#im pretty sure that in the time i have i won’t be able to finish covering all of the content 😐

[lannisterdaddyissues]

i might have been a little too optimistic while i was planning out how to budget my time so i could prepare for my exams next week

[barbiiecams]

daddy’s girl

dad!drew starkey x mom!reader, kinda trash but obviously i had too cus im in love with the video of drew and his niece oh my gosh <33

it was a peaceful morning. the sun was shining, the weather was warm, and it was a perfect day for a family date.

looking at the clock, you saw it was 8 am. you were a little surprised aaliyah hadn’t woken up yet, but she just started sleeping through the night. and you definitely weren’t complaining at all.

you sat up in bed while drew was still knocked out. he was still on go all night just in case she started crying in the middle of the night, so he was reasonably tired.

letting him sleep for a little bit, you got up to check on your baby. you made sure to keep your steps quiet, just so you didn’t wake drew up or potentially wake aaliyah up either.

opening the door to her nursery, a wide awake baby looked at you as you walked in.

you smiled at the position of her on her back, holding her feet. “is that my liyah girl up?”

she flashed you her infamous gummy smile. she loved to smile at anyone and everyone, and you just always had to thank god for your happy baby.

she kicked her legs around, more than excited to see her mommy in the morning again. picking her up from her crib, you smothered her in kisses. “my pretty girl, we’re gonna have such a fun day!”

you played with her a little more in your arms before you decided it was time to get yourselves ready for the day. walking into the bathroom, you brushed your teeth while you made sure she had one of her teething rings.

the wailing wasn’t happening now, but it would definitely happen later. better safe than sorry.

she was so calm and bubbly as you did your morning routine, it was perfect. she was really the definition of a “trick baby”.

you were almost done when drew walked in, clearly just woke up from bed not even a minute ago.

“good morning sleepyhead.” you grinned at him through the mirror.

he rubbed his eyes “g’morning,”

hugging you from behind, he gave you a kiss on the cheek then your lip. he reached over to aaliyah to rub her head comfortingly.

“this big girl slept throughout the whole night huh? didn’t she?” he started cooing at her, but that eventually turned into all of his attention. if there was someone that could “steal” your man, it’d be no one except his other princess.

he tickled her a little bit which made her start giggling, then gave her her morning kisses. a sight that would never get old to you.

“best sleep of my life,” you said while styling your hair, and it made him laugh.

“and you deserve it,” he said while wrapping an arm around your waist. “carried her for so long, s’the least i can do baby.”

you smiled at his words, “well she’s sleeping finally, so that means we can both start too.”

“and the stuff we used to be able to do almost every night,” he says into your ear, mainly so that liyah won’t hear.

giggling at his words and shaking your head, you finished with your hair. “it’s too early for you. this is the reason why she’s here in the first place.”

while cleaning your space up, he carries aaliyah off the counter. “you know i want another one.”

“me too,” you respond. “when she’s 2!”

he just smiles at this. he definitely doesn’t have a problem with that, but it just made him laugh that you were so adamant about the specific age. “you wanna be pregnant and dealing with terrible twos?

“you wanna deal with a baby and terrible twos?”

he throws his head back and laughs while bouncing aaliyah. “i’ll go get her ready, take your time baby.”

before walking out the bathroom he gives you a final kiss on the cheek. it feels nice being able to just have a morning to yourself after becoming a mom, but you always still cherished the mornings with liyah.

picking out your outfit, you settled on this for the fact that it was comfy enough to take aaliyah around the city as you planned.

when you were completely done getting yourself ready, you went to check on what your husband and baby were up to since it didn’t take you very long to get ready.

walking into her nursery once again, you saw a completely dressed and ready to go aaliyah.

“woww, that was quick. i’m impressed.” you praise drew.

he throws you a wink, “super dad.”

you giggle at his words while he hands her to you so he can get himself ready. the both of you were probably thinking about doing a brunch, so you packed liyah’s bag so you guys could leave as soon as he finished.

as drew walked out, liyah wasn’t having it. she started to get fussy and start whining when he was completely out of eyesight.

because of this, you paused packing some of her things. instead, you bounced her and patted her back, “ohh i know sweat pea, daddy’s just leaving the baby huh?”

although it could be a handful, you loved to see the bond she had with drew. she could be crying all night one second, but completely fine the next if she sees him right next to her.

calming down only a little, you were able to continue packing her bag. after 20 minutes of trying to keep her occupied, drew finally was done.

he takes the bag from you, “where we headed first, mama?”

“well i know she’s gonna get hungry soon and i definitely am, so let’s stop at our spot for brunch.”

before he can make another move, liyah reaches out for him and he takes her, “it’s clear who the favorite is.”

he smirks at you and all you can do was roll your eyes. it was the truth whether you liked it or not. “whatever. let’s go.”

laughing at your sentence, he puts his hand on the small of your back as you guys walk out of the room and out of the house, him also locking the door behind you too.

it’s the way he was able to multitask and do so much, while looking soo sexy, with a baby in his arm. it did really make you wanna give him another one earlier.

you made your way to the car and so did he, putting liyah in her car seat before entering the drivers seat. you guys headed down to the cafe that you and drew considered “your spot”, and you guys both planned to have your kids practically grow up with this cafe. it’s where you and drew both met for the first time, and all the memories you’ve made so far have been beautiful. you definitely weren’t going to stop making those memories anytime soon either.

—

arriving at the cafe, he grabs the baby bag and your purse while you put aaliyah in her carrier that was connected to you. eventually you would start putting her in the high chairs that the restaurants provided, but currently she was still in the phase where she needed to touch either mommy or daddy in public.

fastening the carrier, you and drew both walked in and saw familiar faces behind the counters.

“ah look! it’s my favorite person and her parents!” the owner jokes.

this makes you giggle and drew roll his eyes, “good morning to you too.”

you both find a spot and order your usuals. days like these you always appreciated. being surrounded by the people that make you happy and surrounded by peace.

drew started chatting with the owner while you chatted with his wife who also worked there. their daughter who was around your age had just had a baby herself, so there was already enough to go and chat over.

everything was going well, until of course you guys heard the whining. it was surely feeding time.

they watched you with smiles as you positioned her off your chest, but cradling her as drew handed you a bottle. as soon as you put it to her lips, she was completely calm again.

“that is really your twin, y/n!” the woman says.

“you think so?” you really only said this to hear her say it again, knowing how much she looked like you. you didn’t just cook her up for 9 months and pop her out for her not to look like you.

“most definitely,” she smiles.

“she may look like me, but that’s her true favorite right there.” you pointed at drew.

“really?” the owner asks.

“oh for sure,” drew says as he just admires the both of you. “i always tell her, mommy’s twin but daddy’s girl.”

he makes your eyes roll for what seems like the 50th time this morning, but he just laughs and kisses your cheek.

“when you have a son, he’ll most likely be a mamas boy.” the owner affirms.

“well, i guess we’re just gonna have to test that theory out.” drew says as he wraps an arm around you.

and that was just your main goal in life, to expand your growing family even more with him.

[dilfl0v3rss]

tatted up

summary: you show connie your first tattoo

cw: slight angst but mostly fluff

word count: 2.2k

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

connie had plenty of tattoos ranging from his neck all the way down to his calves. some of them were sacred to him while others were just for fun. you, on the other hand, had zero. you were raised in a pretty strict household so every time you even thought about getting a tattoo you were given the same old lectures about jobs and marriage. “how will you ever get a job if you decide to mark your skin up like that?” and “no man would want to marry a woman with drawings on her skin” were constant sentences thrown at you by your mother and aunts which led you to never getting one.

that was until you met connie. when you and connie met, the first thing about him that caught your eye were his many tattoos. the way the dark ink would dance around his light brown skin made you ready to make him yours right then and there. as the two of you got to know each other you soon fell in love, causing connie to add many pieces of art to his body in honor of you.

it never really bothered him that you decided not to get any tattoos to represent him. connie let you know many times that he actually rather you get your first tattoo to be something more meaningful since it’s your first. “nah mami have your first tat be for your dukes or a pet you had. you can do sum for me later on.” he was so fine for that honestly. plus he knew about how your family felt about them and he was very confident in your love for him so he alway let you know that you don’t need to show your appreciation for him through a tattoo like he does. “make sure it’s sum you want for real. im happy wit being on your nail and ion want you feelin’ like you need a tat cause i got some.” you were his and he was yours and it always showed. whether it be the many pieces of jewelry he’s bought you or the the beautiful letter “c” that you currently have on your nail. connie new you were his woman, but this was your decision.

you felt that connie was downplaying the impact he had on your life. not only did he make you happy, but he always made it his top priority to protect you which you were highly grateful for. he’s given you everything you can possibly hope for and more, and you wanted your first tattoo to be as sacred to you as his were to him. and nobody was more special to you than your connie. this led you to where you were now. sitting in the chair at mikasa and eren’s tattoo shop, the two of them doing their best to calm you down so eren can get started on you. “y/n you need to relax or this’ll never get done.” eren chuckled while he stared at you, tattoo gun in hand. you were no stranger to pain, having your pretty stomach piercing, that mikasa did, to show for it. “ren’s right hunny. you gotta chill or he won’t be able to work.”

it’s not like you were scared of the pain. you were just scared about how connie will react to you going against what he said. “i know y’all. i just don’t want con to be mad at this.” your nervousness showing all over your face as your two friends rubbed each of your shoulders. they understood how you felt, both feeling bad for going behind connie’s wishes and giving you a piercing and now a tattoo without him there. after you got your stomach done, connie seen how watery your eyes were when you got home. he immediately knew you were crying the whole ride, trying to hide it and appear excited to show him your new piercing.

after that day he asked eren and mikasa personally not to give you any piercings or tattoos without him there because he knew how much of a baby you were about needles. after the both of them witnessed you cry for about an hour when mikasa finished piercing your stomach they had no problem agreeing with his request, feeling so bad seeing you like that. but it’s been almost a year since then and they felt like you’d be able to handle this. and since you agreed to pay both of them even tho eren was the only one doing the tattoo, mikasa couldn’t resist. and if mikasa says yes then eren doesn’t really have a choice but to follow because he’s so scared of her.

“look baby ima be here, holding your hand the entire time. you came to me for your piercing because i’m the best right?” you reply with a nod as you wiped your eyes. “and you’re coming to eren right now because he’s the best right?” you nodded again. it’s true. mikasa and eren were well known in your area for their great tattoos and piercings. eren being widely known for doing tattoos for some rappers and basketball players while mikasa was recognized for her cool piercings on local bands. “then you have absolutely nun to worry ‘bout. i’d never hurt you girl and you know that. plus con would kill me if i did.” eren mumbled his last sentence as he starts up his machine. “just breathe f’me and this’ll be done in no time i promise.” you squeezed mikasa’s hand as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath as you lied down on the on the chair. “alright go ahead”

<<<time skip>>>

as you were driving home you decided to stop and get some gifts for your man just incase. you bought him some tech suits and, tank tops, and his favorite snacks from the corner store. as you pulled in your driveway you seen your phone ping with eren’s name on the screen. ‘please don’t tell con i did that shit. he gon try to murder me fr’ you giggle when you read the message, getting out your car before preparing to go inside. as you approached your shared home you took a shaky breath and made a silent prayer that this goes well. you walk into the door and instantly see your man on the couch, arms leaning on the top as he manspreaded while watching tv. “hey mami where you been at?” you thought it’d be better to just cut to the chase so you walked up to him, standing in between his legs before giving him the gifts. “what’s all this?” he smirked up at you as he leaned up, opening each bag in front of you.

as he looked at each gift connie couldn’t help but think there was something going on. he noticed that you haven’t spoken to him since you got home and you’ve been shifting from one foot to the other which was something you only did when you were nervous. “c’mere give papi a kiss.” you felt connie softly grab your wrist, pulled you closer to sit you on his lap. he placed his hand on your neck as he began tonguing you down, his tongue dancing with yours as they fought for dominance. when it came to that he always won, distracting you by giving you a squeeze to your neck. connie stops to move his lips towards your ear, turning your head to the side so he can whisper something to you. “what’d you do?” how the fuck did he know that you did something?

you hated how well he read you, but you couldn’t even dwell on that because you felt him begin to grip your neck tighter. you turned you head towards him, staring into his eyes as you contemplated how you were going to show him your tattoo. “uhh i just wanna let you know first that i-…i love you.” connie stared at you with attentive eyes, letting go of your neck as he grew worried at how nervous you were. “what happened? somebody been fuckin’ wit you because all you gotta do is show me where they at and ima-” you put your hand on connie’s mouth “no no no. nun like that baby just lemme finish okay?” connie nods his head, giving you the floor. “okay so we been together for a long time and i love you more than anything. you mean the world to me and i hope that i mean the same to you.” you begin to take off your hoodie, revealing your wrapped up chest to your boyfriend. connie’s eyes immediately start to water as he noticed the familiar name on your chest.

“mami you didn’t.” he whispered he started inspecting your inked skin. right above your left tiddy sat your lovers name in cursive with a small heart as the dot on the “i”. “i did pa and i don’t want you to be mad about it either. you told me to get something meaningful and nobody on this earth mean more to me than you. and i put that on everything i love.” connie was never much of a crier, but seeing how much you loved him always made him a little soft. since he never fucked with his dad and his mom wasn’t in his life as much as he wanted her to be, connie never really knew what it felt like to feel unconditional love. he was basically raised by his brothers on the streets and never was taught about things like how to properly love a woman and how to receive that same love back. luckily he was able to teach himself and came out just fine but, he couldn’t help but to get a little emotional when he sees the the love he’s been yearning for since he was a kid finally being administered to him. “i love you more than fucking anything y/n. i swear to god i got you forever.”

you began to rub the nape of his neck as he continued to stare at your chest, wiping his tears from his cheeks with your other hand. you were so happy that he loved the tattoo and seeing him so emotional brought you to tears as well, sighing as you tried to blink them away. “i-im just happy you l-like it f’real.” you sniffle as you try to catch your breath. the two of you were a mess. connie wiped your tears as you cried on his lap. he softly smiled at how emotional you get when it comes to him. all he did was shed a few tears and here you are full on sobbing on his lap. “i love it mami. who did it for you?”

not paying attention, you immediately tell him how you asked eren to do your tattoo since he was a trusted friend and how mikasa was also there for moral support. connie folded his lips, jaw tightening at your sentence. “ima kill his ass, but for now let’s put these gifts away.” you agreed and helped put all the stuff in your room, changing your clothes before sitting at your vanity to remove your makeup. you seen connie staring at you from his spot on the bed, licking his lips as he looked at your chest. you had one of his t shirts on and those damn near covered your whole body so you knew he was thinking about your new tat. “c’mere hermosa we gotta take that wrapping off.”

you walked up to him as he slid to the edge of the bed, legs open for you to stand in between them. connie removed your shirt and lightly rubbed his hands across your breasts. you weren’t wearing a bra since you slept more comfortably without one.“you got aquaphor and shit for it?” he says while nodding towards your chest. you let him know that you had everything you needed since you’ve watched him take care of his new tats plenty of times. he nodded his head, letting you know he was listening. after he finished unwrapping your chest you handed connie the ointment and let him rub it on your chest. it hurt a little but he was very delicate and took his time. as he finished you can tell he was getting hard from seeing your bare chest for so long, grabbing himself to readjust in his pants.

“all done. now lemme suck em” you couldn’t help but laugh as you put your shirt back on. “let’s take a nap first boo” you said as you made your way to your side of the bed. connie crawled towards you after you lied down in your back, lying his head on your stomach with the rest of his body in between your legs. “i really do got you forever ma. you my whole world.” you rubbed his head as you replied. “i know pa and i got you forever too. we locked in twin.” you cross your fingers in connie’s face, making you you giggle as he lightly pinched your side. “don’t play wit me lil girl. i already let you off the hook for goin’ without me and i’m still mad eren went behind my back. ima kill that muthafucka” connie mumbled as he closed his eyes. you immediately hushed up and said a silent prayer for eren as the both of you drifted off to sleep. you and connie were gonna be together forever and now you had the tattoo to show for it.

[driaswrld]

one night only! — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 2.1k

summary : fem!reader goes to a club with shoko to be free from her scary guard dog besties, satoru and suguru show up anyway, just a bunch of intimacy really. maybe one lil suggestive part w satoru?? mention of wlw shoko and possible insinuation of stoner geto lmao

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : i headcanon poly satosugu as often toeing the line between platonic love and romantic love bcus these three idiots rlly can't tell the diff sometimes. also shoko is gay and is my gf don't @ me. also this is ooc of how satoru and suguru would be at a club cs lets be fr satoru would be an emotional drunken mess while suguru is in the bathroom smoking or smth

other : im having so many teenage romance thoughts ab poly satosugu. also this was kinda inspired by a poly marauders fic i read agesss ago

current casette : i was never there - the weeknd. me and your mama - childish gambino.

You can feel the bass of the music in your throat, your heartbeat racing to catch up with it.

Parties like these only had one common thread : brainless, brainless fun.

“That one over there,” Shoko murmurs against your ear as discreetly as she can, but just as loud as for you to hear her over the thumping music inside the club. Your gaze moves from the sequin strap across Shoko’s shoulder and over to a girl across the way, a redhead, leaning against the bar and knocking back an expensive looking drink. “She’s pretty.” You turn your head to Shoko’s ear.

Satoru and Suguru have been… hovering these past few weeks.

You love them, truly, the bestest best friends anyone could ask for. But two popular conventionally attractive men by your side at all times? It does put a damper on your love life. Shoko would be able to understand your point of view — if she wasn’t playing for the other team at least.

The redhead looks over her shoulder out at the mass of bodies on the dancefloor, the dark blue dress she has on really accentuates her figure — among other things. “You should go tal–” Before you can finish, Shoko’s mouth is agape, eyes fixed on the girl, and being the wingwoman that you are, you shove her forward a little. “Talk to her.”

“You sure?” Shoko wobbles forward, tipsy but sober enough to take a pretty girl home. The neon lights inside the club flash pink and blue then red and green then pink and—

“I don’t wanna abandon you, name.” You only laugh at Shoko, giving her two firm thumbs up, nudging her forward again, and still, she stands there contemplating. That is, until the redhead turns around and locks eyes with Shoko.

Oh, she’s far gone already.

“Don’t leave my peripheral.” Shoko kisses the side of your cheek and begins to saunter off, just as the song playing in the club changes to a softer, more sensual song.

There’s something about parties. Something that gives you the uneasy feeling two specific people could pop up at any time – two people you’re trying very hard to make clear to that you’re your own woman.

What makes a grown man wanna cry?

You slide back to the spot on the dancefloor you and Shoko shared moments ago, and with a sigh of near relief, you let the music transcend you to a different realm. Your body sways among the masses, a tinge of alcohol probably clouding your judgement because on any other occasion you’d find dancing in public embarrassing—

When it’s time, when it’s time, when it’s time, it won’t matter

There’s a sense of complete euphoria that washes over you, and before you know it, a slender arm snakes around your waist. And despite your better judgement, you know who it is before you look over your shoulder.

It’s an eerily intimate thing, feeling the chill of the six eyes raking over you.

You’re sure Suguru must be the only other person to feel how it feels, the goosebumps that rise on your flesh, hair standing on end. But not in fear. In something else entirely—

“You’re so pretty.” Satoru whispers against the edge of your ear. He doesn’t sound drunk. At the very least he barely sounds tipsy, just a small slur of speech in between, and you look over your shoulder at him.

“Prettier than you?” You stop moving and let out a laugh, and he goes brainless. Crystalline orbs stare down at you, and he pulls your body flush against him, pressing his body into yours from behind.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbles and your body sways, resuming with the rhythm of the blaring music. A whisper of the lyrics leaves his mouth, and you nearly forget how he knows the song — must’ve been in one of Suguru’s playlists. One of those playlists he keeps.

“Satoru—” you’re about to scold him, maybe tell him this is a thin line, one you’ve been toeing for too long.

Satoru brings his other arm around your waist, both his hands meeting in accord atop the flesh of your stomach. He waits for a beat, waits for you to tell him no, but it never comes.

I’m on the edge of something breaking

His head dips to your height, his hair tickles the back of your neck. You can feel the heat from his lips on your skin as he hums along to the lyrics. “Just feel it for a little...” He whispers.

Even in his tipsy but not-so-tipsy state, he knows exactly what he's doing. You think, maybe he’s always known. At least in body but not in mind.

If I keep going I won’t make it

A sigh escapes your lips, something akin to a breath of relief, like a weight lifts off your shoulders.

Satoru’s body grinds forward onto you, and your head tilts back onto his chest, a mouthful of lyrics leaving your mouth in a gasp. “Feels good, yeah?” He grins down at you, pleased, his voice a bit off-key in a more Satoru-like fashion.

“Didn’t know you knew the song,” the words leave your lips as you both lock eyes. He rolls his eyes and sinks his teeth into the exposed flesh of your shoulder playfully.

“Suguru plays it all the time—” He replies, then continues to hum along with the song, his voice barely sounding like his own. “It’s too sexy to not know.”

There’s a sense of comfort in not knowing the depth of what you feel in this moment.

Satoru spins you around to face him, and the breath leaves your lungs. And the moment in between knowing what your relationship is and not knowing all but fades to black.

And with the way he looks into your eyes, and leans forward, you think he just might break the line two.

And it’s all because of you—

The song fades out, to a more upbeat one, and Satoru’s hands fall limp at his sides. Suddenly, you remember how to breathe. And you swallow the lump in your throat, all while he gives you the signature goofy grin you’ve come to cherish.

You turn your head to look across the mini crowd, and Shoko is still there, one arm slung around the redhead as they both knock back shots.

Temporary. It’s no big deal, you and Satoru were just tipsy.

But that sense of relief is short-lived.

Embarrassingly so.

“Boo.” A sharp exhale leaves your lips as soon as you turn your head, and instead of Satoru staring down at you, your view is blocked by Suguru.

You look at him like a lost child, and he rears his head away to laugh at you. “Don’t look so scared, name.” He smirks, slyly, like Suguru always does when he’s taunting.

“You dumbass—” You breathe, a hand colliding with the edge of his shoulder in a soft shove and Satoru can’t help but laugh at the sight before him.

Then, Suguru’s fingers wrap around your wrist, two, then four then he’s tugging you forward, straight into him and Satoru. “Don’t be so mean to me, you’ll break my heart.” He says it so condescendingly, with such a smile that makes your heart leap at your current predicament.

Satoru really wasn’t done. He just brought in reinforcements.

“As if—” You grumble, and the lights dim for a second before flashing a neon purple. And that’s all the time Satoru and Suguru need.

“—I have a heart?” Suguru towers over you, and he bends his knees just a little, resting his chin against your shoulder so you can hear him. “Or as if you could break it?”

You think Suguru’s been smoking. The warmth of his breath against your bare skin makes you shiver a little. You think you feel a little dizzy just from looking at him.

The way his eyes are downcast, eyelids heavy, like he’s bordering on the precipice of eternal sleep or the best dream he’s ever had, one he doesn't want to wake from.

He looks at you like you're the latter rather than the former.

Satoru swings his hand forward, interlocking his fingers with yours, pale slender digits finding purchase between yours as he moves to your side. “As if to both.” He rolls his eyes, and Suguru lets out a soft whistle, “You’re so cold, Satoru.”

The song playing begins to fade out, and Suguru takes advantage of the few seconds before the song switches, that small gap of silence, and he whispers, “Dance with us..?”

“Duh.” You grab ahold of Suguru’s hand with your free one, all while Satoru’s grip on your other hand tightens just a little. “Who else would I dance with?”

These things are no secret, never have been and never will be. And you have a funny feeling you know why your love life remains so stagnant.

How does the old age thing go? Never let your girl have a boy bestfriend. Or worse, two.

The three of you saunter to the middle of the dancefloor, the neon lights flashing shades of blue.

And if you didn’t know better, you’d say whoever the DJ is, they’ve got a sick sense of humor.

Because they manage to play the most romantically erotic song you could ever hear in a club setting. Ironically, a song you recognize from your playlist — no doubt you learned it from one of Suguru’s tracklists. A very extensive one titled with a leaf emoji.

I’m in love when we are smoking that—

Suguru’s arm moves to wrap around your waist from in front, and he tugs you close as the soft tempo reverberates through the room. He shrugs some of his hair off his shoulder, dark eyes finding yours and he doesn’t dare look away for a second.

Suguru must think you're a pipe dream. That you’ll disappear if he blinks.

Your bodies rock from side to side and Satoru doesn’t let go of your hand, instead he slides behind you, following the rhythm you and Suguru have set in tune, raising your intertwined hands to his lips, and for a moment he uses them as a makeshift microphone to sing—

La-la-la-la-la

Suguru grins and he presses his chin atop your head, his other arm coming around to hug you close to his chest, while Satoru meets you both halfway, and it’s really just a sandwich swaying side to side with you in the middle.

I’m in love when we are smoking that—

What initially started off as something so simple, you coming to a club with Shoko wanting to finally get laid since your best friends managed to scare all the guys off — has turned into something so soft, so intimate.

There are never many words, never much explanation when you’re with Satoru and Suguru.

And it’s clear none of the three of you know what this is or where you stand. But for now, that’s okay.

La-la-la-la-la

“You okay?” Suguru dips his head to mumble into your ear, and you nod, words failing you.

In truth, you’ve never felt so soft, so safe yet so… vulnerable. But that’s also okay.

Satoru cranes his neck and leans his body over yours to look between you and Suguru, having not heard a thing. “You two okay?”

And you laugh. Suguru does too.

Suguru’s arms around you keeps you grounded against him, and Satoru’s weight against your back keeps you firm between them. “If you need us to stop… if you need a drink I can—” Suguru tries, but you cut him off with a soft pat to his shoulder.

“Don’t stop,” you mimic Satoru’s words from earlier as your own into Suguru’s chest and he melts. “Yeah?” He whispers.

“Yeah.” You affirm, and he nods, his chin going back to rest atop your head. And you wrap a free arm around Suguru’s middle, the other still softly interlaced with Satoru’s at your side. “M’ happy here.”

“In the club?” Suguru asks, albeit a little louder so you can hear him an amused smile slipping onto his features. “No, just—” Your words fail you. But this, there can’t be any intent without feeling, true unbiased feeling.

And you feel it, coursing through you in soft waves for them.

That unbiased wavy feeling, almost like you’re floating. That feeling for them. Though you don’t quite know what to call it yet.

“Here,” you mumble and a smile stretches onto your face. “With you, and Satoru too.”

Suguru stops swaying a bit, and at the change in movement Satoru stops too, peering over your shoulder to see what’s happening.

But Suguru only grins a little. “I’m happy too,” he says. Then he glances at Satoru, and Satoru glances to you. “I guess if you two are so happy, then me too.” Satoru chuckles.

[teabunnee]

just got into AFK Journey and im a bit attached to valen.. i was wondering if you could do something for him? ( maybe like a S/O thing? up to you though!!) perfectly fine if you choose not to though!

Oddly enough, I think Valen is actually very inexperienced with romance. 

Sure, he flirts, and probably has a fan club somewhere in Holistone, but it barely goes anywhere farther. 

You. You are new. And he’s floundering a little. 

He likes you, and he wants to keep being with you, he just has no idea how to do that. 

On your first date, he desperately asked pretty much everyone he knew on advice. 

You are probably getting a rose, or a flower that you like. which he hands out and scratches his head nervously. He’s enthusiastic, at least, though most of his dates has at least one hiccup. It makes hanging out with him pretty interesting! 

Any compliment he gives you are a strange mix of his usual flare for poetics and a honest sincerity 

He gets pretty worried about you should you be an adventurer, sometimes he might have an assignment that takes him elsewhere, sometimes he has to stay back to finish up his reports after Hogan catches him slacking. He gives you a hug and refuses to let go when it’s time to say goodbye. 

“Promise me you’ll be safe, alright?” He murmurs. “I won’t be able to rescue you if you get in danger.” 

He is a knight, through and through, he is chivalrous, polite, and a loyal protector. He is also remarkably cheesy about it. He’ll pull out your chair with a cheeky smile, open the door for you, the works. He’ll even pay for the meals you have together! (And secretly put it on Hogan’s tab, don’t worry, he’l make up for it later.) 

I think if you’re dating Valen, most of the heroic order knows about you, but Valen is remarkably good at keeping the details a secret. You get greeted by random soldiers quite a bit, and during times you are apart, and Valen is busy, they might try to inform you about Valen’s wellbeing, should they be in the know. Hogan especially. 

All in all, he’s a pretty fun boyfriend, easily fluster-able but he will fluster you back. Have fun!

[charliemwrites]

I humbly request Gaz being a soft dom with Researcher. 🥺

Oh hmmmmm yes let’s see……

The two of them are in the researcher’s bed because let’s be honest, it’s wayyyy better than a barrack. They’ve been on a Science binge all day - all week, really. This is the first that Gaz has been able to pull them away from their work bench in hours.

They’re mumbling about not being done yet, needing to put the finishing touches on a design - and Gaz is letting them ramble. He’s listening, of course. Or, well, listening for the stutters and pauses when his lips and tongue and teeth find a good spot on their neck. They are slowly but surely melting into him, all insistence on work fading off into happy hums.

“We can get back to it tomorrow, chickadee,” he murmurs when they’ve run out of steam. “I want to spend time with you tonight. Think you can make a little time for me?”

“Of course,” they breathe, nuzzling at his cheek to get proper kisses. “All the time you want.”

“All the time I want, eh?” He chuckles. “Sure you can spare that much?”

“Mhmm.”

“So sweet for me,” he smiles against their cheek. “You’ll be good and patient, won’t you?”

“Mhmm”

He rewards them with slow, lingering touches through their shirt and pants, lets them grind absently against him while he licks into their mouth. They deserve worship and a chance to turn their brilliant brain off. The best way to do that is make them wait, make the building ecstasy the only thing they have room for.

“Ky, I wanna…. I’m so close….” They gasp.

“I know, I know,” he soothes, playing with their nipples. “Can you be good and wait just a little longer? You’re doing so well, I know you can, baby.”

They whine, high pitched, but nod and grip at him tighter, clenching down and writhing, making him see stars.

“I’m gonna count you down, alright?”

The moan. They simultaneously love and hate countdowns and he knows it.

“5…. C’mon, darlin’ arch your back”

They shudder and squeeze their eyes closed.

“4, looks at me? Cmon, I wanna see your pretty dazed eyes.”

They flutter their eyes open but they can’t focus their vision, pupils blown out.

“3… so close, love, you’re holding on so well. That’s it, let me hold you here…”

They whimper his name between their teeth, trembling and desperate, flushed everywhere.

“2…. Can you ask nicely? You sound so lovely when you say-“

“Please, Ky, please, wanna cum for you!”

“That’s my love. Well done, so lovely.”

He holds them there just a moment longer, just to see them desperately holding back for him.

“1 - cum for me, baby. That’s it, ride it out.”

Their eyes roll back in their head as they squeeze down, milking his cock, screaming as they cum in overwhelming waves. Hes not far behind, burying deep within and cumming only a few rough thrusts later.

As they catch their breaths, he leaves absent kisses all over their face and shaking hands.

“Alright, darlin’? Didn’t make you wait too long?”

“It was perfect,” they sigh. High praise indeed considering the ‘statistical impossibility of perfection. “You’re perfect. Thank you, Ky.”

“No need to thank me, love. I should thank you for being so good. Im so proud of you.”

They hum and snuggle in. He’ll have to get them up before they doze off too much… but for now he could use a break too.

[shakespearean-dream]

TW!!! — blood, scarring and mild body horror ahead 🥲

benny’s turn!

before i start i wanna clarify i hesitated a bit on posting this because lovely mutual @vor-leser just posted his benny interpretation (go look at it and follow him btw), and idk if we like mind melded or smth but our human benny’s are super similar LOL. i damn near scrapped the whole thing out of fear someone would get mad at me but i Would Not be able to start over and get this done ever so this is as good as we’re gonna get. 😭 my apologies niko love u /p

this has been like a full 7 days in the making 😭😭 the art block that i felt coming on while doing ellen and ted hit me like an optimus prime sized semi truck this week along with a depressive episode so i definitely appreciate that happening and i am not upset about it at all! /s i’m totally good so don’t worry or anything /gen, mental health is just weird and i also wanted to explain the gap in my posts 😔

i do not know how to feel about this drawing if i’m so fr with you; i’m proud of myself for AM-ified benny cause i think i got the slowly rotting from the inside out primal freak energy down pretty good, but on the other hand this feels kinda empty?? i usually have a lot more commentary squished in here but i think my brain’s a little fried 🤦‍♂️ i love drawing me some beautiful buff men though so drawing normal ben was familiar territory. however his wack ass haircut i gave him is his punishment for being a PRICK!!! go sit in the corner and think about ur actions benjamin.

like ted n the rest of the sillies i’m not straying too far from canon with his personality, he’s an ass and a murderer and a hella smart dickhead who desperately needs to be punished by the universe (thank you for that one AM). hot take i did not like his “redemption arc” in his game scenario and i don’t think with how he was throughout the entirety of his life (and also throughout the game, main example his inner dialogue) he would actually go out of his way to help the kid because he means it??? n prove he changed to the guys he killed cause he means it??? i dunno maybe AM torturing him made him have a main character “omg i’ve been in the wrong this whole time!!1” moment like the game suggests i’m just not buying it 💀 i’m sure it’s just cause bennys scenario couldn’t be too long and they couldn’t fully flesh him out which i won’t fault the game makers for. i’m a steven universe fan, i know what time constrictions can do to a plot and redemption arc 😭 looking at you white diamond…

his wife n kids are up top and they’re kinda neat to me— i was considering the hc that part of the reason manya (his canon wife) left him is because she realized she was a lesbian which would be funny as fuck considering benny’s also One Of Them Queers 😭. i think during the brief times he was home and able to parent his daughters they got really scared and tired of him, one because he’s just a very threatening powerful and overbearing man, but also because i feel like he would’ve been on their ASS about everything. grades, extracurriculars, friends, wardrobe, this guy was micromanaging his family to an annoying extreme (ofc because of his perfectionist complex). he probably loved manya and the kids in his own weird way, but it was more contractual to him than any real personal relationship. maybe he inherited that from his own parents?? i doubt he ever talked to them after he moved out.

that’s about the end of my thoughts on this fucker. 🥲 funny storyyyy i just remembered i have laundry to finish so im gonna go do that, lord help me. thank you for reading all this if you did!!!!! we’re over halfway through so who do yall want next? wanna save AM or nimdok for last? i’ll see u guys later :]]]

[oistak]

do you write alphabets?? if yes then valentino nsfw alphabet maybee????🙏🙏🙏 please and thank you

Valentino nsfw alphabet

about a third of the way through i realized that my brain cannot do this much in a sitting and have it be something im happy with, so i've specified in pinned post that you can only request up to five letters at a time, sry yall <3

a = aftercare (what they're like after sex)

cold and distant. val doesn't believe in aftercare. since he works in the porn industry, anything after cut is a money waster for him. val is more of a hit it and quit it rather than a romantic, he hates being intimate and it shows. he’ll probably stay for a few minutes- smoking, before getting dressed and leaving

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

his arms. he loves watching you writhe as he holds you down and thrusts into you, he loves watching his nails dig into your thighs, he wants any feeling of power over you and he feels the utmost amount of control and advantage while he does this. he loves your legs, he’ll watch them tremble as he realeases into you, he'll will hold them over your head, or hang one of them off his shoulder

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

watching you covered in his cum was a turn on. he loved the thought of marking you as his and only his. his jizz is prob very thin and miky and it covers you face like a mask, is he finishes inside your throat he will absolutely make you swallow-no exceptions, he makes you clean his cock after for sure

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

none of his dirty secrets are secrets

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

crazy experienced. i mean have you seen the films he makes? he knows this industry better than the back of his hands. anything you wanna do he’s open to it cause hes already done everything. he knows every position, every trick, every toy, this is his field of study and he’ll be sure not to disappoint

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

oyster, so he can hold you down, again, he loves to feel in control. also this gives him full access to you and hes able to thrust as deep as he can reach, it makes him feel connected with you, like you're both bonding on a deeper level because there is nothing that says “strong relationship” like rawdogging into them

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

sex is his job, theres nothing funny about it and if you laugh or make jokes, he’ll definitely make it so you can’t walk tomorrow

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

completely shaven the carpet does match the drapes because there's nothing up there either. he keeps it smooth and probably has a few piercings, gold of course to match his chain. he still has white armpit hair tho he shaves his legs and pubes daily and also bathes himself in some musky cologne

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

omg thats funny, val? intimacy?

j= jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he doesn't need to, he has whores at his disposal, so if you’re not here he won’t mind taking his mind off things with a few of his top-earners sucking him off, he’s not that needy anyways that he can wait for you to get back or he’ll normalizes jerking off and does it in his studio

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

val has all the kinks but i think he’d be most into fucking you in public, something about the thrill and showing everyone else that you're his, and he is the only one who could make you cum so much and that he own you: soul and body

l= location (favorite places to do the deal)

evreyday, everywhere, anytime, at the studio, in his office, in the lobby, reception, conference room, restroom, elevator, stairwell, cafeteria, kitchen, mailroom, storage room, break room, janitor's closet, mechanical room, server room, boardroom, office, cubicle, waiting area, lounge, pantry, library, gym, in costco, training room, utility room, copy room, it room, security office, loading dock, garage, rooftop, terrace, basement, locker room, in ikea, printing room, call center, lab, observation deck, till your screaming and crying

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves when you wear skimpy clothes for him and matching lingerie especially with the vees logo, also i think watching you be ruthless to others would get him raging hard. val would also love when you whisper what you want him to do to you in public, it’d get him hard rlly quickly. he’ll probably like it more when you tell him in private tho, he’ll make you strip and give him a private “show”

n = no (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

nothing

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

val likes to receive orals more, but he’d give them too. he has a crazy long tounge and he uses it to make you moan and squeak as he holds down your thighs and watches you tremble

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he can do either, val is very versatile though he prefers fast and rough in general.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

val doesn’t really care where you have sex as long as he gets off he’s good but for how often it's probably not as much as you'd think, val would rather pound into you long and hard. if he were to do quickies you’re always the one sucking him off.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

val lives risks, experiments, anything really

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

it doesn't matter cause he'll definitely outlast you, he could go forever if you're bratty - just to teach you a lesson

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

val uses toys a lot on you or on him,and he certainly owns a ton, vibrators, dildos, whips, anal beads, gags, anal plugs. he definitely loves the clear ones the most

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he loves to watch you struggle and he loves to feel power over you, so of course he's going to be unfair, he'll leaved you straped to a vibrator for hours to sit in the corner and watch you struggle

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

hes not that loud but he groans a lot, and hes crazy with the dirty talk and the teasing

w= wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

val likes to chase someone, he likes to brat tame and absolutely break your spirit. he’ll degrade you when you cum and everything, he wants to watch you sob

x = x-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

val has a 9 inch cock not as thick but definitely girthy, the length is the same color as his body but the tip is a light pink color and he has a few piercings along it

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high. he’d legit have sex anywhere i keep saying this but its val, hes bound to want to have sex as much as possible

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

val might smoke a bit, then leave, you're usually the one to pass out first, and me the writer is gonna pass out from writing all that in an hour and a half

[mysumeow]

ꗃ LYNEY NSFW ALPHABET 2/2

warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns.

a/n: i sat myself down in front of my puter and told myself: im not getting up until i finish this. thats the only way i can convince myself to stop postponing everything, including stuff i want to finish (like this one lkjhasdflkjhs)

PART ONE › MASTERLIST ‹

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I can see this guy wanting kids. He wants to give them the childhood and lifestyle he wishes he had when he was one.

So, breeding is a given.

Aside from that, he shows affinity for harnesses, restraints of any kind, sensory deprivation in the form of blindfolding, and lingerie. He prefers you to be the one getting blindfolded and teased, but he’s not against the idea of being on the receiving end.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Given that he doesn’t want to cause any type of scandal, he prefers to play it safe and do it behind closed doors. The biggest risk he’s willing to handle is having you press against a window. Your front against the glass, while he pounds you from behind. Seeing your face reflected on the window until it fogs up from heavy breathing.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The moment you show a sliver of thigh, the cogs in his mind are already turning. Otherwise, if you’re wearing fishnets, tights, high-knee socks, or just any type of leg accessory (yes, harnesses are included too), that also makes him ogle you when no one else is looking.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’s willing to try anything if it has nothing to do with certain bodily wastes.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’d be embarrassed to be on the receiving end and probably cumming within the first few minutes, so he prefers to go down on you. Skill-wise, he has limited knowledge, but he takes his time with you to make sure you enjoy it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If the pace is all up to him, he prefers a more sensual way. It’s not difficult to ask him to go faster or rougher if you want, but he likes taking his time with you. Doing it slowly, caressing your body instead of grabbing it and jackhammering into you—he’s a romantic at heart, after all. His fingers touching and playing with your most sensitive parts. He can be quite unfair in this regard because he’s not above edging you in that way, just for the sake of making you as needy as possible.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are good if he’s in immediate need of having you and his schedule is tight. He understands there are days in which he won’t be able to spend as much time with you as he wishes he could, and therefore, quickies are an easy solution to that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d rather play it safe. A scandal of public obscenity is something he’d prefer to avoid. If anything, he would trace his fingers against your thigh, or grip it, when you’re sitting down next to him having dinner at a restaurant. But that’s about it.  

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He’s a performer; he must have a nice amount of endurance for physical activity. He might do one long, consistent round or a multiple, reasonable number of rounds. It depends on his partner’s preference. He’s fine with either.

T = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I do think he has at least one, but he sees little need to keep it after he’s with someone. He shows interest in stimulating your body with some handy toy, like a bullet vibrator or something of the like. Open to suggestions from your part if you want to try a toy on him, too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If he’s feeling playful and teasing, he’s pretty unfair. He’ll keep tethering you to the edge of your orgasm, pulling away at the right time before working you up to that edge again. He doesn’t care if you’re obedient or not; if he wants to edge you for the next couple of minutes, he’ll do it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Man tries so hard to keep his voice down. He can manage in the beginning, but the closer he is to his orgasm, the louder he gets. He whines and moans, even crying your name if he has been edged for a while. You may try covering his mouth with yours; he’s going to moan into the kiss, and his sounds of pleasure slip through. Can’t shut up for the life of him (affectionately).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Every time you visit him backstage, he has fantasized about having a quickie with you there, just before a show. This fantasy is not viable, because that would mean Lynette could catch you both in the act, and that wouldn’t be a fun experience. The same applies to when he imagines you visiting him in the dressing room before a show.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high. Aside from the reason being his age, it’s also due to him being an energetic individual, and he has to release said energy in some way or another.  

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll be awake if you talk to him, but the moment there’s some silence, he’s asleep.

[lovesodakid]

sworn to secrecy 4

chris x fem!reader

1 2 3 5 6

summary: chris and y/n have known each other, pretty much their whole lives. y/n has always had a crush on chris. chris always viewed y/n as ‘nate’s little sister’ until one day, he realized, she wasn’t so little anymore…which nate sees..in which. he does not approve of whatsoever. (“brothers best friend trope”)

warnings: slight mention of underage drinking and a small mention of toxic household. that should be all :)

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“y/n.”

“y/n wake up.”

i softly groan at the feeling of being shaken awake. as i sit up fully in my seat, i look over to chris, leaning dangerously close to my face from his seat beside me, as he was whispering in my ear to wake me up.

“mrs. johnson called your name three times for you to answer the question.” he quietly says to me.

that’s when the embarrassing truth of me falling asleep in class hit me.

“miss y/l/n?” mrs. johnson asks from across the room while shooting daggers into me with her eyes. “what is the answer to number four?”

i freeze. mostly in embarrassment, half in fear as i feel what seems like a thousand pairs of eyes on me. have i mentioned i have a small fear of being put on the spot? no? well now you know.

“i-um. what..what was the question?” i ask, rubbing my eyes.

“well. since you can’t seem to focus in my class, maybe you can focus in detention.” mrs. johnson says as she begins walking over to her desk.

i let out a sigh as i stand up, gathering my things. as i finish, i look over to chris as he shoot’s me a sympathetic smile as i begin making my way to the front of the class.

as mrs. johnson finishes wrighting up my detention slip, she clears her throat to speak again.

“next time, don’t fall asleep in my class.” she says calmly.

i don’t say anything as i just nod, taking the slip and walking out of the classroom, making my way to detention.

it’s been two days since nate and i stayed at the triplets house. things have been okay at home since we came back. usually when we end up having to stay at the triplets, the day we come back home, everyone just pretends everything’s fine. my dad speaking in a unsettling calm tone, my mom looking like she’ll break down any moment. i don’t know why she stays with him, i’ve cried multiple times for her to divorce him, but she just won’t. she claims that he was her “first love”. that she can’t abandon that or him. quite frankly, i think my dads a piece of shit who deserves to be abandoned.

as i enter the detention room, i hand the lady at the desk my detention slip before making my way to the back of the room.

as i sit down, i put in my airpods to listen to music. letting my mind drift off into space.

the good thing about being in detention, is the fact that the lady in charge of the kids in detention, couldn’t give a fuck less what we do.

ever since the night at the triplets, i’ve had the same re-occurring dream of the memory of my mom and dad. i used to have them when i was younger, but one day in eighth grade, they just stopped. i thought i had somehow blocked that “traumatic memory” out of my mind. or that’s what my old therapist said anyways.

-

“you got detention?” nate practically yells to the whole cafeteria as i sit down next to him.

i rub my face in annoyance. “i just fell asleep in class. it’s no big deal.”

“it is a big deal since it got you detention.” he mumbles, a hint of anger lacing his voice. “what’s with you? why have you been so tired recently?”

i roll my eyes. “i haven’t been sleeping well okay? im sure ill be able to soon.”

he doesn’t say anything as he just shakes his head.

“so..you guys coming to the party tomorrow night?” nick asks, cautiously.

chris and matt look at nate and i for an answer.

“i am.” nate speaks up. “she isn’t.”

“what? what do you mean im not?” i quickly question him as i whip my head towards him beside me.

“for one, you got detention.” he says calmly. “for two, im not dragging my little sister with me to a party.”

nick, matt, and chris just stare at us as we slightly argue.

“nate, i just fell asleep in class. i didn’t blow up the school.” i scoff, “and i can go with them, i don’t have to ride with you there.” i say, motioning to the triplets.

“y/n i said no.” he says firmly.

“nate, stop pretending your my dad. you don’t have a say-so in if i go or not.” i spit out, crossing my arms. “im going. i’ll probably just have to ride with you guys if it’s okay.” i say, looking between the triplets.

they briefly look at eachother before quickly nodding, nate doing the opposite, letting out an annoyed breath.

-

it’s now the day of the party. nate still isn’t talking to me, which hurts a little bit but i don’t focus too hard on it. a party has never really ever been my ideal type of way to have fun, but trying it out couldn’t be too bad right?

as i get dressed, i put on a denim mini skirt with a tight black, short sleeve shirt that’s slightly cropped. after 5 minutes of debating between doc martens or random knee high black boots, i choose the boots.

i normally wear baggy jeans and a random shirt, so i rarely ever dress up. but when i do, i usually feel hot, like tonight. my whole life i’ve ever only been hung out with the triplets and my brother. i’ve never really made an effort to look “good”. i mean yes i put makeup on and nice clothes, but ive never dressed up around them. so this is definitely a new one.

the second im done, almost on cue, i hear honking coming from outside. which can only mean the triplets are here.

i grab my phone before walking out of my bedroom and making my way downstairs. the house is empty, signaling my parents are gone, as usual. which also makes me thing nate has already left for the party.

i walk outside towards the van, i can’t help but notice the way chris looks at me through the window of the dashboard. it could mean nothing, but my body reacts differently. a surge of butterflies swarming my stomach.

“oh my god y/n!” nate exclaims excitedly as i get in the backseat. “you look hot!”

“thank you nick.” i thank him, a small giggle exhaling from my mouth.

“so, y/n/n. are you drinking tonight?” matt asks from the driver seat. per usual.

the thought of drinking tonight hadn’t even crossed my mind until now. drinking is completely out of character for me, the girl that usually has a book in her face, replacing it with alcohol?

“um, i don’t really know yet.” i answer honestly. “maybe?”

there’s a first time for everything right?

“well if you decide to. make sure you stay close to one of us okay?” chris says from the passenger seat.

“okay.” i agree.

-

“holy shit there’s a lot of people.” i say in surprise as we pull up to the, might as well say ‘mansion’ for the party.

the front door wide open, teenagers standing and sitting on the porch. one kid in particular seems to be vomiting. yuck. the front yard flooded people who look like they’re having a good time.

“yep. that’s a ‘christian davis’ party for you.” chris says, unbuckling his seatbelt.

christian davis is one of the richest kids in school. not to mention one of the most popular.

“let’s go!” nick screams in excitement, grabbing my hand to pull me out of the car.

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a/n: i apologize for the constant time skips, but i didn’t know what to writeee. plus i wanted to hurry up and write the party part 🙈 (for those asking for a tag list, i probably won’t do one for this story, given the fact this is my first one.)

[starkeysprincess]

mmm i indeed have an interest in bdsm and i can see rafe liking the power it gives him 🙂‍↕️ love the backstory, i can see him finding himself enjoying her inexperience and eagerness to please just like she was when she was serving him at the bar and he especially enjoys seeing her pretty eyes widen in shock and nervousness at every new toy and contraption he introduces to her, but no matter how nervous she is she lets him do whatever he wants to her

BUT i also love angst so i can see that eagerness she has making her irresponsible too. like not properly communicating hard limits and not using her safe word when she can’t handle a scene anymore bc she thinks finishing it would please him. he’d be so angry in the moment when he finds out and try to end the relationship but he won’t be able to bring himself to when she’s looking up at him with tears pouring out of those doe eyes he loves so much and sobbing out apologies

his lil kinky ass would def be into bdsm 🫦🫦 and thank you, I’m glad you liked the backstory !!!

rafe would definitely enjoy seeing the shock and nervousness on her face, honestly, he gets off on it cause he’s slowly corrupting her and he’s loving every second of it. he also loves bringing her tears, something about her eyes getting all glassy from the pleasure he’s giving her just does something to him and I can just see his lil cocky smirk on his face when she agrees to letting him do whatever he wanted cause all she wants is to make him feel good

STOP IM A SUCKER FOR ANGST AHHH 😣 the two would communicate with each other and come up with a safe word and he tells her not to hesitate to use the safe word if it’s too much but of course, her stubbornness gets in the way cause she thinks if she says the safe word, he would be upset with her so she just tries her best to handle as much as she can but it’s quite the opposite.

the thing is, Rafe knows her and her body so well to the point that he KNOWS if she can’t handle it and if she’s not communicating with him, he would be upset, I think he’d be more upset at the fact that she thinks all he cares about is getting himself off rather than making sure she’s okay and he tell constantly is reassuring her that he’s not gonna be upset if she wants to stop cause it’s too overwhelming.

she definitely doesn’t listen the first couple of times when he tells her and he threatens to end the relationship that they have going on because he doesn’t wanna keep hurting her if she won’t communicate. this of course brings her to tears and she’s profusely apologizing and pleading to him that she’ll use the safe word and communicate with him and god he’s such a sucker for her, all it takes is one look into her big, doe eyes and he’s whipped and wrapped around her finger.

do I dear to say that her sobbing, tears streaming down her face as she’s ushering out apologies and begging him not to end the relationship makes him hard cause I def think it does 😁

ANSJDKFK SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG BUT I REALLY JUST GOT INTO IT 😭🫣

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

Aaaaaah what a time to exist

my brain is so empty when it comes to making posts that people actually care about

i wanna change my maintag to something other than charlie rants.. but i’ve been using it for too long to do that…

i guess its cus most of my posts arent rants they are just nonsense that i am spouting to anyone who particularly pays attention to them (aka nobody,,) what even are these posts anymore

im gonna spout about life instead of other things!! Because… i suppose i should talk about my life more.. since i never do

and thats kinda what blogs are for, hm?

I… went to get froyo with my friend… it was fun but it was like 25 bucks for two people…

he has a crush on me, and i… dont know how i feel about him at all.

im not sure really what my sexuality is anymore… i feel like sometimes i’m massively gay because oh my god men… but then other times i think of ever being in a relationship and it grosses me out… so then i think maybe i’m aro…

i finished watching Madoka Magica Rebellion today!!

it was good… though they skipped over parts in the manga that i really liked… its okay though

it was worth 4 dollars to rent…

it’s almost my birthday…

i wonder if people got me what i asked for.?

hopefully somebody got me the Madoka cosplay i wanted…

i don’t think i’ll be able to afford it myself haha

my grandma has me in therapy right now. I don’t really feel like it’s helping me at all…

but she says i have to do it and she won’t let me go out of it until she thinks i’m ready. i don’t think i’m ever getting out of therapy, if that’s the case.

i don’t really like my family situation. I know compared to others, i have life pretty good. But sometimes i feel like all they care about is keeping me alive so that they dont get accused of bad parenting. Or forcing me to get good grades so that the teachers don’t have to talk to them about how awful i am at everything.

not because they care about my future or anything. because they DON’T care about my future. No matter how much they say they do. You can just sort of tell.

i got my Len Kagamine cosplay a little while ago… my grandma said it was an Amazon pick… but it’s not really as good as the one i picked out…

I’ve been thinking about @n3hmof1sh and @ffelix143 a lot lately!!

i talk about Nehmo and Felix constantly to anybody who listens..

or even if they don’t really listen…

my friends haven’t been responding to my texts. I think they’re ignoring me.

i think maybe i’m being too much of a burden on them… annoying them all the time…

i’m sure some of my friends on here understand what i mean… i don’t really do much outside of tumblr, to be honest

i sort of wish there was no real world, and i could live here in tumblr with the people that actually care… people that i would do anything to spend time with off of a screen..

i’ve gotten so attached to my stupid screens that i really don’t know what else to do without them. I’ve lost any sense of worth in real activities.

i think that’s a bad thing.

but that’s okay.

[dreamsnails]

Hi! Im kinda new to tumblr and asking fanfic requests so please let me know if im doing something wrong! So I have a request for a sal fisher x GN reader (preferably headcanons but if you'd be more comfortable doing a oneshot that's also completely fine!) Where the reader doesn't really have any friends and has pretty extreme social anxiety? Like, they have hard time speaking in front of people they just met and get really fidgety and even sometimes have panic attacks? And they just really want to have friends and they get really mad at themself for not being able to keep or start friendships. Again sorry if I've made a mistake with requesting!

Oh boy, this one hits oddly close to home. I actually wrote (but then scrapped) a whole vent fic about Sal comforting someone (me specifically but I formatted it to be for anyone) who had a really rough day and is now thinking about every little embarrassing thing to ever happen to them but they don't know how to process or vent those emotions by themselves. I might go back and try to finish that and post it later if you're interested in fluff content like that, but for now here are my headcanons for this specific situation. I really hope you like them.

<3

In Public:

He’s always holding your hand. He makes sure to gently rub his thumb over the top of your hand, especially when he notices your warning signs. 

He never ever speaks over you, even if you’re taking a while to say what you mean.

He always invites you to hang out with his friends if he’s going to. If you don’t want to he won’t try to push you.

He will 100% complain about your order at a restaurant for you, but if you’re worried about causing a scene he always orders something you like for himself so you can switch if they mess up your food.

He carries little fidgets like small fidget cubes and magnetic beads in his pocket so you can have something to focus on when you’re overwhelmed or overstimulated. 

He comforts you and praises you quietly and away from people after you interact with receptionists or cashiers or strangers, especially if you feel you had a particularly bad interaction. He understands how much extra energy it takes you to communicate with others.

He understands if you can’t find the energy to do those things, too. He��ll talk for you if you ask him to and he would never criticize you for not being able to speak to someone. He’s proud of you for wanting to try regardless of if you succeed or not. 

He immediately removes you from crowded areas if you happen to have a panic attack in a public space. He’ll comfort you in whichever way you need. He has an arsenal of tools that you both brainstormed together to help you recover, and he’ll let you decide if you want to go home or continue in public after you do. 

He goes to your doctor’s appointments with you for moral support. 

In Private:

He will hold you forever if you will it. 

He will also give you plenty of space if you're overstimulated by too much physical contact.

RESPECTS. YOUR. BOUNDARIES. He NEVER pushes you when you're not comfortable with something-- from him touching you, to you not wanting to go somewhere, to you not feeling comfortable speaking to him at a particular moment. He knows you need patience and compassion and he gives you ALL of it.

He gave you his cellphone number, his dad’s number, his landline number, and Larry’s cellphone number so you can reach him no matter what when you need him.

He lets you borrow his shirts so that you have a part of him to comfort you when he can’t be around and he rotates them so they always smell like him. 

He writes you little notes about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is and hides them around your room when he visits for you to find later.

He’ll cater to your every need if you have an especially hard day at work or school. He’ll come over and build you a blanket fort, get you your favorite drink, and play your favorite games with you until you feel better.

When you become upset with yourself for struggling to talk to people and relate to people, he is always there to remind you about all of the amazing things he loves about you. He also lets you know how much he and his friends enjoy hanging out with you, and that they are your friends no matter what other people think about you.

If a friendship of yours falls out, he’s the first to remind you that you tried your best and that all relationships take two to last. There are people who love and care about you just the way you are, like him, Larry, and Ash (and your family, if you have a good relationship with them). Everything will be okay.

Even if it feels like nobody in the world cares about you, he will, no matter what. 

[abysseung]

SENORITA — l. jy.

SYNOPSIS The hotel you work at isn’t the best. You wish to quit, so you won’t have to hear your manager yelling at you all the time. You could easily quit the job. But what’s stopping you from leaving? The bellboy you work with. You swear the day you started working there, you fell in love with that one bellboy. But after one fake date with him, you may want him to call you another name.

PAIRING bellboy!juyeon x fem!server!reader

GENRE fluff, crack, friends to lovers, fake dating au

WARNINGS profanity, gossiping, nicknames (love & senorita), a lot of pda (public display of affection), mentions of a threat

NOTE THIS FANFICTION IS PURE FICTION, ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE. THIS IS A NON-IDOL ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE.

AUTHORS NOTE my first oneshot, im so glad i was able to finish it (considering i NEVER finish my oneshots) happy bday to juyo and i hope you’ll all enjoy this ^^

☆ playlist — «love you so call me senorita»

WORD COUNT 4.4k

You could say you don’t like your job. You enjoy being a waitress, you just wish you didn’t work at a hotel. You would hear your manager yelling at you or your co-workers every day. At this point, you’ve gotten used to her voice. Every time you’d stumble upon her in the hallways, you would swiftly walk the opposite way. You hate your boss to guts—sometimes you wish for her to stumble on a rock or step on one of her son's legos. Either way, you wish her poor luck. You could easily resign from working at the hotel.

You’ve seen multiple of your co-workers leave because of your shitty boss. You’ve tried so hard to send a resignation letter but every time you’d try to fill one out, there’s this burden inside you that makes you not want to quit. You’ve forced yourself to quit but you were never able. You asked yourself why you weren’t able to quit. You soon acknowledged it was because you didn’t want to leave something. You could say you didn’t want to leave someone. Who is this certain individual?

Lee Juyeon.

Juyeon is this bellboy that works with you. You could say you’re friends with him but you only spoke a few times. You had short conversations with him but you weren’t able to have a full one with him. You constantly saw him at the hotel but never anywhere else. You enjoyed being around him so you told yourself to stay at the hotel so that you could see him. Maybe he saw you as a companion, but you saw him as a crush. You never liked someone as much as you adored Juyeon. You weren’t sure how you began to like him. Possibly it was because of the way he spoke to you.

“You don’t need men, just quit already!” Yoon mentioned as you two were wiping the tables. Yoon was the only person you told about your tremendous fixation on Juyeon, yet she has some sort of grudge against him.

“Yeah I don’t need men, I need Juyeon,”

“You don’t need him, there’s plenty of other guys just like him,”

“You don’t understand me,” you stopped wiping the tables to chat with Yoon properly, “Juyeon is… Juyeon.”

“And what’s so unique about him?” She plopped the towel and sat on the table next to you.

“It’s just… There's something about him that causes my heart to flutter. Every moment he smiles at me when we encounter each other in the hallways, it drives me to feel vulnerable,”

“I gagged a bit but cute, I guess,” Yoon admitted. You rolled your eyes and told her to get off the table. You checked the time and it was already time for you to clock out.

“I’m going to go, see you at school Yoon,” you quickly left Yoon to go grab your stuff. You held your bag and departed the hotel. The atmosphere was dim and you could only glance at a few cars parked. You weren’t confident if you could walk home contemplating how dark it was outside.

“It’s pretty dark out, not safe to walk home,” a familiar voice spoke.

“Hey Juyeon,” you turned around to notice Juyeon playing with his car keys.

“Want a ride?” You weren’t sure if you wanted Juyeon to bring you home. He wasn’t a dangerous person, you simply felt awkward around him. But he was right, it was somewhat risky to go walking at night alone. You couldn’t say anything so you nodded.

He ushered you to his car and suggested you sit in the front—since the rear seats were filled with his belongings. When you entered, you weren’t surprised to see everything so neat. You could feel your heart racing so you examined everywhere but him. The first few minutes of the car ride were a bit awkward. You two never spoke a word and you could only hear music coming from the radio. He broke that stillness when he asked you a question that caught you off guard.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he uttered. You were speechless, you couldn’t say anything. Out of the blue? You, his girlfriend? You spoke up and managed to say a few words,

“I’m sorry?” You were perplexed as to why he told you that.

“Oh, I didn’t get to clarify the wedding part,” he cleared up his throat, “I’m attending a marriage in a few days, my mother’s wedding. She anticipates me bringing my girlfriend except... She broke up with me about a month ago. I haven’t informed her about the news and I plan on telling her on the day of her wedding. I solely need you to pretend to be my new girlfriend for the wedding, that’s it.'' He was mum after.

You were trying to process what the hell he was saying. Could you help? Maybe a day with your crush wouldn’t be so bad.

“Alright,” you looked at him and made eye contact only for you to get redden.

“Really?” you nodded.

“Just tell me the details about the wedding,” He smiled at you so sincerely—something you’ve never seen before.

“You didn’t respond to my calls or texts last night,” Yoon grumbled on your locker, “Where did you go last night?”

“Home?” you answered her with disarray. She scoffed at your response and laughed it off.

“Then why did I witness you enter Juyeon’s car?” In all honesty, you wish you could tell Yoon what occurred, but she would think you’re hiding something from her—which you are. You weren’t convinced you could tell the truth or deny it; she was waiting for a response.

“Because he was nice enough to take me home,”

“Yeah, his home.”

“He brought me to my place, he never did anything to me.” Well, he never did anything wrong to you. All he did was ask you to be his girlfriend—that’s not bad, right?

You nervously smiled at her. You weren’t in the mood to tell her the whole fake relationship. You could tell her that you’re dating him but she would start becoming suspicious about it.

She raised an eyebrow and replied with “Okay…” and fled for class.

You sighed in relief, you had to tell Yoon about it. Before leaving for class, you received a text from Juyeon.

Juyeon: wanna go on a date after school?

Juyeon: to get prepared for the wedding next week

Of course, he was going to say that, you understood he saw you as a friend. It wouldn’t be normal for friends to go on a date—you just wish you were more than friends.

Y/N: ofc, you can choose the place

Juyeon: :)

You head straight to class and make an effort to forget about Juyeon.

The day went by so fast, it was already the end of your last class and you were relieved to go home. You went to your locker to grab your stuff and left quickly. As you walked towards the exit of your school, people would gaze at you and then gossip about you. It was normal to be talked about by your peers but the more you walked, the more they kept staring at you. It wasn’t ordinary and you knew something was going on.

“Aren’t you supposed to be going to the parking lot?” Yoon arose to you. You were confused about why you had to go to the parking lot. You don’t drive and your family doesn’t bother to pick you up, so why did you have to go?

“This is my way to go home,” you smiled and ignored her.

“Mr. Bellboy is waiting for you outside!” she shouted. You halted, remembering the date. You had completely forgotten that you had a date with Juyeon.

You ran to the opposite side of the school—where the parking lot was. You were lucky you were pretty fast, you felt bad for nearly ditching Juyeon. If it wasn’t him that asked you out, you would ditch them. You reached the parking lot and saw that same car from yesterday, except Juyeon, was waiting outside of it. His attire was a bit formal and here you were stuck in your school uniform. He grinned and waved at you. You quickly made your way to his car, to avoid the glares from fellow students.

He entered the car with you and noticed how gloomy you looked, “What’s wrong?”

You sighed and shook it off. You didn’t feel like telling him that there were a bunch of students talking shit about you for going on a date with a super hot guy, so you told him it was schoolwork.

Instead of ignoring you and driving off to your destination, he held his arms out—gesturing for a hug. His gesture confused you a little, was he reaching out for something or did he want a hug? You found it sweet how he was kind enough for a hug, knowing that you didn’t want to vent your problem to him. In return, you accepted his hug. It was a soft and sincere one. You could sense other making stares at you but you didn’t mind at all. With Juyeon, it felt different. Although you two weren’t close, you were already comforted. You two were awkward after that hug and Juyeon was quick to apologize for it.

“I know a great place to go, not sure if you’ll like it,” he smiled.

“I’ll like it regardless of the place, as long as I'm with you,” you uttered out of nowhere—not realising what you said. It took you a while to realise which got you flustered.

“Just drive,” you muttered. He eventually loosened himself and drove.

The destination wasn’t too far but you weren’t familiar with the street. He took you to a fancy-looking restaurant, you weren’t sure if it was expensive judging by the outside. He got out of the car and opened your door, only to see him stretching out his hand for yours.

“When we walk in, I want you to always hold my hand,” you clasped his hand and vacated the car. You two entered the restaurant, just as you said about the exterior. The inside was more grandiloquent than the outside. The hostess welcomed the two of you and ushered you to a table. You sat down and remembered that your hands were interlaced with Juyeon’s. You were quick to let go and he apologised. Seriously, when will this man stop apologising? He sat down and faced you.

He spoke up, “I used to go here all the time with my ex, that’s why some of the employees look confused when they saw us enter,” you nodded.

“Do you know why I asked you to go on a date with me?”

“Not at all…” you admitted.

“I want you to learn more about me,” he tilted his head, “Since you are meeting my mother for the first time. My ex has only met her once and she kinda brought her to flames. I’m hoping you’ll have a better attitude with my mother,” you nodded.

You clasped your hands together and stared at Juyeon, “So, how old are you?”

“I’m 17,” he replied. You were surprised by his response, you expected him to be a lot older.

“What high school do you go to?”

“I dropped out. Ever since my mom moved in with her fiance, I had to help my little brother. So I started to work more hours to take care of him.”

You nodded, “How old is your brother?”

“He’s turning 13 in a few weeks.”

“Is working at the hotel your only job?”

“No, I work at an arcade but most of my shifts are at the hotel.”

“How old are you?” he asked.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one who’s asking?”

“If we’re having a fake relationship, I have to get to know you as well,” you sighed.

“I’m 16. I have an older sister and younger brother—which makes me the middle child—and I don’t work at other places other than the hotel. Also, I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Well today is your fortunate day, you get a boyfriend now,” he chuckled.

The date was longer than you expected. You were able to exchange interests and have a few laughs. You didn’t even acknowledge it was already late and that your parents were presumably waiting for you. Luckily, Juyeon was able to give you a ride home. Your place was pretty close to the restaurant and you could already see your dad waiting for you near the window.

“I really enjoyed this date, thank you for today,” you beamed at Juyeon.

“I’m glad we both enjoyed it,” you two were silent after and you didn’t leave yet. The distance between both of your faces was too close. You shut your eyes and he leaned in closer to kiss your cheek. You blinked open, realizing that he didn’t kiss you on the lips.

“Erm. Good night, Juyeon,” you stammered and quickly departed. You sprinted to your house merely to notice the front door open, with your dad standing there. You went inside without greeting him or taking off your shoes. You immediately ran to your room and locked yourself in there. Sitting down next to your door, you hear three knocks.

“You know I don’t care what you do with your life but you never informed me you had a boyfriend,” your dad spoke up.

“It wasn’t necessary to tell you about my relationship,” you proclaimed.

“What if I don’t like how he’s behaving toward you?”

“He treats me well, now good night,” you got up and laid down.

That night, you couldn’t nap—all you were thinking about was Juyeon. What you didn’t know was that Juyeon too was pondering about you.

You woke up to a sound. Not your alarm ringing but a thud. Usually, you would never hear your surroundings, but this sudden noise woke you up. You got up and scanned around your room. Nothing suspicious. Normally you’d get up after you arise. You felt quite exhausted from yesterday. But it’s no problem, you could sleep easily; after all, it is Saturday. But you felt bothered, not sure why. There was no danger to sense, it was just a bother.

You went back to bed and try to ignore whatever was bothering you. Seconds later after you closed your eyes, you could smell something. Not the breakfast your siblings were making, but the scent of a particular perfume. Tropical-scented perfume. The smell of tropical fruits woke you up; it wasn’t just the smell, but moreover the person who was wearing it.

“If you’re going to hide in my room, don’t wear the perfume I gifted you,” you declared. A few seconds later, a familiar friend appeared in front of you.

“Are you aware of the time right now?” Yoon asked.

“No,” you rubbed your eyes and got up, “Why would I care?”

“We have a shift today, at eight,” she looked at the clock and back to you, “right now, it’s half an hour before eight.” Yoon pulled you and took you to the bathroom.

“Your future boyfriend is waiting for us,” she yelled as she closed the door and left.

“What boyfriend are you talking about?!” you scoffed.

It took you a while to get ready but luckily you managed to arrive at the hotel before nine. Yoon wasn’t kidding when she said Juyeon was waiting for you. He wasn’t at his usual spot, rather much, sitting alone at the restaurant you're working at. He caught sight of you and waved at you.

“Go to him!” Yoon pushed you towards Juyeon. You walked to his table and sat down. Gazing at him, who was smiling so innocently.

“We’re quite fortunate aren't we?” he whispered and tilted his head. The only luck you can contemplate is the fact that you can date the one guy you desire.

“How come?” you questioned. He slid a white card to you. It was the wedding invitation. You picked it up and slowly opened it.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019. 8 PM.

“What’s so lucky about a wedding on a school night?”

“Look at the location,” you looked down at the card and saw where the marriage was held. It was none other than the hotel you and Juyeon were working at. You’ve seen many weddings at the hotel and to be truthful, you weren’t so pleased about it. Considering you were a waitress for the hotel’s restaurant, you had to work for countless hours. What’s even worse about this wedding is that you were indirectly invited. You prayed not to have a shift on this specific date.

“Don’t worry, I requested for us not to have a shift on that day. Surprisingly, we never had a shift on the day of the wedding.” You sighed in relief. You stood up from your chair and suggested he start working.

This weekend working at the hotel felt awfully different. Not because your manager is unexpectedly quiet but the way Juyeon had been treating you. He would constantly make conversations with you whenever you two would encounter each other. Occasionally on his break, he’d go to the restaurant for a quick snack when in reality, he wants to see you.

Recall when he said to always hold his hand when you two went to that restaurant. Undoubtedly, he would sneakily clasp your hand when you would get interested in your discussions. Even after your shift was over, he’d take you to the most spontaneous places.

Once he called you ‘love’ on accident and got you flustered; so he kept calling you that. You found it cute how he was acting like an actual boyfriend. You weren’t the only person that noticed how different he was behaving. Yoon too noticed it.

“Isn’t it odd how Juyeon is such a flirt for you?” Yoon questioned.

“I’ve noticed it as well,” you tried to ignore Yoon as you two were walking down the hallways.

“Why are you playing along? He could be doing some devious trick on you,”

“Well…Maybe we’re just on good terms, that’s all,” maintaining to disregard her on your way to class.

“Good terms?” she questioned. She was silent for a while when you both entered the classroom. Sitting at your usual spots, Yoon was guessing what you meant by ‘good terms’. Then it suddenly hit her.

“You’re dating Juyeon?!” she yelled out, having some classmates turn their heads to peek at the two of you.

Before you could answer, you were saved by the bell—hoping Yoon would forget about your discussion.

As you two were doing work, Yoon would occasionally interrogate you. She’d ask questions such as “Are you really dating him?” or “How come you never told me?” From time to time, you’d ignore her and tell her to concentrate on the work. But even after class, she’d never stop bothering you. During lunch, she’d mention your relationship to your other friends—which makes it ominous because they’d question you as well. When school ended, she expected you to go home alone but you headed toward the parking lot. She followed you and assumed Juyeon would be waiting for you. But she was wrong, he wasn’t there at all.

“Where’s Juyeon?” she asked.

“Why are you so curious about him? Didn’t you despise him a week ago?” on your way to leave school while Yoon follows you.

“Why are you close with him then?”

“As I said, we’re on good terms, that’s all.”

“What do good terms even mean?”

“Haven’t I already said enough,” You didn’t want to tell Yoon that she was right about your relationship but you also didn’t want to say that it was all a hoax. She wasn’t sure why you kept scrolling downtown. It wasn’t near the hotel or your home.

“Where are you going?” Yoon interrogated.

“A restaurant,” saying that right on time when you appeared in front of it, “this one.” It was the same restaurant you went to on your date with Juyeon. You remember Juyeon asked you to meet him at the same restaurant after school.

Yoon’s eyes went wide, “You can afford to eat here?”

“Who said I was paying?” you scoffed. You two entered the building and recognized that same hostess at the front. The place was full but luckily Juyeon made a reservation for you.

“Ah I’m sorry but we are very packed,” the hostess apologised.

“Oh, don’t worry, I have a reservation,” you reassured the hostess.

“Name?” You looked back to Yoon then glanced at the hostess, “Lee Juyeon.”

The hostess smiled and led you to where Juyeon was sitting. It was the same table where you and Juyeon had your first date. His head facing down, Juyeon didn’t notice you until you sat down. He looked up and saw Yoon standing next to you.

“Look who tagged along,” he chuckled.

“She followed m–,”

“What funny business do you have with my friend?” Interrupted by Yoon.

“It's evident, she’s my girlfriend,” Yoon was bewildered by his response. She wasn’t confident about how she felt about it. Last week she saw you pondering—wishing you were dating him—and now you’re here, holding his hand.

“I-I see…”, she stuttered, “Enjoy your date, have fun Y/N!” She quickly left the restaurant, trying to ignore the idea of you and Juyeon together. You two laughed it off and started conversations about yourselves.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019. 6 PM.

You stood in your room thinking about what to wear. Two hours before the wedding and you still weren’t prepared. Yoon was rummaging through your closet to find proper clothing but she was competent to find a few. She revealed a brown silk dress with short sleeves and a lavender long-sleeved dress.

“Does the wedding have a theme?” Yoon asked.

“Something about blue,”

“Do you detest blue? ‘Cause, I don’t notice any formal attire with any blue,” You grumbled, trying to think whether you should go out to buy a dress according to the theme or loot one from your mom’s closet.

“Wait! I see something blue!” Yoon pulled out a navy blue dress, “Found it deep down in your closet.”

“Oh, that gown. My mother gifted it to me. She said to wear it on a romantic night with your first love because she wore it when she had her first kiss with my dad.”

“That’s so cute. You should wear it!”

“I can’t, the wedding is about Juyeon’s mom and not me.”

“Your point is?”

“It’s not an idealistic night for me,”

“It is. Weddings revolve around love and considering you’re going with Juyeon—with him being your first love—it’s a romantic night.”

You were reluctant to wear the dress. It had a profound meaning yet it looked so simple. Yoon was right, it is a romantic night. You had less than two hours to arrive at the wedding and there wasn’t time to purchase or steal.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019. 7 PM.

You appeared at the hotel—wearing the dress Yoon suggested you wear—with Juyeon by your side, who was wearing a navy blue tuxedo as well. There were a ton of visitors and it felt uncommon to be attending it—especially at the place you work at. A fellow co-worker greeted you two and directed you to a table. It was a bit near the front but quite distant from other tables. As you two sat down, there were a few families of Juyeon greeting the both of you. You felt a bit ashamed to be called ‘Juyeon’s second girlfriend’ but you didn’t seem to care at all; after all, you two weren’t a real couple. You were able to meet a lot of his relatives—young and old ones. Juyeon introduced you to his little brother, Wonjun, who you found adorable.

Minutes after waiting for the wedding to start, you recognized a familiar face. The person caught you staring at them and went up to you.

“Y/N my little Senorita! It’s so nice to see you,” Your aunt greeted you, “And who is this handsome man you brought today?”

“Actually auntie Jihyo, this is the bride’s son and my boyfriend, Juyeon,” You introduced her to Juyeon, “He invited me. What brings you here?”

“I’m the bride’s co-worker. She’s told me about him so it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she shook his hand and whispered to him, “If you break my Senorita’s heart, count your days,” your aunt let out. She hugged you and left.

Juyeon chuckled, “That’s a cute nickname, Senorita. Where’d she get it from?”

“It was the name of my favourite song,” you giggled awkwardly.

The officiating minister appeared and it was time for the wedding.

As the wedding finished, you were able to meet Juyeon’s mother.

“Juyeon, it’s nice to see you. I’m so glad you attended,” his mother hugged him and turned to you, “Hello Yuna, it’s nice to see you again,” she stopped smiling at the sight of you.

“Mother this isn’t Yuna, this is Y/N. Yuna ended our relationship,”

His mom nodded, “It’s lovely to meet you Y/N, welcome to the family!”

You got along with Juyeon’s mother easily. Every time you speak, you always manage to make her smile and laugh. She told you a lot about Juyeon and quite exaggerated information.

“Juyeon had such a cute butt when he was a baby,” you two giggled while Juyeon groaned at the fact that his mom was informing you of embarrassing knowledge about him.

You eventually got her number to call her if Juyeon ever misbehaves. She left to interact with the other guests.

Hours after the wedding ended and you found Juyeon holding you, swaying to the melody. Your heart was beating fast, you were this close to Juyeon. In addition, your favourite song began playing and he brought you closer to him—still holding your waist.

He whispered, “I think I’m in love with you,”

“Pardon?” startled by his statement and confused if he meant it.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N,” he spoke up. You were silent and he was worried that he was getting rejected.

You spoke up, “I love you too, Lee Juyeon,” bringing his face closer to yours. You kissed him. He felt like a dream, a dream in which you never wanted to wake up.

“So, when’s our next wedding, Senorita?”

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[musewritingsforyou]

A Normal? Day

Summary: A normal day in the life of Beacon Hills Favorite Couple

Warnings: unbearable Fluff, plot points that wont make sense just yet

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I realized I dont have any of my Stiles work updated yet! This is just a short little oneshot to show people what my stiles writing will kind of be like. I wrote it to be included in a season rewrite that I am doing but It didnt fit great so now im just giving it to you for fun!

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*somethings that wont make sense to you will be explained if you go read my series rewrite in the next few weeks!*

A normal day in a supernatural world. 

Step one, wake up. 

Waking up is a long process for me. My lovely hyperactive boyfriend did what he always does for me each morning, wake up about thirty minutes before me, sit there as still as he can (which is not very still) to let me sleep in, give up after ten minutes and then get out of bed. Stiles woke up at six this morning, playing with my hair as I slept before he finally got out of bed. Like every morning since we started doing this, he placed his pillow and a spare flannel in my arms so I wouldn't  ‘get cold and lonely’, and then went to get himself ready for school. This was a relatively short process, throw on some pants, decide between a sweatshirt or a flannel, find the backpack and then he's pretty much done. For me on the other hand, it's a little different.

“y/n/n, I gave you five extra minutes. You gotta get up.” I groaned and moved the pillow that was in my arms to cover my face. To my disappointment Stiles took it off and started peppering me with kisses until I opened my eyes with a scowl on my face.

“I love you but I really hate you.” He gave me a classic Stiles grin as he moved backwards off of the bed. 

“I know, you make sure to tell me that every time I wake you up.” 

After walking out the door, and then back to it within seconds to make sure I was actually getting up, Stiles went downstairs to make some coffee and left me to get ready. I was running late, per usual, but by the time I made it to the car all of my things were there waiting for me, along with Stiles who held out a travel cup of coffee just the way I like it and forcibly handed me a banana.

“Eat.” I shook my head and motioned for him to drive. 

“Too early, If I eat right now I'll actually puke all over your car.” He started the car and drove with one hand as he kept the banana extended. 

“Babe, we do this every morning and every morning I remind you that-” I snatched the fruit from his hand as I finished his sentence. 

“Breakfast is important and if you don't eat it in three hours you're going to come to me during class with a panicked look on your face telling me you think you're about to pass out. I know, I remember.” 

I sound sarcastic like this every morning, but even through the snide remarks and the occasional unnecessary and undeserved insult, Stiles still looks at me like I'm the answer to the universe.

Step two, school. For this one I recommend that you don’t do what I manage to do every year, fill your schedule with all honors and AP classes, zero breaks or study halls, and more than three extra-curriculars.

I won't bore you with the rather slow details of a highschool senior. I will however give you this, classes are hard, I don't think I will ever be able to use a red pen in my entire life, and with each passing day somehow I find a way to be even more stressed than the day before. 

The day ended with me sitting on a bench with Lydia and Malia, watching our boys play lacrosse from across the field and inevitably laughing our asses off whenever either of them would look over to make a face at us and get tackled or hit with something from the field. Ah the simple pleasures, you know? As we both waited for Stiles and Scott, Lydia and I spread our various school textbooks out on the bench in front of us, in all about sixteen heavy books set open as we studied. When Coach finally blew his whistle with one ear shattering blow after another the boys ran to us, practically dripping in sweat. Stiles bound up the bleachers, skipping some of the steps and leaned down in front of me, waiting for a kiss. I didn't look up from my textbook, and neither did Lydia as she responded to the boys while hovering over her calculus homework.

“Nice try boys, but before you even think about going anywhere but a dog kennel, you need to take showers.” There were a few mumbled protests but again without looking up she shooed them with her hands. 

“Come on, off you go.” I giggled a little as they marched away in defeat, their cleats making a crunching sound when they reached the grass. 

Step three, finally to get home, only to have to go to a pack meeting. 

Like every other Friday the pack all met in Scotts living room, this time all agreeing to stay away from anything breakable. I promised Melissa I wouldn't let them destroy the house while she was out, and I keep my promises. At the moment there were no big problems. Though I still wince a little when I say it, it seems like everything in Beacon Hills is… normal. As weird as that sounds. But we still meet once a week, every week it becomes more of a group study/hangout than a real meeting, but spending time with our friends was more valuable than any solution we had come up with before. The only issue to discuss at this meeting was me. I wouldn't call it an issue exactly, but after finding out about my… species? People? Clan? I don't know what to call it, but after finding out about what I am, we still have almost no information about what that really means, for me or for them. 

“Liam, as much as I appreciate the input, I don’t think being a truth seeker literally means that I can cheat on multiple choice tests. Even if it did, morally I will tell you again, cheating is a bad thing, and also none of my classes use multiple choice.” 

They all tried their best to put Stiles and I at ease, telling us that in time we would figure it all out. But that was the thing, we didn't have time. We’re seniors just a few months from leaving this town for college, and once I leave I don't see myself flying across the country once a week just so that I can make sure I know the “truth” of Beacon Hills. The sun finally set and Stiles and I said our goodbyes, walking hand in hand out the jeep before heading to his house for the night. 

Step four, stay up until three in the morning looking for answers about what supernatural powers you have. yeah , I know, that one's a kicker. 

As soon as Stiles and I stepped foot in the door of his room we threw off our bags and changed into sweatpants. I took the flannel he gave to me this morning and placed it over my tank top as we stood in front of his clear board as if waiting for an idea to come to us by itself. The board was still blank, nothing there but a picture of me and Stiles together at the lookout in the woods. A little reminder that no matter what crazy ideas are thrown onto this board, we always have each other. We settled into our usual spots, Stiles standing and pacing in the middle of the room while I spread books and papers out over his bed, laying on my stomach and staring into the pages. 

Finally, Step five, wait for the full frustration to kick in, and then once it's there, find a cute boy to calm you down.

I was laying flat on my stomach with four books in front of me, two from school, two from Lydia on the supernatural. I was hoping that in between my AP calculus homework and my college physics textbook I could figure out something new about my identity. News flash, it wasn't working. I groaned at the words in front of me, frustrated that for some reason the letters were swimming in and out. I took the books (all four of them) and slammed them shut before throwing them aggressively onto the ground in front of Stile’s bed and then taking the papers and just tossing them onto the air without any thought of aim or purpose. Stiles stopped pacing and stood still in front of his board, which now had a few red squiggles here and there along with the photo and a horrible attempt at drawing a wolf. He turned slowly to me with a marker in his hands.

“You good?”

“Not really.” He nodded and walked over, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and putting the marker down. While I was still lying on my stomach he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

“baby, do you know what time it is right now?” I placed my head in my hands and responded. 

“No. Do I want to?” 

“No, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's three in the morning.” I said nothing and just signed into my hands. Stiles ignored my angry sighs and continued. 

“Babe do you know what that means?” I shook my head. 

“Well first of all it means that you are probably exhausted, which is why you're getting so frustrated with yourself, but more importantly it means that we have two hours before that night time diner downtown closes.” I looked up fast. 

“Are you talking about the one with the pie, and the fries and the shakes.” He looked at me very seriously and nodded. Without another word I popped up on the bed and threw on a pair of crocs.

 “Stiles, no matter what I say in the mornings when you wake me up, I love you so much I think you might even be higher on my list than eating pie at three in the morning.” He gave me a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek. 

“Say no more, love.”

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Do you think that there is a possibility that Pepe might be considering quitting racing altogether?

I say this because I recently saw an excerpt of an interview, where Pepe mentioned that he nearly quit racing in 2020, after a bad year, until his parents encouraged him to keep going.

He's had a terrible year this year and this last weekend with the crash left him visibly shook in a way I haven't seen him before.

Plus, he has joined university and I'm not sure what the point of that is, if he's really serious about his racing career. Other drivers like Ollie Bearman quit school early and have said that you need to give racing your 110%, which you can't do, if you are trying to do school and racing at the same time.

Finishing school is one thing but I was very surprised when I heard that Pepe was pursuing university as well. It might be a controversial opinion, but I don't think that's the right move for him, when he's already struggling in F2 this year. He needs to focus and give more time to racing next year, but instead, he is putting more on his plate and risking not maximising his chances and giving racing his best shot next year too.

He's so young, he can always pursue university later if he needs to, instead of doing it now, when it's going to potentially affect his chances of succeeding in motorsports, where there is such a narrow window of opportunity, which he only has now and which won't be available in the future.

oh my god the way i completely forgot about that interview until you brought it up

ABOUT THE UNI THING THOUGH OMG i asked my friend the EXACT same thing and she told me she doesn’t think he plans on quitting racing just from “vibes” so i was like yeah okay whatever but honestly i get what you mean too because in my mind, uni is such a time consuming and overwhelming commitment the way racing is and he will (ultimately) have to choose what he wishes to prioritise more in his life

i know lorenzo fluxa once mentioned that he was starting uni soon in a prema vid (but i think that vid was posted like a year ago), and now he’s currently racing in elms (i think?? ill have to check) and idk if he’s still pursuing his education but he is basically doing what pepe is doing yk? and if he is still in uni rn, i feel like that just shows that studying while racing is still very possible (although i do think its very tiring and honestly, not very smart because you won’t be able to fully commit to either)

but i also believe that pepe’s family really does prioritise having a good educational background, because there was also an article talking about how his mum was very proud of the fact that her son was one of the few drivers in f3 who actually completed his compulsory education. plus pepe has mentioned multiple times that his mum/parents wanted him and his sisters to speak really good english and therefore put them in educational institutions/with educators that could teach them to be perfect english speakers so it would maybe make sense that a uni degree was always a part of what was planned for him in his life

and idk if this is weird but his family basically founded (i think??) movento, and its a really big company in spain LOL (ofc i mean racing is expensive and they have to fund him somehow) and i think there are quite a few family members who are a part of the company and in the more higher ranking positions in the company, so then i looked at their linked in (not stalked!! because it’s public info anyway) and they all come from pretty good edcational backgrounds so having a good education was probably (again) what was always expected of pepe

i think itll be unfortunate if he ends up quitting though because if we sit down and properly think for a sec, there’s already been millions lost to funding his career so far, and i know racing already caused him to not do as well in high school, and that he himself thought it was so amazing that he ended up passing his IBs so BASICALLY what im trying to say is that chances are, he might not be in a very good uni because of entry requirements and etc. (unless he paid for a spot somewhere? maybe?) and his degree will still be a degree, but it’s not the same as a degree from a better educational institution and that if he does quit racing, it’s probably just a degree that will help him either work in his family company in the future, or go back into racing in a different position like an engineer or something idk (i mean he’s mentioned the engineer part before so it wouldn’t be completely shocking yk)

atill idk aaaa there’s sm more i wanted to say but i’m typing this as i rush to get ready for a formal dinner so i’m def missing out on stuff and making mistakes in my speech but omg thank u for bringing this up i hope youre having a lovely day/night rn