#and accepted his help and called him kind and said his name A WHOLE BUNCH and loved him and and and!!!

[spacecasehobbit]

When Oliver engineers his meetcute with Felix via the pin in Felix's bike tire, he finds Felix sitting under a tree, uselessly spinning the flate tire, and claiming to already be 10 minutes late to his tutorial after skiving off the whole past week.

And I just think this offers several really hilarious possibilities.

One: Oliver's "plan" was so spur of the moment that he doesn't even know Felix's course schedule, he has probably been skiving off his own lectures to stake out the bike shed and/or ride frantically around campus in the hopes of actually being there to "rescue" Felix next time he takes his bike out, and the fact his "plan" somehow succeeded was way more sheer dumb luck than clever planning on his part.

Two: Oliver's been watching Felix enough to have a good idea of his class schedule. With luck that only an Oliver could manage, however, he stuck the pin in Felix's bike tire right before Felix started skiving off that term. Now Oliver has been riding up and down the path between their dorms and Felix's tutorial all week without so much as a hint of Felix, had already biked up and down that path a few times the day they finally met, and was close to giving up on the bike plan entirely while trying desperately to think of how else he could engineer a meetcute, when he finally ran across Felix who had definitely set out 10 minutes late to tutorial in the first place and had only been sitting under that tree for like one minute, tops, when Oliver found him, and Oliver was just so excited that his plan had finally worked that he happily ignored the part where Felix cares zero percent about his classes but still uses the, "Oh, woe is me, however shall I salvage my school work, kind stranger?" act to get Oliver to fix his problem for him when Oliver stops to talk to him.

Three: Felix is lying about having skived off the whole previous week and possibly lying about being 10 minutes late to his tutorial, too. In fact, Oliver finds Felix sitting uselessly next to his broken bike exactly when he expected to find him. However, Oliver is still so excited that his plan worked that he absolutely does not care what nonsense Felix is making up about skiving and being late and whatever, who cares, Felix is noticing him and talking to him and Oliver is Doing A Plan and It Is Working, and Felix literally doesn't need to try so hard to convince Oliver to help him because Oliver would help Felix with literally anything Felix wanted, even if he hadn't kinda sorta 100% completely been the reason Felix even needed help in the first place.

[movedtone0mile]

the perfect hostess

60s AU 

husband!Jaehyun x housewife!F!reader

feat Johnny and Taeyong

warnings: 60s gender roles, mention of alcohol, johnny and taeyong are attracted to Y/N, smut, minors dni!!! bad english from a french person (blame grammarly), probably anachronisms idk how folks talked in this period but you ain’t reading this for historical accuracy.

word count: 3.5K

AN: I tried something new ok, I addressed Y/N as “she” rather than “you”, tell me if you have a preference, but I’m not a big fan of this formula (“she” sounds more repetitive to me for some reason and I had to use  ”Y/N”  a lot more which I know can bother some people)

summary: Jaehyun loves his wife, she's lovely, pretty and most importantly: the perfect hostess. So when he invites his co-workers Johnny and Taeyong over, he's pleased to see that they all envy his marriage.

Jaehyun and Y/N could not be a happier couple. They lived in a well-furnished suburban house, Y/N was a dedicated housewife and Jaehyun was a successful businessman. He worked hard to provide for his family, but always found time to enjoy his wife’s company, despite his busy schedule. Oh Y/N was certain she made the best match in town. 

Jaehyun was very much in love with his wife, and always looked forward to coming home to her after a long day at work. Y/N, on her side, admired Jaehyun's work and dedication to what he did. She loved hearing about his work projects and the challenges he faced. So when Jaehyun suggested this dinner with his colleagues, she was happy to accept. “It sounds like a great idea darling.”

He nodded excitedly. “Yes, I would be delighted if you met them.” Walking behind her, he blew air on her exposed neck, making her shiver. “And it would also be an opportunity for me to show off your fantastic cooking skills.” 

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at his compliment. "Well, I'd love to have them over. How many are we talking about?"

“Just a few. Two, maybe.” Jaehyun said. “I would not want the whole office to think that I am their friend. I have to maintain some kind of hierarchy, you know.” 

"I'll start planning the menu then," Y/N replied, already thinking about the dishes she could prepare.

“Well, we are not in a hurry..” Jaehyun kissed her neck, down to her clavicles and Y/N gripped the counter as she sighed. 

꧁ ♡ ꧂

Dinner was scheduled for Friday, and as the end of the week approached, Y/N's excitement grew, and she spent her week focusing on making sure everything was perfect. She was both impatient and anxious. She was determined to make a good impression. 

On the morning of the dinner, Y/N woke up early, eager to get started on the preparations. She took extra care in selecting the ingredients for the meal, making sure they were fresh and of the highest quality. She meticulously cleaned and arranged the dining room, preparing the house for the arrival of Jaehyun and his colleagues. Then, she spent hours in the kitchen, cooking up a storm. 

In the evening, she heard the sound of keys turning in the lock, accompanied by a bunch of husky voices. The men arrived promptly at the agreed-upon time, Jaehyun insisted on not making his wife wait. 

When they walked through the door, Y/N rushed out of her apron and into the lobby. 

The two men putting their jackets on the coat rack were very handsome. The former threw her a bright smile, to which she responded shyly, meanwhile, the other was taller than Jaehyun and had sharp eyes. Hers dropped to the floor, and she did not dare to hold eye contact with him. 

“Don’t mind her, she can be a bit shy.” Jaehyun chuckled. 

His soft smile managed to ease his wife a little, and she eventually welcomed their guests with a warm demeanour. Jaehyun introduced Y/N to the two men, who she now recognized as Taeyong and Johnny. Jaeyhun had insisted on her calling them by their first names, but she did not feel comfortable enough yet.

Y/N led her guests to the dining room, where they were met with a beautifully set table and the delicious smell of the food she had prepared. Jaehyun followed closely behind and the group settled in around the table. 

꧁ ♡ ꧂

Y/N came back from the kitchen, holding a platter of steaming hot lasagna in her hands. She felt a surge of nervous excitement when she set it in the centre of the beautiful spread she had laid on the table her husband and his colleagues were seated. “I hope you all like lasagna.”

Jaehyun looked up at her with a grin. “I am sure it will be perfect, love.”

Johnny and Taeyong took in her elegant dress and overall stunning appearance and smiled. She felt her cheeks flush under their gaze, not used to receiving the attention of men who weren’t her husband. 

“Thank you for having us over, Y/N.” Taeyong said, his voice smooth. “It looks absolutely delicious.”

Johnny nodded in agreement, his eyes still fixed on his friend’s wife. “Yeah thanks for having us. You look beautiful, by the way.”

Jaehyun arched an eyebrow and Y/N, flattered, muttered a small “thank you”. 

As they started to dig into the lasagna, Y/N watched the men anxiously, waiting for their reaction. She needn’t have worried though. 

“This is amazing, Y/N,” Taeyong said between bites. “You are a fantastic cook.”

“I have to say, Jaehyun, you’re lucky to have such a talented wife.” His colleague added. 

Jaehyun’s eyes narrowed at the comment, curious about where this was going. 

Y/N, on the other hand, was simply relieved that her efforts had paid off. 

The dinner progressed and Jaehyun, Johnny and Taeyong found themselves drawn into a conversation about business -probably to avoid the elephant in the room. They discussed challenges they faced, other co-workers and business strategies.

Y/N, noticing the intensity of the conversation, couldn’t help but feel a little left out. She had always been proud of her husband’s success in his field, but she had little interest in it.

As the conversation continued, she excused herself from the table, taking their now empty plates with her. The technical jargon and strategic planning were a bit too much for her, and she felt a little out of place. She retreated to the kitchen to clean up a bit and finish preparing dessert. 

Jaehyun had noticed her discomfort. He had realized that the conversation had become a little too technical and business-oriented for her liking. He did feel a twinge of guilt for not including her more, but he needed her out in order to discuss the matter he wanted to discuss with the men at the table.

He hadn’t even need to bring the subject up by himself, as after a moment of awkward silence, Johnny spoke up. “Jaehyun, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you are very lucky to have a wife like yours.”

Taeyong nodded in agreement. “It is hard not to be drawn to her…”

“I can see why you’re so crazy about her man.” the taller man pursued, sipping on his wine. 

At first, Jaehyun had felt a twinge of jealousy. He loved Y/N more than anything in the world, and the thought of anyone else showing interest in her would usually upset him. But right now, he found the situation quite amusing. In fact, he felt a strange sense of pride that his wife could be so appealing to other men. It was proof of how wonderful she was, and he couldn’t help but feel a little smug about the fact that he was the one to have you. 

 “She is quite amazing, right?”

Taeyong and Johnny both nodded, their eyes lingering on the kitchen door, where Y/N had disappeared. 

“You guys seem to be really interested in Y/N.” Jaehyun said, looking directly at them. 

Taeyong and Johnny exchanged a glance before Johnny spoke up again.

“I told you, and I told her, I won’t deny that she is a very attractive woman,” he said “but we would never do anything to jeopardize your marriage, I hope you know that. We are friends after all.”

Jaehyun took a sip of his drink before responding. 

“I am very lucky to have her, indeed.”

Setting down his glass, he stood up, “Excuse me for a moment, gentlemen. I need to check on my wife.” and made his way to the kitchen to find her. 

When he found her, Y/N was arranging the plates for dessert. He could see the tension in her shoulders and got closer. 

“Are you okay darling?”

She jumped when she noticed him, looking up. “Yes, I’m fine don’t worry.”

Putting his head on her shoulder, he waited quietly for her to be honest, as he always did, and it had always worked. 

“I feel a little out of place with all that business talk.” She admitted. “I don’t understand all those technical terms, and I feel like I don’t belong in the conversation…”

He wrapped his arms around her before apologizing: “I am sorry Y/N. I should have made sure you were included.”

“It’s okay. I know it’s important to you, and I want you to know that I am proud of you and all of your accomplishments.” With that, she turned around and leaned in to kiss him softly. 

Jaehyun helped Y/N carry all the plates when they both emerged from the kitchen. Y/N apologized for her absence and, now in better spirits she was ready to be attentive to all of her guests’ needs, making sure they had everything they needed and that their glasses were always full. She engaged in lively conversations, in which they seemed very interested, and quickly found herself enjoying their company. She was grateful for the opportunity to get to know her husband’s colleagues and friends better. 

However, as they chatted and laughed over dinner, Jaehyun couldn’t help but notice the way that Taeyong and Johnny paid his wife extra attention. They both leaned in when she spoke, their eyes never leaving her. It was as if they were both competing for her attention. 

Even though Y/N enjoyed both of their companies, her impressions of Johnny and Taeyong were quite different. 

Taeyong was very charming, and she already grew acquainted with his infectious laugh. She found herself giggling at his jokes and feeling an odd flutter in her stomach when he shot her a smile. He was attentive, engaging and seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say. There was something about him that was hard to resist.

On the other hand, she couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by Johnny’s presence. Something about him made her feel strange. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, with his intense gaze and easy smile, or maybe it was the way he seemed to effortlessly dominate the conversation, his every word commanding attention, even from her husband. 

However she felt, she felt a little guilty for feeling this way. After all, they were colleagues and friends of Jaehyun’s, but she couldn’t help it. 

Jaehyun could see the way that Y/N was flustered by all the attention she was receiving, the proud feeling lingering. It was somehow gratifying to see others recognize the woman he had chosen to dedicate his life to, and he could tell that she enjoyed it as well. In the end, he knew he had nothing to worry about, Y/N loved him just as much as he loved her. He still made a mental note to keep an eye on the situation though. 

As they finished dessert and coffee, the conversation turned to more lighthearted topics. Y/N told a funny story about her parents’ dog, and Johnny shared hilarious anecdotes from his trips, which contrasted a bit with the cold first impression he made on Y/N. Taeyong laughed along with them, his eyes lingering on Y/N whenever he thought she wasn’t looking. 

The dinner drew to a close and Y/N felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had succeeded in making the evening a success, and her guests had enjoyed themselves. She knew that Jaehyun would be pleased as well, and that thought was enough to make her happy. 

Jaehyun thanked his colleagues for coming and walked them to the door. 

Before they could say their goodbyes, Jaehyun could not fight the urge to take Y/N by the waist, lean in and kiss her. He knew he didn’t have to be scared of his guests, and jealousy had been replaced by something else throughout the night, but Jaehyun still somehow felt like he had something to prove. 

Heat rushed to Y/N’s cheeks. She was pleased with her husband’s display of affection, but she was surprised he would do this in front of his co-workers. Placing his hands on the small of her back, Jaehyun deepened the kiss, pulling her closer. 

Johnny and Taeyong watched them with envy from the front door, feeling a bit jealous of the loving couple in front of them, as they were both unmarried. He felt their burning gazes on him, but all Jaehyun could focus on was the way his wife melted into his kiss, her hands gripping his arms. 

Johnny cleared his throat, trying to break the tension, “Well, we should probably get going.” 

The couple untangled from each other, Y/N still a bit dazed by her husband’s action. 

Taeyong nodded, his eyes still fixed on Y/N, “Yes, it is getting late.” 

“Well, goodnight guys,” Jaehyun said, his voice light, and smile smug. “Thanks for coming over.”

“It was nice to meet you.” Y/N added politely. 

Both men reluctantly tore their gaze away from Y/N, and as they made their way to the sidewalk, they couldn’t help but daydream about what it would be like to be in Jaehyun’s shoes. 

꧁ ♡ ꧂

When they left and the couple was finally left alone, Jaehyun pulled his wife close. 

“You did an amazing job tonight Y/N,” he declared, wrapping his strong arms around her. 

She smiled back at him, feeling a little shy all of a sudden. “Thank you, I am glad you enjoyed it,” she said, snuggling into his embrace. 

“I knew you would be the perfect hostess. Thank you for making this evening so special.” He whispered, his breath hot on her skin. “Let me thank you as you deserve.”

Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed her one more time. This time, it was a gentle, tender kiss. Y/N felt a warm feeling spread through her chest and wrapped her arms around Jaehyun’s neck. They stood there for a long moment, lost in the feeling of each other’s lips, before Jaehyun decided to lead Y/N to the living room, loosening his tie in the process. 

Once there, he pushed her gently to sit on the couch and kneeled in front of her on the ground. With his hands, he began to stroke her legs, Y/N shivered as Jaehyun’s fingers went up from her ankles to the inside of her thighs. He took one of her feet and placed it on his shoulder, he then proceeded to take off the heels she was wearing, his eyes intensely looking into hers. 

“You have worked so hard today. You deserve a rest.”

Y/N sighed, getting more and more relaxed, and Jaehyun released her right leg to repeat his action on the left one, leaving a few kisses here and there. 

With his wife’s shoes off, Jaehyun got up and took place next to her, where he got her to sit on his lap. Y/N placed her hands on his shoulders, waiting for his next move, but Jaehyun was taking a moment to observe her face. 

Her lips always offered him the brightest smile when he came home, her cheeks lit up with a pink shade when he complimented her, and her eyes were always the ones to betray her emotions, whenever she did not dare to speak up. 

“I love you so much.” He murmured. 

“Oh, Jaehyun..” Y/N leaned in to connect their lips with a new fervour. She cradled his face in her hands and pushed her chest onto his. Jaehyun’s hands travelled from her neck to the collar of her dress and began to unbutton it, exposing more and more of her skin. Pulling the dress down her shoulders, he attached his lips to it and grabbed her thighs to fumble them. Y/N let out a moan and he took advantage of her open mouth to slide his tongue inside of it. Her hands went to his hair and began to mindlessly tug on his locks. “Would you let me take it off?” He asked sweetly, tugging on the fabric. Y/N nodded in agreement and got up on her feet before dropping her dress to the floor. 

Jaehyun admired his wife’s body for a moment before motioning her to join him on the couch. “You know, you’ve made quite an impression tonight.”

Y/N smiled, pleased with Jaehyun’s satisfaction. “Thank you, I hope they liked my cooking.” Jaehyun chuckled and she frowned, apprehensive. 

“They’ve liked more than that darling.” He laid her down under him on the sofa and went back to kiss her neck, an enigmatic smile on his face. 

Y/N sighed, but curiosity about what he had just said prevented her from enjoying his gestures to the fullest. Feeling her tense, Jaehyun straightened, looking into her eyes for any kind of discomfort. 

“Jaehyun, what do you mean “more than that”?” 

With a raise of his eyebrows, he grinned, again. “Oh, how can I tell you that, love? You know Johnny and Taeyong aren’t married, and I think tonight you made them quite envious of our life together.” 

“Really?” Y/N asked, worried. She never meant to make them uncomfortable or for them to feel unhappy with their own situation.  

“Well, it is not our marriage that they envy the most.” He went down to whisper in her ear. “It is you.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

“They are very attracted to you darling. But how could I blame them? You are indeed the most beautiful woman one’s ever laid their eyes on.”

She looked at him sceptically. “Well, I am flattered, but I think you are just teasing me Jaehyun.”

“Believe me, Y/N.” he said, “They told me.”

Confusion and embarrassment washed through Y/N as she processed what she had just heard. Was he angry? Should she apologize? Was it going to change something at work? 

Catching the glimpse of concern in her eyes, he answered her muted questions, “Don’t worry my love, I am not mad. In fact, I understand them very much.”

His lips went back to her chest, as he began peppering kisses along her breasts and belly, and Y/N tried to push the thought of her husband’s colleagues being attracted to her to the side and focus on his touch. 

“Jaehyun, we should go to the bedroom.” Y/N sighed, her breathing already unsteady. 

Jaehyun’s hand reached to her chest and took her breasts out of her bra’s cups. “I am too impatient for that Y/N.” He began to suck on one of her breasts and fumble the other, making her shiver and whine under him. “Please, let’s do it here.” 

When she gave him her agreement, chuckling about how adventurous he was being tonight, his fingers travelled between her legs and he began to touch her through her underwear. 

As his fingers continued their ministrations, Y/N threw her head back and started to thrust her hips thoughtlessly, moaning the name of her lover over and over.

Jaehyun got up on his knees, unbuttoned his shirt and Y/N ran the tip of her fingers on his chest and arms as he dropped the fabric. She gave little pecks on his shoulders as he fumbled with his belt, to take off his pants. Eventually, he succeeded and got out of his trousers. Jaehyun slid Y/N’s panties down her legs and placed his body between them. 

One of his hands, next to Y/N’s head, steadied him, while the other held one of her thighs. Y/N gripped the sofa’s cushions as Jaehyun entered her heat, a long moan resounding. She gritted her teeth and they both waited for the uneasy feeling of stretching to disappear. Jaehyun stroked her cheek affectionately, as he peppered kisses on her face to ease her through the pain. 

When pleasure got the better of discomfort, Y/N gave a nod of her head to her husband and he began to thrust into her. 

Y/N whined and Jaehyun bit his lip, he was always reluctant to be noisy when they slept together. He started off slow at first, but his speed gradually increased and he took hold of both of her thighs to hit deeper. Pleasure rushed to his head and he began to hit harder.

“Jaehyun, it’s- it’s too much! Slow down!” Y/N cried out. 

He stopped his movements, realizing he had been lost in the euphoria of the moment and had gone too far. He cradled his wife’s face in his hands and peppered kisses on it. “I am deeply sorry darling, I- you feel too good…” 

“It’s okay, just… keep moving..” Y/N said before giving him a kiss.

Jaehyun resumed his thrusts and watched Y/N’s chest rise from the sofa, as her back arched, with self-sufficiency. His muffled groans also grew louder, and it was becoming more and more difficult to keep quiet. 

Y/N was overwhelmed with the pleasure he was providing her, and her moans grew louder and louder. She felt the coil in her belly tighten and Jaehyun’s movements became sloppy and uneven. Her grip on his neck tightened, and her nails, planting onto his flesh, would certainly leave marks in the morning that would stay for a few days. 

Y/N’s eyes teared up, as a wave of pleasure washed through her and they both came together. With a low groan, Jaehyun embraced her and released his load in a final thrust. Y/N snuggled in his hug as heat filled her up, and she felt all of his love wrap around her.  

Jaehyun had come inside, but he and Y/N were still trying for a baby after all.

[onlyrains]

Hi!!! I just wanna say that im really obsessed with your writtings i keep reading them especially the monji one 😣😭💖

So i was wondering if you dont mind to make the part 2 if there is any cuz asdfghjll they are so adorable 😭😭💖

Love you!!

a/n: hiii!!! thank you for liking my work, it means a lot! here's you request and i'm so sorry for the wait. i make it quite long as an apology. btw love you too!❤️

part 1

[3:54pm]

the last time you saw your best friend—monji—was the day you noticed his anxious and nervous face for the first time after encountering his senior then he urgently needed to take you home.

“why do you seem so anxious?” you asked that day.

he shook his head. “we need to take you home first.” he replied hurriedly.

you confused. until today. so you decided to go to his school then you both can walk together and talk about the other day.

having just finished your shift at the cafe, you opted for your daily clothes over your school uniform, considering it might look suspicious at a boys-only school like housen.

as you approached the front gate, a mere 100 meters away, loud thuds echoed from the crossroads. your curiosity drove you closer, revealing a chaotic scene with about twenty guys engaged in physical altercations. a gasp escaped your mouth as you witnessed monji, the reason for your visit, lying on the ground, attempting to fend off the attacks. your feet froze, body stiffened, and your eyes were almost fell from its place. this was the first time you witnessed something so chaotic that made your head stop working.

“who are you?” someone yelled beside you, catching you off guard as he dragged you away from the scene. he walked far enough then stopped near a store with a bunch of people around. “who are you?” he asked again.

you tried to regain your consciousness back, barely blinking your teary eyes. “huh?” you look at the bowl-headed guy in front of you.

“wait.” he said before running to the store to buy you a water to calm down.

“thank you.” you accept his kindness and drank it as much as you could.

“i-i came to see monji.” you started. he frowned. “monji? are you his girlfriend?” he asked.

you shook your head immediately. “no—i'm not. i'm just a friend—”

“hmm,” you heard him humming. his forehead frowned again as he thought. “how could he have a girlfriend but having a girl pick him up? is he that popular among the girls?” he murmured.

what does he mean? monji have a girlfriend?

“what do you mean?” you asked. he shook his head. “nothing. and don't worry. he will be okay, you don't need to shocked like that. trust me.”

ah, the fight! you almost forgot about the fight. you scanned his appearance from up to the bottom. he was wearing housen's uniform.

“are you from housen too?”

he nodded. “yes. so you can trust me that everyone will be okay.”

“how can someone be okay after having a wooden stick on their head? should i call an ambulance? or police?”

he scratched his head and smiled awkwardly. “they'll be okay.”

and just like that, you waited for the next ten minutes with him while having small talks about everything around you. he was quite nice, you thought. he even introduce himself and now you knew his name was sabakan. he tried his best to distract you from the fight.

“let's go.” he said after answering a call.

“is it okay?”

he nodded and walked in front of you.

as you take a right turn, you could saw a bunch of guy wearing housen's uniforms sitting on the road. you couldn't help but biting your nails to channelled your anxiety and and secretly hoped to meet monji in a proper condition.

“is everyone okay?” sabakan asked his friends and you still behind his back. they answered in unison like a war troop answering its superior.

“where were you? you promised to assist me today!” a familiar voice exclaimed. you knew for sure the owner of that voice.

“you better not yell like that…” sabakan murmured.

“what—” monji's voice were gone when sabakan step aside, revealing you who were there the whole time.

you squeezed the strap of your crossbody tightly and looked up slowly to meet monji's eyes. everyone was shock, but no one match monji's shock.

he got up immediately and approached you in a blink. “why are you here? are you okay? who brought you? how…” his hands stopped checking your condition as his eyes meet your own. you didn't know why it got teary again and you need to bit your inner lip to held your cry and anger.

his thumb caress your left cheek before he turned around and ask for leave to his senior.

“see… this is what would happen if you don't tell your girl your plan for the day…” you could see a blond with glasses guy speak to his underlings. he was mocking monji and tried to hold his laughter, you knew that.

“shut up, odajima.” a big guy—who looks at you with a concern look—replied.

“let's go.” monji said after got his permission. he grabbed your wrist and take you to a more conducive place to talk.

“have you eaten yet?” he asked. you shook your head then he made you both entering a ramen shop.

you didn't open your mouth a bit after you sit and busy holding your teary to fall from your eyes seeing him so messed up like this. monji also busy with his own thought on how to tell you what was going on.

“here's your ramen.” a server approaching your table. “do you have a first aid kit?” you asked. he nodded and gave you a box behind the cashier shelf.

“i'm fine.” monji voiced when you wet the cotton. you weren't respond his words and started cleaning the wound.

he hissed occasionally but not avoiding you. the guilt already ate his guts alive and all he could do was obey you.

“i was just want to go home with you since my shift ended early.” you say while tidy up the aid kit. “i don't know—i'm just so shocked but luckily sabakan helped me.”

monji nod his head and he started to sip his ramen broth to warm his chest since your gaze was too cold than usual.

“and he confused why am i there to pick you up when you already have a girlfriend?” you added as you take mouthful of your ramen.

monji choked himself and coughed for an entire minute. “he say what?”

you shrugged. “but now i know why people find your school interesting. why are you enter that school in the first place?”

monji's gaze was back to his bowl.

“i don't see the point of the fights and i know you know that it's dangerous even though you can face it. but still, why?” you continue your rambles.

“i just not expecting you chose this path, you know? i'm not trying to complain about your decision, i'm just… what should i call it? worry…?”

he took a glance at you. your eyes reddens but you tried to sip your ramen like nothing happened. he knew you tried your best to act cool.

“thank you.” he said. “this is why i forbid you to go to housen.” you sigh.

“but you are really okay, right?” he asked. you nodded.

“i'm sorry for making you worried.” he continue before finished his ramen. “we're cool, right?”

you glance sharply at him for a few second then nod unheartedly.

monji sighed silently and felt a limp on his throat before he say, “don't be afraid of me.”

you looked up and stared at him this time. “i won't.”

a small smile appeared on his lips as his finger still rubbed against each other, nervous. so you decided to change the topic.

“by the way, how could you have a girlfriend and didn't tell me?”

“i-i don't!” he exclaimed. “uh, let's not talk about it for now—”

“why?”

“just not now. it's a long story. all i can say now is i don't have one, it's just a misunderstanding, okay?”

you narrowed your eyes. “don't make me call sabakan and we'll have him in this conversation…”

“argh…” he groaned and messed his hair out of frustation.

[staawberru]

my childhood friend wrote a gay omegaverse faction about me! chapter 7

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Your pov 

   “Hey are you okay?” Someone asked. You looked at them and backed away. What the fuck is wrong with him? He was all white with no fetchers like a mouth or eyes but he could still talk to you, and you’re sure he could see as well. It freaked you out.

    “What the hell is wrong with you?”

    “Huh? What does that mean?” So he’s not self aware. I mean if you were a crazy gray freak you would know. Unfortunately when you backed away he followed and he followed you until you were backed into a corner.

    “Dude, back off,” you say. You puff out your chest. 

    “I’m just trying to help,” he got closer, and you do the most reasonable thing to do if a gray man comes to you. You punch him. You punch him as hard as you can. Your punch isn’t as strong as it normally is. Maybe he was just a hunk of a man or you’re just weak, but when you punch him your whole arm recoiled. It seemed to do the trick, because the gray man backed off. 

    “Fine, I’ll back off, stupid omega,” he murmured the last bit. He stayed truthful to his words, quickly backing off. What did he call you? Whatever, now what are you supposed to do? You looked at your clothes, you assumed it was a school uniform. I mean who in the world would willingly wear a navy blue jacket and red pants? What the fuck? Since when did you care about shit like that? 

    You look through your pockets and find a flip phone, odd, some money, 17.83 dollars to be exact, and a bunch of linen. You looked at the flip phone. You’ve never used one before, but you were smart enough to know how to open it. You look at the time, 8:07 am in crappy pixelated text. You were still in the alley so you decided to head out, hopefully to find someone not gray. You were unsuccessful. Everywhere you looked, there were gray people. They were walking down the street, driving cars, they had jobs and they had a life, some had gray kids, some had little gray dogs. It was terrifying. You notice that some were looking at you. What was wrong with you? Were you some kind of freak to them? 

    You wander around for a bit, hoping to find something, anything. And you do. A boy that wasn’t gray, wearing the same blue and red clothes, he was curled up into a ball outside of an office building. Normally you would just ignore him, but you haven’t seen a real human being for about 30 minutes. You walked up towards him, and he looked up and instantly, his face twisted into one of excitement. 

    “You’re real! A real person!” He got up excitedly. He hugged you.

    “You’re not part of my imagination!” He squealed. 

    “Uh, no? I’m not?” You tried to stop him from hugging you anymore, but it didn’t work. Now that you got a proper look at him you saw that he was short and had fluffy brown hair. He of course had the same uniform as you. Who would willingly wear that? stop what are you saying 

    “You smell nice,” he muttered, probably hoping you wouldn’t hear.

    “Ew, what? That’s gay,” you pushed him off. Jobie has completely ruined gay people for you. You’d rather not think of him anymore. 

    “Ah, sorry,” He looked genuinely sorry so you accepted it. 

    “So what’s your name?” You ask.

    “It’s, uh, I don’t remember,” he said sheepishly rubbing his head. How can someone not remember their name? Also the way he said that pissed you off, and the way he rubbed his head. When will men learn not to be weak, it’s not cute and girls like manly men. You don’t know why you're so mad all of a sudden.

    “That’s not a good look on you cutie,” an old gray man said. Well you assumed he was old you can’t really tell, but it was weird, he had a gray stubble on his chin. 

    “What the fuck did you just say to me.”

    “You seem pent up, I can help with that,” he grabbed your ass. You froze, you didn’t know what to do but fortunately the short guy next to you does. He punched the old man right in the eye. 

    “Ow, fuck,” the old man clutch his eye. “Fine, have your ugly bitch.” He walked away. You looked at the fluffy haired guy he saved you. He looked back at you and smiled.

    “Took care of that nuisance.” You like him now. And he sure likes you now. You look around at the gray people, they look the same, except some are gaining features.

     “Yo, look, the gray people are evolving.” 

     “Wow, they are!” He put his hands in his pockets.

     “Huh,” he said. You looked over at him.

     “An ID! ” 

     “Oh? What does it say?” 

     “Ok, hmm, okay it’s a school ID for a school called Abo High.” He reads. Abo High? What kind of name is that? “Oh! Oh, oh! It has my name!” He continues 

    “Well what is it? Don’t leave me hanging.” 

     “Geo… what kind of name is Geo?” He said, looking disappointed. 

     “It’s not that bad. I know someone named Jobie.” Why do you keep talking about Jobie? It's like his name is burned into your mouth. You hate it. 

    “Well maybe we should walk around for a bit,” You start, not waiting for his opinion. Geo quickly rushes after you. You two walk in silence for a while, not really going anywhere in particular.

    “Wait! I just realized I don’t know your name!” Geo said loudly. You looked down at him.

    “Why so loud,” you rolled your eyes. “My name’s [name].” He smiled 

     “We’re best friends now [name]!” he stated. 

     “Whaat, I didn’t agree to that!” You laughed. You need someone like Geo in your life, especially after what happened with Jobie. Get out of my head. You need someone joyful and someone to make you laugh. Holy fuck is that Kendyl?

[deprivedreality]

𝗨𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 ; 𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 chp six

Na'vieh awoke the very next day, feeling more stronger as she regained more of what she missed: consciousness.

To say that she wasn't treated right by the Sully Family would be a total lie, because all while they prepared to leave the island they've been in for refuge, the family of six treated Na'vieh like she was a tired baby. Not only now, but also the few days she had spent with them. They gave her everything she possibly could ever need, even their own possessions such as cloaks and toys for her to play with, they were from Tuk.

Although, it was Neteyam who most especially treated her like she was an elderly lady who needs help doing the simplest task. She would get annoyed every now and then when he checks up on her while she sat from the far corner, dazed as she watched his family and him fumble around and clear the things used for camp, but she couldn't really blame him.

Mayhaps she had been very sickly looking that he acted like that, that's what she thought.

It wasn't like Na'vieh didn't appreciate the gesture, she just couldn't believe she would come from trying to kill the father of the family to being treated like a guest welcomed into their fortress. Thanks to Neteyam, ofc.

And now that Toruk Macto and her are now in good terms, she had fully agreed and decided on trying to seek uturu for them with the help of her clan, the Metkayina clan. Jake and Neytiri, at first, didn't know what might truly come down to her decision, but they did eventually accept.

Both parents wanted their children to be assured of safety and, and Na'vieh was their only hope in achieving that. Fortunately, she gladly took the role.

Nevertheless, even if Na'vieh basically had a hunch that her clan would accept them just as she had accepted them as kind foreigners, she had a tiny bit of doubt still laced within her decision and she worried about it just as much as Jake and Neytiri.

However, she just sighed, pushing away the thought of everything that's been going on in her head. She had a frown on her face until a familiar person called out her name with a piqued voice, and instantly, her frown had gone upside down.

"C'mon! Na'vieh, we're heading out now!" Yelled Tuktirey, smiling brightly as she tugged on Na'vieh's arms after running to her while giggling and jumping around. Behind her were Neteyam and Neytiri, both of them had big pouches laid onto their arms. Still, both mother and son smiled at her.

Na'vieh grinned seeing how excited the little girl was, she stood up from the ground and soon followed them. Neteyam walked behind her, supporting her as always with his free hand.

"Dad said we're going to your home! Aren't you excited? I can't wait to see your home!"

"Yes, Tirey, that's right." Na'vieh answered back, but she couldn't help but think repeatedly about what would happen later once she comes back, not only from disappearing for days but bringing back a bunch of forest people, who happens to be the family of the legendary Toruk rider.

She knew her adoptive mother would go batshit, and she felt thrills just by the idea of it. Who knew what they were doing now? They were probably sending countless of reef warriors to roam the whole ocean and villages just to find her, the missing precious tsakarem of Metkayina.

Though, she was stopped from imagining getting her ass whopped by Metkayina's tsahik once she felt her feet touch the warm sand, telling her that she was now stepping into the shore where the bright sunlight hit her skin and the sight of the wide vast ocean entered her vision.

"Hey, Na'vieh." Suddenly, she heard Lo'ak call out to her even as she was still being dragged by Tuk and supervised by Neteyam. "I'm just curious, can you ride an ikran?" He asked, genuinely concerned about how a reef person could possibly handle what forest people think is normal.

But Na'vieh just stared into his face and paused in realization. "You mean to ask if I can ride that... that?" She pointed her finger at the Ikran Neytiri was calming and she could feel herself sweating in sheer nervousness. A question entered her mind, the same one that Lo'ak asked. How will she ride?

"She will ride Tokma with me." Neteyam spoke up all of a sudden, surprising even Tuk who has been listening to them all along. He had a slight smile on his face as he mentioned the name of his banshee, expecting everyone to agree.

But it wasn't the case. Everyone looked at him like he had just done a backflip, even Kiri caught on to their situation and butted in.

"You're joking." Kiri suddenly popped up, giving her brother a look with a clear meaning. But it was a facial expression Na'vieh couldn't interpret, so had to look at the siblings' faces back and forth with a confused look.

"What? You don't trust me? I can assure you'll be safe if you ride with me, and I'm the only choice you have." Neteyam proved his point and ignored Kiri, and instead looked into Na'vieh's dual colored eyes as if he was begging her to believe him. But Kiri didn't take this nicely.

"What do you mean she doesn't have a choice? She'll ride with me!" Kiri gasped, grabbing ahold of Na'vieh's wrist and giving her a look that clearly showed how much she disliked her brother's idea. At this point, Na'vieh was having assumptions that Neteyam couldn't fly properly, and Neteyam could see her ideas and grabbed ahold of her other wrist, trying to pull her away from Kiri.

"Get off, Neteyam. She'll ride my Ikran!" Kiri argued, pulling away Na'vieh just as Neteyam did. Her older brother, for the first time, gave an irritated expression and talked back.

"I'm responsible for her. Besides, you talk as if you've flown your Ikran your entire life. How would I know if you're eligible enough to not drop her on accident?" Neteyam retorted, offending Kiri.

After saying such words, he expected his sister to give up already but was faced with her angry face. "Kiri, when I tell you to let her go, let her go! She will fly with me, that's that!"

"No- Don't believe what that jackass says. Na'vieh, you'll ride with me, right?" Suddenly Kiri hugged Na'vieh's shoulder and smiled ever so dearly that she couldn't help but sweat from being torn by both of them giving each other glares.

As they battled some more, with Lo'ak laughing at them and Tuk running to get her father, she just stared off to nowhere and blocked their voices. Nevertheless, Na'vieh understood that, at the end of the day, she'll have to ride with someone's banshee.

She didn't have her Ilu, after all. The last she ever even seen her Ilu, named Vito, was when she set foot on the island the Sullys were in, and she could only hope that he was back at the clan and safe.

"What's going on here?" Walking from a distance, was Jake and Neytiri. As soon as they saw the tiny commotion, the eldest of the Sullys sighed exaggeratedly and scratch his scalp. "Neteyam, why are you fighting your sister, huh?"

Suddenly, both the hands that clung onto her wrist disappeared and she could feel them tense at their father's question. She looked at Neteyam who bowed his head and apologized quietly.

"We were trying to know who would Na'vieh prefer to ride with, Dad." Kiri explained and Jake sighed, giving his eldest daughter an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, Kiri, she will ride with Neteyam. Your Ikran is... a bit small to have two riders. I worry that since Na'vieh isn't used to flying, she'd panic and who knows what could happen?" Jake patted Kiri's head and she was forced to agree, but it didn't stop her from rolling her eyes at Neteyam.

"Fine." Kiri caved in, much to her disappointment, but Na'vieh squeezed her hand in apology before she went back to grooming her Ikran. She could comprehend why exactly she was desperate, at least in her opinion, to have her ride behind her the entire journey.

"Well... Neteyam, I'll leave her to your care." Jake finally said before going back to his Ikran, Neytiri eyeing Neteyam before following her mate. His son only nodded responsibly as he was told what to do, leaving Na'vieh with him as the rest of his siblings started mounting into their Ikran.

Na'vieh took this as a chance to speak with him. Surprisingly, just as she was about to look at Neteyam, she realized that she was already looking at her. She staggered for a moment before calming herself. "So... Mind introducing me to your Ikran?"

Neteyam hid a smirk. "Thought you'd never ask."

Unintended Worship, click here to teleport to the next chapter :P

ᓚᘏᗢ @deprivedreality 2023 | do not copy my works!

[almrudolfxiv]

dawntrail, l94-96 questing

mandatory tuliyollal image deployed

Before I say anything, let me preface this by mentioning that I told Bern: "No matter what happens when we learn of Bakool Ja Ja, I'm going to be thinking about the Sad Backstreet's Back piano."

Anyways, Mamook!

Lovely place. Tragic place.

Honestly, I had a sinking feeling about what that dark secret was ever since I saw the jars, but I wasn't sure of the nature of it. Just that it's likely a lot of Bakool Ja Ja's siblings did not make it. How, I was not sure.

Seeing him actually start his arc to be on the straight and narrow was heartening, as was the fact that we all know that while Bakool Ja Ja had his reasons, he still has amends to make. Not just to us as Wuk Lamat's groupies, but the people he harmed in his desperation to win. I think he means to do so, really.

Learning of the plight of Mamook, and what we could do to help them, was neat. The mass amount of species amassed for the exodus finally get to be used in a tangible and helpful way on the star that was saved, which is neat. I want to see what the people there have to say once I'm done with the expansion.

I think it's significant he apologized tbh.

(Yes, the entire time, even if the whole thing was tragic, I was thinking about sad backstreet's back piano. Sorry Bakool Ja Ja)

I was surprised by Zareel Ja's willingness to accept the offered solution, somewhat, but I think anyone would be a fool to say no to crops that can actually grow in their forest.

And then, the dungeon. I had a bunch of fun. Then accidentaly killed myself on the last boss the first time he did his punch kb. I honestly did not see the indicator on the floor, since I had placed myself where I could barely see anything with the boss model looming over me. Hilarious first death where I could say 'perfect legend btw'. 10/10. Lots of fresh mechanics here.

The reward, then.

I was super uninterested in the city of gold from the get go, but I was also surprised that we got to actually get to it so soon. I was wondering if we would spend some time in the expansion on this actual search for the city of Gold, and maybe travel north for it as the Yok Huy did, but I should have gone with my gut that it had to be in the south. After all, the legend of El Dorado did start and mostly take place in South America, it'd have made little sense to place it north if you really wanted to base it on that. The revelations that came after the events that transpire while we're doing the spaghetti western bit, though, make it at least a little more interesting. A portal to another shard... some huge shit.

I kind of miss the storybeats already of learning and appreciating the cultures of Tural, but said spaghetti western bit was pretty fun. We officially left the area of expertise I had with pronounciation.. but not by much. I don't really have a hard time figuring out how most is said, frankly. The 'cop is actually part of the bandits' storybeat was one I was expecting from go, but I'm familiar with the genre... particularly the mexican brand of westerns and some spaghetti westerns.

I had fun on this short jaunt where it's just us and Erenville doing some stunts and letting the locals save the day.

And then the shoe dropped. When I saw the quest name as the train was about to depart, I kept telling Bern over call I had a BAD feeling about it. And boy were my expectations not even enough to cover all the shit that went down the toilet once those cutscenes played. With all that tragedy, I was half expecting Source Magnus to lose his wife.

Instead, we got the worse version where the red flags I had been seeing all over Gulool Ja Ja were taken down for a more mournful color. I did not need this so close to my own father's death, honestly. I'm still... taken aback, if anything. Like, I figured it'd happen, but I had hope that we were just getting the rug pulled under us and he'd live a happy and healthy full life (the half of him that was alive, anyway).

PS: I think it's dumb we did not intervene once Zarool Ja cheated death and started to augument himself. We should have. Pride be damned, that's cheating.

Alas.

Here's where I mentioned I thought Zarool Ja's croney would live long enough to attempt betraying him, but I guess the man's not a fool to keep someone so shady around once his use is up. Kinda satisfying to see him go, but the enabling had gone on long enough and now the guy's a threat to everyone. And cheated to kill his dad. Had popped a damn reraise and all. (aside, I could not give less of a shit about that white bitch standing there watching the people get murdered)

Damn was the aftermath heartbreaking. The First Promise wanted to give a message but he sure was brutal about it. We knew him capable, but I did not think him ready to kill children. Parents. At least, not at this juncture.

I, for one, was not happy to see G'raha back. Kinda hoped he'd stay gone and instead we got mom and dad Urianger and Thancred back on the saddle. I'll cope about it, just annoyed I had to tolerate his ass in the Alliance Raid and some of the void storyline. I'll get over it.

Anyway, scene at train and getting that sucker running to blast into the dome? Sick. Love to see folks working together after such a fucking tragic attack. I have a feeling the dungeon is coming up next, but maybe it'll be a duty instead...? We'll see. The speech before we left was also good, and I do like Bakool Ja Ja rising to the challenge to both help defend the city and rally the peoples. He may not have become Dawnservant, but he's coming onto his own!

Sidenote, but Ketenramm why did you keep those dumb rocks in your dumb house. Bury them somewhere or something.

[mxtxfanatic]

Adding for comparison:

“You know, we do think the same way. You think I’m incomprehensible? Well, the feeling’s mutual.” He met Xie Lian’s gaze. “At this point, I might as well just tell it to you straight. I’ve got a whole bunch of opinions about you.” “Uh...well...I knew that already. For ages now,” Xie Lian said. “Oh really?” Mu Qing said coldly. “Then do you know that I often thought you relied on your status too much—that even though you were His Highness the Crown Prince, even though you had good fortune, your skills weren’t that much better than mine?” “...” “I also thought that you probably only liked doing all those good deeds for show, because you wanted all the praise and flattery. And that you only helped me because of that—I was the perfect subject for you to demonstrate your sympathy and kindness on. To be honest, some of my opinions haven’t changed, even now. Maybe they never will. Even if I push these thoughts down, they’ll come back eventually.” At that point, Xie Lian didn’t know whether to sweat about this or what. “There’s no need to say stuff like that in such detail to the man himself, you know?!” Unexpectedly, Mu Qing continued with, “But more often than not, I’m still...kind of in awe of you.” Xie Lian was taken aback. Mu Qing gathered his courage. As though someone were choking him, forcing him to speak, he stiffly said, “Isn’t that normal? You...are rather amazing. You’re...also...a better person than I am. In short, I...very much wanted...to become your f-f-friend.” “...” Xie Lian had never in a million years imagined he’d ever hear that from Mu Qing’s lips. Though they were stuttered, forced, and stiff, they were such honest, sincere, sensible words! His eyes went wide. “You...” Mu Qing had finally squeezed the sentence out through the cracks of his gritted teeth, and he let out a long breath. “That incident after Xianle’s fall...no matter if it was right or wrong, no matter if I was in a difficult situation, I still owe you an apology.” Xie Lian was stumped for a moment. “...It’s all water under the bridge, so let it go. But let’s not worry about it now. We need to get out of here first!” Mu Qing raised his voice. “He told me that if I fell under suspicion, you would take advantage of the situation and not save me even if you knew I didn’t do it. That you wouldn’t believe me because you hate me.” “He”? Xie Lian knew exactly who “he” was. “I didn’t agree to help him, but even so...everything he said, I’ve thought before,” Mu Qing continued. “Deep down, I always thought you hated me, that you despised me, so I... I’ve always... Anyway, you don’t actually think that way. I’m glad.”

—Vol. 8, Chapt. 127: Upon the Heaven-Crossing Bridge, Three Idiots Return to Olden Times, 7seas

It's interesting because it seems like the edits were rearranging (Mu Qing being called over by Jun Wu is mentioned before the end of the "f-f-friend" speech), adding more depth to their convo (they're actually conversing rather than Xie Lian being stumped or trying to quickly brush Mu Qing's confession aside), making Mu Qing more clear (such as him directly naming Jun Wu as the instigator instead of weirdly playing coy like in the unrevised), and—what I consider the most significant change—removing Mu Qing admitting that he won't honestly change after this.

So much of Mu Qing's character in the story is him hoping that Xie Lian is actually a terrible person, and it diminishes his character growth of admitting this is all projection and undermines his reconciliation with and apology to Xie Lian for him to then admit that some of his unfair opinions have not changed, will likely never change, and will in fact probably return later. However, because mxtx removed those lines and also cleaned up Mu Qing's speech, he directly admits that his thoughts were projections, accepts that Xie Lian does not and never has thought less of others, least of all Mu Qing, and is willing to finally see Xie Lian as he is going forward, without falling back on his terrible habits like the unrevised states that he would.

tgcf revised—mu qing & xie lian's reconciliation, chapters 192-193, translated by me

note: i'm not a translation professional, i did this for fun to give a rough idea of what happened in the revised version of this scene. it's also inevitable for subtleties to get lost in translation so do be aware. i know the english prose sounds a little awkward because chinese prose works differently but i wanted to translate it as directly as possible & any attempts at making it sound "smoother" or nicer would demand biased input from me which i wanted to minimize

edit; found a typo in the first slide. mu qing should say "even thought" not "even though"

[multiverseofmiracleshq]

For the whole history of SUSAN ‘SUE’ STORM, please click here.

← ONCE THERE WAS AN IDEA TO BRING TOGETHER →

If you had asked Susan Storm what she thought her life would look like, she’d never have been able to guess the truth. After the accident, the four impacted couldn’t control their powers and spent a year in the Baxter Building virtually hiding from the world while Reed frantically tried to reverse what had been done. As soon as her body became more stable, Sue began to come to terms with what happened. She pushed Reed to accept their new paths so that they could reenter society and make good with what they had been given. It took a while, but as things outside began to get worse and worse, Susan eventually got through to the others. As it stands, she’s not entirely being some kind of poster girl for the team now dubbed the “Fantastic Four”, but she’ll deal with it if it means that they get the chance to help people. It’s a full time job, but Susan’s also working on her first doctorate in the emerging field of multiversal theory. The multiverse had something to do with the accident when their ship got caught in a rift. Even if it can’t be reversed, it can hopefully be understood. No matter what’s happened in her life, Susan’s refused to stay down. Now’s no different even if it took a while to get back on her feet. The Fantastic Four are officially here to stay. 

←  A GROUP OF REMARKABLE PEOPLE TO SEE IF THEY →

✗ REED RICHARDS (PRIME) is infuriating at times. He’s proud, arrogant, brilliant and occasionally impossible. Susan knows all of that about him but loves him all the same. She’s never said the words, of course, but she was close to before the accident. Everything changed after that. Reed changed. He became cold and removed. Susan had a good idea that it was stemming from his guilt, but she still missed him. The year after they gained their powers was hard and having Reed withdraw made it worse. He saw them as something to fix; Susan knew they were never broken. She hopes Reed can obtain some sense of peace about their situation. Susan isn’t sure if she needs to move on until he manages to do so, but she doesn’t want to. She wants Reed, with all of his flaws and idiosyncrasies. He just needs to get out of his own way.

✗ JOHNNY STORM (PRIME) can be a handful at times, but he’s Susan’s handful. Because she’s eight years older than her brother, the responsibility of raising him fell primarily to Susan. She did her best and hopes Johnny knows that even when they disagreed she loves him unconditionally. If Susan could, she’d protect him from all harm. Him being caught up in the accident and suffering afterwards when he couldn’t control his powers broke her heart. Now, she has to trust that her little brother is going to be okay. He’s got powers and he’s learning how to use them. Johnny’s good at landing on his feet. 

✗ BEN GRIMM (PRIME) deserves better than what Susan gave him right after the accident. If she could, she’d rewind time and never have called him a “thing” in her shock at his new appearance. Ben having feelings for her never crossed Susan’s mind. As far as she’s concerned, he’s a good friend and like family. There’s no weirdness in their dynamic at all. Susan feels for Ben and what the accident did to him. Hopefully, he can find a way to be happy once more.

← COULD BECOME SOMETHING MORE  →

✗ FANTASTIC FOUR – The public named the group that Susan has spent the last living in the Baxter Building with as they hid away from the world. Susan’s seen the potential that they possess for a while, and she’s glad to see them out and helping people. She’s been of the mindset that they got these abilities for a reason for a while now; it was just about getting the others — and Reed — to see the same. There’s still a sharp learning curve and a bunch of kinks to work out, but Susan thinks they’ll be just fine in the long run. 

✗ OTHER AFFILIATIONS – n/a

← & IF WE CAN’T SAVE THE WORLD, WE’LL AVENGE IT →

✗ AGE → 27 ✗ MULTIVERSE ORIGIN → earth-prime ✗ SPECIES → mutated human ✗ ETHNICITY → up to player / same as johnny storm ✗ SECRET IDENTITY → public ✗ RELATIONSHIP STATUS →  open ✗ FACECLAIM → victoria pedretti  ✗ AVAILABILITY → taken

← FUN FACTS →

deeply religious but keeps it to herself

has not unlocked the full spectrum of her abilities yet 

working on a phd in multiversal theory alongside reed

[goldentwst]

14. 🚫 One night, your fave accidentally ingests an aphrodisiac and goes into a terrible heat that needs to be satiated right away. Who is it, and how do they go about convincing you to help them?

Pairing: Floyd Leech x GN. Reader (No pronouns mentioned)

Warning(s): Aphrodisiacs, Nonconsensual consumption of aphrodisiacs, coercion, dry humping

It had been one of those long days at the Mostro Lounge, and Floyd craved nothing more than to squeeze the last remaining customers so he could close up, take a shower, and finally get a bite to eat. Still, Azul would nag him non-stop again if he so much as got snippy enough to scare them into leaving before they ordered. And dealing with a bunch of barnacles was easier than taking on a whole octopus, even if the latter was more fun to mess with.

At least it wasn't all bad, Floyd thought as his gaze trailed down a few tables and caught your figure in the distance. You liked to help out every now and then when Azul offered a fair price for your services. Floyd sighed wantonly, missing the entirety of the order he was supposed to be getting until the customer called his name a few times. Clicking his tongue, eyebrow twitching, he threw the notepad on the table and told the customer to just write down what it was they wanted while he decided to meander over to where you were standing. Jade caught this interaction from the corner of his eye and only shook his head, opting to approach the table in Floyd's stead and continue the order. Things always seemed to turn out this way when you part-timed, he thought. But when he truly thought about it, that was the worst Floyd usually did. Honestly, he never thought his brother could turn so complacent at the sight of someone else, but in hindsight, this was a good thing, wasn't it?

Perhaps his brother deserved a reward for his recent good behavior.

Finally free from the constant droning of customer service, Floyd's mood changed substantially when he emerged from the shower, the layers of sweat and irritability having been washed off by the hot water. And when he returned to his room to haphazardly throw on some clothes, he was more than a bit bewildered to see a plate of piping hot takoyaki and sweet tea on the desk beside his bed. All with a note laid next to it. Casually picking it up, the note's owner appeared to be none other than Jade, which really shouldn't have been so surprising considering that his brother would be the one to cook more often than not.

Dear Floyd,

Thank you for completing your shifts this week with minimal complaints. Azul and I are quite proud. In light of your good behavior, please enjoy this treat I've planned for you. I, myself, will not be spending the night in our room as I have a personal, overnight expedition in the mountains.

Thank you.

- Jade

Floyd creased his eyebrows together, a groan crawling over his tongue. "He better not bring back anything weird," he said, finding no concern that his brother was going on some kind of excursion with no prior warning. He's done weirder things, Floyd thought, tossing the note over his shoulder and accepting the plate of food with greedy hands. He chowed down eagerly, finding no fault in Jade's cooking as per usual. The sweet tea was next, and it only amplified the satisfaction of a warm body and a full stomach, lulling Floyd to his bed after he set the utensils down. It had more or less been an okay day. He got to play tag with some Savanaclaw students, Beakfish sensei didn't chew him out like he usually did, and he got to hang off of you for a whole afternoon. A win in his books.

At least, for the first few minutes, it felt like a win, but the more Floyd tried to nod off, the harder it became. It was like the air conditioner had suddenly stopped working and his breathing grew heavier. His whole expression creased in frustration yet the condition only seemed to worsen as he shifted to stand from his bed. Like his legs were full of sea cucumbers, Floyd uncharacteristically fell to one knee, his teeth grinding upon this familiar sense of not being able to walk. But that wasn't even the half of it. Before Floyd could even find it in himself to voice his anger, a terrible heat flushed his veins and caused his breath to stifle.

It was so… hot.

Much like his moods, Floyd’s entire disposition shifted as his fingers curled over the sleek floor of his bedroom, a numbing haze seeping into his brain. With labored breaths, Floyd focused his vision through willpower alone and set to figure out what the hell was happening. At least, he tried to. Just when he had gotten used to the phase of一whatever this had been一the heat pooled right in the pit of his stomach, forcing the man to groan once more, yet not out of frustration, but dissatisfaction. 

Through his deep breaths, Floyd looked down to the space between his legs and noted the prominent tent in his pants with a whine. He tried to keep it together, he really did, but his thoughts were becoming foggier with every second; up until he pressed his cheek to the floor just because it felt cool against his skin. Even when a knock resounded from the other side of the door, he could barely register it.

It was then that you grew concerned over the idea that Floyd had already gone to sleep, but… you checked the text message Jade had sent you:

Prefect, while I understand you’re a busy person, I have but a small favor to ask; Would you mind checking on Floyd before you set a course for Ramshackle? I have an outing to attend to for the night and I worry he’ll fall asleep in his uniform again. Not to worry, I shall compensate you for the trouble.

You rose a brow. “He’s not a little kid,” you muttered under your breath, but the lack of response from the other side may have vindicated Jade’s reservations. Knowing you could blame it on Jade if you barged in and Floyd got mad at you, you turned the handle to their room to search for the man. However, what you found in place of a snoozing eel made your body stiffen.

Floyd laid panting on the floor, his body shivering with each breath. You rushed to his side and knelt down as a hand came to rest on his shoulder. Upon your touch, Floyd flinched, his neck craning to look up at you through half-lidded eyes. When he caught sight of your form, his heart lurched in his chest and a wide smile stretched thin across his face.

“Little Shrimp~!” he crooned, suddenly finding the strength to push himself from the floor and lean closer to your body. He placed his hands on the floor beside you and effectively cornered you into leaning back if only to grant yourself some space. “It’s sooo hot,” he breathed, eyes trailing from your face to your neck. “I really can’t take it anymore. I wanna squeeze you until your body’s just as hot as mine. Hey, can we do that?”

“Floyd, what’re you—“ you began to ask until your eyes trailed down his chest and caught sight of the pressed outline of his cock throbbing against his pants. You thickly swallowed at the discovery, gaze wandering back to his face. His eyes were entirely glazed over while his body seemed to lean closer with every second that ticked by. It didn’t help that he was humming small noises of eager anticipation. It’s as though his whole personality was brimming with more manic energy than usual and he was doing everything in his power to hold it back while you contemplated your answer. Even if he wasn’t doing anything, you could understand the singular opportunity he was granting you during this time frame, one that would soon run out if you didn’t give a response.

“Hey, touch me, won’t you? Little Shrimp, it has to be you. I’d literally rather die than let someone else do it. Please? Please? At least a little is fine, right?” The more he pleaded, the more he inched closer. And he didn’t stop even when he pressed his clothed erection against your leg, languidly rubbing against you over and over again. “If you don’t run away now, I’m gonna do what I want, okay?” His breath was on your neck now, his entire body heaving slow, labored breaths against your skin.

You inhaled a deep breath yourself, your brain having tried to process this whole moment. You didn’t like the idea of leaving him to his devices when he was in this state, but another part of you thought back to Jade and how this whole scenario came to be. If he didn’t have some involvement in this, you’d be more surprised than you were now. Even so, it didn’t take long for you to finally harden your resolve and utter a steady, “Alright. Just… take it easy.”

Floyd’s grin grew in size, the sharp lines of his teeth on full display before he pounced right on you. You thought you were about to be in for a rough evening, but upon being forced to lay down, you found that Floyd had slipped a hand behind your head, leaving an effective cushion for you to lean on rather than the hard floor below. Though, that didn’t mean the rest of his ministrations would be gentle. 

Everywhere else he was grasping and pressing against you with his whole body. The moment you had hit the floor, his mouth was practically on the crook of your shoulder, lightly piercing the skin and moaning upon the taste. His breathing was heavy even now, and the rubbing from earlier only increased in weight, turning his languid motions into a full grind. Except this time, he was perfectly positioned between your legs, his cock molding itself against your clothed sex. Despite the layers, it was difficult to miss how utterly hard it was or its discernible size. Your mouth was going dry at just the thought of taking off your clothes and rubbing against each other with bare skin alone.

“Feels good, feels good,” Floyd mumbled with his mouth latched on a different part of your neck, his free hand blindly fumbling for the hem of your shirt; His fingers skirted over your skin once he had managed to find a way under. 

You paused your own moment of pleasure to focus on his expression and the way his eyes were starting to roll back with each grind against your body. If he was feeling things now, you almost didn’t want to know how he’d behave once he had a taste of what you really have to offer.

Emphasis on almost.

[jasontodding]

i really have never seen anything quite like the power of fandom continuing to show up and make excuses for absolute pos male characters because they’re objectively ~~attractive.

ohhhhh poor nick goode !! so pressured by his family’s expectations !!! if you read between the lines deep down he obviously still loved ziggy !!!

like…. my god. i shipped them too in 1978, but that was before we found out that he and his entire family knowingly lived off a deal their ancestor made that continuously sacrificed people year after year from the “wrong side of town”, all in the name of keeping sunnyvale the quintessential seat of wealth and prosperity.

that abundance was built off the literal blood sacrifice of people who unwillingly lost their lives all because the greed of one bloodline. because solomon goode wanted more.

nick was 110% content to let things continue on as they were- dooming hundreds of ordinary citizens to lifetimes of bad luck and misery and tragedy, all so his own family could selfishly continue to prosper like they had for years. ziggy probably lived for years with what had happened at camp nightwing weighing on her. the paranoia, the drinking, the obsessiveness- all signs of major PTSD. you don’t let someone you love live like that. ziggy saw her sister die in front of her, sacrificing herself because cindy thought she could stop the curse and give her sister a good life- a life of freedom from the “curse” they all believed sara fier put on shadyside. he brought her back to life, he wanted her. wanted her with a kind of selfishness that let her live in a nightmare long after the ambulance drove her out of camp nightwing. because she told him it was the curse, and was probably so hurt when nothing came of it. when everyone just assumed tommy went crazy, killed his girlfriend and a bunch of others. she probably felt broken and betrayed and a thousand other things, on top of living with the memory of the flashes of knowledge she received when her blood dripped onto sarah’s hand bone- stuff she didn’t even fully understand. nick could’ve validated her. nick could’ve supported her, backed her up. but nick said absolutely nothing. nick did nothing. NICK CHOSE TO SAY AND DO NOTHING, because in reality, he knew it was all realer than real- knew that his own ancestor was the originator of the curse, that the goode family kept it going from solomon up until then and even beyond that afterwards.

in 1978, ziggy said to him, “do you believe me?”. and he looked her right in the eye, while fellow campers, innocent people were being murdered and said “yes”, knowing FULL WELL HIS FAMILY WAS THE REASON THOSE CHILDREN WERE BEING SLAUGHTERED. just because they were deemed a necessary sacrifice to continue the unceasing prosperity of sunnyvale, and had the bad luck of being from the shadyside. while she was covered in blood and begging him to believe her, he already knew what was happening and why.

maybe some part of nick faltered at the sheer violence and carnage his family wreaked over time. maybe he had times where he doubted everything that was happening- but the fact is, people died because of him and his family. cindy died. but ziggy made it. becuause ziggy was pretty, because he liked her, because he thought she was different than the other people from shadyside, the ones he and his family deemed as expendable for their own gain.

but it’s like the widow said- making a deal with the devil is a CHOICE.

nick lived in the wealth his bloodline provided him. nothing that was earned, just built off the literal blood sacrifice of others. nick CHOSE to continue that. he wasn’t asking probing questions to deena, sam, simon, kate, and josh because he wanted to get down to the truth of what really happened- BECAUSE HE ALREADY KNEW. he just wanted to know how close they were to the truth. the truth of how much blood was on his and his family’s hands.

he called deena a d*ke, would’ve ended ziggy no matter how much of a crush he had on her, just to continue the whole frickin’ thing. to keep it going. he was just as selfish and greedy as solomon was.

nick goode was evil, but he had a pretty face, right? so viewers will keep searching for a reason for even a modicum of good in him. young nick and ziggy were adorable, so people can’t accept that he CHOSE to hurt her. like ziggy would ever fucking be okay with this man getting away with it all- she may have liked nick, but she LOVED her sister.

stop doing ziggy a disservice by trying to find some sort of overly multidimensional spin on nick. i’ll admit, i had a moment after i finished all 3 movies where i was like, damn, it sucks ziggy and nick didn’t make it, they had chemistry. and then i wanted to slap my hand on my forehead, because i was completely missing the point. fear street has an unexpected beauty to it because of the love characters have for each other- deena and josh, cindy and ziggy, sara and hannah, etc. it’s unselfish and pure and stubborn and all encompassing, it drives them and those characters would do so much for the ones they love.

nick’s “love” for ziggy, if you can even call it that, was not that type of life. it was selfish, and it was based on lies. even though she had a prickly exterior, ziggy obviously cared for others- hell, sheila strung her up and burned her and she still went back and risked her life to help her. nick presented as if he was also that way, as well as an outsider in his own life, someone who didn’t fit in. and maybe nick didn’t. maybe nick really struggled deep down with the curse. but in the end, nick made choices. just like solomon made the choice to deal with the devil, nick chose to let ziggy live in self-doubt and fear. nick chose to be selfish, to protect his family’s own interests.

you can still have chemistry with people who suck, that’s the catch of life. monsters can have attractive faces too. but to try to dive deep into nick’s character like he was eternally stuck as the conflicted teenage boy who wasn’t sure if he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, even when he held a gun to ziggy’s head… ugh.

stop making excuses for the fucked up shit male characters do. they may look good, they may have been possible love interests, but why on god’s earth would you blatantly ignore the fact that someone like nick CHOOSE to continue the cycle solomon started so many years ago??

why is it so important to find reasons to explain away nick’s abhorrent behaviour? because teen nick and ziggy were cute? you can acknowledge that but still be able to point out nick’s deceit, his selfishness.

idk man this phenomenon is… troubling to say the least.

[mur-art]

hi! 🌱

okay so these are for that ship questions list

florida x louisiana

pre-relationship: 1, 6

general: 2, 8

love: 9, 10

domestic life: 4, 7

and then just for fun

texacali

pre-relationship: 3, 4

general: 3, 9

love: 8, 11

domestic life: 9, 10

This is gonna be long, so buckle up, pardner. These are just my headcanons so don’t take anything too seriously. 

Florida/Louisiana:

How did they first meet?

TL; DR: They were childhood besties

I'm a firm believer in "the states used to be kids," so long story short, they met as kids. Not to get too much into the history behind it (because I’m definitely rusty on this region), but the gist of it is that Florida was kind of ignored and saddled with a bad reputation surprise, surprise and Louisiana was always kind to him despite that-- and despite the fact that they spoke different languages. They became closer in 1762 when Louisiana became part of the Spanish Empire. Florida taught him Spanish and Louisiana taught Florida to speak French. (Despite being super ditzy, FL knows a bunch of languages and learns them quickly; I stand by this propaganda.) But they eventually just ended up kind of making up their own secret language, taking elements of both and weirding out any adults who happened to hear them-- especially Spain, who at this point has to be regretting the whole “global empire” thing.

If you had told either one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

I think they both would have laughed and said something like, “well he’s my best friend, but that’s not the same thing…is it?” 

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

It absolutely had something to do with music. Louie lives for music, and of course he would want to share that with his “best friend.” In the super early days of jazz culture, he would invite Florida to different clubs where played. And at some point, while watching Louie in his element, Florida realized that he had more than “friendship feelings.” He suppressed these feelings for a long time, being afraid that they were unrequited and also it was like 1920 and being gay was not exactly socially acceptable. Until one night, when Louie asked him to go to dinner, then dancing. Florida got adorably flustered and nervous, despite knowing Louie pretty much his whole life, and basically blubbered like a nervous wreck through dinner. But when it came time to dance, the nervousness melted away as Louie patiently walked him through the steps. By the end of the night, they were dancing together like pros and getting all hot and bothered.

Who gets jealous easier?

This is a tough call. They both kind of strike me as the kind who will be flirty with anyone—whether intentionally or unintentionally. And they’re both okay with that. But I wanna say Louie is slightly more jealous? Florida gets a lot of attention, and with his personality, it’s easy to see how he could get a little too close to someone else and end up making Louie uncomfortable.

Who is more protective?

Louie 100%. I’ll never get over that Table News video where Louie is helping Florida hurricane prep. Florida has been through this a million times; he knows what to do, but god forbid Louie is going to let him get hurt on his watch. He knows a thing or two about hurricanes and he’s not going to lose Florida that way, damnit.

Do they prefer verbal or physical affection?

They’re both pretty heavy on physical affection. They both love cuddles, and have mastered non-verbal communication (it goes back to when they were kids and spoke different languages; they learned to rely on unspoken cues).

Do they have any pets?

A bunch of gators of course. They dress them in seasonal sweaters and buy them posh AF dog beds to sleep in. 

Who kills the bugs in the house?

Louie, because Florida is too busy trying to make friends with them. (The more dangerous they look, the better) Sometimes Louie relents and lets a spider stay in the corner because Florida has named it and made up a whole backstory for it and its whole family. He thinks it’s adorable. 

...

I’ll do the TexaCali ones in a different post bc this one is already way too long. 

[ushiluv]

Late Night Drive 

skate rat!suna x reader 

When you accepted Suna’s confession, you did not know that it also meant accepting to go on a late night car ride with him to the other side of town to vandalize some old skate park that “belonged” to a bunch of guys he didn’t like. (wc: 2330)

warnings 

anal, squirting, overuse of pet names, reader has female anatomy, use of daddy, sex in public but there’s no one around, overstimulation, this is kinda really fluffy, cervix fucking, use of the word cunny, let me know if i missed anything! not proofread yet 

note from the author 

 i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you guys will like it! let me know what i can improve. 

“Are you sure you wanna do this?” you asked as you sat yourself down on the passenger side of your boyfriend’s car.

“Of course, princess, when have I ever not been sure of something?” he responded with a sly grin on his face.

“ ‘m just saying we could be in a lot of trouble if we get caught.”

“We won’t.” he made sure you put your seatbelt on and started the car “And if we do, you could just show them your tits and-” the punch you landed on his arm stopped him from finishing his sentence.

“You’re horrible.” you mumbled under your breath.

He didn’t respond, opted to offer you a chuckle and a squeeze to your thigh instead.

Suna was quite the phenomenon and you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t have a crush on him prior to his confession. Truth be told, you had no idea he was into you; that’s why his confession came in as such a shock. You thought he was joking, so you lightly laughed when he spilled his heart out to you on a friday afternoon in a park near Inarizaki High. But the frown on his face and broken look in his eyes showed in every way possible that he was, in fact not lying. That’s why you quickly apologized and accepted his confession before admitting your own feelings towards him. You knew what kind of student he was and what he did in his free time, but you had no idea that he would ever drag you down with him in his rebellious tendencies.

After a few minutes of small talk backed up by Suna’s late night music playlist, you two arrived at the infamous abandoned skatepark. He got a bag full of spray paint cans from the backseat and handed you a pretty pink one.

“Thought of you when I bought it” he said after putting a black hoodie on.

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh how romantic of you my dear Rinnie.”

“Shut up.” he grumbled before getting out of the car.

After putting on one of his hoodies that he left purposely in the car for you, you got out and followed his footsteps. The place lived up to its name, it was abandoned. The rails were rusty, the bowls were full of dirt and weeds and the ramps seemed impossible to skate on. But, for some reasons that were unknown to you, not a single graffiti could be found on any surface. Your lovely boyfriend seemed to be the first one who had the idea of giving the palace new colours.  

“Why do people even come here? Seems gross to me.” you said as you took a closer look to the middle of one of the bowls. You swore you could smell death from it.

Suna shook the spray can he was holding. “Dunno.” He took your arm with his free hand and dragged you away from the bowl. “Just know they care a lot about this place for some reason. Come on now, I don’t wanna spend the night here.”

You followed him (not like you had a choice) and got ready to do your own share of damage. Suna giggled as he spray painted dicks and curse words all around the oh-so-important place and you could do nothing else than roll your eyes at his childish actions while you painted neon pink doodles. As you watched him paint a curse word that you were sure could not be found in any dictionary, you realize how deep in love you were with that man. Thoughts about your future together started fogging your brain and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the idea of spending the rest of your days with him.

“Babe look at- What’s wrong?” your arms suddenly flew around his waist and your face found place on his chest.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

You felt Suna relax as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you too, baby, but look at what I just painted!” he turned you around, excited to show you his new artwork (if you could call it that).

It took about another twenty minutes for him to be completely satisfied with his new art piece. The place was definitely more colourful now, you had to admit that. Suna threw his cans and yours in his backpack and walked back to his car, hand in hand with yours.

He unlocked his door only and threw his backpack in the back as you waited for him to unlock your door so you could get it, but it seemed like he had other plans on how to end the night.

He walked around the car and reached to you, caging you between him and the car, arms on each side of your head.

“What are you doing?” you huffed.

He leaned down and licked the shell of your ear. “Just rewarding my princess for helping me tonight.” he whispered before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

Taking a hold of your shoulders, he moved you onto the hood of his car, bending you down against it. His hand moved from your shoulders to down your spine before finally squeezing your ass through your thin leggings.

“Been so good to me tonight, think you deserve a reward” he gave your ass a light squeeze.

“Y-yeah Rin, please.” it was crazy how that man managed to always make you forget how to talk.

As he knelt down on the concrete, he didn’t care about how you didn’t address him properly, he didn’t care about the little rocks that were digging in his knees through his sweatpants, all he cared about was making you feel good. He pulled down your leggings and panties, down enough for him to have a proper look at your already drenched pussy. He hummed to himself and thanked God, the Universe or whatever divine entity that was the reason for you to be in his life.

He didn’t waste any time and brought a finger to your already gaping hole, playing with it as he watched in awe at how much wetter you were getting from his ministrations.

“My little slut is getting turned on because she’s gonna get fucked in public?” he spoke “You’re so messy, princess, wish you could see this yourself.”

“Ah-” you jolted as you felt a finger penetrate you, “don’t tease me, daddy.”

“ ‘m not teasing, doll, you’re just eager.”

He removed the finger that was just in you and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking at your juices that stuck to it.

“You always taste so good. Gonna let me have another taste, baby? Gonna let me eat your pretty cunny out in public?”

You whimpered. “Yes, yes yes, daddy please, wanna feel your mouth on me.” the cold metal of the hood started feeling really hot under your burning cheek.

“Whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

Suna gave a lick with a flat tongue to your labia, gathering your wetness in his mouth before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue switched from playing with your little bundle of nerve to licking your hole. The stimulation drove you crazy, you could feel yourself become closer at every flick of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly removed his mouth from your pussy and switched his tongue for his fingers. The sensation made you squeal from surprise. Three of his fingers were now filling your hole while his thumb took care of stimulating your hardened clit.

“Gonna try something, doll, alright?”

Too busy chasing your high, you nodded eagerly. You had no idea what he was saying, the only information you picked on from his voice was that he asked you a question and you trusted Suna with all your heart. That’s why your whole body jolted when you felt a finger press against the ring of your asshole.

“Rin!”

“Shh, focus on how good I’m making you feel. Can feel you clenching around my fingers, puppy, this is gonna make you feel even better.”

He spat against your hole and allowed the tip of his finger to go past the rim. The sensation was nothing like anything you’ve ever felt before but you couldn’t say you didn’t like it. You only were closer to your climax when you felt his finger try to go deeper.

“Fuck! Daddy!” you screamed as you gushed around his three digits.

“That’s a good girl, fuck.” Suna praised. “Fuck, you never came so hard. I knew that you were a slut but I didn’t know you were such a dirty one.” he teased as he let you ride out your orgasm. “Just need a finger in your other hole to make you squirt, uh?” his dirty words made you whine in protestation, you didn’t even know you could cum like that.

You pushed his hand away when the rubbing against your clit made you feel too overstimulated.

“Stop it daddy… ‘s too much.”

He got up and manhandled you onto your back.

“I know baby, just need to feel you cum around my cock now. Can you do that for me? Gonna be a good doll and squirt on my cock? Promise this will be all for tonight.”

You nodded weakly, still trying to get over the aftershock of the powerful orgasm you just had. He grinned at you and leaned down to kiss your mouth, leaving a small taste of yourself on your lips. His hands reached down for the hoodie you were wearing and the shirt underneath it, he pulled both up enough to have a view on your pretty tits.

“Knew you were not wearing a bra.” he gave a playful pinch to your nipples.

You whined and pushed his hands away before reaching down to the band of his sweatpants to remind him of what he was supposed to do with you.

“You’re so impatient, princess, you’re lucky I love you” he mumbled.

Your heart warmed up at his words, they were like a little reminder that you were his and he was yours. “I love you too, daddy.”

He completely took your legging off and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock was hard and red, the mere sight of it was enough to make you drool. Bringing a hand around its base, Suna started to run his tip over your puffy clit, allowing his cock to be coated of your wetness.

“You’re so shamelessly messy, puppy.” he moaned as he put the tip in, “and so fucking tight. God, no matter how many times I fuck you- you were made to take my cock, right doll? No one else’s.”

“Hmm- Only yours daddy! ‘Was made to only take you”

He groaned as he bottomed out, the wetness of your previous orgasm making it so much easier. Remembering how hard you came earlier, he started fucking you harder with the only goal in mind to make you gush as hard as he just did. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix and reaching that one spongy spot only him could reach. You were seeing stars- figuratively and literally.

“Daddy you’re so deep” you moaned.

“I know baby, but you love it right? You love having me this deep. Say it.”

“I love it daddy! No one- no one else can fuck me like you do.”

Satisfied with your answer, Suna didn’t take mercy on you and started pounding harder into your gummy walls. Feeling you clench around him, he spat on your hardened clit and started toying with it with his thumb, just like you liked. The added stimulation only heightened your senses. You could feel everything, from the way his thumb was rubbing circles around your clit to the hard vein on his cock that felt painfully good every time he thrusted into you. Before you knew it, your orgasm started building up in you much more powerful than the one you previously had.

“Da- Daddy ‘m gonna make a mess again.”

“Yeah? Gonna gush around me? Come on pretty I know you can do it, gonna make your pretty little cunny cum.”

His other hand started toying with your hard nipple and that pushed you over the edge, cunt spasming around him and juices squirting on his old black hoodie, you came on the hood of your boyfriend’s old car. You moans were nothing compared to the grunts and groan that left Suna’s mouth, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you did.

“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” a few more thrust inside your walls were enough for him to spill his load into you.

He leaned down on you and hugged you, chest pressed against yours. You two stayed like that for a second, in a comfortable silence just enjoying each other’s presence. After a while, he pulled out of you with a wince as he saw his cum spill out of your hole. He was quick to pick up your leggings and panties and helped you put them back on.

“Don’t waste precious cum.” he said as you pulled your leggings up.

“Maybe if you stopped fucking me raw-”

“Shh, you love it.”

He pressed a kiss to your temple and opened the car door for you.

“Get in, we’re getting food.”

You excitedly clapped your hands, ready to spend some more time with him.

“And then we’re going back to my house, really gotta make you squirt again.”

“You’re a fucking perv, Suna Rintarou.”

“You’re in love with this perv.”

You smiled, because that was the complete truth.

na: sorry for the rushed ending im exhausted </3 

[marycecilyy]

Hey could you do headcanons for the mcl guys (or if not all of them castiel, armin, and kentin) when their S/O is a famous singer? Thank you❤

Oh god this turned out so longer than I expected huahahushaushu

First of all, these are too long to be headcanons, all three of them have more than 1k words each. Also, I changed a bit the prompt. It's more like "Candy has the dream of becoming a famous singer". The rest you'll see... I'll only say that I'm very proud of this one ;)

Castiel, Armin and Kentin with a Candy that wishes to be a famous singer

Castiel

Castiel wasn’t one to be friendly to new students, but he knew you weren’t like any other when you came to him and asked if Winged Skull was one of his favorite bands too. He was shocked to know that there was another person at Sweet Amoris who enjoyed the same bands as him. Yes, bands (in plural). After he answered that, yes, Winged Skull was his favorite band of all times, you started talking about your common interests and discovered that there were many.

He was a very closed off guy, but somehow you managed to break into his skull in a short time and, in a few months, you turned into best friends.

When Debrah came back and that whole situation happened, your fight with Castiel had a lot of impact over you. In your head, you had just lost your best friend forever. Fortunately. Lysander not only helped you recover from the blow and gave you energy to gather your friends and expose Debrah, but also helped you admit to yourself that, you did have feelings for Castiel.

Once she was unmasked and ran away like a coward, things quickly came back to normal. In less than one week, you had restored your reputation, your friends apologized for misjudging you, Castiel and you were once again friends. The only difference was that you knew that you were in love with him.

You didn’t tell him about your feelings right away, you decided to keep your friendship and focus a bit on your lifelong goal: become a music star. You started learning how to sing properly and doubled the days of your guitar lessons. Castiel even helped you get into the music club (they were full when you got into Sweet Amoris, but he found a way to enroll you).

You knew that your chances of actually becoming famous were pretty low, the market was difficult and depended a lot on having the right contacts. That was why, while you tried putting your name out there, your plan was to get a degree in music as soon as you finished high school. Antheros Academy offered a good education and was close, it was your best option.

As you channeled your energies towards your goal, Castiel started to acknowledge his own sentiment towards you. He liked to watch your focused face as you tuned your guitar and your singing voice earned a sweet accent all of the sudden. He always considered you a special girl, but, to his surprise, feelings were starting to develop inside his closed off chest.

That was why, as soon as he won those concert tickets on a raffle, he knew he’d take you there as your first date. Luckily for him, you accepted right away. Castiel had a feeling that night would be something else.

And it really was, as he kissed you, without even thinking it through, when the vocalist sung what he knew was your favorite tune. When you kissed him back, he wrapped his hands over your waist and lifted you up, feeling your warm lips open up for him.

The months that followed were full of bliss. With you and Castiel officially dating, the school had a lot to talk about. Amber pestered you quite a bunch of times, but that didn’t mess with your relationship at all. Everything was perfect, as it was supposed to be.

But that didn’t last long. Right after you finished high school, your dad had to move to another town because of his job and you had no choice but to go too. You were sure that your relationship would survive the distance, after all, you were in love. This situation would be worked out.

Castiel came to your new house a couple of times and you two called frequently, but in the end distance started to grow between the both of you… and it hurt. Knowing that Castiel was sad made you miserable and you decided to break up before it became unbearable.

You lost your count of how many nights you cried thinking about him.

4 years later.

You were zipping your jeans up when you heard a knock on your dressing room’s door. Who could it be? Your parents had already congratulated you over the phone, there was no one supposed to come that night. Did your manager schedule a press interview for after the show?

You put on your shirt and told whoever was on the other side to wait. When you finally opened the door, your jaw almost fell. You couldn’t believe he was there.

He looked exactly like in the magazines, (a bit less photoshopped, but that was to expect. You went through that as well and it sucked). His hair was shoulder-length and he wore a black shirt that showed off the tattoos up to the middle of his arm. He wore some light makeup, most on his skin, which you deduced his manager made him put on. Castiel looked like you expected him to after all those years, but one thing about him surprised you.

His eyes, although more mature and serious, had the same brightness as before.

"Are ya going to keep staring like that?” He asked and you noticed you had just been looking at him for a solid minute.

“Sorry. Come in.” You said and made space for him to enter the room. For your luck, there was nothing private to be seen, you had the habit of leaving your clothes and personal belongings messy and only cleaning up the second you had to go.

Castiel cleared his throat. An awkward silence hung between you. You hadn’t been alone with each other ever since the breakup. You two were two of the biggest stars of nowadays rock music, but you barely had any opportunity to talk. Not that you haven’t tried, it was the opposite. You avoided contact. Your fans knew you had dated in high school (you used to have pictures on your personal instagrams and fans were quick to dig over old accounts to find information about their idols), so they never expected a feat or any kind of collab. Everyone knew that you weren’t on best terms.

You remembered just a couple of days ago, when you were interviewed for one of those talk shows. The host made a lot of personal questions about Castiel and even asked if you would get back with him if you had the chance. You tried to avoid answering, but the public instantly read your unconscious signs: yes, you would.

That was why, you assumed, he was there. To make things clear. After all, because of you yours and his fans started shipping you two and got you on twitter’s trending topics. He probably was pissed. There was also a possibility of him wanting to take advantage of the situation, maybe propose a fake relationship? No, that wasn’t like him. Or was it? You barely knew him anymore.

“So… you probably guessed why I’m here. I saw your interview” You were right, then. “And I want to make things clear.” Ouch. You should prepare for the blow. “Look, we both know time has passed and we’re not the same as before. You broke up to avoid more suffering, and I get that. I really do.”

Castiel crossed his arms and glared at you. You looked back at him with fear, fear of knowing what his next words would be. “But...?” You asked.

“Tsk.” He huffed. This would be more difficult than he thought. “Look, little girl…” You felt a shiver run through your spine at the sound of the old nickname he gave you. You had always loved it, even though you didn’t say it out loud. After what felt like hours, he continued. “I don’t want to be cheesy, that’s not like me. So I’ll just say that if what all of the fans are theorizing is true.... If you do want to try again....”

Castiel took your hand and you jumped in surprise. He turned your palm to him and grabbed a pen from his back pocket. He wrote down a phone number on your hand and let go of it, capped the pen and turned around to go.

"That's my personal number. It’s pretty useful if you wanna call me without having to schedule an appointment with my manager.” You managed to laugh. You knew exactly how these things were annoying.

Inside, you were bursting with excitement. However, you answered playfully “Hm…. I’ll think about it, mr. Rockstar” Castiel chuckled and excused himself, saying that his manager would get pissed at him if he took too long. You smiled.

Maybe it was not over, after all.

Armin

When you told Armin, very early on your friendship, that your dream was to become a famous singer, he got so excited for you. He already knew that you played the guitar and was good at singing, but he had no idea that you wanted to make this your career path.

You couldn’t have chosen a better partner. Being the tech nerd that Armin was, he helped you a lot in recording your covers with the best quality possible considering the amateur camera and microphone you had.

However, the times that his presence most comforted you was when you showed him your new songs. He was always eager to see your composing progress and gave you pure honesty in his feedback, keeping in mind that he was no expert but still wanted to help you.

You always asked him for a way to return his favors, but he always said that it was his duty as your best friend to support you and that it was more than enough having you to talk about all his geek interests.

As time passed, you started to notice that you liked him way more as a friend. Without an idea of what to do, you asked Rosa and Alexy for advice. They were your closest friends apart from your crush (and you couldn’t run to him in that situation, duh)

After a dozen pro tips and date ideas from them, you decided to take Armin to the movies (basic, you knew, but couldn’t go wrong).

When you asked him if he was available Saturday night, you didn’t say properly “Hey, we’re going on a date”. Actually, you didn’t mention the word “date” at all, hoping that he would read between the lines.

And he did, because as soon as you sat and the film started, Armin grabbed your hand that was resting in the armrest and entwined your fingers. You couldn’t pay attention to what was going on screen at all and your attention was completely drawn from the movie when the boy grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his.

You only stopped kissing when the lights went on and the credits started scrolling.

“Hey…” You asked as soon as you two left the place, holding hands with him. “What was the movie about again?”

Armin laughed out loud. He teased you about it a lot before you made him confess that he didn’t know either.

A few days later, it was him who asked you out. You kept going on dates for the next week, all of them simple but interesting at the same time. However, you two weren’t dating. The whole school knew there was something going on between you two by the chuckles and timid kisses when you thought nobody saw them, but you didn’t make things official… yet. But that was about to change.

It was friday and you invited Armin over to “study” (he was sure that the afternoon would be spent between videogames and kisses, but if you wanted to call it a study session, it was okay for him).

As he comfortably sat on your bed as if it were his own, you told him to wait as you brought him some juice. When you came back, he was already grabbing his nintendo switch from his bag.

“What makes you think that we’re here to game?” You teased, handing him the glass.

“Come on, Candy, we both know that none of us are interested in learning orbital hybridization…”

“Maybe I am. I really need a good grade on those tests.” You approached him and held his jaw up so your foreheads touched. With a trailed voice, you continued. “Unless you have something more interesting to do in mind...”

Armin opened up that playful smile of his. “Oh, I do, actually.” In a quick movement that caught you off guard, he threw you in bed and started pampering you with kisses all over your face. You couldn’t stop laughing from how his hands tickled your belly, but you managed to stop him. “W-Wait, Armin!”

He looked at you, confused. “What?”

As you caught your breath, you explained that there was something you wanted to show him first. You got off the bed and went to grab your guitar that was hung up on the free wall of your bedroom.

“Did you compose a new song?” Armin deducted as you sat in front of him again, this time with your guitar in hands.

“You’ll see.” You tuned your instrument under his curious gaze. When you felt satisfied with the sound, you looked back at him. Armin didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks. “I know you’d never do it, but I have to ask even so: promise you won’t laugh.”

You started playing the first chords of the song you had finished composing just a few days before. Usually, you composed simple songs that anyone could identify with, songs about friendship, inspiration, changing the world. You never wrote about your personal feelings. The notes never made you cry.

This song was special, though, because it was about him.

The day it hit you that you had feelings for him, you had the idea of writing random verses that could one day fit into a new song. After your first date, you felt so overwhelmed that, looking at the words, you decided to turn them into a song. You didn’t think it would turn into something so personal and emotional. Every note, every word, everything was clearly about him, that dorky geek you had fallen in love with.

Falling deeper every time

I can’t help but think, oh my

I’m through, but I don’t mind

Would you trade you 2D girls

For this hopeless lover

That just wants your heart?

I’ll just say that he got the message very clearly and, as soon as you finished playing, he practically jumped on you, kissing your lips with such tenderness that you almost teared up.

Of course, he asked you to be his girlfriend XD

Kentin

The first time he heard about your dream, he was still little Ken. It was one of your first days at Sweet Amoris and you two were eating cookies in the staircase. You were ranting about how sad you were that the music club was already full and you couldn’t join. Ken asked you the reason why you were so upset.

“Well… There weren’t those kind of classes in our old school. Learning how to play an instrument and sing, even during extra classes would be so cool! If I went well, maybe I’d be able to convince my dad to pay me for some private classes and then I’d be one step closer to my dream!”

“Your dream?” Ken muttered.

“Yeah! I want to become a famous singer in the future! I know that it’s impossible and even kinda silly, but-”

“No, Candy! It’s not silly at all!” Ken said. Learning more about you made him happy and he didn’t want you to think for even a second that your dream was worthless. “You shouldn't be ashamed of dreaming big. You’ll have a long, difficult path to walk through, but when you get there - and you have my word on that - I’ll be cheering for you!”

“Ken... “ You flashed your best smile at him. It meant a lot to you to have his support, he was a kind person and a very good friend (he did cross a few limits with his adoration for you, but you weren’t bothered by it). You liked being around him a lot.

-x-

“Kentin!” You threw yourself in his arms and gave him a tender kiss. “Good morning.”

Your boyfriend chuckled and held your hand, walking with you through the hallway. You talked about how your weekend had been and, between light smiles and sweet kisses, you thought of how quickly things changed between you two.

When he came back from military school, a lot of things had changed in him, including his nickname. You were facing a new person and it had been a challenge discovering Kentin and building a new relationship with him.

Even though he was a different person from before, one thing didn’t change at all and you noticed it clearly: he still liked you. Obviously he was no longer that guy who professed his feelings to everyone and followed you everywhere, he had found new ways to show you his love. You enjoyed that more mature version of him, but wished he had the opportunity to grow into a man without all the trauma he went through. You knew that most of his growth had been through suffering, and that upset you.

You didn’t know when, but somewhere into your friendship you started to grow feelings for him too. After some coaxing from Rosa and Alexy, you managed to ask him out on an official date.

The whole school already knew that Kentin was head over heels for you, but everyone was shocked to know that you loved him back as your relationship became official.

“Hey, love.”

“What?” You asked your boyfriend back as soon as you got in front of your lockers. You started looking for your books, checking that day’s classes.

“I really liked that video you posted on youtube yesterday. I never heard that song before, did you compose it yourself?”

The book you held in your hand fell to the ground. “What video?” You whispered, eyes wide.

“What do you mean, babe? That video of you singing and playing the guitar. You uploaded it yesterday night. I saw right away, you know I have my notifications turned on to all your videos. I got surprised that you decided to finally show your face and sing something of your own and- Candy? Is everything okay?”

Kentin noticed your face and got worried for you. You looked absolutely terrified.

“That video… How did you see it? I posted it as private”

“No, you didn't. It was public.” Kentin was starting to understand why you were so surprised. He put one hand on your back as you blushed and hid your face on his chest in embarrassment.

“Oh god, I can’t believe I did that! I’m so stupid! The first time I record something like that, I accidentally post it for everyone to see! Dumb, dumb Candy! Dang, now everyone’s gonna know I’m bad!”

“First of all.” Your boyfriend frowned, bringing you close to him. “You’re not dumb, you just made a mistake. And it’s okay, probably just a few people saw it. Last time I checked was before I went to sleep and it only had 20 views. But why are you so upset, Candy? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that you were finally ready to show your face along with the covers. Did something happen to change your mind?”

“Well, I was not ready to show right away, especially not in a video that I looked terrible in. And it’s not just that. It was my first original song. I never showed it to anyone, what if it sucks?”

Kentin held your chin up and looked you in the eyes. “Candy, it doesn’t suck and you look great in the video!” You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. “But I understand your concerns. Luckily, that can be solved if you delete the video. You’ll have other opportunities to get famous, and with better videos.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” You reached for your phone and went to your youtube page. “Fu... No way…!”

Your hands trembled. Kentin was right, the video had few views (which was good). Only 50 people had seen it, but the problem wasn’t that. For your bad luck, one of those people had been Amber. You knew that because she had left three comments on your video.

AmberOfficial: lmaooooo

AmberOfficial: Thank you for the laughs. That’s hilarious

AmberOfficial: Just give up already, looser

“That girl....” Kentin grunted, looking at your phone screen. “I swear to you, Candy, I’ll make her regret this. I’ll-”

“You don’t need to, I’m fine.”

You untangled your arms from his torso and started walking away, trying your best to hide how upset you really were. Amber was right, your music sucked. You should give up on your dream of becoming a famous singer, not only because you were bad, but also because you could barely show your face to a few people without feeling like shit. You wouldn’t be able to deal with fame.

Kentin tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. He figured you needed some time alone. He could use that time to think of something to support you and get back at Amber.

-x-

You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You had already deleted the video, but you couldn’t stop feeling stupid for getting so upset by a few bad comments. And feeling stupid made you even more upset.

When you got to the hallway, it was empty due to classes having already started. You probably spent half an hour locked up, but at least no one would mess with you.

You went to the garden to get some fresh air and wait until the next class started. You sat at the bench, breathed in and finally calmed down a bit.

“Candy.”

You turned around, surprised to see your boyfriend. “Kentin! What are you doing here? Classes have already started.”

He just waved his hand in a “don’t worry about that” way and sat beside you. He kissed your cheek and took your hand, checking how you were. Seeing that you seemed to be more calm, he smiled lightly at you. “So… I talked to Armin. He already found out Amber’s password and he’ll hack into Amber’s youtube account. He’ll just mess with it for a bit, delete some videos and upload some random stuff. Nothing too bad, I promise, just some memes and rickrolls.”

“Hmm…” You muttered, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t right, for sure, but you didn’t feel like stopping them. You were still hurt. “Okay. Just promise you two won’t do something serious, okay?”

He agreed. You felt a bit better, but that wasn’t enough to lift your mood and Kentin knew that. That was why he also had something else prepared. "That 's not all. I did some quick search for places where you could record that music of yours with its deserved quality. You are a good composer, Candy, believe it. Your talent doesn’t have to stay hidden in a dark room with only you, a guitar and your cellphone recording it.”

“Kentin…”

“If you want to, I’ll help you rent a studio and record your song. That would be very useful for your portfolio. I know that’s expensive, but we can find ways to-” You cut him off with a kiss. He cared about you so much, to the point of skipping classes to think of ways to make you feel better. You loved your boyfriend so much…

Lucky. You felt lucky to have him.

“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me... “ You kissed his cheek, happy to have his support. That was more than enough at that moment, Amber’s words were far behind you. All that mattered was that you could go through this.

You had Kentin, and when you had him, you had your whole world holding you so you wouldn’t fall.

[parkersroses]

sunflowers. | harry styles.

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader (dad!harry, husband!harry)

summary: harry is very much in love with his little family.

word count: 2724 words

warning(s): a sprinkle of sexual mentions and a whole lot of fluff

disclaimer: gif is not mine. 

author’s note: hey there. been a while. i missed writing here and the reason i haven’t been doing that is because i was focused on finishing school. of course now, i still am busy with school, having to start my degree. but i miss writing so i thought i’d make this little piece here. it’s my first harry styles fic! quite exciting and nerve-wrecking for me. but as always, leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed this, also constructive comments do help me to improve my writing and i do want to be better at it. and reblog (!) it really helps writers out in creating content for you so pls do so if you like it. all the love x

She pushes her cart down the aisle as she browses through the shelves of delicious snacks. She already has picked out a bunch of biscuits and juice boxes when her phone rings, making her jump a bit. She takes out her phone and smiles as the screen showcases the contact name ‘lovie’ with a picture of her husband. She accepts the call as she continues to stroll down the aisle. 

“Hi, lovie!” she answers happily. “Hello, darling. Hope everything’s alright there,” Harry answers back. She giggles as she stops by the fruits and vegetables section. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that since you’re the one that’s looking after the house?” She questions about Harry’s intention of calling her. He chuckles through the phone. “Pfft, don’t be silly, love. I got everything under control here,” He says. She imagines how he is probably pouting a bit on the other side of the phone as she playfully rolls her eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, hun. Now, what do you need?” She asks, figuring that Harry has some last minute additions to the grocery. Harry hums and thinks as Y/N picks out some fresh salads. “Could maybe buy more bread for us?” He asks, which confuses Y/N as she thought she has already bought bread for them.

“Harry, didn’t I already buy those, like, two those days ago?” She questions as she starts picking out some fruits. She picks out two packets of strawberries and grapes each and one honeydew melon. She feels as though Harry is hesitating to answer back through the phone. “Yeah, but.. I got hungry so I finished most of them,” He says as though he is embarrassed by admitting this to his wife. Y/N only giggles at this information. 

“You and your bread. Any kind that you fancy this time?” She asks as she makes her way to the wet area of the supermarket. “Just the usual ones. Oh, and the whole wheat bread if there’s any,” He requests. Y/N hears the sound of cutleries clanking in the background, though she brushes it off, thinking it is just Harry cleaning the kitchen. “Alright. I’ll see you guys at home, yeah? I’m nearly done here,”

“Of course, darling. Bubs and I will be waiting,” he says, and Y/N smiles at the thought of her little family at home. The couple say their goodbyes and hang up. Y/N makes a note to herself to get some bread after picking out some salmon before checking herself out of the supermarket. 

After over a year of marriage, the both of them decided to start a family of their own. It excited her to think about Harry with their own child, knowing very well how good he is with children in general. They were both overjoyed by the news that they will be expecting a baby girl, more so of Harry than herself. He was ecstatic to be a father throughout the pregnancy journey. Even on the occasional dates they would go on, he would always make sure they picked some of the most private areas, paparazzi and fans-free. It was an important time for them and they wanted to keep things on the low most times. 

Now, their baby girl Rosie is six months old and is just the purest ball of sunshine and happiness. Harry and Y/N swore that their hearts grew ten times bigger upon first laying their eyes on her baby. Of course after she was born, it was tiring enough for them to handle a baby as they were new to being parents. Though, they managed to get the hang of it after some sleepless nights and cleaning up baby vomit. 

All of that which leads up to this moment where Y/N is buying some groceries for the family. Harry suggested they should take little Rosie out for a picnic. Although it was rather difficult to go outside without them getting papped and stalked, they luckily had a backyard that was big enough to have their little picnic together. It was all fenced up with a couple of flowers planted. It was ideally the perfect place to relax and have some family gatherings. 

Y/N quickly gets home in time for dinner, not before buying some Chinese food for her and Harry. She unlocks the door and quickly rushes by the living room and into the kitchen to put the heavy bags of groceries down. Harry, who had been folding the laundry and entertaining his daughter, notices his wife and calls out to her. “Hi, honey!” Baby Rosie, who has been laying on a plush little blanket, perks her head up and excitedly babbles after her father’s voice. “Hey, lovie! Give me a minute to put these away!” Y/N yells back at him.

Harry hums and puts away the last of the clean laundry in a basket before laying on his side next to Rosie. He lets his baby grab a hold of his large hand. He watches as Rosie puts his tiny little hand on the center of his palms, smiling widely as she looks at him and babbles about in baby language. It’s not long until Y/N comes in with a bag of Chinese food and some baby food. “C’mon, let’s eat, my loves,” She gently says as she sets the food down on the coffee table. Rosie holds out her arms to her mother; much to her delight, Y/N carries her up and sets her down on her lap. 

Y/N multitasks eating her dinner and feeding Rosie throughout dinner time. The faint sounds of a Fleetwood Mac album playing on the vinyl player filling the background. “So, what’s on the menu for tomorrow’s picnic?” He says as takes a bite off his spring roll. Y/N shrugs and wipes the excess baby food off Rosie’s mouth. “Don’t know yet. Maybe I’ll make those smoked salmon sandwiches that you like.”  

Harry playfully moans in delight. “You mean, those sandwiches you make are award-winning, darling,” he says, which makes Y/N giggles at her silly husband. “Well, I hope they are, Mr. Styles. Would be shameful if the salmon I bought just went to waste.” Little Rosie eventually finishes her food and decides to play around with her mother’s hair. She stares and strokes on Y/N’s hair, gently tucking it at times. The couple smiles widely at the sight of their daughter. “You doing alright, bubs?” Rosie merely stares at her parents with her big green eyes, not understanding their question. It still amazes Y/N how much of Harry’s features Rosie inherited. “Surely you weren’t a handful with your daddy this evening, were you?” Y/N playfully questions. 

Harry chuckles and takes Rosie out of Y/N’s arms. “No, she wasn’t. However, she wasn’t helpful in helping daddy with the laundry, were you princess?” He says as he lifts his baby girl above both of the couple’s heads, eliciting the sweetest laugh from Rosie. He does this a few more times until he stops since he didn’t want her to get dizzy and throw up. 

It was a very domestic moment for them. Just the three of them, having dinner, smiles and laughter all around. It is moments like this where Harry prefers the simplicity of life, in the comfort of his little family. “Think it’s time for someone to go to dreamland, don’t ya think?” Y/N says as she caresses Rosie’s soft cheeks with her finger, Rosie obviously showing her tiredness with her droopy eyes. Harry nods in agreement, already packing up to empty food boxes to throw away. 

“You wanna go up first, love? Nurse Rosie a bit. I’ll clean this up quickly.” Y/N insists on helping out Harry after he’s taken care of the house while she went to buy groceries. Though, Harry insists back on helping to clean, saying it’s no big deal. Without much of an argument, Y/N lifts up Rosie from his arms and heads up, not before giving Harry a loving kiss of appreciation. 

After nursing her, Rosie quickly falls asleep in her mother’s arms, lulling to the faint sounds of her heartbeat as she rests her little head on her chest. Harry soon joins in the room and he stops to admire the sight he has become all too familiar with. Just the sight of the woman he loves, carrying and rocking their baby daughter to sleep, a feeling of warmth and peace fills his entire heart. Sometimes, he can’t believe how lucky he was to have ended up in this position and he always thanks the universe for blessing him a family that he loves with his entire soul. 

Rosie gets tucked in her cot, a soft purple blanket covering her. Harry and Y/N go back into their room soon after. Harry lays on his bed with his eyes closed, humming a random tune while Y/N picks out her nightwear, which turns out to only be one of Harry’s T-shirts and underwear. “Can you believe she’s six months old now?” Harry asks out of the blue. Y/N turns around and stands between his legs. He sits up and gently pulls Y/N in by the waist. She runs her hands through his curls, he sighs in delight of the feeling. “Time flies, huh?” 

“Soon she’s gonna start walkin’, runnin’, she’ll become quite the troublemaker,” he jokes and pouts at Y/N. She chuckles at his silliness. “It’s nothing we can’t handle, right?” She smiles at him lovingly as she strokes his cheeks. Harry smiles back and puts his head on her stomach, giving it a light kiss through the dress she’s wearing. 

“Thank you. I feel like I haven’t said that enough,” he mumbles against her stomach. She looks down at him with a confused expression. “You carried her for a whole nine months and went through so much to deliver her to us. So, thank you. And I love you, darling. I’m so lucky.”

Y/N feels her breath hitched at his confession and she smiles at him. She leans down and kisses him hard. Sometimes, she thinks that she is the lucky one. She managed to find someone who loves and support her unconditionally, even through the late night snacks she had while pregnant with little Rosie. Harry doesn’t hesitate to kiss back and pulls her closer to him. She feels his tongue swipe across her bottom lip, asking for entrance. And who is she to deny making out with her incredibly talented and beautiful husband as she opens her mouth, making the kiss more passionate. Harry hears a soft moan from her and swears he feels shivers running up his spine.

They break away after feeling the oxygen running out of their lungs and lay their foreheads against each other’s, breathing heavily. “I love you, too,” she breathes out. They both smile widely at each other, feeling like teenagers in love. She pecks his lips one last time before pulling away from him. She starts undressing as she makes her way to the ensuite bathroom, Harry watching her every move as his mouth gapes open slightly. 

God, my wife is so fucking beautiful, he thinks to himself. He continues to admire Y/N as she undresses until she’s fully nude. He gulps as he feels the blood rushing towards his lower region.

Harry’s cut out from his thoughts as a piece of fabric flungs to his face. He grabs it from his face and he chokes on his saliva upon seeing Y/N laced lavender-coloured underwear. He looks up to his wife leaning against the bathroom door, every inch of her on display for him and him only.

“Mind joining me for a shower, baby?” she smirks as she quickly heads in the shower. 

When he hears the shower turn on, Harry jumps up from the bed and quickly takes off his clothes, tripping on his sweatpants on his way to join his wife in the shower.

━

Rosie giggles loudly and she reaches out for the blue butterfly in front of her. Y/N smiles at this soft moment and holds up her digital camera to take a picture. The sky was a nice shade of blue and clouds looked like cotton candy hanging above. The flowers in the garden were blooming and Harry managed to pick out two sunflowers for his sunflowers. It seemed like the perfect day.

Harry comes out with a bowl of freshly washed strawberries and grapes. He sits down next Y/N on the blanket they laid out, giving a soft kiss on her forehead, before looking over at his daughter. “What’s that, bub?” he asks Rosie in a seemingly excited voice. Rosie squeals and babbles to her father as she points out to the blue butterfly fluttering in front of her. 

“That’s right, bubs! That's a butterfly!” Harry picks her up and puts her on his lap. Y/N is already munching away on the strawberries. Harry opens his mouth to her, implying that he wants to be fed with the red fruits, Y/N rolls her eyes at his silliness but complies as she puts it in his mouth, plucking out the stem. As she does this, little Rosie looks at the exchange and opens her mouth wide, copying Harry. The couple merely laughed at the little girl’s behaviour. 

“You want a strawberry, Rosie?” Y/N smiles as picks one out, she bites lightly on the tip of it so Rosie could have the smallest bite of the fruit. Rosie whines and reaches out for the tiny piece. “Calm down, you bugger. Might wanna say ‘please’ to mommy first, yea?” Harry says to her gently as he rubs her back.

Of course, Rosie wouldn’t know how to say any words at all yet, so she babbles in her baby language and whines to be fed. “Think that might be ‘please’, love,” he says jokingly to his Y/N. 

“Well, who am I to say no to the cutest girl ever?” She jokes back and puts the tiny piece of strawberry in Rosie’s mouth, her mouth slightly stained from the juices. Harry wipes it off with a napkin and leans back on his arms, admiring the beautiful day outside. He takes in the clean summer air as he listens to his daughter babbling about to her mother, Y/N merely nods back as if she understands and talks in the most gentle voice to her. 

Harry sees Rosie picking up the large sunflower he picked out, her little fingers brushing against the yellow petals. He takes a look at Y/N and as he sees her smile, he thinks back about how lucky he is to have them two. There is not a day where Harry was never in awe of the love and passion Y/N gives to the family and he thinks of how he couldn’t possibly love his Rosie more every day. 

He breaks off the other sunflower from its stem and tucks it behind Y/N’s ear. She looks up and blushes at the gesture.  “You okay, H?” she asks. 

Harry nods and smiles at her. “I just really love you,” he says as he cups Y/N’s cheek, stroking it gently. 

Y/N feels the heat rising up to her cheeks. There is not a day where she’ll ever stop being in love with the man in front of her. She holds the hand that’s resting on her cheek and kisses it softly. “I really love you too,”

She leans forward and gives him a kiss or two. They both smile widely at each other, radiating the same amount of love, if not more, that they have for each other. Rosie squeals and claps her chubby hands together as she watches the sweet exchange between her parents. They both laugh at her cuteness. “And we love you too, my little love!” Y/N exclaims to her as she cups her cheeks and plants many kisses all over her face, making Rosie squeal in delight. Harry laughs and smiles at the sight. 

Life certainly feels good to him. Surrounded by the loves of his life, there’s no place or moment Harry would exchange this beautiful day with them. 

[iwadori]

Hey! I really liked that atsumu x reader fic where reader's Kita's sister. Could we get a similar fic but instead it's Kuroo dating kenma's equally as socially awkward sister/team manager?

Dating your Brothers teammate PT 2 (Kuroo)

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 1.8K

Genre: angst, fluff

You were a first year in Nekoma high school

You kept to yourself, since you found it hard to make friends

You spent your time in your classes, the library or joining your old brother’s (kenma) practices, although when you did attend you didn’t socialize with all your brother teammates you either sat with a book on in your hand or (if you were lucky) played on Kenma’s nintendo swtich.  

When Kuroo first saw you, he thought you were the prettiest girl that he ever laid his eyes on. He was speechless, to say the least. Kenma introduced him and you first as when you started in your first year, since he knew that you two should at least be acquainted with each other as you were all going to be walking to school together.

You found Kuroo very annoying (and that was an understatement) his debonair smirk, his wild wild bedhead and all of his continuous chemistry puns were things you found attractive annoying about him.  

Sometimes when you attend practice, you could tell that Kuroo was trying extra hard in an attempt to ‘show off’ to you, but you took no notice since you knew what type of guy Kuroo was (well you thought). Kuroo was a heavy flirt (well everyone he laid eyes on) he also was a giant dick. To you, he was a your average stereotypical teenage boy.

One day, Kenma fell ill with a cold so it just left you alone to walk to school. However, when you left your house, you see the last person you want to see.  

“Kenma’s not coming today” you whisper softly, but loud enough for him to hear.

“Yeah I know” he smiled

“So then why are you here?” you ask

“Well I’ll have you know Y/N, I’m here to see you.” he said as you start walking

On your route to school, you don’t say much just letting Kuroo talk about things or asking you questions to which you just nodded or shook your head in reply. As much as you’d like too, you didn’t know how to properly talk to someone like Kuroo, knowing the types of conversations he’s used to having with people, especially other girls.

Reaching the gates of Nekoma, before you could step inside Kuroo pulls you to side and puts his hands on your shoulders “Y/N” he says,

“Yes Kuroo?” you look up at him

“I just want to say I like you..” he says waiting for a response from you  

“I-I ...umm” You didn’t really know what to say, although you did find him annoying beyond relief there were some redeeming qualities about Kuroo that you could think of. But would two even work properly?

From your lack of response Kuroo continued, “I’m sure you don’t trust me right now, but Y/N don’t worry I’ll make sure I’ll prove to you that I’m a good guy for you.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod, since you didn’t really know what to say to that. Just then, the bell rings and you were still frozen in place, only snapping out of your trance when you hear Kuroo shout from afar “Don’t worry Y/N im going to do my best to woo you!”

Over the next month, Kuroo is doing his extra best to get you to fall in love with him doing things like: walking you to your lessons, carrying your books for you, bringing you lunch and spending everyday complimenting you to your face and to his friends.  

His actions made you swoon, you did feel more comfortable around him, although you haven't confessed your feelings yet, you were planning on to at the date that you reluctantly accepted to go on. You were going to have dinner first at this nice restaurant that you showed interest in ages ago and you were planning to watch a sequel to *insert favourite movie here* since he knew that you really liked the first one.

Before leaving out to the date you looked in the mirror giving yourself a once over. ‘Wow I look hot’ you thought smiling, you were kind of excited to see Kuroo and hear what he had to say about how you looked today. When you were leaving you were startled by Kenma who said

“Where are you going Y/N?” he asked with his eyes focused on his game

“Oh, to the library” you lied your cheeks heating up.

“Sure, you are...” he said

“Bye Kenma” you say putting your hand on the door knob

“Oh Y/N” he calls

“Mhm”  

“You look nice today” making you smile wide giving your brother a ‘Thank you’ before finally leaving.

On the way to the restaurant, you had a pep in your step, you felt the happiest you’ve ever been in a while. You stood outside the restaurant and took a few deep breaths to calm the sudden surge of nerves that washed over you. You counted to 10 and walked in the resturaunt freezing at what you saw, there was Kuroo looking as handsome as ever but next to him was a beautiful girl who was tall and had long hair, pretty eyes and a great body who also reminded you of someone you knew (but you just couldn’t put your finger on it.)

She exclaimed “Tetsu!” and pulling into a hug, her boobs pushing against his chest making you cringe. You didn’t know what to do, you couldn’t compete with this European-looking supermodel, especially she already looks really friendly with ‘Tetsu.’  

You storm out the restaurant a bit too aggressively, causing attention to yourself making Kuroo look at over to you, cursing himself for knowing how the situation looks to you. He chases after you, but sadly you were already gone.

When you got home, you rushed upstairs to your room with tears in your eyes. You knew this was stupid in the first place ‘Trusting a guy like Kuroo Testurou, how stupid can you be.’  

Kenma came into your room, never asking or caring to know what happened as he knew that once you were ready to tell him you would. You and Kenma have always been close, as you’re both as quiet as each other you never felt the need to be surrounded by a bunch of people since both of you were just what each of you needed.

You managed to forget the awfulness of your ‘date’ getting distracted by trying to win in a game of Murder Mystery on roblox and also having fun trolling 6 year olds with your brother. The night was basically ended and before you dozed off to sleep and Kenma went to his own bedroom he said “At least talk to him Y/N” leaving your room not waiting for a response.

As you slept, you thought about what Kenma said ‘what more is their to say to Kuroo?’ You did think about all the possibilites of what could’ve really happened with Kuroo and that girl. Maybe they’re just friends? You didn’t want to think about the possibility of you being wrong. You were never wrong. So you just slept with the assumption of Kuroo being who you thought he was in the first place. A womanizing dick.

As lonely it was, you didn’t tag along with Kenma to the gym and you made sure to wake up earlier so you didn’t have to walk to school with your brother and your boyfriend his best friend.  

Kuroo really wanted to talk to you again but you were heavy on the ignoring him. He even asked Kenma for help, but even though your brother was definitely always going to be on your side no matter what, he didn’t want to be in between his bestfriend and his little sister.

When you were walking home from school one day, you were stopped by the pretty girl that was with Kuroo on your ‘date.’ “Hi, my name is Alisa Haiba” she said smiling

‘Haiba’ you thought ‘Where do I know that surname?’ until you realised, “Oh your L-”

“Lev’s sister, that knucklehead is my brother” she laughed

“So what do you need me for?” you ask  

“Me and Kuroo are just friends, I know you probably won’t believe me but me and him are NOT dating or anything romantic, he’s as much as a little brother too me then Lev is” she said

“Oh ok, thanks” you didn’t have any more to say and with this newfound information, you did feel more inclined to give Kuroo a chance, and that is if he even wanted one after all the ignoring and avoiding you’ve been doing. Now you feel stupid.

You thought back to all your times with Kuroo, making you smile. You knew what you had to do, you couldn’t shy away from this anymore, you thought about the scenario of him completely rejecting you and to be honest you were content with that as if ‘you don’t ask you don’t get’ or whatever the saying is. Since it was Friday, you knew that Kuroo would be at Kenmas playing smash bros on their switches (and that’s when you would usually spend extra time at the library to avoid him.)

So, you rushed to your house, dramatically opening the door exasperated. “Kuroo!” you shout, not even looking to see if he was there, to your horror there was the whole team over tonight who were quite humored by your shout.  

You went red and then shyly whispered “May I speak to Kuroo please?” looking up at him “that’s if you wanted”

“Umm...sure” he said getting up to follow you into your room.

Kenma gave you a reassuring smile that read ‘Everything's going to be ok.’ You led Kuroo to your bedroom and sat on your bed fidgeting.  

“I’m sorry”

“I’m sorry”

You both say at the same time, making each other laugh he waits for you to speak, “Kuroo, I’m sorry for misreading the situation and ignoring you and making you out to be a complete dick, I know I’m probably a bit too late but I’d love to ask you on a proper date... one that I won’t run away on this time”

“Y/N, it’s fine. I’m sorry for not actually explaining the situation as I know what it looked like. And yes, I will definitely take you up on that date... that’s if you’ll have a ‘dick’ like me” he jokes

You playfully shove his arm, making you both laugh. You spend the rest of the night with Kuroo in your room catching up on all the things you’ve both missed out on in the time when you were ignoring him.

The date you went on was better than you imagined, Kuroo was definitely a great guy (making you feel even more stupid for assuming differently in the first place.) You developed an amazing relationship with Kuroo, which lead you to eventually become mrs Y/N Kuroo and having Kenma and Kuroo be able to officially call themselves ‘real brothers’

AN: I really actually enjoyed this one, so I hope you do too. <3

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Benny Rodriguez

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You and Benny met when you were younger. You’d lived in the neighborhood your entire life and with Benny and the boys being the only kids around your house; and the fact that you were a bit of a tomboy in general, they were who you made friends with.

- Like most young boys, they weren’t too keen on some little girl butting into their games, but you were persistent! It took you a couple weeks and a whole lot of effort but soon enough they let you stay and play without any complaints. After that, the rest was history.

- You’d sort of always just been one of the guys. The main reason you were allowed to stick around was because they nearly forgot you weren’t one. You played baseball, weren’t afraid to get dirty, and never acted all “prissy”; you were the only type of girl they’d ever be caught dead letting into their crew.

- And; without any opposition from you, that’s how things went on for a few years. It wasnt until you got a little older that you realized that being “one of the boys” maybe wasn’t the ...greatest thing in the world.

- You sort of always had a thing for Benny. It was easier to brush off and not realize when you were younger but as you got into your teenage years, it became more difficult to ignore.

- And thus, your dilemma finally became obvious. You’d spent so long being one of the guys that you were completely sure Benny only saw you as that; he sure acted like he did.

- So a million thoughts raced through your head. You wondered if you could change how he saw you, if you wanted to, how you’d do it, should you do it, when you’d do it, etc. Maybe you should try some makeup, change your clothes, your personality; should you stop hanging around him so much?

- You had no idea what to do ...so you tried a few things. You dressed a tad bit girlier; not enough to have the gang on you or ruin your ability to play, and wore your hair down, and ...nothing happened.

- All you got was a few comments from the guys asking “what’s up with the hair?”. Soon enough, you were grumpily pulling your hair up into a ponytail after getting not even the slightest reaction from Benny.

- After several attempts, you’re at a loss and somewhat frustrated. You debate just telling him but the day you decide to, you chicken out and stay home.

- Your mother tells Benny you aren’t feeling well when he asks if you can come out and play and you watch from behind the curtain guiltily as he leaves your front steps, casting one last look from behind his shoulder at your window.

- You don’t show up to the field for another day or two before deciding that you need to go back, missing your friends and fresh air. You figure you can play it cool like always, and you do, getting welcome back slaps on the back and shakes.

- You play for a few hours before the boys have to go home and you’re left on the field alone with Benny. You’re just about to walk out as well ...up until Benny calls after you. With a deep breath, you jog back over and stand in front of him.

“You feeling better?” he asks and you both nod, one after the other.

“That’s good. I missed you out here,” he says before seeming to realize what he said. He laughs slightly before following up with a “Yeah-Yeah sucks at playing your position.”.

- You both laugh before he asks “why don’t we play, just you and me. You throw and I’ll hit”. And you try to turn him down, telling him that you should be getting home, but then he gives you that smile of his and a “come on” and you just can’t refuse.

- So you get in position and the two of you play, swapping turns back and forth when you have to run and catch the ball.

- On one of your last few throws, he runs over to hand you the ball but doesn’t immediately let go. Instead, he leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your cheek before running back to his spot on the field, casting a look back at you and subsequently a smile as he does.

- The two of you kiss for real when you’re at the edge of the field, getting ready to walk home. He calls your name and you pause, standing still as he grips your shoulder and leans in, planting a peck on your lips.

“Why’d you do that?” you ask, though it’s obvious that you don’t mind.

He merely shrugs and grins at you. “I wanted to.”

- You can’t help but smile back, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders and walk you off the field.

- There isn’t a ton of pda in your relationship but there’s a bunch of contact: high fives, his arm around your shoulders, his leg touching yours when you sit next to each other. He just doesn’t want the guys on your case for the rest of the week for a measly kiss in front of them. 

- Affectionate hair ruffling. 

- Hand holding, usually when the gang isn't around; unless it’s Smalls. 

- Forehead and cheek kisses.

- Soft kisses.

- He has your picture on his dresser and you cant help but smile every time you see it. 

- When it really comes down to it, he’s got a huge soft spot for you. He may treat you like one of the boys most of the time but there’s a twinkle in his eyes that tells you you’re definitely different from them to him. 

- Excited hugs, usually after he accomplishes something big or you get good news. 

- Sitting in between his legs, usually with his chest pressed against your back.

- He doesn’t mind cuddling, even if it’s sort of in front of the gang, mainly because his style of cuddling is his arm draped over your shoulder and you resting against his side.

- As though he’d allow you to not have a nickname! He doesn’t really use petnames except; maybe, when he’s using them as jokes or sarcastically, but you’ve probably had a nickname since you were little that he still uses.

- Although, he does say “that’s my girl” to himself or just outloud whenever he gets all proud of you; like when you score a homerun.

- The boys definitely tease him about you. Its the one thing they have on him.

- He lets you win when you guys race. You’re absolutely aware of it but you think it’s cute so you both jokingly pretend he didnt.

- He’s always there to help get you out of a pickle. If you have a problem it is both your problems the minute you tell him.

- He always brushes off your praise with a halfhearted and playful scoff but in actuality, he loves it whenever he gets a compliment from you.

- There’s definitely been moments where you’ve been in his room with him and asked about some sort of clothing item and he just casually asks if you want it. And ...You’re damn right you do.

- Randomly being carried away from things isn’t all too uncommon for you. He likes to pick you up, whether it’s just by your armpits or in a piggyback ride.

- Walking home from school together. 

- Spending your summers together. 

- Expect a lot of random visits and him calling you to come hang out. If he wants to see you, he’ll just come knocking on your door. 

- Smalls is sort of like your adoptive child, even though you're only like two years older than him. You’re just always looking out for the younger boy and making sure he feels welcome and all that. 

- Getting introduced to Beast and Mr. Mertle. 

- Knowing tons of baseball facts because of him.

- Playing catch in the lot. He goes easy on you but to be fair; he goes easy on most people.

- Looking after him and making sure he doesn’t over exert himself.

- I’m sorry but you’ll have to just accept that baseball is his priority a lot of the time. It’s his “life” and you’ll just have to accept that if you want to be with him. 

- He would genuinely ask you to marry him in complete awe if you were to ever get him baseball game tickets. 

- He makes a big deal over your birthday, well, him and the rest of the boys. They all cheer when you arrive at the field, giving all their “look who it is’s”and slapping you on the back.

- Going to the movies ...after they put up another screen.... He’ll usually grab your hand and keep glancing over at you whenever you go, he just thinks you’re really pretty.

- Hanging out in the treehouse together. 

- Going to the fair with him. 

- Pool dates.

-  A lot of your dates get invaded by the gang, especially if they involve pizza …or food of any kind really. 

- His mother probably insists on giving him some money every time she hears he’s going to hang out with you because she wants him to be a little gentleman and pay for your “date”.

- Even though you’ve always sort of been seen as just one of the guys, you’re serious bragging rights for Benny; both to the other boys and to Phillips. All it takes is one visit to the pool with them and suddenly they’re all a little envious of their leader.

- Though, to be honest, all the boys in the group have probably; at some point, had a crush on you or thought that you’d end up together because it just makes sense, you know? They weren’t in love but they had those little “why am is my heart racing” type of moments with you.

- Even though he brags about you, he’s still a jealous boy. He pretty much glares at any other guy; besides the guys in the gang, you’re with. Even if he’s doing something else, he finds it difficult to concentrate. The minute you arrive back at his side, he’ll ask why you’re hanging out with them, usually with a subtle; or not so subtle, insult directed towards them.

- Even though he knows you’re capable of holding your own, he’ll still always jump to stick up for you because it’s just a habit of his.

- He’s protective of everybody in his gang so that obviously includes you. He isn’t above fighting; or at least embarrassing, someone who’s giving you a hard time or literally carrying you to a safe distance when you’re near something he deems dangerous. Plus, he’s always the first one at your side no matter what’s going on.

- The two of you don’t fight a ton. You’ve been friends for a while so you sort of already know what rubs each other the wrong way and can avoid them because of that. If you are fighting, it’s probably about something stupid and you wind up just leaving; for one reason or another, as he calls after you.

- That being said, you usually just resolve things after a bit of arguing; without you having to walk off. As an apology, he’ll give you a sincere “hey, I’m sorry, alright?” before making some joke along the lines of asking if you want to hit him. You’ll hug and he’ll kiss your head and everything will be settled.

- You don’t tell each other that you love each other a whole lot; it sort of just isn’t Bennys thing, but you show each other you do with your actions.

- In the future, you’re there at every single one of his games, cheering him on.

- He probably asks you to marry him right after highschool. He just can’t wait to make you Mrs. Rodriguez.