#also omg he's rolling a braid between his fingers

[amyrallis]

OH I MOST CERTAINLY AM

Sage Mode!!!

[fuckmymunson]

OMG OMG CAN YOU DO MORE OF DARK SIRIUS BLACK

𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 — 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐭. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫.

★ CW: 18+, Smut, unprotected sex, cheating, (kinda?) exhibitionism, slight degradation, slapping, (maybe) phone sex, my awful English. | Minors DNI | word count: 1.8k.

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"Have fun, love, but not too much, eh?" Sirius teased his girlfriend, your big sister. Kissing her lips, you felt a wave of jealousy crashing over your chest, wishing it was you who he was kissing instead.

"Is just a road trip, Sirius." Your sister giggled, holding her backpack. "Are you sure you don't wanna come?"

He shook his head, pressing another kiss against her lips. "Nah, girls' weekend, have a rest from me, babe, you deserve it. Tell Mrs Moony I say hi." And with another round of goodbye kisses, she left, leaving you two alone in the small flat. 

You moved to the city with your older sister who was thrilled to have you with her, and her boyfriend Sirius who was practically living there too. In the beginning, the relationship between you and Sirius was a little awkward; He was so flirty and touchy, so your sister and her friends, (who also happened to be his friends) explained to you that Sirius was just being himself. Then, everything took an… interesting turn. Noticing how his eyes lingered over you, wearing those short summer dresses, how he smirked at the sight of you bending down to pick the cans of beer from the living room, giving him a slight peek of your pretty cunt pressed against the pink fabric of your panties, how much he enjoyed braiding your hair, his fingertips brushing your neck, making you shiver. 

The little attempts to catch his attention were painfully obvious. You felt guilty, of course, he was your big sis’ boyfriend for god's sake! But you couldn’t help it, he was too charming for you to simply ignore him, with his breathtaking grey eyes, his sexy smirk and the way his fingers trailed your shoulders when you were wearing those tiny tank tops… I mean, give yourself a break!

“Um.” You cleared your throat, trying to push away the image of his lips all over you to the back of your head. “I’m gonna go take a shower.” Standing up from the living room, hearing him chuckle, you rushed to the bathroom, locking the door. 

The cold water ran through your body, in a desperate attempt to cool down the burning feeling of desire you had for your sister’s boyfriend. 

Grabbing a near towel hanging on the grab bar, you wrapped it around your naked, wet form just in time to remember how you forgot a dry set of clothes. You cursed under your breath while opening the bathroom door so slowly it seemed like it took forever to walk through, looking at both sides of the tiny hallway, relieved to see it empty. After tiptoeing to your room, next to your sister's, Sirius's voice coming from the tiny gap of the open door caught your attention, the curiosity getting the best of you leaned closer. 

“I swear, Prongs.” He was on the phone, presumably with James. "She’s so fucking hot, and I have to spend the weekend with her, have you seen her? I want to devour her.” His words made you gasp, quickly covering your mouth with your hand, hoping he hadn’t heard you. “She loves to act dumb, mate. I’m starting to think she’s actually that dumb. Better for me, I like em' more when they only have air inside their cute little heads.”

James must have said something funny on the other side of the line because Sirius started laughing. You’re about to leave, one hand still on your mouth and the other clutching tightly at the towel covering your decency when the door opens. 

"Whoa, look who we've got here." Sirius is standing next to you, phone pressed against his ear and a pleased smile on his handsome face. “Guess who was eavesdropping on our little chat, Prongs?”

“I didn’t hear anything, I swear.” The lie rolled down your lips and before you could take a single step, a ringed hand is pressed against your hip, making you squeal.

“Spare the lies, love.” Sirius practically drags you inside the bedroom, closing the door with his foot. “Be a good girl and lemme see you, come on.”

Your body tingled with courage at first, the hunger in his eyes sending you a wave of courage, and soon, the towel pooled at your feet, exposing your naked form to your sister's boyfriend, who eyed you up and down and licked his lips. “Gorgeous.” He whispered. The way he approached you made you shiver in anticipation, feeling defenceless. “So this is what’s gonna happen, pup.” Placing the phone on the bed, he pressed the speaker button. “I’m gonna fuck you in your sister’s bed, and Prongs here is gonna hear all of it, okay?.” You nod but is not enough for him. “Ask me for it, let Prongs hear you.”

“Please fuck me in my sister’s bed, while James’s on the phone.” There was no turning back. The words felt unreal, and the crimson blush that followed them only amused Sirius beyond limits.

Then, he kissed you, and the way he did was so passionate it took away every hint of common sense you had left. His tongue took its time exploring your mouth, delighted at the taste of your lips. He was a very good kisser. Pushing you to the bed, he caged you with his body, wasting no time licking and biting your neck, his rings scraping the supple flesh of your tits. The loud moan that escaped your lips made James groan on the other side of the line.

“You want Prongs to jerk himself with your pretty noises, pup?” Sirius breathed against your chest, only to bite your nipple making you moan again. 

“Yes, please.” You begged, James was also insanely hot, with those broad shoulders, that American tan and those pretty messy curls, countless times you had daydreamed about tugging them while he's burying his face between your thighs. 

“I can’t say no to that.” James chuckled and you heard the clear sound of a zipper being pulled down. 

A finger slides across your folds, gathering the increasing dampness, causing you to whine. “Focus on me, doll, I’m the one making you feel good.” It sounded more like a threat. Either way, you whimpered in agreement. “Look at you, your pussy is basically dripping f’me.” To remark his words, he inserts two fingers, prompted to curl them. The new feeling made you cry with pleasure. “There we go, so eager, aren’t you?”

No one had ever touched you like that, he seemed to know exactly what to do for you to become putty in his hands. The lewd sound of your pussy clenching on his fingers and your moans are music for his ears. “Please.” You beg again when his palm scratched very lightly your clit.

“Please what, baby?” Sirius asked, acting innocently, repeating the action. 

A few moans distracted you from his question, licking your lips at the sounds of James jacking off and his occasional groans, you closed your eyes picturing the scene, his shirt being held up by his teeth, his glasses sliding down his nose from the sweat, his sweatpants tugged down just below his thighs, stroking his hard cock up and down, up and down at the sound of your moans… Speaking of moans, a loud one escaped your lips when Sirius’s hand slapped your pussy far from delicately, another warning. “I asked you a question, are you dumb?”

“Please fuck me, Siri, please” The answer earned your a groan from both men, the mere sound almost sending you over the edge. 

“You really want that, love? You want me to fuck you dumb in your big sister’s bed?” 

Fuck.

“Do you want me to use you like a little toy? My little toy?” His words are relentless, determined to not give you a break. “I’m sure you do, pup. I can fucking see the way you drool for me, your sister’s boyfriend.”

“What a dirty little girl…” James moans. 

“Wearing those little dresses, batting those pretty eyes at me, begging for me to fuck you.” Sirius pulled away from you much to your displeasure, removing his shirt and his jeans as quick as his hands allowed him. 

Having him naked was a whole different experience. You've seen him without a shirt countless times, trying to be discreet (and failing miserably), spellbound at the way his arms flex, at his black tattoos, bold and dangerous, just like he is, but to actually have him like this was an experience of a lifetime. While torturing you, he stripped away every piece of clothing from him parsimoniously until he's fully naked, and you're now certain you like everything about him.

“Can’t wait to make you mine.” He growled, opening your legs and with one hand coating his hard length with your lovely fluids. He slid in with a swift thrust, almost bottoming out. " Fuck, if I knew this beauty was so tight, I would've fucked her months ago." 

“Is it better than her sister’s?” James teased Sirius, making you moan in the procedure.

“Way fuuuuucking better Prongs.” And living up to his words, Sirius's pace is merciless, the obscene sounds of his thrusts and how your puffy cute pussy clenches around him made James moan louder through the phone, and you can hear the wet sounds his cock is making against his hand. “You hear that, love? Prongs s’gonna cum with the thought of your adorable pussy.”

James’s loud groan indicated to you that he did in fact cum.

“You like it when your sister’s boyfriend makes you his personal slut?” His hand reached between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tiny shapes. 

“Y-Yes!” The desperation in your voice is priceless. “Fuck, p-please.”

“Are you gonna cum? Pretty girl?” James’s hoarse voice next to you almost felt as if he was right there. “Are you gonna make a mess on Pads’ cock?”

“I can feel your tight pussy swallowing my cock, sweetheart.” The man above you is wild, driving you insane.

“Are you gonna milk his cock like the good girl you are?” 

“Fuck, s’good.”

Sirius groaned lewdly at the way you came, squeezing him impossibly harder, feeling you come undone under him, seeing the way your back arched in pleasure, how your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, and the sweet, sweet way you yelled his name. The warm feeling of hot, strings of cum inside you is literally overwhelming, and when he pulled out, you can feel it almost squirting out of you, making a mess on the purple bedsheets. 

“Such a mess.” He panted, running a hand through his hair. “You better wash those sheets, lovely, unless you want your sister to know I fucked you dumb in her bed.”

“Fuck, she can make a mess on me whenever she wants.” 

“You hear that bunny? What do you think if we invite Prongs for breakfast tomorrow?” Long fingers gather some of his cum and yours, pushing it back inside your empty hole. 

“Only if she’s the dessert.”

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ 

[vamossainz55]

Run Your Hands Through My Hair (1.3k) | Carlos Sainz Jr x Reader

req from anon:

imagine carlos obsessing over your hair, literally attempting to braid it and style it. plus reader having bangs 😩

a/n: omg so this is the first request i've ever gotten so i wrote a quick drabble. reminded me of ari's song 'my hair' tbh. but omg i loved it and it kinda pushed me to write something different and more domestic but i loved it <33. also this just made me think about carlos' hands bc- yep. definitely having some thoughts. anyways tysm anon for requesiting and i hope you enjoy and i was able to meet expectations <33

++ extra carlos hand porn w his mclaren trophy bc why not

“Are you good my love?” You ask in amusement as you continue to scroll through your instagram. You’re sitting on the couch, head on Carlos’ lap as the TV softly plays in the background. Carlos had been going around the house, cleaning up a few things earlier before deciding to sit with you on the couch. He had been focused on the movie for a bit but you had soon noticed that he was gently playing with your hair. He’s curling your locks between his fingers, once in a while pulling gently. It doesn’t hurt but it’s enough to catch your attention. 

“All good,” He says, smiling when you finally put your phone on your lap to look up at him. You squint a little as your hair gets slightly into your eyes but before you go to brush them off your face Carlos is already helping you with it. His hands go back to your hair, once again playing with your locks. 

“I should let them grow out. It's time, don't you think?” You ask, hands gently going to your outgrown bangs and seeing an instant pout appear on Carlos’ face. You had been one of the many victims of COVID boredom and sure, staying at home was fun at first, but one week led to one month and before you knew it you were holding a pair of scissors and cutting at your own hair. To be fair the tik tok you had followed had been quite helpful because by the end of it you had fairly decent wispy bangs sitting on your forehead. 

That was a year ago. The bangs were fun at first, and you really liked how you looked with them, but it was truly getting annoying to have to fix them every few weeks to make sure they weren’t going into your eyes. You had told yourself countless times to let them grow out, but one thing always held you back. 

“But mi amor,” Carlos whined, the usual way he did whenever you brought up the topic. “You look gorgeous with them.” He says gently ruffling your bangs. Your nose scrunches a bit at this effort as he only succeeds to once again obstruct your vision. Soon though Carlos is leaning down to give you a gentle peck on the lips. “Keep them please?” He asks with the usual smile that you can barely ever say no to. 

“You know how much effort that is,” You say, rolling your eyes when he says and so what? You’re about to argue with him when he says something that makes your brows raise.

“I can learn to cut them for you,” He offers and you give him a skeptical look. Soon he’s shifting a bit and you sit up. You let out a soft huff when your hair gets into your eyes again and once more Carlos fixes your bangs. His fingers are so gentle that it almost hurts. 

“Carlos,” You say, not expecting to budge. “You can’t even braid hair.” This doesn’t seem to discourage him as he looks you with a determined look. 

“I’ll learn. Wanna bet?” He asks, holding his hand out. You take a deep breath, knowing he isn’t going to let up on it. Soon you’re taking his hand in yours before giving it a firm shake.

“Deal.”

One thing that you had learned over the two years of dating Carlos was that he wasn’t a quitter, but you didn’t expect him to try this hard either. The day after the deal you come home from going out with some friends and you find him on his phone, eyes glued to its little screen. “Hola mi amor,” He says, eyes not moving to look at you. You can hear a woman’s voice in the background and you curiously come closer, setting your bag on the bed. 

“What are you watching?” You ask, sitting next to him and looking over his phone and see that it’s a video with a woman and a girl sitting down. A smile pulls at your lips when you notice the woman slowly explaining how she’s going to braid her daughter’s hair and that’s when you realize he’s watching a tutorial. “Oh my god,” You say, holding back a laugh. 

“What?” He asks, pausing the video to look up. “We made a deal.” He says, soon leaning close to greet you properly with a peck. “Wanna try?” He asks and you can’t help but concede. Soon you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, Carlos sitting cross legged behind you as he slowly runs his fingers through your hair and tries to get out the knots. “Wait!” 

There is a shift on the bed and you look back to see what your boyfriend is doing and you fondly roll your eyes when you see him coming back with a comb in his hand. Soon he is gently brushing through your hair, the silence in the room is loud as the driver is focused on getting this right. It’s endearing how genuine he is with it, his focus sharp as he slowly begins to attempt to loop your hair together. He restarts twice- but you can’t blame him really, your hair was cut in layers which didn’t make it easier for him but when he’s done he’s proudly asking for your hair tie. You offer your hand up and he takes the band off your wrist before securing your hair with it. 

“Not bad Carlos,” You say as he proudly shows you the image on his phone after taking a quick picture.

It doesn’t end there though. For the next few weeks Carlos becomes really invested, every night he finds himself asking if you had an extra ten, fifteen, twenty minutes for him to just practice on you. He watches videos, tutorials, and even asks a friend or two for different ways to style out your hair. It doesn’t always work out (which leads to one or two small arguments), but overall he manages to learn a lot more than you expect him to. 

It becomes a ritual too, every night that you’re together you both find yourselves on the bed, Carlos gently combing through your hair as you both catch up on your day, or talk about whatever really. It’s a special moment that you both share, and you find yourself sometimes saving stories to share then. It’s nice really, a moment where you’re both really focused on one another, not worried about anything else. 

Carlos also ends up always carrying one of your hair ties on his own wrist, and more often than not, you forget to grab one for yourself whenever you’re both out together. 

It’s a bit over a month after your deal, and you can feel your bangs already pushing their luck, you’re in the bathroom, looking for your go to hair-cutting scissors to trim them down for the first time since you’ve made the deal with Carlos. You’re about to make the first snip before stopping yourself. “Babe?” You call out. There is a moment of silence and a bit of shuffling before Carlos is opening the door.

“Yes, cariño?” He asks, looking at your reflection in the mirror. 

“Can you help me out?” You ask with a smile. His eyes light up and he walks closer.

“Really? Are you sure?” He asks, and you can see he is a bit nervous. It’s funny really, because you both were well aware that Carlos had watched dozens of videos on cutting bangs. At this point he was more qualified than the first time you were snipping at your own hair. 

“Of course, I trust you.” You smile and he can’t help but grin as he grabs his brush before he’s making you sit down. He slowly ties your hair up, brushing your overgrown bangs to the front. 

“Vamos,” He says with a grin.

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a/n: thanks for reading!! (and yes ik i got caught up with the bangs part, sorry but not really) . hope you enjoyed and as always constructive criticism is appreciated <3

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[syzzish]

TOMAN BOYFRIENDS !

various headcannons for the tokyo rev boys as boyfriends

ৎ୭ multiple toman boys x gn! reader

ৎ୭ warning(s): suggestive (?), mostly fluff, (crack) headcannons, mentions of drugs (sanzu), not proofread; beware of errors — slight passive aggressiveness towards sanzu

ৎ୭ a/n: gives me an excuse to write about my favs so enjoy <3 also the line between past and present timeline kinda blurred so the hcs are all over the place mb 🌚

ৎ୭ now playing: WUSYANAME — tyler, the creator • nba youngboy • ty dolla sign

SPOILERS AHEAD ! PROCEED WITH CAUTION

ৎ୭ MANJIRO SANO

extremely childish omg

i feel like mikey is the type to whine n complain but never tell you what’s wrong

like he could be super moody out of nowhere but when you try n ask what’s wrong with him he’ll flat out ignore you smh

it’s okay tho bc he’s genuinely a good boyfriend

when he’s not busy running the toman he’s pretty fun to be around

his favorite pass time with you is driving around and blasting music out the windows

mikey loves when you play with his hair, especially after a long day of work — it just calms him down n reminds him that his impulse doesn’t have to get the best of him !

you’re able to see right thru his tough exterior too

just tell the boy “you don’t have to be so strong all the time, ‘jiro.” and he’ll melt in your hands like putty <3

ৎ୭ KEN RYUGUJI

big softie !!!

draken is super good at helping you navigate your problems

considering all his practice helping steer mikey in the right direction, it’s only natural that he helps his dearly beloved partner

he hates pda with a burning passion

“i’ll love you and shit in private, why do i have to show the whole world that you’re mine? they already know that.”

favorite part of your body is your hands. he l o v e s feeling your hand in his, warm and secure, it’s comforting <3

cooks for u

bomb ass meals at that

just a lot of love and care with kenchin

ৎ୭ TAKEMICHI HANAGAKI

sweet n respectful

for the first few months of your relationship you kept having to snap him out his thoughts

they were about you lmao

he adores you sm

always — and i mean always — has a hand on you

whether it’s on your waist, intertwined with yours, on your thigh, around your neck n shoulders

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s on top of the world

like that one time after he beat up the dudes for draken n he was feelin himself so he dressed all weird so mikey was like “sit yo ass down mf 🤨” yk?

idk if that made any sense but basically what i meant is he’s overly confident when he’s with you

he swears up and down he’s happiest when he’s with you <3

ৎ୭ CHIFUYU MATSUNO

10/10 boyfriend ong

takes u on dates to pet stores and see the animals hdhdjf

loyal as hell ; you never have to worry about trusting him

fuyu is a very touchy person

i feel like he likes playing with your fingers just as a fidget

like you could be talking to him or something n he’ll just take your hands into his and start playing with your fingers

he’s listening to your pretty voice ofc but he also wants to touch you like 95 percent of the time

first time he saw your smile he saw stars

you were just chillin with your friends and he saw you laugh and this man had to stop everything he was doing, pull baji aside and stare him in the eyes like

“dude i just saw the prettiest smile i’ve ever seen”

baji looked at him like he was crazy LMAOAO

peke j loves you

a good portion of fuyu’s camera roll is just you and peke j hanging out <3

love this man frfr

ৎ୭ KEISUKE BAJI

this relationship is so fun

definitely asked you to do sum crazy shit like skydiving as a date idea

bragged in fuyu’s face when he arranged a date with you LMAO

has most def pulled a prank or two on you — could not resist the temptation

loves cuddling

baji insists on laying on your chest

“it’s for a good cause, babe”

baji loves when you braid his hair

feeling your fingers running thru his black locs, pulling as gently as possible to try not and braid too tight, how could he not love it?

smiling all the time omg

could literally be doing something normal like getting dressed for the day and you’ll walk in n he’ll turn to u and flash a smile and say good morning

he just loves you sm

healthy, honest, and positive relationship <3

ৎ୭ SEISHU INUI

he is a man of few words i’ll tell you that

the day of your confession this man said “oh me too”

deadass you stood there for a good minute contemplating wtf just happened

i mean a good minute just thinking about how you poured your heart out, telling inupi that you loved everything about him, and he says that??

you almost walked away hshdjf

buys heels with you idc

tells you when you’re putting yourself in a bad situation

i feel like he’s blunt about it too hasjfjd

“baby they’re not good influences and if you hang out with them you’re becoming a bad influence by default.” 

he means well, just often doesn’t know how to reciprocate his feelings into words all the time without being too honest

he likes giving you forehead kisses

this man deserves everything ong

ৎ୭ TAKASHI MITSUYA

insanely patient

i’ve been dying to share this headcannon: he makes your clothes and styles your outfits when you two go out

matching color coordinated outfits.

will 100% dress you in designer

he’s so sweet <3

cried first time you met luna and mana :((

growing up, he had to take care of his sisters so seeing you get along with them so well it was a lot to take in !!

gives great advice

taka-chan definitely hugs you with his arms resting on your shoulders or with his hands resting on your hips, squeezing them ever so slightly

matching tattoos n piercings — yup.

has asked you to model things for him — he doesn’t care what your confidence level is like bc around him, takashi expects that shit to be at 10.

“you’re perfect to me angel, why don’t you see that?”

happy noises for takashi

ৎ୭ KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

this relationship took a while

kazutora didn’t grow up in an ideal home & has suffered a lot emotionally

so when you told him you were in love with him and all his flaws, he pushed you away

didn’t believe that you of all people had feelings for him

eventually tho, kazu gave you a chance once he got better

not the best boyfriend, but he’s trying to be better for you

he likes to keep things tidy around the house

pretty n neat

i feel like he has a few plants that he waters everyday

just little succulents that he keeps on a windowsill and waters them everyday to feel like he’s done something good

took a lil bit for him to open up properly, but kazutora is fairly good at expressing his emotions and reacting to yours

work in progress, but progress nonetheless <3

ৎ୭ HAJIME KOKONOI

this dude knew you liked him before you even knew yourself

he liked studying your mannerisms n such

convinced himself you liked him

you did, in fact, have growing feelings for koko

so the day you went up to him and were about to confess your feelings —

he stopped you and was like

“i like you too now go out with me.”

you always have to be careful what you say around him

never ever tell him you want anything because you sure as hell will have it by the end of the week

give him two days tops if you said “oh that bracelet is beautiful” and boom you have it

he just likes spoiling you :((

ৎ୭ SHUJI HANMA

crazy mf

had to take a moment and realize what you’ve gotten yourself into LMAOAOA

i feel like hanma asked you out

“you seem like you’d be down to have some fun, go out with me will ya?”

this guy has no self control

if he wants to go on a date you’re going on one, no questions asked

and they’re not just any dates so don’t expect some cute amusement park and a kiss on the ferris wheel

you often have to ground him

his actions leave no room for self care, so you gotta care for him

one word for this relationship: reckless

ৎ୭ SOUYA “angry” KAWATA

probably the most caring man on this list

contrary to his nickname and constant scowl, souya is sooooooo sweet omg

always checking on you to make sure you’re okay

i think he sends texts throughout the day

“hey baby, just checking on you. i love you and have a good day for me, kay?”

listens to whatever you have to say

i feel like you could be yelling in this mf’s face n he’ll just sit there doe-eyed

slight pda for the soul

just some hand holding and kisses if he’s feeling adventurous

his brother approves <3

ৎ୭ NAHOYA “smiley” KAWATA

his smile is contagious

constantly making jokes to make you smile

nahoya was hesitant to bring someone else in his life

his strongest relationship was with his brother

so bringing someone who could potentially be as important into his life, ofc he was scared

ended up being one of the best decisions in his life

extremely into pda

wants to broadcast to the whole world that you’re his and he’s yours <3

never wants to see u cry, it might break the poor guy :((

depsite the canon character trivia of nahoya being ranked 2nd as worst boyfriend he is a very nice partner, and if u get along with souya he swears he’s gonna marry you

ৎ୭ HAKKAI SHIBA

lovely man

he knows that he is loved when he’s with you

i feel like hakkai’s love language is gift giving

just small trinkets and such that remind him of you

he’s a model in the present so u know this man is pretty

fun and kind to be around

likes when you touch his head

he could be laying on top of you and you’d run your hands on his buzz cut and he’d be in heaven

despite his older brother stealing the thunder most of the time, he feels very seen around you

all is well with hakkai in the heart <3

ৎ୭ HARUCHIYO SANZU

yeah uhm

6/10 boyfriend

he’s busy most of the time n probably a dry texter

but in person he’s decent at giving you attention

gets high with you LMAOAOOA

haru is aware he kinda sucks when it comes to being affectionate

but whatever hahdjfj

babes why did you start dating him in the first place…

he liked the first time you kissed the scars on his lips

doesn’t like it much now 💀

ehh he’s doing his best ig

my boys :(( anyways this was fun to write !! stay safe and drink water babes <3

[yunopouts]

NCT 127 + cuddling

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

Ty Track:

Our lovely leader

Doesn’t happen much

But whenever it does it’s normally after a stressful day

You lay down on his arm

And you let him rant until his falls asleep

You normally fall asleep a few minutes after he does

When you wake up, you’re kinda still in the same position?

Except tae’s on his side facing you (obviously) with his arm over you

And his neck is in the crook of your neck

He breathes very softly ):

Taeil:

He’s so little omg

Cuddling happens all the time

He loves it.

You normally lie on top of him

AND HE JUST STROKES YOUR HAIR

FUCK MY HEART

Y’all have a blanket on top of you

Cause both of your feet get cold

Scrunches his nose a lot

It makes you feel very fuzzy

Lots of little pecks on the lips

Taps or rubs your back

Sings you your favourite NCT song (usually 127’s songs)

Young-HO (Johnny):

He’s so annoying

He’s so tall

And heavy

Bitch runs into the room and jumps on you

Squishing you and your titties

Knocking all the air out of your lungs

THAT FUCKING HURTS BRO

Then he just stays there

Literally suffocating you

He rolls around a bit on top of you

You have to like… repeatedly smack him so he’d get off

You would probably fall asleep just next to each other

Cuddling with John would happen every once in a while

Normally out of the blue though

Yuta:

Cuddling happens normally when you’re relaxing

Or watching a movie

He is definitely the type of guy who likes to lay on your stomach

Like in between your legs

You play with his hair

Do lil braids in it ://

Or you squish his cheeks

Or tap his face

I think he genuinely enjoys cuddling

He kisses your hands a lot

Because they’re on his face

Or you tickle his neck

And he giggles

Doy:

HOLD ON I LOVE THIS GIF

Doesn’t happen often

But he really likes it

He likes the feeling of being close to you

You lie facing each other

But not like connected

You like staring at each other

Into his boba eyes

You poke his cheekies

When he makes the bread face

You two make funny faces at each other

But mostly you

Because you like hearing his laugh

He likes to brush the hair out of your eyes

Caresses your cheek a lot

Sometimes he’ll sing you to sleep

Or he just hums

Still as equally soothing

Jaehyun:

Happens all the time

He really likes it too

Your face is in his chest

You like his cologne

(sidenote: I bought it. This man smells so fucking good oh my fucking god)

He likes hugging your head

Your legs are tangled

He strokes your hair

It soothes him

You like to run your fingers over his back

He sighs a lot (happily though)

“This is nice” he says

Lots of ‘I love you’s’ too

He lets you put your hands under his sweater when your hands get cold

Or he holds them

HE SINGS LOVE ME NOW AND TRY AGAIN (because they are the best fucking songs)

I’m in love with him, whoops

Jungwoo:

Loves it

Happens all the fucking time

Big spoon

But when he’s sad or stressed/ anxious he is the baby spoon

Tells you lots of jokes

He likes to hear your laugh

Plays with your hair

He smiles at you a lot

You like his smile

FUCK I WANT TO CRY

You two have staring competitions

You always lose because he does some weird shit

Tells you stories from when he was a little kid

Also tells you funny stories of his members

It’s just a really comforting time

Mork, my favourite Fork:

Doesn’t happen much

Cause he’s also very busy

But when it does happen it’s normally on the weekends

And you’ll spend all day in bed together

Like Jungwoo, you guys are facing each other

Lots of hand holding

He sings for you

I think he’d get pretty sentimental

And open up to you

He’ll talk about Vancouver a lot

Tells you that he’s very happy he has you in his life

And that he’s very lucky and thankful to have you

He’ll read you some of his writing

You start to tear up and he starts laughing

Asking you why you’re crying while wiping your tears

Has a very loving smile on his face

Hyuck the Duck:

He enjoys cuddling

Normally happens when you’re on the couch

You guys are sitting side by side

Your head is on his shoulder

And his is on top of yours

He’ll definitely sing

Make a few jokes

You’re holding hands

Also playing footsies under the blanket

He likes to tickle you

You don’t like being tickled

Y’all end up nose to nose

He kisses your nose

And then sits up straight

And yall resume your previous positions

[h2bakugou]

Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

;cut for length;

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project. 

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together. 

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips. 

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words. 

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing. 

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking. 

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat. 

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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masterlist

[sirthisisa-wendys]

Homecoming Part 2: Empirical Evidence (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: you don’t really get along with Satoru (but when did you ever?) and that leads you to drawing two hypotheses. But only one with be tested tonight. 

word count: 2.1k

trigger warning: NSFW because *smut*! 

A/N: We’re back by popular demand with a part 2 of Homecoming! Thank you to @sandyscastle​ for requesting this! I hope you enjoy it :) (omg we literally just talked and I’m so sorry I forgot it was YOU WHO REQUESTED THIS! Please forgive my brain cell; she works overtime these days lol)

Inspired by “Together” by The xx

Soft lips dance along the outer edge of your earlobe, bringing you out of your dreams and into the sunlit room. “You don’t have to speak,” the man behind you whispers. “I know what you’re going to say.” A dragon-tattoo arm snakes around your waist and presses you closer to the body you’re nestled in, heat radiating off of its large figure. You groan, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep, but your personal - and very human - alarm clock won’t let you rest a second past your wake-up time. 

“Please,” you moan, rolling over into Suguru’s chest, hoping this show of affection would keep his incessant fingers roaming around your body and therefore, both of you in bed. But you were sorely mistaken. 

“Come on… we have a short day today. Then we can come back and take a long nap, just you and me.” Suguru presses a tender kiss to your forehead and sits up, his long hair shifting over his shoulder. You look up into his onyx eyes - briefly wondering why you spent so much time away from his gaze - and then lift up on your elbow, sighing. 

“Fine.” Suguru smiles and kisses your lips, pulling away before you can deepen it and get in a considerable amount of trouble. 

“That’s my girl.” 

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“Satoru, get me out of this tree right now.” 

The blindfolded sorcerer below you laughs childishly, hands on his stomach while you give him the evil eye, albeit, upside down. Was the evil eye even effective if you were upside down? 

“Y/n… you- your-'' You thank the heavens you wore pants and not the skirt you originally considered putting on, but it doesn't make you feel any less embarrassed. 

“Let me down right now or I’m going to scream,” you warn, but Nobara joins in on Gojo’s laughter, apparently more amused by your predicament. Either Gojo liked putting you into trees, or it just so happened that every time you went flying, a large tree was nearby to catch you. It was becoming an annoying habit that could have easily been avoided if--

“Is this part of training?” A voice grumbles over the exhalations of your peers, and you angle your head to look at Geto, who is striding closer to where you dangled precariously. Yuji and Fushiguro are behind him, trying their best not to explode into laughter themselves. But Suguru is not amused. 

“I didn’t do it!” Nobara quickly sobers up, putting her cursed tools away. “I-it was Gojo-sensei!” Gojo is rolling around in the grass and clutching his stomach, and you slide your eyes over to Suguru again. He catches your pleading gaze and shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Satoru,” he calls out over the man’s cackles, but Gojo refuses to acknowledge him at all, still wrapped up in a joke that only he understands and enjoys. “Satoru.” 

Before you can swivel your head, Suguru has Satoru with his hands behind his back, twisting his right arm painfully. 

“Okay, okay!” Satoru whines and you feel hands gently pulling you out of the branches and setting you on the ground. 

“There you go,” Yuji announces and you stand up, dusting yourself off. Wordlessly, you trudge past the trainees and back to the dorms, followed closely by Suguru and an apologizing Satoru, but you pay them no mind. It isn’t until you’re in the bathroom, picking out leaves and sticks from your hair, that Suguru speaks.

“Mind telling me what happened?” 

“Satoru always does this. He always embarrasses me when I’m trying to teach or guide, and I don’t know why.” 

“Y/n…” Geto begins but you cut him off with a withering stare. 

“You saw it - back when we were just grade twos - he’s always had it out for me, and I-- But that’s your best friend, so you’d side with h-” 

“Hey,” Suguru presses his hands against your shoulders, which are now shaking as you prepare to cry. “You can always talk to me about Satoru. He’s a prick, and I know that. We all know that.” He cups your face in his hands, and pulls you in close for a forehead kiss before swallowing you in a tight hug. “What would make you feel better right now?” 

“I don’t know…” you whisper into his chest, and he replies, 

“Can I run you a hot bath?” You nod, your forehead rubbing against his cotton tee, and he walks over to the claw-foot tub with you still in his arms. The awkward shuffle is ended when you reach the edge of the porcelain fixture, and he turns the knobs with ease, letting the water run freely. A kiss is planted on your cheek before he untangles himself from you and does what only he knows how to do - which is prepping the bathtub with epsom salts, bubbles, and tossing in a stashed-away bath bomb from your last trip to the mall. 

When it lands at the bottom of the tub with a thunk, you know it’s time for you to strip down and sink into the indigo colored water. The water is almost hot enough to be painful, but somehow, Suguru knows how to make everything just right. 

“Everything okay?” he asks, sitting on the side of the bathtub with ease, dipping a hand in to test the temperature. 

“It’s all perfect,” you whisper, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. 

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“Remember when they used to braid flowers into your hair?” you wonder, fingers deftly weaving a braid on the left side of his head to match the right braid already completed. You’re sitting on the couch, watching some mindless game show while Suguru sits between your legs on the floor. 

“I remember,” he murmurs, taking the finished braid and twirling the end around his fingers. “I also distinctly remember you being much too shy to actually do anything other than pick the little flowers.” You swat at his shoulder playfully, outraged that he would even mention your former shyness. 

“Okay, but can you blame me? You always looked like you were about to eat me alive before I really got to know you.” 

“Eat you alive?” Suguru turns his head and raises an eyebrow curiously. “Eat you out, more like…” he mutters, but it’s still loud enough for you to hear. 

“But you never did. And you never have,” you retort, wrapping the final tie around the left braid. “Besides, I don’t think you’re the kind of guy to even eat a girl out before you’ve--” 

“Before I’ve what?” Suguru asks, flipping over and caging you between his arms on the couch. You pause, unsure of how to reply with him hovering over you like a lion above it’s prey, but you find your voice a moment later.

“Before you… you know… get your rocks off.” 

“You’re wrong about that, y/n,” he whispers, sliding over and laying you across the length of the couch. “But I don’t know if my word would satisfy you.” 

“I’ll take empirical evidence over your word,” you answer, his hand smoothing across your face, which is illuminated by the demi-light of the television. 

“Say no more,” Suguru replies, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your ears block out the sound of the TV. Your eyes instantly close, and all you can feel are his lips and his hands roaming across your skin - just how you like it. Hands dance around the waistband of your leggings, tugging a little before drifting underneath and rolling them down your legs. A finger probes past your underwear, and you feel it seeking, feeling, searching for something more than you had currently. Suguru removes his hand and lifts your leg up, still holding you captive under his lips, and tugs your underwear off, casting them aside without care. 

When he breaks the kiss, you moan and his hands push both of your legs up and over his shoulders. It isn’t until he’s practically facing your core that you feel something warm and wet trailing down your thigh and straight there, making your hips jerk as his tongue makes instant contact. 

“Su…” Your nickname for him had stuck with you all of these years, and now you were finally using it the way you always wanted to. He hums in response but doesn’t stop eating you out, his tongue eagerly flicking to and fro like he needed a second dinner. Your hand lands on his braided head and he groans a little, quickening his flicks and drags across your flesh like a searing-hot iron. With ease, he slides a thick finger inside of you, curling it and moving his lips to suck on your clit, pulsing his sucks with the timing of his finger-thrusts. 

“M-more...” When you look down, his eyes are already focused on your panting expression, and you’re trying hard not to cum from just the sight alone. But Suguru wordlessly encourages you to cum by rolling your clit with his tongue, and you toss our head back, moaning loudly, which accompanies his obscene slurping sounds and hums of pleasure. Your orgasm isn’t too far from reach - you can literally feel him teasing it out of you bit by bit - and all it takes is one good stroke of his finger to make you tip over the edge and into oblivion. 

Words, shapes, numbers, thoughts, they all fade into the abyss with you as you lose yourself in the sensation of being absolutely unraveled. When you find your shape again, you curl your fingers back into fists and Suguru removes his face from your core and shucks off his pants and boxers. Before he can climb onto you, he whispers, 

“Do you want to do this?” 

“Yes, yes!” You grab at his shirt and pull him in closer, lips crashing against each other sloppily as you pull him back down. He strokes his cock one, two, three times, and lines himself up with your entrance, nudging the head against you slightly. Your mouth opens as he sinks into you and sheathes himself with a loud, drawn out groan. You whimper, holding onto the arms placed at your sides as he moves slowly, face hovering centimeters over yours. 

“Breathe for me.” He pulls out a little, and you let go of a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. He tucks a kiss between your jaw and earlobe, pushing back into with as much caution as he can muster while his arms are steady beneath him, But his strength is giving way to the absolute need he has to go faster, and you urge him on by clutching your fingers a little tighter onto his arms. 

“P-please, Su…” He responds by increasing his pace incrementally, and you let out a stifled moan, trying your best not to be too loud as he fucks you senseless. 

“I want to hear you,” Suguru huffs, now moving his hips in a timely and pleasurable pace. “You can be as loud as you want with me.” 

That’s all the permission you need. 

“Ah! Oh- my- gosh-” Each thrust is accented by the noises you utter, and you find yourself close to the brink yet again, feeling sensations you hadn’t felt in such a long time. 

“Let me hear you,” Su urges again, murmuring in your ear and holding you close to his chest. “ I missed hearing that beautiful voice of yours.” 

“Feels… so good.” You can barely catch your breath as the thrusts speed up even more, and you feel Suguru tense up a little. “Cum with me, Su,” you plead, and he grunts once, teeth grazing your earlobe. Your arousal sounds like squelches of pleasure while his hips pop against the soft flesh of your ass cheeks, drowning out the sounds of anything else in the room while he drills into you. 

“Almost there…” His voice is wavering, you notice, and it sounds like he’s closer than he wants to let on, but you wrap your arms around his neck and lean your head back. The arch in your back is supported by one of Suguru’s large hands and you choke out a moan as your legs shake violently underneath him, your orgasm right at it’s crest. “Ohhhhhh, shit…” 

In a show of perfect timing, Suguru comes with you, both of you filling the air with exhales of ecstasy. Both of your ejaculate mixes together in your core, filling it with a warm sensation as you come down from your high, holding each other while you catch your breath. 

“Are you going to change your little hypothesis, or will I have to show you more evidence?” Suguru finally asks, and you laugh gently. 

“I think I need a few more trials before I can amend my hypothesis.” He sits up a little, eyeing you mischievously through his lashes.

“Then, let’s get to it, Ms. Scientist.”

[briswriting]

『 the three times you kissed kuroo and the one time he kissed you 』

pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: angst, fluff warning: characters are 18 when there is underaged drinking wc: 3709

a/n: i’ve been planning to write a 3+1 trope and here it is hehe this is dedicated to my ibff @mikwrites because today is our 6 month friendiversay hehe iykyk! i love you so much mik babie mwah i am so so so glad that we are friends <3 also this is my longest fic oof it was lots of fun to write though!

Elementary school, fifth year; ten years old

The bright sun shining harsh rays of light down onto the opened field, shrieks of laughter drifting through the jungle made of deteriorating metal and plastic. A playground worn down year after year, used by smiling children, then years later used by their own smiling children.

The gleeful expressions shown when seeing a friend approach the park, the sound of cheers when someone was found during a game of hide and seek, and the sorrowful thoughts when it was time to leave the playground, head full of fantasies and dreams for when and what you’ll do the next time you visit this field of happiness once again.

This time you were at the playground alone, sitting on the faded seat of the swing, kicking your legs back and forth as the rusted chains softly creaked from the movement. Minutes felt like hours while you sat there waiting for your friends, Kuroo Tetsuro and Kenma Kozume. The former calling your house phone the night before telling you to meet him at the park, something about wanting to show you and Kenma a new volleyball move he learned.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice your two friends approaching the swing set you were currently situated at. The young bed headed boy sneaking up behind you, putting a finger up to his lips so the other young boy wouldn’t say anything, before jabbing his index fingers into your sides.

“Boo!” His small voice screams into your ear, a wide grin on his face from your shriek of surprise as you almost fall off the seat of the swing.

With a pout on your face, you jump off the swing and turn around to face the two boys. “Kuroo that was mean. Why didn’t you stop him Kenma?” you whine, arms crossed in front of your chest. The later shrugging, mumbling about how Kuroo probably would have made him do some volleyball moves with him if he said anything about their approach from behind you, also stating that he was only here because his parents told him to play outside for once.

It was hours later, the bright sun finally setting for the day, leaving a soft glow of light on the three kids still at the playground. Hours of watching Kuroo try to do volleyball moves he saw on tv, hours of talking about nonsense with your two best friends in the open field.

“Alright, Kenma, toss the ball as hard as you can. I swear I’ll receive it this time!” And with those words and a roll of his eyes, Kenma tosses the ball into the air and hits it towards Kuroo with all the strength he could muster.

As the ball flies towards the crouching raven haired boy, rather than receiving it with his forearms as he planned, the ball rebounds off the side of his face, startling the young boy and causing him to fall flat on his bottom.

“Omg Kuroo, are you alright?” You quickly rush off to the boy as he sits on the ground, still in a daze. Kneeling beside him to check for any injuries, the hit to his face could have caused.

“Woah, Kenma! I didn’t know you could toss that hard!” He grins, quickly standing up and brushing the dirt off his clothes. “And I’m fine, Y/N, it was a hard toss but wasn’t too hard to knock me out or anything.”

“Are you sure? Should we go to my house and get some ice?” You question, a bit worried that the hit to his face would cause swelling and bruising.

“Nah, it’s alright. If it bruises, I’ll just tell people I got into a fight or something! Imagine how cool people would think I am for getting into a fight with someone.” The expression on his face full of excitement at the thought of him telling people he got decked in the face because he got into a fistfight with someone.

“You should just kiss it better, Y/N. Maybe that’ll shut him up,” Kenma states sarcastically. His words don’t even process in your head as sarcastic, as it’s still full of worry.

From your place by his side, you reach up to plant a quick kiss to cheek that got hit by the volleyball, pulling back with a grin. “There, all better!”

Junior high, third year; fourteen years old

A comfortable silence surrounds you and Kuroo as the two of you sat in his bedroom, waiting for Kenma to come over with the new video game he recently purchased and was eager to show the two of you.

You were seated on the edge of his bed, Kuroo situated behind you as he tried his best to braid your hair. Looking in the mirror every once in a while, you caught glimpses of his concentrated face as he tugged on your hair to try and create the perfect braid.

“Have you had your first kiss yet, Y/N?” His question breaking the silence enveloping the two of you, catching you completely off guard as you look back into the mirror and make eye contact with him.

“I mean, if I did, I feel like I would have told you and Kenma every detail about it,” you laugh out, giggling at the disgusted face he makes due to your words. “Why do you ask?”

“Hmmm, just curious, I guess. Also, there, I finished the perfect braid!” He exclaims, a proud grin on his face as you turn your head to check out the braid in the mirror.

“Kuroo, this braid is terrible!” You cry out, laughter falling from your lips as you examine the braid with pieces of hair sticking out and a large strand of hair not intertwined with the rest of the braid.

“I know its terrible! Braiding is hard; I don’t know how you do it.” With a loud sigh, he dramatically throws himself backward, flopping down on his bed, back to the mattress as he stares up at the ceiling.

Taking your hair out of the braid, mumbling as you work out the tangles with your fingers, you lay yourself down next to him, accompanying him in staring at the blank ceiling of his bedroom. His previous question still floating around in your mind, had he had his yet and was trying to find a way to tell you? “Hey Kuroo, have you had your first kiss yet?”

“Not yet, but almost all the guys at school have already. We’re about to go into high school, and I haven’t even kissed someone yet,” he sighs again, closing his eyes to try and get rid of the thought of not having kissed anyone yet, his braining thinking it was something to be embarrassed of.

From his body language, you knew he was thinking about how embarrassing it was to not have his first kiss yet. Shifting to your side, you focus your gaze onto his face rather than his ceiling. “Hey, it’s not embarrassing to not have kissed anyone yet! I mean, we’re still young, and don’t you want your first kiss to be with someone you care about, and not just some lame kiss to get it done and over with?”

“I guess that makes sense. I don’t know I was just thinking.”

“What you thinking for the first time in your life?” You playfully tease, prodding his side with your finger, a playful and mundane action between the two of you. “Did you bring it up because you want me to be your first kiss?”

Your question causing him to open his eyes quickly, shock evident on his face as he shifted his gaze to look at you. The shit eating grin on your face letting him know that you were just teasing him and his thoughts.

“Don’t say things like that, gonna get my hopes up,” he teases back, a grin on his own face as he shifts to his side, the two of you now facing face to face with each other. “But all jokes aside, if you hypothetically wanted to be each other’s first kiss I wouldn’t be op-”

And with that, you interrupt his words by closing the gap between the two of you, placing a quick peck to his lips before pulling away with a grin, the same kind of grin you made when you had first kissed him on the cheek all those years ago.

A blush evident on both your faces, Kuroo a stammering mess, still trying to process what just happened. The door to his bedroom flying open, causing the two of you to jump apart from your close proximity.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late, but I have the game! Wait, did something happen? What did I miss? Why does Kuroo look like that?”

High school, third year; eighteen years old

The sound of blasting music and loud chatter filled your ears as Kuroo opened the door to the house of a graduation party the two of you were invited to. Graduation. It was a couple more weeks away, but once it arrived, you would go your separate ways from your friends, Kenma still having another year in high school and Kuroo going to a different university than you.

Although the three of you wouldn’t be too far away from each other, you were all staring different stages of your lives without each other. You were no longer going to have them right across the street from you when you needed comfort; the next step in life was going to be different. Different from the last ten years that the three of you had spent together, side by side.

“Hey, I’m gonna go grab us some drinks. Go find Yaku and Kai, yeah?” Kuroo shouted over the bustling noise of the party.

“Yeah, I’ll go look for them. I’ll text you where we’re at, but please nothing too strong, Kuroo! We have to walk back home,” you warn him as he starts to leave your side.

“Yes ma’am,” he teases, giving you a playful salute then walking away, towards the kitchen where the drinks were located.

After a quick glance around the house, you heard Kai and Yaku’s familiar shouts coming from the backyard. Peaking your head out the sliding door, you were relieved to finally find your friends, occupied by a game of beer pong with a couple of people you had recognized from school.

“Hey Y/N, you made it! Where’s Kuroo at?” Yaku greets you, pulling you into a hug before taking his turn at tossing the ping pong ball, it lands with a soft splash into the last cup on the opposing team’s side — his and Kai’s shouts of victory ringing in your ears as they high five.

Before you can answer Yaku’s question, you feel a familiar poke to your side, quickly turning around to see Kuroo behind you with two cups.

“You were supposed to text me where you guys were at Y/N. Made me go searching for you guys myself,” he fake pouts at you, handing you your cup before greeting everyone that was outside.

Taking a sip of the drink, he handed you, you were surprised to find that the drink had no taste of alcohol. “Hey, what’s with the surprised face? You said not to make it too strong, and you make it look like I don’t know how to make a drink or something,” he teases, nudging you with his elbow as he stands next to you.

“Oh right, sorry, I forgot you were a professional barista,” you joke with a roll of your eyes and a grin on your face before taking another sip of the drink he had made.

After a few more rounds of watching people play beer pong, socializing with your classmates, and a few more drinks that Kuroo had made you, you suddenly find yourself getting dragged into a game you didn’t want to play.

“Come on, Y/N, it’ll be fun,” Kuroo frowns, tugging at your hand to try and pull you down into the empty spot next to him, an empty spot of a large circle, with an empty beer bottle in the middle.

“We’re seriously going to play spin the bottle? Aren’t we about to graduate high school, this game is childish. Can’t I just watch or something,” you whine, keeping your feet planted outside the circle.

Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through your veins, or perhaps it was the hidden feelings you held for your best friend all these years, but it only took Kuroo flashing you a pair of puppy dog eyes and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand to finally comply and take a seat next to him.

“Alright guys, let’s get this game going. Remember, you have to take a shot if you don’t kiss the person the bottle lands on,” he grins, shouts of approval from everyone else following his words.

Spin after spin of the empty bottle, it never appearing to land on you much to your satisfaction, you watched as multiple people exchanged kisses, kisses ranging from quick pecks to full on make outs.

Your heart clenching every time the bottle landed on Kuroo as you sat there watching the person you liked kiss someone else, someone who wasn’t you. The grin on his face whenever his lips detached from someone else’s, causing you to regret even coming to the party. If you stayed home, you wouldn’t have witnessed all these heartbreaking kisses.

It was hard to avert your eyes from him when he had to kiss someone, hard not to imagine the girl in his lap being you instead of them. And maybe it was a mixture of jealousy and the alcohol you kept drinking, but you were silently hoping that when it was your turn, the bottle would land on Kuroo so that you’d be able to stake your claim on his lips.

And to your surprise, when it was your turn, the bottle spinning in countless circles, it slowly came to a stop, pointing to the person next to you, the person you had wanted the bottle to land on. But now that the bottle had landed on him, you were nervous, nervous of what could come after the kiss. What if this kiss ruined everything between the two of you? What if he liked kissing the other girls better than you? What if by some miracle this kiss caused him to find out about your feelings and he didn’t want anything to do with you again?

After a couple moments of you not averting your gaze from the bottle, Kuroo broke the silence. “You don’t have to kiss me, Y/N. Just take the shot instead.” His gaze meeting yours when you turn your head to look at him.

With those words, your heart broke. He didn’t want you to kiss him, your buzzed mind believing that his words clearly meant that he’d rather have you take a shot than have your lips on his. Unbeknownst to you, Kuroo had said those words because he thought you didn’t want to kiss him, thought that you didn’t share the same feeling for him that he had for you.

Quickly you finished the small amount of liquid courage left in your cup, needing an extra boost of bravery for what you were about to do next. Cupping his face in your hands, you swing a leg over him, straddling his lap before you press your lips to his in a hasty kiss, the taste of alcohol on his lips, your hands moving to tangle themselves in his hair and his own hands place themselves on your hips as the two of you indulge in each other’s touch for just a moment.

As you pull away breathlessly, Kuroo gives you a grin, a grin that in your mind looks eerily similar to the ones he had been giving to other girls he kissed during this stupid kissing game. A grin stating that this kiss was nothing more than a meaningless make out to him, just like all the other meaningless kisses he gave away earlier that night.

To everyone else witnessing the aftermath of this kiss, it was obvious that Kuroo’s grin was a smile of love and adoration towards you. Still, the two of you were too blind and oblivious to the mutual feelings the two of you had for each other as you quietly situated yourself next to him again, acting like what just happened did not occur at all. Heartbreak evident on both of your faces as you both pretended not to be affected by the heartwrenching kiss you had exchanged just moments before.

University, second year; twenty years old

You were back at the same playground, the playground that brought back years and years of happy memories with your best friends. The situation seeming like deja vu from elementary school all those years ago, you sitting on the swing set that got older and rustier with years of ware as you waited for Kuroo and Kenma to show up, not having seen them in person for a while.

And just like in elementary school, you felt a pair of fingers jab into your side, causing you to jump off the swing and quickly turn around to face the messy haired boy. A large grin evident on both of your faces as you let out a screech, instantly launching yourself into his arms. Arms of familiarity and warmth, arms of comfort when you needed consoling, the arms of the boy you have been in love with for years.

“I missed you so much, Kuroo,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tighter around him, still not believing that you were finally seeing each other in person after such a long time.

“Y/N, we text and video call like every day,” he chuckles, but even with his teasing words, you can feel him wrap his arms tighter around you as well. “Also Kenma said he won’t be able to make it tonight, something about his parents pestering him about wanting to know everything his first year of university. But he said we could come over tomorrow.”

“That’s fine, guess tonight will be just the two of us.” Looking up, you catch a glimpse of Kuroo’s smiling face, sending him your own grin before finally pulling away from his embrace.

“Oh, I actually brought this,” he grins, picking up the volleyball by his feet that you hadn’t noticed until now. “Thought we could toss it around like old times.”

And with those words, you followed behind him as you walked to your spot, the spot in the open field where the three of you shared secrets, laughter, and tears. The field that brought back years of loving memories with your two best friends, a field of happiness.

As the two of you approached your spot, Kuroo quickly spin around to look at you. “Hey Y/N, think fast,” he shouts before quickly tossing the ball in your direction before running away.

Used Kuroo’s antics after all the years of friendship, you easily catch the ball before grinning at his retreating form. Letting out a huff, you quicken your pace to catch up to him, knowing he was running slow in order for you to catch him. And as you approach from behind him, you drop the ball and jump onto his back, catching him off guard as the two of you tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter.

Large smiles on both of your faces, the two of you lying in the grass side by side, trying to catch your breaths from all the laughter you shared together. Side by side, like how it used to be before the two of you went different ways.

A comfortable silence encompassed the two of you as you laid there next to each other. “Did you umm happen to read what was on the ball?” Kuroo’s question breaking the silence.

Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, you turned to him before asking, “There’s something written on the ball?” He slowly nods his head at your question, and you can tell that he’s nervous.

Sitting up from your spot, you reach over to grab the ball on the other side of you, noticing that there is indeed something written on it. Your eyes widening and mouth slightly agape at the words scrawled on it in Kuroo’s messy handwriting. I love you.

Your mind wandering, still trying to process the three words written on the ball. “You should close your mouth, might catch some bugs with the way its hanging opened,” Kuroo whispers with a nudge to your shoulder with his, breaking you out of your trance.

“Y-you love me?” You squeak out, hands gently touching the written words before looking up at Kuroo besides you.

“Y/N L/N, I have always loved you. I was just too scared to say anything, but I finally thought that it’s better late than never, right? I hope you feel the same way; otherwise, this would be really awkward.”

“What would be awk-” And with that, Kuroo is leaning in, cutting off your words as he places his lips on yours in a loving kiss, reminding you of the time you cut him off and kissed him for the first time that one day in his childhood bedroom.

As you reciprocate his kiss, he slowly lays you back down on the ground, hovering over you as the two of you exchange a kiss full of longing and love. A kiss that revealed the mutual feelings the two of you had bottled up all these years.

Pulling away breathlessly, the two of you smiling at each other like love struck idiots, you whisper out your own confession to him. “I love you, Kuroo Tetsuro, always have and always will.”

And with your confession to each other, the two of you laid in your field of happiness as the sunset, hand in hand, exchanging sweet kisses here and there as the two of you caught up on all the missed years of loving each other.

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Interviewer | C. Evans

Summary: your a black interviewer and Chris couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

Pairing: Chris Evans x black reader

Warning: fluff smut

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission. Comments and reblogs welcome!

You could feel his eyes on you from across the room, burning hole into your skin. He was biting his lip as he looked over your figure. You were perfect. Your dark skin, glew under the soft lights of the room, making you look like an angel. Your long braids sat upon your shoulders, and your make up was so perfect, it didn't seem like you were wearing any. He has never seen a woman as beautiful as you, and god did he want you.

You smirked at Chris's actions before asking him a question. "So Chris, what could we expect from this movie?" Chris smiled at you, before answering the question. "It's, um, a really good movie. Um, lots of drama, and um mystery." He stumbled over most of his words.

You bite your lip, looking down at the paper in your lap.

Throughout the whole interview, Chris was giving you googly eyes. You had to shift every time he looked up and down your body. The interview soon ended and you weren't going to lie, you were pretty upset. You loved the way Chris was looking at you and you didn't want it to stop, but unfortunately it had to.

You got up from the chair and walked out of the room. Lots of others got up as well because It was time for a lunch break. You decided to stay because you weren't really hungry and you also had another interview with the rest of the cast later.

Your heels clicked against the floor as you walked down the hall. You heard the sound of shoes behind you, causing you to turn around. You saw Chris walking towards you. Your heart skipped a beat before you turned back around. Was he wanting to talk to you, or was he going his separate way. You prayed that he would call your name.

"Y/n!" You stopped, mouthing yes. You turned around, trying not to look too excited. "Hi, Chris." You smiled and walked towards him. Chris laughed softly when he saw your beautiful smile. "Hi," He stopped a few inches away from you, looking into your chocolate colored eyes. 

"Um can I talk to you somewhere." You could tell he was shy asking that question. "Sure." Chris eyes widened at your answer. "Okay, let's go find a place to talk." He placed his hand on your back, guiding you down the hall. His hand touching your back made your skin tingle.

He eventually found a printer room, where you two could talk. He opened the door for you and let you walk in first. It was just an excuse for him to look at your ass, and you knew.

You walked into the decent sized room, Chris following. You heard the door shut and you turned to Chris. "So, what do you wanna talk about?" You looked up into his blue eyes, which were now a darker blue. Chris walked up to you, pushing your braid out of your face. 

"Are you in a relationship, doll?" The nickname made you shiver slightly. You shook your head, looking between his eyes and lips. 

Chris rested his hand on your cheek, using his thumb to tilt your head up. "Can I kiss you?" Once again you nodded. Chris' lips were on yours in a split second. The kiss was passionate, but needy. Chris poked his tongue against your bottom lip asking for entrance. You opened your mouth Letting him in. Chris hand trailed down from your cheek, to your breast. He squeezed them through your shirt making you moan into the kiss.

 Chris pulled away, resting his forehead against his. "You know, we gotta be quiet and quick." He whispered, brushing his lips against yours. "Yeah. Do whatever you're going to do to me." Chris smiled before picking you. He walked up to the little table in the room, and sat you down on it. He lifted your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the table. He pushed your laced bra to the side, kissing down from your neck to your shoulder. You ran your long nails through his hair, pushing him closer. 

Chris reached behind you, undoing your bra. He pulled away from your shoulder just to watch your breast Fall out of it. He growled before latching His hungry mouth on your right nipple, using his hand to play with the other.

You moaned loudly, loving the feeling of his warm wet tongue on your nipple. Chris pulled away with a pop, looking up at you. You grabbed him by his neck, kissing him hard. Your hand went to his pants unbuckling his pants. Chris moaned and groaned into the kiss turning you on even more. He worked away at your pants, only pulling away so you can wiggle them off. Your pants dropped to the floor and so did Chris’s. 

Chris played with the waistband of your panties. You looked up at him, "take them off." Chris nodded and slipped them off after you lifted your hips. Chris throw your panties on the floor and looked down at your sex. He sucked in a breath at the sight. "Looks so fucking good." He kneeled down in between your legs, and licked up your pussy, you gasped at the contact.

"And you taste good as well." 

He buried his face in your pussy, eating you out. You moaned, shutting your eyes and enjoying the way his tongue flicked over your clit, and flattened, running over your pussy.

"Mm Chris Don't stop." You looked down at him eating you out. He was so into what he was doing. His tongue dipped into your cunt and he grunted. He looked up at you briefly before shutting his eyes again. You took your breast in your hand, squeezing them for extra pleasure. 

The burning sensation in your lower stomach grew every time Chris flicked his tongue over your clit. "Oh, Chris, you're going to make me cum." 

Your words only encouraged him to suck hard and flick his tongue faster. You put your hand on the table behind you and came. A squeal left your lips as your orgasm washed over you. You threw your head back, panting. Chris took his mouth off of your pussy and stood up. You sat up and kissed him.

Your taste coated his lips and tongue as you kissed him. You pulled away and looked down in between you both. You pushed your hand in his boxers taking a hold of his cock. Chris pulled his boxers down so you could stroke him. When your eyes caught sight of his red, veiny cock, you groaned. 

Chris watched you bite and lick your lips as you ran your finger over his base. "Like what you see baby girl?" You looked at him and nodded. "Very much." 

Chris placed his hand on your waist, pushing your chin up. "We need to hurry, because we only have 5 minutes left." The realization hit you that you still had a job to do.

You quickly scrambled off of the table, turning around. You leaned on the table and glanced back at Chris. "Alright fuck me." 

A laugh left Chris's mouth as he gripped your hips. You felt him push his tip against your entrance before pushing into you. You moaned softly, biting your lip. Chris thrusted into your velvety hole. A grunt left his lips from how tight you were. "So damn tight." 

You rolled your hips against his groaning. Chris picked up speed as he got used to you. He hit your g spot as he thrusted in. You groaned as he fucked you good. It has been a long time since you had sex, and felt amazing to have a nice huge dick in you. 

Chris' arm snaked around your body, and he used his thumb to rub your clit. Him thrusting into you and his fingers on your clit was enough to edge you closer. "Omg don't stop, I'm so fucking close." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, as you felt your pussy flutter.

Chris groaned loudly before he started talking to you. "Yeah, you're going to be a good girl and cum for me. Cum my cock sweetheart, show daddy how good you sound." 

After he said daddy, you came. You fell slack against the cool desk. Chris came, after a series of curse words. Your legs shook badly, you thought they would have given in if the desk wasn't there. 

You whimpered quietly when your high was over. Chris pulled out of you, pulling up his boxers and pants. When he got them all situated, he picked up your pants off the floor and your panties and placed them on the table. 

"You still there y/n?" You nodded slightly before turning around. "Yeah, I'm amazing." 

You could feel some of Chris cum dripping down your thighs as you slipped on your panties. Chris helped you put on the rest of your clothes because of how much you were shaking.

After you got everything back on, you looked up at Chris. "We should get out of here." Chris nodded. "Yeah, but um, do you want to go out for a drink later?" The same shyness filled his face."Yes of course."

You and Chris exchanged numbers really quickly before leaving the printer room. You walked back into the interviewing room, walking up to your crew. You had a hard time focusing on what they were talking about because you were thinking about the great fucking you just got.

You tried to push it to the side and pay attention, but as soon as Chris walked into the room winking at you, you knew the rest of your day was going to be hard.

[chilling-seavey]

Imagine Daniel being with the girls throughout the day and comes after a long of being with them to Flora, complaining how clingy & annoying they were

This one inspired me so fast omg. I loveee writing the imperfections of life - and parenthood - so this was fun! 🥰

Daniel cherished his one-on-one time with Florence, but he also knew the importance of quality time with his daughters too. Coming from a family of four children, one thing Daniel always loved was when one parent would take them out for a dinner either one-on-one or with all the kids for a little quality time so he made sure to keep that tradition going with his children. It also gave Florence a little time for herself since she was often at home with them most of the time.

Daniel had them out all day at the park and the shops and right through lunch and into the afternoon. He loved his girls more than anyone in the entire world but he was drop dead exhausted by the time they got home for dinner. Florence had everything ready to eat by the time they got home and she knew they got home by the sudden increase in noise that entered the apartment.

“Shoes off. Hands washed.” Daniel called to the three of them.

They all huddled in the powder room to wash their hands all at once in a rush and Daniel barely had a second to kiss his wife with a tired kiss before the three girls were making a mad dash to their mother.

They all tried to talk over each other to tell her about their day, how they rode on the subway the whole track and back and how they played in the park and everything in between, all while finding their seats for dinner. Daniel just rubbed his temples with his fingertips at the head of the table and stayed quiet.

“Sounds like you had lots of fun.” Florence said as she placed the last plate on the table and sat down with her family.

The girls kept rambling on until Florence had to silence them down to say grace.

Lucy slapped her hands together and shouted loudly, “Iminame of father and son and holy spi-”

“Hey, hey. Shh.” Florence nudged the six-year-old lightly, “Don’t need to scream. I’m sure God can hear you just fine with your indoor voice.”

Clementine and Penelope giggled from across the table.

They said their prayers quietly together and then began to eat. Florence knew her husband well and his lingering silence didn’t need much of an explanation as to what was wrong. So she kept the dinner time chatter to a minimum and made sure the girls cleared their plates when they finished and sent them to the living room to play.

Daniel helped to clean up flatly but Florence grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. She slid her hands up his biceps and gave them a little squeeze, “Go shower and lay down, okay? I got them.”

Daniel nodded and kissed the corner of her mouth before shuffling off down the hallway.

When the kitchen was cleared and the girls were bathed and tucked in their pyjamas, Florence ushered them into the master bedroom to say goodnight. She told them that Daddy isn’t feeling well so let’s be nice and quiet and say thank you for a fun day and then get right to bed as they headed inside.

Daniel was sitting up in bed on his laptop and the girls hurried over with their matching little wet braids and fresh pyjamas and climbed up on the bed to hug him and kiss him goodnight. With quiet ‘thank you’s and ‘I love you’s shared, Florence took the girls back out to bed.

When she returned, Daniel had shut his laptop off and was just staring into space blankly. Florence giggled lightly at the melancholy of her husband and closed the door behind her and climbed onto the bed with him.

“What happened today, baby?” she asked softly, petting a hand through his hair gently.

“You know I love them?” Daniel lolled his head to the side to look at her.

“Of course.”

“You know I’d take a bullet for them any day?”

“Yes.”

“God, Flora…” Daniel closed his eyes with a sigh, “They’re so damn annoying sometimes.”

Florence bit back her smile and she rested her head against his, “Tell me all about it.”

“Lucy wouldn’t leave my side for five seconds. There was a whole argument about who was going to sit beside me that we ended up rotating the seating arrangement three times throughout lunch.”

“They love you.” Florence laughed lightly, massaging her fingers through the back of his hair.

“And they don’t…stop…talking. Ever. Literally ever.” Daniel added. “Even Penelope was yammering on about something all day and…”

He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes as if simply remembering it gave him another headache.

“They’re so fucking loud. Especially Lucy…she yells more than she talks and she sings literally everywhere. If I put a hat at her feet someone would have tossed a dollar in.” Daniel draped his arm around his wife’s body tiredly, “And her singing sent Penelope into a meltdown on the subway so then I had to console one kid and try to get Clementine to stop scolding Lucy for it…fuck.”

“You’re a good dad.” Florence whispered, scratching her fingers through his hair at the nape of his neck, her eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as they leaned towards each other.

“I caved and bought them ice cream so they were all cracked out on sugar and just hanging off of me and they insisted I play at the park with them so I couldn’t even sit for five fucking seconds…should have just left them there.”

“Oh gosh.” Florence laughed lightly as he rolled over to flop on top of her with a groan. “Well I’m glad you didn’t leave them at the park.”

“Please…no more babies.”

“I know.” Florence assured him with a laugh. “We already agreed on that.”

“Just reminding you.” Daniel mumbled, nuzzling into her chest. “I will not be able to handle any more.”

“There was once a time you said you wanted fifteen babies.”

“That’s when I was young.”

“You’re only thirty-one.” Florence giggled as she rubbed his back soothingly. “You’re still young, Daniel James. We are still young.”

“I feel old.” Daniel raised his head from her chest to pout up at her, “When do my girls make me this cranky? Huh?”

“Just an off day. They drive me up the walls too sometimes.”

“And you’re home with them so much more.” Daniel breathed, shuffling up her body as his arms wrapped right around her and he rested between her bent legs. His flushed emotional face had her taking his cheeks in her hands. “I dunno how you do it.”

Florence only chuckled and leaned down to kiss him once, “You know that I snap at them myself sometimes too. We aren’t perfect.”

“Mm,” Daniel stared at her, eyeing her lips as he licked his own, “well you’re pretty damn close to it.”

“I’m not clingy and annoying like your daughters?” Florence tisked playfully.

Daniel shook his head and leaned up to kiss her a few times, letting his lips linger on hers with each kiss. Her hands drew twirling shapes over his back and into his hair as he pulled away from her.

He stared at her in thought for a moment before admitting ever so quietly, “I’m the clingy one.”

[sour--disposition]

Omg omg 1&10 plzzzz xx

“Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?” and “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

“This is nice”, you sighed, relaxing back against Harry’s chest in the hot water of the bath, letting your eyes slip shut. Harry let out a soft hum behind you, one that you felt reverberate through his chest.

“Thanks for being so patient while we’ve been trying to get on top of recordings and stuff”, Harry muttered. His arms shifted slightly as he moved his hand, gently stroking the skin over your ribcage.

“I’m never gonna complain about you doing your job and what you love, babe”, you told him. “I love to spend time with you, you know that. But it’s also nice to see you doing what you love to do, it makes me happy”, you said with a soft smile.

“You soppy bastard”, Harry snorted from behind you, causing a soft ripple to run through the water.

“Oh, fuck off”, you murmured, reaching out blindly to swat his shoulder that peaked just above the waterline.

You and Harry stayed in the water until it began to cool down. “If we don’t get out, we might freeze”, you told him, running your hand through the lukewarm water.

“No we won’t, stay still”, Harry muttered, eyes still shut and arms still holding you close.

“You have goosebumps, Harry. Get out, I don’t want either of us catching a cold”, you instructed, unwinding yourself from the cocoon that Harry had formed himself into around you.

You wrapped yourself in one of the large fluffy towels that you’d brought into the bathroom and flapped the other one out for Harry. You wrapped it around his waist once he stood on the bathmat, using it to pull him towards you. You reached up on your tiptoes to kiss him before pulling away to wrap him in the towel.

You reached down to pull the plug out of the bath, following Harry into the bedroom once you had. You leaned against the doorframe, admiring the way the muscles in Harry’s shifted under his skin as he dried himself off. “I can feel you staring at me”, he said, looking at you over his shoulder with a cheeky grin.

“I like looking at pretty things”, you told him simply, pushing off the wall to get yourself dried off. Once you’d dried your body off, you wandered over to Harry’s closet, picking the softest looking Sidemen Clothing shirt you could find off of its hanger, and pulled it over your head.

“Is that my shirt?”, Harry asked when you emerged.

“You mean our shirt?”, you said with faux innocence, biting your lip cheekily. Harry just rolled his eyes at you, smiling as he walked over to the dresser to pick up your hair brush.

“Sit”, he instructed, pointing at the bed with the brush. Harry always did this after you’d had a bath together. He’d sit and work the hairbrush through your hair carefully, making sure not to hurt you as he untangled the knots.

You felt him twisting your hair around a few seconds after he’d put the brush down. “What are you doing?”, you asked, trying to look over your shoulder to see what he was doing.

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair”, Harry instructed. You caught a glimpse of him, though; three strands of your hair wrapped amongst his fingers and his tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration. It was adorable.

“And you call me a soppy bastard”, you laugh, turning back around and staying as still as you could. “Thank you”, you told him once he’d secured the braid with a bobble he’d found near the hairbrush. You turned around and half clambered into his lap, resting your arms on his shoulders.

“‘m not a soppy bastard”, he grumbled as he tucked some of the fly away hairs from around your face behind your ear.

“Yes you are”, you told him matter of factly, “And I love it”, you punctuated with a kiss. Harry’s arms looped around your waist, clasping at the bottom of your back.

“I love you”, he whispered, closing the gap between the two of you. The kiss was soft and sweet and just as lazy as the bath had made you and Harry. “Come get into bed with me?”, he asked. You nodded, manoeuvring yourself off of his lap, making your way to your side of the bed.

You pulled back the covers and got in whilst Harry turned off the lights in the room. He slid in next to you, immediately shifting himself to rest his head on your chest and tangle his legs with yours. “You’re like a baby koala”, you whispered into his hair.

“Fuck off”, he grunted, all the while pulling you closer. There wasn’t a part of Harry’s body that wasn’t touching yours, arms and legs wrapped around wherever they could reach and his head pillowed just below the ridge of your collarbone. He let out a gentle huff once he was comfy.

The room soon filled with the heavy breaths of Harry’s sleep, lulling you into your own sleep, wrapped up in the man that you loved.

[love101imagines]

This Love

(sinan | imagine)

request: Omg u should totally do the trope where the reader pretends to be dating the character and then they acc fall in love ? Maybe with Sinan or Osman? I think prompt 20 from the spring list is good for that

tags: @girl-looking-out-window @imtoolazytothinkofacoolname

prompt used: 20. Can you...please pretend to be my date?

“I need one of you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”

Five heads stared at you in disbelief. When no one replied to you, you rolled your eyes.

“You know Ali right? Tall, blonde hair, friends with Burak, once hit Kerem during basketball?”

“Yeah.” They all replied while you walked into school.

“Well he’s friends with my family and he has a crush on me. I keep turning him down but he doesn’t stop and he’s almost crossing the line to becoming a stalker.”

“Why don’t you tell him to fuck off?” Eda asked.

You sighed. “I already have, but he still insists that we should go out since we are both single. Besides, he isn’t that bad, we’ve both known since we were children. He’s just...”

“Horny?” Kerem said.

“An asshole.” Sinan added.

You turned left on a corner in a hall. “That’s why I need one of you to pretend to be my boyfriend. It’ll only be for like, a week, while I try to find out what girls have a crush on him and set them up. So?” You asked once you arrived at you class’ door.

Kerem smiled sadly at you. “I would but I don’t think I could manage spending time with him without pinching him in the face.”

You nodded. “You’re right, you’ll end up killing him. Osman?” You asked hopefully.

He ate one of his hazelnuts and gave you one. “I have a lot of things to do already. With the bussines I really don’t have time to date, sorry.”

“Shit.” You mumbled as you made your way over your desk, already knowing that Ali would sit down next to you once he arrived.

Işik seemed to have an idea as she spoke fast and happy. “Sinan can do it!”

She pushed him to sit down next to you while she sat down next to Eda. “What?” He said dumbfounded.

You looked at him with a raised brow. “Did you listen to anything I said?”

“I did. It’s completely ridiculous that in order to make a guy stop bothering you, you have to pretend to date someone else.”

“Well, I’ve tried everything else.” You let your head fall down to your desk. “I’m fucked.”

“No! Sinan can pretend to be your boyfriend.” Işik said again.

“No offense...” You started.

“But.” Sinan added annoyed.

“You hate romance. I’m doing you a favour.”

“You’re doing yourself a favour because deep down you know that it’s a shitty idea and you don’t want to do it either.”

You thought for a moment before seeing Ali talking with Mr. Kerif in the door. You had to do something quick before being stuck with him.

“Sinan.” You said pleading as he got comfortable on his desk to sleep. “Can you please...pretend to be my date?”

“I won’t do it.”

You shook his arm lightly. “Please. I’ll buy you lunch every day we fake it. You only have to act like you were my boyfriend but you won’t have to buy me gifts and that shit. We don’t even have to go to dates.”

He sighed while rubbing his eyes. You fixed a strand of hair that was falling against his forehead as he stared at you.

“Fine.”

Işik celebrated with Eda as Kerem and Osman started teasing him. You rolled your eyes at them and hushed them, trying not to make Sinan uncomfortable now that he had accepted to do it.

Day 1

It was the day after Sinan had agreed to fake being your boyfriend and you were talking with Işik and Osman when you saw far away Ali talk with Burak, stealing a glance to you a few times. Before he could try to talk to you, Sinan appeared wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Smooth.” Kerem said once he appeared with Eda.

“Thanks.” You said to him while Ali walked away from the two of you.

Day 2

“Here’s your lunch.” You said handing Sinan a döner kebab.

He sat down next to you in a school bench with the others. Işik was eyeing both of you suspiciously.

“You would make a cute couple, you know that?” She said and you chuckled while he rolled his eyes.

You noticed Ali and straightened your posture, your hand reaching for Sinan’s. “Showtime.”

“This is so dumb.” He said.

“Just deal with it for a few more days and it’ll be over.” Eda said.

You played with the paper where your food was wrapped and while the others keep talking about something else, you placed your head on Sinan’s shoulder. You felt him tense for a second but then he relaxed.

“Did you hear about the teacher who was fired for making out with the students? I heard he had to leave Istanbul.” You said.

“You mean the one who made out with Eda?” Kerem replied.

The girl hit him in the arm causing you to laugh. When you finished, you moved out of Sinan’s embrace and went to throw away your paper in the garbage. When you came back you expected Kerem or Işik taking your place in the bench but only Sinan’s bag was there, which he left on the ground once you came back. You sat down and continued talking with your friends with Sinan’s arm around your shoulder, only this time, you didn’t notice Ali had already left before.

Day 3

“(Y/N)!” Ali greeted you as you sat down on a chair in your music lesson. “I haven’t seen you lately, how are you?”

“Hey Ali. Sorry, I’ve been busy with homework.” You said taking out your notebook.

His friends were waiting for him in the room’s door, Burak eyeing Eda who was talking with Kerem in the row behind you. Osman was probably selling some homework and Işik was asking the teacher some question, Sinan nowhere to be seen.

“I heard that Yildiz has a crush on you. But, Hilal too. I think you would make a great couple.” You said grinning when he blushed at the mention of Hilal.

He scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe, but I still wanted to ask you...”

A loud noise made you and the other students look at where it had come from. Sinan had dropped his bag, rather loudly, on the chair next to you before sitting.

Ali seemed surprised. “So, it’s true that you two...”

“Are dating? Yes.” You answered holding Sinan’s hand and interlocking your fingers.

“Two weeks now.” He added. “You should try to flirt with someone who’s available.”

When Ali left, you stopped holding his hand. “That was rude.”

He shrugged. “I thought you wanted it to be realistic.”

You rolled your eyes, your hand cold instead of the warmth you felt with him.

Day 4

“You’re late.” He pointed out.

You sat down next to him and started to braid your disheveled hair. Sinan grabbed your bag and started taking out your books and pencils to help you, something which made your heart flutter.

“I didn’t hear my alarm. Did you have breakfast?” You asked seeing the flask he usually had was nowhere to be seen.

“We didn’t see much.” He said passing you his notes, which was unusual.

You smiled at him. “Thanks. You didn’t answer my question.”

You started writing down what was on his notebooks while he shrugged. “I had some tea.”

You furrowed your brows. Once class finished, you grabbed your wallet and his arm and made your way to the school’s gates with him behind you.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t have breakfast either. Let’s skip class and eat. I can pay you.” You offered as you made your way outside school.

You let go of his arm, even though you didn’t really want to, but still kept close to him, your shoulders touching even if you were smaller than him.

“You don’t have to pay for me anymore.” He argued.

“I invited you.” You said as you ordered two börek and passed him one. “So good.” You mumbled munching on one as he smiled softly.

You two stood like that for a while having breakfast watching people walk past.

“I understand now why you are faking with Ali. I wouldn’t do the same, but you don’t want to hurt his feelings.” He said after thinking it carefully.

You nodded. “Yes, but thank you for all of this. I know you didn’t want to and Işik pretty much forced you. But it’s been nice spending time with you.” You said smiling at him.

You made your way to school, his arm wrapped around your waist and you talking about what you had done the day before without noticing the look he was giving you.

Day 5

“Ali! I already told you. I’m dating Sinan.” You basically yelled at the boy in the school yard, a few people glancing your way until you both gave them a nasty look.

“I can’t believe you are dating that freak. He burnt down the school theatre last year.” Ali said like you were a child.

You rolled your eyes. “It wasn’t the whole theatre. Besides, I like him. A lot.” You said honestly, surprising Ali with your answer and yourself too.

You realized that you had to end it when the line between fake and real got blurry, so you had to go and speak to Sinan right now.

You sighed. “Look, Ali, we’ve known each other since we were five. And I don’t think we would...”

He interrupted you by grabbing you forcefully by your neck and kissing. You furrowed your brows and immediately pushed him off of you.

“What the hell?” You said in disbelief.

You were about to give him a rant about consent and him being crazy when a shout made you two look away.

“What are you doing?” Sinan said coming between the two of you.

Before Ali could answer, Sinan had already thrown a punch on his nose, starting a fight between both of them. You stood there speechless until you heard more students come to watch the fight and you came back to your senses. You grabbed Sinan and held him back with the help of Kerem who had also arrived and Burak helped Ali to his feet.

“What is going on?” Miss Ayse asked as Sinan held onto you for support.

“He’s an asshole.” Kerem replied but you only watched Sinan’s face covered in a few bruises and blood coming out of a cut on his brow he had probably done when Ali threw him to the ground.

That’s how you ended in the infirmary with Sinan siting on a stretcher and you cleaning his cuts standing between his legs.

“You didn’t have to punch him, look at you. I had it under control.” You said grabbing an alcohol pad.

He winced slightly. “He just grabbed you all of a sudden and you seemed so...”

“Weak?” You scoffed.

“Uncomfortable. And I got jealous. I thought that maybe you would end up liking him more than me.”

You placed a bandaid on the cut on his brow and gently caressed his cheek. “Why would I like him more than you?”

He leaned into your touch and shuggred.

“I don’t like him...I like you. If I didn’t, would I be here patching you up?” You said smiling softly with a small blush.

He looked up at you while you avoid his gaze and looked out of the window.

“Then I guess we weren’t faking it after all.”

You laughed before holding his hand and sitting down next to him.

“I guess not.”

[author-morgan]

The reader being jealous yes pleaseee☺️

Here you are nonny, hope you don’t mind that I took things to the more lemony side. [also I assumed this one was tied to the ask “Omg plz write more about alexios”]

Alexios x fem!Reader

THE LAST TIME Aristophanes hosted a symposium, it ended in disaster —for you at least. One of the playwrights spilled wine all over your favorite dress and the courtesans refused to let Alexios be even after they’d seen him enter the party with you on his arm. You left the party upset and perhaps even mildly jealous. Tonight though, you’d take your own portion of sweet vengeance. 

It’s a scarlet peplos with an untraditional neckline that dips down past your sternum and has golden chains to hold the sides together at your hips that you know will add fuel to the ongoing war of teasing you and Alexios have declared on one another. He steps into the room and swallows hard when he sees the dress. “You’re wearing that tonight?” Alexios asks, voice suddenly parched. 

“I am,” you remark turning away from the looking glass, tossing two braided ropes of hair over your shoulder. “Do you like it?” The question is innocent enough, but the intentions behind it less so. He’s always been touchy and with an ensemble this revealing you know it will be a struggle for him.  

His bottom lip is between his teeth as he takes in the divine sight before him. “Yeah,” Alexios rasps, rubbing the back of his neck and diverting his gaze to the bare stone wall, “that’s the problem.” Your lips kink as you pass him, motioning for him to follow along —it was rude to show up late after all. 

Sokrates and Euripides are quick to draw Alexios into a conversation and Alkibiades takes to you. You’ve known Allie since the two of you were children, always getting into trouble and creating more headaches for Perikles. Alkibiades can tell by the look that you’re up to something. 

“You look ravishing tonight,” he remarks with a teasing simper, eyes quickly darting down the length of your body. He’d entertained the thought of seducing you in the past, but he couldn’t —you’ve been a sister to him for so many years. “Is this because of what Damalia did at the last gathering?” He questions, one eyebrow raised. 

“Am I that predictable?” You query in return. Allie laughs, handing you a cup of wine. 

“Xanthippe mentioned she wanted to speak with you–” he takes a long drag from his own cup of wine and watches as your eyes flit over to Alexios “–don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the competition, myself included.” You roll your eyes and give Allie a nod of thanks before joining Sokrates' wife in a private room off the courtyard. 

Taking your leave of the gossiping ladies after some time, you spot Alexios lounging in a corner —tired of the conversation. You take a seat next to him on a floor cushion, swinging your legs across his lap deciding this is a good time to push the bounds of his patience. He knows the glint in your eyes all too well. Ignoring the look of warning, you lay a hand on his thigh, unwittingly rubbing circles over the taut muscle with your thumb. Your hand slides up his thigh a little more and a budding hint of satisfaction grows when he shifts, spreading his legs a fraction wider. “Behave,” Alexios hisses, gripping onto your wrist before your hand can move any farther. 

Leaning in, you press your lips against the juncture of his jaw and ear. “Why don’t you make me?” You challenge, kissing his jaw. 

His grip on your wrist tightens and his other hand moves to rest on your lower back. “Don’t tempt me, love,” Alexios responds his own gaze darkening. Taking a chance, you kiss him —knowing no one in the room would be paying attention to the two of you, tucked in a dim corner. You bite down on his bottom lip and devour the rough groan torn from his throat. You pull back with a smile —you’ve won this round. 

Alexios grips onto your hand, practically dragging you out of the villa. He has you thrown over his shoulder by the time you reach your small home in Athens and a trice after that, he’s has you bare before him —the scarlet dress puddled around your ankles. Alexios surges forward, and takes your lips between his teeth, rolling his tongue over your bottom lip and then sucking. His hands slide down your back, cupping your bum for a moment before he hoists you into the air close to him until you’re sitting on his forearms with your legs nowhere to go but around his waist. Your hands bury themselves in his soft hair out of instinct. 

You barely register it when your back hits the softness of a pile of pillows and Alexios settles himself on top of you. When you reach for the pin holding his exomis up, he swats your hand away and sits back on his haunches. He always takes a moment to marvel at the sight of your bare, splayed out beneath him, but then he doffs himself of the exomis and loincloth. A small, smug smirk tugs on the corner of his lips as he puts together the pieces of the charade you’d played all night. “You’re jealous,” he concludes. 

The observations turn your cheeks a bright shade of red. “Am not,” you refute, too quickly and harshly to be true. He traces his fingertips over a line from your neck to navel, rolling his eyes. “Okay, fine,” you breathe, fighting the urge to cross your arms and pout. “I was jealous.”

Alexios nuzzles your neck, and you can feel the smile on his lips when he kisses the spot where your pulse is racing before drawing back to look at you. “You’ve nothing to worry about,” he whispers —bringing one of your hands to his chest, “my heart is yours and only yours.” But then he slides your hand down his abdomen, past his navel, and gives a wicked smirk when he cups his semi-hard cock and balls with your hand. “And so is this.”

He devours the soft laugh that leaves your lips at the statement. Your laugh turns into a sharp gasp when two fingers slide into your heat, curling deep within you. Alexios’ face contorts and breath catches when you wrap your hand around him —stroking until his cock is hard and pulsing within your hand. He rips your hand away and dips his head down, dragging the scruff of his chin over your breast before drawing a pebbled nipple between his teeth. 

Your fingers push through his hair again, holding him against you as his fingers work you the way Hephaestus works hot steel. “Alexios, I need you,” you choke when he presses his thumb into your clit. The soft plea is a siren’s song to his ears. There’ll be many more opportunities for him to take his time, but right now you need him, badly. 

Alexios’ fingers slip from your heat and he positions the head of his cock at your dripping slit, tracing over it with excruciating slowness until you’re covered in each other’s slick. He rests a finger on top of your clit, and then in a fluid motion, he buries himself to the hilt as he presses on your bundle of nerves. He relishes the noise it draws from your throat and the furrow of your brows —eyes half-lidded. 

He braces his weight on his forearms and seeks your lips with his own. You stay unmoving for a while, your cunt fluttering around him until you see Alexios’ restraint is hanging by a thread. You grind your hips, a silent signal for him to move within you, and soon you’re a breathy, writhing mess beneath him as he thrusts —first slowly— until his movements increase in speed, a crescendo you can also feel in your body. 

“Lexi,” you cry, hands digging into his biceps. He doesn’t cease his movements when he latches onto your breast, roughly biting and sucking until you’re whimpering soft cries and pleas and praises. His other hand caresses the curve of your hip and bum. Alexios' head falls forward and he can see his cock sliding in-and-out of your warmth, again and again, breasts bouncing with each thrust. 

You open your legs wider, beckoning him deeper and feel yourself coming close to the edge of release, the coiling of energy deep within your core, and you reach down to guide his fingers to your clit. And when his fingers begin their familiar rhythm, his lips crash onto yours, urgent, and your walls clench around him, toes curling, and heels pressing into the pillows scattered around. Alexios groans into your mouth. He presses harder against your clit and swallows the hoarse moan that spills from your lips, his lips moving in tight strokes but his resolve begins to slip. 

Alexios throws his head back, the tendons in his neck straining as his whole body shudders. He lazily thrusts into you, then stills, dropping back down to his forearms, sliding his softening cock out of your warmth —sweaty chests pressed together. You kiss the corner of his lips before he rolls onto his back, chest heaving and wearing a wide grin. “Are we even yet?” He asks with breathy laughter. 

“Maybe,” you muse, propping your chin upon his chest, running your fingers over the dark smattering of his chest hair. Alexios’ hand slides down your back, giving your bum a rough squeeze followed by a soft swat. You laugh softly, pushing forward and placing a short kiss to the tip of his nose. Yours and Alexios’ games are fun but tiring after some time. “How about you make breakfast in the morning, and we’ll call it even?” You suggest. 

He nods, smile never fading, and settles his lips on yours to seal the deal. Breaking apart with a contented sigh, Alexios slips one of his arms under you and drags you closer to him. He turns his head, lips ghosting across your forehead —his thumb rubbing soft lines over your shoulder blade. It’s in these moments you really feel like the luckiest woman in all Hellas. 

[tagging my fellow Alexios lovers @nemo-my-name-forevermore @levikra @nonelleke and @wallsarecrumbling, if you want to be added to my tag list drog a message in my inbox!]

[your-highnessmarvel]

Mundane

Requested by @greatkingunderthemountain​: I have an RDJ one in my head where she is a nobody that He Meets on one of the marvels Sets...she is in in her mid 20’s and he likes her because she isn’t Hollywood 😊

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Warnings: none

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The weather was hot in Atlanta Georgia. Robert was feeling the slick of the heat slipping down his back, parching his mouth, and gathering across his forehead. It was beginning to wear him down; muscles tired, eyes drooping. He needed a cold damn water bottle. 

“Alright, that’s it,” he mumbled, getting up from his chair, where he’d been sitting and watching Chris Evans drag out a scene like only he could. “If no one’s going to offer a water bottle to a hot old man, I’m getting myself one.”

No one seemed to notice or even hear him. 

Robert huffed. “Wow, I’m invisible.”

His irritability and the heat combined served to make him even more moody. He was never a hard actor to have on set, but today, under this indescribable heat,he’d had enough. 

“This is basically inhuman,” he grumbled as he made his way across set, wiping sweat off his forehead. He was bee-lining for the actor’s lounge where he could perfectly picture the fridge full of glorious cold bottles. But when he walked in and found the fridge empty, panic began to settle in. Upon seeing the basket of ice usually filled with sodas as empty as the fridge, Robert’s mouth began to feel sticky. 

Deciding to take matters into his own hands, he scrambled out into the sun, across the set, and out onto the streets of Atlanta. Looking around like a lost man in the desert, Robert found a Deli around the corner. Water called to him and he broke into a run. Who cares if TMZ snapped a pic of him running with a wild look on his face? A man had to do what a man had to do. 

He all but burst into the Deli, the bell above ringing, announcing his presence. The clerk looked up, sweat on his brows, and frowned deeply. 

“Water,” Robert demanded, his voice cracking. He sounded like Tom Hanks in Castaway. 

The clerk pointed slowly to the back. “Help yourself, sir.”

Robert rushed, pushing aside a client that was standing in the chip row. Ignoring the small “Hey”, Robert ripped the door of the fridge open, savoring the cold on his palms, grabbed a bottle, and twist the cap open. Water dribbled and poured down his chin as he gulped, darkening his shirt, cooling his chest. 

Finishing that bottle in half a second, he grabbed another, and this time, he sighed and leaned against the cold fridge door to savor that bottle. He’d buy the whole damn inventory if he had to. 

“That ought to give you a belly ache.”

Robert frowned and turned, breathless from gulping on a whole bottle, and looked to see the woman standing before him. She stood with her hip jutted out, arms crossed over her chest. Her hair in a braid, sweaty strands curling beside her rosy cheeks. Something in Robert’s chest shifted. 

“Who are you?” he asked defiantly, sipping on his water. 

Her left brow rose. “I’m Y/N.” When he shrugged, she added, “And you bumped into me without saying sorry.”

He was expecting some form of reconnaissance. Some sort of, “Oh my God, you’re RDJ.” Or maybe something along the lines of, “Iron Man!” He’d also heard variations of, “Aren’t you famous?!”

But she looked at him with the air of a woman who’d been bumped into by a savagely parched man. And she looked at him like he was crazy. Well, he was covered in water and sweat, breathless, gulping on water like he was straight out of the desert. 

“I was thirsty,” he said, still evaluating her. She was pretty, but not in the breathtaking, heart-stopping, Hollywood glam sort of way. She had a round chin and a soft jaw, her face still adorning the roundness of youth, even if she was clearly in her mid-twenties. Her hair was simply drawn back into a braid, and the color was vibrant against the color of her skin. But the thing Robert kept getting drawn back to was her eyes; intense and grasping, he was unable to look away. 

“And I’m hungry for some Doritos, but you don’t see me pushing people like they’re trash.” Her lips pouted. 

Robert smiled, easing up against the fridge door. Oh, this was good. “I never said you were trash, darling.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m still waiting for an apology.”

“I’m sorry, princess,” he said, bowing, smirking. 

“It’s Y/N,” she corrected. 

“Y/N.” He tasted her name in his mouth. “I like it.”

Then she gave him a once over. “You look like a crazy asshole.”

“That’s because I am,” he laughed. Then he pointed to the chips. “And you should go with Miss Vickies. Way better. Crunchier chip. Fulfilling taste.”

Her frown turned into a raised brow. It softened her face, and the darling shape made Robert want to run his knuckles against her cheekbones. 

“I didn’t know I was in the presence of a chip expert,” she retorted. 

Robert laughed, shrugging. “I am a man of many trades.”

She looked between him and the chips, weighing her options. Then she sighed. “Miss Vickies, huh?”

And the innocent, purely mundane way that she bit her lip, hesitating between her preferred choice and his suggestion, made his stomach twist. A magnetism pulled at his insides, urging him to her. Fingers inching, itching, trembling. And suddenly, for the first time in a really long time, Robert Downey Junior was nervous in front of a woman. All thoughts of water evaporated from his mind. 

Clearing his throat, he said, “Well, usually I pick plain, but if you’re having a rowdy night, I’d go with the party pack of sour cream.”

She wrinkled her nose. “It’s just me and my cat.”

He saw his opportunity. “You live ‘round here?”

“Yeah, south a few blocks.”

He nodded, fiddling with his bottle. “I’m sure your boyfriend is going to like sour cream.”

She smiled, a slow, slick knowing smile. Not looking at him, she laughed. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” And before he could ask, she said, “Or a girlfriend.”

That was it, right? She was basically telling him to make his move? Oh man, RDJ the man had courted many women. He was a stallion in flirting, but with her, with this seemingly ordinary yet magnetic Y/N, he couldn’t seem to distinguish his right foot from his left. 

He cleared his throat again. Awkward. “I - uh - I’d like to participate in your chip tasting with you.”

Idiot. 

She turned on him a questioning look, smirking lingering on her mouth. “Chip tasting?”

He rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to ask you out.”

“I see.”

After a beat, he said, “Well?”

She smiled. “Bring your kind of chips, I’ll provide my own.”

He beamed from ear to ear. His heart swelled, a strange sort of heat spreading across his belly. “That’s - that’s amazing.” Then he took out his phone, offering his contact list so she could enter her contact information. “I’m off around seven.”

Handing him back his phone, Y/N smiled, still that knowing and slick smile. “Text me and I’ll tell you where the chip headquarters are.”

He laughed, but before he could ask her something else, to prolong his time with this strangely magnetic mundane girl, she was walking out. He followed after, but before he could catch up to her, the clerk yelled out for him. They both stopped, Y/N in the open door, Atlanta sun washing across her like the halo of an angel. 

“Are you going to pay for your water?” the clerk asked. 

Robert’s mouth hung open.

Then the clerk frowned, cocked his head. “Hey, aren’t you Robert Downey Junior?”

Before he could answer, RDJ looked back to where the girl was, to gauge her reaction, but she was already gone, the door swinging behind her.

[black-is-beautiful18]

Stone Cold-1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Black!OC

Warnings: lying

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"I don't know about this guys. She's not really my type." Steve mumbles hoping that his friends will see his discomfort. Bucky and Sam had somehow convinced him to join this dating app, and now he has a date with a woman named Delilah. She was a beautiful woman with brunette hair and brown eyes. She had a beautiful smile and she also had an interest in art like he did, but Steve couldn't shake the feeling thay something wasn't right.

Patting him on the back, Bucky chuckles." It's not like she a monster or something Stevie. Just give her a chance." He says plopping down on the couch next to Sam who pushes him before moving over. Rolling his eyes, Steve begins pacing." That's easy for you to say. You don't have to go on this stupid date."

"What's this I hear about a date?" Natasha asks smirking as she walks into the living room causing Steve to groan as Sam and Bucky explain what's going on." Aww. You should give her a chance." Natasha says smiling softly as Steve grabs his jacket." I may as well. I promised her that I'd take her to the art musem."

"Well go get her tiger." Nat teases bringing a small smile to Steve's face." Wish me luck." He mutters heading to the elevator.

"Have fun!"

"Good luck!"

"Don't lay it on her all at once!"

Steve chuckles shaking his head as he steps into the elevator waving to his three friends before the doors close allowing him to take a moment to compose himself. Tony was letting him take one of his cars, so he might as we'll take advantage of it.

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"Oh wow! I wonder how they got this." Delilah says in awe as she and Steve look at a portrait of Perseus beheading a sleeping Medusa." That must be Athena. Look at how it shows how she's instructing him to look into the shield, and look at Hermes' sandals!" She says excitedly causing Steve to smile sheepishly." I've never really heard the story." He says causing Delilah to gasp." Really?" He nods." Oh wow. Well long story short Perseus needs Medusa's head to save a woman named Andromeda from this sea monster. I can't exactly remember why the monster was going to eat her, but just know Perseus was the hero of the story." Steve chuckles and nods." Gotcha."

It turned out that Steve was enjoying this date far more than he thought he was. Delilah was a great conversationalist and she knew a lot about the art here which he found helpful at times. As they admired the different pieces of art Steve would often feel her eyes on him which he didn't mind. However, when it was time to leave he got very nervous. Delilah had suddenly become much more flirty and clingy.

"Um, s-so did you have a favorite part of museum you liked?" He would ask looking down at her as they would walk back to the car." I really enjoyed the Greek exhibit, but I enjoyed you even more." She says giving him a sultry look. Steve gulps and clears his throat." Why thank you. I enjoyed you too, but I should be honest. You're a lovely woman and you're beautiful, but I don't think I'd be interested in pursuing a relationship with you."

Immediately, Delilah's body demeanor changes. Her body tense and a frown on her face." W-what? I thought we were getting along so well. I even wore something special underneath just for you." She says pouting as she presses her body against his. Steve blushes and chuckles nervously as he backs up causing her to fall forward. She yelps as she falls to her knees causing Steve to wince.

"I'm so sorry. Let me help you." As Steve moves to help her up but jumps back as she lets out a scream." Get away from me! Don't touch me!" Delilah yells in a panic as she quickly moves away from him." I'm trying to help you!" "Somebody help me!" She cries out before letting out a sob. Putting his hands up, Steve backs away from her." I-im sorry. I gotta go." He says quickly before running like hell to the car. Once in the safety of the car he runs his fingers through his hair." What the hell just happened?!" He asks himself distraught.

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Steve grunts as he's shoved into a wall by a woman with red braids." Who are you?!" She glares up at him." Shut up! I'll ask the questions." She says firmly as two more women appear from the darkness. One with green braids and the other with blue braids." OMG! That's Captain America!" Euryale exclaims practically vibrating with energy." What?!" Her sisters demand looking at her.

Steve uses this distraction to break away from the woman before he takes off. He was going to leave, but he needed time to process what just happened. That's when the door was practically ripped off and he was dragged out of the car. He was then chased down in the parking garage. He has no idea how She was able to keep up with him. When she caught him she was anything but gentle.

"After him!" Stheno growls before taking off after him. Medusa and Euryale share a look coming to some nonverbal agreement before running after their sister both of them having sensed that something isn't right here. Why would Captain America hurt a woman?

Meanwhile, Stheno pounces on Steve sending both of them to the ground. With unbelievable speed she pins him down before raising her right hand exposing the bronze claws on her fingers. As she's about to bring her hand down to strike Steve she's suddenly pulled off of him." Stheno! No!" Medusa shouts as Euryale restrains her." What are you doing?!" Stheno demands angrily." You said this hunt was mine!" Medusa rolls her eyes at her older sister." Oh relax. This hunt may be a mistake."

Sitting up, Steve looks at them in a mix of surprise and confusion. These women, now that he got a proper look at them, were gorgeous." Who are you?" He asks cautiously as he stands not chancing letting his guard down. Euryale looks at him in awe as she lets go of her sister who looks angry and confused." We're sorry about that. We got a fake call." "A fake call?" Stheno demands as she stand dusting herself off." What in Hades name are you talking about?" She growls.

Medusa sighs." Oh dear sister. Did you take the time to smell him before you attacked?" Stheno looks between her sisters unsure, her confusion just growing." Um...no." "Exactly. If you did, you'd know that he's innocent. There's not a trace of lust on him. It was a false call." Stheno stalks over to Steve who backs up only for her to grab him by his shirt pulling him back to her.

"That's impossible." She mumbles before taking in his scent her grip and eyes softening." Oh my gods...it was a fake call." Stheno whispers in shock. She and her sister have spent years punishing those that would dare to hurt women in anyway. They've had fake calls before, but it had never gotten this far before." I'm so sorry. I had no idea." Stheno says as she quickly let's go of him.

"Um...it's Ok. Can someone tell me what's going on?" Steve asks completely lost. The gorgon sisters share a look and as Medusa goes to say something, the parking garage is suddenly stormed by SHIELD agents. Instinctively, the sisters get in fighting stances prepared to protect themselves, but Steve steps in." No! It's Ok! They're ok! They helped me!" Medusa looks at him surprised as an agent steps forward." Sorry Captain. We gotta take 'em in. These three have been on our radar for a long time."

Medusa and her sisters look at each other clearly annoyed and shocked that they'd been caught. They've been able to avoid SHIELD for years. Why all of a sudden would they get caught? The Fates could be so cruel sometimes.

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@stars8melanin @suz-123 @ch-llmonger @cosmicmelaninflower

[amusewithaview]

Certain Doom (DA Soulmate AU)

A/N: I am not even remotely sorry.

“So have you chosen a canon Inquisitor yet?”

Yes!  My first elf girl who romanced Cullen.

canon quiz?

“Whichever character you use to build the world state for your next game is the canon,” Lisbeth explained.  “Mine is an elf, too, and I romanced Cullen, too.  I’ll fight you for him, Ashley!”

u guys and your jocks i swear i only have the one playthrough and i’m romancing solas for the lols so idk my canon is unwritten undefined so we’ll see i guess?

We can share him, Liz.

Thunder rolled, rattling the windows and making Lisbeth jump.  “Oof!  It’s storming here so I might cut out,” she said apologetically.  “If that happens I’ll just restart the stream, no worries.”

Storming here too!  Ashley replied in the chat.

yeah same  Hayden agreed.  weird

“It’s not that weird.  Storms happen.  Speaking of, how should I upgrade Bethany, you guys?  Do I make her an ice mage, or...?”

One second, storm is picking up and I need to check my windows.

ICE ICE BABY

Back!  Is Force mage unlocked yet?  Been forever since I played DA2...

ICE ICE BABY!!!

OMG fine do ice or Hay will never let it go.

Let it gooooo, let it gooooo, can’t hold it back anymooooooore!

“Okay, ice it is,” Lizbeth said, smiling at her friends’ antics.

FUCK THAT WAS CLOSE SHIT SH

you ok Ash???

“Ash?”

o fuck ME

“Hay?” Lisbeth called, frowning at the chat log.  She waited a few seconds before calling their names again.  The number count on her stream hadn’t changed, so their systems were still logged on and watching her playthrough.  But... they weren’t answering.  The hairs on Lisbeth’s arms and the back of her neck stood on end all at once.  She shivered, looking to the windows where the constant flicker of lightning kept illuminating the driving rain.

It looked like the lightning was getting closer, maybe she should-

Her world dissolved into brilliant white.

Too late.

It took three blinks for Ashley to realize something was wrong.  That wasn’t her ceiling, this wasn’t her bed - what the hell?  She sat up and looked around.  To her left was a person, curled up with their back to her.  To her right, another person, curled up with their back to her.  She made out red hair to her left and dark brown to her right.  Ashley was the only conscious one, and while that remained true, she intended to find out as much as she could.

She stood up and dusted herself off, frowning when she realized that her clothes had been changed.  She’d been in pajamas, but now she wore a green coat over a simple gray tunic and pants.  There was a soft gray cloth wrapped loosely around her neck and when she felt behind her head she found a hood.  Hayden ran her fingers over her hair - wrapped in a complicated braid and significantly longer than she remembered it being - and froze when her fingers encountered delicate fleshy points.

Pointed ears.  Elf ears.  What?

“Oh.  Ow.”

Hayden turned and saw that the brunette was sitting up, one hand to her head.  Now that her hair had shifted, she could see that this person also had pointed ears.  “Hey...” Ashley said, awkwardly waving.

The brunette looked up, squinting and revealing large, luminous hazel eyes set in a delicately featured face that screamed Disney Princess™.  “Ashley?” she said, looking confused.  “You look...elfy.”

“Hayden?!”  Ashley dropped to her knees and immediately grabbed the smaller elf into a bear hug.  “Hate to break it to you, but you are also elfier than normal.  Wait, is there a normal amount of elfiness we should be shooting for?”

Hayden laughed and hugged her back.  “No clue.  Think that’s Lisbeth?”

They broke apart and turned to the last person, still unconscious on the ground.  “By process of elimination, probably?  But where are we, why are we elves, and what the hell happened?”

“Search me.”

There was a low groan from the third person, and then vicious grumbling in what Ashley recognized as German.  The body on the ground flopped over, revealing a thunderous expression made even more ominous by the thick brows overshadowing dark eyes that looked-

“Lisbeth?”

“Ja?  I mean, yes,” the redhead said, sitting up.  “What-?”

“It’s me, Ashley, and that’s Hayden.  I think...well, I think we might be in Dragon Age?  Somehow?”  She sat back on her heels and clenched her hands into fists on her thighs, trying not to freak out while she sorted her thoughts verbally.  “We’re all elves now?  And you look like that picture of your Inquisitor you showed me screenshots of, and Hayden looks like the Inquisitor she’s been streaming, so I-”

“You’re blonde, and very tall, and look sort of like a cat,” Lisbeth said bluntly.  “Actually, the eyes are kind of creepy in this light...”

“I think they look cool,” Hayden said, giving her an appraising look.

“Not important right now, guys!  We might be in Dragon Age!  Dragon Age!”

“Yes, but where?” Lisbeth asked.

“And when?” Hayden chimed in.

“Hell if I know, but we need to find out, fast.”

It took mere minutes for them to sort out what they could, because it wasn’t much.  They confirmed that yes, all of them had been morphed into their canon Inquisitors (only Inquisitor, in Hayden’s case), but with a few small changes.  Hayden’s hair was significantly darker, almost black in the dim light of the tunnel they’d found themselves in.  Lisbeth’s eyes were purple, which made her mutter about Mary Sues and bad fanfiction.  Ashley’s eyes had been green in her Inquisitor’s canon, but the switch to amber-gold didn’t bother her, since it added to the, as Lisbeth put it, ‘creepy cat’ aesthetic.

None of them had the vallaslin they remembered choosing.

They were all wearing what looked like a facsimile of the Inquisitor’s gear in the game’s opening, minus most of the armor.  Each of them identically outfited in green, gray, and brown.  They had no weapons, and only thirty copper coins between them.

“We’re fucked,” Lisbeth said.

“Don’t be so negative,” Hayden chided.

“We’re fucked!” Lisbeth repeated, this time in a faux-happy chirp.

“We’re Schroedinger’s Fucked,” Ashley said.  “Our state of fuckery is yet to be determined because we still don’t know where or when we are.  Lets follow the tunnel and see where it leads.”  She looked down the tunnel.  She could only make out another fifteen feet before it took a sharp turn out of sight.

“You going anytime soon?” Hayden asked.

She shifted on her feet.  “Yes, just-”

“Let’s go!”

Lisbeth and Ashley exchanged grim looks before following Hayden down the tunnel.  It took another ten minutes of walking before they saw signs of habitation.  There was an offshoot to their tunnel that led to a door.  Since the door had three obvious traps and probably at least twice as many ones they couldn’t see, they kept going.

Eventually, after several more nerve-wracking minutes, they emerged into a larger area, lit with torches.  There were a few people waiting outside of what looked like a house, built up against a curve in the cavern’s wall.  There was a sign by the door of the house, and the sight of it made Lisbeth grab both of her companions and yank them to a halt.

“We’re in Kirkwall!”

“Fuck,” Hayden sighed.  “I haven’t played this one yet.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been several years since I played this one,” Ashley muttered.

They both turned and raised their eyebrows at Lisbeth.

“I haven’t played it in two years!  I was in the prologue!”

“Do you remember what you chose?  Odds are, we’re in your worldstate...” Ashley pointed out.

“Um... I was playing a Rogue Hawke, male because-” she paused and smirked at Ashley.

“Shut up,” Ashley hissed.  She could feel her ears twitching as she glared.  She swept her hands up and clamped them down over the pointed ends.  “Shit, this is going to take some getting used to.”

“You’re one to talk,” Lisbeth muttered.  “At least your ears are normal sized.”  She reached up and poked at one of her own ears, easily the largest of the three of them.  They’d all gone for wildly different looks when designing their Inquisitors.  Aside from being elves, they couldn’t have looked more different from each other if they’d tried.

“Guys!  Focus!” Hayden said, scowling at them.

“Okay, so we’re in Kirkwall.  Great, not ideal but it could probably be worse.  Now, when are we?” Ashley said.

“Well, if the clinic is there, then Anders will be there,” Lisbeth pointed out.

“Great!  Let’s go, then,” Hayden said, turning on her heel and heading for the building.  The other two scrambled after her, reluctant to enter but utterly unwilling to be left behind.

The clinic was large, and appeared to be in the process of expanding.

“Act Two!” Lisbeth murmured.  “Must be!”

“Maybe not,” Ashley replied.  “Look, there’s-”

“Can I help you?”

The voice had all three of them turning to face the speaker.  There was a tall human male with reddish hair pulled back into a half-tail striding towards them.  He had a thick coating of stubble lining his jaw and looked tired.

“Oh!” Hayden cried out, curling over and falling sideways into Ashley.

“Is your friend ill?” Anders asked, speeding up.

Lisbeth raised her hands as if to ward him off: “She’s fine, thank you, we’ll just go now, we don’t want to be any-”

Ashley bodily picked up the smallest elf, backing away from the mage.

Too late, a wash of cool blue magic swept over the trio as Anders’ eyes lit from within.  “Wait, you-” he froze in place, eyes raking over each elf in turn.  “What have you-” he shook his head and swayed in place, eyes screwing tightly shut.  Suddenly, little wisps of light started to emanate from behind his closed eyelids.

Lisbeth shoved Ashley towards the door, “Now would be a good time to-”

“Run?”

“Yes!”

They booked it, ignoring the strange echoing cry that called for them to halt.

“What was that?” Ashley asked, poking Hayden in the forehead.

They’d sprinted till they’d found sunlight and what was probably the docks, based on the water, boats, and people bustling around.  They were seated on some barrels in an out of the way corner, catching their breath.

“Ouch!  Don’t Itachi me, you weirdo.”

“Well, stop Sasuke-style brooding, then.”

Hayden scowled, rubbing her hand over her heart.  “I don’t know, I felt...something.  Like a pull?  I don’t know how to describe it.  It got worse when I saw him, though.”

“That was Anders,” Lisbeth said, sounding shellshocked.  “Anders.”

“We’re in Kirkwall, yes, Anders is here,” Ashley said.

“We have to stay away from Anders,” Lisbeth said firmly.

Hayden grimaced, but didn’t say anything.

“Hey, Liz - have you always had that tattoo?”

Ashley’s words had her frowning: “Tattoo?  I don’t have-”

“Your hand, look at it.”

Lisbeth looked down at her hands, ignoring the way they’d gotten longer and skinnier since her transmigration into an elvhen body.  There was nothing on the backs of her hands, but on the palm of her right hand she found three symbols that looked like a cross between hieroglyphs and cuneiform.  The symbols were a vivid and sparkly pink.

“What the fuck?” she breathed.  “What the fuck!  What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fucking FUCK.”

“Shit, I think you broke Liz.”

“I didn’t mean to!” Ashley cried.

“What is this shit?” Lisbeth exclaimed before switching to German and going into a tirade neither of the other two could understand.  She paced back and forth in front of them, kicking out at the barrels and walls as she passed them.  Finally she stopped, fisted her hands at her sides, and yelled at the sky.

One of the barrels abruptly caught on fire.

“Hey, Liz?” Hayden called.

“WHAT.”

“I know this isn’t the best time, but I think you might be a mage, too.”

“FUUUUUUUUU-”