#i got to into it im sorry i love this tennis boy so much

[moonlight-records]

Devils maddness| CL16 (HAC #7)

pairing: cl16 x reader!

summary: you + your boyfriend + boyfriend's first hockey game with your favorite team = fun

warning: nothing but fluff

fc: none!

a/n: day 7 of moonlight records holiday advent calendar! also sm au!

day 1 | day 2 | day 3 | day 4 | day 5 | day 6 | current day | day 8

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charles_leclerc l tennis at 5pm and minecraft at 7 ft my girlfriend.

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user1 MORE PADDLE CONTENT!!!!

user2 y/n is SOOOOOO minecraft fox!!!

user3 charles plays in not creative mode?? wild

carlossainz55 what is the dog's name?

↳ charles_leclerc lenny 😋 ↳ carlossainz55 ...fitting

user4 someone make that fox into a plushie and give it to y/n STAT

user5 now I want to play minecraft smh

landonorris NO INVITE???

↳ charles_leclerc im playing with y/n tonight!! ↳ landonorris wooooow. i see how it is. parents date night smh

user6 oh to have a boyfriend wanting to play minecraft with me 😩

ynvibes ....soooo about that

↳ charles_leclerc babe... ↳ ynvibes i took a last minute babysitting gig im sorry 🥲 ↳ charles_leclerc have the kids join!!! ↳ ynvibes i would but we're at the movies ↳ charles_leclerc oh...what are you guys seeing? ↳ ynvibes wicked sing-a-long ↳ charles_leclerc NO INVITE? wooooow. @/landonorris get on we're playing minecraft ↳ landonorris YES ↳ ynvibes IM SORRY ↳ charles_leclerc no! it's fine! you don't love me, it's fine!

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ynvibes i love my boyfriend & minecraft but i love the devils more ❤️🏒

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user7 can't believe y/n is a devils fan yet is a born and raised new yorker 😭

↳ ynvibes what can I say? i love me some devils ↳ ynbestie don't worry @/user7 im just as confused ↳ user7 OH HI I DIDN'T EXPECT YOU TO ANSWER!!!

user8 whatcha working on there y/n 👀

user9 need a vlog of y/n going through the devils season

lance_stroll at least one of our teams is having a good season

↳ ynvibes we're always accepting more ❤️ ↳ lance_stroll i just might depending on the rest of the season lmao ↳ ynvibes LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOO

user10 idk anything about hockey but good lord i just might

↳ ynvibes >:)

ynbestie i have to stand behind my canceled wife

↳ ynvibes get a wife like mine

user11 A FELLOW DEVILS FAN, FINE!!!!

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landonorris this explains so much

↳ ynvibes RUDE???

charles_leclerc i can't believe this

↳ ynvibes sorry babe, they're just sooooo silly and hot ↳ charles_leclerc BUT I AM ALSO SILLY AND HOT!!!! WTF!!!!

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charles_leclerc y/n sent me her location, wtf is this?

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user12 y/n is like us fr fr

user13 just girly things ✨

maxverstappen1 this is not healthy

↳ charles_leclerc that's what im saying!! ↳ carlossainz55 did y/n break into lando's fridge?? ↳ maxverstappen1 probably ↳ landonorris RUDE?? ↳ ynvibes excuse you, i at least have food in mine. i can't say the same for lando ↳ landonorris ...okay you got me there ↳ charles_leclerc THAT'S NOT ANY BETTER???

user14 dinner for champs!!! 😍

user15 ah the perfect dinner

ynbestie girl dinner ✨ ↳ ynvibes GIIIIIIIRL DINNER ✨ ↳ charles_leclerc NO

ynvibes why is there taco bell at my doorstep???

↳ charles_leclerc EAT. PLEASE. ↳ ynvibes okay okay fine...in two minutes when this period ends

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ynvibes glad to be home!!! come on boys let's take a W ❤️

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user16 CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE!!!!

user17 ugh to be at a hockey game right now!!!!

maxverstappen1 hates the cold but will go to a hockey game?

↳ ynvibes when it's a packed stadium and you're two beers in, you're never cold 🤪 ↳ oscarpiastri don't you hate beer?? ↳ ynvibes when it's not during a hockey game

user18 LETS GO DEVILS!!!!

user19 this seems like so much fun omg

user20 okay going to a hockey game is going on my bucket list

user21 so charles going to a hockey game when??

charles_leclerc that's it. i wanna go to a hockey game.

↳ ynvibes REALLY?! ↳ charles_leclerc mmhmm. ↳ ynvibes YES ↳ user21 LMAO I WIN!!!

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charles_leclerc i got a jersey but lost y/n to the devils 😒

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ynbestie it's just how it goes

↳ charles_leclerc boooooo ↳ ynbestie it's fine, you'll get her back by the end of the night ↳ charles_leclerc i better

user22 charles bout to join the devils just to be y/n's favorite

user23 keep him away from fights 😂

user24 this bout to be great

carlossainz55 please be careful, i hear hockey games can get rowdy

↳ charles_leclerc we should be fine!!! ↳ ynvibes oh baby, just wait

user25 UM HELLO???? RING?????

ynvibes loooove yooooou

↳ charles_leclerc mmmhmmm

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ynvibes LETS GO DEVILS!!!!

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ynbestie LETS GO RANGERS YEAAAAAH!!!!!

↳ ynvibes blocked and reported ↳ ynbestie it's mutual ↳ ynvibes good good

user26 yn being the imposter new yorker lmaooo

user27 oh, this bout to be a GOOD GAME!!

user28 DEVILS! DEVILS! DEVILS!

maxverstappen1 how is charles holding up?

↳ ynvibes i scared him but other than that, good! ↳ charles_leclerc this is very different from tennis crowd, send help ↳ maxverstappen1 no thanks, have fun! ↳ charles_leclerc MAX!!!

user29 waiting to see charles and y/n on tv fr

charles_leclerc THEY CAN FIGHT?!

↳ ynvibes yes baby they can!! ↳ charles_leclerc ...i can get behind this

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charles_leclerc devils may not have won but they won me as a fan while i found my spirit animals.

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ynbestie NO. YOU WERE SUPPOSE TO BE THE GOOD ONE!!!

↳ charles_leclerc im sorry! ↳ ynvibes I WIN!!!

landonorris group trip to a hockey game?

↳ ynvibes YES!!! ↳ charles_leclerc for sure ↳ maxverstappen1 ...fine ↳ carlossainz55 mmm okay ↳ oscarpiastri yeah

ynvibes told you you'd have fun ❤️

↳ charles_leclerc yeah yeah ❤️

[amymbona]

What if Dilf!Art was put into the ballet instructor au?? Like After the tennis match that Art and Patrick had, that hugged confirmed a friendship again. Of course Art and Patrick retired, tired of the pressure tennis put on them, the pressure of being with Tashi. So Art and Patrick remained close friends, living close to each other, having their daughters be friends. When Patrick put Eleanor into ballet classes Art thought it would be good for Lily to something different than her dad and mom did. So both of the girls had ballet classes, being in the class, being taught by the same lovely ballet teacher. Now Patrick was the one who absolutely fell in love with her first, if we’re doing timelines. He talked about her to Art, and he really didn’t think anything of it, because he didn’t pay much attention, not when he would go picking up his happy daughter with her arms interlocked with Eleanor’s as they skipped towards him and Patrick. But when the ballet teacher spoke softly to Art about Lily’s improvements in ballet he immediately understood Patrick’s obsession. She was so soft and caring, so youthful, it was something Art definitely needed throughout his life. Art thought the same things Patrick did, that she was the one who could probably take away all of his problems, all of those days he’d eat such bland food for his tennis diet, pushing himself so he could make Tashi proud, doing anything for Tashi but nothing was ever enough, she wanted good tennis and he wanted love. (IM SORRY, I WANT BOTH MEN)

Okay so this is actually fucking insane 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁

You don't even notice their growing affection towards you, especially Art's. You've known Patrick for quite a while and so you're used to him being, how to say it... friendly. Really fucking friendly. Subtly touching you, complimenting the way you treat his darling daughter and make sure she gets to develop her talent.

And poor Art is feeling completely distressed, as if he wasn't capable of even half of whatever Patrick can do. He tries to joke with you and you respond equally as softly, even giggling at some of his silly jokes. He thinks you're an angel, but he's also afraid you like Patrick more. At least you don't make any decisions considering the kids, because you've been treating his Lily as if she was here since the beginning.

Art brings the topic of you once, when the boys are alone, which is the first time that it happens (as Patrick was usually the one to rant about you).

"She's really pretty."

"Who?" Patrick asks without looking up from his phone, probably thinking he's talking about some random celebrity.

"Lily and El's ballet teacher," Art mumbles.

Patrick teases the living hell out of Art that evening. And he makes sure to pay attention to his blonde friend's behaviour the next time they go to pick their girls up from practice. A pleasant discovery is made when Art stutters as he attempts to respond to something your say and his cheeks heat up like two full strawberries. Yeah, he makes fun of it.

But it also gets poor Patrick worried, considering everything that has happened over the last fifteen years... When Art got chosen by Tashi and favored by the whole tennis industry. The cutest one of the two. And considering your own softness and the ethereal aura of your being, he's thinking you might choose Art over him.

Without knowing or ever discussing it, the two friends become jealous of once another, or rather afraid, both of them finding themselves so deeply attached to you. Two confident men who used to be so smug and full of themselves are reduced to worried babies that can't help but feel neglected.

Luckily, their smart girls pick up on their dads' distress. Unaware of the reason, they play detectives and they dump their suspicionw on you. When you're talking with Art and Patrick the next time while the girls are changing in the locker rooms, you bring that topic up.

"The girls told me that you two have been having some issues. They said that you look worried. Is something going on?"

You speak to them like you're an angel sent from the heavens above, they really both want to drop to their knees and cry until you decide to be merciful enough and take them into your arms. The little frown of worry on your face and the crease between your brows are enough to send both of their hearts beating faster.

"Worried?" Patrick asks with a casual chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "Do we look worried Art?"

You asshole, Art thinks, shooting his friend a glance. "I- I don't think so. Perhaps we're just getting older. A mid-life crisis, you know."

A giggle from your mouth gets them both to tremble on their feet.

"Okay, okay, I won't pry," you assure them with a nod and that beautiful smile of yours, "But if you feel like talking to someone, don't be afraid to reach out."

You pat both of their shoulders delicately, Art just ends up glancing at you with an open mouth as you move while Patrick has to physically prevent himself from grabbing you and stopping you from walking away.

Later in the evening, when their girls are asleep, they discuss your existence over the phone. Luckily, still on the best friend wavelength, they both come up with the same ideas. Somehow getting you close to them, closer than a normal ballet teacher should be to her students' parents, especially a father. Especially two fathers.

[paw-padss]

LETS GATHER, AT THE BUZZER!

(in honor of me starting tennis)

ft. zhongli, baizhu, kaeya, ayato, & albedo

summary: genshin boys in a modern highschool setting, and nothing screams highschool than sports teams! but of course, not everyone in highschool makes it to the big leagues...

a/n: ermm can u tell I know almost nothing about sports bc I mean I read and write fanfics about video game characters Im not the most athletic... sorry if this is ooc or inaccurate (about the sports or the characters)...

everything is wheel generated, I spun for a character, then a sport, then a skill, if u don't like it blame the wheel not me >:(

notes: not very formal and not very relationship based, just silly headcannons! also I didn't really beta read this sorry for mistakes... TT

as an adult, ZHONGLI is quiet and sophisticated, so when those close to him now realize how he used to be when he was younger, they are much more than shocked at Zhongli's past. An over-passionate and wild teenager, who expended all his newfound energy into tennis. His quick reflexes, the way his slender legs would run to reach the ball, the quick swing of his racket sending the ball out of his opponents reach. an excited and wild boy who would sulk off the court, disappointment in his eyes and sweat dripping from his uniform, whenever (or if ever) he got an out

highschool student BAIZHU would keep to himself for the most part, just doing his work and trying to make it to graduation. the only thing that got close to a club or an extracurricular was the time he spent tending to the small strips of land that surrounded the school and him helping the nurse during his free periods. His teacher, concerned about his solitude, would set up a meeting with baizhu and his guardian, advising that he perhaps join some actual clubs so he can become closer to his peers. Of course, in the middle of the year not many clubs are open and accepting members, except for the sports clubs. He just took the first flyer off the bulletin and walked off toward the gym. Just his luck that it happened to be basketball, and just his luck that they were desperate for new members that they just accepted him right away. but not only is baizhu a recluse but he's also pretty unathletic, often spending his time during games off the court and out of breath, missing all his shots and crouching away from the balls thrown his way. Safe to say he got swiftly kicked off the team the second a new replacement came.

after KAEYA'S adopted father died and he was practically shunned by his older brother, Kaeya found his highschool life to seem bleak and empty, everything seemed so alien to him, until he discovered his schools indoor swimming pool and fell in love. He loved the way the sunlight reflected off the blue tiles, the gentle ripples of the water, the thrill of the surface tension, the silent hum of the filters, the chill as he dived into the water, the world seemed to stand still as his head went below the water and all his troubles drowned below the surface. He didn't even care about the medals hanging off his walls or the trophies decorating his shelves, he just loved the feeling of the water as it enveloped him in its cool embrace.

his father was a baseball prodigy, so of course AYATO has to keep up the family name, the cheers from the crowd fill his ears as he feels the dirt beneath him and his tough grip on his bat, his eyes are set on the pitcher and with quick reflexes he hits the ball perfectly across the field before he dashes around the bases, the feeling the wind against his face as his feet help carry him to victory. Girls from the crowd admire him, his close-to-graceful way of rising to his feet from the ground as he dust off his knees and heads to the dugout, the way he takes off his helmet after a game, wiping the sweat from his forehead and shaking his hair back into its original shape, his frustrated walk and calculative look as he walks back to the dugout after he strikes out.

all the girls at school could agree that ALBEDO was the only one looked stunning in his lab coat and goggles that swept back his blonde hair, and they thought he looked even better in a loose soccer uniform that showed off everything hidden behind the coat. Today was sports day, and the boys in albedos class were assigned to be part of the boys soccer team. Now, for a kid who spent all his time in the chemistry lab, albedo didn't consider himself to be completely un-athletic, but he, like many other members of his science club, definitely wasn't stupid enough to go on a sports field and put himself up against a bunch of jocks and such. Being forced into this public humiliation for a grade meant that the whole school would have to watch on as albedo failed in both offence and defense. whether it was letting the ball slide underneath his feet or diving head first into the grass while trying to block the goals, it was as if he had two left feet. His blonde hair was left disheveled and sweat broke through his forehead as he found himself bent over and out of breath once he was out of the field. He quickly decided that next time, he would just stay home.

[bellzsq]

“5 more minutes”

Y/n wakes Pablo before he has his first training back with his team.

Warnings: none.

Y/ns pov

“Baby, time to wake up.” I said as I opened the curtains to our bedroom.

“Amor… no..” Pablo groaned as he covered his eyes.

“Yes. It’s your first day back.” I pulled the sheets off of him.

“5 more minutes” Pablo pulled the sheets back making me loose my grip.

“You take forever to get ready, plus I’m driving you and I need to go to the market for groceries.” I told him.

“Great so we both really have no where to be in a rush,” he smiles at me sarcastically as he sat up.

“Get dressed.” I rolled my eyes before making my way to our bathroom to brush my teeth.

“I made you breakfast, it’s on the counter and your protein shake is already made so I suggest you hurry up before it gets runny and you don’t drink it.” I said.

He groaned loudly before pulling his body up from our king size bed.

“What’s even for breakfast?” He yawned.

“Pancakes..”

“Junk ones or the protein banana ones?” He put his white plain shirt on.

“What do you think?” I shot him a quick glare before putting my toothbrush in my mouth.

He put his arms up in surrender. “Just making sure,” he smiled before he made his way downstairs.

After I was done brushing my teeth I went into our closet and picked out a simple alo yoga outfit.

It was just a simple black pair of leggings and a navy blue alo sporty bra.

I put random Nike socks on with my black Nike tennis shoes.

I went back to our bathroom and used a little bit of gel and put my black/brown/blonde (whatever color your hair is) hair in a slick back bun.

Pablo came back into our room and changed into a pair of Nike sport black shorts and his black Nike long sleeve with Nike air maxes.

He brushed his teeth as I got my purse and my phone off the charger.

Once we were both ready and downstairs I got the car keys to my white Mercedes and I got in the drivers seat and he was in the passenger.

“Don’t go too slow, you know how much I hate it when you make me late.” Pablo had a bit of attitude.

“What’s your problem?” I looked left then right to see if cars were coming then I turned right.

“The pancakes were burnt on the bottom!” He raised his voice a little.

“Are you serious?! Pablo it’s a pancake. There’s nothing special. And you had a protein shake you will be fine.” I rolled my eyes at his sass.

“Whatever. You just never wanna admit that you messed up,” he opened his phone.

“I do admit. Here! ‘I burnt the bottom of your pancake because I was finishing a text to my mom. Sorry.” I stopped at the red light.

“My phone didn’t even charge last night,” he put his phone on the charger in the middle under the radio.

“Are you excited for your first day back?” I said with a small question in attempt to clear the tension.

“Yeah, pedri said that everyone is really excited to see me and help me recover.” He looked out his window.

“That’s good, they wanna help you through your hard time…” I turned left into camp Nou.

“Okay, have a good time shopping. Don’t forget the chocolate protein powder and bananas.” He grabbed his bag and his phone.

“I never do… have a good training.” I said before he shut his door.

After me and Pablo had arguments, even slight disagreements we never say I love you for a couple hours.

But it’s a normal thing for us. It’s not out of hate or envy. It’s just how we both are.

I watched him get into the training ground building where the boys change before staring training.

I pulled out and seen taia, raphinhas wife was behind me and she did 2 honks to say hi.

I drove to the market 20 minutes away then grabbed my purse and phone and locked the door.

As I strolled through the isles I made sure im everything I was getting was low calorie and had atleast some protein and fiber. If not Pablo would have a fit.

After I was done shopping there I seen a new flower boutique so I dropped off all the groceries in the trunk then went in.

They were all beautiful and my eyes landed on beautiful red roses.

Red was Pablo’s favorite color, plus they represent love so I got them and bought them to the checkout.

The woman checking out the flowers was a beautiful middle eastern woman.

“Today your total will be $92.68. But would you like a costume note?” She asks me.

“Yeah that would be great,” I smiled kindly at her.

“It would be another 10 dollars if you still wanna do it.” She says as she took the small papers out.

“Of yeah go ahead I’ll do it.”

“Thank you, what would you like the note to say?”

“Happy first day back”

“Okay…” she wrote the note in beautiful hand writing and I signed my name at the bottom in sharpie.

I handed her my card and as it was processing I spoke up.

“So is this a new boutique? I feel like I’ve never been in here before..”

“Yeah we just opened this weekend. We haven’t had many customers yet and I feel like the price isn’t helping much. But we need money to pay rent to this place.”

“Yeah I understand. In my perspective this is a very nice place you have.” I said as she handed my card back and the bouquet.

“Thank you very much. Have a great day miss,” she smiled.

I smiled back kindly then left the store back to my car.

It was about time to go get Pablo. He was leaving training early because Xavi didn’t want him being too active his first day back.

Once he got in the car I reached behind his seat and handed him the flowers.

“What’s this…” he held them in his hand observing the flowers.

“Amor.. you didn’t have to..” he read the note getting a little teary eye.

I don’t blame him. It was his first day back being with his people, he was probably overwhelmed.

“I had to.. I’m so proud of you pabs..” I kiss his pink lips softly.

“I love you..” he smiles at me softly with a sparkle in his eye from the tears..

“I love you so so much hermoso..” I rub his cheek softly.

I started driving again.

“How was training? Was it worth the wait?” I ask him.

“It was great. Nothing changed between any of us. It was like the good days..”

“Good I’m happy it’s going well.”

Sorry guys I know that was maybe a bit boring but yeah that’s all I have for today.

[pinazee]

First season wrap up:

Okay, to start, i should mention my general opinion on first seasons for shows, especially cable shows, is not to read too much of it as canon. The writers, producers, actors- everyone- are all trying to figure out what works and what doesn’t, so i give them latitude, particularly when it conflicts with later seasons. That being said, i do enjoy jumping through the hoops to make it all fit haha

So heres a few leftover notes i had as i revisited the eps to rank them:

I bet part of Lassie was craving the father figure in Henry, since we find out later his own father passed away when he was quite young. I wonder if thats part of the reason why he became a cop, as they are portrayed as the protectors and in the 80’s they were mainly men (i don’t really remember if he states his reason later, i suspect he did and im just not remembering). So when Henry didn’t meet up to the expectation he had in his mind, i bet it hurt a little more as it reminded him of what he lost :/

I think the other reason Shawn plays dumb so much, besides hiding his genius so ppl believe hes psychic, or for laughs, is because its how he gets people talking. Like in Shawn vs. the red phantom, he purposely guessed the wrong room number so the boys would correct him. My apologies if someones pointed this out before, i haven’t combed through the internet for everyone’s theories 😬 i only now noticed. I’m not the quickest at picking these things up lol

If i had to guess, Shawn didn’t want to be a cop for halloween, he probably wanted to be something star wars related to go with Gus’s Lando. So i wonder at what age Shawn stopped trying to please his dad. But also, why didn’t his mother ever stand up for him?? I’ll come back to her later -_-

I somehow missed it the first time, but shawn clearly asked Gus to come to the dinner and Gus even points out that it was a big deal for henry to reach out. Soo, yeah, shawn obviously didn’t wanna be alone with his dad, and even henry seemed nervous about it as hes pretty drunk.

Shawn has a right to be afraid of pointy things, his dad hid his easter eggs under glass when he was 6! Not to mention he later gets stabbed 3 times! (Also its just a legitimate fear???)

So far the list of Shawns knowledge (things i wouldn’t expect an average person to know) includes (beyond the obvious observational skills, deductive reasoning, reading people (poker), and all things police (marksmanship, police codes, etc.)):

Incredible spatial and physical reasoning skills (knowing how much money could fit in the duffle bag, knowing to rotate the water pitcher to catch the reflection from the tv)

Kurt Vonnegut (well, I didn’t know who he was at least)

How to spell aggiornamento (and probably all words because of his photographic memory)

Handwriting expert

Casually spoke and understood german

Has every road he’s driven mapped in his brain, and likely all of Santa Barbara

Familiar with paint (enough to know to mix latex enamel for no messy drips)

Animal tracks (i went back and forth on this but ultimately decided he must have known what to look for)

And heres a list of Gus’s niche interests:

Forensics

Spelling bee

Safe cracking

Historic rifles

Comic books

Astronomy (even though he was going to the planetarium for the girl)

Law

Local tennis

Online poker

Lastly, Ive decided instead of ranking them, im putting them in tiers. I feel like too many of them are hitting at the same level and I can’t differentiate:

Sweetest, Juiciest Golden Pineapple Tier

Scary Sherry, Biancas toast (ohmygod i just got the biancas toast 🤦🏽‍♀️)

Blue Psych Logo Tier

Weekend warriors

Forget me not

From the earth to starbucks

Poker? I hardly know her! (Sorry @pineapple-psychic!)

Pepto Bismo Pink Tier

Spelling bee

Pilot

She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me oops hes dead

Who ya gonna call?

Shawn vs the red phantom

Oops Canadian Flag Tier

Cloudy with a chance of murder

9 lives

Game set muuurder

Speak now or forever hold your piece

Woman seeking dead husband, smokers okay, no pets

[ceasarslegion]

Im thinking of keira again oh no

She was so incredibly smart that she stopped fighting us on taking her painkillers when she realized that her joints would stop hurting if she ate the weird pill in her dinner too instead of spitting it out

And one time she ate an entire box of 24 wax candles after meticulously opening the box they came in, and then somehow put the box back on the counter as if we wouldnt notice the CANDLES WERE GONE

She was trained incredibly well, never barked unless something startled her or she was telling someone to knock it off, was very gentle with everybody, even let little toddlers win tug of war with her (when she was a viciously powerful tugger who refused to lose with the grown ups). She even had her own little language. There was distinct difference in her playing growls and her angry or warning growls. She would play bite while wrestling but would never bite down, just a little hold in her mouth. If she bit by accident at all she would stop immediately and lick you all over the place she bit by mistake to say sorry, and we taught her the phrase "im sorry" for when we accidentally bumped into or stepped on her so she never took it personally and would go right back to sunbathing instead of looking at you with betrayal. She also liked to go with my little sister to play so that she could protect her, only to end up stealing the neighbourhood kids tennis balls and bringing them home because they were her favourite ball to play fetch with. Thief! Thief!

She loved the smell of babies and would poke her snoot into strollers to go sniffsniffsniff at them, and then would like to make them laugh by licking their little faces.

She also loved water so much, because she was a lab. We never had any trouble bathing her because she heard the shower go and would perk up like "for me??? Water for me????? Bath time???? :D" and jump right in. I used to take her out to the beach that was right where we lived in abu dhabi to go swimming together. She loved to run in the sand and jump in the water with all my high school friends and i. And then we would towel dry her as best we could and let her lay on her beach towel with her toys while we uh, totally legally drank at the correct age to do so and generally did high school boy things.

She loved cats. Absolutely adored cats. She played nicely with them and always wanted to be friends. The neighbourhood strays did not appreciate this as much. Many times happened where she approached a stray with "play? Friend??" dog body language, only to get hissed at and then look at me with big sad eyes like "why wont it be my friend? 🥺" she hated other dogs though. She never ever liked other dogs. We think something may have happened with another dog before we got her. She had this best friend in a neighbourhood stray who always came to visit our backyard and would like, politely sit there like it was asking if keira could come out and play. Keira would always run up to wherever we were with her tail wagging and lead us to the yard where the cat was sitting. They played so nicely together, theyd usually take turns chasing each other in circles and then lay down together when they got tuckered out.

Obviously i walked her on a leash but she never needed one, she would never stray out of our sight. She also loved stuffed animals, just to cuddle with. She had the giant ikea dog that she carried around with her everywhere and it got so stinky with dog drool that whenever we washed it she would sit in front of the washer and dryer and pout for the rest of the day. It was her favourite toy and definitely a comfort object. Every other toy she destroyed on sight in typical labrador fashion, but not stuffed animals.

She also had her chair. It was a black leather recliner that was her chair. She always hopped on it and curled up and took naps on it. She loved her chair, it was her main spot and came with us throughout every move we made with her because she loved it so much. It was the perfect proportion for a dog of her size to curl up in the seat of and rest her head on the arm of like a pillow. My parents said they couldnt bring themselves to get rid of keiras chair until nearly a year after we had to put her down

She had such a rich life for a pup that started as a rescue from an abusive owner. She saw multiple continents and multiple countries, made so many new friends, explored more of the world with her nose than most humans do in their lifetimes, and made so many fun memories.

I couldnt be there when she died. I was in my last year of uni about to graduate on the other side of the world. I kinda knew it was coming though, thats why i took a video of the last walk i took her on before i flew back to toronto that semester. You dont spend 16 years growing up alongside a dog without kinda knowing intuitively when these things are about to happen. I miss her a lot though, and i wanna get a tattoo of a black lab swimming at some point because of how much she loved to swim.

She was the best dog i ever could have grown up with, and no other will ever compare to her or replace her for me. I hope one day i'll be healed enough to take another pup into my life, but im still in the process of moving on from her. Its been a really long and arduous grief period that i feel isnt gonna let up for a while yet.

[kquil]

You have so many of these requests so please feel free to ignore this!!

If it's no trouble, could I please get a 🧁?

I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I have a fair skin tone, I'm slim and I've got full lips and fairly large eyes. I also have these dimples that I really like! I love dressing up and playing around with makeup.

I love reading, my favorite genres are poetry, Russian lit, and mysteries! I love learning about new things and knowing a little bit of everything. I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything! I adore all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! I listen to a lot of modern/indie rock and I love watching films very much! I'm a pretty good badminton player and I love tennis too.

It takes me a while to feel comfortable around new people but once I do, I become really talkative and outgoing. I love helping out and I'm the therapist friend, people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'm smart and ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I'm quite the hopeless romantic and I love being in love! I adore big and small romantic gestures and I love domesticity sm!! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm a ravenclaw, my mbti is infp and my enneagram is 4w3!

Thank you very much!

thank you so much for sending in a request darling and im so so sooo sorry it took so long to fulfil, a lot of things happened! nevertheless, i hope you enjoy the ship i came up with for you (⸝⸝⸝╸w╺⸝⸝⸝)

I ship you with Remus Lupin 

i. in his eyes, you’re too pretty for someone like him, someone whose skin is littered with scars and someone with such a dark secret. he loves your pretty brown eyes and beautiful dark brown hair, often times, he’d be so tempted to just reach out and play with a stray curl between his fingers. you would almost always see his attempts in your peripheral, you would see his hesitance and eventual withdraw. but you would turn to him with a kind smile, reach for his hand and bring his fingers to your hair instead. With a grateful smile, remus loses the tension in his shoulders before succumbing to his urges in playing with your hair. It was little things like this that he really loved about you, every small action from him was one you took notice of and did your best to reassure him — you made him feel like less of a monster

ii. remus often feels guilty for taking more from you than he was giving in return but that wasn’t the case at all. he returns all the comfort you give him through the domestic, romantic love that comes so naturally to him. every spring, he sees a new blossom that reminds him of you, he picks it to take to you, forming a small bouquet. in the summer, when the two of you spend weeks in each other’s company, he would love you so dearly, cooking you breakfast, making you tea/coffee in the mornings, just the way you liked it and the two of you would wake up early to watch the sunrise, and would converse about anything and everything under the sun as the sun sets. In the autumn, he loves holding your hand and letting you borrow his giant sweaters to swamp yourselves under, he thinks your adorable and sometimes can’t help himself when wanting to pick you up and cuddle you close in private. in the winter, the two of you love to share mugs of hot chocolate whilst reading your books and eventually cuddle in bed together, if you two were feeling extra peckish, you would bake some delish goods in the kitchen together with the elves to have with your hot chocolate. his love for you is unrelenting and stays strong through every season. 

iii. as part of the marauders, he takes you on some of the adventures they like to go on but more subdued. the boys are like a test-run so that he could map out a safer and more romantic trip for the two of you to have — this way you can focus on each other more and make memories that will last you a lifetime. when going on these excursions, you’d often feel a lot more mischievous and start acting silly or playing around with him, giving him the occasional playful shove, and he would do the same back. he finds it so easy to laugh and smile with you around; with you around, the world just feels right.  

iv. even though he’s bad at it, he’ll play a friendly game of tennis or badminton with you, whatever you fancy that day. it almost always becomes a little competition where you’re both at equal playfields but you both secretly know remus is gonna lose. It’s just that the idea of a playful match was so appealing and fun, you two can’t help but make impish jabs at each other. “you really think you can take me?” remus challenges as you narrow your eyes at him in jest, “ha! don’t make me laugh! it’s you who can’t take me!”

v. you two spend a lot of time together either in silence or in full discussion about any topic under the sun, it could be about the books you two were reading or a topic brought up during class, it could be about something completely random or silly or about the most mundane things — either way, you two could talk to each other for forever without getting tired. even though you tend to be the therapist friend, remus doesn’t want that type of relationship with you. he knows that he can trust you with his problems because you know how to keep secrets and are almost always so much wiser than him but his problems are his, the only things he wants to fill your relationship with is love and happiness. nevertheless, you two still go to each other for advice every once in a while, exercising your trust in each other and feeling satisfied and content with life after most discussions. after every heart-to-heart and at the end of each day, remus never fails to whisper a sweet and a loving “i love you,” into your ear before he presses a kiss into your temple, your cheek, your nose and finally your lips — it’s practically routine now and he’s never broken it ever since the two of you made it official that first night and he finally had to part ways with you reaching curfew.

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

[glame]

Privilege pt.1

A/N : i just wanted to write something about toxic!rafe. im such a whore for angst. and for Rafe angst? you name it. it is long. so im gonna publish it as parts. i hope you like it. its a bit long i know but its not done yet.

TW : ANGST. cursing, drugs.

''Mrs. Country Club! its a pleasure to having you here.'' Barry shouted as he saw you.

you were looking for Rafe for the last hour. he was supposed to be with you. at the Country Club. for your 'after dinner coctail'. and guesss what everyone, he didnt show up. so here you are at the Cut in your denim skirt and a white corse top with white Converse's and hundreds of golden accesories on you.

''is he here?'' you asked with an angry face and a tone. you were angry. he started doing this shit since beginning of this summer.

''he blacked out. what the hell are you doing to this boy?'' he laughed.

''when did he get here?''

''i dont know. like… it was 4 or 5 i think.'' Barry sipped from his beer.

''you cant be serious. its 9!''

''it is?'' it surprised him.

''where the hell is he, Barry?''

''there.'' he pointed. ''he was talking abot something fancy. you Kooks like fancy shits.''

you ignored him and headed to Rafe. he was laying on the couch. white powder around his nose. sweat. he really blacked out. you didnt say anything. as the time Barry sat down on the other couch.

''how much do you want to stop selling this shit to him?'' you suddenly asked.

he started laughing. ''what are you talking about princess?''

''you heard me. i wont repeat myself.''

''nah, girl. i wont do that.'' he was lighting a joint.

''im offering you money. what is it you wont do? you will do

everything for money.'' you looked at him.

''you give me money once then we are done. but Country Club? he gives me money every day, princess.'' he laughed. ''and you think he will be okay with this? he will come to me with more money just for this shit.''

it made you angry. clearly. ''good night Barry.'' you left his house. you left Rafe. tears all over your face.

when you got home your dad stopped you. ''you're early, moya lyubov.'' he was drinking whiskey.

''yeah. its just… i… i-i dont wanna talk about it.'' you knew, youre gonna cry if you talk. and for you Russian dad nothing can make you cry. he would kill Rafe. if only he knew.

''okay. want some popcorn and wine?'' thats your bad mood recipe. popcorn and wine.

''please.'' you crawled to the couch while he was in the kitchen.

''what are your plans for tomorrow darling?'' you could hear the corns popping.

''no plans. what about you?'' choosing what to watch.

''no plans either. what about Tennis or Golf?'' he was trying to hype you. but if you gonna go Golf that means you gonna see Rafe. and you dont wanna see him.

''Tennis sounds nice. we can make it work.'' you choose one of the stupid reality shows. and he sat down next to you.

''i love you so much. i would do anything for you. i just want you to be happy.'' he kissed your cheeks. ''youre my everything. you mean the world to me.'' he hugged you. ''my baby.''

since your mother left you you grew up with nanas and your two doberman dogs. but your dad was so good for you to feel the emptyness of not having a mother. Figure 8 was so good for you. a summer place. wealthy families, big grass fields, houses with big gardens, sea, children. since youve known yourself youre living in this heaven. and since youve known yourself your dad always telling 'i dont have anything but you. youre my world. my everything. youre the only person i love. youre my baby. i would do anything for my baby.' you havent understood. you know youre wealthy, you have bodyguards, you have nanas, cars but your dad was saying i dont have anything. as you grow up you understand what he has been saying.

you felt the phone vibrating in your pocket. you took a look what was it. it was Rafe. 'im sorry baby. i know i fucked up. ill make that up. ok? i love you so fucking much. plz answer me when you see this. i promise ill make that up' you ignored his texts. always same words. same texts. same things. nothing changes.

….

''okay baby. give me your hand.'' he was holding your hand. and leading you.

''Rafe, where are we going?'' you didnt know where you were going. but it must have been something with his 'make up'. he took you from home. after your dad and your Tennis day.

''we are here.'' he opened your eyes.

a scene. two big pillows and a bottle of wine. with cotton candies. you like this activity. he knows. every week you go to open air cinema. but this week you have some big problems like him not showing up. so you looked at him.

''its Ocean's.'' he showed you the pizza box. ''and we have four-cheese too.'' he was giving you puppy eyes.

you smiled. ''dont make me cry ever again.'' his smile dropped. ''never baby, never.'' he kissed you.

you spent all night watching Ocean's. yeah. 11, 12, 13, 8. four of them.

''i love you. i love you so fucking much. you cant even imagine. but i fuck up. youre the only one who knows me. i cant manage things sometimes. i dont want to make you sad. i would never want that. and i would never mean to do that. im trying. im trying for something. i dont know if i can do it or cant. but i really am trying.'' he burried his head to your neck.

''i know baby. but somethings makes me sad. i know youre trying. and i believe you can do it. keep trying okay? you can do anything.'' your hands in his hair. ''but dont let me down. okay? i dont want that?''

''no. no, never. trust me?'' he raised his head and looked at you.

''in Rafe i trust.'' you smiled and he started to laugh his breathes were hitting to your neck.

when the movie marathon over he started to talk. something when you two stay together and he was about to sleep. ''Sarah's driving me crazy. i cant stand her. she is so dramatic. im living with the bitch.''

''dont call your sister bitch. she is not a bitch.''

''thats why im saying 'im living with her.' she is always the favorite one. and me? im the troublemaker. everythings because of me. but its not. and Wheez. i dont understand she is 13. how can you be 13? she cant drink or i dont know. it must be hard for her.'' he breathed. ''Rose is something different. she is okay but i dont know. she cares about us actually. espically dad. dad is complicated. i dont know what he wants or what he works about. he hides it from me. but from Sarah? he even called her for help. im sick of this. Top and Kelce are okay but theyre not you. i love you. its just you. you listen to me, talk to me, you love me too. you make me feel this shit. youre the only real thing. i love you baby.''

thats how you two. thats your relationship. when you were kids he always held your hand. and at the age of 7 he kissed you. but it never happened again. until you were 16. you were always close. like super close. he never allowed to any boy to hurt you, any girl to fight with you. nothing can brake your heart. he was always there for you. but not a love thing until the age of 16. he kissed you again at the park. where he kissed you first. he broke up with his one-week-girlfriend. because of you. and you kissed him back. at the age of 17 you made it official official. going parties together, pda, gifts, dinners, night walks. youre the it couple of OBX. and how toxic you are you love each other.

''i love you too Rafe.''

[the-casbah-way]

Dude I'm obsessed with the subtle hints to Octavius's backstory in the recent chapter. The tennis photo? The scar from a school fight? I would love to know more about what Octavius was like when he was younger, because I always imagined him as some quiet loser kid who got bullied. Seems like I was wrong. I'm also fascinated by his history with Ahkmenrah. I just love your damn fic so much. Good job

oh im so glad you appreciated that !! i really want to go into his back story a little more but i know i wouldn't find the time so i have to shove little things in here and there to give quick nods to it instead

but yeah uh no octavius definitely feels like he peaked in high school. have you seen how rich white attractive sporty boys get treated in school. man had it pretty easy going i wont lie. he definitely had some mild anger issues / fresh religious trauma / overly blunt and rude virgo tendencies that would get him in trouble with teachers or fights with The Popular Boys but. overall he had an okay time

he and ahk met some time during / after uni through tennis and they dated for a bit before they decided they'd rather be friends/queerplatonic. octavius definitely went through some kind of Awakening after meeting ahk (who is gay, poly and trans) that made him realise maybe the world wouldn't collapse on him if he decided to get slutty and sleep with lots of men. which he did and he had a pretty nice time with it, but then he went to live with his parents for a year to get his latin degree in italy and the catholic guilt returned with a vengeance and he went straight back into the closet. hence why he is the way he is now i guess. then when he moved back to england he got an internship at the partner firm of the one he works for in the fic (thanks to ahk begging kahmunrah) and that's where he met amelia who was a finance intern at the time. but anyway his friendship with ahk is important because even though ahk has always been more sociable and popular than octavius he still always chooses octavius over his vast multitude of friends and its the one piece of intangible proof octavius has that he's not entirely unlikable to everyone

anyway sorry for rambling, if you ever want to know more let me know <3

[sunnisurrealism]

Hi Timmy Baby and MB,

WOWO! What a wonderful morning checking the accounts feeling so so … excited hehe! I have so much to say!

-what do you mean “of course I have footage.” ? don tell me it. don tell me it. I’ve been already wondering and I thought you liked a comment at some point about the staged “pap” but oh baby sweet darlin if y’all doin this shit just fo ME. ME?!? VRAIMENT?! “backs…tage?” 😭 can’t. Can not. Simply can’t the not. So sweet!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭Timmy you work dat ball like a King, it’s just watcha DO and u DOING IT😭🥵😎🤭🫣😱😱😱😍😍😍hehe ps last night I dreamt you were training in your backyard but it was tennis. Wish we could play I’m actually quite good a ping pong. I’ll tell u more later.

-BABYYYYY IM OBSESSED IM OBSESSED IM OBSESSED! na na na na that’s how I do do that’s how I do you wait sorry do do. This post is soooooo cute 🥰🥰🥰 screenshots by me, Sunnï would like Félix in a cuddly green sweater like a cuddle bug hehe. I’m jus gunna assume you like my Disney character dress hehe I know the antennas are cute. ps don worry I got that stain out 🤣

-OCEAN! OCEAN AND LIGHTNING! VERY MYSTERIOUS! VERY GOOD! Timmy I am taking this, along with your cosmic outfit posts, that you are feeling connected to the book ideas. I’m really hella excited about it too. It seems like classic fairytale shit, the merfolk who are wiser and live off away from the landfolk but eventually they all reconcile/the merfolk share their immense über level wisdom like damn this shit is so deep, deep like the ocean! Hehe. I still am hoping you making merman cudi the chosen one tbh just cuz ya know that would be so so fucking sick but it’s up to you. And also it’s up to you if y’all play flutes together hehe. But yeah tbh yesterday when I was writing the post about the book I was coming up with ideas on the fly, like the narwhals connecting with the last unicorn with a rainbow. Idk man that shit magic fire af I like it hella.

-okay wondering what you’re making the post about Lily-Rose today? Was it because I posted about my ex yesterday and you’re also being like girl we chill we over all the exes. OBVIOUSLY🤣🤣well tbh the very first thought that entered my mind seeing you like Uber sexy level merman (this is prolly the really secret seductive reason you posted this pic and it is workanggggg LOL) is that I know, and this ain’t some delusional psychotic projection shit, that we will have pda pics WAY WORSE but it will be gross cuz we’ll be in our forties 🤣 troll. Tbh we are all embarrassed for bad photos we deem bad for different reasons trust me this will be the story of me lyfe but idk if it does give you security I actually love these photos, because I imagine it with myself with my phat ass out 🤣 Yesterday was the first time I noticed your squeeze of the Kylie’s bum at the Beyoncé show for some reason don’t blame me I just didn’t see that part before or I forgot but either way I was like…. Bro is gunna be FUCKED (literally) when we meet cuz my butt hella only getting bigger cuz I workout and am becoming a curvy woman! Yay hehe.

-what else um yeah no sweet tooth Mediterranean mermaid diet for dayssss but I love me chocolate flavored coffeee. Oh and trust me me LAV trust me I’ve already fantasized immensely about being your personal hair man and tbh I’ve been wondering if when I kiss you I’ll accidentally tossle it too much and it’ll pull and hurt 😳😬🫣 also, I like to imagine you squeezing my butt instead but oh well 😢 again I know you been going thru that dark jaded Capricorn shit bro I’m telling ya channel dat Capricorn focus and perseverance into becoming a Sexi Norty Marty (so fucking cool) and into… the book! Nothing else matters but me, the book, your work, your family and friends, music, and being healthy. Block out all haters immediately. IMMEDIATELAYYY. idk how you deal or if it bothers you 😭😖 but I’m tell ya me boi IIII am all that matters, ultimately 😌😌😌😌😌😌 god is testing you. God testing all us constantlay. You got your gorl ya completed ya goal time to celebrate cuz IM CELEBRATING YOUUUU!!!! Bless God’s Plan 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😘😘😛😘😘 MB viel Danke für heute. Ich fühle wonderbar! 🥲

[imagine-those-dorks]

Hey!! Love the blog! Could I request a scenario w/ ryoma’s s/o finding him knocked out after Kirumi bludgeons him with that wooden pole? (Or whatever it is) like where Kirumi flees and decides to not kill ryoma, but his s/o finds him and thinks he’s dead? (But he’s not) ty in advance!

This!is!all!i!care!about!!!!!!!! Chapter 2 destroyed me and i will never recover so i might as well write the ending we really deserved

I hope you don’t mind but instead of making the reader already Ryoma’s s/o, i changed it to them having a not yet out crush on him. I felt it would make a bit more sense 

Also i’ve been wanting to write this scenario for a while now, i hope you don’t mind the liberties i took into it and i hope you still enjoy this!!

-Mod Ryoma

Just a warning this is a long one!

It was really late but you couldn’t sleep…

After all how could you?

How could you peacefully close your eyes and ignore the things around you for at least a few more hours just to wake up again and remember where you were?

You had been frantically running around the entire school to see if you could find Ryoma’s motive video before he does. Everyone else would tell you they didn’t watch the video and refused to just give it away or would tell you not to mess with things that didn’t concern you.

You both had gotten closer since coming to the school unexpectedly, though you kinda already knew who he was from his reputation. It wasn’t easy to get him to open up and tell his side of the story. He had everyone taken away from him…and that’s exactly why your gut feeling of why he was interested in his motive video in the first place really bothered you. 

Was he eager to see if there was even a single person important enough to him to be in that video? What if that was the case? What would he even do? 

Thoughts raced in your mind, the more you wondered, the more sick you felt.

He shouldn’t have to go through this alone, no one should.

Pushing yourself up and out of bed, you changed into normal clothes and quietly snuck out your room, being careful not to slam your door too loud that it might wake the others.

You nervously made your way over to Ryoma’s room, standing outside just looking at it for a while. Before you could talk yourself out of it you reached up and rang the bell next to his door, being able to here the ‘ding-dong!’ echo throughout his room inside.

No answer.

Okay…maybe he was just..asleep…

But what if he wasn’t,,,,what if he was wondering out so late at night because, like you, he can’t sleep,,

Without even thinking twice you were up and out the doors of the dormitory and almost run-walking into the school.

The only other room he must be in would be his own research lab. You’d been in there a few times but you had only seen him use it as it’s intended purpose once and that was when he invited you to play with him after hanging out with him one day.

You don’t know why your heart was beating so fast, why seeing him okay was so important. Why letting him know he’s not alone felt so important to you.

Making your way up the final flight of stairs you hastily make your way to the door, only to have the door fly open, hitting you in the face in the process.

It all happened in a quick second, before your realized it, your body made contact with the floor and you were out like a light. 

…

…

…

It felt like you slept 1000 years when you came to.

Pushing yourself up from the cold floor, a sharp pain pounded against your head and the part of your shoulder where you landed on it wrong.

It was still dark outside, so you assumed you were actually down and out for maybe an hour at the longest.

You highly doubted that the door swinging into you was Ryoma himself, surely he would’ve stayed with you until you woke….

Peering into the already opened room, you tried to take in the scene.

Hoshi sprawled out on the floor of the research lab, a plank of wood thrown down next to his body.

You darted your way over to him, shaking him in a frenzy 

“Ryoma? Ryoma!!!!”

You keep repeating his name and flipped him over onto his back.

He couldn’t be dead, you were right there!

Tears pushed their way into the corners of your eyes

Placing your ear up to his chest, you could feel it move up and down and his heart beating at a normal slow pace.

You let out a sigh of relief….he was okay…

You looked around, no one was around and nothing else seemed out of place…

A possible murder?

Maybe the culprit chickened out and thats when they bumped into you…

Whatever the case may be, you were just so relieved he was alive…

Your head hurt too much to dwell too much on a crime scene

You wiped the little tears from your eyes as you leaned down and swooped him up into your arms

It wasn’t really that hard to hold him

So much so that you grabbed the plank of wood you could only assume knocked him out in the first place and held a firm grip on the two.

If the culprit was still out and about and bumped into you on the way back, you felt comfortable having some kind of line of self defense 

…

…

…

It wasn’t too early in the morning when Ryoma finally came to 

He slowly opened his eyes, the pain in the back of his head stinging being much worse then yours as he sat up

He was in his bed…and so very confused how he got there

His gaze wondered to the foot of his bed where he saw you, your upper body laying upon the edge, arms folded under you to support your head, out like a light.

Peaking over the bed he could see a plank of wood by your side..

Well now maybe he had some what of an answer.

Leaning over, he shook you awake.

The first thing you see upon waking up is Ryoma in your face

Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, it all started rushing back to you

You subconsciously moved your arms and wrapped then around Ryoma’s neck into a hug

“Ryoma! i’m so glad your okay! I was so worried and i went to see if you were doing okay but you weren’t in your room and i panicked a little so i assumed the only other place you would be in was your research lab and i was rushing up the stairs i wasn’t looking where i was going and your lab swung open in front of me and i fell and and…-”

Your grip tightened around Ryoma as you got more and more worked up.

“Why?…” Ryoma said with a dry response

“…w…why what?”

“Why would you waste your time worrying about someone like me?…someone with nothing and nobody to live for…someone wh-”

His voice seemed to strain, almost as if he was holding back tears

All he could remember was talking to Kirumi and feeling that if those were his last moments, atleast he may have helped someone with more to live for.

“Shhhhh, Ryoma, Ryoma please…all that matters right now is that im here…..you’re here…and im glad you are…”

You both spent the rest of the day in his room, just talking, a bit of crying, and just enjoying each others company.

Even if his original plan fell through, he seemed to beam with some kind of new found strength 

[jeanbeaux]

WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LET ME FUCK, MS. PARKER?

milf hunter!seijoh 4 x f!reader

w/c: 2.3k

warnings: smut/18+/minors DNI, cheating, age gap, spanking, exhibitionism, cyber sex, dub con for makkis bc there is alcohol involved, both parties are actively consenting!, unprotected sex, masturbation, makki kinda creeps on you through the window and….mommy kink, im sorry

a/n: as my bestie @aiiwa said, “this mommy kink is a disease and im not getting well soon.” anyways, i saw this tiktok a few weeks ago and ive been terrorizing @smoochiesdiarie about it on discord ever since, so thank you for beta reading. i think at this point all my recent haikyuu works are dedicated to @lookslikeleese so enjoy because i also terrorized her with this tiktok too <3.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME can feel the change in energy he usually receives when he comes back home for the summer. He’s always been the favorite amongst the neighbourhood aunties; such a polite boy, the one who was always helping his mother take the groceries inside without being asked, the one who walked the dog everyday at 8 am. 

Now he’s back from college and he’s a man — all big and brawny, sporting a golden tan from spending time in the California sun. So why shouldn’t he take advantage of the reputation he’s cultivated by agreeing to help out with peoples lawns? He could use the extra money to try to chip away at those student loans, and all the labour is definitely a workout. 

What he won’t admit to everyone is that his favorite perk of the job is you, the pretty little thing that moved into the big house at the end of the street during his fall semester. You were just so cute when you approached him for his help, big designer sunglasses perched on your forehead, carrying your poodle under your arm when you asked if he wouldn’t mind adding your house to the list of people he’d be working for. That’s how Iwaizumi began working 6 days a week that summer, but on Thursdays, it wasn’t work, he was putting on a show. 

Making sure his biceps flexed just a little bit more as he trimmed the hedges, using his shirt to wipe his sweaty brow so you could catch a glimpse of toned abs, turning on a smile that rivaled Oikawa’s when ever you would thank him for his hard work with a glass of mint lemonade. It’s hard not to fall for his charms, with your husband always working late and the kids away at summer camp, he’s become a friend — well, one you’re also flirting with equal energy, with your coverups becoming sheerer and the innocent questioning if he could help you put on some sunscreen on your back. 

So is it really that surprising if one afternoon he’s folding you in half in the backyard instead of folding the lawn chairs? You’ve been dancing around the attraction for so long, and all it took was hearing him let out a low grunt as he started the lawnmower for you to finally cave in. Wet slaps ring across the well manicured lawn, but he’s got a large hand covering your mouth as he drills into you, suppressing the shrieks you’re letting out as the head of his cock brushes your cervix. It’s not enough, he realizes, you’re still so loud, and he slips his thick fingers past glossy lips to muffle you even further. After all, as much as he would love to hear you cry out about how much you love the way daddy is fucking you, he can’t risk having the suburb find out the neighborhood golden boy isn’t so innocent.

OIKAWA TOORU knows the power of a compliment. All it takes is a “You barely look a day over twenty five” or a “That’s your daughter? You could be sisters!” paired with his killawatt smile to have the rich moms flushing under his praise. 

He’s the perfect gentleman, proper, polished, with his crisp white polos and tennis shorts that never become grass stained or sweaty. His chocolate locks never slip from the sports headband he pushes them up in, simply bouncing in tune to the stroke of his backhand serve. Somehow, he even manages to smell like his cinnamon and patchouli cologne by the end of his lessons. He’s the model athlete, so it’s no wonder his clients are always trying to set him up with their children, but why would he take their offers when he has you?

You’ve been a client of his for a long time, starting a couple of years ago when you moved to the area and needed something new to do. You picked up the sport all doe-eyed and fresh faced, excited to find ways to entertain yourself while your husband was working.  But he hasn’t been blind to the fact that you’ve upped your weekly lessons with him ever since that sparkling Harry Winston ring slipped off your finger. You’re duller than you were when you first started, that vibrance gone and now replaced with a far away look in your eyes that says you aren’t here for pleasure, you’re here to escape.

The other women were gossiping such vile things, something about catching his secretary in the house, and while those heartless few take the time to tear you down when they think you can’t hear, Oikawa’s heart aches for you.

You need him, he thinks. 

You need his silver tongue to shower you with compliments when you finally perfect your service ace, because a woman like you is capable of doing anything. You need his touch, which is why he puts his hand over yours while you hold your racket, pressing into your side not so subtly as you go over the motion for a forehand volley. 

And he knows he’s got an effect on you, he sees it in the way you’ve started to perk up again around him. 

It’s in the effort you’ve started putting in the lessons again, but this time it’s not to occupy the life of a bored housewife, it’s to earn his approval. 

It’s in the way you break out in a bashful smile when he says your tennis skirt brings out the color of your eyes. 

It’s in the way you let him flip that same skirt up in the back of your Benz after your lesson of the night ends, moaning shamelessly as he gives your ass a firm smack. 

But that same hand comes back down much gently this time, massaging over the red flesh tenderly as he praises you for how well you’ve done, finally learning that tennis isn’t what you needed to get your mind off your philandering spouse, it’s him. And as a reward? He’s finally slipping his fingers into your dripping hole, pumping them in and out relentlessly till you’re gushing all over the leather upholstery.

MATTSUKAWA ISSEI has always been a gifted kid. With stellar grades in both science and math, the scholastic decathlon advisor still rues the day they lost his talents to the volleyball team. Mattsun never gave up on these skills of his though, it’s just that his talents now come with a price — which is why he’s the best tutor in town. 

It’s a gig he started his first year of college, he’s going local to knock off those general education requirements, so he’s got some extra time on his hands. You would think with his towering height and bushy brows he’d be a terror to children — but in fact, he’s the opposite. Something about his presence calms them, and he’s a surprisingly great teacher. Mild mannered and patient, he’s able to break things down easily for them, and even throw in some goofy memory hooks to make it stick.

This is how he becomes your daughter’s favorite person in the whole world — long division used to keep her up at night, but now, Wednesday nights with Mattsun is what she looks forward to the most. You feel like you can see that he has a soft spot for her too, just by the way he takes a little bit of extra time to chat about her favorite books or how attentively he listens to her go on about her day at school. 

But would you believe him if he said the soft spot was for you?

How could he not be infatuated by you? You’re kind, sweet, both to your adorable daughter and to him. You don’t have to keep making cheese hamburg steak when he comes over but you do, just because he mentioned how it was his favorite once. Surely, this isn't all because you feel too overwhelmed or inept to help your daughter with her homework. You’re strong and capable, doing so much as a single mother, he’s just helping out once a week. So if the sight of your full cleavage through the cut of your top is an extra thank you on top of his pay he’ll take it happily, hoping maybe someday he’ll get the rest in full.

So imagine the way his heart shatters when he tells you he’s leaving town. He’s got his transfer processed and will be starting in the fall, so unfortunately this will be the last time he’s helping your little girl with her math homework. She's clinging behind you as he breaks the news, fat crocodile tears threatening to spill from her big eyes till you swoop in and save the day — asking if he could do some virtual sessions he has the time.

For your daughter’s sake, of course.

Mattsun finds that he loves virtual tutoring just as much as he liked teaching in person, still finding ways to help even with fourth grade math through a computer screen. His favorite part is when your daughter finally waves goodbye and he gets to have his lesson with you, the one that involves you showing him your pretty pussy on camera as he guides you through how he would touch it if he was there, stroking his thick cock at the same pace your swirling your fingers around your clit.

After all, anatomy is a science, and that too is in his wheelhouse.

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO is the master of the long game. He’s sure the first words he’s ever said to you were a breathless “you’re pretty” when you opened the door for him after his mom forced Makki to welcome your family in the neighbourhood. 

Of course you laughed it off and sent your son out the door to make a new friend, but little did you know exactly what the sight of you in that pretty yellow sundress that summer would do to the boy next door. 

He’s thirteen when he met you, and then it was a little puppy dog crush, smiling wide when you would call him such a cute boy and give him a cookie.

He’s fourteen and he’s now best friends with your son, but every time he comes over to call him to play he’s always looking a little longer at you, only ever leaving after seeing you wave goodbye to him and give your son a kiss goodbye, secretly wishing that it was him on the receiving end of one of those.

He’s fifteen and at a sleepover in your basement, and everyone’s talking about girls. Celebrity names are being thrown around left and right, but when it’s Makki’s turn to answer who his dream woman is, his mind wanders to the woman upstairs cooking pizza for the boys and without hesitation, he mentions you, earning a snort of laughter from the group and a sock in the eye from your son for even joking about such things. 

Makki wonders what would happen to him if he ever found out he was serious.

He’s eighteen and he’s horny. His cock is aching in his hand, flushed and angry because nothing is working to get him off. He’s clicked through just about every site and played roulette with about every category with no luck, but his luck seems to change when the light turns on in your bedroom window. He peers out to see you in a silky black robe, milling about your room unaware of his gaze. He throws his head back in the pillows with a sigh, closing his eyes and imagining what you could possibly be hiding under that flimsy little thing, your plush breasts, thick thighs, just the thought is enough to have him spilling all over himself. He lets out a pained sigh at the sight of the mess he’s made, it took thinking about you for thirty seconds for him to cum all over himself like a pre-teen, because he’s just that whipped in this perverted little fantasy. 

He’s twenty six when he moves back into his old house. Times are tough and he’s here to save out on some rent, but to his delight, you’re still here too. You greet him with a big grin and a tight hug, gushing about how much he’s grown since you’ve last seen him. You’re inviting him back inside for a drink, and Makki’s praying you didn’t notice how his dick began to stir in his pants at the feel of your warm body against his.

It’s three hours later and he’s a bit warm from the wine you two have been sipping on as you catch up. The house is now empty, your son having moved out to chase his dreams and husband long gone after a bitter divorce. You’re lonely, he realizes as he catches that forlorn look in your eyes, and before he can offer any words of comfort, you’ve beaten him to the chase, asking him “You’ve always loved me, right, Makki? You’ll never leave me.” 

He’s doing the best he can to contain himself, but you’re absolutely right, he never would, and he gives you a controlled nod, which you take as a cue to take his hand in yours and lead him to the bedroom. 

Makki feels like he’s dreaming when he finally enters your drooling cunt. This can’t be real, it can’t possibly be happening, and yet you’re underneath him in the flesh and crying for him to move when he’s finally bottomed out. He’s been fantasizing for as long as he can remember, and he’s not going to let it go to waste. 

He’s going to be a good boy, good for you, good for his mommy, making sure you cum on his cock twice before finally painting your walls white. 

Makki’s still in a daze when he walks down to the kitchen for a drink. He’s been here plenty of times before, but never shirtless and covered in love bites and scratch marks. He glances at the photos on the refrigerator as he sips his water — Makki’s even in a few, and the smiling face of his childhood best friend seem to be staring right back at him.

Makki chuckles as he thinks back to the black eye he got for mentioning you at that sleepover. How would your son react if he found out what happened?

Oh well, he thinks, that’s a later problem.

Tooru’s in Argentina. 

And it’s going to be hard to sucker punch him from 18,000 kilometers away.

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sorry for another ask, again you are free to ignore if it doesn't interest you!

im wondering how you think might react to a situation...

Let's say, reader has feelings for L. and reader blurts out their feelings for L, to Light. so, Light goes to L and says "hey ____ has a little crush on you maybe just let them down easy"

ORRR

what about reader expressing their feelings for L to Watari? I think he'd tell L in a matter of fact kind of way. do you think L would just pretend like he never heard it?

im hoping for fluff if you got any but i feel like i set this up for sadness 🥺

Never apologize for asks, my guy.

Disclaimer: I hate Light and Watari with my entire being on principle, which will possibly affect my depictions of them.

With Light it really depends on where in the timeline we are. Default Light is going to say just how it goes in the ask and L’s going to reply that he has no right to confront you about any romantic feelings you have towards him unless it affects the investigation. If you go to school with them (ala that one chick from the tennis match with the glasses and good taste) then it does not affect him even a little bit and if you want to confess to him or ask him out he can deal with that on his own time. Furthermore, it is incredibly shitty of Default Light to share that equally inconsequential and personal info with him given that you told that to him in confidence and that it’s little things like that which make L inclined to believe that he is guilty of all that he is (because really, is there a better explanation for Misa being into someone who would do that?)

Kira isn’t going to tell him that at all. Kira is going to tell him that you have a thing for him and that he should absolutely go for it and did enough research on the topic to write a paper on how love increases productivity. Kira knows who you are. If L has a weak point that he can exploit then that only helps him. Besides, as a teenage boy, it’s totally natural for him to want to encourage someone above him that he admires take a load off, and it would give L less time to focus on the Kira case overall with all the sex humans do so really this is a win win for him. L’s argument doesn’t change much but he would add that entering a relationship (under the assumption that’s what he wants) with you, someone Kira Light knows, would be an incredibly foolish thing to do under the assumption that Light is Kira, so no.

In either case he’ll subtlety suggest to you that you don’t spend so much time around Light as he’s a notorious gossip.

Watari is shutting that shit down then and there. That information isn’t going back to L. He’ll gently sit you down and explain to you that L has no interest in a relationship right now given that he is incredibly busy with trying to solve the Kira case and that, while he’s sure L would be flattered, it would be unfair to put that sort of social stress on someone like him.

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part III

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ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Photographer!Hyunjin x fem!model!reader, manager!Bangchan, stylist!Jisung, agedup!straykids, SMUT, fluff, character driven story, stranger to lovers, summer!au, soft!dom hyunjin x fem!reader, PIV, penetrative sex, protected sex (wow first time writing that, good on ya cher) sexual photos/pictures taken during sex, semi-public sex, orgasm (m/f), cum, fingering, blowjob, light choking, praise kink, handkink??

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ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: am so creative with the office numbers? right? tell me im creative LMAO

oh god this was a fucking pain in the ass to read through i cringed at every sentence so hopefully my pain will be your pleasure

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

Unlike any other day you couldn’t get out of bed. A boulder of nervousness plaguing you. Through the cracks of the blinds the sun shined in, small particles of dust floating around your resting figure. You were wide awake yet you felt asleep, your thoughts consuming your mind as the dimly lit room became brighter as time ticked on.

You were thinking, perhaps overthinking. This whole situation with Hyunjin seemed confusing and happened way to fast, your psyche not having a moment to digest the events that unfolded during the last couple of days.

Love was a feeling you were familiar with. You knew how it felt. Those butterflies in ones stomach, fluttering everytime a thought of the person passes through your ones.

You felt the same feeling everytime you thought of Hyunjin.

How his soft lips would feel against your cheek that was hot from just looking at his beauty. How his blond hair falls in his face everytime he puts it into a ponytail, his silver decorated fingers tucking the stray pieces behind his pierced ear. These thoughts alone would make your heart beat faster than ever, you eyes clouding with lust even if you knew that this relationship would be impossible given the status the both of you have in this judging industry.

Pushing the covers aside, you sat up before slowly stepping out, your feet hitting the cold flooring of the apartment. You stretched your arms upwards, feeling your spine extend as you squinted, a ray of sunshine hitting you right in the eyes.

The boulder in your chest didn’t feel any lighter but you still got up, wanting time to fly by fast just so you could see his face once again.

♡

No amount of mindfulness exercises could calm the churning of your stomach. The clock in your living room ticked as you watched it with careful eyes, waiting for the time to hit precisely half past before you got up from the couch and shuffled over to the wardrobe, only being stopped from a pling on your phone.

[Bangchan] y/n! can you come by in about an hour? need to discuss some concept photos, sorry for such short notice ❤️

That’s when it hit you. Bangchan didn’t know anything about this. He didn’t know that you’d seen the photos from the shoot and most importantly that you went on a date with the photographer. You could only describe the feeling as ‘improper’. Bangchan was after all one of the closest people in your life, he made you to who you are today and lying to him felt wrong but you shielded your eyes from the truth as you typed back.

[y/n] soz, got plans

[Bangchan] I don’t see any other meeting scheduled for today?

[y/n] you do know that I have a life outside of work? take the day off Chan, you could use some rest ❤️

[Bangchan] Don’t worry about me! You have fun alright?

[y/n] alright, see you next week then ^^

You clicked on the off button on your phone, making the text messages disappear. Getting paranoid, you plopped down on the couch, thinking about every possible way you could get caught which you’d already been, photos of you and Hyunjin circulating throughout social media but they mustn’t have reached Bangchan just yet. You felt like digging a hole underground, wanting to hide away from all these thoughts. The main thought in your mind was whether or not you understood Hyunjin’s intentions. 

What if this love was one sided? 

Waveing your hand in the air, you attempted to get the mind out of your head as if you were breaking up a cloud of real thoughts. You glanced up at the clock and only then realised that you were running late, as usual.

“Wear whatever you want”

Was what Hyunjin said last time but that didn’t make it easier to choose an outfit. Standing infront of multiple racks of clothing you pulled up the weather application on your phone. “Sunny” you mumbled, making you gravitate towards a beige croptop with white stripes around the neckline as well as a white tennis skirt. Not too dressed up but not too dressed down either, just right. Clothes were flying everywhere when you searched for a pair of white socks to pair with your white high platform sneakers. You put the outfit on, observing yourself in the mirror and smiling, trying to get yourself in a better mood rather than being a nervous wreck. Pulling up your phone, you snapped a picture and sent it to the person who knew best about fashion. Jisung.

[y/n] Sungie! Is this acceptable for a impromptu photoshoot?

The fashionable boy replied minutes later.

[Jisung] oh!! that’s so cute! very much acceptable in my book 🥺

You smiled at his reply

[y/n] phew! good... 

[Jisung] is it a date?

Your fingers froze above the keyboard on the phone. Was it that noticeable? Was this really a date? 

[y/n] no!!!

[Jisung] you sure, i saw those photos on social media. ahh.. y/n dating famous photographers now...

By this point you were sweating bullets. 

[y/n] first of all, i’m not meeting him and second of all, he’s a friend so shut it. 

[Jisung] hahah alright alright... i won’t tell Bangchan

[y/n] you have nothing to tell!! we’re friends just like you and I so be quiet otherwise i’ll come over there with balloons, popping them in your face.

[Jisung] oh wow... im so scared...

[y/n] need to leave, if i hear something about you spreading some rumors i’ll seriously do it.

[Jisung] Photo Attachment.

The photo that popped up was from yesterday and your breath hitched. You couldn’t help but to notice the way Hyunjin was looking at you, his eyes filled what seemed like adoration. 

[Jisung] yeah because that totally doesn’t look like a date

[y/n] DON’T TELL BANGCHAN PLEASE

[Jisung] oh so it is a date? alright, i won’t! have fun and be safe

[y/n] be safe? we’re taking pictures, not drag racing

[Jisung] hahah stop playing innocent

Your eyes widened in realisation.

[y/n] you crazy fucker

[y/n] I WILL DESTROY YOUR ENTIRE WARDROBE IF YOU DON’T SHUT UP I DON’T SLEEP ON THE FIRST DATE

[Jisung] Whatever you say

Thanks to Jisung you were now running dangerously late leading to you snatching objects from all corners of the apartment before ordering a cab that would arrive in minutes.

♡

“We’ve arrived, miss” the cab driver says, smiling at you through the rear-view mirror. You thank him and step out of the yellow car, a smell of car exhaust hitting your nose. The cab drives away, leaving nothing but a small cloud of smoke. You looked up, almost not seeing the tip of the building as the skyscraper towered over you. You’re beside the busy road, mouth agape. You’d walked by a couple of times but knowing that you knew the person that owned at least a bit of the building made you giddy. 

You walked in and was greeted by a grand lobby, a front desk as big as the wall behind it. The entire place was filled with people, everyone from business men in suits to trainee models in the most flamboyant outfits. Fishnet stockings, heavy chains and distressed jeans that consisted of more air then jeans material. The sun shined through the many glass panes that made up most of the ceiling and the slight breeze of the air conditioner made this whole vibe of the building comforting. 

“Hi! y/n y/l/n, meeting Hwang Hyunjin” you say to the receptionist that was a relatively old woman, probably in her early 60′s. She was wearing a white button down shirt with her hair in a high bun, a couple of gray strands sticking out. Her red painted mouth contorted into a smile. 

“y/n, Hyunjin said that you could make your way to his office without the guards. You must be a close friend” 

You smiled shyly with your warm cheeks, looking at either side of the desk where two tall buff men were standing, wearing walkie talkies on their black vests. With a small nod, you started speaking. 

“W-where exactly is his office?”

“Floor 20, his main office is in room 03″

“Thank you!” 

You quickly shuffled over to the elevators, pushing the button that lit up with orange light emitting. 

PLING

The doors to the elevator opened and you stepped inside, a couple of office workers joining you and pressing the necessary buttons to make the elevator lift off. 

You step out at the 20th floor, looking around at all the intricate wall design, everything inspired by ancient greece which explains the broken vases that were scattered across the hallway in the most unconventional places. They were all encapsulated with glass and standing on tall white pillars, the vases looking rather sad, being in a spectra of ashy grey colors, every single one of them falling apart. 

Stopping, you observed this one vase that caught your attention. It had swirly details around the edge and was shattered in a rather beautiful way. It made you think how even the most broken pieces still carry beauty, beauty unique to only oneself. 

“It’s pretty right?”

The voice sounded familiar and warm, almost as if it had anticipated your arrival. 

“y-yeah, it really is” 

You say turning around, nearly jumping up on the wall when seeing the figure that looked back at you. It was Hyunjin.

Yet again, his presence was astonishing. Everytime you met him it felt as if you’d met him for the first time. The blond boy was standing tall in front of you, wearing a black hoodie, black basketball shorts and a matching headband. A backpack was thrown across his one shoulder and a smaller camera around his neck, everything about his appearence looking completely different from the last time you saw him, his style usually more sophisticated. 

“On your way to meet me, yeah?” he asked and you nodded shyly. 

“My office is the other way, you know?”

You lifted your gaze to look at the tiny sign on the wall that pointed in two directions, you were walking down the hallway for offices 20-40 by accident and you smiled awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. 

“I didn’t know heh...” 

“It’s alright! Come with me, I was on my way to the studio”

“What room is that? Your office?”

“No, the room next to my office, come! I’ll show you!”

He grabbed your hand and you felt your body stiffen as he dragged you down the hallway, his hand not being decorated with statement rings this time, instead feeling soft and warm. You blanked out, your legs walking by themselves. 

He stopped at a brown door, a tiny gold sign saying « 04 » and beside it a transparent sign stating that this was a photography studio. Hyunjin opened the door and dragged you in, closing the door behind you.

A cold wind hit your warm body, the air conditioner blasting it’s breeze with a faint sound. The room was wide, one wall being made completely out of glass, stand close enough and you could peer down the bustling city filled with people, cars and buildings. The typical photoshoot setup was already in place, the camera being propped up infront of a white backdrop, a white pilar in the middle and two boxlights standing unlit behind the camera. In the corner stood a vintage brown leather couch, the swirly metal details were concealed with a layer of chipped gold paint. Beside the couch stood a simple white table. A black bucket rested on the floor and upon closer inspection you noticed plants, multiple stems of eucalyptus poking out, wrapped in cellophane.

“What are these for?” 

You sat down on your knees infront of the bucket while Hyunjin was pressing buttons on the camera that was screwed onto the tripod before walking over to the table and placing down the camera he had around his neck, his backpack lying lazily on the floor. He looked at your crouching figure, the corners of his lips going upwards.

“I thought they’d suit you”

You held in one of the stems, turning your head and looking at his shy smile, his dimples sitting playfully on the sides of his cheeks. You giggle, standing up and leaning against the white pillar, holding the plant in your both hands. 

“Do they?”

Hyunjin walked towards the steadied camera, bending down and peeking through the lens.

“They do”

click

Your eyes widen, him snapping a picture without you paying attention.

“Hey! I wasn’t even prepared!” you chuckle, pointing at the blonde boy with the long plant that was dripping at the stem. 

“Nature is a bit more beautiful when caught off guard, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, his honey-like voice, echoing through the room.

You nod, staring down at the leafs of the plant, rubbing them between your thumb and pointer finger. 

click

click 

click

“Try leaning with your butt against the pillar and with one foot fully on the side of the pillar”

You did as he told, the pillar being surprisingly stable.

“Tilt your head and look down to the right”

Once again, you follow his instruction and he hums in satisfaction before pushing the button on the camera twice.

click

click

Your warm face turned into a smile, laughing loudly from embarrassment when he observed the pictures on his display. He snickers quietly from shyness, a faint blush brushing across his features as his brown eyes were glued to the screen. Hyunjin peeks up from the camera, seeing you looking down at the backdrop that was filled with ashy grey shoeprints. 

The sound of his footsteps got closer until you saw them in your periferal view causing you to look up at his tentative face. He smiles, displaying his pearly white teeth and crescent shaped eyes before stretching his hand out, feather light fingertips grazing your hot cheek as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, your dainty gold earrings now visible. Hyunjin’s hand lingers on your jaw as he looks at you with a gleam in his eyes, you gulping loudly as your gaze lowers to his pouty pink lips. Leaning forward, Hyunjin tilts his head, attaching his lips onto yours, your heart skipping a beat from the comforting feeling of having him close to you. 

You drop the fragile twig on the floor, kissing him back by pursing your lips and tilting your head as well. The romantic tension that has been bubbling on the surface everytime you met had finally subsided, now the air overflowed sexual tension. 

Cupping his blushed cheeks, you deepen the kiss my licking his plump bottom lip, coaxing his tongue that eventually slipped into your mouth. His hands were firmly planted on your waist, pulling you closer to his body that radiated heat in the already scorching summer weather. 

The two tongues danced around in a impatient manner, the two of you dreaming of this moment since meeting. Hyunjin’s hands roamed over all the valleys of your body, placing his hands on the bottom of your butt, pulling you even closer, close enough to feel his semi-erection against your abdomen. Your eyes spring open in realisation, your body melting in his arms as you felt the effects of the deep kiss, the effects being you unable to control the wet patch that was forming on your underwear, nothing but the thin fabric seperating it from the air due to you wearing a skirt. 

Pulling away from the kiss, your hot breath and a line of saliva was the only thing that seperated you and Hyunjin. You shielded your face from his twinkling eyes, you glancing at the blonde boy through the gaps between your fingers. His two hands grip your wrists, pulling your hands down as he smiles widely

“Don’t hide that pretty face”

Hyunjin giggles, your chuckles following shortly after. The boy grips your wrist tightly, walking backwards as he looks intensely into your eyes, his back falling against the couch as you sit down on the couch on your knees, he looks at you for a moment before attaching his lips again, pushing you down and hovering above you. The wet sounds of the sloppy kiss fills your ear, you helplessly rubbed your thighs together in anticipation. His fingertips trailed down your chest, tracing small circles on the inside of your thigh before plunging down under your skirt, grazing the wet spot on your underwear. The both of you smile into the kiss. 

“Can I?” Hyunjin says, momentarily pulling away from your sweet lips and tugging on the edge of your panties. You nod shyly, not believing that this is happening. 

His lanky fingers run up and down your wet folds as you put your hand at the back of his neck, pulling his blushing face closer to yours and pursing your lips to kiss him sensually. Hyunjin’s fingers gently brush up against your clit that was swollen from excitement, sending shivers down your spine. 

You knew this was wrong, the door wasn’t even locked meaning that anyone could walk in at any moment but the way lips felt on yours made a thousand fireworks ignite, sparking from your chest. Wrapping your hand around his wide wrist, you guide his fingers down to your sopping entrace, your entire body craving him inside of you.

Hyunjin places once last peck on your soft lips before looking at you with concern, asking for permission with his fluffy brown eyes. You nod, your eyelashes gently fluttering over your eyes. His middle finger slips into you with ease, shortly followed by a second finger from seeing how good your cunt swallowed his digits, your essence coating them. A faint gasp escapes your lips as his fingers felt around your velvety walls, the whole situation still feeling like a dream. 

“D-does it feel good?” 

“mhm!” you hum, nodding your head as your grasp around his wrist tightens everytime he curls his fingers upwards. Small whimpers came from you as his fingers started pumping in and out, the blond boy chuckling at your reaction. 

“Did you think I was innocent?” 

The question lingers in the air as you look at him in the eyes.

“Y-yes,,,” just as the question you let the answer hang in the air as Hyunjin hummed, being knuckles deep into you and curling his fingers upwards once more, making you choke on your own moan. Hyunjin nodded slowly, glancing down at your body as he thought.

“It’s because,,, because you’re shy,, different from the others.” You added quickly, filling the silence that was soon interupted by your whimpers as the so called ‘innocent boy’ started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. 

“I think you’re different from the others, you make me like this baby”

Hyunjin said, seconds later crashing his lips against yours, his tongue attacking yours. He retracted his fingers, the tips coated in your juices and glistening in the sunlight. You whined inbetween kisses, the feeling of being empty leaving you disappointed. Hyunjin’s veiny hands trailed up your stomach, pulling the croptop up and resting it just above your boobs, your white bra exposed. 

Hyunjin pulled away from the kiss, the both of you breathless as the kisses you exchanged were anything but light. His two damp fingers made their way to his mouth, licking them with a slight smirk on his lips. You could go crazy from the sight alone, his big brown eyes turning blank with lust. Not being able to control yourself any longer, you sat up on your knees and pulled off the top, unclasping your bra while you’re at it. As the fabric hit the floor, Hyunjin’s eyes darted to your bare tits, the wind from the air conditioner stiffening your two sensitive buds. You looked at him with a jumbled expression, him staring at your nipples for what seemed like an eternity. You hummed softly, causing him to snap back into reality, the blond boy pulling the black hoodie up from his head, displaying the defined muscles on his abdomen. You wanted him, you wanted him so bad. 

Your knees hit the floor with a thump as looked up at Hyunjin, knealing between his two legs and watching the tent in his loose shorts grow. 

“Do you really want to do this,, y/n,, you don’t have t-”

You hushed before speaking.

“Don’t worry, Hyunjin” you say with a stern voice making Hyunjin shiver, not knowing if it’s from your tone of voice or the way his name rolled of your tongue.

The blonde boy grabbed the small camera that was resting on the table, you looked up at him with confusion before smiling at his pleading eyes that met yours. You nodded, knowing exactly what he wanted to do and giving him permission since you never knew if he’d get to see you like this ever again. 

You hook your two hands on the sides of his shorts and underwear, pulling the fabric down as Hyunjin awkwardly lifts his hips up from the couch for a moment, allowing you to slide the both garments down in one nimble motion. His veiny length sprung out, the tip hitting his abdomen for a moment before resting infront of your eyes, a bead of precum already leaking from his delicate slit. You gulp, the task of sucking him off suddenly seeming daunting. Hyunjin must have noticed since his face turned concerned, a half smile flashing across his lips. 

“y/n,, you don’t have to-aghh!”

Hyunjin was cut of by his own breathy moan, your pursed lips wrapping around his leaking tip, licking small kitten licks before sinking deeper down his impressive length. Hyunjin’s blonde hair fell out of his face when his head rolled back in pleasure, resting it against the back of the rustic couch. 

“f-fuck y/n,,, just- just like that”

He hummed out, his sweet voice intoxicated with desire. Your tongue swirled around his pretty red tip, simultaneously stroking the part doesn’t fit inside of your wet mouth. Multiple shutters of the camera was heard, his hand barely stable enough to hold it due to the pleasure that was shooting through his core. It didn’t take long before his dick twitched against you lips, your cheeks hollowed as bob up and down his girth. His eyes rolled back into his skull as his hand went down to cup your cheek, your eyes stinging with tears as you choked around him. Pulling off with a pop, his dick glimmered as a heavy layer of saliva rested on it, his already warm body turning hotter. He looks down at you, a smug half-smile errupting on his lips as he continued to stroke your cheek, his thumb grazing your cheekbone as he flicked through the photos on his camera, the half-smile now a full on expression of happiness. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence engulfing the room as you observed his indescribable features. His sharp jawline contrasted with his soft skin that had a dust of rose pink across the cheeks, his moles adding to his charm. 

“Fuck me, Hyunjin”

The words slipped out of your mouth, his brown shiny eyes widening before being overtaken by a blank gaze, placing the silver camera back on the tiny table. 

“You thought I would stop here?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered, his sugary sweet voice interlaced with the cocky words making you even wetter then before, if that’s even possible. Without answering, he pulled you up to the couch by your hand and laying you down before realising what he forgot. The blond boy reached for the baggy backpack laying on the white floor, unzipping the front pocket and fishing out a condom. You nodded shyly, feeling your hands getting sweatier from nervousness, not really sure where to put them. Hyunjin noticed your gaze that was running all over the room, your body slightly tense. The boy snickered, ripping the shiny wrapping open with his hands where veins had started to become apparent. 

“Something wrong?” He asks shyly, placing the condom on his leaking tip before rolling the rubber onto his length. You shake your head.

“J-just thinking,,,” you say, your voice fading out at the end. 

“About?” His voice inhibiting a questionable tone as he holds himself up above you, his elbows on either side of your head. 

“A-about,,, you” 

That was a lie. You thought about how this would end up being disclosed to your company and your friends, Felix would snap your head if he found out that you slept with Hyunjin. Did it even have to be disclosed? Couldn’t it just be a secret between you and Hyunjin? As much as you wish that it could, it simply couldn’t. Not working in this industry. 

Hyunjin smiled softly, his hand trailing down the curves of your body before lifting up the fabric of your skirt, his fingers pushing your panties aside and feeling your throbbing pussy once again. His caramel eyes looked into you the entire time. 

Lifting himself up, he positioned the tip of his member at your sopping entrance, you chuckling softly as he gripped your hips but your chuckle was quickly replaced by a loud gasp, his dick stretching out your tight pussy better than you thought. 

“Are you ok, y/n?” 

He said softly, his dick not even halfway in but already jerking from your welcomingly wet and warm cunt wrapping around his crimson tip. You nodded, looking up at him. 

“Pl-please,, keep going Hyunjin”

The blonde boy blushed, his ears turning red. Tightening the grip on your hips he fully entered you, you shutting your eyes tightly from the slightly painful but pleasurable experience. Glancing down at you, he had to use every bit of discipline to not pound into you. In his eyes you looked angelic. Your parted lips that we’re coated by saliva and the way your skirt bunched up around your waist made it feel like torture to be inside of you, not moving to let you adjust to his size. 

“C-can I move?” He asks impatiently to which you smile, nodding and wrapping your legs around him, pulling him closer to your warm body. Your breath hitched as he softly wraps his hand around your neck, him thinking he’d gone too far.

“I-im sorry! I-” 

You hush him, placing your index finger over his plush pink lips. 

“I’ll tell you if anything doesn’t feel good, alright?” You so desperatly wanted to place a “baby” at the end of the sentence, that nickname fitted him but being to scared to confess your feelings. Just because he wants you doesnt mean he loves you. Hyunjin nodded like an excited puppy, finally getting the permission of moving and feeling your clenched walls around his length, his one hand still wrapped around your throat. 

His thrusts were slow, filled with passion which only worsened your longing for him, the longing of him being yours. Small whimpers dripped from between your parted lips, the moans being mixed with Hyunjin’s low grunts and sounding like a melody. You peeked up at the model-like boy, his expression being synonymous to pleasure. The movements eventually quickened, his long cock hitting your cervix with every thrust, making you put your hands behind his back, your fingernails digging into his soft honey skin. His previously closed eyes fluttered open, watching you with a soft gaze through his fierce eyes. You smiled and he smiled back before his gaze drifted away from yours.

“Y-you feel so good y-y/n,,, you’re an angel”

Chuckling and moaning at the same time, his praise gave you a sense of security but also a sense of lust, wanting to coax out even more dangerously sweet words from his pretty mouth. 

“Go faster,,, Hyunjin”

You gasped out, the pleasure starting to pick up it’s pace. The sound of skin slapping against each other bounced off the white walls in the big studio, the old sofa creaking ever so often from the blond boys powerful thrusts. Hyunjin would never get tired of hearing you say his name, never. 

The knot in your stomach signaled your impending orgasm as your walls were stretched out. You pleaded him to not stop, your voice sounding frail as you neared your sweet release. The hot tempeture wasn’t helping the situation, sweat beading underneath Hyunjins headband, soaking the two strands of blonde locks that hanged infront of his face. 

“F-fuck,, y/n you’re so pretty with my hands wrapped around your throat, fuck-” 

A loud groan escaped his lips, the pleasure of your wet pussy against his rock-hard length getting too much, Hyunjin having to hold back until you came, not wanting to appear selfish. It wasn’t long until you felt your legs shaking around him, your toes curling as the squeaky sound from the couch increased along with the speed of Hyunjin’s thrusts, the rubber not giving him as much intimacy as he would have liked but the visual of you lying beneath him, squirming away from bliss and softly moaning made up for it. 

“I think- i think I’m cumming, s-shit Hyunjin, I’m cumming”

The words spilled from you, quickly followed by a incoherent mumbling of his name before a wave of hot flashed through your entire body, your walls clenching around him as your erotic juices coated his twitching cock. You held your hands against your face that was lightly coated with sweat but before you could come down from your high Hyunjin pinned your hands above your head by your wrists, him letting out a growl before his cum filled the tip of the condom. The both of you rode out your powerful orgasm, your moans softening as the intense feeling subsided, Hyunjin shivering with his last thrust before pulling out. 

The light sound of the air conditioner was now accompanied with heavy panting, your chest heaving as Hyunjin softly pulled down your skirt and ran his hand through his blonde hair, pushing the stray hairs away before rolling off the cumfilled condom and throwing it on the floor, the rubber landing on the dark clothing that were pooling next to the leather couch. The young boy lays down beside you, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as you faded away in a million thoughts, still trying to process what just happened. You turned your head against his, feeling his lingering gaze on your face and you swore you could hear your heart beat in your ears as his cheekbones lifted, his now cherry red lips turning into a soft smile. 

“Do you like me?” 

You choked on your own saliva, coughing and sitting up in panic making Hyunjin worry, him patting you on the back as he sat up next to you. 

“I-im sorry,, I shouldn’t have- y/n,, so-sorry”

He mutters out as you start laughing, he looking confused at your chuckling figure. 

“T-that’s,,, quite the direct question” you say, clearing your throat before continuing. “I don’t know Hyunjin. You know that this isn’t possible”

You saw his previously twinkling eyes turn blank, his heart sinking. 

“Uhm,,, n-no totally not,,, I just said it to-”

He tried to play cool, brushing off the fact that he didn’t get the answer he so longed for. His gaze turning away from your angelic face.

“But I like you”

You spoke quietly, your voice cracking at the end. Hyunjin turned back to you.

“Why wouldn’t it work then?” he asked with a confused voice. You sighed

“Hyunjin, do you not know who you are? We fucked in a building where you own half of the rights, you work with famous people and your work is in every magazine, don’t you understand?”

He stayed silent for a while, comtemplating on what to say before grabbing your clammy hand. 

“Do you only see me for my career?”

You shake your head, trying to catch eye contact with the blonde boy but failing as he stares down at your small hand in his grasp. 

“Hyunjin, I love you but this feels way to quick,,, I can’t just-”

“I’ve known about you for a while, y/n. Do you know why we even worked together in the first place?” 

Hyunjin speaks calmly, a thin string of sadness threading through his voice. You shake your head, looking at him but he looking away.

“I reached out to Bangchan first”

You weren’t surprised, only confused. What did he see in you? 

“I know it might seem,, rushed! But if- if we both like each other then we can make it work. Please don’t worry about our reputations, you are more than your career y/n even if it means the world to you.”

Hyunjin hesitated finishing his sentence, feeling sick to his stomach from the fear of rejection. You withdrew your hand, instead opening your arms and hugging him to which he smiled and hugged you back, the both of you falling back on the couch facing each other. 

“I think I love you,,, like,,, I really love you”

Hyunjin brushed away a strand of hair from your face, his tender eyes meeting yours. 

“And I love you too, y/n”

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[nightfall-kachiniko]

hi i just read your shy goth mikasa au and im such a sucker for gothkasa, and i really love your writing can i request a part 2? 🛐🛐

BRO I KNOW THIS IS SO LATE - IM SO SORRY THANK YOU FIR REQUESTING! :d

Goth Mikasa x Reader Part 2!

Class had just ended and you were headed to the lunchroom. It was 12 PM and you meet up with armin on your way there.

The blonde kid that had been you, Eren, and Mikasa’s childhood friend adjusted his clothes as he walked, rambling on to you about his day.

“You know how crazy Jean is! I mean him and Eren flipped a table! It was insane!” He exclaimed, putting his lunchbox down at the table as you both began to sit down. “Aaa your lucky! You got to saw it first hand, now I’ll have to see it off of Connies shitty android phone” you groaned, teasing the bald headed kid next to you. “OI! I DONT HAVE AN ANDROID! TAKE THAT BACK!” he stood up as you laughed at how defensive he was.

“Oh hey Mikasa! Over here!” Armin waved his hand, looking at the girl with pigtails in her hair. At first she quickly glanced at you and then armin blushing, hesitant. “Yeah cmon mika!” You said, cheering her over.

“O-oh sorry at first I t-thought you were someone else..” she muttered, sitting down with her lunch tray. “Where’s eren?”

“Dumbass got suspended again, he threw the chair at jean after jean spilt water on him,” Connie said. Sasha, his best friend waved her arm, ‘meh’ ing it off. “Jean kind of deserved it though,” she bit into her lunch. “If it wasn’t for his stupid self purposely throwing water on him, he would have been here”

“Sounds like eren,” you said, leaning back in your chair. The raven haired girl avoided your gaze, yet, she was always looking at you when you glanced over. So you decided to say something, “hey Mika! Why don’t we go get matching bracelets this afternoon?” She bolted her head up at her name being called as her face turned a light shade of pink. “O-oh, I- o-okay..”

“If you have time of course! I don’t want to intervi-“

“No I have nothing scheduled today, so, that would be nice,” a small smile snuck up across her face, her hand trying to cover it. “Gotcha!” You made finger guns at her.

“You know I-“ and in an instant, your body feel backwards in the chair, tumbling off of it and onto the ground. You had no idea of what just hit you. “Ow, shit,” you said as Connie towered over you. “UHH OHHH SLAM DUNK ON THAT HEAD THOOOOOO-“ he roared, starling everyone, “shut up bald boy,” you said showing your fist to him. “Move, I’ve got this,” The shy girl crept up to your side, lightly pushing Connie out the way. “Are you alright y/n? Do you need to go to the nurse?”

Her hand reached out to help you up, “A-ah, I- I think.. I-I’m fine..” you grabbed onto her soft hand and she helped you to your feet. “Y/n, I think it would be better if I took you to the nurse,” she said, rubbing the back of your head, making sure it didn’t do that much damage.

“It’s okay mika, really..”

“GIRL YOU GOT A TENNIS BALL ON YO HEAD- GO TO THE NURSE-“ The bald boy said, mocking you,

“YEAH!? AND YOU GOT A DICK ON YOUR HEAD SO SHUT THE FUCK UP-“

“Damn..” Connie said, a bit hurt you said that. “Right now isn’t the time for games, y/n, here let me help you to the nurse.” Mikasa said, gripping your hand once again and pulling you towards her. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to miss your cla-“

“I’ll be fine, just come with me,” The raven haired woman practically drug you out of there, heading for the hallways. “You know y/n.. you really should be careful more,” her concerned tone caught you off guard, it sounded like as if it hurt her more than you. “Yeah, I know.. sorry I have to get you into this mess.”

You both walked in silence for a bit, “It’s fine, I don’t mind really. Erens already got himself into as much badness with himself and Jean,” she said, fittling your fingers. “Hm, that boy..” you said.

“W-what about him?” She looked up at you, curious. “Oh nothing, just he always gets into some kind of trouble.” She nodded with your response, “Yeah I guess... do you see anymore in him than just a jerk?”

You stopped in your tracks as the lady looked down at her feet, blushing. “Anything more? Hmm... he’s a good friend, I just hate how he mistreats you, you deserve better ya know?” You smiled a bit. She hesitantly looked up at you and then back at her hands.

“Mm..” mikasa stayed quiet. “Why ask that?” You questioned. “N-no reason,” she was very quick to let you know it was ‘nothing’. But, you could tell she was concerned about something. “Hm. All the guys at this school are jerks anyways, plus, I like girls better.” You said.

“Oh?”

“Yeah”

“That’s- true..” her quiet voice said, mumbling. “You know, I’ve already got my eye on someone, so I’m not really looking for any guys.”

Mikasa didn’t say anything, all she did was look to the ground. You both approached the Nurses office as you stopped at the door. “I’ll head back, my class starts in 2 minutes,” Mikasa informed. “Oh okay! Thank you for helping me get here! It’s hard since this damn school has gotten so big.” You saw her quickly nod as she turned on her heel, heading back.

“Oh and mikasa.” Her body stopped moving as she looked back at you. “Hm?”

“Consider the bracelet shopping today a date.”

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch.

Summery: What happens when you get the mark of your soulmate on your body at the age of 16? Just a mark where they would touch you for the first time. What happens when your name is Y/N Hamilton and your soulmates with Thomas Jefferson? Come and find out.

Warnings: Cursing. Days to Proof-Read this and I didn’t... oops?

Word Count: Around 1,140.

Enjoy!

The Hamilton siblings weren’t related by blood, the two were adopted and taken from their home in Charlestown, the capital of the island of Nevis. The two were born and left at an orphanage. Being the youngest two, Y/N and Alexander were adopted by Rachel and Tom Hamilton. Taken to Washington D.C, they lived in a comfortable house, part of the upper class in society. While Rachael was a cardiothoracic surgeon, Tom was a Lawyer who took a lot of different cases. From Immigration to Family cases.

The two Hamilton children, being the same age and growing up together. They shared the same group of friends. Y/N being the only female in the group.

John Laurens, a freckled, curly haired boy who moved to their neighborhood when his mother died and so him and his father decided to leave behind North Carolina and start fresh.

Hercules Mulligan, a tall, strong high school wrestler and also the son of one of the best fashion designers and fatherless.

Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette.... er, Lafayette as his friends call him. He came to Washington back in Freshman year, coming to live with his uncle George Washington. Who also happened to be the Principle of their High School.

Naturally, the group of five became best friends back in their freshman year. Their group wasn’t like usual high school groups. 

There was a French foreigner, who was a ladies man. A wrestler, who was a total flirt, Curly haired freckles, the best swimmer in the whole school. Alexander, the history nerd and the schools newspaper editor in chief. Then there was Y/N, the only girl in the group. Yet probably the smartest.

Y/N was an overachiever, while being a cheerleader, she was also a top student who had time to tutor those who needed help in classes.

Anyone who looked at the group, they wouldn’t think they were friends, yet they were. With the occasional addition of Aaron Burr, who only joined them when to argue with Alexander about what was being put on the school's paper.

Life was great, that is until they all turned 16 and the mark of the soulmate appeared on their skin. 

It’s been said that from the moment you turn a certain age, a black mark appears on your skin indicating the first time you ever touch your soulmate. You could speak to them, but there will come a time when you two would touch and you’ll know. The spot where your skin is marked will glow before fading.

It's said that when your soulmate passes, a new mark will appear on the person's skin. The last spot where their soulmate touched them.

Alexander and John figured it out quickly, of course it helped that the two liked each other. The fact that they happened to be soulmates, didn’t really shock anyone.

Lafayette had a black hand mark on his forearm, where his soulmate would touch him for the first time. Hercules had his hand mark wrapped around his wrist.

Y/N? Hers happened to be on her waist, two hand marks on each side of her waist. A place where many people could see whenever she wore her cheer outfit.

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So, on one Monday morning, half an hour before the group needed to get to school. They were at the Hamilton residence listening to Alexander complain about this race as Senior President.

 “Y/N can you be serious PLEASE?” Alexander snapped at his sister, narrowing his eyes at the girl who gave the boy a simple smile. “I am running against Thomas Jefferson of ALL people. Can we take this a little more seriously?”

John, Lafayette and Hercules were just lounging around the living room laughing at the two siblings. “What? I think it’s a great slogan for you, Alex!” Y/N said and looked at the poster she made for her brother.

“I don’t run very often… but when I do it’s for President! #Hamilton4President” John read over the girls shoulder, only to start laughing even more. The other boys joining in. Only Alexander stood there with eyes narrowed.

With a huff, the long-haired boy started to gather his things up to put away. “You all are no help.” He mumbled and the group rolled their eyes.

“Come off it, Alex. Thomas Jefferson has been off in Paris for a year, surely no one would vote for him as Senior President.” Y/N stood up and started to help her brother clean up the mess in the living room.

Once it was all cleaned up, y/n stood up and fixed her cheerleader warm up suit. The black leggings with CHEER written down her left leg in a magenta color, a tight white t-shirt and her black and magenta cheer jacket thrown on over it. Her feet supporting white tennis shoes.

Ignoring the boys as they watched her, Y/N simply rolled her eyes at Lafayette and Hercules. “I’m out! I have a cheer meeting to attend before homeroom.” She waved to them and headed out of the house, backpack over her shoulder.

After the short, ten-minute drive to the High School, Y/N parked her car and got out. Messing on her phone as she walked, Y/N bumped into someone and fell onto the floor right on her butt.

“Jesus…” the h/c girl complained and glanced up at who she ran into.

“Maddison, you asshole.” She pouted at the male in front of her before accepting his hand.

Finally, back on her feet, the two glared at one another before laughing. “Sorry, pom-pom. You ok?” he asked, looking guilty.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My ass hurts, but I’ll live.” She grinned and stuck her tongue out at the nickname the man gave her. “That’s cute. You call all the cheerleaders that, or just me?”

“YO JAMES!” A voice boomed down the hallway, causing the two to turn around. Y/N rolling her eyes and James sighing.

As the man came forward, a smirk on his face and a walk with swagger. Y/N crossed her arms over her chest.

“Would you look at the time?” Y/N laughed. “It’s Time-For-Me-To-GO o’clock.” With a wink towards James making the school's football team's Wide receiver laugh, Y/N rushed off down the hallway.

Making it out to the football field, where her fellow cheerleaders were sitting around. Y/N glanced at the time on her phone and listened to their Coach talk about how they needed to train harder and all that. It wasn’t till he felt her phone go off did Y/N glance at who was messaging her. After sending him a quick message, grinning. She went back to listen to her coach and felt her phone vibrate like crazy in her jacket pocket.

‘this… asshole…’ was the only thing going through Y/N's mind as she sent him a quick message before pushing her phone into her pocket again. Feeling her phone give one more buzz, she quickly checked the message before paying attention again.

As soon as they were allowed to leave, Y/N went to her locker and rolled her eyes at Hercules standing there.

“Your brother is annoyed.” The male laughed and Y/N just shrugged her shoulder. Showing that she didn’t care. When wasn’t Alexander annoyed?

“Were you talking with Jefferson?”

At the question, Y/N turned to Hercules and raised an eyebrow. “No. I was talking to James; I ran as soon as Jefferson made his way towards us. Ask James!” she snapped before slamming her locker shut and heading off towards homeroom.

Y/N was starting to really get annoyed with the guys annoying her because of Jefferson. If she wanted to talk with him, she would! Not that Y/N wanted to. She’s her own person, fuck them.

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