#i will never hear me complaining about it 😌

[kindahoping4forever]

Pretty sure by now the man knows about your back blog… Why else would he be doing that otherwise? Also, he could try to sound a little less horny, it’s only Monday

Listen after he pulled that topless apron nonsense, I have to believe he knows he's playing to some kind of specific audience lmao Also, I'm not sure if it's even possible to de-hornify that song 😏

[intrepidacious]

bring your hunger

summary: There is a Witcher in your house.

pairing: geralt of rivia x succubus!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: smut (18+ only!!), light dubcon due to demon magic, penetrative sex (p in v), some biting and choking 😌 please note that my blog is rated 18+. minors dni. ageless/empty blogs will be blocked without warning.

a/n: somehow it's been over a year since i posted a full fic but one ao3 writer's curse later here we are. whole new fandom. i've also never written smut until this show rewired my brain so bon appétit (please be kind). my biggest love to @aphrogeneias and @brandycranby who both let me complain about this story for about three months, i adore you!!

masterlist | read on ao3

There is a Witcher in your house.

You smell him long before you lay your eyes on him, the stench of his magic permeating the forest, harsh and acrid. Somewhere in the woods nearby, something is burning.

For a moment, you hesitate, considering your options. A lesser creature would’ve turned on the spot and run, would’ve stolen a horse in the nearby town and gotten as far away as possible, and maybe you should be doing the same. Forsake your home and this region and try to forget them to save your neck.

But your instincts are never wrong, and right now they are drawing you closer, one cautious step in front of the other, until your door creaks open.

He’s sitting in your chair, turned to the side to have a clear view of the entrance. He is propped up against the dining table, his matted white hair sticking to his forehead. The air is heavy with the smell of blood and sweat. Whatever happened across him managed to get him good; he seems to have bandaged himself up, somehow, but the gashes in his chest look painful.

He stares at you, frown deepening on his face, but he stays very still. There is a dangerous look in his amber eyes, full of fire and fury, and for some reason, that doesn’t scare you. Not at all.

Gods, you’re hungry.

There’s a steady pulse of power coming from him, muted but incessant, like his body’s not ready to drop the fight quite yet. He doesn’t, however, reach for the weapons he’s carelessly dropped on your good carpet.

So instead of fleeing, you draw the door shut behind you and you tilt your head.

It’s stronger now, the smell of your own powers. You don’t think it holds as much sway over Witchers as it would do over mere mortals, but it’s still enough for him to white-knuckle the edge of the table.

"I know what you are," he grits.

The low timbre of his voice makes you grin.

"That makes us even, then." You get closer to him, gingerly stepping over his swords. "Are you going to do something about it?"

His nostrils flare a little, but apart from that his face stays unreadable. Only his eyes betray him, still trained on your lips. He can’t help himself.

"I don’t kill your kind," he says.

"How generous of you." You come to a halt between his legs, reaching out to tilt his chin towards you.

He lets you, and there’s the slightest hint of amusement hidden at the corner of his mouth. From up close, the fire in his eyes burns even brighter.

"Let me show my appreciation," you say lowly.

His scent changes ever so slightly with the first small spike of his arousal. It sends a thrill of anticipation through you.

Your fingers trail down his throat, along his broad shoulders, down the taut muscles of his back, leaning into him even more. His hands fall to your hips, almost involuntarily. Slowly, unhurriedly, you let your nose brush against his and he inhales with a shudder.

This is always your favourite part. The final moments before they give into their desire, your meal prepared and served up on a silver platter, ready to indulge in.

"Don’t," he says, barely a warning.

"Don’t what?" You can feel his breath against your smile.

"Don’t tease."

"No?" He’s got remarkable restraint, this Witcher; but you can hear his racing heart. "Alright then."

And between one moment and the next, you let your clothes disappear.

It’s a simple trick, one that everyone of your kind can do as easily as blinking, but it’s never failed you. His eyes turn even darker as he realizes what you’ve done, as you move back a little to let him take you in. You lick your lips as another waft of his arousal reaches your nose.

Delicious.

"Is that better?" you whisper, tipping your head to the side.

He doesn’t reply. He pulls you towards him sharply, and then his mouth crashes against yours, hard and sudden. One of his hands grabs your ass, hauling you into his lap while the other one cradles the nape of your neck.

It’s a brutal kiss, divinely ferocious. Your naked core brushes over the noticeable bulge in his pants and he groans. You move your hips back and forth, just enough friction to make his fingers curl, nails biting into your skin.

This, you think, this is just what you’ve been craving. This sense of presence, of awareness. Your heartbeats growing faster. Pulling, tasting, wanting. More.

You only break the kiss to undo his belt, and he chases after your lips, hazy, starving.

You can relate.

He is already rock hard when you pull him out of his pants, ready and leaking. He pushes into your touch, raw need taking over.

You let out an appreciative hum, positioning yourself in his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on his chest. You want him to feel good, after all, no: you need him to.

You haven’t been sated in so long.

"Witcher," you chuckle breathlessly as his arms tighten around you, caging you against his body. "Aren’t you supposed to kill wicked, evil things like me?"

He growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. You gasp as he drags his tongue over the bite marks immediately; like he’s savouring your taste, too.

When he looks up at you again, his eyes are like molten embers.

Your hand tangles in his hair and you yank his head back to kiss him again, swallowing the sound he makes when you sink down on him, and it’s a pity, really, because you could get your fill from that alone. It’s delectably salty and bitter.

Finally, he’s fully inside you, and he tilts his hips to allow you a better angle as you start moving.

"So good for me," you murmur.

He slaps your hand away when you try to slip it between your bodies, and then his own fingers find your clit, gently teasing at first, but quickly applying more pressure. You gasp, your walls clenching around his cock.

He lets out a breathless huff. "There, huh?"

"That’s it. Just like that."

It’s too much. Your breaths quicken as the air around you starts to hum and crackle with building energy. It’s making your head swim, each precise stroke to your clit bringing you closer to that edge you’re chasing.

His mouth still trails along your neck, nipping there. Your skin already feels sticky with sweat and magic as you’re hurled ever closer to the peak of your arousal.

Just as the tension in your core gets tight enough to snap, he stills completely. His cock is fully sheathed inside you, but he doesn’t move, his arms around you hard and unyielding, not even allowing a single roll of your hips. Something between a whine and a growl escapes your lips as your canines come down hard enough to draw blood.

The Witcher smiles at you hazily. "Do you want to come, little demon?"

You want to bite him. You want to suck out his energy until he’s nothing more than a sad, empty husk.

Your snarl only brings out a dark glint in his eyes, and his hand moves to your neck, forcing you to hold his gaze. His grip tethers you in your denied pleasure.

"Ask nicely," he says lowly, brushing his lips against yours.

Wicked, evil man.

Underneath your skin, your powers are brimming with unease, not yet refilled, not yet repleted; he knows this. You know he knows, and yet you’re unwilling to give in. "Or what?"

His grin widens just a fracture as his chin juts out in unmatched arrogance. You could burn it off his face. You could dig your claws into the gashes in his chest and widen them even more, feast on his blood instead.

"I know you need it," he says. His cock twitches inside you. "Beg."

A shiver goes down your spine, hot and cold at the same time.

You don’t beg. Ever. You don’t yield control, not even for your meal, especially not to someone like him. But then he expertly applies pressure to your throat and your eyes roll back in your head, all thoughts lost to the thick haze of your desire.

"Please," you whimper, clenching around him again. "Please fuck me."

He groans, hips stuttering into yours involuntarily before he moves in earnest, keeping his hand on your throat. It’s almost agonisingly slow at first, one roll of his hips almost letting him slip out of your cunt completely before he pushes back in with one single, firm stroke.

Your startled cry of pleasure gets stifled by his mouth, coaxing, biting, until your claws dig into the thick muscles on his shoulders. The arm around your back guides your movement, pressing you even closer to his body than before as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, each one hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over.

You’re so close. You can already taste the precipice, black stars dancing along the edge of your vision.

Another moan rips out of you when you come apart for air, mouths open. "That’s it," he pants, watching you through half-lidded eyes, "Come for me."

His voice cracks with rapture, and it’s that more than the feeling of his own climax that sends you over the edge.

This part of your nature never gets old: As the orgasm rushes through you, the pent-up energy surrounding you snaps like lightning, funnelling into your body like an invisible current until you shudder blissfully with your appetite sustained. Your magic crackles around you, dancing on your burning skin like sparks of fire.

You hum appreciatively, your eyes still closed as you take a moment to collect yourself. This day has taken a pleasantly surprising turn, after all. It’s been too long since you’ve felt so thoroughly sated.

However, when you try to move out of his lap, the Witcher’s grip on you tightens decisively.

"Is that it?"

Your eyes fly open.

He is breathing heavily, but despite his loss of blood and the energy you’ve pulled from him, there’s not a trace of exhaustion to be found. He still has that same dangerous twinkle in his gaze. Fire and fury. Something lurches in your stomach.

"I thought your kind’s supposed to be insatiable," he says, leaning in to nuzzle at your collarbone. His medallion bumps against your breasts with a sharp vibration as his fingers trail down your side, a slow, torturously delicate touch. "You can give me one more."

It’s not a question. Still, the hands parting your legs even further are almost as gentle as they are relentless. A light press to your overstimulated clit has you keen, spasming around his cock, and he chuckles lowly.

"Eyes on me."

You hadn’t even noticed they’d fallen shut again. You’re leaning heavily into him now, another wave of pleasure starting to build as the smell of his magic envelopes you.

He growls, moving both of you around so you’re spread open on your dining table, him leaning over you with a look that wants to devour you whole. Like you’re the one being served up for him to make a meal out of. Impossibly, he’s growing hard again as his deft hands coax you closer to your next release.

"Just one more."

It’s such an obvious lie, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You’re brimming with energy, dizzyingly replenished and yet still ravenous. The air is humming with it, the promise of more.

"Don’t lie to me, Witcher," you still gasp.

His smile is positively sinful. "You said it yourself. I’m just so generous."

You’re so full. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see his aura flickering with lust, rich and decadent and beautiful.

"In other words," he continues, his lips brushing your ear right as you reach your peak again. "We are just getting started."

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[ddaddunugu]

smau ✨ how seventeen members react when you stole their hoodies.

🌷 includes: established relationship, hoshi's tiger ob$e$$ion,

🌷 note: headcanons under the panels. ✨ Missing jeonghan a little bit more today. So, there are extra jeonghan panels after the headcanons.

scoups would probably act nonchalant about it but is actually giddy inside. He likes the thought of you wearing his stuff. He'll probably be excited to see the other member's reaction when they see you wearing his hoodie so he'll go big and wear something to match with you. this big bear. 😌

Jeonghan teases you relentlessly about it, pretending to be upset. “You must really miss me to take my hoodie. Should I start charging rent for it?” But when he hears you say it makes you feel closer to him, he secretly melts and lets you keep it without hesitation.

Joshua will be super chill about it and even tells you to keep it. But when he realizes it’s his favorite hoodie, he jokingly pouts: “You couldn’t take the other one? That’s my lucky one!” Still, he doesn’t mind at all and tells you he’ll wear yours if he starts to miss you too.

If it’s his tiger-themed hoodie, hoshi puts his foot down. “Not my tiger hoodie! Anything but that!” But if it’s just a plain one, he gives in immediately, claiming, “At least my hoodie gets to go on adventures with you.” He’ll probably ask for a selfie of you wearing it just to tease you.

Jun pretends to chase you down to get his hoodie back but stops when he sees how cozy you look in it. “Fine, you can keep it." He'll pout and tell you to take him too, just to tease you. He secretly thinks you look better in it anyway and purposely leaves more hoodies lying around.

woozi will probably give you a pointed look and say, “Don’t stretch it out, okay?” But deep down, he’s flattered that you chose his hoodie. He acts like it’s a big deal but secretly feels proud that you think of him when you want comfort.

dk is dramatically shocked when he sees you wearing it: “That’s my favorite hoodie! You’re lucky I like you.” But he’ll insist on taking a picture of you wearing it because he thinks you look adorable. He’ll end up smiling every time he sees the picture later.

wonwoo notices right away but doesn’t say much, except for a small smirk and a quiet, “I was wondering where that went.” He loves how natural you look in it and secretly hopes you never give it back. He even considers leaving another one for you to “steal.”

Mingyu will jokingly complain about it. “First, you steal my food. Now my hoodie? What’s next, my bed?” But when you tell him how comfy it is, he grins and lets it slide. “Just don’t get crumbs on it, okay?” He’ll still act dramatic about it but secretly loves it.

the8 will probably pretend to be annoyed, saying, “You could’ve just asked, you know.” But when he sees how happy you look, he smirks and says, “Fine, keep it. But now you owe me a coffee date to make up for it.” He’ll probably use this as an excuse to spend more time with you.

seungkwan acts dramatically betrayed. “Not my hoodie! How could you?” But he’s only joking and ends up letting you keep it. He’ll tease you about it for weeks, but every time he sees you wearing it, he smiles because he knows it makes you think of him. Will probably ask for snacks as "payment" just to see how much you wanted his hoodie.

vernon is chill about it but makes a sarcastic comment like, “Couldn’t find your own clothes, huh?” When you try to give it back, he refuses and says, “Nah, you can keep it. Just don’t lose it, or I’ll have to take one of yours.” He’s secretly touched that you wanted his hoodie.

dino will probably act like you’ve committed the ultimate crime. “You stole my hoodie! Do you know how long it took me to pick that one out?” But he quickly gives in when he sees you smiling and says, “Fine, you’re my favorite thief anyway.” He secretly hopes you wear it often. He'll also probably tell you not to steal his positive mindset like the other members do.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・

imy yoon jeonghan. 🥺🌷

[lewisvinga]

forza madrid | carlos sainz x fem! bellingham! reader

summary;, when posting about being a ferrari fan gets y/n bellingham invited to a grand prix where she meets carlos who is shocked by her last name.

fc; tyla

warnings; cursing

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

notes; requested ! omg i love this sm, real madrid and f1 , ahhhhh, esp carlos and judeeee! and i decided to do a race instead bc of the spanish gp n stuff yk

masterlist !

ynbellingham uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; what i do while getting ready before someone’s… match, forza ferrari ! scuderiaferrari] [caption 2; i know you scored a golazo but put a damn shirt on judebellingham…..]

judebellingham replied to your story !

judebellingham but if i was one of your ferrari boys, you wouldn’t be complaining 🙄🙄🙄🙄

ynbellingham shut the fuck up you will never be carlos sainz.

judebellingham WOMP WOMP i’ll meet him before u #madridprivilege 🤪

ynbellingham yeah OKAY SURE we’ll see

liked by judebellingham, carlossainz55, and others !

ynbellingham: tysm scuderiaferrari for giving me the opportunity to go to the spanish grand prix! 🫶 it’s a dream come true to see a race in person and meet the amazing ferrari drivers 🥹 forza ferrari❤️

tagged; scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55, charles_leclerc

scuderiaferrari: we loved having the coolest bellingham in our garage !

ynbellingham: YOU HEAR THAT judebellingham jobebellingham ?

jobebellingham: u have admin at gun point stfu

scuderiaferrari: we ❤️ y/n too much sorry😅

judebellingham: so that’s why you didn’t come to your dear little brothers match this sunday 😒😒

ynbellingham: u scored womp womp, ferrari is cooler

judebellingham: wow…. WOWW… ok i see how it is

camavinga: that’s how it always is with you two🙄

username: the bellinghams are all fine asf what the fuck

username: Y/NNNN😍😍

username: omg carlos and charles 😣

vinijr: wow you didn’t take me🙄

ynbellingham: u had goals to score, vinicius.

username: the way she automatically got close w the squad bc of jude and how pretty she is is so funny

charles_leclerc: it was fun to have you visit ! liked by ynbellingham !

carlossainz55: wait, you’re a bellingham? like jude bellingham’s sister??? and no one told me?

ynbellingham: yes unfortunately i’m related to the tap in merchant

judebellingham: FUCK OFF how’d u meet an f1 driver before me

carlossainz55: ferrari admin said she’s the coolest 🥸

judebellingham: carlos sainz….. as a madridista ur supposed to like me more

ynbellingham: go away, pude pellingham

judebellingham: it was one penalty..

username: let carlos shoot his shot w her damn jude liked by carlossainz55 and ynbellingham !

ynbellingham uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; ❤️] [caption 2; red at the beach bc ferrari double podium today 😁]

carlossainz55 replied to your story !

carlossainz55 liking spain ?

ynbellingham is the carlos sainz of ferrari liking and replying to my stories ???🤭🤭🤭 give me a second to fangirl

ynbellingham but yes lol, i’ve been staying w my brother and it’s amazing, i prefer madrid though, i’😁

carlossainz55 madrid’s the best part of spain

ynbellingham says the madrid native

carlossainz55 and why do you prefer madrid ?

ynbellingham touché

ynbellingham my brother plays for real madrid and he’s bugging me to tell u he says hi🙄

carlossainz55 tell him i said hi and thank you for saving us 😁 he’s been amazing it’s crazy! the amount of times he has saved me from going crazy with his goals😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

ynbellingham literally how is my brother saving my sanity when he’s been making me lose it since the day he was born 😀😀

carlossainz55 quick question, have you been to best parts of madrid ?🤨

ynbellingham i go wherever jude goes who goes wherever cama, tchou, rodry, and vini go 😄

carlossainz55 noooo as a madrid native, i know the absolute best parts😌😌

carlossainz55 i’m going to madrid tonight for a few days

ynbellingham and you want to see me🧐

carlossainz55 can you blame me? you are the best bellingham

ynbellingham why thank u carlos

ynbellingham luckily for you, i’m free all week

carlossainz55 q bueno [excellent]

carlossainz55 i’ll see you again soon 😉 liked by ynbellingham !

ynbellingham uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; mornings in madrid ☀️] [caption 2; when bellingol buys u a dress to impress a man 🤎 thank u stupid judebellingham] [caption 3; ‘i’ll show you the best of madrid’…. makes us pasta… 😀���� ( there were no open spots at the restaurant we were going to)]

judebellingham replied to your story !

judebellingham gross get a room

judebellingham i take it back, DONT GET A ROOM

ynbellingham ur a cock blocker btw

judebellingham Y/N????

carlossainz55 replied to your story !

story one

carlossainz55 hermosa 😍 [beautiful] liked by ynbellingham !

story two

carlossainz55 he has good taste 😉 liked by ynbellingham !

story three

carlossainz55 you liked my pasta !

ynbellingham it was delicious but i was looking forward to getting the best paella 😞

carlossainz55 are you busy tonight ?

ynbellingham are you asking me out 🧐

carlossainz55 you up for date 2 ?😁

ynbellingham give me the time and place 😌

carlossainz55 oh no, i’m picking you up, hermosa. at 5, i’ll make reservations

carlossainz55 you’ll get that paella , trust me liked by yourusername !

carlossainz55 uploaded to his story !

[caption 1; gracias judebellingham !🤍] [caption 2; ferrari red ❤️] [caption 3; the best paella in madrid!]

liked by carlossainz55, judebellingham, and others !

ynbellingham: my month so far; post ucl game win club fit , ferrari garage , taste testing his own lobster carbonara, wearing the dress my stupid brother got me, my stupid brother w my other stupid brother, carlos after i jokingly told him i was gonna turn into a culer

tagged; carlossainz55, judebellingham, jobebellingham

carlossainz55: hermosa😍

yourusername: and you’re guapo 🤭 [handsome]

carlossainz55: it was a pretty good carbonara though

ynbellingham: it was truly amazing

username: OMG??

username: carlos and y/n???

username: carlos already down bad for y/n iktr

username: her body teaaaa😩

username: she got a white man on her rosterrrr

username: AND he feeds her pasta & lobster 😫😫

judebellingham: u jokingly said what now…

carlossainz55: my exact reaction !

ynbellingham: u both are such drama queens I WAS JOKING

carlossainz55: amor, we never joke about liking the rivals.

vinijr: WOW y/n WOWW

camavinga: no me?

ynbellingham: next photo dump promise edu😢

jobebellingham: i don’t live in madrid and don’t see u often so that means jude is automatically the stupid one

ynbellingham: so true bestie so true

judebellingham: reminder that i buy you things all the time. BOTH OF YOU😒

username: bellingham’s and the sainz??? what in the multiverse

username: when i forza ferrari and hala madrid too hard they become forza madrid liked by ynbellingham and carlossainz55!

[arminsumi]

Hii can we pls get an extremely smitten in love like love sick gojo pls?????

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤

A/N: ABSOLUTELY!! 🥰

Wc ≈ 1.7k

Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: the annoying popular boy at college has his heart set on you 😌💕

Warnings; it's a little cheesy

There’s a white-haired boy that always, always sits next to you in every single class. He’s got the looks that kill, one-of-a-kind features, almost too pretty to be on earth; the kind of boy that makes even teachers stutter in the middle of their lecture simply because of his presence.

So many girls fawn over him, like he’s the rockstar of your college with a bunch of groupies following wherever he goes.

And that ticks off one reason you don’t like Gojo Satoru.

The other reasons? To narrow it down; he’s an arrogant cocky flirty bastard who will not stop asking you out to parties and dates. Persistent and determined to make you crack and finally fall for him. Relentless and fast in his pursuit of your heart no matter how far it runs – he’s gonna getcha, he knows it, it’s just a matter of time.

He’s never felt this deeply or intensely. It makes his head spin. When you walk in the room, when you speak, when he sees your name on an attendee list… it has him feeling tingly and lightheaded. Even getting a text from you makes him jump; he replies in two seconds and pouts when you leave him on read. He even complains to his mom and Suguru about you.

This boy is the walking symptoms of lovesick.

But he’s in heavy denial about it. No, no – he’s not obsessed, you’re obsessed. He’s not crushing on you; you’re crushing on him. He’s not chasing you; you’re chasing him. He doesn’t wanna kiss you, you wanna kiss him.

“You have such a fat crush on me.” He smirks, talking unashamedly loudly so everyone who’s passing down the columned corridor can hear.

You sigh. “No I don't, Gojo.”

“It’s Satoru to you,” he winks, “And anyways, you’re not busy this afternoon, yeah?”

“Actually I am – ”

“Great! Let’s go out.”

Your whole face spells how frustrated you are.

“Oh my god…” you sigh, getting up for your next class which was in two minutes – Gojo took up all your time. Your friends had long slipped away after he gave them a glare, snickering as they did because they thought the whole thing between you and him was hilarious.

His long legs strode next to you down the corridor.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To class.” you replied.

“Let me walk you there.” he offered eagerly.

“Thanks, but there’s really no need.” you replied.

He looked at you like a sad puppy, so you gave in. “Oh my god, fine then.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“What!” you looked at him incredulously, “You’re the one who – oh my god never mind. Walk me to class, Gojo.”

He grinned in satisfaction. You almost wanted to smack him.

“It’s Satoru.” He corrected.

“I’m not calling you that. We’re not friends.” You said.

“Gosh, you’re breaking my heart!” he jokes, but deep down he was a little cut by that. You could tell by how he said no more smart remarks. He was silent.

You slid into your seat, watching your professor prepare the sliding whiteboards with awful scribbles of calculus. Gojo slid right next to you, settling his smart ass down a little closer than last time. He was aching to get closer to you in any way he could.

“I need a pen.” He whispered under his breath to you as soon as the lecture began.

“Seriously? Again? Where do you keep putting the ones I give you, up your ass?”

He smirked at you. Pretty blue eyes peaked over the rims of his sunglasses. You weren’t the only one to notice that he had them on indoors; the professor glanced over and immediately reprimanded him.

“Gojo, glasses off indoors, please. Don’t make me keep reminding you.” She said.

Gojo grumbled and reluctantly took them off, setting them down on the desk. You’d already began hastily scribbling notes, but all Gojo managed to do for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the lecture was drum his borrowed pen on his empty spiralbound notebook. He stole thirsted glances of you out of the corner of his eyes.

At some point his attention solely focused on you.

He observed you intently; the way you held your pen, the pace at which you write, your handwriting, how you leaned over just enough for your breasts to lightly squish against the desk.

“Hey.” He whispered to you.

You looked at him bemusedly. Ah, here he goes again. Fifteen minutes in and he has something to say to you.

“Can I copy your notes?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you whisper-shouted. The professor was so deep into her lecture about calculus that she didn’t notice Gojo starting to chat you up.

Asking to copy your notes was just his entry into flirting; what followed next was “I like your handwriting” and “so about that date…” and “there’s a party at my place this weekend…” and “wanna ditch this class together?”

“Satoru,” you said, “shut up, please.”

He shut up, not because you asked him to – he would have gone on and on despite your wishes, but you called his name. That took him aback so much so that he actually had to recompose himself and sit back, take in a breath, think for a bit. The way you pronounced his name had him in pieces.

Now came the part of the lecture where Satoru started making you laugh. You tried so hard not to, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction – but he had a good humour, you couldn’t deny a few breathy laughs here or there.

His unwavering stare was so distracting. That and the fact he kicked his feet up on the desk. He took them down when the professor turned around, and then resumed his lazy position as soon as she turned back to the whiteboard.

“Satoru,” you began, “How is it that you never take notes and still pass?”

He shrugged. “I’m a prodigy. You’re sitting next to a real genius.”

You regretted asking.

He felt bad, so he gave you a small honest answer. “I cram at night.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Would be nice to have a study buddy…” he suggested.

“No.”

“But wouldn’t it be nice? Let’s study in the library later.”

“No – ”

“Okay! I’ll meet ya there!” he smiled decisively, choosing to ignore your decline.

The class concluded, and Gojo lingered by your desk waiting for you to pack up. Some lovestruck girls always approached him at that point, and he held small talk with them. He absolutely let their compliments fuel his ego.

You tried to take advantage of the fact he was distracted by them so you could slip out of the lecture theatre unnoticed. But he had good eyes.

“Oh, gotta go. Bye.” He said hastily, eyes locked on you like you were his target. He practically tumbled down the desk levels to get to you.

Just as you disappeared beyond the door, he caught up with you, lanky body colliding with yours on ‘accident’. You thought it was deliberate, but it really was an accident – he was so clumsy around you. He threw you a lopsided, apologetic smile.

That familiar sad puppy expression developed on his features as you walked quickly down the corridor and ignored him. Inside, you were bitter about how he bathed in those girl’s attention.

He had his hands behind his back. A peculiar thing – he usually walked like he owned the place with his hands swinging like a model on a runway. You stopped abruptly in your tracks when you noticed his deflated behavior. He bumped into you again.

“Hey…”

“Sorry.” He muttered apologetically.

“… wanna get lunch together, after studying?” you offered, feeling bad for how you ignored him the whole walk to the library.

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! Yeah… uh, yes.” He almost choked. “Absolutely.”

After that, he had a pep in his step as he followed you into the library.

Studying with him was super unproductive. He kept teasing your face, pinching your cheeks and ears to get your attention and then when he had it, he started rambling about something.

Then he pulled giggles out of you. He did such goofy, stupid things.

“Look.” He said, so you looked away from your textbook.

You shook your head.

He had balanced a book on his head and bit his borrowed pen between his pearly whites.

“Don’t put my pen in your mouth! I don’t want your germs.” You said.

He grinned.

You had to admit… that was an attractive smile. The way his Addam’s apple subtly shifted. The way his eyes lit up. The way his eyes creased.

He took the book off his head and the pen out of his mouth.

“You don’t want my germs?” he pouted jokingly.

“No, no way.”

“How are we ever gonna kiss?”

“E – excuse m – what? Huh?”

Gojo giggled. He threw that in just to see your reaction.

“You sooo wanna kiss me.” He teased.

“Uh… I don’t…” you swallowed.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He said, his tone shifting into a genuinely serious one.

“I’m not lying. I’d never kiss you.” You spoke.

“Yeah?”

He brought his face closer to you. So close you could see the subtle freckles on his pale cheeks.

“What would you do if I kissed you?” Gojo asked, peering at your soul with his eyes.

You stuttered, too stunned to response. What would you do? It was a genuine question, you could tell by the tone of his voice and look in his eyes. He really wanted to know.

“I don’t know…” you responded.

“Have you thought about it at all?” he asked. A slight nervousness shook his vocals. There was the smallest of voice cracks as he said ‘thought’.

Should you have been honest? You were looking into his eyes contemplatively. Was he trying to trick you? Was he gonna get an answer out of your lips and then humiliate you with it?

You just bit the bullet and said it.

“Yeah, I guess I have.”

His eyes searched for any hints that you were kidding. You got his heart thumping, his blood rushing around so hard he felt dizzy.

It looked like he wanted to kiss you really badly, but your phone went off and ruined the moment completely. The lovey air dissolved between you and him and he wished it hadn't.

While you hastily took your phone call, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes that Gojo had a boyish blush on his face.

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shy!sweetheart!reader being secretly a metalhead (enjoying bands like falling in reverse and bad omens). rafe finding out like 🤨

this was ridiculously cute to write😌 and i felt like it feet pogue!bartender!reader's universe 100% so i did it.....if it wasn't want you wanted IM SORRY but it's canon in my head and my fingers worked really fast to write this down lmao. thank you for the request!!🩵🫂

you're in the walls that i made - r.c

pairing: rafe x pogue!reader (bartender!reader universe)

It had been a long day, and all you wanted to do was get home, toss on your favorite oversized hoodie, and dive into a YouTube rabbit hole of random videos on your phone.

Rafe, of course, was your ride—like usual. He’d somehow appointed himself as your unofficial chauffeur after shifts, and you weren’t exactly complaining. You were saving up for a car, and you were almost there, only a few more weeks and you’d have your baby.

But it was nice to have a reliable ride, even if it came with his very questionable music taste.

"Alright, let's go," Rafe said, pulling up in his shiny black truck as you slid into the passenger seat.

The smell of leather and cologne hit you immediately, as did the unmistakable thumping bass of whatever rap song he had blasting. The lyrics were, as usual, about women, money, and something about getting high on a yacht. You made a face without even realizing it—like you did every time.

"What's that look for?" Rafe smirked, glancing over at you as he pulled out of the parking lot.

You shrugged, hoping he’d let it slide. "Nothing. Just... nothing."

Rafe wasn’t the kind of guy to let anything slide. "Nah, you do that every time I play my music.”

You bit your lip, wondering if he thought you were a snob now. “What? No I don’t.”

He shot you a side-eye, his smirk widening as he pressed a little harder on the gas. "You got somethin' better on your playlist?"

It wasn’t like you were embarrassed. You just didn’t think Rafe, with his expensive taste and rich boy vibes, would get it. But before you could answer, the radio cut in between songs with an ad, and you almost jumped in your seat.

“On September 6th, for one night only, Bad Omens will be performing live at the Greyhall venue on the mainland! Get your tickets now before they sell out!”

Your heart raced. Bad Omens. They were one of your favorite bands, and they were going to be right there—just a ferry ride away. You stared at the radio, gripping the sides of the seat like you were about to take off.

"Wait, what?" You said under your breath, but loud enough that Rafe noticed.

He furrowed his brow, glancing between you and the road. "You okay? What's up?"

You bit your lip, feeling the excitement rising inside you and knowing it was pointless. You couldn’t afford concert tickets, let alone the ferry and everything else that came with it. But still, you couldn’t help the tiny squeak of frustration that escaped.

"It’s nothing. Just…one of my favorite bands is playing."

Rafe’s eyebrows shot up. "Favorite bands?" His voice lilted with surprise. "You never told me you had a favorite band. Wait—what band?"

You fidgeted in your seat, the seatbelt suddenly feeling too tight. "Bad Omens."

He blinked. "Who?"

Of course. You sighed. "They're a metalcore band. Like heavy, but not just noise. They actually sing. And scream. It’s complicated."

Rafe's expression was priceless—like you just told him you were secretly a wizard or something.

"Metalcore?" He repeated, testing the word,"Wait, hold up. You’re telling me you like that screamo stuff?"

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

You? The girl who got him by the balls since he laid his eyes on you? The quiet, sweet, always-put-together girl he drove home after work, into metalcore? It was like you just told him you had a secret double life.

You shrugged, feeling yourself blush a little. "It’s not just screamo. There's a lot more to it. It's deep."

“Screamo stuff,” he repeated, trying to wrap his head around it. His eyes moved from the road back to you, still processing. You were full of surprises, and every time he learned something new about you, it knocked him off his feet. He wasn’t used to it. Most girls he’d been with were pretty predictable—into the same stuff, liked the same fancy dinners, designer bags, the whole kook lifestyle. And then there was you.

You still sounded a little defensive, your fingers messing with the hem of your shirt. “I swear, there’s actual singing and meaning behind the lyrics.”

Rafe leaned back in his seat, still smirking, but he wasn’t laughing at you. He was actually impressed. You really didn’t care what anyone thought, did you? He couldn’t even pretend to understand the music, but it wasn’t just that—it was everything about you that threw him off in the best way.

"So that’s why you’re always making faces at my music? ‘Cause it’s not—what, hardcore enough for you?"

You couldn’t help but giggle. "I mean yeah, kinda." You glanced over at him, like you were waiting for him to crack a joke or say something stupid, but all he could do was stare at you like you’d just become ten times more interesting. “What, I don’t look like someone who’d enjoy heavy music?”

He laughed, shaking his head.  “I would've never guessed. You’re always so quiet. Sweet. I thought you’d be into, I don’t know, something soft and cute. You look like you’d be into Taylor Swift, not dudes screaming about whatever it is they scream about.”

You let out a small laugh, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sound. He loved that laugh. “Well, I do like Taylor Swift. But, you know, metal is just...it hits different.”

Rafe’s face went from shock to something else, like he was putting pieces together in his head. "Wait, that explains so much. Every time I put on something with a chill beat, you look like you’re dying inside."

"I just have different taste," you admitted.

"Damn, never thought I’d see the day," he muttered, more to himself. “So, this band of yours—Bad Omens—where they playing?"

"Greyhall in September,” you said quietly. "But it’s fine. I can’t afford to go."

He frowned. "The hell you can’t. Just get the tickets."

You blinked at him. "I can’t, Rafe. They’re probably expensive, and I’ve got rent and bills. Y’know, real life stuff?"

He furrowed his brow, like the concept of not being able to afford something was completely foreign to him. “It’s just tickets. How much could they be?”

"Probably more than I make in a week. Plus the ferry, the drinks, food—it's not that simple."

He glanced at you, like he was doing the math in his head. The guy lived in a world where nothing was “that simple” because everything was already done for him. He didn’t have to think about rent or ferry costs or budgeting for groceries. That wasn’t Rafe’s reality, and for a second, you could see it in his eyes—he forgot that your world wasn’t his.

"Alright," he said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal, "I’ll get them."

"What?"

"I’ll get the tickets," he repeated, more casual this time, like it was the easiest solution in the world. "You wanna see them, right? So I’ll buy the tickets."

Your mouth fell open. "Rafe, no. You can’t just—"

He looked at you like you’d just said something offensive. "I can.”

"No, you’re not buying me concert tickets. That’s ridiculous."

He rolled his eyes, acting like it was no big deal. “I’ve spent more on dumber shit. Consider it an early birthday gift. Or whatever."

“Do you even know when my birthday is?”

He didn’t even miss a beat, "October 8th” he said, his voice so smooth and confident that it caught you off guard.

Your jaw dropped a little, and you stared at him. "Wait—how do you know that?"

He shrugged casually, but he was proud of himself. "What, you think I don’t pay attention to you?”

When it came to you, he was locked in. Every detail, every little thing you mentioned, he was soaking it up. He knew. Out of all the random things, that’s what he remembered. You never told him outright; maybe it came up once in a passing conversation, weeks ago, buried under a million other details about work or life or whatever. And yet, here he was, dropping the exact date like it was nothing. You tried to play it cool, but inside, your brain was short-circuiting. Rafe Cameron knows my birthday. He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead, that smirk still glued to his face. He was being way too natural about the whole thing.

“Okay,” You snapped out of it, “You’re not buying me tickets, Rafe,” you warned him, crossing your arms and shaking your head. “Seriously, I can’t let you do that.”

He barely glanced at you, too busy making a smooth turn, “You act like I just offered to buy you a house. It’s a couple of tickets, not that big of a deal.”

“To you!” You huffed, leaning back in the seat. “It’s a big deal to me. I’m not just gonna let you drop money like that. For what? For a concert that you’re not even going to?”

Rafe let out a low chuckle, which only fueled your frustration. He thought this was funny.

“It’s just tickets,” he repeated, like that was going to wear you down. “Look, if it bothers you that much, you can pay me back. And I can go with you”

You felt your heart do this weird little somersault, like it didn’t know whether to panic or be excited.

What the hell was he talking about.

Rafe Cameron, Mr. Country Club, wanted to go to a metalcore concert with you?

Your head was spinning. He doesn't even know the band, you thought, trying to figure out if he was serious or just messing with you. But judging by the way he was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, he wasn’t joking.

“You’re gonna come with me to a Bad Omens concert?” Your voice came out more skeptical than you intended, but could he blame you. The thought of Rafe at a concert full of screaming fans and heavy breakdowns was honestly hilarious.

He shrugged, eyes still on the road, totally unfazed. “Yeah, why not? Could be fun.”

Fun? FUN? You were genuinely struggling to picture him, in his usual attire, khaki shorts and a Ralph Lauren polo, at a venue packed with sweaty metalheads. You almost wanted to laugh, but then again, he was doing this for you. He was willing to put up with a night of music he definitely didn’t like, just so you could see one of your favorite bands. That meant something.

You scoffed. “How would I pay you back anyway? With what? My tips from bartending at the country club? Gonna take me six months to pay off Bad Omens tickets.”

He glanced over, eyebrow raised, like he was sizing you up. “You’re seriously gonna pass up the chance to see one of your favorite bands because you’re too proud to let me help?”

You bit your lip, torn between how much you wanted to see them live and how uncomfortable it felt to accept help from someone like Rafe. He was used to throwing money around—his daddy’s money, no less—and you... well, you weren’t like that. You’d grown up on the other side of the island, working your ass off to afford anything. 

The idea of someone just buying something for you? It made you feel weird. Like a sell-out.

“It’s not about a couple bucks. It’s about you doing this because you feel like you have to or something.”

His jaw tightened just slightly, and he shook his head like you were missing the point completely. “I don’t feel like I have to do anything. I want to do this. There’s a difference.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not letting him off the hook just yet. “Why? Why do you want to do this so bad?”

There it was. That look again. He hesitated, like he was deciding whether to be fully honest or not, then leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel again, trying to play it cool.

“Because,” he started, his voice casual but his eyes were giving him away. “This is what friends do. They look out for each other. I’m not letting you miss something you clearly want.”

Saying the word made his chest hurt just a little. Friends. Right. But he didn’t let it show. He wasn’t exactly the relationship type, and everyone knew it. You probably knew it, but when it came to you things were different. And maybe the idea of spending time with you at that concert—just the two of you, no work, no distractions—sounded like a dream. How could he say that without looking like an idiot? Or worse, like a an asshole trying to buy his way into your life.

“Rafe, be serious,” you sighed. “I don’t like feeling like I owe someone.”

“You don’t owe me shit,” he said quickly, a little sharper this time. He seemed almost offended. “Why do you keep acting like this is some big favor? I’m not holding it over your head or anythin’. I just want you to go to the concert and have a good time. Is that so hard to accept?”

You did want to go. Badly. But accepting help like this wasn’t your style, especially not from Rafe, who lived in a completely different world. And yet you could feel how much he genuinely wanted you to say yes.

 “I’m being realistic.”

Rafe snorted. “Realistic? You’re being stubborn as hell.”

“I’m not—”

“Yeah, you are,” he cut you off, pulling into a stop at the light and turning his whole body toward you. His eyes were locked on yours now, serious but still with that hint of playful annoyance. “Look, I get it. Fine. You want to go to the concert. I’m offering to make it happen. End of story.”

He was used to getting what he wanted, and, right now, what he wanted was for you to take these tickets.

“Why do you care so much?” you asked, your voice coming out quieter than you intended.

He hesitated for half a second. Then that smirk of his came back, though it felt different. “Because I like seeing you excited about something. You’ve been dragging your feet every time I see you, and now, you hear some band’s coming to town, and you light up like it’s Christmas. You think I’m gonna let you miss that over a couple bucks?”

You opened your mouth, but no sound came out. He was always so sincere. And it threw you off completely. Rafe was a lot of things to a lot of people—cocky, reckless, arrogant—but he wasn’t usually thoughtful. Not to them. Not like this. You seemed to be the only one who saw the good in him.

But you still weren’t giving in. “Rafe... it’s just weird, okay? I don’t want it to be like you’re doing me a favor.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. “Fine. Then don’t think of it like that. Think of it like— I’m investing in something I wanna see. You freaking out at this concert, screaming your head off, losing your voice for two days—that’s entertainment.”

 “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re difficult,” he shot back, eyes narrowing playfully. “But I’m not backing down, so you might as well just say thank you and take the tickets.”

“Or what?” you challenged, but your voice was softening.

“Or I’ll buy the tickets, show up at your door, and force you to go.”

You blinked. “You wouldn’t.”

He grinned. “Try me. C’mon,” he pushed, sensing you were caving. “You work your ass off at that club, always taking care of everyone else. For once, just let someone take care of you.”

Your breath hitched at that. He wasn’t just being cocky or trying to win an argument anymore. He meant it. You looked out the window, chewing on your lip. This was new, this was all so new to you it felt a little pathetic with how hard your heart was racing. There was a moment of silence, like you were both just waiting for the other to blink first.

Finally, you sighed, throwing your hands up in defeat. “Fine! Fine. Buy the stupid tickets. But don’t think I’m not paying you back. I’ll find a way.”

He just laughed, clearly satisfied with his victory. “I’ll take that as a ‘thank you, Rafe. You’re the best friend ever.’”

You rolled your eyes again but couldn’t help smiling a little. “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Cameron.”

As the light turned green and he started driving again, you let out a long breath, not knowing why you were giving up so easily. There was this strange warmth in your chest, knowing he cared enough to go toe-to-toe with you over something as small as a concert.

“Hey, for the record,” Rafe said after a moment, glancing over at you. “I’d do it again. Just so you know.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What? Fight me over tickets?”

He grinned, looking back at the road. “Nah. Fight you over anything, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, but you were beaming like an idiot now. You felt lighter. “Just don’t think this means I’m letting you pick the music on the way there.”

“Deal,” he said, laughing as he leaned back in his seat, clearly proud of himself. “But don’t get too used to it. Next time, it’s back to rap and yachts.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

As he drove, you couldn’t help but peek over at him, catching the way his jawline tensed and relaxed, the way his fingers tapped the steering wheel like he was still buzzing from the conversation.

And yeah, maybe you’d heard the rumors surrounding him, believed them a little before.

Now, you weren’t so sure.

All the while Rafe felt like he’d just won the lottery. You had no idea how hard he was falling for you, piece by piece. Every small detail about you made him fall harder, and it scared the hell out of him how much he cared. But he couldn’t stop now.

Truth was, he didn’t want to.

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RANKING SBG SHIPS BECAUSE LOKI GAVE US ALL FREE WILL 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

Aidlyn/Ashden: good lord the chemistry. the 'he fell first but she fell harder' trope. the lil gestures by aiden. him annoying tf out of her but also becoming very caring when she's hurt. I'M SO CALM RN GUYS. and the fact that them ending up together is inevitable lmfao XD 9/10

Benlor: FUCKKK IM SERIOUSLY NOT OK THESE TWO ARE JUST SO PURE AND SWEET TO EACH OTHER. ESPECIALLY TAYLOR TOWARDS HIM, cuz he kinda suppresses his feelings and is a sad boi :( dw ben taylor's gonna make you feel happy again fosho lmao 😭 the lil blushing ben always does around taylor! her supporting his ideas even tho they flop! her helping him calm down from barron through music! her always cheering him up whenever he's gloomy! her being the first to thank him for opening up! THEY'RE LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDER! GOD IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM 😭😭😭 10/10

Tylenol/Tylo: i never thought of the prospect of them together, but post tumblr i must say its interesting. not just them being the single ones in the team, but i like the way tyler defended logan against barron, and his general protective aura around logan. but then again tyler was kinda rude to logan in the start. idk it just gives me the ick 4/10

Tyden: LMAO the continuous saga of them pissing tf out of each other. it would be fuckin hilarious if they somehow end up together. but apart from the general hilarious bickering, there's not too much to it 5/10

Tayden: goddamn their friendship is so precious!! her painting his nails? her carrying him on his shoulders in dat one artwork?PURE BESTIE VIBES they just match each other's freak lmfao. 8/10

Logden: meh there are not any significant moments between these two. 1/10

Loglor/Taygan: no but why can i actually see this happening lol. the way theyre both so gentle around each other! then the way she was the first to help him when he got slashed by the phantom? and also the way she stood up for him when tyler was being rude? AND the lil hugs they give each other which none of the duos in the gang give? Cute af! 7/10

Benlyn: ooh the two quiet people of the gang! they could work out really well bcoz they definitely understand each other's struggles with muteness and phantom hearing respectively. plus that panel of ben braiding ashlyn's hair was so cute lmao :> 7/10

Loglyn: AAA they have sm potential!!! before the events of yk the whole ✨sAvAnNaH✨ mess, i feel like they wouldve been each other's only existing acquaintance they may call friends (ik it's not canon but it's very plausible lol) 6/10

Benlo/Logben: theyd definitely be good together, it's just that my sbg memory is failing to recall any significant moments b/w them ;-; if y'all remember pls do tell 2/10

Tyben: what is with the hernandez siblings always ending up being bens biggest supporters lmao XD it's a cute dynamic honestly 4/10

Taylyn: now this is one freakin adorable ship TvT. the way taylor always had a slight pang of concern for a friendless lonely ashlyn when they were kids? and the way they quite frankly became besties after enduring all the phantom world shit? very sweet, both platonic and romantic lmao 6/10

Tylyn/Ashler: i have been usurped into the tylyn propaganda by @tragedry honestly I DO NOT COMPLAIN. like holy fuck they're so enemies to lovers! them "loathing" each other, fighting for leadership, but then immediately becoming possibly the biggest protectors of each other in times of danger??? extremely wholesome lmao i love them smmm 9/10

SO THE TOP SHIPS ARE:

4. tie b/w TAYGAN and BENLYN (the rarepairs that just make sense) 😌👌

3. TAYDEN (the crack ship) 😈🔥🥉

2. tie b/w TYLYN and AIDLYN (the wholesome ships) 😍❗🥈

1. BENLOR (THE PUREST SWEETEST MOST ADORABLE GOOFS EVERR I-) 🥺❤🥇

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I'm soft thinking about trevor doing a summer photodump and it's basically filled with rosie pics (not showing her face of course) cause he is literally obsessed with his little bestie and always says that it's fitting his best friend (jack) gave him the most perfect little buddy to hang with

and all the other boys in comments being chaotic cause they do have a competition amongst the usntdp boys on who's the favorite - 👩‍⚕️

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trevorzegras: spent the day with my favourite girl. some much needed niece and favourite uncle time 😌❤️

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colecaufield: favourite uncle?? but jack never lets you babysit her alone. I bet he was hovering around the entire time

-> trevorzegras: jokes on you. I get to spend time with both my best fiends. you won’t hear me complaining

-> alexturcotte: to be fair jack doesn’t let anyone but daisy, his parents and his brothers babysit rosie alone.

daisymonroe: she loves her uncle Z so much🥺

-> trevorzegras: 🥺

quinnhughes: can’t be favourite uncle if you’re not even really her uncle

-> trevorzegras: someone feels threatened 🫣

alextrucotte: need to go visit rose bug soon. I’m sure she’s missing her actual favourite uncle 🙂‍↕️

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Leader Whumpee Pt4

(I think what comes after this is my favourite part of miscommunication whump, the realisation 😌🌟 i adore it. anyways hope this isn’t too shitty)

Second didn’t even try to glance at Leader. Leader was sat lazily cleaning up the mess he'd made with a cloth. He felt like he was doing it so badly to piss him off so he didn’t comment. Anger coursed through his veins, he couldn’t help but scowl. “ Leader, can’t you do anything?” he spat. He knew it was rude but he couldn’t contain it. He heard Leader whisper under his breath but he didn’t even lift his head to look at him. Rude. Oh he’d show Leader rude.

“ Medic, Where’s dinner?” Youngest frowned entering the kitchen. Medic muttered about how Leader had decided to ignore the boiling pot till it boiled over and burnt the pasta. Youngest sent a pointed look to Leader who still refused to move. “ We’ve been waiting for like an hour and technically you haven't even started it. Leader— stop ignoring me!” Medic voice raised as started getting frustrated, she pressed her hands into fists by her side. Leader didn’t startle.

It didn’t take long for Second’s mood to be not only soured but curdled; To enter expecting a steaming plate, to be met with an inedible mess was beyond infuriating . Medic flinched at his burst of anger. “ Leader.” seemed to be all Second could growl out. In his blind rage, he almost raised a hand at Leader and that got Youngest yelling about friendly fire, and oh lord more complaining and then Medic grumbled to herself— if only Leader could take his role as captain seriously. Or even just understand that an angry, hungry team wouldn’t ever be a good idea.

Second tried to push Youngest away gently while Medic huffed and watched Leader push himself up. “ Leader, don't you dare try to leave. You’ve done it! You seem to have a superpower at making every situation worse; It’s not hard just take respon—“ She paused mid yell scanning him. His face was flushed and his eyes looked dazed, the way he struggled to keep his feet beneath him seemed to trigger the doctor in her. “ Leader, sit down.” She commanded. Second thought it would be best he followed, because even he could see Leader looked a moment from blacking the hell out. He didn’t seem to hear her, he took two fawn-like steps towards the door as he trailed her. Two.

Second watched his body give in falling forwards and crumpling to the ground. Medic grabbed at the back of his Leader’s shirt trying to cushion it even slightly; His body slammed to the floor but she managed to keep his head off the ground.Ohhh god. This didn’t look good. Him and Youngest had long shut up blinking blankly at the scene. Medic tried to take his weight by letting his head rest on her shoulder “ Leader—? Jesus christ, you idiot. You're boiling alive. That’s a horrendous fever, hey Lead come on. Look at me.” She patted his face but got no response. Worry pooled in his stomach alongside the guilt for yelling at Leader, not to mention forcing him to make dinner. Medic slid an arm around his waist trying to get him to sit up properly. Second watched a weird expression cast her face, she removed her hand which came back coated in crimson. Second bit his lip.

“ Fuck is he alright?” Second kneeled down next to them as Youngest bolted, announcing that she’d grab the medkit. “ Ok no. This seems more serious; Can you pick him up? I need him in my office now. Hell , I've been a dick to him all day.” She hurried out. Second nodded.

He scooped Leader into a bridal carry and all Leader could respond with was a weak whine of pain. Tears ran down his face. Second grimaced, he’d never seen Leader cry. “ Leader, Lead , I'm sorry. I know but I need to. You aren’t looking too good.” He whispered trying to be a bit reassuring. Leader didn’t hear him. He placed Leader gently on the twin bed in the bay. Leader tried to push himself to sit up but Second placed two hands pushing him down gently, Medic peeked under his shirt and winced putting it back down. “Ok good news, he tried to patch it up. Bad news— it’s gone beyond horrifically wrong.”

Part 3

[syluscore]

I’m Your Prize

~sub! Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader~

Word Count: 2555

This is my writing for @trevor-belmonts-whip ‘s ask that I have copied below: 

Ghosty, darling, you don't know me but I also VERY MUCH enjoy the Leon S Kennedy man and I have an idea... a request, if you will. This idea came to me recently when I played pool for the first time, and I thought to myself "damn, playing pool involves a lot of bending full over a roughly waist-height table." So. Possibly. RE2 Leon, in a no zombies scenario, he's a police officer man and after a long shift, he's hits the bar downtown him and the other stations boys frequent. He's having a drink, and he locks eyes with a sweetheart down on the other end of the bar (omg it's us, it's Y/N). You two hit it off, and you play a little bit of pool together. Maybe you're new to the game, he teaches you some stuff, but your a natural as it turns out, and maybe you have a friendly little bet. And you know what? I feel like you've got the rest, you can take it from there. I'll leave this prompt in your highly capable hands, do what you will with it 😌.

Content warnings: drinking alcohol, flirtatious teasing, submissive leon, dominant reader, blowjob, praise, sharing cum while kissing

!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!

It was a ritual at the Racoon City Police Department; they always brought the rookie out to your bar and made an absolute fucking scene. It was super obnoxious, but it’d been a long time since they’d gotten a new recruit. You watched silently as nearly the entire police force filed in through the doors and you were so thankful it was your co-owner running the bar tonight. You were merely here because your job had honestly become your entire life, so of course you hung around here after hours. There was always some sort of work to do, something to clean, some networking to do.

You couldn’t complain too much about it though, they bought so much alcohol and tipped really well and it’s all business at the end of the day. You wondered what kind of prematurely balding, fresh out of the academy, egotistical maniac rookie you’d spend the night hoping didn’t try and make a move on you. They always did. Wanted to show off for their department and bang the hot bar owner. Marvin never warned them that it would never happen, you two had a running joke on what sort of things they would try to get into your pants.

“Marvin! It’s been forever, fresh meat for us finally?” you asked as the older man walked over to your stool at the bar and gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder.

He laughed before speaking quietly for just you to hear, “You’re gonna love this one.” He looked around the crowd before spotting who he’d been searching for, “Hey rookie! Get over here!” A man with a dirty blonde fringe, wide blue eyes, dressed in light wash blue jeans, a blue button up, and a big jacket over top made his way over to you two. “Alright rookie, this is Y/N. Y/N this is rookie. They own half this bar so you’d better be real nice to them,” Marvin introduced you two, patting the rookie on the shoulder before stalking his way back over to the other officers.

“Rookie, is it? Big coincidence on the name or?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows while smirking at him. You noticed the light blush sneak up on his cheeks.

He laughed softly as he shook his head, “I’m Leon Kennedy. It’s nice to meet you.” He held eye contact for a whopping five seconds, before he shyly averted his gaze. You couldn’t help but find him adorable. You’d like to believe you were big and intimidating, but deep down you knew it’s probably just the way he was.

“So, what are your plans for the evening, big boy? Get piss drunk and make a fool of yourself?” you asked him, trying to make some small talk.

“Uh, not really. I was probably just gonna play some pool and then head out when everyone else is too drunk to notice. You play?” he asked, clearly trying to invite you to play pool with him. You couldn’t deny that you found him so pretty, just down right attractive. His innocent personality is definitely doing something for you, you’d never admit it though. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you asked, toying with him further. You felt accomplished with yourself when he blushed even more. “I’m just fucking with you. I’m shit at it, but I’ll give it a go for the brand new rookie of course,” you took the last swig of your drink before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the pool tables.

You grabbed two cue sticks and handed one over to Leon. The last people who played on this table must have been raised with good manners because everything was already set up and ready to go for a game of 8-ball, which is fucking rare around here.

“You wanna go first?” Leon asked, gesturing you towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and gestured towards the table, “Not a chance, rookies go first.” He laughed, but didn’t argue. He bent over and positioned himself, hitting the cue ball and breaking the balls apart. You weren’t really paying attention to his movement, more focused on the way his cute little ass was sticking out.

None of the balls made it into the pockets, so Leon turned to you, “Solids or stripes? Make sure you think long and hard about this, it is a life changing decision.” You pretended to think super intensely about it, squinting your eyes and running your hand down your face. You ultimately chose stripes.

~

Hours go by and you two definitely play the game wrong, but Leon doesn’t mind you making up rules in the middle of the game, he finds you endearing. You’d ordered random drinks on the house for the two of you. No matter how many times he insisted he should pay for himself, you weren’t having it. You two weren’t anywhere near drunk, but Leon was definitely tipsy and had loosened up quite a bit.

“I wager you a bet, rookie,” you told him, causing him to raise his eyebrows. “If I win, I get a prize of my choice and if you win, you get a prize of your choice.”

“Isn’t the bar closing in like,” Leon looked down at his watch, “5 minutes?”

“Leon, I own the mother fucker. I can keep you here as long as I want. Agree to a bet or I’ll never forgive you,” you said, pouting at the man.

“We can’t have that,” he said, throwing his hand over his chest, “what do you want if you win?” You hummed in response as you set the game back up.

You turned to him, “You stay here with me as long as I want and I get to keep you at my disposal.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively and he couldn’t stop himself from blushing yet again. You’d gotten him to blush over and over again since he’d first arrived.

“Alright,” he said, avoiding your gaze, “I’m not sure what I want as a prize.”

“You won’t win, so it’s not necessary for you to pick anyway.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Fine. Your prize can be me,” his heart skipped a beat. His mouth fell slightly open as he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him you were fucking with him again. “I’m a prize, dammit! You don’t think I’m a prize?”

“Um, well, of course I do, I just,” he became more flustered as he watched you bend over, clearly sticking your ass out for him overdramatically, as you got ready to break the triangle of pool balls. “Fuck it, okay. I agree to your terms.”

“Atta boy.”

~

Your coworker had finished cleaning the place up and had headed out a while ago. The game was so intense, both of you taking it super seriously, both wanting your prize. You were lined up, the only ball left to sink in the pocket being the 8-ball. You were head to head, Leon leaned over right next to you, watching you line up with the cue ball intensely. Right as you went to shoot, his hand suddenly stuck out and poked into your side while he made a loud sound, causing you to jump and mess up your shot. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whipped your head to look at him as he was laughing like a maniac. “You mother fucker! You’re disqualified for cheating,” you narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged.

“I’m okay with that, worth it,” he said leaning back against the pool table, arms braced on either side of him as he smiled over at you. 

You slowly walked up to him, leaning over him, causing him to lean back over the table as your hands covered his. “Then I get my prize, right?” you asked. He gulped nervously, slowly nodding his head as he stared into your eyes.

You ran your hand up his arm and to his collarbone, lightly dragging your fingers over the sensitive area, pulling a shudder out of Leon. Happy with his reaction, you slowly ran your fingers down his stomach, feeling it tense beneath your touch. Your hand grazed over his belt, fingers ghosting over his quickly hardening dick. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper. 

You brought your fingers up to the top button on his shirt and looked into his eyes, “Is this okay?” Leon couldn’t find the words, his mouth gone completely dry. He quickly nodded as you undid one button. “Talk to me, Leon. I need you to tell me what you want,” you continued slowly undoing the buttons until they were all done, pulling it open to expose the white t-shirt he wore beneath.

“Fuck,” Leon whispered, clearing his throat before trying to speak again, “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me.” His voice was so sweet and so needy, it sent a thrill straight to your lower stomach. You smirked at him before pulling his button up off his shoulders and down his arms. You could see his little abs through the thin, white fabric and he looked fucking delectable.

Your fingers went down to his belt buckle, slowly running them along it and looking up at Leon. Raising an eyebrow, silently asking for permission. “Please,” he said in that same tone of voice that had you wanting to throw him back on the table and devour him. Your patience was wearing thin as you quickly loosened his belt and undid his jeans. You pulled the pants down, getting them out of the way so that you had a perfect view of his dick pressing up in his boxers.

You brought your hand to his dick and palmed him firmly through his boxers, causing him to buck his hips up into your hand and a moan to slip through his lips. “You’re such a good boy for me. Do you want me to suck your cock? Think you deserve it?” you asked him as you dropped to your knees before him.

“Please,” he looked down at you with big, watery eyes. He really was putty beneath you.

“Please, what? What do you want?”

“Please, suck my cock. I wanna feel your mouth so badly,” he said, reaching his hand out and running it through your hair. How could you tell him no when he looked so hot like this?

You slipped his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free and sit perfectly before you. You couldn’t help but stare at his pretty cock. He was so big, so long and had a perfect thickness to it. The tip was leaking precum, it looked so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and running your thumb over the slit. This caused Leon to buck up again, he was losing control and leaving himself entirely at your disposal. Just as you wanted him.

You brought your hand down to his base and slowly, but firmly pumped him, his precum acting as lube. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he forced himself to keep them open. He didn’t dare miss a second of your pretty face just inches from his cock, your hands wrapped firmly around him perfectly. 

You stuck your tongue out, slowly running it up the underside, from the base to the tip. You made a big show of rolling your eyes into the back of your head and moaning. Leon could’ve come just at the sight of you alone, he’d never seen something so erotic in his life. A whine left his lips as more precum slowly pooled at the tip of his cock.

“Please,” he pleaded with you as you looked up into his eyes. A tear spilled out of one of his eyes and you almost laughed to yourself, thinking how easy it’d be to ruin him completely. The thought quickly passed as your eyes went back to his cock. Your mouth was watering at the sight and you couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. Plus, he was begging so nicely, of course you needed to reward him.

You ran your tongue over his slit, letting the taste of his precum envelop over your tongue. He tasted almost as good as he looked. Although, you weren’t sure anything could taste as good as Leon looks. 

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, gently sucking it. Leon threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his plump lips. You started to bob your head up and down his length. Leon couldn’t stop whimpering and whining as you sucked him deeper each time you slid your mouth back down his cock. If your jaw would allow you to, you could suck him all day. He was so hot like this, the taste amplifying his appeal even further.

You grasped his length with your hand and pumped him in time with your mouth. Drool was spilling past your lips and soaking his pubes. Everytime you pulled your mouth up his length, you’d give a hard suck on his tip, before moving your mouth back down. Each time, his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the need to gag as tears poured out of your eyes, adding to the sloppiness of the blowjob.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to stop it,” Leon rushed out, he was so fucking close. Another few seconds of your movements and he’d be a goner. You hummed in response, speeding up your motions. “Is that okay? Can I cum?” he asked before he bit his lip hard, trying to hold himself back. You replied with an “mhm” as you looked up at him.

His eyes met yours and with one more firm suck on his tip, he was cumming hard. His loud moans were borderline whines as he filled up your mouth. You watched his mouth fall open, his wet lips panting, drool slightly spilling out, eyebrows scrunched together, and his eyes closed tightly as he came. It was hands down, the hottest thing you’d ever seen. 

You pulled your mouth off of him, standing back up and looking at him as he struggled to catch his breath. Once he opened his eyes to look at you, you were wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. His mouth instantly fell open for you since he was so out of breath and you pushed his cum into his mouth with your tongue. 

After he came, you hadn’t swallowed it, but rather held it inside of your mouth so that he could see how good he tastes. He moaned as his cum flooded his mouth, slipping back and forth between your mouths, before you pulled away from him and you each swallowed some of his release. 

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist. “What do we say?” you asked him.

“Thank-thank you,” he stuttered out as he stared at you.

You ran your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears he’d shed during his orgasm. You brought your thumbs to his mouth and forced it open, his lips instinctively wrapping around them. “Good boy."

~masterlist~

[scarletwitchproperty]

Your eyes whispered have we met? -Chapter 2

Pairing: Taylor Swift x Fem!OC (again can work as Taylor x Reader if you simply replace the OC’s name with yours)

Words: 5k

Summary: Things changes, for the better that is still up for debate (you’re certainly not complaining). Did no one ever tell you 13 is a magic number?

Warnings: Taylor teasing the heck out of poor Charlie (you), top!Taylor, bottom!OC (nothing graphic just putting this out here), Taylor’s love language being gift giving (I know it, you know it, we all know it 😌)…i don’t think I forgot anything, but if I did please remind me 😭

masterlist

You’re the lucky one

The next few days went by in a blur. You went through life like you were on autopilot. Sleeping, showering, eating and working felt like an out of body experience. The only moment you felt attached to this reality, and not the one you created inside your head, was when you saw the innocent smiles upon the children’s faces at work. 

One day, precisely two weeks after you met your soulmate and proceeded to get your heart crushed into pieces by her boyfriend’s existence, you sat in the staff room on your phone and decided that today would be the day that you listened to some of Taylor’s music. 

Hypnotized, you were completely hypnotized by her songs, her voice. Your were through her debut album and halfway done with her second before Sam came to shake you out of your Taylor induced daze and reminded you that you were at work and children depended on you. The look on her face told you that you were not quick enough to hide what you were doing on your phone, and you felt like a child as you turned it off and went back to work. 

If you were at home or on your break, you listened to her music. Your first taste of it was not enough for you. You were done listening to her entire discography by the end of the week, and when you felt like you hadn’t seen or heard enough of her you watched countless of her interviews, as well as her Reputation Stadium Tour movie on Netflix. She was amazing on stage, her singing of this particular album quickly becoming your favorite. 

Why did you even refuse to listen to her work before now? 

Her ‘Dress’ performance was a daily watch for you, the song making you feel things that you never felt before. You fell under her spell more and more everyday, and yet… 

‘’Did you hear about Joe Alwyn and Taylor Swift? They said on the news that he proposed to her this weekend!’’ 

‘’Really? And what did she say?’’ 

‘’Apparently she said yes! Oh my gosh I’m so happy for her!’’ 

‘’But…didn’t she find her soulmate not long ago? I feel bad for the poor woman…’’ 

‘’Who cares? Joe’s definitely it for her, people marry someone who’s not their soulmate all the time!’’ 

Yeah, that. 

It was nice to think for a moment, however small it was, that you could be with her, with Taylor. You two were soulmates, but maybe the universe made a mistake and you weren’t meant to be. To make you wait all these years without finding the one person you were destined to be with, to then finally finding the right person just for them to be taken away the moment you meet them was just so unfair. 

Every single time you saw a picture of Joe and Taylor pop up on the internet, a piece of your heart went out with her, yet you couldn’t help but rejoice at her visible happiness. And hey, maybe she led you on a little with the kiss you two shared a while ago, and she did say that she would fix it, whatever that meant, but at least she was with a good man. 

That you felt physically sick each time you saw his arms around her on a picture was irrelevant. 

Sam was worried about you. When you were at work, physically you were there but mentally it seemed like you checked out a while ago. All you could think about was Taylor. 

She looked happy on the pictures and video, but was she really? 

Was he treating her right, even away from the public eye? 

And Taylor, was she even thinking about you? 

Were you even worth thinking about? 

You rolled over in your bed, checking the time. It was nine am on a Saturday morning and you did not want to get out of bed. Someone knocked on your door and you jolted up in bed. Who could it be? 

You were not expecting anyone to visit, and even then Sam would have told you if she wanted to come to your apartment. 

Your cat, this incredibly moody and skittish tortie cat you affectionately named Bailey when you found her in the trash two years ago, was hissing and clawing at the door by the time you got there. You bent down to scratch her on the head, rolling your eyes as she fled the scene immediately after. 

“I should’ve called her Moody”, you grumbled under your breath, stopping in your tracks as you opened your door. There, on your doormat, was a bouquet of about thirteen roses with a note attached to them. The number of them should’ve been enough of a clue to tell you the sender’s identity. “What in the world?” 

You bent down to retrieve the roses, noticing that one of them didn’t look like the others. You still believed that these were not for you, however the note proved you wrong as before you even had the chance to open it you saw your name written with black ink followed by a heart on the front. 

“I swear to gods if this is another one of Sam’s attempt to cheer me up I will kick her sorry ass into next week,” you closed the door and cursed your best friend all the way into your kitchen. “Who even does that? And what did she even say in this I mean-Oh.Oh.”

       “All the words known to me would never be enough for me to tell you how sorry I am. Meeting my soulmate was a dream of mine, as I’m sure it is for a lot of people. 

       I’m sorry that I broke you this way, and I regret not telling you that I was in a relationship before something happened between us. And no, don’t you go and overthink it in that pretty head of yours again. Do not even think for a second that I do not want you. I do want you, darling. So much. I do not regret kissing you, nor will I ever regret meeting you. 

       Words of my supposed engagement to Joe must have reached you by now, as it did the world I’m sure, but I beg you not to believe what they’re all saying. I did not, and will never get married to that man. He was good at first, and we once bonded over the fact that neither of us had found our soulmate. We were good to each other, and we made a deal that if we ever found our soulmate we would part ways without feeling any regret or hate towards the other. 

       I don’t know why Joe decided to mess with me like that, but I can assure you that he trapped me into this proposal, at a family dinner no less. He had the audacity to propose to me in front of my entire friends and family. Even my mother knows I’ve found you.  Dare I say the whole world knows I found you. They just don’t know your name, not like I do. I never even said yes, just made it seem like I would think on it and come back to him later.      

       Tree, my publicist, thinks I should just let the news die out for a few more months before I break it up with him. It’s been a long time coming anyway, but the mere thought of waiting even just a single day to be with you is pure torture. She wants me to act like you don’t even exist when all I want is to explore this connection, this bond born from just one single glance across the room. 

       I want you every second of every hour of everyday. When all at once I saw you and realized you were the one I’ve been waiting for, I knew you would put your mark on me and leave me wanting for more. 

       I promised you that I would fix everything, and I will. These roses are a promise to you, a promise that as long as they’re standing I will do everything in my power to get to you. One of them, number thirteen, is an eternal rose. To symbolize my growing love for you, in the hope that one day we’ll be able to start a life together and that I’ll forever be wonderstruck by you. 

       I’m coming for you Charlie, I promise. 

                                                                 T.A.Swift 

PS: please don’t kill your best friend, she gave me your address.’’ 

‘’Sam, you cheeky little shit…’’ 

The sound of an Instagram notification coming from your phone dragged you back to your bedroom, roses and note in hand. Your phone screen was lit up, and with a shaky hand you brought it up to your face. 

@ taylorswift : 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

@ taylorswift: I hope you liked the roses. More is yet to come 💜

The next day you woke up to yet again another Instagram notification. 

@ taylorswift : 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

@ taylorswift: Check your front door. 

@ taylorswift: I’m sorry, that was creepy. 

@ taylorswift: Please? 🥺

You rolled your eyes fondly, charmed by her antics. You still had yet to get the words from her note, dare you say her letter, out of your head. The roses were proudly displayed on your dining room table and not even your destructive little devil child Bailey dared to approach them. 

‘’What has she done now, huh?’’ You turned to your left, looking your cat in the eye. She was lounging on the pillow next to your face with a ‘’Really mom? You’re asking me?’’ look in her eyes. ‘’Maybe it’s roses again?’’ 

You grabbed Bailey, taking advantage of her rare good morning mood to get in some kitty cuddles, and walked to your front door. You opened it, eyes already looking downward only to stop dead in your tracks like the day before. But not for the same reason. 

Bags upon bags from the pet store clogged your vision. You counted at least thirteen of them, and really what was up with Taylor and the number thirteen? 

A quick glance into one of them made you look from your cat to the bags and back again. Freeze dried raw food, cat treats, wet food, kibbles, even toys, there was more than your cat could eat or play with for an entire year. There was so much of it that you didn’t even know where you would stock them. And it was not the cheap stuff nor was it the better quality ones yet still affordable cat treats that you usually splurged on when you could, no. Of course not. Multiple bags of Bailey’s favorite treats at thirty dollars for five ounces (the price being the only reason you were reluctant to even look at it, let alone buy it) were scattered trough all the bags, and even the exact brand of expensive kibbles that you usually gave her was there. Those had been out of stock for weeks, and poor Bailey had to survive with the store brand cat food and an upset stomach ever since. 

@charlie_TortieB: Taylor that’s too much. 

@ taylorswift: It’s still not enough for my girl and her little lady in my eye 💜

@charlie_TortieB: How do you even know about Bailey?

@ taylorswift: A lady never tells. 

@charlie_TortieB:…It’s Sam isn’t it? 

You had time to bring all thirteen bags of cat related items inside your apartment before you got another notification. 

@ taylorswift: Yes it is. 

@charlie_TortieB: Well thank you. But please don’t spend that much money on me or my cat again, it really is too much. 

@ taylorswift:…🤭…

@charlie_TortieB:Taylor? Taylor Alison Swift what have you done? 

@ taylorswift: You’ll see darling 💜 

Your face turned red at the pet name, and for the rest of the day you had on this dazed smile that lasted well into your workday on Monday. You were on your break, eating leftover pasta while the children were taking their nap, when ‘Maroon’ started blasting from your phone. Sam stared at you with her eyebrows raised, smirking when you went to turn the sound off as if it was any secret to her that you had become obsessed with your own soulmate. 

‘’Who is it?’’ Sam asked as she stood behind you. You quickly hid your phone, but your best friend was still able to take a peek at your phone screen. ‘’Who’s messaging you on Instagram?’’ 

‘’Like you don’t know,’’ you said, narrowing your eyes on your best friend as she went back to her seat while whistling innocently. ‘’You told her my address you little shit.’’ 

‘’Instagram is such a wonderful way to interact with people, isn’t it?’’ 

‘Maroon’ started again and you looked down on your phone. Another message. 

@ taylorswift : 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

@ taylorswift : Hello darling, I hope you’re having a wonderful day at work 💜

@charlie_TortieB: What did you do now Taylor? 

@ taylorswift :…you might want to check out front…

You couldn’t help it. You started running to the nursery’s front door like your head was on fire, anxious to see the damage this time. Thankfully the entire front of the nursery was nearly entirely made of giant see-through windows, so you were able to watch with your eyes wide open as a team of three workers deposited boxes upon boxes out front. 

‘’Did the big boss order a delivery for us?’’ Your coworker Maria asked as she stopped next to you. Her big brown eyes got wider the more the men brought more boxes out. ‘’Damn, did we win the lottery or something?’’ 

‘’I-I-I don’t think the direction had anything to do with this,’’ you glanced down to your phone, noticing with anticipation that Taylor was typing another message. ‘’Someone else did it.’’ 

‘’Who is it?’’ 

You didn’t answer, captivated by the message that was just sent to you.

@ taylorswift : I know what you’re gonna say ‘Don’t spend so much Taylor’ but please, before you say anything, know that I did the same thing with all the other nurseries in the city. 

@ taylorswift : Yeah okay, maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say, I’m sorry. But the small humans deserve to feel loved too, and someone told me how you’ve been begging the higher ups for new books and toys, and new highchairs for the babies because the ones you had up until now are stained beyond saving. So I thought, why not? 

@charlie_TortieB: Goddamnit Taylor I can’t be mad at you for that! That is so generous of you! 

@ taylorswift :You’re welcome darling 💜

@ taylorswift : I can’t wait for you to see your surprise tomorrow 🏹🤭

@charlie_TortieB: TAYLOR! 

@charlie_TortieB: TAYLOR NO! 

@ taylorswift : TAYLOR YES! 

You could almost imagine the singer laughing with a big grin on her face in front of her own phone, and that brought an even bigger smile to your face. 

‘’What’s got you smiling like that?’’ Maria asked as she opened the front door, retrieving one of the smaller boxes. ‘’You never smile that much.’’ 

‘’It’s her soulmate.’’ 

‘’SAM!’’ 

‘’REALLY? No way! Congratulations Charlie!’’ 

The nursery’s sizable storage room came in handy when it was time to put away everything. You switched out the old toys for the new ones, same with the books, although you didn’t have time to unpack all of it, at least half of the boxes left unopened for the next day. The three brand new highchairs were put in the lunch corner, and when your boss came by to check on you in the afternoon they were as shocked as you were at noon to discover everything. 

‘’What’s all this? Where does it come from?’’ 

‘’A generous donator,’’ Sam answered in your place, her hands holding a black and white baby book in front of the nursery’s newest six months old child. ‘’The kids love it.’’ 

‘’Do we know their identity?’’ 

‘’They wished to remain anonymous.’’ 

And anonymous Taylor didn’t remain for long, because as soon as you got home that night and turned on the news, the singer’s face popped up on screen followed by a very specific headline: 

                            ‘’Taylor Swift, New York’s nurseries’ savior?’’ 

The news went on to say that several of the city’s nurseries had contacted them to say that the very generous donations they received was a literal godsend. A phone call where a worker was literally crying from happiness made you realize how much more your soulmate did for others. Brand new changing tables were sent to numerous facilities, bigger and better fridges going along with some of them. So many more was listed, but the tears of happiness at your soulmate’s generosity made you blind to them. 

@charlie_TortieB: You make it very hard for me not to fall in love with you ❤️

@ taylorswift : It’s the End Game darling 💜

@charlie_TortieB: …Are you trying to seduce me with your songs?

@ taylorswift : It depends…is it working?

@charlie_TortieB:…maybe…

@ taylorswift : Then yes. The answer is and always will be yes 💜

That night you fell asleep with your phone in hand and the biggest smile on your face, heart slowly but surely mending back together. Maybe, just maybe, you could have it all. 

On Tuesday morning you started to piece together what the deal was with the purple hearts that Taylor kept sending you as the first thing you saw when you woke up was the little emojis on your phone, except there was one less heart than yesterday. 

@ taylorswift : 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

@charlie_TortieB: What will happen when there’s only one of them 💜 left? 

@ taylorswift : For that you will have to wait my lady 😏

@charlie_TortieB: Nooo I don’t want to wait 😩

@ taylorswift : Oh how I just love to see you pining in anticipation 

@ taylorswift : But for now, please check your front door. 

@charlie_TortieB: What have you done now? 

Taylor didn’t answer you, and after waiting five more minutes you decided to get up. You gave Bailey her wet food and only then did you go and open the door. 

‘’No! Oh my fucking god she did not!’’ 

You see, one of your hobby was doing archery. You’ve had your setup for a few years now, and although you wished to change it up a little for a better quality one you never got around to it. You just never really had the time, nor the money to spare. 

Somehow Taylor knew about it, Sam clearly must’ve told her, as before you was an entire bow setup that you knew must’ve cost a fortune. You just knew it, one look at the brand of the riser and limbs told you the entire thing must’ve cost way more than two thousand dollars. Holy shit. 

“She’s insane. That woman is insane,” you swore under your breath, grabbing the bow and putting it in your living room. One closer look at the purple metallic riser and you could see them, two tiny letters engraved just above the arrow rest: T.S. “ Oh my god why does this make me blush? Why am I blushing?” 

Overtaken by the sudden urge to get back at Taylor for making you feel so many things at once, you ran back to your bedroom to grab your phone and took a close up picture of your new bow. Taylor’s initials were in clear view. 

Before you could talk yourself out of it and chicken out you created an Instagram post, tagged Taylor on it and wrote the following as caption: 

“It’s not her initials on a chain around my neck, but does it still mean she owns me? @ taylorswift “ 

You promptly turned off your phone and threw it across the room. Praise to the people who invented protective phone cases. 

A minute or two passed, your phone vibrating every other second from all the notifications you were getting but you ignored them all in favor of getting ready to go to work. 

By the time you were ready your phone still hadn’t stopped vibrating, and as you picked it up one out of the many notifications displayed on your phone picked your interest. 

Taylor had commented on your post. Thousands of people had already liked it and were loosing their shit over it. 

taylorswift: Yes she does. 

Your heart skipped a beat, and it seemed like your face would be permanently stuck in a blushing state from now on. 

The icon for the instagram dms turned red and you immediately clicked on it. 

It was Taylor again, and her message to you made your entire body shiver. 

@ taylorswift : Baby that was incredibly cheeky of you. You just wait until I can get my hands on you, see how confident you get when I put my marks on you. How I’ll wrap my hands around your neck, see your eyes roll back inside your head as I call you whatever I want. I vow that I’m going to take my time with you, exploring your body until it holds no more secrets for me. No one has to know that in the middle of the night you’re in my dreams. You’re mine darling, don’t you forget it. 

As soon as you got to work, you showed Taylor’s message to Sam. But not before she clapped you on the back for the courage you had in publicly posting what you did. 

By the end of the message your best friend was full on blushing with you. 

‘’Charlie I-Good gods, I didn’t know Taylor was like that,’’ Sam handed you back your phone, fanning herself with her left hand. ‘’You’re one lucky bastard. If I wasn’t already married I would tap that.’’ 

‘’Hey! She’s my soulmate, not yours!’’ 

At around half passed one in the afternoon, just as you were putting the last child to sleep and right before you started cleaning up from lunch as it was your turn today, your phone started blasting out ‘Call It What You Want’ from your pocket, and in your haste to flee from the babies’ dormitory you almost made a spectacular fall as you hit the corner of the wall. Once out of the children’s hearing range you answered the phone without checking the caller id. 

‘’Yes who is it?’’ 

‘’Hi baby, it’s me.’’ 

Fuck.

‘’Hi…Taylor. How did you get my number?’’ 

‘’I think you already know the answer to that darling.’’ 

‘’Then why are you calling me?’’ 

‘’I just wanted to hear your voice love, is that too much to ask?’’ 

‘’I suppose not, but with you and your mastermind of a soul, I can never be too sure.’’ 

‘’Huh, so you do listen to some of my music.’’ 

‘’Out with it Taylor, please. It’s my turn to clean the mess that was lunchtime today, so if you could just hurry up and-‘’ 

‘’No need to be so grumpy darling. Just write my name on google and you’ll know.’’ 

‘’What is it?’’ 

‘’It’s not a surprise if I tell you now, is it?’’ 

And the woman disconnects the call. You blink in confusion but do as she told you. You go in to type Taylor’s name in the google search bar, but before you press enter and see what she wanted you to see, Sam comes barreling into the room with her own phone in hand. She looks shocked. 

‘’GIRL! Look look look! I can’t believe she finally did it! What even took her this long?!’’ Sam shoved her phone into your face, and your eyes zeroed in on a picture of Taylor and Joe together, the two of them being separated on the screen by a broken heart. ‘’It came out literally minutes ago! Taylor called off their engagement and they’re not together anymore!’’ 

You crossed your arms over your chest, mumbling to yourself. 

‘’What was that Charlie?’’ 

‘’I was saying that they weren’t even engaged,’’ you said louder, unaware of the curious look on Sam’s face. ‘’Joe trapped her at a family dinner and asked her to marry him in front of everyone. How was she supposed to say no with so many people in attendance? She’s not a monster.’’ 

‘’Well now I don’t even feel sorry for him.’’ Sam then looked at you with narrowed eyes. ‘’How do you even know that anyway?’’ 

‘’She sent me flowers. With a note.’’ 

‘’I- bestie what? The Taylor Swift sends you flowers and you don’t tell me?’’ 

‘’Well you didn’t tell me you gave her my address and phone number but you don’t see me yelling your ears off!’’ 

‘’She’s your soulmate! What was I supposed to do?’’ 

When night came, you were in bed with Bailey curled up against you when you yet again received a notification from Instagram. It had become a habit at this point. 

@ taylorswift : Tree has been yelling my ear off for hours just because I didn’t follow her orders. Usually I do, follow them I mean, but not this time. Never could she make me stay away from you for months, when all I want is to wrap my hands around you and never let go. 

@charlie_TortieB: You’re a woman after my own heart Miss Swift. 

@ taylorswift :It is my end game darling, but you already knew that 💜

After that there is no more message exchanged between the two of you, and you fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. 

When you get up the next morning it is with a sudden banging on your door that startles you so much that you fall to the floor next to your bed. The banging doesn’t stop until you reach your front door and open it from the inside. It’s your mother, and she looks angry. 

‘’CHARLIE! Why am I the last the know about you finding your soulmate? Were you even going to tell me?!’’ 

‘’Hello to you too mom.’’ 

‘’Do not mom me miss, I’m disappointed! Also, who even is it?! Is it someone rich or something?’’ It was then that you noticed in her left hand a car key that didn’t look like the one your mother uses for her old beat up car. Your heart drops in your stomach once you understand and the keys are shoved in your face. ‘’A guy in a suit dropped a Jeep at my house and handed me the keys like it was nothing! And then the man proceeded to tell me that it was a gift from my daughter’s soulmate, and I know damn well that your sister’s husband doesn’t have that kind of money!’’ 

“Oh good gods Taylor did it again.” 

“Taylor? Is that his name?” 

“No mom, her name.”

“Oh, sweetie,” your mom visibly calms down and wraps her arms around you. “Is that why you wouldn’t tell me? You were afraid I would react badly? I don’t care if who you’re with is a man or a woman, as long as you’re happy.” 

“My soulmate’s gender wasn’t the problem mom,” you said as you pushed your mom inside your apartment. You handed her Taylor’s note from Sunday and opened up the Instagram app to show her the first ever message your soulmate sent you. “Her identity was. And up until yesterday she was in a six year long relationship with a man. I couldn’t come in between that.” 

You slowly watch the gobsmacked look come to your mother’s face. She’s frowning at the beginning, clearly not pleased that Taylor hurt you even if it wasn’t on purpose, and by the end your mother is full on grinning with tears in her eyes. 

“Oh Charlie, I can’t believe my little baby finally found her soulmate,” your mother crushes you into another hug, letting her tears fall. “You will bring her back at home to meet your family, right?” 

“Mooom! She’s really busy these days, I can’t ask that of her!” 

“Well, clearly she’s not busy enough seeing as she went and bought you flowers and me a brand new car,” your mother listed off, smirking at the blush slowly covering your face. “Is she trying to butter me up already? Oh? Looks like someone messaged you.” 

Never had you snatched something that fast out of your mother’s hand. You scrolled down to the bottom of your conversation with Taylor and found two new messages. 

@ taylorswift : 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

@ taylorswift : Sam told me about your mother’s car needing repairs, and I thought why not buy her a new one instead? Only the best for my favorite future mother in law. 

@charlie_TortieB: Taylor! 

@ taylorswift: Charlie! 

@charlie_TortieB: …I can’t make you change your mind, can I?

@ taylorswift: No you can’t baby girl. 

Your eyes got comically wide and your mouth opened and closed like you were a fish out of the water.  

@ taylorswift: Did I make your brain stop working darling? 

@charlie_TortieB:…No? 

@ taylorswift: Are you lying baby? 

@charlie_TortieB:…Yes? 

@ tayorswift:You’re such a good girl for telling me the truth Charlie 💜

@charlie_TortieB: I hate you. 

@ taylorswift:No you don’t. 

@charlie_TortieB: Taylor stop teasing me! My mother’s next to me and she thinks I’m going to faint!

@ taylorswift: Glad to know I have that much power over you darling 😏 

@charlie_TortieB: Taylor! When I get my hands on you Taylor! 

@ taylorswift: Oh please, do try. It’ll be cute watching you try to be a top. 

Your body had a screenshot type moment, freezing as if it was stuck between registering or deleting something. 

@charlie_TortieB:…who said I was a bottom? 

@ taylorswift: No one darling, but I know you’ll look so pretty writhing under me 😏💜

Well, there was absolutely no need to call you out like that. 

a/n: yeah so I lied I might post them all right now

Chapter 3

[ultrone]

I’m up late so here are some HC’s I have of the girlies

Nat:

- You get her one of those “back off, I love my gf” shirts as a joke, expecting her to never put it on and she wears it RELIGIOUSLY. She is so proud to wear that shit

- (If you’re lucky enough to have a positive male figure, a grandfather or father in your life) one time overhears Nat talking about her home life and now that male figure is determined to make her feel safe and happy. He’ll insist that you both join him for fishing and while you’re apprehensive, Nat is 100% down.

-She never has water or lunch because she forgets/chooses to not take care of herself so you drop it off to her at practice everyday

- She sleeps with a stuffed animal but will not let ANYONE know

Shauna:

- Early riser, even when sleeping w you but she will just happily lay next to you, holding your hand, admiring you while you sleep just taking you in for a few extra moments.

- she has a scrapbook of everything you guys have done (movie tickets, Polaroids, etc), and she also keeps all the flowers you’ve ever gotten her in there after they’ve dried and withered

- She loves stargazing, she knows astronomy and can and will point out the constellations to you

- Reading to or with each other is common and probably a love language, especially reading the other to sleep

Lottie:

- Surprisingly very good at all the fine arts; she can draw well, she definitely can play the piano bc her rich parents paid for her to have lessons, etc

- Blanket stealer; she insists on having the AC CRANKED at night, then steals the blankets while you both are sleeping and you wake up with hypothermia while she’s snuggled up in all your blankets

- She wasn’t allowed to have a pet so you buy her a single goldfish once and she loves it so much, she let you name it (you named it something stupid but she still calls it what you want) it dies in like 2 days because as intelligent as she is she is incapable of taking care of another living thing and she is inconsolable for days. You got her a succulent to make her feel better

Jackie:

- Clingy (derogatory) sure it’s cute of her at first until she’s waking up at 5 am for her morning practices and wakes you up too so you both can “brush your teeth together”

- She will always ask for your old marked up books to read and she makes small notes in the margins in a different color before giving them back (She has reading glasses too, and she looks gorgeous in them)

- She asks you to help her stretch, or roll out her muscles before practice but she doesn’t need help she just wants to get you flustered and have your hands all over her

I LOVE THEM 🤭

nat would wear that shirt 24/7 istg 😭 especially as her pjs, and omg i love the idea of your male parental figure inviting nat to everything as well 🥹 even if it’s just something simple like going out for brunch, it’d make her feel way better and more welcomed. and her forgetting to bring lunch everyday is SO REAL 😭 then she’ll prolly buy a bag of chips and a soda as her first meal of the day and then complain about having a stomach ache 🙄 GIRL… also for sure, i bet her plushy is a little white bunny with long ears that was given to her as a toddler.

shauna has always given me the vibe that she wakes up at 9am idk but yeah she’d def just lay there looking at you 😭😭 and the scrapbook thing is SO TRUE, i bet she also adds entries of everything you do together 🫣 since she loves stargazing you got her one of those custom star maps of your anniversary day and she LOVED IT 🥹 and she for sure loves reading to you and hearing you read her favourite books to her

i def see lottie being good at drawing and playing the piano 😌 i also bet she’s especially good at painting landscapes and stuff like that. whenever u complain about her taking the blankets, she’ll just tell you to snuggle up to her to get warmer instead of actually sharing her blanket with you 🙄🙄 but if you’re the one stealing the blankets she’ll pout and whine for hours until you share them with her… the AUDACITY 😒 my girl came back from school on a random day and realized the goldfish wasn’t there anymore, she got concerned and asked the domestic helper what had happened, and she told her that the fish died like two weeks ago ☠️☠️ when i tell u lottie was SHOCKED… she was so embarrassed that she told you that it got a weird disease and died from natural causes LMFAOO

jackie waking you up so you can brush your teeth together is so real 😭😭 my girl doesn’t get the concept of having “alone time.” i just know it takes jackie an hour to read 3 pages, i bet she spends half of that time drawing silly little doodles all over the margins ☠️ and for sure, she also asks u to rub sunscreen on her body even though she could do it herself, she just wants to feel your touch 🫣

[huckleberrykai]

okay HEAR ME OUT BEFORE U SAY ANYTHING OKIE?

meeting soobin at the gym

ITS NOT THAT REALISTIC BC HE HATES WORKING OUT AND STUFF BUT HEAR ME OUT

meeting him at the gym and seeing him train with taehyun but every so often he’s whining about wanting to go home and laying on the floor so dramatically saying he’s so tired. THAT IS. until he sees you walk in <3 perfect girl of his dreams and next thing you know terry’s in shock :O hyung i didnt know you could move like that AND ITS ALL BC HE WANTS TO IMPRESS YOU 😭😭😭😭

OH PLEASE THIS IS SO DUYGSKECN

sooby who gets DRAGGED to the gym by taehyun - something about him never getting out or training properly blah blah. soobin doesn't care, he's just praying the time flies so he can leave and get back to finishing his jjk marathon. and ur so right LOL he's absolutely sprawled on the floor and being dramatic jdsnkl

"but taehyunnnn my muscles are so sore.. please let me go homeee~"

then someone pops into his eyeliner above him~ "excuse me, are you okay? i need to use the machine behind you."

RUSHES to sit up because an actual angel just hovered over him trying to get to the treadmill behind him. "o-oh! i'm so sorry! i'll get out of your way!"

and when you smile and thank him, he's convinced he's just seen the prettiest smile in existence. he shuffles across the floor to allow you access to the treadmill and just... watches you. until taehyun yells at him to join him with the weights.

"oh hey taehyun!" you'd pant, mid-run. since you're both in there all the time you became gym friends! and soobin is immediately all >:(

"hi Y/N! i see you met my friend soobin already, we're gonna head over to the weights ☺️"

soobin is just like.. challenge accepted. taehyun is STRESSED when he sees soob running over to the weights that are directly in your eye line and tries to pick one up that is WAYYYY over what he can handle. it's almost endearing the way he tries so hard, and taehyun for one is proud of all of his sudden motivation 😌

its so obvious to you how hard he's trying, and how his eyes are glued to you whenever he accomplishes something, ears flaming red. when you decide to move off the treadmill to something else, you need some help so you ask taehyun to spot you as he usually does and- "oh i can help you Y/N!"

"soobin you've never even done that how the hell are you gonna help her?"

he's so embarrassed 😭 but it's okay because you thank him anyway and smile apologetically before letting taehyun help you. you watch him do all sorts of exercises with a pained expression and you can't help but laugh a little and send him encouraging comments - even when he tries to squat and loses his balance, landing flat on his butt.

when you leave, soobin is so sad - especially since taehyun wants to stay a little bit and they came together :( you politely bid them goodbye and soobin immediately starts complaining that he never told him his 'gym friend' was so beautiful hdjksl he just daydreams about you while laying on the floor tired until it's time to grab his bags and leave.

when they do though, soobin notices a little note stuck to his waterbottle~

soobin,

taehyun never said he had such a cute friend, i'm glad he dragged you along today. come back tomorrow and i could teach you how to squat without falling over this time >_<

p.s. i saw you staring at me the whole time~ text me and we can get coffee if you're interested :) xxxx - xxxx

-Y/N

he just about feels his heart beating out of his chest.. was it from you or from all the exercise? he'd have to find out :3

THIS BASICALLY TURNED INTO A DRABBLE LOL SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY MOON THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE I'M SO OBSESSED OOO UR BRAIN

[goldfades]

ok so we all heard what V thinks about adam’s kinks but what ab you, his official girlfriend? 😌😌

oh my gosh i am so glad you asked nonnie!!!! heheh

i agree w literally everything that v said in that post and she literally ate with each one but i will expand on some of them

nsfw under the cut! read at your own discretion:)

i can literally imagine adam being such a FUCKING TEASE like 😭😭 he’s the type to like tease u all day and then when y’all are alone and you’re all hot & bothered, he’s like “what do u mean u need me baby?” like he wasn’t just borderline fingering u at dinner 🤨

he’s literally a munch, man will have you breakfast lunch and DINNER, he will never complain

he will eat u out anywhere 😭😭 on the counter, in the bathroom BRO DOES NOR CARE HE IS EATING IT ANYWHERE HE CAN GET IT

i feel like especially after a game or just a hard practice, he def likes when u ride him 🤗 like nice and slowwwww he wants to feel ALL OF YOU

but that’s usually how he is, i feel like very slow and sensual he just wants to be close to you and LOVE you, you know??

but other times, UR THIGHS WILL BE BURNING ALL DAMN WEEK 😭😭 but that’s very rare and only if he needs to like blow off some steam

but slow/sensual is his pace but sometimes he does go a little fast when he’s a little needy or like he just needs you ASAPPP

adam will have you literally anywhere also, bro doesn’t care who sees/hears, when the man is horny he’s horny and impatient what can i say?

he likes restraints but i feel like he wouldn’t go out of his way to GET handcuffs, he’ll just use his hands 😁

also very much a size kink cus he’s 6”2 he pretty much towers over almost everyone so like… he would def use that to his advantage 😁😁😁😁😁😇😇😇

GOD SIZE KINK ADAM IM ACTUALLY DUCKING DYING brb writing a whole fic ab this 🙃

the wheels are turning…

OKAY HEAR ME OUT if he’s on top he likes js holding you by the neck (he won’t like squeeze or anything) it’s literally just because it’s comfortable

but it’s so hot like 🤗🤗🤗

he can last VERY VERY LONG and he won’t cum until the absolute very end which means he most likely unintentionally overstimulates you but like sometimes he will do it on purpose he just likes hearing u whine under him ☺️

he likes praising most of the time but he’ll throw in a “good slut” every once in a while 😭

okay hear me our (again) he whimpers SOMETIMES OKAY like especially if he hasn’t seen you in a while bro will be whimpering in your ear but like

not the WHINEY whimpers just like a little “ah” you know?? 😭😭

hes a boob guy i’m sorry v HE LIKES BOOBS SO MUCH he likes looking at them, touching them JUST ANYTHING W BOOBS, he’s down 😭

okay that’s all for now 🌝 pls come in my inbox to expand on any of these things hehe (i’m such a slut for him)

[not-goldy]

the thing is I'm sure jimin was suffering too during the months jungkook was working nonstop like july,september,october,november

I'm sure he missed jungkook just as much he's just way more lowkey about it and would never showcase it online

just different types of people

I don't disagree

He's either better at pretending things don't bother him when they do or better at processing negative feelings as and when they arise because if it were me, FAM🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

The whole world is about to know.

The in laws will know

The siblings will know

The ancestors will know

The pastor will know

Even your therapist will hear about it.

I'll call into radio shows and air our business cos you are not about to make me the broken hearted girl😌

And missing someone who isn't reaching out to you is a whole other level of pain Jesus 😕 💔

Forget the ego

It's your self respect vs your emotional needs and feeding one destroys the other. You don't know pain till you've been put in that tormenting situation.

And it makes a lot of sense why dude keeps complaining about chronic loneliness dude been repressing so much it's alienating😭😭😭😭😭

I want to go to therapy with Jimin😭😭😭😭😭😭

There's a lot we both need to work through

And I feel he's wrapped himself in so much principles it's barring him from expressing certain things certain very human things that's now working against him.

He set himself up and now he gotta hide certain things and certain feelings

Imagine telling Jungkook he's childish for throwing tantrums when he misses you- now you gotta be the better person and live as an example when you in the same situation otherwise you no better🥴

Imagine constantly setting yourself up like that. Imagine feeling you have to be the better and bigger person in every situation because you feel your whole life is an example to others.

He has that first born curse and 1st born syndrome. He expects too much of himself and he's allowed those around him from the BTS group to his fans to have the same high expectations of him.

I'm not mad at that except it can be draining and exhausting and a lonely experience cos not too many can relate.

And people wonder why his solos are the way they are constantly making up ridiculous unsustainable unattainable standards for both him and others to follow, constantly putting him on a pedestal and acting shook if he goes off even a little bit.

Meanwhile he's only human and humans aren't perfectly flawed. ITS OKAY TO HAVE FLAWS you know??

I'm glad Jk spoke about Namjoon admitting he didn't know what to do with Jk. When it was happening and I spoke about it people came for me. I recall people making such a big fuss about me saying Namjoon gives of elitist energy (much like PJMs) and was constantly having at it with Jungkook because he wouldn't fall in line while Jimin would.

I said this before, Jimin made his leadership so easy for him because people like that do not stirr shit up. They are predictable easy to manage and easy to deal with.

And I recall saying they were constantly looking up to Jimin to set the pace and keep Jungkook in check and how that was a lot for a teen- because Jimin was a teen too.

That expectation of perfectionism is crazy. I'm not a fan of anyone who expects that of Jimin- particularly his solo stans. Namjoon can get away with it, he's tall.

Dude didn't want to be bothered he just wanted an easy tenure of office and Jungkook was anything but. It's why he will always write him letters and always invest energy into repairing their dynamic and why he would always feel he owes Jungkook an apology.

And Suga is right in telling him never mind. Embrace your self the whole of yourself it's okay to make mistakes it's okay to be flawed

You don't gotta live life in a constant teacher mood where you feel every aspect of you is a curated lesson for others.

And I'm glad he explored this theme in his 1st album but please Jimin, let's go to therapy 😩

We have so much to work on baby

Or who knows, may be he's just super human and I'm wrong🥴

[devourable]

hiii, i've never sent an ask before but I see your Abraham content and my HEARTTT SCREAMS I tell you! If possible could I be called ditzy anon, if not its totally ok!



More fluffy than nsfw but how would Abraham act meeting their darlings family for the first time, I'm talking a big and rowdy family gathering! ( I'm hispanic so I would love to hear this!! )

hello it’s nice to meet you!! ditzy anon it is 😌

sorry this took me ages to get to, its a bit on the shorter side but i didnt wanna leave you hanging <\3

🏠 abraham x big family darling 🏠

first things first, abe is an only child who doesn’t spend much time with his parents, so he’s definitely out of his element when he meets the rest of your family. he doesn’t quite know how to address your siblings or parents, let alone cousins, aunts, uncles, et cetera et cetera.

he personally doesn’t care for anyone in your family but you. why would any of them matter just because they share your blood? but he’d gather how much it means to you and attend anything you ask him to without complaining. he tries to view big get togethers as he would a church function to help him ease into it better. it doesn’t help all that much considering he’s stiff and awkward at church as well; every time someone tries to address him he stumbles over his words and mostly speaks about you rather than himself.

expect him to try and cling to you for the duration of any event you bring him to. you’d have to outright tell him to leave you be to have him go somewhere else, and even then he’d look like a scolded puppy. when he’s not by your side he’ll try to be more lowkey, desperately avoiding drawing attention to himself to make up for the fact that he sticks out like a sore thumb.

he does get used to it, however. seeing your massive family makes him think of starting one with you, and it gives him hope of making it a future possibility. the idea of being able to contribute to your family and become part of it is something he’d dream about.

and when he has those thoughts? he adapts to your relatives much easier than before. of course, he’d never tell you exactly what spurred the change, but you might notice how his eyes light up some when your baby cousins greet him. or how he watches your older family members tend to the children. don’t point it out to him, though, he’ll adamantly refuse to talk about it and brush it off as him just being curious.