#I mean ALMOST hitting people with taxis

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local slutboy taken a liking to you ?!?

top male reader x bottom character

you hated yourself for even agreeing with your friends to go into a random town just to get drunk. it will be fun they said, but now you're just dying to go home and lay down on your comfy soft bed. unfortunately for you, you can't just ditch your friends and go home because you came here with their car,no taxi around here either so you're just stuck here, bored as hell. maybe a smoke break will clear your mind a little

so here you are, standing in a random dark alleyway to smoke. well, that's your plan until a random person approached you. he's wearing a hoodie that's definitely too big for him with a face mask "mind giving me some?" he suddenly asked, walking closer to you

you stared at him for a sec before turning away "nah, this shit expensive man. rather not give it to random guy" you replied, looking at him again. he just chuckled at your response "i've never seen your face here before. you're not from here im guessing?" he asked, which you answered with a simple nod, "it's dangerous to wonder around here all alone you know. these people aren't really friendly" he said, smiling at you

"...what do you want from me ?" you responded to him quite harshly, clearly annoyed that someone disturb your peace. "nothing, i just want you" he replied almost instantly. you just looked at him like he's crazy and awkwardly laughed, brushing it off as a joke before he spoke again, "im a sex worker, im quite popular around here. you're lucky that im offering my service to you" he said, getting uncomfortably closer to you

"I'll pass, don't carry cash with me" you responded, turning around to walk away until he grabbed your arm and push you against the wall

"don't worry. i won't charge you much. how about.... you give me the pack of cigarettes and i let you hit? a good deal isn't it ?" you looked at him once again, "tempting isn't it? don't be scared now, i promise that im better than any women you've ever slept with" he whispered to your ear

you'll definitely regret this later but oh well, you've been pent up after all, being single and shit for so long. before you can even say anything, "I'll give you a tease" he said with a smile, before kneeling down and tugged on your pants "i can tell that you're big even from far" rubbing your clothed cock while looking up at you

slowly pulling your pants and underwear down, revealing your half-hard cock. "oh, look! someone's already excited even though he was acting all tough before" he teased you,slightly pushing his mask up so he can kiss the tip of your cock before swallowing it whole. getting head from a stranger in a dark alleyway is not your plan but you are not complaining at this point. i mean, he's not that bad looking now that you can kinda see half of his face, he's quite pretty actually.

he looks up to you before pushing your cock all the way to his throat. he's practically sucking your cock like it's the best meal he ever had "you're getting close?" he asked, stroking your cock

you came all over his mouth and mask after a few minutes of throatfucking him "woah.... it's so thick, you must been pent up this whole time" he said, putting his mask back on properly before standing up again "wanna try my hole next ? all of my customers love it" he teased, pulling his own pants down, revealing that he's wearing nothing under it with his own cock leaking precum "hoodie stays on though, but I'll give you a little teaser" he said, giving you a smile before lifting up his hoodie revealing his nipples piercings

he grabbed your hand to feel his body "do you like it? I've never show my body to anyone else you know" he said, giving you a little smile "anyways, lets get into the good part" he continued, turning around, spreading his cheeks apart, showing you his twitching pink hole

you pushed your cock inside him "you're so big" he moaned. slowly moving your hips to let him adjust to your cock before picking up the pace. you thrust into so eagerly "looks like you like it too" he teased, which made you pick up the pace

he's slowly losing his grip on the wall, knees shaking from your hard thrusts "shit, i can't hold myself up anymore" he said, trying to keep himself up. you pulled out your cock "huh? why did you-" you turned him around to face you before lifting him up "oh, missionary huh? i like it" he whispered to your ear seductively

you pushed your cock all the way in him which caught him off guard, his moans became high pitched and louder than before. his hands grips tightly on your shirt, "shit..the way your cum smells on my mask is so...intoxicating. and your cock too.. fuck, it's so deep"

you know that you're close when you can feel your lower abdomen grows hot, wanting to release all of your cum into him. he's getting close too, with the way he can't even speak any coherent sentences and his eyes are rolled back "please cum inside me, shit.. i need you to cum deep inside of me" you slammed your cock inside him one last time, releasing your cum as he came right after

you let him down and clean yourself up and so does he "i really wish that you'd become my regular now. nobody ever fucks me that good" he said, pulling his pants up "hey, put your number in my phone. maybe we can meet up and fuck in my dorm later on" he continued, handing his phone to you.

you gave him your number and passed it back to him "thanks sweetheart" he replied, giving you a wink. you looked at your watch and realise it's quite late, your friends might be looking for you at this point. don't want to make them suspect anything, "i need to go now, it's great meeting you..." you told him, which he replied with a smile. as he turned around to walk away, you suddenly remembered something and grabbed his arm. surprised, he looks at you and smiled "oh! are you not satisfied with one round?" he teased you before you quickly shoved the cigarettes pack into his hand "here, as we promise" you told him before walking away, leaving him standing there

he watched as you walked away, wanting to pull on your arm and tell you to stay. but he can't, he shouldn't do it. maybe he'll contact you again soon, he's taken a liking to you now ♡

a/n: this shit is inspired by a doujin i've seen lol

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things to do with your s/o in honour of valentine’s day (or: things to script if your s/o is currently trapped in the fabric of space-time like a 1940s soldier in a locket)

kiss in every doorway you walk through. just because.

link pinkies instead of holding hands sometimes. just to keep things interesting.

make up a new anniversary. valentine’s day is amateur hour. find a random date and assign it significance. the day you first locked eyes across a crowded room? the day you both almost got hit by a taxi? make up a fake, elaborate backstory if needed. insist it’s the most important date of the year.

bite their sleeve when your hands are full. bonus points if you make eye contact while doing it.

wear something of theirs. a jacket, a sweater, a ring. something that smells like them, something that makes you feel like you belong to each other.

drag them into a photo booth. don’t give them time to think, just pull them in. later, hide a copy of it in their bag. or tape it to their mirror. or slide it into a book they’re reading. let them find it when they least expect it.

learn an entire obscure skill together. forging documents, deciphering ciphers, folding napkins into extravagant birds. something wholly unnecessary but deeply specific. nothing says ‘i love you’ like a hyperfixation you can share.

love each other like you are the last two people on earth who understand what love is. (because maybe you are.)

make them breakfast. not just toast. i mean ridiculous breakfast. pancakes with their initial spelled in syrup, eggs made exactly how they like them, fresh fruit cut into hearts if you’re feeling insane.

go to a bookstore and pick something for each other. something you think they’d love, or something that reminds you of them, or something with a title so absurd it makes you both laugh in the middle of the aisle.

write each other love letters. not texts, not dms. actual letters. fold them up, pass them under the table, seal them with lipstick like a 1950s socialite sending a telegram to her lover overseas.

slow dance in the living room. play something old, something scratchy and filled with longing. press your face into their shoulder. sway like you have all the time in the world.

light candles at dinner, even if you’re just eating pizza. especially if you’re just eating pizza.

draw on each other’s skin. little hearts on their hands. initials on their wrist. a whole mural on their arm if they’ll sit still long enough.

fall asleep on each other. on the couch, in the car, heads leaning together like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

go to a museum and act like the most insufferable art critics alive. invent elaborate meanings behind paintings. whisper things like ‘this piece destroyed me’ in front of tourists.

go somewhere haunted. make up an elaborate backstory for a ghost that definitely does not exist. demand the ghost give you relationship advice.

say ‘i love you’ in new ways. in a different language. in a ridiculous accent. spelled out in alphabet soup. traced onto their back with your finger.

leave them a note somewhere stupid. in their coat pocket, under their pillow, inside the fridge next to the soy milk. something simple. something damning. ("thinking about you." "you are so loved." "i win.")

trace hearts on their arm when they’re talking. act like you’re not doing it.

buy a cheap little ring and put it on their finger like it’s a royal coronation. it could be plastic. it could be candy. what matters is the ceremony of it all.

wear their favourite colour. don’t say anything about it. just let them notice.

[bluetimeombre]

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[people actually liked it!!! and i loved it so here's more. p.s, i love tom blyth ever since i watched ballad of songbirds and snakes (four times in cinema) and i've loved timothee from the beginning and that's something nobody can take away from me!!!! also, i have nothing against kylie, i do not keep up with the kardashians so i can't say anything, but let's just imagine....]

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tomblyth: hermes camp!

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you are calling... 'timothee chalamet'

you: timmy help me i'm so lost and my phone is on 2%

timothee *laughing*: what do you mean? where are you?

you: i have literally no idea, i went to get breakfast

timothee: whaaaat, i went to get us breakfast

you *walking around london looking very lost* well you didn't tell me that

timothee *smiling fondly at you, but you couldn't see as you were looking around the streets* i did, i told you last night i'd get you your favourite

you: there was nobody in the hotel and i didn't know what to do. timothee please tell me you have a portable charger

timothee: i have a spare one for you

you: thank you! you're a star- omg i almost got hit my a black cab

timothee: hey, where are you?

you: i don't know, i think i've gone in a massive circle. should i get a taxi back to the hotel?

timothee *who had gotten excited to see you*: no! no-urm- oh hey, wait a minute hold on

you: my phone is on 2% please! *but you hold on, watching- or more so listening- as timothee greets what you assume was a fan, he keeps his phone on, and you're smiling at the screen (and pulling the occasional face) whilst you wait. he quickly hugs the fan and pulls his phone back out to talk to you* mr hollywood!

timothee: shut up, ok where are you?

you: i think i'm like *you look around you, missing timothee grabbing a quick screenshot of your facetime* i'm by _______

timothee: ok, i know where that is, or i think i do. wait there, i'll come to you

you: oh! there's a cafe, i'll get a coffee

timothee: i've got you one here!

you: i can drink two, i promise

you put the phone down, wanting to keep whatever battery you had and ordered yourself a coffee, taking a seat by the window. you were just lucky you had your journal to keep you satisfy while you wait for timothee to somehow find you.

(little did you know he was literally jogging to meet you in the cafe with a dying phone.)

you were half way through your coffee when the bell above the door rang and he walked in. you hadn't realised, leaning over the journal and scribbling away.

timothee noticed you- it was a relatively small cafe for london. he snapped a shot of you before quietly coming up behind you. he took his cap off, throwing it on your hair.

'you could've been anyone!' you say, closing your journal and turning to him.

'morning!' he grinned taking the seat across from you and shuffling in. 'how did you get lost?'

'there was nobody in the hotel and they said you'd gone out ten minutes ago, i didn't know you could get so far in ten minutes!'

timothee slid a bag over to you. 'i got your favourites.'

you had no idea how to act around timothee. working with him was fun, easy, you guys get along great. but after filming and after you'd been on another set and done separate things, it felt different. you guys weren't in your own little worlds anymore. you were with tom blyth and he was perfect, and then timothee would do small things, give you his jumper or his cap or pick up things he specifically knew you liked. but he had a girlfriend, he had kylie jenner! there was no way he was doing this in hopes of gaining your attention. maybe it was just how he was with friends.

'you didn't have to do that,' you said, taking off his hat and putting it between you two.

he shrugged, leaning over again. 'what? c'mon, course i did. it's a big day.'

it was premier day. wonka was premiering in london. this was your third premier, but was sure to be one of the biggest.

timothee grinned at you, watching your lips quip up. he pulled out a portable charger from his pocket, offering it to you. truth is, five minutes ago he didn't have one but when you told him you needed one, on the way to meet you he grabbed one.

suddenly, the barista approached your table and you grabbed the bag, thinking she was going to tell you guys off for bringing in food and drinks from somewhere else.

'I'm so sorry, i'm a big fan,' she said.

you laugh, throwing him his hat as he blushed madly at being caught. 'i told you! you can't go anywhere!'

timothee greeted the fan warmly before also introducing you. then, she recognised you too. it was still new to you, being known and people asking for pictures or something to be signed, but you were more than happy to oblige.

and the pictures came out. a few of the two of you with fans and in some, maybe a lot, maybe even most, timothee was looking over at you.

user1: GUYS I LITERALY MET tchalamet AND yourusername THEY WERE SO SWEET AND LOVLEY

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user: OMG LUCKY

user: were they on a date???

user1: noooo, i think they were just meeting up

user: they always look so good

user: imagine just going to work and meeting THEM

user1: they were so cute, timothee literally brought her breakfast, saying he got her favourites which means he knows her favourites, like that's goals right there!

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tchalamet: WONKA IN LONDON!

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user: style icon!!

user: does he realise there's other people but yourusername in the movie?

user: OMG I SAW YOU TONIGHT

user: can't believe i missed it!!

user: the last picture !!!!

user: WHY IS NOBDOY TALKING ABOUT THE LAST PICTURE???!!! THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT HER

user: yourusername is stronger than me, if timothee looked at me like that i would melt

tomholland2013: looking good mate, can't wait to see the film!

tchalamet: thank you brother, lunch soon 🙏🙏

user: tomholland2013, ariana, what are you doing here

user: he put a whole post up just for her

user: I WANT YOU SO BAD

user: her dress, stunning!!!!

user: he's literally so in love with her

user: ARE THEY DATING?

user: he's with kylie!!!

user: apparently she was there last night

user: she's stronger than me, i would not let my man look at another woman like that

user: is ship it

user: is this movie a god damn musical?

user: how can she be with tom one minute then timothee the next

user: EVERYONE PLS THEY'RE LITERALY FRIENDS, TIMOTHEE MAKES FRIENDS WITH ALL HIS CO-STARS

user: friends do not look at each other like THAT

user: they'd literaly be the hottest couple in hollywood

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user: SHE'S SO FUNNY WHAT

user: GORGEOUS

user: OMG

user: 🔥🔥🔥

user: the last picture is my new screen saver thank you

user: HOW DOES SHE GET THAT CLOSE TO TIMOTHEE

user: HAWT

rachelzegler: the prettiest girl ever

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user: first tom, now timothee, next she'll get harry

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user: timmy is literaly in love with you

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'Timothee Chalamet!' he had been yelled at all night, by fans, by press, by anyone and everyone. he'd already posed for cast pictures, getting in a huge line, holding onto each other and taking the pictures.

so what if he had reached across the director, paul king's, back to hold onto your arm. and surely nobody would notice if he looked over to gage your reaction and see you smile at him. it wasn't like there were hundreds of camera's around him snapping a shot of every moment.

he headed over to the woman who had called his name, pausing by the barrier to say hello. 'yes ma'am.'

'woah, don't you look amazing, as always. first of, who are you wearing tonight, you know i got to ask!' she said.

'this is my man tom, tom ford,' he answered, laughing awkwardly at the end. 'i almost went gucci- it was almost gucci, but i couldn't do that to harry.'

'you look good either way, have you had much time with your co-stars so far tonight?'

'yea i mean, i've seen hugh, spent some time with keegan, love to see the man. we all got some photos-'

his attention and the press's attention is distracted when you stroll up to answer some questions not far from him, close enough to see how radiant you look close up. his lips turned into a smile, his arm hovering somewhere between a wave and a nudge to try to get your attenstion.

'oh woah,' might have slipped past his lips as the press held the microphone up to his lips.

'doesn't she just look fantastic?' she asked.

'hell yea!' timothee smiled, focusing back on the interview, 'always.'

'now i know you got to go soon, so just one final question, would you like a bit of chocolate?'

his face lit up. 'chocolate, oh my god i would love some, thank you. can i take two?' he asked, knowing what he'd do with the other. he was offered two little chocolates and quickly said goodbye. instead of heading into the theatre, he headed for you.

as you were chatting with the press, he didn't want to interrupt. instead, he slipped by, gently touching your arm and reaching over to whisper: 'i'll wait for you,'. but your camera caught your blush and the way you couldn't answer properly after that.

once you were done with your questions, timothee was still there waiting for you. he hugged you immediately, rubbing your arms as goosebumps rose on them. of course he'd think it's from the winter evening, when it had everything to do with him.

'you look amazing, timothee!' you gush, pulling back.

'me? look at you, you're so beautiful!' he said, keeping a hold on your arm.

'oh shut up.'

the camera's flashes were brighter, bigger and the shouts increased as they caught pictures of the two of you. but neither of you would stop for pictures, heading into the cinema.

'here.' he gave you the other little chocolate and the two of you un-wrapped them, popping them into your mouths. 'at least you didn't get lost this time.,' he joked.

you rolled your eyes.

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user: omg it's happening, it's happening

user: AHHHHHHHHHH

user: mom and dad just hard launched their relationship

user: rue, when was this?!

user: a couple days ago, after the wonka press tour and the premiers, they were seen at dinner together and making out!

user: i'm so happy

user: real life lucy-grey and coryo

user: FINALY OMG

user: what about timmy :((((( he's so in love with her

user: he has a gf

user: i feel bad for timmy

user: THE THIRD PICTURE HELLO? WHY DOES MY MAN KISS LIKE HE'S STARVING

user: he only kisses her like that

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yourusername: i love british boys (i'm literally just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her)

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user: hard launch who?

user: they're so cute i can't

user: the caption, so real

user: omg it's so funny, do you think hugh has seen this?

user: she's back in london!!!

user: i love them please they're so cute

tomblyth: and i'm literally going to run into your press conference and ask you to be with me forever

yourusername: i'm sitting right next to you, clearly you're running nowhere

user: STOP they're so cute

user: i miss her and timmy!

user: notting hill!! she knows taste

user: i want her and timmy together

user: tom and her were made for each other, like have you seen their interviews

user: funny how timothee doesn't like pictures when it's featuring tom but he'll literally like all of her other pictures

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tchalamet: thank you london! and thank you for making me a (honorary) british boy!

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user: you were amazing in wonka!!

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user: i have the wonka soundtrack stuck in my head

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[cutehoons02]

PRINCESS YOU ARE MINE

* pairing: Heeseung x reader (grumpy x sunshine) (she fell first he fell harder)

* tags: fluffy,kiss,a little smut,misunderstandings

* synopsis: Heeseung couldn’t fall in love with her stylist and her stylist couldn’t fall in love with an idol but the heart doesn’t rule

* word count: 2k (Tell me if you like this kind of stories:)

© cutehoons02 all rights reserved 2024.

(English is not my native language)

Thunder rumbled through the apartment you shared with your college friends in Seoul and before you could close the windows a heavy rain came across Seoul you knew it was time to go to bed, and that your boyfriend, you could call a boyfriend a guy with whom you made a lot of video calls after his concerts, with whom you shared a good hot plate of ramen in the restaurant near Han riven, you wore secretly his sweatshirts at work with still imprinted his strong smell of freshly made laundry but with a note of spices; he would not show up at your house. Yes, you could define the word "boyfriend" but Heeseung had never called you his "girlfriend", and then with the life of Idol you were terrified that this was for Heeseung only a small infatuation with the shy stylist of Enhypen.

The flight from Japan had been delayed by the heavy thunderstorm that hit Korea in those days and Heeseung was eager to escape from that plane and sink into the hot blankets of Y/n which tasted like cinnamon and vanilla, the leader of the Enhypen laughed at seeing the older member so madly leaving the airport and Heeseung gave him a mean look <<You know i’m happy to see you finally in love with someone makes come out in you a Heeseung that i had never seen in my life, you look just like a baby deer just came out of the Disney when you talk or see Y/n, but try to pretend you care about the fans outside!">> "stop Jungwon, i’m not in love with Y/n. We’re just two people who like to spend time together when we are not busy between trips, concerts, events, or shooting." <<At my house this behavior is called "friendship" but we all know that you are not only friends, if one of the other members tried to hit on her you would explode with jealousy or if one of the other dancers who accompany us during the tours ask her out what would you do? And by the way, you deceived yourself because you said that you are not friends but two people who spend time together..>> Heeseung hated when his smaller members made him see the reality of things, and one in particular was Jungwon; many underestimated their friendship because they expected to see him as the leader of the group but he and Jungwon had developed a strong bond over time that was the first to notice Heeseung’s strong interest in Y/n.

Heeseung had just gotten out of the taxi and little drops of rain fell in his hair with a loud puff. It looked like it was almost one o'clock at night. Maybe it was late enough to play at Y/n’s apartment so he decided to throw some small stones in the window of Y/n looking out onto the street, was at the fifth pebble that he threw and was getting a little too wet for his taste until he saw the curly hair and the head of Y/ n sticking out of the window. He walked into the foyer of the apartment and to her great astonishment saw Y/n dressed in a jacket, with jeans a little soaked, and with hair a bit swollen because of the humidity.

<<Angel, what are you doing up at this hour? Don’t tell me you were waiting for your favorite member of the Enhypen like a princess waiting for her prince because we all know i can’t act like a prince when you’re around.>> A small laugh came out of the mouth of Y/n and showed Heeseung that he had in hand a small bag from the pharmacy. "Heeseung if i expected you as a prince at this time i would still be full of pain because of the menstruation, i'm awake because even with bad weather i went to get some medicines that ended up alleviating the pain in my stomach cramps, but you princes can’t understand the suffering we have in the early days and i wasn’t waiting for you, i have more to do than wait for an idol to come and visit me when he’s free" He didn't expect this statement because between the two was the one who preferred to listen and you were never angry with him so a little surprised, and maybe they were true all those times that he heard the other members say their sisters were hyenas while they had the red period.

The thunder was rumbling through the kitchen where Y/n was preparing a good hot tea for both her and Heeseung, she would never have expected to see him outside after a trip of almost 10 days in Japan, was grateful not to have gone with them because she was seriously tired after all the trips they had made during the summer and sometimes she even preferred to break away from Enhypen especially from Heeseung to go and be a stylist in other Hybe groups. Heard the steps of Heeseung entering the kitchen with dry hair and a little uncomplicated because of the hairdryer, With an oversized t-shirt and grey track pants that wrapped her nice long legs and not to mention her b side but Y/n turned around and went back to sip his tea and take his medicine. The kitchen in his apartment looked much smaller and warmer with Heeseung in front of him but he didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the little feelings he had for the boy who had his eyes like a deer.

Heeseung was eager to feel the touch Y/ n and at the same time saw how much force of will tried to make the girl with curly hair/wavy in front of him, so without thinking a moment took Y/n by the hand and brought her into his room and if he put it on his legs, the warm bed and the little cinnamon candle was the bridge between their world and the storm that was outside. <<Tell me what you want from me, i just came back from a hellish trip and every hour that i spent on the plane to get to Seoul I sang silently of happiness to see you but now i found you here with this look that you would want to kill me with your hands.>> Y/n felt pathetic because every time she saw Heeseung she needed to see him for a second, breathe his pungent scent that came from her skin, or even worse be drugged by his touch and his voice. "In these ten days you’ve been away I wouldn’t have expected to miss you, at first i thought you were only good at flirting with everyone especially me but then you showed up in my house with ramen to share, and for my bad luck after you started kissing me before a show with the fear and the thrill that they would find us; besides, you’re cruel because if they found out you wouldn’t have any repercussions because you are Lee Heeseung instead of any stylist who can fire at any moment."

Heeseung looked bad and a slight smirk formed in his lips <<Well if you were afraid that they would discover it was enough to tell me that you did not want to kiss me or could use these beautiful hands to push me away, but your problem is that you seem so good and sweet girl with everyone who loves having my dirty marks under your skirt or near your breast. Don’t pretend to be innocent with me because we both know you love the adrenaline that goes up while i kiss you with the people waiting to send you inside another member to change so they can show up in time to sing a new song.>>

Heeseung’s long fingers made their way under your sweatshirt and little chills hit your body <<No other boy can make you experience this princess, remember only i can hold you in my arms, at the same time adore you and give you what your body needs.>> one hand slid into your life and the other began to tease your right breast and a moan came out of your lips, you were seriously in need of more so he brushed you a little further down until you felt his length pressed between your legs. <<Princess fuck your breasts are so hard and firm that i’m afraid to hurt you but i can’t stop myself, tell me if you want it to continue>> Heeseung moved his hand from your waist to pull back some curly/waves that fell in your forehead to your ear and finally Heeseung felt your lips after more than 10 days in her ears, and to tease him you kissed him slowly and slowly bit his lower lip to hear him moaning. You wanted to be in control of the situation but by your misfortune you needed his touch so much and knew he couldn’t give you all himself, so Heeseung turned the situation around and put you between your pillows <<Where is the shy girl i met at work who tries so hard not to be seen watching me dance and sing, stop thinking you’re gonna control the situation, you only needed my fingers on your body to get you shivers who knows how you’ll react to all the things i’ll do to you when you don’t have your period, princess!>> You felt take off your pajamas and Heeseung looked at you with a look that you had never seen on his face, was adoration of your body but at the same time hunger, and surely you were not ready to know all the dirty visions he had of you. <<Tell me what you want or i can stay watching you all night long" you needed her lips from all over your body and pulled her fluffy hair to your thighs but she stopped to look at you with a grin.>> "Stop being a jerk like Hee, i need you to kiss me for everything and we know that even you can’t take my eyes off me" Little kisses mixed with bites made their way between your thighs and with great pleasure you heard the boy moaning with deer eyes while you pulled his black locks to limit your groans. <<Groan for me princess, make everyone feel who can only make you react with only me kissing you and leaving bites in your thighs>> Groans came out of your mouth until you felt the weight of Hee’s body in front of you and bent down to kiss your lips, He brought your body over his chest and little kisses made their way between your head and your head <<What goes in your tiny head Y/n, i see your gears spinning very strong right now!>> You took her glue as an antistress and a little grumble formed in Heeseung’s smile "What are we? in the sense that you say i'm yours, but what are you to me Hee, for me certainly you are not a friend and we are not even two people who find themselves spending time together because these things are done by friends” you lifted from his chest and his big arms strapped your hips <<Did you and Jungwon agree to drive me crazy today>> You watched him laughing and he stood to kiss your forehead <<I was yours from the first moment i saw you Y/n>>.

[nicherayyy]

Giorno Giovanna with Sibling!Reader hcs

Attention: you may see some spoilers to Golden Wind, so if you're still in process of watching anime/reading manga I advice you to return here after you're finished

A/N: starting to take requests again, so if you have any other ideas don't be shy and hit that ask button!

Let me say it, you and Giorno are inseparable since childhood

I mean, with how abusive your childhood was, you alway tried to look out for each other

At least you had each other in all this mess

But of course, everything changed after you've encountered that strange man

Giorno and you didn't even understand what happened before you were under protection of the mafia

The kids that were bullying you suddenly became nice

Your stepfather stopped hitting you

And life suddenly was.. not that bad

That's when you two realised who you helped that day

And since then Giorno knew who he wanted to be

And you happily followed him

But it more looked liked:

"let's join the mafia"

" ..yeah sure why not"

And then both of your hair colours suddenly changed

That was the moment when you discovered your abilities as a hairdresser

Because what can be better than sibling bonding through braiding your brother's hair?

You looked through a lot, and I mean A LOT tutorials to make Giorno's hair presentable

And he's really grateful for that

"Are you done?"

"Stop moving your head or I'll take those scissors and chop your hair off"

Then you started to scam tourists at the airport

It's such a funny concept actually, two 15 year olds scamming people as a taxi drivers

Well, Giorno is the one who drives

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

*Giorno, having his Formula 1 moment* "Absolutely"

And well, you trust your brother with your life

But still, you hold onto that seatbelt for your dear life

"I lived a pretty good life"

"Shut it"

And then there was Bruno

Not gonna lie, this guy kind of scared you

But hey, after a fight and some torn off limbs, everything turned out just fine

And then Polpo..

Remember the lighter?

The fire in it died down.. like the first hour

And it was kind of your fault

"Hold the lighter for a bit, I.. WAIT DON'T SNEEZE"

And again, everything worked out in the end

(You still got scolded by Giorno)

(And he forgave you almost instantly)

So yeah, that's how you got in the mafia at the ripe age of 15😀👍

And it turns out, Leone treats you slightly better than Giorno

Overall, the whole gang treats you well

And you even became good friends with Narancia

But the most important thing is, you're just glad to be there for your brother

Hashtag supportive sibling

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men with drunk reader part ll

You can find part l with Choso and Nanami here

Pairing: Geto x reader; Megumi x reader; Gojo x reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: harrassment in Geto's and Gojo's part, breakup in Megumi's part, HEAVY (and I mean it) mentions of smut in Gojo's part, I'm sorry if it's shitty As always, I apprechiate every little comment or reblog. Thank you my loves <3

Suguru Geto

You’ve had the greatest night since forever, celebrating your birthday with your closest friends.

“Okay, one last shot, come on!”

You give in to your classmate Kenzo who literally pushes you to the bar. To be honest, you are already full to the brim and it is definitely past midnight. But still, you let him grab your hand, dragging you behind him while he orders two shots of your favorite liqueur.

“To you, sweetie.”

In a normal state of mind, you’d probably immediately turn him down. Kenzo has been hunting after you since he first laid eyes on you, always trying to push forward a relationship. And while you do think he is a decent person, the spark simply never spread.

But tonight you had way too much drinks to bother about his wording. With a swift motion, you empty the shot glass with one gulp, smiling triumphantly at the man in front of you.

“Hey (y/n), we’ll leave now”, another friend of yours announces.

“Oh yeah, I’ll leave soon too”, you reply with a sly grin.

“You want us to wait for you? You really shouldn’t walk home alone anymore, (y/n)”, the concerned voice of your bestie shouts over the blasting music.

“Nah don’t worry, I’ll go to the toilet now and then call a taxi.”

“Fine. Take care of yourself and make sure you go home alone”

She embraces you in a tight hug. With one last glance at Kenzo she and the others leave.

Suddenly everything seems to be too much for your overstimulated brain. The loud music, the constant glimmering of lights, the sweaty people surrounding you and especially the alcohol that makes you feel dizzy and a little unwell. Yes, it really is time to go.

“I’m gonna pee an’ leave”, you mutter into Kenzo’s ear before turning on your heels and walking towards the toilets.

Damn, you’re really not feeling well anymore. That last shot was definitely too much, you can’t even walk a straight line, even pulling down your panties seems like an impossible act at this point. A glance into the mirror reveals your pale face and sunken eyes. Yeah, you should call it a day. Let’s just get this over with and call a taxi.

You make your way back to the bar, back where you’ve seen Kenzo the last time. Even though you have absolutely no nerve to talk to him right now, you force your way through the crowd of people.

“Will leave now. See ya.”

Without waiting for his reply, you push through the crowd of people to the exit, wobbly legs barely able to even stand on your high heels any longer.

The fresh air of the night hits you like a wall, almost making you throw up. Fuck, you feel like shit. You’ll definitely regret drinking that much in the morning.

“Hopefully I don’ have to puke…”, you mumble to yourself.

While holding onto a tree for support, you kick off your shoes, almost falling into a nearby bush when picking them up.

“Much better…”

The streets are lonely, almost therapeutic at this point. Maybe you don’t even have to call a taxi. After all, you’re only living a few blocks away from here. This shouldn’t be a problem, right?

“Hey, (y/n)!”

Urgh, that voice. That all too familiar voice you really don’t wanna hear anymore tonight.

“What’s up, Kenzo?”

“I can’t believe you’d leave without me!”

You blink at him, face showing absolutely no emotion while you desperately try to not vomit all over him. What’s up with that pick-me guy?

“Told ya I’m goin’ home now.”

He takes a few steps towards you, eyes darkening. Oh no. No, no, no. Even though you’re definitely very very drunk, this gives you chills. This can’t be a good sign. God, please just let him pull some dirt out of your hair, please let him-

“There’s something I wanted to talk about with you for a while now, (y/n).”

Geto didn’t mean to spy on the conversation that lays itself out just a few meters away from him, but he can’t help himself. The two of you probably left the nearby club while he gets home after exorcising some curses. Well, lives can be so different.

“Oh please don’t”, a female voice replies.

He has to squint his eyes in order to see who’s talking. A quite tall man who positioned himself in front a woman. She doesn’t seem too eager to be this close to him, though. Should he help you? No, he shouldn’t interfere.

“Just one kiss. Just one kiss and you’ll see that you like me too.”

The man grabs her shoulders violently, forcing himself onto you.

Geto should just keep going-

“Let me go!”, you scream out, your weak attempts to push him away failing miserably.

He can’t. With rapid steps he walks towards you both, pushing the man so hard that he stumbles backwards.

“I think the lady said no”, Geto notes calmly, positioning himself in front of you.

All you can do is stare at the scene with glossy eyes. Fuck, is it your fault that it came this far? Of course you always knew that Kenzo has feelings for you. You just never thought that he’d…force himrself onto you like that. But far more important is the man that came to save you, that man with his black hair in a neat bun wearing a black uniform. That man that looks so striking that you can’t take your eyes off him.

Who is he?

“This is none of your business!”, Kenzo barks at him.

“You might be right, but I can’t let you force yourself onto her, can I? Now please lower your fists and go home.”

He’s talking so friendly, his voice so soft and melodic that you just have to listen to him. You hold your breath, watching Kenzo’s every move.

“Please just leave, Kenzo. I told ya over and over I don’t wanna be with you”, you mumble.

“Get out of the way!”

It happens faster than you are able to even think. Kenzo lunges himself at the stranger, fists flying through the air. It only takes him one swift motion of his arm to knock Kenzo off his feet, landing in the grass butt first. His other hand is firmly pressed against your shoulder, keeping you at distance to the scene that folds itself out in front of you.  

You have to blink a few times, mind still trying to process what just happened. Kenzo wanted to force himself onto you. That man, that absolutely breathtaking handsome man saved you with just one motion.

“Are you alright?”, the stranger asks in your direction, smiling at you so charming that you forget to properly breathe for a moment.

“Y-yeah…”, you stutter.

“We’ll talk about this when I see you again, (y/n). I won’t forget that”, Kenzo coughs out while lifting himself up.

“We sure will man”, you bark at him.

With one last glance at you, he turns around and stumbles away into the darkness of the night.

“I hope I didn’t scare you too much, I just couldn’t watch this. Are you really fine? You look a little pale to me”, the stranger speaks directed towards you.

The second he turns around to fully face you you are lost. He is much taller than you, huge frame lingering over you like a shadow. Despite his hair being in a neat bun, one single strand of hair frames his delicate features so perfectly that you can’t look away. And that smile…

You are mesmerized.

“Can you hear me? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You vehemently shake yourself out of your daydreaming.

“Nah, I’m alright.”

“Maybe a little drunk”, the stranger comments with a grin.

“Yeah, that’s for sure”, you mumble, a small smile creeping up your face.

“Are you living far away from here? I’m not comfortable with letting you walk around this late at night all one.”

“It’s a nice lil walk. But if you want to keep me company I wouldn’t be mad. Who are you?”

“My name is Suguru Geto. What’s your name?”

“Huh, what a nice name for a nice man…”, you spit out.

Fuck. Why are you always talking so openly when being drunk? This is definitely not the right time to get saved by a handsome guy.

Suddenly he begins to laugh at your comment, scratching the back of his head with a little blush creeping up his delicate cheeks.

“Don’t flatter me. Let’s get going, shall we?”

“Yeah…”

Even though you carry your heels in your hands, walking seems like an impossible mission this late at night after drinking so much. Your eyes focus on the pavement as hard as they can, mind telling your unruly feet what to do.

“Let me hold these for you.”

Gently, he takes your heels and carries them for you. Oh my, why does he have to be such a gentleman? A striking beautiful man with a character of gold is definitely stuff where dreams are made of.

“Why where you out there this late at night?”, you ask through the silence of the quiet streets around you.

“I just came back from work”, he replies.

“Oh, that’s rough buddy.”

Where the hell is he working this late at night with a fine uniform like the one he’s wearing? Definitely somewhere important.

“God, I love guys in uniform…”, you mumble more to yourself.

But of course he heard you, heart almost beating out of his chest by the way you gaze up at him. Despite you’ve probably been up all night long and what you had to endure that evening, you still look breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Who was that man? Did you know him?”

It’s not wise to get lost in your appearance. After all, he saved you from being harassed. Doing the same thing isn’t appropriate at all.

“Yeah, that’s Kenzo. He has a crush on me since a few years now. Guess he saw a chance because I’m drunk…”, you explain briefly, rolling your eyes just thinking about that jerk.

You’ll definitely confront him and then never talk to him again. What a creep.

Before you’re able to properly understand what’s going on you begin to fall over a breach.

Just a second before you hit the ground full force, a pair of strong arms catches you mid-air.

“Hey, are you alright? Don’t worry, I’ve got you”, Suguru notes, his hands holding you in place.

You don’t know what to do, eyes completely lost in his brown orbs that look down at you gently. His arms feel muscular against your back, making your breath hitch. God, how is this man so attractive? And why on earth is he so kind to an idiot like you? Your hands hold onto his broad shoulders tightly, not daring to let go. It feels as if he light a firework inside you you didn’t even know existed.

Is this the alcohol? No, definitely not.

“I will get you back on your feet now, okay?”, he breathes out while Suguru’s very own knees go weak by the way you gaze up at him.

You continue to walk in silence, both minds racing and hearts pounding out of your chests.

“Here I am…”, you finally mutter.

“You didn’t even tell me your name yet”, Suguru speaks out, kind eyes fixated on yours.

“If you want to see me again, find out and meet me…”, you purr, amazed by your own courage.

“Fine, I will. Have a good night. And don’t meet up with that guy again”, Suguru replies, pulling you into a short hug that leaves you absolutely speechless.

God, please let this man find you when you’re sober.

Please.

Megumi Fushiguro

He lays his eyes on you the whole time. The way you just sit in the corner of the room, staring into the cup in front of you with empty eyes. While Megumi isn’t the type to party himself, you were always outgoing, confident, everyone’s sweetheart at every event. Seeing you like this at a birthday party doesn’t match this at all.

Why does he bother, though? He never failed to tell you to slow down, after all. Wouldn’t it be strange if he suddenly approached you like that?

“Huh, looks like (y/n) isn’t feeling that well”, Yuji comments beside him.

“I thought so too…”

“She and her boyfriend just broke up. Now she’s sitting there after gulping down some drinks…”, Nobara explains.

Megumi’s heart skips a beat. The two of you broke up? He always hated that guy, the way he treated you like shit and even worse, made you feel like it too. You should be glad it’s over just like he is.

Stop. He shakes his head in disbelief over his own thoughts. Why would he even bother about your relationship? You are nothing more than friends, going to Jujutsu High and fighting together. It isn’t more than that…

Right?

“You should go talk to her, Fushiguro”, Yuji suggests suddenly, making Megumi almost lose his cool.

He, talking to you about your relationship?

“Why me, idiot?”, Megumi mumbles.

“Because you have the best connection with her. No go”, Nobara persists, shoving his body your direction.

No, there’s no way in hell he can have that talk with you. Maybe he’s spilling the beans, maybe you’ll think he’s a weirdo.

Or even worse. Maybe you’ll get the idea that he likes you more than a friend.

Mindlessly, Megumi grabs a cup from the table, pouring down whatever it contains. He has no other choice, though. You’re feeling miserable and he can’t see you like that.

“Hey, how are you doing?”, he greets you before sitting down next to you on the couch.

“Oh, ‘m fine…”, you mumble.

He can tell by the way you smell like a sake factory and your stumbled words that you’ve drank a lot tonight. Megumi swallows, slipping back and forth uncomfortably next to you.

“Actually no. He broke up with me, ‘Gumi…”

Tears swell up your eyes all over again. You shouldn’t be sitting here like a fool, all depressed over a boy who never really loved you. No, you shouldn’t drink so much that you might forget his name. It’s not about him, though. It’s about the way he made you feel like shit, as if you aren’t worth being loved by someone.

And maye…Maybe he’s right with that. Your relationship lasted only 4 months. Maybe it is your fault, after all. Maybe you aren’t someone to be loved.

“I’m sorry to hear that”, Megumi replies.

“Don’t be. The relationship was shit anyways. Just like him…”

Megumi furrows his brows, trying to understand what you mean.

“Then why are you sad?”

Urgh, you hate the way Megumi looks at you, it’s not hard to tell that he’s judging you behind those eyes.

“Never mind, I need fresh air…”, you mumble, standing up so suddenly that your head spins in confusion.

Fuck. Megumi curses himself for being so dumb. Why did he ask such a question? Why did he just let you go like that while he’s still standing there, looking after you like the idiot he is?

Instinctively, his hand grabs another cup before he begins to run after you.

You hate the way tears run down your cheeks all over again. Damn, drinking was definitely a bad idea. While you do feel even better after a few sips of sake normally, the alcohol seems to strengthen your sadness when you’re down already. Angrily, you wipe over your face, try to stop yourself from feeling this depressed over a damned boy.

Megumi’s heart shatters when seeing you outside, your tears glistening in the moonlight. He clenches his hands into fist. God, just thinking about that jerk…How could he hurt you like that?

“Hey”, he gently mutters, his hand brushing over your back.

“Get lost”, you mutter into your hands.

Why does Megumi have to be here right now? He has never seen you cry. No, not in a million years you would have cried in front of him. But at the moment, everything seems to be crashing down on you, life a pile of pain.

“I won’t”, he remarks.

“Maybe it’s because I’m drunk or maybe I’m just being sensitive right now but…Megumi, do you think I’m the problem?”

His fingers stop right in their tracks, eyes darted towards you in nothing but disbelief. Did you really just say that? Is this really how you feel about yourself?

“I don’t want something like that coming out of your mouth ever again, (y/n).”

Suddenly Megumi is so close to you that you can feel his breath brushing against your face, eyes only inches away from yours.

“This guy was a jerk, he never deserved you anyway. You could do so much better.”

With him. You could do so much better with him.

“I know, this isn't about me having feelings for him. But what if I’m the problem, Megumi? Maybe I’m just hard to love…”

Megumi himself doesn’t know what’s happening to him. Is it because he himself drank more than usual or is it because you are drunk? He can’t tell. But at the moment, all he is able to do is grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours.

He waited so long for this moment, even though he was never able to admit his feelings to you. But how is he supposed to keep his composure when you’re standing in front of him like that, tasting like mohito and tears you shouldn’t be crying out?

“You are definitely not hard to love. Believe me, I know it best”, he mumbles against your lips.

Your sharp and fast breath brushes against his opened lips, glossy eyes gazing up at him. Did Megumi really just kiss you? The Megumi Fushiguro who told you over and over how much he dislikes you? The Megumi Fushiguro who never really showed his feelings to anyone?

“Megumi”, you breathe out.

“Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I love you. I have loved you for a long time”, he mumbles.

“Finally!”, Nobara suddenly cries out.

Both of you break away from each other immediately, your face heated like fire.

“You see, Fushiguro? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“Can you just leave you idiots…”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“Tell me (y/n), is he a good kisser?”

“NOBARA!”

Satoru Gojo

You can’t help but admire your boyfriend on the dancefloor, his sunglasses reflecting the neon light so well. God, what a beautiful sight he is, how absolutely gorgeous.

“Enjoying the view babe?”, he shouts your direction.

His voice magically attracts you. Without thinking twice you make your way to him, arms wrapping themselves around his neck while you rub your butt against his crotch. The way his gaze lingers over your body makes shivers run down your spine, drunk mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be in.

“I’d rather enjoy you, babe”, you purr into his ear.

How is it that you have a few cocktails and start acting like a horny teenager? Satoru doesn’t mind, though. Quite the opposite, he loves it when your attention lays exclusively on him. In a crowd full of good-looking man, he is the only one you stare at shamelessly.

And he is the only one who’ll take you home tonight.

“I’ll grab a drink, don’t run away from me”, you seductively note, hands roaming around his broad chest before letting go.

“You’d have to stop me from following you instead, babe.”

With a last grin, you disappear in the crowd. Damn, how did he get so lucky? You’re the best thing that could have happened to him, a woman that turns heads on a regular basis. And you’re his. Exclusively his alone, the only man who gets the pleasure to see your striking body, the only one who’s allowed to hear your cute little moans.

“What is a cutie like you doing here on her own, huh?”, a black-haired guy next to you suddenly hushes into your ear, his breath of sake almost making you retch.

Ew, who is this guy and what the hell does he want from you? Even though you get it on from time to time, something about than man tells you that he’s off.

You are way too drunk and horny to deal with him right now.

“I’m not on my own, thank you”, you remark dryly, watching as the bartender mixes your swimming pool.

His body draws uncomfortably closer. So close that you can feel his disgusting body heat against yours.

“You sure about that? I’m not seeing any guy around here.”

Stay cool, he will leave when he finally gets that you don’t have interest. One last comment will be enough to get rid of him.

“That’s because you’re not looking close enough, asshole”, you bark back.

Faster that you are able to react he grabs your wrist, roughly forcing you to face him. Well, you definitely didn’t expect this. You dizzy mind races, trying to think about what to do next.

“Get your hands off me, idiot”, you shout at him, desperately trying to free yourself out of his iron grip.

“You’re a little drunk, huh? That blush on your cheeks, I can see you like that…”

You can feel his hand before he even speaks a word, his sheer presence making time stand still for a moment. This man will hope he never stepped into that bar tonight.

“You’re touching something that’s mine.”

His voice might sound calm to an unexperienced listener, but you know all too well that he’s cooking on the inside. If there’s something your boyfriend hates more than anything else it is men approaching, let alone touching you.

“Sorry, didn’t read your name on her”, the man replies with a sly grin.

Oh, wrong answer. Definitely wrong answer. Satoru’s grip around your waist tightens, pressing you even closer to himself.

“I won’t repeat myself. Get your dirty hands off her right now or you’ll regret it.”

But even though you kind of enjoy the way your boyfriend stands up for you, you’ve seen enough. It is time to take matters into your very own hands.

“Don’t worry babe. I’ve got this”, you mumble into your boyfriend’s ear.

Violence isn’t a solution. No, it would be a bad idea to slap him. After all, he isn’t worth getting entangled with the police or getting your knuckles bruised.

Fuck it.

With a swift motion of your fist, you knock the man in front of you off his feet, nose instantly bursting out in blood.

“Next time think carefully about who you’re harassing, asshole”, you spit at him, pressing your heel into his cheek before walking away with Satoru right by your side.

“Nice blow handsome”, he comments, guiding you out of the bar as if nothing happened.

“I’m kinda proud, didn’t thought I had this in me after four cocktails”, you reply with a satisfied grin.

The cool air outside caresses your heated face gently. To be honest, you have enough of partying. All you want to do is going home now. After all, you are still on a mission…

“Babe, are you okay with leaving?”, you question, wrapping your arms around his back.

“To do what?”, he teases you, placing his hands just a few inches over your butt.

You know exactly what he’s up to, that he wants to make you blush. But after a few drinks, you aren’t that reserved anymore.

“To get myself laid on your couch while moaning your name of course”, you response sweetly.

Fuck, Satoru can feel something twitch inside his pants, begging him to take you home right here on the spot. Desperately he wraps his arm around you, caressing your face with a bunch of kisses.

“You’re mine”, he breathes against your forehead, hands roaming all over your body.

“Yours alone”, you confirm.

“No matter who else wants you.”

“I only want you…”

“That’s what I wanna hear. Now let’s ride home, shall we?”

“How about me riding you in the car though?”

Satoru grabs your hands, hastily dragging you to his car.

“You don’t have to say that twice…”

[bloodyymaryyy]

Gossip girl xoxo

Part 4

Part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / masterlist

Warnings : mention of underage drinking but other than that don't know

((Side note : apparently you guys like the series so what you want you take my beautiful people! I love you guys! Anyway I saw what happened with lando and I had to make that in here! Also something is coming soon I don't know if you will like it but I will enjoy writing so 🤷‍♀️))

Texts with lando

You : hi lan!

Landinio : hey!

You: I heard that you are going to King's day tomorrow with Martin

Landinio : yeah I am what's up?

You : well I got invited for some reason too and wanted to know if you will go with martin or you could carpool with me! I have the lambo here!

Landinio : OH SHIT! I am texting with will rn to cancel on him! There is no way I am missing the lambo ride with you!

You: okay sweet just text me when are you meeting and here you are staying at to come get you because I am out rn. Ttyl x!

Landinio : oh 😏 with who?

You : none of your bizz bye!

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Texts between martin and lando

Lando : hey martin sorry to cancel last minute but y/n is coming and she has her lambo here and I won't find another chance to rice that thing so... Sorry again!

Will : oh it's nothing I understand I would too!

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After picking up lando from his hotel we headed out towards the boat that the party is held taking empty wide roads to really drive the thing, drifting and doing a few donuts in an empty parking lot just for the thrill of it but making sure to actually arrive in the boat party you both got out of the car talking and laughing entering and finding Martin by the dj booth.

Greetings were exchanged talking and laughing until the second round of drinks that started to kick in hopping around, dancing and sings to the rhythm being surrounded by the Dutch men.

You two weren't fazed by the phones recording your every move because you were having fun and a little tipsy, not that you would admit it both to anyone that in fact you were drunk continuing with the drinks and having fun and just as you were getting drinks you got elbowed in the face not really hard but enough to cause a little mountain the next hour not really noticeable.

Lando in the other hand just as you were nearing him again was hit or something because his nose was bleeding you drank both of them quickly and ran up to him while near you can see the bloody roll down in this lips and teeth he smiled at you teeth bloody, you started to laugh at the situation. Someone had a first aid kit and you cleaned the wound putting a plaster on the cut and a bandage wrapped around his head loosely because you were drunk it was going to be messy.

When you finished you started to laugh again at his stupid look he looked like a mummy but who cares? You two didn't nor did the men around you so you both continued dancing, bouncing, shouting lyrics and drinking again. You weren't piss drunk you could think and walk straight and so was lando, playing some songs with martin lando djing for a bit so will could take a break, talking to you laughing and gossiping about news lately and having fun and creating the mood for the actual club that Will, Lando and you will be going to after the pre party in the boat. You were sure you will regret going to another club but current you don't care about it, future you maybe.

You weren't a light weight by any means, starting drinking from a young age and in your teenage years going out drinking almost everyday drinking made it hard for you to get drunk so you were good by half of the actual party in the club but you wouldn't say lando was the same...

Cutting your night in the what you seen fit as to lando wouldn't start throwing up but you could see he was ready to do anyway calling a taxi and telling him the directions of your hotel so you won't drive while drunk.

Taking him by his bicep and wrapping one hand around his shoulder and the other in his arm you payed for the drinks you ordered and left, waiting for the taxi to arrive he was talking to you, whispered things, making sentences up that made no sense, talking gibberish almost falling in his face while you were laughing and loose the grip around him and quickly regaining strength keeping his upright the taxi finally arrived.

Getting him inside and going arout the car so you could take care of him he laid his head in your lap while you slowly and softly graced your hand through his brown curls and stroking his cheek softly while he closed his eyes smiled and opening one eye to look up at you periodically while you made small conversations with the driver which was a fan of the sport and you learned his daughter's favourite driver was you from a young age looking up at you and asking for a photo with you, he wanted a photo with lando but he was asleep so you decided against it, when you arrived you took his phone got a selfie with him and one alone from a high angle so he was visible but not his face just his hat and hoodie that he got out with, you paid the driver and slowly got out of the car and went around the car again opening the door taking his hand waking him up a little so he can get out but he feel asleep again on you as you closed the door.

You again wrapped a hand around him and holding his other firmly you opened the hotel door and getting inside the building, the receptionist was eyeing you but you didn't care you were determined to get him safe and tugged in, heading in the elevator you waited for the doors to close and pressing the button of your level.looking at the mirror you see on your dress a bit of blood from lando's nose you looked a bit disheveled with your eye sparkly eyeshadow somehow under your eye, the lipstick long gone now in its place your lip pencil a bit smeared around the corners of your mouth, in your forehead a little knob and in lando having his head buried in your neck seamingly asleep by his slow rhythmed breathing that was hitting your neck practically hugging you, the elevator pinged letting you know that you got to your floor you started trying to wake him up to stop hugging you but he didn't budged you decide to just carry him to your door which was easier taking out your card key which luckily you took out of your wallet in the taxi and opened the door.

Upon entering you left him to the bed trying once again to gently wake him up so he could change, you left the club at 4 :30 and now you read the clock it said 5 : 30 so you did all of this in an hour and in heels... He is gonna pay fro this but for now you laid a hoodie that you had oversized and long shorts again oversized that you knew that would fit you took your pj's and headed to the bathroom, you washed your face to get rid of the make up and changed out of the dress and heels.

Going again the the bed you saw lando's clothes messily tossed around the side of the bed he was occupying and in your clothes, the hoodie was one of your merch with a red bull logo in the back and you are not gonna tell that to him, wanting him to walk out with it, he was lying in your bed the covers covering most of him but his back and head out you took a picture and tugged him in and walking to your side of the bed pulling up the covers and getting in falling asleep almost instantly, felling a pair of hands wrapping around you and a head to your neck going closer to lando cuddling up on you and falling asleep peacefully

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Waking up in the morning was a struggle, you wouldn't say it was really a morning but evening waking up at 1pm by calls on your phone. Lando still asleep but starting to stir awake too by the annoying ringing of your phone you took your phone from the night stand you answered the phone without looking who it was

It was max

( the convo went like this)

Red : max / pink : y/n

Y/n? Why aren't you answering my calls? I have been calling you non stop from the morning where are you?

Max lower your voice... I have been sleeping what do you want? I am in my hotel room rn sleeping

Why are you still sleeping? What time did you leave the club last night?

4:30

Why? How did you get to the hotel?

Omg max can you interrogate me later? Let me sleep man...( a raspy voice could be heard in the background : stop talkinggg and then a sigh) shut up. Anyway I will call you back lat-

No! No don't fucking hang up! Are you with someone I heard a man! Who is he?!

Omg max! It's lando what do you want? I will talk to you later good bye!

I said and hand up the call not waiting for max to reply and rolled over now cuddling lando and falling asleep again for a few minutes then waking up by lando leaving the bed.

After he got a shower he came back and by then I dressed up to get food because I was starving waiting for lando you go together. We did you got a few pictures with fan and got food.

After that you called max and explained everything at some point max came with us to a few stored and hung out together and took max's plane and went to Monaco each to their own homes.

That's it thank you! ( not the end of the series tho)

[kayleeeknee]

"Have we met before?'

Author's note 1: omg it's been a while I'm in love with him again specially after we saw his bg🌸🎀

Author's note 2: need him in a suit after the latest chapter 🌸🎀

Wooin Yu x FEM Reader

Reqs are still open

Part 1

Waking up you internally noted frick as you see the time on your phone. It's still early as it is Saturday you lazily went to the kitchen and made breakfast for yourself. Today's the day your going to suffer packing up things you'll need papers, clipboard, pens you name it and put it in a backpack.

Walking outside the morning light hits you,

making you squint a little. Walking to the nearest taxi to go to the location sent to you by wooin. By the looks of the location it was a bit suspicious but hey money is money you thought to yourself while showing the driver where.

A little look of concern was given to you by the taxi driver when you arrived at your destination even giving you a "stay safe" before you left. Honestly it was not that bad, sighing in relief you went in the alleyway until you stumbled into what you assume is where the crew gadders. Wooin already gave you the spare key, opening the door you were a bit shock.

It was actually not that bad sure there are some misplaced things everywhere but you can work with this. Placing your backpack on one of the chairs your soul almost left your body when you heard the front door opens. Turning your head it was just....

WOOIN???

"Phew you scared the shit out of me" you huffed. "The others will be here soon don't be nervous I assure you they don't bite....I think?" he chuckled. "What do you mean I think!?—".

CLICK

Looking towards the door a second time, you see a tall — no no a giant guy!? just entering with a small puppy he has bluish hair. "W-Wooin? Who is that..." You whispered not too sound offensive. "You should look at your face it's very pale" he snickers. " Who is this...?" The guy asked Wooin.

"Okay Okay all jokes aside she's the girl I was talking about" he answered. "Nice to meet you ermm....?" "Joker" he doesn't seem like the type to talk you mentally noted.

"I thought she was just one of the many girls you pleasure yourself with" Joker mumbled. A pang of jealousy hits you many girls? "I feel offended..." You retorted changing the atmosphere a little. "Nope she's not one of them..." He whispered to Joker.

"L-Lets change the topic anyway i need to measure all of you in your height and weight for your BMI". "What's a BMI?" Joker looked directly at you clearly confused. "Too lazy to explain just do what I'll instruct soon".

A while later two more people enter the room a tall red haired and a shorter black raven haired man. Honestly those two didn't speak that much but none the less you were just here for college money.

Whilst measuring their Height you notice how Wooin's height was taller making you a bit blush since he was just the same height as you when you were children. Even though he was the shortest among the crew he was still taller than you.

You snapped out of your flashback when someone called Wooin's phone. You caught a little glimps who it was "Hae-won". Was that his girlfriend? Friend? BSF? you were starting to feel a bit jealous. You know it's wrong but you eavesdropped on their conversation you can't really tell what's their relationship with each other

After their call you acted like nothing happened and continued to measure and solve for their BMI looking for abnormalities. They all seem alright but you can't really shake the feeling he has someone else...you want him that's why you accepted this job.....

It's a bit short but I'm still not done with my schoolworks love y'all and I'll post some bonuses soon enough

[di-42]

2024 fic roundup

Finally getting round to doing this! Just in time for the end of the year!

Many, many thanks to @curiouspupsicle and @bellisima-writes for tagging me all those weeks ago, ant to @cheeseplants for creating the questions. Enjoy curious's answers here, bellisima's answers here, cheeseplants's answers here.

What fandoms do you write in?

Good Omens, only Good Omens, nothing but Good Omens.

How many words have you published in 2024?

133k. Huh! Me?

What is your greatest achievement this year?

In the context of fandom and fanfiction, being brave enough to put myself out there and share my work is probably my greatest personal achievement. But I'm also quite proud to have plotted an 85k fiction while working 55 hours a week (and being lucky enough to have a husband and friends to spend my free time with).

What are your favourite top three fics you wrote this year?

That's an easy one! None of my favourite three are the ones with more engagement, strangely enough!

And I Did, rated E, 85k.

While I know this could have been written much better, I am incredibly proud of this fiction. It's whole season 3 fiction where I managed to pour all my headcanon in a way that hopefully doesn't feel too forced. I think it has an original plot, good side characters and tension. I tried to throw in some humour wherever possible as well. It features Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Grand Duke of Hell Crowley. They haven't talked for almost two years. The end of the world is approaching. They are on opposite sides. And they both know neither of them was ever going to make a different choice to the one they made.

Only Ever Meant For Someone Else, rated T, 9k.

My first human AU, wheee! It was so much fun to write! I think writing human AUs allows so much freedom, although one shots and shorter stories can be a bit harder than canon compliant short stories. But I had a chance to explore some versions of the characters that I don't really see in canon, but very much enjoy in fictions, and wanted to try my hand at that. And I liked the result! Written for the Scribbling Vaguely Downwards advent calendar.

Every year, the night before Christmas, taxi driver Aziraphale drives passengers to and from the hospital for charity. On the Christmas morning of 2023 he was ready to go home and rest with a cup of tea, a mince pie, and a book after a long night.

Guess who?

“No, you may not!” Barked the other. Then he started pacing up and down the pavement, rambling to himself. “Anathema’s going to kill me. She’s actually going to kill me! She had to go into labour on fucking Christmas day, just my luck!”

Oh, dear.

“In-into labour?”

The stranger stopped pacing and, yet again, looked at Aziraphale sternly. He joined together the tips of his right thumb and forefinger, and punctuated his next words with a gracious movement of his hand.

“Yeah. It means she’s about to give birth.”

“Does it, now.”

Angel! Angel! They're At It Again! rated M, 5k

I really love this little story of mine. I've been told that it made some readers cry and laugh at the same time, and it doesn't get much better than that.

It's the year 2030. The world never ended. Aziraphale and Crowley are living happily and safely together as a married couple. Everything would be well, if it wasn't that lately Aziraphale has been a bit busy. A bit distracted. Now, Crowley can't have that, can he? He seeks the advice of his girlfriends, who unwittingly give him an idea on how to liven up his marriage.

A fluffy story about how we get to a certain cottage.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

Tying up all the loose ends in And I Did. Sometimes it felt like I was just hitting a wall and I couldn't possibly ever go through. I felt so embarrassed -mortified, really- that some people had read the story up to a certain point and I had just to let them down, because I couldn't possibly write anything that would make sense with the rest of the story. Even though the main points were planned from the beginning, there were still all those little details that write themselves, basically, and I had no idea what to do with some of them towards the end. I still don't know how I managed to pull it off, honestly, but somehow I did it in a way that I found satisfying enough.

What have you learned?

That people are so much better than I am. Really. And I don't mean at writing fiction. Well, people are better than me at writing fiction, but that's not what I mean here. The amount of people who are ready to read about someone else's ideas and headcanons with an open mind, enjoy stories that they don't necessarily agree with, is astounding. I have very much to learn from this community.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

I could tell you. But then I would have to erase your memory.

A fiction that has never made it off the ground is a fiction that has yet to make it off the ground.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

I was asked a couple of times, but due partly to my lack of time, partly to English not being my first language, I had to reluctantly decline. I do offer my thoughts on my betas' fictions, though. One of them hasn't published her work yet, and the other has a fantastic one shot on Ao3, called The Corset.

Aziraphale never understood just why he had been issued with a body likes his. He was the Guardian of the Eastgate, after all! So when in the 17th century corsets for men were fashionable again, he had an idea ...

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Hah! We both know it's not going to be only three, don't we?

Some of these fics were written before, some long before, 2024, but I only read them this year. It's quite hard to pick my favourites among so much talent and creativity, but I'll do my best. I also can't help but notice that my all time favourites are not among the superpopular ones, so please don't be shy and check them out! (And leave kudos and comments!)

The Beginning Of The End (Again), rated M, 78k.

Season 3 fiction full of plot, great characterisation, humour and pining. It has of course a happy ending. It is beyond me how this fic didn't get more engagement, especially when it first came out, closer to the end of season 2.

The Anon Before Christmas, rated E, 66k.

One of my favourite human AUs. The characterisation is spot on and the slow burn is just absolutely perfect. But I did love the whole array of characters surrounding Crowley and Aziraphale. I love how this story is as much about friendship and chosen family than it is about love and romance.

The Bookseller And The Garden, rated T, 13k.

Canon divergent fiction where Crowley is a demon stationed on earth, Aziraphale is an angel stationed on earth, but they have never met until present day. There's no end of the world in sight, only an angel and a demon falling in love and not knowing how to break it to the other that they're not human. I laughed all the way through.

Wrong Turn, rated T, 37k.

Honestly, I don't know why this fiction touched me so much. I just couldn't stop thinking about it for days after I finished it. It's a post season 1 fiction where Crowley suddenly finds himself in a parallel universe at the time the apocalypse is just about to happen. The Crowley and Aziraphale in that universe have a different history to our Crowley and Aziraphale. All our Crowley wants to do is to go back to his universe and his very own angel, but how? As you follow the main plot and focus on Crowley's thoughts and actions, you'll start slowly feeling the other story get hold of you, and it won't let go until the very end and beyond.

Happiness, More Or Less, rated M, 21k

This human AU moved me so very much I cried. Crowley moves into his new flat in Soho, only to discover the flat in haunted by the ghost of the owner of the bookshop downstairs. I won't tell anything else about the plot other than it does have a very sweet happy ending, and it gets there via a rollercoaster of emotions. This is really one of those fictions that leave me in awe of the fandom's talent and creativity. Read it, read it, read it!

One last one that I haven't finished reading yet, but I know it's one of my all time favourites, is The Last Angel, rated E, 162k.

Canon divergent fiction where Crowley and Aziraphale were never assigned to earth, Armageddon happened and hell won the war. I've said many things about this fiction, among which that I can't believe the writer does this in her spare time and writing is not actually her job, and this is the most Good Omens-y fic I have ever read. It's astoundingly good.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

Watch out for The Angel Horror Show! When I learned that Peter Hinwood, the actor who played Rocky in The Rocky Horror Picture Show didn't have a long career as an actor, bout instead went on to become an antiques dealer, I knew I had to write this fiction with Aziraphale as the actor who many years ago played Angel/Rocky in The Angel Horror Show and subsequent film The Angel Horror Picture Show and is now living a comfortable life as a book and antiques dealer, and Crowley as the actor who played Demon/Frank, and went on to become a successful movie and theatre actor and director. I've just started writing it and I'm extremely excited about it!

Who do you want to thank?

Without the shadow of a doubt @sabine-smitten-obviously and IneffableShortCake who have been so incredibly generous with their time and support in the past 8 months! But also everyone who's ever left me a comment making me feel like my stories were liked, from the long comments to the ones with just enthusiastic syllables, from the incredibly witty ones to the more personal ones, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Tag, answer any Qs that suit and play along!

I think because I'm so late in the game that most of the writers I would usually tag have already been tagged by someone else, but perhaps a few haven't done this yet.

@smua70 @ngk-668 @ineffable-duck7

And anyone who wants to answer!

This was fun!

[lousypotatoes]

Heavy Metal Lover - Duncan

"Tonight bring all your friends, because a group does it better

Why river with a pair?

Let's have a full house of leather~"

--

Song Recommendation:

Heavy Metal Lover - Lady Gaga

Playlist

Next Chapter

Prologue

"Come on! Why won't this thing turn on?" a H/C haired girl said, frowning at the digital recorder in her hand. After aggressively hitting it a few times, the recorder turned on.

"Finally!" the girl smiled, smoothing out the wrinkles in her skirt before pressing the record button.

"Hiiii! My name is Y/N L/N and this is my audition tape for Total Drama!" she cheerfully said before dialing it back a bit. "Sorry if that sounded too cheerful. I'm just really excited for this, that's all."

"Anyway, let me list off the reasons why I think you should pick me to compete in your show."

"I'm competitive, I'm friendly enough, I was on my school's softball team so I'm athletic, and I'm an excellent chef, so if the people in charge of food for whatever reason decide not to do their job, I can totally help! My food is absolutely exquisite." she said.

"I promise you, if you pick me for your show, you won't regret it." Y/N said, flashing her pearly white teeth to the camera before ending the recording.

"Did you send in your recording yet?" Y/N's dad asked before putting a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

Y/N and her dad were currently eating dinner.

Y/N nodded her head. "I sent it in a few days ago. Hopefully I'll get my answer soon."

"Me too, honey," Dad smiled. "If anyone deserves this opportunity, it's you."

"Thanks, Dad." she said, smiling back. "And thanks for supporting my decision to do this."

"Why wouldn't I?" he chuckled. "If you were to win, that would mean more money for us."

Y/N laughed along with her dad. Not paying attention, she accidentally spilled the cherry Kool-Aid she was drinking all over the table and her shirt.

"Oh shit!" Y/N shouted, immediately trying to find something to clean up the mess. "I'm so sorry Dad! It was an accident!"

"You don't have to say sorry, dear." Dad said, helping her mop up the mess with napkins. "It happens to the best of us. Why don't you go and change your shirt while I clean up this mess?"

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled before trudging off to her room.

As she was putting her clean shirt over her head, Y/N heard a 'ping!' coming from her computer.

Y/N would never tell anyone this, but she almost broke her neck trying to get over to the computer, her shirt still halfway over her head.

She pulled her shirt on and opened up her notification. It was an email from the producers of Total Drama.

Holding her breath, she read the email.

'Congratulations! You have been selected to participate in our brand-new reality show, Total Drama! Please read further for travel information....'

Y/N didn't even finish the rest of the email before calling out for her dad.

"What? What is it?" Dad asked, running into her room.

"I'm competing!" she exclaimed. "They chose me to compete!"

"Really!?" Dad's eyes widened before catching Y/N into a bear hug. "Oh my gosh this is wonderful! I told you that they would pick you!"

"I'm gonna be famous!" Y/N said, jumping up and down with her dad.

"You sure you're gonna be alright by yourself?" Y/N asked.

After three long weeks, it was finally ready for Y/N to leave. But now, she was having doubts about leaving. Y/N could tell that the taxi driver was getting annoyed at waiting.

"I'll be fine, Y/N, I promise," Dad said.

"But what if you have a seizure while I'm gone and no one's there to help you?"

"I told you, your aunt is going to come and check on me everyday."

"But what if you have one while she's not with you? What if it's a really bad one and-"

Dad interrupted her with a hug.

"Everything will be fine, sweetie. You deserve to go out there and meet people. I don't want you missing out on this just because you're worried about me, especially because you wanted this so bad."

Y/N pulled away from the hug. "Okay," she said softly. "I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, kiddo."

Y/N gave him one last hug before walking off of their porch, giving him one last look before getting into the taxi.

"Don't worry, Dad," she mumbled as the taxi started to drive away. "I'll win the money for you."

literally i love total drama so much

it's one of my comfort shows

yes, i know i still have other fanfics i need to finish

but i do what i want, im a grown woman

this lovely banner was made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

[bluem1ngs]

It was the European final.

In the Olympiastadion in Berlin, Germany, there she stood.

She wasn’t sure how she ended up there.

With her hand over her heart, she looked out upon the field with a humane & despairing stare.

Everyone shot out of their seats as the ball strikes the net's back in the 86’ minute. The red-and-yellow-clad fans let out screams and cheers that filled the stadium.

The final whistle blew, and that was the day Spain won the Euro finals against England.

No matter how far away he was on that field, he still was the first one she noticed. She saw the smile on his lips and it brought back memories she never really got over.

She stepped down the stairs of the stadium. Every person up top where she was once sitting began getting smaller and smaller.

Although the cheers from inside were overwhelming, she could only hear the beating of her heart.

The breeze of air almost immediately hit her as she stepped outside.

With the distant sounds of chants, blowing horns, and cheers,

She walked through the commotion of the city, through the traffic and people.

She waved over for a taxi, and stepped into the cab. Looking out the window into the city, it was covered in red and yellow with flags and jerseys all over.

The old taxi stops in the street and the door opens, she daintily steps out into the haze, tripping over her own serene thoughts.

The sound of the loud streets of Berlin, Germany, cars driving past, the playful laughter of the children.

A young boy ran beside a paper plane and made airplane noises with his mouth. The boy was followed by the faint sound of children giggling & trailing behind him.

She smiles once she seen his name on the back of all the children’s jerseys.

As the elevator doors shut, she stared down at her watch to check the time.

She stayed in an old beautiful colonial hotel room all by herself.

Staring at her reflection in the mirror, her hair was now let down. The voluminous curls falling over her shoulders.

She held up a Spain jersey with his name on it— pulling it over her bare body & reminiscing how it looked, through the mirror.

Her mind almost strayed, but was caught by the sudden sound of the phone ringing.

“Hello?”

She held the phone to her ear, only to hear nothing on the other end of the line.

“Who is this?” she asked only to finally get a response.

“Esmeralda, I know it’s been a while.”

Her heart dropped, recognizing that voice almost immediately.

“I shouldn’t be calling you like this but I needed to. I’m sure you’ve heard by now,” he stifled back a laugh, and she could almost feel his smile through the phone. “We won, Esme, we won. I almost can’t believe it, I mean — it’s such a surreal feeling and I owe it to you because without you, I wouldn’t have made it through… and I want to thank you for that.”

Her heart ached, longing for him.

He went silent for a moment, “It’s early in Barcelona, so I’ll let you go. I get back to Spain tomorrow morning. I hope to talk… or even see you soon. Goodbye, Esme.”

She heard breathing on the other line, almost as if he were waiting for her to say something.

She can barely utter a whisper, much less a word, even if she knew he wanted her to speak.

As she listened into the line, the

call shortly disconnected.

In that moment, her emotions began to overwhelm her.

She stood there, the light from the city illuminating her face in the dark room.

Seventeen is an inconvenient time to be in love.

That night, she went out into the city.

It was almost a way to get her mind off things.

She’s dressed in white. It’s like she walking down the aisle, wearing an elegant dress. She was breathtakingly gorgeous with her hair styled in a sophisticated bun.

She walks the streets in an elegantly & reverence way, and there’s stares from all over the city.

In the midst of a jazz restaurant in the center of Berlin, she dined alone.

Under the crimson glow, she thought to herself. She gazed off with sorrowful & dismayed eyes.

She stepped out into the night breeze, walking through the streets.

It is late at night, and someone across the way is playing “la vie en rose” and it says everything she feels.

She has learned how to live, how to be in the world & of the world.

She looked over ahead at the water fountain. Her eyes reminiscences the towns center, taking in its significance as well as the German-style building's details.

The moonlight was delicate at first; the heavenly strays of light fell from the moon of the heavens.

She is a beauty.

Her hair was now let down. The voluminous curls falling over her shoulders.

“Esme,” a voice she remembers dearly calls out.

She turned around, seeing him standing there.

She looked at him with that gentleness & humane stare that had the power to make him fall to his knees.

She didn’t have to say a word, as he embraced her & held her in his arms.

The two began to sway, slowly, hand in hand, to the classical music playing along the way.

He focused only on her. She looked past his shoulder, and she looked so beautiful there in his arms.

He took in every nuance of her, as he twirled her around once more.

At the sound of his voice, she looked up at him.

"I am here," he whispers as he holds her, his fingers caressing her cheek. "Do you feel that?"

“Yes.” her voice was soft, her manner languid, her features blurred & dreamy.

“I am here and im never letting anything keep us apart ever again,” he promises her with complete sincerity & devotion.

To this, she placed her lips on his. It was gradual, & delicate.

The two kissed—across the millions of years that seemed to separate them.

He knew then that she was the one for him.

[beardedmrbean]

Self-driving taxi companies are slowly taking over the streets of cities like San Francisco, Los Angeles and Phoenix where they can often be found driving in circles, blocking first responders and, occasionally, giving people lifts around town. The presence of these cars on the streets has irked some residents, and now a group in LA has attacked an empty Waymo self-driving taxi, ripping off its door and smashing windows.

The group of vandals attacked a Waymo cab outside the Beverly Center in Los Angeles on Saturday, reports the LA Times. The cab was reportedly stopped at a red light when the group of people surrounded it and began kicking, hitting and jumping all over the car. Nobody was in the vehicle at the time, the LA Times adds:

Waymo spokeswoman Julia Ilina said the company was working closely with officials investigating the incident. “While these sorts of events are rare, we take them extremely seriously and remain committed to improving road safety and mobility in the cities where we operate,” she said in a statement. Video posted online showed a man kicking the side of the white Jaguar while another man in a ski mask stood on its roof. The front passenger side door had been torn off, the windshield and windows were shattered and at least one tire was flattened.

The attack mirrors a similar incident in San Francisco last year, which saw a group vandalize and set another autonomous taxi on fire in the Californian city. In Texas, test cars for autonomous vehicle startups have also been targeted, showing that tensions between regular people and autonomous vehicles are rising.

The attacks put autonomous vehicle makers in a sticky situation as questions are asked about how the cars should respond to such incidents. If a regular car with a human driver were in such a situation, they would likely drive away as the best form of “affirmative defence,” as Forbes puts it. Autonomous cars don’t do that, and instead stop in their tracks when incidents arise:

In the recent incident the AV has almost no choice but to put up with the vandalism. If an injury had occurred on retreat it could result in great harm to the industry and strain public approval given that this was protection of property not life in this particular instance.

As such, the site calls for better legal framework to protect autonomous vehicles from attacks on the streets they patrol. Measures such as sharing footage from the cars with law enforcement, bans on people caught vandalizing such cars and even increased police presence in AV testing sites have all been floated by Forbes.

There are also calls for tougher penalties for anyone caught attacking AVs. As it stands, the state of California takes a varying approach to punishing vandalism depending on the severity of the actions. If the damage is valued at less than $400 then it’s a misdemeanor, above that figure and it’s considered a felony.

The cost of a new windshield for an I-Pace sits around $1,200, meaning that the group responsible for this latest act could be facing some tough penalties.

[ceo-of-daichi]

LYDIAAAAAAHHHHHHUHSBDHAKAL hihihi 💗 I hope it’s ok I join your prompt game!!

May I request one for Keishin or Kuroo, whoever you feel the most like writing. With the prompt “I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?…..” from the Drunken Love Confession list please??

THANK U SO MUCH!

It was rare to get a message off Kuroo this late into the night.

And if you did, it was usually a well composed, put together message. This however, was certainly not that.

You stared at the screen, light mode momentarily blinding you. You really needed to turn your brightness down or switch to dark mode. Your eyes flicked to the corner of your phone, 3:43am, before focusing on who had decided to text you at this hour.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you could barely piece together the message. Luckily you didn’t need to, because as your sleep induced brain was trying to read the gibberish in front of you, a big picture of the man himself popped onto the screen.

You sighed softly as you answered the call, figuring this could be the end of your sleep for the night. As you answered, the deafening sound of indie music and what you could only assume was hundreds of people hit your ears. You instinctively move the phone away from your ear at first.

“Kuroo? Are you okay?” You ask, hoping he hears you over the noise.

“Heeeeyyyyy!! Are you doing much right now?” He slurs on the other end, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“You mean apart from getting the 8 hours sleep I deserve? Nope, where are you?” You say, already getting out of bed and starting to get dressed into comfy clothes.

Kuroo was someone who you struggled to say no to. And seeing as though this is the first time you have been inconvenienced at this time of night by him, you didn’t mind going to pick him up.

By the time he stumbles over the address of the bar, you are fully dressed and heading out the door.

It's a brisk night and as much as you are grumpy from having your sleep disturbed, you would much rather he gets home safely. You can only guess the state he is in after that phone call.

As you pull up to the bar, you notice him slumped on the curb, a few of his friends around him, they looked to be laughing and enjoying themselves.

The minute you get out of the car, the door shutting making them aware of your presence, Kuroo lights up. His eyes lock with yours as he gives you the goofiest smile, you can’t help but mirror it as he attempts to get up.

“Your taxi awaits!” You laugh softly as his friend has to catch him, his legs tangling as he gets up too fast.

“Thank you Madame” He giggles, attempting a curtsey, but once again getting muddled and almost falling flat on his face.

“You are so drunk right now, how much have you had?” You ask, a smirk on your face as you grab his arm. Stopping him from ending up on the ground as he stumbles towards your car. You had never seen him this drunk, and despite feeling tired on the drive, you were certainly awake now.

“I’m not drunk!” He shoots you a glare.

“Uhuh… Sure you aren’t. Come on let's get you home” You wrap your arm around his waist to help him to your car.

The minute you start to help him, he stops dead in his tracks and suddenly stands very straight. You send him a confused glance at his sudden stillness.

“Can a drunk person do this?” He says, a determined look in his eyes. Before you have time to be even more confused, his lips are on yours. It's messy, uncoordinated and certainly the drunkest kiss you had ever experienced.

But with the cheers of his friend group behind you both, who had witnessed the whole interaction, you couldn’t help but feel extremely warm.

A/N | Okay so this request is from such a long time ago, and I know I haven’t posted in an AGE! But I hope you guys enjoy, I miss writing for HQ. Its been so long but trying to get back in the swing of things💛 Thank you Nin for the request!!

[ichxgo]

There seemed to be a LOT to unload there but Grimmjow wasn't going to pry. He had no reason to, really. "The fuck are 'PR issues', Kurosaki?" Did the ginger forget that he wasn't human, or a Soul Reaper, so he had no idea what that term meant. He'd not overheard much so Ichigo wouldn't be getting crap from him about feet or foot related stuff. When the shorter man commented about being asked if he liked to fight people barefoot he'd furrow his brow even deeper than normal.

"I dunno about that, seems like ya fightin' barefoot would be pretty difficult dependin' on the terrain. Are those people on drugs? Maybe they should stop takin' whatever it is they're on," Yes, he thought Ichigo meant that he was the one who fought barefoot, not that his opponents would be the ones barefoot, but again - not human or a Reaper. He'd grin widely at the other male's last question though. "Ain't it obvious? 'S cause I'm awesome like that, Kurosaki." No, he wasn't being serious and he genuinely hoped Ichigo didn't think he was. "In all seriousness though, yer their savior ain't ya stop lettin' people walk all over ya." He'd probably clap Ichigo rather hard on his back after he said that last bit out loud, not trying to make the other fall on his face, but if he did maybe that'd stop the weird feet comments? Or maybe not.

A vacation in Hueco Mundo, huh? And how did the other plan on getting there exactly? "I ain't a taxi service." His tone was dry and he'd try his hardest to keep his expression cooled but he'd wind up with a half-fanged grin upon his face after a moment or so passed anyway. "I mean, ya could. 'S not like Hali or Nel would say no to ya stickin' around." He'd scratch at his bare cheek for a moment before his hand dropped back to his side. He was the one with the only really stable Descorrer of the remaining Espada or Arrancar as a whole anyway. He'd shake his head before sliding a hand through his wild blue hair. "Just don't fuckin' wreck Las Noches any more than it's already been wrecked. I'm the King of Hueco Mundo in more than just fuckin' title. Ya break anythin' and yer gonna answer to me."

@desgarron || unprompted || accepting

He blinks. Tries not to react, but the question pulls a breath out of him, soft, almost a laugh. A smile follows.

"It means public relations. It’s fine. I wasn’t serious."

Not that he expected Grimmjow to get the idea of a foot-related PR scandal. He’d just said what came to mind.

There’s a twitch of amusement at Grimmjow’s confusion, but it fades with that familiar clap to the back, hard enough to jolt him forward a step, but not quite enough to knock him over. His body tenses and he tosses a scowl as he snaps, "I know you're not human, but I am. Take it easy."

The next part hits wrong. Grimmjow’s wording—meant to be supportive, maybe—sticks. Of all people, he didn’t expect him to say something like that. "It’s not like that. I’m not anyone’s anything."

His brow furrows. The irritation stirs, not at Grimmjow, not really.

"You know how many times I should’ve died by now? How many times I was brought back because someone else stepped in?" His voice dips, quieter. "Even you. Too many times to count. Too many times to start taking credit for things I didn't do alone." 

He exhales again—not quite a laugh, but close—as he turns to meet Grimmjow's gaze fully now and shrugs a shoulder. "I'll ask Zangetsu then. I've been his taxi service long enough, he can return the favor."

Grimmjow keeps catching him off guard. "I wasn’t gonna wreck it. Just thought a change of scenery might help. Y’know, less foot talk, more sand and existential dread. Sounds like a vacation to me. What would I even break?"

[ashtxeman]

Disagreements - A Punch-Out!! Fic

TW: Description of Graphic Injury

Here's that Gabby Jay fanfic I mentioned, for your viewing pleasure. Rain poured generously down onto the WVBA headquarters. The night was gloomy, to say the least, and the day had been just as miserable. No matches were booked for the next week, a rare occurrence for the WVBA which often aimed for a match everyday. They had to pull in money somehow, otherwise the whole operation was pointless. At this time, most people had left the building and gone home to be with their friends and family, except for those few who stuck around for extra training and a few reputation points. This left the area in a coat of silence that, whilst eerie for a usually overcrowded part of town, was much needed for some.. In solemn times like this, the sound of rain was the only sound necessary.

The doors to the building opened gently, and a single man stepped out and into the car park. At the sight of the rain, his uplifting demeanour dropped into one of dread. The car park was riddled with potholes and cracked concrete, much like everything else due to the company's neglect, meaning that a trip to the pick-up bay would be an impossible journey through a maze of ankle-deep puddles. That journey would unfortunately be one he’d have to take.. Much to his dismay. He sighed deeply, adjusting the strap of the gym bag resting on his shoulder, and pushed forwards into the open sky. The rain hit like asteroids, heavy and painfully cold, but the best the man could do was simply keep up the pace and pray his taxi had already found its way to the pick-up bay.

Only four steps in he’d already noted that a change of clothes would be needed when he finally got home and, at the rate of his movement, a new hairstyle as well. Every second he found himself brushing cold strands of wind-blown hair out of his face, making his cheeks ruddy and uncomfortable. It seemed that today, the poor man simply couldn’t catch a break.

He paused for a moment, using a nearby tree as some sort of shelter so he could check his phone. The tree did close to nothing to keep the rain away, but at this point he simply couldn’t bring himself to care about the state he was in anymore. His day hadn’t been the best, and a little bit of rain couldn’t make it any worse or better. Not only had he faced another grating defeat in the ring (which he usually didn’t mind.. but cared about for some reason today), he’d also caught sight of people he assumed he could trust talking about him behind his back. Many people he hung around would dismiss his feelings about a thing as insignificant as being talked about, but was it such a crime for somebody to be hurt by words? Surely that could be understood? Nobody wanted to be slandered in the shadows, no matter how little they pretended to care. 

People felt that way all the time, it was just natural.. But the unfortunate reality was people in an industry like boxing simple couldn’t express their emotions as openly as others. For some reason it was frowned upon, or even used as a source of ridicule, at least on the more public side. Though, the man didn’t doubt for a second that under all the masculine facades he saw from the others, many of his co-workers had their softer moments behind closed doors.. And that was nothing to be ashamed of. So his own question was, why was he ashamed for feeling the way he did? He never cared about these things, in fact he would usually pride himself on being courageous despite what insults he faced, but he felt he’d suddenly snapped. Before he may have walked away from a ridiculing claim with a glare and a frown, now he wanted to drop knees-first onto the stone cold pavement and rip his hair out. Simply.. Scream into the night sky. And he almost did, as he felt his grip tighten and his fingernails dig every so slightly into the skin of his palms..

He resisted, though. The reason why?

In the distance a walking blur suddenly presented itself in the rain, and the man's eyes fixated on it like predator to prey. Between the poor weather and the confused tears forming in his eyes it was almost impossible to tell what the blur was, though a part of his brain knew for certain it was an enemy. Something he did not want to see. Not tonight, not tomorrow, and perhaps not for the rest of his lifetime. A threat and a disturbance..

Gabby Jay.

The blur pieced itself together in the man's vision, and cemented the theory that it was indeed the pitiful Frenchman from the B-Band. The grey moustache, overly-presented clothing and the over-confident strides were all key features of Gabby.. Whether they were good or bad depended entirely on the person. And for the person watching Gabby like a hawk as he walked to his car, they were all bad, bad and bad. 

Co-workers were supposed to like each other, weren’t they? So why was it that at the mere sight of Jay, the other wanted to reach out and strangle him until he was gone? Those should never be thoughts to have about anybody, especially not co-workers..

But here it was justified in the man's head, even if the cohesive part of him told him it absolutely wasn’t. Simply put, Gabby Jay was the cause of all his problems. The bane of his existence at worst and his least favourite person at best. 

So, when Jay perked up and turned towards him, he almost screamed.

“Joey! Bonjour, mon brave homme!” 

Jay called out to the other, fellow Frenchman Glass Joe, with a distant wave. He held an umbrella in one hand, a polar opposite to the soaking wet Joe opposite him. At the mention of his name Joseph seethed with anger, insulted that Gabby would even dare interact with him after the things he’d done. Joe could hear the sound of his teeth grinding against each other just from the force of his jaw clenching. He was already frustrated heading home, but now he was standing in freezing cold rain, face to face and stuck in a conversation with a man he hated. The only thing preventing him from commiting a crime from the sheer emotion he felt was the focus he had staring at Jay. If he took his eyes off him for even a moment, he knew something ridiculous would happen. That was the way Gabby was.. He just seemed to carry misfortune around with him, even for himself. Joe simply couldn’t fathom living like that, even if his life wasn’t much better in comparison it was still some sort of improvement the way he saw it. 

Joseph could have stood there being angry at Jay for the rest of the evening, but was able to snap himself out of his rageful trance with a spark of thought. He wouldn’t be letting his anger go, he was petty enough to keep it attached to him for the next week, but he would be acting on it rather than letting it boil inside of him. Why should he let people off the hook? He didn’t always have to be the people-pleaser. After all, who was really ever there to return the favour? 

Instead, Joe used his anger to force himself towards Jay, pulling through the extra weight of the rain crashing down on every part of him as he did so. Jay simply stood there with a blank smile on his face, expecting Joe to open with an equally friendly response. He was particularly confused when Joe walked over and stayed completely silent.. How unfriendly of him.

“What’s wrong, visage aigre? Lose another match?” The older man laughed to himself, though his tone made it hard to tell whether he intended for that to be insulting or not. “Prop that fragile chin of yours up, hm! There’s always retirement if it’s too rough for you.” His soft expression quickly morphed into a forced grin as he stared at Joe’s cold face. Clearly he intended to hit a nerve whilst this interaction lasted.. For whatever reason that may be.

Despite Gabby’s harsh comments, however, Joe didn’t utter a word. He remained in one spot, with rain continuing to run down his gradually numbing features. 

“At least speak back, Joey, it’s the least you can do.” 

He placed his free hand on his hip, waiting. 

“You’re.. Older than me.” Joe’s initial response was half-assed, since he was both freezing and tired.. But he could easily say more if he wanted to. And he planned to as well. “And don’t you dare tell me to retire… you- .. What is it about you and always telling me what to do?" He exclaimed in a sudden outburst. "When I lose, you tell me to give up, when I do something wrong, you tell me I’m stupid. Is it some kind of.. Sick joke? D-Do you think you have authority over me?! You have nothing over me! Nothing!” He grew more and more frustrated as he continued his rant, at times even pulling his hair in distress. Unfortunately for him, Gabby was none the wiser to why he was angry at all.

“Joe..” He stifled a laugh. “Are you concussed?” Jay’s answer was less than satisfactory. 

The Frenchman sighed, shaking simultaneously. “I.. Heard you today.. Talking about me..”

“Then you heard me saying how great you are!”

“DON’T LIE TO ME.” He yelled, making Jay recoil where he stood. “You mocked me! You said I was weak you- You said I would be better off.. Back in Paris with Annette and Jules you-” He stuttered, finding it difficult to get any words out.

“Oh.. Joey..” Gabby reached out and placed a hand on Joey’s shoulder, much to his dismay. “Ne mentez pas, you and I both know I’m right..”

At that, Joe just.. Lost it. The sheer audacity this man had to have to insult him to his face at a time like this? He was clearly struggling emotionally, and yet all Jay had to say was ‘You know I’m right’. He knew? How did he know?! What right did he have to analyse him like that, like he was some kind of rat in a cage for him to poke and laugh at? 

He just. Couldn’t. Take it. 

“SALAUD!” Joe quickly jolted forwards, grabbing Gabby by the side of the head and slamming his face down on the car bonnet besides them. The thud was violent, and was followed only by the most revolting crack Joe had heard since.. Nick. Jay yelped in pain, pulling himself back up and cupping his nose, which was now bent to the side and gushing pure red down his chin. 

“Gh- Joe you-” He’d found himself silenced fast, devastated. Tears streamed down his face as his expression scrunched from the pain. “.. My-” 

“Suck it up, con, maybe you’d be better off retiring.” Joe hissed with staggered breath, staring at Jay with an almost primal anger as the blood began to show on his hands. “Bon débarras.” 

Jay watched silently as the other Frenchman walked away, slowly fading into a blur amongst the rain.

That night both went home silent, but one certainly went home satisfied, despite the day's disagreements.

[beardedhandstoadshark]

hi! how are you? i hope you have a good january and 2025 😊

just wanted to let you know that i'll be traveling to Turkey / Türkiye this weekend!!

i’ve read a few of your posts about your trip on that country and your advice on travelling and they were super helpful!

i do have a few questions that maybe you can help with:

do i need to wear a winter coat while sleeping or is it warm enough inside the hotel? im planning wearing a sweater

is 3,800 Turkish Lira enough for a 7 day trip or should i consider exchanging more money since i'll be visiting Istanbul and a few other places?

Erciyes, Bolu is snowy place,right? but some other areas might not be. so is the weather generally cold everywhere this time of year?

what souvenirs would you recommend for friends, relatives and co workers at workplace?

thank you for answering! <3 🫰

Hiiii! Thank you, same goes to you! :D

Eyy that's pretty cool! I'll try to be as helpful as possible!

Ok so:

I'd say it depends on the hotel (some are hotels and others are someone's broken down leftover rooms with a name slapped on, it happened before) but since the vast majority of places have an ac and those tend to also be able to produce warmth, it should be okay...? But it almost doesn't even matter cos you wanna bring that winter jacket with you either way

with current exchange rates that makes pretty much exactly 100€, which tbh if your hotel doesn't have food inclusive or you're not planning on making it yourself will barely get you through the week. If a place so much as *breathes* in the direction of tourism, the prices for everything will be on overpriced € rates. We're talking 380TL/10€ for a milkshake here depending on the place, but especially Istanbul. And you probably also wanna go into places or buy nice stuff for yourself too! So yeaaa you're probs gonna need a bit more

(also don't use a taxi or you're gonna lose all of that in one go :| )

I've never been in Erciyes or Bolu but a lot of places in Turkey are snowy at this time of year, or at the very least pretty cold. And even the warmer ones will only be at 15-20°C. As of writing this, Bolu is almost hitting freezing temperatures for example! Hence, bringing a winter jacket 😆

i mean there's always magnets...? Fr though a lot of places sell different stuff that can all make for great souvenirs depending on what you or the other people like (and the food safety regulations in your country lmao).

going real basic, a lot of places sell the exact same type of wood fan with flowers painted on them. Can be pretty neat and cheap for a general small gift.

There's also Nazar boncuğu (Evil Eye charm in english I think) -> 🧿 these things. Meant to ward off evil eyes thrown at you, if they break they did their job, come in all shapes n sizes and are pretty iconic (or should I say eyeconic :DDD) Generally made of glass so they're very pretty when hung up somewhere

if someone's into tea there's small ceramics with tulip motifs (tulips are basically the national flower/symbol of turkey so they're on a lot of stuff) Though uhh. Prices.

how is your home with food import regulations and do you wanna break them if it's strict because coffee, tea, spices, confectionery. There's entire streets full of entire stores full of just the last two. Especially in Istanbul that might be something to look into. Though again, prices

And that's pretty much all I can think of haha. Don't get scammed, keep your bag close, have fun!!