#his birthday picture is black and white because color didn't look right

[imnotaorange]

Today's the big day! Meet Ginger!

He turned the big 4 today, I'm very proud of him.

Under cut is more art of him

[k0juki]

mafia!Mick Schumacher

Mick Schumacher x fem!reader

Gn is alright too!

Summary: Just few moments with Mafia!Mick Schumacher x fem!reader.

Warnings: sunburn, sassy reader, mentions of blood and dead body, fluff and teasing I guess? Not much of Mafia at all 💀

!english is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

Also picture is not mine! Credit goes to owner!

Fem!reader would be working for him as his personal assistant. Fully knowing what he does for a living and her being alright with it because she gets paid well. She would be his right hand that always reminds him when he has an important meeting, bringing him drinks like tea or coffee when he doesn't go to sleep or when he's feeling cocky, he would tell her to choose the shirt she likes on him to just mess with her because he likes to see her face all red. You not wanting to look at him, feeling overwhelmed.

Mick would start to remove his black t-shirt and be like "Which one do you like more on me liebling?" All cocky with that pet name in German knowing it works on her. "The white button down shirt you ass." She would say not being scared at all, knowing that he would never hurt her for anything she says. Mick would just chuckle, throwing a smirk her way as she's leaving him to change his clothes. Feeling butterflies in stomach.

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He would fall first, she would fall harder.

Fem!reader would be secretly loving Mick but being an ass to him because she's scared that if she opens to him, he would leave her, so it's better if she hurts him by saying all the mean things and acting like she doesn't care instead of her getting hurt, but it still be hurting her feelings.

But Mick knowing better, he would be so caring towards her, never forgetting her birthday and buying her a little cupcake with candle on it with colorful flowers that she loves, letting her borrow his jacket when it gets cold, giving anyone death stare the moment someone says anything disrespectful to her or just making her feel uncomfortable, always having an spare hair bands somewhere in his pocket or on his hand, like it's middle of the July and she was rushing to his office because for the first time she overslept in few years.

Coming to his office apologizing that she came later than usual, she would sit behind her desk that is opposite of his. Being all sweaty from the weather and forgetting her ice coffee on her way there she didn't have much luck.

Sanding from his desk and going right behind her, he would found one of the hair bands, taking strands of hair and began to make her a ponytail, "I can do it myself" she said as he gently, so as not to hurt her, he would run his hand through her soft hair that she washed before she went to bed last night.

"I know you can, but let me, '' Mick said as he adjusted the rubber band on her head, kissing the top of her head as she tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear that didn't want to stay in place. "Thank you Mick, you didn't have to " she said feeling all shy "You're welcome love."

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Mick is definitely a pet name king. Teasing you at any given moment. Not having peace even at your home when you came from the bathroom freshly shower, you hear your phone buzz and saw Mick's photo on your screen, so you pick it up thinking none of it and he would just start blabbing some nonsense to annoy you. "You know liebling, I really enjoy the mean facade you're trying to make." He said chuckling and anyone who would hear Mick right now, wouldn't say that he belongs to the mafia at all.

"You're seriously like a man-child" you said, now all annoyed. "Don't you want to go for coffee sometime?" huh? You thought "Bye Mick, call me when you need something important." Hanging up, you have to slow your breathing as you hold your phone closer to your chest now all frustrated.

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I think fem!reader wouldn't take him seriously at first. Just a pure assistant that does her job the best she can. Yes, time to time seeing a dead body, blood and everything like that, but she doesn't care enough for that. Sometimes she thinks he just wants to use her and then leave her. So she would be distant with him as much as possible those days.

He wouldn't like that. He can't be nothing but gentlemen around her. So he's always opening/holding doors for you. "After you liebling.”

And definitely would say some shit like "You're playing hard to get" whereupon you answered him "you're playing hard to get rid of". Both of you not meaning anything like that.

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Fem!reader would always deny him from buying her expensive things, but him being Mick Schumacher will always buy you anything and I mean anything you want. He would take you on his yacht when he takes something like a holiday or 3 weeks off and said that you have it as free time. With him.

There would be so much pda. A lot of it. Mick will definitely sit next to you and will lay his hand on your thigh when you are eating breakfast/dinner or any other food. "Is it good?" Mick asked as he looked at you, your mouth full of fruits. "It's delicious," you said, smiling at him.

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Fem!reader forgetting to put sunscreen and getting sunburn. "What did I tell you, hm?" Mick said with a bit of a disappointed tone in his voice. "Come here liebling, you need to hydrate it." He said now softly, knowing that it must hurts you.

Lots of small touches that make goosebumps on your skin, when he puts his hand on your lower back and starts rubbing small circles there as you put your head on his shoulder, now finally being comfortable. Your eyes are heavy as you feel him kiss the top of your head.

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Do not copy or translate my works!

It was supposed to be Kimi but somehow it ended up being Mick so... maybe Kimi is gonna be next?

🫠🩷

[k2ntoss]

okay, so, adding onto your, as of this moment, most recent post, just picture it: you catch onto the fact that jason gets all smug seeing his handiwork on your nails when you jerk him off, and decide to surprise him by going out and testing literally every possible red nail polish available until you find the exact perfect shade that matches his helmet, and giving it to him as part of his gift for some occasion or another (personally I'm thinking either his birthday or Christmas, anniversary could work also)

but like, just imagine how thrilled he would be and how eager he would be to get that colour on your nails, and how impatient he would be for them to dry so he could see them in action, yknow? 👀👀

-🦊 (also omg i have my own tag now?🥹)

allow me to tell you that since you're the first "formal" anon with an emoji you are indeed my favorite, plus i'm always happy to see you around here bc you feed my delusions so thanks 🦊 ily, so yes you have your own tag

jason had to get used to his birthday being a little different since he started dating you, he had a reason to celebrate now and it was lovely, since he woke up you would shower him in details and little gifts and he loved to feel like a spoiled child because he felt all the love you had for him.

this year it wasn't different and his day was filled with things he liked a lot until he had to leave on patrol for a while so it was the perfect opportunity for you to prepare his last gift. it had been a while since he found out he liked painting your nails just to see artwork when you wrapped your hands around his dick, it simply made him grin proudly because it was his girl pleasing him and showing off her pretty nails, done by him so you decided to feed that little monster in jason's head. a whole week going into every store you saw to get the perfect shade of red that could match his helmet, carrying a pic on your phone just of the color to compare it until you found the one.

as soon as he slid into your apartment through the window he noticed the lights of the living room on which meant that you were there waiting for him so he made his way there. as soon as he saw you he took off the helmet, holding it under his arm and giving you a wide grin "isn't it past your bed time, princess?" jason asks teasingly as he walks towards the couch to sit next to you.

"no, it isn't because i have two last things for the birthday boy" you reply with a mischievous smile, handing him a small white box tied with a pretty red bow that he didn't wait to undo just to open the little box.

the smile that crept to his face was enough to know he was thinking about the reason behind the red nail polish bottle he was holding between his fingers, his eyes fixed on yours before he leaned in to kiss you but he stopped as soon as you tilted your head "are you gonna give me your pretty hands or do i have to ask?" jason's voice drops low and it makes a shiver run down your spine and even lower between your legs because you know what he wants.

"isn't it past my bed time? maybe we should wait until tomorrow morning so we can sleep" you reply, pushing jason a little just to build a little more of that pretty glint of need and desperation on his eyes and you let out a chuckle when he shakes his head, hair going messy and his white strand mixing a little with his jet black hair.

"you don't expect me to wait, right? give me your hands and let me see how they look when you use them on my cock, baby" jason's words make you swallow hard before you lay your hands on his thigh so he can start painting your nails and he's quick without messing it not even a little bit and you can't help but smiling when he's blowing on them to dry the nail polish.

"someone is getting a little impatient" you tease him which only earns you a low growl from his lips, he's impatient and needy because you can already see the outline of his half hard dick under his tactical pants and how his chest heaves under the chest plate so you blow a little too on your nails. jason stares at you, he even counts into his head how many minutes he has to wait until his trained eye sees the paint is dry.

"down on your knees. now" he almost barks the order as he spreads his legs to let you sit between them on the floor just to be met by his helmet placed between his thighs "put your pretty hands on the helmet, baby" jason says and you do so, his blood is boiling at the sight because the shade is exactly the same and his hands go a little clumsy when he decides to undo his belt and the buttons of his pants, taking away the helmet just so your hands can start to stroke him over his boxers.

there's soft grunts escaping his lips even if you're not touching him completely yet but he's so turned on by the color on your nails he can't really help it. leaning in he grabs your hips to move your body until you're sitting over his heavy boot, the rough material making you tremble ever so slightly "be a good girl and sit pretty there for me, yeah, love?" his voice is low and he smirks when you are the one sliding your hand under his boxers to wrap your fingers around his hard dick, nodding at his words.

for jason there's nothing hotter than his girl but seeing you like this, getting him you know he likes to use with you makes him feel so good, the way you always seem to guess what he would enjoy a lot is like touching heaven and having you know, kneeling in front of him while you jerk him off sitting on his boot feels like the perfect birthday gift. your hand going up and down his length with the right amount of pressure before your thumb slides up to play with his tip drives him crazy, he thrust his hips a little just to urge you to keep going at the same time his hand holds your chin slowly guiding two digits into your mouth "don't you have anything to say to me, baby?" he asks with a smirk as his thumb presses your tongue to mess up with your words.

"happy birthday, jay..."

[satlun]

Birthday Boudoir: Tom Ludlow x f!reader

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff Triggering Warnings: I use these pictures and gifs as references or inspirations for my writing only. I don't and won't romanticize or normalize their behavior; their age gap relationship, drugs, violence and etc. in the movie.

His birthday with the best gifts he ever received.

Author's Note: I love how Tom has masculine energy this much... 🧎🏻‍♀️I love love him. Please enjoy guys.

Credit: Polarr filter by @hayrolinefilters on ig

Today is Tom's birthday. You both usually go out side and find a good restaurant to eat together but this year Tom just wants to spend special time with you in this house. Eating home cooked meals, watching you both favorite movies and snuggling up together.

Tom said he doesn't want any presents for his birthday, he just wants you but you end up buying him a present anyway, how could you not give any presents for your boyfriend? Birthday is a special occasion for someone. You told him that you will go to the bathroom while you both were watching movies on the bed together. You walk through the hallway to the bathroom but you don't actually walk into it, you stop right in front of the door and open the drawer where you hide the present from him. It was wrapped delicately inside a dark blue box with a white ribbon wrapped around it

You slowly walk into the bedroom. Your room is quite dark because you both love turning off the light and watching movies in the dark, as if it's a theater. Tom sees you walk in with a little smile on your face, he's curious. “What?” Tom doesn't pay attention to the movie anymore, he looks at you with curious smile. Both of your hand hide behind your back because you don't want him to see it too soon. You didn't say anything but you slowly got into the bed instead. He notices the hand so he asks. “What is it? My present?” He's not stupid. You just give him a big smile when he finds out. Tom chuckles at you before giving a kiss on your cheek. “You didn't need to do that.” You give him a smile before crawling into his lap and hand the present to him. “It's my favorite person's birthday, how could I not give you anything?” Tom receives the dark blue box, you intentionally choose this color because it matches his uniform which he usually wears it. You always glance at him while he is dressing up, it looks really good on him. “Open it.” You're sitting in the middle of his legs while your head is resting on his chest. Tom turns off the television and turns on the lamp instead because he doesn't want the movie to interrupt this special time and then he gently pulls the white ribbon out before opening the box. There's a luxurious black watch in it. John raises his eyebrows and gives you a little kiss on your forehead. “Thank you, baby. I broke the old one last week from arresting a criminal. How did you know?” You look up at him and say. “I noticed you don't wear it lately. I checked in your accessory drawer and I didn't see it, so I assumed it was gone or maybe broken.” You always notice these little things, he always loves that. He doesn't need to talk or explain much because you pay attention to every tiny detail of him. So sweet. Tom slowly puts it on his wrist and takes a look at it. It's shiny and delicate, it's similar to the old one but this one is better. “Happy Birthday, baby. I love you.” You use one of your hand and place it on his cheek before giving a kiss to the opposite side. “I love you too.” Tom slowly leans over to your face and gives you a passionate kiss, his hand moving up to your neck. His soft lips now press against you meanwhile you let his tongue come into your mouth. It's so smooth and sweet, you slowly close your eyes and let him do it. After a moment, you both break the kiss. It was so romantic, kissing in dim light.

“Actually... I have another present for you.” Tom raises his eyebrows when he hears that. You didn't have your do that at all, the special time that you spend together tonight is enough for him. However, he knows that you are the kind of person who loves to surprise him. He understands that. “What is it?” He gives you another kiss and looks at you. “I want you to close your eyes and I will go get the present.” Tom chuckles with low voice. You are such a tease, it makes him excited even more. He can't think of any other present you could buy for him. “Okay” He answers before closing his eyes. “Don't open until I tell you to. Promise?” Say sweetly. Tom just nods his head. You get off the bed before going to the closet, you slowly take off your clothes and pick a white lingerie set from the closet. It has a top that looks like a bra with elegant style and a bottom that looks almost like a little skirt with the same style. You just want to be beautiful in his eyes, you love when you're beautiful around him, even he always says you are already beautiful but you need to be more beautiful on his special day. Tom can hear the sound of clothes but he still can't guess what gif he's about to get.

Soon, you are finally done dressing up in this white lingerie set. Tom can feel the movement of the mattress when you slowly crawl to him. You fold your legs and sit on your heels, looking at him with his eyes closed. “Open your eyes.” You say smiling softly. His eyes slowly open and look at you, his gaze lingering on your face, your cleavage, your waist and your legs. It's the same you but this time in this beautiful white lingerie set while Tom is in his dark blue pajamas, your favorite color. A smile slowly forms on his face. He likes it, you look really gorgeous in this lingerie. The way your skin looks so soft and smooth. The way your long hair falls on your shoulders, the way you are so small when compared to him because he's much bigger and taller so when you both are in the same bed you're like a little cat to him.

“Come here.” Tom calls you but he moves to you first. Maybe he can't just wait any longer. Tom gives you a passionate kiss on your lips while his hand gently pushes you down on the mattress. One of hand now on your thigh, squeezing it. His big hand can almost wrap around your leg easily. His rough skin makes you feel goosebumps a little. “Is this the present, huh?” Tom broke the kiss and asked you while his body was rubbing against yours because you were completely beneath him. “Yes” you said smiling before touching his face and leaning up to kiss him. Soon, you are on his laps. “You look beautiful... I just want to fuck you right now.” Tom tried to say while your lips were still on his. A small chuckle comes from your throat. How cute. He thought. “You still don't get the actual present yet.” Well, you really love to surprise him. Tom raises his eyebrows again with curiosity. “Are you gonna let me fuck you later?” He broke the kiss for a moment and continued. “Well, that's count but not the one that I am talking about.” Tom grabs your face and continues the kiss after you talk again. He just doesn't want his lips to take a break from yours. You can hear a low groan from his throat, he's satisfied with the kiss. His hands roam around your waist and up to your bare back. Tom moves his lips to your neck and gently kiss it, nibble it time to time. “What else are you gonna give it to me, baby?” He tried to say while he was busy with kissing your soft skin. You tilt your head for him so that he can kiss you easier. Your hands are now resting on his shoulders.

You slowly lean to the side table and grab a Polaroid camera from the drawer. Tom stops kissing you for a moment and follows your hand. He's curious about the present. You're hard to read. Your hobby is photography. You love taking pictures because it can capture your memories. The idea that you come back and look at it, the feeling of that time will come across your mind. And the fact that we can't remember all of our life memories so taking pictures is the best way to remember it, that's what you think. You have many cameras in this house because you're so professional about it. You have every type of cameras; from Polaroid to digital. Now, the camera is in your hand. Tom looks at you with curiosity in his eyes. “I want you to take a picture of me. In this white lingerie...” he can feel shyness through your voice. His cute girl is trying to be sexy tonight, so adorable.

Tom chuckles with the way you want him to. It's interesting for him because he thinks taking pictures of you while you both are in the same bed with casual clothes on is something that makes you both feel intimate and connected. Learning, seeing about each other body is another kind of love language for him. “Sure, my beautiful girl.” You hand the camera to him before leaning down on the mattress, posing like a model. Your little legs cross each other while one of your hand places on the mattress. You look stunning. Tom pick up the camera and point it at you. Your eyes are on the lens shyly. He can see the way your eyes move a little with shyness, it's just hard for you to keep your eyes on the lens when he is looking at you through it. “3... 2... 1...” you can hear the sound of shutter noise. The picture of you slowly printing it from the above of the camera. You love how Polaroid pictures can do something like this, you don't have to wait for so long. The picture is finally show up. Tom picks it and takes a look, he smiles at your picture. You don't look beautiful less even in the picture. “Can I see it?” Tom hands it to you. “Sure, baby.” You take a look at it. It's better than you thought.

“I love it.” You say as he leans on and gives you a kiss again. His girlfriend is so beautiful, he would do anything for you. He would kill for you, he would protect you at all costs. You're all he has. It's just you and always you. His hand wipes your hand from your shoulder so he can feel your skin more. His big hand gently rubs your shoulder, and down to your hand before the other side of his hand handing you the camera. “Take a picture of me.” He said. You didn't expect that actually, all your point is him taking pictures of you. “Okay...” you say with your soft voice before picking up the camera then look at him through the lens. He looks really handsome in dark blue clothes. It makes his skin color stand out than usual. “1... 2... hold on-” You make him curious again. “What?”

You get off the bed before grabbing his officer hat. Tom chuckles softly. Well, he knows how much you love him with the uniform now. You always compliment him about how he looks in it. He understands now that you love it so so much. You give him a playful smile which mixes with shyness in it. Your legs crawl back to the bed and place it on his head. “Better” you kiss his cheek and go back to the spot. “I see... you really like me in it.” He said as he you look at him through the lens. “So much... 1... 2... 3...” your finger press down and then the sound of shutter loud again. The picture slowly shows up from the camera. He secretly looks at you while you're busy, waiting for the photo. You're cute, your hair, your eyes, all your face. All are just the definition of perfection. Your every features combine perfectly. Finally, the picture is out. You take a look at it before handing it to him. “You look hot...” you say very thinly as if you whisper it. “I look hot?” He repeats the phrase before taking a look at it. His eyes meet you again before he kisses you at the corner of your lip. “But you're the hottest.” You bite your lips with playfulness. Tom notices how your reaction is slightly different than usual. You're really really shy right now. So he touches your faces to calm you down, before your heart pounding too fast. One of your hand grab the first picture of you that he took earlier and hand it to him. “This is your present. Keep me in your wallet and look at it when you miss me.” Yeah, you mean a sexy picture of you in this white lingerie is what you want him to look when he misses you. You smile softly at him. That's the best gift he ever received. It may sound normal for everyone else, like it's just a sexy picture but for him no. It's the picture that you both spend this intimate moment together. The way you dress up specially for him, the way you planned all of these. He appreciates it a lot. So it's not just a picture of you in sexy white lingerie, it's more than that, much more. Tom receives the picture from you and put it in his wallet right there. “I will keep you in here, close with me.” You nod and smile at him. “I really love you, Tom.” You add. “Really...” you look at him with passion. He can feel your love for him. It was said through your eyes. He loves you too. He doesn't need to say anything because you can feel it too. Not just this moment but since the day you start dating him. “And I would do anything for you. You know that?” Tom says and touches your face again. Tonight is one of the best moments in your life. He is tough with the others but he always has a soft spot like this for you. He always gentle with you, he treats you really well.

You both spend the rest of the night with taking pictures of each other, making out and taking pictures over and over before ending up having sex. It's just hard to just take pictures only when you look this good. How could he take pictures of this beautiful art without touching it? He takes one picture and he needs to touch you once before taking another one. He is so obsessed with you. He loves you more than anything. Today is the best birthday he ever experienced. You put very much effort into it, he appreciates that very much.

END

© satlun, 2024 : DO NOT PLAGIARISM OR ANY OTHER WAY OF REPHRASING

[osamusriceballs]

Birthday surprise

Hinata x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,3 k

Warnings: A bit NSFW

About: You have a nice birthday surprise for your boyfie~

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved human tangerine. I love him so much and I wish him the bestest birthday ever~

"Shoyo, what are you doing there? You need to get ready."

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming. I was just checking my phone. I got a message from y/n."

Hinata freezes.

A state that is almost unnatural for him. It is indeed a message from you - or rather a picture. With you in it. Barely clothed, wearing only white underwear and orange stockings - as bright as his hair. No words added, just you laying there seductively on his bed in lingerie, presenting your body to the camera in a way that makes all his blood rush south.

Holy... he instantly darkens the screen, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if someone looked at his phone. And indeed, he faces an equally stunned Atsumu, whose eyes are still fixated on Hinata's darkened screen. A few seconds pass and neither of them moves. The only sounds right now come from their teammates who have already started their training. Until Hinata's screen gives up and turns fully black.

"Uhm..." Atsumu awkwardly coughs and looks away, a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. "I guess you're going to have a fun birthday night, Shoyo-kun."

It's impossible for Hinata's face to turn even redder at this point. Even his ears are burning, and he laughs awkwardly to mask his inner panic. "What makes you think that?"

Atsumu's face drops, and Hinata internally wishes to sink into the ground for saying something as stupid as that. Why did he focus more on this instead of just changing the topic? "Do you really want me to say it out loud?" A slight grin now forms on Atsumu's face, and Hinata regrets speaking even more. Damn, he regrets ever learning how to speak at all.

"Please don't-"

"Don't sweat it, Shoyo-kun. I'd be happy to have a girl like y/n send pictures like that. Do you think I'll ever find someone who wears hot stuff in my hair color? Maybe I should go back to black. I like that whole black and lacy stuff, but then I'd look like that ugly shithead Samu. Or red. Red's hot too. I don't know if I'd look good in red. What do you mean, Shoyo-kun?"

While Atsumu is busy rambling, Hinata quickly takes his phone and buries it in his bag. He'll take the time to look at the picture during their break. Probably take his phone with him to the restroom to have a proper look. But even the short glimpse he just had is enough to get him riled up and longing for you. Longing to touch you, to feel the soft fabric and your even softer skin under his fingers. He wants to properly thank you for wearing this set just for him and to hear you softly say his name after he kisses you. He knows he won't be able to focus now because of you.

"Shoyo? Are you listening?" The sudden snarl of the blonde in front of him makes him perk up his head, his cheeks still incredibly warm and red.

"Oh, sure, Miya-san. Red is a nice color."

Atsumu blankly stares at him, and Hinata wonders how long he zoned out. He only faintly remembers Atsumu talking about hair colors. "Yer hopeless."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't. And don't ya dare to let my good sets go to waste today. I'll make ya regret it, Shoyo-kun."

Hinata nervously smiles and quickly jogs to the court, ignoring Atsumu right behind him and hoping that he'll forget what he saw. After all, that picture was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone.

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"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

The stress in Hinata's voice is evident. You don't know if you have ever heard him so depressed before.

"The picture you sent me," he starts, and the blood drains from your face. Your fingers clutch around the phone in your hand tightly, and you involuntarily press the device harder against your ear.

"Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I'll just delete it. We can pretend it never happened. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You nervously fidget with the hem of the straps, mentally burning the damn lingerie in a bonfire.

"What? No, no! Don't delete that picture. I've been hard ever since I saw it. I love it."

Your cheeks warm at his sudden confession and the way he casually tells you something explicit. He probably doesn't even realize how hot he sounds.

"It's just... when I opened it, Miya-san was right behind me. He saw it too. I'm so sorry. I know that you trust me, and I don't want to break your trust. Can you forgive me? I would never show these kinds of pictures to my friends. Please believe me!"

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what he's telling you.

"Baby? Are you still here? Please say something. I didn't- please-"

"Shoyo, it's fine. It's okay. I still trust you. I should have told you that you need to look at the picture in private. I don't mind." You smile at his concern, at the way he's always trying to make everything right, to be the perfect boyfriend. But that sometimes puts a lot of stress on him.

"You know that I love you, right? That won't change a thing. And I'm pretty sure that Miya-san will never mention it, especially not in front of me. Deep down, he's actually very considerate and nice, even though he doesn't often show that side."

The exhale of relief on the other side makes you smile a little, and you're glad that he feels better now.

"I love you too, y/n. Thank you. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me."

"Hey, it's your birthday after all. I can't be mad at my birthday boy. And, um... I've got some more pictures if you want to see them? I even made a short video of me... um... doing things." You feverishly blush at the end of your words, now clutching the sheets underneath your hand while you wait for his answer.

Hinata's tone is more dark and serious when he answers, and damn, it's always so hot to hear him talk like this. "What kind of things? I think I need to know before you send something. You have to be very specific."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a slight shiver runs down your body. "I... touched myself. I thought about how you'd do it and touched my breasts, and then rubbed my... clit." You're proud of how steady these words come from you, and he releases a deep breath before he answers.

"Oh? What a good girl you are for me. How about you send me those pictures and videos, and I'll send you some in return? Show you what you do to me. And when I'm home, I want you to show me everything you did again. I need to see if you're properly touching yourself for me when I'm not there. Understand, baby?"

You only manage to nod breathlessly, a soft hum escaping your lips at his words, and the tingling feeling between your legs starts to make your mind dizzy.

"Shoyo, when will you come home? I need you." You can basically hear how he runs his hand through his wild orange hair in frustration because he can't be with you right now.

"Just two more hours. Can you manage, baby? Can you prep yourself for me? And when I come home, I'll get my present, nice and wet for me?"

You nod your head and quickly gasp a "yes-" already anticipating the moment he will come home.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl on my birthday. I have to go, but make sure to send me those pictures, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Shoyo. I love you."

"I love you more." You quickly select the pictures in your camera roll and press send, only to receive an immediate response consisting of three pictures showing the rock-hard bulge underneath his tight boxers while he has his shirt between his teeth to expose his chest. A quick message follows that almost makes you drop the phone.

"Can't wait to see you, baby."

[darkphoenix07]

Paper rings by Taylor Swift

<Song prompt au>

Masterlist

Mental Health Request

Paring : Jongho x Reader

Genre : Romance, Friends to lovers

Word count : 2.6k

Synopsis : You two are college mutual friends but you act like you can't recall his name intensionally everytime he comes to buy his pistachio latte ☕

Warning : Adorable, Soft Intimacy

9.32 p.m.

You keep staring at your phone as you have been for several hours by now for being bored. The song playing in the background is making your ears bleed but you are scared to go home alone at this hour because this city isn't safe for girls to be anywhere alone. Your friend has promised you that he will drop you home as soon as the party ends but now he is nowhere to be found.

"Hey, Y/n," finally you hear your friend, Yunho from the background and look behind. But instead of meeting his eyes, you meet a pair of dark brown eyes, chubby cheeks and dark black haired boy wearing a simple black t-shirt with no design but only black cargo pants. For some seconds you feel like his eyes sparkled and he looked like he smiled at you. But the next moment, it was all gone and he shoved one glass of whiskey in his mouth without sparing you a single look.

"I'm sorry for keeping you here. I was with my friends. You haven't meet Jongho, right? He is Choi Jongho, one of my friends and Jongho, this is y/n, my childhood friend," Yunho says and you stand up awkwardly.

You don't understand what to do but gladly the word, "Hi," comes out from your mouth easily enough for being social.

One the other hand, he doesn't even smile and you. He only blinks at you in a way of making you understand he heard you and starts talking to Yunho instead. They sit around you in the couch of the party house and keep talking all night. But Jongho doesn't even glance at you for once or talk to you or ask you something.

But unintentionally your eyes keep going back to the mole on his throat. A little far from his chin and from his collarbone. It is making him look a bit too much attractive than he already is. That is making you feel so hot though the air conditioners are on.

You have always felt unattractive throughout your whole school life and college was another run as your friends got boyfriends but you got none. Sadly, no one even approached for you which made it worse. Your insecurities about your features kept getting higher when you started having guy friends but they were only comfortable in keeping you friend.

Jongho was in another college which is why you've never seen him until now. Up until now, no one has ever caught your eyes like he did. Something about him, maybe his eyes or that mole on his neck makes you weak for him already when you don't even know him.

Finally the time comes when Yunho drops you home and the first time you do after reaching home is look for Jongho in the social media and damnit, he looks like someone's boyfriend in every picture without even trying. He has gummy smile which you notice in a photo Yunho tagged him on his birthday. Oh that smile, it looks like you are about to lose your mind.

After roaming a whole hour in his social media account you notice the books beside his bed. There is a white bookshelf covered with plant and various books. You take a screenshot of that and order every book online so you understand what type of person he is and what type of romance he likes.

It's hard to sleep when for the first time you are feeling the adrenal rush for someone who didn't even talk to you for one second and completely avoided you like you are invisible. You know this isn't right but you can't help it. After knowing it is going to be a long night, you kept tossing and turning until the sun comes up and it becomes the time for college.

In college, you try to ask your friends about him but it feels wrong. So you simply finish college and enter your cafe where you work as a barista. It's very weird but you've become barista because you love brown color and the smell of coffee. It always makes your day when you are in the cafe.

Days go by as you meet Jongho often but the routine is the same. You keep staring at him while he keeps giving you cold shoulder. Sometimes it feels like he avoids you on purpose and talks to every other person in the party.

After losing your mind and reading three of the books that you saw beside his bed, you've decided to give up. He's too good for you. His morals, his thoughts, the type of books he read. Everything is out of league.

One morning, you are working in the cafe when suddenly a order comes up like this, "One pistachio latte please."

You feel your head has started to burn hearing the soft voice. You know he can sing very well but hearing him order something like that starts making you feel weak on your knees. You want to jump or scream but you only smile looking at him, "Alright, it will be 5 dollar and 25 bucks," you tell him.

"Y/n, you are work here!" His voice is a little heavier when he asks you that.

You nod smiling again when your head goes, he knows my name, he knows my name, he knows my name.

"Choi San, right?"

Jongho's face turns blue, you think when you get his name wrong on purpose. You remember Yunho showing Choi San long time ago at a party so it was blurted out in front of Jongho as an accident but kind of intensionally. Because you are practically stalking his social media without following him. How can you not know his name?

"Nevermind, give me my latte quickly," he looks annoyed but doesn't show it to you as he waits for his order sitting on a corner while reading a book you've finished reading last week.

Someone delivers the latte and thus the day ends while he keeps reading the book having two lattes and you working like a madwoman so you don't see him looking like a painting in your peaceful cafe.

Maybe intensionally but you start avoiding him in the parties like he has been doing like a stupid girl you are. Part of you were tired of chasing him and part of you were feeling like an idiot. So, you wanted to stop.

What you kept up was calling him by everything except his own name.

And the day occur when you were alone in the cafe. It was night time, no customer was there neither the barista with you. You were about to close the cafe but suddenly the bell of the cafe ring and you look up meeting his sparkling dark brown eyes.

People in the world have brown eyes mostly. So, if you say dark brown is your thing that will sound wrong. But whenever you look into his eyes, he looks so dreamy and different from every human being who has brown eyes.

"Welcome, Kim Jongin."

Did you just call him by your favorite kpop man? Yes, you did.

Do you feel embarrassed? Yes, you do.

Do you want to run away? Yes, you do.

Do you want to say sorry? Absolutely not.

He looks around then right into your eyes and you don't know why your cap decides to fall from your head. Does he have any super power or your brain just pushed the cap away?

"You!" He sounds mad but then he pauses, takes a deep breath and thumps a tiny box in front of you on the table, "Yunho has told me to leave this box to you as he is busy."

You keep looking at him while he starts leaving but then looks back at you, "Why do you keep getting my name wrong?"

"Excuse me?"

Maybe you are not good at acting but you are genuinely surprise or maybe you are surprised because he has snapped.

"My name is Choi Jongho and you know it very well. Don't you?" He asks you that question a little too loud that it strikes right into your heart making your heart thudding so bad.

"I-I"

"Is there a problem with you and me?" He asks looking straight into your eyes. Maybe he didn't want to just look at your eyes because you feel his eyes dropping on your lips for a tiny second. Not once or twice but a multiple times. It was making you feel like he is having a hard time keeping his eyes focused on your eyes only.

"Isn't it normal for me to forget the name of a guy who doesn't even look at me in the party?"

You snap back at him. Maybe not because he snapped. Maybe because he is not pulling you for a kiss when your eyes have fallen on his lips a multiple times by now too.

"Nevermind," he says and walks away making the ring bell again leaving you there all alone by yourself.

You keep sitting in a chair for a while before locking the cafe. It's a bit late but you are feeling so full right now. You need to walk it out but as you turn, you see a familiar black Hyundai Accent car in front you.

"May I drop you home?"

Jongho asks you with a look of apology.

You keep standing there not understanding what to do.

"As an apology, please?" He asks and you smile softly before getting beside him.

For a long ten minutes none of you talk. But then Jongho starts, "I am not good at people."

"Me neither."

You reply and you both sigh together.

Before he can say anything further, you tell him to stop his car in front of your house, "This is it."

You don't look at him. You can not. You simply leave his car but look from the window, "Will you come for a pistachio latte?"

"You make that home?" He asks looking purely shocked and you nod.

"So, will you?"

"I can. It's not like I've things to do," that's a lie Jongho says to you. Tomorrow is his midterm exam and the subject feels vomiting to him. He doesn't tell you that or worries about it.

He follows you like a bear he is and enters in your abode. The first thing his eyes fall on are the books you bought after seeing them beside his bed's shelf.

"Have you read them?"

You mentally slap yourself seeing them on the couch.

"I have," there are seven books. The rest of them are in your bookshelf covered in packets. New as gold. He will see them soon and you'll regret calling him inside.

"Sit here," you move the books, "I'll bring the latte."

"Okay," he sits awkwardly on the couch and keeps staring at the new books. They look like they haven't been touched but they are circled, underlined a multiple times.

After a while, you come back with the latte and your cup of coffee simple but dark. Maybe like you.

"So, you read them recently?" He asks you and he knows the answer so you only nod.

He takes a sip of his coffee, "I didn't know how to approach you properly so I could never."

"Me neither."

Did you say that twice? Yes???

You try to cover the problem with intensionally getting his name wrong, "I- am not good at remembering things."

"You were pretty good with recalling my favorite flavored latte," he says and for the first time he smiles at you showing his gums. He looks at you smilingly but for some reason looking at you his smile falls out and his eyes drops on your lips.

He doesn't speak, he doesn't ask for anything. He knows he doesn't have to when he bends over you and you move closer too meet his lips closing your eyes.

Your lips melt into his when he gently wraps his one hand around you pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. His lips are like marshmallow and he tastes so good after having the latte maybe. The kiss doesn't leave you breathless because it keeps going smoothly with one lips to another. It drives you crazy and calms you down at the same time.

When he releases the kiss and looks at you, he reads your eyes that you are not satisfied with this much. He touches his forehead with yours, "Can I stay here tonight?"

He will definitely fail in his exam but he doesn't want to fail with you.

So, you nod too and the kiss turns into making love and making love one night turns into 3 years of dating.

You keep on working as barista not worrying about life as you have the best boyfriend ever but he doesn't get a job yet which keeps making him anxious.

Four of your friends have gotten married already after graduating with you but he doesn't want to talk about starting a new life. His part time job doesn't go well neither he is good at doing business. He can sing well but that isn't giving him chances to earn enough money for both of you.

You keep worrying over starting a journey with him when on new years eve you kneel on one knee in front of him and ask for his hand in marriage with you in front of all of your friends, "Marry me."

His shocking face tells you everything but you smile because you know why he hesitates. Your life style and his were always different. He knows what hunger is where you don't understand what shoe to wear on each day. He used to save money forgetting about breakfast while you couldn't stop eating though you wanted to lose weight.

You never knew what saving was until last year when you decided to propose him on one knee saving some money for further time so he can still work on his songs. You wanted to support him until he gets something for himself though luxury was always your normal chore.

"Listen, I have enough for the two of us. I have joined a company too. From dad's help but I know you would never take dad's help. So, I am going to do for both of us until you reach your goals. So, marry me," you tell him as he makes you stand up.

He doesn't say anything, only keeps his head down not being able to meet your eyes.

"I don't want to get old and wonder I should have married you long ago. Living with you is not enough, Jongho. I want to be called wife by you everyday," you tell him touching your forehead with his.

"I am sorry for not being enough," Jongho says holding your hands tightly.

But you smile, "Don't say that and listen, I love to waste money, Jongho. But I won't love to waste the rest of our lives."

"I won't be able to give you a diamond ring," he says.

"I want you to make me walk on the aisle. I don't care if it's a diamond ring or paper ring," you tell him and pulls you for a kiss in front of everyone while helping you to insert the ring inside his finger.

Breaking the stereotype was nice and it was hard living like he lives.

But waking up next to him and watching him breath where divorce never come as an option was the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Putting the whole song in the au. Did you like it?

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[deadpuppetboi]

Goretober Day 11: Cluster

Angel is not a big fan of parties.

Even if they were his.

Angel despised large groups for reasons he couldn't properly convey to others.

Too many people huddled together, all in one location, with no way out. It didn't matter how huge the party or how vast the place was; it just made him anxious.

Today was one of, if not the most important days of his adolescence.

The months preceding up to it were spent planning, coordinating, and spending as much money as possible to throw the best birthday party ever. Or, in Angel's case, the finest Quinceaero he'd ever have because this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he couldn't pass up. The one day in his life that might pave the door for adulthood was thwarted by his overwhelming dread about what might happen next.

He was dressed in a white tuxedo with the color blue (his favorite color was black), and a light tint of makeup was applied to his face to mask his acne. Yet here he was, picking at them and hurriedly drying them off to escape the anguish that gripped his mind, body, and spirit. Two fingers pinching at random areas, forcing his skin out till the pus exploded like a rocket.

It was 10:46 p.m., not yet the conclusion of the party, and Angel was locked in the restroom, unsure whether he should spend the rest of the time there.

Thankfully, nothing has happened yet, but it hasn't stopped the adolescent from overthinking everything. From the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, he had kept them focused on everything that had happened since. From the food he ate to the suit he wore to the chapel to the party, and eventually every inch of this entire ballroom.

Everyone suspected he wanted to make sure everything was perfect, similar to how his mother did. But no one could see the teenager's paranoia, the reason he couldn't say anything without appearing nuts, so he relied on himself to make sure everything was done correctly.

However, the anxiety seemed to be getting to him, as another pimple popped and he hissed. As he turned the faucet and dipped his bleeding spot to fast dry off, the pain seemed like a slap in the face. His tired gaze shifted to the mirror in front of him, his reflection mirroring his tiredness from keeping up appearances all day till the party ended.

He'd done everything he could without fail, so today might as well be nothing, and he'd be secure for who knows how long.

A knock on the door, however, interrupted Angel's conflicting thoughts.

“Uh-yeah?”

“Angel, how long are you going to be in there? Everyone's waiting for you to open the present.”

Angel clicked his tongue, cursing himself before swiftly dressing himself. He made certain that anything bad was not just absent from his face, but also from his body language. He opened the door to reveal a young man dressed similarly to himself, but taller, with broad shoulders and relatively straight hair put back into a solid but tight ponytail.

Angel looked up at his older cousin with an apologetic expression, while Abel seemed dejected.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Contemplating whether or not I should just sleep the whole thing off on the toilet.”

Abel scoffed and rolled his eyes as he stepped to the side to allow Angel to pass through and follow him into the ballroom. The two simply paused as they walked across the carpeted carpet from below to the enormous entrances that brought them into the ballroom.

“You only get this day once, at least act like you can enjoy it.”

“I do like it.”

“Then stop staying away from everyone, you’re making yourself look bad.”

Angel sighed and clicked his tongue once more as they approached the huge doorway. He returned his gaze to his cousin, noticing something was wrong.

"What happened to your necklace?" Angel asked, observing Abel's usual symbol of a spiral had vanished.

"Ah, that?" Abel frowned at himself. "I had to put it away, the flash will catch onto the silver, and it'll ruin the entire picture."

“Ah, yeah, right, right.”

Angel gazed ahead through the glass entryway and paused, his gaze drawn to the vacant dance floor, where everyone was waiting for the birthday boy to arrive.

"Do you know what's in the present?"

Abel laughed as he shook his head.

"If I knew I wouldn't even bother to come get you."

Angel scoffed.

“Not even a hint?”

Abel smiled.

“Well, a little piece of me is in there, does that help?”

Angel laughed as well before getting himself together and putting on a respectable look before walking through the doors, Abel encouraging him with a pat on the shoulder. The deafening sound of hands hitting each other in various motions assailed Angel's ears immediately, forcing the entire ballroom to tremble violently. Angel struggled not to hide his ears and smiled as he strolled up to the dance floor, the cameraman approaching to examine him.

Among the applause came his parents, who both wished him well and thanked him for being such a good son. The adolescent thanked them and kissed them both before moving to the center of the dance floor. Now, out in front of everyone, the adolescent was preparing for his 'huge' present.

Angel covered his eyes to participate in the act, his ears picking up on the laughs and cheers from the audience. He only opened them when he heard his mother yell at him too. He set his hands down and gazed at the enormous present; anticipating it to be much smaller, he was surprised by its enormity.

The speaker summoned everyone's attention once more, bringing Angel to the forefront as the present was placed in front of him. Under the lights, a tall and slightly thin present covered in blue and white wrapping paper gleamed. It would have nearly blinded the adolescent if he hadn't grown accustomed to the lights as they were.

It was taller than him, possibly over six feet tall, and wide enough to resemble a grown man.

Angel quickly ran out of breath.

No way.

There was no way this was happening.

He couldn't have-

Angel could hear everyone encouraging him to open the present and see what was inside, while the music seemed to get louder with anticipation. But it was as if Angel couldn't hear the music, the cheers of the crowd, or even his parents' encouragement. All he could hear was his heartbeat, and his entire body was cold to the bone as he surveyed the entire scene.

He started looking around.

His little cousins ran around as others slept on fold-up chairs, his aunt and uncles cheered him on with their drunken laughter, and strangers he'd never seen or met before took out their phones to capture the event for themselves.

He appeared to be out of breath, one hand over his chest, the other shook slightly as it couldn't decide whether to stay down or reach over to open the present. Nothing else could get the adolescent to open the package because everything was so bright and so noisy.

But when he turned to look to his side, he noticed his older cousin standing on the far corner of the dance floor. Abel appeared concerned but kept his cool, mouthing some phrases for Angel to figure out for himself.

“Open,” he mouthed, “Open the present.”

Angel closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, calming his speeding heart and disordered mind.

Angel reached over, standing on his tippy toes, grasped the top of the present, and yanked it off with all the effort he could muster. The four strands of the gift immediately fell off, dropping in a heap on the dance floor, and Angel was surprised to see an even smaller present before him.

Everyone laughed.

Angel took a deep breath and laughed softly as he gazed around the room. He looked across to Abel, who appeared to be laughing as well, then shifted his gaze to motion Angel to continue unwrapping his present. Angel smiled confidently and continued unwrapping his present, displaying his newfound self-confidence.

Each layer was removed one by one, revealing an even smaller present wrapped in the same wrapping paper as previously. Nonetheless, Angel continued to open the presents until he was confident enough to realize that he had reached the final one.

It was a wrapped present that was roughly the size of a standard cardboard box. It looked like the ones used in moving firms, and Angel was familiar with them from utilizing them to build his cosplays. Angel wasted no time in reaching over and opening the final present to see what had been concealed from him for so long after hearing everyone cheer him on.

He virtually tore the top apart, his eyes wide with expectation as he leaned over to see inside, his entire body shivering with excitement.

Nobody could have witnessed what Angel saw at that moment. He had fully stopped for a moment, the pupils of his eyes shivering and the corners of his mouth twitching. He stepped back, dropping the top of the present, his formerly joyful countenance turning scared as he began to shiver from head to toe.

Before the box started moving, no one knew what to make of it.

Unexpectedly, the cameraman had moved over to investigate what was wrong, taking a look inside before responding similarly to Angel. Instead, he screamed, nearly stumbling over himself as he took a step back, a disgusted expression on his face. But before he could stop the video, everyone's gaze was drawn to the huge screen overhead, which displayed the cameraman's work.

Everyone soon began to shout as well.

A volcano-like eruption of tissue and cartilage erupted from within the box. Chunks of it fell over and broke the box apart, exposing the remainder of the partygoers to its molten and repulsive sight. It didn't appear human, but it did resemble one of the minor varieties, and as it crept out of its confinement, it instantly began to move over to Angel, who began to step back.

The adolescent turned to flee before the cluster of flesh and bones alike grabbed and tugged him. Angel shouted, but not as loudly as the other screams that erupted from everyone else in the enormous ballroom. Parents came to the doors, elders rushed to the doors, children wept, and staff fought to open the seemingly unopened doors.

Angel could hear his parents yell at him as they were engulfed by the turmoil, and as he struggled to lift himself up, he could feel fluids soak through his pricey suit, causing the delicate fibers to deteriorate from within. He pounded the thing, pierced where its eyes would be, and yanked at its foul clumps, but it didn't work.

But something caught his attention as he struggled to flee the creature's grip.

Something gleaming explodes from its dissolving skin, a hint of a silver swirl dazzling the lights above. Angel reached out, grabbed, and pulled the object away from the creature, eliciting a strangled whine in the process. Angel examined the necklace in his bloodied palm, his mind attempting to comprehend what it was before coming to a conclusion.

His eyes are drawn to the deformed figure of the monster, and he recognizes the strangling voice from earlier. His heart begins to beat faster, and his vision begins to blur with tears.

“Abel-”

A figure came near Angel, and despite his mind screaming at him not to look, he did. The adolescent held the spiral necklace close to his breast, near his pounding heart, and gazed across at the figure in front of him.

Abel stood in front of Angel and the monster, his smile wide and pleased, as the adolescent began to move his head from side to side.

“No—no—you didn't-”

'Abel' began to chuckle which quickly turned into a cackle, and before anyone knew it, it had turned into full-on hysterical laughing. His hands reached over to his face and began to pull it apart, like a fleshy suit, revealing the perpetrator behind the whole thing.

A man in a three-piece blue suit walked out into the terrified audience, his wings-tipped shoes tapping across the bloodied dance floor as if nothing was wrong. He lifted his hands in the air as everyone else turned their attention to him, leaving the fleshly remains of Abel lying on the ground. His face, twisted as it was, bore a big and proud smile that no one could match!

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," the well-dressed individual exclaimed, "You are in Laugh Is Fun!!!"

There was silence for a little moment.

Angel stared in fear at the strange man, his breathing becoming uncontrolled as he began to scream, his pleadings for the man to stop going unheard.

Angel could only watch in horror as he heard a distant chuckle.

Then that chuckle turned into a cackle.

Then that cackle turned into a howl.

And then…everyone laughed.

Parents laughed, elders laughed, children laughed, workers laughed, 'Abel' laughed, and even Angel's parents laughed.

They all laughed in strange unison for so long and so hard that their faces grew crimson, their bellies gripped, and their voices gave out from the sheer force of their laughter. Angel could only watch as laughing began to obscure his uncontrollable sobs, his body immobilized under the weight of what remained of his cousin, all he could do was stare at the man above him.

The man—no—monster who just laughed at him.

"Happy birthday, Angel!" It howled, still laughing, as it began to point out the hidden cameras from all across the ballroom.

All the time, it repeated that haunting chant that Angel would never forget, even after all these years.

“Laugh with us!”

“Laugh with us!”

“Laugh with us!”

[twilights-posts]

A Real Date (Fluff)

Summary: You and Jake mostly spend your time together in his place or with the pack. Today you want to go out.

Tags: fluff, fem!reader, Jakob Black, talking about the future

"Why don't we ever go out?", I ask Jake on his couch Wednesday afternoon. "What do you mean? We always hang out," he says, confused but focused on the TV. "It's not the same thing. Let's go on a date." He seems to realize I'm not going to let it go. "A real date?" Jake asks anyway. "A real date.", I assure.

Now we're in a cozy bistro, sitting on a bench in the corner, talking about how we should have recorded The Bachelorette. Jake claims he hates this show, but I know better. As our conversation dies down, I suddenly remember something I've been meaning to ask him for a while.

"What's your love language?", I ask with my mouth full of pizza. "Maybe not talking with food in your mouth." I flipped him off, even though I know he's right. After I audibly swallow (because he hates that too), I ask again. Jake just shrugs and looks around until his gaze lingers on the couple at table 9. They're probably in their 80s and wearing matching sweaters. The lady has ordered a red velvet cake for dessert, and her husband has ordered something that looks like pudding. The first thing she does is take a spoonful of pudding before even tasting her cake. He watches her enjoy the pudding and says something, to which she nods. He can't help but smile.

"I think that's my love language," Jake whispers in a rough voice. I just nod, trying not to get too emotional in a room full of people. "In that case, you'll have to let me have the first spoonful of your food. Always." "Only if you promise never to make me wear a matching sweater." He holds up his pinky. I hooked it. "Matching jackets, then."

A few bars of silence pass, and Jake asks me about my love language. "I wasn't sure about that, so I took an online quiz. Apparently, I'm a fan of words of affirmation. "I figured as much," he admits. …

"So, matching jackets and meals together. Do you have any other plans for our future?" "Quite a few." - "Let me hear them," he demands, dropping his fork.

"We'll have to watch Bachelorette until it's off the air." He just nods.

"We have matching helmets for the bike", I suggest slowly. He hates riding with a helmet on because apparently he's "not stupid enough to have an accident," but the thought of something happening to him scares me. I already bought the matching helmets for his birthday, so I hope he likes this idea. As expected, he grimaced, but said nothing more. I continued with renewed courage.

"We'll buy a house," I say quietly over my drink. My heart is pounding. We rarely talk about the future because we don't want to talk about the big elephant in the room. Jake didn't imprint on me, we fell in love. It wasn't easy, but it was worth it. My biggest fear is still that one day he will imprint on our waitress or a stranger on the beach and disappear. Then there would be no more "us."

He knows it. I know it too. The whole pack knows it, but it's been a while since anyone brought it up.

"What color do you want our house to be?", Jake seems to know what's going on. Somehow he always knows. "Blue." The color of hope. He nods, encouraging me to keep talking. "We're painting our bedroom walls red." - "No." "But white is boring," I exclaim. We discuss further and end up with a pastel purple.

"We have a truck the same color as our house," Jake says after a while. I nod with a big smile. In fact, I've been smiling the whole conversation. It's nice to know that he, too, can envision a future together. As we talk about our future home, the bistro gets emptier and emptier.

"What about kids?" he asks after he pays. As Jake helps me put on my coat, I picture myself pregnant in my mind. Pregnant with Jake's child. "Yeah, at least three." With a loud laugh, he follows me out of the bistro. "You want more than three kids?" "Mmm, let's make a pack. Just you and me.", I whisper and look up at him. At this point, I'm love-struck and smiling like an idiot with wet eyes. It's pretty late for Forks, the streets are empty, and we're being watched by the moon and the waiters behind us. Jake looks me in the eye, opens his mouth and closes it again.

"What?", I ask curiously. "It's just that… I wish I could tell my mom about you," he whispers, almost too softly for my ears.

[maybenotmei]

nail polish

there are things studying alone won't teach you. riddle finds that out himself after a gift from cater and a phone call from the prefect. (PLATONIC)

cross posted on ao3! link here

notes: riddle's mom is being all eeehh yk just kinda icky idk in here. yuu uses they/them but riddle assumes u as a guy (but yuu isnt genuinely confirmed to be so . just,,,,) and tons of gender expression confusion and internal conflict NONE OF ROSEHEARTS FAMILY'S BELIEFS BEFORE YUU PHONE CALL REPRESENT MY BELIEFS !!!!!

dedicated to @bucketofforks lets paint each others nails next time love <3

1940 words

the first time he heard about nail polish was when he saw it on his mom.

it wasn't anything special. it was a simple, glossy black nail polish that perfectly complimented all her outfits. it caught the little boy's attention as he looked back on his own nails, noticing how his nails looked different than his mom's.

he wondered if there was any harm in asking. it was a rare 5 minute break time, so there shouldn't be any harm in asking, right?

"mama," he began, approaching his mother. he grabbed her hand, looking at the color of her nails. "why are your nails black?" he asked, looking up at his mom. she chuckled at him. "it's because mama put nail polish on."

nail polish?

"can i put nail polish on myself too?" he asked, wondering if there was any other color he could put on his nails. he never understood what they were, but surely there's far more colorful options he can put on his nails, right? there has to be—

"preposterous! absolutely not! this is only for women," she retracted her hand from the hold of the younger boy's hands, crossing her arms. "and you're a boy. no boy should put nail polish on themselves!" her eyebrows furrowed as she put her palm on her forehead. "5 minutes have been over. study your book as much as possible until page 31, mama will be back."

riddle, at the time, didn't know why she got so mad at the question. as he was on the verge of tears, he went back to the dining table and opened his biology book. what did he do wrong? why is mama upset?

maybe it's for a good reason?

from that day forward, his mom never wore that same polish in front of him.

riddle's birthday came quicker than expected.

august, a warm month. students were walking left and right with ice packs, popsicles, ice cream, and even casting small cooling spells to cool themselves down. as housewarden, it was riddle's duty to not bother with the heat— he casted a cooling spell and walked around the dorm in the same old thick uniform.

quick steps were heard behind him. he stopped in his tracks and quickly turned his head to see a familiar, orange-haired, 3rd year briskly walk towards him. "you're lucky that doesn't count as running, cater." he crossed his arms as the third year slowed down, panting while bending down, bowing.

cater looked up, fixing his composure. "haha- oh, right! riddle! happy birthday!" he handed riddle the red pouch in his right hand as the housewarden held and took it. "if you plan to use them, make sure to send me a picture, kay?"

"ah, thank y— don't run in the halls!" riddle shouted, but cater was already gone.

he sat down on the chair by his desk, in his room. the time was nearing 8pm, and it was a couple of minutes after his party. the table and couch in his room were filled with presents— some were still wrapped by request... he'll open them later— but what really intrigued him was the pouch cater gave him.

it made a clacking sound when moved around or pressed on, and there also seemed to be a plastic bottle inside. he unzipped the red pouch from above and carefully placed the items on his desk.

"acetone... cotton? stamps? ...

...nail polish?"

carefully, he observed the oddly-shaped container. the miniature glass bottle had a white stick pointing up, and its glass was shaped in a rounded trapezoid. there were three colors of it— white, black, and a vibrant red that matched his hair color.

there was also a note inside the pouch. carefully, he placed the nail polish upright, beside the "acetone," and grabbed the note.

...

"heya riddle, happy birthday! i got these for you, tell me if you like it, kay? here's how to use them!"

instructions on how to use?

riddle read the note carefully, looking at the bottles and lifting them up. "apply nail polish layer by layer thinly," he held up a bottle, looking at its ever side. he twisted the white stick, before pausing.

"nail polish is only for women."

...mama said that, right? so why did cater gift him this when he was clearly a guy? is he not allowed— or rather, not supposed to wear nail polish?

makeup, hairstyles, and nail art. riddle hadn't had the chance to choose his own, as his mom controlled each aspect of it. she styled her little boy's hair the same way every day, applied the same products as he aged (not very visibly from the products though,) and forbade him from cosmetics and makeup as they were "only for girls." only during the entrance ceremony did his mom hesitantly put eyeshadow and brown, winged liquid eyeliner on him.

he had always stuck to the ideal that cosmetics were only for women, and under certain circumstances can he only wear makeup.

yet as he went to nrc, tons of his mothers ideals were conflicted as he saw the students of pomefiore. hell, not just pomefiore— everyone, even! most especially vil. why does he, and many others, wear those his mother had forbidden him as it didn't fit his "gender"?

he never had the time to think about those things after his friends had been banned from his home. he had never had time to think about his own "gender identity" either— if his mom called him a boy, he says he's a boy. he pushed away all the thoughts questioning himself if he truly felt that way too. he barely had time to think about himself. he had never had the time to contemplate on anything— he firmly believed that questioning the rules was a waste of time. he had to wear a specific style of makeup every day as dorm head? alright. that's fine. it is as the queen has said.

but why?

he understands it's for his own good. cosmetics would only slow down his progress.

yet...

vil spends hours on his own beauty. his nails are painted an equal, deep shade of purple, while his makeup is complex yet absolutely perfect. no matter how long his routine is, he makes an effort to come early and do things to perfection.

riddle works to perfection.

so why? cosmetics isn't affecting anyone in pomefiore. cosmetics aren't affecting anyone from his observations.

why?

why can't he wear nail polish?

...

picking up his phone, he dials a number.

"prefect, i'd like your opinion on something."

the prefect was not from this world.

they weren't very clear on their gender identity too. all they specified was "i'm not from this world," but if riddle had to made a guess, he would've assumed they were a guy. nrc is an all-boys school, after all.

the prefect didn't seem to mind whatever they were called as— she, he, they, it... it always made riddle wonder about the world they lived in before coming here. was it normal to be comfortable being called or being assumed a specific gender there?

the prefect enjoyed many things too. after the events of what happened with idia, the prefect spent time with vil quite often. sometimes, they'd walk out with colored nails that were darker (or lighter) than their skin tone, and it matched them perfectly— rather, it felt like it didnt even look painted at all. it intrigued him quite a bit— maybe he could do it too?

ah, but it feels weird to him as a guy to buy nail polish.

"haha, riddle, your mom was wrong on a lot of things. i guess i was right when i guessed she was also pretty conservative. unfortunately for the both of us, there are people like that in my world too."

conservative?

"it's as what vil said— beauty has no gender. it's a form of power— and not a sign of "weakness" of your masculinity, or however you want to present." the prefect replied from the other side of the phone. riddle stayed silent, looking over to the set of nail polish on his desk.

"nail polish won't affect your gender identity. it's okay— and if you need help with applying it, call me again, okay?"

riddle fell silent. he sighed, and smiled to himself. "thank you, prefect." he hung up the call and set it aside. he grabbed the bottle of red polish, shaking it, and twisting it open as the instructions said. he was hesitant— and god that smell was awful— but he truly wanted to try this out.

"start from the center," he grabbed the brush and dragged it on his nails, painting from the end to the tip of his nails. "and curve on both sides..."

a little bit of polish fell on his skin.

riddle quickly closed the bottle as he looked through the instructions, checking the part with the words "removal" underlined. "grab a cotton ball and put a bit of acetone..." he grabbed the bottle and cotton, pulled out some cotton and applied acetone to it, "and rub on the nail you wish to remove. if it fell on your skin, rub it with a cotton bud with acetone instead."

...

slowly but surely, he painted his left hand's nails completely.

the vibrant red stood out from his pale hands, making it the complete center of attention. specks of the polish fell on the corners— he quickly rubbed them out— yet all in all, it was good for his first time.

he waited for it to dry before grabbing the bottle with what was called a "top coat" of polish, and followed the same steps on the paper.

it felt... new.

the whole thing was new to him— despite being a 2nd year, he had no clue what and how to do something like this. it was only thanks to cater for the instructions and the prefect for...

...

the prefect... showed him a new perspective that day.

vil too maybe. he told the prefect that, and that led to the prefect telling him too.

he looked at the framed picture of the queen by his nightstand. her nails were painted a beautiful red— some nails had patterns and symbols on them. he turned to the picture of him and his mother— her mother wore a deep, shiny black that made a striking contrast to her skin tone. he never saw her wear the color again after he asked... was it his fault?

"mama," he mumbled.

...

he looked away from the frame and onto his nails once more.

he snapped a picture of the nails and sent it to cater. "is this good?" he texted, and cater's status quickly turned online— and he's already typing...

"omg?!

thats perfect riddle

esp for your first try"

"of course, i make sure everything i do is perfect."

he turned off his phone again and grabbed the same red polish, carefully starting on his right this time. slowly, carefully, and with precision.

maybe one day he'll add some details like the queen. maybe he'd ask the prefect to do them for him next time. what matters now is that he's truly enjoying what he's doing.

all the questions he wishes to ask can be asked later to the prefect or cater. it'll take a while as well to adjust to information conflicting with what he has known for a while, but for now, he needs to let his nails dry a bit.

the first time riddle had painted his nails was on his birthday.

"..."

"thank you, cater. thank you, prefect."

and it won't be the last.

[dragonmuse]

re: Izzy brain mazes, I adore the interlude where Izzy manages to talk Lucius around to going out in his tank top and is revealed to have been angling for a nude photoshoot. I'd love to read more about how Izzy thinks about Lucius's body - particularly that duality of Izzy being so utility-oriented by nature but exploring a visually artistic hobby like photography.

(ooooh anon I am not quite spicy tonight, but I am listing to starboard and just clear enough for coherency... probably. So away we go. The photo session here is too late in the timeline to be the one discussed in that ficlet, but allow me a little timey-wimey so Lucius can have his tat.)

Izzy chose photography because it seemed easy and adjacent enough to Lucius' interests to be a good strategic move. He could half-heartedly snap photos on his phone and let Lucius talk about artistic merit and that was fine.

Except, just like with Lucius himself, Izzy found himself unexpectedly seduced. To look through the world, a step removed, through glass, had given him the distance to find beauty in the horrid place. Laying on his back, phone in hand, waiting for some asshole, he saw a bird jet above him and it was easy as anything to press a button. To capture the movement of wings against the grey sky.

When Lucius talked him into buying a camera, a bulky monster with it's thick manual, it felt far more real. A thick bulky machine that fit perfectly in his hands and gave him all the excuse he needed to step back from conversation, from life itself and frame it the way he wanted.

When people started to wander into his frame, he figured that out more slowly. People were tricky, full of unexpected movement and unanticipated planes. Once he's successfully taken Teal's photos though, the flood gates opened. There were photoshoots at the Revenge itself, family pictures for Delly every year on Pickle's birthday, drag queens he'd never met emailed him now and again and sometimes he even took those jobs.

All that felt a little like a warmup for this. Nowhere exotic. Just his own bed, in his own place. His own lover spread across the sheets.

"Could you just stay like that for a second?" He asked.

"Mm?" Lucius blinked lazily at him.

"Just...stay."

"M'kay."

Izzy got his camera and kneeled on the mattress beside him.

"Right now?" Lucius' eyes snapped open. "Wait, I can-"

"Stay," Izzy said softly. "Please. You can close your eyes if you want."

"Thought you'd want me to pose or something," Lucius watched him warily, but didn't move.

"I want this. If I ask you to pose, you'll get all stiff and weird."

"Can't even see my dick," Lucius pointed out. "With the sheet and all."

"You're cock isn't the only thing that turns me on, even if that was what this was about," Izzy said absently, adjusting a few things on the camera.

"What is it about?"

"Can't explain it. You'll see."

It was definitely the first time Izzy had taken a picture while he was naked, let alone the subject, but it was hard to be uncomfortable all things considered. He chose carefully, framed each shot, took them as if he had precious film instead of a memory card. Eventually, Lucius started to drift again, probably despite himself.

They had woken up very early, a convenience in circadian rhythms that led to a sleepy rutting. Lucius had come home in the wee hours, tumbling into bed with a grunt, so it wasn't surprising that he was ready for round two of sleep.

His hair was mussed, flattened a bit on one side. His lips were parted ever so slightly. The way his head tilted showed off the long line of his neck and the curve of one shoulder. One hand rested on the sheet as if just about to shove it down or pry it up and over. Fabric gathered by his hip, just covering his modesty by the barest amount.

The cool early light of dawn painted shadows in interesting places as it sucked away the sharpness of color. It wouldn't look quiet black and white, but nor would it give the full story of the pale pink of his lips.

His other arm was extended towards Izzy's side of the bed. The hand open as if waiting to be filled. The dark stain of his tattoo was turned up to the hungry light.

The photos are easy enough to upload and edit, but Izzy leaves it for days. He wants time, wants to sit quietly with them and be alone in case they aren't what he expected.

He's hard on his own work, but he how can he be critical and the upturn of Lucius' wrist? The light dusting of hair on his chest? The sweep of his lashes against his cheek? This was not art that Izzy had made.

Camera is just an eye, he'd told Lucius once, and I'm always looking at you.

He chose his favorite, took care to balance the tone and the color. Left just the barest hint of it behind, enough so the subject didn't look carved from marble, but warm and alive against washed out sheets.

It was a little like a sketch with a soft pink blossom of a bite mark left on the shoulder.

He printed it out and left it on Lucius' pillow on the bed for him to discover that night.

"Heya, goblin!" Lucius called as he came in the door. Izzy looked up from his book as if he could just barely pull his attention away.

"Hey, pup."

"I'm going to get changed and then we can head out," Lucius swept by him, dropping down for a kiss then made his way way to the bedroom. "We shouldn't be late."

"Mm," Izzy agreed vaguely, listening closely.

He heard the second Lucius saw the picture, the sharp inhalation. Then the bedsprings as he sat down. Izzy waited. He couldn't bear to watch in case it wasn't good.

"This?" Lucius came back in the room a few minutes later, still in the clothes he'd come in with. And holding the photo. Very gingerly.

"Yeah," Izzy tossed the book aside.

"I thought you'd want a full on pinup situation," Lucius sat down beside him. Close enough for their thighs to touch. So not mad. Not even annoyed.

"We can do that too," Izzy shrugged. "But I just wanted...guess for you to see you like I see you. Like you do for me when you sketch me. Hell, when you sketch anyone. You make people look loved."

"I do?" Lucius asked, tentative and soft.

"You do," Izzy sighed. "You know you do. Not like I came up with that. That's what that reviewer said ages ago."

"No, I know, but it's different coming from you." Lucius stared down at himself. "I don't know how I look. It's hard to see the forest from the trees."

"Show it to Pete," Izzy suggested. "See what he thinks, huh?"

He'd meant later, but Lucius took out his phone right then and took a picture of the photo, sending it on.

"It would've been easier if you just wanted dick pics," Lucius muttered.

"Those I've got," Izzy reminded him.

"But I'm not a photographer," Lucius said wryly.

His phone pinged. He glanced down and then smiled. Tilted the message to Izzy.

Pete: ❤️❤️❤️ that's my husband. Wanna put that in my wallet.

"Might not shrink down that well," Izzy said amused. (Though later, he will carefully crop the photo down to just the beseeching hand, raise the contrast so the ring will shine golden, the fingers curved as if to keep it closer. That he will send to Pete without words in the email and he will, in fact, see it later in Pete's wallet).

"Maybe I should sketch you again," Lucius set the picture down carefully on the coffee table then turning to Izzy with a crooked grin.

"Any time, pup," Izzy slid a hand around his waist. "But I get a photo for every picture now."

"Oh do you?" Lucius raised his eyebrows.

"Mm. I do. Don't I?"

Lucius studied him for a moment, then nodded, "You do."

They make quite an album together as it turned out. But not just then. They were too busy being late to Frenchie's birthday party for that.

[yunhofingers-writes]

Let’s Play A Game- SeongSang

Note♥︎- Please I was working on this for a week..Special thank you to @tenelkadjowrites for giving me advice <3 and This is an early Happy Birthday for @multidreams-and-desires since i’ll be a bit busy for these past two days for my recital. I’ll give you something better if you don’t like this though ! also sorry for taking so long with an update for “Diary Fantasies” I was going through writers block.. comments will be nice please

Genre♡︎- Smut

Warnings/Tags♥︎- Degrading (slut), Master, Top! Hwa, bottom! Yeo, MXM SMUT, unprotected sex, choking, oral, dirty talk, rimming, Seonghwa got big dick syndrome, talks of restraints, and Yeosang has blonde hair and Seonghwa has black hair here

Pairing: Yeosang X Seonghwa

Word count♡︎- 1,973+

❥-Yeosang smiled as he applied the clear lip gloss to his lips. Seonghwa called him earlier, telling him he wants to play a game with him and telling him to dress pretty for him. Yeosang had on white, see through briefs with roses decorating them, a white choker that connected to his nipple clamps, and a long, white, high knee socks.

Now, Yeosang isn’t one to lose or back down from a challenge so he easily accepted it. He got dressed and sat on the bed, waiting for Seonghwa to get back from the shower.

He almost dozed off waiting for Seonghwa until he heard the bathroom door open. He sat up and looked at the way Seonghwa walked in with just a towel on. His eyes traveled to the water dripping off of his abs, his tiny waist, and the thick bulge that poked out of the towel.

“My eyes are here, baby.” Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa with wide eyes, licking his lips.

“I see.” Yeosang responded and got up doing a small spin. “I dressed up nice for you like you asked.”

Seonghwa felt himself twitch at the boy’s choice of ‘dressed up' and walked over to him, towel loosening up every step he took.

“Don’t you look gorgeous.” Seonghwa lightly traced the clamps, tugging once his finger reached the middle part. “You look so pretty, baby. Can I take a picture of you?” Seonghwa asked and Yeosang nodded, looking at Seonghwa with huge puppy eyes.

Seonghwa took more than one picture with Yeosang in different angles and different poses. He was going to continue until Yeosang had asked him what was the game he wanted to play.

Seonghwa stopped what he was doing and put his phone up only to get on top of Yeosang, attacking his lips with his. Yeosang noticed and snatched the towel from Seonghwa’s waist, throwing it to the side. Seonghwa bit Yeosang’s bottom lip, pulling away, stretching it. He squeezed his stomach in lightly at the faint touch of Seonghwa’s cock touching him.

Seonghwa smirked and got up, biting his lip at how Yeosang already had looked fucked out. His head turned towards the left, cock hard and leaking through his briefs, and his eyes were completely dazed.

Seonghwa wanted to ruin him.

Yeosang looked up at Seonghwa, ready to find out what the game was going to be.

Seonghwa finally answered Yeosang’s unanswered question.

“I want you to tell me your most dirtiest fantasy.” He kissed Yeosang’s belly.

That’s all he wanted? Yeosang wandered. They don’t usually have ‘kinky’ sex or anything, just the usual, casual sex. Nothing thrilling really and Yeosang really didn’t want to tell him his fantasy, specifically because it is.. nasty.

“Here’s where the real game began. I’m going to touch your pretty body as much as I want and where I want while you’re telling me. If you moan even once, you’ll have to tell me a different fantasy.”

“Wait, so even if i’m in the middle of the story and I moan-“

“You’ll have to switch to a different one.” Seonghwa finished

“And what if I win?”

“Then you’ll get my cock in any position you want.”

Yeosang blushed. He never knew Seonghwa had such a filthy mouth like this until now. He didn’t know how to react to it.

“What if I run out of fantasies?” Yeosang felt bad he kept questioning, but he needed to know.

Seonghwa smiled reassuringly .

“You’ll only have 3 tries, baby. If I win, you can’t cum tonight.”

Seonghwa is kind of enjoying this. He went out earlier with Wooyoung to go shopping and asked Wooyoung has Yeosang ever told him anything he likes during sex, because he noticed Yeosang seemed kind of bored with casual sex. He told Seonghwa that Yeosang really like sex games and lots of dirty talk so he spent the rest of the day learning different things about ‘dirty talk’ and different kind of sex games and his favorite has to be ‘oral dice’ he’s definitely going to try that.

Yeosang stopped to think about it and decided ‘fuck it.’ He agreed and laid down, waiting for Seonghwa to start.

Seonghwa took a deep breath before starting. He palmed Yeosang through his briefs, squeezing him lightly to tell him he’s ready for him to start.

Yeosang's breath hitched before he could start. He closed his eyes, feeling Seonghwa’s hand rub up and down his torso.

“I’ve had this one dream.” He swallowed, hips jumping up when Seonghwa pinched his nipple. “Y-you were u-uhm, you were saying all of these dirty things to me.” He was almost done. He’s going to win on his first try.

“Mhm what dirty things, baby?” Seonghwa rasped, tugging at the nipple clamps making Yeosang moan out loud. “Aw, I really wanted to know what dirty things I was telling you, baby. Oh well, I'm sure that you have something else in that pretty, dirty mind of yours.” Seonghwa smirked and Yeosang frowned. He wanted to win on his first try.

He’s going to win this time, he’s determined. He calmed his nerves and straightened his back.

“I’m starting again.” Seonghwa warned before touching Yeosang’s inner thighs, lightly.

“I once daydreamed at work, thinking about how big your cock is.” He bit his lip, stopping the moan from coming from his throat at the way Seonghwa finally pulled his cock out of his briefs.

“Y-your hands were holding my hands down above my h-head and you were f-fucking my mouth.” He finished with a deep breath.

Seonghwa looked up at Yeosang with a dark gaze.

“Tell me, what was I saying to you? Was I whispering filthy things to you while you took my cock? Seonghwa asked before taking Yeosang full.

Yeosang moaned loudly, feeling Seonghwa’s mouth on his cock. He thrusted his hips up, wanting more. Seonghwa pulled up and laughed at him

“Everytime we get to the good part, you end up moaning, baby.” He teased and Yeosang threw his head back, upset that Seonghwa’s mouth isn’t on him anymore.

“That’s not fair, you literally put your mouth on me.” He whined and Seonghwa just smiled at him.

“I said I'll touch wherever and however I want , didn't I? He tilted his head and Yeosang rolled his eyes.

“Aww baby, are you sad that you’re finally losing?” Seonghwa pouted at him.

“I won’t lose.” He told Seonghwa, licking his hand only to rub Seonghwa’s cock twice, biting his lip at the deep groan Seonghwa let out.

“We’re playing like that? Okay.” Seonghwa cracked his neck and got on top of Yeosang, leaning down by his ear. “Same rules except this time you have to tell me everything I've said to you in the second fantasy.”

Yeosang shivered at Seonghwa’s words, breathing heavily at the intense moment in the air. He had to think about what story was the first one for a moment.

He took another deep breath. Now this time is his time to win. He’s going to win.

“You were calling me degrading names.” Yeosang felt Seonghwa take off his briefs. “You said I looked pathetic, thrusting in the air trying to feel friction.” Yeosang’s breath hitched when Seonghwa licked his hole with his flat tongue, but he continued anyway. “Y-you called me a nasty slut and came down my throat.” He finally finished.

Seonghwa hummed and added a finger inside of him. “You won, baby.” He smiled at him and turned his finger inside of yeosang. “You can have me anyway you want.”

Yeosang moaned loudly, happy that he could now make noise. His hands went down to rub his cock, he yelped the moment Seonghwa’s hand made contact with his hand.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself, slut?” Seonghwa almost growled out, adding another finger inside of him.

Yeosang whined at the words that left his throat. He wants to hear more of that. Seonghwa sounded so fucking good like that, growling, voice deep in his dom tone.

Seonghwa scissored Yeosang’s hole with his two fingers. Yeosang’s moans were like music to his ears. Listening to Yeosang’s moans could make him bust right there.

“You sound so fucking hot.” He took a dramatic pause just to thrust his two fingers inside of the blonde and groaned at the way Yeosang whined. “Taking my fingers like a good boy.” He smirked.

Yeosang threw his head back and tugged with his nipple clamps . “Y-yes, i’m your good boy, master.” The word slipped out almost too fast for him to catch it. His fast turned a deep pink color, embarrassed that he let that out.

Seonghwa paid no mind to it and added another finger. “Once I finish prepping you, you can have master any way you want, baby. I’ll even choke you since you like being choked. Even if it’s not with my cock.” Seonghwa licked his lips at the thought of choking Yeosang with his cock.

He curled his finger inside of Yeosang, chuckling darkly. Yeosang wailed loudly, his cock now red and angry.

“I-I’m ready, Seonghwa. Just please.” He begged and Seonghwa tsk’ed.

“I’m sorry, who?”

Yeosang blushed and looked down at Seonghwa. “M-master, I'm ready to take your cock.”

Seonghwa curled once more before taking his fingers out of Yeosang, cleaning them on the bed.

“How do you want me, baby?”

Yeosang thought about it before smiling at Seonghwa. “I want to ride you.”

They quickly switched positions after hearing that. Seonghwa was holding his cock in place so Yeosang can slide down. Yeosang slowly slid down, his ass facing Seonghwa with a small shudder. His body went limp when Seonghwa bottomed out inside of him. Seonghwa groaned and held on to Yeosang’s hips tightly.

Yeosang just stayed there for a minute or two before he decided he was ready to move. He placed his hands on Seonghwa’s shin and began bouncing.

Seonghwa slapped Yeosang’s ass hard, biting his lip at the sight in front of him. He watched the way Yeosang’s ass bounced in front of him, the way his cock disappeared in Yeosang.

“G-god, baby.. come on, you move faster.” He teased, gripping Yeosang’s ass hard. That’s definitely going to leave a mark there if his hand for a while.

“Y-you’re so big.” Yeosang moaned.

He slowed his movements down just to tease Seonghwa a bit.

Clearly, that worked.

Seonghwa growled and grabbed Yeosang by his neck, bringing him down on his chest a little harder than intended. His worries stopped when Yeosang clenched tightly around him.

Seonghwa propped his feet up before wildly bucking into Yeosang, panting into his ear. “You’re so warm, baby.” He bite Yeosang's ear. “You must really like being choked and manhandled, baby. You’re clenching so tight around master..”

Yeosang reacted with a whorish moan. His eyes rolled in the back of his head.

Seonghwa tugged at Yeosang’s nipple clamps harshly with his other hand.

Yeosang sinfully grinded down once more, before cumming unexpectedly. Seonghwa gasped loudly, not expecting that. He fucked into Yeosang faster, close to cumming.

“W-where do you want it?” He rasped in Yeosang’s with his deep voice and Yeosang drooled, telling him to cum inside of him.

Seonghwa bucked into Yeosang a few more times before finally painting Yeosang’s insides with a moan of Yeosang’s name.

Yeosang got up slowly, moaning at the overstimulation and turned towards Seonghwa and sat in his torso. Seonghwa’s hand wrapped around Yeosang’s body and hummed.

“Did I satisfy you, Angel?” Seonghwa asked and Yeosang nodded happily.

“Yes, It felt so good. I didn’t know you talked dirty.”

“Me either, until I saw how my voice clearly affected you.”

Yeosang looked away.

“Can we talk about your master kink?” Seonghwa teased and Yeosang smacked his chest and hid his face between Seonghwa’s pecs.

“Let’s go get cleaned up.”

End

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[ch1giri]

What would the Blue lock boys wear

Characters: Isagi Yoichi, Bachira Meguru, Chigiri Hyoma, Kunigami Rensuke, Nagi Seishiro, Reo Mikage, Niko Ikki, Rin Itoshi, Hiori Yo, Kenyu Yukimiya

Note: I don't know why this took me so long? Like bad shitty boards were made, tears were shed. But I finally did it and I hope you will like it!

Isagi Yoichi

• Okay I feel like he doesn't care about fashion. He would most likely wear any graphic tee and some jeans.

• When it gets cold he prefers to wear oversized sweaters, he just feels super comfortable in them

• He likes to wear muted colors, especially blue although I think that dark olive green would suit him so good

• And yes, he will let you steal his clothes because he thinks you look way better in them

• He is way more into sneakers, like I said he doesn't know that much about fashion. But he doesn't mess around when it comes to sneakers. Since his taste is so basic. Isagi really appreciates when you buy him some clothes because he really likes your taste.

Bachira Meguru

• Bachira's mother sews his clothes, she started doing it when he was young and just didn't stop

• He loves wearing baggy pants, you know those jeans that look like you took a bunch of different jean fabric and just sew everything together to make one pair of jeans? Yeah, those look so good on him

• Color block tees look great on him, he can play with colors so well because he doesn't care that much about his clothing, if his mother is happy so is he.

• If you like to sew he would definitely ask you to make him something. And when you do he wouldn't want to take it off.  Also, please, please make him a bucket hat or a froggy hat, it would look so cute on him

Chigir Hyoma

• Chigiri's sister helped him develop his fashion sense. His outfits look effortlessly good, but that just comes with his confidence.

• He likes wearing turtlenecks and long coats, he sticks to warm colors and mixes them with black checkered pants would look good on him too.

• Chigiri trusts your judgment and lets you pick out some stuff for him, and if you want he can return the favor

• Hear me out folks wouldn't Chigiru look stunning with rings? Like just imagine he probably has the prettiest hands and when he puts on his rings? Game over

Kunigami Rensuke

• This one is a given, but it needs to be said. Kunigami would wear athletic clothing. And you can't complain because it looks so good on him. He prefers Adidas over Nike or any other sports brand for that matter

• You could always ask to pick out an outfit for him and he would humor your request

• But since we know Kunigami likes to play fair, you have to let him choose an outfit for you. There is no reason to doubt him! Kunigami has an older sister so that must mean he will do a good job! Right?

• Well kinda, he tried his best but he mixed two patterns that DO NOT go well together, you still wear it though because you love him.

Nagi Seishiro

• Would look effortlessly good in anything pt.2 expect he actually doesn't put in any effort, like at all. Nagi just shoves his hands in his closet and what comes out is his outfit for the day.

• But they always manage to look good? Probably because everything in his closet is either white, black or grey.

•  Although he does have this one baby blue tee that you bought him and that's the only piece of clothing he genuinely likes or tries to make an actual outfit out of. He can be soft like that

• When you ask him if something looks good on you he would always say: "You could wear a trash bag and I would still think you are the most beautiful person ever, legit."

Reo Mikage

• Ever since he was a child he was taught that clothes make a man. It was super important that people know he comes from a well of family

• He never grew out of that habit, Reo always looks sharp and overdressed. Standing next to him makes you feel super awkward sometimes

• But not to worry, he makes sure that your closet is full of fancy clothing in case you to go out to some overpriced restaurant

• I feel like he owns a lot of suits, he is really trying to broaden his horizons by wearing streetwear. And when I say streetwear I mean Supreme or something along those lines.

Niko Ikki

• E boy alert! No but really, he used to dress like this way before it became a thing. He likes layering his shirts, and letting his socks be seen a bit

• Buy him happy socks and you can watch him internally struggle on what to do. Like he loves you and wants to wear them, but Jesus, why did they have to be bright yellow that's gonna destroy his whole look.

• In the end he will wear them just not that often

• Niko has a lot of chains! He hooks them to his jeans and sometimes he wears them around his neck. You can always take him shopping with you and trust his amazing eyes to help you pick out the perfect items

Rin Itoshi

• Exclusively wears black and white. Acts like any other color is poisonous, the white he has in his outfits is just in the details

• Like Chigiri, Rin looks amazing in checkered pants, and his closet is full of turtlenecks, black office shirts and polo shirts.

• He enjoys wearing long coats. This dude always looks like a model and you feel like one next to him. Rin always wears a watch that you bought him for one of his birthdays, he sees it as a good luck charm although he would never tell you that.

• Buy his something red, please! It can be something with just red details, so he can get used to some color, but red would look absolutely amazing on him!

Hiori Yo

• Hiori has a collection of overalls and baggy sweaters. He dresses like those soft boys you see on Pinterest.

• I feel like yellow and purple suit him really well, he doesn't wear that much black and leans more towards softer colors.

• However, that doesn't mean he wouldn't look breathtaking in something that is viewed more as masculine like a suit.

• You guys are the perfect couple! If you have a darker aesthetic, you two are the perfect picture of opposites attract. If you happen to have the same soft aesthetic as him, you guys would be the cutest couple ever like you could easily become internet famous.

Kenyu Yukimiya

• You can't convince me that he doesn't dress like a kpop idol. He was stopped multiple times by some random teenagers asking him what group was he in.

• And you can't hide the little ping of jealousy everytime that happens. Like you know your boyfriend is attractive. So can they stop asking him to shake their hand

• One girl asked you to take a picture of her and Kenyu, and you just had to do it with a smile, the minute you gave her the phone back tho you kissed Kenyu in front of her. Don't worry he thought it was cute

• Kenyu loves it when you wear his sweaters, he showers you in compliments all the time. But when you happen to wear his sweater the compliments double

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 05.02.21

Original Post Date:  05/02/21 at 10:35AM  EST

This past week has been a long one for me.   I’m still in the running for the new job which I am really happy about, and quickly approaching my vacation time I put in.  I secretly have a feeling , that I’m going to find out about my status for the job that I got it on on my vacation.  So I can put my notice in my first day back.  I have done the best I can for that place.  It’s time for me to see what else is out there.   I’ve given it more than enough time and to improve and worked as hard as possible.  

Here’s what I have posted in the past ten days or so in case tags have been suspect:  

The Meet:  Chapter 2:  The Double Date Mistake

Fast Forward:  Birthday fic One Shot:   Ri-Liamo de Bergerac

Mia’s 🌎 World: Special:  Pop’s 🌎 World

So amazingly I do have some new stuff for you all,  most of it written yesterday so don’t judge.  

Down Low

The Meet: Chapter 3

The Book:  TRR

Pairing:  Liam x Jilian  (Liam x F!OC)  Leo x Bebe? (Leo x F!OC) 

Status:  Still in the Writing Process

Bebe had found really cheap VIP tickets to Goodnights  Comedy Club, for a weekend activity for her and Jili. There was just one caveat.  They just couldn't be used  for a high profile act.

"Maxwell Beaumont? We've never even heard of him. He doesn't even sound like he would be funny."

"Worse comes to worse Jili we get a meal and some drinks, and I'll heckle the guy. We got $100 tickets for $25 each."

“When you say it like that… really not bad.”  

When they announced him, Maxwell ran out on stage. Right off the bat, one could tell Maxwell had incredibly high energy.

He smiled at the audience.

"I know this club is jam packed for the discounted tickets, and not because of my name. So if you don't think I'm funny, remember this: Your cheap ass got what you paid for. You have only yourself to blame."

There was a soft smattering of laughter throughout the venue.  

“He’s right.”  Bebe chuckled.  

By the end of Maxwell's set the whole audience was cackling and laughing at his side splitting  jokes.

"I'm so glad we decided to go to this comedy show.  This  was hilarious! This guy is going places."

"Your show was hilarious Maxwell." both said to him as they posed for a picture.

"Please call me Max. Thank you so much ladies. I am so glad you took a chance and came out tonight."

He was definitely going to be famous someday.

"We got to book a rideshare so we can get home."

"No we don't. I have us a ride already."

A black SUV pulled up to the curb, and Leo jumped out.

"Good evening ladies.”

Leo opened the passenger side door and back door for the ladies to get in the car.

Bebe let Jili get in the back first.

Leo saw her smile.

"C'mon chivalry ain't dead. Who have you been hanging with Bebe that made you think it was?"

"So what are you doing here?" Jili inquired.

Before Leo could speak, Bebe answered for him.

"Leo was in the neighborhood. He was generous enough to offer us rides home."

“Okay.  She raised her eyebrow at the two of them.  Something was up between them.  Jili knew it.

"I'd better be getting a ride tonight too." He mumbled under his breath.  His attention turning to Bebe as his fingertips ghosted her bare leg.

Her eyes met his. She winked and gave a subtle nod in affirmation.

Leo's smile widened.

Derby Girl

The Life of Riley: Book 2

The Book: TRR

The Pairing: Liam x Riley

Status: Still in the writing process

Riley thumbed through the racks.

"If I may?  I did notice his eyes fall on this dress here.  It looks to be your size, and that color would look like heaven on you."

"Pink is my favorite color."

"Then you should try it on."

 Deena, had made the palace boutique an oasis for Riley.

Riley tried on the dress staring at herself in the mirror.

"His face is going to be just as pink as that dress when he sees you. That dress was made for you. And since you're going to the derby try this as well."

She gave Riley a white hat.

The hat didn't quite stay on.

Riley laughed. "Big hair goals and hats don't generally mix."

Deena laughed.  "This is true. I think Dolly Parton said it best, if someone tells you your hair is too big. Get rid of them, you don't need that kind of negativity in your life!"

"That's a plan!"

Riley decided though to be the "Derby Girl" for the day she would straighten her hair.

Birthday Celebration

Mia’s 🌎 World Special: A Birthday Fic

The Book:  TRR x The Freshman

The Pairing: Mia x Jaiden (TRR MC x M!OC)  / Chris x Emily

Status: Still in the writing process

“I know I shouldn’t feel a little upset about this, but I kind of am Emily.  How do I tell him that?”  

“He’s really close to his family Mia.  Some people only wish they had that kind of relationship with their parents.  My Grandmother raised me and losing her was really hard.  I wish I had a positive relationship with my parents like he does, and like you do, but I don’t.  And besides, he asked you to be a part of the tradition he does with his family.  That says a lot Mia. I think you should focus more on that part. You should let this one go and let him have this, and just do this for him.”

“I know.  That’s a big deal, I get it.  He wants me to be a part of something he’s only done with his family.”  

“And he wants to do Karaoke this weekend?”  

Mia laughed.  “Yes, that's how he wants us to celebrate his birthday.  I already have a song picked out for him.”  

“It’s something adorably sweet isn’t it?”

Mia smiled.  

“It is.  And you’re singing backup for me.”

“You two.  I swear you are so disgustingly cute sometimes.”        

“Oh you’re the one to talk.  You and Chris wore matching tee shirts when we all went to six flags.”

“So we wouldn’t lose each other.”  

“There’s two of you, how the hell can you lose each other?!?!?!?!”  

“Well…..it made sense when he bought the shirts and told me that.”  

[leiteemanuelle79]

Why yellow is the color of originality in the Karate Kid Universe

This is the part III of a post called "Color Theory in the Karate Kid Universe"

Alright, I really didn't expect to be doing a third part of this color thing, in fact, it was all supposed to be one post, but the more I write the more ideas come to my mind, and the more I watch, the more I realise new things, so I'll be analysing the color yellow and its meaning in Karate Kid and Cobra Kai.

First Impressions

The first time that we see yellow with a certain signifance is in a shirt Daniel is wearing under a blue flannel, in that same day he washes Mr. Miyagi's cars for the first time, and later in the movie he gets the first car he washed as a birthday gift, so it might not seem so important, after all the first apperance of the color is only the 50th minute of the movie.

But when we look at Cobra Kai, we see it appear way more. Starting by the oppening title.

Gangs

As the red and blue, I think it's another way to shows teams, and who is with whom. On episode two of season one, we have the oppening title yellow, with a red background, and when Miguel goes to school he's wearing a "shy" red, which is basically a dark red, with a grey shirt under it, meaning he's unconfortable and wants to blend in. When he sits with Demitri and Eli (binary brothers... Sorry couldn't contain myself) they are dressed in yellow tones, espeacially Demitri, which I think means they're both in the same side. Yasmine is also wearing yellow, and it's almost the same yellow that Demetri is, which I think could be a clue for the fact that they would be together later. Samantha is wearing blue though, and so is Kyler, who is wearing white too, but he has a black hat, which could be refrence to him being a bad person in the mind, or just a refrence to Johnny as I metioned in the first part.

When I first started thinking about this, I thought that yellow was Miguel's color, here's why:

He wears it A LOT, definetly more than the other characters, but when I was looking for these images, I realised that from S2E3 to S3E4, he didn't wear yellow at all, he mostly wore red (which shows the influence that Johnny has on him), sometimes blue (which shows that he's not completly Johnny) and he also wore a lot of black (which shows Kreese's influence, even though he was the student that bought Kreese's act the least, he still listened to him.)

Not to mention the fact that in season 1 episode 7, he takes Johnny's advice and acts like him, while Johnny takes Miguel's advice and does things his way, which is shown in their clothes (last picture above), and at first it seemed to me that yellow is Miguel's way of doing things, since red is Johnny's.

Originality

Untill that moment I was really confused, 'cause I saw some other characters such as Hawk, Tory, Robby and even Armand waering it, but not Miguel, I couldn't see a pattern at that point, but there were two scenes that made it very clear.

On the episode five of the third season, right after Johnny's trials of making Miguel walk again fails, he's wearing yellow, but after the concert where he moves his foot, he's back with red and black, until eight episode of the same season, Miguel wears yellow again, right after fighting with Johnny, and that was the thing that caught my attention. Whenever Miguel wasn't quite on Johnny's side, or anyone else's he wore yellow, but still I thought that that was his color.

The thing that really made me see it, was with Hawk. In the episode nine of season three he wears yellow, they go to the zoo to steal the snake, and he ends up seen as "not so cool" since Robby was the one that got it, after that he goes to Daniel's house to beggin what would be the big fight of the season, and he's wearing a red jacket, to show strength, but inside he's still wearing yellow, which means he still has some Eli inside, and that makes yellow the color of orginality, it's when you're being truly yourself.

As you can see in Tory's example, she's at home, so she's totally "comfortable", or at least she's not trying to show anyone anything, and Armand is completly comfortable, after all he doesn't have any manners when eating. But what about Sam and Robby?

Feeling lost

Here's when I noticed that things weren't that simple, in Sam's case, she wears yellow right after seeing Kyler being a bully, so she's confused. Robby is clearly confused, after all he starts the scene not wanting anything to do with his father, then accepts his help, but soon gets mad at him. Hawk doesn't wear it because he's confident enough, that was right after he started realising what he was becoming, we see that throughout the whole season, but he's still resisting, he still wants to stay in that "cool" position, we see that as he tries to hide the "Eli he has inside" by wearing a red jacket.

I think that yellow is only the color of originality for characters who haven't found who they truly are yet. If we look back at the Red vs. Blue thing, we'll see that not only red means more ofense, and blue means more defense, but blue is Daniel's true self, and red is Johnny's true self, of course that they wear different colors some times to show the things I said, but not only things usually doesn't go that well, but they act differently then the usual, so Johnny's originality is red, and Daniel's is blue, but these other character don't know yet.

The logo

That's why I think that Cobra Kai chose yellow to be the title color, this show is telling us, that this rivality is makes no sense, and the new characters are trying to find their own identities, even if they use the help of pre-existing concepts, they still gotta search for themselves.

Now, you may say that this is all bullshit, and the only reason for the show to have the title yellow is because the Cobra Kai original logo is yellow, but I disagree, because at the end of every episode we see a dark silver Cobra Kai logo instead of the yellow, black and red one, which I think means the new perspective Johnny is about to discover: Cobra Kai is very dark, and bad in general.

As I've said before, this is all just theories and I would love to hear the opinion of people who disagree.

Peace! :)

[thewidowsghost]

Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 3

Percy's POV

Confession time: I ditch Grover as soon as we get to the bus terminal.

I know, I know. It was rude. But Grover is kinda freaking me out, looking at me like I am a dead man, muttering, "Why does this always happen?" and "Why does it always have to be the sixth grade?"

Whenever he gets upset, Grover's bladder acts up, so I'm not surprised when, as soon as we get off the bus, he makes me promise to wait for him, then makes a beeline for the restroom. Instead of waiting, I get my suitcase, slip outside, and catch the first taxi uptown.

"East One-hundred-and-forth and First," I tell the driver.

A word about my mother, before you meet her.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she's the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck. Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

The only good break she ever got was meeting mine and (Y/n)'s dad.

We didn't have any memories of him, just this warm sort of glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile. Our mom doesn't like to talk about him because it makes her sad; she has no pictures.

See, they weren't married. She told us he was rich and important, and their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Lost at sea, my mom had told us. Not dead. Lost at sea.

She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her high school diploma, and raised me and my twin on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once. But I knew I wasn't an easy kid.

Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colors as a world-class jerk. When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. The guy reeked like moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.

Between the two of us, we made my mom's life pretty hard. The way Smelly Gabe treated her, the way he and I got along...well, when I came home is a good example.

I walk into our little apartment, hoping my mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN. Chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's Mom and (Y/n)?" I wonder aloud.

"Your mom's working," he says. "You got any cash?"

That was it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

"I don't have any cash," I toll him.

"Here," comes a voice, holding out a ten to the man.

Instantly, a smile sneaks its way onto my face.

"Hey, Perc," my twin sister says with a smile.

(Y/n)'s POV

I grab my brother's suitcase and carry it into his room; I set it down on the bed.

"You wanna come sit in my room?" I ask and Percy nods, a smile still on his face.

I lead the way to my room and when I open the door, Percy sinks into my desk chair.

"Percy?" comes our mom's voice.

She opens my bedroom door.

Our mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change color in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She's got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it's like she's seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Percy or Gabe.

"Oh, Percy," she hugs her son tightly. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas.

Percy's POV

Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She'd brought me a huge bag of "free samples," the way she always did when I came home.

We sit together on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed. While I attack the blueberry sour strings, (Y/n) stealing a few pieces of candy from the bag, Mom runs her hand through my hair and demands to know everything I hadn't put in my letters. She doesn't mention anything about my getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing all right? The whole time, (Y/n)'s eyes were sparkling with amusement.

I tell Mom she is smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her and (Y/n).

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?"

I grit my teeth.

My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should've been married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake, I try to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I tell her I'm not too down about the expulsion. I'd lasted almost the whole year this time. I'd made some new friends. I'd done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn't been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convince myself. I start choking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

Until that trip to the museum...

"What?" my mom asks. Her and my sister's eyes tug at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. "Did something scare you?"

"No, Mom."

I feel back for lying. I want to tell her about Mrs. Dodds and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I think it'd sound stupid.

Mom purses her lips. Both she and (Y/n) could tell I was holding back, but neither push me.

(Y/n)'s POV

"I have a surprise for both of you," Mom says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin."

"When?" I ask excitedly.

Mom smiles. "As soon as I get changed."

I can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in my doorway and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

"I've got it," I offer, rising from the bed and walking out into the kitchen to make the dip for Mom.

An hour later, we are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch me and Percy lug Mom's bags to the car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her cooking - and most importantly, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, you two," he warns us as I load the last bag. "Not one little scratch."

Like we'd be the ones driving. We're twelve. But that didn't matter to Gabe. If a seagull so much as pooped on his paint job, he'd find a way to blame us.

We get into the Camero, me in the passenger's seat, and Percy in the back.

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of the Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half-sunken into the dunes. There is always sand in the sheets and spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

Percy and I love the place.

We'd been going there since Percy and I were babies. Our mom had been going even longer. She never exactly said, but I knew why the beach was special to her. It was the place she'd met mine and Percy's dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turning the color of the sea.

We arrive at the cabin, open all the cabin windows, and go through our usual cleaning routine. We walk on the beach, feed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and much on jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work.

I guess I should explain the blue food.

See, Gabe had once told Mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a small thing at the time. But ever since, Mom had gone out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - alone with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - was proof that she wasn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells us stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write when she gets enough money to quit the candy shop.

Finally, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what was always on our minds when we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure that she was going to tell us the same things she always said, but neither Percy and I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom says. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, two. You have his black hair, you know, Percy, and you both have his green eyes."

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you, Percy, (Y/n). He would be so proud."

Percy's POV

I wondered how she could say that. What's so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of the school for the sixth time in six years.

"How old were we?" I ask. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But...he knew us as a baby."

"No, honey. He knew I was expecting twins, but he never saw you two. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow. A smile.

(Y/n) and I had always assumed that he had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, we'd always felt it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I realize I feel angry at my father. Maybe it was stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom. He'd left us, and now we are stuck with Smelly Gable.

"Are you sending me away again?" I ask her. "To another boarding school."

She pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey." Mom's voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. (Y/n) bows her head, looking at the ground and Mom's eyes well with tears.

Mom takes my hand and squeezes it tight. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

Her words remind me of what Mr. Brunner had said - that it was best for me to leave Yancy.

"Because I'm not normal," I say.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, Percy. But you don't realize how important you are. I thought Yancy Academy would be far enough away. I thought you'd finally be safe.

"Safe from what?"

She meets my eyes, and a flood of memories comes back to me - all the weird, scary things that had ever happened to me and (Y/n), some of which we'd tried to forget.

During third grade, a man in a black trench coat had stalked us on the playground. When the teachers threatened to call the police, he went away growling, but no one believed (Y/n) when she'd told them that under his broad-brimmed hat, the man only had one eye, right in the middle of his head.

Before that—a really early memory. I was in preschool, and a teacher accidentally put me down for a nap in a cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I'd somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

In every single school, something creepy had happened, something unsafe, and I was forced to move.

I know I should tell my mom about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodds at the art museum, about my weird hallucination that I had sliced my math teacher into dust with a sword. But I can't make myself tell her. I have a strange feeling the news would end our trip to Montauk, and I don't want that.

"I've tried to keep you as close to me as I could," my mom says. "They told me that was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy—the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just...I just can't stand to do it."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask, a little confused.

"Not a school," she says softly. "A summer camp."

My head starts spinning. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around long enough to see me and Percy be born - talk about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," she said, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I—I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying good-bye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp.

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression that if either of us ask her any more questions, she would start to cry.

I have a weird, vivid dream. It is storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse, and a golden eagle are trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swoops down and slashes the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse rears up and kicks at the eagle's wings. As they fight, the ground rumbles and a monstrous voice chuckles somewhere and beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder.

I run towards them, knowing I have to stop them from killing each other, but I am running in slow motion. I know I am too late. I see the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I scream, No!

I wake with a start.

Outside, it really is storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There is no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom and Percy wake. Mom sits up, eyes wide, and says, "Hurricane."

I know that's crazy. Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seems to have forgotten. Over the roar of the wind, I hear a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that makes my hair stand on end.

Percy's POV

Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice - someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mother springs out of bed in her nightgown and throws open the lock.

Grover stands framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he isn't . . . he isn't exactly Grover.

"Searching all night," he gasps. "What were you thinking?"

My mother looks at me in terror - not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come.

"Percy," she says, having to shout to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

I am frozen, looking at Grover. I can't understand what I'm seeing, and I see (Y/n) looking at my friend.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yells. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

I am too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I am too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover doesn't have pants on - and where his legs should be . . . where his legs should be . . .

Mom looks at me sternly and talks in a tone she'd never used before, and (Y/n) flinches: "Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammer something about the old ladies at the fruit stand and Mrs. Dodds, and my mom stares at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabs her purse, tosses me and (Y/n) our rain jackets, and says, "Get the car. All three of you. Go!"

Grover runs for the Camero - but he isn't running, exactly. He is trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs makes sense to me. I understand how he can run so fast and still limp when he walks.

Because where his feet should be, there are no feet. There are cloven hooves.

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Romantic Anniversary

Pairing: Patrick Verona x Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and Pat has prepared everything for your day be perfect.

Genre: Fluff Fluff and more fluff

Word count: 1,4k

A/N: This one is with Pat 🥰 He's sooo cute, I want to hug and give him kisses all over his face so badly 🥺 Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Patrick Verona. The name of the boy that makes sure you are happy everyday, the one who makes sure you feel loved every moment, the one who loves you as much as you love him. By his side, you feel so safe, so alive, and so lucky to have him, to have someone who cares for you so deeply and doesn't give up on you. Never.

He is seen as a rebellious and pathetic anti-social guy whose middle's name was trouble. Everyone, except you. And that's why he loves to assure you that he's so greatful for everything you have done for him, by loving you every way possible: from taking care of you when you're sick and wiping your tears away on the hardest moments, to offering you presents and being with you whenever he's available. However, today was a different day. A special and unique day. Why? Well, that's simple: because it was your day. The day where an angel and a precious kind soul was born to rescue him from the merciless darkness of the world. He wanted everything to be perfect for you: although he didn't care about school, he surely was way too perfectionist whenever you were the subject of the matter.

While you were with some friends during the day, reserving the entire night only for your dedicated and loving boyfriend, Patrick was setting all the things he bought for your birthday party: he bought balloons, your favorite cake with your cutest picture together on it, your favorite t-shirt and sweater, two tickets for the premiere movie that you wanted so badly to see and two rings with each others names on it, making your relationship official.

Saying that he was excited and anxious wasn't enough to describe how he really felt. He couldn't wait to see your big bright smile planted on your face, proudly knowing that he was the one responsible for it.

Hours passed and he was checking for the hundrenth time if everything was placed correctly, until your front door opened:

"Baabe, I'm home! I'm all yours now! " you said while putting your bag on the wooden hanger. You got no response, however you didn't worry too much about it once you saw all the red petals and lit candles that were dimming the dark space, leading to your bedroom. You slowly followed the lit path ahead of you, admiring how beautiful the view was.

When you reached your bedroom's door, you saw several red velvet hearts all over and white letters of the same material glued to it, saying: "Only allowed for my gorgeous goodness and future wife". Instinctively your eyes became wet and your vision turved from your happy tears that eventually shamelessly appeared, but you decided to wipe them and play his game instead.

"I'm sorry, but I wanted to know if I'm allowed to come in! " you spoke loudly, wanting to your not-yet-seen boyfriend to hear you.

"Identify yourself, miss." you heard him respond from the other side of the room. You smiled at this, remembering instantly how naturally you communicate, understand and joked around with each other with such little effort.

"My name is Y/n L/n, sir." after this, the door opened, revealing your lovely boyfriend whom owned a smile bigger than the sky and brighter than every single star on it.

"I've been waiting for you, my love. Make yourself at home." he joked, mimicking the gentleman of the old romance movies.

You couldn’t resist him anymore, so you immediately jumped on his arms and started kissing him hard, not caring on letting your emotions take control over you.

"Woow, someone was eager to see me, huh?" he moved a piece of your hair behind your ear so he could see and kiss you properly.

"You can't imagine how much, big boy." you said before kissing him again, this time slower yet passionately. When you pulled away, he placed you on the ground, giving you a last quick kiss before showing you the rest of his surprises: there was a small table on the corner of your room with your cake on it and several balloons of your favorite color around, attached to the table; on it were some red petals as well around the cake and some papers glued to it, all of them saying the reasons why he fell in love with you: "you helped and cared about me when no one else did", "you never believed any of those rumors about me and never judged me", "you always were kind, gentle, attentive and so so beautiful to me", "you are so silly like me, yet that's just one more reason to love you more, if that's even possible" and so many others. It was outstanding and simply perfect. When you got closer, you saw your favorite picture of yourselves printed on your cake.

"Oh my God Pat, this one was taken on our first date!" you said feeling nostalgic of one of your most memorable moments together. "You-you did all this? For me??" you could already feel new tears starting to form in your eyes.

"This and so much more." he promised, kneeling right after while still making eye contact with your overwhelmed eyes. You were confused, yet so excited to see what more he had planned for you. He took a small black velvet box inside of his back pocket and opened it to you, only to reveal two silver rings with your names on it: you were speechless by this.

"Pat, y-you didn't need to-" you couldn't believe this was actually happening.

"Shhh don't say that, of course I needed. And wanted it too." he then removed the one that had his name on it, before grabbing your hand delicately. "May I?" he questioned, waiting for your permission first.

"Of course, baby!" he was so happy and proud of himself to know you've reacted the way he was hoping for: his plan was going great so far. He slowly put the ring on your finger, while admiring how beautiful it was on you. "Well, I guess now it's my turn." you offered, after eyeing mindlessly how the ring looked on your finger. This gesture was way much more than you ever expected.

"Go ahead, sweet cheeks." he loved to call you every possible nickname, memorizing which one made your smile grew bigger. "The next ones will be put on our wedding." he said confidently, while looking at you as if you were the most marvelous woman alived.

"I'm so happy, Patrick! This is so, so perfect, I can't even believe you made all of this!"

"Why can't you? Are you underestimating me?" He complained, pretending to be offended.

"Of course not, silly! I just... I just didn't expect you to be so romantic." you teased while putting your arms around his neck, only to be gently grabbed by your waist in return.

"What can I say... I like to impress and show my princess what I'm capable of." he smiled once again, before kissing you.

"Oh by the way, it's such a shame that we will have to eat that delicious cake! I don't want to ruin the picture!! " he laughed at this, kissing you this time on the forehead instead.

"Well, it seems like we have to order more cakes like this one than, but with another picture." now was your turn to laugh.

The rest of the night was spent the best way possible: you opened the rest of the presents he had for you, saw your favorite movies together while eating your favorite snacks, danced with him, gossiped about your secrets that weren't already revealed while he told you about his, had pillow talks while he cuddled with you and listened so carefully to your opinions about several subjects... you couldn't be any happier. This was all you wished for: to spend your day by the side of your soulmate, your lover, your best friend. The only one who truly understands you... that night was sufficient proof that he was the right one and the only one for you.