#hey thank you for brightening my day - really - I hope you have a great one and a great May!!!

[veterveter]

I, too, was drunk when I reblogged the Berlermo post, so kindred spirits ✌️ we deserved a better spinoff

Hahahahaha I love that!! Kindred spirits 🥺❤️ Drunk Berlermo posting dream team.

And ugh, yes, there was so much potential for interesting, thoughtful stories being told (not to mention, ones that could've been more in tune with the persistent melancholia of the main show), and instead we get-- that.

And since you mentioned this, I simply have to share with you a story from that night. A bit of rabid madness, if you will.

So imagine this, right: I'm at the club with a friend, talking to some guy I don't know. This must've been around 3, 4 AM (for timeline reasons that's four, five hours after my drunk posting on tumblr). We talk books or whatever, and he asks me what I'm reading.

"The Dangers of Smoking in Bed," I tell him, "Argentinian horror stories. I'm going through an Argentina hyperfixation."

"Why Argentina?" he asks me.

I flick my wrist to show him my watch, or more specifically, to show him the Berlermo picture I keep as the watch face.

"The guy on the left? He's Argentinian," I explain, not actually explaining a thing.

I'm not sure I've ever seen a man so earnestly confused. Guess the takeaway is that I wasn't only drunk Berlermo posting on tumblr, but also at the club. :D

Here's a starter pack (feat. my darling @buttercuq, who gave me the watch)

[inuyashaluver]

I love your Niamh fic how about one with Niamh where Niamh sees her Girlfriend after a few years and you are standing there with Flowers in the crowd??

flowers - niamh charles

niamh charles x reader

description: in which you’re far away from home - your girlfriend struggling without you here, what happens when she sees you again?

warnings: some tears, mentions of gagging?

a/n: hiya!! thanks for the love and the request, hope you enjoy ❤️

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you and your girlfriend, niamh met through the one and only, sam kerr. you play for australia, while niamh played for england. sam introduced you over 3 years ago when you played against england.

sure you’d played against each other before but you never had the chance to really look at each other, to interact with one another until your captain dragged you over to officially meet - just knowing that you and the defender would get along.

“great game out there, had me chasing you everywhere” niamh smirks, giving you a quick squeeze on the arm as you stood in front of her.

“well, great game to you too, you’re definitely a favourite defender to play against” you smirk back at her. the both of you engage in light conversation, the mutual intrigue fueling something special.

she asked you to coffee and you instantly agreed, both of you wanting to get to know each other more. you discovered that you’re literally perfect for one another, completely complimenting each other. and so, the years went by and you’re in a romantic relationship, the sweetest, most genuine love you’ve both ever felt.

while niamh was in england playing for chelsea, you stayed in australia, playing for sydney fc. you’d recently signed for chelsea without telling niamh. you’d always been one to find keeping a secret hard, so you employed your australian captain to help you out - she immediately agreed and kept niamh from being suspicious, well…she tried.

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“hey, sam, any reason why my girlfriend hasn’t called me in two days but you talk to her every two seconds?” a scowl was evident on niamh’s face, her voice was imbued with venom. (someone had (y/n) withdrawals)

sam visibly tensed. “niamhy, you’re crazy, she’s just busy” she waves her away but niamh won’t move, standing directly of sam with one of the angriest expressions that she’s ever seen.

“no, i’m not crazy, what’s crazy is that my girlfriend talks to you more than me” niamh crossed her arms in front of her, anger radiating off the girl.

“listen, niamh, call her, i bet she’ll answer, you’re overthinking!” sam pleaded, niamh huffs in frustration and walks to her cubby, plopping down with a grumble. you always called each other everyday, multiple times during game days. it was game day, where was your call?

suddenly her phone rings, your pretty face shown as the contact photo, ‘my love❤️ ’ was calling. sam watches her across the change room, niamh’s face brightens when her phone vibrates.

niamh immediately picks up, “hi, baby” she breathes out relieved.

“hello my lovely, niamh” you coo,

“so you do have a girlfriend?” niamh says cheekily, you can’t help but let out a little laugh.

“sorry, baby, things have just been crazy at the moment” you could imagine niamh’s face right now, she probably looked like a kicked puppy and you couldn’t help but feel guilty.

“i know, baby, i’m sorry” niamh sighs, clearly upset.

“listen, i’ve got to go, i promise to call you a little later, okay? i love you”

“i love you too” you hang up with a big mwah on the phone. niamh is absolutely dejected, a small tear escapes her eye as she clutches her phone in her hand, all she wanted was to hold you. so tight so you wouldn’t leave her. maybe that could happen sooner than she thought.

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the reality of the situation is that you are staying at sam’s house, all you belongings in there. you were currently getting ready to go to the game to watch your girlfriend and your new teammates. you were dressed in your girlfriend’s jersey, going to a nearby florist and getting niamh a bouquet of all her favourite flowers.

sam organised you a place in the friends and family section, you felt like your heart was in your mouth. you kept bouncing your leg uncontrollably, you had a hat on your head in attempts to conceal your identity, but you were absolutely terrified that niamh could spot you.

she looked so upset as she walked out, you just wanted to hold her while she cried. both of you were slightly struggling with the distance between the both of you. you knew she was heartbroken every time you hung up the phone but you were too. crying almost 4 out of 5 times when she said “i love you, baby, bye”

the game was going well, niamh played well despite her emotions, just wanting to get it over and done with. by the time it had finished, it was 2-1 and chelsea had won. niamh and your teammates do their laps of photos and signatures, a fake smile evident on your girlfriend’s face.

you take off your hat when sam approaches, asking her to get niamh over to where you were.

you watch niamh the entire time, your face was full of worry as she trudged around the pitch. you watch as niamh is turned around by sam, her finger pointing to where you were. niamh’s mouth hung open, she was frozen. there stood her favourite girl, a big bouquet of her favourite flowers in your hands, smiling at her shyly.

you send her a wave and see niamh begin to smile, she sprints towards you, face full of shock as she nears you.

she immediately envelopes you in a tight embrace, the flowers falling to the pitch. you wrap your arms tightly around her neck while hers hold your waist. both of you were crying, feeling each other shaking with emotion.

“my girl” you coo, cradling her head to your neck as she hides her face there. “aw niamhy, your flowers, baby” you whisper, she just shakes her head and pulls you impossibly closer.

“i’ll get them later, just let me hold you” she pleads, placing multiple pecks on the skin of your neck, you can’t help but let out a giggle at the ticklish sensation. “let me look at you” you whisper, she pulls away just slightly, her eyes flickering between yours, both of you taking in each other’s appearance.

“what are you doing here?” she smiles, moving her hand to cradle your face, running her thumb over the apple of your cheek.

“here to see my favourite player, of course” you wink, she smiles at you, grabbing your waist in between her hands and lifting you over the barrier so you could stand in front of her. pulling you into another tight hug before pulling away from you, holding both of your hands in hers, lightly swinging them from side to side.

“how long are you here for, my love?” niamh questions, a hint of sadness in her words. “however long you want me, charlesy” you wink, she looks at you confused, “what do you mean, baby?” she lets out a little nervous laugh.

“do you know why i haven’t called you in two days?” you say cheekily, niamh raises her eyebrows at you expectantly.

“i’ve been staying at sam’s, signing a contract for my new club” niamh’s eyes widen, gripping your hands tightly and pulling you slightly closer to her.

“what club?” she smiles, she’s just excited that you’ll at least be in the same country.

“chelsea, baby!” you exclaim, letting out a little yelp when niamh picks you up in a hug, your legs instantly wrapping around her waist as she held you tightly.

“if you’re joking, i’ll beat you up” she pulls her head away from your shoulder to look at you, you just shake your head lightly with a smile, tears beginning to form at seeing her tearful eyes.

“it’s real, niamhy baby” you coo, moving to kiss her cheek when she moves her head so you kiss her lips instead. she moves her mouth tenderly with yours, her hand cupping your jaw and running her thumb over it as she slips her tongue into your mouth. you can’t help but whine into her mouth, it has been so long since you’ve kissed like this, your noises spurring a slight grin to be evident in her kisses.

after a bit, you pull away from her in need of air, resting your forehead on hers. both of you breathing heavily and grinning.

“you’re here” she breathes out, you place a kiss on her forehead, gently scratching the back of her neck while looking into her eyes.

“i’m here” you reassure, pulling her into another hug and staying in the tight embrace until you hear dry wretching coming from the side of you.

niamh reluctantly puts you down, standing behind you and holding you to her chest. both of you are faced with sam kerr with a disgusted face.

“gross, maybe i shouldn't have helped you two get together” she grins amusingly, you can’t help but roll your eyes and lean into niamh when she giggles in your ear, pressing an affectionate kiss to your temple.

“yeah, yeah, kerr, whatever you say” niamh starts cheekily, “now, let me take my girl to the change room and then take her home” she moves her hands to squeeze your hips, flipping you around to face her before hoisting you up over your shoulder, bending down to pick up her bouquet.

you let out a bright laugh when niamh begins to run, placing you in her cubby, changing her shoes and chucking on one of your hoodies, your heart soared at the sight. she was really in front of you, all your emotions flooding in at once.

she stands in front of you, looking at you expectantly but she’s faced with your tearful expression and pout, cooing at you immediately and holding your face between her hands.

“why are you crying, baby?” she wipes your tears off your cheeks, “i missed you, niamhy” she pouts at you, “i missed you more” she kisses your lips gently, pulling you into another tight embrace before dragging you out to her car. she can’t keep her hands off you, terrified that you’ll disappear again but you definitely won’t let that happen.

your debut at chelsea had niamh extremely proud, so excited to be playing with you finally after all these years. you manage to get a goal in the final 5 minutes, niamh sweeps you up in a hug before you can even register that you got the goal. “that’s my girl!” she exclaims, the rest of the girls around you hugging the both of you in celebration.

everything was perfect, you and niamh couldn’t be happier.

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you know the drill - just pretend it’s you xx

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niamhcharles17: baby girl is here to stay, blue is your colour, my love

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yourname: here to stay with my favourite girl who looks best in blue

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yourname: i’m niamh charles’ biggest fan! getting her name tattooed as we speak

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↳ yourname: come and find out

[lillsisamarshmallow]

House Guests (14)

Summary: Y/n struggles to find a place to stay until a close friend offers to let her stay with her, and her two other hybrids. Y/n talks to her friend about how she’s been feeling and is left with more questions than answers. Having a place to stay is great, just one thing, there's only 1 bed...

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: Eviction, Let me know if I missed any!

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“Evicted?”

“I don’t know what we’re going to do.” I explained to Seoyeon as I walked around to serve the customers. “I mean, there’s absolutely no way I will find someplace in just 2 days.”

Seoyeon stayed silent as I asked the older couple in front of me for their order, nodding as they spoke, I scribbled it down and gave them a polite smile before walking away to get another order.

“I mean, you're planning to move out anyway, right? I wish I could help but I don’t have enough room for all of you.” Seoyeon said, trailing behind me. “If it were just you then we could have bunked, but I don’t fancy 8 other people in my bed.”

I turned to face her just in time to see her grimace at the thought. I cracked a smile and laughed at her antics as I scribbled down another order before opening up the kitchen doors and pinning up the orders for the others to see.

“Yes, but I thought we would have a week or so to find some place. Not 3 days!” I exclaimed frustratedly, before quickly apologising. “Thanks, I’m sure I’ll figure something out, hopefully.”

As I walked back out from the kitchen the next person to walk in the front door was Jisoo, she looked around for a bit before spotting us next to the counter, her face brightened up as she made her way over to us. I smiled at seeing a good friend of mine.

“Hey!”

Me and Seoyeon, both gave her a quick hug before we started catching up while standing out of the way of the others.

“What? You’re getting evicted?” She asked, the shock clear on her face as her eyes widened and she looked at me questioningly. I grumbled and sighed before confirming the news and muttering about how we only had 2 days to find somewhere to stay.

“That’s terrible Y/n.” She sympathised and placed a hand on my left shoulder, pausing as the room seemed to fall quiet for a second. “You all could come stay with me until you find somewhere, if you’d like?” 

My eyes widened as I looked her in the eyes with surprise on my face. My saviour.

“Really? Are you sure that's okay? There are 8 of us…” I said still holding on to hope but understanding that she may not have realised just what she had suggested.

“Yeah, it might be a bit squishy though, but I'm sure you’ll all be fine.” She said with a large smile on her face, her eyes creasing because of it.

“Aww thank you so much!” I reached forwards and pulled her into a hug, she had just saved me the stress of not being able to find some place in such a short time and I was so grateful that she would do something like this. “Oh, will the girls mind us staying over? I don't want to bother them.”

“I’m sure they won't mind.” She said, still giggling as I pulled away.

“So, it’s settled then? Y/n and the boys can stay with you until Y/n is able to find somewhere more permanent.” I turned to face Seoyeon before nodding in her direction. I finished talking to the girls and went back to behind the counter to make Jisoo’s drink. I was practically bouncing with excitement as I went through the rest of the day, waiting until I could get everyone together to tell the boys of the news.

The next morning after telling the boys last night about our temporary accommodation and packing most of our stuff into a bag or 2 each, we had packed the bags into the car and all squished in, the ride to work felt long as I could hear the boys grumbling and arguing in the back about space and how much the other was taking up. Thankfully after arriving at work the day seemed to fly by quickly and it didn't take long before we were all squished back up in the car again and on our way to Jisoo’s.

“Next time remind me to transform so we don't have to be so close.” I heard someone grumbling, this caused me and Namjoon, who was sitting in the passenger seat, to laugh, we were the only ones who didn't have to share space due to the bags that also filled the car. At some point someone had started a game of guess who, but they would describe somebody and everyone else had to guess it, safe to say that me and Jimin were both terrible at this game, though I blamed Jungkook for his terrible impression of Ariana Grande by pulling his bunny ears up to look like a ponytail, I don't think anyone got that one right. We had to stop the game as it had just turned into the others discussing and teasing me and Jimin’s height, comparing us to baby chicks was the drawing line.

As we drove along on the way to Jisoo’s house I looked out towards the countryside, beautiful rolling hills and crop fields surrounded by forests. Jisoo didn't live too far out of town, but far enough, she said it was because she enjoyed the ‘quiet life’. 

I wanted to hopefully find some place like this, out of town and quiet, just me and my boys.

I turned down her driveway and the house came into view, it wasn't an overly large house, but it had a large yard surrounding it. It was an older house that she had done up before moving in. I pulled up to the side, making sure to leave space for the driveway before getting out of the car, stretching lightly before heading to open up the back, the bags and hybrids almost tumbled me over in their haste to leave the confined space making me huff before giggling, everyone came and grabbed their own bag and Jin closed the door.

We all walked in a line towards the door, stepping on the cute stepping stones that were surrounded by smaller white stones, Jisoo had many flowers surrounding her front yard, surprisingly her house wasn't overly big compared to the area she lived in, she didn't have very close neighbours and her driveway was quite long and away from the main road that led us here. I could sense Jimin tense behind me as we got closer to the house, but I just figured he was nervous.

Stepping off the cute stones and onto the wooden porch I walked up to the big white front door and raised my hand up. I knocked on the door 3 times before putting my hand down. I turned to see the boys behind me and I gave them an encouraging smile as I knew they were a bit nervous, I saw Yoongi and Jimin standing next to each other and sharing looks, Yoongi’s ears were perked up and his tail was swaying back and forth rapidly and flicking out, they both seemed to be on edge about something, but before I could ask I heard someone fumbling around on the other side of the door followed by footsteps, two pairs of them.

I turned back to face to door just as it began opening but before I could even say hello to Jisoo two blurs passed in front of her before attaching themselves to me, I giggled at their antics as I looked down to see two pairs of cat ears, a dark grey pair with shorter fur and a white pair with long fluffy fur.

“Y/n!”

“Hey girls.” I said as I felt their tails wrap around my legs like they usually would when they hugged someone. I would have hugged them back, but my hands were full with my bag of my stuff.

“Come on you two, at least let them inside first.” Jisoo laughed as she opened the door further and stepped out, I looked up and smiled at her as she had to practically pry the two hybrids off of me before bribing them so they would go inside. “They haven't shut up about you since I told them you’d be coming to stay for a few days.” She said as she reached to grab a bag from me before turning and making her way into the house.

I followed behind her with the boys hot on my trail, we walked past two hallways before making it into her living area, across from that was a large window almost the length of the wall which looked out into her back yard, her house was beautiful. She continued to take us on a small tour of the house as we made our way up the stairs to the second level.

“Thanks for letting us stay for a while, I'll keep looking for somewhere more permanent while we’re here.” I said to her as we made it to the top level of her home and took a right, walking past another large window.

Jisoo hummed at what I had said as we kept walking, the boys seemed to be sticking oddly close to me and glancing around a lot. What's going on? Finally, Jisoo opened a door into a room, it was a decently sized room with a large single bed to the left wall. It had basic things in it, a small desk opposite the bed complete with a comfy looking office chair, at the end of the bed was a large chair and small coffee table. I smiled at how Jisoo had even gone to the effort of setting up the room, assuming this one was mine since there was only one bed I walked over and placed my bag onto the bed.

“Okay, well I’ll go get some extra blankets and pillows for the rest of you.” She smiled as she headed towards the door. “There's a wardrobe where you guys can put your bags over there.” She pointed to the small sliding door that I hadn't noticed before.

“Wait, what about the other rooms?” I asked her confused as to why she’d have to bring extra pillows and blankets into this room as there was more than enough for just me on the bed already.

“Huh? There are no other rooms. I’m going to get more pillows and blankets for you all to make it more comfortable here. Do you not need any? I thought-”

“What?” I barely managed to stumble out practically speechless. She expects us all to sleep in here. There is no way we will all fit on that bed. I thought before saying it.

“Well, they’re hybrids, right?” She said as if she didn't see a problem.

“Clearly.” I looked at her like she was crazy as I spoke and thrusted my hands out towards the group of hybrids with varying animal parts, long tails, and large ears on top of their heads.

“So, they can transform.” She said it as though it was clear as day which made me think about how it was a pretty simple solution and I felt a bit silly for not thinking of it, but I had only ever seen Hobi and Yoongi in their animal forms. I wonder what the others look like? Suddenly I was excited to see what they would all look like in their animal forms and was fully on board with the idea. “Problem solved.”

“Hmm? Oh, yes!” I snapped out of my thoughts, I looked over to the boys to see how they felt about that idea and they all seemed to be okay with it, so Jisoo went to get the other blankets she was talking about and we all began to move around the room. I opened up the wardrobe and moved to walk inside, placing my bag onto the bench on the left side.

Soon enough we had moved everything around and Jisoo had returned with the blankets which she set down on the chair near the door before we all headed down to the living room. Most of the boys were walking around looking around the house, almost like they were scouting. I made my way to sit on the couch with Jisoo, but not long after sitting down we were ambushed by her two cat hybrids who had come out from hiding. We both laughed at their playfulness as they sat with us basically sprawling all over us and the couch.

“And how've you been, Jennie?” I asked the hybrid with the white cat ears who had her head resting in my lap and looking up at me with a big smile on her face. She went on about how she had been doing and how much she had missed seeing me, back when me and Jisoo used to live closer to each other I would visit them often after work and would stay some nights but after Jisoo moved out here and I moved into my apartment we didn't see each other as often.

“When’d you get hybrids?” Lisa purred as she sat half on Jisoo and half on Jennie, her dark grey ears peaked in interest, I told them that it was a few weeks ago when they moved in with me and how I had met them at the cafe but I didn't say how or why they had moved in with me. Both girls seemed to go quiet as something caught their gaze, I tilted my head backwards to see what it was, only to be met with an upwards view of Jungkook who seemed to look serious before balancing done at me and smiling, his long bunny ears flopping down along with his hair, I smiled back at him before he decided to look up again before making his way around the couch and squeezing his way between me and the side of the couch.

I giggled as I moved over slightly to give him more room but we were still close to each other, this caused Jennie to sit up straighter, she moved so that she was sitting on her knees next to me, she slouched slightly and laid her head on my shoulder, I looked back up at Jisoo as we began talking again, bringing up how we were thinking of opening a new cafe location. We kept talking for what felt like ages as the hybrids just sat with us, Jennie and Jungkook were hanging off of me which wasn't particularly normal, but I decided to let it go.

I could feel something on my thigh and guessed it was just Jennie's tail, she and Lisa had a habit of doing that. I kept talking with Jisoo as it was getting into the late evening and the conversation had now turned to the guy she was talking to recently.

“He took you there! Seriously?” I gasped as I moved my hand to cover my mouth. I felt something move on my lap, I probably spooked Jennie from my loud noise.

“Yep.” She said a matter of factly. “We have plans to head up to the mountains after christmas too.” She confessed with a large smile on her face and got giddy at the thought. I laughed at her actions as she went red in the face, the movement on my lap not stopping, I could feel Jennie’s tail lifting up and flicking around.

“Aww, that's so cute.” I cooed at her, as she gushed about her love life, I was listening to her intently, absorbed with how great this guy she was seeing sounded. Jennie would not stop moving the whole time. What’s going on with her? I glanced away from Jisoo and down to my thighs where she couldn't seem to stop moving her tail.

As my eyes landed on my thigh there was nothing out of the ordinary. I looked at Jennie with a questioning look, to which she just smiled like nothing was going on, I turned to Jungkook, and he acted just as clueless. What's with these two?

I brought my eyes back over to Jisoo as she too seemed puzzled as she looked from Jennie to Jungkook and then to my lap, she seemed to realise something that I had clearly missed, but before I could ask, she called Jennie over to sit with her, patting the spot besides her. Jennie seemed to hesitate before cautiously making her way over to the other girl.

“I know.” Jisoo continued the conversation like it had never stopped. “Are you seeing anyone Y/n?”

I felt Jungkook go still behind me as she asked the question, I sighed before answering her. “Nope, I'm not seeing anyone right now. You make me feel so single.” I whined only being half serious. “Honestly, a few months back I was hoping to find someone, but I haven't really thought about it recently. I guess life just got a bit hectic, maybe someday.” I laughed at the end before trailing off, Jisoo seemed to understand where I was coming from. I remember back in school she was always so terrible with guys, it was nice to see that she had found someone that she really liked.

It was later in the evening now, I had just walked out of the room after showering and decided to go exploring the house and maybe spend some time with Jisoo without the hybrids listening in on our conversations. I made my way down another hallway, there was minimal decoration in the hallways, the occasional cabinet with a decorative item on top. I kept traversing the house until I made it to another room, peering in, I could immediately tell it was Jisoo’s, the way it was decorated, and the colours used just screamed Jisoo. I tapped slightly on the door frame before poking my head in and slipping in and closing the door behind me. 

Jisoo turned to face me from her position on the bed and smiled as she looked at me, she swung her legs around so that she was now facing the middle of her bed and she indicated for me to sit down with her, I made my way over and crawled onto the bed before crossing my legs over each other to face her.

“What’s up?” She asked nicely.

“Hmm, nothing much really. The boys are taking turns showering so I thought I'd come here for a bit.” I confessed that I truly had no real reason to be here. Jisoo smiled again before flopping back onto her bed, I giggled before doing the same, her bed was soft and full of different blankets, we laid next to each other on her bed, when I turned to look at her she did the same. “Thank you for letting us stay here, really.”

“Of course, Y/n. Anything for you, we’re friends, right?” She laughed as she looked at me. I hummed agreeing with her but what she said reminded me of Jiyoon, someone who I thought was my friend. I tried to shake the thought from my mind and Jisoo seemed to pick up on it as she immediately changed the subject.

“So…You're into them, aren't you?” She said abruptly, making me choke on my own saliva at what she was suggesting.

“What? No, of course not…”

“Mhmm.” She hummed.

“No, I’m serious!” I laughed out before grabbing a pillow and hitting her with it, which caused her to laugh out loud. “I mean, they're all really nice and-” Despite how her question had made me feel, the overall atmosphere of the room was nice, comfortable, relaxing, I felt at ease, Jisoo’s aura was like no other in the way that she was always relaxed and calm and it reflected on to everyone around her, but she could also control the room and shut everybody up if she wanted to.

“Attractive?”

I threw the pillow at her this time as she interrupted me, my mouth hung open at what she had said before I yelled her name in frustration.

“No, they're all really nice and kind, they're great, but I just…” I paused. “I don't want them to feel like they have to, you know? Because I helped them? And I don't want to get between whatever they have and ruin anything.” I bit my lip as I spoke about how I was feeling. It was true, I didn't know much about hybrids, but I knew that pack bonds were like no other, something shared between people, and I didn’t want to disrupt that. “Besides, I'm not a hybrid so it would probably be weird for them anyways.”

Jisoo didn't say anything as she just stared into my eyes before a smirk formed on her face causing me to become confused. “So, you do find them attractive?” She said,

“What? Well… I don't know…” I stuttered, not exactly knowing how to answer her question truthfully. “I guess?”

“So, that's a yes.” She stated like it was a fact rather than a question. I stayed quiet at her statement because I'd be lying if I said she was wrong, I did find them attractive, and they kept catching me checking them out, but was that weird? They have their own pack and-

Jisoo broke me from my thoughts, and she snapped her fingers in front of me before giving me a knowing smirk, she knew I was thinking about them. My face heated up as I realised she was right, I most definitely did find them attractive and she knew it, I tried to hide it with one of her many blankets that she had on her bed, I groaned out in embarrassment as I heard Jisoo start laughing.

“It’s not funny.” The mumble travelled through the blankets as I kept my face covered, I felt Jisoo place her hand on my shoulder, I sighed before slowly bringing my face out from the blanket and looking at her defeatedly, I was met with a bright smile as her eyes creased.

“It’s fine, Y/n.” She assured me as she propped herself onto her elbows. “Who knows, maybe they like you too.” She grinned at me.

I couldn't take it anymore, I swung myself up from the bed, almost falling off in the process, after gaining my balance I made for the door, whipping it open, desperate to get out of the room and Jisoo’s presence, as I walked out the door trying to cover my face from embarrassment I walked straight into someone.

“Sorry.” I mumbled to the brunette cat hybrid before I speed walked away and down the hall, I could hear Jisoo giggles taunting me. As I made my way back towards the room, I started thinking about what Jisoo said.

Do I like them? No, it's just because I spend so much time with them. Right? Do they…like me? My thoughts were interrupted as I opened the door into the room only to see 7 pairs of eyes look at me, the same eyes I was used to feeling bore into my skin, but not in the same bodies I was used to seeing. All my thoughts left my mind as I looked at all the animals in the room.

I couldn't contain the smile that pulled on my lips at the sight. Almost immediately a golden retriever dog made its way over to me, Jimin. I closed the door behind me and sunk down onto my knees in front of him. His long golden fur felt so soft as I reached out to pet him, he stood closer to me, placing his front paws on my thighs, I started petting him and scratching his ears as he looked at me with bright eyes, and a doggish smile.

I felt something hit my head and a weight on my hair, I reached up and cupped my hands around something small, bringing my hands in front of me and opening them I saw a small little sugar glider.

“Oh my goodness.”

I gasped at how cute the small animal was, his big brown eyes stared into mine as I gushed over him, cooing at his cuteness as he reached his little paws up to my face and held my nose for a second before my attention was stolen away as I saw a brown bunny hop his way over to me on my left. I felt Jin move out of my hands and make his way up to my shoulder as I reached out for the small bunny rabbit and scooped him into my arms, he put his little paws against my chest as he looked up at me.

“You guys are so cute.” I chuckled as I used one finger to pet Jungkook on his face, between his ears and over his little bunny cheeks.

My arms felt like jelly and my jaw slack as I was overwhelmed with just how cute the boys were in their animal forms, Jungkook was making a humming noise as I held him close to my chest with one hand, ruffling the fur near his neck, while my other hand was scratching Jimin gently on his head as he rested his head on my thighs. I looked up from the 2 boys in my lap to see a dark blob on the bed with 2 glowing eyes, I turn over to the desk to see that others, Hoseok’s vibrant orange fur stood out as he sat on the top of the desk as he looked down at me, looking below him, I spotted 2, much larger, animals.

Taehyung's silky jet-black fur made him almost unnoticeable in the dark shadow under the desk, I could see his tail flickering about and I could feel his eyes boring into me making a shiver run down my spine and my hair stand up. I had to drag my eyes away from his before they caught onto the last hybrid. Namjoon's wolf form was large, larger than any wolf I'd seen, his fur was long and a dark shade of grey with lighter greys mixed in on the ends. If I didn't know better, I’d say I could also see some scars where the fur wasn't as thick, his wolf eyes stared into mine, he stood where he was, almost like he was worried and waiting for me to make the first move.

I let go of the two smaller hybrids that were in my lap before sitting up slightly and crawling my way towards the larger hybrids. As I came face to face with the large wolf I sat back on my knees in front of him, so close I could feel his breaths fanning over me. I slowly reached up my right hand up to him, I watched as it sunk into his thick fur, he was so soft, I felt his body relax slightly as he gave me a weird wolfy grin before I pulled myself up towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck bringing him closer to me as I began to pet him and raised one hand up to scratch his ear.

He seemed to melt at that as he fully leaned into my touch causing me to giggle at him, he kept rubbing and nudging his wet nose into my neck and face, playing around. Taehyung made his way over to us from his position under the desk, forcefully pushing Namjoon’s head out of my hands and replacing it with his own, I moved my hands down to the side of his feline face, I gave him a cheeky smile to which he just snorted at me.

Taehyung's fur was smooth and soft, I rang my hands over his coat and down his back as I moved my legs to sit cross legged. I was filled with excitement and wonder, my previous thoughts forgotten, I'm sure the boys could tell as they all seemed just as happy as I was. Taehyung didn't get much attention because Namjoon was shoving him away with his wet nose and taking his place once again. I laughed out loud at how playful they were, hybrid or animal, they all acted the same.

Soon enough the others had also moved over and were fighting for attention. The night continued as we played around, the moonlight shining through the window and the warm glow from the lights accompanied by the carefree energy. It wasn't until later in the night when we finally got to bed, everyone laying out across the room, using the extra blankets and pillows to make things more comfortable, it was weird not having Hobi in the bed, I had gotten used to sleeping beside him, but with a cat on my chest, a dog at my feet and a rabbit that keeps almost suffocating me, I was glad that we didn't all share the single bed in the room. 

A/n: Another week another chapter! 1 day late, but that's fine. I really loved the idea of Y/n sharing a bed with the hybrids in animal form, it was just so cute in my head, I have a cat but he has no interest in sleeping in the bed 🥲 I realised while planning this chapter that the only hybrids you seen have are the boys, so I thought to give Jisoo some hybrids too! Also! If you ever have any questions about the series, even things like back stories for character or maybe some ideas that I've scrapped, feel free to send me an ask about it because I'd love to answer any questions. 😃 I hope you all have a lovely day or night and thankyou all for reading! 💜

[fillinforlater]

The Gamer and the Pornstar

Male Reader x Miyawaki Sakura, Song Hayoung

Length: 3725 words

Tags: one-night-stand turned porn turned friendship, gaming buddies, shy yet prepared, ANAL, missionary, GAPING, anal creampie, slow sex, love making, SLW, making out, extremely loud moaning, cumshots?

TW: barely edited, kind of rushed

Inspiration: @gangplanksorenji and @praeluxius because you know: GAPE KKURA and SLW gang

(A/N: This popped up in my mind and for some reason was easier to write than all my other drafts. An almost plotless mess mess mess mess mess, but I hope you enjoy it.)

“Hey, you wanna come over?”

It all started a couple of months ago, when an adorable young lady tapped on your shoulder. Her name was Hayoung and she immediately started to shower you with compliments. Your body's imminent reaction was to blush and increase your heart rate, but after a while you assumed there was a catch. Your intuition was right.

“Thank you for all the kind words,” you said. “But I bet you’re not doing this just to brighten my day at this boring-ass party.”

“You’re right,” Hayoung responds with a huge smile on her small face. “Let me be blunt—”

Oh, she was blunt. Hayoung, you see, is a self-made porn star, using a brand new site called Only Fans to promote her lewd, addictive videos (her words). However, she needs to spice things up, try different sizes and girths in her holes, so she is going around and finding attractive guys who’d like to help her (once again, her words).  

Hayoung, pretty and pure looking, it all changed with every new word dropping from her lips like the pin of a grenade before she exploded onto you, arms wrapped around your nape, her lips on yours. You turned into the Flash: in the blink of an eye you found yourself in her apartment, balls deep in her cunt, surrounded by two cameras. Hayoung loved to moan and scream over the top, the neighborhood surely knew of her new hobby right from the get go, and she had them all inside her (her words, her stupidly lewd words). 

Needless to say, you had a great time, and after wrapping up the shooting, you wanted to leave the apartment. The mind-blowing sex with Hayoung really had your mind blown, because instead of taking the exit, you entered another bedroom. Hayoung was sharing the apartment with someone else, a poor roommate who had to listen to the endless amounts of sex coming from the walls behind her.

To block off all the noise she was wearing a large headset and her entire focus was on this game, League of Legends. You were familiar with the game and started watching her. She must not have noticed you, even when you inched closer as the game got more intense. Her defense was on point, the towers did not fall until one of her chips-grease covered fingers slipped off and she eventually lost.

Both of you sighed—and then she started screaming as she finally noticed your presence. That’s how you met Sakura.

“I’ll be there in 10.”

#

You put your ear on the door. No screaming, no moaning. Either Hayoung is trying out choking or a ball gag or she is not shooting anything today. The last one is the least likely, yet you still give it a shot and knock a couple of times. Quick taps of tiny feet can be heard.

“Hello you guys��oh, it’s just you,” she sighs in disappointment, the horniness on her face vanishing in a moment's notice.

“Nice to see you, Hayoung,” you sarcastically respond and make your way past the small girl. “I see, you’re waiting for someone.”

“Yeah, but not for you. You’re only hanging around with Sakura-unnie all the damn time.”

“Hey! I thought you wanted to try new cocks all the time.”

Before you can reach the door to Sakura’s room, Hayoung grabs your wrist and stamps your foot. It does not hurt one bit, as her feet are naked (to be honest, she is almost fully naked, except for shorts that barely cover 80% of her ass and a bikini top to show of her small breasts) and you’re still wearing shoes.

“That does not mean you couldn’t be useful to me,” Hayoung whispers sultrily, her fingers fiddling with your zipper, pulling it down and up. 

“I think I’ll pass for now. Don’t wanna keep your Unnie waiting,” you respond and remove her hand without resisting the temptation to feel more of the silky smooth skin on her arm.

“If you’re not gonna undress for me, at least take off your shoes for her.”

“S-sure, sorry.”

Kick them off then kick in the door. The way Sakura jumps always amuses you. Her shocked expression with huge, round eyes and a wide open mouth is just gold.

"Stop doing that!" she shouts and quickly turns back to her game. Sakura looks tiny in the gaming chair, the black fabric swallowing both her pale skin and white outfit. Her raven hair is a tangled mess, weaving through every possible opening of her pink headphones. 

"How is it going?" you ask and lean onto the table, something she despises and you know that. Luckily, there are no more snacks next to her colorful keyboard. Living off of chips and chocolate could have really ruined her health, so you had to help her get rid of this habit.

What she won't get rid of is the large bottle of Pepsi. You tried to convince her of drinking water, but she wouldn’t budge a centimeter on that. Even Pepsi Maxx seems to be a no-go for her, so the dark, sugary liquid still sits on her table—until you close the lit and hide it behind your back.

“Put it back,” Sakura barks, eyes switching in between your face and the match in rapid intervals. She taps her feet in annoyance, you grin.

“Only if you answer me~” you tease her.

“It’s been going good, until you joined. We are four thousand gold ahead, everything is working, so please, don’t ruin this for me.”

You put your hands up in defeat and place the bottle back down. Then everything happens rather quickly: Sakura stands up and you immediately get on her chair, spread your legs far enough so the japanese girl can get in between them and she does so. Just a second, Sakura’s rhythm is not interrupted as the team fight starts. 

“Let’s get it,” you whisper, while Sakura still adjusts herself on your lap. The two of you, though there might be a lot of bickering on the outside, have become a coordinated team. After that fateful incident a couple of months ago, you came over more often to watch Sakura play. She was very talented, but her erratic behavior has led to her losing games she should have won, so you started to assist her.

Sakura sits on your lap. This has multiple reasons. One is that you can easily hand her something to drink while she still has both her hands occupied with the game. The second is that you can easily grab her and keep her down when she has one of her outbursts again. Sakura is used to jumping up from her chair and then lose control and focus on her character. To prevent that, you can hold her light frame down. The final reason is that after a while, Sakura finds your lap more comfortable than the chair. 

Why did you agree to taming this small lioness during her gaming sessions? For starters, Sakura is gorgeous. Her face, her body, everything is pretty and basically perfect, Who wouldn’t like to have her sit on their lap? Then comes her impeccable smell. Ever since you got rid of the greasy snacks, Sakura’s true odor of sweet sweat and even sweeter cherries has you in a dazed state.

This is your favorite job. You can’t help but smile stupidly while handing Sakura another drink or adjusting her posture, while watching an intense match of your favorite game. It’s literally perfect. If only someone could turn down the volume of Hayoungs porny moans coming from her room—who are you kidding, she sounds hot. 

“Okay, let’s go to the base. Thirty more seconds of buff, go go!”

Sakura is winning. You try everything in your power to keep it that way. Your hands find their way to her slim waist, holding it firmly so she doesn’t stand up. On some days, she wears a crop top, exposing her amazing midriff, which makes holding onto her like an ascend to heaven. Sadly, she only wears a pretty, yet modest dress so you have to live with feeling silk rather than silky skin.

“A couple more hits, come one!” 

Wrap your arms around Sakura as she almost flies off the chair in enthusiasm. Even as her teammates die at the hits of the enemy, she is able to close out the game with fantastic gameplay. Although you could let her go the second she closed out the game, you still hold her tight and she falls backwards onto your chest.

“Good job, Kkura,” you say with a smile as she struggles to get her headphones off. Her messy black hair falls over her face like drapes and the way she frees her vision is beyond beautiful. Sakura is a goddess, she plays, looks and smells like one. 

“You weren’t so bad either. Thank you,” she responds and stays. She does not stand up or shift away. She stays in your tight embrace. 

“S-so shall we—”

“Fuck, yes! Fill my pussy with your big cocks, ah!”

You can feel your cheeks burning. Sakura’s are doing the same. Hayoungs never ending screams of pleasure make the two of you tense up in awkwardness. You’d love to say something witty, but everything feels so wrong, especially with how your fantasy leaps into dangerous territory.

“Sh-she is unbelievable,” Sakura laughs awkwardly. “She said something about inviting t-t-ten guys a-and… yeah.”

“She is crazy.”

More silence from you and Sakura, while a whole choir of guys starts to groan in the background, only interrupted by Hayoungs demand for rougher, faster, deeper sex.

“Yes, fuck my ass! Stretch my hole with your—yes, right there! I’m cumming!”

Sakura melts in your grip. The word cumming has her dazed, you can see it in her expression when she looks up at you. Her round, puppy eyes have narrowed in desire and you feel her butt rub over your crotch, intentionally feeling more of your cock and making it erect.

“I-I always wondered,” she suddenly whispers, unable to hold eye contact with you. “How this w-would feel.”

“How what f-feels?” you ask her, unable to focus as she suddenly starts to face you and reveals a lot of cleavage. Wait, is she even wearing a—

“L-like… ha-having sex in th-the—

“In my b-butt…”

You have never seen Sakura so abashed, so uncertain about something. She looks fragile, a shy girl who is incapable of asking for what she really wants because it’s so lewd, so wrong. At the same time, she is already all over you, not even wearing a bra. Her hands are on your chest, you can easily pull her closer, yet your heart forces you to ask away.

“Why… why are you thinking that?”

“I-I just wondered because… when I lost my vi-virginity… Hayoung showed me how to ride th-this guy. My-my first was not that big, b-but Hayoung couldn’t stop. I-it was very… and then he put it in her… butt.”

Sakura hides her flushed face, but continues nonetheless.

“I have never s-seen a girl c-cum s-so hard.”

“So… you want to t-try it?” you carefully ask, hands still on her waist, eyes fixed on the opening of her dress. Her small, bare breasts with dark pink areolae look like a feast and her also small, not (yet) bare waist fits perfectly into your hands.

Sakura peeks through the gaps in between her fingers and takes deep breaths. “Yes, I want to try it. With you. I-I don’t want to wait any longer, please… say yes.”

You try not to smile stupidly and carefully nod. Sakura lowers both her hands, one weakly squeezes the growing bulge in your pants, while the other reaches for her drawer. In it you eye a surprising amount of condoms, douching devices and lube containers. Sakura reaches for one of them. 

“D-don’t worry,” she stutters. “I did s-some preparation.”

“Can I see?” you ask without thinking. Rationale is a steadily decreasing factor in your decision making, especially because Hayoung continues to moan with all the power her vocal cords have. She could have been a great singer—

“S-sure.” Sakura gets off of you and reaches underneath her dress. She pulls down slutty, soaked panties that only Hayoung would wear (if she wears any underwear at all). Hesitantly, she spins around and her fingers dig into the hem of her dress, her knuckles turning white.

“You don’t have to, you know?” you chuckle and take the container before any of the clear liquid will be spilled out through Sakura’s digits. Your attempt to relieve her of some pressure seems laughable with Hayoung’s crescendo reaching yet another overhyped climax.

“No!” Sakura rebuts, a pull sending her dress up and exposing her most private part, a smooth, shaven nether region and a firm, spreadable butt. Why spreadable? Because even a somewhat timid Sakura can’t help but pull apart her ass cheeks to show you what’s in between. “My-my fingers, the toys—they are not enough. I-I need you.”

Your cock threatens to break through your pants at the sight, the smell, the absurdity. Is this the b-plot to Hayoung’s porn? A slow burn scene only now reaching its final destination? Things developing at a snail's pace and now the tip of your fingers are almost in her flesh and your tip is almost in her lubed rear end? You can’t complain about this movie. 

“Now?” you ask, a final stern facade to hide your desire.

“Yes, please,” Sakura’s last, final, ultimate whimper, her lower lip tucked underneath her teeth in a bite to sever all doubts—

Wrap an arm around Sakura, her slutty little waist perfect in your hold before you let go and send her backwards on her bed. The disconnect between your bodies is not for long; one hand is already hiking up her dress further, the other is in her marvelous strands while your knees only start to make contact with the mattress.

Sakura sinks back, laying down into her pillows and your hands exploring everywhere but her stimulating spots, yet your touch and longing alone make her feel a bliss that numbs her feet, her legs, her arms. They all become idle as you spread apart her knees and get in between them, still fully clothed. 

When your lips suddenly initiate a feverish attack on her jaw, she can’t hold back. More of you, more of you—her dizzy eyes jump open and her fingers find ways to permanently reveal your body. Your bare chest is only a breath away from hers, her crotch almost on yours. You smile down at her.

“You want me this badly, Kkura~?” you tease and rub a circle on her thigh with your stupidly hard cockhead. Sakura’s soles swirl in the air, her entire body flooding with heat.

“Be careful, please.”

Her fingers sneak to her ass once more, this time showing off exactly where she wants it. The puckered entrance is not only clean, hell, even prepared would be an understatement to how inviting her hole is. Sure, the pussy above it looks fabulous, oh-so tempting to fill up and make endless love to, but the there is an unbridled thrill to the way Sakura’s asshole lightly clenches and relaxes and clenches and relaxes and—

Align yourself. Stop yourself. Sakura’s lips tremble more than the rest of her small frame. Place your elbows on each side of her head to gaze at her beauty, maybe find out what’s wrong by the glassiness of her eyes. 

“Kiss me already,” she husks.

“But I want to see your face while I do it,” you whisper.

Sakura mewls, all ten of her sweaty fingers on your lower back as she locks eyes with you. No further instructions, this is where all your knowledge ends and you can only act due to instinct. Push your hips forward, slowly, but with force to get your swollen tip into the tight hole. 

Sakura’s lips part wide open, her eyes are even wider. Her short, yet pointy nails find their way under your skin, creating a pool of pain in your lower back that you have to push through. The way she wraps snuggly around your cock negates all the pain elsewhere. Half way in, you grit your teeth and see Sakura doing the same. She is certainly in pain.

“Relax,” you whisper between profound breaths.

“K-kiss me!” she demands and you let your face finally sink to hers. In wanton need she offers her tongue and you take it for a ride, pushing it around in her mouth in a tornado-like kiss. The torrential pace tears out tension from Sakura’s body, first her limbs, then her face and finally, her insides relax. It’s a gradual process in which you become well acquainted with Sakura’s mouth, making it entirely yours.

“You feel so good,” you compliment her when your lips disconnect. “Did I ever tell you that—”

“Shh, not now,” Sakura interjects with a smile. “C-can you start… now?”

“Sure~”

For the first time since the initial penetration, you move your hips backwards, dragging your cock alongside Sakura’s lubed walls. It’s a lewd sound, a sound only the two of you can hear because Hayoung once again trumps it with her scream, though there is clearly a cock in her mouth. 

When only your tip remains inside her, you gently grab her tiny waist and begin to both push in and pull her towards you. Sakura melts into the mattress, her sweaty body becoming one with it, one with yours when you gradually fill her with more of your inches. You stop before the final one and the two of you groan straight into the other's face, eyes closed, deeply satisfied.

Or not?

“M-more,” Sakura whispers, one of her arms loosely around your nape, the other moving over her midriff to her pussy. “I want all of you.”

And you want all of her all over your dick. So you push in, further than any of her toys, girthy, pulsating; you’re close to losing your mind over her incredible body and marvelous insides. Sakura gets everything she asked for, your sack is already crazing her buttocks and in a drawn out moan, you know that she does not regret asking. 

“Kkura, I can’t—”

“D-don’t stop, fill me aga—”

She gives you a hint of permission and you take it. Like her body is just a light fleshlight, you take her slutty little waist and slam her slutty little asshole on your length to force screams from her slutty little mouth. You want Sakura to succumb to the same pleasure as you, yet she still finds a way to give you more leverage, an easier time to fuck her rear end. 

Hayoung’s porny sounds are nothing anymore to the sheer lewdness of you pistoning back and forth along lubed walls and Sakura rubbing her clit manically. You and Sakura suddenly start to lick all over the other person. It’s devouring the other without hurting them, consuming more of them without having to stop the grabbing and thrusting, both increasing their pace. 

There is a perfect rhythm, which is no rhythm at all. Switch from slow thrusts and biting her collarbone to stopping it all together and just feeling her flex and struggle around to suddenly go all out for dozens of hits that make her eyes disappear in the back of her head. Sakura is the same, her fingers rubbing her clit then two of them disappearing into her pussy for a quick double penetration, before suddenly invading your mouth. She tastes even better than she smells. Impossible.

“I’m—”

Sakura’s moan is cut short by you jerking her clit side to side. Her orgasm pulsates through her body, initiated from both her deeply penetrated asshole and her continuously flicked nub. To your surprise, she is rather quiet, unlike her roommate who never stops shouting out her pleasure. Sakura instead goes for your lips, loving biting your lower lip, evoking groans out of you. 

You realize there is nowhere to go, it’s either you cum now or you’ll be painfully blueballed, so you fold Sakura further, slam down harder and watch her narrow eyes release tears of pleasure. Everything goes quiet, except for skin slapping on skin and you groaning your final words right into her ear:

“F-fuck, I’ll fill you up, Kkura. I’m gon—”

Your vision blurs to white lick a bad transition during a powerpoint presentation. You feel Sakura’s butt squeezing out your sperm in multiple massive dumps that make her warm deep inside. But that’s not the only thing she squeezes tightly: her arms are wrapped around your upper body, forcing it onto her sweaty tits and you want to mold into her, to become one. 

Only after your final droplet of cum is inside Sakura’s ass, you slowly pull and while caressing her buttocks, you feel a lot of you running out of her. She giggles in embarrassment.

“Gu-guess you spread me pretty good.”

“Ye-yeah.”

You can’t help yourself but look at the mess you made out of her hole. It’s utterly gaped, endlessly oozing your load onto the bedsheets with her body only supported by your arms on her thighs. 

“That was great,” Sakura sighs, still out of breath. “We need to clean up though.”

Suddenly, someone goes apeshit on Sakura’s door, banging it like the drumset of a metal band.

“Hey! Hey! I know you’re inside there! I need your help, quick!” Hayoung shouts at the top of her lungs. It baffles you how she still can after all the ‘performing’ she’s been doing in the last couple of minutes.

“Uhm… bad timing,” you respond and quickly cover Sakura with a blanket. “U-unless the house is burning down, I won’t open this—”

“I need someone to cum on me, for a cumshot scene! I know you have one in you for me, please, quick!” Hayoung begs. In front of your inner eye you can see her, glazed in cum running down her entire lewd body, yet there is one part of her face not yet properly covered. Maybe one of the guy shot blanks—

You look at Sakura, her gaping hole, your thick creamy load on the bed sheets. 

Yeah, you won’t be of any help for her today.

[a-casual-kpopfan]

A Cup of Coffee. - Gaeul

A/N: I've been feeling pretty shitty the last couple weeks and I decided to write a little rough draft of a little something, something.

I hope you all enjoy this!

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*Ring*

“Welcome! Sit anywhere, I’ll be with you in a second!” A young woman, with gorgeous eyes. A smile that can brighten up anyone’s day. “Hey man, stop staring at the waitress, you’ll get us kicked out for harassment.” Your friend nudges you slightly to bring you back to reality. You shook your head to bring yourself back to reality.

“Sorry man, she’s just really pretty.” In an apologetic tone as you follow your friend over to a free table, there were menus on the table already. Without thinking both you and you friend pick up the menus immediately after seating yourselves down and looking through it. “You fellas see anything you like?” You put the menu down to see that same waitress that greeted the two of you when walking in.

“U-Uh… Hello.” Your mouth stayed opened; the waitress giggled. She put her little pencil behind her right ear then using that free hand to close your mouth for you. “Didn’t your mother tell you that it’s rude to stare?” You were quite flustered with the waitress’ bold approach while on the opposite side of the table, your friend is having trouble holding in his laughter.

“Gaeul, stop flirting with the customers!” Another waitress yells out from the back of the restaurant, coming out with a tray of various drinks for other customers. “Yah, I’m just having fun Yujin!”

“Sorry, hun, what would you like?” Gaeul, your waitress, leans down closer in front of you while pulling the pencil from behind her ear and bringing up a little notebook. “I’ll have caramel macchiato and maybe… What do you recommend with the drink?” Gaeul leans in closer next to your face, looking through the menu as well.

“This.”

Gaeul’s pencil is pointed to the words ‘Macaron variety set.’

“I’ll order this then.” Happy with your choice, you closed up the menu and handing over to Gaeul as she’s ready to take your friend’s order. “I’ll have an iced coffee and a slice of cheesecake.” A quick decision, Gaeul writes it up and takes the menu out of his hand. “Fantastic, I’ll be a few and will be back.” With a wink, Gaeul walks away happily, but you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

“Stop checking her out.” Your eyes stayed on the waitress, even hearing your friend, Gaeul spun her head around, now suddenly the world has slowed down. The world has slowed down for you, it’s almost comedic. Gaeul’s hair flows beautiful as she spins, her eyes sparkled like as if they’ve been polished every day and every night.

The world came back to normal speed, you made direct eye contact with the dear waitress. Caught red handed, staring at the employee of this café, the waitress that serves you and many others here. “Oh, shit.” You duck your head and look at your friend who’s sitting in front of you who’s laughing at your obvious blunder.

“Real slick there, tiger.” Your face started heating up, the embarrassment has definitely gotten to you. “Shut up, I just think she’s really pretty.”

You and your friend had just spent time talking about your lives, the two of you spent most of your time in college as roommates but after graduating, both of you made your separate ways to different companies, still keeping in touch with each other.

Although, there is one fact he does not know about you just yet.

“Sorry for the wait, here are your orders!” Gaeul pleasantly popping out of seemingly nowhere, holding a tray of everything that both you and your friend has ordered. “An iced coffee and a slice of cheesecake, I have added some strawberries to your cake.” Your friend was very pleased with the little gesture that Gaeul decided to do.

“Oh, thank you so much!” Shooting a smile back, Gaeul nods her head in response. “It’s not a problem, it’s my fault for making you two wait so long.” Such great attitude, a bright personality, and very beautiful. “And here you are honey, your macchiato and your macaron assortment.” And there laying in front of you is an amazing looking cup of coffee and ten beautifully coloured macarons.

The froth on top of the coffee is even shaped as a heart in the drink.

“Is there anything else I can get for you boys?” With nothing left in her tray, Gaeul holds it up against her stomach while looking at the two of you.

“Perhaps your phone number?” Your friend did not hesitate to ask, just like how he was years ago in college. Asking for phone numbers, going on dates, coming back to your dorm telling you stories of his experiences that same night. “I’m sorry, I do have a boyfriend.” Gaeul awkwardly smiles and bowing slightly to keep it respectful.

“Ah, I’m sorry I asked.” Your friend apologizes back, at least he was respectful of the waitress’ reply. “If that’s everything you need, I will leave you two be.” You just smiled without saying a word, but once Gaeul was out of earshot, you chuckle.

“Haven’t seen you get rejected in awhile.” Chuckling as you pick up what seems to be a chocolate flavoured macaron. “Yeah, well… I bet I’m better looking than whoever she’s dating, she’s missing out on something good.” Taking a bite of the sweet dessert, you tried to hide your smile as you chew. “Whatever, her loss.” Cutting a piece of the cake on his plate, following a very angry bite.

“Well, I’m sure she has good taste in men.” You try to reason out.

“I’m sure she does.” Gaeul, the waitress comes back to your table but instead of her brown apron but wearing YOUR white hoodie and a black backpack. Gaeul’s hand runs down your shoulder but is looking at your friend. “Hello, I’m Gaeul, his girlfriend.” Your friend, absolutely flabbergasted, jaw open and continues staring at the now, off the clock waitress, trying to process this shocking new detail about you.

~~~~~

After revealing to your friend that you’re actually dating the very attractive waitress, he was quite shocked, but the conversation did go relatively well. Now you’re on a little stroll through the park in the beautiful fall weather with you’re loving girlfriend wrapped around your arm, holding your hand.

“You couldn’t have told him before?” Gaeul asking why looking up to the trees, barren, leafless, just all wooden branches. “I thought it would be fun to introduce my girlfriend to my best friend in the place where I first met her.” Smiling as you walk down the pathway, reminiscing about the time you first saw at the time, waitress-in-training in that café.

“Yeah, I remember Yujin unnie would warn me about ‘some weirdo’ coming everyday just for a simple cup of coffee, sitting there for hours on end.” Gaeul giggling, remembering that first time you spoke to her without asking for a coffee. “It’s not my fault your unnie hired such a beautiful woman.” Gripping your hand tighter around hers.

“Yeah, this weirdo asking me out and the only thing he can muster up is asking me out to the coffee shop I work in.” Each step you take down the path you can hear the crunching on little red, yellow and orange leaves on the ground. “Hey, look who’s dating the weirdo now.” Gaeul just smiles, letting go of your arm, running ahead to a few trees in the park that still has leaves on it.

A strong gust of grows through the trees, blowing all the remaining leaves off the branches, gently falling towards Gaeul, who now spins around in the small shower of leaves. Gaeul’s long black jacket picks up slightly with the speed of the spin, her arms up in the air, enjoying the moment. It’s just like the way you saw Gaeul spin around in the café.

Gaeul’s hair out in the wind, her eyes sparkle every time you see them pass by.

Your girlfriend ends her little spin, swaying slightly while looking through the leaves to you.

“Jagiya! What are you smiling about?”

Your smile grows ever bigger. You begin walking closer to her, then jogging, then once the speed has built up, you ran at Gaeul, her arms are wide up for you to pick her up and twirl her around. “Yah! Jagiya! What’s gotten into you?” In sheer bliss, Gaeul’s voice is followed by laughter, pure happiness to be in your arms. You stopped spinning, putting her down back on her feet.

“You just make me happy.” You couldn’t hold it in, your cheeks would begin to feel sore from how much smiling you got going on.

To think you met the love of your life from just a cup of coffee.

[babyleostuff]

Hey, could I request a Vernon as your boyfriend?

Thank you!!!!

thank you so much for your request! hope you enjoy this one <3

VERNON AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 not only is he your boyfriend, but most importantly he is your best friend 

𓆩♡𓆪 everyone envies you how well you understand each other, sometimes even without words

𓆩♡𓆪 you know each other through and through, and even though sometimes neither of you notice it, you copy each other's habits

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s why your relationship brings a sense of comfort to the both of you and you know that you can always count on each other 

𓆩♡𓆪 you have SO many inside jokes it’s almost alarming 

𓆩♡𓆪 but that only shows how great of a match you are 

𓆩♡𓆪 since he can’t cook for dear life, is always so thankful when you make food (even if you fail, it’s the thought that counts)

𓆩♡𓆪 he will eat anything you make him and is especially happy when you make food related to your culture 

𓆩♡𓆪 you probably have to remind him to eat

𓆩♡𓆪 and if he’s at work you either have to call him or send a couple of texts 

𓆩♡𓆪 speaking of texts

𓆩♡𓆪 your vocabulary probably consists of memes and tiktoks 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s also why no one really gets the both of you

𓆩♡𓆪 there are days where you only send memes back and forth and no real text messages 

𓆩♡𓆪 and the only reactions from him are: YO BRO, THAT’S CRAZY!

𓆩♡𓆪 but you love it anyways, because they always brighten up your mood 

𓆩♡𓆪 he needs to be babied from time to time 

𓆩♡𓆪 secretly loves when you take care of him, mainly after long day of tiring schedules 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s when he lets his guard down completely and clears his mind of all worries

𓆩♡𓆪 because he knows that you are there for him and that you are going to take care of him

𓆩♡𓆪 trusts you more than life and always takes your side 

𓆩♡𓆪 even though I can’t see him fighting anyone, he will always stand up for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he is more an action than words person 

𓆩♡𓆪 if he sees you sick or feeling unwell, he always try to do his best to take care of you and make you feel better 

𓆩♡𓆪 even if he’s not completely sure what he is doing, he is always trying his best for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if he sees you upset or sad, he has your favourite movie ready and a blanket to cuddle under 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s his way of showing his love for you 

𓆩♡𓆪 also secretly loves him when you visit him at his studio

𓆩♡𓆪 especially when you come unannounced 

𓆩♡𓆪 because “oh my, she really decided to come and visit ME?”

𓆩♡𓆪 when you come in at inhuman hours of the night, he always has a pillow and a blanket ready in case you suddenly get tired

𓆩♡𓆪 because he won’t let you walk back home at night alone

𓆩♡𓆪 loves sharing music with you 

𓆩♡𓆪 he has probably made a multiple playlists for you, or for the both of you for that matter 

𓆩♡𓆪 it’s ether based on a specific mood, an aesthetic or a memorie 

𓆩♡𓆪 and if you are apart and miss each other, you choose a playlist to listen to together and have a little Spotify listening party 

𓆩♡𓆪 that’s definitely one of his love languages 

𓆩♡𓆪 supports you in everything you do, no matter how silly you think it is 

𓆩♡𓆪 because he is your nr. 1 fan, that is going to stand by you no matter what

[nightwriter357]

can you write something where Damien is comforting reader because they just graduated from a school(like masters degree or something) and none of readers friends could make it to the party? I'm so fucking miserable because that's whats happening in real life right now. i legit have four friends and I'm positive the two who said maybe will not make it

anyways, she/her pronouns for reader and if it becomes smutty I'd be fine with it

Hey there!

First of all, I want to give a huge congratulations on graduating with your degree! That's an incredible achievement and you should be immensely proud of yourself. 🎓✨ I know it really sucks when your friends can't make it to celebrate significant milestones. I've been through similar situations, and it's definitely tough. But remember, this is a moment to celebrate YOU and all your hard work.

I hope you enjoy the story and that it helps brighten your day a bit. I tried to get to this as soon as I could, hope it didn't take too long. 🫣🫣

Sending you lots of love and congratulations again! 💖

Summary: In this smutty(18+) one-shot, Damien comforts you after disappointing news about your graduation party, showering you with love and affection. His support turns passionate, leading to an intimate encounter where he makes you feel cherished and desired.

You were curled up on the couch, staring blankly at the TV. The joy of your recent graduation was completely overshadowed by the news that none of your friends could make it to your party. You felt a mix of sadness and embarrassment, convinced that nobody wanted to be around you.

You're too special to be sad for too long.

Damien came through the door, juggling bags of groceries. His cheerful expression immediately changed when he saw you. "Hey, babe. What's wrong?"

You wiped away a stray tear, trying to smile. "Nothing, just...my friends can't make it to the party. I guess it's not a big deal."

He set the bags down hurriedly and rushed over to you, gently lifting you up and onto his lap. His arms wrapped around you tightly, pulling you close against his chest. "Of course it's a big deal. You worked so hard for this, and you deserve to be celebrated."

You buried your face in his chest, feeling the tears start to flow. "I just feel like nobody wants to be around me. "

Damien tightened his embrace, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Hey, don't talk about yourself like that. You're amazing, y/n. You're smart, beautiful, and you've accomplished something incredible. I'm so proud of you."

His words and touch made you feel a bit better, but the sadness still lingered. "But it's still so embarrassing, Damien. It feels like...like I'm not important to them."

He leaned back slightly, cupping your face in his hands and making you look into his eyes. "Of course you're important. You're the most important person in my life and anyone who doesn't see how incredible you are is missing out. You should be feeling great in this moment, you deserve all the love and admiration in the world."

You felt a small smile tug at your lips, his sincerity warming your heart. "Thank you, Damien. I just...I feel so alone right now."

"You're never alone," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'm here, and I'll always be here for you. You're my everything."

He continued to hold you close, his hands gently stroking your back and hair. "You've achieved something amazing. You've worked so hard and come so far and you did it all with such grace and determination. I'm in awe of you, baby."

You let out a small sob, touched by his words. "But it feels like it doesn't matter if nobody cares."

"Don't say that," he said firmly, his hands moving to caress your cheeks. "It matters, you matter, and I care. More than anything. I love you, I love everything about you. Your kindness, your strength, your intelligence."

His words were like a balm to your wounded heart, soothing the pain and bringing a warmth you desperately needed. "I love you too, Damien."

He smiled, his eyes shining with love and affection. "Good. Now, let's make this a celebration, just the two of us. You deserve to feel special."

You nodded, feeling a bit better. "Okay."

He kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. "I'm so proud of you."

You felt the sadness start to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his love and support. "Thank you, Damien. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," he promised, kissing you again. "I'm here, always."

His hands roamed your body, his touch both soothing and arousing. He made you feel cherished, loved, and desired. "You're so amazing" he whispered, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist. "You've worked so hard. You deserve to feel so good."

You gasped as his fingers found their way under your shirt, his touch igniting a fire within you. He gently caressed your skin, his fingers tracing the waistband of your panties, sending shivers down your spine. "See how good you're doing, baby?" he murmured, his voice a low, comforting rumble. "Such a good girl."

He took his time, his fingers playing with the edge of your panties, teasing you with light, feathery touches that made you whimper and squirm. "You're amazing, baby," he praised, his eyes filled with admiration. "I love seeing you like this."

His fingers finally slipped inside your panties, moving with deliberate slowness. He traced your folds, feeling how wet you already were. "Look at you, so beautiful and ready," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Does this feel good, baby?

"Yes," you breathed, your body arching into his touch. "So good."

"So fucking pretty like this," he murmured, his fingers exploring you, finding the spots that made you gasp and moan. "I want you to feel amazing, to forget everything else. Just focus on me, on how good I'm making you feel."

His thumb circled your clit slowly, his other fingers teasing and exploring without ever entering you. He savored every moan, every shiver that ran through your body. Damien wanted you to long for him, to forget your sadness and only think about the pleasure he was giving you.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I love how your body responds to me. You're so perfect, baby."

"Damien," you whimpered, feeling the tension and sadness melt away under his touch. "You're not supposed to be able to make me feel like this right now."

He chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll always make you feel good, no matter what. You're too special to be sad for too long."

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I want you to feel incredible,” he murmured, his fingers continuing their gentle exploration.

He coated his thumb in your juices and brought it to your clit, rubbing it lightly while his other fingers traced the contours of your entrance, teasing you just enough to drive you wild with anticipation.

“Please, Damien,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. “I need you.”

“I know, baby. I’m here,” he soothed, finally pushing a finger inside you. The sensation was intense, and you cried out, your body responding instantly to his touch. He moved slowly at first, allowing you to adjust to the feeling, then began to pump his finger in and out of you, his movements steady and deliberate.

"You feel incredible, y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with awe. "So tight and wet for me."

You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more of his touch. He added a second finger, stretching you and making you moan louder. His thumb continued its slow, torturous circles on your clit, building the pressure inside you.

“Do you feel good, baby?” he asked, his voice a soothing rumble. "I want you to feel amazing, to forget everything but this."

"Yes," you gasped, your body trembling. "I feel...so" you couldn't fully form the words.

"Look at you,” he said softly, his eyes full of adoration. "My pretty girl, being so good for me, taking my fingers so well."

He increased the pace, his fingers moving faster and harder inside you. He could feel your body tensing, your muscles clenching around his fingers. "You��re doing great, baby. Just a little more. You can do this," he whispered, his voice filled with love and encouragement.

The tension inside you built to an almost unbearable point, your body trembling with need. "Damien, please...I'm so close," you moaned, your hands clutching at his shoulders.

"I know, baby. I’m here. Let go for me. I’ve got you," he murmured, his fingers pumping into you with an intensity that made your whole body shake.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an overwhelming force. You screamed out his name, your body convulsing as the pleasure washed over you.

Damien held you tight, his fingers moving relentlessly, guiding you through the waves of your orgasm. "That's it, baby, look at me. Just like that, god, you have no idea what you're doing to me," he whispered, his voice filled with fascination.

He didn't stop, his fingers pumping in and out of you hard and fast, prolonging your pleasure. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world who gets to touch you like this, feeling your sweet pussy clench around my fingers," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your body trembled with the intensity of your orgasm, your mind blank except for the sensation of his fingers inside you and his loving words. He continued to hold you, his touch both firm and gentle, his eyes filled with adoration. " Wow, still so pretty," he whispered, his voice soft and tender.

As your orgasm finally subsided, he slowed his movements, gently easing you down from the heights of pleasure. He held you close, his fingers still inside you, his other hand caressing your cheek. "You did so good, baby. I’m so proud of you," he murmured, Damien said still holding you tight.

You lay there in his arms, your body trembling and your mind reeling from the intensity of your orgasm. "Thank you, Damien. I love you," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too, baby. Always," Damien replied, kissing you softly.

You put your hand against his cheek, "You know, this is the best party I've ever been to."

He chuckled, putting your hand in his, "and I haven't even unpacked the snacks yet.

[ladykailitha]

Do You Know What Shovels Dig? Graves Part 6

And this is it. The last part of a short little idea that kept me up all night that turned into this beautiful story that is one of my favorite stories I’ve written.

WIP Wednesday allowed me to finish this up for you before I went to bed. I got a job that I will be starting on Monday which will slow my writing down some, but I will still try to keep up on the stories I have. I love writing these stories for you guys and wish I could make it my job. But alas, capitalism.

Also this is for all the people that wished to see what the Corroded Coffin boys would say and for all the people that wanted to have Erica actually apologize. I was like “if you guys can get her to apologize, great, because I couldn’t!” But then I realized that there was someone who could get her to apologize. Robin. So here you go.

Thanks to that anon for the barbecue idea. That’s here too.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

*

After Max, Lucas, and Erica had gone, Steve sat with Eddie, El, and the Byers boys.

“I think all in all,” Eddie began, “those were some pretty good apologies.”

The other three nodded.

Steve sighed. “It doesn’t change the fact that it took an actual honest to god intervention to get them realize they were wrong.”

“No it doesn’t,” El said. “Which is why I told them that they’ve been grounded from Steve for two weeks.”

“Uh...” Eddie said, “what now?”

“It means,” Will explained. “That if they want to hang out with him they have to do on his terms, not theirs. No begging for rides, no stopping by for food and then bailing, and just no taking advantage of Steve.”

Steve blushed. “Thanks, guys. I mean it. It was nice knowing that there were people that weren’t going to threaten me and took this whole seriously.” He gave Jonathan’s knee a squeeze. “I’m not sure what would have happened if you hadn’t stopped by. But I’m really glad you did.”

Jonathan squeezed his shoulder in response. “Me, too. I hope they learned their lesson.”

“That is the hope,” Will said.

Steve scratched his cheek. “Why don’t we have barbecue at your guys’s place after the two weeks and see how they fair?”

Will brightened. “I like that idea. That way if they are still having problems we can talk to them about it.”

“Do you think your mom will go for it?” Eddie asked.

Jonathan grinned. “Hell yeah, she would. She’s been wanting to show off her new house to everyone for awhile now.”

El grinned too. “We have a plan, then!”

*

Steve was pleased to see that the Party actually started to make actual changes in how they treated him.

Lucas invited him out to play basketball at the rec center and biked himself there. Steve offered him a ride home after, which he happily took as they were both sweating afterwards.

Dustin made sure that Steve knew he was joking when he was making comments. And Steve made sure to snark right back unless it really bothered him and then they would talk about it.

Robin and he had a longer talk about the gay vs bisexual thing. She admitted that she had been wrong to assume that because Steve was bisexual that it would be Eddie getting his heartbroken and not Steve. She had some ingrained biases that she had to get over and was really sorry she didn’t have his back when he needed her to.

There were a lot of little changes but the final major change came a couple days after the intervention when Jeff, Gareth, and Brian all walked into Family Video together to properly apologize to Steve.

“Hey, Buckley,” Jeff said, “can you give us some space?”

Robin straightened her spine and wiggled her shoulders. “Steve has had apology monitors to ensure that it’s an actual apology, and as Eddie or Will or Jonathan aren’t here, it’s going to have to be me.”

Steve laughed and shook his head. “Apparently there are certain people who think I’m too nice,” he explained to the other boys, “and let people get away things that I shouldn’t so they took it upon themselves to be my guard dogs to make sure it’s an actual apology.”

“Have they met you?” Gareth asked, incredulous. “You’re the original bitch.”

Steve laughed again. “Who let Tommy and Carol walk all over me. I tend to roll over for friends.”

They blinked and then nodded.

“Yeah, okay,” Brian said. “That tracks.”

Steve just smiled. “So how can I help you fine gentleman today? May I interest you our latest releases?”

That got a couple chuckles out of them.

“No, man,” Jeff said, “we’re here to talk about the whole shovel talk shit.”

Steve leaned against the counter and folded his arms. “You do know I don’t fault you guys for that, right? You guys are Eddie’s best friends. I didn’t really fault Wayne, either. But the execution of that one...” he winced when Robin gasped. “Poor choice of words, sorry.”

“What he do?” Jeff asked.

“Borrowed Chief Hopper’s shotgun and cleaned while we talked,” Steve said with a grimace.

“That ain’t right...” Brian said, shaking his head.

Gareth looked at Jeff and then back to Steve. “Yeah, but here’s the thing about our shovel talk...”

“It wasn’t necessary,” Jeff finished for him. “We’ve had time to get to know you before you and Eddie started dating. We knew that you two would do anything for each other even without being a couple.”

Brian nodded. “It’s just...something we thought best friends did. The whole ‘break his heart, we’ll break your knees’ kind of thing.”

Robin looked down at her feet and cleared her throat.

Jeff sighed dramatically. “Please tell me she wasn’t one of the ones that gave you the shovel talk. Because that’s messed up, man.”

Steve looked over at her and then back up to Jeff. “Yeah, she knows.”

“By the way,” Gareth said, waving his hands, “Eddie doesn’t know we’re here. So I don’t want thinking this is a forced apology or anything.”

Steve raised his eyebrows. “Really?”

Brian cleared his throat. “I mean he did threaten to kill off our characters if we were mean to you, but he didn’t tell us to apologize or anything.”

Steve laughed. “That sounds more like the Eddie we all know and love.”

“But we would have come anyway,” Jeff said. “Because our shovel talk added to a heaping pile of bullshit that you didn’t need. And definitely didn’t deserve.”

“So this is us saying we’re sorry that everyone you knew decided that you were going to break Eddie’s heart,” Gareth said. “And that we made you feel like you weren’t worthy of dating Eddie. Because you are, man. Like seriously the only guy Eddie’s brought around that we actually want to be friends with.”

“Hell yeah,” Brian said. “You’re so cool and you love to take care everyone. We’d want you to stick around because we like you, too.”

Steve’s eyes blurred and he cleared his throat. “Thanks, guys. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

They all came up and gave Steve a hug, blocking him from outside viewers so he could cry. Once they were sure he was going to be okay, they let him go.

They said their goodbyes and walked out, leaving behind a stunned Robin and grateful Steve.

*

Just before the barbecue started Robin brought over Erica to Steve by holding her ear.

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Erica was yelling as she was half dragged over to him.

Robin sat her down and said, “I learned that this little hobgoblin didn’t properly apologize for her shovel talk. And Eddie let her get away with it.”

“God, what’s your problem?” Erica huffed up at Robin. “They understood. Why can’t you?”

Robin grinned. “Green ooze, little girl. Green ooze.”

Erica’s jaw snapped shut. If Sherlock Holmes had his phrase for humbling him when he got too proud, this was Erica’s. She was going to drink it before it turned out to be acid. Like literal acid.

She turned to Steve. “Shovel talks aren’t right and no one should be giving anyone shovel talks because it’s a pointless exercise in latent hostility. So I’m sorry I contributed to an archaic practice used by bullies and abusers. I won’t do it ever again.”

Erica looked up at Robin, who gave her the thumbs up. Erica hopped up and ran off to play.

Steve blinked up at Robin in shock. “Like how the hell did you manage that?”

Robin just batted her eyelashes and said nothing, walking away with a whistle on her lips and a swagger in her step.

Eddie came up to him in shock. “Did I just witness an actual apology from Lady Applejack?”

Steve nodded mutely.

“I think I’m more afraid of Robin, now,” Eddie muttered and Steve could only agree.

*

Eddie was starting to see a trend. One that made him laugh the third time it happened.

The first, though? Claudia Henderson.

“Eddie!” she greeted warmly. “I haven’t seen you around much. How have you been?”

Eddie smiled at her. Even before the Upside Down, Claudia was one Eddie’s favorite people. She was bright and happy and loved her wacky son with all her heart. Something that Eddie could absolutely get behind. “I’ve just been busy. But name the date, and I’ll be there.”

She smiled back. “That’s sweet, dear. You know you have an open invitation. But why don’t you and your uncle come over for Sunday dinner. Steve has already said yes for himself.”

“Sounds great, Mrs Henderson,” Eddie agreed.

“How are you and Steve?” she asked gently. “Dusty was telling me that Steve hadn’t been doing well lately.”

“We’re good,” Eddie said bobbing his head. “Things got a little rough a couple weeks back, but we’re on firmer ground now.”

She patted his cheek. “You really need to be taking better care of that boy. He looks tough on the outside, but he needs someone who can take care of him, yeah?”

Eddie smiled. “Of course. Taking extra good care of our Stevie is my number one priority.”

She nodded and went to go make sure Dusty was eating enough.

The next one was Karen Wheeler of all people. Ted was suspiciously but expectedly absent. She came up to Eddie and introduced herself.

“You must be Eddie!” she said with smile that reminded him of that Dustin Hoffman film.

“Oh hello,” he replied a little confused.

“Nancy has told me all about you,” Karen said with that same smile. “She’s always going on about how Steve finally found the person he was meant to be with and what a great person you are.”

Eddie smiled back. “Nancy’s a great girl.”

She sighed a little, her smile turning into something a little more genuine. “I miss having Steve over. Jonathan is great boy for my Nance, but Steve sparkled where Jonathan only shines.”

“I won’t argue with you on that one,” Eddie said. “But then Jonathan isn’t my type.”

She swatted at him playfully. “All I’m trying to say if that Steve is a good boy and deserves only the best. So you’ll take good care of him, won’t you?” It was sweet and sincere, but a hint of steel. And suddenly Eddie knew where Nancy got her backbone of steel from.

“Always,” Eddie promised, hand over heart.

“See that you do,” Karen said and wandered off to compare brownie recipes with Joyce.

The third was a squirrelly looking balding guy with thick glasses and far too knowing stare. He had come with Chief Hopper and had spent most of the night watching Eddie. He had asked Nancy who he was and she said his name was Murray Bauman and he was a conspiracy theorist. Which really didn’t clear anything up for him, but this rag-tag group of rebels and fighters were all a little weird.

He wandered over to Eddie and looked him up and down. He said in a clear voice, “I have seen things you wouldn’t believe, I’ve done things that would make your hair curl on end,” he stopped for a moment, “make it curlier and I know where the bodies are hidden. If you hurt Steve, you’ll be the next one.”

“Murray!” Hopper yelled. “What the hell was that? Why would you say that?”

Murray blinked at Hopper and then tilted his head. “Because we love Steve?” He says long and slow like he’s talking to a stupid person.

Eddie burst out laughing.

“No, no,” he said between giggles. “It’s fine Hopper. It’s all fine!”

Murray looked him over again and then nodded. “Yes, you’ll do.” And then he wandered off back into the house as if he had done what he had come to do.

A few minutes later Steve came up and sat next to Eddie. “I’m sorry, I don’t even know what that was.”

Eddie giggled and bumped their shoulders together. “It’s fine, sweetheart. It’s actually kinda adorable.”

Steve frowned. “What is?”

“That it’s the moms plus Murray here,” Eddie said jerking his chin in the direction Murray had wandered off to, “that are the most protective of you. Both Mrs Wheeler and Henderson have told me under no certain terms am I allowed to hurt you and that I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Steve blinked and searched the crowd for Claudia first. She spotted him looking at her and she waved at him. Steve smiled and waved back. Then he searched for Karen. She didn’t look at him directly, but merely winked and went back to talking to Wayne about something he couldn’t quite hear.

“Oh.”

“But don’t you worry, darlin’,” Eddie purred. “I’m gonna take very good care of you.”

Steve kissed him, slow and deep. “And I will always take care of you, Eds.”

“Perfect.”

It really was.

*** 

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[punkeccentricenigma]

Hey, could I request headcanons about the boys' reactions to Reader giving them a Candy Ring?

Reader gives Rise!boys a Candy Ring

Relationship status: Platonic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Short, Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: My first request, yay! I hope you'll like it. Honestly, I don't recall them selling such candy rings in my country, at least when I was a little shit-kid. But in elementary school, I used to buy something similar, but it was more like pacifiers for children than rings. It was awesome and cheap.

Leonardo

◇It's probably clear that you deliberately chose the blue candy ring for him. He adores that color so much that you're not even sure if he can wear anything in a different color.

◇Knowing his playful nature, before giving him the candy, you knelt dramatically in front of him when you were playing a random game you found at the nearby dump.

◇"Hm? I knew you had a thing for me, but to propose right away? I feel honored." Typical smirk ™

◇He joyfully accepted the gift, and as you might expect, he started sucking on it. By the way, you didn't hold back on immature jokes, lmao.

◇But that's not all; the next day, Leonardo bought you three candy rings in your favorite colors.

◇He felt a bit awkward receiving gifts without giving something in return.

Raphael

◇Today, you were in a great mood, so without holding back, you went to visit your turtle friends to spend time with them and share the sweets you recently bought.

◇Since Raph was currently in the main area of the Lair, skateboarding around, you gave him the candy ring first.

◇"Uh, thanks?" He responded uncertainly, taking the red crystal from you. The ring was definitely too small for his mutated fingers.

◇A look of embarrassment crossed your face. Did you do something wrong? Or maybe the eldest of the brothers didn't feel like seeing you today? Apparently, your concern was more noticeable than you thought because Raph continued to speak.

◇"I really appreciate it, [Y.N]! But, you know, I'm not a kid anymore, you don't have to buy me stuff like this, hah."

◇Oh, that's what it was about! "I know, Raph, but I just wanted to show how much I care about you guys."

◇Those words triggered a warm feeling deep inside him and brought a smile to his face.

Donatello

◇"Oh, Donnie~! One of your favorite people is here!"

"Damn, please no."

◇Did you have to enter Donnie's lab in such a way? No. But did you want to be as annoying as possible for your own amusement? Absolutely!

◇"I have something for you!" And you placed a purple candy ring wrapped in foil on his desk.

◇The only response you got was a skeptical look and the words, "What do you want in return?"

◇Your brave smile faded, and your mind started overthinking. Maybe you should have just walked in normally instead of acting like Leo?

◇"Um, nothing. I don't want anything in return."

◇Oh boy, it was really an awkward situation.

◇ "I just wanted to show you how much you mean to me as a close friend." His stern gaze didn't help maintain eye contact. "Are you mad at me? I can bring something else if you want!"

◇He blinked a few times, leaning back slightly in his chair; it looked like his mind went through some sort of reset.

◇His eyes also softened but were somewhat embarrassed.

◇"No, I'm not, sorry." He began, focusing on the candy as he took it into his hand. "I've just had my mind swamped with new projects lately."

◇He felt a little embarrassed, so he unwrapped the candy ring without hesitation and started eating it.

◇His posture immediately sharpened, and his face brightened. Obviously, he enjoyed it.

Michelangelo

◇There's not much to say here, to be honest.

◇As perhaps not the only one, he reacted with joy to the free candy.

◇"I can't believe it, it's my favorite! How did you know?"

◇The orange color says it all, lmao.

◇He'll definitely convince you to buy many more of these goodies (of course, he'll chip in too, he doesn't like using his friends like that), and you'll have them on just to pretend to be "rich people."



[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Between the Ropes.. Jey x Rhea Ripley Fanfic

Chapter 3: Apathy

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of the suite at the Ritz-Carlton, casting a warm, golden glow over the luxurious room. Damian lay in one of the queen beds, staring at the ceiling as he tried to shake off the remnants of a restless night. His mind was still plagued by the events from the previous evening, and the silence of the suite did little to ease his turmoil.

In the adjoining bedroom, Rhea lay in the other queen bed, her phone vibrating on the nightstand. The sound pulled her from her sleep, and she reached for the phone with a groggy hand. She squinted at the screen, her eyes widening as she realized it was an important call.

“Hey, Rhea,” Damian called softly from the next room, having heard the vibrations through the wall. “Everything okay?”

Rhea held up a finger to signal a moment, then answered the call. “Hi, yes, this is Rhea,” she said, her voice transitioning from sleepiness to alertness. She listened intently for a moment, her expression changing to one of concern. “Oh, right… a photoshoot and a check-up with the WWE doctor. Got it. I’ll be ready.”

Damian, hearing the change in her tone, got up from his bed and moved into Rhea’s room. “Sounds like you’ve got a busy day ahead.”

Rhea hung up and sighed, rubbing her eyes. “Yeah, looks like it. I was hoping we could stick to the plan, but it looks like I’m tied up with this promotional stuff and a check-up for my ankle.”

Damian nodded sympathetically. “I understand. Your health comes first. We can reschedule the mall trip and the breakfast at The Waffle Window.”

Rhea smiled, grateful for his understanding. “Thanks, Damian. I hate to mess up our plans, but I really need to get this ankle checked out. It’s been bugging me more than I expected but atleast I can stop relying on the crutch.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine and you literally ditch the crutch as soon as we are off air” Damian reassured her.

"So much for kayfabe?" Rhea said while laughing.

“We can catch up later. I’ll take Jey out for breakfast and shopping. We’ll save the dinner for another night.”

Rhea gave him a grateful smile. “I appreciate it. I’ll try to be quick and meet up with you guys as soon as I can.”

With that, Rhea began getting ready for her appointments, and Damian headed out to Jey’s room. He knocked softly on the door, pushing it open when he heard Jey’s groggy voice inviting him in.

“Hey, Jey, good morning,” Damian said, trying to sound cheerful despite his inner turmoil.

Jey stretched and yawned, sitting up in bed. “Morning, Damian. What’s up?”

“Rhea’s got some unexpected commitments today,” Damian explained. “She’s off to a photoshoot and a check-up for her ankle. So, it looks like it’ll just be you and me for breakfast and the mall.”

Jey rubbed his eyes, nodding. “Alright, sounds good. What’s the plan?”

“Well,” Damian began, forcing a positive tone, “I thought we’d still hit The Waffle Window for breakfast. We can go shopping afterward—see if we can find some new clothes. Maybe catch a bite to eat later if Rhea’s free.”

Jey’s eyes brightened at the mention of breakfast. “Sounds like a plan. I’m starving. Let’s make the most of it.”

Damian smiled, feeling a bit better now that he had a plan. “Great. I’ll let Rhea know and then we’ll head out. Meet me in the lobby in about an hour?”

“Perfect,” Jey agreed, throwing off the covers and getting out of bed. “I’ll be ready.”

As Damian left Jey’s room, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered from the night before. He was grateful for the distraction of the day ahead but knew that he would have to confront the situation with Rhea and Jey eventually. For now, he focused on making the most of the unexpected change in plans.

Back in his own room, Damian tried to clear his mind as he got ready. The betrayal he had witnessed still weighed heavily on him, but he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the present. He knew he had to stay calm and keep things as normal as possible, especially for Jey’s sake.

As Damian finished up, he grabbed his phone and sent a quick message to Rhea:

“Heading out with Jey. Hope everything goes smoothly. See you soon.”

With that, he made his way to the lobby with Jey, preparing for a day of breakfast and shopping, all the while bracing himself for the difficult conversations that awaited him.

--

The morning at The Waffle Window buzzed with a lively energy as the café filled up with patrons eager to start their day. Damian and Jey had just finished signing autographs and taking photos with a group of enthusiastic fans outside, and now they were ready to enjoy a hearty breakfast. The warm, inviting atmosphere of the café was a welcome change from the chilly morning air.

The waitress, a friendly woman with a warm smile and a notepad in hand, approached their booth. “Good morning, gentlemen! What can I get you to drink while you look over the menu?”

Jey glanced up, his expression thoughtful. “I’ll have a glass of orange juice, please.”

Damian nodded, adding his order. “I’ll go with a black coffee, two creams.”

The waitress made a note, then smiled brightly. “Great choices. I’ll be right back with your drinks. Take your time with the menu, and just let me know when you’re ready to order.”

As she walked away, Damian and Jey settled into their seats, the aroma of coffee and waffles starting to fill the air. Jey scanned the menu eagerly, his eyes lighting up when he spotted something that caught his interest.

“Man, I’m going all in with the Fried Chicken & Waffles,” Jey said, his excitement evident. “Two buttermilk fried chicken breasts on Portland Style waffles, topped with house-made country herb gravy and organic maple syrup. Can’t resist that.”

Damian looked over the menu and nodded. “That sounds incredible. I’ll go with the Rise and Shine—Zenner’s chicken apple sausage link, an over-hard fried egg, Tillamook cheddar cheese, and house-made country herb gravy. Perfect way to start the day.”

The waitress returned with their drinks, placing Jey’s orange juice and Damian’s coffee on the table. She poured the coffee into Damian’s cup and added the two creams as requested. “Here you go. Are you ready to order?”

Jey placed his order first. “I’ll have the Fried Chicken & Waffles, please.”

Damian followed suit. “And I’ll have the Rise and Shine.”

The waitress nodded and made another note. “Got it. I’ll get these started for you. If you need anything else, just let me know.”

As she walked away, Damian’s mood grew more contemplative. He took a sip of his coffee, hoping it would help clear his mind, but the events of the previous night continued to weigh on him. He tried to focus on the conversation with Jey, though the tension was palpable.

“So, Jey,” Damian began, attempting to sound casual but unable to hide the undertone of his concern, “how’s everything going with you and Rhea?”

Jey looked up from his phone, his expression guarded. “We’re doing well. Just trying to enjoy the trip and make the most of our time here.”

Damian leaned in slightly, his tone growing more probing. “You know, I’ve noticed you and Rhea have been spending a lot of time together. With her busy schedule, it seems like you two have been pretty close.”

Jey’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he maintained a steady gaze. “Yeah, Rhea’s been swamped with work, but we’re just friends. Nothing more.”

Damian’s brow furrowed as he pressed on. “Sometimes people start talking, and I’ve heard some rumors about the two of you. I just want to make sure everything’s above board.”

Jey’s expression grew serious, and he met Damian’s gaze directly. “Damian, I want to be clear: Rhea and I are just friends. My wife means everything to me. I would never jeopardize my marriage. You have to trust me on this.”

Damian’s eyes searched Jey’s face for any hint of dishonesty but found only sincerity. “I understand, Jey. I just wanted to clear the air. It’s important to address these things upfront, especially with all the gossip that’s out there.”

Jey’s voice was firm but calm. “I appreciate your concern, but there’s nothing between Rhea and me. My commitment is to my wife, and that’s where my focus remains.”

Damian swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the previous night’s revelations pressing heavily on him. He took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unease. “Alright, Jey. I hear you. I just wanted to make sure everything was clear.”

Jey’s expression softened, and he offered a reassuring smile. “It’s all good. Let’s just enjoy our breakfast and focus on making the most of the day. No need for any more tension.”

Damian nodded, though the doubts from the night before lingered in his mind. He forced a smile and attempted to steer the conversation to lighter topics as their breakfast arrived. Despite his efforts to enjoy the meal, the conflict within him remained unresolved.

As they ate, Damian wrestled with the conflicting emotions swirling in his mind: the need to trust his friend versus the unsettling images that challenged that trust. For now, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the meal and hoping that clarity would come with the passage of time.

[aclowntiny]

Hello!! I'm a baby Atiny and it has been some some weeks that I've been in love with the boys. I really love and appreciate them. I wanted to know if you'd be able to write ATEEZ reacting to their crush being allergic to flowers. I always read reactions and of course, flowers are a beautiful gesture, but it's actually funny when you're allergic haha.

Welcome to the ship of fools 🏴‍☠️😆 gotta know friend, who's your bias if you have one? So glad to see more atiny joining!!! 🥰 also I love your idea, that's such a funny & unique one! Also enjoy this wonderful shoot including my favorite picture of Jongho ever

Ateez Finding Out Their Crush is Allergic to Flowers

Hongjoong

It was going to be the perfect moment: the dashing protagonist winning his love interest with a heart-fluttering gesture: a single red rose presented with just the right flourish.

Or so Hongjoong thought.

“For you,” he almost whispered, holding out the rose with a smile and a darting gaze between the ruby petals and you.

“O-oh,” you stutter, taking the flower and twisting it nervously in your hand, “thank you. Hongjoong, this is so- achoo!” You can’t even get a full sentence out before breaking into a sneeze, even the small amount of pollen tightening your sinuses. You were worried this would happen, but come on, look at the man standing before you! You had a huge crush on him, and maybe, just maybe, he felt the same.

Hongjoong’s hand fell gently upon your shoulder as your body was wracked with another sneeze, taking the rose back from your hand. “You’re allergic, aren’t you? From now on,” he chuckled, “no more real flowers, then.”

“What, you were going to get me more?” You asked, arching a brow at Hongjoong, who held the rose away from you twisting in his left hand.

“Only if you liked the first one,” he replied with a shy smile, gaze drifting from yours.

“I do, though!” You protested despite yourself. “Roses are my favorite. They’re so…so romantic,” you blushed.

“It was supposed to be,” he whispers, eyes and smile both widening as you take his empty hand in yours.

“I have some good news, then, you tell him, “You know what’s even more romantic?”

“What?”

“I have no problem with dried flowers, so you may hold it for a while, but I can press it and keep it forever.”

Seonghwa

Seonghwa had a surprise for you. This was the night he planned to confess to you, and for the occasion he’d bought the biggest bouquet of roses he could find. Ok, not the biggest, but a dozen very wide blooms that he hoped dearly would get his point across. As he went to pick you up, he hid the flowers gently in the back seat, laying in the dim light out of your view.

“Hi,” you greeted gently as you slid into his car, bringing an instant smile to Seonghwa’s face.

“Hi, how was your day?” He asked, gaze alternating between your lovely eyes and his rearview mirror as he backed out of your driveway. “I mean, I know you said work wasn’t great, so I wanted to cheer you up, but what happened?”

“Well, our management is just not great, and today we had five callouts, so…” Your words continued, but as you spoke, Seonghwa could see every time you passed a streetlight just how moist your eyes looked. How red.

He reached over, resting a hand on your shoulder. “Hey,” he said softly, “it’s over now and we’re going to have a good time tonight, ok? And I’m here to listen, so no need to cry.”

At that, your head snapped up in confusion. “Cry? No, today was stressful but I’m happy it’s over. I’m not crying, my allergies are just going crazy for some reason. It’s weird, I wasn’t outside for too long, but I guess the flowers must just be going.”

Uh, oh, did you say… “Flowers?”

“Yeah,” you nod, blinking, “they make my allergies flare up.”

A pang of guilt hit Seonghwa- he was only trying to brighten your day! “Uh,” he took his hand off your shoulder, gripping the wheel again and jerking his head toward the back seat, “I didn’t want to give you your surprise this early, but I think I went with the wrong surprise. Take a look in the back seat.”

He chuckled nervously as you turned around, starting as you burst into laughter. The noise was so sudden yet genuine he soon joined in.

“Oh my gosh, no wonder!” You breathed in between laughs. “I didn’t think I’d passed anything! You really got those to surprise me?”

“Unfortunately, I did,” Seonghwa chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, no, I needed the laugh,” you reassured him, “and they’re beautiful.”

Seonghwa looked at you intently. “Not as beautiful as you.”

Yunho

“Yunho, I have that cake I promised you!”

Your friendship with Yunho, you always joked, was based off of cooking. Ever since he found out you had some skills in the kitchen, you tried out new things to make him and brought it by when you hung out with your mutual friend, now friends, from his group. Not that you minded seeing Yunho more- he was super nice, maybe even the nicest in the group as you would quip, the man practically not letting you move a muscle and letting you get away with murder in the dorms. That was why you wanted to make him a cake, in fact. In your last message to him, you told him you would bring it.

“I thought you might say that,” he shot back, “which is why I got…this!”

Whirling around, reaching for something on the table, and whipping back to face you, Yunho produced a bouquet of flowers that he held out your way with a look of comical pride. The moment they (almost) hit you, your face contorted and you instinctively turned away as if struck.

“Whoa, did I scare you? I’m sorry, I just wanted to thank you with something pretty for always being so bright and kind.” The way his face fell had your heart shattering.

“No, no, please don’t think anything bad,” you waved your hands, “I react quickly like that when I see flowers because I’m allergic. I- I didn’t want to sneeze on the cake and ruin it!”

“O-oh,” he stuttered, running a hand through his hair and freezing for a second before darting forward to collect the exposed cake on its tray from you, “I see! Well here, let me get this! And don’t worry, I’ll hold onto the flowers and get you something even better!”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” you denied, playing with the hem of your shirt and rolling your shoulders at freedom from your burden, “I really am happy to bake for you.”

“And I,” Yunho countered, leaning a bit closer to you with a beam, “am happy to shower you with anything that shows my appreciation!”

Yeosang

“Oh, (y/n), there you are!”

Turning around, you see Yeosang crossing the café toward where you sat, hands behind his back. “Oh, yeah sorry, I kind of hid from you! I thought a corner table might be nice.”

He smiles at your words, momentarily distracting you from what he was hiding. “That’s perfect for me.”

“Good!” You clap your hands. “Wanna do our usual?” Your usual meaning getting two mini-desserts and splitting them.

“Of course I do,” he replies brightly, “you’re the only one who’ll do that with me!”

“That’s because they can’t get on your wavelength,” you mock-brag, crossing your arms.

“No,” he muses as he lowers himself into the chair across from you, maneuvering his hidden arms carefully, “and I really appreciate it. Maybe you know it, but just in case you don’t, here.”

With that, before you could even ask him what he was hiding, he whips out a beautiful bouquet of pink and white flowers, roses, freckled lilies, and dainty white violas standing out to your eyes. And your nose.

“Oh, these are so-achoo!- beautiful, Yeosang, I really love the- ACHOO!” How embarrassing, you thought, here is he giving you something so beautiful and your allergies are keepong you from appreciating it. You sneezed once more and Yeosang’s brows furrowed in concern.

“Oh, are you allergic to something in here? I had no idea, I just wanted to show you some-”

“Oh, don’t apologize. Achoo! You didn’t know,” you replied, voice starting to sound stuffy, “and I really appreciate the gesture. Can you just take them back for a second and-”

He pulled the bouquet out from near your face immediately, handing you his napkin, which you gratefully accepted. You wanted a hole to open below you and swallow you up, but your heart and breaths calmed a bit when you saw how fondly he was still looking at you.

“I hope this doesn’t mean I have to take back my confession, too.”

San

“Thank you so much for coming, (y/n). It really means a lot,” San told you as he rounded a corner towards a road ending in a wooden arch.

“Of course, San, anytime,” you answered, clutching the basket you’d offered to hold for him on the drive, “how could I not? It sounds like fun, I can’t believe no one wanted to go with you for a farm day!”

“Right?” He agreed, eyes shining. “On the pick your own day nonetheless! But that means I get to have even more fun with you!”

Your heart swelled at San’s words and the excited motion of his hands- he really was a sweetheart, you thought as you pulled through the wooden arch with the farm name on it. You could see it was European-inspired judging by the font of the arch lettering and stylings of the little cottage and barn. This would be an adorable day.

The moment you parked and got out, however, you felt that weighty feeling in your skull that usually symbolized your eyes swelling. As San brought you to the back of the farm by where a family was heading, baskets on all five of their arms, your heart fell.

It was a field of tulips, three of them to be precise. Rows of red, then yellow, then pink, all dotted by excited people with clippers and all but tinting the air yellow with pollen. A strangled sound left your lips as your eyes burned, and San couldn’t help but notice.

“(y/n), is everything all right?”

Your hands folded nervously behind your back as your chest hammered. It felt so bad to ruin this for San- could you even do it?

“I’ll be fine,” you brush it off, “my flower allergy is just acting up.”

San’s jaw drops. “What? You have a-” He shakes his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t ask. I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s completely all right, we can just-”

“Go to the peach picking instead,” he finishes for you, “you’re more important to me than some flowers I can get in a shop. I’d rather we make a good memory together than just get some flowers, ok?”

He’s greatly rewarded for this when you lean in and kiss his cheek. “You’re so sweet, San. That sounds great to me.”

Mingi

“Alright, are you ready?”

“Yes,” you giggle, eyes firmly closed as you sat in the passenger seat, “I can’t wait to open my eyes again!”

“But no peeking!”

“No peeking,” you repeat as you feel along the rough strap of your seat belt until your finger finds the release button.

“Good. Wait there and I’ll come get you,” Mingi says, and you hear the driver’s seat door open. Moments later, your door opens as well and a hand finds yours, wrapping around it and pulling you out of the car.

The moment you stand up, Mingi’s hand falls gently across your face, covering your eyes which flutter open into a warmer darkness. Your feet don’t falter as he urges you forward on clearly excited footing, bringing a smile to your face.

“Wait until you see it, (y/n), it’s so beautiful! Just a few more steps here,” he says as he guides you up a slight incline. The ground beneath you feels like…dirt?

Your eyes itch beneath their human mask, and they start to feel heavy. You blink several times and Mingi catches it, hands faltering a little as his steps slow. A few eye-watering steps later, he bids you open your eyes, the warmth lifting from across your face as your head tilts to take in Mingi’s huge smile.

“Well? Don’t you think it’s pretty?” He holds out an arm, proudly sweeping it over a stunning view of hills dotted with small purple flowers, one of which you stood at the foot of.

“Yes, it’s…it’s gorgeous,” you blink a few more times, tears stinging the corners of your eyes as one falls.

“Wait,” Mingi’s smile drops, “are you crying? You are crying! What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

“No,” you smile, wiping the unshed tears from your puffy eyes, “I love it, Mingi, really. I’m just allergic to flowers is all, so my body has a funny way of showing it.”

His eyes widen slightly. “Oh. Oh, (y/n), I’m so sorry, I didn’t know! We can take pictures from far away, here…” His hand falls on yours again, this time tugging you away from the hills like they had the plague.

Chuckling, you dug your heels in, sending him reeling to face you. “Hey, I’ll be fine for some pictures in them as long as you don’t mind a few sniffles in between. I don’t look puffy, do I?”

Mingi shook his head, squeezing your hand. “You look gorgeous.”

Wooyoung

Subtlety be darned. “Hey (y/n),” Wooyoung leaned on the counter, “what’s your favorite flower?”

Your gaze turned from the microwave, where a bag of popcorn was popping. “Well, I really love orchids, I think they’re so pretty, but I’m allergic to flowers,” you answered with an alternate smile and frown.

Internally, Wooyoung smacked his forehead. What other kind of romantic gift could he get you to express his undying love for you and get you to go out with him and fall for him too and- oops, you were staring at him as he froze.

“Why?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

“Oh,” he stuttered, “no reason. Uh, do you, er… like chocolate?”

“Are you trying to shop for me or something?” You asked with an amused smile, head leaning on your hand, elbow bent to hit your zone of the counter.

Well, he had said screw subtlety. “I was, but if you’re going to be so difficult,” he teased, sauntering over to you and wrapping his arms around your midsection and turning toward you, voice warm against your ear, “I’ll just give you a different token of my affection.”

Before you could express your surprise, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Hope that was alright.”

Blushing, you nodded.

“Good,” he grinned with satisfaction, arms still around you, “because I’ve figured out your gift, too. I’ll get you an orchid necklace. How’s that for flowers?”

Jongho

“Getting flowers is the best feeling,” Seonghwa had said, to the agreement of the few other guys involved in the conversation.

“I wouldn’t know,” you joked, “I’m allergic, so no one’s ever gotten me any before.”

Gears turned in Jongho’s head the moment you said that, even as surprise fell across his face. “You’ve never received flowers before?”

“No,” you shook your head, “most people just know I can’t get them, I guess. Too bad, huh? I bet it does feel nice.”

Well, if Jongho had anything to say about it, you would find out.

~

“I- I got something for you, (y/n),” Jongho tells you, one hand behind his back.

Your jaw drops, hand rising to your chest. “Me? What for?”

“Because I really wanted to get you flowers,” he replies, taking his right hand out from behind his back to reveal a bouquet of the most realistic silk flowers you’d ever seen, a gorgeously vibrant splash of purple, yellow, green…

Your hand falls in shock, then rises again to caress the soft, lovely, and above all hypoallergenic blooms, chest ballooning with warmth. “You did this for me? These are beautiful, just as pretty as the real thing,” you gushed, “thank you, Jongho!”

Before he could reply, you leapt up, throwing your arms around his neck in an embrace he returned with his flower-free hand around your back. As you pulled away, he looked at you, eyes smiling.

“I’m really glad you like them, (y/n). You know, I like these too. They’ll never die this way. It feels poetic somehow, doesn’t it?”

Heart skipping a beat, you nod, reaching for his hand.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 27

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of violence, rape, therapy, depression

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The following week, I quickly fall back into a steady rhythm exhausting myself so I can sleep at night without nightmares or at least get back to sleep after them. I work in the cafe in the morning, go to classes or study in the afternoons and do shows at night, and then on weekends it’s shows in both the afternoon and evenings with quick cram sessions in between and work when I can. The days blur together as I throw myself into the routine. But amidst the chaos, Jensen remains a constant presence. He calls or texts every day, his messages sweet and thoughtful, brightening even the hardest of days and giving me the support I need to keep pushing through the exhaustion and stress. I find myself looking forward to each message or call, my heart fluttering every time his name pops up on my phone screen. Even in the midst my busy schedule and the demands of daily life, Jensen manages to carve out a space in my thoughts and heart.

One particularly hectic day after an almost sleepless night, as I rush between a long boring class and the theater for the night’s show, my phone buzzes.

Hey, hope you're hanging in there. Just wanted to remind you to take a deep breath And know that I'm here cheering you on no matter what. You got this.

Tears prick at the corner of my eyes as I read his words, feeling an overwhelming wave of gratitude and affection wash over me in place of the stress and exhaustion. In that moment, it feels like Jensen's unwavering support is the anchor keeping me steady in the storm of my busy life. I can feel myself falling fast despite the distance and yearning to see him again.

I text back.

I’m getting thereStill having nightmares now that I’m back home aloneBut I’m so tired…

You thought about a therapist? You’ve been through a lot

Yeah…Can’t afford it right nowMoney or time wise

I can pay Make time Your mental health is important My friend and co-star here says it helps He’s been struggling too

I’m sorry to hear thatI hope he’s okBut I’ll manage

At least think about it Please I care about you

His name pops up across my screen as I try to think of a response. I sigh and answer.

“I get it, you care about me and my mental health. I’ll consider it.”

“Thank you. That’s all I wanted. Have a good show tonight.”

“Hey, wait! I’m stuck on the subway for at least another 15 minutes. Are you busy?”

“We had a dawn shoot, so finished early. I’m done for the night. How are you really?”

“Right now, while I’m out and distracted, I’m okay. At night, in that apartment alone, not so much.”

“You’re not staying with Stella?”

“She’s already got Anna. And my apartment is closer to work and college and the subway. I’ll go back there on the weekend. I just have to do the open Saturday then I have Sunday off,” I explain.

“You could call me…When you get nightmares and can’t sleep. I can just stay on the line, we don’t even need to talk. Just so you know you’re not alone.”

“You have work and responsibilities too…I can’t keep you up. You’re a movie star, you need your beauty sleep.”

“My character never sleeps more than a few hours at a time anyway, it’ll actually give my makeup artist less work.”

“Jens, Babe, I…Thanks. I’ll consider it,” I quickly finish my sentence hoping he doesn’t dwell or think too much about what I called him.

“You have to at least stick to your promise…”

“I will.”

The rest of my night progresses as expected, the show is great like every other night and the subway ride is uneventful. I use the time to work on an assessment. Then during the walk from the stop back to my apartment I call Jensen, making good on my promise that I won’t walk up to my room alone, at least until we know that the monster has been kicked out. We talk about the show and his day, just lighthearted, easy small talk until I round the corner and see my building. I stop mid sentence and hide on the other side of the building at the corner, hoping the familiar man didn’t spot me as quickly as I did him. 

Jensen is quick to ask what’s wrong. I can hear the concern in his voice. I can’t find the words to explain anything and I’m too scared to make a sound anyway in case he’s come closer. Silent tears slide down my cheeks. 

“Is it him?” I don’t answer. “Alright, Baby, it’s okay, you don’t have to talk. Just press any key if I’m right.” I press the keypad. “Okay. I’m gonna stay right here with you, okay. Did he see you? Press a key if yes.” I don’t know how to answer. I don’t know and I don’t want to check. I feel my legs giving out from the fear. “Alright, is there a shop or building that you can go into? Or can you get back to the subway? I’m texting Stella now, okay, Baby. Nick’s going to come find you. If you can, just share your location with me.”

I look around for anything that’s open this late. Most buildings are dark, this isn’t the part of New York that never sleeps. I’m too far from the city center. I force myself to start walking in the opposite direction, just trying to put some distance between us. My legs tremble with each step as the tears continue to fall. Then I duck into an alley and collapse on the ground in the shadows. I lean against a dumpster, I already feel dirty from the whole situation so l can’t find it in myself to care. I send Jensen a link to track my location.

“That’s good, I’m gonna send that to Stella. Nick will find you.”

I finally manage to whisper, “he shouldn’t be there. Anna and I filed restraining orders.”

“That’s good. That means you can call the cops and report him. They can take him away.”

“He’s probably mad, I shouldn’t have…he lives there too.”

“No, Darlin’, we’re not going there. This isn’t your fault. None of this is your fault. He doesn’t belong there, he belongs in a cell.” He sighs loudly. “I wanna book a flight back. You shouldn’t-“

“Nick’ll be here soon. I’m okay. Can you just…Just stay on-“

“Of course, Darlin’. I’m right here. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Thanks…”

“Anytime. But after this, I really want us to revisit that conversation from earlier.”

“Jens-“

“No, Y/N, we get you safely to your friend’s house and then we talk about you going to therapy. I think Anna should go as well, but she’s not my girlfr-shit-just please...”

“Alright. Alright. We’ll talk about it.”

“Thank you.”

We stay on the line silently, the only sound is each other’s breaths. After a few minutes Nick’s car pulls up in front of the alley. He looks around cautiously as he gets out and makes his way over to me. I slowly push myself up off the ground.

Once Nick’s close he says, “Come on. Let’s go,”

I follow him to the car, he opens the passenger door for me and closes the door behind me before going around to the driver’s side.

“Jens, Nick’s here. I’m safe now. Can I-Can I call you later?”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ll be here. Anytime.”

I hang up as Nick starts the engine. He briefly looks me over before pulling on to the street and turning around so we won’t go past my building. “I came past on the way here, it’s definitely him. Stell has already called the police on your behalf, but I still think you should stay with us tonight.” I nod, not sure what I could add, so he continues, “I’ve got a friend in private security, he’s gonna talk to your body corporate and try to make a deal to station someone there in response to all this. We just want you to be safe in your home, but also Anna’s been slowly opening up to Stell and we don’t want this monster to hurt anyone else. With both of your statements and this infraction you’d hope it would be enough to lock him up for good, but until we know for sure…”

I nod again. “Thanks, Nick. I’m sorry for disturbing your work…again and getting in the middle of your newly wed life.”

“I know I was harsh on you before, and I apologize for that. But regardless, this is entirely different. None of this is your fault. I spend most nights trying to stop drunk girls from leaving with guys who have similar red flags, I know the type too well, and I don’t want you anywhere near him.” He briefly glances over at me as we wait at a red light. “On the other hand though…Jensen…he seems like a good guy.”

“Yeah…or he’s an exceptional actor.”

“In my experience, guys don’t give up sleep for just anyone, unless it’s for sex. But also, he seemed so genuinely concerned for your safety. Stella made me watch an episode with her the other night, and yeah he’s a good actor. But all this with you…I don’t think that’s an act, but that’s just my two cents worth.”

“Thanks.”

As soon as he pulls up in front of their house Stella runs over to the car and pulls my door open. I fall into her arms and finally let out all the emotions I’d been holding in. She guides me over to the porch so Nick can go back to work. We sit there in each other’s arms until I finally stop crying. 

She pulls back slightly and wipes my cheeks. “You need to get out of this city for a while.”

“I can’t…and what message does that send Anna. She dealt with him for m-months. I only had a few minutes…“

“Yeah, but he’s not the first…you and I both know this isn’t just about Todd. It’s what Ty did too, isn't it?”

“He never-that-I…”

“I don’t wanna make things harder for you. But I think it’s time you talk to someone about it all.”

“You’re the second person that’s told me that tonight…”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah…and I think I should. I really like him, but I can’t be with him until I’ve dealt with all this.”

“Yeah, you won’t be able to fully trust or love him until you work through your past. And it’s not fair on him either. But don’t cut him out while you’re working on it. My advice?”

“Always.”

“Be as honest and open with him as you can and then tell him you’re going to get help. And that you would appreciate his support while you’re getting there. And that maybe after all this you can talk about the two of you.”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’ll look into therapists and try to find a way to fit it into my schedule. Then I’ll also talk to Jens.”

She nudges me, “Awww! Jens? You’re so cute. I really hope you two work out. When you’re ready.”

I blush and let out a teary giggle, feeling a little better, thanks to her support. “We’ll see…he’s a great guy and I know he likes me. He almost slipped tonight and almost called me his girlfriend. But you’re right, I’m not ready for that. But I want to be.”

“You will be.”

I nod and we both slowly push ourselves up off the porch. She hugs me again and then we both go inside.

I take a quick shower in her ensuite and she lets me borrow a hoodie and some sweats to sleep in since I didn’t get to bring anything with me. Before settling in for the night on the couch, I quickly text Jensen to let him know I’m safe at Stella’s house and am going to sleep and will call him when I can.

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Cheer up Call [Peppino Spaghetti]

➜ Peppino Spaghetti x Jessica Rabbit like! Reader

➜ Pure Fluff, Suggestive Content!

➜ Peppino was having one hell of day, so his buddy Gustavo calls the one person who could brighten his mood up.

➜ No really big warnings, besides suggestive content (no full out smut today folks), cursing, the noise being...the noise. Reader being sassy and not putting up with anyone disrespecting Peppino.

➜ A/n: This was inspired by This Post by @thatgirlgames and- I LOVE THIS CONCEPT! I might write a full fic based off soon, anyways. Enjoy the fic and hope you enjoy!

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Peppino wanted to rip what little hair he had left out of his head.

There was a lunch time rush of customers, and normally that wouldn't be a bad thing. But these people were Rude.

They were rushing Peppino, yelling at poor Gustavo and Pep, one of whom barely could understand what they were yelling at. And poor brick, who they sometimes used to bring the pizza's to the customers, was getting kicked around too.

Then once that shitshow ended.

They trailed in.

Who's they one may ask? Well, The Noise and Pepperman. Two of the most annoying people in the world.

You see, after the destruction of the Pizza Tower that threatened his business the villains that inhabited the castle has no where to go.

Peppino took in his clone, allowing him to work along side him at his pizzeria.

The Vigilante did end up finding work at a bar down town.

Pepperman was an artist, so he wasn't out of a job in the first place. Neither did The Noise, he was a mascot for Domionions (don't know if spelt that right-). But they found great pleasure in coming to bother Peppino.

And today they decided to do just that.

Right after the rush, no more than an hour later they decided to come in.

"Hey Fat Man!~"

The Noise thought it would be a bright idea to bring a bomb inside the Pizzeria, which led to the group freaking out and trying to disarm the comically large thing.

Only for the thing to explode confetti all of the place.

Peppino let out a scream of frustration as he had to clean all of this up, and pray that no other customers came in.

Gustavo, saw how irritated his poor friend and coworker was. He knew the man was on the verge of having a mental breakdown.

So knowing what he must do. He pulled out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

Peeping around the corner, seeing Peppino angrily clean as he curses in Italian at the two trouble makers, he sighs in relief when someone answers.

"Hello? May I-a speak to Mrs. Spaghetti?"

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"Aw, what's the matter Italian man? You getting tired of your dear old friends?"

"You-a two are not any friends of-a mine..'

"He's right! We're just here visiting an old pal."

Peppino tapped his hand on the counter. He was counting down until he had to close up shop so those two could LEAVE.

He slammed his head on the counter, another deep groan of annoyance about to leave his body until the familiar chime of the bell.

Peppino didn't really want to deal with another customer right now so he kept his head down.

He only heard the conversations.

"Oooo~ who's the babe?"

"My, My I need to capture her beauty"

Peppino finally sat up, his eyes widening at who was standing in the middle of the pizzeria.

There was a (h/c) woman dressed in a business casual like dress. Her heels were high and her makeup was stunning. She held an irritated look on her face as she looked down at The Noise.

"Hey toots! I asked ya what ya-AH!!"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before he was smacked by her purse.

"I am a married woman thank you very much!" She said before turning on her heel, her anger instantly melting away when she set her eyes on Peppino.

"Darling!!" She quickly ran over and snatched the male from behind the counter, taking him into a hug.

Peppino felt his face heat up as he felt her litter his face with kisses.

"I came as soon as Gustavo called me! He said you were having such a bad day and you needed me!"

Peppino looked back at his dear friend who only gave him a thumbs up.

"Vita Mia, you didn’t have to-a get off work."

She scoffs placing another kiss on his cheek. "Nonsense! My Peppy was feeling down and I came to cheer you up!"

While this happened, Pepperman and The Noise stared in confusion.

"Um hello?! Ya can't keep kissing his face infront of us like that!!"

Peppino rolled his eyes and was about to speak before he was interrupted by the woman.

"Excuse you?! This is my husband, and right now, you're in his restaurant!!" She quickly snapped. "Now question me again and I'll shove my damn foot so-"

"Ah ah! T-thats enough-a Vita Mia. Do not waste-a your breath on them."

Pepperman speaks up before Noise can "Husband?! Not to be rude....um Mrs. Spaghetti..but-"

"My name is (Y/n) and-"

" Fuck it! Ill say it! How does someone like him get with someone like you?!" The Noise finished making (Y/n) sigh.

"Because, Peppino is a wonderful man, who makes me laugh, smile and does his hardest to make sure I'm okay" she says placing another kiss on her husband's cheek.

"That and I just love the way he sounds in the bedroom, the way he manhandles me and-"

Peppino hurried placed a hand over his wife's mouth as his face burns red with embarrassment.

"Tesoro Mio t-thats enough-"

"Oops~, sorry Peppy! But come on!" The (h/c) woman pulls him by his hand towards the exit. Pushing past the two males who stared on in confusion.

"B-but wait! What-a abou-"

"Gustavo said he'll close for you! I have a surprise waiting for you at home~" She winks at him turning the male into a stuttering mess.

Peppino doesn't get to respond before being pulled out the Pizzeria, leaving Gustavo, Brick, Pepperman and The Noise.

"How in the hell did he meet her?!"

"She just-a came in one day, from the big city-a and fell in love with Peppino at first sight."

"Huh????"

"Yea. Small world right?"

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Hope you enjoyed! I love reading over works and being inspired by them!

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[princessconsuela120]

✰ CROSSOVER PT2 ✰

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summary: getting home was harder than the gang had expected.

Warnings: light cursing

Author's note: ive added @the-ozzie 's Millie to the funky bunch! I had so much fun writing this you have no idea. You and @choccy-milky both have made amazing characters who have brightened my dark times. Enjoy guys!

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“I can’t believe this is it but, click the heels of your shoes together while throwing the floo flame, and say ‘home’ as your destination.” Constance explained, scoffing at the wizard of oz esque way of leaving. They had been planning this escape for days and after much research, this seemed like the best way out. “Sebastian from my universe will then produce the vanishing charm and I will use ancient magic to try and wield the energy to bring you back. Are we ready?” Connie asked, looking around at the group who smiled at her in response. Who knows, maybe if this world she could visit one day.

“Ready as we'll ever be.” Seb chimed in, nodding at Constance who nodded back.

“And…now!”

“Evanesco!” Sebastian shouted, as Constance let out a gust of ancient magic beside her. The magic began swirling together, sending flashes across the room as a portal began to dorm.

“What’s happening?” Clora called, holding her hair back as the wind from the portal grew.

“We aren’t going anywhere!” Sebastian yelled back, looking around to see him and Clora were still standing, but the portal was forming larger.

“We’ve seemed to make some sort of portal..maybe if you step in well…”

“Woah.” A low voice interrupted, stepping through the portal with another Sebastian following behind her. Constance facepalmed with disappointment, frustrated at her failure to get Clora and Seb back home.

“What the butt?!” Constance yelled, making the girl who just entered shrug in response.

“Sorry, when you see a floating portal you always have to go through to the other side.” She had beautiful strawberry blonde hair, and wonderful freckles that sprinkled across most of her face. She had deep hazel eyes, and fair skin which all came together with her Slytherin tie. After seeing the blonde haired beauty, Clora, Constance was starting to believe a lot more in magic. Not that she didn't already, but the more realistic magic, like other dimensions. Clora’s deep blue eyes, like oceans and ponds that swam inside them, brought a sense of hope to Constance's heart.

“We were supposed to subtract Sebastian’s, not add more.” Constance sighed, shaking her head as Clora couldn't help but chuckle.

“Hey, what’s wrong with more of me?”Seb asked cheekily, smirking at Constance who raised an eyebrow at him.

“You really want me to answer that question?”

He gulped, shaking his head as he pressed his lips together awkwardly.

“I’ll keep quiet, yeah?” He asked, nodding at her as she nodded to him in response.

“Clora?” The girl asked softly, smiling happily as the blue eyed blonde smiled as well.

“Millie, hi!”

“You two know each other?” Constance asked, making Clora nod happily.

“Let’s just say this isn’t the first dimension we’ve stopped in.” Sebastian said with a laugh, making Seb and Connie share a look.

“Oh, great! So you’ll know how to get them out of here?”

“To hell if I know, I just kinda woke up from a nap one day and they were gone.” Millie explained, plopping down on the couch in the hufflepuff common room as she leant back in the couch, Sebastian soon joining her as Constance sighed.

“That’s, so helpful thank you.” She sighed, making Millie send her a thumbs up.

“You’re very welcome blondie.”

“It’s Constance.” Connie corrected, not thinking much mind to it as Millie nodded.

“I’m gonna stick to blondie.” Constance rolled her eyes, sitting on the couch across from them as seb sat beside her, grabbing her hand to calm her nerves.

(When they’re enemies to lovers😏)

“So where exactly are we?” Millie asked, squinting her eyes as she scanned the room, wondering why she was even in the hufflepuff common room.

“It seems like another universe.” Her Sebastian replied, making her scoff.

“No shit Sherlock.”

“Hey!” Clora yelled, a slight furrow to her brows as Millie sighed.

“Sorry Clora, force of habit.”

“Don’t disrespect Sherlock in this house.” Clora explained, making millie nod.

“I’m sorry it won’t happen again.”

“We best get some rest, it’s getting late.” And so they did. Somehow, Constance and Sebastian managed to sneak the four into the room of requirement without anyone noticing. And once the Sebastians had passed out on their side of the room, the girls' side was having some trouble.

“Do you have a vivarium?” Clora asked softly, waking up both girls in the process as Clora searched the room for her usual vivarium. “I have one back home it’s just, not being home is starting to stop me from sleeping.” She explained, making Constance sigh. She nodded with a smile, grabbing both girls' hands and leading them to the coastal vivarium. Even though she's seen it hundreds of times, the creatures never failed to put Connie in awe.

“Of course, yeah come on. This one’s my favorite.” Connie explained, leading the girls in the room as Clora jumped up and down in her pj’s, cheering at the sight in front of her.

“High wing!” She called with excitement, petting the hippogriff as she bowed her head to Clora. Millie joined in beside her.

“You two know each other?”

“Well, I have my own. She’s just as breathtaking.” Clora explained, now using a brush to gently groom High wing, who tutted happily. Millie smirked from her spot, finding a seat on the floor as she turned to both girls with goblets full of wine.

“So, ladies, is anyone up for a late night game of truth or dare?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows as the two smiled.

“I’m so in.” Constance said, going to sit beside Millie as Clora joined.

“Me as well.”

“So Blondie.”

Constance scoffed.

“Connie.” She corrected, earning a glare from millie.

“Blondie…truth or dare.”

Constance rolled her eyes again as Clora giggled, making Constance take in deep breaths she thought.

“Dare.”

“Okay, I dare you to kiss Sebastian. Your Sebastian.” She said with a smirk, making Cponstances jaw drop slightly.

“Oooo yes!”

“No, absolutely not, we’re friends.” Constance defended, making Millie groan loudly.

“Are you kidding me right now?” She teased, nudging Connie as she blushed.

“Just look at how he looks at you Connie, that boy’s in love!” Clora explained, making Connie shake her head in defense.

“Look, I know you’re both lucky with your Sebastian’s but me and him, we got this friend thing and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

“Oh you are so modest.” Millie teased, making Connie fein hurt.

“Excuse me, I am not. I’m just, I like him alot.” She explained, causing Millie and Clora to share a look.

“You like him.” They sang at once, making Connie throw a pebble in the direction of the two as they all laughed.

“Shut it. I change to truth.” Constance said, making the girls smirk at each other.

“Alright fine, do you like Sebastian?”

“Yes.” She threw her hands over her mouth with shock. “What!? I mean, n-n-yes! Hey! You spiked my drink didn’t you!” She yelled, her face growing red with anger and embarrassment. I guess it took smoke truth serum to admit to her feelings. The two girls broke into fits of goggles, rolling around on the bed as Constance pouted, her cheeks a bright red tint.

“Well, now that you’ve spoiled my evening, I’d like to go back to my room.” She teased, making millie groan as she got up, grabbing Connie's arm to stop her from leaving.

“Oh come on Connie, we already knew you liked him just by the way you talk about him.”

“You used my name?” Constance asked, making millie smile at her softly.

“Of course I did, I know your name Connie, I like you very much.”

Constance smiled, pulling Millie into a hug before Clora joined in, the girls joined in a tight group hug full of warmth and joy.

“Thank you.” Constance mumbled into Millie's shoulder, making the girl smile harder.

“Of course.” She pulled away from the hug, conjuring a bottle of fire whiskey with a smirk. “Now, shall we break out the fire whiskey?”

“Yes we shall!”

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“I still don’t know how you pulled us out of our dimension.” Millie said, rubbing her eyes tiredly. Even the hangover jinx’s aren't working to fix the headache that the girls had gained over the night. They ended the night in firewhiskey and games, and lots of laughing. Laughing that ended up making the next morning a headache.

“Did we do that dimension travel jinx again?” Sebastian asked, making Constance freeze at the words.

“You produced a dimension traveling jinx!?”

“Of course I have, you haven’t?”

“No!”

“Yes!”

Seb and Constance called at the same time, causing Connie to look at Seb with wide eyes.

“Oh, so that wasn’t what I always supposed to say, good to know.” Sebastian said, shaking his head as he looked at Connie’s angry expression.

“You knew a dimension travel charm this whole time and you didn’t think to say anything?” She asked angrily, making him shrug.

“I’m sorry, I love you?” He said softly, cringing back as Sebastian nodded.

“Smart man right there.” He whispered to millie, earning a light eye roll in response.

“I don’t have the patience right now. Sebastian’s, since you all love to break the rules and learn dangerous spells, you all will perform the incantation at once, and hopefully this will send everyone back.”

“I just wanted to say, I’m glad we met Connie. I’ll always remember you.” Clora said softly, making Connie smile.

“I’ll miss you all.”

“Stay gold blondie, stay gold.” Millie said, making Connie chuckle before they all cast the spell. Magic filled the room until all of the sudden, everything fell to the ground, and with one swift swoop, they were gone. Connie couldn't help but feel a certain sadness at the thought of her friends leaving, but she knew they'd soon return.

“What an odd mix of people.” Seb said, making Connie nod with a sigh.

“Right?”

“That Sebastian guy was pretty handsome though.” He tested, making Constance shove him playfully as he laughed.

“Oh shut it you.”

[wlfhrdlover]

Hi dear! Tomorrow its my birthday and i was wondering if you could do an Ajax x fem!reader where he has the hole day planned and then throw a surprise party for her ( I've always wanted one) with all her loved ones. If you cant or won't be comfortable writing its totally okay♡ hope you are doing well!!

of course my love!! I'm so sorry that it took too long and that is not my best, I needed to get some things done today and didn't really had time to write it, but I hope you like it and that you had a great day <333 happy birthday!!!

BIRTHDAY GIRL!

Ajax Petropolus x fem!reader

summary: it's your birthday! and of course your boyfriend and friends couldn't let it pass without a big party.

WARNINGS! none but Ajax being the best bf in the world

Waking up with your phone blowing off with messages wasn't the best way, principally on a Sunday.

Fortunately, when you picked your phone up, your face instantly brightened with the messages.

my fav boy <3: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!!

my fav boy <3: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

my fav boy <3: GET READY FOR YOUR DAY MY BRO MY BABY MY EVERYTHING

my fav boy <3: meet me at the quad, your day is just getting started!

You chuckled at yourself with the messages, of course Ajax remembered your birthday, your boyfriend was more excited about it than you.

You quickly kicked your covers and went into the bathroom to get ready.

You took one of Ajax's hoodies that he forgot in your dorm and walked out. Not even a minute passed and you were already bombard by the ray of sunshine Enid Sinclair, your best friend had the biggest smile plastered on her face.

— HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!- she hugged you tightly.

— Aw thanks puppy- you smiled and she squealed taking your hand.

— I made us some matching gloves! What do you think?- she gave you a pair of f/c fingerless gloves while she was wearing bright pink ones.

— That's beautiful Enid! Thank you!- you immediately put it on and Enid jumped excitedly taking your hand.

— Ajax is waiting for you- she smirked and you laughed.

— We've been dating for months and you have the same reaction every time we meet- you said amused, she laughed.

Soon you saw your boyfriend waiting for you with some flowers in his hand, he smiled brightly when he saw you.

— Hey birthday girl- he said and pulled you into a kiss, you felt sparkles around you, wrapping your arms around his neck, you smiled when he pulled away.

— Hey my love, thank you- you pecked his lips and took the flowers.

— So, I planned some things for your special day, let's start it!- he said with pure excitement.

You never really cared about your birthday, but since you entered in Nevermore and met your friends and Ajax, it started to be a little more special for you.

— Alright, let me just... you turned to talk to Enid but the girl simply vanished, you frowned and Ajax laughed.

— Don't worry about her, come on!- he pulled you to the gates.

Your day was amazing, Ajax took you to get your favorite drinks, to your favorite shops and even took a chance to bring you into a carnival that was nearby.

It was almost 5PM when you walked into Nevermore, smiling and hugging your boyfriend's arm.

— Thanks for the day Jax, it was amazing- you whispered and he kissed you, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.

— We have one more stop- he smiled and you frowned.

Ajax leaded you in the middle of the woods, but suddenly stopped, he covered your eyes.

— Jesus Christ Jax, don't kill me yet- you joked and he chuckled.

— Don't worry my love, just trust me- he guided you and when you two finally stopped, he asked you to stay with your eyes close.

— Oh come on Jax- you whined and heard his laugh.

— Just wait a minute my love- he said and you heard his steps.

You paced nervously and thought about peaking.

— No peaking love!- Ajax said laughing and pouted.

— Fine- you huffed and hear more steps getting close.

— Okay, you can open your eyes now!- you heard.

When you opened your eyes your heart raced in happiness, a big towel with your favorite snacks was set down, fairy lights gave life to the place, all your friends right there.

— HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!- they said and you smiled.

— Oh my... oh, thank you guys!- you said and hugged all of them, minus Wednesday, she glared at you and the only thing you did was offer your hand, which she hesitantly took.

— You're an acceptable person to endure- she said and you accepted it as a "you're okay".

Your boyfriend came with a cake, it wasn't much but it was perfect for you, smiling you blowed the candles and they cheered.

— Happy birthday my love- he whispered and kissed your lips.

You couldn't be happier.

[azullumi]

okay okay— hear me out, what about streamer kaveh dating popular streamer s/o in secret and the only reason they get found out is cause of kaveh forgetting to turn off his camera and they're acting all lovey dovey on stream LOL i can't help but think how he'd explain to a chat that's moving so fast

summary — kaveh is way too loving and... careless.

pairing — kaveh/gender-neutral reader

tags — fluff, modern, established relationship, steamer x streamer, not proofread ; headcanons

words — 1520

note — my alarm didn't wake me up;;; but anyways, i really loved the request anon :D i had so much fun writing it though i guess it was a little bit rush and i could have done better. but anyways, here! i hope you'll like it!

"Bye, everyone! I hope you all had a great time! Thanks for stopping by and I'll see you all next time."

You enthusiastically waved at the camera, smiling as your eyes scanned the chat that was going too fast, trying to read all of the messages that were being sent. Your eyes could only recognize the word "goodbye" in different variations being commonly sent and after a few moments, you stopped the stream—closing the camera and taking off your headphones before you stood up and stretched your back that was aching after only remaining seated for so long.

It was yet another normal day for you, streaming on a platform or website for hours as you were a well-known streamer and content creator, a lot of people's favorites and especially famous on the internet.

"I'm a little bit hungry," Perhaps it was because you only ate a few since you really couldn't leave your seat and that it was nearly dinnertime also; it was already 6:47 in the evening.

Although the work can be exhausting and repetitive at times, you were having fun and clearly enjoying what you were doing—aside from the fact that you get to earn a lot of money to sustain yourself, your needs and your wants, you were also greatly loved and cherished by your fans and most especially, by your boyfriend, Kaveh.

You decided to check up on him, walking out of your room to head to his that was only steps away from yours since you're under the same roof. As you approached and near his door, his voice and chatter was getting more and more clearer and louder, you could even make out some of what he was saying.

"...Are you…"

"I have… Lovely…"

"Show them? I don't want to. Why? They're way too beautiful for your eyes."

"Just say that you're lying and you don't actually have… Hey! I swear, I'm not lying—" He paused once his eyes glanced at the door, in the direction of where you were standing. You noticed how his eyes sparkled and his expression brightened once he saw you, making you smile and your heart flutter upon seeing the small yet noticeable change.

Are you okay?—you mouthed and gestured to him, avoiding to be heard by his audience as he was streaming live as of the moment. A nod before he spoke in a low voice, "I'll be finished in a moment, wait for me."

You could only give him a thumbs up and a smile before you leaned against the wall, watching him as he calls it a day, finishing his stream and saying goodbye to everyone. You approached him—once you concluded that he's already done with it as he took off his headphones—having no restrictions or worries that you might be seen by anyone.

"How are you, sweetheart? Did you miss me?" The blonde-haired man greets you, pulling you to his lap and pushing the strands of hair on your face behind your ear. He gave your forehead a kiss that made you melt in the hold of his hand on your waist and the caress of the other on your cheek and you let out a hum before responding: "I'm good but I missed you."

It was known that the two of you have a significant other but nobody knows who it is nor you were one another's lover, the only known fact is that both of you are in a loving and healthy relationship. There was no reason—aside from just privacy reasons to avoid nosy people sticking their ass up in your businesses—for you two to be hiding it but I guess you could say that it was the better?

"Archons, it's only been a few hours—" He laughs, looking at you with eyes beaming with adoration, love, and care as if his gaze was touching on your soul, and he places yet another kiss on your temple before continuing, "—You're so needy. What even will happen if we won't see each other for a day?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes upon hearing what he said and another soft chuckle was pulled out of his throat. "I was kidding, okay? I'm sorry, don't be angry at me."

He sounds like a puppy who got scolded by his owner and if it's not for the teasing smile on his face, you would have thought of him as one already.

"Whatever. What's for dinner today?"

"Hm, are you craving for something?"

You went into a quick thought, "I have nothing in mind. Should we just order takeout?"

"If that's what you want, sure. Let's just rest up a bit before we order, I know that you're still tired."

You only nodded as an answer, resting your head on his shoulder as you closed your eyes which had been strained and hurt after only being exposed to the computer for hours. The moment between you two was silent with only the sound of your light breathing against one another and a sigh that slips from his lips—a smile tugged on the corners of your mouth as the feeling of warmth, comfort, and happiness wells up in your chest.

You flutter your eyelids open, your eyesight adjusting to the brightness of the computer screen, seeing yourself on it and some rapid stream of texts—Wait.

"Kaveh…"

"Kaveh."

"Kaveh!"

It is only when you whisper shouted his name that he responded to you, confusion trailing his tone as he knits his eyebrows.

"What? What is—"

His voice came at a complete halt when he also turned his head to the sight of his monitor, seeing what made you urgently call out to him in such a panicked voice.

The camera was turned on and you could see the projection of you two on the screen being lovey-dovey and sweet to another, and a spam of messages on the side—blood rushed up to your face, embarrassed and feeling shy, and you hide yourself with the man's chest as you listened to him frantically trying to explain, if you even call what he's doing as that.

"At least now we have proof that you really have someone—You're quite a positive person, aren't you?"

"I can't read any of the chats! Slow down, will you?"

"It's (Name)? Yes, it's them, do you have a problem with it?"

"Congratulations on your relationship, I hope that the two of you will have more happiness to come—Awww, thank you so much user LetMeCryInTheCorner!"

"Wait—fuck—How do I even explain it to you guys?"

"You don't have to explain everything when we've already seen how sweet you two are—Ah, whatever then! I'll see you guys next time. Go to sleep, pay attention to your homework, or anything!"

It seems like he has totally given up on it as he just stopped the stream and turned off the camera completely—this time he was sure that he really did—before bringing his attention back to you who has calmed down for a bit from what you feel, bringing yourself back to the grounds of reality.

"Now what?"

"What do you mean now what? We're going to order some food." He says as if everything was normal and nothing happened which induced a reaction to smack him from you.

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

"You're too careless and calm!"

He received a glare from you and he laughed—softly and gently like he was soothing your worries and scrambled thoughts, reassuring you that everything is fine and there is nothing to worry about—it''s honestly strange how he's so collected right now knowing how he often panics and thinks over the small things but I guess it didn't really matter, the publicity of your relationship with him, I mean. It's not like the two of you made a pact to keep it a secret.

You just heaved a sigh, releasing the unnecessary things that plagues your mind, "Well, now they know."

"And? Just let them know."

He leans his face close to you, lips only inches away from each other that you could feel his warm breath fanning your skin, and spoke before capturing you in a loving kiss:

"Let them know that I belong to you."

—

Bonus:

"Wow, they're rejoicing for me because it turns out that I wasn't lying after all."

Kaveh rolled his eyes when he saw the reaction of everyone on social media upon knowing you and his relationship with each other. The internet was bombarded with news about you two dating, a lot of questions being raised, and everything—It was all and only about him and you.

He places his phone down the bedside table before returning his gaze back to your sleeping figure turned to him, watching your relaxed and soft expression, and he sighs to himself, scooting closer to you and wrapping his arm around your waist.

It didn't matter anyways. He just loves you so much and as long as nothing will interfere and get in the way of your happiness, as long as you're okay and happy, as long as he gets to hold you close, then everything is fine.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.