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[littleevil0ne1]

🩵Neon Party🩵

I was aiming for that pleather/vinyl skirt neon 90s/y2k vibe

[liloli-art]

Dark Phyore

Once again this beautiful boy <3 the character belongs to Dark_Phyore(FA)

[cherrycranes]

Real Cowgirls Ride (Emmett x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place 2) x Fem!Reader Summary: When you go to a bar in upstate New York with your girlfriends for a bachelorette party, you encounter a hot rugged man who´ll teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl. Word count: 4,248 Contents: (Minors DNI). No apocalypse AU. Age gap (Reader is 24, Emmett is 39), Oral sex (fem receiving), a little bit of ass licking (fem receiving), fingering, P in v, protected sex! Author's notes: Once more, a collab with @fuckiingloser cause that's my wifey. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Enjoy the ass licker.

It was the first time you ever stepped a foot in this rural upstate New York town. Certainly an interesting choice for a bachelorette party, but your friend: the bride, and her future husband had grown up here. It was nice, though. A very appreciated change of scenery from your busy downtown New York City life. It had been a 3 hour drive to get here, and you planned to just have a good time.

The party had a cowgirl theme and you had gone all out: a borrowed pair of red cowgirl boots that you had never imagined wearing in your life, a pair of dangerously tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts and a white cropped t-shirt that said “Budweiser” across the front. All topped with a matching cowboy hat sitting on top of your head. Your girlfriends showered you with compliments, you played the part so well.

It was around 11:30 pm now, and after several stops of the bar crawl, you all walked into a smoky, dark dive bar. The neon signs gave the entire room a dull glow. It was moderately full, mostly with old blue collar men tired from a long day's work. Some of them gave your group a few stares that only your tipsy state managed to ignore. You had come here for fun, and that’s what you would have. 

You got a big table, ordered some drinks and shots and cheered for the bride, wishing her all the best with the love of her life. And, in secret, you hopelessly wished that you would find yours too… You were painfully single at 24 and your only one previous boyfriend had cheated on you after a year of dating. You were still young but loneliness stung.

To distract yourself, you ordered a few more shots and just went along with the vibe of the bar and your friends’ laughter. Some moments later, you wandered over to the old school jukebox that sat alone on a dark corner to flip through the endless pages of song options. Some you knew, some you didn’t, and one you picked before a rugged voice behind you interrupted you:

“Excuse me, miss...” You turned to look. “I just have to have a look at these fancy red cowgirl boots up close...” The man in front of you said with a charming little smirk and with his baby blue eyes looking down at your feet, then at your legs, your body and, eventually, meeting your eyes. 

You looked him over too, with his plain white t-shirt, blue wrangler jeans, dusty work boots, scruffy beard with a few silver strands in it and a ball cap with some brown curls peeking out underneath it. Quite handsome. His little excuse to come over and talk to you was pathetic but cute, it had made you smirk a little. And when you looked into his beautiful eyes and saw that pretty smile again, you decided to give him a shot.

“Honestly… My buddies over there were givin’ me a hard time and said that I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t say something to the pretty girl in the red cowboy boots...” He gestured over to his friends in the booth in the other corner who gave you a wave and smile. You turned back to look at him, and gave yourself the luxury of eyeing him up and down again. He was definitely older than you, but not exactly old enough to be your father. He must have been in his early 40’s at most. He was sort of rugged, most likely a blue collar man. Some tattoos poked out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He was not the type of guy you were used to encountering in New York City. “I'm Emmett..” He smirked, and you chuckled a bit at his words.

“Hate to break the news but I borrowed these from a friend… I’m not a real country girl.” You admitted with a smile. Emmett laughed softly and leaned against the almost forgotten jukebox.

 “Well… They look good on you either way… That’s for sure…” He looked over your body once more, shameless infatuation irradiating from him. His boldness made you smile again, and admittedly, it also turned you on. Like clockwork, the first notes of the song you picked started to play and Emmett gave you an approving smile.

“Good choice… You’ve got good taste obviously… Would you like to dance, beautiful?” He asked, his voice like velvet in your ears. You felt a sweet heat rush to your cheeks and you nodded.

“I'd like that.” You smiled and he took your hand with a gentleness that was to die for, pulling you closer and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. In return, you wrapped your arms around his neck and followed him along. Butterflies flew in your stomach like they hadn’t in so long when his arms tightened around you.

You chatted a little, dancing slowly in the middle of the dive bar with his rough hands rubbing the exposed skin of your back. In the background of the slow song, you could make out the voices and giggles of your friends who must have been staring in amusement and support. 

In between the small conversations and the dance, you found out Emmett owned a farm nearby. Mostly horses and some crops. You also found out he was 39 years old. Never married, currently single. Then it came time for questions about your life, your work, your age, where were you from…

“Ahh, so you’re a city girl, makes sense… Never seen someone as hot as you around here before...” Emmett whispered, still swaying with you and still holding you tight. You blushed, something not everybody did to you, but there was something about him. His looks, his charm, his rough hands. You couldn't help yourself.

Guided by that feeling, you kept talking. Now telling him about your failed relationship, your cheater ex-boyfriend and your 8 month-long singlehood. Emmett’s brow furrowed upon hearing that.

“Fuckin’ asshole… Who would ever wanna lose you? You need a real man… Not a little immature boy..” He whispered, shaking his head gently and tightening his tattooed arm around you ever so slightly, just for the butterflies in your stomach to go even wilder. 

Your song ended and the jukebox went silent. Emmett immediately asked to buy you a drink, and how would you even say no? Next thing you knew, you were sitting on a barstool with him standing in front of you, a hand on your thigh making you swoon. He leaned over to order, the scent of his almost worn-off cologne sending more heat towards the right places.

“Two miller lites please, thanks.. ” The bartender cracked open two beers and pushed them towards Emmett. He handed you one along with a sly smile, his other hand still on your thigh.

“Well… Cheers to a good night that I'm hoping gets even better.” Emmett held his drink up to yours and clicked them together with a nice melodic sound. 

“Cheers.” You chuckled, arousal pooling in your lower abdomen and burning steady for the entire time you and Emmett talked and flirted in between sips. Some guilt crept up on you at having practically abandoned your girlfriends, but every quick glance towards them made you find them winking and putting their thumbs up. So you focused back on Emmett, laughed at his jokes, touched his arm, gave him your best smile…

“Can’t believe a pretty girl like you is interested in an old man like me.” He rubbed his hand softly on your exposed thigh, and you couldn't help but let out a sincere chuckle.

“You're hotter than any guy I've met in the city by a million honestly… A real man who works with his hands and knows what he wants and isn’t shy about it…” Every word of yours was soaked in a sensual tone and your eyes never looked away from him now. He had the most beautiful pale blue eyes you had ever seen, his pupils were long dilated from looking at you, and they seemed to get even more when he heard you talking like that.

“Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy… I’ve gotta say you’re one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.” Emmett leaned in to whisper into your ear, his lips giving you a featherlight touch. “My hands aren’t the only thing I’m good with…” His warm breath sent a satisfying shiver down your spine. “And I do know what I want… I wanna see what’s underneath this little crop top and these tiny jean shorts…” 

Your breath hitched ever so slightly, the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. His rough hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh firmly, the sensation, along with his words, going straight to your core and now dampened panties. 

It was 12:45 am now, the clock upon the wall ticked in front of Emmett’s eyes with an eager question. 

“It's getting pretty late… Whaddya say you come home with me tonight… And I can teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl?” He whispered through a seductive smirk, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear and effectively making your clit pulse. You bit your lip, took in the pale blue of his eyes and leaned a bit closer.

“You wanna be my teacher?” You asked him, holding his gaze. Emmett nodded before taking a swig of his beer, finishing it and putting it on the bar.

“I'm sure a girl like you could teach an old dog like me a few tricks too…” 

Your smirk turned into a grin before his eyes and your wet pussy fluttered again. God, he was so smooth and beyond sexy. The kind of man you needed.

“Take me home cowboy.” You whispered, ripples of arousal traveling around your body as you watched Emmett pull out his wallet and slap a 20 dollar bill on the counter to cover for your drinks and tip, before taking your hand like a gentleman.

Your girls cheered when they saw you walking out with him, and you so graciously gave them a playful middle finger that made them laugh out loud.

Emmett held the door open for you and all the exposed parts of your body felt the cool summer breeze of the night air. Not for long though, his truck was just a few steps away, and as the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you in. The inside was rather cozy, an air freshener hung from the rear-view mirror along with a, quite fitting, tiny cowboy hat charm. You flicked it with your finger as Emmett got in the driver’s seat. 

“Before we leave...” He started, leaning over the center console. Before you could ask him anything, his lips met yours in a hot, sensual kiss. Inevitably, your hand reached up to touch his beard, and you delighted with the taste of beer and faint mint gum in his mouth.

 “Sorry, I just had to… Couldn’t wait another minute.” He whispered against the softness of your lips, forming a smile. He sat back in his seat and started the truck up, making it roar to life. His left hand held the wheel and his right hand found his new favorite spot: your thigh. Soft rock born from his radio barely made noise as he drove you down the mostly empty country roads to his home nearby. You raised both eyebrows when an old farmhouse and several barns came into view.

“Wow… All this is yours?” You asked softly, admiring the vast space bathed in starlight.

“It is indeed, pretty girl.” Emmett smiled, pulling up next to the house and getting out of his truck, this time helping you out of it, upholding the true gentleman behavior. 

His arm wrapped around you once again, his body warmth fighting for you against the chill summer night’s breeze. You smiled when the front door opened for you and you were the first to step foot inside the cute little farmhouse. It was rather lovely, perhaps too minimally decorated but it was to be expected, he was a 40 year old man living alone. You seemed to be the most feminine thing in this house. 

“I love it… So cozy.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, attracting Emmett to you. His hands found your hips and he looked down at you with that flirtiness that made your pussy wetter. 

“You haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.” He whispered, closer and closer to you until another sensual kiss captured your lips. Your mouth gave his skillful tongue entrance and with a delicious groan he picked you up easily. Your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands supported you by holding your ass. He swallowed a moan from you and walked you both across the house, towards the stairs and into his bedroom. There, he laid you down on his big bed, his lips reluctantly leaving yours for air.

You propped yourself up to your elbows, granting him a visual feast for his eyes to devour. Your exposed midriff, your little shorts and those cute little red boots. Since your cowboy hat had been lost somewhere on the way to his bed, your hair was slightly messy, and your lips glistened from his saliva. He didn’t know where to begin with you. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy…” He admired you, reaching down to pull one of your boots off, then the other one. Both joined his wooden floor. “I need to see this perfect body naked for me…”

You giggled, his hands now occupied themselves with your jean shorts. In a couple of seconds they also met the floor.

“Would ya look at that…” Emmett let out a flirty whistle upon seeing what you hid underneath the denim: a little red thong that made his cock twitch in his jeans, another reminder of how painfully hard he was. His calloused thumb didn’t resist and ran over your clothed pussy, slowly making its way between your folds and marveling at the feeling of the damp fabric. He growled in approval. 

“Someone’s wet…” He looked into your eyes and you felt a rush of blood divide itself to reach both your cheeks and your needy cunt. You bit your lip, your body ablaze.

“Flip over for me, baby… Face down ass up.” He ordered after playing with you over your panties a little bit. You, incredibly turned on and obedient to any sexy command he could throw your way with that deep voice of his, didn’t even think about it twice.

“Yes, Sir.” You played along, flipping over for him with your ass in the air and your cheek against the duvet cover. 

“Fuuuck…” He groaned at the sight. You knew very damn well your little thong was covering absolutely nothing from behind. “I wanna make sure this little pussy is prepped for my lesson…” he said, peeling the thong off you slowly. 

Anticipation pooled at your cunt, the flimsy red fabric left your body with his help. Once you were free, Emmett palmed both your asscheeks and spread them slowly. He moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy and tight asshole, all fully waxed.

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ…” He breathed out, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I could come just looking at you…” He whispered just inches away from your needy cunt.

You moaned softly at his words, feeling completely exposed yet so turned on. Nothing else could matter to you anymore.

“Please...” You whimpered so needily, he couldn’t resist leaning in and letting his tongue slide between your slippery folds. A guttural groan of his made your pussy reverberate, the taste of you on his tongue so addictive, so divine.

“Oh my god…” Now, you moaned. Emmett’s hot tongue licked a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your ass, flicking against it. The sensation was so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You taste like honey…” He purred to our flesh before spitting on your pussy, his saliva slowly dribbling down between your lips and making him groan in approval. Two of his fingers gathered some of that spit on them before circling your aching hole, slowly pushing inside of you from behind. 

You moaned over and over, his thick fingers pumped in and out of you in a slow but firm motion. He watched hungrily as your tight cunt took them in so easily and so greedily.

 “Fuck… Feels so good…” You spoke in between moans that only got louder when Emmett curled his fingers inside you, hitting that special spot. “Holy fuck…” 

The louder you moaned, the faster his thick fingers moved and curled. Your eager pussy had his index and middle fingers completely wet and glistening.

“That feels good, pretty girl?” He asked with a smirk. “Gotta make sure this little pussy is ready to ride my big cock…” he growled hungrily. 

“I-I’m ready… Please…” His pumping fingers had you bucking your hips in desperation and stuttering, almost out of your mind. Emmett loved every single detail about it, you looked just so beautiful when you were this horny and needy. Mercifully, he pulled his fingers out of your begging cunt and slowly brought them to his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

“Flip over, baby.” He commanded, the sound of the zipper of his jeans making your ears perk up. You did as he said, catching the glimpse of his pants hitting the floor and his shirt being pulled over his head. He tossed it aside, the view of his toned, hairy chest and arms, along with those sexy tattoos of his made your pussy feel even more needy. Your eyes feasted on him, from his chest to his hard on in his briefs.

“I think you’re ready for your lesson…” Emmett crawled onto the bed and laid on his back, dark curls resting on his pillows. Right away, you sat on your knees, watching the way his arm flexed as he reached over to the side table and opened the drawer. Touch guided his way to a gold wrapper.

“A little help?” He smirked, looking down at his hard cock still tucked in his underwear. You smiled and nodded, your fingers hooking on the gray waistband and gently peeling the fabric down his legs. His big hard cock immediately sprung free for your eyes to devour. A throaty groan resonated from him. It was much bigger than what you had pictured, it was impossible to not stare at it in all its veiny, throbbing glory. 

Emmett ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling the latex down his thick cock and looking up at you with a sexy smile.

“You ready to be my cowgirl?” 

Immediately, you snapped out of your trance and nodded.

“Yes, sir…” Your voice came out sweet and so lovely, his hand motioned towards him.

“C’mere, baby…” Emmett cooed and you moved to stand above him. You lowered down slowly on him until your sensitive folds felt the covered tip of his cock, making him groan a little at the friction.

“Mmm, slow baby…” He coached you in a soft voice, putting his hands on your hips and guiding you. “Sink down slowly…” And slowly you did it. His cock slid inside your tight hot ready entrance easily, with all the time in the world. You sank down further, each of your knees on either side of his thighs almost trembling at the stretch. Loud moans escaped you both in unison as you adjusted to him and he adjusted to you. You felt so full, for a second you even doubted if it all could fit, but, as if his cock was designed for your tight little cunt, he fully slid right in with ease. 

“Oh, fuck…” You breathed out, looking into his beautiful eyes through your fluttering eyelashes. “So deep…” Words came in soft whine. Soft, clingy hands supported you by touching his broad, hairy chest. Emmett smirked, a perverted gleam in his eye from watching you adjusting to his thick cock.

“You feel me in here, baby?” He whispered, voice thick and heavy with lust. One of his calloused hands moved from your hip to your lower belly, pressing into your soft flesh and creating an erotic pressure that you could only moan and nod to. You felt him so deeply, all over and inside you.

“You feel so fucking good around me…  So tight and warm. I think this pussy was made to ride my cock.” His voice was low and rough, both hands moved to your hips again, ready to begin.. 

“Now, just go with the flow and get into a good rhythm baby… I’ll help…” He coached you with a sly grin that made your cunt clench around him. He was just so sexy, and he knew and reveled in it. “Just relax and enjoy the ride…” 

After exhaling a needy breath, you started to swivel your hips a bit, riding him slowly. Emmett groaned, his eyes closed in utter pleasure. His hands stayed glued to your hips and guided the slow rhythm your rolling hips set. You both moaned. His hips moved a little under you, encouraging you more and more.

“Look at you cowgirl...” His voice was already a little breathy, his groan took over the last letters of the word “girl”. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your pretty tits moving under the Budweiser logo. He helped you out with that, pulling your cropped shirt off your body and hungrily taking in the view of your bare chest as you bounced on his dick.

You moaned more when the tip of his cock hit that deep spot, and the more you spent riding him and earning yourself the title of cowgirl, the more he entertained an idea. 

After a minute or two, Emmett pulled you down, making you chest to chest with him and wrapping his toned arms around you. A searing, sloppy kiss entered your mouth while his hips pistoned from beneath. Your sweet tongue melted into his before he whispered against your lips.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and I'll do all the work baby…” His hoarse voice tickled your skin and he planted his feet on the mattress, gaining the support he needed to immediately pick up the pace and pound into you relentlessly from underneath. No thoughts registered properly in your brain from that point forward, it was all just a hot, wet pool of pleasure. A series of curses left your lips with no particular order and with no respect for anything.  

“Oh-fuck… Oh my fucking god... Fuck!” You cried out into the skin of his neck, the sound of your voice mixing with his low groans and the slapping of skin.

“You fuckin like that?” He panted into your ear, his hips never stopping as you moaned non stop.

“Yes... Yes... Fuck, yes!” You cried out as his hands moved to spank your ass, hard. You almost screamed, the sting nearly sending you over the edge. It was so overwhelming, you didn’t fully realize just how close you were until that moment.

“Jesus… I think I'm gonna come…” You whimpered and his hand came down again hard on your ass, definitely leaving a red mark. Emmett held you so tight against his chest, holding you in place for his thick cock to slam into over and over.

“Come for me..” He looked right into your eyes with pure want in the blue of his irises. And as if on command… You did. 

Eyes squeezed shut so tight you saw lights, a whiny moan was born from the depths of your chest and your sweet, slick cunt clenched around him tight. Your legs couldn't stop shaking and your orgasm took over every single sense. All your being was just a giant orgasm that still could feel him pumping hard into you.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out in awe watching and feeling you succumb to all the pleasure. 

“Good girl..” He whispered, praising you right before capturing your lips in a hot kiss. “I'm coming too..” Even in your state, you could tell. His thrust had gotten sloppier and his breathing was much heavier. He wasn't able to hold back much longer. Inside the transparent latex, you felt him pulse and fill the material with his warm cum. He groaned, his arms held you tight and kept you there until the last drop was out.

Panting like you had just ran a marathon and with hearts beating fast, you laid there chest to chest. You put your forehead against his in a sweet moment, in response, his hand rubbed your back slowly.

 “Jesus… that was...” He whispered, still a little out of breath looking right into your eyes. You couldn't help but blush and put on a shy smile. 

“...the best sex i’ve ever had…” You softly finished his sentence. 

He pulled out slowly and sat up with you still pressed against his chest. His eyes studied your face for a minute before speaking.

“I think you may be a real cowgirl after all…” There was that sly smirk once more, one that made you return the sentiment and lean in with him for one last soft kiss.

Pinterest board with our visual inspo for this fic, made by @fuckiingloser

[kittydoodle]

[ID: 3 drawings of a tan skinned person with bright blue scene hair in various rave outfits featuring huge pants. First, she's sitting and making a heart with his hands, in a neon pink and purple outfit. Second is him dancing in a black, pink, and green fit, with a purple shirt with Gir from Invader Zim on it. Third, she's dancing in a light pink and purple fit, with a smiley belt chain, blue and white tail, and crop top that says, "fag" on it. The background is a rainbow gradient with various doodles such as smileys, the words, "Luvrboy" and "Luvr," and random shapes. End ID.]

my awesome headmate btw (she/he)

[atlasthegreatest]

Heat of the Moment / Ning Yizhou x Female Reader

Which, Ning Yizhou can't help but lose herself in the heat of the moment when a very attractive woman looks at her in the middle of a club. But at the end of the night, maybe it stopped just being a heat of the moment.

Word count: 6445

Warnings: Slightly explicit scene (heavy makeout). They can't stop keeping their hands off each other.

A/n: I wrote this while listening to “Into You” by Ariana Grande. Shitty description, maybe ill change it later.

The club was a swirling kaleidoscope of colors—neon pinks and deep blues pulsing with the rhythm of the bass that seemed to shake the ground beneath everyone’s feet. The energy in the air was electric, and NingNing could feel it seeping into her skin, setting every nerve alight. Tonight, she was just Ning Yi Zhuo, not the NingNing of Aespa. No stages, no cameras—just music, the haze of alcohol, and the promise of something more.

Her lips curved in a small, secretive smile as she sipped her drink, the ice clinking softly against the glass. She wore a fitted black crop top that shimmered under the strobe lights, paired with sleek leather pants that hugged her legs perfectly. Her hair fell in soft waves down her back, and her makeup—a smoky eye with a bold red lip—was just enough to remind herself that tonight was hers. No rules, no limits.

And then, she saw her.

Y/n leaned against the bar, one arm resting casually on the counter as she spoke to the bartender. There was something magnetic about the way she held herself—like she wasn't just a part of the night but the reason it was burning so bright. Y/n wore an oversized shirt that hung just right over her frame with a black jacket over it, paired with loose black pants and chain accessories that glinted under the dim lights. Confident without trying, effortlessly cool.

NingNing’s gaze lingered a second too long, just enough for the other woman to feel it. And when Y/n looked her way, that lazy grin forming on her lips, the air between them seemed to tighten, pulling her closer without a word.

NingNing felt her heartbeat quicken. This wasn’t the kind of moment she was supposed to chase. But something about the way that woman’s eyes locked with hers—like she knew exactly what game she was playing and was more than ready to join—made it impossible to resist.

With a flick of her hair, NingNing set down her drink and started toward the mysterious woman, each step deliberate, every sway of her hips in perfect rhythm with the music. The crowd melted away as she closed the distance between them, the heat of anticipation making her skin tingle.

When she reached her, she stopped just close enough for their shoulders to brush.

“You’ve been looking at me,” NingNing said softly, her voice smooth but playful, just loud enough for the woman to hear over the music.

Y/n leaned down slightly, her breath warm against the idol’s ear. “You noticed?”

NingNing’s lips curled. “Hard not to.”

The tension between them crackled, subtle but charged, like the space between a match and a flame. Y/n tilted her head, the glint in her eyes making it clear that she was all in, with no hesitation.

“Dance with me,” Y/n murmured, though it sounded less like a question and more like a dare.

NingNing’s heart raced, but she didn’t let it show. Instead, she gave the tall woman a look that said I’ve got you right where I want you, even though she wasn’t entirely sure who was leading who. “Alright,” she whispered, the word brushing against Y/n’s skin like silk.

Y/n took her hand, her fingers cool and steady against hers, and guided her onto the dance floor. The music shifted, slowing just slightly, a deep, sultry rhythm threading through the air.

And that’s when it started—something unspoken, something intoxicating.

NingNing pressed close, her body molding effortlessly to Y/n’s as the two of them moved in sync, lost in the music and each other. Y/n’s hands found her waist, drawing her closer, and NingNing could feel the heat of her touch even through the fabric of her clothes. Every movement was deliberate—her hips swaying against hers, Y/n’s breath on her neck—like the world outside this dance didn’t exist.

It wasn’t just the way Y/n moved; it was the way she looked at her like she knew exactly what this night could become. Every glance, every brush of skin, every shift of weight felt like a slow dive into something dangerous and thrilling.

The song melted into another, but neither of them stopped. It was as if the beat was the only thing keeping their feet grounded and the only thing stopping either of them from leaning in too far, too fast. And yet, the temptation was undeniable—just one kiss away from losing all control.

Y/n’s hand trailed up her spine, sending shivers in its wake, and she leaned down once again, her lips brushing the shell of NingNing’s ear. “Let’s get out of here.”

It wasn’t a request—it was an inevitability. And NingNing knew she wanted it just as much as the other woman did. Her breath hitched, her mind buzzing with the thrill of everything Y/n was about to do, everything she shouldn’t.

Without another word, NingNing nodded, her fingers lacing with Y/n’s as she slipped through the crowd like conspirators sharing a beautiful secret. The two of them pushed out into the cool night air, leaving behind the thrum of the club but carrying the same heat between them.

——————

The world outside felt surreal, the quiet hum of the city streets no match for the pulse still thrumming in her veins. Y/n looked at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and NingNing couldn’t help but smile—because somehow, she knew tonight was just the beginning.

Y/n tugged her closer, and without a second thought, NingNing let herself fall deeper into her—into this moment, into the spark they had ignited together. No past, no future, just now. And she was ready to burn for it.

“Where to?” she asked, her voice low, a playful challenge in her tone.

Y/n grinned, brushing a thumb over her hand. “Anywhere. As long as it’s with you.”

And that was all she needed to hear. The night stretched out before them, full of endless possibilities, and NingNing was more than ready to explore every one of them—with Y/n.

———————-

The streets felt different now— emptier as they belonged to Y/n and NingNing. There was a charge in the air, crackling between their linked hands, the unspoken promise of everything that could happen. The moonlight dripped over the pavement, illuminating the two of them like a spotlight in the dark.

Neither of them said much as they wandered away from the crowded nightlife, but the silence between them wasn’t awkward— it was electric, filled with the kind of tension that made every glance and every touch feel like a spark ready to ignite.

They walked side by side until Y/n found a secluded alleyway, just outside the reach of the city’s noise. NingNing stopped first, her back resting against the cool brick wall, the smirk on her lips matching the daring glint in her eyes.

“ You’re trouble,” she murmured, her gaze flicking over the tall woman, playful but serious.

Y/n took a step closer, bracing her hand on the wall beside the idol. “ Is that a bad thing?”

NingNing’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her fingers trailing lightly up Y/n’s forearm, sending shivers in their wake. “ No,” she whispered, “I like trouble.”

Before Y/n could respond, NingNing pulled her down by the collar of her shirt, her lips crashing into hers. The kiss was instant heat— no hesitation, no second-guessing. Just pure want. It was slow, deep, and unrelenting, the kind of kiss that left her dizzy, as if the world tilted, and all that remained was this moment between them.

Y/n’s hands slid over NingNing’s waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t a breath of space between their bodies. NingNing tasted sweetness and something darker— like she had been waiting all night for this, and now that she had it, she wasn’t going to let go.

NingNing’s fingers tangled in Y/n’s hair, tugging enough to draw a soft groan from her, and it only made the Chinese woman smile into the kiss. Y/n knew that smile— it was dangerous. Like she was enjoying every second of unraveling her. And Y/n likes it.

“Careful,” Y/n murmured against her lips, breathless. “You might regret this.”

NingNing’s laugh was soft, but her eyes glittered with challenge. “I don’t regret things I want.”

With that, she kissed Y/n again, fiercer this time, as if daring her to keep up with her pace. And Y/n did. She matched her intensity, each kiss becoming hungrier, more urgent like she was chasing something she knew she couldn’t hold on to but couldn’t resist anyway.

The world around them disappeared, and all that remained was the taste of NingNing, the press of her body, and the heat simmering between them. Time slipped away, lost in the rhythm of their shared breath and the way her hands explored every part of Y/n she could reach.

When they finally pulled away, gasping for air, their foreheads rested against each other. Both of them were breathless, their hearts pounding in sync like a song only the two of them could hear.

“Still think I’m trouble?” Y/n asked, grinning.

NingNing smirked, her thumb brushing lightly over Y/n’s lower lip. “ Absolutely”

Her gaze softened for a moment, just enough to make Y/n wonder what she was thinking— what was hiding behind that playful exterior. But before Y/n could ask, NingNing grabbed her hand again, pulling her away from the wall.

“Come on,” she said, her voice light but full of promise. “The night’s not over yet.”

And just like that, she was leading Y/n deeper into the night, as if everyone was part of a game only she knew the rules too. But Y/n didn’t care. She’d follow her anywhere.

The two of them wandered through the quiet streets, a pair of conspirators lost in the thrill of the unknown. The city felt alive beneath Y/n’s feet, but none of it mattered— only her, only now.

At some point, they found themselves at an overlook, where the skyline stretched wide and shimmering before them, like a sea of stars scattered across the earth. NingNing leaned against the railing, the cool breeze lifting her hair, and for a moment, she looked out over the city with a rare softness in her expression.

“This,” she whispered as if sharing a secret with Y/n. “This is what freedom feels like.”

Y/nleaned beside her, her shoulder brushing NingNing’s. “Does it?”

NingNing turned to Y/n, a spark dancing in her eyes. “Yeah. Just you, me, and the night.”

For a moment, they both stood there, the city buzzing quietly below while the world between them hummed with anticipation. And then, without warning, NingNing pulled Y/n toward her, her lips brushing her in a kiss that felt different— softer, slower. Like a promise that maybe, just maybe, the night didn’t have to end.

And at that moment, with NingNing pressed against her and the city lights flickering in the distance, Y/n knew she’d chase this feeling for as long as she let her.

Because with NingNing, nothing was guaranteed— except that every second with her would feel like diving headfirst into the fire. And somehow, that was exactly what Y/n wanted.

——————

The night stretched endlessly before them, like a dream they didn’t want to wake from. NingNing’s hand stayed firmly in Y/n’s as they both walked through the quiet streets, the world seeming smaller, more intimate—just the two of them and the night sky hanging low above.

NingNing was buzzing with life, radiating a kind of joy that made it impossible not to smile. Every time she glanced over at Y/n, her eyes sparkled mischievously, as if she was daring her to keep up. And Y/n would—wherever this night led, she’d follow her.

“You’re too quiet,” NingNing teased, swinging her hand playfully. “Second thoughts already?”

Y/n smirked. “Not a chance.”

The idol tilted her head, her grin widening. “Good.” Then, as if on impulse, NingNing spun toward Y/n, walking backward with that same reckless energy that had drawn the other woman in from the start. “So, tell me…” She bit her lip, drawing the words out just to watch Y/n’s reaction. “What are you thinking right now?”

Y/n stopped, pretending to consider her answer. “I think…” she leaned closer, her gaze steady on NingNing’s. “I think you like playing with fire.”

Her laugh was soft and dangerous, the kind of laugh that told Y/n she didn’t mind getting burned. “Maybe I do.”

Before she could respond, NingNing was tugging her along again, this time toward a narrow set of stairs tucked between two buildings. Y/n followed without hesitation, feeling the thrill of her unpredictability pull her deeper. At the top of the stairs was a rooftop garden—small but private, with fairy lights strung between potted plants and a few benches scattered about. It was quiet here, the sounds of the city far below, leaving only the breeze and the faint hum of the lights around them.

NingNing let go of Y/n’s hand and wandered toward the edge of the roof, where she rested her arms on the railing, her gaze drifting over the city skyline. Y/n followed her, drawn to the quietness of the moment—a rare softness beneath her playful exterior.

“Do you do this often?” Y/n asked, standing beside the short girl.

NingNing glanced at Y/n, her lips quirking upward. “What? Drag strangers through the city for no reason?”

“Something like that.”

Her smile softened, and for a moment, she looked almost shy—almost. “Not really,” she admitted, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I just… needed this tonight.”

Y/n understood what she meant without her having to say it aloud. The need to escape, to feel alive, to find a moment that belonged only to you. Y/n leaned her arms on the railing, the silence between them comfortable this time.

“I get it,” Y/n murmured. “Sometimes you need to forget everything else.”

NingNing nodded, her gaze still fixed on the city lights. Then, without warning, she turned toward the tall woman, her expression unreadable. “What if we don’t stop?”

Y/n blinked. “Don’t stop what?”

“This.” She gestured vaguely between the two of them. “What if we just keep going? No rules, no plans. Just… us, until the sun comes up.”

The way she said it—like it was both a challenge and an invitation—sent a thrill down Y/n’s spine. Y/n knew there was something reckless about the idea, but with NingNing looking at her like that, every reason to say no melted away.

“Okay,” Y/n whispered, her voice low but steady. “Let’s do it.”

NingNing’s smile was radiant, a spark of excitement flashing in her eyes. “I knew you’d say yes.”

Before Y/n could say anything else, she closed the distance between them, NingNing’s hands sliding up to cup her face. The kiss that followed was slower than before, but no less intense—a deliberate, lingering exploration that made it clear this wasn’t just about the rush. It was about savoring every second, every breath, every spark between them.

Y/n kissed her back just as slowly, her hands settling on NingNing’s waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. The rooftop, the city, the world—it all faded away, leaving only the two of them tangled together under the night sky.

When they finally pulled apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting together. NingNing’s eyes stayed closed for a moment longer as if holding onto the feeling a little longer before the world could intrude again.

“You’re dangerous,” Y/n murmured, brushing her thumb lightly over her cheek.

NingNing smiled, her eyes fluttering open to meet Y/n’s. “I know.”

They both stayed like that for a while—wrapped in the moment, in each other, in the unspoken promise of everything the night still had to offer. There was no need to rush. The sun was still hours away, and the night felt endless.

And somehow, Y/n knew that no matter where the night took them next, she’d follow her—into the fire, into the unknown, into everything and nothing at all. Because with NingNing, the only thing that mattered was now.

——————-

The sky had begun to shift—inky black softening into dark purple, the first signs of dawn creeping along the horizon. The night was slowly slipping away, but neither of them had spoken about it. It was easier to pretend that time didn’t matter when you were still wrapped up in the warmth of each other’s presence.

NingNing leaned against Y/n’s shoulder in the car, her breath soft and steady. The hum of the engine and the quiet city streets felt like a lullaby, making it almost too easy to imagine that the night could last forever. She wasn’t asleep, but she was close—her hand resting lazily on Y/n’s thigh, her fingers tracing absent patterns against the fabric of the taller woman’s pants.

“I don’t want to go back yet,” she murmured, her voice low and drowsy.

Y/n smiled, glancing at NingNing as she turned down a quiet street. “I know.”

NingNing sighed, closing her eyes for a moment as if savoring the last bits of freedom the night had given her. Eventually, she shifted slightly, her fingers tightening around Y/n’s in a quiet goodbye to the wildness of the night.

“They’ll be awake,” she said, half-groaning. “They’ll never let me live this down.”

Y/n chuckled softly. “We can keep driving if you want. Find somewhere else to hide.”

NingNing lifted her head, giving Y/n a playful, tired smile. “Tempting. But I’ll run out of excuses sooner or later.”

Y/n turned into the parking lot of her dorm, the building looming quietly in the early morning light. The parking spot she found was tucked into a corner, almost like it was trying to hide along with them.

For a moment, neither of them moved. The car stays running, the soft thrum of the engine filling the space between them. NingNing gave Y/n a look—half amused, half reluctant—as if she wanted her to be the one to say what came next.

“Well,” Y/n began softly, “we made it through the night.”

She smiled, but it was bittersweet. “Barely.”

Her hand lingered on Y/n’s for another second, as if anchoring herself before she let go. Y/n knew that the moment she stepped out of the car, the magic of the night would dissolve—just another wild, beautiful memory.

“Thanks for… everything,” she said, her voice softer now. There was a vulnerability in the way she looked at Y/n like the NingNing she’d seen on stage was peeling back to reveal something more.

“Anytime,” Y/n whispered. And she meant it.

NingNing hesitated, then leaned in one last time, pressing a kiss to Y/n’s cheek. “You’re dangerous too,” she whispered with a grin before slipping out of the car, leaving the withered woman stunned and breathless.

Y/n watched as she made her way to the entrance, the door to her dorm building illuminated by a faint glow. Just as she was about to punch in the key code, the door swung open—and out stepped Giselle, looking wide awake, with a knowing smirk already forming on her face.

“Well, well,” Giselle drawled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Look who decided to come home.”

NingNing groaned, dragging a hand over her face. “Please, unnie. Don’t start.”

But Giselle wasn’t about to let this one slide. “Who’s the getaway driver?” she asked, peeking over NingNing’s shoulder and spotting you through the windshield. A mischievous glint sparkled in her eyes. “You had a night, didn’t you?”

NingNing shot her a glare, but there was no real heat behind it. “I’m going to bed,” she muttered, brushing past her.

Before NingNing could escape inside, Karina and Winter appeared from around the corner, both of them in hoodies and slippers, clearly having waited up for her.

Winter gave a sleepy yawn but managed a sly grin. “Told you she’d come home with a story.”

Karina tilted her head, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “I didn’t think it’d come with a chauffeur, though.”

NingNing groaned dramatically, throwing her hands in the air. “Can I please get inside without the peanut gallery?”

Giselle smirked, leaning casually against the doorframe. “You can, but you owe us details. Later.”

As the girls giggled and teased her, NingNing shot Y/n a glance through the car window, her eyes sparkling with exhaustion and amusement. She gave the other woman a small wave, mouthing the words, I’ll text you.

Y/n nodded, smiling softly as she watched NingNing disappear inside with her members. Even from the car, she could hear snippets of their playful banter—Karina telling her to “be more discreet next time,” Winter asking if the night was worth the teasing she was about to endure, and Giselle reminding everyone that NingNing’s mischief was long overdue.

The door finally closed behind them, leaving Y/n alone in the stillness of the morning. Y/n sat there for a moment longer, the events of the night replaying in her mind like a film she didn’t want to end.

And as she drove away from the dorm, the first light of dawn creeping over the horizon, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Because somewhere between the crowded club, the stolen kisses, and the quiet moments beneath the city lights, she’d found something with NingNing—something wild, fleeting, and real. And she knew, without a doubt, that if NingNing ever called again, she’d be there in a heartbeat.

The night might be over, but with her, there would always be another. And Y/n couldn’t wait.

Bonus Chapter:

The next morning, NingNing woke up to the sound of her phone buzzing insistently against the pillow beside her. She groaned, squinting at the bright screen. The group chat was blowing up.

Giselle: Good morning, Miss I-Won’t-Regret-Anything.

Winter: So, did you at least kiss them goodbye?

Karina: Still can’t believe we caught you sneaking back in like a rom-com character.

Giselle: Right? If she’d waited two more minutes, we would’ve missed it.

Winter: Timing is everything, babe.

NingNing buried her face in the pillow, groaning loudly. They weren’t going to let this go.

With a sigh, she rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The dorm was quiet now—Karina was probably doing yoga, Winter was most likely glued to her phone, and Giselle… well, Giselle was probably planning even more ways to torment NingNing about last night.

She shuffled out of her room and into the kitchen, where Winter was perched on the countertop, scrolling on her phone with an evil grin plastered across her face. As soon as she spotted NingNing, she held the phone up like a trophy.

“You’re a legend, by the way,” Winter said, smirking. “Look at this.”

On the screen was a blurry picture taken from inside the dorm lobby—the exact moment NingNing had stepped out of Y/n’s car.

NingNing groaned, trying to swipe the phone out of Winter’s hands. “Who even took that?!”

Winter dodged her, laughing. “A fan probably. The caption says ‘NingNing spotted arriving home at dawn. New love interest?’ You’re trending, babe.”

“Great,” NingNing muttered sarcastically, running a hand through her hair. “Just what I needed.”

Giselle strutted into the kitchen, still in her pajamas, clearly enjoying every second of NingNing’s misery. “You were practically glowing when you got home. Don’t try to deny it.”

“I was tired,” NingNing shot back, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. “Not glowing.”

Karina wandered in next, looking far too zen for someone who had been waiting up just hours ago. She gave NingNing a small, knowing smile. “You should have told us if you were planning a night adventure. We would’ve covered for you.”

NingNing groaned, plopping down at the kitchen table. “You guys are the worst.”

“Oh, come on.” Giselle nudged her playfully. “We’re just happy for you. It’s about time you had some fun.”

Winter’s smirk grew even wider. “So… Are you gonna see them again, or was this a one-night thing?”

NingNing’s cheeks flushed. She hated how easily her members could read her, but there was no point in pretending otherwise. “I don’t know,” she mumbled, fiddling with the cap of her water bottle. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Karina repeated with a teasing lilt. “That’s not the NingNing we saw last night. Where’s the confidence?”

NingNing rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smile creeping onto her lips. “Okay, fine. Yes. I’ll probably see her again.”

Giselle clapped her hands together, clearly delighted. “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

Winter leaned in with a wicked grin. “When you do, tell her to park farther from the dorm next time. We don’t need the whole fandom knowing about your secret rendezvous.”

“Shut up,” NingNing muttered, though she couldn’t help but laugh along with them.

She didn’t mind their teasing—not really. It was all part of their dynamic, and deep down, she knew they were just looking out for her in their chaotic way.

Her phone buzzed again, and she glanced down to see a text from you.

Y/n: Hope you made it through the teasing. Miss me yet?

NingNing bit her lip, trying to hide the smile that spread across her face. She typed back quickly.

NingNing: Not sure yet. Might need another night to decide.

As soon as she hit send, she felt the familiar thrill creep back into her chest. The night might have been over, but this thing between them? It was just getting started.

Winter caught the look on NingNing’s face and gave her a smug grin. “Yup. She’s gone.”

Giselle high-fived her from across the kitchen. “We called it.”

Karina just smiled knowingly. “You’d better bring snacks next time, though. That’s the tax for making us worry all night.”

NingNing laughed, rolling her eyes. “You guys are impossible.”

But she didn’t mind. With her members by her side—and the promise of another wild night on the horizon—NingNing felt lighter, freer, and more herself than she had in a long time.

And she couldn’t wait to see where the next adventure with you would take her.

———————

Days passed, but the buzz from that night lingered in the back of NingNing’s mind. The stolen moments, the thrill of the unknown, and the way Y/n’s hand fit perfectly in hers replayed like a favorite song on repeat. She’d catch herself smiling for no reason, lost in the memory, only to be pulled back to reality by teasing glances from the other girls.

Her phone chimed again as she scrolled through messages during a rare free afternoon.

Y/n: What are you doing tonight?

The corners of her lips tugged upward, and without thinking, she replied.

NingNing: Depends. Are we doing something stupid?

Y/n responded almost instantly.

Y/n: Of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

She bit her lip, excitement bubbling under her skin.

Y/n: I’ll be there at midnight. Same place.

NingNing knew she was in trouble. The smart thing would’ve been to stay in, get some rest—maybe catch up on some sleep.

——————-

The smart thing would’ve been to stay in, but NingNing wasn’t looking for smart—she was looking for Y/n. And as midnight approached, her heart raced at the thought of whatever the other woman had planned this time.

By 11:30, she was already dressed. She kept it simple: an oversized hoodie, ripped jeans, and a black baseball cap to keep things low-key. As she laced up her sneakers, Giselle popped her head into NingNing’s room, raising an eyebrow.

“Midnight adventure again?” Giselle asked, smirking.

NingNing shot her a playful glare. “Don’t start.”

Giselle leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, thoroughly enjoying the show. “You could at least pretend you’re sneaking out. It’s way more fun that way.”

NingNing rolled her eyes, tugging her cap lower over her face. “You guys are like evil siblings.”

“Just looking out for you,” Giselle said with a grin. “Try not to get caught by fans this time, yeah?”

“No promises.” NingNing grabbed her phone and slipped it into her hoodie pocket. “And don’t wait up.”

She padded through the dorm, careful not to wake Karina and Winter, who were sprawled across the couch in their pajamas, watching a drama half-asleep. Karina gave a sleepy wave as NingNing passed. “Be safe,” she mumbled, not even bothering to ask where she was going.

NingNing slipped out of the building just as Y/n’s car pulled into the parking lot. The sight of Y/n waiting there sent a shiver of excitement through her. She jogged over and opened the passenger door, sliding in with a grin.

“You’re early,” she teased, clicking her seatbelt.

Y/n gave her a playful look. “So are you.”

The engine purred to life as Y/n pulled out of the lot, the city lights blurring in the distance. “I figured we could keep it simple tonight,” she said, her voice warm in the quiet of the car. “I know a spot. Thought you might like it.”

“Simple?” NingNing repeated, arching a brow. “That doesn’t sound like you.”

Y/n smirked. “Don’t worry. It’s still dangerous enough.”

The roads were quieter than usual, the streets glowing with the muted amber of streetlights. With the windows cracked just enough to let the cool night air sweep in, NingNing closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the calm that only seemed to come when she was with Y/n.

“So, where are we going?” she asked after a few minutes, her voice light with curiosity.

Y/n glanced over at NingNing briefly, her expression unreadable. “You’ll see.”

There was something about the way she said it—like a promise, soft and full of possibility—that made NingNing’s heart race. She didn’t ask again. She was content to let Y/n lead, the same way she’d been content to follow Y/n through the night last time.

Eventually, Y/n pulled onto a winding road that led to a secluded hill overlooking the city. When the car stopped, NingNing leaned forward, taking in the view. The city stretched out below, shimmering with lights that flickered like stars. It was breathtaking, quiet, and private—the kind of place that felt like it belonged to the two of them alone.

“Wow,” NingNing whispered, her breath catching slightly.

Y/n smiled, pleased with her reaction. “Figured you’d like it.”

NingNing unbuckled her seatbelt and climbed out of the car, walking toward the edge of the hill. The breeze tugged gently at her hoodie as she stood there, taking it all in.

Y/n joined her, her shoulder brushing against the Chinese idol. For a moment, neither of them spoke content in the shared silence. It felt like they had found a pocket of the world untouched by time—just the two of them beneath the stars, with nothing to interrupt the moment.

“This,” NingNing said softly, “is perfect.”

Y/n turned to her, her gaze lingering on the curve of her smile. “You’re perfect.”

NingNing looked up at Y/n, her expression caught between surprise and amusement. “Smooth.”

Y/n grinned. “Had to try.”

NingNing shook her head, but there was no hiding the warmth in her eyes. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Anything you want,” the tall woman whispered, her voice low, intimate.

NingNing’s breath hitched slightly, the tension between them crackling like electricity. And just like before, the world around Y/n melted away as NingNing leaned in, closing the distance between them.

The kiss was slow and sweet, filled with everything the night couldn’t put into words. Her hands slid up to Y/n’s neck, fingers tangling in her hair as Y/n pulled her closer, holding on like the moment might slip through her fingers if she let go.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“This feels dangerous,” NingNing whispered, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Y/n chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Good. I was hoping it would.”

The two of them stood there for a while longer, the city lights twinkling below like tiny promises waiting to be kept. Neither of them was in a hurry to leave.

Eventually, NingNing sighed, though her smile remained. “If I sneak back in and the girls catch me again, they’re never going to let this go.”

Y/n smirked. “Worth it?”

NingNing laughed quietly, the sound soft and warm. “Yeah. Worth it.”

And at that moment, under the stars with Y/n by her side, NingNing knew she’d follow this feeling wherever it took her—no matter how many teasing texts or blurry fan photos came with it.

Because some things, she realized, were just too good to resist. And this—whatever this was—was one of them.

———————-

The night stretched on, the kind of night that makes you forget morning even exists. Y/n and NingNing stayed on that hill far longer than they should have, talking, laughing, and stealing kisses under the stars. But eventually, the weight of reality crept in. It was getting late—or early— and they both knew it was time to head back before the city woke up and prying eyes made things complicated.

The drive back to the dorms was filled with soft music and stolen glances. NingNing rested her hand on Y/n’s as the latter drove, her thumb lazily tracing circles along her skin. Every touch from her felt like a promise— one that the night wasn’t quite over yet.

By the time Y/n pulled into the dorm parking lot, the sky was still dark, save for a faint purple hue at the horizon’s edge. Y/n parked close to the entrance, the glow from the building’s lights casting long shadows over the car.

As she cut the engine, neither of them made a move to get out. NingNing shifted in her seat to face Y/n, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I should probably go,” she whispered, though her body language said the opposite.

Y/n grinned, leaning closer. “Probably.”

She didn’t move. Neither did Y/n.

And then, as if on cue, the space between them vanished. NingNing leaned in, her lips meeting Y/n’s in a slow, lingering kiss— one that was filled with all the things neither of them had said aloud. Y/n’s hand found its way to the back of her neck, pulling her closer as NingNing’s fingers curled into the fabric of Y/n’s hoodie.

“I really should go,” the short girl murmured against Y/n’s lips, though she did not attempt to leave.

“Mm-hmm,” the tall woman whispered back, capturing NingNing’s mouth again in a way that made her giggle softly.

The moment unraveled, becoming less of a goodbye and more of a final, stolen indulgence. NingNing shifted, and before either of them could stop it, she was pressed against the side of the car, Y/n’s hands on her waist as the tall woman kissed her deeper. NingNing responded eagerly, her body arching into Y/n’s, lost in the heat and thrill of the moment.

That’s when it happened.

The sound of the front door creaking open— loud and unmistakable in the still night air.

“Oh, my God!”

They both froze, their lips still inches apart, caught red-handed— or more accurately, red-lipped. Slowly, they turned to the source of the voice.

There they were: Giselle, Karina, and Winter, standing in the doorway in various states of sleepwear. Giselle had her phone out, already pointing it at the two of you like she was recording a scene from a reality show. Winter looked half-awake, a sleepy grin spreading across her face, while Karina just folded her arms with an amused, knowing expression.

“Oh, no,” NingNing muttered under her breath, her cheeks burning as she buried her face against Y/n’s chest.

“Don’t stop on our account,” Giselle said, trying— and failing— to stifle her laughter. “We were enjoying the show.”

“You guys,” NingNing groaned, still hiding her face. “Please tell me this is a bad dream.”

Winter yawned, leaning against the doorframe. “Nope. Very real. And very entertaining.”

Karina arched a brow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You know the front door has cameras, right?”

NingNing pulled back just enough to glare at her members, though she was still pressed close against Y/n. “ I hate you all.”

“You love us,” Giselle sang, clearly delighted by the situation.

Y/n tried to keep her composure, but it was hard not to laugh along with them. “So…this is awkward.”

“Awkward for you.” Giselle quipped. “Hilarious, for us.”

NingNing groaned again, giving Y/n a look that said, This is your fault too. But the other woman could see the sparkle in her eyes— she was embarrassed, sure, but she was also fighting back laughter.

Karina, ever the responsible leader, finally stepped in. “Alright, alright. Let’s get inside before someone does see and post this.” She gave NingNing a teasing smile. “We’ll save the interrogation for later.”

As the other girls headed back inside— still chuckling and whispering— NingNing turned back to Y/n, her face still flushed.

“Well,” she said with a rueful grin. “ that was a disaster.”

Y/n grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. “ Not entirely. I’d say it was worth it.

NingNing rolled her eyes, but the smile on her lips was undeniable. “ You’re unbelievable.”

Y/n leaned in one last time, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “Text me when you’re done getting roasted.”

“Better believe I will,” NingNing muttered with a playful grin, slipping out of Y/n’s grasp.

As she jogged toward the entrance, Giselle called back over her shoulder, “Goodnight, lovebirds! Or should I say, good morning?”

NingNing shot Y/n one last glance, her smile lingering even as she shook her head in mock exasperation.

And as the door swung shut behind her, leaving Y/n alone in the parking lot, she couldn’t help but laugh. Because even if the night didn’t end as quietly as she’d planned, it was still perfect in its own chaotic, ridiculous way.

And something told her there’d be many more nights like this to come.

[chez-cinnamon]

Regarding the clothes ask what style of clothes would you think everyone would naturally lean towards?

I’ll probably get to sketching them at some point but:

- Pomni leans towards a mix of casual and elegant, depending on what the event of the day calls for; if it’s a more casual day like hanging out in the bedrooms or going out to the carnival or lake, she opts for vivid primary colours (with purple accents to represent Kinger lol), shirts/sweaters with big puffy sleeves, comfy pants and butterfly shaped ribbons. She also sometimes just wears her jester hat as if it were hair bc she thinks it’s funny sometimes. When the day calls for something more elegant and regal, she likes to wear smoking suits, lots of dark purple fabric to accent red, blue and white accessories or pants, hair often styled into braids or buns. She gravitates more to feminine suits than dresses. She also has a liking towards leotards due to how freeing movements are.

- Kinger and Queenie are more traditional with regal aesthetics. Kinger’s wardrobe is more samey with frilly boleros, elegant corsets and waistcoats, fancy tight pants that are still good enough to run around in, even some knight armour thrown in sometimes, all in different shades of purple. Queenie’s wardrobe is full of various elegant dresses and smoking suits, more modern and complementary to her figure, a lot of florals, tight around the legs, as well as leotards to match Pomni, all in red. They both share lots of golden accents and accessories, and they both have some more casual clothes and gardening attire.

- Caine’s wardrobe is always growing, as he’s starting to learn a more casual style. He loves his basic red and yellow ringmaster look and the variations he has, but he enjoys cozier clothes on slower days. He likes sweaters, sweater vests, dress shirts, cardigans and slippers, he loves feeling cozy!! But he shares similar tastes to Kinger as well.

- I HC Ragatha as being a farm girl before she got sucked into TADC, so a lot of her outfits are very inspired by cottagecore and farmer’s girl outfits: flowy dresses, summer hats, floral shirt tied up into a crop top, the whole nine yards. She likes a lot of her outfits in pastel blues, covered in patchwork of all sorts.

- Jax likes 2000s casual fashion and streetwear. Think the skater boy next door: dirty sneakers, graphic tee over a long sleeve white shirt, baggy pants with chains on, beanies and necklaces. He also likes a lot of hoodies and sweatpants, all in purples, pinks and yellows.

- Gangle gives off big ballet girl vibes with a mix of Japanese subcultures. Oversized shirts to wear as dresses, jackets that look way too big on her, outfits akin to ballet attire, lots of ribbons and pastels mixed with neon colours. I also HC Gangle as genderfluid, bc I love how masc she looked in the Japanese TADC cafe advert, so I can see her in blockier clothes like her attire from that ad but still retaining that ballet/kawaii vibe. Also a fun fact about GM!Gangle’s outfits is that a lot of them are long pieces of ribbon that can attach to the back of her mask and wrap around her to form a more solid body and outfits, but she still wears regular clothing bc it’s not really warm only wearing ribbons.

- Zooble is a HUGE fan of scenecore aesthetics, as well as emo culture and maximalist fashion. Like with their Zooble parts, anything can go; they like to layer clothes, clash patterns, customise their parts with mementos from adventures, create hair-like extensions to wear on their head. They don’t have any colour preferences, they accept anything lol

[belovedwhore]

pretty boy pt 4

ethan landry x reader

warnings: smut, little bit of plot, slight nipple play, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation

notes: sorry i’ve been gone for a while but i’m back and i come bearing gifts. i hope you enjoy this cuz i grinded this shit outttt. anyways enough chit chat please enjoy and indulge you ethan obsession below

also he was at econ

pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6

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it’d been almost a week since the party and the morning after where you and ethan had hooked up. you guys haven’t done anything since, not really having time between your opposing classes or any opportunities to sneak away from your friend group when you all hung out. but you’d see him tonight at yet another frat party chad was dragging your friend group to.

“chad what are you a frat boy now,” you asked while your friend group walked campus, making your way back to your apartments to get ready for the party.

it was already 7:30pm and you guys wanted to meet up again around 9pm to walk to the party together.

“fits the role, i mean look at him he’s a curly headed himbo,” tara teased.

“hey i’m not a frat boy,” chad argued, “but… if i were that wouldn’t be a bad thing ya know not all of them are douchey assholes.”

“yea, only ones named chad,” mindy chimed.

“oh fuck off,” he scoffed as the rest of us laughed.

after like twenty more minutes you arrived at tara’s apartment building. you held the door as mindy, tara, and anika headed inside. chad was going to head to his dorm to get ready and come back later.

“see you later,” he spoke as he started to leave.

“oh wait,” you stopped him, “is ethan coming tonight?”

he smirked at your question, making kissy faces teasingly as you inquired about your “friend”.

“oh fuck off is he or not?”

“yea he’ll be there but later than us, he has a late econ class tonight so he’s coming on his own,” chad finally answered.

“ok, good,” you replied nodding to yourself.

“well i’ll be back,” he said heading for the door, “see you soon sex demon.”

this goddamn nickname, fucking tara.

as promised chad returned about an hour later and you guys all left for the party. it wasn’t too far a walk, just fifteen from tara’s apartment. the theme for the party was neon so you opted for a white crop top with a neon pink skirt. the other girls pretty much went for the same thing just a different variety of colors. and of course our beloved himbo went for the sleeveless route with a pair of neon blue shorts. the five of you arrived at the house and were let into the party. it was a house party, nothing too crazy but there were a lot more people than usual, the lighting dim in the living room with blue leds around. anika and mindy left to go find a spot on a couch somewhere, they enjoyed people watching at these things. you, tara, and chad spotted a table of jell-o shots, each taking down three. you guys talked as the alcohol started to affect you, dancing and singing to the music. after a while you guys headed to kitchen to get some more to drink. the lighting was better in the kitchen as the three of you took three shots of vodka together. as you slightly zoned out you felt the shots start to warm your skin as you had just downed your sixth of the night, giggling with tara fumbling for a drink to carry around. snapping you out of your daze was a yell that came from chad.

“ethan,” he screamed across the island over the loud music, “you made it.”

ethan made his way to over to the them on the other side of the island, slightly stumbling.

he drunkenly laughed, “hey guysss, look it’s my friends!”

he wrapped his arms around the three of you, well as best as he could. you weren’t exactly sure how he was already drunk and better yet a little drunker than you.

“ethan buddy,” chad laughed, “when’d you get here and how are you so fucked up?”

“i’m not ‘fucked up’ chad,” he playfully punched him, “just slightly buzzed, and some guys from my class said they were coming here too and invited me to pregame.”

“pregaming wow,” tara gasped patting him on the shoulder, “who are you.”

you laughed at her exaggeration, tara was quite outspoken well more than usual and touchy when she drank, very similar to you.

she chirped, “chad come with me we’re gonna go kick ass at pong,” grabbing his hand leading him into the crowd.

“you mean i’m gonna kick ass at pong while you stand there looking hot,” he scoffed, allowing himself to be dragged away leaving you and ethan alone in the busy kitchen.

his hand began to dance along your waist tracing the exposed skin, sending chills up your body.

“i haven’t seen you in a while,” he told you, moving closer so you could hear him clearly.

“i know,” you swiftly answered.

“i’ve missed you, you know, in more ways than one,” he trailed off, his hand reaching up your back.

“oh really,” you inquired, “you’re cute like this.”

“like what.”

“drunk and talkative and touching me.”

“oh i-i could do more of that, hmm” he whispered moving closer to your face.

“mhmm i’d really like that-,” you rushed out kissing him quickly.

you both melted into the kiss, having not seen each other for days, longing for each others touch. ethan took control for the first time in this kiss. you felt him bite your bottom lip slightly, pulling it and using this as an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. his tongue explored the depths of your mouth, eager to know you better. you moaned into the kiss, pulling him closer to you by his waist when suddenly you felt him pull away. you were both breathing heavily, his lips were red and plump from your kiss and you only wanted to do it again.

“upstairs,” he spoke, taking your hand and leading you to any empty room.

took about four tries but finally you found an unlocked and unoccupied room, rushing inside. as you entered the room ethan quickly resumed your kiss walking you back until the back of your legs hit the bed and you both fell atop of it. he hovered above you kissing you strongly and massaging your thigh. he brought your leg to his waist, grinding onto your center as he moved his lips to your neck. he kissed your earlobe, sucking marks into your skin that were sure to be seen tomorrow. you whimpered as he nipped at your neck, licking stripes after irritating the area.

“e-ethan,” you moaned, gripping his hair tightly.

moving your hand down his body you reached his clothed cock, hidden under his joggers. you began to palm him through the material, massaging his hardening member as he trembled above you. then you felt him grab your wandering hand and move it above your head, now straddling your hips.

breathing heavily he removed his own hand, moving his lips down your chest, pressing quick, wet kisses to your collarbone and down the valley of your chest. he rubbed your tits through your shirt and bra, peeling back the layers to reveal your plump tits and hardened nipples to the air. he immediately attached his lips to one nipple while playing with the other, rolling it between his fingers, pinching it. you squirmed under his body, yearning for any type of friction to help relieve pressure on the knot forming inside of you as he tended to you nipples. he switched to the other, swirling his tongue around the bud sucking on it. you jolted under him as he pinched and pulled at your chest, the fleeting pain soothed by the lick of his tongue.

“you are so fucking hot,” ethan groaned into your abdomen, kissing farther and farther down.

he reached your skirt, looking up to you for permission to take it off which you granted by helping him take them off. he now knelt on the ground in front of you on the bed, legs spread in front of him bearing your clothed cunt. he placed your legs over his shoulders, resting his head between your thighs, breathing directly on your cunt.

“ethan p-please,” you whined, moving your hips, pushing your mound closer to him begging him to do something, anything.

he pressed his thumb on your slit, running it through your clothed folds. you could feel his breath on your cunt, laughing to himself as he teased you. he found your clit, massaging it under his finger feeling it enlarge. taking a deep breath you quickly lightly kicked ethan onto the floor before removing your panties yourself since he clearly had no plan to anytime soon.

“stop fucking around,” you cursed breathlessly now sitting up on the bed with your legs spread.

you took off your shirt and bra, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. ethan still lay on the floor looking up at your now fully naked body. he was basically salivating at the lips, moving closer to you as you started moving your hands towards your bundle of nerves. you reached your cunt, dipping your fingers in one swipe making you moan loudly at the sensitivity of your nerves. ethan approached again, kneeling between your legs heading straight for your cunt. he licked between your folds as you lay back on your arms watching him.

“oh my god,” you moaned.

“y-you’re so wet,” he whispered between your legs, delving back into your pussy.

he placed his entire mouth on your heat, flicking his tongue between your folds, collecting your fluids. he sucked on your clit strongly, gripping your hips, keeping you close to his face. you dropped on the bed unable to hold yourself up any longer. whining under his touch, you grinded your pussy on his face eager for more.

“ethan fuck i-i,” you stuttered as he attacked your clit, “so good.”

he groaned at your praise, sending vibrations through your body as his mouth was attached to your heat. you could feel the bundle of nerves become tighter in tighter in your core, close to unraveling.

“m’ so close pretty boy,” you moaned out with a string of profanities.

suddenly you felt his tongue enter inside of you, licking the inside of your walls and you nearly came right there. you gasped, the feeling shocking you as you moaned with pleasure.

“don’t- don’t stop,” you pleaded although it was clear ethan had no intention of doing that.

he gripped your hips tighter, pushing his tongue deeper into your cunt, fucking you with it. you squirmed in his hold, struggling to keep yourself composed as you rapidly approached your high. your legs trembled on his shoulders as you started to lose strength in your limbs. fucking you harder and faster with his tongue you lost all composure and came hard. you released all over his tongue and mouth as he rode you through your high, still attached to your sensitive heat. your legs trembled, falling limp as your body shook with your orgasm, ripping through every part of you.

“ethan,” you groaned weakly, “fucking hell.”

you pulled him off of your cunt by slightly tugging on his hair, the overstimulation getting to be too much. he crawled up to your position on the bed, kissing your forehead and all around your face with your juices lathered across his face.

“good?” he asked as if you weren’t violently cumming in that very mouth sixty seconds ago.

“really fucking good,” you answered quietly.

“can you do it again?” he whispered, reaching his fingers down to toy with your pussy.

“you-” you gasped as he ran his fingers through your overly sensitive folds, “m’not gonna be able to walk.”

“i’m strong, i’ll carry you.”

“you’re not gonna fucking ca-,” you spoke interrupt by two of his fingers stretching your cunt.

“cmon for me,” he whispered, “for your pretty boy.”

you couldn’t deny the pleasure, as you nodded for him to continue fucking you with his fingers. he started slow, curling them inside you while observing your face contort at the stimulation. he kissed you softly as he began to fuck into you faster, curling deeper and harder into your already sensitive cunt. you moaned into the kiss, now opened mouthed looking at his fingers move in and out of you. as your head rolled back from the familiar building pressure in your cunt ethan placed kisses along your neck, sucking marks into the skin and whispering sweet nothings into your ear,

“gonna cum in my pants,” he breathed into your ear, “y-you’re too much.”

his words spurred you on as you rolled your hips against his fingers chasing your second release of the night. for the final time ethan increased his pace, now ramming his finger deeply into your cunt. the sound was obscene as his fingers rapidly entered your cunt still filled with your previous release along with your new arousal. you whimpered under his touch,

“oh my, fuck fuck,” you yelled, approaching your high.

ethan kissed you as your second orgasm ripped through you. you pushed his hand out of you, unable to take the overstimulation again. he rubbed your legs as they twitched while you came. your breath was heavy, unable to take the orgasms you’d reached in the span of five minutes. you turned your head towards him, kissing him weakly with all the strength you had.

“only you, pretty boy,” you spoke breathlessly, “only fucking you.”

he helped you sit up as you needed to get dressed.

“i was nervous,” he told you as he fetched your clothes from all over the room, “never done that before.”

“be nervous more then cause you nearly fucking killed me.”

he looked worried before you clarified, “in a good way.”

“ohhh, kay good,” he smiled kissing all over your face before helping you dressed.

you put on your bra and top okay. but you let ethan put on your skirt and panties because of the current state of your legs. he kneeled on one knee, letting you hold his shoulders as you stepped into your panties and he pulled them up your legs, same with the skirt.

“ok, let’s go everyone is probably looking for us,” you said as you stepped forward but faltered.

he caught you by your hips, laughing at your inability to really walk on your own.

you lightly punched him in the shoulder, “this isn’t funny, you did this to me. what are we supposed to tell everyone?”

“i don’t know,” he shrugged still smiling.

“oh fuck you,” you scoffed turning around, “now help me out of here.”

ethan hurried to your side, opening the door and guiding the two of you out of the room.

[bearyzdiary]

Hellooo 👋 I know you’re busy with other requests but I can’t help with this idea

With hyperpink girly reader (gender neutral Ofc or your choice) though they may seem mean to others but is really nice to Simon, very affectionate to him (covering his face with pink lip gloss marks) , and protective too. Chase Simon’s bullies away with their neon pink platform heels.

I’ve been obsessing with pink x emo dynamic

Take however long you want!! Thanks for reading this and I hope you’ll have a good day/night ✊

Bubblegum

Simon x reader

This diary entry contains…established relationship | Talk of poor mental health | mentions of bullying | reader is a icon | Simon is just Simon | just the two of you being cuties | slight obsessive behavior

Simon was a loser and you were the popular icon of the college you both went to.Your style was so pretty and colorful,Mostly pink but any color would fit you.

You met Simon on your first day when you needed help finding the girls restroom to re-do your lip combo.He instantly fell in love with you.

He soon enough made a big enough of move to get closer to you and you guys ended up getting close to each other to start dating blah blah blah!

Once you guys got close enough he confessed about how he was struggling with poor mental health and was a main target for bullying.

You never liked them.You use to be a target for bullying until you kinda just snapped and told them off.You were left alone after that and ever since then you been helping people who get bullied.

You sat on his bed as he cleaned up his floor.You had came over to listen to him vent and to help him with some English because he needed an idea of what to write.

“People are so shitty sometimes Simon,but you gotta ignore them and show them you don’t care! They’re just a bunch of self projecting losers”You say while fixing your digital camera.

Simon nodded before shrugging.He didn’t have the confidence like you did.You made yourself known while he kinda just stood on the side lines and supported you.”come here”you say gently as you place your camera on Simon’s windowsill.

Simon got up from his spot on the floor and made his way towards you.he sat next to you before staring into your eyes.You grab the sides of his stubble covered face and plant small kisses all over his face.

You had applied some cute pink lipgloss a couple of minutes earlier so you left sticky lipgloss kiss marks.You giggled at your work before grabbing your camera and snapping a quick photo of Simon.

He started down at your lap before smiling.”You’re so so so so soo handsome babe.Im kinda glad some girls don’t you like you because now I can have you all to myself!”You joke as you place a couple more kisses on his face.

Simon feels his face get red as he hides his face in his hands.Girls never were into him as much as your were.He had Sophie yeah but Sophie only saw him as a friend

You were different.unlike Sophie,you didn’t leave him but you stayed with him and comforted him.When Sophie rejected him and made up the excuse she had to go,You stayed with him the whole entire night listening to him vent.

Simon and Sophie are still I guess you could call them friends but he doesn’t talk with her anymore as much.He has you!When Simon does talk to Sophie he mostly talks about his life and how you made it much better.

People still don’t know how Simon was able to get with someone like you.You were a likeable,bubbly and a talkative person unlike Simon who was like the complete opposite,but they do say opposites attract.

You sometimes would even chase them off,it didn’t matter what type of shoes you were wearing you could run in 6 inch heels and still look flawless spewing out curses word at a bunch of losers who were picking on Simon.

Sometimes Simon would help with picking your outfits!he didn’t have much fashion sense when it came to himself but when he came to you,He knew exactly how to dress you.

“Ok Simon!I have this cute baby pink crop top or should I wear the baby blue one?”You ask while showing your boyfriend the two shirts.Simon did a quick scan off both shirts before looking at the skirt you had picked out.It was a black,pleated skirt with small rhinestones on the belt loops.

“I feel like you should wear the blue one.I think it would go good with the skirt your gonna wear”Simon said while going back to messing with his camera,

You nod as you toss the pink shirt back into the closet before smiling at Simon and thanking him for his help.Not only was he such a cutie but a big help when it came to styling you.

He was the only male you would trust picking out your outfits.Sometimes the two of you would match if you were able to convince him.it would take a couple minutes of begging but sooner or later you would make Simon have matching pink themed outfits!

Even if he found it absolutely ridiculous,As long as you were happy he was even more happy.

[bee-nutauthor]

Dimitrescu Sisters If they were Content Creators Headcanon (for fun)

Bela Dimitrescu

-The most wholesome, mom-esque content ever

-Will give you good life advice, whether it be shopping tips on how to get more groceries for less, or tips on how to manage your finances

-Makes cooking videos, sewing videos, make up videos, candle making videos, nail painting vidoes- basically anything to do with crafts and she's probably done it

-Speaks in a calm tone, has mellow music in the background

-Uses very calm colors in her videos, meaning her shirts are in cool tones of blues, grays, whites, and blacks.

-Her backdrop is a clean and organized space- a light wood bookshelf, plain walls, some minimalist flower vases, and a diffuser

-Is very organized with her schedule. Her videos are always up at the same time and day, and she follows a rotating schedule of what topics she will make videos for

-Controversies? None, unless you count the time she roasted a company who wanted her to do a paid promo for actually being toxic and causing them to shut down

-She is affectionately called 'Internet Mom'

-She does not understand the 'sorry, mommy' jokes and does not wish to

-Does not collab with other content creators, which lead to a conspiracy theory whether she actually existed in real life or was a robot

-Is sponsored mostly by clothing brands

Cassandra Dimitrescu

-She is a storytime channel, telling the most outlandish stories ever

-And they're all true. Her life is just like that

-She travels a lot for work so often she'll film travel vlogs or behind the scene vlogs

-Collabs all the time with other content creators

-Always has famous people on her channel

-Does Q and A's

-Her video uploading schedule is not super consistent due to her traveling a lot, and sometimes she'll post several videos in a row and then there will be nothing for a long time

-She has cycled through 5 public relationships within the first three months of her channel

-Has released music videos on her channel and is planning on releasing a full album. She always puts a lot of effort into her sets and costume design. Her singing is amazing as she's classically trained and can do opera too

-Has starred in other content creator's mini series on youtube and always draws the most views in

-Outfits are always changing depending on if she's traveling or making music videos

-Has made a few comedy skits here and there

-Controversies? There is a lot of drama circling around her and who she's hooking up with or who she'll go for next. A few people tried to call out her melodramatic behavior and instead of making an apology video Cassandra winked at the camera, sent the viewers a kiss and said "you know you love me like this," and ended the video like that.

-She was right. Her views only skyrocketed after this

-Gets many sponsorships, but donates the money from them to art or dance studios

Daniela Dimitrescu

-A streamer, she streams several hours a day in a row

-She does games mostly, with the occasional video filming her attempt to cook some horrific dish she found on the internet such as the toducken

-Has posted a few videos of herself doing tricks on her skateboard

-Has posted a few videos of her work out routines. Those have millions of views for reasons relating to her crop top and abs

-Has a set up with RGB lights in the back, and a mini fridge full of energy drinks

-Has the latest technology to play games on, but wears the same outfit almost always to her streams: a black tank top, a black hoodie with neon green writing on it, and a pair of headphones with cat ears on top

-Has dyed her hair many times but commonly sticks with her red hair, shaved on one side

-Has tattoos of her favorite video game characters on her arms and legs

-Will stream with other players and has done a handful of collabs but prefers playing single player games

-Rarely sleeps and has done several 24 hour streams for charity

-Controversies? She was accused of cheating when doing a speedrun but it was only the haters claiming she couldn't play

-Sponsored by raid shadow legends and other game companies

[somethingswift19]

Alt+Nerd= <3 Pope x (f) reader

| Warnings:

| Summary: The bubbly alt girl falls for Pope, the nerdy and serious guy.

| (a/n): I had a good reaction to the alt reader x obx so I wanted to continue that a little bit :) I'm so tired so if this is awful I apologize but I had fun writing it so that's really what counts right? Not proof read.

Leaning up against the lockers you watched as the whole pouge friend group walked past, sighing to yourself. Since freshman year you had had a thing for the smart one, Pope. He was so cute and serious and when he got all serious it made him even cuter and more adorable in your eyes. He was misunderstood and looked over a lot for John B and JJ. And even when he wasn't being looked over, he rarely noticed when girls hit on him. Green flags tbh.

But this brings you back to today...as you watched them all walk passed you knew you were probably not his type considering he was dating Kiara but a girl can dream. You had your black and blue hair straightened and pulled back into pigtails, neon green glasses, black cropped hoodie, skinny jeans, and orange nike airs on. "Hey! You ready for class?" your best friends voice snapped you out of your trance.

"Oh yeah, sorry," you shook your head and smiled before grabbing your bag and walking to AP biology. Tapping your pen on the desk, you day dreamed as the teacher went over the previous test. This was your favorite class but today you were just distracted. Before you knew it, the bell rang and you realized you hadn't taken a single note. Shit you thought. But that's when you had the idea... "Hey Pope!" you yelled after the boy as you ran to catch up to him.

"Uh...hi?" he looked at you confused. Honestly fair considering you have had probably two conversations with him in total. "What's up?"

"Oh, well...I kinda have a problem," you began. "Is there anyway you can go over the science notes from today with me? I didn't quite get all of it." Correction, I was staring at you like a total stalker for the entire class and wasn't paying any attention.

"Oh uh, yeah sure. Meet me at lunch and I'll give you my notes," Pope said as you nodded.

"Lucky I have the smartest guy in school in my class!" you responded cheerfully.

"Well technically Thomas Jennings is the number 1 in our class so he would be the smartest. I'm probably top five-" he rambled on before you cut him off.

"Pope," you stated. "Take the compliment and go with it. A cute girl is calling you smart."

As lunch rolled around, you met up with him and you copied down his notes from the day. "I like your glasses by the way." This snapped you out of you concentration.

"I'm sorry?" you asked not quite processing.

"Your glasses," he smiled. "They're cool. I like them."

"Oh," blushing hard core, you smiled. "Thank you!"

"Sorry if this is weird," he started, scratching the back of his neck. "You remind me of someone."

"Yeah? And who might that be?" you put your pen down and smiled. You were in the conversation now. Can't take this for granted.

"Abbey from NCIS," this time he came across as shy.

"Wait, no way! Thank you so much! I've always loved her and Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds. I think that's where my style comes from. But Oh my God Thank you!" you knew you were rambling but fuck it. "Wait you watch NCIS?"

"Oh yeah, I love that show," Pope chuckled at your enthusiasm. "I always wanted to be like Duckie. I want to be a coroner."

"That's so dope," you smiled. "I want to go into forensics."

"That's not people's usual reaction to that," he stated.

You could stare into his eyes all day, good God, "Hey, we should meet up at the wreck after school. I mean if you want."

"Yeah! My friends and I were already planning on meeting up there later," he started. "You can come with us."

"Ok! I would love that!," this time it was your turn to chuckle. "Maybe after we can have some alone time? Just the two of us?"

"Wait...what?" the quizzical look he had on his face was adorable.

"Here," you said grabbing his arm and writing your number down. "I've been flirting with you for the past half hour for the record." You winked at him and started grabbing your things.

"I-I'll text you," he called after you and JJ looked over at him giving him a thumbs up. You knew he was watching you leave as you walked out of the cafeteria.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip After Shool~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as you got home, you got ready to meet up with the pouges and considering this was the first time, and you were hanging out with pope, you had to look decent. Deciding on ripped black skinny jeans and a blue halter top with David Bowie vans high tops, you threw your hair into a half up half down bun and put on some lashes. Your green glasses still adorning your face. Dabbing on some lip gloss, you took one final look at yourself in the mirror before heading out.

Pope's friends were really nice and very chill honestly! Kiara was standoffish at first but quickly warmed up. And you learned Sarah Cameron was nothing like you expected! "So Ms. (Y/n)," JJ exclaimed throwing his arm over your shoulder. "Pope has told us a lot about you." Pope was signaling for him to shut the fuck up but that's not what JJ does.

"Has he now?" you giggled looking over at him.

"I wouldn't say a alot..." Pope was trying to hide his face now.

"Really?" JJ began. "So she isn't the cool, colored hair girl who is the only person who is better in science than you?"

"And she isn't the sweet and talkative girl who reminds you of...what's that show again?" Kiara chimed in laughing and using hand motions.

"Ok, ok, leave him alone," John B very kindly said. "And the show is NCIS."

"That's right!" everyone exclaimed at once embarrassing him and making you laugh and look at him sweetly.

"So exactly how smart are you to be better at Pope in something?" Sarah asked putting a french fry in her mouth.

"Oh, um," you were blushing now from the attention. "I'm just freakishly good at science. He's still smarter than I am." He smiled and shook his head at you. After a couple hours the two of you snuck off, but not without whistles from the others. Walking down to the shoreline, having your feet touch the water as you looked at the shells and things washing up. "Thank you for inviting me to hang out with you and your friends."

"Oh, it's no problem," he stated. "Thanks for writing your number on my arm. JJ was proud." This caused you to chuckle a little bit.

"Earlier you said I wasn't what you expected," you said softly. "You aren't what I expected either."

This time his facial expression was nervous as he snapped his head to look at you, "In a good way or a bad way?"

Smiling widely up at him, "In the best way."

"(Y/n)?"

"Pope?"

"Do I have permission to kiss you?" he asked slightly awkwardly.

"Always," you responded sweetly. As your lips met, it was everything you had dreamed of. His hand came to rest on your face gently as he pulled you in closer causing you to throw your arms around his neck. The nerdy guy kissing the goth girl in the moonlight? How many cliches can you guys check off at once? But none the less, this was the perfect night.

[keepthatpump]

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[mallowbees]

The clockers :]

[ID: A colored marker drawing of Goodtimeswithscar, ZombieCleo, and Bdoublo100 from Limited Life. Scar is a pake skinned man with brown hair and scars on his left cheek with a nasal cannula. He is wearing orange tinted glasses, a teal button up with yellow and orange stripes, cuffed blue jeans, and brown shoes. He is sitting in a orange and black wheelchair. Cleo is a mint colored zombie with patched skin and long orange curly hair. They are wearing a pink sweatband, multicolor crop top, a dark pink leotard, purple arm warmers, neon green wrist bands, teal pantyhose, and yellow leg warmers. Bdubs is a light brown skinned man with white tipped hair and stubble. He is wearing a red bandana, torn up light blue shirt, a clock, ripped black jeans, and black sneakers. They are sitting next to each other grouped up talking. Scar has his eyes closed happily talking and gesturing with his left hand, Cleo is looking at Scar with her head tilted and arms crossed with a pleasant expression, Bdubs is looking at both of them smiling leaning his arm on a rock. End ID]

[hydraphrenic]

My last entry (and first drawing I did) for @drewtanakaweek 2024 with celebrity influencer Drew Tanaka having fun

Day Five: Celebrity, Domestic, Band AU

[ID. Drawing of Drew Tanaka from above. She's taking a selfie of herself. Sshe has neon pink sunglasses, orange crop top and blue denim shorts. End of ID.]

[mxwormie]

@doeeyes-art and i made a doll of her dnd character florian! 🔥🔥 (he/they)

description: a monster high deuce gorgon g3 doll repainted with dark grey skin, with neon blue markings and top scars. they have light blue wispy hair and neon pink eyes with black sclera, making a smug expression. they are wearing a crop zip up shrug top showing their top scars, as well as black baggy pants with neon pink suspenders, and black shoes that have neon yellow laces and neon pink soles. they are pained with pigment that makes the hair, eyes, markings, and shoes glow in the dark.

[homosexualmorelikehomiesexual]

gansey in my mind looks like a teenage mulder from xfiles if he was perpetually dressed up as the had to do it to em dude. fuck your dark academia bullshit, myp guy wears neon polo shirts and boat shoes. he looks like shit and thats the best part. so does blue for that matter she would NOT touch your aesthetic little shein tiktok alt outfits with a 12foot pole. she canonically wore a lime green tshirt dress covered in black lace she haphazardly sewed on at the last moment for a funeral because she does not own black clothing. stop putting her in fucking overalls and cute little crop tops she should look like a micheals craft store scrap pile if it could threaten to shank you with a pink pocketknife. and adam is a fucking redneck who wears secondhand clothes in virginia and cuts his own hair, you think hes not walking around in john deer hunting camo and a haircut thats one step away from a mullet??? fuck offffff. also since he canonically has hair the color of dust and dirt well Virginia soil is ORANGE bc of the high iron content. my boy is a ginger, at the very least strawberry blonde. suck my cock about it. fanart of ronan is usually fine i guess just stop anime twinkifiying noah he is not your socially acceptable draco malfoy fanart replacement hes a skater kid with perpetually dated fashion, he should look like a genderbent avril lavigne. you people are all cowards