#Does love at first sight exist in e-sports? It does.

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Reading “Does Love at First Sight Exist in E-Sports?/Is there a love at first sight in e-sport?” again yesterday and it updating with a new chapter again today. Nothing more thrilling than a new chapter dropping just as you finish up catching up on a series and another one dropping the literal next day!

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ like you hate me ] e. edwards

day 7 of kinktober (hate sex w/ ethan edwards)

paring : Ethan Edwards x fem!reader

summary : she can’t stand ethan, but she knows there is tension between them that she can’t ignore anymore when they collide at a party

warning(s) : smut ! rough / hate sex, p in v, protected sex, nicknames during sex, begging, mentions of alcohol, light alcohol consumption

author’s note : i couldn’t wait to get to this one bc i had so many ideas hehe

kinktober schedule

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She shouldn't be here, but she let her friends talk her into coming to the party. Hockey parties don't usually end well for her whenever she does decide to attend them.

Especially if she runs into him.

Ethan Edwards is the bane of her existence and the biggest pain in her ass. He has the biggest ego she's ever seen on a hockey player, and he's had it for all four years that she's known him. He likes to mess with her during classes they have together and distract her from keeping her solid 3.8 GPA. He likes to mess with her in passing and make jokes every time he sees her. He even makes her job as the hockey team’s social media admin very difficult and she’s growing tired of it.

Maybe she won’t even run into him. She can avoid him in his own house. It won’t be that hard with every girl throwing herself at him and distracting him from the fact that she’s there.

The hockey house is off campus in a suburban area of Ann Arbor about 15 minutes away from main campus. It’s already crawling with partygoers when she pulls up in an Uber about an hour after the party was scheduled to start. Music blasts from every open door and window and she questions how they haven’t gotten cited yet for loud noise.

Inside is so crowded she can barely walk. She squeezes past multiple athletes from different sports in the foyer as she makes her way to the kitchen to get something to drink. If she’s going to be in the same building as Ethan then she needs to have a little alcohol in her system. God knows what’s going to happen and what words are going to be exchanged if their paths cross.

In the kitchen stands three of Ethan’s closest friends. All with an arm around some girl. Luca is the first to notice her walk into the room. He immediately smiles at the sight.

"Holy shit," he laughs. "She makes an appearance. I can't believe it. I thought you would never show your face at a hockey house party."

She shrugs while she makes herself a drink with cheap vodka and a mixer. "I was coerced into coming," she tells him. She looks up at Luca, Mark, and TJ. She sips her drink. "Where's your friend? Hiding upstairs in his room hopefully?"

Mark laughs and shakes his head. "He's around," he replies. "Last I saw him, he was out back playing cup pong with Duker, Moldy and Schiffer."

"Now I can avoid the back," she says with a smile. "Thanks."

All three of them laugh as she turns and leaves the room. She makes her way into the living room. Her friends sit on the couch so she sits on the arm of the chair next to the person she'd consider her best friend. She leans back and sips from her cup.

People come in and out of the room constantly, but she loves being able to see everyone and socialize with whoever does come into the room. She talks to people she hasn't seen or spoken to in a little bit.

She's laughing at something her friend said when she watches the one person she didn't want to see walk into the room with Luca and Mark. They better not have snitched on her to him or she will make sure they hate the Monday Question next week.

Ethan's eyes land on her and she quickly averts her eyes. She looks at her friend and pretends to be invested in the conversation so maybe Ethan won't walk over and bother her.

Except, that plan fails. Before she knows it, Ethan is standing in front of her. He has the smuggest of smirks on his face when he approaches her.

“A little birdie told me that you were trying to avoid me, princess” he tells her. “Is that true?”

She could kill Luca, Mark, and TJ for snitching on her.

“So what if I was?” she questions as she crosses her arms over her chest. “And I’ve told you to stop calling me princess.”

“You’re in my house, princess,” Ethan retorts with a grin on his face and emphasizing the word ‘princess’ just to annoy her even more. “You don’t get to ignore me in my house, and I can do whatever I want because it is my house.”

“Says who?” she asks. “I can ignore whoever I want, their house or not. You're annoying and I like your roommates better anyway."

Ethan quiets down but he doesn't take his eyes off of her. She doesn't back down either. She holds her ground because she doesn't want him to think he's won. That's the last thing that she wants so she holds eye contact with him until he speaks again. Her heart pounds in her chest as she stands her ground.

A smile breaks out on his lips and she falters for a very quick second. "I knew you had a crush on one of my roommates," Ethan says. "Which one? Luca? Mark? I hate to break it to you, but Mark has a girlfriend. So does Hughesy. Oh my God. Do you have a thing for a guy who has a girlfriend? That's a little pathetic if you ask me."

She rolls her eyes, her blood beginning to boil after his comment. "You're such an asshole, Ethan," she tells him.

She then gets up out of her seat and walks upstairs to hide in one of the bathrooms for a few minutes while she cools down.

If someone were to ask her why she was so upset, she would say that she honestly has no idea. Something about Ethan Edwards just heats her blood. He riles her up, and it could be the smallest thing that does it too.

All he did was mess with her, and she's ready to punch him in the face. She's always ready to punch him in the face though, but it's often not because she's angry at him. Sometimes it's because he's genuinely one of the most attractive people she's ever seen. Just his face alone is enough to send her into a bad mood.

If Ethan wasn’t a massive pain in her ass, she probably would’ve hooked up with him by now. Maybe it’s what she’s wanted all along and the reason why she hates him so much. He’s infuriating, but he’s hot. It’s a dangerous combination, especially for her.

She splashes water on her face to cool down and does her best to fix up the makeup that came off with the water. It’s not a lot thanks to the inventor of waterproof makeup but it still runs just a little bit.

A knock rings through the bathroom and she calls, “One second!” There’s a second knock and she groans. “Do you not know what one second mea-” She freezes when she sees Ethan on the other side of the door as soon as she swings it open. “Oh, great. Just the person I want to see. Go away, Ethan.”

“I may have crossed a line,” he says as he rubs the back of his neck.

“You just keep adding on to the list of what you think I am, don’t you?” she retorts. “Annoying, nerdy, clingy, and now I’m pathetic despite not having a thing for a single one of your roommates, especially not the ones who are in relationships. Making that comment in front of everyone was embarrassing. Even for you.”

Ethan just nods and looks at her. “I know that,” he tells her. “It wasn’t until you walked away and Luca told me that what I said was wrong that I realized that I crossed the line.”

She runs her fingers through her wavy locks and lets out a soft sigh. “This wouldn’t be an issue if I just-” She cuts herself off from what she was about to say.

There’s tension. There’s been tension. She ignores it like it’s going to go away on it’s own but the innuendos and jokes have made it thicker than it’s ever been. It’s getting harder and harder to ignore it. Maybe if she just-

“Just what?” Ethan questions. She meets his eyes and finds confusion in them.

Do it. Get it over with.

Before she can talk herself out of it, she cups his jaw and pulls him down into a bruising kiss. Ethan has to take a little step toward her due to how hard she pulls him down to her.

He immediate pulls away in surprise. She stares up at him, but she doesn’t move her hands. Her eyes flicker between his like she’s searching for rejection, but that’s the one thing she doesn’t find. She finds deliberation and confusion.

Just in case he needs a little shove, she says, “We have been doing this whole back and forth thing for nearly four years, Ethan. You have to be as tired of it as I am. I feel the tension that’s grown so I’m sure you can to. This is the one and only time I’m offering this to you so we can just fuck it out and maybe end whatever feud thing that we’ve had going on. Worst comes to worst then we have a nice hookup and we can move on with our lives. Best case scenario, we get it out of our systems and we can actually be friends because-”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up, princess?” Ethan asks to cut her off.

She isn’t able to make a comeback because Ethan’s lips are back on hers before she can respond. He’s kissing her with the same intensity that she originally kissed him with.

His hands fall to her waist and he pulls her body flush against his chest. She feels every muscle flex underneath his thin shirt as he makes little movements to adjust to her height. She’s half a head shorter than he is so he has to make some adjustments to kiss her without breaking his neck. Eventually, he gives up and leans down to lift her up. She wraps her legs around his waist and slides her fingers into his hair.

Ethan turns and walks out of the bathroom. Luckily the hallway is dark so if anyone were to see them, they would think it’s just two people making out at a party. The door is kicked shut and her back is pinned to it. A soft thud is heard when her back makes contact with the wood. She hums when her skin hits the cool surface.

She kicks off her heels and they land on the carpeted floor with soft thuds. Ethan stands holding her back against the door for a second before he turns and walks toward his bed.

In the handful of times she’s had to come into this room, it’s been organized and in order. She gets a glance when the kiss breaks after he drops her on the mattress and finds it’s still very organized and in order. She would’ve never guessed that Ethan is one to keep things clean in his room.

Ethan kicks off his shoes before he climbs over her and hovers above her body. She immediately pulls him back into a hot kiss. He hums and a hand lands on her thigh. The already short black dress rides up her thigh until it rests right under her ass. His fingers follow the fabric up her leg. He grips her thigh and she gasps.

Her fingers slide down his back until they reach the hem of his Michigan hockey t-shirt. She tugs at it to hint that she wants him to take it off. Ethan listens to her signal and sits back on his knees, breaking the kiss. She watches as he pulls the fabric over his head.

Now, she’s seen him shirtless on numerous occasions. There have been times where she’s seen him in nothing but his boxers, but she’s always looked away. Right now, she gets to look. She takes full advantage of the moment and studies every part of his torso and chest. Ethan’s never been the biggest guy in the room, but his body is so toned. She could combust just from the view she has right now.

She gets her hands on him as fast as she can. Her hands start on his torso, tracing his abs before they trail up and over his chest. Ethan’s hands rest on hers when they reach his shoulders. He pulls her up so she’s sitting up with him between her knees. Their chests are flush against each other and she’s looking up at him.

Ethan hooks his fingers under the thin straps of the little black dress. He tugs them off her shoulders and she pulls her arms out of the straps. She keeps her eyes on Ethan as he pulls the top of her dress over her boobs. He gnaws on his bottom lips when he sees her tits.

“Fuck, princess,” he groans. “You hid these from me this entire time?”

“You never asked to see them,” she tells him. Ethan moves his hands to cup her bare tits. “Probably would’ve showed you if you asked, E.”

He grins and pushes her until she’s lying on her back. He leans down and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. She hums at the feeling. Ethan’s other hand gropes her other boob. He bites down on her bottom lip. She runs her fingers through his hair.

After what feels like seconds later, Ethan begins to kiss down her chest and stomach. He pulls the dress down as he lowers himself down her body. She lifts her butt up so he can get the dress off. It hits the floor and she presses her lips into a line as Ethan drinks her in.

Her hands slide between them and she works on getting Ethan’s pants off. She pushes his pants off his body and he kicks them to the floor. She gets a hand on the bulge in his boxers, palming him over the thin fabric. He snakes a hand into her lace panties. She hums at the feeling of his fingers cupping her sex.

She grinds her core against his fingers trying to get some pressure. She presses her lips into a line as she pleasures herself on his hand. Ethan slips a finger into her and she gasps at the new feeling. "Oh my God," she breathes out. "Warn a girl next time."

Ethan smiles and attaches his lips to her jaw. "We'll see," he mumbles against her skin.

Slowly, he works her toward an orgasm. A knot forms in the pit of her stomach like it always does when she's close to an orgasm. Soft groans pass her lips when Ethan adds a second finger. "I- fuck," she pants. "Ethan, Eddy. Please."

"Please what, princess?" Ethan asks.

"Fuck me like you hate me," she tells him. "Please. Please fuck me, E."

He pulls back and looks at her. His fingers stop moving in and out of her. A grin forms on his swollen lips. "Are you begging me to fuck you?" he questions. "I never thought I'd see the day when you would beg me for something."

"Ethan Edwards, I'm about to get up and go get Luca-"

"Oh I don't think so," Ethan interrupts as he goes into his bedside table to get something. He pulls out a little foil package and comes back over to hover over her. "You're going to take off the rest of your clothes and I will give you the best dick you've ever had in that pretty little pussy."

His words go straight to her core and she listens to him almost as soon as he's done talking. She slides off her ruined panties and Ethan takes off his boxers to slide on the condom that he pulled out of the drawer.

She lies down on her back and lets Ethan settle above her. He lines up at her entrance and she stares up at him. Ethan meets her eyes before he pushes into her. She gasps from the stretch and grabs his triceps. It's painful at first but quickly turns into pleasure the longer he's inside her. He slowly pushes into her until he's completely buried inside her.

Once the pain completely fades, she nods at him. "Go," she tells him.

As soon as he has her permission, Ethan rolls his hips. Her jaw drops as he slowly picks up speed. The pleasure is so much that she nearly blacks out. Her nails dig into his triceps so hard that she's pretty sure he's going to end up with marks on his arms.

This is the last thing that she ever expected to happen. She never thought she would be underneath Ethan and getting fucked by him. She doesn't know if she'll ever tell him this because his ego will grow bigger than it already is, but it might be the best sex she's ever had. It's a quick hookup but it's already better than the rest of the hookups she's ever had, not that there are that many to compare it to.

She wouldn't be against it if this were to ever happen again.

Ethan continues to move deeply into her, but his movements pick up speed. The bed creaks and the room his filled with the soft moans that pass her lips. Ethan pants as he continues to move.

She starts to move her hips to match his pace. "Holy shit," she cries out when the tip of his dick hits her favorite spot. "Ethan."

"Like that, baby?" Ethan pants. "Like feeling my dick inside you? Making you feel good?"

He slams into her once and she arches her back off the bed. "Yes!" she gasps. "Yes, Ethan. God. Fuck."

With her response, Ethan slows down but hits her spot over and over again. Her legs begin to shake as she reaches the edge. The knot in her stomach threatens to come undone.

Ethan leans down and crashes their lips together in a bruising kiss. She groans as she feels her entire body clench. She squeezes around his dick as she comes and cries out against his lips. Her hands find his hair and she grasps, needing something to hold onto.

She feels like she's on cloud nine as Ethan fucks her through both of their orgasms. Her body goes limp under his when he pulls out to dispose of the used orgasm.

He cleans both of them up with his shirt before he collapses on the bed next to her. Her breathing is labored but is slowly returning to normal.

When she finds the strength to move, she turns her head to look at him. Ethan's already looking at her when she looks at him.

"I never hated you," Ethan admits to her. She raises her eyebrows at him. "I mean it. I never hated you. I thought it was cute how flustered you got every time I messed with you so I kept doing it not knowing that it meant that you didn't like me. That was me trying to express my feelings but it was definitely the wrong way to do that."

She blinks at him. "You've said some hurtful thing to me, Ethan," she tells him. "I'm going to need some time to get over that but ... I think I'd be okay if we tried to be friends. I wouldn't be opposed to this either."

"I knew you always wanted me," he teases.

"Shut up," she replies as she leans in to kiss him.

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[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2023.09.17

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Cosmic Magic by CosmicallyFamous [E, 6k]

►It all started with a simple question: "Why is there no Wizard Space Program anyway?". Harry and Draco end up in the first Wizard space experiments, and you know what? Sexual frustration also exists in space.

2. i was the man still in love with you by @hello-there-darcy [T, 4k]

►Harry catches sight of Malfoy in Diagon Alley and is rendered speechless (he's a lovesick idiot, it's fine)

3. Keys to Your Heart by @jtimu [T, 1k]

►It's a series of one-night stands, nothing more, until Harry stumbles downstairs to find Draco playing the piano.

4. Team Sport by @mono-chromia [G, 1k]   *typo

►Draco didn't understand, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

[candydollita]

Can you plss do all the asks? 🥺🩷

yess of course tis was fun ^-^

Dolores - whats favorite movie/play?

i have multiple but of course tangled <33 that movie is so special to me !! also lolita (1997), leon the professional, the handmaiden n marie antoinette r my TOP favorites !

Selah - any wild school stories?

umm idk bc it was a long time ago so i dnt remember much n my whole school life is just embarrassing bleh i had lots happen even tho im the quiet girl so u wudnt think but i even got suspended once lolz

Layla - do you believe in love at first sight?

yes n no ! i like the idea of it bc it sounds magical n romantic but also dnt bc i dnt like the idea of appearance mattering so much but realistically it does n actually the fact that taste is subjective n how ppl often change their appearance in subtle or non subtle ways to feel more like who they r inside makes love at first sight sound a lil more plausible, sure not always but i dare say the fact that someone is an 'npc' says at least that they do not prioritize self expression thru style ! there is small things that might make someone fall in love lik things that r more abt someones aura rather than the superficial way we view the phenomenon .. now im not sure the depth of said feeling or if its simply attraction but rly what is love anyways >.<

*update: rereading this ... wat in the adhd brainrot was goin on here😭 it doesnt even make sense ! i tried to fix it a lil but girl wat R U SAYIN LMAO*

Luli - favorite summer memory

i spent a summer in my grandma house n it was a super fun summer ! play freely outside everyday watch cartoons till late at night ! also there was so many animals, bunnies, ducks, puppies n a guinea piggy n i even made a rly close friend w a neighbor little girl same age as me ! i also have memories of going on walks thru the forest with my great grandma n i think it was season 2 episode 1 anne with an e where she is having fun in nature thats how i felt n looked like to my little kid eyes !!

Eve - do you believe in the supernatural?

i do !

Tracy - are you impulsive?

way too much …

Evie - would you say you’re the “wild” friend?

yes smh im rly shy but i will do anything with my friends as long as it isnt smth as scary as social interaction... if im curious (which i always am) n it sounds fun ya im in

Adrienne - any crushes?

real or fictional? bc yea

Iris - do you consider yourself street smart?

absolutely no

Mathilda - do you have any siblings? if so who’s your favorite?

only child

Angela - did you play sports in school?

fuck no only when i was forced to in PE :c

Violet - do you consider yourself an “old soul”?

um kinda between an wise being n the dummmiest of the dummies

India - do you play any instruments?

no im no where near that cool :c

Ivy - favorite place to hang out

in my bed or anywhere there is cats :c i will update once i travel more n move out frm hell on earth …

Vivian - did you move a lot growing up?

move as in lived in diff places ? if so no the bane of my existence is living in the same small town my whole life

Enid - whats your best friend like?

she is the kuromi to my melo ! the wednesday to my enid heheh

Nikita - have you ever had a teacher crush?

no comment mybbb i did but i rather not think abt it jeez

Jasira - what was your first SO like?

idk how to answer this but probs an asshole

New New - have you ever been the new kid in town?

so i know i said ive always lived in the same small town but i kinda moved to the country side in that small town n went to school there so yes plus i moved once again to other schools in town so was the new kid in school if it counts

Lala - do you prefer carnival games or rides?

bothhh i luv carnivals !!

Jules - whats your dream job

i dont dream of labour :/ but i wud rlyyy like to create a brand smth crazy like sanrio or mezzo piano with mascot characters n clothes, acessories, stationery etc !!

[accio-victuuri]

Recent Reads Part Six 📚

novels finished from july-september 2022. this list is shorter than other ones I shared but might be the best yet, cause a couple of these are on my all-time favorites now. these ones surprised me cause I didn’t expect anything at all but I was sucked into the story. the downside also of finding a really good novel is I don’t have energy to pick up a new one and I just re-read what I enjoyed. lol.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

• The Earth is Online

I talked about this a bit right after I finished it cause it was so good! I don’t usually go for this kind of story so I skipped reading it for a long time despite a lot of people recommending it. I’m glad I picked it up cause it’s now my favorite! This is the type of story that I wish will be a donghua or live action because it has an interesting plot and would look so much better off the pages. The “tests” are so unique and you know the author took the effort to create the worlds and how each character will win them. The romance is not central to the story, but their interaction and trust towards each other is what’s front and center.

The MC, Tangmo is so capable and I just love being with him in his journey. I think that’s what made me stick to it and not notice the chapters going by. If you like survival games then this is a good pick ✔️ I really wish that it will become popular because it deserves all the praise!

• Does Love at First Sight exist in E-sports

My love for e-sports novel is not gonna fade away anytime soon, so as soon as I saw something I haven’t picked up— well I just had to. This one is pretty straightforward. An e-sports “god” ( Sen ) who fell in love with someone from a different team. Very little conflict and all around fluff. If you want something easy and fun to read then this should be it for you. There is smut. Mostly uncensored. 😌

There is also a Manhua @ Bilibili but very few chapters. It’s a good place to start if you want a visual to go along with your reading.

• Completely clueless about Sock puppet accounts

A novel that combines both e-sports and entertainment circle? Sign me up! Two of my go-to settings. This is a story about “Angry” who is a famous e-sports player who retired and is trying to form a new team and compete again. He is paired with Fu Mingyan who is considered a “film emperor”. I’m all for secret identities and a really quiet ( more like indifferent ) person who is hyper fixated with a person. how completely different they are with that person only.

• I just crave your Pheromones

If you like A/B/O, entertainment industry and sweet moments then this is for you. That’s all. Sometimes I just want a break from long novels.

• Married the Scum Gong’s Villain brother

This may not be for everyone because there is obviously a power imbalance going on since there is an age gap. No matter how “smart” the MC he is, it’s still there. What I like about this is the transmigration trope, where the MC in his previous life was a genius but had a very weak body so he can’t enjoy his life. So when transmigrated in a new world where he still retains his intelligence and now with a functional body — he tries to make the most of it and have a second chance in life.

He gets transmigrated in the world of a “book”, that’s why there is a “scum gong” and a “villain. I love how Jing Xun just said no to the scum gong who was emotionally abusing him. How he completely changed the protagonist’s life by letting go of all the things/people that wasn’t good for him. Yesss! A+ to letting go of toxic people in your life 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

The reason how the MC and the Villain brother gets married is questionable but I can’t help but love this pairing.

• The Moon is Coming to Me

I already made a separate post for this. I love it. I’ve re-read more than 5x already and I still enjoy it. Definitely in my top 3 danmei novels. 🎖

• Mist

Hyperthymesia. Those with this condition can remember every detail of their lives from something as significant as the world’s turning point to something as small and as insignificant as a minor fleeting thought.

A masterpiece. I don’t know even know how to describe this story. It has everything you thought would not work together in one setting but it does. It has scifi setting, zombies, gore, time travel, comedy, found family, survival games, romance — omg. romance. true love. the later chapters are definitely the best for me and how everything was wrapped up. every single thing happened because of a certain action in the past/ present. mind blown. I kept thinking about the film ‘predestination’ when I finished this story cause it reminded me of it ( the concept of time travel and how it affects events ).

JI YUSHI ( MC ), I love him. He’s my meow meow. He’s gone through so much in his life and does so daily, for him to find a ‘family’ and the love of his life felt like a reward for me as a reader. The ML, Song Qinglan is something else. What a good character.

• Hunter behind the scenes ( Black bellied )

Not exactly the healthiest relationship in here but I can’t help but read it. Qi Yu is a minor character in one novel I rec’d here before, The Daily Life of Being the Campus Idol’s Fake Boyfriend, so I decided to give it a go. The story does have a plot — company espionage — which is something new to me and it kept me going. The MC and ML are both problematic at times and they have completely different lives. Even if it’s not the usual fluffy love story, I still feel soft that they find hope in each other. The facade they show to the world is that they are perfect but together, they can be who they really are 🌼

Thousand Autumns should be here but I dropped it. I know. the horror. But I will be picking it up again after I finish the one i’m currently reading. I’m almost halfway through CHERRY BLOSSOMS UPON A WINTRY SWORD 🌸 It’s so good and I have a feeling it’s going to be a favorite. I also have First Class Lawyer on my list, I started it before but it wasn’t complete so I dropped it but now the english translation is done so it’s time. ✌🏼

my previous lists:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | The Moon is Coming to Me ( solo rec ) |

[ahkaahshi]

sleeping over at their s/o’s house for the first time [scenarios]

pairings: sakusa kiyoomi; hirugami sachirou; kuroo tetsurou x fem reader

genre: fluff and humor, as per usual

warning(s): n/a

notes: kinda popped off on hirugami’s part. couldn't help myself. not sorry bout it either. can’t wait til we get to see more of his cute lil face in the anime.

he is so painfully awkward I love him

will just stand in the entryway with his duffle slung over his shoulder, staring straight at you until you tell him when he can put his stuff

this literally isn’t his first time over at your house but he acts like it???

poor baby’s obviously nervous about ~ spending the night ~

immediately washes his hands

brings his own pillow

asks if you’ve sanitized all your surfaces recently/if anyone in your household has been sick lately

does he wanna play video games? not until he’s wiped down all the controllers.

does he wanna watch real housewives? no, but you put it on anyway because you know he secretly loves the drama

does he want a snack? possibly? but refuses to eat on your bed because lying on crumbs is nasty

all he does is get under the covers and hang out

only moves to brush his teeth and, of course, wash his hands

will do a face mask with you but only after thoroughly reading the contents of the bottle/package

wears his hoodie and sweats to bed

is asleep before 10pm

2/10. total party pooper who only gets points because he’s hot and dislikes the same housewives as you do

Moments after releasing a rather loud guffaw at a funny scene from the television show you have playing on your laptop, you hear a small groan echo from beside you. Turning your head to the source of the noise brings your attention to your boyfriend, whose tall form rested on the bed beside you, ensconced in your blankets. His eyelids flutter open and his eyes the color of charcoal fasten on you before narrowing in a small glare of annoyance from underneath the sea of black waves atop his head.

Maybe you would’ve felt even the slightest bit intimidated if his face wasn’t close to being absorbed by the yellow fabric of his hoodie--and if he hadn’t flattened his hair against his forehead by closing the drawstrings to secure his hood around his head.

“Kiyo!” you whine, crossing your arms in front of you chest, “Were you really asleep just now?”

His dark eyebrows furrow as he answers matter-of-factly, “Yes. You know I go to bed at ten o’clock, (f/n). It’s ten thirty.”

You roll your (e/c) eyes at him and protest, “But this is a sleepover! Would it kill you to stay awake a little longer so you can spend some precious time with your beloved girlfriend?”

“Lack of sleep can lead to sickness. Sickness can lead to death. So, yes, staying awake longer to spend precious time with my beloved girlfriend could kill me.”

“I hate you.”

He lets out a long sigh and reaches over towards your laptop to close it, putting an end to your Real Housewives marathon. Once he’s moved it off of your bed, one of his arms snakes around your waist and pulls your body down towards the mattress. His midnight gaze doesn’t falter as he says, “If you get sick, I won’t be able to spend time with you like this, so sleep with me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his tenderly spoken words, and you crawl underneath the covers so you can place your head on his muscular chest and curl up beside him. The feeling of his warmth surrounding you is enough to make you melt into his arms and forgive him for completely ditching you in favor of sleep.

“(F/n).”

“Yes, baby?”

“If you kick me off the bed, this will be our last sleepover.”

sweet boy who is very excited to spend the night at his girlfriend’s house!!

brings snacks and movies

he enjoys doing any activity with you, whether it’s watching movies, playing video/board games, or just cuddling on the couch and talking

not hard to please at all!!!

watches rom coms with you. secretly a hopeless romantic

you’ll probably spend at least ten minutes of your night trying to catch pieces of popcorn in your mouths

and another ten doing the same thing with m&ms

poor boy is too tall to fit under your blankets, so you have to give him an extra one for his legs and feet

bedtime attire consists of boxers with corgis on them, a sweater, and crew socks to keep his tootsies warm 🥺

brings you a pair of matching, corgi-patterned sleeping shorts bc he wants to twin with you

your parents are gone, meaning you can do chaotic activities...

... like baking at 2am!!

he loves to bake (and you can’t convince me otherwise). pls bake with him

wants to stay up all night with you but ends up passing out around 3am after y'all eat all the cookies you made together

11/10, best sleepover ever

Few things were more romantic than spending an evening with your boyfriend on your hands and knees, against the cold, tile floor of the kitchen, cleaning up the aftermath of the mess you’d created.

Lifting your gaze from the white goop coating the flooring, you glance over at Hirugami, who looks completely unfazed and unbothered despite his face still being decorated with dollops of whipped cream. Beholding this sight once more sends you into another fit of laughter that makes it hard for you to keep yourself steady.

“What?” he asks, a small smile creeping onto his lips at seeing you so amused.

In between breaths, you manage to ask, “Why’ve you still got whipped cream on your face?”

With a roll of his chestnut brown eyes, he uses his fingers to swipe some of it off so he can help himself to another serving. “Obviously,” he scoffs sassily, “I’m saving it for later.” His smart comment makes you snort rather unattractively, which, in turn, causes chuckles to pour out from his mouth. “I’m assuming that’s what you’re doing too, right?”

Your (e/c) eyes widen, since you thought you’d done a good job of clearing up the results of your whipped cream battle from your face. A glance at your reflection in the glass of the oven where the cookies were slowly baking soon proved you wrong. Instead of being irritated by this discovery, however, you let out another, wheezing laugh and fell onto your side.

To any outsider, the situation would’ve looked rather strange--an incredibly tall volleyball player dressed only in corgi-patterned boxers, a sweater, and socks, face covered in whipped cream as he fell about laughing with his girlfriend who wore a similar ensemble and was sporting the same whipped cream situation. However, in your defense, it was two o’clock am, and you were high on sugar.

"Come over here and I’ll get the rest off your face, then,” Hirugami suggests, extending his long arms towards you that beckon you closer to him. After you scoot closer to him, he pulls you into his embrace and starts peppering your skin reddened from laughing so heartily with kisses. With each press of his lips against your face, your heart flutters in your chest.

He only pulls away from you when the oven beeps, alerting you that the cookies you’ve been awaiting are finally ready. But he does so with hesitation, seeing as he’d been caught up in savoring the sweet taste of your lips instead.

“You ready to eat some cookies?” he asks with a grin.

Your reply makes him snicker: “Always.”

is fully prepared to stay up the entire night (spoiler alert: doesn't)

made an entire party playlist for y'all to listen to throughout the evening

expect lots of dancing, vibing, singing, and buzzfeed unsolved episodes

brings dance dance revolution over to your house and then proceeds to challenge you to a dance off

was not prepared for what you brought to the table

tries twerking to distract you but still fails

will go on a midnight mcdonalds run with you

is the kinda person to share deep, late night thoughts with

only with him can your conversations go from discussing the questions of human existence to debating which form of potatoes is the most elite

will 100% do face masks with you to keep his complexion lookin godly

INSISTS on watching scary movies

expectation: “don’t worry, babe; I got you!!”

reality: is visibly shaking underneath the covers, questioning all the shadows in your house

wears only a pair of shorts to bed even tho it’s cold af (he runs hot, if ya know what I mean heheh)

8/10. would’ve scored the last 2 points if he hadn’t stolen the blankets and made you wonder if your house was haunted

"(F/n).”

The familiar and gentle voice of your boyfriend rouses you from your semi-conscious state, and you hear the sheets of your bed rustle.

“I’m so tired, Tetsu... what is it?” you wonder groggily, not even bothering to open your eyes to see what’s upset him.

“I think your house is haunted,” is his response. Though he speaks calmly and coherently, his hazel eyes are wide with fear and darting around the dark bedroom.

“Oh, stop. I knew it was a bad idea to watch those supernatural Buzzfeed Unsolved episodes before bed.”

The bed sinks behind you, and you feel the warmth of the blanket he’d stolen from you earlier around your body as he pulls you towards him so your back is flush against his chest. While you appreciate his closeness to you, you can tell he’s far from relaxed. The grip his fingers have around one of your shoulders is tight, as if he’s using it as a stress ball.

You murmur his name with indignation and pry his cold hand off your shoulder, but press a gentle kiss against the back of it. “Baby, go to sleep.”

He noticeably stiffens when a quiet whoosh sounds from another part of your house. “What the heck was that?” he asks from where his face is buried in the back of your neck, too afraid to look around and risk finding something he might not want to see.

“The dishwasher.”

“Y-Yeah,” he stammers, “the dishwasher... of course...” 

With a gentle groan, you lift your head so you can turn and press a gentle kiss against his forehead in an attempt to soothe him. As soon as you plop back down onto your pillow, Kuroo takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, desperate to get a wink of sleep.

The sound of a creak brings both of you to attention moments later, however, and your heart begins to race.

“That was the house settling... right?” you whisper.

He pulls the blanket over both of your heads, fully cloaking your bodies beneath it and says, “Yeah. Yeah. Let’s go with that.”

At this point, you realize it’s going to be a long night for reasons other than those you’d expected.

[lilsuzn]

MLQC Gavin - Fluff abc headcanons

So by the popular demand - I am back.

Just kidding. No one was asking.

Fandom: Mr. Love: Queen's Choice

Warnings: None (the reader is gender neutral)

Dedication: @marytheredqueen

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

You need to trust me when I tell you that Gavin had indeed tried to find at least one thing he could dislike about you. Many times.

Yet your body seems to have no flaws. He checked quite a few times at this point.

Your heart is pure. Loving. Patient. Loyal.

Whenever you’re at his side… The world is at peace. No pain exists, nor does suffering.

You are his purpose. You are his equilibrium. Nothing matters as long as he can be by your side.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Your beautiful eyes.

There will never be anything more beautiful than the way they shine before your lips meet in a loving kiss.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Him on his back.

You in his arms. Laying on top of him.

Your head rests on his chest, no matter if it’s your front, side or back that presses against his muscular torso - it’s perfect.

He also likes the smell of your shampoo… it’s just intoxicating for him.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He likes doing things outside with you.

Attending festivals, engaging in new, interesting sports, indulging in some street food or picnics.

He’s a sucker for long, romantic walks too, soooooo

He takes you out to the festival. Buys all kinds of yummy food for both of you to share. Wins you an enormous plushie and then carries it around for you. While holding your hand. Tightly.

Then takes you for a night stroll, to then kiss you under the sky full of stars before you turn back.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He only feels like he can really express himself around you - so it will get intense. In all the best ways.

Gavin doesn’t shy away with showing you his affection, even if he tends to have a slight problem with voicing it sometimes.

His expression softness, his fingers brush delicate circles on your skin.

He doesn’t need to say anything. You know.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Oh he really, really wants a family.

Two kids… or maybe more.

A dog for them, maybe.

House with a big garden and a treehouse.

He wants to play and fool around with his kids. Put them to bed. Support them. Be proud of them… Everything his father never did.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

When you want something, no matter how silly it might be - it’s yours.

Don’t even make me start on what you need.

Because there are very little things (and all of them are about you) that could make him happier than seeing you happy because of what he gave you.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

It's not optional.

There will be hands holding whenever it's possible.

It’s as much for your safety as it is for his comfort. 

All these guys with eyes better don’t use them to stare at you. 

See this hand? This beautiful gem of a person is with ME.

Likes to hold your hand while snuggling on a couch. Or in bed while falling asleep.

Holding hands is like a physical projection of the bond that’s between the two of you - and he loves it.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He would blame himself. No matter what. It might be ridiculous, but he would always feel guilty for not preventing it from happening.

Wouldn’t leave your side. Would help you with anything and everything.

If there’s a concrete person or a group of people that caused your harm... Insert a very, very angry and strong bird cop with a gun.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

You would have a light-hearted relationship in which he would tease you from time to time and he wouldn’t be mad if you did the same to him.

However he’s not one to prank you. He would find no enjoyment in it.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Gavin loves to be kissed and he loves to kiss. All over your face. All over your body.

Any kisses are game. Slow and passionate ones. Heated ones. Sweet, delicate, loving, appreciating - he loves them all as long as he can share them with you.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Acts of service - He looooves to spoil his lovely sweetheart (you) this way. Wants to bring you food, tidy up your apartment for you, brush your hair, paint your nails… Just ask him and he will do it. Whatever it is. And then he will do things on his own initiative, because he likes to surprise you. You smile so beautifully when he does…...

Gifts - He likes gift giving as I already mentioned in G, but it’s no indication of love to him. He just enjoys your reactions. Prefers to show his love differently.

Physical touch - His number one and you can not convince me it is not. He’s a snuggly bear who loves kisses. You are just so soft and warm and he loves you sosososososo much. Would never want to hold this way any other. His physical affection is something reserved only for you. 

Quality time - see Q.

Words of affirmation - Gavin is not very good with words. Not that he can’t be when he wants to, but he kinda doesn’t want to most of the time. It’s uncomfortable. He’s feeling unconfident doing so. He prefers other ways, but when he does speak up… It’s the most adorable and loving thing you will ever hear in your life.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

It was your first 'real' date, but even though you both confessed love to each other, you weren't a ‘official’ couple yet.

At least there was no proper act of becoming a one.

You walk through the park on an evening of a chilly fall. Not many people in sight.

You just finished a lovely dinner date. Gavin even bought you a dessert to share.

And it just felt right. Everything.

The way your fingers were laced. How you both couldn't spot peeping at each other.

"Will you be my girlfriend Y/N? Please?"

He sure was pretty sure you wouldn't deny him, but he didn't expect you to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him the way you did.

"Nothing could ever make me happier than that, Gavin."

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

He’s scared of losing you.

Either by you walking away from him after discovering that you “deserve so much better”

Or by not being alert enough to protect you…

Surely, he would prefer the first option, but he can’t deny that both would hit him harder than anything else ever could.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Gavin is a little bit of an odd duck in general, but I think he has one major weirdness about him.

I would call it… A Keanu Reeves complex.

He doesn’t like compliments. Always feels like they’re far from true, because he always feels like he’s not enough and maybe even never will be.

Which is so far from true.

Like, Vivi, come on! You’re so freakin perfect!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

He usually calls you simply by your name, but the boy has his moments.

Moments when he can help but call you all sorts of the cutest names.

Little angel, starry eyes, little munchkin along with the classics like honey, babe, sweetheart, treasure and my precious.

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

How?

Often.

Intensely.

Calmly.

Comfortably.

Restlessly.

He just wants to be by your side. Any. Chance. He. Gets.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Moonlight by Ariana Grande

Because Gavin’s sweet like candy, but he’s such a man...

Or A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope 

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Not at all. At least at first.

He gets better with time, but you still need to ask for it. He would never just come to you to lean on your shoulder and tell you what troubles him.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Well. A lot.

Because of what I say in X below.

He just assumes that you don’t reciprocate his feelings, because he doesn’t deserve it.

He eventually tells you about his feelings under your insistent questions regarding the subject.

And then? After he finally tells you?

That’s when it escalates quickly.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

At first he tries to keep it inside. Not let you see… But it’s pretty obvious since he doesn’t talk to you. Barely throws any acknowledgment your way.

It would take quite some convincing for him to tell you what’s wrong.

Unless it’s jealousy that is a reason behind his anger. Then he will show you just how upset he is…

Not necessary in a bad way, tho...

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s very proud of you. Always.

Even when you think you’re a failure, he still recognizes how hard you work and how smart you are.

And he also prides himself for earning love of a woman as wonderful as you.

But he’s not a show off. He doesn’t like to be in a center of attention. He doesn’t care for compliments or recognition.

He knows how wonderful you are and that’s all that matters to him.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Well, it goes without saying.

Yes. Obviously.

This is Gavin. He does it actively throughout the whole story like it’s the only thing he knows.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s not an expert in emotions.

He gave MC a blood stained letter and was surprised she was troubled by that.

Okay, let’s not sugar coat it - he’s not good at it at all. I said it.

I’m sorry. I wish it was different for you Vivi.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I think in Gavin’s case it would be no kneeling with a ring type of thing, because he personally sees no value of that.

Of course, he would if you told him that that’s what you want, but if you don’t…

It would be a beautiful, summer evening. The both of you watching a beautiful sunset from the rooftop of a high building.

Last months you spent together were absolutely wonderful. Life with you by his side was much happier than Gavin could ever dream of… And the way the golden sunlight graces your skin is so, so beautiful.

It wasn’t the first time the thought crossed the bird cop’s mind. He caught himself thinking about it more and more often as your relationship progressed… And before he knew it, the words left his lips.

At first you were sure you must have misheard, so you asked him to repeat. And he did.

His beautiful eyes glimmered with so much love… just as much as you felt for him. 

How could you say no to that gorgeous man that adores you so much?

And after that, expect to someday come back home to find the most beautiful and meaningful ring in the world waiting for you to wear it.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Gavin is a man who enjoys simple things in life.

He likes to cozy up with you on a couch on his birthday. 

Watch a sunrise and drink cocoa with you on Christmas.

He obviously enjoys various sports, especially if he can enjoy them with you.

But what really, really makes him perfectly calm? Driving Sparky with your hands around his ways and your chest pressed against his back.

The feeling of freedom mixed the warmth of your closeness… how could anyone ask for more?

[suituuup]

pieces - chapter seventeen

Five years ago, Chloe dropped off the face of the Earth. Beca didn’t expect to see her again dancing in a strip club, out of all places.

rating: E (drug use and emotional abuse in early chapters)

ao3 link

*

A shrill cry pulled Beca out of her slumber with a startle. It had been a month, but she had yet to get used to being awoken by baby cries. Tonight was her shift, and she swung her legs to the side and she pushed back the covers, her bare feet hitting the carpet floor and carrying her across the hall. 

“It’s okay, Bean,” she soothed as she picked Marleigh up, cradling her against her chest as she headed down the hall towards the kitchen. She fished a pouch of breast milk from the fridge and expertly poured it into a bottle with one hand, all the while trying to soothe Marleigh’s cries by rocking her lightly. Setting the bottle inside the warmer (best purchase they had made), she hit the button and paced the living room while it heated up, pressing soft kisses over Marleigh’s velvety hair. 

Once the milk was at the perfect temperature, she padded back to the nursery and settled into the rocking chair, shifting Marleigh to the crook of her elbow and bringing the teat to her lips. 

“Here we go,” Beca murmured, her tone full of love and affection for the three-month-old as Marleigh’s cries subsized to coos as she fed, her big blue eyes locking with Beca’s. She was a carbon copy of Chloe, and Beca was truly obsessed. “Much better, huh?” She smiled. “Listen MJ, tomorrow I have to go back to work. It sucks big time, and I’m going to miss you so, so much, but I’ll come back at night, okay? I’m not abandoning you, or anything. I’ll never do that. I promise.”

Once Marleigh was done, Beca changed her and sang her a lullaby, gently lowering her in her crib. Marleigh had the habit of sleeping with her arms up by her head, and it was the most adorable thing. 

Come morning, Beca was definitely reluctant to go back into the office. Chloe and Marleigh were doing tummy time in the living room when she rounded the corner to pour her coffee into a travel mug. 

Chloe smiled and picked Marleigh up, carrying her over. “Ready for your first day back?”

“No,” Beca mumbled as she screwed the lid back on, pouting a little. “Send me photos and videos, alright?” 

Chloe giggled. “I will, don’t worry.” 

“Come here, Bean,” Beca said, plucking her from Chloe’s arms. She kissed her forehead. “I love you.”

As though sensing her sadness, Marleigh wailed as soon as Beca transferred her back into Chloe’s arms, making Beca’s departure a thousand times more difficult. She spent her first meeting of the day with her mind wandering to the two people she left at home, daydreaming about going back home later that day. 

“Knock, knock.” 

Beca looked up from her computer, grinning at the sight of Chloe and Marleigh. She was just about to leave for lunch. “Hey! What are you guys doing here??” 

“We thought we would come to have lunch,” Chloe said as she stepped inside and placed a bag on Beca’s desk. 

“Oh my god, she’s a bear,” Beca gushed as she walked around the desk to take Marleigh from Chloe once she was out of the chest carrier. The baby was clad in the most precious bear fleece winter suit, complete with a hood sporting round ears. She kissed Marleigh’s cheek. “Hi, Bean. I’ve missed you.” 

“How was your first morning back?” Chloe asked a few minutes later once she was settled down in the chair opposite Beca’s desk, nursing Marleigh. 

“Busy,” Beca said once she’d swallowed her mouthful of poke rice. “But good. It’s nice to get back into it, even though I miss you guys.” 

“We’ve missed you, too,” Chloe murmured with a soft smile. “Maybe we’ll do this lunch thing regularly. It’s nice to be outside. We can meet at the park when it gets warmer, too.” 

Beca smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.” 

*

It was strange, for someone as workaholic as Beca to be looking forward to the weekend, now. She and Chloe had a pretty good routine down. During weekdays, she would wait for Beca to come home to start Marleigh’s nighttime routine: bath, feed, and playtime. On weekends, Beca usually spent her mornings entertaining Marleigh so Chloe could have a lie-in and she and Marleigh some bonding time. She also made sure to come home earlier on the days Chloe had therapy or NA meetings, so she could watch Marleigh. 

Her absolute favorite thing was whenever Marleigh fell asleep sprawled out on her chest while she lounged on the couch. 

“Oh my goodness,” Chloe murmured the first time she was there to witness the scene. She whipped out her phone. “Don’t move.” 

Beca chuckled. “Couldn’t even if I wanted to. She’s been passed out like this for an hour. Sorry, I didn’t get a start on dinner yet.” 

“Don’t worry about that. Did everything go okay?” 

Beca nodded. “Yeah. We did tummy time, then had a snack, and then decided we were too tired to do anything else, so we passed out on the couch.” 

Chloe smiled as she sat down next to them. She brushed a kiss to Marleigh’s forehead, then one to Beca’s cheek. “You guys are so cute. Oh, I went to pick up the birth announcements from the photographer, check this out.” Chloe pulled out a stack of pictures, handing one to Beca. 

“Oh my god, she’s adorable,” Beca said, smiling fondly as she gazed at Chloe. “You really said copy and paste, huh?” 

Chloe laughed. “I know. It’s pretty crazy. Part of me is glad she doesn’t look like him at all,” she admitted. “Not that I would love her any less but, yeah…” 

“I get it,” Beca murmured. 

When Marleigh woke up, they let her play on her own on her mat for a bit while they worked on dinner, singing along to the music playing. At now four months old, Marleigh was able to start eating solid food, which they were trying for the first time tonight.

“Tonight’s menu is a carrot, sweet potato, and parsnip puree,” Beca commented as she stirred the homemade concoction with a spoon. “Doesn’t sound too bad, does it, Mar?”

Chloe had her phone ready to record, and Beca scooped half a spoon, blowing on it then presenting it to the baby. Marleigh closed her lips around it and paused, a perplexed expression flashing on her features once she seemed to realize this definitely didn’t taste like milk. Beca chuckled and backed away a bit, half expecting Marleigh to spit it right out, but the baby ended up swallowing and opening her mouth for more. 

They gave her a bath afterward, and read her a story. Marleigh usually woke up for a feed around ten pm, which Chloe handled while Beca washed the dishes after their own dinner. She changed and washed up for bed afterward, messing around on her phone for a bit. 

A knock on the open door made her look up. 

“Hey,” she murmured. “All good?” 

Chloe nodded. “Yeah, she’s down.” She padded over and laid down, shifting to her side. 

Beca set her phone aside, mirroring her position. “What’s up?” 

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Chloe said. “Like… since the start. With taking me in, paying for rehab and my dad’s treatment, being by my side through my recovery and pregnancy, and now this-- raising Marleigh like she’s your own. You’re…” she shook her head. “I want to find the words to tell you how grateful I am, but I don’t think those exist.” 

Beca’s heart swelled with Chloe’s words. She smiled, blinking back the tears burning behind her eyes. “I know you’re grateful, I promise. And since we’re telling each other what we think…” she grabbed Chloe’s hand. “I’m in awe of you. Since day one. Accepting to go to rehab, keeping the baby, being a kickass mom. Marleigh is incredibly lucky.” 

“Thank you,” Chloe murmured. “I just hope I won’t mess up.” 

Beca nodded, squeezing her hand. Chloe had expressed concerns about being able to remain sober once she would stop breastfeeding a few months from now. “I know you’ll do your best not to.”

“Can I…” Chloe hesitated. “Can I sleep in here tonight?” 

A soft smile curved Beca’s lips and butterflies flapped in her belly. “Yeah, of course. I’d love that.” 

As Chloe got settled under the covers and turned on her opposite side, Beca waited for a few beats, then draped an arm across her middle, shuffling closer. “This okay?” 

“Yeah,” Chloe breathed in the darkness. Her fingers loosely laced with Beca’s. “Goodnight, Bec.” 

*

“I’m home!”

“We’re in the kitchen!” Beca called out as she stood by the island, Marleigh propped on her hip. Today was an important day, but the five-month-old didn’t seem all that aware. “Happy one year of sobriety!” 

Chloe’s eyes widened, taking in the sight of the cake that bore the same sentiment. “Oh my god,” she breathed out, tears pooling in her eyes. “You remembered.” 

Beca rolled her eyes. “Duh. Of course, I did.” She glanced at Marleigh. “Can you say happy one year of sobriety mommy?” 

Marleigh reached out for Chloe in response, emitting the cutest cooing sound. 

“Close enough,” Beca decided with a soft laugh. She smiled at Chloe. “How do you feel?” 

“Good. Proud,” Chloe said, beaming. 

Beca nodded. “As you should. I’m also freaking proud of you, Chlo.” 

Marleigh rested her tiny hand on Chloe’s cheek when a tear slid down, big blue eyes focused on her mom. Chloe exhaled a watery chuckle. “It’s okay, Bean. Mommy’s alright.” 

Beca grinned, taking the knife. “Shall I cut this bad boy?” 

“One sec,” Chloe said, stepping closer to pluck the knife from her hand and set it on the table. Before Beca could ask her what she was doing, Chloe’s lips were on hers in a soft kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. 

It was short, chaste, but sent Beca’s mind for a spin. 

“I love you,” Chloe murmured as she pulled away, brushing her nose against Beca’s. “Thank you for being so patient with me and going at my pace. But I feel ready now. To start something real, with you.” 

Beca blinked. “Can you say that again?” 

“Which part?” Chloe asked with an amused smile. 

“The… love part.” 

“I love you,” Chloe repeated, resting her forehead against Beca’s. “And I want to be with you.” 

Beca closed her eyes, basking into the pool of happiness spreading inside her as those words danced in a loop in her mind. She reached up to cup Chloe’s cheek, cradling her face tenderly. “I love you, too.” 

*

“Hey. Breathe,” Beca coached, taking Chloe’s hand at the red light. 

Today was Marleigh’s six-month-check up, and as always whenever they went to the doctor’s, Chloe was terrified something might be wrong. 

It had been two weeks since Chloe’s kiss and confession, and they’d been taking things slow. They hadn’t had sex yet, but Beca was in no rush at all. She knew Chloe would probably be more reluctant with that aspect of their relationship given everything she’d been through (Beca guessed, as Chloe never broached the topic), and she was once again following her lead. 

Chloe nodded, puffing out a breath as instructed. “Thanks.” 

Beca couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous as well as they waited in the doctor’s office. Marleigh seemed and looked healthy; she rolled over now, made different sounds, and reacted to her name. Nothing indicated a failure to thrive, but something could be wrong with her heart, her lungs, or her liver without any physical sign showing up. 

“Good afternoon,” Dr. Gazzola greeted as she stepped inside the exam room. “Hello, Marleigh. Wow, you’ve gotten big since the last time I saw you!” 

Chloe chuckled. “She eats really well.” 

“Good. Are you still nursing?” 

“Yes. Once in the morning and in the evening before bed. The rest is solid food.” 

Over the next twenty minutes, Dr. Gazzola dotted down Marleigh’s weight and height, inquired about the milestones, and listened to her heart and lungs. Beca’s eyes widened when she said it was time for the shots. 

“Shots?” She asked, paling slightly. “Again?” 

Marleigh’s three-month-check up had been traumatizing for Beca, as she had felt powerless against Marleigh’s distress after getting two shots. 

“Want to hold my hand?” Chloe teased, though Beca knew it was hard on her, too. 

“Shut up,” Beca muttered, throwing her a glare. 

Chloe held Marleigh in her lap while the doctor administered three shots. Marleigh cried, but it wasn’t as bad as last time. 

“You were so brave,” Beca gushed as she put her onesie back on while Chloe asked the doctor about any signs of defects because of the drugs having passed in the placenta the first three weeks of pregnancy. Marleigh cooed, holding on a chunk of Beca’s hair and pulling it to her mouth. Beca chuckled and picked her up, propping her onto her hip as she focused on the doctor’s words. 

“I see no signs of defects so far. She hit all the six-month milestones, her weight and height are good. She’s as healthy as can be.” 

Chloe’s shoulder slumped, and she mustered a smile. “Okay. Thank you so much.” 

They strapped Marleigh back inside her car seat and carried it out to the car, Beca’s hand finding Chloe’s on their way out. 

“Wanna stop at Chick-Fil-A for lunch?” It felt deserved after that emotional hour. 

Chloe grinned. “Heck yeah.” She leaned in to kiss Beca, and Beca wasn’t sure when or if she’d ever get used to that. 

After lunch, they hung out at the park as it happened to be one of the first warm days of the year. Marleigh was getting a lot more curious and talkative, and putting everything within reach in her mouth, including rocks, they soon found out. 

“And that’s a dog,” Beca said as Marleigh sat in her lap. “Can you say dog? Or woof?” 

“Da!” 

Beca chuckled and glanced at Chloe to find her snapping a picture or filming. “Are you capturing more material to further destroy my reputation, Beale?” Beca asked, narrowing her eyes. 

Chloe giggled. “Don’t worry, I’m keeping this one for myself.” 

On their way out of the park, they ran into someone Beca never thought she’d see again. 

“Oh, hi.”

Beca blinked. “Hey, Sarah. How, um, how have you been?” 

“I’ve been good.” She cleared her throat, her eyes falling to Marleigh as she chilled in her stroller, munching on a teething toy and seemingly unaware of the awkwardness surrounding her. 

“This is Marleigh,” Chloe provided with a soft smile. 

“Wow, she looks just like you,” Sarah said. 

“Can I… talk to you for a minute?” Beca found herself asking, pointing over her shoulder. She sent Chloe a smile before she and Sarah stepped away. Beca rubbed the back of her neck. “I uh, wanted to apologize. You were right about my feelings for Chloe, I just-- I was oblivious. I’m sorry I unconsciously led you on more than I should have.” 

Sarah nodded. “Thank you for saying that. And it’s okay. The first couple of months were a bit rough, but then I met someone, and…” she smiled, glancing at the ground. “I’m really happy.” 

Beca’s shoulders slumped as that last bit of guilt she wasn’t aware she was carrying until now dissipated. “Good. I’m really glad to hear that, Sarah.” 

Sarah looked back to where Chloe was, crouched down in front of Marleigh and talking to her. “You guys make a beautiful family.” 

Beca smiled. “Thanks. It was good to see you,” she said, meaning every word. “Take care of yourself, Sarah.” 

She headed back to Chloe and Marleigh, taking Chloe’s hand as they resumed their way to the car. 

“You okay?” Chloe asked after a few beats. 

“Yeah,” Beca breathed out, lacing their fingers as she kissed Chloe’s cheek. “More than okay.” 

[lestcat-de-lioncourt]

Does love at first sight exist in e-sports?

[silveanna]

Nct 2020 + You as Class E

Y/N:

-Had bad records in your previous school and now you’re here

-plays around with ChenJi

-gives helpful advices to everyone

-likes to break the rules

-doesn’t get involve to gang fights cuz Taeyong did not allow you to

-you’re their precious little flower

-the boys have a lot of respect for you

-started a food fight once and got suspended

-“im like earth, already in a state of global warming”

Taeyong:

-the president

-always late

-is quiet and always frowning

-looks like he might suddenly punch someone

-but when you get to know him he’s actually

a nice person

-“I repeat, once you got in Class E, you’ll graduate as a student of Class E”

Kun:

-Class A banned you guys inside the cafeteria

-most of you are too lazy to cook your own food

-so Kun had to use his skills and cooks lunch everyday for his dear classmates

-the most decent

-always present

-the one who just watches when there’s a fight

-“I’m not giving you guys lunch for free, now pay up”

Taeil:

-looks innocent but not really

-always asleep

-would even sometimes sleeps on the floor and use his bag as a pillow

-easily catches up on the lessons/discussions

-“what’s our next class? homeroom? ok bye”

Johnny:

-the chill kid

-but when he gets angry u better run for your life bro

-the tallest so he sits at the very back of the room

-vibes with everyone

-damage to school properties is the main reason why he’s in the fam

-⚠️Don’t laugh AT him⚠️

-“not my problem”

Yuta:

-the arrogant one

-probably imagines beating the shit out of someone in his mind sometimes

-superior at sports

-paints his nails

-“I’m tired of seeing the same faces everyday”

Doyoung:

-The Vice President

-also a decent one

-is tired of taking care problematic dudes everyday

-doesn’t look like it but he’s a nerd

-is seatmates with Taeyong

-Cold af

-“shut up I’m trying to study here”

Ten:

-one of the moodmakers

-mocks his teachers

-always rest his foot on top of his table

-brings his pet cats to school

-puts big ass rocks inside his classmates bags

-“I just downloaded tiktok, follow me guys:)”

Jaehyun:

-the escort (duh)

-doesn’t give a fuck

-always a pageant candidate

-records the fights for ✨memories✨

-varsity player

-“can I go home now?”

Winwin:

-a very nice person

-became friends with you on the first day

-eats a lot

-shares his food with you

-“I only gave Y/N food! Why are you guys eating too?!!”

Jungwoo:

-a literal softie

-gets along with everyone

-the first one to be thrown in Class E

-others call him Zeus

-hides his classmates bag

-“I believe in hate at first sight”

Lucas:

-Chick boy

-also eats a lot

-but doesn’t like sharing his food

-no one wants to be smacked with that big ass hand

-steals pens

-“if you’re more handsome than me then she’ll probably choose you. Better luck next time bro”

Mark:

-got low grades and now he’s stuck with a bunch of intimidating guys who teases him everyday

-but he loves them

-is starting to adapt

-brings his guitar to school

-“wanna listen to some music?”

Xiaojun:

-plays games with yangyang at free time

-SMART

-goes with the flow

-jams with mark

-helps you with your math class

-“just tell me if you need help”

Hendery:

-looks normal but isn’t

-also a mood maker

-almost sets the school on 🔥

-lives at the same neighborhood with you, so he walks home with you sometimes

-“life is so hard I just want to be a fly”

Renjun:

-small but terrible

-likes astronomy

-would not hesitate to choke someone

-likes to tease others but when he’s the one being teased he gets angry

-doodles whenever he’s bored

-debates about the existence of aliens

-“i don’t want to live on this earth”

Jeno:

-also a varsity player

-the one who suddenly throws crumpled papers

-bad fingered his teacher

-plays with Ten’s Cats

-“If you want to rock, you gotta break the rules man“

Haechan:

-cHaOtic

-most likely to start a fight lol

-was caught stealing and now he’s in the family

-helps everyone cheat on their exams

-the only one who cleans the room

-“don’t worry I got you”

Jaemin:

-doesn’t like being called “nana”

-the super quiet one

-stays at the very corner of the room

-sleeps on the floor with taeil

-number one complainer

-“close the curtains, it’s too bright here”

Yangyang:

-the prankster

-drag racer

-makes fun of his hyungs 24/7 with haechan

-would step in a fight even though he doesn’t stand a chance at all

-just to protect his friends

-“Haechan! What’s the answer to number five test B?”

Shotaro:

-a cutie

-but a freaking gremlin like everyone else

-learns new tiktok dances with ten

-this boy may look innocent but in reality he beat up 5 grown ass men alone

-“^_^”

Sungchan:

-Class A’s president has a huge crush on him

-so he’s the only one allowed inside the cafeteria

-pretty chill

-looks up to Taeyong

-Hacker

-“I’m going to the cafeteria, does anyone want some snacks?”

Chenle:

-RICH KID

-🐬🐬🐬

-loud asf

-sings randomly

-“I kissed Class A’s president that’s why I’m here”

Jisung:

-sticks around with you all the time

-cuz he sees you as his older sibling

-adored by everyone

-got transferred in the wrong class but he likes it here

-“I baked cookies want one?”

Bonus:

It was a Normal day at NCTY High, you and sungchan were headed back to the classroom after being sent to detention. You bumped into a group of guys from Class D, half of them were smirking, the others glared at you and sungchan. It was strange to see them in a abandoned building since Class E is the only class who uses the building.

You and sungchan exchanged looks and shrugged.

Everyone was chaotic as always, you sat in your usual spot and chit chatted with the guys until Chenle started screaming and there’s fire crackers blasting everywhere making everyone left their seat and gathered at the very corner of the room.

Kun immediately opened the windows to let out the smoke, Doyoung and Taeil tries to calm everyone down but FAILS.

“WAAAHHH!!! We’re being attacked by terrorist!” Chenle screamed and hugged you, Jisung did the same.

“JOHNNY YOU’RE BIG ENOUGH! SHIELD US!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“WHERE’S XIAOJUN?!”

“I DON’T KNOW! MAYBE HE’S DEAD!”

“I CAN’T FIND MY CATS!”

You counted them all and noticed there was one missing aside from Xiaojun, PRESIDENT!

You looked around and saw Taeyong in his spot, idiot was still peacefully sleeping. “How could he even— Argh!” You reached for a book near you and threw it at Taeyong’s head. “WAKE UP YOU DOOFUS!”

Eventually he woked up and yawns, Taeyong cursed under his breath after he realized the situation. He came to you and also tried to calm the others down, Haechan hugged him from the back tightly “Pres! We’re all gonna DIEEE”

“Shut up! Doyoung! Get your ass over here!”

“Get a fire extinguisher! Quick!” He commanded.

“I can’t! The fire crackers are blocking our only exit, and I can’t jump off the window we’re on 4th floor” Doyoung explained, Taeyong couldn’t think and do anything but to face palm himself.

A cold breeze blows your skirt up midway, everyone stopped panicking and there was a figure at the door. It was Xiaojun, he was holding a fire extinguisher. Face almost covered with bruises Did Someone beat him up?. “Class D.. It was Class D!”

Knew it.

[xlady-saya]

Hello! I don’t really use this account a whole lot but I wanted to go ahead and make a pinned post, which I’ll hopefully remember to update frequently lol. Anyways, here’s a collection of the fics I’ve written for aftg, andreil, and others so far ^^

progress comes in small steps series [complete]

and we’re just starting to get it [Rated T, 11.1k]

Neil is nothing and everything all at once, the entire universe for Andrew, however small of a universe that is. Even Aaron is starting to see it, though the pieces still don't line up.

And Andrew is trying to convince Aaron that he's never jealous? Yeah right. You don't spend your entire life being denied, being hurt, going through foster care with nothing to call your own only to be okay with someone else trying to take the one bright piece of life you call yours.

Or, Aaron is done with Andrew's shit and makes it his job to prove his brother wrong.

there’s always more to learn [Rated T, 12.3k]

The subject of Katelyn and Neil hasn't felt like dangerous territory in a long time, but Aaron feels the bomb countdown already coming to an end before Bee even opens her mouth.

"Well, the two of them are so alike," Bee goes on, oblivious to the tension leaking into the space. Her smile is pleasant, teasing. "It just goes to show how you and Andrew have similar tastes despite being so different."

The world freezes on its axis.

Andrew inhales a little too loudly the same time Aaron chokes on his spit. "W-What?"

trust is a slow process [Rated T, 7.3k]

If Katelyn had been stealthier, she could've escaped the crowded dance floor without Andrew seeing her.

But of course, she's no Neil.

Or: Katelyn and Andrew spend some unwanted quality time together, and Katelyn sees things for what they are.

someday there won’t be scowls [Rated T, 8.1k]

Neil finds that even with his mind's best efforts to hang onto the wounds of the past, his opinion of Aaron just isn't what it used to be. He can thank Andrew and Katelyn for a lot of it, but his own observations certainly help.

When he sees Aaron like this, the mix of worry and adoration on his face as he thinks of Katelyn, Neil can't help but feel too exposed himself.

It's a start.

I want this touch to be familiar [Rated E, 38.1k]

Deep down, Andrew knew he would always reach this crossroads, a time where the thought became too strong to ignore.

Going all the way with Neil. It's not something he can continue to avoid thinking about. When Andrew looks back to the days where he held Neil's hands down, when he never got off with him in the same room, he's forced to acknowledge how much he's allowed.

Not allowed. Welcomed. Wanted.

But that’s not all there is to it, and the desire to make a decision finally makes itself known.

if magic exists, you’re the closest thing [Rated T, 16.2k]

The concept of love is not one Andrew understands.

For a long time, it escaped him. It's always fuzzy, always distorted. He'd given up on it long ago, so why is he still chasing answers?

Whatever the reason, he's content to blame Jean Moreau for a lot of things, Katelyn too.

It's their fault he's here, at the happiest place on earth.

this red is for you [Rated T, 10.8k]

Katelyn never considered herself capable of doling out violence.

It has always been a far away thought, dampened by college courses and late night dates with her boyfriend. She lives a stereotypical life, despite everything she's been through with Aaron. Aside from her growing connection with the notoriously troublesome Foxes, nothing much about her life has changed.

Even then, she's learning she's still able to surprise herself. When Katelyn witnesses Neil defending Andrew, her own protective rage rears its head, ready to be explored.

And maybe that's a good thing.

an unconventional crossing [Rated T, 8.1k]

Aaron likes to believe he and Andrew have a lot more practice navigating their conversations now. And he’s right, mostly. But sometimes, challenges arise at the strangest times, and especially when their significant others are concerned.

In which Andrew and Aaron run into each other at the grocery store, and choose not to part ways.

the roads I traveled with you [Rated T, 35.5k]

When his brother gets engaged, Aaron doesn't expect it to send his head spinning as much as it does. Marriage has always felt like a dream, or a nightmare, one he never thought either of them would be able to achieve.

In that moment, Aaron remembers what he's always known, what keeps his head above water. He wants to be with Katelyn forever. That's never been a question. But marriage hadn't been brought up. For so long it was this abstract concept, a fantasy. He'd always reasoned with himself that it would happen, rationally of course it would, but now...

Now Andrew has made the idea a reality, and Aaron has to confront his own wants for his future.

one shots/multichapters

I’ve had a love of my own [Rated T, ongoing]

Despite everything Neil could’ve imagined for his life, he never thought he’d be here, finally giving the world the interview they’ve always wanted.

It’s been decades, but even with his numerous accolades and sports wins, he finds that they’re the least important thing about his life.

Neil can’t help but laugh. Andrew would be so annoyed if he were here.

Of course, Neil only wants to talk about him, and the life they spent together.

slurred [Rated M, 1.6k]

They're not the type of people to give up control, but with each other they're willing to bend the rules.

growing pains [Rated T, 10.6k]

Stuart knows it’s perfectly normal for teenagers to have crushes. That’s why he’s not surprised in the slightest when Neil starts acting strange; lighter, happier. However, what he doesn’t expect is for the crush to leak into his everyday life—or literally take up residence in his house. Or: five times Stuart knew Neil was hiding a nighttime guest, and one time he actually met him.

your hands are mine to hold [Rated E, 6.7k]

It has taken a long time for Thea to accept a lot of aspects of their past. Her eyes track the fear in Kevin's eyes, emboldened by how his own resolve wears it away year by year. She'll never take that sight for granted.

It's hard to ignore the weights on both of them, with their lives so eaten up by the Exy world and memories of the Nest, but one thing has always remained consistent.

Thea trusts Kevin Day with her everything, and she'll never hesitate to follow him into battle.

better than a night light [Rated T, 7.3k]

Neil hasn’t had the chance to examine the feeling of fear in a long time. He’s all too familiar with it though; from the nightmares, to the memories of a cold basement floor, he knows the feeling like the back of his hand.

But this fear is new, loaded with ridiculousness and a complete lack of reason. It’s nothing more than pixels on a screen, far away theories that can’t hurt him like his past can.

Maybe that’s why he’s beginning to not mind it as much. It doesn’t hurt that Andrew is also there to hold him through it.

Playtime [Rated E, 6.7k]

There was a time when Andrew might've questioned being so into this.

Not anymore.

take what you want [Rated E, 5.4k]

Laila has come a long way from her freshman year, past all the worries and pressure to behave a certain way. She never thought she’d realize it here, lounging poolside with her girlfriend.

The urge to seduce Alvarez is just too good to let go.

a product of absence [Rated T, 7.8k]

It’s funny, Andrew thinks, that this would be seen as a curse in any other situation. Two people, thrown apart by time and circumstances, desperately searching for one another.

But Andrew has never doubted Neil’s return. He’s not running, he’s not worried. It’s perhaps the only waiting game that’s been worth it, that he understands, because this bond with Neil has only ever made sense to him.

In another life, Neil made this much clear: they would always find each other in the end.

here I am, there you go again [Rated T, 17.5k]

There's many things about the past Neil chooses to leave behind, and most of the time it's for the best. For some reason though, his brain can't help but cling to the last memories of him.

"My Ex." Neil bites his tongue at the word, because it never feels right. At this point, so many years later, that man is no one. A stranger. He shouldn't presume to know him anymore than his ex should presume to know Neil.

If he remembers Neil at all.

But Neil should know better than anyone that the past always has a way of catching up to him, and this time, he's not as willing to run as he might've initially thought.

losing battle [Rated M, 3.4k]

It's always been Nicky's dream to be closer with his cousins. However, when he opens Andrew's mail to find more than he bargained for, he finds himself regretting the wish. Unfortunately, no matter how much Andrew's warmed up to him in the last few years, Nicky's pretty sure he'll die (literally) if Andrew finds out.

Nicky's mission begins.

temper, temper [Rated T, 3.7k]

"You paid for the deluxe package," Neil says as he scrolls through his payment history to find his client's invoice. His system is simple:

Basic Package: Fuck you. A general statement of displeasure and a brief description of the wrongdoing.

Intermediate Package: Fuck you, with passion. Everything in the basic package, but with additional insults. Customizable for an extra fee.

Deluxe Package: Fuck you to hell. Everything from the first two packages, for an extended period of time, and with extra viciousness.

And it looks like Andrew Minyard is the unlucky soul today.

a new contract [Rated T, 7.2k]

Neil’s request is simple on its face, but infinitely complicated given his history.

“Convince your team to sign me.”

And this was Andrew’s deal: If Neil can prove that he’s serious, that he can build a new life for himself so that he doesn’t end up crawling back to Riko, Andrew will convince his coach to recommend him for recruitment in the fall.

Yes, it was meant to be black and white…

But Andrew should’ve known better. Nothing ever is.

What a Rush [Rated E, 1.6k]

It's always Andrew's goal to stretch Neil's pleasure to its limits, and he's barely begun to scratch the surface.

locked together [Rated E, 8.3k]

Andrew licks his lips and tugs on the tail of the beast inside him, righting it so it can point him in the direction of what he's searching for. Neil looks good on top of him, panting and giddy, and it's rare that Andrew doesn't want to flip them over and make Neil fall apart.

But...every once in a while...

Well, he's relaxed today. He wants to listen, he wants orders, he wants to be controlled so long as the control comes from Neil.

do you like scary movies? [Rated T, 22.5k]

To say Andrew has never seen the benefit in the make-believe would be a lie. However, he finds less and less use for it as he grows older. He especially fails to see the benefits of anything from the horror genre; he’s made plenty of his own mistakes, has seen more than enough to terrify him in his life. He doesn’t need to rely on jump scares and idiotic protagonists.

But when he meets Neil, self-proclaimed horror archivist, he finds that maybe he never gave the genre the credit it was due, and he ends up thanking the dull movies eventually…

They lead him to Neil, the realest thing he’s ever known.

[seulgiology]

a little bit of spice ┃kim taehyung

pairings: idol!taehyung x non-idol!reader

words: 1.4k

genre: fluff, fluff, as fluffy as tae’s hair

warnings: um some boob mentioning but noting too extreme, really cute and sweet, they’re so in love it’s beautiful

a/n: admin 2 back at it again with some good ole fluff bc why not. man this shit is so sweet i love it. i wrote this as soon as the idea sparked so if there are nay mistakes i’m sorry bc it is unedited. 

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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‘ding dong’

You perk up at the sound of the doorbell ringing and you toss your book to the side, scrambling up from your comfortable position on the couch. You nearly trip over your own feet as you rush to the front door, excited to see your boyfriend since it’s been a few weeks.

When you open the door, it’s like you can finally breathe again. There stands Kim Taehyung looking casually stylish, looking at you with his wide, boxy smile that never fails to get your heart fluttering. 

You go to speak but Taehyung has other plans because he is wrapping his arms around your small frame, holding you impossibly close. You circle your arms around his waist and hug him back, closing your eyes at the familiar feeling of safety while being in his arms. 

The two of you stay like that for a while in your doorway, just taking in each other’s warmth and scent. Taehyung nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, simply pressing a kiss there with his warm lips. You can’t help but release a giggle at the tickling feeling it brought. When you feel him pull away, you lean your head back and look up at him.

“Hi,” you whisper to him and grin when his hands come up to cup your cheeks. Taehyung doesn’t waste any time connecting his lips with yours and the sigh of content you release is natural. His lips move slowly over yours in a sensual yet passionate way, pouring all of his emotions into it and it’s enough to make your heart feel like bursting. 

You smile into the familiarity of the kiss and hug him closer to you, never wanting to let go. Taehyung moves his body forward so yours goes back into the apartment, all while you two exchange open-mouthed kisses. He closes the door behind him with his foot and finally pulls away, looking down at you with a loving gaze.

“Hi sweetheart,” he whispers back, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You let out a yelp when he suddenly nips at your bottom lip and lifts you up off the ground. “I missed you so much!” Taehyung says with happiness radiating off of him and you laugh all while holding onto him for dear life.

The two of you fall onto the couch you were just lounging on and you completely forget there is a book on it until your back lands on the hardcover of it. “Ow,” you whine out at the brief pain that runs up your back and Taehyung is pulling back from you quickly.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Taehyung rushes out, eyes scanning your body quickly but thoroughly for any injuries. You push his chest gently to signal that he gets off of you and e does with his dark eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When you sit up, you grab the book from behind you and show it to Taehyung.

“Ah,” he breathes out in relief and grabs the book to place it on the glass coffee table a few feet in front of the chair. “Are you alright?” He asks with a sheepish smile and you dismiss the question with a wave of your hand.

“I’m okay tae but we have some time to spare before the food I ordered gets here and I wanna hear all about the concert,” you say, crossing your legs and Taehyung follows suit. A bright smile appears on his face as he begins to speak.

He manages to talk for about five minutes about the final Speak Yourself tour concert in Seoul. You watch and listen with a fond smile dancing on your lips, taking in everything and not saying a thing. There’s nothing like listening to Taehyung speak about his concerts. He has that spark in his eye that is admirable and you lean closer, chin resting in your palm.

You’ve known for a long time that you love Taehyung. You guys have been together going on a year soon but you still haven’t said the three special words. It’s not like there isn’t love there because there is so much love there it can create its own island. They know they love each other but they just don’t know how to say it exactly.

Taehyung has to pause his story so you can go retrieve the food from the delivery guy. After paying him and wishing him a good night, you go back into your apartment. Taehyung is turning your tv on and scrolling through your Netflix for something to watch.

You take a seat next to him and spread out the food on the coffee table. You don’t get a chance to tell him which box of chicken was his because he already picked one up without reading the label. “I am starving,” Taehyung admits with a chuckle of relief. 

You laugh yourself at seeing him scoff the first thing of chicken down his throat. While he chews on the chicken with his signature pout, you pick up your box. That’s when you realize where Taehyung went wrong. 

“Tae, baby you grabbed the wrong box,” you admit with a wince when you see his face scrunch up in distaste and his eyes start to water from the burning sensation in his mouth from the taste. 

He ate the spicy chicken.

“Y/N,” he whines and places the box back on the coffee table. “You gave me the wrong chicken.”

“Huh?” your eyes widen in shock at his accusation but he continues to fuss like a child. “You were the one who picked it up without looking at the labeling,” you say quickly all the while raising from the couch to rush to the kitchen and grab him some milk. 

“So it’s my fault?!” Taehyung asks incredulously and you can’t help but roll your eyes as you pour him a glass of milk. He takes it with desperate hands and gulps it down within seconds. 

“I’m not the one who grabbed the wrong box,” you shoot back with a playful smile. Taehyung has his tongue hanging out and it’s a funny sight to see as he waves it with his hand. Instead of speaking because of his tongue, he narrows his eyebrows towards you.

“Come here,” you motion with your hand to beckon him forward. He moves towards you as you open the freezer and grab an ice cube. You quickly place the ice cube on his tongue and Taehyung jerks back from the icy coldness of it.

Taehyung glares at you as you bend over in laughter, holding your stomach. Hearing you laugh makes him smile and heart soften. He could never be mad at you. So considering that Taehyung grabs another ice cube from the freezer while you’re in your laughing fit.

You stand upright to wipe at your eyes but gasp sharply when an ice cube is dropped down your loose shirt and into your sports bra. Your nipples hard at the feeling of the cold and hard ice cube on it, it starts to melt because of the warmth.

“Tae!” this time you’re the one whining but Taehyung just holds you close to him. You try to wriggle out of his arms because of the uncomfortable feeling of the ice melting against your left boob.

“I love you.”

Your body freezes at the three words that just spilled out of your boyfriend’s mouth. Forgetting all about the ice that’s numbing your nipple, you look up at Taehyung with wide eyes. He continues to look at you with that same loving gaze from earlier that pierces you right in the heart.

“I love you, Y/N… I am in love with you,” he continues and you didn’t even notice you had started to cry until he wipes a tear away, smiling softly down at you. You know that if you spoke the sobs would be horrifying. So you raise up on your toes and kiss him.

Taehyung squeezes your waist and pulls you close, your chest pressed against his. You gasp into his mouth at the surprisingly nice sensation that feels against your nipples with the ice just about done melting. He takes this time to move his tongue into your mouth and you meet yours with his.

“I love you,” you say back in between the kiss. “I love you so much Taehyung,” as you say this, Taehyung pulls away from the kiss. When you open your teary eyes, you smile lovingly at Taehyung. 

“Sorry about the chicken,” you whisper with a short laugh, running your fingers through his fluffy hair. Taehyung leans down to nuzzle his nose with yours and you giggle which brings his own laugh out of him.

“I love you still.”

And that’s more than enough.

[dominzc]

——— character development !

Basic Character Questions

first name? dominic

surname?  wright

middle name? alonzo (é o nome do avó dele por parte materna, homenagem)

Nicknames? domi ou dom

date of birth? um kkkk 

age? 21

Physical / Appearance

hair style? ok eu sou pessima em descrever, mas ele tem o cabelo preto, é um pouquinho mais comprido e  meio messy, é cacheado bem bonitinho, ele diz que não cuida muito mas o erik provavelmente sabe que ele cuida sim.

height? 1,77

glasses or contact lenses? sim, óculos! ele tem miopia bem alta, de cinco graus e meio, e acabou desenvolvendo estrabismo por isso, já faz alguns bons anos mas ele não gosta nenhum pouco disso.

which facial feature is most prominent? ele acha que os olhos chamam bastante atenção por causa do estrabismo mesmo 

favorite body part? o pescoço.

tattoos? varias e listinha delas já foi postada então vc já sabe.

type of clothes? e-boy, mas com dez mil marcas diferentes e ainda mais extra.

race / ethnicity? branco/mexicano (mas não tem muito contato com a cultura mexicana)

mannerisms?  a postura dele muda um monte conforme as pessoas que ele está perto, ele sempre relaxa quando é pessoas que ele tá confortavel, da super pra notar a mudança. quando ele fica nervoso ele corre pegar alguma coisa pra ter na mão, sei lá porque. 

are they in good health? não muito, ele até vai pra academia umas 3 vezes por semana, mas só come besteira e bebe/usa drogas demais.

Personality

are they more optimistic or pessimistic?  pessimista.

are they introverted or extroverted? extrovertida.

what bad habits do they have? vários?? até difícil listar, ele é mto o rei da auto-sabotagem, então vive fodendo tudo ao seu redor sozinho mesmo.

what makes them laugh out loud? ele não ri muito, mas erik é meio que a única pessoa que consegue fazer ele gargalhar.

how do they display affection?  por mais que não pareça, o dominic é bem carinhoso, ele é até meio chato de grudento quando está em um relacionamento. ele gosta bastante de cuidar das pessoas e até é bom nisso, ele é bem príncipe, não sei dizer e ele teria só uma ou duas love language pq ele faz meio que um pouco de tudo.

do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? demora, ele já foi julgado bastante não quer fazer isso com os outros.

what haunts them? várias coisas, de novo, rei da auto sabotagem, mas acho que duas das maiores são: sua sexualidade (e o fato dele claramente estar gostando do erik) e o medo do futuro, ele não leva a faculdade a sério, ele não consegue levar nada a sério e não se sente suficiente para esse tipo de coisa..

what are their political views? ele nasceu burro né, não leva a politica a sério, mas quando ele vota (o que não é sempre, desculpa) é esquerda.

are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? outdoorsy, ele ama festas.

Friends and Family

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? ele �� filho único, então sua família é bem pequena. seu pai se chama aaron e tem 48 anos, sua mãe se chama Eva e tem 44 anos. Ele tem bastante primos e tios, que ele não é distante, mas não é próximo também. daquele tipo que você vê a cada quatro ou cinco meses numa festa de familia (não mais agora que ele se mudou mas vc entendeu)

What is their perception of family? seus pais e ele não tem uma relação saudável a algum tempo, desde a época de adolescente rebelde do dominic basicamente. eles brigam bastante, mas no final da conta ele ama seus pais muito, iria ficar devastado se algo acontecesse e tem muito medo de decepcionar eles.

Describe their best friend. é o erik, óbvio. eles são vizinho desde criança, os dois cresceram juntos, passaram por tudo juntos. dominic confia no menino mais do que confia em si mesmo até, e ele faz quase de tudo para ver ele bem. 

Do they have any pets? não

Did they grow up rich or poor? rico hm.

Love

Do they believe in love at first sight? não, ele não se apaixonou de verdade por ninguém na vida ainda, então pensar em algo como amor a primeira vista parece maluco.

Are they in a relationship? sim! a uns três/quatro meses, com uma menina chamada maggie.

How do they behave in a relationship? Ele trata ela MUITO bem, mas o problema que ele é vacilão e vive traindo ela.

When did you character last have sex? nesse dia mesmo é dificil ter uma namorada e um namorado, ele não fica sem sexo nunca.

What sort of sex do they have? acho que depende muito pra ele, ele pode fazer tanto mais kinky com tapa e etcs, mas também é mais vanilla. depende demais do dia e de como tá tudo, acho que normalmente é mais simples com uns tapinhas e enforcada só de leve mas deixa mais especial para quando quer impressionar sldkkkk 

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job? herdeiro kkkkkkk

What do they think about their current job? acha ótimo, óbvio.

What are some of their past jobs? hm kkkkk

What are their hobbies? ele tem alguns, por exemplo: ama futebol (brasileiro mesmo), video-games e ele sabe tocar piano, inclusive muito bem, mas esse é algo que ele faz bem pouco.

Favourites

what is their favourite animal? no momento gekko mas é porque ele quer um.

what place would they most like to visit? hm acho que amsterda

what is their favourite colour? azul ou preto.

what is their favourite day of the week? sabado

Possessions

what is on their bedside table? bagunça serve de reposta? ok, eu não vou dizer tudo em detalhes, porque ele tem duas estantes do lado da cama. ele tem uma luminaria de cada lado, também é onde ele guarda seus três perfumes, uma caixinha com maconhas, cinzero, garrafas de água e xicaras sujas ksdkdkk mas assim, é mais treco mesmo?? deve ter alguma decoração que ganhou de presente, coisa boba assim.

what is in their purse or wallet? ele quase nunca anda com mochila, normalmente tá com sua carteira que tem sempre seus documentos, seus cartões, algum dinheiro e moeda e umas duas camisinhas. quando leva a bolsa é pra faculdade e tem o notebook e algum caderno ali. 

what is their most treasured possession? ele não é apegado demais a coisas matérias, o que é esquisito pra alguém que tem dez mil coisas de marca, mas só não sei?? 

Spirituality

do they believe in the afterlife? não tem certeza, foi criado em uma familia cristã, mas é complicado pra ele. tem dia que ele tem certeza que existe uma vida depois, outra não.

what are their religious views? é meio que a mesma coisa do que com afterlife. tem dias, aonde ele acredia muito em religião e deus, e em outros aonde ele acha impossivel e maluquice. 

what do they think heaven is? imagina de uma maneira meio infantil, na real? algo meio dourado e magico, e bom.

are they superstitious? Um pouco, principalmente por influencia da sua mãe.

how would they like to die? desde que seja indolor e que ele não sofra, pra ele tá tudo bem. mas odiaria ter uma morte trágica e novo.

what is their zodiac sign? hm kkkk

Daily life

what are their eating habits? ele cozinha até okay, mas é preguiçoso pra cozinhar o que leva ele a pedir muita comida fora e nem sempre ser a coisa mais saudavel do mundo, mas tenta se controlar, principalmente pelo peso.

do they have any allergies? não.

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? se ele tá sozinho, provavelmente olhar pro celular. se ele tá com o erik (ou a maggie) normalmente vai dar atenção pra pessoa com beijinhos e etc.

what do they do on a Sunday afternoon? em alguma festa ou na maggie.

what is the soft drink of choice? café

what is their alcoholic drink of choice? gin ou whiskey 

Miscellaneous

what or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? ele não é muito criativo, então provavelmente iria pedir ajuda pro erik e aceitar o que ele falasse pra ele vestir. (ou quando tá amorando faz  algo de casal)

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? erik, concerteza.

what would they do if they won the lottery? ele já é rico, nunca sonhou com isso de verdade, mas provavelmente iria dar uma parte enorme do premio pro erik, investir um tanto em algumas empresas e etc e viver tranquilo fazendo nadas.

Do they believe in happy endings? para si mesmo? não. mas para os outros sim, e sempre tenta fazer os outros verem isso. 

what is their idea of perfect happiness? ele não sabe direito, acho que estar em paz com as coisas na sua vida que o atormentam (sua relação com seus pais, sua relação com o seu futuro e sua sexualidade). provavelmente isso o deixaria feliz o suficiente. e dinheiro pra fazer o que quiser de verdade é sempre um bom bonus (apesar dele já ter uma mesada enorme)

what would they ask a fortune teller? provavelmente alguma coisa idiota pra ver se ela é real ou não porque não acredita nisso sdlmkkkkk

what sport do they excel at? futebol.

What sport do they suck at? futebol americano, ele tentou porque parecia mais cool mas ele é um lixo.

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? acho que ele iria querer ter controle do fogo, não é útil mas é legal.

[overstimulatethis]

New Territory [Pharmercy Fanfic]

Fandom: Overwatch

Pairing: Pharmercy

Rating: E

Summary: It's been two years since Angela and Fareeha had been deployed on a mission, since Fareeha had been seriously injured and Angela hadn't been there to save her. Now, Angela asks for some moral support in putting on the uniform once more, and she discovers something that provokes them to get a bit carried away.

Chapter: 1/1

Angela looks over the rough black case with a bit of trepidation. She reaches out to touch it, runs her fingers over the familiar texture, and shivers when she releases a lock. It has been almost two years since she’s worn the uniform, wielded her staff, two years since—

She cuts off her train of thought with a wince. It’s fine, now. Two years is more than enough time to recover, even from—stop it!

“Fareeha!” Angela calls out before she can spiral any further. She needs to do this, one way or another, and Fareeha always manages to make things feel easier.

It’s not long before Angela hears Fareeha’s footsteps enter the door behind her. “Yes?”

“Hi,” Angela says on a long, drawn-out sigh. Fareeha intuitively wraps her arms around her waist and rests her chin on Angela’s shoulder. Angela’s hand moves from the black case to cover Fareeha’s own as she leans their temples together.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Fareeha asks softly, gently as her hold on Angela.

Angela lets out a smaller sigh. “I have to try on the uniform… to make sure no adjustments need to be made before….” Before their first field mission after being medically benched for almost two years—after Fareeha was medically benched for almost two years and Angela had refused to be deployed without her. Angela shakes her head lightly. “Could you help me, schätzli?” She turns her head to place a kiss against Fareeha’s cheek.

Fareeha, meanwhile, freezes for a second as her mouth goes dry. “Help you… put on your uniform?” she asks, feigning a need for clarification when she’s really just processing. She’s seen Angela in her Mercy uniform before, of course, but not only has it been a while; Fareeha has always struggled to hide her reactions to the suit from Angela.

She remembers Angela briefly mentioning slight disdain for the suit. She hadn’t liked the combination of aesthetic with her codename, thinking it pretentious and not wanting to be viewed as such. (Although, Fareeha had called her “Angel,” one day and made the doctor flush bright red. Angela had avoided her gaze for ten minutes, restless and squirmy, and Fareeha stored that information away for later use.)

How was Fareeha to explain, then, that the first time she had ever touched herself had been to the image of Angela in said uniform?

So, she never did, and now her breath is catching just at the idea of seeing Angela in uniform once more. Her responding “sure” is drawn-out because of it, hesitant, which causes Angela to look at her with some concern.

“Well,” Fareeha continues at the questioning gaze, “you’ve just… never needed my help before.” It’s not a lie, even if it isn’t the main reason for her hesitancy.

Angela lets out another shaky sigh and turns in Fareeha’s arms to face her. She runs her hands over Fareeha’s strong shoulders, up her neck and back down her arms, more to soothe herself than anything. “You make me feel stronger,” she admits, “and right now, I feel very… scared.”

Fareeha moves her hands to the small of the doctor’s back, bringing her in securely. “Habibti… you don’t have to do this.” She’s made sure that the doctor knows her options on this, but now she’s afraid that Angela has been simply burying her true feelings on the matter. “You don’t have to go.”

Something hardens in Angela’s eyes, and it catches Fareeha off guard. “I almost lost you, because I wasn’t there, Fareeha. Do you not realize that?” She takes a step back from the soldier, though she stays close and keeps her hands on Fareeha’s shoulders. “I could not possibly put myself through that again. Please don’t ask me to do so.”

Oh. It hits Fareeha then, the underlying cause for all of this. Her left foot aches suddenly, but she ignores it and instead lifts a hand to cup Angela’s cheek. “Then… we won’t go.” Angela’s eyes widen slightly. “Winston, Jack, everyone would understand if I weren’t to return to active duty; they’ve offered it multiple times. I don’t have to go, either.”

Angela gives her a soft, teary-eyed smile. “You would drown without serving, my love, and you know it. I knew from the beginning what it would be like, dating a soldier. I signed up for this.”

Fareeha’s eyebrows crinkle together. She knows, deep down, that Angela is right, in that retiring now would eat away at her inside. But still…

“I’ll be fine, Fareeha. I’m just... anxious, but just having you by my side calms me.” She sighs and steps back into Fareeha, tucking her head under the soldier’s chin snugly.

Fareeha’s lips purse together. “Then I’ll always be by your side. We’ll do this together, and everything will be fine.” Another throb comes from her non-existent foot, and she wonders briefly which one of them she is trying to convince.

Angela pulls back with a soft smile. “Thank you, darling. So, you’ll help me?”

The heat immediately attacks Fareeha’s face again, when Angela gestures to the black case, still on the counter, closed but unlocked. “Of course,” she says, and in her attempt to make sure she doesn’t sound over-eager, she ends up sounded stilted and flat.

Angela cocks an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” Fareeha repeats before shaking her head lightly. “Yes, love. Come on, then.” She tugs at the hem of Angela’s shirt before stepping away and opening the case.

She can hear the doctor’s breath catch at the sight of her weapon and uniform, and she ignores how her own breath does the same. She is afraid, Fareeha reminds herself. Now is not the time.

The process is intentionally slow, punctuated by Fareeha poking Angela into giggles on occasion to keep things light. Small kisses are exchanged on necks, shoulders, arms, and cheeks as they maneuver Angela out of her street clothes and into her uniform. By the time they are done, there is a familiar, happy warmth emanating between them.

“Well,” Angela starts, taking a step back, “how do I look?”

Fareeha freezes as she tries to think of the proper way to answer that.

Because Angela looks as amazing as she always has, of course. She is the spitting image of the small magazine poster Fareeha had always kept hidden beneath her mattress as a teenager. Fareeha rubs the back of her neck and takes a deep breath.

“Honestly, Angela, you look wonderful. Beyond so,” she settles on, awe apparent in her voice.

Angela blushes for a moment before standing up straighter, reaching a hand out toward Fareeha in one of her signature poses, and using her Official Agent Mercy voice to say, “The doctor is in!”

Angela’s breath hitches, her arm faltering slightly when she sees Fareeha’s jaw drop and her eyes go dark. She breaths out an Arabic word that Angela has come to know as some sort of curse, though she’s not sure of the exact translation.

Oh.

“Fareeha,” she says in an incredulous, teasing tone, dropping her Mercy voice. “You rather like me as Mercy, don’t you?” She raises an eyebrow and steps back into Fareeha’s space.

The soldier, in response, blushes the reddest Angela has ever seen her. She scrambles to think of the least embarrassing way out of this situation, but her pulse is pounding in her ears and she can hardly think beyond the fact that Mercy is right in front of her.

In her silence, Fareeha’s eyes wander along Angela’s body, and the doctor doesn’t miss it. Earlier dilemma now forgotten, an idea sparks in her head.

“Fareeha,” she repeats, stepping up once more so that their faces are inches apart. She looks up into deep brown eyes and puts on her Mercy voice again, “Do you need me to take care of you?”

This is the stuff of 15-year-old Fareeha’s wet dreams. Her shoulders tense, eyes focusing on Angela’s lips. She only manages to whimper out a soft, “Fuck,” before Angela has pulled her down into a kiss by her hair.

Angela has been known to be stubborn, to talk back, to be a brat, but this is new territory for them. When Angela feels Fareeha’s hands on her waist, she pushes the soldier away until she topples back onto the bed, staring up at her with wide eyes.

Usually, Fareeha was the one to take the lead, and while Angela had her moments, she’d never felt this much control over Fareeha before. Her heart thrums with the rush of power, and she feels her ears and cheeks burning as badly as the space between her thighs. “You’ll need to undress for me,” she continues, Mercy tone faltering for just a moment, “so that we can conduct a proper examination.”

Fareeha sits up and immediately pulls her shirt over her head. She feels like a teenager, fumbling and eager for their first time. Tossing her shirt across the room, she stands in order to start unbuckling her pants, but Angela’s hand on her stomach makes her freeze.

Angela trails the tips of her fingers across Fareeha’s skin, running along the defined lines of her abs and the V that disappears into her belt. She hums softly while Fareeha’s breath hitches. Sliding her hand up into Fareeha’s sports bra, Angela helps her slip it over her head. The doctor’s slim hands then take their time trailing over and caressing Fareeha’s chest.

Fareeha sways a bit in place, jaw dropping with a whimper as Angela lightly pinches one of her nipples. That hand moves to palm and squeeze her full breast, while the other hand pinches the other nipple and tugs. Fareeha cries out a moan as she’s pulled flush against Angela once more. She forces her eyes open—didn’t even realize she’d closed them in the first place—to see Mercy’s gaze inches from her own.

“The problem doesn’t appear to be of the upper body,” Mercy says to her, breath ghosting over her lips. “We’ll have to continue the examination. Please remove the remainder of your clothing now.” And then she’s stepped away again.

God, is this how Angela felt whenever Fareeha teased her, dragged out their sessions? Her head is clouded, only aware of Angela—Mercy—in front of her and the throbbing heat in her underwear. Vaguely, she registers the order she’d been given and moves to follow it, but her body is moving clumsily and it takes her longer than she’d like.

Angela takes the time to admire Fareeha, thoroughly amused by the effect she’s had on her soldier thus far. As she waits for Fareeha to fumble her pants and underwear off, she brings a hand up to hide a smirk she can’t hold back. When Fareeha finally finishes and stands up straight, Angela immediately shoves her back onto the bed once more.

With the way Fareeha lands, her wetness is on display for Angela to see very clearly. “Well, then,” she breathes, just barely managing to hold onto her exaggerated voice. She looks up to meet Fareeha’s frenzied eyes. “It looks like I’ve found the problem. Time to patch you up, don’t you think?” She feels as if she might be laying it on a bit thick, but her partner seems to be enjoying every bit of it.

Fareeha is barely able to let out a groan before Angela is on her knees, kissing her way up Fareeha’s thighs. She slips a hand into Angela’s hair and whimpers, “Habibti, please.”

Angela shudders, but fights against the way she would normally respond. Instead, she reaches up and moves Fareeha’s hand to her side, holding it there firmly for a moment to portray the message. “Now, now, be patient, and you’ll get a treat when all is said and done.”

“Fuck,” Fareeha says through a chuckle, “this is a treat in itself.”

Angela can’t hold back her own breathy chuckle, but when Fareeha continues to keep her hands still, she resumes her previous activities. Slowly, she kisses her way up the insides of Fareeha’s thigh to the source of the rich smell invading her senses. Absentmindedly, she brushes her hand along the metal prosthesis below the soldier’s left knee, but she was thankfully too distracted from her earlier troubles to resurface.

Fareeha is dripping, the wettest Angela has ever seen her, and she briefly makes a mental note to clean the sheets when all this is done. The wetness has smeared along her thighs where they meet. Angela starts licking up the mess on one side while she reaches a finger out to scoop up a large amount of wetness clinging to Fareeha’s lips. Fareeha lets out a moan as she does so, and Angela lets out her own when she sucks Fareeha’s juices off of her finger.

“Don’t worry, Liebchen,” she says, adjusting her position slightly, “I’m going to take care of you now.”

When Angela licks a long stripe through Fareeha’s wet folds, she has to pin the soldier’s hips down. Fareeha moans loudly, obscenely, and it makes Angela exceedingly wet, herself. She leans back in once she has a grip on Fareeha’s hips and goes to work, licking and sucking up the juices that flow freely from her cunt.

When Fareeha quiets down to heavy pants, Angela moves to focus on her clit, using her tongue as she knows her lover enjoys. Fareeha’s moans start up again, desperate now. As she closes her lips around her clit and sucks lightly, Angela hesitantly trails a finger over Fareeha’s entrance. She pulls back just long enough to say, “Is this--?” but Fareeha cuts her off before she can even finish the question.

“Yes, please,” she nearly cries before dissolving into more Arabic. She doesn’t think she’s been this worked up in her life. She’d thought that sex with Angela couldn’t get any more perfect than what they’d already experienced, but this is only expanding her imagination.

Angela moves forward again to suck harshly on her clit as she simultaneously pushes a finger inside of her. Fareeha isn’t usually a big fan of penetration, but when she’s this worked up, she craves it—and Angela knows her well enough to have predicted it.

Fareeha writhes on the bed, clenching her fists in the bed sheets to keep from grabbing at Angela’s hair. She tries her hardest not to buck her hips throughout the doctor’s ministrations, but it’s extremely hard when she keeps glancing down to see Mercy in full uniform, on her knees between Fareeha’s thighs. “More,” she moans out, and Angela is too caught up in pleasing Fareeha now to keep up the charade.

Angela adds another finger inside Fareeha, moving quickly as her tongue flicks over her clit. She digs her nails into Fareeha’s hip and curls the fingers inside her with each thrust. Looking up, she meets Fareeha’s gaze, and she gets to witness the moment when her soldier falls apart.

Fareeha’s eyebrows raise up and her jaw slackens, letting out Angela’s name in a cry of pure bliss. Her back arches, and her hips thrash twice, so hard that Angela can’t hold her down anymore. Then she calms, her thighs twitching occasionally as Angela slows her continuous ministrations.

When Fareeha lets out a sigh, Angela pulls her fingers out of her still-twitching cunt and gently licks up the mess between her love’s legs. She then raises up onto the bed and climbs up Fareeha’s body to lay across her.

She rests her wet hand on the sheets beside Fareeha while her other starts stroking through her straight, black hair. Fareeha hazily turns to meet her gaze through half-lidded eyes and smiles dopily up at her. Angela can’t help but laugh. “Enjoy yourself, schätzli?”

“Angela, you—” Fareeha cuts herself off with a chuckle of her own. “You realize you just fulfilled a fantasy I’ve had since I was a teenager, don’t you?”

Angela, despite herself, blushes brightly. “I might’ve had the thought, but I didn’t know for sure; I mean, I always had my suspicions, but that’s all they were—”

Fareeha cuts her off with a firm kiss. “I love you, my angel,” she says when she pulls back, which rewards her with the sight of Angela’s blush spreading to her ears and neck before she buries her face into Fareeha’s chest. She can only chuckle, before she turns her head and realizes Angela’s hand is right by her face.

Angela lets out a whimper and raises her head when she feels the unmistakable sensation of Fareeha’s mouth around her fingers. The soldier meets her gaze haughtily as she sucks Angela’s fingers clean, her tongue moving deftly around and between the slender digits. When she releases them with a pop, Angela can’t hold back a long moan.

“Now,” Fareeha says as she quickly and smoothly flips them around, “I think it’s time the doctor was taken care of, don’t you, Agent Mercy?”

“Mein Gott,” Angela whimpers before Fareeha sweeps her up in a kiss once more.

[xhanisai]

Dark Adrien prompt- Marinette gets tired of Adrien/Cat Noir teasing her, so at one point she just grabs him by his shirt and passionately kisses him.

Originally wanted to draw this out but adulting took over ripperoni ;;;; Have a quick oneshot instead (we’re lacking some good ol’ marichat in this AU and that’s a  s  i  n  :0)

~(x)~

“Bonsoir, Mlle. Chibinette~!” Chat Noir purred out as he fluidly slipped through the trapdoor from the balcony, dramatically flipping down on the girl’s bed and then plastered an innocent look as he faced her. (Which pretty much required hanging upside down from the stairs but the cat didn’t care).

He only received silence and a back towards, the love of his life scribbling down notes for what he assumed, homework. That didn’t deter him; on the contrary, it fuelled his mischievousness to the brim. 

“Aren’t you gonna greet me, Baby Bug?” 

Chat’s faux ears caught the annoyed muttering that escaped Marinette’s lips and the way she added pressure to the pen she’s writing with. He creeped closer whilst his grin grew wider. 

“Mini-ne-eeeeeeeette?” This time she huffed and her knuckles whitened from her grip on the poor writing tool. 

“Are you ma-aaaaad at me, Petiténette?” The pen was abruptly snapped in half and Marinette swerved towards the masked hero with eyes raging pure fury. 

She shot up to her full height, not faltering once at how Chat’s figure loomed over hers by a long shot. Hands on her hips, head lifted up to meet his gaze, Marinette growled:

“Utter one more word related to my height, Adrien, and I will destroy you.” 

The boy’s cheeks were starting to cramp from how much he was smiling, relishing the reactions from his poor girlfriend. He tilted his head with a coy smirk, letting his fingers run through her hair that was tied up in a messy ponytail. 

“But Mari-”

“No.”

“Marinette-”

“Don’t. Even. Speak.”

“Itty-bitty-baby-bug-”

With a frustrated yell, Marinette yanked Chat forward by the bell, making him bend down to her small stature. 

“Listen here you idiot cat. Ever since you got that dumb growth spurt, you’ve been teasing me nonstop during school, during patrols and even during akuma battles! I swear I will knock you down to a size that matches your brain which I assure you, is smaller than the size of my thumb. Do. You. Understand?!”

Letting him go without hearing his answer, Marinette stomped back to her chair, ignoring Chat’s guffaws as he made way back to her again. Once he calmed down, he rested his cheek against hers, resisting the urge to laugh at her comical way of doing work.

It’s very well known that Adrien is very bright and top of the class when it comes to academics and sports (Though he’ll never understand how Marinette and Max always gets full marks on Maths and all three sciences). However, when it comes to reading situations and common sense, he’s a lost cause.

The moment right now is a pretty good example of his dumbassery and biting off more than he can fucking chew.

“Alright, alright. I’ll shut up now,” He chuckled out and gave a sweet peck on Marinette’s cheek. She only scoffed and refused to let Chat distract her. “Heh- you get mad so easily, Marinette,”

His smirk suddenly darkened and his voice dropped down an octave.

“But then again Princess,”

Marinette froze on one of the questions, eyebrows furrowed at the boy’s sudden husky tone.

“You do have a short temper~”

Incredulous blue orbs met laughing green orbs. Time stood still for a good five second as the duo were unable to look away. 

Chat was the first to be defeated, leaping away, cackling and even tripping over the chaise. He gave up on trying to stand up and stayed on the chaise till his laughter died and his sides hurt.

Finally, Chat registered the silence in the room, promptly sitting up in confusion. His companion was still in the same position however, her head was bowed down and her fingers dug into the arms of the chair.

“Marinette?” Chat channeled a bit of his civilian counterpart, softening his voice slightly whilst ducking his head lower to see her face. “Shit…did I go too far?” 

He scrambled back to his feet and darted towards Marinette, hands ready to cup her cheeks and apologise a thousand times, only to be surprised with a-

“MmMpH!!?” 

Marinette pushed her lips against Chat’s harder, her slim but strong fingers dug into his scalp in a way that always made the latter melt. She tilted her lips, just the way he liked it, evident with the exhale Chat let out and how his body instantly relaxed.

Lulling him into her trap.

Dropping his guard was a huge mistake and the model found himself pinned against the floor, both wrists bounded by her hands and his bottom lip getting pricked by her teeth. 

His face reddened from the tips of his human ears to the base of his neck and his eyes scrunched close in order to keep up with the heated kiss. It took him everything to bottle up the groans that was eager to escape his throat- Chat’s pride couldn’t afford to be shattered for the umpteenth time again.

With a final tug on his lip, Marinette pulled away slowly. Her eyes sparkled deviously at the sight of Chat’s lack of composure below her. His tanned skin took on a raspberry glow, his lips were plump and a stark red, indicating how thoroughly kissed he was and his heart was hammering against his chest. The Asian’s chest swelled with pride. 

She did this. She got one of the most hottest, European teen absolutely dishevelled in one single kiss. She’s unravelled Paris’ most flirtatious and dangerous hero into a mess. 

“Told you I’d kick you down a size or two,” Marinette purred out, her words dripping with pure Ladybug power.

“E-Erm…”

“What was that~?”

“B-Buh…erm…”

It was Marinette’s turn to snicker whilst Chat covered his face in embarrassment, refusing to believe how he’s flustered to the point where he’s unable to speak! He cried out a little ‘Nooooooo’, turning his face away everytime Marinette tried to peel his hands off his face.

“Oh come on Chaton, it’s not your fault that you thought you’re so clever and hilarious with all these jokes,” Chat uncovered one of his eyes to glare at Marinette. “After all, you’re so tall that you just couldn’t have seen anyone else at all!”

With an irritated groan, Chat gently pushed Marinette off him and jumped back to his feet, folding his arms with a scowl. He refused to talk to her. Nope. Not even acknowledge her existence. Not with the way she was giggling behind him. The one time he’s finally got a one-up on the girl, the table turns on him!

“Minou~ does the cat still have your tongue?”

Chat spun back to face Marinette, annoyance written all over his face and his pout only dug deeper that no one could possibly think this boy could ever hurt a fly. 

“You can’t say that! I’m the cat here not you-” He was interrupted again with a kiss. This time, it was softer and sweeter, enough to make his knees wobble till Marinette pulled away too quick for his taste. Twirling a strand of his hair with her finger, Marinette tugged him forward so that her lips could meet his ear and whisper.

“No matter how tall I am, you will always be beneath me~”

She pushed him away, letting him collapse back on the floor in a blushy pile of goo and sat back down on her chair. Chat’s mutterings and whimpers were music to her ear, concocting a devilish smirk on her face.

“Grrr…I’ll get you back…just you wait shorty…”

“Does the cat require another kiss?”

“DON’T TOUCH ME YOU HEATHEN!”

“Hahah! No amount of anime prepared you for an itty bitty kiss from an itty bitty lady, did it?” 

“Stooooooop!”

~(x)~

Hope you enjoy!

[mercy-misrule]

everyone stop writing, the best titled novel already exists

"Does love at first sight exist in e-sports? "

the last line of the blurb was

'Does love at first sight exist in e-sports? It does.'

and it make me laugh so hard i became lightheaded