#I should’ve applied lmao

[cbshater3000]

I can’t believe bb finally cast someone that is 100% my type and not in a conventional way at all like- Quinn I’m on my hands and knees for you QUINN

[alltheprettyplaces]

it’s me…

hi

i’m the problem

it’s me

[twinktosterone]

digign around in my room for the big thing of bandaids i definitely have somewhere (heel rub from the docs :/ ) and instead i found the notes my friends from my summer trip wrote about me and im going to fucking cry i miss the 2 guys i hung out with

[hausofwoo]

handy | choi san

pairing: choi san x afab reader

word count: 5K

summary: you move into a shitty apartment with a long list of maintenance issues. your landlord puts off sending someone to fix them, only making your frustrations grow. that is, until the maintenance man finally arrives and you discover that he's hot... and you find yourself making excuses for him to keep coming back.

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, maintenance man!san, tenant!reader, reader is kind of a perv lol, unprotected piv (wrap it up!), oral (f receiving), san is a tease, fingering, hair pulling (m receiving), cumplay, kitchen counter sex!!!, he kinda throws u around hehehe, choking, dacryphilia, use of a petname (baby), lmk if i forgot anything!

author's note: umm.... hahaha um...... so this is lowkey based on a recent experience i had of my maintenance man coming to fix some shit in my apt and he strangely had SO much rizz and i was like wait a minute.... this could be a great fic idea LMAO thank u to @hausofmingi for being my beta-reader ily always ♡

when you signed your lease at your new apartment, you didn’t expect to sign up for a list of problems.

you desperately needed a new place to live, and with the measly budget you had for rent, all that was left available were slim pickings. so when you finally found a small 1 bedroom apartment that wasn’t double your desired price, you jumped at the opportunity. you applied for the place on the spot and were approved the same day. you didn’t really think anything of it, but when you finally got settled in and actually gave a good look at your newfound home… you were in for a fucking nightmare.

for starters, the window unit in the bedroom wouldn’t blow cool air. it’s right in the heat of the summer, so coming home after a long day only to sweat all night long was not cutting it for you. you put in a maintenance request through your tenant portal app the first day when you realized this.

another annoyance was the dishwasher. one of your biggest must-haves was to have an actual working one. maybe you were asking a bit much with your budget, but with the amount that you work, it was imperative. you were thrilled to see the dishwasher during the viewing, only to find a few days worth of dirty dishes later, that said dishwasher was rusty and moldy. literally unusable. so you put in another maintenance request.

last one, and maybe now you’re just getting picky because you’re pissed, but your shower water pressure sucked, and by the time you would finish a shower, the water would take forever to drain. another request sent.

all these maintenance requests and not a single one fixed. you started to wonder if the tenant portal app even worked, so you called your landlord, only to grapple with them on finding a time for them to fix it while you’re still home. you might want these things fixed asap, but you’re not willing to let a stranger in your space when you’re not there.

you started to fucking lose it. a few weeks with no cold air, shitty water pressure, and dishes piling up your sink, and not one thing being done about it. you call your landlord one more time, urging them to finally fix these issues, arguing that they should’ve been fixed before you even moved in. and with that last push, they finally caved and did their fucking job. they said they’re sending someone there first thing tomorrow.

so when you finally wake up and go about your day-off routine, you’re constantly watching the clock. when they said “first thing tomorrow,” did they mean “first thing tomorrow once the maintenance man feels like it”? because it’s already pushing noon and you’re getting impatient. it’s obnoxious; you’re not able to run any errands (let alone actually go out and enjoy your day off) and you’re just waiting around for some dude to actually do the job you’ve been asking for for weeks.

just as you find yourself dialing the landlord’s number, you hear a knock at your door. fucking FINALLY. you jump off your couch, mind spewing profanities out of frustration. you walk towards the door, ready to give this stupid maintenance man a piece of your mind. you swing open the door, and your heart drops.

the maintenance man stands before you, with a tight black tank that hugged his muscular build and dirty worn jeans. he has a tool belt strapped to his (surprisingly small?) waist and a heavy tool box gripped in his hand. he’s a little dirty, and his chest is shiny with sweat due to the humid outside air. his rugged exterior is a huge juxtaposition to his face, however, with sharp yet kind eyes and a sweet smile.

“you need some maintenance done?” he asks.

“oh, uh, yes,” you stumble, suddenly at a loss for words. “come on in.” you hold the door open, allowing him to walk through to your living room.

“so you’re having issues with your water pressure?” he says, looking around the apartment.

“yeah, that and a few other things,” you reply. “but the biggest thing is the window unit in my room. it doesn’t blow any cold air.”

“i can fix that,” he looks at you with a grin. “which one’s the bedroom?”

you walk him to your room, thanking god he can’t see the blush forming on your face. he walks in and places his tool box down, promptly inspecting the window unit.

“i’ll just let you do your thing,” you say, twiddling your thumbs. “i’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

he nods, and you go back to sit on your couch. you mindlessly scroll through your phone, all while spiraling in your head. did your landlord hire this guy from a fucking modeling agency? he has the build for handyman work, that is certain. however, his face is what’s really getting to you. he could be on the cover of vogue and you wouldn’t bat an eye. but there he is, working on a shitty a/c window unit in your room.

you suddenly become hyper aware of the appearance of your bedroom. what does he think about your decor? is he cringing at the plushies sat on your bed? what if you left a pair of underwear out? oh my god, did you leave your nightstand drawer open, with your vibrator out for the whole world to see?

“it looks like you’ll need a whole new window unit,” he says from your room, interrupting your swarming thoughts. “this one doesn’t even have heat, and you’ll need that for winter.”

“oh, yeah,” you say, getting up and standing in your bedroom doorway. “how long will it take to get a new one? this heat has been brutal.”

“i should be able to bring one tomorrow, if you’re available,” he says, turning back to look at you as he closes up the tool box.

“i’m available,” you say all too quick. dude. be cool. “i mean, yeah, i can try to get off work a little earlier, maybe at like 3?”

“works for me,” he smiles, standing up. “can i get your number?”

you can’t hide your blush this time, nodding at the insinuation, but knowing it was just to iron out arrangements. “here,” you say, opening your phone messages so he can send himself a text.

he types away and hands your phone back. “you need a new dishwasher too, right?”

“i do,” you confirm.

“i can try and get you one by tomorrow too,” he says. “i’m off duty by like 5, so hopefully i’ll have enough time. now the shower?”

you nod and lead him to your bathroom. he examines the shower head, and you watch your cat approach him from behind.

“oh my god,” he says, startled at your cat rubbing against his leg. “this little dude came out of nowhere!” he reaches down to pet him, all while he’s purring up a storm.

“wow, he really likes you,” you stand shocked. your cat is always so standoffish to strangers, usually hiding under your bed or couch. but he’s rubbing against your maintenance man’s legs like he’s best friends with him.

“cats tend to really like me, i don’t know why,” he chuckles, scratching at your cat’s head. “what’s his name?”

“leo,” you say.

“like the zodiac sign?” he looks up at you while still petting him.

“yeah, i wanted to name him after his own sign but he’s a cancer, soooo…” you trail off, awkwardly fiddling with your hands.

“i’m a cancer!” he lights up, looking back down at leo. “no wonder we get along.”

you smile, and then realize you’re staring again. “i’ll go back in here so you can work.”

after distracting yourself with your phone again for a bit, you look up and see the man starting to walk out the bathroom doorway, already with his things together.

“okay, it should be good now, but let me know tomorrow if there’s any issues,” he says. you nod to him and lead him to the front door. you open the door and he walks out, but turns to you before he leaves. “so, i’ll see you tomorrow?” he has a smile on his face, with a hint of something behind it that you can’t quite read.

“yeah, tomorrow,” you say.

after locking the door behind him, you slump onto the couch with a big sigh. that was somehow the most nerve-wracking thing you’ve ever experienced. you remember he texted himself on your phone, so you open your messages and see the unsaved number.

sent 12:28 pm this is san :)

you can feel heat rising to your cheeks. even a stupid smiley face in a text has got you kicking your feet. you text him back, telling him your name and a quick thank you.

dear lord. this man didn’t even do anything, but he will be the death of you.

you come home early the next day, even earlier than you mentioned. partly because you wanted to clean up your place a bit, but the other part to mentally prepare yourself for a hot man in your apartment again. you clean up your room, tidying up so it looks a tad better than it did the day prior. once you’re done, you find yourself fixing up your makeup, realizing you’re putting way too much effort into seeing a fucking handyman fix your a/c.

are you really doing this? intentionally getting dolled up for this?? haha never! right….?

you hear a knock at your door and jump up. you check yourself in the mirror one last time, fixing the gloss on your lips. you go to open the door to reveal san, standing in front of you again with a familiar sweet smile on his face. you smile back too eagerly.

“i got your window unit!” he says, nodding down to the large box in his hands.

“oh, come in, that must be heavy!” you say, ushering him into your living room.

“mind if i go in your room?” he asks.

“of course, please,” you say, opening your bedroom door and letting him set the box down. you attempt to subtly watch his arms flex as he drops it. oh my god he is so hot.

you retreat to the living room as usual, allowing him to work in peace. you work on some things on your laptop to pass the time, but the thought of this man working on your a/c, muscles protruding, sweat glistening… it’s all too much of a distraction. you decide to put your ear buds in, trying to drown out your own perverse thoughts. you finally are able to hone in on your work, catching up on the things you couldn’t finish during your shift today since you left early.

you don’t realize that san finished installing the window unit until you feel a hand on your shoulder, making you jump.

“oh!” you stammer, pulling an ear bud out. “sorry, what’s up?”

san has a smile creeping on his face. “my bad, i didn’t mean to scare you. i just wanted to let you know i finished putting in the unit.”

“that’s great, thank you so much,” you say, standing up. “did you get the dishwasher today too?”

“yeah i did,” he says, but then he checks his phone for the time. you realize it’s about to hit 5 pm, and he said he’s off by that time.

“you’re almost off, i forgot,” you say apologetically. “you can just come back another day?”

he checks his phone again, contemplating. “well… i mean i already have it in my truck, so i don’t mind working a little bit over my time.”

“you really don’t have to, san,” you plead.

“it’s okay,” he says. “i’ll be right back with it!”

he exits your apartment, giving you a moment to kick yourself. having a dishwasher that works would be so great right now, but you feel guilty for having him work past his time. another part of you wants him to go anyway, if it meant he would come back again.

you hear a loud noise outside your front door, so you open it to see san with the new dishwasher on a dolly. you hold the door open for him, allowing him to enter your apartment and bee-line to the kitchen. he props the dolly down to drop the box.

“i should be able to finish this in about an hour, is that okay?” he asks, already unboxing it.

“as long as you’re okay with working this late,” you shrug.

“i don’t mind at all,” he smiles, looking up at you.

“okay, i’ll just be in here,” you point behind you, gesturing to the living room.

“alright, dishwasher is done,” san says, walking into the living room with a broken down empty box in one hand and dolly in the other.

“thank you so much,” you smile.

“is there anything else you need then?” he inquires, quirking up an eyebrow.

a moment of silence washes over the room momentarily, with you wracking your brain trying to find a reason for him to stay longer. but you push that away, knowing he’s been working way too long past his scheduled time.

“no, i think that will do it,” you sigh, unintentionally sounding disappointed.

“well,” he mumbles, toying with the box in his hand. “well you have my number, so if you need anything, feel free to shoot me a text.”

you walk him to the door, thanking him. he stands out in the hallway, you looking at him out your front door.

“really though,” he insists. “if you need anything.” with one last sweet smile, he leaves.

so what does he mean by that? “anything.” maybe you’re delusional for thinking there’s a hidden meaning behind that statement. as in, you can text him if you want him to fuck your brains out, “anything?” definitely not, but your mind wanders at the thought of it; that he’d drop everything and book it back to your apartment, heaving and sweaty, ready to take what’s his. you’re actually fucking crazy.

and to make yourself even crazier, the next few days you find yourself itching to get another reason to have him come back. you check your kitchen sink’s water pressure, it’s fine. you test out the stove for the first time and it cooked your food perfectly, no gas smell. then you find something. one of your kitchen drawers won’t close completely. it’s something small, but enough to put in a maintenance request. for the first time since you moved in, you feel grateful you live in a shitty apartment.

you swing the door open, happy to see the cute grin san always gives you the moment he sees you.

“sooo… a drawer, huh?” he quips with a hint of a teasing tone.

“y-yeah, i tried to fix it but i don’t know what i’m doing wrong,” you defend, rubbing the back of your neck.

“i can fix that,” he says, passing into the kitchen, tool box in hand. you’re ready to retreat to your living room as usual, but san stops you. “you know, you don’t have to wait around in your living room for me to finish. i like having company.”

“oh,” you mumble, turning around. “i thought you might want privacy while you work.”

“no, it’s okay,” he says, opening his tool box to grab a few items. “if you wanted, you can hang around. i like learning about the tenants i’m working for.”

“okay,” you murmur. you open a kitchen cabinet to grab two mugs. “do you want some tea?”

“i would love some tea,” he says.

you put the kettle on the stove, heating up some water. you chat with san about work, how many units he has to visit in a day, about the interesting tenants he meets, how long he’s been doing this. once the kettle starts whistling, san is already finished fixing the drawer, placing it back into it’s assigned slot. you can’t help but feel disappointed that your time with him is almost up. you put the tea bags in the mugs of hot water, offering one to san.

“i know you’re done, but if you still want it,” you say, and he accepts the drink with a grin. you both sit at your kitchen table, continuing to chat. your cat leo enters the kitchen, going to straight to san’s legs to rub against him.

“there’s my boy,” san coos, scratching leo’s head.

“i still can’t get over how much he likes you,” you laugh. “he’s never this friendly, he’s only like this with me.”

“he seems friendly to me,” san says. “maybe he just has good taste in people.”

you chuckle, wondering in the back of your mind if he meant that about you too.

san checks his phone, realizing the time. he sets down his tea and stands. “i should probably get out of here, there’s another tenant waiting for me.”

“i didn’t mean to keep you—”

“no no,” san interrupts. “it’s okay. i really liked this. not a lot of people are this welcoming.”

“of course,” you reply, standing up with him. “i—i really liked this too.”

san smiles, biting a bit at his lip. you look at each other for a moment, feeling an intriguing tension in the air. he finally shakes head, going to grab his things to go. you walk him to your front door. you say another thank you, about to close the door.

“like i said,” he repeats, leaning against the door frame. “anything.”

you hadn’t seen san in over a week. it was driving you mad. you became addicted to his energy, to his warm greeting at your front door, to the lingering gazes you shared. you didn’t have any reason to see him again, and you needed to find another. so you did something you’re not entirely proud of… something that an actual crazy person would do. you loosened a bolt on a pipe under your kitchen sink, allowing water to trickle the smallest amount in the lower cabinet.

listen. you know it’s bizarre at this point, but you had to see him again. it’s not like anything would happen; he’d probably just fix it up, have another nice chat with you, and be on his way. is it so bad that you meddled with your sink just to see him?

when san arrives, he has that all-knowing grin on his face the moment you open the door.

“the sink now, hm?” he asks.

“yeah,” you chuckle anxiously. “the sink.”

he goes to the kitchen and inspects the pipes under the sink. you lean against the counter, hoping to god he doesn’t notice that the pipe didn’t magically get loose.

“ah i see,” he laughs to himself. “it’s just a loose bolt. easy fix.” he tightens it with his tools, quickly finishing.

“oh, haha,” you say, nerves bubbling in your stomach. “i guess i could’ve done that.”

“you know, it’s so interesting…” he trails off, standing up to face you, running a hand through his hair.

“what?” you ask.

“i’ve never had to do so much maintenance work for one tenant before,” he says, sly grin across his face. fuck. do you think he knows?

“and i swear, that bolt kinda looked like it was loosened by a wrench…” he trails off again, stepping closer to you. HE KNOWS.

“n-no, i would never,” you defend, feeling backed against the counter.

your eyes are locked on san, wandering over his built frame, over his sharp features. he’s inching closer and closer, and you feel your breath hitch. he catches your trailing eyes as if to ask for permission, and leans in to kiss you.

finally, the thing you’ve been wanting so bad from him, to feel his lips against yours. he cups your cheek with one hand, letting you melt into his touch. your lips part to allow his tongue to slide in, deepening the kiss with fervor. his form pushes against yours, pressing you against the kitchen counter. his hands begin to wander, grazing from the side of your face down to your waist. he holds you in a tight grip, pulling your hips forward to meet his. you can feel him harden in his jeans as he lets out a groan against your lips.

“you did this on purpose, hm?” san says, separating from your lips. he lifts you up and places you to sit on the kitchen counter in one swift motion. he kneels to the floor, grabbing at the waist of your pants. “just to see me?”

you nod emphatically, watching as he pulls down your pants and underwear. the cold air hits your core and you try to close your legs, but san pushes them back open to admire you. putting your legs over his shoulders, he runs his fingers against your folds, eyes drinking in the sight of you. you shudder at the feeling, knowing all too well that he’s already got you soaked.

“you like seeing me like this?” he whispers, looking up at you. “i bet you imagined me like this, between your legs.” when his fingertips graze over your clit, your body lets out a shake, and he knows he found what he wanted.

he attaches his mouth to your core and places a firm hold on your outer thighs. licking stripes up to your clit, each stroke of his tongue feels like heaven. he dips down to your hole, dragging your slick upwards. he moans at the taste of you, devouring at you with more passion. your hands grasp at his hair, relishing the stimulation.

he tugs his head back, looking as pussy-drunk as ever. “i imagined you like this too,” he moans, lips still hovering over you. you unintentionally tug at his hair, yearning for his mouth back on you. “i wanted you so bad the moment i saw you.”

he releases a hand off your thigh and snakes it back between your legs, teasing at your hole as he goes back to circle his tongue around your clit. he looks up at you as he slides his middle finger in, watching you crumble at the feeling. once he can tell you’re comfortable, he slides in another, slowly starting to pump them into you. you whimper at the feeling, walls contracting around his fingers.

your moans are uncontrollable, and he matches them, letting the vibrations enhance the stimulation. he curls his fingers into you, hitting that perfect spot. he can feel your core clenching more erratically, causing him to pick up the pace, but maintaining a steady rhythm. his tongue flicks at your clit just right, making you squeeze your eyes shut and tighten the grip on his hair.

“s-san,” you let out. “i’m gonna cum.”

he detaches from you briefly, still finger fucking you. “cum for me, baby, i want to taste you.” he immediately latches back onto you, eating you like his life depends on it.

you feel a wave of pleasure wash over your body, feeling like chills. you’re shaking now, unable to control the sheer amount of bliss your body is experiencing. you moan out to san, coming undone on his tongue. he continues to work at you, allowing you to ride out the entirety of your orgasm.

he finally disconnects from you, pulling out his fingers coated in your essence. he licks them clean, looking up at you with the same look of desire. he stands up, promptly placing his lips on yours in a passionate kiss. you can taste yourself on his fucked-out lips, and it makes it that much hotter. you can hear him fumbling with his belt, and your hands reach down to help. you place your palm over his bulge, it twitching at the contact.

san separates from you, letting out a heavy sigh. he pulls himself out from his underwear, rubbing the tip at your spent pussy. he looks down and lets a string of his spit hit his throbbing cock, spreading it around the expanse of it with his hand. he angles himself into you, and slowly starts pushing in. you gasp at the size, him stretching you out much more than his fingers initially did. he takes it slow, acknowledging the whimpers leaving your lips.

once he’s fully inside, he groans. “god, you’re so fucking tight.”

he watches himself enter you as he starts rolling his hips into you. he places a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you towards him for a messy kiss. he starts to pick up his pace, earning a sharp hiss on his lips in between kisses.

“you feel so good,” he murmurs to you. “i knew you would feel good.”

you moan in response, completely unable to form any words. all you know is that the stretch of his cock is deliciously painful, and the sweet kisses he’s peppering over your neck gives you goosebumps all over. you can’t even believe this is happening right now, that your fantasy of fucking your maintenance man is coming true, and it feels even better than you imagined.

“you wanted this so bad,” san teases, continuing to piston into you. “for me to fuck you like this. you probably imagined it, touching yourself the moment i left.”

and he’s right, you found yourself needy and horny after every visit he made. you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing your vibrator and pretending he was the one fucking you, not yourself. but the feeling of the real thing was much different, much more euphoric. to have his chest heaving in front of you, sweat beading on his temple, desperate energy emanating from his body, saying i want to have all of you.

suddenly, he lifts you from the kitchen counter, holding your thighs firmly with his cock still in you. something about the fact that he can completely hold you up, still bouncing you on him even… you feel like his little play toy that he’s throwing around. he takes you to the bedroom, dropping you down on your bed and landing on top of you.

he wastes no time in sliding back into you, desperate to continue feeling your tight walls around him. his body is hovering over yours, your legs tangled as he thrusts into you. he pecks around your neck, hand ghosting over your throat as if seeking permission. you place your hand over his, allowing him to choke you until you’re lost in a euphoric haze.

his thrusts become more intense and forceful, each stroke sending chills down your spine as his length reaches deeper inside you. you swear you’re shaking the whole bed, the headboard repeatedly slamming against the wall. you’re so clouded by pleasure that you barely even notice he’s fucking you so hard that he’s pushing a dent into the wall from your bed frame.

“i can fix that,” san whispers with a smile, not even bothering to stop.

you let out a chuckle, then press a soft kiss to his lips. his hips begin to slow, as though he’s really taking his time to melt into you, to feel every part of you. he then lifts up to hit a new angle inside you, gripping your waist and slamming your hips into his with powerful, deliberate motions. you move your hand to your clit, feeling your walls tighten around his throbbing cock. your vision blurs, tears starting to well up in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“you gonna cum for me?” san asks, sensing the irregular pulsing of your core. you nod up at him, eyebrows furrowed and lip caught between your teeth. “cum on my cock, baby, let me feel you.”

your orgasm builds to a peak and then cascades over you, sending you into a state of pure bliss. san is still fucking into you, extending your orgasm while still chasing his own. it’s not until his hips begin to falter that you feel him shoot ropes of his cum into you, filling you completely. his moans echo yours, his hips gradually slowing until he finally comes to a stop.

he pulls out of you, falling next to you on the bed. the room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing as it gradually returns to a normal pace. you look at each other, smiling with a shared understanding of the unexpected moment you just experienced. he wraps his arm around you, drawing your head to his chest to where you can hear his heartbeat.

“sooo…” you chuckle softly, pointing at the dent in your wall. “you’re gonna fix that, right?”

san grins, pulling you closer. “i mean, i can, but then i’d have no reason to come back tomorrow.”

“now that i think of it,” you say, chuckling. “i think there’s probably a few more things that could be fixed…”

“anything you need,” he says. “anything.”

a/n: guys this was so fun to write, i hope u enjoyed it too!! something about san lately oml... plz leave feeback as i'm new to writing, and reblog to support me! it motivates me to write more!

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[stuckinapril]

what red flags should i look for in a man?

I actually feel like I’m a good person to ask this question, not bc I’ve had a long healthy relationship or anything, but bc I’ve humored walking red flags way more than I should’ve lmao. Btw this list doesn’t go for just men. It can apply to man, woman, or any human being across the board. Ok so:

When someone tells you they’re not ready for a relationship, BELIEVE THEM. Idc what the reason is. Idc if it’s bc they aren’t that into you or if they have shit going on. They just told u straight up. Appreciate that and just leave. Please. For me.

Piggybacking off that point—listen to people when they tell you who they are in general!!! This was a major 2023 lesson for me. People self-report all the time, whether it be friends or romantic interests. Most people are legitimately incapable of hiding who they really are. Pay attention. Do not ignore the signs, however small. I could’ve saved myself so much trouble if I didn’t just pretend Not to See.

Not consoling you when you need it because “they’re not good with emotions.” This is just an excuse for being lazy. They just don’t wanna put the work into being there for you properly—especially if you’ve already gone through the trouble of communicating this to them.

People who talk the talk but don’t walk the walk. Actions over words. Actions over words always.

Fuck overextended talking stages. If you wanna know more about me, let’s plan something in person. Otherwise you run the risk of getting attached to someone who’s possibly nothing like how they actually are in front of you.

If you’re having to “communicate” extensively with a person like a month in, as in there are lots of miscommunications and misunderstandings and things you don’t like about them or they don’t like about you, I’d probably just drop it. I learned this the hard way last year after burning through a lot of friendships where I found that we didn’t know each other that long at all, but there was already a plethora of problems to work through. This can apply to relationships just as well. If you’re asking a person to change this early in, or they’re asking you to change this early in, it’s probably just not a match.

Mostly talking about themselves. Not asking you anything about yourself in return. Ew.

It takes months to actually know a person’s true nature. That’s typically around the time people start showing their true colors. Ik a lot of people choose to commit like a month in, so just take that as u will.

Fucking competing with you. People who’re incapable of just being happy for other people without inserting themselves into it are insufferable. Immediate next.

This isn’t conscious behavior, and all of us are guilty of it, but people have an innate habit of taking advantage of your fantasies. If they know you’re desperate for their attention, they’ll get lazy (even if they don’t realize it). If they know they’re the object of your desire, they will leverage that to get your benefits without putting in the work. This is like playing cards and immediately showing someone your hand. Do not do that. This isn’t “playing hard to get”—it’s just guarding yourself until you’re sure you can trust the other person.

Not always the case, but a lot of times the way someone’s last relationship ended is pretty telling for how yours will go. ESPECIALLY if they’re not at all remorseful about how the last one went down, lol. You’re not the exception.

People are busy and taking a while to respond is O.K., but if it’s a continuous pattern of them taking forever to reply, it’s probably just a matter of priorities (and you’re not theirs). Sorry.

Pls take the ego out of the talking stage and recognize that love bombing is not flattering. I’ve reprogrammed my brain to where any time someone is doing way too much like three seconds in, I get the ick. I’ve legit dropped guys over this. It’s such a red flag to me. They either don’t have a life, or just are a natural love bomber (who will overwhelm you w compliments and attention only to fizzle out just as quickly), or they know exactly what they’re doing and they’re playing to your ego. Whichever it is, ick. Big ick.

The way they talk about other people is a major tell. This goes for friends and romantic interests. I think a bit of gossip will always be unavoidable, but if someone is liberally trash-talking other people—ESPECIALLY EX-FRIENDS OR EX-PARTNERS—you could literally be next. Anyone who thrives off badmouthing other people / hating on others / just generally not giving others grace doesn’t have exceptions. You’re their focus for now. It could just as easily be you tomorrow.

[mikalara-dracula]

(nsfw-ish) Hiii can you make headcanons for the diaboys when they have a wet dream of their s/o?

💦🥵 When the Diaboys have a wet dream of their s/o—

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Hi there, Anon!

Thank you so much for requesting! I'm very sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to request again anytime. :)

Created with: @liannelara-dracula

Before we get into this scenario, let’s get into some context about it:

Scientifically speaking, wet dreams or sleep orgasms don’t have to necessarily be caused by having erotic dreams.

However, because the Diaboys are not human, I think this applies to them a bit differently.

@liannelara-dracula and I think that because they’re immortal, having wet dreams is ONLY caused by having erotic dreams.

And because an immortal’s senses and feelings are known to be heightened compared to a human’s, let’s just say their wet dreams are a bit, well . . . messy.

And by “messy” we mean to the point where the sheets have a big stain on them.

Anyways, let’s go on to the hcs.

Shu:

He was kinda confused when he woke up because he did not see it coming.

I mean, unexpectedly finding this big stain on his pants and bed?

At first, since you were sleeping next to him, he honestly thought you wet the bed.

Asshole.

It took him a minute to realize that that wasn’t the case and that he was the cause of this mess.

Although, it definitely didn’t stop him from waking you up and accusing you for it.

“See what you did? You couldn’t control yourself.”

“Shut up! You’re the one with wet pants.”

Knowing he couldn’t get you to believe otherwise, he changed subject.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. Just clean the sheets.” He’d say, closing his eyes, attempting to drift off again.

“Shu, you’re not some baby where I have to wipe your ass for you.”

Being the smartass he is, he’d smirk, “Well . . . .”

Knowing he was being an ass, you’d instantly grab a nearby pillow and start hitting him with it, to which he’d just laugh since he’d find your reaction amusing.

Reiji:

He never thought he’d wake up this way.

I mean, wet because of you?

He never saw this coming obviously.

And he was so embarrassed by it.

And to make matters worse, you walked in and he instantly threw a blanket over himself and the bed stain.

"Good morning, Reiji. Did you sleep well?” You’d ask.

In a tense tone, and with the blanket up to his neck, he’d reply, “Yes.”

Noticing that his response seemed off, you questioned, “Are you okay?"

"Of course!" He'd quickly respond, attempting to keep calm under the pressure of keeping you in the dark about this. “Just give me a few minutes, dear.”

“ . . . Okay.” You’d say walking out, giving him his privacy.

Reiji sighed in relief, and couldn’t think straight for the rest of the day.

He found it so hard to be around you and ended up making himself a tea to calm him down.

Dude should’ve smoked a cigarette after that dream lmao. xDD

You kept asking if he was alright since found his behavior to be bit weird, but nevertheless, he just kept to himself.

“Reiji, are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, yes!” He’d reassure, a bit jittery in response despite his collective nature. In hopes of changing the subject and to keep you from asking further questions, he’d deter by keeping you busy. “Now then, let us go for a walk, dear.”

Laito:

Is not bothered by it.

He's had so many wet dreams anyways considering how long he's been around.

But he’s a little sad that what he was dreaming about was over and that it couldn’t continue.

“Aw, what a shame. We could’ve taken things to the next level.”

He even keeps tallies on how many wet dreams he’s had.

"Well, here’s another one to the list."

He even writes about the dreams that caused them.

He’s amused whenever he has one

But unlike some of his brothers, he’s able to get through the day quite normally, almost like it never happened.

Unless of course he saw you for the day and you did something super suggestive, then it takes everything in him to act composed.

He looks forward to the next time it happens and may try to make it happen by fantasizing about you before going to bed.

But honestly, when is he not fantasizing about you?

Kanato:

Finds it to be a pain since he “wet” himself and finds it a bit annoying.

Definitely wants to be alone when having to handle his wet pants and sheets.

Like, if someone knocks on his bedroom door, he yells at them to get lost.

He doesn't even want the servants cleaning it up because he finds it humiliating.

"They're not worthy enough to see this."

Knowing you caused this, he is beyond sexually frustrated and upset at you.

He literally cannot eat sweets without thinking about what happened.

He’ll be in such a grumpy mood that day.

But if you provoke him, he’ll pounce on you instantly.

Ayato:

He didn’t even know it happened, like, he was very much out of it.

He just kept sleeping on it and sooner than later, he finally sat on the edge of his bed, feeling heavy and not ready to take off for night school.

Laito walked in to tell him to get ready for school since they were already running late.

Of course, with Laito being Laito, he noticed Ayato’s state and had to tease him for it.

“Y’know brother, I thought we were much past you wetting the bed.”

“What are you—oh my god!” Until that point, Ayato hadn’t even noticed and it had been pointed out to him.

Embarrassed, he quickly grabbed his uniform, running towards the bathroom to change as he swore to brother, who was only amused by this situation. “This stays between me and you man. No one else can know.”

Subaru:

Oh shit! You were sleeping next to him when it happened

So how does he cover it up?

It’s simple—he can’t!

He turned red af.

He just couldn’t believe it happened, especially with you being right next to him.

Runs into the bathroom to hide himself.

“Subaru, it’s okay. It’s just-,”

“Leave me alone!”

Kino:

Isn't ashamed at all.

In fact, he's just amused that you had this effect on him while unconscious.

"Hey babe, look what you did to me."

Blushing hard, you covered your face, not being able to bear with the situation.

“Kino, please just change.”

Ruki:

Isn’t bothered by it, even if you're there sleeping next to him or not.

Is only going to act on it if you make a big deal about it.

“You keep complaining, but you’re the cause of this. You should be paying for this.” He’d saying coming out of the shower only in a towel.

“But I never said anything! You’re not being fair!”

“Oh really?” He’d say mischviously, pulling his sheet of the bed only to throw it at you to get you “wet.”

“Stop!” You’d yelp as you tried to dodge the wet spot of the sheet from touching you as he laughed.

“Eww! Oh my god, Ruki!” You’d exclaim.

He’d laugh approaching you, “C’mere.”

You’d back away in fear, “No, I don’t trust you!” 

If you're not there, he's gonna be blaming you for it all day long in his mind.

Is going to let you pay for it by leaving you sexually frustrated for the day with some intimate activity he’ll initiate and then abandon, not allowing you achieve satisfaction.

“It’s only fair after what you did to me.”

Kou:

Like Shu, he woke up confused, but quickly realized what had happened.

Recollecting, that dream was steamy, leaving him to comment on it.

“Oh, that explains it.”

Wishes you could see what you did to him.

"Damn, I wish she was here."

Instead, he sent a picture to you about the wet sheets with the caption, “Look what you did to me last night.”

To which would lead you facepalm and leave him on read. xDD

Wants to try out what happened in his dream with you and will flat up try to ask you about it.

“Hey babe, why don’t we-,”

Knowing what he’d want, you’d be quick to deny, “No!”

Yuma:

When he woke up, he was kinda pissed.

Not because he dreamt about you, but because he’d have to clean the sheets since everyone does their own laundry in the Mukami household.

"Ah, shit." He'd hiss, looking at the wet sheets. "I knew I shouldn't of gone to bed thinkin’ of her."

And to his dismay, Kou walked in on him and this scene, and because Kou’s an ass, he has to tease Yuma about it.

“Damn, someone was thinking real hard last night.” He’d joke around.

“Why you!” He’d say, chasing Kou out of his room.

And if it wasn’t Kou who was in his case about this, someone else was bound to.

When Yuma got down to the laundry room, Ruki decided to have his fun because once he saw the sheet Yuma was putting into the washer, he couldn’t help himself.

“I’m surprised you’re washing the sheets earlier this week, Yuma.”

“Yeah, well, they needed a change.” Yuma would say, attempting to the situation up.

“I see. I guess with Y/N on your mind you’re bound to wash them more often.”

Knowing that Ruki had figured it out, Yuma would retort, “Tch!” leaving Ruki to smirk as he walked out of the laundry room.

And knowing Kou, he’d probably have a picture as well of Yuma when he experienced this.

Or, to make matters worse, he’ll just tell you about it when he arrives at school.

“Hey, Y/N, guess what?!” Kou would yell from across the hall.

“You asshole!” Yuma would react, threantening Kou to keep silent, “Shut up before I throw you outta one of these windows!”

Azusa:

He didn’t understand what happened when he woke up.

It took his brothers to explain to him.

“Oh . . . so that’s what . . . it is?” Azusa would comprehend.

Since he was given an explanation, he was happy you were in his thoughts since he finds no better way to sleep.

He hopes he’ll have more of these experiences since they’re centered around his one and only Eve.

"I wonder if . . . she has . . . wet dreams . . . about me? . . . I guess I'll . . . never know."

Carla:

Good lord, what did you do to make him wet?

He covers it up and pretends that it didn't happen.

He cannot live with himself right now.

And if has to see you that day, he’s not ready to face you.

All he can think about is what you two were doing in his dream.

“Carla, are you alright?” You’d ask finding his behavior to be a little off that day.

“The King of Founders is just fine.” He’d assert, ever so calmly.

“Okay, but you’re acting really weird today.”

“How is that?”

“Well, you seem tense.” Based on this, you further offered, “Do you want a massage?”

Just thinking of your touch on him was enough to make him lose his composure, so he’d refuse despite wanting one.

“No, no, it’s fine, really.”

And if you by any chance do something that turns him on, he’s not gonna be composed anymore.

He’ll give up and try to get you to the bed, or will just take you on a random surface.

Shin:

He blames you 100% and doesn’t care if you find it embarrassing.

Given how the morning is starting off between you both, he isn’t going to let it go.

“The one who should be complaining is me, after all it is uncomfortable to be left with such thoughts.”

“No, what’s worse is knowing just how deep your mind travels to something like that!” You’d argue, blushing at the thought.

“You should be honored that you were in my thoughts, love.” He’d smirk, making you shocked as you’d throw a pillow at him. 

“I would be if it was in the sense of sentiment!” You’d retort, looking away.

“But making love to you is sentimental, even in my dreams.” He’d tease leaning closer to you, leaving you to blush harder as he laughed.

Not being able to take it much longer, you’d try changing the subject, “Would you just clean up already?!”

[amorisxx]

“Going Native” trope and idealizing the “other world” in The Owl House

I’m surprised that Luz’s obsession with becoming a witch wasn’t ever seen as offensive by anyone on the Isles. Like the witches on the boiling isles are shown to be born that way and it’s kinda odd how Luz shows up with her own biases and preconceived notions about witches and immediately applies them to Eda and others.

It’s like someone showing up to a remote village only having read about the people but having simultaneously romanticized their culture. Maybe it’s my sociology/anthropology major brain interpreting it that way lmao but that’s a big no no when it comes to interacting with another culture.

I know Eda tells her she’s wearing a dirty traffic cone on her head in the second episode when she dresses up in the stereotypical witch attire. But other than that, I don’t recall her getting much flack for her behavior. (Unless we’re including Amity saying she’s not a witch but I feel like that was more about Amity’s personal gripe with Luz)

I think this is an example of the “going native” trope where the protagonist fully immerses themselves in the new world that they’ve been thrust into. Think Anne Boonchuy in Amphibia (specifically her connection to Wartwood) or even more so, Jake Sully becoming one of the Na’vi in Avatar. However, I think TOH is an underdeveloped example of the trope because the show’s narrative barely examines Luz’s journey from outsider to respectable member of the Boiling Isles.

Basically, Luz encountered such little obstacles when it came to being accepted in the isles and I feel like that was so unrealistic. It’s like no one cares that she’s a human at all. It’s completely different from how Anne was treated in Amphibia. She was considered a monster for most of season one, which was funny, but also interesting because it made her character development stand out all the more when the townspeople eventually considered her one of their own.

I guess what bothers me is that the show didn’t really demonstrate Luz earning her position in the boiling isles, which I feel like is important when it comes to considering oneself part of a culture that has been stereotyped and put down. And especially since she ended up being their savior against Belos.

Plus, Luz treating their everyday lives like a fantasy come true feels sorta icky. I feel like that was okay at first, but I never got the feeling that the novelty ever wore off. At some point, Luz should’ve began to acknowledge the boiling isles as just another place and not some fantasy world where she could escape from reality.

[eoieopda]

menace (pjm) - pt. i

Just because you hate him doesn't mean you can't fuck him.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Kim!Reader Type: 1/6 (Mini-Series) ⇢ Next Chapter | Masterlist Word Count: 1.8K Summary: Your shithead brother, Seokjin, is throwing his annual Valentine's Day party. You didn't want to go in the first place - and now his shithead friend, Jimin, is responsible for getting you there. Content: Smut (18+ - DON'T TEST ME, MINORS); Seokjin's younger sister AU; fuck buddies that hate each other; mean!Jimin; brat!Reader; spanking and one (1) pussy slap; degradation; v fingering; orgasm denial; ✨ t e n s i o n ✨ A/N: I've been marinating on this idea for a minute, so I figured why not try it on Valentine's Day with no prior warning? Jade chooses violence, always. I dedicate this to my wife, @jihopesjoint, because she deserves a Jimin fic for once, lmao. Tagging: @borahae-k @i-purple-buff-bunni @pamzn @myimaginationsrunningwild @nonbinary-demonbrat @mgthecat @btschimeyplanet @jaejoontrashpanda @taebaelove @cyanide-mustard @xjoonchildx @jkoofier (couldn't tag)

“Stop gawking.”  

Your tone was flat, and your eyes were fixated on your own reflection as you fussed with your eyeliner. It had been made abundantly clear to Seokjin that you wanted nothing to do with this party, but your brother never listened. It’s tradition, he’d whined, the reservation has already been made.  

“I mean it. Fuck off.”

You broke the eye contact you’d been maintaining with yourself and glanced over your reflection’s shoulder. Standing and smirking near the door, Park Jimin cocked his head to the side. 

Far and away the worst of your brother’s friends, you added Jimin’s presence in your life to the long list of grievances you held against Seokjin. Other notable entries on that list were: Seokjin shirking off his promise to drive you to the club; asking Jimin to sub in on his behalf; and failing to inform you of the lineup change because he knew you'd kill him with advanced notice.  

On Jimin’s list of infractions — among many, many other things — was his refusal to let you finish getting ready at home. He was insufferable and impatient, but he was your last resort. Knowing this, he'd forced you to hurriedly pack up your cosmetics, which meant you had to finish applying them in the club’s green room.

That motherfucker. 

“Are they uneven on purpose?” Jimin scrunched up his nose in feigned confusion, gesturing back and forth between your black wings.  

You glanced at him briefly before returning your gaze to the task at hand. “Is there really nothing better you could be doing right now? Laying down in the middle of an intersection, perhaps?” 

“Here I was, thinking you’d be grateful for the attention. This is your second consecutive Valentine’s Day alone, isn’t it? Poor girl.” Jimin cooed.

When you didn’t turn to acknowledge him the way he expected, you heard footfalls approaching ominously from behind.  

“Attention’s what you want, isn’t it? Looking downright desperate in this fucking dress.” Jimin’s palm collided harshly with your ass cheek through the fabric of that fucking dress, fingers digging in and daring you to bruise.

He should’ve known by now what you could and couldn’t take; but if he’d somehow forgotten, your lack of reaction would serve as a necessary reminder. After all, not far from his grip was the bite mark he’d left you with last week. 

What is this — amateur hour? 

Your bored expression — blinking idly back at him in the mirror — incensed him and you knew it. Jimin’s frustration with you was palpable, never-ending, and wholly reciprocated. It vibrated off him, echoed off you, and trapped you in a perpetual fever pitch. It'd been like this for months, and you got the feeling that it’d stay this way until one of you cracked and tapped out. 

It sure as shit won't be me.

Eventually, his hand left you. Jimin himself, however, did not. He stayed put behind you and said nothing; simply watching in silence as you smoked out your lower lash-line with deep, matte brown. His expression was indecipherable, but undeniably focused.

You wondered if part of him relished moments like this. If — in the rare quiet where you weren’t fighting or fucking — he felt at peace. He certainly looked that way, but not for long.

You never let the dust settle, though; never let him get too comfortable, or think he was truly welcomed. You ruined it with pleasure, always, by opening your mouth and saying something sharp.  

Then, he’d do or say something cruel in response with the sole purpose of pissing you off. And then that toxic carousel would keep on turning. Around and around and around you went, each silently satisfied that the other was still spinning, too. 

Finally allowing Jimin to know that you’d caught him staring, you rolled your eyes. “How about, instead of leering at me, you go find Seokjin and make unsolicited observations about his love life? There’s plenty wrong there to keep you occupied.” 

He smirked, just slightly, still refusing to acknowledge the fact that he liked your sense of humor.  

“Or —” You drawled, painting your lashes black with mascara. “You could find someone to fuck that actually enjoys your presence. Statistically speaking, there has to be somebody for you.” 

When he turned on his heel and headed for the door, you expected that he was storming off. You didn’t look up, unaffected by his near-constant theatrics. That boy was entirely too dramatic, and if the one thing he wanted was your attention, he wasn’t going to get it.  

But instead of hearing the door fly open and then slam shut, you heard the lock engage. The faint, metallic click from across the room sent your heart into the seat of your throat. Soon enough, he was pressed against the back of you, hot breath causing your pulse to sprint. 

Jimin plucked the tube of mascara from your fingers, earning a glare. “This isn’t waterproof, is it?” he asked with a frown, eyes scanning the label. They flicked up to you and saw the unasked question on the tip of your tongue.  

“Because I’m going to make you cry.” His tone was matter of fact as his rough hand slid up the length of your spine to the space between your shoulders. Pinned with your cheek pressed into the countertop, you gasped. You immediately regretted that small concession. 

You couldn’t see Jimin's expression, but you knew without a doubt that he was sneering. He quickly gathered the short length of your dress in one hand, which he held tight at the small of your back. Even more harshly, his hands grabbed at the waistband of your thong. He dragged it down in one swift movement, well-practiced but never gentle.

The force of it all caused your cheekbone to dig harder into the countertop. You winced as it smarted, but inwardly, you loved it. Jimin would never hear you say as much, though.

Your underwear dropped unceremoniously around your ankles, leaving your center completely exposed and on-display. A loud smack erupted as his hand collided with the previously corrupted skin of your ass, undoubtedly leaving a fully formed handprint where he’d struck you. You hissed through gritted teeth, but the sting was quickly muted when he grabbed a handful of your delicate cheek, fingertips pinching hard. 

When he spanked you again, it wasn’t on the doughy flesh of your ass; it was your unsuspecting, already-aching cunt. Your mouth fell open and a whimper tumbled out. To your dismay, he removed his hand quickly and held it in front of your face.

“Do you see how fucking wet you are?” Jimin scoffed with fluorescent light glinting off his slicked fingers. “Already a mess, and I’ve barely touched you. You’re pathetic — you know that, right?” 

You mumbled your reply, but with your cheek pressed hard against the counter, you knew it was incomprehensible. He cocked his head once more in that arrogant, impossible way he always did. 

“Didn’t catch that, princess,” he said dryly. His hand spread under your jaw and gave you no choice but to look at him. “One more time, with feeling.” 

Insolence building in the pit of your stomach, you narrowed your eyes at him. Loud and clear, you bit back, “I said, you’re right. You’ve barely touched me, princess.” 

Judging by his flushed face, you had him feral. Good.  

Jimin grabbed your wrists and pulled you flush against his chest. One arm slid under yours, crossed diagonally across your heaving chest, and gripped the strap of your dress. His hold forced you up on your tiptoes, while his other hand forced your legs further apart. 

“Such a fucking brat,” Jimin growled against your neck, teeth then nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear. There was a brief flicker of amusement in his darkened eyes when your low moan escaped you. It quickly dissolved into involuntary mewling as his tongue flicked out to spread its heat over the marks he’d left there. “You want to be punished so badly, but I don’t think you can take it.” 

Your voice was breathy, weightless, but there was unwavering defiance in your words. “Try me.” 

Jimin had no choice but to respond to your challenge by dragging his fingers down the soft skin of your pelvis; the coolness of his rings left goosebumps in their wake. As his middle finger dipped down to your clit, you willed your knees not to buckle.  

“Eyes up,” He ordered, his laser-focused stare ricocheting off the mirror to you. When you rolled them instead, he pushed his long digit into you without warning. You jolted, wavering on your tiptoes for a moment until you were steadied by the forearm across your torso. “Eyes up.” 

You blinked, stunned, at your reflection. The hand gripping the strap of your dress dropped to the already hardened nipples peaking through the thin fabric above them. It was impossible to focus on the way he pinched at each of them, or the way he rolled them between his thumb and index finger, because his middle finger was curling against the spongy spot inside of you at an unforgiving pace. 

“You’ll need more than one if you intend to take all of me,” Jimin hummed deviously in your ear. “Have you earned two?” 

You nodded, turning to putty in his hands as he continued to abuse your g-spot. 

“Stupid girl,” Jimin clicked his tongue, then ordered, “Speak.” 

“Give it to me,” You spat, though the fight left you as soon as his ring finger slid into your weeping hole. It worked in tandem with his middle finger, scissoring and stretching you open. And then that goddamn thumb pushed hard into your clit, flicking at it cruelly.  

You were teetering on the edge of oblivion with white hot heat building in your core, and pleasured tears welling up in your eyes; but you were relentlessly bold. “Harder.” 

Jimin smirked as you rutted your hips against his hand. He let out another dry, damning laugh, and then he did the unforgivable: He pulled his digits out of you mere moments before your orgasm could crash over you like a wave.  

You scowled at him through the mirror, but you were thankful he couldn’t see the way your hammering heart dropped dead on the floor of your chest.  

“I hate you,” You seethed, panting. “Fucking menace.”

Jimin placed a chaste kiss on your temple, in total juxtaposition to how roughly you normally treated each other. “If I recall correctly, you told me to fuck off,” He murmured against your skin. The hand that abandoned you whispered down the length of your neck, then disappeared off the slope of your shoulder. “So, I’m off.”

When he sauntered over to the door, you were too furious to say anything. In fact, your jaw was clenched tightly enough to crack teeth. It only got worse when he called out over his shoulder with a lazy wave of his hand, “Fix your face. I warned you about that mascara.”

[pink-valkyrie-writes]

Hi kore! I wanted to see what you could come up with for this request! I have been thinking about this for a while! How would Mercy, Kiriko, and Moira react to finding out that their s/o has been hiding getting hurt during missions?

Doesn’t want to tell them because being healer can be exhausting and doesn’t want to add onto the work? How they find out can be up to you! Feel free to ignore.

-Nex

omg thank you for the request! Healers are always running around doing the best job they can. I love every support main <3 we are the strongest ever LMAO.

How Mercy, Kiriko, and Moira react to their s/o hiding their injuries from them

Mercy

-Angela could read you like a book, no matter the situation

-After much prodding and asking you to tell her what's wrong, you finally crack

-She would think your joking, the both of you got home hours ago. She would've noticed your injury by now

-You proceeded to show her how much pain you were in and how you can't really move your right arm, stating it was out of it socket or something was torn out of place

-Angela was quick to put to your rescue, frantically grabbing supplies she keeps in your shared medical cabinet while quietly rambling to herself about what you need

-She sat you on the toilet in your shared bathroom, checking to see what the problems really is. She found out it was simply popped out of place. Angela told you take a deep breath as she popped it right back in place

-You hissed out in slight pain but you can move it again! Angela applied some muscle relaxer cream around your shoulder area

-When you went to thank her, she had a disappointed look on her face with her arms crossed over her chest, "Liebling, why the hell wouldn't you tell me you were hurt?"

-Oh no...she brought out the 'disappointed mom voice'. You sighed as you explained that she is always healing your fellow teammates and you didn't want to add to her stress. You thought you could wait it out and try to the problem you had, also you mentioned since there was no blood, she wouldn't know

-The more you explained, the more shock showed on her face. By the end she was shaking her head and she bent down, holding your hands, "Y/n, you are my main priority, not matter what. You should never be afraid of telling that you're hurt.." She placed a hand on your cheek, "You are my everything, I never want you to hide your injuries from me again. Even if I am busy, I will always make time for you."

Kiriko

-Your girlfriend always has an eye on you. No matter how many people crowd her and swarm her, she is constantly watching you

-You, Kiriko and her gang of vigilantes came back to the shared hide out. They call cheered as they came back from a successful mission, and because you this is your first victory with them!

-Though all seems well, Kiriko senses something with you is off. She sees that your smiling but you keep shifting yourself on time side and sees a slight limp when you walk

-“Excuse me guys, babe, can I talk to you alone?” she asked, grabbing your hand gently and pulling you away from the group. With this, she also feels how you try to walk normally but you grip her hand everytime you walk

-“What’s going on? You’re limping like a hurt deer, did something happen when we were out?” she asked. You nodded and explained how you did have time to tell her you sprained your ankle since you were all just trying to get back to base

-She propped your hurt leg on top her lap and placed one of her healing ofuda on your ankle. You immediately feel relief and smile at her

-She sighs, “Babe, if you were hurting you should’ve told me right away. I know we were in a rush but I also can’t have my baby hurt, alright?” she stated, leaning in to give you a kiss <3

Moira

-There is no hiding from this woman. She already knows before you could even hide it

-Moira is a observant and looks at everything and everyone with a close eye. But since you are her partner, she looks at you with a magnifying glass.

-Talon had come back from a successful mission. Everyone was excited and relived to get home and recuperate from this mission

-You clutched your side, something hurt and breathing was harder but you couldn’t tell what it was. You figured since Moira was busy you could wait it out

-Until Moira snuck behind you, “Dear, you’re hurt…” She said as you jumped to turn around and face her. She sighed as she brought you back to her lab for privacy

-“Sit on my desk, we’ll figure this out..” She mumbled as you say down. She listen to your heart beat and breathing, have you lift up your uniform to expose your torso. As much as you wanted to blush, you know she was serious and not trying to be intimate

-“Hmm…It seems one of your ribs are out of place, let me help you,” she whispered to you, positioning your body so the rib will be able to snap back in place

- She tried to quick as possible so your pain isn’t there but you still cried out in pain. She shushed you as she sprayed her you with her healing stream from her hand

-You sighed in relief, “We’re too going to tell you you were hurting?…or try to wait it out,” she asked, looking deep into your eyes. This was a tactic of hers to makes sure she is getting the truth

-“I wanted to wait till you were done, you had so many people to go through-“ she cut you off, “I could care less about them. You are my number one priority, if you came to me you would’ve been the first to be healed.” She held you hand and raised it up to kiss your knuckles, “You’re strong, but not that strong to ignore pain that bad…Please, don’t be afraid like the others…Come to me”

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Thank you for reading!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated! <3 :)

[a11eya]

Are you still doing the mash-up game requests? If not, my bad for missing it! But if you are, could I humbly request 53 + 85? With any of the following (I know you've already done a bunch of these, so I figure you might be burnt out on some of the guys and want to pick) :

Mezo Shoji, Shouto, Kiri, Denki, or Sero?

hi error! this is such a late reply, but i was so excited to see a non-bakugou request (lmao) that i really wanted to do it!! thank you for sending it in ahhh. was so happy to write for sero. please enjoy this fanart by @ moosaicc on twitter for a visual of sero to accompany your reading 💞

for the fanfic trope mashup game!

53. Mutual Pining + 85. Innocent Physical Contact 💖 Sero Hanta x Reader

Your shoulders shoot up to your ears as you hear your name called. Sighing quietly, bracing yourself, you turn.

“Hi Cellophane.”

“I told you to call me Sero!” Sero says, smiling. “You’re always so formal! I thought we were friends.”

“Oh no, I—” You nearly bite your tongue fumbling over your words, trying to explain yourself, but decide to change the subject before you say something embarrassing. “What can I do for you?”

“So you know how I was up north for that mission, out in the sticks?”

“Yes. I heard it went well. Great work, as usual,” you say, smiling at him. You wish you could tell him the things you’re too shy to tell him: I’m happy you’re back. Welcome home.

Sero pauses a moment, blinking at you. His smile returns. “Thanks!”

He’s so handsome when he smiles, it hurts. Ahhhh.

“Anyway, someone was an idiot—” He gives you a look and sticks a thumb at himself. “—and forgot to bring bug spray with him, so he’s covered in bites in some awkward-to-reach places. Would you mind helping a guy out?”

You try not to let your expression change as your mind races. What places? Why you? But you don’t have it in you to refuse.

“Of course. How can I help?”

“Great!” He grabs your hand and pulls you along, towards the break room.

You try not to think too hard about his hand in yours.

The break room’s remarkably empty for this time of day, but you chalk it up to the increased amount of crime in the past month. The summer heat’s brought temperatures up to a boil, and tempers are hot too, so the agency’s been busy.

“The doc gave me this stuff to put on the bug bites,” Sero says, handing you a large tube of cream. He grabs one of the kitchen table chairs and reverses it, sitting so the backrest is to his chest.

“I’m going to take off my shirt, okay?” he says, glancing back at you. “The bites I can’t reach are on my back.”

“Okay,” you say, willing your voice not to betray your nerves. 

Sero grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head, mussing the hair he has pulled up in a half-bun. For a second, your brain just stops.

Sero’s all lean muscle, his back and arms defined from the hero work he does. As he crosses his arms over the top of the chair’s back, you watch as muscle shifts, the way his dark hair falling across the nape of his neck contrasts against his skin. 

Fuck. You really should’ve said no. 

“Thanks for doing this for me,” Sero says. “I was tempted to just spread the cream all over the floor or something and roll around in it, but then my brain kicked in.”

That surprises a laugh out of you, and Sero turns his head to grin at you.

“No worries,” you tell him. “Happy to help.”

Now that you’re not distracted by his smile, his wide shoulders, you study his back and bite your bottom lip. Those bugs really did eat him alive. He has several bites scattered across his skin, and they’re angry, raised bumps surrounded by red splotches. You feel itchy just looking at him.

Squeezing a pea-sized amount onto your finger, you dab at the first bite you see, near the center of his back.

He shivers.

“Sorry,” you say. “I know the cream’s cold.”

“Brrrr,” he says, and you grin. He’s so cute you want to squeeze him.

You’re careful and thorough applying the cream, trying not to let your eyes wander too long or let your touch be too indulgent. Before long, you’re finished.

“Done,” you say, patting his back. 

As you stand to go wash your hands, you miss the way Sero’s eyes follow you, soft, lingering.

[tcwmatchmakingau]

the two of us (against the world)

Pairing: Wolffe x f!Reader, Reader insert

Rating: Mature (implications of sexual activity, so minors DNI)

Word Count: 2k

A. N. : aka Boost and Sinker set up the commander, and get clowned on by you and him lmao. as my url suggests, i am a wolffe girlie through and through. i love my grumpy man but my take is that the grumpiness would be a shield for his nerves in this situation. this is my second fic ever! pls let me know what you think <3 i love this au and all the other creators who are submitting their work! props to the team running this blog too!!!

Content Warnings: very mild sexual harassment of clones (for practical joke purposes)

Boost and Sinker were two of the most honourable troopers in the GAR. Except when it came to the personal life of their dear Commander Wolffe.

“BOOST! SINKER! What the hells did you two di’kuts do?”

Snickers echoed in the 104th barracks as Wolffe came storming through the door. As he rounded the corner, Boost and Sinker rose to attention, stifling their laughter.

“Sorry, sir, not sure what this is in reference to.” Boost replied calmly, staring straight ahead.

“What this is in reference to, trooper, is this message outlining the details of my DATE tomorrow evening.” Wolffe shoved his datapad into Boost’s armoured chest.

“Congratulations, sir.” Sinker said, daring to make eye contact with Wolffe.

“We’re very happy for you, commander. The rest of the pack will be glad to hear it too.” Boost added. Wolffe was practically purple in the face.

“Well, thanks for that, troopers. In your excitement, I assume you’ve forgotten that my officer credentials can view the holonet access logs, you absolute shabuirs.” The troopers eyes’ widened as Sinker swatted Boost.

“I told you we should’ve used someone else’s!”

Boost only smirked, “In that case, sir, we may as well come clean. Sinker and I… We submitted an application to a matchmaking service on your behalf, sir.” Wolffe pinched the bridge of his nose with gloved fingers.

“I’m going to put you both on latrine duty for the rest of your kriffing service.”

Boost returned the datapad and tried to reason with his brother, “You can’t back out and disappoint this poor girl, commander! She’s expecting you.” Sinker nodded in agreement.

“I have better things to do with my time than go on dates.” Wolffe enunciated the last word with disgust. Sinker rolled his eyes.

“Come on, sir, we know you have your fun, but the war is ending. It’s time to find someone to enjoy life with.”

Boost’s face lit with excitement. “Yeah! Sinker’s right. We get to do that now! That’s what this whole matchmaking thing is for!”

Wolffe paused, attempting to suspend his anger for a second. The boys had somewhat of a point, as half-baked their attempt at secrecy may have been. Wolffe had earned a reputation for himself as a perennial playboy, always entertaining one-night flings, but never forming more than a physical connection. Begrudgingly, he acknowledged that his brothers had applied for a match on his behalf out of kindness, and not just for entertainment.

“Fine. Whatever I have to do to get you two off my back about this.”

Wolffe’s stomach threatened to betray him, as he sat waiting for his date on the patio of the most renowned Alderaanian restaurant in the upper levels of Coruscant. The day had trickled by, as he meandered through his administrative work in anticipation of the evening’s events. He had only ever experienced one other situation that could be classified as a date via technicality, because his companion had wanted a late-night bite on the way home from making out in a booth in 79s. Lost in the memory of that night, trying to keep it from meshing with so many others, he almost missed when you exited the speeder cab on the platform in front of the restaurant. Almost, but not quite.

You were breath-taking, to put it lightly. Wolffe silently cursed Boost, Sinker, himself, and whatever gods happened to be listening for allowing him to be put in this situation. He braced himself as you walked through the entrance and a waiter escorted you towards him. Wiping his hands down the front of his thighs, he smoothed out his dress greys and stood to greet you.

You blushed as you neared the table, taking in the sight of your date. Wolffe’s mind raced with anxiety: were you intimidated by his cybernetic eye? Had you recognized him? Did you know about his reputation? Perhaps one of his brothers would be better suited for you. Someone less damaged, physically and emotionally.

He tried to shake that thought as you reached the table. He greeted you with your name, as you took your seat across from him.

“Yes. Commander Wolffe, is that right?” You followed with a small, tight-lipped smile.

“Just Wolffe is fine.” He said quickly, if a little gruff.

As you settled at the table, you tried to make polite conversation.

“So… You’re a commander? What’s that been like?”

He froze. He wasn’t used to companions — civilians — inquiring about his work. Frankly, it was a mood killer. Especially when it came to the missions Wolffe had (barely) survived.

“Uh, yes. It’s… demanding.” He decided he would spare you the literal gory details.

You broke eye contact, choosing to focus on the menu in front of you. “Oh, of course.” A beat of silence passed. “You and your brothers are probably excited that the war is winding down?”

Again, this was not what he expected to discuss tonight. He was off his game, trying to keep his typical urges to flirt in check. You weren’t a conquest in the dark booths of 79s, you were a proper date in this proper restaurant. Wolffe figured that tonight warranted a certain level of decorum from him.

“Yes. I- We look forward to it.” Did he? What’s a soldier to do without a war to fight? He furrowed his brow in thought.

“Ah. Glad to hear it.” Another small smile graced your lips. He thought about how lovely they would feel, how soft they would be. You continued to study the menu intently. “Have you eaten Alderaanian food before? This menu is huge, I’m not really sure what I want.”

Kriff. He could count on one hand the number of times he had eaten non-GAR issued meals, let alone in a proper establishment with a menu.

“No, I haven’t.” Wolffe kept his eyes down, trying to make sense of what the menu entailed.

As if the gods above were showing mercy, the waiter approached your table, ready to take your orders. You decided on their chef’s feature, and an Alderaanian wine. Your expression conveyed to the waiter they could be generous with their pour. Wolffe ordered the same dish and a glass of water. He didn’t trust his nerves enough to not be operating at 100% sobriety. Once the waiter departed, he excused himself to the fresher. After a quick self-pep-talk, Wolffe was back to the table.

When he returned, he contemplated how long he had been gone for. The waiter was currently trading glasses with you, handing off what looked like your third glass of wine. He paid it no mind and sat down, neatly tucking his napkin over his lap, as he learned was proper table manners from some video on the holonet. Another waiter approached with your dinners. From what Wolffe could distinguish, it looked like some carved roast meat with a side of vegetables in assorted colours.

The two of you began to each take polite bites of your dishes. After a minute of eating together in silence, you downed a long sip of wine. You cleared your throat, keeping your face expressionless.

“When you were in the fresher, did you have the chance to remove the stick from your ass?”

Wolffe choked on the piece of food in his mouth. Collecting the napkin from his lap to clear his throat, he struggled to regain composure. “What?!”

“You heard me, Wolffe.” You narrowed your eyes, a devilish glint behind them. “Or are you always this much of a grouch?” Snorting, and obviously pleased with your outburst, you returned to your wine glass.

He rubbed the back of his neck, a small flush growing across his face. “I-I’m sorry. I’m usually… Well, I guess I usually am. I’m sorry if I’ve been rude this evening though. I just, I don’t do this. Or rather, I haven’t done this.” He motioned his hand between the two of you.

“Hm. Good to know it’s not just me then.” You took another bite of food. “Um, maybe a silly question, but why sign up for matchmaking if you’re not keen to date?”

“Truthfully, some of my di’kut brothers set me up. Submitted my profile to the matchmaking service. Said I needed to find someone.” He scoffed, picking at his meal.

“Ahhh, I see. So, you’re here on a pity date with me.” His eyes widened as you gave an over-exaggerated pout.

“No! I- I’m not! You- you’re beautiful. Gods, I’m sorry. I’m just -”

“Nervous?” He nodded. You giggled, “Yeah, I can tell, commander.” His title on your lips was heaven. “I’m nervous too. Guess that’s why I needed so much liquid courage.” You gestured to your now empty glass. “So, Wolffe, tell me about these di’kut brothers of yours.” The Mando’a word sounded foreign coming from you, but he relished any chance to hear the sound of your voice.

He smirked. “Boost and Sinker. I’m going to have to find a way to get back at them.”

“Hmm… Interesting.” A mischievous look flashed across your face. “I think I want in on this.”

“Hey, Boost, did you get Wolffe’s comm too?” Sinker called out as he walked into the empty barracks.

“Hello, handsome.” You were posed, still in your dinner clothes, on what Wolffe had indicated was Sinker’s bunk.

“Uhhhh, who are you?” He looked around, finding no one to help him make sense of your presence. “Civvi- Uh, civilians aren’t permitted inside GAR barracks, ma’am.”

“Oh, I think I got turned around. I’m looking for an officer… Wolffe?” You gave Sinker your best ditzy, sympathetic, puppy-eyed pout.

“You- you’re the commander’s date?” Panic raised in his voice.

You proceeded, voice dripping in disappointment and desire, “I don’t know where he went… But it’s been so long since I’ve been satisfied. Are you up to the task, trooper?” Tilting your head, you eyed him up and down.

“Uh-um… I- I, Yes I am, I just, I don’t think we should… Weren’t, weren’t you supposed to be with Commander Wolffe this evening, ma’am?” Sinker sputtered as he tried to avoid looking at you, looking at him, seducing him from his bunk.

“Sinker, who are you talking to in here, vod? Everyone’s down in the mess. What-” Boost stopped in his tracks as he took in the scene before him. “Who’s this pretty lady?” Boost raised an eyebrow suggestively.

Wolffe’s patience had run out just then, as he decided to step out from his private quarters.

“Troopers! What is this civilian doing inside GAR facilities?”

All the blood drained from their faces.

“Both of you. OUT! NOW! THAT’S AN ORDER!” Wolffe barked.

“Yes, sir!” They chorused, scrambling to exit the room, door swooshing shut behind them.

“Oh, my gods, did you see the looks on their faces?” You practically fell off the bunk in laughter.

Wolffe approached, a sly smile evidence of his content with the little act you had both put on. “I did. Very good work. I bet you could make a name for yourself as an undercover operative.”

Hopping off the bed, you stood to meet his intense gaze. “Hm… Maybe. I don’t want to operate with anyone else, though. Especially under covers.”

He smirked, rolling his eyes, “Come here, you.”

Wolffe’s arms circled your waist, pulling you into a crushingly firm embrace. Head tilted up towards him, you couldn’t help but smile. “We make a pretty good team, huh?”

He chuckled, bringing a hand to stroke the back of your hair. “Sure do, mesh’la.”

He lowered his face to yours, capturing your lips with his, as he had wanted all night.

[the1975attheirverybest]

my god i respect you so much. it always makes me so sad when people blindly support someone whether it be Taylor Swift or Harry Styles or whoever. refusing to allow space for criticism is so incredibly unhealthy and scary. in my opinion it actually dilutes your love for that person and makes you seem a lot less genuine. I love Matty to death but im not afraid to disagree with or be disappointed in him. When i support him its cause I mean it. also this women is literally an eco-terrorist and her fans dgaf i dont get it are they all conservatives or is the cognitive dissonance that severe? anyways Bisan should’ve been person of the year

AWWW BESTIE! That means a lot coming from you! A shy enjoyer of your blog. Lmao.

Yeah, I will say, this is starting to increasingly apply to Harry Styles for me as well. Like, Mr. Treat People With Kindness has nothing to say about genocide? Just wants to sell disgusting smelling perfume and capitalize off the girlies projecting a perfection version of their fantasies onto him. Yall know im a Harry Stan. But lost respect for him fr.

Yes, I think that maybe the 1975 has ruined pop music for me. Because with Matty, I know I can have good faith arguments with his stance. Whether I agree or disagree. Whether he’s done something shitty or iconic I know that he believes in it and he did it because he was taking a stand and there’s substance behind it. Idk, but the older i get, the more important this kind of thing is for me in the art that I consume.

[ramonathinks]

Last postttt honestly and seriously but i feel like this needs to be said because this is just pure mean girl behavior! Only posting this because of the unnecessary comment that she posted and the shady posts from her mutual as well. As stated in this post, i never accused her of stealing anything… read the post: “i don’t want to be accused of copying… i should’ve wrote it in 2022” now explain how that sound like any implications. even in the screenshot that i showed on my account, it was in a draft and not posted. the day before i posted this i literally asked a mutual about writing something if someone else was doing it and while they said yeah, EYE just didn’t want anyone to accuse me of copying, since i have to keep repeating that fact, which was why i made the post just expressing how i felt.

But regardless of the situation I mainly felt like I need to clear my name because while i never said anything bad about dej this is what im being met with…

Not to mention the goon squad of several people who aren’t in the conversation yet inserting themselves and wondering why im not replying or getting annoyed by the dms they’re sending me or just overall annoyed by the conversation. everyone wants me to hear her out and everyone wanna take her side rather than when i said that wasn’t the case? and trying to force an apology out of me or whatever in an attempt to make me ‘admit’ where i was wrong when the post wasn’t worded in any way that gave malicious intentions.

Then I messaged her like everyone begging me to do because now instead of talking about the situation she’s talking about me and now im blocked (even though i admit i was rude but i don’t like it when people try to come for my character), messaged her mutual as well and got no response even though since i sent the message it has shown she was active lol. But either way if it was a problem just as she said i could’ve dm’ed her about it (which i never felt the need to because it wasn’t shady or messy, or anything against her so it wasn’t no reason for that.), but the same applies to me if not more so because i didn’t have no intentions on her getting hate but it seems as that’s what she wanted to do to me lmao like if she told me in private about how she felt about the post or the hate she was getting then that would’ve been one thing because i never said i was feeling some type of way about the concept just that i wanted to do it a while ago and didn’t want to be accused of copying HER never once was what i said “shady” “messy” or “tacky” but her responses are ! if anyone is victimizing themselves in this conversation it’s her because if you are feeling some type of way about someone it’s your choice to confront that person but making a public statement when all i said was i didn’t want to be accused of copying you is messy in what sense?? like how do you read that as shady at all?? & how am i victimizing myself for defending myself against you and several people? and even when i said that wasn’t my intention, it was crickets! no deletion of the post, no anything because it’s not like im asking for an apology. i said it wasn’t my intention and that was it after that the conversation should’ve been over yet you and your mutual are posting shady stuff or bashing me like girl??

Plus I don’t have anyone publicly defending me besides the two mutuals who reblogged my post and im basically getting jumped like hello! I had to turn my mailbox completely off, when at first it was turned off just for anons. I had to turn my DMs off so that only people i follow can message me because your weirdo supporters are harassing me. If you’re against someone being harassed why would you in turn allow this to happen to me like make it make sense!

[boobo13cambridge]

Release Schedule: The Summer We Were Young | Kylian Mbappé

Hello, girlies! Voici the release schedule for my little summer fic ☀️⛱️ I'm super excited for this one cuz the main character features a South Asian baddie named Naaz.

This fic is quite dear to me because I've never seen fanfic where the main character is of South Asian descent and I wanted to take one for the team and write one

Compared to the other fic, this one is much lighter and has more of a summer vibe and I might finish this before the other one lmao.

I hope you guys enjoy this story and I can't wait to see you guys as we walk read through Naaz and Kylian's epic summer romance ❤️❤️‍🔥

P.S. The chapter titles are inspired by Justin Timberlake's song Summer Love.

Chapter One. Ridin' in the drop-top with the top down

May 2, 2023

Naaz loses her shit and books a one-way flight to Nice. Maybe she should’ve thought this through a bit more?

PSG wins the Ligue 1 title but Kylian can’t seem to muster up the strength to join in the festivities. So, without telling anyone, he leaves for the South. Maybe he should’ve told his mom?

Chapter Two. Tell me where you're from, what you do, what you like

May 7, 2023

Naaz realizes she never wants to leave this paradise so spontaneously decides to apply for a work visa. Reality check: it’s not that easy. And who the hell is this weirdo who keeps staring at her from the opposite balcony?

Kylian tries to enjoy the beautiful summer weather in Nice when all of a sudden his peace and quiet gets interrupted by a loud voice swearing from the other balcony. Who the hell is this woman and what kind of French is that?

Chapter Three. Betcha we can have some fun, girl

May 12, 2023

Naaz gets a call from back home which dampens her mood. Her parents are beyond furious but she stays firm in her decisions. Enough is enough. She decides the best remedy is crystal clear water and a nice tan, and of course, the annoying brat happens to show up at the same time.   

Kylian goes on social media and is once again faced with an onslaught of critics who can’t seem to stop themselves from portraying him as an overrated evil money-hungry brat. He decides the best remedy is some alone time at the beach when he spots the fiery foreigner who seems to possess the ability to lift his mood without even lifting a finger. 

Chapter Four. Whichever way you wanna run, girl

May 17, 2023

Naaz doesn’t know which screw in her brain got loose which made her agree to Kylian’s brilliant plan of sneaking into the crumbling ruins of a Roman amphitheatre but she just couldn’t stand the mocking smirk on his face. Kylian for his part has never felt this alive since winning against Marseilles in the Vélodrome.  

Chapter Five. 'Cause we can it do fast, fast, slow

May 22, 2023

Naaz promises herself to stay away from the footballer who is nothing but trouble. However, it seems like the Frenchman doesn't is allergic to leaving her alone.

Kylian doesn’t know why he can’t stay away from her despite her apparent annoyance at his presence. Perhaps a little ride down the famous La Grande Corniche road might change her mind. He finally got his license after all. 

[animusicnerd]

dialogue 7 with trey please!

Sweater Weather Event

☾ Pairing: Trey x Gn! Reader

☾ Dialogue Prompt 7: "One more kiss before you leave. Just one, I swear!"

☾ Notes: This was way shorter than I thought it would be lmao

Believe it or not, Trey Clover has never been one to give in to something. As the eldest child of his family, he had to learn how to put his foot down to help keep his siblings in line whenever his parents were busy with the bakery. Sometimes, it applied to Heartslabyul but with the number of rules that their dorm leader expected them to follow, Trey couldn’t help but give in during those times. But since Riddle has relaxed on those rules, he’s also stopped giving in to some of his dormmates’ whims. Does the same apply to you? 

Nope.

Hidden away in an old corridor, one where he knows where the staff nor ghosts go through, he held you in his arms, a small smile on his face as you pleaded, “One more kiss before you leave. I swear!” 

Trey should’ve said no the last few times you said that but Sevens, you knew that he couldn’t resist your smile as you leaned in closer, knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you. He should be heading to his next class, getting ready to learn, and be an exemplary student like what’s expected of him as the vice-dorm leader of Heartslabyul. Right, he should be doing that but instead, he’s here with you hiding away and giving you as many kisses as you liked.

[yiplee]

I have an idea for a fic: You know how in the episode Sarcastaball Butters says Stan is good at tickling? I wonder how exactly Butters learned that, so what if offscreen Stan had gone to Butters for advice like Cartman did and Butters let Stan use him for "tickling practice"?

Omg that scene like surprised me at first lmao! This is such a good idea! Thanks for the request, anon!

Sorry there’s not a lot of tickles but the situation kinda. Yeah. But I hope it’s still cute 😅

(Lee!Butters) (Ler!Stan)

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“Are you sure?” Stan asked again, even though Butters had already said it was fine twice.

“Stan, it’s okay, really! You don’t have to worry about little old me. You came to me for help, and I’m gonna help you!” Butters nodded.

“Alright, just..okay.” Stan nodded. Butters had agreed to be “tickle practice” for Stan, for sarcastaball, and Stan seemed to be the one who was nervous.

Stan inhaled as he gingerly placed both hands on either side of Butters, and nervously began spidering his hands up and down them.

The awkwardness began to disappear for Stan as he heard the beginnings of Butters’ sweet giggles.

That’s when he really began to go for it, remembering his past experience from Kyle and applying it here, as he scribbled his fingers into Butters’ ribs.

“Is that okay?” Stan asked, as he heard Butters’ giggles increase. He didn’t want to go too far. That would just be embarrassing for both parties.

“Yehehehep! You seeheheem pretty goohohood!” Butters commented, as he forced his arms not to block Stan’s hands.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I have some experience from tickle fights with Kyle, and sometimes the guys.” Stan shrugged. Butters blinked in surprise at his words.

“Thehehen you dohont even neeheheed this?” He asked, realizing that he might’ve just done this for nothing.

“Oh..yeah..right.” Stan chuckled nervously, pulling his hands away from Butters instantly.

“Gee Stan, if I had known you were that good, I wouldn’t have dreamed of setting that up!” Said a very out-of-breath Butters.

“Heh, sorry. I probably should’ve told you.” Stan said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“Ah, well, I mean, I guess it makes for a funny story. And I suppose it was kind of..fun.” Butters shrugged.

“Really? You think so?” Stan lit up. He’d never heard that before.

“Yeah! You’re good at that!” Butters nodded, confirming the comment. Stan smiled back at him with a nod in return.