#and I'm probably overreacting but OH MY GOSH

[martianbugsbunny]

feeling way too asexual for allo shit rn

[samandcolbyownme]

Summary: Anon request - "virgin!reader x Sam"

Warnings: soft SMUT18+, some strong language, mentions of wine, fingering, protected first time sex, hair pulling, sensual smut, fully smut

Word count: 4.2k | not edited

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"You don't have any plans tonight, do you?" Sam asks as he slips his big sweater over his head. You purse your lips as you think for a second before shaking your head, "Not unless they're with you."

You smile as he smiles and he walks back over to you, "Good. I made us dinner reservations, I'll be back at six to get you."

"Fancy or casual?" You turn around to rest your arms on the back of the couch, eyes watching him as he comes over and leans down, "Slightly fancy."

He peck your lips, "That okay?"

You nod, "more than okay, baby."

He brushes hair from your face, "Okay." He presses his lips to your forehead, "See you later."

You hold your hand up, watching as he walks towards the door, "Bye." As soon as the door closes, you pull your phone out, texting your best friend to call you.

A few minutes later, your phone rings and you answer, "Sam has a dinner planned tonight." You blurt out, "I think.. I think he wants to, you know."

"Have sex?" She asks with a slight laugh, "There's nothing wrong about that word, y/n."

"I know.." you say resting your cheek in your palm, "I just.. we've been dating for almost- we'll, it'll be three months tomorrow and I.." you let out a sigh, "I haven't told him yet."

"Told him wh- wait." She pauses for a moment, "You haven't told him that you've never had sex before?"

You loved your best friend because you can talk to her about anything, no shame at all.

She was your safe place.

No judgment at all.

"I haven't.. I just didn't know when, not like there's a right or wrong time or anything but mainly because I'm scared to tell him."

"Why are you scared, y/n?" She asks, pausing so you can answer, "What if he thinks I'm weird?"

She laughs, loudly, "I highly, and I mean high-ly doubt that he'll think you're weird. Someone who has never had sex before is hard to come by."

"I just.. I don't want to embarrass myself with him, you know, like I really want to with him, I just let my mind get the best of me, I guess."

"I want you to listen to me, y/n." She sighs, "The way Sam looks at you, is the way someone who knows they have a forever in their hands looks at someone, and that's even more rare than someone who still has their virginity."

You smile, "I know it's probably way too soon, but I honestly do think I love him."

"I wouldn't doubt it. You guys are tooth rottenly perfect for each other." She laughs slightly, "I'm sure he feels the same way about you."

You take a deep breath, "I'm going to tell him tonight, I mean it it all goes wrong and he does find me weird-"

She cuts you off, "He's not going to find you weird." She laughs, "I'm sure that will turn him on even more."

"Oh gosh, no. Stop it." You close your eyes, shaking your head, "I'm already nervous as is."

"Sorry, but no. I think it'll be okay." She pauses, "Just remember, that good things take time, and I'm sure that you being such a pure little angel will make it even better."

You smile, laughing slightly as you nod to yourself, "I'm sure you're right and I'm just overreacting."

"Isn't that what usually happens?" She laughs and you your eyes, "Mhm."

"Alright, well let me know how it goes. If you need, my door is always open for you."

You smile, "Thank you. I'll call you tomorrow or something."

"Sounds good. Now go pick out a pretty dress."

"I'll send you pictures. Thank you." You stand up and she sighs, "You got this. He isn't going to go anywhere."

"Okay." You nod, "Talk later."

"Talk later."

You hang up, letting out a long sigh as you make your way into your room to rummage through your closet.

After a while of holding up dresses to your body, you settle on a white knit dress with a cropped sweater attached to it.

You lay it on the bed, walking over to find a pair of shoes that go with it nicely. You pull out each pair of heel you have, nervous that nothing will go with it.

You set a pair of tan ankle boots next to it and tilt your head as you take a picture to send to your friend.

You smile at her reply, That is the cutest dress ever and the light tan color of those boots go so well. You'll look great, y/n!

You text her back and look at the time, it's almost four, which means you have two hours until Sam is back to pick you up.

You head for the shower, hoping to wash some of the anxiety you have, away.

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You set the curling iron down after curling the last strand of your hair. You look into the mirror of your vanity and let out a sigh, "You got this."

Your phone vibrates and you pick it up, smiling when you see a text from Sam, On my way, sweetheart.

You text back, See you soon, baby.

You set your phone down, applying any last minute touches to your makeup before you stand up to smooth out your dress.

You grab your purse, hooking it onto your shoulder before snapping a picture to send to your friend.

She replies back as you walk out of your room, telling you that you look pretty and what not. She was your biggest support, besides Sam.

Sam has been there for you through everything that's happened these last two, almost three months. You guys clicked instantly and just like your friend said, you felt like you had forever in your hands when you looked at him, too.

There's a knock on your door and you stand up, walking over to open it. An instantly smile on your face when your eyes meet Sam's.

"Wow, you look gorgeous." He smiles as his eyes move down your body, "These are for you."

Your lips slightly part as your eyes move down to the bouquet of red roses in his hand, "Sam." You whisper looking back up at him as you take them, "They're so beautiful."

You open your arm, wrapping it around his neck. His hand lays on your hip and he turns his head to kiss your cheek, "Beautiful flowers, for a beautiful girl. You ready?”

You smile, "Yeah, let me just set these on the counter." You turn, walking back into your apartment to set them down on the counter, "Okay. Ready."

You walk over to him and link your arm with his. You pull your door shut before he leads you down to his car. He opens the passenger door for you, giving you a smile before he closes it.

He walks around, getting into the drivers seat, "That dress looks beautiful on you."

You run your hand over the fabric and look up at him, "Thank you. I got it a few weeks ago, figured now was the perfect time to wear it."

"Any time would have been the perfect time, babe." Sam smiles as he lays his hand on yours, interlocking your fingers together.

You bring your other hand over, tracing gentle circles on top of his hand. Your mind starts racing, but you quickly shut it down by reminding yourself of what your friend said.

You rest your head back, staring out the window at the lights of the city. Sam squeezes your hand, "You okay?"

You look over at him, "What, babe?"

"I asked if you're okay." He glances over at you, "You're quiet."

"Oh, I'm fine. Just enjoying the lights." You nod towards the window and he tilts his head, "You sure?"

You nod at him, "Yes, baby. I'm good." You smile, giving his hand a squeeze back. He smiles and pulls up to the doors.

You look over at him, "Valet?"

He smiles and nods, "Uh huh. Now wait here." He gets out, walking around to your side. He talks to the attendant before opening your door, "This way, sweetheart."

He holds his hand out and you take it as you exit the car, "Sam. This place is fancy."

He wraps an arm around your waist as you walk in, "You deserve it."

You smile as you walk with him to your table. He pulls your chair out for you and you sit down. He helps move your chair in before moving to sit beside you.

Your eyes scan down over the menu, "Everything sounds so good."

He nods, "I came here with Colby a few months ago, it was very good."

You set your menu down, looking from it to Sam, "I have to tell you something."

You can see it in his face that he doesn't like the sound of that but you quickly reassure, "Don't worry, it's nothing bad."

He lets out a sigh, "Oh god. Okay." He laughs slightly, "What's up, babe?"

Just as you're about to say it, the waiter comes over, "Good evening, my name is Frankie, I'll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you started with something to drink?"

"Hello Frankie." Sam gives him a smile, "Actually, yes." He looks over at you, "How does a bottle of Sangria sound?"

You smile and nod, "Please."

Sam looks back at Frankie, "Well do a bottle of Sangria, red." He nods at Sam and smiles, "I'll be right back with that."

"Thank you." You and Sam say as he walks away. Sam looks at you, taking your hand, "So you were saying?"

You laugh nervously, "Oh, yeah. That." You brush a curl from your face and sigh, "There's something I've been meaning to tell you, and I think you need to know before anything happens-"

He cuts you off, "Anything, sweetheart. You can tell me anything." You catch the hint of worry in his voice so you lean in, "I'm.." you pause, laughing slightly as you build up the courage.

You look up at him, "I'm a.. virgin."

He lets out the breath he was holding, "I thought you were going to say you can't see me anymore or something."

You lay your other hand on top of the one that's in your hand, "No, baby." You shake your head, "I just thought I should tell you, I'm not trying to rush anything by saying that, I just.." you raise your brows, "I just don't have any personal experience and I figured that that would be embarrassing on my end."

He reaches his hand up, thumb brushing your cheek, "There's nothing embarrassing about that, sweetheart." He smiles, "I think.. that's kind of sexy."

Your friend was right, you think as you bite your bottom lip, "Really?"

"There's a first time for everything, darling.." Sam smiles, "And if you are willing, I'd be honored to show you the ropes." He winks, causing a slight blush to take to your cheeks.

"Considering we're celebrating our three month anniversary tonight.." you rest your elbows on the table and lean forward, "I think tonight would be the perfect night for you to do that."

He tilts his head, "It's been three months already?"

You laugh, "I know. Time flies when you're having a good time." He laughs, sighing as he looks up at Frankie, "Thank you."

He nods, "Are we ready to order yet?"

"I am." Sam nods and looks over at you, "You know whatcha want?"

You motion to him, "You go first." You look back down over menu as Sam orders. You look up, ordering what you want before Frankie walks away.

You feel Sam slip his hand under yours and you look over at him as you sit your wine. He stares at you for a few seconds, "Why were you nervous to tell me?"

You shrug, "I didn't want you to think I was weird."

He laughs slightly, "Oh baby, why would I think you're weird? I think that's a good thing, you know?"

"Well.." you sigh with a smile, "That's certainly a relief."

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As you leave the restaurant, your arm linked with Sam's, you can but feel a rush up nervous excitement.

You were more than ready to give yourself to Sam.

You wanted him to be the one to have you for the first time.

The more you thought about it, the more it felt like it was meant to happen this way.

You watch as the valet attendant brings his car around. Sam leads you down, opening the passenger door for you.

"Thank you, baby." You give him a kiss on the cheek before getting in. He smiles, "More than welcome, my love."

He shuts your door, waving to the attendant and yelling a quick 'thank you' before getting in, "Alright. So where to now?"

"We can go back to my place." You bite your lip as you look over at him. He smirks, "say no more." He starts to drive, his hand finding yours like it always does.

You can tell he wants to ask something, but chooses not to.

"You can ask me, babe." You laugh slightly, "I'll answer any question you have."

He glances over at you, "I don't want to make you uncomfortable by asking anything."

You shake your head, "You won't."

"Why haven't you.." he pauses, "i don't know how to word it." He laughs nervously and you rest your head back, "Why haven't I ever had sex with anyone before?"

He nods and you shrug, "I just.. I don't know, really. It just never felt right with anyone. I was thinking about it, after I told you, and I honestly feel like it was meant to be this way."

He smiles as he comes to a stop, looking over at you, "Really?"

You nod, "I haven't felt this way with anyone. I actually told my friend earlier today that-" you stop once you realize what you're about to say.

You look over at him and he nods, "Keep going."

You take a calming breath, "I was just telling her today that I think.." you smile slightly, "I'm falling in love with you."

A smile takes over his face and he shakes his head, "I actually had sorta the same conversation with Colby the other day."

"You did?" You can feel your cheeks heating and he nods. He brings your hand up to his lips, pressing them against the back of it, "I love you, y/n."

Your heart skips a beat and you nod, "I love you, Sam."

He presses a few kisses onto the back of your hand as he comes to a stop at a red light. He lets go of your hand and reaches up to pull you over as he leans over, and that's right when you knew that you definitely have the kissing at red lights kind of love.

"When we get back to my place.." you whisper as you lean back, "I want you to take me into my room and show me just how much you love me."

You were shocked that those words came from your lips.

But you weren't arguing about it.

"Anything for you, baby." Sam takes his hand back into yours as he continues driving.

Your stomach fills with, what feels like a thousand butterflies and he pulls into the parking space in front of your building.

He looks over at you, reaching up to cup your cheek with his hand, "I've never felt this much love for someone."

You lay your hand on his, "Me too, Sam."

He pulls you in, pressing his lips to yours before whispering a small, "Come on, sweetheart." He gets out, and like usual, comes and opens your door.

You cling to his arm, smiling as you walk up to your door. You unlock it, immediately pulling him in. He kicks the door shut as your hands go to the sides of his neck, lips meeting his.

His hands go to your waist, backing you up a few steps before he pulls your body into his.

"Are you sure?" He whispers, leaning his head back a little to look at you.

"I've never been more sure of anything before, Sam."

He smiles, brushing hair from your face, "Okay." He leans down, gripping the back of your thighs so he can lift you up.

Your legs circle his waist, arms wrapping around his neck as he walks you into your bedroom.

The most you’ve done with Sam is an old fashioned high school make out. Nothing more. He never pressured you into more, with him, it just feels so right.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, pressing little kisses onto your cheek as he lays you down on the bed. Your legs fall to his sides and he leans up to shrug off his jacket.

You watch was his hands move to undo each button on his white shirt as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

Your eyes move up to meet his as he slides it down his shoulders and drops it to the floor. He leans back down, body over yours as he presses his lips to yours again.

He grinds against you, earning a low moan from your lips, “That’s it, baby.” He kisses down your neck and back up, “If it feels good, tell me.”

You nod, tilting your head back as he attaches his lips to the skin of your neck, sucking to leave a mark.

You moan out quietly as your nails dig into his shoulders. His hand moves down to pull your dress up, letting it lay high on your thighs.

His hand dips in between them, gently dragging lines up and down your clothed, but soaked center.

“Please.” You whimper as you move your hips, “Please, touch me.”

He nods once, tilting his head slightly as he watches your face. He slips his fingers into the crutch of your panties, pushing them over before gently gliding a finger up and down, “This what you wanted, baby?”

You nod quickly, moving your hips up and down, “Y-yes.”

You thought him just grazing the outside of your pussy felt good, but it quickly heightened when he slowly plunged his finger into you.

You arched your back, letting out a whine as you squeezed around his finger.

“Feel good?” Sam asks rubbing your thigh with his free hand. You look up at him, lips parted as you moan to him slowly moving his finger out and back in, “Fuck, yes.”

Sam bites his lip, watching your body move from the pleasure he’s giving you.

He was in awe that you were his.

He slid his hand over, palming himself through his suit pants because the image of you was making him ache.

“Fuck, I know I keep saying it, but you look so beautiful.” He leans down, hand still between your legs, “So pretty.”

He gently presses his lips to yours and your hands move to his neck, sliding one hand up to tangle in his hair.

He lets out a groan as you tug, “So mine.”

You smile against his lips, arching your back as he curls his finger, “Fuck.” You slide your hands down his chest, “Please, Sam. I need you.”

He nods, “Alright.” He slowly pulls his finger out, “Take this off for me.” He tugs the hem of your dress before getting up to take off his pants.

His eyes are glued on you as you sit up to reveal your body to him. You let the dress drop to the floor before reaching behind you to unhook your bra.

He slips his fingers into the band of his boxers, pausing to just take a good look at you.

“What?” You ask, a shy tone consuming your words.

He shakes his head, “Nothing, I-“ he sighs and smiles, “You’re just.. ravishing.”

You give him a smile and look down, “Oh, thank you.” He strips away from his boxers, “Do you have a condom, by chance?”

“Actually.. I do.” You laugh, “my friend gave it to me a few weeks ago, long story but it pertains to you.”

He chuckles, “Oh jeeze, okay.” He walks over to the stand you pointed to, pulling out and putting it on before walking over to crawl up between your legs again, “You okay?”

You look up at him, laughing nervously, “Just.. kinda nervous.”

He brushes your cheek with his hand, “I got you, sweetheart.” He leans in, pressing his lips to your forehead, “If it hurts or gets to be too much, I’ll stop.”

You nod, lying back as he moves up to hover over you, “Tell me when.”

You take a deep breath, giving him a nod, “I’m ready.”

Sam gathers some spit onto his fingertips and reaches down to coat the tip of his cock, “Just try and relax, baby.”

You spread your legs, laying your hands on his biceps as he positions himself at the entrance. You close your eyes, the rollercoaster of emotions hitting you at once.

Nervous.

Excited.

Happy.

But, you were ready for him.

You close your eyes, squeezing his biceps as he slowly slides into you, “Fuck.” He breathes out, “You okay?”

You nod quickly, eyes still shut tight, “Yeah.”

He pauses for a moment, reaching up to tilt your head up, “You sure?” You give him a smile, “Yes.” You lay your hand on his cheek, “K-keep going.”

He brushes hair from your face before reaching for your hand, interlocking your fingers with his. He continues to push in, earning small moans from you.

You wrap your leg over his waist, squeezing his hand tight.

“Sam.” You moan out quietly, “That feels so good.”

He leans down, peppering your face with kisses, “That’s good, baby.” He pushes all the way in, resting for a moment, “You feel so good.”

You lay your free hand on his cheek, wiggling your hips ever so slightly, “Okay.”

He tilts his head, “Ready?”

You nod and gasp as he pulls out, gently thrusting back in, “Fuck, y/n. You feel incredible.”

His words send the anxiety and nervousness away. You feel so much closer to him already. You now know that this was the way it was supposed to be.

“I love you.” You whisper out, “I love you.”

Sam rests his forehead against yours, “I love you so much.” He lifts his head to plant a kiss, “So fucking much.”

You snake your arm under his, laying your hand in the center of his back as you moan out, louder than they’ve been.

“You sound so pretty.” Sam whispers in your ear before kissing down your neck. He groans lowly, “I want to get you off before I do, okay?”

“Okay.” You breathe out, “Fuck.”

He thrust a little bit faster, still holding your hand in his. He reaches down with his other hand, pulling your arm away from his and holding your other hand.

He pins it by your head, forehead on yours, “I can’t get over you.” He whispers lowly, a moan following his words.

You smile slightly, brows furrowing as you feel an intense pleasure building up in your stomach, “I-I think I’m close.”

He nods, “Whenever you want, sweetheart.” Sam kisses your lips and you moan into his mouth, “Shit. Shit.”

You tighten your leg around his waist, bringing the other one up to lock around him. Your eyes roll shut as your back lifts off the bed and you squeeze his cock.

You drag your moan out, “Fuuuck.”

“That’s it baby. Cum for me.” Sam encourages, “That’s my girl.” He lets go of your one hand to brush hair from your face, “So fucking beautiful.”

Your chest rises and falls quickly as you come down, Sam not too far behind you.

His throws slow down, almost to a completely stop and you feel him twitch inside of you. He presses kisses over your face, “You okay?”

You nod, laying your hands on his cheeks, “I’m wonderful, baby.”

He smiles, “Alright, I’m gonna..” he nods down and you brace yourself before he slowly pulls out. He gets up, walking over to your bathroom to discard the condom and to grab a towel for you to clean up with.

You toss the towel down and turn back slightly to move the covers of the bed down. You move up and slide your legs under them, “Are you staying the night?”

You look up at him with a smile and he smiles, “You know it.”

He walks over to you, sliding in beside you and pulling the blankets up around you both. You snuggle into his chest, letting out a content sigh, “I definitely believe now, that this is the way it was to happen for me.”

Sam rubs your back as he smiles, “You think?” He looks down at you and you look up at him, “I know.”

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I hope you enjoyed! I think this is one of my favorite Sam one shots that’s I’ve written so far.

As usual, let me know what you thought and thanks for reading! 🖤

Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated! 🖤

[bedoballoons]

hii !! i was wondering if you could do a request for me. so xiao's really stressed and reader character: xiao scenario: calls him multiple times but he doesnt come, so when he actually comes, he complains and makes the reader cry and leave him. genre: angst (if you can, can you add fluff in the end where xiao apologizes? its fine if you dont !!) i was craving for some angst and at the end some fluff because i need more fluff i swear im going insane because of angst its fine if you dont do this, but if you do, i would really appreciate it !!

Of course I can write a request for you!! I won't lie though...I thought this was a smut request at first 😭 forgive my dirty mind. Anyway, thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

Xiao X Reader

{༻~You didn't show up...~༺}

CW: GN! Reader! Angst to fluff, some yelling and a worried reader, apologies at the end!

𑁍༄Xiao:

You sighed anxiously, looking at the clock...you'd already called three times and Xiao was still no where to be seen. You knew he was probably busy, but he'd always said he'd answer your call...just say his name and he'd appear...so why wasn't he? You tried not to think the worst...but considering he was the last remaining Yaksha, the rest all dying in such horrible ways...it wasn't hard to start worrying about him.

What if his karmic debt had caught up to him? What if he'd met a foe even he couldn't beat? What if he'd been injured badly...and couldn't make it to you?

You bit your lip, feeling your heart start to race with fear, what would you even do? Go to Zhongli? The other adeptus?? Panick began to set in, his name slipping from your lips over and over, "Xiaooo! Xiao!" He had to answer, if he didn't you'd have to go find someone and ask for help...that was the plan, "Xia-"

You paused mid sentence as he suddenly appeared in front of you, the soft teal glow of his powers fading away to reveal that he was okay and in truth, it was like seeing a angel, relief washing over you in waves. "Oh my gosh, there you are I was so worried, I thought youd-"

"Enough. Stop calling me, you aren't in danger, there's no one attacking you and I'm tired of hearing your insistent voice in my head. I'm trying to protect Liyue as I'm supposed to, accomplish what I must everyday and I don't need you bothering me while I do so." He shot you a glare...and watched as the emotions painted on your features went dark, your relieved smile wiped away. He knew it was harsh, he knew what he said was wrong...he loved your voice, he loved knowing he had someone at home...hoping he was okay...worrying about him. Hed, just gotten a little too stressed.

"I-im sorry...I was worried something had happened to you...I'm sorry." You felt your chest getting tighter as you tried to hold back your tears, but they fell anyway...rolling down your cheeks as Xiao watched you...guilt already bubbling in his stomach. "Wait...I didn't mean to-"

You stepped away from him, wishing you hadn't been such a nuisance...and before you knew it, you were running, out the door...across the fields. Running until you felt tired...and alone enough to cry in peace, or so you thought. Somehow you'd forgotten he could simply appear next to you, you could run as far as you'd like and he'd be there in seconds...even when you didn't want him to.

"Xiao, I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize when you have nothing to apologize for. You were just worried and I overreacted...I should never have raised my voice at you, talked to you the way that I did. I'm sorry. It will never happen again."

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: Don’t Be Embarrassed

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summary: after a sex marathon with your husband joe the previous night, you head downstairs for breakfast and have a seriously awkward interaction with his parents.

(this is a tiny part 2 to - part one)

warnings: talks about sex, no actual smut

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n's pov)

when my alarm went off at 8, i immediately hit snooze.

i wanted to go back to sleep but remembered the plane that joe and i were going to have to catch in just a couple hours, so i slipped out of bed.

joe was still dead asleep, looking incredibly peaceful.. so i left him alone.

the first thing i did was get dressed in my traveling outfit, and putting my hair in a messy bun before i made my way downstairs.

"mommy!!" - savanna jumped off the couch and came flying towards you

"good morning sweetie, how'd you sleep?" - you picked her up and put her on your hip

"good, i had good dream." - savanna

"what was your dream about?" - you

"dada bought me puppy!" - savanna

"he did?? what did you name your puppy?" - you

"uh, i dont remember.." - savanna

"oh you don't remember.. okay. what would you name your puppy if you got one?" - you

"marr!" - savanna

"oh my gosh, you'd name it after ja'marr??" - you

"yup. put me down? i want to play with my barbies!" - savanna

"yes, of course." - you sat her down

i watched sam run up the stairs to her room before i walked into the kitchen. robin was cooking and jimmy was drinking coffee while sitting at the island.

when i walked over to the fridge to grab a water i noticed both of them giving me weird looks.

"what?" - you laughed nervously

"did you sleep good last night?" - robin smiled

"yeah actually, i didn't even hear you guys come in. i was dead asleep." - you

liar.

"mhm." - robin looked at jimmy for a second then turned back to you

this interaction was really weird so i was more than thankful when i saw joe walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

"morning guys" - joe smiled

"morning, joey!" - robin gave joe the same weird look

"what's that look?" - joe laughed

"nothing." - robin grinned

joe looked at me confused but i returned the look of pure confusion.

"did you sleep good?" - joe asked, trying to start conversation and end the silence

"mhm." - you pulled him into a hug

joe kissed my head, as i laid against his chest. robin and jimmy were still looking at us with weird smiles on their faces so we quickly pulled away from each other.

"what time did you two end up going to bed last night?" - jimmy

"uh, i don't really know. i was asleep before you guys got here. do you know?" - joe

"uh, nope." - you

"that's kinda weird because we heard quite the commotion last night" - robin

both joe and i tensed up, not knowing what to do.

"you guys know the guest room is right under the master bedroom, right?" - jimmy

"oh god." - joe sighed

"so you guys.." - you

"heard y'all? yup. coulda gone my whole life without hearing that." - jimmy

"oh my god." - you covered your face with your hands

"it's fine though, don't be embarrassed. it's not like we didn't know you guys engage in that.. activity. i mean you guys have a kid so we kinda knew.." - robin

"yeah you guys are married adults, don't be embarrassed. but, joe honey you sound like a cat dying.” - jimmy

"i don't think i sound that bad..." - joe mumbled

"he’s overreacting, joe. after i heard it though, and well realized what i was hearing i put my noice cancelling headphones on.” - robin

"all i had were pillows to put over my ears, thank god i was super tired and fell asleep quickly. i’d probably end up sleeping in the car.” - jimmy

"but really, don't be embarrassed. you guys are young and having fun." - robin

"okay, sorry about that though." - you

"it's fine." - robin smiled

"yeah guys, it's all good, i'm only slightly traumatized." - jimmy

"jim." - robin rolled her eyes

"as much as i'm loving this conversation about our sex life.. i'm gonna grab some toast and finish packing." - joe

"i'll be up there in a second!" - you told joe as he grabbed a plate of toast and started walking back upstairs

thank god that joe’s parents love me, plus i’ve already got the ring on my finger so there’s no getting rid of me.

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authors note: small little part two as a goodnight!!

hope you enjoyed! ❤️

[restlessmaknae]

love roulette | theo

It's a casual uni party, and you meet three very different guys that night: Keeho, the chatty bartender; Jiung, the cute vocalist of the band that's playing that night; Taeyang, the guy who's there for the gig just like you.

Who ends up walking you home depends on your choice.

🎲 This is the ending with THEO.

🎲 To read the general setting, go back to the start.

♦️ Pairing: female!reader/you x uni student!theo

♦️ Genre: fluff, romance, uni au

♦️ Warning: mentions of alcohol, a dude who doesn't understand no

♦️ Word count: 2.1k

♦️ Dedicated to: @dat-town ❤️

♦️ P1Harmony taglist: @tranquilpetrichor, @laaylaazyy, @americanokisses, @kuleo26, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @syrxiee2, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @sunooslover, @chang-ryul, @dat-town

🎲 READ FURTHER FOR THEO'S ENDING

You couldn't help feeling a bit like a burden for Taeyang while he was standing there beside you, but you deemed that he wouldn't have offered to accompany you and proceed to stay beside you if he hadn't been in the slightest interested in the band's play. Right?

Nevertheless, it was a funny feeling, you couldn't describe it any other way. There was this boy who had practically saved you from that weird, probably tipsy dude, and he had not only done that, but he had suggested staying together to find your friend and had stood beside you ever since. You felt touched by his gesture, and also a bit vulnerable - like a child who needed someone to look over her. You didn't usually like depending on other people, but you realised that you didn't feel uncomfortable beside Taeyang. In fact, you felt rather safe.

You kept glancing at him during the concert to see if he was enjoying himself, and sometimes, you caught him already looking at you which made you blush. Gosh, you were probably overreacting, but at least, the lights around were dim, so he might not have seen the pink hue of your cheeks. The thought was definitely helping to pacify the crazy beating of your heart, faster than the song the band was currently playing.

The second part of the gig seemed to go by in a blink of an eye, and even though you were ready to explain the whole situation from earlier to Gaeul right away, she didn't seem interested in that. Instead, she asked Taeyang about his opinion on the band, and the boy took his time to give an elaborated answer which was very much appreciated by the girl. Gaeul was proud of not only her boyfriend but the whole band, no wonder she practically beamed when the boy admitted that he had come specifically for them.

"The bassist is my boyfriend, by the way," she donned a proud smile, flipping her hair as if to show off, but she started giggling in the next second. "Sorry. I'm just super happy when people like their music."

Taeyang, who might have seemed pretty rigid so far, appeared almost gentle as the ends of his lips curled upwards. He was so much softer this way, his eyes turning smaller, narrower like little crescents, and a dimple popped off around his lips. He might have looked elegant and chic with his chin-length, burgundy hair, but when he was smiling, he seemed a lot more approachable than before.

"It's okay. You have every right to be proud of them," he mentioned in a friendly manner, and Gaeul turned to you, raising an eyebrow in question.

"So how did you two meet in those rare minutes when my introverted friend was away from me?"

There it was, the Gaeul you knew. If it hadn't been for her, you might have felt like she was throwing you under the bus, but Gaeul was your friend who might have been a lot more outgoing than you were, but she had only good intentions. So you took that as a compliment instead.

"Oh well, Taeyang helped me out when a random guy grabbed my wrist to make me stay with him after telling him no.”

"Whaaat?" Now the girl was absolutely horrified, her hands balled into fists. Since she had had a rather unfortunate encounter with a rude guy last time, she was even more worked up than usual, but you - as in you and Taeyang - managed to reassure her that nothing had actually happened because the boy had shown up in time. “Thank god though. You’re her knight in shining armour. Especially with your hair, it’s really prince-like,” Gaeul blabbered in a more joyful tone, and if you had thought that there was a more heart-warming sight than Taeyang smiling, it was definitely him getting shy, his ears turning slightly red.

You were sure that you could get lost in the sight, but someone slid into your vision at that time.

“Who’s prince-like?” A low voice inquired, mischief hiding in his tone. “Were you talking about me?” Intak wiggled his eyebrows at his girlfriend, throwing his arms around her shoulder. The girl smacked him in the chest in return, and the bassist jumped back, but only a bit. He leaned into her as fast as he had stepped away.

What was more amusing than this sight was the way Intak immediately befriended Taeyang, especially after he heard that the burgundy-haired boy was there for their gig. Just half an hour ago, you didn’t even know that he existed, and now, him and Intak were talking as if they had been best friends, and you weren’t blind to not notice Gaeul’s glances in your direction. You pleaded with your eyes to not hear any teasing from her, and she actually didn’t do so. Instead, she just left you there with Taeyang once Intak started whining that he was hungry (and that he already had a place in mind because it was their 7-month anniversary). It was as if she had waited for her boyfriend to give her the green light, and bamm, they were already out.

"Would you like to grab something, too?" Taeyang inquired before the awkward silence could fall upon the two of you. You nodded swiftly, giving in without thinking twice.

"Yeah, sure. That's a good idea," you replied with a smile. The truth is, you hadn't had dinner before the gig because you hadn't been hungry, but now you definitely were. Even though you had expected to have dinner with Gaeul and maybe her boyfriend or the whole band, it seemed that they wanted to have dinner only with the two of them in their lovey-dovey atmosphere (or that they wanted to leave you two there together after Gaeul had classified the burgundy-haired boy your knight in shining armour).

Since the boy didn't seem shy about it or anything of the sort, it was easier to not think too much into it. After all, he didn't appear rude or as someone who had ulterior motives, so even though he was still practically a stranger, you didn't feel weirded out by the idea that you were having dinner together. It wasn't even a fancy place you opted for either, it was a casual tteokbokki place, and you had a corner table to yourselves, so it was all good. The place was packed, but the noise wasn't that bad compared to the concert, so you could converse as normal people without shouting over your warming bowls of food.

While talking, you actually realised that you had much more in common with the boy than you would have thought so. Firstly, he not only went to the same uni and department as you did, but he was also living in the dorms. Considering that Gaeul said that it was a uni get-together (well, she did advertise it on the uni's social media sites as Evergreen's so-called social media manager), it shouldn't have come as a surprise, but anyone could have come to the venue that day, so it wasn't like you were destined to bump into someone who was studying a similar field as you, at the same uni on top of that. Still, it gave you plenty of topics to talk about such as the professor you both despised because of his robotic voice, the vending machines that never seemed to work in one of the buildings, the park on campus that was a true beauty but had ducks with killing stares, and your favourite foodie places around. Your conversation flew naturally, and after a while, you didn't talk only about uni, but everything that came to mind from your family to places on your bucket list.

Taeyang had a natural conversational side to him, but as opposed to the chatty bartender, he had a more serious air to him, too. It didn't mean that he didn't like joking around because he did, but most of the time, you giggled at his reactions (judging stare, wide eyes and all that) instead of what he said. Seriously, he had such hilarious reactions, you weren't surprised that his friends liked to tease him about it.

Plus, you realised that just as much as you were an introvert, you didn't mind talking to him. In fact, you enjoyed getting to know him, and your usual overthinking self didn't decide to kick you in the ass either while having dinner, so really, it went a lot better than you had expected.

As you were walking back to the dorms together, you felt your gratitude washing over you again, so you decided to thank him again for his help back at the club. To that, the boy didn't blush or freeze. Instead, he explained why he had opted to assist you.

"It was only right of me. I have a little sister, and I would hate for her to go through something similar with douchebags like the guy at the bar," he reasoned firmly, but there was an edge to his words. He was frustrated, but not only with what had happened, but also how it could happen to his sister as well, and that truly warmed your heart. He must have loved his little sister a lot.

"How old is she?"

"17. At an age where she couldn't think of a better activity than going outside with her friends late at night," he shook his head like a nagging mother would do, but there was softness in his action.

"You didn't spend time outside at her age?" You mused out loud, a semi-teasing smile making its way to your face. Taeyang, the ever so judging, looked at you as if you had thought that he had killed a man.

"I was a good kid, okay? I knew when to go outside and when not to."

"Okay, okay, I was just asking," you raised your arms in front of your chest, a bit of a peace offering, and as he looked at your reaction, he let out a wholehearted laughter. His laugh was pretty amusing in itself, so you soon found yourself laughing along with him.

This way, the trip back to the dorms was a joyous one, and you realised as you stepped foot inside the building that you could have listened to him some more. It was a bit too bad that the tteokbokki place was so close to the dorms, you deemed.

You stepped in front of the elevator, and while waiting for it to come down, you felt uncertainty bubbling up inside of you. Did he feel the same way? Was he disheartened that you were already at the dorms? Did he want to talk more to you, too? What if he didn't, and you were the only one who was glad to have bumped into him at the bar?

Your doubts were nullified the moment Taeyang broke the silence.

"Do you want to exchange numbers?"

You felt like your head suffered whiplash, you turned towards him so quickly. The smile that bloomed on your lips was rather swift as well.

"Sure. In case there's another gig at the bar or something at the dorms."

"I mean, we can stay in touch for other reasons, too," he suggested casually with a shrug of his shoulders, and you didn't even have time to be bewildered. The elevator arrived right then, and you hopped in, quickly exchanging numbers before you halted at your floor.

"Thank you for everything today. Take care!" You bid your goodbye as you stepped out. You might have been silly, but you even waved at the boy who dropped a charming, almost touched smile.

"See you around," he said before the elevator doors closed on him, before he could see the pink hue painting your cheeks.

If somebody had told you that you would end up walking back to the dorms with a boy like him, you wouldn't have believed them. That night, however, was full of surprises, and meeting Taeyang was the best of all.

🎲 CONGRATS! THIS IS THE END OF THE GAME

🎲 WANNA CHECK OUT ANOTHER ENDING?

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading my story! I hope you’ve enjoyed it! ❤️

At first, I was pretty scared to get cracking on this series because I've never written anything like this before, but I think each ending has its own charm, so I'm happy that I could finish it. *-* I'm always fascinated by the idea of chance encounters and many different possibilities leading to a certain ending, so that's what I wanted to show here, too.

Let me know what you think! Did you like the idea behind the series?

On another note, if you’re interested in other fics of mine or other P1Harmony stories, consider signing up for my taglist here.

Hope you have a lovely day/night! ❤️

[shootyourse1f]

This is just a stupid vent since I don't wanna post this crap on my main.

My friend is annoying the FUCK out of me dude it's not even funny anymore it's so hard being nice to that bitch every single moment we talk feels like HELL because all she does is call me fucking slurs and tell me to kms like hello?? Who tf do YOU think you are?? Yeah, yeah, I'm probably sensitive af for this, but who tf tells/says to a person who deals with suicidal thoughts (pretty openly) to KILL THEMSELVES EVERY 5 FUCKING SECONDS OF EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN DAY. Besides, it's just so annoying and repetitive, and I'm getting to the point where I wanna lash out at her and block her to give her a taste of her own stupid medicine. Constantly saying she'll block me for dumb crap?? Then do it!! But wait, she probably knows nobody in this world is gonna put up with everything and be supportive AND not complain.

And she goes ON AND ON ABOUT HOW ME LIKING ERIC HARRIS IS BAD LIKE OMG NO SHIT? ARE YOU STUPID. She says the most obvious crap in the world and asks as if I don't know it already. God forbid I make ONE STUPID AND CORNY JOKE ABOUT ERIC AND SHE'LL BE ALL UP ON MY ASS FOR IT BUT THEN SHE SAYS THE SAME SHIT ABOUT THIS GUY SHE HAS A CRUSH ON AND THEN ITS FINE?? like I don't say shit to her when she starts going on and on and on about this guy but I make the smallest remark/comment about eric and oh my lordddd

And she texts me NONE FUCKING STOP EVEN THOUGH I'VE TOLD HER 3 TIMES IN THE SAME WEEK THAT I HAVEN'T BEEN DOING GOOD MENTALLY FOR WEEKS. LIKE OH MY GOSH SHUT UP. And jesus I can't repost SHIT on my main tiktok acc bc then she'll be all up in my dms saying how she knows I'm awake and how I'm ignoring her like YEAH?? take the hint dude. And I've told her countless times in the past that if I'm not in the mood to TALK, I won't reply until I feel better. It feels as if she doesn't listen, like when am I gonna get it through her head??

And she calls me crap like faggot, fattie and the n word when trying to get me to respond like bro just fucking stop. I've expressed to her time and time again that I don't like being called a literal fucking slur (the n word) and that it makes me uncomfortable but once again GOD FORBID SHE EVER LISTENS BC AT THE TIME SHE KEPT ASKING IF I WAS NOW OKAY WITH IT AFTER I TOLD HER LIKE WTF??? NO BRO IM NOT. BUT GOSH SHE ASKED SO MUCH I JUST ENDED UP SAYING YES BC SHE WOULDNT STOP.

And gosh, I can't talk about my literal BESTFRIEND without her calling him a slur and saying I should just forget about him??? Like who tf are YOU to tell me to forget abt him. And it stresses me out since she constantly asks if I consider her better than him yet, and it's just like, dude?? I've known him for way longer. I've only known her for a year, so....but she wants ME to consider her MY best friend when she doesn't consider me one and talks shit about me WITH her real best friend wtf.

And she quite literally forced me to do a face reveal and kept begging. She used the excuse that she revealed hers, so I should do the same when I never even asked her to reveal it?? Why tf should I when it was a YOU decision to do it.

I swear to GOD, though that she makes me wanna turn like eric and commit a fucking crime dude and yeah this is an overreaction since I shouldn't kill anybody over someone bothering me but Jesus I already have so much anger over a lot of crap and she doesn't help. I try and be as nice as I can be, but wtf is the point if she's still such a bitch and atp I'm so done with it all bro.

She makes me so filled with rage and hate along with most other people (this part might seem edgy but bear with me guys) to the point I genuinely wanna do some of the worst shit known to man. I won't ever act on any of these feelings (I hope), but I don't know how much longer I can deal with any of this bullshit anymore it's getting to the point where I wanna delete and block basically everyone ik.

This is all getting too long, so I'll end it here, but I'll make another vent probably later on since I'm still pissed off by a lot of crap but it's all to much for one post.

[akai-anna]

Hiya, it's your DCMK exchange giver! I'm very sorry for disappearing for a bit there! Thank you for accepting me as well *bows*

How did your interview go? I hope well! As for me, I won't lie, it's been a little crazy around here lately, but it's mostly settled down ^_^

There are sooo many things I really like about DCMK, and honestly with as big the fandom is I feel like there's always one little nook that's dedicated to some specific part of the show?? Butttt as for something that I cherish a lot but don't really see a lot of appreciation for, i'd probably say Haibara's relationship with the detective boys? I dunno, I think there's something that just GETS me when I think about her backstory and then I look at her goofing (or as much as what Haibara does can be considered 'goofing') around with these weird little five-year-olds.

Another small thing I kinda appreciate is how like, when the killer is revealed at the end, I never feel like the reaction they get is disproportionate to what they did? If that makes sense? I feel like with some mystery stories/anime I've seen in the past, when the killer is revealed, I feel like the surrounding characters sometimes either overreact or underreact. At least for the most part, the show is good at communicating to the audience whether a killer is 'sympathetic' or semi-sympathetic or completely deplorable. I'm not really sure if that makes sense haha, but I think it's nice because with other stories that do that a lot, it can kinda pull you out of the head space.

YESS I AM A PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP ENTHUSIAST!! Honestly, reading your ask about Vermouth is making me want to rewatch her episodes... I hope for more Vermouth in the future, and! I'm sure we'll get her backstory eventually! Right Gosho Aoyama?? RIGHT???

Glad you liked the fic rec, do you have any you would recommend :D? I like pretty much anything, so sky's the limittt

AND OH MY GOSH

YOUR DOG IS SO DEAR I LOVE HER

sending her hearts <3

Anywho, for another question, out of curiosity, how did you get into DCMK?

Also, I'm really sorry to say this, but I think I might need a little more time for your gift, so I might need to post it a little late. I'll check with the mods to see how that usually goes, but I'm really sorry! I'll try to get it out as soon as possible.

Hope you have a great day ^_^!

HI THERE AGAIN, LOVELY!!! I'm very happy to see you back!

Firstly: take all the time you need, and I mean it! No rush, I'll wait for however long you take! (You so kindly accepted me so close to the end of the exchange, so truly, no worries, take your time!)

And thank you for asking, it actually went quite well! In fact, I started a brand new job this monday where I went for the interview, and I've been really enjoying it so far (more than I thought I would which is a very pleasant surprise). On the other hand, yesterday one of our cars got totally obliterated, so. (Fortunately no one got hurt, the only damage we got out of it is the material sort.) Life has a way of balancing things out, I guess.

As for you, I hope things settle down further for you, and you can have some peace and time to enjoy for yourself!

And Haibara's relationship with the Detective Boys, yes, Yes, YES, I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR THEM TOO. I think the Elementary Squad did so much good for both Shinichi and Shiho... I'm so emotional about these two getting attached and caring for this lil group of actual tiny children but also them being friends. And the way they inspire each other. (Ai to stay and keep living and be herself, and for Shinichi learning the merit of working together and just letting himself enjoy something for the joy of it... I'm emotional...) Yes I Love.

And that is such an interesting take! I admit, I've never thought about it before, but gosh. That is such a good point. I don't feel this applies to all cases (mostly from recent ones? recent-ish?), but I definitely remember instances like this from Olde DetCo. I think, partly it's that the reactions feel genuine? Especially when the ones who are reacting to it are characters that I care about a lot: their reactions compel deep emotions in me. Gosh, now I'm going to pay more attention to this on my current reread. Thank you for sharing this thought!

Honestly? Same. At this point I always feel like rewatching/rereading anything with Vermouth (which is not much, unfortunately for me). And gosh... I sure hope there will be more about her in the future. (WHERE DO I SIGN UP FOR A VERMOUTH BACKSTORY? PLEASE? WHERE IS MY DETCO OFFICIAL FANBOOK WITH BLOOD TYPES AND BDAYS AND BACKSTORIES AND ALL THE SECRET LORE??? WHERE GOSHO?)

I ADORE FIC RECS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!! As for my own recs... I do have a loooot of fics that I love and adore, so... *coughs* In fact I just made an estimate yesterday that in the past year I checked out (includes fully read/halfway read/noped out of early on type of fics too) around 1000 fics (just on AO3) for DetCo, AND in my fic folder I have around 200-300 saved for reading again later, also known as the fics I got attached to... So if you have any preference (canonical romantic pairs? fandom romantic pairs? just friendship/platonic? something parental? a preferred character dynamic or characterization? a specific trope? you name it), that would narrow down my choices. :') I admit, my main focus tends to be on Shinichi/Conan, but other than that I just usually go after my gut feeling, as in what I crave at that moment, which varies a lot.

RIGHT? MY DEAR ROSIE IS A BABY, THANK YOU, AND A PAT ENTHUSIAST!!! AND I'LL DEFINITELY PASS ON THOSE HEARTS AS PATS TO HER! (Also have some more pictures of my Angel. Me, shoving pictures in your face like a proud parent of their child, who has tons of photos of their kids in their wallet.)

As for how I got into DCMK. Gosh. It has been so long, but I remember there was this Hungarian manga site (which is already long past; it got taken down, oh, childhood memories) when I was in my teens. At that time I was shit at English, so I consumed manga in Hungarian. I was looking around for something to read, I think, and I saw the cover of the first volume of DetCo, and checked out the synopsis. It sounded intriguing! The art style was to my liking! I've always liked detective stories in general! Then, I started reading it, and then got hooked on it, line and sinker. I had my true and first fandom experience through DetCo too: there was a forum, and we had like 4-5 members in total at first, I think? It was quite cozy, and I still think of those times fondly. So I've been into DCMK for more than a decade now at least! *laughs* There was a bit of a pause for a few years (my brain tends to fixate on a very limited amount of things at a time), but last year I felt like rereading the manga (oh, that nostalgia) and... Here I am, again, totally not obsessed at all. *laughs awkwardly* It's almost been a year, going by my twitter thread, since I started that particular reread in February... And still going strong with my love for DCMK. Yup. It's like coming home. But enough about me and my endless rambling, let me return the question to you: how did YOU get into DCMK?

I hope you have a great day too, darling! (And I really hope I'll be seeing you in my inbox at least once more: I'd really love to hear more of your thoughts! But if you don't have time that is all right too: I know how life can be, so no pressure if you cannot!!!)

[legolasghosty]

“Shut up, that’s not what I meant.” For the Reggie ship of your choice.

Hehehe, this was probably not what you were going for, but it's fun and I'm tired so here ya go! Enjoy!

Bobby held tightly to Reggie’s hand as his boyfriend pulled him through the crowd. In the sea of costumed people at the Halloween festival, he knew he’d lose him in an instant if he let go. It was loud, music playing from speakers, kids laughing, shouts as people found their friends or won a carnival game. Usually, being in the middle of a crowd like this wasn’t Bobby’s thing. But Reggie’s wide grin, glowing with life and joy even through his skeleton face paint, was all Bobby could really focus on.

He still wasn’t entirely sure where Reggie had gotten the idea to be a skeleton astronaut, but it suited him. Bobby was glad he’d ditched the bulky gloves though, they made it hard to hold his hand. His own vampire werewolf costume(Flynn and Carrie had dared them all to do mashups, okay?) was surprisingly fun, though the cape kept almost catching on things. At least the furry shirt was keeping him warm.

Reggie darted between a couple of game booths, pulling Bobby along behind him. They burst out into an open area filled with picnic tables, a couple of food vendors and trucks set up nearby. Reggie slowed to a stop, looking around with a wide smile. Bobby followed suit, checking out the food options. Tacos, cotton candy, some kind of caramel apple thing, hotdogs, popcorn…

“Gosh, what I wouldn’t give for a dog,” Reggie sighed wistfully, cutting off Bobby’s thoughts.

“Oh no you don’t,” Bobby blurted out, wrapping a protective arm around Reggie’s waist and glaring over at the hot dog stand. “I almost lost you to hotdogs once, babe. I’m not Willie, I don’t find my boyfriend’s brush with street food induced death entertaining.”

Reggie glanced up at him for a second, then burst out laughing. “Shut up, that’s not what I meant,” he giggled, pointing across the open eating area to where a couple of kids were playing with a large golden retriever. “I meant an actual dog.”

Bobby stared at the dog for a second, then back at his boyfriend, then dropped his head onto Reggie’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Oh, that makes more sense,” he mumbled, the words muffled by Reggie’s thick space suit.

Reggie chuckled and wrapped his arms around Bobby, running chilly fingers through his hair. “Sorry, sweetheart, I wasn’t trying to scare you.”

“Sorry for overreacting,” Bobby responded, shifting a bit to pull Reggie into a proper hug.

“You didn’t,” Reggie promised.

Bobby relaxed into the safe warmth of his boyfriend’s arms, the evening breeze barely bothering him. He glanced at the kids and the dog over Reggie’s shoulder. He thought about the lousy apartment the two of them shared with Luke and Alex at the moment. It didn’t allow pets. But the lease was almost up, and the band had pooled their savings to make a downpayment on a house near Julie’s dad’s place. 

“Were you serious about wanting a dog?” he asked quietly.

Reggie pulled back, giving him a questioning but hopeful look. “I mean, yeah.”

“Maybe we can talk to the rest of the band about it after we move then?” Bobby offered.

Reggie didn’t say anything, just laced his fingers around the back of Bobby’s neck to pull him into a sloppy kiss. Bobby laughed, startled but not complaining as he settled his hands on Reggie’s waist. It wasn’t exactly a new idea for him, but he’d been waiting for the right time to tell Reggie. And this seemed like it had been a great time.

[thedandelion-writer]

𑁍 aaah congratulations on 600 followers~ you've come a long way! could i participate in your "blid date" event too, please? i'd like a male match and don't mind knowing other possible results!

my mbti is infj and i am a virgo. i'm quiet but friendly, sometimes even described as "too nice" due to my love for helping others. then again, i tend to be subconsciously picky with the people i actually want to get to know and keep my distance from rest (while still getting along). i try my best to be positive and hard-working and enjoy the little things in life!

for dates i love either staying in and having a comfy anime/movie marathonvwith home-made snacks, or going to some place with many activities (like an amusement park, hikes in forests, karaoke or shopping malls). places with pretty sceneries are also romantic for me, so stargazing walks along a beach during sunset/sunrise are lovely ♡︎

i value loyalty, sincerety and comfortable silence in relationships. someone who's patient, doesn't mind my bad jokes and knows when it's time for a change of pace is probably the best for me. i don't mind an extrovert as long as they're considerate!

for first dates i wouldn't kiss straight on the lips, but one on the cheek or forehead is cute. hand-holding is fine as well! i'd rather focus on getting to know the person before going to anything mire romantic.

that's all, thank you so much for taking time to read this! i hope you have a lovely day and stay safe ♡︎

A/N: Of course you can! And thank you so much for the congratulations <3 I thought about a lot of possible ones for you honestly, but I hope you enjoyed what I came up with. This was my first time writing Chongyun so...bear with me? Also wishing you a wonderful day, and to stay safe :D

For the sake of it, he does not have congenital positivity (did I spell it right?) in this scenario.

But without further ado, you're going with...

Chongyun!

My reasons!

For the most part, you and him are quite similar. I believe he would value how hard working and positive you are and would gladly enjoy small things with you (he is also quite the hard worker after all). Chongyun is not a grand person after all, quite the opposite in fact, I think he is quite humble. He likes and appreciates that you are nice and love to help because he too wants to help people by keeping them away from evil spirits (I feel like he'll also help any average person in need). For significant others I think Chongyun would be flexible to match with but someone on the quieter, calmer side would help him maintain his cool demeanor (literally!) a little easier. And lastly, I just think he checks all the boxes: loyal, sincere, patient, doesn't mind comfortable silence. Being around Xingqiu, he doesn't mind your jokes and is able to find humour in it even if you consider them bad. My other choice for you included Zhongli, however, one thing stopped me from doing so and that is the fact that he probably wouldn't be as good as handling your jokes and that he would lack the "would know when it's time for a change of pace." So yes, I feel that the popsicle would be a better match :)

The First Date:

As you approached the movie theatre, you spot him, and involuntarily started muffling a giggle.

Gosh you almost felt bad for taking an extra five minutes, Chongyun just looked so awkward just standing there

To relieve him of his troubles, you waved frantically to get his attention. Immediately, his eyes lit up and he waved tentatively waved back.

"I'm so sorry! Did I take too long?" You were slightly out of breath after getting to him as fast as you could.

"N-not at all," Chongyun assured, smiling softly enough to melt your heart. "Shall we?"

After buying the tickets to a horror movie that you knew he liked, ignoring his 'are you sure Y/N? We can watch something else-', you bought a bucket of popcorn to share and he chose qingxin iced tea for the drinks.

Truthfully, you were indifferent towards this genre. But knowing that Chongyun liked this kind of stuff, you wanted to show him that you were observant and thoughtful enough to pick these kinds of things up.

You settle into the theatre seats and the movie begins. During the first half, it was a little hard to concentrate, what with your hand brushing against his every time you reach into the popcorn.

Every time, Chongyun would retract his hand as if he touched hot iron, clearing his throat a little or drinking the iced tea.

How cute, he's so shy! You thought, trying to contain a smile.

Soon though, the 'distractions' ended, and you ended up actually watching the movie.

Oh boy...was that a mistake

It was way scarier than you thought, but you didn't want to overreact for fear that Chongyun would notice and leave for your sake (not when he looked so into it!)

You gripped the armrest, but maybe you held onto it too hard or you let your fear show too much because he suddenly looked very concerned.

"Y/N..."

And then you heard a jumpscare happen, but your vision was dark.

He covered your eyes for you

"Y-yeah?"

The lights come on (what a relief) and you see the concern look he had on your face.

"You should have told me it was too much, we could have left."

"That's exactly what I didn't want," you mumbled.

"Yes?"

"Ah! I meant, it wasn't too bad for the most part...just the ending. And you looked so interested I didn't want to interrupt."

You fiddled with your clothes, not regretting what you did but guilty because he looked as if he was disappointed you didn't tell him you were scared.

"Hey, don't worry about it alright? Why don't we get some ice cream next? It's a little hot out," you laugh nervously, trying to cheer him up.

Chongyun looked up at you through his lashes (omghislashes), gave you a small smile and nodded.

"I'll make it up to you I promise! This place has the best flavours," you led him by the arm to a brightly lit shop.

As you enter, you breathed in the lightly sweet air and excitedly brought him to the glass case containing colorful containers.

After you got your favourite combinations (you laughing at Chongyun because of the expression he had on his face when he saw Jueyun Chili ice cream exists), you sat down by the window to people watch.

"You got a little something," he pointed to his cheek.

"Hm?" you rubbed at the area you thought he was referring but didn't find anything.

"It's more to the ah- left, hold on," he reached over to rub at the spot of dessert stuck to your face.

At such a simple touch, you felt your stomach exploding with butterflies, hand immediately flying to the spot his fingers just left. He looked at you, dazed, as if not believing himself for just doing that.

Well let's just say there was a lot of spluttering after that.

Looking out, the sun was starting to set, so Chongyun offered to head back before it started getting dark.

He insisted to walk you home, the both of you draped in a calm silence. You both enjoyed the evening air in each other's presences, and you were glad that he didn't make you feel as if you needed to talk to connect. You decide that it was a nice feeling, and he was a very nice person to spend time with.

"We're here," you announced once you reached the building. "Thank you for today Chongyun, I had a lot of fun!"

"Likewise," he scratched at his neck,"I had a great time-"

You had kissed him on the cheek as an impulse. "Goodbye! Give me a call when you reach home!"

And off you went, running inside to leave the poor boy spotaneously combusting on the street.

[itsonlyahiatus-ihope]

Harry Imagine

(takes place in 2011)

(Also pretend this concert is during the day. Also pretend technology back then is how it is now)

"Y/n, I need you to take Sarah to the concert." "Who is she even seeing!? She is 6 and a half!" "She's going to see that one BoyBand." "You mean the completely overrated boyband?" I said while rolling my eyes. "Sure. Whatever you say." "I'm not taking her." "Too bad. I have a date." "bu-" "No but's. You're taking her. End over conversation." I scoffed and went to my room. It's unfair. I mean these Teenage boys are randomly put together and all of a sudden they are the biggest bands on the planet. And they have my 6 year old sister wrapped around their little finger! And how is it that I have been trying to go to a Jonas Brothers show for like 2 years and we never have the money. But when my little sister wants to go to a One Direction concert she gets to go immediately. And on top of that they are VIP tickets. It's so dumb. I heard a knock on my door. "Go away!" The door opened and it was my little sister. She sat on my bed and said, "Ya know if you really don't want to take me I get it. We can just stay home. And I'll probably never get a chance to meet anyone famous ever again. And even if I do I'm sure it won't be Niall." (Niall is her favorite) Of course I hated the idea of going. But I what I hated even more was the idea of my little sister being upset. "Fine. I'll take you. Now go get ready. We leave in an hour." She went to my mom and got ready. I got changed my clothes and did my hair.

(at the show)

It was towards the end of the show and we were front row. Which seems cool and all. But there were so many girls pushing and shoving. I had to hold Sarah up to make sure she didn't get hurt. But my body was being smashed into the metal bars. Sarah somehow got the attention of a security guard. He helped us over the barrier. He walked us outside the building. He made sure we were okay, then was about to walk away. "Hey mister!" Sarah said. He turned around and said, "Will we still be able to go to the meet and greet?" "Do you have your VIP tickets?" He asked looking to me. I reached into my pocket and didn't feel them. "I'm so sorry Sarah. They must have fallen out of my pocket." She frowned and the security guard said, "Well I'm sorry young lady." He walked back inside. "Okay, let's go home." A small tear rolled down her cheek. I picked her up and sat her on a bench that was near by. "Hey, why are you crying?" "I just really wanted to meet them." "I know. And I'm so sorry about dropping the tickets." "Can we at least play at the park?" She said not looking at me. "Sure." We walked over to the park that was right next to the venue. I pushed her around on the swings when she heard something. "ICE CREAM TRUCK!" I smiled and we went over to the ice cream truck. "Okay, Sarah what would you like?" I asked her. "Ummm... The ice cream taco!" I laughed then ordered the taco. I went to grab my wallet and realized it wasn't in my pocket. That must have fallen to. "I'm sorry Sarah. My wallet must have fallen out of my pockets along with our tickets." "It's okay." She said sounding bummed. "I'm so sorry, I don't have any money." I said to the guy in the truck. He was about to put the ice cream back when someone said, "Here I'll get it." I looked over and saw a fimilar face. Though I had no idea why they looked so familiar. Sarah looked over as well. "Oh... My... Gosh!" The boy let out a small chuckle. "Well hi." He said. "You're Niall Horan." Sarah said, still in shock. Wait... Did she just say Niall? Okay it's a little creepy that a six year old knows his last name. "I am, and what's your name?" "S-Sarah" "Well it's nice to meet you." After a few moments the boy payed for the ice cream. "You didn't have to do that." I said with a smile. "Maybe not. But I wanted to." "Well thank you." Sarah kept talking to Niall for a few minutes when someone walked up behind Niall. He looked and saw Sarah. "Hi." He said as he smiled. "Hi!" She said sounding starstruck. After a few moments we ended up talking to all five members of my sisters favorite band. "Can I show you something?" Sarah asked the boys. "Um sure. But I think Harry is gonna stay here. He needs to rest the foot." "Okay!" She said. They all got up and walked with her to the playground. "So what happened to your foot?" I asked to the boy sitting across from me. "During the last song water got spilled and I slipped and rolled my ankle." "Ouch." "It's not too bad. I think Liam was overreacting." I let out a small laugh and he said, "So, your sister is a big fan." "Oh, yeah. HUGE! I mean she loves you guys." "Yeah, what about you. You seem to be, well, cold." "Well yeah, I'm not a fan." "Then why were you front row at the concert?" "How did you kn-" "I saw you guys in the front row right before you were escorted out." "Oh." "So, why did you come if you aren't a fan. I mean why didn't one of your parents bring her?" "Well my mom was on a date. And my dad, that's a whole nother story." "Oh, okay." "Yeah, and my sister basically guilt tripped me into bringing her." "I mean I think every little kid does that." "Yeah, well she is good at it." He laughed a bit and we continued talking. "But seriously, she is like your biggest fan. I honestly think she knows more about you 5 boys then she does me. And she is 6!" I said laughing. "Wow, that's commitment." "No kidding." While talking to Harry I got a text.

Mom: What time are you gonna be home? The concert ended like 8 hours ago!

Me: Oh My God! I'm sorry. I didn't realize how late it was. I guess the time slipped away from us.

Mom: Okay, well it's almost 9. So get home.

Me: Okay we will be home soon.

I looked up from my phone and said, "I'm sorry. I should be getting home. I didn't even realize how late it was." "Oh wow, it's already dark." "No kidding." We both got up and walked to the playground. "Sarah, it's time to go." "Awe! But I'm having so much fun!" "I know. But mom is getting worried." "Okay." She hugged each of the boys and I said thank you to them. You know, for hanging out with her, and I thanked Niall for getting that Ice cream. We almost got to the car when I heard someone said, "Wait up!" I turned around and saw Louis. "Oh, hey." "Hey." "What's up?" "We were about to leave when we saw something on the ground. I'm guessing it's yours." He put his hand out and showed the wallet I had lost. "Oh wow. Thank you." I said with a smile. "Of course. Oh and we also found these." He said as he handed us two VIP tickets. "You found our tickets!" Sarah said. "Yeah." "Now I can put mine on my wall." She said with even more excitement. She hugged Louis and he let out a small laugh. "Well, see you around." He said. I nodded and Sarah waved bye. Sarah and I got in my car and drove home.

(at the house)

"Where have you two been!? I've been worried sick! I thought something happened to you!" "Mom! I had the best day ever!" "That's great. But it's time for bed. You can tell me all about it in the morning. And y/n, we will talk about this after I get her tucked into bed." I nodded and leaned against the counter waiting for her to come back. Once she came back she said, "Now where the hell were you two?" "Well we went to the concert. But somehow we got front row. I ended up being smashed into the barrier. A security guard helped Sarah and I out of the crowd. But we ended up outside. We asked if we could still go to the Meet and greet. But we had to have our tickets. But the tickets fell out of my pocket when we were climbing over the barrier. Then Sarah was really upset so I wanted to make her happy. So I took her to the playground. Then she heard an ice cream truck and so we went to get her some ice cream. When I was about to pay I realized I lost my wallet. But then someone said they would pay for it. I turned around and saw Niall-" "hold on. You just expect me to believe a member of the band you went to see just happened to be nice and pay for the ice cream?" "Yes. Now let me finish. He payed for the ice cream and then we started talking to him. Then the rest of the boys came over we started talking with them. Then Sarah convinced the boys to go to the playground with her. Except Harry, he had a hurt ankle so I sat and talked with him. Then time got away from me and I got a text from you." "Wow, thanks for lying to me. Next time you come up with a lie, make it believable." "It's true." "You so don't have proof." "Of course I do. Here is a picture of Sarah and Harry. And one of her and Louis." I showed her the pictures.

(just pretend it was outside)

(a few days later)

I went to grab a card out of my wallet when I saw a piece of paper. I grabbed it and opened it up. It had a phone number on it.

'###-###-#### -H'

I smiled and put it in my phone. Then I messaged the number.

Me: Hey, I'm pretty sure I know who this is. But would you tell me who you are? Just in case...

H: Well I'm Harry. But who is this?

Me: y/n. We met a few days ago.

H: Oh, right. Wait, how did you get my number?

Me: Well I looked in my wallet and saw a piece of paper.and it had a number on it. So I texted it.

H: That's weird.

Me: Wait, you mean you didn't put it in my wallet?

H: Nope. I thought you lost your wallet.

Me: Well I did. But Louis said you guys found it. And he brought it to me.

H: Well now we know how you got my number.

Me: We do?

H: Yeah, Louis obviously gave it to you.

Me: Well then.

Harry and I texted for a while. "Who ya talking to?" Sarah asked. "Harry." "NO WAY! WHEN DID YOU GET HARRY'S PHONE NUMBER!?!?" "Chill out." "No way! Can I say hi!?!" "Not right now." "Okay. Fine." I laughed a bit then went back to texting Harry.

[madphantom]

The Sound of Life - Chapter 4

The next morning they were eating breakfast. Phoenix was still wearing her pajamas.

"Phoenix," Winslow suddenly said.

"Yeah?"

Winslow looked as shy as he had on the day Phoenix had seen him for the first time. "Ahum... Phinny..."

"Yeah?"

"Phinny... on Friday it's my sister Lucy's birthday. I...I think it's about time you meet my family."

For a second she was very quiet. Then: "Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh."

Dunphy looked just like it had when Winslow had left to look for fame. A soft summer wind was blowing over the yellow fields and playing with his hair. The sky was blue. First golden leaves were sailing across the streets, but most trees were still green. Some people passed them. Not everyone recognized Winslow. Those who did looked surprised or shocked. And they whispered.

"Look!"

"It's him! It's Winslow!"

"Harry's kid!"

"The Leach boy! The one who ran off to New York!"

"The musical one, who got lessons from Carmine!"

"My God, what happened to his face?"

"And who's the girl?"

"Yes, who's the girl?"

Before he rang the doorbell Winslow realized that Phoenix deserved a warning. "Phoenix...I have five talkative sisters."

She laughed. "Good company for me. Let's go."

He pressed the bell.

For a few seconds nothing happened. Then the door opened. The fragile elderly woman in the doorway had fluffy hair and was wearing thick glasses. She hadn't changed a bit.

"Winslow!", Joan Leach yelped and pulled him into a long hug.

"Winslow?" Suddenly a tall lanky girl with equally thick glasses and a ponytail appeared in the corridor. "Winslow, bro!" She sprinted over and joined her mother in hugging the lost son.

"Whatcha sayin... Wins'!!!"

"The lost son has returned!"

"Bro! Bro! Bro!"

"Winsy! I knew you'd come back!"

"Sonny, don't you ever dare scare your poor old dad like that again!"

In the end, four siblings and the father had joined the group hug. Phoenix was awkwardly standing next to them.

Finally Momma Leach chased her children off. "Dear God, we're gonna suffocate the lost sheeple. Emmy, Jenny...Jenny! Sandy! Ellie! Harry, don't smother your son like that, I want him to live another day. Winslow, for God's sake, what kind of trouble did you get in in New York?"

He laughed shyly. "I'm gonna tell you later, first of all-" He reached out for Phoenix and pulled her to his side. "- I want you to meet Phoenix, my girlfriend."

"We've lived to see the day, my wee lil bro got himself a girlfriend," Emmy commented.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. The girl shrugged her shoulders. Winslow laughed.

"Why are we standing in the doorway?", Jenny suddenly asked. "Come in! Let's get in the living room!"

They sat down at the table. The twins, Sandy and Ellie, brought two extra chairs.

"Winslow, we want you to tell us everything," Poppa Leach said. "And Phoenix...if he exaggerates stop him from doing that."

She laughed. "I will."

"First things first: What the hell happened to your visage?", Emmy asked.

"Emmy!"

"What? He was ugly already when he left, but it was definitely not the pollution in NYC that made him even uglier."

"Emmy!"

"No, no, she's right," Winslow laughed. "Gosh, Emmy, I missed your salty comments."

"See, mum?" She grinned triumphantly.

"Anyway," Winslow continued. "I got my head caught in a record press."

Poppa Leach looked over to Phoenix. "I asked you to prevent him from exaggerating."

"In fact he's understating,' Phoenix mumbled.

"Gosh, Winslow you've always been one clumsy individual, but this just takes the cake."

"Emmy!"

"How is it even possible to do that?"

"Right, how do you get your head caught in a fucking record press, Winslow?"

"Sandy! Language!"

"I tried to destroy all copies of Faust Death Records printed," Winslow tried to explain.

"Oh yeah, I heard those bastards play your stuff on the radio...!"

"Ellie! Language!" Everyone laughed.

"And your voice?", Joan asked.

"Same thing."

"I've told you, son, New York is no good," Harry murmured.

"But how did you two meet, I'm curious!", Jenny burst out. Everyone else was quick to beg Winslow to tell the story. He laughed. "Well, I heard her sing Faust and..."

"Dot dot dot? Ey yo, you're not usually that type," Emmy remarked.

"Emmy!"

"Sorry momma."

"We kind of lost contact after we first met and then later Winslow found me again and we had a chat - I didn't recognize him then, because-" - Phoenix gesticulated at Winslow - "-Face. Then the next day Winslow saved me from being shot and got wounded himself and while he was in hospital we started talking and, well, became a couple."

"Awwwww," Jenny commented. "Hey, Phoenix, you're his first girlfriend, just so you know."

"Really?" Phoenix looked over to Winslow. "You didn't tell me!"

He blushed. Everyone laughed.

"Lucy is gonna marry soon too!", Ellie burst out.

"Really?" Winslow raised his eyebrows. "What'd I miss?"

Sandy grinned mischievously. "His name is Oskar. He's a historian from Germany. He's divorced and has a kid."

"They met in the grocery store!", Ellie yelled.

"I wanna know more!"

"She bumped into him..."

"...more or less deliberately."

"Less, according to her! Apparently it was an accident!"

"Sure."

"When is she coming?"

"Should arrive any minute, Winslow. Get ready for confused German mumbling!"

Everyone laughed.

"I left the cake in the oven!", Joan yelled and rushed into the kitchen. She returned with a warm oven-fresh cherry pie. A wonderful smell filled the living room. Winslow felt truly at home. The doorbell rang.

"That's them!", one of the twins yelled and sped off to open the door.

"She's gonna go flippin' when she sees you, Winsy," Jenny whispered.

"I hope she doesn't get a heart attack from your visage, bro," Emmy joked.

"Emmy!", Joan hissed. Winslow quickly combed his hair over his bad eye.

"That's not necessary, you know," Phoenix remarked.

"I was just joking," Emmy agreed.

"I know, I just thought I really shouldn't shock Lucy more than necessary right away." Winslow grinned.

A short woman of around forty with wild dark blonde hair and thick glasses walked into the kitchen, only to freeze as soon as she spotted her long lost brother. She stared at him in pure shock.

"Winslow?!"

"Hi." He grinned like a young shark.

Behind Lucy a lanky redhead of forty and a little girl with pigtails appeared.

"Hey, Lucy, what's wrong?", Oskar asked.

She pointed at Winslow, her face as pale as if she'd seen a ghost. "Tha-tha-that's my brother...and he's dead!"

"Happy Birthday," Winslow replied.

Lucy looked like she'd just been forced to swallow a rolled up newspaper. "H-h-how this possible?"

She was so shocked she'd literally forgotten grammar.

The Leaches looked at each other and collectively burst out laughing at Lucy's puzzled expression. Finally Winslow got up and walked over to her.

"Jesus was resurrected," Emmy commented.

"Emmy! No jokes about God!"

"Sure, mum."

Lucy blinked five times. Then she reached out and touched Winslow to convince herself that he was, in fact, real and standing in front of her. Then her eyes widened. "I'm not dreaming!"

"Nope."

And suddenly she launched herself forward and gave him a hug. Winslow laughed. "It's nice to see you too, Sis." Over his sister's shoulder he greeted Oskar, who looked quite baffled. "Hi, you must be Oskar. My sisters told me about you..."

"Ja," Oskar replied in confusion, then realized he was speaking the wrong language. "Ich...I mean - yes, I'm Oskar."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Winslow Leach." They shook hands and Lucy let Winslow go. She reached behind herself and took the little girl's hand. "Maite, c'mon. Winslow, this is Maite... Oskar's daughter. Maite, this is Winslow - your uncle."

Maite tilted her head curiously. "Mr Winslow, why do you have silver teeth?"

"What?", Lucy asked in confusion, followed by a "Holy shit!"

She looked absolutely helpless. "Oh my God...oh my God...I... I...I need a chair."

Sandy brought her one and Lucy plummeted onto the seat. She was still staring at Winslow like he was a ghost. Joan served the cake. "Lucy, will you drop the plate if I give it to you?"

"Wha - no." She took it. She was still staring at Winslow.

"Her eyes are going to pop out any second," Harry commented.

"H-how come you're here?!", Lucy asked Winslow.

He laughed. "Ah well... it's a long story. But first of all, I want you to meet Phoenix - my girlfriend."

"Hi." Phoenix waved. "It's nice to meet you."

"Okay, I must be dreaming," Lucy slowly and serenely uttered. "Winslow's back, he got a makeover and he has a girlfriend. I'm asleep and my brain is playing tricks on me."

Winslow and Emmy collectively rolled their eyes.

"Now you're overreacting," Jenny said.

"No, I'm not." Lucy finally managed a shaky laugh. "Alright. Winsly - you have a lot to explain." She frowned. "Hey, what's that with your eye?"

Winslow wiped away his hair and Lucy visibly paled. "Alright, the tabloids weren't lying."

"Nope," Phoenix agreed. And then Winslow started telling the wild story that had happened to him. Joan gave everyone pieces of cake. Occasionally Winslow was interrupted by gasps, either from Lucy or Jenny or Joan. The twins admired Winslow's makeover. Harry asked him whether metal teeth were more useful than usual ones. Phoenix and Emmy soon appeared to get along greatly. Ellie slid off and returned with Winslow's long-lost copy of Goethe's Faust - she'd borrowed it. It was a wonderful afternoon.

When it got dark Lucy and her new family left to drive back to Oskar's home. The twins were sent to bed, but of course they didn't even bother to go.

"It is crazy to get you back, bro," Emmy at some point commented. "Specially with that Goth upgrade you got."

Winslow chuckled. "Thanks."

"Still," Jenny added. "I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up tomorrow and it would've just been a particularly nice dream."

"Me neither," Winslow laughed.

Joan checked her watch. "It's getting late. Did you take the train?"

"Yes." Phoenix nodded.

"The last train goes at midnight," Emmy said. "Will you take it?"

"Probably," Winslow replied.

"Then you oughta hurry. It's eleven thirty," Joan said. She sighed. "Winslow, I don't want to sound like a stereotypical country mum, but I hate to see you leave."

He chuckled. "I'll come back."

"You promised that last time."

"And I kept my promise, didn't I?"

"You were a year late."

"But I came."

"I have an idea," Phoenix suddenly said. "I can just leave our phone number. And y'all can call. Whenever you feel like it."

And so they did. Phoenix scribbled down her number. Then they left. When Winslow turned around for the last time he saw his family standing in the doorway and waving.

He smiled and waved back.

[celestialsonata7]

“I feel like people think I'm being way too dramatic about all of this. After all, it was just one negative post about me, and it wasn't even directed at me” babe, please if this happened to me I’d be freaking out so bad and feel so anxious!! You are in no way overreacting! And it WAS targeted at you because they linked your post and called it trash, so you have every right to feel upset! Frankly you are handling it really well, what they said was cruel and awful! Love you, stag strong ❤️

Oh my gosh, thank you so much for saying that. It is really incredibly sweet of you say. Thank you for thinking I’m handling it well, though honestly if you saw the anxiety attacks you probably wouldn’t think so, haha. But really, it is so very kind and wonderful of you to come and spread the positivity and lift me when I have just been feeling crumby all day. Thank you so much!

[baseballbitch116]

Who’s He?

Eminem x Reader

Warnings: Tiny implication of smut, language

Word Count: 713

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You held back a yelp and hid your face in the crook of his neck. His arm drapes over your shoulder, pulling you closer against his chest. “S'fine," he mutters, chuckling at your behavior over a movie.

You guys are watching The Insidious, which isn't all that scary, but the jumpscares keep startling you, and the atmosphere was tense, but you were trying not to overreact... Marshall pulls you into his lap and you lean back and rest your head on his chest. You try to focus more on him than on the movie. You love the way you feel when he holds you. You intertwine your hands and play with his fingers, then look up at him and smile. The slightest hint of a smile creeps onto his face. You can't resist to lean up and peck his lips. There's butterflies in your stomach, you love it.

But of course, a good moment can't last, as there is a knock at the door. He groans, mumbling to himself. You smile and stand up. He keeps his hands on your hips. “Just leave em, won't be nobody important.” He mumbles, trying to pull you back. You kiss his knuckles and pull away, walking toward the door. It's a man, your age, with a woman. “Hi... Can I help you?” You ask. He looks vaguely familiar, but you can't place where you know him from.

“Y/N?” The man asks. You nod slowly, confusion written all over your face.

“Do I know you?”

“Y/B/F/N. Y/B/F/L/N.” he says with a huge smile. Your jaw drops.

“No way!” He nods. “Oh my God!” you exclaim, giving him a huge hug. You haven't seen him since freshman year of college, you guys used to be so close.

“What's wrong?” you hear Marshall say as he approaches the door.

“Holy shit...” Your long lost friend mumbles, and you laugh. Obviously he's a fan.

“I'm DJ, his fiancee.” the girl introduces herself with a smile.

“Oh my.... Wait, I remember you! Wait!!! Fiance!?!! Oh my gosh!!!” you exclaim excitedly, hugging the girl. “You're engaged?!” You can't help but freak out, ushering them both inside.

“Who're they?” Marshall grumbles to you as you lead them into the living room.

“Really old friends," you reply. “How the hell did you find me?!” you exclaim, sitting down across from them.

“Well we're getting married, and I wanted to give you your invitation in person, so I called up Y/F/N.” He explains, handing you an invitation.

After about two hours of catching up, Y/B/F/N and DJ went back to their hotel and you collapsed into bed with Marshall. He was quiet, not saying a word or even looking at you, so you figured he was just grumpy again. He was on his phone, not acknowledging you, for at least twenty minutes, before you decide to ask him. “You okay?” He grunts in response. “Alright then...” You mutter, not in the mood to deal with his temper.

“Why were ya so happy to see that guy?” He asks. You realize that he's probably jealous, and sit up, facing him.

“We grew up together, I haven't seen him in years. And finding out he's engaged was really exciting.” You reply with a smile.

“You never get that excited... Did ya ever fuck?” He asks, looking at you. You bite your tongue to keep from laughing at his serious question, noticing the vulnerability he's attempting not to show.

“No way, he's always been like a brother to me.” You assure him, stroking his arm.

“Sure bout that?” He asks, looking away from you.

“Positive. I love you. Nobody else.” You say, kissing his cheek.

“Alright...” He mumbles.

“So will you be my date to their wedding next month?” You ask with a grin.

He rolls his eyes, a small hint of a smile forming. You lean in and give him a quick kiss, in which he deepens. He tangles his hands in your hair, moving closer to you. You pull him closer by his shoulders, signaling him to get on top of you; which he happily does. You spend the rest of the night showing him just how much you love him... ;)

[fyeahbatcat]

Why do I feel like this is gonna end pretty bad? Look at the bigger picture: justice league will probably stop Batman, and given Selina's actual development, she's a wanted villain who killed 237 people (even though we know she didn't do it). I was extremely happy with all the engagement, but it seems to me they will put on that Batman is 'crazy' or something. I don't know. I'm worried. Maybe I'm overreacting, I don't know.

This is what Tom King said about how people around him are going to react:

Some people are going to think, ‘Oh, my gosh, he’s gone insane, we need to fix him.’ And others will go, ‘He’s gone sane. We finally have a Batman we’ve been looking for’.

The onlyreason people, including those in his life, would perceive this as “Batman iscrazy” is because it seems out of character for him to want to pursue personalhappiness. He’s become so pigeonholed into the role of brooding, miserable,justice-obsessed orphan that people can’t see him as anything else or wanting anything else, and that’s exactly the perception that Tom King is trying to disrupt. Thereis no reason why his sanity should be questioned just because he wantshappiness in his life because that’s something that every reasonable personwould want. The decision for Batman to pursue happiness isn’t the result of amental lapse and it didn’t come out of nowhere. How it manifested itself waspretty surprising but there are actual recent events where you can see howBatman’s way of thinking and motivations have evolved and that, my friends, is character development. 

“The Button” was a pinnacle moment in this. This is in a sense Bruce seeing his father forthe first time as a father himself. Flashpoint Thomas Wayne carries the same burdenthat Bruce carries. He understands the costs of a lifetime of crimefighting, neverending suffering and personal sacrifice, and he doesn’t wantthat for his *son*. He told Bruce to find happiness.This forces Bruce toreflect on the example that he’s setting for his own son and he realizes thatDamian is going down the same path as him and that’s not the life he wants for himeither. In a way it was three generation converging past, present, and future and essentially Thomas was saying “it’s too late for me but it’s not too late for you.” Bruce made a very conscientious decision to seek happiness in his lifeand he believes that that involves Selina Kyle. There was nothing “crazy” aboutit.  

Some people are going to be okay with it; some are not, and it might disrupt some of his other relationships. Bruce isn’t going to let the feelings of third parties dictate his actions otherwise he wouldn’t have knowingly, illegally broken into a closed country. I see his attitude about it being more like ‘you don’t have to like it but it’s happening’. King has 100 issues planned so far, this engagement isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

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PART II: GRANGER SENDING OFF

Third Person’s POV

Feeling the warm summer's air was one of Cassie's many favorites. The warm heat of the sun feeling welcoming as it kisses her skin, she smiled to herself as she took her sunglasses whilst wearing it.

"You ready?" a sweet voice came from behind as the 15 year old Cassiopeia turned around to face her mother.

"Yup!" She beamed as she hugged her mother.

"Must you really go? You just got here a week ago from school and now you're leaving me again for some Summer Camp?" Hermione said as she frowned, cupping the sides of her daughter's rosy cheek.

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes playfully, "Oh Mum you're overreacting, you specifically know why I'm doing this." she smirked.

Hermione just laughed ignoring the familiar smirk her daughter just wore, " — and besides Mum I'll only be gone for just three weeks." she continued.

"I know, write to me as soon as you're free, alright?" Hermione said as she tucked the loose curly brunette from her daughter's ponytail to her ears.

She stared at her daughter, Cassie's stormy gray eyes locked on her mother's golden brown orbs, her hair was curly and brunette colored just like her but at the end of her hair, a silver blonde's highlighted naturally.

Cassie's small freckles were visible across her cheeks and nose bridge as she was wearing that familiar little smirk — which Hermione always get bother of seeing — on her lips.

Hermione sighed as she hugged her.

Cassiopeia will be in her sixth year in Ilvermorny in two months from now. She just came back from school a week ago and now she's going to leave for summer camp in Florida, even though she hated to admit it, but her little girl was now growing up.

Raising her all by herself wasn't easy but seeing her daughter growing up and becoming slowly like her, strong, intelligent and brave, was definetely worth it.

The older brunette was proud. If she was even going to Hogwarts, she'll definetely be sorted in Gryffindor. Hermione suddenly frowned upon thinking of Hogwarts.

Years ago, they received her letter from the said school, but Hermione owled the Headmistress and politely declined it, saying that her daughter will only be studying in the American School of Witchcraft and Wizardry which is Ilvermorny.

"Are you alright, Mum?" Cassie spoke up, snapping Hermione out of her thoughts. The brunette smiled and kissed her daughter's cheek, "Ofcourse."

Hermione took out her hand as Cassie accepted it, "You ready? Side along apparition isn't really your thing." she asked, giggling.

Cassiopeia shrugged and close her eyes, "I got no choice, so yeah let's go."

She smiled once again, and the with a pop, the two brunettes disappeared.

Cassiopeia’s POV

When me and my Mum finally arrived at the site, my eyes immediately gazed at the busy children around me.

Parents were hugging them goodbyes and a lot of kids were formed in groups, probably went to summer camp with their friends.

I sighed with that, I do hope I can make good friends this summer, my friends back at Ilvermorny didn't seem to like the idea of joining muggle summer camp and I bet my bestfriend changed her mind of coming too —

"Cassie!!"

I nearly jumped at my spot as I heard my name been called from behind, upong the look of Mum's smiling face, I gazed towards the direction where the voice was coming from and eventually squealed as I saw my bestfriend running towards me and crushing me into a hug.

"Lyra! Oh my gosh I didn't expect to see you here!" I exclaimed as both of us pulled from our hug, "You didn't reply to any of my owls to I assumed you backed out," I pointed out as I narrowed my eyes at my bestfriend.

"Silly! Have you even heard about a 'surprise' before?" she rolled her eyes and smirked.

"Aunt Lavender didn't mentioned you'll come," I said as I gazed towards my giggling Mother beside me, narrowing my gray eyes at her.

"And you didn't bother to tell me either," I said to her as I raise a brow.

"Oh Cassie, don't give me that attitude," My mother laughed.

"Your Uncle Ron owled me last night about it and apparently Lyra here specifically instructed me to keep it a secret until we get here."

My eyes went to my bestfriend, "You sly witch," I muttered, but she just rolled her eyes and let out a cheeky grin.

"Just shut up and thank me for coming here," she said which made me laugh.

Lyra Brown is my half blood bestfriend. She's quite taller than me and even though I won't admit it to her face, my bestfriend's gorgeous, with a straight black hair and blue eyes.

We've met in Ilvermorny back when we were still in our first year, she's half british and she's the niece to Uncle Ron's wife, Lavender.

Apparently she also got an acceptance letter from Hogwarts years back just like me, but her Mother said she's better off studying in Ilvermorny like her since she lived here in America just like us.

Lyra and her family always visits England during summer break so it was quite a shock that her Mum allowed her to stay here for a month.

Actually, I'd never set foot it Wizarding London, only Muggle London — well, except for Godric's Hallow, The Burrow, and Uncle Ron and Aunt Lavender's house.

I don't know, but my Mum's really adamant about me not wondering around London's wizarding world.

can't even go to Diagon Alley with the Potters and Weasleys, it seems like she's avoiding something there, but I don't mind really.

"Good thing you were permitted by your parents or else I'll be lonely here," I said as she rolled her eyes at me.

"It's not my fault why you want to join summer camp this year," she retorted, "Damn you and your to-do'-lists."

I just shoved her playfully and I gazed at my Mother beside me, eyes twinkling with amusement, "Okay, I think I'll now leave you two here. I still got work to do, and a client meeting in an hour. I trust you two girls to behave and know where to register and the lot," my Mum said as both me and Lyra nodded.

"Keep your magic away alright? I don't want any reports from the American Ministry about you two doing mischiefs here since you're in the muggle summer camp."

I groaned inwardly and just nodded, "Ofcourse Mum, we're not that stupid to use major magic here you know, well, only minor ones. Incase of any emergencies —" I smirked.

"— and as If I misbehave." I added.

My Mother just raised a brow at me, evertime I let her see that attitude of mine she does that, I'm guessing this didn't come from her, I bet this attitude of mine came from my father.

"Just behave alright." She said sternly but her eyes betrayed her with a smile.

My Mum hugged me and kissed my cheek as she caressed it softly with her both hands, "I'll miss you and write to me often," she mumbled as I smiled at her.

"Ofcourse Mother."

And with that, she walked slowly near a big tree, glanced sideways making sure no one was looking at apparated away.

I let out a sigh and faced my bestfriend, "Let's go."

Lyrs just nodded and took her bag, "This is going to be a long month," she muttered, "I swear to Merlin Cassiopeia, if these muggles make me roll into dirt, I'll kill you before even saying Avada."

I rolled my eyes at her, "Don't be so dramatic."

find out what happens next: https://my.w.tt/3jmZo00sJ8

THE MALFOY TWINS’ TRAP

a dramione fanfic

Draco Malfoy and his best mate, Blaise Zabini along with his wife Pansy Parkinson-Zabini, decided to let their 15 yr old sons, Scorpius Malfoy and Zach Zabini to go in a Muggle Summer Camp for three weeks as punishment for their roguery behaviors in Hogwarts.

The two Slytherins dreadfully agreed, and later on discovering Scorpius' twin sister, Cassiopeia.

Finally, after days of hating each other to oblivion then forming an astonishing friendship, the two long lost siblings hatched a mischievous plan involving their divorced parents to be back together once again.