#it was romantic as FUCK and we were NONSTOP making out and i feel like y'all would eat the fuck up an ellie x reader art museum date fs

[elliesbelle]

not to be tmi but when my ex comes to visit me for an entire week in just a couple of months, y'all will likely get so much ellie x reader content after that cause the similarities between my ex and ellie and the crazy amounts of disgustingly nasty lesbian sex we're gonna be having? the writing inspiration will just be flowing nonstop

[lovecla]

TEACH ME (HOW TO MAKE HIM COME) | jack hughes.

nhl masterlist, nsfw, @lovecla’s kinktober collection, chapter four:

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➴ chapter warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, softdom jack, p in v, no protection (don’t do this kids!), praise kink and degradation if you squint, dirty talk, wet n messy!, subspace kinda, dacryphilia.

➴ word count: 3.4k

💌 from me to you: can we talk about how they completely forgot about the whole teaching thing and just straight up fucked each other? wild! also, will sarah and jackie wake up with trevor almost yanking jack’s door like morgan from criminal minds? maybe. have a nice reading loves!

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IF YOU had to describe what you were feeling, you’d have to say you are…

Well. Horny.

Being late to everything in your romantic life, you had never felt aroused towards a man before. Of course, you have had crushes on boys and you’d love if things went further than that, but besides Zack, you had never really intended on having sex with any of them.

Even with that guy back in high school, you only did it because you felt pressured to. You didn’t really like him, and you can only guess that he didn’t really like you either.

Until Jack.

You were sitting on the bench near the lake at your brother’s house, the bonfire near you is almost completely extinguished and you’re staring at the dark, lowkey scary lake in front of you.

It was late at night, everyone Trev had invited to his little lake party had already left, Jack included.

“Hey,” Jack’s honeyed voice reaches your ear, as you finish putting on your sweater. Everyone was inside already, and you could hear Trevor’s nonstop talk. “What’s up with the pouty lips, pretty?”

“I’m not pouting…”

He leans closer, chuckling. “Yes, you are, baby. What’s going on?”

“I just…” you sigh, hoping the darkness around you both hides the blush in your cheeks. “Can’t we move on to the next lesson?” Whispering, you look down to your feet.

Jack’s laugh makes you frown even more.

“It’s not funny, Jack.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he whispers. “It’s hard, baby. Trevor’s already complaining about you sneaking out at night and only coming back in the morning.”

“He would never connect the dots, Jack.”

“Baby—”

“Besides that, I’m twenty!” You raise your voice, only to lower it again. “I’m twenty, Jack. If I want you to f-fuck me, it’s my business.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

Jack had a playful, yet amused smile on his face, and you wanted to kiss him really badly.

“I mean, y-yes?”

He leans closer, briefly pecking your lips before stepping back. “Believe me, I want that too, baby. But we can’t right now, so be patient okay? I don’t want Z to give you too much trouble,” he sighs, putting his hands inside his front pocket. “Get inside soon, alright? Don’t want you to get cold. Text me if you need anything, pretty.”

You nod, watching as he smiles at you before leaving.

And you’re still outside, an hour later, with your mind working nonstop. The thought of laying underneath Jack, with his dick inside of you, in and out, while you’re nothing but a whimpering mess under him made you so fucking horny it isn’t one bit funny.

Before, when your friends or even Kiara would talk about wanting to fuck someone, you thought they were just exaggerating to make you want to do the same, and after your first time going awfully terrible, you started to believe that, but now, as you get up and head inside to pack your things, you realise they weren’t kidding.

“Where are you going?” Trevor asks, sounding tipsy as fuck. “Saraah.”

“I’m— I’m going to a guy’s house,” you blurt out, zipping up your bag. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

“What?” He gets up, suddenly looking a whole lot sober, walking in your direction. “What do you mean? No!”

“What do you mean ‘no’?” You scoff, suddenly brave. “I’m twenty and last time I checked, I’m free to do whatever I want. And if what I want is to go to a guy’s house,” And fuck him until I can no longer speak. “Then I’ll do it. Good night.”

“What— Sarah!”

Trevor keeps shouting your name, but at this point, you’ve had enough of his protective bullshit. He’s been fucking girls since he was seventeen years old, so what’s the big deal anyway?

You call for an Uber and put on Jack’s address.

It was now or never.

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“I’M PLEASED yet scared to ask what you’re doing here, or how you even got here in the first place,” Jack laughs as he lets you inside his house. You look around, seeing the TV on with some random hockey game playing, and a bag of chips opened on the coffee table. “Does Z know?”

“No, but this time he’ll probably figure it out by himself.” You roll your eyes.

“Do I have to worry about him showing up at my door tomorrow?” He raised his eyebrows and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Maybe,” you shrug. “I don’t care.”

Jack stays quiet for a while, walking towards you with a mischievous expression on his face.

“Are you this desperate, baby?” He whispers. “Are you so needy for something inside that greedy, little pussy of yours that you’ll run from your brother at midnight just to have my dick inside you?”

“Jack,” is all you manage to say, dropping your things on the floor and ending the distance between your bodies.

“Answer me, baby.”

“You already know the answer to that,” you close your eyes, holding the hem of your sweatshirt tightly. “Stop being mean.”

“I’m not being mean, baby. I just want to hear you say,” he grins. “Tell me, baby.”

“I’m— I am desperate. I want you so bad I think—” you breathe, opening your eyes to stare at his. “I think I’m going insane.”

“Are you?” He tilts his head. “How so, pretty?”

“I think about you all the time,” you start, pushing your embarrassment aside. “I wake up w-wet, after dreaming about you all night. Everyday before I get up I have to t-touch myself, pretending it’s your hand instead of mine down there.”

Jack leans closer and kisses your neck, inhaling your perfume right after, before squeezing your waist, hard. “Is that so, baby?”

“Mhm.”

“Then you’re not the only one going insane,” he mumbles against your lips. “Because I think about you all the fucking time too. I’ve always cared for you, and you know this, baby, but you grew up and suddenly you’re not Z’s little sister anymore, you’re a fucking woman. And I want you so fucking bad, Sarah.”

You can feel his dick hardening beneath his pants and you try to get closer, even if it’s physically impossible.

“You drive me fucking crazy when you wear those little things that you call skirts, or when you wear those bikinis so fucking tight your tits look edible,” he chuckles. “When you asked me to teach you how to fuck? Sarah, you gave me everything I’ve ever wanted on a silver platter. All I could think about was fucking you.”

“Then do it,” you whisper. “Fuck me, Jack.”

“Sarah—”

“Don’t think about anything else,” you continue, running your fingers through his chest. “Just fuck me, please.”

“Fine,” he smirks. “I’ll give you what you want.”

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JACK IS absolutely gorgeous and you’re just one single step away from losing your mind. You had imagined Jack fully naked before, and even seen his dick and all of that, but once again, the entire thing did nothing to the real thing;

Jack has a tanned, toned body, abs that you wanted to wrap your hands around and squeeze— his thighs were toned and probably illegal in, like, forty-six countries at least. His dick was flushed and red, rock hard too, and his lips were slightly parted as he stood naked in the middle of the room.

“You’re such a pretty thing, aren’t you?” He smiles at you, who’s also naked, dangerous and so, so lustful.

You smile and look at him with begging, doe eyes, before mumbling a small thank you— you remembered right before your first “lesson” started, Jack said that consent is sexy, and so is being talkative inside the bedroom. No humming, no nodding; just using your words and, if things got too much, saying “stop” would work just fine.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do tonight, sweetheart,” Jack started, shamelessly jerking off his dick in front of you. “You’re gonna come three times. Once on my tongue, once in my fingers and, finally, once on my cock. Are we clear?”

You whimpered, before whispering a faint “Yes.”

“Very well, baby,” his cocky accent crawled out of his mouth, accentuating the last word. “On the bed, hands and knees," Jack instructed, his voice dripping with dominance.

You scrambled onto the bed, positioning yourself on all fours, your heart pounding with anticipation. You felt vulnerable yet incredibly aroused, your pussy probably leaking against the sheets.

Even with the dim lighting, Jack could probably see how red— everywhere really; your ears, your cheeks, your nose, your knees— and how needy you are. Your pussy was practically dripping, drenched. Jack looked like he wished he could eat you out until you turned into sand in his hands.

And to him, you’re a fucking vision. Face sweaty and anxious, and he could probably tell how much you wanted to move or just do anything, but you were being good and letting Jack dictate what was best for you and oh.

Jack stepped closer to your pliant body on the gigantic bed and caressed it, his fingers tracing a path on your skin; while all you could do was just squirm in place.

“You’re just like a doll,” Jack said, softly but loud enough to make you fucking moan. “So pliant and needy. So easy to play with, even easier to break.”

“Jack.” You whispered, lips wet and shiny.

“You like that, don’t you? Knowing that I can do whatever I want with you, with your body— I’ll mark you up, and then everyone will know how good you are for me and what you let me do with you.”

You shivered under Jack’s touch. He decided to be kind and move his fingers a little bit further down, until he was touching your clenching hole. He heard you hold your breath and he chuckled, finding it cute.

He leaned down on the bed, placing his knees on the floor, and kissing your thighs gently— he slowly made his way to your dripping pussy, his tongue licking all the way from your folds to your hole, making you moan loudly. It had been brief, just a light touch, but your knees got weak just the same.

“Hold yourself tight, baby.” Jack ordered, before diving completely into your hole.

And he ate well. He ate you out like a starved man who hadn’t eat in days as he licked and fucked you with his tongue, leaving you trashing under him— you weren’t even in all fours anymore, your knees had given up a minute or two after Jack inserted his tongue inside you. He was sloppy and messy, his spit practically dripping out his mouth.

“Jack, mhhmm, J-Jack, please.” You whispered, and it’d only encourage him to sink further, deeper inside you.

His hands were holding you roughly, and you knew it would look fucking amazing to see his handprints on your ass later. Oh, you’d ascend.

“‘m gonna… Jack, please, can I—”

“Come for me, pretty,” He said, getting his tongue out of you for just a moment, before diving completely again. You were trashing and whimpering, your eyes were in the back of your head, your mouth was open and there was so much wetness in your lips and. “Come for me like the good girl you are, baby. Come on, make me proud.”

“‘M gonna make you proud, I’m—” You were just a step away from actually yelling, with how loud you were sounding. But then. “Jack, oh.”

Jack stepped away, looking at the mess he’d made: you were flushed, sweaty, your hands holding the sheets for dear life, your hair stuck to your forehead. Your lips were red and wet, saliva running down your chin and your eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed. Your pussy throbbed between the sheets and your thighs were covered with your cum.

“Baby,” Jack breathed. “You did so well, sweetheart. Look at you, coming like a good girl. Aren’t you my good girl?”

“Y-yes, Jack, yes.” You stated, a small smile on your face, eyes still closed.

“How are you, pretty?”

“Fine. So fucking fine.”

“Good.”

He didn’t give time for you to recover, not really, manhandling you further up the bed. You whimpered but complied, too tired to do anything else; besides, you would do whatever Jack asked you to— too cock drunk to think of anything else. You simply wanted Jack to be satisfied, proud.

Without another word, Jack got up and captured your lips in a slow, ardent kiss. Your mouths moved together gently at first, then more urgently as he deepened the kiss. You melted into the touch, your hands coming up to grip Jack’s shoulders. You moaned softly as you tasted yourself on Jack’s tongue.

He pulled away momentarily, a thread of saliva connecting your lips. "Keep making those sounds and I swear to God, Sarah, you’re not leaving this bedroom today," he breathed, before claiming your mouth once more, kissing you hard, his hand tightening on your waist.

You whimpered into the kiss, your body thrumming with desire. You wanted more, needed more. Breaking the kiss, Jack trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth. You tilted your head back, giving Jack better access, your hands moving up to thread through his silky hair.

Sucking and biting his way down your neck, Jack left a trail of wet, purpled marks, marking you as his. You squirmed under the sensation, a keening whine escaping your throat. "Jack... please," you begged, not sure exactly what you were asking for, but knowing you needed something.

Jack stepped away for a moment, touching your pussy with cold, firm fingers, spreading your slick all over it.

"Shh, I've got you," Jack murmured, continuing his onslaught on your skin.

Jack said nothing as he inserted one finger inside your hotness, a fuck leaving his lips because, fuck, you were tight. He rubbed your clit, side to side, until it mixed with the remains of his saliva, getting it all wet and messy. He inserts another one, making you clench around his index and middle finger.

“You need to relax for me, baby,” Jack whispered, voice gentle once again.

“I’m, I’m— ah,” You moan, voice raspy and soft.

“Come on, pretty.”

You try your hardest— and you hope Jack can tell— and relax, making it easier for both of you. Jack fucks his two fingers inside you, curling them and searching for the thing that’ll have you whimpering under him like a slut.

He finds it after a second or two, making your body move up and up, trying to get away from Jack’s touch and he understands— you had told him it’d been a while (years) since you had sex for the last time and you had just came pretty hard so it was pretty easy for you to get overwhelmed.

Jack wouldn’t have any of it though. “Take it, pretty. If you fucking move again you’re going to take care of yourself alone because I won’t tolerate any fucking brats,” he breathed, watching as you gripped the sheets harder and— tears coming out of your eyes.

“No, no, Jack, please—” you begged and moaned at the same time because, fuck. Jack had just inserted his third finger in you and fuckfuckfuck. “‘m good. I promise. I-I’m good, y-you said it, I’m good, I’ll come, just— Christ, I’m gonna.”

It’s too early for you to be orgasming again, you’re both are aware of it, but; you’re coming and shouting and trashing, your cum coming out of you like you’re fucking squirting. Jack takes his fingers out of you, wiping them in the dark sheets, just to take a good look at you.

“Baby,” Jack whispered, knowing that you were probably deep inside subspace and everything could be too much. “Can you give me one more? Mhm?”

“I-I can’t.”

“How are you feeling, doll?”

“Good,” you whispered, like you were telling Jack a secret.

“Then you can, and you will,” you could hear the smile in his voice, even though you couldn’t see; you had his eyes closed once again. He manhandled you again, arranging you on the bed so your head was laying against the fluffy pillows and your back was on the bed. “You’ll give me one more, baby, and then you can rest. How does that sound, hmm?”

You nodded and just when Jack was about to remind you about your little rule, you opened your eyes and stared so deeply into Jack’s that he forgot about everything for a second. Jack knew he should always get a verbal answer and that he was probably being irresponsible but you seemed to be speaking with him with just a stare and Jack was weak, so, so weak that he just mirrored your action and nodded too.

He lined the tip of his cock with your hole, pushing forward and moaning because even with preparation you were still tight and squeezing his dick and fuck. He sank deeper and deeper until his crotch touched your bottom making you both moan at the same time. Tears were falling from your eyes and your lips were opened, sinful sounds making their way out.

“Fuck,” Jack moaned, resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re taking me so well, princess. You were made for me, weren’t you?”

“Ngh—” your eyes were full of tears and you felt his dick twitch inside you. God, he needed to fuck the shit out of you before you exploded.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, baby, okay?” He warned, even though you were like a putty in his arms and he knew it was going to be hard for you to be verbal at that moment; you would need to discuss ways of communicating when you couldn’t properly speak but for now, you’d just try your hardest and hope for the best.

If there is a next time… right?

He put his arms behind yours, locking you up and he then really fucked you. His pace was fast and his thrusts were strong and accurate, hitting your sweet spot every time. You had tears all over your face, saliva all over your mouth and chin, looking like the cheapest fucking whore Jack could ever find. Whining to the point of making Jack’s own head dizzy.

“Ah, ngh, mmgh,” was all you would say, hands almost yanking all of Jack’s hair but he didn’t mind, no, of course not— not when you sounded like a bitch in heat, moans so sweet and delicious that felt like the syrup he liked to add to his breakfast pancakes sometimes. “T-too much, too— mmhmm.”

“Take it, sweetheart,” Jack was thrusting you like your lives depended on it. “Take it like the perfect fucking doll you are, baby, come on, pretty.”

You actually screamed when you came for the third time, almost no cum coming out at all, but your clit felt more sensitive than ever, it was too much and Jack was still hitting your spot like a maniac and Christ—

“You came all over yourself, yeah? Good—” a thrust. “Fucking—” another. “Girl—” another.

Jack kept chasing after his own release and when he felt like he couldn’t hold it anymore, he left your inside just to cum on your tummy. You were fully crying now, sobbing quietly.

Jack looked at you, fondly, feeling his heart beating faster than it ever did. He knew you needed him but he couldn’t leave you dirty, so he lifted himself briefly, just enough to reach his shirt on the nightstand, which he used to wipe the cum, sweat and saliva on your— now— fucked body.

“Shh, baby, I’m here,” Jack whispered, not wanting to overwhelm you even more. He laid down beside you, wrapping your body gently in his arms and laying your head on his chest, covering you both completely with the duvet— that thankfully hadn’t gotten dirty nor wet. “I got you, sweetheart.”

“Was I g-good?” You whispered after a while, voice small and hoarse. Jack chuckled, combing his fingers through your locks.

“Yeah, baby,” he whispered back, placing a gentle kiss on the younger’s forehead, making you lean in closer. “So fucking good.”

You heard a soft hum and it made you smile. There, with your head on his chest, and the warmth of his body close to his, you realised something: you were utterly fucked because you liked Jack Hughes so fucking much.

You started all of this because you wanted to date Zack, and prove to yourself that you can please him in bed, like any other girl.

But in fact, you don’t want to do that anymore.

Phase four of getting Zack to like you. Phase one of getting Jack to like you…?

[broz0neglitters]

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝙸 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚈𝚘𝚞 💜💖

Poppy x Val Dating Headcanons

warning: Cussing

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Blogger notes: I know you all are probably sick of reading my SMUT and NSFW but I'm giving that a break anyways I decide to write some fluff and non smut for poppy and val in trollstopia I personally ship them they are total girlfriends haha anyways I feel like poppy can both date branch and val at the same time so I'll probably write a poly relationship w poppy,branch and val I'll even do a smut one in the future but in the mean time here's some fluff and non-smut for you all while I take a break enjoy <3

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-Poppy Knows that her girlfriend Val loves her but she wouldn’t admit that Val loves her intentionally

-Val is shy about telling poppy how she feels such as "I love you." and stuff

-Val isn't much of a PDA But she'll only let poppy hold her hands/link arms with her that its much like branch she would rather keep that PDA Private or when she's alone

-Poppy and Val has a whole playlist of songs that they will listen to when they hangout or do stuff together etc

-Val isn't big on going out on a date but she'll definitely take poppy on a date once a week but it usally something that val would do rather than what poppy would do poppy was hoping that her rockstar Gf would take her on a picnic date

-Val is overprotective of poppy she won't let any trolls near poppy not even branch or her father...

"Uhh, Vals Can I please just talk to my dad please you know him he would never hurt me." Poppy said

"Oh, Sorry poppy I'll put him down." Val said

-Val was deadass afraid that poppy father would think bad about her because she made a bad first impression

-Poppy Would drag Val to a taylor swift concert

-Val and Poppy had taylor swift friendship Bracelets <3

-Val Loves it when poppy hugs her and flirt w her it makes her blush she won’t admit that

-They have matching phone case and everything Holly wasn't jealous she knew that poppy and Val are dating so she doesn’t mind

-They have nicknames for each-other but Val allowed poppy to call her nickname when they are alone

-During their alone time Val and Poppy would lay on top of each-other the couch while Val Combed her soft fingers through poppy hair Val likes how soft poppy hair were

-Val would watch what ever poppy watches but sooner she would beg poppy to let her pick a movie/show

"Okay, if I let you watch your show/Movie if I get scared promise me you'll hold me?" Poppy said giving her that puppy eye

As Val groans "Okay, fine pop squeaks" (I think I spelled that wrong)

-Val Would let poppy play,style her hair

-Val usally spends the weekends with poppy meaning that they have sleepovers

-Poppy would be the one to wake Val up cause Val likes to sleep in

-Val don’t mind hugging other trolls but she will and can hug poppy for hours even days even til death due them apart

-Val Loves brushing poppy soft hair even if poppy did or didn't ask Val would still brush poppy hair because Val loves how soft her hair was so Val desperately ask poppy for a hair care routine

-Poppy try to get Val to say I love you to her so poppy would have to force it on Val so she and Val would watch a romantic movie together

"So Val, Is there somthing you wanna say to me?" Poppy asked teasing her

"Uh, no poppy I clearly don't and why are we watching this romance movie anyways is making me feel weird." Val said looking away you can tell she's blushing

-At the end of the movie she would give val a kiss on the cheek "Thanks for watching a movie with me I love you do you love me?" poppy asked teasing Val again knowing that she was feeling weird and she was blushing the whole time

-Val was so annoyed by her GF so she was even blushing harder "Okay fine Poppy since you want to hear it Fuck it I love you okay happy." Val said crossing her arm looking away blushing....

*Poppy was blushing nonstop since then* ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

/) /) ପ(˶•-•˶)ଓ ♡ /づ づ (puff puff) Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed it anyways fill free to request me at anytime :^) *it might take a while to get back to you as I mentioned before I would just write it on my own without any requests plus I've school and real life stuff so be patient with your request your requested are heard loud and clear <3 ---------------------- Like + Follow are very much appreciated! *Blush*

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

franflam (they are not sisters)

ahahahahaHAHA this is exactly what i was expecting people to send in when i said "controversial ships". no one is ready for one of my signature franflam tangents

under the cut:

you know the last time i did this ship bingo thing someone asked me about franflam too and i just flat out refused to respond because i didnt want to touch the discourse with a ten foot pole. either me putting my opinions here will get me cancelled or it will summon some people hopefully sane about this discourse. i love gambling

to preface, my honest opinions on the matter are that whatever the hell those two got going on in canon is queerbaiting. i say this as someone who bought star allies on a whim at gamestop as their very first kirb game like two years after it released, not even knowing kirby still made games at that time, and thus played the game with zero biases towards anything but yeah those two were written with a weird attachment to each other and it would be stupid to outright deny that. do i think franflam is canon though?: absolutely not and also i hate everyone who claims that with a passion. you could make a claim with a reasonable amount of evidence for either side of the argument and the fact that its even remotely possible both could be true at once, along with kumazaki himself either refusing to elaborate or confirm, or giving even More support to Either side is absolute bullshit and any sort of grey area here is totally his and the writers faults so hey can we all stop arguing about what the "correct" answer is when there literally isnt really one

anyways with that out of the way, heres all of the reasons i hate franflam without mentioning "potential incest" as a concern even once

their dynamic in canon is stereotypical angry black woman is overprotective of stereotypical dainty elegant white woman. hate that. gives me bad vibes. the whole "to show one character is in love with the other, they talk about their love interest nonstop every half second" trope is absolutely HANDS DOWN my absolute least favorite romance trope EVER. it drives me absolutely insane. thats the #1 way to get me to hate both of the characters and their relationship the fastest. holy shit shut up and focus on the story and whats happening around you instead of shoehorning mention of the other person into your words nonstop. hate that. i also hate the "person a is overprotective of their love interest" trope too, esp when it extends into jealously of the other person hanging out with others (sparkling pupupu world does this, for example). feels gross. can feel infantizing. if people see that as romantic good for you but i can not see it ever. its overly possessive. i think having a trio of mages and having two of them being separated and off fucking around on their own all the time as their "happy ending" is bad writing, especially when it comes to zans character being so heavily affected by her isolation from others and how hyness treated her AND YOU JUST GO AND SEPERATE THEM INTO FRAN+FLAM AND ZAN+HYNESS ALL THE TIME FOR SOME REASON HELLO. JUST MAKE ONE MAGE CHARACTER IN THAT CASE IF TWO OF THE TRIO HAVE NO DEVELOPMENT OR PURPOSE OTHER THAN TO FUCK OFF BY THEMSELVES. and then people who ship franflam also often end up shipping hynzan cause of that EWWWWWW GROSSSSSSS. also fran+flam being more close because the jambacult is a broken family that needs to heal Or them being more close because flam is an overprotective older sibling are INFINITELY more interesting to me as concepts than: "fran+flam are closer to each other and not zan because theyre dating and thus inherently dont care about zan as much because platonic relationships are always secondary to romantic". hate that. and the fandom. oh my God as people might be able to tell by all of the arrows on the bingo sheet i have fucking FEELINGS about this this needs a whole new paragraph

okay so. so 😍. i have this thing i call "red flag ships" where the ships are fine as a concept on paper but for some reason the shippers are just absolutely Rancid and that throws me off from liking the ship in its entirely and i get really sussed out by anyone who ships it. franflam is a red flag ship. i think the shippers have gotten so used to being yelled at by people who think theyre siblings that theyve pavlov'd themselves into being insanely hostile and aggressive to anyone who doesn't ship them. at least thats what i can tell from anyone whos Open and remotely loud about shipping them. istg i am not joking in the slightest when i say 95% of my interactions with people who Happen to be big or even decently into shipping franflam have been godawful. the convos dont even have to be around franflam i just think the ship inherently attracts awful people because its only aggressive toxic people who arent scared about shipping it openly. is that generalizing?: Yeah but thats just my personal experience. i have never met someone loud about liking franflam or who makes content for it that wasnt an awful asshole or yikes person in some way

that said, people who really like the ship but are quiet or lowkey about it usually end up being super chill and cool. its just the goddamn Fandom i have an issue with really. so anyone whos normal about it i am so sorry for you lmao

in a somewhat unrelated manner, i used to be somewhat close with someone who had franflam as their ultimate otp and God they fucking sucked. apart from redirecting every convo ever to be about franflam, they were also insanely nasty to anyone who even remotely saw them as siblings because they inherently saw it as an attack against franflam, so theyd always be making comments like "can you believe anyones stupid enough to see them as siblings" and "kinda misogynistic and lesbiophobic that metadede and marxolor are more popular than franflam when franflam is so blatantly canon" and yadayadayada they would say that shit completely unironically even right in front of me when they knew i hc'd them as siblings. i could complain up enough of a storm about that person and all of the insane things they said and did to fill up another 10 paragraphs but in general they were awful and really awful to me and multiple friends and you know what. i fucking hate the ship because of that too. sue me i cant stand seeing it around and i get grossed out by it.

on another note if i see anyone trying to push franflam as canon i will kick your ass. it might seem like im complaining about a problem that doesnt exist since tumblr is very anti-franflam, but on other sites its the opposite and if i had a nickel for every stupid "franflam is definitely canon and the only canon option and here's why" argument ive ever heard and could Easily debunk i could buy a fucking mansion. how to tell franflam shipppers its Okay if their ship isnt canon challenge: impossible (generalizing ofc, this whole rant is generalizing. take with a grain of salt. man i hate franflam)

[angleofmusings]

[gif descriptions: 10 gifs from Heartstopper season 2, edited into warmer colors and overlaid with tumblr text posts:

gif 1: Isaac standing in the queer and trans art exhibition, with the drawn Heartstopper leaves [which usually appear when couples have cute moments] drifting around him. post 1: @/gliyus “i genuinely teared up when issac looked around at all the people kissing at tara's party and when that one artist described their own aroace experience to him and he had that look of understanding on his face. to finally see my identity, experience, and feelings shown in the media is so refreshing and validating.”

gif 2: Isaac laughing in the bookstore; James is just outside the frame. post 2: @/electricsheep07 “can we please talk ab how amazing [isaac’s] storyline was in season 2??? / he's bombarded with all of his friends in romantic/sexual relationships and is just so confused because he met someone who he might like but he simply doesn't know”

gif 3: Isaac hugging a copy of “Ace” by Angela Chen to his chest and looking upwards; Heartstopper leaves fly out of the book and swirl around him. post 3: @/daency “Okay, but can we all please appreciate how the leaves [two leaves emoji] were dancing around Isaac himself. When he picked up the book about asexuality, when he realised that maybe he was aro/ace-spec and when he began to accept it. / Just the flowers dancing around him, without him needing a partner for them to appear”

gif 4: Isaac looking down at a book, “Ace of Spades” by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé. post 4: @/offonaherosjourney “I get my book recommendations the <caps> normal <end caps> way: by trying to catch a glimpse of whatever Isaac from Heartstopper is reading”

gif 5: a closeup of Isaac’s face when James is kissing him; he has his eyes closed and doesn’t lean into the kiss. post 5: @/aroace-cat-lady “Okay but like you don't get it. Unless you <italics> really <end italics> do. / [Isaac] wanting to believe in romance. [Isaac] reading romance books nonstop. [Isaac] not knowing how he feels toward James. [Isaac] feeling out at parties cuz everyone is making out. [Isaac] hurt eyes when everyone runs down the hallway with their partner and the way his eyes shine when Tara looks after him. [Isaac's] voice when he asks James if he has a crush on him. [Isaac] running away when James kissed him.”

gif 6: Isaac, wearing a suit for prom, walking through the school library holding a book to his chest; Heartstopper leaves drift around him. post 6: @/d1etlem0nade “isaac didn't even check out the ace book he just said ‘this is mine now because i'm having a sexuality crisis’ and he's so real for that”

gif 7: Isaac looking up from a book, “Ace of Spades” by Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé. post 7: @/sprnklersplashes “god that scene at the sleepover of isaac looking at every happy couple and him realising he's on his own.... he's okay with it but he's not okay with it... god alice just gets it!”

gif 8: a closeup of Isaac opening his eyes and looking off to the side of the screen. post 8: @/squeezetheduck “Can we talk about the aroace [anthem] that is ‘Crush Culture’ playing in the background during the discussion of Aromantic Asexual identities struggling to exist in our allonormative world in Heartstopper Season 2, because I screamed”

gif 9: Isaac in a bookshop, holding a large stack of books and taking one more off the shelf, “Loveless” by Alice Oseman [also the creator of Heartstopper]. post 9: @/redflannel “Isaac picking Loveless off the bookshelf in Paris had me screaming!!!!! / Like buddy, I hope you find as much comfort in that beautiful story as I did”

gif 10: Isaac standing under shiny pink streamers and looking around him while taking a deep breath. post 10: @/tristenthekitty “seeing Isaac's journey as an aroace person makes me so fucking emotional because I have never, ever seen someone like me represented in <caps> anything <end caps> like that before, let alone on something this influential.”

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[ID: bonus post 11: @/mindflamer “for those who don't know how to spell isaac [I S A A C] (seeing a lot of issac [I S S A C]) - it's two A's .. like Aro Ace :)))” end ID]

Isaac Henderson + Text Posts

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ lyric: "fuck you and your mom and your sister and your job and your broke-ass car and that shit you call art. fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again."

♡ character: dick grayson / nightwing

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / so i lied and got another batfam idea fic. do not slaughter me for it LMAOOO.

patrolling with some of your closest friends was something you enjoyed doing every time the chance appeared. the batman entourage had always encouraged you to live in Gotham but Dick in specific constantly asked you to move over to Bludhaven to give him an extra hand in night patrols. a part of you always wondered if he wanted you as an extra hand or someone he could flirt with as the others claimed.

you befriended the original robin when you first joined the league. Dick was still robin at the time and being under the care of Dinah Lance for so long, the two of you eventually split from your mentors to become your own heroes and while you both had your on and off agains as friends, everyone from Dinah to Garth and Roy had claimed that Dick saw you as more of a romantic partner than a friend.

in your opinion, you never felt that vibe from him. he always seemed like the most he saw you as was a close friend. someone like Wally or Garth. you had saw Dick several times in just a hour flirt his way through situations with a villain or even the way he was around Kori or Donna. in those situations, he would flirt with them nonstop and he had never done that with you.

"where we heading bats? we're all congregated together!" you exclaimed, your hands leaning against the bow staff that Tim had let you borrow as your weapon as he had extras lying around and your weapon of choice was getting fixed by the Bat himself, "we don't think Gotham is going to do anything too drastic tonight so we figured that we could just walk the street together!" Cass explained.

you were standing next to Damian and Dick, the two of them talking nonsense as all of you started to walk in a random direction. one of your favorite bars that you, Jason, and Dick sometimes attended was coming into plain sight and a gut feeling had appeared when you saw someone walk out.

you had been dating your boyfriend for a little over six months. was it the best six months of your life? no. but having him there as someone to comfort you or if you were in the mood for something else, he was a call away. you did have feelings for him; however, the two of you never got the big L word.

as of recently though, he had started becoming a bit more distant. he would never call you back right away, texts were almost non-existent, and he would put off any dates when they were scheduled. a part of you didn't want to believe he would cheat on you as he had never given you those vibes but another part of you wanted to believe that he wouldn't just nearly fall of the face of the earth for no reason.

"hey, isn't that your little boyfriend?" Jason asked, seeing the person now a bit more clearer. you remained silent, eyes fixated on him and the girl he was with. everyone around you stared at you and your boyfriend as you had confirmed it was him and he was about to start making out with the girl he was with, "oh no," Stephanie and Duke murmured under their breath at the same time as Dick started to sweat out of his hands from nervousness.

"you okay?" he asked a bit hesitantly. you didn't respond once again as you knew you weren't able to do much of anything considering you were still in full superhero get up, "I think if I talk anymore than I should, I might start that kill list Jason has always wanted me to start."

Jason in any other situation would have encouraged your behavior but this particular scenario, he could see that you were beyond livid. Damian and Tim gave each other a quick look as they immediately blocked you from running towards them, "don't! you're gonna blow up your cover!" Dick yelled as they pulled you into a random alley.

you continued to struggle in Damian's arms as you had to give it to the little league of assassins gremlin. he had some strength to his teenage body. more than Dick ever had, that was for sure.

"he doesn't have to know I'm this person! give me five minutes!" you tried one more harsh tug as Tim pulled you closer to him, "no! you're not! I think we can all tell that you might actually kill him!" he exclaimed as you came to realize that there was no use. the stupid Bats weren't going to let you go at it with your idiot of a now ex boyfriend.

"everyone go on patrol and tell Bruce why we left," Dick commanded as they agreed, more so Jason begrudgingly agreeing than the rest, "come on, let's get you home. you're in no mental capacity to be patrolling."

the two of you walked away as you pulled off your mask, anger still seething through you, "listen, I'm not even heartbroken. that doesn't matter right now. what's pissing me off is that he couldn't have just broken up with me? do you know how embarrassing it is to get cheated on? of course you wouldn't because you're Dick Grayson but still!" you yelled.

Dick grabbed you by the side and pulled you in for a hug, "it's not your fault so don't start thinking it is. you did nothing wrong," he explained. you sighed, knowing he was right but it still stung that you were quite literally getting cheated on at this exact moment, "what do I do? I can't tell him that I know he's cheating but I'm not going to let this continue to happen," you groaned.

"how many times have I told you to move over to Bludhaven? I could get you a spot in the department I work at and just leave the god forsaken town you're currently at. what's holding you back?" he asked, the two of you underneath a street light as the light casted a glow to your skin, "why is this your only form of advice. I don't see how me leaving fixes me currently getting cheated on."

Dick chuckled as both of your comm links went off indicating that all of your turns at patrol was done. you saw him furiously texting whoever it was on his phone as all of you landed at the batcave. you slumped down on the chair, taking your mask off tiredly as Cass and Jason sat next to you.

"come on, get dressed, we're going to get back at your stupid ex," she exclaimed, patting your thigh in anticipation. you gave them a look of confusion as Jason practically dragged you to stand up, "don't question just get dressed in the clothes you were wearing."

you followed on what they had told you to do and got dressed. you weren't dressed in anything fancy. all you had on was a pair of jeans, a plain colored t-shirt, and one of your most comfortable sweaters. as you slipped on your shoes, you saw Dick and Damian talking to themselves, still fully dressed in their uniforms.

"okay, we aren't actually going to kill him right? I might've wanted to earlier but I don't think that's a great option at the moment," you replied as you and Cass jumped onto Jason's motorcycle. they didn't respond as Jason had drove way past the speed limit to get to where you were earlier tonight, "can someone tell me what's going on!" you yelled as Jason came to a stop.

"we're confronting the idiot, all together. maybe he'll learn his lesson that he really shouldn't be messing with a member of the Wayne family," Cass stated as Jason agreed. your eyebrows quirked in confusion, "as much as I love all of you, your father hasn't exactly adopted me," you joked as you saw the bar in view.

you saw your ex's car in the front as you saw him and the girl inside, drinking and talking. all of you hopped off the motorcycle as Jason didn't even give you the time to follow along and barged inside. you walked in behind him, seeing Jason grab him by the collar of his shirt as Cass did the same.

"what is going on!" he yelled as they threw him on the pavement. you stared down at your ex, anger getting you so badly that your eyes were turning bloodshot red, "oh-hey," he replied quietly as he saw the way you were staring at him. you bent down and swung the hardest punch you could land on his nose as he fell back against Cass's shoes, making her grunt disgust as he fell onto the ground with a thud, "what the hell!" he screamed.

"this is what happens when you're too much of a chickenshit to actually dump me! you piece of shit!" you screamed as you kicked him once more but this time in the back, "who are you two! how did you know I was even here! you don't know the full story!" he screamed to try and defend himself but ultimately failing.

it was now Jason's turn to bend down but instead of hitting him, he opted to spit on him, "don't worry on who we are or how she found out. worry on what we can do to you. her and I in specific," Jason threatened as Cass agreed before she freely kicked him on the back again.

it didn't take long for footsteps to appear in the background as you immediately assumed that it was the police and all three of you would have to start making a run for it, "what's going on?" you heard the very voice of Dick Grayson's Nightwing. you chuckled as you saw your ex sigh in relief, "they just jumped me! do something!" he yelled.

Dick laughed as he turned to all three of you, "what's the situation?" he asked as you smiled, "nothing! we just had a bit of an altercation after I found him cheating. nothing dire or something to alert authorities about," you giggled as you stood on the heels of your feet knowing that your ex was not about to get what he wanted.

Damian who was standing next to Dick nodded, "doesn't seem like anything is going on. we need to check other parts of Gotham. come on Nightwing," Damian said as Dick agreed. your ex who was now on the ground as Cass hit him once again was groaning in pain as he murmured about how useless Gotham heroes were.

"don't bother her again or we will find out and we will make sure the next time your family sees you it'll be six feet underground," Jason threatened as Cass nodded, "or maybe we can bury him alive! never done that before."

your ex remained on the ground as all three of you left the scene. you knew the bar wouldn't have any kind of way to figure out that the three of you essentially jumped him as it was too old and raggedy to have any kind of camera or night cameras. even if they did, a quick call to Tim could have quickly erased the footage. not that Jason would've cared. he enjoyed being on the run.

+

you sighed in relief as you packed the last box in the truck Bruce had rented for you. once all the commotion with your ex settled down, Dick had managed to convince you enough to finally move to Bludhaven. you had found an apartment close to where Dick lived as he offered to 'show you around' even though you knew Bludhaven as much as he did.

"come on, where's that smile!" Dick exclaimed, grabbing you by the cheeks and lifting your smile. you rolled your eyes, smacking his hands away from your face, "stop! now let's go. I don't want to be packing too late into the night and be tired for my first thing at work," you replied as you and Dick jumped inside of the truck.

you saw your old apartment building getting smaller and smaller as you turned to Dick to give him a smile. he returned it as he slyly slid his hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. you had no idea what your relationship with Dick would become in the future but at the moment, you had no intention of rushing anything.

all you knew was that maybe you would finally act on the feelings that everyone said Dick had for you. you grabbed his hand, tapping on his knuckles softly as he chuckled before interlacing them together as you saw the 'Welcome to Bludhaven, New Jersey' sign coming into view.

[yuk1nya-moved]

#—A BIT MORE THAN ENEMIES

r. rosehearts / gn ! reader

warnings : tiny bit of angst el oh el , slight swearing

" It seems like fate has a different plan for us "

*⁀➷ a/n at the end !

part 1 | part 2

￫ summary : with the finals coming up, is there really any time for you to discuss your feelings?

"Ugh! Why are there so much dates..." You complained while studying magical history, it was 2 weeks before exams but yout though it was best to start studying earlier if you wanted to keep your spot in the top 10.

Except everything would be fine, if you didnt have a crush on your rival ! Gosh, how dare he steal your heart. You tried to ignore it for days but whenever you look at him, you get mesmerized.. by.. his.. pretty.. annoying face !

He was your rival why are you inlove with him? Your thoughts were disturbed when you felt soft tapping on your shoulder.

"Hey..[name]" Deuce said while Ace was behind him. "Would you mind tutoring us..?" He said shyly "Ah- um, sure" a bit startled by their presence "Really? Thank the seven !" Deuce replied

"So, why did you ask me to tutor you guys?" You asked "Riddle said if we fail again its 'off with our heads'" Ace said while mimicking him

You giggled a bit at his mimicking, but then you though about him again. You hated every fiber of him, he was so annoying, and bossy, and- "Yo, [name]? You there" Ace cut off your thoughts once again "A- of course. Sorry"

While tutoring them, you didn't notice a piercing stare at the three of you. The one and only, Riddle Rosehearts. He was there to study too, he didn't mind you tutoring them. I mean he did order them to study.

Yet, he can't control these bubbling feelings in his chest. Jealousy? Never! But he really just can't when your laughing with them and smiling genuinely. Not the smile he usually sees when you get the right answer. Your genuine smile

Oh, how he wishes it was him, but you were his rival. Rivals aren't supposed to develop feelings for each other right? All he can do is watch, while tucking away his feelings.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

1 week left before exams, and your little crush got worse. During class you'd catch yourself staring at him, you weren't that spiteful against him anymore. What's worse is that he doing the same ! No more teasing or competing with you anymore

You tried to spite him by sticking your tongue out at hin when you got the right answer, but he jusy glanced at you. Did he start to hate you? You hadn't done anything wrong right?

Unbeknownst to you, all these assumptions are wrong. He now cannot look at your face or else he will pass out. When did you become so... lovable? Either way there was one thing you both thought. You had to get the top spot.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

After 2 weeks of nonstop studying, you were hoping it would pay off. To be completely honest, you weren't sure if you were gonna secure your spot.

While in your room, doing whatsoever a loud bang suddenly opens your door. "thE FUCK???" quickly changing your direction to the open door to see Ace and Deuce there.

"[name]... Riddle's looking for you at the rose maze" Ace puffed, obviously tired. "okay, but did you seriously have to do that to my door? Y'know you'll have to pay for it right?" "YES WE KNOW BUT CAN YOU GO TO RIDDLE NOW??"

"fine."

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

"What do you want, Rosehearts." You groaned, having better things to do "If you're gonna brag about some-" "I like you, [name]."

what. "Rosehear- I mean Riddle. A-are you serious? As in romantically or..?" "Yes, I do like you romantically. Since god knows when, but you- you..! you make me feel some type of way." He said while heat crept on his face

You were left speechless, stunned, frozen, by the sudden confession. But you also had to answer him. "Oh! well- I also like you.. since, I dont know either." You said. Both stunned by the confessions, you decided to tease him.

Inching towards him, cupping his face, then, *chu!* a small kiss on the cheek ?! He expected you to kiss him on the lips.., though two could play at that game. Cupping cheeks once again, giving a kiss on your lips

After pulling away, with rose-painted cheeks you suddenly burst into giggles "Hm? What's so funny [name]?" "I-its just the Riddle Rosehearts ! Has fallen inlove ! Hehe !" You replied "Oh shut it !" While bickering for a while, someone finally interupted you two.

"wow ! Lovers quarrel already ?" An orange-haired junior said. While conviniently snapping a pic. "No !" As if on cue, you both said it at the same time.

￫ A/N : I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO END IT TBH SO THE ENDING'S SHITTY IM SK SORRY

But heres p. 2 with two idiots ig 😒

￫ back to the navi ?

[dumbpico]

since I watched season 4, now I want to talk about what I thought of it. so be patient.

THOUGHTS ABOUT AGGRETSUKO SEASON 4 (⚠️spoilers ahead⚠️)

Can I say I liked it a lot? I mean it. I really REALLY liked it. I literally sit down and watched all of it nonstop. I totally didn't expect ALL OF THESE THINGS to happen in one (1) season, in just 10 episodes?? they went really crazy and say "okay. fuck it. let's bring some chaos in their lives because we need to spice this series up" AND THEY WERE SO RIGHT TO DO THAT.

the beginning of it, with Haida doing absolutely nothing to bring his relationship with Retsuko to the next level and try to make it official, really hurt me. I get it, Haida was really afraid of messing things up or that Retsuko one day might see him as a worthless and talentless person. I felt it way too much. Infact, I cried (spoiler: I cried almost every episode of it so that's not news to you at all) thinking about his huge stress. on the other hand though, there she was. Retsuko seeing him ignoring her and avoiding her every time he could do so hurt her so much. I felt it too. maybe she thought he didn't want to do anything grand for her anymore, maybe he stopped feeling what he felt for her all this time. she tried to give him opportunities like hey?? she invited you multiple times to get a coffee in her house??. surely she didn't mean to do anything reckless in there but at least to try and get to know each other more, right? this whole part was so painful to me to watch because that's not what I expected for them (not that I expected their relationship to be great and so romantic from the start tbh). Haida at one point turned even.. villain ish? I really couldn't recognize him anymore ;; I was thinking all the time "Haida, my love, is that you?? what happened to you, my baby??". when he said those harmful words (you know what I'm talking about) to Retsuko istg. I felt like my world ended. that's it, everything's ruined for them, folks! now we can give up our dream of seeing the two of them together! the show's over, goodbye! (not really). thankfully, EVEN THOUGH RETSUKO CAN'T ACKNOWLEDGE HER TRUE FEELINGS FOR HIM YOU DUM-DUM, she never stopped believing in him and knew he eventually would snap out of it. WHICH IT DID, WELCOME BACK HAIDA!!

the introduction of the new character, Himuro. DON'T GET ME WRONG BUT SINCE THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF THE NEW SEASON I WAS TOTALLY WATCHING HIM. I'LL SAY IT FOR ALL OF YOU DON'T WORRY: DAMN WHY IS HE HOT FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON??? now that I got that off my chest, I can continue with my review. he intrigued me. the series missed an actual villain trying to do something ""bad"" to the crew. I wrote "bad" that way because, in my opinion, he was not that wrong. their company was for real going down and no one was doing anything about it. OF COURSE HE SHOULDN'T HAVE USED SUCH METHODS but at the same time he was the only one to finally notice it. he wanted to give his all to make it right. he was also the first to notice Haida's skills (my man has potential, baby!) and gave him difficulties to improve him. HE SHOULDN'T HAVE USED HIM FOR SUSPICIOUS ACTS THO, HIMURO WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? he turned all the series from one way to another and I can't thank him enough. he made the series extra interesting again!! thanks to him we even got to see all the cast cooperating just to stop Haida and try to save the company. I truly hope to see him again in the next season (I KNOW YOU WANT TO SEE HIM MORE TOO, ADMIT IT.)

NOW HERE WE ARE TO MY FAVORITE PART OF THE REVIEW. EVERYONE ELSE. AND TADANO. you can't possibly know this but I love love LOVE Tadano so much that it's unreal. WHEN I FIRST SEE HIM IN A NEW SEASON I START CRYING FOR NO REASON. well, there's one reason... it's him :]. after he broke up with Retsuko (pain💔) he became part of the crew as a counselor. literally no one thinks about him in their free time (SHAME!!) but when they're having trouble who will be there to solve all their problems?? TA-DA (-NO)!!! sorry. bad joke :]. I still can't get over the fact that he manipulated Gori's app so that Haida and Retsuko would show up as a perfect match. tell me one (1) thing you hate about him. we're gonna have a beef. do it. okay, now jokes aside. he helped a HUGE lot with all their operations, you can see he started everything because if he didn't remind Retsuko about her popularity, she would've never given to Ton his new (temporary) job, and so on. I was shaking in that scene where Haida and Tadano were doing arm wrestling. I DIDN'T EXPECT HIM TO WIN???. I WAS SO SHOCKED TO SEE HIM SHOWING ALL THAT STRENGTH AND PASSION 👁️👁️. you got me, I loved Tadano in this season especially because he got more screentime, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

WE GOT TO SEE MORE OF TON AND HIS PAST?? HIS FAMILY?? such a lovely wife he has!! his family is so nice istg. her daughters made me laugh so much! he's one of those who had a huge character development in the series. he's not the same person he was at the beginning of the series, here we got to see more of his devotion to his family and of his employees. I thought he'd fire someone but he believes in them after all and didn't say anything about them. I was so mad at Retsuko and Fenneko for talking trash behind him to the NEW PRESIDENT. come on, girls!! I know you're drunk but have some sense!! it's obvious he'd try to fire him knowing all these accusations!! even though he was basically fired from the company, he still gave all he's got to save it and was really in it when the operation Save The Company started. HIS WIFE WAS HILARIOUS and so cute to help him out in that crucial moment. really touched my heart. his daughters too!! they were so hurt seeing their dad carrying by himself everything and hiding it from the family because he was scared to hurt them too... Ton had an immense relevance in this season and I'm glad we saw this side of him.

SPECIAL MENTION TO KABAE AND HER SPY WORK?? WOAH SHE'S SO TALENTED I REALLY DIDN'T SEE IT COMING!! and Ookami💗💗 I love you, you himbo💗💗

the season ends with an happy ending for everyone so we're happy everything turned out okay. EXCEPT FOR HAIDA THAT LEFT THE COMPANY NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOW WILL RETSUKO AND HAIDA TALK MORE??? YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!! WHAT WILL HE DO NOW?? guess we'll find out when we'll get a new season. hopefully soon. but I don't think that's the case :[[

Sorry if I made mistakes while writing all this!! English's not my first language so please, be patient with me :].

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, see you next season. bye.

♪～(´ε｀ )

[blackinn-n]

Blackinnon headcanons (because @marlymckitten’s lovely ones got me to write a bit again <3 go check on hers!!!!)

Yes. It’s sappy. But I love sappy Blackinnon. I can’t bear angst any longer so enjoy!

Sirius fell in love with her before she fell in love with him. Actually, he fell in love with Marlene before James fell in love with Lily, even if he took longer to realize it. He unconsciously developed a crush on her during their first year and recognize his messy feelings as love when he was a bit older. Anyway, he liked to say to her that he had loved her since he was a kid and Marlene used to roll her eyes and call him a sappy liar — but Sirius was not lying. Not even a bit.

I personally hc that they didn’t start dating at Hogwarts. Sirius was, emotionally, too much of a mess to actually sort out what he felt. It was not that he wasn’t sure of her — he knew he loved Marlene. He was certain of that. He was just scared to hurt her in any way possible, and though less of himself — he though he wasn’t able to make her happy, and he could not bear it.

It was Marlene who made the first move. One night, she just kissed him. They were alone in London, laughing, smoking and chatting at 1 AM while the rest of the gang had already went home. She just did it. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. Hard, passionately. It took him out of breath.

As their relationship became solid, it was clear to both of them that what was happening was that.. they were settling. To Sirius, the word has seem horrendous till she had told him what she felt for him. But he was happier that he had ever been with her and was actually pretty content with the perspective of being hers for the rest of his life.

They weren’t too much into PDA. Sirius resting a hand on her tights, or holding hands was ok — but they couldn’t stand couples who made out constantly while they were out with friends. It was totally different when they were drunk: in that occasions they could not take their hands off each other and used to disappear so as to shag in some bathroom or to go home (to shag. Yes, they did it nonstop)

They had a matching tattoo. They had gone out one evening in March, just the two of them. It was supposed to be a romantic dinner but it had naturally lead to a drunk night in some club in London. After that, they had found some weird (and probably too dirty to be trusted) tattoo shop which was still opened at night and decided to go for it. They were too tipsy to be taken seriously, but managed to explain to the tattooer what they wanted. At the end, Sirius got the written “star of the sky” in Marlene’s handwriting, and she had “star of the sea” in his, on their pelvis. It was sappy, they knew it, but it was them.

Marlene absolutely adored Sirius. She thought he was breathtaking. That’s true, a lot of people thought that — Sirius was indeed a very handsome man, but to Marlene, Sirius was much more than that. Marlene loved everything about him. She loved stroking his hair and caressing the side of his face. She loved when he took her hands into his. She loved kissing his full lips and holding his gaze, despite it made her blush most of the time. She loved feeling his weight on her when he fell asleep while cuddling. She loved feeling him inside of her, it made her feel a sense of fullness and connection she had never felt with someone before.

James was so happy when they got together. He wasn’t even the slightest angry or upset at them, though they knew he would have killed them both if they hurt each other.

Lily was ecstatic when they started dating, too. Perhaps even more than her husband, considering she was the first person Sirius admitted he was in love with Marlene to. It happened during their seventh year at Hogwarts. Lily was looking for Marls — she knew the Astronomy Tower was her and Sirius’ spot and expected to find her there, but only him was present that evening. They talked quite a lot and at one point he just slipped it out. It felt so scaring, but so, so good. Lily promised not to tell a soul, not even to James and Sirius trusted her. She also advised him to tell her, but he knew he needed more time.

He desired a family with her but was scared to bring the topic up — he didn’t really think he would have really been much of a father material with the upbringing he had. His worse nightmare was perhaps inflicting on his children the same pain he had had to endure during his childhood — the idea scared him shitless. But one day, they talked about it. They approached the subject shyly, as if having different perspectives would have risked to break what they had. When Sirius told her it would have be nice, to have kids one day, Marlene could not suppress the wide, genuine smile that appeared on her face. “You’d really want them?” “Yes. With you, I would want them. I think I would be a shit father, but with you to balance I think they’d turn up nice” “That’s bullshit. You will be a wonderful dad.” “I will be? Not “would”?” “Yep. You will. I think we should talk about it… having kids, one day.” Sirius had never been happier.

Marlene’s family was fond of Sirius. Her parents and brother especially. And of course Euphemia and Fleamont loved Marlene — she was James’ first friend ever. Euphemia confessed them once that she had been planning their wedding since fifth year (James laughed a bit to much for Marlene’s liking after hearing that).

Marlene once had called Walburga Black a “fucking cow”. She hadn’t just called her that, she had YELLED it on the platform before taking Sirius hand and making him follow her on the train. She had heard a sneaky comment from her: it was the usual babbling about Sirius being a shame, a failure for being how he was, for hanging out with dirty mudbloods and staying at the Potters. She could not take it. Although her mother (who had intercepted her daughter’s furious expression) had tried to stop her, she had just walked over and yelled at Walburga Black, a witch from a noble and ancient family in the Magical Community, that she was a fucking cow. Around lots, lots of people. Sirius thought he had never loved her more.

Once Sirius told her he wanted to shave his beard, and she screamed, horrified and threatened not to have sex with him for a month if he really did it.

For his 23rd birthday, Marlene gifted him a handful of Polaroids of her nudes, along with his real present. Sirius remained in total awe for a few seconds and then looked at her like a puppy who has received the best toy ever. He really was a simple man, not needing much to be happy.

Sirius couldn’t cook for shit. He could barely prepare a toast without burning something. And most of the time, when he was hungry, he forgot he could use magic. That meant he was not able to surprise her with breakfast in bed or some thing like that — okay, he knew how to make coffee or how to spread jam on bread, he was not that dumb. Anyway, Marlene used to tease him by saying he would starve if she refused to cook for the rest of his days. “I can always eat you, you know” “You are incredible, Black”

7th year’s St Valentine’s Day was perhaps the worst one Marlene had spent in her seventeen years on the Earth. Not that she had ever celebrated it (she hated St Valentine’s Day, the sappy promises, the fake couples who put on a good face during the trip to Hogsmeade so as to show off even if half school knew one of them was shagging someone else. She just couldn’t bear it), but that year every. single. one of her friends had a date. Lily went with James, Remus had gone to Hogsmeade with a bloke he had met in the summer, Alice went with Frank, Mary had been asked by a quite good looking boy who was part of the same club as hers, Emmeline and Dorcas went together (their first public trip after their coming out) and even Peter had managed to set up a date with a really nice girl he had had a crush on since fifth year. And Sirius… well, she supposed he was shagging three or four girls at the same time. Marlene spent most of her time in the library, catching up with her homework, and after a rather depressing lunch alone she hid herself in the Common Room who was occupied only by first and second years who could not go to the village yet. She read a book until she heard someone calling her name. She didn’t even had to turn around to know who it was. Nobody called her Lene. They walked through the empty corridors and corners of the school, perfectly comfortable with one another. He asked her what she had done that day, but she didn’t ask him back. She didn’t want to know if he had gone to Hogsmeade with someone. What she didn’t know was that, yes, he had gone to the village… to buy her flowers. They following morning, when she woke up, she found a beautiful bouquet of tulips — her favorites — of all colors. The was no card attached and it took Lily twenty minutes to convince Marlene that they really were for her.

Marlene’s dream had always been to visit Paris. When she was ten, she promised herself that she would only have gone with the love of her life — Marlene pretended to be nauseated by romance, but the truth was that she was a hopeless romantic herself. She kept the promise. One year or so into their relationship, Sirius and Marlene stayed in Paris for a week. One night they went to a bar and returned to the apartment quite intoxicated and extremely horny, so the usual. They shagged everywhere, on the couch, on the bed, on the floor, by the fucking window, not caring who could see them. Once they were finished, they were laying on the couch, naked, only covered by a thin blanket to protect them from the chilly air, their bodies entangled. She told him about her promise. He just looked at her, his eyes full of pure love. And he told her. And it was not scary, quite the contrary, actually. “I love you” he simply said. “I love you so much, Marls” She tried to reply, but her voice was thick with emotion. He understood anyway and gently kissed her, thinking he had finally found something worth living for. And it was love, it had always been love.

[syuga-s]

just another night

w.c 5.2k

pairing. Seungsik x gn!reader

genre. fluff, friends in love

a/n. lmao, I can't believe I'm here again after 5 MONTHS, and basically, I'm here again bc Seungsik has been living in my head like a cute lil parasite for weeks. i truly love this man and I just had to write something very self-indulgent,,, ALSO i know I'm very late for valentine's, tried to post this like 2 weeks ago but look where we are (and warnings?) mentions of alcohol, moderate consumption nothing extreme, also alcohol preparation? the word sex is there, food is mentioned too, nothing crazy i swear

You and Seungsik have been friends since high school. It’s been about 10 years since you’ve been in each other's life. You’re always texting each other, even if you don’t see often. He’s your best friend. You’ve fallen into a comfortable friendship when you see each other every other month. When you both feel it’s been too long, and you need to catch up with your lives. It wasn’t until two days after Valentine's Day that it occurred to you that you hadn’t asked him what he did on that day. Unfortunately, you had your own little love “trouble” that you forgot to ask him about his day. The reason is, that your ex hasn’t left you alone for months.

He’s been begging you nonstop to go out with him. Telling you he’s changed, that he wants to treat you better for once. You know they’re just easy words. But the part of you that feels great when you’re with him would like to believe everything he says.

“I want to take you out to dinner” “I intend to keep knowing you, please don’t shut me out” “We can go to the movies, for coffee, you name it” “Please let me see you again”

It’s so funny how you may have wanted this years ago. And now, when it’s actually happening, him telling you everything you wanted to hear. You ended up falling for it. Despite not wanting to be in a relationship with him anymore, you finally caved in to his pleads, and it’s like he shifts into someone else every time we get to this point.

This time his text said, “what are we supposed to do on a Thursday?” idk bro, everything? Anything? BE TOGETHER LIKE YOU WANTED? “I guess you could come watch anime? i mean if you want” By no means I’m saying it’s a bad idea but, why does it only have to come to that EVERY time?

Whatever you have with him is difficult. Your love life (or lack thereof) is beyond hard, for sure. Feelings are difficult. So, your head has been on that topic for a few days because he asked you out for the 14th, and you couldn’t even muster up the energy to answer him.

You just wanted to see your best friend.

When you texted Seungsik on Wednesday night, you finally asked him if he had an eventful Valentine's Day. And when his reply was, “i didn’t do much, had a lot of work”, you immediately knew he was upset.

Now you needed to call him. He picked up at the first ring. Before anything, you spoke, “what happened with Sol? tell me everything.” He groaned, apparently not wanting to discuss it, but he knew you knew something had happened, and he clearly had to let it out.

“They were avoiding me, they barely wanted to go out on dates, always busy with who knows what, so when I wanted to plan something for valentine’s they simply said no. Obviously, I got upset, we got into an argument, and you know how that ends.”

While you were listening to him, you suddenly came up with a plan.

“I’m sorry Seungsikie, I always knew they were too boring for you.” You said in a teasing tone and he laughed. “And look if they never wanted to go out with you that’s their fucking loss.” “Yeah, well, I guess I was hoping things would be different at some point.” It hurt your heart to hear him say that. He’s always been a romantic, but in all seriousness, he always gets the worst partners. “I know what won’t make you upset anymore, let’s go out this Friday, you can’t say no alright, plus I really really want to see you.” “I know, we haven’t gone out since your birthday, I’m missing you too”, then his tone got kinda doubtful, “what exactly are your plans nerd?” you were both THE nerds in high school, always the ones that handed the tests at the same time, always the two that got up and solved math problems for the whole class, you’ve always been a team. “What makes you think I’ll tell you, dork? Knowing that you’re gonna see me should be enough for you” Neither of you knows how the two have been smiling just by hearing each other’s voices. You always forget how much you miss seeing him every day. He never notices how fast time goes by because suddenly, it’s been months since he felt this relaxed. And it was just your voice that made him feel at home after the past few days when he felt like shit. “I still need to know where, so I know how to pick my outfit, dummy” This man dresses better than you, so it made you laugh how he’s always worried about those things. “So?” “Oh my god, just wear whatever you like, you’re gonna be the best dressed no matter what, plus I bet you have new clothes you’ve been dying to wear so…” This time you made him laugh louder at your annoyed tone and that made him go along with your secret plan. “Alright then, but are you gonna dress cute though?” “Don’t know, maybe, we’ll see on Friday, love you bye” “Good night nerd, love you too” You’ve been organizing things all Thursday to make tomorrow perfect. Usually, Seungsik was the one that planned things when you went out, he always took you to the best restaurants, the best bars, always making sure you had a good time. So, you wanted to take care of everything this time. He deserved it. When you felt confident with your plan, you let Seungsik know that same night that you wanted him ready at 6:00 pm tomorrow. You took the day off, so you could clean your house and prep things for the night. You decided to do Seungsik’s favorite things. The first stop was to go for coffee to this new shop one of your coworkers recommended you. Next stop, go to one of his fave Japanese restaurants. Then you wanted to invite him to your apartment, so you could show him off your new mixology skills. You’ve been teaching yourself to make cocktails lately. Always on your never-ending search for new hobbies. And you felt you were pretty good at it, so you were dying to make him some of his favorite drinks. And it felt right because if you ended up deciding to get drunk you were gonna avoid a lot of, let’s say, unpleasant steps.

Finally, you were getting ready, and you decided to go for an all-black outfit. Black turtleneck sweater, black leather skirt, and black stockings. Today was cold, so a sherpa black denim jacket and black platform boots were a must. You went for gold jewelry and your beloved pink wool scarf. As for your makeup, your routine had changed to simply concealer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, and whatever lipstick you were vibing lately. You quickly gave your dog some water, food, and a little pad in case he needed to do his little business. “I’ll come back later Maxy, be good.” Grabbed all your keys and made your way to the café. Seungsik was already there when you arrived. He was waiting for you outside. It made you so happy to see him. And it may sound cheesy, but when you saw his outfit, you couldn’t help but smile. He was wearing the pink satin jacket you bought him a few years ago. Black turtleneck sweater, black denim jeans, and black boots. One would have thought that you managed to dress the same on purpose. When you got closer, you both couldn’t help but laugh at how you both looked. You were the one who hugged him first. For some reason, he had thought it was a good idea to stand outside in the freezing cold waiting for you to come. So, when he felt your hug, he was so glad you were this warm. It was one of those hugs where he could feel all the warmth radiating from you. For you, it was different. For a moment everything felt so calm, so safe, like nothing could hurt you. He softly rubbed your back and finally talked. “Let’s go inside, my face is getting numb from the cold”. You laughed in his chest, and he took you in his arms and walked together to order something. The café had this Parisian feel to it. It was beautiful and Seungsik told you he loved it. That got you happy once again. He ordered an espresso and you had a latte. As soon as you tasted them, you both looked at the eyes of each other, without having to speak you know he meant he didn’t like it because you thought the same about your drink. “You want to taste mine?” You offered. He gave you his cup too, so you could try it, and both had the same eyes again. You had to laugh now because both drinks were really bad, and you weren’t used to that. He muttered, “well at least the place is nice, we could take some photos”. Later you met the owner, and you found out that it’s only been open for three days. So, you agreed to come back another day to give them another chance. Seungsik’s been insisting on taking photos of you here. He said you looked adorable in this place and that you actually needed to update your feed. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at that. He knew you weren’t fond of taking pics, but ultimately, you gave in to his request. And he wasn’t lying, you felt cute in the pictures he took, but that was enough effort for the day. You figured it was time to take him to eat, so you got into your car and headed to the restaurant. His favorite restaurant turned into your favorite too after a few years. Since it always reminded you of him. You’ve been here with your other friends, but it’s never the same without Seungsik. Being here, watching him in the subtle red glow of neon signs, you realize how cool he looks right now, particularly with his cherry-red hair, in your eyes he’s always been the best guy ever. He is unaware of your gaze, looking at the menu, deciding what to order. The scenario you had was begging to be captured, so you took your phone out and took a picture of your best friend. He noticed after you took it, and he just gave you a sweet smile. The servers already knew you two were regulars, so they always took special care of you. Tonight you went for some gyozas, ramen, and an order of sushi to share. A few beers and you were set. “I’ve been meaning to talk about your hair” he blurted out. You narrowed your eyes and gave him a playful smile but didn’t say anything, urging him to keep talking. “You dyed it, I- I mean” he started stuttering for some reason. it was just you, though? “I really like it, out of

all your looks I think this is my favorite” and now you blushed. “When did you change it? Last time I saw you, you still had your two-toned thing going on.” You tilted your head and rested your chin on your hand to think about it a bit. “Around mid-December, I think? It was before Christmas, for sure.” “Well, I like it” you smiled with his words and he smiled knowing that his words made you happy. Your food came, and the conversation moved on to some work stuff. How you both have been busier lately. Then you mentioned your parents and what you did over the holidays. How stressed you were at the end of the year because you took care of everything those days. He told you he’s been stressed for a while too because he moved to another apartment, finally on his own. You told him you had seen Diane and Ash last week for Ash’s birthday. That her boyfriend threw her a little surprise party and how you thought that those two are gonna end up married soon. He asked about Diane. She was the only one of your friends that he really liked for some reason. “She actually moved back into my building! Her clothing line has been doing really well, that’s why she came back.” “And what about you?” He fixed his gaze on you. “What do you mean? I’ve been talking about me all this time” His question threw you off, along with his expression. Suddenly, an air of seriousness. Seungsik repeated, “About you, tell me what you’ve been up to? Who are you going out with? i don’t know something like that.” The first thing you could do was shrug. “I mean I’m good? everything’s calm for once, but — you remember Louis, right?” Seungsik couldn’t hide his disgust. He hated Louis. His face turned into a frown, and he crossed his arms. Instinctively rejecting the thought of that person. You continued telling him. “Well, it’s not actually something, but he’s still there, you know? he begs me constantly to go out with him, i haven’t seen him in about 8 months or so? Apparently, he’s dying to be with me again, but you know him.” “Yeah, good, don’t go out with him.” It wasn’t funny, but you chuckled at that. “Yeah, don’t worry, I’m not planning on it.” Seungsik hated Louis since the moment you met him. He knew he wasn’t serious about anything. And with time, he knew how unaware Louis was about all he had when you were in a relationship. He didn’t understand what you loved about him, despite all the times he heard you say it. In his eyes, you were far too much for that good-for-nothing dumbass. He figured he always thought that way because you’re his best friend. He loved you too much to see you with someone like that. But maybe somewhere along the way, he got confused about that love. Or possibly, involuntarily, he maintained that love as platonic. You raised your brow at him, watching how his mind went somewhere else, “what’s on your mind? tell me". He hadn’t even noticed he was clenching his teeth. “just thinking about how unlucky we are in love” lie. But that made you laugh. “Seungsik, you’re saying that as if it was new information”, “we’re dumb that’s all.” You took a few more beers, and he asked you if you wanted to share one of the desserts you loved in here. And you obviously said yes. He told you that he had talked to his mom earlier. “Mom says she misses you, she asked me how you’ve been doing, but I didn’t know what to tell her, so you need to visit her soon.” Moments like this, when he says those kinds of things, make you think how lucky you are to have him in your life. It’s not common to be this meshed in someone’s life. All you could do was smile and nod at him. The silence between you was starting to burn. Onset to illuminate something else. You explained to Seungsik that your next and last stop was your house, so you paid the bill and made your way out of the restaurant. The entire staff seeing you off loudly, “mata okoshi kudasaimase!”. It was getting even colder outside, making your nose turn red instantly. You had left your car a little far from the restaurant, so you clung to Seungsik’s torso. And as if

it were the most mundane act, he placed his arm around you. Enjoying the source of a bit of warmth once again. Walking along the street in each other’s embrace. Relishing in the other’s perfumes. Content. Just when you thought you were walking alone, a guy in the street approached you and offered to sell you flowers. As you were mistaken for a couple by him. Both laughed it off because that was a regular occurrence whenever you went out, but it always caught you off guard, like now. You never explained to others that you’re not together because you know the exact words that’ll come out of their mouths. “But you look so good together!” Yes, we know.“Are you sure you’re not a couple?” As far as we know, we’re just friends. It’s simply bothersome to discuss the nature of your relationship with strangers. But at the same time, one would think you were staying away from that conversation yourselves. Ultimately, Seungsik bought you a couple of flowers from the guy, thanking him for the small bouquet as you walked away. Still headed to your car, you kept laughing about what just happened. “So that was new”, you giggled as you searched for your car keys. He smirked while you unlocked your car doors, once you were both inside he joked and said, “next time pay for your own flowers won’t you?” When you entered your house, your dog Max didn’t waste time jumping at Seungsik’s feet. His little tail wagging incessantly, giving him the most enthusiastic welcome, which made you jealous. Your tiny baby quickly forgot about you as soon as he saw your best friend, which hasn’t been at your place in about forever. “Hello Maxy, you’ve gotten so big!!!” His voice getting into a high pitch as if he were talking to a baby. Which he was. He held up your dog, again, like a baby. Soon you cleaned up his mess, thankfully it wasn’t much so you got done with it in 5 minutes. You stood next to him while he kept baby talking to your fur baby. Top 10 most heartwarming scenes in your life. Finally, your dog remembered you existed and started slipping away from Seungsik’s hold. When you took him, you mumbled in your baby voice too, “oh so you like Seungsikie more than me now, huh? can’t blame you, Maxy.” Seungsik wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that, or if he just has excellent hearing. However, he got this fuzzy feeling even though your place was freezing. His eyes followed you as you set your dog in his tiny bed with a little bone to chew at. He noticed how you were rushing to do things just so you could give him all your attention again. A sensation burning brighter. You finally came back to him and pushed him into your kitchen, which made him laugh at your action. You brought Seungsik to your little island and made him sit on a stool. When he saw everything you had left on the counter, he asked, “what’s all this?” “Behold!” gesturing him all your things neatly put in a stand which included a shaker, jiggers, various strainers, and a mixing glass. Along with bottles with different liquors and some new glasses you had bought for tonight’s drinks. A few herbs, leaves, and orange slices weren’t missing either. You were so proud of your setup that it had your hands on your hips with a proud look on your face. Then you clapped your hands together, making Seungsik jump at the sudden sound. “SO, I have everything for your faves, get ready to have me as your favorite bartender from now on.” A smug expression now on your face. First, you got some coffee out to start making a cup of espresso. While you allowed the coffee to steep, Seungsik was wrapped in the smell of the coffee grounds, already knowing which drink was coming his way. His view was a bit limited from where he was sitting, all he could see was how focused you were on doing this and that in the counter. You actually know what you’re doing with alcoholic drinks, so you can say they’re pretty easy to make. But the chances of messing them up are really high too. Mixology really is an art. You prepped the glasses with ice cubes and poured the Liquor 43 in each

of them, all that was left was the espresso, and they were done. You and Seungsik have had them with a lit-up cinnamon stick on top, which is an excellent plus, but maybe it’d be too much now when it’s just the two of you. Handing him the glass seemed like an accomplishment. You’ve been thinking about this moment for days. You wanted to clink glasses, and he got up from the stool. Suddenly, you felt how tall he was as he was facing you. His eyes crinkled when he said, “cheers!” You knew the drink was good, you MADE IT. But now you needed to know if it had lived up to Seungsik’s expectations. You were holding on to your glass for dear life, just waiting for a sign, an expression, anything. He wanted to toy with you. He saw the anticipation in your eyes. And in your whole body, actually. You seemed like a puppy waiting to be picked up. Trying his best not to demonstrate any emotion, he placed the glass on the counter and spent a few minutes squinting his eyes, pursing his lips, as if he was some connoisseur all of a sudden. Catching up on his game, you rolled your eyes and lightly hit him in the arm. Now he threw his head back in amusement, touching the spot where your hand had touched his arm. Still laughing, he finally assured you that he loved it. “it’s so good i can’t believe you” — “never thought you’d make drinks this GOOD.” “and if you keep that game going on that’s the last one you’ll get” you retorted. But soon your exasperation turned into a beaming smile followed by a giggle. Even prouder than before. “you’re so annoying, i swear.” As you slowly emptied your glasses, you started telling him about your journey in making cocktails. How you just decided one day that you wanted to learn how to make good drinks and spent several weeks attempting to master some recipes. You told him it’s not really hard because it’s not like you’re set on becoming a pro, but that you still needed a lot of practice and patience. “i can teach you later if you want.” After those words, he felt motivated to finish his drink and return to the kitchen with you. It was amusing seeing him like this. He looked awkward at your kitchen, not knowing whether you were gonna let him do something or just explain the steps to making a drink. The next drink you had thought of was even simpler. A gin and tonic with frozen berries and mint leaves. You urged Seungsik to get closer so he could see everything going on. When you reached for the alcohol and tonic water, you asked him to fill other glasses with berries and a bit of ice. When he brought them back, he stood beside you, watching how you filled them with the new mix. Shortly, you grabbed the mint leaves you had in front of you and handed some to him. “go crazy.” You were about to taste it when he stopped you because he wanted to clink glasses again. Or so you thought. Because in fact, he cheered softly, “to another 10 years”, which made you lock eyes with him. You could only muster up to raise the glass. You moved to your sofa and started talking about your friendship. Which was brought up from his most recent words. “can’t believe it’s been about 10 years and we’re still here”, “not many people get to that.” He said while facing you. It made you think. Well, certainly not. We go through so much in our lives, we grow constantly. And that means that we outgrow feelings, even whole parts of ourselves. Our lives change, and that means people leave. Friends leave. In some cases, we are the ones who end up leaving. And that never stops. So, when you acknowledge there’s someone in your life where you only feel a quiet calmness when they’re around, you have to make sure they stay a part of your life. With Seungsik, even a text or a phone call at the end of the day would always bring a smile to your face. You’ve been through enough in the past years to know that neither of you will leave the other. As time goes by, you’ve made sure to keep safe in your heart all the memories you’ve made together. From the countless nights where you went out to get intoxicated; where

you would run to him and cry your eyes out because someone had hurt you; to the days you would drag him to concerts where he didn’t know who the artist was. And the most insignificant things (to most people) as well. Like the times he would send you a song just because it made him think of you; the notes he would give you when you were in school; to even the short walks to anywhere because for a few minutes you were hugging all his warmth. You finally spoke, ”i’m really glad you haven’t left my life, i mean it” and leaned your head on his shoulder. Over the years, you had found you’re quite content in just having him nearby. Sure, you’ve been in romantic relationships before, you’ve been in love. But the love you and Seungsik have for each other is different. Even if you haven’t acknowledged it yet. The intimacy between you is what everyone would dream of having in their lives. The talking with your eyes. The way, you can’t go 2 seconds without some sort of physical touch. The back rubs when you hug. The late-night talks in your cars. And days like today especially. He had leaned his head against yours earlier. But both ended up spending minutes wrapped in your own thoughts instead of doing or saying something else. Strangely so, you’ve never had felt the rush to act on your feelings. And tonight wasn’t any different, both just enjoying how close you were at the moment. The night felt endless, you kept making drinks, but in the end, you both got drunk enough to go back to basics. Meaning beers. The heartfelt comments from earlier turned into jokes. Jokes turned into half-drunk singing to some random list of greatest hits on youtube for hours. He could hear you sing the same song on replay for days. He has always loved your voice, and tonight, he sat on your sofa to watch you sing one of your favorite songs. He could see the passion you felt, and his eyes couldn’t hide how he felt about you. For the first time in years, he wanted to kiss you. When the song ended, you turned to your left to face him. Not being sure if you or him were already very drunk, but there was something about the way he was staring at you that you felt like you were meant to fall for him all along. Both brushed off those thoughts once again when you asked him if he was already drunk. “i got sleepy all of a sudden” his code for yes. He sank into your couch and whined, “i should go before it gets too late.” You ended up cuddling next to him, drunk enough to feel your eyes closing on their own. Seungsik soon lovingly running his fingers through your hair. Relishing on how relaxed he was making you feel. You mumbled he should stay. “it’s not like you have work tomorrow.” His eyes were closed, too, and he wasn’t expecting those words at all. If he wasn’t this tired or drunk, he wouldn’t have been able to keep his composure in front of you. He even stopped the movements of his hand and stilled it at your shoulder. You gently moved your hand, so it could rest on top of his. It was just a touch. Innocent like friends. But it’s like time stopped for him. He now knew how he’s been lying to himself all along. You were touching his hand so casually, but it was driving him wild. It’s like you had electric charges in your fingertips. And he couldn’t deny he loved you more than a friend. Not a word was said for the rest of the night. You both fell asleep like that. Both wanting to stay right there a little longer. And that’s how you slept together for the first time. No kisses, no sex, just sleeping. Seungsik woke up first and saw you still asleep. Both still in the same position. He smiled when he saw you deep in slumber. He attempted to hold you closer to him without waking you up. Falling in love. Last night, he heard those words in his head. He realized he would’ve rather spent valentine’s with you. In fact, he actually never wants to have another date if it’s not with you. Currently, he hears his heart saying, you’re all i want. At long last, he decided to wake you up. He moved your shoulder, tickled your ear, and moved

his fingers through your hair again. You finally yawned, meaning you had woken up. You felt it was a miracle how you weren't feeling hungover but actually starving. With one eye open and the other closed, you turned your face upwards to get a look at Seungsik. He smiled at your face and whispered, “i’m hungry let's get some food come on” and with that, he kissed your cheek. Once you were awake enough to realize what he did, you stared at his eyes while he did the same. You don’t know if you imagined the small lingering moment, the way you’d both held your breaths as if time stopped. Both thinking that you should wait, that you shouldn’t be this close for the sake of your friendship. While the other part of you didn’t want to wait any longer and was screaming for you to finally take that step. Both knew that you loved each other without needing to say it. He ran his fingers through your hair for the second time today. You were about to kiss when your phone started to ring. The two of you were brought down back to earth against your will. You didn’t care about the call. Not planning to answer this early while you were with him, but it felt like the universe wasn’t agreeing on you two yet. Eventually, you got up from the sofa to stretch your legs and took the chance to go see who had called you. And you audibly groaned at the name that appeared on your screen. Seungsik hesitated to ask, but he did it anyway. “who was it?” Although, based on your reaction, he already had someone in mind.

"You don’t want to know,” you told him while you let out a dry laugh. Not even wanting to think about him yourself. When he asked if it was Louis and you nodded at him, he felt upset. That’s when he comprehended that he didn’t want to play games anymore. He just wanted to be with you. And by the look in your eyes, it was not just him who thought that. Finally, you were undeniably in sync with one another.

[seraphdreams]

christmas lights

poc fem!reader x soft dom! kags, angst (kinda), soft morning sex, very vanilla and fluffy.

wc - 1.4k

it was a rough few days. you had just got into a serious argument with kageyama. a bout of words, only said out of anger, run through your mind. the way he was so stubborn and ignorant to your needs had a pain stabbing through your heart.

“i swear you’re so needy! why can’t you just listen to me for once?!” he had said that night, his voice ringing through you’re mind like a bell, nonstop, and over and over.

you hugged yourself under the large, warm comforter. there you lay in bed, watching the romantic christmas movies on the holiday channel, scarfing down ice cream like it’s nothing. you hadn’t talked to tobio ever since the big argument. he was at an away game and stayed at a hotel with the team. not once leaving a message or calling.

but you were used to it, his outbursts. the way he’d be so childlike as to not care about his doting girlfriend.

“i don’t care what he’s doing” you angrily babble to yourself as you get up to throw away the now empty tub of ice cream. the chirping of birds on your balcony got your attention. pretty smidges of red, blue and green twinkle under the early morning light. decorations upon decorations coming into hazy view.

you rested your hands on the railing, taking in the crisp, cold air. sitting in bed wasn’t going to help your spirits, no. you needed to be outdoors doing something fun. “let me call my friend real quick” you whisper, turning around quickly and hopping to your bed stand

“hey”. a deep voice causes you to freeze, the tall frame of your lover standing in the doorway. blue glassy eyes stare into yours. you relax your tense body and roll your eyes.

“hi tobio” you drag out, almost uninterested. but he seen. he seen how you were fawning over the festivities, and how the glow of sunlight on your pretty brown skin made you seem almost ethereal. he really truly enjoyed seeing you happy.

his eyes dance across the room as he lays a finger on his chin trying to think up something. “uhhh, um, i-well i” he pauses for a brief moment to clear his throat. you give him an annoyed puzzled glare, causing him to shift on his feet. “babe, i’m sorry for yelling at you. i was just so stressed with practice and the ga-“ he sighs, dropping his volleyball bag to the side before continuing.

“look, i didn’t mean to hurt you in any way. i got some time off so we could do something. anything you want.” he compromises, hoping to see if your atmosphere would get a little warmer.

you amble toward him, chocolate coils bouncing with every step. “anything?” you give him your best puppy eyes while reaching for his hand. he takes it in his, pressing a gentle kiss onto the back of yours. “anything.”

it doesn’t take long for kageyama to get worked up, moving his lips from your hand to your cheek, then to your plump lips that curled into a smile. his gentle pecks was all enough to make you reassured. you deepen the kiss, pulling him closer until your chest was pressed onto his. the material of his t-shirt balled in your fist.

his rough calloused hands move from inside his adlers track jacket pockets to around your waist, gripping at the soft flesh. deep groans escape as he places open mouth kisses along the side of you neck, nipping ever so lightly. “missed you” he drawls. you drape your arms over his shoulders, inhaling his scent. fresh, like always.

he breaks from the kiss, panting. you gaze into his dark blue orbs, noticing no hidden intent behind them. just pure lust. “tobio?” you ask, tilting you head to the side. his cheeks are flushed pink and eyes unfocused. “..want you” he mumbles. you nod your head, melting into his tranquil touch.

he kisses your forehead, then picks you up. you wrap your legs around his slender waist as you feel the breeze of him placing you on the soft sheets behind you.

a chill breeze flows through the air making the curtains dance, orange light peering through. tobio slides in between your legs, staring down at you. you giggle at his advance. somehow he always seemed to be intense but right now, he was nothing of the sort. he kneels down to carefully pull the sweats, along with your underwear, off your legs. your exposed thighs were like gold. the glistening of the sun on your deep sepia skin, sparkling in the reflection of blueberries eyes.

he lightly runs his pale fingers down your thigh. he taps on the flesh ever so gently. you spread them out farther in response. he rests on his knees, in front of your glossy folds. licking his puffy pink lips, he sucks on your clit. you arch your back in surprise at the wet warmth succumbing to your body. his tongue swirls around the nub, drawing patterns as his sharp eyes study your face. his pretty girl falling into the sensation.

he pulls away. long digits running along your slit. he dips a finger in then out. “tobio” you mewl, hand over your face. he chuckles, repeating his action before slipping in two fingers. “so wet” he says. the ghost of his breath casting overs your cunt. he pumps curling his fingers against the velvety wall. you run your hand under your skin, playing with your hard nipples. kageyama watches as you come undone, fingering deeper and harder. “please tobio, please” you cry out, free hand tangled in his black locks. you can feel yourself tightening on his fingers, coating them in your slick. the lewd noises of your body filling up the room. he prods at your sweet spot, watching how it makes you tighten and moan, tits bouncing in his view.

you felt the coil in your abdomen build up. he used his tongue to lap around your clit, determined for you to reach your high. “i’m gonna-“ you’re orgasming, tumbling off the edge, panting as you scramble to find a something to grab onto to steady you. his fingers gently push into you once more, riding out your orgasm.

“easy” tobio coos, pressing on your stomach so you could remain grounded. he stands up, his hard on begging to be freed from the grey shorts he had on. he kisses the tip of your cute rounded nose. he then searches through his drawer to find a condom. coming back to you, he pulls his shorts down, condom bearing between his teeth. his cock leaking beads of precum from the slit and flushed pink at the tip. he slips on the condom, pumping himself a few times afterward

he nudges the head against your walls, pushing in slowly. the slight burn of him splitting you open goes away quickly. he lets out a shaky breath. “fuck”. once he’s situated inside, he begins to thrust.

he keeps his movements gentle, gripping the soft flesh of your waist. a singe of pleasure trills down your spine as you let out whimpers and moans. his thick cock repeatedly hitting in the perfect spot not even you could reach. “s’good?” he asks, his voice light and airy from his moans. your bottom lip is tucked back by your teeth and all you could do was nod. his hands explore your body, fingers twirling around your dark curls.

you buck your hips up, matching his thrusts. you didn’t think he could go any deeper but he did, putting pressure against your cervix. “tobio!” you gasp, eyes shot from the pleasure. “feels...good” you hum. you scratch at his back unable even find the words to explain how good you feel. “so tight, baby” he groans. it doesn’t take long for his fingers to find their way to your clit again, rubbing harsh circles on the bud. the coil in your stomach starts building up again. he thrusts harder in that one spot, until your screaming his name and you coat his cock with your cream color.

the next few strokes are slightly painful, only until he finally hits his high.

he collapses on the bed next to you, playing with your hair

“anything else you wanna do after this?” he asks, voice shaky

“can we go see the christmas lights later?” you pant

“definitely”

[anonquack]

| Give In |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 1858

Warnings: None!

Summary: The twitter trending page brings attention to some feelings you and Quackity had been avoiding, but it also allows you two to admit said feelings.

As a fairly popular streamer, it wasn't uncommon to see your name on the Twitter trending page every once in a while. However, it had never been for something quite like this.

It was currently trending at #6, viewers going crazy over certain interactions that had happened during Quackity's stream.

Now, it wasn't uncommon for you to be on Quackity's streams, and it certainly wasn't uncommon for either of you to act the way you had acted during that night's stream. But something was obviously different this time around.

The trend was regarding a possible relationship between two content creators in the same community, and consisted of people freaking out over certain clips of that night's stream or other people bringing other clips from months prior explaining their theories on how this has been going on for months now.

It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, seeing the world associate you with Quackity in such a way. I mean, he was funny, and he was certainly attractive. But it didn't make it any less strange.

You had been scrolling through the trending hashtag, looking at the tweets and crazy theories some viewers had come up with, nervously biting at your nails, perhaps a laugh here and there at the tweets that were ridiculously far fetched.

That night's stream was like any other, a casual Jackbox stream with a few other content creators in the same friend group, a rather chill, yet chaotic, stream. It had started perfectly fine until halfway through, the jokes and verses shared didn't seem like jokes anymore, nor did they stop coming. It wasn't weird or uncommon for the viewers to witness you flirting with Quackity or vice versa. But it had never gone to this extent.

It was always a fair balance of "I hate you so much" mixed with flirty remarks here and there. That night's stream had just been nonstop flirting though. And at the moment it didn't seem too bad, it felt natural, you were comfortable behaving that way with Quackity.

After stream ended, everybody had said their goodbyes to each other and you'd gone to lay in bed to use your phone. Only to be slapped in the face with the fact that you and Alex were now trending because people were freaking out over the idea that you two might actually be dating or into each other.

How much of the bullshit you two were saying during the stream was actually real feelings and how much was for a bit? That was Twitter's current Hot Topic.

Watching the clips now made you realize how some were really out of pocket, and things that friends do not say to each other. Your hands moved on their own and soon enough, Bad was on the other end of the line, asking if you were okay.

"Bad," you breathed out after hearing his voice, "The people think Quackity and I are actually dating. Or into each other."

"Mm yeah, I saw on Twitter shortly after the stream ended.." He said, as you gently continued to bite at your nails.

"I.. rewatched the clips and I can kinda see why it was taken that way."

"I mean, it was just for a bit, no?"

"That's the thing."

".. What do you mean, Y/N?"

"It started off as a bit.. but lately it's been happening off stream too and.. I don't know. My feelings are all over the place and I'm just so confused."

Your small ramble was met with silence, Bad trying to do his best with this new information, and scrambling to look for supportive words that could help his friend.

"Oh–" He paused, before continuing, "Have you talked to him? Maybe try and see how he feels about it trending? Or just the fact that people think you guys are dating? His reaction could be telling of how he feels."

Bad's words were ringing against your temple. His suggestion was for you to straight up ask Quackity how he felt about being associated to you romantically. That sounded like an absolute nightmare.

After a few minutes and more reassuring words, the call ended and you felt this sense of courage wash over you. Bad had motivated you enough to feel like you were strong/brave enough to confront Quackity. Before anything could take place, you received a message from none other than Quackity.

Quackity Have you seen?

Y/N

Call me

It didn't take even a few seconds for your phone to start ringing.

"Y/N" He breathed out, it was obvious that this was affecting him as well. How, exactly? You weren't too sure. He could be bothered at the idea of dating, or maybe he was confused as well.

"They think we're dating." You said softly.

"They do."

There was silence for a bit before you spoke up again.

"And how do you feel about that?"

"I don't really mind it."

His words shocked you, but they came out with the same smoothness you had grown to like over the last few months. It was a tone he only used with you, whether it be during a stream where you two were bickering over stupid shit, or off stream just randomly talking and complimenting the other.

It was the tone he used late at night on call, the tone that sent shivers down your spine, interlacing and dripping down like honey, yet you'd shrug it off, claiming the AC was up too high.

After a moment, you finally respond.

"Yeah? How come?"

"They've thought that for several months now."

"But it doesn't bother you? They're shoving you into a relationship with your friend."

"Does it bother you?"

Silence again.

"No.."

"How come?"

"..don't know."

There was a small pause, you could hear your heart beating rapidly in your ears, scared of what he'd think at the small confession. But he didn't say anything, swiftly changing the topic instead.

"I watched the clips."

"Me too."

"I can see where they got those ideas from."

Silence. Before he continued.

"Y/N, there are clips that are months old. Just you and I flirting with each other. Me offering a kiss, you threatening to take my kiss privileges when I take a joke too far. You telling me to shut up, the random 'I miss you's and interactions on other people's streams, the way your voice softens when you join my late night streams just to talk to me.. so many different things."

As he talked, you couldn't help but close your eyes in- almost shame- nervously biting at your nails as multiple thoughts raced through your head, possible feelings that might have been buried in order to avoid any awkward confrontations. His listing continued and it only made you more anxious.

"I saw them. I saw, Quackity. I'm not fucking blind." Perhaps it came out harsher than you wanted, but he certainly wasn't helping.

His voice softened now, noticing the tone in your voice, but continuing to make his point. "And that doesn't even include the things we say off stream, Y/N."

There was silence ringing through the call once again. It was a moment for both of you to process everything that had been said so far. Try to decipher what it could possibly mean for the both of you.

"What does that mean, Alex?" Your voice no longer held that harsh tone to it, instead there was exhaustion. Having so many thoughts was draining.

"It could mean anything we want it to mean. I'm sorry for pushing all of this on you now, but twitter has just.. let's just say it's got me thinking."

His words made a small laugh escape your lips, and at the sound of your laugh, a small laugh left his lips as well.

"No, it's fine. I've been thinking about it too, and this conversation really helped clear up my confusion."

"What were you confused about?"

"My feelings. Y'know, towards you and stuff." The last part came out more as a mumble as you finally gave your nails a rest, letting your hand fall down onto your lap.

A small hum came from the phone's speaker, as if he was humming in agreement. "Then this cleared up my confusions as well."

Looking at the time, you realized that the two of you had been talking for a while now, and you were definitely feeling exhausted. He probably was too.

"Alex."

"Yes?"

"Thank you. I feel a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. It was.. nice, talking about this with you."

"I should thank you as well, you really.. opened my eyes."

This earned him a small laugh from you, before you sleepily rubbed at your eyes that were now stinging a bit.

"Lets sleep on it, yeah? There doesn't need to be any.. labels, or anything of the sort. We can figure it out along the way." You suggested.

He didn't say anything for a bit before he let out a small sigh. "Yeah, sounds good. But now that I've sort of acknowledged these feelings I was repressing, I'd eventually like to act on them."

"Of course. I do, too. But I'm just saying.. we don't have to do anything about it now. Lets just get some rest, hm? You sound pretty tired."

You lay on your bed, getting comfy with your blankets, half your face smudged into the pillow, phone resting on the pillow, speaker loud enough for you to hear his response.

"I am pretty tired. Are you going to sleep, too?"

"I am."

"Then.. lets fall asleep on call."

This wasn't necessarily strange, or uncommon. It was just that neither of you had really ever said it out loud, it just happened when you two had talked too late into the night and one of you eventually fell asleep. You felt a warmth spread across your chest, nodding before realizing he couldn't see you.

"We could do that."

There was shuffling at the other end of the line, presumably Quackity getting into bed.

After that, you two continued conversation, small talk regarding whether he had eaten today and what he had done prior to the jackbox stream, until eventually the two of you fell asleep.

There didn't have to be any labels yet, or any announcement to the viewers. What mattered was that you and Alex were comfortable, and that you figured out what both of you wanted, and whether or not it was being together.

You were in it for the long haul, as a friend or as a lover, you didn't know, nor did it matter. All you knew was that as long as Alex Quackity was present, everything would be alright. No matter any labels or Twitter trends.

In fact, perhaps the Twitter trends weren't too bad. It had made you realize your feelings for your cute friend that was now sleeping, on call with you, who knows how many miles away. It was a heartwarming thought.

When it comes to Alex Quackity, it is impossible to not give in at some point. Give in to the possibility of love and friendship. At your own paces.

[thefanficmonster]

Just Another One

Sequel to: ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’

Corpse Husband x Actress!Reader (Female)

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Mention of bad past relationships, Swearing

Genre: Angst, Romance, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: They keep proving each other right in the most wrong ways possible. They each want to be guarded even if that means the other will be hurt. Maybe that’s what they want - to hurt one another because they’ve already hurt each other once before.

Requested by the lovely readers who enjoyed the previous fic ‘A Little Bit Of Honesty’. Sorry for the large time gap between the posting of the two fics but I still hope you guys will take the time to read it and if so I hope you enjoy it! Love you all with all my heart, Vy ❤

When you go out of your way to avoid leaving the house your options of entertainment are severely limited and you can’t blame anyone or anything but yourself for it. Today, I wouldn’t have gone out of my apartment even if I was one of those people who frequent the outdoors seeing as how the sky is trying to flood the Earth with all this nonstop rain. It does set a mood for a perfect night in but when you spend all your nights in doing the same thing over and over again, the atmosphere is practically meaningless. And so I ‘ve decided to resort to channel surfing as though I’ll find something interesting on TV that I haven’t yet seen on one of my social media timelines.

I pass several cooking channels on my journey, making a mental note of their individual numbers in case I don’t stumble across anything capable of better distracting me from my boredom and loneliness that’s slowly starting to creep in. I pass by a few movie channels showing teenage romcoms as if to celebrate the start of summer so you can imagine how quickly I moved on from those. Then come the celebrity channels which can often get a laugh out of me because of how pathetic and unbelievably ridiculous they are. And so, I stick around one where there’s a broadcast on a movie showing that’s happening tonight in LA. Oddly enough, despite my anxiety, going to a movie showing has always been on my list of things I’d want to do. This can be considered living vicariously or rubbing salt into the wound that I’ll probably never go because my anxiety and fear of being recognized is too severe. Either way I stick around to watch it.

And man do I regret it now looking at several different angels of a couple of actors entering the venue where they are to be photographed and asked questions by the mob of paparazzi that’s gathered due to the massive event. That in and of itself doesn’t sound - and really isn’t - so bad. However, it’s important to note that the actress in this duo is Y/N. Y/N L/N. My Y/N....shit, sorry, I mean my FRIEND Y/N, her arm linked with whatever-the-fuck-his-name-is who is holding an umbrella above the both of them, shielding them from the downpour of rain that is also taking place in LA apparently.

“The two were seen entering the venue earlier this evening, looking particularly cozy in each other’s presence if I do say so myself. The rain probably worked nicely in their favor.“ The first reporter says, her teasing tone of voice sending chills of anger down my spine as I glare at the screen, hands balled in fists, jaw clenched - all my body’s instinctive reactions to what is being shown to me. I know I technically have no right to behave or feel this way, in fact I should be fucking happy for Y/N and her successful career and the progress in her love life. But damn it how can I?! I was so damn close to kissing this girl! I was so fucking close to falling in another trap, tripping and landing in the embrace of another liar and user, another girl who switches partners more often than shoes. How could I’ve been so reckless to get so close to her even platonically? How did we become close enough for me to 1) show her my face; 2) start inviting her over to my apartment regularly; and how didn’t I notice the kind of messed up person she was all that time.

She was all sweet and flirting and shit a week or so ago and now she’s doing the exact same thing with him! The cameras are capturing them perfectly: every laugh, every exchange of a knowing look or nod, ever smack to his arm when he tells a joke. But what bothers me most is the many times he’s wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer. Not just for pictures, but just because the fucker felt like it! And Y/N doesn’t seem to mind it at all. 

“They have been the talk of the town recently, so while they could just be adding fuel to the fire, they could also have been caught by the flame and ‘caught feelings’ as they say. Regardless these two are a view we’d like to see more often.“ The other reporter says and that’s the final straw.

In one swift motion I turn the TV off and throw the remote across the room. It hits the wall and falls to the ground in several pieces, broken by the force of the impact. Just like I am broken by the force of the impact of these news. I don’t know which is worse: the fact that I fell for her and almost let her know it; the fact that she’s just another member of the club I don’t want anywhere near my life; or the fact that I can’t believe it.

Yeah that’s right - one foolish part of me refuses to believe that’s she’d do such a thing. I think that’s the same part which is still in awe of her so you can bet I ignore that part the majority of the time.

She is just another one. Not the one. Having been hurt before doesn’t mean she won’t hurt me or anyone else she’s gonna be with. Hurt people hurt people.

And damn has she hurt me, probably without knowing a damn thing. How selfish can you be, Y/N? How selfish can you really get? And how much am I going to allow you to hurt me?

                                                             *  *  *

“Thank you so much, Andrew. I would’ve died on the spot of anxiety if I was on my own.“ I say to my best friend who is currently sitting next to me on a park bench, in a tux, eating a cheeseburger. I too am still in my gown and am also gorging on a cheeseburger of my own.

“Don’t mention it. Us anxious people need to stick together.“ He bumps his shoulder against mine, stealing a small genuine smile from me, “Plus I couldn’t not come with you. You know how much I like a good rumor.“

I scoff, “Of course you do, but then again there was no need to add to what the media has already made a whole-ass ship out of.” I roll my eyes and take another bite. My appetite hasn’t been in its best condition so I’m only eating this under Andrew’s orders. I have no idea how people can ship us romantically, he’s the definition of an older - and very bossy - brother to me. I wish I could tell each and every single one of those girls who hate me because I’ve ‘stolen their man’ that I’d most likely be their sister in law rather than man snatcher, seeing as how my relationship with Andrew is so sibling-like.

That’s because we’re too alike, no one gets that. People play the ‘opposites attract’ car more often than I consider rational. But  then again when they see a couple like Andrew and I - who are basically the same person in different bodies - they suddenly think we’re super compatible. Trust me, we’re not. And everyone who’s been on set with us will tell you the same.

“What can I say...“ he shrugs, smirking at me, “I like the fun. I bet Becca doesn’t though.“

I can’t help but huff. Andrew is the only one I’ve ever openly expressed my frustrations with Rebecca to. He was super helpful on the subject, seeing as how he can relate - many partners of his have tried to use him, some of which even succeeded. He’s more than qualified to school me on the topic but it turned more into sharing bad experiences. One of which was that instance back at Corpse’s apartment.

“And neither does Corpse I suppose.“ As though he’s read my mind, he pokes the hurt spot, pouring salt in the wound causing me to visibly cringe as though the pain was physical - because it was, I felt it in my chest and in my gut, a sharp stab of guilt and regret. 

Why did I let it come to that? Why did I let us get so close? How did I not think of the consequences?

“I don’t care if he does or doesn’t.“ My hand automatically reaches for the pocket of the jeans I’m not even wearing in search of a cigarette. Not that I’d be able to light one even if I had them on me - Andrew would smack it out of my hand before I could even take a single puff.

He has the audacity to laugh, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/N.”

That’s all he needs to say really - that’s enough to make me feel seen and understood. Though that’s not always a good thing. I often times wish he couldn’t read me so well. Better said: I wish I didn’t let myself be so readable, you know. I’m just glad he’s the one who sees me because if it were anyone else they’d use this vulnerability of mine against me. I’m well aware that it’s a weakness, a really inconvenient one, but damn it I can’t get rid of it. I feel like I’ll be less human if I lose it. Everyone’s allowed to be vulnerable, some just are lucky enough to choose who they’ll be vulnerable around. I’m lucky enough to to have a choice, not so lucky in the people I choose to trust. Guess that’s not a luck thing, it’s just my inability to decipher whether a person is worth all the pain and torture of coming clean to them or not. So far many people have burnt me but two stick out in particular - Becca and Corpse. Corpse especially, which is the odd thing considering he hasn’t even wronged me in any way. At least not yet.

“Your phone’s vibrating.“ Andrew says, pulling me out of my overflowing head when he hands me my phone which I handed to him because of my dress’ lack of pockets.

“Thanks.“ I mutter through a sigh as I take it from him, checking the notification I’ve gotten.

My stomach drops: it’s a message from Corpse.

“Hey I saw you are in LA but we have a stream tomorrow, will you still be participating?“

Before I can reply, he sends me another message.

“I know you’re probably very busy but we get the most viewership on the streams when you’re in them so....“

I’ve probably been staring at my phone screen for longer than I thought since Andrew felt the need to make sure I was still breathing: “Hey, you ok? You look terribly pale.” I can barely hear him let alone reply. I can’t hear my own thoughts to know what to reply to him. “Y/N, you’re scaring me.”

I’m scaring myself too, Andrew. I’m scared too. I’m scared of how broken my picker has become. I almost kissed this guy! I almost entrusted all my thoughts, hopes, wishes and goals to him! What the fuck was I thinking?! Well, at least I know what he was thinking about - viewership. Likes, subs, views, publicity. The more eyes on the stream the better for him and everyone else. I genuinely want to applaud him, no one has been so direct about using me before. I was in a relationship with Becca for almost a year before I accidentally found out what she had been doing the whole time. No one’s ever smacked me in the face with this much honesty. It’s bittersweet really.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, slap myself across the face, slap him...I want to do so much, but all I can do now is sit in silence and think of how I could be so stupid.

He’s just another one, how did I not see that? How do I never see it until it’s too late? Why is one part of me still screaming: ‘He didn’t mean it like that!’

AND WHY THE FUCK DO I WANT TO BELIEVE IT?

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[dreamwritesimagines]

Hi honey! How are you today? Good I hope ❤️

So, it broke my heart to read Aunt Lavinia talk about Elias and Anthony's childhood because all I could think was how Chérie was denied this. She could've grown up surrounded by family - a father, an ever present brother, aunt, uncle, cousins, family friends - but instead, all she had was her mother. They only had one another and this realization broke my heart.

Also, the more Cassie content we have the more I want, I really can't wait to know everything about her.

The conversation with Violet - chef's kiss - I want you to know I totally see these scenes with the actors in my head. I can actually visualize them playing it and I think it’s amazing your writing can do that.

We have new ships y’all, I repeat! WE HAVE NEW SHIPS! What do you think of Luna (Lucie + Iona) and Ashlove (Kenneth Ashdown + Hugh Trenlove)?

Hugh talking about the mustache though, it was so funny and at that moment I could no longer see them - Hugh and Chérie - in a romantic way, it exhaled best friend energy to me, you know when you tease a friend about their crush and vice versa 🤣

Oh and honey- I swear to God Anthony was some kind of radar or sixth sense that goes on whenever Chérie is alone because his timing is perfect, I'm telling ya

I must say again I praise Chérie for being honest about her feelings. She's an open book right now, she's communicating even though Anthony is the one insisting to talk and who’s not really saying anything, he's just reacting to whatever she says. I wonder if it was a thing for gentleman as well, to not talk about their feelings or if it's an Anthony thing... or both?

Finally, I must say I'm fucking scared about the maze scene now Chérie's saying she'll marry Pierre. For God's sake I can't- I can't have Chérie and Pierre I cannot- and I'm terrified she'll do something stupid. I'm feeling it- I have no idea what'll happen in that maze but it'll lead to stupid decisions, I'm sure of it and that's why we'll scream at you honey

Anyway I love you and thank you for another amazing chapter ❤️

Hi loveeeee, I'm good how about you?❤❤

Omg you're absolutely right! ❤ Like, Cherie's whole life would have been so different if that divorce didn't happen, but...💔 Cassie and her only had each other back in France, rather than a big family 💔

We will find out more about her soon! ❤

Omg omg that's so wonderful to hear! 😱

AAAAA NEW SHIP NAMES, I LOVE SHIP NAMES?!😍😍 LUNA AND ASHLOVE, I'M ALREADY FREAKING OUT! 😍

Best friend energy you say? ❤ It does make sense, especially because Hugh got overprotective of Cherie in time while still messing with her in a fun way 😂

Anthony is like watching her nonstop and immediately notices when she's not in the room 😁

Oh I definitely think it's both! Like, gentlemen were taught not to talk about their feelings and Anthony is especially bad at it in addition to all that 😂

The maze is coming this chapter and I'm so so so excited! ❤❤

I love you tooooo, you're amazing, thank you! ❤❤❤

[anabsolutetrainwreck]

welcome to the final show || h. styles

warnings: harry’s pov, breakup, swearing, angst, kind of written like a letter??

word count: 1.4k

summary: harry’s still not over your breakup...

What they don’t tell you about a breakup, is the painful reminders littered throughout the streets that they were once yours. Always the little things that send heart-wrenching shocks through your veins every time you see them.

That happened to me the other day, love. I don’t know why I still call you that; I haven’t seen you in months. But it still hurts. God, it hurts so much. I haven’t walked the scenic route home from the studio in a while, but I did the other day. And I walked past that little fruit market you used to like. If I’m honest, I forgot it was there. I stopped to buy some apples (green, just how you like) and Arthur asked how you are. You haven’t been in months, he said. Is it as painful for you as it was for me? I wanted to tell him that you were great, that we were going to order food that night instead of cooking. But I couldn’t. I had to tell him that we weren’t together anymore. 

I wrote a song about you today. It made Ny cry. She said she misses your spontaneous drop ins, telling us all to take a break and eat the lunch you’d bought. And I hate to say so, but I miss it too. I miss you. God, I’m so overworked. I wake up, write songs about how miserable I am, go to the studio to toy around with the instruments, come home, maybe cook but I’ll probably just order something, write some more about how lonely I am. I doubt I’ll ever release the song. It’s for you and me, love. Just us. I hope you hear it one day.

Sometimes I order what you’d have, just so I can pretend that you still live in my house. I dish it up and put on your favourite tv show - I think I’ve watched it through three or four times since you left. The ending always gets me. It’s always the endings, isn’t it? Nothing seems to end happily. I just want to feel like you’re still around. The shower looks empty without all of your fancy shampoos and your exotically scented products. I never understood why you needed so many, but they always made you smell incredible. I bought some of your vanilla milk and papaya stuff last week, just to remember how you smell. 

Do you know what I think I miss most? I miss waking up beside you. I still reach out for you in the mornings, like a reflex. But you’re never there and I don’t know why it stills upsets me when I discover that you’re so. It’s been months. It’s been months and it still upsets me. I pray that one day I’ll wake up and feel your head on my chest, your body tucked beneath my arm. 

I saw your sister last month, she probably told you. She said you hadn’t mentioned me in a while. I’d asked about you, of course I had. Is it true you haven’t mentioned me? Are you over it? Over us? Because I’m not. I just wish I could still hold you. Still whisper things in your ear. Still crack all those inside jokes we share.

That’s another thing: I find myself in so many situations that are just perfect to crack a joke that only you would understand. But you’re not here anymore and nobody else would get it.

I just always pictured us together until the end. But I never pictured it would be this kind of end. I wanted us to grow old and wrinkled together, have kids together. God, imagine how great it would be if we raised kids. You’d stress over the smallest things, as you always do. But they’d be so perfect, I just know they would.

I went home two weeks ago, just for a moment to collect myself. I needed a break from all the writing and producing and nonstop torture of having to listen to all of my songs I wrote about you. I caught Mum and Gemma talking about you in the kitchen. They played it off as if they weren’t, for my own sake no doubt, but I heard them. Something about how weird it felt to have me home without you. And I realised that’s why I’d felt off the entire time I’d been there: you weren’t with me. It was the first time I’d visited since our breakup and it didn’t feel right. You were always meant to be with me. You were always meant to be by my side.

I got a text from Niall. He said he was ‘sorry for the split, mate’. He’d always wanted to meet you, we just never got the chance. It probably never would have been able to happen; the press would get wind of Niall meeting you and all of a sudden there’d be all sorts of rumours of a reunion. You would have liked him, I’m sure. I didn’t expect him to text, I didn’t expect anybody to text. But he did. He even offered to call, just to make sure I was okay. So, I did. I phoned Niall - it’d been so long since I’d heard his voice coming out of my phone - and we caught up. It was nice. It took my mind off of you for a half hour or so. I needed it, most definitely.

I want to write a happy song. Something with heart-warming lyrics and an upbeat melody. Like Canyon Moon, that was always your favourite. But I can’t. God, I’m fucking trying. I’m really trying. But every thought I have that I put onto paper is such a selfish, miserable one. It just makes the entire thing even more gruelling. It’s times like those that I really wish you were still in my life somehow. It wouldn’t even need to be in any sort of romantic way. I just want you.

You’re everywhere, love. And that’s the thing they don’t tell you about a breakup: no matter where you go, no matter how far you run, they’ll always be there. Tiny, seemingly insignificant things bring back these simply marvellous memories I forgot I had. 

I need to stop calling you that, don’t I? ‘Love’, it’s not exactly fitting for you’re not my love anymore, are you? I wish you were. I wish you could see it how I see it. Feel it how I feel it. You’re woven into my DNA. You’ll always be here and it fucking kills me to know that I’m not woven into yours. 

I want to know what you’re doing now, how you are. Are you well? I hope so. Because as much as it destroys me to see you happy without me, I know you deserve it. And I do want you to be happy, love. With or without me. I was making you unhappy. And that’s why you needed to leave, and I understand that now and I accept it. At the time, I thought you were making me unhappy too. I thought we were just slowly sinking each other. But you swam to the top, didn’t you? You broke through the water and you can breathe again. But, I was just dragging you under the entire time. It was actually when you left, when you swam to the surface, that I realised I needed you to save myself. It was like I hadn’t learnt to swim yet and I was relying on you to keep me afloat. And you were; you always were. I dragged you down and now I’m stuck on the seafloor. I’m so far under I don’t know if anybody would even dare swim this deep to save me.

I just pray, for that’s all I can do, that you realise one day that maybe we could help one another stay afloat. I hope I see your face soon, and you’ll reach down and take my hand and drag me back up to the surface. I want to feel the fresh air on my face again. And I want you to be with me when I do. Because, I realise now, that I’m still in love with you.

[babiesdreams]

Can I request for Mark, haechan, Jaemin and jeno plleaassseeee

Please if you’re a minor, don’t read this. It’s adult content.

Everynight +18 Lee Minhyun, Lee Donghyuck, Na Jaemin, Lee Jeno

Warnings: Oral (receiving and giving)

You are used to living surrounded by boys, but sometimes it just gets challenging to stay calmed. And these boys weren’t really easy to manage. You have a busy life and nights are sacred for you, you need to get some rest before overworking yourself during day. But every single night someone would be either fucking or masturbating, not allowing you to sleep at all.

By now you were more than done with Jaemin’s moans next door, so you decided to confront him, thinking it would be so embarrasing that he would have to stop. You open the door, making sure he hears you, and you stare at his figure as he masturbates.  “What are you doing?” Jaemin says in between moans, not stopping for a second. “God aren’t you flustered at least?” You ask him confused.

“Why should I be?” He asks with a smirk. You give him a look, trying to talk without using words, but instead his moans are the only thing that can be heard for both of you. His sounds, make your look soften, allowing him to notice your change of mind. “I see you like the show so far”  his seductive voice says. You blink twice, confused by the situation. “Just don’t be loud” You say completely flustered while you close the door behind you.

But unfortunately for you, as soon as you get out, Jeno traps you against the door. “Spying on others isn’t nice” He whispers, getting close to your face. You look at him, still confused by the situation you went through a few seconds ago, and now you got yourself into another one. 

“I- I need to go to the bathroom” You say getting him off you and rushing to the bathroom door, that was placed right in front of you. You open it up and enter, not really thinking about Jeno’s words in the distance. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you” You breathe deeply, trying to calm down, before you turn around to see Mark’s naked figure showering. 

The boy’s reaction is the complete opposite from the rest, he gets blushed and flustered as soon as you turn your back. “Why-?” He tries to ask, but loses the his control over words mid sentence in. “I- I God I’m so sorry Mark, I’ll get out” You say, while looking at the floor all the time. You open the door behind you and try to get out, yet you can only walk two steps before bumping into someone’s body. 

Of course it had to be Hyuck, the party wouldn’t be complete without him. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted to order pizza, but I see you already had a whole meal in here”  You hit his chest at his comment. “GOD NO” You scream, getting out of there. 

“You’re blushing quite a lot today, girl” Jaemin says, getting out of his room. Now all four of your roomates were looking directly at you, and you felt like you could’ve melt just by the feeling growing inside of you. And just like that, you open your eyes, waking up to familiar sounds next door. You breathe slowly, trying to process what just happened. 

You notice how uncomfortable your panties feel, suddenly, and decide to change them to new ones, even if you couldn’t really calm your feelings completely, because of the continuous sounds coming out from Jaemin. You breathe out and decide to get inside his room. 

“Na Jaemin, stop making so much noise” You say, covering your eyes from the familiar view. “Oh come on, I know you love it” He growls, while he keeps on touching himself. “I’ve heard you screaming my name while sleeping before” You open your eyes wide, uncovering them so that you could look into his eyes. “Do I talk in my sleep?” You ask extremely confused.

The boy chuckles, standing up and walking towards you. “So you dream about me... Good to know” You sigh at his comment, and his cheesy nature. “Quit being loud, pervert” You tell him, as you push his body away from you. “Quit having wet dreams then” He says loudly, getting you on your nerves. “Don’t get me started, because you moan my name everytime you touch yourself, fully conscious” The boy smirks again.

“So you listen closely, good to know” Your hand travels all the way to his cheek, slapping his face strongly. “What the hell is wrong with you?” your offended tone makes him smile. “I like you Y/n” He says before winking at you. You stop for a whole second. “WHAT?” You say, even more confused.

But there’s not a lot of room for you to react any further, as he kisses your lips, avoiding every possible word to come out of your mouth. The kiss starts aggressive, but shortly it gets into something far more soft, slow and delicate, almost romantic. You could have never thought on your own your feelings for him would be this strong, but it felt nice to get that sudden hit of reality. 

Your feelings are for sure overwhelming at that point, but his hand traveling down your back makes you feel a different kind of way. His kiss drives you in so much that you barely feel another pair of hands touching your body from behind. Jaemin’s lips part from yours, his eyes fix on yours, making you get completely lost in the depth of his dark irises. “Do you want to?” He asks, and his voice resounds inside of your head.

Your head moves without you noticing, nodding to the boy, who smirks right after. “And what about him?” He asks, signing with his head to Jeno’s direction. You nod again, as you and Jeno already had a thing going on, it felt natural in a weird way. And before you notice, clothes are off everyone’s bodies and both of the boys are touching your body slowly, yet so good that it felt like something out of this world. 

You really don’t know what to do, say or where to look. But they keep getting your attention in diffferent ways. “Look at me when I fuck you” Jeno groans, while fucking deeply into you. “Moan my name baby” His low voice orders and you simply obey, unable to protest. When you���re not moaning is because Jaemin’s length is fucking your mouth nonstop, already close to his high as he’s been touching himself for a while before this whole thing. 

“Okay, this is discrimination” Haechan says, from the door frame, waiting for you to stop or say something. But the boys keep their actions, not caring a single bit. “Are you guys gonna ignore us really?” He says and you sign Jaemin to get out of your mouth to let you talk. “Get in if you want” You say as fast as you can before Jaemin’s length fills your mouth once again. 

You  can’t really see what the two other boys do after your words, but after a few footsteps, they get in bed with you and start carressing your body in different ways. After Jaemin cums all over your face you actually get to see Mark on your right and Hyuck on your left. 

“Jeno, let me get her to another position” Hyuck demands and the boy gets out of you, allowing hyuck to turn your body so that your head is hanging off the bed’s limit. Jeno gets on top of you again, continuing his fast pace in you. Hyuck’s tip enters your lips easily, slowing pushing deeper into your throat. “I can see my dick moving down your throat” He observes, as he keeps on changing the pace to see the bulge in your throat moving.

“Baby I’m close” Jeno says in between low moans and shortly after you can feel how his hot cum fills your walls completely. You retrain yourself from cumming at the overwhelming feeling, but when Mark’s tongue moves along your folds and he sucks your clit in, It’s way too much to control.

Your orgasm feels messy and unreal, your whole body starts shaking, while both boys keep you still. Now Mark’s length enters you, followed by his cute moans and swear words. Hyuck’s length starts twitching inside your mouth, hinting you how close he was, and not long after, his hot cum gets all over your throat, almost making you choke on it. 

Mark also cums, almost at the same time, and your tired overworked body gives in once again, cumming for the second time that night. 

Everything gets blurry, you blink, a couple of times, and when you open your eyes widely, you wake up to a whole different scene. You’re in your room, not in Jaemin’s and at first you think you’re alone and everything was just a mere dream. “What a weird dream” You say sighing. 

“Dream?” Jaemin says, hitting his left palm with a bent belt. You look at your sides, only to see how the rest of the boys were lying down next to you, all their eyes fixed on you. “You are so dirty to request yet so innocent that you pass out when we just started” Jaemin’s low voice comments. 

“Just- started?” You repeat, completely in shock. And all the boys start nodding in affirmation.

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