#can you guys tell that there is NOTHING TO DO today

[poemgyu]

ㅡ stumbling back to you ( 한동민 )

ㅡ PAIRING: ex!taesan x fem!reader

ㅡ SYNOPSIS: ୨ৎ in which you show up at your ex's doorstep drunk

ㅡ GENRE: fluff, college au, getting you back trope

ㅡ WARNINGS: none??? mentions of drinking and alcohol, kisses and cuddling but nothing more than that

ㅡ A/N: this ended up being longer than i expected oopsies!!! anyways hope u guys enjoy this ᡣ𐭩

taesan has just gotten out of the shower, his previously wet hair now dry as he sets the towel down on the bathroom counter. he’s about to go lay in bed when he hears the doorbell ring. and another. and once more.

taesan looks at the digital clock on his nightstand and frowns. 12:30 AM. why would anyone show up here this late? he’s deep in thought when he hears a loud knock, and someone’s voice. a voice he recognizes particularly well. his eyes widen a bit, but then go back to normal. no it couldn’t be. 

he shakes down his suspicions and calmly walks to the door. the person on the other side is still knocking. he sighs before opening the door and the surprise on his face is evident. “y/n?” 

“taesannnnn!!!!” you say, stretching out the end of his name. taesan stares at your face. the face of his ex that he knows all too well, the face of the girl he’d broken up with just three months ago.

it’s obvious to him that you’re drunk. your pink cheeks, the way you just hiccuped, how you keep closing your eyes because you can’t keep them open, and the fact that you’re leaning on the person beside you for support—wait who’s the guy beside you? 

the guy taesan had been eyeing with nothing but sheer hatred finally gets the hint and speaks up, “hey man, y/n wouldn’t tell me where she lives and this is where she told me to take her… sorry about this haha…” taesan looks at him with an unexplainable emotion in his dark eyes. 

“who are you?” he asks although it sounds more like a demand.

“i’m eunseok! we’re in the same club and we had a welcome party today! y/n got a little drunk and i was trying to drop her home but we ended up here…” eunseok says, a bit taken aback by taesan. 

without saying anything, taesan grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, forcing eunseok’s hand to fall back next to his side. “hm?” you look up at him with squinted eyes. 

“thanks for taking care of her, i’ll take it from here,” taesan gives him a stiff smile that eunseok reciprocates, trying not to make the moment even more awkward for himself. taesan pulls you inside his apartment and closes the door behind you. 

once the door shuts you can immediately feel the warmth of his hands on your back, it engulfs your whole body. you smell the familiar scents of his body wash and shampoo and you take in a deep breath. taesan pulls you out of thought as he moves back to look at your face. he’s frowning. 

“what were you thinking?” taesan sighs as he gets a look at what you’re wearing. a black dress that leaves most of your legs bare and a thin leather jacket, which is mainly just for style and does nothing to keep you warm. 

“it’s so late and you’re dressed so lightly, and you let a random guy who sounds like he barely knows you walk you home while you’re drunk! do you realize how dangerous that is? what if something had happened, what if some weirdo did something to you—” he’s cut off by a giggle from you and the expression on his face changes when he sees your face. 

“are you worried dongminie?” you look up at him and his heart softens at the name you call him. you are the only person, aside from his very close friends and family who calls him by his real name. 

he ignores your question and looks away. you slightly stumble without taesan’s grip around your body and his gaze comes back on you as quickly as it left. his hands come around your shoulders and back to support you as he walks you over to the couch. he steps into the kitchen and comes back to hand you a glass of warm water. 

“you usually get sick during this time of year, you shouldn’t be drinking cold water. and especially with that outfit you’ve been in all night.” he says the last sentence while glaring at you. you pout while drinking the water. 

“mean dongminie,” you mumble and you swear you heard taesan let out a quiet laugh. 

“dongminieeee!!!” you whine. taesan looks down at you, “what is it?” he says while moving a strand of hair away from your face. “y/n is tired.” you pout. taesan chuckles at how you can barely keep your eyes open as you talk to him. “alright. i’ll give you some clothes to wear and then you can go to sleep, okay?” his tone is so soft that it’s lulling you to sleep right then and there. 

“don’t wanna. alwready coezy” you say, slurring your words as taesan bites a smile back. “come on, if you sleep in uncomfy clothes you’ll wake up really sore tomorrow.” you’re too tired to fight with him so you just give in, “carry me.” taesan sighs as his hand secure themselves under your thighs and back. he carries you to his bedroom and gently places you down. 

taesan rummages through his closet to find clothes that’ll keep you warm while your arms are wrapped around his waist as you lean all of your body weight on him. once taesan finds something, he turns around to gently pat your back making you look up at him. “go on and change,” he hands you his clothes and walks your wobbly figure to the bathroom. 

as he closes the door he shouts, “don’t fall, alright!” he’s worried because he’s seen you stumble over yourself way too many times tonight. “you’ve always been clumsy while drunk,” he says to himself before he hears you shout, “okie dokie!” 

you step out of the bathroom and are about to trip once more over the fabric of the sweatpants taesan gave you. “dongminie too big,” you put your arms up to show him how the hoodie arm exceeds at least 5 inches over your hands.

taesan can’t help the smile from creeping up his face as he takes your appearance in. you’re wearing a matching grey sweatpant and hoodie set that got too small on taesan since he’d grown out of it. he laughed to himself at how even his smallest clothing looked humongous on you. 

“i’ve missed seeing you in my clothes” he mumbles to himself. “huuuuuh?” you look at him, blinking your eyes with flushed cheeks, due to your intoxicated state and taesan just thinks you looked so cute that he could—he clears his throat. 

“your ears are rwed dongminie” you point out, pointing to his red ears. taesan’s eyes widen as he quickly covers his ears. “y-you should go to sleep, you must be tired,” he point to his nicely made bed. 

you nod and hold your arms up, waiting to be carried like a baby. taesan throws his head back and closes his eyes as he lets out a soft laugh, amused by your antics. 

in a swift motion he pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist and you instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. your face is buried into his neck and taesan can feel your breath on him. his grip on you is firm as he walks you over to his bed and gently lays you down.

he makes sure to pull the blanket all the way up until it reaches your chin and once again moves your hair away from your face. he looks at you with so much tenderness as his gaze lingers for a couple more moments, as if he’s trying to memorize your face like he’s never going to see you again.

“goodnight,” he finally says as he turns off the lamp on his nightstand and stands up to walk away when he feels a tug on his sleeve. he turns around to be met by your eyes which he can’t refuse, “stay please,” you mumble and taesan can’t say no to you. how could he when you look so precious. 

he slowly nods as he crawls into the other side of the bed, pulling the blanket on him as he lays there stiffly. you turn to face him and he feels obliged to do the same. he looks so pretty that your drunken self can’t help but blurt out, “why’d you leave me dongminie. you’re a bad dongminie.” taesan’s eyes soften at your small voice and the hurt look on your face.  

“i’m sorry,” he lets out a soft sigh, “it’s my fault.” “what do you mean? tell me,” you ask taesan, wondering what he means. the way taesan broke up with you was so abrupt. there had been no fights, no arguing, no nothing prior to the breakup. he had met up with you at the park and told you that you guys couldn’t be together anymore. you were so shocked because you guys were so happy. he was your most favorite person and without him nothing was the same. 

you look back at taesan, it’s like he’s thinking carefully on if it’s okay for him to tell you. “it’s just that saemi, she—she was planning on framing you for plagiarism that she did. it would expel you out of university and she even had all the evidence and everything and wanted to ruin your whole life if I didn’t break up with you and i—i was just so scared. i didn’t want you to be ruined because of me so i—i had to,” he raked a hand through his raven hair and you could hear his voice shaking. 

you remember saemi. back in highschool she had the biggest crush on taesan and everyone knew. so when you and taesan started dating you’d became her biggest enemy. she would play childish pranks on you like tripping you and slowly it got worse. she once locked you inside the janior’s closet for 3 hours and when taesan found you he was so furious that he got saemi suspended from school. you thought you’d never see her again after highschool but you never expected her to come back into your life and threaten your boyfriend.

“i’ve missed you like crazy. it was so hard for me to try to erase you from my life and i still can’t do it. every time i saw you walking with a guy my stomach would feel like it’s being ripped out but i couldn’t do anything about it.” there had been so many nights that kept taesan awake. he’d worry about if you were doing okay, if you were safe, if you had moved on and he would feel so empty. as you watched taesan you could tell how hard it’s been for him. 

“you probably won’t remember this but i love you and i always will love you, even though i can’t be with you," he looked into your eyes with nothing but sincerity. you suddenly shifted your body close to him and the alcohol in your system made you spontaneously bold. you leaned even closer and caught his soft lips in yours. it was only for a moment but as you pulled away you could see the shock on taesan’s face even through the darkness of the room. 

you sleepily giggle as you hold his hand underneath the blanket, “i’ll make sure i remember this at least,” you say, the last part becoming almost incoherent as you’re on the brink of falling asleep. taesan has always had this effect on you which instantly relaxes you.

your eyes are closed as you feel taesan bring you impossibly closer to him, as if you’ll disappear in an instant. your face is buried in his chest and the soft scent of his shampoo is intoxicating the air around you, even more than the soju you drank earlier. the last thing you feel before going off into dreamland is the softness of taesan’s lips on your head, pressing a kiss and mumbling a small “sleep well y/n.”

ㅡ ౨ৎ ㅡ

as soon as you open your eyes, you’re met with the view of a white t-shirt, likely someone’s chest as you’re snuggled in it. you look up to see who the owner is and your eyes land on taesan’s peaceful sleeping face. your heart softens and the memories of last night come flooding back. you smile to yourself before taking in taesan’s face. you haven’t had a good look of it in what feels like forever. 

his lashes are long, you notice, not one sign of discomfort on his face as he sleeps soundly. his lips are slightly parted and the sound of his breathing fills the room. your gaze drops to his lips once again and you remember how you briefly kissed him last night. you gasp at your boldness, maybe a little too loud because taesan’s eyebrows furrow and he begins to shuffle. he softly groans before his eyes sleepily, open and they meet yours instantly. 

“morning, baby,” he says lazily as his hands snake around your waist to pull you closer and his head buries in your neck. he did it so naturally that even he realizes and suddenly moves away and sits up. he looks a bit surprised but his expression changes and he looks shy. 

“i swear i didn’t kidnap you!” he abruptly says and you have to force a giggle back as you sit up as well. “you probably don’t remember but you came here last night and you were drunk and—” “i remember,” you cut him off and his expression goes back to being surprised. 

“you—you remember? everything?” “everything.” you assure him. he looks taken aback like he doesn’t know what to say. he shyly looks around the room figuring out his words, “so will you… take me back?”  

taesan is scared of what you’ll say and it’s visible on his face. you both are looking into each other’s eyes and he looks so pretty right now that you could cry. you’ve so badly missed the morning face of his that you're looking at, his nagging habits, his smile, everything about him. 

“of course i will, i’ve missed you so much dongminie,” you giggle sheepishly and taesan’s expression finally calms. “thank—thank god, i was scared you wouldn’t want me,” taesan finally exhales out the breath he’s been holding in. 

“but you’ll have to promise me something,” taesan looks at you expectantly. “if there’s ever a problem we’ll tell each other and work through it together.” taesan aggressively nods at your words, “i’ve learnt my lesson.” 

you laugh, “okay!” taesan once again looks at you expectantly while fiddling with his fingers. “so… does that mean i’m your boyfriend now?” you let out a hearty laugh again and taesan swears his heart does backflips.

 “yes taesan you’re my boyfriend and i’m your girlfriend,” you say smiling and taesan can’t control himself as his hands reach out to cup your face and his lips meet yours. 

he kisses you with so much softness and love that you can feel it emitting out of him. he savors you like it’s the first time he’s kissing you, his lips moving tenderly against yours. you feel him smile against your lips and that’s when you realize that he’d been longing for you as much as you had been longing for him.

a/n: if you enjoyed please reblog ! thanks so much ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

[cloudcountry]

"waxing gibbous — proposal. a promise to be together forever" With Haku & I, please and thank you !!

waxing gibbous — proposal. a promise to be together forever.

with haku kusanagi.

Haku, decidedly not composed for the first time in his life, is trembling. It’s the early hours of the morning and you are still very much asleep, having been busy chatting with your friends for most of the night. He brushes a strand of hair away from your face, staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

He’s never felt so lucky.

It’s so easy to love you. He lays by your side, propped up on his elbow, and watches you. Time passes, and by a quarter till eight, he's still watching you. At some point he lays down fully, an arm thrown around your waist, and you curl up next to him as if seeking his warmth.

The world is so cruel. It’s been so cruel to you. Haku wishes he met you sooner. Maybe then, things would have been different. He could be the guy you needed when you needed him most, instead of doing whatever inconsequential thing he was doing instead. If he could go back in time, he’d look for you the second he was able to, he’d search the whole world if only to catch a wisp of your name. He loves you, plain and simple.

He really, really loves you.

Haku turns on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He should do it today, shouldn’t he? He had a whole moment planned out in his head, but what if that moment never happens? He should just tell you his intentions, should he not?

He should become yours so he can protect you and love you for the rest of his days, however many that may be. In sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, right?

Haku rises again, this time reaching over to the nightstand. He grasps for the handle of the drawer in his love drunk haze, pulling it open when he finds it. Reaching inside, he grabs the small blue box, running his thumb over the familiar texture.

His heart pounds in his chest, and he opens the box.

A small ring, sat pretty and glistening in the black velvet cushioning. His breath catches in his throat. Haku turns to look at your sleeping face again, knowing you’ll wake up any minute now. He knows it, and he knows what he will do.

He’s going to tell you how he feels. Special moment be damned, this moment right here with you is special enough.

If it’s enough to make a guy like him rush his plans, it must mean something.

You awaken to Haku by your side, as per usual. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes, you yawn. You can feel Haku watching you from the corner of your eye as you stretch.

“Good morning, love.” you murmur, turning to smile at him, looking like the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen in his life.

If only he had the words to express it.

“Good morning, princess.” he sighs, brushing your hair behind your ear again, “Will you marry me?”

Those will do, he thinks.

[ayumigotabittoolonely]

Valentine's day

SYPNOSIS : valentine's day has come and so has your boyfriend's excitement

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Ino Takuma (boyfie)

Takuma Ino x Reader A Dorky but Sweet Valentine’s Day

SO NERVOUS BUT TRYING HIS BEST – Ino really wants to impress you, but he’s lowkey panicking the entire time. He spent days planning the perfect Valentine’s date, only to second-guess everything last minute. “Wait should I have gone with roses instead of tulips?! What if she hate this restaurant?!”

Goes for a Classic But Well Planned Date – Dinner at a nice but not too fancy restaurant (he doesn’t want to overdo it), followed by a nighttime walk where he casually (but totally on purpose) slips his hand into yours.

THE GIFT? HE STRUGGLED, BUT IT’S PERFECT – He definitely asked Gojo for advice and immediately regretted it. In the end, he picked something from the heart maybe a keychain with an inside joke, or a book you mentioned once (he totally remembered). If you give him a gift too? Instantly flustered.

Blushes So Hard If You Compliment Him – The second you say “You look handsome today,” he chokes on his drink. “ME? HANDSOME??” And when you thank him for everything, he scratches the back of his head, so red, mumbling, “Yeah, well… anything for you.”

A Soft, Shy Confession at the End of the Night – Right before you part ways, he takes a deep breath, looks so serious, and says, “I know I’m not the smoothest guy, but I really, really like you. A lot.” (And then immediately looks away because he cannot handle your reaction.)

Inumaki toge (boyfie)

Inumaki Toge x Reader A Silent Valentine’s Day

Expresses His Love Without Words – Since Inumaki can’t speak freely, he gets extra creative in showing his love. He’s been planning for weeks writing little notes, practicing using his facial expressions more, and maybe even learning a few new hand signs just for you. (Nanami catches him in the hallway making hearts with his hands and just sighs.)

A Date That Feels Like a Secret Adventure – He takes you somewhere special maybe a quiet rooftop with fairy lights or a hidden café that’s so cozy it feels like your own little world. He doesn’t need grand gestures; he just wants quality time with you, somewhere peaceful where he can admire you without distractions.

The Sweetest, Most Thoughtful Gifts – Inumaki’s gifts are so personal they almost make you cry. Maybe it’s a little scrapbook of your best memories together, filled with captions in his handwriting. Maybe it’s a playlist he spent hours making, filled with songs that remind him of you. Or maybe he gives you a charm bracelet with tiny little symbols that represent your inside jokes. Whatever it is, it’s so full of love that you feel your heart melt.

Blushy but Acts Cool When You Compliment Him – When you thank him or tell him how much you love his gift, his ears turn pink, but he just shrugs all cool and nonchalant. “Salmon.” (Translation: ‘It was nothing, but I’m secretly freaking out because you’re adorable.’)

Communicates Through Touch – Since he can’t say much, he lets his actions do the talking. He’ll lace his fingers with yours, gently squeeze your hand when he wants to tell you something, and softly brush his thumb over your knuckles when you’re not looking. When he pulls you into a hug, it’s so warm, so safe, like he’s saying I love you without needing any words.

A Silent but Powerful Love Confession – At some point in the night, he just stops and looks at you really looks at you, like he’s memorizing every detail. Then he takes a deep breath, pulls out a small note, and hands it to you. It just says, ‘You make me happier than words ever could.’ And when you look up at him, he’s smiling soft, real, and completely in love.

The Most Gentle Goodbye – He doesn’t want the night to end, but when it’s time to go, he wraps his scarf around you, making sure you’re warm before cupping your face in his hands. Then, he leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead before whispering against your skin, “Tuna.” (Translation: ‘I love you more than anything.’)

Mahito 💀💀 (boyfie)

Mahito x Reader A Valentine’s Day or more like a horror movie

THINKS IT’S HILARIOUS – Mahito loves human traditions, but not in a cute way. He finds Valentine’s Day utterly ridiculous and spends most of it mocking the concept. “So, you humans just… dedicate a whole day to love? How tragically predictable.”

THE “GIFT” IS A JOKE (OR IS IT?) – He might give you something truly cursed like a weirdly moving heart (that might still be beating) or a stuffed animal that stares into your soul. If you act disgusted, he just laughs. If you accept it? He tilts his head, genuinely intrigued. “Oh? Maybe you’re more interesting than I thought.”

A DATE THAT FEELS MORE LIKE A TEST – He doesn’t take you to dinner; he takes you somewhere eerie just to see how you react. Maybe a deserted alleyway, a ruined shrine, or a place filled with his grotesque transfigured humans. He watches you closely, trying to figure out what makes you squirm. “Are you scared yet?”

HIS VERSION OF A LOVE CONFESSION IS SO UNSETTLING – At some point, he leans in too close, grinning like a predator, and murmurs, “You fascinate me. I could break you… but I kind of like you just the way you are.” (What kind of compliment is that?!)

IF YOU KISS HIM, YOU’VE MADE A MISTAKE – If you’re brave enough to kiss Mahito, he definitely shifts his face mid kiss just to mess with you. One second, it’s soft next second, it’s something monstrous. He pulls away, laughing. “Aww, was that too much for you?” (Yes. Yes, it was.)

Yuta (boyfie)

Yuta Okkotsu x Reader Valentine’s Day

NERVOUS BUT SO EARNEST – Yuta is so anxious about making Valentine’s Day perfect for you. He overthinks everything what to wear, what to say, if he should hold your hand more (as if you haven’t been dating for years). He wants to be smooth but ends up being adorably awkward instead.

PUTS SO MUCH THOUGHT INTO HIS GIFT – He doesn’t just buy a random present; he remembers things you’ve mentioned in passing and gets you something deeply personal. Maybe it’s a limited-edition book you wanted, a necklace with a charm that has meaning, or even something handmade. He gives it to you while blushing so hard and saying, “I-I hope you like it…” (As if you wouldn’t absolutely love it.)

DATE NIGHT IS SWEET AND INTIMATE – Yuta isn’t one for flashy dates. He prefers something calm and cozy like a quiet dinner at a small restaurant, a walk under the stars, or even just spending time together watching movies. As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.

HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT YOU – The entire date, he’s so mesmerized by you. You’ll catch him just watching you with the softest expression, and when you ask, he gets so flustered. “I—I just… you look really beautiful tonight.”

A HEARTFELT CONFESSION (EVEN AFTER YEARS TOGETHER) – At the end of the night, Yuta gets serious for a moment. He takes your hands, looks into your eyes, and murmurs, “Every year, I fall in love with you more. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I promise I’ll always cherish you.” (And just like that, your heart melts into a puddle.)

A SWEET, LOVING KISS TO END THE NIGHT – When he kisses you, it’s slow, tender, and so full of emotion like he’s pouring his entire heart into it. He holds you so gently like you’re the most precious thing in the world to him (because you are).

I M SORRY GUYS IF I FORGOT SOMEONE LOVEE UU SO MUCH

[arc-misadventures]

Team Leader Woes

Glynda: Hello, Mr. Arc. Do you know why i called you here today?

Jaune: Noooo...

Glynda: It's because you fell asleep in my class. In fact, you have fallen asleep in a multitude of class other than my own.

Jaune: I'm sorry, Professor Goodwitch...

Glynda: Would you care to explain why you keep falling asleep during classes?

Jaune: I haven't been able to get a proper good nights sleep for the past few... weeks...

Glynda: Weeks? What is happening, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: My... Yawnnnnnn... My teammates aren't giving me time to sleep...

Glynda: Your teammates? What are they doing that keeps you awake at night?

Jaune: My partner... Neo...

Glynda: Yes, Ms. Politian, what of her?

Jaune: Well... When I go to bed, Neo comes over to me, and... and...

Glynda: And...?

Jaune: Uhhh...

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Jaune: Huw, what?

Neo: 😁👋

Jaune: Neo? What is it?

Neo: 👌🍆💦😁

Jaune: Oh come on, Neo, I need to get some sleep... And, not with you...

Neo: 😠

Neo: 🤔

Neo: 😀☝️

Jaune: Neo, what are you...

Neo:

Jaune: ...

~~~

Jaune: She's been trying to sleep with me, and she's been keeping me up at night with all of her attempts...

Glynda: What is wrong with that? She wants to sleep next...

Jaune: ...

Glynda: You're talking about sex, aren't you?

Jaune: Yes... She's been rather... thirsty... and, keeping me up late at night with her advances... She's been whitling me down until I snap, and... do her...

Glynda: I see... And, unless you sleep with her, you won't be able to get any sleep?

Jaune: Yes...

Glynda: Any idea why she is... doing this to you...

Jaune: I uhh... I triggered a kink in her...

Glynda: You what?!

Jaune: She was being a brat, so I grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her against the ground... She blushed like a ripping tomato, and has been trying to seduce me ever since... Short stacks like to be man handled it seems...

Glynda: Oh... okay... Well... Despite all of this, your combat grades have improve drastically! Why you even beat, Ms. Xiao Long the other day. When you first started she would, pardon the expression, mop the floor with you. Now you can hold your ground with the best of them, and even win. You should be proud of yourself, Jaune.

Jaune: Thank... Yawnnn... Thank you, Professor... but, that's most because of the twins... threats...

Glynda: The Twins threat? Are you talking about your teammates the, Malachite twins?

Jaune: Yep...

Glynda: What exactly are they... threatening you with?

Jaune: Yawnnn... The pair agreed to train me, but if I fail... They'll...

Glynda: They'll...?

~~~

Jaune: Thanks guys! I really appreciate you guys training with me.

Miltia : Think nothing of it, Jaune!

Melanie: It's our pleasure!

Miltia, and Melanie:

Jaune: Alright! I'm ready!

Miltia: Oh! Before we begin, Jaune we have to tell you something.

Jaune: Oh, what?

Melanie: If we beat you!

Miltia: Whoever beats you gets to have sex with you on the spot!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: What?!

~~~

Jaune: ...

Glynda: S-Seriously...

Jaune: Yeah... I've been running on fumes trying to stop both the twins, and Neo's advances... I am absolutely exhausted...

Glynda: Oh... Those are certainly some... understandable reasonings on why you haven't been sleeping...

Jaune: Yeah... pretty much...

Glynda: Are you falling asleep, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: I've been falling asleep for the last two weeks...

Glynda: Oh~? Come here, Jaune. Place your head down here...

Jaune: This is.. this is your lap... Are you giving me a lap pillow...?

Glynda: Yes, I am?

Jaune: Why...?

Glynda: Because, you're such a brave student, trying to hold out as long against those little sluts. Here, rest your head upon my succulent thighs for as long as you want I'll keep those horny brats away from you~!

Jaune: Oh... okay... Thank you... Professor...

Glynda: My pleasure, Jaune~!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: ...

Glynda smiled as she watched, Jaune's resting face as he slumbered across her thighs she looked up, and saw the rest of, Jaune's teammates before flipping them the bird.

Glynda: He's all mine bitches~!

Neo: 🤬💢

Melanie: Fuck!

Miltia: I knew we were pushing him too hard!

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I think the punk aesthetic would have looked better than the gothic lolita in my opinion.

[c4tluver02]

Maple Syrup Kisses

warnings: the use of "y/n" LOL but besides that none! flufffff :3

wk: 1k

summery: you and Steve have your first date and your first kiss. you truly are infatuated with him but its okay because Steve would argue he's even more infatuated with you.

・゜✭・✽・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・✽・.・。.・✭・✽・.・.・。.・

When Steve asked you out on a date it was a no-brainer. How could you turn down such an amazing person like him? His big eyes, kind smile, perfect hair of course, he’s everything you need and more. Although now your room is a mess from how many outfits you tried on and you're sitting by the window trying to peek to see if he's here. It was your first date with him and you needed it to go perfect. 

Steve had also done his own stressing. Making sure his hair is sitting perfectly and nothing was out of place. Before you he had started to give up hope on finding “the one”. Was it him? Did he do something wrong? It was all starting to go to his head. Until he spotted you and simply couldn't resist saying hi. He can't believe now he's driving to your house to pick you up.

You finally see Steve pull into your driveway right at the time he said he'd pick you up. You take a look at yourself once more in the mirror double checking everything looks right. You then hear the knock on the door and walk over and open it.

“Hi pretty girl” Steve says looking at you with the world's biggest smile on his face. Thinking how you got all dolled up just for him. How did he get so lucky to go on a date with you?

“Hi Stevie.” You say in a more sincere tone, feeling the spotlight of Steve's look. “You look really pretty too.” 

Steve flushes as the complement. “Pretty huh?” He smiles, “Never been called pretty before” There is a quiet tone connected with his words. 

Your heart melts at his soft voice. You know a bit about Steve's past relationships, it breaks your heart he wasn't treated in the way he deserves. But now youre here and things will change. 

“Well you're extremely pretty so get used to it!” You say kissing his cheek and grabbing Steve's hand as he walks you to his car. 

You and Steve haven't had your first kiss yet, and well this is the first date after all. You'd secretly hope he decides to kiss you today. The excitement of it already erupts your belly in butterflies. 

Steve is all smiles, he wonders if he looks as happy as he feels. You start to look through his tapes trying to pick out some music as you drive to your destination. But you suddenly remember you dont even know where Steve is taking you.

“So are you gonna tell me where we are going?” You flash him your best puppy dog eyes in hopes of getting the information. 

“Nope, it's a surprise. But I know you’ll love it.” He says smiling devilishly, as he puts his hand on your thigh. 

You roll your eyes playfully at him finally deciding on Queen for your music. Despite it being the first date he’s yelling the lyrics and all you can do is fall into a pit off giggles. And although he's driving he just can't stop looking at you. Your laugh is the best sound he's ever heard and he only wants to hear it more. If him singing Queen at a crazy volume means he can see you laugh then he would do it all day no problem. 

Once you guys make it to the restaurant you immediately fall in love with the decor. It is very you and it makes your heart all fuzzy that Steve knows you this well already. You got waffles and Steve got pancakes but you both ended up sharing each other's food. It was crazy how smooth the conversation flowed. As if you two fit perfectly together. It was something Steve could only dream about. 

After a perfect meal and fighting with Steve about the bill, you losing that fight, Steve drives you back home. You are already planning your next date in your head. The ideas make you excited all over again for the next time you see him which will probably be very soon. Who could blame you? You just had an amazing date with an amazing person. How could you not be thinking about him more?

Once Steve pulled into your driveway you sighed, not wanting to get out of the car. The thought of just sitting in Steve's car and talking the day away sounded like a perfect date in itself. However, Steve has work tonight and you have homework. It was just gonna have to be the end of the night for you two. 

“I had an amazing time with you Steve. Thank you for all of this.” You say eyes burning with pure happiness.  

Steve smiled “Of course baby anytime. Maybe we can start planning for our next date, hm?” He says, unable to hold eye contact as he can't help but look at your lips.

“I would like that” You blush feeling our face immediately heat up at the pet name.

“Can I kiss you?” Steve says quickly, as if it's all one word and he simply couldn't wait to ask it. 

“Please do” It comes out rushed when you say it. Steve's lips are immediately on yours and it's like two puzzle pieces connecting. It is a perfect fit. 

You can't help but smile like an idiot and Steve notices making him laugh. 

“What? What's so funny?” You ask curious but unable to stop gleaming at what just happened. 

“You taste like maple syrup!” He says a laugh coming out with the sentence. You can't help but giggle with him. 

“I'll call you tonight after your shift? Then we can talk about our next date.” You say as your hands play with the hair on the nape of his neck. Steve's doe eyes look deeply into your own. 

“Okay baby.” It's simple. It comes out soft just like him and he's perfect. It's all you can think about, he's all you can think about. Completely infiltrating your brain. 

You finally let go of him about to get out of the car until he pulls your arm back a bit. 

“One more kiss?” He says almost pouting. As if the thought of you saying no to it would kill him right then and there. 

“Okay one more kiss.” It comes out silly and sweet as you kneel into the seat to kiss him.

When you pull back you decide it's probably time for you to go inside. “Thank you again Steve.”

“Thank you y/n” You're not sure what he's thanking you for, you haven't done much but you just smile at him. Something you feel you haven't stopped doing since he picked up. You walk up to your front door making sure to wave a final goodbye before going inside. He waved back just as enthusiastically if not more. 

You can't wait to start planning your next date but all Steve can think about is you calling him later tonight.

[ledesaid]

Billy body-swaps #7

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boom de yada...

boom...

de...

yada...boom de yada

Superman: Marvel... It's almost time, are you ready?

Billy: Yes, I just wanted to look at the Earth a little more... maybe I'll be you in a second or with Green Lantern on Oa... we have five minutes before jumping.

Superman: Take your time. If you fall asleep, I'll take you to your room, don't worry.

Billy: Thanks, Clark.

Clark: It's fine, Billy.

They've talked about some changes since he told them his biggest secret. Many really gigantic changes...

Billy walks towards his room. Yes!

Now he has a room!

And he lives in the Watchtower. Boom!

That was the big news!

Yay?

It's not what he had planned, but it must make sense and he still finds it hard to grasp.

One minute to midnight.

Time for his weekly jump...

Oh, you didn't know? Well, now he jumps weekly.

That's what happens when you force a jump. A small price to pay if the world was saved from Doomsday.

Ohhh!

...: And then he pierced his heart with a harpoon!

Billy: What?

...: What? Now are you enthralled by looking? You must truly join, Snart!

Billy: I don't drink.

...: Are you going to leave your friend Mick with the drink?

Billy: I don't drink.

Mick: You always say the same thing, but what's wrong with you today? You look like you've seen a ghost...

And it starts!

Billy runs out of there as fast as he can without looking back. This brings back memories of Barry and his marriage proposal. But he wasn't in a nice café...

He had ended up in a random place, with random people instead of one of his League teammates' houses.

True, that was the second piece of news!

<He's an official member of the Justice League>

That didn't sound in Billy's mind with the excitement he expected...

Back to the slow-speed chase. Billy has run out like a soul being chased by the devil.

There aren't many places to hide in a residential neighborhood. Literally, there aren't even public phones to call...

Well... here's a problem.

Billy hadn't considered a scenario where an emergency extraction was necessary under these circumstances.

With the frequency of the changes and the fact that he has only possessed League members, always in safe spaces... Doomsday doesn't count... He really should have.

Batman did, obviously Batman did...

But... But Billy feels guilty for not doing his part. He only remembers the first four digits... He swears he was going to learn the rest next week.

This new host only has a disposable phone.

He thinks he must run for the next few hours and everything will be fine...

Yes...

Just run for twelve hours straight with someone on your heels.

Mick: Snart! Stop running!

Billy: No! Stay away!

Heavens? What would Superman do?

Well... there's this trick of... No... he doubts it would work... But... But... would Superman answer long-distance calls?

Billy: I'm Marvel!... and I need a super extraction!

Not much happens after that except for a tackle from the pursuer.

....

Batman: So... potential heroes? He is one?

Flash: Yes! I want to speak for Snart, I've fought him for years, but I've seen that potential and we need to talk about how he helped in the last crisis. Please, Bruce, believe me... I can feel it, I'm not wrong about him...

Batman: It will be put to a League vote, but we need to monitor him every Sunday... and deploy a global plan. With Snart on the jump list, we must consider that every villain or even civilians could be potential hosts for Billy.

Diana: Meanwhile, Leonard Snart must give his word and commitment... We can't expose Billy to this rogue. Whether he has potential or not. He's committed enough crimes to keep him locked up for a good time if there isn't a commitment.

Flash: Guys... Friends, you know me and I ask you to trust me... I'll vouch for Leonard...

....

Jon E: How's that hit, Marvel?

Billy: Nothing a cold steak can't fix.

Jon E: We have something better.

Billy: Ice cream?

Jon E: I left a tub in the fridge next to the vaccines, don't tell Batman.

Billy: Thanks, Jon! Can we use some magic to heal this wound? I wouldn't like Snart to have to deal with this when he gets control back.

Jon E: Zatanna is on duty, I can call her after you finish your ice cream.

Billy: Well, I think I'm going to need more ice cream if I end up like Lex Luthor or Swamp Thing.

Jon E: Let's hope not.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | U are here

[ateez-himari]

250214; FATED VALENTINES

[NEW MESSAGES FROMM HIMARI]

[AM 8:13] Early date in Copenhagen before going to see our Tiny ♡ I get to be sappy about my boyfriend today and you guys can't tell me anything about it ㅎㅎ

[AM 8:14] Mingi oppa hasn't told me where we're going, he always does this when he's the one planning our dates. The only information I got out of him was that we're going to a flower shop at some point 🤭Didn't take much prying though

[AM 8:15] We matched very well this year! We started dating after valentine's day so this is only our second one together, but since the first one we agreed that we'd choose each other's outfits, I wasn't expecting this dress though!

[AM 8:15] He styled my hair too! Well he tried...I had to help him a little bit, he has long fingers but he doesn't really know what to do with them sometimes

[AM 8:16] His hands are very big, yes ㅎㅎ It surprises me too sometimes, the size difference is very nice when it's cold, my hands can just hide in his, like gloves

[AM 8:17] Nope, the second picture was my idea, the first one was his. He wanted to make it look like some kind of royal portrait, just less official

[AM 8:17] Ahh no they're not engagement rings, it wouldn't be on my index if it was, but we both designed them together not that long ago

[AM 8:18] We also have a special surprise for those coming to the concert today! It's nothing too insane, we just changed the 'Addict' stage slightly to be more romantic, 'Shadow' felt too dark to perform on the day of love

[AM 8:20] stop keeping my girlfriend from me on this special day, we have a date to get to 😠 you guys can have her to yourselves tonight (you won't)

[AM 8:21] (1 video attachment) here you go, you can have a video of me asking her to be my valentine, special gift for you guys, better than chocolate

[AM 8:22] it won't be the only time that i get on one knee to ask her something 😉 now if you'll excuse me and my beautiful angel, we'll see everyone tonight

[AM 8:24] Mingi oppa is pouting at the fact that you guys are taking all my attention away from him, so we're heading out now ♡ Love you so much, kisses!

[geowrites03]

Good Girl

Tim Drake x Kent!Reader smut

Summary: You both wake up horny from a brief nap after a smoking sesh. OR. Horny Tim Drake likes to munch 😋.

I was alone in a basement, chained and locked up in a small dog crate. I wasn’t scared, I knew I could get out. I just waited for a perfect time. The guy who thought he could kidnap me watched the camera, if I tried to escape with him watching he’d come down and try to stop me and I didn’t particularly want to fight anyone again today.

I looked through the floor and walls to watch for when he would walk away from the monitors but it was like watching paint dry. ‘Fuck it’ I broke the chains off of me and kicked the door of the crate off which made it fly across the room. He jumped up from his chair and ran out of the room he was in.

I ran to the basement door and broke it down. I heard his footsteps as he ran down the stairs and around the corner to me. I kneed him in the crotch and punched him in the jaw. I ran out of the front door and got blinded by the bright sun.

“Fuck. Why does it always have to be so bright in Metropolis.” I threw on my sunglasses and flew home so I could pack my bags to stay with Tim for a few nights like we’ve been planning to for a while now. Once I got home I had to explain to explain to mum and dad what happened to me today.

“That’s it. If you can’t handle yourself here, even as a Kryptonian how do you expect to handle yourself in Gotham?” My dad had questioned, not wanting me to go.

“Please. Come on, I’ll have a house full of vigilantes there to protect me. Even though I can protect myself.” He looked down at me then to mum.

“If you can protect yourself then how did you end up in that situation today.”

~

“And then he was all like, ‘young lady if your mother and i send you there and the slightest thing goes wrong i am flying there myself’.” Tim and I start laughing as I make an amazing impression of my dad while I retell the story.

“I’m sorry for laughing babe.” He takes a hit of the blunt we have lit and blows the smoke in my face. “You okay after all that today?”

I nod at him while still giggling. “It’s nothing, Timmy. I’m a super, I’m sure I can handle a creepy guy wanting to keep me in his basement.” He passes the blunt to me, so I quickly put it to my lips and inhale.

“Yeah, I mean physically you’re okay. But what about mentally? You sure you okay? Especially with what happened late last year.” I choke on the smoke that’s in my lungs at the mention of the incident.

He quickly pats my back at puts the blunt in the ash tray while he’s apologising. I tell him that I’m fine and that we should be finishing the blunt that we’re currently neglecting.

He picks up the blunt and takes a long ass hit, thinking he was just going to blow it in my face and pass me the blunt I hold out my hand. Rather than the blunt, he puts his hand in mine and with his free hand he grips my chin.

He pulls me in close but also meets me halfway, our lips match each others perfectly, more so when we’re getting high. He blows out the smoke into my mouth and it goes directly down my throat instantly.

~

We both woke up from a nap we had after our smoking sesh. We looked around the room, noticing we had unknowingly hotboxed the room since we forgot to open a window. I laughed as he got up to open one, letting some smoke out and light breeze in.

He turned around and started walking back to the bed. I giggled when I saw that he was hard. The outline of his dick was on full display through his thin sleeping shorts.

“What are you laughing about?” He spoke as he sat down and pulled me into his lap. I moaned when his hard-on pressed against my clothed cunt.

“I just noticed that you needed a little help.” I moved my hips, rolling my ass against his dick. He blushed and hid his face in my neck.

He started kissing my neck and trailing across the top of my chest. He slid his hands up the back of my shirt and unclasped my bra. His lips pulled away from my chest when he pulled off my shirt quickly followed by my bra. His lips found their way back to my upper chest.

His hands went up to grab and massage my boobs. His lips trailed down from my chest to my boobs sucking marks into the soft flesh.

Tim’s POV~

I suck on the squishy parts of her boob while squeezing the other in my hand. Her boobs are one of my favourite body parts of hers, after her thighs. She moans as pinch her nipple, then whines as my attention goes down. I love hearing all of her noises, all of her moans and whines. It makes me want to tease and edge her for hours on end, just to hear the sounds she makes.

I push her down onto the bed carefully and take off my own shirt. Her hands go straight to feel my abs, the way her nails trail over skin makes me heat up.

I take off her shorts and kiss the inner sides of her thighs. My hands come down to squeeze the flesh. Her whines fill my head, intoxicating me, as I place more teasing kissing on her upper thighs.

I ghost my lips teasingly over her wet cunt, pinning her hips down when she thrusts down to gain contact. Thankfully weed dilutes her strength so she’s nice and malleable, all for me.

“Stay still, princess.” I make sure my breath fans across her cunt, just so I can hear her whine. I chuckle and nip at her clit, causing her to flinch and throw her head back as she moans loudly. “Shh angel. As much as I love to hear your pretty sounds, you can’t be too loud this time.”

I dive between her thighs and lick a stripe up from her entrance then flicking my tongue at her clit. She gasps and tangles her fingers in my hair. I wince, enjoying the light tug.

I focus on swirling my tongue around her clit. Her quiet little moans getting me drunker than her sweet cunt already was. I bring my finger up to her entrance and slide it in, eased by her slick. She took that easily so I added another two.

I pumped my three fingers into her tight, soaked cunt, sucking on her clit. Her breaths were heavy, eyes brimming with tears as one hand grips the sheets and the other in my hair.

I curl my fingers into that one spot that drives her crazy and bit down on her clit. The soft, soaked walls of her puffy cunt squeeze on my fingers, as she reaches her climax. One of her hands moves up to cover her mouth, to suppress her squeals.

“Good girl.”

[enhaflixer]

i don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (i just wanna be a part of your family)

synopsis: Jungwon’s birthday should have been a celebration, but instead, it turns into a night of painful truths and breaking points. When an argument spirals into the possibility of letting go, Jungwon refuses to accept that love isn’t enough. But can love alone fix what’s been breaking between you? Or will this night be the one that decides the fate of your marriage?

Husband!Jungwon x Wife!Reader

Angst, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort.

⚠ Warnings: angst, marital conflict, emotional distress, arguments, mentions of loneliness and neglect, crying, implied past doubts about divorce, reconciliation, soft but intense smut, explicit sexual content (MDNI), fingering, oral (f receiving), protected sex, deep emotional intimacy, praise kink, desperate love-making, aftercare, soft dom Jungwon, swearing, minor possessiveness, making up after a fight, happy ending.

AN: hi guys!!! this is jungwons bday post, didn't wanna take the usual fluff route so let me know what you guys think please!!!!

The fight started over something small—or at least, it should have been. A comment made in passing, a sigh too deep, a look that lingered too long. But tonight, words are sharp, slicing deep and leaving wounds neither of you know how to bandage.

"Jungwon, you don’t even have time for yourself anymore. How am I supposed to believe you have time for me?" The frustration spills out before you can stop it, weeks—months—of built-up loneliness clawing its way to the surface.

Jungwon exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "That’s not fair. You know I try—"

"Do you?" Your voice cracks, fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater. "Because it doesn’t feel like it. I wake up to an empty bed, I eat dinner alone, I fall asleep wondering if I’m just supposed to get used to this. And today of all days—I thought maybe today would be different."

His jaw tightens, his shoulders stiff. "I didn’t mean for it to be like this. You think I want to be gone all the time? That I don’t miss you?"

"Then what are we doing?" The question hangs between you, heavier than either of you is prepared for. "Jungwon, we’re married. We said forever, but this—this doesn’t feel like forever. It feels like we’re just two people sharing a house, waiting for something to change."

Silence stretches, thick and suffocating. His lips part, like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. And that hurts more than any argument ever could.

You let out a trembling breath, your heart pounding. "I’m starting to wonder if this is sustainable. If we are sustainable."

Jungwon’s breath hitches, his complexion paling. "You’re not saying what I think you are."

"Aren’t I?" The bitterness in your voice surprises even you. "Because I’ve thought about it. I’ve thought about what this marriage even means anymore, what we’re holding onto when everything feels so distant. And I don’t know, Jungwon. I don’t know if we’re fighting for a future or just trying to keep from falling apart."

Jungwon shakes his head, his hands balling into fists. "You don’t mean that. You can’t—"

"Don’t tell me what I mean!" You take a step back, your heart hammering. "I don’t want to keep fighting for something when I’m the only one showing up."

"That’s not true!" His voice rises, sharp and desperate. "I do show up! I work to give you everything, to make sure we have the future we dreamed of! Don’t act like I don’t care—"

"It’s not just about caring, Jungwon! It’s about being here. It’s about showing me that I still matter. That we still matter. And right now, it doesn’t feel like we do."

The air between you crackles, something dangerous brewing between the words left unsaid. Jungwon’s fists unclench, his expression shifting, something breaking in him.

"Do you want me to quit?" His voice is low, raw. "Is that what you want? Because I will. If it means keeping you—if it means fixing this—I will."

Your throat tightens. "That’s not what I want. I just,” You swallow the lump in your throat and whisper, “Jungwon… are we really okay?”

His breath hitches. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because it doesn’t feel like we are.”

He stands up then, hands pressing against the table as he leans forward. “You think I don’t love you?” His voice is hoarse, raw. “You think I would’ve married you if I wasn’t all in?”

“I think,” you say, forcing yourself to hold his gaze, “that love alone isn’t enough to keep us together. If we really love each other, then maybe we should let each other go.”

His face falls. You see something break in his expression—the realization that this isn’t just another petty fight. This is bigger. This is real.

Jungwon’s body tenses, his eyes darkening with something raw, something unfiltered. "That has always sounded like utter bullshit to me." His voice is sharp, unwavering. "If we love each other, then that’s more than enough to fight for this."

Your heart clenches. “I don’t know anymore.”

The air between you grows heavy, the walls of your home suddenly suffocating.

He steps closer, his voice softer this time. “You want to leave?”

You don’t answer right away. Because you don’t want to. You want him to fight, to prove that this marriage is worth saving. But you are so tired of being the only one fighting.

“I want us to stop hurting each other,” you finally say. “And right now, I don’t know if we can.”

Jungwon’s lips part, but no words come out. And that silence—that awful, painful silence—is the worst part of all.

The weight of your words settles, and for the first time in a long time, Jungwon really sees you. He sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your hands tremble slightly, the way your shoulders hunch as if carrying too much.

And maybe, for the first time, he realizes how much he’s been asking of you.

Jungwon doesn’t let you sleep alone that night.

He finds you on the couch, curled up in a blanket, eyes red from unshed tears. He kneels beside you, hesitant, his hands reaching but not quite touching. “Come to bed,” he says softly. “Please.”

You shake your head, exhaustion pulling at you. “I can’t.”

He exhales shakily, then makes a decision. He doesn’t leave. Instead, he settles behind you on the couch, wrapping his arms around you, pressing his face into your shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice breaking. “I hate this. I hate that I’ve made you feel like this.”

You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into his warmth, but you don’t respond. Not yet.

He presses his lips to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. “Let me make it up to you,” he whispers, his fingers tracing slow circles over your arm. “Let me love you the way you deserve.”

His touch is tentative at first, unsure if you’ll push him away. But you don’t.

Instead, you turn in his arms, finally facing him, searching his eyes for something—for truth.

"I don’t want to lose you," he breathes. "I never want to lose you."

You hesitate. Letting go would be easy—too easy. But so is holding onto him. And the truth is, despite everything, you still want him. You want to believe him.

You sigh shakily. "This won’t be fixed in one night."

"I know," he says, pressing his lips to your knuckles. "But I have forever to make it up to you."

And when he pulls you close, you let him.

“Show me,” you whisper.

His lips capture yours, slow at first, like he’s relearning the taste of you. His hands explore your body like it’s new again, as if he’s memorizing every dip and curve, every shiver and sigh.

He takes his time.

Jungwon’s fingers trail lightly over your collarbone, his touch slow, deliberate, reverent. There’s no urgency, no rush—only the undeniable weight of his devotion, of his need to make things right.

His hands move lower, teasing the knot of your robe as he watches your face for any sign of hesitation. But you give him none, only the soft parting of your lips and the way your body leans into his touch. The silk parts easily, pooling at your feet, leaving you bare before him.

A sharp breath escapes him as he drinks you in, his eyes darkening with desire. He reaches out, tracing your curves, his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and want.

Your breath hitches as he leans in, his lips ghosting over your jawline before trailing down the column of your neck. He lingers there, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin just below your ear. The sensation sends a shudder through you, your hands finding their way to his hair, threading through the strands as you pull him closer.

“I want to take my time with you,” he whispers against your skin, his fingers splaying over your waist, mapping you, memorizing you. “I want to make you feel just how much I love you.”

You let out a soft moan as his lips continue their descent, kissing, teasing, stopping only to bite gently at your shoulder before soothing the mark with his tongue. He moves lower, his mouth finding your breasts, his hands coming up to cup them—to worship them.

His tongue flicks over one taut nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from you. He hums against your skin, pleased, before sucking the peak into his mouth, slow and deep, his other hand rolling your neglected breast between his fingers. Heat coils in your belly, your thighs pressing together in search of relief.

Jungwon notices. He always notices.

A smirk tugs at his lips as he releases your breast with a soft pop, his hands sliding down your sides, over your hips, settling between your thighs. “Already so wet for me,” he murmurs, running a teasing finger along your slick folds, barely applying pressure. “You need me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe, desperate, your body arching toward him. “Please, Jungwon.”

He groans at your plea, at the way you fall apart under his touch. He lowers himself onto his knees before you, his hands firm on your hips as he presses a lingering kiss to your stomach. Then lower. Lower.

Your breath catches as his tongue swipes through your folds, a deep moan vibrating against your heat as he tastes you. “So sweet,” he mumbles, his voice almost reverent.

He devours you, his tongue flicking against your clit, alternating between slow, languid strokes and deep, sucking pulls that make your legs shake. His hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as he pulls you closer, burying himself in you.

Your hands tangle in his hair, your nails scraping against his scalp as you grind against his mouth, your body desperate for more. “Jungwon—”

He groans at the sound of his name, one hand sliding lower to slip a finger inside you, curling it just right, hitting the spot that makes you cry out.

“That’s it,” he breathes, adding another finger, stretching you, preparing you. “Let go for me.”

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body shuddering, unraveling, your cries muffled as Jungwon continues to lick you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you’re a trembling mess in his arms.

When you finally open your eyes, he’s already standing again, watching you with pure adoration, his lips slick with you, his eyes burning with hunger.

“Come here,” you whisper, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips as your hands push his shirt off his shoulders, eager to feel his skin against yours. You reach for the waistband of his pants, fingers brushing over his length, making him groan into your mouth.

“I need you,” you murmur against his lips. “Now.”

Jungwon wastes no time, stepping out of his pants, positioning himself between your legs as he presses you against the bed, his body flush against yours. He grinds against you, his length teasing your entrance, coaxing moans from both of you.

Slowly, he pushes inside, stretching you inch by inch until he’s fully seated within you, a groan slipping from his lips at the feeling of finally being connected again.

“God,” he breathes, his forehead pressing against yours. “You feel so perfect.”

He moves slowly at first, rolling his hips in deep, sensual strokes, his hands holding you tightly, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear. You cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, needing more.

“Jungwon,” you gasp, nails digging into his back. “Faster.”

He obeys, his pace quickening, his thrusts turning urgent, needy, as his hands roam your body, desperate to feel all of you.

“Look at me,” he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. “Let me see you—let me feel you.”

Your eyes meet his, and in that moment, everything else fades away. The doubt, the fear, the loneliness—all replaced by him. By the way he loves you, the way he worships you.

Your orgasm builds again, coiling tightly, your body trembling as he moves harder, deeper, his name falling from your lips like a mantra.

“Let go,” he whispers, his thumb finding your clit, circling it just right. “Come with me.”

The tension snaps, pleasure crashing over you in waves, your body clenching around him, drawing his own release as he moans your name, spilling into you as his hips jerk against yours.

For a moment, neither of you move—panting, gasping, clinging.

Jungwon collapses beside you, pulling you close, his lips pressing against your forehead, your cheeks, your lips—anywhere he can reach.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you so much.”

You smile, exhausted, fulfilled, tracing circles on his chest. “I know.”And as you drift off in his arms, tangled together, you know that this love—this forever—is still worth fighting for. Always.

[valiwrites]

incorrect quotes with f1 drivers & y/n

part 1

: ̗̀➛ including: today's drivers & formal/retired drivers : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, ooc drivers (i tried to make it as much accurate as i could), lestappen mentioned

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Fernando, teaching Kimi to drive: Okay Kimi, what does a green light mean? Kimi: Go! Fernando: A red light? Kimi: Stop! Fernando: And what about a yellow light? Kimi: If you floor it, you can make it! Fernando: …No—

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George: Would you take a bullet for me? Lewis: …yes? Max angrily bursts into the roomGeorge: running away Great, thanks!

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Max: Oh shoot! Max: Excuse my vulgarity. FIA: I’ll let it slide.

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Y/N: bites lip Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Cop: That isn’t gonna work, hands behind your back.

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Sebastian: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand. George: I photosynthesize with this.

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Daniel: Why are you guys acting like this? Lando: Oh, we're not acting. We really are like this.

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Ayrton: How do you want your coffee? Y/N: Black, like my soul. Ayrton: Ayrton: Y/N, your soul is a latte.

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Christian: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer. Max: You're right,Christian.. Violence can't be the answer. Christian: Correct, Max. Now, on to the next lesso- Max: Violence is the question. Ayrton popping from after life: And the answer is yes! Christan: What the fuck?!

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Y/N: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might. Lando: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

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Pierre, singing: He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's on thin fucking ice George, also singing: Santa Claus is calling you out!

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Y/N: coughs bloodLando: Don't die, Y/N! Y/N: Don't tell me what to do!

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Carlos, passing their phone to Y/N: I'm passing the phone to someone, who if I had to choose between hanging out with them, and having my organs removed one by one, I’d choose the organs. Y/N, passing the phone back to Carlos: I'm passing the phone to my best friend!

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Charles, at Alexandra: You're my girlfriend Alexandra: Yeah I am! Charles, at Oscar: You're my child. Oscar: Yes boss. Charles, at Max: You're my bitch. Max: Yeah I am- wait, what? Charles, at Carlos: My bestie. Carlos: Naturally. Charles, Y/N: HA, GAY! Y/N: Fuck you.

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Lando & Y/N: accidentally set the kitchen on fireLando: We need an adult! Y/N: Lando you are an adult! Lando: We need an adultier adult! Get Seb!

[lesmiix]

hc for Hyun-ju confessing? I’m or out of games? Idk whatever sparks your interest ❤️

HEADCANON: Confession

Hyun-ju x g/n reader

Summary: How would Hyun-ju confess her feelings to you? (in the games and out of the games)

Warnings: None, just fluff.

a/n: English's not my first language, there may be some grammatical or orthography mistakes 😞

💗HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!💗

In the games:

You both met during red light green light, as you both helped a guy who was injured.

Since then, You've been together, talking about everything and nothing, being there and comforting each other when you were down.

You were the first person in that place that she admitted to that she was trans. And you being the first person to accept her only strengthened your relationship.

You used to sleep together, if it wasn't in the same bed, it would be in beds that were next to each other.

You once woke up in the middle of the night, and the urge to go to the bathroom kept you from sleeping, so you slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake up Hyun-ju, who was sleeping next to you.

"Where are you going?" Her voice startled you a little.

"I have to use the bathroom"

She wouldn't let you go alone, afraid that someone would do something to you.

"I'll come with you".

You both were washing your hands, in a comfortable silence but as you looked at your reflection, you noticed the nervousness on Hyun-ju's face

"Hey Hyunnie, is everything alright?"

"Y/n... I have been thinking..." She softly muttered.

You looked at her, slightly confused.

"I think... I think I've started to fall in love with you. I know is not the right place or the right time, but... Seeing the circumstances, I guess is better to let you know." She let out a soft chuckle. "So it's okay if you don't feel the same, I don't want things to change between us." She looked onto the floor, a bit embarrassed, thinking what could be the worst thing you could answer.

Seeing that she didn't get any response from you, she turned her gaze to you, only to find you staring at her in disbelief.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" She started, anxiety starting to run through her body. You really found her really cute, so you didn't lose the chance and leaned in for a soft kiss.

"No no, Hyun-ju, it's okay, is just... I've never thought that you'd... like me back." You said nervously as you pulled back, not knowing how to react. Not knowing how she would react. "Actually, I've liked you too for a while now... I was trying to work up the courage to tell you."

That was the best night of your life.

Out of the games:

You and Hyun-ju have been friends for years now, since you two were kids. You had always been there for each other, even when she started her transition and her family kicked out of her house, you welcomed her into yours.

Those close interactions between you both, like you going to her bedroom at night, to ask her if you could sleep with her as you were scared of storms, watching movies on the couch, leaning on each other's shoulders and sharing the food made her star to develop other feelings for you.

One day she finally decided to tell you how she felt about you. So she decided to take you out for dinner to a nice restaurant.

You had an excellent dinner, the food was amazing and you had a very smooth and entertaining conversation. You really had a lot of fun that night.

You both decided to go for a walk, just to enjoy the breeze of the summer night.

You were walking on the beach, along the shore, the cold water crashing against your feet.

Suddenly you noticed how Hyun-ju held your hand. You didn't push her away, instead, you grabbed her hand firmly, enjoying the warmth.

"Thank you for today, Hyunnie" You said, smiling at her.

"Don't thank me, you've already done a lot for me, it's the least I can do." She let out a giggle. "You know, I really appreciate everything you've done for me these past few years... You know, with all that transition stuff, letting me stay at your house and making me feel loved every day." Her eyes met yours as she smiled back at you.

"Of course, pretty girl, I'm glad you feel that safe with me" She suddenly stopped the step.

"You don't understand, darling."

"Huh? What do you mean?" You innocently asked.

"I like you, y/n, I really do. I've done it for a while now." She shyly looked into your eyes, trying to read your reaction.

You were too shocked to react. Your body did the thinking before your brain could and you slowly leaned towards her, Your gaze lowering to her lips, and back to her eyes, searching for permission. Finally she closed the space between you.

a/n: I genuinely loved making this, I hope you liked these too!!

[gel-electrophoresislab]

“This is why I wear sneakers”

Pairing: Peter Sutherland x reader

Synopsis: You’re an FBI agent alongside Peter. You decide to change up your style one day. Peter notices immediately, but you refuse to tell him why.

Warnings: Running barefoot, girls being mean, talks of gender

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"You look... different," Peter said, his eyes lingering on your freshly polished heels as you sailed into the office.

You glanced down at the black stilettos and shrugged nonchalantly, hoping the blush didn't betray you. "Just felt like switching it up," you replied, your voice a tad too breezy.

The room was the same as always, the fluorescent lights humming their endless tune, the scent of stale coffee wafting from the break room, and the ever-present murmur of agents discussing the latest intel. Yet today, it felt like the walls were closing in on you, as if the very air was charged with an unspoken tension that even the most seasoned agent couldn't ignore.

"New mission?" Peter asked, his gaze lingering on your outfit—the stark contrast to your usual tennis shoes and fitted khaki pants.

"No, just... I don't know," you said, shifting in your chair. The leather creaked under your weight, a sound that seemed amplified in the quiet tension.

"You okay?" Peter's voice was gentle, genuine concern etched into every syllable.

"Yeah," you lied, forcing a smile. "Just tired."

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest, studying you with those sharp eyes that had seen more than their fair share of the world's darkest secrets. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew that, of all people, Peter Sutherland—your best friend, your partner, your confidant—deserved honesty. But you couldn't bring yourself to admit the real reason behind the heels.

"It's nothing," you assured him, the lie sticking to the roof of your mouth like a piece of gum you hadn't had the courage to spit out.

The room felt suddenly too hot, too small. You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, the fabric whispering against your skin. The silence stretched out between you, a tightrope threatening to snap under the weight of all the things left unsaid.

"Let's grab lunch," Peter suggested, breaking the tension. "Maybe some fresh air will do you good."

You nodded gratefully, eager for a change of scene. As you stepped out of the office, the cool breeze kissed your skin, a welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere. The sun was shining, the world outside seemingly oblivious to the turmoil within the four walls you'd just left. You followed Peter's lead, the clack of your heels echoing off the pavement as you made your way down the busy street.

And then it happened. A code blue alert blared through your earpiece. A high-value target had been spotted nearby. Peter's eyes met yours, and without a word, you both sprang into action. You chased the suspect, the sound of his footsteps pounding like a drum in your ears. But the heels—oh, the heels. They were a liability, a hindrance to your usual grace and speed.

With a growl of frustration, you kicked them off, the pavement biting at your feet as you sprinted barefoot after the criminal. The world around you blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, your only focus the man in the navy windbreaker weaving through the lunchtime crowd.

You and Peter caught the guy in a deserted alley, the smell of garbage and despair thick in the air. You tackled him to the ground, your bare feet skidding on the gritty concrete. The adrenaline rushing through you dulled the pain of the impact. Peter was right behind you, breathing heavily, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

As the cuffs clicked shut around the criminal's wrists, you couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting you. You looked up at Peter, your cheeks flushed and your hair a wild mess. "This is why I wear sneakers," you gasped.

Peter chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Well, you looked pretty badass barefoot," he said, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. The tension of the morning melted away like snow in the sun. For a moment, it was just the two of you, partners in the chaos of the job you both loved.

"Come on," Peter said, helping you to your feet. "Let's get back to the office and get you some shoes before the next crisis hits."

You nodded, the weight of the unspoken conversation from earlier lifting just a bit. Maybe today was going to be okay after all.

"So, the heels?" Peter prompted as you walked back to the office, the echo of your barefoot sprint fading behind you.

You sighed, the adrenaline wearing off and leaving you feeling vulnerable. "Some of the women at the office," you began, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks. "They said I should dress more like a... well, more like a girl."

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. "What? Why?"

"They said I look like one of the guys," you mumbled, looking down at the discarded heels in your hand. "I just wanted to prove them wrong."

"You don't have to prove anything to anyone," Peter said firmly. "You're an amazing agent, and you look great in whatever you wear."

You glanced at him, a hint of a smile playing on your lips despite the sting of the earlier encounter. "Thanks, Peter."

When you arrived back at the office, the other agents looked up from their screens, surprise and a touch of envy in their eyes. You could see the whispers start, the glances thrown your way. But with Peter by your side, you felt invincible.

You made your way to your desk, the cold air conditioning kissing the sweat on your brow. You dropped the heels into your drawer with a clunk, vowing never to wear them on a mission again. Peter leaned over, his hand on your shoulder, his eyes full of understanding.

"You know I've always liked you just the way you are, right?" he said softly. "You don't have to change for anyone."

You swallowed hard, nodding. "I know."

With a wink and a smirk that made your stomach flip, Peter announced loudly to the room, "I think your tennis shoes look hotter anyway." The office fell silent, all eyes on you. A few agents chuckled, and you felt a blush creeping up your neck.

But instead of the embarrassment you expected, a strange warmth spread through your chest. It was Peter's way of saying he liked you for you, that he didn't care about the heels or the dress code or what anyone else thought. It was Peter being Peter—supportive, protective, and utterly charming.

Author’s note: please let me know if I should keep writing these!! I’m always looking for feedback :)

[pedricos]

How about Marc Bernal getting tease by his teammates in the locker room for having nail scars on his back cuz of reader and then he also tell her about it later too?

Marc Bernal – leaving scars behind .ᐟ

a.n: sorry it took me so long, i had to work in the middle of the week so i delay it a bit lol

warnings: suggestive content, sex mention (706 words)

“joder, hermano, quién te hizo daño así?” gavi was the first to speak up. while everyone in the room exchanged glances between eachother, the bold gavira was the one without filter to ask the question, “was is it a bear, men? who did you fight with?” alejandro joined the conversation soon after, letting it loose a laugh. (shit, bro, who hurt you like that?)

“the fuck you talking about?” marc sounded so confused. were they talking to him? he didn't understood the laughter as his back was facing every other of his teammates as he undress from his normal clothes to his training kit infront of his locker.

“you’re wild, hermanito!” ferran appears on his side, grabbing the boy's neck with his arms and messing with his hair. he was legit confused. what was everyone on about? “come on, tell us more about last night!”

oh.. oh!

about that.

the skin on his back is completely covered in red stripes that went deep on his flesh until they find the beginning of his hips, the asymmetrical lines already leavings scars behind.

“awn! marc!” héctor mocked a moan, making the whole locker room laugh. bernal was quick to shush the boy, hitting his friend with the shirt on his hand, “can you guys stop?” he doesn't sounds mad, but rather ashamed of being exposed by his friends.

if only they would live this down.. but he know they wouldn't.

but he held a certain pride with the scars on his back. he can remember vividly how deep he was, almost touch your cervix with his dick lost in between your pussy walls, while your pretty acrylic nails, that he paid for, made home on the skin of his back.

“uh, la la~ marcito!” even yamal joined the mockery, slapping marc's butt as he passes by to get to his own locker. “ya no es divertido..” he finally put the black training kit on, but the laughter never ceased, “it’s pretty fun, hermanito.. c’mon!” pedri, who was the last person he expected, joined the conversation. (its not funny)

it wasn't that fun; it is his sexual life. but, at the end of the day, he was the one to blame, because he was the one told you to do so, cause it arouses him too.

“let’s go, let's go! what are we waiting?” and before he could even try to defend himself, flick enters the lockroom, clapping to get everyone to rush. their next game was less than a week away, they had no business just sitting there and doing nothing, they had a match to win!

being the good girlfriend you are, you came by the end of the day to visit your boyfriend and go home with him, enjoying a his company, and obviously, not having to get on a crowded bus with a bunch of sweaty people to get home.

“hermosa!” he comes running in your direction, hugging you and lifting you off the ground, spinning slowly with you on his arms. he finally puts on down as he smells the crown of your head. “how was training today?” you ask while you both made way to his car. (pretty)

“it was good.. but they made of fun of me” he opens the car's door for you, as he always does, and goes around the vehicle, getting the driver's seat, “they did? about what?” your concern made him giggle; you cared so much about him.

“the scars you left on my back last night..” he says with a smirk, still finishing to put his bag on the backseat of the car. “oh.. díos!” you want to burry your head underground; but you can't, so you just hide your face in between your palms. (oh.. god!)

he cup your cheeks, you immediately facing him. he had this snob smile on his face, the same he used when he wanted to tease on onto the birds and the bees. “no digo que no me gusten" his face comes dangerously closer to yours. (i didn't say i didn't like them)

“we still in the parking lot.. later, hermoso” you give him a light peck, getting a frustrated sigh as response and you giggle back.

“i can give you some more later..” you say nonchalantly.

and like that, you never saw your boyfriend drive so fast back home.

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[funwithbondage]

At a erotic event, visitors can experience what it’s like to be tied up. Anyone can be restrained to a St Andrew's cross. But there is a small risk: other visitors can add a lock to keep the person restrained for a longer time. To lock a person up a visitor has to pay $50 to add the lock and that increases the timer for 30 minutes (the person then also gets gagged with a ball gag). Then for every $50 another 15 minutes can be added or 1 piece of clothing can be removed (cut off the piece of cloth).

There are 2 crosses next to each other. 2 people are getting restrained at the same time. And a timer starts: 15 minutes before getting released.

The first few hours nothing special happened and visitors who volunteered were released after the 15 minutes. But then a pretty lady asked a guy if he would be interested to be restrained as the next duo. And convinced him: “don’t worry, nobody got locked today and if people want to lock up somebody it’s probably going to be me, a sexy dressed lady “.

So the guy agrees, pretty sure he won’t be locked up. But then a group of friends decides to lock the guy up and payed $50 and then another $ 50 to add 15 more minutes, and then 2 more payments to remove his shoes and socks. And therefore the lady gets untied, and is thanking her friends and pays $50 to cut of his vest. And tells him: “sorry about tricking you into this, let’s see how others visitors are going to react.. will you be set free in 45 minutes or will you lose all clothes and kept tied up for many hours? Good luck with that “ then gives him a kiss and walks away with a naughty smile.

So when your a visitor, would you put him into more trouble? (He didn’t bring spare clothes) and only 3 pieces of clothes are left: shirt, pants and underwear.

[beef-brisket]

Alastor sighed: Well... there are two ways. We could either travel along the Misty Mountains and cross through the Mines or Moria, or-.

Adam: The Mines of Moria?! Are you insane?! That place has been closed off for nearly five hundred years! Not even dwarves know what lives there now!

Alastor pinched the brige of his nose: That's the only way we can cross the mountains. We need to keep up a good pace with Michael. Otherwise, we'll lose him!

Adam: You don't think I know that?! Al, we can't go through Moria, it's... it won't work, trust me.

Looking over the map, everyone watched as Adam planned out a path.

Sighing, Adam pointed to the north mountains: There. Gundabad.

Angel: ...The dwarves settlement? Uh, Ad? I am don't think that's a good idea... not with us, you know? Tensions...

Adam: Are high. I know... if we wear our hoods, we should be fine. And from there, we can follow the Grey Mountain and head south following the Anduin River. Lord Elrond said Michael was muttering about Mirkwood. So... that's were we're heading...

Lucifer: Mirkwood?

Adam: Forests to the west. Home to the wood elves-.

Angel: And other things. Adam, Mirkwood? Are you sure?

Adam: I'm sure... trust me, I don't like it either.

Lucifer: ...What else lived in Mirkwood...?

Adam sighed: ...Great spiders... fuckers tainted the forest, making it what it is today...

Angel scoffed: Spiders aren't all we have to worry about. The forest itself will drive you crazy, especially if you don't stick to the damn path.

Alastor: Not to mention orcs, olog-hai, Northmen-.

Adam: Yeah, many bad things. But what choice do we have? We need to find Michael. Preferably before he reaches... wherever the dark lord is.

Angel sighed: Let me look... maybe... maybe we could cut him off from the otherside...

Adam: The only way through is either the old road or the forest river. Either way, we need to meet the elves, we'd need supplies by then... and if any of us are injured, we can't just hang around waiting for the fucker- I mean, for Michael. Either way... it'll take too long to go around... an time isn't on our side.

Alastor: ...I agree. Very well. We'll rest here the night, then head out at first light.

Husk: Wait- are we just going to listen to this asshole?!

Adam: Got a better plan, fucker?!

Husk growled: Guess not... hopeful we lose some dead weight on the journey, huh Adam?

Adam glared: Yeah, hopefully.

Angel: Guys, enough. We need to rest, and fighting isn't helping.

Alastor: Angel's right. Enough. Tomorrow, we head up to Mount Gundabad, the. Over to Mirkwood. That's at least a three day trip to the mountain. So, everyone rest up and eat.

As everyone disbursed to their rooms, Lucifer couldn't sleep, so he decided to wander around the beautiful city of Rivendel.

As the moon rises, the city comes alive, bathed in lantern light. That's when he found Adam leaning against a hand rail, looking over the vast land.

Lucifer walked over: ...You okay?

Adam jumped and looked down at the hobbit: Oh, hey! Uh, yeah... fine...

Lucifer: Hm... pretty sure that Husk just wished for your death.

Adam shrugged: It's nothing new... he's... really made the last few adventures unbearable... these are my friends, my home, and he just...

Adam rubbed his fave and sighed: It's fine. It's nothing... what are you doing up?

Lucifer eyed him for a moment before answering: Couldn't sleep... there's a lot going on.

Adam smiled: Yeah, I could only imagine what you're going through... uh... want to um... fuck, this is probably a stupid thing to ask...

Lucifer smiled: What? Tell me.

Adam sighed: Do you want to... s-spend the night with me? F-for comfort, I mean... you don't have to if you don't want to- I just... you're going through a lot.

Lord Of The Rings!au!!!!

Adam- an elf born in Rivendell, but was lost when Orcs attacked his parents.

He was raised by dwarfs, so he's a beefy elf that uses axes instead of bows. Growing up, he's been an outcast to his tribe of dwarfs, and whenever he visits the elves, he's an outcast there, to.

One day, on a trip to Rivendell, he meets Angel, who instantly has the hots for Adam. They tried a relationship, but they both decided they'd be better suited as friends.

Eventually, they join a group of adventures that get hired for different things.

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In Hobbiton, is Lucifer. A toymaker who enjoys the peaceful life of carving, creating and raising his little daughter, Charlie.

But that all changes when Alastor, a human ranger, knocks on his door. In forming him that his brother, Michael, is working for Sauron, and they need his help to break through to his brother.

Unfortunately for Lucifer, Alastor won't tell him anymore details until the rest of his group show up.

As more and more people turn up, Lucifer is getting incredibly frustrated. Not only are they damaging his hobbit hole, their also keeping his daughter up past her bedtime. Not that Charlie minds.

But one last knock at the door makes Alastor roll his eyes.

Alastor: Angel, deer. You really need to remind that man to arrive on time. This is very unprofessional.

Angel: What can I say, Al? Adam likes to hang out at the bars a bit longer than us~.

Alastor: Good lord... Mr Magne, would you mind?

Lucifer grumpled and went to open the door. He was in complete awe as a tall man steps through. He's wearing heavy dwarven armor, but he's most definitely not a dwarf.

Adam: Yo, is this...

The man pulls out a strip of paper: Lucy Furr's place?

Lucifer: Uh- oh- that's "Lucifer-"

Angel: Addy! Get your ass in here!

Lucifer jumped out of the way as Adam dropped his weapons and made his way over to Angel.

Adam: Hey, cunt!

Alastor: Adam. Language, please. Mr Magne, have a seat, we'll discuss the details.

Lucifer eventually made his way back to the dining room. He was a little shocked to see Charlie crawling all over Adam and laughing. But thankfully, the tallest being Lucifer had ever seen- and most intimidating - was laughing along with his daughter.

Lucifer: S-So-.

Alastor: We are employed by Lord Elrond. Michael Magne, nt he name of Sauron, has stolen his ring. Vilya, the ring of Sapphire.

Lucifer: Wait- one of the Three Rings?

Husk: The very same.

Alastor: It's our job to get it back before it's tainted by Lord Sauron. This is where you come in.

Lucifer: Me? How?

Angel: Michael's your brother, right? You Hobbits are meant to be close, yeah?

Lucifer: That's... slightly racist. But... yes. If there's anyone that could get through to him, it would be me.

Adam: And who's going to be looking after his adorable nugget?

Charlie laughed as Adam lifted her up and bounced her, making her squeal.

Lucifer: Oh- uh- Charlie- sweetie, you should get ready for bed-.

Charlie: No!

Adam: Ha! I like this one.

Lucifer glared at the man before turning to Alastor: Is there a contract or something?

Alastor smiled: Oh, of course~.

Dude YES!!

-

Alastor pulled out the contract and Lucifer looked it over. Every detail was there and everything seemed to be in order.

Charlie: Can I see??

Lucifer: Sweetie, no, look when do we have to leave? Where is he?

Alastor: That's the thing we have to go looking for him and we need to leave in the morning.

Lucifer looked at him: Tomorrow morning?

Alastor: Yes, this is an urgent matter.

Charlie: Can I come daddy!?

Lucifer sighed and rubbed his temples, he can't do anything if he has to worry about his sweet Charlie too.

Lucifer: No sweetie, you're gonna stay with your uncle Gabe.

Charlie: Awww..... He does high ponytails! They touch the sky!

Adam smiled: Oh do they? Say uh, Lucifer is it?

Lucifer: Yes.

Adam: Why doesn't her mom take her?

Lucifer: ..... Well, I think it's ill advised to leave children at a cemetery.

Adam thinned his lips, he didn't know the woman was dead. But that meant the cute little Hobbit was single? Good to know.

Adam: Sorry, I didn't-

Lucifer: It's fine don't worry about it. Now you, come here.

He took Charlie from him and she squealed with laughter as he walked towards her bedroom.

Charlie: But I don't wanna go to bed!

Lucifer: And I want to be 5'9 but that's not happening either.

Honestly, only being 5'1, or if he's wearing his good shoes 5'3 is such a fucking scam. He's the shortest fucking Hobbit and he hates it.

Lucifer placed her on her bed: I'll tuck you in in a little bit okay?

Charlie: Will you read to me?

Lucifer smiled: Of course.

He gave her a kiss and handed her a stuffed animal so she could relax. He went back out and sighed.

Lucifer: Okay Al, where would we even start to look?

[oiblackestsheep]

A Day in the Life of a Stereotypical Scientist INTP

INTP: *takes off leather jacket, puts on lab coat* siiiigh…

INTP: *sees reflection in the window* 😏

INTP: *pops collar on lab coat* lmao nice

ENFJ (coworker): what are you doing

INTP: *puts collar back down* NOTHING. I’m mean— WORKING.