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[wonallofme]

pinching!

tw and tags: bully!heeseung x plus size!fem!reader, descriptions of bullying, a lot of physical contact, noncon then heavy dubcon, oral sex (f receiving). word count: 2.3k note: originally written with a different idol in mind, this fic was already posted in my old blog. while talking to one of my best friends in the app we decided to re-post old fics for fun and idk why but while checking some of them I felt this one fitted Hee. I changed it a lot tho. anyway, hope someone here likes the concept. i’m a big fan of plus size/chubby reader but haven’t had the opportunity to talk about it here in the blog yet so, if you like it too, please don’t hesitate to hit my (empty) inbox! special thanks to fairy for being my first-ever beta reader ❤️

You have a couple of memories from that place, like how good it felt to hug your grandmother before bed, how there was a little stall in front of your school that always had tasty sweets, and how there was a little boy you used to walk home with after classes finished.

There wasn’t much objection once your mother said you would go back and live together in your grandmother's place not to leave the house empty. You had a couple of friends, but it was nothing special, so you said goodbye to them and moved with your mother without problem.

You had to admit you were kind of happy to move. Yeah, you wouldn’t be able to hug your grandmother, but at least you would feel her presence with the old floors and flower decorations that surrounded every room. Perhaps you could eat those sweets again, and there was the chance of making new friends too. Good things could come, you thought.

If you’re honest, you just hoped you could see him again.

You should've known at that point in your life that having expectations only leaves the sour aftertaste of disappointments.

The stall wasn’t there anymore, the entire house had changed because of your mother's decision, leaving no trace of your grandmother behind, and the sweet boy that used to follow you with a smile now followed you to make fun of you.

It was easy to recognize him. He had the same eyes and shiny smile, and you were elated to see a good, old friend all grow up into a real man. Sadly, he wasn’t as happy as you to see you again, showing you a disgusted face once you told him who you were.

‘’Don’t fucking talk to me,’’ he said, and you didn’t understand what you had done wrong. Perhaps you were too confident, your perfume wasn’t to his liking, or your hand was sweating too much when you touched him. You honestly had no idea why he reacted like that, but you understood that, just like his appearance, he had changed too. 

After all, that sweet boy you used to know would’ve never talked to you that way.

That interaction alone was enough to make you never want to approach him again. You didn’t want to hear that tone or see that expression again, so you did your best. You avoided him in the hallway, you stayed in your seat not to cross his way during breaks, and you didn’t look his way when you recognized his voice. 

It was all useless though.

You had become his new favourite thing.

At first, he was all words and no bite. He’d throw comments every now and then about your physical appearance, like comparing you to a pig when you ate your lunch in the cafeteria or mocking your uniform for being bigger than normal because of your size. 

His friends only laughed at these comments, and those who weren’t his friends stayed silent. They were different groups but shared one same trait– None dared to approach you, afraid of receiving the same treatment from him.

Then, he started to touch you.

He pinched your arm, telling you to give him your homework to copy it. Later, it was your cheeks, telling you to stop eating if you didn’t want to gain weight. Finally, one day, when everyone had left for the PE class while you were searching for your towel in your seat, approaching you silently from behind, he pinched your waist.

Scared, you turned to him. It had hurt a lot more than when he did it to your cheeks. You knew that, more than to bother you or call your attention, like on the other occasions, he had done it with all the intention of hurting you.

When you looked at his face, you noticed that his typical grin wasn’t there, replaced by a surprised expression and curious eyes instead. Somehow, you felt that something bad was about to happen, so you pushed him out of the way and walked out of there as soon as you could without caring that you were leaving with empty hands.

‘’Where’s your towel?’’ your teacher asked you.

‘’I forgot it,’’ you answered, not wanting to return to the classroom.

Later, Heeseung arrived with your towel in his hand, and you got punished for not bringing all the obligatory material.

He got worse.

if he crossed you in the hallways, he would shamelessly pinch your waist until you hissed, and when he found you in the library, between shelves, he would pinch your ass, grinning from ear to ear at the picture of you biting your lips not to make a sound so you wouldn’t get in trouble again.

As if everything he did was an innocent game, he smiled at you after nipping different parts of your body, like the side of your ribcage when you decided to walk away from his teasing, the back of your hand when you tried to push him away, or your thighs when he sat beside you in the cafeteria or the study room.

‘’Why are you doing this?’’ you whispered, pushing his hand away from prying under your skirt and pinching your upper leg.

‘’Look at all that skin,’’ he answered, grabbing your round hand with force to stop you from getting away. ‘’Your body is begging for it.’’

When you tried to do it again, to get away from his hands, he pinched the space of your chest that your bra didn’t cover.

Making you whimper in pain, he laughed at your hurt expression.

‘’It really hurts!’’ you tried to reason with him, but he was a lost cause. It didn’t matter that you were full of little purple and green spots, flinching at the mere sight of him lurking around, he wanted more.

This is going to end at one point, you tried to tell yourself.

He’d get tired and leave you alone when he found a new toy. It was impossible he only focused on you the entire time, and even if it was like that, it was your last year. After that, you prayed, you’d never see him again.

Everything comes to an end.

Your house was the only safe space you had. Even if it wasn’t anything like the warm memory you had about it, it was a place that had never been tainted by Heeseung, unlike your school, or the streets you walked to arrive there.

Sometimes, he would follow you while murmuring insults, pretending to be a good friend walking you home. Nonetheless, once you opened your entrance door and saw that he stayed feet away, you would exhale, relieved that he didn’t try to follow you inside, too.

‘’Your friend is waiting for you in your room,’’ your mother smiled. ‘’I’ll go and buy something for you to eat later’’ 

She, unlike you, was excited to have him there, and you, trying to breathe properly not to show how the panic was consuming you, nodded.

‘’He’s become such a handsome man,’’ she murmured before leaving.

There was nothing you could do to run away, it was your house, and opening your room door, you saw him calmly looking at your stuff.

Your pillow wasn’t where you left it, so it was impossible to deny he had been roaming around for a while, invading your space and doing whatever he wanted, like he always did.

Standing in front of your bookshelf, one of your diaries open in his hands, he sensed your presence.

‘’Didn’t know you took so many walks, thought you would never come,’’ he said, passing the page and inspecting its content as if there was something in particular he was looking for. ‘’It doesn’t explain why you still look like that though.’’

‘’Heeseung, I’ve done nothing to you,’’ you sounded as if you were begging at that point. ‘’Why– I just don’t get why.’’

‘’I have my reasons,’’ he answered, closing the book and leaving it where it previously was.

You flinched when he showed the intention of getting close to you. Your hands became fists behind you, fully alert, one of them gripping the knob, ready to run into another room in case he tried to hurt you again.

‘’We were friends,’’ you said, lower lip slightly trembling. ‘’Please, stop. It hurts, Heeseung. It hurts a lot.’’

He saw you like that, broken, vulnerable, and he beamed.

Walking towards you, you thought your body would listen to you and escape, but it didn’t.

As you remained frozen in your place, caging you with his body, he finished closing the door behind you. Too late, you only reacted after hearing the loud click the secure did.

You started trembling as you realised he had blocked the only way of running away you had.

‘’But if I don’t touch you, who else will?’’ he whispered, taking your shaking hand in his. 

Not pinching it this time, he interlocked his fingers with yours and pulled you closer to him. Your torso compacting his made you more conscious of how you were completely alone in your room, and, therefore, of how unrestrained he was allowed to act.

‘’If you’re good, I’ll stop being so hard on you. What do you think about that?’’ he offered.

You didn’t understand him. Being good with what? 

Looking up at him, you couldn’t move your chest from pressing his because his other hand, forcing you to stay in your place, went to rest over the small of your back, the generous curve from your ass to your waist that was the object of so many of his jokes.

You could see where his actions were going. 

You felt yourself get nauseous with his body temperature and his aroma suffocating you due to the inexistent distance between your bodies.

‘’My mom will come back in any second…’’ you didn’t know what other excuse to use.

‘’I’ll be quick,’’ he smiled, wetting his lips, unconsciously sending a signal to your brain that screamed for you to just be good and get it over with.

‘’Will it hurt?’’ Your face betrayed you, plainly showing all the fears you had, giving him, once again, the upper hand.

‘’Not anymore,’’ he assured you. His hand that used to bring you so much pain suddenly became gentle and trailed up, caressing your arm with multiple marks created by him before finding your chest, and groping it with obvious satisfaction a few times, he felt them until he decided he wanted to touch more of you.

His hands continued their way until he found his new goal.

He cupped your face with a tenderness you had never met from him before, and not wanting to provoke him in any way, you muted yourself. 

To his unpleasant care, thumbs caressing your cheeks, you didn’t make a single noise, not the hiss you always let out when he pinched you, nor the cry when he painfully rubbed your soft skin.

‘’Well done,’’ he praised you, proud of what he recognised as your acceptance.

He expected you to continue being so obedient when he obliged your thighs to open with his knee.

Quickly, he found his place.

You didn’t know what to expect, but you never imagined the situation would end with him ditching your pants somewhere in your room and desperately dropping to his knees so he could accommodate between your trembling legs, slurping all the involuntary wetness your body made you drip not to suffer when the moment of taking him arrived.

Not being able to call his name properly, you whined when his palms gripped your meaty thighs a bit too hard and his tongue found your entrance, penetrating it with sloppy stabs.

The sensation of the tip of his nose bumping against your clit and his fingers separating your plump folds made you bite your lips to stop what felt like a moan.

He was eating you out like a starved man.

Your hands went to his hair, and you have no idea what flooded you, but you felt free to hurt him too. 

You wanted him to suffer too.

Full of unknown courage, you pulled his hair and moved your hips to crush his face, using him instead of the other way around.

Then, it felt good– To hurt him felt way too good. 

You thought, maybe this is why he does it, because you had never felt so powerful and in control before, especially, with him.

Looking down, you two made eye contact even with your chubby stomach prodding out. 

His eyes had nothing of the mockery they always showed. Instead, they were completely lost, drunk and unfocused. You couldn’t contain your moans anymore when his eyes batted and he seemed pleased to have your attention on him.

Not much after he started fucking you harder with his tongue, the knot in your stomach started to feel so tight you knew it would snap in any second.

Without intention, or maybe with all the intention, you closed your large legs around his head, not caring that you were crushing his face as you strongly came over his mouth and nose. 

He mewled, hugging your legs as you asphyxiated him for many seconds before your orgasm finished and you inevitably relaxed. 

Just after giving him everything you had, you finally allowed him to breathe. 

You freed him from your hold, but he didn’t move away immediately.

Gulping your remaining juices, he hardly inhaled once through his nose before he started licking the drops of your orgasm inside your thighs, leaving a trail of kisses along the way until he found his new favourite thing.

With both hands on the back of your thighs, he blinked multiple times before his tongue found its way between your folds, searching for your clit to leave a last loving lick.

As if he was proud you had abused him, only separating forcedly because of your hands pushing his head away from your sensitive clit, he took open-mouthed deep breaths with a still dazed expression.

Regaining some of his senses, he talked with the lower half of his face glistening.

‘’See? This didn’t hurt, right?’’ he smiled.

[gpcwsl]

Alessia Russo x Reader

- Next step -

MasterList

Warnings: very suggestive, kissing, making out, no smut though.

The night was alive with celebration. The Lionesses had just secured their Euros victory, and the team had taken over a cozy corner bar to revel in their hard-earned success. Bottles of champagne were passed around, laughter echoed throughout the room, and fans cheered in admiration. But amidst all the excitement, Ella Toone had a new mission: to get her best friend, Alessia Russo, to loosen up and have some fun.

“Alessia, you’re basically married to the game at this point,” Ella said, slinging an arm around her friend’s shoulders as they both sat in the booth. “Tonight’s the night. You need to let loose and—” She paused dramatically, scanning the bar. “Find someone to hook up with.”

Alessia, who had been sipping her drink quietly, rolled her eyes. “Ella, I’m not in the mood for a hook-up right now.” She glanced over at her best friend, amused by her insistence. “And I’m certain I don’t need your help with that.”

“Oh, come on,” Ella grinned mischievously, her eyes darting to a figure sitting alone at the bar. “What about them? A little fun won’t hurt.”

Alessia followed her gaze to you, sitting casually at the bar with a drink in hand. You had a relaxed air about you, not engaging in the group frenzy of post-victory excitement but rather observing with a quiet smile.

“Ella,” Alessia warned, but Ella was already up, pushing her toward the bar.

“Just go say hi. They’re perfect for you. Trust me,” Ella said, her grin widening as she nudged her friend forward.

Alessia hesitated for a moment, then sighed, getting up and following her friend’s plan—albeit reluctantly.

You noticed her the moment she walked over. Alessia Russo—one of the stars of the tournament, effortlessly glowing, her presence commanding yet down-to-earth. You’d recognized her earlier, but you hadn’t expected her to come up to you.

“Hi,” Alessia said, her voice smooth and warm. “Mind if I join you for a drink?”

You smiled, motioning to the empty stool beside you. “Of course. Can’t say no to company, especially after such a big night.” You offered her a playful wink, not missing the fact that she’d taken a deep breath before sitting down.

“Yeah, I guess that was a pretty big win for us,” Alessia said, her fingers wrapping around her glass. She seemed a little out of her element but was determined not to show it.

“You’re Alessia Russo, right? I’ve been hearing your name a lot tonight.” You leaned in slightly, genuinely curious and enjoying the warmth of her energy.

Alessia laughed, her cheeks tinged with the slightest shade of pink. “That’s me. But no need to make it a big deal.” Her gaze held yours, and for a moment, there was a brief pause, a subtle tension forming between the two of you.

She tilted her head, her expression shifting as her eyes softened. “I didn’t expect you to be alone tonight.”

You chuckled, shrugging. “Sometimes it’s nice to watch the chaos from the sidelines.”

“Well, I’ll be honest,” she said, leaning in just a little closer, “it’s much more fun to be in the chaos, don’t you think?”

Before you could respond, she moved her glass aside, her hand coming to rest on the counter, her fingers brushing against yours. The touch was subtle but electric, sparking a sense of anticipation. You met her gaze again, now more intense, the playful smile still lingering on your lips.

“Maybe you’re right,” you said, your voice lowering slightly. “But chaos can be a little… dangerous, don’t you think?”

Alessia’s breath hitched at your words, her lips parting slightly as she looked at you. “Depends on what kind of danger you’re talking about.” Her voice was softer now, the playful teasing replaced by something deeper, more intrigued.

It didn’t take much more than that for the atmosphere to shift. With a single motion, you slid your hand over to hers, your fingers lightly grazing the back of her hand. The small touch sent a wave of warmth through you both, and Alessia’s smile widened, her eyes never leaving yours.

“You know, I think I can handle a little danger,” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.

Before you could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was electric, sending a rush of desire through both of you. It started soft and tentative, but the more your lips moved together, the more urgent the kiss became.

You gently cupped her face, deepening the kiss, your heart racing as her hands slid up to your waist, pulling you closer. The world around you seemed to disappear, the noise of the bar fading into the background as you were consumed by the kiss.

When you finally pulled back for air, both of you were breathless, your lips tingling. Alessia’s hand rested on your thigh, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and something much more intense.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” you said, a grin tugging at your lips.

“Sometimes,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “you just need to throw yourself into it.” She gave you a sly smile. “Want to keep going?”

The tension between you was undeniable, and just as you were about to answer, you felt Ella’s eyes on you. She was standing a few steps away, clearly watching the whole interaction unfold, a teasing grin plastered across her face.

“Ella, stop staring,” Alessia groaned, turning slightly, but the playful smile never left her lips.

Ella raised her glass, giving you both an exaggerated thumbs-up. “I knew it. Go get ’em, Alessia,” she called, before turning back to the group, leaving you and Alessia to your moment.

Alessia rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress her smile. “She’s the worst.”

You chuckled, still captivated by her energy. “Don’t worry, I think she approves.”

With a smirk, Alessia leaned in again, this time brushing her lips against yours in a teasing kiss. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

The night at the bar was in full swing now, with the Lionesses continuing to celebrate their Euros victory in their usual chaotic, jubilant manner. The music was louder, the laughter was infectious, and everyone had long since loosened up, enjoying the euphoria of the win.

But amidst the celebration, Alessia and you found yourselves drifting into your own bubble, each touch and glance more charged than before. You both had drunk just enough to let go of any inhibitions, the alcohol loosening you up as your flirtation turned into something more heated, more urgent.

“You know,” Alessia slurred lightly, her words slightly unsteady as she leaned into you, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so impressed with a stranger before.”

You laughed softly, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You really don’t think I’m a stranger anymore, do you?”

She shrugged playfully, the tips of her fingers tracing a slow line along your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “Not when you kiss like that. And definitely not when you look at me like that.”

You could feel the heat between you growing as her gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there. Every part of you wanted her, wanted to feel the electric tension that had been building between you since the moment you met.

“You’re making it hard to concentrate,” you said, voice low as you leaned in closer.

Her breath hitched as you brushed your lips against hers, the kiss slow and intoxicating, full of the need that had been building all night. The alcohol in your system made everything feel more intense, more urgent, but you both knew this wasn’t just a drunken whim.

This was real.

“Want to get out of here?” Alessia asked between kisses, her hands sliding up your back to pull you even closer.

Without saying another word, you grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bar. Neither of you cared about the stares or the noise—your focus was entirely on each other.

The cool night air hit your face as you stepped out into the street, your pulse racing. You didn’t even know where you were going, only that you needed to get somewhere quieter, somewhere you could have her all to yourself.

Alessia’s hand never left yours as she followed you, her body close enough to feel the heat radiating off her. The moment you found an empty alley, you stopped, turning to face her, your lips meeting hers again in a kiss that was hungry and desperate.

The world outside seemed to vanish. It was just the two of you now, your bodies pressed together as you kissed with abandon. Alessia’s hands slid down to your hips, pulling you into her as she let out a soft moan, the sound only spurring you on.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” she whispered, her voice low and thick with desire as she trailed kisses down your neck.

You leaned your head back, gasping as her lips moved to your skin. “Alessia,” you breathed, your hands gripping her shoulders as she kissed a trail lower, the heat between you growing stronger.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, her hands trembling slightly as she brushed a strand of hair from your face.

You nodded, barely able to form words. All you could think about was how badly you wanted her, how everything about this moment felt so right.

When you finally made it to your flat, the door slammed shut behind you as Alessia wasted no time, her lips crashing into yours as soon as you stepped inside. Her hands were everywhere—your waist, your hips, your back—pulling you closer, pushing you further until there was no space left between you.

The kiss deepened, both of you frantic now, the alcohol heightening every touch, every sensation. Alessia’s hands slid beneath your clothes, her touch sending waves of heat through you, and you responded eagerly, your hands skimming down her body as you moved together.

In a blur of motion, you found yourselves in the bedroom. Clothes were discarded, both of you too eager to waste time. The moment you were both naked, Alessia hovered over you, her body pressing down against yours as she kissed you with such intensity that it left you breathless.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice a mixture of desire and concern as she looked down at you.

You pulled her closer, your lips brushing against hers as you whispered, “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And with that, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Alessia, only the heat of her body against yours, the rhythm of your movements, the quiet sounds of your breaths as you gave in to each other.

Every touch, every kiss, was a promise, an exploration of the connection between you. You had no idea how long the night lasted, only that when the two of you finally collapsed together, tangled in sheets, you felt completely whole.

The next morning, you woke up to Alessia lying beside you, her hand resting on your waist, her soft breath against your neck. For a moment, you just lay there, the warmth of the morning sun filtering through the window, everything feeling perfect, peaceful.

When Alessia stirred and woke up, she smiled softly at you, her blue eyes half-lidded but filled with affection. “You’re still here,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you replied, pulling her closer, your lips meeting in a lazy kiss.

She smiled, her hand caressing your cheek. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

The days that followed that wild night were just as intense, though quieter. There was something uniquely intimate about waking up next to Alessia every morning, tangled in the sheets, her body pressed against yours. It felt like the two of you had crossed an unspoken threshold, and now everything between you was raw and real—no barriers, just the connection you shared.

You spent the next week basking in that new, deepened intimacy. The two of you would get lost in each other’s arms, your kisses lingering, your hands exploring slowly as if you were both trying to memorize the feel of one another. Every touch was more meaningful, every kiss more passionate.

One evening, as you and Alessia curled up on the couch after a long day, she looked at you with a glint in her eye that made your stomach flip.

“Hey,” she said softly, turning to face you. “Do you want to go away again? Like, just the two of us. Somewhere quiet. I think we need more time like that.”

You smiled, your fingers brushing along the back of her hand. “I’d love that. A weekend away. Just you, me, and nothing else.”

Her lips curled into a smile, and she kissed you gently, the kind of kiss that felt like a promise. “Let’s do it. I want more moments with you—just us.”

The weekend getaway was exactly what the two of you needed. You found a secluded cabin in the countryside, away from the prying eyes of the city and the hectic schedule of daily life. The whole weekend felt like a secret, a shared space where no one could interrupt the quiet moments you carved out for each other.

Alessia loved the calm. You would spend your mornings wrapped up in blankets, drinking coffee together, talking about anything and everything. At night, you would find yourselves by the fire, the glow of the flames reflecting in her eyes as she looked at you with that softness you’d come to crave.

One evening, as you sat by the fire, Alessia’s hand resting lightly on your leg, she looked over at you with that familiar, intense gaze.

“I love these moments with you,” she said, her voice almost a whisper. “It’s not just the sex, or the passion—it’s this—the quiet. The way I feel when it’s just you and me.”

You met her gaze, your heart swelling. “I love you, Alessia. I love everything about us, and I’m so grateful for this—everything we have.”

Without another word, she leaned in to kiss you, soft and slow, as if savoring the moment. Her fingers traced the outline of your jaw as she deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. Your bodies pressed together, the warmth from the fire mixing with the heat between you, and you couldn’t help but respond with equal urgency.

“You’re perfect,” Alessia murmured between kisses, her lips moving to your neck as you tilted your head to give her better access. “I never want to stop being close to you.”

“I don’t either,” you whispered, hands moving to her back, feeling the warmth of her skin under the fabric of her shirt.

Her breathing became faster as she kissed you again, her body pressing into yours as you both let go, letting the moment carry you away.

The following days felt like a dream. You explored the quiet countryside, taking long walks hand in hand, stopping by local markets and buying trinkets. But it was the nights that stood out the most, where Alessia would pull you close after a long day, and the two of you would fall into each other, bodies entangled, hearts racing, and love spilling out in every touch.

Each time she kissed you, each time her hands found your skin, it felt like an unspoken promise. There was no rush, no need to rush—just the simplicity of being with the person you loved, and sharing a love that was growing deeper, more intense with every passing day.

That night, after another quiet dinner by the fire, Alessia pulled you to your feet, her hands sliding under your shirt as she kissed you with an intensity that made your heart race.

“I want you,” she said, her voice low, almost growling in desire. “I need you. Right here, right now.”

You didn’t hesitate. The love and desire were so powerful, so overwhelming, that nothing else mattered.

You kissed her back with equal fervor, your hands roaming her body as she pulled you toward the bedroom, the passion between you both a silent language, saying everything that words couldn’t.

Once in the bedroom, you both stripped the last of your clothing off, your bodies bare and vulnerable but entirely consumed with each other. Alessia’s hands were everywhere, her kisses soft but desperate, her desire for you clear in every touch.

She pushed you gently onto the bed, her body following yours as she straddled you, her lips moving from your mouth down to your chest, her breath hot against your skin.

“Alessia…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

She looked up at you, her gaze dark and filled with need. “I want to feel you, feel every part of you,” she said, her voice almost a growl.

And then she moved, the two of you lost in each other as your bodies connected, moving together with a rhythm that felt natural, electric.

Each kiss, each movement was an act of devotion, the passion undeniable, your connection stronger than ever. There was no rush this time. It was just you and her, fully, deeply, and completely intertwined, both of you savoring every second.

The days after the getaway were quieter, but the bond between you and Alessia had deepened in ways words could never explain. The intimacy you shared wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, a connection that felt like it would last a lifetime.

And as you looked at her, your hand in hers, you knew this was only the beginning. Every moment you spent with her, every kiss, every touch, only made you fall deeper in love.

Life after the getaway was a whirlwind of domestic bliss. The quiet moments with Alessia, whether spent curled up on the couch or enjoying quiet dinners together, became more meaningful. You both reveled in the simplicity of being together, finding joy in the smallest of moments—whether it was watching Milo chase after his favorite toy or making each other laugh over the most ridiculous things.

But as the weeks passed, something began to shift. The casual conversation you’d had about a future together, a family, and the life you both dreamed of seemed to be inching closer to reality.

One evening, as you and Alessia were sitting on the balcony of your flat, sharing a glass of wine and looking out over the city skyline, the conversation took a turn.

“You know,” Alessia began, setting her glass down on the table, her fingers tracing the rim, “I’ve been thinking a lot about the future lately.”

You looked at her, intrigued. “What about it?”

She met your gaze, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “Well, I think I’m ready. You know, for the next step.”

Your heart skipped a beat, unsure if she meant what you thought she did. “What do you mean by ‘next step’?” you asked, your voice soft but hopeful.

Alessia chuckled, the sound low and rich. “I’m thinking about us—really thinking about us. About… starting a family.”

You froze, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding you. “Are you serious?”

Her eyes softened as she leaned closer to you, her hand resting gently on your knee. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.”

For a moment, there was only silence as you processed her words. It felt like your heart was swelling, the weight of the future you both wanted becoming clearer. You reached for her hand, holding it tightly.

“I want that too,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “I want a family with you. More than anything.”

Alessia’s smile grew, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “I’ve never been more certain of anything. I think we’re ready.”

As the weeks passed, the conversations about starting a family grew more serious. You and Alessia found yourselves discussing practicalities—where you’d want to live, how many kids you imagined, what kind of life you’d want to create for them. But beyond the logistics, it was the love that filled every conversation. The deep, unshakable love you both shared made the idea of starting a family together feel like the most natural step in the world.

One night, as you lay in bed together, Alessia pulled you close, her fingers tracing gentle circles on your back.

“So,” she murmured, her voice low and full of affection, “do you think we’re ready?”

You turned in her arms, meeting her gaze. “I think we’re more than ready. We’ve built something beautiful together, Alessia. And now, we’re ready to grow it.”

Her smile was radiant, and she kissed you tenderly, her hand moving to your stomach as if already imagining the future. “I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion. “And I can’t wait to see what comes next. Together.”

Several months later, you and Alessia were standing in the kitchen, preparing dinner together. It was a quiet evening, the kind where everything felt perfectly in place. As you chopped vegetables, you noticed Alessia stealing glances at you, a slight grin playing at the corner of her lips.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, laughing softly.

She raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “I’m just imagining our little one running around here in a few years. It’s going to be amazing, Y/N.”

Your heart fluttered at her words. “It’s going to be perfect,” you whispered, taking her hand in yours.

Alessia pulled you into her arms, her lips meeting yours in a kiss that was filled with love and hope for the future. “I can’t wait to make this dream a reality.”

The next step was a small but significant one—visiting a fertility clinic to begin the process of trying for a baby. It wasn’t something either of you took lightly, but the decision felt right. You supported each other every step of the way, knowing that the journey ahead would require patience and understanding.

When the news came, when you finally saw those two pink lines on the test, the world seemed to stop for a moment. You were both overwhelmed with joy, knowing that you were about to embark on the greatest adventure of your lives.

“I’m going to be a mom,” Alessia whispered, her voice shaky with emotion as she held up the pregnancy test.

Tears filled your eyes as you pulled her into a tight embrace. “We’re going to be parents. Together.”

From that moment on, everything changed. You both began to prepare for the arrival of your child, from setting up a nursery to discussing names, to the tiny but significant moments that marked the beginning of your journey into parenthood. Every step was filled with anticipation and love.

One evening, as you both sat in the nursery, Alessia’s hand resting on your growing belly, she looked at you with a softness in her eyes that made your heart swell.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “We’re starting a family. It’s just… incredible.”

You smiled, your hand covering hers. “It’s incredible because it’s with you. We’ve built this life together, and now we’re going to build even more.”

She kissed you gently, her lips lingering as she whispered against your skin, “You’ve made all my dreams come true, Y/N. I can’t wait to see the next chapter of our story.”

And in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, with love, strength, and a family of your own to cherish.

[cattjull]

Sugary sweet

summary: You were supposed to go to a party tonight. Abby receives you at her home, though, crying about not having permission from your parents to go.

a/n: I'm so sorry for not posting but honestly I'm really really depressed since a few months ago and I cannot bring myself to do anything good or productive enough. I don't even think this passes my quality check but at this point and due to my inconsistency nobody will even remember I wrote fics once soo... Please enjoy or something :)

cw: implied age gap but not specified!

Abby laid down on her side, wet hair clinging to her skin and cascading down her neck and sprawling on her pillow, small droplets falling from her loose, golden hair onto the bedsheets and her pajamas like molten gold looking for a form in which to solidify.

It was 12 p.m. in a normal Friday night, which normally meant she could stay up to whenever she felt like it, go to bed anytime and mindlessly scroll down on her phone or read a book until she decided to turn all of her lights off, text you her usual good night message and drift off to sleep, her pillow being an one-way ticket to the land of dreams which you had took over and claimed as yours ever since you guys started dating.

But this was one of those nights. Those where you'd go out to some party and she'd be going to bed late without inviting anyone over or going out, where she wouldn't pay attention to her phone or get distracted with other simple activities because of her excessive worries, often finding herself fidgeting with her rings, adjusting her glasses, or eating fruits just because of her anxiety.

She loved you a lot, too much even but sometimes she didn't have enough stamina to be your company in parties, even if she really tried to attend with you almost always. She really didn't enjoy that lifestyle, mundane parties with shitty music and potentially dangerous people, but oh guess who does! Her girlfriend.

She feels lucky to have you, truly. It's not like she was planning on sleeping until you texted her you got home safe, but her mind started divagating somewhere far away from the book she held between her big hands and she just knew that, once again, she'd spent worrying over you at least until 4 a.m., maybe even after you texted her you were safe in your house. So she took off her glasses and placed the book down on her nightstand, signing loudly and preparing herself for another sleepless night.

You may be having fun in your friend's party, where you obviously invited her but she refused, knowing you'd most likely end up alternating your time between gossiping with your friends and clinging onto her while the others ignored her, which made her feel unwanted by them.

Maybe there was someone flirting with you and you were too drunk to tell them to stop. Maybe you were flirting with someone and tomorrow you'd call her like nothing talking to her about how much you hate hangovers. Maybe you were crying because someone was mean to you. Maybe you were doing something stupid. How could she know?

Her anxious thoughts were interrupted by the small sound coming from her window. It sounded like a small rock: there it was, your signature way of getting into her house. She didn't know why but everything about your behaviour was so sweet and dumb, just as any teenager but make it cute romantic comedy like. Everything you did was a small reminder of the small age gap between you two, which made her feel guilty every time.

She got closer to the window and saw you standing there with your eyes looking slightly red and swollen, as if you had been smoking weed, with your mini bag being clutched to your waist with one hand while the other waved at her. She quickly rushed downstairs, not even bothering to put her slippers on, and unlocked the door for you.

Luckily, her dad was out in the hospital so he wouldn't wake up by the sound of her feet pattering on the wooden floor or the tinkering of the keys or... Anything else you'd be doing.

When the blue eyed girl opened the door, she took in your appearance, noticing you had the same clothes that you had worn a few hours ago when you sent her nudes and a really thoughtful video. You told her that would be your outfit for the party, so why were you in her house if this hour wasn't even close to the one you usually would be going home?

Her orbs shamelessly fixed on you, and how couldn't they when taking you in felt so natural? After what felt like an eternity, Abby started functioning again and regained her speech. "Babe... What happened with the party?" She questioned.

"My parents didn't want me to go. So I escaped. Sorry for not telling you but they took my phone away." You explained, in that moment you felt so angry you were crying, something you were deeply ashamed of to be honest. Your voice was completely sweet towards her when you didn't talk about your parents, though. Abby cupped your face with her warm, big hands, noticing you hadn't been smoking anything. Your pretty eyes were spilling diamond tears.

"You'll stay with me tonight, honey." She reassured you. "I'm not driving you to that party, yeah?" You immediately smiled and hugged her, burying the side of your face in her god-sculptured chest and nuzzling your cheek against her. "I'll do as you say." You obeyed lovingly.

"I bet you prefer me over those parties, sweetheart." She replied with a soft smile.

"Of course I do. You're the best Abby, I love you so much and I'd choose you over anything, okay?" You reassured her, causing her to giggle at your directness. That kind of words often came out of your mouth by themselves, as always you praised her. As if you just quoted every love song you heard.

"Didn't you bring anything by the way?" She asked as she hugged you back, embracing you with her buff, juicy arms and picking you up.

"I brought my toothbrush, makeup and fifty dollars." You said, prideful of your improvised packing skills as she held you up to her body with one arm, using the other hand to close and lock the door.

"Pretty good." She nodded with approval, heading upstairs.

Last time you escaped home for something like this, you had brought your phone charger (your phone was taken), a bar of chocolate, your earphones (again, your phone was taken) and no money.

"I know." You smiled and placed a kiss in her clavicle. In Abby's room, she sat down as you straddled her, shifting so you were using her chest as a pillow as she laid on actual ones, staring down at you.

"You aren't really... Crying anymore." She commented, caressing your cheekbone as she observed the change in your mood.

"No. I stopped crying when you picked me up. Guess I was happy to see you." You confessed, kissing her cheek.

"Is that so?" She questioned with affection, caressing your hair.

"You know you heal my heart, Abby." You whispered before kissing her. It was velvety, wet, and sweet. Abby's lips were the cake to your sickly sweet frosting, joining together on a wet and tender kiss, intertwining your souls and tying them up together with an invisible string without even knowing it. That's just how you were.

[chock-and-bates]

if you're still doing it, what is get him back about?

(and for the other anon that mentioned it! but i'll be using your ask to post about the other story you asked about ❤️)

get him back! is my silly little fic for bearnelli (also heavy on lestappen [ofc] and some chollie)

Premise: Kimi’s been down bad for Ollie for over a year. But ever since their rookie f1 season started, he’s been beyond jealous that all his friend can seem to talk about is Charles Leclerc.  When he realizes that Ollie genuinely likes Charles, is, in fact, infatuated enough to consider making a move, he loses it and goes to Max for advice.  Surprisingly, Max turns out to be very willing to help Kimi get his man (while also staking a claim on his.)

this one is fun because i have two outlines and it might be a sillier 5 +1 thing or it might be a bit more toxic. i haven’t quite decided, but it will definitely include jealous kimi, jealous/possessive max, oblivious charles, and infatuated ollie (because @honeyandthunderstorms and I a chollie vision that is so fun, omg)... and some lestappen smut 😏.

Snippet under the cut!

“You seem upset,” Max tells Kimi carefully as they walk back through the paddock. “Are you all right?”

Glancing around, Kimi jerks his head to indicate Max to follow him to a quieter corner, one where he can speak more freely.

“Is Russell being a dickhead again,” Max asks, a little too knowingly. The Red Bull driver was always excited to hear about any issues that Kimi was having with his teammate.

“No, it is not George,” Kimi frowns, weighing how much to actually tell Max. It’s just- if he doesn’t talk to someone about this he thinks he’s going to explode.

“Then what?”

“It is Ollie.”

“Oh,” Kimi doesn’t like the teasing way Max smiles, his eyes crinkling, “What did Bearman do? I thought you two were mates?”

And look, Kimi could tell Max a lot about what Ollie has done. He could tell him how some nights Ollie is all Kimi can think about, or how one of his favorite things to do is make Ollie laugh, or maybe he could even tell Max about that wonderful, horrible kiss that happened last season…

But Kimi is not stupid, he knows better than to embarrass himself in front of someone like Max Verstappen.

In his angry state, he does not, however, have any issues with embarrassing Ollie.

“I need to get him to shut up about how in love he is with Leclerc.”

The smile quickly slides off Max's face.

“What?”

“He will not stop talking about Leclerc,” Kimi continues, already feeling himself getting worked up, “Any time we are hanging out, all I hear is ‘Charles said this’ or ‘I was watching Charles onboards’ or ‘Charles sat by me on the plane’. I cannot take anymore of him and his stupid crush! It is driving me crazy.”

Max has been listening closely, looking very serious all of a sudden, “You really think he has a crush?”

And Kimi knows he shouldn’t say anything more, should just leave it at that and keep Ollie’s secret. But the hurt and jealousy are still too overwhelming-

So Kimi scowls and continues, “I know he does, Max! Today I told him he should just kiss Leclerc already since he is so obsessed with him. Then he got all weird and asked me what I thought Leclerc would do if he did kiss him. Or if I thought Leclerc could ever like him.”

Max’s face twitches, “Oh, really?”

[asexualbookbird]

It sure has been a Year huh. Ups and downs this month, as life happens. Saw friends I haven't seen in years, went into the city and met new friends, tried new foods, saw some birds, tried new crafts, read new books.

The Fireborne Blade by Charlotte Bond ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Hm! Interesting! Didn't hate it, but something feels missing? Almost like it could've benefited from being at the very least a short novel. It needed more. I also have qualms at this being pitched as sapphic when there is no romance at all and the main character talks a lot about being betrayed by her last romance with a man. One mention of Woman With Hot Thighs. Not mad I read it, might even read it again.

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved a Demon by Kimberly Lemming ⭐️⭐️ ‐ I'll be honest, one star is Mean but I had a lot more fun reading Fourth Wing and that was two stars. The tone is what dragged this one down for me. It reads like YA, but it's very much not. I do not believe for a second the MC is 24, she doesn't act like it at all. The sex scenes. Are there. I could make an entire post about the book ending on them having penetrative PiV sex. Part of my grievances are me not liking the genre, but I truly think this just isn't that good. Plenty of people on the internet write better more filthy works for free. Why was this sitting unassumingly on the library shelf.

*amended to two stars if this is indeed satire

The Dead Cat Tail Assassins by P Djèlí Clark ⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Fine. Not much to say because it was Completely Average. Not mad I read it, but don't wish to repeat the experience. I think maybe Clark isn't an author for me, as I recall feeling similarly about A Master of Djinn. It's not so much that the characters or world feel flat, but something definitely feels missing. It was silly and lighthearted and gory and I did like that though!

The Spellshop by Sarah Beth Durst ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ - Another hit from Sarah Beth Durst. I see your Themes. I see your Tropes. Kindness. Found family. Accepting help. All personal attacks on me. Adorable, fun, some sort of cross between T Kingfisher and Becky Chambers, I didn't want it to end, and now have a name for my spider plant. It also seems like I need to get my spider plant a friend.

The Woods All Black by Lee Mandelo ⭐️⭐️ - I have very mixed feelings about this that are really summarized as This Wasn't For Me. I like the idea that yeah you're a monster but someone loves you anyway. I like using the monster to punish those who called you one. I think there's some very specific midwestern religious trauma that I'm missing to really Get It, though. On top of that, while I recognize the themes and significance in the age gap, a 30 year old going after an 18 year old icks me out. I'd still recommend it with very very heavy reservations.

The Spare Man by Mary Robinette Kowal ⭐⭐ - Going to be honest, I just finished this and I'm already moving on. The writing was fine and I'm not put off of the author entirely, but I never felt wowed. I was annoyed more than anything. I didn't love any of the characters, but I didn't really hate anyone either. The amount of people Tesla let pet her service dog drove me nuts. The ending felt slapped together. It never really felt cohesive. I feel vindicated reading that fans of her other books also were unimpressed with this. I wouldn't steer people away from it, but I didn't have a lot of fun.

I'm tentatively excited for February. I have art ideas I'd like to get started on, I am working on a craft thing that I might be able to profit a bit off of, I'm flat out ignoring the world, book club is approaching. I'm looking for good things in the world, and I will find them. That is a threat.

[chokiechips]

Yandere Head Canons: Wally Darling

For some reason, yandere and obsessive Wally (ahhh pookie <3) seems so obvious, and i can't help but see it! It's so in his nature. Hope you enjoy!

Themes: yandere a smidge, lil fluff, delusional yandere, obsessive traits

I would think when he first meets you, it would probably be much later after the first episode of the Welcome to the Neighborhood series is aired.

He would probably know you as one of the new characters there, just a simple minded little person who has no clue what's going on behind the scenes and is just happy to be there.

He would be pretty alright with you at first like the other neighbors, maybe joining the other neighbors in their day-to-day activities, picking up mail at the post office, or having fun with Frank and Julie.

You start to notice him more often, and of course, being a great neighbor, you JUST have to get to know him. oh if only you knew how bad a decision this must be.

You feel excited at first, standing in front of the front door of Home, an apple pie in your hand, just to make peace with your neighbor and make a possible friend! Just in case, you talked with Julie and Frank and got his likes and dislikes, afraid of not wanting to upset this person you haven't talked to yet.

After a few light raps to the front door of Home, you'd wait there patiently, hoping that Wally Darling is in. Immediately he opened the door, and lo and behold, it's Wally!

He lets you in, and can't help but notice the delicious fragrance of apple wafting from your hands into his nostrils. An apple pie? How absolutely lovely of you!

After several hours of talking and conversing about the Neigborhood itself, and the puppets that live here, you can notice how Wally slowly lets himself get comfortable with you, allowing you to switch with him to sit on his iconic yellow chair.

But oh, the way you sat propped up happily in it, your thighs crossed just right , your bright smiling eyes looking up at him, Wally can't help but think you're just made for this. Nothing bizarre of course, maybe Julie or Barnaby could fare just as well, but there's something just so special about you, he can't seem to put his finger on it!

Over the coming days, the rest of the neighbors grow suspicious of the lengthy hours you'd spend at Home, the way Wally would casually let you sit next to him at his front yard and paint Home with him. His brush sitting primly in your hand as you make an attempt at painting Home, creating some sort of mess. But Wally can't help but find it endearing. Look how Home responds to your painting, to your splash of colors! Home may be a little friendly, but Wally can't help but feel his heart feel gooey and warm at the way Home interacts with you. Would you like to live in Home with him? Home would love that!

Soon, Wally and you become practically inseperable, best friends even! Wherever you go, he's always sure to follow. The way his eyes dilate at the sight of you, the paintings of you he'd paint without fail, the little accidents you'd cause (definitely not by Home) that Wally would come to help fix, a large smile on his face. Of course he would help! You're his darling neighbor! or maybe the future Darling?

On a particular night, Wally and you chat over the episode that occured that day, smiling ear to ear about the silly things that happened, and the lessons learned that day. As you talk, you don't seem to notice the way Wally would lean onto every word you said, the way Home would ensure nothing, no furniture made a single noise, as you spoke.

Your word was key.

Friendliest neighbor he may be to everyone, but to you he would be more than friendly. He would do anything for you.

Until the name Howdy Pillar slipped from your mouth as you spoke.

Wally hands trembled at the thought of it, a smile plastered on his face as the thought echoed through his mind, your rambles continuing to echo throughout the living room.

A strand or two fell from his hairdo, eyes widening at the thought.

Howdy? Why him? You, Wally and Home were practically soulmates at this point!

Maybe it was time for some proving. Of how friendly Wally Darling truly could be.

[solifloris]

!!!!!!!! omg this is so fun i love this?! tytytyyy for tagging meeee @unluckywisher @deepspacenova !!!! (and @reilemon i saw your post and the tag on my other blog omg hi its roxie 😭😭😭😭) ILY GUYS MWAH 🥺💖

i actually have No Idea who's been tagged already but HM,,,,, no pressure tags @mochibunnies3 @love-and-deepstrays @xavierbunbun @ourlittleuluru @aeyumicore !!

xavier — PLENTYYYYYYYY. surface-level things; we're both bunny coded/associated, have somewhat cuter/softer vibes generally, relatively introverted, are fond of literature and reading and pretty words, can play the piano, really like the peacefulness and quiet of staying home, can fall asleep and stay asleep Pretty Darn Easily (my mom has told me it's a gift 😭), and we both definitely can't cook to save our lives LMFAO. going a little deeper i'd say we both share the inherent trauma of trying to live up to expectations—i might not be royalty, but sometimes being an asian kid like that is just hard, you know? 😭✋ so on that note i think the both of us look forward to a cute not-super-obligational and quiet peaceful life......... i also like to think we show love primarily in the same way, bc i'm also very much a words of affirmation person both ways, and i feel like xavier definitely gives a lot of that <3

caleb — most striking similarity? chronic nightmares LMFAO 😭 i actually feel like i have the least amount of similarities with caleb? it's more like he balances me out, really 😭 (its very ironic to me considering our birthdays are one day apart LMFAO) but i guess i'd say we're both ambitious and academic achievers, and we both mask pretty well—a lot of people who don't know me personally (i.e. casual friends, acquaintances) are wayyyy way more familiar with the bubbly me, so it does help keep at arm's distance the people that i don't *want* to get to know me on a more personal level, and they usually have no idea of it HWJXNSBF i feel caleb's kind of the same on that front

zayne — also chonic nightmares, ambitious mindset, and the studious/academic achiever attitude! but also: perfectionism, tendency to rationalize, tendency to not talk very much irl (+outside of my work and existing relationships, i.e. to complete strangers, i've been told that i'm hard to approach 😭), family in the medical field (and there's been a time i was separated from my family and my parents worked abroad, so there's that), and i'd like to say arts and crafts too cause of the drawing and the lil jade thing zayne has done :3 also i feel like our views on love are pretty similar? his relationship with mc shows to be pretty steady and maturely handled (i'd argue he's been the most communicative), and he's always seemed ineherent on living presently and making sure the relationship is smoothsailing so that he can live presently with her? it's just the vibes i'm getting, which, to me, feels a lot like how i view "love" and my relationships with people in general. there's no moving forward if we can't address the current issue, you know?

so let's play another game

Tell something you have in common with your favorite (s) LI(s) then tag someone else

Me and Zayne are both lightweight. Y'all I can't drink alchohol to save my lips 🤚💀 without ending up tipsy just a glass of wine is enough to make my head spin .

Me and Rafayel are both dramatic but only with people we care about , I like to get on my friends and family's nerve (that how I show my love 😔)

@jinwoosbabyboo @yourlocalcatscammer @erensfeed

[mqriuss]

Now playing: Bonus track - Everything I Want

from 'bad girls that haven't been caught' series

an extra ramble post about rindou and reader dating stuff

playlist | series masterlist

rindou would always be late to school and no one cared, everyone stopped caring after a while. but ever since he started dating you, he's always early just to wait for you at the gates so you could walk to class together.

ran also doesn't care about being late to class but rindou is usually there to make sure he doesn't sleep the whole day. well now ran has to make use of the annoying alarm clock since his little brother decided to be a boy in love. good for him i guess, he'd think to himself.

i think that's how everyone would figure out something was happening between you two. one day, rindou just decided to be super early to school and is just standing around by the gates. people were already whispering and looking at him, but it doubled when you arrived.

"what the hell?" you froze and rindou looked up from his phone. he grinned upon seeing you, taking out an earphone. "why are you early? this is so weird, oh my god."

"hey, can't help i wanted to see you sooner," he said, chasing you when you started walking ahead of him.

"get away from me, you're not rindou! what did you do to him?!" you picked up the pace and let a smile appear when he laughed.

everyone immediately starts talking, and the word spreads like wildfire. which you obviously expected. you had more reason to hide your relationship with rindou compared to your ex, but this time will be different.

you didn't like basketball—even before fumio, you never liked it. you hated it even more after him. but it's not so bad anymore. it's not so bad when you're at the outdoor court, alone with rindou, watching him do a bunch of tricks that he said would "make the crowd go wild if he was on the team." it's not so bad when you're in his backyard, playing with him and sometimes with ran too.

rindou was a better and more patient teacher than fumio. it's something you didn't expect from him at all. patience. fumio tried playing basketball with you too, but he hated it because you sucked so bad and he'd try to teach you but he gets pretty emotional when you can't get it right. when you look back on it you think, why didn't you just dump him at that moment?

now that you're with rindou, he plays basketball with you just to spend time together. it didn't matter that you weren't that good at it, he'd never get frustrated with you and i mean, how could he when you seem to be having some fun? yeah. you think basketball's fun with rindou now.

your favourite moment has got to be when he carried you on his shoulders in front of the hoop, giving you a closer distance to throw the ball in. he's not that tall so you couldn't just dunk it in. because of that, the moment wasn't as cute as he was imagining, but you were giggling over sitting on his shoulders and feeling taller and getting the ball in more easily. the moment wasn't as cute as he was imagining because it turned out to be even cuter. it's really just because of you though.

for a while, you made it clear to him that you wanted absolutely no pda in school and he respected that. so this was causing a lot of discussion among other students—were you dating or just really good friends? "but why is y/n friends with the delinquent to begin with?" not many people knew about the times you tutored each other so it was still a pretty huge surprise when you started appearing around the school together.

it was an even bigger shock when on white day, rindou came to school with a little bouquet of your favourite flowers and a burned cd with songs that reminded him of you. it had "for y/n, on white day" written on it. (your valentines day gift for him was a lot more subtle, so not many people had connected the dots at the time).

ever since that day, showing affection in school started small. rindou would sit by your desk just to chat or sit in silence with you as you ate lunch together. he'd also share his earphones with you, letting you listen to all the playlists he's made about you, or songs he just likes at the moment.

then you started holding hands. and sometimes he'd have an arm around your shoulders as you walked. everyone is still in shock whenever they see you two together. it was just, such an unlikely pair. smartest girl in class with a delinquent, no one can wrap their heads around it to this day.

the kicker is that some of rindou's grades had went from Fs and Ds… to Cs, and you don't even tutor him that much. he started paying a bit more attention in class, maybe because he started gaining a bit of interest in some subjects after hearing you ramble on and on about actually interesting things you've learnt in class.

now all you need to know about fumio is that he started dating the first year manager but it lasted like two weeks before she finally realized how shitty of a boyfriend he is. and when that didn't work out, he tried talking to you again, thinking you'll obviously want him back again if you had the chance. besides, your parents love him more than they'd like rindou and your classmates ship the two of you anyway. you two will always look great together.

but he was so fucking wrong. rindou meets your mom for the first time when he walks you home after school and she had gotten home from work early. safe to say, she prefers the boyfriend who helps her do the dishes, isn't picky about the food she makes and compliments her cooking instead of comparing it to what the private chef at his home is making. your mom loves nothing more than seeing rindou stuffing his face with rice and katsu, speaking with a slight mouth full, "ma'am, this is michelin."

and your dad prefers the boyfriend who doesn't treat you as competition all the time, and listens to him ramble about all kinds of stuff in the living room. turns out, they don't care that the new boyfriend has tattoos on his body or dyes his hair and has piercings. he's good to you, and your family. fumio's got nothing on rindou. he's everything you want.

Previously on the playlist:

08 - Greenlight

[aquarius-johnny]

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✦ patience is a virtue ≫ mature ≫ johnny’s late nights in the office took a toll on your sex life, so you decided to do something about it. when he got home, he thanked you for being patient with him in the way he thought was appropriate.  ✦ wet dreams ≫ mature ≫ after watching a heated dance practice, and avoiding him for a bit, your fantasies about johnny become a reality. ✦ oh, baby ≫ mature ≫ johnny wants a baby. that’s it. he really wants one. ✦ baby, don’t stop ≫ mature ≫ johnny loves the idea of shooting his load inside of you, but he loves the idea of getting you pregnant a lot more.  ✦ 12:21 ≫ mature ≫ you’re in charge tonight, but it seems like johnny can’t keep up. ✦ thin walls ≫ mature ≫ a heartbroken jaehyun sulks in his room and a caring johnny helps him get over his breakup in the only way he thought was appropriate: letting him fuck you with him. ✦ first time ≫ mature ≫ you decide to lose your virginity to your one and only. ✦ double the fun ≫ mature ≫ johnny invites taeyong for a fun threesome. ✦ never have i ever ≫ mature ≫ after a game of ‘never have i ever,’ johnny and his friends find out about your past sexual experiences, which you have not told johnny about. let’s just say, he didn’t appreciate finding out about you when his friends did. ✦ 7 minutes ≫ mature ≫ yuta knows how interested you are in johnny and gets you to hook up in a bathroom for 7 minutes during a game of truth or dare. ✦ sexual frustration ≫ mature ≫ you feel the need to release your sexual frustrations in the backseat of Johnny’s car.

blurbs:

✦ the alarm to take your birth control... ≫ mature ✦ after a long and stressful day, you... ≫ mature ✦ listen, it’s for science... ≫ mature ✦ playlist: sex with johnny ✦ johnny’s tall frame traps you between... ≫ mature ✦ “baby,” johnny moans as you rub... ≫ mature ✦ johnny lifts you onto your newly... ≫ mature ✦ what does an orgasm feel like?... ≫ mature ✦ your hands tangled into Johnny’s... ≫ mature

drabbles:

✦ during dinner with yours and... ≫ mature ✦ tell me how much you love my... ≫ mature ✦ johnny pushes your skin tight... ≫ mature ✦ i’m going to be late because you... ≫ mature ✦ after a long day of rehearsals... ≫ mature ✦ i heard shower sex is dangerous... ≫ mature ✦ you quickly peek through... ≫ mature ✦ johnny didn’t give you a second to... ≫ mature ✦ you find yourself sneaking away with... ≫ mature ✦ wiggling your wrists, you double... ≫ mature ✦ johnny’s hands carefully glide up your... ≫ mature ✦ trembling under johnny’s touch... ≫ mature ✦ how did I ever let you talk me... ≫ mature ✦ tracing an ice cube against his soft... ≫ mature ✦ you found yourself on johnny’s front... ≫ mature ✦ lover boy johnny... ≫ mature

[callabang]

For the fic game, 27 & 48 or 54 & 99 <3

TBH guys this is such a fun writing exercise…. I get to IMAGINE and IDEATE with no care for resolution/structure/quality of prose… it’s just fic chatting in public. We should do this more. anon you can have both requests as a treat <3

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

send me a trope mash-up!!

Sick/Injured Fic // Fake Dating

Oh trope city. Some of these are just vintage trope pairings you know. None of that new age shit. THE CLASSICS.

It’s most fun to imagine Sam having to engage in fake dating so that’s what we’re doing. Leaning fully into the cliche let’s say Adam is mildly ill and or injured during Jet Lag filming in Paris and Ben is like you’re the only one that speaks french!! You have to go in!! Say you’re his boyfriend!! 

Honestly this could certainly be that they’re not together yet but it could also just canonically (“canonically” lol. Canonically to MY headcanons that I am boldly posting online) be that Sam is in whateverrrrrr relationship he thinks he’s in with them but doesn’t consider them to be “dating” so it feels like fake dating to him. Ben is like okay this is semantics go ask the doctor if Adam needs antibiotics or what!! Somehow Sam awkwardly volunteers way more information than is necessary to the French hospital staff, it’s truly such a bizarre vibe, meanwhile they are like it’s 2024 you can just see your friend in the hospital sir. He’s in room 403 it would honestly be great if you can go translate. 

Secret Relationship // ​​Magical Accidents

Anon big props to you for being the only person so far to request a truly funky premise (MAGIC), I adore a weird AU sooo much. Shout out to Maria because some of this is stolen from fic chat with her.

I think that the nature of insane poly coworker trio is that it does kind of start out as a secret because it’s just: a lot. Like people see Adam and Ben and make some assumptions but the entire situation is sooo hard to explain. How to begin to explain. Impossible. But obviously they also do have to explain at some point

Ok here I go down kind of a rabbit hole thinking about them explaining this to their parents:

Sam of course tells nobody in the world anything about his personal relationships but sometimes it tickles me to imagine him telling his parents like the world’s smallest tidbits with absolutely NO space for follow-up questions. Like they let him start a youtube empire when he was 11 so probably they’re fairly okay with whatever his deal is. He’s texting them occasional one sentence updates and calling them quarterly and ignoring any subsequent questions they have about him dating ben and adam. I’m running a marathon I’m dating two of my coworkers I’m flying to Japan for my youtube business. period.

Adam I think desperately wants to talk about his relationship to everyone and especially his mom so he is not keeping it a secret. He needs her advice he needs her guidance he needs to share soft stories about ben and sam!!! 

BEN. Ben I imagine is like. Deep in the hole. Didn’t tell his parents about this when it started and now it’s been two years. You guys I can’t tell the truth NOW we have to gaslight my mom. It’s the only way. Sam would do it but Adam is like uh NO WAY this is your problem you have to fix it. so there’s some conflict there

So this is the premise and then magical accident uhhh. UHH. okay i struggled to think of a magic accident but looking at my own ao3 fully 15% of my fics are magic or magic adjacent so i guess i need to GET OVER IT. I mean if it’s like magical realism and not a fully magic AU then perhaps ben accidentally creates a magic stress poltergeist that embodies his various fears and concerns about his relationship and then they have to deal with a kind of rascal spirit causing problems in their household. If we go FULL magic au then ben is a cute little hedgewitch (!!!) and accidentally does some kind of witchcraft to adam during a spat about whether to tell ben’s scary witch mother about their collective relationship and then feels really bad and has to turn adam back from a hawthorne tree or what have you and apologize a bunch. Honestly hedgewitch ben is kind of compelling to me

i also think it would be kind of funny for ben to just go on a whole solo miyazaki adventure that solves none of his problems and he also doesn’t experience character growth and then he comes back and still has to tell his mom about his boyfriends. LOL

[yuwuta]

twin aus are fun bc sukuna is sooooo ugly and yuuji is soooooooo pretty and beautiful and lovely <3 completely understand why sukuna ends up the deliquent loser twin bc why would anybody choose him when <3yuuji<3 is right there

[gingermintpepper]

I've seen so many interesting and fun greek myth ships over the years both divine and mortal supported by text and just for fun, and yet I fear tonight, I will be throwing my hat into the ring as a propagator of niche greek myth ships because like, no seriously how is Aristaeus/Dionysus not already thing.

[girlivealwaysbean]

pata hai last kuch din i was very busy with my project kyunki final dena tha and binding karni thi etc to wo karwayi then i went to the bookfair bekaar tha then parso submit karne jaa rahi to subah accident hogaya (bhai ki bike skid hogayi and we fell down) and now i have a big ass blue bruise on my upper thigh and my parents don't even know lmao and kal ek science conference thi to i had to sit in an auditorium for 6 hours listening to accomplished people speak. that's what you missed now your turn

omg i knew everything in this except for the accident cause i stalk your blog vigorously everyday are you okay!!!!!!!!!! did you get tetanus shots!!!!!!!!!! also on your upper thigh oh no that's where future jiju is supposed to write MINE na as per our beloved song guilty as sin?

[unriding]

Me sneaking into your asks with this drabble:

Disclaimer: I have yet to get a good grasp of Moze's character so this might be a bit OOC and on your side as well (sorry). I did my best. Also, this was inspired by the post you made abt telling Moze your tasks for the day | 600+ words (not proofread)

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In Moze's eyes, you reminded him of a dog catching a case of the zoomies.

You were quite literally everywhere. He'd find you talking to someone one moment before you're rushing off to do something else entirely the next. It seemed like you had quite a lot on your plate as of recently. Tasks, things you wanted to do, and so much more spinning around that mind of yours. You've told him a bit of your plans so he has a general idea. But seeing you juggling all of those tasks at once makes both admiration and concern bloom in his chest.

One time, Moze found you carrying a box filled with items. It would've been amusing to him how comical it was that the items piled so high— he could barely see you behind it. However, he did worry right after given how you almost tripped over something. He managed to catch you and the items before both came crashing all over the floor.

He insisted on helping you carry the items to wherever its destination was. It took a bit of pursuasion on his side. Convincing you that it truly wasn't a bother to him at all, and that he'd be very much glad to be of assistance to you.

"I need to get these delivered first. Then go stop by the shop to buy some things. After that…" You go on to ramble about the things you had to do to help get a better vision on what else you had to do. "Oh, no… I messed up." The smile on your face dropping at the thought that had slipped your mind until that moment. "I forgot to invite Jiaoqiu to dinner with the others—"

"It's tomorrow evening, right? He knows. I mentioned it last time when I spoke to him." Moze says with a calm tone.

You blink at him, slightly caught off-guard by the man beside you. Though it's immediately replaced with relief and gratitude. The smile on your face already back, lighting up your features once more. Infectious as always, it makes the corners of his lips tug upwards as well. A small part of him feels quite proud to have been able to help you ease your worries even by a bit.

And this is when you start noticing it.

Did you mention that you're running out of a certain skincare product, but you can't find the time to stop by the store to buy it? Moze conveniently has to stop by near the store and buys it for you. Did you also mention that you wanted to do a certain task but keep forgetting about it? He gently reminds you about it via message or verbal if he's nearby. Did you also happen to mention that you've been meaning to try out a certain desert from a cafe, but the schedule simply doesn't seem to allow you? No fear, he passes by the store to buy you the treat.

Moze doesn't see you as someone incapable of handling things by yourself. To him, he simply sees it as a way to show his care. If making a quick stop somewhere, sending you a small reminder of something you had to do that day, or even helping you out with the tasks you need to accomplish, makes you smile? Gives you a chance to take a break? Let you worry less about the things you need to do? It's worth it in his eyes.

He does his best to avoid making you feel like you're bothering or troubling him (you really aren't). Most of the time, he does them discrcetly and casually. Partially, since he's also scared that you'll think he's weird or a creep for acting like that.

Please don't think of him badly.

Moze truly means well.

[yanderespamton78]

damn it feels so good to actually have friends who i feel safe around. like to have friends who im not worried that if they find out that i like "cringe" things they wont judge me. woah!!

@angry-avaocardo @silly1xxx @gollyimsosoevil

[risingsunresistance]

twitter is entering their "rts > likes" phase now that likes are private after they spent years calling us ungrateful for being demotivated by ratios lmao