#NONE OF THIS KEEPING IT TO YO SELF U HEAR ME

[stevebabey]

I’m so so so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, really I’m so so sorry! Next time I keep it for my self, sorry🙏💘

WOAH NO UR SO OKAY no apologies needed nonnie i prommy!!! you didn’t make me uncomfy and i answered that ask to let you know why i wouldn’t write it + maybe help you see that the behaviour u described could be a bit bleh, if that makes sense? i would never want to discourage anyone from reaching out nd sharing thoughts on here, dis is the internet so it’s quite literally the best place to do so! (so pls! keep doing it!) i’m a big girl, promise you didn’t make me uncomfortable and even more so, i am sure you don’t gotta apologise baby <3

[all444miles]

— IN HER OWN LIL’ WORLD

— paring: e!42 miles x black!fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: you can chat for the world, so you tell it all to none other than your boyfriend.

— a/n: the way this is a self insert bc when i tell u i can CHATTTTTT 😭 this is pretty much inspired by the song “love is only a feeling” (hence the title, that “she’s so perfect in her lil world”) so you might see a bit of lyric references in it. writing ts at 2am got me TIRED than a mf, but enjoy !!

You were a natural talker. You could talk for hours without getting tired. You could talk for the whole world, even. So you tell everything you want to say to your world, Miles. Miles loved everything about you. But when you would talk to him non-stop, and the way you’d articulate your words? Made his whole day.

“She came up to me tryna start sum, and you know I wouldn’t take that shi, so I had to deal wit her.” you explained, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, his hands on your waist, as you continued to tell the story you had been telling Miles about for the past 26 minutes.

“Mami, you fought her?” he asked, his head cocking to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. “Das crazy, ain’t I said if you got a problem tell me?” You never really knew how, but whenever a person would cause you problems, Miles would always find a way to sort it out.

You tried to think to yourself, before you realised what he said to you just a ago week ago, catching your breath as you did so.

“Aight ma, after that fight, if you got any more beef wit somebody, for a good reason, you come to me, you heard?”

“Oh yeah..” you could hear a soft sigh coming from Miles and watched as he slightly shook his head, which made you smile. “That’s my bad. But she still deserved that shit.”

“So ima take it you won? Or else ima be even more annoyed.” he questioned you, raising an eyebrow, engaging himself more into the conversation.

You chuckled at his question, and your answer made him grin. “Of course I did! You ain’t never gon see me lose a fight.”

“That’s my girl. Now, tell me the rest.” you smiled at Miles as he waited for you to continue. You were always a talkative person, and Miles would always be the one to listen.

“You sure I ain’t talking yo ear off, baby?” you laughed quietly as you spoke, feeling the slightest bit self-conscious that you were talking too much. Miles, however, laughed at what you said.

“Mami, you always do, but I love it.”

“Ahora, no dejes que te detenga amor, sigue hablándome.” (Now, don't let me stop you love, keep talking to me.)

© all444miles 2023. do not plagerize, copy, or repost my work in any way shape or form, without my permission.

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[sorencd]

could you write something about reader being scared of wilson cheating on her but then he conforts her? cuz with the history of cheating that he has i would be scared lmao

SANCTUARY

a/n : thank u sm for the req! i love me some good old comfort w wilson. i don't know how this turned into 1.4k i told myself i would keep it short lol. reader is a doctor btw! and charlotte is the name i gave ur friend :)

w.c. : 1.4k

"dude, are you okay?"

your friend's sudden voice that came out of nowhere brought you back from your mindless gazing, you didn't even notice that you were absent-mindedly staring off into space. a few patients got scared because they thought you were judging them with your stare, and after a few complaints, your friend finally approached you to ask if you were okay.

"hm?"

"you're definitely not okay."

"i'm- yeah! i'm totally fine. you were saying?"

she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, not believing a single word that came out of your lips. you knew your actions were giving away too much, but even if you tried hiding the fact that something was bothering you, she'd probe and pry more relentlessly.

"what's wrong? there's something wrong. are you okay?"

you sighed defeatedly, there's no more escaping her. figuring that there isn't much to do aside from telling her what's on your mind, you pulled your friend into an empty room and shut the door. resting your back against the surface and in a hushed whisper, ushered her to come closer.

"are you pregnant?"

"what- no! charlotte what on earth- say that again and i'm no longer telling you."

"ok ok! i'm shutting the fuck up. you may continue."

a brief pause encapsulated the unoccupied room before you opened your lips hesistantly. opening up to people was something you always found hard to do, whether they be a family member or a close friend, you could never easily voice out your thoughts. but you couldn't really hold this in any longer, you needed to tell someone.

"i've been feeling... an awful lot insecure lately. not the kind that involves my appearance! that's saved for tuesdays."

"then what kind?"

"it.. it's about wilson.."

"what did he do? do you need me to chop off his-"

"no no! none of that! it's just... i'm scared i'll just end up as another ex-this or ex-that or someone that house would mention to him and james would gag whenever he hears my name. i don't know maybe i'm just being over-dramatic."

"have you tried telling wilson about how you’re feeling?"

"i've tried starting the conversation.. but i'd always end up chickening out. so now i'm stuck with these self-deprecating thoughts and i don't like it one bit." you ended with a huff, hiding your face behind your hands and tiredly letting your shoulders slouch down. "it's hard talking to patients when every single one of them would ask me if 'everything's alright', i should be the one asking them that!"

"you know, you shouldn't be bottling your feelings. a relationship goes two ways, don't be scared to tell any of this to wilson! asking for reassurance is never a bad thing, and it doesn't make you needy or demanding or whatever, it's your right as his partner! i'm sure wilson would understand, he loves you very much, how could he not?"

"you're right.. i'll talk to him when he have lunch together."

"you won't chicken out?"

"i won't. i swear."

"you better. i'll be watching you."

you quickly opened the door to avoid staying in the room for too long, you didn't want someone to catch you too talking about personal matters. charlotte waved you off before returning back to her department, leaving you alone. you decided that for the remainder of your vacant and spare time you were going to rehearse what you plan on telling wilson, you didn't want to embarrass yourself and stutter the entire time. so you scurried away into your office, determined to go through with your plan.

if anyone were to press their ear against the door, they would have heard your incessant muttering and would've thought you were insane. you had your feet propped up on the table as you recited word for word how you were going to tell all of this to wilson, despite knowing that when the time comes, all of it would be useless and you'd go completely off script. but it gets your mind off of things so you carried on. a familiar knocking pattern resounded over your hushed whispering, it was wilson. he had this specific knocking style that you grew accustomed too. you felt a shiver run down and a dreaded feeling dripped in each step you took on your way to open the door for james, since you kept it locked, not wanting anyone to see you panicking in your office. you twisted the door knob slowly, and behind it was wilson. standing happily and his usual dorky smile making an appearance when he saw your face.

"hi."

"hi. you ready to grab lunch?"

you turned your head to the side before answering, a habit that always showed whenever you were nervous and you never seemed to be able to get rid of it. to try and avoid him from gaining any suspicion that something's wrong and notice how tense and sweaty your palms were, you tried making small talk. 'i'm not myself at all.'

the entire short walk to the canteen you listened to wilson ramble about some case house had, and how they're having a hard time diagnosing the patient. and no matter how hard you tried focusing on wilson's voice the gnawing feeling won't stop buzzing and crawling at the back of your mind, you felt sick.

wilson, from the moment you opened the door to your office, knew something was up. you didn't have that bright favorite smile of his, nor did you have any snarky remarks to say while he was storytelling. you didn't contribute to the conversation at all, and it wasn't like you. it carried on even until you two came back from the canteen and retreated to his office. he wanted to ask you what's wrong, but he didn't want to pressure you into saying anything you aren’t ready to tell him. so instead he waited until you were the one to approach him. he was also half-nervous that if he ever asked, you'd just suddenly blurt out that you two should break up. and he'd rather not have that happen.

"james.. i'm..." now it was wilson's turn to be nervous. "you love me, right?"

you had this.. sad look on your face that wilson wasn't used to, he couldn’t describe it. you looked defeated, tired even. he began to replay the last few days, you were fine! you were your usual, loving, witty, happy self!

"yes, of course i do." he replied with all seriousness, dropping the files he picked up to reorganize them. "why do you ask?"

"it's nothing, really. and i don't know why i did."

he gently approached you, careful not to seem condescending when he gently took a hold of both your wrists.

"i'm pretty sure you going quiet is never a good idea and is 'nothing'. come on sweetheart, you can tell me anything."

when you looked up into his eyes and found nothing but sincerity, you cracked and gave in. you told him everything that was on your mind.

"i'm- i was.. i was scared, james. i was scared that you'd leave me for some... better girl or something i don't even know myself, and that i'd just end up as another one of your exes. i don't want that! i don't want any of this to end and i'm so so scared that it eventually would and i can't do anything about it and i couldn't tell you earlier because i was scare you'd get mad or somethi-"

"(y/n)."

the soft mention of your name stopped you from rambling on any further. and now you were in his embrace, his arms wrapped around you perfectly and tightly. when wilson pulled away, youhad tears threatening to fall from your eyelids.

"i'd never leave you for anyone else, (y/n). why would i when i already found the one? i already found you. you just- complete me. i can't put into words how much you make me feel content or- or happy, loved, it's like you were always here. i would have to be an idiot to let you go. besides, you know too much about me. you're stuck with me forever."

he still managed to make you laugh despite the tears running down your cheeks. you probably looked insane, laughing and crying at the same time.

"you're- i love you, james."

"i love you too, (y/n). don't ever be afraid to talk about anything, okay?"

"okay."

© sorencd . 2023 ─ do not copy, repost, translate or claim any of my works as your own.

[jeffsfavoriteknife]

SMUT AHEAD MxM reader

You avoided looking in the mirror at this point to avoid hearing all the insults about your appearance in your head, heading over to your bed and plopping down on the plush covers. You looked over to the plush you had of him, you grabbed the look alike plush and hugged him close to you before it was snatched out of your hand and you panicked as you turned around, suddenly met face to face with none other than your obsession. “Well look at this lil thing, you sleep with it at night? You really into me that bad huh?” He dangled the plush above your head as you flushed red in the face, not being able to say anything to him, mouth slightly open with surprise. He huffs, dropping the plush in your lap and looking around the room, eyes gleaming as his gaze lands on your skirt hanging up on the opposite side of the wall, he gets up and grabs it, walking back over to you with it in hand. “You like wearing skirts? If you like it so much then put it on, right now” you hesitated and shook you head nervously, you were humiliated the last time you wore it and didnt know if he would do the same. He grabs you by your hips and pulls down your sweatpants, pulling the skirt up your legs and over your hips. “When i say do something, you do it, got it?” He grabs your hands and brings you in front of the mirror, sitting you on his lap “look at how cute you are, the skirt really shows off your cock yknow” Hearing this you instantly pull your skirt down over yourself harder, refusing to look at yourself or him in the mirror, he tsks and grabs your chin, making you look up at yourself, flushed face and all, this making him grin as he spreads your thighs open even more, your cock twitching at the excitement starting to boil in your stomach. He grips your face in his hands and turns your head to face him, his head slightly tilted “so did you not wear anything underneath in hopes that id find you? Is that it?” You nodded and he grabs your hair in his hand, kissing you hard as you squirm in his grip, kissing him back just as hard in desperation due to lack of physical contact, who knew you were so cockhungry. He moves one of his legs to lift one of your legs up as his free hand grips your cock and starts pumping you at inhumane speed, causing your legs to immediately start twitching. You pull away from his lips for air, whining in overstimulation due to how sensitive you were, he notices this and chuckles, stopping to unzip his fly and pull his own throbbing cock out “your so fucking cute, you act like you havent been touched in years, or have you saved yourself just for me? I feel honored that youd do that” He spreads your ass as he stares at you in the mirror as he starts pushing himself in, your mouth dropping in pain and pleasure at the intrusion “i got rules, one, you keep looking at your pretty self in this damn mirror while i fuck you silly, two, if you cum you loose understand?” You didnt know what he meant by that but the fullness of being stuffed by someone you tried so desperately to get the attention of had you not caring as you nodded, he lifted you up confusing u until he brought you down, HARD. Immediately bottoming out in you as you tightened around him in response to having your prostate hit into, not giving you a break as he gripped your thighs, pounding himself into you, you crying in pure pleasure as you watched him fuck you senseless in the mirror, you knew you couldnt last long, he lifted you once more, able to tell that you were at your limit and hits your prostate with one last hard thrust and had you cumming harder than youve ever cum before, you tightening around him so tightly had him wrapping his hands around you and blowing his load into you, he came so much you thought he would break you by the sheer force of his orgasm. He pulled you off and watched you leak a bit of him out as he pulled out his phone and took a quick picture, something you didnt notice. He pulled you back by your arms, whispering in your ear. “Get up sunshine, you came first so you loose remember? Get ready for another round”

[cinemasteves]

Eddie teaching reader how to suck him off but reader is all self conscious but it's all cute and sweet

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eddie munson x reader

notes/warnings: 18+ pls! soft dominant!eddie, swearing, a blowjob, weed & mentions of alcohol

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Being best friends with Eddie has its perks. Free weed, a ride to school everyday, constant sleep overs and movie nights, the whole nine yards. You both found peace in each other. Him being able to distract you from your house full of younger siblings and parents on the verge of divorce and you being one of the only people to willingly want to be his friend and talk to him. You knew everything about each other. Well, not everything. You'd been keeping a small, silly secret from Eddie, afraid that he'd make fun of you for it for the next few months. The secret? You'd never given a blowjob before. Sure you'd hooked up with guys, but it's never come down to doing that. They always wanted to please you. Which you're not complaining about, but you want to do it at least once so you know what you're doing just in case a guy actually does ask for one.

Tonight was no different than any other Friday night at Eddie's trailer. You two watching some shitty movies and being so stoned you think you're hearing shapes. The two of you giggling about god knows what and talking about literally any and everything.

"Hey Eddie," you giggled "I've got a confessionnnn."

He gave you a concerned look, but laughed along with you. "Lay it on me princess." What came out of your mouth next was not what he was expecting at all.

"I've never.....sucked a guy off." And just like that you realized that the shapes were gone and now you were left horrified awaiting his response.

"Really? Why?" He had a serious, yet intrigued look on his face. Not the response you were expecting.

"I don't know it's just...i've never been asked t— wait...why aren't you making fun of me right now?" you questioned.

"Oh no believe me i'm going to, i'm just curious. So you mean to tell me, that out of all the guys you've hooked up with, none of them wanted a blowjob???"

You shook your head no.

"Freaks. They don't know what they're missing."

"What's it like?" you were expecting him to just explain in detail what happens, but his answer made your stomach flip upside down.

"Want me to teach you? I could use one anyway, been a while." You stared blankly at him for the next couple of seconds before he spoke again, "You don't have to if you don't want to, I just figured we could kill two birds with one stone." He shrugged, sitting back into the couch getting comfy again as if what he just asked you was a simple yes or no question.

"U-Um...sure." You stuttered.

He sat up again and moved closer to where you were sitting, grabbing your arms tightly. "Are you really sure? I don't want you to feel pressured." He's suddenly nervous about this, realizing how this could possibly change your friendship. Sure you guys have shared kisses before, but they were only for dares or if you both were drunk. It didn't bother either of you, and you never had a complaint, he was a phenomenal kisser.

"Yea. Let's do it." He gave you a kiss on your cheek after your response before guiding you to the floor in front of him and you blush at the feeling of being on your knees for thee Eddie Munson. Although this would probably be something you both put in the back of your minds after it's over, you still wanted to please him to your best ability, otherwise you'd never want to show your face here again.

Your nerves began to kick in as he started to undo his belt. The sound of the metals from his rings and belt clinking was something you'd never thought would turn you on. He watches your face in awe, smirking and getting hard at the sight of you on your knees for him. "C'mere for a sec sweetheart." He pulls you up onto his lap so you're straddling him and brushes your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. Both of his hands rest on the sides of your face and he slowly pulls you in for a kiss. The cold of his rings clashes with the warmth of your cheeks, sending a shiver down your back, making you unintentionally grind on him. He lets out a hum as he gets fully hard and brings his hands down to your hips to guide your movements for a couple more minutes. Breaking the kiss, his hands come up to cup your face once more.

"As much as I'd love to see and feel you ride me, we have something else to do."

He lifts you up so he can pull down his jeans and boxers as you get back down onto the floor. You look absolutely angelic to him right now, so sweet, somewhat innocent and so, so beautiful. Your eyes widen at his size, causing your nerves to kick in and him to smirk. His hand comes around to your neck, slightly gripping to bring you forward.

"This might sound kinda silly, but just think of it as sucking a popsicle." he explains. "Just spit in your hand first and rub it around to lube it up a little. Kinda hurts if it's dry."

You nod, doing as he says, taking him in your hand, pumping a few times to rub your saliva around before bringing your mouth forward. As your lips wrap around him you hear him groan, causing you to stop, fearing you already did something wrong. "Go ahead, it's okay." You begin to take him deeper into your mouth and as you begin to go back up, your teeth slightly scrape him and he lets out a hiss.

"Oh fuck I'm so sorry. That's so embarassing god I'm sorry, Eddie." You blush in embarrassment as you sit back onto your heels, debating if you should stop. "M-maybe this was a mistake." At this point you're too embarassed to even look at him.

"Relaaaxx, Y/N, I don't expect you to be a porno star your first time. Just...don't use your teeth that's all. I'm okay, all good I promise." He says, rubbing your face to comfort you. You slowly go back to where you were before, and take him in your mouth once more, without teeth of course. This time, you slowly begin to suck him and he immediately grips your hair into a ponytail, wanting to just shove you down, but he just leaves it there, not wanting to take control just yet. You get into a comfortable rhythm and begin to pick up the pace, causing him to let out a moan. "Just like that, sweetheart. Doing so good." You feel his grip on your hair get tighter and his thighs tense up, causing you to hum, which nearly sends him over the edge.

You decide to try and swirl your tongue around as you suck, and boy did that nearly do it too, as he twitches in your mouth and his breath starts to hitch. "K-Keep going. Fuck just like that." His grip is still tight around your hair, tempted to take full control at this point. As if you read his mind, you slowly take all of him into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat causing you to gag. This sensation sends him into outer space, his dick twitches once more, and he lets out the hottest moans as he gets closer and closer to euphoria. A wave of confidence floods through you and you do it again, picking up the pace, adding your hand to the mix to jerk him off as you come up to his tip and direct your focus there. You taste his precum, humming once more.

"So close, sweetheart. Keep going." he begs.

You lock eyes with him as you suck and stroke him for a little longer, getting sloppier and messier each time. "Jesus Christ." His breathing sporadic, legs shaking as he groans and finally releases into your mouth. You swallow every last drop, releasing him with a 'pop' sound and kissing his tip.

"Still gonna make fun of me?" You smirk up at him as you wipe your mouth on your t-shirt.

He pulls up his boxers and brings you off the floor back onto his lap, gripping your jaw to make you look at him, desire in his eyes. "Not if you do that again sometime." He smirks, pulling your face in just milimeters from his, ghosting his thumb over your puffy lips. "So pretty. You did so good." he praises, kissing you gently.

I am melting k bye.

[drakenology]

ˢᵗᵃʳ ᴮᵒʸ ⁻ ᴬᵗ��ᵘᵐᵘ ��ⁱʸᵃ

ʷᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: smut, drug use (weed), alcohol use, raw sex, spitting, inexperienced!reader, corruption?, atsumu is the weeknd, reader is a fan girl.

ᵃᵘᵗʰᵒʳ’ˢ ⁿᵒᵗᵉ: yo yo! so this is for the rolling loud event for my girl @loveatsutani. I love u bitch. I aint gon neva stop lovin you bitch. anyways, hope yall enjoy and make sure to check out the other participants!

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Atsumu aka Tsumu was an icon in his own right and the self proclaimed “Star Boy” made sure to show it off. Fame cost him a lot though. Personal space was limited and privacy was a luxury. It was also hard to find a genuine woman who didn’t only like him for his money and fame. Atsumu knew these things would come when he pursued his newest passion in music, but the screaming and adoring fans were all worth the trouble.

Tonight was the night he headlined for Rolling Loud, performing as well as he usually did - and looking good doing it too. Singing was a talent he never knew he had until one day he just sat with some friends, smoked some pot and just belted out some R&B. People compare his music to that of The Weeknd which gained him a plethora of female fans. He watched from the stage as thousands of women flash their breasts, throwing their bras onto the stage. He’s such a tease he lifts his shirt up to flash them his abs, listening to them scream louder as he finishes his song.

“Thanks so much. Yer all amazin’.” Atsumu huffed, out of breath and sweaty from jumping around on stage singing and rapping all night. He waves goodbye to his fans, scooping a few bras off the ground and running back stage to get ready for his after party. One thing Mr. Miya Atsumu was an expert in was throwing an absolute rager of a party. There was always weed to smoke, drinks flowing and gorgeous girls ready to hand him their panties. With his security in tow, He waves goodbye to the fans waiting in line to get inside as he leaves the venue, even signing a few breasts on the way. “Star Boy.” was always his signature.

Atsumu’s house was jumping as the loud music bumped against the walls from the vibrations of the bass. Everybody was having a great time, including him as he downed another shot of vodka.

He stood cooly against the wall when you walked in with a group of friends of yours all dressed to be fucked stupid somewhere in his house. You especially caught his attention with those tits of yours practically jumping out of your dress as you exclaim excitedly about being in the Tsumu’s house.

You and your friends start dancing to the music, grinding on each other and shaking your asses much to Atsumu’s amusement. His eyes wandered across your body as you danced, locking onto your hips as they swayed to the beat of the music.

You’re enchanting to him as your hands travel up and down your body, caressing your hips and grabbing your friends’ asses to hype them up as they twerked. His mind began to imagine your plush thighs wrapped around his waist, imagining the way you’d look under him as your tits jumped with every harsh thrust he delivered. He wanted to hear you moan his stage name as his tongue delved deep into your sweet little cunt, to feel your thighs squish against his face as you cum on his mouth. That’s it, he’s going to approach you.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He slurred, feeling a little saucy from the alcohol he earlier consumed as he leaned into your ear. You immediately turn around to see Tsumu towering over you, smirking as you continue to dance.

“Oh my god! Hi! I’m such a big fan!” You squeal excitedly, only further stroking Atsumu’s ego hearing your sweet voice pitch in excitement over just the sight of him.

“Are ya? Wanna show me just how big of a fan ya are?” He asks, his hands on the small of your back to lead you away from the crowd. Maybe this was why he couldn’t meet genuine women to spend his riches and his time on. But tonight - with the way you look, he could care less about settling down right now.

You of course agreed to go to his room with him, waving to your friends as they raised their glasses in celebration of you bedding Tsumu of all people in this party. His lips meet yours as soon as you reach his bedroom door, moaning into your mouth as he opens it to lead you to the bed without breaking the kiss.

His hands lift up your dress to get a good look at your curves, running them up and down your hips and thighs before spreading them. With his breath hitching in his throat, he groans at the wet spot on your pretty little panties.

“Someone’s excited.” Atsumu teased, running his thumb over your covered clit. Your hips buck a bit from the feeling, gasping as his thumb moves in circles.

“Tsumu, I-I have to tell you somethin’.” You moan, locking your hazy eyes onto his. His eyebrow raised as he peeled your panties off your soaked pussy, licking his lips when he sees your slick pull from it as it sticks to the fabric.

“Hm?” He questioned, collecting your slick with his fingers.

“I um.. I don’t really have much experience. ‘M not a virgin but I’ve only had sex maybe twice in my life.” You admit, feeling your cheeks get hot when he starts to chuckle. God, that only made his cock grow harder. It was hard to believe someone as hot as you didn’t have very much sex but the possibility of becoming the best you’ve ever had was an accomplishment he needed under his belt. He was definitely about to teach you a thing or two.

“Don’t worry, love. ‘M gonna take good fuckin’ care of ya.” He smirked, laying in front of you to rest his head between your nervous thighs. He didn’t want to wait another second to taste you, his tongue parting your sopping wet folds with a soft groan. Your hands find their way into his dyed hair, mewling softly when you feel his tongue gliding against spots that have never been touched.

You gasp sharply when his tongue sinks inside you, your eyes rolling back when he slurps and laps up your juices hungrily. You feel your hips grinding against his face, Atsumu laughing against your skin at your eagerness. He doesn’t keep you still, instead he follows your movements with his tongue. He pulls away to spit on your already sloppy cunt, diving back in without a second to brace.

“T-Tsumu!” You shriek, his ears seeming to perk when he hears his name leave your pretty mouth. He pulls away just to hear you whine, watching as your pussy flutters around nothing.

“Anyone ever tell ya how pretty yer little pussy is, baby?” He asks, licking your slick off his lips before crawling up your body to kiss you. You shake your head no, which wasn’t a lie.

His hands go to take off his jeans, feeling your hands excitedly run up and down those famous abs of his. He takes your wrists and pins you down, pulling your dress down to expose your bare breasts. No bra? God. Immediately he’s leaving hickies all over your skin, nipping and sucking at your nipples before gliding his tongue over your hardened nipples.

“‘M making you feel good, yeah?” He asks, wanting to hear you say it from your mouth being that he already knew the answer. You nod.

“Uh-huh. N-No one’s ever made me feel like this before.” You say as he pulls you closer to his groin by your hips. He takes his hefty cock out, your eyes watching it twitch and leak with pre-cum as you absentmindedly lick your lips.

He prods your weeping hole with the fat tip of him, rubbing the underside of his cock against your pussy. Your hips grind, trying to get him to slide inside you as your plump lips form an impatient pout. This time he doesn’t reward your eagerness, instead holding your hips down and continuing to tease you with his dick.

“I’ll give it to ya if ya ask nicely, sweet heart.” Atsumu says smirking, causing you to whine.

“Please, Tsumu. Fuck me. I wanna feel you. Please, Tsumu, please.” You plead, your eyes going doe-like as your lashes flutter.

With those magic words you feel him split you open, a long drawn out mewl leaving your lips as you feel him bottom out immediately. He waits for you to adjust, sliding in and out of you slowly to get your tight cunt to adjust to the size of him. He knows he’s big, but you’re already taking him so well he can’t help but to speed up to form the shape of his cock into your pussy.

You can’t help but scream and rake your manicured nails into his back, feeling your gelatinous thighs quake as you try and hold them open. His palms press your thighs into your chest, his full balls smacking against your ass as he starts to fuck you into the bed. You can’t even control your sounds, knowing that if it weren’t for the bumping music downstairs the whole party would be able to hear your desperate cries.

“M-More Tsumu. H-Harder!” You beg, trying not to let your moans muddle your sentence as he does what you ask. You were quite possibly the best pussy he’s fucked in a long time. Even though he’s had sex with many beautiful women around the world, none of them felt as warm and inviting as you did.

Your cunt practically swallowed him whole, his eyes glued onto the way your walls tried to pull him back inside when he pulled away. He smacked your outer thigh and told you to bend over for him, groaning when you do so so urgently. You were so eager to please, he even contemplated keeping you around.

“Such a sexy little body, baby. Look at this ass.” He said, his big hands grabbing and smacking the fat of it. His cock twitched at the way it jiggles in ripples, sliding it inside you to see it smack against his lap. You feel him hit new angles, new spots, feeling yourself hanging on by a thin thread.

His heavy balls smack against your throbbing clit with each rut of his hips, yelping when he smacks your ass every so often. Your cries get louder when you feel him hitting the soft spongy spot that’s never been touched by any man. Your cunt squeezes him tight, without warning cumming around him as your eyes well up with pleasurable tears.

“Uuhhh fuck, angel. Yer so fuckin’ tight. Gonna make me cum.” He groaned, spitting down onto hs cock to make his length slicker. You hear him hissing and cussing, his thrusts stuttering until you feel him push deep inside you to cum in thick and sticky ropes. You moan at the warm and wet sensation, humming when he fucks his cum inside you deep. The feeling in your chest was unmistakable when he pulled out of you, unfortunately feeling yourself develop feelings for the super star you just fucked - a curse that came with the female orgasm. But Tsumu was a Star Boy and couldn’t be held down.

Or could he?

[torilovestowrite]

Dabi x Reader; Try Again pt. 8

Synopsis: Years ago, (Y/n) was left by her villain boyfriend, Dabi after discovering an unexpected news. Ever since then, she never had a lover— focusing on her only son, Yuta. Later on, she meets Todoroki Touya— a new co-worker who seem to be persistent towards winning her heart and attention.

Ship: Dabi x Fem! Reader

❗❗❗Content Warning: Mentions of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, Manga spoilers, Dabi is a Todoroki theory

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"Yuta L/n, you're not going out!" Y/n strictly reprimanded as she tried to keep her son still from his position, lying on bed with a cold towel on his forehead.

It was during a Wednesday when Yuta, y/n's son, had a fever that reached over 41 degrees. Y/n felt threatened about this because her son has never reached this temperature. It's too high— and he also stated something about his body feeling heavy. What could be happening?

"B-but... we're about to watch a movie in school today! I don't want to miss it!" Yuta began bawling his eyes out while Y/n sighed at his dramatic tone. Does it really have to be like this? Yuta has to be emotional and sensitive every time he gets sick? This only reminds her of him— the way he would caress her soft hands every time she would tend his wounds every after a tiring day— the man he used to love, Dabi, would appear to be more gentle and affectionate every time he gets worn out... or ill.

"We're going to watch a movie while you take a rest here at home, okay?" Y/n gently tapped her son's side in an attempt to make him close his eyes and sleep. "For now, take a rest. Or else, it would take longer before you could go outside."

Immediately, Yuta turned his back from his mother in an attempt to be more comfortable; and to have a good sleep. Y/n smiled at his actions. Good thing, her son has always been considerate on her hardwork and the way she disciplines him.

It wasn't too long until she heard a notification from her phone— a message coming from Touya.

touya ❣ : good morning y/n. how's ur pretty face doing?

It's been four months since y/n realized her feelings for Touya. Both of them started dating two months ago and so far, he has been understanding towards her obligations as a mother. Most of their dates included Yuta and there are times when Touya would volunteer to watch over him while she's away during her day shifts. Y/n could never ask for anything— Touya was doing his job greatly; as a boyfriend and as a paternal figure to Yuta.

you : yeah, i'm all good babe. thanks for asking. but yuta's sick rn... i dont really have anyone to take care of him and i need to go for my day shift.

touya ❣ : you want me to go for it? i mean, i only work during nights anyways

Y/n's smile lit up as she read his message. Finally! She thought. She could go to work!

you: sure thing babe 💗✨

Few more minutes, when Yuta has finally travelled to dreamland, Y/n left the house, wearing her thick f/c coat with her hair styled to become more neat-looking. Another day for work, she thought.

It's been two hours since Touya arrived in Y/n's home. Using the spare key under her house's doormat, he decided to enter her house that was silent when he went inside. Until he heard a child's high-pitched scream coming from Yuta's bedroom. His instinct caused him to immediately run towards this direction; but what he saw caused a heavy sensation in his chest. Those familiar blue flames that was once his signature— as Dabi; the heartless villain who claimed 30 innocent lives.

"U-Uncle T-Touya!" Yuta cried in panic while his right hand was burning with blue and heated fire. "W-What should I do?! M-my—"

"Breathe." Touya immediately replied as he kneeled next to him, rubbing his back with his huge and rough hands. "You have to control your breathing and your emotions. You have to control it because the more you panic, the more it will get stronger."

Yuta closed his eyes and focused in calming himself down— taking deep breaths and thinking about things that he liked in life— ice cream, Y/n, Uncle Touya, pro-heroes... all the things that makes him happy. Slowly, the fire became smaller and smaller— until nothing appeared on his hands.

"I-It's gone! The blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as a grin crept on his face. "Did you see that awesome thing on my hand, Uncle Touya?! That must be my quirk, right?"

"Yes, it's an awesome quirk that you have." Touya smiled sadly as he stared at the young and naive child— as if he was seeing his past self; the pure child who was corrupted by his father's evil desires and deeds. It was all fun and games knowing he has an awesome quirk like that... until his father, Enji Todoroki, decided to ruin everything for him.

But he swore to be someone better than him; to be a man suitable to be called a father.

That afternoon, Y/n arrived at her home with such beautiful sight; Touya and Yuta scooped in each others' arms while the movie was left streaming. She smiled at the sight. It was so cute. For a few seconds, she almost believed that Touya was Yuta's father. The young mother couldn't help it but to take a picture of the two while having their peaceful slumber.

"I saw you," Touya spoke, "Delete it."

Y/n giggled as Touya stood up from his position as he tried to grab the phone away from her hands. It was such a cute sight. She was sticking her tongue out while she was trying to chase him. Y/n couldn't help but to feel as if they were all.. what? 17? Whatever, it felt cute, though.

"Yeah, whatever. Have that pic all you want. You can even make it your wallpaper." Y/n got her cheeks pinched by him as he gave her a light kiss on the nose. "I'm going now, sweet cheeks, I'm attending night shift for tonight."

"Sure, sure." Y/n smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek, as she watched his lean and toned figure leave their house. All that's left is her and Yuta. Slowly, his eyes opened to see his mother watching him sleep.

"Mommy?" Yuta spoke in a drowsy tone.

Y/n responded, hugging her son beside her while his eyes still looked sleepy. Seems that the sleep wasn't enough for him, huh? The young lady laughed at this, ruffling his hair, and deciding to ask him. "How was your day with Uncle Touya? Is it better than it was when you're at school?"

The young lad aggressively nodded and decided to tell Y/n the greatest thing that he discovered today.

"My quirk just manifested, ma! I have blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as he tried to show it off with the tip of his fingers. Y/n's eyes widened at this— it created a tingling feeling in her heart. It was like a slap on her face. Yuta is really Dabi's son, isn't he?

"T-That's awesome." Y/n replied, trying to stop tears from flowing.

While her son was still busy talking about his day, her hands were able to feel something on the couch. It was... hard. She pulled out to see a black leather wallet. Did Touya forget his stuff here? Y/n sighed at his forgetfulness. Well, he's a person, she thought, so he has flaws too.

"Did Uncle Touya forget that, ma?" Yuta asked in a polite tone. "Bring it back to him tomorrow, okay?"

Y/n smiled at what he said. She really raised her son well. "Sure!"

It was night time. Yuta went back to sleep and Y/n was busy contemplating inside her room— walking back and forth; thinking about whether she should check his stuff or what.

It's not what others would think. It's just that it's been two months since they got together but Touya only says few things about himself. All she knew is that his parents are living overseas and he's left alone here. He has siblings who lived with their parents in abroad. Nothing more, nothing less.

Aside from that, it wouldn't hurt to peek just a little bit, right?

Y/n sighed as she finally came to a conclusion to check his wallet to see if there's something that would tell more about himself. It's not like she was nosy. She just wants to get to know him at a better level. He's quite of a silent and mysterious guy himself, which got the young lady curious about him.

Of course, there was nothing new; just few IDs, bunch of credit cards (which Y/n thought was odd because if he had this much money, why would he work in an old bar as a bartender), and a thin wad of cash. Nothing else— until something that was so unordinary in her eyes— fell.

Her eyes widened as she saw that memoribilia. No words could come out from her mouth. Her vision felt so dark; as if it was slowly fading; and her heart hurt so much. Only tears could come out from her eyes. No scream, no words, no phrases— simply, nothing.

"Y-you..." Her fists clenched tightly as her form started shaking— she didn't know what to feel. Is it anger, sadness, remorse— what should she feel first? She began to wail as she stared and touched at this object from the past. Whatever that happened was too painful for her to bear.

"You fooled me... Dabi."

That night, Touya was looking for his wallet. It was nowhere to be found; not even in his car. Maybe he left it at your place? Well, whatever the circumstances are, he was hoping that none of you would be able to find it. Maybe, he'd drive towards your place again and—

His thoughts were interrupted as his phone rang. The caller ID showed Y/n— and a selfie that she sent him as the profile picture. Immediately, he answered it.

"Hello, bab—"

"Don't you babe me. We have to talk." Y/n's voice sounded cold and harsh. She was angry... and he knew it. Touya knew that tone several years ago; and if he hears that, he knows that hell will break because of her wrath.

"What is it?"

"Stop acting dumb." Y/n scoffed.

"How the hell are you alive, Dabi?"

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a/n: i kinda did stop updating this but like bnha chapter 290 got me like 😭😭😭😭 dabi can i give u a hug plspslslslsl 😗😗

[the-currian]

10 and Hisoka? I hope u feel better :( Pls rmb to always take good care of ur body and stay hydrated no matter what's happening alright? ❤️

Hello, anon dear! I feel much better, thank you very much. :) Yep yep yep trying my best to stay hydrated and healthy! I had fun writing this one - Hisoka’s backstory leaves so much room for angst ahaha. Sooo spoiler alert for Act 2 onwards!

10. “Don’t come any closer to me.”

It happened all too suddenly for you to really process.

One minute, you were approaching Hisoka from behind in an attempt to surprise him, and the next you were slammed onto the floor, your boyfriend’s forearm digging into your windpipe. You desperately grasp at him while trying to get air into your lungs, but he keeps you pinned down with a monstrous strength.

Black spots start to cloud your vision, tears welling up in your eyes, when you hear someone shout your name. Hisoka is pried off of you, and you gasp once you’re free of his grasp, sputtering as you take in huge gulps of air.

Hisoka’s eyes widen as he takes in your state, and he goes slack with shock in Tasuku’s grasp.

“Th-thanks, Tasuku.” You manage to get out. After a few more shaky breaths, you turn your gaze over to Hisoka, who is visibly shaking in Tasuku’s grip. Your heart aches for him, and you reach out to reassure Hisoka – to give him some semblance of comfort from his obviously emotionally unstable state. This seems to wake him from his stupor, and he shakes himself free from Tasuku’s grasp, darting out of the room before either of you can stop him. Confused and hurt by Hisoka’s actions, you slump back down onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” Tasuku asks, holding out a hand to you. Numbly, you nod and allow him to pull you to your feet. “Just give him some time. Hisoka is a complicated person, I’m sure you know.”

And you decide to believe Tasuku – he is his troupe mate, after all. But when you go to visit the dorms the next day, you find out that Hisoka is nowhere to be found.

“He wasn’t even lured back into our room by my special marshmallow stash!” Homare laments.

The members of the company who were free searched for Hisoka the whole day but to no avail. You’re about to call it a day and head back home, when Chikage and Itaru arrive.

“Welcome home, you two.” Izumi greets the duo of businessmen as they deposit their shoes at the entrance.

“Yo.” Itaru says in greeting, then zooms off to his room, most likely to catch up on his games.

A bit more tactful than his junior colleague, Chikage takes the time to greet you properly. As he is about to wander off, a thought suddenly comes to you.

“Hey, Chikage?”

He turns around. “Yes?”

“Um…could I talk to you in private, please?”

He raises an eyebrow in suspicion but acquiesces. The two of you make your way to the courtyard and settle down. You glance around for any passersby, and satisfied upon finding none, you regard Chikage with a serious expression on your face.

“Hisoka is missing.”

“…I am aware.”

“And at this rate, I think that you’re the only one here who can find him.”

“What makes you say that?”

You explain to Chikage what happened yesterday. If something about Hisoka’s actions struck a chord within Chikage, he sure did a good job of hiding it.

Chikage stays silent, mulling over your words before he responds. “And what makes you think that I’m the only one who can find him?”

“I know about the past you and Hisoka share.” You sharply cut in, adopting a no-nonsense tone to make sure you get your point across.

Something changes in Chikage’s stance, an intimidating aura taking over him that suddenly makes you nervous. Determined to find Hisoka, you muster the willpower to match Chikage’s stare. Seconds pass with the two of you sizing each other up until Chikage suddenly sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Alright.”

He walks away without a word, but you decide to put your faith in him. You go to the living room where Izumi also anxiously waits for the safe return of her company members.

Hours later you awaken to the ringing of your phone.

‘Crap, I fell asleep.’ You think as you pick up the call.

“H-hello?” you say, stifling a yawn.

“I found him. He’s at the beach. Haven’t approached him yet; might scare him off. Get over here quick, I have no idea what he plans to do.” Chikage tells you before he abruptly hangs up.

You pout at your phone in annoyance at his cold attitude but get up and stretch, readying yourself to go see Hisoka. You inform Izumi about the situation and quickly make your way over to the beach. Sure enough, Hisoka is sitting there in the sand, waves lapping at his feet as he stares out to the horizon, a contemplative look on his face. Making sure to not creep up behind him this time, you call out to him before approaching. Immediately, Hisoka stiffens at the sound of your voice, body coiled as if ready to spring up and run away.

“Wait!”

His posture is still stiff but he makes no move to leave the vicinity as you walk up to him.

“Hisoka, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t come any closer to me.” He spits out, a hint of his self-loathing creeping into his voice.

You slow down your steps, but continue, undeterred. “Why are you running away from me?”

He turns away at your reproachful tone. “…I’m dangerous.” He murmurs, burying his head in his hands. “Don’t you realize what I did to you while I was on autopilot?! I can’t help my reactions sometimes. They’ve been ingrained in me due to my past.”

When you finally make your way over and sit down in front of him, you cautiously put your arms around his shoulders. He looks up at your touch and slowly reaches up to the bruises he left on your neck. His hand hovers over them as he hesitates, but you grab his hand and carefully bring it to your neck. Hisoka lets out a choked breath.

“…I’m sorry.”

You intertwine your fingers, letting him know that you’re still here. “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

At that, he all but slumps against you, letting his exhaustion take over him as his eyes flutter closed, finally at rest. “I… I don’t want to remember who I was.” He sleepily mumbles. “I just want to be the person that I am with the Mankai Company – the person that I am when I’m with you.”

You feel his tears soak your shirt, but you pull him in even closer.

[jjungkookislife]

Puppy love ║ kth ║ part six: I-I can explain

dog dad!Taehyung x dog groomer!yn

wc: 2k

warnings: cursing, fboy!kook, strained sibling relationship mentions, implications of aroused!kook

a/n: writing in between screenshots

Yoonji sighed, shaking her head as she closed her app.  She didn’t want to be too bummed out over a cute guy she didn’t know, but she wasn’t willing to put her heart on the line if it didn’t work out.  She’d rather feel this slight ache now than a major heartbreak later.  

You were bubbling with excitement as the minutes ticked by and you finished wiping the counter.  You’d be off the clock and able to see Yoonji, Jimin and Yoongi at Kim’s.  

“Finally!” You exclaim as you flip the sign on the front door from ‘Open’ to ‘Closed’.  You lock the door before stepping out of the building and straight to your car, hoping nobody stops you to ask for an appointment.  

The second you’re behind the wheel and adjusting your seatbelt, your phone goes off with messages.  You pause, taking your phone out of your bag to check it before you drive off.

You were apprehensive to meet more of Yoongi and Jimin’s friends, not knowing how their personality would mesh with yours.  If you had met them one at a time, like you had with Hoseok, it would be easier on you.  You felt overwhelmed but quickly remembered Yoonji would be there as well and she’d be meeting his friends for the first time. 

The Min twins hadn’t been this close until the past year.  They both had a hard time finding themselves, feeling like they were in each other’s shadow.  That all changed when Yoonji went to school in Busan.  There, nobody knew her as Yoongi’s twin but as just Yoonji.  She liked that, thrived in it and for the first time in her life, she felt like she could be herself and not her brother’s shadow.  

You admired her growth, glad that her self-discovery had made her more confident in herself, and yet she remained your best friend.  The twins were just now melding their friendship, wanting to get back that closeness that they had lost before.  It took effort on both their parts, but Yoonji meeting the rest of Yoongi and Jimin’s friends was a big deal.  The two often kept their worlds separate, but that couldn’t be helped when you were best friends with Yoonji and Jimin, thus bringing in Yoongi into the equation.  

You loved Yoongi though, how could you not?  He was sweet and gentle but wasn’t scared to be honest with you.  He was loyal, immensely talented, and cared about you deeply simply because you were a friend.  

You valued all of their friendships, and you wanted to be able to have fun tonight and put in your best effort in meeting his friends; no matter how nervous it made you.  You found peace knowing Yoongi wouldn’t keep bad company, and with that thought on your mind, you changed your outfit and waltzed out the door to meet your friends. 

Taehyung walked Tannie to the park, holding his leash as Tannie sniffed the surrounding ground.  

Tae wanted to meet up with his friends, but he was in one of those moods where he just wasn’t up to socializing.  He knew if he’d told his friends the truth, they’d understand, but he wasn’t one to make them worry.  Instead, he decided to clear his head by going on a walk with his dog at the park.  He figured the fresh air and Tannie’s excitement would be enough for him to relax and hopefully get out of this mood that weighed heavily on his heart. 

Yoonji was waiting for you outside the restaurant as you walked up. Her face lit up, and she wrapped her arms around you so tight you thought she’d squeeze you out of your dress. 

“I can’t breathe,” you manage to say as you try to hug her back while taking a breath when she eases up on her grip. 

“Sorry!” She’s quick to apologize.  “I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too!  I hope you weren’t out here too long.” You state, hoping you hadn’t inconvenienced her. 

“Just a minute or two.  Jimin and Yoongi went to greet their friend. Apparently it’s his place.  Or one of them, I should say.”  Yoonji informed you as the two of you walk into the crowded restaurant. 

“Oh? Wow!”  You take in the atmosphere as Yoonji leads you to the back of the restaurant where there’s a large table set up and Yoongi and Jimin wait for the both of you.  You sit beside Jimin, and beside you sits Yoonji, leaving the seat to her left empty.  

“You made it,” Jimin says as he hugs you, kissing your cheek. 

“We’re all back together again,” you grin as you feel slightly at ease to be surrounded by your friends. 

A few minutes after catching up briefly, there’s a loud group entering the restaurant.  It catches your attention and Yoonji’s head whips around to face her brother; a scowl on her face.  

“You didn���t tell me he was coming!”  She hisses at her brother, who shrugs. 

“I didn’t know til last minute.  Taehyung isn’t coming though,” Yoongi says as he grabs his drink and the group of men come closer.  

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he spots Yoonji, looking away, only to realize his friends have filled the remaining seats and the only spot empty is beside her.

Yoonji puts her hand on your thigh, silently asking you what to do.  She had filled you in on her last conversation with him just a few hours ago and you knew the last thing she wanted was to be in the same place as him, much less sitting beside him.  

“Hey guys!” Jimin chirps with a grin and a wave.  Everyone says hi before they’re all staring at you and Yoonji.  Jungkook stares at his lap, his cheeks pink.  

“This is my sister Yoonji and our friend Y/n.”

You wave.  

Namjoon smiles, “so you’re the girl Tae-“

Hoseok elbows him.

You raise your brow, confused.

“The girl he takes his dog too.” Namjoon finishes lamely.  

You nod, “he’s Tannie’s dad?”

“He’ll be bummed he didn’t come tonight,” Seokjin appears with a smile, extending his hand out for you and Yoonji to shake.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you and Yoonji.  We’ve heard so much about you two.”

“Wish we could say the same,” Yoonji states, glaring at her brother.  Yoongi sighs, “you’ll be fine.  Plus, you’ve got Y/n right there.”

“Y/n?” Jungkook speaks for the first time.  You nodded.  

Jungkook furrows his brows before looking at Hoseok, “isn’t that your girlfriend’s name too?”

Hoseok nods and Jungkook licks his lips, “weird.”

“Ignore him, he doesn’t get out much,” Namjoon says as he pats the seat beside him for Seokjin to sit down for a second.  

“That’s not what I heard,” Yoonji mumbles loud enough for you and Jungkook to hear.  Jungkook’s cheeks turn red along with his ears.  He coughs uncomfortably before he excuses himself. 

“Yoonji!” You hiss the moment he’s gone.  

“What? It’s true.”

You know you won’t get anywhere with her, so you turn to Jimin and talk to him instead.  You didn’t care for rude people, and if Yoonji was going to treat Jungkook like this all night; you wanted no part in it.  Yoonji knew that, so she too, excused herself.  

“I wish Tae had come,” Jimin sighs as you finished the last of your dessert.  

“I’d like to meet him properly sometime.  I like all your friends, even Jungkook that’s been hiding most of the night.”

Jimin chuckles, “he’s not a bad guy, honest.  He just likes to fuck, which isn’t a bad thing, but he’s got a reputation that makes him seem like a fuckboy.  He’s always up front about his intentions.  He never lies to any of his partners about what he wants.”

You nod in understanding.  Jimin plays with the straw in his glass, “however, I’m not messing with Yoonji and Jungkook.  If they like each other or they just want to fuck, they can figure it out on their own.  They’re both adults, and frankly, it’s none of my business where Jungkook puts his dick.”

“Better not be in Yoonji,” Yoongi huffs, but Jimin rolls his eyes and silences him with a kiss. 

“Let her do what she wants.  She knows what’s best for her.”

“I know,” Yoongi sighs dejectedly, curling into his boyfriend's side.  “I just worry about her…”

“She can handle her own.  Come on, let’s go see where she ran off too so we can get you home.”  Jimin helps Yoongi up and you rise from your seat to follow them. 

You linger at the front door, noting the sun is long gone and the darkness of the night has overwhelmed the sky.  You look down the street, giggling when you see a couple kissing quite passionately.  Hands moving up and down the woman’s body while her hands grip the collar of his button-down shirt.  The rest of his shirt is half pulled out of his tight jeans and when his hand comes up to cup her face, you see the tattoos on his hands.  

“Is that Yoonji and Jungkook?!” You gasp, attracting your friends’ attention, now joined by Hoseok and Namjoon.  

“Son of a bitch,” Namjoon huffs, placing a $20 bill in Hoseok’s open palm. 

“I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist her,” Hoseok grins as he pockets the money.  Yoongi shoves them both.  

“When did that happen?” Jimin asks, blinking and rubbing his eyes to make sure he’s seeing correctly.  “She hated him at dinner.”

“And now his tongue is down her throat,” Seokjin chuckles as he joins the group.  

“So who’s gonna go get her?” You ask as you say ‘not it’ right after.  

Unfortunately, Jimin loses and ends up walking toward them, looking over his shoulder every few steps to pout.  He taps Jungkook on the shoulder to get his attention, knowing Yoonji would bite his finger off.  

You can’t hear what he’s saying to them, but when he turns and points at the sizable group, you wave.  Yoonji crosses her arms, shaking her hair out of her face and straightening her outfit.  

She looks at Jungkook, biting her lip.  Jungkook swallows thickly, adjusting his shirt but not tucking it back into his pants.  Jimin shrugs, walking away from them before rejoining the group. 

“What happened?” Hoseok asks when Jimin doesn’t immediately spill. 

“Jungkook is gonna walk her home.  Come on, Min Twin,” Jimin grabs his boyfriend’s hand and leads him away.  You hesitate, taking your phone out to call Yoonji, who is still talking to Jungkook.  

She answers immediately, looking at you. 

“Are you sure you want him to walk you home? I can take you,” you state.  

“Uh… yeah.   It’s not too far from here.  Don’t worry, I’ll text you when I get there.”  Yoonji hangs up, and you receive a text from her with Jungkook’s phone number just in case. 

You nod, waving at the rest of the boys before you get into your car.  They wait for you to drive off before they go their separate ways.  

Taehyung lies on the couch when he gets home, and that’s where Jungkook finds him an hour later after leaving with Yoonji. 

“How was the park?” He asks tentatively. 

Taehyung shrugs, “fine.”

“You missed meeting Y/n.” 

“I’ve met Hoseok’s girlfriend ,” Taehyung answers as he calls for Tannie.  The pup comes running, jumping onto his chest. 

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “no.  Y/n, as in your dream girl Y/n.”

Taehyung’s eyes widen as he sits up with Tannie in his arms, “she was there?!  The love of my life was there?!”

Jungkook nods

“And YOU got to meet her before me?!”

Again, Jungkook nods. 

“That’s not fair!  I didn’t even get her name, and you got to spend time with her and get her name?”

“We told you to go with us,” Jungkook shrugs as he yawns.  Taehyung finally noticed his friend's disheveled appearance. 

“What happened to you?”

“I… met Yoonji.” Jungkook blushes as he unbuttons his shirt.  Pink marks litter his neck and chest. 

“Some meeting,” Tae whistles as Jungkook runs the nape of his neck. 

“Yeah… we’re going out tomorrow.  I’m excited,” Jungkook admits.  Taehyung is glad for his friend. He knew his interest in Yoonji was bigger than anyone else he had ever met, and after she had rejected him, he had been feeling down.  He hopes the date goes well, he likes seeing Jungkook happy.  

puppy love ║ kth

part six: I-I can explain

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[mywonuderful]

You Before Anything

Thank you for the 100 followers! It might not seem like a lot but for me, I cherish every single follower that I have so thank you so very much for staying with me! I’ll be sure to worker harder in the future to write more and better stories for you all 😊 for the time being, I got inspired by Wonwoo’s beauty in Fallin’ Flower so here’s my little present for you all. I hope everyone is staying safe and let’s stay strong together 🤗

Pairing: Wonwoo x Reader Genre: p u r e f l u f f Warning: None

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A few of your friends and Wonwoo’s group of friends decided to head out to the beach for a little getaway from finishing university. As excitement fills the van, you sat quietly beside Wonwoo, as you read your book with earphones plugged in, trying to distract yourself (and your heart) from the boy who you secretly have a crush on despite his icy cold personality and is short responses. Feeling his gaze on you, you slowly lifted your head, meeting his dark orbits.

“Is there something wrong?” you asked, pulling out one of the earbuds.

“No.” he mumbles and continues staring at the page you’re on. You found your eyes slowly tracing his facial features as they landed on his softy pump lips imagining how nice it’ll be to have them on top of yo-

“Are you reading Me Before You?” his eyes travels towards yours as your heart skipped a beat. You smiled and hummed a soft “Yes.” as you were about to put in the earbud you took out.

“It’s a good book.” He comments after a second as you stopped midway of putting in your earbud as this was a rare time Wonwoo spoke more than a sentence in a long time.

“I’ve heard. I finished watching the movie so I decided to read the book as well.” you closed the book, brushing you fingers across the cover

“It’s one of my favorites.” his really is playing with you heart today was what you thought to yourself as Wonwoo replied. He was always short and stern with his answers but today, it seems like you have a chance to hold a proper conversation with him. Though the conversation didn’t last long, it sure did make this day a lot more memorable.

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“We’re finally here! I don’t think my ass can get any flatter than this!” Hoshi hopped off the van as he massaged his backside from the long period of sitting.

“Shut up, Hoshi. All you did was ate and sleep. Maybe you should try driving.” Seungcheol started rubbing his eyes from the straining on driving. 

As everyone got off and unloaded their bags, you all headed over to the beach house. Dropping down all the bags on the main floor, everyone started walking around, overwhelmed about how nice and beautiful and view and place was. After settling which room belonged to who, everyone started changing into their swimming suits, preparing to head to the beach while the day was still bright and warm. You were more self-conscious about your body, not because of insecurity but because you weren’t used to showing this much skin. A few days ago, you and your girlfriends decided to go vacay shopping for the beach resort as they all splurged over gorgeous outfits while you were shocked. After your friends convinced you to try on multiple outfits and swimsuits, they finally forced you to buy the outfits. Thinking about how this could be your chance to get Wonwoo to notice you more, your thoughts of fear and embarrassment pushed it away as you stood in front of the mirror in your room, hugging your exposed skin.

“Y/N! We’re going to head out first alright? Don’t take too long!” Your friends’ voice echos as you pushed your ear against your door to hear them leave. After a moment of silence you decided to grab your bag and head out when the straps behind your neck on your top came undo. Your hands pushed up against your chest to keep to top up as you mentally scold your friends for making you buy such a scandalous swimwear. You tried countless times, tying a knot behind your neck when it comes every single time, making you sweat more and more with every try. Letting out a defeated sigh, you decided to head to the main area and call one of your friends. Carefully picking up your bag while holding onto to the top on your chest, you slowly opened the door to see if anyone remains in the house. Hearing silent, you walked over to the main area, putting down your bag as you texted your friend, asking her to come back to help. After a few minutes, you hear someone approaching from the other side of the hall

“Thank god you came, my top cam unloose and I can’t ti-” You let out a relieved sigh and turned around gripping the fabric when who you saw was not your friend. Instead, Wonwoo was walking when he looked up and saw your appearance, stopping his steps. He was wearing his swim trunks with a loose muscle tank that shows off his slender yet tone arms. His effortless look made your mouth water a bit before realizing that he locked eyes with you and what was going on. You both quickly turned around, flushed red faces as you tried to calm your speeding heart beat

“I-I’m s-sorry!” he stammered as your buried your face in one of your faces while still keeping the top up.

“I-I thought you were one of my friends.” you explained while feeling deep disappointment as this was the last way you wanted your crush to see you. Following a long period of awkward silence, Wonwoo cleared his throat as you slowly turned around, face still beat red as you face him who had the same color on his. He bites his lip while scratching the back of his neck, seeing his muscle slightly pop up as you found yourself swallowing hard at the sight.

“D-Do you n-need help?” he stuttered as you looked at him with a shocked expression.

“I-I mean, I saw you struggling and all so I tho-”

“If it isn’t too much.” you bravely cut off his babbling as his eye’s widen from your response. You turned around, back facing him as you heard him stepping closer as your heart rate drastically started increase with his every step. You felt his chest brushed against yours as his fingers touched yours to get the string. You felt his breath on your neck as he leaned down to tie the to strands together while his fingers would slightly brush against the skin on your skin. Shutting your eyes tightly, you tried to stop your heart from jumping out of your chest. 

“It’s done.” he lowly whispers as goosebumps started forming on your skin. Turning around, you thank him and apologized for the inconvenience.

“It’s nothing. Plus, it looks really beautiful on you.” He mutters the last part as you froze and blinked a couple of times, trying to register if what you heard was true when Wonwoo lets out a soft chuckle.

“Let’s get going, everyone is waiting.” he smiles as he bends down to pick up his bag along with yours as you stood there dumbfounded.

“You coming?” He looked over his shoulder as you quickly shook your head, telling yourself that you misheard it as you jogged up to Wonwoo and walked towards the beach.

“There you guys are! We were wondering what took you both so long.” One of your friends smirked and teased as everyone else joined, making you and Wonwoo glance at each other before turning away into a blushing mess. Jeonghan whipped up a volleyball and suggested that they play volleyball since there was more than enough people. Splitting the team in half, you found yourself playing against Wonwoo but that didn’t hold anything back since you were confident in the sport.

“Great exchange” Seungkwan complimented to you as you pumped the ball towards his direction where he then spiked it down, getting another point for your team. 

Your teamed hurdled in for a quick high-five before going back to their positions. You were in the back of the court, with your knees slightly bent waiting for the other team to serve when you heard a small group of males chatting as they approached. Turning your attention back to the game, Wonwoo was staring at the group of males while Minghao yelled at him to hurry up. Wonwoo focuses back to the court when he eyes quickly met yours before switching into a serious expression. Serving the ball, it traveled quickly over the net towards the middle when none of your teammates moved. You threw yourself towards the ball as you pumped it up, landing on the sand on your stomach as you watched the ball hit the tip of the net on your side As the opposing team starts to cheer, the ball hovers over the net landing on the over side when Jun tried to save it but misses. 

Your team screams out of joy as you got back up, smiling as you brushed the sand off when you saw the group of males checking you got. Shrugging if off, you transition your spot as the middle hitter as the tie breaker point when you caught Wonwoo staring at the group of males who were whispering at each other while glancing at you. Your friend served for your team as the intense game started as the ball flew from team to team for what seemed to be forever when Wonwoo spiked it down but Jeonghan was able to save it as he passed it Seungkwan who he then set you up for the perfect spiking opportunity as you leaped up and spiked it down with all your might as he swiftly landed in the middle of the other team, as the last point goes to your team. Everyone started cheering for you as you laughed breathlessly. Walking back to the spot where everyone left their belongings to get your phone, you were about to join your friends in the water when the group of males who were checking you got earlier came up to you.

“Hey there.” one of them said as you looked around to make you they were looking at you.

“You looked pretty hot playing volleyball back there” another said, dangerously approaching closer as you backed up.

“Thanks.” You smiled kindly trying to hide your uncomfortable feeling.

“How about you ditch your friends over there and come hang out with us instead? We’ll promise to make it memorable for you.” he smirked as you glanced to the ocean to see everyone playing in the water.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m afraid I’ll have to turn it down.” You apologized and turned to walk towards your friends when he grabs your wrist, making you turning to face him, giving him a disgusted look.

“What’s the matter? None if your friends will even notice.” he starts tugging your wrist as you pull away as the other males started laughing teasingly. Suddenly a huge gust of wind blows when you feel the knot from your top coming untie once again as you tightly shut your eyes and hold a hand to your chest.

“You guys are disturbing my healing time. And can’t you tell she’s uncomfortable and terrified?” A low voice appears behind you when you felt something warm wrapped around you. Looking down there was a towel wrapped around you along with a pair of strong arms. Slowly lifting your head up, you see Wonwoo glaring that the group with his icy eyes that even sends you chills.

“What are you? Her boyfriend?” the stranger tried tugging your wrist again but you don’t budge under Wonwoo’s firm secure grip.

“She’s important to me and that’s all it matters.” He firmly placed a hand over the guy and ripped his hand on your wrist as the guys surrender and back up before muttering insults and walking away. You knees go weak from all that has happened today as you fell onto the sand, shocking Wonwoo.

“Y/N! Are you okay?!” He asked loudly, voice filled with concern.

“Just a little tired.” you look up to him and gave him a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. You looked down at his arms and towel which was still around you. “How’d you know?” you asked, as he looked down and immediately realized as he cheeks started tinting. He doesn’t answer and quietly starts helping you tie the knot as you let him while a smile forms on your face. 

Everyone started coming back from the water, questioning about what happened earlier when they saw the scene of you and Wonwoo without the group of males. Heading back to the beach house, stomach growling were heard as a signal that dinner should be served soon. Even though dinner was a little earlier than expected, it was the perfect time because the sun started to set and you’ve always wanted to take a stroll while admiring the view. As everyone was in the living laughing about jokes and chit chatting among themselves, you stepped away from them, heading towards the door when someone follows behind.

“Where are you going?” Wonwoo asks as you place on your sandals.

“Out for a walk. The view is nice.” You stood up.

“Is it alright…. If I join?” You were about to walk out when Wonwoo quietly asks. You turned around to face him before giving a nod with a soft smile as he wore his shoes. The two of you walked quietly beside each along the shoreline with your scandals in one hand as your watched the beautiful sunset as the clouds displayed the colors of blue, red, orange and yellow. The silence between the two of you felt somewhat cozy and snug as you would give each other glances time to time.

“Oh right, thanks for saving me back there.” You stopped and turned to face him as he shock his head.

“It’s nothing. I so happened to there at the right time and place.” He looked away, brushing the back of hair as you let out a soft smile. “They were checking you out for a long time.” he added on afterwards as your smile slowly turned into a confused expression.

“You saw?” curiosity filled your voice

“I mean you were staring at them too.” he mumbles as you let out a soft chuckle.

“Was I? I didn’t even notice it was them until they came up to me.” You tapped the tip of your chin, trying to recall what happened

“Sure. I practically saw your heart eyes when you were looking at one of them. You were even smiling so happily at them. Maybe it’ was better for you to follow them.” his tone had a hint of jealous towards it but you couldn’t tell for sure as you tried scanning his expression when the sunglasses on top of his head fall down in front of you from the evening breeze. He bent down to pick it up as you took in a deep breathe.

Say it now, or you’ll regret it later.

“You make me happy, even when you’re awful. I would rather be with you, even the icy and cold personality of yours, than anyone else in the world.” the confession finally escaped your lips as you saw Wonwoo bent down in front of you, frozen as you mentally prepared to get turned down. You closed your eyes as a chance for him to walk away or something.

“I never felt as intensely content in the world, towards another human, as I am, in this moment.” Wonwoo softly spoke as your eyes flutter open to see Wonwoo looking up at you with endearing eyes and a tender smile that made your heat skip a beat as you covered your mouth from your happiness. Though it wasn’t the usual ‘I like you’ confessions, you realized that this was what made you and him special. He stood back up, placing the glasses back on his head before stepping closer to you. His hands holds on to yours as he brings it away from you face as you looked down from embarrassment. One of his intertwines with yours as another delicately reaches for the side of your chin, lifting it up ever so slightly slowly leaning in as his lips were inches away from yours.

“I don’t know if you’ve realized,” he whispers before closing the gap between the two of you as your lips finally touched his soft, pumped lips. Your lips molded around his perfectly like a puzzle piece as you placed your hands on his chest while his hand grips your waist, pulling your body closer with that’s even possible while still holding your face with the other. He slowly broke the kiss as your saw a small blush across his cheeks. “but to me, it’s you before anything.” he smiled as your wrapped you arms around his neck and his around your waist as you pulled him into another kiss, smiling into it as everyone back in the beach house cheered and had their cameras out capturing pictures of this beautiful moment and view.

[harveywritings92]

Someone flirts/asks them out in front of you!: Ezio,Jacob,Arno.

Ezio (Modern AU):

The school had hired a new secretary, [S/n] she was cute, tall, redhead,... And thirsty as hell for Ezio and she wasn't subtle about it! Students and staff alike would noticed and watch her flirt with every chance she got. Example: unbuttoning her blouse to flash her bra, 'accidentally' dropping something and bending down to pick it up, while giving her ass a little wiggle and would peek over her shoulder to see Ezio was watching?

He wasn't he was busy checking over his lesson plan, When that didn't work, she boldly pressed her tits as against his back as she wrapped her arms around his bicep, only for the Italian man to tense up and pull out of her hold, she pouted as he told her the 'no touching during school hours' rule and would like to keep his job thank-you.

Now you think the kids or the staff would step in and tell S/n that Mr. Auditore was spoken for, But she was a grade 'A' B*tch to people when he wasn't around. putting people down, talking about them behind their backs and straight up bullying the kids.

Then S/n saw Ezio leaving for the day, Now was her chance! she ran over to him about to call out, only to back-peddle and sneer in disdain when she saw Y/n with him...

why would someone like Ezio talk to some mouse like Y/n? She decided not to dwell on it, Y/n was plain and S/n was beautiful as if he'll refuse her! she thought smugly.

"Ezio!~, So this is where you've been hiding.~"

"Hello, S/n what I can do for you." 

"Oh, what can't you do for me?~" She purred caressing his arm, Ezio looks every uncomfortable, but S/n hadn't noticed as she bit her lip, picturing just what he'd be like in bed. "Maybe you can show me, after dinner perhaps?" She purred eyeing him hungrily.

"Sorry, but he has plans tonight." Y/n's voice cut in sternly S/n pulled away the Italian and glaring daggers at the y/ht woman. "Oh, really and just how do you know that?" the redhead hissed venomously.

"Cuz I'm the one who made them." Y/n barked back with equal animosity, S/n snorted and looked at some spectators like 'do you believe this crap?'  And was going to voice that thought! until one of the girl's shouted "You tell her Mrs. Auditore! Fight for yo man!" that's when S/n pulled her head out of her ass long enough noticed the wedding ring on Ezio's raised his hand as he waved the kids off.

"No,no there will be no fighting! Go home." he ordered the students to go home the kids murmured disappointed that there wasn't going to be a cat-fight as Ezio turned to the bemused secretary. "And you, se non vuoi fotterti così tanto, fottiti, cagna!" he huffed annoyed as the redhead raised a drawn on brow obviously not understanding.

"He said if you wan't to f*ck something so badly, Just f*ck yourself bitch!" Y/n translated and high-fives her husband, S/n gawked at the couple in disbelief as they got into their car and drove off, before letting out this pterodactyl like screech. She quit the next day.  

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Jacob [modern au] (Jacob runs a gym called Rooks: Fitness and self-defense.):

"She's not here for just fitness training you know.." Evie said to her sister-in law while they observed the new gym members from the front desk. "Who's not just here for the fitness?" Y/n asked cocking a brow curiously, and briefly wondering if someone signed for the defense package and she'd mislabeled them! Her husband had her on desk duty now that she was in her second trimester for their second child, (your son was at school.)

"that brunette girl in purple, apparently she's just smitten with that thick headed oaf of ours." She explained to the y/hc woman hummed not even surprised, this wouldn't be the first time a woman or man joined the gym with the intention of bedding Jacob, they of course they usually backed off once they figured out he was married and wasn't budging from Y/n. 

Well, except for that one man who stalked them and desperately tried to coax the couple into having a threesome with him, He was like 50, smelled like sardines and looked like a gargoyle! He threw a big toddler level tantrum; stomping his feet, screaming and name calling, when they told him that he had to leave, he threw a metal sports bottle at Y/n which broke her nose! Needless to say that guy left the gym in an ambulance with three cracked ribs, two black eyes a broken jaw.

Y/n was brought out of her thoughts by a beeping she looked down at the monitor call from training room 4. "Excuse me Evie, Jacob asking for water." She said pulling a water bottle out of the fridge, and heading to the room. When she got there Y/n could hear [purple girl/PG] talking with Jacob they were using the weights if hearing correctly, and the brunette made no effort trying to hide she was flirting with the British man hard.

Every time she tried steer him to details about himself or asked for his number he'd say. "You've got enough details, You've already got the gym number." Basically shooting her down everytime, but she wasn't taking the hint. 

Y/n knocked and walked in Jacob's eyes lit up the second he saw her. "Hey there darlin.~" Jacob purred in an instant Y/n watched P/G's face sour as her husband pulled away from the weight machine turning his attention on her. "Hi Jacob." the y/ht woman smiled shyly as her husband moved closer to her. 

His body was radiating heat like furnace a welcoming feeling to the pregnant woman; the AC upfront was on full blast so Y/n was freezing her arse off! It took everything she had not to hug and leech off of Jacob who was pretty much oblivious to P/G getting irate as he playfully chatted with his wife. "How goes manning the front?" he mused and before Y/n could even answer.

"Why are you even talking to that cow Jacob, her hair so obviously fake!" P/g's voice rudely cut in jealousy evident in her tone. After a few seconds of silence, Jacob scrutinized the brunette who was giving his wife a nasty look. "Really now? It certainly didn't look fake last night or when she gave birth to my son." he quipped it took a split-second for the brunette to register what the British man had said, her face turned maroon before grabbing her things and leaving in a huff.

The couple watched her leave not even fazed.

"That was what, the third one this month?" Jacob asked pulling Y/n close to him noticing she was shivering, the y/nat woman paused thinking it over. "hmm, The Fifth. four was that blond dude who asked me who the daddy was?" the hazel eyed hummed remembering now, whilst gently rubbing her belly. "one and two just gave up and started dating each other..."she trailed off trying to recall the third person. 

"and number three didn't even make through the front door, she walked in saw us kissing did a U-turn and left." she felt Jacob chuckle against her back they walked back to the front desk, Where Evie was sitting she said P/G cancelled her membership before leaving and was absolutely livid. Her brother and SIL just shrugged "Hey she was the one wouldn't take the hint." Jacob said his sister just rolled her eyes and the three went back to work.

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Arno Dorian : [Takes place before they had a kid.]

Y/n was getting sick her throat was sore meaning she was unable to sing for a while, so Arno had to hire a temporary stand in for his wife. {Temp's name: T/n] she was spoiled, had raven hair, was pretty and had blue eyes... And oh, boy did did the others see the dollar signs in the young lady's eyes the second she stepped foot in the cafe and noticed Arno, it was obvious she took this job because she saw Arno was young, attractive and had money. All the attributes a gold-digger looks for in a man. 

But what the ravenette didn't know was that Arno was already spoken for, His and Y/n's marriage wasn't exactly common knowledge only a few selection of friends knew including his employees. But none of them had bothered telling [T/n] assuming Arno already told her of his marital status and the french man assumed they told her.

Needless to say T/n laid the flirting and attention seeking on thick, she would always act super sweet and flirty when Arno was around, tried to drag his attention away from the other female staff and customers, The blue eyed vixen tried to convince the brown haired man to take special practice sessions with her too help her improve her melody. Unfortunately for her Arno too busy with his other job and he also knew little to nothing about singing, according to those around him. ""Monsieur Dorian you are man of many talents... But singing is not one of them."" She didn't let that deter her as far as T/n was concern, she and Arno were already together he just didn't know it yet.

[Unbeknownst to Arno, Y/n would secretly leaving their room while he was busy or out doing assassin contracts, She wanted to see how things were going with T/n and if any of her fans was giving the younger girl trouble, what she saw was the opposite, It became quite clear what the ravenette was a spoiled brat whose never been told "no" before, nor had she ever lifted a finger to help around the cafe. and to make matters worse it was quite clear T/n was fishing for a husband and it was obvious she had her eyes set on Arno, luckily he was too worried over Y/n's health and his other work to care.]

Arno was gone for a few days and T/n decided to boss everyone around make them redecorate and cook for her and her friends, of course no one did anything she told them to do! It was like they didn't realize who she was? She was to be Mrs. Dorian one day, and and they best remember that! she snarked at one of the cooks who looked at her like she'd grown three heads. 

"Oh Little girl, You are many things. But Madame Dorian you are not." the old man barked before pointing behind her "that's Madame Dorian." he stated T/n nose scrunched up as she whirled around to see a sickly looking Y/nat woman coming down the stairs she Y/ht &Y/wt and had Y/hl/hc hair and wary Y/ec, T/n was confused qui était cette garce? and why was she coming from Her Arno's apartment?!

The ravenette made her way over to this, this...Harlot! with the intention of throwing her out and giving her piece of her mind! How dare she sneak into her cafe! when Arno's voice cut in.

"Y/n! what are you doing out of bed?" the french man said fretfully rushing over to the y/ht woman who was looking around confused. "I heard yelling, and someone calling me so I came to see..." She said as Arno checked her temperature and sighed before noticing T/n staring at them gobsmacked.

The brown haired man frowned. "T/n? go back upfront you're not allowed back here." he informed as the confused ravenette snapped out of her stupor and pointed an accusatory finger at Y/n "You let that in!!" She shrieked as Arno pushed the Y/hc behind him. " Her name is Y/n, She's my wife and can go where she pleases..." he hissed venomously the young woman jaw tightened. "What do you mean she's your wife?!?!" T/n was frothing at the mouth declaring Arno was hers.

"Mine,Mine Mine!!!" she whined throwing a tantrum and like a child denied a new toy, next thing they knew *Slap* T/n stopped screaming and now held onto her now sore cheek as a stony faced Y/n stood before her. "Stop acting like a brat! You're an adult for Christ's sake!" The y/nat woman said sternly as the ravenette gawked at her before glancing at Arno who had the same cold look as his wife.

"Don't look at him, he's not going to help you!"

"*starts crying crocodile tears*"

"Crying won't help either!" Y/n crossed her arms as the ravenette realized no one was falling for her tricks as the y/ht woman kept her gaze on her. "Now you going swallow what little dignity you have left, and your going tell friends to pay for their meals and to leave," T/n opened her mouth to protest but Y/n cut her off. 

"Than you're going apologize to the staff."

"I don't have to take this! you can't boss me!"

T/n snapped Y/n turned to Arno with a cock brow he shrugged. "You're fired." he said nonchalantly as the ravenette gaped at Arno like a fish, before realizing he wasn't joking! the blue eyed girl turned a nice shade of purple and stomped out of the kitchen screeching at her friends that they were leaving! 

Her friends who hadn't finished their food looked at her confused before Arno snapped they weren't going anywhere until they paid, Which one of them said something about T/n being engaged to the owner and he was paying for it. "Funny because I don't remember making such a deal, nor do I remember proposing..." He sneered at the audacity this woman.

They all paled and stammered about leaving their coin-purses at home before looking at annoyed T/n the ravenette blanched realizing she didn't have the money to pay for all of it she spent it all, the situation was eventually settled as Y/n sent one of their wait staff to go fetch T/n's father who was livid and embarrassed by his daughter's behavior and basically lat her have it it was the last straw! 

She's was going to her aunt's farm to learn an honest days work and some discipline! as T/n kept her head down as he drag her out of the cafe. Causing Arno and Y/n to burst out laughing a few minutes later in disbelief that this seriously happened.  

"Oh by the way I'm pregnant." Y/n chirped before disappearing up the stairs Arno who was still laughing at the whole situation didn't even register what his wife had just told. "Your pregnant!" He chortled then slowly his laughter died down and his expression changed to bemusement then shock. "Your preg..pr.Pregnant?!" He stammered got up from his chair nearly tripping on his feet as he ran up the stairs calling her name. 

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Translation :  qui était cette garce? = Who is this bitch?

[clairenvk]

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1.4k words. 1 chapter.

✨ 💜 Richie Tozier: Come Out and Play - piginawig

Richie Tozier: Come Out & Play, a new Netflix special! Comedian Richie Tozier is back after a very public mental breakdown. And he's ready to (over)share.

5.7k words. 1 chapter.

Note - My personal favorite version of this trope.

😎 Richie Tozier, an Apple Music Listener - plinys

Apple Music ✓ @AppleMusic Thanks for the support @trashmouth! We love to see loyal #AppleMusic fans! Apple Music ✓ @AppleMusic Also, in unrelated news, the #AppleMusic recommended song of the day is “thank u, next” by Ariana Grande.

1.2k words. 1 chapter.

Note - Post Chapter 2. I’m a sucker for fics involving social media. Also, this is funny and lighthearted and i love it.

😎 Retweet. - plinys

richie tozier ✓ @trashmouth what did i miss lol

3k words. 1 chapter.

Note - Post Chapter 2. 

😎 💜 ⚔️ Let’s Hear It For The Boy - sloppybitch

Eddie’s just trying to see if he’s not alone when he downloads Grindr on his phone. It’s by pure, terrifying coincidence that one of the first messages he receives on there is from none other than Richie freaking Tozier. Long story short: trashmouth;) (11:03PM): oh me, oh my. fancy seeing u here Eddie (11:33PM): holy FUCKING SHIT.

9.8k words. 1 chapter.

Note - Part 1 of an ongoing series.

😎 💜 ⚔️ Let’s Give The Boy a Hand - sloppybitch

After finding each other on Grindr and sharing a couple of saucy texts and a phone call that would make a nun faint, Richie and Eddie find each other in the clubhouse, and they... talk. Sure, they talk. Let’s call it talking. Beverly, meanwhile, discovers that none of the Losers have ever gotten drunk, and what’s being a teenager without breaking a few drinking laws? Ben has a free house, and Eddie has never been more afraid of a game of Truth or Dare in his entire fucking life.

24k words. 1 chapter.

Note - Part 2 of the series the previous fic is part of.

✨ 💜 Five Times The Losers Gave Richie Permission - toomuchrootbeer

The Losers keep trying to tell Richie something, but he's never been great at taking a hint. 

10.7k words. 1 chapter.

Note - anything that has all of the losers really present in their fics is the loml. some mentions of period typical racism and homophobia but no slurs, mainly mentioned for context of the time.

✨ 💜 Husband and Husband - thatsuperawkwardgirl

Richie gets the idea at the end of kindergarten, when the teacher has everyone do projects on their families. The class talks about how some families have moms and dads who are married, and some don’t. Richie being…well, Richie, he goes straight home and asks his parents why they got married if they didn’t have to. Richie learns about marriage and love, and comes up with an excellent plan.

7.8k words. 1 chapter.

Note - the sweetest, most adorable fic ever. couldn’t stop smiling. Part 1 of an ongoing series.

💜 A Good Husband - thatsuperawkwardgirl

Eddie sits in a chair in front of the principal’s desk, bouncing his leg anxiously--a habit he picked up from Richie, that annoying little twerp. Mrs. Smith is calling his mother for the third time in the last hour, and Eddie knows she won’t be picking up; Wednesday mornings are when she runs her errands and doesn’t return until late afternoon. This is the perfect time to get suspended, Eddie really has to pat himself on the back for that one. Eddie gets in trouble at school for fighting, and Maggie Tozier comes to pick him up.

2.5k words. 1 chapter.

Note - Part 2 of Married Life, the same series the previous fic is a part of. Truly so ridiculously cute it makes me want to scream.

😎 💜 light as a feather (got you and i together) - anniebibananie

RICHIE: why the fuck does eddie look so cute today RICHIE: his sweater sleeves keep falling down over his palms, like how could I see that and not think “I know exactly how to keep those sleeves up, just hold my hand” BEN: richie this is so sweet! BEN: but I feel like you didn’t mean to send this to me? RICHIE: This message will self-destruct in five seconds. [or Richie accidentally texts Ben about his feelings for Eddie and everyone gets involved]

1.6k words. 1 chapter.

Note - could not stop smiling the whole way through.

✨💜 the years go by like days - georgiestauffenberg

It’s Eddie he wants to get a hold of, though, and he does, tucking him under his arm, and ruffling his hair, making him laugh. He’s startled when Eddie looks at him with such happy, shining eyes. And, for a split-second, he’s tempted to kiss him right then, right there in front of everyone. He wants to. Badly. He doesn’t. He leans in, instead, and he smacks a loud, wet kiss to Eddie’s cheek, punctuating it with a “mwah!” He does it again and again. “I’m so proud of my little Eds Spagheds!” “Get off me!” Eddie says, laughing and shoving him away, swatting at his hands. AU. in the 27 years in-between, Richie and Eddie forget a lot, but they don't forget each other.

121.9k words. 4 chapters.

Note - make sure you have the time before starting this because i couldn’t stop once i started. god. really good.

💕 come on, come on - Chokingonholywater

“Yo, Eddie, play some music, will ya?” When Richie asks Eddie to put on some music in the car that day after school, Eddie doesn't think anything of it. It's a familiar request; he knows the passcode to Richie's phone, knows where Spotify is, knows what Richie likes to listen to while he drives. But what Eddie doesn't know is why, exactly, there's suddenly a playlist his name on it - literally.

8.6k words. 1 chapter.

Note - They’re in Love. and they have a playlist to prove it.

💕 sleepover - sleqnir

“You jealous?” Richie tilts his head. “Jennifer is kinda hot.” He’s referring to Ben’s girlfriend. Eddie’s face falls. “Oh. Um… no. I’m happy for him. I just…” “Want it too?” Richie’s jaw clenches. His chest aches in a way all too familiar. “A girlfriend? For yourself?” Eddie’s looking at him nervously. “I want… a relationship. I guess.” Richie looks back up at the ceiling, giving another millionth sigh. “Yeah, well… don’t sweat it so much. You’re not the only one.”“You want a girlfriend?” “I want a... relationship.” He mimics Eddie’s words.

2.5k words. 1 chapter.

🌹 ⚔️ the anatomy of a joke - crescenteluce

He trails off and Bev raises an eyebrow. ‘So, you being in bed together fits in there how exactly?’ ‘No, Jesus, Bev.’ Eddie says and Richie, horrifyingly, feels his cheeks heat under Bev’s suspicious look. Something needs to be done, so he plucks Eddie’s phone from his hands. ‘I am appalled by your implications, Beverly.’ He says sternly, trying to ignore the blood still not quite done rushing to his face. ‘I would have you know that I’d never defile Eddie like that, the poor man’s 40 year old and still a virgin and if I’d have the honor of-’ He’s cut off by Eddie trying to wrestle the phone away from him as Bev cackles delightedly.

11.7k words. 1 chapter.

💜 say what you mean (out loud) - Redburn

Richie can’t help it when something heavy refuses to leave his stomach, something relentless and daunting. He looks at Eddie and can’t help but want, can’t help but need, watching this boy watch the stars and thinking he would be happy to spend the rest of his life just like this, right here standing next to him. Or, Richie realizes he likes Eddie and promptly goes through the five stages of grief. 

7.4k words. 1 chapter.

Note - Good ol’ fluff with slight internalized homophobia and a whole lot of yearning.

💜 across the gap - sondersoflight

“You fucking stupid asshole,” Eddie says but he is smiling when he leans forward, grabbing Richie by the lapels of the ridiculous bright yellow shirt with dancing avocados he is wearing. “I’m the fucking love of your life.” 

6.4k words. 1 chapter.

💕 💜 Five Times Richie Kisses Eddie and One Time He Doesn’t Have To - multifandomtakeover

Eddie Kaspbrak is a little inexperienced in the kissing department and Richie Tozier is more than willing to help him out. 

5.7k words. 1 chapter.

✨ 🌹 💕 ⚠️ No Saints, No Sinners, No Devil As Well - saooharine

Andy Muschietti looked at Eddie Kaspbrak so now I feel obligated to repair the damage and make it gayer.

Following Richie from the sewer showdown and to the hospital with Eddie and the Losers Club by his side.

6.2k words. 1 chapter.

⚔️ In This Cold Heart - pineapplecrushface

The future Richie sees while he's caught in the deadlights gives him a chance to save Eddie. In the year afterward, they both try to follow Stan's advice. 

16.9k words. 1 chapter.

💕 💜 ⚠️ 🌹 Wouldn’t it be nice? - podcastalien

Richie wonders what exactly is supposed to be so great about being a kid as he tries to carve initials into the kissing bridge. 

2.5k words. 1 chapter.

⚔️ Men of Fall - kaboomslang

Do you remember? He watches his own hand slide closer along the armrest. Do memories transfer by touch, in this fucked up magic town? Remember, Richie, please, and tell me I wasn’t imagining things. 

7k words. 1 chapter.

💜 Any Man’s Game - tossertozier

It's two months before graduation, and Richie and Eddie can turn virtually anything into a competition. Even kissing.

10.5k words. 3 chapters.

💜 ⚠️ ⚔️ This safe place - tinyarmedtrex

Eddie asks Richie to pretend to be his boyfriend at his family reunion. What’s the worst that can happen? 

31k words. 14 chapters.

⚠️ ⚔️ Stay for the Storm - inoubliable

Richie and Eddie had become friends almost on sight. Since they met, most of Eddie's time in Los Angeles has involved Richie in some way. It's a little different, now that they're both famous. It's a little different, now that they're sleeping together. Well, to be fair, they've been sleeping together for a long time, but. No one knows, not even their friends. Eddie has been very careful about that. It's just not the sort of publicity he needs. So when Beverly calls him that sunny Thursday morning, the last thing he expects her to say is, "You're fucking Richie?"

20.8k words. 1 chapter.

💜 and this is who we are - sunsetozier

He realizes, suddenly, that being in a position like this meant nothing to him two weeks ago. At the time, it was completely normal, holding no real meaning other than comfort and tradition – after all, him and Eddie have been disgustingly cuddly with one another since they were kids, even though they’d usually bicker while holding each other close, much to the annoyance (and entertainment) of their friends. Now, however, Richie can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest, an undeniable thundering that echoes loudly in his ears. He can picture his younger self, as much of an oblivious idiot as he may have been, soaking in the warmth and the affection of Eddie’s touch when they hugged, shoved, or even just nudged one another. It’s funny, really, how much changes once you’re aware of how you feel. [In which Eddie and Beverly lie to their friends for five years before finally coming out, much to the surprise of one supposedly straight Richie Tozier.]

40.7k words. 8 chapters.

💜 hawaii hottie - sunsetozier

Letting his eyes flutter shut in order to avoid everyone’s gazes, Richie meekly explains, “I got another letter from Eds, okay? And I know he’s on vacation, doing all these cool things, and I know Hawaii is, like, super sunny and everything, but- guys. Guys.” He stops, unable to force out the words he wants to. From somewhere off to his left, he hears Bill say, “Spit it out, man. What’s the big deal?”“ There was a polaroid in this letter,” Richie tells them. He would be embarrassed, but by this point they all know how smitten he is, so there’s no reason to be bashful as he practically whines out, “And he’s getting hotter.” [In which Eddie goes on vacation and Richie can't deal with it.]

4.6k words. 1 chapter.

💜 He Came In Through the Window - mischiefmanager

"It’s finally happened. I cannot fit through this goddamn window. I’m out of ideas." or Eddie enlists the help of two other Losers to help fix his bedroom window, and finally spills the beans about what's going on between him and Richie.

11.3k words. 1 chapter

💜 Home - mischiefmanager

“Tooooozier-Kaspbrak residence,” Richie says cheerfully, holding the phone up to his ear. “May I ask who—oh hello, Mrs. K! How the fuck are you?” Richie and Eddie living together in LA, being in love and dealing with Mrs. K long-distance.

6.9k words. 1 chapter.

✨ ⚠️ hit me baby one more time - theappleppielifestyle

Richie reaches up a shaking hand and puts it on Eddie’s stomach. “Uhhh,” Eddie says. “Is this a bit? Is this a really inopportune bit? ‘Cause I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Richie, but this is kind of an important moment-” “What the fuck,” Richie says, not for the first or last time, and lurches forwards to hug him. (Or, Richie gets stuck in a time loop.)

11.1k words. 1 chapter.

💕 are we living for the feeling? - michelllejones

“You’re such an idiot,” Eddie tells Richie with a frown. He snorts at that. “Says you. Your knees are all bloody. You fall off your bike or something?” He asks, and for a split second Eddie thinks he can hear genuine concern in his voice. He’s probably just imagining it, though, since Richie’s only ever concerned about two things: his dick, and the size of it.“ So what if I did?” Eddie bites back, feeling almost defensive. Richie should be the last person teasing him about falling off of a bike. Especially since Eddie watched him trip over his own foot less than a week ago! or, Eddie takes a tumble and goes to Richie for help.

4.5k words. 1 chapter.

💕 what would they say? - michelllejones

And despite telling Eddie he would, he doesn’t go home—at least not at first. He isn't sure what wills him to do it, but his bike takes him in the other direction, past the Barrens and to the street, right to the Kissing Bridge in all its vandalized glory. Slurs and poorly carved hearts and names he doesn’t recognize stare back at him as he digs into his jeans and pulls out his dad’s old pocketknife.

4.1k words. 1 chapter.

💕 back in the summer - michelllejones

“What?” Eddie snaps, feels immediately defensive. “Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?” Self consciously, he buries his nose into his comic book. Glares at Richie over the brim, frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He waits for Richie to take the bait, provide some half clever quip that will catapult them into some sort of argument, as is customary. But the taunt never comes. Instead, he reaches forward—with a look in his eyes that if Eddie didn’t know any better would let himself think is almost fond—takes a curl in between gentle fingers and says, “your hair’s longer,” in a tone so tender it is almost unrecognizable.

1.6k words. 1 chapter.

💕 ⚠️ savage - inoubliable

Eddie Kaspbrak is twelve years old. He's kissed for the first time. And then kissed again. -- "You're bisexual." Eddie has never said the word out loud before, and it feels a little taboo, but it also feels like a weight off his chest. "You like boys and girls. It isn't weird, and it isn't gross, and you aren't selfish because of it. You aren't dirty or disgusting. You're Richie Tozier, and you're my best friend. I'm Eddie Kaspbrak, and I'm an idiot. I get it."

3.7k words. 1 chapter

💕 💜 Morphine - inoubliable

Eddie Kaspbrak is fourteen years old. He's a lot more honest with himself when he's drugged. -- They all crowd around Eddie's bed, their faces shimmering a little. Eddie has to squint to make out their features, and he laughs once he does. They all look so worried. Eddie feels great. "Oh my God," Stan says, at the same time that Richie says, "He's high."

2k words. 1 chapter.

💕 We Were Here - inoubliable

Eddie Kaspbrak is fifteen years old. It's the first time he kisses Richie Tozier. -- Eddie has a couple of options, here. He can pretend he didn't just realize what Richie has been trying to tell him the whole time. He can pretend like Richie is just being a jerk when he flirts and teases and taunts. He can pretend like they're just friends, and then they can stay just friends, and nothing will change. Or he can kiss Richie. He kisses Richie.

2.3k words. 1 chapter.

💕 ⚔️ The Ever After - websters_lieb

Eddie lives, and life goes on. Or The story of how Richie and Eddie sort out their shit and realize that they've been in love the whole damn time while they work towards their happily ever afters.

20.8k words. 5 chapters.

⚠️ In the Glow of the Vending Machine - sentimentalscribe

“I can’t believe that I’m going to live an eternity in hellfire over a hypochondriac who would probably make sweet love to his inhaler given the chance.” Alternatively: Beverly Knows way before these chucklefucks do. Alternatively: It's the '80s in a small town and having a panicked confession to your best friend is not nearly as fun as it sounds.

3.5k words. 1 chapter.

💜 😎 eddie gets grindr - BookRockShooter

I shouldn’t be doing this, Eddie thinks as he opens his phone. Is this technically illegal? he thinks as he clicks the app store icon. Well, it’s definitely fucking wrong either way, he thinks as he types grindr into the search bar. - Eddie downloads grindr and rediscovers an old friend - and crush - on it.

2.1k words. 1 chapter.

⚠️ confessions in the dark - BookRockShooter

Richie nods to himself. “Okay. Talk. I can do that. Hey, you know a trope in movies I always hated? When, like, the main character’s love interest is fatally wounded and dy–” He trails off, staring at Eddie with a haunted look in his eyes. “Well. You know. And, uh, the main character chooses that exact moment to confess their undying love? Like, shit, they’ve always got the worst timing.” He laughs, short and shaky, and Eddie thinks, Oh my god. “So, what, they wait until the last moment to say something? Isn’t that fucked up? Because, now, they’ll never have time to… to be happy together.” His eyes are shiny and, suddenly, all Eddie wants to do is wipe away his tears. Wants to help him feel better, because Richie Tozier doesn’t deserve to be in so much pain, not on Eddie’s behalf. “Richie,” Eddie murmurs, and he hates himself for what he’s about to say. “Richie, I… I love you.” - *fix it fic for chapter 2 bc fuck canon reddie is real*

2.2k words. 1 chapter.

💜 😎 head lights pointed at the dawn - starkmccall

"You do realise this means people around the world are gonna hear about how much I love your dick, right?" Richie says, tucked behind Eddie in bed late one night.

He can almost see Eddie squint at him. "That's not actually a part of the show, is it?"

Post-Chapter Two. Eddie lives. Richie goes back to comedy.

3.2k words. 1 chapter.

[elulallemant-d]

au: eliott surprises lucas by dyeing his hair black and lucas has forgotten how to function

you can leave fic requests if you want! i have a lot of free time and i’d like to write more elu uwu also feed back is very very appreciated

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Knowing Lucas Lallemant, he was the type to cram all his due work until the last minute, unsurprisingly, gaining him no benefit what so ever. He partially wanted to blame it on Imane for not reminding him about the biology midterm he had the following day— she was his partner after all, but this was his own fault, really.

That’s how he found himself; uncomfortably hunched over his biology books, face dug into three different books, trying to inhale all the knowledge presented in front of him at once all whilst trying to answer a few questions on the side.

He vowed, initially, to ignore any type of disturbance, and, frankly, it worked for the first two hours. He successfully managed to ignore the constant flashing of his notifications even if he got dangerously close to unlocking it and scolding his friends for spamming him multiple times, tired of seeing ‘Le Gang grp chat’ pop up on his screen every so minute.

Lucas was immensely proud of himself for having so much self-control.

Except, all that self-control seemed to cease to exist once used srodulv made an appearance on his screen.

Lucas cursed at himself for giving in once he dropped pen, hands diving for the device in desperate need to contact Eliott.

srodulv

i’m like

5 minutes away, can’t wait to see u <3

‏ lucallemant

do you want to tell me where you went now? <3

srodulv

not yet !!

uh just letting you know

i’m not sure how you’ll react

‏ lucallemant

‏should i be concerned

‏if you killed someone i want no part of this

srodulv

): there goes my plans

‏ lucallemant

‏ .eliott

srodulv

ok ok

you’ll see don’t worry

almost there <333

‏ lucallemant

‏ alrighttt

‏ see u soon

‏ i love youuu

srodulv

love u too <3

so much

Lucas smiles to himself as he sets his phone down before shamelessly re-reading Eliotts replies a few more times. Even after a healthy, long amount of months, Lucas is always incredibly flustered around Eliott and his heart disconnects from his brain.

He tried to get back into studying, reading over pointless details on random parts of human anatomy, but none of the details fully processed. All he thought about was Eliott at that moment. They were supposed to have a quiet afternoon together, but Eliott clearly had other plans. It was also kind of frustrating when literally everyone around him knew about Eliotts plans; everyone except Lucas himself.

All Lucas knows is that Eliott has been talking about it to other people for the past few days since whenever he’d talk to anyone, they’d get an excited smile and tell him he ‘isn’t ready’.

At this point, he had no idea what was in store for him.

Eventually, he got back into the flow of studying, the thought of Eliott only lingering in the back of his head as he reads through a lengthy paragraph.

He hears the door click closed, cautious steps making their way to the open door.

“Here,” Lucas calls, telling himself he’d finish the remaining paragraph before officially forgetting about biology.

Lucas sees Eliotts figure by his table, instantly forgetting about bio and turning his head, only to be met with a pair of lips before he could spot anything.

“Hi,” Eliott whispers into the soft touch of Lucas’ lips, who’s eyes were still closed due to the proximity of their faces.

“Hey,” Lucas feels himself unwillingly smiling, resting his forehead against his boyfriends.

Once Lucas takes the time to recompose himself, he remembers what was happening. He jolts back, looking to the floor around Eliotts’ feet, trying to spot any objects he might’ve gotten.

“What did yo—“

Lucas was stopped abruptly once his eyes trail up Eliotts body, all the way to the top of his head.

Holy shit.

No, he wasn’t stressing his thoughts enough.

Holy fucking shit.

Eliott, his boyfriend, who was already unfairly attractive, had the audacity to dye his hair to a raven black shade and was sporting a nervous yet wide smile in addition.

Lucas didn’t know he could get more beautiful than he already is.

The darker shade against his pale skin make his features more noticeable, his dents and crevices sharpened more than they already were. The black colour brought out the best of his eyes and holy shit, their vast green-blue complex vividly stood out. He even noticed his eyebrows were a darker shade, matching and fitting the whole thing together.

Lucas didn’t know how long he stood there, gaping at the most beautiful man in the world— his boyfriend.

“So,” Eliott prompted nervously, carding his long fingers through the darkened strands, “do you like it?”

Lucas opened his mouth, but to no avail, nothing came out. He was still processing the sheer beauty of it all, thankful he was sitting down or else he would’ve literally fallen over.

Eliotts’ face falls to this, reading the situation completely wrong, “Oh, god, you probably hate it.” He withdraws, inching in on himself. “This was a bad idea, right? I probably look so stupid. I knew it was a mistake, shit, I didn’t think this through, I—“

“Fuck,” Lucas exhales quietly, his mouth still agape, lips parted slightly. He tentatively steps up from his chair, raising up to almost eye contact as he steps all up into Eliotts’ personal space, their noses almost touching. “You look so fucking amazing.”

Eliotts’ face lights up at that, the insecurity that was previously building up all broken down, “You think so?”

Luca doesn’t give himself time to reply. He hunches forward, colliding his lips with Eliotts’ for a full force kiss. He works their mouths against each other, hands roaming until they found themselves on the back of Eliotts’ head, running through the soft locks.

“Yeah,” Lucas nods into the kiss, breaking for a mere second to glance back at his hair, taking in the sight all at once, “how are you so beautiful in everything?”

To this, Eliott breaks the kiss in a fit of giggles, one hand resting firmly on Lucas’ hip while the other repeatedly runs through his hair. His smile practically radiated at this point, his eyes bright and his hair— his hair was black.

“It’s a serious question, why are you laughing,” Lucas dramatically gasps, stepping back to get a better view of the boy laughing in front of him, “I’m pretty sure it should be stated physically impossible for this to happen.”

“Stop,” Eliott whines, a tinted pink spilling over his cheeks, making him even more admirable.

Lucas raises both his hands, carding them both through Eliotts’ messy hair as he stares at the dark complex against his light skin. He repeatedly goes over it, eyes darting between his boyfriends radiating face and the mass of darkened hair tangled between his fingers.

He pulls back for a second, keeping one hand tangled in the mess and reaches for his phone. He snaps a quick photo of Eliotts’ reddened face and darker hair with his hand resting on top of the curls.

“You’re so beautiful,” Lucas resumes, peppering short kisses all over Eliotts’ face in-between his words while Eliott was fighting a larger smile, “hottest boyfriend in the world award goes to Eliott Demaury.”

“I think you’ve already won that title,” Eliott smirks, hugging Lucas closer to him.

Later that day, Le Gang grp chat got a series of continuous texts as well as a new instagram post from Lucas.

lucallemant

HOLY FUCK HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN ELIOTT

HE HAS

BLACK HAIR

I REPEAT:::::::::

BLACK FUCKING HAIR !!!!!!!!!

basile_simple

i think eliott broke him...

lucallemant:

lucallemant have you EVER seen someone so beautiful in your life???

[x-avantgarde-x]

Together, forever.

Couple: Steve Harrington x reader.

Summary: Steve insecurities can get the best of him sometimes, but you will always be there to reassure him that you two can get through everything.

Warnings: angst, fluff at the end.

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It had been awkward.

You had gone out for a date with your boyfriend Steve after weeks of practically not seeing eachother due to his work and you getting ready to leave to college in a few days, what kept you both constantly busy. That's why you had thought that a nice dinner together would make it up for having been apart from eachother for so long.

But right now you even wished the dinner hadn't took place at all.

You were back at your house, sitting next to Steve at your sofa, hugging yoursself while you looked at the black screen of your TV, anything to avoid having to look at your boyfriend's face. None off you had spoke a word since you came in, the tension between you two getting thicker the longer you spent in complete silence.

The whole night had been like this. The drive to the restaurant had been silent,and when you finally arrived there you had been the only one talking through the dinner. Steve only giving you monosyllabic responses from time to time, or just a nod of his head. So, eventually, you decided to give up and stopped trying at what seemed to be an utterly failed attempt of holding a conversation.

Now you sat at the couch, waiting for Steve to finally spoke and explain you what was troubling him, or for being completely sucked by your couch. Whichever happened first.

After another three minutes of doing nothing more but looking at a wall while you listened to your breathings and the tick tack of the clock you decided to be the one who broke the silence.

-Steve, what's wrong?- you asked in a soft voice, barely a whisper. Already getting anxious because of your boyfriends odd behaviour.

-I think we should break up.

That was the first full sentence that Steve had spoken in the night. The first sentence that he had spoken to you since not talking for weeks. And you wished he had remained silent.

His words had hit you like a bucket of ice cold water. Your whole body felt numb after hearing him and your heart ached painfully inside your chest. You had opened your mouth to say something, but the words simply did not come out of your throat, which felt dry out of sudden. You gasped for air, feeling you were short of breath. After a few minutes of collecting yourself and getting your body to functioning properly again you spoke.

-What?

Steve wasn't paying attention to you when you spoke, he wasn't even looking at you at all. He was nervously fidgeting while he bit his bottom lip in order to keep himself steady. -What?

You scoffed feeling your blood starting to boil, a hundred of emotion hitting you at that moment -I was asking you what do you meant when you said that we should break up.

Steve pushed himself farther from you at the sofa and ruffled his hair anxiously, trying to find a way to explain you everything that had been going through his head for the past weeks, but he didn't and instead he spattered out a "I believe it's pretty clear what I mean when I say that we should break up" that he didn't mean at all.

You shook your head, feeling tears starting to come up your eyes and falling down your cheeks in a matter of seconds -But, why? I- I don't get it, Steve- you said, feeling like you were running out of air once more -Is- is it because of me? Have I done something wrong? Am I not enough for you?- you asked all this questions at once, anxiety having finally taken over you what meant that you no longer could think clearly, but instead were a shaking mess who spattered anything that came over her head.

For the first time in hours Steve turned around to look at you straight in you eyes while shaking his head violently in disagreement. -What? How do you-? No! It's not that your not enough, how could you even think so?- he asked you, his eyes watery as he tried to stop himself from crying.

-Then I don't understand- you breathed out all most unintelligibly. Steve moved sloply to interlock your hands, pulling his forehead closer to yours. At that moment you could see how tears were now running down his cheeks too, his lip red from being bitten way too hardly and you heard a soft sob leaving is lips. It took a short time for you two to turn into a big sobbing mess, holding into eachother as if it was the only thing keeping you in the ground. Steve's head rested on your shoulder and your face was facing his head, his hair tickling your nose slightly.

-It's me. I'm the one who's not enough- Steve spoke against the hot skin of your shoulder before burring his head deeply at the crook between your shoulder and your neck. -Wha-?- you were about to speak, to ask him out he meant when he put his finger against your lips, asking you to remain quite.

-I'm not good enough for you, a-and it is something that stands out to e-everyone who knows us- Steve said shakily. He was finally letting you know everything that had been tormenting him for so long and while getting that weight out out of his chest was relieving, he felt extremely self conscious -This last week that we hadn't seen eachother yo-u... You were getting yourself ready to go to college. And, what was I doing at that exact same time? I was working on a video club who pays me like shit while re-reading the letters of 2 new universities I had applied for who had obviously rejected me.

You listened to Steve quietly, caressing his back softly while your fingers came up to his head, where you started to brush his hair trying to comfort him, reassuring him that he could keep going while at the same time you tried to comfort him.

-An-and you are about to leave for college, while I am staying stuck in this fucking town. And it scares me, and makes me worry like mad. Not only because in not so long I will have have nothing to offer to you, but because we will be apart for so long, and I won't be able to stand it. I barely got through this weeks without you without losing my damn head.

That's why I believe we should break up. You deserve better, you deserve more than I could ever give you and it pains me, and I want this long before I can no longer live without you.

Once Steve had finished you sighed, ruffling your cheek against his hair. -Oh, Steve...- you took your boyfriend face between your hands delicately, as if he was the most fragile thing at this world which you could break at any moment, and pulled him away from your neck. You made him face you, your faces mere inches away from eachother your breathes mixing together in a silence which was no longer awkward -Oh baby, how could you believe that you are not enough for me? Who told you so? What is there that I would need so much and that you could never give me, hey? You are sweet, attentive, affectionate, caring, loving. You are there for me whenever I need you and you treat me as if I was the best thing of this world. I couldn't ask for more from you even if I wanted to- you finished with a chuckle.

-And, about college. It is not the most important thing ever to get accepted in one baby. And even if it is too you, I'm sure that eventually one of them will realize what an intelligent guy you are and will accept you in. And I know I'm gonna leave but we will keep in touch, yeah? I will come back here to visit you whenever I have the chance. A-and if we feel like the distance is still to hard to bear we can always move at an apartment together, don't you think so baby?

Steve nodded his head -which you still head in your hands- and sipped his nose with a half smile on his face -Yeah, yeah you are right...- you hummed in response and pulled your face closer, capturing his lips in a soft kiss which Steve gladly returned. His hands made his way to your hips and to the back of your head respectively while your arms hanged around his neck.

When you pulled away from your kiss you cuddled back together, pampering eachother with sweet kisses and soft caresses.

-We can get through everything, as long as we remain together- you spoke softly, snuzzling against his warm chest. -Then let's remain together, forever- you heard Steve answering before he plastered a soft kiss at your forehead, pulling you closer to a tight hug.

[xlachlvn-blog]

「 ☆  ━ CHRIS EVANS ,  CISMALE ,  THIRTY SEVEN.  it seems like everyone knows about lachlan hurst, the assiduous retired association football player that i actually heard is pretty reticent.  he has been living in the city for four years, and they always remind me of freshly laundered flannel embracing warmth against bare torso & grass-stained cleats vigorously pounding into the earth with each running stride.  actually, they’ve sort of ruined lover, you should’ve come over by jeff buckley for me, since they’re always playing it.

howdy folks !!  name’s kenny and i’m the new idiot ‘round these parts  sdfhadgk  first of all can’t believe it took me a whole ass 24 hrs to get this up i’m sorry for being mia but man ....  the classes immediately followed by work combo wrecks my entire existence somedays anYhoot ,  below the cut is all u need to know abt the Big Guy here pls excuse the mess :~)

basics

name lachlan alistair hurst nicknames lach, or lachy age thirty seven birthday may third zodiac taurus  gender cismale  orientation heteroromantic heterosexual hometown leytonstone, london  occupation private school soccer coach 

physical

faceclaim chris evans  hair color brown eye color blue height 6'0" build muscular marks/scars various small scars over his legs and knees, a few on his hands and arms tattoos taurus zodiac symbol on his left shoulder, his mom’s fav verse from the bible scripted below his collarbone, ‘loyalty’ written across his right shoulder  piercings none

personality

positive assiduous, ludic, devoted, altruistic negative reticent, impulsive, stubborn, insouciant alignment lawful good house gryffindor religion christian (non-practicing)

history

grew up in leytonstone ,  london.  his mother was a hairdresser and worked at / managed her own shop.  his father was a civil engineer ,  working mostly in construction ,  but also coached the football team of the school lachlan eventually attended.  his parents were fanatical manchester united supporters and would frequently travel to old trafford from london to attend the team’s home matches.  lachlan inherited his parents’ love for manchester united and his main sporting passion was football ,  always scrimmaging with some of the other kids at the park and in the schoolyard.

he wanted to be #1 in everything he did as he grew older ,  but favoured sports over academics in school ,  and was super stressed & resorted to drinking to numb himself.  refused to do drugs or smoke bc he didn’t want to “damage his body”……hypocrite bc yO ur liver bro.  struggled a little with his identity and what he wanted in life (( no thanks to his dadager )) ,  had to go through a little self-care to rediscover his passion for football ,  focusing all his negative feelings toward it (( created by his dad )) to his dad instead, which royally fucked what minuscule father / son relationship they had.

- dad was his personal trainer, basically his life coach; ‘dadager’ dad version of momager. had more of a business relationship than a father / son relationship. dad didn’t care abt hurting lachlan’s feelings ,  he was always super frank and critical of his son’s performance.

- mom is #1 fan / supporter ,  wants only for him to be happy ,  worried abt how hard he pushes himself.  lachlan never wants to let his mom down or show vulnerability / weakness so he’s closed off from her emotionally; keeping all negative feelings / thoughts from her; acting like everything is ok/normal.

attended london metropolitan university and majored in kinesiology as his dad’s plan ‘b’ for him to become a sports therapist / help him understand the mechanics of his own body in order to help prevent or nurture any injuries he may receive.  he was a fake frat bro; attended wild ragers and planned social events to develop a bond with his teammates ,  not bc he was interested in the party scene.  despite how boring-routine it turned, his future wife caught his eye (( and heart )) at parties / events.  she was unlike the crowd he associated himself with and he found her very presence was exhilarating.

a year into their relationship, he was scouted by a rep of manchester united where his professional career started.  however ,  when rosalind made the decision to move continents ,  he couldn’t leave england with her to america as he was tied up in commitments with his career.  it really did a number on him to lose her but even through his devastation ,  he still respected her decision to better her own career.

while playing his third season with manchester united ,  his dad ended up dying from a massive heart attack ,  which left lachlan with a lot of bottled up unresolved resentment and a heavy load of guilt for not trying to make amends.

he won the premier league title five times and eventually signed a five year contract with major league soccer club la galaxy ,  prompting his move from england to america.  reconnecting with rose and eventually rekindling their relationship ,  he spent more of his time in new york than his new home in california ,  eventually moving across the country to be with her.

once his contract with la galaxy was up ,  rather than renew the contract or sign with another team ,  lachlan’s body decided it was a good time to retire.  however ,  his passion for the sport never ceased ,  and he decided to take up a coaching position (( like father-like son?? )) at a private school in the city.

so idk in a nutshell..... he’s just trying his best to be the complete opposite of his father rip.  he’s not abt showing off or gloating abt his achievements in life,  he’s a spokesperson for “work hard, earn ur shit, but also be kind to urself”.  he’s not abt the party life anymore, he would lit fake the black plague to avoid Big Socializing Energy gatherings, but he loves to reminisce and hear other ppl’s stories ?? u know, compare battle scars or whatever.  basically everyone’s friendly & chill neighbourhood #Dad

[majorxsportyxboy]

Lazytown Season 1 Episode 2, Defeeted: The Rewatch

aleardy had his table down and ready to go

there was actually a little creaky sound when him stretched

is that a ball or an egg he just produced from nowhere and kickflipped into the wall

he sticks a dry toothbrush in his mouth with no toothpaste on it. not just in this episode either like it’s routine with him. ( i mean obviously it would look even weirder otherwise tbh but STILL )

once again, he did not put his seatbelt on. a headcanon waits hesitantly in the wings.

i’m so stupid because it took me til like midway season two...when the themesong goes “with Pixel, Stingy, and Trixie, too” Trixie's holding a marker and standing in front of a poster of the mayor. The poster has a mustache and beard on it and for a long time i was just like ‘‘does he have facial hair in the show??? No??? why does the poster???” and then i finally Realized and yeah jsyk i’m an absolute dumbass there we have it

“I know someone who can help” you can say his name mayor. Stephanie know him too mayor. why you being this way mayor.

i love how none of the proposed backstories actually fit with what’s presented in the show, not even the entire pilot episode. amazing.

mail tube is different

“I can allways count onn SporTaCus” always. always implies recurrence. the mayor has counted on him before and apparently last year Sporp taught the kids to play baseball but that can’t have been pre-series because Sporp had only ‘heard of Lazytown before’ and the mayor had never met him but if it’s post-pilot that means there’s been an entire year of Sporp coming to Lazytown that we don’t actually get to see and Stephanie is actually on her second year in Lazytown as of this episode. The lack of any of the kids thinking Sporpy Thoughts would be suspect if it wasn’t common practice for them to completely forget everything he’s taught them the second he leaves. It’s an uncomfy fit but i GUESS

 Eefrow decal!

Sporp managed not to say “I’ve got mail”

He looks so concerned

I got so used to the cartoony eyebrows on him that it’s weird to see him without them

also it looks like his whiskers change over the course of the series too

“I need your help. - The Mayor” first of all i love that this is what correspondence between these two looks like there’s just something hilarious about it idk

“This Must Be Important” ohh Sporty Sporty Sporty

*crying* HE LANDED BACKWARDS IN THE SEAT WHAT A

the little noise when he :}D and shrugs at his own self omg he’s tinkerbell

still didn’t put the seatbelt on

apparently he calmly parks the airship and then just materializes outside of it like he’s been shot from a canon

HE COULDN’T STOP HE JUST SLID OFFSCREEN

“Mister Mayor” aw

No but in this episode sport just looks like he has the mother of all fevers tho Sporp are you okay? all of your blood is in your face. 

him asking about floods and fires could get a pass bc okay maybe he thinks one of the houses had a pipe bust and they called him instead of a plumber, or maybe there was a little kitchen fire and they called him instead of a fireman, but earthquake...that’s...that’s real solid guess sporky

does he just really want to do some major superhero stuff is that it

‘Thunderstorm’ SPORTY DO YOU HEAR THUNDER? DO YOU SEE RAIN IN THIS TOWN? ON THIS BRIGHT SUNNY DAY?

that “WHAT” on “no one wants to go outside and play” his whole face. he’s so offended.

this poor put-upon elf

wait he says “I’m declaring Sportacular Spectacle Day...Today” does that mean this is a new holiday he just invented? still doesn’t take care of the ‘last year’ comment but hmmmmm

Sporp sounds so freaked out when he’s saying he better go practice like i think the mayor straight up scared him XD

Good-For-Nothing, Warm-Hearted, Generous, Healthy Quack Meter: 1

Sportakook meter: 3

“This was my favorite day before Sportakook came to town” I feel like this could be a highly multipurpose meme like “This was my favorite _____ before ______”??

“The Town Hero will be the Town Zero” HERO TO ZERO IN NO TIME FLAT

why is every machine in this show the thus-and-such xthousand like

“Hippety Hop Hippety Hop Sportacus (HE SAID HIS NAME RIGHT) is going to Flop!” is this the origin of Sportaflop

“Too Loony, Too Moony...Puny...”

Stephanie: “So every year, Sportacus does a special stunt” Pixel: “Exactly, on the Sportacular Spectacle Day” Mr. Scheving I just want to talk. None of these kids had heard of Sportacus? Before Pilot? Stephanie was the first to find out about him? And now she? is having to ask the other kids? About Sportacus? MR SCHEVING ARE YOU SURE

i  counted and there are like around 40+ houses on the Lazytown map so unless they’re all abandoned there’s like a bunch of people in Lazytown who i guess were just like “Elf? In this town? Not  for me thanks” and they just hide during the episodes

Sporp, after one success: “I’m ready” yeah u only need to do something right one time before performing it in front of spectators u don’t have to make sure u can do it right every time or anything

Robbie: “My name is Rob U. Blind” Sporp, thinking: “I trust him”

ngl when Robbie poured that stuff on Sporp’s shoes Sporp actually did look in that moment like he could kill a man. the entire time the shoes were being cleaned i swear he was really fighting the urge to snap. he looked so tried X’D

HIS LITTLE SOCKS

Sporty those fake shoes don’t even really look like your real shoes baby come on

He’s so mad he doesn’t even say bye he just hops in the shoes and leaves

Robbo just called him Sportacus again what

“Are ya nervous?” “Ummmm....just a little bit” i love him. so much.

Where’s Mr. Scheving’s Oscar for acting like he can’t control his leggies the  floppy sporp acting is a sportacular spectacle in itself amazing standing ovation robbie this is cruel

“My feet are going cuckoo” is that how you would describe it sportacus

Boy has to be exhausted after this im surprised he didn’t start hollering for an apple at some point

Between this and the scrapped Lazydance i can only assume that they were determined to get rid of any suppositions the audience might have had about Sporp’s invincibility as quickly as humanly possible. like “okay, Pilot’s done. Now let’s immediately let Robbie Wreck Him”

“In front of the kids”

“Sportacus! Try to balance yourself” WHAT’S HE BEEN DOING THIS WHOLE TIME ZIGGY FLAILING BECAUSE HE FEEL LIKE IT?

love how they all sit there and stare at him the whole time while he’s looking like “hjálp!"

i mean to their credit they did all offer suggestions while staring at him

bless him he just looked at his foot and went “STAY”

*after watching him suffer for a couple minutes* “was that part of his act?” “no, something’s really wrong” “.......okay let’s go help him!” these kids are my reason for living

 Bessie: “off you go!” aka “NOPE NOT GETTING INVOLVED MY HAIR IS TOO NICE”

SAID HIS NAME RIGHT AGAIN.

he’s still yelling at his feet to stay

so much of this song consists of the kids just climbing sporp like he’s a cat-tree. it’s adorable.

i still don’t know how walking on hands overrides the uncontrollable feets but ALRIGHT SPORTY YOU DO YOU

what is Robbie even saying right here?

Whatever He called him just then meter: 1

Robbie keeps saying Sport’s name right in this episode and i’m uncomfortable with this

this man backbends sm when he handstand that ain’t right dude how have you not hurt yo self at this point

“Wonderful. Now go join the circus” I can’t believe Robbie just murdered him onstage in front of everyone

Robbie dude youre enjoying this just a liiiiiiiitle bit Too Much

“I can stand still!” the only time in Sporp’s life he’s excited to say that

“But where are my shoos” BOY

this Bing Bang. oh muy gud. oh muy gud  it’s PURE

sporp keeps looking at stephanie like he hasn’t actually learned this dance yet is this partial remnants of lazydance or

BUT IT’S CUTE

OH IT WAS AN EXTENDED BING BANG TOO OHHHH

this one didn’t end in Robbie’s lair like usual

EARLY INSTALLMENT WEIRDNESS SPOTTED