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[burningembers91]

Body Talk - Seong Gi-Hun x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Follow up Piece to:

Back Alley Bar Help Wanted

Synopsis: A night celebrating turns to something more when your hidden feelings finally bubble to the surface.

It was quiet in the bar tonight, Mondays usually were. You were grateful for the respite; glad you could use the time to cram some more for your exam. You weren’t sure how you’d made it to the end of your first year of university, but somehow you were on track to come top of your class. You’d managed to juggle studies while working two jobs and had stayed semi-sane in the process. You knew Seong Gi-Hun was to thank for that, always there to help if you were struggling, always making sure you had a smile on your face. He was next to you now, quizzing you using the flash cards you’d spent hours making the night before. He’d become a different person in the last few months, had transformed before your eyes. Gone was the man who drank himself to death each night, who barely remembered to shower and eat. Gi-Hun now made sure his hair was always styled, made sure he was always wearing a nice shirt when he saw you. He’d been sober for nearly nine months, and had started going to the gym. A steady job at a warehouse meant he had money to pay rent, and he was saving up for a plane ticket to visit his daughter in America.

You’d been good for each other, pushing the other to be the best versions of themselves, always support one another when times got tough. You were looking forward to a break from university, looking forward to a summer free of deadlines and exams. Sure, you still had to work two jobs to afford your rent and schooling expenses, but you were looking forward to a little more free time. Gi-Hun had promised you a day trip to Busan, a chance for the two of you to get away, even for a short time. Your friendship had blossomed since that evening in your apartment, and you found that you spent most days with him. You felt his absence when he wasn’t around, feeling like something was missing. Gi-Hun had begun to feel the same. You’d saved him from himself, had thrown him a lifeline when he felt like giving up. you’d been good for him, and his feelings for you had grown over the last few months. Both of you were tiptoeing around the chemistry between you, too afraid to spoil the friendship in case the other didn’t feel the same.

“I think I need to stop,” you sighed, rubbing your tired eyes. “My brain is mush and if I study anymore my head might actually explode.” “Just remember to relax tomorrow,” he smiled, “you know all the answers.” He’d learned that you had a habit of getting in your own head, of doubting yourself when things got tough. You were the smartest person he knew, and he wished you’d give yourself more credit.

He helped you close up the bar, driving you home before saying goodnight. Every evening, he found it harder to leave you, harder to watch you climb the steps to your apartment. He wanted to pull you back into his arms; to kiss you and tell you how much you meant to him. he wanted to make love to you on the sofa you’d spent so many nights studying on, wanted to hear you moan his name. he hated leaving you, hated returning to his empty apartment. He still struggled to sleep most nights, and his thoughts were filled with you on the nights he lay awake.

Gi-Hun couldn’t stop checking his phone the next day, constantly stopping to see if you’d had your results back. You were sitting your exam at 9am and had been up texting him since 5am. He wanted to take you out tonight, wanted to buy you dinner and have a proper celebration. He had no doubt you’d pass, but he still couldn’t help but feel nervous for you. you’d worked so hard to get where you were, and the desperation in your face was evident. He was on break when you called him, your voice shrill. “I passed!” You squealed breathlessly. “I actually passed!” “Amazing!” Gi-Hun couldn’t hide the joy he felt, his smile spreading wide. “Let me take you out tonight. We’ll celebrate properly.” He wanted tonight to be special for you, he wanted you to let your hair down and celebrate the fact you were one year closer to your dream.

That night, Gi-Hun arrived to collect you from your apartment. He’d gone and bought a shirt especially, the crisp white material paired with his favourite jeans. He was speechless when you stepped outside, clad in a burgundy off the shoulder dress. He always thought you looked beautiful, but tonight you’d left him speechless. “What do you think?” you asked, giving him a twirl on the sidewalk as he stood open mouthed. “Very nice,” he finally managed to breath. “Just… wow.” You bit back a smile, enjoying the effect you were having on him. You’d picked this dress especially, knowing it showed off your figure.

You spent the evening in a cozy restaurant, feeling lighter than you had done in months. Gi-Hun couldn’t take his eyes off you, every moment he spent with you only affirming how much he cared for you. You were breathtaking in that dress, and his found his mind wandering, imagining how it would feel to kiss you, how it would feel to peel the dress from your body. You noticed him staring, noticed the way his eyes wondered your frame; the dress was having the desired effect.

You walked home slowly, neither of you wanting to part. Your hands brushed against each other a few times, sparks igniting deep within the pit of your stomach at the slightest of touches. “Do you want to come up?” you asked him when you arrived back your apartment. The chemistry between you was electric, the air almost crackling. You wondered if he could feel it too, wondered if his heart was racing as much as yours was. “Yes,” he answered, swallowing hard as you led him up the stairs. He’d been to your apartment dozens of times but tonight felt different. The tension was palpable, his heart beating so hard in his chest he was scared you might hear it.

Unlocking your door, you headed inside, the two of you standing in your hallway, neither one of you sure what to do next. Gi-Hun could see the steady rise and fall of your chest, could see the hunger in your eyes as looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you whispered, unable to resist him anymore. You needed a release, needed to feel his lips on yours, his hands on your body.

Gi-Hun kissed you gently, his hands caressing the contours of your waist, snaking up your back to the nape of your neck. He heard you moan appreciatively against him, felt your hands trail up his arms and across his shoulders. He allowed himself to be led to your bedroom, your fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt as you went. He could feel his aching cock pressing against the tight fabric of his jeans, could feel the deep ache in the pit of his stomach as you guided his hands towards the zip of your dress. He was shaking as he helped you remove your clothes, the sight of your body setting his senses on fire. He pulled you into him, his hands exploring the delicate curve of your breasts, his fingers gently pinching your nipples as you moaned softly against his touch.

“I need to taste you,” he growled, pushing you down into your mattress as he slid your underwear down over your thighs. You were already soaking wet for him as his fingers explored you, his thumb tracing light circles over your clit. you bucked your hips, your eyes rolling back as his tongue replaced his fingers, tracing slow, delicious patterns against you. you had so much pent-up stress, and Gi-Hun was dying to release it. His tongue and fingers worked together, bringing you to the brink of ecstasy. You tasted like heaven, your tight wet walls gripping his digits as you came for him with a shuddering sob.

You were so desperate for him, so needy as you pulled his lips down to meet yours. You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel his urgency for you in his kisses. You helped him remove his jeans, pushing him down against the mattress. You’d spent so many sleepless nights wondering what he would feel like to be with Gi-Hun, but nothing could match up to reality.

You cried out in unison as you lowered yourself onto him, his hands tightly gripping your hips as you moved against him. you were so wet for him, so tight and Gi-Hun found himself dangerously close to losing control already. You were so beautiful as you fucked him, your moans so loud and unabashed as your bodies moved in perfect sync. He directed your hand down to your clit, watching you pleasure yourself as you rode him. you were so confident, so sure of yourself and Gi-Hun was desperate to see more of this side of you. You could feel him getting close, could feel his thighs shaking as he neared the edge. His eyes were glued to you, to the way your index finger circled your clit, the way your head lolled back as you took every inch of him inside your tight core. He couldn’t hold anymore, a shuddering groan reverberating off the walls as he came, spilling every last drop of himself inside of you.

He stayed with you that night, tangled up in your sheets as you explored each other. There would be time to talk tomorrow, time to figure out what this was between you. In the morning, Gi-Hun would use words to tell you how you made him feel, but tonight, tonight he would let his body do all the talking.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Took a "what are your strengths?"-esque quiz for work and man. I forgot how stupidly stressful these things are

[propertyofwicked]

FIRST - LN

lando discovers his bestfriends little sister is a virgin, and will stop at no lengths to change that (and ruin her for anyone else)

warnings: smut!! MDNI!! virgin reader, fewtrell!sister, mostly soft smut with a small innocence kink

✧ it's officially assignment szn and ur girl is STRESSED. my posts wont be as frequent for a while but i am currently creating a backlog of things to post! ✧

masterlist the playlist

“ok, y/n - truth or dare?” ria asked the girl from across the circle they sat in on the floor of max’s living room.

being so close in age to her older brother, y/n fewtrell fit in well with his friendship group, often preferring to hang out with them over her own friends. a few others were dotted around the house, P and a couple girls using the kitchen. they were all due to head to a club soon, only using max’s house to pre drink as he lived closest.

“truth,” she responded, giggling slightly as the alcohol began to turn her tipsy - not drunk, just jolly she had told max when he last checked on her.

“where is the weirdest place you’ve had sex?” ria asked, giggling to herself at the rest of the group laughed, turning to face y/n for her answer. she went silent, heat rising her face gradually. her eyes scanned the group, everyone staring expectantly at her - only max avoided her gaze, looking at his phone to queue songs to the playlist.

“i- uh, well i guess i…haven’t?” she replied, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. she didn’t know why she was so embarrassed - she was 19, almost 20, and it seemed that everyone around her was coupled up, or at least active in that department. and, it hadn’t been through lack of trying, every man she had almost been with had found out and used it to get to who she was related to - and subsequently, lando - or gave her the ick before they got the chance to.

“what do you mean you haven’t?!” niran had laughed out, he hadn’t meant to laugh, he just couldn’t believe it.

“i ju-”

“ok can we stop quizzing my little sister on her sex life? please,” max interrupted, y/n sighing out a breath of relief when they finally moved to the next person. her eyes scouted across the group of people, glad to see them all distracted and no longer giving her the sympathy eyes over her pathetic excuse of a love life.

in her embarrassment, however, y/n missed the way lando’s eyes had darted to look at her when she had answered, missing the way they darkened slightly at the revelation. he shook the thoughts plaguing his mind away, focusing on keeping his face neutral as he watched the blush rising her cheeks.

she didn’t miss the way his eyes followed her as she snuck out the room, however. she’d hope no one would notice her sneaking into the kitchen, smiling at P before swiping a bottle of something and heading to the garden, legs landing gracefully to sit on a step.

this was not the first time she had dwelled on this, but this time, she could at least comfort the blow of her overactive brain by drinking - or so she thought. as not a moment after she’d removed the cap, the bottle was being snatched from her hands and closely inspected by a man towering above her crouched body.

“this smells like ass, y/n - are you sure you wanna drink it?” lando asked her, lowering himself to sit on the step next to her. the sky was darkening, stars filling the vast blackness.

“yes im sure, thanks dad,” she mocked him, arms reaching over to snatch the bottle from him, but once again, he moved his arm out, stretching the bottle further from her reach.

“nuh uh!” lando said, shaking his head, “only when you tell me why you intend on drinking what im sure is the finest bottle of… £3.99 vodka - jesus, £3.99?”

“sorry mister ‘owns-2-mclarens-and-a-lambo’,” she replied, leaning further into his side in a desperate bid to get the bottle back - she wasn’t even sure she wanted to drink it anymore, she just wanted something to fiddle with when lando eventually forced her to talk to him.

“didn’t answer my question, darlin’” he told her, placing the bottle besides him as he removed one of his threaded bracelets, placing it in her exposed palm.

oh he knew her a little too well.

“i jus- no it’s so stupid,” she conceded, the bracelet twisting around her fingers. she stared directly at it, refusing to meet lando’s intense gaze.

“bet it’s not,” he told her, moving an arm to wrap around her when he felt the chill air brush his own skin.

“you know what’s worse than having to announce to your friends that you’re a lonely little virgin that no one wants? being the lonely little virgin. it’s so fucking embarrassing - i’m 19, hell i’m nearly 20 and when everyone around you has someone in their life, it’s so hard not to feel so behind in your own life, to feel completely unlovable, to constantly feel like there’s something wrong with you,” she breathed out, still refusing to make eye contact with the man besides her.

lando took in a deep breath, choosing his next words so carefully. his hand reached up to her chin, turning her face to look up at his.

“y/n, you are not unlovable, you’re not falling behind in life and there is certainly nothing wrong with you,” he told her, his tone harsh in attempt to knock some sense into her. she shook her head at him in disbelief, his hand dropping back to his side.

“see, i really want to believe you but the evidence isn’t really stacking up in support of your argument. if that was true, i probably wouldn’t be sat in my brother’s back garden throwing myself a pity party.”

“i think your brother might’ve had a part to play in this, if im honest y/n,” lando said, slipping up slightly. she paused at his words, before her head shot round to look at him again.

“what? what do you mean max has something do with the fact no one wants me?”

“it’s not that no one wants you, y/n,” he sighed at her again before giving in, realising he’d already said too much to stop now, “it’s just that max has a bad habit of… threatening anyone who even mentions you in that way?” he added, his tone making it sound like he wasn’t even sure himself.

“threatening them?” she repeated, anger beginning to bubble up in her stomach.

“he’s only actually hit 2 of them - hell even ive had a close call with his fist a few times,” lando laughed, before realising what he’d indirectly admitted to. luckily, neither of them had time to dwell on it before the man in question popped his head round the door.

“what are you two losers doing out here?” he joked, before sensing some tension being thrown his way, “whatever, we’re leaving in a minute if you wanna get ready?”

“no thanks,” y/n told him, pushing herself up and beginning to walk past him.

“huh?” max replied, confused.

“i said, no thanks. wouldn’t wanna risk you punching anyone who shows the slightest interest in me,” she added, arms crossed over her chest as she glared at him. she turned quickly on her heel, walking off, ignoring the group as she trailed up to the spare bedroom.

the two boys shared a look between them, lando’s face holding that of apology whilst max’s was gradually moving to infuriated.

“what did you tell her?” max asked him, jaw clenching slightly.

“i didn’t mean to,” lando replied, throwing his arms out slightly as he stood up, “i just thought she ought to know that the reason boys don’t go for her is not because she is completely unlovable.”

“she said that?” max asked, startled slightly at the comment, “she thought she was unlovable?”

lando said nothing, throwing a simple nod at him before brushing past him and making his way to the front door.

y/n laid in her bed, her mind racing through the conversation with lando, like a record on repeat. she’d heard the rest of them leave the house almost an hour ago, leaving her to lay with her own thoughts once more.

there was nothing wrong with her, max just threatened anyone who came too close to her.

max had punched 2 guys who had tried to get with her.

max had tried to punch lando - wait, why had he tried to punch lando?

the sound of the front door opening, then quickly shutting again drew her from her thoughts, a natural panic spreading through her veins.

“hello?” she called out, confused as to who could be walking in the house right now. there was no response for a moment, the sound of footsteps climbing the stairs filled the silence.

“it’s just me, baby,” a voice called out, the childhood nickname letting her know it was lando approaching her bedroom. the name used to be max and lando’s attempt to tease the girl, calling her a baby when she cried after dropping her ice cream. that was when she was 7, but 13 years later, the nickname still stuck. somewhere along the line, the name had turned from mimicking to a term of endearment, blurring the lines of their friendship every time he called out to her.

“oh thank god, i thought you were a murderer,” she joked, her breathing easing as his head poked around the door, eyes meeting hers.

“you thought i was a murderer and chose to shout ‘hello’? brave, or stupid?” lando joked back.

“never let them know your next move,” y/n replied with a shrug, before noticing the way one of lando’s hands remained hidden behind the door, “whatcha got there?” she asked him, the way one would ask a dog who had something they shouldn’t.

“depends, are you gonna be nice to me?” he shot back.

“me? im always nice to you, lan,” an innocent smile built on her face.

“tell that to the scar on my back.”

“tell the scar on your back to get over it, it was 10 years ago,” she snorted as he moved further into the door frame.

“no ice cream for you then,” lando replied, smirking at her as he shrugged.

“you got ice cream?” she asked, eyes widening at him.

“thought you might wanna watch a film and forget about tonight with a flurry.”

“gimme,” y/n said, making grabby hands that would’ve been embarrassing had she not already had the worst night of her life.

“nuh uh, not until you’re nice to m-”

“oh get over here you drama queen,” she groaned at him, patting the spot next to her on the bed. lando would never say no to her, giving in so easily as he climbed under the blanket, an arm falling naturally behind her head as he did.

he began fiddling with the tv remote, scrolling through netflix for something to watch. y/n leant further into his embrace, her head settling lightly on his chest as she looked up at him.

“lan - why didn’t you stay at the club?” she asked quietly, fighting the urge to fiddle with her fingers, nervous at the thought of insinuating that he’d want to spend his evening with her instead.

“clubs are only good when you’re drunk,” lando replied with a shrug, eyes still focused on the tv, “id rather just be the designated driver and still be able to get up for training in the morning.”

his eyes flitted down at her quickly, glad she’d returned her gaze to the screen as if he’d seen her wide eyes staring up at him, lando doubted he’d be able to control himself. what she’d revealed earlier still flew around his brain as he fought desperately to shake away any thoughts of taking her innocence, ruining her for anyone else. god, he felt like a creep.

the two fell into a comfortable silence, both of them appearing to focus on the film playing in front of them. lando’s hand remained tightly around her waist, his hand moving beneath her shirt slightly for his fingers to trace circles into her skin. her head remained on his chest, each breath taking in the lingering smell of his aftershave.

“lan?” she broke the silence again, looking up at him once again.

“yes, baby?” he replied, eyes never straying from the screen.

“what did you mean earlier when you said max had even tried to punch you?”

his head shot down to look at her, feeling himself crumble slightly as her eyes stared widely up at him, her tired voice drawing him further into the trap. he could lie, tell her it was a misunderstanding. or he could tell her the truth, and pray it didn’t destroy his entire friendship with the fewtrell siblings.

“when you told me i wasn’t unlovable earlier, you really meant…” she asked, filling in for his silence. she trailed off at the end of her sentence, unwilling to get her hopes up.

“yeah.. so about that,” he said, trying to regain his confidence. she hit at his chest lightly, pushing herself to sit up and look at his face clearer than ever.

“how long?” she asked him with unwavering eye contact.

“longer than i want to admit,” lando replied, smiling at her awkwardly, “and i understand if you don’t fe-”

“kiss me.”

“wha-”

“you heard me,” she told him before joining their lips apprehensively. it started off slow, both testing the waters before falling into a steady pace. his tongue swiped her bottom lip softly, deepening the kiss as his hand raised to hold her jaw. she stifled a moan, embarrassed at the way her body was reacting to the slightest touch.

“don’t get shy on me now, baby,” he told her, hands dropping to her waist, “come ‘ere.”

lando’s hands settled on her hips, fingers gripping at them slightly to guide her onto his lap. as she settled into the new position, he kissed her again, gentle in the way he pulled her in closer, his free hand disappearing under her shirt to draw circles into her skin once more. her hips instinctively rolled into his at the feeling, and he gripped at her skin harder, a small groan escaping his mouth.

“fuck, keep that up and i won’t be able to stop,” he warned her as she rolled her hips again. his head dropped to her jaw, pressing soft kisses along the skin.

“what if i don’t want this to stop?” she asked him, causing him to pause, looking up at her softly.

“are you sure?” he asking, checking her face for any sign of hesitancy. she nodded at him before speaking.

“there’s no one i trust more.”

with her reassurance, lando flipped the top of them over, trailing kisses down her neck as he hovered above her.

“we’ll go slow,” he told her as he pulled at her t-shirt, tugging the fabric up her torso, “wanted this for so long. gonna take my time with you,” he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to the skin of her stomach. her back arched into him slightly, helping him remove her top fully. y/n felt exposed, more so than usual. had it not been for lando’s large hands snaking up to grab at her breasts, she would’ve used her own to shield her nudity.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbled again, before dipping his head to take one of her nipples in his mouth, tongue flicking at it, his fingers tugged at the other. he pushed himself back up, re joining their lips in a sweet kiss.

“gonna make you feel good, alright?” he asked her, watching the way her head nodded at him, “yeah? need you to use your words from now on baby.”

“think you should take your top off now,” she told him, her confidence returning slightly, “seems a bit unfair,” she added, jokingly pointing at her own exposed chest.

“so it is,” he agreed, sitting back on his knees as his hands gripped the bottom of his own t-shirt, lifting it over his head. the material landed on the floor, but y/n couldn’t care less - she was much more focused on the way his muscles looked, a combination of his tan and the soft fairy lights illuminating his features in a way that had her stomach rolling for him.

“oi! my eyes are up here,” he joked, settling himself between her legs. lando’s hands trailed up the exposed skin of her thighs, dragging his fingers slowly. her hips jutted up slightly at the sensation, a satisfied smirking fighting its way onto lando’s face.

“this ok?” he asked her, hands toying with the waistband of her shorts.

“yeah,” she breathed out, anticipation beginning to get the better of her as he began pulling the material away from her heat.

“tell me to stop and i’ll stop,” lando told her, discarding her shorts with his top, before adjusting his gaze to her, “just relax f’me. breathe,” he added, noticing the way her chest had frozen, breath caught in her throat. a finger ran through her folds softly, her hips rolling slightly at the sudden feeling of his rough finger pad circling her clit. his movements stopped for a moment as he moved back up her body, kissing her softly as he gathered her slick along his fingers.

“so wet for me,” he told her, kissing at her jaw, “gonna get you ready for me, ok?”

“please, lan,” she begged, panting slightly as his fingers circled her heat again, pressing into her slightly. it’s not like she hadn’t done this before on herself, which was potentially her downfall the moment he pressed a finger into her, the stretch unexpected. lando’s face pressed into her neck, kissing a trail along the skin as he pumped his finger a few times. he could hear every noise she made for him so clearly, drawing him to push a second finger into her, feeling the way her walls clamped around him.

“im ready, lan, please just fuck me,” she begged him, panting in between her words. he could’ve passed out her words, blood rushing from his brain and straight to his cock. his body pushed back up, standing quickly to remove the rest of his clothes. her hands halted him as they reached out and grabbed at the waist band of his joggers, pulling them down slowly as the pressure of his cock strained against the tight material. he helped her remove them fully, her spare hand adding difficulty as she palmed him through his boxers.

“fuck, angel,” he groaned, careful not to overwhelm her as she pulled at his boxers, tugging them down as she had his joggers. however they soon established his noises were not as overwhelming as the size of his cock - her eyes widening as she came face to face with it, her finger running down the thick vein that travelled his length.

“like what you see?” he joked in attempt to ease her nerves.

“how-? is that gonna fit?” she stuttered, gaze travelling down to her stomach as if she were trying to size herself up.

“im sure we’ll make it work,” he replied, hand reaching to her chin, forcing her to look back up at him, “remember, we can stop whenever.”

she nodded at him, before reaching up, looping her arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. he used the leverage to lay her back down, hovering over her once again as he rested on his forearm. without breaking the kiss, he reached down, guiding his cock through her folds a few times before settling the tip at her entrance.

“you sure?” lando checked again, searching her face for any last minute apprehension.

“are you sure?” she retorted, her smile illuminated by the moons glow, “can’t imagine fucking a virgin is high on your bucket list.”

“you’d be surprised,” he responded, mumbling slightly, his cock throbbed in his hand. he began lowering his hips, pushing into her slowly, low grunts falling from his lips as he disappeared further inside her.

“breathe baby, breathe for me,” he told her, feeling the way her body had tensed, her chest stilling as she inhaled deeply, “feel so good.”

lando waited a moment, watching the way her face softened, his necklace dangling dangerously around her lips. he started moving at a gentle pace, careful to listen to her responses.

“feels good,” she told him, eyes looking into his.

“yeah? ‘my the first person to make you feel good?” he asked, baiting her slightly.

“yes, fuck lan. only you.”

he close to lost it, his brain short circuiting at her words. he began to move faster in her, relishing in the way she moaned his name, her walls contracting around his cock. his hand reached between the two of them, fingers flicking at her clit before drawing pressured circles around her heat.

“faster, lan, please,” y/n begged him, her hand raising to tug at his curls.

“gonna ruin you for anyone else, angel,” he grunted, hips snapping into hers at a brutal pace, his eyes focused on the way her breasts moved in unison with his thrusts.

lando felt his high coming quicker than he could ever remember, feeling the way her grip on his bicep tightened and her breathing became more sporadic letting him know she was close too.

“you wanna cum with me?” he asked her, his tone soft whilst his pace remained rough, his fingers beginning to trace his own name on her clit. it gave him a sense of ownership over her, an invisible trace of him that would linger on her sensitivity forever - and she loved it, whining at the feeling of his skin on hers.

“please, fuck. wanna cum,” she told him, eyes shutting as her head rolled back. lando’s head dropped to her exposed neck, his teeth nipping at the skin before he titled his head further, mouth landing on the flesh of her breast. he’d quickly realised that leaving visible mark on his best friends little sister was potentially not the smartest idea, choosing to nip at the skin of her tit, mouth sucking the flesh into his lips as he did. his raised himself up again, admiring the way blood ran to the surface of her skin, only imagining the way she’d look when a bruise formed on the spot.

“only me?” he asked her, hand moving to grip her jaw, dark eyes locking with hers.

“only you,” she replied in a breathless moan.

“good girl,” he said, feeling the way her hips rolled up into his, heat running through her entire body as her climax washed over her. y/n shook around him lightly, her stomach spasming as she rode out her high, but lando couldn’t stop and admire the view. he pulled out quickly, feeling his own high rising in his cock, both of their eyes glued on the way his cock shot out ropes of cum that landed on her stomach.

“so….” she started, trying to fill the somewhat awkward tension in the room.

“we are so doing that again,” he said with a chuckle and he moved to locate his joggers on the floor.

“oh absolutely,” she replied, laughing with him as the fear of him leaving her washed away, though her eyebrow quirked up at him as he shuffled to the door.

“just grabbing a cloth. gotta get you cleaned up so we can finish the film,” he added with a smile.

minutes later, they were both sat back in the bed, her legs thrown over his lap as one hand grazed the skin of his back lightly, lando’s hand running up and down her thigh in a similar fashion. they sat in a comfortable silence, knowing that eventually they would need to discuss the future of this, the future of them, but for now lando relished in the way her hand continuously stroked at the same spot on his back. the same spot - he internally questioned.

“watcha doing?” he finally asked, curious to her supposed fixation on his left shoulder blade.

“apologising to the scar on your back?” she retorted, circling back to their earlier conversation.

“never apologise for anything ever again,” he mumbled into her hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“what if i murdered your entire family?” she piped up.

“i support women’s rights and their wrongs.”

“preach.”

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[theanimeoftheblackbunnymask]

What type of yandere do you think sigma and nikolai would be?

Sure!

Links: {Masterlist} {Jouno and Tecchou Yandere Idea}

Nikolai Gogol (Yandere Idea)

Nikolai is a lot to deal with, privacy is no longer a thing. Nikolai will never give you moment of peace. He's always talking to you, throwing random quizzes at you, using his ability to either see you, touch you or just mess with you.

But don't let this fool you, Nikolai is quite the manipulator. Nikolai tends to guilt trip you a lot, and likes to mock you and degrade you for his personal amusement while he hugs you.

A question you ask yourself a lot is if he actually loves you. It's not on a "He treats me like shit," kind of way, it'd more like, "He treats like I'm a pet/doll."

Nikolai often dresses you up in little outfits and has you help out with his tricks, even if they're super easy. Nikolai confuses you a lot. He claims that he hates human emotions and will kill you eventually, but his actions often contradict himself.

Also, out of all the yanderes, his punishments are the most cruel. His often energetic personality becomes a lot more sinister when he's upset. His smile wouldn't have any joy, it would sadistic and filled with anger, and the look in his eyes send a chill down your spine. When it comes to actual punishments, I can see Nikolai being on the more physical and emotional side of things. His punishments are often a mixture of emotional and physical pain. He'd always start his punishments off as a game, giving you two options on which game the two of you will be playing. This really fucks with your brain because he'll purposely make the game you choose harder and more painful. Games often very, but all of them end with you hiding in a dark corner, hugging your knees as you cry. Nikolai would only laugh at your expense and tell you that you're no fun. But keep in mind, his energy and joy during punishments is all an act, if you tic him off during these punishments, even a little bit, the facade will drop.

If it wasn't clear enough, Nikolai is definitely on the more playful and teasing side of things as a yandere, rarely taking things seriously and constantly being a pain in your side. It takes a lot to make him mad, he's attempting to lose all emotions afterall, but if you do, he just becomes a husk of a person, a truly terrifying sight.

King of stalking. He can literally disguise himself as anyone, and he uses this skill to his advantage. He often pretends to be the worker at places you often go to. That one Cafe across the street, oh yeah, he was hired there last week.

However, despite his strong desire to kill you, his biggest fear is losing you. You make him feel something, you make feel love, you make him weak. You keep him bound to the chains of emotions and make him never reach true freedom, so he wants to kill you, to be freed of you. But, the way you smile, the way you cry when he hurts you, the you walk, the way you yell at him when you grow sick of his mind games and quizzes, he grows more and more obsessed. He can't let you go. He just can't.

Fyodor influences his actions like crazy ngl. He loves talking about you, especially to Fyodor, and one day Fyodor told him that if he truly wanted you to love him, even if he does cruel things to you, he'd have to break you down into nothing, make you dependent on him for everything, and then build you back up in his image. However, Nikolai wants a doll that still has a lot of life in them, making you cry and scream would be much more enjoyable when it's sincere. But, a sweet, quiet, obedient doll, he wouldn't mind that either. With Nikolai, I feel like your actions will dictate how he'll want you.

Nikolai is very hard yandere to understand, and if his darling even wants to try and use Manipulation to get their way, you got another thing coming. Nikolai is far from dumb, and is also extremely aware, so sure, he'll play into the idea that you're gaining control over him day by day, but in reality, it's the other way around.

So in conclusion, Nikolai is definitely one of the more scary yanderes. He's extremely deceiving, but if I had to compare him to Fyodor, Dazai, or even worse, Jouno, than he's a fucking angel.

Sigma (Yandere Idea)

Sigma would be the sweetest fucking yandere, dear lord.

Sigma is probably the only yandere in BSD that wouldn't be abusive in nature. Maybe a little bit manipulative, but that's damn near about it.

I can see Sigma being a very protective darling, wanting to keep you away from any harm, emotional and physical.

He would do everything in his power to keep you a secret. He's already in a very dangerous position as a member of the DOA, but if Nikolai, or even worse Fyodor, finds out about your existence, he can't help but imagine what they'll do to you.

I'd say the relationship Sigma would have with his darling would be pretty normal for the most part. Whenever he comes home after a long day at the casino, he always makes sure to get you a gift, may it be flowers or a piece of jewelry.

Sigma would be very awkward with his love. He's barely lived life, let alone been in a relationship. The feelings he has for you are very foreign and often causes him stress, but whenever you do something romantic for him, he often goes blank.

Now, would Sigma kidnap you? Ehhhh, maybe, it depends. Sigma doesn't want to hurt you in anyway, and if you're not very keen on the idea of being kidnapped, he'll have to find another way to get to you.

When it comes to the topic of punishments, Sigma hates them. Sigma is extremely patient, so making him so upset to the point he'll punish you is a fucking talent. But, his punishments would be very light. He'll lock you in your room as a punishment, but the moment you start crying and begging to be let out, he caves. He has a massive soft spot for you and just wants your love and affection.

One downside of being with Sigma is your freedom. Sigma is very concerned about your safety, so in the beginning he would keep you hidden while he tended at the casino. However, as time went on, his paranoia began to grow. What if someone finds you and you get hurt? What if you get kidnapped? What if you left him? Thoughts like that would race in his head while at the casino, causing him to not be at the top of his game. So, he decided to keep you at the casino with him, keeping in his office while be worked. Keeping you secret from the DOA became significantly harder, but at least you're not alone.

You would definitely get stockholm syndrome with Sigma, if not just fall in love with him normally. Sigma is such a sweetheart, probably the best boyfriend in BSD. He is very awkward in the beginning due to him being unfamiliar with romance, but once he gets more comfortable, he becomes the perfect boyfriend.

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

Tess' Sharpuary - 28. Smirk (*)

Aesop finds his sweetheart made a little list about himm. About the various way he smirks at her, that is.

a/n: I *may* have cheated slightly with this one, as the list has existed for a few months at this point, but it is what it is 😅Also, the dressing table is my little nod towads the ruling queen of drawing backgrounds and victorian furniture in general, Cress ❤

chapter specific tags: 15+!, established relationship, sexual themes

relationships: aesop sharp x reader

28. Smirk (0.9k)

tw: sexual themes (mentioned heavily), age difference (reader is an adult)

In Aesop’s defence, the first thing on his mind as he approached his sweetheart’s open diary was to close it and put it back into one of the drawers of her dressing table where she usually kept it. It was not like the two of them kept any secrets from each other (apart from little romantic surprises and presents, of course), but reading a partner’s personal diary without their explicit consent was still a massive breach of privacy in Aesop’s opinion.

And yet, when he finally reached the open journal, he paused. He didn’t mean to peek, but found himself rather unable not to read on when he caught a glimpse of the title of her apparently most recent entry.

‘List of Aesop Sharp’s Smirks’

Under the title was indeed a list of ten points. The potions master’s hand twitched, but wouldn’t move to close the diary. His eyes read the first few points:

We're going to have ourselves a good night.

Come have some fun into my chambers.

He couldn’t stop his lips from forming into a small grin. He couldn’t deny it - he was growing very interested in the rest of the list. Maybe he could chance reading it quickly. It was innocent enough, a little list his sweetheart made for fun. He could beg for forgiveness later.

3. How would you feel about some less-than-innocent activity

4. I'm going to make your toes curl tonight.

Oh, alright! Now we’re getting to the more fun ones. He wondered whether he truly had ten ways of smirking at her when it came to the promise of a passion filled night (or day), and if so, how was she able to determine the meaning? He could admit that there was a way he smirked at her when he was in the mood for a more carnal kind of fun, but he had no idea his smirks had a scale!

5. You're going to moan my name like a prayer.

6. My back will bear the perfect imprints of your nails.

He bit his lower lip. He wouldn’t mind feeling the sting of her fingernails on his back again soon. Feeling them there, under his shirt, following his movements as he went about his day served as a sweet reminder, one that made a feeling of thrill course through his veins, even as he did completely mundane things, like hand out pop-quizzes. His back already bore small scars shaped like small crescent moons, and they were his pride and joy. Maybe he could try to replicate smirk number 6, soon...

7. You'll later be embarrassed from just how wanton your screams were.

8. You'll beg me to destroy you.

Wouldn’t be the first. With a smile, Aesop remembered the various nights during which she did beg him to go harder, faster, deeper, tears rolling out of her eyes. She was so beautiful when she submitted to him completely like this, when she let him manhandle her to his own pleasure, arching against him, clinging onto him for dear life. Of course, even when he did get rougher, he always made sure she reached the peak of her pleasure, preferably several times.

9. You won't be able to speak within the next 24 hours from how much I'll make you scream

Again, not the first. The potions master grinned smugly. Edging, and subsequent overstimulation made his sweetheart release cries that neither of them thought her capable of making. Aesop loved it, though, and he wanted to hear more. Poor darling, she nodded off in exhaustion right after he was finally done with her. Luckily, he always had some potion for a sore throat ready for her in the morning. Among other potions for different sore things. Occasionally for the two of them.

10. You're not leaving the bed for the following two days. Not that you'd be able to.

Hm… Well, he wasn’t aware of this smirk. That is, they did spend a lot of time in bed together, but two days straight? As proud as Aesop was of his stamina, he wasn’t sure he had enough of it for two days. Only one way to find out, he supposed.

“Ace?” came her voice from the door, and the potions master jumped in surprise. Panic filled him as he saw her standing at the door. However, instead of looking mad that he just read an entry in her diary, a small smile played upon her mouth. Nevertheless: “I-... I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to snoop, but…” “It’s alright. There’s nothing secret in there. It’s just a little way to clear my head.” 

She walked towards him, and he silently handed her the journal. She chuckled as she realised what her sweetheart just read

“I was just wondering about number 10,” Aesop said carefully, still feeling slightly embarrassed for having been caught red-handed. “Oh, 10 hasn’t happened. Yet,” she said nonchalantly as she stored her diary away into the dressing table. “Any plans to make it happen?” he asked then, a sly smile finally coming back to his face.

She turned towards him, extending her hands for him to hold. He instantly took hold of them and pulled her closer: “Nothing set in stone, but I don’t doubt there will come a time. What else are honeymoons for?” Aesop laughed softly, before pressing a small kiss against her mouth. And then - he smirked.

“Ooh, trying number 5 on me, are we?” she teased, grinning back at him.

“What? This is number 6, loud and clear! I should know, it’s my own mouth!”

“It’s number 5, trust me. This is a scientific list, tested and confirmed, while it is your mouth, it is I who sees it.”

“Oh, just kiss me, you impossible woman.”

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed ❤

[AO3] - [Sharpuary 2024] - [Masterlist]

[journey-to-the-attic]

Hi Kin. I wanted to ask, how did you manage things like writer's block or creative burnout while writing JTTA? I'm midway through a longfic now and it's kind of exhausting. I feel like I'm whining but I barely get any comments or asks or anything.

hi anon! honestly i'm not sure if i was the right person to ask this, because i... kind of didn't? as in, i didn't really have these problems - boring answer, i know!

i got lucky because i hit a sweet spot where the base story and characters were strong, but with just enough gaps in plot, worldbuilding, development, etc. such that the momentum of filling everything in carried me through the whole process. but there were definitely a lot of occasions where i sat there thinking "okay i have no idea what to do now"

in those cases, often i had to just step back and ruminate on it for a little while - i've pretty much constantly got little ideas bouncing around my head, and sometimes they hit each other like snowballs and form into more fully-fledged plot points, scenes, dialogue, so on. i try to keep track of these in notes apps, personal discord channels, etc, and dip into them if i'm stuck on something!

not sure if your fic is for obey me, but this could still apply even if not - with all the pop quizzes and devilgrams that put the characters in a bunch of new contexts, it's helpful seeing how that character's static vs dynamic traits persist/change depending on them, and often that'll give you inspiration as well. depending on what you've got available, you could browse through source material, or brainstorm aus, whichever you enjoy most

i'm really not sure HOW i've stuck with obey me for so long, but somehow it's just stuck with me. i don't remember being so invested in it before jtta, so that's probably why, but i just really love these guys, and i suppose that's why i never burnt out of it? i think it was also because i knew what story i wanted to tell, and i really wanted to make sure ik got her happy ending, and that carried me through as well

seriously, though - do take breaks. every writer's mileage varies, so take a step back whenever you need to. writing fics should be fun! sometimes it does feel like a chore, and it becomes more like 'the only thing i hate more than writing is not writing', but it happens to all of us. sometimes you've just got to rest until your second wind comes along

in terms of comments and such... yeah, it's a tough one! the unfortunate thing is that a vast majority of readers - even if they really enjoyed your writing! - won't leave a comment. don't take this as a direct reflection on your writing! often the reader can't think of what to say, is too shy, or quite simply forgot

again though... i'm not sure if i'm the best person to ask for advice here! i started publishing jtta without much expectation for an audience, given the genre of game it's written for, so any attention was more a nice surprise than anything. i suppose that, later on, when the fic was more well-established, i did start holding some expectation of response - and it really is tough when you don't get as much of one as you were hoping for

i've seen people talking about how the ask culture on tumblr has died down a lot in recent times, so i'm sure you're not the only one feeling like this! all i can suggest is trying to find more friends (mutuals?) and... networking, i guess? i've seen advice saying to share your fic within communities of writers, too

i can't honestly say if these things'll work, because i'm very bad about interacting with a wider fandom in anything - i usually keep to myself, so often i don't have much of an expectation for how and when people come chat. as in real life, i'm only a chatterbox when approached first haha

i'm not sure how helpful this has been, but i'm rooting for you! if you'd like to share your fic here, please do - though i understand if that's something you'd rather keep to yourself as well.

creating things is a joy - it might take some searching to find a circle, but the beauty of the internet is that you will, somewhere out there! wishing you the best ^^

[elvenbeard]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Yes I'm actually doing this on a Wednesday wooo :D

I just went back through all my tags of the last month and man, you guys ;__; <3 I'm not good at keeping up with tumblr atm and I don't have something to share every week, so I think once a month a WIP Wednesday might be a good compromise XD Thank you for all the tags!!

@theviridianbunny @dreamskug @ouroboros-hideout @lokiina @therealnightcity @chevvy-yates tagging you all right back!

So, with that off of my list of works in progress, as is answering all the tag games and quizzes, some projects I'm working on atm:

Writing: Love is stored in the olive jar (WT) - Chapter 13

It's done, but still needs a lot of editing, as it got very heavy on dialogue in the end and I want it all to flow more nicely and make it a bit more scenic XD Too many instances of "she looked up again" or "he paused for a moment/second" xD But I'm getting there! Here's a snippet from the already somewhat polished beginning:

“Alright,” Fuentes said as she finally caught her breath again, “I suggest we cut straight to the chase.” “Yes,” V nodded, “Thank you again for taking the time.” “Of course,” Fuentes nodded, “I have to admit, I have been thinking about you and your case a lot these past days. Even with the limited knowledge I have so far, I still believe I may be able to help. If you are willing now to tell me more about your condition now, of course.” ‘Willing’ wasn’t the word V would use, it was more a necessity at this point. “I will,” he said, “But only if you can provide me with a certain level of security.” Fuentes shifted in her chair slightly and frowned, then she opened one of the drawers of her desk and pulled out a tablet. She turned it on and began to search for something on it while maintaining eye contact with V as best as she managed. “You’ve come here today as my patient. As far as I’m concerned, everything, anything that we discuss, falls under the doctor-patient confidentiality. My contract with the Little China MedCenter binds me to treat your data and information with utmost care and discretion. All data we store is locked away securely, all in accordance with your Trauma Team policy. I can resend you the patient information papers and contracts, although I think most of them you should already have…” “I care less about the MedCenter than about what you personally do with the information I’m going to give you,” V said, and Fuentes stopped her search, narrowing her eyes slightly. “I’m not sure what you’re alluding to,” she said, still polite, but significantly more tense than before. “Nothing,” V shook his head carefully, “This is just not something I tell random strangers on the street… no offense, of course. If I have to play with open cards, I need you to as well.”

In which Vince hates doctors but has to trust one now, boo XD

Writing: Some drabbles :3

Inbetween the longfic I still have some ask prompt drabbles to fill that I'm looking forward to tackling soon! And in a sudden burst of inspiration I wrote out a long although not very serious convo between Vince and Johnny the other day xD I'd love to turn it into a (VP) comic maybe, but I'm not sure yet XD

Art: Nothing new since last time, slowly chipping away at some bigger projects inbetween

VP: Currently no concrete plans for a bigger project

Although I wanna do more "days in the life" for Vince!! And I wanna play around more with some poses though and have a very soft set to share that I gotta edit a bit still ;_; Tomorrow probably!

Also, I'd like to turn the interface thingies from my recent "V as NPC" projects into shareable templates, that is also on my wip/ to-do list! Just wanna gather some in-game reference shots first :D

Modding: 👀👀👀

I'm working on a little something maybe, and I'm so excited :DDD Just gotta relearn how to do Archive XL, it's been half a year xD And I fought MLSetup Builder so fucking hard, but now I know how to edit MLMask Setups, so that's a victory at least XD And I have a base for a very kitschy coat :3

But yes, so much to that so far! See you again in a month or so probably with an ever-growing pile of wips xD But maybe some more writing, maybe some more art, and maybe a finished mod after too long 👀

[danielfuckingricciardo]

The Esteban and Fernando ones are good!

can i ask for Toto and song number 5, or Mick and song 16

I really hope all songs will be picked 🤗

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! ♥︎

(I am working my way through all of these, albeit very slowly right now! But I promise every single one of these will be filled eventually!)

I absolutely love this one, I feel like the wholesome vibes of this song completely match Mick’s vibe so well! I hope you enjoy this one!

(Your Toto request is also on its way! I’ll be sure to tag you when I post it ☺️)

Song 16 - Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) // The Beatles

Pairing - Mick Schumacher x Reader

Word Count - 1.6k

Content Warnings - Swearing, serial killer references, mild sexual references

I sat on a rug biding my time Drinking her wine We talked until two and then she said "It's time for bed"

“It’s not much, but this is home. Make yourself comfortable, I’ll go get the wine.” You say, turning to Mick, whose eyes were busy taking in every inch of your tiny apartment.

He snaps out of his trance and nods as you disappear into the kitchenette to retrieve the bottle of wine you kept around for emergencies, and two glasses.

You turn around for a second, and take a moment to observe as your slightly tipsy companion struggled to remove his shoes. You can’t help but smile at his mannerisms, there was just something so endearing about him, which was what had initially drawn you to him earlier that evening.

Typically, you would never bring home strange men you had just met that night in a bar. You’ve watched enough true crime documentaries to know that a lot of them start this way, but with Mick, you just couldn’t help yourself. He didn’t seem like the type to seduce innocent women into bed only to chop them up into tiny pieces and feed them to his dogs. He was too sweet for that, too innocent. Gazing into those bright blue eyes of his you could tell that he had a good, kind soul. You wanted to stare into his eyes forever, and that’s why, as the bar closed for the evening, you found yourself asking if he wanted to go home with you.

You hadn’t meant it in a suggestive way. If bringing home strange men wasn’t your style, then sleeping with them immediately after meeting them was even more unlike you. Honestly, you just wanted to spend time with him. He was just great to talk to. He listened attentively, spoke so sweetly and succinctly, and he really understood your wacky sense of humour. You wouldn’t mind, of course, if the evening progressed towards something a little less friendly and a little more heated, but you were happy just to get to know him more, away from the loud music and passionate punters of the bar the two of you had met at.

Wine and your only two clean matching glasses in hand, you leave the kitchen and return to the lounge, where you see Mick sat on the floor, his back resting against the sofa, and a throw cushion in his arms squeezed tightly against his chest.

“You’re a floor person too, huh?” You say as you drop to your knees beside him, sliding in next to him and placing the wine and glasses beside you on the rug.

“Yeah. It just looked… comfy.” He says with a smile.

“Can’t argue with that. My landlord just had new carpets fitted and it’s like walking on a chinchilla.” You say with a chuckle.

“That’s a strange mental image, the poor chinchillas!” Mick says, and you both erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Have you ever stroked a chinchilla? It’s like petting a tiny cloud! Did you know that their fur is so dense that they can’t actually get wet because their fuzz retains the moisture for so long it can cause a skin infection for the poor babies.” You say, and Mick raises an eyebrow at you.

“So how do they get clean?” He asks.

“They take dust baths!” You say, and Mick nods.

“You sure do know a lot of things.” He says, and you chuckle slightly.

“Oh, it’s all pointless trivia, I assure you. Not all that useful in real life but I’m great at quizzes.”

“Got any more pointless facts for me?”

“Ooh, umm… Roman soldiers were actually paid in salt because back then it was super valuable. That’s where we get the word salary from, because salt in Latin is sal.” You say, and Mick smiles.

“Being with you is like having a glass of wine with Wikipedia.” Mick says, and you chuckle.

“I hope that’s a good thing and I haven’t like, totally freaked you out with my nerdiness already.” You say, and Mick shakes his head.

“Nah, I like it. I like you.” He says, and you can’t help but smile at his compliment.

“Wine?” You ask, gesturing to him with the bottle.

“Yes please.”

“I’m afraid it’s only the cheap, screw-top stuff. I’m sure you’re used to better.” You say, opening the bottle and filling his glass to the appropriate level, before filling your own.

“It all tastes the same anyway. I’m convinced wine experts just gaslight themselves into thinking otherwise.” He says, and you laugh.

“Conspiracy theory alert!” You chuckle, before taking a long swig of your beverage.

Mick takes a sip and pulls a face as he swallows.

“I’m starting to think maybe I just don’t like red wine.” He says, and you collapse into a fit of tipsy giggles.

“Does anyone? To be honest, I only buy red because I don’t have space in the fridge for anything else.” You say, and it’s Mick’s turn to laugh.

“I know some red wine guys. I’m definitely not one of them.” He says with a smile, and you shake your head.

“This really is a shitty red. I’m getting notes of pickle brine, paint thinner and… plastic?” You say, holding the glass up to your nose and taking a deep inhale.

Mick begins to giggle tipsily as you swirl the dark liquid around in your glass the way you had seen sommeliers do it on TV.

“The paint thinner is definitely the most prominent note.” He says, and you smile, setting your disgusting beverage down on the floor beside you.

“Hey, I just want to say, thanks for coming back with me. I know my cramped, dusty old flat isn’t exactly the sort of place you spend your time, but I was really enjoying talking to you and I guess I just didn’t want our time together to end before it had to, you know?” You say, and Mick smiles sweetly at you.

“No, thank you for inviting me. Your flat is lovely, it looks exactly like you.” Mick says, and you quirk your eyebrow at him.

“What on earth do you mean?” You ask, and he bites his lip in thought.

“It just looks like you! It’s cozy, and warm, and cute. And it’s full of books,” Mick gestures to the piles of open textbooks on the counter, “You know a lot of things, I think you’re full of books too.”

“I have read one or two books in my time,” You say with a smile, “I suppose my flat does look a lot like my brain. Slightly messy and unorganised and full of useless stuff.”

“Not useless, interesting.” Mick says, gesturing to your with his glass, and you roll your eyes.

“That’s not what people normally think.” You say, a slight sad look appearing on your face.

“Well, forget those people. You’re very interesting. I could talk to you forever.” Mick says, nudging your shoulder with his own.

“I could talk to you forever, too, but sadly, I’m gonna have to call it a night.” You say, offering him a small smile.

“Really?” He says, turning to you with a sad look in his bright blue eyes.

“I have work tomorrow, and it’s 2am, definitely past my bed time.” You say, standing up from your comfortable position on the floor.

“I suppose I’d better go.” Mick says.

He stands up and brushes his hand gently against yours, sending shivers through your body.

“Or…” You say, brushing your hand against his.

“Or what?”

“You could stay?” You suggest, and Mick’s eyes light up.

“I’d like that.” He says with a smile, and he takes your hand in his, properly this time.

“I don’t have a spare room or anything, so I guess we’d have to sleep together,” You say, your eyes going wide as you realise the implication of what you had just said, “I don’t mean it like that, I mean, we’d have to share a bed. Not that I wouldn’t want to sleep with you, of course, I would, in the future, only if you want to, though, but I’m so tired and… fuck I’m rambling. Sorry.”

You offer Mick a shy smile and he squeezes your hand.

“You don’t have to be sorry, you’re cute when you ramble. Let’s go to bed, okay? I’ll be the big spoon.” Mick says, and you nod, unable to speak. Instead, you just stare at him with awe in your eyes and a soft, sleepy smile on your lips.

Mick guides you to your bedroom and takes a seat on the edge of your bed.

“Do you want me to go outside while you change?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“It’s okay.” You say softly, and you unzip your dress, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Mick’s eyes travel up and down your body as you reach for your pyjamas and pull your oversized shirt over your head.

You turn around to see him looking and smile at him, before crawling under the sheets and wrapping them around your shoulders.

“You getting in?” You ask, and Mick stands to remove his shirt and jeans, before sliding into the sheets beside you and wrapping his arm around your torso.

“Goodnight, (y/n).” Mick says, and you take his hand in yours, wrapping it further around your body and giving it a small squeeze.

“Sweet dreams.” You respond, before peacefully drifting off to sleep.

[aradassbadass]

cellular sentiment | ceedee lamb ꨄ ii

you sigh and unlock the door opening it only enough to peek out and low and behold its cedarian with a big goofy smile on his face and a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

your face is blank as you stand there processing the man in front of you.

“well i guess you know why i turned off my location.” he laughs nervously breaking the silence.

moments pass, your heart is beating a mile a minute and your brain cant form a proper sentence. you see his smile begin to fade and it suddenly brings all the words back into your being.

“yeah um its cool, im sorry um c-come in.” you stammer stepping out of the doorway so he can enter.

he cautiously steps inside the door closing it behind him once inside.

“i got these for you.” he says shyly reaching out to hand you a bouquet of pink lilies and you cant help but smile.

“thank you so much, howd you know lilies were my favorite?” you say happily accepting them.

“ you said you lilies were your favorite flowers because your mom always grew them.”

“oh my, no way you actually remember that God im about to cry.” grabbing an old vase you have sitting on your island. “please sit down, make yourself at home.”

you go into the kitchen and fill the vase with water, carefully unwrapping the flowers and a note falls out.

“when’d you get a coffee table?” you hear him call from the living room.

“uh, last week it was on market place for twenty bucks.” you call back opening the note.

‘ may these bring you the same joy that your friendship brings me - cee ‘

you smile and place the note in your pocket of your gown for later.

“damn only twenty dollars- i swear you always find the best stuff on there.” he says and youre brought back into reality.

“yeah, dumb luck i guess.” you said going to the stove and removing the steaks that were searing and placing them on a cutting board to rest. you open the oven and check the potatoes making sure they were still cooking as you wanted them to before closing it and heading into the living room.

he is sitting on the small velvet burnt orange love seat you have and you sit in the recliner diagonal to him. you cant help but stare. it feels like some sort of weird dream- him being there in the flesh.

this time it was you who broke the silence, “this is crazy.”

“im sorry, i knew i shouldn’t have just came here out of nowhere without warning. i just really wanted to see see you. in person you know. like with everything going on with the team and all. i-i dont know. i just thought this would be a good little escape, talking to you always feels like one i figured being with you here would actually be just that. i dont know i-im sorry, i can leave.” he rambles standing up.

“no, please stay.” you say getting up and grabbing his arm. he’s warm to the touch and you cant help let your hand linger there. “i didn’t mean it like that i just meant its crazy that im actually like meeting you finally. like it doesnt seem real- you dont seem real.”

his eyes bore down into your own and he suddenly places a large hand atop of yours, “it feel real though, right?” he quizzes and you nod.

“thats all that matters then.”he smiles.

and just as quickly as your nerves had came they vanished in an instant. he was right- it was real.

“yeah, youre right.” you say gently pulling your hand from under his and sitting back down and he follows in suit.

the silence is no longer awkward its akin to that of how you would sit on facetime when he was watching film and you were reading before bed.

“so did yall actually lose?” you question.

“what do you think?” he says flatly and you laugh.

“damn, sucks to suck.” you say getting up and going into the kitchen grabbing an oven mitt.

“wow, thanks for the sympathy.” he says sarcastically. you shrug and pull out the potatoes smiling at how crisp they were.

“perfection.” you mumble to yourself.

“what?” he says appearing behind you causing you to jump.

“nothing God dont sneak up on me like that, fuck.” you exclaim sitting the pan down and removing your mitt.

he ignores you, “hmm, looks burnt.”

your roll your eyes, “aint burnt and it aint for you, you sassy fuck.”

he laughs and sits at one of the stools by the island, “im just playing, looks good.”

you smile at the compliment and pull out your two nicest plates- thrifted of course and begin plating the meals.

“damn no paper plates tonight, i feel special.” he laughs.

“only the best for you lord lamb.” you say placing his plate in front of him.

he laughs and pops a potato into his mouth and you watch for any signs of disapproval, satisfied when you see none and take takes another.

as you begin eating your steak you hear him moan and your eyes shoot over to him.

“this good as fuck.” he says mouth still full and you giggle and nod chewing your own food. the rest of the dinner is silent aside from his occasional moans of approval.

“where you going?” you ask as he gets up grabbing your plate.

“to do the dishes.” he says as if you should have known that.

“thats sweet but no. i can do them just sit them in there.” you motion at the sink and to your dismay he continues on against your wishes.

you sit there and watch as he does it finally taking a moment to take him in. tall, lean and extremely handsome. his locs are pulled up in a sloppy bun and he donned a grey cowboys sweatshirt but his sleeves were rolled up. you admired the tattoos that dances up his wrist and disappeared into his clothes.

“i look good or sum?” he smirks and you do your best to keep a straight face but internally your screaming. “you look alright.”

“damn just alright?” he laughs and for your sake you just change the subject.

“so you wanna spend the night?”

he abruptly stops and glances at you and it feels like you may have said the wrong thing.

“im sorry, not like that or nothing like you can take my bed. you know its just late and you dont need to be driving on 20 right now.” you ramble trying to explain yourself.

“nah, yeah i get it i just aint expect you to offer. yeah ill spend the night!” he says turning off the water. “you can have your bed too, i know you got work in the morning.”

“boy you got practice tomorrow and you just literally played a game tonight i think ill be fine on the recliner.” you protest getting up from the stool and going over to the recliner.

“dont piss me off we been doing good, just get in the bed.” he say following right in suit behind you.

“cedarian you aint nobody damn daddy.” you huff sitting down in the chair.

he rolls his eyes before lifting you up and trudging to your bedroom.

“what the fuck cedarian put me down! im not playing put me down! ” you cry as he finally throws you onto your bed.

“hush, now go to sleep.” he says heading back towards the door.

“wait, come lay down at least. you can at least lay here till i go to sleep.” you say just wanting his presence near. he doesnt protest he just comes and plops down on the side opposite of you.

“thank you.” you mumble switching your lamp off and turning back to him.

you both lay in silence mere inches separating you and you cant help but yearn to close the gap and fall asleep in his arms. his smell is enticing and inviting. he is everything you thought he would be and more.

“goodnight cee.” you mumble shaking yourself of your thoughts.

“goodnight.” he says throwing an arm over you and pulling you into his chest.

you could only basked in the bliss of his body on yours momentarily before your subconscious fell into your state of rest.

some more lil fluff for yall💋 worry not smut will ensue soon!

[all-for-the-simps]

CoD OCs Incorrect Quotes - Part One

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 {Incorrect Quotes}

Context: I love people’s CoD OCs… So, I made this. They’re all best friends <3 (Seeing as I’ve got a tiny bit of writer’s block, this is the site I got the incorrect quotes from: https://incorrect-quotes-generator.neocities.org/)

A/N: Chase belongs to: @doggoboigaugau, Colt belongs to: @xweirdo101x, Reaper belongs to @keeganbrainmush, Frost belongs to me.

🚫female-aligned people DNI🚫

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1. Reaper: Gently taps table Frost: Taps back Chase: What are they doing? Colt: Morse code. Reaper: Aggressively taps table Frost: Slams hands down YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

2. [Reaper's helping Chase out after he got injured, while the others are watching] Frost: How does Chase look? Colt: A little better than you, actually.

3. Colt: How did none of you hear what I just said? Frost: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours. Chase: I got distracted about halfway through. Reaper: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

4. Colt: Can I be frank with you guys? Chase: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help. Frost: Can I still be ‘Frost’? Reaper: Shh, let Frank speak.

5. Chase: Screams Frost: Screams louder to establish dominance Colt: Should we do something? Reaper: No, I want to see who wins.

6. Chase: Why is Colt so sad? Reaper: He took one of those “Which Character Are You?” quizzes Chase: And…? Reaper: He got Frost.

7. Chase: Truth or dare? Frost: Dare Chase: I dare you to kiss the hottest person in the room. Frost: Hey, Reaper. Reaper: Yeah? Frost: Move, you’re in the way of the mirror. Colt: I swear to god.

8. Frost: Hah! 69! You know what that means? Reaper: What? Colt: That you're a child. Chase: HOW'D YOU GUESS MY IQ!?

9. [Frost is cooking] Chase: Any chance that’s for me? Frost: It’s for Colt. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side. Reaper: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

10. Reaper: [Trying to fill out legal paperwork stuff] Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB? Colt: Bold of you to assume I was born at all. Chase: I personally was created in a lab. Frost: I just straight up spawned lmao.

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If you want ur CoD OC featured on one of these next time, it’s a big yes. I’ll have some questions about the oc, but-

[nerdychick13]

Hello again my lovelies! It’s another beautiful day in the villa. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and the hotties are grafting hard (present company included). We have a lot to unpack from the last couple of days. Let’s get started, shall we?

I love puzzles, so a riddle and a scavenger hunt are a great way to start the day in my humble opinion. It was so obvious that the answer to the riddle was the swing seat but I must say I was rather disappointed when I first saw Elliot. He’s not the kind of guy I usually am attracted to. Chloe, however, had my full attention from her first entrance. She is gorgeous, gorgeous, GORGEOUS! She has a lithe dancer’s body and a sassy mouth. I am quite pleased that Chloe expressed some interest in me. Given the chance I’d couple with her. It would be so much fun to share my bed with a hottie like her. I worried a little when I saw her flirting with Ozzy. Grace really tickled me when she said her and Ozzy are solid. I know that’s not the adjective I’d use to describe their relationship. Perhaps a better choice would be shaky or undecided. I have all my eggs in Ozzy’s basket, but he isn’t ready to commit to me just yet. That’s okay. If he wants to be with Grace, I’ll just have to play the field until he makes up his mind. Sadly, one sexy, cream-filled night in the Hideaway made Roberto mine for life. I really regret how attached he has become. It has been a day, two tops. Branch out and get to know other people my dear. I answered all the questions right except for the last one. Who knew both Elliot and Chloe had kissed celebrities! Well, now that we are on a nationally syndicated television program, I guess we are all celebrities. I didn’t want Elliot to take me out on a date, but I do love how he was able to throw back any insult dealt to him. I love a man with a backbone! Chloe was grafting Roberto pretty hard. But I give as good as I get, so I kicked some chocolate off of Elliot’s cheek. I do have a weakness for chocolate and food play. My date with Elliot was quite nice. He is such a thoughtful guy, supporting his family with his earnings. Now that I have gotten to know him, I am rather pleased to be coupled with Elliot. Too bad it will only last until the next recoupling. Ozzy once again has proven he is king of my heart. He loves a quiz! As a lady who does personality quizzes for fun and participated in trivia contests every weekend last year, I can say for certain that Ozzy and I have reached another level of compatibility. And he stepped up to Roberto to show he isn’t the only hunk in the villa (sorry Elliot but you’re barely a slice of ham at this point).

Now, let’s talk about Amy. That girl needs to get her own fridge because she keeps eating my leftovers! First she picks Zeph off after he left me for his tour. Then she comes in the villa and chases down Jamal (who the public pairs her with). Then she and Roberto kiss on my bed. And now she thinks Elliot might be right for her. And today she copies my green outfit! She keeps inserting herself into my business. Just because we share DNA doesn’t mean we have to share a life. But I chill. She hasn’t shown any interest in Ozzy and hopefully she won’t ever. I can’t take much more of Amy pulling my arm this way or that for a chat or random eavesdrop session. I’m still scratched up from hiding in that damn bush! Girl needs to get a partner she can cuddle with so I can have some peace in the villa (but viewers if you could vote Amy out of the villa, I’d take that too 😉). Did I mention how Amelia immediately recognized Elliot? How many celebs has she banged? More than I have, that’s for sure. I do wish she would just tell us whatever big thing she has to say. She is making it easy for somebody else to reveal this horrible thing when I should hear it from her. Of course she is. Amy has never been forthcoming. She ain’t honest, faithful, or true. So I am pretty sure whatever it is won’t paint her in a good light. Unless she’s lying. I will cross that broken bridge when I get to it I guess.

Lewie has some new found confidence! He’s been socializing with other islanders more lately. I’m proud of him. He is such a sweet guy and a good friend to Bella and I. I’ve made it clear he is in the friendzone and we are both happy with that. Maybe Amelia would be the right girl for him, given the chance. Elliot and Lewie look like they could be distant cousins. Interesting, no? Well that does it for me. I have one sweet ball of cotton candy to get back to (that’s Elliot FYI), a couple of dancers to graft, and an unwanted twin to ditch along the way. Until next time…

[ghostofnibelheim]

A note from a secret admirer: I admire how you RP Sephiroth! I've read your headcanon on his love language of knowing the little things about him (his order in particular) and it made me think. That probably has some canon basis! In Crisis Core, when Genesis was reading a verse from LOVELESS, Sephiroth knew exactly which act it came from. English ver made this sweet thing hard to pick up on, since it made Seph even more sarcastic than he was in Japanese. It seemed like an important trait to show how thoughtful he is. He would probably admire someone who does a similar thing for him.

//Why thank you for your sweet words! Reading this honestly made me go back to re-read my headcanons too. Amazing how some had almost gone forgotten in my mind.

The headcanon you mention came, I think, from a dash game, one of those personality quizzes. It’s always a nice feeling when the results actually match your idea of the character. Sephiroth did certainly care a good deal about Genesis, possibly enough to read the epic himself. But it’s also very possible that the man quoted the book so many times, it got stuck in his head (I think Sephiroth actually said something along those lines in the training room cutscene, didn’t he?).

At the same time I’m not so sure if Sephiroth would be impressed by someone who knew him well. With how famous he is as a celebrity, complete with his massive fan club, I’m quite sure many facets of his privacy have been leaked and ravaged on by his many obsessive fans. Much like in modern times, parasocial relationships were probably a thing he had to deal with and reject time and time again. I imagine after meeting the upteenth girl claiming she knows everything about him, he’d be sick and tired of hearing it.

Of course this is all speculation and headcanons since the lore left so many holes in Sephiroth’s character and his life, so it’s really up to your personal take and flavor what he’d be impressed by. Personally, my portrayal of Sephiroth has him crave two things the most: the unconditional love akin of that of a mother for her child (or his idealization of it, anyway), and just as importantly: to feel actually needed. It is a tough life in ShinRa, a place where he was raised and “programmed” to meet expectations out of his own control. His superiors give his service for granted, and his subordinates keep a safe distance in respect. For being praised as a hero, Sephiroth feels pushed away from all sides.

Someone who can make him feel loved and able to fill an irreplaceable role in their life would represent true salvation for his yearning heart. And perhaps this want is also his own doom, paving the road to the epiphany of madness and destiny he will conjure for himself once his whole world shatters in Nibelheim.

Dr. Saru\\

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Hi! Welcome to my not so mini anymore series. This is part 5. If you would like to read the other parts, you can click the link above. I update it with every fic post. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love you bye.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff, body insecurities, secret pining, slow burn, sexual implications, and eventual smut. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 5

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A couple of weeks went by and you and Eddie spent more time together. Watching movies mostly. He wanted to ask you if you would like to sit with him and his buddies at lunch a few times. But he was actually afraid you would say no.

One afternoon he was pretty upset when he got to the Hellfire room. You were in there already setting up the little spot on the couch. It started to get cold the past few days so you had brought blankets and pillows.

You must have noticed he was off when you made a comment.

" You're usually quiet today Munson."

" Uhh yeah sorry."

" What's up?"

Eddie handed you the movie and threw himself on the couch.

" I...failed Mrs O'Donnell pop quiz today."

You sat next to him.

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that. To be fair her pop quizzes are a bit hard. She always uses vernaculars of the time period she's teaching. So sometimes it's a little hard to understand."

Eddie turned his head to look at you. " You took her class?"

" Yeah. Freshman year."

You guys sat quietly for a moment. Then you had something almost like an epiphany. You finally found an in with your parents.

" Eddie? I have an idea."

" Tutor me."

" How did you-...yeah. That's exactly what I was thinking."

Eddie couldn't help the smile that stretched across his lips. If you tutored him, he could spend even more time with you.

" Yeah. It's a really good idea. I would appreciate all the help you can give me."

You got up and went to put the movie in and when you sat back down. He covered you with a blanket.

His smile got bigger when he saw your cheeks fill with red again. And when you smiled his heart started to flutter.

God you were so damn pretty. He could just kiss you. But no. Not right now. Hopefully soon though. Every second you guys spent together made it harder and harder for him to control himself.

He even stopped hooking up with cougars. Though he really needed the release after every time you guys hung out. He never took up the offers.

Today however was a bit different. He picked out The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. It was a gruesome scary movie. Which freaked even him out because they were just regular people doing scary shit. So he knew you would probably be scared. And iff you were scared you might need to hold his hand.

He had been craving your touch since the hug. Wanting to hug you every time he saw you. He wondered what your body felt like next to his. Waking up snuggling with you. To touch your body. To kiss you. But he had to stop. Stop thinking about you like that. Well not until he was sure.

See the only person he talked to about you was his uncle. But all Wayne ever offered was logical solutions for his problems.

Normally he could say what was in his mind. But when it came to you, he couldn't. It was hard for him to deal with his emotions and even hard to talk about them. Especially when it came to being bullied. Sure he could hide the hurt, but it really took a toll on him.

He thought maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea if you got involved with him. He didn't want what was happening to him to happen to you too. He would hate to hear people calling you a freak. There was so much on his plate already and he was struggling with his feelings for you.

"Stop screwing around. Just tell her boy...Get yourself a nice smart girl. It's about time you outta."

Wayne's words echoed in his head. You were nice, smart and very beautiful. You could pick anyone you wanted. So why would you pick him?

Eddie's insecurities came back with a vengeance. Even if you wanted to be with him, it wouldn't last. You would eventually see that he had no real future. When he did finally graduate, he was planning on getting the hell out of Hawkins. Maybe pursue a music career. He liked working with his hands, so maybe something in construction.

Obviously pick something that was not good enough for you. You should be with someone who had a bright future ahead of them. Just like you.

He always felt like he wasn't good enough. For anything. Not a good enough son, or nephew. Not a good enough student or musician. So he clearly thought he wouldn't be a good enough boyfriend either.

All those things silently shouted at him daily. But they all seem to shut the fuck up when he was with you. Well that was until you would look at him. He loved how you looked at him. No one has ever looked at him like that before. It made him feel like he was the only guy in the world for you. Making him think that he might have a chance with you.

Then when you would quickly look away because he made you nervous. He felt that nervousness too. It was just a little harder to breathe around you. His heart beats faster when he was with you. His stomach flips when he sees you smile.

Eddie had to admit, he was a fool in love. When he was with you, he thought about all the possibilities.

You guys could be with each other, go on dates, grow together, go through struggles, build a stronger relationship, maybe one day move in with one another and be happy... together. The possibilities were endless. He just had to see if you felt the same. Because even though the relationship might crash and burn, at least he can say he was truly happy when he was with you.

Your teeth chattering brought him back to the present. He actually looked at the movie and it was about twenty minutes in. He looked at you and you were shivering. That's when he pulled back his blanket without thinking.

" Hey sweetheart. Come here. I... I run hot."

You gave him a nervous look.

" It's okay. If you don't want to, you can have my blanket."

" Umm..no...I don't want you to get sick."

He gave you a soft smile and opened his arms so you could come to him.

You cleared your throat and scooted closer. Just before you leaned your back against his chest you looked at him.

" Uhh. If I'm too much..let me know okay."

He was confused. "What do you mean?"

" I..." You hung your head and spoke just above a whisper. "If I'm too heavy please-"

" Hey" he cut you off and lifted your chin to make you look at him before putting his hand back on his thigh. " Even if you were too heavy, which you're not by the way. I would rather you squish me than for you to be cold. But I swear you're not heavy... Remember when I helped you to the nurse's office? You weren't heavy then and you won't be heavy now. Okay? Now come here so I can warm you up."

This was it. This was the moment that your liking for Eddie Munson turned to love. He couldn't be more perfect if he tried.

You nodded and snuggled up against him. He pulled both blankets on you two. He was right. He was incredibly warm. This was something you could get used to.

You guys continued to watch the movie. Every kill, you would bury your face in his chest. Making his heart race. His arms wrapped you up tight every time. Then when you looked back at the screen he would loosen his grip. Even if it was just a movie, he wanted you to feel safe.

The movie was about half way through when the door to the drama room opened.

" Munson! Dude Jeff came up with-"

You and Eddie both sat up, moving a little bit away from each other.

"Gareth man what are you doing here?!" Eddie nearly shouted

" Hey to you too." Gareth said.

"Hey y/n."

" H-Hi Jeff." You said nervously.

Eddie looked back and forth between his friends and you. He didn't know you knew Jeff.

" What are you guys doing?" Gareth asked

" Uhh just watching a movie." Eddie and you said at the same time.

Gareth narrowed his eyes at Eddie and he narrowed his eyes back. Then smirked.

" Oh cool! Can I watch it too?" Jeff said squeezing between you and Eddie.

" Oh nice. Texas Chainsaw Massacre...this movie is brutal." Jeff said.

Eddie. Was. Pissed. He wanted to tell them to get the hell out of there. But he didn't.

Gareth came and pulled up a chair next to Eddie.

Gareth started to whisper to him. " Dude. I didn't know you were hanging out with her."

Eddie gave him a thin lip smile. He looked over to you. You and Jeff were chatting away. Eddie felt a wave of jealousy wash over him seeing you laugh at Jeff's jokes. He looked away trying to distract himself.

Gareth saw his best friend get irritated that they were there. He wanted to tell Eddie why they came in the first place. But Jeff now threw himself into the mix. So one friend wanted to stay and the other wanted them to leave.

Thankfully for Gareth but not you or Eddie someone else came in.

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Mrs Adler was heading to the room to grab her list of plays as well as some fabric. She suddenly heard a chainsaw and a girl screaming. She opened the door.

" Mr Munson what did I say about sacrifices on school property?" She joked.

When the kids saw her they all stood up. Like they were hiding something. She narrowed her eyes at them. That's when she noticed you were there. A smirk creeped across her lips. Her plan seemed to be working.

" Sorry Mrs Adler. We were just watching a movie." You apologized.

Eddie went to pause the movie and looked at you. Shoving his hands in his pockets.

Mrs Adler caught that. She also caught how Jeff never took his eyes off you too.

" That's quite alright. I just came to grab a few things. Please feel free to continue."

Mrs Adler could feel the kids eyes on her as she went through some stuff. She grabbed three rolls of fabric and was going for a fourth when you came to help her.

" Thank you dear."

" You're welcome. Is there anything else you want me to grab for you?"

" Umm yes can you grab that pink roll for me and those two books." She pointed at the table.

You were gonna reach for them but Eddie grabbed them first along with taking the few rolls of fabric from Mrs Adler.

" Oh thank you Mr. Munson."

Eddie gave her a half smile. Which turned into a full blown smile when you smiled at him.

Mrs Adler snickered to herself. " umm oh gonna need that list on the table."

You went for it but now Jeff wanted to help. He picked up the list then took the roll of cloth away from you.

"y/n, Eddie and I can take care of it." Jeff said

" Oh. Umm okay...are you sure?"

Jeff nodded.

You glanced at Eddie and he shrugged.

As the boys helped Mrs Adler put the stuff in her car, she finally found it. 'The wrench'

" Thank you." She said " you guys behave now."

Jeff and Eddie stood there for a second to see her drive away.

" Hey Eddie? Are you and y/n like on a date?"

" Uhh no." He said nervously. " Why?"

" Oh I just didn't know you guys hung out. She's pretty cool. Super smart."

" Yeah. How do you know her?"

" We have math together."

" Oh."

" Yeah."

Eddie could sense Jeff's awkwardness. Did Jeff like you too? He had been Jeff's friend for a long time and he never mentioned liking anyone before. Besides the usual cheerleader or two.

As they walked back into the drama room you were gone.

" Hey where'd she go?" Eddie asked.

" She said she had to go home. Something about tutoring you." Gareth replied.

Eddie smirked to himself. He prayed to the gods that your parents would be cool about it.

He went back to the couch with Jeff.

" So what did you guys want to talk about?"

"I came up with a killer song. It's still in the works. So we're gonna need you to write some words for it." Jeff said

" Yeah? Okay. Let's go over it."

Jeff showed Eddie the music sheet. He could already hear it in his head.

" Shit man! This is good." Eddie grinned.

"Cool. So for your solo I totally thought you could come up with that and the words."

" Yeah. I think I might have something in mind." Eddie smiled thinking about you.

"Do you think it would be ready by Tuesday?" Gareth asked.

Eddie continued to look at the music sheet. "Uhh I'll let you know."

" Dude you're gonna have the ladies swarming you after you play that. Then you could have your pick of the litter and we can totally get the rest." Gareth smirked.

Gareth really didn't mean that. He just said it to see what Eddie's reaction to it was.

When Gareth said that all Eddie could think about was that he didn't want anyone else. That he just wanted you. He became a little uncomfortable at the thought of touching anyone else. He shoved away the thoughts and just sat there half listening to what Jeff and Gareth were talking about.

He already started to miss you. He was actually a little depressed that you didn't say bye. But he was happy that you were gonna talk to your parents.

...

Though it took way too much convincing and your brother vouching for Eddie. Your parents agreed to allow you to tutor him. With two conditions. One was that you guys never be alone in your room. You either had to tutor him in the den or at the dining table. With either your parents somewhere in the vicinity or with your brother present. The other was that it did not interfere with your studies.

When your brother was keeping an "eye" on you, he really wasn't. That's when you got to be alone with Eddie in your room.

As time went on you guys were very comfortable with one another. You guys started opening up to each other more and talking about your hopes and dreams. Getting super close. Not enough to call yourselves a couple. Just really good friends.

Eddie was so excited to see you after lunch one Monday morning. He had a surprise for you. He was waiting in theater class when you finally came in. He pulled you to the corner of the room to talk to you in private.

" Check this out sweetheart."

He held out a small packet. Your eyes widened as you took it.

" You got a C+! Holy Oleo!"

Eddie grinned. " I didn't know you could yodel."

You both smirk at the Batman reference.

" Oh Munson! See I knew you could do it."

" Yeah. It's hardly gonna get my grade up but-"

" It's a start."

He smiled. " Yeah... Thanks."

He was taken back from the impromptu hug you gave him. He didn't know he could miss being in someone's arms as much as he missed yours.

He hugged you back and breathed you in. He wanted to hold onto you forever.

He thought the hug lasted a little longer than normal. But he didn't care. He missed your warmth.

Then you started coughing. You pulled away to turn and cough into your elbow.

That didn't sound right to him. He was gonna ask if you were okay but Mrs Adler started addressing the class to take their seats.

You coughed again and he looked at you worried. Especially when you grabbed your chest like it hurt.

" Okay class. We are gonna watch a movie today. Well not so much a movie but a play. I officially would like to announce what play we will be performing. Drum roll Please."

Someone up front started banging on their desk.

Mrs Adler quickly glanced to the back of the class at you two and grinned. " The Two Gentlemen of Verona"

Most of your classmates didn't know the play. But you sure did. It's a tale of two best friends named Proteus and Valentine. One seeks to travel and the other seeks love. They travel to Milan where they both fall in love with Silvia. Silvia loves Valentine, but Proteus pursues her despite the fact he has a girlfriend at home. After an apology, Proteus and Valentine reconcile, Proteus loves his girlfriend again, and both couples marry.

It was a very good comedy. And you looked forward to whatever rolled you got.

" I will have the casting later on today. Please check out the announcement board to see what roles you will be performing."

Mrs Adler already chose who was gonna play who. But she liked the suspense. After all she was a drama teacher.

...

Ever since you walked home that day to talk to your parents about tutoring Eddie. You were feeling sick. It started to hurt while you breathed. Then you started to feel weak and you didn't really eat that much. Then the coughing started.

You were so tired all the time now. You had a hard time focusing on school work. Even around Eddie you didn't have the energy to feel how you always felt around him.

You finished out the school day with your brother picking you up. You barely had energy to walk to the car. So you avoided going to see what role you were to do. Instead you asked if he could take you to the clinic. Which he did. He had noticed you weren't looking so hot for a few days.

Turns out you got pneumonia. You gotten prescribed antibiotics and had to stay home for a few days. Your parents of course weren't too happy with that. So they picked up all your school work and made sure you finished every assignment.

Eddie hadn't seen you in a couple of days and he was worried. He felt terrible that you ended up that sick. So the first thing he did after he found out was buy a space heater for the drama room. He wanted to make sure you never got sick like that again. He started driving himself insane thinking about you. He missed seeing you. You still tutored him those few days but only over the phone. You seemed to be getting worse.

So that Friday he cancelled his campaign and decided to visit you. You had said something about your parents going out of town for the weekend. So he planned on helping your brother take care of you.

When he showed up your brother answered the door.

" Hey man."

" Hey. What's up? Y/n didn't say you were coming over."

" Yeah. I just came by to drop off some stuff." Eddie said holding a bag up.

" Oh cool. Come on in. She's in her room."

" Thanks man."

Eddie went down the hall. He heard what sounded like a lung being coughed up. When he finally got to your door it was open.

You were sitting up on your bed under the covers doing homework. Your hair was in a messy bun and you had your glasses on. Even though you looked like you were dying, to Eddie you were absolutely gorgeous.

" Hey sweetheart."

You turned to him. "H-Hi. What are you doing here?"

He walked to your bed and sat by your feet.

" I came with a care package." He said pulling open the bag.

You coughed. " You didn't have to do that."

" I know. I wanted to."

You gave him a small smile.

He cleared his throat. " So I brought cough medicine, cough drops, Vicks, a 7up, a humidifier and a couple cans of soup...oh and if you're up for it. I also brought a couple of movies. Chick flicks as a matter of fact."

You smiled and sniffled. " Thank you."

" You know. You really should be resting."

" Yeah. But I have to get this work done."

Eddie then proceeded to take your text book and notebook. Getting up and placing them on the desk. He took off his jacket and shoes before returning to you.

"You uhhh have a habit of making yourself at home huh?"

"Sure do." He smirked

He pulled out the humidifier. "Where can I fill this sweetheart?"

" Umm the bathroom is just down the hall to the left." You said. Coughing again.

Eddie went to fill it up and came back. He plugged it in and went to sit by your feet again.

You were about to say something but then decided against it. You were really exhausted.

Eddie gave you the couch medicine and pulled back the blanket from your feet. He was just about to take off your socks when you gave him a look.

" What are you doing Munson?"

" I uhhh. My uncle used to put Vicks on the bottom of my feet when I was sick and it really helped."

You nodded then took some of the medicine.

Eddie took off your socks and started rubbing Vicks on your feet. You slightly jerked when he first touched them. Making him chuckle.

" Sorry." You said softly.

" Are you apologizing for being ticklish?"

You smiled. " Are you ticklish?"

" Uhhh fortunately I'm not."

You tilted your head and frowned. " What's it like?"

He mimicked your tilt. " What's what like?"

" Being God's favorite?"

Eddie's smile took your breath away. It always did.

" I don't know about his favorite. Maybe the Prince of darkness though."

" Oh please...a person who is as kind and funny and caring as you can't be anything other than an angel."

His smile got a whole lot bigger. "Flattery works with me. So..."

"So you bring medicine to all your friends when they're sick."

" Uhhh. Not exactly." He said nervously.

"What makes me so special?"

" Well...I like you...can't let my only girlfriend be sick."

Girlfriend?!

" I uhh sorry" he quickly corrected himself. " I mean girl who is a friend. Who is also helping me pass Mrs O'Donnells. Can't let you go just yet."

Awww

" Yeah....of course." You faked a smile. But felt your heart sink. " I see you're only using me for my brain."

" Well it is a big brain. You should learn to share." He joked.

You gave him a thin lip smile.

Did he just fuck up? Did he hurt your feelings by saying that? Or did he push you away? He felt so terrible for calling you something you weren't. Though he wanted you to be. His girlfriend that is.

Shit you should be. He thought

" So umm did you happen to see what characters we are for the play?" You asked because you didn't wanted to think about what was just said.

Was he only your friend because you could help him? Or was he around because he actually liked spending time with you? Also, the whole girl who is a friend hurt more than you thought it would.

" Oh yeah." Eddie put your socks back on and covered them. " I'm supposed to play Valentine."

" Nice."

Eddie didn't want to tell you who played Sylvia.

Please be Sylvia. Please be Sylvia.

"And me?"

Eddie sighed to himself. " Julia."

You nodded. You actually felt like you could play Julia. She was supposed to be really funny. And you could do that. But now that Eddie was Valentine you wanted to be Sylvia. You had half hoped he would be Proteus, so that you guys could finally kiss. But no. You weren't that lucky.

" Jeff is Proteus." Eddie sounded bummed.

" Oh...He should be good." You sounded bummed too.

" Yeah he's a good guy."

You gave him a half-hearted smile. " And Sylvia?

Eddie watched as you laid down, bringing the blanket up to your chin.

He could feel you shivering.

"uhh... Chrissy Cunningham."

"O-oh...."

Of course Chrissy would be Sylvia.

So now not only did you have to pretend to be in love with Jeff and kiss him. But you had to see Eddie talk and look at Chrissy like he loved her.

" Yeah...should be interesting." Eddie implied

You stood quiet. You actually wanted to cry. But you didn't.

Eddie felt the tension. He wanted you to be Sylvia. It would have been so perfect. A great excuse to finally kiss you. Now he would have to kiss Chrissy, then probably get his ass kicked by Jason and his buddies.

" Hey y/n?"

"Hmmm?"

" Are you cold?"

" Yeah." You said just above a whisper.

" Umm...can I lay with you?" He asked.

" uhh yeah. Sure."

Why would he want to? This was getting weird. But you would never pass up the opportunity to have Eddie Munson in your bed. Even if it was platonically.

Eddie moved and got under the blanket.

" Can I..."

You lifted your head so he could put his arm underneath you.

You turned towards him and put your head on his chest.

" Is this okay Eddie?"

"Y-yeah"

You couldn't decide where to put your hands.

Eddie felt how tense you were.

" Just get comfortable sweetheart. Let me warm you up."

You nodded and brought one hand close to your chest and one had rested on his.

His scent was amazing. A mixture of sandalwood and citrus. There was a lingering smell of cigarettes and a little weed. But it just added to the already delightful aroma.

You wanted to bury your face in his neck and breathe him in until you went insane. But this was enough. Maybe too much. But you didn't care. You were laying on Eddie's chest.

When he felt you relax he wrapped his other arm around you and started rubbing your arm. This was perfect. Even though you were sick, him holding you was everything to him. Being here, taking care of you, spending time with you.

"Thank you Eddie...for everything." You said sleepily

" Anything for you sweetheart." He whispered.

As soon as he heard your soft little moans he gently pulled off your glasses and set them on the nightstand. When he went back to hug you, you moved so close your breast were touching his ribs. You moved your arm to hold onto him with your thigh moving so that it rested on top of his.

This was absolutely wonderful. The holding onto each other, the comfortability you felt to subconsciously do that. Eddie loved this more than anything he had ever experienced. Though it was a tad bit hard for him to talk down his erection. He was successful. His body sank deep into your very comfortable bed and even more into your very fluffy pillows.

"Y/n?"

You moved your head a little, but you didn't respond.

He whispered. " I wish I could kiss you."

He hugged you just a little tighter. Before he knew it. He fell asleep too.

...

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[mondstadt-tacobell]

I got matched with Thoma the malewife as a soulmate in two online quizzes on two separate websites. They keep giving me the wrong pyro man. Maybe it's a sign- destined to love Thoma the Maid from Inazuma more than Diluc, Mondstadt King. Fair i guess. I'm down for a humble life of servanthood. Anyway here's some Thoma fluff, hope it’s not OOC ~

Thoma’s crush

Thoma would be the type to be super nice to you to the extent of everyone including Ayaka herself knowing for sure that he likes you. Like, he goes out of his way to make you miso soup with extra chillies, bring you milk tea and make sure you're prepared with a jacket for the harsh Taratsuna weather, and he's not even your boyfriend... he wouldn't know he's being obvious. He'd think, "I'm just doing my job! I'd do this for anyone!" And then not be able to help himself but dote on you every time you come into the tea house.

When you're gone, he stays by the front and his head snaps up every time someone walks in just in case it's you. Ayaka finally says something to him after a few months of watching him work around his schedule to see you whenever he can. She, very gently, questions him on his wild blush whenever you smile at him and encourages him to be up front with you about his feelings. This poor man didn't realize how bad it had gotten, that even in a caretaking job he's somehow put so much more energy into taking care of you more than anyone else...

He would be thorough with this. He can't stand the thought of being sloppy if he were to ask you out, especially now that so much was on the line. You two had gotten so close over the last couple of months, talking about everything from Inazuman politics to the specifications of teahouse shiba inus. You were a good friend of his, he was going to make sure you got everything you deserve of a man!

He sets out on collecting wild Inazuman flowers, with Ayaka's guidance, and makes sure to get his hands on a couple of Liyue Qingxin flowers to remind you of your travels. He asks you early in the week what your plans are, whether or not you have a busy or stressful week... he wants to make sure he asks you at the absolute best time to not put undue pressure or stress on you in case you aren't interested in him which he would be crushed but is ready for that possibility.

He makes sure you're home when he asks, primping the bouquet he's meticulously put together. He rushes to your place after work, making sure he looks good before he knocks. You open the door to see him already red in the face, hiding the bouquet behind his back when you greet him enthusiastically and invite him in, questioning his sudden appearance. He steps in timidly and pulls out his flower arrangement, and in a stutter-y confession admits that he has feelings for you and would like to make his feelings and intentions with you clear. "Would you like to go on a date with me?" He presents his arrangement, a bit large for the occasion.

He thinks he might just pass out when you blush and say you feel the same and would love to go on a date with him. "oh, wonderful!" his smile lights up his whole face, feeling the heat in his face after all of this preparation and vulnerability. He almost doesn't know what to say next, just admires your smiling face as you look up at him. "so, do you have anything planned...?" you ask after a moment of soaking in what's been said.

He excitedly fills you in on his grand date idea, a picnic on the outskirts of the little city, bringing home cooked picnic snacks and desserts. He wants to make sure he has the opportunity to flex how protective he can be for you in case any slimes come your way!

-

He’s up early the day of the date, having tried his hardest to clear a day for you. Multicolored dango, Katsu sandwiches, and of course, tea, is carefully packed for you as he heads out to meet you for your picnic.

He’s almost too nervous to touch you. He’s huge on physical touch but really respects you, his good friend and beautiful person, and would never want to cross a boundary! He’s over the moon just to have you close to him, and feels like he could burst when you start playing with and admiring his hands. He is grateful for your sweetness and attention, and does all that he can to return the favor!

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BTS Reaction | Angsty Arguments Part 2 [Request]

 PART ONE

Seokjin:

The moment you walked out on Jin he knew what he had done was wrong, he felt guilty for yelling at you. Snapping the necklace he'd gotten you and saying all of the things he had said to you just because he was mad at that moment in time. He never meant a word he said to you so he was going to do everything and anything to make it up to you but the problem was trying to find you.

"Namjoon, please...Just tell me where she is." Jin pleaded with Namjoon who had been the one to help get you to a hotel, a decent one and put you up with accommodation for the next week while you figured out your next move.

"Why would I help you? I know we're friends Jin but you were an arse," Namjoon's voice was laced in disgust as he looked at someone he thought would never hurt another person for as long as he lived.

"I made a mistake, I have to talk to her and right the wrong," Jin pleaded once again, it felt as though he was begging but if that was what it was going to take to see you again. Then he would beg all of the time he had left on the earth. He wouldn't give up until he got to talk to you, apologise for his actions.

"If I tell you where she is, will you leave her alone if she doesn't want to talk to you?" Namjoon quizzed, he could see how upset Jin was about all of this and he could see all of the guilt that was weighing him down.

"If she won't talk, I'll leave." Jin had a better idea than that, he'd write a letter before he went to you that way, if you didn't want to talk to him he could drop the letter off and have everything explained in there.

(X)

You slowly pulled the door open to reveal Jin, you knew he was coming over because Namjoon had called to warn you beforehand.

"Come in," You whispered, moving out of the way so that he could walk into the room. Only hours before this you had been fighting about what he thought of you, all of the words he'd called you were still swimming around in your skull.

"I want to say sorry, I never meant anything you know that right?" You knew that he probably didn't mean them but when he said it, it hurt more than anything. It was bigger than any fight you had, had before with him and it was weighing down on you the more you thought about it. As you looked down at the floor you saw your promise ring on a new chain, it was tangled between his fingers as though he'd been nervously playing with it.

"I-I fixed it," He whispered as he held up the chain for you to see, you smiled weakly at the thought of him going through the effort of finding a new chain for it.

"Jin we can't pretend this never happened...." He nodded at you, slowly taking your hand in his he placed the necklace down into the palm of your hand.

"I'm not asking for you to forgive me right away...I want to make things right. I don't want that to be the end of us, I was just mad and feeling insecure about you spending time with someone other than me." Your expression softened as he opened up to you about what was really going on in his head and you squeezed his hand.

"I-I think some time away from each other will be good...Just this week, then I'll come home," You promised him as you handed him the necklace, turning so he could attach it to your neck where it belonged.

"I'll be home." You promised him, leaning up to leave a small and gentle kiss on his lips as he blushed, holding onto your waist not wanting to let you go just yet.

Yoongi:

The moment the door to the apartment shut Jungkook came out from his hiding spot. Trying to comfort you but you just shook your head, begging him to leave you alone.

"I-I don't want to be around anyone right now," You whimpered but Jungkook stood his ground. Helping you to your feet as he took you into your bedroom if you were going to be alone and cry he at least wanted to make sure you would be comfortable.

"I'll kill him." Jungkook mumbled as you continued to sob hysterically into the pillows, thinking over everything that he'd said to you.

(X)

"What the fuck!?" Yoongi slurred as the bottle of scotch he was drinking was smashed against the floor. Jungkook, much to Namjoon's dismay, had stormed into Yoongi's room to have words with him.

"I should be asking you that! What was that back at Y/n's place?!" Jungkook demanded to know answers from his Hyung. He'd never seen him so mad at something before and it was starting to bother him.

"You called her a slut, accused her of cheating?!" Yoongi, in his drunken state, frowned as he looked at the Maknae.

"Did she come crying to you!?" He slurred but Jungkook groaned at him, as Jin walked into the room. Holding a large cup of coffee to try and sober Yoongi up a bit.

"No, I was the man in the house. The shoes, the coat...All mine. Believe it or not, we were planning on doing something nice for your birthday," The words cut through Yoongi easily and he was left staring at Jungkook. His mouth opening and closing like a fish as he was lost on what to say.

"She wasn't cheating on me?" Jungkook shook his head, scoffing as he made his way to the door.

"Funny that, if you'd given her time to talk maybe you would have heard the truth,"

(X)

 You weren't sure how much time had passed since Jungkook left you in the bedroom. You'd had the curtains shut so you didn't know what time it was, your phone was downstairs. You'd heard it ringing but didn't bother to get up and shut it off.

"Y/n I'm coming in," Yoongi's voice filled the air but you didn't move, you knew he was in the apartment. You'd heard the door open and close, then his desperate calls of your name.

"Babe-" You shuddered at the smooth tone of his voice, moving away from him as he sat down on the bed beside you.

"Baby...I didn't mean-"

"But you said it," Was all you could say before the tears began to roll again. Streaming down your cheeks as you looked away from him not wanting him to see you this way.

"Jungkook told me it was him in the house...I never meant it, I said it because it was easier for me to hate you if you did cheat..." You frowned as you tried to make sense of anything he had just said to you.

"I would never-"

"I know you wouldn't, but an insecure part of me always thinks you will. I think you'll find someone better and leave me...I-I thought that last night was the night you would leave me." He was crying now, you could hear the way his voiced cracked. Crawling over to him you laid your head in his lap, wanting to comfort him even if he had been the one to make you sad.

"I love you Yoongi, I would never do that, you know this." You whimpered as he wrapped his arms around your body.

"Can you forgive me?" The question on your mind as well, if you could manage to forgive him for everything he'd said.

"It won't be a quick fix...But I'll do everything to make it up to you." He promised, kissing your forehead as you slowly nodded at him. Not wanting him to let go of you now he was back beside you.

Hoseok:

You'd tried your best to ignore Hoseok for as long as you could, you stopped replying to his texts. You had the locks on your apartment changed and even stopped talking to the rest of the boys. If it was true what Hoseok had said none of them would want you to be around them,

"I'll take it to go, please," Your voice came out hoarse as you spoke to the barista in front of you. Paying for your drink before you went to wait in the corner, There were hushed tones coming from the table behind you and when your name was called out a small gasp followed.

"Y/n?" You turned to see Hoseok walking over to you, you shook your head. Your worst nightmare come true, that he would find you and try to say it all to you again. You left your drink on the counter, walking out of the cafe and down towards the parking lot. It was the first day you'd forced yourself to go out in months and now you were deeply regretting it. Hoseok kept up with you and then followed you up to your car, trying to get you to talk to him but you kept your head down.

"Y/n, talk to me please." He begged you, grabbing onto your hand but the moment he came into contact with you you broke down. Crying out as he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you carefully and shushing you.

"I'm sorry, I know what I did and said was wrong, I'm sorry." He repeated as you both sank down to sit on the floor beside your car, you continued to sob against his chest. Pushing him away from you but every time you pushed he pulled so he could hold you. Not wanting you to be alone after everything he'd put you through.

"I didn't mean it, I was stressed, I was annoyed, it was wrong." He whispered over and over again as he began to rock you back and forth in his arms. Kissing your shoulder and promising you that he didn't mean a single thing he had said that day.

"I'm sorry, you were trying to do something nice and I ruined it." He mumbled as he kissed your shoulder again, he knew it was that one spot that made you weak at the knees and helped calm you down no matter what.

"I'm sorry," He repeated over and over again until you finally stopped crying and shaking. Just laying in his arms as he held you close to him. Begging for you to go back home with him, not to leave him.

"I-I can't," You whimpered as you rose to your feet, looking at him as you awkwardly tried to leave him.

"I have things to do at my place...I-I have a cat to look after," He chuckled weakly at the thought of you owning a cat.

"I left for a month and you got a cat?" You groaned at him and he smiled sadly.

"Let me come and meet the little one...We can talk more at your place," You knew if you were agreeing with him to come back with you, you would be taking him back so you nodded at him. Wanting to talk more later when you could be alone without ear listening in on every word.

Namjoon:

Namjoon waited until Jin left your apartment that night, he had no idea where you'd gone after you sound out about him cheating on you so he followed Jin. Jin was the only one you'd allowed to come and see you since the breakup last week and Namjoon knew that.

"Did you forget something?" You giggled thinking it was Jin knocking on your door but the smile fell when you saw Namjoon standing there,

"Are you sleeping together?" He stormed into the apartment looking around for any signs that you and Jin had been together tonight but you just stared at him from the door. Waiting for him to leave again but it looked as though he was going to stay.

"No. We're not. Unlike you Namjoon I have loyalty. He was helping me move furniture around," It wasn't a lie. You and Jin would never do that to Namjoon even if he had been the one to cheat on you. The boys were friends first and you could never pull the apart.

"How do I know you didn't cheat on me first?!" You scoffed at his statement, pointing outside of the apartment as you waited for him to leave you alone.

"I don't want to talk about this right now, I don't even want to look at you. You disgust me." It was harsh but it was the truth, it had taken you all week to work up the courage to even say Namjoon's name in front of Jin and now here he was accusing you of being the one to throw the relationship down the gutter.

"I didn't do anything-"

"No, no, of course, you didn't. You were just fucking another girl behind my back." You stood your ground, you weren't going to let him blame all of this on you when you had nothing to do with it.

"You were the one with your dick in someone else, not me." He walked out of the door, turning to face you before you had a chance to slam the door in his face.

"Can I make it up-"

"No. We're done. I never want to see you again. I-I can't go back to someone who would destroy my trust like that," With that you shut the door, locking it before you slid down onto your knees. Crying into your hands as you tried to keep your sobs to a minimal. Not wanting Namjoon to hear you like this. Once a cheat always a cheat. Was all you had to keep reminding yourself about. If he did it once he would do it again and as much as you loved him you could never let it happen again. It was soul destroying.

Jimin:

Jimin raced to your hotel room trying to make everything right since he'd been the one to fuck up. The whole ride over he'd heard nothing but snarky remarks from Jungkook who was telling him badly he'd fucked up.

"She's not here, you fucked up," Jungkook remarked again as they stood in your empty hotel room. The only thing there was a hoodie he'd given you before and the pair of earrings he'd gotten you the year before.

"You don't think I fucking know that?! You don't think I see that I've thrown the only good thing for me away!?" He yelled, shoving past Jungkook and heading out of the hotel again, he got into the car telling the driver to head for the airport. Ignoring Jungkook as the maknae reminded him they had a show to get ready for but right now nothing mattered. Nothing except for getting to you before you got on a plane and left him for good. He didn't want to risk losing you like this.

(X)

"Flight 180 to Seoul, Korea now boarding." You got up from the metal chairs you were sitting on and began walking over to the gates when you heard someone yell out your name.

"Y/n! I know you heard me, don't get on that plane!" You turned around to see Jimin rushing over to you. He was still in one of the outfits he'd been wearing when you heard him on the stage.

"What?" You questioned coldly as he finally reached you and stood in front of you. He was drenched in sweat as he panted, trying to get words out.

"You can't go-"

"I can, and I will." You mumbled, trying to move away from him but all he did was take your wrist in his hand. Looking up at you with puppy eyes as he tried to explain himself.

"Flight 555, last call."

"Jimin. I have to go." He shook his head, demanding that you stay with him, that he had to talk to you.

"You said what you said, it's over. I'm leaving now." You mumbled to him as you began to walk away from him again.

"Y/N! PLEASE!" You stopped when you noticed people turning to look at him now. All of them starting to realise who he was,

"Jimin. Not here," You whispered, rushing to his side as he continued to yell out and profess his love for you.

"Jimin. You called me annoying, you called me obsessive why would I ever-" Your argument was cut short as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pushing his lips against yours. You melted against his touch, wrapping your arms around his neck as you relaxed against his touch.

"Don't leave. I-I was a jerk-"

"I would have a better choice of words," You mumbled as he leant his forehead on yours, looking into your eyes as he tried to explain himself again. He knew there was nothing on this earth that could make it up to you.

"I was showing off, in front of the sound guys. I wanted to act like I didn't care when we both know it's not true. We both know that I could never find you annoying," He was reaching up to cup your face, you snuggled into his hand and he smiled weakly.

"I'll make it up to you," He whispered as he kissed you again. Only this time it was interrupted by his manager, yelling at the both of you for making the show late.

Taehyung:

The decorations were all in the bin as you finished cleaning up the empty cafe, the workers had gone home and left you the keys to the shutter. You were pretty close with the owners so they knew they could trust you,

"We're closed." You called out when you heard the bell above the door go off. Without a second passing, two arms wrapped around you tightly and Taehyung placed his head in the crook of your neck. You whimpered as he began to whisper how sorry he was to you, sorry wasn't good enough this time. Not after everything, he'd put you through in front of everyone. The embarrassment of having to explain what had happened while trying not to cry in front of families and friends.

"I shouldn't have said what I said," He mumbled against your neck but all you did was wiggle out of his grasp and walk away from him. Taking the bin bags into the back storage room and throw them in the garbage chute.

"And yet you did," You mumbled back to him as he continued following you around the store trying to get you to talk to him.

"I was being an idiot, Jimin had been mocking me all week about getting old...I just-"

"You just what? Thought it would be okay to take it out on me?" You turned to look at him, raising your eyebrows as you waited for some kind of reasonable explanation from him.

"I didn't mean to, I just- I'm sorry." This time he was the one crying, tears rolling down his face as he mumbled out words of apology. Your heart sank as you realised just how sorry he was about all of this,

"Tae-"

"I know I don't deserve you to accept this but please...I didn't mean it. I will spend every day of the rest of my life making it up to you if you'll let me....Please." The bell above the door sounded and you walked away, leaving Taehyung in the back while you went to tell whoever this was that you were closed.

"He didn't mean it. I've been on his case all week Y/n...Go back to the apartment...Talk to him, help him see sense-" Jimin continued telling you what had happened that week and why Taehyung had been so harsh when Taehyung came out from the back.

"I already told her..." Taehyung mumbled as he went to leave, your hand reached for him and you stopped him from leaving by taking his hand in yours.

"W-Walk me home." You whispered to him, looking at him as he stared at you,

"O-Okay," Jimin walked out when he saw that you were in the process of making up with one another,

"You're forgiving me?"

"Not completely...You can make it up to me tomorrow with breakfast in bed," You whispered as you left the cafe together, locking the door behind you.

Jungkook:

When you came out of the bedroom Jungkook was sitting in front of the bedroom door, tear-stained cheeks as he looked up at you shaking his head when he saw the bag over your shoulder.

"Don't." He whispered, throwing the bag into the room as he forced you to go and lay on the bed with him. He wrapped his arms around your body but you sat there, as still as you could get and he whimpered.

"Don't leave me. I was angry. I didn't mean anything," He repeated over and over again as he laid down beside you. Kissing your cheeks as he tried to get you to forgive him,

"Jungkook you still said it," You whispered to him, remembering how he screamed at you to leave. How you could see how badly he wanted you out of the house.

"I'm doing what you wanted. Let me leave." You didn't want to leave at all, Jungkook was the love of your life and you would go anywhere he told you to go. Do anything he told you to do.

"Jungkook-"

"I was angry. I didn't mean it, we all say things we don't mean." He repeated as you felt more of his tears roll down onto your shoulder, you broke down turning around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his body. Snuggling into him and trying to ignore the nagging inside of you that was telling you to go. There was no way you could leave him like this, or ever. You loved him far too much and you knew he loved you too.

"I'm sorry," He whispered in your ear, kissing you softly as he repeated it over and over again until he drifted off to sleep with you in his arms. Clutching onto you the whole night so you wouldn't be able to leave him.

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hey love ❤️ i hope you’re doing good and healthy but i was wondering if you could do a little mix!reader after she gave birth to tom and her’s child. maybe when the girls meet their niece or nephew

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The World’s Greatest Aunties

Pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader, Little Mix x fem!reader

Summary: The girls finally get to meet Baby Holland for the first time.

Warnings: none, spelling errors?

A/n: Hey darling! Thank you so much for the request, I’m so sorry that it took so long. I took a small break from writing Tom fics and writing in general because I needed to recharge the author part of my brain😭😂 I was lacking motivation to write but I’m back now! Thank you again for the request and I hope you like it!💞

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Five pairs of eyes peered over the bassinet, a twinkle of admiration in each one. The house was quiet except for the low hums of the music that played softly in the living room. Occasionally, they would hear the light clicks and taps of Tessa’s nails against the floors. The five of them were quiet, letting out a little coo here and there when the tiny bundle in the bassinet fidgeted.

“I can’t believe you actually made a baby.” Leigh-Anne whispered, cautiously steadying her voice at a quieter tone. You all nodded, agreeing to her comment.

You glance at Tom, who was stood beside you, “We weren’t even planning on having a baby. Someone’s pull-out game was just very weak.”

Tom’s mouth gaped at your statement, a false offended look on his features. “Well, you weren’t complaining while it was happening.”

“Did you really think I’d be in the right headspace to realize how bad your pull-out game was after being railed to the bed?” You quizzed him, standing up straight and placing your hands on your hips.

Jesy’s eyes shifted between you and Tom, “Are you two really talking about how irresponsible you guys are at sex in front of the baby you both made—because of irresponsible sex?”

“But isn’t she the cutest outcome of irresponsible sex?” Perrie cooed, leaning closer to the opening of the bassinet. Tom smirks at you before slinging his arm around your shoulder, “We made a beautiful baby, didn’t we?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Thomas, I’m sure Amelia’s 90 percent (Y/n) and 10 percent you.” Jesy comments, earning her some chuckles from the rest of you except for Tom. Though they’ve know each other for years, and he’s proved himself worthy of you, that still didn’t stop Jesy from giving him a hard time. Of course, all the petty arguments were all in good fun. He’s been slowly growing on her anyway.

“Well she’s definitely got (y/n)’s lips.” Leigh-Anne observed, admiring the sweet baby from above. You leaned your head on Tom’s shoulder as you watched Amelia scrunch her tiny nose.

“But her nose, without a doubt, is Tom’s.” You point out, watching your baby snuggle into her blanket.

“Honestly, you know how some babies are just not cute when they’re first born?” Jade began, voice remaining in a whisper. A few sounds of agreement were heard amongst you all. “Amelia’s probably one of the most cutest newborns I’ve ever seen, and she’s only a few weeks old.”

Tom’s lips morph into a soft smile as he leans back down towards Amelia, “She’s gorgeous isn’t she?” His large hand creeping closer to his daughter to brush his fingers along her chubby cheeks. Though the contact of his cold digits made her jolt, causing a sob to bubble out her small body. Tom gasped, turning around to give you an apologetic look. Before the girls arrived, you had put Amelia down for a nap so she wouldn’t be fussy once the girls were over. You were planning on waiting till she woke up to properly introduce her to the girls, but things don’t always go as planned, do they?

“Oh no!” Perrie cried, moving out the way so Tom can gather Amelia into his arms. Tom held her against his chest, shushing her and slightly bouncing his body to ease her wailing.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine. Daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” He apologized, genuinely feeling bad for waking her up from her nap. He whispered comforting words into her ear, not phased by the fact that she couldn’t even understand him yet. He pressed kisses on the crown of Amelia’s head, trying to calm her down.

“Look at that, she even got your vocals too.” Jesy hummed, smiling at the crying baby against Tom’s chest. You laughed, stretching your hands out towards Tom. Just by the gesture, he knew what you meant. The two of you have only been parents for almost a month now and every single day it seemed like you were both picking up new habits—specifically parental ones. It was like the start of your relationship again, you were leaning new things about each other, but this time as parents.

“Aww, c’mere darling, momma’s got you.” You cooed as Tom helped you place her against your chest. Her tiny head was snuggled into the crook of your neck, the warmth coming from your skin soothing her. You had a hand under her bum while the other was rubbing circles onto her back. Slowly, her cries softened until they were replaced by her cute baby gurgles.

“Are you crying?” Perrie asked. You turned around to see who the question was directed to. Only to find Jesy wiping her eyes and fanning them with her hands. She shook her head trying to brush off Perrie’s question.

“Babe,” you called out to her, “Why are you crying?”

You body gently swayed side to side, trying to entertain Amelia. You all looked at Jesy, an amused yet concerned expression on all your faces. When she felt like her tears weren’t about to spill from her eyes, she tilted her head to look at you again.

“I’m just—you’re an actual mother. Like look at you, you’re so grown up.” She sniffed, eyes watering up again. Jesy and the rest of the girls were just a few years older than you. Being the youngest of the group, they’ve always been protective of you and viewed you as their younger sister. They watched you grow up into an amazing woman, watched you fall in love with Tom, and now here you were—as a mother. The sight was quite emotional.

“Aw Jess.” You walk closer to her, using one of your arms to embrace her. Jesy chokes on her laugh, “No! Don’t hug me, you’re gonna make me cry even more.”

You ignore her protests and continue to wrap your arm around her neck. Jesy allows the hug to happen, wrapping both her arms around your waist.

“It’s okay, I cried a few times too.” Tom tells her comfortingly, handing her a tissue from over your shoulder. She takes it, thanking him quietly, and dabbing her eyes. You hear some more sniffles around the room. Breaking your hug with Jesy, you look around to see Perrie, Jade, and Leigh-Anne with glossy eyes.

“Guys...” You sigh.

“It just sunk in that you’re a mum now. Like you need to take care of another human being and help them become a person and all that.” Jade summed up, blinking away tears. Tom took it upon himself to wordlessly pass around tissues to the four women in the room.

Leigh-Anne came up behind you to move your hair over your shoulders, “You’re gonna teach her so many lessons about life. You’re gonna be the first person she’ll always look up to and her first best friend—I’m so excited for you.”

“I have life lessons too, ya know.” Tom interjected, slightly raising his hand. Jesy glances at him and scoffs, “You have the body of a twelve year old and you cry in movies for a living. What could you possibly learn from that?”

“I don’t cry in all my movies.” He defended himself.

You move your head to look at Tom, “Darling, you’ve literally cried in four out of the five Marvel movies you’ve been in. That speaks volumes.”

Jade’s eyes shifted between Jesy and Tom, “I thought we were having a sentimental moment, how did we go from that to hating on Tom.”

“Because, he’s Tom.”

Tom crossed his arms, squinting at you all, “You know, I thought having Amelia would make you guys like me more—but no, I just can’t catch a break from you lot.”

A joyful sound emitted from Amelia, catching everyone’s attention. The girls cooed and awed at the new member of their little family.

“Oh hello precious!” Perrie squealed leaning down beside you so she can see Amelia’s face. Your baby’s eyes were wide as she stared at the faces crowding above her.

“D’you guys wanna hold her?” The girls eagerly nod, bodies filling with excitement. You handed Amelia to Jesy, showing her how to properly hold your newborn baby. With her new niece’s head resting against her shoulder, she feels her heart swell with joy.

“Oh my, she’s lovely.” She whispered softly, her hand cradling Amelia’s head. She ducks her head to get a closer look at her face, chuckling when she sees the combination of you and Tom on Amelia’s features. Jesy catches a whiff of the newborn baby smell radiating off of her—you know, that light weight baby powder-ish smell?

“And she smells so good!” Jesy announced enthusiastically. Perrie frowns, “I wanna smell the baby.”

“Too bad, you can’t.” Jade teases, poking fun at Perrie’s inability to smell. Jesy passes Amelia to Perrie, who makes grabby hands at her before wrapping her arms around Amelia’s tiny form.

“I’m so sorry for exposing you to the media.” She tells the baby, a chorus of laughter following her apology. Perrie gently pokes Amelia’s cheeks with her finger, “Your cheeks! I just want to squish ‘em and smother you with kisses!”

“I think you’ve had enough time with the baby, my turn!” Leigh-Anne jokes, holding her hands out for Amelia. Perrie carefully hands her to Leigh-Anne, who instantly melts once she holds Amelia against her.

“I want one now.” She whines.

“Ask Andre, I’m sure he’ll give you one in no time.” You wink at her, gesturing to the ring on her left hand. You honestly wouldn’t be surprised if she became pregnant anytime soon. Leigh-Anne took her time holding Amelia, basking in the cloud of baby fever she was currently experiencing. Your daughter was then passed onto Jade, who was thrilled to show her niece all the gifts she had bought her.

You all watched as Jade ventured towards the couch, kindly asking Tom to fetch the large bag that was at your entrance alongside the piles of packages from your family and friends. Ever since you and Tom brought Amelia home, there has been a never ending amount of gifts being delivered to your home. The items ranged from clothes, toys, to diapers, and baby bottles. Your house was practically filled to the brim with baby supplies.

Jade settles on the couch; adjusting Amelia so she can cradle her with her arm and using her free hand to pull out gifts from the bag. You and the rest of the girls sit around her, while Tom looked over the couch behind you.

“You guys really didn’t have to get us anything, just being here and letting us share this moment with you is enough for me.” You expressed, Tom agreeing with you. Jade simply brushed you off, “Oh hush up, let us spoil Amelia. She’s going to be the sixth member of our band, so we need to make sure she’s got the best clothes to look like her mummy and aunties.”

Jade proceeds to pull out a bunch of Disney themed items out from the bag. “Oh you’re gonna love this, I found a bunch off onesies that were princess themed—look!” Jade held up the hanger of multiple Disney onesies for your daughter. “Look Amelia, there’s one for every princess!” You couldn’t help but let out a laugh when Jade began to show every item she bought for Amelia.

Your and Tom’s jaws dropped when she pulled out a Minnie Mouse headband made for babies.

“That is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, lemme see.” Tom held his hand out towards Jade who handed him the headband. You watched adoringly as Tom inspected the headband, looking at it with fascination. He caught your stare and proudly held up the head band, “Baby, we’ve gotta take her to Disney.”

“Oh, we definitely are, don’t worry.” You assure him, making him proudly fist the air. Without any of you noticing, Jesy slipped out the room to get the gift bag she left out at the entrance.

“I’ve got something too!” She sang entering the living room. She sat back on the couch, Jade passing Amelia to her once she was comfortable.

“Alright, ya ready precious?” Jesy asked Amelia, who grabbed at the bag with her hands. Jesy took her hands in hers and helped Amelia ‘take out’ the tissue paper from the bag.

“Since I know your parents are two of the biggest Harry Potter nerds, I decided to get you this because I know they’ll flip.” She explained before pulling out a baby Hogwarts costume.

“Jesy!” You gasped, leaning in to get a closer look at the clothes.

“They have Harry Potter merch for babies?” Tom exclaimed, rushing to stand behind Jesy’s part of the couch. He began to ramble, asking her where she bought the clothes and if there were more.

Jesy held her hand out to stop Tom from talking, “Wait, wait—WAIT, Jesus Thomas, you’re more excited for these clothes than your daughter.”

Tom shrugged, “Well she can’t express any feelings yet, so I’ll do it.”

“Here.” She passed the costume to him making him cheer. “The costume came with another thing actually.” Jesy took out a baby Hogwarts robe, making you gasp again.

“It comes with the robes too?” You asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, it was an entire set!” Jesy proudly answered. Tom ran his hand along the robe, touching the soft fabric. He let out a squeal, “I love it!”

“Tom darling, the clothes are for Amelia, not you.” Perrie teasingly reminded him. Tom brushes off her comment, “(Y/n), we could all dress up as Hogwarts students for Halloween! We could match costumes!” Tom was practically buzzing with excitement, not allowing you to give him a response.

“Thank you Jesy, it’s nice to know that you have a soft spot for me.” He bumped his fist against her shoulder, which she glared at.

“I don’t have a soft spot for you, twit.”

“Yes you do, you knew I liked Harry Potter.” He held up the Hogwarts costume, “And you got Amelia a baby Hogwarts costume. You went out of your way to give us this gift. It’s enough proof, Jes.”

“I got it for (Y/n).” Jesy argued.

Tom crossed his arms, “Just admit that you like me.”

“No, you’re a menace.” You all watched the exchange between the two. A goofy grin was on his face as he spread his arms out, “I’m gonna hug you now.” Before Jesy can respond, Tom had wrapped his arms around Jesy. She groaned, squirming in his grip.

“Thank you Jesy!” He sang, taking the piss out of annoying her. She smacked his arm, “I get it. Now get off, I’m holding your child!”

Tom lets go with a smile on his face.

“She likes me.” He mouthed to you, motioning to Jesy. You shook your head at him, chuckling.

The girls continued to give Amelia their gifts. Perrie got her a bunch of classic children’s books and some toys. Leigh-Anne had given you a diaper bag and a “mommy and me” set of clothes. You were instantly obsessed with the matching sets, now you and your baby girl can have matching outfits. The night was full of the girls passing Amelia around and playing with her. She hadn’t cried for a single second, happy with the attention she was getting and constantly being held. There was no doubt that she would sleep soundly tonight, much to your and Tom’s content.

You watched as the girls circled around Amelia in the living room. Perrie was currently holding her, talking about how she couldn’t wait to spoil her with all the cutest baby clothes and toys. You overheard them talking about all the things they wanted to teach her; like how to sing. A smile had crept its way onto your lips without you noticing. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around your waist.

Tom presses a kiss onto your shoulder and rests his chin on it, “You know she’s the luckiest baby in the world? And I’m not just saying that because she’s our child, but she’s really lucky. We’re very lucky.”

“We are, aren’t we?” You hum, leaning your weight against his chest, something he happily welcomes.

“She’s got two amazing parents. That’s us.” He squeezes you and continues his list, “She has grandparents who already love her, a bunch of protective uncles, and the world’s greatest aunties in her corner.” He finished, gesturing to the women in the living room. Yeah, you guys were lucky.

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