#They absolutely hate being picked up but always ran around on me and jumped about

[ah-the-poultry]

The cornishes when they where young

[shyxcherry]

Pretty in Red | Wooyoung

summary: your boyfriend wants to dye his hair. correction, your boyfriend wants you to dye his hair- causing you to dye his hair bright red on a friday night. at least he bought you pizza.

pairing: est relationship wooyoung x reader

genre/warning: no warning. just a short fic with a lot of fluff. im talking tooth rotting fluff that hurts if your single (like me)

word count: 1.4k

note: anyone want to be my wooyoung?

"What if we do my eyebrows?"

"Absolutely not."

You ignored the pouting of your boyfriend as you got out of the car. He was immediately at your side looking like a kicked puppy. He grabbed onto your hand to keep you from moving away from him.

"Wooyoung-"

"Baby, please." He pleaded. "Think of how good I would look."

"I can't because you can't decide on a color." You remind him. When you agreed to dying your boyfriend's hair, you should've realized how difficult he would make it. You already regret saying yes to him.

"What if you pick it out? You always know what looks best on me anyway."

You ignore the compliment as you look up at him. His dark eyes were pleading as he meet your gaze. You could see him smile as he knew you were about to agree with him- never being able to find yourself saying no to him. Hence, why your at a beauty shop late at night to get hair dye.

"You stress me out."

You snatch your arm away from him as you make your way to the front door of the beauty shop. Wooyoung was easily able to catch up with you, intertwining your fingers before kissing your hand.

"I love you."

"You better."

He laughed at your attempt to be mad at him. He held the door open for you before you two stepped into the store. It was just the two of you and a worker who really looked like she didn't want to be there. You greeted her before quickly making your way back to where the hair dye was, your boyfriend right on your heels.

So much, that when you stopped, he ran into you nearly knocking you over.

"Really?" You turn back to question him after he had caught you. He looked down with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry. I got distracted."

"What was so important that you nearly knocked me over for?"

Wooyoung shrugged, moving his hand down to squeeze your ass. You let out an embarrassed squeak as you slapped his hand away. He laughs at your reaction as you move away from him. "Your ass looks really good in those pants."

"I am going to murder you when we get home."

Wooyoung shrugged, unphased by your threat. "As long as I can look at your ass while I die, I'll be okay."

You scoff at his answer before turning away from him. You look over all of the colors that the store offers. Wooyoung couldn't make up his mind, but he did tell you he wanted something bright. At least his hair was already blonde- meaning you didn't have to bleach it.

"Have you made up your mind on a color?"

Wooyoung responds by wrapping his arms around you. He head rested on your shoulder. "You pick it out, baby. Make me look as pretty as you."

You felt your face blush- especially when Wooyoung pressed a kiss to your cheek. "But what if you hate it?"

"Like I could hate anything you do." Wooyoung scoffed.

You let out a sigh, knowing that when he makes up his mind there isn't any changing it. You look over the colors once again before your eyes stop. "Red?"

"Let's do it." Wooyoung said without thinking about it. He grabbed two boxes, holding them in one hand while grabbing your hand with the other.

"Your ability to just jump into things without thinking about them still amazes me."

Wooyoung chuckles at your statement as he buys the hair dye. After the cashier rings them out, Wooyoung is grabbing your hand before dragging you out of there. You hold the bag as Wooyoung drives the two of you back to your shared apartment.

Once you arrive back, you tell Wooyoung to put on a shirt that he doesn't mind getting dye on while you set up everything in the bathroom. You take of your, more correctly Wooyoung's, hoodie, leaving you in a tank top. You make Wooyoung sit on the toilet as you mix the dye together.

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Who else would I want to dye my hair?" Wooyoung responded back with another question.

You let out a scoff as you roll your eyes. "Oh. I don't know. Maybe a professional."

"How many times have you dyed your own hair?" Wooyoung smirks, lightly tugging the blonde money pieces that frame your face before brushing it behind your ear. You do admit that you have dyed your hair yourself about a hundred times, but never someone else's. You were okay with messing up your own- not your boyfriends.

"That's different." You argue. "I've never dyed someone else's hair before. What if I mess it up? Or what if you hate it?"

As soon as you set the bowl of dye down, you are pulled into Wooyoung's lap. You know he did this to silence you-and you are proven right when he pulls you into a kiss. You feel your nerves about dying his hair disappear as he kisses away your worry.

"You're not going to mess it up." He mumbles as he pulls away. "And in a few hours, I'll be rocking red hair that everyone's going to be jealous of."

"Why would they be jealous?" You ask.

"Because my perfect girl did it."

You kiss him one more time before you get off of his lap. You put on gloves before you start on his hair. He opens his legs so you can stand in between them. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your waist where your skin was exposed. He tried hard to be quiet, so you could concentrate. But he could only last for a few minutes before he started talking. He could tell you didn't mind though due to the soft smile on your face.

Once you were done and were sure you didn't miss any spots, you set a timer while Wooyoung ordered you two some pizza. While Wooyoung was ordering, you quickly took the left over dye and put it on the blonde pieces that was surrounding your face. You pin them back before cleaning up your mess.

You walk back into the main room to see Wooyoung on the couch, scrolling on his phone while he was careful of not getting dye everywhere. You wanted to see how long it would take for him to notice your hair. As soon as you sat next to him, he turned to you with a large smile. A smile that even bigger when he noticed the now red instead of the blonde.

"Baby, you didn't tell me we were going to match." He spoke. "Now everyone really is going to be jealous."

"Oh hush." You shove his shoulder which caused him to laugh. You knew exactly why he was laughing when he pressed a kiss to your cheek. He loved teasing you and making you blush.

The food came right before the timer went off. Wooyoung put everything in the living room while you went to wash the red out of your hair. Once you were done, you helped Wooyoung wash the red out of his hair. After, you immediately made him sit, so you could dry it before the big reveal.

You dried his hair before allowing him to get up to look. You then dry your hair as you watch his reaction. He's quiet for a moment causing you to turn off the hair dryer.

"Do you like it?" You ask as you put the dryer up.

"Do I like it?" He questioned, looking over at you with raised brows. He steps over to you, wrapping you in his arms before kissing all over your face. You laugh as you try to pull away from him, but it didn't work. He ended his attack with a kiss on your lips. "I love it, baby. Thank you."

You smile as you run your hand through his hair. "It does look good, doesn't it?"

"I told you." He teased. You roll your eyes, not answering as you tried to pull away. Key word is try. He tightened his grip as he laughs. "I'm not letting you go until you tell me I was right."

"Then we're going to be here for a while." You respond.

"Are you sure about that?"

Before you could question the smile on his face, he hands attack your sides. You let out a scream as he tickles you. He laughs as you hit his hands- trying to stop him.

"Say it and I'll stop."

"Okay! You win." Wooyoung's hands freeze. He looks down expectedly as you catch your breath. "You were right."

"Now tell me you love me."

"I love you, so much."

"I love you, my pretty baby." Wooyoung leans down, pressing one last kiss to your lips before pulling away.

"Now, let's go eat before the pizza gets cold."

[moonlightisdancing]

Hunger of the Pine/s.f.k

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x f!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI kissing, yearning & forced proximity if you squint, consumption of weed, dry humping ‼️, fingering

as always please lmk if a tag is missed 🫡

a/n: this was my first time writing in first person so hopefully you guys like that :3 this was just a short little blurb i started a bit ago and finally finished

I couldn’t escape Sam Kiszka if I tried. Our families were so intertwined within every aspect of one another, it was impossible. At one point I thought I might have liked Sam. We were friends for as long as either of us could remember, but that changed last summer. I don’t hate him, per se, but I hated that night and having to pretend we were still friends to save face.

The annual Kiszka camping trip had become a tradition of our own. It was nice being around others considering I’m an only child. Except last summer Sam and I got a little… too much around one another, one could say. We waited until the fire died down and everyone nestled into their tents before sneaking out. We snagged a couple beers from the cooler and jumped into the bed of Kelly’s truck with a blanket. What started as two teens stealing some drinks turned into kissing and feeling on one another. Nothing more, nothing less. I felt so wrong afterwards. Like when school started up, somehow everyone would know I let Sam Kiszka squeeze my boobs as I kissed his neck. We never talked about it, instead trying to go about life normally as if anything was still normal.

This year’s camping trip will be the first time I’ve spent time with him since our joint graduation party. He’s been touring with his brothers, they offered me to come along but I found any excuse not to. I remember when Jake invited him to join the band, and by invite I mean shoved the bass in his lap after the previous player failed to show up.

I managed to avoid him most of the night, successfully setting up my tent. This is the first camping trip I embarked on without my parents, meaning I only had myself to worry about. Josh checked in a few times here and there, the only ones to talk to me were Kelly and Karen.

I ran back to my car to get a couple things I forgot. Blanket, pillow, portable charger. As I shuffle around the passenger seat of my car, my elbow bumps something. Well, someone.

“Hey,” Sam awkwardly leans against the car.

“What?” I snap, straightening my posture.

“I just…” He starts, his fingertips accidentally grazing my leg as his hand falls to his side. “I just miss you, Y/n.”

I can’t bring myself to look at him. I haven’t for the better half of a year unless I absolutely needed to. I try focusing on the music blaring by the fire pit to wash him out.

“Y/n, please just say anything?” He pleads, sighing deeply.

“Sam,” I start, struggling to find my words. I’ve never been one to tread lightly, but for him I try. “What happened was… It was a mistake.”

“That’s- that’s fine, Y/n. We can forget it ever happened, I miss my friend.”

I don’t like how hurt he sounds when I call it a mistake, and I don’t like how he calls me friend. Part of me danced with the idea of being more one day, but the awkwardness that entailed that night shoved that thought to the back of my mind. All the time we spent together over the years, I genuinely thought I might have liked him. I liked how his lips felt on mine with his hands on my body. I liked watching his soccer games or band practice. He’s far from ugly, he’s one of the prettiest people I have ever laid my eyes on. I think that’s why it hurt so much. I don’t think he ever liked me, I think it was simply because our families were tight-knit.

I don’t answer him, turning on my heels and slamming the car door shut. As I spin, I drop my pillow on the forest ground and before I can pick it up, Sam comes to the rescue. I don’t tell him not to follow me, I want him to. A smile tugs the corner of my lips as he trails behind me, tossing my pillow into the tent almost aggravatedly.

“Listen, can we just-“

I shove past him to head back to my car. I was so distracted, so flustered, by his presence that I hadn’t grabbed the actual cord to charge my phone with. I hear him follow behind me and again I don’t tell him to go away. I don’t know that I want him to go away. I open the door, leaning across the passenger seat to grab the cord from the center console.

“Y/n, we can’t keep doing this, whatever this is… We have to talk about it.”

“Why? Why are you so persistent about it, Sam?” I raise my eyebrows and wave my hands.

“Because, Y/n.”

“Because isn’t an answer. We’ve been making it work, eventually you won’t even be around so why is it so important to you?”

He doesn’t answer me, just stuffs his hands in his pockets and rummages around before presenting a blunt and a lighter. He’s an asshole for that, using one of my very few weaknesses against me.

Sam and I would smoke by the dock whenever his brothers forced us to go sailing with them at the lake. It was the only way to get past the nausea I got from being on the water, same for him. I hate how much we’re alike, it makes everything harder.

Sam raises his eyebrows and nods his head towards my car as he reaches for the handle of the back seat. Hesitantly, I slide in and he does the same. I watch as he presses the blunt between his lips, the flame from the lighter kissing his features in warmth. All of a sudden I’m seventeen again in the bed of his fathers truck with nothing but a blanket and a dream. My heart pulls in every direction, that feeling I’ve tried so hard to repress attempting to resurface. I look past Sam, fixing my eyes on the bonfire where his entire family sits wishing mine were there, too. I can hardly see them as the sky has grown dark. Sam taps my knee to get my attention, handing off the blunt. His fingers graze mine as I grab it, bringing it to my lips and trying to ignore his hand still on my knee.

We smoke until there’s nothing left, I’ve inched closer to him and we still have not said a word to one another. If the silence could be this easy, then we’d never have to talk about anything.

“You know,” Sam starts, turning his head to face me. “You calling it a mistake really hurts, Y/n.”

“Isn’t that what it was?” Even being virtually in his lap, I still can’t look him in the face.

“Never that. You asked me why it was important to me, do you want an answer?”

“If you even have one,” I shrug and finally find it in me to look at him while he talks.

“Because I liked you, Y/n.”

“Y-you liked me?” The words feel foreign coming from anyone, but especially Sam.

“Shit, baby, I still do.”

The weed is definitely kicking in, his words becoming less sharp and his hands wondering.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

“Just thought you wanted nothing to do with me anymore. I know we only kissed but fuck, Y/n, I wanted to do so much.”

My cheeks grow pink and warm with his admission. I’d spent more time than I’d like to admit wondering how it would have felt if his hand wandered down my chest and into my pants that night.

I’m so high, I can’t think straight. The more I think about him, the more my body yearns for his touch. My body aches for his fingers and my clit throbs between my legs, desperate for attention.

“I like you, too. I just,” I take a deep breath before moving to straddle Sam’s waist. He places his hands on my hips and my brain can no longer form thoughts outside of him.

“Just what?”

“I was just scared.” I bring my arms around his neck, my fingers twirling the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Scared of me?”

“Uh-uh, you’re not a scary Sammy,”

“Then what am I?” He prods, rubbing his palms up and down my thighs.

“Pretty.” One word was all I could muster up, but one word was all it took. I can feel his length growing beneath me as it rubs against my center. I press down gently and desperately.

“Can I kiss you?” Sam brings one hand up to my face, cupping my jaw as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip. Unable to speak, I nod and lean in.

His lips are as soft as I remember, but he tastes different now. He tastes sweet, slightly like butterscotch discs and the residue from the weed. This wasn’t like last time, which was done in a drunken ferver. Sam wasn’t eagerly grasping at my breasts or kissing me fast. He was taking his time, kneading my thigh with one hand as the other pulled my neck closer to him.

He’s getting somehow harder, nearly doubling in size of the bulge I sat on just minutes ago. We’re still kissing, whining and whimpering into one another’s mouth like we both want more but won’t dare ask. I roll my hips against him, eager for relief.

“Fuck, just like that,” He whispers as his head falls back. Both of his hands are resting on my ass, grabbing at the supple skin beneath my shorts as he guides me to grind against him quicker.

Sam starts rutting his hips into me, adding more pressure where I’m not sure I can even handle it. He runs his hands under the hem of my shorts until he reaches my underwear, taking the lacy edge between his fingertips. I fist his t-shirt in the palms of my hands as he firmly grabs my ass and kneads my supple skin. His fingertips dig into my flesh as he presses me into him harder. My clit aches, growing increasingly more sensitive to the touch.

He glides his hands up, perching them on my hips as he helps guide my movements. I open my eyes to his desperate whines, eager to see how his features will match only to be met with brown doe eyes looking back. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips against his again. I can feel myself getting closer to the end, him moaning into my mouth only bringing me there quicker. He moves his hands once again to push up my shirt, cupping my breast in his palm over the bra. It isn’t long before he slides his hand beneath the fabric and reveals one of my breasts to himself, leaning forward to take my nipple into his mouth. Sam circles his tongue around my nipple before suctioning his mouth over it.

“Fuck, Sam…” I manage, quickening the pace of my hips as he continues his actions.

For the final time, Sam moves his hand back to the hem of my panties, tucking his fingers under the lacy edge as he rests them at my entrance. Initially they don’t enter much, but he doesn’t push them inside. Instead he allows me to lower myself onto his fingers each time I push my hips back. The added sensation of his fingers stretching my desperate pussy combined with his hard cock against my clit pushes me over the edge. White heat strikes me and courses through my veins as my head falls into Sam’s neck. I gently suckle the tender flesh behind his ear as I cry out his name, his hips picking up the pace when mine fails.

“Fuck, baby, keep it goin’. You feel like heaven.” He mumbles into my hair, followed by a series of grunts paired with his hips jerking against mine. We hold one another in silence for what feels like eternity, Sam being the first one to break.

“I meant it when I said I like you earlier,”

“I meant it, too, Sam.”

“So, who are we to deny ourselves this pleasure forever?”

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Lingerie

➤Day 4

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, married couple, language, P in V, dirty talking, teasing, moaning, riding, a bit of cat and mouse,

𖤐Summary: Soap was out with his friends leaving his wife Y/n alone and bored at their house. So, she deices to tease him by taking photos of herself in new lingerie sets, she bought

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10:14PM

Soap was at a bar with his friend talking, having fun, guy talks, the usual. Soap chuckled when Price was brought up the good times in the Military and how when they would be on breaks. They would always come to bars picking up girls but now they come to bars to talk and reminisce about the good times.

Soap took a swing from his glass and smiled at the good times. As he placed his glass back on the counter, he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket.

He pulled his phone out seeing his wife Y/n was texting him. He smiled at the name 'My Wife' pop up.

My Wife: *How's the bar?*

Soap: *Great, I'll be home in a little bit*

My Wife: *Get a Taxi or UBER, I don't want to look on the News that John MacTavish was in a car accident*

Soap: *Of course, my love, I would never drink and drive, I want to live to be with you forever*

My Wife: *Good get home safely*

Y/n smiled at her phone at her husband's texts. She placed her phone on her side of the bed and got up off the bed and grabbed some Victoria Secret bags, she had gone shopping not too long ago and got new lingerie sets.

She removed her clothes to where she was completely naked, she grabbed the first set putting it on, it was a lacy baby blue set, it was beautiful.

She walked to full body mirror checking herself out and seeing if her butt looked perfect in the set. She grabbed her phone and took a picture of her butt, she was turned legs spread a little, her left hand on her thigh and her phone over her shoulder and took a photo. She smiled and took another one. She squatted down, she opened her legs just a little bit and took a picture.

She saved the two and went onto another set. She changed till she was naked again and grabbed a baby pink set, she put it on and got on the bed, she laid on her stomach. Her legs crossed her feet behind her head, and she pushed her arms to her chest to make her boobs look bigger.

For a while she did a small photoshoot in the different sets, she bought. She laid on her stomach on the bed in one of her last sets, it was a cute black set, she bit her thumb nail a little bit nervous if she should send them Soap.

But she did it anyways. She sent them and tossed her phone to the side, like she just sent a risky text to her crush confessing her love to him.

Soap felt his phone buzz, he pulled it out and looked down at the notification seeing 'My Wife sent 10 photos' he was confused. He opened his phone and almost spit out his beer when he saw the pictures of his wife half-naked.

"Bloody hell," he mumbles.

"What's going on, Soap?" Price asked.

Soap quickly put his phone down. "Huh? Nothing," he said. "I have to get going," Soap said. He paid his tab and grabbed his keys and phone and headed out the bar and called an UBER.

Y/n stayed in her lingerie set and now, she was going to fix herself something to eat. She was shaking a little bit, Soap hasn't said anything, but she saw where he had read the message.

Y/n heard a door shut from the outside, she peaked outside and saw Soap rushing to the front door. She didn't know what to do, she was stunned till the door busted open.

She yelps when she sees Soap stare at her like she was the last meal, he'll ever have.

"Soap-"

"Don't you 'Soap' me, Mrs.MacTavish," he walks around the little island in the middle of the kitchen and Y/n walked the other way little she was trying to get away from him. He jumps on the island and chases after her, like a wolf chasing a lamb.

"W-Wait, Soap," Y/n absolutely hated being chased. She ran to the bedroom; she closed the door but didn't get enough time to lock it, Soap pushed the door open, and quickly and swiftly pulled her up and held her.

His lips crashed onto her lips, turning into a heated make out session.

"Why are you running, my love? You're the one being a tease, you're the one teasing me, this is what you caused," she could feel his hardened dick being pushed against her clit.

"Ah~" she moans.

She heard him mess with his belt and pulled his dick out, she felt him push himself inside of her. He started to make her bounce up and down, she was a moaning mess. He pushed her against one of the walls in their bedroom.

He held her waist, she was leaning back her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands touching his lower stomach.

He started to thrust fast inside of her, she could see his dick bulging from her lower stomach. She moaned and felt tears threating to fall from her eyes.

He held her waist with one hand and his other hand started to remove his shirt, her hands touched his veiny, slightly hairy lower half.

"Ahh~" she moans when she felt herself become tight around his dick letting him know she was close to coming.

He ignored her sign on letting him know and kept thrusting into her. Soap's hands were tightening around her waist definitely leaving some fingernail marks in her skin.

"Ahh~" she moans.

Soap was grunting and slamming into a little bit harder with each thrust. She scratched at his stomach leaving a bit bloody scratch marks.

She came on his dick, but he kept thrusting inside of her, it was his turn. He kept thrusting faster, but they also became a little bit sloppy as well.

She tossed her head back and her eyes closed loving the feeling of him pushing against her g-spot and she felt hot liquid seep out of her lower half.

"H-Holy fuck," she moans. Soap's forehead landed on her shoulder.

"God, you feel so good," Soap whispered in her ear.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

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Soap was under Y/n as she was riding him, she bounced up and down on him. He moans as one hand was on her waist and his other behind his head as he watched her do all the work.

He smirked as her head went back, both her hands on his chest, he licked the corner of his mouth, he used his one hand behind his head and held her waist, he pulled her down and started to kiss her lips.

She rocked her hips back and forth. She felt like coming again not till Soap came first. He pulled out and Y/n's lower half and cum leaked from her.

"Soap," she moans.

"Did you learn your lesson on teasing?"

"Fuck no," she moans.

"Oh, should we go for round 4 then, so you could learn your lesson?"

"Do it then," she teased.

Soap picked her up taking her to the bathroom and ripped her lingerie off her body, he started up the shower, he got in and the water was absolutely cold. She moans and pushes her body against his trying to get warm.

"Ah S-Soap."

"You asked for if, love," he says as he kissed her lips and walked under the cold water before it got hot and steamed up the entire bathroom.

He pushed himself back inside of her and pushed her body against the cold tile of the shower. Her back arched and she pushed against him.

"S-Soap," she moans one more time.

He looks down at his dick bulging from her stomach. Her head hit the tile behind her head.

"Ahh~" Soap was going a little bit harder than before and she felt like coming again. From all the pleasure she was getting she felt like coming a lot more early than usual.

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Soap sat on the bed waiting for Y/n to get done with doing her nightly routine. Y/n's legs were shaking, and he could see her just barely standing.

Soap stood up and picked her up setting her on the sinks counter. He licked his lips before kissing hers and helped her with the rest of her routine.

Once he was done, he took her back to the bed.

"Did I hurt you at all?"

"No, I'm fine, my legs are just shaking is all," she smiles.

She got on her side of the bed and got under the covers, Soap joined too and pulled her close to his body.

"Good night, okay?"

"Yeah, good night," she kissed his lips as his arms wrapped around her waist.

[lieslab]

heyy! if the role isn't taken, can i be 🥐 anon?

i just wanted to ask you for recommendations on designing a blog. yours looks really good and i'm kinda stuck on how to make mine look pretty - any tips would be really welcome

also can i request a really angsty fic where the reader is struggling from childhood trauma from domestic violence that involves touch-related issues (specifically the shoulder and torso areas) that everyone writes off as sensitivity but one of the members figure out something's wrong? the reader kinda struggles with telling other people about it bc her parents are really toxic and have made her feel bad about telling other people before, so she tries to avoid talking about them at nearly all costs. any member is fine, but can they already be in a relationship with the reader?

tysm sry for the long-ish ask

i love your work btw keep writing!!

That's a new one, but you can totally be the croissant anon!! That one has been unclaimed until now. AH!! I'm so excited for you. Making a blog, no matter what it's about, is so fun and it's a great way to be creative. I can't wait to reveal the calendar I made because I tried to theme it around my blog.

Anyway, the world is really at your fingertips. For my blog I picked a lab theme because it was easily expandable and you can create a lot in a lab. I'm not good at science (actually, I hate most science related subjects) but the idea of creating my own little lab sounded unique and fun. Calling the people who read my stuff lab rats, it really felt on brand and I've just kinda expanded it since then.

Just recently, I believe it was another Stay, they made their fanfic page set up like a diner and their masterlist is the menu. It's SO fun. Whatever your blog is about, it should be a representative of you or at least, what you like/enjoy. It can really be anything.

I based mine off a science lab, but is there a specific place you like? Science labs have always been fascinating to me. I've always liked the idea of being an evil scientist and this is my take on that. Making my silly little angst makes me feel evil. You can always base it off a place or an idea. When I was first thinking of my blog, since it's about a k-pop group, I was imagining a k-pop concept.

When I first started, I picked out my favorite color and ran with it. Everything else just kinda happened. I believe I used Canva and Pinterest to make my main header. If you can't think of anything off the top of your head, pinterest is also a good place to find ideas for layouts/designs.

Start with your colors and a username. Your username doesn't have to be aesthetic, just make it whatever you prefer. Then you can dive into a profile photo and the header behind your photo. There's some websites out there that have fancy fonts/things you can copy and paste. When I first started, I used this site to add the fancy heart symbols to my drabbles. There's so many and it's a good way to add fun.

It can be something fancy or something totally niche. You can also reblog certain posts to help fuel your aesthetic. There doesn't even have to be an aesthetic if you don't want it to be. Whatever you decide, it should be what makes you happy and not other people. You can make it super aesthetic, or as chaotic as you wish, that's the fun part about Tumblr.

Whatever you post about, if you use hashtags, it'll reach more people. Don't forget interacting with people and supporting others in whatever you post about, it not only helps you grow your audience, but it's really nice to build a mini community in the endless void that being online creates. If you're still stuck, come wiggle over to @live-laugh-lie-7. Bring your croissant self and we'll brainstorm something together. You can stay anonymous, unless you're cool with hopping off and jumping into my dms.

As for the drabble request, I absolutely can. That hits close to home and people aren't alone in those struggles. Childhood trauma is so tricky and ugh. I wish it didn't happen to people. You said make it really angsty, so I'll do my best to conjure something up.

Good luck with your blog making (try not to stress too much, focus on the fun) and I'll put this request up when I can get to it!!

[yankstrash]

https://www.tumblr.com/yankstrash/723149979942813696/one-time-gabe-and-amelia-are-in-an-argument-and

Can you write more here please

"come on meels, it will be fun! you've been in a funk for three days about gabe and i hate seeing you like this. come with us tonight! sig nu is finally throwing, you have to come out!!"

amelia contemplated her decision. she had been moping around for three days about her argument with gabe. she hated wallowing in her sorrow, but it seemed neither of them had swallowed their pride yet to apologize, so here she sat, still moping.

"alright, fine!" amelia gave in, causing daisy to jump up and down while clapping her hands.

normally, amelia didn't go to frat parties. none of the girls really did for that matter. they much preferred parties where their boyfriends were actually allowed to attend. but seeing as gabe and amelia were in the midst of an argument and the hockey team wasn't throwing, the girlfriends decided on a frat party. they wanted amelia to go out and have some fun to hopefully cheer her up a bit.

did amelia feel a bit uneasy going to a party without her boyfriend there? yes. she always liked the feeling of protection she felt from gabe being there, and knowing that if absolutely anything went wrong, he'd be right there to help.

but he wouldn't be there tonight and she just had to suck it up and try to have a good time.

about an hour later, a handful of the hockey girlfriends, including amelia, strolled into the sig nu frat house.

amelia didn't bother texting gabe where she was and daisy made will promise he wouldn't tell him either. she knew it would worry him, and even in the midst of an argument, she didn't want him to worry.

the girls danced, drank and had a good time. amelia was actually starting to have fun and forget about her sorrows, and it felt good.

after a while, she snuck off from the group to get another drink.

she was in the kitchen pouring herself a drink when someone bumped into her, causing the cup to spill.

"shit, my bad!" a male voice said from behind her.

she turned around and met the eyes of the guy who bumped into her.

"it's okay, i'll get ano-" amelia began to say before she was cut off.

"no no, here. allow me." the boy said, going around amelia to pour her a cup before handing it to her.

amelia took the cup and mumbled a "thanks". she was about to walk away, when the guy stopped her.

"i am really sorry about spilling your drink." he said.

"it's fine, really not a big deal." amelia said, still trying to walk away from the guy.

"lemme make it up to you. i want to." the boy said, smirking.

amelia scrunched her eyebrows as she said, "you poured me a new one. it's all good, i've gotta get back to my friends."

"no, i mean let me make it up to you another way. maybe, say, somewhere upstairs? in private?" the boy said, his smirk growing.

amelias mouth opened a bit at the boys response.

shit.

"um- i- i'm good. thanks. i need to go." amelia said, setting the cup down as she attempted yet again to leave the guy, but this time he grabbed her wrist.

"i'm just trying to be a nice guy. let me make it up to you, gorgeous. show you a good time. cmon, there's rooms upstairs."

amelias heart began to beat out of her chest, but luckily her reflexes were quick. she snatched her wrist out of the guys hand before running off.

she had no idea where she was running to, but luckily she found a bathroom. she pushed past people and ran into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

with shaky hands, she took her phone out of her pocket. she opened her contact list and without hesitation or a second thought, she clicked on gabes contact.

please pick up.

please pick up.

on the second ring, he picked up.

"meels?" gabe said, his voice sounding hoarse and full of sorrow, which only made amelias heart burn more.

"gabe!" she screeched into the phone as tears started to run down her face.

"meels? baby? baby, where are you? what's going on? are you okay?" gabe said, his voice sounding more alive now.

"i-i'm at sig nu an- and- this guy he-" amelia attempted to speak, but kept choking on her words.

"you're where baby?" gabe hurriedly asked.

"sig nu. i need you. please, come get me."

"i'm on my way." gabe said as he threw on some shoes, grabbed his keys and raced out of his apartment. "stay where you are and stay on the phone with me, okay? don't hang up baby."

amelia did as gabe asked and stayed put in the bathroom while remaining on the phone with him. even when he said he was getting out of his car, she still remained behind closed doors.

the bathroom was close to the front door, and she could faintly hear a voice say, "MOVE OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY! MY GIRLFRIENDS IN THERE!"

moments later, there was knocking on the door, and amelia heard the familiar voice of her boyfriend saying it was him.

her shaky hands unlocked and opened the bathroom door, and in seconds she was in her boyfriends arms.

for the first time

in three long

three, long, agonizing days. and she needed this now more than ever.

"shhh, shhh, i've got you princess. i've got you, i'm here." gabe said as he stroked her long hair.

she clung to gabe as he guided her out of the frat house, glaring at the 'bouncers' on the way out. aka, the pledges he nearly got into a fight with for not letting him in the house.

gabe sat her in his passenger seat and stood in the door, holding her hands as she explained what happened.

gabe wanted to go find the guy who bothered his girlfriend, but she was so shaky and fragile right now, and just wanted to go home.

"okay baby, we're going." gabe said as he held her face in his hands.

amelia sniffled, looking into her boyfriends eyes through her teary ones. "can we go to your place, please? i can't be alone tonight. i need you."

gabes heart broke at the sight of her and at her words. all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay. he wanted to make her feel safe.

"of course, sweet girl. i am not going to leave you alone. not tonight, not ever." gabe said, leaning in to kiss amelias head.

when he pulled away, they gave each other a look.

gabe weakly smiled as he said, "we'll talk about it tomorrow. right now, i just need you safe and in my arms. let's get out of here."

when they got to his apartment, he helped her get ready for bed before they both climbed in together.

amelia nuzzled into gabes side, and he secured his arms tightly around her before kissing her head.

"thank you for coming to get me. i'm really glad you answered." amelia whispered.

gabes heart ached at her words.

she thought he wouldn't answer her call?

they could've gotten into a screaming match that ended in her packing up and moving to a different country, and he'd still pick up his phone when she called.

"meels, i will always pick up for you, without a second thought. with no doubts. no matter what's going on with us, i am going to answer and i am going to come get you. you mean the world to me, and i'm always going to make sure you're safe."

[ofbreathandflame-archive]

came back to tumblr just to find that @worldsnotsaid is gone? girl whyyy☹️

Hi anon!

It was kind of abrupt, and I do apologize for that -- truly. It's why I am tackling this ask! But, it was very freeing to delete that blog, and it felt as if a weight had truly been lifted from my chest to see it go. Bittersweet, yes! But absolutely needed. Constantly seeing asks box jump from 300 to 400+, the constant hate messages, the inboxes -- it was all too much for me to tackle, and honestly, it felt as if my blog was just no longer productive at that point.

I am always 100% behind the points made on that blog, and the problems in SJM's writing. My passion for those points will never fade or change for that matter. But I think the book community and publishing are just not ready for an actual change -- and it's tough to have the conversation about racial and abusive themes in books when people pick and choose when to chastise and ignore. It's literally like having a conversation with a wall. I can't honestly have a conversation about tackling racism in the book industry when people can't even let go of a book series that isn't even well written. We aren't being militant about the problems in the book industry, and its exactly why it looks the way it does. I don't know, I think I've grown apathetic to it. The urge for docility among reviewers disguised as 'allyship,' the flip-flop about abuse and abusive themes in books. None of it makes sense. And it's like the legwork to make it happen just doesn't seem worth having someone constantly throw vitriol in your face. It just seemed like it becomes a tit-for-tat straw-man debate in the end, and that -- again -- isn't productive. 'Tamlin stans this' and 'Nesta stans that, and it was like ?? Can we just think outside of that? We can't complain about the way PoC are always treated in the story and then turn around and defend an author who would 100% kill them off and let her white character wear their trauma like a second skin. Like how serious are these conversations when the ones having them are unwilling to stop supporting the author propagating these harmful tropes to other authors. FBAA ran because ACOTAR walked; ACOTAR ran because Twilight walked. These harmful stereotypes in these books melded and made the environment we have today. And it is what is.

As another blog asked, I will not be returning to that blog as it was deleted. But there are so many beautiful and articulate antis in the tag that adeptly explain the problems in this series and in much clearer and more concise ways! My blog was a rambling mess anyways!

Funny addition: And do you know the sheer frustration of typing up an entire post that's 2000+ with links and citations talking seriously about abuse and racism and how its portrayed in the media just for someone to skim the post and make a follow-up, sub-post that starts with: 'Tamlin stans always think.' -- yeah never again.

[fatummortem]

It's interesting how the show the differences between worlds or whatever you wish to call it.

I've seen a few mentions of the multiverse accidentally looking for some tips on minigames. but it just always makes me think of nature vs nurture.

Hurricane-

The final boss fight seems to have left the other world, about 3 sectors of the other worlds Midgard destroyed. Basically all the building we were jumping on came from those sectors. It seems like the main one we play in isn't handicapper in such a way.

the team also all seem to be put into a coma from the experience? Kinda leads me to wonder if it was something they missed or if it's just the fact that Cloud isn't there.

Cloud-

Ends up staying in a coma with Zack alive. He hasn't turned into one of those Robes... well yet?? I think he does considering the trailer shows him as one but I've been trying to avoid those spoilers for now.

The Cloud you mostly play as seems to dream about being there & hears Zack from within the other Cloud's resting place. It's kinda odd until you realize the camera angle is just from Cloud's perceptive.

Zack-

He's the same bashfully energetic dude he's always been but I think he's changed a lot without Cloud & Aerith. Or i should say he's changed with both of them in comas?

He goes off to save her, tries to bring down her helicopter but has to get help from Red. Or at least Red ends up helping out & takes out the pilots. Right after that Zack takes out the one with Tifa &/or Barret within? He of course thanks Red before he ollies out with Aerith & just Aerith. Leaving everyone else to Shinra troopers.

Which I suppose I'd narrow my focus too with depression depending. Zack narrows it down to friends or a small circle, ignoring most people around him while focusing on tasks. Even the kids close to Aerith (except for Marlene), which just seems odd to me. He also seems uninterested in doing anything merc related. Though I have a feeling that if he popped up around the time Cloud had in the other world, things would have gone differently.

It feels like... well I could be wrong. That Zack was pulled from the main world, or the one we mainly play in, right before his death or killing shot & dropped into the other world during the current time after the fight with the whispers.

Avalanche-

I think they all die without Cloud? There's a dramatic X over all but one of their faces in the game but no actual execution's were talked about. So they're either in coma or just died in helicopter crashes? And Shinra is just 'welp no news is better'?

Biggs-

Enter the dude trying to be the main leader & kinda tries to give Zack a focus or well both of them a focus within a dying world. I have a feeling everything from before the whisper fight went down the same or close to it? I donno if that means Cloud randomly vanishes in the middle of the fight and becomes mako poisoned with Zack.

But Biggs seems to be from the main world? Talks about Cloud being a badass. He also mentions he was dying but he was pulled somewhere else like Zack to wake up alive. I haven't finished the game so I could be absolutely wrong.

Anyway he's trying to organize something to help the planet while everyone else is dead & people who want to fight is slim picking.

I kinda like the alterations, totally hate the world but it's a creative way to show differences within a different world. I mean... my reactions wasn't as bad as the second time I ran into Roche. I ended up yelling at him.

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I'm so glad I found your account! You guys are very talented <33

I know canonically Mortdecai isn't, uh, amazing with kids but what if a Marigold members daughter started hanging around the building (like Ivy did when she was younger) and she reminded Mortdecai of one of his sisters (Esthers moodiness or Roses cheeriness)? I'd love some headcanons about the scenario^^

I wasn't going to write this until later but I absolutely had to jump ahead of schedule and write this because it nagged at my mind almost all week. You even started an AU for the other mods and I, anon. This little idea is so tasty and adfghfgferhrj

You are the biggest brain and I hope you don't mind that me and Iphiko (and maybe even Rory!) had a little taste of this drink ourselves first. Different bottle, don't worry, we haven't touched any of what's in your hand right now

Also thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you guys are enjoying these things (as if the inbox flooding wasn't proof enough), it makes us Lackadaisy Moonshiners so happy and gives me an excuse to keep writing. You're all awesome!

At first, it almost stings. He still remembers Ivy, after all; her wandering around following Viktor or whoever caught her eye whenever she could. It was cute. Adorable, even.

But Mordecai seems to be the target of this little beast's attention. And no amount of waving her off, gently pushing her away with his foot or annoyed threats will get her to pick someone else.

The Savoys are enamored with the little bugger. Serafine started calling her "Bébé Couteau" (Baby Knife) after being allowed to teach her some knife tricks (why Asa let them put a knife in the hands of a kitten, Mordecai will never know) and Nico picked up the habit of startling the little girl by picking her up and spinning with her...Which slowly evolved into throwing her across the bloody bar into Serafine's arms after an accident that resulted in the kitten getting yeeted by a distracted Nico (apparently she loved it (and to Serafine's credit, she ran like Hell to catch her); so it's not exactly safe but it's okay??)

Several speakeasy attendees mistake her to be Mordecai's kitten since she's always hanging around him (and especially so if she's a Tuxedo cat). It probably doesn't help that he loudly objects to the twins throwing the kitten back and forth like a football and has even ripped her out of their arms once or twice

They also (correctly) assume that he calls the shots when it comes to her. If she's making trouble or is heading somewhere that she shouldn't be, someone has to work up the courage to tell that ferocious shadow of Asa's. It's him, the queen cat that looks like she's constantly considering stabbing you or the heartthrob at the bar vicious son of a bitch who always looks like he knows that he's better than you

It's an unspoken rule between the three that Mordecai's word is law when it comes to the kitten. He hates this and is sure that they just use this as another excuse to tease him.

Asa scares the Hell out of the poor little thing. He tried greeting her once and she burst into tears and ran to Mordecai so he could protect her. The twins thought this was hysterical: the kitten adores the ground Mordecai walks on, laughs at Serafine's threats and thinks Nico throwing her at a soft target as hard as he can is the bee's knees; but Asa Sweet-the big fat cat with the softest features out of all of them-scares the living daylights out of her.

Mordecai thinks the kitten has a good judge of character sometimes. If it wasn't for her love of the chaotic duo he'd say that out loud

They brought the kitten along to a "meeting" once when she were sick with a fever. She cried when Mordecai left the car and Serafine refused to leave until she was comforted or at least sleeping, so (after some arguing and sweet-talking) Mordecai went back for her. When he didn't leave the vehicle for a few minutes, the Savoys went on without him.

They came back to find him reading a book, the kitten snuggled up against his side and sound asleep tucked under his coat and arm. The soft look in Morde's eye told Nico that maybe this wasn't the time to be teasing him.

This didn't stop Serafine. Mordecai hasn't heard the end of that event. (Asa also gave him some Hell for leaving the twins to do the dirty work, but Serafine and Nico shut him down pretty quickly-they found whatever crate he wanted, no witnesses are around to tell the tale, the job was done just fine and the kitten needed him more than they did. Shut up, Mr. Sweet.)

Whoever's daughter the kitten is, they'd better learn to deal with Mordecai becoming her guardian angel of death. If she doesn't have a parent and just wandered in somehow, she's gonna end up with something better: an aunt that'll teach her to kill and how to stay strong, an uncle that'll toss her around like a hot potato and teach her to be fearless and another uncle that'll pretend to not care for her until someone looks at her the wrong way.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico. Probably the worst-fitting cats to be any kind of parental figures, yet ones that will guard a mutually-adopted kitten until their final breaths-whether they'll admit to it or not.

[i-writes-things]

Hi!! Could you please write a headcanon with Steve Harrington with a younger sister (around 6-7) who absolutely adores Robin. Literally thinks Robin is the coolest person in existence and Steve gets super jealous over it while Robin just absolutely loves the fact that Steve's little sister favourites her.

(If not dw <3 Hope you have a great day!)

Robin's Little Shadow

"When is Robin coming over, next?" You sat on the couch across from your older brother, his head in a magazine.

"What?"

"When are we gonna see Robin?"

"I don't know, she's doing stuff this weekend."

-

"Robin!!" You run up to her a huge smile on your face.

"Y/n! Hey!" Robin picks you up, and spins around in a circle.

"I thought you were doing band stuff today?"

"Got cancelled," Her focus stayed on you, while she answered her friend. "and Dustin told me yesterday that we need to meet up."

"With everyone?" Robin nodded at Steve's question. You laid your head on Robin's shoulder.

"I wanna go to the meeting!"

"No. Big kids only." Steve rebuttaled towards his sister, kinda annoyed that she had dragged him out of the house at 9 am just to see Robin.

"Robin are you in the band?"

"Yes, I am, I play the trumpet!" Robin mimics playing the trumpet with her free hand. You laugh at her, making Robin chuckle along with you. Steve hated that you thought Robin was cooler than him.

"Robin?" She hummed in response. "Your the coolest person ever. On the Earth!" A smile quickly appeared on her lips and thanked the small girl over and over, before Steve stepped in, not being able to take all the emotions.

"Okay, come on Y/n/n, we gotta go. We can get ice cream!" You squealed happily and asked if Robin could come along too? "No." You had your puppy eyes out, "Fine." they always worked.

In the car, Steve made Robin sit in the back. Robin could tell his friend was upset, just not what about.

"Stevie what flavor are you gonna get?"

"I was thinking strawberry."

"Strawberry?" Robin scuffs.

"What's wrong with Strawberry?" Steve defends himself.

"Stevie look ICE CREAM!" You shouted, spotting the ice cream parlor down the road.

-

"I'll have..." Steve thought long and hard about what he should do.

"Strawberry!" You shouted behind Steve.

"Yeah, strawberry." As we all walked out with ice cream in hand.

"Why didn't we just go to Scoops. This would have been for free." Robin says opening the car door.

"Could've said that earlier."

"What's got you in a bunch, Harrington?"

"Nothing." He drove away with the atmosphere of jealousy looming in the car.

-

"Y/n?" You heard from far away and turned around to see Steve walking towards you holding more ice-cream with a smile. "y\N" It sounded distorted and suddenly you jolted up from your seat on the couch. "Good you're up, Robin can hang out later," He rolled his eyes and continued with a breath, "Would you maybe-"

"Yes!"

That whole? time spent with robin and steve was all dream? It all seemed so real, so vivid. Like you were actually there...

When you stepped into the kitchen Robin was laughing with Steve, who noticed you walk in and turned to smile at you.

"Robin!!!" You yelled and ran over to her. Steve loved that you looked up to his friends. Maybe he was a tad jealous that it wasn't him you looked to for this, but you were still little. There was time.

"Shall we go for ice cream?" Robin suggested, and you squealed and jumped around as your agreement.

In the car ride to ice cream you felt like you had been here before, maybe?

[esha-isboogara]

play fights

why not have some inosuke fluff for your troubles? he’s such an icon like no one does it like him- he wakes up everyday and is true to himself.

inosuke x gn. reader

worlds strangest couple wrestles in the woods

☆just inosuke and reader being absolutely insane

You both break into laughter as Inosuke tackles you to the dusty ground behind the shrine. He attempts to lock you in a choke hold but in an effort to escape you bite his hand.

"Ahh that was such a cheap shot Y/n". he cried out,pulling his hand away from your mouth. “Gah, your teeth are sharp- like a wild animal”.

"Choking your partner out is kinda a cheap shot too isn't it"!? you shoot back with a sly grin. “and you are a wild animal so shut up”.

As you jump back up and regain your balance Inosuke takes no time to start charging towards yoh. The aggression in his “battle cry” would be terrifying if you were not familiar with his antics.

Moving out of the range of danger at the last minute he runs into a big oak tree head first. If he didn’t have the boars head covering his cranium he’d suffer some serious damage.

For a moment all was quiet causing you to become concerned. You’d hate for him to get hurt because of you effectively.

But as always Inosuke got back up and began to speak in fast jibberish about something or other. He may be your boyfriend but he seems to speak his own language sometimes.

You burst into uncontrollable laughter for the second time,gripping your stomach. "Oh my god Inosuke", you choked out in between shallow breaths. “you’re such an idiot”.

At first he looked angry at your reaction but his mood quickly lightened as he ran over to you and picked you up.

"Put me down Inosuke". you squealed,punching his back with full force.

"NEVERRRR" he screamed running around in circles with you flung over his shoulder. It was moments like these you were glad not everyone outfit you owned was a pretty kimono.

This of course lead to another wrestling match resulting in a draw since you rolled in a pile of some kind of ivy. You were quick to assure him that he did not win.

————

Leaning against his shoulder you sighed happily.

"I love you Inosuke". you said happily.

He gave you his signature grin. "I bet I love you more".

"Wanna bet ? I’ll race you”. you grinned,getting back off the ground.

"Oh you're so on”.

The two of you lined up against a tree as Tanjiro and Zenitsu watched from their tents totally confused.

"They're a danger to society Tanjiro...should we help orrr"?

Tanjiro just shrugged "I'm just as confused as you are".

[kazscrows]

Six of Crows Reread 🪶

Chapter 17: Jesper

Okay so maybe Jesper’s restlessness was mostly just his ADHD, but I know he was worried about Inej too!!

Only Jesper would wish to be attacked by pirates

I am weirdly excited to see Kit Young moping around the boat just being absolutely annoying and doing the most random things in the background

Imagine he tries to get Kaz to teach him a ✨magic trick ✨

“I’m not a criminal,” Wylan protested. Kaz had cast him an almost pitying look. “No, you’re a flautist who fell in with bad company.”

That quote just makes me laugh

I think we forget that Jesper and Wylan really didn’t get along at first. They definitely find the other annoying in the beginning

“We don’t need a sharpshooter for Kaz’s plan, so what’s your job – other than stalking around making everyone antsy?”

Then Wylan proceeds to cast doubt that Kaz actually trusts Jesper which hurts now because… well I know that Kaz already knows that it was Jesper’s fault they got attacked on the way to the boat

So yeah. Kaz doesn’t trust Jesper

Jesper looks down on Wylan too at first. Sees him as a stuck up rich boy who just must’ve gotten bored and ran away from daddy

And he only ever calls him “merchling” at first and it’s not meant to be endearing

Things will change soon enough though. Jesper just isn’t over Kaz yet—

Ah see? Jesper says that this possibly being the end for Inej had shaken him. I knew he was worried about her

I love Nina and Inej’s friendship

Though have I stated how much I love Inej and Jesper’s friendship already?

Inej is probably the best friend any person could ever have

Lmao poor Jesper isn’t allowed to come to their girls only waffle outing

They like to make fun of Jesper for being a poor gambler, but that doesn’t mean he’s not observant or smart. He picked up on the fact that sickness really truly bothers Kaz after all

I hate Van Eck and his letters that are just a slap in the face to Wylan

“If you’re reading this...” and “I pray that you read these words…” Ugh. He’s horrible.

I never know how to feel about the fact that Kaz might have actually set it up for Jesper to get jumped so he’d feel indebted to him since he saved him…

It feels too similar to what happened to him and Jordie…

So I choose to believe he didn’t. This was just actually a coincidence. I hope..

“Kaz is … I don’t know, he’s like nobody else I’ve ever known. He surprises me.”

“Yes. Like a hive of bees in your dresser drawer.”

Inej and Jesper talking about (and crushing on) Kaz is my favorite

“…I’m the one who can never walk away from a bad hand.”

She looped her arm in his. “That makes you a rotten gambler, Jesper. But an excellent friend.”

I’ve always really liked this exchange. It’s a sweet moment between Jesper and Inej, but it also shows how they both care about Kaz even if they don’t completely understand why. Especially since they compare him to finding bees in your dresser and that you’re likely to get stung instead of receive any honey.

I also just like that Inej reminds Jesper that he’s a good friend even with his faults.

And at least they both know they’re too good for Kaz. He’s gotta put in the effort too!

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[semisgroupie]

Day 20: Fear Play | Hajime Iwaizumi

Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem. Reader

Word Count: 1.0k words

Warnings: fear play, unprotected sex, creampie, spit, biting, mention of a knife and chainsaw, reader is called little love, Hajime is dressed as a clown, no prep

Synopsis: Hajime always picks up odd jobs during Halloween but this one ends up scaring you the most and he absolutely loves it

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You hated whenever Halloween came. Your boyfriend would always pick up odd jobs and somehow you would end up in the same position, being scared for your life. He worked to clean an abandoned house in the neighborhood, he did some work with a mortician in a funeral home but this job he had might have been the worst.

This Halloween he was doing some work at a haunted house but he didn’t tell you what he would be dressed up as or anything. He just gave you the address and told you to come over one day with one of your friends. You have always hated haunted houses especially ever since a bad experience you had when you were younger and went with a friend. They always creeped you out and from the looks of the one he was working at, the same chill ran down your spine.

You didn’t know what kind of haunted house it would be, you thought it would be one where you would walk through and people would just pop out and scare you, no interaction between the people walking through and the actors. Oh if you only knew how wrong you were.

When you and your friend walked through it only took a couple of steps for one of the actors to pop out and grab onto your arm which made you scream at the top of your lungs. As the two of you made it through the house your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. To say you were terrified was just an understatement, you were completely on edge as the two of you went through.

About halfway through you and your friend were in front of two doors, completely unsure on where to go next. Luckily, well unluckily for you the decision was made for the two of you. An actor popped out of each door and pulled you two from each other and dragged you with them.

“Let me go! Let me go! Please!”

You tried protesting and hitting the actor but they were relentless, just pulling you along with them through a series of doors. Your eyes were brimming with tears as you kept on fighting and screaming, then they stopped. The two of you were in a dimly lit room with a twin sized bed at the center of it.

You looked around trying to look for an exit but it was too dark to see anything besides the actor. They had creepy clown makeup on and a prosthetic that elongated their chin. Of course you had to be stuck in a small room with a clown, just your luck.

They moved closer to you menacingly and you took a step back for every step forward they took until your back hit the bed and they were looming over tapping a knife next to your head.

“Are you scared, little love?”

Your eyes widened at the pet name and all you could do was open your mouth.

“H-Hajime?”

He chuckled and nodded as he squeezed your hips. You relaxed a bit but were still on edge. He couldn’t have let you know it was him a couple rooms earlier? Your questions were pushed aside as you felt him push his bulge against your clothed pussy. He told you what he wanted you to wear earlier on in the day and you wore it without question. It was a short plaid skirt with a low cut top and you had thigh high socks on.

“Such a perfect outfit and giving me such easy access to your body.”

He flipped the front of your skirt up and moved your panties to the side as he palmed himself over his clown suit.

“We have to be quick little love, I still have a job to finish.”

He opened his suit and pulled his cock out, spitting on hand to stroke himself while he nudged your legs apart with his knees. Your arousal grew at the pit of your stomach but you still jumped each time you heard the whirring of a chainsaw or the high pitched scream of someone walking through the house and his cock twitched each time.

He leaned down and spit on your pussy and lined himself with your entrance, pushing himself in quickly. He barely gave you time to adjust before he started pounding into you, his grip on your hip was bruising and he almost ripped your shirt by the way he yanked it underneath your breasts and pulled the cups of your bra down to expose your chest to him.

“Fuck you’re perfect, so reactive. Such a perfect scaredy cat for me.”

Your moans blended in with the noises outside and still for every new sound you heard you clamped around him. His calloused fingers rubbed your clit in quick circles and his thrusts grew even faster, he leaned down to kiss along your neck and bite down on the skin of your breasts. He left traces of his makeup on your skin but that was something you’d deal with later, now you were focused on cumming and getting the hell out of here.

“Cum for me little love, cum for me and I’ll fill you up, then you can walk out through here with a cunt filled with my cum.”

His fingers moved faster and he bit down on your nipple making you spasm and cum around his cock. He followed soon after and hot, thick ropes of his cum coated your insides. He panted against your skin and pulled out of you, quickly fixing your panties and helping you stand up before fixing himself. Once he was dressed he leaned down to kiss you, leaving some makeup in his wake.

“Okay let’s get you out of here, I know how you hate these places.”

He wrapped an arm around you and led you to the door he took you through, different ideas swarmed his mind as he opened the door. Maybe he would lead you in the wrong direction and take you again in a different room and just repeat the process over and over until you’re stuffed with too much cum that it's just leaking down your thighs. Who could blame him for wanting to put you through this? You just drive him insane when you’re scared.

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[tobesolonely]

grammy night

A/n: like most of you, watching harry perform WS did something to me. i rushed to my computer to write this IMMEDIATELY... not proofread but i hope u all enjoy nonetheless! Thanks @nationalharryleague​ for looking this over and hyping me up.

summary: y/n wants to show her grammy winning boyfriend just how proud she is of him💕

warnings: smut, mentions of the pandemic!

word count: ~3k

my ko-fi! thank you :)

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

You decided that “Harry Styles, Grammy-nominated artist!” had a lovely ring to it.

Harry knew how proud you were of him; you had been making it known to him in the days leading up to his big night. You fretted over him more than you usually did, showered him in an obnoxious amount of compliments, and were the most intimate you’d ever been with him–– but who was he to complain? 

Obviously, he knew you could care less whether he won or lost, and quite frankly, he didn’t care either. Just being able to perform at the Grammy’s, much less open it, was the opportunity of a lifetime. The fact that he was hitting such a big professional milestone with you by his side just made it that much better. You were both buzzing.

It had been months since Harry had performed. You knew how much he missed being in front of a live audience and hearing people scream his name, conceited as he was. He had been spending so much time rehearsing the one song he was performing, wanting it to be absolutely perfect. Your boyfriend was a perfectionist, after all! If he was going to do something, he either did it one hundred and ten percent, or he didn’t do it at all.

Although you were used to your boyfriend’s pre-performance jitters, it still wasn’t an easy sight to see. He would pace so much that beads of sweat would collect in his hairline; he’d shake, tremble, and have to be reminded to breathe. You’d think after ten years of doing this he would be a pro, but he was only human, after all. 

“Been so long since I performed in front of people,” Harry muttered to you, examining his reflection in his make-shift dressing room. “‘M nervous.”

“Don’t be nervous,” you reply, coming up behind him to rub his shoulders. He shoots you a look in the mirror. “I know it’s easier said than done but you have nothing to worry about. It’s “Watermelon Sugar” honey–– you’ve got nothing to worry about. You’ve performed this one dozens of times.”

“Things are jus’ so different now,” his voice drops an octave. “What if people are tired of the song?”

“I don’t think people are tired of the song.”

“It played on the radio a lot. Came out in 2019––”

“...And you’ve been busy with other things. No one’s gonna be upset that you haven’t released new music in the middle of a pandemic H, I promise you.”

Harry’s gaze meets yours again in the mirror briefly before he tilts his head back, silently asking for a kiss. You plant one on his lips before grabbing a tissue from a small table beside him, dabbing at his hairline.

“Stop sweating everything off, Harry,” you playfully scold your boyfriend. “Make-up artist has already been by to touch you up three times already, she’s probably running out of product.”

Your boyfriend lightly chuckles at this, causing you to smile. “I’ll just tell my body to cut it out. How’s tha’ sound?”

“Sounds good,” you reply, leaning down to kiss his nose. “You alright?”

You notice Harry deeply inhale. “I think so. How do I look?”

“Like a Grammy-nominated, soon-to-be Grammy-winning, artist.” 

Harry’s skin flushes. “Stop it…” The sound of three short knocks on the door of his dressing room causes panic to flood his features.

“Hey, look at me,” you gently grab your boyfriend’s chin, turning his gaze up towards yours. “It’s my job to believe in you when you don’t believe in yourself. If you get nervous just know I’ll be sitting as close to the stage as they’ll let me.”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Now, go make me proud.”

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“Breathe me in, breathe me out…”

If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought Harry’s nerves in his dressing room were all theatrics. He was so in his element on stage, you were one hundred percent sure no one knew he was so nervous twenty minutes prior that he was turning green. He kept looking out into the small crowd, searching for you, and flashing you a dimpled grin once he did. 

You were enjoying watching him prance around the stage while trying to keep up with the band on stage, looking a bit too proud of himself when he was able to stay on the beat while rhythmically snapping his hips along to the song. As the song came to an end and the dimmed lights started coming back on, you were led back to Harry’s dressing room by one of his guards as you heard the next performer being introduced.

“How did I do?” Harry asks loudly, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

His voice causes you to jump. “You scared the shit out of me! How’d you get off stage so quickly?”

Harry grabs your arm and pulls you off the couch, wrapping you in a tight, sweaty hug. “Don’t know. I basically ran to ya.”

“You did incredibly,” you tell him, lips ghosting over his. “Just like I knew you would. I don’t wanna say you were nervous for nothing, but you kinda were.”

“Don’t wanna hear your teasin’.”

“Did you see how everyone was looking at you?”

“I only saw how you were lookin’ at me. I was only lookin’ at you.”

Your body heats up at Harry’s admission, causing you to look away. “You’re so cheesy, H.”

“I think I would’ve been about fifty times more nervous if you weren’t here with me,” he presses his nose against yours. “Thank you for bein’ here, Y/N. You make this whole thing so much more doable.” Harry places one… two… three wet kisses to your cheek before pulling away, walking back over to close the door he left open during his excitement to re-join you.

“Changing?”

“Yeah,” Harry turns to look at you as he pulls off his jacket. The sight of his bare chest causes you to thickly swallow. “‘M gonna put what I was wearin’ on the red carpet back on. We’re gonna move outside.”

You simply hum in response to what Harry said, sitting back on the couch to scroll through your phone as you wait for him to finish changing. Everyone was congratulating Harry on his performance and wishing him luck on his nominations. You read all the good luck texts for him that were sent to you out loud, watching as his smile grows bigger and bigger from all the love he was being showered in.

After helping Harry powder his T-zone you let him lead you out of the small room and out into an area with spaced-out circular tables, most of them with just two or three seats at them. The Grammy’s in the middle of a pandemic was unlike anything you had ever seen before, and you were pleasantly surprised at how smoothly things were running. Jeff is already sat at the table when you and Harry join him and you can visibly see him let out the breath he was holding.

“Your boyfriend ran off stage so quickly I thought I was gonna have to set up a search party to find him,” Jeff tells you, a slight hint of annoyance present in his voice. He then turns to Harry and says, “Fix your mask, please.”

“It is fixed,” Harry grumbles but adjusts it nonetheless, causing you to giggle. 

Even though it was obvious your boyfriend was enjoying himself, you could still tell he was extremely nervous the closer it became to announcing the winner of the category he was nominated in. His grip on your thigh kept growing tighter and tighter and although you didn’t hate it, you worried he might cut off your circulation soon if he didn’t let go of you soon.

“H, take a deep breath,” you lean over to whisper in his ear. “You’re gonna make my thigh fall off.”

“Sorry, love,” if you could see his mouth under his mask, you’d see him biting his plump lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this nervous in my fuckin’ life.”

“Never?”

“Have I?”

“I dunno. I’m asking you.”

You see Harry’s eyes crinkle. “Maybe when I asked you out for the first time.”

“You are seriously so cheesy.”

Harry doesn’t respond, just takes your hand in his and directs his attention back to the stage. His palm is sweaty in yours but you don’t release his grip on your hand, wanting to offer him as much comfort as you possibly could.

When they start naming the nominees for Best Pop Solo Performance, you literally have to remind Harry to control his breathing. Although he won’t be upset if he doesn’t win, you know it would still mean quite a bit to him if he did.

“And the winner for Best Pop Solo Performance is… Harry Styles!”

Your mouth falls open in shock as you turn to fully face your boyfriend who was looking down at your intertwined hands, eyes wide in surprise. He genuinely wasn’t expecting to win and that made this victory that much sweeter. 

“Harry!” You yell to be heard above the cheers and applause of his colleagues in the crowd. Jeff stands and grabs Harry’s hand, pulling him out of his seat and into a tight hug. You stand up and clap loudly in admiration for your boyfriend, willing the tears not to fall from your eyes. He removes himself from Jeff and pulls you into him, your head pressed against his chest.

“I won a fuckin’ Grammy!” Harry shouts.

“I know!” You shout back, probably more excited than he was. “Get up there!”

Your boyfriend quickly removes his mask and hands it to you before hurrying to the makeshift stage, hugging the presenter before touching his Grammy in awe. He picks it up and then slowly sets it back down, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much…” 

You can’t stop the few tears that spill over your waterline–– you were so unbelievably proud of him. You’re not even paying attention to his acceptance speech as you’re too preoccupied with looking at everyone staring at your boyfriend in admiration. 

“Lastly, I want to thank my girlfriend who’s sitting right there next to my manager, Jeffrey. She’s my number one fan, always believes in me when I don’t believe in myself,” he looks down at his shoes bashfully. “Wouldn’t be half the man I am today if it weren’t for her. This is our Grammy, love.”

You blow kisses to your boyfriend, ignoring the feeling of everyone’s eyes on you. As far as you were concerned, you and Harry were the only two people around at that moment. Your heart couldn’t have been any more full.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

To absolutely no one's surprise, you and Harry couldn’t keep your hands off each other for the remainder of the night. You were relieved there were no after parties being held that Harry would be expected to attend due to the pandemic because you could not get him alone fast enough.

“Slow down, Y/N,” Harry sets his Grammy on the foyer table as he kicks off his shoes. “Just us, innit? We’ve got all night, haven’t we?”

“I’m just so proud,” you tell him breathlessly, sucking on the underside of his jaw. “Let me show you.”

“You have been showin’ me. A lot, actually,” Harry leans his head back and closes his eyes in pleasure as you lick tantalizingly slow against his veiny neck. “Guess one more time wouldn’t hurt, though.”

“Do you want me to blow you or not?”

“Oh, so that’s what’s gonna happen here?”

“If you’re gonna be annoying, then no.”

“Kiiiding,” Harry rolls his eyes, pressing a gentle kiss to your nose. “C’mon, let me get you upstairs.”

”You’re the one that won a Grammy, not me,” you remind him. “Let me make you feel good.”

Harry lets out a quiet hum, guiding you towards the couch. “Exactly–– I’m the winner. Doesn’t that mean I should get what I want tonight?” He falls backward onto the couch, pulling you atop his lap. His hand roams down the front of your dress and he squeezes your breasts roughly, clearly delighted that you decided to forgo a bra tonight.

“I suppose,” you answer, biting back a moan. 

“You suppose? Not in the mood for it tonight?” He starts to retract his hand but you grab his wrist, stopping him.

“I am!” You don’t even try to hide how desperate you are for your boyfriend.

“Gonna let me taste you, hmm?” As Harry asks his question he slowly slides off the couch and onto his knees in front of you, bunching your dress up around your hips. He leans in close to your already dripping center and inhales deeply, a blissed-out look on his face. “Smell fuckin’ incredible. I gotta taste ya.”

You spread your legs wider without even thinking about it, almost as if it’s on instinct. Harry easily moves your underwear to the side and immediately connects his lips with your clit, not giving you time to adjust to the sensation before he’s just going at it.

“Oh, Harry…”

“Rings on or off?” His voice is muffled due to your thighs being clamped around his head, but you can still understand what he’s saying.

“On!”

Harry chuckles against your cunt before sliding his index finger in with ease, loving the way you immediately clenched around the digit. “Y’like that, lovie? Wanna take another one?”

“Please.” Your boyfriend already has you breathless despite the fact that he was just getting started.

Harry slips his middle finger into you along with his index finger and starts curling it up in the way he knew you liked, trying his hardest to stimulate your g-spot. He looks extremely focused; leave it to Harry to make a night that was supposed to be all about him, not.

“S’fuckin’ tight,” he says, more so to himself. “You’d think with all the shags we’ve been ‘avin lately you’d be used to my fingers by now.”

You let out a loud groan at your boyfriend’s dirty talk. He knew that it was one of your biggest kinks so he usually overdid it just a tad bit. It’s not like you were complaining, though.

“Guess that means you’re not fuckin’ me hard enough, huh?”

Harry stops his movements and looks up at you through slightly hooded eyes, an amused (but not really) look on his face. “Not fuckin’ you hard enough? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

You can tell by the tone of Harry’s voice that he has it out for you now, but there’s no use in recanting your statement. He was about to make sweet, primal, love to you and god were you ready. Harry goes back to mercilessly fucking into you with his thick fingers, speeding up or slowing down his pace based on how you clench around him.

”Fuck, H.”

“Feels nice?” He goes from moving his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion to a scissoring motion which feels just as good if not better.

“Yeah, really nice,” your fingers are tangled in Harry’s hair and you know he’ll give you hell later for getting it all knotted. “I’m close.”

“Already? Haven’t even properly fucked you yet,” Harry removes his fingers from you aching cunt agonizingly slow, wiping them on his expensive Gucci trousers. “Guess I’ll jus’ have to fix that, yeah?”

“I guess so.”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight, pet. Is that really any way to treat your Grammy-winning boyfriend-”

“Harry, come off it!” You exclaim, letting out a loud laugh as you watch him stand up and unbutton his pants. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

Harry shoots you one of his blindingly bright smiles, wiggling his eyebrows as his pants pool around his feet. “Hey, ‘m just statin’ facts.”

He collapses onto the couch and pats his lap, giving his leaking cock two quick tugs. “Ride me.”

“Just because you won a Grammy doesn’t mean you don’t have to ask nicely anymore.”

“Y/N, my beautiful, dazzling, elegant girlfriend, will you please do me the honors of riding––”

“Why do you make everything so weird?” You groan as Harry laughs and pulls you into his lap with ease, wincing when your thigh brushes against his cock. Wordlessly, he places his hands on your hips and helps you sink down onto him, taking his lip in between his teeth to keep from yelling out.

”Fuck me…”

“I’m about to,” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as you adjust to his size. His hands roam the expanse of your back as he waits for you to get used to the feeling on him, wanting to feel every part of your body all at once. Without warning, you begin sluggishly rolling your hips. You were in no rush anymore; you had him inside of you, and that was all you wanted from the start.

“S’that all you got in ya?” His tone is cheeky, almost mocking. “I think you can give me more than tha’.”

“I dunno if I can.”

“Why’s that?” Harry bucks his hips upward slightly causing you to let out a loud gasp.

“I just want you to fuck me. I don’t wanna do any work.”

At this, Harry quickly flips you over so your sweaty body is now below his. You moan at the sensation the new angle immediately brought you. “Want me on top like this? This is how you wanna have me, angel?”

You nod. 

“Answer me.”

“Yes, Harry,” your eyes squeeze shut as Harry begins quickly thrusting into you. “God, yes. That feels amazing.”

“Yeah? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” Harry reaches his hand down to thumb at you clit and raises an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.

“God,” you grab onto your breasts to prevent them from bouncing around as Harry’s thrusting into you but he rips your hand away.

“Wanna see ‘em.”

“Right there,” you moan, no longer trying to bite back your sounds of pleasure. Between Harry eating you out, fingering you, and now fucking you harder than he has in ages, you were a few sloppy thrusts away from coming all over his cock. “I’m gonna cum–”

“...Already?”

You know he’s teasing but you still reach between your sweaty bodies to swat at his bare chest. “Don’t tease!”

“‘M messin’ with ya, puppy,” Harry pushes his curls out of his eyes. “I’m almost there- you first. Cum for me, Y/N.”

Harry doesn’t have to tell you twice. You spasm around his cock as soon as he tells you to, lifting your hips up to meet him as you could tell he was growing tired. Harry pulls out moments later, muttering a quick, “Where do you want it?” before finishing on your chest.

The silence that fills the room is comforting but of course, it’s cut short by your pest of a boyfriend.

“If that's what I got just for winning one Grammy, what would I get if I won the others?”

[bemylord]

ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ ʙᴏʏꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱ/ᴏ ʜᴜɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ.

warnings: fluff or soft or boys being embarrassed and cute. [parts with tsukki, sakusa, miya.]

ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜᴜ:

the tsundere boy would be shocked, yet after a few seconds of reflection, yuu will turn around, meeting with your gaze: your strands of hair have fallen from the ponytail as you were running to hug him. there's a warm feeling that had born in his chest or the heart as you kissed his nose, giggling.

'oi, y/n, you're so cutie.'

ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ:

he didn't have a clue you will wrap your arms around his wet t-shirt, cup your forehead between shoulder blades, barely high to touch the back of the neck. a slight brush had painted his cheeks into the peachy color, as you mumble inaudible phrases which are quelling by the fabric. he interlocked your palms together on his stomach, hearing your low giggle.

'i love to embarrass you, kageyama.'

you always know how to embarrass him among his teammates.

ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ ᴋᴇɪ:

nasty grumpy, who would do the tsk sound as feels your arms on his body. despite his nagging, such as 'wait till we get home, y/n.' you know kei is so cuddly after always asking for more cuddles in the bedroom.

'you told me you don't like cuddles.'

'stop grunting and give me a damn hug!'

ʜɪɴᴀᴛᴀ ꜱʜᴏʏᴏ:

the cutest blushed mess. and when i said the cutest, i mean it. he smiles constantly whenever you hug him spontaneously when behind - doesn't deny the fact he absolutely in love with you and your hugs. he'll spin around with you, maybe you'll fall on top of him, saying he acts like a child.

'but you happy with me, yeah?'

ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʀᴏᴜ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ:

ohhh~ actually, you might think he'd be weirdo, and yes, you're right: weirdo tetsurou kuroo who freakily loves when you unexpectedly give him a bear hug after he served the ball well.

'you served good, kuroo.'

suddenly, he turned around and cups your face to kiss you.

'am i supposed to have a hug-date for a good game?'

well, how can you refuse him?

ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ:

oikawa is a popular guy in the school: lots of girls are trying to obtain his attention, talking and complimenting the match he won. when he was talking with a girl from a parallel class, he felt your fists on the shirt as your chin rests on his shoulder.

'oikawa, did you forget about our date?'

although all girls know his heart belongs to you, she suddenly disappears from your field of vision.

'nope, honey, what about spending the evening with cuddles?'

ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ:

i think ushijima was born for hugs, especially for bear hugs or being the big spoon. you heard as the door open quickly run into the hallway to give a greeting hug to your boyfriend. wakatoshi loves when he returns home, immediately being wrapped in your arms. he interlaced your fingers as a warm feeling again borns in his chest.

'welcome home, darling.'

ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ:

you hate it when kenma doesn't notice you while playing games. he is sitting on the couch as you poke in his cheeks, attempting to get his attention.

'wanna cuddles, kyanma, cuddles-cuddles-cuddles.'

'a little later, i almost passed the level.'

you sigh, stood up from the couch. unexpectedly for him, you put your chin on the top of his head, hugging his shoulders. you pressed a kiss on his head.

'later is later.'

he stopped you, pulling you closer to him.

'cuddle me with me, please.'

ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ:

the mix of emotions: as for the beginning, he likes to hug you from behind, feeling as you jump from the unexpected touch. the second - oh, sorry, in my script there is the line: omdfgg iloveyousomuchbabyowl. it's written in bokutou's language, which means: i'm so happy baby owl, let's cuddles forever, i love you, let me cup your face! then he spreads lots of kisses on your face.

'let's have a date, please, y/n, pleaseee.'

ꜱᴜɴᴀ ʀɪɴᴛᴀʀᴏᴜ:

you ran as fast as you could to go out with suna. you noticed the familiar hair behind one of the benches, smiling, walking to your boyfriend. you wrapped arms around his shoulders.

'sorry i'm late, suna.' as he turned his head, seeing you in a summer dress in a floral print, with a cute make-up. how could suna be mad at you?

'you look amazing, baby.'

ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏᴜꜱʜɪ:

i think he can compete in cuteness with hinata. he's so cute when you hugged him after you won the match.

'I'm... a little wet, i'm not comfortable.'

'suga, i'm proud of you.'

he likes it when you can cuddle him anywhere without any embarrassment. so he will hug you back, giving you a kiss on your cheeks

ꜱᴀᴋᴜꜱᴀ ᴋɪʏᴏᴏᴍɪ:

you know how sukuna doesn't like attention in public, but at home - he steals your attention. when kiyoomi was cooking some waffles for you and him, as you cup your face into his back whilst fingers are running on his abs.

'sweetie, i'm trying to cook breakfast for us.'

'you oww me hugs too, dear, remember your promise?'

he smiles, remembering how he whispered promises to you last night. sakusa intertwined your fingers, smooch the palm as you giggle into his back, kissing your tracks.

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ:

as you received a text message from osamu that atsumu feels upset, you baked a cake for him, knocking on the door.

'y/n, i've been waiting for you, atsumu feels upset.'

'why he feels like that?'

'because i miss your hugs, dear!!'

you figured out why this insolent guy asked his brother to write to you - to force you to come over for a hug.

'netflix and cuddles, baby?' kageyama x reader hinata x reader

ᴏꜱᴀᴍᴜ ᴍɪʏᴀ:

osamu love language is definitely physical contact. any touch of your pads on his skin and you will spend hours hugging and kissing. hence, whenever you hug him from the back while he's cooking, he just forgets how to cut an apple. he picks you up and sits you down on the table, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

'can't wait till i get back with the fruit-slicing?

'i want to hug you already.'

* * *

sorry for the grammar mistakes.

[sapphic-lovegood]

Favorite Crime 3/3

Rafe Cameron x (Fem)Reader, JJ Maybank x (Fem)Reader

Y/N was once Rafe Cameron's world, but when he chose drugs over her. She picks up the pieces of her broken heart and JJ puts them together again.

Warnings: Toxic relationship, drug abuse, abuse, manipulation, cursing, breakup, sexual themes.

A/N: this is kind of a mix of fanon and canon Rafe, definitely more romanticized than he should be but only for the purpose of this story. This also isn’t time line accurate, I shifted some stuff around so the plot flowed better, don’t come for me.

Word Count: 3520

Part 2⬇️

(Not my gif)

When Y/N heard through the grapevine about JJ's arrest, she couldn't help the worry that settled in her chest.

She found herself at Kie's place, sitting on the porch.

"H-He's gonna be okay? Isn't he?" Y/N whispered. Kiara wrapped her arm around her shoulder and pulled her into her side.

"JJ has the survival instincts of a cockroach. He's gonna be just fine." Kie said. Y/N giggled through her tears and nodded.

"That's so mean...but you're not wrong. I-I'm just worried about what his dad is gonna do to him." She murmured. Kie nodded and Y/N sighed.

"Think they'd let me in to see him?" She asked. Kie laughed and shook her head.

"Absolutely not." Kie laughed. Y/N smiled and tied her hair up.

"Worth a shot I guess."

Y/N got on her bike and headed into town to the police station. As she got closer, she saw JJ leaving with his father by his side.

Her heart stopped and she quickly got off her bike.

"J-J, you alright?" She asked. He stopped dead in his tracks. He looked between her and his father.

"Get in the Damn truck, JJ." Luke growled. Y/N pulled him into a hug tightly.

"Don't get in the truck- please, J." She whispered. Knowing what awaited him if he did.

"I've got to, sweetheart." He said lowly, leaning back and looking down at her.

"Now, JJ!" Luke yelled. Y/N jumped and she watched as he got into the car.

"Go on now, I'll see you later." JJ whispered. Her eyes filled with tears and she nodded. Her heart pounding in her chest. Knowing that the moment she was out of sight, Luke was going to hurt him.

When Y/N saw JJ at Midsummers later that night, her heart leapt to her throat at the sight of his bruised face.

"I-I'll be right back." Y/N whispered to Rafe. He nodded and his eyes burned holes in her back as she

ran over to JJ.

"J- your face." She whispered, catching his arm. He turned sharply and his eyes widened.

"Fuck- sweetheart...

His words died on his tongue as he looked over her. So pretty in her fancy little dress, tiny flowers in her hair. Her cheeks flushed and she gently reached up to touch the bruise on his chin.

"W-Why didn't you listen to me?" She whispered. He couldn't focus on a thing she was shaking. Not when she looked so fucking good.

"You're so fucking beautiful." He murmured, his hands reaching for her waist. She looked up at him and swallowed thickly.

Rafe hadn't said a word about she looked. She didn't wanna let him know that it bothered her, but she hated dressing up and he knew that. He could've at least said something nice.

"I-I always feel silly at these things...I hate being all dressed up." She whispered. His heart skipped a beat as she straightened his tie out softly.

Rafe's jaw clenched and he gripped the glass in his hand so tightly his friends feared it would shatter.

"Silly is the last word I'd use to describe you right now." He said. She smiled and slipped from his grasp.

"You should be icing those bruises instead of serving all these rich assholes right now." She said, smiling sadly.

"I know, I'm here on official pogue business." He said. She giggled and smiled.

"I don't doubt that. Make sure you stay outta trouble, Maybank." She said. He nodded. Watching her disappear into the crowd.

No doubt back to Rafe. Who was less than pleased by the interaction he'd just witnessed.

He grabbed Y/N's arm and pulled her aside.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked lowly. She pulled her arm away and furrowed her brows.

"He just got out of jail, Rafe. I wanted to make sure he was okay. He's my friend." Y/N said. Rafe rolled his eyes and rubbed at his jaw.

"Friends...yeah. If that's what you need to tell yourself, sweetheart." He said.

"Fuck off, Rafe. Do not start this right now. How many times have I told you-

"I've got nothing to worry about- I've fucking heard it enough. Go fuck JJ for all I care." He said. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. Not that it excused the cruel words he was yelling at her.

"Rafe...please. N-Not tonight. I don't know how much clearer I can be- I only want you." She whispered shakily, gently holding his cheek. He looked down at her with hard eyes. Easing up when he saw her sad eyes.

He kissed her gently, easing her mind.

"I'm sorry, baby. I know- I know, it's you and me." He said. She smiled and nodded, giggling as his strong arm wrapped around her waist and hauled her off to the dance floor.

Y/N was left alone shortly after, finding herself dancing with Sarah. Rafe had disappeared and Y/N wasn't really worried.

Until she saw JJ come flying out of the house, security guard hot on his tail.

"J-

"Remember what I told you? About deserving better?" He asked. She nodded and her eyes flickered over to Rafe, leaning against the railing on the porch.

"Yeah...I-I do." She whispered. He held her chin and smiled sadly.

"It's still true." He said. She flushed as he released, running off with the pogues.

"What'd he say to you?" Rafe asked. Y/N jumped and turned to look up at her boyfriend.

"Nothing important..." She murmured, burying her head into his chest as she relished in the single calmness of the moment. Something about how she buried herself into his arms made him drop it.

They went home for the night, Rafe unable to shake the anger he felt after seeing Y/N and JJ so close. He knew JJ said something. He just didn't know what.

The following day, Y/N woke to a text from JJ that John B was in the hospital. Her heart stopped and she jumped out of bed.

"Where're you goin' baby?" Rafe mumbled. She kissed his forehead softly and jumped into her jeans.

"John B is in the hospital, I wanna go make sure everyone else is okay." She said. His jaw clenched and he sat up quickly.

"You're really going to them? This fucking early, it's like you just can't wait to get away from me." He said. She flushed and turned.

"You know that's not true. I just wanna make sure my friends are okay and then I'll be back." She said, as sweetly as possible.

"Don't fuckin' bother. I won't be here." He grumbled. She felt like her chest was caving in.

"O-Okay." She whispered meekly. Trying to push the tears back until she was out of sight. She grabbed her backpack and biked to the chateau.

Kie was the first to greet her. Hugging her tightly.

"Is everyone okay? No one else is hurt right?" She asked. Kiara nodded and took her hand, pulling her inside. She looked to JJ and she could see the distress on his face.

"J, you alright?" She asked softly, taking his hand in hers. He squeezed her hand softly and nodded.

"Yeah..M'alright." He said. She smiled sympathetically and squeezed his hand in return.

"If you need anything, you know I'm always here, J." She whispered. He nodded and softly kissed her knuckles.

"I know, honey." He said lowly. She smiled and sat besides him. Their hands still linked together. Y/N was worried for her friends. She was worried for JJ.

"I've gotta get to work, but I'll see you all later, yeah?" Y/N said, grabbing her bag.

"Yeah, we'll be at the wreck, Y/N. Come by." Kiara said. Y/N smiled and nodded, jumping as two warm hands slid around her waist.

"Come by later, promise?" JJ whispered. She turned into his arms and peered up at him.

"I-I promise." She whispered. He kissed her head and hugged her tightly.

"I really need you right now." He whispered. Her heart fluttered and she squeezed his middle.

"I'll be here, J. Promise." She whispered, sweetly kissing his bruises cheek.

Y/N went to work and at the end of the day, found herself home again. Ready to see Rafe after a long day.

"Baby? Are you home?" She called softly. She was so tired. She'd been worried about her fiends and worked all day. She just wanted to relax.

But when Rafe came around the corner, a hard look at his face and pupils taking up nearly his whole iris, she knew there wasn't going to be any rest.

"So where the fuck have you been?" He asked. She swallowed nervously and wrapped her arms around herself.

"I-I went to see my friends...like I said. A-And then I had work." She said softly. He growled and marched up to her, his hand grabbing her face and forcing her head back.

She yelped, hands trying to push him back.

"R-Rafe- stop- what did I do?" She cried. He shoved her against the wall and looked down at her, chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath.

"Fucking around with those goddamn pogues all day!" He yelled. She jumped and whimpered softly.

"I-I wasn't, Rafe. I had work!" She cried, whimpering as his gripped her jaw.

"I don't fucking believe you- always fucking with them. Making eyes at Maybanks." He growled. Her stomach dropped and she was filled with a sudden anger.

Using all the strength she had, she shoved him back. Causing him to stumble.

"You're a fucking whore." Rafe snarled. Her heart broke and her eyes filled with tears.

"W-Why would you say that?" She whispered. She shoved him back.

"I-I gave you everything! I-I loved you! S-So much! I-I have done everything for you a-and I don't even get t-trust in return?" She screamed. His eyes darkened with rage. Jaw clenching so tightly he thought his teeth would break.

"No- you don't get trust. Not when you're fucking JJ-

"I'm not fucking JJ!" She screamed in frustration, shoving him away from her for a final time.

It happened so fast, they were screaming and yelling.

Rafe grabbed her wrist and his hand rose, palm hitting her cheek with a loud crack. Her head jerked to the side and the sheer force of the hit caused her to fall.

He hit her.

Her hand trembled as she gently touched her cheek, feeling blood trickle down her lip. It went silent. The only sound being the uneven breathing coming from Rafe.

Until the realization of what he'd done hit him like a train.

"F-Fuck- sweetheart- I-I didn't-

He couldn't get his words out properly.

"D-Do not touch me!" She whispered as he went to take her hands.

"I-I won't- I'm sorry- I'm so sorry." He whispered. She pulled herself to her feet, wiping the blood from her lip.

"Y-You're not- you're not sorry. And d-don't even tell me you're going to change b-because you're not going to! Y-You just keep hurting people, Rafe!" She sobbed, her chest feeling like it was caving in.

She didn't feel love anymore when she looked at him. She didn't get the warm, butterfly feeling in her tummy. She felt sick. Like something died deep inside her and it was crawling out through her chest.

She ran past him to their room, grabbing a bag and shoving things into it.

"B-Baby- please. I-I'm so fucking sorry- I-I never wanted to hurt you- let alone put my hands on you like that-

"But you did! Y-You did, Rafe. Y-You hurt me. Over and over and I k-keep letting you. I-I don't deserve this- I-I deserve better. I-I'm done waiting for you to change." She cried, pushing past him and leaving.

Leaving him to ruminate with what he'd done. Let him think.

Y/N found herself walking to the cut. Walking turned to running, feet pounding against the pavement. Finding herself outside the chateau.

Her soft knocking at the front door woke Kiara, who was asleep in the living room.

"K-Kie...it's me. I-I need a place to stay- p-please." Y/N whispered. Kiara flipped the porch light on and gasped. Y/N's cheek was already blossoming with a nasty bruise. Discolored purple and yellow and red skin under her eye. And her lip. Split open and bleeding down her chin.

"Oh, Y/N. What happened?" Kie whispered, slamming the door open. Which caused Y/N to jump slightly.

"H-He isn't gonna change- I-I wanted him to change s-so badly, Kie!" Y/N sobbed. Crumbling to her knees. Kiara gasped and knelt down, wrapping her arms around her friend tightly.

"JJ- guys! I need you!" Kie yelled. Y/N cried softly, leaning into Kiara's side.

"Don't worry, JJ's here. Popes here, I'm here. We're all here for you." Kie whispered. JJ woke up and groggily walked to the porch. The dim light illuminating the two girls. And his heart stopped.

"Y/N, sweetheart, what happened?" JJ asked. Her head lifted from Kie's neck and his heart skipped a beat.

She was hurt. Someone had hurt her.

He knelt down slowly in front of her, her eyes following his every movement carefully.

"H-He isn't getting better, J. I-It's only g-getting worse." She cried. He immediately pulled her into his arms. His heart racing a mile a minute.

"I've gotcha, sweetheart." He murmured, gently stroking her hair. Kie and Pope knew Y/N was in good hands. JJ would never hurt her. Never scare her.

So they left them to be alone.

Y/N's head buried into JJs neck. Her body trembling in his arms.

"All the things I did...just so I could call him mine." She cried softly. He kissed her forehead and his jaw clenched. No one deserved to be treated like this. Especially not her.

He didn't know what to say, he wasn't sure what there was to say. He knew this would happen. And the idea made him sick so he pushed it off. But he couldn't anymore and the anger that slowly filled him got worse by the minute.

"Come on, let me clean that lip up." JJ whispered, brushing her hair away from her eyes so he could look up at her face. She nodded and leaned into his hand as he gently cupped her cheek.

She shakily stood from his lap and followed him inside. Dropping her bag onto the bathroom floor. She hopped up onto the counter and JJ turned to look at her.

Even bloody and bruised, his heart did flutter at her beauty.

"Tilt your head back." He said softly. She nodded and her head fell back, giving him the angle he needed to gently clean her lip.

His one hand held the back of her head, fingers tangled through her hair. She looked up at him and her head spun with all the thoughts floating around.

"You doing okay?" He asked, her quietness worrying him.

"Yeah- j-just tired I think." She whispered. He nodded, his thumb gently brushing over her jaw softly.

He kissed her forehead, his arm wrapping around her waist to bring her into his chest.

"I-I k-knew this was how it'd end. I just don't think I wanted to accept it. I wanted him to change." She whispered. JJ nodded, not knowing what to say. His lips pressing against the top of her head. Only wanting to ease her state of upset.

"I won't let you get hurt again. Not like this, you deserve...the fucking world." JJ whispered, warm hands tenderly holding her bruised face.

"I-I really need you right now." She whispered, repeating his words from that morning. His lips twitched upwards into a sad smile and he nodded.

"I'll be here." He said. She giggled sadly and hugged him tightly.

"Always." He murmured. She sniffled and he scooped her up. Making her squeal and wrap her arms around him tightly.

"You can take my bed. I'll sleep on the chair in the living room." He said. Her heart fluttered and she tightened her arms around his neck as he slowly lowered her onto the bed.

"Y-You could stay.." She whispered. His jaw clenched and he looked down at her.

"Stay- please." She said. He nodded and gently tucked her hair away from her face.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." He said. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him tightly.

"T-Thank you, J." She whispered. He gently rocked her back and forth in his arms, relishing in the feeling of her pressed against him.

"I'd do anything for you...you should know that by now." He said against her neck between gentle kisses. Her eyes filled with tears, unable to recall the last night someone loved her as hard and fiercely as JJ.

A part of her loved him too. Loved him so much that it scared her, but she loved Rafe. As much as he hurt her, she knew it would take time to heal from what had been between them.

Y/N laid back onto the unmade bed and sighed softly. The soft mattress molding to her body perfectly.

JJ laid besides her, leaving a few inches of space between their bodies. He took a moment to look over her face, smiling softly to himself.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. His cheeks flushing lightly knowing he'd been caught staring.

"J?" She asked softly, nuzzling into his chest. His heart nearly beat out of his chest, hands shaking as he hesitantly wrapped his arm around her shoulder to bring her closer.

"D-Do you remember that n-night? On the hammocks?" She whispered, her fingertips tracing small patterns over his chest.

Of course he remembered. It was the first time she'd come to him about Rafe. First time he was genuinely concerned for her safety. That night he realized how much he truly cared about her. How it was so much more than a silly crush.

"Y-Yeah...I remember." He hesitated. She nodded and kissed his chin softly where a bruise was, no doubt left behind by his father.

"W-We've always been more than friends. From the moment we met...part of me knew that. I-I think I was scared. R-Rafe was in my life for so long. I-I didn't think I had any other option. B-But then I met you." She whispered. His jaw clenched tightly and he looked down at her.

His hands were rough, but when he touched her face. You'd have swore she was the most precious gem in the world. The way he so softly held her face in his hands. Thumb soothing over her heated cheeks.

He wasn't sure what to say. She took his silence as he didn't feel the same anymore. And that hurt worse.

"I-I'm sorry-

"No- no- you've got nothin' to be sorry for. I-

He paused for a moment, leaning over her slightly so she laid on her back under him.

"I don't know how to talk about how I feel- and I don't wanna mess it up." He murmured. The sincerity in his voice causing her heart to flutter.

"Could never mess it up, J." She whispered, softly biting at her bottom lip as their noses brushed softly.

"I loved you the moment I met you...I thought it was just a stupid crush because you were pretty and funny and you were hanging around more. But then there was that first time you came here after a fight with Rafe.

I'd never been so angry in my life, because I didn't understand how an asshole like Rafe fucking Cameron was lucky enough to have you in the first place, let alone treat you the way he did." He said, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. Her heart fluttered and she held his shoulders.

"I would've done fucking anything to take that pain away for you...that's how I knew it was more than a silly crush...I just- knew." He whispered. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes filled with tears. Never in her life had such sweet words been said to her. Never had she felt so safe and loved.

"I love you." She whispered, burying her head into his neck. Those three words brought him instant relief. Like ten tons had been lifted from his shoulders all at once.

"I love you too, baby." He said softly, his hand gently rubbing her back. She sniffled and giggled through her tears. He leaned back and looked down at her.

"I'm not looking to rush you...okay? We don't have to- be anything except friends until you're ready." He said, his one hand resting on her tummy.

Her heart fluttered at his sweet words and she smiled softly.

"T-Thank you, J." She whispered. He nodded and kissed her forehead as he knelt back.

The pair fell asleep tangled together. A mess of hands running over each other and soft spoken words. Unable to get close enough to one another.

@hollands-gf @black-syren

A/N: should I write a fourth chapter with a little more JJ x Reader action to finish off the mini series?