#cutest man on plant earth

[nananooti]

LITERALLY THE CUTEST EDIT

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[emmyrosee]

“Do I have a cute butt?”

“Excuse me?” Osamu asks at your question, popping an eye open as he chuckles. You giggle at your matched silliness, gently patting his chest.

“You know.... like, is my butt cute?” You ask again, traveling your eyes to look. Your leg is hooked over his waist, his large hand running along your thigh sweetly.

Osamu sighs sleepily, “is this one of those scenarios where if I answer, you’ll hit me?”

You giggle at him, “depends on your answer.”

“Then I think you have, single handedly, the cutest butt in the world, sweet love.” His large hand travels down and gives your ass a gentle pat, almost like you were a baby.

Well, you are his baby, as he always assures.

Your heart flutters wildly at his words, they always have an effect on you, and you can’t help but nuzzle into his chest further to hide your face.

“Awww,” he teases. “Did I make my angel girl all shy?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, shoving him lightly. He chuckles lowly before shoving his hand under your hip and pushing you up, guiding you to straddle his waist. He gently caresses your sides and thighs, dopey, loving smile on his pink lips.

“I think every part of you is the cutest, my love,” Osamu whispers, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge. “Like what?” He raises his own brows, “everything.” He gently takes your hand in his, “I love these small, sexy hands of yours.” He plants a kiss to each of your fingers before closing them, placing a final kiss to your knuckles. You bite your lip, brushing the fallen locks of hair out of his eyes.

“They’re not small,” you protest. “Yours are just massive.”

“Either way,” he continues. “I love these hips, and these legs that everyone stares at when you wear shorts,” he gently digs his fingers in your thighs slightly, leaving lightened prints before transforming back to your original skin tone.

You avert his gaze, “they stare because my hips come up to your thighs. Tall freak.”

“They stare because you’re hot,” he says, putting extra emphasis on the ‘T’ and grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “They stare because somehow, your stunning ass got stuck with me."

“I love being stuck with you!"

“I love it too,” he assures, smiling as you laugh. “That’s another thing,” he says. “That sweet laugh of yours.”

“Oh, you mean the dolphin mating call?” You scoff, crossing your arms.

Osamu shakes his head, “no, you brat. I’m talking about your laugh. Your sweet giggles. Your scoffs. The way it goes silent when you laugh really hard. It the fucking best.”

“No it’s not,” you groan. “You’re the only person on planet earth who could find a walrus being assaulted with a crowbar cute.”

“There’s nothing wrong with finding your little giggles endearing.”

“Yeah, right.”

“But you know what I love most about you?” He asks, cupping your ass and hips in his massive hands.

You quirk your brow, “what’s that, oh Prince Charming of mine.”

“My absolute biggest weakness about you, dollface, is...” he squeezed harder. “Messing with you.”

You can barely process what he said before he bucks his hips up against you, bouncing you up and down. You scream out in laughter, planting your hands to his chest. His own laughter mixes with yours, his thighs continuing to bounce you like you’re a rider on a horse.

“Okay, okay!” You manage between giggles. “I get it!”

“Don’t,” bounce “think,” bounce “you,” bounce “do.” He grins as he stops bouncing, sitting up to wrap his arms around you, pulling you flush to his chest as you both flop back down.

“You’re so bad,” you giggle, running your hands over his chest. Osamu chuckles, planting a kiss to your head.

“What can I say,” he sighs dreamily. “I'm a man of poetic genius.”

"If that's what you want to call it."

Immediately, hands dart under your arms to tickle you viciously, smirking as you shriek and clamp your hands to your sides and laughter pours out of your lips.

It truly was his favorite sound.

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husband!sukuna modern/non-curse au sfw & nsfw headcanons. nsfw below the cut.

❦ cw ; mdni. 18+ only. f!reader. fluff. smut. size kink. oral (m! and f! receiving). manhandling. choking. bondage. breeding kink. degradation. fingering. rough sex. based loosely on my biker ryomen sukuna x biker female reader oneshot but can be read separately.

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husband!sukuna who always sports a frown and disinterested look until his eyes are on you. his friends insist you need to be around at all times to make him more tolerable.

husband!sukuna who doesn’t hesitate to knock someone out for looking at you the wrong way. he’s a storm of anger and violence until a touch on his arm from you grounds him. it doesn’t change the fact that he would still knock someone out in a heartbeat, but he mellows out at your assuring words and candied tone.

husband!sukuna who’s scary enough to part crowds and have people avoid him, but he lets you paint his nails (black only), and on rare occasions he’ll let you put eyeliner on him. he doesn’t mind as much when you insist it’s hot.

husband!sukuna who shoves your face away or flicks your forehead when you ask him stupid questions. you don’t need to know if he would still love you if you were a worm and he’d much rather hear your giggle when he playfully shoves you anyway. and for the record, he would, and he would keep you in a little dirt tank.

husband!sukuna who’s extra careful when he drives his motorcycle with you clinging to him. he doesn’t dare weave through traffic like he regularly would despite the fact that he’s confident in his driving ability.

husband!sukuna who tries to introduce you to video games he likes so that you can play them together. you end up enjoying animal crossing and stardew valley the most and although he makes a scene out of playing them with you, he secretly loves holding you on his lap while you catch fish and tell him to plant turnips.

husband!sukuna who’s enamored when you suggest getting your wedding rings tattooed on. you suggest a thick band to match his other tattoos and he immediately gets heart eyes at the thought. you? matching his tattoos? that’s about as hot as it gets.

husband!sukuna who always has a hand on your hips or waist. it doesn’t matter where you are, one hand, whether subconsciously or not, is always on your hips. his thumb will rub small circles into the skin beneath your shirt and most of the time he doesn’t seem to realize he’s doing it.

husband!sukuna who loves the size difference between you both. he’s an absolute monster of a man at almost seven feet tall with the muscles to match and he adores his smaller wife. he especially loves that you don’t mind him manhandling you and he’ll use that to his advantage constantly.

husband!sukuna who listens to everything you have to say far more intently than he leads on. even if he gives off the impression he isn’t paying attention, every word is burned into his mind in case the same topic of conversation comes up again.

husband!sukuna who has a secret stash of every little thing you’ve pointed out in store windows that he’s gone back and bought later. he saves each one for the next occasion, always surprising you with something you mentioned liking a year ago. if you have a bad day, he’ll surprise you with a gift just to see you smile.

husband!sukuna who has only ever said he loves you out loud twice. once when you first said it to him, and once at your wedding. the words just aren’t in his vocabulary, but he goes above and beyond with his actions to show you just how much he does love you. he knows you know every time he insists on carrying you to bed, holding you tightly to his warm body and never letting go no matter how much you complain about overheating.

husband!sukuna who grins at the sight of his leather jacket draped over your shoulders like a dress when you tell him you’re cold. he thinks it’s the cutest sight on earth, but more than anything he wants to see his jacket on you with nothing underneath so he can slide it off your bare shoulders.

husband!sukuna who loves to hold your chin and feel your saliva drip down his fingers with his cock filling your mouth. he loves the way you look up at him like his perfectly obedient princess.

husband!sukuna who can’t get enough of your strangled moans with his fingers carefully compressing your neck. he did research into how to properly choke you to make sure he doesn’t hurt his sweet wife.

husband!sukuna who loves to watch his cum dripping from your folds, using his fingers to stuff you full. he can’t get enough of the sight of you sucking on his fingers afterwards with a lustful look that has him instantly ready for another round.

husband!sukuna who becomes very chatty during sex, spewing the dirtiest degrading words you’ve ever heard, only to flip on a dime when you’re both blissed out of your minds. his tone will change from a low growl to a sultry hum as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

husband!sukuna who spouts the nastiest things in your ear just to see the way you fluster beneath him, unable to hide with him in such close proximity.

husband!sukuna who leaves purpled marks across your entire body, loving the way they paint your skin, but most of all he loves to bite. he just can’t help himself from softly biting the plump skin of your ass or digging his teeth into your shoulder to leave behind a mark.

husband!sukuna who knows his tongue piercing affects you in ways you won’t admit. he loves to run it over your nipple or through your slick entrance just to see the way you squirm and your toes curl at the delightful contrast of cool metal to his warm tongue.

husband!sukuna who loves to hold your hands over your head while he fucks you relentlessly. he loves the look of his darling wife restrained at his mercy with nothing but pleasure swirling in your eyes.

husband!sukuna who feels as though his skin is on fire when you suggest that he can, in fact, tie you up. he does surprisingly extensive research to make sure he doesn’t hurt you and gets the most high-end red ropes he can. the sight of your wrists bound to the headboard sends him into a frenzy as he worships every part of your body.

husband!sukuna who will live between your thighs if you ask him. he loves to please you and watch your jaw slack with pleasure, he loves the way your eyes roll back, and he loves your moans and whimpers. his favorite sound on earth is when you moan his name.

husband!sukuna who loves the way your hips buck and jolt when his fingers find your g-spot. holding you down and feeling the way your legs tremble and your body melts into him when you reach your climax is like a drug to him.

husband!sukuna who’s the king of aftercare. he knows he’s rough on your body and although he knows you love it and he established a safe word, he’ll pamper you for as long as you need afterwards. he knows exactly how you like your baths and he’ll get in behind you and clean you while he sensually kisses your nape.

husband!sukuna who drapes you over him like a blanket and loves the way your curves seem to conform to the toned musculature of his body. He won’t let you go for a second even while he sleeps either, because he can’t bear to be apart from you and he loves his wife more than life itself.

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❦ a/n ; can't stop thinking about husband!sukuna tbh, i just love him sm.

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[orimuraa]

⋆⁺₊❅. I’m super shy - OT7

(synopsis) ☁︎ enhypen with a shy gf »

ot7 enhypen x fem!reader ☁︎ fluff ☁︎ kisses, enha has cuteness aggression ☁︎ headcanons ☁︎ wc 930

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

oh my, ok

so, this man absolutely ADORES you

he finds the way you bury your head into his shoulder whenever you get shy so freaking cute

every time you get flustered, your cheeks turn very pink and you hide your face in your hands

heeseung would probably plant a kiss on your lips by surprise and end up making you a whole flustered mess

but all jokes aside, if he ever hears someone talking bad about you, he would most definitely be teaching them a lesson

he reassures you that he loves how shy you get and it's nothing to be ashamed of

he just loves you so so much

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

jay seems like the type to definitely baby you

you get so shy and cute that he can't help but coo at you and find you so adorable

he would make sure to be your protector whenever you get too shy

for instance, he always makes sure that if you get flustered, you have next to you to lean on or hide your face

everything about you makes jay fall more and more in love with you

you're so shy yet so sweet and you have a bit of a crazy side only when you're with the people you trust most

if someone were to ever insult you or make fun of you for always being super shy, he would immediately defend you and curse out the other person

you're his precious, shy, baby

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

jake finds you absolutely adorable

you're the cutest thing to walk this earth and the way you always get flustered when he kisses you is just too cute

he would purposefully swiftly kiss you and then watch as your cheeks start getting super bed and you bury your head into your hands

jake loves all these little habits you have but if it is ever out of stress, he will always protect you

there was one time where you were struggling with ordering something as you could not speak the language in the country you two had traveled too

you got really shy and embarrassed and you had to step aside and let jake order it with his perfect english

but it's okay, anything for you

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

sunghoon doesn't usually like to show his soft side to people, only showing it to his close friends and you of course

but sometimes, sunghoon just couldn't help but coo at you whenever you got shy

he didn't care who saw or what they thought because you were just too darn cute

you usually got very shy when ordering something, ending with sunghoon being the one to order while he held your hand, comfortingly rubbing circles on the back of it

he loved the way your ears would turn pink after he would flirt with you or compliment you

you were just so precious and it made sunghoon so soft for you

he would jokingly curse you for making him feel the way he did

but we all know that he never meant it

he loved every little thing about you

even your shyness

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

being an extrovert, sunoo always adored how the two of you were like the sun and the moon

he was always so bright and outgoing while you were more of a shy and reserved person

he found you so adorable though with the way you would always get so shy when he complimented you or kissed you without a warning

you would turn bright red before hiding your face in your hands

he loved your shy side very much

but sometimes on bad days, you would get a bit insecure about your shyness

hating the way you had the inability to even speak with a stranger

sunoo would always reassure you how much he actually loved you for it and that it was what made you so perfect

you were such a precious person to him

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon would be the type to get cuteness aggression whenever you got shy, making you even more flustered

he would pinch your cheeks softly and coo at you for how dang cute you were

then he would proceed to plant kisses all over your face, making you turn into a tomato

he would always be super patient with you when you found it hard to talk

and he would definitely be the type to play a bit and flirt with you, making you all shy and everything

if you ever brought up how you were insecure of being so shy, he would immediately reassure you that he loved that side of you and it was so cute

he never wanted you to feel like your shyness was a bad thing, so he always made sure you knew that it was a trait he loved about you

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

let the teasing begin

we all know how riki is and how playful he can get

he means only good intentions of course

so when he started dating you, he would often coo and baby you for how shy you would get in public or when you got complimented

he would never take it too far, knowing where he should stop

because sometimes, you would get a bit self-conscious about how shy you get

but riki would always make sure you knew that there was so need to be

"i know i tease you a lot about it, but trust me, it makes you so cute and it's the trait that defines you"

he's so sweet and reassuring and doesn't ever want you to think that way of yourself

you're his shy little baby

*sighs in hopeless romantic* this was just tew. darn. tootin. cute !! i had a lot of fun writing this one and i think enha being down bad is always so fun to write. i hope you all enjoyed! reblogs, likes, and feedback are greatly appreciated! <33

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[kooggukk]

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 BEYOND THE JOB // JJK ; 2

daddy jungkook (literally)

; babysitting the cutest angel on earth is the perfect job. (except when her father is fucking hot and wants all of you)

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“i told you i could just look after her for you.” the raven haired man said while doing nabi’s pigtails that she loves so much.

“you have your own job too, taehyung.” jungkook simply replied, “plus, you’re always near killing her when you’re left alone.”

taehyung scoffed, taking it by heart as he tied the final loop of nabi’s pigtails. “killing her? don’t be dramatic. she’s perfectly fine with me, right nabi?”

she giggled and taehyung picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder. the boring, quiet house was now filled with her sweet laughs. “hey! see now? put her— tae!” jungkook went to reach for his daughter, but the man ran away, nabi’s pigtails swinging and bouncing.

“you’re gonna drop her!”

“you know i won’t!”

“but anything could happen any second-“

taehyung stopped, playfully throwing nabi down on the soft mattress of the couch. “you ever have some fun, man? jesus..”

jungkook rolled his eyes at his words, “i can have fun too!”

“be for real, the last time you had fun was probably when you made nabi— ow!” taehyung laughed but instantly stopped when he felt a slap on his neck.

“watch your mouth?” he whispered, pointing to nabi. taehyung turned around and noticed how she was unbothered, being in her own little world playing with her princess dolls.

“calm down, the fuck. she ain’t even paying attention to us— i mean, you. right nabi?” taehyung asked the last part loudly with a huge grin, glancing at her.

he turned back with a smile to jungkook when she nodded, “see? i’m always in the center of her attention. she loves me, dude. you know that too!”

“of course i know she loves you, you’re like the second dad.”

“whoa, we ain’t gay—“ taehyung put his hands up in surrender.

“not like that!” jungkook smacked his neck again, “you’re her uncle, besides you and me, she got nobody else.”

“you ever thought of dating again?”

jungkook let out a sigh of frustration. “you at this again? i told you— at least a million times already that i don’t want to.”

taehyung shrugged and fixed the blanket next to nabi. “dunno, you could’ve changed your mind since then.”

“well, i haven’t.”

“okay, great to know. so, i guess i should cancel the blind date i planned?” taehyung asked with a raised brow.

“the hell, tae?!”

“jokin’..” he laughed but he quickly took his phone out, typing a message to someone. jungkook watched in disbelief, shaking his head as he checked the time.

“you should go, she could be here any moment now.”

“what? you won’t even let me meet the person who’s gonna spend all day with my precious angel?” he feigned hurt, pouting.

“you can, just another time.”

jungkook crossed his arms while taehyung kept his pout on with his puppy eyes, “no. that looks weird on you, grow up. stop it.”

he cursed at jungkook in a whisper, reaching his hand out to nabi. “nabi, come on. say goodbye to tata.”

she got up and walked to him, holding his hand. he bent down to plant a kiss on her hair, “am i the best?” he whispered to her. she smiled and nodded, “the best!”

“just go already,” jungkook scoffed and pushed taehyung. he opened the door but stopped, “what?” jungkook asked and looked to the door.

you stood there, about to press the bell. “oh,” jungkook rushed to the door and pushed taehyung aside.

he looked at jungkook and then back at you. “is this her?” he asked, unbothered if he sounded rude. jungkook gave him a look but nodded, already knowing what’s gonna happen next.

taehyung turned to you, looking you up and down. he hummed and that made something weird in your stomach, as if you were being looked down on.

“hey, i’m taehyung, single—“ he couldn’t finished as he got pushed out of the door. “bye tae!” jungkook said and stepped aside to let you in.

you glanced at taehyung and you saw him make a ‘call me’ sign with a smile before he turned his back to you, walking away.

“sorry about that,” jungkook embarrassedly apologized as you both got inside. “it’s alright. is he your friend?” you asked, taking off your coat.

he nodded and took the outerwear from you, neatly hanging it. you mumbled a thanks and you took off your shoes too, placing them nicely next to the wall. “yeah, he can be kind of annoying.”

you both settled down on the couch, and after jungkook got a glass of orange juice for you, it was now discussion time.

“so, i have a set of keys hanged next to the coats, those are yours. i wrote the names of the doors on the keys to not switch them up. gate, front door, basement. i also got a key for nabi’s room if it would be an emergency.”

he explained everything and you nodded, taking a sip. “she usually eats lunch around 2PM, the latest is 3. if you’re out and get back late, just wait till’ dinner.”

he leaned a little closer to make sure nabi doesn’t hear him, but it was useless because she wasn’t paying attention anyways. “i have chocolate ice cream in the bottom drawer of the freezer, if she’s having a huge— and i mean huge tantrum, give her a small cup and she’ll be nice again.”

you laughed and nodded, “does she have allergies?” you asked. he hummed and shook his head, leaning back to his original seat.

“no, nothing that i know of. she got it checked a few months ago and she can eat anything.”

“oh god— food. she’s hella picky.” jungkook sighed and glanced at her, then back at you.

“first of all, peppers. she doesn’t like the seeds inside, so i always cut them in thin lines to make sure none gets in there. same with grapes, oranges and tangerines. literally anything that has seeds, needs to be picked out. except tomatoes, thank god.”

“whoa, i never met someone who doesn’t eat the seeds.” you said, looking at her.

“she says because it’s soft food, and the seeds are hard. i dunno, i guess it’s.. nabi logic or something.” he waved his hand, leaving the topic.

“next, bread. always cut the bread crust off. it once poked her gums and she wouldn’t eat it since then.”

“i don’t like the crust either, so that’s not an issue.”

he looked at you weirdly, “the crust is the best part of a freshly baked bread.”

you shrugged, “i don’t like it.”

after a good 5 minutes long discussion about bread crust, jungkook lead you to a door. “and lastly, this is your room.”

you step inside, taking in the decor. it wasn’t much different from the other furnitures in the house, “it’s the guest room,” jungkook broke the silence.

you turned to him with a nod, “it’s really nice. thank you.”

“it used to be my office so there might be a few papers or folders in one of the drawers, just let me know if you find anything.”

“yeah, of course.”

“you can bring as many decorations as you want in here, i want you to feel the most comfortable. you can move in whenever, i won’t rush you.”

he saw the hesitation written on your face, and he panicked that he must have misunderstood the situation.

“or— you don’t have to move in obviously! i just thought you’d be with nabi from early hours to late afternoons, sometimes even nights therefor-“

he ranted, his eyes going everywhere in the room but your eyes, his hands in a fist next to his body. he was nervous, afraid he made a woman, — he made you uncomfortable.

“i understand, don’t worry. and i think i’ll just spend a few days a week. if that’s alright?”

“yeah!” his tone was more excited than he intended to be, he cleared his throat. “yeah that’s fine.”

you smiled at his clumsy behavior, your eyes looking around the room once again. “oh, i wanted to ask you something.” you turned to him.

“yeah?”

“the man, who was here before, does he come over a lot? i don’t want unexpected people to show up when i’m alone with nabi.”

“oh, taehyung. well yeah, a few days a week but he also has his own job, so don’t worry. and he knows i wouldn’t be here, so i doubt he’d come over.”

you nodded as he explained, walking out the room and heading to the living room, where nabi was still occupied.

“i could—“ jungkook started and he hurried in front of you, stopping you with his arms reached out. “i could write a list of names and their phone numbers about whom to trust and reach out to if i’m not available.”

“oh, that’d be helpful. thank you,” you smiled and jungkook got lost for a second, your lips looking wetter than they did a minute ago, shining beautifully.

“i have a very close friend of mine, her name is sasha.” you said and he got his attention back, looking at you dumbfounded as what you wanted to say.

“uh, like— if i ever go out with nabi, would it be a problem if sasha comes along with us?” your voice was uncertain, if he said no it would be damn embarrassing and awkward.

he hummed as he hesitated, scratching his head. “i mean i guess not? you said she’s your friend, so i believe she’s not a serial killer..” he joked, or half joked, maybe didn’t even joke about it but you laughed and his shoulders relaxed.

“no, she’s not. she was my co-worker, i can give you her number if an emergency were to happen.”

“sure, that’d be nice.”

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the first week of taking care of nabi wasn’t so horrible, better than you expected. she was really calm, sometimes too calm and quiet. you didn’t think much about it, telling yourself she gotta get used to you.

one day she was sweet like an angel, asking to play dolls with her, “__! play barbie with me!” she didn’t ask, she commanded you to play it with her.

so you did, you sat down on the floor across her, holding another blonde barbie doll. it was going fine, until she— or more like her ‘barbie’ talked bad about your doll.

“ew! your dress is so not cool!” her tone was high pitched, you gasped. “oh my! that’s not so nice of you, nabi.”

“i didn’t say that, it was her!” she held up her doll.

you got lost in your thoughts that day, afraid she might grow up thinking it was fine to judge others’ appearance. you know that she’s aware it’s just games, but what if she thinks it’s just as fine to do that in real life as with dolls?

then some other days, she just wouldn’t say one single word to you. she would mumble a few ‘thank you’s when you give her juice or make food, but she wouldn’t ask you to play with her, go out for a walk, watch a show. nothing.

when you would be the one suggesting to go outside, she’d shake her head. “everything okay, sweetheart?” you asked when you walked from the kitchen to her, holding a plate of cookies.

she didn’t look up at you but she gave you nod, “i brought cookies. chocolate, the one you like.” you put it down but she completely ignored it, continuing to draw.

you watched her in silence, maybe you were the one doing something wrong? maybe your cookies aren’t tasty? maybe you said something that she misunderstood?

all the bad possibilities flew to your mind, stressing you out. you sat down on the couch, zoning out but not completely. you saw nabi move from the corner of your eye, she walked up to you with two dolls.

“you wanna play?”

…

she just shrugged, giving you the same doll she did the other day, which made you remember what she had said.

it started fine, she said some stuff about horses and playgrounds, but then it happened again. she randomly changed the topic, saying your doll’s hair was ugly and it’d be better to buzz it off.

you put the doll down, “nabi, don’t be so mean. you know you can’t say stuff like that, right?”

“you can’t say someone’s dress is not cool or their hair isn’t as pretty as yours. you might think it’s okay because these are just dolls, but no. treat them like you would treat a friend.”

“i have no friends.”

your heart sank. you never asked about friends, assuming she had them. what a disgusting thing you did. assume.

you felt horrible, ashamed. “i’m sorry angel.” you placed your hand on her small back, and that’s when the door opened.

jungkook walked in, looking a bit like a mess but the tiredness left him as soon as nabi ran to him. he smiled but then frowned, hearing her sobs.

you widened your eyes, confused why she was crying now. you stood up and jungkook stared at you, picking up his daughter. “what’s wrong?”

he asked her, but she gave him no reply. he looked at you again for answers but you shook your head, no idea what was going on with her. “ya, it’s fine, stop crying.” he kicked off his shoes and carried her to her bedroom.

you waited, patiently sitting on the couch.

“she’s okay?” you asked when he got back, plopping down next to you.

“yeah, but she wouldn’t tell me what happened.”

you stayed silent, staring at the turned off tv in front of you.

“did you.. say something to her?” he asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

you snapped your head towards him, “no, nothing bad that i know of.”

“what did you talk about?”

“we were playing with her dolls and she started talking bad about my doll, for the second time this week. so, i told her it’s not nice and she shouldn’t do that. she needs to be nice, not judge the dolls.”

he listened carefully, resting his head on his arm.

“i told her to treat them like she would treat a friend. i didn’t know she doesn’t have friends..”

jungkook sighed, “she must say those things because some girls used to be rude to her at daycare. that’s why i got you instead, i don’t want her to be raised in a place like that.”

“i’m so sorry i brought that topic up in front of her, i should’ve acted like a mature person and think before saying anything— god, i feel awful.”

“you don’t have to, you didn’t know.”

“but i assumed..”

“so? that’s just how the brain works, social life and friends are normal and common, we assume everyone has them.”

he saw how much this affected you too, he scooted a little closer and placed his big hand on your shoulder. “don’t feel bad. she’s fine, she will be fine.”

you groaned, throwing your head back. “i know..”

he chuckled, noticing how exhausted you looked by the end of the week. “was she fine tho? how was your week with her? i hope she’s not too.. horrible to you.”

you shook your head, giving him a look then closing your eyes. “she’s fine. a little quiet but that shouldn’t be a bad thing, right?”

“right. better than a child who runs around yelling all day.”

“oh i hope that day never comes. i wouldn’t survive that.” silence fell in the room after a round of small laughing.

“you had lunch?” he asked you out of the sudden, looking at the clock. almost 5PM.

“yeah, i cooked her some of those dino nugg—“

“no, i meant, you. did you have lunch?”

oh. how embarrassing..!

“no, i didn’t.” you sighed, sitting up straight.

“come on, then.” he stood up, walking to the kitchen. you frowned, “what?”

“let’s eat.”

“it’s late, almost dinner time.”

“then, let’s eat dinner. call it whatever you want.” he shrugged, taking off his hoodie which he threw on the armchair when he walked past it.

“i can eat at home, it’s fine.”

“__.”

wow, there was something in his tone, commanding, strict. he stood in the doorway of the kitchen, arms crossed, staring at you. he jerked his head towards the kitchen, signaling you to follow.

“please, eat with me. it’d be late when you get home, i don’t want you to cook at that hour. come on,”

his voice wasn’t aggressive nor loud, but yet it had a firmness, leaving no room for argument.

“also, it’s already getting dark. stay for tonight.”

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[sleepyjuice]

hey!! just saw you have this and I’ll be thinking of how cute will be a date planned by jj, like for his and reader anniversary or something. you know the dinner with candles and everything. hope you like it and can do something with it! <3

JJ would do everything in his power to give you a nice anniversary.

You couldn’t stop gushing about how your one year was coming up all week, already having an outfit planned out days ahead of time.

You also wrote JJ a little love letter as well as a book of ‘coupons.’ Some just for little things like “one free back rub,” or “a home cooked meal of your choice.” Plus of course some dirty ones such as “free head,” or “one free lap dance.”

You two were going to keep it pretty simple, and you were more than okay with that.

What you didn’t expect however was JJ taking you to the beach after dinner at your favorite burger joint and being met by a large beach blanket surrounded by little candles and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

“What— Jay?” You squeezed his hand as he led you over to sit down on the blanket, a proud yet slightly sheepish smile on his face as he helped you sit.

“Didn’t think I had it in me, did ya? All romantic and shit.” He teased, planting a sweet kiss on your lips before grabbing your waist and pulling you onto his lap.

“Of course you can be romantic,” you pouted, stomach full of the same butterflies that made their home inside of you the day you two met. “I’m just surprised, is all. This is so sweet. It’s so beautiful, truly.” You gushed, arms wrapped around his neck as you straddled him, unable to stop smiling.

“It’s our one year, baby. Many more to come,” he squeezed your hips before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a joint that he had wrapped in a fucking pink bow.

“JJ…” you breathed, looking down at the joint he held out, a knowing smirk on his face as he studied your face for your reaction.

You truly felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. Yeah, it was just a joint, smoking on the beach was nothing new for the two of you, but the fact that he made it all cute for you made you want to go crazy. He was the cutest man on planet earth.

“Cute, huh? Lil pink ass bow.” He chuckled, reaching for his lighter.

“I’m gonna suck the life out of your dick for all this.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

[stvrniclo]

✩‧₊ chris sturniolo drabble

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

as music played in your air pods, you painted your nails a subtle shade of light pink. you were sitting amidst piles and piles of mess in chris' room; clothes, soda cans, wrappers, what not. but honestly, you were tired after a long day of working at the café and were busying yourself up with something that would drive your headache away, and you just could not be bothered with another session of cleaning.

chris, meanwhile, was at his desk, playing games with nick, matt and some of their friends. in his left hand was a can of his favourite soda, and his eyes were widened as he concentratedly gazed at his screen. you looked up at him every three minutes or so, smiling to yourself about just how adorable he looked, doing his own thing. like, you couldn't help but giggle at the way his hair always found a way into his eyes and he brushed it away annoyedly. or how he widened his eyes when he was really concentrating.

you'd finished painting your nails and you were in love with the way they looked. you excitedly hopped off chris' sofa, putting on your slippers as you rushed to chris. "chrissy! look at how cute my nails look!" you giggled. he looked up at your hands for a second, nodded, then looked away, but looked back up at you as he saw the cutest smile playing on your lips and just how happy you looked. "c'mere," chris said, beckoning you into his lap. he placed his soda softly on the desk, pushing it away to the side.

"okay," you said, gently climbing into his lap. you wrapped your hands around his neck, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, warming up to the soft material of his grey hoodie. "your hoodie's so soft," you say indignantly. "can i borrow it later?"

chris let out a little laugh. "of course you can, baby." he pressed a few kisses to your forehead. "you don't need to ask."

"okay, so i can steal your clothes any time i want?" you asked, looking up at him.

"yeah." chris reassured you. "whenever you want."

"you're so cute, y'know.." you said, planting your hands into his soft hair as you ruffled it up.

"yeah?" chris replied. "of course i am. i'm christopher owen sturniolo, the cutest man to ever walk this earth."

"i know that," a soft giggle slipped past your lips. "your hair's so fluffy, i wanna mess it up all the time, and your eyes are so pretty. i want them to be looking at me all the time."

"but i do look at you all the time. you're all i ever look at," chris said indignantly.

"i know, baby," you sighed. "you make me so happy."

"yeah, well, i love you," chris said, planting soft kisses across your neck and your collar.

"mm.. i love you too," you managed.

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[bjugnakraekir]

@swift-perseides here it is pookie happy holiday🎁

Oh bondage I'm uptight, Dig the feeling it's alright (Sergei Kravinoff/Reader)

Sergei flopped down on his bed, exhausted, as you dumped your backpack on the counter. You sigh and gaze at the man. Leaning on the counter, you look at the gentle rhythm of Sergei’s breathing, watching as his large back rises and falls. He had a tough day, out fighting people and getting hurt.

“What’re you looking at?” Sergei jokes. He must’ve felt you staring at him. He turns onto his back and pats the space next to him on the bed. “Come.” It sounded like a command, but from the soft smile on his face suggested it was a request.

Kicking your shoes off, you climb onto the bed next to him, your legs tangling with his. You rested your head on a soft pillow and looked at the man next to you, his blue eyes gazed back at yours and you couldn't help but smile. The vicious hunter known as Kraven, a man who strikes fear in the hearts of men, was cradling your face in his hand and looking at you as if you were heaven on earth.

Tracing the line of his chest, you not-so-subtly hooked your finger onto the waist of his pants. Sergei’s eyes flicked down to where your hand sat and back to your face. There was a change in his face, his eyes were darker, pupils dilated. It was almost hungry. Following in your footsteps, Sergei snaked his hands up your shirt, caressing your torso. His hands rested on your waist and chest. You focused on breathing steadily, knowing that Sergei could feel you breathing and hear your heartbeat.

Thinking about the difference between how he was working and how he was right now made you proud. Only you know what Sergei is really like. You smile before sitting up and taking off your shirt, throwing it to the floor. Sergei quickly copies you and takes ofh his own clothes, haphazardly tossing them away. He sits next to you fidgety, you smile inwardly about how obedient he is, you slow your movements and watch as Sergei gawks at your bare body. He slides a warm hand down your arm and side and leg, memorizing every curve and divot of your glorious form. He leans towards you and rests his chin on your shoulder and you chuckle as his beard tickles your skin. Sergei sits up and looks into your eyes once more and it is obvious that they are filled with love and want.

Who are you to deny him that?

You plant a happy kiss on his lips and he grabs your shoulders, pulling you closer to kiss you deeper. Sergei wraps his arms around you and peppers kisses all over your face, squeezing you tight against him, skin warm against skin. As his tongue grazes your lips, you push the large man down, boxing him in with your hands on either side of his head.

“Forward today, aren’t we?” Sergei purred.

“So glad you noticed,” You say as you sit back on Sergei’s lap, hand caressing the muscles right above what is making your mouth water. He looks so pretty right now, him laying back letting you have your fill. His eyes had that glint in them that told you everything you needed to know, his face flushed with the cutest shade of pink, his hands interlocked behind his head and his chest on display, the scars on his torso deep and silvery on his pale skin. A finger traced the tan line from Sergei’s collarbone to his muscled pecs, making him shiver. A devious plan pops into your head and you just can't stop yourself. Your hand wraps underneath Sergei’s thigh, pulling his leg over your shoulder and pulling a sound of surprise from his mouth. He looks at you with momentary confusion before he realizes.

“Oh you cheeky-” he murmurs before you stick your fingers in his mouth. He doesn’t stop you, of course. Sergei likes it when you’re handsy with him sometimes, though he doesn’t like to admit it. Just think about it, Europe’s most feared criminal likes getting bullied by his partner? No one would believe you if you said it. Pulling the fingers from his mouth, you set your sights more... South. Your fingers, wet with Sergei’s own spit, trace the tight muscle of his asshole before plunging in your middle finger.

“Ah-” Sergei’s hands move to grip the bed sheets, his eyes snapping shut, not used to this new sensation.

“Relax,” You whispered into his ear. His half-lidded eyes gaze at you, before he whispers your name. You continue to pump your finger in and out of the man below you, slowly unraveling him and you continue. A second finger gets added and his stomach twitches when you curl them upwards.

As you continue to drive your fingers into Sergei he starts to make delicious moans and whimpers before calling out your name. “Oh, baby please- Ah- Please please please I need to cum,” he whines and reaches for his cock, before he can grab it and jerk off you grab his wrist. Sergei is very obviously stronger than you and he does struggle a tiny big against your grasp but he doesn't do it in earnest. “Babydoll please touch me please,” he whines again.

“I am touching you,” You smirked. Speeding up your fingers and cutting him off you searched for Sergei's prostate. When you found it you deviously grazed it when pulling your fingers in and out. You watched and listened as Sergei started to lose it, panting and moaning, savoring the sight.

Suddenly Sergei started repeating your name over and over like a mantra, you knew he was almost done for. Feeling kind, you hit his prostate dead repeatedly. Sergei's eyes were screwed shut and limply open at the same time, his hands gripping the now crumpled sheets, his stomach flexing sporadically. Smiling, you lean over and whisper in Sergei's ear, still finger-fucking him mercilessly.

“Be a good boy and cum.”

[hellsingmongrel]

Man, so I'm not normally the biggest fan of Modern AUs, nor am I overly fond of fiction focused on kids, but...last night, my sleeping brain decided to concoct this Trigun (Stampede-flavored) Modern AU that now is living rent free in my damn brain! I want to get it out of my head and into the ether. I don't know if I'm going to do anything long-form with it, and I'm having to translate dream weirdness into more coherent storytelling, but here we go.

So it's modern day Earth, like 2024 or some shit, right? And that's when this version of Earth had just begun fucking around with Plant cloning. It's early enough that the SEEDS project hasn't even left the planet, the scientists haven't yet figured out how to put Plants in bulbs and use them for fuel, none of that! But they've already had Tessla happen, and the boys have already been born. Since they're not in space, even though they had to have found out about their sister, Nai hasn't had a chance to literally nuke humanity from orbit, and I guess Rem has had a chance to try and curtail some of his trauma, so he's...more stable? Ish? Stable enough where he's not actively trying to murder everyone. And the boys are "older," like we see in the flashbacks for the time Vash encountered Nai during the Last Run, so probably around 6 years old but looking 16 or so.

Rem has managed to fudge their paperwork so they've started going to school with human kids, to try and give them a normal childhood. Nai isn't as eager to play ball with the whole "being human" thing as much as Vash is, but Vash has got so many friends, Meryl and Milly and Lina are there and they're like the cutest, most stupidly adorable group of friends, just a bunch of little goofballs, like kids that age are. And the school has a field trip to a theme park (it was Disneyworld in my dream because my school actually did this, but ours was a band trip) and Vash manages to convince Rem to let him go. Vash and Nai and Rem are still paranoid about humans figuring out who they are, so you know, he's told to be extra careful and take care of himself, and Nai gives him one of his blades or something for self defense, just in case something happens. Even though Vash would never, that boy has trauma around knives and trying to defend himself, if you've read Trimax, iykyk. But he takes it anyway, and somehow, he manages to sneak it into the park. Maybe the metal doesn't register on metal detectors or something, who knows.

But he's a kid, and kids are dumb. Especially when they're 16. Especially if those 16 year olds aren't actually 16 and don't have the actual lived experience to know better. So he starts playing with the knife in front of the girls, showing off and just being a silly little guy. And then the knife slips. Bad. We're talking "this is how he probably lost his arm in this AU" bad. Blood everywhere, the girls are panicking and take him to the school chaperones and it's like "HOLY SHIT WTF DUDE, We're taking you to the ER, someone call his mom!"

And he hears that, pictures the doctors finding out he's not human, remembers what happened to Tessla, and panics. Boy does a runner like only Vash can do, and he manages to get away from them, out of the park, and escapes from security. And when parents get involved in trying to find him, the authorities start looking into the incident, and someone in the government overseeing the Plant research is able to recognize the elemental make up of the blade he dropped, and they start having suspicions. So the feds get involved, and it just goes from bad to worse, right?

Meanwhile, loopy from blood loss and panicking and a little sobbing mess because he feels dumb about slipping up and he's afraid he'll never get to go home to his mom and his brother again and is spiraling the way kids do when they panic, he gets lost in the city and ends up stumbling over teenage Wolfwood, who lives on the streets and has a few street kids that he looks after on his own with Livio. They never got to live at the orphanage, but that also means that the Eye (in whatever form it takes in this AU) never got ahold of them, so yeah, shits fucked for them, but it's actually a whole lot better for them than it might have been. And it's Wolfwood without all of the EoM trauma, so you can just imagine what he does when this delirious, bloody, terrified, severely injured kid runs him over in the street, sobbing about being caught by the adults and taken away.

Big Brother Nico do what Big Brother Nico do.

At that point, I ended up waking up, but damn if my brain didn't give me enough details to come up with a dumb AU idea that I kind of love and want to do something with, but I don't know if I have the time or spoons to do so.

Ideas I'd had following this beginning to flesh itself out in my head; Luida and Brad are Plant researchers brought onto the project to help the feds figure out wtf is going on with this whole situation, and when Luida is told to talk to Rem, because she's not giving them anything they can use, the two of them reach a secret accord to bring Vash home safe and sound and cover everything back up nice and squeaky clean the way it should have stayed.

Vash's arm is bad enough that he can't really heal it very well on his own without medical care, Plant healing or no. He's doing better than most kids would, but it still begins to go septic, and it forces Nico and Livio to make the really hard decision to find adults they can trust to bring him to so he can get the care he needs. He still ends up losing his arm, though.

At the end of everything, Melanie ends up taking Nico and Livio and the other kids in, so they still get to have their momma figure, even if she comes in later. Maybe she's the one that they find to help them. Is she maybe someone they've known was mostly safe but was never able to get them to stick around long enough to take care of them? Either way, the boys get Vash to her, and it starts the process of getting him home and the kids finally staying at the orphanage.

Meryl, Milly, and Lina all end up sneaking away when they realize that Vash is in more trouble than the adults are letting on, trying to go find him, since they know him better than anyone other than Rem and Nai. Eventually, they meet up with Nico and Livio while everyone is trying to avoid federal agents.

Obviously it's lovey-dovey Vashwood and Insurance Girlfriends and Polygun-flavored, but in the "these kids are too oblivious to think about sexy things, yet" sort of way, because I really do headcanon that at least Vash is ace, Wolfwood is probably demi, and also I am not writing children getting intimate like that. >8/ But kids having little crushes on each other is adorable and I can't not have Vashwood and Insurance Girlfriends be the eventual outcome, once those idiots all grow up and get their heads screwed on straight.

Also, because Nai hasn't had a chance to murder everyone, Rem's managed to work with him enough that he's very slowly overcoming his trauma and regaining his ability to trust that he's not in permanent danger. He'll probably grow up to be a Plants Rights activist or something, lbh. Or a politician. But he's not going to murder people, so either way, it's a win/win!

Because Nico's been living on the streets with him, Razlo either hasn't had to manifest as strongly for Livio, or hasn't manifested at all. Livio is still the sweet, shy, crybaby teddy bear we see, and maybe Razlo only comes out when the feds start getting closer and almost managing to grab the kids, and because he's been able to bond with Nico and the other kids so well this time, Livio is close enough to them that the thought of them getting hurt or taken away is enough to make him want to protect their little group instead of just Livio.

Wolfwood absolutely grumbles about how alike Vash and Livio are. Both a couple'a crybabies, geez, what the Hell you two??? But he also is very much a teddy bear who gives the best hugs when one of his little band of gremlins is upset, so he probably spends more time in a cuddle pile than anything else, now that there's two of them to lose their shit at the drop of a hat.

Vash was totally the one very sweet boy in a clique of girls that everyone who'd known him realized, when they were adults looking back, that he was very much the sweet gay kid hanging out with the girls because it was safer to be himself around them than it was to be around the other boys. (This isn't meant as a stereotype of gay kids, this is based on actual kids I grew up with. My friend group honest to God adopted them because we were all a bunch of momma bears.)

Vash is also...not trans? Because he's a Plant and Plants don't work the same way humans do, but he's also not what humans would think of as a cis boy. He expresses a masc presentation, but probably the closest equivalent would be an intersexed kid. Nai, too, tbh, though he's probably more of the "I don't give a fuck" opinion when it comes to his own gender identity. He uses he/him because that's what humans think when they see him, but he doesn't care any deeper than that.

[kimmyluvg]

I Won’t Say I’m In Love!

Summary: Y/N didn’t want to admit it�� But she’s truly in love with the green Madrigal.

This is my first attempt on doing Bruno Madrigal x F!Reader.

Please spare me with the tease and let’s get on with it!

Pronouns: He/Him for Bruno and She/Her for F!Reader

This timeline dates back to Pepa and Julieta still dating their husbands… So the triplets will be ages will be around 17-20 years old? Because he will be the last one to get married.

By the way, here’s the colors!

(You, Julieta, Pepa, Julieta and Pepa)

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‘This can’t be happening!’

Was the first thought comes into your mind when you found yourself blushing after saying goodbye to the youngest triplet Madrigal.

You have known Bruno Madrigal as a brother of your best friend, Pepa. You often thought he’d be an emo kid because of Pepa’s description being dark and mysterious. But when you had the chance to talk to him, you found yourself liking the dude… Well… Too much…

“Why did it have to be him?! I meanheiskindacute buthe’saMadrigal, Y/N! Whatifhe’sactuallyinto someoneelsethenyou’vebecomeanidiotlikebefore—!!” You ramble in your room, not realizing that two of the triplets are in your room, hearing what you have said.

Pepa made rainbows appear on her head while Julieta decided to stuff you with an empanada to shut you up. “Y/N, babe, I love you… But you have to admit… Confessing your love to our hermano in front of us is the cutest thing.” Julieta said as squeals from Pepa emerged from her, “You should totally ask him out, amiga!” Pepa said, standing up from her seat on your bed and hold your shoulders.

You hesitated then scoffed, “Chicas… You know how I am going through right now… Well, after the Fernando situation…” You said as your mind drifted to the man who cheated on you. Fernando was the hot guy and most of the women swoon over him, this made him a womanizer and started to cheat on his girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend now…

“Then this is the best opportunity for you to forget about that idiota!” Julieta suggested as you sigh sadly. You walk towards your window and saw Agustin, Julieta’s boyfriend, Felix, Pepa’s man, and Bruno talking in a corner.

You stare at the green ruana boy before you turned your head to the cupid statue that your mother gave to you.

“If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that.” You sang as you pushed the cupid to made it face the wall. “No man is worth the aggravation…” You said standing up before going to the door. “That's ancient history, been there, done that!” You shouted as you opened your door.

Julieta and Pepa smirked before following you, “Who d'you think you're kidding? He's the earth and heaven to you!” The duo sang as you three went down stairs. You saw them following you with Pepa having the sun shining bright on her head.

“Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you!” The girls said as you and them set foot outside of your home and into the streets of Encanto.

“Oh nooo!” “Girl, you can't conceal it! We know how you feel, And who you're thinking of!” Julieta and Pepa said as Julieta took an orchid from a plant and wave it on your face as you playfully scoffed.

“No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no!” You said as Pepa and Julieta played along, swaying to the music. “You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it? Uh-oh!” The two girls said as you walk along the road to Julieta’s stand where Agustin is now helping. “It's too cliché! I won't say I'm in love…”

Agustin saw you and the two girls and wondered what you three are doing. “I thought my heart had learned its lesson… It feels so good when you start out.” You sang taking a bun from the stand but then you saw the bun has green filling that reminds you of Bruno.

You blush at the reminder, “My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl! Unless you're dying to cry your heart out"!” You said as Agustin got the gist of what is happening and gave you one of Bruno’s favorite sweets from Julieta’s stand.

“You keep on denying! Who you are and how you're feeling!” Julieta said as she takes the buns and put them in a basket then kissed Agustin’s cheek before going off to join you and her sister. The man almost tripped when Julieta did that.

“Baby, we're not buying! Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling!” Pepa said as she sling an arm onto yours and Julieta on the other then both dragged you towards where Felix and Bruno are standing.

“Face it like a grown-up! When you gonna own up, that you got, got, got it bad?” Both Pepa and Julieta said before you stopoed, causing then to halt.

“No chance, no way! I won't say it, no, no—!” You said getting away from the duo but bumping into Bruno in the process. You looked up and saw Bruno helping you to regain your posture. You gave him a grin and waved. He waved back with a smile before Felix dragged him into a dark corner to talk. “Give up, give in!” The girls said then Pepa pointed at your smile, “Check the grin, you're in love!”

You realized then made a frown with a sigh. The two girls giggled while you passed them, “This scene won't play! I won't say I'm in love!” You said while you covered your ears with your hands. “You're doin' flips! Read our lips: "You're in love"!” Both girls said following you.

“You're way off base, I won't say it!” You said going to the fountain while Julieta and Pepa backed off when Bruno stood next to them. “Get off my case, I won't say it!” You said as you sat down.

“Girl, don't be proud! It's okay, you're in love…” Julieta said giving the orchid, which was green, to you as Bruno took the basket of bread from her as Julieta join in with Agustin, Felix and Pepa while they watch the scene.

You received the flower and gave it a sniff. You sigh lovingly, “Ohhh... At least out loud… I won't say I'm in love…” You said as you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Bruno with the basket and offered you a bun. You gave a small smile before taking it and giving it a bite. And it that moment, you and Bruno talked for a while and that’s where he noticed that you both were alone now. He took a deep breath before holding your hand that made you stop talking, “Bruno?” You asked as he looked deep into your eyes.

You were lost… Lost inside of those green eyes… “Y/N… I know we haven’t even had the chance to get to know each other very long… But are you willing to have a relationship with me?” Bruno asked as your cheeks turned pink, “I know you’ve heard the rumors about me having to make bad things about the future… But I swear to you that I would never be like that… I would be the guy that can predict the future with positivity and smiles.. So would you please give me a chance to be your novio!” Bruno said as you smiled then chuckled, “Ay, cariño… I guess I did admit that I’m in love…” You muttered under your breath before you leaned in and rest your lips on his. Bruno’s eyes widen but he closes this and began to return the kiss with an equal passion. The sky began to rain a little with a rainbow on top, “Ah! We’re going to have a sister!” Pepa squealed, watching the scene unfold before the two couples in the eyes…

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[jimsbeetroot]

happy place ♰ corey taylor

warning; fluff - and cringe - overload. you have been warned!

you are my sunshine / cutest fluffy shit ive done ew

“You smell nice”

“Thank you?”

Corey was barely awake. He’d been mumbling nonsense since the very moment he’d woken up; clearly, the alcohol hadn’t quite worn off just yet.

It was completely and utterly quiet, peaceful. “I love you—” He placed a long-lasting kiss on my lips. “—so much.”

“I love you too,” I smiled. He looked at me. His eyes were beautifully kind, and they glistened like diamonds from the sun, which streamed brightly through the curtains of the tour bus.

Your head laid rested on his chest. His heartbeat made you feel a sense of calmness, one you only found when you were with him. 

Although the bunk beds were on a different level of being impractical, sharing one with Corey made it all a bit better.

It was as if all of my responsibilities and worries had vanished from my mind. Nothing else mattered. 

I looked over at the clock. It read half-past eleven.

“We should go have some breakfast,” I said and sat up, though Corey was quick to pull me back into his grasp.

“Corey,” I laughed. I could feel his smile against my neck as he planted small butterfly kisses on it.

“It’s too early to get out of bed,” Corey whined and tightened his grip around my waist.

“Corey, it’s nearly noon!” I giggled.

“I don’t care. I just want you here,” Corey mumbled, a smile finding its way upon my lips. There was no denying it; Corey owned my heart.

“Alright,” I said. I turned around. His eyes were fully open, staring into mine.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Corey said. 

He had a thing with words. He could formulate them and make them sound like heaven on earth.

His hand grazed my hair and pulled it back behind my ear.

A flush crept across my face as I processed the compliment.

“I mean it. I know you don’t believe it, but it’s true,” Corey said. I looked into his eyes.

“You’re too kind to me,” I smiled, my fingers softly caressing his cheek.

Corey leaned closer to me and planted a kiss on my lips.

“I truly believe that you are the greatest thing to ever happen to me,” Corey said, his forehead resting on mine.

“You have my heart, Taylor,” I said. My stomach tingled. He was a beautiful man, inside and out.

“You had mine first, my love,”

i almost puked at how fluffy this is ngl...anyways, hope u enjoy it

[emmyrosee]

Eeee welcome back !! How was the vacay??

Also just wanted to let you know your uncle samu/ dad tsumu Drabble gave me baby fever 😭😭😭 pls spare some more crumbs of those two if you can !!

Vacay was okay, thank ya baby! Definitely glad to be home but grateful we were able to get away for a bit 🥰❤️

bUT IM A L W A Y S DOWN TO SPARE ALL I CAN FOR DAD TSUM AND UNCLE SAMU-

———

“Okay, don’t look!”

Atsumu sounded excited, far too excited for the night ahead, and you chuckle as you pass the last child in the group their last piece of candy before closing the door. It was the first Halloween Hisako could walk on her own, and he was beyond excited for the possibilities of costumes with his baby.

And despite the way Atsumu wanted to hide his excitement when Osamu asked if he could trick or treat with them too, you could tell just by the way they’d eyed costumes for the past week that they were far more excited for this than your two year old knew how to be.

“I’m not looking,” you assure, watching the group of kids and their parents toddle down the path of your home. Behind you, you hear the giggles of your daughter and the shuffling of feet, and you keep your promise to keep looking away even though you’re eager to see what they came up with.

“Alright momma,” Atsumu hums, his voice a few feet behind you. “You can turn around.”

Instantly, you do, and your hands immediately come up to cover your mouth at the adorable sight.

Standing before you, decked out in the most easy, comfortable costume they could find, were the famous Miya Twins, dressed as Mike Wazowski and Sulley, the blonde Sulley holding a pink-pajama clad Hisako in his blue arms.

The twins looked so warm you were almost jealous, in their onesies, Osamu’s green hood pulled up and over his head to expose the single eye, while Hisako plays with the blue fur on Atsumu’s own onesie. They look comfortable and positively adorable, and your heart flutters at the sight of the two men blushing as you stare at them with that grin of yours.

“Oh my gosh!” You coo, your hands instantly coming up to cover your mouth. “You three look so cute!”

“Boo!” Hisako cheers, and you watch with complete love in your eyes as the two grown man gasp in fear, their heads whipping towards her in a rehearsed manner. You can’t help but absolutely beam at the sight of the two men in front of you, committed to making a new memory with their favorite little girl.

“How on earth did you come up with this?” You hum, making your way over to Atsumu. You plant a kiss to his cheek, relishing in the way his skin warms up under the affection.

“Well, it was hard to find a trio costume without a… uh…” Osamu gestures to himself “feminine persona-“

“I told you, there were plenty of same-sex couple costumes-“

“Yea, and I told you, that they were still couple based, and that was weird- I’m your brother.”

You snicker at their back and forth for a few more minutes before sighing, “what about Mario and Luigi? Wario and Waluigi? You could’ve made fake jerseys of your high school numbers and been each other. Burger and Fries, Shaggy and Scooby, buzz and woody, you could’ve been sleepy and sneezy and she could’ve been Snow White-“

“Okay, we get it, we had a lot of options,” Atsumu snorts, casting a look to his brother, who’s now rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. “How about I say we chose this costume because when we’re done, she’s in her pj’s?”

“I’ll allow it,” you say sweetly. You rise slightly on your tiptoes to gently pinch Hisako’s nose, beaming as she squeals happily, “but I just know you two will be the cutest monsters on the block.”

“Ahem,” Osamu clears his throat dramatically. “I think you mean, three.”

“Of course,” you say, furrowing your brows and nodding in agreement. Your face softens and you pass Osamu a little pumpkin head meant for candy, “go. She has no known allergies and I like fruity candies. Have fun. Be safe.”

“We will, momma,” Atsumu assures, nudging his head towards the door. “You be safe too. Lots of monsters out tonight.”

You roll your eyes in amusement for his double entendres, “I will be. Oh! And take plenty of pictures! I want some for Granny’s gift, since we didn’t get any last year.”

“You got it, baby,” Atsumu chuckles, pressing a kiss to your head. “We’ll be back soon.”

Sure enough, just about an hour later, when Osamu’s got a sleeping Hisako on his back and Atsumu with a full pail of candy, it’s safe to say Operation: First Halloween was a success.

Especially as you hear them talking about costumes for next year as they make their way to you, in the living room.

[litgwritersroom]

Villa Vs. Villa

Part Two of All's Fair in Casa Amor.

read it on AO3 | chapter written by @i-boop-you

Day two of Casa life and it's time to get stuck into it as the Villa's go head to head during Challenge Time. The stakes are high for Astrid as things heat up between her and Bobby and Emily isn't ready to call it quits either.

| Part One |

“I’ve got a text! Islanders, prepare for the competition to heat up as you go head-to-head with the other Villa in a series of mini challenges. The winning Villa will be treated to a cocktail party this evening. Hashtag, turning up the heat, hashtag, all villa no filler, hashtag, villa vs villa.”

That stirred up the competition. Astrid had been chilling on the daybed with Ali and Blake, discussing their game plans. She had just finished filling them in on her night with Bobby, telling them between giggles and hand holding about their legs brushing up against one another, of them stealing closer inch by inch during the night, how she could still smell him, could still feel the warmth of his body during the cool night like he was still right beside her. Okay, she hadn’t said half of that. Mainly because she didn’t want anyone to accuse her of majorly laying it on.

They’re Casa Girls after all, and if there’s one thing about a Casa Islander that everyone thinks, it’s that they’re doing everything they can to stay in the competition.

Considering the position they’re in, who could blame them? And right now, with this particular lot of boys to try and convince, the most desirable option was obviously Bobby.

Besides being the most single boy, failing to spark a romantic connection with a single girl, everyone watching the show knew what a fan favourite he was. He was beloved, the entire nation was rooting for him to find someone, for every girl to turn around and realise he was the love of their life. Everyone wanted Bobby to find the right girl for him, so God forbid if the girl couldn’t match up to him.

What was there not to love about Bobby? He was hands down the funniest Islander, objectively the cutest boy in the Villa, and a categorical catch: he baked, he was hard-working, loyal, devoted, down-to-earth. How those other girls weren’t fighting among themselves for him, Astrid would never know.

Yet, Bobby was such a catch, that’s where the danger really lurked. How could Astrid prove herself among the new girls? How could she show that she wasn’t just using him for his popularity, for his ability to get her into the Villa so she had better footing to pursue who she really wanted?

Because there wasn’t anyone else she wanted. Not really. Bobby was her number one pick. Even before she knew she was going on Love Island, Bobby was the stand out, exactly the type of boy she needed in her life.

And not just because he’d bake her the perfect pastries.

All Astrid had to do was win him over. And his friends. And the nation. Easy fucking peasy.

The other trio of girls came over from where they had been gossiping on the swing, and all six of them cooed and cawed over one another, tripping over who was the most excited.

Astrid caught Emily’s eye and the pair smiled at once another, but there wasn’t anything nice about it. Emily also had her eye on Bobby, and she hadn’t been quiet about it.

From the moment the girls arrived and had their first sit down chit-chat, Emily made it clear to them all that Bobby was hers and she wasn’t about to lose him to anyone. Astrid sat there, smiling and nodding, and sizing up the competition. There was a streak in Emily that Astrid hadn’t liked at all, and if anything, she wanted to spare Bobby from that. If Astrid was the right sort for Bobby, Emily was the wrong sort.

What basis did Astrid have besides they both wanted the same man? Well. It’s a competition, and Bobby can only pick one of them, if he picks either. Emily may not have been used to losing, but neither was Astrid, and her first trick was never to give the game away.

Before Astrid could sit down next to Bobby, Emily planted her bony butt on the sun lounger by his side, somehow taking up all the remaining space that fit a whole adult lying down. Astrid would call her lard arse if there was anything back there at all.

Rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses, Astrid took a seat on the lounger next to them, sitting with a space between herself and Bobby on the same lounger as Henrik. Bobby turned slowly toward her, a grin climbing slowly on his face, something he never showed when Emily sat next to him.

“Fancy seeing you again so soon,” he joked, sitting with his legs open and his elbows resting on his thighs. He was leaning forward, and bowed closer to converse.

Astrid followed his lead, letting her tanned legs spread into the space in front of them, innocently tangling them into his ‘bubble’ thanks to the angled position of her sun lounger. She leant towards him shoulder first to reply, “What can I say? You were such good company last night, I guess I’m just missing you.”

The game was beginning, garnering everyone’s attention. Bobby tore his eyes off of her with a smile on his face. Was it the heat or was Mr McKenzie blushing?

It took a lot for Astrid to glance away, and she only did so after brushing her leg up behind his calves. Bobby adjusted as Lucas introduced the game, letting Astrid slide her leg between his from behind. Flirting with no words, not even looking at one another. Yeah, Astrid was a-winning here.

Just as Lucas wrapped up the rules, Emily pounced on Bobby, clutching his arm, and excitedly getting in his face. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun! Promise to partner up if we need to?”

Astrid couldn’t see his face, but her elation soured as she heard him replying, “Sure.”

Ding.

A text came through on Siobahn’s phone. Half the Islanders were shouting at her to read it before she could even open her phone, acting like that’s not what she was going to do immediately.

“The boy and girl whose names come last alphabetically must snog for fifteen seconds,” she read out, arms flapping before she’d even finished her sentence, like she expected them to already be on their feet…

She was half right, Gary, Shannon, Ali, and Lucas were already up, ready for action.

As a mix of “Go, go, go!” was thrown across the garden, lots of fingers were pointing as they tried to work it out. It was like they were only half in competition with Casa Amor, and half in competition with each other to be the fastest to figure out who the texts were talking about. It was nearly as amusing as it was when they finally figured out it was Siobhan and Noah, and Siobahn went careering across the grass towards Noah.

He looked pretty terrified, truth be told. By the time Siobhan reached him, Noah had one arm out blocking her path to his lips.

“Whoa, whoa, hang on,” he said, granting himself more than a couple bewildered looks from the others. “I don’t know if I want to be kissing anyone else, like … I don’t want to hurt Hope.”

“What do you mean?” Gary barked across at him, standing, holding his arms out like Noah was trying to argue that pineapple went on pizza. “What do you flipping think Hope is doing over at Casa Amor?”

That’s when the next text came through. Already Siobahn’s shoulders were slumping. “Casa Amor won,” she read, eliciting a loud groan from everyone else.

“It’s all right, mate, it’s just a game,” Ibrahim said, reaching over to consoling pat Noah on the arm.

“That would have been Priya, right?” Shannon said, loud and clear, looking around for confirmation for what she already knew. Astrid saw the way Shannon’s gaze landed on a now thoroughly glum looking Ibrahim while she added, “Looks like the other Villa aren’t messing around.”

Ding.

This time it was Gary’s phone that went off. He sped out the words, “One boy and one girl have thirty seconds to act out as many sex positions as they can!” He was practically dancing on the spot, jumping from foot to foot.

Ali was right next to him. Without a thought, Gary threw down his phone, grabbing Ali’s arm instead. He tossed her right onto the grass, getting into position behind her for doggy. As everyone else roared out, “ONE!”, the pair of them rolled into their next position.

Half the Islanders were counting them out as the other shrieked different, easy, positions for them to try out, but thanks to Gary trying to show off his favourite position, several seconds were wasted. The only victory there was that it made Ali cackle and when they were done, they sat budged up so much closer to one another than before.

It was another loss for the group, though.

“Come on, guys, get with it,” Lucas said, spurring them all on. “We’re trying to win this thing.”

“All right then, pretty boy, you do the next one,” Gary said, probably his idea of being snarky.

When the next text came through, Lucas didn’t back down. It wasn’t one that required a whole load of effort though. All he had to do was stand there as a girl doused him in lipstick mark kisses.

Blake was the lucky girl thanks to Ali and Astrid. Ali had a tube of lipstick already on her, and Astrid already had plans of throwing Blake to Lucas the moment Gary piped up with his brilliant suggestion.

Cheekily, Blake kissed all over Lucas’ face and chest, littering him in shades of ‘Come to Bed Red’. She began at the top, as everyone counted each smack of her lips, getting dozens all over his face before moving down, and eventually ended up on her knees, a position she most likely was pretty familiar with. She was running out of room in her current state, and with the seconds whittling down, Blake clasped the lining of Lucas’ trunks and inched them down.

Eyes wide, he looked directly at the boys. He was blushing as they nearly all fell out of their seats at Blake’s gall.

When their win was announced, Astrid couldn’t help but call out, “I think that was a personal win for you both, too, right? Lucas, just you remember how happy Blake made you when she got down on her knees.”

“You pipe down, you cheeky sort,” he threw back at her, giving her a look.

In another life, maybe Lucas would have been Astrid’s target. He was mighty fine looking, rich, and had his life together. Shame there was someone else who managed to put Lucas in the shadows.

Henrik got the next text. “The boy and girl whose name’s start with the same letter must kiss.”

Before most of them could say so much as, “Who -?” Shannon was on her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs, “BOBBY AND BLAKE.”

Bobby and Blake both looked terrified, and still wore those looks of startledom as they ran across the grass to one another. They crashed into one another in a decidedly unromantic fashion. The kiss was purely strategic, that was clear.

With no time frame on the kiss, they broke apart after about five seconds. They went back to their seats without a look at each other, like it was nothing more than business, and business they were rather glad to be done with at that.

It was another victory, making it a tie so far. Everything was still to play for. So when the next text came through, BOOM, the competitive among them really started coming through. Three Islanders had to top and tail in a bed, so Gary, Ibrahim, and Ali leap onto the wall that separated the garden from the daybeds and settled themselves in. Everyone was up on their feet, arms half raised to celebrate already, when a text chimed through telling them they lost.

“What?!” Gary shot up from the daybed. “Impossible, we literally did that in seconds! No way!”

“It took a while for the text to come through, so maybe it wasn’t the daybeds, but the ones inside?” Siobhan suggested.

There was a collective groan at their own stupidity on that one. By the look of it, it made Gary far more determined to win.

The next phone to pop off was Astrid’s. Before she knew what she was doing, the surge of excitement had her on her feet, already screaming the words to everyone, “Kiss the three Islanders you fancy the most!”

Astrid had Bobby, her lips were on his lips before she could even register the shock on his face. She didn’t have time to think about it, to appreciate the electrified drumming of her heart at this. In one moment she was being told to kiss who she fancied most, in the next it was just Bobby, all Bobby, and there was nothing more to it. She grinned stupidly as she pushed away, darting off to the next guy.

Noah was sitting down, so Astrid was on his lap as she kissed him. Just as Noah was sinking into it, taking her by the waist, she was up on her feet again and falling into Lucas, her arms wrapping around his neck to stop herself from falling flat on her back. He held her around the waist as everyone cheered at them completing the dare.

Astrid still had her phone in her hand, the alert coming through, breaking her focus from her kiss. After a quick check, she turned to the group, arms in the air, “The Villa won!”

The win stirs them on even more, and while Emily got the next text (“Three Islanders must jump naked into the pool!”), Astrid plonked back in her seat, only half eyeing Henrik, Gary, and Ali bombing it to the water, already leaving behind discarded items of clothes.

Just as Gary’s hairy ass disappeared with a splash, Astrid said to Bobby, “Sorry, I hope you don’t mind me just grabbing you like that. Time was of the essence, and I assure you that a proper kiss from me is of much higher quality. That’s an Astrid guarantee.”

He grins, clapping along with the others as the three butt naked Islanders splash about in the pool.

“Is that a promise?” Bobby replied.

With a wink, Astrid said, “Sure is. I’m already wishing I had saved the best for last.”

“There’s still time yet, you could have another kiss.”

“Here’s hoping.”

“THE VILLA WINS!” Emily roars, standing on the sun lounger to give herself some much needed height.

Up next the two oldest Islander’s have to kiss, so Lucas and Siobhan come crashing into each other from direct opposite sides of the grass. 

“Another win for the Villa!” Noah tells them.

The next text comes through on Bobby’s phone. “One Islander must give another a piggyback ride around the pool.”

And like that, Emily is on top of Bobby. Literally. Her unexpected and awkward play at him sends them both to the ground in front of Astrid. By the time they get to their feet, Gary has Ali on his back and is already darting off with her, leaving the other’s in the dust.

Bobby laughs it off, helping a blushing Emily back into her seat.

“Sorry guys!” She says, “I guess I was just so excited to get going.”

“Guess I just need to be made of stronger stuff,” Bobby laughs, then blanches, turning to Emily like he’s seen a ghost. “That’s not a comment about you, by the way. I’m just - I'm obviously not as jacked as the other guys.”

“Don’t worry about it, Bobby,” Astrid says. “We all know you weren’t saying that. You just need to look at Emily to know there’s nothing to her.”

When she said it, she locked eyes with Emily from behind Bobby.

“That’s right,” Emily said. “There’s definitely heavier girls here. If I knocked you off your feet, imagine what Astrid would have done to you.”

With a giggle, Astrid took Bobby’s hand, being obviously flirty, and said, “Don’t worry, if I got you on your back, it would be far more graceful, and no one would be apologising about it.”

Bobby grinned back at her while Emily’s already rosy complexion flushed even brighter.

They miss the next text coming through, saying Shannon has to give one of the boys a lap dance. She doesn’t hesitate to stride up to Ibrahim, spinning her voluptuous ass in his face before dipping low to give him an eye-full.

Astrid began a clap, giving Shannon a beat to dance to. It was fair to say that she killed it, and judging from Ibrahim’s lip bite, he was living for it.

Henrik got the next dare, being instructed to make one of the girls blush. He practically sat in Astrid’s lap by the time he made it to her, a saucy look on his face, but -

His face dropped, he looked lost, stunned, at a loss, chin wobbling, he was floundering, floundering -

“HENRIK, COME ON!” Gary roared, on his feet and jumping like he was headering a ball.

“Dahhhhh,” Henrik mused, then locked eyes with Bobby.

Bobby shook his head. “Don’t look at me, mate.”

“Wait, wait!” Ali cheered, jumping up next to Gary and gripping his arm in her excitement. “Look at Astrid! Look at her! She’s blushing! She’s actually blushing!”

“Oh, well,” Astrid mumbled with all eyes on her, “I mean, I’m not flustered, but I guess I’m pretty embarrassed for you, Henrik. Sorry.”

“Ah, no worries, I’m embarrassed for myself…” He replied, already slinking off.

As he turned his back to her, Astrid sucked in her lips to keep herself from laughing, but that resolve fell apart the moment she caught Bobby’s eye. He was the first to break, a horse of a laugh blowing up his cheeks. Astrid had to duck her head down, knocking into Bobby, to hide herself. When they got to gathering themselves back up, somehow, Astrid was inching onto his sun lounger. Their knees were clinking together, legs worked up against one another’s, the heat of their skin burning hot, electric.

In the end, they lost that round, even though Henrik did get Astrid to blush, however unconventionally.

Their fingers were just splaying together, inching into holding hands, when the next text came through.

“The shortest girl and tallest girl must kiss! Go, go, go!”

Blake was screaming Astrid’s name, so Astrid shot up, ready to go. Nothing else registered until Noah was in front of her, clutching her head and stroking her neck as he had his second kiss with her. It was full of drive, but lacked a spark of passion.

Overall, yes, the kiss was good, but Astrid thought it would be a whole lot better if it wasn’t for a timed challenge. When they broke apart, the first thing Astrid saw was Emily, hunkering at her side.

“You idiot, you’re not the shortest!” Emily said.

“Whoa, harsh!” Ali shouted, a crease forming between her brows.

“What? I didn’t mean it like that,” Emily went on, reaching for Astrid’s hand. “We’re friends! It’s all banter! Right, hun?”

“Whatever you say, hunny bun,” Astrid replied, already flouncing off from Emily.

She sat down next to Bobby, budging up close to him, leaning in so much that she knocks into him. Bobby shifts to allow her better access, his hand coming down to rest on the lounger behind her, making them look very, very cosy with one another.

“Islanders,” Lucas reads out. “Everyone must suck another Islanders toe.”

He was on his knees, grabbing a hold of Blake’s foot before most of the others had time to register this new horror.

A giggling Astrid was just reaching for Bobby’s when his other foot was swiped away by Emily. She said to Bobby, “You said we could do the couples one together!”

“Oh … yeah, I did…” He says, throwing a sorry look to Astrid.

Astrid smiled in reply. “No worries.” In the end she ended up with Siobahn’s nicely taken care of foot in her mouth. It was either that or risk a hairy toe of Noah or Henrik’s. One risk she wasn’t going to take was letting Emily walk all over Bobby. Who knew how many dares were left? Astrid wasn’t about to be caught out again.

Wouldn’t you know it, the next dare was Seven Minutes in Heaven. Before the whole text could be read out, Astrid had Bobby’s hand in hers, and was pulling him up, dragging him to the wall behind them. The pair climbed up, giggling like idiots, and ran to the pantry in the kitchen.

Slamming the door shut behind them, they were enclosed in nothing but darkness, but Astrid had everything she needed. She had Bobby exactly where she wanted him.

“So, I think I had a promise I need to deliver on?”

She locked her lips on his, taking her time, they weren’t in as much of a rush, had no one to perform for, no eyes on them. This was just for them, theirs.

It started slow, Astrid could taste a hint of his toothpaste from that morning, and that was before she got her tongue stuck in. She opened up the kiss, taking him deeper, allowing her tongue to find his. They met. They paused, allowing the electricity of the touch to tickle through their bodies.

Her hands were on his hips, her thumbs rubbing into the dips of his abdomen. She fully expected him to be feeling heightened sensations down there, and was fully counting on it. She could feel his lower half twitching, giving him away to her, letting her know her tricks were working.

She let one hand work into his dreads, letting her fingers explore. He moaned into her, and it stirred her for more, her body aching to press harder, for him to touch her in a way that he wouldn’t in front of the other’s.

There was a brisk chap at the door before it was flung open. Gary stood there with the most mischievous grin on his face.

“Well, well, well,” he said cockily, “look what we’ve got here.”

An equally grinning Bobby tugged at Astrid’s hand. “Come on.”

They took their seats like that, holding hands and unable to wipe the smiles from their faces, and remained like that for the rest of the game, right up and through the winning announcement.

Of all the outcomes, no one had expected it to land on a draw. So both Villa’s ended up with the cocktail party, so it was a win-win all around. They were all in high spirits as it came time to get dolled up for the evening’s party.

“So, how are we feeling girls?” Siobhan asked when they were all gathered around doing their make-up. “Who feels like they’re on to a winner?”

Astrid clocks Emily watching her. She was in the midst of applying her lashes so she didn’t bother sparing her more than half a second of a glance back.

“I’ve been getting on really well with Lucas,” Blake announced as she dusted her cheeks with blush. “I’m pretty surprised by him to be honest, but I’ve got no complaints so far.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think Gary would be this open, but he’s really come out of his shell today,” Ali chimed in with a big smile.

“I think all the boys have,” Siobhan remarked. “Maybe not Noah, but he’s just reserved anyway. Wasn’t expecting Rahim to be so into it, though. He’s been all over you Shannon.”

Shannon grinned, but left it at that.

“How’s the Bobby War coming along?” Siobhan went on.

 “War?” Emily blinked, purposefully turning herself to Siobahn in a way that cut Astrid out. “There’s no war with Bobby. He’s mine.”

“I don’t know, Em,” Siobhan replied. “He was pretty cosy with Astrid, and don’t forget that she never revealed who her top three boys were yesterday when we asked.”

“I think the game revealed who they are though,” Shannon said. “She snogged Bobby, then Noah, then Lucas when asked to kiss who she fancied the most. That might not be the order she fancies them most though, she might have just done closest proximity.”

“Bobby’s obvi the number one, though. She practically dragged him into that cupboard.”

“She’s betting on the same horse, Em.”

“You guys realise Astrid is right here?” Ali asked, frowning at the other three.

Emily sighed contentedly, folding her arms over the vanity, getting the small space where no make-up is scattered about. With a condescending smirk, she leant across to Astrid, and said, “Advice from a friend, but I’d back out now.”

“Advice from someone who doesn’t give a fuck,” a grinning Astrid retorted, a cunning look in her eye, “but Bobby’s his own man, and he can make up his own mind. If you’re worried about competition, I don’t think any of us are going after Henrik. He might be your best bet, babes, and what a sweet guy, too. You’ll for sure be safe with him.”

Emily’s eyes went wide, but otherwise she never flinched. The other girls were all silent.

“I’m not scared of competition,” she said.

“That’s another difference between you and me then, babe, because while I’m also not afraid of competition, I fucking welcome it.”

With that, Astrid got to her feet, ready for the night. In her heels, she towered over the sitting girls, all eyes on her. She looked stunning, even if she said so herself (which she did).

“See you girls down there,” Astrid added with a chirply little laugh that was one hundred percent fake. Pinching Emily on the shoulder as she passed, Astrid added, “Good luck, bestie.”

The evening began with a lot of chatter and a load of cocktails flowing. Astrid bigged up Bobby by persuading him to make them his signature Bobbyfish. When they got their first one down them, leading Bobby into making another batch, that was when they finally got the chance to detach from the main group.

Bobby led them to the swing just off from the kitchen. They sat close together, Bobby bringing one arm up along the back of the seat, stretching it out to run behind the back of her neck.

“So that was some challenge today,” he said. His gaze drifted off, his voice losing a lot of the liveliness it held back when they were laughing and joking in the kitchen in front of the others.

“Wasn’t it?” Astried replied. “I really liked that it brought you out of your shell a little bit more. I mean, you’re always up for a laugh, but you seemed a little out of it yesterday. Shock to the system?”

The corners of his mouth inch up. “Something like that. In a way, it does feel like I’m starting over again, that I’m being given another chance to enjoy the Love Island experience. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t expect to come in here and have girls falling at my feet, but I thought by now … there would be someone.”

Astrid nodded. “I’m both relieved and astounded that you’ve not found a connection with anyone yet. You’re such an easy guy to get on with.”

With a chuckle, he said, “That’s my fatal flaw. I’m too easy to get along with, get myself stuck in a friendship before I can even realise if that’s what I want.”

“Oh? Is there … is there someone you have feelings for? One of the girls in Casa Amor?”

For the first time, he holds her gaze. “No. Not in the slightest.” His chest heaved, and he swallowed hard. “I honestly didn’t have high hopes that I’d come out of Casa Amor with anything other than some more friendships. I’m still not so sure…”

“What aren’t you sure about?”

“Heeyyyy.”

Ugh. Emily. She appeared out of thin air, like a poltergeist, ready to wreak havoc.

“Bobby, I couldn’t have a chat with you when you’ve got a second?” She asked, peering over them like she’s nervous.

“Oh yeah sure, I’m chatting to Astrid right now but I’ll give you a shout when we’re finished up,” he replied.

“Oh okay, no rush!”

Astrid smiled as fakely as she could and waved Emily off with a small flap of her fingers. With their conversation now interrupted, Astrid saw it was a golden opportunity to shift closer to him. Bobby mirrored her, shuffling close enough that there was no gap between them.

“So,” Bobby said, averting his gaze from her again, but this time, he didn’t sound so nervous about it, “I think it’s fair to say you’ve got your eye on me, right? Do you mind me asking you how come?”

She grinned like a Cheshire cat. “Are you kidding, Bobby McKenzie? I have never seen a man who’s more of a catch than you are. You are joking, right?” They both bubbled up with laughter. “Name me a man better than you.”

“My dad’s pretty cool, but he’s married, so I’m afraid I’m the closest you’ll get.”

“I’ll take that.”

And Astrid went in for it, slowly closing that last gap, sinking into him again. They kissed right there, no qualms about the others or the cameras, nothing. This was the biggest statement they could make, securing Astrid’s claim to him, and Bobby’s stakes with her.

More importantly, it was the sweetest kiss Astrid had had. The sweetness of the cocktail trickled onto her tongue, her puckered lips were open for all of him, the simpleness of it all making her feel alive at the slightest touch.

For Astrid, it was Bobby McKenzie or nothing.

Part Three.

“Look, Bobby, I like Marisol. I like Hope. I like Lottie. But you’ve got to think of the reality, here. Shannon ran me through the strategy. You’re not going to get a flashing neon sign telling you they’ve moved on. You’re just going to have to–”

Lucas’s phone chimed, and he reached for it as the others looked up at him expectantly. “Oh… it’s a video.”

[pattysplaceofplaces]

The Thieves Next Door

 Prologue Sample Thingy

[Author’s note: So this is kinda a sample thing. I’m just seeing if I get a feel for it. Since this feature’s a lot of Mime Bomb outside of VILE I will have to make some personal headcanons for him for the sake of this story. First thingy: I decided I would his real name Gailen, it means “the one who is peaceful and quiet” so I thought the name matched him. I’m not sure if this will be finale or something that I continue writing but enjoy!]

     “There’s something about them Lori, I don’t trust it.” Loraine put a hand on her husband’s shoulder, shifting her weight on him. “Alfred please you can’t be skeptical of everyone who moves in. You scare the whole neighborhood…” She lightly tugged on his arm. “Instead of stalking them from the window let’s go say hello!” The man grumbled out something unintelligible yet he got up from his chair and from the window to the door. 

Life felt odd now. If felt not to be in your outfit all the time or called by your code name 24/7. You can tell this was taken a huge toll on Gailen. It felt weird to call him that besides…Mime Bomb. Of course you called him by his name even before this happened but that was only when you two were alone. You felt bad for your boyfriend, you could tell he felt uncomfortable without having his normal makeup on but it wasn’t safe for him to have it on. He would be found suspicious, that was something that couldn’t be risked in this point in time.

It was sweet. He didn’t like being outside for too long, especially like this yet he still sat on the porch while you were watering the succulents and putting up the humming bird feeder. You went up to him, letting him have a sip of your water. “You don’t have to stay outside Mime Bae.” You whispered that corny nickname to him. It was originally a joke that somehow stuck. He shook his head. He kissed the palm of his hand then lightly patted your forehead with it, causing you to giggle. An accomplishment in his book. “Alright if you insist.” You turned back to where the succulents were planted and picked up a large rock. It was a grayish purple color with some yellow spots on it. Some may think it’s weird but collecting rocks was a fun! You get to appreciate bits of the earth that won’t cause damage if you have it in a jar. Ooh if you could find a large, flat, light colored rock you and Gailen could write your initials on it! It was basic but you didn’t care. 

“Excuse me.” You looked over at the man in a navy blue uniform with a badge and clunky black belt. Your whole body tensed  up yet all you could think about was your boyfriend. If this is making you nervous you can’t imagine how he feels. “Yes sir? Can I help you?” Telling yourself to act natural only made you more tense. A woman came from the house on the left, making large strides with her cheeks puffed up in a pout. “Alfred! Stop scaring our new neighbors!” She let out a huff. “They’re just kids! What are you trying to achieve?” The man you could know name Alfred smiled but his tired eyes told a different story. He glared at you and you glared back. “Lori I was just messing around.” She rolled her eyes and lightly slapped his shoulder. Loraine looked at the both of you and smiled. “I’m sorry, my husbands a wild one.” 

You nodded and returned her smile. “Oh I get it. My hubby can cause a lot of trouble if I turn my back on him for too long.” You raised your left hand up to show the simple gold band on your ring finger. You two weren’t married by law although it seemed nice! In a rush you two robbed a jewelry store, it wouldn’t be bad to pretend after all. A piece of paper can’t define the love you two have anyway!

“Awww! You two are just the cutest!” Loraine gushed. “I don’t believe I caught your names?” Loraine may have been a bit enthusiastic but at least she was nothing like her husband. Seriously. What is his problem!? “I’m Y/n and this is my husband Gailen.” It still felt weird using that name for him. You had known him as Mime Bomb for so long. He got up from the chair on the porch and put a hand on your shoulder, allowing you to feel less tense. “Where did you two move from? Why did you choose our small town?” You don’t mean any disrespect towards her but you wish she would leave you alone so you can your hubby could go inside, panic, then cuddle together. “Well we moved from LA. It was overwhelming and extremely overpriced. We needed a change of scenery and this seemed like a nice place to start a life.” 

Alfred nodded, intertwining his arm with his wife’s. “I see. We welcome you to the neighborhood.” He smiled. “We’ll get out of your hair. If you need anything let us know, we are neighbors.” You nodded and waved them goodbye as they disappeared into their house.

Alfred wasn’t a bad man. He didn’t just pick on everyone. He couldn’t explain it. He didn’t see you or your husband do anything back yet something felt amiss. He was a family man and it didn’t feel right for you two to be near his family. Should he just swallow his pride and admit he got overzealous? No there had to be something wrong. His intuition has never failed him before. 

[crybabykiko]

I’m one of those witches, babe

Pairing the tr boys with diff types of witchy s/os

feat. Mikey, Mitsuya, Chifuyu, Kazutora, Wakasa, Kokonoi, Baji

pt 1/??? (maybe)

a/n: enjoy my arbitrary writing about witchcraft because I just know these mfs would fuck with it

꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ Now playing: Witches by Alice Phoebe Lou ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳

Mikey ⇢ Solitary Witch

Solitary witches are loners, not operating in a coven or group. All of their practice is under their own direction, though they may consult with dieties and spirit guides. They may chose to follow a particular sect of witchcraft (paganism, hellenism, work with orishas etc.), or choose an eclectic approach-but the main factor is that the solitary witch works alone.

Heavy is the head that wears the crown, and much like a solitary witch, Mikey chooses to take on a lot of things on his own for those he truly loves. A solo witch would understand his plight, but also be able to send him some little magical boosts while he stays none the wiser. I also think that Mikey would literally wear every single charm and trinket his witch makes with pride, and try to insert himself into the craft a bit too- it’d be really cute to see him trying to make tea out of moonwater 🥺

Mitsuya ⇢ Cosmic Witch

An astrology bitch who has everyone’s birth chart recognized. Yeah that’s your cosmic witch. They’re masters of the stars, studying astrology and astronomy in tandem with their magic. They take an active, not passive role in the celestial events, and can tell you more things about signs other than the basic “Gemini’s are two-faced” narrative.

Just thinking about how I KNOW mitsuya is also an astrology bitch bc he was sick of everyone shit talking him as a Gemini (honestly wakui should have made him an Aquarius but I digress)- and using horary charts of certain zeitgeists as trend analysis tools would also be such a smart move for him as a designer he just really needs an Astro witch to match his drip.

Chifuyu ⇢ Green Witch

Green witches harness power from nature. Green witches respect nature above all else and derive a lot of their healing methodologies and ritual tools from the earth itself, using plants/herbs/flowers. They are focused on healing mama universe and are kind to all living creatures, especially animals.

It just fits the vibe. He’s kind, and peke j is the cutest familiar. Green witches imo are the KINDEST souls in existence, and he deserves nothing but the best. Plus I can just see the pet shop being connected to a coffee shop/florist type of deal and I love that meet cute.

Kazutora ⇢ Divination Witch

Psychics/Tarot Readers/Mediums- the practice of divination takes messages and premonition-like messages from the universe and realms of spirit. Divination in itself literally means “to be inspired by (a) god.” Diviners can use tools or their own intuition to channel messages for themselves or others, and have an uncanny ability to fortell events or outcomes.

Part of me feels like Kazu is intuitive within himself- doesn’t know he can channel messages until he meets someone that can enhance his abilities. But I really think he could also become an AMAZING cartomancer (tarot/oracle reader) if he really practiced and got into his own craft.

Wakasa ⇢ Love Witch

Glamour. Beauty. Aesthetics. I LOVE love witches! They use concepts like glamour, sensuality, and pleasure to add emphasis to their manifestations, and harness the power of unconditional love in all forms for their strength.

Look me in the eyes and tell me a man with eyelashes like that doesn’t practice glamour magic…. Or use those bedroom eyes (and subsequent orgasms caused by them) for manifesting… That’s all imma say.

Kokonoi ⇢ Gray Witch

gray witches straddle the lines of black and white, having a strong sense of justice and twisting their craft to suit the situation as necessary. Masters of karma, they use their energy to redirect ~bad~ energy to where it should have gone in the first place.

Perfect for Koko’s calculating (affectionate) nature. A gray witch would help him not only gain the upper hand in his self interested pursuits, but also encourage him to soften up a bit and do what’s right when called for… would also help dissolve some of that delusion oof

Baji ⇢ Chaos Witch

Giving into it all, chaos witches believe that the most important tool in their craft is their intent. It is self directed, and derives power purely from the practitioner- in other words, the magic doesn’t make you a witch, you make the magic that makes you a witch. There’s no limit to your abilities as long as you have yourself. Chaos Magic can also sometimes use gnosis which is an altered state of consciousness that is purposefully induced and controlled by the practitioner.

Come on, Keisuke is chaos incarnate. I honestly think that Chaos would be one of his chosen deities next to someone like Hades. He needs someone to believe in him, to trust him, and to move purely from a place of centered personal power- able to freely surrender to the unknown just like him.

[fictionsmooches]

semi-domestic things the Warriors do.

Reiner x Gn! Reader , Porco x Gn! reader , Zeke x Gn! Reader

Plot: here are some cute things the warriors would do if y’all lived together <3

Warnings: none

Reiner

defiantly builds all of his S/O's Ikea furniture. They didn't even ask, his just automatically starts building it from the time he carried the boxes into your place. He also didn't let his S/O carry ANYTHING.

If there's something his S/O didn't like doing, he'd do it no doubt. Example: If his S/O said they hated doing dishes, he would do them every time from then forward.

surprises his S/O with breakfast in bed :") and remembers they way they liked their tea, coffee, or juice.

He'd plant a garden outside his S/O's office / study of their favorite flowers so they have a nice view to look at.

draws a bath for his S/O because he wants them to relax.

big simp energy

i feel like he wouldn't be good at cooking and burns everything but loves his S/O's cooking, and brags about how he has the best lunch at his job because his S/O packed it.

Porco

says he isn't clingy but 1000% expects cuddles after a long day. would pull his S/O away from whatever they were doing to cuddle on the sofa or bed (whatever was closest). He doesn't mind whose the little spoon, but on days he's most stressed he would like nothing more then to lay on his S/O's chest while his hair is played with.

Porco LOVES movie night. Sometimes he and he S/O pick really bad movies on purpose to review them. He also shows his S/O movies and TV shows he finds nostalgic.

He makes a whole event of movie night and buys all sorts of snacks and take out.

Has no issue explaining the plot points his S/O missed / didn't understand and would make sure the movie is paused if they need to use the bathroom or had to step out the room for a moment. sometimes he jokes and acts annoyed but then says he doesn't want you to miss anything.

He's also super protective of his S/O in general. If his S/O says they think they heard something outside or in the house, he'll shoot up and grab the closest object as a weapon- and once fought a racoon for waking up and scaring his S/O.

I could go on all day about this man tbh

Zeke

I feel like he would be so romantic. Zeke surprises his S/O with flowers and treats at random just because he wants to see them smile. He remembers everything his S/O mentions they like, and would go to the ends of the earth for special gifts, no matter the cost, or how hard it is to find- if his S/O said they 'always wanted one' he'd get it somehow.

He puts on old music and dances with his S/O any chance he gets.

loves cooking dinner with his S/O and looks for new recipes to try out all the time, and takes the time to learn how to make all his S/O's comfort meals.

Zeke and his S/O have an inside joke where in the beginning of their relationship that he didn't know what pet name to use with his S/O so he tired out a bunch of them- so he calls his S/O random things and considers it a pet name ie: "little spaghetti" "cutest lamp in the universe" and "butter knife"

He's usually so calm and cool and collected but when he wakes up the first thing he does in his sleepy morning voice is tell his S/O how handsome or beautiful they are.

there isn't a moment that goes by where he doesn't want his S/O to feel loved and wanted.

loves watching his S/O get ready.