#OR you will be like huh neat i though he was just a little guy :3

[temmiemew]

do this please

[meanbossart]

Don't know if you've gotten this question before, but why did Bhaal throw DU Drow into the Underdark and make him look like... well, a drow (even though he's obviously Not)?

Is there any particular "lore" reason for that or was it just an aesthetic decision you made on a whim in character creation?

I feel like this question can be more accurately answered not by character lore, but by a dramatization of the real life events that took place sometime in late 2023:

"Oh boy here I go play this Totally Legal Copy of the video game Balder Gates 3, but for only exactly the amount of time that it takes until I can find and pet a talking cat, and not a minute longer."

"Okay this must be the Custom Character option since it's the only one that allows me to edit my little guy."

"Nah man I'm in a rush to pet some kitties. Pass."

"Now this dragon they randomized for me is pretty neat but where's the Cool Evil Elf."

"Can I super-size it"

"Oh hell yeah."

"Since I'm not a nerd I better pick the most bone-headed class possible or I will never pet those damn cats."

"I mean the face and hair are fine but this Evil Elf isn't looking very evil to me."

"Much better"

"🤷"

"There I am in some... Weird Scorn-like contraption. Man that outfit is bad, I'm taking that off immediately."

".....Huh."

"I feel like I may have skipped past something important."

"Oh I have the funniest little pout though. Man I can't WAIT to talk to some cats."

[rose24207]

Heyyy I saw ur post abt the requestsss !!! Maybe a high school!50s AU with Lando?? Idk jus randomly popped into my head 😭

Knew you couldn’t resist me, sugar

Summary: You try to resist bad-boy Lando Norris, but when he corners you behind the bleachers, smirking in his leather jacket and telling you he’s taking you to the dance, you know you’re already his.

Genre: fluff, angst if you squint

50s!Badboy!Lando x 50s!Goodgirl!Reader

TW: None!

A/N: so sorry you guys had to wait for this. I have my pre finals this week and girl I am stressed. Already had three crashouts while studying and gave up, but I have till Thursday so wish me luck!!

Masterlist pt.2

The sound of revving engines filled the air as Lando Norris rolled into the school parking lot, the sleek black paint of his Chevy Bel Air gleaming under the morning sun. He had one hand on the wheel, the other running through his perfectly styled curls, a cigarette tucked behind his ear. A few of his boys—Carlos, Daniel, and Max—were already waiting by the front steps, dressed in their usual leather jackets and cuffed jeans, talking about last night’s drag race.

Lando wasn’t paying attention, though. His eyes were on her.

You.

The good girl.

The one who never got detention, always had her skirts perfectly pressed, and walked in a neat little line with your group of preppy friends. You had your books clutched to your chest, smiling at something your friend said, completely unaware of the way Lando leaned against his car, watching you like a hawk.

“Still drooling over little Miss Perfect, huh?” Carlos smirked, nudging him.

Lando scoffed, adjusting the collar of his jacket. “Shut up.”

Max snickered. “Face it, mate. She ain’t interested in a grease monkey like you.”

But Lando wasn’t so sure. Because last summer, before school started, before reputations mattered—he knew you were interested. He had spent those warm July nights sneaking you out of your house, taking you for rides in his car, kissing you in the backseat while the radio played softly.

And then school started.

And suddenly, you weren’t the girl who giggled at his dumb jokes in the moonlight. You were good again. And he was just the reckless troublemaker.

But that wasn’t going to stop him.

Not today.

You were at your locker, flipping through your notebook when you felt someone step up beside you. Before you could even turn, a familiar voice drawled, “Hey there, doll.”

You sighed, already knowing who it was. “Go away, Lando.”

“Aw, don’t be like that, sweetheart.” He leaned against the locker beside yours, so close you could smell his cologne and the faint scent of gasoline. “What, you too good to talk to me now?”

“I have class.”

“So do I.”

You shut your locker and raised a brow. “No, you don’t.”

Lando grinned, tilting his head. “Okay, maybe I don’t. But I would if you let me copy your homework.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push past him, but he moved, blocking your way.

“Lando.”

“C’mon, sugar, I just wanna talk.”

“About what?”

“About why you’re pretendin’ like we didn’t spend the whole summer together.” His voice was lower now, softer, but still laced with that teasing edge. “Thought you liked me.”

Your stomach flipped. Of course you had liked him. You still liked him.

But what were you supposed to do? He was reckless. He got into fights. He skipped school. And you were you. A good girl.

People like you didn’t end up with guys like him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you muttered, but your voice wavered just enough for Lando to catch it.

He smirked, stepping even closer, his hand reaching out to play with the hem of your sleeve. “You’re a bad liar, sweetheart.”

You swallowed hard, but before you could say anything, the bell rang, snapping you out of your daze.

“I have to go.”

You brushed past him, ignoring the way your skin tingled where he had touched you.

Lando just smirked, watching you disappear down the hallway.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

Lando found you again at lunch. This time, you were sitting under the big oak tree with your friends, chatting about the upcoming dance.

“The theme is Starlit Dreams!” one of your friends gushed. “Isn’t that just so romantic?”

You smiled, but your stomach sank. You didn’t even have a date.

“Well, I know who’s gonna ask you,” your friend teased, nudging you.

You blinked. “What? Who?”

Before she could answer, a shadow fell over you.

“Afternoon, ladies,” Lando drawled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Your friends tensed. Lando never came over here. He stuck with his own crowd—the troublemakers, the rule-breakers.

But here he was.

And he was looking right at you.

“Can I talk to you, sweetheart?”

Your face burned. “I—um—”

“Oh, she’s busy,” one of your friends snapped. “Go bother someone else.”

Lando just grinned, unfazed. “She can talk for herself, sugar.”

You sighed, knowing he wouldn’t leave unless you went with him. So you stood, brushing off your skirt, and let him lead you away from prying eyes.

He stopped once you were behind the bleachers, leaning against the metal frame. “You goin’ to that dance?”

You hesitated. “Maybe.”

Lando smirked. “Say yes.”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I’m takin’ you.”

Your heart nearly stopped. “Lando—”

“C’mon, baby,” he murmured, stepping closer, voice dropping into that honeyed tone he always used when he wanted something. “You know you wanna go with me.”

You did. God, you did.

But…

“What would people say?” you whispered.

Lando’s smirk faltered just a little.

For the first time, you saw the flicker of insecurity beneath his bravado.

But then he grinned again, tilting his head. “Who cares?”

You chewed your lip, your heart pounding.

Then, before you could overthink it—

“Okay.”

Lando blinked. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

For a second, he just stared at you. Then, a slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

He stepped closer, tilting your chin up with his knuckle. “Knew you couldn’t resist me, sugar.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

And when Lando leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to your cheek, you knew you were done for.

This was going to be a very interesting night.

Thank you for reading!

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[dior-luxury]

hi!! how would bllk 11 react to the reader complimenting them out of the blue and they get all flustered ><

Complimenting Them So Much They Get Flustered

( ✧ ) ────── fluff - she/her .

- [𝐜𝐡.] bllk 11

- [𝐩:𝐬] none

Note: This is so cute omg! ♡( ◡‿◡ )

Isagi Yoichi

You’re sitting on the couch with Isagi, the two of you sharing a lazy afternoon in his apartment. He’s in his usual hoodie, glasses on, scribbling down notes from a recent match while his game replays on the TV. You watch him for a moment—focused, dedicated, completely in his element.

Without thinking, you say softly, “You know… I really admire how hardworking you are. It’s honestly so attractive. I’m lucky to have you.”

His pen stills mid-sentence. “H-Huh?” he blinks, looking over at you, face turning an unmistakable shade of pink.

You smile at him. “Just saying. You’re kind of amazing.”

Now he’s spiraling. “Wha—wait, where did that come from? I mean—thank you—but like… you really think that? Me? Attractive?”

He tries to compose himself, but he’s already hiding his face in his notebook, peeking at you over the top like a shy puppy. His mind’s racing: Was I being cool just now? Was that when she thought I looked good? Should I do that more? But all he can manage is a choked-out, “Y-You’re the amazing one, though…”

He avoids your eyes for the next ten minutes, stammering every time you smile at him.

Rin Itoshi

Rin is notoriously hard to read, even when you’re dating him. You’re both walking back from a café, his hand loosely holding yours in his coat pocket. He’s quiet, focused on the path ahead, when you glance up at him and blurt out, “You’re so beautiful, Rin. You honestly take my breath away.”

He stops walking.

You keep going for two steps before realizing he’s not beside you. You turn to see him frozen in place, eyes slightly widened.

“…Did I say something wrong?” you ask, tilting your head.

He doesn’t answer right away. Then his brows knit together, and he looks away, ears visibly red. “Don’t say dumb things like that out of nowhere.”

You grin. “It’s not dumb if it’s true.”

He exhales sharply, face still a bit pink. “I’m not… used to that.” He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “You’re ridiculous.”

But his grip on your hand tightens. And though he faces forward again, his thumb starts brushing slow circles on your palm. You catch a small smile tugging at his lips despite his best efforts.

And when you tease him later, “So, you liked it,” he just grumbles, “Shut up,” but you spot the blush creeping down his neck again.

Nagi Seishiro

You find Nagi sprawled on your bed, arms stretched out like a starfish, phone in one hand, a bag of chips within reach. You lie beside him and rest your head on his shoulder, watching him scroll aimlessly.

Then you murmur, “You’re so effortlessly cool, Sei. Honestly… just being near you makes me feel like I’m living in a dream.”

He freezes. For a guy who lives life on ‘easy mode,’ you just threw him into hard mode without warning.

“Huh? What’s with that cheesy line?” he mumbles, phone slipping from his hand. His face is turning bright red, and he turns his head toward the ceiling as if hoping it’ll save him.

“I’m serious,” you giggle. “You’re insanely hot and charming, and it drives me a little crazy.”

He groans dramatically, dragging a pillow over his face. “Ughhh… don’t say stuff like that outta nowhere, it’s too much effort to deal with.”

But then he peeks out from under the pillow and mumbles, “You’re cute for thinking that, though.” He nudges you with his foot, lazy smile appearing. “Now you gotta cuddle me ‘til I recover.”

You roll into him, and he wraps an arm around you with a satisfied sigh, whispering under his breath, “My girlfriend’s too sweet… it’s unfair.”

Yukimiya Kenyu

Yukimiya is getting ready in the mirror, trying out different accessories. He looks stunning, as always—hair neat, eyes sharp, every movement graceful. You’re perched on the bed, chin in your hands, admiring him.

“You’re like a work of art, Kenyu,” you say dreamily. “I don’t know how you’re even real.”

He turns slightly, surprised. “Huh?”

You repeat it, slower this time. “You’re absolutely gorgeous. But more than that… you’re thoughtful, kind, and driven. I’m really proud of you.”

He stares at you for a beat too long. Then, unexpectedly, he laughs—nervous, caught off guard. “You can’t just drop compliments like that when I’m trying to fix my cufflinks,” he says, voice higher than usual.

You walk over, gently fixing his sleeve for him. He goes quiet, watching you, the flush on his cheeks spreading.

“I… appreciate that. A lot,” he says, finally. Then, almost in a whisper, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to being loved like this.”

You smile and kiss his cheek, and he stares at his reflection with a dazed little grin.

“I look like a tomato,” he mutters.

Otoya Eita

Otoya’s the type who flirts with you constantly, always tossing compliments like confetti. But you’ve been planning this—waiting for just the right moment to throw him off his game.

You’re at the gym with him, watching as he finishes a set of pull-ups, muscles flexing under his shirt, hair messy with sweat. He jumps down, looking at you with that usual smirk. “Like what you see, babe?”

You lean against the wall casually and say, “Actually, yeah. You're ridiculously hot, Eita. But more than that… you’ve got this quiet determination that’s seriously attractive. You act all playful, but you work so damn hard. It’s sexy.”

He stops mid-wipe with his towel, eyes blinking rapidly.

“…Huh?” He laughs, but it’s the nervous kind—the one he uses when he’s caught off guard for once. “Wait—was that a real compliment?”

You grin. “Mhmm. 100% sincere.”

His smirk wavers and you catch it: the slightest pink tinge blooming on his cheeks. He tries to recover, tossing the towel over his shoulder and flexing a little. “Well, if you’re gonna talk like that, I might die of happiness.”

Then he leans in close, his usual swagger returning in waves, but you can see the truth in his eyes—your words hit. Deep. “You keep sweet-talking me like that, I’ll start thinking you’re obsessed.”

You whisper back, “Maybe I am,” and he actually chokes.

Mission: success.

Karasu Tabito

Karasu’s chill to a fault. He’s witty, confident, and borderline smug when he wants to be. But you’ve seen glimpses of that soft, quieter side—the one he tries to hide. And today, you plan to poke it.

He’s lounging on your couch, legs kicked up, hoodie halfway falling off one shoulder, scrolling through TikTok and occasionally showing you something dumb. You lean over and rest your head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“You know,” you murmur, “you’re incredibly attractive. Like, not just physically, though duh. But your mind? Your confidence? The way you never let anything shake you? That’s the hottest thing in the world to me.”

His hand holding the phone pauses mid-scroll. He slowly tilts his head to look at you. “…The hell?”

You glance up. “What?”

“That was outta nowhere.” He squints, trying to act like he's unaffected, but the tips of his ears are already red.

You keep going, relentless. “And I love how you always know what to say. You make me feel safe. Like I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

He stares at you for a solid few seconds, phone forgotten, expression unreadable. Then he groans and covers his face with a throw pillow. “Why are you like this?” he mumbles, voice muffled.

You giggle. “Flustered?”

“I’m not flustered. Shut up.” He peeks out and mutters, “But if you keep talking like that, I might have to marry you or something.”

Meguru Bachira

You’re walking through a park with Bachira, fingers entwined, as he excitedly talks about his newest soccer moves and how he wants to try them in the next match. His energy is contagious—he’s practically bouncing beside you.

You watch him, your heart swelling. Then you stop him mid-sentence.

“Meguru.”

He turns to you, curious. “Hmm?”

You smile softly. “You’re amazing. Like, seriously. Your passion, your joy, the way you play with your whole heart… it inspires me. And your smile? It lights up everything. I love being around you.”

He stares at you, completely frozen. His mouth opens slightly, but no sound comes out.

“…H-Huh? Wait, wait, say that again.”

You take a step closer. “You heard me.”

He clutches his chest dramatically, pretending to stagger. “I—my heart! Babe, you’re trying to kill me!”

You laugh, and he grins wide—but there’s a visible pink flush on his cheeks now. “You’re not allowed to be this cute without warning,” he pouts. “You’re supposed to be the normal one in this relationship.”

You wrap your arms around him, and he buries his face in your shoulder, mumbling something that sounds like, “I don’t deserve you, but I’m gonna keep you forever anyway.”

You melt on the spot.

Niko Ikki

Niko’s reserved. Not in a shy way, just... thoughtful, a bit guarded. He’s not the kind of guy who fishes for compliments. He’s more comfortable showing love than receiving it. Which makes surprising him that much sweeter.

You’re both sitting on the floor of your apartment, a puzzle half-done in front of you. He’s concentrating hard, brows furrowed. You admire the way his fingers move, gentle and precise.

“You’re so handsome,” you say suddenly.

His head snaps up. “What?”

You smile. “And really smart. You don’t talk much, but when you do, it always means something. I think that’s rare. And really attractive.”

He blinks. “Where’s this coming from?”

You shrug. “I’ve just been thinking about how lucky I am.”

He lowers his gaze, clearly trying to hide how flustered he is. A small, uncertain smile tugs at his lips. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” you say, nudging his shoulder. “Just let me love you.”

He clears his throat, cheeks tinged with pink, then mumbles, “...You’re kinda dangerous when you talk like that.”

You tilt your head. “Dangerous?”

He nods. “Because it makes me want to hold you forever.”

Aryu Jyubei

Aryu’s doing his self-care routine—facial mask on, robe tied perfectly, classical music playing in the background while he paints his nails a glittery silver. You’re lounging on his chaise with a drink in hand, admiring him.

He’s talking about his favorite moisturizer when you suddenly interrupt: “God, Jyubei, you’re literally the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Like, you're so flawless it makes me feel like I’m in a movie when I look at you.”

He freezes, brush mid-air. “...Excuse me?”

You continue with a soft smile. “And it’s not just the outside. You're confident, thoughtful, and—strangely—you always make me feel more secure about myself, too.”

He drops the nail polish brush back into the bottle a little too fast.

“Stop that,” he says, turning toward you with an expression caught between horror and flustered delight. “If you say things like that out of nowhere, I’ll combust. And then who's going to maintain this beauty?!”

You laugh, but his face is red, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

He tries to brush it off, dramatically fanning himself. “You’ve got no idea the effect you have on me, darling. That was so unfiltered, so raw—ugh! I need a moment.”

He gets up, robe swirling, muttering, “I must look in the mirror to recover my sense of self.”

But you can hear it—soft under his breath: “...She really thinks I’m that amazing?”

And later? He absolutely brings it up while cuddling. “Say it again,” he whispers into your hair.

Chigiri Hyoma

You’re sitting on a blanket under the cherry blossoms, sharing snacks and watching petals drift down. Chigiri looks ethereal in the soft light—hair glowing, eyes half-lidded, the very picture of peace.

Then, out of nowhere, you say, “I honestly don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as beautiful as you. It’s almost unfair.”

He chokes on his rice cracker. “H-Huh?”

You lean closer. “Seriously. You’re graceful and fast and insanely strong. And you’re so kind to me. Being with you feels like breathing after drowning.”

He stares at you, stunned. Then his whole face slowly lights up like a firework display—pink, then red, then redder. “You can’t just say stuff like that,” he mumbles, eyes darting away, ears fully flushed.

You gently poke his cheek. “Why not? It’s true.”

He hides his face behind his sleeve, muttering something unintelligible. You catch the words “too cute” and “my heart can’t take it”. He tries to maintain his cool-guy act, but when you kiss his temple, he audibly whimpers.

Later, when you’re leaning against him and holding hands, he quietly whispers, “You’re beautiful too… you know that?” And even though he’s the one flustered, he still wants to return the love.

Reo Mikage

You’re curled up on the massive couch in Reo’s penthouse, watching him work through some business emails. He’s in full CEO mode—reading, typing, hair pushed back, sleeves rolled up. You’re supposed to be quiet, letting him focus, but you can’t help yourself.

“Reo,” you say softly.

He glances over. “Yeah, babe?”

“You’re brilliant. Like, insanely brilliant. You could do anything—run a company, become a world-class player—and somehow you’re still humble. You amaze me.”

His fingers freeze over the keyboard. Slowly, he looks up. “…Did you just compliment me out of nowhere?”

You nod. “Because I meant it.”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard, mouth slightly open. Then he leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself—but the flush rising in his cheeks betrays him.

“You can’t say stuff like that without warning. What do you want, a yacht?” he jokes, trying to play it cool.

You grin. “Just wanted you to know how proud I am.”

He sets his laptop aside, walks over, and drops dramatically onto the couch next to you, head in your lap. “You’re gonna turn me into a puddle,” he groans, burying his face in your stomach. “Do you know how dangerous your love is? I could give up everything just to hear you say that again.”

And you do say it again. And he melts, completely.

Barou Shoei

Barou’s in the kitchen, apron on, cooking you something he swears is "the ultimate fuel." He moves with purpose—sharp, focused, intense. You lean against the doorway, just watching him like he’s your favorite show.

“You’re incredible, Shoei.”

He grunts without looking at you. “Damn right.”

“No, really,” you continue. “You’re strong. Not just physically, but mentally. You don’t bend, you don’t break. You’re so passionate and unshakable. That’s insanely attractive.”

Now he stops.

Spatula in hand, he turns his head slightly, one brow raised. “What the hell brought that on?”

You walk over and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. “Just facts. I love how much pride you carry. Makes me feel safe. Makes me proud to be yours.”

His whole body tenses. “…Tch.”

You peek around and catch it: the red ears. He’s glaring at the pan like it personally insulted him, but his neck is beet red.

“You’re embarrassing me,” he grumbles.

You kiss his shoulder. “You love it.”

He turns, pointing the spatula at you, completely flustered. “Don’t think I won’t turn this kitchen into a war zone if you keep talking like that.”

But then he quiets down and mumbles under his breath, “Thanks, though. I… needed that.”

And when you turn away to give him space? He smiles. Just a little.

Hiori Yo

Hiori’s sitting on the couch with you, laptop open, working on strategy notes. His glasses are slipping a little, and his brow is furrowed in that serious, beautiful way he gets when he’s deep in thought.

You gently nudge him. “Hey.”

He hums without looking up. “Mm?”

You lean your head on his shoulder. “You’re so thoughtful. And smart. And kind. You never make a big deal about it, but I notice. Every little thing you do—it makes me feel loved.”

His fingers pause mid-type.

You feel his body tense just slightly. “…That was out of nowhere,” he murmurs.

You nod against him. “I know. Just wanted to say it.”

He slowly closes the laptop, then turns to look at you—eyes soft, but wide, like he’s trying to process it all.

“You really think that about me?” he asks quietly.

You reach up and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “Every word.”

He takes your hand, holds it against his heart, and leans in until your foreheads touch. “You always say the things I don’t know I need to hear… Thank you.”

His voice cracks on the last word, barely above a whisper.

You sit there in silence for a while, his arms wrapped around you, your heart beating in sync. He doesn’t say much after that—but later, you find a little note in your bag:

“I’ll spend my life trying to be the man you already believe I am.”

Nanase Nijiro

You and Nanase are sprawled out on the floor building a Lego set—something relaxing after a long week. He’s humming softly, sleeves rolled up, completely focused on the tiny pieces.

You glance over and say, “You’re really cute when you’re focused.”

He freezes, brick halfway to his hand. “W-What?”

You crawl a little closer. “Actually, you’re just really cute. Period. You’re sweet, patient, hardworking... and I always feel calm around you. You’re like… emotional safety in a person.”

His hands drop into his lap. He stares down at the Legos like they betrayed him. “I… I don’t know what to say…”

You lean in and boop his nose. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know.”

His face goes bright red. “You can’t just—! That’s not fair! That’s like… a sneak attack!”

You giggle, and he hides his face behind his hands. “I’m not used to being complimented like that…” he mumbles.

You gently pull his hands away. “Get used to it. I love you.”

His lips part slightly like he wants to say it back, but instead he throws himself into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder and whispering, “You’re gonna make me cry if you keep being so sweet.”

You hold him tighter. “Then I’ll hold you through it.”

[sophsbookstore]

Cookies Included

Auston Matthews x reader ｡･:*˚:✧｡

Word count: 1500

A/N: posting all my hockey drafts! NHL master list (hopefully) come soon

Auston Matthews was in the kitchen, trying his best to look serious as he watched you roll out dough for the cookies. You were wearing one of his old jerseys—an oversized, cozy thing—and you looked so focused that it made Auston grin despite his best efforts to look like he was helping.

“You know, I can’t believe you’re making all of these,” he said, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, but his eyes never left you. “You're going to make me the most popular guy on the plane. I’ll have everyone on the team eating out of my hand with these.”

You shot him a playful look over your shoulder. “You know, it’s not just about getting you brownie points with the guys. I’ve been practicing these recipes, and I want them to be perfect.”

Auston’s face lit up. “So you’re baking for me, then?”

You giggled, turning to face him. “Well, I’m baking for you, but you’ll have to share with your teammates. No choice there, Mr. Popular.”

He raised his eyebrows. “You’re making me share your cookies? I feel like that’s a crime.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love a little attention,” you teased, rolling the dough out with the kind of precision that spoke to your inner perfectionist. “Besides, you know you’ll look good bringing these snacks Matthews.”

His lips curled into a grin. “I always look good, what are you talking about?”

You were in the middle of cutting out the first batch of cookies when Auston stepped up behind you. His broad chest was warm against your back, and he placed his hands on the counter, peering over your shoulder. “I’m really good at decorating, you know. I could help with that part.”

You snorted, unable to hold it in. “Oh, yeah? I’m sure your ‘skills’ could rival those of a professional pastry chef.”

“Hey, I’ve got an eye for detail,” he said, his tone playful but feigning confidence. “Watch and learn.”

You handed him a piping bag filled with icing and grinned. “Alright, show me what you got, Matthews.”

Auston took the bag and squeezed it, but the icing didn’t come out in the neat little swirl he was hoping for. Instead, it splattered across the cookie in a way that could only be described as abstract art.

He glanced at you with wide eyes. “Huh.”

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “That’s... not exactly what I envisioned when I asked for ‘decorating help.’ But nice try.”

Auston gave you a sheepish smile and then leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “Okay, fine. I might not be a decorator, but I’m a pro at eating them. So, I’ll leave the fancy stuff to you. I’ll just be your official taste tester.”

“You can taste-test all you want, but you’re not getting out of this,” you replied with a smirk as you skillfully decorated the next batch of cookies, leaving the ones he had touched to the side. “You’re still helping me. You’ve got two hands, Auston. Use them.”

“I’ll use one hand for icing, and the other hand for… well, more eating.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing your cheeks to heat up, though you tried to keep a straight face.

“You’re insufferable,” you muttered, rolling your eyes.

He just chuckled, stepping back to give you room to finish the batch. “It’s hard to resist when I’ve got such a cute baker in front of me.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, feeling your heart race a little. “Are you flirting with me while covered in icing?”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Auston said with a wink. “But seriously, you look adorable, even when you’re criticizing my decorating skills.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you suddenly felt shy under his gaze. “Stop being so charming,” you said, trying to focus on piping icing onto the last batch of cookies. “You’re making it hard to concentrate.”

He grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re welcome.”

After a while, the cookies were ready. You’d decorated them with a mix of simple designs and some that were a little more chaotic thanks to Auston’s input. The cookies were definitely an interesting mix of perfectly neat and totally offbeat. But you’d made them with love, and that was what mattered.

Auston packed them up carefully, grabbing the container and wrapping it up in cling wrap. “Alright, time to go. I’ve got a plane to catch and a team of hungry guys waiting for these. Let’s just hope they’re good enough to forgive the, uh, artistic choices we made.”

“They’ll love them,” you said, your confidence back. “They may look weird, but they’ll taste amazing. I’m not saying I’m a genius, but I know what I’m doing in the kitchen.”

“Just like you know what you’re doing to my heart, huh?” Auston shot you a playful wink as he lifted the container with one hand.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. “Okay, smooth talker. Go give the guys their cookies before you get too cocky.”

Auston leaned down, pressing a kiss to your cheek before heading toward the door. “I’ll text you after the game. Promise I’ll save a couple for us when I get back.”

“Don’t you dare eat all of them,” you called after him with a laugh.

“I can’t make any promises,” he teased back, his voice fading as he walked out of the apartment, leaving you with a smile that stayed with you long after he was gone.

The next day, you were pacing around your kitchen, anxiously waiting for a message from Auston. He’d landed in Boston, played his game, and was probably having fun with the guys. You had a feeling that they were probably getting a kick out of the cookies.

Sure enough, your phone buzzed, and you grabbed it eagerly.

Auston:They taste amazing, but I’m pretty sure half of them look like they belong in a modern art museum. I think Mitch is planning to hang one on the wall.

You laughed out loud, shaking your head as you typed back.

You’re welcome. I’m just happy they didn’t taste like a disaster. At least they won’t be getting bored with plain old chocolate chip cookies.

A few seconds later, the phone buzzed again.

Auston:You’d be amazed how many times we’ve joked about how much your cookies look like a Picasso painting. But seriously, the guys all loved them. I’ll bring some back for you. Promise.

You better, Matthews. Those cookies didn’t make themselves.

Auston:I know. I’ll never question your baking skills again.

You smiled to yourself, feeling warm inside. The night was still young, but you could already tell that it was going to be a great one—cookies, playful banter, and the thought of Auston coming home to you later made the wait feel worth it.

When Auston finally returned, a few days later, you were sitting on the couch, waiting for him. The door swung open, and he stepped inside, holding a bag of leftover cookies. He immediately dropped it on the table and came over to give you a tight hug.

“You look good, babe,” he murmured into your hair, his arms strong around you. “Missed you.”

You pulled away, grinning. “Missed you too, but I’m more excited for these cookies.”

Auston laughed, grabbing the bag from the table and handing it over. “I was almost going to eat them all on the flight home. But I’m a man of my word, so here you go.”

You eagerly opened the bag, pulling out one of the cookies that had survived the trip back. You inspected it carefully, noting that it was one of the more... experimental ones. “Hmm. This one looks like it was decorated by a toddler.”

Auston chuckled. “We can thank Mitch for that one. He said he’d hang it on the wall for me.”

You took a bite, and your eyes widened. “Okay, okay. I’ll admit it—these might actually be your best work.”

“You’re just saying that because you’re happy I brought them back,” Auston said, sitting down beside you. He raised an eyebrow. “Or maybe because you just love me that much.”

You bumped him with your shoulder. “Maybe a little bit of both. But seriously, next time you decorate, let’s just stick to the simple designs.”

“I’ll consider it,” he said with a wink, pulling you close. “But only because it’s you.”

You smiled, leaning into him, the warmth of his arms and the sugary sweetness of the cookies making everything feel perfect.

“Good thing I’m so irresistible,” he added with a smirk, and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re lucky you're cute.”

“Lucky? I’m a hockey player. We’re basically all good-looking by default.”

You laughed, leaning up to kiss him. “I’ll take your word for it. Now, let’s finish these cookies.”

Auston grinned, wrapping his arm around you, his focus on the cookies fading as he pulled you closer.

"You're all I need, cookies included."

[muzzlemouths]

Day 1 — "Best friend"

"Alright, I've got one. How do you make a tissue dance?"

You stifle a snort, smiling ahead of the punchline. "How?"

"You put a little boogie in it!" Sun slaps his knee with a metallic clang that echoes, shoulders bouncing with laughter that mirrors your own. "Get it?"

"Very funny," you answer. "Did you hear about the guy who stole all that soap?"

The kiddie chair groans under his weight as Sun leans closer, his laughter momentarily forgotten. Suddenly he's very, very serious. "I haven't heard a thing," his rays dance a little, shrinking inward. "Did they catch him?"

Humming, your hand digs idly into the tub of pony beads sitting between you, dragging the answer out as long as you can. A theatrically deep sigh escapes you. "I'm afraid not," you tell him. "They say he made a clean getaway."

A smirk slowly creeps onto your face as he twitches in your peripheral vision. The wall clock ticks once. Twice.

"Oh, you sneaky little—" He breaks for laughter, wheezing with an automated grind of rusty levers deep within his chassis that sounds more akin to a deflating balloon. "The set up, the punch line, the drama," his palm lands with a humored thump against the table, bouncing the beads in their tub. "That was a good one. You're going to beat me at my own game, at this rate!"

"Oh, hardly." Your hand swims through the rainbow sea of beads in search of a specific shade of blue. "I'm just repeating what I remember out of my jokes book."

Sun threads a letter bead onto the elastic cord pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "A whole book full of jokes?" His faceplate spins with excitement. "Oh, pinch me! What a thrill!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cool, I guess. The library billed me for its hospital stay, though."

"Hospital—huh?"

"Well I had it so long, I broke the spine," you curb your laughter behind a façade of seriousness, not allowing him enough time to process the first punch line before decking him with the second. "I tried getting an appointment with a good doctor, but they were all booked!"

Sun is doubled over before the last of it is even out of your mouth, having evidently picked up on where the joke was headed, already, and still it has him entirely consumed by glee. He's going to break the kid's table between you if he slams his fist into it any harder.

Having successfully located the correct shade of blue, you slide the last bead to sit beside the rest and finally tie the cord off with a knot, neat and tidy. It's nothing special as far as kandi bracelets go, but you're proud of the effort behind it, regardless. After all, you weren't prepared to do any crafting today in the first place. Sun had asked you to help him sort the new shipment of beads before you went home for the night — one thing led to another and, well, here you are.

"All finished!" Sun quells his laughter enough that he can tie off his own bracelet; a parade of pastels in every color with the letter's "BFF" at the center. It hangs on a single finger, dwarfed by his massive hand, as he offers it to you with a big, cheesy grin. "Well? What d'ya think?"

The bracelet slips over your palm and comes to a rest just below the joint like a slipper made to fit. "BFF?"

"Best friends forever!"

"I love it," you tell him, feeling warmed by the notion. "Want to see mine?"

Too impatient to wait for an answer, you hand over your second bracelet of the night — a string of midnight blue with chunky yellow stars in between — and watch as his eyes light up and his voicebox crackles with a certain gravel that isn't quite his.

"Pretty," he says. Too short of a remark to have come from Sun. He slides it along his own wrist to sit above the yellow bracelet already there.

"Well, I should get home." The miniscule chair topples backwards as you stand, hands bracing against the table. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer tonight. There's a concert opening downtown and I want to get back before the traffic gets too bad."

Sun follows your lead and awkwardly squirms his way out of the kid's chair. "You could always stay the night," he says. The giggle in his voice is the only way to know for sure that he's joking. "Let me walk you out, at least."

These moments are your favorite. When the world is quiet, and you can enjoy each other's company without worrying about what tomorrow brings. It makes every goodbye feel like it will last forever. Who would have known that a friend could ever feel so much like home.

Sun opens the door for you, but stands in its path, shifting the weight between his feet with a metallic ring of his bells and a doting expression like he has a thousand things he wishes to say to you. Ultimately, he settles for something simple, yet no less fond.

"See you in the morning."

[suiana]

"Rewind?"

As a patient in a hospital, you swear that you're living the same day over and over. However, your doctor assures you that you're simply hallucinating.

Warnings: manipulation, obsession, classic yandere stuff idk, gn reader

[Day 2]

A warm breeze kisses your skin gently, the smell of freshly cut flowers as well as sanitized equipment invades your senses as you rub your eyes and let out a soft yawn.

Waking up in the same hospital bed, you smile as the thought of getting better fills your thoughts. Yes! A brand new day! You can already feel your body getting better and better!

"I can't wait to finally leave this place..."

You mutter to yourself, smiling softly as a soft knock comes from outside. You feel your heart race as the sigh of someone familiar enters, a small paper bag of baked goodies in one hand as he smiles down at you kindly.

"Doctor!"

"Well hello to you too, y/n."

You greet cheerfully, beaming at the handsome doctor who walks over to you with a smile who greets you back with a soft smile. You feel your heart warm slightly at him, butterflies in your tummy as he comes close to you.

Doctor Anthony Eurwen.

That's who he was. A genius young man who became a doctor at the age of 24. He was highly respected in the medical field, having achieved so much at his young age and right now, he's your doctor. Well, he has been for quite some time now. You suppose 3 months now?

He takes care of you personally and you wouldn't have it any other way. Why would you? A genius doctor caring for you one on one! You would have to be a fool to pass up this opportunity! Not to mention the fact that he was quite dashing...

Neat black hair along with brown eyes that shined golden under the sun, his facial features were no joke.

You were sure he had both girls and guys chasing after him. I mean, he was very handsome, intelligent, and had a nice personality. What isn't there to love about him?

...And that's why you developed a small crush on him.

Not like you'd ever confess though! You knew you'd be rejected in an instant, so there was really no point in trying in the first place. Plus, you knew that it was against ethics for a doctor to date a patient they're caring for. If you wanted to try your luck you'd have to wait until you were well enough to go home.

"y/n? You're spacing out, are you okay?"

You snap out of your thoughts, blinking repeatedly as your doctor presses a hand against your forehead in a worry. You immediately shake your head, laughing awkwardly as you feel your cheeks flush a dark hue.

"Ha-ha... Doctor I'm fine! Just... daydreaming is all!"

You choke out, smiling awkwardly at your doctor who purses his lips, clearly unconvinced by your words.

"Really? Hm... If you say so."

Doctor Eurwen mumbles, reluctantly taking his hand away from your forehead. You see him pause for a second, grip tightening on the paper bag of baked delights before relaxing.

"If you're not feeling well, you must tell me, y/n. I am your doctor and I just want you to get better."

He sighs, looking at you with a... loving? look in his eyes. Huh... loving? You never thought you'd describe his eyes as loving, especially towards you of all people! Haha, maybe it's a platonic type of love!

You nod at him, smiling awkwardly before looking at the small paper bag he held before gesturing to it.

"Doctor, what's that? Is that for me?"

You hum, staring curiously at the bag that smelled wonderful. You wonder whether he bought that for you or for himself. Or maybe he bought it for both of you to share?He'd do that once in a while when he was feeling hungry.

Doctor Eurwen looks down at the paper bag, smiling slightly as he places it on your table, opening it before taking out a small croissant.

"It's for both of us. I was hungry and bought a croissant for myself. Then I thought I'd get my favourite patient a little something as well."

He hums, pushing the small bag towards you as he munches on his croissant. You feel your heart flutter at his words, eyes widening as you look at the paper bag that carried another croissant in it. Ah, so he did get it for you! How nice of him...

"Thank you doctor, you really didn't have to. The hospital will get me breakfast later..."

"Don't worry about it, just treat this as a small snack."

He chuckles, smiling at you before he takes out his phone to show you a picture of his dog. Right! He had a dachshund dog that he treated like his own daughter!

"Milly gained some weight recently. She's been eating too much. I should reduce her treats."

The young doctor sighs, showing you some videos of his beloved puppy before looking at you with a cheeky grin. You can't help but feel your heart skip a beat at his attractive face.

"y/n, after you get better, we should go for a walk sometime. We can walk Milly together."

He proposes, looking down at his phone before chuckling softly. His cheeks were a soft pink, eyes clouded with happiness as you freeze in place, gulping nervously as you feel yourself grow hot at the sight of your doctor.

You try to answer, but your mouth was dry and your brain refused to cooperate normally, rendering your ability to speak useless at the sight of the handsome man. So you opted to nodding instead, laughing awkwardly as you avert your eyes elsewhere.

Damn, that was embarrassing as hell.

"Anyway, I'll be back with your medicine and check up later. Enjoy the croissant I got for you."

He mumbles, backing away as he pats your head. You watch as he leaves the room quietly, not mentioning anything about your flustered state. As soon as he was gone and the door to your room clicked shut, you let out a silent sigh of relief.

Thank god he left. You swear that you'd die from embarrassment if he remained in your presence any longer.

Shaking your head, you stretch slightly before looking out the window. What a beautiful day it was today! You can't wait for later and the following days to come!

...

A warm breeze kisses your skin gently, the smell of freshly cut flowers as well as sanitized equipment invades your senses as you rub your eyes and let out a soft yawn.

You immediately shoot out of bed, eyes wide as you observe your surroundings cautiously.

What? Flowers? You were sure that Doctor Eurwen removed them yesterday after the check-up...

You stare at the clear vase in confusion, looking around your room before the footsteps of someone familiar walks in. Doctor Eurwen! Maybe he'd know what's up!

"Doctor!"

However, you feel your heart sink slightly at the sight of the same small paper bag that you were quite sure you threw away yesterday. What the hell was going on? Oh, wait, the bakery was nearby so he migt've just gotten it again today, right? Haha...

"Well hello to you too, y/n."

What the- The same exact greeting too? Nah, this has to be some sort of joke. Right, a joke! He probably placed the flowers back there to play a little prank on you... Of course!

"Doctor, is- is this a joke? Haha... You did the same thing yesterday..."

"What? y/n are you alright? What are you talking about?"

Doctor Eurwen frowns at your words, walking towards you as he places the small paper bag down and reaches out his hand to touch your forehead. You can't help but flinch at his touch, looking up at him with a confused expression.

"Doctor, I swear you threw those flowers out yesterday! And you definitely bought the same exact pastries! That bag looks exactly like yesterday's! Why are you playing a prank on me?"

You whimper, looking at him as you look for him for an answer. Unfortunately, all you got was his concerned gaze and furrowed eyebrows as an answer.

"y/n, I didn't do that... Are you okay? Are you having delusions again? Maybe we should adminster you a different medicine..."

You stare at him in shock, not understanding what was happening. Wait, you were so sure that yesterday actually happened. Is this just a dream? But it can't be! Everything feels too real!

"Anyway, It's for both of us. I was hungry and bought a croissant for myself. Then I thought I'd get my favourite patient a little something as well."

Doctor Eurwen mumbles, gesturing to the paper bag of goodies on your table. But before you could protest any further, he says something which sends you into even more of a frenzy.

"Milly gained some weight recently. She's been eating too much. I should reduce her treats."

What the hell? That was the same exact line as from yesterday! You furrow your eyebrows at the doctor, chewing on your bottom lip as he talks about his pet dog before leaving the room, exactly the same way as yesterday. After he left, you couldn't help but throw the croissant into the trashbin.

Just what the hell was going on?

[81pastrys]

Mini Bwoah

Part 3 / 10

Summary— Drinks finally hit and she’s making it hard for media not to catch her an Lando’s secret

Warnings— drinking ; secret relationship

A/N— what happens at the club, stays at the club

Series list

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We dance for a few more minutes before he returns to the DJ table. I go back by the other boys and they applause as I approach. “Bingo card almost complete.” Daniel laughed.

“What were yours?” Pierre asked. I sit down confused.

“Get drunk, kiss an f1 driver, insult someone.” Daniel listed off. “All I need is for her to dance on a table and I win.”

“No way you made that before we got here.” I say. “That’s so spot on!”

“Oh no he did, then he gave us the idea and we made one for ourselves.” Oscar said.

“Daniel Ricciardo!” I say smiling.

“When I heard you were coming, I had to.” He said. “After hearing about last time.”

“Oscar how many do you have?” Pierre asked.

“Flirting with Lando, and whiskey neat.” He responded.

“Damn, I got kissing an f1 driver.” Pierre said.

“None of you will win.” I scoff. “I am not dancing on a table, that’s so immature!”

“Yet you’ve done it.” Daniel smiled.

We talk for a while and Max ends up sitting with us. “I saw you get down with Lando.” He said.

“What about it?” I smile.

“That table is nothing like a steering wheel, that’s all I can say.” He laughed.

“Max, can you believe they’re playing Raïkönnen bingo?” I ask, clearly drunk.

“Really?” He asked, intrigued. “Who’s winning?”

“That would be me, I just need her to dance on a table.” Daniel said smiling.

“She said she isn’t doing that.” Oscar said.

“Who knows the night is young.” Max said. “I’ve been waiting on it all night.”

“Waiting on what?” Pierre asked.

“For her to dance on a table, it’s hilarious.”

“Ugh, since you guys want me to do it so bad.” I roll my eyes playfully. I take off my heels and get on a table nearby dancing like there’s no tomorrow. I make eye contact with Lando and he shakes his head, gesturing for me to get down.

“I won!” Daniel laughed.

“You did indeed.” I laugh. “Now who wants to start an Alonso countdown?”

“An Alonso countdown?” Max asked.

“He acts like a dad, last time he brought me back to the trailer.” I say. “I want to do something more fun than that.”

“Alonso countdown has been started.” Oscar said, putting his phone im the middle of the coffee table.

“If it hits 2 minutes, I’m going to kiss Lando again.” I say.

“Oh she’s drunk, drunk.” Daniel said. “One kiss is whatever, but twice?”

“You just realized?” Pierre said. “She danced on a table because we talked about it too much.”

“It was getting boring.” I say. “Almost 2 minutes.”

“She’s being scandalous tonight huh?” Max laughed, as did the other 3. The timer hits 2 minutes and I make my way back to the DJ table quickly.

“No more tables for you love.” Lando said, adjusting things on the mixer. “How many drinks in are you?”

“4 whiskeys and a few odd drinks” I say confidently. “I should get another!” I went to turn around and he grabs my wrist.

“No, no, no, you’re done for the night.” He said, pulling me closer. I kiss him again and he doesn’t pull back but grabs my waist like before. “Alright, one more song- then I’m bringing you back to your dad.”

“I’m having fun though!” I whine. “Isi wanted me to come!”

“Yeah well, isi isn’t here to cut you off, so I will.” He said. He played the last song, having someone else take over. I get his full attention as he walks me down stairs.

“Wait I need my heels and my bag.” I say.

“Where are they?” He asked.

“I gave them to Daniel, no! Oscar.”

“Let’s find them then.” He sighed.

I bring him to where we sat and asked Oscar for my things. “Thank you!” I say.

“Always little kimi.” He laughed.

“Calling it quits Norris?” Pierre asked, laughing.

“Yeah, Alonso left. She’s my responsibility now, his words.” He shrugged.

“Hmm I wonder why he’d do that.” Daniel said winking after.

“She’s too drunk to even stay on 2 feet.” Lando laughed.

“Is he implying what I think he is?” I smile at Daniel. “Cause if so, I wouldn’t mind at all!”

“Yeah, don’t do it mate, she’s long gone.” Oscar said to Lando.

“She can sober up to be tipsy and I wouldn’t.” Lando said. “Well, tell them bye Reagan.”

“Bye boys!” I say blowing a kiss. We walk to the exit and he tells valet to get his car. “Which one did you bring?” I ask.

“It’s a rental love.” He said. The valet driver hands him the keys, he opens my door. He helps me get in without flashing anyone. He buckles my seatbelt, then closes the door. He gets in the driver seat and sighs. He buckles his seatbelt and starts driving. I get comfy in the seat and fall asleep.

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[obsesssedblerd]

“Are… Are you sure that you don’t want me to go with you?” 

At Choso’s question, Yuuji Itadori stops packing his bag for school and turns to face him. Is he nervous? Of course, but he’s in high school now. If he doesn’t start doing things on his own now, then he never will. After placing one of the bag’s straps on one shoulder, he gives him an easy smile. “I’ll be fine, aniki,” he says softly. “I promise.” 

His older brother doesn’t look too convinced, but he doesn’t say it out loud. Instead, he smiles in return and ruffles his pink hair. “Alright, have a good first day. Call me if you need anything.”

Yuuji rides to school on his bike—a neat birthday present from his uncle Sukuna. That guy is wild and reckless, but anyone could tell that he had a soft spot for both Yuuji and Choso, and made sure that they had everything that they needed. When he arrives, he maneuvers his way through crowds of equally-nervous first years, already being approached by second and third years looking for members to join their clubs that meet after school. Choso recommended to Yuuji that he join a club, but he didn’t know exactly which one to join. 

A boy his age walks past him, and Yuuji stops, his eyes slightly widening as he takes in the sight of him. Though he’s wearing a uniform like everyone else, Yuuji decides that it looks the best on him. He’s tall and fair-skinned, and his dark hair is spiky—a little messy, too, but it looks good. His eyes—the prettiest pair that Yuuji has ever seen in his fifteen years of living—are a dark blue and framed with long lashes, and Yuuji’s immediately trying to memorize the exact shade. 

Whoa. 

He wants to say hi, but he notices the headphones on the boy’s ears. Should he introduce himself? Hi, I’m Yuuji Itadori. I think you’re pretty- What? No, that’s ludicrous. Hey, dude, I’m Yuuji, we should totally be friends, by the way you’re cute. Ugh, still a bit ridiculous. He needs to think of something different. Maybe-

“Hey, don’t hit it over there! The door’s wide open!!” A student from inside the gymnasium shouts, and suddenly, a sports ball flies in the direction of the boy Yuuji’s been stupidly staring at. It’s coming too fast, and when Yuuji warns him, it’s not loud enough for him to hear over his music. 

Thinking quickly, Yuuji dashes and then jumps high, slamming the ball away before it could hit him in the head. Because of it, he crashes into him, and they both fall to the ground. The boy underneath him groans, and Yuuji gasps, scrambling to his feet and holding out a hand to help him up. “I’m so sorry!” He says, a little breathless from his running and from how cute this dark-haired boy is, “That ball was going to hit you, and um, I tried calling out to you but your headphones were on. Are you alright?!” 

He blinks a couple of times, then looks over at the ball, which another student is retrieving, a little stunned from watching Yuuji hit it. “I’m alright,” he mumbles. “Thank you.” He gently grabs his hand, and Yuuji pulls him up. As he watches him brush his uniform off, numerous sentences to break the ice rapidly bounce back and forth in Yuuji’s mind. Finally, he settles on one. “Uh, nice headphones.” They do look quite expensive. His parents must make a lot of money.

“Thanks,” he mumbles again. Hm, not much of a talker. 

Yuuji doesn’t mind. He flashes him his usual grin. “What’s your name?”

“Fushiguro.” 

Ah, last name. “I’m Itadori.” 

“Nice meeting you, Itadori,” he says, then readjusts the bag on his shoulder. “See you around. Thanks again.” 

“Oh, uh, see you later!” Yuuji calls as he begins to walk off, feeling very excited all of a sudden. He’ll definitely be seeing him around. 

He smiles to himself, then begins to brush off his clothes. “Fushiguro, huh?” he mutters, then becomes aware of just how heated his face was. No, just a hot day. Totally not blushing. 

“You there!!” 

Yuuji looks over to see the student that retrieved the ball he hit earlier pointing at him. “Uh… me?” he asks after looking around to see if anyone else was nearby.

“Yes, you!” The student is more on the shorter side, with bright orange hair and a determined grin. “What’s your name?” 

“Yuuji Itadori. I’m a first year.” 

“Shoyo Hinata, also a first year!” He exclaims excitedly. “Are you thinking about joining the volleyball club?! That spike was incredible!!”

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a/n: yuuji and shoyo would've been the BEST of friends. the way i screamed when reading jjk265 and learning that yuuji grew up in (or around?) sendai. his ass should've been at karasuno worrying about making it to nationals instead of fighting these damn curses lmfaoooo

[pinklotushere]

they've been on mind ever since I saw @demonic0angel 's art, and now I've manifested this

Steph ducked into the small, dimly lit coffee shop, her boots scuffing against the floor as she brushed snow off her coat.

She just finished her third patrol of the week, and though nothing particularly pressing had come up, she couldn't shake the unease. The quiet in Gotham is always a sign for the storm coming

The coffee shop was packed, every table occupied by students hunched over laptops, couples chatting quietly, and a few harried professionals pounding away at keyboards. Steph glanced around with a sigh. No seats. Of course.

Her gaze landed on a lone guy at a corner table. His red hair stood out first, messy but vibrant, almost too neat to match the dark hoodie he wore.

His head was bent over a notebook, and his pen moved furiously across the page. Green eyes darted up briefly, scanned the room as if expecting something—or someone—and then went back to his work.

“Perfect,” Steph muttered under her breath.“him or nothing, I guess”

She weaved through the tables and stopped next to him.

“Hey,” she said, trying to sound casual. “Mind if I sit here? It’s kind of a zoo.”

He froze for a moment, then looked up at her like he was surprised she was speaking to him. His eyes were sharper than she expected, calculating, but he nodded after a beat.

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead.”

“Thanks,” Steph said, dropping into the seat across from him and setting her coffee on the table. She pulled out her phone and started scrolling, not paying him any mind. He didn’t seem like a threat—just another Gotham weirdo trying to survive a cold January night.

But then he mumbled something under his breath.

“...Can’t believe they’re still covering up the sixth victim. Do they really think nobody’s paying attention?”

Steph froze. Her head snapped up, and she fixed him with a sharp look. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

The guy stiffened, clutching his pen a little tighter. “What? Nothing. Just talking to myself.”

“Uh-huh.” She leaned forward, her casual demeanour giving way to something more focused. “Sixth victim of what, exactly?”

He hesitated, his eyes narrowing as if trying to figure out her angle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

He glanced around nervously, then leaned in closer. “There’s been six murders in Gotham in the last two months. All random, on paper. But if you look at the details—locations, dates, even the way the bodies were found—there’s a pattern. A really specific one.”

Steph’s stomach twisted. She knew about the murders—bruce had mentioned them briefly, and she’d overheard barbie saying they might be connected. But this guy wasn’t supposed to know that.

“What kind of pattern?” she asked, keeping her tone light, almost teasing.

He tilted his head, studying her. “Why are you so interested?”

“Call it morbid curiosity,” she said with a shrug. “You seem to know more than the average guy reading the news, and I’m nosy. So spill.”

He sighed, pushing his notebook toward her. “It’s all in here. Dates, times, victim profiles. If you cross-reference it with known Court of Owls activity, it lines up perfectly. But no one’s talking about it. Not the media, not the cops—no one.”

The mention of the Court made her pulse spike, but she kept her expression midly interested and slightly disbelieving. “The Court of Owls? Seriously?”

“They’re real,” he said firmly, green eyes burning with conviction. “And they’re behind this. I don’t know how yet, but I will.”

Steph leaned back, pretending to be unimpressed. “Sounds like a lot of work for a hobby.”

“It’s not a hobby,” he muttered, sitting back and crossing his arms. “It’s the truth. Someone has to figure it out.”

Steph studied him for a moment. His voice had softened, the determination replaced with a quiet frustration that felt oddly sincere.

She couldn’t decide if he was a genius or just another Gotham conspiracy nut. Either way, he was cute—she hadn’t noticed before, but his sharp features and intense green eyes gave him an endearing, almost earnest look.

She smiled. “Well, Weston—”

“How do you know my name?” he asked, suddenly on edge.

“It’s on your notebook,” she said, pointing at the corner of the page where “W. Weston” was scribbled. “Relax, Sherlock. I’m not psychic.”

Wes flushed, muttering something she didn’t catch, and steph grinned. "Call me wes"

“well, Wes, this was fun,” she said, standing up and sliding her bag over her shoulder. “We should hang out sometime.”

He blinked. “What? Why?”

Steph tilted her head, smirking. “Let’s just say I’m curious about what else you know. And hey, you’re kind of cute. That doesn’t hurt.”

Wes stared at her, caught somewhere between confusion and a flustered frown.

“Here,” she said, scribbling her number on a napkin and sliding it across the table. “Call me if you figure out something big. Or if you just want to grab coffee again, oh, and you can call me steph”

She walked away without waiting for his response, but as she pushed through the door, she glanced back and saw him staring after her, the napkin in his hand.

Well, she thought, this can't go wrong either way

[angelicblondie]

hands on

pairing: fwb!rafe x fem!reader

cw: sexual themes, toxic dynamic 18+ post (MDNI)

 synopsis: your best friend corners you at a party

stood in the corner, there you were. a tacky red plastic cup in your delicate hands - to rafe, it just didn't seem right. what were you even doing here? you looked ridiculously out of the place.

you weren't meant to be here. he told you so. it was one night a few months ago, and you were laying bare in rafes bed, catching your breath and scrolling aimlessly on your phone after a tiring "exertion", as your best friend had called it. rafe had immediately gotten up though, throwing back on his clothes from before. you furrowed your brows with a small pout, dropping your phone to the side and sitting up, your tits on display.

"where y'going?" you asked, voice hoarse.

he put on his belt as you spoke, eyes narrowed in concentration that he barely looks your way. "tops' party." he murmured in disinterest, turning the mirror on his desk and bending down, ruffling his hair to make it neat.

eyes lighting up with hope, you asked, "can i come?"

still barely paying you any mind, rafe shook his head in the mirror. "nah, sweetheart. not the place for you."

you pouted once more. "but rafe-" you whined.

rafe by now looked annoyed, and the thought that you were the one to make him that way sent a feeling of guilt through you chest. "what did i say? you cant come." he all but growled.

he then sighed, trying to contain composure. "you wouldnt even like it, anyway," he grumbled, standing up straighter to get a better view of his outfit, "jus a bunch a'whores trying t'get laid, n'people high out of their minds. you'd be beggin to leave in the first 5 minutes, trust."

you slumped back on the bed with a frown, but decided to trust him. hes your best friend, has been since you were little. he wouldnt lie.

but, now in the present, your friends had invited you to go to a party with them. you werent a prude, you enjoyed having fun with your girls. but, you didn't realise it was a party thrown by topper. and even then, you somwhat forgot what rafe had said, i mean, it was so long ago, and he was really only talking about that one party. besides, since when is rafe the boss of you?

you were giggling with you friends, doubling over. it was clear to rafe that you were tipsy, if not drunk. you always laughed to hard when intoxicated. he clenched his jaw. hadn't he explicitly told you not to come to toppers parties? the direct disobedience made him seethe in anger. he practically felt his blood boil when he saw a group of guys approach you and your friends, and watched from afar as one of them took a particular interest in you. and the worst part; you didnt even seem to mind the attention. rafe internally scoffed.

it wasn't long before rafe sauntered over, a hard look on his face, and determination in his eyes. you eyes flickered over to the kook, and the smile adjourning your features wilted. you cleared your throat and to save yourself the embarrassment, you began walking towards him, avoiding mixing the boy and your friends. the two of you met in the middle, and you gave a faux sweet smile, which was only returned with a cool expression.

"rafey! m'so glad your-"

"what the hell are you doing here?" he interrupts, looking down at your like a scolding mother.

your frown, your lips forming a pout. "whatd'you mean?"

he scoffs. "what'd i say about going to tops parties? huh?"

your face melts in realization. "oh" you say quietly, looking around, as if just now observing where you are.

he scoffs again. "yeah, oh."

you really did feel so bad, you never meant to go against his wishes. you promised to make it up to him in any way, and when he still had an angry look on his face, you moved closer, looking up at him with wide eyes and a hold on his bicep. lucky for the both of you, rafe is forgiving - at a cost.

[make-much-of-time]

The Dead Poets and the Pop Girlies!

(Well, not quite, it's more my headcanons for the decently mainstream female musicians the Poets would enjoy in a modern au but it's not as fun, so.)

Neil - Chapell Roan

Ok aside from pink pony club being his anthem, I think he would really just enjoy the theatrics of her performances even if he doesn't quite relate to the songs themselves. Also, he would have soooo much respect for her when she tells off rude photographers and just unapologetically fights for what she believes in - I think it would he almost cathartic for him. I feel like she's someone he would want to be like when he becomes a famous actor, as well.

Todd - Mitski

Is anyone surprised by my pick for him ahahaha. While she isn't exactly a pop girlie, Mitski is decently mainstream I think. Anyway, I think he would loooove her ly rics and has cried to her music more than once. I feel like he would print out her lyrics and analyze it like poetry (because it is). I think he would really just feel seen by her music, that's all.

Charlie - Sabrina Carpenter

Do I really need to explain this one? He sings Juno like he feels it in his soul. He would just get her music, ykwim. Idk what else to say it just makes sense in my head. My short king and my short queen <3

Cameron - Olivia Rodrigo

Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl is his song lowkey. I actually didn't realise the thing with the Sabrina-Olivia beef when I thought of Olivia for him but wow it really works huh. I don't really have much of an explanation for this one either other than "it just makes sense!!"

Knox - Taylor Swift

Again, I feel like this surprises no one. He's the biggest Swiftie out of them all. I wish enough about Taylor to talk about specific eras but I really don't know that much but like yall get it, right?

Meeks - Charli xcx

I feel like Meeks would listen to Charli religiously even if he isn't much of a club go-er sort of guy, yk? But he would still listen to all the club music and edm and hyper-pop and such. It makes sense to me okay pls 😭😭

Pitts - Lana Del Rey

He just thinks she's so neat. Obsessed with the music and her voice even though he doesn't relate to most of her lyrics even a little bit. He would get so offended when people dont take him seriously as a fan. Loves quoting her lyrics out of context ("just say you want to fuck that old man, Pittsie" "Don't you know, "I've got sweet taste for men who are older"")

[ao0o0]

ECHOES OF THE FORUM - 1

Disclaimer: Chapter 1 is finally here. Took me a while, I know, BUT I did have a lot going on so I hope you can forgive me. I also wanted to mention, that I've never written a fanfiction before so don't expect this to be a masteripiece, but I'll try ;). (English is NOT my first language, so please excuse any mistakes I might make writing this.)

Summary: One day, while exploring ancient Roman ruins with your friends, you stick your nose where you shouldn't have and...oh my! Why do the ruins look so new? Where have all the people come from? ...Wait...why are they dressed like...oh no..

Pairings: You/Emperor Geta

Warnings: pretty much none...for now ^^

We have arrived. Finally. My ass hurts from sitting on the bike for too long. Turns out it wasn't a good idea to ride all the way to these abandoned ruins on a BIKE. Unfortunately, Nela and Daniel wouldn't listen to me when I told them so.

While I tried to walk normaly Dan shouted: "Hey! Isn't it interesting that nobody made this into a tourist attraction? I ain't complaining though. I mean...it looks pretty neat if you ask me." "Right? We have this place all to ourselves!" Nela shouted back. I have to admit, it looks phenomenal. It's not a palace or any other important enough building to remember, but it sure is a wonder non-the-less.

I stood there, admiring the ruins when Nela called me over to her: "Y/N, you have to see this." "What is it?" I made my way towards her. "What have you found?" "A cool-ass mozaic picture. There's a..priest of some sort? I don't really know.. and something written in latin." "Okayyy? Show me." Nela led me inside the building. Much further inside then I expected but, my God, was it worth it.

On a wall there was a mozaic, just as she promised. It covered half of the it and looked majestic. The priest was holding a sword of some sort. Definitely not a Roman style sword..but..it was a sword. Above him a big, vertically depicted eye stared right into my soul. It was weirdly clean and preserved too. Hm..strange. "So~? What do you say?" She asked. "It's amazing!" I exclaimed in awe. "I know. I was hoping you could tell me what the text says since you know a little latin from when we were in school. History being your major and stuff." "Oh yeah, I don't know if I remember enough to translate it, but I'll try."

I focused on the mozaic. The text wasn't long, but that doesn't mean it wasn't comolicated. "What're you guys doing?" Dan chimed in somewhere from behind us. "Shush. Y/N is trying to translate this text on the wall. Let her focus." "Ohhhh! Okay, okayy, sorry. Jeez." I could almost hear Daniels eyes rolling at how Nela dismissed him.

After a few more minutes I finally peeled my eyes off of the mozaic. "So? What does it say?" The excitement in Nelas eyes was evident. "I couldn't translate it completely. But, It says: Aperiam tempus portas nisi quis tempus. Ad finem destinatum tuum something something. The last few words are covered in..what looks like white dust."

Then an idea came to me: "Dan? Could you bring me a big rock So I can reach the last few words and dust it off?" "Sure." Huh, that was quick, usually he complains. I turned to Nela. "I wish I could tell you the full translation, but the only thing I got from it was something about 'gates of time' or something like that." "Huh, Gates of time?" "Probably a metaphor of some sorts, I don't know."

Dan came back and placed the rock infront of me. "Thanks." I thanked him And he stepped back to where Nela was standing. I barely reached where I needed to, but I did. And that's what counts.

Slowly, I began to dust off the white powder which revealed the words 'ut diu finiat'. "Got it! The text reads 'Aperiam tempus portas nisi quis tempus. Ad finem destinatum tuum ut diu finiat!'" I got off the rock turning my smiling face to my friends. However, when I took my first step towards them, the eye emited a strange light around me. Like a stage light. I stopped in my tracks, a horrified look on both Dan's And Nela's faces. I turned my back to them. Me, myself horrified at the scene before me. Nela screamed: "Y/N, YOU'RE...DISSAPEARING." I looked down. Dread falling over me immidiately. I was dissapearing. My limbs turned into dust as the eye sucked it inside. I turned my head towards my friends when everything turned dark.

...

Everything hurts. Again. Not just my butt this time though. Everything.

My head is pounding, my chest feels squished and...oh- why does it smell like that? Are those..voices? Do I hear latin? Nooo, it can't be latin. Latin's been a dead language for some time now. I must've suffered a concussion or something. "Nela? Dan?" I slowly opened my eyes, the sunlight hitting me painfully. Everything was blury. I turned myself to lay on my back and put my arm across my eyes to block the sunlight. "Where are you guys?" That's not english... "Miss? Are you alright?" That's definitely not english. And I did NOT have a concussion. It is latin. IT IS LATIN.

I shot up, sitting. When I opened my eyes fully and got used to the light what I saw was...what the fuck..

Before me was a woman..dressed in a stola. Hair tied up in a bun. No, wait, there is a bunch of people here. She way the closest one to me, looking as scared as ever. I tried standing up when she screamed, ran away closer to the rest of the by-standers. I stood up fully, but at what cost. My legs hurt as if I ran a marathon. I took my first step..that awoke absolute chaos. Everyone started running out of wherever it is we were.

I'm So confused. Damn. I saw a little clearer, altough everything was still spinning. I got out of the building as well.. after some time. Which was a mistake as I was grabbed by both my arms and shoved forward. "Move it, woman." A rough voice spat out. My vision cleared fully And I could see I was surrounded by four, maybe six guards. Praetorians to be exact. What the fuck is happening. They dragged me through what looked like ancient Rome. Is this some kind of a bad joke? How did I get here..

We finally got to our destination. Or at least that's what I guessed based on the fact everybody stopped. I looked up. Ohh..that's definitely a palace. Guess they're taking me to the dungeons there or something. Me and my lovely praetorian companions walked up the stairs...well..they walked up, I was dragged up.

I was looking around the marble columns, admiring the beauty of this place when I heard: "My emperors, we found this wench in the streets of Rome." Oh so is Rome, after all...pause- emperorS? Plural? Bigger OH, I'm INFRONT of emperors.

My head turned towards the 'emperors' one of the pretorians was speaking to. And really...there were TWO lavishly dressed men on what looked like a throne.

All you could see on my face was shock And confusion.

One of them had a predatory look, as if I was a prey and he a dangerous beast ready to strike. His rich brown eyes had a calculating look in them. The other one, the shorter one looked a lot more...relaxed? Smiling like I was the biggest clown in town..which I probably was, not gonna lie. His icy blue eyes manic. He was spread out on his throne like an average teenage boy watching TV.

Only the blue-eyed one had a bunch of, what I assumed to be concubines, at his side. Interesting.

I was studying them further when I heard: "Very well..throw her in the dungeons before we decide any further action." Now THAT, sobered me up fully. "What?" No really...this Is latin. And I'm speaking it..since, uh, when. The brown-eyed emperor, the one who spoke up a second ago, shot me a look that gave me the impression nobody questioned him before. The angry look that promised nothing pleasant. The other one though. He answered me. He sounded very amused with my 'What?' too.. "Asking what on such an obvious thing. We don't know who you are, it Is only reasonable to have you locked up somewhere you can't do anything, Isn't it?" He giggeled too. Creepy. "Well, what Are you waiting for? My brother made a decision. Go And do as he said." He added.

Before I could react I was shoved to go forward..the second time I'm here. Well..to the dungeons I guess...what in the sweet fuck Is happening. I can't remember..

So? How did I do for my first ever fanfiction? I Hope you liked it, altough I accept criticism too. I want to make this fic as much enjoyable for you as possible.

There will be some..spicier scenes too...but that'll ve after se progress further into the story. I don't know how many chapters it'll have. Altough I expect it to be a longer story. :)

I don't know how to write Y/N without putting a little of my personality into her. So..I apologize if that bothers you.

Next chapter coming soon 🤟❤️ xoxo

~ao0o0

PS: Next chapters will be longer, don't worry, I just wanted this chapter to end...on a cliffhanger ^^

(And there might be two povs in the future. Geta's And Y/N's. I'm don't promise it 100% tho)

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Kalim Al-Asim - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

­­­­[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Kalim: Woah! I've seen this artist's work before. I think we have a bunch of their stuff on the walls back home.

Kalim: So, the Land of Dawning's National Museum of Art's gottem on display too, huh. Hehe, that's pretty neat!

Vil: Oh, this… I think this is a painting of the moment when the beloved princess and the impoverished, yet kindhearted young man were set to be married.

Kalim: Yeah, that's right! The guy on the left is the sultan, and…

Kalim: Just so the princess could marry who she wanted, he went and changed the law for her.

Vil: Oh, hello, Kalim. I wasn't expecting you to know the particular details of the tale.

Kalim: The attendants back home would read me books with their stories. I really like the ones that have happy endings!

Kalim: Oh yeah, and did you know? The sultan here loved to collect miniature models.

Kalim: In his room, he had carriages large enough even a kid could ride in it, and statues of horses with wings…

Kalim: He even had a model of the royal palace! Apparently he'd always be playing with it.

Vil: Mhmm. Quite the childish hobby for a country's ruler to have.

Kalim: Oh, is playing with models childish? I'm always playing with mine whenever I go back home.

Kalim: Once, I mentioned to my dad I was curious what our home looked like from above, y'see.

Kalim: So then, he went and made a miniature model of our whole estate and a special room to put it in.

Vil: He made something like that just because you asked one thing… I suppose I shouldn't expect anything less from the Asim family.

Vil: But if it had its own room… How big was this model, anyway?

Kalim: Uhhh… I think at first, it was about the size of a magic carpet.

Kalim: Back then, it was just the estate buildings, but before I knew it, the land had been tacked on as well.

Kalim: And every time we added to the house, the model got an addition too, so it just got bigger and bigger.

Kalim: Whenever we'd buy new furniture, the stuff in my room, or my siblings' rooms would move around and change, too…

Kalim: There was always some kind of change whenever I looked into it. Sometimes I really couldn't tell what changed, though. Ahahah!

Vil: Even your furniture is a part of the model? Well, isn't that ridiculously elaborate…

Kalim: Yeah! That model is super awesome! The small clocks and furniture actually function, and…

Kalim: The roof and the walls of the model are made of the same stuff as our actual home, so it looks just like it.

Kalim: Water'll actually come out of the marble fountains, and even the trees and lawn are apparently made of real moss.

Kalim: Anyway, since it's a perfect replica of my real home, it really lets me feel like I'm a giant!

Kalim: Oh yeah. And on the ceiling of the room with the model, there are monitors and sprinklers…

Kalim: So night can turn into day, or it can rain or whatever.

Kalim: If the switch next to the model is pressed while in nighttime mode, the whole model lights up and it's so pretty!

Kalim: Also, we'd get miniature elephants and camels on parade…

Vil: Enough already! You've already convinced me just how special your personal miniature model is!

­­­­[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Vil: This is a painting of the Lord of the Underworld and his men.

Vil: From what I hear, the Lord of the Underworld's subordinates had the power to change their form and voice at well, and even could take on the appearance of children.

Kalim: Woah～ They must've been amazing. Oh, that reminds me, I once turned myself into an adult, y'know.

Vil: You turned yourself into an adult…? Do you mean you disguised yourself as one?

Kalim: Yeah! When I was little, my family and I went to go see a play and there was this one scene where a ruler dressed up like one of his servants.

Kalim: I wanted to try the dame thing, so that night after the play, I put my plan into action.

Kalim: Like, if I were to wear the household attendant's clothes and wear shoes with bigger soles, I'd look just like an adult, right?

Kalim: And then I even put on a huge hat and covered my face with sunglasses, too.

Vil: You really seem proud of yourself… And you're saying no one realized it was you?

Kalim: YEAH, IT WAS A PERFECT DISGUISE!

Kalim: They didn't even call my name, just said stuff like, "Perhaps it is time for bed, my young, esteemed colleague?"

Vil: They absolutely knew. No one in their right mind would tell their colleague to go rest in the middle of their duties.

Kalim: Eh? …YOU'RE SO RIGHT!! You're amazing, Vil. I never even realized before you said that just now.

Kalim: But then, how did they even figure out it was me?

Vil: I wouldn't call what you did a disguise or anything. All you did was wear your attendants' clothing.

Vil: Your behavior and speech were the same as usual, weren't they? Then there was nothing disguised. It was no different than you changing between your school or dorm uniforms.

Kalim: So if they figured it out 'cause of my behavior…? So then, I shouldn't've talked like I normally do, right?

Vil: Yes. Think back to the mannerisms of the attendants in your estate and how they treat you.

Kalim: Their mannerisms… Hmm…

Kalim: Oh, I think I got it! So I should've tried to speak more polite-like!

Vil: I wasn't really talking about something as minor as that, but… Well, I suppose that's a step in the right direction.

Vil: If you are going to disguise yourself as another person, you cannot just mimic them. You must completely change your mannerisms, speech, everything.

Kalim: I got it. Thanks for the advice!

Kalim: I know what I have to fix now, so… I gotta try again as soon as I can!

Vil: You're going to try again…? Here? And who exactly are you planning to disguise yourself as?

Kalim: Obviously, one of my family's attendants! This time for sure, it'll be the best disguise ever!

Vil: I think dressing up as an Asim family attendant would just be too conspicuous… But I do look forward to seeing how you pull it off.

­­­­[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Kalim: Woah! Look, Vil! There's a painting of a tea party.

Vil: According to legend, this tea party was ridiculously strange…

Kalim: It's super cool, don'tcha think! This is one of my favorite displays.

Kalim: It had teapots whistling along to songs, and plates that could be eaten after being doused in tea…

Kalim: On top of that, there was a cake that would fly up into fireworks as soon as its candles were lit!

Kalim: And their large table was just completely covered in all those tableware and foodstuffs! Awesome, right!?

Vil: …You look at that tea party and genuinely think it 'awesome'? It looks as though we have completely different tastes.

Kalim: Oh, you don't think so, Vil?

Vil: Mhm. That's because I like enjoying a quiet teatime.

Kalim: They say that the girl in the tale didn't even have time to drink her tea, so it sounded pretty fun to me.

Kalim: If I ever get to attend a tea party that's this chaotic, I'd totally be down!

Kalim: Ooh, or, should I throw a tea party myself? We can act out this specific scene.

Kalim: I bet it'd be fun to sing along with my dormmates as the teapots jammed.

Kalim: Oh yeah! Don'tcha think everyone'll be surprised if the teapots also danced and leaped around with the rest of us?

Vil: Yes, I'm sure they would be.

Kalim: Yeah, I can't just try to imitate the legends. It should be an even grander extravaganza!

Kalim: I'll have to prep a lot of edible plates… And a buncha different teas they can use to dip the dishes in…

Kalim: What's left… Oh right, the cake!

Kalim: I should make it a much larger cake than what the girl in the tale got.

Kalim: That way there'd be even bigger fireworks, and it'll get everyone real excited!

Vil: I can absolutely picture your dormmates running around so loudly.

Kalim: Right!? After that… Hmmm. Vil, you got any good ideas?

Vil: You shouldn't ask me, but instead ask your dormmates for their opinion.

Kalim: Yeah! Of course, I'll definitely check with them.

Kalim: But, I want to invite you too, Vil. So tell me, what kind of party do you want it to be?

Vil: [sighs] …I just told you. I would rather enjoy a quiet teatime.

Vil: Thank you for the invite, but I'll have to decline. Bye, now.

Kalim: Okay…  Then you definitely gotta come to the next party I throw!

Kalim: All right, which painting should I check out next? Ooh! Is that…?

Kalim: Yeah, just as I thought! It's artwork that shows the young man marching in a parade on an elephant's back!

Kalim: There were 75 golden camels, 53 peacocks, and a bunch of other animals and dancers following him...

Kalim: Looks like he was trying to entertain the whole country on the way to visit the princess.

Kalim: He went through all that effort just to make everyone happy… There's no doubt about it.

Kalim: This guy is definitely an awesomely good guy. I'm a real good judge of character, after all!

Requested by @starshiningsirius.

[cupidssorbet]

COD CHARACTER DICK ANALYSIS.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ COD Characters x Reader.

Characters Included: John Price, Ghost “Simon” Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, and John “Soap” Mactavish.

Summary: Title says it all!

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Note: This is part 1 of not sure how many but I saw these kinds of things for other characters so I’m doing it for these guys! just know more prompts will be coming as well as other things! :)

Content/Includes: In the title! PS remember that this is just what I think and everyone has different opinions!

NOT PROOFED, MAJOR MAJOR INSPO TO @arachine because their dick series is my biggest inspo for this cod one so PLEASE PLEASE go check out their blog!!

PS IM FINALLY BACK AFTER BEING BUSY FOR SO LONG AND I DO PLAN ON BETTING TO ASKS AND OTHER PROMPTS!!

Enjoy! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ ✧

Price:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 8 inches flaccid and 9 erect, NOW HERE ME OUT, he’s 6’0 from what I learned on Google and I mean, do you see and HEAR this man? He’s a captain, he’s got those mutton chops, he’s absolutely got something that slaps his thigh when he walks.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: He’s not skinny, and he’s not split you open girthy, it’s that good median some where between that gives you that good stretch but isn’t painful.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: Price isn’t PALE pale so down south he’s got a little tan to it, his tip is just a bit darker compared to his dick, like if I have to give a hexcode AND I WILL, it’s #D29A7C.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: Do you see those mutton chops?? He is neat and tidy, his carpet matches the drapes in a sense of being not messy or anything just neat and all put together.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: VEINS, UGH, you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me he doesn’t got a few veins along the bottom and on the side. A few thick ones that rub just right when riding him, he’s also got not majorly noticeable curve but a slight curve to it.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He’s a giver, I saw someone say this I wholeheartedly agree, he’s a giver, he likes you riding him and taking it as you please his hands on your hips as you set your pace.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

“There ya go, slow— Oohh— Steady there love.” He breathed out with a slight chuckle, hands finding purchase right on your hips occasionally rubbing down your thighs. “Fuck— Doesn’t matter how many times I ride you I still can’t get over the stretch.” you laughed out as you slowly sank down with his help as he breathed all kinds of praises with that smile on his face.

Eventually you were buried to the hilt deep within him, your velvet heat clutching him, “God knew you could do it— Never fail to impress darling.” Price chuckled before you redirected his hand from your hips to your stomach the slight bulge in your lower catching him off guard, the groan that emitted from his throat was down right dirty. “God damn you know just how to rile me up, I suggest you hold on huh?” He chuckled deeply.

Ghost:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 7 flaccid, 8.5 hard, he is big but he’s not BIG, you feel me? He’s got that good even, and you best believe he knows how to use it. I mean hello?? Look at him? Anyways I stand by it, 7 flaccid, 8.5 hard.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: He’s a buff lad because we’re taking mw2/3 ghost with those man tits and big ass arms, he’s definitely thick, split you open thick in a sense.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: With his mask and such I would like to say he’s pale so his dick might be slightly pale as well his tip color though would be slightly darker like, #FAC3B3 & #D69786.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: See I like to believe his hair is shorttt beneath his mask so he would also keep it kinda clipped and short not exactly long or like out there, he’d had it pretty maintained like a little scruff maybe.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: Two words, God yes. Curved up just slightly with veins on the underside and one on the front side.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He seems like the rough types and if he’s busy but needs you so and he’ll face fuck you while your head under his desk.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

His grip was tight on your hair as you allowed him to move your head back and fourth as you braced your hands on his thighs. The obscenely wet sounds of your spit & precum shined lips gliding and wrapped around his cock.

“Look at you— *fuck* — such a mess around my cock huh? Little fuckin’ cocksleeve practically.” Ghost chuckled deeply in his chest as he lowered your mouth fully down onto his length causing a little gag from you as you gripped his thighs and he relished in this groaning at the sight and sound of you gagging around him as more drool spilled from your lips.

Gaz:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 6 flaccid but 7.5 erect, he’s got that good even ground not split you open or good lord how is it gonna fit big but enough that he makes you feel that full feeling you can’t get enough of.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: I don’t have a specific like width length in terms of measurements but I’d like to say he’s a good neutral, gives you that good feeling when fucking you.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: #C98767 & #AB6F4F , it’s got a little fade to the mushroom tip, the tip just being a bit darker towards the end.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: He’s groomed, his hair is short like short so I’d think he’d keep it pretty much tamed with a little curl to it.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: OOOO, yeah he got veins, more like one up from the bottoms and one on the top that goes into a fork. He’s just a litttleee curved.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: I feel like he likes to take you from the back, he’s a bit of an ass man, maybe some tummy and thighs honestly.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

“God..” Gaz huffed out as his grip on your hips tightened, his gaze trailing down to your ass and the way it bounced everywhere time he thrusted in and out of your velvet heat. He couldn’t help but land a smack to it earning a, ‘Oh!’ From you and a groan from him. “You like that huh? Go on and tell me.” Gaz managed out punctuating the words with thrusts.

Soap:

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Length: 7 flaccid, maybe 7.5 ish not too big not too small, just the right ish amount for most. Because let’s be honest Soap isn’t big or small, right smack dab in the middle.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Width: I wanna say, he’s a bit girthy though, not twig thin but maybe the same width of a banana which is usually 1.5 to 2 inches, so take that how you will.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Color: I feel he’s pale around the base and a little darker to the tip, I don’t have exact set colors for soap because I can’t pin point exactly what colors but think pale to tanner.

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⋆₊˚⊹♡ Grooming/Styling: I feel like, just by looking at his Mohawk and facial hair look it’s like messy but it’s not overly dramatic or grown out but it isn’t quite buzzed either so like a tamed bush in a sense.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Are they curved? Any veins?: CURVED AND VEINS, he’s got a vein on the under side curved to the tip and over to the top side slightly, as for curved it curves to the left just slightly and up a teeny bit.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Favorite way to use it: He’s a thigh & tit guy in my opinion, so, I feel he looovess thigh fucking.

⋆₊˚⊹♡ Prompt:

You HAD been finishing up cleaning the dishes in your favorite PJ’s right before bed until your boyfriend came meandering out…then you found yourself on the bed, on your back, panting softly as you looked at where his cock tip poked out from between your thighs that just couldn’t keep his hands off.

“So..Fucking…Good.” Soap punctuated his words with deep thrusts, pearls of precums catching on your thighs as he thrusted.

[caeunot]

Hi!! can you write a Johnnie x fem reader fluff? 🙏🏼

johnnie guilbert x reader fluff♡

valentines day with johnnie

➷ you didn't have a boyfriend, you haven't had one in 3 years and it doesn't bother you one bit. it was only when your close friend johnnie said it was a little sad that you were spending valentines day completely alone and only working. his words affected you more than you hoped, you had automatically assumed that this was the norm and having someone shatter that bubble was quite jarring.

"well then sir what should I do, valentines day is tomorrow and literally everyone I know is busy" you say sipping your already cold coffee, you didn't want to get up and warm it up though, in case of the subject changing.

"I think you should spent it with me! not in a weird way but in a platonic way, as you can see I also have no plans", "woah woah I never said I had no plans, just that my plans were not very valentines day themed" he laughed, "so is that a yes? can I pick you up after work?"

"it's a yes you weirdo"

you purposefully dressed better and put on more makeup than usual that morning, you knew johnnie would pick you up at your work instead of at your house so you wouldn't have time to get ready. you also packed in a skimpy black dress just for emergency! (you never know what might happen okay??)

and just as you assumed, there was johnnie waiting outside your work at exactly 4:20 pm, how he knew the exact time you would walk out still is a complete mystery. he was wearing a suit with a flower in his hand and did a little twirl when you walked up to him, "I clean up well huh" you smile, "yeah, for an emo guy"

"I'm not the one still in work clothes" you roll your eyes, "okay give me a minute and I'll change". you run back inside and change your outfit in the public bathroom, as you walk out you find yourself being stared at by your co-workers, and eventually johnnie as you stepped outside.

"wow, you look amazing" you twirl just as he did earlier, "okay show off get in the car". you jump in next to him in the back seat of the uber, as you do you notice his tie was done completely wrong. you scoot into the middle seat and start fixing his tie without a warning, making him turn his face away but you could see the blush on his ears, as you finish his tie you gently fix his already neat hair with your hands, "perfect!" you mutter when you finish, looking at him directly in the eyes.

"I only did it wrong because I never wear suits okay" he says shyly, "I believe you" you say leaning back into the car seat. "so where are you taking me? especially in that outfit" he laughs, "it's a surprise! you will have to wait". you stick out your tongue and look out the window to try make out where your going.

quite a few minutes later the car pulled over in the middle of what feels like an abandoned road, around you is mainly just land and mountains. "why did we stop?" you say as johnnie gets out the car. "hey answer me!" you say turning around and looking at him through the boot as he grabs bags. "come out the car then" he says with a grin before closing the boot.

you sigh and exit out the car and almost immediately it drives away leaving you and johnnie in the middle of nowhere, he throws a bag over his shoulder and starts walking further down the road. "you coming?" he says as he turned around to see you still standing. you just sigh and follow him.

you jog a bit to catch up, "johnnie no offence but so far this date is crap", he looks over to you "it's not that much further" he says. you two continued walking for awhile untill he stopped and took you by your shoulders, "okay, wait! close your eyes!", "okay" you giggle doing as he says. he takes you by your hands and leads you forward and almost a minute later he tells you to stand still and you hear some shuffling sounds as if he's taking things out his bag.

"okay open your eyes!" you look around and see that you are high up on the mountain and enough to see all the lights from the buildings below, the orange sun was spreading throughout the sky and you couldn't help but ghasp from the view alone, you look over to johnnie and see his proud face. you also saw he had put down a picnic blanket and a lot of takeaway food.

"holy shit!! how did you know this existed?", he sits down on the blanket and waited for you to sit down to respond, "everywhere I've lived I've made it my mission to find little hidden places, if I'm honest I don't think we are even allowed to be here". "even better" you say laying down to get a better view of the clouds.

he lies down next to you leaning his face on his hand looking down at you, "thank you for letting me take you here" he says with a look you have never seen on him. "you must like me a lot to take me to your secret spot hm? or is this where you take all your girls." you said with a lewd grin.

he fixes a strand of your hair, "your the first person I've taken here". "and why am I the one to get that privilege" you say sitting up. "is that even a question y/n, no one compares to you".

you feel yourself blush, "sorry that was weird" he says shaking his head. "no no it's not, it was perfect, this is perfect.. you are perfect" you say leaning into his face but stopping before you were in touching distance. "y/n" he whimpers as he looked up into your eyes.

the air between you so thick and intense, you wanted nothing more than to have his soft lips move against yours. but sadly he breaks it away and clears his throat, "anyways I brought food! it's getting cold we should eat!"

reluctantly you did as he said and you two ate and drank in a comfortable silence, after you finish you get up the uber comes back just as it starts getting too dark. "thank you for tonight, I loved it" you said as you put your seatbelt on. "I'm so glad" he says giving a weak smile.

the silence lasted a while longer till you decided to break it, "wait I don't want to go home yet", he looks at you confused. "can we stop at the park? I want to watch the stars". he bites his lip contemplating. "okay yeah sure!" he says and directs the uber to the closest park.

once you get there he takes the bags and lays out the blanket again, you sit down feel goosebumps appear down your arm. "I'm an idiot I didn't bring a jacket" he immediately takes off his lepard jacket he had changed into earlier, he then put it on your shoulders without even asking, "you sure?" you ask, he just nods.

you lie down and take in the serenity, the stars were very clear that night and you could identify some of them, but you decided not to be cliche and list them to Johnnie. speaking about Johnnie, you couldn't help but notice how good he smells with him lying so close to you.

you turn and face him, "johnnie", you just say. he turns towards you, "yes y/n?". you take in a deep breath, "I don't want to look at the stars anymore", " what? why?" he says concerned.

"I'd much rather look at you" you say biting your lip, immediately embarrassed because of his cheesey you are.

he sits up and immediately leans in grabbing your face and kisses you passionately. you let out a small moan from surprise as he climbs on top you and grinds gently ontop of your dress, since it it so small just by that movement it starts riding up your body exposing your panties.

"mmfff not here Johnnie" you say moving back, he looks at you on his all fours like a lost desperate puppy. "fine" he says and dramatically lying back down onto the blanket. you crawl up next to him and tuck your head under his arm and wrap your leg around his. "is this okay?" you ask after you got comfortable.

he just kisses your forehead and let's out a small "mhm"

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