t say all of that in the car, Abigail!? I have water in my shoes, I’m cold, and we-.”

Abby grabs you with both of her hands and kisses you. It takes you a couple seconds to process and kiss her back. Your eyes fluttered closed and you felt everything happening all at once. Her lips are softer than you imagined and so familiar. Your hands move to her braid making her moan into the kiss and letting you slip your tongue inside. She wrapped her arm around your waist bringing you closer to her.

“Wow…” you were breathless with your eyes still closed. When you finally opened them, Abby was smiling and looking into your eyes. She leans in again and whispers, “Can I do that again?”

[lyrashifts]

─ 𝓘NTRODUCING MY ⋆ MARAUDERS DR.

𝓢. this dr is set in the 70s, and begins during my first year at hogwarts. it strays quite far from the actual events of the marauders era, and instead merges with the plot of the lighting era. in this dr, me and my friends work against prejudices and an upcoming war, as well as a very dangerous voldemort on the rise.

𝒜BOUT ME

 ◞    name : lyra a. lavigne

 ◞    nationality : english-french

 ◞    birthplace : cambridge, england

 ◞    languages : english, french

 ◞    blood status : pureblood

 ◞    house : gryffindor

 ◞    moodboard

𝒫ERSONALITY

 ◞    likes : writing, playing the guitar, drawing, reading, theater, cookies, poetry, magical creatures and animals, going on long walks, baking, being better dressed than everyone else, jumpers, rainy days, shopping (especially for music and clothes), hozier, queen, david bowie, the smiths, little women, lemon iced tea, stealing james's invisibility cloak, pranking (and actually getting away with it)

 ◞    known for : converse, cherry red, loving 90s muggle movies, being best friends with remus, reading at social events when bored, drinking too much coffee, having cool hair, my style, quoting dead poets society daily, leather jackets, liking hozier and the smiths way too much, being an amazing gift giver, having a new hairstyle every day, being nice to everyone unless they cross me, smelling like cinnamon, coffee, and books, being amazing at school and magic, somehow getting every lead role in plays, wearing jumpers and leather jackets in the dead of summer and not somehow overheating to the point of death

ℬACKSTORY

 ◞    backstory : i grew up in england where a lot of my family was but by the time i turned 13 we moved to scotland, partially to attend hogwarts and partially because my parents wanted to get away from some of our pureblood family members. my parents, though from a notable pureblood family, don't agree with the views of pureblood culture. because my parents' reputation for their last name still upheld, when we moved we were invited to an event that ended up just being a pureblood society ball. we only stayed out of politeness, but it was there that i met sirius and promised to be best friends with him when we got to hogwarts since we both hated the party.

𝒲ARDROBE

 ◞    description : my style in this dr can change a lot, especially taking into consideration the weather or location i'm in. in terms of colors, i wear a lot of neutrals but tend to have a specific color pop (which oftentimes a cherry red). during winter and autumn months, i am often wearing oversized jumpers (whether mine or stolen from remus). i also almost always wear flared or baggy pants. some of my iconic pieces include leather jackets, doc martens, band tees, baker boy hats, plaid skirts, and more. during the summer i tend to wear baby tees and babydoll tops, along with skirts. with my uniform, i pair many accessories to make it look as appealing as possible, and use magic to have different nails every day.

ℒIFE AT HOGWARTS

 ◞    general : students start first year at 14, so it is a sort of hybrid between highschool and university, where students have much more freedom once 18. school uniforms are only required during classes from monday - thursday, and on friday you may wear your desired outfit underneath your robes.

 ◞    dorms : students are allocated private dorms that have within them a bed, a desk, a private bathroom, and more. once a student is assigned to a dorm, the dorm changes to accommodate that student's taste. once you are given your dorm number, you must choose a password and it is your responsibility to ensure students you do not want to come in cannot. in the case that a student knows your password and you do not want them to, you can ask a professor to change it and they will do so. alohomora will not unlock dorm rooms. dorms are organized by house, but boy's and girl's dorms are not separated - everything is instead organized by house and name.

 ◞    extra-curriculars : the clubs i am part of include music club (which later inspires me and my friends to make a band), theater club, art club, care of magical creatures club, and in later years, the quidditch team

 ◞    houses : the animosity between houses (especially slytherin and gryffindor) is not nearly as prevalent as depicted in the books. it is known that not all students in one house are the same, and so, while some friendly competition is encouraged, it is not uncommon to have friends from every house. students of every house are allowed into the common rooms and dorms (with permission of at least one person from that house).

 ◞    events : all the events featured in this post are included in this dr

𝒜BOUT THIS DR

 ◞    worldbuilding : not a lot changes about the war except for the fact that it's toned down and ends during my seventh year (which we redo since it would be similar to the last year in the harry potter books - looking for horcruxes without actually being at hogwarts). of course, none of my friends die. i haven't accounted for how the war will end exactly, so i suppose i'll let that work itself out organically.

 ◞    main friends : remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, lily evans, regulus black, marlene mckinnon, mary macdonald.

 ◞    relationships : i am a formal part of both the marauders and the valkyries. i became friends with the marauders at the start of the school year, and we were consequently established as a friend group before me and the girls. i tend to spend more time with the marauders but our groups often mingle since everyone gets along (except maybe lily and james at the beginning). i also have some friends in slytherin, such as andromeda and regulus, but i tend to stay away from the anti-muggleborn students.

[msklassickilla]

Prada You Chapter 19

Summary:

In the summer of 1998, sparks fly between Nyeya and Jey.

Nyeya is an 18-year-old around the way girl. Jey is older, paid, and fine. He is also the leader of the infamous Prada Bois alongside his twin brother Jimmy.  The two have chemistry. However, Nyeya has plans outside of her attraction. With a birthday around the corner and dreams of living a good life, Nyeya sets her sights on enjoying the perks of Jey's money and hood celebrity.

But baby girl has no clue what it takes to really be down. Nyeya is about to learn some hard life lessons at the expense of her 'Prada' priced dreams.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Nyeya (Nye) Green (OC)

Author’s Note: This story is happening in an alternative universe. It features the current and original Bloodline members along with other WWE stars. So, the characters are themselves, but some things are switched around for the stories sake. This was originally written with all original characters, but I think it could work better this way. Hope you guys enjoy it and I actually finish it...

Warning: Please be advised that this chapter contains age gap relationships, underage drinking, violence.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story (if any). All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter 19: Bonded

August 1st 1998

The early morning quiet was broken by the sharp ring of the cell phone Jey had given me weeks ago. I groggily reached over to grab it from my nightstand, my heart racing at the unexpected call. The small screen lit up with an unknown number. I answered believing it could be important.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Nyeya, it’s Solo," his voice came through low and serious. "Listen, the laws picked up Jey and Jimmy yesterday for questioning."

I sat up quickly, the grogginess vanishing. "Oh my God! What? Are they okay? What happened?"

"They good. Lawyer’s got ‘em out. They getting released in a few hours, and Jey wants you there," Solo said, his tone softening. "I’m picking up Nataya for Jimmy. I can swing by and get you too."

My stomach churned. The thought of seeing Jey after everything from the past few days made my chest tighten, but this wasn’t about me right now. He needed me. The only problem was Michael. Mama was working the night shift, and I was responsible for him. Leaving him alone wasn’t an option. His ass would never let it go if he woke up and I wasn’t there.

"Alright," I said after a moment. "Come get me."

"Bet. I’ll be there soon," Solo said before hanging up.

I slid out of bed, my bare feet touching the cool floor as I hurried to get dressed. I threw on a simple outfit: jeans and a cropped hoodie. There was no time for makeup, just some lip gloss and putting my braids in a bun. Once ready, I padded over to Michael’s room and knocked softly before pushing the door open.

I stood over him, shaking him awake. "Girl, what?" Michael groaned; his face buried in his pillow.

"Get up. I need you to get dressed. We gotta go somewhere," I said, flipping on the light.

He turned his head to glare at me, squinting against the brightness. "Go where? It’s too damn early for this, Nye."

I hesitated. "We… we’re going to the police station. Now can you please just get dressed."

That got his attention. Michael sat up, his expression a mix of confusion and annoyance. "And what that got to do with me? Why the hell we need to go to the jail house? If ya dude in jail, that’s on you.”

"Chill out on me. You know I can’t leave you here," I said quickly. "Jey and Jimmy got picked up by the laws yesterday. They’re getting released soon, and I gotta be there."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "And you think I care why? He’ll be aight without you. See his ass later."

Michael was blowing me right now. He could never just go with the flow. Always a damn fight with him. But I knew how to get him to agree even if his ass didn’t deserve it.

I sighed, crossing my arms. "I’ll give you $100 to come with me."

He snorted, flopping back onto his pillow. "$200. Nothing less.”

I threw my arms up. Jey money wasn't mines. I mean it was but he didn’t need to know that. I had no other options though. "Fine," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "But hurry up. Solo’s on his way."

Michael grinned, clearly satisfied with his deal, and dragged himself out of bed. By the time he was ready, Solo was pulling up outside. I grabbed my bag and followed Michael out the door.

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Solo was behind the wheel of his SUV, with Jacob riding shotgun. Nataya sat in the backseat, her face red and wet. As Michael and I climbed in, I quickly explained why Michael was with me.

"He’s cool," Solo said, nodding at Michael. "We know how it is."

Michael dapped up Solo and Jacob, already acquainted from past run-ins. I was no longer surprised he knew certain people. I could feel some of the tension ease as I settled in, but it was still thick in the air. As we drove, Nataya leaned closer to me, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Why would the police be questioning them, Nye?" she asked, her brown eyes wide with worry.

I hesitated. I couldn’t tell her what I knew, not without revealing too much. "It’s just how they do," I said, trying to sound reassuring. "The laws don’t have anything, or they wouldn’t be letting them go."

She nodded, but the worry didn’t leave her face. "You sure?"

"I’m sure," I said firmly. "Just stay cool. Everything gon’ be alright."

I didn’t believe what I had just said but it was enough to calm Nataya. Damian was right. Something was coming and I don’t think none of us would be prepared for it.

We fell into silence for the rest of the drive. When we arrived at the station, the sky was just beginning to lighten with the first hints of dawn. Solo parked, and Nataya and I climbed out to wait by the entrance. The minutes felt like hours, each second stretching endlessly. My nerves were on edge, and I could tell Nataya was feeling the same.

Finally, around 6 a.m., the doors opened, and Jey and Jimmy walked out, their lawyer trailing behind them. My heart leapt, and I broke into a run, throwing myself into Jey’s arms. His hold was strong and grounding, his face tired but relieved.

"Baby, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"I’m good, mama," he said, his voice low and soothing. "They didn’t touch me. I’m okay."

Behind us, Nataya burst into tears as Jimmy pulled her into his arms, whispering something I couldn’t hear. For a moment, everything else faded, and it was just us— reunited, if only for now.

We all piled back into Solo’s SUV, the atmosphere lighter now but still tinged with unease. Jey’s eyes landed on Michael, who was sitting quietly on the other side of me.

"What lil’ man doing up?" Jey asked, his tone more curious than anything.

I explained quickly, and Jey chuckled, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out $300 and handed it to Michael. "There. Now she don’t owe you nothing. We good?”

Michael grinned, pocketing the money. "Good lookin’ out, Jey. We good. More than good."

I rolled my eyes knowing his ass was about to ball out with all that money. I needed to get some as well for all my troubles. I made a mental note to ask him once things cool down.

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Solo drove us back to the lounge where Jey and Jimmy had been picked up. The guy’s got out to talk for a few minutes while Nataya and I hugged goodbye. She climbed into Jimmy’s car, and I got into Jey’s with Michael.

The ride home was quiet, Michael leaning back with his eyes closed in the back seat while Jey reached over to hold my hand. He kissed my knuckles occasionally, his thumb brushing over my skin. The simple gesture made my heart ache, a mix of love and fear swirling inside me. Jey could be sweet at times, but he could change up so quick.

When we pulled up to my building, Jey told Michael to give us a minute. Michael shrugged, thanking Jey for his money again and heading inside.

"Are you sure you okay, babe?" I asked, cupping Jey’s face as soon as we were alone. His eyes softened, and he leaned into my touch.

"Baby, I’m good," he said, his voice steady. "You don’t need to worry about nothing. I got it handled. Everything gon’ work out in the end."

He seemed so sure of his ability to stop what I believe we all knew was coming. I liked that about him. So strong, so fearless. I had to be strong to at least for his sake.

Jey kissed me gently, and I felt my fears crumble. Whatever doubts I had melted away in that moment. His kisses always seem like an antidote.

"I’m sorry for how I acted last time," he said, his forehead resting against mine. "I told you I’d be better for you, and I mean that. Let me make it up to you. We’ll go out tonight. Somewhere nice."

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Okay. Sure.”

"Dress up for me," he said, his lips brushing mine one last time before pulling away. "I’ll pick you up later."

I stepped out of the car, watching him drive away. For the first time in days, I felt lighter, like maybe things could finally go back to how they used to be. Damian’s warnings were a faint echo in the back of my mind, but I shoved them aside. Jey was who I wanted. And Jey was who I’d stay with through it all.

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The sun had barely set when I was standing in front of my mirror, smoothing down the red strapless romper I’d picked out. The soft fabric hugged my curves, leaving just enough to the imagination, and I couldn’t help but admire how good I looked. The scented shea butter made my brown skin glisten under the light. I grabbed my phone, dialing Kiyah while brushing a bit of gloss over my lips. I’m sure Nataya had already filled her in, but she was waiting to hear it from me. Nosey ass.

She picked up on the second ring.

"Heifa, it’s about time you called," Kiyah said, her voice teasing. "I was starting to think you was gon’ hold out on me. Now spill. What happened this morning?"

I sighed, leaning against my dresser. "Not much to tell, honestly. Solo called me early this morning to let me know Jey and Jimmy were being released from questioning. They picked them up from the lounge they was at yesterday. Kept them overnight. We waited outside the station, and then Jey took me home. That’s it.”

"Mmm," Kiyah hummed, her tone skeptical. "You don’t find it weird that the cops picked them up out of nowhere? You know what that’s probably about, right?"

I knew exactly what she was insinuating but wasn’t about to entertain it. Like I said, taking it to my grave. "It could’ve been about anything," I said, feigning nonchalance. "The police are always messing with folks especially them. You know what they do for money. I don’t believe they had anything to do with what happened to Carmelo."

"You really believe that?" she asked.

I hesitated, biting my lip. "I don’t think the Prada Bois had anything to do with that," I lied, my voice firm. "It was probably something else entirely. Like the drugs or trap houses they got."

Kiyah let out a small laugh. "Yea, but I saw the news, girl. They out for blood. So, they could’ve just picked them up to see if they can pin it on them anyway. Hope not though especially if the real killers still free."

My stomach knotted. I hate lying to Kiyah, but some things just didn’t need to be said …ever.

"Probably. But I agree with you," I said. "I’ll call you when I get home… if I come home."

"You better. I want to hear all the details," Kiyah said, her voice playful. "But something tells me you’ll be shacked up with your man tonight. He got some making up to do."

I laughed, hanging up just as Mama’s voice called from the living room.

"Nye, you heading out?"

"Yeah, Mama," I said, stepping out of my room. She was standing in the middle of the living room, braiding one of her client’s hair with a focused expression. "My guy friend taking me out."

She glanced up, her hands pausing briefly. "Be safe, and if you stay at Kiyah’s let me know. Love you."

"I will," I promised, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading for the door. “I love you more.”

Just as I made it down the stairs, Jey pulled up in a car I hadn’t seen before. An all black 1990 Chevy Caprice. He hopped out, a rare grin lighting up his face as he opened the passenger side door for me. My heart fluttered at the gesture— this was new.

"Damn, you look good as hell," he said, his eyes raking over me. Before I could respond, he scooped me up, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. My giggle was muffled against his mouth as I playfully pushed at his chest.

"Don’t start nothin’ you can’t finish," I teased, my cheeks warm.

He let me go with a wink, his hand grazing my behind as he helped me into the car. "Oh, you know I always finish. Believe that."

I stuck my tongue out at him as he closed the door, jogging to the driver's side.

---

The drive was easy, Jey’s hand laced with mine as the radio played softly in the background. Tamia’s "So Into You" came on, and I couldn’t help but sing along, the lyrics slipping from my lips effortlessly.

"I really like what you've done to me… I can't really explain it, I'm so into you…"

Jey glanced over, a grin spreading across his face. "That’s how I met yo' ass, you know," he said. "Yo’ ass was singing at that rec party that night like you didn’t care who was listening. I knew right then you were special."

My cheeks heated, his words warming me in a way I couldn’t describe. "You remember that?"

"How could I forget?" he said, squeezing my hand. "Best night of my life."

The sincerity in his voice made my heart ache in the best way. Moments like this reminded me why I fell for him in the first place. He knew how to make my heart smile.

When we pulled up to the arcade, I couldn’t help the little happy dance I did in my seat. "I haven’t been to an arcade since Michael’s birthday last year!"

Jey’s grin widened as he watched me. "Glad I could make you happy."

We walked inside hand in hand, the hum of games and laughter surrounding us. The arcade was bustling, neon lights flashing against the black carpeted floors. Jey held me close, his presence a protective shield as we navigated the crowd.

"Let’s eat first," he said, leading me to the small food court tucked in the corner. We grabbed a booth, and I couldn’t help but steal bites from his plate, earning teasing looks from him.

"You got your own food, girl" he said, shaking his head with a laugh.

"And? I’ma eat yours and mines. Now move your hand," I replied, popping a fry of his into my mouth.

He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "You’re somethin’ else, you know that?"

“But you love me,” I teased, doing a little shimmy. He rolled his eyes, but I could see the smile on his lips.

---

After a couple of drinks at the bar—Jey had paid the bartender to overlook my lack of ID—we hit the games. From skee-ball to air hockey, we played like kids, laughing and teasing each other the whole time. Jey was competitive, but so was I, and I made sure he knew it.

"You cheat!" he accused, pointing at the scoreboard after I beat him at basketball.

"I’m just better, baby," I shot back, sticking my tongue out.

But as we moved to another game, I noticed something—a group of three women sitting by the bar, their eyes locked on us. My stomach twisted uncomfortably, but before I could say anything, I spotted a familiar face entering the arcade.

"Jey," I said, tugging at his shirt. "Look at this shit here."

He followed my gaze, his face breaking into a grin. "Jacob and Kiyah," he said, calling out loudly. "Yo’, Jacob!"

I groaned, slapping his arm. "Why you gotta be so loud? She on probation.”

Jacob and Kiyah looked over, surprised to see us. As they made their way over, I crossed my arms, giving Kiyah a pointed look.

"How the hell was I supposed to call you if you’re out here running around with Jacob?" I asked, my tone playful but accusing.

Kiyah laughed, holding up her hands. "It was a last-minute thing, I swear. Take it easy on me. You know I’m tryna secure Big Daddy."

We snickered knowing what that meant. She was about run his pockets dry, a bunch of kids or not. Kiyah was gon’ get her cut.

The four of us fell into an easy rhythm, talking and playing games as the night went on. It felt good to relax, to laugh like everything was normal. But as the clock approached 11, my attention was drawn back to the three women. They hadn’t moved, and their eyes were still on us—or more specifically, on Jey.

I didn’t like it. Something felt off about it. "Girl, they starting to irk me. They been watching hard as hell all night. Do we know them?" I asked Kiyah, nodding toward the group.

She followed my gaze, her brow furrowing. "Oh, damn. That’s Tasha," she said after a moment. "Jey’s ex… or at least I think that’s what she was. They probably just messing around."

My stomach dropped. I couldn’t stop the hostility bubbling up. "Huh? Really?"

Kiyah grabbed my arm. "Don’t start. She was probably nothing to his ass. It’s not worth it, Nye. Let her ass look."

She knew how I could get especially if I had been drinking. I was heated and the tension was already brewing.  Kiyah must’ve sensed I was about to start some shit. So, she pulled me toward the bathroom.

"Where y’all going?" Jey called out, his tone crisp and light.

"We’ll be back," I replied, my voice tight as we disappeared into the bathroom.

Once inside, Kiyah turned to me, her face a mix of concern and exasperation. "Aye, Nye. You gotta chill. If they don’t buck, we won’t. Cool? "

I exhaled, pacing the small space as my emotions churned. "It’s just funny how Jey and I get back on good terms, and suddenly his ex shows up."

Kiyah crossed her arms. "Look, Tasha ditzy ass ain’t on that. She’d be a damn fool to start some shit knowing she can’t fight worth a damn."

Her attempt to lighten the mood brought a small smile to my face. "You wild but are you sure?"

"Positive," she said firmly. "Now, freshen up, and let’s go back out there."

I was gon’ be cool ..for now. As long as she stayed in her place. But as we returned to the main area, my heart sank when I saw Tasha and her friends now surrounding the pool table. Tasha was up in Jey’s face, smiling and talking like she had every right to be there. My blood boiled all over again, and this time, I wasn’t about to let it slide.

Without thinking, I stalked toward them, Kiyah right behind me. I wasn’t about to allow no disrespect especially after all the shit I done been through with this man.  

"Jey," I said loudly, cutting off whatever Tasha was saying. "I see you real popular especially when I’m not around. Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?"

I sized up Tasha now that I could. She appeared to be 5’6, a tiny thing covered in tattoos. The red cherry on her shoulder stood out. She was cute with her red pixie cut and button nose. That was cool but she wasn’t me.

Jey’s eyes flicked to me, sensing the tension. "Tasha ain’t nobody special," he said quickly.

Tasha’s dark brown eyes narrowed. "Nobody special? I didn’t know you slept with nobodies without protection for months. Telling them you love them and can’t live without ‘em."

Jey sucked his teeth, rolling his eyes. Tasha shifted from one leg to the other ignoring me altogether.

I saw red. "Girl, that’s dead now" I said sharply. "You old news. I’m his girl."

Tasha looked me up and down before smirking. "Jey I didn’t know you liked little girls now. Especially after dealing with a woman like me.”

I stepped forward, but Jey held me back. Jey tried to intervene, but before he could say anything I raised a hand to stop him. She had really pushed me too far.

"You can meet me outside if you’ve got a problem we need to solve," I said, my voice cutting through the friction like a blade. My chest rose and fell with the adrenaline coursing through me, but my expression stayed sharp. Tasha’s two friends exchanged glances, shifting closer like they were ready to jump in.

The air crackled with the kind of unease that could explode at any second. People were starting to pay attention to scene unfolding. Before I could take a step forward, Kiyah was suddenly beside me, her presence grounding me.

"Y’all really don’t want this," Kiyah said, her smirk dripping with confidence. Her gaze flicked from Tasha to her friends, her tone as casual as it was direct. "And Tasha, please. Be serious right now. Yo’ ass can’t fight worth a damn. Gon’ head and scram before you embarrass yourself in front of all these people."

I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled up from my chest. Jacob, standing off to the side, laughed too, the sound only adding to Tasha’s humiliation. Her cheeks flushed crimson as her jaw tightened. For a second, I thought she was going to back down. She turned slightly, as if retreating, but then she spun back around and threw a wild swing at me.

Her fist sailed past my face, and instinct took over. My hand shot up, landing a clean hit to her cheek that sent her stumbling back. Gasps rippled through the crowd as the arcade erupted into chaos. Tasha’s friends lunged toward me, but Kiyah was quicker, stepping in to intercept them. She took on both of the women pushing one down and swinging at the other.

"Get off me!" Tasha screeched, clawing at my arms as I grabbed a fistful of her short hair, yanking her backward. My heart pounded in my ears as we hit the ground, her nails scratching at my face. The sound of shoes scuffling against the floor and shouts filled the air, but all I could focus on was her.

Jey’s voice boomed above the noise. "Yo, Nyeya! Stop! Stop!"

I felt his arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground as I struggled to get free. My blood was still boiling, and I kicked at the air, my adrenaline refusing to let me calm down. She needed to feel me.

"Baby! Enough!" Jey shouted; his voice hard as he held me tight. His strength overpowered my resistance, and I finally went limp, my chest heaving with anger. I pulled my romper back up over my strapless bra as it had been pulled down during the fight.

Nearby, Jacob had Kiyah in a similar hold, pulling her away from one of Tasha’s friends. "Come on, Kiyah, let it go!" he said, his voice strained but tinged with amusement. Kiyah relented; her hands still balled into fists as she glared at the two women.

The manager stormed through the crowd of onlookers, his face red with fury. "That’s it! Y’all need to get out—now! I’m not calling the cops, but if you don’t leave, I’ll change my mind real quick."

Jey carried me toward the door, his grip firm but gentle as I struggled to catch my breath. Jacob followed with Kiyah, the two of us girls still fuming.

"She’s lucky I didn’t do worse! I would’ve beat her ass some more," I shouted, my voice echoing in the parking lot. My hand went to the scratch on my upper jaw, the sting only fueling my anger. The blood staining my hands had me ready to go back in there and finish what she started.

"Lucky? Girl, hell nah! They blessed I didn’t do more damage to the both of ‘em!" Kiyah added, brushing her hair out of her face. Her tone was indignant, but the smirk on her lips betrayed her satisfaction. “You know my ass been fighting since kindergarten. I take bitches down!”

She was right. We had been double teaming hoes for years. She always had my back and I always had hers.

Jey finally set me down on the hood of his car, his expression a mix of frustration and pride. "Damn, baby. I didn’t know you had it in you."

Jacob laughed, slapping Jey on the back. "Man, your girl’s got hands. And Kiyah? She’s a beast."

"I could’ve told you that," Jey said, his lips curving into a grin as he pulled me close. “I done heard stories about Kiyah crazy ass. So, it's only right if my baby had hands too.”

With his attention back on me, his hands cupped my face gently, tilting my head to examine the scratch on my jaw. "You too pretty to be fighting, baby. Can’t be out here messing up ya face."

I tried to look away, embarrassed by his attention, but his fingers held me steady. "She deserved it," I muttered, my voice still tight with residual anger. “I should’ve done worse.”

Jey chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead. "She’s old news, baby. I’m only focused on you. Don’t let her or nobody else get under your skin."

His words were a balm to my frayed nerves, and I found myself relaxing in his arms. "You sure? Ain’t no mo’ exes I gotta fight?"

"Positive," he said, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, reassuring kiss. "Now, what you say we cool off? How about Waffle House?"

A small smile tugged at my lips despite everything. "Waffle House sounds perfect."

We turned toward Jacob and Kiyah, who were leaning against Jacob’s car across the way. Or rather, Kiyah was pinned against it, Jacob’s lips trailing along her neck. I guess that was his way of calming her down. A small giggle left my mouth.

Jey let out a loud whistle, making them jump apart.

"Y’all wanna hit Waffle House or what?" Jey called out, his grin wide.

Jacob nodded, wrapping an arm around Kiyah. "Yeah, we’ll follow y’all there."

---

The Waffle House was alive with late-night energy, the hum of conversations and clinking plates filling the air. We slid into a booth, Jey sitting close beside me with his arm draped over my shoulders. Across from us, Jacob and Kiyah sat hand in hand, their laughter mingling with the din around us.

Once our food arrived, the conversation turned to the fight. Jacob leaned back in his seat, shaking his head in disbelief. "Man, I’ve seen some wild stuff, but y’all… y’all took it to another level tonight."

"She came for me," I said defensively, stabbing a fork into my hash browns. "I wasn’t just gonna let her talk slick and get away with it. Plus, she swung and missed. Nah, she set herself up."

"And her ugly ass friends?" Kiyah added, rolling her eyes. "This wasn’t about them, but they jumped in anyway. So, guess what? I beat both of they asses like they stole something."

Jey laughed, his hand squeezing my shoulder. "You held your own, baby. I’m proud of you."

The disharmony from earlier began to melt away as Jey and Jacob launched into stories about past Prada Boi fights. They painted vivid pictures of brawls at clubs, parking lots, and even house parties. Kiyah and I hung on their every word, our laughter filling the small space as we imagined the chaos. It seemed like me and Kiyah fit right in. Perhaps, we needed a Prada Girl division.

By the time we finished eating, the mood was light and easy, the events of the night feeling like a distant memory. Kiyah leaned into Jacob, her voice soft but playful. "I’m trying to head back to your place tonight."

Jacob smirked, glancing at Jey. "Looks like we’re calling it a night."

Jey chuckled, pulling out his wallet to pay for everyone. "I got it," he said, waving off Jacob’s attempt to chip in.

Outside, we said our goodbyes. Kiyah gave me a quick hug before climbing into Jacob’s car. "Call me tomorrow," she said with a wink.

I knew what her ass was about to get into. It was Jacob I was worried about. His whole life was about to change after she put it on him.

Jey opened the passenger door of his car for me, his hand resting on my lower back as I slid in. The ride back to his place was quiet but comfortable, the soft drone of the radio filling the silence. Jey reached over, lacing his fingers with mine.

"You showed me a whole other side of you tonight," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself. I like that shit, baby."

I glanced at him, my heart swelling at his words. "Thank you," I said softly. "I just… I want to be the kind of girl who’s got your back. Ride for you like you ride for me."

His grip on my hand tightened, and he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to my skin. "You already are baby. We for life."

As we pulled up to his place, I couldn’t help but feel like we were finally moving in the right direction. Despite everything, I wanted to believe we could make this work. We had to.

---

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[harmonyrae]

MANIFESTING 2025 Memories

Because we were absolutely FERAL and manifested smex cards, I'm gonna put my ideas for cards/banners/events out there for the Infold team - who I think we can all agree, browse social media and see our collective mental breakdown on the regular.

Some kind of astronomy banner/event with a nod to astrology. They have the boys zodiac signs listed, they know the astrology girlies would eat it UP. Maybe an event exploring a planetarium and there's a booth for a zodiac analysis with special dialogue to associate with your zodiac sign & his. I want to witness Zayne being told how much of a Virgo he is while also being reminded I am also very much a Virgo. Thanks.

Summer beach event with SWIMWEAR for both the boys & MC. I know they probably won't want to give us MC in a swimwear (for many reasons), but imagine the possibilities (full coverage bikini, tankini, dress or skirt coverup, rash guard, etc) which we could buy in the chocolate shop. And then do cute lil beach photo shoots...

Speaking of chocolate shop - PUT MORE OUTFITS IN THERE CAUSE DAMN... I know there must be people drowning in chocolate if you've got everything already. Also, we grind for it for a reason, give us more thingies please & thank you.

And speaking of outfits... if we see that red shirt show up in one more memory... Listen, personally I like the outfit, the choker is cute and it suits MC, but FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY GIVE US MORE! The boys get hot fits on the regular with events, let MC have MORE!

Oh and circling back to grinding tehe can Abyssal Chaos be reset when Caleb comes home? It would be really cool and stuff... There's only so much we can do and I KNOW WE HATE TOBIAS BUT, to be so real, I think we would all deal with him if it meant free resources.

HEAR ME OUT - a spring Renaissance Fair. I can't get the image of Sylus in armor doing a jousting contest out of my head (fanfic incoming?!) and MC in a cute lil medieval hunters outfit. Give us that time travel shit again and I will give all my money. Rafayel critiquing medieval art, Zayne conflicted about using modern medicine & OOH Xavier accidentally getting drunk on strong af mead HELLO?

MC won a bet, the boys have to do something - I've seen some fanfics, I KNOW okay. Put Rafayel in a maid outfit and Infold, you will have enough money to support yourself through 5.0!

Similar to the bet concept, a prank war. Each boy would prank MC so differently so it would be a really funny group event. Like Rafayel would not hold back, he would probably end up making MC mad. Xavier would be super silly with it, old school pranks and MC would be trying to do more modern pranks. Zayne would be hesitant to prank her, but would, only because she pranks him first. And I SWEAR Sylus wouldn't pull a single prank, but the ANTICIPATION would be MCs undoing.

Since we didn't get a Halloween event, might I suggest a Friday the 13th event? First Friday the 13th is in June and methinks that is the perfect time for something SPOOKY. Monster boys. That's all I gotta say. Make em classic horror monsters - WE KNOW YOU CAN YOU MADE THEM CATS FFS - and I will slam my credit card on the table.

Specific to the Boys:

Sylus: - I wanna be on his bike again. Please, I beg, biketok is going away and this is all I'll have (dramatic). Take me on that "joyride" baby! - I want angst. I want MC to come face to face with the consequences of being so close to Sylus. Either the Association coming down on her for her associating with him OR Sylus's enemies making a HUGE MISTAKE and coming after her to get to him. - More big dick gang leader Sylus. Show me his brutal side, WE LOVE IT AND NEED TO BE REMINDED OKAY?!

Rafayel: - MC models for him. Maybe for his birthday event? His "gift" is us modeling for a painting and it turns spicy. The multitude of fanfics speak volumes to how well this would go over. - Please PLEASE give us Rafayel with a tail. Just spend the money, render that beautiful bitch and give us an H20 "oh no I got wet, ahhh my tail" moment. I beg.

Xavier: - COOKING CLASSES. I feel like it was hinted at in the prologue for the Love Tour event, but I would love to see them in a class together. Just domestic cuteness. - ANGST ON HO HO NO... Can we have an actual Sleeping Beauty moment? Xavier falls into a deep sleep thanks to a Wanderer and MC can't wake him up. Then you go all Inception on us and MC enters his dreams to wake him up. You could feed us so much lore disguised as "just a dream" or even have MC discover some truths about his past.

Zayne: - Exchange program. MC gets to experience the other side. She works with the combat medics to gain more knowledge which will help her on the field. Maybe another "hands on training" moment withe Zayne (I MISSED THAT CARD, IT'S ONLY FAIR INFOLD). - ANGST PLEASE - MC has to have surgery after a mission. Maybe it is minor, or maybe make it major and have us cry. And Zayne has to walk his fellow doctors through the procedure because his hands are shaking so badly at the thought of losing the love of his life. (crying) - Two words. Library make-out. I will give you two more. Library smex. Give our nerdy girls the fantasy, TRUST.

For Caleb, I do hope his first card is really sweet or insanely heavy. Make a statement cause people either love him or hate him and those undecided will make up their minds with that card. He didn't get blown up for nothing, give the boy a chance.

Comment below what you'd like to see Love & Deepspace do for events or add to the game! We manifest together.

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[berryhobii]

i’ve been really into street racing.

hobi is reader’s boyfriend and he takes us out to the track one night to be the count down girl.

maybe you can have him go up against one of the other boys. maybe one of them tries to taunt hobi by flirting with us.

you can decide whether he wins or not but either way he gets some lovin’. also you can dictate if it’s just a kiss, heavy petting, or full blown smut.

i’m not super picky; i just wanna see some rivalry and fast cars😭

Hi! Thanks for your request! I don’t know much about cars or street racing outside of movies so I don’t know how accurate most of this is but I did my best! I really hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think! Much love🩵🩵

~

The summer air was surprisingly cool against your brown skin. The sun had disappeared hours ago, making way for the beaming light of the moon to illuminate the dark overpass.

Everyone was off in their own worlds, beers and wine coolers being tossed back and discarded on the concrete, joining multiple cigarette butts and condom wrappers.

Pulling your compact mirror out of your purse, you double checked your carefully done makeup. Hot damn, you looked fine as hell. This was a special night. It was only appropriate that you looked your best.

“Princess.”

Snapping your mirror closed, you were met with the panty dropping image of your boyfriend in all his leather clad glory—leather jacket, fingerless gloves, even a pair of leather pants that made his bulge look particularly delicious. This outfit alone deserved a blowjob. Good thing you sprang for smear proof lipstick.

As if he could read your mind, he snapped his fingers to get your attention, your eyes reluctantly lifting to meet his. “My eyes are up here, princess.”

You smirked, reaching out to hook a finger in his belt loops to pull him closer. You leaned your head back to stare alluringly into his own, your cat like lashes fluttering. “Well my eyes are down there so I guess we’re at an impasse.”

He rolled his eyes at your vulgarity but you knew he wasn’t really annoyed at you, his own smirk tugging at his lips.

He cupped your cheek, thumb stroking over your plump bottom lip. At the movement, your mouth wrapped around the digit, giving it a light suck. He could feel his own cock jump at the sight but he couldn’t let himself get horny here. Not now. No matter how tempting you were.

“Aish, you’re impossible. Save it until after the race.” He sighed but not before pressing hard on your tongue making you gag a little. That tiny display of dominance went right to your cunt, the thin panties you were wearing already soaked through.

“I’ve been saving it since we left the house.” You purred, your index finger trailing along his bulge through his pants. He shivered and cursed under his breath. You were dangerous—very very dangerous.

“Hey Jung! Maybe you should be more worried about blowing the race instead of getting blown by your girl!” The deep voice of Kim Taehyung called from the other side of the overpass. Laughter reigned from his posse, his hooded eyes sparkling with mirth at calling out his rival.

Your eyes glanced from them back to Hoseok who was already glaring at the man he would be competing against tonight. No one got under Hoseok’s skin like Taehyung did, that smug bastard was still riding the high of winning the last race which left them tied.

Tonight, Hoseok would wipe that cocky smirk right off that rich boy’s face.

“Hey baby, why don’t you come over here with a real winner? I’ll show you a good time.” He whistled at you, eyes locked in a fierce battle with Hoseok. He was taunting him, loud and clear in front of everybody. Hoseok didn’t mind a little trash talk but he drew the line when people disrespected you.

You knew Hoseok better than anyone and you could tell by his face that he was reaching his breaking point.

Standing from the hood of his car, you brought your hand to his cheek to turn his face to you. “Hoseok, baby.”

That fire was burning in this eyes, that unflappable spirit and unwavering confidence that you fell in love with spreading like liquid fire through his veins.

“You get out there and win. I want to rub that bastard’s face in it.”

The sneer on his lip was gone, replaced by a wolfish grin, one that told you he was ready to go.

Gripping your ass over your mini skirt and giving it a hard squeeze, he pulled you closer to his body, the heat radiating from him sinking into your bones.

“I will, princess. Then I’ll come back and fuck you on the hood of this car.”

You smiled, poking his nose with your finger. “I’m looking forward to it.”

~

Soon enough, the atmosphere had changed from a casual hangout to electric chaos, nerves buzzing and the crowd practically bursting with anticipation.

Taehyung gripped the steering wheel of his car, looking over through his passenger window to Hoseok who was staring ahead. He must have felt Taehyung’s stare because he turned his head, their eyes blazing with a surge of emotions.

Neither of them wanted to lose. Losing meant no bragging rights. Losing meant inferiority.

Losing was not an option.

The corner of Taehyung’s lip turned up, his foot pressing on his gas pedal, his car roaring in challenge. A psych out method that Hoseok wouldn’t fall for. He didn’t have time for Taehyung’s games.

Flipping Taehyung off, Hoseok focused back ahead to where you were stepping from the sidelines to stand in the middle of both of the rumbling cars.

Your lace up heels, mini skirt, and crop top combo was driving him crazy, the pure sex appeal that dripped from you sending the crowd into a frenzy. The wolf whistles and claps were only riling Hoseok up more.

He was gonna win. Not only for himself but for you.

Your heart was thudding in equal parts excitement and nerves. This was your first time doing this and despite the job being relatively easy, you were still nervous. Everyone knew you were Hoseok’s girl. How would it look if you started the race and then he lost? Racing was his pride, his passion. You didn’t want to mess this up.

Then you captured the gaze of the man you loved through his windshield. He flashed you that beautiful smile along with a wink and all of a sudden, those nerves disappeared.

Taking a deep breath, you raised the flags in both of your hands. Their engines revved, the crowd growing more and more excited. Casting Hoseok a final glance and mouthing a ‘good luck’, you brought the flags down.

Foots on the gas, both cars sped off with a deafening screech of their tires. Dust whipped around you, tiny rocks hitting your skin and the crowd cheering loudly for who they wanted to win.

You turned around, barely catching sight of their tail-lights as they sped on the course and out of sight.

All you could do was wait.

~

Taehyung glanced into his rear view mirror, Hoseok coming up on his left. Blocking his path, Hoseok was forced to slow down a little to prevent crashing into Taehyung. Taehyung smirked; maneuvers like that was his strong suit. He blocked his competitors and secured his win. It’s how he’s beaten Hoseok all of those times before. Hoseok was a good driver but he was too careful.

Taehyung was a fierce competitor with an amazing car but even with all of that, he was impulsive, hasty and too cocky. That’s where his weakness was.

Little did Taehyung know, losing wasn’t on Hoseok’s agenda today. Today, he would let loose.

Taehyung looked into his rear view again, finding Hoseok trailing further behind him.

“Ha. Giving up, Jung? Smart.”

Around the final bend, the overpass just in sight, Taehyung was feeling confident about winning this one. He’d win and then he’d watch Hoseok’s pretty girlfriend become absolutely devastated. It would be too easy.

He would relax and cinch this win.

Just a few hundred yards from the finish line, Taehyung began to slow down just a little. Hoseok was too far behind to catch up anyway. He could cruise into this win.

Hoseok took a deep breath, just the thought of you waiting for him enough to give him that last burst of confidence he needed. Shifting gears, he slammed on the gas, the needle on the speedometer flying from 90 to 140 in seconds. Like a bullet, Hoseok flew past Taehyung.

Taehyung could barely react, pressing on his own gas in an attempt to regain his lead but it was too late. The cheers of the crowd hit his ears but they weren’t for him.

You could have cried seeing Hoseok’s car cross the line with Taehyung just milliseconds behind him. You couldn’t even hear the people around you, focused solely on your boyfriend who had stepped out of his car.

His eyes frantically looked around, searching for the one person who he knew would be waiting for him.

You ran the best you could in your heels into his open arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun both of you around.

Pulling away, you cupped both of his cheeks, letting out a watery laugh before connecting your lips in a desperate and yearning kiss full of joy, love, and overwhelming pride.

“I won, princess. I won.” He said against your lips.

He won.

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“Ooooooo shit, fuck me harder with that fat cock baby! It feels so good!” You moaned/screamed as Hoseok’s thick cock pummeled your walls in back shots so deep that you could feel him in your stomach. Tears streamed down your cheeks, drool leaking from your mouth and forming tiny puddles on the hood of his car. You could feel yourself ready to burst, all of the pent up energy and adrenaline from the race still coursing through your veins.

After his win, Hoseok immediately drove you two to an empty parking lot and then he was on you. He kept true to his promise, pulling you out of the car and hauling you up on the hood before eating you out like a madman. He didn’t even remove your panties, simply moving them to side before diving into your succulent cunt.

Hoseok cursed, working his hips back and forth faster than his car, the squelch of your walls spurring him on faster. Your creamy cunt was making the filthiest noises along with your pleasure fueled babbles and pleads.

The cool hood of his car was doing nothing to alleviate the heat radiating off of you, your nipples rubbing against the surface to the point where they hurt a little bit but it was only adding to the mind numbing pleasure.

“Yeah? Hold that ass open for me.”

Reaching your hands back, you spread your ass cheeks for him, giving him a view of your twitching ass. Gathering some saliva in his mouth, he let spit dribble from his mouth down to your little hole. He rubbed his thumb over the tight ring of muscle making you whine out. There was no warning, no gentle touches, no preparation before he shoved his thumb right into your ass, hooking it and using it as a type of leverage on forcing your ass to clap against him.

Your mouth dropped in a silent scream at the feeling of the sudden intrusion, the new sensation hurtling you towards orgasm. You felt so fucking full, both of your holes stuffed and your knees quivering as they threatened to give on you.

Hoseok must have sensed it because he grabbed one of your legs and propped it up on the hood. Not only did this position open you up more, it let him reach so much deeper, the tip of his cock rubbing against your gspot with every stroke.

You choked out a moan, head lifting and your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your pleasure crested.

“I’m gonna cum Hoseok! Fuck I’m gonna cum! I-I’m…!” You slurred, nails scratching the paint off and leaving thin marks in the metal.

His thumb dug deeper, cock reaching unexplored places of your pussy. “Cum princess. Shit shit shit.”

You both reach your highs at the same time, your walls constricting around him and milking him for everything he had, his cum coating your squishy walls. Your head banged forward on the car, shivers going down your spine despite the heat of the night.

Your chests rose and fell as you tried to regain your breath. You felt Hoseok’s hand travel up your shoulder to grab your face, peeling your sweaty body off the surface. He craned your head backwards, bringing his lips down on yours in a feverish kiss. You hummed, your tongues dancing and licking at each other.

“Congrats on your win, baby.”

“Thanks. Do I get my prize now?”

You laughed because he was so ridiculous but so were you. That’s why you fit together so well.

“Get in the back, loser.”

[lady-of-the-silver-lakeatron]

Bridgerton Season 3 Episode 1 Initial Reactions

I didn't get to post these reactions so I'm posting them late as I needed time to edit all my 3am typos (cry) from Thursday.

Bless Francesca for being the funniest lowkey Bridgerton with that piano playing scene.

I swear I paused the Colin glow up reveal scene to analyze everyone's reaction. My top choices are Anthony and Kate and Bennedict.

ABC reunion + Gregory being adorable. I love when they show the sibling interactions.

Backs up, did I just see ASL from a debutant! That is so cool!

Queen Charlotte is having none of these people lmfao

Not Eloise getting dragged by Colin by her fashion choices (peak brother-sister vibes)

Stop- Francesca: “y'all are chaotic yappers the lord cannot present me a harder challenge”

Featherington's! I almost forgot both of Pen's sisters were married here! I keep remembering the book (romancing Mr. Bridgerton) and that the show has arranged things differently.

Prudence's man (I cannot/ do not remember his name) is giving such strong Kenergy.

Would it be the Featherington household without financial drama?

Eloise - Pen meet up, omg the heart break in their eyes!!

Cressida, when I get you!! It has been 0.5 seconds since this girl got to this garden party and she's already bullying Pen. Girl breathe.

Cressida-Eloise is intriguing as a dynamic I’m afraid. Also, Pen’s sad little face (cry)

I'm a bit confused with Francesca's interest in the marriage mart right now as she seems to prefer being around small groups of people and does not have much interest in being around guys. It feels as if this is a chore she must fulfil.

Kate -Violet solidarity is so cute to see after the angst of last season

Lady Danbury in the white ensemble with the top hat is looking magnificent I want her to poke someone with her cane!!

I'm liking the make up on Kate much more this season??? She seems a lot more glowy and rosy, maybe it's the lighting or something but her make up looks different.

I'm so sorry but Colin getting all this attention after having a literal hot girl summer is vv funny. Like he's in his early 20s lmao, but he is not giving confidence he is giving slightly awkward line reading with no chemistry. In the books him being more rakish was believable because it was set 10 years later.

Colin meeting and talking to Pen, side eye my boy. I'm loving the costuming choices to visibly show they are both uncomfortable/ do not fit their clothes well and it’s so starkly done. Poor Pen in this yellow dress makes her look a lot more juvenile (which isn't bad but it is unflattering). And Colin with what I am assuming are Anthony hand me downs since that jacket looks frumpy. The parallels!

Omg "Go home and get to work" Mrs.Featherington is so unserious

One sentence horror story "I take comfort in knowing you will always be there to take care of me". Get out miss Penelope runnn

Colin had one slutty slutty summer and the fact they keep trying to frame it as mostly intellectual is sending me.

Eloise reading Jane Austen! Is this character development?

Every scene so far where Pen and Eloise see each other gives the vibe of two exes meeting after the most devastating break up, I appreciate this framing so much because losing your childhood girl best friend is one of the most painful types of breakups.

ABC hang out?? Bennedict responsibility arc?

"She is colder now I am afraid" is a wild way to say someone is dead.

NEWTON!! BABY!! KANTHONY! IN! BED! BEING ROMANTIC!!

Damn! We're getting steamy af scenes already in the first episode! Anthony needing to go down on his wife to start off the day is certainly something I can get behind.

OOh this outfit reveal! Yessssss bb Pen eat them up! Penelope having a *debut* moment.

Aww the Featherinton spouses are sweet.

I see you Colin with that side eye

Omg Penelope being a bombshell and being socially awkward is so cute. You’ll figure it out soon bb don’t give up, they’re just jelous!

Ooh these girls are not liking Eloise they're sus

I'm a little uninterested in the queen charlotte diamond drama atm

Francesca: Live Laugh Love the piano forte

These guys are being so rude to Fran like let the poor girl speak! You’re traumatizing her.

Kanthony dancing and Kate's dress to reference the Bridgerton blue?? Oh the costume department has served.

Aww walflower solidarity with Francesca and Penelope. They're both the more reserved of their family, it's sweet moment between the two and the encouragement!

I know we won't love lord Debling but he's looking so sweetly at Pen and being so welcoming compared to everyone else.

CRESSIDA they can never make me like you, you little brat.

Yes, Pen eat him up give it to him tell him!!! "You miss me but you would never court me". GET HIS ASSS!!

 I fear our girl will be writing some scathing lady Whistledown.

This man threatening the Featheringtons is a gremlin, and I am getting bad vibes.

This conversation about the pitting of women against each other is valid social commentary but I cannot focus on it as it appears Cressida has murdered a flock of flamingoes to make her outfit.

Self-awareness, Cressida, does not free you from your crimes!

Kanthony is serving this episode. I appreciate this blissfully married life on them! Also Kate’s outfits are so intricate and beautiful. She has come so far.

Francesca so far feels like an external character, and it was similar in the novels until we got to her book. I really hope we get more context for her outlook soon.

Colin, what are YOU doing here. The way that Luke N is serving this season, whew. I really can buy his clueless innocence at his friendship with Pen, but finally the plot is plotting!

I'm very confused by this Baron Kent plot line and its introduction in the first episode.

OOH the drama for Colin's Whistledown dress down.

She really said he ain't shit, it's a facade, a ruse, he's a sad little attention whore

Colin: FUCK lady whistle down all my homies hate lady whistle down.

I'll keep it short. It was simply exhilarating. I love being back it's like slipping into a comfy worn hoodie. It's good to be back!

[theunhingedwriter]

It was mid-October, and the chatter of this year's Halloween party adding like wildfire around the company. People were trying to figure out each other's Halloween costumes and when and where the party will be held this year, but the main topic was...

This year's costumes!

Everyone was so expected. Halloween was the only day that the company wasn't breathing down everyone's neck, and it was a breath of fresh air, especially after how busy everyone has been since the boys have been on tour in the US.

The event was always held in the commons area; everyone would pitch in for snacks and drinks, regardless of position. But, as you would know, It was many about alcohol. Everyone could get drunk and loosen up after a hard-working summer.

You were pacing your hotel room, nibbling at your lower lip; you had ye, angrily. Everyone else had already bought theirs and cool props to go with it. Even Mingi had him, and everyone knew he was always late.

You were fighting a battle with yourself.

Am I a ghost this year?

Rabbit? NO! not.

I should cosplay. But what?

" ugh, why is this so hard?" you uttered angrily, scrolling through Pinterest to get some outfit ideas or see something that might strike your eye that you might want to buy.

It was so hard because you wanted to wear something that would impress two particular people.

As of late, you've been trying to spike their fancy and get them to notice you. You've worked with Ateez for a few years and like them—more than you'd like to admit. However, you were unsure of their status because they had yet to present, even though you were around the same age. They were late-bloomers despite hoongjoon being older than all of Ateez.

Which the other members who have presented are sure to tease him about. How come the second to oldest still needs to be present?

It wasn't just hoongjoon that had yet to present. Mingi was well despite being the third to youngest and hasn't shown any signs of presenting anytime soon. He told you how it was embarrassing being the second tallest member and still not knowing what he would be.

You related to him in a way, and you always felt like your classification always put a damper on your life. You've always been able to pass as a beta, even though you were an omega. You wouldn't have been able to get as close to boys as you did if the company knew anything about you being an omega.

When you first started, it was unacceptable for omegas to work with idols because of risks with heats, and some omegas will purposefully not take their meds to try and get the idols to attack them and try to get the Alpha to mate them.

But, in your predicament, you wanted to be the hairstylist to your best friend, San.

You've always loved doing hair, and San hasn't trusted anyone else with his hair, so when San made it into ateez, he helped you get the job.

"What do you plan on wearing for the Halloween party?" San asked you excitedly.

You and him tried hard to find good costumes, but neither could find one. Then an idea popped into your head.

"Chucky's bride!" You nearly screamed.

San was barely able to stay in his skin from the scream; he looked at you surprised and snickered softly,

"Who is who?" he joked.

You giggled.

"Well, I'm Chucky, of course!" you teased, smiling brightly at him as he rolled his eyes at you knowing better than you to argue with you over something you want to do.

The boys had learned that arguing with you is like arguing with a brick wall.

SO! you were going to be Chucky, and... San's hair was blonde anyway.

***

I’ve edited this part so read until this section is done

" It's so crazy that the 13th was on a Friday this month! It was so fucking scary, just like Friday the fucking 13th," Jongho said.

As Hongjoon let out a disapproval sound at the youngest cussing, he hated hearing Jongho cuss because he still viewed him as a baby. The youngest rolled his eyes and laughed softly. He knew it pissed Hongjoon off, but it was so funny to see him get upset with Jongho.

To you, it was adorable... his face would scrunch up cutely, and he would ball up his fist next to his side and bounce them off slightly while stamping his right foot was adorable.

You snickered softly as they started to bicker a bit; you saw San setting the commons area up with some of the staff and the rest of ateez.

Mingi was helping Yeosang hang some decorations; San was putting the snacks on the table with the staff while wooyong was lying on the couch. So you decided to watch Mingi and Yeosang hang up things.

" need some help?" You asked them

They both snicker a bit, which makes you frown; you know nowhere a little on the short side, but that doesn't mean you still can't help.

" Thanks love, but we're good," Mingi says, using the nickname he usually calls you to keep your violent impulse at bay.

You roll your eyes and nod your head. You'd get him later and Yeosang as well. After that, it was your turn to pick the movies you'd most defiantly get them back.

***

And this

You nearly jumped out of your skin from the scream that rang in your ears, it wasn’t from the jump-scare on the screen, or the terrible actor pretending to be afraid, oh no. It was from Song Mingi himself. You turned to face the other as you gave him a sly smirk. After all…you told him you'd get him back for teasing you.

He didn't believe you.

"Awe, Mingi, are you scared? " You teased

Mingi's body goes stiff, and he glares down at you, which sent a shiver down your spine. You've never shivered like that because of any of the boys; the glare the other gave you was cold, harsh and intimating but… also confusingly sensual, it made you sweat at little, was a little frightened but the fear felt…nice?

You broke eye contact with mingi and looked back at the movie. Then, you heard a chuckle on the other side of your body. You knew it was hongjoong, which made you want to sink into the floor. He must have seen the whole interaction with mingi; it was him, you, and mingi on the side of the couch with the rest of Ateez spread out around the rest of the sofa, but mingi and hongjoon decided to sandwich you between them.

Mingi was still looking down at you while your entire body started to burn with embarrassment; why was he staring at you so much? It was beginning to make you warm…no... you were a blaze.

"Heh, you gonna stare at me the whole movie." You mocked.

Mingi didn't laugh. However, he did lean closer to you to look you directly in the eyes.

"you think this is funny, huh?" He grumbled with a soft growl.

Your body went stiff as you broke eye contact with him once again. The look mingi was giving you made your entire body feel like it was on fire, and hongjoon's taunting giggling made it worse. You could feel your chest heaving in deep breaths, your chest tighten, throat becoming dry and vocal; cord straining from the harsh gulps you were taking as your forehead broke out into a sweat.

What the hell was wrong with you? Why did you start to feel like this all of a sudden?

Your body felt like an inferno ! like someone just tossed a lit match into your stomach, making your body engulf into flames and it just kept getting hotter, and hotter.

You felt like your body would cave from the heat as you start to sweat a bit for and feel the urge to pass out.

You let out a small huff in pain; your stomach started to churn and burn as heat spread throughout your abdomen outwards.

Hongjoong noticed your distress and gently touched your thigh, which had nothing to cover since you were in a skirt. Your body went stiff, and you released a soft, anxious sigh.

" you okay, sweetheart?" he asked softly as you shook your head. Then, his eyebrow frowns in worry.

"What's wrong with you?" he questions softly.

You shook your head and took your other hand to stand up, but mingi pushed you back against the couch.

Mingi looked down at you with concern,” are you alright, your body feels like it’s on fire.” He tells you worriedly as he pushes your forehead to his right cheek to check your temperature, once his face got closed to yours his pupils go small as his jaw goes slack and he grabs you up and give you a crazed look before uttering,

"You smell so divine…” he grumbled as Joong added,”just heavenly…”

your body starts to go weak, your muscles intense, jaw going slack as you sink into the couch as his soothing voice sends your once working brain straight to mush…

This is going to be a long night…

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Thank you so much for reading my very first fan-fiction!! This was so much fun to write and I hope you’ll stick around for my other stories!

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[emcscared-whumps]

No pressure on these but maybe for the oc outfit asks, 🔥 for Pete and/or 🚓 for Johnstone bc he needs to go to JAIL

From this post!

Thanks for the ask, and also for your patience ^-^'

It's been sitting in my inbox for months now and I promise I never forgot it lmao

🔥 - Pete in What He'd Wear on a Very Hot Day

I looooove the idea of this one, the mental image of him sitting slumped somewhere overheating was lovely, thankyou >:)

the poor boy really is not used to, or built for the """hot""" weather :) devonhurst is brutally cold, and also miserable and wet, with very short summers. those summers, however, can get to a top of a whole 29C! how suffocatingly hot (LOL) (i'm from the armpit of queensland, those are baby numbers, and he's not even above 26 haha)

not only is pete straight up unacclimatised to the warmth, he has thick, insulated skin, and no ability to sweat, which means when the temperature rises, there's not much he can do to cool off except have a swim or take a cool bath :) neither of which are an option uwu

🚓 - Johnstone (and Pete) in a Prison Uniform

ALSO, I CAN'T FUCKING READ SO HERE'S 🚓 FOR BOTH OOPS (lying across my desk laughing)

I have no idea how Pete would end up in a human prison, but I DO know that he'd be losing his mind with fear, and that he wouldn't fare well for long :))

Update: it's been months and this actually gave me huge brainworms that sparked a whole au scenario with a friend and it was so fucking good <3<3

You can read more about Pete [here] and more about Johnstone [here]

Taglist

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@dang-i-like-whump (a treat for you lmao)

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@painful-pooch

@pigeonwhumps

@whumplovers-collaborate

@whump-cravings

@willowtreewhump

If you would like to be added or removed, please let me know <3

(also im stupid and realised too late i didn't tag anyone when i posted the zine piece! oops, that's a thing, it's linked [here] if you wanna check it out/haven't already)

[krenenbaker]

The TWST Boys' Favourite Clothes

What is their favourite item in their wardrobe like? (Includes all the students, minus the Ramshackle duo)

Heartslabyul

Riddle: A wool sweater. It's a deep red, almost maroon, with a cable-knit pattern. Riddle often feels cold, so the sweater has also become incredibly soft with wear.

Ace: A band tee from a concert he saw with his brother and a few of their friends. It's technically not even his shirt, it's his brother's (but Ace has had it for so long that it's basically his now).

Deuce: A baby blue short sleeve button-up shirt. It was one of the first things he got after he chose to change his behaviour, and he went shopping for a few "smart" clothes with his mum. ♡

Trey: A snapback hat with a floral pattern on the front section. It has a flat bill, and there are little purple, red, and yellow flowers over the fabric. But what really drew Trey to this hat (other than the fact that ooh, it's a hat!!) were the little clovers sprinkled throughout the fabric pattern.

Cater: A cream turtleneck that he bought himself. It's suuuuuuuuper soft, and fits him just right. Cater takes it with him absolutely everywhere he goes.

Savanaclaw

Leona: A purple and yellow silk shawl. It's soft, not too hot, and not too cool. Plus, wearing it makes him feel more regal - and powerful - than any other item possibly could.

Ruggie: A jean jacket made entirely of pockets from old jeans. His granny sewed it for him a few years back, and now Ruggie uses it almost every day.

Jack: His sweatpants. They're comfortable to wear, he can use them for working out, sleeping, lounging, literally whatever, and they're warm enough to wear just as-is outside during the winter months.

Octavinelle

Azul: Although he would hate to admit it, his navy blue hoodie. It's warm, and it's dark, and wearing it just makes him feel safe.

Jade: His hiking boots. He hates clothes and finds them uncomfortable and unnecessary, but his boots are practical. He loves how much grip they have, and the amount of cushion in the soles. He's been in a lot less pain since he started wearing them on hikes, instead of other shoes.

Floyd: Surprisingly for the biggest shoe-lover on the list, his collection of socks! Floyd LOVES being able to choose from so many different styles and designs, and to mix-and-match as he pleases. His favourite pair changes often, but he almost always likes his pink music note socks and his eel socks.

Scarabia

Kalim: His natural (undyed) linen pyjamas. Sure, they are nowhere near as fancy as most of his other garments, or as nicely tailored. But they're comfy, and breathable, and just feel so nice to wear.

Jamil: Interestingly, the hoodie from his school uniform. The design is cool, and it is something that's distinctly his. While his other clothes are familiar and well-fitted, this hoodie provides a different sort of security and joy.

Pomefiore

Vil: A high neck black tank top. Vil enjoys the simplicity of the shirt; it's just a cotton tank top, but he can combine it with a huge variety of outfits. Paired with a bright maxi skirt, under an off-the-shoulder sweater, with a lilac suit jacket and jeans... it's incredibly versatile while still being comfortable and easy to care for.

Epel: His first ever Applepom, more specifically, the hat. It may be missing the original apple, and it hasn't fit him in years and years, but it's still really special to him, and he has a lot of good memories associated with it.

Rook: His beaded deerskin vest. He made it by hand with his grand-maman and grand-papa when he visited them one summer. It is incredibly detailed, and - to Rook - the memories of the effort that went into its creation (from the hunting, to the tanning, to the sewing and beading) are almost more beautiful than the vest itself.

Ignihyde

Idia: Idia is our third, and final, hoodie lover! Idia's favourite hoodie is ridiculously oversized - it's absolutely MASSIVE, nearly reaching his calves in length. It's light blue, and has a pattern of black cats. He finds it to be extremely comforting to wear, and it fits his aesthetic too, so that's an added bonus!

Ortho: He doesn't exactly wear clothes, but his favourite part of any of his gear is his feet from his Athletic Gear. They're just FUN! Plus, it makes him feel like he's the same as the rest of his classmates, if only just a little bit more.

Diasomnia

Malleus: A set of dark green robes. They are beautifully tailored, the fabric is smooth, and they allow for a wide range of movement. (His second favourite item of clothing is a bucket hat that Lilia bought him. It is a horribly gaudy colour, with an odd cartoon character mascot on the front. Malleus can't wear it, of course, but he finds it endearing.)

Silver: His leather gloves, given to him by Lilia. They have become soft and pliable from the many, many hours he has used them in training and daily life, and are now perfectly formed to his hands.

Sebek: His jodhpurs. These pants are one of the absolute most comfortable articles of clothing in his wardrobe. They're also used for ONE distinct, specific purpose - horseback riding - which Sebek also appreciates about them.

Lilia: A pink mesh shirt. He finds it fun, and cool, and unique, and is just so different from what he used to allow himself to wear. Plus, it matches his hair, and he just knows that it looks good on him!

[captain-n-crunchies]

Sah- De not Sade

Earthy Black reader x Denki Kaminari

Music. The one thing even I wouldn't give up for the world, to pop, to neo-soul, to even metal; I've been finding new artist recently at this record store by my apartment, the store is just a small business ran by a family of 4, their daughter has been with me since I was a kid moving to Japan because my dad got a new hero job was difficult; culture shock.

It's honestly too hot to be walking the street today, June heat and the fact my summer outfits ain't even giving just made my mood dop, then it some boy with yellow hair staring at me like I'm some newly discovered species!? Turing my head to look at the boy he just smiles and waves, a little taken back I just wave and speed walk into the record store, my best friend told me a new shipment of records from my favorite artist came in! SADE, even though it's a old album they vinyl was brand new got the cd in too! combing my finger through each album to grow my collection from Miseducation of Lauryn Hill to BLONDE by Frank Ocean even a CDs of Snoop Dogg and Selena was littered across each table. Picking up a Sade album when the werido from early comes up to me

" You like Sade? She's my-"

" I'm sorry but who is Sade?

" The woman on the album, Sade?" He looks just as confused as me.

" Baby this is SAH- DE not Sade hun"

"... Im pretty sure it not sah-dey but I like her music that one song-

" How she your favorite artist but you can't pronounce the band name?

... He just stares at me and pulls out his phone trying to prove me wrong with a recording of her saying her name, when she starts is smug smirk turns into a frown and I giggle at his deflated expression.

" Oh... it is sah-de and they are a band? I thought that was her name?"

" It's her stage name but also the band name, i dont undertsna d it either but she been my favorite singer since I was kid"

Fo the next few minutes we talk about our music taste, and I know I called him a werido before but, he's kind of cool getting past his confident mistake. I pay for my album, and he asks me if I had a boyfriend.

" And if I don't?"

" Then my plan worked and I could ask you out duhh"

" And if I dont accept"

His face turns a little gloomy making me giggle more as he lists all the reasons that going on a date with him would be worth my wild, I accept, and he slips me his number as I write my number down on his hand

" So, what plan did you have?"

" I heard the music in your headphones and I knew the band right, seeing you pick the album I acted like I didnt know her name"

" So...you lied?"

" And it worked idnt it" He boost a smirk on his face widen as i roll m eyes and chuckle"

" Your funny, a liar but funny you what's your name again?

" Denki, yours"

" y/n"

He writes a smiley face next to my number and name on his hand and we wave goodbye, I heard him say to a friend group that was waiting on him that he talked to me, and they laughed at him off as he tries to convince them.

" But it true! She even told me the band's name and everything!"

" Yea right and I'm Beyonce, now let's go before Aizawa beats our ass for missing training"

Snickering at the thought I walk aback home, a new boy in my mind as Kiss of Life plays through my ears.

A.N: ( I dont like the " Sade aesthetic " girlies because they all white with bad fashion sense. I make my claim with the fact I heard 5 people in my life say Sade name and band name wrong... THEY THOUGHT I WAS LYING TOO! But hope y'all like it! Love y'all <3

[creativesplat]

Who I’m voting for in CYL, and why you should vote for them too! (Vote for whoever you want, but enjoy my little rambles anyway!)

Wet cat baby girl deserve all the votes and love. M!Alear fans have the manga - (you go M!Alear! Be the fail boi we know you are!), but F!Alear fans have… a different alt in heroes I guess? But aside from that, the girl needs more attention! 

Also, since she’s the more popular one (at least at the moment) it’s more likely to win/ get an engage sweep if you vote for her. 

Golden retriever boi never got a new outfit as the king of Firene, and he deserve one. Also he’s the cutest little guy with the goofiest little smile and love for life and the world and he deserves all the love. Also it could be a cute future with Alear and happy and health alt, or it could be in the throes of illness as king (potentially in a wheelchair or with a cane (disability rep in fe heroes?! We would LOVE IT)), or fell!Fred which would be cool. OR it could be completely different, but whatever happens, he would still be golden retriever boi and that’s why we love him. 

Alear’s No 1 fan (joint with Framme)! Clanne makes pickles and had a support where he discovered Kimchi with Veyle. Do I need to elaborate? Also we don’t want him to get the Ashe treatment of one summer alt and nothing else, and he doesn’t have a heroes alt yet, so go vote for the little guy!

[screampied]

HEY HEY HEY VEEEEEEEGAAAAASSS :P

HEYYYYYYY NONNIE HRU ML

thank u sm pooki ily for reading <3🫦

POOL BOYSSSSS. i wanted to write a pool boy au for the summer but forgot all about it 💔💔💔 wait who’s stacy am i missing something ahah. and milf reader ??? we need more mild reader …. u might’ve intrigued me

cowboy gojo …. i’ve def had thoughts ab a cowboy au w the jjk men so we’ll see 😙

MY BABY HIIIIII !!!!! 😽 omg it came ??? STOOPP. I HOPE U HAD FUN. ghostface masks 🫦🫦🫦. he actually sent me an ask about it days earlier he was confused hehe. u used pheromone perfume too ??? COW PRINT FOR TOJIIIIII imagine that for one of his stripper costumes, or a cowboy outfit ? he’d be dressed in the most yummy designs. U DEF COOKED. YESSS UPDATE ME AGAIN BAE

same !!! i love friday, such a classic. the last ones i watched was probably jason takes manhattan and the 2009 remake. surprisingly a lot of ppl didn’t like it but i thought it was cool 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️hehe same, i got attracted to the ghostface voice right away. i never knew they actually used like a voice changer i was like whaaaa. if i was in a scream movie i’d just be like ‘just take me 🫦’ bein born on fri the 13th is so cool !!! twins huh. what should we name them 🙆‍♀️

[torialefay]

YEA SO FUN FACT ME AND CHRIS ARE BOTH DEEP WINTERS IN OUR COLOUR ANALYSIS!!

We both have neutral-cool complexion but aren't a bright winter because we don't have a completely cool-toned complexion.

So Chris naturally has a warmth to his dark hair and he's got warm tones in his eyes too- if you see fancams of him close up- he's got mahogany tones in his eyes.

And you've seen what I look like and so I also have naturally very dark, curly hair but I have hazel eyes so my eyes are more warm-toned because there's green, gold and brown in them.

So we can't really wear muted colours because it washes us out- it's why I feel Chris looks his best when he has his natural dark hair OR when he goes platinum because the ashiness in the platinum hair also brings out his features.

I honestly didn't like the orange hair he had on him last year because it washed out his skin tone.

Whereas Jeongin is more of a Summer/Spring in colour analysis so orange/red tones look amazing on him.

So it's why all-black outfits hit so well with him- as well when he wears jewel tones like you mentioned or autumnal themed colours- like in his latest reel when he wore the olive cardigan and it looked rlly nice on him.

It's why the grunge aesthetic just looks better on him than with the other members because he's physically more suited to those palettes of colours.

ALSO- its surfacing back on TikTok now where baby stays have found previous photos of him wearing the 'o' ring.

I'm not sure if you're familiar with the meaning of 'o' rings.

Do you think he's oblivious or he knows exactly what it means and he's hiding on us?

Considering the performance of red lights, I think he knows exactly what it means 😭👌

Notice how it's always on the dominant hand? Never the submissive.

i agree w the ashy blonde looking good, & i also wasn't the biggest fan of the orange. i mean he still looks better than me no matter what, but his dark hair is just too good to compete with. i dont remember him in an olive cardigan! i'm gonna have to go deep dive 😭

he is just such a black-suited boi. i hope he never changes 😮‍💨

OMG ID NEVER SEEN THAT RING NOR DID I KNOW WHAT IT MEANT 😭 i just had to look it up! so for whether he knew it's meaning or not, idk. i didn't know, but also i am quite literally unintelligent. has he worn it recently??? i'm kinda dying to know now omg

[mylesdeluca]

‘baby, baby, baby, baby, babyyyyyyyy! baby, can we play with the dice again?’

Cali in the Summer was something special. The air was humid, and the skies bright, and Myles couldn’t be more content in his life. This random evening, with exam season out of the way for the year, he was laid sideways on the large and comfy bed of his girlfriend, admiring the bits of new artwork she was showing him on her iPad. It was sunset, and her dorm window was cracked open to attempt to let in a cool breeze. The curtains flowed gently and small desk fan blew pathetic air into the room. He was shirtless, just in a pair of dark shorts, a silver chain around his neck and smooth, slight tan on his arms. Amira sat opposite him, in a short and tight outfit that him somewhat distracted at times. Her top was rather low cut.

A couple of beads of sweat ran down in his neck, trying his best to concentrate on her new pieces. She really did have a talent to be admired, but it was hard to focus in these heat. It made you a little delirious at times... especially whenever, considering he was quite low down, he peered his eyes upwards, two rather nice items were not too far from sight. “That’s a good one, baby, I like that…” He pointed to one small sketch within an abundance of things, trying to keep his eyes down on the screen. Being an architecture student, his sketches were very different; regimented lines and defined structure, all in black and white. Hers were full of colour and life. Neither bad, just different. She gave him a look, tilting her head; she had noticed his dazed expression at how her top was sitting, told him he wasn’t even concentrating on her work.

“Yes I am.” He countered defiantly with a smile, shuffling himself upwards slightly. What followed was a back and forth — “Are not.” “Am too.” “Are not!” “Am too!” — until he eventually raised his hands in defiance. “Alright. Alright! You got me… you got me. I was in fact just staring at your boobs.” He let out a laugh, giving his usual cheeky grin that he always did when he was trying to get away with something, “Very problematic of me, I know.” She let out a huff, rolling her eyes at his teenage boy attitude. Don’t let it be forgot, she was plenty a heathen herself, but in this moment maybe not.

“Well, can you blame me?” He continued, watching the way she put the iPad away. “If you just let me sketch them like I’ve always wanted to, then maybe you’d see their glory as well.” The reason they had never done that, is because the thought of him sketching her whilst naked made her laugh. She’d never be able to hold still. She just whined and groaned in response, about to get up off of the bed, but before she could, he grabbed her wrist, holding her in her place. “Let me make it up to you.” Her legs were still somewhat crossed, and he was still laid out, but moved up to get closer. “Let me give you really, really fun sex.” Their faces weren’t too far apart now, and his lips twisted into a look of pure mischief, his eyes aglow with something naughty. That was the right word for Myles — he was a pain in the ass. “Yeah, really fun sex, and we do loads of stuff we shouldn’t, and we probably nearly get arrested, but it’s really fun anyway, or something, I don’t know.”

Her slightly grumpy expression meshed into something more… enticed, softer, intrigued. She loved having sex, and was the reason Myles had tried so many new things these past few months. He chuckled softly, “Ehh, I got you there didn’t I?” She slowly moved backwards onto her back, and he slowly moved forwards to hover over her, another ‘yes’ ‘no’ back and forth between them. Now, she laid down comfortably on her bed, the male above her. “I’m sorry for not focusing on your art, properly, really.” He began, about to pull the chain off from his neck but she instantly stopped him with her hand. She liked holding it when they fucked. “But…” He moved his hands in, undoing the hook on her top so it came undone, moving it away to reveal her very open and round chest, “… I can at least appreciate Mrs Nassar’s finest piece of work she ever created.” He moved down, a hand either side of her body pressed on the bed, his own head moving to nestle on her chest comfortably, “… You.” His voice was muffled, too much in his way.

Myles remembered the first time he’d seen her boobs, how shocked he’d been at just how large they were, and how she managed to hide them away. A happy kind of shocked, mind you! How did girls do that? That was a great unsolved mystery, but one he was happy to crack. They were his church. One hand cupped the left one, squeezing it, pinching, a thumb running over the nipple slowly, appreciating how it felt. The other, the right, shared space with his lips, kissing all around the nipple until he felt it harden just a little. She gasped in delight in the sensation, her own hands clasping in his dark, soft locks of hair, one of her legs hooking around his own, enjoying the way he smirked against her skin. His eyes peered upwards to her, his tongue running over the nipple, slowly, relishing in her expression. “Is motorboating still cool?” He laughed. He wasn’t sixteen, he wasn’t going to do that.

He continued his little act, loving how soft they felt against his lips as he sucked and squeezed, the sensation and sights making him harden himself. The shorts weren’t particularly thick, she’d feel what was happening against her leg, and she hummed in response as he kept going. “Baby…” She whined almost euphorically, though he didn’t hear her, he was too engulfed in her chest, “baby, baby, baby, baby.” He finally paused, looking almost a little lost as he peered out to the real world. “Can we play with the dice again?”

Ah, the dice. The best $5 ever spent. What they used when they were looking to switch things up a little. Grinning, he nodded, moving up to her desk drawer, a special little place where she kept all of their… items. Opening it up, he felt inside, feeling for the two plastic cubes and grabbing them. And a condom too. Slamming it shut, he sat upwards, though still hovering over her, clearing some space on top of the drawer. “Let’s see what our fates decide today…”

He shook them in his hand before throwing them, the pair eagerly awaiting their decision. “Dice one…” He felt the girl peer over him, “… six-nine!…” His tone was somewhat amused, shocked, uncertain, “Okay… okay, dice two…” Their eyes moved along in sync to the second one. “… Against a wall.” They both stared for a second, before bursting into laughter. He leaned back to move over her again, grinning in thought. “Now, personally… if we consider gravity, I ain’t sure how that’s gonna work…” He began, leaning back down kiss where he was before. “But six-nine… I can work with that, elsewhere, angel…”

[spare-stories-archive]

Bakers Tail

Here's another entry in the Small Moments au!

Ozpin had a little spring in his step, he was off to see one of his favorite people in town today! He’d made sure to dress well, which for him meant he spent about an hour going through various outfits till he found one he liked, which usually turned out to be the first outfit he picked.

He wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a brown knitted vest with knitted leaves, vines and flowers up the front and back, a tan belt, and plaid tan brown and dark brown pants with brown lace up boots. His hair was tied back in a loose braid with a dark brown cord. He felt dapper, but not so dapper that he was showing off, which was the exact look he was going for.

Meanwhile his sweet baby boy, 2 years old now, wore an off white shirt with bubble sleeves, an olive green overalls style dress with a red capped mushroom on the chest pocket, a red mushroom cap style hat, and little brown boots. His hair was messy, but had a few little braids tied with ribbons and colorful beads. He looked down right adorable. Especially since it was so sunny out, and his freckles were coming through strong as ever.

The day itself was quite nice, it was early fall, you could just smell the crisp coolness of the season through the dwindling heat of summer. Some trees were showing signs of the shift, bright reds and deep blues, golden yellows and royal purples, it was a gorgeous sight to behold. He was looking forward to the harvest on the farm, and to Oscar’s upcoming birthday!

He took a deep breath, enjoying the atmosphere. There would be fairs, celebrations, festivals, dances, fall was such a wonderful time. And his magic felt buzzier than usual, like there was always this access of energy he had to burn off. It put a spring in his step, and he was using more magic than usual and for more frivolous things. Just last night he went out at night and danced in the moon garden, light spells and ribbons of moonlight streaming around him. He thanked Tanja no one saw him.

A musical chime rang out, startling him from his thoughts, he blinked and looked around. He was at his destination. He was actually a bit proud of himself, it meant he’d truly been here long enough that he could find his way around without paying attention. Once upon a time he’d lost his way to Glynda’s when he’d only been across the street.

“Welcome! I’ll be out in a moment!” a sweet voice sang from somewhere in the back of the shop when he entered.

He grinned and straightened his vest as well as Oscar’s hat. He wanted to look nice for Magnolia after all! No particular reason… And he was glad he lived on his own now, or else he’d have to hear Glynda teasing about his “crush on the baker” when he didn’t have a crush!

“Welcome to the Sugar and Spice Bakery! What can I- Ozpin! Oh honey, why didn’t you say it was you!” Magnolia beamed, rushing around the corner to embrace the man. He tried to tamp down the rising blush on his cheeks as he hugged her back. “I didn’t want you to drop whatever you were working on for me.” he chuckled, hugging her a bit tighter before letting go.

She looked lovely as ever, her pale pink scales reminded him of cherry blossoms, the cream patterning along the hood was like the branches. Her eyes, a deep royal purple, with blue around the iris. She wore a sage green short sleeved dress, darker green leaves embroidered along the cuffs and edge of the skirt, dotted with little white flowers. Over it was a messy pink apron, through the flour and batter and other risks of the job on it, he could make out embroidered strawberries and cherries on the chest. “You look lovely as always.” he smiled, “And your scales look extra shiny today!”

“Thank you hon, I just shed a few days ago. I still have it if you like, I know the scales can be used in a lot of potions.” she offered kindly, smiling at Oscar as the little one giggled. “And might I say, your little cakepop is really growin’ up isn’t he?”

She lifted her tail to tickle the little one's belly, making him giggle adorably. Ozpin smiled at the sound. “He really is… I can’t wait to see who he becomes when he’s older. I hope he’s not half as much of a trouble maker as I was!”

“With any luck, he’ll be worse.” she teased, poking his belly playfully. He snorted and lightly swatted her hand. She laughed a musical laugh, one Ozpin always adored hearing. “So, what brings you here today? Need your hourly cocoa fix?”

“Ha ha ha. You’re soooo funny.” he replied with a deadpan face. “As a matter of fact… Yes. I do. I would also like to try some honey biscuits and a dozen snickerdoodles.”

“Comin’ right up sugar!” she chirped, slithering back around the counter to gather his items. “How’s things at the new place? You and the little ‘un doin alright?”

“We’re settling in. Oscar is having trouble sleeping on his own, but that’s probably partly to do with him having never been apart from me overnight before. He’s been getting better though! Last night he was in his room a whole 5 hours before coming to me!”

She beamed and added an extra cookie into the bag, like she always did. “That’s great! I’m so proud!”

“I am too. But I’ll be honest… I’m having trouble sleeping too.” he chuckled, “I’m usually out like a light, what with all the work I do on the farm. But… It’s harder when he’s not there. I get so…” “Anxious?” she finished, handing him the goodies. “It’s normal. Really. It happens to a lot of parents, especially single ones. And especially especially when they’ve been through as much as you have. So try to be good to yourself, hm? For me?”

“Well… if it’s for you.” he sighed, but gave her a playful wink. “Say, speaking of things for you. Would you care for some lunch, my treat?”

She laughed, bright and happy, and shook her head in a fond manner. “Oh Ozzy, you know I can never say no to that face. Give me a little to get things sorted here and clean up a bit, and I’ll meet you at Honey Bloom in… half an hour or so. Sound good?”“Sounds perfect. See you there.” he beamed. Bowing jovially, paying for his items, and leaving with an extra skip in his step. It’s a date.

~

Inspo for Magnolia: Here

[usajournalnews]

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